Mafia Modravé

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Meeting new people and making new friends was never really a hard thing for eighteen year old Cove; things like that just came naturally to him. He could pick up conversation with a random person anytime, anywhere and at anyplace. It his was second nature to be able to do so.

And doing so, he has met some of the strangest yet, the most interesting people ever. Not once, has sparking up a conversation with a random person caused him any immediate danger. Sure, a few times he has ended up getting to know a couple crackheads and a drunk, but they never caused him any harm.

It was that one man however, that one man that, completely unbeknownst to Cove, he would meet this fateful night that would change his entire white picket fence life forever.

That man was called, Modravé De Costa Lopez.

It all started when the gay eighteen year old took a very cliché trip to a gay bar away from his suburban town and into the city, in search of a new found friend or a quick f**k for the night. Either possible outcome didn't spoil or deter Cove from having a great night.

That very same night, a certain man also decided to stop at the pumping gay club, his intentions of business turning into intentions driven by lust once he laid eyes of the brunette boy.

A boy who was barely legal enough to even be in a bar such as this, stood in the corner of the room, chatting to a drunken man who was definitely trying to woo the boy with his drunken humour. The boy looked so soft and so beautiful, stood there with the clubs brightly coloured light illuminating across his soft, flawless skin and outlining his gorgeous features.

Modravé wanted to walk over to the boy and take him for himself, but oddly, his feet remained in place. So, he stood there, staring as the boy tried to help the drunken man regain his balance from his little stumble which had left him a giggling mess.

Modravé wanted to rip the man away from the boy and kill him. Just because he was touching the boys' flawless skin. Skin like that is not made to be touched with filthy hands like that. Skin like his should be caressed softly, be shown love and have delicate kisses be placed upon it. But sometimes, Modravé's name should be scratched upon the pale skin; Modravé should mark the skin for himself and make sure the boy knows who is the only one allowed to touch him in such ungodly ways.

Soon enough though, when the man's hands began to wander around the boys body did Modravé finally move. He stalked closer to the boy, watched how his face screwed up – obviously uncomfortable by the touch of the man. Modravé soon finds himself behind the drunk man and eyes connected with the boys deep green ones.

"C'mon, baby. Let's get out of here, l-lemme show you what I got", the man unattractively slurs.

The boys eyes flicker towards Modravé, but he does not say anything.

Modravé then proceeds to fling the drunk mistake away from the soft skinned boy and onto the floor. The man yells out, catching a few party goers attention, before the turn around again uninterested.

Modravé turns to the boy who is looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Hey! That wasn't nice!" The boy frowns. Modravé hardly hears him.

Modravé isn't sure what to say as he isn't very good when it comes to words, and especially not small talk. It's the thing he hates most, sparking up a conversation. Modravé has always been better with actions, rather than words to be honest.

"My name is Modravé", he tells the young lad, sending him a little smile disregarding the boys frustration at the treatment of the drunken man.

The boy straightens up and stares up at Modravé.

"Cove", he replies swiftly, his voice is so quiet that the larger man had to strain in order to catch it.

Cove flinches when his hand is grabbed and shaken. The big guys hands are so rough, and Cove is sure that is he doesn't stop shaking his arm will fall off! "Whoa there big guy! You're gonna' take my hand off in a minute", Cove attempts to joke, placing a hand on the man's forearm to get him to stop shaking. However, the mans eyes widen and he quickly retracts his hand.

"Uh, no, no. I didn't mean to hurt you", the man speaks, his voice deep and raspy. The music is making it hard to hear the man, but when he does, Cove hears his strong accent and wonders where he is from, he sounds a little Russian but also a little Spanish. He can't figure it out.

"It's okay! No need to worry, my arm is okay, see?" Cove smiles and lifts up his arm. The man smiles, with teeth and everything.

The large man says something else but Cove doesn't quite catch on as 'girls ain't loyal' blasts through the speakers.

Cove taps his ear, in an attempt to let the man know that he can't hear him. Once the man does catch on, he's pointing over to the exit. Cove nods and the next thing he's being pulled through the buzzing crowd with his hand being clamped down on by a much larger one.

"Damn, Michael. That's a tough grip you got there", Cove jokes once they get outside. The air is quite nippy at takes Cove's over heated body by surprise making him shiver.

The man quickly takes off his leather jacket and brings it over the boys shoulders. Cove can't help but smile at how cheesy this is. This big oaf is actually hella sweet, who thought.

"Michael? I'm not called Michael, it's Modravé", the man says and Cove can feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment. How horrifically rude of him, oh no.

"Sorry", Cove meekly apologises, tugging the warm coat closer to his small, frail body. Cove wants to roll his eyes because this 'jacket' is more or less a blanket on him.

"How old are you? I'm 28", Modravé tells Cove.

Cove nods and replies: "I'm 18, I turn 19 in a couple months".

After a quick silence between them, Modravé says: "You're very beautiful, Cove". Cove is flattered.

Before Cove can say something back at the man, the oaf is leaning in, taking Cove's head into his hands and kissing him. "Mmm, mmm, mmm", Cove's futile attempts to trying to sass him for his quick and intrusive kiss gets put at a standstill when the man's tongue is working against his own. Cove decides that this kiss is actually very nice and that he'd like so partake in it, so he stops fussing and does so immediately.

