JJBA Oneshots (pls read a/n)

『📌𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨 𝐱 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢🥤』

Once a year, every La Squadra and Bucciarati would hold a New Year's Party. Major politicians that supported the mafia would also come, and everyone would have to kiss up so the politicians would donate money.

That's why Bucciarati would always dress up. One of the major politicians that was closeted had a thing for Bucciarati, and it was horribly obvious, to everyone including Bucciarati. However, the more Bucciarati talked and flirted with the man, the more he promised to give the mafia; which is why half of the party Bucciarati spent staying by the politician's side, to ensure more money.

All the others, especially Abbacchio spoke against, but none did anything to stop it.

"Good evening, Marino." said Bucciarati as he held out his hand for the politician to shake. The man looked Bucciarati up and down before finally putting out his hand to shake.

Abbacchio watched from afar with a look of disdain. Formaggio chuckled beside him. "God, Abba, he's fine. The dude's not harassing him or anything."
Abbacchio scowled. "Don't call me Abba."
Abbacchio took a long sip of his wine before continuing. "That doesn't mean I like it anymore. Bucciarati deserves someone better. He shouldn't be wasting his time with sleezy politicians."
"So Bruno deserves someone like you, maybe."
Abbacchio sighed, swirling the wine in his cup. "No, that's setting the bar even lower."
Formaggio groaned. "Look, Abba- Er, Leone. He literally likes you. Stop being a pussy and just confess already. Every, single, time I look at him he's look at you, and have you seen the way he smiles around you? That ain't no fake smile. That is genuine shit, and the warmest I see at that. And it's only ever directed at you. It's obvious, man."

Abbacchio nearly choked. "What."
Formaggio chuckled. "Now that's what I call suprise."

Abbacchio glanced back over at Bucciarati, who was fake laughing at some unfunny joke that the politician had made. He watched as the latter's hand crept lower and lower down until it wrapped itself around Bucciarati waist. Bucciarati jumped slightly but ended up not moving it.

Abbacchio's eye twitched with anger. "He shouldn't be allowing him to touch him like that." snarled Abbacchio.
Formaggio smirked. "Go get your man, Leone."
Abbacchio sighed before handing Formaggio his glass. "Hold this, will you?"

Abbacchio power-walked over to where Bucciarati was, and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, pulling him away from the other man's grasp. "C'mon, bello. I have a room waiting for us." whispered Abbacchio, just loud enough for the politician to hear. Abbacchio smiled at the politician mockingly. "Don't worry, you have the entire rest of the night to chat with your...friend."

Abbacchio then ushered Bucciarati out of the situation, and finally let go of his shoulder. "Sorry, Bruno. I just...couldn't bear to see you like that."
Bucciarati cracked a small smile. "No, I'm glad to get away... I'm just worried that we won't make as much money because of this."
Abbacchio pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's not all about money, Bruno. We have plenty of it. I just want you to be safe."
A little blush crept onto Bucciarati's face. Suddenly, the black haired man dove into Abbacchio's chest, and he hugged him. "...Do you really think I'm handsome, Leone?"
"Of course."

Abbacchio hesitated before pressing a kiss to the crown of Bucciarati's head. "I love you."
Bucciarati smiled at him warmly. "I love you too."
A loud, somewhat drunk voice yelled "I fuckin' told ya so!" suddenly came from Formaggio. It also prompted a cheer from every single member of the Bucci Team and La Squadra. Abbacchio laughed, exasperated. "Let's get a room, shall we?"
"Let's."

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