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Such compassion and bubbling tinkles of enchantingly soft words were the last thing that Leone had expected to come into the crackling shards of his life. He had accepted his fate (moreso, he became a drunkard systematically enough to ignore his own failed existence), and resigned himself to his place as an example of what not to do during an arrest. He was living on a tightrope, connected to the physical realm by the thread of (mis)fortune that was his still functioning body. Abbacchio almost laughed at the irony of his situation. He should've been the one to die in line, yet here he was slowly killing himself through the constant dilution of his blood.
The failure of a cop wedged himself in a corner of his dingy, peeling 2 room apartment, using the walls as a means of support not to smash his flushed yet sickly colored face into the moldy linoleum floor. He could only afford the dwelling through a meager salary as a cashier at the local produce markets. It's all he could get after the Incident.
It was not even noon and Leone was already piss drunk, sloppily wriggling on the floor and giggling deliriously as some crackling old tune played from his dusty radio. His inebriated attempts to follow the lyrics were met by his neighbor banging the wall enough to rattle, and a hoarse yet muffled shout of "That fucking boozer next door!!!". Abbacchio paid no mind, opting instead to intensely focus on a piece of broken, moldy floor that he was wiggling with his willowy fingers.
Times like this seemed to be the only relief he had from the shouts of his head screaming over and over again. He was a failure. He couldn't do anything right. He needed to be told what to do or he would fuck it all up. All of those voices went just barely quiet enough for Abbacchio to slip into a lagging, quivering, whirling land of muffled comfort.
After a while of rolling around in the floor (and drunkenly pissing his pants like a fool), the incapacitated bum crawled to an old leather sofa and curled into the worn cushions on the back. He would worry about the cleaning later. Right now, nothing mattered but the sweet peace and quiet behind his eyelids and the wine. The swaying in his sight was the only reprieve his dismal world offered him.
The serene ripples of his descent into velvety darkness were soon interrupted by loud, regular bangs on his rickety door. "Don't you fff-uckin, break dhat door, piec'a shit! Fuck offff!" The disgruntled Leone groan-shouted, but the banging continued. Eventually whoever it was, simply realized the door was unlocked and invited themselves in.
The intoxicated tenant sprung, well, more like teetered, to his feet, waving a remote control he found somewhere vaguely in the direction of a swimmy bob cut. As expected, it did nothing, but the stranger swooped in to catch him as he tumbled over, grimacing as the vertigo prompted russet vomit to soak Leone's front with a wet hack.
"Look. I was simply here to get information from you about some unsavory intel I received regarding the area, the guy directed me to you, says you know someone who was caught distributing drugs in the area. Clearly you are way too incapacitated to tell me the truth, so I am taking you with me, and don't try to get the cops either, because they know about this and are already cooperating." The strong, clean cut man explains, beginning to drag the stumbling Abbacchio through his door in a mere 30 seconds.
"Getthe fuck offf meeee! Who th' fuck're you?! Swear t'God I'll fuckin' destroy your ass…" Abbacchio gurgled, messy hands swiping in random directions in an attempt to dislodge the mystery stranger, but succeeding in nothing but smearing puke on the mafioso's scrunched face.
"Stop making this difficult or you're going to fall down the stairs!" The raven haired yelled, exasperated. "Well shit…..jus' fuckin' drop me then, I dun giv'va shit." Leone muttered, receiving an indignant look and silence from the other.
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Eventually Bruno managed to shove the lanky barf-ball of a man in the back of his car, lucky enough that he passed out halfway down the stairs before regurgitating all over himself once again. He made doubly sure to lock the doors, and cracked the windows to air out the cloying perfume of half-digested wine and piss.
The drive to the villa was mostly quiet, save for a few unconscious groans from Leone and two occasions where he had to blare his horn at idiot drivers.
Upon his arrival, he dared to use Sticky Fingers for a much easier transport to one of their bathrooms. The knocked out leech didn't even stir, plus he was hammered, so there was no danger of his stand being found out just yet.
Bruno unceremoniously flopped the slimy bundle of limbs into a porcelain bathtub, grimacing at the state of his favorite suit. He gingerly peeled the soiled clothes from Leone's body, leaving the briefs for modesty. Making sure the man was in a comfortable position should he wake, and tying his hands behind his back, he exited the bathroom and detoured down the hall to throw the items in the wash, including his jacket in the mix. Luckily his trousers were spotless.
Mess taken care of, he strolled into the living room to brief his team on their new task. Before he could call for Narancia, an undignified shriek sounded from down the hall and around the corner. "Bucciarati! Why is there a FUCKIN' HOBO IN THE BATHTUB?!"
Everyone on the sofa positively exploded with laughter, not knowing what the young delinquent was referring to. Mista rolled over into the floor wheezing, the Pistols' tiny fists beating the floorboards as he practically cried.
"That's ENOUGH. All of you get in here, it's serious." The shirtless man bellowed.
