Bruno Buccellati wasn’t quite the type of person to get things layed outon a plate for him. His life was one of misfortune and chance, however when a certain young man walked in, he felt like he was gifted with a diamond in the rough.

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Fugo Pannacotta was perfection incarnate, Buccellati’s second in command, a boy with a mind of gold and a demeanor of quicksilver. Fugo Pannacotta was a glass, always one drop away from spilling over. Bruno was fascinated with him for this, among many other things. The always calm and rational Bruno admired this boy for being what he wasn’t. A fire nobody could control, not even himself. A young man with a power much greater than his own, a young man who was seemingly afraid of the power his shadow held.

With all appreciation Bruno held for his subordinate, he also had an equal amount of trust in him, in his decisions and judgement, so when one day Fugo came to the restaurant with fire in his eyes and sympathy on his sleeves, Bruno knew his right hand man had a dilemma. ”I want to feed this man a plate of spaghetti.” He said, his voice uncertain yet bold. The boy stood by Fugo, in tattered clothes with dirty bandages covering his left eye, his hair was greasy looking and his posture was one of a man who had nothing.

Half a year would pass after this encounter and by then Narancia was a member of Bruno’s team. Despite Bruno’s initial reluctance to let the young man join, he was sure of his judgement witnessing that though albeit this youth might have not been as bright as Fugo, he had just as much determination and the same, restless flame wilding in his dark eyes.

However that boy had something else in his eyes. Bruno had begun to notice things like lingering touches and Narancia’s eyes meeting his a bit too often and a tad too long. At first Bruno didn’t think too much of it but it had become hard to ignore. Very hard to ignore, because truth be told, Bruno liked it. He enjoyed the wandering gazes, the way their eyes would meet for a split second before Narancia’s looked away. It was sweet. Another truth was a very obvious one. Narancia was beautiful. Buccellati had noticed it back when first meeting him. Behind the messy hair and filthy makeshift bandages were big dark eyes, round and bold, adorned with long black lashes. An angelic face belonging on a painting. When seeing him first in the tight leather outfit that was now a signature look he could add a body like that of Adonis on his metaphorical list of qualities. Aside from the physical it was the unwavering love and loyalty that the young man carried within him that fascinated Bruno. Someone who had been through hell and back should have been tainted, but Narancia wasn’t.

He saw himself in his young subordinate, an alternate version, purer but bolder. That boldness would prove to be difficult one warm summer afternoon. The day was nearing to the end as the hue of the day was an orange one, a step away from sunset. They were sitting near the window. Narancia, hugging his knee to his chest was anxiously clicking a mechanical pencil, more than a bit irritated with not knowing how to solve an equation Fugo had written down for him. “This makes no sense!” He muttered to himself, but it was quite a bit louder than it should have been. Bruno smiled to himself, continuing the sentence he was reading, Fugo had borrowed him a very interesting novel and he finally had free time to read it. Narancia continued groaning for fifteen or so more minutes but he finally stopped, clicking the pencil and placing it on the table. “I’m finished!~” He exclaimed. Bruno was finished with a chapter of the book as well. “Where’s Fugo?” Narancia asked. “I gotta tell him of my great conquest!” He continued. Bruno took a sip of his already cold cappuccino.

“He’s running some errands, he should be back soon enough.” He set the small porcelain cup back on the table. Narancia changed his sitting position, his leg was closer to Bruno now, their thighs touching. Bruno was trying to pretend he was reading but… Narancia being so close was a distraction. He was finally gonna start reading the page again, now with newfound concentration when Narancia spoke. “Buccellati, I think I did really good! It’s such a shame Fugo isn’t here to give me my reward…” He spoke, his voice turning into a whine as he finished the sentence. “Reward?” Bruno asked, more than a bit intrigued. Narancia nodded. “He always rewards mewhen I do well!” Bruno found himself cursing his own mind for wandering thoughts, he was sure the reward wasn’t what he was thinking it was. He felt dirty even thinking about it. He wanted to stop the conversation with a ‘That’s nice.’ But he wanted to know, he really did. “What kind of reward?” He asked, a mask of levelheadedness he always wore, stretched upon his face again. He took another sip of the cold cappuccino. ”Well…” Narancia started, his face reddening and his lips stretching into what Bruno could describe as a smirk. Moving the cup from Bruno’s hand and onto the table, Narancia sat himself in Bruno’s lap, His thighs seated on each side of Bruno’s. Bruno was in a state of disbelief, this couldn’t be a wishful dream, could it? Narancia’s lips were now dangerously close to his own.

“Kinda like this..” He said, his voice lower than ever before. Before he could say anything else, or make another move, Bruno was the one to connect their lips. His tongue easily slipped into Narancia’s mouth, it was warm and it tasted like the coke Narancia had earlier. Narancia was a rough kisser, Bruno didn’t know if this was a surprise or something he should have guessed himself. Narancia moved his body closer, he was now definitely sitting in Bruno’s lap as he deepened their kiss. He broke the kiss then, slowly.

