The Syndicate

Author\'s Notes: Please Enjoy The Chapter.



"Dialogue."



Narrative



~Character Thoughts~



***Dream Sequence***



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The clanking of keys on the marble countertop reverberated off of the walls of the cavernous apartment. The opulent penthouse was flooded by faint traces of reds and blues as twilight overtook the full expanse of the heavens.



Jack felt emotionally expended. He had had one hell of a day. Suddenly, a feeling of litheness consumed him; as if a cumbersome weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. It felt good to return to his solitary sanctuary. But it was not so solitary anymore.



Sighing, he shot a glance over his shoulder, taking in the sight of the young man who had infiltrated his life so efficiently. For better or worse, Eian had become a permanent fixture in his life. The sooner he realized this, the sooner he would be able to deal with the young man’s presence.



“Are you hungry?” Eian asked tentatively.



“No, not really…” Replied Jack, without so much as a glance in Eian’s direction.



“Bull Shit!” Jack was taken aback by the out burst, “You know damn well that you didn‘t have anything to eat all day; except for booze. You just don‘t wanna‘ eat with me.” Eian huffed.



Smoldering silver pools of rage locked on to frightened auburn. The Under-Boss’s first reaction was apparent, his facial features contorted in rage at the boy’s insolent behavior.



Eian’s heart raced.



~Fuck! I fucked up… again…~



Eian was already preparing an apology.



But just as soon as the rage had seeped into the blond, so had it dissipated. A small smirk, had splayed itself over Jack’s face.



“Alright, I am hungry. But, what are you gonna’ do about it? Are you gonna‘ cook for me?” Jack asked cynically.



Eian was shocked. He half expected to be choked, or even smacked around a bit. But, a direct challenge to cook for the Under-Boss? That was unexpected. But he’d be damned if he let the opportunity get away from him.



“Alright…” Murmured Eian.



“Alright, what?” Asked Jack impatiently.



~If I can get Jack to... Yeah… It might just…~



“Alright, I‘ll do it. But if I make a good meal for us, you… I mean we… We have to have sex tonight… But I get to top.”



“What?!” Asked Jack incredulously.



“You heard me! If I can make us a good meal… You let me be top for the night.”



“No!…Fuckin‘!…Way!” Bellowed Jack, “Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”



“Oh, come on.” Whined Eian, “Just one time. I might not even win…”



“No.” Said Jack, with finality in his voice.



“Come on… Please…” Eian was reduced to begging, “You don‘t have to give me an answer. Just think about it, okay?”



The blonds’ silent demeanor was his only response.



Eian scurried away towards the kitchen and began to pull out pots and pans from every which way. He rummaged through the fridge and yanked out a few ingredients.



Jack stood stunned. He marveled at the flurry of activity that consumed his seldom used kitchen. He didn’t even know that there was food in the fridge or pots and pans in the cabinets.



“I‘m going to take a bath.” Jack muttered, as he walked away.



But Eian was too preoccupied to care. A pot of water had just started to boil over and it was making a mess of things. Eian knew that he had his work cut out for him.



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An hour long soak in the tub was exactly what Jack had needed. Every single tension induced knot in his body was unraveled. He felt great, but to his utter dismay; his skin had become all pruny.



After toweling off his mane of golden locks, Jack got dressed and stepped out of his bedroom. The first thing that assaulted his senses, was the smell of burnt spices.



Jack rushed off searching for the source of the putrid odor. His search ended at his once pristine kitchen. There laying in a puddle of tomato sauce was Eian, with tears streaming down his cheeks.



Jack marveled at the disaster that had befallen his kitchen. Spaghetti, water and bits of ground meat; were strewn all across his counter tops and his cabinets.



Jacks’ temple had begun to throb. A quivering hand shot up and began to vigorously massage his aching head; in the hopes of averting a full on migraine.



He peered down menacingly at the annoying brat on the floor. Eian was literally seconds from being kicked out on his ass.



As if, finally sensing Jack’s presence. Eian peered up at the disgruntled Under-Boss, through lush, tear soaked eyelashes.



“I‘m s…s.sorry…” He weakly offered, “I‘ll clean it all uh-”



Jack raised a pruny hand; silencing Eian instantly.



“Not necessary…Besides you‘ll just wind up fuckin‘ everything up again.”



