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Pooh had always known he didn’t belong anywhere, not because something was wrong with him, but because there was too much right. While others feared sirens and handcuffs, he watched the world with the calm of someone who had already taken the system apart from the inside.
People like him were supposed to end badly, a body in a dark alley or years behind cold bars. The difference was that Pooh never counted himself among them. Prisons were for people who made mistakes, he never did.
Pooh lives with the certainty that no one will ever catch him. After all, how do you capture someone who is always one step ahead and who barely seems to exist at all?
The cursor was blinking like a heartbeat, the code unfolding beneath his fingers, every firewall trembling on the edge of collapse. What kept him going were those seconds before the invasion. The precise instant when the screen flickered, the firewall resisted, and he felt his heart slow, not from calm, but from absolute focus. It was almost religious. A bead of sweat slid down his temple as the final barrier of the system gave way. The bank’s page opened.There it was, enough money to change lives.
What was the feeling? Power
It wasn’t about the money, he repeated this to himself. It was about crossing invisible borders and entering places no one had been invited. To sift through someone’s financial intimacy was far more obscene than undressing a body. He loved it. Clean, leaving no trace.
This time, his target was a rich playboy he’d noticed at a club a few nights earlier. He remembered the scene perfectly: a VIP table, champagne bottles with sparklers flickering from the tops, laughter loud. The guy flaunted money as if it made him better than anyone else. Within ten minutes, Pooh saw him groping a waitress and trying to grab two women dancing on the floor, laughing as if it were a habit.
That was it. Decision made.
Stealing the wallet wasn’t difficult. The man was drunk, too self-assured to notice anyone approaching. Inside he found cards, documents, little passwords scribbled. It’s impressive how people always think they’re smarter than they are. With that information, the rest was technique. And technique was something Pooh had mastered since college, when he discovered that breaking into systems gave more pleasure than solving them. Facial recognition? Easy for him. Cybersecurity existed to reassure investors, not to stop someone like him.
When it was over, he leaned back in his chair and watched the numbers migrate from one account to another, passing through invisible layers until they became virtually unreachable. Money vanished from one corner of the world and reappeared in another, laundered, clean, untraceable.
Pooh closed his eyes for a moment.
It was wrong. Deep down he knew that, but he didn’t care enough.
There was something deliciously ironic about that double life: to the media, a feared hacker, to the real world, just an ordinary guy, invisible, living a mundane routine. In the neighborhood, he was the friendly guy who helped old ladies carry their groceries, smiled at neighbors, greeted anyone without raising suspicion. And when someone asked him what his job was, he answered casually: investments. The perfect excuse. It allowed him to spend entire days locked in his room, never leaving for work, yet still flaunting a high standard of living. Solitude didn’t bother him. He never considered himself an introvert, far from it. His charm was sharp, persuasive, capable of captivating anyone. But the life of a digital criminal forced him to be restrained, discreet. His few close friends were old college classmates, and his love life? Almost nonexistent. He wasn’t interested in anyone beyond one night. Everything was superficial, disposable.
His ideal night smelled of adrenaline and electricity, breaking into major systems, opening strangers’ bank accounts, and emptying the balances of people who, in his view, deserved it. He truly believed his victims were fools, arrogant, too full of themselves. Every successful transfer was a kind of moral compensation, an attempt to give meaning to what he did. He chose his targets meticulously: people he detested enough to think that losing all their money was the least they could suffer.
And there, in the silence of his room, in front of the flickering screen with numbers shifting ownership, he felt something close to happiness, or at least an sordid satisfaction that no one would ever need to understand.
Sitting in his gaming chair, he stretched his arms, interlacing his fingers, with deliberate calm. Done, the job was finished. Pooh stood up from his chair, let the hot water run over him in the shower, and quickly changed his clothes. He put on a pair of dark jeans and looked at himself in the mirror in front of him. His broad shoulders and meticulously sculpted abs were on display. He decided to put on a white t-shirt and a leather jacket. Before leaving, one last detail, he sprayed a bit of perfume on his wrists. He gave himself a final look in the large mirror near the door of his apartment, adjusted his black hair, confirming he looked impeccable. He was the kind of man who knew he was charming but didn’t brag about it or have an inflated ego. He wielded his charm like a weapon, when convenient. Tonight might just be the right night for that.
His white Mercedes was parked in front of a massive, mirrored skyscraper in downtown. Even from the street, he could already hear the electronic music echoing through the air, announcing the night that awaited. He sighed, a slight smile playing on his lips, feeling that it would be a good night. Pooh could still feel that uncontrollable euphoria from watching all that money gradually flow into his account, it was the most addictive sensation of all, especially for someone who had grown up without a single cent.
“Here are the keys” Pooh said, handing the Mercedes keychain to the valet waiting outside. That car had been one of the luxuries he allowed himself after becoming a skilled hacker, and having a machine like that in his hands was indescribable, especially for someone who liked to be in control, and nothing tasted better than that.
