Mama, Papa?

Mama, Papa?

The night and the abandoned building were dark in the middle of nowhere. Where the sky was like a platter filled with heavy clouds ready to burst any second, the only sound that echoed in the quiet of the night was crickets, surrounding the building, and other small insects but no sign of humans.

Tall and dark was the construction, standing alone and dark, patiently waiting for the arrival of someone.

While planning the meet-up, Kangsu had searched for a place with similar attributes as the building he was going for. It wasn't easy to plan something like this meet-up, when he didn't have any power left, that too under the strict eye of his boss, but he did eventually. After selecting the place and making the necessary calls, the old man headed for his secret meeting stealthily.

Cruising through deserted streets while maintaining a constant speed, the old pumpkin drove his truck with a frown on his face. He was in deep thoughts as he mulled over and over about what he was about to do, what he had been planning to do after he was kicked out of the mafia and was left embarrassed in front of everyone he was once ruling over.

The aftermath of his early, forceful retirement was no less than a joke for others. People had laughed and they were still laughing, making fun of Kangsu and talking about him was like a new entertainment for the ones he used to work with. The reports and gossip he received from his real supporters did nothing but boil his already burned blood and made him so restless that all he wanted to do was scream at the top of his lungs.

As if it wasn't enough, that little boy, who leisurely took over his position as the title of 'Queen', exposed him and his little shenanigans like a Pandora's box and revealed his wrongdoings in front of everyone, basically shutting every way that could lead him back.

It was too much to handle for the fragile ego of Kangsu, the fire of revenge was at its peak and he wanted to satiate it in any way possible.

In his opinion, he shouldn't have waited this long. Believing in some special turn of events that would bring the golden days of ruling he had always dreamed of, made Kangsu do everything he shouldn't have. From conspiring against King to hurting the empire, the old man has done numerous things that brought him the fate he has now.

Pitiful?.....well, no.

Finally reaching his destination, Kangsu parked his car. He then switched off the engine of his truck so that the silence of the night dominated again. In the quietness of the car, he sat waiting for someone to arrive as he ignited a cigarette he fished out of his pocket.

All this while, the wild thoughts in his mind didn't stop.

Kangsu didn't like losing.......well......it's exactly the same for everyone........but, according to him, one shouldn't stop pursuing the goal until the win is theirs. He trusted in investing everything and anything and doing just about everything and anything, regardless of it being good or bad, to reach the purpose.

Be it themselves or the sacrifice of their loved ones, that's how life should be.

But his opinion on such things contradicted with the boss, and Kangsu won't admit it...... but sometimes he really wanted to punch the boss in the face. The man had his own strategy when it came to work which wasn't very suitable for Kangsu. The old pumpkin had classified the boss's work ethics, regarding the doom of King, under boring and so non-practical.

With the intentions of ruining the crime lord, such slow and calm pace like eating the roots of the empire by shooting rats, engaging multiple rebel groups and making them do undefinable nonsense, occasionally blowing king's properties to financially screw with him and stalking the crime lord to keep an eye on his daily life activities, it all seemed like a child's play.

Kangsu was so over with it.

The old man wanted to do something big, something that would leave the Xaviers with their mind blown up. And that was the reason he was at the secluded part of the city and behind an alone, dark structure of a ghost building.

Waiting for someone.....an old partner who he shared a long history with.

A distant sound of a running vehicle broke his continuous string of thoughts and Kangsu turned to look at his back with a smile. A car, smaller in size, steadily moved in the direction of the building with its headlight dead as instructed. Upon it reaching closer, Kangsu left his own truck and gestured to the driver, making him aware of his presence, by waving his hand.

The car stopped right behind Kangsu's and out came Mr Chris with his signature frown and shaggy personality.

The eye contact both men made wasn't nearly as friendly as anyone would have thought. Mr Chris was glaring at the other while Kangsu supported a shit-eating grin on his wrinkled face.

"Welcome my good old dear friend....welcome" Kangsu smiled wider as he closed the distance between them both. Just as he went to put his arms around Mr Chris, the latter pulled away like he was touched by a plague and scowled at Kangsu.

