ѕωєєт αρρєтιтє ♨ Café (yaoi || CLOSED)

[Rynn The Dragon Rider]

A loud ringing sound sounded in the medium size apartment and a Doberman Pincher was on top of the purple haired male that was laying on his stomach. The male groaned and swatted above his face to remove the licking nuisance until he realized his alarm clock was going off. Lifting his head just enough to look at the clock, the twenty-three year old sat up and almost sending the girl off his bed. “Merda! IO sono in ritardo! (s**t! I am going to be late!)” He pushed off his sheets and ran to the bathroom. He wasn’t going to be late per say, but he still had work to finish up before the café opened. He was beyond tired because he had only gotten to bed two or three hours earlier because of the time crunch the day before.

Jumping in and out of the shower in record time, the male moved and quickly feed the girl before he opened his balcony door where he had one of those large yard mats where dogs could relieve themselves. “I am sorry, Regan. I will take you for a walk tomorrow morning. I believe the walker should be by today to take you to the park.” The man changed into the native tongue of where he lived—which was French. He quickly dried off before slipping into black jeans, a red long sleeve shirt, his black boots, a black trench-type coat, and his favorite scarf. He feed his girl before he ran out of the apartment, but not until he checked to make sure the door was locked.

Catching the first bus that he came across going in the direction that he needed, the purple haired male let out a sigh before he hopped off and walked down the side of a building and unlocked one of the two back doors. One the front of the building the sign read Sweet Appetite, a café and secretively a brothel. The male walked into the locker room and tiredly opened his locker with the nameplate that read Rio and pulled out his black slacks, black dress shoes, and his button-up dress shirt with long sleeves. He slowly took off his clothes before changing and once he looked presentable did he grab his black vest and put it on buttoning it up. He had a vest instead of an apron since he was the café’s manager and had to stand out a little. The male pulled out a tie and pulled his hair back and he shut his locker.

Rio, which was short for Rosario Drago, moved towards the manager’s office and clocked in before he started filling out the last few order forms that he hadn’t finished the previous night due to a few different reason—some being doing double duty on checking inventory and being sore as heck. The Italian lifted his head as he heard the door and he figured that it was one of the limited staff since they didn’t open up for at least an hour. Having his sleeves unbuttoned, Rio rolled them up because he had time before he had to button them, but then he had a new pair of cuffs to wear. He had got them from a customer last night and they were onyx, but he was superstition when some people say that onyx was bad luck.

Submitting the forms, Rio got them done faster then he thought he would. He sat back and crossed his arms as he figured he could have slept in a little, but then again he always tried to be the first one in and well pretty much the last one out. The Italian got up and moved to the locker room and just sat in one of the cushion chairs since the room was also made for the staff to use as a lounge and a rest room as well. It had to be comfortable for them since they worked long, long hours. Letting his head lazy back against the top of the chair, the male started to doze off a little in the chair because he felt at least safe enough to sleep, even with the one door unlocked.

The door open and shut causing Rio to jump and unconsciously he spoke in Italian. “Sono su! (I am up!)” His breathing was a little rugged as he pulled out his tie and ran a hand through it. He had been spooked, but it was just because he had been dozing off. He looked up to see who had walked into the locker room. “Ciao. (Hello.)” The Italian greeted his fellow staff and coworkers the same way he says hello to the clients before going into French or English. Crap! He always kept his Italian somehow into the conversation, but the best way he did was to say hello in the language. He relaxed back into the chair and took a deep breath. “I am sorry about that. I didn’t get enough sleep last night.” He spoke in French again, without the French accent since it wasn’t his first language, and relaxed against the chair.

[Nocturna Corruptionem]

Ohhh, last night was one hell of a night. No it wasn’t hookers night down at the red light district, nor was it lets go drink ourselves silly night either. It was simply said, kick out night. Why kick out night, simple they still had intruders on their territory that needed to be promptly kicked out before those damned parasites came back. Hoarding all their territory, like hell that would happened on his watch. But right now the man rested…

Half covered by crisp white sheets that covered up a half dressed body, whose head was hidden under large fluffy pillows. Curtains dressed the windows of this man’s room, long drapes that blocked out the morning sun. Draped that allowed his rest to continue. The whole night had been downright hard and heavy. Lucian had gone down and raided one of those smaller shops down and around his districts. Those smaller shops where houses for those damn Sicilian that still hide around his territory. Cowards that hid to wait, to wait for the right time to strike back. He wasn’t going to allow that not on his watch. He was here to gain back every last inch of his territory. Every. Last. One. No matter how many died and how many suffered… Last night a small tailor shop that his some of those Sicilian’s had been the target, they had been smuggling weapons, guns and other things from their connections over in Italy. This was becoming a problem since one or two of them had caused his men problems just some weeks ago. But he couldn’t do anything unless his suspicions had been confirmed.

