New Henchman

A/N I hope you like this one (I put a lot of effort into it)

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Mello stood in front of his new henchmen, each wannabe goon worse than the last.

"Pathetic," the blonde thought to himself as he examined each one.

Stealing a quick glance toward the end of the line, Mello noticed a young, dark-haired male playing a handheld.

"You! At the end!" he bellowed, storming over to the cocky prick that was trying to get into his syndicate.

The henchman-candidate didn't do so much as look up at the furious blonde and continued to push buttons frantically.

With his anger getting the better of him, Mello swiped the game and thrust it to the floor. The dark-haired male opened his mouth in protest but shut it abruptly as the mob boss crushed his beloved PSP with his boot.

"You owe me money for that," the wannabe henchman stated, crossing his arms and glaring at the blonde.

"I owe you shit," Mello replied cruelly.

There was a few second's silence as they stared angrily at one another.

"You stay," Mello decided huskily before shouting at all the rejected goons to leave.

"That's right," he commanded, "All of you, OUT!!"

He waited for everyone to file out of the room and then turned back to the chosen henchman.

"Sit," the mob boss said in an auhoritive tone, gesturing at the couch.

"Eat shit," the goon responded arrogantly.

Mello's eyes flashed dangerously before grabbing the insubordinate by the jacket collar menacingly and pulling him forward.

"You disrespectful little fuck," the blonde spat, eyes narrowed, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Name's Matt," the dark-haired male answered cockily as he took a seat on the couch, using the coffee table as a foot rest.

"Get your grimy boots OFF of my table," Mello demanded, getting angrier and angrier every second that he was around that pompous asshole.

"Or what?" Matt challenged, staring up at the mob boss.

"Or you're never leaving this room," the blonde threatened.

"I could get used to it here," the dark-haired male responded, a smirk creeping at the corner of his mouth.

"Think you're funny?" Mello asked, standing over the henchman.

"Yes, actually," Matt answered almost playfully.

"Stand up, you arrogant prick," the mob boss said, "And show me why I should let you into my syndicate."

Matt got to his feet and stood before Mello, their eyes fixated on each other.

"What do you want me to do?" the dark-haired male asked blandly.

"Show me what you got," the blonde replied, raising an eyebrow as if to say "what little you have."

The goon swung his fist at Mello's face but the blonde caught it swiftly in his hand.

"Too predictable," the mob boss explained, sounding bored.

Matt aimed a kick for the blonde's leg; he spun around for maximum impact but Mello easily grabbed the henchman's knee as he came around.

"Is that your best?" the mob boss asked, clearly disappointed in the redhead's performance.

"I see," Matt said, "You didn't expect much from me."

"Quite the opposite," Mello corrected.

In a split second, Matt had the blonde on the floor.

"The hell is wrong with you?" the mob boss exclaimed, pushing the dark-haired male off of himself and standing up gracefully.

"You wanted to see my potential," the goon defended, brushing the dirt off his clothes as he got up, standing next to his new boss.

"That wasn't good enough," Mello stated, desire interlaced within his words.

"What's 'good' by your standards?" Matt wondered, honestly curious.

"A blow job...or perhaps a good fingering," the blonde answered after some thought.

"Alright," the dark-haired male responded immediately, reaching for his boss' belt.

"The hell?" Mello said, "Stop! There are about fifty people outside that door and none of them know how despicably gay I am!"

"Oh really?" the redhead asked, raising an eyebrow, "I never would've thought the leader of this syndicate could be such a faggot."

The mob boss snarled a swear before grabbing Matt by the shirt collar and bringing their faces dangerously close.

The goon gave a light chuckle and said,

"I bet you fuck good when you're angry."

"Why?" Mello spat, "You wanna find out?"

Matt's eyes were half-lidded as he replied,

"Maybe."

The blonde glared at the shorter male as Matt crept his hand along his boss' stomach before slipping it between leather and flesh.

The redhead leaned in to kiss the mob boss but Mello pushed him away with his palm, saying,

"I'm still in charge here, so don't think that you can do whatever the hell you want."

Smirking, Matt slid his hand to the back of the blonde's pants, grasping his tight ass firmly.

