Luca is only 23 when he becomes Capo. When he becomes the right-hand man to the Cassano Family's Consigliere; Vincenzo Cassano.
He is 23 when he elevates two loyal soldati to his Consigliere's attention. When he watches the Consigliere trust his words and take them under his tutelage, his direct supervision. Dario and Sebastian never comment or consider certain duties below them. Understanding the honour of opening the Consigliere's doors, the prestige of running his errands. Privy they are, to the Consigliere's private affairs.
Luca may be the youngest of the lot, with even Vincenzo being younger than Sebastian, but age never plays a factor in their dynamic. They are the three that Vincenzo brings with him, when conducting business on the Family's behalf. The three that relay and enact his will. The three that regard their Consigliere with the reverence he was always due.
As Consigliere, Vincenzo's manipulation of tradition and Mafia methods had shifted to an entirely different scale from before. As Consigliere, he was near untouchable. Yet, his flawless mockery of Cosa Nostra customs was so blatant that it both enraged and garnered the begrudging respect and fear of rival Famiglias.
Despite there being no doubt who would flaunt their obvious disregard for tradition aside from Vincenzo, it was impossible for anyone to grasp any connection to the man himself. Even when, like today, Vincenzo still revelled in finishing matters with his own hands, rather than leave it to the multitude of men serving him.
Dario and Luca stood, silent sentinels, watching as their Consigliere wound the tie around his palm, tightening it. At the other end, like a dog choking on its leash, was a Capo of the Moretti Family – a small Family compared to theirs, but one that had been slowly and steadily rising in power.
"Cosa ne pensi, Capo? Sei disposto a riconsiderare... (What do you think, Capo? Are you willing to reconsider…)" a barely audible groan sounded somewhere to the side, and without even breaking form, Dario lifted his gun and silenced the man forever. Vincenzo hadn't even bothered to look, a small smile gracing his lips, "o forse mi stancherò di questo gioco (or perhaps I shall tire of this game.)"
Sebastian accepted the rolled-up document carefully, along with his orders: "Take this to my place, Sebastian. I'll bring it to Don Fabio tomorrow. No need to disturb his sleep over it."
"Sì, Consigliere," he nodded, once to Vincenzo, then again to Dario and Luca behind him. Without further comment, he turned and exited down the long hallway.
"Dario," said Vincenzo softly, but the man was already nodding.
"Sarà fatto come vuoi, (Your will be done, Consigliere.)" That earned a small smile from Vincenzo, and a returning grin from Dario.
"After you are finished, you are dismissed. Enjoy your night, Dario," Vincenzo's eyes held all sorts of sinful insinuations, and two of the only three people in the world who could recognize the actual amusement his eyes were right here in this room.
Dario quirked his lips, bowing his head once before resuming his task of clearing the bodies and ridding the evidence. Opposite him, Luca stood to attention as Vincenzo strode out of the room, calling his name. Shooting the other a glance, Luca followed dutifully.
He wouldn't put it past Vincenzo's brand of dark humour to be the reason behind booking the room right next door for the night, but that was where they strode into. Luca carried out his ingrained sweep of the premises – despite both he and Sebastian already clearing it earlier that evening – before turning back to see Vincenzo eyeing the bloodstains on his beloved Boolaroo jacket.
By now, Luca held no reservations striding up beside his boss as Vincenzo made his way to the ensuite. There, he washed his hands methodically, and then turned to Luca who held out a towel, wiping them dry. Luca felt Vincenzo's gaze on him as he put away the towel, and then circled around to divest Vincenzo of his jacket.
Vincenzo stood still, watching like a hawk, until Luca raised his eyes and met his. Usually, Vincenzo would have started unbuttoning his cuffs to shrug off his shirt by now. His pyjamas already clean and waiting for him in the room.
Catching the other's gaze, Luca felt a familiar thrill run up his spine at the dark hunger in Vincenzo's eyes. The menacing satisfaction of another checkmate; another successful hunt; another enemy destroyed. The molten gaze melted everything away, until all he could see was Vincenzo. He glanced once, down to where Vincenzo's hands continued to lay limply by his sides, before he steadied his resolve and prepared for the worst.
