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Kink: Mafia
A/N: Another one-shot on something I remember discussing with some people on IRC before. For those who don't know Famiglia is family, Carabineri is basically Italian military, and the Poliziotto are their police. Sorry if I messed up anywhere. Not awake~
Famiglia:
People who wandered down these hallways were never very pleasant. Normally it was the Poliziotto or the Carabineri dragging another dirty and ragged criminal down to his new home or perhaps it was one of the criminals' filthy family members actually coming to visit their captured famiglia. But lately the classier people kept wandering down these deranged halls, clad in stripped suits looking all the high and mighty that they probably thought they were.
So the criminals lying in their own filth gave Feliciano barely a glance as he happily strode down the hall towards the back. The young Italian had traded his normal blue uniform for one of his outfits that he normally wore to the world summit and his personality wasn't being affected by the dour atmosphere at all as he walked, ignoring the criminals with ease.
Finally he came to a stop in front of a lone cell; his bright brown eyes dimming at the figure crouched in one corner of the temporary cell. It tore at his heart to see his brother there, the other brunet's suit smudge with dirt from when he had been caught, his own head resting on his arms with his knees to his chest.
"Lovi," he mumbled softly, taking in as the other's body tensed before eyes turned up to look at him. Feliciano gave a sigh as no answer came. "Come on, Lovi. We're going home."
Those familiar brown eyes glanced at him suspiciously and Feliciano didn't doubt for a moment that his brother didn't quite trust him. He had warned him to get his people out of his Milan or he'd force them out. He had told him because they were family, but even still Lovino had been caught amongst the other men when the Carabineri had raided one of the Mafia's hideouts.
Slowly Lovino pulled himself up, keeping quiet but cautious as a Poliziotto opened the lone cell. Feliciano almost instantly wrapped his brother into a hug when he had walked out of the cell, his body freezing up in a moment but that didn't stop Feliciano from continuing to hold his brother.
"Why? Why didn't you heed my warning?" the younger man whispered, keeping his arms wrapped tight around the taller body. Lovino did not respond right away, but slowly Feliciano could feel arms wrap themselves around him and pull him closer.
"They had to be warn," came the muttered response, "They had famiglia too."
Feliciano tightened his hold for a moment before finally pulling away with a bright smile on his face. He forgot sometimes that his brother, though cruel at times, was a very fair person when it came to his people and that family meant everything to him.
"Okay than! Well next time be more careful Lovi! Antonio was very worried about you and so was I! Now let's go home, it's almost siesta time and I have some pasta leftover from last night."
It was a cheerful reply and he didn't even wait for Lovino to reply, grabbing his arm and beginning to drag him towards the exit. The other Italian protested only light, a simply "Oi, idiot!", but allowed himself to be dragged. Feliciano knew his brother would do his actions all over if he could, but with that knowledge came that he also knew his brother would never willingly leave him or Antonio alone either and that was what comforted him the most.
