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Club della Passione was one of the biggest and most popular clubs in the entire entertainment district. With its flashy lights, extravagant performances, good music, good food, and good drinks, people of all walks of life flocked to the opulent nightclub to have a good time, or to escape from reality; If only for a moment.
Right above the club however, was an entire floor of rooms specifically for the owner of the fine establishment, as the club itself was just a front for the Don della Buona Vita’s residence, and one of these rooms was Bucciarati, the don himself’s, personal room.
It was grand, with a tall four-poster bed with flowy silk curtains and a wardrobe big enough to fit a dozen men in, even the ensuite bathroom was luxurious; Always providing warm water in a gorgeous porcelain tub and a vanity that every girl in town would die for. Yes, Bruno was living the dreams of every man and woman in New York.
But even he had what was unobtainable to him, or at least would be no longer. The mafioso finally convinced a certain officer to visit him tonight, to come up to his room and “have a discussion”, he wrote in the letter last night. He was anxiously waiting; Dressed in his iconic fur coat and headpiece with the single deep blue plume, the only difference was that Bruno had a small surprise hidden underneath his favourite coat; Something he was very looking forward to.
A quiet knock at his door alerted Bruno to who he hoped was his guest. He stood up, making sure that his coat covered his body, and gently opened the door, smiling seeing that the person behind the door was exactly who he hoped for.
“Leone!” The mafioso said excitedly. “Come in, come in! I’m glad you found the time to come all the way over here...” Bruno teased, giggling a little at the end.
Leone rolled his eyes, but his little smile told a different story. “I know, I know. I can’t really turn down a private invitation from the Big Boss himself now, can I?” The officer teased, gaining a laugh from Bruno as the two went further into the room. Bruno patted the bed and moved to grab a bottle of wine; Falanghina to be exact, Bruno did know that Leone enjoyed a good glass of white wine when vodka wasn’t readily available. He poured Leone a glass first, before pouring himself his own, he didn’t miss Leone eyeing how much was in his glass with concern.
The two enjoyed their wine, Leone taking little sips while Bruno chugged his whole glass in record time. “You know,” Leone spoke up, “You’re supposed to sip wine, not down it like a beer.” He placed his glass down on the nearest bedside table, before turning his gaze to Bruno himself; Rosy red dusted on his cheeks and light, bubbly laughter coming up from his throat.
“Oh, I know Leone, you silly billy...” He giggled, “I’m just hoping to get as drunk as quickly possible tonight..”
“...Why?” Leone asked, cautiously.
“Because,” Bruno replied. “Sometimes I just wish to have not a care in the world, not have to worry about territory and payments and who’s smuggling what. It gets tiring having to keep a hawk’s eye on everything, I just wish to feel loose and free , even if only for a night. You know what I mean, right Leone?”
He looked at the officer with those bright blue eyes of his; twinkling with playfulness and mischief, yet something darker and deeper lurked in its waters... Leone just couldn’t pick up what it was. “Well, I guess I could say I relate to your predicament.” He replied, taking another sip from his glass. “The world’s pretty hectic nowadays. S’always good to wind down and relax.”
Bruno smiled, listening to Leone speak and poured himself another glass. This time, in Leone’s discretion, he took small sips of his wine; Savouring the taste, and the moment.
By the time half of the city was asleep and the booming sound of the band below them could be heard through the walls, they were both pleasantly tipsy, or in Bruno’s case, happily drunk.
It was then that Leone realized how similar drunk-Bruno was to regular Bruno; Still bubbly and flirty, except that his flirty attitude was cranked up to eleven and he was very touchy . Light pats on his shoulders and a gentle, fleeting grip on his hips was all he felt, but Leone knew that Bruno was holding back; He could feel the hesitation in his grip, and if the mafioso was hesitating, then perhaps he was still lucid through the alcohol after all...
It took one cracked joke to send Bruno in a fit of hysterical laughter, making him drop his glass and laugh all the while he picked it up from the floor; Miraculously the glass didn’t shatter on impact. After placing the glass on the bedside table, Bruno sighed. “Deary me, it’s getting hot in here!” He commented, taking off his fur coat and chucking it on the bed, and oh, dear lord , was Leone in for a treat .
All Bruno had on his body was a tight, form sitting one-piece lingerie with swirling patterns in black lace, sparkling in the lamp light. Around his waist was a deep midnight sheer skirt that went right to his ankles, which covered a matching garter belt set with intricate lace designs along the top, and crawling vines along the side of his well-defined legs.
If Leone wasn’t blushing already, he’d be deep beet red by now.
“Oh? Like what you see?” Bruno teased, twirling around like a giddy young girl in her first dress. “I did take it out just for the occasion..”
Leone blinked a few times before coming to his senses, slowly getting up from his seat on the bed and walking towards Bruno. He let his hand run along his sides, feeling the delicate lace and sheer fabric before looking into those mischievous blue eyes again. “It’s the same outfit from your debut. The one on that old poster outside.”
Bruno’s eyes widened, more in intrigue than surprise. “I didn’t know those old things were still up. At least I know you’ve had your eye in this little ensemble for a while... Is it, to your liking?” He asked quite bashfully, as if he was waiting for the worst to come out of Leone’s mouth.
“Y-Yeah, I quite like it, actually.” He replied, stroking away Bruno’s hair from his face and caressing his soft cheek. “It looks wonderful on you, Bruno.”
Whatever words were on the tip of Bruno’s tongue have vanished, leaving him with his mouth barely open, a light flush powdered on his cheeks and sparkling night skies within his eyes. He smiled, giggling a little even at Leone’s reply, and he smiled back at him.
It didn’t take long for either of them to close the distance, after months of chasing around each other. If you asked them, They’d both say that surprisingly, it was Leone who leaned in first to kiss Bruno; A soft, gentle kiss reserved for only the most delicate and beautiful of people, an act of love and dedication for Bruno, and Bruno only.
Leone stayed over with Bruno that night, leaving the wine on the nightstand and laying on Bruno’s soft duvet, simply basking in each other’s presence and capturing the moment to their deepest of memories, until the both of them fell to a pleasant sleep until the early morning.