But low and behold they had and just two days ago to. They had been confirmed about them, and that was the go. And they took it immediately sure they had to prepare themselves but yesterday night, all hell broke loose in that tiny tailor shop. Five dead, shot, cut and plainly brutally massacred. The shop was torn to pieces as their merchandise stolen cleanly… and nothing anyone could do. Nothing but watch in horror as a man dressed in mostly whites, black and dark tones of purple watched from afar with an amused smile, and only came when it was time to close shop and take their playthings down stairs to take away information from them. Taking information from them via hits, cuts and gunshots. Once all that was done, that lilac haired demon had left with a smile smudged in red looking like an angel dragged from heaven and who just enjoyed hell more than he did heaven.

A muffled yawn came from the sleeping form as he started to stir in his sleep; it was about time to start getting up. Stretching and rolling around his large bed, rolling of it he pulled up his soft silk pajama pants, messy hair messier than normal. Stood about as he walked with a complete lazy step into the bathroom. His bath had already been made, after all his servants where just a call away. He had the life, the power, the lovers, everything, as also the worries and charges of being Chairman of his mafia. Dipping down he relaxed as the warm water soother those sore muscles from the night before. The ma rested his head closing his eyes. There was a shop he needed to keep a consent eye on, that was a small café, that at night it would turn magically into a brothel. So his undercover said. But today was the day he would check out this so called café / brothel.

After dressing and eating a soft breakfast, he had taken his car and driven off slowly to Sweet Appetite, no chofer this time around. If he wanted to make an entrance he’d go by himself. The drive was about a good thirty minutes, but by the time he had gotten there, there had been some clients roaming around as also the waiters. He had hear rumors about this place, said they attended clients like a mother would a child. Made you want to come back again and again. But he had to see if it was true all this, and if there were any of his unwanted there to kill off to.

Parking he sat there in his car looking in at the shop. His eyes narrowed slightly, he had sworn on their graves he would eliminate any of those damn Sicilian’s or anyone related to them, even if it cost him his life. Climbing out the car. Lucian dressed his best like always, a white coat covered him, a black vest topped a white dress shirt, a soft tone of purple hung neatly around his neck as a touch on his head topped him off, a white fedora with a black band around it. Many business men dressed like this not only gangsters. Walking into the café he was greeted by one of the many waiters, he had requested a table far from everyone and it had to be a window side one to. Taken like he had requested he smiled as he was indicated and given a menu. Nodding his eyes flicked slowly from place to place. The place looked cozy enough… but let just see how cozy this place really was. Looking into the menu, he had awaited only to be attended by another waiter like his previous had stated just a bit.

[Rynn The Dragon Rider]

The time was ticking away and slowly all the staff showed up for work and Rosario opened the front door. The male moved to his locker to finish getting dressed and he unrolled his sleeves and put his new cuffs on. Soon in no time, the café started to grow busy, very busy. It was more so then on a normal day since the Italian had to ask someone to give him a hand greeting and sitting people. Normally it was the work on the manager to do that, but as soon as a spot was open it was quickly filled.

Walking around to the tables that he hadn’t sat, Rio tried to make them all feel extremely welcome. The Italian thought it was a great day in general and a very pleasant atmosphere. That was until he came to the farthest table from the door, but near the window. There sat a single man in white. The man dressed like some of the business men that came and went during the day and even occasionally at night, but this man had a completely different aura. Glancing about, like he was checking on how the area was, Rio knew that the aura wasn’t noticeable to the others around him. That being the case, Rio was pretty certain that the guy had to work underground. He wasn’t too sure what he did or who he really was, but it met that the Italian was walking on thin ice and he knew it.

Rio walked over to the last table being mindful to hide his accent as he spoke with the man in white. “Good morning, sir. Is this your first time visiting Sweet Appetite Café? I am the manager here and if there are any problems let me know. I am also sorry that I didn’t get a chance to greet you at the door. Have a good day, sir.” Walking away, the Italian let out a quiet sigh because it had been a while since he had to hide his accent and it took every ounce for him to concentrate on his words to keep it from slipping.

Moving over to the door as more customers showed up, Rio put on a smile and went over to kiss the three ladies on the hand. “Ciao. Welcome to Sweet Appetite Café. I am Manager Rio and your caring host. Let me show you lovely ladies to your seat.” The male moved and sat the ladies at the only open spot which was a few booths away from the man in white. “Your waiter will be with you shortly. Today’s special is Chocolat Chaud, hot chocolate, and Crapes with strawberries. Please enjoy.” Handing them menus, Rio walked away and went to the door as more people came. He had let his accent slip back as he had spoken to the ladies, since his accent had became one of the many trademarks for the café. The ladies also loved hearing Italian and the Italian accent just as much as they did the French language.

