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Leone woke up slowly. He didn’t have any missions or assignments today so he let himself endulge in the rare luxury of a lazy morning. Sure, he could he summoned later for a surprise assignment, but a quick glance showed that his phone was devoid of new messages. He was safe for now.
Unsurprisingly, Bruno’s side of the bed was empty. His husband was a morning person, something Leone never understood. But Bruno always made enough breakfast for both of them so Leone wasn’t about to complain about waking up to an empty bed anytime soon. He rolled out of bed and shuffled out of their bedroom. In his hazy state he didn’t notice they had visitors until he had already entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Bruno’s shoulders, who was already seated at the table.
Someone cleared their throat and Leone glanced up, taking a second to process who their early morning guests were, and scowled.
Across from Bruno, Narancia sat happily at the table, stuffing his face full of eggs and toast, loudly telling some story Leone was too tired to follow. That wasn’t unusual, Narancia practically lived with them at this point. What put Leone in a sour mood, however, was who was sitting next to him.
Giorno. Goddamn it.
He was used to Narancia and occasionally Mista or Fugo coming over for breakfast, and they had quickly gotten over the shock of seeing him without a full face a makeup and learned to leave him alone until he had downed his first pot of coffee. But he did not want Giorno to see him in this unkempt state. He felt exposed without his usual get up. Leone knew he relied on his makeup and dark demeanor to hide his insecurities, and he didn’t trust Giorno enough to see him like this. Who knew what the brat was planning and calculating behind that calm facade.
Leone didn't hide his displeasure when he asked Giorno, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Shock, and then what looked like shame, flashed across Giorno's face before it settled back on its usual stoic expression. “My apologies, I didn’t know I was intruding in your home.” Giorno shifted his gaze to Bruno. “We came over to report the assignment we completed last night. I should have given you both proper warning.”
“I’m sorry, Leone.” Bruno looked up at Leone and gently rested his hand against the arms wrapped around him. “You don’t normally wake up this early on you days off.”
Leone tried to keep up his scowl, but he felt it faltering. He just couldn’t stay mad at his husband’s earnest face. Bruno was going to be the death of him. He just knew it. His husband knew how to wield his puppy-dog eyes like a weapon and it worked every time. At least his did look genuinely apologetic. I guess it was only a matter of time before Giorno showed up unannounced.
Wait a second. Did he hear Giorno right?
At the top of his lungs, Narancia voiced Leone’s next thoughts out loud. “Did you really not know Bucciarati and Abbaccio are a thing? How did you miss that? They’re always all over each other!” He flailed his arms, eggs flying off his fork.
Giorno’s cheeks were now tinted pink with embarrassment. He didn’t respond.
Leone reveled in Giorno’s obvious discomfort. Maybe the morning wasn’t ruined after all. He pressed a firm kiss to Bruno’s cheek and turned away from the table to make some fresh coffee for himself, smiling at the sound of Bruno spluttering an apology at their apparent lack of professionalism on the job. Speak for yourself, sweetheart. In theory, Leone hated PDA, but the rush he felt when ever Bruno (perfect Bruno) showed the world how much he loved his hot mess of a husband overroad any potential embarrassment. Leone’s self esteem has come a long way since Bruno first found him, but each time Bruno squeezed his hand and smiled the ever-present angry voice inside his head grew quiet.
And when they weren’t around the kids, well, Bruno was even more... openly affectionate. It was only a matter of time before Bruno ended up slamming him against an ally wall after a successful mission and sucking him off right there. Nothing like post combat adrenaline to jump-start one’s libido.
Leone shook himself out of what was quickly becoming an out of control daydream, and made his way back to the table, coffee pot in hand. He collapsed in the chair next to his husband and stole his half-eaten plate of food. Bruno tisked but didn’t stop him.
Breakfast continued uneventfulally. Leone zoned out as he waited for the caffeine to hit his system, lulled into a trace by Bruno’s steady voice. When the conversation came to a close, Bruno and Narancia rose to start cleaning the dishes. Bruno hated having guests participate in any cleanup but Leone successfully convinced him that anyone who visits at least three times a week like Narancia does doesn’t deserve guest privaliges. As Bruno rose, he squeezed Leone’s shoulder softly, pulling him out of his daze. Leone looked up from his plate and was surprised to see Giorno still seated across from him, staring directly at him.
“Can I help you?” Leone asked.
Giorno averted his gaze and his mouth twisted to the side. When it was clear he wasn’t going to get a response Leone asked again, growing frustrated, “You got a problem with Buccellati and I? Don’t make me kick your ass this early in the morning on my day off.”
Giorno’s eyes widened. “N-no! Please don’t think that I... I would never...” Leone didn’t think he’d ever heard Giorno stutter. He waited for the boy to figure out what he wanted to say.
“I guess I just never realized that two men could be in a relationship like that.”
Damn, just how sheltered was this kid?
Leone took pity on the Giorno and chose not to tease. It’s not like kids have any control over their upbringing. He guessed he should have realized a weird kid like Giorno probably didn’t have the most conventional upbringing.
As Giorno’s admission sunk in, a protective feeling swept over Leone. Goddamn it, Bruno’s rubbing off on me. The first time Leone learned about homosexuality, quite a few slurs were involved. He didn’t want Giorno to experience what he had. He was heartless, but not that heartless. Hopefully he wouldn’t fuck this up too bad.
“There’s a lot more options besides ‘straight’ and ‘gay,’ too. A lot of people don’t care about their partner’s gender," Like me, “and a lot of people don’t care about their own gender. Or don’t care for the one society picked out for them.” At this Giorno’s expression twisted in confusion. Leone continued, “Bruno can probably answer any questions you have better than me. But I promise I won’t give you shit for asking me about any of this stuff.”
Giorno nodded, deep in thought. When it was clear Giorno wasnt going to respond, Leone decided to leave him to it. He picked up both of their empty plates and headed towards the kitchen where Bruno and Narancia were chattering loudly. Leone put the dishes down and wrapped his arms around Bruno’s waist.
“Any idea when you’ll be home today?” Leone burrowed his face in his husband’s neck. Bruno was wearing his favorite cologne.
“I shouldn’t be gone too long today, sweet lion.” Bruno’s voice was warm and Leone felt a flurry of butterflies in his stomach.
“Good.” Leone pressed a slow kiss to his check. “I’d like to indulge in some not very professional behavior when you get home.” Leone purred in his ear. Bruno shuttered and blushed. Leone was greatful for Narancia’s one tract mind and ability to keep a conversation with himself. The loud boy hadn’t stopped talking, completely oblivious to Bruno’s flustered state.
Leone gave his husband one last peck before playfully punching Narancia in the shoulder and saying goodbye. He had already used up his social quota for the day and needed to retreat.
On his way back to his room he passed Giorno, still seated at the table and lost in thought. He gave the boy a pat on the shoulder. He still didn’t trust Giorno’s overall motives for joining the gang, and thought the brat needed to grow up and face the harsh realities of this world. But hopefully this would be a harsh reality he didn’t have to face on his own.