AU Mafia for @ papichulo

[harderdaddy]

There is never a good time to be called into his father's office, but when Anthony steps in and catches sight of Valentino his all ready pale complexion grows whiter. The man's one of his father's top men, high enough that he's got all his own men under him, and he's probably the son he wishes he had, even over his older brother who ain't always getting himself in shit.

But Anthony ain't scared cause of any of that. He's scared because Val saw him and that new runner in the back alley. Saw him in a position he couldn't exactly explain his way out of. How do you explain away a cock shoved down your throat as anything but what it is?

Which means this must be it. He's told Anthony's father and Val's going to earn himself a heap of praise and Tony's gonna find himself in the Hudson with a new pair of shoes.

He swallows thickly and takes his seat, hardly registering at first that he's not handed down a death sentence. Nothing at all is said of the incident, instead his father just informs him that he going to be working for Valentino for a while, see if his best man can't turn him into something useful. He manages to nod a bit numbly, though a small scowl finds it's way to his face once he properly processes his father's words.

They're dismissed, sent to pack a bag so he can join the crew across town, and as soon as they're in the relative safty of his room Anthony fixes Val with a wide eyed look.

"You didn' say nothin'??"

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[papichulo]

It is smart of Anthony to be afraid. Valentino hasn't gotten where he is by being kind - not exclusively. Being charming and charismatic has helped him gain audiences with people he might not have had a chance to otherwise, but being aggressive and violent has made sure those same people never cross him down the line. Anyone who doesn't fear him at least a little bit just hasn't had the chance to meet the real Valentino, or they just don't respect him, but eventually - eventually, one way or another, they will.

He likes that Anthony nods. Even though Anthony is maybe in one of the safest places he could possibly be outside of his own father's home, Valentino likes that he's wise enough to understand that he's decided to share a roof with a dangerous man. Not that Val has any intention of being violent or cruel to him without reason or provocation, but it soothes something in him to know that the instinct for self-preservation is there.

Valentino slides one of the closet doors open and reaches inside, dropping is shirt into a small, mostly-empty basket tucked into the back corner, meant for dirty clothes. He leaves the closet open when he turns back around, a slow rotation on the heel of his polished shoe. Can Anthony stay?

Sliding both of his hands into the pockets of his slacks, Val just looks at Anthony from across the room for a few long, quiet seconds, almost like he's genuinely thinking about the question posed to him. When he starts moving again, it's a slow saunter toward him, hands still loose in his pockets, and he comes to stand right at the end of his bed in front of Anthony, tall enough that he really has to look down at him.

He cocks his head slightly, dark eyes wandering from his face and down over the rest of him before they drift back up again and settle on brown and blue.

"Right here, amorcito?" he asks, voice low and slightly rough at the edges. He lets the question hang for a second or two, and then pulls one of his hands free of his pockets, and touches one of his knuckles underneath Anthony's chin, continuing in a murmur. "In my bed?"

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It's a dangerous gamble he's playing, even with all the shared looks and words, he knows he's pushing fast. That slower saunter has his briefly worried Val's going to put him back in his place and he'll lose any chance he might've had at this. Still, he doesn't move, looking up at him and nodding softly, breath catching in his throat. That touch has him lifting his chin, exposing more of his neck, fingers finally tugging the tie fully free.

"...in your bed," he repeats with a soft smile, and his fingers shift catch lightly at the waistband of Val's pants.

[papichulo]

It's too bad about whats-his-name, Valentino thinks to himself, but he doesn't feel bad at all about Marco. He understands, though, why a man - any man - would risk it all for something like this: a beautiful boy staring up at him with pretty eyes and a soft mouth, blond hair slightly mussed and curling loosely by his ears. It must have been divine intervention that led Val to that back alley two nights ago, or something like it.

