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Normally Nanu hated every second of being forced to attend some stupid gala just because Interpol told him to, but he had learned to deal with them in his own way, which consisted of taking some handsome waiter back to his room most nights.
Tonight seemed to be very different though.
Nanu almost immediately saw the reason as to why Interpol forced him to come here, that reason being a rather well known mafia boss, who seemed to have seen Nanu watching him, now heading straight towards the agent.
“Well well well, so Interpol really send someone” Giovanni Sakaki, head of team Rocket, an organization Nanu hadn’t been appointed to yet, although he didn’t think it would take much longer for him to be put on the case, grinned at Nanu, his eyes telling him all he needed to know.
“Lying wouldn’t be of any use, would it?” Nanu smiled as well, not as big as Giovanni, but still polite. Giovanni simply shook his head, one hand burrowed in the pocket of his suit pants, the other holding an almost empty glass of champagne. “Then indeed, Interpol did send someone”
“Giovanni Sakaki, but I’m sure you knew that already '', Reaching out his hand, Nanu could now be sure Giovanni at least wouldn’t point a gun into Nanus face anytime soon, so Nanu took the much larger hand, shaking it.
“Nanu Kuchinashi” Giovanni started laughing.
“The real name even?”
“What can I say” Nanu started, shrugging slightly, “You’re simply irresistible” Giovanni stared at him for a moment, seemingly deciding whether or not Nanu was joking, before breaking out into slight laughter again.
“I like you. Let’s get you a drink, shall we?” Letting go of Nanus hand, Giovanni started walking, fully expecting Nanu to follow.
This could be an interesting night.
One thing let to another, Nanu might not have known how, but it did, resulting in both men now laying in a hotel room, naked, fully spent from some of the best sex Nanu had in a long time.
He wouldn’t call it perfect or devine or whatever stupid word equally stupid people found to describe good sex, but Nanu could already feel that comfortable ache of having been stuffed full setting in, something Nanu hadn’t had in a long time.
He must say, doing this again sounded rather pleasant. Not now though. Nanu rarely had problems with having a round two, but with the way Giovanni already got up, Nanu was sure this would be the end of the encounter between the two men.
“Already leaving?” Nanu asked and had his pride not still been a thing, he would have almost admitted it was more of a plea than a question, a plea for Giovanni to stay, if just for a few minutes.
Yet seemingly, some rotten god had heard Nanus unsung prayer, as Giovanni simply smiled at him, fishing a pack of cigarettes out of the pockets of his long discarded pants.
“Don’t worry, I haven’t planned anything else for today. Smoke?” He walked back towards the bed, holding out a package of expensive looking cigarettes, something Nanu gladly took as he sat up, his ass stinging slightly at the movement.
“Sure” Nanu took one of the cigarettes, trying to decipher the writing on the package.
“You’re weirdly adorable for someone who’s supposed to be a hardened Interpol agent” Giovanni laughed, sitting back down next to Nanu, taking the cigarettes from him and placing an ashtray on Nanus legs.
“Well, the fuck is that supposed to mean? I’m trying to read what’s on that package” Nanu put the cigarette to his mouth, lighting it with the lit lighter Giovanni was holding before him.
“It’s italian. It’s your typical everyday anti-smoking ad, nothing special” Giovanni smiled, lighting himself a cigarette before leaning back, visibly calming.
Nanu huffed, slightly offended by the way Giovanni was talking to him, almost like he was talking to a child, but whatever, ultimately Nanu didn’t care.
“Do you treat all your hookups like this?” Nanu simply laid down, his head on Giovanni's chest, an arm propped around the other's waist, the ashtray now on Giovanni's legs. Nanu could feel Giovanni grinning, putting an arm around Nanus shoulder, something almost soothing to Nanu. His eyelids started feeling heavy, the steady heartbeat beneath his ear slowly lulling him to sleep.
By Arceus, this could be something Nanu could get used to.
“Only the ones I really enjoy.” Nanu grinned as well, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by the loud ringing of Giovanni's phone. Looking up at the other man, Nanu could see Giovanni seeming rather uncomfortable with who was calling him.
“Amore, I need to get up real quick, I should probably answer that call” Giovanni patted Nanus head, who simply grunted, rolling off Giovanni, all the while stretching his legs, still keeping a close eye on Giovanni.
He watched the other get up, his entire demeanor suddenly changing, his voice dripping with false honey.
The language he spoke was unknown to Nanu, although he believed it to be Italian, yet the voice on the other end, that of a young woman, sounded rather unpleasant.
“Don’t you try to sweet talk me! I know exactly what you’re doing! You’re in bed with some tramp again, aren’t you?!” The woman almost shouted, sounding like this was the fourth time this week she had this discussion with the other man.
“Oh please, as if you aren’t used to it by now. This is my life, I’m a big boy, I can do what I want. You knew the risk when you married me” Giovanni was weirdly calm, his signature grin gone, his expression rather annoyed.
