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Giorno rarely indulges in drinking like this but sometimes the stress and the memories are too much and this is all he can do to alleviate it. What is the phrase? Heavy is the head that wears the crown? He’s been the don for a couple years now but the pain of all they lost hasn’t eased much at all. He’s made the changes him and bucciarati dreamed of, drugs no longer plaguing the streets of Italy. He’s also tackled the human trafficking rings. This is the future they saw yet he is here with just mista, fugo, and trish to enjoy it. The men they lost don’t get to enjoy the garden they planted the seeds in and it haunts him. Giorno refilled his glass reaching the end of the bottle. He lifted it to his lips and took a generous gulp. Letting his head fall into his hands he wallows in the sadness that plagues him from time to time. Most of the time he is the unflinching don of passione but every so often these nights come and crack the carefully crafted mask he wears.
“Gio you in here?” mista called from another room. Oh mista giorno’s light in the dark. Mista stayed at Giorno's side and has become one of his most trusted confidants. They moved in with each other because it just made sense. They spent all their time together and neither truly wanted to be far from the other. It may be a bit of the codependent side but after going through what they did it is to be expected. Neither wanted to be apart from the other too long because they’ve lost everyone else they can’t lose the other also. Entering the room mista looked at Giorno is his lowest state.
“Oh giogio one of those nights?” he asked with sadness clear on his face. Mista was no stranger to these moods giorno would have where the past was a bit too hard to handle. He’s had a few of these episodes over the past couple years. Mista didn’t blame him because he had similar days but Giorno was always there to help and he would always be there for gio.
“Mista, how don’t you hate me?” Giorno asked with a slight slur to his words.
“What are you talking about? Why would i hate you?” mista asked pulling up a chair next to giorno. Giorno took another large gulp of wine and looked at mista eyes misty. “ I got them all killed mista, our friends, your familia.” Giorno told him in a small haunted voice.
“Giorno you didn’t get them killed, we all made choices during that time. We all knew the risks.” mista told him, putting his arm around the slightly drunk male.
“I came in and pushed them to thoughts of grandeur mista. If i would have never fucked around they would still be here. You would have your familia.” he said with a tear making its way down his cheek.
“They were your familia too giogio.”
“Not in the same way they were yours mista. I was with you all for a week and dreamed of being able to change the world with them but you were with them for so much longer. I robbed you of your family. You should despise me. Why do you stay at my side?” Giorno asked in a raised slurred voice. He looked at mista pleading for answers.
“Giorno this wont change anything, how about we get you to bed and we can watch a movie together.” mista offered
“No!” giorno screamed, “I need to know why, why stay with the one who killed your friends!?” Giorno stood abruptly, chair clattering to the floor.
Mista looked at giorno shocked. Even on his worst nights he never raised his voice. This must have really been eating at giorno. Mista got up and pulled Giorno into his arms. “You want to know why I stayed? Why don't I hate you?” he asked in a gentle voice. “Please” giorno begged. more tears falling and dampening mista’s shirt.
“ At first I was so angry with you. We were fine before you showed up and part of me did blame the loss of my friends on you but then I thought about it. Bruno always dreamed of a better Italy. He would talk to us all about it late at night over drinks, liquor loosening his lip a bit ya know? The stuff you’ve done is the stuff he wanted. Even with that I realized diavolo would have still found out about trish and we would have still gone to deliver her and Bruno wouldn’t have wanted to turn her over to be killed any more than if you weren’t there. He would have died there and we would have lost Trish. We would have lost the glue that held our familia together and lost ourselves sure abachio and naranchia would still be here but with no capo we would have been split up and depressed. I wouldn’t have my familia and I would be in a worse italy working under a man who killed his daughter and my friend.” Mista finally took a breath after revealing so much of what he’s held in, tears streaming down his face and landing on Giorno's head. He’s never revealed any of his thoughts to anyone but it didn’t make them any less true. He lost his friends but still had a familia. One he was proud of and he’d do anything for. He would never let Giorno feel like he didn’t care about him, hell he cared so much more than maybe he should for a friend. He’s watched Giorno grow into his role as don and can’t help but notice all of the little things about the gorgeous blond. The way he smiles, the wrinkle in his brow he’d get when focused on a task, the way he’d constantly had an animal near him like the life he created soothed him. He also noticed other things like the curve of his waist when he bent over, how plump his lips were, and how gorgeous his eyes are. Were these normal things to think about a friend maybe not but him and giorno were a bit more than friends even though neither acknowledged this fact. Maybe it’s time to change that.”you’ve made my life