This was going to be simple Porn-without-plot but a lot of meta later and a build up chapter and here we go...

I got slightly off track so I'm puting them in chapters because this 'build up' was so long...
written because of this flash back bit in purple haze feedback:

"You can call me Fugo. We're even."
"Sure I can't talk you into calling me 'sir'?"
...back then, Fugo and Narancia were on even ground. Buccellati had saved them both. They were both working to pay him back. There was little difference between them.
Which of them was superior? Narancia had been convinced age was most important.
Fugo would have to find the answer for himself.

Fugo had a day off. It was early in the evening and he was leisurely at home, in his room, doing nothing worthwhile. Fugo sat the chair slightly facing away from the door but he liked to have it out of the corner of his eye, and he liked to have the door open. He didn't want to over analyse his slight claustrophobia. Wasting his time, he refused to spend his spare time to 'noble pursuits' like refining any of his skills. He was cozied up in his chair reading through a girlish magazine, 'wasting' his higher intellect on reading star signs. He avoided his star sign, he didn't really want to think about himself when he was alone - he forced his brain to think of different things.

He liked to look at his friends' signs and laugh at the irony; but he only knew Mista and Narancia's signs. When he had asked Abbacchio what his was it didn't end well and he'd never considered Buccellati would share. He could have figured it out from his birthday but Buccellati didn't like to share his birthday. Once he saw Narancia ask (an obvious attempt to get in his good books after joining behind his back) and Buccellati made a point of saying it was unimportant.

Let's see… Mista was a Sagittarius. Ah, there it was. He choked on a laugh as he read it - readjusting himself in his seat by slinging his legs over the arm and bringing the bright pink magazine closer to his face. This is what he read them for, simple ironic coincidences like this. He read it to himself again:

"Sagittarius has several lucky numbers other than 4. The numbers 3, 12 and 21 are also good for this sign, and might even prove to be lucky lottery numbers for the sign. Dates that include these numbers can also be lucky, especially if they coordinates with other lucky elements for the sign. For example, if April 3rd fell on a Thursday, the day would be especially lucky for the sign since it would be the 3rd day of the 4th month."

He considered being mean and sending Mista a picture but he knew Mista was too superstitious. He heard a rattle of keys in the distance followed by a few groans and squeaking doors. This was why he kept his door open at all times – no it wasn't really that but he could lie to himself. Passione shared keys to each other's houses and flats (except Abbacchio who had only given a spare to Buccellati with a grumble and a threat that he should only be called on in emergencies, followed by a few glares to everyone else). Fugo let people visit often, since he hated to be alone. Alone with his mind. He heard a mumble that sounded like Buccellati's voice which headed to the kitchen and then a separate thump of feet on the stairs.

Bruno never liked to come up stairs to his bedroom. He must be making himself a drink, and if Fugo was right he'd then be heading to the living room. Unless Bruno summoned him Fugo wasn't required to go down to talk to him. He reminisced on the thought of being so close to someone that he didn't need to be close. Bruno was distant like that. He thought he was probably worn out from a mission today that he wouldn't want to talk much, and it made sense to want to relax in the silent company of another's house than to return to an empty house.

Fugo peered up over the magazine as soon as the footsteps reached the top of the stairs and turned the corner to his room. The other person – Narancia – walked into his room without a break in his step or a moment to announce himself. Rude and reckless as ever. He walked across from the door and swung his body onto the bed, arms cupping behind his head lying down and crossing his feet. Fugo's blood boiled for a moment over the carelessness. He eyed Narancia's shoes on his bed but didn't say anything.

He didn't notice until Narancia made remarked. "Oh, huh? Oh!" Fugo looked down at his hands to see he'd already ripped the magazine in half, his teeth were making grating sounds. Narancia childishly pulled at his shoes, legs in the air refusing to sit up to do it, and threw them to the side. "Right, right, no shoes on the bed…" Fugo made an 'hmph' sound and put the two piles of magazine papers in his hands together, the slid them under his chair. At least he was trying to be considerate, Narancia was just foolish at times.

Narancia stretched out his limbs, made a show of wriggling his toes through his socks and returned to his previous nonchalant position. Fugo eyed him, turning back in his chair to sit properly. He never noticed how subconsciously he would always try to act what he was raised to be: 'proper', in front of Narancia. He put his hand on his chin and folded his leg over his knee. He could tell Narancia was going to eventually tell him so Fugo gave in and bit the bait. "How was the mission with Buccellati?" Narancia was going to boast, he always did.

