A/N: So, everyone is having babies it seems...you'll see what I mean later. Warning: there is a rape in this! You have been warned! I've also marked off the smut scene with / marks. JIC. Enjoy~
Flashing a glance at her watch, Elizabeta checked the time. Eleven p.m. sounds about right for people to start pouring in. She sat at her usual table, wearing a little black dress and sipping at a Long Island iced tea. A slim, olive skinned woman, looking about the age of eighteen, slinked over to her table. She would glance around suspiciously, checking for people noticing her. She was wearing a trench coat that was cinched tightly around the waist and had a small wristlet, black and outlined with lace. She sat down and smiled.
"Ciao, I'm Cherry." She stated excitedly. Elizabeta arched an eyebrow, smiling lopsidedly.
"Is that your real name?" She teased. Cherry thought for a second before honestly shaking her head no. "So, what would you prefer?" Elizabeta asked boredly. Cherry leaned forward, dropping her voice.
"I know you have Signore Vargas here." She whispered. Elizabeta snorted.
"It wasn't a secret, sweetheart. At least to the people who come here it isn't, they usually find out that he's here." Elizabeta laughed. Cherry blushed lightly.
"I-Is he here today?" She peered down at her shoes, suddenly becoming embarrassed. Elizabeta smiled wryly.
"Why? Would you like him?" She chortled. Cherry's blush deepened. She nodded stiffly.
"Can I also have the mafia room? Per favore?" She whispered. Elizabeta smiled toothily.
"Sure. He should actually be in there already. I'll page him just in case." She clicked a button on her pager as Cherry set a stack of bills on the table.
"Second floor, the door is oak and should say "Mafia Room" on it." She pointed to the elevator. Cherry thanked her, tightening the belt around her trench coat and wobbling slightly on her stilettos. Elizabeta watched her, a tingly feeling settling in her gut. This girl should leave pleased.
Cherry took a deep breath as the elevator took her up. Her real name is Chiara Mancini. Nobody is allowed to know that because her father was a big time Mafioso who got busted for drug dealing and assisting a homicide. He should be out in a few days, so she has to work quick. She smiled lightly as memories flooded her mind. She was fifteen when her father took her to the house of his boss, Signore Lovino Vargas. She remembers laughing because her father, a slim man in his late forties, had to take orders from this boy that was only a couple years older than herself. Ever since that day, she's had a big school girl crush on her father's boss. She swore to her self that when she turned eighteen that she would daresay "tap that". Considering today is her eighteenth birthday, this is her present to herself. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out, planting her feet firmly considering these stilettos are three inches and she does not want to bust her face open. She walked down the large walkway until she found the door signed "Mafia Room." She sighed, gathering her strength and popping open her wristlet to pull out a black eye mask, trimmed in lace and check herself in the mirror. Just because it's been a couple of years since she's seen Lovino, he still might recognize her and he has more morals than most so he would totally turn her down if he knew who she was. She also plans on joining in after her father, so it might help to go unnoticed. She pulled her trench coat off, revealing a black mini dress, trimmed in red lace like the rest of her. She pulled it down to cover the Cosa Nostra tattoo she's had since fourteen. Breathing deeply, she turned the knob and walked into the room.
The room was like a big office. There was a bookshelf on the left, stuffed with random books. There was a giant desk in the middle, which is where Lovino currently sat with a glass of scotch. In front of the desk were two single chairs, used for interrogation and the like. She gazed at Lovino, who didn't notice her come in. He was just as handsome as when she first met him and she swears that her knees just went wobbly. She cleared her throat to release her voice, it coming out smooth and sultrily how she wanted.
"Buona Sera, Capo." She flashed him a smile as he looked up from his book to her. He smiled at her, his teeth practically sparkling in her eyes. She stared right into his eyes, the green glimmering at her and she had to stop her brain from melting.
