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 Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2023 6:05 pm
To be back at the Giovanni Mansion with so many people crowded into the building was almost nauseating to the scarred up Puttanesca. It had been some time since he'd last been at the main Estate, much less home with the Puttanescas. In fact, at this point in his life, home was no where -- but who needed such a sentimental definition, anyway?
Wherever Ambrogino went, Benny followed without question. It was what he'd been tasked to do ages ago; at first, to assist with some questionable tasks, and then later, to be tasked to assist on a more full-time basis. It was a peculiar position for a ******** Puttanesca to be assigned to, but Benny knew exactly what he was -- a grunt. He got his hands dirty, or helped scare up resource; he ran petty errands of all stripes for the man to ensure the Antediluvian's work could continue with minimal interruption. He was as much a scapegoat as a boot licker -- but that was his place. It had always been his place and would be no matter who was at the helm -- if not with Ambrogino, than at the whims of House Puttanesca, or other Elders. Frankly, for a grunt, he couldn't do better than where he'd found himself and maybe, just maybe, he prided himself in that. He'd escaped Final Death and close calls on more than one occasion, but so far, no matter how bruised, broken, and battered--he always managed to return for another night's work.
Oh, Benedict knew he was just a body--but his loyalty to the ante was without question. Was he more scrappy and scarred than he had been when he first began? Certainly. But he was also more experienced, and his loyalty to serve was commendable. And serve Ambrogino he did. There were few who would deny the Ante any request--but it wasn't just servitude or obligation that kept Benedict eager to follow his orders. But that reason was his to know and his alone. It meant nothing, it was nothing.... but it was still his to keep.
So it was, like the devoted dog he was, Benedict followed close to his master's heels. Or at least, as close as he ever dared. He did pause, hesitate, as the Ante ascended the stairwell. No. He would give him space, wouldn't crowd him, especially with so many families present... so instead, he lingered behind. He let his pink eyes sweep over the crowd, taking note of which vampires were stationed where, ever on guard. Getting la famiglia together was always an event, and it had been some time indeed since he'd last attended. There were plenty he didn't recognize, and only a small few he did.
Crossing his arm, he looked as out of place as he felt ... but that was fine, just fine. He took his cues from the Antediluvian -- so when he left, Benny would too. Whatever Ambrogino was doing wasn't his to question, especially here. If he wanted to touch the door, or make love to it, that was his prerogative and his alone. Benny trusted the Ante always had a plan and it was his job to see that through, no matter what was asked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2023 8:47 pm
Ricco's eyebrow arched again, but Rainier could tell he was pleased. The way he suddenly gazed at Rain's lips, the small curl of a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Would anyone really miss notice if they disappeared for a few minuets? He desperately wanted to kiss his hellos, sink his body upon the other, and refamiliarize himself with his smell, taste, and touch. But it wouldn't be just a kiss, or a touch, would it? No, he'd need to content himself with what he had for now, and do his best to keep his hands to himself. It had been easier to pine for him when he wasn't a few steps away. Anticipation was half the pleasure, but right now, it was torment. Ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob ich warten kann, Geliebte..." If he stepped a little closer, it was simply so he could better speak to the other amid the growing crowd. "Du wurdest schmerzlich vermisst."
Ricco gave a few nods to individuals who passed by, but his attention remained solely on Rainier. That fanged grin of the others had him give a snort of amusement, humor flashing through his dual-colored gaze. "You're gifted in the art of persuasion," he complimented with a pleased smirk Rainier certainly made an artform out of his dealings, and it was something the Milliner could appreciate it. "I dare say you've earned some down time." Their time apart had lasted longer than Ricco would have preferred--a strange feeling, especially given how much of a workaholic he typically was and encouraged others to be. Wasn't he the man who picked up slack and lived more behind his work-desk than he did in his own family mansion? To crave a little down time, a few moments rest, was a shocking change.
"I've earned some myself after a particularly brutal arrangement needed to be settled," he noted quietly, his eyes searching Rain's gaze. The red-head might know what he was subtly referring to... because the Koenig Head had not made it easy for Ricco. At least, not as easy as he'd arrogantly thought. But the deal was done, and it was all settled. Rainier was his--or at least, his to marry, to have, to hold -- as long as the other wished it.
