A/N: Here's the next chapter. Warning, there is a sex scene here, and as usual, I've marked it off with the / mark.
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Nekki: I have considered writing AmeIta, actually! The issue is I can't think of a storyline that suits them yet, so for now, that pairing will have to wait. Anyway, I hope re-reading it helped you get it better. Thanks for the review!
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Arthur was rather pleased with himself to be able to open the egg after only two days of fiddling with spells and possible magic lock combinations, and lo and behold, the Golden Heart lay within.
He pulled out the jewel carefully, admiring it.
It was a heart-shaped diamond with a golden hue, and it glittered in the light from his lamp. But to see if it was what he needed… He went over to his balcony, out under the moonlight, and held it up, looking through the crystal curiously.
If it was the Pandora, it would be red, but if it was the Magatama, it would shine blue.
Pandora, a mystical jewel rumored to spill tears that granted immortality if presented to the moon during Volley's Comet.
Magatama, a gem claimed to grant whoever uses it on a solar eclipse one wish.
But he looked, and the Golden Heart simply glittered gold.
This gem didn't contain either.
There was a business formal a few days later, and his father was hosting it. The Vargas family had been invited, although Feliciano seemed reluctant to be there, avoiding people and brooding off to the sidelines. Unusual, considering how he was a social butterfly most of the time.
"You all right?" Arthur hummed, offering Feliciano a glass of wine.
Feliciano looked up in surprise, startled, and took the glass. "Grazie. Ah… si, I'm fine, just…" He trailed off, appearing to want to sink back and melt into the wall.
"I heard about the theft," Arthur said next, with sympathy. If anything, he knew how to play innocent around his victims.
"Hasn't everyone?" Feliciano suddenly groaned, his free hand covering his reddened face in shame. Arthur picked up on a quiver in Feliciano's voice, though, and his eyes widened.
Feliciano was obviously stressed over the whole thing- he'd been blamed as much as his grandfather for letting the gem be stolen away. On top of that, too, there was the added stress of realizing he'd been responsible for the loss of a jewel worth millions… It looked like Feliciano was understandably upset.
Shit.
Arthur took Feliciano's wrist, gently pulling his guest out of the crowded ballroom of the Kirkland manor, and into a quiet library, or a study- Feliciano couldn't quite tell which it was. But it was cozy, organized, old in a refined way, and peaceful. There was even a small fireplace and a couch before it, to settle and rest on.
"What…?"
"You're not alright," Arthur murmured softly to his guest. "You can rest here, if you don't feel like dealing with the social formalities tonight. Alright? If anyone gives you trouble, tell them I gave you permission to be here," he said next. Feliciano looked stunned, looking up at him with wide eyes, before he downed the entire glass of wine he had in his hand and set it down on a table.
"Grazie," Feliciano said with genuine gratitude, falling back onto the couch and cradling his face in his hands. "This whole mess has just been… humiliating."
Arthur felt only slightly guilty.
"What's happened? I've only heard rumors, you know," Arthur asked, sitting down beside Feliciano.
"I- the whole time! The Golden Heart's been hidden on me! And I didn't even realize it! I'm such an idiot- if I'd just figured it out sooner, maybe I could've protected it…! And it was worth millions, and it's all my fault we've lost it! My nonno's business stocks have plummeted because of the loss, and Ludi's furious that they lost Grey because of nonno not telling them the truth about where the gem should've been. And just…!" Feliciano rambled on, before he suddenly gave a strangled sound of frustration and falling back onto the arm of the couch, hands over his face.
Arthur had a feeling that Feliciano was likely still upset about the kiss as well, but Feliciano probably wasn't going to tell a soul about that.
"I see… I'm sorry you have to deal with that," Arthur placated. "But, hey, look on the bright side. Grey has a habit of returning what he steals, right? Maybe you'll get it back soon."
