Don't Mess With the Boss: Rozdział IV [ENG]

SUCCOUR [M]

“Daehyun Hyung, are you sure this is the place?” he peeked carefully through the car window and looked at high, brick fence. He spotted at least six cameras around and it worried him. If their Hyung really was in a place with such a high security level, God only knows what will happen to him. Not to say, if he was still alive... With worried expression he looked at the man beside him, who was currently searching for something on his computer, not really noticing anything around him. He sighed and patted the brown haired man on the shoulder, trying to draw his attention.

Finally, the elder looked away from the screen, nodding his head confidently.

“I’m 100% sure Jonguppie, this is the place. My tracking devices never fail, how can you even question them?” he added, looking at the younger one reproachfully.

“Ok, so you’re sure. And what do we do next? Did you saw all the cameras? And when we were passing by the gate, there were like, four guards! And we don’t know how it is inside, if they have any guarding dogs or automatic weapons! I don’t think we can handle them at this point at all” he looked doubtfully at only two SIG – Sauer’s they had; it was too dangerous to try and smuggle more weapons, too big of a risk. Also, they had agreed that they wouldn’t buy any guns in Italy, since it would leave some kind of trace of them and they didn’t want someone to find them later by this trace.

It all started three days ago, when they couldn’t contact with Himchan Hyung for two days straight. His phone was actually on, but the only thing they heard when they were calling, was the answering machine with his voice on it. Two weeks before, they agreed that they wanted to spend their vacation together, somewhere in Italy. Because Himchan’s  holiday was starting two days earlier before them, it was decided that the raven haired man will go to Italy first, and do some research for a good place to rest. So when the time came, and they couldn’t contact with him, it made them feel nervous and worry about their friend.

And then,  Daehyun recalled, that they can actually track Himchan and his possible whereabouts. One can wonder how, but it’s pretty simple. Daehyun was by profession a vocal trainer, but his hobby was hacking. He knew all weird and suspicious programmes that allowed him to do a lot more on the Internet than any normal human can do. Although he claimed he wasn’t doing anything serious with the programmes and that he wasn’t hacking any government organizations, his hobby took a toll on him. Gradually, he started to be a little obsessed with his surroundings, and silently started to spy on everyone he knew. Jongup and Himchan were aware of it, and when their attempts to convince their friend that he could trust them failed, they let him be.

Jongup thought that it was pretty ironic - something they tried to get rid of helped them in such a situation. It took Daehyun only ten minutes to tape into some programme Himchan’s phone number and in the next minute there was a map before them, showing them some street on the suburbs of Rome. The next day, they were seated in a plane, guns safely hidden so that security wouldn’t notice them.  And here they were, in a rented car, at their destined location, and not a single idea how to take it from there.

Daehyun hummed something under his nose, scanning the brick fence and several cameras seated in strategic points. He then turned once more to face his laptop and tapped something on it for a while, probably looking for something.

Jongup also looked at the fence and furrowed his brows in worry. I hope that Himchan Hyung is okay... if he is still alive that is... he shook his head a bit and tried to ward his pessimistic thoughts. Of course Himchan Hyung was okay. There was no other way.

“I got it!” the younger male jumped on his seat in surprise at his Hyung’s triumphant shout. He peeked a little at the screen and frowned, seeing a really detailed map of the area.

“Don’ tell me you were looking for another cake shop Hyung, AGAIN” he emphasized the last word, looking  at him with mixed expression.

“Well, this one too. But we will go there after we rescue Himchan Hyung.” He added quickly, seeing how the hand of younger male started to shake a little. Maybe he was older and Jongup should respect him, but in times like this, all hierarchy was being thrown out somewhere. “I have an idea how we will enter the property” he smiled, clearly proud of himself.

“Oh, really? Hyung, the last time when you had an idea and you were proud of it, Himchan Hyung had to pay a bail for you” Jongup looked at him sceptically.

Daehyun pouted a little, but said nothing about it. His plan was great, just perfect, it was people who disturbed him. It wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t ran respectively fast so that the police wouldn’t catch up on him.

“But it’s different now, Jonguppie. I really have a plan...”

*~*~*~*~*~*

He peeked carefully through the door. He was doing it for a few days already and it became some kind of habit of his. He couldn’t work, unless he checked on the raven haired man firstly in the morning. It was still early, as always, and Yongguk expected him to be asleep, as any other day.

He pulled the door a little bit more, and he found himself starring with eyes wide open and a string of saliva coming out of the corner of his mouth. Because the man who was laying on the bed, was far from being asleep.