Narancia closed his eyes and rolled onto his side towards Fugo, propping his head up and pouted out his lips as he spoke. "Oh you know~ same old." He wavered his hand in circles. "I just saved the day again, saved Buccellati's life, improved our status with the town folk-"

Fugo dropped his head in his hand, letting his cheek's fat squash up against his eye. "Oh you mean you actually followed orders for once? Or did you only 'save' Buccellati's life by putting it in danger to start with?"

"HEY!" Narancia's wavering arm slammed against the bed mattress. "It wasn't me! We ran into a rival gang! It wasn't part of the plan at all! If my Aerosmith hasn't seen them coming we'd have been killed!" He pointed at himself a few times then rolled around and undid his skirt buckle. Fugo groaned at his impoliteness. He eyed him undressing but suddenly felt shy a looked away. Narancia pulled up his top under the skirt and yanked it down to show off a small zipper just above his hip bone. "See?" He showed off the wound.

Fugo eyed it. Bruno must have healed him up from a stab wound of some sort. He suddenly felt awful… but not in the way he thought he should. He didn't feel bad about teasing or disbelief of Narancia's work – he always boasted when he did well – but that wound and how Bruno healed it. Why did it bother him? Why did the vision of Bruno's fingers there hit him so hard? He looked away.

Narancia's face went from anger to a blank face of confusion, like he looked when doing maths. "Heeeey? What?"

"Nothing! Leave off!"

Narancia snorted out a disapproving sound and propped his head back up. He didn't bother putting his shirt back down and fiddled with the zipper handle with the other hand making metallic clanging sounds. "Sooo… How many is that now?" It was rhetorical. He started making a show of counting on his fingers out loud. Narancia knew exactly how many, he kept track often enough he didn't need to count but sometimes he put on a show just to mock. "There's the time with that traitor, oh and that time when we were gonna get pizza… and… then… yeah!" He made a loud giggle. "Ohhh- boy that's 41 missions this year, and 27 I've saved the day on! And I'm just an 'idiot kid' huh! I'm going to out rank you soon with how good I'm doing." He lowered his eyelids and smiled cheekily at Fugo.

Fugo continued to look away from him. He wasn't angry… was he grumpy? He felt rotten but he knew he wasn't angry. It was true: he didn't get put on as many missions as Narancia, he didn't want to think about it. He knew Narancia wasn't aware but that had hit a cord with him as well. The zipper had too. He didn't get why that was.

Fugo hated how he couldn't be trusted on as many missions as some newbie like Narancia. Well, Narancia had been with them for a few years now but the constant competition Narancia forced him into. He was starting to feel bummed out about how much more time Buccellati and Narancia got to spend together because of the missions. Ugh! Stupid! That shouldn't bother him! Why? He shut his eyes and pushed those thoughts out. "It doesn't matter how many missions you've been on I'm still your superior. I've been with the gang longer!"

Narancia paused, and made a show of pointing his chin in an effort to look like he was thinking. "Ohh? But that's a bit dumb isn't it, Fugo?"

Fugo snapped his head back at him. What's he on about. "Dumb?!"

"Yeahhh…." He tilted his head at him. Narancia drawled his sentence out slowly. "I mean if we're judging whose superior… based on longevity," Fugo stopped listening for a moment as he felt a bud of pride. He remembered teaching Narancia that word. "…Then wouldn't I," Narancia pointed at himself, "be your," he pointed at Fugo, "superior, since I'm older? Hmmm?"

Fugo's face quickly scrupled up. "This again?!" He snapped at him and rearranged his sitting position to be leading forward, legs apart. "How often do I have to tell you until it sinks in? That's not how it's judged!" He knew he was joking but since that zipper he was feeling gross and he couldn't take the small teasing.

"Then how is it judged! You keep changing the rules so you win!" Win? Is this a game? Is my worth a game to you? Is that really what you think?! Fugo's hand clawed at his hair, pushing it aggressively out of his eyes, only to fall back in his eyes when he let go and started scratching the back of his head. His breathing elevated.

"You fucking know this isn't a game! Stop trying to fight me! How often do I have to tell you? You're so stupid! You only think of this as a game! Can't you grow up?"

"Hey! You're the one who's making me feel like shit! Always telling me to grow up and then you won't even let me prove it to you that I have!"

