A/N: Back at it again, Februabba prompts from seralinnette on tumblr! :D

Gonna do my best to write something for every day, and any applicable warnings will be in the beginning author's notes of each chapter.

Day 1: Valentine
Leone is determined to give his Valentine's Day gift first, this year.

Warnings for implications of future sexual content, some lingerie, and mentions of canon-typical body horror courtesy of Sticky Fingers.

Leone steels himself. Takes a deep breath, because this shouldn't be so fucking hard, to just walk across a room and talk to Bruno – and yet here he is. Lingering out in the hallway.

…Which is bound to get awkward real fast, considering what he's wearing. There shouldn't be anyone around to gawk, though; it's just him and Bruno here, after all. As Leone not-so-subtly orchestrated by telling everyone to stay the hell away today.

He's pretty sure they all saw right through his flimsy excuse that Bruno has work to do – especially Giorno, who is in charge of everything, now, and therefore assigns said work, but Leone's grateful to him for saying nothing. And even keeping a nosy, teasing Mista at bay. It's unnerving, how much Leone owes Giorno for these days, when you factor in all of the life-saving shit –

Brain officially off on an irrelevant tangent (Giorno-related, no less!) means it's time for Leone to pull himself the fuck together.

What he's about to do is a necessary preemptive strike.

So, he pulls at the mess of straps and mesh he's squeezed himself into, adjusting it one last time. As if that's going to help it cover any more skin. A lost cause, but he can at least make sure it's sitting right…

And since there's nothing else he can think of to delay the inevitable (seriously, he has no reason to be nervous, no reason to think this won't go well, but he doesn't really do this shit, and therefore isn't sure what, exactly, to expect – but as previously mentioned this is necessary), in he goes. Opening the door to Bruno's office. And waltzing on in. Just like that.

Bruno is there, because where the hell else would he be? Laptop open on his desk, he's frowning at the screen. He doesn't look up from what he's doing as Leone enters the room, shuts the door behind him.

"Leone," Bruno says, because he knows it wouldn't be anyone else, knows Leone's footfalls by now, "what –"

He pauses. Half-turned and eyes going wide, watching Leone. Who's well on his way to standing right next to Bruno, by now, relishing in that gaze that tracks him all the way here. It follows him as he hops onto Bruno's desk, too, taking a seat there, nudging notes and laptop out of the way and leaning back on his hands. Showing off, if you will.

The desk doesn't move with his weight, which is good. Ancient as the thing is, at least it's sturdy – Leone knows this for a fact thanks to past…encounters.

Bruno is still staring. His eyes wandering Leone's body through tight, sheer fabric.

Leone stares right back. There are overworked lines around Bruno's eyes, and his mouth is still open a little, on that question he never finished. His bangs are sort of mussed, probably from rubbing at his forehead. And his suit is open at the neck.

Looks like Leone timed this intervention perfectly, he should've known Bruno would need a break by now. (It's a bit easier not to be nervous, like this. Especially with Bruno looking at him so intently.)

"What…are you doing?" Bruno's voice is soft. He's staring at Leone's face, now.

Gathering brazen courage, Leone says, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Bruno blinks at him.

Then blinks again. Blue eyes drop to scan over dated documents and the timestamp on his computer screen, and Leone's mouth is twitching on…he's not sure what. A smile, probably. Weird jitters in his stomach are doing a number on him for pulling this stupid stunt – but it had to be done. It's the only way. Something like payback, even, to fluster Bruno for once.

When Bruno's gaze lands back on Leone, there's a crease between those dark eyebrows. "Valentine's isn't for two weeks…" he says at length. His cheeks are pink and his fingers are twitching where they rest atop the desk.

And, yes, Leone is aware that he's early. But this is a necessary preemptive strike, and therefore earliness is required.

He spreads his legs on a more comfortable sprawl. They wind up on either side of Bruno. Completely by coincidence. "I know."

"Then why…?" Bruno picks up his twitching fingers at last, and rests one set on Leone's knee. His touch is warm on bare skin. Eyes still locked with Leone's.

