Paradise Lost
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Adult ++
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City of Angels (Mello's story)
A/N: Karaage-Writing for Rod was a weird experience…
A/N: Demon’s Sinner- It hurt to write a lot of what happens in paradise. I torture so many people.
Ch. 4 City of Angels (Mello’s story)
It was four days since Mello met Rod Ross. He was given everything he wanted or needed. His clothing was changed to skintight leather pants that looked painted on, a mid-drift vest that showed off every inch of tan skin, and a collar to show his status as a Mafia Pet. He had to admit that wasn't fun but he had to start out small and work his way up. The two were boarding the late night flight to LA on the Mafia's private jet. Mello seated at Rod's feet as a few other men boarded. They gave the blond looks ranging from lust to disbelief.
Rod grinned and watched the men board, saying a few words in Russian as they sat down. He leaned down and ran his fingers through Mello's hair. "Is there anything you need?" He whispered in the blonde's ear.
He shook his head keeping silent for now. He looked at each man as from where they sat and calculated who was what. Rod had to be at least second in command to the Don with how everyone acted around him.
He licked the shell of Mello's ear and leaned back, staring at the men in front of him, who were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
A smirk slid over Mello's lips as he moved slowly and pressed himself against Rod's leg running his finger over the older man's thigh. He locked eyes with a heavy and just stared at him as he purred low in his throat.
Rod smirked and just watched Mello. He placed his hand on his head and ran his fingertips slowly through the blonde locks, chuckling. Most of the men thought that the blond was a girl. One even asked Rod where he found the girl.
He chuckled. "I found him on my business trip." He said with a wicked grin.
"Him?"
"Yes, him." He said with a wicked grin.
"But... Why a boy?"
"He saved my life, and he's an amazing fuck.." He laughed.
The men bit their lips and just sat there silently.
"Anyone got something to say?" He asked, eyeing them.
They shook their heads.
"Good." He said as he looked down at Mello and continued to stroke the blonde's hair as the plane took off. So this was his new life? Not the best but at least he wouldn't die in a ditch.
They arrive in LA a couple of hours later and Rod helped Mello off the plane and into a limo. The blond sat beside him and laid his head in his lap. "Where are we going?" he asked in French.
"My apartment. The boss is out of town till Monday." He answered back in French as he ran his hand through his hair. He just couldn’t keep his hands off the blonde. He nodded and smirked. Once they were alone he would talk to him about his ideas.
About 30 minutes later, the limo pulled up to an apartment complex and Rod got out helping Mello out. He grabbed his bags from the trunk and signaled to the driver, who waved a hand out the window and drove off. "Come on." He said walking up to the building and unlocking the door to the lobby. It was one of those apartments where you had to be buzzed in. He held the door for Mello. He walked in and pulled his jacket close to himself. He walked with Rod up to his apartment watching everyone and everything. "Where is your boss?"
He walked the two fights of stairs to his apartment. "Either on business or visiting his Comare." He said shrugging as he got to his door and unlocked it, opening the door slowly and looking around before going in and holding the door for Mello.
"Comare?"
"His girlfriend." He explained as he closed the door and locked the chain and padlocks before walking into the living room and kicking off his shoes and shrugging out of his suit jacket. Mello followed and looked around the place. He pulled his jacket off and just looked at him. "I see. Just means I'll have to send flowers to her after he's dead."
"Don't bother. She's just a gold digger." He chuckled as he undid his cuff links. "Make yourself at home. It's your place now too."
He walked over to the couch and lounged on it. "So how do I get into the business?"
"You have to be made. I'll vouch for you but you going to have to go through the test. You have to beat down the baddest guy in the family." He explained as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Then you have to work your way up the ranks."
"So who is the baddest guy there?"
"That's for the boss to decide." He said as he took his beretta out of his waistband and placed it on the table. He then walked over to the couch and sat down pulling the blonde into his lap. Mello straddled his waist and began running his hands over his chest. "So this is LA huh? It's a lot different than England."
"That's what I said. If you want, later I can take you sightseeing." He said with a smirk as he slowly unzipped Mello's vest.
"Oh? And here I thought I was only going to see the bedroom ceiling this whole time," he teased.
"That can be arranged if you prefer that more." He chuckled and pushed the vest from his shoulders. He shrugged his shoulders and the vest dropped to the floor. Mello leaned forward and kissed his neck.