"Buona Sera, Dolcezza. Have a seat." He pointed to a chair, which she instantly strutted over to. His voice was just how she remembered it, except huskier and smoother. She sat down and crossed her legs. He stood and walked around to the front of the desk, leaning on it in front of her chair. He studied her for a minute, eyes scaling her features. She watched him, growing more nervous with each passing second. He leaned forward, delicately grasping the edge of her mask before lifting it to reveal her full face. She blushed significantly, her eyes searching his for a reaction. He smirked at her, eyes practically dancing.
"My, my. You don't look a day over seventeen, Chiara." He chortled. Her blush deepened and she huffed.
"How'd you know?" She pouted. He chuckled.
"There's a reason that I'm twenty-three and not dead. Why are you here?" He replied. Her blush burned crimson when confronted with such a question. Knowing him, he just wants to hear her say it.
"I want you to treat me like your bitch." She stated bluntly. His cheeks turned pink at her statement. He definitely didn't expect that.
"Scusami?" He asked hesitantly. She looked straight into his eyes.
"I'm not fifteen anymore. I'm an adult now." She crossed her arms over her chest. He gaped at her.
"Chiara, there is no way in hell that I'm going to have sex with you, much less treat you like a hussy." He stated firmly. She huffed again, looking away to come up with an idea. Her mother always said that if she acted like a child, she'd be treated like a child. With that being said...
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"Fine. But you're missing out." She uncrossed her legs slowly, making a show of it. He may be the prostitute, but she won't lie, she's a bit thirsty. She stood, slowly and sexy. "I have...filled out over the years. I'm practically a woman now." She pressed her body against his, trailing her hands up his torso. His blush returned, and before he could protest, she pulled him down by his tie and slammed her lips roughly onto his. At first, he was hesitant to kiss back, but soon fell into it, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. She wasn't expecting that after he had blatantly told her no, but she wrapped her arms 'round his neck anyway and slung a leg around his hip, her knee pressed on top of the desk. He drug his hands from the hem of her dress up, causing a draft to waft between her legs. She released for air first.
"I take it you've changed your mind?" She asked hopefully.
"Your father will be pissed." He stated bluntly. She shrugged.
"My father is in prison."
"Since you put it that way," He pushed her onto her knees, her legs already shaking so it wasn't hard to force her. "let's see how good of a bitch you can be." He reached down to unzip his trousers, freeing himself. She reached up and pulled his pants around his knees, boxers following. Hesitantly, she touched his length, feeling it pulse and throb in her hand.
"You're not a virgin, are you?" He asked suspiciously. She shook her head, sliding her hand and grasping it at the base before placing her lips on the tip. She took the whole length past her lips, tongue licking and sliding around it. Lovino groaned, tangling his fingers into her hair. She took that as encouragement, bobbing and dipping her head quickly. He leaned back against the desk again before he tightened his hold in her hair and started using her throat for his own pleasure. She loosened her throat, allowing him to throat fuck her and every so often, she would moan around him. Seconds before climax, he pushed her down, forcing her to take him straight before he came down her throat. He released her hair and she let him flop out of her mouth. Feeling his breath return back to normal, he grabbed her hair again and raised her up, slamming her front first on the desk. She held herself up by her arms and he pressed himself flush against her. She eyes closed half-mast as he slid his hands up her dress again, the fabric pulling up with his movements. He reached her chest and firmly grasped her bust.
"You're not wearing a bra. Desperate, are we?" He breathed in her ear, squeezing her chest roughly. She gasped, unconsciously pushing herself against his groin. He let go and tugged the dress over her head, tossing it onto the floor. His hands found her breasts again, kneading and squeezing them forcefully. She moaned, rubbing her backside against his groin in a silent form of pleading. He leaned in and latched onto the soft skin of her neck, sucking harshly and leaving a purple hickey against her skin. He reached back to pull her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles. Without warning, he slammed his hips into hers, the desk screeching against the floor in reply to his force. She practically screamed as he thrust into her mercifully, his hands sliding in between her thighs to pull her back against him. The sound of their sweat slicked skin slapped into each other was almost drowned out by their harsh moans and the scraping of the desk against the floor. It would surely leave marks. Chiara's arms couldn't hold them up anymore and she flopped onto the desk. It didn't last long because as soon as she dropped he flipped her over and pressed her back against the desk. Her shoulder blades dug into the wood of the desk, causing them to ache, not that she noticed. Lost in the moment, she changed their position again by pushing Lovino out of her and into the adjacent chair. She quickly followed him and slammed their hips together, riding him hard and fast. His hands gripped her hips, leaving marks that will surely leave bruises in the morning. Her nails scratched his back, lining his skin with red, angry marks.
