by Ace Fawn
“No. That wasn’t the only reason. He killed my mum, and took my brother away from me when he was really young. I had nothing left to turn to except for my gang.”
Diego looked up at Wolf again, focusing on those eyes that never seemed to leave him.
“I want to know more about you too, Wolf.” Diego admitted. “Since you apparently own me now, I think it’s fair you tell me about yourself.”
“Apparently?” Wolf chuckled. He reached over and smacked Diego’s ass. “It’s now a fact that you’re mine.”
“Yes, I’m yours.” Diego rolled his eyes. He wasn’t one to just give himself over to anybody, but this wasn’t just anybody. He was giving himself over to Wolf, claimed by him. “Tell me how you ended up like this.”
Wolf quietened down. He looked away from Diego to gaze at the ceiling above him. There was no need for reluctance. Diego was his now, and admitted to be. Wolf didn’t see the need to hide anything from him.
“I was always on the outside, like a foreigner,” Wolf started. “I was born in Japan to a mother who was a daughter of a Yakuza boss. My father was a business man from America that knocked my mother up.”
Wolf sighed lightly, turning his attention back on Diego. “They killed my father, but kept me. I was the only son to take on their work.”
“So you can’t get out of it?” Diego asked.
“No,” Wolf answered. “It doesn’t work like that. When you’re blood, you can’t get out of something like that so easily. So I decided to move to America and take it on.”
There was a strong sense of familiarity between them. Something that connected both men together. Maybe it was the pain of their past, or the need to have something more in their lives other than death and crime.
7
He was Wolf’s property now. Diego accepted this fact and spent the next coming days getting used to it.
A week had gone by. They shared the bed. They shared showers together. Wolf gave Diego a new set of clothing and without question he wore it. They were falling into some type of a routine, but neither of them saw fault in it.
In the morning, Wolf dressed in ironed slacks and an expensive button down, excusing himself to complete his paperwork for the day. It was as though they were already lovers, like they had been this way for a long time. And yet, their relationship with each other was still new. Diego didn’t have a reason to complain about it. He actually liked this.
He wanted to claim Wolf back just as badly. He wanted to ensure that no other man or woman could be with Wolf, even the thought of someone else touching what was his made Diego feel jealousy run rampant inside of him.
Diego first came to the realisation that he was jealous when the maid had the nerve to lightly brush Wolf’s shoulder, claiming there was dust on his suit. Yeah right. It left Diego in a sour mood for most of the day and of course Wolf noticed it.
As days went on, it really started to feel like they were a pair now. It was as though they had met another way, that Diego was not the captive, like he had not ordered his gang to kidnap one of the city’s most dangerous mafia boss’ son to be taken and held for ransom.
It all came back to bite Diego in the ass. Well, it was more like he ended up having Wolf in his ass, ramming hard and deep and making the message clear. Don’t fuck with Wolf unless you want him to fuck you back. Literally.
Lesson learnt, but a damn good lesson it was.
✽✽✽
It was afternoon.
Diego was laying on his stomach on the bed, silky sheets caressing his bare abdomen and thighs. He was only in a pair of thin briefs, given to him of course. He was watching something that was playing on the flat screen TV as Wolf was hauled up in his office, claiming to be ‘working.’ On what exactly, Diego had no idea. He couldn’t find it in himself to care, either.
Diego was really starting to get used to this. The lavish, stress free lifestyle. The wealth. The higher power Diego got a taste of every time he saw Wolf’s men dressed in suits patrolling the large property and maids cleaning up after him. Diego loved it all, especially the cock he was literally getting every night and the delicious chef cooked meals that would be greatly missed when he decided to give Levi back to Wolf. He didn’t have to worry about his gang or enemy gangs coming for him. He had a second in command he could trust to take over his gang when he wasn’t around to do it himself. With most of the stress lifted from his shoulders, Diego felt like he was on a vacation, a fantasy land he didn’t want to come out of. Just a little longer. But just a little longer was starting to weigh a little heavier on Wolf’s shoulders. He wanted his son back to safety. He needed to sort that out first before he could put into action the plans he was conjuring up for Diego.
