The boss's bitch boy (EminemxDre)

20 questions. Close call

After an hour of play fighting, Dre was wondering what the fuck he was doing. What the fuck this meant, for the gang and his family. Em was already in trouble.

"Wanna play 20 questions?" Em asked. He knew nothing much about Dre expect the fact he was a rapper and producer. That was about it. He wanted to know more.

"Why not," Dre smirks. He knew everything there is to know about this kid. His family wasn't the best. His dad left. His mum was a little crazy but he loved her anyways.

"What's your full name?" Em asked. He was starting off small.

"Andre Young, full name?" It was now Andre turn to question him. Even if he knew.

"Marshall Mathers the third, don't ask me why, my parents called me my dads name," Marshall shakes his head as he answered the question. Andre shrugs it off, he didn't mind. He still found him cute. Fuck.

"Ain't gonna ask about your job, when I know you're a rapper and producer. Favourite colour?" Marshall mental slaps himself for asking that question. Fucking stupid question. The fuck? ask him what his favourite colour is? Dumbass.

"Dark blue, always wearing it," Andre smirks finding him fucking cute for asking stupid questions but he couldn't help listen to him. Could listen to this kid all day but it doesn't last long before Andre heard gun shoots and two uniformed men come in, roughly grabbed Marshall.

Andre slowly gets up, grabbing his gun from the nightstand. How the fuck did they get in? How the fuck did they get past the heavily guarded gate? How the fuck did they have? Fuck!

"Move and I'll shoot him," One of the men spoke warning Andre. Ice and Snoop come around the corner aiming guns at them. Waiting for confirmation from Andre. He shakes his head.

"What's the plan? Kidnap the kid? Then what?" Andre questioned.

"Shoot him and what's the boss gonna do with you," Andre saw them swallow and glanced at each other. That's right fuckers, what's the boss gonna do with you? Ain't as bad as what I'm about to do with you.

Andre give Marshall a look telling him to duck, Marshall stares then gave a small nod. How he understood something like that was beyond him, he couldn't even explain himself.

Andre raised his gun smirking, Marshall ducks as Andre shot the guy in the head. The ruthlessness in Andre was outta this world and Marshall wasn't sure why he liked that so much, fuck he shouldn't. He's a murderer. The dominance he held and that cold ass smirk on his face was sort of sexy. Fuck what the fuck is wrong with him? He shouldn't be thinking this shit about Andre. But he couldn't help it.

Andre rolls his eyes, motherfuckers thinking they can get away without getting hurt or killed. I'm the motherfucking boss around here and no one questioned him which he liked.

"Vincent, clean this shit up," Andre yells, gripping Marshall's wrist and dragging him back to the room they had just been in. Andre was pissed off that he didn't know just how tight his hold on Marshall was until he heard the kid hiss sightly.

"Fuck," Andre cursed letting go, he was so use to punishing and torturing that when this kid was in pain, he did not like it. Not one bit. Was he that attached to the kid that he couldn't hurt him? Or let anyone hurt him for that matter? Fuck! No, mafia boss does not fall or get attached. No fucking way.

Marshall stares at him, not sure what to begin with or what to say. Like he was in shock or something like that. The fuck did he say? Or want to say? He was lost for words.

"Uh fuck, look i ain't ever seen someone get shot, I'm lost for words aight?" Marshall explained like it was some sort of question.

Andre's eyes held dangerous raging fires and demons that were dying to escape and burn Marshall alive but Andre didn't want to hurt this kid or he couldn't. He still was questioning himself about this kid. This blonde haired, baby blue eyes if you really looked at them. Fuck he was thinking to much on the topic.

Marshall swallows, watching his eyes hold that dangerous look and Marshall couldn't help the thought of wanting him to take him against the wall hard and deep. Fuck, you crazy? Sort of if he really thought about it. Andre raised an eyebrow as if questioning him.

Before Marshall could stop his mouth he was already uttering the words.

"Fuck me, against the wall hard." Andre blinks once, twice and then raised an eyebrow in confusion. Oh how fucking badly he wanted too. You know what? Fuck it.

Andre smirks slowly walking over to him, he was taking his time. As if waiting for him to change it at in minute. Once Andre was standing in front him, it was to late changing it now. He was going to take him hard, until he was screaming. Begging for release.

Andre unbuttoned his jeans, sliding the zipper down as he watched Marshalls eyes trailed down and watch him do it. Marshall gulps. Fuck. Why was that hot. Andre grins glancing at his adams apple bop up and down. He was nervous, Andre knew that.

"Relax, I ain't gonna hurt you. We've done this before," Andre explained, wanting him to calm his nerves. He wanted him to submit to him. Submit all of himself. But he couldn't do that if he was nervous.

Marshall took a breath calming sightly down. He remembers the first time they did this. In the bedroom where he had sucked Andre off. Then in the shower. It wasn't anything new but he fucking liked doing this with Andre. Never once had he done it with his girlfriend. Fuck! Now remembering he had a girlfriend but he just didn't feel the same way she did. Not after Andre had fucked him.

Marshall hadn't realised Andre had taking off his clothes, he was so deep in thought that he didn't feel it. He finally snaps outta it and stares. Andre takes his time running his hands down his chest, he felt him shiver under his touch. Andre suddenly grips his waist roughly pushing him against the wall. Marshall swallows before a groan slips past his lips.

He then lifts him up with ease, Marshall wraps his legs around his waist gripping his shoulders as he was lifted. Andre grinds slowly against him, causing Marshall to moan but it wasn't enough for him. Marshall grinds harder moaning as he felt more skin on skin. Fuck.

Andre groans, before a growl rips through him, Marshall felt himself shiver. He still wasn't really use to that, but he found it fucking hot. Andre slams into him hard. He did say he wanted it hard and rough. Marshall moans louder, his nails digging into Andres shoulders to support him.

Meanwhile in the other room the guys shake they heads hearing the kids screams and moans whenever their boss thrusts. They didn't wanna hear this shit. Some thought it was sort of hot and others just didn't wanna fucking hear it.

Andre thrusts harder bring Marshall to the edge. Marshall screams coming hard, he was a moaning mess. It wasn't long after that Andre had finished. Fuck, that was fucking good. He slides outta him so that they could get dressed.

As they finished getting dressed the same two men from earlier stroll in shooting Andre in the leg and taking Marshall, kicking and punching. The others were out cold in the living room, they hadn't been aspecting them. Marshall was now kidnapped. Bad fucking move.