Mushed banana

Mushed banana

With a soft thud, King placed a glass of cold whiskey on the table before taking his seat in front of his father, the former crime lord. The old man was talking about something as he shuffled between many papers and sheets of records.

It was a rainy night outside; the water droplets were falling profusely over the structure of the manor as they drummed against the full-sized glass windows of the office room.

Along with two gentlemen, a right-hand man, dim lights and drinks, the cosy atmosphere also held the presence of a small king with his ass perched on the cushiony seat behind the mahogany desk of the crime lord.

The said small king rolled his eyes sassily when he heard a combo of chuckles from that father and son duo.

What’s so fuckin funny?

The baby boy pressed his pen harder on the fragile surface of the white sheet as he drew different lines on the papers in front of him.

There were maps and routes, some notes and charts with bullet points on them. Mago was busy connecting lines mindlessly while he reminisced about the talk had with his best friend over a box of pizza and soda bottles.

“And did you say it back?” Mickey asked in a certain excitement when he heard about the love confession from king. He was happy for his friend.

Mago snorted in return, picking at the string of cheese with his straw.

“Why would I?” he asked and Mickey found his tone a little bitter.

“and why not?” the older asked curiously, although he knew how insecure Mago was feeling, he decided to pester him.

‘I love you’ weren’t strange magical words for Mago in the slightest. He has been burnt with this word for all his life and who could have known it better than his soulmate?

“because that’s what they always say since I am pretty and fuckable. Besides I don’t really know if I love him or not” Mago explained pouring a shit tone of ketchup on the piece of pizza he was munching on.

The older grimaced at his messy child and snatched the bottle away.

“you don’t do that baby” Mickey almost scolded making Mago look at him confusedly.

Mickey didn’t like what Mago said and how he said it, degrading himself.

“but I like it saucy” Mago muttered earning a sigh from his friend.

“I am talking about King and you silly. You don’t do that to yourself. Life is unfair I know and you have been nothing but hurt in every step of this miserable existence…..” Mago looked down smiling a little. Mickey knew his baby like the back of his hand.

“…..but when someone like King says that he loves you, you gotta take that shit seriously. He is a busy man, running several businesses and mafia stuff is not a joke. He doesn’t have time to play bluff games with a ten-year younger baby boy like you.” Mickey argued and Mago groaned in response knowing very well how true his soulmate was.

He has seen the sincerity in the eyes of that man.

“but I don’t know if I love him?” Mago whined again.

“oh that you do baby” Mickey said casually filling his mouth with a big chunk of pizza.

“how do you know?” Mago narrowed his eyes at Mickey.

“well……for one, you talk ninety per cent about him whenever we talk with a certain excitement in your voice.” Mickey started and Mago broke a smile on his face.

“then you, a rebel, obey him when he decides something for you. You trust him with yourself and have built a connection with him. Most importantly, you let your guard down in his presence and let him take care of you…” Mickey counted on his fingers and Mago bloomed pink in return.

“and last but not least, you share your candies with him although he despises that shit at all costs” Mickey finished with a satisfied smile.

“you think it's love” Mago muttered with a smile.

“I know it is love. But don’t take my word for this. Talk to yourself, learn about your feelings and then decide. You deserve love in your life just like king does.” Mickey said and Mago felt thankful and light after discussing his life-threatening matter.

“what are you doing?” Mago snapped back into reality. The boy didn’t notice when Mr Xavier left the room. He was busy with his drawings when he heard a voice beside him, the boy looked up and found king towering over him with a smile.

Mago didn’t answer though instead he was lifted from the chair like a baby and was placed over the thick lap of his boyfriend. King adjusted Mago so that the boy was facing him while he secured his waist.

“Why is my baby so quiet today?” King asked caressing Mago’s soft cheeks with his nose.

“didn’t wanna disturb you” the boy mumbled making King pull away and look at his sullen baby.

“no need to be this considerate my love. You are better when creating mayhem.” King teased the younger and Mago whined in return.

“come on tell me, did you have fun with your friend?” the older changed the topic so Mago doesn’t feel the pressure of sharing. The boy was instantly excited when his friend was mentioned.

“I did. I missed him so much. We had a lot of fun” Mago bounced a little on his place while he explained every detail and King held the urge to bite the boy’s round cheeks.

The older hummed while he travelled his big hands down to caress the younger’s back until he rests his hands over the curve of his butt.

“we are cool and fun unlike you and your boring meetings” Mago commented playing with King’s collar button while he smiled all toothy.

King chuckled in return.

“you are right. I am so boring. I should get some fun time too right?” King rasped cupping that perky ass in his big palms. Mago’s smile faltered and was replaced with nervousness.

“it’s only fair isn’t it?” Mago gasped as soon as his butt was squeezed harshly. The boy yelped swatting King’s hands away, only to feel them back against his butt, and turning to look at Charlton who was busy in gathering the papers and files on the coffee table.

Trying to be seen unbothered.

“shut up and let go” Mago whispered nervously, trying to pry the hands of his boyfriend off of him.

King pulled the boy from his nape and kissed Mago on his lips making the younger squirm on his lap. The older kissed Mago to his heart's content and left the boy with a jerk.

Mago panted with glistening lips and a glare directed at king.

“run along before I eat you right fucking now” King had a darkened gaze as he scanned Mago’s thin white shirt and his black boxers underneath.

