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“Woah!”
At the noise, Sonnellino quickly stirred awake. Sitting up, he unintentionally stirred Chance. Moving an arm to help them settle down beside him, he looked over to where the voice came from.
He was met with Contractee’s wide eyes, Soldier’s gaping mouth, and Caporegime’s flat stare.
“… is it morning?” Chance asked, still somewhat groggy. Then, looking over at the doorway, they stiffened. “Oh. Uh… hey guys…”
Contractee was the first to move. Retrieving the knife from his pocket, he stormed over to them.
“Back off from the boss you damn—!”
“Wait, it’s not like that at all!” They yelled, simultaneously fearful and disgusted at the prospect.
“Sofferenza.”
At once, Contractee halted in place. The fury in his eyes was at once replaced with a stupefied look. His shock was shared with Soldier, who gaped all the more while Caporegime’s brow raised.
They hadn’t heard him call out their names in a long, long time. And quickly, did Contractee realize his mistake. Glancing between Maf and Chance, he was frozen in place. “… sir,” he eventually said, still somewhat uncomfortable with Chance’s presence.
“I know. I trust them completely, though.”
Contractee’s frown widened.
“… right.”
Putting away his knife, he moved back to the doorway. “… sorry,” he said, quiet yet all too audibly with how the room had gone still from the moment.
“You’re fine. Take a break. My treat.”
It was the best Maf could do at the moment. Even so, he saw how he shifted his feet in place before sighing. “Right. Later.”
With that, he left. Moving past the other two goons with his head cast down, he kept his gaze hidden. Having watched the encounter, Chance quietly scooted themself closer against him. “Uh. Sorry…”
Glancing between them and his men at the doorway, Maf sighed. “It’s not your fault. I didn’t think ahead.”
Still standing there, Soldier coughed.
“I was, uh, gonna help Caporegime change the bandages and gauze.” They didn’t look at them. “We can come back later if—”
“No,” Caporegime cut in, voice barely betraying his weariness. “If we don’t clean his wounds, the odds of him getting an infection increase.”
“Oh. Well… you know more about it than me.”
Caporegime turned back to them. “Well?”
Despite the phrasing, Maf knew it wasn’t a request. Turning back to Chance, he said, sheepishly, “Sorry.” Fully awake, his mind thought back to what’d happened earlier. To the realization that they’d-… that they felt the same. Had remained like he asked. Caught up in his feelings, he leaned against them. A hand wandering over to theirs, he clasped it.
Although they’d both just been caught in bed together, let alone by his own men, Maf was just elated.
When he risked a glance at them, catching how their weak smile at the others turned into a smile at the touch—looking back at him with such soft eyes—he gave in. Although they’d only now just started dating, he nuzzled against them. Burying his head at their shoulder. His men watching be damned.
At the affection, Chance laughed. Caught off guard and amazed all the same.
“Guess I’m not goin’ anywhere yet, hm?” They asked.
“Nope.”
Off to the side, he caught Caporegime’s sigh.
“… hope ya don’t mind the boss’s blood on ya,” he’d said, the sound of his approach audible to their ears. “Seeing how affectionate y’all already are, I’m hopin’.”
Chance just breathed a snort.
“A ‘lil blood won’t scare me off. Besides,” they went on, making Maf tense up.
They won’t—
“—I’m used to his germs.”
Oh.
He sighed. Breath tickling them as he didn’t move away, but slumped against them all the more. Well, at least it wasn’t as suggestive as he’d imagined.
“… he already ate my spit.”
He groaned. Full-on groan as he laid his full weight against them, leading them to burst into laughter. Which still didn’t take away the silent surprise that he could feel emanating from both of his men.
“Horrible first impression,” Maf muttered.
Bringing up a hand, they patted his back. Shifting to support him, despite how he had more weight than them. “I’m just starting things off fresh.”
He snorted.
“Awful.”
They pressed a kiss to his head. Near one fluffy ear.
“Thanks, love.”
Although Capo and Soldier didn’t initially speak much with Chance still there, they eventually did. Steadily addressing him as the trio helped Maf change his bandages. All the while, Chance held onto him. Just speaking easy while Maf lazily followed whatever request they had and moved where they wanted.
Once they’d all finished, he had ended up sleeping.
Chance as the nicest cushion he could ever ask for.