Romano charged into his room. His face was flushed. He was embarrassed, humiliated, mortified! Antonio just kissed him! Antonio! KISSED HIM! The worst part was Romano just stood there. No kissing back. Not even a push. Just standing there while his mouth was taken advantage of.
"GODDAMNIT!" He shouted, kicking over the trash can, thrashing his limbs everywhere. "How can that idiot just do-" He paused at the word and blushes darker if possible. "THAT! And just fucking leave! Who the hell taught him manners!" Romano was so anger he was about to tare the room up more but there was another voice.
"You should really be quieter," A smooth, French voice called. "Someone might hear you." Romano Whipped around and saw Francis in the door way. He wore a solemn face with his long hair tied back in a messy ponytail. The Italian could have sworn on any other day the Frenchman was there to rape him. But no. Today was a different day.
Francis' signature playful smirk wasn't there and his tone was solid, not light and airy as it is normally. It frightened Romano to see him like this. "W-What are you doing here?" He asked Francis ignored him.
"You know Romano…" Francis said softly. "Antonio… He wasn't always like this. He was never stern. Even when he was in trouble he just had a happy smile on his face…" He sighed, still looking around the room as if he was talking to a spirit. "His father was the same way. His father, a great man, was so kind to his son… The only son his gold digging wife would give him. Raul Fernández Carriedo gave his wife Isabella everything. He loved her dearly. She loved his money."
At first their love was genuine. It was beautiful, really. Isabella fell in love with the funny, cheery and ever so loving Raul when they were very young. They were sweethearts in kindergarten and all throughout school. Though something changed when adolescence washed over them. Isabella became a spoiled beauty. Thick, curly brown hair extended down to her waist with deep sapphires for eyes, lined with a collection of freckles over her nose and upper cheeks. To top it all off, a seductive smile that could kill.
Along with the new looks, Isabella gained a new sense of power and acquired a new, more expensive taste. She knew Raul's family could afford it and she took complete advantage. With her seductive powers she got everything from Tiffany jewelry to Juicy couture hand bags. She was so engulfed in herself and her shiny new toys, she feel out of love with Raul.
Though his love still burned bright. Right after they graduated Raul proposed. The ring was big enough so she accepted it. It took them eight years to finally have Antonio. The boy was a hybrid of the two. With her hair and his eyes he was a perfect mix. Raul was so delighted to have Antonio; Isabella was not keen on being a mother. She often left him with a nanny, maid, or simply alone in his crib.
Antonio came out just like his father in personality. He was a smiley idiot. He was so full of life and had an amazing smile that you just had to smile back at. Everything wasn't perfect but had a nice little order that suited all three of them. Until Raul was found dead on one of his docks. At the age of 16 Antonio was appointed boss of the Fernández Carriedo business.
At first he tried with all his heart to be the kind happy person he once was. He tried being merciful. It all lead to the company weakening, and so was his will. With more and more lives lost his heart became darker. His smile only showed itself around Gilbert and Francis. He stopped caring what happened to any of his men outside of his inner circle. Said circle being very small.
"He was actually become crueler with his punishments. He was…..Snapping…." Francis said with a distant voice. Romano could only stare at the Frenchman. So much information to soak up at once. Then the news that Antonio is probably mentally unstable. Yeah, that made Romano feel very good about staying there.
"That is… Until you came Romano," Francis continued, finally looking up at the slightly scared Italian. "You made him smile again. You've made him cheerful again." Francis closed in on Romano, making sure there isn't much space between them. "I'm not sure what you're doing… But if you do anything to hurt him, I will make sure your body is no found. Oui?"
"T-The fuck are you talking about? I-I'm not doing anything!" Romano argued. These people are all fucking crazy!
Francis rolled is blue eyes. "I feel like I am back in Middle school! Antonio likes you. I don't know why. I don't know what you promised him. But if he gets hurt, you'll be hurt worse. Got. It?" Romano nodded quickly, wanting nothing more than for Francis to leave him be.
He did. The blonde stepped back from Romano. He glared at the boy then left him. Romano left like he couldn't breathe. He just got yelled at because of something he had no idea he was doing. It was all so confusing. Not the fact that Francis has an abnormal parent complex with Antonio.