“Narancia…” Bruno’s words escaped, heading out of his mouth with no clear direction or purpose.

Narancia’s arms were still draped over his shoulders. Bruno let his hands wonder to the other mans thighs, they were lean and the muscles were both hard and soft, wonderful to touch. He moved Narancia’s short messy hair out of the way gently, tracing the soft tan skin with his finger and then continuing with his lips. Narancia breathed out loudly, the grip around Buccellati’s shoulders tightened.

“Mmm… Maybe we should wait for Fugo… I still don’t know if I solved it correctly…” Narancia continued, looking away, his lips stretched into a smile. His hands played with Bruno’s hair, it was straight and neatly styled into his trademark bob, Narancia was gentle, as if to not ruin the hairstyle.

The door made a noise and Narancia jumped up excitedly, his hand perfectly cupping Bruno’s knee as Narancia climbed off of him. That touch to Bruno’s knee sent signals straight to his already alerted dick. Was he getting hard? Fuck.

Narancia grabbed the paper to present to Fugo. He seemed very proud. Hopefully he did everything correctly, Bruno didn’t like the idea of the not being able to reward Narancia. Fugo went through the test, which consisted of ten questions in total. While it was not entirely correct, 7 questions were done well, which was still a lot of progress in Narancia’s case, 70% was still pretty well.

“You did well. 7/10. We will go over the ones you did incorrectly later.” Fugo spoke. Bruno could hear everything being spoken in the hallway, still sitting at the table, feeling restless.

“Does that mean I get a reward?” Asked Narancia. A question Bruno wanted to know the answer too as well. Nothing was heard but footsteps as Narancia led Fugo to the living room, where Bruno was seated, almost dragging him by the hand. Narancia’s eyes looked into Bruno’s, he had a naughty smile on his face as he whispered something to Fugo.

“Can Bruno reward me as well?” Fugo was very surprised and very embarrassed. He almost wanted to smack Narancia. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Bruno! What the hell was Narancia thinking? He looked at Bruno and couldn’t help but notice the smile on his face. It was sultry and dirty, a smile he never saw on his superior’s face. Before Fugo could even respond, Narancia dragged him by the hand, yet again, now standing right by the table, right in front of Bruno.

“We should relocate.” Said Bruno, standing up and leading the way upstairs, to his room.

Bruno’s room wasn’t too big nor too small, it was modestly decorated, albeit the furniture was fancy looking, a big mirror, a large wardrobe and a king sized bed.

Fugo, being as bright as he was, had only now realized what this meant. Narancia sat himself at the foot of the bed, unhooking his top from his choker, he had already taken his shoes off, and soon everything but his underwear was disgarded on the small armchair near the mirror. Bruno’s hand was making gentle touches along Narancia’s collarbone. Narancia wasn’t as sculped like Mista or Abbacchio were, but his physique was still one to mirror the greek gods.

Narancia laid himself on the king-size bed, as if he was waiting for something and well, he was. Fugo was a bit too distracted looking at Narancia that he was a bit alerted feeling Bruno’s hands on his waist.

“Are you okay with this, Fugo?” He asked, his lips next to Fugo’s ear. He could feel his superior’s breath on his exposed neck. Fugo nodded. He was more than okay with this turn of events.

The truth was, just like Narancia he was fascinated with Bruno. He had wondered far too many times, what would happen if Bruno did join their little escapades. This was like a fantasy, but he knew it was real.

Bruno’s fingers gently wandered over his right hand man’s chest, unbuttoning his suit, gently removing his tie. Fugo unzipped his pants and slid them off, a bit clumsily. Before he could properly look up, Bruno’s lips were on his own. Bruno was gentle and passionate. He buried his right hand in Fugo’s gelled up hair while his left hand unbuttoned his own suit.

Narancia was still on the bed, clearly enjoying the little show the other two were putting up for him. He knew this reward would be like no other before. Bruno guided Fugo to the bed. He already had a plan in mind. It was a reward for Narancia, for education purposes of course, so he had to be the star of the show. Moving away from Fugo, Bruno settled inbetween Narancia’s legs, his hands on the curve of the younger man’s waist, it was delicate and thin, Bruno lowered his head to leave kisses on that waist. Bruno himself, couldn’t believe this was truly happening, he really did think of this far too often. Narancia’s entire existence was a tease, the way he walked, it shouldn’t have been anything but mundane but it made Bruno bite his lip and look away.

Fugo was here as well, his perfect jewel, his right hand man, the most brilliant person Bruno had met. A guilt he felt whenever he looked into his eyes. This beautiful boy should be somewhere, working on a project to better humankind, instead he was here, in the shadows of society, with him. He was so beautiful and diligent. He was sure Fugo was as diligent in bed as he was out of it. That was a perverted thought but Bruno couldn’t wonder about it now, in this situation.

“Bruno!~” Narancia exclaimed, the kisses Buccellati was leaving, tickling him. By this time Fugo had decided he was gonna do this right, as he did every other task put before him, moving to lie down on his side, next to Narancia, licking his earshell, down his neck, leaving hungry kisses and bites all over it. He loved leaving marks all over Narancia, especially in visible places, he wanted everyone to see, everyone to know. He was slipping into the usual mood the had whenever he and Narancia did this, he was going to impress Bruno, he was going to reward Narancia.