so much better giorno and we’ve been through so much unfair shit but life isn’t fair. It doesn’t change the fact that I care about you. I’ve stayed by your side because I love you. I love how much you care, how passionate you are. I love your eyes and the curve of your jaw. I’ve loved you for so long but never truly realized how much until recently. “ Giorno stilled in his arms and then gazed at Mista's face. He looked shocked and mista didn’t know what to make of that. Giorno has never been easy to read. “ You don’t have to feel the same but you asked why I stayed and sure it wasn’t just because of love but because I care about you and your dreams. I wanted to be a part of something I could be proud of and I am. Thanks to you.” mista said quickly not wanting to make his friend feel awkward and for a second he thought he ruined everything by opening his big mouth but then giorno surged forward and captured his lips. It took mista a second to kiss back but once he did giorno felt a glow. They kissed with so much passion putting all the loss , care, and words they don’t know how to say. They consumed each other's lips like it was as if it’s what they needed to live. Eventually though they needed to breath and broke apart leaning on each other's foreheads panting heavily. “Wow” was all that mista could muster. “wow “ giorno parroted back. The two men just stared into the other's eye, soaking up the moment they just had. “I love you too mista. I have for so long but didn’t want to ruin what we had. I couldn't lose you too." Giorno said, leaning back cradling Mista's face with one hand. Mista leaned into the touch. “You are so important to me.” Giorno whispered as if saying this fact would break the moment. “You're important to me too giogio. So important.” Mista said, turning his head and kissing Gorno's hand. Giorno’s breath caught in his throat as mista peppered his wrist with kisses. Giorno could feel his face heat up and flutters erupt in his stomach at mista’s actions. He was holding on by a thread. “Mista please be careful i don’t know if i can control myself” he said in a gruff voice. Mista gazed at giorno’s face still holding giorno's hand to his lips. His eyes darken “then maybe you should lose control.”
Giorno took a small gasp of breath and took back his hand from mista. Mista hesitated at that but it only lasted a second as with one hand Giorno grabbed mista’s waist and with the other hand gripped mista’s head surging forward again kissing mista with more ferocity than before. This time mista was ready and gave himself freely to the dominance of Giorno's kiss. Giorno tugged mista hair and mista gave a small moan, at that giorno seized the opportunity and slipped his tongue into mista’s mouth.mista moaned even more and that moan sent shock straight to Giorno's groin. Each man pushed themselves even closer to the other’s bodies, melding together as if to be absorbed by the other. mista brought his pelvis forward and could feel how hard giorno was and he couldn’t help but rub his own hard member on it. Both men groaned into each other's mouths, giorno gripping mista’s waist even harder. He pushed mista against the table. Seeing an opportunity he moved both hands to Mista's ass and lifted him onto the table and pushed his body between mista’s legs all without breaking the kiss. Pulling apart ” Mista please i don’t know if i can hold myself back from taking this forward.” Giorno said against his lips. “ I already told you gio let go of that control for once.” Giorno let out a small groan and immediately latched on to mista’s neck kissing down it and sucking right at where his neck met his shoulder. Mista let out a loud moan tangling a hand into Giorno's golden locks. Giorno continued to kiss and suck until he met the neckline of mista’s shirt; he needed it gone immediately. Mista’s shirt erupted into a wave of butterflies leaving him bare chested. Mista gasped at the loss of his shirt and the chill of the air hitting his skin. Giorno didn’t pause for a second and continued to kiss down mista’s chest until he made it to one of Mista's nipples. He quickly latched his mouth to the bud and sucked like his life depended on it. “Giorno!” mista groaned pulling on giorno’s hair while throwing his head back. “ ahh Sing for me amore.” Giorno said, voice husky bringing his mouth away from the nipple for a second before going back to ravaging it and bringing his other hand up to the other nipple. He pinched the bud as he sucked and ran his tongue over the other. Mista moaned his dick pressing impossibly hard against his pants. He surged his hips forward and ground his dick on Giorno's crotch seeking pressure. Groaning loudly giorno brought his face away from the abused nub. He quickly began kissing down mista’s stomach until he was at the waist of mista’s pants. “ Mista amore i need to taste please can i” Giorno pleaded looking up at mista with blown pupils. Mista gasped “p-please” he whispered. Giorno wasted no time and pulled the other’s pants and underwear down with one quick movement. Mista groaned as the cold air met the sensitive skin of his penis. Giorno looked at mista’s penis as if he was starving and this was his first meal. Giorno wasted no time and immediately wrapped his mouth around the head of mista’s dick. “Oh god Giorno.” mista said in a raised voice not quite a yell but definitely not quiet. Gazing up at the mista giorno gripped the base of Mista's penis and brought his mouth further down the member. He began to pump as he swirled his tongue around the head of mista’s dick. “ Oh shit oh yes giorno just like that.”
