I'd Never Eat Your brain

His Name Was Giorno

His name was Giorno

A twenty two years old doctor, despite his young age, the blonde was rather successful in his job and was very respected among other doctor's in the hospital. Giorno wanted this job only to help people. Due to growing up with careless mother and an abusive stepfather, the young man didn't care much about money. Sure, it helped him live easier with less worries, for which he was glad, but he knew that his life shouldn't revolve around something as trivial as money.

Giorno could not complain. The moment he finished school and moved out from his parents, his life only got better and better. He finished school, bought a better apartment and soon enough he got married to the love of his life. Sure, getting married at twenty two can be seen as too quick for some, but he knew that this was his one and only from their very first date.

Speaking of him, his husband was standing in the kitchen when Giorno returned home from his shift at the hospital. It was a calm summer of 2007, so they days seemed longer, but he still felt as if he had little to no time to spend with his partner at home.

"Another long day, eh?" asked the tall, dark-haired man from the kitchen. The apartment was filled with the smell of what seemed to be pancakes. The coziness of the atmosphere made him relax almost immediately as he sat on the couch. Soon enough his partner entered the living room with a plate of already prepared pancakes and a second plate on which he balanced jars of various jams. He put it all on the coffee table in front of the couch and sat next to Giorno, his arm quick to embrace his lover's shoulders and he placed a quick kiss on Gio's cheek.

"I take the silence as a 'yes', then?" He chuckled and grabbed one pancake from the plate, instead of smearing some jam onto it he just dipped the rolled treat directly into the jar of strawberry jam and took a generous bite out of it. Giorno smiled at this. "You already knew the answer to this, Mista. Are you going to ask me this everyday?" teased the blonde as he smeared some blueberry jam on his pancake and used a knife and fork to eat the dinner.

Mista took his pancake of jam and booked Giorno's nose playfully with it. "Geez, you don't have to be rude about it, doc." He wore a big grin on his face. And how could Giorno be mad at this charming smile? "It's 'Dr. Giovanna' for you, have some respect, dear." The blonde tried to stay serious but couldn't, especially when his husband was now licking away the jam from his nose by placing countless kisses there and on his face.

"No, for real, what keeps you so long at job lately? Someone's giving you their job? You know that I can kick their ass for that, right?" asked Mista, a small smile still on his face, yet now there also was curiosity in his eyes.

There was certainly a lot happening at Giorno's workplace. Of course, a hospital will always be a busy place, but they did some less legal experiments as of late. They were trying to create a bacteria which could help human brain function even after they died. This way no one would have to see their close ones die due to any disease. Vaccines wouldn't be necessary, cancer would not be as dramatic. It would make the world an easier place to live. Giorno agreed to this secret project hoping he could help people. That's why he has to stay extra hours. That's why he doesn't really have his official breaks anymore.

"It's nothing serious, Guido. Some of my co-workers changed hospitals, so we're just short staffed." Of course he lied. He wasn't sure if his husband would be happy with him trying to play God by stopping death. Besides, 'playing around with bacteria' doesn't sound too safe either. It was a little lie anyways.

"Just don't overwork yourself, baby." Was the only answer as the black-eyed man hugged his husband and attacked him with kisses. The pancakes now long forgotten as the men showered each other with affection on the couch. Tangled legs, mouths never too far apart and the room's silence was broken by quiet pants and noises of lust and love.