Vanilla and Chocolate (BruAbba Oneshots)

Hurried

It was the perfect moment.

All six of the gang were together on a stake out. Nothing serious, mind you. In fact to call it a stake out was a bit of an exaggeration. They were mainly following Koichi for fun, but that was another story.

However it was a quiet moment in the empty room they were staking out from. The other four had just left to fetch supplies or run errands. So it was just Abbacchio and Bruno, trying to accertain as to what Koichi Hirose's business was in Italy.
   But they both hadn't had any time alone for a whole day, and as a newly joined young couple, it was rather against their wishes to not have some time to themselves.

They sat in chairs, of which there were three. It was nice; not having the ceaseless bickering of the other 4 in the back of their head all the while. It got tiring and they were both glad to be rid of the noise, finding solace in the peacefull silence.
   The turned to eachother and smiled, Abbacchio nodded to him as well.
   Bruno got up, sighing lightly as he took a few paces across the empty room. Bare floorboards and old plaster gave away the disrepair of this hideout.
   Leone remained in his chair, legs spread, fingers tapping his right leg out of boredom. It was pretty boring at that moment.

"This is boring," He said plainly.

Bruno stopped to look at him. "Eh well, at least it's quiet. I couldn't bear them anymore."

They stared at each other for a moment before Bruno took the initiative and move over to Leone, puttling one leg up and facing him, on top. Leone awkwardly placed his hands on Bruno's hips, not really knowing what he was doing. Bruno giggled a little, looking around and their rather moody, un-romantic surroundings.

Nevertheless, love supposedly knows no bounds and so they were content with it.
   They stared into eachother's eyes as they soo often do. Bruno's striking blue against the fading tones of gold and lilac in Leone's. Both needed no words at that moment. The occasional blinking and eye movements were enough.

"Come on, they'll be back soon," Bruno spoke softly. Leone agreed with a kind of grunt.

Bruno caressed the contours of Leone's face with both hands, running them over the smooth pale skin and gliding over his angular cheekbones. Leone breathed deeply, savouring his touch.
   Then they both remembered they didn't have much time. Bruno planted a brief but passionate kiss on Leone's chin, which moved up his cheek before eventually meeting parted lips. They closed their eyes and enjoyed it. Bruno still cupped Leone's face in his hands. Leone still framed Bruno's hips with his hands as their heads tilted.
   The slight crackle of their lips and quiet squelch was a joyous sound to both of them as they enjoyed this stolen kiss, losing track of time.

They parted briefly and chuckled as they always do, usually accompanied by a sharp intake of breath as they came back together again. Their teeth bashed a few times but they didn't really care. At this point, they were practically throwing their faces together.
   It was a little rushed, under the anticipation and pressure of time. Nevertheless, any kiss was enjoyable. Any time shared was bliss. No matter where no matter when. They both knew that it was rather sappy to think that but the ideal held.

It was only when they parted for a second time that Bruno recognised that his mouth was of course covered in something sticky and black, almost glossy. Then he looked at Abbacchio's sly smile and saw the smudged dark lipstick. Bruno chuckled at it.
   In response, Abbacchio planted a kiss on Bruno's forehead as he moved his hands under his shirt and smeared his black lipstick all over his partner. Bucciarati shifted a little as Leone kissed again and again, at one point licking Bruno's neck, making him tense and shiver in response.
They both had the blotches of lipstick smeared all over their faces, a lot of them leaving the impression of the lips.

It would have been the worst time for the others to return.
They had no way of washing the stains off their faces. Bruno was still on top of Abbacchio, both in a position that would seem quite risquè to someone looking in.

"Mista! I'll kill you!" A door slammed on the other side of the room and down the stairwell. There were some thuds. Thud.
Thud.

Thud.

Bruno wasn't sure of whether that was his heart or the actual noise. He felt cold, his blood rushing, slight panic setting in. He looked into Leone's eyes and knew that even though the gang was about to find out about their relationship.

"Oh shit," they both muttered at the same time. Bruno scrambled hurriedly off Leone's waist, Leone doing his best to try and subdue the blush Bruno had given him. Bucciarati readjusted his bangs, sweeping the silky jet black locks to either side.
   Abbacchio hastily attempted to fix his own hair; without much luck.

"I didn't do anything! Why're you tryna shank me?"

The gang rounded the corner, Narancia brandishing his knife, pointed at Mista's throat. Fugo seemed to be quietly fuming, waiting for a moment to explode.
    Giorno seemed to be the only one with any kind of composure. He stepped foward toward Abbacchio and Bucciarati.

"So, did you see anything? I think this vantag-" He paused for a moment, eyes wide as he studied their sheepish faces. Bruno "um"'d and "ah"'d awkwardly as Leone could do nothing but stand up and make a rather half hearted frown.

Mista was waving a hand at Narancia. who seemed to be relaxing about whatever he was trying to slit Mista's throat for.

"Hey boss, we got the-" He raised a bag full of the supplies they had needed for the stakeout. Food, water, ciggarettes. "What the hell happened to your faces?"

"Is that lipstick? Or some other fancy girl thing?" Narancia was also staring as he asked.
   Fugo narrowed his eyes for a moment before starting to laugh. Giorno's face cracked into a smile as he realised what may have just happened.

"Yeah, it's lipstick you little shit," Leone retorted. "And?"

Narancia blinked for a second.
Then erupted into racous laughter along with Mista and Fugo.

Bruno wished he could have died right then and there. His face was cold and steely but there was just a hint of a blush creeping onto his face.
Abbacchio wanted to beat the life out of every single one of them.

"All of you little shits, shut up!" There was just a little hint of laughter behind his shout.