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if it was a lie, it was a pretty one that angelo intended to horde greedily until it slipped like sand between his lips, his fingers. lucky's silver tongue in his mouth, painting just as silver linings into leo with every utterance. leo had already learnt what happened when you made your reason a person but he felt more alive than he had in weeks, skin buzzing with sweet warmth, every nerve alight.
a flitting shadow passed over lucky and angelo held his breath. whatever had momentarily entered luciano's mind left quickly with the continued working of leo's hips in serpentine loops, he needed to distract him more than he needed to breathe. leo knew what happened when he asked for too much, the universe would swiftly intervene to put him in his place. the height of his hubris at twenty-one; discovering the illegitimacy, the crack in the heirloom vase that at first he'd simply turned away from prying eyes. their mother's death, eaten alive by the danger and their father, unable to remember how to live without her followed after like a man just as consumed. the circumstances of his very existence the origin thread, sewn tight into the fates that cut his parents from the fabric of this life. a stain on the family tapestry that was never coming off, making an orphan of them all.
every day was a gamble and if you lost your memory might live on but the house would fill your seat that same night. the table keeps playing, cut your losses. the stakes were an all too familiar necklace of rope, that angelo had tied and untied a thousand times with trembling hands. the house always wins.
the hook of a finger over his waistband, the sensitive skin rippling out with goosebumps at the contact. it almost made him draw to a stop, to deny was sweet but angelo's teeth in lucky's throat would always be sweeter. he traced his tongue over the proud jut of luciano's adam's apple, applying a playful nip before he set to work making a matching pair for the purple bloom at the man's neck on the other side, low enough to skim but never be covered by his collar. unable to deny him if he'd tried.
all the breath left angelo at once as he was gathered in flush to the whole hard length of lucky, the pressure of the grip was bliss. he strained to lick back into lucky's mouth, hungrily. the keening whine was punched out by the swooping of his stomach as he was hauled up, most of the sound fell into lucky as angelo slung his arms around him tighter, tensing his thighs, spine arched to a sweet curve. it was making him shake, this feeling, wanting to crawl into him. leo would never get close enough.
"please." angelo wasn't sure what he was asking for: anything, everything, but it was hooked out from somewhere so low he couldn't even fathom the origin. he smirked against his mouth as lucky flawlessly found the bedroom, his bed, dragging his teeth over that lower lip he was quickly becoming obsessed with. he instinctively tried to keep the closeness as luciano peeled away but then he was sinking to those knees, like supplication, prayer.
the cross on the chain around angelo's neck burned like blue fire and the words hit him like a slap. "fuck baby, i'll be good." leo about choked on his own tongue in a rush, the backs of his knuckles skimming a caress down the sleek line of lucky's cheekbone as the fly of his navy emt pants was flicked down, the touches had his muscles bunching but he stubbornly held onto himself. didn't flinch up into the touch like he so wanted to just looked on unflinchingly with eagerly sharpening blue eyes.
"you look..." he shook his head, words in every language failing him briefly, fingers flexing where he held them carefully still, desperate to feel lucky's hair between the digits. "mozzafiato, what if i kept you like that all the time, on your knees? would you like that? nothing to think about, only job to take your fill."
at the end of the night, how many promises would have crossed his tongue ? how many more would be spoken come morning ? as luciano said his goodbyes, with tooth and tongue. when he would have to return to the life that would sooner eat him up. than cater to the wants that festered inside of him. how many of them would he keep ? when his duties shifted as the head of the family, as the council. for a war had been brought to the doorsteps of the serpents. a war that luciano knew he could not step away from. even for a moment. even for a night.
how many promises would be kept when his sights once more were filled with the image of dante ?
thoughts flooded his mind. in quick succession. but that night would not be for the ' what ifs '. it would not be about the problems that awaited him on the other side of angelo's front door. within the underbelly of new york city. no, for that night. and perhaps the morning. the only thing that would matter was the man that shifted so deliciously close within his lap. whose hands had made quick work of him. and whose entire being begged for lucky to take control. to return the favour that had been made for him.
his hands shifted. his thumbs slipped over, and tucked themselves into the waistband of angelo's pants. gods, the things that he wanted to do to the man. but oh, how he played the good boy so well. " do it , " the taunt held a breathless quality. " mark me, litter my body with the reminder of you . " a taunt, a demand ; a fervent want from the man who straddled him.
who slipped his finger into luciano's patiently waiting mouth. the digit sought for the wounds that had once stained his teeth crimson. that had coated the paving of his tongue with his ichor. seemingly satisfied with the lack of wound, he reveled in the press of it upon his tongue. when its mates eased his mouth shut. lucky knew what to do then. as his lips formed around the digit. as his tongue caught it, swirled around it so slowly. before it slipped across his tongue, and out from his mouth.
