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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Narcos_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Pacho_Herrera/Manuel, Elias/Pacho_Herrera, Pacho/Manuel/Elias
  Character:
      Pacho_Herrera, Manuel, Elias, Alvaro, Navegante, Gilberto_Rodriguez,
      Miguel_Rodriguez, Chepe_Santacruz
  Additional Tags:
      Sex, Love, Violence, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-06 Updated: 2018-03-12 Chapters: 12/? Words: 16944
****** Taking Care Of You ******
by saorilullaby
Summary
     After Elias saving Pacho's life in Mexico, the Godfather decided to
     invite him to go to Cali. Promising taking care of the boy, now the
     Gentleman needs to face a new war against Manuel's jealous.
Notes
     Fanfiction Based on Narcos Tv Series.
     All the rights to Netflix.
***** Young boy *****
On the balcony, observing Alvaro playing as a happy child, Pacho smiled.
They faced some many things all these years, and now he needed to give up his
empire.
Just a few nights to enjoy Mexico, and he would go home to give up about
everything he had built.
Life wasn’t fair, after all.
He needed a cigarette.
Far away, downstairs, a voice shouting called his attention.
“Pachoooooooooooo”.
Elias?
He recognized it, got his gun and the magazine, carefully walking down the
stairs.
Alvaro, gun in one hand as well, followed his brother right behind.
Pacho observed Elias running in the direction towards him. Norte del Valle men
running right back. The young lover was holding one of his shot shoulders,
running as fast as he could.
The Godfather shot, killing one of the guys who fell down on the ground.
Elias hid himself behind Pacho’s back, protected by him, until they arrived to
a safe place inside the Mexican Villa. The waiter got dizzy, falling on the
floor, to watch Alvaro and
Pacho defending themselves behind the door, while he rested the head on the
wall.
The Godfather heard a noise, armed his weapon, walking behind another place,
easily killing the Salazar’s.
Elias closed the eyes, pressing his shoulder, the pain was too much.
The Godfather approached his brother, who was breathing, resting his back on
the door.
Pacho was holding some car keys.
“Go to the car.” Handed them to his baby brother. “Elias needs to go to the
hospital.” Breathing heavily.
Alvaro, still recovering himself, nodded and left.
Pacho knelt in front of the young lover, who opened the eyes.
“I’m gonna take care of you.” The leader touched the waiter’s face.
Elias calmly nodded.
It was painful.
Pacho stood up, carrying the younger lover in his arms.
 
In the hospital, the Godfather sat around Elias’s bed, waiting for him to wake
up. A little concerned, and thankful, Pacho was there.
Still dizzy, Elias opened the eyes.
“Pacho... Are you ok?” The waiter asked.
Worried, the leader got closer, holding the younger hand.
“I’m fine.” Sighed. “You saved me.”
Elias smiled back, Pacho got even closer, caressing the younger lover’s hair.
“You could have run...” The leader stared, confused. “Why you just didn’t allow
them to get me?”
The waiter calmly said.
“I wanted to save you...”
Admired, Pacho shook the head by the response.
“Why? We barely know each other...”
Still smiling and sleppy, Elias responded.
“I like you... You are such a nice guy...”
Pacho chuckled.
“Me... A nice guy?” As Elias was saying something absurd.
The boy nodded, sincere.
The Gentleman smiled, still not understanding. Shook his head, and approached
Elias to kiss him.
An elderly doctor arrived, getting embarrassed by the scene of two men sharing
a kiss.
Pacho didn’t stand up.
Serious, he looked to the doctor.
Scared and embarrassed, the hospital’s employee said.
“Elias is going to be discharged tomorrow.” Holding the patient’s file in front
of his chest.
Pacho nodded, serious gaze, still holding Elias’ hand. The doctor left the
room, closing the door right behind.
When the Godfather noticed they were alone once more, he said.
“I want to make you an invitation. “The leader returned the sweetie gaze to the
waiter.
“An invitation?” Elias frowned.
Pacho smiled, caressing his lover hand and face.
“Do you want to go with me to Colombia?”
Elias was surprised by the question.
“I thought your boyfriend was jealous...”
Pacho chuckled.
“We can handle that...” Winked.
The waiter smiled, holding Pacho’s hand and nodding in response.
“Good.” The leader affirmed. “Give me another kiss.”
Elias nodded, waiting for it. The Gentleman got closer, kissing him deeply.
The younger lover smiled when they stopped, caressing Pacho’s face.
Nose caressing nose.
“I love your beard...” The waiter touched it with the fingers. “This mustache
is something sexy..”
Pacho smiled, rubbing his beard on Elias’ face, teasing.
“Stop!” The waiter started to laugh uncontrollably.
Pacho kept doing it, rubbing his boy's neck, provoking.
Elias had an innocent juvenile laugh.
The Godfather stopped, still caressing the waiter’s hair.
“Sleep.”
Elias nodded, closing the eyes afterwards.
 
After the doctor discharged Elias, the Godfather carried his younger lover,
gently, sitting him inside the helicopter. The waiter, still clung to the
Godfather’s neck, rested the head on his chest, holding his waist, caressing
the crocodile necklace.
“I was never in a helicopter before...” Excited.
“Don’t worry, it’s safe.” Pacho said, looking into his eyes.
“I’m not afraid!” Elias stared, serious and brave. “I’m very courageous.”
The Gentleman of Cali smiled.
“I know.” The Godfather held the waiter’s chin, giving him a soft kiss.
Elias smiled by the attitude, feeling overprotective, pressing his head on
Pacho’s chest even more.
The Godfather looked to the pilot.
“Let’s go home.”
And the helicopter took off to the sky.
The Godfather stared, caressing the young man’s arm, who was clung to his
chest, like an innocent child would do it.
Elias had saved his life, and Pacho would do everything to save him.
 
When they arrived home, Manuel was waiting on the porch. He was happy, hasn’t
seen Pacho for weeks.
When the helicopter landed, the door was open by Navegante.
Alvaro got off first, smiling and greeting his brother’s employee.
The older lover stared, smiling, his man would be at home now.
Pacho got off, turned his face to the helicopter, extending his hand to someone
Manuel, serious, asked himself.
“Who...?”
Carefully, getting down from the helicopter, a young hand held Pacho’s.
Manuel observed.
A young boy, skinny and pale, early twenties.
Pacho was really careful with him.
Hugging the boy, taking him to the living room.
Manuel wasn’t understanding the whole care his lover was offering to him.
He watched them both entered the place inside the first floor.
Somehow, the hitman was feeling weird.
Jealous.
 
After they were inside, Pacho showed the mansion to Elias.
They were in the living room.
“This is the place I receive my guests.” Proud.
Elias nodded.
“It’s very elegant. As you.” Smiled.
Pacho nodded to the compliment.
“Let’s go to your room.”
“My room?” Frowned.
“Yeah, I demanded they prepared you one.” Serious.
Elias, surprised, mouth opened, eyes shinning.
“Did you arrange a bedroom for me?”
Pacho nodded in response.
Excited, the waiter got closer, quickly, using one hand to hold Pacho’s face
and kiss him on the lips.
Manuel, upstairs, watched the scene.
Furious and jealous.
Pacho held Elias’ face, kissing him back.
The hitman was mad, walking down the stairs to face them.
When he arrived, they stopped the kiss.
Pacho smiled to his older boyfriend.
“Hey, baby.” Tried to touch his face, but Manuel stepped back.
Pacho sighed.
He knew this is gonna happen.
Trying to continuous, the leader gave up on the kiss and said.
“Manuel, this Elias.” The leader introduced the young boy.
The hitman, angry, said nothing in return. Stood there, as jealous as he was
never.
Elias naively smiled.
“Good evening!” Trying to be nice. “Pacho said so many things about you...”
Serious, Manuel ignored the boy, staring his boyfriend, demanding explanations.
“What the fuck is this?”
Pacho, serious, sighed, holding Elias shoulder.
“He is going to stay here with us.”
Manuel opened the mouth.
This is not possible!
“For how long?” Angrier he got.
“As long as I want. As long as he wants.” Pacho stared, defending the boy who
passionately smiled to him.
“You can’t be serious...” Manuel shook his head, indignant.
Pacho sighed once more.
“I’m serious.”
The older lover, furious, tears on, turned his back, climbing the stairs.
Elias surprised by the attitude, stared to the Godfather.
Pacho sighed, gently inviting.
“Let’s see your room.”
 
Elias was astonished by the size of his new room.
Pacho set up everything. It was a completely elegant bedroom, a huge bed, a big
closet.
The young waiter got inside of it, admired by.
“Is it all mine?”
Pacho nodded.
Elias smiled, using one hand to open the closet.
“There are no clothes yet, but I’m gonna send the boys buying some. When you
feel better, we are going to go downtown, you can to choose the ones you
prefer.”
Elias smiled, tears on his eyes.
Pacho surprised by the scene, took a step forward.
“Why are you crying? Held the lover’s chin.
The younger boy shook his head.
“Nobody ever took care of me as you did...”
Pacho held the lover’s face once more.
“This is just the beginning...” Smiled, drying the boy tears with both hands.
Elias nodded, kissing him on the lips.
When they stopped, Pacho invited.
“Let’s take a shower?”
Smiling, Elias nodded.
 
Inside the shower, Pacho was careful, gently washing Elias skinny body. The
Godfather pressed the waiter back to his chest, hugging behind, washing him
with both hands, while was giving kisses on his back, cheek, ear and neck.
Elias was adoring the mime. When they finished, the older one dried him with a
towel, and took care of his stitches, following exactly the nurse’s
prescription.
Finally, Pacho provided him some pajamas, to finally cover him with a blanket.
Elias was totally dominated, and wasn’t bother at all by the fact.
“Thank you.”
The Godfather smiled, wearing his white robe.
“Good night.”
“Aren’t you going to sleep with me?”
Pacho shook his head.
“I need to go to my bedroom, there is someone very furious, and he’s waiting
for me.”
Elias nodded, teasing.
“Someone very jealous...” Pretending he was concerned.
“Yeah, I need to face him. “Pacho laughed and winked.
Elias laughed too.
The Godfather adored his juvenile laugh.
They kissed once more, and when they stopped, the leader caressed the younger
lover’s cheek.
“Don’t hesitate to call me, ok?”
Elias nodded, smiling, laying on the side.
Closing the eyes.
Pacho smiled by the scene.
How young and beautiful he was.
The Godfather stood up, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him.
It was time to face another problem.
Manuel was waiting.
Jealous as hell.
***** Tears *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Tears in the eyes, Manuel was admiring the landscape through the window of
their penthouse. Wearing his white robe, Pacho opened the door of the bedroom.
“Baby...” The Gentleman got in, closing the door.
Manuel didn’t look, hands on the pocket, furious eyes were still staring the
landscape outside.
Pacho approached, hugging his lover from behind.
“God knows how much I missed you...” Deeply, the Cali leader smelled the
hitman’s neck.
Angry, Manuel got rid of Pacho’s hug, walking away, standing in front of him.
“Why you brought that kid here?”
Pacho sighed.
“He saved my life.” Walked straight to the cellar, opening a bottle of wine.
Filling one glass.
Indignant, Manuel asked.
“Is it just because he saved your life or because you two were fucking there?”
Pacho smiled on the corner of his mouth.
“Both.” Drank from the glass.
Manuel stared, tears falling down on his face. The hitman shook his head,
turned his face to the window once more. Pacho dropped the glass on the table,
getting closer, trying to hold his lover’s face.
“Manuel... Baby.” Made an effort for the hitman look him.
Crying, his older lover held his white robe.
“Are you going to abandon me, Pacho?”
The Godfather shook his head, caressing his cheek.
“No, baby, why you ask some bullshit like that?”
“Send him away then!” In despair, tears washing the face.
Pacho shook his head, caressing Manuel’s face.
“No.”
Angry, the hitman got rid of Pacho’s arms once more. The Godfather sighed,
walking to the bed, sitting on it.
“Baby, don’t be jealous...”
Shaking his head, Manuel walked to the window once more. Pacho, nasty face,
opened his robe. Reveling his hairy chest, and penis.
“Come to bed... I miss you...”
Manuel dried his tears with both hands. Head held high.
“I’m going to sleep in the guest’s room. Good night.”
The hitman left, hitting the door right behind.
Pacho sighed, tied his robe, standing up, approaching his cellar, to drink once
more.
It’s gonna be a long difficult week.
 
