King of Crime, Nero

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An Eventful Dinner

Nero Luca Moreno. A man of many secrets and just as many trades. With ancestry that even Draco Malfoy would envy, he was the talk of the Italian singles communities. His charcoal hued hair framed sharp cheekbones and frozen, arctic blue eyes that could stare directly into anyone's soul. As the boss of the local crime community; he was powerful, handsome, and filthy rich. Men wished to be him, while women wanted to be the one hanging off his arm. There was only one factor that kept the women from dating the coveted man. Nero was, simply put, gay. However, you could count the people who knew of his sexuality on one hand.

Now, he wasn't single, and he didn't have a boyfriend. The only box that was left to check was married. The man who had captured his heart is Oliver Ashton. Nero's spouse was the head of the, rather large, town's police department. With long locks of caramel colored hair and baby blue eyes, he was another man the ladies lusted after. However, with a visible ring on his finger, they knew he was taken, but they did not know who had taken the man of their dreams.

In public, Nero and Oliver were once sworn enemies and would shoot the other on sight. Now, they were inseparable and would rather jump off a cliff than willingly hurt the other. Be as that may, the story of how they became lovers was for another time.

Nero, tonight, was at his parents spacious estate. The manors grand lawn was neatly trimmed and accented with vibrant plants that lined the face of the property. Red oaks leaves that had yet to turn to a brighter shade shaded the grounds. The edge of the lake that resided on the northern edge of the estate could barely be seen as the Moreno manor covered the water. As long as the family had been around, they had resided at the manor.

The oak door knocker groaned when Nero used it to alert his parents of his arrival. Nero had been summoned to the manor by a note that simply stated when to be at the residence and to dress 'to the 9's.' In order to please his parents, he had shown up in his finest suit complimented with a crimson tie. Oliver had barely let him leave the house as he looked like sex on legs. Black locks that were normally left to hang in front of his face were styled to appear quaffed.

Nero hovered in place as his mother and father opened the door. His exuberant mother greeted him with an exaggerated hug while his father gripped his hand in a firm handshake. A flowy, midnight blue gown that was cinched at the waist by diamonds hung loosely on his mother's body. It hid the fat she had accumulated over the years. His father had apparently not cared or not tried to do the same. His graying, balding hair and rounded belly revealed how the man had let himself go. Even though this had occurred, he was still intimidating as he stood at '6'5." Compared to Nero's meager '5'8 ½", Antonio Moreno towered over his son.

"Nero, it has been too long." Clara Moreno's voice brought him out of his musings. As he turned to look at his mother, he was able to see the layers of makeup that caked his mother's face. Age had not been a blessing to the once jaw dropping woman.

"Mamma, I agree" Nero could have gone another few years without seeing this woman. Even though she gave birth to him, he had no maternal feelings for her. He felt he had an obligation to see her but that was all he felt for her. Slowly, he ambled up to her and engulfed the woman in his arms. The hug he gave her was short and duty bound, for if he didn't embrace his mother, there would be hell to pay.

"I have someone for you to meet, and I know you will like her. Be happy I know your taste in women or else I could set you up with someone you're not compatible with." A chuckle escaped her at the thought of not knowing her son's taste. She was very wrong however. His like for women was non existent, but his like for men however was very strong. Just the thought of being with a woman made him sick to his stomach. To rid himself of the sudden nausea, he pictured his husband, lying spread eagle on the silk sheets of their shared bed. The thought worked for his nausea, but his cock began to harden in his pants.