Ah, hello everyone! I know I have another fic going that I've yet to update. If you're following that one, don't worry, I do plan to update it soon. I had a great idea for this story though and wanted to get it out really bad, so here I am. c: I'm really excited for this one.
Anyways, this story is set in the 1930's. Because of the time period I'm setting this in, the story may be a bit inaccurate because I'm fairly positive homosexuality and cross dressing wasn't favored back then, but I'm just gonna go with it for the sake of having fun with this. Then again, there will be murders and bank robbing, which wasn't exactly favored either, so I guess it can work in a weird way?
I decided to do this story in third person instead of first person like my other fic. Hopefully it's alright. Any reviews or just kind words would be nice! Alanzo is obviously an OC, just because I couldn't see Lovino killing any other characters other than Ludwig, but I didn't want that so tada.~ OC was the best option. I'm going to attempt smut later in the story for my first time. I'm crossing my fingers it'll come out alright. Yep, onto the story. Thank you to whoever reads and please excuse any typos or mistakes I may have made.
Note: Feliciano may seem out of character. I already know this and this is honestly just how I want to write him. He'll be more in character in later chapters, I promise. c: Also, Antonio will be introduced next chapter.
The night was still young, music crawling through the bedroom as pants and giggles could be heard beneath it. Soft black hair draped down over a young man's forehead, a nice feature to accompany his toned and sweaty body as it laid over a slightly smaller figure. "You truly are genuine from the rest, Feliciano." he spoke softly into the smaller boy's ear, warm breaths tracing his lobe as Feliciano shivered beneath him. Feliciano could only smile in return before pushing himself up slightly so their lips could meet in a some what aggressive kiss. The dark haired male kissed him back, nibbling roughly at Feliciano's lip before breaking away with a pant. "Look doll, you may be different from the rest, but you're never going to make it. I have shit to do and as much as I'd like to stick around for another round, you're just not worth it." He pushed himself up from Feliciano and looked away and he scrambled the room for his clothes.
At first, Feliciano thought it was a joke. He had to be joking, right? "Alanzo, d-don't mess around with me." The dark haired male pulled on his pants then froze as he looked over to Feliciano, who was sitting on the bed with a troubled look plastered on his features. "You're a good fuck, kid. That's about all you've got going for ya." He smirked before turning back to his shirt to pull it on and button it up. "What do you mean? Weren't you going to introduce Lovino and I to that friend of yours?" Feliciano only heard a grunt of a reply, which pushed him to stand up and rush over to Alanzo. "Al, c'mon. You promised me, don't take back what you said-" Feliciano was cut off as he was shoved away. He stumbled backwards, losing his footing as he tripped on one of the floor boards and fell back into the dresser. Before he could catch himself, he hit the floor, pain shooting through his head from hitting the ground.
Alanzo only laughed at the pathetic sight he saw before him. "You expect to make it big, yet you can't even keep your balance. You're a pathetic loser, and that's all you'll ever be, Feli." Tears welled up in his eyes and his lips parted as if he were about to spew out something in his defense, but he stopped as his attention shifted to the bathroom door as Lovino rushed out.
Lovino's eyes were narrow, scowl present on his face as usual, his body and hair dripping wet from just being in the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. "What the fuck is going on out here?" Lovino's eyes remained narrow as he stared at Alanzo before his saw his brother in the corner of his eye. He turned his head, his eyes widening as his brother became better in view. "Feli.." he squeaked out as he rushed over to his brother's aid, one hand holding his towel around his waist as the other reached out to help his brother up. Lovino's eyes searched his brother's nearly nude body for any signs that that bastard Alanzo might have hurt him beyond just a simple shove.
Alanzo just shook his head and sighed as he pulled on his coat and then turned towards the door. "Look Lovino. You're both good kids, but you're just not cut out for it. I'm done screwing around with your brother and wasting my time around this place." Alanzo spoke calmly, as if he were talking to children, which only seemed to make Lovino's blood boil even more.
Lovino couldn't believe this guy. First, the bastard hand the courage to try and lay a finger on his brother. Lovino wasn't terribly fond of the relationship, but his brother seemed to be happy, so he let it pass. Then, he thinks he can just hurt his brother and then up and leave? Not to mention, he lied. Alanzo lied about the whole thing from the start, just to get a taste of his little italian brother.
