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One in a Million {Giorno x Mateo}
Warning: aged up giorno, fluff with smut, top giorno, bottom mateo, a lot of love confessions during sex, sweet pillow talk and aftercare, holy shIT this is gay as fuCK you'll understand why.
commission for @ladybugblues
Flipping the pages of worn books or watching the TV to see a princess and a prince come together, hands locked and coming together for a kiss as it transitioned into their wedding. White suits and dresses and slipping glimmering rings on each other’s fingers as they were finally married at the end of the story. Achieving that ‘happily ever after’ as the rode off in a white carriage, it made Mateo’s eyes glimmer with happiness when he was younger. Was it even possible to achieve such a beautiful ending with someone he could love? To find his ‘true love’ and run down the aisle together, such a beautiful sight that graced his dreams several upon several times during those young nights.
Even now, it still felt like a dream he spent hours adoring. To have grown up and have his one true love waiting for him at the altar, passed along to him by the man he’s grown to call his father and the young lady he grew to care as his dearest little sister standing behind him for support. Joining hands with the man he would spend the rest of his life with as his husband, the overwhelming sense of joy carrying him throughout the exciting day. Flowers in each other’s hair and brimming with life unlike their working environment they had grown accustomed to. Sweet words of affection dripped like honey from each other’s lips with their vows, tears threatening to pour down their faces and the pre-ceremony nerves still twisting in each other’s stomachs. Even the smallest bit of doubt lingering in Mateo’s mind were silence from how his heart swelled with excitement, as there was no time to linger with those negative thoughts as the only thing that mattered at the moment was this. Mateo’s dreams did come true, slipping that ring around Giorno’s finger and letting him do the same. Those words forever burnt into Mateo’s brain that replayed at least a couple of times a day:
“I pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss the groom.”
Like tape rewinding and replaying. The moment he brought Giorno in closer, swinging him around and dipping him in a dramatically romantic fashion before pressing his lips against his for the guests clapped and cheered for them. It continued to play over and over in his head, never failing to make a grin appear on his lips and cheeks flushed as relived the moment once more. It was simply heaven, he had to pinch himself to make sure this wasn’t some elaborate dream as of result from getting shot multiple times and landing in the hospital (yes, it has happened multiple times). Luck was on his side, to allow him to have such a beautiful moment and to carry for the rest of his life was possibly the best give Mateo has ever received. Fingers laced with Giorno’s that squeezed securely occasionally, the blonde looking up from his phone and tilting his head questioningly.
“Hm? Something wrong?”
“No,” Mateo sighed, that big smile curled on his lips not faltering as his thumb caressed the soft skin below it affectionately. “I’m just…Giddy, yknow? In a good way though.”
The blonde let out a small chuckle, lips curving upwards into a small smile. He lifted both of their hands from Mateo’s lap, turning them slightly so that his palm was directly facing Giorno’s side before bending his neck down until his lips pressed against the back of Mateo’s warm hand. He felt his breath hitch at the sight and feeling, blood rushing to the surface of his cheeks steadily as he watched Giorno lift his head up. Roses growing and blooming in his mind were Mateo’s love for Giorno, his chest tightening and teeth sinking into the inner flesh of his mouth in reaction. The shape of his green eyes forming into joyous crescents, looking so tenderly in his direction that held a strong grip around Mateo’s heart, and letting out a small laugh as he spoke.
“Mr. Kingpin all nervous? What a sight. No enemy cartel can phase you but your husband can~?”
“N-No, it’s just…Just…Uh,” Slightly tripping over his words and burgundy-wine eyes darting away from Giorno’s gaze, Mateo’s flustered reaction could only make the smile on the blonde’s lips grow wider. Adoration in his voice sweeter than milk and honey, Giorno let out a laugh. Raising Mateo’s hand closer to his lips once more and pressing another kiss on the olive skin chastely, “Relax, I’m just playing with you, Caro~…I know what you’re thinking, and you better believe it. You’re married to me. You’re my husband and I’m your husband.”
“It’s just…A little surreal. Like it finally happened…I guess I’m used to hiding us from everyone for so long that getting to be married and happy without a care. Feels like I need to pinch myself.” Mateo let out a sigh, the grip on his husband’s hand grew slightly tighter out of affection. A part of him was still telling him that this was just some grand dream he was having and that he would wake up at any minute to just any other day, to have something he wished for during his youth and finally achieving it…Wouldn’t finally obtaining it make someone believe this was an elaborate joke or a dream? Before Mateo could get deeper into his own head, he felt the sting of skin pulling away from his hand. Letting out a small ‘ow’ and immediately flinched his hand away, looking over at the blonde who simply tilted his head questioningly. Trying his hardest not to smile again, hiding his clear amusement with teasing his husband. “What? You said you needed to pinch yourself…So I did it for you. Convinced yet~?”
Mateo let out a small huff, playfully pouting and turning his head. Crossing his arms together while Giorno couldn’t help but laugh at the childish behavior, playfully begging that he was ‘sorry’ and an assortment of ‘I love you~’ left his lips while his arms wrapped around Mateo’s body. Trying to seek for his affection with small laughs in between his sentences, it cracked through Mateo almost immediately as he couldn’t fake that pout for any longer. Arms quickly wrapping around Giorno’s body to trap him in and bringing him in closer to him for a chaste kiss. Tasting that strawberry lip balm he always uses for a brief moment before moving his head away, a grin forming on Mateo’s lips as Giorno let out a small whine that he was messing up his hair. The two’s conversation continued a little bit more until the car stopped at their destination for the evening, a slightly upscale restaurant that Guido raved about recently after a mission in Sicily. According to him, it was ‘fine food but the place doesn’t suck the soul out of you’. Naturally, both men were curious since they planned their honeymoon in Sicily. It was more casual than the upscale restaurants Giorno and Mateo were used to seeing: lively with a band playing merry tunes, loud chatter and laughter of the guests at their tables while waiting staff weaved through paths with plates of food and bottles of alcohol to serve, and an overall laid-back atmosphere. The two were sat down at a table shortly after walking in, situated with wine and complimentary bread while presented with the menu. It was impressive since it seemed like this place was slam packed with customers, it made the two men blend right in as they grew more comfortable with the atmosphere. Chatting amongst themselves and sipping on their glasses of wine as they waited for their server to put in their order, who quickly scribbled on his notepad and excused himself with a friendly smile to put the order in to the kitchen. It was nice to not overthink everything for once. No longer having to think about work and international ties for this week, forever discarding the secrecy and fear of their relationship becoming public in the underworld. To finally hold each other’s hands, to kiss each other, to speak their minds with affection towards each other and have nothing holding them back. It lifted a significant amount of weight from their shoulders, becoming stronger together as they enjoyed each other’s company for their honeymoon. Olive and Ivory fingers laced together on the table as they were meant to be from the beginning.
While waiting for the food, they just barely noticed how a singer came up on stage until the band began to play. Trumpets and other instruments echoing a sensual yet upbeat melody, mimicking the impression of floating on water with each bar. It only took a couple of seconds for Mateo to recognize the song, perking up as the man on stage sung:
“When marimba rhythms start to play…”
Couples rushed to the dancefloor eagerly to dance along with the band, smiles and laughs erupting as couples either failed at dancing or tried their best to dance along with the beat. It’s all carefree, the only feeling that mattered was the rush of happiness everyone got from having fun. Mateo stood up from his chair and tugged lightly at Giorno’s hand, making him direct his attention towards him as he sipped at the dark-colored wine. Wasn’t that difficult to have the blonde agree to follow him to the dancefloor, especially when Mateo took it upon himself to drag him there. Weaving past tables and their shoes tapping onto the hardwood floor as Giorno lightly stumbled, asking him to hold on from his sudden jump of movement. Mateo eventually spinning himself around, distancing himself at arm’s length as he held onto one of his husband’s hands. The beat of song commanding him to pull at his lover, making Giorno slightly spin and fall into Mateo’s arms as dipped the two. With an arm hooked around his shoulders, Giorno got the message of why he dragged him to the dancefloor so suddenly. A smile forming as he was pulled back up, footsteps matching with Mateo’s as they circled each other for a moment while the Latino had his hand hooked securely around his waist.
“I assume there was no time to ask?”
“You would assume correct~”
“Carry on, then~”
The music was the couple’s only company as they became engrossed in each other’s movements, the outside banter and other couples dance becoming white noise as they danced passionately. Waltzing around on the dancefloor, ivory and olive fingers tangling together with their perfect match as Giorno assumed the traditionally feminine role. Spinning around with Mateo holding onto one of his hands following the movements, the looser ends of his clothes and the long blonde braid created the sense of floating with each twisting step. All until he was dragged closer, a hand dragging itself along the dark-haired man’s jawline in a sensual manner as Mateo dipped his head lower to follow suit with how Giorno arched his back and tilted his head upwards slightly. The couple moved effortlessly along with the music as they fell into each other’s arms as if they practiced this routine a million times, earning themselves a couple of cheers and stares of awe for the technique that fell onto their momentarily deaf ears. To the two men, the dancefloor was for them and them alone as they became absorbed into each other’s actions. Curled grins and laughter breaking the ice in between the tango.
Absorbed in the routine, Mateo’s mind dipped back into the past where this exact scenario happened a mere couple of weeks ago. Eyes flashing the image of his husband dressed in his black suit, their first dance together at the reception with flowers in their hair as they passionately to the same song. Butterflies fluttering in Mateo’s stomach as the dance filled his heart with passion and adoration for his husband. A smile refusing to budge from his lips as he lead the blonde into another tight-gripped dip, footsteps never missing a beat and making sure to hit every position like his life depended on it. Giorno coming up quickly by the end of the song, his arms wrapped around Mateo’s neck and one of his legs perched at the dip of the taller man’s hip to drag him closer to him. Like two pieces of a puzzle coming together, they fell into each other’s arms with ease. Panting slightly and skin forming small beads of sweat as they held each other close, frozen for the moment to catch their breaths and faces close together. Garnet and emerald gazes locked onto each other as if they were the only color in the world until the two men had to be pulled back into reality once slightly calmed. They pulled away from each other as they audience clapped for the band and the singer, Giorno effortlessly smoothing any of his golden blonde hair back into place and fixing any flaws within in satin shirt. Going out of his way to sought after Mateo to fix up his shirt, placing a hand against his jaw lovingly with a warm smile.
“Our food is probably ready, I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite.”
“Hey, don’t make it out like I’m the only one.” He pouted, earning a small chuckle out of the don. He let his hand fall from the kingpin’s face and grabbed at his left hand, their rings glinting within the restaurant’s lighting on either side, to walk him back to their table. Dinner waiting for them alongside what the rest of the night had to offer.