"God, Lovino, I'm so close!" She groaned, pushing down hastily, bouncing in his lap. He leaned down and suckled the skin of her breast, leaving a mark before nipping at it harshly. She threw her head back, eyes rolling into the back of her head. He reached down between them, running his finger between her legs. She screamed, reaching her climax and clenching her legs around his waist. Her lips were set into a silent "o" shape, no sound making it's way out. Lovino groaned, her muscles squeezing when she clenched her legs and he climaxed under her. She flopped against his chest, chest heaving and face burning scarlet. He leaned back against the backing of the chair, muscles like jello.
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"Was it how you imagined it?" He panted. She laughed breathy.
"Way better than what I imagined." Chiara finally caught her breath, shakily reaching down to grab her panties. She got off of his lap, his placid length exiting her. Tugging on her panties, she pulled on her dress and decided to carry her shoes. She did not trust walking in them in her current state. Lovino pulled his pants on tiredly, his back finally starting to feel the sting of the scratches.
"I see you still have that tattoo. When did you plan on joining me?" He asked teasingly, his eyes shimmering with amusement. She smiled at him.
"After I finish college. Io prometto." She raised her right hand. He chuckled, taking her hand and kissing the knuckle.
"Don't get mugged on your way home." He said. She laughed.
"I'll try." She kissed his cheek, grabbing her coat and wristlet. "Be safe, Lovi." Smiling, she walked over to the door and left the room. Lovino stared at the door for a while before shaking his head with a soft smile on his face.
"Hey, Feli?" Caterina called from the comfort of his bed. She had built a pillow fort and was now shrouded in fluffy pillows.
"Si?" He responded, turning to her from his vanity. She popped up from behind a pillow, flopping on top of it to look at Feliciano.
"Why do boys have that thingy flopping between their legs and girls have a hole thingy?" She asked, eyes sparkling with honesty. He sputtered a little bit. He never planned to have this talk,...ever.
"Um, that's just how God made them so they can love each other and have babies." He glanced around the room, like the answer would appear through the walls. She hummed in thought.
"My mommy said that moms and dads that love each other make love and have babies too. How do you have babies?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows. He turned back to his mirror, cheeks flushing in mortification.
"I don't have babies. I don't have lady parts, we've talked about this." He adjusted his bangs, watching her from the mirror.
"So, how do you and daddy make love if you have boy parts too?" She bore her eyes into where he was sitting, and he choked on his own spit.
"Look, sweetie, when two people love each other, they find ways to make love. People don't only make love to have babies, they also do it to let each other know that they love each other." He stood and crouched in front of her.
"Do you and daddy make love? You do love each other, right?"
"Yes, we do love each other. Why are you so wrapped up in making sure we love each other?" He furrowed his eyebrows, searching her eyes and finding a small spark of sadness in them.
"When my mommy would be with other guys besides my daddy, he would look so sad. I think he missed my mommy. I don't want my daddy to be sad anymore, so maybe if he loves you and you love him, he won't be sad." She stated as a single tear fell from her eye. He gazed at the deepness that just flowed from this little girl.
Is this why they've never really made love? Is he afraid to get close? Is he afraid to get hurt again? Come to think of it, they never really tell each other that they love each other. Sure, they have, but not often. All these thoughts raced through Feliciano's mind, but were pushed back when somebody knocked on his door.
"Come in." He never looked away from Caterina. Lovino entered the room, looking terribly tired.
