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[_BardofHaven_]

Pascal nodded at Niccolo as the other said that his hat was in 'good hands'. Yet the words did not relax the young Shaprio. In fact it made him worry more. What if he lost it!? The man was naked for Peat-Sakes! What if like someone stole his clothes? And his hat was still in Niccolo's jeans? And then they decided they were too dirty to be worn ever,ever, EVER again?! SO instead of washing his pants, they decide to BURN his clothes?! I mean the Ocello's were rich enough to afford new clothes, so it was ENTIRELY possible that Pascal would NOT be getting his hat back.

The thought terrified him, but before he could respond, Domani was pushing him down the hallway towards his room. He was too caught up in his thoughts that he did happen to miss the gloriousness that was Niccolo's a**. Not that it totally mattered...much. He soon found himself being pushed into a windowless, yet pleasant room. He listened to Domani as he explained the phone system nodding. Then he was alone. Yaay alone. Again. Ug.

If there was one thing Pascal hated, it was being alone...even though he desperately needed a shower. Alright. So shower first, then we'll see if....one of the servants wants to...chat? Yeah. That seems likely. Alright. So...oh. Right. Pascal jerked his hands, wincing as the cuffs tugged at his wrists. "********." He moaned out loud. Stupid cuffs....stupid guard putting them back on. How was he suppose to put this shirt on? Also, speaking of which, he will probably need new clothes. He looked around the room, finding the phone on a nightstand next to the...oh wow. a BED! He walked quickly over to it, jumping onto it, moving closer to the phone while testing the comfort of the bed. "Ohoohhohoh. I a SO going to sleep on you. Forever if possible. In several different positions. At different levels of nakedness" He laughed out, as he reached the phone. Picking it up he dial 125 waiting for an answer.

"Servizio ai piani, come possiamo aiutare?" said a voice on the line

"Uh...yeah...I'm not sure how to say this. But uh...this is the kidnappy? Pascal? Yeah i'm in the prisoners room? And Domani said to use this phone if I needed anything? Yeah. Sooo...I need clothes? Doesn't really matter what kind...I suppose. but definitely pants and underwear? I have a shirt here...but um yeah." He finished hearing muttering on the phone. He just kinda stared at it before slowly hanging it up. "That wasn't awkward....or anything." He said to himself. He didn't really get an answer but he didn't think it mattered. Either he got the clothing or he didn't. Though he didn't want to necessarily get back into his bloody jeans and underwear.

Speaking of which, shower. Pascal climbed of the bed, making sure to spring himself up off of it and headed towards the bathroom. The bathroom was nice and spacious. Which was a bit surprising. The tub looked like a frieken Jacuzzi with a shower head over it. There were sundries scattered around the tub and a pair of towels hanging on the wall near by. Pascal grinned and attempted to take of his pants and underwear off with handcuffs on. While the pants weren't necessarily a problem, the underwear just wouldn't slip off. So while he tried to bend down and get them off, due to the lack of sleep, he fell. Forward. Hitting his head on the ground. "Piss! Gah- This is not my day. Hisss, ouch!" he cried out laying on the ground. Naked. Rubbing his head. Thank god he locked the door.

He crawled off of the nice, cold tile floor and turned on the shower. Waiting for the water to heat up, he looked at himself in the mirror.

What. The. Serious. ********!

Pascal stared at his reflection in the mirror for the first time since before he left for the club. He looked like a train wreck. His eyes looked dark and the bags under his eyes were black due to lack of sleep, his skin looked dirty and the most shocking thing was the scars. The O under his eye was blaringly obvious and would probably be one of the first things people notice. He looked down at his chest and winced at the thought of removing the bandages. He took a moment regain some composure before blowing out a breath, cheeks puffing a bit as he began to remove the bandages. The bandages stuck to the fresh skin and he hissed as resisted coming off. He leaned against the sink as he stared at the mirror, the steam from the heated shower already beginning to cover the corners up. The initials stared back at him, still red and sore, specks of blood already pouring out from the still fresh wound.

******** Domani.

He sighed once again before moving to hop into the shower. The heat was certainly welcome and Pascal let out a moan and hiss or something in between and the water relaxed his muscles while burning his wounds. The mixture of pain and pleasure cause him to toss his head back into the oncoming stream of water. After about ten minutes of adjusting to...everything, he began to clean himself.

Once he finished he hopped out, still handcuffed, and attempted to dry himself. Which was also hard than it looked like. He wrapped a towel around his waist and peered out the door, hoping to see a neat stack of clothes on the bed or something. But not seeing anything, he shrugged. Thinking that the help here only understood Italian or something like that. So instead, turned around and walked over to the mirror and sink to see if they had a toothbrush and hairbrush.