“No I won‘t! It‘s the least I could do…”



“I said, it isn‘t necessary. With the amount of money I pay for maintenance- They handle shit like this.”



Eian understood. His ‘help’ wasn‘t needed nor wanted.



Sighing, the boy hung his head in defeat.



The Blond turned on his heels, taking long strides towards the concierge phone. After pressing a series of buttons and impatiently waiting for the main desks’ reply. Jack had uttered a single sentence.



“Send up Eleanor.” Jack clipped out, before slamming the phone back on to its cradle.



The Under-Boss was fuming. The piercing silence that engulfed the suite, only served to heighten his aggravation.



“Why did I even think you could cook? Why?!” Jack asked to no one in particular.



Jack tried his best to suppress his rage. But the need to vent was just too strong.



“You‘ve been a pain in my ass since day one. But tonight you wanted to be a literal pain in my ass. Why would you even think… that you had the right to top me. Huh?!”



Jack got no response. So he continued with his tirade, “All you‘re good for is getting fucked. You‘re completely useless otherwise.”



Eian was furious. All traces of tears were savagely wiped off of his face.



“Fuck that! So what, if I can’t cook? At least I tried… I don’t mean to be a pain in your ass all the time. I Just want to be a physical pain in your ass once in a while. ”



Eian marched right up to Jack and cupped both of his firm globes in a tight, vice-like grip for added emphasis.



The look on Jack’s face was priceless. Eian couldn’t even begin to describe the shock that crossed over the taller man’s features.



Jack let loose a hearty chuckle.



“What the hell is so damn funny?” Asked a perplexed Eian.



“Well, well, well, haven‘t you grown a pair!” Exclaimed Jack. “But… what makes you think that I‘ll let you fuck me? ”



“Because… because I need to-”



“You don‘t need to do a damn thing!” Bellowed Jack. “What are you thinking? You figure that if I let you fuck me, that we’d become a couple or something?”



Eian’s silence spoke in volumes.



When Jack didn’t get a reply, he started to laugh even harder. Ridiculing and mocking Eian with every harsh chuckle.



Eian couldn’t take it anymore. He snapped.



Eian hurled himself at the taller man. Jack landed head first on to the cold, hard granite, with a sickening crack. Issuing a loud grunt of pain, the Under-Boss had no time to gather his bearings.



The next thing he knew, he was being assaulted by a volley of punches from every direction.



Jack had had enough. He bucked his hips wildly, effortlessly swinging the lighter man off. Now Jack was the one straddling Eian.



Eian bucked and scratched. He desperately tried to free himself from his captor



But his efforts were in vain.



Jack snatched Eian by his prized ebony tresses. Now it was Eian’s turn to get acquainted with the floor.



The blond mashed the boys face painfully against the floor. Eian gasped and grunted in pain.



The sounds coming through the boys bruised lips, awakened a carnal hunger within in Jack. A hunger that could only be sated by claiming those full, luscious lips.



Jack succumbed, he bent down and captured Eian’s mouth in a ravenous kiss. There was nothing sweet or romantic about this kiss. It was soul consuming and it spoke of need and utter desire.



Eian struggled at first; trying in earnest to fight off Jack’s advances. But he too was swept away in the wanton passion of gliding lip and sweeping tongue.



The boy, was painfully aware of the engorged erection gyrating against his thigh. A warm hand had managed to slip under the lip of his briefs, fully grasping his cock. Jack ruthlessly fondled Eian; to the point where the boy wildly bucked up into his hand.



Fire engulfed Eian’s loins and a rumbling pressure built up in the pit of his stomach. He had not been touched in days, nor had he had release. Every simple caress, every harsh tug of his length, led to a maelstrom of pleasure shooting up every nerve in his body.



Seconds later, Eian violently trashed his head from side to side. A scream of utter ecstasy tore itself from his throat, as he spilled his seed into Jack’s awaiting palm.



Jack extracted his sticky digits, from the boys nether regions; Eian mewled in protest.



The blond brought his hand up to his lips, flitting out his sinful pink tongue. He swiped it across his fingers and marveled at the bitter-sweet flavor that engulfed his taste buds.



Jack ghosted his hand over Eian’s lips, “Lick it clean.” He muttered.



With out hesitation Eian grasped Jack firmly by the wrist. As he relished every digit; engulfing each one whole from tip to knuckle. Finishing off by lathing the remaining seed off of Jack’s broad palm. Having never once broken eye contact with the blond.