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Hot water cascaded down Giorno’s body, fingers combing through his long golden-blonde hair to get out any other remnants of his shampoo and let the soapy mixture pour down his body and down to the shower’s drain. Eyes closed as he enjoyed the therapeutic sting of the hot water giving his body a light flush, the heat seeping into his rather sore muscles. Sending waves of relaxation through him. Letting out a quiet sigh and rolling out his shoulders to get out other kinks in his system. The sound of water pelting onto the floor created white noise just loud enough for Giorno to not hear the door to the shower opening and shutting gently, for a nice surprise of when two arms wrapped around his waist. Lips pressed against the crook of his neck lovingly, making Giorno melt almost instantly. A smile forming on his lips and his hand reaching out his right hand to delve into the damp locks of dark hair from the man behind him.
“Hmm? You’re awfully affectionate today~”
“Is it so wrong to show my husband love?”
“You don’t hear me complaining about it, do you?” The blonde tilted his head back and to the side, allowing the kisses from his skin to continue onto his lips. Sweet and with the sting of the wine Mateo drank with dinner, it invited Giorno to come back in for more with each small break in between each kiss. It didn’t take long for the two to fully face each other underneath the shower’s constant stream of hot water, just to properly embrace each other while the continued their exchange of kisses with one another. Giorno’s fingers weaving themselves into the wet strands raven black hair, using them ever so gently hang onto his husband the longer they brought each other into soft kisses. Lips soft, the sounds of small grunts and chuckles mixing in between each breath and their smacking lips. Mateo’s calloused hands traveled along Giorno’s body, his own Adonis that Aphrodite oh so graciously placed in his life, fingers tracing patterns onto the surface of Giorno’s skin that grew like ivy vines praising the sun on the side of a building as it grew powerful each day. Mateo should be used to this by now, but the fire that burned through his veins like the first night they ever laid together long ago was undeniable. His heart ached for him, wanting more and more even when that ring was slipped into his finger. Mateo wanted to grab onto his beloved and hold on so tight and never let go, it wouldn’t have been able to show even a twelfth of what he really felt towards Giorno. Lips parting their ways, the blonde paid his tributes with kisses starting from Mateo’s jawline going into small skips down to the crook of his neck. Taking in his warm embrace and the mix of spice and wood filling his lungs, holding his husband close to him as his chest tightened with affection. There were some soft words exchanged between the two, mixing between Italian and Spanish mumbled between each breath however it was mostly just language of physical touch that accompanied them in the steaming shower. Words weren’t needed for this ritual, it was the amount of love bestowed in their hands and fingertips that could write novels of sweet words that mattered the most in this moment. Fingers that weaved into each other’s hair with shampoo and conditioner, hands that held each body part tenderly and washed each other with a careful sturdiness, and breathy words that were slightly drowned out by the sound of the shower pelting water onto the ceramic tiles below: They could all be translated as ‘I love you so much’.
Eventually the shower grew tiresome, water shutting off and pairs of feet danced out onto the plush bathroom mats. Fluffy towels dragging against their bodies and soaking up any droplets of water in its wake, accompanying the affectionate act of gently drying each other’s hair. Giorno was a little bit cheeky with the towel wrapped around Mateo’s dark hair, grabbing onto the ends of it and yanking them closer so that he could drag Mateo’s head lower and greet his lips once more with his own. It was the same song and dance they’ve mastered, naturally falling into their steps as their lips moved against each other for those couple of moments. The Latino parted ways with the Italian yet kept the same amount of closeness as he couldn’t help but don a grin.
“Y’know you can just ask me if you want a kiss.”
“But it wouldn’t be as fun for you if I wasn’t as forward, wouldn’t it be?”
“Mmm, you know me so well~.”
The softness of towels transformed into the softness of the king-sized bed of the suite. The dance between the two men played out as Mateo was promptly sat at the edge of the bed, head tilted upwards and lips once more captures in a now heavier kiss. Lips smacking together turning from occasionally to frequent within a couple of short moments, especially when Giorno received permission to slip his tongue inside after a gentle swipe with it to Mateo’s bottom lip. It wasn’t the first time they’ve kissed like this, but this time was somehow different. The ringing of their mouths in Mateo’s ears and the dance their tongues partook in as saliva dribbled through the cracks following pants and small groans. It was more intense than usual, his chest tightened and head dizzy. Each kiss felt like an increment towards to an addictive high. One that had his hands grabbing onto Giorno’s body for mercy, fingers sinking into the dip of his hip and onto his shoulder as he let the blonde drink in each moan and grunt that left Mateo’s throat. Giorno’s touch sought out for stability, a hand cupping the side of his lover’s face as the other traveled behind the base of his neck. He could barely breathe, but he didn’t care. All that mattered in this moment was devotion; act two of the two becoming one under the matrimony, to fully become one in hearts, souls, and bodies. Their passionate kiss drew out longer and longer, all until the two needed air desperately in their lungs and parted ways. Oh how Mateo looked at him with such stars in his half-lidded eyes, as if they were the only two people in this world. Open-mouthed panting, trying to catch more are but pulled Giorno closer for his comforting warmth. Making more use of the plush bed, the two moved themselves more towards the center. A gilded waterfall of long damp hair pooled around Mateo’s body, wine-burgundy eyes keeping pin-point contact with the man moving on top of him. Waiting for his lips to press against his jawline as the next step in the dance while his hands began to move down the toned surface of the don’s torso, eventually finding comfort curving upwards to settle into the valley of his back as the blonde’s lips begun their planned out trail down Mateo’s neck. Giorno’s hands gave the same type of gentleness in return, carefully handling Mateo as if he was a priceless statue and he was a curator. Carefully taking each note of how Mateo bend and whimpered under his touch: With every caress, grab, pinch, and squeeze to make his husband understand the love he put into each action. Of course, he understands that. The years they’ve spent together was more than enough proof to help grasp the concept, but this night was important for the both of them. Giorno’s lips pressing against the hot skin and stopping occasionally to really focus on an area where he knew Mateo liked, the breathy gasps and how he clung onto him more was a sign. Leaving marks in his wake that would soon bloom a dull plum, occasionally teasing the taller man with grazing some areas with his teeth to trick him into thinking he was getting a bitemark in return.
“G-Gio…rno…H-Hah, fuck.”
“Sì, mio Marito?” Pink lips unlatching from the patch of olive skin just above Mateo’s chest, thin trails of saliva attracted to the wet spot from Giorno’s mouth as he looked up. Green eyes gazing up into those burgundy-wine ones with an adoring hunger for him, hand eventually introducing itself to Mateo’s half-hard cock that had began to weep with precum. A smile forming on the blonde’s lips and a small tilt of his head, “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“M-Mm hm.” The fire within the dark-haired man burned brighter as Giorno’s gentle hold onto his cock guided him to let it consume him, thumb lazily swiping at the leaking tip and coating around the head before slowly moving down the length. Flicking his wrist at a rather brisk pace while his mouth latched back onto his husband, but now attention brought to his nipple. Tongue feeling around the hardening skin and lips encasing it inside to suckle on, teeth being brought out to scrap against the bud interchangeably from licking while he jerked his lover off. Mateo’s grip on Giorno grew needier, mouth open and letting out a sweet melody of his pants and groans that were accompanied with the occasional curse or his husband’s name, all as his hands gripped harder onto the blonde’s back. It threatened to scratch and leave bright red trails, but his nails weren’t digging deep into his skin just yet. The gentle touching, rubbing, and the noises that left each of the mens’ mouths accompanied the white noise of the Sicilian seas far off in the distance. The bed creaked slightly as their bodies shifted in sync in their one dormant spot on the bed, the only time it altering is when Giorno got up momentarily to reach for the bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand.
Cold, syrupy liquid coated those nimble fingers. Slipping past the tight rim, not wasting any time to slip two fingers inside to begin stretching him open for what’s to come. Giorno took the liberty of sitting Mateo in between his legs, turned slightly so it allowed him to rest his head on the crook of his neck as one of the Latino’s legs rested outside of the bounds of Giorno’s leg. Supported by the free hand on his shoulder as the other hand went to work pumping its fingers inside, reaching as far as they could and brushing up against the hot walls. Lewd wet sounds taking up the atmosphere of the suite to dance along with Mateo’s cusses and breathy moans in a waltz of erotic affection. One of his hands gripping onto the blonde’s left shoulder for stability, his cock growing harder as it pulsed with and ever-growing want with each passing second. Hushed mutters of how good he was doing and sweet words of affection poured from Giorno’s mouth, emerald-green eyes focusing on the open-mouthed expressions and the slight twitching and curling of Mateo’s body as he had two fingers curling inside of him. In the moonlight seeping through the curtains, he was just so handsome.
“…I never thought…That I could find someone. Someone who can see through me and offer me a home simultaneously.” Giorno started off, tilting his head a bit to the side and looking at how his husband’s eyes were now shut as he slipped into the grasp of his own pleasure. Or so Giorno thought. “I…Honestly thought I was going to be alone for the rest of my life, and I was prepared to be so. In a business like ours, it’s better to not get too close to anyone because…You never know who’s life will be at stake the next day…I’ve been closed off for most of my life…I was fully prepared to endure more. But…That all changed when I let you in.”
The hand that was on Mateo’s tattooed shoulder crept back and nestled in the depths of the ebony strands of his hair, his moaning significantly dimming as it seemed he attempted to listen while Giorno continued on with his confession.
“It frightened me…To feel so safe with someone that I felt like I no longer needed to keep my walls up, it felt too good to be true...But I couldn’t deny how I felt for you. You welcomed me in your arms, to relax and to forget for a single moment that I was sitting on a mountain of dead bodies. I…Feel so alive when I’m with you, Mateo. Those days spent caving into myself are no longer there because now I get to walk alongside you for the rest of my life…As your husband. Just…Thank you…For allowing me in your life. And…For allowing me to love you with my whole heart and soul.”
The blonde’s fingers didn’t stop their pace, continuing to stretch and prep Mateo for what was to come. Reaching as far as they could to stimulate the taller man while Giorno was neglecting his hardened cock for the time being, allowing it to dribble with precum down the sides of the veiny shaft as it stood straight up. The twisting and jerking of Mateo’s hips sometimes allowed his cock to gently slap against his abdomen, leaving a thin sticky patch of precum that mixed in with the sweat forming and streaming down parts of his body while his legs began to tremble slightly. Giorno felt a hand shakily caress his cheek, gently urging him to turn towards the panting and hazy-eyed face of his lover, eyes that balanced arousal and utter adoration for him. The same hand that directed towards him pulled his head closer so he could capture his lips into a sloppy kiss, tongue slipping past Giorno’s lips and urging his tongue to dance with his. It was short-lived, the dark-haired man needing to pull away to gasp for fresh air: moans and cusses in Spanish slipped past his saliva-glossed slips, a couple of strings still connecting the two lovers briefly before Mateo’s head reached for its safe place in the crook of his husband’s neck. Lips trying to latch onto the blonde’s skin to leave an unorganized pattern of hickies as he had done with him earlier, only slightly muffling the lewd noises pouring from his lips. Even in his lust-driven state, Mateo conveyed a message with that kiss. One that Giorno understood from the simple action, as it translated simply as:
“I love you, let me be your home forever.”