“I married you because of Silver!” Giovanni rolled his eyes.
“And I don’t care about the kid, no matter if he’s my son or not”
What?
Not just was Giovanni married, but he had a child.
He was married, a father and Nanu had sex with him.
Nanu helped him cheat on his wife.
Nanu helped cause someone immense pain.
Fuck.
He hadn’t listened to the rest of the call, rather putting out his cigarette and getting up, collecting his clothes and started putting them back on.
“I screwed up, hm?” He heard Giovanni ask him, but Nanu didn’t dare even look at the other.
“Fuck off.” Nanu put his pants on, trying his best to ignore the heat pooling off his face.
“Oh come on, does it-” Giovanni started, Nanu interrupting him, grabbing his shirt and putting it on.
“I’m leaving. Before we start regretting what we did.”
“You can’t deny that it was good sex!” Nanu stopped dead in his movement, shortly believing Giovanni, believing that maybe it was okay. It had been good sex.
That wasn’t an excuse. It would never be an excuse.
“You’re married! You’re a father!” Nanu got loud, perhaps louder than he wanted to get.
“So what?! The kid can’t be mine anyway! I don’t love her and I only married her because my mother forced me to!”
Nanu took a deep breath, trying his best not to punch Giovanni in the face. He simply collected the rest of his clothes and walked out of the room, not sparing another glare at Giovanni.
Nanu didn’t want anything to do with the other anymore, yet somehow they kept running into each other, kept turning up at the same parties, the same events, the same places.
Somehow, no matter how much Nanu hated himself for it afterwards, somehow it always ended in the same way.
Each time Nanu woke up, he’d find the bed empty, a cup of water, as well as an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. It formed into some twisted routine, something Nanu hated every second of.
Yet he couldn’t get himself to stop. It was simply too addicting. Giovanni was simply too addicting.
It hit him on one of those faithful mornings as he was just done shaving, trying to at least somewhat take care of himself. As he looked into his own eyes in that mirror, for the first time in a long while, actually seeing himself, seeing the emotion in his eyes, he realized something that made him want to throw up.
He fell in love with a married man.
Nanu leaned against the door, his back almost pressed to it, before sliding down, his body all of a sudden drained of all energy.
Fuck.
“Stop running away each time. Stay, just this once.” Nanu hated how desperate his voice sounded in moments like this, but today, he couldn’t care less. Today he needed Giovanni to stay. He needed to talk about this once and for all.
Giovanni, who had already started buttoning up his shirt again, turned towards Nanu, a confused expression on his face.
“Is something wrong?” He asked, almost like a child trying to play innocent.
“We need to talk” Nanu sat up, noting how Giovanni's body language immediately changed.
“Not this again. We had this conversation enough times Nanu, I will not-”
“It’s not that. I don’t care about your wife” Nanu shook his head, really meaning it this time. “I care about you.” He didn’t dare look up, knowing he would be unable to withstand the expression directed towards him. “And that’s the problem. I care about you so much that it’s ruining me.” Trying to stay calm, Nanu could feel tears sneaking into his eyes.
“Well what’s that supposed to mean?” Giovanni stepped towards the bed, somehow making a sort of rage bubble up inside Nanu. How could someone be this insensitive and stupid?!
“Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me!”
Silence. Dreaded silence.
Nanu fucked up. He fucked up big time.
“I don’t love you.” Five words. Five simple words out of Giovanni's mouth made Nanu wish he could put a bullet in his head. “What did you think this was? Did you actually consider I had feelings for you- This was nothing! This is two grown men enjoying each other's bodies, not some highschool crush a little girl has!” Tears started flowing down Nanus face, Nanu quickly wiping them away, still not daring to actually look at Giovanni. “Are you crying? Oh please, how pathetic can you be? You’re a grown man Nanu and you start to cry because you’ve been rejected?”
“Well fuck you” Nanu got up, sick of this once and for all.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Giovanni simply watched as Nanu put his clothes back on, silently stuffing whatever belonged to him into his pockets.
“I’m leaving. For the last time” Nanu gave him a simple answer, not that he was deserving of anything more.
“See you in a few days then” He could hear Giovanni's grin, knowing Giovanni thought this was just like every other of their arguments, where in the end, Nanu would be the one to come crawling back.
Not this time though.
“No. I’m leaving. I’m leaving Kanto. I’ll tell Interpol to station me somewhere far, far away from this shithole”
“Oh you wouldn’t dare. You can’t leave me Nanu, you’re dependent on me” Giovanni stretched his arms out, almost as if he was inviting Nanu back in, but the other knew better than that, knew this was nothing more but another one of Giovanni's traps.
“I’m too sober for this bullshit. Goodbye Giovanni.” Grabbing his jacket, Nanu almost sprinted towards the door, needing to get out of there, knowing Giovanni wouldn’t follow him. Giovannis wasn’t like that. Wasn’t someone who’d chase after his prey, instead waiting for it to come to him.
Only problem, Nanu wouldn’t come back.
Never.