Feliciano's eyes narrowed then, and he scoffed doubtfully. "But what if he doesn't? He's a trickster, a no-good thief! He's having fun making fools of everyone, I know he is! He's a jerk!" he huffed, looking more and more worked up now, his face reddened in growing anger. "He might end up keeping it!"
Arthur's eyebrow twitched as he tried to keep his façade up. He never did get used to people insulting his other persona… But it was part of the job. "He's an odd one, alright. I wonder what his real goal must be- it'd be strange to have a goal as simple as 'humiliate people', don't you think?" Arthur asked, trying to calm Feliciano down. (And also trying to defend his own honor a bit.)
Feliciano bit his lip. "Well, no one knows what goes on in that guy's head. So… who even knows," he murmured, sighing and deflating. "Either way, everything will fall apart if that gem doesn't come back."
"I heard he managed to break into your room, too. Was it scary?" Arthur asked next, trying to derail the conversation to something hopefully more fun. Now he was pleased with himself- he always found it so fun to play innocent and listen to his victims tell their versions of their encounter with the elusive, enigmatic Grey.
Feliciano suddenly turned pink. "N-No… Just. Overwhelming. He's…" Feliciano trailed off, made a frustrated sound, his hands curling briefly in the air into fists, and then sighed. "He's a real magician, all right… knows just how to distract people."
Arthur internally smirked.
"Oh? What did he do?" He tried hard not to let that smirk slip into his voice.
"None of your business…!" Feliciano suddenly replied, flustered. He looked away, and Arthur couldn't keep his lips from turning up at the corners after that.
"Oh, that makes me curious," Arthur teased, looking amused, raising an eyebrow at his guest. "It sounds suspicious, you know. People might start gossiping about what you two were up to."
"You're not getting anything out of me!" Feliciano said far too quickly, before taking a pillow from the couch and bopping Arthur with it. "So quit suggesting ridiculous things!"
Oh, so it was ridiculous to think of "having fun" with the thief? Ouch, Arthur thought in mild amusement, not truly too bothered.
Arthur was startled by the pillow though, his eyes widening in surprise on impact. What a childish move… but it was terribly cute. Laughing, he shook his head, before humming, "You're acting like a kid."
He was rewarded with another bop over the head with the pillow.
"Alright, alright! I get it!" Arthur chuckled, hands up in surrender, enjoying the way Feliciano's cheeks were puffed out and red with indignation, his lips in a pout. "Do you always act like this at formal events? You weren't like this when you gave me that tour."
Feliciano huffed and hugged the pillow instead of using it to whack Arthur again. "It's fun to show people around my home. But it's not fun being stuck at a party when everyone's talking about how much a failure you are."
"I'm sure no one's saying that, Felici-"
"I heard them!" Feliciano interrupted him, his voice scathing and bitter, before he quieted and bit his lower lip. "I heard all of them. I'm not going back in there. I'll just make a bigger fool out of myself and my family if I end up picking fights with anyone." He was sulking now, glancing at his empty wine glass, looking much more angry. Arthur could pick up on the traces of Feliciano's magic, sparking around him in response to his quiet rage.
Feliciano really didn't like his honor and pride being wounded like this, and it looked like he really was ready to lash out at the next person who dared call him incompetent or irresponsible.
Arthur fell silent.
Ah… he was starting to feel bad. At least he was bringing the gem back today. It wasn't the gem he was looking for, after all.
Arthur stood and stepped towards the door. "Well... I should get back. I'm one of the hosts, after all," he said, before turning back to look at Feliciano as he opened the study door. "Feel free to stay here as long as you like. Help yourself to reading whatever's on the shelf."
Feliciano's irritable expression faded away, and he smiled at Arthur with sweet and genuine gratitude and trust, eyes shining. "Grazie mille, Arthur. Sorry for that."
"No, no, it's understandable. I hope things work out."
Oh, yes, that was definitely guilt stabbing Arthur in the chest.
11:00 PM.
The grandfather clock in Feliciano's room started to ring, and Feliciano sighed as he stared at himself in the mirror, dressed up in the same dress from before, wig on as well.