Damp black, green, and red strands of hair spread against the pillow as Mateo was laid down once more. Wine-burgundy eyes lightly pricked with tears, hazy as they gazed upon his beloved Adonis climbing over his body once more. Feeling his legs being hoisted up and wrapped around his waist as he drew closer. The moon blessing him with silver light that made the sweat on his skin glimmer so beautifully, still damp golden hair pooled onto Mateo’s olive skin delicately, hazed emerald-green eyes gazing upon his body with the same amount of love and adoration the other felt for him, and his calloused yet lithe fingers held onto his body sturdy while he lined himself up with the prepped ring of muscle that lightly oozed lube. The kingpin felt wet lips pressed against his own yet again, initiated by the don above this time. Gentle and passionate, their lips smacking against each other and the gentle coercion of letting Giorno’s tongue slide inside for a moment to reciprocate those feelings. The wet sound of their tongues lazily grazing each other as the clock ticked for what was to come, it rang even louder now that he felt the blunt end of his husband’s cock prodding at him. It was a successful wash over his body, touch in praise of Mateo’s toned body and lips that were sweeter than any nectar of the gods was their secret language that singed to him.
“I love you, let me protect you forever.”
The press of their foreheads together as Giorno pushed past the ring of muscle, making sure to go nice and slow until he felt himself nestled in comfortably up to the base of his length. All because he wanted watch and hear the man underneath him react to the stretch, seeing as the same song of panting for fresh air turned into a choked-out moan while his eyes squeezed shut at the sensation. It’s nothing new, and yet this moment made it feel like the first night they first laid together. It was overwhelming in a positive sense, like electricity coursing through his veins and causing a flame to burn brighter to the point where Mateo almost felt high under his husband’s touch and care. The movements were a bit slow than average, but the tip made it clear to rub up against Mateo’s prostate with each movement to get his toes curling. A fog slowly formed in Mateo’s head, control of what left his mouth slipping from his grasp as the pleasure and foreplay from earlier came back to leave such an addictive sting throughout his body. He could just barely grasp onto what the blonde man above him was saying, too focused on the way he moved on his body.
“H-Hahh…Amore mio, p-per favore guardami*. A-Ahh, cazzo…P-Per favore.”
Bleary eyes slowly opened, glossy and threatening to spill with tears as he gazed back into Giorno. A hand reaching out to gently brush away any strands of black, green, and red sticking to his face before cupping the side of his face. The other hand weaving its fingers within Mateo’s, a bit cold and slightly clammy against his radiating warmth as it clung to it lovingly.
“Sei così bello...V-Voglio guardarti mentre f-faccio l'amore con te*. H-Hnng, fuck, a-aahh.”
“A-Aahhgg, mi cielo-Hnngg, hahh ahh…M-Mi corazón es tuyo…N-No puedo vivir sin ti-Hnng, ahh. Más, más, más, por favor~!” Mateo whined out his slurred words, interrupted every other couple of words with his cocktail of moaning and panting. The most he could conjure up in his state was to grip tightly onto Giorno’s hand and tighten his legs around his waist, thoughts slipping away as he melted under the blonde’s grasp over him. Free hand reaching towards the long strands of golden hair and desperately dragging him back down to crash into his lips, to which he obliged to his wants and gave him another deep kiss. Neither of them wanted to think now, they only wanted to feel each other: the love they had for each other, like they were the only two people in the world and the only thing that mattered was each other. Their fires burned brightly for each other, searching for every possible way to be closer together and to feel the mind-numbing pleasure they shared. Stopping momentarily for one of Mateo’s legs lifted and hoisted over Giorno’s shoulder so that he could drive deeper into him, lips finding their way back on each other without a problem. The bed creaked lightly underneath the two, the third most apparent sounds right after their moans muffled by each other’s lips and the squelching noise of Giorno continuing to pump himself inside of Mateo. The occasional slapping of their skin rung alongside it as his movements grew sloppier and hips jerking to try and stroke deeper inside, which went wonderfully in this dance as Mateo began to buck his hips upwards. Feeling the blunt tip of Giorno’s cock and really trying to rub it against his prostate, his own weeping cock getting slightest bit of attention as he occasionally grazed itself against the blonde’s abdomen to earn a whine that was automatically swallowed up in the kiss. Lips parting and the man on top now more interested in going back to his lover’s neck to leave more kiss marks, the burn of his desire slowly drove him mad. The fire aching in his loins as his heart thumped against his chest, panting his slurred words and moans of affection as felt himself nearing his limit. Streams of hot tears trailing down his cheeks as his eyes gazed lovingly at his husband, managing to tighten his grip on the don’s hand more to comfort him while everything became increasingly more intense.
The sounds and the sensations began to grow much more cacophonic, in a good way. The shorter man’s touches burned like fire, it was addictive and Mateo only craved more touches…If only Giorno could understand the mess of noise leaving his lips. His body had already gained control of its own, as the mind was too hazed and clouded by the pleasure to continue commanding actions. Legs dripping with sweat trembling, his free hand clawing at the white sheets for mercy from these sensations, cock throbbing and crying for attention with each occasional rub against Giorno’s body that sent sparks throughout his veins, and his ears…Mateo’s ears singling out every cohesive word Giorno rambled out and taking this as a command to make the unbearable tightness of his loins even more tight. Toes curling at even the slightest word that ebbed at the time left before completely succumbing to this pleasure, sounding even louder the more his hazed mind processed.
“I love you”
“I love you so much.”
“You feel so good.”
“My love.”
“I’m so happy when I’m with you.”
“No one in this world could make me feel what you make.”
“My husband.”
“I’m so happy you married me.”
“Let’s live together, forever.”
The tears rolled down faster, trailing off and soaking into whatever surface it reached. The dark-haired man didn’t know how long they were at this, nor did he want to. In fact, he didn’t want this to stop at all. His heart swollen and the powerful sensations of his husband captured his soul completely. Mateo just wanted to be in Giorno’s arms for as long as he could, forever if he wanted to be greedy. In his slurred and choked rambling, sobbing out his affections to the blonde man as he threw his head back into the pillow. His arms swinging around and latching around Giorno’s shoulders to try and bring him in closer, hips attempting to bounce against his with almost frantic jerking movements as he was trying to spear himself onto his husband’s cock deeper than it already was. With saliva dripping alongside the corners of Mateo’s mouth as his moans and jumbled words grew louder with each passing minute, the singular clear thought of ‘I can’t hold on anymore’ passed through his mind. Which had proven to be true once feeling the lithe grip around the head of his cock, a couple of pumps and Mateo felt himself black out with a loud gasp leaving his lips. Ecstasy filling his veins and the fire completely burning through his body as he was permitted to let go of himself, nails digging into Giorno’s back for more security while his head tilted back into the pillow. Hot white ropes spilling onto his abdomen and cock twitching rapidly while the orgasm surged through his body, body tensing up and trying to lock in Giorno as he was nearing his end too. The don lifting his head up from the crook of Mateo’s neck, lightly pressing his forehead against his once more before the grip on his hand and back of his leg tightened. Roughly and sloppily pumping into the taller man with a couple of curses in Italian and a bite to his bottom lip, quickening his pace until the final snap of his hips delve his cock deep inside of him. Gasping and his own muscles tensing up for the moment as he came inside of Mateo, relaxing only when he could barely grip onto his consciousness. Sweat dripping off his body and the good-feeling chemicals pouring through his veins as he looked down at his burgundy-eyed lover: mouth agape with breathy pants and the occasional whine vocalized, half-lidded eyes bleary with tears streaking down his face, lips glossed with saliva from their frantic kisses, and a gaze so warm and affectionate staring back at him. Once he got himself together a bit, Giorno reached a hand shaky hand out to cup his lover’s face tenderly. Pink lips pressing a few comforting kisses along pinpointed areas of his face. Thumb swiping away any hot streams as he calmed his breathing, voice slightly shaky and throat parched from their activities.
“…Are…You okay?”
“…Mm…Just…Love ya lots…S’all…” As the waves of sleep beckoned him, Mateo rose his head upwards slowly. His hand reaching over and laying on top of Giorno’s while he pressed a kiss on the blonde’s lips. Kissing him a couple of times in a soft manor before laying his head back down on the pillow. A smile curling on his lips, blinking away the last of his tears. “…Love ya…So much…I’m so happy we’re married…Wanna be with y’forever…Y’make me happy…”
The don felt a smile take control of his lips, chest slightly tightening with that familiar warm and fuzzy feeling. His hand leaving Mateo’s face for a moment with his fingers brushing through the drying strands of black, green, and red. Dipping back down with the need to feel his lips against his, slower and more purposeful with its tenderness. It felt like the first time they kissed even though they’ve been together for a good number of years, like a bouquet of red tulips bloomed in his chest and the butterflies in his stomach sought them out. Just like that day where he simply couldn’t hold his feelings in anymore for Mateo, especially when he had confessed so earnestly and clung onto him like he was the only person who could comfort him. Giorno just wanted to melt in his arms like where he belonged, even though he had to pull away for a moment to fetch a damp washcloth. Wiping away the sweat and grime of their passion off his husband’s body tenderly, muttering sweet affection and asking him if he’s hurting anywhere as he cleaned him to the best of his ability. Tossing the dirty rag to the side, the blonde asked Mateo if he needed anything in particular – bottles of water and pain medication left to deal with tomorrow on the nightstand before joining him back in bed. Giorno pulled the covers over their bodies, closing the space in between with his chest pressed against Mateo’s back and his arms slipping in between his lover’s arms to wrap around his waist. Feeling the tired man’s left hand reaching to hold onto Giorno’s, their rings catching light from the moon with small glints of gold. They melted in each other’s arms as the waves of sleep washed over them, barely being able to gather enough strength to end their night with these loving words:
“…I love you.”
“…Love you more.”
“Love you most.”
“Ha…Y’just wanna show off now…Lemme be romantic.”