The sheets he was covered with were now lying on the floor, and also Himchan’s shirt was nowhere to be found. His boxers were a little too low for Yongguk’s liking, as one slender hand belonging to the raven slipped under them slowly. Himchan’s head was thrown back onto the pillow and his plump lips parted deliciously, letting out a small moan, when his hand gripped the base of his hard cock. His other hand still was unable to move, so he couldn’t touch himself any more than with his right hand. His pink, perk nipples stood proudly, making an almost screaming contrast with the milky, flawless skin of his body. His chest was going up and down in heavy breaths, indicating his growing excitement.

Yongguk gulped loudly, trying very hard not to choke on his own saliva. The space in his pants was still decreasing, and the material started to be uncomfortable against his own cock as he felt how it grew in a few moments. Oh God, how he wanted to take now, in this second, the other male, claiming him forever as his. He took one step inside, and the floor creaked loudly under him. He stopped, petrified, but Himchan hadn’t notice him. His hips lifted a little, so he could slide the boxers past his hips and thighs awkwardly with one hand. The older man felt his cock throbbing painfully at the sight of the other, a drop of pre-cum leaking out of the tip, glittering slightly in the morning light. He let a small moan past his lips, but Himchan didn’t seem to hear it. The hand of the raven haired man again trailed to grab his erection, squeezing it tightly. The low, hoarse moan from Himchan’s lips made Yongguk grab the door frame tightly, almost moaning to it in response. His erection was now so painfully swollen that he felt like he could pass out if he didn’t touch the younger man. When he looked down, he saw a big, wet spot, staining the front of his pants. His attention once more was turned to the beautiful being on the bed; a delicate hand now travelled past his erection, playing a little with his balls and gaining a string of mewls and moans, but after a moment vanished between his legs, prodding teasingly at his entrance.

He couldn’t suppress a low growl from the bottom of his throat at this sight. Finally, Himchan’s hazy gaze turned to him, and he stopped his ministrations for a moment, looking really surprised. His cheeks turned even more red, and his face looked like a tasty cherry tomato. His eyes looked down, noticing the bulge in the other’s pants; a cheeky smile crawled upon his face, as he reached his right hand in Yongguk’s direction, mewling silently, his cock twitching in excitement of what was to come.

“Come to me, baby. Let me take care of you.” He purred, sending him another smile, and the last wall of resistance crumbled in Yongguk’s mind.

His steps were big and resolute; when he reached the man on the bed, he couldn’t help himself and touched the throbbing cock, listening in awe to the moans Himchan was producing and watching as his body was writhing in want for him.

BEEEP. BEEEP. BEEEP.

He snapped his eyes open and looked with a murderous look at the alarm clock. He shut it off and threw with anger across the room, pissed at the whole world that this was just a dream. He still was on the couch in the living room, as he decided to wait for Zelo to come back. When the clock shown him 10 p.m., Yongguk set up an alarm to 2 a.m. In case Zelo hasn’t returned yet, he would go and search for him. He looked around himself; there was only silence across the apartment – only on the tv there were some silent shameless moans from some cheap, boring porn. He cursed it loudly under his breath, blaming it for his wet dream.

 Judging from all of that, the kid hasn’t returned yet. He has to go search for him. A painful moan escaped his lips, when he shifted a little on the sofa and his throbbing erection brushed against the zip of his pants.

But first of all, he has to take care of his business. And the best place for that is the bathroom.

When he finally felt able to go and look for his son, he checked Junhong’s bedroom to be sure that he still was gone; the bed was all crumpled and the sheets were thrown partially on the floor, but the blonde boy was nowhere to be found.

Yongguk furrowed his brows slightly, wondering were his son could be wandering at this late hour. He doubted that he stayed in Himchan’s room, he was too much of a shy boy to sleep in a room of someone he met a few days ago. Marzia was also out of question; no matter how close they were, she was still a woman and sleeping in her room would be too embarrassing for him. Youngjae? Rather not, he was out for the night to take care of some business he didn’t really want to talk about, and the man assumed that it had something to do with his stepmother.

His level of adrenaline started to rise when he realized there were no more options he could think of.

Calm down, Bang Yongguk. He’s a grown boy, he can take care of himself. He wouldn’t be so reckless as to walk out somewhere completely alone. He took a deep breath, and the another one, and another one, trying to calm himself down.  Maybe he should just wait for him, show him that he trusts his son, and that he considers him as a young adult. But then, he said that he would be back in a minute.

Screw this, I’m going for him.

He jumped from the couch he once sat on in the process of thinking, rushing to the door. And suddenly, there was only darkness. Yongguk blinked, shocked that suddenly he couldn’t even see his own hand, and collided with all his force with the door.

