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The mafialings are patrolling the casino to make sure that everything is going smoothly. Everyone is having fun gambling and drinking. Money isn’t quite an object in this place, it’s like life support for these rich individuals. Mafioso and Chance on the other hand are playing Uno in the staff only lounge room and it’s their third round: Chance won the first round while Mafioso won the second round. Now it’s up to debate whether one of them will win the third round. The two look at the stack of cards that are lying on the table and then at each other, the gambler has only two cards left in their hands while the mafia boss has ten because he had to take four cards. He leans on the couch and sips on his glass of whiskey as he watches Chance slam a red uno reverse card while yelling “UNO!” Mafioso bites on his teeth and Chance lays his last card on the stack. Mafioso slams his fist on the table and screams out of frustration, showing his remaining cards and accidentally waking up Gubby from its deep slumber before returning to sleep.
“I won!” Chance laughs in pride, he almost falls out of his chair. But he seems to notice tears forming in his eyes. They stand up from their chair and lean over to Mafioso, who’s pouting and stomping his foot on the ground like a moody rabbit whenever Chance tried to say anything. His behavior seems childish but it’s rabbit behavior. Chance reassures him that it’s just a game of uno and that he did his best while patting him on his shoulder, which sends down a shiver down his spine. He seems to enjoy it and started blushing profusely, trying to hide his smile. Chance looks at him with a raised eyebrow and asked him if he wants them to praise him more. Mafioso nods and there is a moment of silence.
“Sorry if it sounded weird.” Chance apologizes, scratching on the back of his head and looking away. Mafioso doesn’t mind that and is glad that he can spend some lovely time with his business partner, or currently his lover who’s formerly his enemy he wished death upon them. He lies down on the couch but he’s so tall that he takes up the entire space of the couch. He asks the gambler if they don’t mind sitting on his lap because of that, they don’t mind being on his lap and told him to just make sure there is still enough room for him. Mafioso scoots over so that they can sit without feeling uncomfortable, to which they happily lays on top of him. They’re currently sitting on his lap like a second mattress.
“You feel comfortable, bunny?” Mafioso says quietly, smiling at the nervous expression on the gambler’s face. He can feel Chance’s hands brushing against his linen dress shirt underneath the leather suspenders and his fingers gently massaging his chest. Chance asks him if he can kiss him, Mafioso smiles even wider, making an amusing :3 face. Their faces get closer to each other and do a little Eskimo kiss before really kissing each other. Their lips touch softly, sharing the warmth of their love inside their hearts as the radio plays “Quarto de Hotel” from Hareton Salvanini in the background. They stop for a moment and they smile at each other. Chance caresses his left hand on his chin, his thumb gently rubbing on the scar which seems to make him blush even harder, while his other hand slowly unbuttons his shirt a bit. He leans to his ear and whispers which part he wants to get kissed first. Mafioso wants a kiss on the cheek and so he receives it. Chance thinks of kissing him somewhere else and kissed him on his neck, making him gasp. Mafioso throws his head back, dropping his fedora on the floor as he lets out a shivering moan, clearly enjoying every kiss that gambler has given on his neck. He can feel the lukewarm touch of his lips stimulate every nerve under his skin for two minutes, savoring the heat that is building up every second. The dopamine fills his body up with pure joy and pleasure, heating up the air even more. There is now a hickey on the left side of his neck. Mafioso can’t stop whimpering and covers his face with his left arm to cover his shy face. Chance looks up to him and chuckles.
“Why you hiding your face like that, huh?” He says softly, “you look so cute when you do that, my dear.”
“Really?” Mafioso asks shyly, Chance responds with “Of course, Donni. I love it when you act all scary and then become so soft, I just wanna kiss you.” He gives him a kiss on the cheek again which clicks something in his brain that makes him whimper again, tearing up from the stimulation hitting the right neurons. Chance reaches out his other hand towards his chest but stops for a moment.
“Is it okay if I touch your chest?” He asks.
