Vanilla and Chocolate (BruAbba Oneshots)

Waves

Bruno loved the sea. The never ending tide of the clear blue sea. The waves that came and went, eddied and flowed. Never ceasing.
   Sometimes they were calm, and other times they raged, furiously assaulting the beaches and coasts of the land.
They reminded him of his father and the times he went to sea. They reminded him of his childhood and how it all went wrong.

As the startling sun's glimmer off the water's edge began to fade and the sky took on hues of orange and red, Bruno knew he should go back home. But he wanted to stay a while, the clear blue water reflecting his twinkling blue eyes.
The yellowy orange  that shone off the now darker water reminded him of Leone. His severe black clothes and his ochre eyes...
The sea was a pool of melancholy and longing that Bruno couldn't bare and yet it enraptured him so. It dug up so many memories and so many hopes and dreams.
   It made him think of Leone, and how long it would be before he returned from his trip.

He walked along the beach, slipping his espadrilles back on as he dragged his feet across the sand.
Some people were only just coming out to the streets around the pier, going drinking or dining. But many had retreated home, just as Bruno was about to.

Bruno and Leone's new flat was just by the beach, on a little promenade above the sand. Resturants and houses lined the beach in every direction.


As Bruno entered the flat, he heard the sound of seagulls from an open window deeper inside the apartment. He remembered shutting the windows before he left to sit by the sea. Had one been blown open?

He moved through a few doors, frowning, curious now.

In the living room, back from his 6 week long work trip, was Leone.
   He had a glass of wine in one hand and he'd stripped off his jacket. He had only a new half length t shirt and skinny jeans. He had jeans so ludicrously tight, it was a wonder his legs didn't lose blood supply.
Either way he was staring out of the open window, past the balcony and out to the sea. He seemed deep in thought, and his cheeks had a rosy red blush to them, as if he was a little hot.

Bruno cleared his throat. "Leone? You...you're back! 4 days early! Oh, I..." he trailed off, moving toward Leone, so elated. He couldn't bare the days he was without him. At first he did fine, alone like he always had been. But after a few weeks, he started feeling alone, and he knew for the first time in his life, he depended on someone.

Leone looked back at him, mouth closed and face still, but his eyes said it all. They were soft and wide.

"Yeah well," he grunted, shrugging, nearly spilling wine on the carpet. He wasn't paying attention. "I could have stayed longer but..." he stopped talking. He didn't need to say much else. He set the wine down on the living room coffee table.

Bruno slowly stole over the room. "It's only been six weeks, but it feels like a lifetime," he hid half of his face in his hand, gripping the side of his head and hair. "I feel like I should feel bad for missing you..." he said, staring into those golden-violet eyes as the waves gently crashed against the shore outside.

Abbacchio stood up and stared down slightly into Bruno's eyes, the two of them with their gazes now locked. "Don't be, 6 weeks is a-"

He stopped talking when the two of them joined in a warm embrace in the middle of the room, Leone taking a deep wavering breath as Bucciarati nuzzled into his chest for the first time in a month and a half.

Both of them wanted to say it but neither wanted to say it first, They both bit the bullet.

"I missed you," They both whispered at the same time. inciting the hint of a chuckle from Abbacchio and a little giggle from Bruno.

"Leone," Bucciarati's words were breathless; he looked up and swept his bangs back.

"Bruno," Abbacchio spoke so deeply yet so softly, like a dangerous animal being lulled to sleep.

Leone pulled Bruno's left arm to slot around his waist and Bruno followed his lead, puting his right arm up Abbacchio's shirt-placing his hand on his shirt, feeling his chest and the way his heart beat so rapidly and how the muscles flexed under every brush and touch Bruno made.

The waves smashing against the sand, in an endless battle with no loser, would be the background to their love.
   Bruno reached up and brushed his lips against Leone's, coiling his hand up all the way through his shirt and to his neck under his white locks.
Leone followed suit by cupping the back of Bruno's head in his own hand whilst placing the other on Bruno's rear. He let out all of his negative energy, all the times he wished he was with Bruno and wasn't or needed his help and couldn't get it, into one long, hard kiss. Bruno didn't expect it and gasped as his head reeled back slightly but was supported by Leone's comforting hand.

The two closed eyes as they both thought of how joyous it was to finally be together again, after six weeks of Leone's absence.

The sun set with the brightest and most beautiful reds and oranges and yellows, all melding into one upon the sea's reflection. The Naples sun smiled it's last rays of the day as Bucciarati shared their first kiss of many over the night.

They pulled their faces back, shiny black lipstick once again plastered all around Bruno's mouth. He loved it. He licked his lips and tasted Abbacchio's esscence. His character painted on his mouth with the lipstick.

"I love you. Leone Abbacchio." He told him as the waves rolled in.

"I love you also, Bucciarati. Bruno..." The other said as the waves pulled back.

The waves that didn't stir saddness or regret in Bruno anymore, only a powerful calm and sense of belonging as he kissed within Leone's cherishing embrace.