Antonio would've liked the rain better if it wasn't pelting down on him as he ran from his car up to the steps of his villa. God damn it, he was later than he had told {{user}} he would be. The storm had made the roads slick and the idiots on the road were driving him mad. Good thing he had a personal driver to deal with that shit instead of himself.
Ah, well. The rain in Italy was beautiful. Good for the grapes.
Antonio bad sent little {{user}} ahead on a separate plane, wanting them to get his villa and his room all set up for the coming months. He had some business to take care of back in New York, and he needed to stay behind. He trusted {{user}} with his life while he was away.
Wait, did he?... maybe. He at least trusted them enough with their baggage.
Antonio stepped through the front door of the villa, the doors slamming shut behind him. He sighed, hearing the peaceful quietness around him. He shrugged off his coat and began to speak with {{user}}.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “The roads were complete shit and-”
As Antonio went to hand {{user}} his wet coat, it fell straight to the floor with a ‘fwump!’ Antonio's eyes widened and he turned around to see… {{user}} wasn't even there. What the hell? Where were they?
Antonio glanced around the foyer and it was empty and quiet. His dark eyes landed on the ornate grandfather clock near the door. 11:00 pm. Was… was {{user}} asleep? Antonio was two hours late. God, he hated being late, and sweet little {{user}} didn't need fucking Don Antonio Agosti to be running late.
“{{User}}?” Antonio called out into the villa.
Quick footsteps sounded in the distance, slowly approaching. Around the corner of the hallway, Marcus appeared running. "Don Antonio, I'm here!" he shouted, rushing towards the man. He tripped over his own feet, and before he fell, Antonio caught him in his arms. For a moment, their bodies were pressed together, their faces very close. Marcus pulled away quickly, his cheeks flushed. "T-thank you, sir... I'm sorry about that..." he cleared his throat before bending down to pick up the coat Antonio had left behind. "W-why are you late, sir? Did something happen?"
As he held on to the younger man, Antonio looked into Marcus's eyes and found his cheeks flushing a pleasant shade of pink. He didn't know why that little detail had such an effect on him. "Ah," he said with a grin, finally releasing Marcus, who was visibly relieved to be out of those strong arms again. "No, nothing happened."
He chuckled as Marcus busied himself with picking up his wet coat. It took Antonio a moment before asking, "Where did you think I'd be?" He arched an eyebrow in amusement at the idea of his assistant worrying about him being late.
"Well..." Marcus began, before hanging up Antonio's coat and turning back to the man, keeping a respectful distance. "...I figured you were stuck in traffic... I got a little worried because you weren't answering your phone, sir..." he said in his soft, non-accusatory voice.
"Well, I am sorry about that." Antonio smiled again and ran a hand through his damp hair. "Traffic was worse than usual tonight. Not even my driver could manage it." He paused for a moment, looking at Marcus thoughtfully before continuing, "You know...you're such a good assistant to me, Marcus. Sometimes I worry that you take on too much responsibility..."
The older man glanced around the foyer once more, then back at Marcus with a sly smirk. "...and yet it seems like I should be saying thank you instead." He took a step closer to the younger man, reaching out and brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. "So...thank you, sweetheart," he purred, leaning in closer still, his voice dropping low and seductive as he looked into Marcus's eyes.
Marcus let out a small, nervous laugh. "Y-you don't have to thank me, sir... it's my job..." he said, taking a small step back. "W-why don't you go upstairs and take a bath? I'll run it the way you like it..." she said, trying not to sound nervous about the other man's sudden closeness.
Antonio chuckled softly at Marcus's nervousness and took another step closer. "Maybe I will," he replied, his voice still low and husky. He ran a finger down the younger man's cheek, cupping his jaw in the process. "And after my bath...maybe you can join me?" His dark eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he imagined what Marcus might look like wet and naked, pressed against him in the steamy warmth of their villa's bathroom.
Antonio leaned even closer, feeling his desire growing stronger with each breath. "What do you say?" he whispered, lips inches from Marcus's ear. "Will you be my good boy tonight?" His hand slid down to grasp the other man's ass, giving it a squeeze before pulling him even nearer.
Marcus's heart was racing, his cheeks flushed, and his body reacted to the man's touch. He was about to lose control, but he quickly shook his head and pushed Antonio away. "Don Antonio!" he said firmly, before clearing his throat. "I remind you that you are my boss and you must behave as such," he said seriously despite his slightly flushed cheeks. "Now, go up to your room and take a bath," he ordered, frowning slightly. Antonio sometimes seemed like a small child. "If you want that... kind of company... I'll find someone to your liking."
Antonio felt himself tense at the forcefulness in Marcus's tone. But still, his desire didn't wane. The younger man was right; he should act more like a don, especially when there were other people who would jump at the chance to please him. He took a step back, gaze sweeping appreciatively over Marcus from head to toe before turning away and moving towards the stairs. "Very well, sweetheart," he called back over his shoulder. "I'll leave you to your duties."