"Es ist alles geregelt. Du gehörst mir, solange du mich hast." Hopefully, that news would add to the others joy. And though he couldn't scoop him up in his arms to kiss him, to shower him with the love he deserved... he hoped he would indeed be happy by the news. Ricco certainly was...and he'd show him just how so later. There was much to celebrate this night.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2023 10:44 pm
Nico tried to listen with half an ear toward Matteo's conversations. However, it seemed most of it was focused on trade and other business ventures that the Puttanesca had very little interest in. Was this the unlife the blonde on his arm had in store as heir of his house? Nico may have, for one brief moment, felt less terrible about his own lot in life. While he had absolutely no interest in becoming the head of his own house one day, for reasons all his own, at least it wouldn't be quite so dull. He could tell that Matteo was having trouble keeping focused, but the Puttanesca was a little too absorbed in other things to lend him much help. The very least he could do at that moment was procure them each a drink, and he did that while also continuing to keep a watchful eye as still more members of the familigia trickled in. Another elder, this one Nico recognized from house Milliner, had arrived. And then a face that the dark-haired vampire could not remember seeing in quite some time. So long ago, in fact, he hadn't even been sure that the ancient vampire was still alive. But of course, Ambrogino had not met final death. From what Nico’d heard from his father, the guy was uncannily lucky and clever, a survivor who had been there during Augustus’s betrayal, whose hand had turned into blackened claws from his absorption in necromancy and the occult, who spent most of his time far away from the clan and all of its politics. It was almost enviable, actually. What Nico wouldn’t give some days to be away from all of this. He shifted his gaze away from Ambrogino, who had gone on to ascend the stairway, seemingly set in his path. Was that…Benedict? Wow. Now that was a blast from the past, but he supposed it made sense. If Ambrogino was here, then the roughed-up Puttanesca was sure to be on his heels, following along like a loyal lapdog. Ah. The drinks. Matteo’s nudge returned Nico’s attention toward the waiter, who had approached with a tray full of champagne. Not precisely his drink of choice, but it would do. He plucked one from the tray and held it to Matteo before reaching for one himself. “You know,” He smiled, turning back toward Matteo, now that he was free, if only for a moment. “If you’re going to be distracted, you should at least make it fun.” Yes, he noticed how the blonde's gaze had wandered. He noticed everything. Leaning in close, he murmured into the other vampire's ear. “You could be thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you la---,” His voice cut off abruptly as he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. A familiar feeling that instantly sent a shudder down his spine, and a cold pit of dread settle in his stomach. Claws dug into the skin beneath his suit jacket painfully, and he eased himself away from Matteo slowly, straightening, but he kept the blonde's arm linked with his own. <********. <********>. How had he managed to sneak up on Nico so easily? Where had he come from? “Niccolo,” The grim voice of his father growled at him from behind. -------------------------------------------------- The head of Puttanesca was late. He had been tied up with a bit of ‘business,’ a matter that could not wait, and even as he approached the manor, he continued to wipe the darkening red smear of blood from his knuckles with a white handkerchief. He was flanked by other members of his familigia, large vampires, the brawn that he always had at his back just in case. As he ascended the steps to the doors that were open wide, he passed the now stained cloth off to someone behind him to hold onto and straightened his tie, his face set in a perpetual scowl, a condescending sneer always just barely hidden on his lips. The moment they stepped inside, he lifted a hand and made a circular motion with his sharply pointed index finger. Those who followed him would depart and report back to him after circling both inside and outside of the manor, a quick scan of the estate and its current inhabitants. Two remained at his back. Moving further inside, he let his gaze fall on those present. The other elders were given barely a passing glance. However, if any managed to catch his eyes as they drifted past, he would give them a cursory nod, nothing formal, and certainly nothing remotely respectful. If they did not respect him, why should he return the favour? Where his eyes did land, however, was upon his only son. Lips pressed into a hard line as he noted the blonde vampire on his arm. He knew of Matteo, of course. He knew of everyone who went in and out of his household, and he also knew that Nico had gone to see the other vampire on more than one occasion. Riccardo Puttanesca had his informants, of course. He would have expected Nico to have found a better place to position himself if he were trying to keep watch. As it were, the Puttanesca Elder had no trouble moving toward him from behind, using his child’s sudden distraction with Matteo to his advantage as he reached out and firmly grasped at his son's shoulder. “Niccolo.” The displeasure in his growling voice was palpable, “Is this how you choose to represent our family? As nothing more than arm candy for a Della Passaglia while he conducts business?” He made a sound of distaste as he sucked in his teeth, shook his head, and leaned close to his child’s ear, breath sour with the scent of old whiskey. “You are a disappointment, as per usual.” He roughly released his son's shoulder and then began to move away, milling through the gathering crowd, his personnel trailing behind him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2023 11:50 pm