before it, along with its mates, wrapped against the expanse of his neck once more. if that alone were not enough to drive him over the edge. the moment that angelo's lips crashed against his own surely had done the trick. in that moment, with that declaration, luciano knew that the games had come to a close. that they had promptly neared the finish line, and all bets were off. and as if he needed any further go ahead, angelo's words were spoken into the depth of his mouth. swallowed down hungrily as his hands reflexively gripped his hips tightly. fuck.
it had been immediate. the way one arm wrapped around the other's middle. how he pulled him flush to his body. luciano had been patient. he had been good. and now he would take his prize. he shifted against the couch, stood to his full height. all with angelo pulled closely to him. as his other hand moved to wrap one of his legs around his waist. as those fingers curled around his thigh. pressed in just enough. his lips moved hungrily against angelo's. his tongue slipped from his own mouth. to taste the other's lips, his tongue ; the inside of his mouth. he wanted all of what angelo could offer him. and more.
how often had lucky been to this home ? enough that he knew the steps it would take him to move into the bedroom. even with his attention very well occupied. he didn't bother with the lights. as he moved them to the bed. as he lowered angelo to its edge, before himself to his knees. " since you asked so nicely , " came his honeyed drawl. a tantalizing smirk on his bruised lips. all while his fingers worked deftly to ease the other's pants from his hips. down his thighs until he could throw them to some distant space within the room. " your turn to be a good boy , " voice lowered as his hands smoothed themselves across the exposed expanse of angelo's legs.
his fingers danced across the skin, nails dragged themselves down. before he lowered his head. before his lips pressed themselves into where his fingers had already traveled. the press of lips, the tease of his teeth ; the swipe of his tongue as he moved slowly up. all while his gaze had been directed up. through those dark lashes. to watch each shift of angelo's features. as his mouth moved higher, and higher, and higher. until it neared leo's waiting cock. but no, lucky made no move for it yet. as he lifted his head and moved to perform the same ministrations on the other thigh. teasing, and taunting. as he always did.
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angelo had never felt safe in their ivory towers, money could shield you but the way the serpents operated meant the target on their backs followed. even amongst their own ranks, people who would grab for power often ended up in the same places, ready to trample one another for a shot at the high life. all he'd ever wanted was someone to take him somewhere warm, to tell him he'd be safe. he'd had all of these things, in his parents and then giada which he'd always be grateful for. they'd all been playing the game. angelo had cached his chips, no stakes in it at all.
the solemnity of the words, so sacred and simple made him practically glow. it was just one night, though he clamoured at the possibility of a return like a man starved. one taste and he was already thinking of the next time this new voracious hunger would need sating. if this one night was all he was allowed he was going to relish every moment, every inch where they touched.
they fall into rhythm so easily he could have sworn they'd done this before. the longer luciano stays the thicker the atmosphere becomes until angelo feels like he's wading in it, thicker than treacle. the thrill of getting away with something spiking adrenaline through his system like jagged lightning, knifing down his spine where they ground together, now guided by the inexorable pull of lucky's hands.
"keep talking like that and i'll give you another." leo promised heatedly, eager in himself for an excuse to make a complete mess of him, like a man possessed.
"oh fuck, yeah, like that," he whispered. the wound was small, the inside of the mouth one of the fastest healing parts of the entire body and lucky's teeth seemed as perfect and even as always. still, he couldn't help but swipe over that tongue, press just a little, let the remainder of his fingers gently close luciano's jaw around the digit. complete control. he wanted this always, with a savage-edged need. lucky below him, staring up reverently through dark lashes, mouth full.
it was a dam breaking as leo lost the last shred of self-restraint holding him back, gave into the heady pleasure of it, wrapping his hand and his thumb slick to the knuckle possessively over lucky's adam's apple and finally kissed him. salt, copper, metallic on his tongue. it was meant to be more eloquent, teasing, he hoped luciano would take it for the permission it was. game over. the final stretch. the reward for being so good. "wreck me."
' you are safe ' ; perhaps luciano should have left. right then and there. maybe he should have gone, before angelo could sneak another glance into him. through the cracks that had long formed within the faΓ§ade that lucky had worn so well. for surely the other had been able to see that which was inside of him. how else could he have known to say these words to luciano ? to whisper them into the space between them ? words meant only for his ears. to ease the tension that tightened the muscles within his shoulders.
said muscles that had begun to ease. to relax as those fingers had trailed over his body. had tended his wounds. had pressed so deliciously against the curve of his neck. " i will , " he breathed right back. as if to speak them any louder would break this moment that they held. would alert another to retrieve luciano from this home that had become his refuge. for the night. for the many that would come after it.
for angelo had slipped beneath his skin. had made himself a home within luciano. and the man were not sure whether his mind would ever draw itself away from this moment. of the promises, the confessions ; all that had been left unsaid but spoke volumes to him.
the praise further fell upon him. like a blanket. like a warm hand that curled around him so tenderly. gods, the man were going to drive him insane. his words, his featherlight touches that tingled against his skin ; it was all going to make him burn right out of his goddamn body. to be driven to the edge of the volcano. and then cast within in it. to be burned alive from that which angelo ignited within him. were this even about his wounds any longer ? or had leo simply always been holding out on him in such a way ?
to tease. to coax these groans from the man who should have held more willpower. who should not have been turned into such a mess from the simplicity of praise. nor from the way that angelo's lips moved against his skin. it were true. that luciano had never been shy to the ministrations of others. so many others. that his body were no stranger to the lips of another. to the bites and scrapes that often left marks upon his skin. trophies, in his own mind. but oh god, how this one felt ... different ? in a way that his mind could not comprehend in the moment.
