KLANCE!!! one-shots

Mafia

(Smut)

"The whole point in me coming here is to settle things between our groups!"

"As far as I'm concerned, you're lucky that I'm not killing you right now. Your demands for this deal are way to high."

"My demands are for my people, not you. If these are my demands then you must meet them!"

"I don't have to meet shit! I am the highest mafia boss this world has ever seen, and you will be listening to what I have to say. If I don't want to do something then I'm not going to do it!"

"But it's your job as the boss to-,"

"Lance?"

The door behind Lance squeaked open. The male that Lance has been talking to for the last 45 minutes is another Mafia boss, like Lance himself is. This one just so happen to be a big baby and was grumbling to himself. Meetings like this happen all the time, especially when you're number one. But this was getting rediculous. Lance had barely any free time to cuddle with the love of his life. Speaking of which, the man just so happen to stop grumbling to himself.

A boy walked through the door in incredibly short shorts and a crop top that hung off his shoulder. His shorts were black while his crop top faded from red at the bottom to black at the top. Beneath the crop top was a black tank top that seemed to be cut with scissors to make it a crop top as well. The boy had black boots and black hair that went down to his shoulders. Tons of rings and bracelets covered his arms and a small tattoo was barley shown pass the boys shorts that said, 'mi amor', in beautiful cursive handwriting.

"Yeah, babe?" Lance called.

The man sitting in front of Lance was silent, staring at the new boy that entered the room. The tension seemed to fade quickly as soon as the boy swayed his hips towards the mafia bosses. The man felt something drip onto his hand. Looking down, a small drop of blood was found. The man quickly raised a hand to his nose to stop the bleeding for a bit.

"When are you going to be done with this stupid meeting?" the boy asked, wrapping his arms around Lance's neck from behind.

"Now, Keith, you know that these meetings last a while."

The one named Keith whined and spun around to face Lance, "But baby!"

Lance laughed and pulled Keith onto his lap so the smaller one was straddling him. The smaller boy giggled and buried his head into his bosses neck while running his hand up and down Lance's chest. With a smile on his face, Lance cupped Keith's ass through his shorts and rubbed Keith's thigh with his other hand.

"Now, be a good boy and stay quiet while I wrap this up," Lance whispered in Keith's ear.

Keith bit his lip and nodded. Lance smiled and kissed Keith's head. With a sigh, Lance turned back to the man in front of him who had a tissue against his nose. Out of the corner of his eye, Lance could see the exact bodyguard who gave the man the tissue. Making a mental note the talk with the guard later, Lance smirked and gave Keith's ass another squeeze.

This was also part of the normal now. Whenever meetings seemed to run a bit long, Keith always joined. Maybe it was the extra attention, maybe it was the thrill of having someone like Lance by your side Either way, Keith loved it.

"Shall we continue?"

The man cleared his throat and wiped his nose one more time before sitting closer to the edge of his seat. Lance could see that the man's eyes weren't on him but on Keith. He could see him hungrily eye fucking what belonged to him. A growl escaped Lance's throat as he pulled Keith closer to him. The man shot his eyes up to Lance's to find him glaring dangerously at him.