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Chance woke up gradually, his eyes fluttering open to find Mafioso still there, his arms securely wrapped around him. The sight brought a genuine smile to his face, one that reached his eyes.
"You stayed..." He murmured, snuggling closer, his voice filled with a warmth that was as surprising to him as it was to Mafioso.
"Of course, I did," Mafioso responded, his own smile soft and gentle. Before Chance could say another word, Mafioso leaned in and placed a kiss on his forehead. "I promised you," he reminded, his voice low and rumbling. Chance's cheeks flushed a deep red.
"You can't just do that!" Chance protested, trying to wriggle away from Mafioso's embrace, his heart racing. However, he found himself immediately missing the contact.
"And why can't I?" Mafioso's tone was playful, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched Chance's reaction.
"It's my job..." Chance mumbled into the pillow, feeling his cheeks heat up even more. He could feel Mafioso's chuckle resonate through the apartment, his fingers gently carding through Chance's hair.
"If you wanted to, I wouldn't stop you," Mafioso replied, his voice a gentle purr.
They stayed like that for a while, the quiet of the room filled only by the sound of their synchronized breathing. Eventually, Mafioso broke the silence.
"What're you thinking about?" Chance shifted slightly, just enough to look at Mafioso. Without his fedora, his eyes and bunny ears were fully exposed. Chance searched his gaze, seeing the concern etched into Mafioso's features.
"What is this? What are we?" Chance asked, looking away again. Mafioso's response was quiet but firm.
"I think we both know. Even if we aren't ready to come to terms with it yet." Chance took a deep, shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest.
"But what if I want to come to terms with it? What if I want to hear you to say what this is..?" He paused, his voice trailing off. "What we are..." There was a moment of tension, the air thick with unspoken words, until Mafioso leaned in.
"I love you Chance, I have for a while now."
Chance's heart was pounding in his chest. "You... you just... said it outright." Mafioso's arms tightened around him slightly, and Chance felt the warmth of his breath against his neck.
"You asked me not to lie to you,"
"I love you too... Mafi..."
With a tremble in his hand, Chance cupped Mafioso's face, pulling him into a tender kiss that seemed to bridge the gap between their two worlds. They broke apart.
"You said I could if I wanted to," Chance's usual confidence returned, now underlaid with affection. "And I do." He kissed Mafioso again, his heart fluttering with a newfound hope. Maybe, their worlds wouldn't have to be so separate after all.
"You hungry?" Mafioso asked, his tone light, trying to diffuse the heavy emotions that lingered in the air.
"Yeah," Chance nodded, his eyes still locked onto Mafioso's. "A little bit." Mafioso pulled away, standing up with a gentle smile. Chance sat upright in bed, watching him, a hint of sadness in his eyes as the moment of had ended. "Where are you going?" Mafioso looked down at him, his ears perking up slightly.
"You said you were hungry, I was going to make you something." Chance nodded be fore he searched the room with his eyes, looking for something familiar. "What're you looking for?" Mafioso inquired, curiosity tinting his voice.
"Spade," Chance replied, as he looked back to Mafioso. "My pet bunny, black ears just like yours."
"You never told me you had a bunny,"
"What you jealous shes my favorite bunny and not you?" Mafioso didn't react except for a slight twitch of his ears, which Chance was finally starting to understand as one of Mafioso's tells.
"I'll tell you if I see her."
"Spade is going to be so mad at me." Chance laughs as he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. "I definitely forgot to feed her, she's gonna kill me when she wakes up." He stands up, stretching out his limbs. "I'd better go apologize before she starts chewing on my favorite shoes again." He walks out of the bedroom to find Spade asleep next to her empty food bowl. "Looks like she's out cold," he calls back to Mafioso.
"How about feeding yourself first?" Mafioso sets down the plates on the kitchen counter, his gaze following Chance.
"Grilled cheese? How cutely domestic of you," Chance says with a smirk as he looks down at the food. "You're really going all out to win me over, aren't you?" Mafioso's ears twitch again, but he maintains his poker face, letting the quiet victory of Chance's smile be his reward. Chance takes a seat at the kitchen counter, watching Mafioso work. He picks up a sandwich and takes a bite, his eyes widening with surprise.
"This is... really good actually." He looks up at Mafioso with genuine amazement. "Where did you learn to cook?"
"Mostly from my mother," Mafioso says, dropping another sandwich onto the plate. "She was keen on teaching me." Chance's smile broadens as he Continues eating. He liked this side of Mafioso he liked that Mafioso felt same enough to share it.
(Time skip)
"Can I touch them?" Chamce asked randomly while Mafioso was watching the news. Chance had his head in Mafioso's lap, letting his mind wander while Mafioso carded through his hair, until an idea came to him. "Your ears," Mafioso looked down at Chance with slight confusion, but there was a gentle curiosity in his gaze. "They look so... soft." Chance touched the bunny ears tentatively, feeling the velvety fur beneath his fingertips.
"Mhm, they are," Mafioso murmured, his voice low and a bit husky. He didn't pull away or react with the usual sharpness that Chance was accustomed to.
"Are you going to fall asleep?" Chance teases, continuing to ghost over Mafioso's ears, enjoying the way Mafioso's eyes fluttered slightly with every touch.
"If you keep touching like that, I might..." Mafioso's voice was meant to be sharp, but it came out quiet, betraying his vulnerability.
"Well, in that case," Chance says with a mischievous grin, his hand still playing with Mafioso's ears. "I'll keep going for a while longer."