" i'll bear it with pride , " came his cheeky response. though his voice was low. hardened from the strain of being so good. for he had so badly wanted to shift the control. to take angelo into his hands, and make him groan. moan. scream his name for the whole street to hear. his hands still held his firm hold upon the other's hips. still had him pressed so hungrily into him. confirming that angelo felt every twitch that he caused.
his half lidded gaze watched the other. as teeth were barred. as they tore at the glove that covered his hand. discarded, in favor of an uncovered touch. his thumb pressed to his lesser lip. the one that bore some of that which had transpired during that evening. soon, his gaze flicked up to hold angelo's. every defiant bone in his body had seemed to be put at ease. had seemed to fallen dormant as the commands were followed with little argument. as his mouth opened slowly, as he invited angelo inside.
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it had been meant lightheartedly, a mocking mimicry of his past self who had been so desperate to belong that he went along with a charade that left him wrung out and defeated. his eyelashes fluttered, thumb seeking and caressing as though he could ease the worry purely through touch.
leo sucked in a quiet breath at the words, spoken like a confession, the spirit moving luciano to speak. that trust in him was a heavy burden, but one he'd take up every morning gladly. "you sitting so well for me is favour enough, carino. you are safe." the life was outside of that door, ready for lucky to walk right back out into whenever he was ready, but here, it was neutral territory and angelo was enthralled in games of an altogether different kind. "just stay," he breathed like a promise.
if anyone interrupted them now, though he'd sworn an oath, he still kept and wouldn't hesitate to use the baretta he kept in the hall drawer. nothing could pry lucky from beneath him now.
those hands on him, the reality so much better than the idea. leo had meant to chide the greediness but now he just wondered if he'd earn the imprints of those fingers, if that grip would become desperate enough to leave proof that this wasn't a couch nap-induced fever dream.
he felt the groan before he heard it, a low baritone through his fingertips on his throat. angelo felt mad with it; the way one of the most powerful men on the eastern seaboard bared the soft hollow of his throat, that roping curve of vulnerable artery for him like it was the easiest choice in the world. lucky's hands flexed tighter at the praise, angelo suddenly having more trouble keeping his movements steady, thoroughly distracted. "that's it, you're doing so well for me."
angelo feels wild; wants to leave a savage trail down his chest, his thighs, leave a bouquet of blooming roses down luciano's spine until there isn't a single angle where angelo isn't written all over, reeling that he let him sink his teeth in, claim. then his hipbones were clutched finally in that vice grip he'd so yearned for: it stole a sweet, desperate sound from leo's lips. lucky arched slightly off the couch, the muscles of his thighs bunching pleasingly beneath his own. the hard, hot length of him alongside angelo's own made him shiver and gasp as their hips aligned. he left a wet, open-mouthed kiss to sign his work, "they won't know it's mine, but i will."
angelo brought a hand up, using his teeth to hastily rip the blue glove off he thumbed indulgently at lucky's blood tinged lower lip with his now bare thumb, to where he'd not yet examined where lucky's teeth had cut the inside of his mouth. he tapped twice, expectantly, thumb already moving to drag the plush of his lip down. "show me."
a favour ; powerful, but also dangerous. for when it came to those of a certain standing, a favour could come in any shape. or form. and with it, could be a devastating blow. one that could cripple luciano. that could bring him to his knees, in hardly an exhilarating way. but angelo knew that. he had been born of this life, just as lucky had. the only difference ? the other had drawn himself out. as much as he could. while luciano had been pushed further into. seemingly buried alive with the life that he could not escape. but did he want to ?
" you could ask me for anything . " an admittance. one that likely had only been meant for himself. to be spoken into the depths of his own mind. but had slipped across his tongue of their own accord. how had angelo already acquired this hold over him ? how had he somehow known precisely what buttons to press for luciano to speak in such a manner ? it seemed that angelo knew precisely what to do with his hands.
teeth pressed so hard into his tongue. as angelo expertly pressed his hips into him. had he had it in him all along ? had he been toying with luciano, playing him ? as if he had been waiting for the precise moment to strike. and oh, how he had known exactly how to do it that would make luciano's head spin. as his words slipped from his tongue. as angelo let those fingers dance against his neck. until ... fuck. the press of those fingers had been gentle. playful. but oh ... how he made him nearly feral.