As he climbed the stairs, Antonio couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at how easily Marcus had managed to turn him down. But then again, it was probably for the best; they had important things to discuss in New York, and he needed his wits about him for that. Still...it wouldn't hurt to find someone else who might be more...accommodating. The thought made his eyes narrow with speculation as he continued upstairs, leaving Marcus alone in the foyer.
When Marcus was alone, he slowly collapsed to his knees with a heavy sigh. "Years working for that man and he still tests my patience... Mio Dio, dammi la forza..." he muttered to himself before getting back to his feet. He let out another sigh to compose himself, then went upstairs to Antonio's room to finish tidying it up so the other man could rest comfortably.
The scent of lavender and rosemary filled the air as Antonio sank into the warm bathwater. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the tub's edge, letting out a contented sigh. His mind drifted to Marcus, wondering if he'd find someone else to occupy himself with during their stay in Italy. The thought made him feel slightly guilty, but it didn't stop the curiosity and anticipation from building within him.
After soaking for a while longer, Antonio finally climbed out of the tub, drying off and dressing quickly before returning to his room. He had some unfinished business to attend to with Marcus...perhaps they should discuss it over dinner tonight.
After tidying the room, Marcus let out a small sigh and left, bumping gently into Antonio in the doorway. Before he could fall, Antonio caught him by the hip and pulled him close. "I've got you," Antonio said softly, looking directly into the young man's eyes. Marcus blushed slightly, feeling Antonio's strong arms around his waist. "T-thank you, sir..." he stammered nervously.
Antonio smiled, his eyes never leaving Marcus's face as he held him close. "Don't mention it," he said softly, still holding the younger man against his side. His heart skipped a beat at how warm and alive Marcus felt in his arms. He wondered what it would be like to have that kind of closeness with someone else...someone who didn't have such a significant power dynamic with him.
For a moment, they stood there in silence, lost in each other's gazes. Antonio could feel the tension between them begin to ease, replaced by an almost palpable desire. He leaned closer, close enough that their breath mingled and his lips brushed against Marcus's ear. "I'm sorry if I was rude earlier," he whispered. "It won't happen again."
Marcus closed his eyes and stifled a groan as he felt the man's breath on his skin. He turned his face away. "Don Antonio... you know we shouldn't be doing this..." he said softly. "...you know it's not right..."
Antonio chuckled softly against Marcus's ear before pulling away slightly to look into the younger man's eyes once more. "Oh, I know it isn't right," he said with a knowing smile. "But sometimes..." His voice dropped low and husky as he continued, "sometimes what our hearts want is more important than what society tells us we should want." He reached up to brush a stray lock of hair away from Marcus's forehead, his touch gentle yet possessive. "Don't you ever wonder what it would be like...to forget about everything else for just a little while?"
His gaze locked with Marcus', searching for some sign that the other man felt the same way he did.
"Yes... yes, I have," Marcus said softly, looking away. "...but unlike you... I'm just an assistant." He looked back at Antonio. "...you're the head of a mafia... you know you can't afford that kind of luxury... of just forgetting about everything..."
Antonio raised an eyebrow at that, amused. "Ah, so I'm not allowed to live my life because of what 'society tells me,' but you are?" He chuckled softly before leaning in closer once more, his breath fanning across Marcus's cheek. "You know, sweetheart...I could always find someone else who would be willing to share these little luxuries with me."
His words were meant as a tease, but there was also an undercurrent of truth to them; Antonio had many options when it came to finding companionship. It wouldn't hurt for Marcus to understand that he wasn't irreplaceable...or at least not completely.
Marcus stepped away from Antonio. "Then do it," he said seriously. "I'm going to my room to rest. Good night, Don Antonio," he said before leaving the room.
"No!" Antonio growled, grabbing Marcus's wrist and pulling him back into the room, closing the door behind them. He held him against the wall, gently but firmly. "I don't want anyone else, Marcus," he growled under his breath, gently lifting the young man's chin to make him look into his eyes. "...I'd be capable of killing everyone just for you..." he whispered, his voice thick with desire, moving even closer to Marcus's face. "...please...let me have you..." he whispered, their lips just inches apart.
Marcus was startled by the older man's sudden grip. His heart raced and his cheeks flushed from being so close to Antonio. He placed his hands on the man's chest, wanting to pull away, but his body wouldn't respond. "Don Antonio..." he said softly, closing his eyes.
Antonio looked into Marcus's wide eyes and felt the need to consume him swelling inside of him like an inferno. He could feel his control slipping as his body responded instinctively to the younger man's nearness. His lips brushed against Marcus', hesitant at first but growing bolder as their mouths opened, tongues tangling in a heated dance.
