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“Leone-”
The breath was ripped from Bruno’s throat.
Slouched in the doorway of the hotel suite was Leone.
Although he… looked… bad.
Not ugly- Leone was the most beautiful man God could have ever created. But as he took a hesitant step forward, Bruno realized something was wrong.
Leone was hurt.
Any hesitation in his stride vanished, practically running from the small couch to his lover’s side.
“Leone- you’re-”
“Hurt?” Leone chuckled, voice deep and gravelly. “Yeah. The job’s done, but they got Moody. Bastards tried to kill her.”
A hesitant hand went to reach for Leone’s waist- but he recoiled before Bruno’s hand could even make contact.
Bruno’s eyes were wide, red spreading through the sleeve of his white linen shirt. “You need medical attention now.”
“Bruno, you really don’t need to make a scene of this…”
Casting Leone a most loving stern look, Bruno tugged him forward by the collar of his shirt. Sticky Fingers closed the door as Bruno dragged him to the bathroom, sitting him down on the edge of the tub.
Leone sighed. He knew the drill. They had done this a thousand times before. Sang this same song of ‘never be so reckless’ and danced the same dance around the words ‘I love you, that’s why I don’t want you to die.’
Removing his bloody and torn shirt, he tossed it behind him, into the tub. The marks on his chest were slashes, not deep enough for them to be alarmed, but nothing to scoff at.
Bruno washed his hands after running to their shared bedroom for a kit of medical supplies. Kneeling before Leone, he ripped open an alcohol wipe, using one hand to hold Leone’s torso steady as he began to disinfect.
“Can’t you just zip them up?” He hissed. No matter how many times they did this, the sharp sting of alcohol always made him tear up.
“No.” Bruno said, moving on to the next cut. “I cannot risk scarring or infection.”
Leone always asked the same question. He always got the same answer. Bruno simply wouldn’t let him risk it, even if the risk still brought a small spark to Leone’s eyes.
He should kiss the zippers when he was done.
With careful hands, he patted the wipe over a cut on Leone’s abdomen. It was the last one he could see on his chest. Tossing the wipe to the floor, he took two fingers and dragged them across each wound, a zipper appearing out of thin air and sealing the wound shut.
Rising to his feet, he went over to the sink, soaking a washcloth and wringing it out before kneeling again at Leone’s feet.
Leone's lipstick had faded. His eye-shadow had smeared. The dark circles that were embedded under his eyes were dark and deep.
It hurt Bruno, like nothing else, to see Leone like this.
But he kept his head down, patted away the drying blood from the zippers he created. The wounds should be healed in a few days, maybe a week. But he couldn't let Leone do anything strenuous during that time.
The part of his mind that was occupied solely by his duty if leadership screeched bloody murder about the inconvenience of such a thing- but he quickly silenced it. Leone was far more important than any mission he may be crucial for.
Running his fingers down Leone's chest, a low rumbling chuckle came in response.
"You're not gonna scold me?"
"No. I don't even know what you did."
Leone nodded. Seemed fair. He was really expecting to be talked down too while being patched up.
"Besides," Bruno said, running the washcloth down to Leone's waistband. "I could never bring myself to scold you for something like this."
"Even if I made you worry?"
Bruno shook his head. "I was- am worried, yes, but… I simply… Love you far too strongly."
Leone didn't respond.
Looking up, Bruno was caught off guard by the look of shock on Leone's face. It was like Bruno had never once told him he had loved him during their three year relationship.
"I mean it, Leone." He said, rising to his feet. "Do you have any other wounds?"
Slowly, with great care, Leone turned, baring his back to Bruno.
Bruno took a moment to stare.
Art. That’s what Leone was. He had the body of a work of art.
The people who dared to damage him deserved death.
A particularly nasty cut arced down his shoulder, but that was the extent of the damage.
Leone hissed and twitched as a fresh alcohol pad made contact with the wound, and Bruno felt something in his heart snap. This was for Leone’s health, yes, but it still hurt him.
Zipping the wound closed, he wiped it off as quickly as he could. Dropping the washcloth in the tub, he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Leone’s waist. Resting his forehead on Leone’s back, he spoke.
“I love you, Leone. I will kill the men who did this to you.”
Bruno Buciaratti was the kind of man who often had to choose his words carefully. Such bold proclamations had no place in negotiation and leadership.
But he didn’t miss the way Leone’s breath hitched.
"Say it again."
"I love you."
Bruno could feel Leone's lungs fill and collapse under his ribcage. He could hear a heartbeat if he pressed his ear against Leone's spine.
