My Mafia Host Family

Seeing the neighbourhood was worrisome. It was grungy and shady and full of strange people. Silvano hadn't liked it one bit when he went to pick up Pazhar the previous day, and he had no idea what kind of kids the hot exchange student was hanging out with there. It could be very dangerous, especially if anyone knew Pazhar was staying with the Ferraras. It just seemed like a bad idea all around, but he knew it would be rude of him to tell the man where he could and couldn't go.

There was always some way to make sure he was okay! Silvano had dressed up in a white hoodie to hide his hair and face and then he went to the college. It was a little difficult to spot Pazhar amongst the crowds, but Silvano had a good eye for that kind of thing. He followed his target and his target's friend on the bus and to the bad neighbourhood. Was it creepy to be stalking like that? Maybe, but it was necessary. And once they got to the neighbourhood's basketball courts, he stopped at a cafe that had a view of the game, and ordered an espresso as he watched.

The good thing was, they didn't look like much of a threat, but he knew damn well that appearances could be deceiving. He would have to talk to one of them. Maybe through body language and choice of words, he would be able to determine just how genuine these guys were, and whether or not he had to worry about Pazhar coming here to see them. As far as Silvano could tell, there were three of them hanging around Pazhar.

Minutes passed, and the game went on. It was awhile before something different seemed to be happening. Some other kids started talking to his target group, and they were apparently arranging some sort of match. Two of Pazhar's friends apparently didn't make the cut and were sent to the sidelines to watch. Seemd like the perfect opportunity!

Silvano left the cafe, abandoning his drink, and headed back over to the court and approached the bench-warmers. "Hey fellas! What's going on?"

The short guy with the buzz-cut turned and fixed him a disbelieving gaze. "What does it look like?" He asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.

"It looks like a game," Silvano responded, thoughtfully. He tilted his head and studied the shorter one before focusing his confident smirk on the other. "I thought you were the better player. Why aren't you playing instead?"

The taller, messy-haired one shrugged lightly, watching the current play finish before turning to face the Ferrara. "What do you want?"

Well, these guys were certainly suspicious. He frowned and gazed over at the ones playing. "I saw a hot guy playing basketball, so I stopped to watch, and then that hot guy didn't look busy so I figured I might as well try to talk to him. I don't believe in admiring from a distance, nah, that would just be rude."

"Dumbfuck." The taller one mumbled, then squinted his eyes and turned his attention back to the court.

That wasn't making him feel a whole lot better about the people Pazhar was hanging around with. Silvano exhaled a disappointed sigh and turned his attention on the people Pazhar was playing with. How did that attractive foreigner get caught up with such unfriendly people? "Well, if you're going to be so difficult, could you at least tell me if I'd have more luck talking with your friends over there?"

Without sparing him another glance, the guy picked out headphones and put them in his ears. As he started the music, the volume was loud enough for Silvano to hear the drums. The smaller one looked at him with a vague smirk. "I could probably tell you if I knew what you'd talk to them about."

"To be honest, nothing." Silvano smiled at the short one. "I already know Pazhar well enough, but I came to see what he was up to. Then I spotted him with this charming fella, I had to come introduce myself. Apparently he's not as interested as I'd hoped he'd be..." He paused and then shrugged it off. "So what's your name?"

"He might be interested, but you picked the wrong approach." The shorter guy looked him over briefly, then nodded. "I'm not sure what you're up to exactly, but if you want him to nail your ass, I think you'll be able to convince him." He let out light laughter. "And I'm Jae Sun."

Did that mean he had the right look? Whether or not it was intended, it was a nice stroke to Silvano's ego. He smirked and watched curiously as the taller one quirked a brow and took out the headphones. That bad attitude of his was almost cute, but it could use some work. Silvano turned his attention back to the one called Jae Sun and nodded. "Well, now there's progress. I'm Silvano Ferrara."

Apparently, the introduction had amusement value for the taller one. With a grin, he gave Silvano's shoulder a pat. "Show me some ID, kiddo." He said in a half-joking, half-serious tone.