The room went silent, twisted faces of laughter freezing before they all shuffled back into place and fixed their eyes on Bruno. "I have someone here that may be involved with a local drug run. Your guys' job is to interrogate him." Bruno divulged, nodding to Mista. "Mista and Narancia will handle the job, and Giorno and Fugo are to be on standby as backup. I don't think he is going to wake up calm."
All 4 subordinates nodded, Narancia smirking at the chance to use his skills. He was a good interrogator, not quite as skilled as Mista, but very creative in his methods of extraction. One man got his teeth shoved under his fingernails for keeping his mouth shut.
"I will go check on him. Do not reveal your stand to him. I cannot verify that he does or doesn't see them." The leader warned, turning around to slink down the hall.
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Upon entering the bathroom Bruno was face to face with a scummy, furious, but less drunk Leone. "You are going to tell me who you are and why the FUCK you have me here before I get out of this tub and bodyslam you." He growled, yellowed teeth glinting in the lights. "My name is Bruno, and the only reason you're here is that we need information. Someone led us to you claiming you knew someone who was transporting drugs." He explained, turning on the faucet and allowing just steaming water to fill the bottom of the tub.
"You're not my mom, why the fuck are you bathing me? And no, I don't know a goddamn soul that does that shit. I may be an alcoholic but I refuse to touch that shit." He defensively stated, hackles raised at the thought that he was involved with the same field he had once embarrassed himself in.
"It's not me you'll have to convince, it's my boys. I'm bathing you because 1, your hands are tied, 2, your feet and ass smell like cheese, 3, your hair is so greasy it looks spiked, and 4, you pissed yourself and vomited all over before you were brought here. My boys are to torture YOU, not the other way around." Bruno tactlessly listed.
Leone's face went from sickly pale with purple spots under the eyes, to absolutely flaming. Now that he thought of it, he couldn't remember the last time he washed his hair or brushed his teeth. "I'm not fucking happy about this, but thanks for cleaning me up, I guess." He muttered, making a foul face as the water soaked his underwear. Maybe leaving them was a bad idea after all.
Bruno blushed slightly at the dilemma, debating whether to leave it be and just not wash that area or to just buck up and do it. He decided it couldn't be worse than gutting fish, so gesturing at Leone to lift up his legs, he slides the garment down and plops it in the sink with no fanfare.
Underneath the puke and dirt, the fugitive is actually a decently attractive man. His body retained most of the muscle from police work, with just a tiny pad of fat below a 6 pack and his belly button that wrinkled in his sitting posture. Bruno idly thought that his legs were like needlefish, strong, but lean, pale, and they seemed to never end. Broad shoulders tapered to narrow hips with prominent dimples of Venus, and he stopped his eye there.
An odd silence fell over them as Bruno gently used a cloth to cover Abbacchio in soap. He wouldn't admit it, but Leone hadn't felt this nice in a long time. Something about Bruno eased his nerves despite the fact that he took him away in the first place. He had this shine in his sapphire eyes like he needed to take care of everyone and everything, and was bound and determined to do so. Abbacchio never thought he would take a bob cut seriously, but damned if it didn't suit his captor.
Delicate fingers massaged lilac scented soap into shaggy silver hair, scritching the scalp ever so gently. Leone almost fell asleep to it, never having felt so treasured even if he really wasn't. Bruno noticed in their closeness the pain etched in small wrinkles between his brows, lines that barely stretched from his nostrils to the edges of his lips, the suffering encased in scabs covering lips, and the sadness killing the fire that should've burnt fiercely in his eyes.
Bruno questioned nothing however, and wordlessly rinsed his hair before pulling the plug on the tub. He wrapped Leone in a fluffy blue towel, sitting him on the toilet, and leaving to get clothes. He returned with black boxers and pants in tow, hoping they would at least go on. They did, luckily enough, but the hems of the pants pulled taut above his ankle bones. It was good enough, at least to be interrogated in.
Being led down to the basement, Leone knew what was going to happen. To prepare, he thought of everyone he recently knew, which amounted to all of 3 people. His boss from the market, the cashier at the liquor store, and his neighbor. Soon enough, his 2 interrogators appeared, looking ready to tear him to bits. He would've laughed at the short one's messy hair, but the multitude of penknives in his hands quelled the urge.
"Look, I know what this is. I used to be a cop myself. And I can tell you that the only 3 people I know are the cashier at the beer shop, my neighbor, and my boss. I'm an alcoholic and a recluse so there isn't anything else I have for you." Abbacchio tried to explain, cursing as one of Narancia's knives dug beneath his jaw and the ring of a gunshot sounded. It was only a few seconds and an inhuman screech later that Leone realized his Achilles tendon had been shot right through.