Hah. Here comes the really hard part:

"I wanted to be sure I gave you my present first, this year," Leone explains, and it sounds oh-so-simple when phrased like that, sure. But his mission is dire, and judging by that amused grin pulling at Bruno's mouth, he knows exactly what Leone is trying to do here. Hopefully this ploy still works, and Leone didn't wrestle himself into this tight, strappy getup for nothing.

(…Well. No matter what happens on Valentine's Day itself, getting into this strappy getup still won't be for nothing, considering how deeply Bruno's interest runs here. But. Leone digresses.)

Bruno leans forward in his chair, palm cupped just above Leone's knee, now. His eyes are sparkling to match the smile he's got, and he's so beautiful that any residual nerves evaporate. (At least. Nerves specific to this fucking outfit.)

"And why is that so important to you, Leone?" Bruno asks, even though he knows damn well why.

Leone explains regardless. "So I don't die of a heart attack for once."

That charming grin of Bruno's widens at this, and he lets out a little puff of laughter that just about does Leone in – but he holds his ground, frowning hard in the face of that humor because it's not funny.

It is not funny, that Leone's spent that past three Valentine's Days a complete nervous mess over the simple act of gifting Bruno shit like flowers and chocolates and even a goddamn sappy note, candlelit dinners set up in his own kitchen, cooked from fucking scratch, best wine he could afford –

Only to, each and every year, get the life scared out of him by what Bruno considers to be thoughtful gifts.

"You don't like my presents?"

Oh, now Bruno is feigning innocence and offense. Hand over his heart and a fake little pout. Not at all fair.

He knows what he did. What he hopefully will not do, this year.

How the hell is Leone supposed to focus on things like icing tiny, personalized cakes just right, after being handed prettily wrapped giftboxes that contain body parts?

And, sure, it's – they're such sappy gestures. Coming from Bruno, this is romance, and Leone isn't about to pretend that it didn't flood some bit of his heart with too much warmth to handle. Once he figured out that the severed hand from their first Valentine's did, in fact, belong to Bruno. Zipped off at the wrist and offered genuinely.

Doesn't mean Leone didn't freak the fuck out, upon getting an actual beating heart the year after that.

Bruno needs that thing to live, for the love of…

Last year doesn't even bear thinking about. It turned out to be a wonderful night spent with Bruno, but Leone isn't sure he'll ever be over opening the otherwise innocuous present waiting for him outside their bedroom door only to find Bruno's –

Well.

Suffice to say, Leone has had just about all he can survive.

But he can't outright tell Bruno that his sweet, heartfelt gifts are straight out of a horror movie. Especially not when they awake so many complicated feelings in Leone, once he's past the shock.

Bruno knows, anyway. Always wears such a genuine smile, gets too much enjoyment out of Leone's fluster. Kissing Leone's cheek and saying shit like, "It's always been yours," as Leone sputters and tries to explain that he's touched, really, but please, please put your heart back in your chest, Bruno, before you die. Half sappy mess and half panic.

That sort of debacle is what Leone is hoping to avoid, this year. Hence the outfit, perching himself on Bruno's desk two entire weeks early so he knows he'll be first.

"…Your presents are just fine," Leone mutters. Because he can't say anything negative to those shining blue eyes that look so happy. "But," Leone sits up straighter, lifting his hands away from the desk to loom forward, watching Bruno's pupils dilate, "I'm giving you my entire body, this year, so you'll have to think of something for me that's not part of yours."

See? Foolproof.

(Hopefully.)

Bruno stands, sinking in toward Leone and cupping his jaw. He presses that stunning smile to Leone's mouth, a bit of soft contact that has Leone sighing.

"I think maybe I'll just give you all of me in return," Bruno murmurs against Leone's lips –

And that's – that's a fair compromise, if Leone's ever heard one. It turns him into a sappy mess without the panic, pliant beneath Bruno's (firmly attached) hands.

A/N: This one was inspired by a fanart by fairy-of-matter on tumblr that lives rent free in my head, :")

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