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Lyari heat in the month of June was torrid. Safe to say no one who endured it liked it. It barely discriminated, boiling men and women and children alike. Being near the coast, the sun rarely ever felt balmy in summers - often creating feelings of being slow cooked like in one of those great cookers of Lyari's Community Kitchen.
The city however rarely ever stopped moving, beating to its own rhythm. With the Badshah of Lyari out of town in order to appease his in-laws who he rarely met, Rehman had reluctantly left the responsibilities of an entire empire on the shoulders of his two trusted Lieutenants- Uzair and Hamza. Both of whom were doing an "exceptional" job of upholding the state.
"Abey lodu teesri baar bol raha hun dhang se ginn"
"Uzair bhai chaar baar pehle hi ginn chuke hain aap kyun itni tension le rahe ho, ek order hi to hai"
"Bhosdike ek baar aur bakwas kari na tujhe main-"
"Sahi hi kehe raha hai wo Uzair, bandookon ki shipment kam tu isse heeron ki delivery jaise zyaada treat kar raha hai"
"Arey to Hamze bhai ke bina pehla international shipment hai, wo bhi aisa waisa nahi hai. Gaand tod denge bhai agar kuch bhi galat hua. Tu aur main marenge wo alag"
All the men inside the arms factory were sweating bullets... figuratively and literally. Uzair had already completed his nicotine quota by midday, to say he was on the end of his wits will not be incorrect. Everyone was walking on eggshells as the Guarddog of Lyari sat in the middle of the factory in boiling heat to overlook the packaging.
CRASH
This was the third time in last half an hour that Donga dropped another crate full of precious guns being exported to one of the closest Russian allies of Rehman.
"... DONGA AAJ TERA JANAZA MERE HAATHON UTHEGA"
"BHAI SUNO TO-"
Uzair shot up from the aged wooden chair to kill a few men, having already injured two in a fit of rage an hour ago.
Hamza acting out of pure "instincts" grabbed him by the waist to hold him back, gently locking the six foot something giant into a very platonic embrace. But the oaf rarely ever did what he was told to.
"Hamza chhod mujhe aaj ye log yahan se stretcher pe jaayenge"
"Baith ja lale main dekh raha hun"
Said Hamza, his grip tightening around Uzair's tiny waist. Uzair bloodshot eyes widened as he finally got hit by the lack of distance between him and the green eyed man who was his only tether to sanity at that moment.
"Hamza... " came a whisper so quiet that you would probably miss it if you weren't just one breathe away from the bulky baby. Hamza dragged Uzair back to chair and pushed him down, almost as if he did that often... too often.
"Baith ja khotte, tu rehne de main samhal loonga. AUR TU CHUTIYE NIKAL YAHAN SE MAIN KHUD RAKH LOONGA YE. Nihayti nikkame paale hue hain idhar"
Hamza proceeded to do some damage control before his employer completely lost his mind and ended up burning down the whole factory, which he knew would be the case if things were to proceed with the given pattern. Since the morning, Uzair had smoked 5 cigarettes, drank half a bottle of whisky, injured two men, destroyed three wooden crates and was currently seething with rage so fragile that if anyone except Hamza himself even thought too loudly near the man, their death would be confirmed. Hamza was currently the only breath of air in the entirety of Lyari that Uzair was willing to breathe. And damn did Uzair want to inhale that right then. But such wishes could not be fulfilled in a factory full of men who were doing an amazing job at being incompetent with the King gone... or could they?
The hours blurred, with Hamza moving like a machine, lifting the crates himself and ensuring their numbering and the guns were all in order. Uzair joined him soon after being manhandled and having regained some sanity. They worked together, passing the crates- their fingers brushing, running counts-while basking in each other's eyes, barking some orders here and there- as they stood too close to each other. Both of them were soaked, with beads of sweat sliding down the open column of their kurtas, the material clinging to the muscles that had been built with labour of years. Uzair eyes wandered one too many times over the perfect outline of Hamza's abs through his kurta and how the unbuttoned kurta did no job in hiding those perfect tits-
"Tu sunn raha hai ya nahi?"
"Kya?"
"Abhi bohot kaam hai, kuch kha le pehle"
"Main theek hun"
"Aankhein dekhi hain apni? Aisa lag raha hai ya to mar jaayega ya kisi ko maar dega-"
"Tu kaam kar raha hai ya meri aankhein dekh raha hai?" growled Uzair. If the tension in the air was subtle until then, it wasn't anymore. Hamza had been observing the gradual breakdown of his lover over the past week, seven long days of responsibilities with no way of respite. Uzair had to go back to the Haveli every night after a full day of prepping for the international cargo, just because Ulfat had asked him to not leave the Haveli without a master. And even though the staff was capable of managing everything in the house, Uzair respected his sister in law too much to break the vow. Hamza rarely ever visited Haveli in the after hours, to not generate suspicion, atleast that's what he told himself. Uzair had always been the one to shoulder responsibilities with ease, but he needed a pillar to hold on too, with no one there for him in the last seven days, the load had eaten him up like anything.