His disguise was usually good enough to fool people… But Grey had managed to tell it was him instantly. Well, he shouldn't have expected anything less from a master of disguise himself. He settled down in a chair in front of his vanity, and opened up a makeup case, fiddling with the wig on his head.
"Maybe it'll be more believable if I start using make-up," Feliciano murmured with a soft sigh, cheeks red as he remembered the kiss he'd gotten from the charming, but cunning, thief. "I shouldn't have fallen for it. Nn… What a rotten trick," he snapped to himself, really tempted to punch Grey in the face if he ever got the opportunity.
Beside the makeup case, was a thin, small vase containing the single white rose that Phantom Thief Grey had conjured for him, and a bit of water to keep it alive as long as possible.
Despite Feliciano's frustration with the thief, it seemed he still had some fondness for him. (Which was entirely irrational and Feliciano knew it, but he could indulge in some fantastical daydreams now and then, right?)
"You look lovely as you are, darling," came a familiar voice, and Feliciano squeaked and scrambled up, nearly knocking his chair over as he whirled about, flustered and quickly taking his wig off and placing it on the vanity behind him.
"You… what are you doing back here?" Feliciano asked, tensing up as he faced Grey, eyes narrowing. "I'll- if you're here to steal anything else, I'll stop you myself this time!" Feliciano threatened, stepping forward with his hands up in an odd but distinctive fighting stance.
His fingers were curled into "claws" on one hand in front of his chest, the other hand outstretched flat with palm facing and outwards towards Grey, while one of Feliciano's feet moved back as a brace, preparing for a recoil of some kind.
Arthur recognized it instantly- the stance of a magic-using martial artist.
It wasn't surprising, that Romulus would teach his grandchildren both magic and self-defense. With all of them being Romulus's successors, they would always be in danger of possible assassination or kidnapping attempts. It was important they know how to defend themselves, in any way possible.
Grey smiled, before taking a knee and taking off his hat, holding it to his chest. "Now, now, let's not be violent. You know my motto- 'No one gets hurt.' I'm here to return what I've taken," the thief said, his mask still covering the upper half of his face, keeping him hidden away.
Feliciano's stance relaxed, and he seemed confused. His feet padded lightly across the rug on the marble floor, to avoid slipping since he was wearing stockings, as he approached the thief. "Is that so… so it wasn't one you wanted, in the end."
"Sadly. It wasn't what I was looking for," Grey explained.
"Is that why you always steal and then give it back? Because you're searching for something in particular?" Feliciano asked curiously, eyes still narrowed with suspicion.
"That's all you'll get out of me. The rest of my goal is too dangerous to tell a soul about," Arthur hummed, a gloved finger over his lips, eyes glinting in the dim light from Feliciano's vanity lamp.
Feliciano didn't seem satisfied with that, and murmured, "Give me one reason I shouldn't call for help right now. Or better yet, just knock you out."
Arthur stood and stepped forward. "Well, if you do that, then you won't get your heart back, will you?" he asked with a sly smile, hinting at a peek of a gold chain- the one to Feliciano's necklace. Feliciano suddenly froze, remembering the family heirloom and treasure, and held his tongue. He must have looked rather miffed about it, because Arthur quickly tried to placate Feliciano by taking his hand and bringing it up to kiss the back once more. "That wasn't a threat, darling, you don't have to look at me like that."
Feliciano huffed. "I can look at you how I want," he mumbled, but he ended up turning pink when Grey kissed his hand, regardless. Grey only gave a soft laugh against his hand, before he stood up and pulled Feliciano close, wrapping an arm around his waist. "What are you-" Feliciano started to ask, body tensed and prepared to lash out and strike, before he felt the thief intertwining their fingers, taking him into a dance position.
That music- when did it start playing? Who'd turned the radio on?
Feliciano turned redder still. Oh, of course Grey must've done it while he wasn't looking.
"Shall we dance?" Grey murmured softly, a smile on his lips. The soft, sensuous quality of his voice made Feliciano relax and give in. What harm could a dance do?
