My Mafia Host Family

The guest was weird. Who the hell was that 'Pazhar' supposed to be? Vestige was confused as hell because when he had heard they were going to get an exchange student on a basketball scholarship, he had been expecting a bigass ignorant jock. It really threw him for a loop when this down-to-earth seemingly hot guy showed up and didn't even flinch when Silvano hit on him. It was totally unexpected. Vestige was almost glad he had to share a room with the guy because this way, he'd get a chance to decode him.

After dinner, and after dad had lectured him about respecting guests, he had taken Pazhar to his room. It had been easy to fit another bed into his room, and all he had to do was clear his action figure collection off his desk for the guest and put it up on the bookshelf instead. Once he pointed out all the places that were free for Pazhar to put his stuff, and which bed he could take, Vestige dropped into a beanbag chair, and watched as the man began to unpack and look around.

The Fendarian went ahead and put most of his things on the bed, then sorted them into a few of the places Vestige showed him. He pulled a tube out of a black vinyl kit, then went over to the full-length mirror by the dresser. "So... do you play basket?" Pazhar asked with a smile as he proceeded to put some of the contents into his hair.

"Yeah." Vestige started playing with a buckle on his platform boot. He knew he should have expected that question. Especially since watching the guy like that was probably making Pazhar uncomfortable and awkward. "I play basketball and hockey on the weekends. Nothing official. It's just a group of friends kinda thing. You know, warm up with sports and then hit the clubs and spend the rest of the night stomping the floor."

Shrugging, the black-haired youngster finished fixing his hair, then walked over to sit on the bed. "Got somewhere nearby we can play? I've been sitting still all day."

Vestige gawked for a moment. 'We'? Was this some weird attempt to be friendly or did that weirdo really want to play a game with him? Well, might as well have a little fun. He got up to his feet again and looked down at himself. playing in vinyl wasn't exactly the best of ideas, but he wasn't in the mood to change. "We've got a hoop in the backyard. Come on."

Removing his current footwear, Pazhar pulled out a pair of vibrant blue basket shoes and started putting them on. "Hope you won't mind me training there. Need to keep improving, you know." He smirked as he pushed to his feet, ready to follow the shorter youngster.

"I don't care. That's what it's there for." Vestige grinned to himself and shook his head as he headed out of the room. He'd take off his platforms and play barefoot once they got out there, but there was no way he'd walk through the estate without them. As he led the way, he asked in an almost bored tone, "So, are you gay or do you always just play along when men hit on you?"

"I'm gay, but currently single." The Fendarian rolled his shoulders, gazing curiously at some things along the way. "Maybe you can show me where the hot bottoms hang around here later?"

"You say that as if I should know." With a light chuckle, Vestige glanced back at the other man. He knew it probably wasn't meant that way. There was no way some stranger could have already guessed that he was gay too? "I'm not into hot bottoms, so I wouldn't know where they flock, but I could tell you where you could find a busload of tweaked out crackwhores."

Pazhar cracked a smirk. "I prefer them clean. You never know what you might be accused of if you do someone's ass while they're high." He paused, then added amusedly, "so that's what you are into, then?"

As funny as the thought was, it was probably best not to joke about it and encourage any misconceptions. "It's what I know, not what I'm into. When you frequent the rave scene, you get to know a whole lot of weird people." He started down the stairs.

"I'm sure you do." the Fendarian followed down the steps. "So what are you into?"

"What are all sci-fi geeks like me into? Princess Leia of course!" Vestige laughed and made his way to the landing and then across the hallway to the glassdoor that led to the sunroom.

With a smile and a few thorough glances over Vestige's outfit, Pazhar shook his head. "You don't look dressed up for waiting for Princess Leia." He concluded.

How observant of him. Vestige stopped and turned to study the other man. "You caught me. I dress like this in the hopes that one day, Darth Vader will come knocking down my door. I've got a bit of a fetish for plastic and metal, and he's loaded with the stuff! The hoop is just outside of this sunroom."

"Darth Vader sex?" The other youngster said contemplatively, "now that sounds kinky!" He grinned at the idea, then looked around. "You got a ball?"

With a thoughtful 'humph', the young Ferrara wandered over to a chest in the corner and pulled out a basketball. He tossed it to Pazhar and then took a seat as he began to unbuckle his boots. "Oh I wouldn't sleep with Darth Vader himself. I'd just make love to his suit."

"Such a suit doesn't cost that much, does it?" Chuckling, the Fendarian dribbled the ball idly, then as his chuckle calmed down, he stated in a deep, slow one. "Buy me one, and I'll teach you the ways of the daaaark side, young apprentice." Pazhar let out a loud, slow inhale, then exhaled through his teeth-baring grin.