Bruno’s sticky fingers moved below the hem of Narancia’s underwear, peeling them off his body,by this time Narancia was already pretty hard. “Ah…Buccellati…Stop teasing me…” The dark haired boy groaned.

“What do you want then? Tell me.” Bruno asked, his voice developing a much stricter tone. Narancia began, uncertain- “I want you to...do it with me.” Bruno chuckled. Sitting up as he moved his hips closer to Narancia’s ass, his clothed cock brushing against Narancia. “Do what?” He asked, with the same authority as he always did. “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you wanna be my little slut? Hm?” Bruno asked, internally still unsure of his choice of words. He hadn’t done this in quite a while. Being in the mafia was a lot of work, leaving little to no free time or energy for such activities.

“Yes Buccellati! I wanna be your dirty little slut, I’ve wanted this for such a long time! I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name!~” Narancia spoke, Fugo looking at him, turned on and shocked at the same time. Narancia was into dirty talk. Hell, that boy could barely keep his mouth shut at any time, but he didn’t really expect this. Not in front of Bruno. Then again, Fugo knew he needed to stop acting like they were in a business situation. It wasn’t going to get more intimate than this.

“Uhh… I’m gonna…” He started. “I’ll make you choke on my cock as Buccellati fucks you hard.” Fugo blurted out. He needed to put his words into action, sliding down his boxers and pulling out his cock,already fully hard and leaking.

Narancia looked at it with hungry eyes, like it was the sweetest dessert he’d ever seen. “Fugo…” Opening his mouth, rather obscenely, he invited Fugo’s cock into his mouth, closing his fist around the base and teasing the head , circling around it with his tongue.

Meanwhile, Bruno was rutting against Narancia’s ass, jerking Narancia off slowly in a methodical rhytm of his hips. He still had his pants and underwear but he had unzipped them in the meantime and now he was sucking on his fingers, ready to thrust them into Narancia’s hole, he was about to get the lube from the bedside table but he was pleasantly surprised to see that Narancia was all lubed up. The little whore had done it even before starting the test. He was getting really confident of his math skills. Either that or Fugo was spoiling him a little too much. “N-no worries, Bruno.” Spoke Narancia,his words a bit slurred from the overstimulation . “I already lubed myself up pretty good… Ha-ha…” Fugo continued with “He…He’s an experienced whore, Buccellati. He might not seem like it at first but he likes cock in his ass more than he likes breathing.” Fugo looked at Narancia who had to take Fugo’s cock out of his mouth to protest. “Shut up, Fugo.” He said and then continued sucking Fugo off, this time, slower, more teasingly.

Bruno hooked one of Narancia’s legs over his shoulder as the other one hugged around his waist. “I’m gonna put it in.” He said, taking his fingers out. Narancia was already well prepared. ‘What a perfect little slut.’ Buccellati thought. “You ready?” He asked. Narancia nodded, taking Fugo out of his mouth but continuing to jerk him off with his hand. He too, wanted to impress Buccellati. He was going to moan, to sream, to yell. Like a dirty little whore. “Yes! Put it in, tear me apart!” Narancia exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. He was getting fucked by his superior. He wanted everyone to know he was a filthy little whore, he was a slut and he loved it.

Bruno lined his cock with Narancia’s entrance. Both Narancia and Fugo couldn’t help but notice the thickness of theit higher-up’s cock. The veins popping around it made Narancia droll. The head entering Narancia’s hole was enough for Narancia’s eyed to roll to the back of his head. “Aha! P-put it in! Put it in! D-don’t tease me!...” Hearing that, Bruno wanted to tease his little subordinate even more. It was no secret that Narancia was adorable, but like this he was cuter than ever.

Fugo was nearing his orgasm, with Narancia being fucked, his grip and speed fastened and Fugo was gonna come soon. He just wanted to see Narancia’s perfect face painted with cum. Jus the thought of it was enough to send him over the edge and soon he came all over Narancia’s face. Being the obedient little cock hungry whore he was, Narancia opened his mouth to be painted with Fugo’s come. He was nearing his edge too, his cock was now unattended as Bruno slammed into him with full force. Narancia was still so tight and it felt so good. He was tightening around Bruno’s cock. “B..B-Bucce-Bruno-I’m gonna!”Moaned out Narancia. Bruno took Narancia’s cock into his hand again and started jerking it off again. This was enough to send Narancia over the edge and he came all over his abdomen. With a few more full force thrusts Bruno came inside Narancia, pulling out to watch it all spill out of his hole onto Bruno’s bed.

He laid next to Narancia and Fugo on the bed. Narancia then spoke. “Thank you for the reward… I should do math more often.” “Yeah, Narancia, that reminds me, I still need to explain the mistakes you made on the-“ “Fugo don’t ruin the moment!” Bruno laughed at their bickering. They really were special boys.