[ location || The Amazing Bathroom! ] xxxxxxx [ company || No one! ]
[ ooc || Someone should visit the prisoner. ]

[furcula]

⚜ MOOD ║ shakyxxxxx⚜ LOCATION ║ about to leave the mansionxxxxx⚜ COMPANY ║ Luciano
⚜ OOC ║ suck on this late post </3


xxxBeau turned his back around. If he wasn’t well composed, he would have dodge-rolled to the side, brought out his unbelievably super-huge broadsword, and sang, gloating while he swung his blade and produced red rivers generously. Consequently, his infamous hat fell off his head, when he turned. But then in real life, he met Luciano with a smile – of course, with an equal amount of hidden derision for the other – while catching his hat as it slid down his shoulder.
xxxAs he took the note, his head followed where Luciano’s eyes moved. Beau got distracted for a second there, as if this man’s interests concerned him. So he shook then cocked his head and focused onto the paper instead. He nodded slowly and repeated what the other guy had said:
xxx“The meeting time and place – oh, okay, Lucy. … I can’t say if this is a smart move or not. However this thing ends, there will still be blood; with the exception of that young boy bleeding in the cellar of course.” Beau departed – after no more dilly-dallying, thank god – and rode off on his late-father’s motorcycle.

xxxWhenever he received a call from the doctor, Beau only expected two things. He always answers shakily as the hospital’s number would light up his phone’s screen. It was either they’d pronounce her dead, or they’d demand more money to fund their services for his sister. In turn, just so she could continue living, Beau never hesitated to do anything. Thus, he was dealing weapons behind the Ocellos’ back. Otherwise, he’d be selling his organs on the black market, or his own meat at the red-light district, worst-case-scenario. Other options existed, and even much better and decent, but apparently, he chose the easy way out. Guns were a commodity for the gangs and most people ordered in bulk now – what with the apocalypse threatening to kill us all.
xxxThis early morning, he had another call from the doc. His sister was stable but her medicine had run out. A hundred bucks could only suffice for four days of supply, but apart from that, other hospital bills were already due. Beau was in a pickle.

xxxBefore he made a call to the Russians, he had already sold his father’s motorcycle. Yes, that 1988 Harley Davidson Softail Springer, the one he drove when he visited the mansion. What kind of dead person would need a motorcycle anyway? His sister needed to survive.



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[I B L O W I]

Domani heard a faint sound coming up behind him. The quick beating of a heart entered both ears and set up a red alert. He discreetly balanced on the balls of his feet and waited. He couldn't understand why he couldn't hear a footstep but at that moment it didn't mater. Some how Pascal must have gotten free of his handcuffs and be coming back for revenge. There was nothing in the room the boy could use as a weapon so this would just end up as a hand on hand combat. He was still a bit frustrated with the man from before so at least he'd be able to get his anger out. Whatever the Russian had in store, Domani was well prepared to give everything he had. When the hand made connection with his skin Domani closed his eyes and prepared himself to strike. It wasn't until the hand made it's way to his lower back and the deep voice ran through his ear.

Domani laughed a bit and relaxed his body. It was only Niccolo. Gah didn't he know that no one I mean no one sneaks up on him. Sneaking up on people was Dom's game and only he knew the rules. Well he thought he was the only one who knew the rules. Maybe his friend was picking something up along the way. The low growl sent goose bumps down Domani's spine but he didn't show it and covered it quickly with a low chuckle. Screw self control! Wait. It hit Dom that Nic was flirting with him. Domani was always the aggressor when it came to flirting and just out of the blue Nic was initiating this game. He knew what this was. Niccolo was looking for revenge for the towel incident. He spun around and instinctively his hands rested on Nic's waist.

"Si. Proprio come alcuni dipendenti promossi per i servizi sessuali."

Domani winked and laughed. It was impossible to say something like that to Nic without laughing. He playfully looked Niccolo up and down biting gently on his bottom lip. He'd seen Niccolo almost naked before but today was the first time his eyes hand had seen everything, well from a back angle. He scanned his Nic's body, now that it was clothed, and it just wasn't the same. Nic's body was edible sexy perfect just like any well toned tanned better be in my bedroom later normal human body. And now it was being blocked by stupid unecessary clothes. Maybe Dom could just cut them off like he did Pascal's. That would be nic-Ugh he'd had to be strong. He could act, but he couldn't sleep with an employee. Even if that employee was a lifetime friend still. Business and pleasure should never mix. But that was his father talking not him. He could do what he wanted when he wanted. Hell he was Domani Ocello. “I can't tell if you look better with or without clothes on. Ha. Someone's trying to get back into my bed again. Love that bathroom don't you?"


Out Of Control:
Translate: "Yeah. Just like some employees get promotions because of sexual services."

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Okay so Niccolo was bent on getting Domani back for the towel gag, but he wasn’t actually ‘bent’ in the sense that he was ‘bent out of shape’ about it. In fact, he wasn’t upset about it at all. He was simply a strong believer in eye-for-an-eye when it came to friendly antics between the two of them. There had been many other times where Domani had said or done something to or around Niccolo in order to surprise him or get a rise out of him, and more often than not the desired reaction was received, but Niccolo would rarely ever try to get him back. Normally he just wouldn’t have the drive to or he wouldn’t care, but a big reason behind it was because honestly, let’s face it, Domani lived in the freaking walls and he could sneak up on Niccolo and give it right back to him twice as hard at any given time of day or night. Though that did present an interesting challenge, and one that had a lot of potential to be entertaining, especially if Niccolo stayed out in the open and farther away from any place that could be a secret passage entryway. It would be fun to see how Domani handled that, though that may bring his wrath down even harder. Eh. Let’s have a go!

Niccolo chuckled under his breath when Domani relaxed, his muscles visibly loosening and his entire energy seeming to fall into a more calm state. Yes, of course he was on edge all of the time. Niccolo had heard multiple times of the training that they had to go through as they were growing up. It was understandable, since you kind of had to be prepared for that kind of stuff when you were the son of a major mafia Don, and one of the next in line to take over the family. Hundreds if not thousands of people would love the opportunity to have Domani and Carmine offed, so it had to have been hammered into both of their brains to always have their guard up. But without missing a beat Domani recovered from his battle anticipation and spun around, hands landing on either side of Niccolo’s torso, making Niccolo’s lips turn up at the corners in a charming smirk. A promotion in exchange for sexual services? Hah! Yes, that was something that happened quite frequently in the business world, wasn’t it? And technically this was a business… hm.