his own hands shifted, found placement on angelo's hips. but he did nothing more. this was leo's chance. to make him squirm, to make him want. his darkened gaze stayed focused upon him. " no , " he breathed. voice lowered. " i've never had to wait . " an admittance, because of its truth. all that luciano had ever wanted had been given to him. most often, freely. with little to no strings attached. or perhaps there had been, and he had snipped them with a smirk on his lips.
the taunt had been spoken into the breath between them. luciano daring angelo to make him squirm. to try his best. and leo had certainly come to play. as his hips pushed. as they shifted in those tantalizingly slow circles against his lap. as they drove lucky mad. how he wanted to give in. to press angelo back against the couch. to draw out every noise that he possibly could from the other. it would seem, though. that the roles would remain reversed. for now.
it had been immediate. the groan that settled itself into the hollow of his throat. as angelo's words washed over him. as they swam within his bloodstream much the same as all those substances he had partook in. his fingers pressed more firmly. into the hips that had taunted him. ' you're doing so good , ' how had he known ? his head tipped back, his eyes slid closed. his lips parted as he breathed in, precisely as he had been instructed. as he awaited the sting of the further cleaning of his neck.
but the anticipated sting had not come, yet. for instead, he felt the press of angelo's lips to the expanse of his neck. his lips, his teeth ; his tongue. how they moved along his exposed neck. how they applied the right amount of pressure. before he set about leaving that dangerous mark. another bruise against his skin. but this one, oh, luciano would acutely remember. for the mark would simply be the beginning of their night. as his hands held more firmly, as his own hips pressed up. lifted ever so slightly to make certain that angelo knew the effect that he now had on lucky.
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there was a softening to the corners of him at the mention of keeping the club in good shape, it was no wonder luciano would be proud of his achievements. it didn't matter what kind of business, it was a financial success and a favoured haunt of the rich and famous, that could never be taken from the oldest de la cruz son. more than that angelo was enraptured by the quick sliver of sentimentality it showed him, though money rained from their hands, things that actually mattered were often fleeting or false in their world.
lucky didn't lack for people to take to his bed, to a dark corner of the club or wherever he may please, leo had let the situation spiral further out of control than he could have predicted but he was still too tempted by the flames. overcome by the control lucky was willingly handing over. "a favour is a powerful thing to keep in your back pocket for later, serpe... but since you asked so nicely."
"we have all night, you said so, why the rush?" lucky was lucid enough that leo wasn't worried about a concussion but the part of him that sought perfection chided how distracted he was getting. he felt tipsy, better than amaretto sour, tart and sweet on his tongue and spiced heat in his throat. luciano was intoxicating.
angelo incrementally shifted his weight fully into lucky's lap, letting the languorous twist, slide then sweet pressure of his hips feel unbearably slow. "so greedy for it," he spoke quietly, tapping his free hand's pointer finger to lucky's jugular then squeezing a playful warning, "you've never had to wait for anything, have you?"
he rolled his pelvis in a tight, languid circles, the only sound for a beat their breath puffing against one other's lips as he took more cotton and cleaned lucky's neck. "hold still, you're doing so good. breathe in for me." he purred, tilting luciano's head back for better access to the tiny nick in his brow, it would sting, there was no getting around it. angelo leaned down just before the cloth made contact to just drag his lips lightly up lucky's neck: then he kissed harder, biting, sucking a prideful mark into the unblemished skin as he cleaned away the blood.
the singular word. the hidden meaning beneath it. both worked to draw the smirk to the edges of his lips. how tantalizing it was to hear the jealousy that slinked its way within angelo. that such a confession from luciano would allow him this glimpse into who angelo was. into what made the other truly tick. for how much had he already seen ? he had known the effect he had on the other. in the hint of pink that so often rose to his cheeks. but this ? this had gone further than that. and it had worked to draw lucky in that much further.
babylon had been luciano's. solely. his father had never had any stake within it. nor did the rest of the organization. the serpents. it bore only lucky's name. and because of that, it had become his baby. something that he could take pride in. something that could prove he wasn't a complete fuck up. and so why did he feel some type of way when angelo assured him he'd take care of it ? as if the other knew just how much it truly meant to him. " don't wait too long, it's only right that i pay you back soon . "
as the question slipped between them, his mind had already begun to wonder what had been put into his body. that is, until angelo's words continued. until he had eased the joke into his words. how he had begun to be so bold. and how luciano absolutely ate it up. he could have said damn the wounds that littered his body. he could have easily pushed his nurse back against the couch. devoured him and his jokes whole. but he kept himself still, let his gaze follow the indication to the wooden box. " a blunt ... and a kiss ; my favorite kind of remedy . "
his gaze had lingered. for a moment, before it returned once more to angelo. and oh, thank god he had. because luciano did not understand the shift in the other. but he quite enjoyed watching it. as it unfolded against the delicate features of his face. as the words filled that shortened space between them. angelo had been commanding. he'd been daring. he'd told lucky that it would be him that chose when he'd make him squirm. and why did he suddenly feel as if he were on fire ?