They had both stood up by this point. Fugo's breath wouldn't slow. He hated this feeling. He looked at the door and thought of how loud he'd already been. Calm. Calm. Calm… Calm… Please… Shit! He started to feel even worse when he remembered Bruno was downstairs. He was probably judging him. He and Narancia would probably talk about this, about how shitty he was, about how he couldn't control anything, how he was so toxic and how they were so happy to be alone together on their fun little missions! Without him! They didn't need him at all! Damn it! There was that shitty feeling again.

Narancia's body relaxed and he fell back to sitting on the bed. He always got caught up in Fugo's emotions and forgot how fragile he was. How easy he was to break. "I'm sorry, Fugo. I just wanted to impress you… I'll try harder next time!"

"No… No… I'm sorry I got carried away, I shouldn't have yelled. You've come a long way you should be proud. I should be encouraging you more, not holding you back," Like me, "I guess I was just jealous…" Of how close you two are getting. Are you going to leave me too? I want to impress you too. "Of your progress."

A long pause surrounded them and Narancia looked at the door as well. "Well… We… Well… What do you actually think proves superiority? As a gang member?"

Fugo continued to stare off for a while. Narancia started to think it was wrong to continue talking about that. Fugo turned and walked over to his window. He wanted any excuse not to look at Narancia while he felt so ashamed. He was thinking about the question.

"I guess… It's whoever can please Buccellati best. He is our immediate boss after all."

Narancia relaxed back. Fugo gave out a smug laugh. "Well there's no way to actually judge that- Buccellati would never say," He sat back down, more hesitantly and eventually relaxed back into place.

It was then that Narancia started laughing. He was looking at the floor, then the ceiling, then he rolled back on the bed. He started buckling up his skirt while he laughed as if distracting himself from whatever the joke was.

"What? What? …What is it?"

Narancia continued laughing and looking away, he then rolled back into propping his head up. "Well," Fugo raised his eyebrows at him beckoning him to go on. "No… No…"

"What?"

Narancia waved his hand at him. "I shouldn't say~! You're still a kid! So young! I should be an adult!"

"Shut up! You're not that much older than me! Stop with the old man jokes and tell me!"

Narancia paused, continuing to giggle under his breath. He looked at Fugo, straight in the eyes, then giggled again and had to recollect himself. He looked down for a while. "Ok… ok," He laughed again then looked back up and pointed. "Well, there is one way, to judge pleasure."

Fugo looked at him, dumb smacked. What was he talking about? He raised his eyebrows further and leaned forward. Rolling his hand to encourage. He was completely lost.

"Well, it involves…" He shrugged and looked away, his face was getting red. It must be a good joke. "Fluid."

Fugo still didn't get it. Was Narancia losing his marbles? He bet it was really simple. He squinted. And leaned more forward making more expressions of misunderstanding.

Narancia groaned. He really didn't want to be blunt about it. He felt he was sweating but there's no way he can't say… Well… He looked at him.

Narancia moved his hand up. He opened his mouth with a pout, looking into Fugo's eyes, then made a tube with his hand. He held his hand up to his lips then made up and down motions towards his lips, followed by suckling sounds. He raised his eye brows at Fugo. He made the motions for a while until he saw it dawn on Fugo's face. Fugo's face went into a brighter red than any of his angry faces had ever been, he gasped and clutched his face, falling back into his chair backing away from the lewd hand gesture.

Fugo cursed himself that he was so weak that it took him so long. He cursed himself double that seeing Narancia make that gesture… He felt weird about it. He gulped and shouted in a whispered voice "Cum?!" Narancia burst into laughter and wriggled on the bed rolling to face away from him laughing too hard. Fugo's nose twitched. He didn't want to think that just talking about sex would get him this flustered. Even if it was a joke. He didn't know what to do. Narancia obviously thought it was a joke but. Fugo eyed at Narancia's legs which were rubbing together. No, no... No. Don't think that, don't think too hard about it. He shook his head to keep himself from thinking about him.

Eventually Narancia bounced back to sit on the end of the bed, this time crossing his legs and leaning forward awkwardly. Fugo replied astonished. "No way…"

"What?!"

"No way…"

"Hey I was joking! Don't! I told you you were too young-"

"No! That's infantile!"

"Oh come on!"

"Childish!"

"Hey, Hey… You can't say you've never thought of-"

"What What what? No! No, N What?"