"Gattina, your mom is here to take you with her. Do you have all of your stuff?" He helped her out of the pillow fort, setting her on the ground.
"Si, babbo. I'm ready." She grabbed her bag, and walked over to Feliciano. "Bye, Feli." She pulled him into a hug, which he returned gently. She walked over to Lovino, grasping his hand and they left the room. Feliciano plopped onto the bed, the pillows falling over and some of them flopping off. He twiddled his fingers, looking deep in thought.
"Hey." A voice startled him, and he looked up with wide eyes.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't hear you come in." He sputtered. Lovino smiled tiredly.
"You're always lost in your own head. What were you thinking about?" He crashed onto the bed, next to Feliciano. Feliciano fussed with his sparkled purple shorts, pulling off a few sequins.
"Your daughter told me some things." He said quietly. Lovino tensed.
"...What things?" He hesitated.
"About what she noticed when you and Angel broke up. She said that you always looked so sad. That's okay, though. Wanna know why?" He grasped Lovino's hand.
"Why?"
"'Cause I love you. Got it?" He arched an eyebrow, a playful smile lighting up his face.
"Yeah, I got it. Love you too." His eyes closed slightly. Feliciano giggled, musing up Lovino's hair.
"Go to sleep. I won't be up shortly." He got off of the bed, and pecked Lovino's temple. Lovino nodded, rolling onto his side and drifting off to sleep. Feliciano sighed before flicking off the light and walking down to the stage.
Feliciano bowed at the many men and women clapping from the audience. He always like the stage because the spotlight is his best friend. He hopped off, sitting in a chair next to Elizabeta at her usual table.
"You did great up there kid." She passed him a glass full of some type of alcohol which he glanced at before downing it. She laughed and poured him another.
"Thanks. Who's up next?" He downed that glass as well, slamming it on the table.
"Liane. She's making a shoutout." Elizabeta looked up at the ceiling. Feliciano looked up too, feeling curious. Glitter rained from the ceiling, causing everyone to look up and gaze. A bar, like the kind acrobats use, was being let down slowly, and a woman was sitting upon it.
"A shoutout to what? Moulin Rouge?" He stated, feeling mesmerized as the instrumental music from "Sparkling Diamonds" started playing in the background. The bar started swinging around slowly and Liane dropped bright red rose petals from her bar as it swung around.
"Exactly." Elizabeta filled his glass again, watching him down it again. Liane was wearing a green and black tuxedo, complete with coattails and a top hat. The pants were green with a black stripe on the sides as was the jacket. The shirt and hat were black. A man through his tie up to her, which she caught and blew a kiss his way. She tipped her hat to anyone and everyone who raised their hands to touch her, her bar just raised out of their reach.
"She's putting her own spin on it. How cheeky." Feliciano slurred slightly, getting up abruptly out of his chair. He lost his footing slightly, leaning on the table for help. "Dio mio, what did you give me?" He breathed. Elizabeta smiled lightly, amused at the boy.
"Nothing too strong."
"Everything stronger than wine is too strong for me. I don't drink much, you know." He stood straight again, swaying slightly.
"Go and take a shower, it might sober you up." She said. "However, the elevator is acting up, so you might have to use the stairs." He waved her off.
"I'll brave the elevator. If it shuts down, then maybe I'll have a panic attack and sober up." His accent and slurs made the sentence barely understandable, but Elizabeta got the gist.
"Okay, but don't come crying to me if it stops." She chortled. He laughed sarcastically, swaying his way over to the elevator and walking in, pushing the button to the top floor. He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he choked down the sudden wave of nausea. Suddenly, the elevator jerked and groaned before halting completely. He sighed and looked at the number, seeing that they were just under his floor. A hand snaked it's way around his waist, pulling him sharply and a few fingers were shoved into his mouth, keeping him from screaming.
