Magic Homies -- Kazangelo -- Neo Yokio Fic!!!

secrets

Arcangelo swiped a hand through his long blonde hair. "I'll take those," he muttered to the sales clerk before snapping for a bag. What a fiasco.
Arcangelo Correli had a secret. Many secrets, in fact. His flamboyant, rich, philanthropist front was, well, a front.
Secret number 1-- His mom was poor. His dad got a lot of backlash for "sullying" the bloodline.
Secret number 2 -- His mom was assasinated by his grandparents because she was, well, poor.
Secret number 3 -- His father wanted for Arcangelo to marry an Old Money woman soon, someone who could please the family and would be safe.
Secret number 4 -- Arcangelo Correlli is gay. He flirts with women to maintain the front but he is a raging homosexual. Ten years ago, as a teen, Arcangelo had a secret boyfriend-- someone he refers to now as the Prada Judas to his Gucci Jesus. Stabbing him in the back, this boyfriend told his father, who beat Arcangelo. Because of course, you can beat the homosexuality out of people. Definitely how that works.
And last but not least, secret number 5-- Arcangelo wants Kaz. What started out as an innocent crush turned into unequivocal pining. Kaz was the answer to his problems. Kaz is a guy. Kaz is New Money. Kaz is exactly what his father doesn't want for him. But Kaz is a magistocrat! A damn powerful, sexy, demon slaying magistocrat. Arcangelo loved to watch him fight. But the point being, Kaz could take care of himself. Should his safety be in jeopardy, Kaz Kaan, who has gone toe to toe with demons, could take down anyone. Kaz could protect Arcangelo even. But Arcangelo knows....Kaz doesn't want him like that. And now Kaz thinks he's a sick capitalistic fuck who is using him for money (which is something he'd totally do, hate the game not the player).
Arcangelo took a breath, composed himself, and sashayed over to Caprese Boy like the bad bitch he is.
"What's up, B?" He overheard Lexy ask.
"How are you feeling? I know it's been a hard week for you! We sent a crate of Caprese's to cheer you up!" Gottlieb exclaimed.
"I got that and thanks. I drank more tea than anything,'cuz I was, y'know, sick. But I appreciate the thought." Caprese cans are disgusting and Arcangelo knew Kaz did not in fact appreciate it. He loved that Kaz tried to be kind and supportive of his friends.
"Why so forlorn, B?"
"Ugh Arcangelo's being a pain in my ass again." Mm, what a compliment. I'd gladly be a literal pain in your ass, if you know what I'm sayi- Arcangelo's thoughts were cut off by Gottlieb.
"How so?"
"Get this. He's been trying to project this fan service image of us being a gay couple to get more profits. Isn't that ridiculous??"
"Is it ridiculous, though, B? The socials have been going crazy with all those gifs of you two. Arcangelo kissing your cheek randomly today, grabbing your hand."
"It's viral already???"
"Lexy's right, he's giving you a lot of publicity."
"Yeah, and if it's not true and neither of you come out online saying it's true, what's the harm, B? Just take your coin and leave!"
Kaz's phone started to ring.
"Fuck, it's Aunt Agatha."
"Kaz," the chilling voice of a woman scorned.
"Yes?"
"This may be a strange request, but I'd like you to flirt with Arcangelo."
"NO. GOD, PLEASE! AUNT AGATHA!" Kaz gripped at his pink hair.
"Don't be such a pussy. Just tuck his hair behind his ear, hold hands with him sometimes, rest your head on his shoulder. We're making bank off of the hot chocolate thing today, hot damn. Instagram and Twitter are going crazy."
"Aunt Agatha," his voice went cold. "When will you start treating me not like a commodity but as your nephew?"
"You'd benefit from understanding that I do this for you. Your hot chocolate this morning, by the way, cost 12,037 dollars. If you want this lifestyle, you have to do this kind of shit. Now go kiss Arcangelo, you pissy pink prince." Arcangelo's hands began to tremble. He didn't mean to overhear all of this. He meant to rush in and clear the doubt. To tell Kaz what he wanted. He didn't think that all that he taunted Kaz for all these years held such a weight, had such truth. Ah, the struggles of the neo riche. Before he could do anything, though, his own phone began to ring.
"Gucci Jesus speaking," he groaned.
"A-angelo, I want those suits.. actually." That cracked, broken voice belonged to Kaz. And as much as Arcangelo wanted to rush into Caprese and scoop him in his arms, he couldn't. Not yet.
"Fantabulous, Kazzalicious!" he exclaimed. "I'll drop them off tomorrow morning."
"K."
"Bye, Kaz," he whispered, tenderly.
"Bye."