"Uzair" Hamza's tone was almost reprimanding, almost, it was more like a coo, one you would use to calm down a nervous horse, befitting for the pillar like guy who was going to lose his shit any moment now. Hamza knew his lover needed his touch, it had been long, too damn long since they last held each other. It had been seven days of no proximity between the two, mostly because they knew if they did something they wouldn't stop, and the shipment was too important.
Uzair shattered, he could no longer hold his composure, he needed Hamza. He needed that tall hunk of a man at that very moment.
"Hamza ghar chal..."
Hamza scoffed, almost a laugh, mocking. He knew his lover's patience too well. They had been a tangle of limbs in way too many inconvenient places for Hamza to trust the ticking time bomb that Uzair was right now. He smirked, a knowing gleam in his eyes and his emerald orbs scanned Uzair's consciousness.
"Tu ruk paayega ghar tak?"
A whine escaped Uzair before he could even comprehend what he was doing. Hamza's smirk widened, a full blown grin. The factory was already empty, with most workers gone after the sunset, all those who were left came in the immediate circle and would be too busy to prepare for the loading at midnight.
"Hamza bas, ab nahi hoga mujhse..." muttered the restless giant, taking three long strides, his posture was faltering. Looking around he grabbed Hamza's arm, dragging him to a quiet corner. Hamza knew better, he pulled Uzair flush against him, guiding him towards the end of the factory, towards Rehman's office.
"Tu pagal ho gaya hai?"
"Pagal to tu ho raha hai na subah se, hooliya dekhein apna nawab sahab."
As Hamza pushed the forbidden door open with his arm he glanced at Uzair for one last approval, and his blown pupils were all the permission needed. Uzair got yanked into the room and slammed against the closed door, at an intensity that knocked the air out of his lungs. The next minute Hamza fervently crashed his mouth unto his, a sigh of relief leaving him, finally being able to corner his lover. Uzair grabbed Hamza's collar, bridging the remaining gap between them, deepening the kiss. It had been too damn long and neither of them were going to let go now.
Hamza's fingers languidly traced Uzair's spine, mapping his back, while the giant was practically shaking and digging his nails into Hamza's neck. They stood glued to the wall, heaving with lack of oxygen. Uzair broke the kiss first, black lust completely covering the honey brown of his irises. Hamza grabbed him by the neck, claiming his mouth in another searing kiss, this time his tongue nudged at Uzair's lips, which were wantonly parted by the latter. Their tongues danced in a fiery tango.
"Mnghh... saans to lene de saale" moaned Uzair, which just spurred Hamza to further ravage his mouth at an ungodly pace. Uzair groaned, grinding against Hamza's thigh which was lodged between his own.
"You've been a brat long enough today, no?" Hamza growled, finally pulling apart and grabbing Uzair's hair making his head tilt back, drawing a moan like a wanton slut. Uzair's breath caught, he stood in that position like a deer in headlights. Hamza started palming Uzair's growing desire through through the barriers of his clothes. Hard enough to make him keen and soft enough to keep him on the edge.
"You've had a very long week my love, haven't you? You just need me to be buried inside you, would that make you feel good? What do you want meri jaan?"
"You.... just you please.... I cannot, ab nahi hoga, Hamze.... please"
Uzair's inability to string together few words together made Hamza painfully harder. With the newfound fervour, Hamza picked up Uzair, carrying him like a bride to the Throne of Lyari- the throne for which Rehman had maimed hundreds and had been maimed equally as many times.
Next thing he knew, he was being manhandled onto the thrown, his head dangling from side of one of the armrests as his feet were lodged on the top of the throne. Hamza rounded the seat like a predator, halting near Uzair's upended face, cradling it in his calloused palms.
"How I've missed that mouth of yours, did you miss me meri jaan?"
The lack of oxygen and Hamza's tone made Uzair turn red, heat creeping up his neck and settling on his cheeks. He gave a shy nod.
"To der kis baat ki"
Hamza tore off his kurta in one swift motion, followed by his salwar and boxers, his length bobbing out to slap Uzair's forehead. The action made his lover whine like a teenager.
"Hamza..." chanted Uzair again.
That was all it took for him to lose control, grabbing Uzair by the neck and slapping his cock near his lips, he wasted no time, mouth opening wide and leaving kitten licks on the tip to lap up the leaking precum. Hamza groaned, fisting Uzair's hair pulling him forward. "Khel bohot ho gaya meri jaan, take it deep". He slammed his cock into Uzair's waiting maw, the upturned position already making them both see stars. Hamza was thick, flared on the top with head curving upwards, the upended position made his cock slam against Uzair's throat. The gag reflex kicked in, a wet choke escaping him, eyes already watering, tears pooling on the handrest. He pushed his body forward in the ungodly position, trying to take more of Hamza's cock, bobbing forward, cheeks hollowed to create a sinful vacuum, his flattened tongue mapping the hardened member. Hamza started moving, fucking Uzair's face at a vehement rate. The sound of wet gags and slurps filled the room, alongside the loud moans from a man who was treating his lover's mouth like a toy. Uzair relaxed his throat, welcoming each intrusion, milking Hamza's shaft almost in a worship.