" then what are you waiting for ? " a lowered tone. soft, gentle ; daring. his skin felt as if it were electrified. the core of his being felt as if it were the very magma within an active volcano. he watched angelo intently. saw the way his gaze shifted over his form. and then his fingers touched, tested. how long had lucky been holding his breath ? did his fingers just twitch, silently beg to reach out for the other ?
and just when he was certain he couldn't handle any more, angelo shifted. his leg stretched across him. his knees pushed into the couch on either side of his hips. he had crawled into his lap. teeth pressed firmly into the tender edges of his tongue. fuck. but he knew what angelo wanted to see. he knew that the other had ignited this game. shot the gun into the air, and waited to see luciano squirm. so he held himself as still as he could, allowed angelo to continue his work of tending to his wounds. even as that hand soon rested itself against his throat. if he swallowed now, the game would be won. but fuck, how was he supposed to stop his thoughts from running rampant ? " is that all you've got ? "
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vulnerability, it left a bad taste in his mouth every time. it was the only thing that was worth anything in the world and yet it felt like getting flayed, each and every time. "good." it came out more forcefully, with a more loaded keep it that way hidden in the word than he'd intended. it sounded like a command, an expectation. so what if he didn't like the idea of lucky crawling to someone else's door: bloody, bruised, battered and still utterly delicious. though he loved his work, he couldn't deny how good luciano looked roughed up; a little dirty, with the night still clinging to him. he was more touchable like this, more tangible, real.
"i'll take good care of her for you." he joked, mouth creasing into a wry smile at the thought. angelo wondered how long he'd last hosting at the club, he'd never hold a torch to lucky's raw ability to draw the eye and attention of everyone in a room but he knew what a nice pair of leather pants and some kohl around his eyes could do. turned him into something more mysterious and enticing than a rumpled emt. "i'll try and think of some way you can make it up to me."
"hmm... what have you had tonight? i might have to play on the safe side and just kiss it better." he laughed at his own joke, nodding to a small wooden box perched beside the couch. "my post-shift blunt is in there with your name on it."
"who here decides when to make you writhe like a worm? oh yeah, not you." he sniffed imperiously, the banter only added to the intimacy rather than breaking it. could dragging be a love language? the curve of lucky's bicep distracted him, the pull of lithe muscle beneath making him want to sink his teeth in. angelo paused, fingers feather-light as he gleaned whether or not he'd hurt luciano but all he saw was pupils blown wide and fat.
o mangiar questa minestra o saltar questa finestra. the old italian proverb flashed in his head. take it or leave it.
angelo shifted, just rising enough to crawl into luciano's lap, legs astride him straddling his hips across the couch. he leaned down from on high to continue stroking the cotton over the unblemished shoulders as though nothing had changed at all, the angle infinitely better already, one hand resting alongside the proud column of his throat.
perhaps if luciano hadn't been so focused on angelo, he wouldn't have seen it. that slight look as if something had been amiss. for a moment, he wondered if some of his wounds were worse than they seemed. that maybe going to hospital would be in his best interest. but as his gaze stayed focused on the other, his mind wandered. and he wondered ... could it have been ... luciano had so long been used to being the forward one, that he hadn't properly responded to the words. could that have been it ? that angelo had worked up the courage to say something so bold, and lucky hadn't ...
" i wouldn't dream of going anywhere else , " he offered to the newest words. while his mind worked on a way to return to previous ones. because something had stirred within him. some want to not let angelo be ignored in any manner. if he could help it. " you can have the club ... if i don't work off my debt tonight . " perhaps that hadn't been the best way to go about responding to angelo's words. but no one could argue that it didn't mean that luciano had full intentions of remaining for the night. speaking of ... he probably should send a message to his driver. unless the man knew him better than he thought .
all fun and games had come to a pause. for angelo had begun to tend to the wounds that littered his body. lips had pressed firmly together. if only to remain silent, to remain still. so that the other could work without worrying over him. " and what might the doctor's orders be for alleviating that pain, hm ? " not that luciano wouldn't simply carry on as he always did. the club offered more than the alcohol that would dull his senses.
and just like that. the fun and games had returned. his gaze hadn't wavered from angelo. even when the discomfort and pain had slipped through his body. he'd watched every movement from the other. watched as his lips formed those accented words. " you haven't yet , " his voice had lowered, the soft hint of a smirk on his lips. " made me squirm, that is . " had it been a challenge ? a taunt ? did luciano want to see what angelo were capable of ?
the smirk eased on his lips, but it did not fully disappear. even as leo's fingers worked over his hands. ones that had once been so unused to work. to wear and tear that so many others boasted. now they held the reminders of the life that he had been born into. the life that he now commanded as the head of the family. blood stained the creases of his palms. his gaze had watched those fingers. followed them as they danced up from his hands. up his arms. gentle, as they ever were. as if any amount of pressure would finally break what remained of luciano. and as those fingers danced higher, as they slipped across the tender crease of his arm. the intake of breathe were not from any pain that could have blossomed.
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closed @averyxhart where / coffee shop near mount sinai, madison avenue.
