Classless Pig!

Classless Pig!

He gawked at the two-story old building standing in front of him while he was hiding behind an old carcass of a vehicle. There were just so many people he didn’t expect to be present at the moment, a lot of them had guns and other threatening objects that could kill a person in an instant if used properly.

Who were those people?

And why were they loaded like for the protection of someone important.

Mickey sighed for the umpteenth time tired of hiding in a very uncomfortable spot for so long. He was waiting for Kangsu to finally leave his car which had arrived five minutes ago but the stubborn man was still discussing something on his bloody phone.

A man with grey hair and a mask covering his face appeared from the main door of the building and marched with heavy steps towards the car before opening its door rather roughly.

Mickey waited for something but it seemed both of those men were not ready to do anything other than glaring at each other like two different species of cats meeting for the first time.

Finally! Finally, when Kangsu came out of the car and stood beside the grey-haired man, Mickey clicked several photos from his camera hanging around his neck.

He watched them carefully and planned his moves accordingly.

Both old men walked towards the alleyway beside the building with their security and Mickey left his place from behind the rusty vehicle, tiptoeing to follow them.

He followed until they met another man and they all started talking while Mickey took refuge behind a trash bin nearby.

Squatting down, the boy clicked more pictures and took a few minutes of video before he rummaged through his bag pack and pulled out a small, rod-shaped, recorder and waited for the right moment to throw it near the small crowd.

But to Mickey’s demise, his balance wavered suddenly resulting in him hitting the trash can and making it crash with the hard ground.

Shit!!!

All the heads whipped towards him and many of the guards pointed their guns at the commotion. Mickey felt his soul trembling as he bolted out of the alleyway at the speed of light with several terrifying men running behind him like mad dogs.

“hey Stop!!!!” they shouted at his back but if Mickey complied, he would be signing his own death certificate.

And no, that was not the plan.

“catch him!!” he had heard the order very clearly and that was the reason Mickey sped up in his steps.

The place was unfamiliar to him and he didn’t know where to hide or from where to take a short cut but soon when he reached at the end of god knows what lane, he was pulled by his waist with a hand clasping his mouth shut.

“Fucking hell” Mickey muttered under the hand over his mouth.

………

Mago sauntered from left to right in the dressing room while he checked himself out in the huge full-length mirror after every minute.

After spending some time in the basement and seeing what a real mafia business can be, Mago was intrigued to another level. He was so immersed in the underground world that he wanted to be a part of it so badly.

But the problem was that he didn’t look like a mafia man at all.

His tiny frame, cute features and sassy tongue didn’t match with any of the traits his dangerous boyfriend possessed.

A perfect specimen of a crime lord.

Loud, booming voice, dark and deep eyes, handsome features, bravery, confidence and much more.

All of which Mago didn’t have.

The younger not only wanted to look like a king but also wanted to sound like his boyfriend too.

And for that purpose, the boy dressed himself in one of the three-piece suits of the older, wore his rings (which were so big on him that they kept slipping), glued a silver sword on his eyebrow and finally made a ponytail out of his hair that was growing long.

The only difference was that the ponytail king used to make was half bun and half tail making him look like a sexy being and out of the world of handsomeness but Mago’s effort to make a manly bun only resulted in a single sprout growing from right on top of his head.

What can he do, the baby could only manage that.

But something was still missing.

AHA!!!!

Mago rushed out of the dressing room into the bedroom, stumbling and hoping, and pulled open King’s side table drawer to get what he wanted for his complete look.

A pack of cigarettes

The boy giggled and picked up the case before rushing back inside the dressing room.

As soon as he left the room, the king entered with a tired sigh. It was a long, long day and he wanted to take a little breather from all the tiring work.

The mafia boss placed his coat aside and searched the room for his fluff ball only to find no one.

Not finding Mago in sight sometimes worries King.

One might think of it as a young love where you want to be with your lover all the time but not in King’s case. No.