”Go ahead, just please not too hard.” Mafioso responds. Chance gives his left soft pectoral a little squeeze, making him whimper even harder. He feels something hard and poking in his pants and crosses his legs to try putting it under control. Chance takes notice of this and caresses their left hand from his chin to his hair, praising him for doing a good job knocking out every debtor’s teeth when they don’t pay their debts(despite being one) and for being such a good boy. Mafioso smiles through all these words and snuggles with them. Such beautiful and kind words makes him feel so warm, happy and loved. It feels so good to get praised by the person you love the most.
“Hah~ Do you know~ who else will like being praised?” He asks.
“Who?” Chance wonders.
“Elliot.”
“You mean the pizza guy, at Builder Brothers Pizzeria?”
“Yes, the pizza guy. But I’m not gonna do it if you’re not okay with it.” Mafioso affirms. Chance isn’t opposed to the idea but he’s not sure if Elliot is free at the moment since he needs to close the pizzeria for the night. Mafioso thinks of calling him since he knows the opening and closing time from memory, it’s a Wednesday so the closing time will be now 19:30. It’s currently 19:25 so he still has some time. Chance stands up so that he can let him walk towards the other side of the room and dial in the number of the pizzeria on the telephone that is screwed on the wall. Gubby wakes up and sprints up to Mafioso, wanting to be on his shoulder. He gently picks up the bunny and puts it on his shoulder, giving it little kisses on the forehead. He hears a beep and hearing Elliot’s voice softens him even more.
“Welcome to Builder Brothers Pizzeria. I’m sorry to inform you that we are currently closing the pizzeria at the moment.”
“It’s okay. I’m not here to order pizzas anyway.”
“What is it?”
“Will you come over to the lounge area of the casino? I want to give you a gift.”
“A-a gift?”
“Yes, Elliot. But don’t rush, okay. You can close the pizzeria first and then come to the casino, the private lounge area is on the ground floor and you should enter from behind. If you see a door with a sign that says “staff only”, than you’re at the right place.”
“Th- Thanks f- Thanks for the offer.”
“No problem, mio caro.”
Mafioso hangs up the phone and chuckles to himself, he turns to Chance who was just staring at the wall pretending like he didn’t catch a glimpse of his nicely trained muscles.
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Elliot starts blushing heavily when the call ended, he didn’t expect to be invited to such luxurious place before. He recognizes the voice of Mafioso pretty well. He is also confused about the ‘mio caro’ thing he said before ending the phone call. He hops on his motorcycle after cleaning up every room of the pizzeria, turning off the lights and closing the doors for the night. As he revs the engine, he takes out an invitation card that was slipped in his pocket a long time ago. It was an invitation card to the casino and it has the address on it with the name on it of the place. He closes his eyes for a moment to be sure that he memorizes the address, knowing its not really far away from the college he used to attend. Elliot takes a deep breath and puts the card back in his pocket, driving to the casino.
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“So you’re his best friend, am I right?” Mafioso asks Chance, he affirms. The two are talking about Elliot and his work, his behavior and so on. Gubby is sitting on Mafioso’s lap listening to the two talking. Chance claims that they and Elliot became best friends when they saved his career because they gave him a lot of money to rebuild the pizzeria when it burned down, also that they were once called “the best customer”. They also recall the time that Elliot had been sleeping during his shift due to working overtime, his co-worker had to physically drag him to the lounge area to rest. Mafioso thinks it’s typical of him since he does overwork himself to death. He takes out a loose keychain he found yesterday on the floor. It is an acrylic nyan cat keychain with a silver ring on it that also has two smaller star keychains and one pop tart keychain. Gubby meeps and plays with it like a little toy, which makes Mafioso laugh. Chance’s eyes widen through this sunglasses and realizes that it’s a gift from him and that it matches with his tac nayn keychain that are hanging on his car keys. Gubby suddenly hears footsteps and starts getting the zoomies, jumping off of Mafioso’s lap and runs towards the back door scratching on the surface with its tiny paws.
