What the hell? Why did I write another chapter of this? It was only meant to be a oneshot!

Oh, well. Until Ygallery figures out what it's doing, my fic on there is on hiatus, so I had time to write other things. Enjoy.

Warning: more sex.

Unless there was a special event for which he could charge more, like a wedding, Vieri didn't work Saturdays. He made enough money during the week to live comfortably, and he didn't want to have to deal with people more than necessary. Most of them weren't worth the time of day.

Excluding, of course, the bronzed sex god that was taking him out to dinner tonight.

It had only been two days since he'd met Federico; as soon as they'd exchanged numbers and parted ways, Vieri had wanted to see him again. He felt a small thrill of excitement every time he thought of tonight, and it did his concentration at work absolutely no favours. Rosa, the goddamn bitch, had smirked the day afterwards and promptly smacked him square on the arse. Vieri would deny until the day he died that he'd yelped in pain.

Federico was taking him to a restaurant called the Continental, a rather fancy joint that to which Vieri had never been, so he really didn't know what to wear. In the end, after he'd showered, he meticulously picked out a green silk shirt and brown trousers because he had to make an effort to look good; Federico, the handsome bastard, could turn up wearing a potato sack and Vieri would still jump him.

He was sitting on the lounge, waiting for Federico to arrive at his flat, when his mobile phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket and checked the caller ID: private. Vieri groaned; he knew who it was. Biting down his dread, he answered.

"Hello, Father." His voice sounded dull to his own ears.

"That man on your site." Francesco was not one for small talk, or for politeness, or even affection towards his son. "Why are you photographing half-naked men?"

Vieri was suddenly thankful that he had cropped that particular photo from the waist. "He was a model, Father." he answered calmly. "I was paid to shoot him."

"Do you know who he is?" Francesco asked, and when Vieri didn't answer he snapped, "He's Giovanni Auditore's son! What are you doing hanging around an Auditore?"

"I told you, I was paid to photograph him," Vieri growled, his patience wearing thin. "I didn't know who the model would be until I got to the studio."

"Would that you'd get a proper job, you might be able to preserve some family dignity!" Francesco snapped. "What I did wrong to make you choose this career - and I use the term loosely - is beyond me. Your sister-"

"I enjoy what I do," Vieri shot back, losing his temper. "And it's none of your fucking business!"

"Don't you dare speak to me like that, you-"

"You're being a dick, so I'll say whatever I want!" Vieri nearly shouted into the phone. "I quit being controlled by you a long time ago, Father. Deal with it." He hung up angrily, shoving the phone back into his pocket. He took a few deep breaths to calm down and, when that didn't work, stormed into the kitchen and took a shot of whiskey. He rarely drank, so the alcohol burned his throat, making him cough and splutter.

He would probably get a visit from his very unhappy father within the next few days.

The alcohol kicked in and served to calm Vieri's nerves, though he still dreaded what would happen should Francesco find out that he was dating Federico Auditore. Honestly, it was Francesco's fault that Giovanni Auditore was a better employee than him; it certainly wasn't Vieri's problem.

He was relieved when there was finally a knock at his front door. He forced himself to answer it calmly, though his heart still skipped a beat when Federico smiled at him.

"Hey," he said, and he leaned in to kiss Vieri lightly. He was wearing a red dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and black, tailored trousers. Vieri had to fight against the urge to pull him into a deeper kiss.

"Are you okay?" Federico asked when he pulled away, a slight frown on his face.

"Yeah, of course I am." No need to talk about his dick of a father. Vieri shifted on the spot. "Would you like to come in?"

"No," Federico said gently, a smile lighting his face again. "Because if I did, I'd be tempted to have you for dinner, and then we'd never make it to the restaurant."

Vieri felt himself flush, and a smile crept onto his face.

The restaurant was fancy; despite having been brought up in a similar stuffy, posh environment, Vieri felt quite out of place. Apart from Francesco, who just couldn't leave him alone, he had left his family behind a long time ago. He looked around nervously, glad for the wine that Federico had ordered.

By contrast, Federico seemed completely at ease. He lounged back in his chair, his legs spread almost obscenely, all elegance and charm. Vieri couldn't help but notice that he was attracting quite a few looks from female diners, and felt a thrill of pride knowing that he was here with him.

"So tell me about yourself, Vieri," Federico requested easily, and Vieri wet his dry lips. God, this man did things to him. "What made you decide to be a photographer?"

"I liked using my camera." Vieri answered hesitantly. "That's it, really." Fuck, why was he so boring? But Federico laughed.

"Fair enough!"

"My father wanted me to be a banker," Vieri added, if only to be conversational. Federico looked thoughtful.

"Francesco, yes? He works alongside my father," he grinned. "They don't get along."

"I know." Vieri was relieved that Federico knew, and had addressed it in such a careless, almost amused way. Now there was just the issue of his brother-

"You fought my brother once, didn't you?"

Well, that was easy.

Federico scratched his chin absently, grinning. "You scarred his face, right? Ezio still hasn't forgiven you for that." He laughed. "He was most unimpressed when I told him I was coming out with you tonight."