In the morning, Pacho went to Elias room to wake him up. The boy was sleeping
like a log when his lover kissed him on the cheek.
“Good morning.” Caressing his hair.
Elias opened the eyes, still avoiding the sun lights invading the room. He
stretched out and held Pacho’s face.
“Good morning. What time is it?”
“Time to have breakfast.”
The young boy nodded, standing up from the bed. Pacho got some clothes and
helped him to wear them. When they finished, Elias kissed him on the lips.
“What are we going to do today?”
Pacho held his hands.
“If your feeling better, we can go downtown. Buying some things to you.”
Elias opened a juvenile happy smiled.
“I’m feeling better, we can go!” Excited.
Pacho laughed.
“Let’s eat.”
 
Holding hands, Pacho and Elias arrived in front of the breakfast table.
They sat around, starting to enjoy the breakfast. Elias had some difficulty to
cut the bread, and spread butter on it. Pacho helped him, even taking a piece
of it to his mouth.
Elias laughed.
“I’m going to get spoiled...”
“That’s what I want.” Pacho smiled, sassy.
Elias swallowed and kissed the Godfather lips.
Manuel arrived, observing the love between them. Elias and Pacho stopped the
kiss, staring the man behind them.
“Join us, baby.” The Gentleman invited.
Still jealous, Manuel walked and sat far away from them on the table. Pacho
sighed, watching his attitude. The Godfather ignored and started to eat once
more. Elias observing Manuel, tried to start some talk.
“Pacho told me you used to play soccer...”
Manuel, drinking coffee, still ignoring the boy, didn’t respond back.
“And that you love physical activities... You know... I enjoy playing soccer
too.” The young boy was trying to be as nice as possible.
Quiet, Manuel didn’t even look them in the eyes.
“We can play soccer one day, can’t we?” Elias asked for both men approval.
Pacho nodded, caressing the younger lover cheek.
“Sure.”
Manuel stared, furious.
He was sick of jealousy.
He couldn’t tolerate Pacho touching other man as he touches him.
The hitman stood up from the chair, standing in front of Elias. The waiter got
scared, and Pacho stood up to defend him.
“Manuel!”
The older lover, tears in the eyes, stared, but didn’t say a word.
“Elias is here because of me. I invited him. He is my guest.” Pacho was
serious.
Angry, Manuel said.
“He’s not just a guest.”
Pacho stared, head held high.
“He is my lover.”
Manuel shook his head.
What the fuck was going on?
“You like him because he is younger...”
Pacho shook his head, trying to touch the hitman’s face.
“Baby, stop saying bullshit...”
Elias, embarrassed for the whole situation between the two men behind him,
decided not saying anything. Just listen, drink and eat his bread.
Manuel got rid of Pacho’s hands, turned his back and walked away.
Pacho sighed, holding Elias chair.
The Godfather sat on the table once more, rubbing his face with both hands.
Elias waited for his lover saying something.
“Is it good?” Fake smiled.
Elias nodded, embarrassed smiled.
“Very good.”
 
They spend the rest of the day shopping downtown. Elias was excited, buying all
the things he needed without even ask the price. In the end of the day, Pacho
took him to a restaurant to try sushi. As always, he closed the Japanese
restaurant just for them.
Sat on the table, Pacho was teaching how to eat with chopsticks. Elias couldn’t
eat, just laugh. The boy hasn’t eaten sushi before, it was fun to watch him
drop the pieces.
“This is difficult!” The young boy complained.
Pacho laughed.
“It’s not! Try one more!”
Laughing with his adorable juvenile smile, Elias tried again, clumsy, taking
the piece to his mouth. The boy chewed and swallowed, thinking about the taste.
“It’s good...” Nodded, satisfied.
Pacho smiled, eating too.
“You really enjoy Japanese stuff...” Said with his young mouth full.
Pacho nodded in response. Elias continuous.
“Thank you...When you prefer, I can leave.” Smiled, kind of sad and shy.
Pacho stopped, staring his boy who swallowed a piece of sushi once more.
“But you are gonna have to find a job for me here and a place... I can’t back
to Mexico.” A little sad, head down.
Pacho shook his head, held the younger hand and said.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
Elias smiled.
“Really?”
Pacho nodded in response.
“I don’t want to leave either...” Laughed.
“Good.”
Elias smiled, eating once more.
 
When they arrived home, Elias and Pacho entered the younger boy’s room. While
helping him to undress his clothes, the Cali leader asked.
“What major do you want?”
Serious, Elias didn’t understand.
“You mean...?”
“College. You said before, you would like to study.”
Elias smiled, shy.
Actually, he always dreamed about being in college, but never thought about a
major. He was just envious about those people who could go to college. It was a
rich stuff, studying around nice well-dressed colleagues.
Something cool he could never afford it.
Just a silly dream.
“I don’t know...” Laughed.
Pacho laughed too.
“You want to go to college, but don’t know what major take?”
Elias laughed.
“I have time to think!”
Pacho nodded, smiling, and said.
“Think about it. We can register when you decide.” The Godfather walked away
and closed the bedroom’s curtains.
Elias opened the mouth and smiled. Pacho continuous.
“Maybe tomorrow we can go to Cali University to visit.” Pacho dropped his coat
on the armchair.
Elias dropped his jaw.
“Really?”
Pacho nodded.
“You said you didn’t want to be a waiter anymore, remember?”
Elias got closer, fastly, held Pacho’s face, kissing him on the lips.
“Thank you.”
Pacho caressed his face.
“I’ve told you, this is just the beginning.”
Elias kissed him deeply, bitting his lover lips.
Lewd.
Pacho stopped.
“What do you want?”
Nasty, bitting his own lips to provoke, Elias said.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Pacho laughed, shaking his head.
“Aren’t you hurt?” Still holding his face.
Elias shook his head, kissing Pacho’s lip once more. Gently, the Godfather
carried him to the bed. Undressing his shirt, jeans and underwear. Completely
naked, the young lover was laid down on the bed, just waiting. Pacho undressed
himself, staring him with his sexy gaze.
Elias said.
“Gosh...I love this dark hair all over your body...”
Pacho bit his lover lips, getting closer, kneeling on the mattress in front of
him. The Godfather spat on his own hand, using it to introduce on his boy,
making him moan.
“Fuck...”
Pacho was gentle, trying not touch on his stitches. Elias held Pacho’s face,
pulling it to give wet smear kisses. The Godfather used his nose to smell the
boy’s neck while was moving in and out.
Almost coming, Elias held Pacho’s hair tightly. The leader came inside him,
groaning. The young boy came seconds after.
Exhausted, Pacho rested his head on the young lover’s chest. They were slightly
sweat. Elias caressed his hair.
“Are you going to sleep with me tonight?” Trying to seek for his eyes.
Pacho shook his head.
“No, sorry. You know...”
Elias smiled and nodded.
“I hope Manuel changed his mind about me.”
Pacho stood up, dressing himself.
“Me too.”
The Godfather finished wearing his clothes, kissing the younger lover lips.
Elias got the remote control to turn the TV on.
“I’m still not sleepy.” Laid on the side, smiling.
Pacho nodded and left.
When he arrived at the guest room’s, he found out Manuel packing his things on
some bags.
Furious, Pacho grabbed the clothes from the hitman hands, throwing them on the
bed.
“What the fuck is this?” Indignant.
Serious, Manuel stared, got his clothes from the bed again and said.
“I’m leaving.” Threw the clothes on the bag.
Pacho shook his head.
“What... to where?”
“I don’t know...I just need to leave.” Closed the bag.
Pacho, tears in the eyes. Held his arms.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Manuel got rid from the lover arms, responding with the same question.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Pacho held his face, trying to kiss him.
“Baby... you don’t need to be jealous...”
Manuel, tears falling down on his face, crying in despair.
“Why is he here? Just because he is younger than me?” Manuel wanted to
understand.
“Baby, it’s not like that...”
“Send him away then...please.” Completely desperate.
Pacho, sad, shook his head.
“Elias saved my life. He can’t back to Mexico. I would send him to death.”
Manuel wasn’t understanding.
He didn’t want to understand.
“You like him, I know you... I listened you two banging on his room...”
Pacho was holding himself to not cry in despair.
“Baby, Elias is such a nice guy, you two could get along very well...”
Manuel stopped, dried his tears with both hands, turned his head to get his
bag.
“I’m leaving.”
Pacho held his hand, almost begging.
“Please, Manuel...”
The hitman got rid of his lover’s hand.
“I’ve told you, I’m leaving.”
And the hitman left his lover behind.
Pacho dried his tears with both hands.
He was furious, but at the same time.
Sad.
He watched the hitman driving his car, leaving the mansion at night.
Sighed.
Ok, he would be back.
Don’t worry.
Pacho backed to Elias bedroom, who was still watching TV. The Godfather closed
the door, undressing himself, wearing some pajamas.
Elias, happy, asked.
“Did you change your mind? Are you going to sleep with me today?”
Pacho nodded, trying not to cry.
Elias invited him to lay next, lifting his blanket. Pacho laid behind him,
hugging his lover who gave him a soft kiss.
They spend more hours watching some TV programs. The Gentleman couldn’t stop
thinking about Manuel.
It hurts.
Ok, tomorrow it would be solved.
And it was like this, until they fell asleep, hugged to each other.
Chapter End Notes
     Next Chapter: November 19th.
***** Away from you *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
In the office, sat on the armchair behind the desk, Pacho was smoking his
cigarette. One of his men knocked on the door, opening it seconds after. Still
gazing the landscape through the window, the Godfather asked.
“Have you found him?” Blew the smoke.
Navegante stopped in front of the desk.
“No, boss. Manuel disappeared.”
Pacho sighed.
“Jesus Christ.” Put out the cigarette on the ashtray. “Where this man went?”
Stood up from the armchair and walked to the window. “Did you search all the
places in Cali?”
“Yes, boss. “Hands inside the pocket. “Even in the airport. No sign, at all.”
Pacho shook his head.
“I’m worried...” Breathed deeply and said. “Don’t stop until you find him.”
Pacho gazed the sicário in the eyes.
Navegante nodded, walking to leave the room. When he opened the door, Elias
crossed to get in. The hitman nodded to the young boy who greeted him.
“I was looking for you.” The young lover smiled and closed the door.
Pacho, hands inside the pocket, smiled back, admiring the landscape. Elias
hugged him from behind.
“I was thinking about a major...” Kissed his lover on the cheek.
“Really?” Pacho kissed him back.
“Yeah...” Wrapped Pacho’s waist.
“And?”
“Accounting.” Shy.
Pacho gazed, almost laughing.
“Accounting... interesting, why?” Still hands in the pocket, receiving the
lover’s hug.
“Well...” Elias got Pacho’s hand and pulled him to sit on the armchair. When
the Godfather was on it, the boys sat on his lap, starting to play with the
gold necklace and hairy chest.
“You saved my life, I’m gonna live here...so... I should be worth for
something... not just sex.” Shrugged his shoulders.
Pacho smiled, caressing his face.
“You are not here just for sex. You are much more than that. “
Elias dropped his jaw, and smiled.
“Stop saying things like that to me... I wanna fall in love ...” Shy, head
down.
Pacho smiled.
“Good.”
Elias smiled back.
“Pacho... please... I...”
The Godfather held the younger lover’s chin, kissing deeply on the lips. When
they finished, he said.
“You are important to me, Elias.”
The young boy smiled, happy.
“So... can I take accounting?”
“If you like... but study whatever you want.”
“I want! I like numbers and math stuff!” Excited it. “I was good at school.”
“Good. We can go this afternoon to register you.”
“Thank you. “The young boy kissed him back. Stood up from the lap and asked.
“I haven’t seen Manuel today... ” Naive.
Pacho sighed. Sad eyes.
“Manuel left.”
Elias opened the mouth.
“Oh... why... beca...”
Pacho stood up from the armchair, wrapping his shoulders.
“I’m gonna talk to him.”
Elias, sad, just nodded, receiving Pacho kiss on the forehead.
The young boy was starting to feel guilty.
 
