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The mention of karaoke had almost thrown Nico off, as inwardly, he wondered what he had just gotten himself into. Yet, at the same time, with Matteo's eyes lit up, the dark-haired vampire felt like he could have done anything if only to keep them that way. Dancing, singing...any of it. Matteo was the first one to pay attention to him like this in a very long time, though Nico knew that was mostly his own fault.

Had he the capacity to blush, he might have done so at the next comment, spoken confidentially in Nico's ear, the snapping of teeth sending a surprising jolt down his spine. It was hard to keep the lust out of his gaze at that moment, no matter how good he was at schooling his features. Of course, maybe he wasn't even trying to hide it, the booze that warmed his belly, emboldening him enough to give a slight shrug of one shoulder, his blue eyes sparkling with mischievous thoughts, though he kept those to himself for now.

Once Matteo had spun away to make his way through the club and out into the cold, Nico followed close behind and to the side, pulling on his own jacket as they walked out, his own brain working at a million miles per second. He was excited and expectant, but underlining both was a quiet uncertainty, the kind that he tried to suppress but kept finding ways to bubble back up to the surface.

He had no idea what he was doing, and now a handsome guy he was fairly certain was completely out of his league was grasping ahold of his arm, pulling it to his chest, and asking him where they were going. What the ******** was he supposed to say? Why hadn't he thought this far ahead??

It didn't matter, for at least a moment anyways, because even if he'd had anything to say, it would have completely flown out of his mind the moment he saw how Matteo was looking up at him from through thick, dark lashes.

For a second, he may have forgotten his name. And then he remembered it and smiled gently down at the man on his arm. "Nico." He said, and then also remembered he was supposed to be taking them somewhere.

"We could go to my place, but sometimes it can get a bit loud..." He speculated, looking away and into the hazy distance.

"But we could also try and drown them out." That mischievous glint had returned. Maybe he had it in him after all.

He liked the way Matteo said his name. It sounded nice, falling from those lips the vampire momentarily found himself fixated on. He suddenly grinned in response to what was said next, and he reached up to push his own hair back out of his eyes, mentally giving himself a shake.

This guy was going to be a handful, wasn't he?

"Of course, Matteo." He said in response as they started walking, his hand he'd used to push back his hair now finding its way into a jacket pocket. He quickly realized that they were going in the wrong direction and altered their course as soon as they came to an intersection. "If I ever forget, I can just look back at the card you gave me." He teased.

Like he would ever forget.

"Hmm, not super far." He said he was used to walking to get around. "And yes." Something in his look changed. "Plenty of booze." Probably too much. He could appreciate a few drinks himself, of course, but the way a few of his family members got absolutely s**t-faced regularly...well. It didn't exactly mix well with their temperaments.

"Do you know know the Puttanesca Family Estate?" He asked, with a hint of embarrassment crossing his face.

Nico chuckled a little at Matteo's mock pout and cast him a sidelong glance. "Ya? And how are you going to make sure I don't forget?" He asked, with that mischievous little twinkle back in his blue eyes.

He walked along in silence for a time. Not an awkward silence by any means, just the type that Nico was used to, a comfortable silence until Matteo answered his question.

He may have wrinkled up his nose a little and grimaced in response.

"I suppose spicy is one way of describing them...Is that what you prefer?" If so, then Nico couldn't help but feel like Matteo may be disappointed in him. Unlike most of his family, Nico was much calmer and more reserved. He had his moments, sure, but he wasn't nearly as fiery or explosive as some of his cousins.

"It is indeed. 'The ******** Puttenesca'." He laughed a bit, though it was dry, "The estate is where we're going."

"What about you?" He hadn't been lying when he said he'd wanted to get to know Matteo better.

They were walking along at a fairly quick pace, and Nico was constantly hyper-aware of the body pressed up against his that was holding onto his arm. He'd never done anything quite like this before. Always so quiet and reserved. He had taken home lovers, sure, but people he had come to know over time. Not some host from a nightclub he'd been ogling for a week or more and had invited into his bed spur of the moment.

But something about Matteo had drawn him in. Was still drawing him in. His reactions, smile, confidence...it was all so enticing. How could he have let the opportunity go to waste when it presented itself?

"I'm not like them." Nico insisted with a small smile. When it came to his family, he had always felt like an outsider, a black sheep. It was okay if Matteo had expectations; he just did not want him to be disappointed in the end.

Nico caught the sound of a sigh after he had asked his question about Matteo's family, and his steps slowed a little as he listened. Della Passaglia? Of course, he had heard of them. One could not grow up the heir to an entire family estate and not know of every other family in the clan Giovanni.

His steps slowed to a stop, nowhere significant, just somewhere along the side of a street in a neighbourhood still several blocks away from the estate. Nico turned to look at Matteo, ice blue eyes staring into brown, a smirk turning up his lips.

"I have no doubt you are, but why not show me now, hm? It is cold out here, after all."

Hopefully, the Giovannni vampire thought to himself at the moment before he felt Matteo slip his hands inside of his jacket, I'll get a chance to show him. He thought the words instead of speaking them out loud because, at that moment, he didn't want to talk. He wanted to let himself fall for those gorgeous brown eyes. He wanted to feel Matteo's body up close against his own. He wanted that press of lips against his to show that this was real and not some joke or impossible fantasy.

It seemed that, for now, he would get what he wanted. A thrill swept through him at how Matteo took charge at the moment, those claws running against Nico's back, drawing out a long sigh from him just before they kissed, the vampires lips parting easily and readily, feeling the heat of it and melting against it until he was pushed roughly against a wall.

He let out a gasp, or at least as much of one as he could when he still had a mouth covering his own. It was not often, if ever that Nico was not in control. He had to control so much all of the time. It was nice to let go. It was amazing.

His gloved hands came up, fingers lacing through Matteo's hair, one hand going behind, sharp claws grazing against his scalp, the other caressing his face.

The kiss could go on forever, as far as Nico was concerned.

The kiss ended far too soon, but it would have felt that way no matter what, and Nico let out a light chuckle, a look in his eyes and the smirk on his face showing just what he had thought about it. As he felt Matteo pull further away, he let his hand drop from the other vampire's face, though he managed one last graze of his thumb against his jawline.

"Very." Nico agreed. "I don't think I'll ever doubt you again." His lips still tingled from the feel of lips against them, and his face somehow felt hot, despite a lack of proper circulation. He had known that there was something special about Matteo, but...well, if how busy he was at the host club was any indication, so did half the damn city.

But that kiss had been hot on a level that Nico had never experienced before. When Matteo began to pull him forward, he followed readily, fighting the urge to grab the front of the other vampire's jacket to pull him forward for another kiss like the one they'd just had.

Patience. It was only a few more blocks to the estate. Then they only had to get past whoever was lurking about, hopefully without being drug into menial conversation or asked too many questions.

He nodded to Matteo with a smile and, this time, slid an arm around the other man's waist to hold him closer as they walked.

The kiss had almost been like an icebreaker. Until that moment, Nico hadn't been sure this was...well, anything. He still wasn't sure where this would lead, if it would mean anything after tonight, but after that kiss...he knew he wanted whatever he could get, regardless of where things ended up. The moment replayed over and over in his head as they walked along, and he fervently wished the estate was much closer than it was.

He needed a distraction. Matteo's body snugged in nice and cozy against his as they walked along was almost too much.

"So, why the host club?" He asked, hoping to be able to focus on something else for the next few minutes.