Uhm...This Is My Mafia!Klaine. Inspired By It's Not Right, But It's Okay.

Just Some Ground Rules.

If You Are In Or Associated With The Mafia:
1) Wow, Criminals Ship Klaine Too! That's So Cool!
2) This Is Purely Fictional, And I Am Not Calling The Mafia Gay (If You Are In The Mafia And Gay, Kudos, I Am Honestly Proud.
3) Do You Really Make People 'Sleep With The Fishes'? And If So, Isn't That The Most Random Form Of Cross-Breeding, And Would You Mind Explaining The Mechanics Of It, I Seem To Be A Little Lost.
4) Did The Mafia Create Mermaids Then, Making People Sleep With Little Fishes So Often, Someone Was Bound To Fall Pregnant.
5) What Fishes Do You Use? Are They From The Pet Store, Or The Ocean?
6) What If The Fishes And People Fight, And They Don't Want To Sleep Together?

Will Update ALL Other Fics Next Week.

-Jaydee (Cyanide-Pansy)

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Chapter One

'The Man Who Has It All'
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To any tourist driving by or through Ohio, it seemed harmless enough. Regular people, leading regular lives. Nothing too out of the ordinary. But the people of Ohio knew that there was more than meets the eye.

The citizens of Ohio were in the middle of a gang war. Though they did not ever live in fear, heck, many people hardly even knew they were living in such a rough town, as long as they kept out of the 'wrong sorts' way.

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Lima Ohio, happened to be the hometown of the state s greatest crime lord, and with his army of goons at his side, beck and call, he basically ran the town.

However, a rival gang from the other side of the state has noticed a slight change in the current crime lord s attitude and ways; they think he's gone soft.

He's in love.

So it's only natural to challenge him for his position when he's at his weakest.

Hence the current 'Gang War'

But let s go back, back to when our devious crime lord appeared to have no soul, no mercy, and definitely no heart.

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He was seated behind a dark wood stained desk, cigar in hand. He didn't smoke, he knew how bad it was for your lungs, but he liked the smell. The smell of men, powerful men.

As he rolled the cylindrical form between his fingers, he let out a sigh.

He was bored.

At just the young age of 22, he had already climbed the ranks of the gang, and claimed the top dog position. At his power, he had already claimed territory in all of Ohio, and was currently moving on to other states. He had obtained, though not entirely legally, all of the money he had ever wanted. And he had friends galore.

But he was still bored.

He swivelled around slowly in his regal leather chair, and faced the window behind the desk, looking out at the rainy night before him, street lights glowing and cars zooming by, happy couples walking hand in hand down the street.

He caught a glimpse of his own reflection, illuminated by the lamp on his desk, the only source of light in the dark room. Glancing at himself ever so slightly, he saw a man who had it all. His dark curls combed back and gelled in order to tame them, his tanned complexion and his sad lonely hazel eyes.

He was pulled from his thoughts when there was a hesitant knock at his office door.

"Come in," he spat, frustrated that he could get a break for just ten minutes.

The door opened up and two also highly distinguished looking men entered the room, making certain that the door was sealed shut behind them.

"Wes, David, what can I do for ya," he cheered up a little upon recognition of the pair, "Take a seat," he added as they approached the desk.

Wes was from an Asian descent, but his intense upbringing on the martial arts and several other fighting forms had not only given him a great physique, but also deemed him incredible valuable to the gang. His hair was lightly spiked with gel, and he wore an all-black suit, with a maroon shirt underneath.

David however, was of an African American heritage, and incredibly gifted with numbers and Intel. He and Wes had gone to high school with their boss, and had been close friends ever since.

He gazed around the room casually before addressing the head honcho.

"Blaine, there s no easy way to say this, we are worried about you,"

"Me? Why?" Blaine snarled back, rolling the cigar once again, rolling it in his hand and spinning it through his fingers.

David adjusted his matching black suit nervously in his seat. The years seemed cruel to their friend, all the love and compassion Blaine had once possessed had been sucked away so harshly, leaving behind a bitter and broken man. But still a powerful one at that.

Blaine smiled to himself, noticing his best friend s nervousness.

"Wes, David, you know I love you two, you are as good as brothers to me, I ain't gonna hurtcha," he joked. "No tell me, why you worried? Is it that gang cross state, they threatening us again? You ain't got no need to worry boy, I told you this, we ARE the fucking Mafia. Who in their right mind is gunna fuck with the Mafia?" Blaine ranted, getting a little pissed off in the process.

"No, no man, it ain't like that," Wes quickly said, subduing any anger his friend may have built up.

Wes and David shared a quick glance before David took over, "What we mean is, when was the last time you went on a date?"

Blaine glared at the his two friends. "You know WHY!" His hissed back, in fear that somebody might over hear them. Although the rest of the gang had clocked off an hour ago after their latest 'Shipment' of goods had arrived.

"Blaine, man, it doesn't matter that you re gay, not to us," Wes whispered back.

Blaine sighed. "But the rest of the criminal world does,"

"It's just that, with Wes' engagement, and my wife, most of the other guys in the gang have girlfriends or claim to, we are just simply concerned, that you, might be lonely," David smiled sadly.

He hated having to say this to their friend, but he needed to know that they cared.

"So what should I do then, date-gulp-girls?" Blaine muttered. "No, if anyone honestly has enough influence and power in Ohio, possibly even the nation, it's you. As long remain ruthless, we think no one will try and mess with you, if you-" David explained when Wes cut in, getting to the point, "You should get your gay loving on, and not worry about other gangs, they already fear you, they ain't gonna do shit just 'cos you're gay."

Blaine leaned back in his chair slightly, and took a deep breath.

"I do hate being alone," he admitted, albeit quietly.

"Then do something about it,"

"We live in OHIO, David. How many gay men can there be my age, that don't mind, oh, I don't know, how about dating the leader of the Mafia!"

David couldn't help but wince. Blaine was right. Ohio was severely lacking eligible gay men, especially ones that would put their safety at risk.

"Don't tell them," Wes suddenly said.

"Tell them what?"

"That you're in the Mafia, don't even mention your job. If they are really worth keeping around, then they better love you for who you are, not your occupation or position of power."

"Wes is right Blaine, no one is likely to recognise you, your more behind the scenes and only meet with other gang leaders, no one is going to know who you are, so don't worry. If you find someone worth keeping around, if they really care, they won t mind. If they do, we can arrange to have them sleeping with the fishes faster than they can say 'Crime lord!'," David smiled jokingly.

At that moment Blaine didn't think it was possible to love his two best friends more.

They wanted him to be happy, and would do anything to see him happy too.

Truly touched by their gesture he decided, "Why not, it can't really hurt to give it a shot,"

"That s my man!" David exclaimed high-fiving Wes and pulling Blaine for an awkward three way hug over the desk.

The three of the chuckled, as Wes poured a celebratory glass of whiskey for them each.

"So tomorrow, after we clock out, you are going to 'Scandals', the local gay bar, it might be slim pickings," David added noticing Blaine's sudden grimace, "but it's a start,"

"Fair enough," Blaine smiled.

"To love!" An already tipsy Wes announced, holding up a half empty glass.

"To love!" Wes and Blaine echoed, clinking glasses with each other.

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Dun Dun Dun...

R+R, Or Blaine Will Send Wes And David After You. And You Will Be Sleeping With The Fishes!

(P.S, I Am Having Fish For Dinner, So I Just Ate Your Husband/Wife)

xoxox

Jaydee (Cyainde-Pansy)