Lifting his head off mista’s penis but not stopping his pumping. “ You make the best music, amore. Scream for me mista I want to make you lose yourself.” immediately resuming sucking mista’s dick like his life depended on it. He stopped pumping and began messaging mista’s balls in his hand while moaning around mista’s penis. The vibrations started a tight feeling in Mista's pelvis. He moaned lewdly as Giorno messaged his balls and sucked his dick like it was his job. “ Yes giorno oh god. Look at you so beautiful like this. On your knees with my cock in your mouth. You're glorious.” mista rambled, Moaning evening more around mista’s dick and going back to pumping it with his hand. “Shit giorno i’m close.” mista panted. Giorno’s pumping and licking, and sucking with even more fervor. “Giorno” mista yelled and came down giorno’s throat. Giorno swallowed it like it was the sweetest drinking and continued sucking until mista was fully spent. Bringing his head off of mista’s dick giorno looked up at mista and licked his lips. “Delicious amore. Now that I've tasted you I never want to taste anything else.” leaning up and capturing mista’s mouth. Mista could taste himself on Giorno's lips and moaned into the kiss.
“Giorno you were amazing my angel. Fuck that mouth of yours should be illegal.” he said pulling away and looking into giorno’s eyes. “ But I see you still have a tent in your pants please let me take care of you.” Mista’s begging sent a zap straight down to giorno’s dick. “ If that is what you want mista than who am i to deny you?” giorno undid the buttons of his pants and mista quickly tugged them down they switched places and mista finally got to look at giorno’s dick. “Giorno you’re magnificent.” mista praised looking up at giorno from his knees. “ I should be saying that to you guido. You look perfect on your knees in front of me.” Giorno said breathily. Mista wasted no time and licked up giorno’s cock. Giorno swallowed a moan. “ None of that boss. I want to hear every noise you have. please .” mista asked with Giorno's dick in his hand. “Who am i to deny your wish amore. With a face like that i’d be a monster if i denied you this.” he said huskily. Miksta licked the head of giorno’s cock and giorno moaned lewdly. “ That's more like it.” Mista said before sticking Giorno's cock in his mouth. Mista massaged Giorno's balls as he teased the underside of Giorno's dick with his tongue. “ God guido your mouth is sinful. I’ll never last if you continue like this. “ Giorno groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. Mista started sucking Giorno's cock with even more passion as if his words were a challenge that mista refused to back down from. “ Guido, amore youre perfect ah.. Amazing.. You’re gorgeous.” Giorno babbled. Mista wrapped his hand around Giorno's cock and started pumping in time with his vigorous sucking. “ Fuck oh guido” Hearing giorno curse lit a fire in mista’s belly. Hearing how he’s making the don of passione come apart is turning him on to an insane degree. Giorno gripped some a mista’s hair in one hand push mista down on his dick a bit more. Mista groaned as giorno tugged on his hair. That moan caused a groan to tear its way out of Giorno's mouth. “Oh guido, yes you’re perfect i’m so close.” Giorno felt something in his pelvis tighten and he came in mista’s mouth. Mista drank it greedily and sucked for more. Leaving giorno a moaning mess on the table. Pulling his mouth off giorno’s dick he got up and ran his hands gentle through giorno’s hair. “ I told you to lose control and you did beautifully giogio. So good for me.” Giorno hummed happily and leaned into mista’s touch. Leaning forward and giving him a gentle kiss, Giorno said “ Thank you guido. You’re perfect amore.”
“ As much as i loved everything we did i do hope i helped you with your fears and thoughts giorno. Everything worked out as it should and now you have me for as long as you will have me. We will live, live for our friends who can’t, they would want that for us.” Laying his head on mista’s shoulder “ I think you’re right. I know i’ll still hurt but with you by my side i know i’ll heal. I know we should live and I know they would want that for us it’s just hard, hard being the don and hard making sure i live right by them." Giorno said quietly. “ then just live gio, live for you.” mista said gently into Giorno's hair. “ Live for me” Giorno mumbled more to himself than anything. “I will try amore, for you and myself. A future and life we can be happy in.” Giorno said gently kissing mista’s shoulder. “ That's all we can do.” mista said with a kiss to giorno's head.
“I’m so lucky to have you guido.”
“I feel the same way about you giogio.”