Gabriele spotted the head of Puttanesca the minute he walked through the door and felt himself steel over a bit. He hated the man. He had grown up in the Puttanesca house, he'd seen the way the Elder treated his family. The man was a monster. He watched for a time, weaving his way through the crowd but staying otherwise out of sight until he was close enough to see and hear what was happening. He watched as Riccardo put his hand on his son, the disdain in his voice as he tastelessly chose to tear him down publicly, no shock there. Gabriele felt agitation flicker like a hot flame in his chest. Such a c**t. He could see the discomfort on Nico's face. Aside from actually needing to debrief the head of Puttanesca he now wanted to catch the Elders attention to divert it long enough that Nico and Matteo could vanish out of his crosshairs. He shot Nico a look that said 'go' before boldly approaching Riccardo from behind. "Boss, I know this isn't the best time but we need to talk." The job had gone well. It was completed on schedule albeit a little more lengthy time-wise than most given the complexity of the issue, but if Gabriele sounded urgent, and the news possibly bad, maybe he'd leave his son alone. Business always won over family. His gaze slid to the two goons backing the man up, his expression cold, before it returned to good old d**k. _____________________________________ The light behind Edons stormy eyes grew mischievous for only a moment at the idea of some splendidly sordid outcome for the evening should he, instead, choose to be less than admirable. He was quite capable of such feats given the right motivation, and he certainly had that. Right on his arm in fact. "My, my, my... what a beautiful mind you have. So endlessly creative. I'm certain that whatever you could conceive would be worth a little mischief." It wasn't lost on him that he'd just told Romeo to behave. While he was certain the Machiavelli would not disappoint him he also understood very well that the delights of the flesh were a strong siren song. He led Gigi towards the bar and, while she emptied her glass, ordered them two more. Once they arrived he maneuvered them to the quiet of the lounge, finding them both a cozy little chaise lounge to rest upon until Augustus arrived. He leaned close to whisper in her ear, casually brushing a few rogue strands of her lovely hair behind it as he did. "We can simply pretend to be talking business, I'm certain by now everyone already assumes I didn't just graciously stand in for your late husband anyway, however it's more fun to keep them guessing." He smiled and leaned back a bit, raising his glass to his lips as he savored the wine. Impeccable taste, as always. He had always been slightly jealous of the main estates wine cellars, perhaps he could convince Augustus to part with some... perhaps. _______________________________ Armando had thought himself well hidden and out of the way enough in the dark, sipping the drink he'd managed to keep his hands on and that Marcello hadn't also stolen from him. The a**. He was feeling quite content in his nook, so content he hadn't heard the approach of someone. And not just any someone. As the voice broke the velvety blanket of blessed silence his eyes snapped open and he looked around, quickly finding the source. Santino. s**t. Shitshitshit. He'd forgotten he was coming tonight. Well, he hadn't forgotten entirely. But in the moment he had forgotten. Seeing Marcello and Angel go about their death throes they called social foreplay was enough to scatter all his other concerns to the wind. If they were getting back together the mansion would be even worse than it usually was. He bit his lower lip a little roughly before releasing a defeated sigh. So what if Marcello saw him with Santino? For all he knew Armando was finally... socializing. Being a good little Rossellini and conducting business. Yeah. Business. Nothing more intimate. "You know, I can't argue with that logic. You might as well join me. It would be extremely rude at this point to deny me a better drinking experience." He smirked, leaning back into the pillows of the chaise, lifting his drink to his lips as his turquoise eyes drank in the familiar form of the middle Hidalgo brother. He felt nervous. In fact he suddenly felt all nerves. Why? He couldn't quite explain. The Hidalgo family just seemed to always make him edgy in one form or another. Santino shouldn't have, but maybe it wasn't just nerves.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2023 7:49 am