“I don’t need a promotion.”

Obviously there was something more going on here. The sexual tension between the two could practically be seen like the heat waves that came off of concrete in the middle of a blazing summer day. Lip biting, wandering eyes, Domani’s tone, and the way his hands held Niccolo both now and when he had been in his towel all hinted very strongly towards what the Ocello heir was thinking. And wanting very badly, if the look in his eyes was any big clue into his thought process (which it was, of course; Niccolo could read Domani like an open book when Domani allowed him, though not many other people could. Nic was just that close to him, and just that good). Oh, this could turn out to be much more fun than he originally thought~. Niccolo’s hands rested on top of Domani’s for a moment before sliding up the length of his arms, fingertips only touching ever-so-lightly. One hand rested on Domani’s shoulder, pulling him closer while the opposite hand caught Domani’s chin, lifting up gently so as to direct Domani’s eyes back up to Niccolo’s face. Bringing his bedroom eyes back into play, Niccolo let the hand on Domani’s shoulder move to the back of his neck, letting his nails scratch very softly just below his hair line, his voice barely above a purr. #Yolo

“My place is underneath you, Domani.”

Oh, yeah. Niccolo went there. Niccolo’s place is underneath Domani. Take a moment to drive that image in good and hard, real quick, would ya? Domani finally gets fed up with waiting and employee protocols and drags Niccolo back to his bedroom, pins him down, and finally makes his deepest desires into a reality. Oh-ho-ho yes, this would play out nicely.

“I also do not need to try to get into your bed. You pushed me onto it, remember~?”

Man, who knew Niccolo could be so exquisitely not quiet? Oh, and the bathroom! Niccolo couldn’t really break out of his sexual mojo streak right now, so he couldn’t gush about exactly how much he loved the bathroom in its entirety with the theme and its features, but he could say other stuff.

“It is beautiful, but the shower is a little too big for only one person, isn’t it?”

Damn, he was on a roll today!

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[Corpius]

░░▌┋ THE OCELLO BOSS
TRY NOT TO MISTAKE WHAT YOU HAVE WITH WHAT YOU HATE
xxxxIT COULD LEAVE, IT COULD LEAVE, COME THE MORNING

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Luciano was the last to leave the room, bending to grab that cursed gun and vanishing down the hall to catch Beau. Domani had taken Pascal upstairs, and silence fell over the now empty basement room. Carmine waited a count of ten seconds, until he was sure they were all long gone, then let out the strained breath he’d been holding. Way to barely keep it together, Carmine, good job. He was almost surprised Beau hadn’t just laughed in his face, and his hot headed threats. Proof of the power his position gave him, he supposed, but still...that had been a little overboard.

Admitting that he’d lost it made him feel weak, and he didn’t like it. What sort of adult was so freaked out by a small part of their childhood that they couldn’t function normally in close proximity to an unloaded gun? It was shameful, that’s what it was. And if anyone found out, well, they’d probably not say anything to his face, but they’d talk and he’d be a joke of a don. Stupid that it mattered so much to him, but that was Carmine. He was more than a little defined by his ego.

What had that Russian brat said as he was leaving? "Hey, so come visit me again and we'll have another chat. Hopefully with less....uh interruptions." A chat? About what, his hat? What did he think he had to say that was worth Carmine hearing? He’d just beg to be let go and make desperate promises in hopes Carmine would listen. Then again, desperate people were more likely to talk...a little too much. He probably didn’t know anything that worth anything to Carmine, even concerning his brother, but he wouldn’t know unless they spoke, would he?

It was really just an excuse. Deep down, Carmine was still a little too humiliated to face Luciano or Domani. Especially Domani, who liked to think he knew everything about his respected older brother. Coward, much? Maybe, but you’d get a broken nose if you accused him of it.

Rather than wait for Luciano to return, the Ocello don headed quietly upstairs, contemplating his plans for the rest of the day. Really, it all hinged on the meeting with Roland Shaprio. If they were all lucky, it would go perfectly and everyone could walk away the best they could (which really just meant the Ocello family would come out on top and Roland would get his brother back in one piece). But Carmine didn’t really imagine it would go well, especially not after Roland recognized his face. Perhaps he subconsciously looked forward to the task for forcibly disbanding the Russian mob family and didn’t want Roland to give in without a fight. Cruel of him, but that was the point of his little vendetta- to release a little steam, you could say, and the Shaprios were just the unlucky victims.

He ran into a servant outside of Pascal’s new room, shuffling around and looking confused with a stack of clean clothes. As if she’d brought them, but then wasn’t sure if it was okay to take them inside. She inclined her head politely when she saw Carmine, twice as nervous now, and explained that the prisoner had called and asked, but she wasn’t entirely sure if they were supposed to listen to him, or ask for permission first or....her Italian was so fast that Carmine found himself a bit lost. He’d spoken nothing but English for much of the last eight years and two years back home hadn’t entirely fixed his habit. “I’ll take them. Better than him getting blood on everything to get cleaned out later...” The woman seemed even more distressed by the idea of handing him the clothes, so Carmine scowled and took them from her. “Go away, I don’t need a babysitter.” That was a bit snappish but...did everyone have to act like they were treading on a mine field around him? The servants were the worst.