"fuck your 'dear old friend' Kangsu. I am miserable and broke just because of you" he complained with a strict tone to make sure the message was delivered. The delivery was perfect......have to give that to Wren....... but Kangsu was made with different ingredients used for creating humans. He was a stubborn, shameless bastard who knew no bounds when comes to taking advantage or ruining others using betrayal as his first weapon.

"oh come on Wren.....you should be over that by now. I have a few new things to discuss.....let's not dwell on the past and plan for the future." Kangsu chuckled as he said. He then circled Wren's shoulders, even after he already told him off, and started marching towards his truck.

Mr Chris watched as Kangsu pulled out two bottles of beer and stretched out one for his friend.

"take it Chris and let's start fresh" he offered with a smirk. Mr Chris looked at his long last buddy sceptically and slowly took hold of the bottle. Kangsu was up to no good and the vibe of that wickedness was oozing out of his complete existence.

"to the name of our friendship!" the old pumpkin cheered as he raised his bottle for a toast. Mr Chris followed suit but was still very much suspicious of the other's over-friendly behaviour.

Then after clinking their bottles, both men began drinking in the dark as they talked.

"I should have married that insolent boy of Enzo to my son way before he turned eighteen....." Mr Chris started as he sipped his beer, mind caught up with the loss he had to face when Mago took refuge under King's protection and Mr Chris couldn't find it in himself to fight King alone.

Kangsu just listened without showing any interest in the man's rambling.

".....all those years, I had managed Jana to see that little bitch more than a little brother when he just wanted him as a sibling to play with, made him fantasize that blushy skin under his palms and that boy's moans as a piece of music.......ugh......it all went to trash. All of my efforts got ruined..." the man grimaced while spilling his broken heart. Only Mr Chris knew how he made young Jana romanticize a small Mago as his future wife, how he didn't let his only son stray from seeing Mago's growing beauty, his soft features and fragile self until Jana himself started liking Mago inappropriately.

Kangsu was well aware of all of this but after a repetition of old events, he couldn't help but chuckle humourlessly.

"efforts?....really Chris?...." he asked with a narrowed gaze and Mr Chris raised his brow challengingly.

"come on Chris..........you manipulated your only son when he was desperate for your attention. At that point.....that young lad would have done anything just to see you appreciating him and see him more than a meeting organizer...." Kangsu spat bitterly. The man had no affiliation or sympathy with Jana and his worst sort of upbringing but the way Mr Chris stated his sad story and the tale of his cheap efforts, irked something in Kangsu's brain.

Patty was lucky not to get any bit of attention from her father. She was rebellious by nature and selfish enough to find her interests outside but Jana was different. A father's attention was the only thing he could thrive on and for that, the boy had gambled his life.

"Not only did you control Jana but clawed at that little boy's freedom through your son. He had hurt the child and assaulted him under your supervision and---....." Kangsu was in the process of shaming his friend when Mr Chris threw his bottle on the ground roughly. He then glared at Kangsu with fire in his eyes....ready to combust at any time.

"you don't tell me how I should raise my kids Kangsu...... it's none of your fucking business how I treat them or make them starve for my brilliant attention. Worry for yourself and think about how we are going to get what we want" Mr Chris growled shutting Kangsu up in a snap. Both men glared at each other before Kangsu averted his dark gaze with a sigh.

That's not what he was here for.

"I am worrying for ourselves...and that is why I called you here" he started with calmness this time, no hyper behaviour anymore.

"tell me then.....how are we going to get that boy and ruin the empire altogether." The other replied, following Kangsu's demeanour.

"We have to make king submit to us......make him listen to us without him being able to do anything" Kangsu grinned proudly, whispering at the end while Mr Chris listened carefully.

"How?" he asked.

"for that, I have a plan" Kangsu announced with a devilish smile. He started to chart out his plan with Mr Chris as they both indulged in gossip. After a while of discussion, both the men shook their hands firmly and nodded at each other curtly.

"let's give our friendship another chance Chris......let's do this together" Kangsu said with a smile. Mr Chris smiled back and nodded his head in affirmation.

"yeah...let's do that" he answered.

........

Mago sat on the bed, between King's legs, while holding the tablet in his small hands Charlton oh so nicely lent him. He flipped through the images of both his parents and himself and quietly hummed to himself. The older, who sat behind Mago, drew circles on his lover's stomach slowly as he occasionally kissed along the boy's nape to his neck.

