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abbacchio x bruno

(idk i made this one  an actual oneshot cause i like this ship a lot :3)

He couldn't put his finger on it. As much as he tried, he couldn't. And it confused him. Leone Abbacchio swore his heart would never be moved again, so why did his heart beat so rapidly, why did it move so much for him? It was wrong, anyway. Bruno was the capo. The leader. Abbacchio was nothing more than an underling, an underling that couldn't shake the feelings he had for his raven-haired boss which had sparked from the exact moment he approached Abbacchio that night in the rain, a slim, handsome man whose look contradicted that of Abbacchio's, who was a soaking, absolutely wasted degenerate, with no foreseeable future until Bruno declared he saw something more in him. Saw something more than his cold, outer layer. Bruno made this clear a few nights after those events, when he dragged a kiss down Abbacchio's jawline, leaving behind traces of expensive lipstick that the ex-cop could never have been able to even think about purchasing before he joined the gang. Bruno had apologized the next morning, however. They were both drunk, he said, too much wine, and even though Abbacchio agreed verbally, his frozen heart swayed.

"Can't sleep?" The voice came from behind him, and Abbacchio was shaken out of his thoughts, and almost dropped the cigarette he'd been absentmindedly twirling between his pale fingers. He turned around, leaning against the terrace railing, with his brooding and lumbering form blending into the equally as dark backdrop of Naples at midnight. A few lights from beyond the bay was the only thing illuminating his rather intimidating poise. "I like it when there's less noise. How about you?" Abbacchio raised an eyebrow while Bruno scoffed, moved to stand next to him and pull out a cigarette as well. "Probably the same reason as you." He held up the small white roll of paper, and Abbacchio immediately fumbled for his lighter, letting the flames lick against the end of it, to which Bruno gave a silent nod of gratitude and inhaled the smoke into his lungs. "I thought you didn't like smoking all that much." "Once in a while to blow off some steam is fine. Don't tell Giorno." Bruno winked at the taller individual, causing his "never-moving" heart to skip two beats at least. "I wasn't planning to, boss." Abbacchio extinguished the glowing edge of the cigarette onto the ash tray and watched the smoke from Bruno's own cigarette curl up into the star-littered sky. "Oh, Leone, how many times do I have to remind you that you don't have to follow such formalities with me. Just call me Bruno." "Right. Sorry bos- Bruno.." The capo just gave him a charming half-smile and turned around to lean chest-first on the top of the terrace railing, taking another drag on his cigarette before letting the wispy smoke stream up from his lips. Abbacchio couldn't keep his eyes off him. Couldn't keep them off his form, which still looked so poised and formal even when he was relaxed like this, and couldn't keep them off his lips, either. Soft, slightly golden lips from the lipstick he wore, which was charmingly subtle, and fit him perfectly. "I was told Naples was always the most beautiful at night." Bruno broke the silence, seemingly-glittering blue eyes trained into Abbacchio's own. Abbacchio thought Bruno's eyes looked like the sun-kissed bay, a piercing blue with a certain glimmer in them. Like he knew something you didn't, which he almost always did. "Really now?" Abbacchio raised an eyebrow and watched as Bruno hoisted himself onto the railing to sit himself on it and cross his legs. "Mhm. Of course, I never truly got to experience it in this light. It's almost more beautiful when you have someone of importance with you to share it with." Bruno shook out his cigarette, and flicked it off the terrace. "Importance?" Abbacchio now perched on the terrace, fingers dancing gently along the intricately carved details of the railing, dangerously close to Bruno's without even realizing. "Of course. If you didn't know, I consider you to be very close to me Leone. You could even say I trust you with my life." Abbacchio couldn't speak. It was truly the first time he'd ever been genuinely at a loss for words. When they came, all he could muster out was "That means more than you'll ever know to me, Bruno," in a slightly cracked voice, a little deeper than his own. The slim-figured capo moved closer. He reached one hand slowly to cup Abbacchio's cheek with lidded eyes. "Why don't you show me, so I can learn to know?" Bruno spoke softly, watching the blood flow to Abbacchio's cheeks, and blush red, and his eyes widen only slightly. Bruno's chest was now flush against Abbacchio's, and his lips pressed slightly ajar against his. The taste and smell of cigarette smoke on both of them intertwining together, as Bruno let his arms wrap around Abbacchio's neck. And it was in that moment, that he knew. This wasn't a drunk kiss. Wasn't a mistake, wasn't an accident, or a dare. Abbacchio knew this time, that it was a genuine
reciprocation to his feelings for Bruno. And for once, he knew why his heart moved so much for him.

(im a homophobic