"I mean," Narancia looked at the open door, and cupped around his mouth with a hand, looking back at Fugo. He felt like teasing a bit, and… well he felt like entertaining the thought now. "You've seen him right? You're not an idiot right?"

"What?! What are you saying! No way! Why are you assuming I even, like?"

"Come on, be real with me here. Everyone has that one friend that, well if they asked, you wouldn't say no, you know?"

This is so dumb he can't believe he's talking about this, with Narancia. No way. Why did he always assume? Why did he always peg Narancia for too innocent for this? "No.. I.. No… How…" He felt so panicked and flustered.

How did Narancia even know he was for …Were his thoughts about him that… When they were at the beach last time, was it obvious he had looked? Damn it he hated thinking about this but… Well he didn't really want to admit the conversation was fun, he didn't want to stop talking about it but he was too private to think about talking about it so openly.

"Ehhhhh… Whatever man, I mean I would." Something about Narancia seemed like he was upset that Fugo didn't think the same.

"Yeah… I guess… But…"

Narancia cheered up again straight away and cupped his chin in both hands gazing at Fugo with a smile. "'Yeah'?"

Fugo sat back and crossed his legs, he felt so on display. He crossed his arms and looked away, conveniently looking at his door. His heart started to ache a bit. He wanted to talk about this with Narancia but somehow he also didn't want to have Narancia talk to him about it. He didn't understand what he was feeling. "He does have nice features, I guess."

"Oh? No way? Not him then who?"

"What?"

"You know that one friend who you would, if they asked, you know?" Fugo was taken aback, he flushed again. That one friend? He couldn't think, he hadn't thought about it… Had he? He didn't want to say, he didn't want to answer. Not that he had an answer that he knew of. "Is it Abbacchio?"

"What?!"

"No? I mean you were asking his star sign a while back-" Fugo tightened up. "Seriously not Buccellati? I mean…" He tilted his head as if Fugo should admit it. There was a long pause. Narancia sat back on the bed and uncrossed his legs and let his legs line up with each other. It was as if he was trying to close himself off but didn't want to be obvious about it. "You're…" It seemed hard for him to speak, and the sentence came out very bleak and slowly, "Not straight are you?" He looked away as if he never considered Fugo might be.

"I- I don't? I don't know some girls are, I mean nice but I-" He felt so much more comfortable talking about this with Mista. He breathed out to calm himself. "I mean, let's say theoretically. If suddenly we were all attacked by a stand, and, we could only beat it, by," He waved his hand around in the air. "All of us having sex, I wouldn't say, that would be a bad... thing?" He felt slightly better, for some reason he didn't want Narancia thinking he wasn't into men.

Narancia grinned and leaned forward again, lightly punching his arm. "You dog."

He laughed a bit, "It's not like that,"

"Oh…" Narancia leaned in a bit and made the same whispering gesture. "You mean a pass around?"

Fugo found himself rather shocked, he never really thought that Narancia would be so… blunt. Or have lewd thoughts at all for that matter. He expected this conversation from Mista. Or even Abbacchio when he was feeling like making them uncomfortable. Narancia continued. "Well I was thinking…"

"What?"

"Like," He looked away again. "Is that what the holes are for?"

Fugo choked and fell back into his seat's backing. "What?!"

"Easy access-"

"What!"

Narancia's face flushed up. He looked away at the window and quickly changed the conversation, he didn't want him to think too long on the fact that he had… thought about it. He tried to play it off like he was just teasing. It did honestly feel good to feel like the 'teacher' for once with how flushed Fugo was getting. "But you know… I bet Buccellati really knows how to do it,"

Fugo shook his head and flushed up looking away from him as well, this time looking at the door. He looked only long enough to register Bruno standing in the door way, leaning against the frame, arms crossed, legs also, holding a file of some sort in one of his crossed hands.

Fugo's shock manifested quite literally in an attempt to show respect he jumped out his chair, elbowing Narancia's arm and knocking back his chair so hard it fell on its side, knocking a few books off the bookshelf behind him. His body was stiff and alert but he couldn't seem to speak.

"HEY! Wh- AHH!" Narancia reacted to getting hit with a short spurt of anger only long enough to realize what had happened and jump up to Fugo's side. "Ah!" He was equally lost for words.