"Cut the shit right fucking now. We will tell you what we want to know and you will answer. If you don't like that I am sure Narancia's knives in your dick will make you change your mind." Mista sneered, his serious persona fully focused. Panting, Abbacchio nodded. "Now, let me ask you this. Do you know this guy?" Narancia asked, pulling up a picture of some man that Leone had never seen in his life.
"I have never seen that man in my life, and I swear on my fucking life that I am telling the truth." Leone said, watching for any signs that more pain was incoming. Mista silently nodded, prompting Narancia to hold up multiple images. "Do you know ANY of these guys?" He asks, watching.
Abbacchio scans the fan of images, recognizing his neighbor in the third one. "I-I see my neighbor. 3rd one in. He's kinda shady but I've never seen him doing anything illegal, he's just fat, dirty, and he smokes. Yells at me through the wall when I drink." The two nodded at each other, seemingly satisfied with his answer. Leone dropped a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding when they left.
Abbacchio relaxed a little at the sight of Bruno returning, tutting at the gushing hole in his ankle. "I really have to tell Mista to quit shooting people in places that disable them. Don't worry about it though, someone upstairs will tend to it." He said, picking up the heavy yet spindly man. He took both upstairs, laying the silver haired on the floor gently. "I have to blindfold you for this, or it'll be much harder for Giorno to work on it. Looking will make you move too much." Bruno supplied, but it was really to keep their stands secret.
Leone grumbled but made no move to stop them. All he felt was intense pain behind his ankle, then nothing. He chalked it up to numbing cream or something like that. When the blindfold was removed, a white dressing wrapped the ankle, but he questioned the moment he realized he could stand with some trouble. "I thought that bullet tore my tendon, why am I standing?" He asked pensively, awaiting an answer. Bruno quickly covered for Giorno's stand. "We thought so too, but when he removed it, it missed and went between it and the bone." He supplied, hoping Leone wouldn't ask for proof on something so absurd.
"Thank you for cleaning that up. It feels better." He thanked politely, feeling that something was off. He just figured the kid was shady.
Bruno helped him to sit on the couch the 5 shared, opting to perch on an ottoman in front of them all. He wanted to casually discuss Leone, being that he already had a file containing much about him. The mafia worked wonders with manhunting. "Now, it has come to my attention that you were a cop, yes?" Bruno probed, waiting to see if he answered truthfully. Judging by the sour expression on his face, there was a lot to unpack. "...Yes… Why?" Leone grit out. "Well, I know a bit about that, and a bit about you, and after seeing the state you lived in, I would like to offer you something better."
Leone had a quizzical look on his face. How could anyone make his destined to hell life any better? He had the overwhelming feeling that this was a joke of some kind.
"Better like what? Finally letting me sleep with the worms and bid this careless world adieu?" Abbacchio quipped, not wanting to hear any bullshit. "No, actually, I wanted to offer you a position among my men. I can't let you go back to living like that." Bruno said softly, smiling at the dropped jaw he got in return.
"Why? What could I ever have that anyone would need, let alone want?" The silver headed guffaws, still not sure if he is experiencing something real. "Your experiences as a former officer would be perfect as a scout for us. Please don't overthink, I promise you won't regret it." Bruno insisted.
"Fuck it, what have I even got to lose, I'll do it."
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Since then, the 6 of them were united as a group. Bruno had taken a special bond with Leone, and was extremely proud of how far he had come. Abbacchio never looked back either. His new teammates were much kinder to him than most had been, despite his misgivings with them. It felt too good to be real.
Then there was Bruno. His savior, his boss, his everything. Nobody had been able to get close to him like Bucciarati had. Abbacchio truly felt that what they shared was special, but kept it hidden beneath his sense of duty. Nothing mattered more than keeping his capo safe, other than keeping him close, which meant burying the unsafe territory of feelings. Something Leone drank so long to avoid.
Every successful mission felt like a relief, and every conflict felt like he was about to lose everything all over again. He knew it wasn't safe to feel so intensely about someone you work with, but it just happened. There was something between them the moment they met that he just couldn't shake.
The other 4 were like little brothers to him, especially Mista and Narancia. The two were constantly being idiots together, and sometimes Abbacchio chuckled behind a bored hand.
That bored hand was rested against their table at Libeccio yet again, smirking at the nonsense beside him and subtly staring at the beauty in front. The turn in his life still didn't feel real, despite having had months to take it all in. He found purpose and pleasure in following the capo's orders, something he never believed he would find again.
His recovery from the alcoholism wasn't as easy as he would have liked, but Bruno was there comforting him with every hiccup. He wanted everything about him so badly it almost suffocated Leone, the heavy feeling behaving as though it would burst his lungs any time he thought too much about it.
"Do I have something on my face?" Bruno said, dragging Abbacchio out of his thoughts. He nearly jumped. "No, just been a long day and I've been spacey." He replied, part of the statement being truthful. He wasn't about to get into that discussion, especially not with Dumb and Dumber around.