Already inside the building, while waiting for the elevator to the rooftop, a man approached and stopped beside him, also looking up at the display indicating the elevator’s floor. Pooh couldn’t help but steal a glance at him, simply because the presence at his side carried a captivating, intoxicating scent. He didn’t turn his head, only tilted his chin slightly, his eyes drifting almost involuntarily to the right, meeting the man’s gaze for a brief moment.
He was strong, wearing a fitted black shirt with a neckline that outlined his well-defined chest. He had very beautiful lips, and that was the first thing that filled Pooh’s vision before the elevator chimed as it arrived at the ground floor where they stood. Pooh waited a moment before taking his first step. He wanted, more than anything, a better look at this man. As expected, the stranger stepped into the elevator ahead of him, and Pooh’s eyes quickly swept over his body from behind. He only stopped staring when the man turned forward again and pressed the button for his floor.
Silently, Pooh entered the elevator, swallowing the saliva that had gathered at the corner of his mouth as heat suddenly spread through his body. He never felt such intense physical attraction toward someone, but this man was different, he was exactly his type. As he was thinking, a voice broke through his mind.
“Aren’t you going to press your floor?” The voice was soft, almost like music to his ears.
“I’m heading to the rooftop too” Pooh replied, his tone deeper than the other man’s, holding a subtle smile. He maintained an eye contact so intense that it made the man look away. Suddenly, Pooh felt he had intimidated him. The stranger seemed flustered as he fixed his gaze back on the closed metal doors of the elevator. At that same moment, Pooh looked him up and down once more, hypnotized by that body, analyzing the man, who was slightly shorter than him.
Before he could think of something else to say to the fascinating stranger, the elevator doors opened, and the loud pulse of electronic music hit them instantly, the beat throbbing in the air. The man stepped out right away, briefly showing his invitation to the security guard at the entrance before disappearing into the crowd dancing. Pooh watched him go until he was out of sight, feeling as though he had just lost something important, as the man vanished into that sea of euphoric, intoxicated bodies.
As soon as he got past the massive security guard at the entrance, he ran into Nut, an old college friend, who immediately grabbed him around the neck when saw him.
“Well, look who showed up, you dirty bastard!” Nut laughed, clearly a little too cheerful from the alcohol. Pooh’s grin spread instantly, his eyes narrowing with amusement.
“I wouldn’t miss this!” He shot back. And it was true, he always came. It was a way to see his friends, drink, and let himself get swept up in the chaos that helped him forget the messed-up things he did when he wasn’t here. His conscience could be treacherous at times, making him question the life he led, and moments like this helped him relax and reset his thoughts.
“Shit, just look at you! Looking like that, you’re gonna leave nobody for me” Nut said, eyeing Pooh up and down.
“Shut up” Pooh laughed awkwardly. He hadn’t really tried that hard with his appearance, but he quickly noticed he was catching a few glances. With that in mind, he began scanning the crowd, searching to see if he could spot the guy from the elevator. He was undeniably attractive and could be a good way to distract himself tonight.
“Drink this. You look like you need to loosen up” Nut said, handing him an unfamiliar cocktail.
Without thinking twice, Pooh downed it in a single shot.
“Are you crazy? You’re not supposed to chug that! Just sip it, you psychopath!” Nut shoved his shoulder, but Pooh barely moved, he was much stronger than him. Pooh had well-defined muscles, broad shoulders, and he was tall. That was another reason he stood out in a crowd of ordinary people. Because he definitely wasn’t ordinary, he drew attention wherever he went. And although many eyes were on him, his own eyes kept roaming through the crowd, searching for something. Or rather, someone.
A certain guy, with dark hair, pale skin, striking eyebrows, and a monumental body. He could feel his obsession with that man taking over, a restless anxiety beginning to grow inside him, as he took another drink. Pooh couldn’t stop thinking about that man, even as the second drink slid down his throat, warm and bitter.
He wanted to do things with him that were unimaginable to say out loud. And he would, of course he would, if he had the chance to find him again. He wouldn’t let that opportunity slip away.
“Who are you looking for, huh, you dog?” Nut asked. Even drunk, he could recognize the look of a wolf hunting its prey.
“I saw a guy in the elevator and…shit..”
Before Pooh could finish his sentence, he finally spotted the man he’d been searching for. And this time, he wouldn’t let that man escape.
Without thinking twice, he left Nut behind and pushed his way through the crowd, weaving with some difficulty past the mass of people dancing wildly on the floor. For a moment, he thought he might lose him again. His breathing turned uneven, adrenaline tightening in his chest, as he muttered ‘fuck’ under his breath.
But when he stepped into the restroom, he came face to face with the very person he had been desperately looking for, standing near the door, as if he had been waiting for him too.
“Don’t you usually know how to hide it when you’re interested in someone?” the man said, provocatively.
His lips were full, impossible to ignore, and Pooh couldn’t look anywhere else. Up close, he could see even more clearly how attractive he was.
“I guess I get a little… obsessive when I want something” Pooh replied, looking in his eyes as he closed the distance, the calm in his voice more unsettling than the words themselves.
“What’s your name?” he asked right away, unable to hide his curiosity about the stranger.
“Pavel.”
Pooh had never heard that name before. It was unique, unforgettable, and somehow it fit the man standing in front of him perfectly.