Bruno blinked a few times. "I take from… this, I'm interrupting something?" Shit! Fugo swore at himself internally, he knew this was a stupid reaction, he should be better under pressure but it was personal to him. He'd completely over estimated from his body language. Had he just got there? He was about to play it cool when he realized Narancia was not as quick to realize.

"I can explain! Buccellati! I didn't mean it I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be so disrespectful!"

"Sorry? For what… Narancia you haven't been speaking ill of me have you?"

Fugo felt an undertone and he could no longer tell whether Bruno knew what they had been talking about or was trying to catch them out. His tone was mocking in a strange way.

Narancia gulped, he looked like a deer in the head lights. He looked at Fugo with wide eyes begging him to help him out of this. He had no idea what to say or do, he didn't seem to understand what had happened in the slightest. He stuttered. "F, f, Br… I uh, I, uh!" He looked at Bruno, then at Fugo, he looked between them both before landing on Fugo and whining under his breath.

Fugo took a deep breath in. He'd reacted poorly and stuck them both into this. He stiffened up and pronounced his voice. "I was telling Narancia how I want to have sex with you!" He could tell Bruno knew. He knew there was no point in covering it up, but he could at least bite the bullet.

Bruno blinked a dozen timed and his head moved back. His face went from sharp to an expression that seemed like he was lost. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it. A pause and then he cleared his throat.

"I," He cleared his throat again. "That was not what I thought I overheard…" Shit! Fugo slumped his shoulders down and his knees loosened without him willing it. He hit himself in the face and flushed up. Narancia continued looking at the two completely bewildered at what had happened. Fugo cursed inwardly. Shit! Shit! Shit! He'd really miscalculated. What can he possibly say now to explain it? He thought he was being noble by biting the bullet for Narancia. Bruno started staring at his feet and avoiding them.

Narancia's body was still stiff when he finally registered what had happened. He pushed an arm out in front of Fugo and held one up to himself. "Sir-!" Crap he forgot Buccellati hated being called 'Sir'- "Buccellati! Don't listen to him, it was me, Fugo's just covering for me! He doesn't even want to-" He panicked and sighed. He didn't want Fugo to pay for him but he was panicking now. He breathed heavily looking at the two again, in a different frantic way. How could he explain this without making it worse? Tell the truth right? He was going to be embarrassed anyway he might as well be completely embarrassed. "I, we, we were joking about which one of us was superior as a gang member- and he said which one-" He paused a looked back at Fugo who just held his head in his hands and shook his head, "c… could 'please' you better and- It I, it was a joke but it got out of hand- He doesn't really mean it, I was…"

Bruno cupped his forehead with his fee hand and leaned further against the door. He shook his head and tried to recompose himself. The situation took him entirely by surprise.

Everyone stood in Fugo's bedroom in an incredibly awkward silence. Eventually there was a small chuckle coming from Bruno that no one recognized, not evening Bruno himself. He sighed out and recollected himself. He rolled his head up and then let his head rest up. "Well…" He paused as he continued to regain himself. "Supposing this isn't a very poor joke, which I don't find funny," He refolded his arms. "I don't have objections."

Fugo stayed stuck in his space. Did he understand that correctly too? He kept his hands covering his face. Narancia seemed smarter to it this time. He looked at them both. "Y… You mean..?" He pointed at himself and then Bruno, and then Fugo, and cycled. He couldn't hide a wide smile.

Buccellati replied. "Don't ask and you won't get." Narancia broke out a squeal stepping forward while Fugo sank into himself. He couldn't believe this was happening, he blanked out.

Narancia bound forward and shook at Bruno's arms. "Y- Y You mean it? You'll let me- us? Seriously? If you said I could I would- If you want me to I will!" He was stuttering from excitement, and looked back at Fugo a few times. Buccellati gave a warm smile and let Narancia shake him.

Fugo finally let himself back into reality. "W- Wait a minute! But that doesn't actually prove anything! That's just- It's sex! It doesn't prove- and even if it proved superiority so what? What would that even mean?!" He got that pang again watching Narancia's excitement.

Narancia pouted and turned back to him. "Well… Obviously you'd be lower ranked than me."

"That means nothing!"

Buccellati butted in, looking up from Narancia he locked eyes with Fugo. "If my superiority means pleasing me, then, would that mean you'd have to please whoever 'won'?"

Fugo hitched, he flinched back and could feel his entire body blush. Narancia cooed and stared back at him again. "Oooh, I like that."

Fugo gulped. He suddenly felt inclined to go through with this. "You won't beat me."