He sipped on his water, giving him an excuse to swallow nervously. He slipped his headphones back over his ears, giving himself space to continue thinking. It was borderline insane how perfect everything seemed for him. Every interaction with Bucciarati brought with it the overwhelming sense that he was loved. He was thought about. His wants and needs were paid attention to. That Bruno took the time to actually KNOW him.
It felt so wonderful, but also crippled Abbacchio with unexpressed pain. He could never speak about the nagging ache in his heart every time Bucciarati warmed him with unknown or unintentional love. He knew it was his boss. He knew it wasn't going to go anywhere. He almost wished the capo would turn him a cold shoulder just to prove once and for all that it wasn't ever possible.
Continuing to sip his water, the emotional warbles of his headphones mimicked the swells and crashes of his own thoughts. He just wanted. The one damn thing he has ever wanted so badly for was just so teasingly out of reach. And it silently rends him inside.
Soon enough, everyone had finished their food, and they collectively headed to the pier to bask in the glow of a sunset. Taking a seat on the short concrete ledge, Abbacchio picked up some stones and got to skipping them. Something about water always made him calm. His mind flowed with every pebble thrown. He will never return it. Skip. He is my boss. Skip. I must be grateful for what it is. Skip. He deserves so much better than this fucked up mess. Skip. I want him to guide me through everything.
"Leone?" The warm caress of a voice nearly made him drop the pebbles he was holding. "Yeah? You need something?" He replied, not sure what the other was wanting. "Would you mind meeting me later in my room? I think you and I need to discuss something you haven't been transparent about and I want to make sure it won't affect our efficiency or success. I also would like to make sure you're alright."
Leone just about shriveled inside. He couldn't lie to Bruno. He would know. He always knew, somehow. Everything was going to be dissected and splayed out in the open like a sociopathic child splays open a rat for amusement. "Of course. I will see you tonight then." He offered. Narancia piped up in his usual childish manner, "Oooooh, Emo Man got in trouble with Momma Bucciaratiiiiiii- Oww!" He cut off, rubbing his head where Mista had delivered a harsh slap.
Pointedly ignoring the two, Leone dragged himself back to their car. The ride home was pregnant with an unidentifiable sort of tension, so thick it could be cut with a knife. If anybody else felt it, they never spoke up.
Leone had been dreading their meeting for hours, trying to write a script in his head to make this as painless as possible. He even used Moody Blues as a fake Bruno to try and steel his nerves. On the surfaced he appeared so tough and untouchable, and he almost was, but the one weakness he had was his foolish eagerness to please and keep safe those he loved. He was a ball of trepidation. He knew Bruno most likely wasn't going to be pleased with their conversation.
Those short hours had passed quickly, and at about half past 8:00 Abbacchio finally strengthened his reserve enough to make the trip up the stairs and down the hall to the door of Bucciarati's room. White knuckles rapped softly, but to Leone they echoed as loudly as one of Mista's gunshots. He took a shaky breath and soon the door rattles a bit before revealing the object of his fear and attraction.
Of course he had to look angelic in his white bathrobe, softly illuminated by the light of a lamp beside his bed. He smelled of lavender soap and a dab of aftershave. His face was neutral, but his eyes still held the warmth and encouragement they always had. It almost took Abbacchio's breath had he not remembered what he was there for. "Come in, and talk to me Leone."
With a curt nod, he stepped through the threshold. It felt like he was seating himself in an electric chair. He blessed the fact that the villa had relatively sound walls and would at least grant them some privacy. His pride would shrivel up and die had their teammates heard him get rejected by their boss. "So… what exactly do you want me to say? Things have been fine on my end."
"I want to know about what has had you so distracted lately. Your performance is fine, but you just seem off. I'm concerned for your wellbeing." Bruno said softly, sitting them both on the edge of the bed gently. He eyed Abbacchio expectantly.
Leone was absolutely flabbergasted at how plainly his capo had read him, it caught him incredibly off guard. "Well, I don't exactly know how to discuss this. I can't lie to you, I have been off. I know I have and I know why, but I really was hoping you wouldn't ask." Leone muttered, rubbing the blue fabric of a comforter between his fingers. He was trying so hard not to stall, he really was, but Bucciarati's expectant gaze made him that much more unsure.
" It's…. Well, I…I'm not even sure I should say this but... I like you. A lot. As in, more than a subordinate should ever like his boss. I've been hiding it for months. Every time we talk or hang out, you do things that make me feel so special, and I can't even fucking tell if it's on purpose or not. You bring me little things you remember I enjoy, you remember little things about me, and I just have become so smitten with you that I can't handle it anymore." Leone wheezed, the large confession coming out all in one breath.
Bruno looked unreadable. Leone could see cogs turning behind his eyes, but whether they were in his favor or not was unknown. Eventually he spoke. "Leone, I…. I had no idea. I never stopped to think that what I did could send signals other than comradery. I'm not rejecting you, but I certainly need to give this a small test before I would fully commit." Bucciarati said, slight sadness glittering in his eyes, despite his chest feeling light.