The confusing part was how Romano had all this power over Antonio. Should he use it to his advantage? He could get so far if something happened between him and Antonio. But is it right? To exploit some ones love? And how does Romano feel? Will he ever love back? Does he now? It hasn't been long since he arrived. Is it possible for Romano to feel the same way?
"Yo boss! I have a great new addition for ya!" Mathis called to Arthur. He often addressed the boss in an informal manner which has almost gotten him killed on more than one occasion. Arthur sighed and looked up. A small girl stood there. She was no more than 5 feet with skin a medium brown and eyes to match. Her long black hair fell to her waits. She was staring directly at Arthur.
"A woman, Mathis?" Arthur raised a brow. "We have more than enough people."
Mathis pouted. "Come on! We need some estrogen in this testosterone pit! I mean it's not like I care but still. At least give her a chance! She is a fricken awesome assassin! Her name is Rei!" Arthur groaned and looked at her, waiting.
She raised an eyebrow. "Is this the part where I prove myself to you?" Rei asked, looking over Arthur. The boss scoffed. "Yes I believe it is. If you want to be a part of this organization, I would suggest it." Rei sneered, glaring at him as she turned around so her back was to him.
Arthur blinked. What the hell is this girl trying to prove? She can't honestly think she's going to get anything done by turning her back on me! He thought bitterly. Suddenly, to rip him from his thoughts, something pierced the air right next to his ear. Arthur turned slowly to see a dagger imbedded into the chair beside him. "Y-You missed me." Arthur's attempt at stale humor failed.
"If I hit you I would be killed by your men and I'd be out of a job." She replied, staring daggers at him. "Haha right… Wouldn't it be harder to hit a moving target?"
"You weren't moving."
Arthur swallowed a lump in his throat. She was good. She was accurate. And she didn't take any shit. She's perfect. "Alright Ms. Rei, you're in."
Feliciano walked up to Antonio's office. He was shaking for no reason whatsoever. His question was a simple one and shouldn't be too much to ask. The soft Italian hands knocked lightly. There was a pause. Feliciano thought he should knock a second time, but a muffled "Come in" rang from inside.
He grasped the door knob and turned it. "M-Mister A-Antonio s-sir!" The Italian gasped as he walked in. The boss was sitting at his desk, waiting for Feliciano to say something besides addressing him. "Ah! Feli! How are you? What brings you to my office?" Antonio said cheerfully.
Feliciano stared at his feet. "I-I want to ask a favor… N-Not a big one! J-Just a small one. P-Please…" "Okay, what is this favor?" Feli sighed out a shaky breath then inhaled. "I want to send a letter to my family."
Antonio tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out why in god's name someone would want to tell his family that he was forced into the mafia. "I-I just want to let them know we're alright! I…I'm also doing this for Romano…" Antonio looked up at the twin's name. Feliciano had him. "Roma looked so sad. He stares at the wall… When I ask him what's wrong he tells me hes just tired. But I know… Hes thinking about our brother and sister. Romano has been so worried… She's only 14 and hes 16. I-I don't want them to think we're dead and I know Romano doesn't want that either and please. Just let me send one letter and I will forever be in your debt!"
Antonio thought for a moment. Yes there was nothing to gain but Romano would be grateful to him. Thank him! Even be nice to him. "Fine. You can send one letter. And they may even reply back. Just give it to me and I'll be sure to get it there, si?"
Feliciano's smile brightened. "Thank you Antonio! Thank you so much!" He cheered, running out to go start on the letter. The boss sat back in his chair. "You're welcome Romano."
After about a ten minutes Heracles started to smell the food. His stomach cried out again. With his stomach leading him, Heracles got up and slipped on a dress shirt lying on the ground and his boxers. He went over and opened the door to the kitchen and living room area.
The apartment was small. A kitchen with a few counters, a sink and refrigerator sat to the right of him. A few feet from that was a small table for eating. All the way to his left was a small couch and TV. It was a modest apartment for a single man in the city. Heracles would have thought he would be living just a little higher of life style but this was nice.