In the afternoon, one of their men took them by car to Cali University. The
driver waited while Elias and Pacho were walking around the place to visit.
Finishing the register, they got inside the car. The young boy, almost happy as
child, sat on the bench, holding and admiring his papers. Pacho wrapped his
shoulders on the back bench.
“Happy?”
Elias smiled, and kissed him on the lips.
“So much!”
“Good, we need to see some more arrangements.”
Elias nodded. Pacho demanded.
“Let’s go home.” Stared the driver who nodded.
When they arrived home, Navegante got in the mansion entrance, shaking his
head. It was impossible to find Manuel again. Elias observed Pacho sad face.
His lover was really upset. The young boy got inside the mansion, and Pacho
went to the living room, smoking.
He was getting desperate.
Where this man went?
Elias observed from upstairs.
All this situation was happening because of him.
He sighed, got down the stairs, getting closer Pacho to say.
“I should leave.”
The leader looked him in the eyes.
“Stop saying bullshit.” Pacing back and forth.
“No, I really should go, Pacho. If I go, Manuel will be back home.” Sad for
using the words.
“Are you gonna leave me as he did?” Almost crying, the Godfather looked him in
the eyes.
Elias stared, it was difficult to see his lover in this situation.
“Sorry.” Got closer, caressing his man cheeks. “I will never do that.”
“Stop saying bullshit then.” Blew the smoke.
“I just don’t want to see you sad... It is my fault...” Touching his chest.
“It’s not your fault...It’s mine.”
Elias smiled, sad.
“I’m going to ask for dinner. You need to eat. I noticed you haven’t eaten the
whole day.”
Elias left.
Smoking, Pacho tears were washing his face.
 
Still on his office, Elias walked back holding a full tray.
Pacho was sat behind his desk.
“You are not a waiter anymore.”
Smiling, rested the tray on the desk.
“Force of habit...” Serving some tea. “Besides, I love serving you... Since the
first day I saw you in Mexico.”
“Really?” Drank from the cup. “Why?”
“You were so gentleman... I mean, I was just a waiter and you were so polite
and nice.”
“Just that?” Pacho asked, teasing.
“First, because of that, second, because you are hot...”
Pacho smiled, sad. Elias was lovely, but he couldn’t stop thinking about his
older lover.
“Manuel is not here one day, and I am freaking out...” Sad, head down.
Elias stared.
“Sorry. I hope he backs. For real.”
And the boy was being honest, he wasn’t jealous.
“Thank you.”
 
Downtown, in a small hotel in Bogota, Manuel was sat on his bedroom. A knocked
at his door was heard. He opened, his friend, the man who brought him to the
Cali Cartel asked.
“Jesus, where have you been?” Got inside. “Pacho is freaking out!”
Manuel, almost crying, closed the door.
“He should have thought when he brought that boy to our home.” Serious, staring
his friend who sat on the bed.
“I can’t lie anymore. You know...” The friend shrugged his shoulders. “The boss
is not buying that I don’t know where you are.”
“I know.” Drank from a beer bottle.
“So... Are you gonna leave or something?”
“I still don’t know... I just can’t tolerate.” Shaking his head, admiring the
landscape.
The older sicário sighed, watching the friend sadness and said.
“Man, I should have told you before... Boss is like that...” Shrugged his
shoulders. “I have been working for him for many years... He has many... men...
“ Embarassed.
Manuel gazed through the window, his friend continuous.
“You haven’t seen the parties he used to threw before... That shit was some
kind of nastiness...”
“Stop!” Manuel demanded.
“Ok, brother... But, Pacho you...”
“I won’t back home. Don’t ask me.” Convicted.
“What are you gonna do? You need some job!” Worried about his friend.
“I will find one.” Still gazing the streets through the window.
“Please, who is gonna give job for a bandit like you?” Lighted up a cigarette.
“I can leave... I have traveled with fake passport before...” Shrugged his
shoulders, sitting on the armchair.
His friend shookhis head.
“No, man... come back to us.” Blew the smoke.
“Leave.” The hitman demanded.
“Manuel...”
“I’m not gonna repeat it. Out.”
The friend stopped, stood from the bed, leaving the place. When the sicário got
outside and crossed the street in front of.
He froze.
Pacho was there, in front of the hotel, smoking around other men holding guns.
The hitman got nervous.
“Boss... I...”
“I’m gonna forgive you because you are Manuel’s friend.” Got closer, put out
the cigarette on the floor. “It’s the last time you lie to me.”
The hitman nodded afraid and walked to the car.
Pacho got inside the hotel, knocking on the door. Manuel sat on the armchair,
frowned, stood up and opened it.
When he saw Pacho quite sad in front of him, he tried to not cry.
The gentleman got in without being invited, Manuel closed the door.
Both men stared to each other.
“Why you are not with your little boy?” Holding his tears.
“Manuel... please...” Trying to touch his face.
“Why you are here?” Stepped back.
“What kind of question is that? I’m can’t stand being away!”
“I’m not backing home until that brat leaves.”
Pacho shook his head.
“Elias is not leaving. Don’t ask me that.”
“So we have nothing to discuss anymore.”
Pacho got closer.
“Baby, you have no idea how hard it is...” Wrapped his waist. “I can’t get up
in the morning without your kiss...”
Manuel stepped back, walked to the door, opening it.
“Leave.”
Pacho dropped his jaw.
“Really?”
Manuel, tears on the eyes.
“Go.”
Pacho still don’t believing it.
“It’s over then?”
Manuel, head down.
“Leave, Pacho.”
The Godfather serious and sad nodded, walked and left the bedroom.
Manuel started to cry. Remembering all the beautiful moments they shared.
Kisses.
Sex.
Drying his tears in front of the window, Manuel watched Pacho got inside the
car and left.
Inside of it, Pacho sighed and took a deep breath.
How hard it is to be away from him.
With both hands, he dried his tears too.
Chapter End Notes
     Next Chapter: November 26th.
***** Leaving *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Arriving inside the living room, Pacho came across to Elias who was watching TV
program on the sofa. When he noticed the sad Godfather, the boy stood up from
the couch and got closer.
“You found him?”
Pacho nodded, serious and sad. The young boy continued.
“He isn’t backing?”
Pacho shook his head, trying not to cry. Sad, Elias wrapped his waist. The
leader hugged him back, smelling his shoulder.
“What are you going to do?” Elias stopped the hug and stared him in the eyes.
The Cali leader sighed.
“I don’t know. I just want him back.” Took a deep breath.
Elias caressed his cheek.
“Let’s take shower and eat?” Invited, worried.
Pacho nodded, he just needed Elias’ love right now.
They walked to the bathroom, hugged to each other.
The Cali Leader got inside the shower, after his young lover helped him to take
off his clothes. While he was washing his face covered by tears and water,
Elias was preparing everything in his room.
After drying himself, Pacho wore his robe who was tied by Elias.
“The dinner is here on your table. I know you wouldn’t like to have it in the
living room.”
Pacho nodded.
“Thank you.”
Sat on it, both started to eat until the young boy asked.
“Are you going to give up on him?”
Pacho shook his head.
“No. I can’t.”
Elias smiled.
“You are such a nice man, Pacho.”
“I’m not, you are mistaken.”
“Of course you are.” Held his hand on the table. “I won’t leave you anymore,
you are to perfect to be abandoned!”
Pacho smiled in response.
“Of course, just if you want me to go...” Shrugged his shoulders.
“I will never ask you to leave, baby.”
Elias smiled surprised by the nickname.
Baby.
Shy, he asked.
“You called me... baby?”
“Yes, baby.” Winked.
Elias smiled.
“You really want me to fall in love with you... You are cruel.”
Pacho laughed.
“You see? I’m not a nice a guy.”
And both laughed, finishing their dinner.
 
After a terrible night sleeping, Manuel woke up in the morning, thinking about
what he would do next. His friend backed again, bringing a bag full of money.
“Accept it, brother.” The sicário begged in front of the hotel’s room door.
“I don’t want his money.” Serious.
“You always got it!” Handing the bag in despair.
Manuel gave space to his friend walk in. The guy rested the bag on the bed. The
older lover closed the door.
“He is concerned about you.” Sat on the bed.
Manuel took a deep breath.
“What about the boy?”
“He is still there...” Shrugged his shoulders.
The older lover shook his head.
“So...” Looked through the window. “He didn’t send him away as I asked.”
“No, he didn’t. That brat is there. Pacho even introduced him to us.”
“What?” Indignant.
“Yeah...” Afraid what he would say next. “He said we should respect and protect
him with our lives.”
Manuel got furious.
“I’m gonna kill that brat!” Kicked the armchair.
His friend opened the eyes.
“Please, Manuel... calm down.”
The hitman took a deep breath.
“I should have gone to Mexico with him...” Shook his head in despair.
The hitman stared, his friend was really jealous. The sicário sighed, and
looked to his friend on the bed.
“Well, I’m gonna buy the fly tickets and try to go to somewhere.”
His friend stood up in despair.
“Manuel, brother...”
The hitman approached, holding his shoulders.
“Thank you for everything you have done to me.”
“Manuel...” Really upset.
“Goodbye...”
The older lover got the money bag and other ones from the floor. Smiled, sad,
leaving the room, going straight ahead to the airport.
The old friend stood there, sat on the room.
 
Upstairs, preparing some alcoholics beverages, Pacho was waiting his friend for
a visit. The “effeminate” one, as the sicários used to whisper. Carlos, a short
overweight man, always dressed elegantly, walked up the stairs to find out
Pacho on his cellar.
“Pachito...” Smiling.
Pacho smiled, handing him a cup of a new drink he learned how to prepare. The
friend drank from it.
“Delicious... You are good at this!” He sat on the sofa in front of the cellar.
“Thank you... I have learning.” Behind the cellar’s balcony.
Carlos smiled, legs crossed, Pacho asked.
“How are you?”
“Fine, and you?”
“Ok.”
Actually, it wasn’t everything ok.
His lover was gone.
Carlos smiled, suspicious.
“You look sad, my friend...” Observing it, cup in one hand.
“Business. Don’t mind.”
“Oh I get it...” Smiled, pretending he believed.
Elias walked up the stairs to observe both men talking. Pacho introduced him.
“Carlos, this Elias.”
“Hi.” The young boy shook hands with Pacho’s guest.
“Hi my dear boy...” The man got admired by the youth of the boy in front of
him. “How old are you?” Admired.
“23.”
“23...” Smiled, nodding.
Elias looked to his lover.
“I need to buy some colleges stuff. Can I take one of your cars?”
Pacho shook his head.
“No, asked for one of our men take you there.” Held his chin, kissing it after.
The young boy nodded and left, saying goodbye to his lover’s friend. When the
boy disappeared through the stairs, Carlos teased.
“College, uh? “ Shook his head, smiling. “How cute it is...”
“Staying for dinner?” The leader invited, drinking from the cup.
“No, Pachito, I have stuff to do.” Stood up from the armchair. “I’m here to
invite you for my party...” Winked, handing the cup to his friend.
“Sure!” The godfather nodded and got the cup. “I will be there, as always.”
Nodded.
“I knew I always can count on you my friend.” Happy.
Pacho nodded, he was very serious to his commitments.
“How are the business...” Lighted up a cigarette. “I heard you guys are
thinking about surrender themselves...”
Pacho sighed and nodded.
“You don’t seen happy about it...” Blew the smoke.
“It’s not just about me... You know... It’s not just my decision.” Hands in
pocket.
“I know, you have partners...” Blew the smoke.
Pacho sighed, looking through the window.
“Well, Pachito, I will wait for you in my house! You can bring your new
boyfriend... since the old one had disappeared...”
Pacho sad, tried remedying.
“Manuel and I had some problems, but everything is going to be solved.”
“Ok, Pachito, good luck!” He walked the stairs down. “Don’t forget to bring
your baby boy to the party!”
Pacho chuckled and his friend left.
The Godfather sighed.
Manuel.
Where is he now?
 
Fully naked on bed, Pacho and Elias were drinking champagne after having sex.
Pacho rested his head on two pillows, while Elias, elbow on the mattress, said.
“You look distant...” Drank from the glass.
Pacho shook his head.
“Sorry... I can’t stop thinking about Manuel...” Sat on the bed, rested his
glass on the night table, lighting up a cigarette.
Elias sighed.
“He is very jealous...” Finished the glass, resting on the night table as well.
“I like him... He is my man...” Sad look, blew the smoke.
Elias caressed his cheek.
“I know... But maybe he changes his mind...”
Pacho sighed.
“Let’s change the subject...” Smiled, sad. “In some days you are going to
college, right?”
“Yes!” Excited, he sat on the bed.
“A college student, huh?” Played with his ear, pulling it.
Head held high, Elias said.
“I’m going to be a very good student... or sometimes a bad one...” Teased,
cheeky.
“A bad one?” Frowned.
“Yeah...” Bit his lips. “Maybe you can punish me... you know...” Winked,
playing his fingers on Pacho’s hairy legs.
“Jesus, you are such a shameless boy!” Pulled him to kiss.
Elias laughed in his juvenile smile.
 
