My Mafia Host Family

First team practice. Pazhar had been more than a bit distracted, given what had happened at breakfast. Being in danger like that, saved by a fluke, didn't make calm come easily. Luckily, it seemed the level around there was far lower than in Fendaril or Sollas. He felt like the best player on the team, but wasn't quite sure whether that was narcissism, true or if the others simply didn't bother much with practice. At least Taejin would've fit straight in amongst the best ones in Pazhar's opinion. And he had fresh experience to judge by; after college, he had stopped by that court together with Jae Sun for a few quick games before heading to practice. It was probably not something the coach would appreciate, so he didn't tell anyone.

At least his team didn't seem racist towards him. That was good. He had enough trouble as it was, with that weird guy on the phone and Arsenio trying to get rid of him. When he finally got back to the estate, he was feeling rather exhausted, but knew he had to try to get some studies in. It was slow, hard work to learn that stuff...

When he got to the room, he walked right in - that's what they had agreed on. Eliseo was on the floor with pillows and blankets, watching some movie. "Hi..." Pazhar said in a concerned voice, closing the door behind him.

He was greeted with a wave of a toy gun before the toy was dipped in something under the blanket and Eliseo boredly licked it clean. "Welcome home."

"Thanks..." Pazhar walked over to the desk, leaving his bag there. "How are you feeling?"

"Peachy." He dipped the gun again, getting it coated in what looked like melted chocolate and his gaze drifted back to the movie.

"Right." The Fendarian smirked. Probably shouldn't bother him. He walked over to the chair and sat down, digging out his notebook and the heavy brick of a mathematics book. Time to start going over his notes and see if they still made any sense...

After a few moments of nothing happening, the sound of rustling came and then a groan. When he looked, he saw Eliseo sitting up and holding his stomach as he grumbled to himself. "How about we don't eat with the family next time?"

Pazhar quirked a brow and sighed. "Good idea." The old man might not be happy with them, but surely he'd understand after what happened.

No response came, but Eliseo was staring expectantly at him. The Fendarian quirked a light smirk. "What?"

Eliseo frowned and laid back again. His hand disappeared under his blanket again as he quietly asked, "You can do that later, can't you? Come here."

"Okay..." Pazhar got to his feet, then sat down on a pillow next to the other young man. "Does this hurt?" He asked as he wrapped an arm around him.

"No. It's just my stomach that hurts, and everything else is numb." Eliseo brought his hand back out, with a chocolate-coated finger and reached up to smear a bit on Pazhar's bottom lip. "Here, have some fondue."

The Fendarian smirked. "Any alcohol in it?" He asked, then rested his head on Eliseo's shoulder.

"Not a drop. Just melted dark chocolate. Zap it for about a minute in the microwave, and there you have it; instant aphrodisiac." Eliseo licked the chocolate off his finger and then dipped under the blanket for more.

"Aphrodisiac?" Pazhar asked curiously. "You sure you're in the mood for something like that now?" He stuck his tongue out to lick the chocolate off his lips. Tasted quite deliciously.

The response was a weak laugh that quickly ended with a grunt. Eliseo smeared more chocolate on Pazhar's lip and then shifted to claim the lips briefly with his own. "I wish I were. I just like chocolate."

Shifting closer, the black-haired youngster slipped a hand into the purple hair. "I'm sure you'll get well soon... and then we can have a lot of fun catching up!"

Eliseo eyed Pazhar's body for a moment before frowning and cleaning the chocolate off his finger again. "See, now you're making me want to grope you, and I can't do that until my hand's clean."

Pazhar chuckled, then leant in to engage in an enthusiastic kiss. As he pulled back, he cupped his hands around Eliseo's face and claimed eye contact. "You know how long it's going to be?" He asked concernedly.