…maybe he shouldn't think about the answer to that, considering his track record with the thief.
A waltz was playing from the radio, soft and gentle, the night breeze wafting into the dark room from outside. Besides the dim lamp on the vanity, which barely illuminated even just the vanity, there was no light but what moonlight shone through the glass of the windows and balcony doors.
As the thief led him through the waltz, Feliciano went along with it, letting the man pull him close against his body, and secretly enjoying the warmth of Grey's body. He eventually relaxed and rested his head against Grey's shoulder, and wondered if this was just some strange dream.
Phantom Thief Grey had come to his bedroom near midnight, just to give back his necklace and dance with him?
"Why are we dancing?" Feliciano murmured as Grey led him around the room and balcony, giving him a twirl once in a while on the right beat. "If this is another trick to steal something from me, I'll tell you right now that I have nothing else worth stealing," he said next, somewhat bitterly. Grey chuckled lowly into Feliciano's ear, making him shiver.
"Now, now, darling, I'm a thief with some honor. I would send notice before another heist of mine, you know that," Arthur said rather smugly, before listening to Feliciano give a little huff. For all of the Italian's apparent protests, Feliciano was still letting himself dance, and his cheeks were a beautiful pink. "This is just for fun."
"You make it sound like there is such a thing as an honorable thief."
"Isn't there?" Grey hummed next, into Feliciano's ear again.
"Quit that," Feliciano squeaked again, turning red and trying to hide his reddened face into Grey's shoulder.
"Quit what?" Arthur teased, purring into Feliciano's ear and relishing the shivers he coaxed from the man in his arms. Oh, tonight might be fun after all- Feliciano definitely was responding to him in all the right ways. "I'm just talking with you- or do you not enjoy the dance?"
He'd stopped now, pulling Feliciano closer and lowering his hands to Feliciano's hips, pressing their bodies together very purposefully and smirking down at the Italian.
Feliciano was scarlet, eyes wide in slight surprise and confusion, and his body was heating up and responding to the thief's sensual words and touches. There was a noticeable bulge forming in the front of his dress, making Feliciano bite his lip as he tried to turn away and hide it- this could not be happening. He turned, his back now to the thief, but Arthur wound his arms around his waist and pulled him back against his chest gently.
"Don't be bashful," Arthur murmured gently. "I'm just here to return your necklace, after all." Feliciano felt the warm and loose hold around his waist move up, and the next thing he knew, Grey was putting his necklace back around his neck. Feliciano reached down, feeling the familiar weight of the golden egg on his chest and neck again, and relaxed. It was definitely the same necklace…
He'd really brought it back!
Grey's arms were around his waist again, and Feliciano was pulled close against Arthur's chest, feeling the thief's hips pressing forward against his own. This hold was really intimate…
Feliciano was a bright red still, trying to hide the fact that this was really, unfairly arousing him.
Fuck Phantom Thief Grey.
No, really.
Fuck him and his stupid smirk and his voice and the way his hands moved unfairly over his body.
Why the hell did this thief have to be so… so…!
"You're certainly free to say no, love, but…" Grey started, a hand moving down from Feliciano's stomach to tease the tent he could very clearly see in the dress. "I think I could take care of this for you," he purred, palming the bulge and watching as Feliciano gave a soft gasp and quivered, leaning back against him. "Of course, I've done what I came here to do, so I could leave, if you'd prefer."
Feliciano felt so incredibly conflicted. Most of him really just wanted to take the opportunity to have some fun with the alluring thief touching him, but another part of him was worrying over "What if we get caught? Isn't this wrong?"
And then, of course, the rest of him just wanted to deck Grey in the face. Hard. But that would be turning down sex, and Feliciano wasn't one to turn down some fun once in a while.
Regardless of his inner turmoil, he felt strangely safe- and even with Grey's arms around him, the thief practically with complete access to his body to harm him if he so chose, he didn't feel trapped or forced. Grey's hold around him was loose, his voice soothing and playful, not aggressive.