"ID? So you've heard of me, have you?" Silvano chuckled and pulled a business card for the museum his father owned and handed it over to the man. "Will that do, or do you require a photo ID as well, sir?"

The card was taken and glanced at briefly before it found its way to a pocket. "Good to know who to call if I need something collected." He smirked. "I'm Taejin."

Now he was suddenly friendly? At least he didn't seem scared of the Ferrara name. Silvano couldn't stand it when people were nice to him just because they were afraid to get in trouble with his family. "Yes well my services aren't cheap. Well, not for that title, anyway." He winked at the man, and then gazed back over to the court. "Nobody has been giving Pazhar trouble, have they?"

"Trouble? When he's with us?" Taejin laughed loudly, then turned to watch the mentioned Fendarian for a few moments. As he turned back to the young Ferrara, he shook his head. "Nope. You're not here to change that, right?"

"I wouldn't dream of it." Silvano smirked and lifted his hand up to run a finger along a muscle of Taejin's arm. It was cute that the guy seemed to become alert with that, so he continued touching the guy. "Knowing Pazhar is with such strong men gives me... peace of mind."

Taejin's brows narrowed after a few moments. "And what makes you go off touching me, then?"

It had been fun while it lasted. Maybe the guy was just straight. Silvano shrugged and took his hand back. "Why? Would you prefer I touch you somewhere else?"

"I'd prefer me touching you." Taejin slid a hand in under the hood, entwining his fingers in the black hair underneath. "Are you a top or a bottom, shorty?"

Well that was definitely an interesting turn of events. "I'm whatever you want me to be, hotstuff." Silvano's gaze wandered the other man's body for a moment before settling on the face.

That earned him a grin. "Then you're a nicely obedient bottom." The taller man slid a hand around to his backside, giving it a firm squeeze. "I'm horny. How about you?"

That was so much easier than he had expected after the first few cold moments of their conversation. Either the guy was joking or something had tickled his fancy. So what was it? Once Silvano thought about it, he quickly realised he just didn't care, so he smirked. "With you touching me like this, how could I not be?"

"A good question with no answer." Withdrawing his hands, Taejin walked around to stand behind Silvano, then wrapped his arms around the other's waist and pulled their bodies together. "I'm not an exhibitionist, so you can't bend over right here. Any suggestions?"

Such confidence! Exactly how he liked his men. Silvano's brow furrowed in throught as he glanced between Jae Sun and the basketball court, and then over his shoulder at the man behind him. "Well, there's bound to be a pay-by-the-hour motel around here somewhere."

"Yeah." Taejin grinned again, then started leading Silvano down the sidewalk. "There's one just over a block from here." Then he moved his hand back down to squeeze the Ferrara's backside again. "You're paying for room and drinks."

"Small price to pay," Silvano murmured as his eyes began to wander the other man's body once more. He had never expected to get laid by a stranger while out stalking his family's guest, but he was definitely not about to complain.

When they entered the motel, Taejin had quickly ordered the most expensive bottle they had. It was delivered to them in the lobby - no room service, apparently - and a little while later, they were in the room. Taejin poured two glasses, then took one and sat down in the most comfortable looking chair.

Since there was no reason to be hiding under a hood anymore, Silvano pulled the hoodie off over his head and straightened out the shirt underneath. Once he dropped the hoodie on another chair, he took the second glass and wandered over to sit on the bed as he took a sip. Not his favourite kind of drink, but it would have to do.

After a moment of enjoying the alcohol - might as well take his time with it, it was expensive enough - he smiled at the other man. "I don't suppose you carry lube around with you...?"

Taejin grinned. "Nah, but I have enough saliva for both of us." He gazed over at the discarded hoodie, then quirked a brow. "You're not done stripping already, are you? Here I was getting ready for the show..."