Cove whimpers in to man's mouth as Modravé's chest rumble's as he chuckles in to the kiss all while proceeding to continuously squeeze at Cove's derriere.

Cove pulls back and lightly hits the man's chest, "Stop that!"

Modravé stares fondly at the younger boy, bathing in how he was the cause of he boys flushed cheeks, lust filled eyes and swollen rouge lips. "You don't enjoy?"

Cove takes a deep breath and looks away, feeling embarrassed that this man who he's only just met, can arouse him so quickly and by doing somewhat of the simplest things. I mean, he's only kissing him and touching him slightly!

"You're so beautiful", the man slowly repeats, his voice holding a lot of edge to it.

Cove stutters in his reply, trying to get the words out. Modravé laughs again, pecking at Cove's cold cheek and holding his small body close to his own. "Why did you come here? Um, to this club? babe" He asks, his accent still very strong despite using the American term of endearment.

Without meeting the man's piercing chocolate eyes, Cove shrugs. "Jus' like coming out, s'all".

"To do what? Meet men?"

Cove pulls a face at that. What is this oaf implying? Cove can actually go to a nightclub to only make friends, you know. I mean -- he did come this time to have some frisky time, but, but... shut up.

"That's none of your business". Cove pushes at Modravé's chest, and surprisingly the man lets him go. Cove shrugs off the jacket, letting it fall to the ground before walking away towards the exit of the alley. He scoffs when he hears the man laugh, then his footsteps which appear to be following him.

To be sure, Cove turns around and just as he suspected, the man is following him with a devious look on his face. "C'mon, doll. Stay with me?"

"No! I'm going home. Piss off", Cove yells back, eventually turning the corner away from the alleys entrance. After a couple minutes of walking and no obvious footsteps behind him, he peers behind his shoulder again. However, there was no sign of the big oaf.

Without knowing how to feel, Cove makes his way home, back to his little rural suburban town.

He falls asleep that night with a heavy heart and a mind clouded with all these different theories made by Cove, of what the man is about. Who is he actually? Why did he like Cove so much? Oh jheeze, what if he was a murderer? That wouldn't be great.

The following morning, he had already informed two of his closest friends about what happened the previous night with the large, foreign oaf. "You do understand that this guy could be a freak? He could just be some dude that's prowling on–"

"Oh, shut up, Danny. Don't listen to him, Cove. Maybe... He's a normal guy that thinks you're cute but moves a bit too quickly," Vicky cuts him.

Cove shrugs and stabs at his bit of charred beef. f**k. He really regrets telling these two about what happened. He doesn't need this right now. "And you have to quit going into the city by yourself; what would your father say?" Vicky reminds making Cove roll his eyes in annoyance.

"Stop bringing up my father, all he does if follow by the book and its f*****g annoying."

"She's just trying to help, Cove", Danny defends with a small frown.

Cove shakes his head and continues whatever he was doing. Vicky and Danny look at each other and Vicky sighs. "Look, Cove. We're just worried about you, that all. The city is pretty corrupt and dangerous, you going out there constantly by yourself if not good. Do you understand where I'm coming from?"

Cove doesn't reply.

Vicky sighs sadly. "I get that you want to go and explore. You've always said that you'd like to go around the world, didn't you? But, babe– the city, is a dangerous place to explore. You said that nothing ever happens to you when you go there but look at what's happened now.. Some man had forcibly kissed you and against your will. That could've evolved into so much more, just imagine what that man could've done–"

"But he didn't do anything did he?!" Cove yells, frustration the cause of his outburst.

Vicky backs off and looks towards Danny in help but only receives a shrug. Cove breaths heavily and runs a hand through his hair. "Look. I'm sorry, Vic. I just -- I hate when people try to tell me what to do with my life, you know? I was fine last night, I handled myself and nothing happened. Besides, he just left me anyways".

"He what? Wait. Didn't you say you slapped him then ran off?"

Danny snickers as Cove hangs his head in shame. "Yeah, well, I lied. He just -- He just walked off I suppose".

"Wow. You're that bad at kissing?" Danny teases, effectively making Vicky snicker also. "Oh ha-ha, real f*****g funny, asshole. He didn't just walk off randomly; I was walking away from him thinking he was following behind me, but when I turned around he wasn't there anymore".

"Yeah because he probably saw that flat ass of yours".

Cove smirks at Danny's oblivious comment. "Yeah, well, he had a great time feeling it, so why wouldn't he have a great time looking at it, also?"

"Jesus", Danny breaths out. "You didn't f**k him did you?"

Cove laughs and shakes his head. "No".

Vicky pulls out a stall that's directly in front of Cove and sits down. "You must be pretty smitten with this guy if you love to talk about him so much, and, hey! You haven't even told us his name".

"I wouldn't say I'm smitten with him, Vic. I only met him last night, but I mean, he is hot. And it think it's something like.. M-Mi, no, no, it's uh, Mo- Modra- Oh! It's Modravé".

"Modravé? What type of name is that?" Danny asks, his face screwed up in distaste.

Cove shrugs. "I don't know, but he's f*****g gorgeous".