"I know we have literally the hardest jobs to coordinate anything around but do you wanna go somewhere fun and touristy next week? I was thinking maybe the zoo, or the aquarium. I never do stuff like that." Angelo had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth, he didn't deny it but having lived here since he was born, it was something he'd unintentionally taken for granted. "My treat, least I could do."
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closed @gcldenhecrts where / roof, angelo's building, brooklyn.
It was a nest of blankets, comforters and whatever else soft that Angelo had been able to drag up from his apartment but it was worth it for the view. He lay beside Freddie, the tip of the joint between in his lips glowed a molten orange in the dark, the city lived and breathed around them. The off-duty paramedic turned to his companion with a lazy, smoked-out smile and offered the blunt, his other arm laid snugly beneath Freddie's neck like a pillow.
His mind felt slow and sticky like maple syrup as he blew a cloud of smoke into the night air, it dulled down the knife edge of anxiety Angelo lived on all the time. "I know a couple constellations, not like we could see them here unless we drove out to the Catskills though."
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it wasn't often that lucky didn't have a whip-fast comeback, leo snuck quick glances out of his periphery but at least it didn't seem like luciano was opposed to sticking around. he had been planning to smoke tonight, long before crashing out on the couch, it'd help with his patient's pain too. angelo tried not to let his hands shake in the aftermath of his boldness.
it had been a shot in the dark, he knew, yet he couldn't help the little bit of shame that crept up on him. angelo nodded sagely in agreement, focusing on the calming routine of his med prep. "big boys, even capofamiglia need someβwhere safe to go to." someone, had been there on the tip of his tongue but his bravery was starting to pull thin. he sewed a smirk into the divot of one corner of his mouth. "what do i get for saving the moneymaker? i'll have the club as collateral, let you work off the medical debt because i'm generous like that."
angelo whispered apologies and hushed comforts in italian, knowing it helped nothing but his own frayed nerves. "ribs are tricky, there could be a hairline fracture but aside from hurting like a bitch it's a good sign, it's not going to cause you any internal issues."
those dark eyes were piercing, he could feel luciano's gaze on him like a welcome brand, as though it would mark him there where everyone could see. he ached, wishing that it would, dizzy with it. "uh, excuse you? i only like it when i'm the one that made you squirm, not sloppy seconds of whoever pissed you off tonight." angelo scoffed but returned the smile, then set about softly cleaning him up.
the act of cupping his hands, turning them over, carefully stroking away lingering blood or grime from his knuckles, the fat of his thumb, the creases of his palm, tracing the tendons there on a slow meander up lucky's arms felt so intimate that leo's throat felt tight. though he did this sort of thing every day, tonight it was shockingly different. this didn't feel like work; it bled like spilt ink toward worship in the syrupy glow of the lamp-light, freddie mercury's voice crooning distantly from the kitchen radio.
oh, now that had been an answer lucky had not been expecting. but how he had thoroughly enjoyed it. as his thoughts began to run rampant. even as his eyes tracked angelo as he moved. as he pulled out the gloves that he would use. there were likely details that he should have been taking account of. or ensuring were done properly. but his mind was lost into how the night would end ... and what else angelo could do so well with his hands.
especially as one hand reached up to press fingers to his brow. as the pads of said fingers moved smoothly over them. there had always been something about angelo's touch. as if it worried over him in a manner beyond that which treated. that which touched wounds that shouldn't have been. as if the man wanted to touch the parts of luciano that he kept hidden from those around him. from those with prying eyes that would love to see him fail. " you shouldn't be. i'm a big boy, after all . "
yes, a big boy that found himself with the fist of another connecting with some part of him. parts of him that were soon exposed to angelo. another hiss may have been released. as the tender muscles were pulled taut. were stretched as the shirt had been removed. no matter the help that had been offered. but oh, luciano would be certain to repay the favor to angelo. when the moment came for it.
his gaze did not waver from angelo. he did not look away. not even when the prospect of more discomfort settled itself in his future. not ... until the other's leg pressed into his own. for a brief moment, his gaze dropped to take it in. to see the innocent manner with his own eyes. normally, others touched him with little regard. this had been different. and a part of luciano burned at the contact. but his gaze had lifted once more, focused on angelo's own. " sorry ? i think we both know how much you love to watch me squirm . " another smile, before he prepared himself for the sting that was sure to come.
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Avery: are you working tonight? Avery: i made chicken tacos for dinner last night, and i need to know if i'm packing enough for two. @angelodamiano
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it was blink and you'd miss it, the shadow that passed over the golden gleam of luciano so briefly that angelo could swear it was a trick of the light, the dip of the taller man's head. the burden must have been heavy, so very heavy. leaving for leo was incredibly difficult, even with the full support of giada, he couldn't imagine being named heir and successor apparent. one thing, his gut told him, was that lucky was capable of it, of rising to what they needed. was it fair? no. the game they'd been born into never had been.
