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Even if Matteo's pondering only lasted a few short moments, that space of time between when Nico's true desires had left his lips and when the blonde replied seemed to drag on for an eternity. The Puttanesca had gone utterly still, waiting, almost regretting his words because now he could not take them back. Now Matteo knew. Now the other vampire held all the power, and this "relationship" (if that's what it was) would be his to deny. Nico could not tell if the blonde was only teasing him then. All he could really do was prepare himself mentally, with all haste, for a rejection that he was now sure must be coming.

But it didn't come. He tried not to look too surprised when Matteo kissed him again but almost definitely failed in that regard. He was different around Matteo. Not rigid and cold, but soft, pliable, and, for once, quite shakeable.

He blinked as the blonde pulled away again and spoke. "...Ya?" His icy gaze seemed to brighten as a smile curled up his lips, unable to control it just as he could not control the sudden, dizzying warmth that spread through him. "That's...wow, well...ok then." He was grinning now, ecstatic, and because it felt like the right thing to do, he reached for his drink with one hand while finding one of Matteo's hands with his other to give it a little tug as he began to scoot his way back out of the booth.

"Come on, then. I told you I was taking you dancing, so let's get you out on that dance floor."

It was probably just his giddiness and adrenaline talking, but Nico was now quite ready for this.

Excitement had overtaken him. The Puttaensca was no longer thinking about whether or not he fit in at this place or deserved to have someone like Matteo tucked in at his side. His behaviour, typically cold and calculated, careful and studious, had already been warmed by the blonde prior. Now, it was as if that part of Nico did not exist. Not with Matteo, at least. That part of him could be reserved for the rest of the world, filed away in a neat little compartment to pull out again when necessary. He wanted to experience joy and let go of his inhibitions. He wanted Matteo to show him how, and he felt the other vampire gladly would.

He tipped back his drink as he pulled the blonde down the stairs, downing it in one go as icecubes clinked against his teeth. The amber liquid burned pleasantly all the way down, warming his chest and flushing his cheeks slightly. He set the empty glass down on a table as they passed, determination in his stride, though he was sure to glance back and offer Matteo a smile. When they reached the dance floor, he paused for a moment, the sight of the throng of dancers already taking up almost every available space a daunting one, but soon the blonde's words reached him, and he felt uncertainty melt away once more.

They were doing this. Nico was doing this. He'd come too far to back out now.

There was only so far they could go into the crowd, and Nico felt the press of bodies around them, jarring him at times, and his jaw clenched before he took a deep breath and told himself to relax. This was normal. They had stopped, and Matteo had begun to dance, his fingers still laced with Nico's, and the darker-haired vampire took a moment to gaze at him, the way he moved, the way he smiled, his golden hair shifting around his face as he moved.

It was only an instant's pause to appreciate, and he felt the corners of his mouth turn up into a wide grin. ******** the crowd. They could jostle against him and push him to and fro. None of it mattered, and everything else fell away when he gazed at the guy he was with. The not casual guy he was with.

Nico danced, finding a rhythm, groove, and energy to match the other vampires. He wasn't bad at it in the slightest. He'd always been an agile sort and a quick study. He bounced and swayed and moved to the beat of the music, sometimes pressed against Matteo, allowing a bit of space between them, though it was never much. When they were only bare inches apart, his free hand would often rest just above Matteo's hip or glide around to the small of his back.

He knew what was coming when he felt the blonde's hand slip around the back of his neck. He was only too eager to oblige him with a passionate kiss pressed against his lips, finding Matteo's need a match for his own as it quickly deepened, the two Giovanni hungry for each other at that moment. He could still taste the sweetness of butterscotch on Matteo's tongue, and when he pulled away, he felt dizzy with heat and need, his desire laid bare in his icy blue gaze.

They'd already been dancing for some time, and while the dark-haired vampire was enjoying himself, he could not help but feel a strong urge to succumb to a desperate longing racing through his veins. He turned his face toward Matteo's ear, voice loud to battle against the music that would have otherwise drowned him out.

"Want to find someplace more private?" Back at the booth, perhaps, in some hidden dark corner or somewhere outside. Nico did not care much about the setting; he just knew that what he wanted to do right now was inappropriate for the dance floor.

Matteo's reply to his question split Nico's mouth into a wide grin, and he readily followed the blonde as he led them through the throngs of dancing, bouncing, gyrating mortals and immortals alike. His head was swimming pleasantly, the elation of the evening mixing with memories of the past one he'd spent with Matteo before, a heady combination that left him wanting. He was actually relieved when he saw that the blonde was leading them toward the coat check. While he could have managed to find activities to tide them over in public, the idea of a more private setting was much more appealing to the Puttanesca.

Sliding his ticket over to the hostess, he received his jacket in return and slid it on, his icy gaze flicking to watch Matteo as he did so.

"No." He admitted, eyes blinking once as he gave a smooth shrug of his shoulders. "Somewhere close, preferably."

Which ruled out his home, the Puttanesca Estate, depending on one's definition of "close". To Nico, it was definitely not close enough.

If he'd been thinking more clearly, Nico might have considered a place or two that he'd used as a daytime haven in a pinch, though none was particularly appealing as a place to take Matteo to. They were tiny spaces, with nothing more than cots for sleeping in, hidden, sprinkled throughout the city in case a job went long and he found himself facing daylight too quickly.

Somehow, he was sure that wherever Matteo took them would be quite a bit nicer. His family didn't seem like the type to cheap out when it came to, well, anything. Not that it was something that mattered to Nico at all, he was more concerned with the blonde's comfort than he was with his own.

"Good." He said as Matteo linked arms with him and led him quickly out into the night. The evening air was strangely quiet after the club's noise in an almost unnerving way. He became hyperaware of every sound, of every movement. His anticipation almost seemed palpable on his tongue. He had to try not to think about it too hard. The other vampire said it wasn't far, and surely Nico could hold out just a little longer.

There was a quickness in both of their strides, the dark-haired vampire trying to concentrate on just getting to their destination, trying not to be too heavily distracted by the blonde on his arm who he just wanted to kiss and never stop. Once they arrived, he wasn't sure he'd ever climbed a set of stairs so fast, and moments later, Matteo was pulling him inside a vacant apartment room.

He barely had time to even glance at their surroundings. He was being pushed back against the closed door almost immediately, with Matteo's body pressed against his own and soft, pliable lips pressing against his own with hungry intensity. One hand was instantly raised, curling around the back of Matteo's head, fingers curling through blonde strands of hair, parting his lips to let the other vampire deepen the kiss if he wished.

Nico was awash with a sense of euphoria at that moment. There was a significant difference between kissing a man you thought may only want to be with you for a single night and one who had agreed to stick around for longer, hopefully much longer. It made everything feel more special, every touch and every word. His body burned from a desire that only increased as Matteo ran his hands up and down his body. When the other vampire shed his jacket, the dark-haired vampire barely noticed, so engrossed in kissing him, swiping his tongue with his own, and thinking of what they would get up to once Nico was no longer pinned up against this door.

But he wasn't going to be the first one to stop kissing. He knew he'd never want to stop.