“You’re the most romantic guy I know, Mateo…Let me be the one for once~”
“Y’plenty…I’ll let it slide…But I won’t hesitate tomorrow~”
“Mm…And I look forward to it…For tomorrow and the rest of our lives together…”
A dream come true is what this was. Years of struggle and pain seemingly alone, seemingly never ending until they had found each other. Their missing piece found to feel complete, like they were finally allowed to come home to something other than the deafening silence of what was the come tomorrow. Rather the blessing to fall into each other’s arms, as they both carried their burdens and scars to support each other for the next day to come. It was rare to find such a sense of peace in the land of the underworld, as death and struggle ran rampant no matter what corner of the world one could turn to. Instead of getting used to it as both men have done so far, they could simply forget with the moments they had together. More to come now that they were officially married, weight lifting off of their shoulders immensely as they no longer had to care about hiding their relationship. As the sky loves the sun every morning and even sunset, to each other they were truly one in a million.
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*my love, please look at me
*you are so handsome…I want to watch you while I make love to you
*my sky…my heart is yours...I can’t live without you. More, more, more, please
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Flores Malorum {Giorno x Mateo}
cw: yandere and obsessive behavior, sex scenes, implied murder, implied miscarriage and r*pe allegation, giogio v screwy in the head
commissioned by @ladybugblues @neratics
Giorno wasn’t particularly a man of religion, but maybe there was something going on with the concept of ‘fate’. Two people coming together because of ‘God’s will’ bringing them close together, attracting each other thanks to the concept of ‘gravity’. Maybe Giorno should thank god, thank him for bringing him the most precious thing he could ever obtain – thank god for blessing him with a soulmate that came to him, now he knows to make sure to never let go.
It was a wonder how Giorno made it this far into his life. Listlessly walking around, not having a true purpose in life. It was fuzzy, but he could see that art was a part of it but never understood why. Sure, he enjoyed painting and learning those before him and it even helped him discover his minor in flower arrangement. He was always attracted to plant life and flowers in general, although it was difficult to pinpoint why. It just guided him gently towards him furthering his education:
Denyrae School of Art: “obsessio est passio quae agit in futurum”. Translated to: “obsession is the passion that drives the future”.
The school phrase is hammered into everyone’s brain from the moment they step on campus, it confused Giorno for the longest time. He was never truly ‘obsessed’ with his work, that sounded rather unhealthy in his opinion. Wouldn’t that drive you insane to think of your passion twenty-four seven? When he brought this up to his upperclassman and pseudo mentor, Bruno Buccellati, during one of their still life painting sessions: Bruno only smiled at him and laughed with exuberance as his brush left streaks of oil paint onto the canvas that slowly lost its pure white color to replicate the still life set up in front of Bruno.
“You’ll understand once you find what your ‘obsession’ is, Giovanna. Just relax a bit, it’ll come to you naturally. Fate has an interesting way of letting you know when the time comes around…When you want it so bad that you think of it all day, everyday…When you yearn for it and want it for yourself and yourself alone, then you’ll know.” All Giorno could do in the moment was crinkle his brows in confusion whilst his raven-haired mentor continued to replicate the set up with precision. Nevertheless, he decided to not worry about the concept for a while. He had prerequisite classes he needed to focus on after all: drawing, painting, arranging, and mindlessly gulping down latte after latte was only thing running through Giorno’s mind throughout the first half his freshman year. It wasn’t until his sophomore year that he started to find himself in the right path, and it began with his figure drawing class. The usual model of the class was switched with another nude model, nothing too serious. Giorno shuffled around his art box to find the tools he needed, not paying attention who was standing on the elevated platform whilst his professor gave directions on what pose to make to the model. When Giorno finally looked up, he was taken aback for a moment. Sure, he didn’t expect the usual model Melone to be there, but he didn’t expect a large and muscular man to be taking his place: such a rich golden tan with dark tattoos on his muscular arms that contrasted against his skin wonderfully, raven-black hair that fell past his shoulders and cascaded in the way he was lounging on the chair the professor set up for him, the red and green dyed stands of his bangs laying over some of his face. His eyes were like pools of wine, they sparkled with a carefree attitude as he laughed and made small talk with some of the people he knew in the class while class was getting into gear. Giorno shook his head, finding it laughable that he found himself ogling at some guy. What was he, fifteen? Giorno had work to do: taking out his vine charcoal and sketching the form of the man in front of him, completely in focus until he was snapped out of it.
“Hey! Giorno, right?”
Giorno looked up from the skeleton of his drawing to see this new model gazing down at him from the elevated platform as he lounged on the odd-looking chair. Confused for a moment, he couldn’t recall meeting this man anywhere or understand why he was trying to make small talk with him. The dark-haired man had such a warm smile, that Giorno couldn’t deny, sent a small flutter to the blonde’s chest.
“En La Musica Café, vanilla latte with double espresso shots? You get the same thing every time you come in, it’s not that hard to remember you…I’m usually the one who takes your order, Mateo.”
Oh lord, this was rather embarrassing…He was brought into such a state of delirium and caffeine dependency, Giorno didn’t even register the faces he was looking at whilst searching for caffeine? A light pink dusted his ears, flustered slightly as he cleared his voice awkwardly.
“Y-Yes, that would be me.”
“I’ve always wanted to come up and talk to you, but your nose is usually buried in that sketchbook of yours, but it’s understandable…The prereq classes here are insane. So glad I never have to do that again…You’re a sophomore?” Giorno nodded, beginning to multitask with his hand sketching out the rest of Mateo’s body, “I’m a senior, I’m hoping to graduate by the end of the semester if everything goes my way…But y’know, things happen.”
Mateo’s extroverted and bright personality is certainly a contrast to Giorno’s antisocial and demure one, in fact he did most of the talking whilst Giorno drew which would end up getting a playful ‘shut up’ from one of the other students he was friendly with. It took a bit to getting used to, since the blonde didn’t really have anyone come up to him at the levels Mateo was at – the most he got was women thinking he was cute and shyly flirting with him, but giorno always softly turned them down or put distance in between. Was it because Giorno spent too much time with his face buried in art history textbooks and fingers cramping from holding his art utensils that having someone like Mateo metaphorically come up to him and offer a sense of interaction made a small flutter in his chest? Usually Giorno avoided the super extroverted types, but this time…It was rather welcoming. As time flew, the sound of charcoal and erasers rubbing against paper and the chatter of the model at the center of the room with Giorno, the professor, and some of the other students with breaks in between made it seem like seconds. As the class transitioned into clean up time for the next class, Giorno neatly put his tools back in his violet art box. The muted sound of sandals sneaking up to his desk didn’t go unnoticed, green eyes looking up to see Mateo eyeing his piece and whistling as his burgundy eyes traveled on the ecru-colored page – widened with awe.
“Oh wow! You a drawing major? This is some insane detail.”
“No, I’m actually a painting major.”
“Shit, if this is what you can do with a pencil you gotta do some amazing things with a paintbrush!”
“O-Oh…Thank you.” The blonde rubbed the back of his neck out of bashfulness, his cheeks slightly reddening with flow of blood rising closer to his skin. His chest tightened, his heart flipped with pride – it was rather stranger…Considering that Giorno hadn’t gotten these feelings since he was in middle school, a simple compliment from Mateo made such a giddy reaction within him…Was unexpected but Giorno didn’t find it abhorrent. Mateo fished his phone out of his robe pocket, unlocking it and asking the blonde if he was allowed to take a picture of it to turn in as proof he modeled that day. After he snapped a picture of the charcoal drawing, Mateo tapped on the screen a couple of times before turning it towards Giorno. The LED screen displaying a blank contact information with the digital keyboard pulled up ready for someone to type in the empty spaces.
“Let’s get together sometime? Figured it would be better to ask earlier than later, since I’ll be seeing you around the shop.”
“Ah…Alright…” Giorno reached out to grasp onto the red case of the phone, momentarily making skin contact with Mateo’s fingers – it was like a shock of electricity running through his veins, flustering Giorno a little more as he quickly typed in his name and phone number before handing it back to the slightly taller man. Who gave him a smile filled with such an addicting warmth, excitedly telling Giorno that he’ll see him around later before turning away to go and change into his regular clothes.
One could call this planting the seeds of yearning.
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Giorno felt more…Alert? Aware?...Alive? Ever since meeting Mateo, it was like the opaque veil of confusion was lifted from his eyes just ever so slightly and the path started to become a bit clearer. He was enjoying his days more, visiting the coffee shop to see Mateo with the sleeves of his cerise red shirt rolled past his elbows as he worked the espresso machine for different orders, to pass along to one of his co-workers. A smile appearing on his plump lips when he notices the blonde, greeting him and getting straight to his order. Mateo would go on break everyone in a while to sit over at Giorno’s table to chat, look at whatever he was sketching this time around, sometimes sneaking him an extra pastry before going back to work. Whenever Giorno didn’t visit En La Musica, Mateo invited him out for either drinks, going out to eat, or to some exhibit Mateo thought Giorno would like. The blonde hadn’t been taking advantage of his college opportunities to focus on studies, so being with Mateo was truly Giorno’s first experiences with hanging around friends and going out often. Something he used to watch the kids in high school do with their friends as he sat by himself, a small part of him yearning for company like that. It truly has lifted Giorno’s mood as of recently, it even reflected it in his works as he channeled more romantic than baroque in his style. Earning a cheeky smile from Bruno as he expressed a twinge of childish glee that Giorno was ‘starting to get the hang of it’. Whatever that meant.
Eventually, Giorno is welcomed into Mateo’s apartment. The two men were coming back from an outing and it had began to rain, Mateo offering to let Giorno stay the night since his place was the closest. The scent of spices and musk hitting his nose as the fusion of modern and rustic interior décor greeted him as the dark-haired man flipped the light switch up. The blonde was offered some spare clothes to sleep in whilst the ones he was wearing were put into the wash and allowed to use the shower – hot water running down his pale skin and soaking through his long blonde hair, Giorno reached for the shampoo bottle and took a small whiff…If Giorno had gotten closer to him…Is this what his hair would smell like? Musk and ocean with a hint of mint.
Pushing the thought to the side, Giorno squirted the shampoo in his hands and rubbed his through his hair to create a lather.