Valentino's lips part slightly, tongue licking at his back molars for a moment as he contemplates the consequences of doing whatever the fuck he wants. Truthfully, he doesn't believe there are many, if any, at all. He's damn good at keeping secrets, even better at spinning believable lies - and what the Don doesn't know can't fucking hurt him. It wouldn't be the first thing he's kept from his boss, probably won't be the last, and Val would be a liar if he said he didn't like the thrill of having something he absolutely shouldn't, right under his boss's nose.

Still, he teases, thumb ghosting up the center of Anthony's chin, pad teasing at his plush bottom lip. God, Valentino's a sucker for that smile. "What would your Daddy think?"

Like Valentino gives a fuck at this point. The original plan had been to take this slowly, but how long has he watched Anthony from afar? How long as he kept his distance? He's literally killed to get him here. Valentino thinks he's waited long enough.

He bends at the waist and lifts Anthony's chin and moves his thumb out of the way so he can fit their mouths together almost perfectly. Long fingers shift to frame the edges of Anthony's jaw, and the kiss is firm, but not necessarily aggressive like one might expect from a man like Valentino. From a man who's waited years to taste forbidden fruit.

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There's a dismissive snort, long past caring what that man thinks. Not entirely true, clearly, or Anthony might've tried to run from this life, but he can't be his real self anywhere, why risk it all just to get out from under his thumb?

"He gave me ta you," he counters easily, "Makes you the 'Daddy'."

Rocking up to meet those lips, Anthony sighs against them like he's been waiting just as long to feel their touch, and there's a soft laugh of wonder that it's actually happening.

[papichulo]

Fuck, if Valentino doesn't like the sound of that. It doesn't matter that Valentino took Anthony just as much as his father handed him over, hearing Anthony say it - that he's Val's now - is a huge stroke to his ego. And 'Daddy'? Well, that goes straight to his dick.

With his free hand, Valentino fumbles kind of blindly for the ends of Anthony's loosened tie, catching both of them together in one hand to pull him closer and keep him there, though he keeps the loop somewhat slack around his neck so Anthony's free to duck out of it if he wants. When Anthony laughs, Val, surprisingly, finds himself smiling slightly against his mouth, amused but also a little confused.

He bites at Anthony's lower lip, letting his teeth scrape lightly, thumb dragging along the edge of his jaw. "What's so funny? Hmm?"

[harderdaddy]

Shit that's hot. Honestly, when he can only steal careful and random spurts of attention it's all hot, but he's sure Valentino must be leagues beyond anyone he deserves.

"Heh- just...thought you catchin' me was gonna get me killed, and now m'gettin' a taste a heaven," he says, snickering softly at his own words, "Not sure what I did right to turn my luck around."

[papichulo]

Valentino's about as far from Heaven as a person could get, but he's egotistical enough to accept the praise for what it is, chuckling lowly against Anthony's mouth as he kisses him again, hand twisting his tie loosely around his fist. Would it be crude to tell him that what he did "right" was blow some poor fuck in an alley where Val could find them? Probably, and though Val's not opposed to a little vulgarity, the details aren't really all that important, and it'd likely spoil the mood.

What matters is that Valentino has Anthony right where he's wanted him, and it seems the feeling is mutual if Anthony's feeling lucky about it. Valentino lets go of the ends of Anthony's tie and lightly, slowly drags the back of his knuckles from his sternum all the way down to his belt, where his hand then veers to one side, settling warm and broad at his waist.

"Mm, but I think you have that backwards. If anyone's experiencing what Heaven must be like," he muses, brushing another kiss against Anthony's mouth, tongue briefly teasing at the seam of his lips before he breaks away to continue, his thumb rubbing lazy circles against his hip. "It would have to be me, don't you think? I left and came back to an angel in my bed..."

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Attempting to coax Valentino into joining him in that bed, Anthony's lips part easily, whining in want of more, it's easy to see how this habit of his turned problem with just how eagerly he seeks for more of a good thing. Greedy.

That flattery makes him beam, praise a far too easy way into his heart, and such praise. "Mmmm~ Ain't no one accused me a somethin' so sweet before. Dunno if an angel does this sorta thing..."