He didn’t bother knocking on the door as he entered, still scowling. The room was empty, but the light in the bathroom was on, betraying where Pascal was. There was a hint of steam in the air too, suggesting he’d wasted no time in showering, not that Carmine blamed him.

[I B L O W I]

Domani was barley keeping his composer. What started out as a game was slowly transitioning into much much more. He was perfectly in control as Niccolo's finger tips ran up his arms. It was nothing he hadn't experienced before and he had enough control in his body to ignore the sensual action. He however wasn't that prepared for what was about to happen next. He ignored, almost laughing in his head, as Niccolo grabbed the back of his neck and his chin. Domani was so used to the quiet submissive Niccolo and was a bit taken back by how quickly he was able to reach for the role of the leader. It was a bit impressive and if anything Dom now knew how Nic would be able to help in interrogations. Domani made the biggest mistake of his life in that moment. He let his eyes connect with Niccolo's and those eyes pierce through Domani and brought out a hunger that he had long ago locked away.

This was like a mental war. The current twisted, calm, current Dom was fighting the perverted, seducing, womanizer Mani. Yeah it's true Dom used to be much worse then he was now. Over time his personality calmed down a bit and violence took over his love of passion. He was known as the Italian Don Juan, the and the modern day Casanova. The girls back home couldn't help themselves around him and over time it went to his head. The only thing was that now Niccolo was rekindling a fire that was at one point in time extinguished. As soon as Niccolo pulled Domani closer and purred those words out of those lips Mani was back. Dom listened smirking as the dangerously explicit lines kept firing out.

“My place is underneath you, Domani.”

“I also do not need to try to get into your bed. You pushed me onto it...”

“...the shower is a little too big for only one person, isn’t it?”

Each word fueling the fire that had to be showing in Domani's eyes by now. Pure instinct kicked in. He roughly wrapped his hands around the back of Niccolo's legs, knelt down a bit, and lifted Nic into the air; wrapping his legs around his waist. Mani spun around when he heard the approaching footsteps, quickly placing the two in one of the less occupied hallway. Domani laughed a bit pushing Niccolo's back against one of the stone walls, trapping him between a rock and well a hard place. Once he had the wall helping hold up the rather light boy, Mani smirked. "Si parla molto." Each word coming out a rather low growl. His hands quickly grabbed the V of Niccolo's shirt and roughly ripped it down the middle. He placed his hands back at Niccolo's sides and pulled his face to Nic's neck. His lips slowly traveled down Niccolo's collar bone until he was sure he'd found Nic's sweet spot. He smiled leaning back to face Niccolo. "Puoi eseguire il backup?." His face returned to the sweet spot and he hovered over it before biting down softly.


Out Of Control:
Translate: "You talk a lot." "But can you back it up?"

[impeccable error]

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His blank stare turned into a hard glare. Lucy? A drunk, handsome Russian was allowed to call him that, but Beau did not. Luciano wanted him to take the goddamn note. If he did it quickly it would be even better. The bodyguard brought his brows together for a moment. "We'll see," he replied after a second of hesitation. Luciano didn't know how the Shaprios would respond to ransom. There would always be blood. Sure, he didn't care much about the mafia. He was just working for them because it was his job. And quits frankly, if he didn't he would be dead. Beau turned and walked away. Luciano turned on his heels and ruffled his hair with his free hand. He looked up and let out a relieved sigh. Another thing out of his hair.

Once he had taken a few steps down the hallway towards Carmine's office, he stopped in his tracks and glanced over his shoulder to the location where Beau and him had just stood. When the time came, would the Ocellos really hand over the Shaprio boy easily? If the Shaprios didn't do anything dumb to piss the Ocellos off during the time it takes to return the hostage, then maybe things would work out smoothly.

Finding Carmine's office didn't take too long. Luciano pushed open the door and made his way inside. He pulled the ledger out from under his arm and placed it on the desk that was in the room. Then he placed the Glock 19 beside it and the magazine of the gun beside that. Now that all of his assigned tasks were complete, he decided that now was the appropriate time to get that cup of coffee that he had been wanting since the moment he had woken up.

He entered the kitchen and immediately went over to the coffee pot. He poured the black liquid into a large mug and took a giant sip. ********. However ran the kitchen was a real Italian. They knew their s**t on coffee. Luciano returned to the office, but instead of going inside, he remained in front of the door. He figured that Carmine would come by sooner or later. Being a bodyguard sometimes made him feel like a dog left at home. Waiting around as patiently as he could for his master...


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This was certainly different than Niccolo's typical person-to-person interactions. Just being this close to somebody normally would have been enough to make the Italian male uncomfortable, but this was different. This was Domani. It was hard to be uncomfortable with him in general, since they were so close, but that was especially true now, ever since last night. He didn't know what it was, but it was a lot easier to do this that he thought it would be. Maybe he was turning into quite the copy-cat, taking on Domani's mannerisms and playing them back for him, which wasn't unheard of. After watching and analyzing people so often, one was bound to learn how to act as someone else, though this was a bit of a stretch outside of Niccolo's previous routines. Niccolo was as quiet as a rock in most occasions, and never one to speak up unless spoken to, just sitting and listening to what was going on around him and drawing conclusions from that. He liked to make observations and dig deep into people's psyche, but for once he was being hands-on in his approach. It was interesting to him, but also very new and fragile. This was pretty much a test for himself. But also an excuse to get his hands all over Domani, but hey, who's keeping track of Niccolo's motives?