"I will be fine after a good night's sleep." Eliseo pulled the bowl of chocolate out from under the blanket. "Help me eat this. It's starting to get hard."

~~~~~

What does a person do for a new lover's birthday?

Vestige didn't know nearly enough about Pazhar to know what kind of gift he'd like. Money would be too impersonal and small things like cologne or trinkets required too little thought. It was Pazhar's birthday and he had no idea what to do. Sure, he could afford a car or something big like that, but... Would that be too much for the beginning of a relationship? He didn't want the guy to feel obligated to him because of some pricey gift.

Well, he had all day to think about it while Pazhar was at college. At the moment it was only breakfast, and instead of bothering to eat with the family again, Vestige had brought their guest into the living-room for breakfast where the others wouldn't bother them. He was mostly over the effects of the poison. Just a little dizzy. It had been stupid to take another bite of the stuff yesterday after he already knew the food was tainted, but he saw how scared Arsenio had been, and he had to punish him. He had been lucky two bites weren't enough to kill him.

He sat down on the couch with a plate of food balancing in his lap, and then turned the tv on to the sci-fi network. Some boring shit about walking on the moon, so he switched to a cartoon channel. "Anything you wanna watch, birthday boy?"

"Yeah, you." Pazhar said with a grin, sitting down straight across from him. The Fendarian placed his plate in front of him, then started eating, casting a few intent glances over at Vestige's body.

"Me? Damn, maybe I should have dressed more provocatively today then." Vestige flipped through channels a bit more before settling on some anime. after taking a few bites of eggs, he glanced down wearily at the fresh hash browns in his plate. Somehow they just didn't seem as appetizing as they had the day before. Do you have plans tonight?"

The Fendarian thought about that for a bit. "After basket practice, no, not really..." He smirked as his eyes followed the outline of the purple hair. "I should study, but that doesn't take all night."

The worst thing about college was having to deal with people studying. Vestige gazed curiously at Pazhar. What exactly was that guy thinking about? School? Sex? Vacationing in a tropical island? "Good. Then I'm going to take you out for dinner. Some really good place that doesn't have a fucking dresscode."

Pazhar swallowed a mouthful. "Good... if there's a dresscode, I doubt they'd let me in." He smirked and shrugged, then continued eating.

It was cute how casual he was. Vestige liked that - it set the man apart from the people he had to deal with every day. In fact there were so many things that set Pazhar apart from all the other groups he knew about. Vestige stayed quiet as he attempted to decide whether or not he had time to fool around with the guy before he had to leave.

Then there were footsteps. Around the corned came Silvano, carrying a small gift bag and an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. He stopped beside where Pazhar was sitting and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. "Happy birthday!"

Quirking a surprised brow, the Fendarian looked up at the newly arrived. "Thanks..." He said half-heartedly, then glanced over at Vestige's suspicious expression. That made his face split into a grin.

Silvano smiled and handed the gift bag over to him. "I went out shopping last night and picked up a little something for you while I was there."

Accepting the bag, Pazhar smirked. "You really didn't have to..." He said as he opened it, then reached inside to pull something out. As he took the tissue paper off, it revealed a cock ring. After a second of surprise, the Fendarian let out a chuckle.

Sex toys? Vestige didn't even want to know whatever shit his brother had crammed into that damn bag. He put his plate on an end table and got up, slowly walking over to where the bastard stood. "What. The. Fuck? What's wrong with you, you don't buy shit like this for someone else's boyfriend, you dumbass!"

"Oh don't be such a baby." Silvano waved his hand dismissively at his older brother. "You're not that serious yet, are you? He's still got time to make the right choice if you'd stop throwing tantrums about it."

"Shut your trap, you condescending bitch!" Vestige pulled the toy gun out of the back of his shorts and then kicked his brother's leg to make him fall. The surprised shout wasn't nearly enough to satisfy his anger and jealousy so he got down on his brother, and pinned Silvano's arms to the floor with his knees. Vestige raised the toy gun, ready to whack his brother with it.

Pazhar apparently found the whole situation entertaining. "I understand you want such a nice cockring too, but I don't think this is the best way to have him give you one..."

Vestige scowled at the joke. How could he not take that seriously? He shook his head and got off his perverted brother - who, judging by the quirked brow, was enjoying the situation as well - and looked at the gift bag. Part of him wanted to grab it and burn it, but he resisted the urge.

He directed his glare at Pazhar. "Fine, if you two want to flirt, by all means, don't let me get in the way." And with that said, he turned and stormed out of the living-room.

~~~~~

Lisa: I think Taejin's lucky you're just calling him pretty demanding :) He's learned not to keep himself open to the world, and the shell he's hiding behind is hardly easy to get along with. Then again, Silvano is notoriously difficult to deter; challenges appeal to him, but still, even Silvano has his limits...