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Michel could feel that he was being watched. Eyes on him as he headed into the room, a stack of paperwork in his arms.
It made him itch.
He couldn’t really remember what happened after he was kidnapped, but whatever happened, Vincenzo and Luca were acting strangely around him. He kept his eyes on the paperwork, not letting them know that he was bothered by their attention.
“Here.” He handed the paperwork over to Vincenzo, forcing himself to smile when his adoptive brother eyed him thoughtfully, “The figures for the past three months that you asked for.”
“Thank you…. Have you eaten?”
“Yes.”
He remembered his mother’s concern being like this, but he suspected Vincenzo wouldn’t appreciate being called that.
“Well, the cook’s made some gelato.” Vincenzo smiled softly at him, “Your favourite flavour if I remember correctly.”
“Raspberry?” Any annoyance that he was feeling at being watched and analysed, disappeared at the thought of his new, favourite desert.
Vincenzo placed his pen on the desk, nodding, “Raspberry gelato… Luca and I were just about to go down and nick some, if you want to join us?”
Michel nodded, deciding not to point out, that as the literal boss, he wasn’t stealing anything.
Then again… the Cook could be scary when she wanted to be.
About ten minutes later, they were all hiding in an empty room, sitting on the chairs in there, each with a bowl of gelato each. The Cook had playfully chased them for a moment or two as they made their escape.
“She wields that wooden spoon like a sword.” Luca muttered, watching Michel tucking eagerly into the meal, not seeming to hear anything that was being said.
Vincenzo looked just as invested, a small red stain on the corner of his mouth.
A literal mafia boss… with gelato stains around his mouth.
Nobody would have predicted this.
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Michel woke to Luca kissing him gently on the lips. His eyelids fluttered open to see the older man smiling softly down at him, their legs tangled around each other.
Would Luca want to go further yet?
Michel felt like he’d been ready for ages now, but Luca seemed reluctant to go any further.
“Good morning.” Luca whispered.
“Good morning.” Michel pulled him into another kiss, hoping that Luca would take the hint. He was disappointed when Luca pulled away far too soon, simply pulling Michel into his arms again.
“I-I love you.” Luca whispered, in slightly stilted Korean, making Michel jump a little at the use of his native tongue.
“I love you too.” He softly replied, a smile creeping along his face as Luca leaned over to kiss at his neck, then at his jaw and then against his lips again. When Luca tried to pull away again, Michel looped his arms around the other man’s neck, “Please… stay.”
“I should really shower.” Luca stared down at him, looking a little alarmed by the forwardness, “But… you can join me if you want?”
It was a start.
“I would love to.”
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Michel stared at the sight of Vincenzo cracking the egg into the bowl, “I didn’t know you could bake?”
“Whether I can or not, remains to be seen.” Vincenzo muttered, measuring out the flour, only for a large amount to fall from the bag, smothering the counter in white. Vincenzo suffered the same fate, eyes squeezed shut as Michel quickly slapped a hand over his mouth to stop the laughter from coming out.
“S-sorry!” He sputtered, as Vincenzo took a deep breath, grabbed a dish cloth and wiping his face, removing the flour from his face. When he looked over at Michel, he paused at the look on the younger man’s face, making Michel nervous.
Michel watched as he grabbed an egg, shaking his head quickly, “No, no, no!”
He could already feel his body tensing up at the thought of something being thrown at him.
Thankfully, Vincenzo seemed to see this, carefully placing the egg back in the box, moving over to Michel and placing a hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay.” He whispered, “You’re okay.”
“T-thanks.” Michel look down at the hand, and the white handprint that had been left behind, “Really?”
“You were the one who laughed.”