Rainier’s expression softened ever slightly as the Milliner Elder confessed how much he had missed him. He had missed him greatly as well and wanted nothing more than to kiss those lips, run his fingers through Ricco’s dark hair, messing up its neatness and maybe wrinkling that jacket just a bit or at least removing all the layers that he wore one by one. The torture was real, to be so close and yet he couldn’t touch him, couldn’t kiss him, couldn’t love and worship him the way he wanted to right in that moment. No, no. Rainier took another sip of his drink. “Ich habe dich auch vermisst, meine Sonne.” The thought of down time sounded like heaven. Of course, he’d be spending it all with Ricco. Locked away in that penthouse to do whatever they pleased. To block out and ignore the rest of the world. Where they could make love to one another and Rain could hear those sweet words tumble from Ricco’s mouth. His mouth….the Koenig couldn’t help but watch the Elder’s mouth as he spoke and that burning need became almost unbearable. “Well, when faced with loosing your dock most people tend to be very agreeable..” Rainier chuckled as he took another sip of his drink. Of course, the Koenig was rather brutal when it came to that sort of thing. If you gave him trouble well…he gave it right back ten fold and most knew he wasn’t ducking around. “I think you might be on to something there.” For a brief moment his gaze wandered again. Gold eyes darkening as he saw a particularity unsavory character enter the room. The hair on the back of Rainier’s neck stood in end and the muscles in his jaw flexed. The Puttanesca Head had arrived. The man was certainly not one of his favorite people. But his gaze snapped back to Ricco at his news. His gaze softening once more. The Koenig, beneath the surface, was overjoyed to hear that his deal with the head of his house had been successful. Surely not an easy feat. He was a valuable asset afterall. And he could appreciate the fact that Ricco probably had to fight extra hard just for him. “Das sind wunderbare Neuigkeiten, meine Liebe. es macht mich glücklich zu wissen, dass wir endlich zusammen sein werden. Für immer.” This time he flashed a real, genuine smile at the Milliner. Soon they would be married and start a new chapter in their unlives. Together.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2023 8:29 am
Matteo was just glad that for now it seemed people would be leaving him alone. So now he could focus all his attention on the handsome man on his arm all he wanted. He didn’t particularly care what others around them might have thought seeing them together. The blond vampire knew what made him happy and it was Nico. So why not invest the time into that? He accepted the champagne glass, although he would have perhaps preferred something stronger after that onslaught of conversation. He down about half of it. Letting out a little sigh as he stilled himself. The evening was still early and he was sure there were more that wanted to talk business. This was what he had been avoiding all his life. What he hated to think would be his future. There was nothing ezciting or interesting at all. All Matteo wanted to do was have fun and spend time with the Puttanesca. When Nico drew close he smiled. It only grew as he spoke. But all of a sudden there was a hand clamped onto Nico’s shoulder and he stopped mid sentence. Matteo’s smiled quickly faded into a frown as a look he wasn’t fond of at all quickly appeared on the other’s face. The Della Passaglia only knew of Riccardo Puttanesca through what his father and grandmother expressed about the man. This was the first time he had seen the man in person and he could certainly understand the severe disdain that the older vampire had for him. He was sleezy looking. Matteo disliked him already. What the man said next had him really not liking the man. How dare he talk to Nico like that. His frown deepened. Matteo wanted to say something, would have said something. But what he wanted to say probably would have stirred up more trouble for them both. He tightened his grip on Nico’s arm and as soon as the man released his shoulder he pulled Nico closer to him. What this man thought didn’t matter. He was surprised to see Gabriele though. When had it been since the last time he saw his cousin? When they were still little at least. Shooting the other a grateful look as he knew exactly what he was doing Matteo tugged on Nico’s arm trying to lead him away. “Come on. I need some fresh air. It just got really foul in here.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2023 8:50 am
The arrival of the Puttanesca Elder had not escaped Gigi’s notice. No. There was a foul smell in the air whenever he came around. Something rotting within the man that soured everyone’s mood. To say that the Della Passaglia Elder was less than thrilled to see him approaching Matteo and Nifcco was an understatement. She had just about been ready to go over and handle things but Edon led her away to the bar. Probably for the best. But she wasn’t going to let the fact that the scum of the earth just walked through the door ruin her time with her love. But she’s keep one eye on the Puttanesca as much as she could. Just in case. She might have disliked Matteo’s choices lately but they didn’t mean she would allow the head of another house treat her grandchild poorly. Surely he was already doing just that to Gabriele abs that was out of her hands completly thanks to Claudio. With her wine refreshed they soon found themselves alone in the lounge. Settling into a chaise where prying eyes and ears couldn’t reach them. She certainly would have liked a place a bit more private so that she could put her hands on him. Kiss him and whisper in his ear just exactly what she wanted to do to him once they were alone. She smiled as he whispered in her ear. “Of course, bello. Let