"Good boy... don't you dare stop now"
He obeyed, sucking with a newfound passion. "So warm my love..." Uzair's gag reflex kicked in again, making him see white stars on the corner of his squeezed eyes, tears flowed freely now with each fervent snap of hips, his throat bulging visibly. Pleasure was now coiling Hamza's brain, he pulled back abruptly.
" Oye... " whined Uzair, his voice raspy from the activity. "I'm gonna give you what you've been dying for meri jaan. Get up and strip" Hamza ordered. Uzair flushed under his gaze, his body however reacted naturally to the order, he stood up from the throne, moving aside to pull of his kurta and salwar in a blink. The flush was evident across his lesser tanned torso, sweat and desire clinging on to him like second skin. He stood bare now, equally as hard and leaking. Hamza grabbed him again, their mouths locking in a heated kiss. He lifted Uzair like that, taking him back to the throne, this time on all fours, his head smothered against the armrests.
"Spread wide my love" Hamza first pushed in his fingers into Uzair's mouth, the giant's eyes rolling back.
"Nnghhh..."
"Nothing else here, we have to make do baby"
He suckled like a babe, coating Hamza's finger in his spit. Pulling out he brought them back, sliding them between Uzair's thighs, tracing the rim of his puckered hole. He moaned softly as a finger was pushed in, pushing back slightly. "Aaram se, breathe first, I'm not going anywhere" Hamza reached forward from behind him, one hand, massaging Uzair's roots with his fingers, while the other massaged his prostate. "More... please more...". Hamza gave in, pushing another thick digit, scissoring gently. "You're doing so good for me love, bas thoda aur". Third finger joined in soon after, stretching, curling and rubbing against the tight plush muscles. Uzair's arms gave up, making him fall on his face "Hamze please, need you now, need you so bad... too damn long" he keened.
"Bas itna hi to bolna tha, faltu mein saat dinn se tapad raha hai meri jaan" Hamza smirked. Using the other armrest as a leverage, he pushed in slowly, making both the men moan loudly. "Fuck yes please, just fucking move you asshole". The remaining sanity within Hamza snapped, he drove in with a slam, thrusting his hips in a way that he was now drilling the man below him. Uzair screamed then, a full lung scream, they were only saved because of the well soundproofed room. "Arghh Hamza, god too much... " came out a filthy moan.
"I'm the only god in the room right now my love, and I need to see you worship, so shut up and take it". There were no words after that, only the sounds of moans and wet skin slapping filled the room. The pace quickened sharply, each thrust driving deeper and hitting exactly Uzair's G spot, who was currently reduced to a moaning-crying mess. After few such minutes Hamza's hand shot out grabbing Uzair by his neck pulling him flush against his own chest as he repositioned them.
Hamza now sat on the throne with Uzair's back to him and his knees caving Hamza's dangerously toned thighs. The new angle drove the cock deeper, he thrusted upwards, slamming the base of his cock flush against Uzair's stretched hole. He hammered his hips at a relentless pace, his hand grabbed Uzair's dick to stroke it at his own pace, the other one banding around his midriff, pulling and tweaking his nipples.
"Yes...oh fuck pleasee" Moans followed as Hamza peppered kisses and bites on the juncture of Uzair's firm shoulders. "I've missed you so bad, be grateful you'll be able to walk after this. One more day, let bhai come back and I'll make sure you don't sit properly for the next week."
The week's pent up aggression only added to the fever, both men slamming against each other, their bodies a cocoon of moaning mess. The build up was intense, pleasure coiled them both at the same time. Uzair broke first, with a shattering cry, gushing around Hamza's fingers. He slowed down, dragging out his lover's release. Uzair fell limp in his arms, head tossed back on Hamza's shoulders as he kept driving into him. He stood up while wrapping a protective arm against Uzair, and pushed him down face first into the throne. His hips gained speed again, ramming at an ungodly pace, using the limp body of his lover as a cocksleeve.
"You love this don't you, speared on my cock, as I mark you" growled Hamza as the final thrust of his hips made him spill inside his lover. He pulled them both down onto the plush carpet near the throne. Both of them remained like that for next few minutes, a tangle of limbs, as they caught their breath.
"Kaam bacha hai abhi waise..." Hamza was the first one to regain his words after the intense crashout.
"Mmphh..." was all that came out of Uzair's mouth as he snuggled even closer to his lover, burying his face in his large pecs.
Hamza just chuckled at that, carefully wrapping the giant around himself like a weighted shawl.