It wasn’t long before Wolf walked into the bedroom, spotting Diego’s round plump ass from the get go. He let himself gaze at the mound of flesh, admiring Diego’s raw beauty without drawing any attention to himself. Diego was too caught up in whatever he was watching, swaying his legs back and forth slowly as he let out a low chuckle from the humour emitting from the screen.
A firm hand planted against one of Diego’s cheeks, causing him to hiss suddenly and look back over his shoulder, eyeing Wolf. He knew who it was before he even turned back to look. Wolf gave another small smack to Diego’s bottom before squeezing, keeping his eyes on Diego.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t yeah me,” Wolf smirked. “What have you been doing all day, laying around in your underwear waiting for daddy to come and rough you up, huh?”
Bitting his lower lip, Diego offered a cheeky smile. “Maybe,” he played along, pushing his ass up tighter against Wolf’s open palm.
Although Diego did not outright try to harm Wolf again, he was still challenging. He would tease Wolf in order to get some type of a reaction out of him, and most of the time it was very exciting.
“I know you were jealous of the maid,” Wolf smirked.
Diego pressed his face into the plush mattress. “No,” he mumbled.
Wolf smacked Diego’s ass, making the younger male pull his head up and look at Wolf again.
“Don’t lie to me.” Wolf said. He knew that Diego was jealous, but he wanted to hear him say it. He wanted to hear those words come out of Diego’s mouth and he had his ways of getting it.
Quickly sitting up, Diego glared up at Wolf. “Why would I be jealous of you, Wolf?” Diego asked. “I’m just your captive. Once your son comes back to you, you’ll be throwing me out.”
Grabbing Diego by the back of the neck, Wolf pinned him down onto his stomach. He pressed a knee into Diego’s lower back to keep him still.
“You can try to fool me all you like, but you’ll be fooling yourself instead.” Wolf said as he trailed his other hand down Diego’s spine, stopping just at the top of his briefs. “I know what’ll calm you down.”
He tried to struggle, but Diego knew that once Wolf had him down, he was going to have his way with him. Wolf pulled the briefs down, revealing the smooth globes of Diego’s ass. Wolf smacked him again, causing Diego to hiss back at him.
“Don’t touch me!”
“I will touch you however I like,” Wolf smacked Diego’s bottom again as emphasis.
Keeping one hand at the back of Diego’s neck to keep him pinned down; Wolf pulled his other hand back and unbuckled his belt. Wolf pulled his slacks open and pulled his cock out. It was a tease when Diego struggled lightly, his ass moving as he tried to pull away from Wolf’s grasp.
He settled behind Diego, grabbing the small bottle of lube that was left on the bedside table and popping the lid open. Knowing what was going to happen next, Diego let himself relax. He may have fought back, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want Wolf to be deep inside of him. Diego loved it even if he didn’t admit to it.
Smearing a generous amount of lube between Diego’s cheeks and on his own cock, Wolf wedged his way inside, pushing in completely. He let out a low moan. Being inside of Diego was addicting and Wolf loved every moment of
it.
Without delay, Wolf pulled back slowly and pushed in completely again. He started a smooth rhythm, angling his thrusts so that Diego could feel the most out of it. It was working. Diego was moaning into the bed, gripping the sheets with both hands in a tight grasp.
“Fuck me, Wolf,” Diego grit out before he started to push back against the thrusts.
Gripping onto Diego’s hips with both hands, Wolf started to go harder with his pace. Both men were panting, Wolf’s thrusts meeting Diego’s backside as he pushed back onto the throbbing cock.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” Wolf panted. “You really were jealous, weren’t you?”
“No!” Diego yelled out, earning a hard slap to the ass from Wolf.
“Yes!” Diego corrected himself. “Yes, I was jealous! I don’t like it when other people touch you.”
