My Whole Body Is Throbbing For You (boy x boy) *EDITING*

Falling Face Fist Into The Mafia King's Junk

Nico's POV
"Me!?! You expect me to survive in there!? Did you not realise that I was the one who let those wolves out of the garden and wreaked havoc in the whole kingdom!!?! That's not even the worst thing I've fucked up!" I whined.

"Don't you sass me boy, you know who I am!" She sassed, standing up and snapping her fingers sassily.

"Hey Trix, chill out, let me talk to him." Dylan piped in. "It's okay if you don't want to, but please consider this will be the perfect time to redeem yourself after previous experiences." He smiled at me.

I curled up in my chair with my ears pinned back. I felt bad for denying an opportunity to redeem myself.

"I'm sorry, Trix. I just thought I would dishonour your decision of choosing me instead of a more worthy subject. I hope you will forgive me...." I said, looking down at my paws.

"It's okay Nico, but I must insist you accept. Only you are worthy of this task." She smiled gently.

"I accept the offer. I hope I can make you proud, Queen Bellatrix Calcifer Jones." I smiled back.

"Go. Wait!! I almost forgot!! To the wardrobe!!!!" Wait what? Why do we need to go there??

Trix leapt out of her seat, grabbed my arm and dragged me upstairs. Harold let everyone out to leave, but kept Dylan behind.

Once we had finally arrived, she dragged me into a section of her walk in wardrobe that I had never seen before.

"That won't do, let's get you something.... sassy, sexy, mysterious!!" She giggled.

She pulled out outfit after outfit. She couldn't find anything that suited me.

"Wait!! I know just the thing!!" She dragged me deeper into the wardrobe, to her personal items. On one side, girly clothes, the other had manly clothes.

She pulled out a ripped up black gothic t-shirt, a pair of black fingerless gloves that reached over your elbows and a spiked black belt.

I tried on the outfit with my own skinny black jeans and red high tops. Trix stared at me in thought before taking off her black spiked choker and putting it on me.

"Well???" I asked, spinning slowly.

"Nice." She nodded.

She turned around and pulled a small case out before clicking it open.

"Makeup?"

"You have to look less like a zombie if your going to do your own little mission impossible!!" She smiled, before applying a thick layer of black eyeliner and a pale foundation. Finally, she added some black lipstick and a little magic so it wouldn't smudge off.

Once she finished she dragged me out and back into the meeting room where Dylan sat in an awkward silence.

"How does he look?" She asked him, causing him to jump and spin around.

"Oh hey, wow! He looks great!! If I was gay I would so tap that!" I gulped and praised Satan that neither of us were gay.

"So, do you think he's ready?"

"Hell yeah!!" He smiled.

Once we said our goodbyes Trix practically kicked me off the grounds and told me to get to that hideout.

By the time I arrived it was already nightfall and I thanked my ancestors for evolving to have night vision.

I crept to the entrance which was oddly not guarded and snuck in, being careful not to make myself known. I somehow managed to sneak to the main hall of the building undetected.

Once I had arrived, I quickly realised why there wasn't anybody on watch. Asleep. Every single one of them.

I crept between the sleeping bandits to the table in the centre of the room. A large map was laid across it. That, and a boy. A ginger cat furry, I believe. He was beautiful... His folded arms were placed on top of the map and his sleeping head rested upon them gracefully.

I noticed him stir a little, so I dived under the table and unfortunately, I landed face first into his junk. He smelled of beer and chocolate. It was nice.

I heard him jump up quickly and I knew he was awake. I crawled away from him as he stood up.

"What the hell.....??" I heard him mutter. "I wonder.... lieutenant!" He barked. Waking the larger man behind him. "Search this place, we have a visitor. Do not, under any circumstances, hurt them. That is an order!" He snapped.

"Yes sir! Right away sir! Men!! Wake up!! We have an order! Find our guest and bring them here unharmed!!" With that, every man left. All but one.

I heard him sniff the air.

"Ahhh.... strawberries, a hint of mint.... My guest is already here. Come out, little one!" He called. Shit.

Suddenly, his face appeared beside me as he stared at my quivering form.

"Don't be afraid, little one, I've been waiting many lifetimes to meet you. My name is Blake." He smiled gently.

"Me? What's so special about me?" I replied quietly.

"Oh? A boy? I had no idea...." He whispered to himself.

"I do look like a girl don't I?" I replied.

"Oh, not you, I didn't know I was umm... uhh...." He started.

"What?"

"Gay." He stated, looking down at the floor.

"Oh... okay."

"You haven't noticed yet, have you? What am I saying, you won't feel it, you're petrified, the adrenaline is messing with your nerves." He stated.

"Noticed what?" I didn't get an answer. He reached under the table and offered his hand to me. I took it reluctantly.

Once he pulled me out from under the table, he pulled me into a warm embrace.

"W-what are you doing!?" I spluttered.

"Sshhh.... you're okay.... calm down.... its gonna be okay...." He held me tightly, whispering soothing words into my ear. It was oddly calming....

The door bust open to reveal the lieutenant. I shoved him off me and jumped under the table on impulse. I curled up again as Blake watched me from where he fell.

"Sir, we've looked everywhere, we can't find that little shit... Oh... you found it..." the lieutenant stated. Blake stood up and brushed himself off. I noticed that he wore black skinny jeans, a bandana covering his right eye and a tight white top. His wrist were adorned with bracelets and another bandana.

"Leave!" His voice boomed menacingly.

"Sir-"

"I SAID GET OUT. NOW!!!" His voice replied even louder.

The lieutenant left quickly.

"I'm so sorry about that, but he frightened you, and he called you names." He frowned before offering his hand again. I slowly accepted it.

He lifted me into his warm embrace once more as he whispered soothing words.

"I won't let anyone hurt you, my love..." He said, holding me tighter.

"Come with me, we can find some privacy without fear of anyone scaring you, okay?" I nod slowly before he picked me up bridal style and carried me away.