"Are you kidding? I'm way too sexy to do a performance like that free of charge. At least not while I'm this sober, anyway." Time to hunt for lubrication. There was bound to be something they could use in that sleazy motel. Silvano took a long sip of his drink and then laid back on the bed so he could reach the end table without having to get up. He pulled a deck of cards out of the top drawer, tossed them to the ground, pulled out a bible, and did the same. Tissues, a pen, a pad of paper... Aha! Massage oil! A really cheap brand, but it was better than nothing!

Taejin chuckled at him. "Fine, charge whatever you want, but you're still paying." He took a long sip, then crossed his arms behind his head and leant back.

"So, I'm supposed to pay myself to strip? Now there's an idea! Too bad I can't give myself a lapdance." He put the oil on the bed and then sat up to take another sip before setting the glass on the end table. Silvano slipped off his shirt and started unbuckling his belt.

"If you give me your wallet, I can stick money into your underwear." The taller man let his eyes wander over the bare skin, flashing a lustful smirk.

Silvano laughed lightly and started unzipping his jeans. He laid back and lifted his lower body enough to push the jeans off his hips. "That's so generous of you! Maybe next time I'll bring cash."

Twisting a light grimace, Taejin pulled his wife beater over his head. "Oh yeah, I'm supposed to believe someone wearing tailored jeans walking around broke now." He put the garment down behind his back, then started taking off his shoes.

"Broke? Nah, I only bring one debit card when I'm wandering around neighbourhoods like this without a body guard. Can never be too careful..." Silvano stopped what he was doing to curiously watch Taejin.

When the shoes and socks were off, Taejin discreetly pulled a gun out, then hid it away under the wifebeater. As he pushed to his feet, he grinned lightly. "Right now I'll be your bodyguard... your hot top bodyguard."

It was good to know he wasn't dealing with an ordinary civilian. Thinking about it, he wasn't all that surprised. Not many ordinary civilians would bother with him if they knew who he was. He kicked his own shoes off and then his jeans followed. "Mm, a dream come true. I've always wanted to be fucked by a hot goon."

Taejin laughed. "'Goon' isn't a good label. You are going to be the obedient one. Understood?" He undid his pants and pulled them down, revealing his boxerbriefs, then walked over towards the bed.

Silvano nodded as he soaked in that beautiful piece of eye-candy. Intriguing personality, drop-dead gorgeous body; if the sex was good too, he had no idea how he'd deal with it being just a one-night stand. Was that too shallow of him? He licked his lips and nodded. "Being someone's bitch will be a nice change of pace for once. Though, you'd make a better bodyguard if you kept that gun on you."

Shaking his head with an amused smile, Taejin grabbed his boxers and tugged them down. "I intended to be naked while I fucked you... where do you suppose I would keep it?"

"You could keep it in my hand." Silvano winked and sat up. He gently took a hold of the man's shoulder and moved to claim Taejin's mouth. As Silvano slipped his arm around the man's neck, he quickly lost the fight for dominance in the kiss. Well, it seemed his current partner was serious about being in control, but that was never a bad thing. He liked guys who could take charge.

Taejin reached down and grabbed Silvano's boxers, yanking them off and tossing them on the floor. "Doesn't sound like you in a submissive position..." He climbed up on top of the young Ferrara, grabbing both wrists and pinning Silvano's hands down above his head. "If I'm not dominant, I'm not at all interested." He stated firmly, then ignited another forceful kiss.

From the looks of it so far, that was bound to be a rough time ahead of him. Silvano smirked through the kiss and when it ended, he quirked a brow and tilted his head. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."

Grinning, the guy lifted himself up and removed his underwear. He turned around so they were both face-to-crotch. "Suck my dick and spread your legs." He demanded, then picked up the lube.

"What nerve, speaking to a Ferrara with that tone! You know, if you're not careful, I might get addicted to you." Silvano chuckled to himself as he complied. He shifted his legs further apart and ran his tongue along the man's length before taking it into his mouth.

The other man spit on his entrance, then pushed his fingers in roughly. "Addiction is good. It'd be a shame if you'd only be my bitch once." He let out a shivery exhale as he pushed his erection downwards, uncapping the tube with one hand while thrusting rapidly with two fingers of the other.