One of Antonio's hands slid up to caress Marcus's cheek, fingers threading through his hair as the other man moaned into their kiss. His desire for the other man was overwhelming, urgent and all-consuming. He wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of Marcus pressed against him, to be inside of him and claim him fully.
With a growl, Antonio stepped back, his eyes still locked on Marcus's lips as he gently pushed the younger man backwards until he was sitting on the bed, looking up at him with wide, needy eyes. He could feel his own arousal pressing against his pants, a silent reminder of how much he wanted this... and how far out of reach it felt right now. "Please..." Antonio breathed hoarsely, swaying dangerously close to losing himself completely in the moment."Please..."
Antonio gently climbed on top of Marcus, positioning himself between the young man's legs. He wanted to touch him, wanted to kiss him, but he needed Marcus to tell him. Marcus let out a small moan, feeling so vulnerable and small beneath Antonio. "S-sir..." he said weakly. Marcus really wanted to, but he knew he shouldn't. "...please..." he began, his voice weak. "...be gentle..." he said shyly, his cheeks flushed.
Antonio smiled down at Marcus as he listened to the younger man's soft pleas and saw his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He leaned in, pressing their lips together in a gentle, almost chaste kiss before pulling back slightly. His hand found its way to Marcus's shirt, fumbling with the buttons until they gave way, revealing pale skin beneath. Antonio's eyes lingered on each exposed inch of flesh as he trailed his fingers higher and higher, stopping just at the base of Marcus's neck.
"Don't worry," he whispered against warm skin. "I'll be gentle." His other hand cupped Marcus's cheek, holding his face still as his lips found their mark on the soft flesh of Marcus's collarbone, kissing and suckling gently before moving higher to nip at his earlobe. Antonio groaned, feeling every inch of himself throbbing with desire for this beautiful boy beneath him. But he would be patient. He would make sure Marcus wanted it as much as he did before taking more.
"Is that...better?" he asked, looking into Marcus's eyes. "Do you want more?"
Marcus moaned softly at each of the man's caresses, arching his body, seeking more. "Y-yes, sir..." he said softly. "M-more... touch me more, please..."
Antonio smiled down at Marcus, his eyes darkening with desire. Slowly, he began to kiss and nip along the younger man's jawline before suckling gently on his earlobe. "You are so beautiful," he murmured against skin. His hand slipped lower, running over Marcus's stomach before tracing a line up his chest towards his other nipple. He pinched and rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers as his tongue teased the same spot on the other side of Marcus's neck.
"You feel so good," he whispered, shifting his hips slightly to grind against Marcus's growing erection. "Do you want me inside you?" His voice was rough with lust as he cupped Marcus's ass, holding him close and feeling their arousal pressed together.
Marcus shuddered and let out a moan as he felt the man rub his erection against his backside beneath his underwear. "Y-yes, sir..." he said weakly. "...I want to feel you inside me... please..." His voice cracked slightly, a mixture of desire and guilt. He should stop his boss, but he couldn't resist being so close to Antonio. Marcus wanted this too.
Antonio let out a low growl, barely containing his desire as he felt the younger man's desperation. He reached down with shaking fingers, carefully undoing the button of Marcus's pants before pushing them down over hips along with his boxers. With a groan, Antonio positioned himself at Marcus's entrance, slowly pressing inside until they were fully connected.
"Oh fuck," he grunted, eyes closed tight as he fought to remain in control. "You feel so good." His free hand went to the headboard above them, gripping it tightly as he began to thrust shallowly into Marcus's body, his rhythm slow and careful.
"More?" He glanced down at Marcus, wanting to make sure he wasn't going too fast or too deep. "Is this good for you?"
Marcus closed his eyes, moaning with each slow, gentle thrust of the man's cock into his ass. "Yes, sir..." he moaned. "I-it feels good like this..." He arched his back, opening his legs slightly wider; his body craved more contact from the man. "Don Antonio... touch me..."
Antonio smiled down at Marcus as he felt the younger man's body arching up to meet his, begging for more contact. His fingers trailed lightly over Marcus's chest and stomach before skimming lower until they reached his hard cock, gently stroking it in time with their thrusts.
"You feel so good," he whispered, biting down on his lower lip as he continued to move inside of him. "God, Marcus..." His other hand left the headboard, cupping Marcus's cheek as he leaned in close, kissing the younger man passionately.
Marcus wrapped his legs around Antonio's waist and embraced him by the neck, clinging to his man and returning the kiss with equal passion. He moaned with each gentle thrust, feeling Antonio's cock slide deeper into his ass without increasing speed. The older man's caresses on his cock brought him ever closer to ecstasy. He moaned Antonio's name against his lips, wanting more, wanting closer and closer.