In the airport, bags on hand, Manuel was received by the officer.
“Have a nice trip Mr. Lopez.” The man handed back the fake passport.
Manuel nodded, walking to the entrance gate. Navegante appeared right behind.
“Are you really leaving?”
Manuel gazed.
“Why are you here?”
“Boss.” Serious.
Manuel gazed, angry and serious.
“I wish him good luck with his baby boy!” Turned his back.
“Manuel, you are making a huge mistake.” Warned him.
“He did a huge mistake, I’m not.” Head held high.
Navegante stared, but didn’t say anything back.
And Manuel turned his back, leaving, walking to international entrance gate.
Disappearing in it.
 
From upstairs, Elias was preparing some drinks Pacho taught him. He couldn’t
listen very well, but he could observe Navegante walking inside the mansion,
talking to Pacho who got even depressed. The sicário left and Pacho lighted up
a cigarette.
He knew.
It was Manuel.
Pacho walked up the stairs to find his younger lover behind the bar.
The young boy hugged him.
“Is Manuel, is it?”
Pacho nodded, crying.
“He left Colombia.”
Elias, almost crying too, hugged his lover as close as he could.
Chapter End Notes
     Next Chapter: December 3rd.
     I hope you girls are enjoying it!
***** Party *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Pacho took a deep breath after hugging Elias.
“I couldn’t convince him to stay.” Shook his head, drying his own tears.
Elias almost crying said.
“You tried.” Held his hands.
The Godfather held the young hand back, caressing the pale skin.
“I know.” Pacho stared him.
“He loves you. He won’t abandon you like that.” Trying to comfort his lover.
Pacho took a deep breath again.
“I hope you are right.” Held his face, kissing his forehead.
The young boy held his face.
“Don’t be sad. Everything is gonna be alright.”
Pacho smiled, sad.
“I hope so.”
 
He would be brave enough to abandon Pacho?
Manuel asked himself.
Walking following the line to accessed the executive class, Manuel thought.
Can I leave him?
Let him behind?
In the departure, eyes full of tears, the hitman stared the flight attend who
said.
“Please, sir...” Asking for him step inside the plane.
The hitman holding his bags just stared.
The woman stared back.
Manuel stepped back.
Thinking about his man.
Just not yet.
The sicário walked back to airport.
He wouldn’t leave Cali.
Not anymore.
 
Carlos admiring himself in the mirror, adjusted his necklace, combing his hair.
A knocked was heard at his office’s door.
“Come in.” The overweight man demanded.
An Afro man, handsome and strong opened the door.
Carlos smiled to see Manuel in front of him.
“Hey, Manuel...” Looked down on him. “Beautiful as always, huh?” Winked.
The hitman stared, serious and embarrassed, but didn’t say anything.
“Well...” The effeminate man walked until the desk. “My men told me you are
here for the security’s job...”
Manuel nodded, serious. The man sat on the armchair, legs crossed.
“What happened between you and Pacho?”
Manuel stared.
“I prefer no talk about it, sir.”
Carlos chuckled.
“Pacho won’t like you working for me...” Concerned.
Manuel head down, said.
“I don’t care.”
Carlos smiled, ironic.
“I can recommend you for one of my frien...”
“If you don’t want to give the job, I can leave... “Started to turn his back.
“No.” Stood up from the armchair. “I want... but why me?”
“Because I know you.” Lied.
Carlos chuckled.
“Yes... that’s the real answer?” Not buying it.
Manuel didn’t answer back.
“Answer me something...” Stared the hitman. “Why you didn’t look for a job in
another place?”
“I am a bandit.” Serious, deviated his eyes.
Carlos understood.
“You want to get around him, right?” Serious.
Surprised by the accurate feelings' analysis, the sicário didn’t answer back.
Head down.
Carlos didn’t need more explanations.
Took a deep breath and stood up from the armchair.
“The job is yours...” Stopped in front of the sicário. “I hope Pachito won’t
kill us all.”
Manuel nodded and left.
Carlos stood there.
Praying for Pacho not killing him.
 
Preparing himself to the party, Pacho was buttoning his shirt when Elias
wrapped his chest, giving him a kiss on the neck.
The Godfather held his hands.
“Ready for the party?” Serious and gentle.
Elias nodded, stepped back for Pacho observing him better.
“How do I look?”
Pacho observed the boy dressed in a suit.
“Perfect. Elegant as I like it.”
Elias smiled.
They went to the yard, Elias observed Pacho wearing his leather jacket, sitting
on a Harley Davidson motorcycle.
“Aren’t you coming?” Asked the Godfather, already sat.
“Are we going by bike?” Smiled in surprise.
Pacho nodded.
The young boy smiled back, sitting behind his man.
It was funny observe Pacho’s sicários behind them. They were totally different
from Miguel and Gilberto’s men. While the Brothers provided modest Yamahas to
their men, Pacho gifted his with fancy motorcycles. They wore jewelry as well,
something he never asked if his lover demanded, but it was interesting to
observe them dressed as their boss.
The Cali leader said.
“Hold tight.”
Elias smiled, wrapped his arms on his man waist, resting his face on Pacho’s
leather jacket.
 
Far way, carrying a gun on his belt, Manuel could observe the guests in the
party.
He knew Pacho was invited, and couldn’t wait to see him again, even from a huge
distance.
The hitman watched the Godfather arrived on his motorcycle. His heart hurts to
observe Elias on his ride. The other sicários arrived right behind. The young
boy got off first, Pacho turned off the bike. Elias smiled, Pacho did the same,
holding hands as a couple to get inside Carlos mansion.
God knew how much he wanted to kill that boy.
Pacho and Elias stepped inside the mansion. One of the butlers carried his
jacket.
Carlos came to greet them.
“Pachito!”
“Carlos.” Pacho nodded, serious.
The effeminate man smiled, happy.
“You brought your baby boy to join us.” Observed Elias who was getting tired to
be treated as a baby.
“I’m not a baby boy, sir. I’m 23.”
Carlos laughed hysterically, Pacho held a laugh too. Elias indignant asked.
“Why you guys are laughing? I’m an adult...” Crossed his arms.
Pacho wrapped his shoulders, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Yes, baby, we know.”
Carlos stopped laughing, trying to control himself.
“Yes, my dear boy. My apologies. Let’s drink, right?” Touched Elias shoulder
fastly.
The boy didn’t buy the excuses, but followed the two men walking inside the
place, Elias was admired by the quantity of men there. Just men around other
men.
Comfortable.
Something he could never feel before he met Pacho.
They were all equal.
Nobody could hurt them.
The weren’t any women to date or fuck as well.
And it was ok not having them in that place.
They approached a pool table, one of Pacho’s friend was playing.
“Hey Pacho, let’s play?” Stopped, resting himself on the pool cue.
Pacho nodded, getting one of the cues, starting to play. Carlos approached
Elias, handing him a cup of whiskey.
“Are you old enough for drinking?” Teased.
The boy furious, got the cup and said.
“I’m 23 years old!” Drank easily.
Carlos chuckled and handed a cup to Pacho. The boy saw his lover laughing by
Carlos’ joke, got irritated and left to the yard.
The Godfather noticed his annoyance, but let him go. Carlos approached the pool
table and said.
“Your baby boy is angry, I supposed...” Drank from the cup.
Pacho sighed, and smiled.
“We don’t stop teasing him.” Smiled.
Pacho scored a point, his friend said.
“I will win next time, Pacho.” Winked and abandoned the cue on the table.
The Godfather nodded to the comment.
“I will talk to him.” Walking to find Elias.
Carlos nodded, smiling.
 
Elias walked to find the huge grass backyard. Stopping in front of the swimming
pool. Two men, fancy dressed, were drinking around.
Elias heard one of the men whisper.
“Too young...”
Why people needed to treat him as child?
Pacho got closer, hugging him from behind.
“My baby boy is so furious...” Kissed his cheek.
Elias got rid of his arms, staring his man.
“I’m not a child, you guys need to stop treat me like that!” Stared, furious.
Pacho smiled.
“Don’t be mad, baby. “Held his chin.
The young boy crossed his arms, and Pacho continued.
“Carlos is just teasing our age difference.” Looked in his eyes.
Elias, disappointed.
“I faced many things in my life. I could never be a child as other were.”
Pacho smiled, sad.
“I know...” Kissed his foreahead. “But I can’t resist, you are my baby boy...”
Elias surrendered himself, smiling.
“You are such a bastard, Pacho Herrera.” Wrapped his arms around his lover’s
neck.”
And they kissed deeply in front of the pool, in front of everybody.
In front of Manuel who was furious behind a tree, observing them.
 
The night went on, a lot drink and food were offered to the guests. Some one
them were drunk, and even had sex in opened rooms. Elias was shocked, not by
the fact they were doing it, but the fact the security guards were not caring
about a bunch of fags fucking in front of them, or at least, they were good at
pretending they didn’t bother.
Walking in front of a bedroom’s door, Elias saw two men fucking on the bed.
They were naked. One of the guys was on four on bed, being fucked by a strong
man who grabbed his hair.
The young boy was horny by the scene. Walked the stair down, going straight
ahead to find Pacho drinking, smoking and talking with his friends.
The young boy held his hand, pulled him to a kiss.
“I want you to fuck me!” Breathed deeply and aroused.
Pacho smiled, holding his cigarette.
“At home, baby.” Caressed his cheek.
“Please, Pacho...” Bit his lips.
The Godfather smiled, he couldn’t resist to him. Being led to one of the
bedrooms by Elias hand.
To run into Manuel in front of them.
They both stopped, shocked by the scene.
Elias looked Pacho to see what he would do it. The Godfather stared at his
older lover.
“Manuel...” Smiled, happy. “You didn’t leave...I...” Tried to hug him.
The hitman stepped back.
Pacho understood, getting serious.
“Back home.” Begged.
“No. I have a new job.” Strong.
“A new job?” Incredulous. “What... Carlos hired you?” Put out the cigarette on
the floor.
“Yes, he did. Are you going to kill him?” Provocative.
Pacho shook his head, indignant.
Elias didn’t say anything, just observed. He wanted to say something, but at
the same time, he was scared his words could worse the situation.
Manuel left, and Pacho furious, said.
“I’m going to talk to Carlos!” Walking to find his friend in the crowd.
Elias took a deep breath.
Shook his head.
Decided to follow Manuel.
He need to solve this situation.
Or try, at least.
Chapter End Notes
     Next Chapter: December 10th.
***** Come back *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The hitman stopped in front of the swimming pool, Elias was begging right
behind.
“Please, Manuel, back home!”
The sicario shook his head.
He couldn’t understand.
“Why do you want me to go home? Stared the young boy. “Now you have Pacho just
for yourself!”
“It wasn’t my intention!” Desperate face.
Manuel shook his head, as Elias had told him a very funny joke.
“Please...” Indignant, the hitman shook his head.
“No, Manuel, I never!” Tried to look into his eyes, Manuel deviated. “Pacho is
so sad! Back home!”
The sicario admired the boy. He couldn’t understand why he was asking for him
to get back. He could have Pacho all to himself.
“Now you have my man just for you!” Laughed, ironic.
Elias shook his head in despair.
Why he does not understand?
 