The Latin man was built much more broad and wider than Giorno, so his clothes on him draped lower than average. Carefully taking some of the collar of the t-shirt, pressing the fabric to his nose and slowly breathing in the fresh cotton scent of his laundry detergent mixing in with a hint Mateo’s natural scent from wearing it for a while. It created those butterflies lodged in Giorno’s chest, tight yet it radiated a warmth that he’d grown accustomed to. The two young men lounged around for a bit as the time dipped its toes into the night, watching whatever movie the subscription app had at the moment until it was eventually time for bed. Giorno was given a pillow and some blankets for his time on the plush brick red couch, being let off with a good night from Mateo as he shut the lights off and travelled into his own bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Giorno turned onto his side, getting settled into the couch and the pillow under his head. The familiar scent of Mateo engulfing his senses, a warmth that lulled Giorno into a sleep as he snuggled into the black blanket for the night. Oh, could he really be allowed to enjoy something like this? Mateo…Was just a friend…Should Giorno really be acting so giddy? It was unclear, but for the moment he decided to enjoy his drift to sleep. It was pretty good; however he was a rather light sleeper, so it was only natural he had to wake up eventually. The blonde man sat up from the couch, half asleep as his throat stung at him for a beverage. Standing up, Giorno sought out Mateo’s kitchen – gently flicking the lights on to find a glass. Once he had properly quenched his thirst, his attention was brought to a woman’s purse on the counter. It was odd, he didn’t recall it being there before when he walked in all those hours ago. Giorno’s brain slowly began to register the muted and repetitive creaking noises, all coming from Mateo’s bedroom. Naturally, it would be polite to not snoop around someone’s matters especially if you were in their home…But something in Giorno told him to check it out, just to settle this irking curiosity. The closer he got to the door to Mateo’s room, he could hear: panting, moaning, and gasps at a variety of lowered volumes alongside the creaking. The door was ajar just slightly, enough for one of Giorno’s emerald green eyes to get a view of what was causing the noise:
“Fuck, you gotta be such a slut~?”
“Oh c’mon, sugar, you love it~”
There Giorno could see Mateo’s large and tanned back, forming sweat as he was bent over a woman’s body. Her pale legs wrapped around his bare waist as he rutted into her sopping cunt, Mateo’s big and tatted arms reaching around for his hands to grab onto this unknown woman’s hips. Grunting as he felt himself reach closer to his climax as the woman let out a string of erotic moans, inciting a laugh from the young man.
“Keep it down, I got company. Hnng, fuck- You don’t wanna wake him up, do you?”
“I saw him fast asleep on your couch, he’s quite handsome. H-Hahh…Blondes are so cute. Maybe he’ll wanna join in if he does~”
“You better hope he doesn’t-hnng, fuck. Don’t wanna explain why I got someone twice my age sneaking in my bed and beggin’ for cock like a teenager. Unless you want’em to see this pussy full of cum.~”
“Oh you!-Ahhh~!” The woman sat up, her arms wrapping around Mateo’s broad shoulders and searing him into a messy kiss. Giorno could see momentarily her bright red hair, moaning into Mateo’s mouth as she ruts against him to finally cum herself. He could vaguely recognize her as the same redhead that took over Mateo’s place at the cash register when he was busy, her girly handwriting on Giorno’s cup and how she would flirt with him subtly with a smile on her ruby red lips. Oh, see her all over Mateo…Giorno’s hands balled into fists that trembled slightly, the rage boiling inside of him and coiled around him as if he was trapped in a pit of snakes. Who was this woman…To be so disgraceful as to spread her legs open when he was just in the next room over…And this woman was in her forties? This was someone’s mother moaning like a whore as she took Mateo’s dick. It didn’t make sense for Giorno to be so angry, it wasn’t his right to be…But god, he didn’t give a fuck. Eyebrows furrowing as rage shook through his system, having to peel his emerald eyes away from the scene before anything could happen as he thudded over to the couch. Gripping onto the pillow with both of his hands, trying to squeeze out his anger before any trouble happened…He needed to relax, he needed to vent…He needed to get rid of these strong emotions. As his eyes hazed over with his anger, Giorno’s nails dug into the cloth of the pillow below…His mind transferring from reality into delusion, translating the shape of the pillow into the shape of this woman – making Giorno see that he was choking her with his bare hands. Gritting his teeth, he felt his hands squeeze tighter at the image of that woman…That whore…Her body on Mateo’s set Giorno aflame, a demon taking over his body and letting these toxic feelings take control. Hearing those two fuck in the next room over only helped fuel this flame, his heart pumping blood faster and faster…Oh, that woman was asking for it. The seeds sprouted from the ground.
Giorno was always terrible at controlling his anger, even as a kid he couldn’t keep it to himself for no longer than twenty-four hours. It somehow became less in the morning, Giorno couldn’t even dream to sleep with his blood boiling. Seeing this red-headed woman waltz around in one of Mateo’s shirts in the morning, earning a playful smack on the ass from Mateo as he cooked and the flirty comments they gave each other. This ugly feeling wrapping Giorno’s heart, a feeling called jealousy.
Jealousy was the one who found this woman, who was named Romance, in a bar. Jealousy was the one who sat next to her and started chatting her up, under the guise of a charming man and taking her hand for the night. Jealousy was the one who kissed her like he loved her until she was vulnerable enough for his hands to wrap around that fragile throat and squeeze. Jealousy was the one who watched Romance struggle for air, trying to claw at his hands to escape until the light left her amethyst eyes as she fell limp in his arms. And just like that, Jealousy helped Giorno overcome this ugly feeling as he accompanied him whilst Giorno had to deal with the aftermath – leaving her in the bathtub to bleed out until she was empty enough to chop up without making a huge mess. Thanks to Jealousy, Giorno could safely store away parts of that woman and dispose the rest, allowing him to have Mateo all to himself.
Why would you do this to her, Giorno asked.
Because Mateo is yours and yours alone, you’re in love with him. Aren’t you? Jealousy laughed.
And Jealousy was right, Giorno was able to have Mateo all to himself without her in the way. And how that happened quite smoothly. To be sitting in Mateo’s home once more without the presence of Romance anywhere, as the man himself was sat by Giorno on the brick red couch: Mateo bounced his leg out of anxiety whilst one of his hands wiped the sweat off itself against his jeans and the other hand with his phone. As if he was ready to take the call the second it rang with good news.
“I-I don’t know, I haven’t heard from Romance in a few days. She’s a free spirit but she never…And I mean NEVER forgets to at least let someone know where she’s going…S-She hasn’t been answering her phone, no one can get to her…She didn’t take anything but a purse. God, what…W-What if she’s in serious trouble?”
“I’m sure the authorities are working hard to find Romance.” Giorno placed a hand on Mateo’s back. It wasn’t hard to see that this was eating away at Mateo, it looked like he didn’t get sleep in days: darkened undereye circles, eyes slightly red and puffy from crying out of stress, and slightly tattered from ignoring his own basic needs. Giorno bit his tongue back, that woman dare to linger in Mateo’s mind? How cruel, she’s clearly making him suffer with all this unnecessary worrying. Yet this was rather a blessing in disguise, having the Latino clinging to him for comfort and getting the privilege of walking in whenever he wanted into Mateo’s apartment. Even when Giorno executed the socially acceptable leaving time, even if he didn’t want to, Mateo would quickly grab onto Giorno’s wrist with a grip tight like a child not wanting a mother to leave them alone. Asking if he could stay a little longer or stay the night, that anxious look in his wine-red eyes, oh how simply adorable he was…Giorno could never refuse such a request such as that. Days passed as Mateo reached out to Giorno for comfort, either by hanging out in between classes, inviting him over to the shop until closing, or over to either of their apartments. Giorno treasured each hint of skin contact he was allowed to have, whether that would be handing something off or Mateo wrapping a friendly arm around his shoulders when chatting with some of his other friends with Giorno tagging along…Sometimes, when Mateo was deep asleep on the couch after the movie he put on finished – the blonde would go closer to him, just to hold onto his hand and to see Mateo subconsciously return the favor when Giorno’s fingers were laced in between. Just to press an ear to his broad chest to listen to his heartbeat and pulled into that warmth he oh-so adored. Pulling away just in time before Mateo stirred awake. The plant was growing taller and taller every day, leaves had begun to sprout. Eventually, there would be rewards to reap from all this constant coddling and comforting – one night, on a waxing crescent moon, the two young men came back from an unrelated event. Mateo lingered behind as Giorno had taken off his shoes and his socked feet padded on the wooden floor, hands going to unravel his classic braid.
“Are you thinking another movie tonight? One of my classmates actually recommended this one film we could watch-“
“Hey…Giorno?” The blonde stopped mid-sentence, turning over to the slightly taller man as his fingers wove the strands of hair out of the braid and letting fall into golden-blonde waves. He tilted his head questioningly, a que to let Mateo speak his mind. “There’s…Been something on my mind lately…Got some advice on it earlier and…I think it’s about time I get it off my chest.”
“Oh?” Giorno watched Mateo come closer to him, his heart nearly pounding against his ribs. Oh, that determined sparkle in his eyes…How he looked so serious…Could it be? The love confession he had been dreaming of for such a long time? Trying to keep himself calm, Giorno bit the inside of his cheek and watched carefully as Mateo made a full stop in front of him. Oh god, he smelled so good and he could tell he was nervous. Giorno could jump for joy right now, all the body language was giving him the impression of a confession. “You’ve…Been there for me for some time now. You didn’t leave when I was going through the worst parts of my stress, the whole situation with Romance…And I think…I think I like you…Like…A lot. Even before when we didn’t talk to each other, how you would come into the shop and just have your head stuck in your sketchbook for hours at a time…You were so fascinating to me, and modeling for Professor Straizo was possibly one of the best decisions I’ve made in a while…It’s gotten me closer to you, to find out who you are as a person. And all this time we’ve spent together, how you’re so calm and assuring to me…How you’re so kind…It’s made be realized that…I’ve been developing feelings for you…And I just wanna let you know, that it’s okay if you don’t accept my feelings or this is a bit sudden. But I wanted to be honest with you-“
“Mateo.” The raven-haired man was cut off and taken aback a bit, blinking as the man in front of him smiled – so warm and green eyes glittering with affection. One of Giorno’s hand reached out, brushing away the green and red strands of his bangs before his cool and soft hand cupped the side of his phase. Their noses were just barely touching, blood rising to Mateo’s skin with the anticipation killing his heart. Giorno could tell just from the way he glanced at his lips what he was expecting: Why not give it to him? Pulling him closer to press his lips against his, to taste the mint and tequila on his lips – good god was it a rush, like an intoxicating buzz that Giorno wanted to consume more of. However, he held back, in fear of scaring Mateo off with his eagerness by pulling away just to see that cute and flustered look on the dark-haired man’s face.
“I love you too.” Giorno laughed, watching carefully at how Mateo seemed flabbergasted at what he just did to him. Eyes widen and mouth agape slightly, flustered and blood rushing to the surface under his olive skin. It was so adorable, and oh how Giorno’s heart swelled looking at his beloved – it just made him want to kiss him again. “What? Don’t believe me?”
“I-I…Um…Sorry, it’s just…Never thought you’d…Y’know…Like me too.” His eyes shifting away as he muttered, feeling shy when now confronted with the possibility of having his feelings being returned. Giorno’s smile hadn’t faltered, his other hand coming up and resting just below Mateo’s shoulder. Fingers dragging down slowly on his maroon shirt, resulting in a dry gulp from the taller man. The hand that was cupping his face removed itself as Giorno’s slim fingers traced down his jawline and stopped just below his chin. “Believe that I do, and have for quite sometime…Would you like to confirm it yourself?”
