Title: When Gino Met Vino
Series: Gaia Online
Genre: General
Summary: A submission for the Gino's Harem Fanfiction Contest. Gino meets his (mildly) evil counterpart.
Disclaimer: Gaia Online and Gino Gambino are copyright to the admins of Gaia Online and Vino is copyright to Gino's Harem.
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That evening, Gino sat in his room, staring out the open window at the bright moon shining down on all of Gaia. For some reason, he was looking forward to when that black haired double would show up. It was probably a bad thing, who knew what sort of things that man was thinking of…yet, Gino still looked forward to it. He had managed to get his father out of the house; going out for a late-night drink with Edmund.
The blond sighed, leaning his head into his other hand, waiting patiently for his visitor. Without delay, he heard a few pebbles from the garden below tap against his balcony window. Gino jumped up, hurrying to the window, throwing it open. He peered out over the edge of the balcony, smiling to himself as the black haired seducer grinned up, looking rather suave in a loose fitting white button down and a pair of black trousers.
Vino gave a mild wave, just a slight twitching of the fingers, before Gino smiled, waving back. It was nearly like a forbidden romance, the way Gino's heart jumped upon laying eyes on that brunet.
He rushed downstairs, whipping open the door to allow both Vino and the bracing cool air of the night into his home.
"Just a little bit excited, are we?" Vino purred, tracing a finger along Gino's strong jawline, the one thing – save for his eyebrows – that he inherited from his father. Gino's cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn't pull back. Still, the blond couldn't help but feel that this man wanted something from him.
"Please, come in. Would you like anything to drink?"
"So formal. At ease, soldier." Vino laughed, following Gino into the large lounge, where three crimson (gold-trimmed, naturally) couches sat facing one another. A drink cabinet sat to the side, out of the way, but not so far away that one couldn't reach it with ease. "I'd love a martini, if you've got it."
"Right away." Gino nodded politely, playing the ever-courteous host to a man he barely knew. When he turned around with the martini ready, he found Vino stretched out across his couch happily, eyes closed and hands folded over his chest. He looked, actually, rather adorable. That was, to say, that Gino didn't know what to think of this Vino. "Your…drink?" He asked, bending down to Vino's eye level, holding out the drink. Maybe it'd bring the brunet back to the land of the living.
"Uh…hu?" The wine-eyed young man woke with a start, nearly bumping the drink from Gino's hands. The blond gave a quiet little shriek, standing up in a rush, blood rushing quickly to his head, before he sank back to his knees.
"Ohh…"
"What's wrong, beloved?"
Beloved? But Gino had too much of a head rush to really notice the little things Vino had begun calling him. "Stood up…too fast." Vino stared in mild awe and confusion, then took the drink from Gino's now dangerous hands.
"You'll be alright, love. Just sit down a moment, will you?" Vino told him, smiling faintly, as he helped Gino sit down on the couch, then sat down beside him, making sure he didn't' fall off. Promptly, the blond flopped onto his side, right onto Vino's warm lap.
"G-Gino…? Hey..? This is a little…" Vino began, stuttering quietly, while trying to wake Gino up, finally settling for placing one hand on the blond's head, and one on the blond's shoulder. "Oh! God, you're…" He pressed his hand against Gino's forehead a little more, frowning. "You're burning up…you weren't like that before, were you?"
Gino shrugged a little where he lay, then curled into a loose ball, his thin legs up by his chest, one hand resting on top of Vino's thigh, the other hanging limply off the couch. His breathing was getting deeper, weaker, by the minute, and Vino barely had a clue as to how to take care of himself, let alone someone else.
"I'll be…back in a moment, alright?" Vino said, trying his best not to stutter. After all, he originally meant to use this poor boy to get to the Gambino riches. It wouldn't have been hard, nor would it have been difficult to get away with. If Meredith asked about the hair colour or the eyes, he would have explained 'I wanted a change'. It was practically taking candy from a baby.
Except that now this so-called 'baby' was lying across his lap, moaning quietly with fever. Vino could hardly believe that mothers and fathers deal with this sort of thing with their children.
The wine-eyed young man started to shift Gino's weight to the couch, instead of his lap, starting to rise from the cushions.
"No…" Gino groaned, reaching up to grab a handful of Vino's shirt. "Don't go…"
"I'll be right back, I told you."
"You…won't…"
"I will, I promise!" Vino said, getting mildly annoyed with this turn of events as he attempted to tug his shirt from the clutches of the young Gambino.
Gino half-opened his eyes, loosening his grip. "I'll only believe you if…" He paused, motioning for Vino to come down, lending the blond his ear. Vino obliged hesitantly, leaning down for Gino to whisper in his ear. His wine eyes widened slightly, and his tanned skin had a pale pink tinge to it as he turned to Gino, kneeling down.
"I…you'll believe me if I…"
Gino nodded weakly. Vino drew in a quiet breath, exhaling loudly in a deep sigh. There was no way to win with this kid. He must've had some ulterior motives, just like Vino did. Otherwise, there was no way in the world he'd ask something like that.
Unless, of course, he was delusional.
Granted, he was feverish. Delusions were likely the least of his problems.
Shrugging, Vino bent over, cupping Gino's chin with one large hand, and pressed his lips firmly to Gino's, effectively 'sealing their promise with a kiss'.