In the middle of the crowd, Carlos was drinking, being the center of the
attention, laughing, surrounding by his friends. Pacho walked furious, grabbed
him by the jacket and screamed.
“You hired Manuel as your bodyguard?!” Furious.
Carlos' men approached Pacho, but the effeminate man asked them to stop.
“That’s ok guys, I can handle!”
Pacho stopped, freeing the party’s host.
Carlos straighten his clothes and said.
“Come to my office, Pachito.” Invited politely.
Pacho straighten his hair as well.
Indignant, he followed his friend until the office. When they were inside,
Carlos closed the door and said.
“He asked for a job.” Sat on the armchair, lighting up a cigarette.
The Godfather stared in front of the desk.
“He is not going to be your employee! You are not gonna treat him badly or...”
Pointed the finger to his friend’s face.
“Pachito...” Sighed. “Please...Can I explain?”
Pacho took a deep breath, waiting.
“As I had told you before. He came asking for a job. He said he wouldn’t have
money to survive.”
Pacho sighed, almost crying. Carlos continued.
“Since you guys broke up...” Shrugged his shoulders.
“We didn’t break up, we are solving the situation...” Corrected his friend.
“Ok, my friend, ok...” Pretending he bought it. “But, he’s not accepting your
money, is he?”
Pacho shook his head, upset.
“So... do you prefer him working for me, your friend, or some strange who will
treat him not so well or something worse?”
Pacho sighed, head down.
Carlos was right.
“Don’t worry... I won’t take him to my bed..” Laughed. “Even if I wanted to,
Manuel said he is not a faggot.” Carlos chuckled. “He said he just fell in love
for you.” Laughing as he himself had told a joke.
Pacho took a deep breath, sad and serious.
“Don’t you ever tried to think about treating him badly, did you hear me,
Carlos?”
The friend nodded, smiling.
“Ok, Pachito... OK...”
“I am serious, you don’t mess with my man and get rid of it...” Angry.
“I know my friend...” Nodded, smiling. “I know exactly who you are, and what
happens when people mess with you.”
Pacho serious and sad.
“Is he ok?”
Carlos shook his head.
“No.” Being honest. “He is not handling so well the fact you change him to a
little boy.” Stood up from the armchair, filling two cups of wine.
“I never did that!” Holding one glass offered by his friend.
Carlos nodded, got closer, caressing his friend shoulders.
“Don’t worry, your man will be safe.”
Winked.
 
Manuel observed Elias, the young boy was able to do whatever it takes to make
Pacho happy.
It was his chance to have his man back.
“Do you care about him, don’t you?”
Elias nodded, desperate.
“Of course I do!”
Manuel, head held high.
“Leave then.”
Elias, tears in his eyes, just let the head down.
“If you care about him, go away and never gets back!”
Elias stared, almost crying, crossed his arms.
Pacho got closer the swimming pool and asked for both men.
“What is happening here?” Serious and worried.
Manuel turned his back, walking away, Elias didn’t say anything, just stared.
Pacho followed him right behind.
They stopped under a tree in the backyard.
“Baby, why are you working as bodyguard? What the fuck is that?” Revolted. He
couldn’t tolerate Manuel working as just an employee.
Manuel, head down.
“I need to survive. We are not together anymore.” Holding his tears.
Pacho took a deep breath.
“You left. I never asked for it.” Preached.
Manuel looked into his eyes.
“I love you. I do whatever it takes to protect you! And what do you do? You
bring a brat to our home!”
Pacho shook his head, trying to reach him.
“Baby, why do you need to be so jealous?”
Manuel stepped back.
“Don’t touch me!” Screamed.
Pacho stared, serious.
“So, is there any chance you come back?”
“Until you send that kid away...” Stopped, convicted. “No. I won’t back.”
Pacho, tears in his eyes.
Said nothing.
“Send him away and we talk.”
Pacho, head held high.
“No. Don’t ever asked me again.”
Manuel started to cried.
“So... we have nothing to discuss anymore.”
“Manuel... I...”
A group of men were around. Manuel saw them getting closer.
“If you don’t need anything sir, excuse me, I have to work.”
The hitman turned his back and left.
Drying his tears.
Pacho stood there, head held high.
Is everything was over?
 
 
Elias and Pacho went straight home.
Quiet.
None of them spoke.
Inside Pacho’s bedroom, no one said anything during the ride home. Whey they
were taking off the clothes, Elias said.
“I tried to convince him to back.”
Pacho smiled, sad.
“You are such a lovely boy.” Caressed his face.
“I don’t want to see you sad, Pacho.”
“I know, baby.” Sighed. “Do you want to make me happy?”
The young boy nodded.
“Prepare our bathtub, let’s take a shower together, right?” Held his chin.
“Do you want my massage?” Winked.
“After the shower, yes!” Smiled, trying to pretend he wasn’t sad.
While the young waiter was preparing the shower, Pacho went straight ahead to
the office, getting his cellphone.
Carlos answered.
“Hello?”
“Carlos, it’s me. Can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure, my friend.” His voice sounded excited behind his phone.
“If Manuel needs anything, can you please tell me?”
“Sure, my dear friend.”
“If he needs money, anything, I can provide you.”
“Your lover will be fine. Have a good night my friend.”
Pacho turned off.
 
Inside of the bathtub, Pacho was resting, Elias was wrapped by his legs. The
Godfather was caressing the boy’s chest. Smelling his neck.
Playing with a sponge, Elias said.
“He asked me to leave.”
Pacho frowned.
“Manuel?”
“He said if I care about you, I should leave you and never get back.”
Pacho could feel his younger lover was almost crying.
Hugged him tighter.
“Are you going to?”
Elias stared, eyes in tears.
“If you asked me.”
“This is never gonna happen.” Held his chin, kissing after.
Elias sighed, laying down his face on Pacho’s chest.
The Godfather kissed and hugged him.
Holding him tighter.
Elias slept in his bedroom, Pacho backed to his, staring the bed.
Manuel wasn’t there for them sleeping together.
They had a ritual.
Take a shower and sleep.
Hugged to each other.
Shook his head, closed his curtains.
He would bring his man back home.
It does not matter how.
Chapter End Notes
     Next Chapter: December 17th.
***** Touch *****
Chapter Notes
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Laid down on the mattress, Elias started his massage.
Pacho moaned.
“Gosh, it’s so good.”
Elias bit his lips, touching his body.
“You are so good, Pacho.”
The Godfather moaned once more.
“You know so many things for such a young boy...” Eyes almost close.
Elias smiled.
“Poor people need to take care of themselves. You know this better than me...”
Smiled, happy.
Pacho smiled, eyes almost closed, completely hypnotized by the massage. Elias
kissed his back.
“You are going to take me to college, tomorrow? It’s my first day...” Smiled,
trying to look him in the eyes.
“I won’t miss the first day of my baby boy.” Winked.
Elias laughed.
“Stop!”
They both laughed. Pacho stood up from the bed. Elias made space, laying down
on the mattress. One elbow on it, he asked.
“What are you going to do today?”
Pacho buttoning his shirt, sat on the bed.
“I am going to Carlo’s.”
Pacho stood up from the bed, Elias frowned.
The Godfather just nodded, serious.
The young boy nodded in response, sitting on the bed after.
They understood each other.
 
Manuel was observing the yard when Pacho arrived in his limousine. The hitman
felt his heart beating faster. God knew how much he wanted to run to his arms.
At Pachos side he felt protected and loved.
Something no one could make him feel again.
Under a tree on a hill, Pacho could see his lover. Walking slowly, the
Godfather approached the tree, stopping a little distanted from him.
The gentlemans perfume was so good.
“Hey, baby.”
Manuel stared, almost crying, but held himself this time.
“What do you want?” Furious.
“I just wanna say I miss you. And if you want to come back home, you can.” Sad
eyes.
“I’m not!” Screamed.
Pacho nodded, sad.
“That’s ok, I won’t pressure you or anything...” Calm voice.
“You think I am gonna beg or something?” Trying to be harsh.
“No, you won’t.” Sad.
Manuel stared, surprised.
“You are my man.” The Godfather said. “I just want to say that.”
Manuel turned his back, tears fell on his cheeks.
Pacho turned his back, walking to Carlo’s mansion again.
From the hill, Manuel could observe Pacho dealing business with other men from
Cali.
When they finished the conversation, the Godfather stared again, Manuel turned
his eyes down.
The Godfather walked back to the car, serious and sad.
Manuel observed the limousine leaving.
Disappearing on the road.
The only thing the hitman wanted was to go home.
To be around his man.
 
Next morning, Elias woke up happy as a child. Dressed himself fastly, anxious
for his first day of college. The Godfather admired him preparing his things,
without saying anything, just smiling. The young boy didn’t stop talking,
saying all the things he could do now he was a college student.
They parked in front of the university, the driver was quiet, while Elias and
Pacho sat in the backseats.
The Godfather hugged and kissed Elias on the lips.
Nose touching nose.
Elias bit his man lips, provoking.
“You have to study today.” Caressed his cheek.
Elias smiled.
“I like to tease.” Caress his chest hair.
“I know.” Look him in the eyes. “But now...It’s time to study.”
Elias nodded, smiled, and said goodbye, leaving the car with the door opened by
the driver.
Pacho observed the boy carefully walking to the university, disappearing inside
the crowd of students.
The driver interrupted.
“Go straight home, boss?
Pacho nodded.
“Yes, but before I wanna go to a store downtown.”
The driver just nodded, turning on the car again.
 
Admiring some clothes in a fancy shopping downtown, Pacho smiled.
Elias would love those clothes.
The Godfather went inside the store, a saleswoman arrived to offer her service.
The Gentleman was lead to a fancy place, after buying the younger lover some
clothes, the woman offered.
“Would you like to see something for yourself, Don Pacho?”
The Gentleman smiled and nodded.
He sighed.
Remembering Manuel who was always by his side, helping him to choose his
clothes.
Shook his head.
After putting on a suit, the Godfather stepped out from the dressing room.
“How do I look?” Asked the saleswoman.
To see the girl on the floor.
Dead.
A shot to the head.
To see a man pointing a gun on him.
The Godfather stared.
One of Salazars sicarios.
“Don’t do anything stupid.” Pointing the gun to his face.
Pacho just followed him to the street, serious and furious, gun aimed to his
back.
His driver got the gun from his belt.
“No!” Pacho screamed, asking his sicario to stop.
The Salazar pushed Pacho inside a Cadillac, other men were inside to hold him.
The Godfather’s sicario was desperate, holding his gun, barely seeing the shot
he received.
Falling down on the street.
Dying instantly.
 
Manuel, sat in a bar in Cali, was doing nothing but drinking a bunch of whiskey
shots.
Thinking about Pacho all the time.
A brunet girl approached, sitting quite close.
She was beautiful, curvy, red lips.
“Buy me a drink?” Smiled.
Manuel was devastated.
“Go away.”
She smiled, trying to be nice.
“Come on... Don’t be a bad boy...” Winked, touching the hitman’s arm.
Manuel sad, looked to her, she smiled again.
“Please... you are too handsome to be angry like that...” Bit her lips.
Manuel stared at the barman.
“A glass of Chardonnay for the lady.”
She frowned surprised.
“The lady? Wow, how polite you are. Who taught you to speak like that?” Smiled.
Manuel held his tears.
Pacho.
“My man.”
The girl frowned.
“Oh... man. You like boys...sorry.” Shy.
Manuel serious.
“It’s not like that.” Shook his head.
“Ok.” Trying not to laughing. “If you don’t like boys... why don’t go out with
me tonight then?” Caressed his arm again.
Manuel stared, serious.
The girl was hot.
He could go.
No.
He couldn’t.
Pacho was in his mind all the time.
A friend’s voice called him from behind.
Manuel looked back.
His friend sicario arrived, caring his gun.
“Brother!” Breathing deeply. “You need to come with us!”
Manuel stood up from the chair in despair.
“What happened?!”
“It’s boss! They got him!”
The hitman got furious.
“What?”
“The Salazar...” Breathing. “They are going to kill him!”
Scared, the girl left, carrying her purse.
Manuel stared.
They took his man!
Manuel checked the gun on the belt, walking furious to the exit door.
He would shoot all the Salazar.
No one touches his man.
Chapter End Notes
     A big hug to Mia! She helped me with the grammar mistakes!
     See you guys next week!
***** Friend *****
Chapter Notes
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“Where they got him?” The hitman asked, nervous, gun in hand.
The other sicarios were around in the yard, the oldest said.
“In a store, downtown.”
Manuel sighed.
Fuck.
Why wasn’t I there to protect him?
The hitman took a deep breath, looked to his men and said.
“Do exactly as I say.”
 