A/N: Demon’s Sinner- It hurt to write a lot of what happens in paradise. I torture so many people.
Ch. 4 City of Angels (Mello’s story)
It was four days since Mello met Rod Ross. He was given everything he wanted or needed. His clothing was changed to skintight leather pants that looked painted on, a mid-drift vest that showed off every inch of tan skin, and a collar to show his status as a Mafia Pet. He had to admit that wasn't fun but he had to start out small and work his way up. The two were boarding the late night flight to LA on the Mafia's private jet. Mello seated at Rod's feet as a few other men boarded. They gave the blond looks ranging from lust to disbelief.
Rod grinned and watched the men board, saying a few words in Russian as they sat down. He leaned down and ran his fingers through Mello's hair. "Is there anything you need?" He whispered in the blonde's ear.
He shook his head keeping silent for now. He looked at each man as from where they sat and calculated who was what. Rod had to be at least second in command to the Don with how everyone acted around him.
He licked the shell of Mello's ear and leaned back, staring at the men in front of him, who were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
A smirk slid over Mello's lips as he moved slowly and pressed himself against Rod's leg running his finger over the older man's thigh. He locked eyes with a heavy and just stared at him as he purred low in his throat.
Rod smirked and just watched Mello. He placed his hand on his head and ran his fingertips slowly through the blonde locks, chuckling. Most of the men thought that the blond was a girl. One even asked Rod where he found the girl.
He chuckled. "I found him on my business trip." He said with a wicked grin.
"Him?"
"Yes, him." He said with a wicked grin.
"But... Why a boy?"
"He saved my life, and he's an amazing fuck.." He laughed.
The men bit their lips and just sat there silently.
"Anyone got something to say?" He asked, eyeing them.
They shook their heads.
"Good." He said as he looked down at Mello and continued to stroke the blonde's hair as the plane took off. So this was his new life? Not the best but at least he wouldn't die in a ditch.
They arrive in LA a couple of hours later and Rod helped Mello off the plane and into a limo. The blond sat beside him and laid his head in his lap. "Where are we going?" he asked in French.
"My apartment. The boss is out of town till Monday." He answered back in French as he ran his hand through his hair. He just couldn’t keep his hands off the blonde. He nodded and smirked. Once they were alone he would talk to him about his ideas.
About 30 minutes later, the limo pulled up to an apartment complex and Rod got out helping Mello out. He grabbed his bags from the trunk and signaled to the driver, who waved a hand out the window and drove off. "Come on." He said walking up to the building and unlocking the door to the lobby. It was one of those apartments where you had to be buzzed in. He held the door for Mello. He walked in and pulled his jacket close to himself. He walked with Rod up to his apartment watching everyone and everything. "Where is your boss?"
He walked the two fights of stairs to his apartment. "Either on business or visiting his Comare." He said shrugging as he got to his door and unlocked it, opening the door slowly and looking around before going in and holding the door for Mello.
"Comare?"
"His girlfriend." He explained as he closed the door and locked the chain and padlocks before walking into the living room and kicking off his shoes and shrugging out of his suit jacket. Mello followed and looked around the place. He pulled his jacket off and just looked at him. "I see. Just means I'll have to send flowers to her after he's dead."
"Don't bother. She's just a gold digger." He chuckled as he undid his cuff links. "Make yourself at home. It's your place now too."
He walked over to the couch and lounged on it. "So how do I get into the business?"
"You have to be made. I'll vouch for you but you going to have to go through the test. You have to beat down the baddest guy in the family." He explained as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Then you have to work your way up the ranks."
"So who is the baddest guy there?"
"That's for the boss to decide." He said as he took his beretta out of his waistband and placed it on the table. He then walked over to the couch and sat down pulling the blonde into his lap. Mello straddled his waist and began running his hands over his chest. "So this is LA huh? It's a lot different than England."
"That's what I said. If you want, later I can take you sightseeing." He said with a smirk as he slowly unzipped Mello's vest.
"Oh? And here I thought I was only going to see the bedroom ceiling this whole time," he teased.
"That can be arranged if you prefer that more." He chuckled and pushed the vest from his shoulders. He shrugged his shoulders and the vest dropped to the floor. Mello leaned forward and kissed his neck.