Your Queen

Your Queen

“I will suggest you place the order for distribution while you are there. It is around time and you don’t have to visit again” Mr Xavier suggested as he closed the file he was holding in his hand.

King was seated opposite him on the sofa, discussing a few things with his father. It was a rainy night, with thunder and icy wind creating a great match with the cosy atmosphere of the office room. Two cups of hot beverage, burning wood in the fireplace and quietness of calm.

The crime lord, being dangerous as hell, loved these moments with his family like a little child. He loved the times when he and his father have a moment of their own, whether for discussion or not but he cherished these moments the most.

“That’s great father. If the arrangements and progress are satisfying then I will do just that” King happily replied, smiling widely at his father. Mr Xavier chuckled at his son.

“I have been noticing a change in you son, a positive one.” The old man started, eyes staring at King carefully.

“I don’t under—.” King tried to ask but Mr Xavier beat him to it

“Is it because of him?” he asked.

The mafia boss, who was known for his blaring confidence, averted his gaze from his father and looked down. A tiny little pink tint emerged on his face making Mr Xavier smile in amusement.

“so it is him” he concluded with a satisfied laugh. King didn’t reply to that.

“I like him too; he is a keeper. And although he is very brutal with his opinions, that little boy speaks his mind.” King looked at his father in the eyes catching a genuine smile on his handsome face.

“you really like him father?” the question brought another smile on Mr Xavier’s face. He nodded his head, patting the king’s shoulder like a friend.

“I do, a lot. So I will suggest you cut this façade of being boyfriends and propose him to be your lover instead” King listened to his father approving and appreciating his interest but then he snapped his neck to look at his father in shock.

Did he know all this time?

Mr Xavier laughed charmingly at his reaction and reached out to ruffle his hair but stopped right in the middle when the door opened without any knock and a strutting Jayce entered with a frown.

“come on Rowan, I have been waiting for ages for you. Even Garry left with his friends and no one is there to accompany me” A ridiculous whine left his beautiful lips while he complained to his husband, shaking his arm.

Mr Xavier pulled Jayce closer by his waist, kissing his cheek in apology.

“you could have knocked my dearest,” the older said politely but the tone went nowhere polite. Jayce giggled nervously finding interest in Mr Xavier’s collar button rather than his eyes.

“When are you leaving King” A serious gesture with no word such as ‘son’ came out and King looked at his father nonchalantly.

The quality time between son and father over

“I will be heading out tonight father…” he said with a similar tone as his father as he checked his watch.

“In about an hour or so” he completed not even glancing at the clinging Jayce.

“very well. I will see you in a few days then” the man replied curtly, kissing the side of Jayce’s head and leaving the room and the two alone.

“you can leave too Mr Ashford” his voice boomed as he picked up several files scattered on the table. Jayce didn’t move though. He stood there contemplating something and then made up his mind.

“I-I wanted to apologize for—..” he started but was cut off when King left the room with heavy steps without even listening to him.

Jayce stood there with tears in his eyes. he watched Charlton enter the room and then standing at the door silently waiting for him to leave.

With a huff and scoff, he left the room, marching out with his heeled boots.

He will try another time

……….

King entered the room to find a big teddy bear welcoming him at the door. He placed his coat aside on the chair after folding it and started opening his shirt button while walking towards the bathroom.

The wardrobe area smelled heavenly with a citrusy scent. no doubt it was coming from the bathroom the light was emitting from.

Tossing his shirt in the hamper, King looked around for his favourite silk bathrobe which was nowhere to be found.

Maybe it’s gone for the wash

With an exaggerated sigh, he picked the towel from the stand and went inside the bathroom only to find an adorable sight.

Mago was sitting in the bath with bubbles outflowing. He had a shark-like fin of foam over his head with the rest of the body covered in tiny bubbles. The boy had a small comic book in his hand and was giggling at something that might be funny.

“Ahem!” King cleared his throat to get the attention but got ignored badly, the younger only giggled in return. He tried again to be ignored again.

Rolling his eyes, the older went to the shower cabin and set the water to his desirable temperature. Mago looked up from his book and gazed at the blurry glass wall between them that prevented him from seeing King naked.

“aww man” he muttered fakely disappointed but loud enough for King to hear. The older turned around while rubbing the water off his long hair on his shoulder.

“pack yourself a bag. We are leaving in an hour” the older said in a gruff tone maybe annoyed with the earlier ignorance.

“where are we going?” Mago chirped placing his book aside and picking it up next.

“to hell” The answer was rude to be honest if you ask Mago but who cares.

“oh, I would to see your birthplace” Mago sassed back making King glare at him through glass which obviously had no effect on the younger.

There was comfortable silence after that. None of the spoke a word and continued with their acts. Mago read another book and King washed himself thoroughly.

Once the older was done, he picked up his towel and wrapped it around himself before leaving the bathroom. Mago watched him leave and decided it was time he should get up too.

……

King was busy packing his bag. He didn’t bother to wear any shirt and was cladded in his sweat pants when Mago came out of the bathroom slowly, shivering lightly.

The bathroom was warmer than the room.

“you pack yourself?” the younger asked coming near to stand beside King. The crime lord raised an eyebrow in question seeing Mago like that.

With a blue towel wrapped around his head and a white long bathrobe adorning his small body, Mago looked uniquely out of the world an-…..wait a fucking minute.

Mago was wearing his robe, the silky one.

“What?” the boy asked when the king stared at him longer than usual.