He knew. He knew he didn't say it enough. He could tell Leone he loved him a thousand times every single day and it would still never be enough. It would never be enough.
But it should have never stopped him from trying.
One of Leone's hands came to rest over one of Bruno's. The warmth was so familiar, so enticing. He wanted more.
Leone was injured, he couldn't risk a thing like that.
Leone started to move, catching Bruno off guard as he was gently pushed back, Leone turning himself to face his lover. Moving to the floor, he kneeled before Bruno. He could tell he was still in pain, and he wanted to kiss it all better, and naive as that thought may be.
A large hand pushed back a stray bit of black hair.
"I love you too."
Bruno reached out for the hand that rested on Leone's thigh. Their fingers laced together as Bruno felt an unexplained emotion well up within him.
"I hate seeing you like this. Hurt."
"I know."
Leone's blunt words offered no comfort, but the kiss he placed on the back of Bruno's hand offered made up for it a little.
"I… let's get you some painkillers and move you to the bedroom." Bruno said.
His lover only nodded.
Rising to their feet, Bruno found himself heartbroken as Leone unwound their hands, giving him a kiss on the cheek before hobbling to the bedroom. He needed to work quickly here- everything in the tub could be taken care of later.
Grabbing water and painkillers, Bruno made his way to the bedroom as well, handing the glass and pills off to Leone before moving to fix something in the closet.
“Not gonna kiss it better?”
Leone’s voice was light, a little teasing. Bruno turned, pajama shirt in hand, to look at him. “Hm?”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Leone looked remarkably handsome. Bare chest exposed, messy white hair falling over his face and across his shoulders.
“You don’t wanna try and relieve the pain like we usually do?”
Bruno couldn’t believe he forgot. He dropped the shirt in his hands to the floor, taking off his own loose top as he walked over to his lover. “I cannot believe I almost forgot.”
Leone snorted, spreading his legs a little as Bruno came to lean over him. “Never thought I’d see the day where you could forget such a thing.”
“Well, I appeared to be too distracted by other things,” Bruno said, pushing some of Leone’s hair from his face. “Far too occupied with staring at your handsome face.”
“Just say you were too enraged to think about plowing me.”
“I wouldn’t phrase it like that.”
“Yes, you’re quite right,” Leone said, arms grabbing the back of Bruno’s thighs, pulling him into his lap, uncaring of how his injuries ached. “You would never be so crude.”
“Leone, you need to be careful.” Bruno chided- although he didn’t do much else to stop the man from kissing down his neck. “I can’t risk messing with the healing process.”
“Then why don’t you take care of me, beloved?” Leone purred. His face made his words appear to be a challenge, coy yet bold. Dangling something very tempting right before Bruno’s face.
“You know it may be too strenuous upon your body- hah!” Bruno couldn’t stop a sigh from slipping past his lips, Leone nibbling into his neck, a hand moving up his thigh to grab at his ass. As much as Bruno may hate to admit it, he was remarkably aroused, and Leone was as well.
“Won’t be too bad if you take the lead…”
Well, Bruno really couldn’t argue with that. As dearly as he may wish to take complete control of Leone, he would have to restrain himself for Leone’s own good. But who ever said a heavy dose of romance was a bad thing?
“If you keep teasing I may have to punish you a little.” Bruno tutted, cupping Leone’s cheek, pulling his face from his chest and forcing their eyes to meet. Leone’s hands had grown impatient, digging into Bruno’s ass as he tried to keep his hips from rutting.
“How. How would you do it Bruno?”
Bruno leaned down, pressing another kiss to Leone’s lips. The faint residue of lipstick coating both of their lips now. “You’re going to have to wait and see.”
A groan was all Bruno got as he stepped out of Leone’s lap.
“On your back on the bed, Leone.”
Looking up at him through messy strands of white hair, Leone almost pouted- but his excitement got the better of him. Pulling himself completely onto the bed, he started to strip himself down, Bruno watching with intensity as black pants were tossed to the floor, besides shoes, socks, and of course Leone's underwear.
He was very hard, precum dripping onto his stomach as he lay back against the pillows, looking at Bruno with pleading eyes.
"You can speak Leone, you know I love your voice." Bruno said, climbing onto the bed, stroking Leone's cheek. "You're just too good for me, my dear."
Leone almost purred as Bruno kissed the corner of his mouth. "I love you."
Bruno smiled, dragging a hand down Leone's chest- taking care to avoid his injuries. "I love you too, my Lion."
Pale skin shuddered with breath- but then settled as Leone grew more comfortable. He lifted his arm around Bruno’s shoulder, bringing him closer, messily smashing their lips together.
