Your son for Mine

chapter 4

You! Let's go." Lucas grabbed his shirt that was still in Mario's hand and walked off with his head high and his back straight. He didn't give a damn if Mario was following him or not. He pulled his shirt on when he reached the door, gave the doorman a goodbye peck on the cheek, and then headed out into the crisp Chicago night without a single backward glance.

Lucas took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He was pissed, hot, and horny. He exhaled and heard a throat clear. He turned around to find the Viking looking at him like he wanted to put him over his knee and spank him. Uh "no thanks".

Mario Bufford ." The man said as he reached his right hand out and held up an ID with his left hand. Lucas face felt pinched as he glanced up at the ID, and then extended his hand to shake Mario's.

" Lucas Dupont." Mario's grip was firm. Lucas looked him in the eyes and tried to remove his hand only to be pulled in close. He could feel Mario's breath on his face as the man's nostrils flared. Whoa, he was pissed.
 
"Nice to meet you, Lucas. Now let's go have ourselves a chat, shall we?"

Well, that went well. Mario thought to himself. He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck. They'd made the ride down to the Loop in total silence. His passenger had sat ramrod straight in his seat, looking directly ahead the whole time; occasionally he would let out a dramatic breath and turn to throw a glare at Mario. Great. Just what I need, a melodramatic, freakin' twink. The FBI better catch this perp quick. There are only so many episodes of Glee I can stand.

Mario sat on a bar stool at the island in Lucas's kitchen. His elbows rested on the counter as he scrubbed his face with his hands.

Lucas flitted, fucking flitted, around the kitchen. He grabbed a glass and poured himself some red wine before moving over to flip through the pages of a cookbook. Pointedly ignoring Mario.

"Listen," Mario started. "I know this isn't the most ideal situation, but someone out there wants to hurt you. And it's my job to stop them. I won't purposefully try to cramp your style or impeded​ your freedom, but unfortunately, until they stop this whacky, that is probably what is going to happen. The more unnecessary risks you take, the more opportunities you give him to be successful​ in his mission. The FBI is working leads. The Chicago PD is backing them up as necessary. With any luck this will be over before too long, and you can go back to your life in the clubs or wherever else it is that you want to be."

Lucas looked up from the cookbook and took a sip of his wine. "You're not telling me anything I don't already know."

Mario kept his voice calm and his body relaxed. Losing his temper would probably get him nowhere. "Look, can we just go over your daily routines​ and figure out how, at least for now, things are going to have to change?"

Lucas looked at him like he was a principal who had just called him into his office for cursing a teacher. Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen and down the hall. Mario sat and sighed. Lucas came out a minute later. He'd changed into gray jeans and a button-down red shirt that he'd left untucked. He came over to the counter, grabbed his keys, and without a word, headed to the door.