Gentleman or Not

“ummm……what are you doing..?” Mago asked, feeling the intense gaze of the crime lord right on his bruised lips as his face was held in those big palms, manly big palms.

You know those hands which have slender long fingers and veins that are popping out

King composed himself far too well for anyone to get the idea that he felt a little alert. Being a mafia boss, he was used to getting his way, hook or by crook but for the first time in forever that he felt some kind of hindrance towards his goal in the form of a cute, bubbly and beautiful goalie.

And that goalie was looking at him with his eyes swarmed by many confused questions.

“nothing…..just taking a closer look at your wound,” he said pulling away from the younger and straightening himself. Mago huffed knowing very well the look in the older’s eyes. He wasn’t dealing with all this as it happened for the first time, he was used to people gawking at his features as his daily routine.

“Sure……but the way you looked at me seemed like…..” Mago replied sarcastically. Dragging the last word, purposefully teasing only to feel satisfied when he caught the panic rising in the king’s breathing.

He was an observer.

King collected himself before his expression could tell his mind and stood up from the bed, glancing down at the younger boy. It was enough time for him to control his emotions and form a glare on his face.

“seemed like what?” he questioned feeling a little exposed. In any other situation where his opponent dared to expose or mock him, he would be putting a fucking bullet in their forehead right in the middle of their eyebrows.

But not Mago……seriously not Mago. He was too cute to be killed instead it was easy to imagine how to spend some time with him as he was the perfect candidate for a night of joy….

“Like you were asking if you could kiss me…” Mago answered in a sing-song tone cutely while wiggling his bum on the bed, effectively taking the fifty per cent frown off the king’s face.

King, though, scoffed at him while turning around and walking towards the dresser. He pulled open his wristwatch and placed it on the desk neatly, trying his best to stop the smile that was ready to surface.

The boy was simply adorable

“and why would I need your permission baby boy……I do as I please” the king said turning back to look at the younger who was seated there watching the king with narrowed eyes after what he said.

“uhh…no you don’t……” Mago retorted while shaking his small finger left and right, telling him that he was wrong. King raised his eyebrow at him warningly making Mago quickly pull his finger back and behind himself as if to protect it from the older.

“you see….as a gentleman-..” he continued but...

“news for you….I am not a gentleman….” King interrupted him gaining a very unpleased Mago in return. Slowly he paced forward until he towered over the seated boy on the bed. Taking Mago’s chin in his thumb and finger, the king leaned down, fanning his minty breath over the younger’s lips while he smirked with a glare that screamed danger.

“I am nothing….but a very bad, rude, selfish, insensitive, ill-mannered and arrogant man…and would punish the ones who think they are brave and runs their mouth in front of me,” the king said whispering every word clearly, giving the idea of his traits and enjoying the wide-eyed look of the younger in front of him.

Mago gulped audibly, in a cartoonish way. Eyes wandered down the eyes of the king to his thin lips and he gulped again feeling intimidated by the older.

But Mago is Mago, he couldn’t hold on to his act any longer.

“yikes…….you sure didn’t leave any space to think good about yourself,” he said travelling his eyes from the king's mouth to his eyes while the king enjoyed the show of his dominance over the young baby boy with a calm and content mind.

The crime lord knew how darkly handsome he was, how his aura made others shiver and tremble when he put his mind to chase them to their destination, but the thrill of knowing how his personality was affecting the pretty boy on his mercy was beyond any delight.

A proud smirk landed on his lips as he started to lean forward to get the taste of those heavenly spicy lips.

Although the king doesn’t know how they taste considering the sparkling personality of the younger, he considered them spicy.

Mago narrowed his eyed at him but didn’t say anything. After all, he was threatened for his loose tongue a few second ago.

A gasp they heard both and turned to the source. A maid in her thirties was standing there at the door with her hands holding a tray composed of a bowl, a spoon and a big white napkin. Her eyes darted at her feet as soon as she glanced at the glaring king.

She is dead….

Nobody and I mean nobody was allowed to show up without knocking on his door or otherwise, he was very much capable of hurting others in very creative, self-made ways and the staff was well aware of the rule but today was different.

Today the king entered his room before Mago and Mago didn’t close the door after him. he didn’t see the need nor he knew the rules of the manor so it was an exception for him but only in his view.

King was fuming by now, his nose flared and eyes dark as he paced forward to the maid. She stood there trembling, feeling how this could be her last day or worse start of the painful journey king can reward her.

It wasn’t her mistake. when she saw the door of the bedroom fully open, she hesitated definitely but a gasp was unplanned when she witnessed how the king and that young guest were immersed in something amorous.   

Mago watched the whole scene with curiosity and soon discovered the fate of that woman standing there with her head bowed.

In his opinion, being extra harsh wasn’t ever a solution. She must have done something that was not allowed or inappropriate but the way the king was looking at her seemed like she has stolen his status or worse his stuffed toy which he uses to sleep at night, if he had any that is, and he was going to teach her a lesson but not on Mago’s watch no!....

“My jelly!!!!!!!” he screamed in full joy, sprinting towards the lady but to his demise his feet got tangled in his pants that were on the floor and Mago went flying in king’s arms, hanging like a ballerina in the older’s hold.

The maid and king both were surprised at what Mago did but the younger was unbothered. The lady found that as an enormous opportunity for her life and fled the place after placing the tray onto the nearby table.