“And yours?” Pavel smirked, the corner of his mouth curling, and his eyes held a teasing light.
“Pooh.” He replied honestly.
“Pooh, huh? That’s… interesting.”. Pavel’s gaze didn’t lie, he liked what he was seeing too.
“You really need to know my name before you let me kiss you?” Pooh shot back boldly.
At that moment, they heard voices approaching the bathroom. Without hesitation, Pooh grabbed Pavel by the hand and pulled him into one of the stalls, locking the door behind them.
Their faces were inches apart, their warm breaths brushing against each other. Without thinking, he pressed his body closer. Pooh looked into those eyes, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist even for a second longer. He immediately gripped Pavel firmly by the waist and pressed his lips to his, feeling them part shamelessly. Their tongues quickly intertwined in a perfect connection, dancing in a voracious rhythm that sent waves of heat through each other's bodies. Every touch made Pooh dizzy, set fire to his nerves.Time slowed. The sound of voices outside, the low murmur of the club, laughter, faded into irrelevance, they were completely immersed in that deep kiss. The taste of Pavel's tongue had him hooked, wanting more, and he didn't stop kissing even to breath, the truth is, neither of them wanted to interrupt it for anything. They continued kissing, deepening the intense kiss even further.
Pooh pulled away for a second and whispered in Pavel's ear: "You're so delicious" that sent electric waves through Pavel's entire body, making his center heat up like fire. Pooh could feel Pavel’s heartbeat beneath his touch, rapid, irregular, a drum that matched his own. Soon those lips were pressed against his again, Pooh shamelessly letting his hands roam all over that body that had hypnotized him, exploring every part. His tongue danced around Pavel's tongue, who moaned weakly between kisses, completely surrendered to that man.
"Fuck, if you keep moaning like that, I swear I’ll lose control" Pooh said, practically growling, with his eyes closed and his forehead pressed against Pavel's, while rubbing his body against the other, intensifying the pleasure that consumed them.
"Hmm... I can't help it.." Pavel replied, his voice intoxicated. Pooh bit his lips hard, leaving a mark and making Pavel feel sparks throughout his body. They continued rubbing against each other, trying to find relief from an insatiable desire provoked by a simple kiss. And it was impossible not to feel each other's erections, which throbbed through their clothes.
Shit. Pavel knew he was screwed at this point, there was no way to stop it anymore. Pooh turned him against the wall, breathing against the back of his neck, while holding his wrists above his head. His mouth explored every corner of his neck, running his tongue along every inch and down his earlobe. The erection rubbing against his ass was noticeable, at this point Pavel didn't even remember where he was anymore, he just wanted his painful erection to be resolved quickly.
"I've never done this in a bathroom, but honestly, I can't stand leaving here...come here," Pooh said, breathing heavily, turning Pavel around again like a rag doll in his hands, doing whatever he wanted with him.
Pooh took Pavel's own hand and placed it under his erection in his jeans, impatiently removing the button and lowering the zipper. Pavel understood the order and slipped his hand inside Pooh's black underwear, freeing his huge, hard cock, its tip glistening and moist with pure pleasure, drawing a soft sigh from him.
Meanwhile, Pooh did the same to Pavel, his skillful fingers removing Pavel's cock from his tight pants, quickly joining it with his own, intertwining their fingers. They're large, but Pooh's was noticeably bigger, imposing. He could see the look of lust and pleasure in Pavel's eyes, knowing that he wanted him completely. Both moaned softly, their faces pressed together in a passionate kiss as their hands worked together, creating a delicious rhythm that intoxicated them.
Pooh lifted Pavel's shirt with his mouth, exposing his muscular chest. Naturally, his lips moved to his beautiful chest, where Pooh left red marks, biting and sucking tirelessly, eliciting delicious moans from Pavel's lips. Pooh traced the sensitive skin with his tongue, sucking on Pavel's nipples, alternating with kissing his lips.
Pavel’s body arched for a moment, breathing deeply and catching his breath from that relentless and overwhelming force, then bit his lips, stifling the loudest moan of all when he finally reached his climax. He released all his pleasure onto his fingers while Pooh came right after, so forcefully that it splashed onto Pavel's abdomen and some drops even reached his chin, making Pavel to lick them, which left Pooh completely ecstatic at the sight of Pavel's tongue licking his fluids.
Pavel was inexplicable. Everything about him seemed to ignite something inside Pooh that he had never felt before. Pooh felt consumed, as if this man had unlocked a part of him that had been carefully hidden behind screens, codes, and careful control. He couldn’t analyze it, couldn’t rationalize it, he could only surrender. And in that surrender, he felt alive in a way he had never allowed himself before.
"I want more than that, Pavel. You're driving me completely crazy here..." Pooh said, staring deep into his eyes, while gripping Pavel by the waist.
"Come to my apartment and I promise you won't regret it" Pooh assured, with an intense look. This man was so fascinating and seductive that Pavel completely forgot that he had gone to this club for a single purpose, to investigate a hacker he had been searching for years, responsible for hacking bank accounts and stealing millions.