them chatter away as they like.” She took a sip of wine while relaxing into the soft cushions. This was nice. It reminded her of times in their youth where they would sneak off all the time during these types of gatherings. As to what they did well that was between the two of them. “Tell me, il mio bel amore, what business would you like to discuss?” There was a twinkle in those brown eyes. A bit of mischief mixed with a little humor. Curious as ever as to what the Machiavelli had in mind. Knowing full well that it wasn’t business that they were going to be discussing. No, not at all —————- Well, at least he hadn’t told him to get lost or grump at him. So they was a start. A wide grin spread across Santino’s lips as the other invited him to join him. Slipping a hand into his vest he pulled out a flask before flipping down onto the chaise next to Armand. Perhaps a little too close for the Rossellini’s comfort. Here in the dark no on xould see them so he shouldn’t worry right? Besides Angel and Marcello were busy with each other anyhow/ He unscrewed the top of the flask and took a long sip before lowering it from his lips and making an appreciative noise. Holding up the flask he gave it a little shade at Armando. “Would you like some, amante? It’s probably stronger than what you are drinking currently. Normally I would pour it over sugar cubes but I have none with me, so straight it is.” What was in the flask was nothing more than straight absinthe. It would help Armando loosen up and relax for sure. Though absinthe wasn’t for everyone. Straight it had a very strong taste and not everyone could handle the effects of it either. Leaning back into the cushions he let out a contented sigh. To be honest Santino was glad to see Armando here. He really didn’t know anyone else besides his brothers that was here. Marcello he’d never met personally but had heard all the stories he needed to make up his own mind about him. “How have you been, amante? I’ve missed you.” It had only been a few days since their last and first encounter that ended up more than just pleasantries. Even so Santino had a hard time getting him out of his head. Perhaps he was just a tiny bit enamored with the other vampire. And what wasn’t there to like? He was tall, handsome, had a body anyone would covet as well as….well other things of course that the Hidalgo enjoyed quite a bit.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2023 8:21 pm
Another tray passed, and Ricco reached out to grab a glass. He would have preferred a second bourbon, but there was no way he was going to fight the crowd loitering by the bar. He gave the glass a little spin, giving it a sniff, before pressing it to his lips. The main family spared no expense, and the rich, red, wine wasn't cheap... and it did go down smooth. However, he'd never recommend it as a chaser to bourbon.
It was a right shame he couldn't kiss Rain to help cleanse his palette, but if he could do that, he'd forget the drink entirely and simply feast upon him instead. And oh, he would, as soon as he could... and that just wasn't soon enough.
At the confession of his threat, Ricco gave a snort, though the corners of his lips curled into a smile. "A convincing argument," he complimented, giving a small lift of his glass, and just a flash of mirth behind his gaze. "Hopefully he understood you weren't bluffing." Rainier wasn't a man of hollow words or idle threats. Ricco knew first-hand what he could do -- the amount of body parts and organs that found their way onto his desk over the years was impressive.
A change in the energy, and the darkening of Rain's gaze had Ricco follow his line of sight to land upon Riccardo Puttanesca. The very Head of the family whose name he unfortunately shared. If ever there were thugs among them, the Puttanesca head was it. Thankfully, Ricco had no business with him. Rain's services meant he no longer had to request talent from that side of the Clan... at least not for his personal work. There were other Puttanescas he had paid for various services, or when he or others in the Milliner line ran into complications that needed their style of finessing...
But tonight, he had no desire to focus on the and other Riccardo.
Thankfully, Rainier's attention swiftly moved back to him--and if Ricco had changed his position, to step a bit more between his lover and the other Riccardo, well, he just wanted his sole attention for a few more precious minutes. He could have melted at the sight of Rainier's smile--and he smiled warmly behind the rim of his glass. "I thought you might like that," he murmured lowly. As the night wore on, more and more family were coming to linger in the main room, which did afford Ricco an excuse to step closer to Rain. No one could fault for him for standing near, or leaning in to speak privately.
Business was business, after all....Next year, they wouldn't need stand so apart.
Of course, dealing with the Koenig head had been no walk in the park. In fact, the Milliner's would be down a body or two as part of the deal, soon-to-be traded to the smaller family to make up for the loss. There was also a few businesses that would change hands in future, and a substantial financial contribution as well-- but it was worth it. The money would be made back, the bodies would give him more contacts within the family Koenig, and more business, even when it came to arms dealing, was fine. He'd make it work, if it meant getting to keep Rainier Koenig permanently.