"Don't you fucking dare," Mello demanded, his breath hot on the henchman's face.

"Why?" the redhead teased, "Because you like being the one giving it...right?"

"You're damn right," the mob boss snarled, "Now, on your knees and start sucking."

Without a word, Matt dropped to his knees and Mello began to unlace his pants. Once the ties were undone, the redhead quickly tugged down his boss' pants, revealing Mello's half-flaccid manhood.

Thrusting his hips forward slightly, the blonde waited for Matt to open his mouth.

"You seem a bit eager," the henchman pointed out, his eyes shifting to Mello's face.

The blonde's cheeks reddened in embarrassment before he replied,

"It's been awhile, alright..."

"You want me to give you a quick orgasm...or do you want me to-" Matt started before he was interrupted by the mob boss exclaiming,

"I don't care! Just suck me off already!"

The redhead opened his mouth just in time as Mello's cock forced itself inward. The blonde gasped as Matt's tongue swirled around his manhood, leaving a fiery tingling sensation. Mello gripped handfuls of red hair, keeping the henchman's head in place as he thrust himself in further, nearly choking his subordinate.

Matt moved his hands up to his boss' thighs, but the blonde swatted them away.

"Quit fucking touching me," he growled, his voice shallow.

The redhead returned his hands to his own legs, his fingers close to his growing arousal.

Staring down at Matt, the mob boss couldn't help but notice the rather large bulge forming between the redhead's legs.

"Aren't you going to touch yourself?" Mello asked unexpectedly, lust seeping from his voice.

The henchman withdrew his mouth from around his boss' cock before responding,

"Would you like that?"

The blonde merely nodded and Matt leaned back on the floor, one hand behind him for balance. His right hand unbuttoned his pants before pulling his erection from his boxers.

Mello stared as the redhead wrapped his fingers around his manhood expertly, lightly stroking.

The shorter boy watched as his boss' eyes fluttered shut, his hand also finding its way to his own exposed arousal.

"Do you like watching me touch myself?" Matt taunted, "Does it make you hard?"

Too aroused to make a threat, Mello merely growled, his hair falling in front of his face.

Both equally turned on by what they were witnessing, the two began pumping at their own erections.

With his free hand, the blonde reached around to clutch his ass, his middle finger sliding easily inside him. Mello's back arched as he prodded himself internally, still highly aroused by his subordinate pleasuring himself on the floor.

The blonde took a moment to get an eyeful of Matt's actions, every pull of his hand, every lick of his lips. This sight alone was enough to make him come on the spot, but somehow Mello showed a miraculous amount of self control and removed his finger, hardly slowing his ascent to climax.

Noticing that the blonde's movements had slowed drasticaly, Matt sped up, the familiar sensation of orgasm sweeping through him.

Before he knew it, the redhead was coming in fast hot streams, causing Mello to no longer delay his inevitable orgasm.

Covering his pants with seed, the henchman squeezed tightly until the last bit of semen shot from his tip.

Witnessing the redhead's orgasm pushed Mello over the edge. He threw his head back in ecstasy as he coated the cement floor in his essence, his hand slowing to a gradual stop.

The blonde opened his eyes, his sight falling on Matt, who was well aware of his boss' gaze upon him and tucking himself into the confines of his boxers at an agonizingly slow pace.

Once he was covered up, the redhead set his sights upon the pile of Mello's sticky mess that was puddled on the floor.

Still on his hands and knees, the gamer crawled toward the now-sitting blonde, who was a foot or two from his seed and returning his manhood to his pants.

Mello licked his lips, preparing himself for a kiss from Matt. He was surprised to find that the redhead had bypassed him on his way to the mess.

The mob boss watched silently as the gamer happily lapped up his semen, his tongue darting in and out sensually like a cat's.

With the majority of the floor clean, Matt looked over at his boss, his eyes darkening with lust. The blonde returned the gaze, noticing the small remainder of his essence at the corner of the gamer's mouth.

Matt sat over Mello, his arms on either side and suddenly became aware of the remnant of cum on his lip. He reached a gloved hand up to remove it, but the blonde grabbed it suddenly, leaning in to gently lick his semen from Matt.