The man had many relationships in his life to overcome that ‘young love’ part. He has experienced typical behaviour whenever he was in a relationship and it only took a glance for him to know what his partner was up to.

But Mago is a different story, he is not like the others.

That boy is very unpredictable

It becomes more concerning when Mago is not in front of him because when Mago is not in front of him, that brat must be doing something terrible.

And it was coming, the king could sense it.

Soon the suspicion of the king came to reality when he heard a loud, badly mimicked, daunting laugh and some faint white smoke leaving the dressing area.

The crime lord should be alert, he should get his gun and sneak behind the intruder but his senses told him that the intruder must his own idiot, stupid, cute, adorable, beautiful boyfriend.

And he was right.

King peeked inside the dressing room finding Mago looking in the mirror with his grown sprout, baggy clothes and duck slippers while the boy shouted the same dialogues King used to say daily.

King shook his head with a heavy roll of his eyes.

“what are you doing?” Mago turned around with a gasp and quickly hid the cigarette behind his back, staring at King with wide-blown eyes.

“uh…you came…early…uh…AHEM!…..why are you here?” Mago composed himself and asked instead of answering.

King marvelled at his baby boy from top to bottom and soon deciphered that the adorable character Mago was playing was he, himself, the crime lord.

“This is my room….” King started as he moved like a predator towards Mago, making Mago a little nervous.

“my house…..” he closed the distance and towered over the boy, looked down at Mago and skilfully circled the younger’s waist.

“my boyfriend…..I can go wherever I want. Can’t I?” Mago felt his eyes getting stuck on his boyfriend’s features who was smiling at him but with a devilish smirk at the corner of his lips.

King leaned down to capture the boy’s lips in his for a second before he pulled back a little frowny.

“did you smoke?” he asked with knitted brows after tasting the faint strawberry and prominent flavour of a cigarette.

“no, I didn’t” Mago denied quickly. It was a lie since the smoke from the stick was still emitting at the back of Mago’s head.

King raised his brow and Mago averted his eyes before throwing away the halfway-dead stick, in the dustbin.

King chuckled at the abrupt behaviour of his lover and scooped the boy in his arms only to set him on the marble counter. Mago shrieked unbalanced and held onto the king for support.

“Why are you so cute baby boy?” the older undid the pony on top of Mago's head and ruffled his healthy hair with fondness.

He picked the half-dangling silver sword from the younger’s eyebrow and examined his expensive diamond article of jewellery, sticky with glue, with an unreadable expression.

A sigh escaped his lips involuntarily.

“I don’t know, I will ask Mickey and then I will tell you” Mago circled his small hands around the king’s shoulders, taking his full attention, as he smiled with mischief.

Mago was happy to get away with using the king’s pricy things again, without his permission.

The mafia boss leaned down to initiate a kiss and Mago complied without any problem. He threaded his tiny fingers in King’s long loose hair and tugged on them playfully whenever King bit his lips.

The older enjoyed the intimacy very much and considered it as a payback for his custom-made clothes and accessories. He molded their lips in a way that left Mago breathing hard but King never left his mouth Instead, King squeezed Mago’s waist.

“hahh!” the younger gasped in shock, giving King the satisfaction and permission to enter his mouth.

Once entered, the king didn’t leave a spot where he didn’t lick or sucked. He kissed the boy to his full desire and Mago couldn’t help but moan in response.

But it was just a start

Rough, big hands roamed over Mago’s tiny frame, eager to go under the layers of fabric and grace the soft baby skin there.

King was so discreet in his moves that Mago didn’t even register when king slipped his hands under his shirt and started to travel them across his body with a soft but possessive touch. It wasn't until they were sliding past the hem of Mago’s pants, aiming at his bum, that the younger came to his senses and pulled away from the mafia boss.

“What?” King asked, lips swollen and breath heavy, not really happy to break the moment.

