Francis Bonnefoy looks at himself in the large mirror admiring his long blonde locks and bright blue eyes, although he's in his mid-thirties he barely looks twenty five and he knows it. "Ohohoh, you sexy, sexy bastard." He says as he winks at himself doing a full turn in the mirror before finally forcing himself away and back to his lush upscale apartment. He loves this city and its people…or should he say the city's sexual services.
He loves that all he has to do is call one of many numbers and in less than an hour he has a new lover to play with so he has roughly forty minutes to kill before his ordered plaything arrives. He sits down and picks up his remote and looks though his large video library of porn some of which are from his earlier days spent in Great Britain. "Hmm…what to watch." He says to himself as he scrolls though, "Something dirty? Or something kiddie?...oh I know," He says as he clicks a button on the remote, "Fetishes, perfect."
He slowly unzips his pants with one hand while the other reaches for his glass of red wine and just as he takes a sip there's knock on his door, "Oh, somebody's eager." He smiles as he stands to open the door uncaring enough to re-zip his pants let alone put his dick back in his pants.
His blonde eyebrow rises with a surprised delight when he sees the person standing in front of him, "You're not the one I ordered." He cracks an evil smile as his eyes look the person up and down, "You're much better. I hope you're ready because it's going to be a long night for you."
"Yes Sir, Mr. Bonnefoy…" the figure at the door says and as Francis returns to the couch the 'ordered' person whispers softly just as the door closes, "France."
Meanwhile Romano stirs slightly before falling back asleep but to his brother and partner it's a good sign. The tall Spaniard with dark brown curly hair sits down and sighs before turning to his lover's brother a slightly younger man with sweet hazel eyes and an angelic face, "Feli you can trust me I'll stay with him."
The other Italian man whips his head around with a rare anger in his hazel eyes, "Oh like last night when he went out with you and you fucking lost him?"
"I didn't lose him, he left out of the back door."
"Yeah and who got him addicted so he didn't see it coming, Antonio?"
Now Antonio stands his green eyes burning with hatred, "At least I don't need to whip him to get off like some people I know. He's all I need."
"Really?" Feli asks marching up to the slightly taller older man, "Because that's not what I hear, Big brother." His voice is full of angry sarcasm only used for this man.
They've known each other nearly all their lives and possibly at one point they did like each other but over the years their relationship decayed away leaving only bitter hatred for each other. The only thing that keeps them in each other's lives is the man now lying in a drug induced sleep.
Both just glare at each other with arms folded unwilling to move let alone back down finally Antonio tries to breaks the stale tension, "At least he's alive."
"Dumbass he'll never walk again." Feli says jumping down on a nearby chair, "So cut the shit and don't act like you really care because I know all you ever cared about since high school was getting in my brother's pants."
That last remark cuts the twenty five year old deep but he tries not to show it, while it was true that his love for the Italian started early it wasn't just to fuck him, he actually cares and will always care for the man. "Whatever Feliciano, just whatever." He turns and starts to walk out he needs a fix and if that just means nicotine that's fine with him.
"And where are you going now?" Feli asks trying not to act like he cares and that he's only being nosey.
Antonio just shoots him a look taking out his small pack of cigarettes, "Oh go get whipped you pasta bastard." And with that he walks out looking for the nearest exit.
Feli sits back glaring at the door the other man just walked out of, "Tomato bastard."
From beside him his brother mutters, "That's my line stupid." Before Romano turns over and falls back asleep. Feli's hazel eyes turn quickly from ones filled with anger and jealousy to those filled with pain, sadness and deep concern as he inhales slowly taking his brother's hand humming an old forgotten song to his beloved brother.
He stops after a few minutes, where did he learn this song from and why is he now hungry for pasta. He sighs as he lets his head fall back, "Too bad I don't remember the words." He says as his eyelids start to fall over his eyes, "Maybe Grandpa sang it to me…" He says as he falls asleep happy that at least his brother's alive.
A/N: This isn't a strange 2p version of the pair but how I would see them react to each other when left alone in this situation and I'm going slow in the killings for a reason as well as I won't even reveal the gender of the killer until the end. I have a method to my madness I promise. ;3
Cat