“Y…Yes.”
Finally having what he wanted in his grasp, Giorno could bind Mateo to him like a calculating python. Using Mateo’s own sweltering passion to put him into a state of yearning, to take his hand to lead to his bedroom with small whispers that it wasn’t going to be ‘much’. Was Giorno going to fast? To an outsider’s view, yes he was. But they don’t understand – how good it feels to hold the man you love in your arms as his lips are against your, to have wandering hands on him and on your body, all until the two of you are panting and can’t handle it anymore. Love is so addicting, each kiss leading to Giorno falling flat against the mattress as the older man climbed on top of him. Their touches going as far as to undo each button or pulling clothes off each other to toss to the side, to feel his hot skin so close and the smell luring him into such a wild frenzy. Giorno felt like he was in heaven, a dream he didn’t want to wake up from to savor each second of every minute. To pull the Latino down and lock lips with him, the longer the two went at it the more comfortable they got with different techniques, as his hands traveled down his bare chest and started to feel him up down below. That’s how they did it in adult films, right? But it wasn’t something to worry about for now, since Mateo so graciously saw that this was Giorno’s first time – deciding to take the lead for this one time, just to teach what he could do to him next time. A tongue so hot and a mouth so warm wrapped around his most private of areas and fingers that coerced him into a calmer state for what was the come. So full, so big, so happy as Giorno’s mouth opened with gasps and pants like a tune of a nymph’s flute, coming up to shut Mateo’s own grunts and groans with his lips against his. Legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his broad shoulders, holding onto the dark-haired man so tightly as they rutted against each other. That wonderous build up and filled with Mateo’s cum as his own spurted onto his abdomen and some onto his lover’s, the pure bliss of the realization that he was finally all Giorno’s and Giorno’s alone. The flowers were budding, ready to burst as Giorno held Mateo in his arms after their long night that entered the early hours of the morning. How he looked so calm and at peace with his body finally allowing him to rest, letting him be completely vulnerable in Giorno’s arms. Just to have these moments was worth the protecting to Giorno. To have days passing: greeted by the taller man who kissed him sweetly on the lips with a ‘good morning’, fingers interlocking as they walk side-by-side down the street, to have those warm hugs with that scent that filled Giorno’s stomach with butterflies and flowers growing in his lungs, to have those sweet words cooed at him and him alone with eyes coated in affection and innocence. Is this what it’s like to feel alive? Giorno finally understood what Bruno said all those weeks ago – he couldn’t stand the thought of being without Mateo, how it fills his brain and flows through his veins, how each breath was dedicated to his lover and his lover alone. Sketching each day and filling up notepads to the brim with Mateo in seemingly every position and facial expression one could think of. That included some more mature concepts, but it wasn’t like anyone was going to go digging through these pages. After all, what’s to worry when Giorno could spent all his time with his beloved Mateo? Even the cute reminders that Giorno needed to take care of himself: To eat, to drink water, to sleep properly. Were the sweet symphonies he got to listen to everyday. Even the cheeky visits to En La Musica café, getting a latte (and an extra baked good sneaked in sometimes) alongside a kiss goodbye was enough to continue each day. To be called Mateo’s ‘boyfriend’ and referring to him as his ‘boyfriend’ is what it’s like to be ‘alive’. To Mateo, Giorno was the ideal partner anyone wanted – sweet, caring, a gentleman, bringing him small gifts simply because ‘he thought about him’, calling him petnames that just sent electricity down his spine…Mateo couldn’t remember if there was ever someone who made him feel the way Giorno did as of lately, lovestruck. It was unbelievable still that they were together, sure Mateo had his feelings but he honestly believed that Giorno would settle for him when he’s…Basically the perfect man. To have that floral yet oceanic scent fill up his lungs when the blonde would hold him close and to taste the strawberry lip balm on him with each kiss, to even wake up everyday to get to see that smile and a voice that sent a spell to his heart to beat faster. It seemed too good to be true, especially when Mateo gets the privilege of having a key to Giorno’s apartment. Clean, warm earthy tones, a scented candle always lit and making the room smell like flowers, pieces of artwork hanging from the walls. It’s very Giorno.
Mateo wanted to surprise Giorno this evening, bringing home a few bags of groceries over to his apartment and setting them on the counter alongside some of his other stuff. He had been busy for a few days with a student-ran exhibition coming up, bandages on his fingers from hours of cutting and bending wire for his flower arrangements - Mateo could see blocks of floral foam and an assortment of petals still on the table. Giorno’s been so stressed out as of lately, something like cooking him a surprise dinner to help him relax can help ease his nerves at least a little bit. Putting away some of the ingredients in the refrigerator for now, since he should have enough time to cook in an hour, Mateo traveled over to the door of Giorno’s bathroom…Until he stopped in front of it, turning his head to another closed door nearby. Mateo was told that was Giorno’s art room, where he could paint and store away his bigger floral arrangements so they wouldn’t be all over the place. Anytime the Latino man inquired about it, he was politely brushed off and focused to another subject. It was locked most of the time he was over, with the excuse that Giorno was rather embarrassed by the condition the room was always in. Now that he wasn’t home…Mateo couldn’t help but reach out to the gilded doorknob, twisting it to find that it was unlocked. Now, it was considered rude to be snooping around other people’s things – especially when they usually didn’t want people in their things to begin with…But they were dating and it’s important to not hide anything from your partner…And the curiosity was just clawing at Mateo ever since he was first invited to his now boyfriend’s apartment. He pushed the door open to reveal a dark room, going to the wall and blindly searching for the light switch until he felt it in his fingertips and flipped it upwards. The bulb on the ceiling light ignited, engulfing the room with light for Mateo to see. It was rather messy – canvases stored in a neat yet large stack, paint splatters on mostly all surfaces that weren’t the walls, beautiful flower arrangements made with fake flowers tucked away in one corner, art tools scattered about, and there was an impressive stack of used sketchbooks on a desk. Mateo walked over towards the paint-splattered desk, looking over the pile and selecting ones off the top. His calloused fingers opening it and thumbing through the pages, drawings and sketches used with a variety of media…The ones of him made him a bit flustered, flattered that his talented boyfriend even drew him in the first place. As he continued to scan through pages of still lifes, landscapes, random people, different sketches of Mateo (did he really have to draw him asleep when his mouth was open and drooling?), until he stopped on one…It was mostly red and such aggressive strokes of a pen was used.
“What is this?...A flower?” Mateo squinted his burgundy eyes, turning the sketchbook on its side a couple of times to see if he could get a better understanding of what he was looking at. He could see parts of a person, like a leg and a hand…Was this person under a large flower? The closer he looked at it, he could spot long salmon-pink hair, like his friend Baroque’s. With a shrug, Mateo flipped through more of the pages…Only to get more images similar to what he was just looking at, although it started to get more clear what Mateo was looking at…Sketches of someone holding a knife to someone’s throat, someone getting hanged, a large hole in someone’s stomach as the bled out, limbs getting chopped off…It started to make Mateo feel a bit uncomfortable, especially when he could point out similarities of his friends in each picture. Such as long blue hair, strong facial features, the same color of eyes full of fear. It was purely coincidental, Giorno probably has been watching too many slasher films or was secretly EXTREMELY stressed out by this exhibition more than he led Mateo onto. Setting the sketchbook back into its original place, Mateo was about to leave until he noticed something that seemed…Out of place. A large dark wooden box, standing vertically and looking similar to the altar of a church with such fanciful carving.
“Huh…Didn’t take Giorno to be religious.” Mateo mindlessly reached out to the shrine box with both hands grasping onto the handles to open the doors. He expected to see Mother Mary or Jesus with some other religious pictures…Only to find his own face staring back at him. Unlit candles underneath the framed picture of himself, other items hanging on the backs of the doors or underneath the shelving of the shrine box. Drying roses, a small black velvet box, a fortune from a fortune cookie scribing about love being prominent in the future, the small stuffed cat Mateo won Giorno at a crane game, ticket stubs to a movie they went to after officially becoming a couple, and other simple romantic stuff…Then it started going left immediately: three separate locks of Mateo’s green, red, and black hair, a used toothbrush, ripped cloth from a shirt, used toothpicks, the bottle of cologne Mateo thought he lost, some of his hair ties…Why did Giorno have this? He was the perfect boyfriend, why was he…Keeping this like a deranged stalker? Anxiety pooling in the bottom of his stomach, his burgundy eyes looking down to see pictures of his friends he ran the café with. It looked like the pictures were significantly scratched at with a knife, different colored pens scratched onto the photos:
Stupid bitch
Die die die die
Keep your hands off of him
Hes mine
Stay away from him
Inferior beings
I’ll slit your throat
I’ll kill you
He’ll never figure out
Mateo’s mine
He suddenly felt sick. Immediately shutting the doors and running out of the room, clumsily shutting the lights off and shutting the door behind him…Mateo couldn’t stay, he just couldn’t after what he just saw. Why would Giorno do such a thing? He was usually so sweet to his friends, he knew how important they all were to Mateo…He smiled and laughed alongside them, why would he write these awful things about them? Why was Giorno treating him like this in private? He wasn’t someone’s object, he’s a person! It just didn’t make sense, it confused him and it made him hot from the rising stress in his blood. Fumbling to put his shoes back on and grabbing his personal things, he left the groceries where they were and ran out the door. Mateo didn’t feel safe here anymore…Maybe he had been a little too clingy? Maybe it’s just him! Maybe giving Giorno some space will help tone down whatever the fuck he just saw. God, it was nerve-wracking…Mateo’s first boyfriend and he turned out to be a nutjob, his fucking luck. He knew it was too good to be true…Slamming himself into his car, he figured the only thing he can do for right now is just avoid Giorno for a little bit. Just until he can gradually remove himself from him, crashing at someone’s house for a bit so Giorno wouldn’t come knocking at his door, changing his phone number, the likes of that. Hands shaking as he gripped onto the black steering wheel and shaky pants leaving his lips, Mateo turned his car on and immediately drove as fast as he could away from Giorno’s apartment, disturbed and needing help but didn’t have anyone but himself to turn to.
