Saturday at Inspector Yuu's house
Clack…
Click-click-click-click!!
"Damn it! I told you to cover me!"
The shout, mixed with laughter, echoed from the living room. The sound of frantic mouse clicks filled the walls as the character on screen jumped and spun, dodging attacks. Gunfire rattled with every movement of the trembling hand on the mouse.
"You' re too noisy! When will you stop playing that stupid game?" Inspector Yuu voice thundered across the house.
"Just a minute, I' m about to win." Pyramidh answered with a teasing tone, not moving an inch from the screen.
"Stop. Now." The inspector' s voice was calm but carried such authority that the whole atmosphere froze.
"You' ve got mail. I unlocked it. It says something like Finland, three days, three o' clock… sounds just like a secret mission code in the game." The skinny boy tilted his head, half-smiling as he kept playing.
Thud… Thud… Thud.
Grab!
The inspector' s large hand clamped onto his pale cheek, yanking his face to meet his cold eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my things? You want to die, is that it?" His voice was low and heavy, pressing down on the smaller boy like a predator toying with prey.
For a brief second, light flickered in those round eyes under messy bangs. Even with his jaw aching from the grip, his fighting spirit refused to back down. "If I die, then all your secrets your money, your operations they won' t stay secret anymore, will they?" He raised a brow, taunting.
"Who the hell are you, really?" The inspector' s frown deepened as he shoved the boy' s head down to the floor, swinging a leg over to pin him.
His sharp gaze bored into the delicate face beneath him, framed by soft, unruly hair. The boy' s features twisted from the pressure, yet he didn' t make a sound of pain.
"I' m… just a crazy person." Pyramidh tilted his chin up, staring him straight in the eye, defiant.
Smack!
The inspector' s hand tore away from his face, sending his head to the side. He rose, restraining the anger burning through him, and turned toward his bedroom without another word.
"Damn, he' s strong as hell…" the boy muttered, rubbing his sore cheek with a pout.
(Underground club – Khomdamdin)
"Well, well, Pyramidh' s here." Versailles greeted.
"So, did you sleep with that cheating cop yet?" Rome chuckled, teasing the scowling boy who walked in.
With a bored look and sluggish tone, he replied flatly, "Not yet."
"Oh? What' s this, the cop' s wife has arrived?" Reya chimed in. The fluffy-haired boy spun around, eyes blazing. "Not yet, you bastard!"
"What? I thought you' d done it already."
"Yeah, guess you' re not as fast as Rey here."
"I' ve barely even been with him for a month!" Pyramidh snapped.
The group burst out laughing.
"With Rey, none of us would bother taking him even if we could. But you, Pyramidh… this is for the country! That ass is a mission for the nation!"
"Don' t you dare expect anything from my ass! If you' re so eager to get fucked, go do it yourself! I can act crazy if you want, but giving up my ass? That' s crossing the line you bastards are cruel!"
"Oh, look at that Reya, your cousin' s pouting and storming off to play games."
"Pyramidh~" Rey drawled.
"Get lost, Rey!" He shot him a glare as the older boy came closer, holding out a phone to block his screen. "Hey, is this the bike you wanted?"
"What? You already bought it!?" His eyes widened.
"If you want it, it' s yours." Rey smirked.
"Did you sell your body for this? Where the hell did you get the money? What if my mom finds out?"
"Watch your mouth. I sold some crypto, okay? Just to buy the motorbike you wanted. Now bow to your dear cousin."
"Normally you' re an ass, but today you' re an ass who looks kinda cool, Rey." His eyes lit up, staring at the gleaming white-and-blue Shark Hunter bike on screen. Big, fierce, and badass perfect for someone who wanted to look manly.
"If Uncle Prem asks, just say I left it with you. Who' d believe a shorty like you bought it?"
"You bastard, Rey!"
He reached to pinch his cousin' s cheek. "Aww, look at you. Skinny arms, fluffy head… riding a big bike, you' d look like a mole rat. Adorable~"
"Shut that annoying mouth of yours!" Pyramidh snapped, but snatched the phone to stare at the bike anyway.
"Can he even ride it? Didn' t his dad forbid it?"
The boy' s crossed arms trembled faintly. The friends exchanged uneasy looks as tension filled the room.
"Here we go again… always sets him off."
Silence weighed for a moment before someone shifted the mood with a laugh.
"You' re really the baby of the group. No way you' re topping anyone. Just give in to Inspector Udomsak. If you get pregnant, you can use the kid to bargain with him." Rome teased.
Smack!
Rey slapped the back of his head.
"He' d have to finish inside first, idiot. Don' t you know basic biology?" Versailles added smugly.
Smack! Smack!
Rey hit him too, while Pyramidh flipped them off and went back to his game.
"Let' s drink."
"You too? Is drinking, screwing, and gaming the only thing you' ll ever do? What the hell' s the point of your life?" Pyramidh rattled off like a rapper.
"Ouch~ the tiny one bit me. Hurts so bad~ ha ha ha!" Rey laughed, waving for the others.
"Hey guys, hold him down. Time for a little lesson."
Chairs scraped as the gang laughed, circling. Pyramidh backed up until his shoulders hit the TV, pointing warning fingers at them.
"Hey! Don' t you dare! Stay back!"
Hands grabbed for his arms and legs amid roaring laughter. "You perverts! Don' t you dare pull down my pants!!"
His shouting clashed with their laughter, echoing through the dim basement. No matter how much mischief filled the air, the long years of friendship between the four remained—the children of men despised by many, but bound together because they had only each other.
Later that night
The basement was a wreck. Snack crumbs scattered, beer cans, soda bottles, and water everywhere. They all slumped in drunken haze, words slurred, half-coherent.
"What' s there to be scared of? We' re MPs' sons, Pyramidh. You said it yourself, he won' t dare touch us." Versailles tossed a snack bag toward the youngest.
Pyramidh clutched it to his chest, hoarding. "And what if he does? Which one of you can give birth and hand a kid back to my mom, huh!?" His voice cracked high, ready to bite.
"You' re always so touchy. When you' re mad, your voice goes all raspy like, graawk graawk graawk." Rome teased.
"Why don' t you be more like your cousin, huh? Keep your brain in your dick no thinking, just screwing. Hungry? Screw. Full? Screw. Stress? Screw. Easy life."
"Yeah, you should drink cum instead of water." another added.
"Are you complimenting me? ' Cause I' ll take it." Rey smirked.
Pyramidh folded his arms, chuckling darkly. "Brain really is in your dick."
"Why the hell did our parents all go into politics anyway?" Rey raised his glass, smirking faintly. "Robbing the country must' ve felt cool… then they pretend to love the nation."
"True…" Versailles muttered.
"Don' t get all gloomy. Let' s just drink."
Reya laughed loud, raising his glass. "So, how' s your inspector doing? Got himself a new lover yet?"
"You delusional bastard. My wife' s with your inspector, Pyramidh!" Reya shot back at the smaller boy, half-serious, half-annoyed. "So much work all the time, pisses me off. Why is everyone always trying to steal my wife…"
Pyramidh: "Delusional."
Versailles: "Nobody thinks he' s yours."
Rome: "He just borrows your dick to scratch the itch."
Glasses slammed against the table, four drunk brats in chaos. Reya sneered dramatically, crossing his legs and downing his drink in one gulp, roaring—
"She' s mine! Mine and mine alone!!"