Vieri relaxed further. He supposed he should have guessed that Federico would be laid-back about the whole thing. "I can barely remember it," he admitted. "We were both drunk. You told him we were…" He trailed off, unsure of what to say. Fucking? Dating exclusively? They hadn't exactly established anything like that.

"I tell my brother everything. I'm close to him." Federico's cheeky grin softened into a gentle smile. "I'm close to my whole family. What did your father say about us going out?"

"I didn't tell him," Vieri muttered. He almost added that Francesco had recognised Federico from the picture on his blog, but decided against it. Federico did not need to know that Francesco was a fucking psycho.

He jolted when Federico reached over the table and took his hand, a thumb smoothing over his knuckles.

"Does that mean I'm your dirty little secret?" he asked, grinning wickedly, and Vieri chuckled. "I rather like that idea. Kinda like Romeo and Juliet, but without the death, the melodrama, the annoying language, or the vagina."

Vieri laughed outright now, even as he was forced to lean forward by a tug on his hand. Federico leaned over the table to press a kiss to the back of Vieri's hand, ignoring the strange, and sometimes scandalised looks he was receiving from other patrons. He smiled, and Vieri finally completely relaxed.

"I wish they would hurry up with the food," Federico said lowly. "Because my ravishing you against this table would not be well received."

"Sure of that, are you?" Vieri's face heated up and he quickly examined the serviette on the table, trying to keep his mind off their tryst in the studio a few days before.

"Well, let's just say I'm banned from a restaurant across town." Federico grinned, Vieri laughed (Christ, he was laughing more this evening than he had in the entire last month), and Federico finally let go of his hand.

Dinner finally arrived and unsurprisingly, Federico was very easy conversation, despite Vieri's (in his own opinion) uninteresting answers. There was one moment when Federico sat up straight and stretched, his back arching and his shirt riding up to reveal the smallest amount of toned muscle possible, and Vieri's mind stuttered to a stop to see it.

"I don't think I can eat anymore," he said finally, just as Federico seemed to finish his own meal. Federico took a small sip of his wine - he hadn't drank much, as he needed to drive - and scrutinised Vieri with his dark eyes.

"You didn't like it?"

Vieri scoffed. "I didn't say that at all. You're putting words in my mouth."

"There is some sort of dick joke to be made here, I know it." Federico grinned, and Vieri chuckled. "I'm guessing you don't want dessert, then? How about coffee? Tea? Wine?"

Just you. "No, no, I'm done." Vieri glanced down quickly when Federico smiled at him. "I mean, of course, if you-"

Federico chuckled. "I think I'm done, too." He pushed the plate away and gestured off to the side. "Shall we?"

After a brief argument over the bill - Federico begrudgingly ended up allowing Vieri to pay for his own meal - they climbed back into Federico's car, a modest red Mazda 6. It still had that new car smell; Federico claimed to be nauseated by it, and drove with his window down. Vieri blinked in surprise when he saw the time, because although it wasn't late, he hadn't thought they'd been at the restaurant for so long.

At a set of traffic lights, Vieri snuck a glance at him; the street lights played across his handsome face, casting half of it into shadow, and Vieri wished he had his camera with him. Then Federico turned to look at him, a soft, gentle smile on his face, and Vieri realised that even if he did take anymore pictures of this man, he wouldn't be inclined to share them. He would keep them for himself. Federico's hand squeezed his knee, and Vieri swallowed thickly.

He wanted Federico to himself.

Federico pulled into a spare carpark outside of Vieri's flat, turned the engine off and smiled almost shyly. "I had fun," he said. "I enjoyed being with you-"

Vieri kissed him.

He surprised himself; Vieri was not a particularly affectionate person, and others usually had to initiate any sort of intimacy for him to feel comfortable giving it back. But he hadn't been able to resist and it was paying off as Federico kissed him back, tangling a tanned hand in his dark hair to pull him even closer. Vieri broke it off just as Federico's other hand began sliding up his thigh.

"Come upstairs." It was a demand, not a request.

Federico seemed to shiver. "Yes."

It was agony to keep his hands off Federico as they crossed the foyer and entered the lift. Federico's gazed weighed on him, every brief brush of their bodies, accidental or not, sent pleasant shockwaves through him. As the lift reached the floor of Vieri's flat, Federico's hand rested upon his lower back, and Vieri's cock stirred further.

He fumbled with his keys impatiently and finally unlocked the door. Federico followed him inside, closing the door behind them, and then Vieri seized him by the front of the shirt and slammed him back against the door, kissing him roughly. Federico groaned into his mouth and returned it, his hands moving up to clutch Vieri's shoulders and draw him closer. When Vieri broke the kiss to nip at his neck, his body jolted.

"Vieri," he moaned, and Vieri's heart skipped a beat; he could get used to hearing that. Federico pulled back enough to look him in the eye. "I want you to fuck me."

Vieri's mouth went dry and his cock hardened fully at the wanton request. He pressed himself fully against Federico, letting him feel the bulge in his trousers. Federico groaned and bucked back.

"Do you have a condom?" Vieri asked against his lips. Whether he liked this guy or not, he wasn't about to have unprotected sex with someone he'd only known for a few days. Federico nodded desperately.