"However, it is technically undesirable in the business context, and we may regret becoming so attached to each other in the future. We all walk a precarious line between safe love and too much attachment to function. However, if this will be good for both of us, I will give it a chance." Bruno decided.
Leone's face was a mix of things. Relieved, anxious, confused, just to name a few. It wasn't exactly an ecstatic 'I love you too' with an exchanged kiss and embrace, but it wasn't a no either. He supposed he would just be grateful and take what he could get. He still wasn't quite comfortable expressing just how much he loved and adored the other, but he would divulge a few choice things.
"There's so much I need to say, Bruno, I feel like I would overwhelm you. I can't bring myself to tell you. You're going to have to make me." He said, the remnants of his time at the police academy showing through.
"Okay then. You're going to explain yourself and do it well, and that's an order." Bruno said, watching as the thoughts whirled in his head. He crumpled to the floor and leaned his forehead into Bucciarati's thigh, sighing. "Bruno… I love you so much… no one else has ever made me feel so loved and wanted. Every time I see you or hear your voice, it hurts, because I want nothing more than to hold you and shower you in love like you deserve. Every injury I can't heal puts my soul through a paper shredder, but I have to be okay for the sake of the missions. I need you so badly and I never ever expected you to even know. I imagine kissing you breathless, and falling asleep beside you, and watching you wake up messy, and bringing you breakfast, and so much more. When I'm alone I think about you. You're forever on my mind and my heart is just about ripped in two but I've had to act ok." Leone rushed, stray tears slipping down his cheeks. He rarely ever cried, but baring such a delicate part of himself was not easy.
Bruno helped him back onto the bed and scooped him in his arms, rubbing his shaking back softly. "Oh, Abbacchio… you could've just been honest. I will never judge you or leave you. We are going to see if this works and if so, great. If not, it's another lesson to learn." He said, leaning into the space near Leone's face.
When their lips connected, it was as though all had been set right. The brambles entwined in Abbacchio's inky soul began to unwind, the fog of what could be had lifted, and his entire chest felt filled with lightning. He was sure he was going to faint. Even as streams of more tears lined his pale face, he didn't pull away. He wanted to savor the moment and never forget it.
Abbacchio didn't care anymore what was right or wrong. The only wrong he could see at the moment was that he wasn't smothered with Bruno. He wanted him so badly, in more ways than one.
"Bucciarati… I know this is sudden, and very fast, and there is absolutely no pressure or obligation, but I need you. I need to be grounded. Please let me touch you, I've ached for it for so long. All I want right now is to treat you like you deserve." He dithered, fully invested in being Bruno's plaything. He had tightly locked thoughts of this that plagued him for months. Now was his chance to see it through.
Leone desperately hoped that Bucciarati took the hint. He wanted to be so good, to please him, he would literally do anything. He would sink to the lowest of humiliation to see that beacon of a smile directed to him.
He saw sapphire eyes darken just so, the glint in them becoming just slightly dangerous. "I think I'd like that. Close the blind and undress for me, darling." Bruno softly instructed, feeling long suppressed wants bubbling to his surface.
"Consider this night a test of loyalty. Not just to us, but to me." Bruno said, watching cinched hips sway as his blinds were lowered carefully. He watched Leone's shoulders heave as he steeled himself, waiting patiently to have access to more of that alabaster skin.
Bruno's patience was rewarded as Leone turned to face him. His belt and heavy medallion dropped to the floor, followed by his jacket, and then socks and shoes. Abbacchio was tense, pants tightening slightly as he noticed the sheer hunger in his capo's eyes. He was wanted. He would give.
Last to go were the trousers and underwear, which he dawdled and blushed at removing. He looked away as he saw Bucciarati reacting, not able to read what exactly he was thinking. He knew soon enough when he saw the furrow in his brow and the suggestive posture of his eyelids. The want in Bruno's eyes was reciprocated by Leone, who almost gasped at how hard the look went straight to his dick. He wasn't even touched yet and already felt wrecked.
"Come here and sit on my lap, Abbacchio." The capo commanded, voice richer than chocolate and more velvety than a flower's petal. It almost threw Leone to his knees. He shakily stalked his way over, waiting for a confirming nod to awkwardly straddle Bucciarati's thighs. Abbacchio's head was swimming from how hard the blood in his body was leaving it.
Abbacchio looked at Bruno like he was a smorgasbord. He didn't even know where to start. It was already so damn much for him. Between the fuzzy robe hardened by muscle pressing his throbbing cock, the smoldering affect of his beloved, and the heat burning down his spine to his hips, he was absolutely at a loss.