He really wasn't threatening him, was he? Not at all.
It was just some flirting (albeit very forward flirting) and an offer for some good-natured fun...
…so maybe there was such a thing as an honorable thief?
Feliciano made his decision, going fuck it in his head before he turned around and grabbed the thief's face, pulling him down into a kiss- which admittedly startled Grey quite a bit.
But Arthur went with it, smiling against the Italian's lips before taking control of the kiss, pushing and guiding Feliciano back towards the bed. When their kiss finally ended, Feliciano was flustered and catching his breath, and the thief let out a breathless laugh and a smile that was so unfairly charming Feliciano nearly kissed him again. "Bold, aren't you?" Arthur teased, before dipping his head down to kiss Feliciano again, this time nudging him and guiding him onto the bed. As they moved, Grey removed his gloves and tucked them away.
Feliciano was surprised and felt his heart fluster at the way that Grey had seemed so honestly pleased with his reciprocation- it felt nice, to know they both wanted this.
What a strange situation…
The worst part was, there's no way Feliciano could share this story with anyone! It'd have to be his dirty little secret, in the end.
Not that Feliciano minded.
Feliciano was pressed down onto the mattress, being kissed rather passionately the whole way down, feeling the thief spreading his legs apart and running a hand up his stocking-clad legs. He shivered in eager anticipation- he couldn't believe this was happening!
/
Arthur's fingers moved up, his eyebrows lifting up in surprise behind his mask, as he purred, "You go the entire way with the disguise, don't you, Feliciano? Even wearing lace and garters like this…" Feliciano turned a bright pink, feeling the thief's crafty fingers teasing over the bulge in his lace underwear, rubbing and toying as Feliciano squirmed and panted, giving soft gasps of pleasure. The underwear was the type that tied at the hips- so with a simple tug at the bows on either side, and Feliciano would be bare, the garterbelt and stockings still safely in place.
"For your information, I like wearing these," Feliciano asserted, shameless, squirming a little as he felt Grey's fingers running over the bulge in the lace. "A-Ah..."
"Is that so? Well, I suppose I should compliment you on how lovely it looks on you," Arthur hummed in reply. He made quick work of the lace, pulling it off and aside once he'd untied the sides, his lips leaving Feliciano's to instead start nipping down and along his neck. Feliciano was making unfairly enticing noises now, moaning and quivering beneath him as Arthur lifted up the skirt of the dress even further, spreading Feliciano's (very lovely) legs to settle down between them.
Some other thieves would've scolded Arthur for his recklessness- it was risky, incredibly so, to seduce one of his heists' victims.
But, what's life without a bit of risk and excitement?
Feliciano was open and wanting at his touch, and the thief could see how the Italian man beneath him was eager, even his nipples perked up in blatant arousal and poking up against the fabric of the dress. Arthur reached up and pulled the neckline of the dress down, enough to expose one, and leaned down to suck and nibble on one teasingly, making Feliciano gasp and arch his chest forward as he moaned and trembled.
So you're sensitive here...
Grey was smirking around the bud for just a moment, before the hand between Feliciano's legs resumed its activity, cupping Feliciano's balls and massaging them, teasing him with the slightest bits of attention, before his fingers finally moved up to wrap around the aching, swollen shaft of his cock, and start pumping along it firmly. Feliciano bit his lip and gave a needy whimper, trying to keep himself quiet- after all, he really didn't want to get caught. Even if his room was somewhat soundproofed, and his brothers' rooms were down other halls, he didn't want to risk anyone hearing evidence of their little escapade.
And Arthur was just as worked up, his own erection straining against his clothes, and he was quick to unzip his pants and pull his cock free from the restraint of his boxers. He gave a soft sigh as he shifted, the hand around Feliciano's cock letting go to instead fetch a small bottle from one of Arthur's pockets- lube.
