Broken Nose

If Al had any more self control, he probably wouldn't be in this situation. But instead, he opened his big mouth. It wasn't his fault! It really wasn't! He couldn't help it. Honestly. Mostly. The day started off sort of normal. Meetings and stuff he didn't want to go to because everyone there sees him as an incompetent asshole. But hey. What the fuck is he supposed to do? He hates meetings. Why would he even try to pretend to be happy. That's just bullshit.

The meeting however, is only part of the reason he's in trouble. Going to the meeting had been a mistake in his mind on it's own cause oh fuck this shit. The meeting dragged on and on and on. He didn't care for Francois, or Lutz or Kuro, or Zao when they talked. He just did not give a shit. He just wanted to go home and make something to eat and pretend he wasn't stuck in this life of meetings. Ugh.

The day started to get interesting when Luciano began speaking. Usually the Italian runs the meetings, this day though he sat back and let it all go to hell before standing up to say his piece. Something about environmental and military spending all in one. Not that Al paid any attention to that. The speech itself is boring, Luciano is the interesting part. With Luciano's back to him Al spent the whole time staring at his ass.

So Al had no boundaries what so ever. None. Completely. Especially when it came to Luciano. He's a spitfire come to life. Al loves to mess with him. Every little look of irritation or amusement or confusion that Luciano sends his way makes him just a little happier in a twisted way. Clearly it's only a matter of time until Luciano gets so fed up with him that he throws a knife and doesn't miss. Though sometimes Al thinks he misses on purpose. Maybe Luciano likes to see his different expressions too.

This time. This time he may have pushed the boat too far. So he got distracted by a hot Italian backside when Luciano just said the wrong words in his presentation.

"It's going to be hard," He meant something else entirely, but damn Al if he didn't respond immediately.

"That's what she said." The words left his lips before he could even register how stupid he sounded. The moment turned nearly comical. Luciano froze instantly and the entire room simultaneously backed away from him. Al stared right ahead, clenching his teeth and waiting for the inevitable. Luciano dramatically looked over his shoulder, eyes blazing in fury. Al barked out a short laugh. Then booked it as fast as he could away from the meeting room. He may or may not have screamed a few times when knives flew past his head.

Yeah, not his best moment.

Al runs down the hallway, turning a corner hard, nearly slipping and falling onto his ass. He peeks over his shoulder to see Luciano chasing after him, anger so obvious on his face. Al barks out another laugh and turns another corner, running flat into a wall. He stumbles back rubbing at his head when he's shoved back into the wall face first. He can feel a knife at his neck. Luciano turns him around and hoists him up, pinning him against the wall.

Al manages to muster up a smirk. He hasn't seen Luciano this horribly pissed in ages. It's amazing really. Luciano is a sight to behold when he really gets in it. Al gulps as best he can with the hand around his throat. Luciano is literally shaking with anger. Oh. Oh no. Al Twitches, trying to put enough force for Luciano to drop his to the ground at least a little, but the Italian does not let him go. Al knows how awkward this is going to get. With Luciano being rough and pressed up against him, Al is ridiculously turned on. He's probably going to die because of that.

His face morphs into a pained expression. He's not excited for how Luciano is going to react once he notices. He grimaces when Luciano's anger turns to confusion. Then realization. Al gasps harshly when he's dropped to the ground. He smirks up at Luciano anyway. The Italian is staring down at him in horror.

"You're disgusting," He growls at him. Al bites his lip. He loves dirty talk.

"Oh you love me~" He coos. Luciano shudders at the grossness of that idea. Al's smirk grows immensely when he notices the curl on the side of Luciano's head twitching into a heart. Maybe he's a little right. He pushes off the ground and leans against it like a cool kid. Luciano fiddles with his hands, looking more and more uncomfortable by the second with Al's eyes on him.

"You're absolutely insufferable," Luciano growls once more. Al cackles at the insult, not feeling the venom in the words in the slightest. He takes a few steps towards Luciano, taking slight pride when the Italian backs away from him, changing their positions dramatically. Though Luciano is glaring hard, the tremble in his curl is giving him away.