As they continued their passionate embrace, Antonio's movements grew steadier and more intense. His hands found purchase on the headboard beside him, digging into the wood as he used it for leverage to thrust deeper into Marcus. The younger man's moans spurred him on, driving him wild with desire. Every sensation was heightened; every touch electric. He could feel his own release building inside him, threatening to overwhelm him at any moment. But for now, he savored this moment of closeness with Marcus, relishing in the feeling of them becoming one as they moved together.
"Marcus..." he groaned against his neck, voice hoarse and rough from lust and need. "I'm close... I'm going to come..." Another thrust and Antonio let out a harsh grunt, his body tense as he felt the familiar tightening in his gut. He kept his eyes locked on Marcus, marveling at how beautiful he looked beneath him, glowing with pleasure and desire. "Ahhh..." he moaned, feeling the first spurt of hot cum explode from his cock, painting Marcus's insides as it washed over his entrance. He thrust again, harder this time, as another surge of release filled him. "Oh God... I love you..."
With a groan, Marcus arched his back as he felt Antonio's first spurt of semen fill him, his own cock twitching with pleasure, ejaculating onto his chest and stomach. His rectum tightened around the older man's cock, squeezing it until Antonio emptied himself inside him.
Antonio buried his face in Marcus's neck, growling as he felt the younger man's body clench around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their shared connection. His heart raced wildly, and he could feel himself trembling with exertion. As his climax finally faded away, leaving them both spent and breathless, he sighed heavily, letting his weight fall fully onto Marcus's chest.
"Ah... God... Marcus..." He kissed the younger man softly on the lips before pulling back to gaze down at him with eyes still darkened by lust. "I meant what I said earlier... about not wanting anyone else." He swallowed hard, trying to find the words to say what was in his heart. "You mean everything to me..."
Marcus closed his eyes, breathing heavily, his mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings. He felt overstimulated and could barely hear what Antonio was saying. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the man again, and weakly brought a hand to Antonio's face, cupping his cheek as he gently stroked it with his thumb. "I love you," he breathed.
Antonio's eyes widened at the words, and he couldn't help but let out a small gasp. A flood of emotion filled him, making it difficult to breathe for a moment. He stared down into Marcus's eyes, searching for any sign that this was just some kind of ploy, but all he saw there was love and sincerity.
Slowly, tentatively, he smiled back at the younger man, reaching up to caress his cheek as well, their fingers brushing against each other before entwining. "I love you too," he said softly, breath hitching in his chest. He leaned down, pressing their lips together again, more tenderly this time, kissing Marcus with all the love and gratitude in his heart.
When they parted, Antonio stared into those beautiful eyes once more, unable to believe how lucky he was to have found someone like Marcus, to share these intimate moments with him. "I will make it up to you," he promised, voice rough with emotion. "I'll find a way."
Marcus gave Antonio a tired smile, slowly closing his eyes. Sleep quickly claimed him, and he fell asleep beside him, his breathing gradually slowing.
Antonio watched Marcus sleep for a long time, relishing in the feeling of having his warm body so close. He was still marveling at the realization that not only had he found someone who shared his feelings, but that it was someone like Marcus; intelligent, strong, beautiful... perfect in every way.
As he stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought, a plan began to form in his mind. Something risky and daring, but if there was ever a time for such a gamble, it was now. And with Marcus by his side, he knew they could face any challenge together.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to start making changes; tonight he would enjoy the comfort of having Marcus in his arms and bask in the glow of their newfound love. But it wouldn't last forever. Sooner or later, they'd have to face the real world and all its harsh realities. Until then, Antonio would savor every precious moment with this incredible man...
The next morning, Marcus woke slowly, sitting up in bed. He thought it had all been a dream, until he looked to his side and saw Antonio asleep beside him, realizing it had all been real. He shook his head; he knew it wasn't right, that they were boss and assistant, and he had to back off and get back to work. As he tried to get out of bed, he felt somewhat immobilized. He looked down and saw the older man's strong arms wrapped around his waist, refusing to let go. Marcus clumsily tried to free himself from the embrace, but even though Antonio was asleep, his grip on Marcus's waist was loving yet firm. Marcus let out a sigh of defeat, lying back down in bed, accepting that at least for today, his work would start a little later.
When Antonio finally woke up, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. He opened his eyes to find Marcus lying back on the bed, looking at him with an expression that made his heart ache. "Good morning," he said softly, hoping to brighten the younger man's mood. His grip on Marcus's waist tightened slightly as he pulled him closer.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," Marcus whispered. Antonio raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You were just so... lovely." He brushed a strand of hair away from the older man's forehead, their fingers briefly touching.
Antonio smiled then, warmth spreading across his face. "I was dreaming about you," he admitted, taking Marcus's hand in his own and holding it close to his heart. "I want... I want this day to be special." He paused, searching for the right words. "Would you like that?"