The Under-Boss was at a loss for words. That little display had driven him over the edge.



Jack shimmied up and straddled the young man’s chest. Eian was met with a huge, burgundy silk encased erection. It bobbed mere inches from his awaiting mouth.



Eian’s quivering hands struggled to free Jack’s member.



He had succeeded as Jack’s thick, veiny erection pressed past his lips and into his eager mouth.



The blonde released a grunt of satisfaction as the searing heat engulfed his manhood . Eian suckled and bobbed his mouth as best he could. His skillful ministrations took Jack to the edge of sanity.



The boy hummed and slurped away at the tip of Jack’s dick. Making the Under-Boss’ eyes roll into the back of his head.



Popping and gagging noises echoed off of every corner of the suite. Jack lost himself within the rhythm that Eian established. If he did not regain his composure, he would quickly lose control of the situation.



Jack unceremoniously yanked his cock out of Eian’s mouth. The boy was momentarily confused, but then a look of understanding dawned on him.



Eian nudged Jack, to get off of his chest. Turning over he got on all fours. Prostrating fully he presented his pert ass for the taking.



Jack obliged, he positioned himself behind the boy. Bending down to give his tightly puckered hole a few laps of the tongue. When Jack felt that it was properly lathered he sat up on his knees and positioned himself.



Jack had no patience to stretch Eian, nor had he the will to fetch lube. The boy was in for a wild ride.



The blond pressed the tip of his massive member against the quivering flesh before him. He teasingly rubbed it up and down against Eian’s hole, making the boy squirm in protest.



Just as he pushed forward, to penetrate Eian. The door bell rang.



Bzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzt!



Jack tried to ignore the incessant buzzing.



Bzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzt!



But he couldn’t. “WHO THE FUCK IS IT!” Bellowed Jack.



“It’s me Eleanor, Mr. Hatcher.” Came the muffled reply, through the door.



“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ELEANOR?!” Jack hollered back.



“I thought that you called for me, sir?”



Realization dawned on Jack. He glanced over to the kitchen and remembered that he did in fact call for housekeeping .



“Go away Eleanor. Come back in the mornin-”



Suddenly Eian had scurried from underneath Jack. Scrambling to his feet, he yanked up his briefs and his pants as he went along and made a mad dash for the master bedroom. He made it to the large mahogany door and jerked it open.



Jack was stunned and confused. He barely registered Eleanor’s faint ‘Yes sir. I’ll come back in the morning.’



Shock and then rage overtook his face. The blond scrambled to his feet, struggling to tuck in his erection he stood rooted to the spot.



“You wouldn‘t dare?” Asked Jack in disbelief.



His only response, was the devilish gleam in Eian’s russet eyes.



“YOU WOULDN“T FUCKIN‘ DARE!” Bellowed Jack, as he sprinted down the hall. He arrived just in time to have Eian flip him off and to have a door slammed and locked in his face.



Jack hammered on the door. “OPEN THIS FUCKIN‘ DOOR! ”



“No.” Was the monosyllabic reply the Under-Boss received. “Not until you learn how to appreciate me.”



Jack was infuriated. He began to kick the solid mahogany door barefooted with all his might. But the door did not, so much as budge.



~Where the fuck is Marko when you need him-~



“FUCK!” Shouted Jack in defeat.



The Under-Boss gave a last futile bang on the door, “You‘ll have to come out sometime. Then I‘ll show you how much I appreciate you.”



Jack limped back to the kitchen and managed to slip on some tomato sauce. He quickly caught onto to the countertop and steadied himself.



“Shit. That was close .” He mumbled as he reached up into the cabinet, for a bottle of scotch.



When his hand grasped at an empty space, where his bottle should have been. Jack lost it. He began punching the cabinet door; until his knuckles were bloodied.



Nursing his hand, he limped over to the couch and laid down. He grunted in pain as his bad foot hit the coffee table on it’s way up. Tonight was definitely not his night.



“Shhhhit.” He hissed in pain as he got as comfortable as possible on the couch.



~My kitchen still looks like shit… My hand and foot are busted up real good… I got no more booze… Worst of all I got the worst case of blue balls in history and it‘s all ‘cause of that fuckin‘ kid… I hate havin’ fuckin‘ blue balls…~