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the days were going by as usual- occasional missions, dinners, even hangouts with all of passione. But there was something that was going on between abbachio and buccarati that the rest of passione didnt know about..
the group seven had been walking along the coast of Italy, it was golden hour. "why does this stupid brat have to come," abbachio grumbled.
"stop it," buccarati said, "he saved your life back there."
"i could've defended myself- even so id rather die than have him do anything for me."
"hes a good kid"
"so?" abbachio said as they started drifting from the group.
"hey are you guys coming or what?" mista yelled, even though he was a few meters away.
"its fine, you guys go ahead," bucciarati said. "seriously though, why dont you like him?"
"i dont have to explain myself- he just gives bad vibes."
"right okay," bucciarati said before walking back towards the group. "he doesn't like anyone that comes our way." he grumbled.
"bucciarati wait-" abbacchio called out, "i guess if you think he has that much potential in helping the group, ill stop bugging him."
bucciarati stopped in his footsteps, "you should be grateful he's willing to put up with you"
"i-ill apologize to giorno," abbacchio said shyly
bucciarati turned around, "well in that case ill forgive your behavior, go off now."
"yes capo," abbacchio said.
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"see, was it that hard?" bucciarati said to abbacchio. they were sitting on a bench while giorno, trish, mista, narancia, and fugo were playing volleyball on the beach.
"yes it was that hard actually," abbacchio grumbled.
"you can be such a priss sometimes," bucciarati said.
"and thats a bad thing?" abbacchio said.
"no no, i like it," bucciarati said turning his head to face abbacchio.
"do you now?" abbacchio said sounding offended rather than flirtatious.
"yeah, i like it alot," bucciarati said leaning in for what seemed like a kiss.
"HEY! ROMEO AND JULIET, ARE YOU COMING TO PLAY OR WHAT?" Mista shouted.
"leave them be," trish said. "abbacchio can maintain a relationship unlike you."
"OH YEAH?! its not MY fault you cant stand me feeding sex pistols your food."
Bucciarati laughed a genuine laugh, which led abbacchio to let out a small chuckle too. "Quit arguing, we'll join."
After a few minutes of playing Narancia suddenly flopped on the ground, "i don't want to play anymoreuhhh, i wanna go in the oceannnn."
"Then go? no ones stopping you," Fugo said.
"NO ONES TALKING TO YOU FUGO," Narancia said.
"Who's hungry?" Bucciarati said in attempt to stop the two from beginning a fist fight.
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The dinner was quiet, there wasnt enough room for the seven of them so the waiter had sat them in two tables of two and one table of three. Bucciarati and abbacchio (duh), Trish and Mista, and Fugo, giorno, and Narancia.
"Abbacchio, can i ask you something?" bucciarati said.
"Of course," he responded.
"Do you want to come over after we send everyone else home?"
"uh- sure," abbacchio responded. "why though?"
"i just need some company," bucciarati said avoiding contact.
"hm, okay." abbacchio said.
"miiistaaaa," number 5 cried.
"okay i understand trish now, feed your bullets before i shove them down your throat," narancia said.
"HOW ARE YOU NOT USED TO THEM?? YOUVE KNOWN ME LONGER THAN TRISH HAS," mista said in his usual tone, "hmph."
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while bucciarati was unlocking his door, abbacchio looked around the neighborhood. It was probably one of the richest ones in naples. "uhh, may i ask why you wanted me over bucciarati?" abbacchio questioned.
"because i needed company, why else?" bucciarati said opening the door and gesturing for him to come in.
"oookkayyyy," abbacchio said hesitantly, stepping inside.
before abbacchio could look around, bucciarati pulled him in , "i like it when its just the two of us," he said with what sounded seductive.
"oh yeah? how about we ditch the group forever and fly somewhere new," he said sounding as flat as usual with a hint of emotion. "you'd do that for me, right?"
bucciarati looked taken aback, "if thats what you really want, one day," he said leaning in closer.
"mhm, more than anything," abbacchio said. He leaned in closer and gave bucciarati a kiss.
bucciarati then grabbed his hand and lead him to his living room. It looked as though if bucciarati was a living room- gold on any metal surface, a white marble coffee table, and white couches with black and light blue pillows.
"kiss me here," bucciarati said sitting abbacchio diwn in the counch
"im not sure if you can take it but anything for you," abbacchio said.
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after they did all that bucciarati suggested they bake pastries. abbacchio tried to persuade him not to but he insisted.
"you know, i dont really enjoy cooking," abbacchio said.
"baking, and you enjoy doing anything with me," bucciarati said while scaling butter for their treats.
"of course," he said in an actual happy tone for once in his fricking life.
"here wait can you put this in the batter-" abbacchio had been standing behind bruno, carefully observing. bucciarati's sense had failed him and now there was butter and a broken plate on the ground.
"shit, im so sorry," abbacchio said rushing to find a broom of some sort to clean.
"no, no its okay," bruno said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "i could never stay mad at you." he then kissed his cheek. "but i have a question for you- what are we?"
"what do you mean? like together or something else," abbacchio asked.
"are- are we dating?" bucciarati stared at abbacchio with glossy puppyboy eyes- something none of passione or even the world had seen.
"if... if you want," abbacchio said.
"i want you to be my boyfriend," bucciarati said.
"i want you to be mine too," abbacchio said with rare warmness, reserved for bucciarati.
suddenly the phone started ringing- it was mista, and he was face timing. "if he see's us like this he'll never let us live it down," bucciarati said. Abbacchio had just realized that thet were both covered in flour from one of bucciarati's earlier steps.
"oh, should i hide?" abbacchio asked.
"no your good, its okay." he slid up on answer and greeted mista- who was accompanied by trish, narancia, fugo, and giorno.
"I TOLD YOU THEYD BE TOGETHER, PAY UP MISTA." Narancia shouted.
"I'll give it later," mista lied
"YEAH AND YOU SAID THE SAME THING ABOUT THE 7 SPRITES I BOUGHT YOU." Narancia said
"Fine," Mista said.
"What happened to hello? Ciao? Pronto? Anything??" Abbacchio grumbled.
"Oh right, hey abbacchio, hey bucciarati," Giorno said grabbing the phone.
Abbacchio then stepped away, "i cant stand him," he saidd with a quiet anger to bucciarati.
"hey give me the phone i wanna see the two love birds," trish said.
"sorry," giorno said, handing the phone to trish who then angled the camera to get everyone in frame.
"woah what happened to you guys," narancia realized.
"we were trying to bake cannolis," bucciarati said embarrassed. "the attempt didnt come out too well."
"Clearly," fugo laughed.
"SAVE ME SOME CANNOLIS," Narancia shouted.
"okay okay, we gotta get going now if you want any cannolis," bucciarati said. "ill drop some by later."
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"you got some icing on you," bucciarati said, "here i got it." he then went on to lick the icing off abbacchio's cheek.
"so, you wanna play that game huh?" abbacchio said, tilting his head with a heartfelt smile. He dipped his finger into the cannoli filling and smeared some on bucciarati's face. After he leaned in close enough to make bucciarati take a step back to lean on the table. His hand led up to his chin and tilted bucciarati's face upwards toward him.
he leaned his head in which made bucciarati lose control of his breath. instead of a calm breathing pattern he was breathing in a way that seemed he was scared- or maybe excited? abbacchio then licked the icing off, his tongue lingering a second too long. "again." bucciarati insisted.
"for you only, my love."