Niccolo's eyes were striking in themselves, but when he was in a mood or actually putting effort behind his glances, they could be dangerous. This was one of those times. He briefly caught the look in Domani's eyes before he was flashed back to earlier times, when he didn't know Domani so well, before they became best friends and before Niccolo was his right hand man, when Niccolo was just kind of 'there' in the house and keeping to himself. At a time when he would spend days at a time locked in a room, he would only people watch and learn as much as he could. He was almost eighteen when he first started introverting himself again, and that was around the time that Domani was a sexual deviant. Niccolo had known about it, but he never spoke a word to Domani in general, let alone about his disapproval of such activities. Yes, he remembered now. Niccolo took a moment to actually pay attention, and he noticed that Domani's eyes were the same as they were back then. Well, he supposed that he sort of knew that this would end up happening. Now to ride the storm in!

He was hoisted into the air without any warning, and within seconds he was pressed against a wall, his legs wrapped tightly around Domani's middle. Well he certainly wasn't objecting to this movement, but dammit this meant he didn't have the upper hand any longer! How the hell do you gain the dominant position once you get picked up like a freakin' beanie baby and shoved into a wall? He would have to get creative with this on--holy s**t Domani was really going for it! Niccolo would have to think quickly.

Now remember kids, Niccolo was very sheltered and introverted as a child and through most of his teen years; he was home schooled and then put straight into the mafia. This means he had no time for a social life, or any friends at all, let alone significant others. This also means that he does not know the ways of the body, other than kissing and what was learned through word of mouth, reading, television, and the like. Yes, Niccolo is a big fat virgin. Which means Domani had about 200% more experience than he did, and he was pretty damn positive that Domani knew that. Which would, again, put Domani undeniably on top. ******** ******** ******** ********~. Domani definitely did know what he was doing. With Niccolo's lack of experience, it would be very difficult to get himself back in possession of the reigns, especially with Domani's mouth being a huge distraction at the moment. He could disregard the damage to his shirt, but those damn lips, all over his neck and collarbone and then (holy moly) Niccolo's skin suddenly felt as if it was being set on fire, the warmth spreading over his neck, face, and a hot burn pooling low in his gut. Domani's lips and teeth closed on the space just between his neck and shoulder, what will be from this point on referred to as the 'sweet spot', and Niccolo's head dropped back into the wall not-so-quietly. So that's what this was like. He bit the inside of his lip, hard, attempting to control his breathing and think clearly. Domani proceeded to bite down on his sweet spot again, though, and the heat shot through his body once more, his hips jerking forward before Niccolo could even hope to catch himself. s**t. But then it occurred to him. He wanted to be on top. What better way than to just do that, literally?

Okay, time to get the ball rolling again! Going with the same motion as before, Niccolo pushed his hips forward, this time using his shoulders as stability and leverage to get a little more oomph in the movement. He brought his hands up above his head, pushing against the wall as hard as he could in an effort to throw Domani off balance and send them falling to the floor, which would leave Niccolo literally on top, straddling Domani's hips. Once in place, Niccolo would grab onto Domani's hands and pin them against the floor, a smug smirk peaking the corners of his lips before he would go straight in for the kill, pressing his lips against Domani's and pressing his body as close as clothing would allow. He wasn't going down this easily!

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[I B L O W I]

Domani kept his eyes dangerously locked on Niccolo's as they both fell backwards, tumbling onto the floor. The smirk never left his face as Nic landed on top of him. He sharply inhaled once his hands were locked above his head. It was new for him to have anyone try to take control of any sexual contact. He was always the Alpha and his ego alone would never let him be the Beta. The only problem was that he had a bit of a soft side for his friend. Well Dom did, Mani on the other hand could give a less ____ right now. The only thing that mattered was that there was a very attractive piece of Italian mandy (man candy) straddling his waist. Before Mani could pull his hands free his concentration was broken for a moment. Niccolo's lips collided with his in such a sensual fashion that he almost didn't know what to do. Dom returned momentarily moving his lips slowly, forcing Nic's lips to follow suit. Within a few seconds Dom turned the burning lip pressing action into the most passionate kiss he'd ever experienced. The lame expression of feeling fireworks may have actually meant something. Dom couldn't express it as he calmed his head from going 50mph. It was just something about this moment that just...felt so right.

And thats when it hit him. He had to take things slower than he normally would. He had to keep a firm grip on Mani because while Nic was pretty much reaching into Domani and yanking his forcefully side out, he wasn't really prepared enough to handle it. Dom couldn't recall a time when he saw Nic doing anything besides bashful flirting with anyone in the years they've known each other. That would mean that Nic, his good boy, was still innocent in each way shape and form. It only heightened the passion in the air to know that Nic was playing a role just to keep Domani excited. Or for all Dom knew at this moment was this could be the real Niccolo. There could be a dominant side to the passive quite boy. It's always the quite ones.

Domani lifted his hips and slowly rolled them from the left to the right and back again, causing Nic to grind against him for balance. He pulled his knees up, further spreading Niccolo's legs. Once he was sure he had Nic's full body weight he deepened the kiss and rolled over placing himself between Nic's legs. His gray eye stared into the warm hazel colored orbs resting in Nic's head; both sets of eyes less than inches apart as Dom kept their lips connected. He grabbed Niccolo's hands and placed them behind his head as his wondered down to Nic's thighs. He was losing air quickly bout could care less and less as he pulled their bodies as close as possible. His tongue swiftly rubbed against Nic's bottom lip. The universal sign to turn a kiss a little more french. He was well prepared to play fight for dominance once he entered Nic's mouth before taking full control.



