For Chaer: 1 of 5
Title: Duality
Author: Rosella
Rating: PG-13... I think since it was not too graphic to be R.
Warnings: I suppose it could always be much worse.
Prompt: Giotto/G and G/Giotto- Duality "We're one face to the world and another to each other."
Word count: Short...?
The bed creaks, the room echoing with their breathless moans and soft pants for breath. Roaming hands with lingering touches, muscles tremble- quiver in pleasure while swollen lips continue to meet in heated kisses. Flushed bodies glistening with sweat, rolling over one another as they drown in their passion, the one thing they do that is not spun around lies. Neither holds back, crying out at the flood of ecstasy that courses through every nerve before laying limp in each other's embrace. They hold each other close despite the heat emanating from their naked bodies and share in light kisses with softer murmurs. It's not long before the golden haired male is asleep, resting against the other's chest- a serene look upon his features and G cannot help but smile and hold his lover close. In this bed Giotto is not his boss, a Mafia don of great importance to a family name; no, in this bed and this very moment Giotto was his lover.
Giotto sits behind his desk, gloved hand holding the quill that splatters ink in neatly curled letters across important documents. His signature here, a side note there, a few corrections to this and that while his head remains bowed in concentration; G in another office doing the same, if only to fill reports to give his boss later. They work side by side, speak to each other when it was necessary. They jest when it's appropriate, become frustrated when one is being difficult, but all within the ranges of boss and subordinate, never more. Giotto displays great indifference when G brings a woman over to the mansion, cares little about what they do when they leave his sight (at least outwardly),and shows this by simply working with the his other guardians.
"All for appearances, Giotto."
"... I don't like it."
"We play chess."
"... I wasn't asking-"
"You were thinking it."
The memory clear of their last night together before he pushes the thought away and goes about his day. G does the same, always sure to distract himself with work to keep from breaking the disguise they worked to attain. In front of everyone else, G is not his lover, but childhood friend and right hand man.
Author: Rosella
Rating: PG-13... I think since it was not too graphic to be R.
Warnings: I suppose it could always be much worse.
Prompt: Giotto/G and G/Giotto- Duality "We're one face to the world and another to each other."
Word count: Short...?
The bed creaks, the room echoing with their breathless moans and soft pants for breath. Roaming hands with lingering touches, muscles tremble- quiver in pleasure while swollen lips continue to meet in heated kisses. Flushed bodies glistening with sweat, rolling over one another as they drown in their passion, the one thing they do that is not spun around lies. Neither holds back, crying out at the flood of ecstasy that courses through every nerve before laying limp in each other's embrace. They hold each other close despite the heat emanating from their naked bodies and share in light kisses with softer murmurs. It's not long before the golden haired male is asleep, resting against the other's chest- a serene look upon his features and G cannot help but smile and hold his lover close. In this bed Giotto is not his boss, a Mafia don of great importance to a family name; no, in this bed and this very moment Giotto was his lover.
Giotto sits behind his desk, gloved hand holding the quill that splatters ink in neatly curled letters across important documents. His signature here, a side note there, a few corrections to this and that while his head remains bowed in concentration; G in another office doing the same, if only to fill reports to give his boss later. They work side by side, speak to each other when it was necessary. They jest when it's appropriate, become frustrated when one is being difficult, but all within the ranges of boss and subordinate, never more. Giotto displays great indifference when G brings a woman over to the mansion, cares little about what they do when they leave his sight (at least outwardly),and shows this by simply working with the his other guardians.
"All for appearances, Giotto."
"... I don't like it."
"We play chess."
"... I wasn't asking-"
"You were thinking it."
The memory clear of their last night together before he pushes the thought away and goes about his day. G does the same, always sure to distract himself with work to keep from breaking the disguise they worked to attain. In front of everyone else, G is not his lover, but childhood friend and right hand man.