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Gabe blamed the mission going wrong on a few things: his bad luck streak, the fact that it was October when he was assigned it, and that he could never have resisted the brown eyes of one Signore Gucci.
The fact of the matter was that things had gone wrong, and now he had to kill the very woman who had hired him before she hired someone else to finish off the Gucci heir and his new mistress. He wondered how long it would have taken her new guy to figure out that behind the panties and the corsets Maurizo Gucci had spent a fortune on lately was a man who could kill as easily as he breathed. Hell’s Kitchen would certainly target him if they ever found out he was living the high life as a prized (and very well hidden) lover of a fashion empire.
So Gabe sneaked out in the middle of the night before Mau’s meetings were over, hoping to make this kill short and sweet. Once he had Patrizia dead, both of his problems - being found out and Mau being in danger - would be over. It was almost too easy. He snuck into her apartment silently, minding the amounts of alcohol in his way. It seemed Italian women drank as much as their men, he thought with humor. All the better for him to do his work.
Patrizia Reggiani, neé Gucci, slept in her bed, her brown hair inflated in the current style. It looked like a fucking rat’s nest, in his opinion, but who was he to judge. He used 3-in-1 for his stringy hair, much to Mau’s eternal displeasure. He drugged her with enough to keep her sleeping for the whole night, then broke a few more bottles on the floor. When the cops would find her in her bathtub, drowned and with an empty one in her hand, they would assume the divorce had finally gotten to her. They would never detect Gabe’s favorite concoction - a morphine and atropine cocktail that killed in such a way that police never even knew it was poison.
With his obstacle removed, Gabe only had one more thing to do. He snuck into the cemetery close to Mau’s place, and made his way to the Angel’s statue at its center. He held his cross in one hand, and sunk down to his knees.
“Claire,” he said, addressing the angel, “I know I failed you. I wish more than anything that I had been able to save you that night. You never deserved to go out like that.”
The Angel remained silent, and he offered it a prayer.
“I’m in love again, Claire. Never thought that would happen, after you. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for moving on. I doubt I’ll go to the same place you’re in when I’m done with this life, but either way, I hope that you’re happy. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”
He pressed a kiss to his cross, then stood.
“My love,” a soft, accented voice called. Ah, damn. Gabe had lost track of time.
“Mau,” he greeted.
Mau joined him out in the cemetery, looking far too handsome to be among the dead. He pressed a hot, claiming kiss to Gabe’s lips, and the acclaimed assassin of Hell’s Kitchen melted into it, gripping Mau’s hair with his hands. Mau’s glasses pressed against him as he deepened the kiss, moving forward to press Gabe against the statue.
“Mau,” Gabe said, reluctantly pulling away, “we’re in a holy place.”
“All of Italy is a holy place. I have just heard my darling one say that he loves me. You must deal with the consequences of your word, my beloved Gabriel,” Mau teased, “Now kneel.”
Gabe fell to his knees, clinging to Mau like a desperate sinner clinging to a priest.
“To what do you confess, my dear one?” Mau asked, slowly removing his belt and undoing his fly.
“Forgive me, for I have sinned,” Gabe quoted, licking the piece of fabric covering his lover’s cock, “I have taken an innocent life on this night.”
“You have crossed a moral line,” Mau said, gently taking his cock out and placing it at the tip of Gabriel’s lips, eyes heady, “Now you must be punished.”
Gabe faithfully opened his mouth wide, and Maurizio pressed his cock inside, groaning. “Now suck,” he ordered, “and I shall recite. Only when I have finished will you be forgiven.”
Yes, Gabriel mentally swore, before hollowing his cheeks and sucking on his lover’s thick and delicious cock. He loved the way Maurizio tasted, had loved it since the beginning. When he took him all the way - a bonus of not having a gag reflex - Maurizio made the most wonderful of noises.
“O Lord, Jesus Christ, Redeemer and Saviour, forgive his sins,” Maurizio began. His voice was still without a tremor, so Gabriel began licking at his cock with practiced rhythms, undulating his lover up and down his throat.
“Fuck, my love, keep going - mio Dio - Count not his transgressions…Remember not his iniquities,” Mau began, and then began cursing in a variety of Italian under his breath when Gabe began fondling his balls with one of his hands, using the other to hold onto his cross as he sucked Mau’s soul out through his dick.
“Hah, fuck - I’m so close, my darling one, let me just, ah, just like that yes mi Angelo - …he longs to be true to Your Word… and he promises to give You praise… and service… all his life.”
Mau had skipped some very important parts of that verse, but Gabe didn’t mind. It seemed his lover was indeed appreciating the praise and service that he was currently being given. He upped the notch by fully deep-throating Mau, and pressing his tongue underneath his cock the way he knew he liked best.
With a cry of “Tesoro!” Mau finished down his throat, heavily heaving and glasses fogged. Gabe stood, his knees in pain from kneeling for so long, and stuck out his tongue to show Mau that he had swallowed.
“Bene, my darling,” Mau said, a little out of breath but still obviously raring to go for when they returned to their bedroom, “are your chores done for the night? Come inside, and I’ll give you your sleep medicine.”
By that, Mau meant absolutely amazing sex, as Gabe oculdn’t sleep unless he had been fucked to kingdom come.
“Yes, my love,” Gabe said, linking arms with Mau as they left the cemetery, and mentally checking off both sex in a public and holy place on his kink list.
“And Patrizia?” Mau enquired, cocking his head.
“She won’t be bothering us anymore,” Gabe answered, and enjoyed the kiss that that response gifted him on his new golden band that he wore on his left ring finger. Yes, this mission had been doomed from the beginning, but now he had everything he ever wanted, and he would perform any acts necessary to keep it.