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Yes! His plan worked! Thankfully they hadn't toppled completely over and Domani hadn't hit his head or anything like that. That definitely would have killed the mood between the two Italians, and that wouldn't fly right now, not with how Niccolo was getting into it. He was on top, he was taking charge for once in his life, and everything was going as planned! Though soon enough Domani wou--wait a second. This isn't what Niccolo had expected Domani to come back with. He expected the Ocello heir to respond fast and forceful, but this... this was new. In all of the years that Niccolo had known Domani, studied his quirks and learned his ways, he had never seen anything like this. Normally he was grabby and extremely physical when it came to sexual encounters, was this different? Niccolo could sense the slight hesitation, but then all at once they weren't just going at it anymore. Domani was actually kissing Niccolo. Not the kind of lusty 'get in my bed right now' kissing, but the 'Jesus Christ, I never knew I kept a butterfly colony in my abdomen', foot-popping kissing. Everything slowed down and Niccolo instantly forgot about his silly fight for dominance. How could he focus on anything else? Domani was front and center, and that was where the rest of his mind went.

As embarrassing as it would be for Niccolo to admit out loud, that hip-rolling bit is what would nearly break him. As Domani's hips tilted from side to side, Niccolo had to adjust so that he wouldn't fall off, but the friction caused as a result of the movement was much, much too good. He was having a hard time balancing his mind's thoughts and his body's reactions at this point, and eventually his mind had to shut the hell up because good Lord he couldn't even form coherent thoughts right now anyways, and Domani knew way too much for Niccolo to try and compete. Analytical brain work soon gave way to virgin hormones and whatever the hell magician s**t was going on in his abdomen right now, and Niccolo was realizing that this was the first time he had ever experienced something like this. Or at least, all of these things all at one time. Yeah sure, it was pretty common knowledge amongst most of the higher-ups that Niccolo and Domani had a connection, what with being BFFs and Niccolo being Domani's sidekick and all, but between the two of them there had always been this unexplainable tension when they were alone. It was exciting and unbelievable to be finding all of this out right here, right now. A hallway wasn't the most extravagant, but hey, Domani was here.

Once Niccolo felt Domani's knees move, he allowed him to do as he pleased in repositioning them, simply enjoying himself for the time being and trying his best not to seem too virgin-y. Though Niccolo couldn't help but nearly choke on his breath when Domani's eyes stared down into his, and those hands ran down to his thighs, making Niccolo lean into the touch, his hips raising just enough, as if politely asking for more contact. But that couldn't be farther from the truth; Niccolo was not feeling patient or polite at the moment, he just wanted to be closer to Domani in every possible way. Especially kissing, though, he liked that a lot so far. The silent request to deepen the kiss even further was greeted with that same irresistable smile, and Niccolo's lips parted, letting Domani in as he closed his eyes and pulled him down, knees squeezing gently against Domani's sides and lips and tongue moving in unison with the other male's, barely even noticing the need for air until a few moments later, when he had to pull back to take a breath. But even when he pulled back, he wasn't more than a few centimeters away. Niccolo's cheeks were slightly flushed, partly from lack of air and partly from embarrassment, as he looked up at Domani, catching his breath and trying to make his brain function. It wasn't working out in his favor so far.

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[_BardofHaven_]

Pascal was in luck again, there was an unopened toothbrush in the cabinet behind the mirror. But there was an unfortunate lack of a hairbrush. Great.. Pascal would just have to deal with towel hair. Which wasn't all that bad, but his hair was normally combed and dried into perfection. The bangs were styled in the right way that he thought they looked amazing with his hat on. Now his hair was wild and untamed, defying gravity and sticking up everywhere! He shrugged though, not really caring about his appearance at the moment. He was just going sleep the day away anyways. Then wake up with...oh dear god. Bed head. Nope. Noope. He's probably going to have to call the servants again and ask for bathroom amenities. After finishing with his teethe he made his way out towards the door. He thought he might have heard it open a close so he assumed his clothes had been dropped off.

Of course what he didn't expect to see was one, Carmine Occello, standing in the room, clothes in hand. Pascal opened the door and practically had a heart attack. He jumped up on surprise gripping the doorway in panic. "Khristos" He shouted out, eyes going wide. The jerky movements had caused his towel to slip off his waist, and before it had a chance to fall to the floor, Pascal managed to regain some composure and grapple it securely back to his waist. "W-what are you doing here?" His face grew into one of mild frustration and he marched over to Carmine seizing the clothes from the other. "Seriously, that sour face you have gave me a hear attack. If looks could kill..." He muttered, backing away a bit from the other. He continued to glare at the man expecting an answer, before he realized he was half naked in front of him.

"Well...I, uh am going to go put these on. So...yeah I'll be back." He turned away and walked briskly back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him before leaning on it. Why was he back so soon? It may only been half an hour since they last saw each other. Maybe he wanted something? Or Maybe he was just trying to be friendly...But Pascal doubted that. Sure he was so far the friendliest kidnapper to date, but it didn't mean he was exactly 'friendly'.And yeah he was-oh crap! Pascal just yelled at him. Oh jesus that's going to go over well. Especially since he didn't seem to be having a good morning so far. Fuuuuck! How was Pascal suppose to execute plan....whatever. Or Whatever. He didn't even know which plan he was on right now, but he can't have the guy in charge hate him. That was just a bad idea. He needs to apologize as soon as possible. Which meant now. Duh. Dummy....