Wolf smirked at the confession. “Good boy,” he purred between thrusts. It wasn’t long before Wolf felt his impending release. The familiar sensations flooded him, and before long Wolf was spurting his thick seed inside of Diego again. He claimed the young man so many times, and yet the more they were together, the stronger he felt a connection grow.
Diego followed soon after, coming over his stomach and the bed with a final guttural moan of satisfaction.
✽✽✽
By night, there was this sense of peace between them.
The dining table was full of well prepared meals. Delicious and made by the finest chefs, Diego didn’t have to be asked to eat when he saw the array of food placed on the table before him. Wolf watched Diego with a certain look in his eyes, something like adoration that Diego wasn’t quite used to, but found himself liking it regardless.
Everything was falling into place. Diego had given himself to Wolf, and now all that was left was to get Levi back. Wolf didn’t want to let Diego go, but he was a man of his word and would follow through like he had promised.
Diego knew this, but he was reluctant to call his men off and let Levi go. It was like he didn’t want to leave, but he wasn’t about to admit that even if it was true.
They didn’t talk much at the table. Diego was mostly in his own thoughts, and Wolf was equally in his own, watching Diego carefully as he too enjoyed his dinner.
The phone call had to happen soon. Diego knew there was no point in delaying this matter any longer. There was no need for a ransom when Wolf owned him now, and there was no point in holding Wolf’s son hostage either.
Diego was like a wild animal. A wild boy. Captured, tamed and soon to be thrown back out into the wild streets. He would be leaving Wolf and going back to his gang. Wolf would be watching over him, no doubt about that.
Diego had to play dirty to get to where he was. But becoming the city’s most notorious gang leader meant he had to always watch his back. If he wasn’t too careful on the outside, it would cost him his life with a potential gunshot to the head. Or rather, between the eyes. With Wolf, in here it was different. Safety was a promise, even if Wolf didn’t have to tell him directly. Diego just knew it. Anyone with half a brain knew that even when Wolf didn’t seem to be working, he had men behind the scenes, doing his dirty work and being paid generously for it.
Wolf didn’t have to lift a finger to get work done. If he wanted someone dead, it was sorted. He had a plethora of armed guards patrolling the mansion day and night. There was security, hitmen and bodyguards all in the palm of Wolf’s hand, all at his disposal.
All that Wolf possessed greatly benefited Diego. Even though Diego was not the boss, being on Wolf’s good side, simply being his lover was enough to ask for something and have it complete in a matter of hours. So why hadn’t one of Wolf’s men barged into Diego’s gang location and gotten Levi out of there yet? The thought crossed Diego’s mind and he answered it with an entertaining thought. Maybe Wolf didn’t want to let Diego leave so soon. Or perhaps, Diego was damn good at what he did, even when he wasn’t there to deal with his gang members himself.
Diego couldn’t deny the fact that he felt good here. He wasn’t being harmed. He wasn’t under constant threat. He no longer had to look over his shoulder all the time, not when Wolf was giving him everything he desired. And most importantly, he was safe. He felt like he was being treated like a king, spoilt and taken care of when he was behaving himself and giving Wolf what he wanted in return for all his generosity, love and care. But was it really love that Wolf was giving when he had brought Diego into this position because of the stunt he pulled?
For Diego, the outside world meant enemies, cops and the constant threat of death. In here, under the watchful beautiful eyes of Wolf Lone, it was a safe haven. A place where his mind was at peace. A place that Diego did not want to leave.
Instead he would be leaving this safe haven full of pleasure and luxury and would be going back to the grimy dark streets where the hostile world waited for him.
8
By night, Diego was led into Wolf’s office. A mobile phone was given to him. He looked at the device in his hand before carefully looking at Wolf. This was it. It was the time to call his gang members and order them to release Levi.
Wolf’s men had been searching endlessly for the boy, but Diego was good at hiding Levi. Even when Diego wasn’t there to manage his gang, they still operated as they should, even when their leader was missing. It brought the attention to Wolf that when he let Diego go, it may be just as difficult to find him again.