"Is there any business you've to tend to while you're here?" He asked, letting his eyes sweep the crowd again. He hadn't spotted the Head of the Koenig family but would be surprised indeed if he showed. Perhaps Rain would be it. "I might have a few words with you in private, if you've the time." Lies, all lies. But private meetings weren't uncommon -- how many others were snuck in corners, or heading off to quieter, darker places. Ricco was known to make quiet deals this night... but the proposition he had for Rainier was for his eyes, and ears, and lips alone.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2023 5:08 pm
There was no love lost on Riccardo Puttanesca. If ever there was someone who was the epitome of sleeze it was that man. Sure there were monsters among the clan but that was typically turned outward. This man turned it inward on his own family, which was no secret to anyone. There was a reason the energy in the room shifted when he entered. Rainier rolled his neck a couple of times as he tried to shake off the feeling of irritation. When Ricco stepped into his line of sight he smiled the briefest of mines. Rain’s attention was solely on Ricco now. In all honesty he was the only one the Koenig was interested in here anyways. The room filling up caused everyone to move just a little bit closer to each other as they chattered away. How close Ricco had become though made it all the more difficult.Business deals, catching up, socializing, these were few things that the Koenig enjoyed doing. Being the only one here tonight of his family though may thrust himself into such things. Not like Rain couldn’t handle it though. The only instructions he had been give were to observe and report back, most here had no clue as to who Rain was. He was a ghost and the Koenig much preferred it that way when it came to the other families. Finishing his drink he set the empty glass on the same tray that Ricco had plucked another glass from but did not take another for himself. Whatever was floating around then would have left much to be desired he was sure. However the bar was still busy and he had already dealt with that once tonight. Maybe things would settle down once things had gotten started and he might be able to slip away while everyone else was preoccupied. Rain shook his head. “No, I’m just supposed to watch and observe tonight.” While the deal had been done the Koenig could still call upon him if they wanted, at least until things be tween Ricco and him were officially together. In fact they had this evening. He probably could have talked up the Ashe business but it wasn’t necessary. In all honesty it was going well enough they he didn’t need to put feelers out for any new clients. An eyebrow raised as he tilted his head just slightly. The corner of his mouth lifting in amusement. He knew Ricco wouldn’t be wanting to talk business. It was rare that they did outside his office. No, Rain was pretty sure his love had other things in mind. “Lead on.”
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2023 11:39 am
It figured that Riccardo Puttanesca had been late to the party. Nico hadn't been expecting it and had foolishly assumed that the Elder would have arrived earlier. He felt that clawed hand as it dug in deeper, eliciting a pain that Nico refused to let show on his face. He stared straight ahead, tried to relax, to unclench his jaw and make it look like everything was wonderful. He caught the eye of Gabriele briefly, who was watching the interaction just like it seemed most people in the room now were. Knowing this, the dark-haired vampire acted as though everything was fine. He tilted his head toward his father's murmured words and smiled like the man had said something flattering instead of vile. As Nico's shoulder was released and the Elder (thankfully) moved on, he gave his head a minute shake and let out a low chuckle as though they'd just had nothing more than a pleasant, albeit brief, conversation. "....What a ******** d**k." Nico muttered under his breath when he was finished, not taking his eyes off the head of Puttanesca as he made his way through the room, stopped by Gabriele, who shot the two of them a look. Nico gave only the slightest nod before turning his attention fully to Matteo again. The last thing Nico wanted was to see any pity in the blonde's eyes at that moment. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. The Ancilla smiled genuinely, pushing the encounter aside, refusing to let it ruin his evening or drive a wedge between him and Matteo. The Elder Puttanesca was an a*****e, no doubt, but Nico was used to his hurtful words and mostly empty threats. At that moment, he only considered himself lucky that the man hadn't forcibly wrested his son away from Matteo, for a night that was sure to be full of shady business dealings. "Yes, of course." He was still holding his champagne glass and downed the rest of its contents, sure that he could find a place to set the empty glass down as they made their way out of the room, as he let Matteo take the lead in finding them somewhere quiet to be. --------- Ah, there it was. Angel's words, which he had wanted to hear him say, sent a wave of pleasure through the Rosslini Elder. If only they were anywhere else right now, he would be able to immediately set himself to work on the other vampire's request. Now it would have to wait as anticipation set in, sure to drive Marcello wild by the end of the evening. His amber gaze burned brighter now, his smirk widening. Oh, the fun they were going to have when this little soiree was adjourned. He could already hear the delightful sounds he would peel, tear, and pry out of many an unlucky mortal. He ran his tongue along his teeth as he imagined it with vivid glee, and as he looked upon Angel then, his gaze smouldered with more than just his excitement over what was sure to be a thrilling afterparty. "That, I can do. For you. For us." His voice was like silk across bare skin, his mood shifting so easily now that he knew he would be able to get what he wanted. Angel. His Angel. The Rossellini house was about to get much more interesting for a while. "Go and choose them then, but think of me when you do and the things I will do to them in your name." He would be watching, of course. Any mortal Angel spoke with would be finding their way into the Rossellini basement. It was as much a reconciliation gift as anything he could possibly offer. He bowed, took a step back, and half turned as though to walk away before pausing and speaking again, his look thoughtful, his words carefully chosen as a way to admit that he had also missed the Hidalgo. "You could perhaps also find me when you are finished. I am sure we could find someplace away from prying eyes to remind ourselves why we missed each other."