Pascal finallytook some time to examine the clothes brought up to him. It was a pair of jams, bright blue briefs, and a plain white t-shirt. Well, at least it was something he could sleep in. So he slipped in to them ever so gracefully. Though we all know he stumbled and almost fell trying to put the pants on. And yes, he was still cuffed! lovely. So he left the shirt off, cause he wasn't going to walk out there with just a head poking through the neck of the shirt. After he had pants on he took a deep breath and entered the room again. Finding Carmine in the same spot. "Soooo. Yeah. Sorry about, um. Yelling at ya. I'm not use to people seeing me soo.....naked. That and you totally should of let me know you were here. I thought you were a servant. Which is like...an insult almost." He padded his way over to the other man, making a small gesture with his hands. "Though I will totally take you un-cuffing me as an apology. Not everyone likes to walk around without a shirt. Even though i'm sure you look fine without one. I mean...uh, you like fine with your shirt on too. I guess." He closed his eyes and groaned. Way to go Pascal, you had to bring up the sexiness. You couldn't just talk like a normal kidnappy.

"So yeah. That happened and I should really learn to keep my mouth shut. Uh...Thanks for the clothes. I guess. It's not everyday some kidnapped guy gets decent clothes from his captors. Actually i'm not sure it really happens at all. Kinda makes me think your doing this wrong" He laughs a little bit and moves over to the bed. it wasn't anything fancy, like his at home, but it was nice and oh so comfy. "And no, that wasn't me saying I dislike the way you run things. I could actually get use to it...minus the whole torture thing." He sat down on the bed, looking up at Carmine, making eye contact and all that jazz. "I actually wasn't expecting to see you for at least, five more days. I mean I know I invited you to chat with me again, which totally awesome that you came soon, but don't you have boss stuff to do?" He inquired. Of course, since Pascal can't keep his mouth shut..."Unless you are so tired of being a mob boss that you need a break..Oh! Am I your break? Do I relax you? Is it because I don't threaten you in any way? I mean I can be threatening...when I have a gun or knife I suppose. Or when i'm in the kitchen. You don't want to mess with me in the kitchen. But i'm going to assume it's because I don't threaten you." He finished, grinning up at the older man.


[ location || Pascals Kidnapper Room of AWESOME ] xxxxxxx [ company || Carmine ]
[ ooc || So SORRY! ]

[I B L O W I]

Domani explored every inch of Niccolo's mouth as their tongues danced together. Domani could feel his tongue taking the lead as Niccolo's followed. It was similar to ballroom dancing to him. It was almost as if Dom's tongue held it's hand out to Niccolo's and was almost floating as they smoothly spun across the dance floor. It was the kind of dance that left both parties sweaty and out of breath while everyone else in the room cheered. Dom was almost taken back from the heat spreading across his body. He'd had a nice about of sexual interactions in his lifetime but there was something different about this time. It was so much deeper than a physical attraction. Normally his smaller (though not by much wink ) head would be in full control. This time his actual head was in command and just doing what came natural.

Dom was so caught up in the kiss that he didn't notice his need for air until Niccolo pulled back and he was breathing hard. The small pain in his chest increased the pleasure running through him in a fire and ice type of way. He smiled and chuckled a bit when he saw Niccolo blush. Isn't that a ___! The same guy who was just doing Italian Acrobats (figured I'd bring that phrase back lol flash back) and seeming so dominate and controlling was now back to his innocent and adorable ways. It was irresistible. Niccolo's shyness was the last indicator that it was time. Dom pulled his eyes away from Niccolo to examine the hall they were in. After running it through his mental map he quickly identified which room connected to one of the hidden passages to his bathroom. He'd rather his brother didn't you know bump into them at this moment. Plus the erumm *cough cough* budge pushing the tight fabric around it shouldn't really be seen by anyone other than Niccolo right now anyway.

Dom returned his eyes to Niccolo silently passing on the message.."Just trust me." "Ready?" While it was in a question form it really wasn't. Domani already knew the answer. He lifted Dom in the same fashion as before, making sure to keep his eyes on Nic's. He made his way through the room and to the hallway before he felt his lips get cold. Cant have that can we. He pressed his lips against Niccolo's bringing them into yet another deep kiss. Without breaking it Domani flawlessly bypassed each security measure separating him from his bathroom, almost inputting the wrong code killing them both. One his made his way inside he slowly walked over to his door, locking it, and laid Niccolo in the middle of his bed; positioning himself between Niccolo's hips again. He pulled what was at one point an time the shirt Niccolo was wearing off of his and ran a finger down his abdomen until reaching the buckle of his jeans. "Let me know if I'm hurting you ok?" Domani unlatched the metal clasp holding on for dear life. "Sono innamorato."

TIME SKIP sweatdrop wink I'M SURE NICCOLO'S REACTION WILL GO A BIT FARTHER THAN I DID BUT THIS IS WHEN MY PLAYLIST ENDED SO, I SHALL TOO LOL



Out Of Control:
Translate: "I love you." It's like a really deep way to say it...it's more like I'm in love with you.