“fucking pervert” Mago muttered loud enough for King to hear before scrambling off his lap.

“come back you brat” King reached out playfully to capture him again but Mago rushed out of the room with a giggle.

The older smiled fondly at his baby boy, smiling at how adorably shy his boyfriend was. He shook his head before his eyes fell on the papers scattered in front of him.

There on the topmost paper was drawn a flow chart with the aggressively circled ‘Kangsu’ in red ink as the heading and below it was scribbled all the bullet points King had made according to his own suspicions but more filtered and clarified

The chart looked as if Mago was drawing those rough lines connecting each other, with added spicy curse words and his own little suspicions, just to frame Kangsu for deeds he has never done.

Only Kangsu was really behind those deeds.

King exchanged his amazed look with his right-hand man who was equally puzzled.

Mago charted out their doubts and suspicions without really putting on any effort.

The boy was far more capable than his small and cute personality.

……………

“fuck” Mickey cursed when he reached home drenched in rain. He hurriedly marched to his apartment door and stopped in his tracks when he found a dark presence just outside his door.

The figure was leaning against the wall seemingly hunched over slightly.

“Who is it?” Mickey asked pulling out a dagger from his chest pocket.

The dark silhouette moved after hearing Mickey and raised his shaking flashlight from his phone towards Mickey making the boy wince at the shining bright light right in his eyes.

The apartment building was out of electricity. There was nothing but darkness around and the rain thrumming around didn’t add any charm to the situation instead it only made matters worse.

“Who are you?” Mickey asked again with a little harsher tone.

The boy was ready to attack.

“I-It’s me Mickey” a familiar voice. Mickey contemplated whether he heard it correctly or not before he took a step ahead with his weapon still high in the air.

“Jana?” he asked and heard a groan of approval in return.

Mickey sighed exasperated before lowering his dagger and pulling out his keys from the pocket.

“what the fuck are you doing here again……. I told you I will go with you. why do you have to be a pest?” Mickey grumbled opening his door before entering. He allowed Jana to quickly observe the limp and sway in his walk.

What’s wrong with him?

“I-I just need a place to rest…..t-that’s all” Jana grunted as he entered the apartment. His voice was scratchy as If his throat was dry and Mickey noticed it within a beat. Before he could ask though, he saw Jana swaying once again as he stumbled and fell on the ground.

“hey!!!” Mickey rushed to the older after closing the door and tried to make Jana face him.

“what’s wrong with you? Hey, Jana answer me?” Mickey felt the dripping wet clothes of the older man and grimaced at the fact that he might have wetted the floor with his clothes.

Jana didn’t answer but continued groaning making Mickey tsk. The younger left the boy on the dark, cold apartment floor and went to grab his torch from the side table.

Mickey didn’t know what to do in the dark so he proceeded with lighting the torch, his cell phone flashlight and a single candle sitting beside his window sill.

The candle was on the verge of dying but it was enough to add a little light to the room.

Mickey rushed back to the older and tried to make him sit on the floor mattress.

Jana winced loudly once Mickey held him from his middle and the younger stopped in his tracks.

Slowly he pulled his hands back when he felt them covered in a slightly thick material, to his surprise, Mickey’s hands were covered in blood.

“what the fuck happened to you?” the boy asked frantically searching around to get a rag.

Jana wasn’t in the condition to talk as he tried in return only. Mickey sighed and carefully pulled at the older to make him shift on the soft surface, at least his upper half.

How long was he waiting for Mickey to come back to his place in this condition? Mickey wondered

Once done, he pulled open the drenched jacket on Jana and snatched it away from his body. The older cried out in pain but Mickey didn’t bother himself.

He wouldn’t be able to work if he considered the feelings of the older.

The younger proceeded with the shirt after the jacket. Once the older was out of his wet upper clothes, Mickey gasped at the sight of a long gash running from Jana’s waist to his lower belly. The wound had stopped bleeding and was clotted at the opening but it looked painful.

Jana was beaten up badly.

“What happened to you? who did this?” Mickey asked as he rushed to get his first aid supplies and water. The boy didn’t have much on him but some things he had might work.

Jana tried to talk but he coughed only to wince when his body jolted with the motion.

Mickey placed the mouth of the water bottle against his lips and urged Jana to drink water by helping Jana in holding his head. The older gulped the water like a hungry wolf, until the bottle was empty, and slumped back on the mattress breathing heavily.

That was the last bottle of water Mickey had.

“d-dad……h-he……he left” Jana started and the younger listened while opening a half-used antiseptic serum and some cotton balls.

“what do you mean?” Mickey asked.

“he left the house. P-Patty is not……I don’t where s-she is” Jana was on the verge of crying at this point. His throat was itchy and his body was aching. The man just wanted to sleep.

“eat this” Mickey shoved a mushed banana, the last thing edible in his house, into Jana’s mouth and the older started to munch it down slowly.

After what felt like forever, Mickey was able to clean the wound best of his abilities and available supplies before covering Jana with his pile of clean clothes and a small blanket he used for himself since he didn’t have any extra blanket and the older was shivering.

The heavy, wounded man lay there, half on the mattress and half on the cold ground, unconscious or sleeping? Mickey didn’t know and he didn’t have any strength to know.

The young boy sighed as he threw his own wet clothes on the ground roughly and found solace under his thin covers for the night.

He will see what will happen in the morning.