It was difficult to resist the urge to cringe through the pain when there was a mass in his mouth, but somehow he managed. He had seen that treatment coming. The pain was bittersweet; so rough it was almost making him hungry for more. If he had been a little more of a masochist, he'd be in heaven but at the moment, it was more like being taken by a really sexy devil, and he could only assume it was going to get worse... or better? He put those thoughts aside and focused his attention on sucking harder.

The fingers was pulled out of his backside, and then covered with massage oil. As they were thrusted back in, they determinedly forced his inner walls aside, burrowing all three digits inside at once. The first few thrusts all the way were overly painful, but it got more bearable soon, and when Taejin was apparently happy with the widening of the deepest area, he curled his fingers to ram them forcefully against Silvano's sweet spot.

A moan escaped Silvano's throat and he nearly choked on the mass in his mouth. He got himself together enough to breathe quickly enough, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus. Silvanogave the tip a heated suck and attempted - and failed - to keep his panting to a minimum. He mumbled under his breath, "Fuckin' Christ..."

He heard a panted chuckle from the man on top of him. "Yeah... that's it... you love me inside of you..." He retracted the fingers, then lifted himself up and out of Silvano's mouth. Sitting back between the Ferrara's legs, he lifted one up onto his shoulder while he coated his manhood up. "You want something bigger than fingers, don't you?"

Understatement of the day. Silvano licked his lips as he tried to remain patient. Once he had the taste taken away, he had the urge to devour the man! So he took a deep breath in the hopes of stabalizing himself and then smirked. "Want isn't nearly a strong enough word."

That brought a broad grin. "Then tell me..." he chuckled as he coated two fingers up better, then shoved them back in firmly, rubbing intently against the sweet spot. "Tell me the right words for how you feel about me dominating you..."

"You tease..." Silvano inhaled through his teeth. Demoted to two fingers? That was hardly fair! Now what were words again? He struggled to grasp the basics of the damn language through that painful pleasure. "I crave it. I fucking need you to ram my ass into next week. Will that do?"

"Nope." Taejin kept stroking the spot, then leant forward to bite a nipple. As he lifted his head to lock gazes with the young Ferrara, he smirked. "You can do better."

It was getting too frustrating. That heat rising in his body being teased and remaining unsatiated was too much, but the attentions he was still receiving were just enough to keep Silvano hanging on. He swallowed hard, trying to remember he wouldn't be the only one suffering if it didn't continue. "Enough talk. Fuck me."

Taejin shook his head with a grimace. "Now you're getting ahead of yourself here. Whereas it's nice to hear you want me to fuck you, telling me to do so is all wrong." He smirked, pulling his fingers back out and positioning his manhood to rest against Silvano's entrance. "I'll give you a hint. Who's in charge here?"

"I think..." Silvano panted and gulped. His mouth was watering in anticipation. "I think it's pretty safe to say you have me wrapped around your finger. At least you did a second ago. You're running the show here. Should I be calling you 'Master' too?"

"I like the sound of that." Taejin said with a broad grin, then moved his hands to Silvano's hips and forcefully thrusted himself inside.

The pained cry got caught in Silvano's throat and for a minute he couldn't breathe. His eyes rolled back as he felt his body temporarily constrict around the intruder. Despite the pain, it was hugely relieving and he could feel the heat in his body overflowing and seeping out his pores. "Fuck..."

With a satisfied groan, Taejin pulled back out, then rammed himself back in. He lifted Silvano's other leg up onto his free shoulder, then leant forward, forcing the other's knees up against the chest so he could claim the lips in a fierce kiss.

The position didn't allow for much movement on Silvano's end, so he slipped a hand into the other man's hair as he allowed himself to drown in the sensations. He was far past rational thought by then, but that was definitely a good thing. He fought back in the kiss as much as possible, but he was perfectly happy drawing it out.

When Silvano started fighting back with his tongue, Taejin increased the power of his thrusts quite a bit, slamming brutally in all the way. After withdrawing from the kiss, he flashed a cocky smirk through his rapid pants.