Leaning into it, Bruno’s hand stayed on Leone’s cheek as their lips parted, tongues brushing against each other. Leone always loved things like this. He thrived on praise, sweet words and imperfect kisses.
Bruno wouldn’t have it any other way. If that’s what would make Leone feel better, he was more than happy to make it happen.
Leone’s tongue pulled away, lips brushing against Bruno’s weakly. A sign for him to start to take the lead. Bruno’s hand pulled up Leone’s cock, a groan pressed to Bruno’s mouth as he brushed over the head.
“Beautiful…”
An intense blush coated Leone’s face. His eyes were hooded, but not yet glassy with pleasure. He followed Bruno’s every movement, sharp eyes hardly missing a thing as Bruno slowly stroked him.
Leaning into the pale skin of Leone’s neck, he sighed. He could almost taste the familiar tang of sweat and Leone against his lips. Leone’s hips rocked, breath coming in gasps and pants as Bruno teased him.
“You want more, I know.”
Leone nodded, blinking down at Bruno.
“You’ll get it soon enough.” He said, pressing a kiss to Leone’s neck. “I don’t want to hurt you, you know this.”
“I know- Bruno… Please…”
Bruno hushed him, increasing his pace. “Just a bit more Leone… Then I’ll give you what you want.”
A shaky sigh, Leone tightening his grip around Bruno’s shoulders. Lifting his head on his weak neck, he pressed his face into Bruno’s collarbone. Catlike, almost, in how he nuzzled into Bruno’s skin.
“You’re too good to me, My Lion…”
Leone whined, breathless as his hips rutted, spilling into Bruno’s hand with little fanfare.
Giving him some time, Bruno felt Leone shift against his body. For a man as large as he was, it was always amusing to see him clingy and needy- but Bruno wouldn’t have it any other way.
Taking his hand away, Leone moved. Bruno could feel sharp eyes upon him as he brought his hand to his lips, unashamed as he licked it clean.
“You can ask for more, Leone.”
“...More?”
Sitting up, Bruno looked down his lover's torso. He could find a way to get himself inside of Leone without causing him too much pain. It would be a slow process, but it was possible.
Pressing a messy kiss to Leone’s cheek, he whispered into the skin of his jaw. “I could fuck you, if you wish.”
“Bruno… Yes.”
That was the answer he expected.
Scrambling over to the bedside table, Bruno blindly shoved his hand into one of the drawers, pulling out condoms and lube. Leone’s hand clutched his leg, like being without Bruno’s touch would kill him.
After finding everything he needed, he returned to his lover's arms.
Leone was sprawled upon the bed, hair a mess around him. Pale skin flushed between zipped-up wounds.
Beautiful. The most beautiful man in the world. Leone Abbaccio was the most beautiful man in the world.
Bruno sighed- he hardly paid much attention to how aroused he was, but his feelings suddenly hit him full-force as he slowly parted from his lover, moving between his legs.
Kneeling on the bed, Bruno pushed Leone’s legs how he pleased, pressing kisses to the inside of his thighs. Getting lube into one hand, he did his best to warm it between his fingers before pressing his fingers to Leone’s hole.
It took some time, but slowly, Bruno worked him open, one finger at a time. Leone sighed and groaned, cock quickly returning to attention once Bruno started to get his fingers inside.
Bruno worked with as much care as he could muster, but the way Leone’s walls felt around him was intoxicating. He wanted to be inside Leone like nothing else. It ate away at his mind, filling his every passing thought.
“ Hah- Bruno-”
Enough was enough. He knew Leone could take him. As much as he wanted to be sweet, he wanted to be back in Leone’s arms, feel Leone’s legs wrapped around his waist, press his lips to Leone’s neck.
Reaching for a condom, he removed his fingers, Leone groaning as he waited impatiently.
“So good Leone, so, so good for me.”
Leone cracked a breathless smile as Bruno worked the condom onto his cock. He had been hard the entire time, but was far too focused on Leone to do much about it.
“If you don’t get to it I’m gonna pin you down and fucking ride you.” Leone wheezed out, smile still on his lips.
Bruno huffed, lining himself up, lifting Leone’s leg a little. “Leone!”
“I know, vulgar. But if you don’t get inside me right now-”
Leone shut up as Bruno pressed into him.
He was silent, for a while. Mouth slightly parted. Eyes sort of hazy as he watched Bruno’s hips grow closer to his own.
Bruno shuddered at the feeling, the warmth. Fuck, Leone really was something else…
Leaning forward, Bruno got himself as deep as possible, grasping Leone’s hip in one hand and stabilizing himself with the other.