"why would i be jealous when you're ending your night at my place?" he replied smugly, one hand briefly resting on his hip as he pulled out a pair of sterile gloves, then cotton and some disinfectant making sure luciano could see what he was prepping.
angelo snickered as lucky's eyebrows lifted, he couldn't help but bring the other hand up to run both over the topography of his brow. appreciating every line of him, the shape. the severity of the last day seemed to hit angelo all at once and the mirth disappeared entirely, he let himself sober in a way that he knew he might regret later, lest the sincerity left him on the back foot. if one of them was going to do it, it had to be him. "i'm glad you came here, to me. i was worried."
leo cursed himself and helped ease lucky's shirt over his head in case it pulled hard at tender parts. he hooked his hand in the neckline carefully to ensure it didn't hurt his chin. then, luciano was staring up at him from beneath thick dark lashes, pliantly obedient in a way that always thrilled angelo to produce, to have such a wild thing willingly submitting. he rolled his eyes half-heartedly at the flirt, still visibly pleased by it.
bruises already blooming on all that tanned skin, angelo winced blowing out a sympathetic breath of air. "i've got to get you cleaned up first, 'kay?" he perched opposite luciano on the couch: after his basic exam he let his thigh press alongside the warm line of lucky's without fear of hurting him, voice smoothed down to a calming, quiet rumble. "it's gonna sting just a little on anywhere that broke the skin, i'm sorry."
head of the family. council for the serpents. luciano had been forced to shift his hand. to no longer play the role of playboy. of the rebel of the family. he had been forced to shuffle his deck and acquire what would become useful. to himself. to his siblings. to those that would rather eat him alive than let him make even the slightest of misstep. eyes had turned in his directions. and though he had always been used to such a thing. it had all shifted. to something else. something ... sinister.
maybe the fight had been something else entirely. perhaps it had not been his own tongue, and the words that he had favored. no, perhaps it had been a test. a chance to strike at the families of new york's darkened belly. and to see what repercussions would be had. though it may have been, it hadn't stopped the playful demeanor that found luciano even on the darkest night. or rather, it had not forced the crack to deepen within his faΓ§ade.
" no, i wouldn't want you to get jealous . " playful banter had always been his forte. with it, he offered a quick wink. even battered and bruised, lucky would always be lucky. his father may have wanted him to grow up, to assume the position as head of the family. but what had been shaped over the years would be hard to remold. even as he softened under angelo's touch. as his head tilted into his touch. as if he sought it further and further.
" crybaby ? " shock lined itself upon his words. brows lifted in question. but it were as playful as he had been moments before. the very idea of being serious were a distant thought within the man's head. even with the potential of a broken rib. or bruises that would last weeks. luciano would always be playful. for no one could see through the fissures if they were distracted themselves. " your bedside manners could use a lot of work . "
another quip, as he watched those cheeks turn the sweetest shade of pink. there hadn't been a time when luciano did not understand his affect upon others. when he wasn't acutely aware of how he could use his words. his body language. his tongue. " mm ... a gentle touch, and a commanding authority. my favorite mix . " that smirk did not waver. even as his fingers curled into the hem of his shirt. as the material dragged itself across his stomach. his chest. slowly, always slowly. until the material had been completely removed, and set aside to be dealt with later. for he had a command to respond to. and as he sat down, his gaze flicked up to acutely watch angelo through darkened lashes.
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it was clear that it had been a thorough brawl, though luciano sprawled sinuously wherever he went it was only through years of familiarity that angelo could see the tender way some parts of him were held, the defensive inward curl around the pain. tense. new york's underworld's tectonic plates were shifting and he wondered if this was a casualty of the aftershocks.
"should i have seen the other guy, dolcezza?" angelo arched an eyebrow. he meant it facetiously, sharply but the feather-light caress of his thumb in apology across the clean cut of lucky's jaw betrayed him, always tipping his hand. maybe luciano does have some ulterior motive up his sleeve that angelo just can't see yet from this angle but his own are rolled to the elbow, cards on the table. leo had never been cut out for keeping them close to his chest: however hard he tried.
"non essere così piagnone, you're a whiner." he sighed as though put upon but meticulously and as gently as possible examined luciano's face, the curve of his skull, his shoulders. hands skimming smoothly across the hard planes of him to seek for more serious injuries. angelo flushed pink in prickled irritation beneath the dapple of his freckles, definitely not from looking up at the dark, wet glimpse of lucky's tongue.
the thought shouldn't startle him but he wants to taste it, struck by the urge for the salty iron tang of blood. the air between them charged already, thick with ozone like waiting for new york's summer storms. "shirt off, sit down... you love my gentle touch mascalzone."
every part of him ached. some from the blows that had connected with his torso, his face. the other part that did ... well, not even the gods could levy that from his tongue. not yet. for luciano enjoyed the games. he liked to move the pieces with strategy. until what he wanted was what he acquired. there had never been any sense in relinquishing his wants so easily. so simply. not until he knew precisely what he wanted. and how he wanted it.