[papichulo]

Either Valentino is easily coaxed, or he's just used to taking whatever he wants, but either way, Anthony lures him with very little effort, the teasing parting of his lips and that soft, needy little whine like a siren call to him. Val shifts his whole body closer, raising a knee to press it onto the mattress beside where Anthony's kneeling and bringing them that much closer.

It means he has to look down - not that he didn't always have to before - so he uses his free hand to lift Anthony's face up with the side of a knuckle under his chin. Val smiles at him, subtle and sultry, his eyes sharp but almost half-lidded because of the angle. Anthony's fucking gorgeous when he smiles. Val's not sure he's ever seen him do it before, at least never like this. Never this close. It makes him want to devour him whole.

He moves his hand from Anthony's chin to his cheek, then further still until his fingers sift through the hair at the nape of his neck, palm warm.

"Mm. An imp, then?" But he doesn't seem satisfied by this comparison, shaking his head a little and leaning in again to kiss the corner of his mouth, hand at Anthony's hip sliding around to the small of his back, fingers playing at his waistline. "No. No, you're too pretty for that, hm?"

Valentino smiles again, teasing the gold in his teeth. "Maybe the angels just don't know how to do... this sort of thing." A beat. "Maybe we should show them."

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Being this close to Valentino, Anthony can't help but grin, encouraged by the high and sure to be full of apologies for his behavior once he comes back down. Val looks dangerous and alluring and like he could snap Anthony in two if he wanted. He's not sure why exactly that last part turns him on so much, but it does.

He snickers at the imp comparison, and while there is something impish to that toothy grin, it's not quite right. His own hands wander freely, seeming like he's got more than just the two, over eager and indecisive.

He nods far to easily, looking longingly at that flash of gold. "Can we?" Anthony's all but begging Val to take him, consume him, whatever he wants in that moment, he wants to give it to him.

[papichulo]

As far as Valentino is concerned, Valentino can do almost anything he fucking wants to. He's a powerful man, and very rarely does someone dare to tell him no, at least not without consequence. Granted, bedding his boss's son could potentially come with consequences of its own, but Valentino isn't exactly worried. He's confident in his ability to lie if he has to, and it's not the first major secret he's ever had to keep.

He's been tempted before. By exorbitant amounts of money, by pretty women, by power offered to him by outside circles for a number of things in exchange, but he's always resisted. Anthony, though, has been something he's coveted in secret. Watching him from afar whenever they've crossed paths or brushed metaphorical shoulders, keeping quiet tabs to make sure he always comes out on the other side of a job relatively unscathed, quietly pulling strings in the background if he has to to make sure that's always the case. Valentino has been tempted by many things, but Anthony is perhaps the easiest thing to cave for. What's the downside? They have to hide a little, pretend their connection is strictly business? It's not as if half of Valentino's life doesn't require him to hide major parts of it for personal safety and benefit. The Don trusts him, perhaps a little too much, but if that means Valentino can put his hands on his son without him ever being the wiser, then Valentino isn't worried.

He laughs, a low, gravelly sound, the hand at Anthony's lower back flattening, palm hot even through his shirt.

"Mi cariño," he practically purrs, fingers gently kneading at the back of Anthony's neck. Quite suddenly, he uses the knee he has on the bed as leverage and puts most of his weight on it, leaning into Anthony and dipping him back, hand supporting his lower back as he lays him out and bridges over him, sliding a hand out to carry his own weight against the bed. Valentino smiles from above him, his dark hair falling a bit messily around his face. "We can do anything."

[harderdaddy]

The quick move steals his breath away, and he laughs easier than he ever does without a little something in his system, cheeks growing hot and a shade of a pink that suits him far too well. Anthony looks up at him adoringly, like Valentino's his whole word, and he might just be in that moment, the world outside this room feels hazy.