Taking a risk, he carefully picked up Vincenzo's hands in his, swiping his thumb across the damp moisture left over. He met Vincenzo's gaze, breath held, wondering if tonight would end with his head served on a platter to his father. He resisted a chuckle, definitely not something he'd put past Vincenzo doing.
As if sensing his humour, Vincenzo tilted his head, blinking slowly at him. He truly resembled his moniker in moments like this. A satiated cat, humouring the sight of prey before it. Vincenzo watched silently as Luca brought his hands up. And then placing the softest, most reverent of kisses on them.
The hunger in Vincenzo's eyes burned, and one moment Luca felt a firm grip grasp at the collar of his shirt – and him instinctively squeezing his eyes shut, anticipating death – and the next moment, a soft set of lips were on his. Not even waiting for him to catch up, a hot tongue slipped through his lips and mapped his mouth like it was conquered territory. It was.
Luca's eyes shot open to see Vincenzo still staring at him; even whilst he devoured Luca. Throwing caution to the wind, he released Vincenzo's hands and wound his arms around the other's slim waist. But before he could pull him closer, Vincenzo's low voice rang out.
"Cosa farai per me, (What will you do for me, Luca?)" came the question. His answer came all too easily.
"Qualsiasi cosa (Anything.)"
Looking like the cat that had caught yet another poor soul in its claws, Vincenzo released him and turned to exit. It took a second before Luca's mind caught up and he followed. Finding Vincenzo sitting on the edge of the bed, loosening his cuffs and tie, then leaning back and watching Luca.
It felt natural for Luca to step in close, to fall willingly to his knees, between his Consigliere's legs. It earned him long fingers winding around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Luca ran his palms up those smooth slacks, heart thudding loudly in his ears.
He tipped his head up to lock eyes with Vincenzo, as he smoothly unclasped and unzipped the pants. Fingers diving in and revealing the prize within. He had never slept with a man before, yet his mouth watered at the soft exhale that escaped Vincenzo as he stroked the other to hardness.
Making sure his Consigliere was watching, Luca leaned forward and swallowed him down. Those fingers, that had just killed three men and been covered in the blood of four just minutes earlier, dug into the back of his neck. They ran up the back of his head, combing through his hair.
Luca recalled everything he had liked done to him in the past, and performed them on Vincenzo with fervour. He took silent notes when Vincenzo's fingers would tighten and tug, when they would push his head down further.
He hadn't even touched himself. Listening to Vincenzo's breathing turn heavy, turn ragged, was enough for his body to feel hot all over. For him to be right on the edge with the other. Right as he felt the other's body begin to tense up, he was suddenly pulled off and wrenched violently up.
An iron grip wound around his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss as a hand snaked down Luca's own pants, pulling his cock out and pressing both their lengths together. Luca groaned into Vincenzo's mouth, fumbling to wrap over Vincenzo's hand, joining them in pumping fervently.
He leaned into their kiss, emboldened as Vincenzo willingly leant back until Luca was pressing his entire body to the bed. Vincenzo's hand movements stuttered, and Luca pulled away enough to watch him sigh and tip his head back, eyes sliding shut in climax. The mere sight pushed Luca off the edge himself, hips jerking.
As they caught their breath, Luca's brain struggled to comprehend what had just transpired. What Vincenzo had just let happen. Slowly, cautiously, he pushed off the other. Vincenzo's eyes were still closed, but eventually they opened; shining in satisfaction.
"Se vuoi cogliere le celebrazioni, è meglio che te ne vada subito, (If you want to catch the celebrations, you'd best leave quickly,)" Vincenzo drawled. As if nothing had just happened.
Luca watched him for a moment, before venturing, "…e se non lo faccio? (…and if I don't?)" It earned him a slow smile, lithe body beneath his stretching out languidly, dark eyes drawing him closer.
The *spicy* parts of this chapter was inspired by doyou000me's "Gatto Sazio (The Man That Luca Knows)" fic on AO3!
So this chapter is dedicated to them :)
Luca is 23 - 25 in this chapter.
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