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After that night, Abbaccio couldn't get Bruno off his mind.
Even as Bruno held a gun to his head.
"Now, officer. You're going to walk away. You saw nothing."
That's right. He saw nothing. He didn't see the blood staining his black and white suit. He didn't see the red pouring across the cobblestones of the alley. There was no dead man at his feet. There was no scent of gunsmoke and death in the air.
Abbaccio could only nod, taking a step back. Bruno held steady, the barrel of the gun staring the cop down.
Leone Abbaccio saw nothing that afternoon.
But he saw everything that night.
Every drop of sweat. How Bruno's hair fell from his braid. The dark marks on his neck, how Bruno's eyes sparkled in the moonlight when everything was said and done.
Leone saw how Bruno took him, how his arched his back when Leone thrust just right -
Bruno looked like some sort of god in that sketchy bar. A glass of wine in his hand as women practically draped themselves at his feet. Leone had no idea why Bruno invited him to sit beside him, an arm draping over his shoulders nonchalantly. The space between them had vanished by the time their drinks were empty.
And they stumbled to Leone's apartment.
"Officer… are you going to treat me well?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"If that's what you want."
Bruno found that comment quite funny- amazed that a cop was somehow more respectful than any of the other men he'd gone home with.
"What if I want it rough?"
"Then that's what you will get."
Leone had him against the bedroom door, unable to keep his hands from roaming on the man's chest.
"What if I want you under me?"
"Then I'll open myself for you."
A purr vibrated through his chest, Bruno's arms wrapping around him.
"I'd like it any way you want it."
Leone scoffed into the man's hair, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. That was supposed to be his line, but it was charming to hear those words come from someone else's lips.
Fumbling with the door, Leone got them into the bedroom, Bruno casting his coat to the side. He was already fumbling with his zipper, kicking his shoes off as he moved towards the bed, laying on his back. His arms were spread outstretched, beckoning Leone in a most seductive manner.
Bruno was beautiful when he smiled. He radiated a brilliance that made the stars themselves beg at his feet.
He was even more brilliant when there were hickeys on his neck, hair fanning around him as he let Leone remove his pants.
"I must not be the first… how many have been where I am, Officer?"
"Far too many. One is too many when it could have been you."
Leone would swear up and down that Bruno blushed at that, eyes briefly glancing up at him as he watched Leone warm up the lube on he fingers, carefully begging to prepare his partner.
"You don't need to be so careful."
"What if I want to be?"
Bruno chuckled, face now tinted pink. He let his hands run down Leone's bare back, palms warm against his skin.
"Whatever you say, Leone."
God above forgive him. Leone could die happy, knowing his name had been given the blessing of being on Bruno's tongue.
He silenced Bruno with a kiss.
As their tongues moved in tandem, he could feel Bruno's chest rise and fall as their rib cages pressed close together. Leone almost wished for their bones to knit together, keeping them together for eternity. He wanted to stay like this forever.
He wanted to feel Bruno around him forever. He wanted Bruno to be within him forever. He wanted Bruno to be the only voice his ears heard, the only mouth on his own.
The warm metal of the barrel of a gun took him from his reminiscing. Pressed against the underside of his chin, he stiffed, hot breath brushing against his cheek as Bruno stared him down.
"A little distracted, are we not?"
Fuck. Of course he made himself hard thinking about all of that-
"Cute."
That was the last thing he expected Bruno to say, but he suspended his disbelief.
Especially as hot lips covered his own, the gun still under his chin.
Saliva bridged their lips as they separated, Bruno giving him a wink before removing the gun.
"Let's play again sometime Leone. I need a friend on the other side."
He sputtered for a moment, unable to form coherent words.
So the worst possible sentence fell from his mouth.
"Would you rather me be more than a friend?"
Bruno turned on his heel, blood covering his once-pristine black loafers.
"You know, I might just take you up on that." He said, a small smile on his lips. "But for now. This is goodbye."
And with that, he was gone.
Not even Leone saw him leave.
Leone saw nothing. He didn't see the dead man on the ground. He didn't see the beauty with a gun and blood on his hands.
And he definitely didn't see the slip of paper in his hand, and the small broach that had been shoved in his pocket.
Nor did he see the date carved into the little beetles back.
There was no reason why he wrote that date on his calendar. There was no reason why he prepared so meticulously on that day.
No reason. No reason at all.