"Ciao, bello. I've been watching you and I must comment on how charming you are." A deep, husky voice growled in his ear and his eyes widened. He hadn't even noticed that somebody was in here with him. He jerked his torso in different directions, deeming it futile after minutes of useless struggling. He whined against the fingers. "What's it like having sex with my boss, frocetto? I'm sure he treats you well, eh?" The man stroked his cheek, wiping away a stray tear. Feliciano bit his fingers; the reaction being a slap to the face after he pulled his fingers out. Feliciano dropped to the tile, holding his cheek.
"What do you want with me!?" He screamed, earning him a kick to the ribs. He cried in agony, rolling onto his stomach to protect his body. The man dropped on top of him, crushing Feliciano with his much heavier weight. If he wasn't sober before, he sure as well is now. He cried in pain, the air being sucked out of him.
"You're just so cute and breakable. You'll be a message to my dear Capo, va bene?" Feliciano heard the sound of a belt buckle jiggling and instantly went into panic mode.
"No, wait! Please, don't!" He pleaded, struggling under the man, but it just made his ribs ache more. The man tugged Feliciano's shorts down. Tears stream down his cheeks as he bit his lip. He did not want to be hit again. Searing pain flushed through his backside, and he barely heard the man's feral grunts over the pounding in his ears. Now, he's just some fucked-up statistic. A victim. The skin of his thighs slipped up and down the floor roughly, following the man's thrusts.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Feliciano whispered, choking on his own tears. He felt warm fluid running down his thighs, and the spark in his eyes dulled out.
"I want you to be a carrier pigeon. Tell your boyfriend that Damien did this to you. That's it. Nothing more, understand?" He grunted. Feliciano's throat tightened, releasing no sounds. A hand struck him again, the same cheek as before. "I said do you understand!" He yelled. Feliciano flinched, squeaking.
"Yes, yes, I understand." He murmured. Damien sneered in his ear.
"Buono." He groaned as he hit his climax, his thrusts halting. He got up, and the elevator finally started moving again. Feliciano groaned when he felt the movement of the elevator, finding it terribly ironic. Damien pulled him roughly off of the floor, his legs shaking and his ass burning. Damien had already adjusted himself, and when the doors slid open, he pushed Feliciano out. "Ciao, bellissimo." He winked and twiddled his fingers in a sort of wave, smiling viciously. Feliciano looked down the hallway, thankfully finding nobody else there. He shakily walked down to his room, silent tears escaping down his face. He opened the door, finding Lovino exactly where he left him. Wiping his face, he crawled onto the bed next to Lovino and sat on his knees. Damien took his shorts. He pushed on Lovino's shoulder lightly.
"L-Lovi? Wake up." He called softly, noticing Lovino groan and roll onto his back. He looked up at Feliciano, eyes bleary.
"Hey Feli." He noticed the darker spots on Feliciano's thighs, the darkness keeping them slightly hidden. Lovino got up, flicking the light on. His eyes widened when he saw the drying blood and bruising. "W-Who did this to you?" He asked, racing over to examine Feliciano.
"Oh, it's not important." He messed with his hair nervously. Lovino entrapped him with a stern, serious look.
"Who did this to you?" Feliciano never got to see the mafia side of Lovino, but he's pretty sure this is what it looks like.
"He said his name was Damien. He told me to tell you his name and nothing more." Feliciano sputtered. Lovino walked into the bathroom, retrieving the first aid box. Feliciano flinched as a bang emitted from the bathroom.
"That sick, twisted son of a bitch!" Lovino yelled aggressively. Feliciano squeaked.
"Lovi, calm down!" He urged. Lovino came back into the room, red faced.
"Sorry, it's just like that piece of shit to do something like this." He popped the box open, sitting next to Feliciano. "Open your legs." He commanded softly. Feliciano blushed, sliding his legs open shyly. Lovino examined his lover closely, his eyes glossing over with tears. Bruises blossomed all around Feliciano's thighs and the blood finally dried. Lovino cleansed the cuts and rips, the stinging causing Feliciano to hiss. "I'm so sorry." He whispered, a single tear passing his barriers. Feliciano snapped his head up.
"No, no. This isn't your fault." He laughed bitterly. "It was bound to happen someday."