Slightly shocked, but certainly not fazed, the gamer began to nip and bite his way down Mello's neck, unzipping the vest to gain better access at his collarbone.

The blonde hissed quietly as Matt's lips grazed his skin softly.

"Fuck, don't tease...." he managed to half-whimper as the redhead left a mark on the nape of his neck.

Matt engulfed the blonde in a kiss, his tongue intruding into Mello's hot mouth. Surprisingly, the mob boss didn't react the way he did the first time Matt tried to kiss him and, in fact, he kissed back with heated passion as he tasted his flavour that lingered on the redhead.

Wanting more than ever to taste himself, Mello flipped the two of them, his position on top giving him more power than he needed, but Matt didn't seem to care very much about this shift of dominance and complied as the blonde's fingertips pulled at the goggles covering the gamer's eyes.

Suddenly, a loud knock interrupted their intimacy, shattering their moment.

Mello stood up, swearing under his breath, and went to the door, throwing it open angrily.

"What the hell do you want?" he demanded cruelly as a man roughly twice his size entered the room.

The malice in his voice was only matched by the hatred burning in his eyes at being interrupted.

"S-someone is here t-t-to see you, boss," the bigger man stuttered, feeling small despite his obvious size over Mello.

"Fine," the blonde agreed spitefully, "I'll be out in a minute."

Without being ordered to, the big goon left the room quickly, the metal door clanging noisily shut behind him.

Matt got to his feet, pulling his pack of cigarettes and lighter from his jacket pocket and lazily placing a stick between his lips before lighting it.

"I should probably leave then," the gamer said unemotionally, taking a step toward the door.

"You're not going anywhere," Mello guaranteed, the redhead stopping at his words.

"Oh really?" Matt asked, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke in his boss' face.

The blonde snatched the cigarette from the gamer's grasp, flicking it to the ground, saying,

"These things kill, ya know."

Mello pulled his subordinate into another fiery kiss, his hands running along Matt's torso.

Too engrossed in their kiss, the redhead didn't notice the metal ring enclose around his scrawny wrist with a quiet clink.

The blonde lead them toward the small dining table set in the corner, his hand wrapped around the second ring of the handcuffs.

As the edge of the hard table rammed into his spine, Matt gasped into his boss' mouth, sending a shiver down Mello's spine. The mob boss wanted nothing more than to bend the redhead over the table and fuck him long and hard, but he resisted the urge, instead lowering the unsuspecting gamer onto a cold metal chair, straddling him in the process.

With his free hand, Mello took the redhead's other arm and guided it around to the back of the chair, joining it with its brother.

Matt tensed as he felt the second ring snap around his wrist, effectively trapping him.

"I told you," the blonde repeated, "You aren't going anywhere..."

He grinned devilishly and retrieved the lengths of rope hidden under the table, bringing them to his face for an inspection.

The redhead fidgeted uncomfortably in his position, the chair cutting into his arms.

Wordlessly, Mello kneeled down, tying the rope around Matt's leg, securing him to the chair before trapping his other leg.

"While you're down there, why don't-" the gamer said, getting cut off by the blonde's angry reply,

"Like hell I will."

He tugged firmly at the knot, testing its strength and then tugged at the other one. Satisfied, Mello stood up, leaning down slightly to kiss Matt's lips.

"Where do you think you're going?" the redhead questioned, struggling against the handcuffs.

"I have business to deal with," the blonde answered smugly, striding toward the door in his typical Mello-fashion.

"Don't go anywhere while I'm gone," the mob boss said needlessly, smirking evilly.

He cast his gaze on his new henchman once more before exiting the room, hearing the redhead swearing randomly in the background, his grin bigger than ever.


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That fic took me forever to type up! I originally started typing at 3 PM yesterday...it is now 8 AM. Something happened to our power when I was 3/4 of the way through and I've been way too distracted until these last 2 hours of typing. *dies from exhaustion and lack of caffeine*
Anyway, probably my longest fic currently, so please review because I'm not sure if I want to continue this or not. Constructive critisicm is welcome. :D