“That’s my fucking robe” he pointed out making Mago look down.

“so? Boyfriends share things” the younger said causally like it wasn’t a big deal.

“but I don’t. did you ever see me wearing your stuff” King asked as he picked a shirt to wear.

“oh please, your thick ass will suffocate in my clothes” Mago sassed checking his nails.

King composed himself before the shock could appear on his face and stood there nonchalantly.

“What?” he asked again, all whiny.

“nothing. Pack your stuff for a few days boy.” He tried not to laugh while dressing himself in a shirt as he ordered again.

“Just pack enough for the both of us pleasey. I will share with you” unaffected, Mago replied while setting his butt on the bed and undoing his bathrobe belt.

“you are not allowed to share anything with me. Pack your stuff before I come back” With that said King left the room, shutting the door.

“YoU ArE NoT ALlOwED to ShaRe…….fucking jerk” Mago scowled at the refusal of his wonderful offer and went to get his undies.

Picking his favourites from the shopping bags he has stuffed in the closet, the boy came back and looked around suspiciously. Just like a thief, he paced closer to the older’s luggage and slide his garments inside the packed bag.

“HA!...take that king” the boy yield in victory, tossing his bathrobe aside and getting his boxers on.

“imma sleep naked tonight” he decided and slide inside the covers not knowing that King was on his way to get him.

……..

Sluggishly, he walked with the crowd like a herd. He didn’t know where he was going until he was grasped from his waist.

“not this way” King spoke behind his ear as he dragged the boy with him towards the other side of the airport.

Mago wanted to protest but that protest got stuck in his throat when he saw a beautiful silver jet standing proudly on the ground.

His eyes shined and he looked back at his boyfriend who was busy talking to someone on the phone. Mago didn’t wait for the other to complete his call and rushed forward to the plane, dragging King along with him.

“Are we going in this?” he asked like a child rubbing his small hands together. The night was freezing after the rain and the younger was wrapped in some heavy clothes. He looked cute

King watched his red nose and smiled at the excited boy before nodding his head. Mago squealed loudly climbing the small set of stairs to get inside.

Once inside, he marvelled at the interior and touched whatever seemed interesting to him. nobody dared to stop him.

The journey started.

King sat there with his men as he talked to them and on the phone simultaneously while the boy he brought with him stared out from every window possible and captured as many pictures as he could.

It was night time and nothing was really visible but that didn’t stop the boy

It was after half an hour that Mago slumped against his boyfriend and leaned onto his shoulder to get some rest. King circled his arms around the younger like a practice and Mago smiled before closing his eyes for the dreamland.

…….

The next time he opened his eyes, they were walking out of the jet.

It was still night but the grand landing ground for the jet was illuminated with lots of lights. Mago was in the king’s hold, carried like a baby. He thrashed his legs lightly for King to let him down. king complied but kept a solid hold around the younger so won’t get out of his grip.

They talked a lot, Mago observed.

“Welcome lord! welcome. I have been waiting for your arrival since yesterday” The boy was bored to death when a new voice emerged from the entryway. King looked at the source and Mago followed with a frown.

Now who could it be?

A man in his mid-thirties entered the area with bodyguards following behind him. he was dressed in some expensive, branded clothes while his fingers were adorned with multiple large-sized rings.

The man was attractive, to say the least, he was well built, strong-looking and handsome with a slick-cut beard and a small bushy ponytail.

“no need to wait this long Lucca when you knew I was coming today” King answered taking the man in a bear hug.

Lucca was in charge of the accounts of new and old distributions and deals. He was one of the best man king had in his circle, like a brother.

“oh my, what a beautiful trophy you have right beside you. do you mind introducing him to me” Lucca said with a smile showing all his teeth. Mago grimaced at his bluntness and raised his perfect brow in question.

The other laughed out loud seeing Mago like this.

“he is my boy. My boyfriend” King introduced and Lucca laughed happily. He was happy to see the king having someone beside him after a long time.

“What happened to the previous one?” he asked with a naughty smile. Mago observed how Lucca purposefully talked about the previous lover of the king in front of him.

Was he trying to make him uncomfortable?

“she died” King replied briefly and Mago watched how an evil glint danced in King’s dark orbs.

“I see. but don’t you think, he is a little cuter and small for your world? Like a baby from heaven, pure and clean” Lucca commented staring between King and Mago. king chuckled in return shaking his head at the misunderstanding of that oblivious friend of his.

“yep, but he is my choice” King looked at Mago and could feel how the younger was not liking Lucca for now.

“your choice is great king, no doubt about that. I was just a little concerned you know. A short baby like him--….” Lucca started again but this time Mago had enough.

Lucca had it coming the moment he called him small.

“Who the fuck do you think you are for calling me short and small. I am an average height, you dumbass. You are the one who is fucking built like a giraffe!!” Lucca had his mouth hanging open, the sentence he was about to deliver earlier, stuck in his throat.

Charlton choked on his saliva as soon as Mago cursed, the king glaring at him

Mago was still standing beside King, he was ready to hide behind his boyfriend if anything goes out of hand but that never happened.

Lucca stood there with his mouth open. All his bodyguards were shocked and quiet beside him.

The crime lord chuckled at Lucca and his expressions while patting his shoulder.

“w-what is he?” he stuttered coming out of his embarrassing daze.

“your queen” the king mouthed at Lucca

“you have got a few days to get to know him” With that said King pulled the boy with him and they exited the area

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