The Godfather couldn’t feel no pain anymore.
He was dizzy.
The taste of blood on his mouth.
Woke up.
He was in a garage.
Knees on the floor, hands tie in the back.
Julio, one of the Salazar men, approached, aiming the gun.
“Is it painful?” Anger in his face.
Pacho didn’t answer.
Stared.
Serious.
Spitting in his face.
Julio stepped back, disgusted by the action.
Cleaning his face.
To punch Pacho right on the mouth.
The Godfather breathed, but didn’t say anything.
Just anger in his eyes.
Asshole.
“You are going to pay for what you did to Claudio.” Breathing, almost crying.
Pacho smiled in the corner of his mouth.
Julio got even more furious.
Some of his men were around, holding their equipment, just waiting to start the
torture process.
Pacho breathed.
Serious.
Stared.
A gun shot was heard outside the garage.
Pacho and Julio noticed, the men around were ready to attack.
The leader demanded they leave to check outside.
Gun still pointed at Pacho’s face, Julio was scared observing all sides.
Until the silence.
His men stopped shooting.
No more noise.
The garage door was opened.
Manuel and Pacho’s men arrived, carrying their guns.
The Godfather smiled by the scene.
Julio held Pacho’s hair, pointing the gun to his face.
“Don’t you dare.”
Manuel stared, AK47 in his hand.
Gorgeous.
“Let him go.”
Julio stared, no fear.
“If you let him go, you are free to go.”
The Salazar stared, freed Pacho's hands, walking slowly to the backyard.
Pointing the gun.
Pacho nodded to Manuel, asking them to let Julio escape.
The Salazar went away, disappearing in the back.
Manuel caressed Pacho’s face with both hands.
“Can you walk?”
The leader nodded, smiling.
“You came to save me...” Dizzy voice.
Manuel nodded, eyes in tears, helping him to stand up.
“Hold on to me, we are going to the hospital.” Helped him to stand up.
Pacho nodded.
Just to faint on Manuel’s arms.
 
Waiting in the hall, Manuel was anxious.
Nervous.
Waiting for news.
A young doctor opened the door, nodding he could go inside.
Pacho sat on a bed, no shirt, some stitches to his chest.
The Godfather calmly smiled.
“Hey baby, let’s go home?”
Manuel stared, eyes in tears.
But didn’t approach him.
Pacho sighed by the attitude.
“You are still jealous...” Stared, serious.
Manuel walked to the window.
The night was dark out there.
Full of stars.
“I’m glad you are ok.” The hitman observed the streets and the traffic jam.
Pacho sighed, head down.
Some fast steps approaching the room were heard outside, Elias opened the door
in despair.
“Pacho!” Touched his face with both hands. “What did those assholes do to you?”
In despair, crying.
The Godfather caressed the younger face, the boy was nervous, eyes completely
red by the tears.
“I’m fine, baby.” Smiled.
They kissed, deeply, desperate.
Manuel took a deep breath.
Baby.
Elias touched the stitches.
“I’m going to take care of you when we got home.” Observing the wounds.
Pacho nodded.
“Sure, you will.” Smiling.
Elias offered his shoulder, Pacho held himself. When they were leaving, the
Godfather stopped and looked to Manuel who was still staring out the window.
Elias observed the hitman. Alvaro also appeared to help his brother, offering
his shoulder. The brothers left the room.
Elias observes Manuel at the window.
Stood behind, dried his face and said.
“Why you being such an asshole?!” Angry voice.
Manuel stared.
“What the fuck? You brat...” Furious.
Elias stared, not afraid.
“I’m gonna say two things. First: Pacho loves you so much. He doesn’t deserve
this.”
Manuel took a deep breath.
I’m gonna kill this boy.
“Second: I’m not leaving.” Strong voice.
The young boy left.
Closing the door right behind him.
Manuel stood there.
Jealous.
Furious.
Eyes full of tears.
 
At home, after changing the stitches, Elias helped Pacho to lay on the bed.
Covered by a blanket, the Godfather said.
“Manuel saved me today.” Sad.
Elias smiled, sitting in front of him. Caressed his chest covered by pajamas.
“He still loves you so much.” Nodded, smiling.
Pacho asked, curious.
“What did you say to him this time?” Smiling.
Elias, head held high.
“I said you love him, and he was being an asshole.” Serious. “And I wouldn’t
leave you.” Proud. “He needs to learn how to live with me.”
Pacho laughed, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Such a brave boy you are.”
Elias bites his own lips.
“I am. I’ve kicked that Salazar’ balls once!”
Pacho laughed.
“Come here” Inviting him to lay beside him.
Elias laid down, trying not to touch the wounds.
“Don’t worry, sooner or later Manuel will come home.” Winked.
Pacho smiled, curious. Elias seems to not bother at all about Manuel.
“Do you like him...?”
Elias frowned.
“Manuel?”
The young boy stopped, thought and said.
“I do. He is hot.” Smiling and winking.
Both men laughed, sleeping hugging each other.
 
After saving his lover, Manuel went straight back to his new home in Carlo’s
mansion.
Sitting on the bed, his only thoughts were to be around his man right now.
He wanted to be beside Pacho, but he couldn’t tolerate Elias.
Fell down on his back on the bed.
Slept.
Tired.
 
It was early in the morning when someone knocked at the hitman’s door.
He opened wearing just his shorts.
Pacho was in front of the door, dressed in his beautiful shirt which hid the
stitches on the chest.
Manuel sighed.
His man was gorgeous even when he was hurt.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Smiled.
Manuel stepped back, allowing the Godfather to step inside.
Pacho observed the place in disgust.
“Is this the place you are living now?” Stared at him when Manuel closed the
door behind them.
“It’s good for me.” The hitman walked to the window, hands inside the pocket.
“You deserve so much better than this, baby.” Sad.
Manuel shook his head, tears already in them.
“Why do you always come back...I’ve told you...” Shaking his head.
“Ok.” Pacho nodded. “I get it. I won’t get back anymore.” Serious.
Manuel stared, surprised.
“I think it's time for us to finish.” Pachos eyes were sad, but no tears.
Manuel looked to the window again, the tears were washing over his face.
“Since we always gonna see each other, it’s better we try to get along as
friends.”
Manuel stared in anger.
“Is it so easy for you to get rid of me now?”
Pacho shook his head.
“No. “Sighed and stared. “I never abandoned you. You did.”
Manuel took a deep breath.
“I can’t believe you ar...”
“Please, don’t make things worse than already they are, Manuel.”
The hitman felt the pain.
Manuel.
Pacho hadn't called him this in years.
The hitman stared, sad, but didn’t say anything.
The Godfather smiled sad.
“See you at the soccer game tomorrow.”
The Cali leader opened the door and left.
Manuel stood there in front of the window.
Crying.
 
Elias was inside the car when Pacho left Carlos’s mansion. In the bench of the
limousine, the young boy asked.
“You are ok?” Touching his hand.
Pacho nodded.
“I am.”
“Did you talk to him?” Worried.
“I did.” Serious.
“And?”
Pacho just shook his head.
“Let’s go home.” Hugged his young lovers shoulder.
Elias laid his head on Pacho’s chest.
Hugging him closer.
The limousine left, disappearing on the empty road.
 
Back at the bar, Manuel sat at the bar counter.
Drinking many shots of tequila.
The brunet girl appeared once more, tight black dress, long hair.
Attractive red lips.
“You're back...” She smiled, sitting next to him.
Manuel just stared at the empty glass.
“I am.”
The girl smiled.
“My name is Silvia.”
The hitman stared.
“Manuel.”
“Well... Manuel. Do you like to come over to my house?” Caressed his arm,
trying to be gentle.
The sicario stared, serious.
“I will make you forget whoever made you sad.” The young woman winked.
Manuel stood up from the chair, left some pesos on the counter, extending his
hand to the girl.
“I can’t refuse a lady’s invitation.”
Sad, the hitman took her hand.
The girl smiled, being led through the crowd in the bar.
Disappearing in it.
Chapter End Notes
     Chapter a little early today! Happy Christmas!
***** Girlfriend *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Laid down in a fancy hotel, Manuel and Silvia were naked. The hitman was
resting on the pillow, arms under his head. Silvia was drinking champange.
Breast naked, the pretty woman said.
“You are distant...” Drank from it, sitting fully naked on the bed.
Manuel, naked as well, just wearing a gold chain on his neck, showing his well
fit chest apologize.
“Sorry.” Sad smiled, looking to her face. “Is the champangne good?”
Silvia smiled.
“I have never drunk such an expensive beverage as this.” Drank from the glass.
“Are you rich?”
“Why?” Curious, smiling.
Silvia smiled back.
“Because the hotel...” She observed the fancy place. “The food and the
beverage... Rich stuff.” Emptied the glass.
Manuel smiled in the corner of his mouth.
“I used to be...” Sad. Touching the gold chain on his chest.
Silvia observed the careful way Manuel touched the chain.
“Who gave you this? A girl or a boy?” Curious.
Serious, Manuel sat on the bed.
He didn’t want to talk about it.
“It doesn’t matter.” Stood up fastly, wearing his clothes.
Silvia observed the scene.
The woman stood up as well, wearing his panties and bra.
“Ok, I’m leaving. You look sad, and probably doesn’t want to see me anymore.”
Manuel stared the woman.
“We can still go out...”
Silvia smiled, got closer and kissed him in the lips fastly.
“Do you really want to?” Dubious.
Manuel nodded, caressing her face.
“Let’s go out! We can have some coffee in the afternoon and after, you can
watch my soccer match!”
Silvia smiled, caressing his chest.
“Am I going to see you an action?” She winked, bitting his lips.
“Yeah... girl...” Winked and kissed her back.
Silvia smiled.
“Your friends are going to be there? I am not your girlfriend for you introduce
me like that...” She shrugged her shoulders.
Manuel nodded.
“Don’t worry. It’s much better if they think we are together.” He hugged her.
Silvia frowned.
“Yeah?”
Manuel smiled, got his jacket, opened the door and said.
“Sure.”
 
 
They spent the afternoon walking around the city, finally, the mall downtown.
Manuel held the girl’s hand, as if they were in an old relantionship. Silvia
frowned by his attitude, but didn’t care. When they were passing by people
Manuel knew it, she noticed they looked to her in admiration.
In the mall, in a very nice cafeteria, Silvia and Manuel sat to have some
coffe. The girl didn’t stop talking about things he wasn’t paying attention.
She was a nice girl and beautiful, he could have a decent life with her.
But he didn’t want to have a decent life.
He wanted Pacho.
“What are you thinking?” The brunet asked, noticing he was not paying
attention.
Manuel was caught and said.
“Sorry!” He looked to the watch. “I think is time we go to the game!” Smiling.
Silvia smiled back.
“Let’s see you an action!” She winked.
 