"Not to you. Anyone but you. I told myself when we became committed that I would protect you. You don't realize how angry this makes me. How pathetic I feel for not being there to stop this. It makes me sick." He gently cleaned the crusted blood, and Feliciano watched him, becoming amazed at how quiet and calm Lovino was.
"What are you thinking about?" He whispered. Lovino sighed.
"Nothing. There, you're cleaned up. Go and take an actual shower while I make a quick phone call." He closed the box. Feliciano placed his hand over Lovino's.
"Don't do anything rash." He stated. He got up and hesitantly walked into the adjacent bathroom. Lovino sighed, pulling out his cell phone. Dialing a particular number, he waited patiently for the person to answer, noticing the shower being turned on.
"Che c'e? This is Damien." A deep voice answered. Lovino choked down the sudden anger he felt.
"Your ass, my office, thirty minutes." He stated authoritatively. Damien huffed.
"You know, you always call at the worst times."
"Be there or I will personally make you somebody's prison bitch. Ciao." He clicked end, shoving the phone into his pocket. Grabbing his keys, and his fedora, he opened the bathroom door.
"I'll be back soon. Stay here." He shouted over the pressurized shower water. After hearing a muffled "okay" from Feliciano, he walked out of the room and down the stairs to his car.
"Hey, mom, can I borrow twenty bucks?" A male voice sounded through Elizabeta's office, though it didn't faze her in the slightest.
"No." She said simply. The boy groaned.
"Mooooooom!" The voice was changed into a whiny sound. Elizabeta didn't even flinch as she filled out new paperwork.
"Nope." She replied.
"But mummy!" He faked a British accent, forcing huge puppy dog eyes. Elizabeta glanced up at him boredly.
"I said no, Nikolaus. Stop asking." She turned back to the paper, feeling an arm wrap around her shoulders. She groaned, angrily dropping the pen on the desk.
"You know, you've always been my favorite parent." He cooed lovingly. She rolled her eyes.
"You're just like Gilbert." She sighed, rubbing at her temples. With his platinum blond hair and cocky demeanor, he could pass as a mini Gilbert. He got her skin-tone and beautiful eye color, so that was a plus.
"Isn't that why you love me, though?" He teased, and she elbowed him in the ribs. Grasping her purse, she grumbled as she pulled out twenty euros.
"Go and make yourself useful." He took the money, kissing his mom on the cheek before walking out of the office. "And call your father, he misses you!" She shouted after him, realizing that she was probably being ignored.
Liane walked out of her room, as she was paged to go to the BDSM Room. Sighing, she started toward the elevator only to hear sobbing from one of the adjacent rooms. Being curious, and a tad nosy, she stopped and pressed her ear to the door. It sounded like somebody was on the phone, and seeing as this was Feliciano's room, it would seem that he was on the phone.
"But Lovi, I don't want you to get hurt!...No, it's not okay! What if you die!?...It is a possibility!...But-...Fine. I love you...Bye."
She blinked in surprise. He sounded so distraught and stressed out. Knocking on the door, she waited for him to answer. He opened the door warily, eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying.
"Hey Feli, is everything okay?" She asked cautiously. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, abruptly feeling the sudden headache and fatigue of crying so much.
"Yeah, everything's just peachy. Look, Liane, I'm rather tired. Can we talk about this some other time?" He asked, sounding as tired and upset as he looked. She nodded, eyeing him from her spot.
"Yeah, I have to get going anyways. I hope you feel better." She turned and walked to the elevator, hoping to God that it didn't break down on her. She wondered if he would be okay.
A/N: So, Chiara is my OC, just in case anyone was confused. Liane is the name I gave Nyo!Germany.
Translations:
Signore - Mister
Per favore - Please
Buona Sera - Good evening
Capo - Boss
Dolcezza - Sweetheart
Scusami - 'Scuse me
Io prometto - I promise
Dio mio - My god
Frocetto - fairy
Va bene - alright
Buono - good
Bellissimo - gorgeous
Che c'e - What's up or What is it