"Oh you don't mean that sugar," Al places a hand on the side of Luciano's head, semi-keeping him in place. Luciano glares at the limb then back at him.

"Why don't you talk dirty to me some more," Al teases. He reels back suddenly when Luciano's fist collides with his face. He holds the appendage, swears spilling from his mouth. He glances to Luciano, now being the one to smirk.

"Fuck you," He says. Al smiles despite the possible breakage in his nose.

"When and where love?" He asks. Luciano sneers and walks away. Al laughs to himself, loving the way the little curl on Luciano's head is in the shape of a heart. Totally worth breaking his nose for a date.


Prompt: Why did it have to be you?

"Why did it have to be you?" Luciano growls. He twits his head to where Allen is standing over him. Their meeting ended later than normal because of one too many arguments. At the end of it all, Luciano dropped his head to his hands and decided to try and breathe before he stabbed someone for looking at him the wrong way.

His frustration grew to the edge since instead of leaving like all the others, Allen decided to stick around and poke him with the end of his bat, like teasing an ill tempered tiger. Luciano's temper always flared for Allen. The American is loud, obnoxious, and always has one more ridiculous thing to say that drove Luciano up the fucking wall.

Allen backs away with his hands raises in a mock surrender when he sees the look on Luciano's face.

"Hey man, just seeing if you were alright," The cocky bastard says before winking, for fuck's sakewinking, at him. Luciano stands suddenly, stalking closer to him.

"Do I look alright to you, you imbecile?" Luciano's voice is low and threatening, a small part of him enjoying the strike of panic that flies onto Allen's face. He backs the other to a wall.

"Do you think I'm alright?" He hisses out. Allen lowers his bat to the ground and sighs, something that nearly snaps Luciano out of his quick anger spike.

"No, not really I don't," Allen shrugs and slips away, putting more distance between them. Luciano watches him back away.

"But ya know, if you ever need to talk I'm here, I guess," And again, Allen winks and then trots off. Luciano releases a huff, dragging a hand down his face in exhaustion.

"Why you," He whispers. Out of all the people, it had to be Allen that got him to relax quicker than he thought possible. Maybe, he thinks to himself as he finally collects his things. Maybe he will take Allen up on his offer.. The fucker.


"I bet I can bench press you," Luciano pauses in his reading to look over at Allen in the corner of the room laying on his back. He opens his mouth to say something in response but he can't find anything reasonable to say to that. So instead he returns to his book without a second glance.

"How much do you weigh, I bet I can," Allen raises his arms in the air and pretends to do the motion, turning his hands to pantomime the action. Luciano huffs and rolls his eyes, again not dignifying that with an answer. He continues reading when the book is ripped from his hands.

"Hey!" He shouts at Allen now in front of him with a damnable smirk on his face. He reaches for his book only for Allen to pull his hand and drag him to the ground. Luciano struggles in his hold and only stops when he has Allen pinned underneath him so he can't grab him again.

"Come on! Just one bench press sweet silver?" Allen coos at him. Luciano groans, and after a moments debate, releases him. With a grimace he lays the way Allen directs him too.

"This is stupid," Luciano crosses his arms as Allen lifts him up into the air like the true king he is and back down, repeating the motion a few times as Allen cackles to himself at actually being able to bench press him. He's unceremoniously dropped to the ground but before he can voice his annoyance Allen is above him in push-up position smirking like the Cheshire cat.

"You liked it~" Allen teases and bends down to kiss him, pushing back up to the proper position. Luciano twitches in annoyance, then crosses his arms haughtily.

"One," He challenges. Allen raises an eyebrow, then smiles widely when he takes the hint. He bends down again for another kiss.

"Two," Luciano counts out. Allen snickers and goes down again.

"I can do this all night babe," He whispers seductively. Luciano just rolls his eyes with a mock sneer on his face though his curl in the shape of a heart betrays him.

"Three." They manage to get to 46 before Allen decides not to go back up and Luciano doesn't stop him.


AN: What assholes