Some things never last, but will this?

Chapter Three; Secrets.

No Ones POV.

"Guido, What's wrong..?"

Giorno spoke in almost a shaky tone, his hands were messing with the hem of his suit jacket.
This sight made Mista's heart shatter, he looked over his tired boyfriend, knowing what he did. Mista took advantage of his tired out lover, how could he do this? He questioned himself internally, Mista knew he would have to answer Giorno sooner or later, only later if he wanted him to question more so he thought of the quickest excuse there was.
"I forgot something at the restaurant Fugo and I went to yesterday. It was nothing important really, just a pen."
Mista chuckled, holding out a pen from his car.

Giorno's POV.

Giorno stared at him for a moment, taking in how nervous the other looked. Why would he dress like that just to go to the restaurant? Why does he smell like alcohol and sweat? He shifted as his mind began to drift to such awful thoughts before he cleared his throat.
"Oh. That makes sense I suppose. Well, since you are back do you mind if we lay down together for a while? I've missed you." He spoke softly as he took a step towards him, raising a brow before reaching to take the others hands into his own. His hands are shaking.. Is it that cold out? Giorno observed his taller boyfriends facial expression but realized something odd. Mista's hands were shaking, but he's horrendously hot. He's sweating?

"Guido, you're sweating. Are you sick? Do you want to take a bath together?" He caressed the others hands gently in his own, face full of worry.

"No! I don't want a bath- anything but!"
Giorno, a face of shock now stared at him, taken aback from Mista's new change in voice.
"I didn't mean to upset you, I'm sorry. Then let's go to the bedroom, we can get you changed in something lighter and rest for a while? You must be tired given the early hour."

Mista's POV.

Mista nearly scoffed to himself, Me be tired? You should check yourself out. He thought before slowly taking his hands back away from Giorno's, ignoring the slightly pained expression he made.
"I don't want to. Nor need it, you go lay down if you do but I don't. I'll be getting a cup of coffee instead." He walked passed Giorno to the kitchen Why am I being such an asshole to him? He doesn't deserve this. He sighed to himself, not daring to look back at the clearly upset Giorno who quickly made his way up the stairs and passed a questioning tired Fugo who made his way down stairs to the kitchen where Mista was, making coffee.

Mista stirred the coffee and creamer together as he rubbed his temple with his free hand, What am I doing? He was knocked out of his thoughts when Fugo tapped on his shoulder.
"What happened with you and Giorno? He nearly ran up the stairs. His eyes are red, Mista."
Fugo scoffed to the other before making himself some coffee.
Mista rolled his eyes before his shoulders relaxed slightly after seeing it was Fugo and not his boyfriend.
"He wanted to lay down with me. I'm not tired, while he is. I told him to lay down without me. He's just.. Being dramatic." He sighed before taking a gulp of his coffee down, despite the burning feeling in his throat. He had to distract himself, he couldn't let Fugo of all people be the first to find out, he'd freak out about it, he'd yell at him for what he did. I deserve to be yelled at he thought before turning his back to Fugo.
"You have no room to talk, Mista. You always seem upset after he  says he's still working. Maybe he just wanted time to spend with you?" Fugo pat his shoulder gently as he mixed in some fall spices into his coffee before taking a soft sip after blowing at it.

Mista furrowed his brows and made his way to the couch, calling out over his shoulder.
"Screw that honestly! He wants to do it now after all this time he waits till now?! No, he's fucking with my head, Fugo!" He sat down on a chair before nearly slamming the mug down before holding his head in his hands I can't do this, it's going to come out one way or another. But before Mista continued he had Fugo slap him across the face, he already knew he fucked up but the slap helped him oddly enough.
"For fucks sake, Mista! You can't say those things about him like this! This isn't like you?! What happened?" Fugo demanded as he sat across from Mista now, his eyes staring at Mista almost like daggers. He knew Fugo could get angry, but ever since they're friends passing it's almost like it increased horrendously. It made sense really, Bucciarati treated Fugo with such kindness, he treated them all with kindness. If he were around would he have still cheated on Giorno? But enough aside, he had to answer Fugo. He knew if he kept him waiting Fugo would crack it out of him one way or another, whether it being from Fugo yelling at him or straight up hitting him or breaking the mug over his head.
"Fugo, I fucked up.." Was all Mista could croak out into his hands. Almost like Fugo immediately knew what Mista meant, he stood up abruptly.
"What do you mean, Mista? What did you do." Fugo spoke, quietly. Almost too quiet for Mista to even hear over his own heart pounding against his chest. It scared him, he knew Fugo's anger was raging towards him at the moment What if he ran to tell Giorno now? Mista quickly shook his head and stood up, almost knocking the table out of the way before he firmly set his hands on Fugo's shoulders to stop him from walking or especially running anywhere.

Fugo's POV.

"I broke my promise to Giorno. I hurt him, in the most awful way possible Fugo! I don't know what to do man, I'm freaking out here.."
Mista spoke, his voice cracking here and there. How could he even be upset right now? He bad no right to be upset.
"You have no right to be upset right now, Mista! You did this to yourself! How could you even do this?!" Fugo yelled at his taller friend, he was angry. More than ever, they're original famiglia was destroyed because three of they're friends died. More of it was about to come to an end, was this all real? Was it even reality?

"I know I have no right to be upset! But I can't help it! I felt lonely, I missed his hands on my body-" Mista spoke, but had no time to finish it as Fugo grabbed the collar of Mista's turtle neck, getting a glimpse of the bite marks and hickies along his neck. Fugo felt sick to his stomach seeing the sight of his friends unfaithfulness.
"So you went out and got someone else to touch you?! Was that really all you could think of? Have you ever even tried to communicate to Giorno how you felt?!" Fugo spat out, pulling Mista closer by his shirt.
"No, I haven't! I never.. Even thought of that!" Mista spoke hastily, unable to make any sort of eye contact with Fugo.

"I want you to say it, Mista." Fugo spoke coldly into his face. Mista stared at him confused for a moment,
"Say what?.."

"Say what you did to Giorno. Right now."

"..."

"I cheated on Giorno."

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Well! That's the end of this chapter! What do you think will happen next? Stay tuned to find out! I hope you guys enjoyed this!