Arthur was quick and efficient, as a practiced magician should be, and slicked his fingers in lube before lowering his fingers between Feliciano's legs and pressing at the entrance, circling it and making Feliciano gasp softly at the cool touch of lubricant. He might be taking it a little fast, but he was a little rushed, after all. A thief never should stay in one place too long.
"Relax, love," Arthur murmured before taking Feliciano's nipple back into his mouth, and relishing the way Feliciano's breaths became ragged with each little suck and nip. He slipped the first finger in, and Feliciano's fingers curled into the sheets beneath him at the sensation, before he started to cling desperately to the cloth as the thief slipped in one more finger, thrusting and pumping his fingers in and out, stretching and spreading him open as he added a third and started to curl them, searching for his partner's prostate.
"E-Easy for you to say..." Feliciano panted back, giving Arthur a bit of sass even during sex. Arthur was rather amused by this, and simply kept his focus on his fingers' work, trying to find that sweet spot inside Feliciano that would get him to stop fussing and start falling apart instead.
He found it not long after, watching as Feliciano's toes curled in the white stockings, his back arching up as Feliciano's hips gave a little buck. The Italian under him gave a muffled, but still desperate cry of bliss, and Arthur smirked in smug satisfaction. "Quiet down a bit, darling, or someone might hear you," he teased, watching in delight as Feliciano turned even redder and squirmed, shooting him a flustered but still put-out kind of look.
Feliciano glanced down, catching a good look at the thief's cock, and internally noted two things. One, he was going to have a lot of fun tonight. Two, the thief was apparently a natural blonde. Interesting.
Blond hair, green eyes, the shape of Grey's jaw and lips… Something about what he could see of the thief rung bells in Feliciano's head, and even his voice sounded familiar, but he was quickly distracted by another well-placed thrust of Grey's fingers.
Dio, he's good with his fingers, Feliciano thought in a brief daze, before he felt Grey's mouth leave his chest, the hand at his dress neckline letting go to instead rest on his hip. He watched with a lustful, half-lidded gaze as the thief between his legs grabbed his hips and lifted them very slightly- and then Feliciano felt Grey pressing into him, slowly, carefully, but smoothly.
Feliciano gave a low moan, and let go of the sheets to instead try and cling to the thief's suit- and to his delight, Grey leaned forward to accommodate him, wrapping one arm around Feliciano's waist while the other hand stayed on Feliciano's hip.
It was an oddly intimate position, but Feliciano wasn't thinking about that now, instead just wrapping his legs around Grey's hips and holding on tight, burying his nose into the thief's neck. Feliciano caught the scent of tea and roses, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what kind of tea- he preferred coffee, after all.
But he didn't linger on the scent long, instead just quivering and taking a few ragged breaths as he felt the other man fully hilted inside of him, filling him with pleasant warmth that made Feliciano give a low sigh of bliss, shutting his eyes and holding on a little tighter to the thief's body.
Feliciano gave a little gasp and then a moan as he felt Grey start thrusting, rocking their hips together over and over again. Once the thief settled into a rhythm, Feliciano felt each thrust striking his sweet spot and making him arch his back in bliss.
"More, more!" He gave little gasps and cries of ecstasy, moaning and panting, clinging tight to the man above him. Grey was strong and sturdy, the man's lips marking up his neck insistently but playfully, and Feliciano let him get away with it because dio it felt amazing.
(He could just wear a scarf tomorrow if he really needed to hide the marks.)
"I'll give you plenty, darling, be patient," Arthur teased, purposefully holding back and keeping his steady and moderate pace, only speeding up once he heard Feliciano give a needy and desperate moan, nails clawing a bit harder at the back of his coat.
Then, he really started to speed up, pumping his hips hard and not letting up, determined to really get his new partner worked up and weak with pleasure.
Feliciano could feel his own aching cock throbbing and aching between their bellies as Grey continued to thrust into him, and oh, every thrust made Feliciano's body sing with pleasure, the tip of his shaft dripping with precum more and more as they went on. His nails dragged again over Arthur's back, down, leaving tiny scratches on the back of Grey's suit as Feliciano's fingers kept moving over his back again and again.