-
Mateo proceeded to avoid Giorno like the plague, anytime he tried to reach out to him and ask if he wanted to hang out, he was promptly shot down. Calls were left to die, Mateo switched with someone else’s schedule so he didn’t have to see his ‘boyfriend’ coming in at his usual time. As much as it hurt to give Giorno, his first ever boyfriend, that fake customer service voice and to pretend that he was a stranger. Not even looking at him in those emerald eyes full of hurt. This amount of space was good for the both of them. Mateo just needed room to breath after what he saw in Giorno’s art room, hoping that he’d toss that thing away by the time he felt comfortable enough to come back. He even started sleeping at someone else’s place because Mateo was just so uncomfortable sleeping alone, since Giorno knew where he lived. A foolish part of him wanted everything to go back to normal once Giorno got ‘normal’ again…But Mateo knew better, he was a grown man with common sense – someone who did such fucked up things behind closed doors wouldn’t get better immediately…Those perfect days with Giorno felt too good to be true, Mateo was foolish to think that Giorno was his soulmate at one point…This and the fact that Romance was still missing kept him awake at night, stress loading onto his shoulders each day.
With Mateo’s sleeves rolled up past his elbows, Mateo mindlessly wiped down latte cups and counters – obviously distracted and a bit jumpy if anyone were to sneak up on him.
Pull yourself together, he thought. He had a legitimate business he needed to run, Mateo didn’t have time to worry over personal matters while on the clock. As someone came up to the counter, Mateo greeted the person with a smile, a sharpie marker in hand ready to grab a cup and write down the order.
“Hi, welcome to En La Musica Café. What can I get you?”
“Medium black coffee, double espresso shot, hot.”
“Coming right up! Can I get a name for it?” Mateo asked happily, his sharpie scribbling on the order onto the paper cup. The man in front of him, just matter-of-factly stated. “Donatello.”
“Alright, that should be out real soon.”
“So, you’re my brother’s boytoy, huh?” Mateo froze for a second, looking up to focus his gaze on this man. He did share a striking resemblance to Giorno, the facial features were very obvious and the blonde hair was a giveaway (although he was sporting an odd hairstyle, connecting mutton chops and a buzz cut with a ponytail?). The only different they had was his bright blue eyes. Donatello smirked at the Latino who was taken aback. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“What does it matter to you, sir?” Mateo had a polite voice, although the daggers in it were telling Donatello to stop talking to him as he went to make the coffee. The man rolled his eyes in response, “I wasn’t sent here by him, don’t get your panties in a twist. I wouldn’t do anything for the shithead even if I was on my last leg.”
“Then why are you questioning about this?”
“To ask you if you have half a brain to cease all contact with him yet.”
“What Giorno and I are doing is none of your business-“
“You saw it, didn’t you? The shrine? The hateful messages to others around you?” Mateo paused for a moment as the espresso machine filled up the two glasses to pour into the cup, steaming and wafting the smell of the Colombian roast behind the counter. Burgundy eyes looking up back into Donatello’s ocean-blue ones, watching him scoff. “You did…And you’re still here? My brother’s a wackjob if you haven’t noticed, always has been. If you knew what was good for you, you would move away before it’s too late.”
“Here’s your coffee.” Mateo placed the full cup of hot coffee on the serving counter, allowing Donatello to rip open a packet of sweetener to dump into it and stirring it with a stick, closing it with a lid. “I can tell you anything you need to know about Giorno. The reason why he’s so fucked up and tell you that I know for a fact that he’ll never stop doing this if you let him.”
“…I have a break in five, I’ll talk to you outside.”
Mateo needed to know, needed to know why Giorno did what he did in private…And who was better to find out the answer from than his brother? Was it wrong to hear him out? Sitting outside in one of the patio tables, Mateo stepped outside and sat in front of Donatello who slowly sipped on his coffee. Introducing himself as ‘Donatello Versus’, Giorno’s younger half-brother by just a year. Making the odd claim that he didn’t give a damn about Mateo necessarily, he was just letting him know the warning that came with knowing the older blonde.
“Giorno’s always had…Issues. Ever since we were little too. His mom was a piece of shit and we barely exist to our dad, so it was only natural he’d cling onto anyone slightly parental or nice to him…No amount of therapy has worked for him, it only made him good at hiding his feelings until he can’t…There was this maid we had, she was some young thing who needed money and took on being our part-time caretaker. She was doting to Giorno since he came off as nice to her, he’d spend his free time with her whenever he could…Asking for help on his homework, playing, showing her a drawing…He was all over her. And then she put in her two weeks’ notice, she was six months pregnant and had to get home to her husband…What we’ve noticed over the years was Giorno can’t handle rejection well…When that sweet little maid told Giorno she couldn’t stay forever like he asked…He snapped.” Donatello took a sip of his coffee in between, seeing that Mateo was getting interested in the story. “Six months pregnant…Only to end up with tragedy. Giorno couldn’t handle the fact that she was going to be a mother to some other kid and not him…So he pushed her down the stairs, one of those grand staircases you’d see in like fancy rich people homes…Around 3 flights of stairs did that woman tumble…She miscarried. One of my other brothers saw it happen and told me and our other brother. She was grief-stricken, and she knew Giorno did it to her…When she screamed out that Giorno was the one who pushed her down the stairs, pointing her finger at him, all Giorno had to do was tilt his head and lie to the servants that restrained her that he didn’t. Not like she could take the family to court either, my old man practically rules over the judicial system. The golden shithead got away with murder and got a slap on the wrist from dad, that it could ruin the Brando reputation if he acted recklessly like that. Rykiel, the one that saw it, said that he could still remember what he heard before that maid was pushed down the stairs…’If I can’t have you, no one will’.”
Mateo blinked, his mouth slightly agape. He couldn’t believe what he just heard, like this was some messed up prank. Donatello laughed at the look on the dark-haired man’s face.
“Don’t believe me? Want me to tell you about his first and only girlfriend? Thought she was cheating on him and proceeded to have her dad framed for statutory rape, tearing her family apart. If you ask him, he’d probably say he doesn’t remember. Little psycho has most of his memories blocked out after a while and a new obsession forms, which would be you I guess. I’m serious, man. If you don’t pack your shit now and leave, you’ll end up regretting it.” Donatello stood up from his seat, taking another sip of his coffee as he trailed off to the side of the café. Mateo following suit, quickly as if he was desperate to hear more from this man. Just until they were out of view from the large open windows of the café, Donatello looked to the taller man. “Don’t bother trying to fix him, no one can…You’ve seen it. He’ll just be like this forever…Gotten anything else besides the stupid shrines he makes?”
Mateo hesitated for a second, quietly gulping before nodding.
“Y-Yeah…He…He’s been changing his phone number a lot and trying to contact me…He’s begging why I’m just ignoring him…And…And I haven’t slept at my place in a while, I feel like he’s watching.”
“Wow, you’d usually change your phone number after 2 different numbers contact you. That second one I’ll commend you on, he’d probably smash a window in to break in and do somethin’ to you. To anyone else you’d get a restraining order, but our old man has a grip on the courthouse so that’s not gonna happen. Just pack up and leave town or somethin’.” As Donatello took another swig at his coffee, another voice popped into the conversation that made him joke on the hot liquid.
“So…My own brother, huh?” Mateo’s eyes widen, peering over to see Giorno standing in front of the two. His facial expression was neutral, yet those emerald eyes had such a dangerous glint to them – it sent warning signs throughout Mateo’s body, telling him to run away from him. Donatello wiped this mouth with the back of his hand, cleaning himself up and trying to control his coughing. “Damn, fucking surprised me golden shithead.”
“I was beginning to wonder what I did wrong…How you cruelly ignored me the last time I came here, the calls and texts you don’t return…You haven’t been home in days either…Only to find out you were with my own brother.”
“Relax, I don’t want nothing that touched your mouth.” Donatello scoffed, seeing that he didn’t exist in Giorno’s view as of right now. It was only Mateo in his clouded vision, walking closer to him. That calm yet dangerous animosity exuding out of the blonde, making the dark-haired man dryly gulp at the scene. The other blonde man rolled his eyes, giving Mateo a pat on the shoulder and wishing him good luck (albeit sarcastically) before walking away from the scene to leave the two men to face off.
“Mateo.”
“I…I don’t wanna hear it.”
“There must be some mistake, please tell me so I can fix it right away. We should be able to communicate what’s bothering us-“
“Do you really want the truth? What’s really bothering me?” Mateo interrupted, his brows furrowing as he looked down at the slightly shorter man. He was slightly taken aback, but he nodded – expecting something small and manageable so that their relationship can get back to being the way it was meant to be: Happy and spent together. Mateo took a deep breath in and exhaled, gathering the courage to finally speak up. “It’s you. You’re the problem. You’re obsessive, you’re a stalker, you’re fucking weird…I found your weird shrine and I’m creeped out by you…And the shit you wrote about my friends…The weird ass art you made…Were you torturing them in your drawings?! You know how much I care about them and to see you have such a violent reaction to them…And now that I look back, you were a fucking creep. Why were you stealing my shit?! Why do you have locks of my hair?! Why can’t you get the hint that I don’t wanna see you?! You just keep changing your fucking number and spamming my phone…Hell, I’m scared to go back home because I knew you would be there! LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON’T WANNA SEE YOU!”
Mateo didn’t care if he was making a scene, he just needed to get through Giorno’s head that this relationship was over. Panting and with tears pricking in his eyes, heart thumping against his chest with aggression. Yes, it stung that he had to do this but it was the only thing he could do at the moment. Mateo was truly in love with Giorno, he swore that there was no one else that made him feel like what Giorno did to him…But this couldn’t go on, not when Giorno was a walking red flag and he could put his friends in danger – one of the few things he has left in this world. He’ll overcome this heart wrenching pain for them. It didn’t take long, in fact it was a blink’s worth of time, for Mateo to be forcibly dragged into the alley next to the café – hands wrapped around his olive throat and gripping as tightly as they could. Letting out a choked out wheeze, his nails trying to dig at the reaper’s hands trying to choke him out. His vision began to darken as all he could see was Giorno’s envy-colored eyes. It was horrifying to look at, that neutral expression snapped into what Mateo could describe as ‘snapped’. The man Mateo learned to love was no longer there behind those snake-like eyes, all he could see was the husk and the corrupted soul of this man…No…That corrupted soul had always been there, Giorno simply lifted his mask. As drool dripped out the corner of Mateo’s mouth as his hands grew weak, the darkness in his vision taking over quickly. Only to hear Giorno before he blacked out:
“I’d do anything for you…I did everything for you…I’ll make sure this temper tantrum is smothered, then we can go back to normal…I’ll make you understand your stance in this situation. That you’re mine and mine alone.”
-
It seemed like a daze when Mateo eventually woke up, head throbbing and his throat killing him as his vision slowly adjusted to the light. He tried to go in and rub at his eyes only to find his arms stuck in place. Mateo slowly looked down, squinting to see his hands tied to the arms of a chair. He tried to pull at the rope to no avail.