 
All the soccer matches Pacho organized were divided in teams among his
sicarios. They all used to play on Saturday in a neighrborhood in Cali. It
would be the first game Elias would play with them. Carlos was there just to
watch, since his leg wasn’t working so well in the last few years.
“I am too old for it.” The effeminate man said, walking next to Elias and Pacho
dressed as soccer players.
Elias smiled to his lover, both stopped in front of the players waiting for the
game to start.
Suddenly, a car stopped in front of the game.
Pacho frowned.
He knew that car.
It was Manuel’s.
The hitman got off the car first, to open the door for a beautiful brunet woman
appear. She smiled to him, they gave hands and walk straight ahead to Pacho.
Carlos held a laugh to the scene, Elias frowned surprised to his lover, who was
serious.
Manuel, head held high, introduced his girl.
“Good afternoon. This is Silvia, my girlfriend.”
Even the brunet woman got surprised by the “girlfriend” term.
Girlfriend?
Elias opened his mouth in shock. Carlos left to talk with other man, and for
people not seeing him laughing.
Pacho smiled in the corner of his mouth.
“Good afternoon.” Looked to Manuel. “Have you brought your lady to watch our
game?”
Manuel nodded.
“Sure.” He pulled her for a kiss.”
Silvia smiled embarassed. Manuel held her shoulders.
“Let’s go.”
They walked to a bench, Silvia sat alone on it while Manuel was joing the team.
Pacho observed the girl sat there.
Elias approached.
“He is using her.” Arms crossed, observing as well.
Pacho smiled, shook his head laughing, looked to his young boy and said.
“I know.” Smiled. “Let’s play.”
Both men ran to the game and started to play. Manuel was trying to attack Elias
all the time, most of the times trying to drop him in the floor. The young boy
didn’t react at all, until Pacho stopped the game, got the ball in his hands
and said.
“You won’t touch him anymore.” Stooped defending the boy in front of him.
Manuel stared in anger. Silvia sat on the bench, observed the scene. Manuel was
almost obsessed with the boy, trying to do something against him.
The hitman left the game, and Pacho followed him right behind.
“I’ve told you, not to...”
Manuel stared, furious.
“Yeah, I know! No one touches your brat!”
“Stop acting like a child Manuel!” In anger.
Silvia approached and asked.
“Is everyhting ok, Manuel?”
The Godfather fixed his own hair.
“It’s everything ok Ms. Silvia. Manuel takes soccer games too serious.” He
faked a smile.
Manuel stared furious, but didn’t say anything.
“You guys looked like you were arguing.” The girl was concerned.
The Godfather smiled.
“I just asked Manuel to calm down. It’s just a game.”
Silvia stared not buying it.
She wasn’t understanding anything.
Pacho smiled and said.
“Before I forget... I will throw a party tomorrow night... Manuel and you are
invited.”
The brunet woman smiled.
“Thank you.” Excited.
“Do you enjoy parties?” The leader was curious.
“I really do!” Very happy, arms crossed.
“So, I hope you and Manuel be there.” Pacho nodded and left.
Silvia smiled to Manuel who was furious.
“Are we going... "boyfriend"?” She winked.
Manuel observed Pacho going to Elias, holding his hands, kissing them and
caressing the young boy face.
The game started again.
The hitman observed, serious and said.
“Sure.”
Chapter End Notes
     Hello my dear readers! I am back, I was in a long vacation! I
     apologize for my language mistakes, I have been sending my chapters
     to my friend Mia to correct them, but she didn't answer me back so
     far. She is probably on vacation or busy, I don't know. So, since you
     guys are probably waiting for it, I decided to post it the same way!
     Have a nice reading! Mia my dear friend, I hope I see you soon!
***** Rose *****
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While the party was being arranged by his employees, Pacho and Elias were
dressing themselves elegantly. The young boy hugged him closer. The leader
smiled, responding back. Both wearing their suits and ties stopped in front of
each other.
“Do you think Manuel is coming?” The former waiter frowned.
The leader smiled in the corner of his mouth.
“I know he will.” Walked to the door and opened for his young lover get out the
bedroom.
“Do you think he’s gonna bring his new “girlfriend”?” Mocked.
Everybody knew Manuel was just trying to make Pacho jealous.
The Cali leader smiled.
“He definitely will.” Chuckled, cheeky smile.
 
The party was already going on when Manuel and Silvia arrived very well-
dressed. The sicario had bought some fancy clothes to his new girl, who was
delighted to be dressed as an elegant lady.
He opened the car to get her down.
Silvia was wearing a beautiful long black dress, shinning as her black eyes.
Pacho sicario’s were having difficulty to not admire her body.
“I don’t know how to behave at a party like that...” She smiled embarrassed.
Manuel held her hand.
“A lot people here like to pretend they are fancy, but that’s not the reality.”
Almost laughing. “They were born in poor villages, as all of us.” The boyfriend
nodded, firm and elegant. “Don’t worry, I will protect you.” Winked.
Silvia smiled in return.
“Thank you.”
Pacho was upstairs when he saw his old lover around.
Instantly, the Godfather got down the stairs and approached them.
“Good evening!” Cheeky gaze.
Manuel stared, eyes in anger.
Silvia smiled back.
“Thank you for inviting us, Mr. Herrera!” Excited.
“Thank you for coming, Ms. Silvia.” Smiled, gesturing for them to come in the
mansion.
The brunette nodded, admiring his politeness.
Manuel and Silvia walked in the place. One of the waiters came to serve
champagne. Manuel refused it, but Silvia didn’t. She drank and smiled to her
boyfriend.
“This place is so beautiful!” Admiring around. “Pacho is truly rich!”
“Yeah... he is...” Observing his man around Elias. They both were drinking
champagne around the guests. Elias seems to be happy and excited.
“How long have you known him?” The brunette asked.
Manuel smiled embarrassed.
“For a while...” Hands in the pocket.
“Are you guys really good friends?” She emptied her glass.
“We used to be...” Lied. Head down.
Silvia stopped and observed Manuel. She was starting to notice the sicario
changed the way he acts and talks when they talk about the Godfather.
“Let’s go to our table?” The sicario held her hand once more.
Silvia just followed.
Serious.
 
After the dinner finished, Pacho asked his guests to hold a glass of champagne
and toast. All the people inside stood up, waiting for the speech upstairs.
Pacho was holding a glass of champagne.
“Thank you for coming!” Smiled. “As everybody knows, I love to throw
parties....” Winked, some people here would understand. “But today, I would
like to introduce someone very special.”
All the guests were staring, holding their glasses.
The Godfather gesture to someone behind his back to approach.
Elias got closer, shy and smiling.
“This is Elias.” Hugged him closer. “He saved my life.”
Elias smiled in response.
“I really care about him, and I hope he never leaves me.” In love gaze.
Elias looked back and whispered.
“Never.”
Manuel stared. He couldn’t hear what Elias had said because of the distance,
but it was easy to read the lips.
The word “never” could be very well understood.
Son of bitch!
Carlos, holding a glass of champagne screamed among the audience.
“Are you changing diapers now?” Mocking.
Everybody in the audience burst out laughing.
Elias rolled his eyes while Pacho said.
“Almost that!” Kissed him on the cheek.
The guests started to clap, while Manuel stared an anger.
Clapping, Silvia observed Manuel by the corner of her eyes.
 
In the yard in front of the pool, Pacho and Elias toasted and drank.
Approaching them, hands inside the pocket, Manuel said.
“You are doing so well without me.”
Pacho stared furious. Elias head down just walked away.
“I’m gonna get more champagne.”
Pacho approached slowly when the boy left.
“You could be here with us, doing so well too.” Finished his glass.
Manuel shook his head.
“Don’t start...”
“I won’t start anything. We are done, remember?” Serious gaze.
Manuel teared.
Silvia holding a glass, appeared right behind.
“Is everything ok?” Concerned look, touching his boyfriend shoulder.
Manuel said nothing, Pacho approached her.
“Everything is perfect Ms. Silvia!” Smiled and apologize. “I have to go, my
guests need me.”
The Godfather left, leaving them behind.
Silvia stared, worried.
“Manuel, you are acting so weird...I....” Nervous.
“Sorry.” Head down, got closer, held her chin and kissed her lips.
” I had some problems, don’t worry.”
“Yes?” Dubious.
“Sure.”
The sicario hugged her, heading them to the dance floor. Silvia was waiting
Manuel invited her to dance, but instead of it, he stood there just observing
the party’s host.
She was getting everything now.
Pacho approached and smiled, giving his hand to Silvia.
“Would you mind If your lady dance with me?”
Manuel stared in fury.
Damn bastard!
He’s not jealous at all!
“It’s up to her.” Shrugged the shoulders.
Silvia smiled, giving her hand to him.
They went to the dance floor, dancing elegantly.
Silvia was enchanted by how gentleman Pacho was. He conducted her with elegance
around the dance floor.
Silvia decided to take advance of the situation to solve some doubts.
“Are you and Manuel best friends?” Frowned.
Pacho stared in his cheeky gaze.
“No, we were lovers.”
Shocked by the honest response, the brunnete smiled embarrassed.
“I was suspicious about it...” Head down. “Why did you guys break up?” She
stared back.
“He broke up with me.” Shook his head. “Manuel is too jealous.”
Silvia smiled.
“I get it.” She nodded. “But you are so handsome... How he could leave you?”
“Long story.” Winked.
She smiled back.
It wasn’t necessary to talk about it.
“Are you enjoying the party?” Polite, the gentleman asked.
“Very much!” Happy.
“Good!” Smiled. “I like my guests feel very welcome here!”
Silvia smiled and said.
“You are a real gentleman.” Smiling.
The music stopped, Pacho gave Silvia hands once more.
Manuel was on the window, hands in the pocket. When he noticed, Silvia was in
the middle of Elias and Pacho, laughing and drinking.
The sicario approached furious.
“It’s time to leave, Silvia.”
The brunette opened a sad smile, but nodded in response.
Pacho followed them to the car. Manuel got in first. Silvia was almost inside
when Pacho called her.
“Ms. Silvia.”
The young woman looked back.
The Godfather was holding a red rose.
“This is for you.”
Silvia smiled. No man had treated her as Pacho did.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Herrera!” Happy smile.
“A flower for such a beautiful woman.” Winked and left.
Mouth opened, Silvia got in the car, closed the door and said.
“How sweet, how kind...Of course, he’s a gentleman!” Admired the flower.
Manuel stared.
Pacho son of bitch!
The sicario turned on his car.
Just shaking his head.
Furious.
 
The hotel was in a complete silence when Manuel rested his car keys on the
desk. Silvia walked to the window, admiring the landscape out there. The
sicario undressed his tie.
Exhausted and sad, he sat on the bed.
Silvia looked back from the window. Manuel was head down, scratching his face.
“We should sleep now...” He stood up, starting to prepare the bed.
Silvia sighed, looking at him.
“No.”
Manuel frowned, staring her.
“Sorry?”
Silvia smiled.
“No. I’m going home.”
The sicario got closer.
“Why?”
Silvia smiled sad.
“Because I don’t wanna be with someone who doesn’t want me.”
Manuel reached out her arms in despair.
“Silvia... What’s wrong?”
The brunette caressed his face with her both hands.
“You are handsome and incredible, but you still love Pacho.”
Manuel stared in anger.
“What did he say to you?”
“Nothing but the truth I already knew.” Shook her head.
Manuel held her chin.
“Silvia...I...”
“Please.” Calm voice. “Don’t hurt yourself, Manuel.”
The sicario frowned and the girl continued.
“Pacho is handsome, rich... and he loves you.” Shook her head, preaching him.
“Don’t be stupid.”
Manuel stared in despair.
The brunette caressed his chin, looked him in the eyes and kissed on the lips.
When they stopped Silvia said.
“Good-bye.”
Manuel tried to reach her one more time, but she walked away. Got her purse,
opened the door and left.
The sicario stood up alone in the bedroom.
Again.
Chapter End Notes
     See you next Sunday!
***** Soccer Match *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
There was darkness in front of his eyes.
Pain.
Despair.
“Haven’t you drunk so much?”
Manuel shook his head, tears falling down.
In the Bar’s counter, the sicario was drinking a lot of shots without thinking
the consequences.
The bartender approached, cleaning with a dish cloth.
“Please... are you suffering like that because of woman?”
No, he wasn’t like that because of Silvia.
She was just a distraction to get the attention he really wanted.
The man he wanted back.
He couldn’t get the attention.
He lost the game.
The man understood his game and played in a much better way he expected.
Manuel sighed, stood up from the chair, threw some pesos on the counter, wore
his jacket and left.
The rain was falling slowly, the sky was dark and the clouds were announcing
the thunderstorm about to come.
Hands inside the pocket, head down, Manuel walked to his hotel room.
Tears were mixed between the rain.
Completely wet, the sicario arrived home.
Sat on the bed.
Crying in despair.
He loved Pacho so much.
What this was happening to him?
Maybe he deserved for all the crimes he committed.
Shook his head.
What is he gonna do it?
He loves him so much for just leave Colombia.
Laid down his back on the mattress.
Closed his eyes.
Why this is happening?
 
In the office, the darkness of the thunderstorm could be seen.
Drinking vodka, legs crossed, wearing his colorful shirt, Pacho stared Elias.
“I am gonna talk to him, for the last time.” Drank from it.
Elias was sat on the couch, drinking as well.
“If you think is worth to try it....” Smiled.
The Godfather stared the landscape through the window. His office was lightened
by the thunders.
“Manuel is very important. I won’t give up on him, never.” Shook his head,
emptying the glass.
Elias smiled, rested the glass on the table, approached his man and sat on his
lap.
“You were so gentle and nice...” Hugged his lover’s neck.
Pacho smiled, cheeky.
“Do you like that?” Bitting his own lips.
“I like everything you do...” Caressed his hair.
They kissed.
Tenderly.
Deeply.
 