Tears ran down Feliciano's cheeks as his heart started to race with anger. "Y-you.. you lied... He lied to me." Feliciano's voice was hardly louder than a whisper, hissing out those words as he came to the realization that he had just been used as a piece of meat for pure pleasure. "You fucking liar!" He yelled this time, which shocked Lovino. He had never seen his brother this upset, this hurt, or this loud.
Alanzo huffed under his breath, obviously ready to get the hell out of the small apartment. He turned and started for the door.
"Oh no you don't, mother fucker." Lovino mumbled as he let go of his brother. Seeing his brother so upset made him snap, made his blood boil to the point where he didn't really know what he was doing anymore. All he did know, was that he hated that bastard Alanzo. He knew he should have gotten rid of him to begin with. He should have kept his brother away from that lying asshole. No one would hurt his brother without paying. Which is why Lovino reached to the dresser and pulled open one of the drawers. He slipped his hand inside, pushing past the clothes and grabbing ahold of a dark handle.
Feliciano gasped as he watched Lovino, his hands reaching out to stop his brother from doing the unthinkable. "Lovino, don't!" It was too late. Lovino cocked the gun in his hand then pulled the trigger before his own mind could even process what he was doing. Not that he cared, to be honest. Lovino was ruthless and wouldn't hesitate to kill someone if he needed to, as you could see here. Though, he didn't necessarily need to kill Alanzo. Lovino was known to act on impulses, though.
Both Lovino and Feliciano would commonly act on impulse, without really thinking about the consequences. Both boys were vaudevillian dancers, trying to climb their way to the top with each show. If they needed to, improve and impulses came in handy while dancing. The two weren't well known, at least not yet, but they thought they might have gotten a break once they met Alanzo. Of course, they were wrong. The surprising part of it all, was that they really could dance. They were twin brothers, petite bodies that could pass them as females, dancing and singing suggestively, almost better than most females could do it. They had an upper hand, other than the fact that they were indeed two boys.
None of that mattered now, at least not for the time being. Alanzo's body was on the apartment floor, blood leaking out from his chest all over the floorboards. "Feliciano, go get ready. We have a show in an hour." Lovino sat the gun on the dresser, then dropped his towel and pulled out his clothing to put on. Feliciano just watched his brother, not sure about what to do with the situation. "Feli, I said go shower, dammit... Don't worry, I'll take care of everything." Lovino grabbed Feliciano's shoulders and gently guided him to the bathroom. "It'll be okay." Lovino spoke softly before letting go of his brother and moving back to the dresser.
Within time, Lovino was dressed in his dancing attire, though a black coat hung over his body to hide it all. Feliciano was still in the shower, which gave Lovino time to clean up the mess he had made all over the carpet. "Fucking piece of shit." He mumbled as he pulled out a cigarette from his coat pocket. He put it between his lips then brought a match to the end, sucking as he lit the stick. He inhaled it slowly as he eyed Alanzo's body, then swiftly hurried over to the phone. He picked it up and held it to his ear before dialing a familiar number of a certain friend of his. When a voice sounded on the other end, Lovino sighed. "I know this is out of the blue, but I have a favor to ask you." Lovino said, his voice coming out a little more stressed than he had hoped. "Lovino? Is something going on?" Lovino groaned in annoyance as he took another drag of his cigarette. He flicked it as he blew the smoke out before returning his attention back to the phone. "Look Gil, I need your help. I'll explain later. Just grab a few of your friends and get over here within the next ten minutes." The man on the other end agreed and hung up, leaving Lovino thankful he had at least a few people he could trust in the city. Next he dialed another familiar number, but this one belonged to someone he knew he could always trust. This number was his grandfather's. "Lovino, what an unexpected call. How are my dear grandson's doing?" Lovino couldn't help but smile, his grandfather's voice sounding husky, calm, and rather comforting. The fact that his father was a respected capodecina was also rather comforting. "Nonno, I need your help. I shot a man, killed him." Lovino choked out, on the verge of crying. He wasn't scared because he killed a man, no, but he was terrified of prison.