Silvano groaned and grasped at the bedspread as the blinding pain and pleasure continued. His body was moving on its own accord along with the man's rhythm, and his fingers tightened their grip in Taejin's hair. His lustful gaze drifted down the man's body to the space between them and his other hand left the bed to enclose his own desperate erection.

Pounding himself in faster, Taejin let out another satisfied groan. He leant forward to capture an earlobe between his teeth, tugging playfully at it.

The thrusting and gasping continued on. It seemed almost endless as the rest of the world was completely forgotten in the fantasy of carnal instincts and battles for power. It was all too good, and the longer it lasted, the more Silvano wished it wouldn't end. It was too good. His body was becoming more sensitive than it had been in a long time, and he could feel the climax lurking around the next corner. He tried to ward it off, but with the series of gasps and moans and the heat between them, it was a losing struggle.

Pure bliss filled his mind as he released, white lines covering his torso and thigh. The next thrust, Taejin's load spilled into his depths too, and the man quickly pulled out. After cleaning himself off with the bed sheet, Taejin picked his underwear up and headed over to his other clothes.

What was that supposed to mean? 'Wham bam, thank you man'? Silvano couldn't even begin to concentrate so soon after, but he blamed that mostly on the lingering pain and the tiring feeling of satisfaction. Still, with the guy being so quick to take off, he couldn't help but feel slighted. Most one-night stands were like that, and he knew a lot of guys were deathly allergic to pillow talk, but still... He had been entertaining the hopeless idea that maybe there could be more to this experience.

Ridiculous! Just minutes after they introduced themselves to each other, they were already stripping down in a motel room, so how could it really be anything more than a one-time thing? Silvano sighed to himself and reached over to pull the tissues out of the nightstand.

By the time he looked up, Taejin had already gotten dressed and moved over to the door. The guy turned to him with a smirk. "I expect you back for more tomorrow. We'll meet outside this motel at 6 pm. Don't be late, alright?"

Tomorrow? So a two-time affair? Well, that was better than nothing. Silvano quirked a brow as he got nice and comfortable in the bed. It was a little chilly laying there naked, wet and spent, but he wasn't so sure he could get up without losing his dignity to a limp. "I do have a job, you know. How about 8?"

Taejin frowned. "Fuck your job. I'm in charge here, Shorty, and when I say 6, I mean 6. If you want me to postpone it, you have to make it worth my while, and that's not cheap."

"I took today off, and I've been late for the past week. If my daddy starts getting trigger-happy about my irresponsible behaviour, then you can explain to him what's taken priority over work." Silvano smirked and started to sit up, but that was quickly wiped off his face as the painful reality of the condition his body was in gave him a generous reminder. He cringed and cleared his throat. "How about 7?"

With a sigh, Taejin shook his head. "6:30, and bring me a gift to show me your appreciation. Something that demonstrates you know who's the dominant one."

A gift? Silvano laughed and shook his head. "Well, you're really a demanding one, aren't you? Just to help me pick out a gift, should I be choosing something to show appreciation for your dick, or for your attitude?"

"Anything that adds to my dominance over you will be fine." Clearly encouraged by the response, Taejin smirked. "And as for demanding... I'm worth it, and you know I'm worth it. To get with one of the best, you have to show you are worth it too."

After a few seconds of silence, Taejin opened the door. "See you tomorrow, Shorty!" He said with a wink, then closed the door behind him.

Silvano frowned at the door and the pushed himself up and off the bed. Oh yeah, there was definitely going to be a limp, and he knew it would be worse tomorrow. Well, since his last lover was totally vanilla, he couldn't help but wonder how long he and this new barbaric guy could last. Wait, didn't Taejin have a last name? He ran to the door to see if he could catch the guy before he was too far gone, and went out into the hallway. Good thing there were no other guests around; he hadn't put anything on yet.

"Wait, Taejin! ... Do you have a last name?"

The guy stopped and turned, quirking a brow. "Of course I do." He said, then smirked as he leant casually against the wall.