He reaches to try and push that hair back from his face, but of course it falls again. Anything. It's such a great big world of promise in that word, especially for someone constantly being reeled in by his family. But for now- "If ya don't fuck me real soon I think I might die." As if he's been waiting for ages and not minutes. But in a lot of ways it feels like he's been aching for this moment since first meeting the man.

[papichulo]

Perhaps fucking the boss' son within hours of him being put into Valentino's care is moving a little too quickly, but Valentino's never gotten anywhere by sitting idly by and twiddling his fucking thumbs, and he's never one to let an opportunity pass him by when it's presented to him so... effortlessly. To think that all it took to get Anthony into his bed, after all this time, was a quick glimpse of something private and a casual but carefully orchestrated conversation with his boss - well. It almost feels too easy, but only almost.

Anthony's straightforwardness makes Valentino laugh. He tries to stifle it a little bit by pressing a kiss over the inside of Anthony's wrist while he attempts to tame his hair, but his smile can still be easily felt against the delicate skin, and he doesn't really feel much of a reason to hide it anyway. He likes the boldness, though he's never really thought of Anthony as shy or reserved. Quiet, maybe, and sometimes a little spacey (which, he thinks, might be attributed to his habit of sampling the product perhaps a little too often), but never timid.

"Ah, well," Valentino begins, his gaze lingering on the flush coloring Anthony's cheeks for a moment before wandering over the rest of him. He sits back a little, straightening up so he's no longer looming over Anthony. He cards his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, and then reaches for the front of Anthony's shirt, grabbing a small fistful of it and gently pulling him up, his weight balanced and spread evenly between both of his knees. "Can't let the angels have you just yet. Come here, amor."

With quick fingers, Valentino starts to work the buttons of Anthony's shirt free. He's tempted to just rip the whole thing off of him, buttons be damned - it's not as if he can't just buy him another shirt, perhaps something a little more expensive and tailored to his body - but he's courteous enough to not ruin Anthony's things just yet.

[harderdaddy]

Sober Anthony might play things a little cooler, though evidently not by too much given what had happened in the alley. Still, it's dangerous enough being queer even without the Family. It's rare he gets confirmation that someone might be on the same wavelength without teasing it out over countless shared exchanges. He can safely say he never saw through Valentino despite the frequent roll the man played in his fantasies. Not until a few hours earlier.

And here they are now~

There's a happy laugh, the blond easy to tug, trying his very best indulge in a little bit of everything. Needy kisses, fumbling fingers on Val's buttons- and then instead helping to get out of his own. Too much want and not enough hands. He's an impatient thing.

"I know that one~" he breathes fondly, reasonably sure amor and amore couldn't be all that different in meaning, and beaming cheekily at the petname.

[papichulo]

It's a mess of hands between the two of them as Valentino continues to push buttons through button holes, amused but unfazed by Anthony's own almost-frantic need for touch and attention. Val indulges him as much as he can, pushing back into every needy kiss even if it means he has to pause his hands for a moment, and ghosting his knuckles over warm, soft skin every time a new inch is exposed to him with the freeing of another button.

Anthony's impatience makes him laugh, a low note ringing in his chest, aroused by his not-so-subtle desperation. Valentino allows him to help him rid himself of his shirt, and the second it's gone Valentino's on him again, hands splayed against either side of his throat, fingers framed under the edges of his jaw, just holding him there so he can look at him. At his mismatched eyes, the light freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, scattered like constellations. His bright, teasing smile.

Valentino could consume him, he thinks. He could devour him. He will, and nothing will stop him. Valentino smiles back at him, a slow exposure of straight white teeth, save for the single gold crown peeking from the corner. He leans down to kiss him, and it's hungry and a little aggressive, but brief.

"Ah, then maybe you know this one too..." Valentino chuckles, hands sliding down over Anthony's bare shoulders, coaxing him to lie back again so he can follow. He dips down to kiss him, tongue gently pushing into his mouth for a taste. When he pulls back a handful of seconds later, he only goes far enough to murmur against Anthony's lips. "Dulce." Sweet, the way Anthony tastes to him.