“Hm? You’re awake? Good, do you prefer the lace or the flower veil? I’m having a hard time making decisions for the bride-well…Groom I guess?”
“W-Wha…?” Mateo blinked his eyes a couple of times, trying to pull himself out of his daze and to focus on what he was looking at. A young woman with bubblegum-pink hair and green eyes wearing a pink dress, holding up two masses of tulle that made a white veil – as she described, one had lace sewn into it and the other had fake flowers sewn in as well. In a confused panic, Mateo looked up to the young woman and asked. “W-Where am I?”
“I…Can’t really tell you or Giorno will get mad at me.” She sheepishly laughed, lifting her arms out and comparing the two veils to Mateo’s head and nodded. “Yeah, I think the flower one is more of the theme. We’ll go with that one…I know you’re probably scared out of your mind but try not to make too much movement. This thing’s being held by pins alone. God, I hate that he asked me to do this last minute – this is really not my best work. But I do love designing wedding attire.”
As more clarity hit Mateo, he could recognize the woman as that fashion major who came to the café – large, iced macchiato with two pumps of vanilla and an espresso shot. He thinks her name was Trish? She came and got the same order almost every time, sometimes she’d get a London Fog on colder days. Mateo looked the room to see it was someone’s very spacious sunroom, a makeshift altar next to him that was covered in beautiful white and red flowers. Looking down, Mateo saw he wasn’t wearing his own clothes. It was an odd combination of a suit and a wedding dress, all white: a white lacey corset top covered by a white suit jacket, it was long enough for Mateo to be sitting on top of it and ran off like the train of a traditional wedding dress. It had a lace trim, some embroidered flower pattern on the inside of the train of the coat. White pants that flared out, although his feet wear bound to the legs of the chair he was trapped in, and what seemed to be white healed boots. Trish draped the veil behind Mateo’s head and pinned it to his hair, trying to struggle out of his restraints once more. He was rather strong physically, but it seems that whoever tied him up made sure he would be unable to get out of these restraints.
“W-Why am I here? I need to go back to the café.”
“Hey, hey. Relax, you’re stressing out pretty bad over there. And I told you that this piece is not sewn together properly, you might pop it open. I’m sorry I can’t give you any answers, hell I don’t even know what’s going on other than the upcoming ceremony.”
“Ceremony?”
“Right…Uh…” Trish scratched her head, unable to explain this situation to Mateo. “Look, it’s not like I particularly want to dress up a captive. But I don’t want to know what happens to the other groom if I disagree with him.”
As if it were on cue, the doors open to let a group of people into the sunroom. A few of them sat down in pre-assembled folding chairs, wearing formal attire you would wear to a wedding – nice suits and beautiful dresses that differed from the maid attraction of weddings. And then he saw him. Giorno dressed in a tailored black suit, a matching undershirt and an emerald-green tie that complimented his eyes wonderfully. A matching handkerchief sticking out of his breast pocket and a green ladybug brooch just underneath. His hair was left long and free from the braid Mateo usually saw him in, those empty green eyes staring directly at him and sending nothing but pure dread down his system. Mateo became more frantic, trying to yank his limbs out of the tightly-done ropes with little to no success – only giving him rope burn that stung his skin. His heart pounding against his chest, yelling at him that he needed to leave or something bad was going to happen whilst sweat formed in the palms of his hands. Trish failed to calm him down as she continued to fuss over his outfit until Giorno walked over, smiling so charmingly and yet it had no real heart in it.
“Oh, just those special day nerves, right Amor?”
“Let me fucking go!”
“My, that’s quite a choice of language and in front of our esteemed guests!” Giorno chuckled, referring to the small crowd of people that appeared alongside him. One of them walked over to the altar, seemingly acting as the priest to officiate this ‘wedding’. Looking over at Mateo and smiling. “Congratulations! You’ve made Giorno so happy these days, I knew the two of you would get together.”
“I DON’T WANNA BE WITH HIM! LET ME FUCKING GO YOU PSYCHO!” Mateo thrashed against his seat, but his aggressive pleads fall deaf on the ears. Especially the man who was dressed up as his ‘groom’ this evening, who simply bent over to his level and placed a hand on his broad shoulder. He smiled, those empty eyes had an odd yet dangerous glint to them. “Now, I figured that since I had company here, I didn’t want you to go without company. It would be unfair, your loved ones should experience this moment too! You’re going to be married! So I took the liberty of gathering your friends.”
Giorno pointed over to where the workers of the café were, currently tied up and duct tape covering their mouths as their muffled screams fell deaf onto everyone’s ears, struggling in their restraints just like Mateo had been doing so. Blues’s wails muffled and tears running down her eyes as she was dressed in a medium-length blue gown and her hair braided while Disco was in the middle of being restrained herself, wearing a pastel pink dress as she continued to sleep through whatever happened to her. Baroque in a dark-colored suit and his hair tied back as he thrashed in his chair, screaming against the two layers of duct tape put over his mouth. Even the newest employee, Espresso, was giving the men tying her down a hard time as she struggled against her restraints in a maroon dress. Their muffled screams and cries and the state they were in made Mateo’s eyes go wide, mouth agape as rage boiled in his blood. Turning to Giorno and only thrashed more.
“YOU SICK BASTARD! LET THEM GO, THEY HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN US! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR HURTING THEM!”
“Now, now, relax. They’re not hurt as bad as you think; they were simply knocked out. Ah, don’t worry your shop was closed so you don’t have any customers to worry about. Now…We wouldn’t want your precious friends getting more hurt than they were, do we?”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! JUST LET THEM GO!”
“See, the more difficult you make it on yourself…The more bad things might happen.” One of the men restraining the group pulled out a gun, pressing it to Blues’ temple. It made her freeze up, trembling as more tears rolled down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut out of fear, dreading if the man would pull the trigger or not. It made Mateo’s heart drop to his stomach, turning his head to Giorno and his eyes widen. The expression asking if he was serious about this, that this was some cruel prank and he wasn’t serious about this. Giorno’s hand went up to Mateo’s face, brushing past the green, red, and black strands of hair of his bands to cup his face. That smile hadn’t left his face, like it was forever fixated there when Mateo was in his line of direction. “Behave for me and nothing will happen.”
“…You…You promise?”
“I’m a man of my word, Amor.” Mateo could hear the muffled screams of his friends, probably yelling at him to not accept Giorno’s word. But at this point, what sort of choice did he have? His shoulders dropping and letting out a deep breath, the anger had eventually been forcefully stewed out of him and all that was left was defeat. Mateo had given into Giorno, eventually getting set free from his restraints. Unbalanced from being in the chair for so long, Mateo wobbled in his steps and was held up by Giorno’s hands until he regained his balance. Trish fussed over his outfit once more, making sure he looked presentable enough to be standing at the altar. Eventually draping the veil over his face so it was almost like a traditional wedding. Giorno had made a joke, saying that this wasn’t the most traditional wedding but that as artists they tended to go beyond traditional; earning a laugh from the few people who attended. It was all a blur to Mateo; the man named Bruno acting as the priest that would officiate the wedding as words left his lips about the joys of coming together with marriage, but Mateo didn’t hear a single one. He was given a ring, slipped onto his finger by Giorno, that had such an odd purple gem for the centerpiece…It looked more like an eye watching him, mocking him that he had to go through with this without a choice. Like a zombie, Mateo pushed the wedding band onto Giorno’s ring finger and watched him speak about his ‘devotion’ to Mateo when it fell deaf onto his ears. It was a numbing torture, being prompted into saying ‘I do’ after Giorno. Bruno hearing no objections to the two men getting married, of course Mateo’s friends’ duct taped mouths being promptly ignored, and officially declaring that Mateo and Giorno were husbands. Mateo was pulled into Giorno’s kiss, even if it was the most sweetest kiss in the world the dark-haired man couldn’t tell if it was – he only kept his burgundy eyes open and mindlessly stared off, as if he truly wasn’t there mentally. The cheers from Giorno’s guests were deafening, mocking even as he was dragged by the arm to wherever else in this villa. The sunset-yellow walls and cheerful décor couldn’t make a single emotion out of Mateo, seeing his friends still bound and mouths still duct taped as they looked to him as if he was really serious about this. It seems that Giorno saw that they would try and run up and convince Mateo otherwise to run away, so he ordered to keep them bound to their chairs and just simply sat at a table ‘reserved’ for them. Mateo had always dreamt of having a wedding, to be married to the one he loved and to dance with them as he was surrounded by loved ones…But this isn’t what he wanted, even if for a moment in time he did want to marry Giorno, this isn’t how he wanted everything to turn out. Not to this corrupted soul of a man, flowers of evil blooming so brightly and covering his soul. It was like a punishment from god, being married to death himself without a choice. Forever cursed to rot in Giorno’s hands for however long he’ll live. Not even alcohol served could make him happy, watching those raising up their champagne glasses and cheering as Giorno lifted his glass and made a toast.
“Obsessio est passio quae agit in futurum!” Giorno smiled happily, like a child who obtained the toy they wanted on Christmas morning. His friends cheering afterwards, toasting to the school’s moto and clinking glasses together with everyone. Mateo could only stare at the pale gold liquid bubbling in his glass, not seeing Giorno take a portion of his own drink into his mouth before coming closer to newly wedded ‘husband’. Forcing him to look at him, those corrupted green eyes growing closer in his vision as his lips were forced onto his. The blonde was able to force Mateo’s chin down just a bit so that his mouth would open, pouring the champagne into his mouth and flooding his tastebuds. Some of his dribbled down the corners of his mouth as he was forced to swallow. The raven-haired man pushed Giorno away and coughed, wiping his mouth as he looked over to Giorno. This husk of a human being just smiled at him tenderly, as if it could replicate that emotion. If Mateo could study him closely, there might have been hearts forming in his eyes as he let out a little laugh – his pale hands holding Mateo’s together in his cold grasp. The wolf whistles and cheering from Giorno’s friends stung Mateo, pulling him back into this scary reality – not allowing him to return to his mindless state of comfort.
“Won’t you smile for me, Amor? We’ll be spending the rest of our lives together here, in this villa. This is a celebration.”
Oh, how Mateo wanted nothing to do with these weeds of obsession. Wanting to go back into time and stopping himself from greeting Giorno that one day he took over that professor’s class. Oh how Mateo had no choice but to force a smile on his face, when tears formed in his eyes – Giorno could think they were tears of happiness all he wanted, but they were tears of sorrow. Rather than a wedding, it was a funeral to Mateo…A funeral to the man he was and welcoming the corpse he would be for the future, holding a bouquet of corrupted flowers to his chest in his coffin.
#yandere art school au#not sfw#yandere#yandere giorno#giorno giovanna x oc#commission#ladybugblues#neratics#giorno x oc#gioteo#dark themes
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