Okay so they were still playing that game. Silvano walked confidently toward the man, trying his best to hide his limp. "Would you tell me? Please, Master? You see, I'm a little silly about things like this because I like to know the person I'm submitting to. Makes it more concrete."

"How could I possibly deny a naked man calling me Master?" Taejin grinned, sliding a hand into Silvano's black hair and bringing the other down to firmly grope his ass. "I'm Taejin Jang."

That sounded like a unique enough name. There probably weren't a whole lot of people named Taejin Jang in the city so it would be easy enough to look him up, assuming he was giving his real name. Just in case, Silvano figured he might as well try to push his luck. "Where do you work?"

Taejin chuckled. "I'm the best lover in town. However, I'm not one for one-night stands, because they always come back, and I never do more than one at the same time. Call it relationships if you want. If I got more demanding, though, I could be a rich man."

Silvano ran his fingers idly down the man's chest. "Guess that doesn't have an address, huh? Well, then what if I want to buy you something that needs to be delivered? Like flowers or a truckload of cursed Egyptian jewels? Where should I send it?"

Running his tongue over Silvano's lips in an exaggerated lick, Taejin smirked again. "If I like your gift tomorrow, I'll invite you home the next time I'm going to fuck you."

The sound of footsteps was approaching. Silvano considered running back to the room, but remembered he didn't care if some stranger saw him nude. So when the woman came around the corner and gave the pair an odd look before continuing on, he slipped an arm around Taejin's shoulders. "Will you be running off on me when we're done tomorrow too, or will you let me treat you to dinner afterwards?"

Leaning forward, Taejin breathed into an ear. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow to see," he hissed, "but if you're a good boy, dinner sounds likely."

"You're lucky you're hot. Not a lot of people could treat me like this and live to tell about it." Silvano winked and kissed Taejin playfully on the lips.

"Careful..." Taejin panted, running a finger from Silvano's lips and down to his chin. "Now you're sounding dominant. Any more of that, and I'm going to lose interest in you..." He frowned momentarily, but it gradually turned into a small smirk. "Then again, if you're going to be nicely obedient to me, there's every advantage in you being willful with others."

Silvano captured the finger gently between his teeth and gave it a little suck. When he released it again, he pulled away from the man and flashed a bright smile. "Oh you can have the dominance in bed, and you may get what you want in other ways, but I have no intention of being a submissive brainless twink. My personality won't be a problem, will it, master?"

With a shrug, Taejin gave Silvano's backside another squeeze. "The only thing I demanded of you before we started was obedience. Adding 'brainless twink' now wouldn't be fair, now would it?" He took a deep breath and quirked a brow. "If you intend to try to push me about, by threats or otherwise, we can just call it quits right now, though. I wouldn't be interested."

"Me? Threats? You're kidding, right? Even when I'm committing unspeakable crimes, I don't bother with threats. There's a difference between obedience and stupidity. It would be stupidity if I promised to obey blindly without question." After a moment of thought he laughed and pulled away. "What fun would dominance be if the one you dominated never challenged it? That would be like dominating a doorknob!"

Taejin smirked. "You're a smart guy. You know what I mean. There's a difference between obedience and stupidity, and I never asked for stupidity. Believe me, if you started acting like a loyal dog expecting me to make all your decisions for you, I'd lose interest as well." He took his hands back and started walking slowly towards the stairs. "See you tomorrow."

A new relationship was potentially blooming, but before he made any decisions on what to do about it, he had to do his homework first. He grabbed his cell phone out of his hoodie pocket and then wandered over to the window and leaned against it as he pressed one of his speed dials. While he listened to the ring, his curious gaze caught sight of Taejin leaving the motel.

"Yes?" The gruff voice answered the other line.

"Oh good, you're there! Charles, I need you to get me a file on a man named Taejin Jang."

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Lisa: Better believe it... the Ferrara family is in that line of work, you know. Although it definitely affects Manuel, Arsenio, Vestige and Silvano differently, the mafia world is the world they've lived in. So... how do you like the new pairing? ;-)