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2023 12:45 pm
The room had become rather packed with bodies and any excuse to go outside was good enough for the blond. But with how rigid Nico had gone during that whole interaction let him know that he probably needed some fresh air too. If anyone else wanted to talk business he would direct them to his Grandmother, he had had enough of that for one evening. For now his sole focus was Nico. Matteo had barely touched the champagne he had been given but found a passing tray to set it on as he wove them through the crowd. If Gigi were to ask where he had been later he’d tell her the truth to a degree. It was stuffy and clawing in there with so many people. The quiet anticipation smothering. Finally he found his way to a door that lead outside onto the estate grounds but he didn’t stop short of the doorway, no, Matteo lead them further out and only once he felt they had a fair amount of distance between them and the mansion did he stop. He wouldn’t ask Nico if he was ok. He didn’t want to dredge it and all the feelings that probably roiled inside him. How funny a pair they were indeed. There families were certainly not the best of friends and yet….. Unlinking his arm he took a few steps forward before inhaling and then exhaling rather audibly. As if he were expelling a foul smell from his senses. Giving a little stretch of his arms over his head as he stood on his tip toes. “Much better. You would think they would change up the April fourth party just a little but it’s the same thing every year. I get sticking with tradition and all that…” He chewed on his thumbnail thoughtfully. The world was ruled by old stuffed shirts who were set in their ways unfortunately. “I guess it just can’t be helped.” ——- There was pleasure in the Hidalgo Elder’s eyes as Marcello seemed quite receptive to his words. But of course he was, Angel had just promised to serve up some unsuspecting mortals to the Rossellini. A gift of a game that they quite often played, Angel would choose and Marcello would drag them back to the basement where they would languish for days until their usefulness was spent. It was one of his favorite things after all. Many unsuspecting mortals had fallen prey to this game over the centuries and if Angel had his way many more would follow suit. “I always do.” A fanged grin flashed as he watched him bow. So formal an exit but he supposed everyone had to keep putting on airs to say the least. Those would probably lessen as the night drew on and the booze kept flowing. If people hadn’t already started pairing off and finding dark corners already he would have been a very surprised Giovanni that was for sure. He had just about turned away when Marcello stopped to add one more thing. It was good to know he had been missed in whatever capacity. Even just a little. Angel kept his expressions as well under check as he could. To himself he could admit that he had missed Marcello greatly. Missed their games, their passions, missed waking up in his bed. That loss was palpable but he did everything in his power not to let it rule him this past century. Maybe Marcello meant more to him than he was willing to admit. “Espero mas tarde entonces.” He dipped his head briefly before turning and heading back into the crowd like a predator out for prey. As that was exactly what he was.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2023 1:06 pm
Nico found a place to abandon his empty glass as they weaved through the bodies in the room and toward a door that would take them back outside. He couldn't help but glance back toward his father as they moved, mostly to ensure that the Elder was sufficiently distracted by his conversation with Gabriel. Of course, he knew there was no way to sneak away completely undetected. His father would have brought his most loyal family members along with him. They would be spread throughout the house, always watching, always listening, always eager to inform on something juicy that might elevate them to higher favour with the slimy head of Puttanesca. He tried to avoid making eye contact with any of them or with anyone as they made their way. There was no need to invite any unwanted conversation. He hoped his sisters had all found places to be that were far away from their Father or at least found ways to go unnoticed by him. They finally, blessedly, made their way back into the cool evening air. Nico immediately found himself tilting his head back and taking a deep breath, even while they continued to move. He had no qualms with letting Matteo take them as far away as the blonde wanted because the further they went, the less likely they were to be followed by one of his father's goons. Finally, they stopped, and Matteo let go of him to move further away. Nico watched for a moment, then glanced back toward the mansion. It was quieter out here and much less stifling, with an air of privacy surrounding them, that the dark-haired vampire was grateful for. He dragged his attention back toward the blonde, moving up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist, hands gliding across his sides to clasp around his front, head bowing down to place a soft kiss against his jaw, his eyes closing as he took another slow, deep breath before exhaling again, letting himself relax against the blonde, to feel every dip and curve of his back pressed up against his chest. "Oh? What kind of party would you rather have instead?" He asked, amused as he began to straighten up, already feeling much better than he had only moments before.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2023 1:49 pm
As Nico’s arms wrapped around him Matteo leaned back, a warm smile passing over his lips at the kiss as he was wreathed in the other’s scent. Pressing himself against the other comfortingly. It had been a stressful night so far for the both of them for various reasons. Duty, his grandmother, Nico’s father. Just being able to be outside, alone as much as they could be, with the dark haired vampire was enough for him. His hands came up to grasp Nico’s arms, holding him in place for the time being. “Hmmmmm a good question.” Certainly his idea of a party was nothing like what awaited them back inside. Matteo’s idea of a good time exceedingly surpassed anything the older generations could muster together. Turning in his arms Matteo wrapped his arms about his neck, letting his fingers play with the little curl of hair at its base, brown eyes gazing up at him with amusement. “Ohhhhh you know. A little of this a little of that. Lights, lots of lights that flash and blink. Music that got people moving instead of standing around. Glitter, lots and lots just like buckets full. Oh! I wonder where one might procure a smoke machine.” Now he was getting excited and he had to reel himself back in before his brain completely went off the tracks. But that was easy enough with Nico there holding onto him. Leaning up he kissed Nico’s chin, a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. “Of course if it were just us then it would be a completely different party all together.” Returning to that same train of thought that had been so rudely interrupted earlier. For them, however that would have to be the after party. As soon as they could Matteo had intention of skipping out and taking Nico with him, not wanting to run the risk of bumping into Gigi or Riccardo.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2023 2:43 pm
Watch and observe.