At the sound of the door opening, Sadiq turned his head. He gave a small smile. "Morn' kitten." Heracles blushed lightly at the nickname. "G-Good morning." He said quietly, making his way over to Sadiq and kissing him lightly on the cheek. Sadiq smiled brighter.
"I-Is it almost done?" Heracles asked, propping himself up on the counter. Sadiq smirked, turning off the heat on the stove and standing between Heracles' legs, hands placed securely on either side of his hips. "It's done. But right now I want something else."
Sadiq raised a hand and brushed the dress shirt off his shoulder, planting a kiss in its place. Heracles gave a moan in response. Pleased with the results, he began attacking his neck and chest with kisses and bites. "Nngh! S-Sadiq!" Heracles whines, grinding against him.
The Turk smirks and whispers into his ear hotly. "What is it kitten?" He kissed his ear. "What do you want?" He licked the shell of his ear slowly. "Do you want me to pound into you? Suck you off? Or maybe finger you inside that tight little hole while I suck you off. What do ya say?" Sadiq bit down hard on the soft tissue of his ear lobe. Heracles gasp, leaning into it.
"W-Whatever you want j-just something!" He whines, trembling underneath him. Sadiq smirk grew wider and crashed his lips onto Heracles, forcing his tongue into his wet cavern. The Greek moaned and wrapped his legs around the taller's waist. Seeing his opening, Sadiq cupped Heracles' ass, earning a squeak, and lifted him from the counter. He moved backwards, still transfixed within the kiss.
His legs hit the table, making him stumble all the way to the couch. Sadiq dropped Heracles onto the love seat, which is living up to its name. The Greek smirked and beckoned him with his finger. Happily, Sadiq crawled on top of him and peel the rest of the dress shirt off of him. Next was the boxers that were pointless to start with. They flew over to a corner unknown, leaving Heracles exposed.
"Well aren't you beautiful kitten," Sadiq commented, leaning down a kissing his flat stomach. "So beautiful I want to spend my whole day off fucking your brains out." He kissed his hip and Heracles whined, bucking up. A hand was placed to keep his hips down. Sadiq chuckled. "Now, now~. You'll just have to wait~!"
Heracles whimpered again once a pair of hot lips placed themselves on the very tip of his member. "Sadiq!" He cried, loving the sensation of his mouth on him. He licked it teasingly, swirling his skilled tongue on the tip and through the slit, driving Heracles mad. The Greek's head thrashed around, moaning high and low, begging for more.
Suddenly, the heat was gone. Heracles groaned. "What? Want more?" Heracles nodded quickly. Sadiq leant down and whispered in his ear. "Beg for it."
Heracles nearly smacked him. If it wasn't for the throbbing in his lower regions he would have. "P-Please Sadiq! I want your huge length to fill me up inside and abuse my sweet spot! Make me moan and cry out your name!" He pleaded, hoping it would do the trick.
His wish was granted. Sadiq's length was soon pressing into his entrance. Heracles gasped, he was so big, and it stung in a mix of pain and pleasure. "D-Damnit move!" Heracles hissed after a moment of adjusting.
Slowly, Sadiq started to thrust into Heracles. "Sadiq." He breathed, feeling the thick member fill his tight walls. "Ah! Ah f-faster!" He cried. The tempo quickened at his words. Faster and faster Sadiq went, striking Heracles' prostate each time. "H-Harder!" The thrusts became rougher.
With each thrust they came closer to the edge. One more thrust and a stroke of his length, Heracles was sent over the edge. "Sadiq!" He screamed as he came over both their stomachs. Feeling Heracles' walls tighten around his member was enough to push Sadiq into his orgasm.
Heracles moan lightly as Sadiq came inside of him, doing the same as he pulled out. The Turk laid back onto the couch and pulled Heracles on top of him. "That was amazing." He said breathlessly.
"Agreed"
Yay for sucky mc sucking ton! *dies* so this is the next chapter. I needed to get this done because I'm going to Arizona and momma won't let me take my laptop! So waaaaaaaaa! Anyways here…. REI IS BRAZIL! By the way! She's my friend's OC. ^^ READ MY OTHERS! I HAVE A LOT! DO IT NOW!