[c a f e bean]

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Niccolo found it hard to take his eyes off of Domani right about now. He couldn’t really explain it, but from where he was, Domani was looking better than he ever had before. Maybe it was the physical rush he was feeling all through his body, maybe it was the emotional aspect, or maybe it was a twisted mix of the two sensations all rolled up into one. Most likely the last one, because he was being headrushed with a whole hell of a lot of new feelings right now. Well, he had always felt like this when he was around Domani, if only in those very short moments when he would catch himself staring at the Ocello man, or when they would be just close enough to each other to cause Niccolo to become extremely aware of Domani’s eyes. Even if only for the shortest millisecond or in the smallest percentage, he had felt it. Now it was hitting him as hard as Domani’s punch to his abdomen, and he did not have a clue what to do about all of it. Domani would, of course, but would Niccolo be able to pick up on those hints? Would they be too subtle for him? Damn his shyness and everything that caused it (well not really, because if he hadn’t been put into the mafia, he wouldn’t have met Domani, and he wouldn’t be here with him right now, so whatever. He could deal with being shy and learning all of this stuff super late).

He took a moment to regain his composure, realizing that he had been staring at Domani for a bit longer than what would be considered normal, turning his head and looking off to the side, avoiding any gazes that would cause his face to take on an even deeper tint of red. As Domani took a look around the hallway, Niccolo tried to pull himself together, but he didn’t really have enough time, because quicker than lightning Dom’s eyes were connected with his again—dammit, when had Niccolo looked back up at him? This was getting ridiculous—and he could practically hear the other male’s voice in his head before it came out of his lips. “Ready?” Of course Niccolo was freaking ready, hadn’t Domani been staring at his face the entire time? He was flushed as all hell. If that wasn’t a sign to move on, Niccolo didn’t know what was. Though, without exaggeration, he honestly didn’t know. So Domani would have to do all of the pushing in this situation. Literally. But hey, look at that, there he was being hoisted up again. Domani picked Niccolo up like it was almost nothing, making Niccolo’s hands grab at the back of Domani’s neck, holding tightly so that he wouldn’t lean too far back and fall. He loosened his hold after Domani started walking down the hallway and into a bedroom, trusting by now that his best friend wouldn’t have a problem carrying him wherever they were going, but still keeping his arms wrapped loosely around Domani’s neck for comfort and the benefit of closeness. His eyes closed as their lips connected yet again, and he hardly even noticed them moving as Niccolo was exposed to one of Domani’s secret passageways. He had always wanted to go inside of one, just to see what it was like, but at the moment he couldn’t care less. The man that was attached to him was a much more interesting matter that needed attending to.

How in the hell did Domani travel so quickly and smoothly? Suddenly they were in his bedroom and Niccolo was on the very comfortable bed again, and Domani was on top of him. Niccolo maneuvered out of the torn shirt and relaxed back on the bed, tensing slightly when Domani’s finger trailed down his torso, the slightest hint of a shiver rushing underneath his skin. He was a tad bit nervous, what with it being his very first time, but he had no doubt in his mind that Domani would treat him well. He took a shallow breath and exhaled, feeling better after the reassurance that Domani gave him in his request for Niccolo to be vocal about any pain that he felt. Okay, this was going to be a little hard to handle at first, he knew that, but he could do it i—“Sono innamorato.”

Now wait just a damn minute. Domani Ocello, one of the heirs to the Ocello throne, a future Don, the torture and interrogation expert, Niccolo’s equivalent of a boss… loved Niccolo? Not only loved Niccolo, because that would have been completely different wording within the Italian language, but was in love with Niccolo? Dedicated, passionate, headstrong, talented, hilarious, sexy, sweet Domani. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about him as more than his ‘boss’ and best friend, but up until today he wasn’t sure if Domani was actually game for that ‘something more’. Employee complications, what his brother or father might think, and other business-oriented things like that may have stopped him, but now Niccolo wasn’t left guessing. It was right in front of him, staring him down, and he didn’t even know how to respond. Obviously the feelings were returned, but Niccolo was still in that shocked phase. Like when someone just told you that you just won a million dollars. You don’t know if they’re joking or if they’re being serious, and if they’re serious how do they know for sure and if they’re not serious what kind of sick person would say something like that but GOD he needed to stop thinking about it so damn much! For the first time in his life, there was a little voice in the back of his head nagging. Go with the damn flow for once in your ******** life, man. Stop analyzing s**t for five freaking seconds and live, boy, live! Alright.

He took a moment to process and fully absorb Domani’s words, taking in every detail of Domani that he could before he replied. His lips formed that familiar grin but for once he looked genuinely in the moment. There was nowhere else he would rather be, and it showed openly in his eyes. It was easy for him to let his guard down around Domani, even more so now that he knew exactly how he felt. So he should be able to give Domani that same reassurance, and he would. Even though he had never said it to anyone, it couldn’t be too hard, right? And yet he found a giant unmovable lump in his throat. He nodded, taking yet another moment (Jesus, how many did he need anyways?) before he would sit up, pulling Domani’s lips to his once more. Niccolo needed a bit of courage for this one. He lingered there, one hand lacing into Domani’s hair and bringing him closer, finally pulling back after a few breathless seconds. Forehead to forehead, Niccolo finally managed to work out a few words of truth.

“Sono sempre stato innamorato di te.”

One more kiss and then he was lying against the pillows again, lifting his hips and wiggling out of the jeans that were only a painful barrier at this point, preparing himself for what was sure to be an interesting afternoon.

~TIME SKIP SEXY TIMES NOW~

[[ Translate: Italian: "I've always loved you." SO CORNY AHWW ]]

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