“ Fuck, Leone…”
Leone somehow managed to scoff, despite the cock in his ass. “Who’s vulgar now?”
A chuckle escaped Bruno. “I could have never asked for someone as perfect as yourself.”
About to reply, Leone was cut off with a moan as Bruno started moving.
“No fair- you can’t just- unh! Say that!”
“Why not?” Bruno purred, breath coming in pants. “It’s the truth.”
“You’re- Oh! In the process of-”
Bruno felt a smile curl onto his face. He loved it when Leone was like this. It was more casual, more loving. “What? What am I doing, Leone?”
Leone could only groan as Bruno kept fucking into him, wet smacks filling the room around them. “You’re- Hey! No fair!!”
“Hmm? How is this unfair?” Bruno asked, hand lazily pumping Leone’s erection.
“You can’t- Mnnn!”
It took a lot to suppress the urge to laugh- but being incredibly aroused certainly did the trick. Bruno couldn’t say much himself, groans coming freely from his lips as Leone shifted around him.
Leone whimpered, hands grasping out Bruno’s shoulders. “Bruno, I’m-”
“Shh... It’s ok, My Lion… Whenever-”
A pout on Leone’s face made him reconsider his statement. Of course Leone wanted to try and come together.
A breathless chuckle escaped him, Bruno leaning forward, pressing a messy kiss to Leone’s lips. The gesture was eaten up with great pleasure, even as Bruno removed his hand from Leone’s cock.
“Leone- Leone-”
Leone groaned, moving his hips in time with Bruno’s. Fuck, he was so close-
“Bruno, please… I want it…”
“I- I know-” Bruno groaned. He was almost there, just a bit more.
“I love you-” Leone sighed, breathlessly. He was pumping himself, messily kissing Bruno’s cheeks and lips in an effort to bring the peak faster, spur on the inevitable.
Bruno wanted to respond, but he couldn’t find the words. He came inside of Leone right as he felt familiar streaks of warmth splatter into his stomach.
They simply froze, for a moment. Catching their breath. Were this situation any different, Bruno would collapse onto Leone’s chest, and Leone would catch him in his arms and they would laugh.
But he couldn’t do that with the zippers that laced his lover’s body like tattoos.
Bruno was going to kill the men who did that to him-
“Hey. What ya thinking so hard about?”
Snapping to attention, Bruno blinked out of his little mental tangent. “Huh?”
“You seemed real focused on something. Get out of me I wanna get you cleaned up.”
“I’ll clean us up.” Bruno said, pulling out of Leone. Tying off the condom, he tossed it towards the trash can.
Only to miss it by like three feet.
Leone laughed, playfully smacking Bruno’s leg.
Bruno stuck out his tongue like a child, sliding off the bed to pick it up and bring them a washcloth.
Returning with the washcloth, he snorted when he saw Leone hunched over the vanity mirror, trying his best to detangle his hair.
“I could do that for you, you know.”
“Well, you took too long.”
Bruno raised his eyebrows, coming up behind Leone and grasping his chest with absolutely no shame. “Awww… Did ya really miss me that bad?”
Setting the brush down, Leone snatched the washcloth, giving his cock a loose rub before throwing it back at Bruno.
It landed on his chest with a loud smack, Bruno catching it before it fell to the floor.
“Clean up, I wanna go to bed.” Leone said, before finishing the arduous task of brushing his hair.
Bruno cleaned himself off, before tossing the cloth back to Leone. “You better wipe your damn ass before you crawl into bed with me.”
“I was gonna run to the bathroom, dear.”
“Mhm.” Bruno responded, pulling up the sheets and making himself comfortable. “Better be quick or you’re not gonna get a goodnight kiss.”
“I have to take my makeup off.”
“Hmm. Guess you’re right.”
There was a lot of shuffling around, Leone finishing with his hair and then going into the bathroom for what felt like hours before emerging back into their bedroom.
“All done now?” Bruno asked, cheek pressed against the pillow.
“I sure hope so.” Leone said, flicking on the bedside lamp to illuminate the room. But more importantly to illuminate Bruno’s face.
Bruno smiled. “Get in. I wanna kiss you goodnight.”
Pushing up the covers, Leone made himself comfortable. After turning off the lights, he faced his lover, he draped an arm over Bruno’s shoulders, leaning in for a brief kiss.
“Goodnight.”
Bruno took the chance to steal another kiss. “Goodnight my Lion.”
“I’ll see you in the morning, dear.”
“And I’ll see you as well.”
They could have gone on like this forever, but sleep was fast to overtake them. But something lay unspoken between them. Something they always wanted to say but never had enough time too.
“I Love You.”