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Sharing a house with the boss was exhilarating!
At first, Doppio was cautious. Who wouldn’t be? The boss doesn’t let anyone see his face without dying after, so of course he was scared he’d done something wrong.
Instead, for his loyalty, Diavolo proposed living amongst one another as a way to show his appreciation for Doppio (aswell as keeping an eye on him, but Doppio didn’t know that).
Cooking for Diavolo was stressing but oddly calming, like he could show his appreciation further. He’d ignore how the boss would cautiously stare at the food, checking for poison and whatnot, but was glad to see his anxiety fading the more he cooked.
Sliding two plates from his fingers onto the table, Doppio smiled, “Your favourite! What do you want to drink?”
“Oh, my sweet Doppio.. you can pick a wine this time.”
Doppio couldn’t help but bounce on his feet! This was going to be difficult, but he had to pick something that would work well with the dish.
He deftly untied the apron and hung it up before going towards their pantry, reading a couple labels.
It was spring, the dish was savoury.. Maybe a chardonnay? Boss seemed to like drinking a glass of them on the rare occasions he went onto the porch, gazing out towards a night sky with no moon visible to shine above.
Diavolo loved aged wines, 10 years at least. He made sure to pick the eldest from Burgundy, smiling to himself before turning back towards the table. Diavolo had already got them glasses, head resting atop a strong hand.
He spun the bottle to show the label, head tilting to the side. Diavolo hummed, nodding, before getting up to get cutlery.
Pouring the chardonnay was fun for Doppio, watching the colour pour out like a waterfall. The liquid splashed against the polished glass, now moving onto the next one, and Diavolo placed the cutlery down by their plates.
“How was your day, love?”
Diavolo’s voice was like music to his ears which he couldn’t get enough of.
“It went well! I gathered some intel, as little injuries as I could like you asked!”
The boss hummed to urge him to continue. The conversation drifted on as they talked about work, Doppio sitting down so they both could start to eat.
As Doppio talked, he noticed Diavolo’s eyes start to dip towards his lips. Was there something on them?
A thumb brushed against them as the boss talked, wiping away some sauce that he must’ve clumsily left behind.
’Fuck! Now I look foolish infront of the boss!’
Diavolo raised a brow, repeating what he said again so the man would respond.
“A-ah, right, um.. He said a name, so I asked Tizziano and Squalo if they could scout them out. It’d be a big project if it was just me, hope that’s okay!”
“That’s just fine, my sweet little Doppio. I’m sure you’d be capable, but efficiency is most important for this, hm?”
“Yeah! They both were fine with it, and I’m expecting them to find the guy by Tuesday. In the meantime, I’ll check some of the other branches connected to the one I ‘interrogated’.”
“Good work, you’ve done well.”
Doppio beamed. They continued to talk a bit further and speculate on some things, finishing off their meals.
The chardonnay was nice, and Diavolo seemed to relax a bit further. After a while, they moved into the living room to look through channels and see if anything interesting was on.
Doppio had heard about this new drama he’d been waiting to watch, but it’d be releasing next week. He’d have to wait..
“Oh, frogs,” Diavolo exclaimed. Doppio’s eyes darted towards the screen, gleefully staring at a nature documentary.
Boss knew him so well! Maybe it was all the frog-themed stuff in his room that gave it away, but who cares! He noticed!
The boss was always so attentive, it made Doppio’s heart flutter. He couldn’t help but put his head on Diavolo’s shoulder, feeling the muscles tense for a second before relaxing once more.
An arm slowly moved to wrap around Doppio’s shoulders, small circles drawn by a careful finger onto the soft woollen jumper he was wearing. He started to feel tired, happily drowning in Diavolo’s designer cologne and something more subtle that Doppio sneakily tried to inhale more of.
Doppio’s face felt a little hot, but he blamed it on how warm Diavolo was. He started to drift off into sleep, hearing (and feeling) Diavolo distantly chuckle before pressing a gentle kiss onto Doppio’s temple.
“Goodnight,” Diavolo whispered, turning the TV off and carefully carrying Doppio to bed.