If he didn't know any better, he'd think that was blatant flirting. Vestige kicked off his boot, debating with himself whether to respond in kind or not. He had dealt with a lot of guys trying to get into his pants, but they were all usually hammered or high as fuck - and frankly, all those guys would have come onto anything within fondling range. He wasn't quite sure what to think of this guy. "Well sure, if you really want to be in the suit while I fuck it, but I didn't think you were a bottom."

"You're right, I'm not." Pazhar shrugged, then headed over towards the door, seeming a bit disappointed. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to look around. If I'm lucky, there's someone with an interest in basketball."

That was... unusual. Vestige frowned slightly and got his second boot off. When he stood up and went after the other guy, it felt a bit weird without the platforms under him. He felt so damn short! He grumbled to himself as the hoop came into sight, and then leaned against the pole. "Well, do you have any criteria other than 'clean', 'hot', and a 'bottom'? That's a rather broad scope."

The guy pondered that for a few seconds. "Well, I gotta like the guy. That's obvious." He smirked as he took a shot and making it. "It would be nice to have things in common. In addition to a desire to fuck hard and often, that is." He furrowed a brow. "Would your family mind me bringing a boyfriend home here?"

"No. Silvano brings back his lovers all the time. Dad likes to know who everyone's with, but we're sharing a room, so I'd appreciate it if you would wait until I'm not there. I'm usually out all night on Saturdays." Vestige caught the ball as it fell from the hoop and then dribbled it as he moved up into the court.

"Well, that sorts Saturdays." Pazhar smirked, then moved up between Vestige and the hoop. "There's time to figure things out anyway. If there are as many racists here as where I've lived the last few years, it could take ages for me to find someone."

Thinking about it, he was at a great disadvantage in that game, skill-wise and height-wise. For a moment, Vestige stood there doing nothing. He watched the guest's face and wondered what exactly made that guy tick. What went on in the heads of guys like that? When Pazhar's brow quirked, the young Ferrara blinked rapidly for a second, and then cleared his throat. What had they been talking about, again? "You're hot. You'll find lays easy enough. Relationships are another issue."

Pazhar frowned. "I'm done with one-night stands." He sighed, eyed the ball for a second, then grimaced. "We'll see what comes around..."

Vestige gave the tall man in front of him a careful once-over. "Too bad, all my clean and hot friends are relatively straight." He pivoted to the right and then hopped up to shoot the ball.

With a jump, the Fendarian reached up and grabbed the ball. "How safe would looking around be? This place is crawling with armed guards... is there something wrong with the city?" He dribbled the ball out to the side.

That was a reasonable question. All those guards were part of Vestige's normal, everyday life, but he knew well enough that it struck a lot of people as strange. He followed the taller man, though he doubted he'd be able to block a shot. Maybe he should have kept his platforms on after all. "There's nothing wrong with the city. There's something wrong with the world. We have a lot of money here, and there's a lot of people who would do crazy things to get their hands on it. Doesn't happen too often, but my dad doesn't like to take chances. You'll be just fine looking around. Unless you get hit by a bus or something."

"Ah yes, I heard the buses were particularly vicious around here." Pazhar smirked, did a small semi-circle and then sent off another shot. This time, it bounced off the rim of the hoop.

Vestige started going after the ball, but he paused at Pazhar's side. He put a hand on the guy's shoulder and rose on his toes a bit to mutter in his ear. "Silv's got his eye on you. If it's up to him, you won't have to do much looking."

Appearing to consider that for a few moments, Pazhar turned his head and quirked another smirk. "Is he a bottom?" He asked in an amused voice.

"He's a lot of things. Knowing him, he'll be whatever he needs to be to get what he wants." Vestige moved away from Pazhar and went to grab the ball. Being match-maker was not his intention at all. Especially not for one of his idiot brothers! He bounced it around the court and then took the few quick steps and jumped to do a lay-up.

Pazhar crossed his arms and grinned as he watched Vestige manage the move. "Maybe I should go shopping with him. He's got as much money as I'd think he has?" He chuckled, then walked a few steps to pick up the loose ball.

"I'm not the person to be asking about this." Vestige added as if he were simply stating a boring fact, "I can't stand him or anyone else in this family."

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Thanks a lot to everyone for reviewing!

JtheChosen1: Great that you liked it! :)

erica: Indeed wacky, and just you wait... it gets worse ;)

WallFlower: Maybe that should be my new pub pickup line... or yours? I wonder what reaction we'd get!

vicxn: Okay, updated soon... will try to keep updating quickly if interest warrants!