This is a non-consensual gay erotic story, all characters are 18 or over.
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Colt was used to the stares, used to the hushed whispers that vibrated around him every time he set foot inside the club-- the son of a dead rival mob boss daring to step foot in Guerra's territory... yes, he was used to watching heads turn, but that didn't mean his heart didn't pound in his chest and his hands didn't shake every time someone pointed their glare his way.
He kept his head down, grimacing as he walked, a slight limp in each step. When he made it to the west wing where the soldiers were stationed he didn't look up, too afraid to see what past friend or foe would great him.
It seemed today it was the latter.
There was a whistle, then a chorus of bellows that made Colt's stomach clench as a wave of raucous jokes and catcalls followed suit.
"Boss! Your puta is here!"
Someone shouted, making Colt shrink in on himself a little more. It was a strange little habit he had developed recently, a reprehensible routine that had him making himself look smaller at any given opportunity, ever since--
"Colt, sweetheart, what are you doing here?"
That voice, that honeyed tone that had Colt's throat tightening and his palms sweating... his beloved boyfriend, the devil who walked the city streets in blood.
The man who ran the biggest crime syndicate in New York City.
The former best friend and once-upon-a-time business partner of his late father before he had been betrayed.
The man who had taken everything from him and yet still demanded more.
Gabriel Guerra.
Colt looked up in answer, his cheeks flushing an uncomfortable pink as he forced on a strained smile.
"I... I missed you, I wanted to see you." You told me to come.
He replied, trying not to choke on the false words. Gabriel's face split into a smile as he glanced at the other surrounding men smugly, before then stepping forward, his arms winding around Colt's narrow waist and pulling him close.
Colt swallowed a gasp, trying not to flinch at the contact. Gabriel wouldn't like that.
"I missed you too, mi vida."
Gabriel grinned, a knowing smile that had Colt smothering a reflective cringe. That damn pet-name-- it made him want to shrivel up and disappear every time he heard it. That was probably why Gabriel enjoyed saying it so much.
Colt curled into himself a little more as he heard a telling jeer from the crowd and Gabriel pulled him closer in answer, the sudden brush of his hardening cock making Colt suck in a quiet gasp.
Gabriel finally pulled back, yanking Colt to his side and tucking him under his arm instead, his larger frame making Colt feel like a child in his hold.
When Colt was a boy, his father and Gabriel had been friends, as close as brothers. Colt used to call him uncle, or, as Gabriel had told him to say-- tío. After his father had betrayed Gabriel, too much blood had been shed between both sides, too much love had been lost. Instead of Gabriel's organisation crumbling as his father had expected, it got stronger. Too strong. His father had made a mistake, had cost himself an ally and created instead his own greatest enemy.
He had died for his greed, and Colt was left vulnerable.
"Alright, guys, settle down. I'm just going to take Colt here for some lunch. I'll be back in an hour so don't burn the place down without me."
Someone whistled whilst a few others chuckled, but they didn't give them any more trouble than that. Gabriel's men were mostly used to seeing them both together, and the shock of seeing the city's most fearsome Mob Boss, Gabriel Guerra dating the orphan son of his dead rival had slowly worn off over time. Colt was sure Gabriel could get away with almost anything if he really wanted to...
They all accepted it, even as they laughed, even as they snickered to themselves... they accepted it now. Well, almost all of them--
"Hola, puta!"
The man's voice registered before Colt saw him, and by then it was too late. Adelmo's scowling face came into view seconds before his shoulder connected with Colt and toppled him over, his smaller frame easily knocked down by the shove and landing him hard on his ass.
He cried out as he hit the floor, eyes watering instantly as a shock of pain vibrated up his spine. Colt held back a whimper and screwed his eyes shut, trying to block out the heated exchange going on above him.
"--you don't touch him, Adelmo, comprendes? Do it again and I'll have your head."
Colt sucked in another groan as he tried to focus on what they were saying, only catching half of it.
"Not my fault the puta's made of glass, I hardly touched him."
Adelmo complained, grumbling under his breath as Gabriel gave him an earful. Colt couldn't listen to it anymore, already knowing what the older man was saying. Adelmo was his father's old consigliere-- his advisor, his right-hand man. He was the one who had given Gabriel the first heads up that his father was going to cross him in the first place, handing him over on a silver platter.
Gabriel despised him, despised any form of disloyalty-- even if it was to his benefit... but it wasn't really a good move to take out the man who had aided in his victory. At least not yet.
After a few more heated words, Gabriel finally helped Colt up, pulling him protectively to his side again as he walked him out. Colt let him guide him along, trying not to focus on the hand slowly travelling south.
When Colt finally looked up, he realised with a start that they were entering the bathroom.
"G-Gabriel--"
The rest of his complaint was drowned out by his own gasp as Gabriel's hand came down hard against his ass, causing Colt to stumble forward over the bathroom sink.
"What do you call me when we're alone, Colt?"
Colt's face went pale and he shuddered at the tone in Gabriel's voice.
"I'm sorry, please, I-- tío."