“I…I can’t breathe you animal ….and….and you are going t-there” Mago heaved while complaining but still holding King. A light pink scattered across his cheeks.

“Where?” the question would be considered innocent if it was not asked by the king. Mago rolled his eyes while hooking his small finger in King’s earring to play with.

“to the territory where I won’t allow trespassing” King laughed loudly making Mago smile meekly at his charming man.

His baby boy was so cute

“fair enough. I would want it with your full consent and desire, nothing less.” Mago appreciated how the king didn’t force him, unlike some other people who would do anything to get that ass.

“thank you” Mago muttered still shy for some reason

King pecked Mago’s lips once and helped the boy getting down before getting ready for a shower and then dinner with his father but an opportunity popped right in front of his eyes and King couldn’t help himself.

He couldn’t, I swear!

Mago was bent down to unfurl the pants he had stapled earlier but that ass doesn’t get to leave without a much-deserved spanking now does it?

A smirk appeared on King’s face as he raised his hand, with a focused aim and flew it right against the supple flesh, spanking the living daylight of Mago’s sassy thick ass.

The younger’s breath hitched in his throat with a gasp of shock as he heard the door of the bathroom getting shut followed by an evil laugh.

“come back here you classless pig!!!.......how dare you!!!” the boy shouted but only got a mocking laugh and a running shower in return.

“I am telling your dad what an asshole you have become you shit head!!!!!!!!” Mago screamed rubbing at his aching butt with red puffy cheeks and flaring nose.

King will get it back no matter what.

……….

“mmmm….mmmm” Mickey struggled against the tight grip around his body as he was pinned against the wall in a dark room.

“shut up or we will get caught!” a low scolding and a familiar voice made Mickey calm down a little and stop struggling.

He tried to focus on his surroundings and found themselves in a dumb-looking store room. The room was small and filled with many things like furniture and papers.

Maybe an old record room?

Eyes adjusting to the dark room, Mickey tried to focus on his saviour or kidnapper.

His mouth was released after two more minutes and Mickey was in utter surprise to find Jana there standing too close to him.

“What ar--….” Mickey started but was cut off harshly when Jana glared at him.

“what the fuck were you thinking? You could have died and been dumped in the ditch and nobody would ever know!” he shouted in a whisper making Mickey look at him with a similar glare.

“but I didn’t right?” Mickey shouted back

“thanks to you, now get the fuck away from my way. I have to go back” Jana listened carefully but the attitude after being helped didn’t settle with him.

Mickey pushed him away and started to walk away but was pulled back in an instant and in the next moment, Jana sealed their lips in a tight, forceful kiss.

Mickey struggled and tried to hit Jana but he was pinned against a wall while Jana kept on pressing their lips together.

When he pulled away, the younger punched Jana square in the face making his lip split open.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? why the fuck did you kiss me?” Mickey roared, heaving, and found Jana smirking at him.

“That’s my way of getting my appreciation from an ungrateful bitch like you,” Jana told him wiping his lips off the blood and gesturing him with his hand.

“Now run along. This place is going to be crowded with dangerous people” Jana informed causally and Mickey perked at the information.

A crowd of dangerous people

“What people? I…I mean who….who are…… these people?” Mickey tried to act uninterested but he couldn’t fool with the glint in his eyes that Jana captured in a second.

“well well well, look at the curious little kitty wanting to find out about dangerous people” Mickey rolled his eyes at the sing-song voice of Jana and huffed annoyed.

“you want to know?” Jana proposed and Mickey nodded his head before he could think.

“it is confidential information baby boy, comes with a price” Mickey knew that was coming.

Nothing is fucking free in life.

“name your price” he glowered with gritted teeth and Jana smiled in victory.

“three minutes long kiss” Jana was absolutely out of mind when he said that because the next thing he knew was a tight kick to his gut and a strutting Mickey leaving the dark room.

And Christopher Jana liked it.

thank you for reading.