Age gap MaDe: Mads is close to the top but still firmly in a now immobile Dec’s grip
Characters: Mathias Iverson, Declan Gerritz, Elio di Medici (referenced) (OCs)
Content: yandere, hyperfats, immobile blob, abusive relationship, age gap, organised crime
Mathias sat nervously, he had a Bluetooth headset clipped to his ear as he focused on the large file of graphs, numbers, and statistics. He wore a light grey button up shirt, a silver tie, and black trousers, that all hung from his angular, thin frame. He had paused the tracking app on his smart phone, but he suspected that wasn’t the only way Declan had to trace him. When Mathias left, his two ton captor was lounging in his adipose, swollen arms resting on his breasts as his head was sinking into his neck roll. Mathias had snuck out whilst Declan was too fixated in some computer game and on his sweet raspberry flavoured lard that was being funnelled into his mouth through a tube. He would be distracted for a while, he wasn’t expecting Declan not to notice he’d left, but he had thankfully managed to reach Elio di Medici’s home for his meeting before Declan realised.
Suddenly, Mathias’s phone began to ring. He sighed in irritation, the sound was loud and piercing in his ear. He answered it without having to check the caller ID. He knew precisely who would be throwing a tantrum at home in his cosy, cage of fat.
“Good morning, baby,” Declan purred, filling Mathias’ ear with his wheezing, gentle voice. Deceptively soft which hid the menace within it that Mathias had grown adept at spotting.
“What do you want?” Mathias snarled trying to focus on the numbers instead. “I’m fucking busy.”
“Mhm, I can see that,” Declan replied. His tone was fairly cheerful but Mathias could hear the clipped anxiety hidden beneath it. “You tried to hide your current meeting with me, is there any reason I couldn’t know you were seeing Elio di Medici?”
“Must have slipped my mind,” Mathias mumbled. “We have a new delivery of your sweet, sugary lard coming today by the way. The one that tastes like strawberry mixed with bubblegum.”
“Don’t change the subject,” Declan whined, the desperation in his voice obvious alongside the drool that Mathais could picture was pooling in Declan’s gigantic, swollen neck roll.
“He’s my boss, røhvul. Makes sense I’d go see him.”
“It wasn’t secret,” Mathias lied. He was clever, he’d gotten this far on his own, he could convince the agoraphobic blob he was imagining things. “It just wasn’t- I just forgot tell you. Look you’re spying on me anyway, what do you care?”
“Because… I don’t like you hiding things from me.” Declan’s voice had grew dark, twisted, and possessive. He had dropped the pretence of worry or anything else, and it made Mathias’ lips grow dry. “You know I’m the reason you’ve gotten this far, don’t you? I could destroy all your hard work before you can even shake di Medici’s hand.”
“So you recognise it as my hardwork then,” Mathias pointed out, sounding far braver than he felt.
“Partially. And it wasn’t possible without me.”
“I’d have managed it in the end. Besides, I’m the one who organises that lard for you. The one that tastes like ice cream and has 250% more fat than your previous feed. So you wouldn’t be such a useless hog without me.”
“Just- you have to tell me what your doing. I want to know,” Declan snapped. Mathias had managed to create a little crack in Declan’s defences, he could hear the sulking whine in his voice.
“Shall I tell you whenever I’ve had a piss too?”
“Don’t be stupid. Seeing Elio di Medici isn’t an every day occurance. Even with your position he doesn’t have meetings with just anyone.”
“Guess I must be more powerful than you thought,” Mathias pointed out, he smirked as he imagined how frustrated Declan must be right now. He was probably slapping his gut in anger, sucking on his feeding tube so hard it threatened to come loose.
“Just remember,” Declan began with a dark, vicious tone, sending a cold chill through Mathias’s chest. “I saved you. I built you up from nothing. I helped you commit your first murder. I’m the reason you met Cian, and di Medici. And his brother Castor. That’s all thanks to me. And I can take it all away.”
“Bye, babe. See you at home,” Declan said in a bright voice that contrasted eerily from the tone he’d used to threaten Mathias. Before he could respond, Declan hung up. Mathias sighed in irritation and ran his long fingers through his pale blonde hair. He returned his attention to his files, the numbers and charts he’d put together for this meeting. As he was pouring over them making sure all of the statistics were correct for the twelfth time, a voice broke him from his concentration.
“Mister di Medici will see you now,” the young Italian man said from the doorway. Mathias quickly got to his feet, clumsily close the file and shoving it under his arm. It was time to show Elio di Medici how much of a useful part of his empire he was, and hopefully he’d finally get out from the two ton shadow he was stuck in.
