Disclaimer: I do not own 'Gangsta'.

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Usually whenever Worick buys a packet of cheap cigarettes Granny hands them over immediately and it takes 5 seconds to have them in the palm of his hand. Although currently the packet of cigarettes was being ruthlessly whacked against his skull. Why that is? He doesn't know. For a fleeting moment he thought she'd finally gone off her rocker.

"Ow! Ow! Granny stop! What did I do!? What did I do!?" Worick cried as the assault continued until it was shoved into his mouth and he was staring down the old lady's beady grey eyes. Methinks he's in some real shit.

"I ain't letting you go until you tell me why I didn't know you had a crush on a certain blonde twilight?"

Suddenly Worick felt like he desperately wanted to dig and hole and jump in it.

"Going by the name Delico?" He could really go for a meteor falling from the sky right about now.

"I found out you were gay from the prostitute, ruining my buisness. On a scale from one to twenty how ticked off do you think I am?" He could even faint, but she'd probably castrate him if he did.

"Thwirtwy?" Worick meekly replied through the cigarette box.

"You bet your ass I'm thirty!" somehow he thought she meant it in another way but he wasn't suicidal enough to ask. "And don't go thinking otherwise." Ripping the box from his mouth she flicked him once on the forehead and flung him his cigarettes. "If I find out you're hiding anything this juicy from me again, I'll cut off your cigarette supply and only get the real expensive ones."

Worick let out a mewling wail.

"Awe, Granny don't be like that! I'm sorrrrry." After minutes of pleading for forgiveness she finally gives in and threatens him again with the cigarettes. During the scuffle Worick found out some...rather unsettling skin-crawling news.

Everyone. And he does mean everyone in Ergastulum knows about his crush. Oh God. Oh Jesus Joseph Mary. Oh fuck. Oh fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck! When he finds out who the asshat that blew the whistle on his crush is hell will be rained down on earth.

Slamming the door to his and Nic's apartment closed the blonde lit a cigarette and crashed onto the sofa. Letting his legs sprawl out and fling his head back.

"Dammit! Oh fuck-shit-fuck does Delico know!?" Worick shouted out loud. With that thought, his whole world came crashing down and it felt like ice was just poured down his back. Jumping up to his feet the man kicked the sofa and instantly a loud crack echoed the room.

"FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

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'You're an idiot.' Nic signed to him as Dr. Theo wrapped his dislocated toe with bandages. 'Just because your undying love for Delico was revealed to the entire city

Oh he just knows the bastard it sadistically enjoying the show, 'doesn't mean you had to take your anger out on the couch.' Worick glared at his friend and immediately pointed out.

"You're wearing my shirt." Nic pretended like he hadn't read his lips and started poking Nina's cheek. Said girl was sitting on top of his lap grinning like a maniac at Worick.

"I always knew something was different about you, Worrick! But I never would have thought you were ga-" In an instant Worick flung himself across the three meter distance separating them and shoved his hand over her mouth.

"Ex-nay on the gay-ay." Whispered Worick and shoved a thumb over his shoulder to a currently sleeping Delico. She rolled her eyes and every so gently shoved him at a certain angle making his delicate toe flare up in pain. Howling profanities that would make women cry he was propelled onto an empty bed and threatened with a needle by Dr. Theo.

He doesn't even want to know what's inside that needle.

"If you ever swear like that in front of Nina again I will shove this so high up your ass your mother will feel it." Worick sweat dropped and nodded jerkily.

"Yes, sir!" he risked a glance at Nina and winced. The poor girl looked like she had discovered the secrets to the universe. Turning his head on the pillow Worick froze at seeing Delico sound asleep on the bed next to him.

Literally one meter apart.

One. Innocent. Meter.

It took his breath away to see how peaceful and angelic Delico's face looked. Soft hard jaw, long black eyelashes and the somewhat roguish hair covering one of his eyes. It was all so heartwarming until he noticed the faintest blood drops on the sheets near his patched up shoulder.

BANG!

Worick waited for the pain of a bullet but felt nothing except a body with a familiar bark scent landed against his chest. On instinct his arms wrapped around the body and when he looked down everything stopped. Delico was staring up at him with surprised blue and gold eyes. Mouth parted in a silent question. Why? Why did he do that? It was supposed to be him to get shot not Delico!

Why?

Blinking twice Worick shook his head to clear the depressing memory.

"It'll take six weeks to heal." Dr. Theo suddenly came into view with a stern expression. "Keep off that toe, Worick. Or I'll personally -"

"Shove a needle up my ass I get it, I get it. No need to worry about me Doc." The Doctor smirked.

"Actually I had in mind that I'd make sure to tell Delico all about your little escapades with some of my patients. "

"-I'll stay off the toe!"

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Weeks passed and Delico had some rather unusual conversations with his co-workers. Everyone somehow mentioned Worick in one way or another, declaring how devilishly handsome he is and the toning of his muscles. Most of the time he was asked on his input with the matter. And most of the time he walked away from the conversation worrying about their mental health.

Or if they just had the hot's for the man.

It wouldn't surprise him if it were both actually. After all this is Ergastulum.

What particularly made him worry though was how said Handy Man seemed to be…avoiding him. No, this was not paranoia. He can count on both his hands the amount of times he's seen Worick walk the opposite way whenever spotting his person. For some unknown reason it sent his stomach into aggravated flips. And it was pissing him off. Last time he was so close to actually running after the man and demanding an explanation for the uncharacteristic turn of events.

But that would be unorthodox. He'll just wait for Worick to state what's got him feeling so awkward around him.

"So…what do you think about Woric-"

"I swear Yang if you even say the rest of his name I will throw you off of this roof. I've had enough people pestering me about that damned man to last me a lifetime. And considering the average death of a Twilight is thirty and I'm twenty-four. That says a lot." Delico threatened one afternoon as they were doing their regular rounds about the mansion.

"Whoa, okay." Yang held up his hands in surrender at seeing what he thought was dark steam radiating off of his friend. "Okay, I won't say his name." Delico sighed in relief.

"…You know that eye-patch Handy Man has some muscles, don't ya' think Delico?" Yang nudged him with his elbow and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Delico's eyebrow convulsed and he turned an icey cold glare on his friend.

"Umm, Deli…? Heh…Buddy?" Suddenly he was on the edge of the rooftop being held up by Delico gripping the end of his suit with a death glare. "SON OF A BIIIIITCH!"

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