“Elliot must be here.” Chance points out. Mafioso has just put burgundy blush lipstick from Maybelline on his lips in case he’s gonna kiss and opens the back door to see Elliot standing there holding his messenger bag covered with tons of stickers and pins timidly and dark circles under his eyes like usual, his face inches away from his chest due to the height difference. He invites the pizza boy into the lounge room. The room is big, with very chique bunny murals on the walls and lamps that illuminate the room with their yellow lights, giving the room a kind of romantic atmosphere. There are three couches surrounding a round glass table and even a bar and a shelf with tons of card games and other stuff. Chance heartily welcomes him and gestures to sit down. Elliot sits down and Mafioso sits beside him, he can smell that pungent and fragrant scent of the Jean-Paul Gauthier Le Male cologne that is lingering all over the mafia boss combined with the smokey sweet aroma of the whiskey he just drank from his glass. Gubby snuggles on Elliot’s lap and receives some headpats from him.
“Elliot, you seemed to drop something yesterday.” Mafioso recalls as he hands Elliot the keychain he had found, he thanks him for finding it and that he has been looking for it all day long. Chance takes out a stack of Uno cards and asks if they want to play uno. Mafioso and Elliot look at each other and nods.
20 minutes later
It’s the fifth round. Mafioso won the first round while Chance won the second and fourth round, and Elliot won the third round. Elliot changes to yellow, which makes Chance quite annoyed. Mafioso gets a bit nervous and notices that Elliot only has two cards left. It’s his turn and he pulls out a yellow Uno reverse card, now it’s Elliot’s turn again. He lays a yellow card and yells “UNO!”, Chance opens his mouth out of shock and picks out a card from the stack. Mafioso lays his card and Elliot lays his last card and wins the round.
“Well it’s a tie between me and Elliot, but the winner is Elliot.” Chance says. Mafioso smiles because it’s now an opportunity to give the winner a kiss. He had already tested if the lipstick is kiss proof by giving Gubby a kiss on the forehead, it does leave a mark but it doesn’t smudge.
“Come here, tesoro.” He says with a beckoning gesture while leaning on the sofa and having his legs spread open. Elliot gets uncomfortable with the way he sits, so he crosses his legs instead. He reassures him that he’s not gonna bite and it’s gonna be okay. Elliot walks up to Mafioso and sits on his lap, receiving a gentle hug from the mafia boss. Mafioso kisses him on the forehead, both of his cheeks and on his nose. Elliot blushes very hard and hides his face with his visor, getting all flustered but loving all the attention he receives. He gives him a head pat as well, which unintentionally squishes his face onto his nicely plump chest.
“What about me? I still won.” Chance asks, wanting a kiss too. Mafioso, with Elliot standing next to him, looks at him with an “are you kidding me” face. He grabs a coin and throws to at them like it’s a grenade, smacking their forehead but they grab the coin just in time. Chance grins and asks the two for a three way kiss instead. Mafioso and Elliot look at each other and agrees that Chance is a fricking moron, but smiling because they quite of a charm. If the coin lands on head, three way kiss. If the coin lands on tails, also three way kiss. Chance does a coin toss and it lands on head. So three way kiss. Mafioso asks Elliot if he’s okay with it, Elliot gets nervous but says that he’s okay with it. Mafioso lays down with Elliot on his lap and Chance sitting right next to him in this following position: Mafioso laying down on the sofa, Elliot in the middle sitting on his lap and Chance being on top of him. Elliot feels awkward between the two and tears start to form because he’s feeling something poking underneath and because he’s kneeled down in a position that causes that static sensation on his feet. Chance smiles at him as they sit down with their face facing him and he can feel his bottom touching Mafioso’s groin even more, making him blush even harder. They grab him by the legs to make sure they aren’t in the kneeling position and are straighten out. Elliot gets really nervous because he’s literally sitting on an older man’s lap while an also older person is sitting on HIS lap too.