"Good." Vieri locked the door behind him and took Federico's hand, leading him to his bedroom. This time he took his time unbuttoning Federico's shirt with shaking fingers, not wanting to rip the expensive-looking garment. Federico tried to work around him to unbutton Vieri's shirt, but gave up when their arms kept tangling. He shrugged the shirt off and laid back on the bed, watching Vieri with hooded eyes.

Though their actions were still riddled with lust, they had lost the sense of urgency that had driven them back in the studio. Just as he had done when photographing him, Vieri was able to take the time to admire his beautiful body, the key difference being that now he could actually touch it. His fingers traced the impressive muscles of Federico's chest, followed whimsically by his tongue, and Federico sighed and arched underneath him.

"Take this off," he requested, tugging at Vieri's shirt. Vieri sat back and complied, and didn't even bother to look as he threw it aside. He swooped down to kiss Federico again, skin against skin, and wondered if bodies were supposed to feel like they were moulding together so perfectly. Their clothed erections rubbed together, and they both groaned.

"Take it off," Federico breathed, and Vieri climbed off him, briefly wondering why the hell he was taking orders when he'd been put in charge, but his erection ached within the confines of his pants and he disregarded that thought.

Federico kicked off his shoes and quickly unzipped his trousers, pulling everything off, and then suddenly he was gloriously naked on Vieri's bed. Suddenly overwhelmed, Vieri had to turn away and count to ten because there was a fucking god in his bed and his mind couldn't quite wrap itself around that. Federico simply watched him, a small smile playing on his face.

Finally, Vieri was able to kick off the remainder of his clothing and return to Federico, who swiftly pulled him into another kiss. Federico had already retrieved the condom from his wallet, and Vieri groped blindly for the bedside table, looking for the drawer in which he kept his seldom-used lube. Federico's hand enclosed around his erection, stroking it, and Vieri gasped and bucked into him, all other movements ceasing for a moment. Federico leaned up to nibble on his ear.

"Keep looking," he breathed teasingly.

"You're making it very difficult." Vieri shot back. His snarl turned into a moan and he finally grasped the drawer's handle, wrenching it open. After rummaging around briefly he found the lubricant and draw it out, drizzling some of it onto his fingers. He traced the skin behind Federico's balls, travelling up until they found his entrance.

"Relax," Vieri muttered needlessly, and pushed his middle finger into him.

Federico's head dropped back against the bed, his chest rising and falling as he kept his breathing forcibly even. Vieri didn't blame him; this part, he thought, was always the worst. Another finger had Federico hissing through his teeth, and Vieri wondered briefly how often Federico was on the receiving end of such acts. He felt around inside him, stretching him, and then his fingers pressed against something that had Federico tensing for an entirely different reason, drawing a low moan from his mouth that made Vieri's body tremble. He tapped that spot again and again, not letting up even as he added a third finger with which to stretch him.

"Enough," Federico stammered finally, sounding like he was about to lose control. It drew an animal-like growl from Vieri, possessive and low. "Do it now- God, do it now!"

Vieri did not need to be told twice. He snatched the condom from Federico's fingers and rolled it onto his erection, before coating it liberally in lubricant. He pushed into him, slowly and steadily, and did not stop until he was buried balls-deep.

A thin sheen of sweat covered Federico's face. His cheeks were pink, his eyes hooded and his pupils blown, and Vieri really wished he had his camera because it was quite possibly the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Wanting to hear Federico lose control of himself, he began to thrust, building up a rhythm and changing angles now and then to try and find that spot inside him again. Finally he found it, and Federico's eyes widened, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure, his back arching, and Vieri was overwhelmed by the sight.

"I want to see you again," he growled, pounding into him. "I want to keep seeing you. I want you to be with me."

"Yes," Federico gasped desperately, his nails scraping down Vieri's thighs. "I'm yours, I'm all yours…"

He was babbling now, and it was music to Vieri's ears as he thrust into him harshly, his fingers surely bruising Federico's legs as he held them over his shoulders. Federico didn't seem to care, and he began gyrating his hips to try and meet Vieri's thrusts and then he was coming, spending himself across his tanned stomach as he thrashed and cried Vieri's name.

Vieri gasped as Federico tensed around him, but he held out because he wanted to watch Federico's orgasm. Then Federico went limp and Vieri thrust into him with abandon, keeping his own preferred pace that had him shuddering and moaning within moments. He collapsed bonelessly next to Federico, panting and sweating, their body heat radiating off each other.

Vieri forced himself to discard the condom in the rubbish bin before fetching a towel, using it to clean himself off before tossing it to Federico. Federico cleaned himself off and threw the towel aside, and Vieri flopped back onto the bed beside him. Federico smiled at him as he threw an arm over him and shifted to nuzzle Vieri's neck.

"Spend the day with me tomorrow?" he asked, sounding ridiculously hopeful. Anyone else Vieri would have told to fuck off, that he needed some time to himself, but instead he simply pulled Federico closer.

"Yeah." he muttered, feeling sleepy, and he felt Federico's lips curve into a smile against his neck.