Ricco glanced around at the growing group of famiglia. It was an eclectic group, certainly. Between mortals unknowingly rubbing elbows with Kindred, plenty of family Heads moving through the crowd, and everyone dancing between business, pleasure, and loathing-- it was a surprise nothing had gone so clearly amiss. They were all at their Disciple's will, after all -- and there was a new, heady sort of power that gripped him. He'd thought maybe it was just the sight of Rainier after their time apart, but it was greater than that; it was like he'd been functioning half-asleep.
Whatever it was, it felt good.
"I shan't keep you from your duties overly long," he spoke, knowing well that even if he wanted to, it would be near impossible. The party was bound to get moving eventually, and there was likely more business to discuss throughout the night. He'd need to touch base with a few other Milliners anyway. But for now, things were still quiet, and others were starting to pair off, or at least move to other areas of the estate. A few minutes alone with Rain would do them both some good.
It was a risk, of course. Lately, Ricco hadn't been known for his restraint--but he had to be. Tonight would be a testament to it, even if he was, perhaps, inching towards a little fix. Surely, he couldn't be blamed. The tension between the two of them was palpable--and stepping closer only made it worse. He didn't bother finishing the wine -- one more sip before he set it down on a passing tray and gave a small dip of his head in acknowledgment.
Giving one last sweeping look about the room, he strode through the crowd, trying to find some quiet spot. It was near impossible with the amount of people -- and he did get paused from time-to-time, making a note to seek out so-and-so, or to discuss some new development -- all things he would certainly do before the night's end. But he had other, far more pressing business to tend to--and he needed a quiet spot where he could conduct it. It was near impossible with this amount of people, but those who were near wouldn't bother them. They were caught up in their own intimate conversations.
"I'm afraid this can't wait," he murmured, leaning in close to press his lips against his ear. Whispered secrets weren't uncommon...but the press of those lips against them wasn't something Ricco was known to do with anyone. His words low and only for him.
With one quick glance around, he pushed Rain back against that shadowed wall, and finally stole what he'd wanted from the first. A kiss. One little kiss, to get him through. It was going to be a long night at this rate, and it had already been some time since they had last left one another. There was no shame in it, after all -- and if anyone asked, he was simply strengthening some particular bonds a personal way.
He would be true to his word -- he wouldn't keep him long. There was business to tend to, for them both. But he much preferred not to suffer needlessly.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2023 3:09 pm
So far Rainier had seen nothing of significant importance in his observations. He made minor notes on who seemed to be pairing off and slinking into darker corners. Wether for more sensitive business dealings or something a bit more sordid he could not say. The Koenig was not that invested in the affairs of others. The rumor mills had never interested him. To be frank, the world he walked dealt in cold hard facts. No could bes. As soon as Ricco began to move Rain was hot on his heels. His hands still casually shoved into the pockets of his jacket. Starting and stopping as the Milliner Elder did. To any discerning eye they may have been going off to conduct sensitive business like so many other pairs were doing. Yea, just business. Those lips against his ear sent a shiver along his spine. How he longed to feel them on his skin. Away from the prying eyes of others. But such as it was. The shove backwards had only mildly caught the Koenig off guard. Not having quite expected it, he let out a little grunt. But with that shove came those very lips he had been pining for for days. The warmth and taste of Ricco’s mouth was a welcome change to the bourbon that lingered in his lips. But they could only steal the briefest of moments. Breaking the kiss while trailing his thumb over the Elder’s cheekbone. “If you don’t stop I won’t last the night.” He growled low into Ricco’s ear. “Unless you want to get caught, who knew you were into voyeurism.” A chuckle rumbled deep in Rain’s chest as he glanced past Ricco for only the briefest of moments. Daring anyone who happened to wander by to turn an eye in their direction.
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