Disorder: Book Fourteen

By Alis Mitsy

Donnie has more to his life than illicit dealings in the drug-laced underworld, though the friends that he keeps rarely stay on the right side of the law. Xander is a law unto himself and a character indeed, even if he professes that he only hacks into gambling sites - the sort of places that seek to drive humanity down into the dirt. His history there lends him an edge, challenging one another to feats of technology.

Yet there is a softening in the aftermath, enjoying a touch of liquor, slipping down into the sensuality of the other's arms, only to find release in more ways than one...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: Sep 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005362379

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Disorder

Book Fourteen

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2020.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Fuck...

Donnie dragged the word out as he exhaled and leaned back into the sagging rear-side of the sofa, the cushions old and decrepit and in need of replacing. But there never had really been anyone around in either his life or John’s to tell them that they needed to do that, needed to get on with things, the business of life and the like and there didn’t seem to be anyone willing to step up to the plate either, so to speak. Well, there was Xander but he had to remember too that Xan was a friend and, by far, it was not his job to maintain things like that. The apartment that Donnie rented and John crashed in most of the time (free of rent, of course) was small but messy solely because of the computer equipment in there, for at that time he had not the space or energy to set up his own office or any kind of space that could better constrain the trappings of a coder and a hacker alike.

But a night of it, ah, that generated a specific kind of mess, a bottle of vodka set between them, something that could be shared more easily than pouring shots and doing mixers with the cheap shit, all Donnie was willing to buy at that time. He remembered too keenly when his hair grew down his back, although he still kept it rather long, because he had not been able to afford having it cut. At least John had set him right then even though the hack-job of a trim that he’d been given had rendered him something of a laughing stock, as much as he had fiercely defended it and John too for giving it to him. He had meant it in the best of ways but the ache of not having enough to get by on lingered in a biting snarl deep within his soul that could not so easily be waved off without due attention. And it was that attention that he simply was not willing to give it even as the years passed and their finances grew better and better.

That, perhaps, was not solely due to legal activities. Indeed, renting was perhaps the only legal thing that they undertook but Xander was not one who cared too much about that either. Taking a small gulp from the vodka, he made a face, used to something a little finer, something more refined, but swallowed it down anyway, not wanting to hurt or embarrass Donnie. He cared a little too much for the man, it had to be said, although not even Xan could have said just why he’d been drawn to brown-haired Donnie all that time ago in the chat room. His hacking knowledge had been, admittedly, impressive but there were many people with lots of knowledge and that in itself did not make a person special in the slightest.

No matter. They didn’t have to think that night, only be.

Long one then?

Donnie rolled his eyes, not having much of a quick comeback at all for that one. But that was okay too and the way of