[harderdaddy]

Pinned there under that gaze, Anthony's cheek feel too hot, sure no one has ever looked at him like that before. He feels like Valentino can see right through him, see all his thoughts and inner working, and still wants him. Anthony can't help but smile brighter starring back up at him with barely constrained want. That gold gleam painting the perfect picture of that bit of danger he always seems to find himself attracted to.

The blanket feels cool against his back, helpss with the flush his whole body seems to be feeling, and there's a muffled hum of pleasure lost in the kiss. That one too isn't too different, and there's a soft laugh before he counters- "Cattivo," in teasing admonishment. Naughty. A word oft used to describe him before he was old enough for the more colourful language.

[papichulo]

With Anthony splayed out before him, Valentino shifts back and splits his weight between his haunches and his spread knees, hands moving Anthony's legs so they sit on either side of him. He takes the brief moment of separation to remove his undershirt, muscles flexing as he reaches over and backwards behind his shoulders with both hands, grabbing two fistfuls of the thin material and dragging it off. Val tosses the shirt somewhat carelessly away from the bed, and then lets his hands settle at Anthony's knees, palms skimming slowly up his thighs toward his waist.

He smirks, his gaze wandering openly, following the path of his own hands at first, and then higher still up the narrow line of Anthony's torso until he meets the younger man's eyes, humming a low, amused note.

"Teach me," he requests, broad hands squeezing at Anthony's hips. He splays his fingers over Anthony's entire ribcage next, thumbs at a nipple as he bows over him suddenly, leaning some of his weight into his hands. Val kisses him again, uses his teeth to briefly catch his lower lip. "I'm not sure I know that one..."

[harderdaddy]

Those glossy eyes watch that skin as it's revealed, brows arching at the play of muscle and skin, wanting to map every inch of it with his tongue. His breath catches softly with those wandering hands, and then he's lost in the shadow under him, happy to live there if Valentino would let him.

There's a bashful laugh and Anthony's distracted by that kiss, and those teeth, and his hands... it takes him a beat to remember himself, chasing after another kiss before answering, "Naughty." Another kiss. "Bellissimo. Handsome." And another, pale fingers blindly working at opening Val's trousers. "Forte. Strong." Dangerous, but in all the ways that seem to turn Anthony on.

[papichulo]

Valentino seems to take some pride in being called naughty, one corner of his mouth pulling with a satisfied smirk accompanied by a low chuckle, rough in the back of his throat. He meets every punctuating kiss in between like they're gifts he's only so lucky to earn, tongue teasing fleetingly against the soft plush of a bottom lip, tasting what he can when he's allowed as he pins Anthony gently under the spread of his broad hands.

Truthfully, the compliments aren't new to him; Valentino's attractive, and he's been told as much in so many different ways by now by people trying to earn his favor or protection or whatever else they think they can tease out of him by way of flirtation, that it rarely ever fazes him anymore. But it's different, coming from Anthony. What does he have to gain from Valentino that he doesn't already have? He has power in the form of his family, money, protection if he needs it, authority in the right circumstances. The likelihood of his affection being founded in personal gain is unlikely, and therefore, makes his attention all that more appealing to Valentino. And it helps that he's fucking gorgeous. It helps that Valentino has been eyeing him from a distance for far longer than he'd likely admit to anyone.

"That one is close," he murmurs against Anthony's mouth, not-so-subtly inching more into the space between his legs once he feels those fingers at the front of his pants, his erection straining a little underneath the zipper. He dips his head a little, nosing at Anthony's jaw and brushing a kiss along the sharp edge. "For me, it's fuerte."

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"Fuerte," Anthony repeats softly, trying to match that pretty accent, voice breathy as he frees him, "Grande~" he teases with a hushed groan and a few loose pumps of his hand, hips arching off the bed impatiently.

"Fff- please- I'll be good for ya, I promise, please-" Anthony's head lulls back to welcome more of those kisses, oversensitive to touch.