Bruno smirked, locking eyes with Leone. He could visibly see Abbacchio short circuiting. A slightly calloused hand reached up to cradle Leone's jaw, pulling him into the most plush, intense kiss he had ever received. The love and want carried in it ripped his brain to shreds. All he could do was groan a long, rich moan of relief into Bruno's kisses as he slowly slipped into the sun kissed man's lap.
Never in his life had Abbacchio felt so much from something as basic as a kiss. Just tasting Bruno for the first time had him leaking profusely against the terry cloth rubbing him. The tongue licking into his mouth felt like it was licking a burning path down to pool in his hips. Bruno teasingly pulled back with a thick line of spit connecting their mouths.
Leone panted against Bucciarati's neck, breathless from the arousal threatening to consume him whole. Meticulously kept fingers brushed along the underside of his twitching, leaking length, coming away with a webbing of precum. Abbacchio whined into Bruno's neck, shuddering as he twitched and throbbed against the other. "Oh, my, I must've underestimated how much you wanted this. You're so close, just from a little kissing?" Bruno whispered, feeling Leone nod into his shoulder.
The humiliating words wrapped around his gut and squeezed, making Leone feel like a balloon about to pop. "Yes… I'm fucking close already… I might need a minute to calm down." He mumbled into Bruno's shoulder. "Why don't you help me get rid of this robe in the meantime?" Bucciarati hinted, wanting to tease Abbacchio further. He prompted both of them to stand, not missing the wobble in Abbacchio's knees. Pale fingers slipped the belt tie open, and smoothed against a firm, tanned plane of muscle before slipping the fabric down Bruno's shoulders.
At the reveal of his full form, Leone looked absolutely adoring. Bruno could practically see his mouth watering and hands itching to touch. He put up a finger to Abbacchio and sauntered over to his vanity to grab a chair. Dragging it back over, he gracefully settled into it and crossed one leg over the other before beckoning Leone forward with his fingers.
Leone didn't feel like any of it was real, as though he were floating in a fugue state of illusive fantasy. He began to step forward, before getting a shake of raven hair and a finger pointing to the floor. "If you're going to be loyal to me, you have to start from the bottom. Down." Bruno said, no venom in his words but still commanding nonetheless. Abbacchio dropped to his hands and knees, shame burning in his gut as he awkwardly crawled over.
Once he was seated at Bucciarati's feet, the capo cupped his chin to look at him. "That's good, that's excellent. Now go ahead and show me that loyalty." He purred. God, Leone felt like he would combust. It was so intense. Everything about Bruno was so intense. He opted to start with his feet, taking one in both hands and kissing the top of it reverently. He gently sucked each toe into his mouth separately, caressing the pads of them with his tongue. Normally he would never even want to do such a thing, but he'd do anything for Bruno.
The other foot received the same treatment, and Bruno leaned back into the chair to enjoy the show. He was most certainly aroused, but not nearly as much as Leone, who sat on his knees and rocked against nothing, cock dripping all over with his capo's toes in his mouth. "Mmm, I'm pleased. To do such a dirty, nasty thing is very loyal." Bruno murmured, wanting to reach down and scratch his scalp.
With the feet thoroughly loved, it was time to move on. Abbacchio left kisses and marks the whole way up the calf, running his hands along the slightly fuzzy skin with care. He wanted all of this so much. He wanted Bruno to know. "God… F-fuck...I want so much, I want every single inch of you, you drive me insane…" Leone incoherently muttered, nose pressing into relaxed muscles.
Bruno sighed as he felt the words against his skin, flushed cock jumping at such a candid and lewd confession. He wanted to hear more from those bitten lips. "Go on, you're doing so well, amore." He said softly, waiting as he felt the other leg get smothered in licks, kisses, and small bites.
"I want you to use me up, have your way with me, I want to do anything to make you happy, whatever pleases you. I… I want you to tear me apart and put me back together how you see fit… I trust you with every part of me. You can hurt me, touch me, use me, torment me, any way you like… I'm yours…" Leone panted, his face on fire where it rested on Bruno's thigh.
He was inches away from Bucciarati's dick, and he could already smell the soft, freshly washed musk of it. Abbacchio squeezed his thighs together and looked up, silently asking for permission. Bruno nodded, slipping his hand into silver locks to guide him forward. He moaned softly as the head slid along his tongue, lavishing it with swirls of the tongue, firm licks, and wet sucks. Bruno moaned softly and let his head fall back, scratching Abbacchio's scalp as encouragement.
Bruno eventually nudged him further along, sinking deeper into his subordinate's throat. Abbacchio was on cloud nine, swallowing around the decent length and closing his eyes. He began to move without prompting, bobbing his head and suckling eagerly. It felt so good to please him. The little groans and curses he received in turn were like music to his ears.
Each dip was followed by a bath of tongue, and each upward stroke accompanied by a strong suction. Bruno felt the muscles in his legs tense upon every return, heat balling up in him at the sight of Leone giving everything between his thighs.
His hair swished and tickled his groin, further adding to the exquisite sensation.