as the door cracked open to reveal his doctor for the evening, he offered up a devilish smile. all shark teeth stained with faded crimson. he wondered, in that moment, what angelo thought of him. another mess to clean up ? another rich boy that thought the world was his playground ?? in another, luciano may never have cared. may never have ventured down the path of ' what if 's. in another, the serpent would have ordered the care that he so desperately needed. or maybe he would have forced the hand of another. but what he was capable of. what he could command with a simple flick of his wrist. that had never been something he wanted in this space.
no, it had always been a different feeling with angelo. a separate game from his usual. fingers pressed to the edge of his jaw. to the skin that threatened bruises. a soft hiss of air pulled itself through his teeth. but the smirk hardly wavered. the signs of the damage that had been done not evident within his gaze. " my driver suggested the hospital , " his tongue slipped out, moistened the blood that had already begun to dry upon his lips. " but then i'd miss your gentle touch . "
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Angelo felt like a little kid wandering through the thick, rosy sepia tones of the family's favourite restaurant, yet he no longer had to rise onto his tip-toes to find his siblings amongst the leather booths. Today it wouldn't matter anyway, Gia never sat anywhere else and Angelo is sure if she did suddenly relocate her spot, at least one of the waitstaff would pass it up the ranks worriedly. He sang along to the lilting, mediterranean music under his breath thoughtlessly, drumming his fingers on the backs of chairs before humming a warm 'ciao' to yet another person who had known him since he was in diapers.
His mouth quirked into an exasperated, fond grin. Giada clucked around, herding him like she had the whole litter of them and he let himself be loved in the way he knew best, and sat. The steam from the food made hunger roar back to life after the distraction of a twelve-hour shift, the pall of the news that he expected to hang over them evaporated along with the knot in his chest. "Grazie, grazie." Habitually he straightened himself up for the dinner table before leaning over to press their cheeks together in greeting, clasping her arm, all the while nosy little brother eyes raked over the whole spread. He took a heaping bite of bruschetta, it wouldn't work on Giada but he could try. "Right now of course. What are you working on, Gi?"
for: @angelodamiano location: d'amiano fam's fav spot
Giada was nestled into her regular spot in the back of the family's favorite restaurant accompanied by some paperwork, a couple of sketches, and a spread that only DβAmianoβs could serve up. It was a place that made her feel almost at home, where she could collect herself, have a good meal, and be surrounded the people that mattered mostβ family. Even on a random weekday afternoon when threats were beginning to swirl in aftermath of Giovanni's death.
The sound of a familiar voice caught her attention, and she peered up from her working lunch with a widening smile. βAng, come, sit, mangia!β Giada all but ushered her brother into the booth herself, already making him a dish as she passed him over a slice from her margarita pie and a couple of sides. βWhenβs the last time you ate, anyway?β
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MATTCLAIRE + Claire checking Matt for injuries
Daredevil S02E10, "The Man in the Box"
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angelo jerked back to wakefulness at the knock on his door with a quiet hiss of, "figlio di puttana!" just as he slid off his slightly broken couch to spill onto the persian rug. he opened his mouth to tell mrs novak, his landlord, that he'd been asleep since he got off call at four and couldn't possibly be making that tap-dancing sound when the words died on his lips. luciano. molten heat shot up his spine and he hauled himself to his feet, muttering in scattered italian while he dragged his fingers through the mess of his hair. "if you're here to bleed all over my couch, i'll kill you." leo grumbled without heat.
he undid the bolt and latch, pulling the door open with all the grace of a grizzly bear mid-hibernation. so what if he looked first before he turned away to rummage under the couch for his trauma bag, it wasn't illegal to look. a benediction of a man leaning heavy in the shadows of his doorway, drawing the eye no matter where he looked, the lush scarlet of blood-smeared lips that begged for angelo to do things to them that definitely weren't medically advised. he turned back to his guest as though he'd forgotten all about the tall, dark form that filled his cozy living room with his presence and gestured him over the threshold.
leo drew into his orbit, giving in to the inevitable gravitational pull, and raised long, thin fingers to grasp luciano's chin. hoping he could pretend he was all business. "what are we going to do with this... what a mess."
WHERE. angelo's abode WHEN. 10.45 pm, friday WHO. luciano + @angelodamiano
the metallic taste lingered in his mouth. hadn't those buffoons' known that the face was off limits ? then again, hadn't they known he was off limits ? the lesson would be taught, once luciano no longer had crimson stains upon his lips. when his tongue no longer found itself coated with his own ichor. it had not been the first time that he had been dealt many blows. nor would it likely be his last, given how he so enjoyed running his mouth. how could he not, when he held a position that allowed him to ?well, for the most part. considering the few times that it left him ... well, looking as he did in the moment. he had excused his driver. and the help offered as he made his way to the front door he had become horrendously familiar with. the door itself, that is. for the one that would stand on the other side of it ... that made the taste of blood on his tongue that much sweeter. " knock ... knock, angel. open sesame . "
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