He bucked his hips, meeting Grey's thrusts and unraveling beneath the thief, still in his dress and the thief still fully clothed- and they barely saw an inch of each other from the waist up but right now they just wanted to sate each other's lust and curiosity.
(Arthur was getting a very good look, however, at Feliciano's legs, and he was definitely appreciating the sight.)
It didn't take long for Feliciano's entire body to begin visibly quivering beneath Arthur's, and the thief smirked. "Don't tell me you're already close, darling," he purred, nibbling at the Italian's earlobe.
Feliciano turned a beautiful pink and whimpered, so desperately close that he was clinging to him a bit tighter. "I-It's- aah~! It's been a while-nngh…! S-So just don't stop-" he panted and demanded between moans and gasps of pleasure, his ankles locking tighter behind the thief's hips just to make sure he'd keep going, and not pull away.
Arthur smirked a bit more, feeling incredibly pleased with himself, and sped up, relishing the mewls he was getting out of the writhing Italian beneath him. Feliciano was so wonderfully vocal- oh, but he had to do something about that, or he'd get the whole house's attention.
"Hush, love, we don't want anyone getting worried about you," Arthur teased, before pressing his lips to Feliciano's and catching the moans into his mouth, the sounds effectively muffled as they shared kiss after passionate kiss. Feliciano was eager, returning the kisses enthusiastically, almost sweetly, and for the briefest of moments, Arthur felt curious as to how deep the other man's attraction to him ran.
But soon enough, he was right back in the moment, just enjoying himself, feeling Feliciano's soft lips beneath his and his arching, willing body moving in rhythm with his thrusts.
Despite how close Feliciano had seemed earlier, he held himself back, as long as he could. He relished and savored every last thrust against his prostate, shivering and moaning against Grey's lips, feeling his throbbing cock dripping precum onto his own belly, his dress hiked up around his hips and entirely ruffled. He could hear their clothes rustling against each other, and the sound of skin hitting skin with each thrust, and he felt the thief's powerful hold and warmth around him.
Grey felt himself getting dangerously close to the edge soon enough. Feliciano felt incredible around him, and Arthur was struggling not to lose it himself with how Feliciano's beautiful reactions were only sending more jolts of arousal right down to his already aching cock.
They barely lasted another minute before Feliciano's hips suddenly bucked, the Italian giving a sharp cry of bliss as he spilled streams of white seed all over his abdomen and dress in a rush of heat, but he didn't care right now about the mess because it would wash out.
And because, much more importantly, he had an unfairly attractive Phantom Thief inside him.
Arthur watched in smug satisfaction as he saw Feliciano climax beneath him, but he wouldn't last longer himself, because god did Feliciano get tighter around him when he came. A few more shallow thrusts and Arthur was climaxing too, and Feliciano could feel how the thief's body tensed and shuddered as he released, giving a low moan of his own.
/
They were silent for a minute, just panting and catching their breaths, Feliciano still clinging tightly to Grey before his grip eventually loosened. "Messy, aren't you?" Arthur teased, noting the streaks of white on Feliciano's body and his dress, and Feliciano turned scarlet.
"Your fault," Feliciano was quick to retort, before shivering and giving a soft inhale as Grey pulled out of him. "Ah…"
Arthur was quick to clean himself up and straighten out his clothes, before leaning down over Feliciano and kissing his cheek. "Thanks for the fun, Feliciano."
Feliciano was the perfect picture of post-coital bliss, still spread over the sheets with his chest heaving, face and body flushed a cute pink, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction. His dress was still a rumpled mess from their fun, his stockings a little ruffled, and even Arthur's outfit had gotten disheveled (not that he didn't quickly fix himself up).
But with that, Arthur pulled away and slipped off the bed, stepping towards the door.
