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*The gambler who once had it all was at a complete loss. Cold, pathetic, and rugged. His once fancy suit was now nothing but a sad withered brown shirt and pants.. if you could even consider the robes he was wearing clothes anymore. Besides that, they were freezing in the cold, shivering and barely being able to properly beg for anything at all.. even just a few coins.*
*He hugged himsef tightly, looking for a sliver of warmth, yet it did nothing to help his situation. At this rate, he would quite possibly freeze outside.. that was until they heard footsteps.*
*The familiar sound of boots hitting the ground, 'cept for the fact those boots were now stepping onto quite a bit of snow, it made the gambler's heart sink. Not here, and especially not now. There was no way *he* of all people could see him like this right now. Vulnerable, weak.. freezing themselves to death. It made him feel mortified.. yet the footsteps didn't stop.*
*Sonnellino and his men rolled up, with his boys having quite the group chuckle at Chance's unfortunate situation.*
"It would seem the gambler's luck has been caught in a drought, hasn't it?" *Consigliere's hands meticulously made their way to his sword, while the other goons giggled uncontrollably at the sight of Chance.*
"Da, indeed it has, Conny." *Soldier's grasp on his crowbar tightened, muttering something under his breath, presumably about how gamblers can't seem to handle the cold.*
*Mafioso looked slightly irritated at the words, but allowed them to take their battle stances... up until the other two spoke up.*
"We'll make this quick and easy, Chance. If that's even your real name..." *Caporegime readjusted his shades, cracking his fingers, while Contractee beamed with his wooden plank.*
"Waiting for your input, boss! Permission to bonk them in the head?--"
"Enough. Shut your mouths, now." *Don would raise his hand up, a signal for them to stay dead quiet.. else they'd probably be given extra chores back at the hideout or something. He spoke with barely contained anger in his tone, clenching his fist.*
"Don't speak ill of him." *And, in a quiet voice he quickly added...*
"...they've already been through enough as is."
*With that final remark, Mafioso quickly dscooped up Chance, making the gambler shiver from both the cold and the fear of what would happen to him. Even so, he gripped onto Mafioso for support, barely able to speak words.. only muttering into the mafia man's shoulder. The goons reluctantly picked up their feet, following their leader in silence. They knew better not to question their bosses' intentions, yet, they still complained amongst themselves.*
"Psst... why's boss so soft now?" *Caporegime would lean into Contractee's ear, before Contractee repeatedly loudly.*
"Why is boss so *chopped* now? Is that what you said--" *Caporegime quickly slapped his hand across Contractee's mouth, shutting up, which nea rly made Soldier lose his shit right there and then.. while Consigliere just facepalmed.*
"What part of be quiet do you bunch not understand? Sir Sonnellino doesn't need to spell it out for you."
*The bunch kept walking, with Mafioso occassionally giving his men side glances if he heard too loud of a snicker., keeping the shuddering gambler in his arms.*
*It wasn't a long walk from the casino, but for Chance it felt like forever.. until the warmness of the casino air finally hit him. It wasn't much, but it was a lot for their weak body. That sweet heat hit him so hard he hadn't noticed he was set down at a dinner table, filled to the brim with plates of food. Chance groggily opened his eyes, appalled at the sight infront of him. He was alone with none other than Don himself, having scolded and dismissed his boys prior.*
"Chance... eat up."
*Mafioso's voice was firm and demanding, though it held quite a bit of concern. The mafia man positioned himself right beside the gambler, feeding him a forkful from one of the many plates. Chance's lips trembled as he ate, but they weren't gonna say mo to a free meal.. even if it could potentially be his last one.*
*Don's smile turned more pleased as he fed Chance, noting the way he scarfed down absolutely everything he had given him.*
"Hm.. quite hungry, are we?"
*He couldn't help teasing the guy inbetween spoonfuls, satisfactory plastered on his own face. A mix of whimpers and moans of contentment escaped Chance's lips, still uneasy of his debt collector's intentions after all this feeding...*
*..surely all of this would come at a cost, wouldn't it?*
*They couldn't reflect on the aftermath much, only focused on eating as much as he could before he could potentially be killed, atleast giving an attempt to extend his lifespan just by a few minutes. Before Sonnellino knew it, all the plates were clean.. and nothing but the bones of the turkey remained aswell. Groans came out from Chance's mouth, giving a sad attempt to stand, but ultimately sitting back down.*
"F... fuuck... can't move...--" *A loud satisfied belch echoed from his throat before he could finish his sentence, grasping his stomach in both pain and pleasure. Mafioso licked his lips at the sight, picking up the gambler with surprising ease.*
"You're quite heavy.. let me help you, gambler."
*Chance gasped sharply as the mafia man picked him up. This was it. There was no way in hell they would live through this. Full, unable to move, weak.. it was so over...*
*...that was what the gambler thought until Mafioso laid him down on his bed, rubbing his swollen tum, keeping that same grin on his face. Chance absolutely melted into the soft rubs, confused but utterly thankful for the digestive help.*
*They settled into Mafioso's lavish bed, the mafia man now beginning to pepper his navel with kisses, spoiling the gambler rotten. Chance managed to speak up despite his fullness..*
"Auff... why are you doing this for me?.. I've lost it all, I don't deserve any of this--"
*Sonnellino quickly shushed him, wrapping his arms around his stuffed abdomen.*
"Consider this a Thanksgiving treat from me, gambler... and.. consider your debt 'temporarily' forgiven..."
"...or maybe permanently."
*Don cleared his throat loudly, still continuing with his oddly endearing antics. His fingers smoothly traced the outline of his full tum, assisting Chance in getting rid of the bloatedness.. despite how long it would take for it to fully go down.*
*The moment was a delightful scene, abnormal from the usual run-ins Mafioso would have with chasing Chance. The running, the fighting, the wails.. all of that was gone in this one moment.*
*...up until the goons busted the door open, Contractee's voice carrying through the loudest.*
"Boss boss boss! We want some attention tooooo!" *He wailed dramatically, sliding over and hugging Don's leg like a lovesick puppy, while the others stood behind glaring daggers into their own boss.*
*Consigliere cleared his throat, leaning against the doorframe.* "For the record, the reason I am here is to check on you. I do not have the same 'needy desires' these other fools have.."
*Sonnellino shook his head at his goons' antics, letting out a playful sigh as he continued rubbing Chance's organ.*
"Fine fine. Come in. Just don't be noisy, they are slowly falling asleep."
*The other goons rushed forward, while Consigliere was the last one, still hesitating even after being given permission. Caporegime settled to Chance's left, Soldier to Chance's right, and Contractee right beside Mafioso who was actively giving belly rubs to the gambler.. while Consigliere kept his distance on the edge of the bed, still gazing at Chance with a suspicious gaze.*
*Chance was shocked to say the last about their switch-up.. but assumed it was only because no one dared to go against the boss' orders...*
*Unless they all really liked him that much?... he found it hard to wrap his mind around it, but ultimately settled in for a long night of pampering.*