The nudges of Leone's nose against his nest of pubic hair drove Bruno crazy. He could feel every moan and whine from inside Leone's throat. Sooner than he wanted, Bruno could feel himself getting near his end. Reaching into the back of his hair once again, he pulled Abbacchio away from his glistening cock.
"Ah!-That'll do for right now, I want to play with you some more. You took me so well, and that deserves a reward." Bucciarati panted, burning at the sight of precum and saliva painting Abbacchio's face. Little bits of hair were stuck to it, and he looked absolutely debauched.
Leaving his seat and pulling Leone to the bed, Bruno situated himself on his knees and prompted Abbacchio to follow. He placed him how he desired, ending with Leone straddling his thighs, with his ass in the air facing Bucciarati.
Abbacchio flushed beet red, the position leaving him feeling so dirty and exposed. No one had ever seen him like this so closely. Clandestine encounters for booze money with cocks small enough to need practically ano lube didn't allow for much visual stimulation. He could practically feel the sapphire gaze burn into his skin, gasping as a hand crept up to squeeze the round muscle.
"Such a good job, letting me see you like this, what a gorgeous thing you are." Bruno cooed, the words of praise further fueling the throb of arousal in Leone's gut. He couldn't get enough of the kind words, he wanted to be so good and lavished in it until he drowned. He just wanted to be good.
Procuring a bottle of lubricant from the bed beside him, Bruno dribbled some onto Leone's exposed hole. Rubbing it with a single finger, Bucciarati felt the shudder that wracked his subordinate's body. "I'm going to make you feel so good, my sweet, and no one else will ever be able to replicate this. You'll suffocate in it until all you can think of is me, and being loyal to only me. I'm going to play your body like a violin, and you're going to take every second." Bruno purred, slipping a lubricated finger inside the plush, moist orifice.
Abbacchio whined at the feeling and felt heat pool in his guts, the sensation in and of itself was odd but the thought of having Bruno's finger inside him absolutely fried his brain. He was so hard, he felt like at any minute his dick would simply explode, or fall off, or something of that sort. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so turned on.
Another finger slipped in, and pleasure began to seep into the edges of his mind. Leone wiggled his hips, hoping the gesture would be appreciated by his observer. A few deft pumps of his fingers was his answer, a definite yes.
Shaking whimpers left Leone's purple smeared lips, white thighs trembling where they were straddled around Bruno.
"Please, more-! Please let me have more!" Leone breathlessly cried out, hands clenched in the blue sheets beneath. His head pressed downward into the softness below, his mouth gaping open and huffing heavy breaths.
"Be patient. Good things come with time." Bucciarati murmured, slipping in a third finger and curling it forward intently, searching out his sensitive prostate. A jump and a wrecked yelp told him he hit the mark. Elegant fingers caressed and dug into the mass of nerves, feeling every twitch and jump as Abbacchio groaned gutturally into the bed.
“Alright, I think that’s enough for now. Are you ready?” Bruno softly asked, slipping his fingers out and coating his own dick in what was left in his hand. “Yes, Please, I want it--! So much…!” Leone breathlessly begged, squirming helplessly on Bucciarati’s lap. He shivered as he was flipped to his back, legs propped on Bucciarati’s shoulders.
“Well then, let’s see how loyal my gorgeous scout is.” Bruno purred, taking himself in hand and lining up with Leone’s pink, shiny hole. The anticipation was driving Abbacchio nuts. With a gasp, he pleaded with Bruno once again to just take him. He was interrupted harshly with the space within him being filled, the rim of his muscles being stretched that with the entry of his capo’s thick cock.
“Thank you~~! Thankyouthankyouthankyou--!” Abbacchio keened, head spinning with the delicious burn of his insides being brutally forced open. Tears fell down his face, his mouth stuck open permanently in an overwhelmed gasp. He had never had anything in his life feel so good. Not even alcohol made him feel so good. With Bruno inside him, knowing he was useful and made someone happy, he felt like his place was there. Under Bruno and giving everything to him.
As soon as Bucciarati began to move, Leone absolutely lost himself to it. He wasn’t a screamer per se, but each noise drawn from him was absolutely desperate. Bucciarati heavily pounded him almost right away. Murmurs of ‘yes’, ‘more’, ‘you're so perfect’ floated in the air as a certain spot within Leone began to drive him insane. Bruno angled his cock to hit towards Leone's front, and gasped as a raunchy moan rang out from below him. "Fuck– there!" Leone cried, his hole spasming around Bruno as if to suck him in.
Each of Bucciarati's thrusts was hard and deep, each withdrawal gathering the glistening pink ring of his asshole around his thick shaft like a mucous membrane bracelet. Leone groaned wantonly, "Shit I feel you dragging inside~~", sounding positively abused as Bruno assaulted his prostate gland. The intense motions nearly knocked the gasping breath from Abbacchio's lungs.