King’s hold on Mago was tight around his dainty waist, who left his full weight in the older’s grip, pliantly hanging in his arms. The crime lord was amused at the display of Mago, his bare thick legs, small cute waist and piquant features complimented each other.

But enough of daydreaming…..the boy was getting squirmy in his hold.

“let go…” he whined and the king came back to his senses from where he was, leaving Mago while he helped him in standing straight. The boy almost forgot he was hurt badly

Mago didn’t waste a single second after he stood, grabbing the bowl of red jiggly jelly he started to eat and moan at the flavourful food waking something in the king’s heart and in his other regions too.

“you should eat soup…..I ordered it for you…” king suggested but then he looked around to find the tray and it contained nothing but a white napkin.

Wait….where is the soup?

“I didn’t want soup so I asked for jelly….do you want some..” Mago asked simply, no bite behind his words. He enjoyed the dessert so deliciously that king felt a painful need to lick his lips.

Carefully, Mago balanced the jelly on his small spoon and raised his hand towards the king. King on the other hand noticed how Mago becomes sweet and innocent whenever he is given food and becomes more darling when he has given his desired food…

Or not...

“come on hurry up……I am getting tired dumbass” he whined his hand still raised in the air. King glared at the younger and rolled his eyes before he leaned forward and opened his mouth to accept the offered jelly.

“Isn’t it a taste of freshness to the tortured souls” Mago slurred dramatically, taking another bite and falling back down onto the bed with his hand covering his eyes.

The older scoffed at him while he looked at the wall clock, his eyes widening and movements becoming rushed.

“fuck!!!” he cursed and rushed to the bathroom mumbling about him being late for the meeting with his father.

“what crawled up his ass?” Mago muttered resuming with his jelly. He was busy with his food, thinking about the day he has spent when a ring of the phone reverberated in the room.

When he deciphered that the device belonged to the king, Mago smirked big, mischievously and reached out to get it quickly, without the king knowing.

‘Father’ is what was the caller’s id.

Oh, it’s gonna be interesting.

……

Mr Xavier reached the venue right on time, his assistant walking behind him with rushed steps. When they entered the meeting hall, all of the guests and their staff members were already present, waiting for the big boss to arrive.

Taking his usual spot, Mr Xavier started the meeting. The elegant old man took a glance at his watch before he sighed and continued with the proceedings.

King was supposed to attend the meeting through a conference call but it was past that time, almost twenty minutes and that was enough for Mr Xavier to look at his assistance.

The assistant bowed and dialled the call, connecting it to the multimedia hanging from the ceiling. The call went on for about thirty seconds before it was received and to everyone’s pleasant surprise a young, cute and beautiful but a little beaten-up boy appeared on the big screen.

“oh! ummm….hello…..” a sweet voice resounded on the speaker along with the most adorable sight of Mago sitting crisscross, holding a ceramic bowl in his hand. As he delivered a wide smile as if welcoming others to his call.

Mr Xavier was busy with his phone but he snapped his neck up in an instant when he heard that voice followed by some murmurs from his fellows there.

“Who are you?” Mr Xavier asked supporting a smile too not to give the idea that he didn’t know who was on his son’s phone.

“I...I am Mago” Mago said suddenly feeling shy about that handsome man that he knew was his apparent boyfriend’s father.

“And who is Mago?” the old asked politely this time, discreetly remembering seeing him somewhere before.

“I am…I am king’s boyfriend…..” Mago relied upon looking at every face he was able to watch on his tiny screen.

“I see..” Mr Xavier smiled as Mago watched people looking at the old man with questions in their eyes. He didn’t expect to receive a call like this, a devilish plan that was in his mind that consisted of backbiting about his boyfriend didn’t fit with what was happening right now.

“you must be his father right?” Mago asked quickly changing the subject before it gets out of hand. He has learned his lesson after his first lie of being the king’s boyfriend resulting in him being stuck with the devil and now with the father…..no sir ….no thank you.

“I am,……very proudly…” Mr Xavier smiled at the screen, observing the relaxed posture of the young boy and wondered how much real this relationship with his son was

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence my dear” the old man continued. Scrutinizing the younger with his piercing gaze.

“oh umm……you see…..uhhh…..he…he is…….uh….he, I mean king is in the bathroom, probably taking a shower because he is late for the meeting….so I thought maybe I can do him a favour by receiving the call…so ” Mago said a little flustered with the endearment but then started talking excitedly, exposing king for his bad deeds to his father.

“he is indeed late” one of the men in the meeting room commented making others look at him. Mr Xavier didn’t appreciate his tone but before he could talk some sense into him, Mago jumped right into the conversation, not appreciating the tone too.

“he is late not fucking dead……it’s a human error…so don’t make it a fucking big deal okay?” he retorted a little offended making Mr Xavier look at him.

Mago looked up when the bathroom door opened and looked back at the meeting room with a grin similar to a devil baby.

“I know it’s bad to be late…..very unprofessional of him and for that….” Mago was talking with wide eyes, giggling while looking up at someone

“…..promise me you will strike his thick ass when he is finally here an- “ Mago said giggling like a brat before he disappeared from sight when the phone was snatched out of his hand harshly and the call disconnected.

“ I promise,” said Mr Xavier with a charming smirk on his face.

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