"Leaving just like that, then?" Feliciano murmured playfully, looking wonderfully pleased and sated, a small smile on his lips. He wasn't surprised Grey was leaving, although he was a bit disappointed. He was the type who liked to cuddle after sex and enjoy some flirting and pillowtalk, but he'd be silly to expect anything like that from an elusive and mysterious Phantom Thief.
"I should head off for now. I've things to take care of," he said, before giving Feliciano a little bow. Feliciano sat up, adjusting his dress to cover up his legs (a pity, Arthur thought, his legs looked fantastic), and caught his breath, before saying something.
"What was… this?"
"A bit of fun, that's all. Hopefully you enjoyed yourself? Most do."
Feliciano suddenly looked irritated, the blissful expression gone in a moment. "Do you make a habit of bedding everyone you steal from?"
Grey's smile was wicked.
"Why? Don't tell me you're jealous." To be fair, Arthur in fact did not do this often- not as Grey, anyway. This was the thief's first escapade, but not Arthur's. But Feliciano didn't know that!
"Who would be jealous? You're just a thief!" Feliciano quickly responded, cheeks burning.
"A thief you let fuck you, darling."
Feliciano was mortified and fuming, and chucked a cushion at the thief, who simply stepped aside to avoid it with a little chuckle.
Why hadn't he punched him when he had the chance? He should have punched him. And torn off that mask, while he was at it. And stunned him. And used a few hexes.
But no, he'd just had to give in to seduction and let the thief get away to steal another day.
...he could still throw a hex at him, Feliciano thought, and he raised a glowing hand, making Arthur laugh and step back.
"Now, now, no need for that. I'm on my way out- and I was teasing. Truly though, it was a pleasure. I'm rather glad- if I had to choose anyone to take a risky gamble with, it would be you. Take better care of that heart, Feliciano," Arthur said, stepping out onto the balcony, and then the railing.
Feliciano turned a bright pink. So was he really the only one Grey had seduced like this?
But was Grey lying?
"You still haven't given it back yet," Feliciano said after a moment with a sigh, melodramatic and almost playful as he played with the golden egg hanging around his neck.
Grey turned and raised an eyebrow, not that the mask let it be visible. "Haven't I?"
Feliciano remained silent, and it dawned on the thief.
Arthur gave an exaggerated sigh, clearly just putting on a show. "Oh, darling, you really should be careful with hearts. If you let someone steal it, they might break it, you know."
Feliciano huffed and looked away. "Blame the thief, not the owner."
Arthur only smiled slightly before giving a spin in his cape, and vanishing.
Feliciano stared into the empty night sky for a few moments, before he set to cleaning himself up.
The radio was still on, playing classical music, his treasure was back around his neck, and the white rose remained on his vanity in its little vase.
Feliciano gave it a bit more water.
Feliciano showed his grandfather the egg when morning came, and his grandfather checked the contents immediately to be sure the gem was still safe.
It was definitely the real Golden Heart- so Phantom Thief Grey had returned it, after all.
But since the whole fiasco had let the entire world know that Feliciano wore it around his neck, Romulus decided it would be better to hide the gem away somewhere else.
Feliciano sighed, feeling the familiar weight around his neck gone. Romulus noticed his grandson's disappointment and discomfort, and rubbed at his chin with a hum.
"What is it, nonno?"
"Well… I know it wasn't your fault the gem got stolen. I should've told you about it," Romulus said. "So, if you'd like, we can get you something else to wear."
Feliciano tilted his head curiously.
"Go pick a gem from the gem room- but you know what to do if someone asks where you got it."
"Aheh, si. I bought it from a private collector." Feliciano had learned not to question the gem collection by now, although he had a very strong suspicion about where they all came from.
"Good boy," Romulus praised with a laugh, ruffling up his grandson's hair.
Feliciano was delighted, and quick to dart into the gem room, and once there, he perused all the jewels until a thought hit him.
I wonder which one Grey would come after…
Feliciano smiled slyly and picked a large emerald to wear around his neck, the gem nestled right into the little dip between his collarbones on a silver choker.
What better bait for a gem thief, after all?