Judging by the intense clutching of the ex-cop's insides on his cock, Leone was nearing his end. Reaching into a stand beside the bed, Bucciarati pulled out something he couldn't identify. Soon enough, it was known to Leone exactly what it was when it wrapped tightly around the base of his aching erection. "Ahhh- no no no, God damn!" The pale man cried at the cruel reminder that Bruno's pleasure came first, after all. "Ah ah, not yet Leone. I'm not done taking you apart yet." Bruno purred.
Instead of resuming his thrusts as Abbacchio expected, the tan fisherman withdrew from his heated interior. Bucciarati chuckled at the whine Leone emitted, waiting a few seconds to tease before parting his gaping anus with 4 slicked fingers. The gasp he released upon the sudden prying apart of his ass with thick digits would make anyone hard in their pants. "You like that? It's ok, I won't judge you for admitting how greedy you are." The raven-haired man hissed, corkscrewing his hand in the other while tickling the inflamed rim of his ass with his thumb.
"Nhhh… there's n-no way that'll- AHN!" The deflowered man whimpered, as his tormentor applied pressure to his thumb and it nestled in neatly with his other fingers while Bruno gently shushed him. Abbacchio gasped deeply at the slick 'pop' he heard from below. He had absolutely never been so full in his life, it was as though he would burst if he breathed too deeply. His cock throbbed and leaked, the ring around the base preventing his relief.
"SHIT, FUCK, ITS SO MUCH-!" Abbachio cried out, feeling his superior's knuckles threaten to turn him inside out. He was absolutely sure he would never return to the same tightness after this. The dark haired man leaned over Leone's back, whispering filthy observations into his ear as he watched the other's ass cling to his forearm like it belonged there.
"You're doing so good for me, being so obedient, look how you spread open to make room for me…" Bucciarati murmured, feeling Leone clench and groan under him at the degrading scrutiny. He couldn't keep going like this for much longer, the end of his pale dick had begun to go purple from neglect, veins bulging from its surface.
Leone sobbed into the mattress, feeling as though Bruno were playing with him like a puppet. He felt so used, wanted, and satiated, but still had yet to experience the full satisfaction of his orgasm due to the nefarious implement Bucciarati had equipped him with. "Bruno, capo, please, it hurts, I need to cum, so close…." He muttered breathlessly with every deep pump of the fisherman's rippling forearm.
Electing to finally grant the poor sap mercy, Bucciarati reached to unroll the ring from around Abbacchio's nethers, twitching at the relieved groan the other left loose. "You're soaking, and purple… don't worry, your capo is going to take good care of you." He said with a flourish, beginning to twist his hand faster as he rammed it into the paler one.
"Ah~! Oh fuck—-! I'm… Hnnn!" The fairer whimpered, cock starting to jump underneath him at the unbridled assault to his insides. Every slick motion rubbed inside him in ways he had never felt, and suddenly he was shouting hoarsely and milking Bucciarati's arm with his abused pucker while he violently spasmed and painted the duvet white under him.
"Yes, yes, good boy, take it…" Bruno whispered as he massaged his prostate through it, only pulling his arm out when he finally heard a destroyed keen from below. He wasn't finished, however. "Please, keep going, use me, I need it." Leone whined, rutting his gaping asshole onto the throbbing cock nestled behind him. How could Bruno say no to that?
Slipping himself back inside offered a surprising amount of stimulation for just being speared open on a thickly muscled forearm. Groaning, Bucciarati could already feel himself twitching, the theatrics the younger displayed had affected him more than he let on. "Ah-!" He bit off, beginning to pump his fat length into the other a final time.
Leone simply laid there and took it as Bruno slid him from his lap and pressed him into the bed with his weight. The oppressive heaviness and pounding to his oversensitive prostate made him babble gibberish into the mattress beneath. "Sh, I know, I'm almost there…" Bucciarati soothed, ramming into Abbacchio with fervor as he whined intensely into the bed. 4 more deep rocks later, Bruno moaned breathlessly into Leone's shoulder and spilled himself harshly inside. He fucked the other through it, only pulling away when he lost enough hardness to continue thrusting.
Collapsing to the side of Abbacchio, Bruno carded his fingers through his hair as they panted out their afterglow. "Was that what all this odd behavior has been all about? You liking me?" Bruno questioned, knowing better than to expect much of a response with how thoroughly he had just been railed. The former cop nodded into a pillow, too fucked out to verbally communicate.
"I'm sorry I was so oblivious you know, I should've realized with the way you stare at me like you want to eat me for dessert every day." Bucciarati chuckled, leaving the bed to retrieve a wet washcloth and some water in a glass. The glass he sat next to the bed for Leone, and the rag he used to gently clean between the other's cheeks and thighs.
With that settled, Bruno returned to bed and wrapped the gently snoring gangster in his tanned arms, for what would be the first of many times.