*~*~*~*~*~*

When he awoke, it was still the middle of the night. He yawned quietly, not wanting to wake up the blonde boy, who was sleeping soundly beside him, his arm tangled with Himchan’s right. Zelo’s body was gently enlightened with the moonlight that was shining through the window, and the raven smiled warmly. At that moment the boy looked like some kind of angel sent from Heavens. By reflecting the light, his bright hair was surrounded by a magical glow, like a halo. He murmured something in his sleep and smiled a small smile, snuggling his cheek a little more into the pillow. Himchan chuckled lightly, patting his hair carefully, aware not to awake the teenager up.

They were talking till late at night and the blonde started to feel sleepy. He promised to go to bed in 5 minutes, but instead fell asleep on Himchan’s shoulder. He planned to wake him up in a couple of minutes, but ended up not being able to do so. The sight of the innocent boy remembered him of his own friends, who were now probably out of their minds, trying to find him. He was especially afraid of how Jongup was doing without him. They were always almost inseparable, particularly since this year, as the younger graduated from high school and was working in his summer time, waiting for the college year to start. He’ll be okay. Daehyun is with him, he tried to assure himself; when people closest to him were in danger, the brown haired man wouldn’t let himself be reckless, and Himchan knew this like nobody else. There was no other option. Jongup and Daehyun were safe – definitely. With this thoughts on his mind, he travelled into his slumber, placing gently his head on the boy’s shoulder.

He looked out of window, starring at the night sky and the big moon in his last quarter. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had seen in a while and he had to fight the urge to hum his favourite ‘night’ song under his nose, remembering about the still sleeping kid.

When his thoughts once again started to trail off somewhere, he heard how the door knob turned slowly and suddenly a beam of light hit him, sending shivers down his spine and letting a muffled shriek from between his hand escape his lips.

“I’m sorry. Did I scare you?” a low, almost growling voice. The scary pervy guy? Yongguk? What was he doing here this late at night? Himchan gasped, terrified. He didn’t want to rape him, right? He was a good boy after all!

The string of light travelled from his startled face and rested on the younger boy; Himchan could tell, that the man sighed in relief seeing the teenager soundly asleep.

“So he was here after all” he muttered, taking a step inside and directing to the bed.

“Aa, yes. He came here around 8 p.m. and we talked. I told him to go to sleep, but he just fell asleep here and I didn’t have the heart to wake him up” he said quickly, gulping loudly and stuttering a little, as the well built man sat on the verge of the mattress. Finally Himchan was able to look at him properly, thanks to the light from the torch, which was now illuminating the man. His hair was messy and his clothes crumpled, like he fell asleep somewhere he shouldn’t sleep. The raven could see clearly his plump lips, formed in a little smile, and his still sleepy eyes, filled with a relief that he found his son.

When the blonde looked at him with his wild eyes and send him a wide smile, along with a hoarse, quiet “Thank you for taking care of him”, he had to turn away his eyes. Well, this was going a little too far. This man tried to harm him, and now he was smiling to him like nothing had ever happened, and the worst of it all was that Himchan was okay with it. Worse, he liked it. REALLY liked it. His heart started to beat faster, and he felt like for no reason he started to sweat like a pig. He nodded nervously in reply, still somewhat afraid to look the man in the eye. After a moment though, he sneaked a peak at Yongguk, turning cherry red after seeing his gaze all over himself. The older male seemed to notice how weird was this situation and averted his gaze, also blushing a little.

“Well, it may be better if I turn the light on” Himchan whispered, and tried to turn on the lamp on his nightstand, but nothing happened.

“There was a blackout, we still don’t have the power.” The older explained, seeing his confused expression. The black haired man nodded in understanding and once more there was only silence.

“Soo...” the blonde man started awkwardly, brushing the back of his neck in embarrassment, and Himchan turned his eyes to him “I know that our first meeting wasn’t the one you would call the best, but I want to apologize for my behaviour and start over. My name is Bang Yongguk, and as you already know, I’m a legal father of this rascal sleeping here.” He reached out his hand to Himchan, smiling shyly, and Himchan hesitated for a moment, before grabbing it lightly, felling the shivers in his spine. He smiled back at him, feeling the grip of his big, warm hand clenching a little more on his smaller, pale palm.

“Alright. My name is Kim Him...”

Suddenly the door burst open, and they jumped, Himchan letting out a loud shriek, and Zelo falling off the bed in shock. Yongguk frowned and tensed his muscles, ready to defend the two younger men.

In front of them there were two figures, which they couldn’t tell much from each other because of the overwhelming darkness, and even the moonlight wasn’t of a big help.

They were aiming at them with their guns, and the oldest tried to calm down and think of some sort of plan.

“Hands up, you motherfucker!” one of them growled and Himchan frowned, looking how they aimed only at Yongguk. He hesitantly raised his hands in the air, still watching them closely, a wild and dangerous look in his eyes, amplified by the cadaverous light of the torch. When the slightly higher rushed to them suddenly, a wave of realisation hit Himchan, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

No way this was happening.