“Are you feeling comfortable, El?” Chance asks him. Elliot nods but he seems to be shaking. Mafioso hugs him tightly from behind, which gives him some comfort from the situation he’s in. Elliot asks him to soften up his embrace, to which Mafioso does what he asks. Chance looks at him and whispers to him if he’s ready to praise the pizza boy. Mafioso pulls Elliot closer to him by grabbing his face and kisses him on the right side of his head while Chance kisses him on his earlobe. Elliot screams out of pure bliss and gets all dizzy, which adores the two individuals. They can clearly see how he loves these kind gestures. Mafioso snuggles with him while Chance calls him a good boy. Elliot has his face on Mafioso’s chest and can clearly see how the suspenders make them look more squishier, resembling a big and soft pillow. He hugs him in return and calms down, loving the head pats he receives and getting very sleepy. Gubby joins the bunch and sits on Mafioso’s lap too, meeping cutely while wagging its tail. It snuggles along with them, which seems to melt the hearts of all three of them. Chance stands up to grab for himself and Mafioso glass of Jack Daniels whiskey and for Elliot a raspberry mocktail, he also pours for Gubby a shot of water. Gubby immediately hops on the table to sip of his water, melting their hearts once more. Elliot excuses himself to the bathroom real quick, leaving just Mafioso and Chance in the lounge room.
“Chance?”
“What’s up, Don?”
“Are we getting too rough on Elliot?”
“Why do you ask?” There is a moment of silence. Mafioso frowns and fidgets on his watch, both of his hands covering his groin and visibly upset. Chance walks up to him and pats him on the back, he wonders if Elliot is uncomfortable with the display. Chance can see why he’s thinking this way since Elliot was nervous during all of this and how he looked like he’s about to cry when he’s between them and Mafioso. The two take a sip from their glasses and sit down awkwardly, Chance takes off his sunglasses and wipes off the sweat off his face with a handkerchief.
“Why am I like this?” Mafioso murmurs to himself, slightly shuffling his glass onto the paper coaster. He feels ashamed of himself and how he feels around the pizza guy, like he’s been unfaithful to his lover. Even thought Chance agrees on it, he still feels disgusted. Love is stupid.
“Look, Chance. I’ve been struggling with understanding how emotions work for years.” Mafioso explains himself, “Some emotions can be easily expressed but sometimes… there are no words that describe a certain feeling. Like the one I’m feeling right now..”
“I get it, Don. It’s difficult to express your feelings about another person, especially when you love them.” Chance responds, “but you don’t have to be ashamed of it. Besides, Elliot needs time to sort things out, you know.”
“I guess so, he doesn’t seem to be ready.”
Mafioso ponders to himself about what Elliot went through but he feels Chance’s warm grip on his hand, he shivers from excitement and gets all flustered. He crosses his legs because he feels so warm inside and it feels so comforting, he turns his head to see Chance leaning their head on his shoulder and their arms wrapped around his as “L.O.V.E” from Frank Sinatra plays through the radio. Mafioso chuckles and so does Chance. The two turn their heads towards each other and it’s the very first time that they see each other’s eyes.
Chance has beautiful brown eyes that seems to have hints of yellow in them resembling the color of amber, but one eye is facing a different direction which adds to the uniqueness of them. Mafioso’s eyes on the other are black and expressionless with eyebags but the pupils seem to be a reddish color, which is quite peculiar for a Robloxian.
“Your eyes are so.. beautiful.” Mafioso says, clearly mesmerized by the colors. Chance smiles and thanks him for the compliment, coming closer to him and the two snuggle their heads together.
“Shall we go a little softer towards Elliot when he returns?” Mafioso whispers.
“We should.” Chance responds. Mafioso kisses him on the lips and grabs on his waist as they fall on the sofa in a passionate kiss. The giggles and small whimpers filling up the air lovely.