The man kept nagging at the back of Rio’s mind. No, the man in white wasn’t talking to him, but just the fact that someone with is aura was in the café was driving him mentally crazy for multiple reasons. He knew that aura met danger that was towards everyone, but possibly more towards him if the man was part of the French Mafia. It also bothered him because it put him on defense so he could quickly protect his coworkers if something were to become dangerous. Putting that to the back of his mind, Rio kept on doing his work like there was nothing on his mind or that he was on the defense. Then again, the Italian was hoping for the best that the other would just leave without noticing that there were at least two with Italian blood in them working in the café. That was the best option and just hope that the man didn’t know about the change that Sweet Appetite undertook when the café closed and when night falls.

[Kayjira]

// + // No escaping when I start ** (take the pain, take the pleasure)
** Once im in I own your heart // + //

"Damn its getting cold..." That morning broadcast had lied to him, sure it called for the sun along with some wind here and there, but did they forget to mention exactly how cold the wind was destined to be? Yes. So, there he was, looking like some shivering mess everytime the wind touched his exposed skin as he made his way to the shop, arms were wrapped around his slim torso, painted nails clutching at the hem to his shirt that may have betrayed him by being a long sleeved one with the neck cut enough to expose one bare shoulder. If anyone couldnt tell, he hated the cold, he just loathed the thought on dropping in temperature, turning blue and freezing to death. He loved heat compared to it, and every jacket he had passed on the street, keeping their owner warm, was looking like a lovely oasis for him to cling to till he felt the warmth; which led him into this predicament of running to work, he thought it was going to be decently nice! And, of course, moments later of unheardable cussing and shivers later, he had the shop in his sights, which had him jumping for joy on the inside, running straight for the door to open it and fling himself on in, "Cold cold cold," he would chant as he ventured toward the heater and turned it on. Sighing in pure relief and satisfaction when he felt the warmth webbing its way over his skin before he decided to move and get ready, grabbing his waiter garb, he would begin stripping and replacing clothing; only mid-way through his changing with his shirt off to reveal that rather slim and slender slope to chest and stomach, did he hear the manager come running in like he had done. He smiled, pink and blonde bangs falling over one eye, did he wave, "Ciao, looks like I have beaten you, Rio-chan, my place or yours tonight, hm?" He would coo in the genuine tease that was him as he pulled on the finishing touches to his work clothes. Like Rosario, the manager to Sweet Appetite, he was Italian, but only about sixty percent so, and the other fourty was occupied by his own Japanese heritage, and with being born to two different cultures, he had learned both languages; Italian from his father and Japanese from his mother.

It wasnt long till he was ready to go as his fellow coworkers appeared, hands moved to tie his hair back into a loose ponytail before he moved out into the shop, mingling with customers and taking orders as it picked up within minutes, maybe seconds. "Good morning, my name is Sebastian and I will be your waiter, may I start you off with some refreshments, coffee, shakes, hot chocolate, numbers perhaps?" He would smile, the last suggestion earning some friendly laughs and blushes here and there from either gender at the table he was waiting on at that moment. He would write down the requested beverages before smiling once more, "I will be back with your drinks and to take your order," it was then, that when he was turning around and putting the pen behind one of his ears that he noticed the man in white, the aura coming from him was noticeable and he felt a shiver run through him as he moved to retrieve the drinks for the table he had waited on; he would turn his head to look for Rio, no doubt he noticed him and he would raise a brow with question before placing the drinks on a tray and holding it out with one hand. He was no newbie to this, with the shops reputation and the after hours that totally played away from the sweet shop, that he didnt doubt it would draw some unwanted attention; and, little did he know that thats what was here, possibly. With a smile, he would reach the table and place the refreshments down, taking their orders before turning and making his way to the booth that the man dressed in white with the interesting yet off aura was sitting at.

"Good morning, my name is Sebastian and I will be your waiter," he would murmur to him with a smile, removing the pen from behind an ear, which had caused those bangs to slid over an eye. "May I start you off with a refreshment or maybe some company?" Why was this one causing him some strange uncomfortable feelings here, he has dealt with some customers before that had led him feeling uncomfortable but not from the beginning, this one was different, like he was some important person that he should have known about; hm. "Or shall I give you a moment to decide? Our special today is Chocolat Chaud, hot chocolate and crepes with some strawberries," he would emit, continuing to wonder and stare before diverting the weight from one foot to the other; that smile had remained, those amethyst eyes holding their friendly yet mysteriously flirtatious shine to them, waiting on the man to request a drink and maybe a few moments to think on what he had wanted; he knew he was crossing some boundary here. But, a customer was a customer, he couldnt have ignored him, no matter how uncomfortable it had made him and Rio to even be in his presence.

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