"Mama?....Papa?" Mago mumbled under his breath but King heard it clearly. He tucked the boy closer and kissed his ear lobe, sucking on it softly.

"Are you sad, my love?" King asked softly. Seeing Mago so quiet after he was introduced to his deceased parents, something was disturbing about his silence that didn't settle with King. And he wasn't alone who had felt that way anyway, when leaving his office for his room and for his baby, both Charlton and Lucca had silently asked him about Mago.

'he is fine' King had assured but deep down he was worried himself.

They weren't used to Mago being silent. Instead, constant ruckus, shouting, cursing and demanding was what they had in their daily routine and they wanted to keep it that way.

So, King had a reason when he asked that question.

"no...just weird about all this." the boy replied flipping back to his parents' picture. He zoomed in their faces again and tried to smile but that smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I see a resemblance and I know that they are my parents but......it still feels kind of strange" Mago muttered lowly but then he turned to look at King with wide eyes. The older only raised a brow curiously.

"is it bad.....that I find them strangers?" he whispered with a gasp as if committing a sin for not feeling any emotions with his parents. King chuckled shaking his head, he then nuzzled in Mago's neck and inhaled his baby scent while holding him close.

"it is natural if you don't find any connection to them, my baby. You have never seen them all of your eighteen years, you don't have a memory of them even as a child." King coaxed his lover to stop blaming himself for anything and kissed the boy deeply.

Mago hummed in response, easily convinced because it all made sense to him.

Minutes flew by just like that, with Mago scrutinizing and analysing the image and King holding him through that process, silently comforting his small lover.

It was until.....

"she is pretty" Mago announced as he dragged his small fingers over his mother's face. The boy had mostly taken after his mother, small and soft, beautiful and attractive.

"she is" King agreed, back hugging his boy closely.

"and he is so manly....." Mago shared again.

"he is" King agreed again.

"They are a beautiful couple" the boy said zooming out the image and pressing a kiss on the screen to show his love for his parents.

"they are" King replied softly enjoying the calm and slow moment. A few seconds in Mago turned around completely to face the older.

"you know.....Patty will be so fucking jealous if she got to see my mama and papa. They are so beautiful while hers look like they came out of trash. I mean, look at Mr Chris and then look at my papa" Mago compared smugly, showing Enzo's picture to King, and giggled when he imagined a scowly patty in his mind.

On the other hand, King laughed like no tomorrow, he was amazed at the speed of Mago's mood change and then the insults he so fluently uttered.

"oh boy.....I love you so much" he said bunching a fist full of the younger's fluffy hair and attaching their lips in a searing hot kiss. Mago reciprocated of course but just for a little while, he pulled away and patted at King's chest.

"I love you too.... but don't waste your energy by kissing me. You can use your useful hands in massaging my back" the boy stated and turned over on his stomach.

"Are you hurting?" the older asked as he watched Mago placing a pillow under his body carefully, not to hurt the baby, to support himself and then wiggled his butt. The boy had only worn a boxer and a big shirt that he hiked up to give king space for massage.

"just sore. Nothing a sexy giant couldn't help with" the younger said flirtingly and King smirked.

"sexy eh? You think I am sexy" King asked eyeing Mago's ass and those squishy round globes before leaving the bed to fetch a bottle of almond oil.

"I called you a giant too dum dum....now come on" the younger retorted falling into his resting position revealing his beautiful small self to King's hungry eyes. Out of pure instinct, King reached forward and squeezed Mago's butt cheeks in his fists before slapping the right one tightly.

"no funny fucking business Raye....if you plan to have your fucking face intact and not any tooth missing" Mago hissed with a warning tone as he turned to glare at King.

"oh, I am so scared....." King said without a care in the world. He behaved like a big brat and smiled at his lover evilly. The crime lord then pop opened the bottle of sweet-scented oil and rubbed the substance between his palms. Once done, he placed his warm palms over Mago's pink skin to start the massage, rubbing his big hands and long fingers up and down, and the boy sighed instantly.

That was nice now, wasn't it?

......

Sayonara people~~~~~

author: Donald duck '

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