After dialling the number, Diego brought the phone up to his ear. In his office, Wolf stood with his lower back leaning against the desk and his arms crossed over his suited chest. He never took his eyes off the other male as Diego spoke on the phone with one of his gang members. Before long, Diego hung up the phone and handed it back to Wolf.
“It’s done.” He stated. “They’re going to let Levi go.”
With a nod, Wolf took the phone from Diego. They shared a look, a long moment of eye contact that ended with a small smile from Wolf. Diego watched him for a moment longer before reaching for Wolf. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close.
Diego looked into those blue eyes he came to admire so much. With a fist full of Wolf’s shirt, Diego kept him close, he could feel the body heat radiating from Wolf, could smell his intoxicating scent that came to be a calming agent. Diego was hooked and he knew it. He just didn’t want to admit it so easily or openly.
“Does this mean it’s finished between us?” Diego asked.
“Finished?” Wolf chuckled. “Silly boy. It’s only the beginning.”
“But you’re getting your son back. You’re still sticking with your word, right?”
“Of course,” Wolf answered. “I’m going to let you go once Levi returns to me.”
“You’re serious?” Diego asked. He almost couldn’t believe that Wolf was really letting him go. Even though Wolf was promising to let him go, Diego knew better. He knew that Wolf still owned him.
“I’m a man of my word,” Wolf said before cupping Diego’s cheek. “But even so, you know who you belong to.”
Without thinking, Diego nodded. He was Wolf’s and there was no going back from that. He could try and run when he was on the outside, but this gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that he couldn’t escape even if he was told to be free out there.
“If I belong to you, then you belong to me.” Diego said.
“Is that so?” Wolf smirked. He didn’t expect that from Diego, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked it.
✽✽✽
In an hour, Levi was back home safely.
Rex went out to pick him up from where the gang had left him. Upon his arrival, Levi was in a very cranky mood. The boy was unharmed besides from a light bruise to his high cheekbone. His black hair was slightly messed out, and his grey eyes were set in a hardened glare, even at Rex who drove him back to the mansion.
The seventeen year old slammed the car door shut and walked into the house, ignoring his father’s guards as he made his way direc
tly to Wolf’s office. Rex followed the boy from behind, already aware of Levi’s foul mood. He was sure Levi would start up some type of commotion and followed to pull him away if need be.
Once Levi opened the office door and walked inside, he immediately spotted Wolf sitting behind the desk.
“Where is that asshole?” Levi growled.
“Who are you talking about, Levi?” Wolf asked.
“I overheard that gang that took me hostage talk about you apparently taking their leader. So where is he?” Levi asked.
“Oh, you mean Diego,” Wolf said before standing and rounding the desk. He stood directly in front of Levi, towering over the boy. “How did they treat you there?” Wolf asked.
“Fine,” Levi grumbled. “And stop treating it as if it was a vacation or some shit.”
“Language, Levi.”
The door to the office opened again and Diego walked in this time, his attention immediately on Levi.
“Someone looking for me?” Diego smirked. He had seen the boy before in a photograph, but couldn’t get himself well acquainted with him in person until now.
With a glare set in his features, Levi focused his attention on Diego. The two stood for a moment, simply watching each other. By the look on Levi’s face, Diego knew he was mad. He couldn’t blame the boy. He knew just what Levi had been through because it was his doing.
“You…” Levi advanced on Diego, who continued to stand his ground. There was a considerate amount of a height difference between Levi and Diego, Wolf’s son being smaller due to his age. As Diego looked over Levi’s appearance, he realised just how much Levi resembled his father. The boy was attractive, and would clearly grow to be a very handsome man much like Wolf.
Even when Levi grabbed Diego by the shirt collar, he couldn’t dislike the boy. It didn’t take Diego long to realise that Levi reminded him of his younger self. The boy seemed to be fearless in his actions, and confident in his ability.