Still sleepy, Manuel heard a knock on his door.
Woke up fastly, standing up and sitting on the bed.
Opened the door slowly.
Pacho was standing in front of him, wearing a soccer player uniform.
Manuel stared.
“Let’s play soccer?” Smiling.
The sicario frowned in disgust.
“Don’t you think, I...”
“I am just inviting you for a soccer match...I’m not here for what you think.”
Serious.
The older lover stared.
Thought.
Ok.
Manuel gave up space for him to get in, closing the door right after.
“Why you didn’t invite your men?” Irritated.
“Because I don’t want play in a big team, just two people today.” Serious.
Manuel stared suspicious.
“Really? Why me?”
“You are the best one to play. Don’t tell my men, ok?” Laughing.
Manuel stared again.
He wasn’t buying it.
Cheeky smiled, the Godfather asked.
“Despite all the problems, we are still friends, aren’t we?”
The sicario stared, shook his head and chuckle.
“Yeah...”
 
A huge gym in Cali was built some years ago when Pacho got rich. It was a big
place in the city, and the Godfather used to organize his soccer matches when
the weather wasn’t so good to play outside.
Manuel walked inside the place.
It was a little dark.
Pacho turned on the lights.
Holding the ball, the sicario observed around.
They were alone.
“Are we really gonna play?” Dubious.
Pacho smiled, cheeky.
“Sure.” Walking around the place to prepare it.
Manuel stared.
Pacho was checking on him.
Nasty gaze.
“I’m gonna change my clothes.” Serious, the sicario walked to the locker area.
Already inside of it, Manuel started to take of his t-shirt and pants, just
wearing his underwear.
He heard a voice right behind.
“I really love your body...”
The sicario stared.
Pacho was standing against the wall, smoking a cigarette.
Manuel let his clothes on the wood bench.
“It used to be all yours...” The sicario answered back, opening the locker.
Cheeky smiled.
“Was it? Couldn’t it be anymore?”
Manuel took a deep breath.
Pacho had a strong sexy voice.
It was difficult to resist it.
“No.” Breathing.
“Don’t you miss me? I mean, sucking you... all of you... your dick?”
Provocative.
Manuel freeze.
That damn man knew what he was doing.
“Shut up, Pacho!” Irritated.
The Godfather smiled satisfied.
“Why? Are you afraid of me?” Closer.
Manuel laughed.
“Me? Please...” Closed the locker.
“Answer then...”
Manuel deviated.
“I don’t have to answer anything.”
Pacho put out the cigarette on the floor, hands in the pocket.
“You have no idea how important you are for me, baby.” Low voice.
Manuel took a deep breath.
That damn word.
Baby.
“You miss me and don’t want to admit.” Bitting the lips.
Manuel didn’t answer back.
“I love you.” The Cali leader said.
Manuel closed the eyes, tearing.
“And I love Elias too, both of you.”
He didn’t want to hear the boy’s name.”
“Stop!” Screamed.
“No, I won’t stop until you get back home.” Firm.
Manuel decided to walk away, going to the shower.
Pacho followed right behind.
“Where is Silvia?”
“It’s not your concern!” Stared.
Pacho smiled, cheeky.
“Did she dump you, didn’t she?”
Manuel got furious, using one hand to punch the man in front of him.
Pacho easily grabbed it.
“You did this to me! You turned me into a fag, abandoned me and even destroy
the new relationship I was trying to build!”
Pacho pushed him.
“Please, Manuel! I never turned you what you already are!”
Manuel stared, crying.
Desperate.
“Silvia knew you are my man and always will be! That’s why she left you!”
Serious.
“I hate you!” Tears falling down.
“No, you don’t.” Got closer.
The sicario kicked the wall.
“Does she treat you, the way I do?” Approaching.
Manuel shook his head.
Damn voice.
He knows how to control him.
Confessed.
There was nothing do to about it.
It was the truth.
“No, she doesn’t.” Breathing.
“Does she do what I do?” Closer.
“No.” Sighed.
Getting closer, Pacho held Manuel’s hands.
The sicario looked him in the eyes.
That gaze.
That damn gaze.
Opened shirt.
Crocodile’s necklace on the hairy chest.
Messy hair.
Cheeky smile.
Sexy beard.
“Kiss me. Just one kiss.” Pacho begged, softly.
Manuel let to be kissed.
The only satisfying kiss.
Wet tongue.
Dancing through circles.
Lips being bitten.
Forehead against forehead.
“Nobody cares about you, as I do.” The Godfather hugged him closer.
Manuel took a deep breath.
He was surrendered.
Gently, the Godfather started to undress his older lover.
Touching his body.
Both erections finding each other, feeling their hardness.
Kisses being exchanged.
“I love your body... “ Touching it. “This chest is something...” The leader
admired it.
It was good to feel that nose Manuel love so much, dancing around his body.
The kisses Pacho spread in his belly, finding his penis and covering it with
his whole mouth.
Sucking gladly.
Wet hot mouth.
Hot saliva.
Just Pacho could make him feel loved.
Important.
Happy.
Both on the floor, laid down on their clothes.
Bodies being touched.
Warm hairy Pacho’s body could touch Manuel’s shaved.
The sicario could feel the love again.
Pacho whispered to his ear.
“You are mine.”
Manuel nodded in despair.
He was dominated again and couldn’t do anything to stop it.
“Be on four.”
Manuel obeyed, fastly. The Cali leader spitted on his mouth, preparing his
entrance, masturbating his penis.
“You have no idea how much I needed to do this.” The leader breathed.
And he did it.
Penetrated him intensely.
The love they shared could be heard outside, but they didn’t care.
Hair being pulled.
Manuel loved the sensation to have Pacho back.
In him.
Moving fastly.
In and out.
Dominating him.
He was his man again.
Manuel came, moaning loudly.
Pacho did right after.
Both on the floor, Manuel laid his head on Pacho’s chest.
“Asshole...”
The Godfather laughed, holding his chin and kissing it.
“Back home.”
Manuel stared, smiling.
“Gosh... do you get whatever you want, don’t you?”
“Always...” Laughing.
Nose touching nose.
Sweat.
“So...let’s go to our warm bed?” Looked around. “Not this cold and dirty locker
area.”
Manuel sighed.
How he could resist?
He belongs to him.
Again.
Always.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry, I coudln't post yesterday! I'm gonna update weekly until the
     end. See ya!
***** Back Home *****
Elias was already in front of the mansion’s yard waiting for them to arrive.
When the limousine parked, Pacho got off smiling, he opened the car’s door and
winked to his younger lover. The boy smiled in response.
It was a sign Manuel was probably back home.
The sicario got off as well, stopped in front of him, and stared the boy in
anger. Elias smiled to him saying hello. Manuel didn’t greet, just ignored and
walked in front of him to get inside the house.
Elias looked at Pacho who hugged and kissed him.
“Don’t get sad if he...”
“It’s ok, Pacho.” Nodding. “We need to give him time. That’s all.”
The Godfather smiled to his younger lover, Elias was very mature to his age.
“Let’s get inside?” The boy invited. “I asked for the cooker preparing Manuel’s
favorite food.” Smiling.
“I am going to talk to him, I promise.” The Cali leader winked.
The former waiter held his hand.
“I know, I trust you.” Smiled.
 
Already in their bedroom, Manuel finished the bath. Pacho opened the door when
the man was wearing his robe.
“Elias prepared a dinner for us. Let’s join him?” Smiling, undressing his
colorful shirt.
Manuel shook his head.
“No. Let’s have dinner here.” Serious, finishing tying his lace.
Pacho stared.
“He prepared everything, Manuel.”
The older lover walked to the armchair.
“That’s his problem. I want to have dinner here, you and me.”
Pacho sighed.
“Please, Manuel...”
The sicario sat in the armchair, and crossed his strong legs.
“We haven’t talk about some things.”
Pacho frowned in response.
“I have my conditions.” The sicario stared.
“Tell me them.” Pacho walked to the window, hands in the pants pocket.
The older lover stared to the man in front of the window.
“First, he won’t sleep with you in our bed. Second, he won’t share the dinner,
breakfast or anything with us. It’s you and me or you and him.”
Pacho stared a little furious.
“I hope you understand and accept my conditions.” The sicario stood up, opened
a bottle of wine in a table, fill a glass and drank.
The Godfather shook his head and stared the landscape out there.
“Jesus Christ.”
“Don’t worry, your baby boy is more comprehensible than me I supposed.” The
sicario stared, glass in one hand.
Pacho sighed.
He wasn’t in the mood for arguing again.
He would solve everything in a near future.
“Ok, baby. I will talk to him.”
Manuel frowned.
Wow.
So easy.
Pacho got closer.
“If this make you stay here with me...Ok.” Hugged him closer.
Manuel nodded, returning the hug.
Serious gaze.
Pacho sighed.
“I am going to ask for the maid bring our dinner here. Ok?”
The sicario nodded and walked to the bathroom once more. The Godfather left the
bedroom, walking to the dinner table. Elias smiled when he saw the lover.
“Everything is ready.” Finishing arranging the cutlery.
Pacho sighed.
“Sorry, baby. Manuel doesn’t want to have dinner here.” Hugged and caressed his
face.
Elias stared.
“Does he want to have it in the bedroom?”
Pacho just nodded.
“Ok, I will ask for the girls serve us there.” Stopped the hug to walk to the
kitchen.
Pacho sighed once more and pulled him closer.
“No. It’s not that.” Stared in his eyes. “Manuel doesn’t want you to join us.”
Elias stared, smiled and sighed.
“Ok... I get it.” Shrugged the shoulders. “I am gonna eat here and you guys can
have dinner alone.”
Pacho hugged him even more.
“Sorry to put you through this. I...” Held his chin.
“That’s ok.” Serious. “We have to be very comprehensible right now.” Smiling.
Pacho smiled and caressed his face.
What a boy he had.
There is no way he would send Elias away.
 
In the dinner table in the bedroom, Pacho and Manuel were drinking wine.
The sicario smiled and Pacho said.
“You have no idea how you were missed.”
“I suffered so much.” Head down.
The Godfather held his hand.
“You have no idea how I suffered too.”
Both stared to each other, Manuel smiled.
“Let’s forget. We are home now.”
Pacho smiled as well.
Sighed.
He hopes everything would be ok now.
 
Elias was already on bed when Pacho sat beside him. The boy smiled and said.
“Was the food good?”
Pacho smiled, sad.
“Sorry for not being here with you...”
“That’s ok.” Sat on the bed. “Manuel will change his mind. I promise.”
The Godfather smiled.
“Will he?”
“Sure.” The boy winked. “I will make him to.”
Pacho caressed his face.
“You are such a good boy.”
Elias laughed.
“Stop treat me like a child! I’m not a boy!”
Pacho laughed, pulled him to a kiss and teased.
“Yes, you are...”
 
The sun was shinning next morning and the lights were invading the mansion.
Pacho went out for a meeting with the Rodriguez Brothers, while Manuel decided
to work out at the gym Pacho built for him.
It was very hot outside.
No shirt, the sicario started with his push ups exercises. Elias approached
some time later, carrying a tray with some food.
Smiling, the boy looked at him.
“I brought you some food.” Resting in a table. “Don’t worry, it’s diet. I know
you don’t eat unhealthy food.”
Manuel stared, serious.
“I don’t need anything. I know how to prepare my own food.”
The boy ignored the bad behavior, smiling, he sat in a bench in front of him.
“I know you do. I was just trying to be nice.” Still smiling.
Manuel ignored, and kept his routine exercises.
The boy observed.
Manuel was really handsome, it was good to admire that body with strong
muscles.
The sicario noticed the boy was checking on him.
“What are you doing?” Stopped, completely sweat.
“I am admiring the view.” Winked.
Manuel stared in anger.
“Don’t you have nothing better to do? Go to school?” Dried his face in a towel.
The boy shook his head.
“ I don’t have class today, and I like to admire beautiful views. Yours is
quite interesting.” Winked.
Manuel was getting more and more irritated.
Nasty boy.
What the fuck?
“I know what you are doing. I want you to stop and leave, boy.”
Elias smiled, cheeky.
Manuel’s words weren’t affecting him.
“Oh come on... It’s so good to look at you. Don’t ask me to leave, Manuel.” He
begged like a spoiled child.
The sicario stared, holding himself to not laugh.
The boy was really cheeky.
“Go out!” Serious.
Elias laughed.
“No. I won’t leave.” Crossed his arms, laughing. “I can’t stop looking to a man
so perfect as you.”
Manuel dressed his shirt, furious, opened the door and left in anger.
Elias stood there.
Laughing.
He would win Manuel over.
It doesn’t matter how.
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