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Golden lashes fluttered as tired eyes looked through papers. The mocking sound of the clock ticking was sure to send any mad man to succumb to further insanity. Being a don was – tiring to say the least. It wasn't the fact it was unenjoyable or extremely exhausting, Giorno just lacked the spark he once had.

Being a Don came with demands and demands manifested to fruitless labour. He sighed as he flipped through the papers, words not registering in his head. At least life was peaceful, blissfulness derived from simplicity lately. He stares out the window and watches clouds pass.

As his mind wanders and reflects on his days, thoughts fly through his mind. A tint of pink starting to fade upon his cheeks, a certain figure manifested in his mind. Giorno won't necessarily call this a crush, more of infatuation really. He would argue he was leaning towards being extremely curious, a yearn to know more. He immediately snapped back to reality. To have such thoughts of.. a subordinate seemed unfitting of a Don.

Fingers pinched his head, perhaps he was just tired. As he tries to focus on his work once more, he hears the sound of the door open.

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The sounds of panicked strides filled the empty hallway.

It always took so long to reach the Don's office and it certainly didn't help calm down the disheveled looking Albino. It has been two years since he started working for the golden boy. Two years since he swore his loyalty.

Yet, Fugo still was unable to read what goes inside the mind of his Don. It felt like there was always a line to how genuine each expression ,words or feelings was shown from him. The softest smile would be shown on his lips,while the most cruel punishments were given to the unfortunate souls.
– Not that they didn't deserve it, anyone would be stupid enough to betray someone like Giovanna.

Still, that was what made the Don terrifying, it felt there's always a deeper meaning into every action that was taken ,every word said...every touch given.

Fugo shook his head, biting down on his own lips trying to calm his nerves. He was no stranger to being called to the office. However, the note passed to him does not feel like a typical meeting. It gave the impression that it is something far more serious. He was prepared for the worse to come. Stopping right in front of the large wooden door – carvings of patterned vines and florals with tints of gold. Pannacotta Fugo took in a huge breath as he slowly pushed it open.

Upon entering the Don's office, scents of floral fragrance immediately overwhelm Fugo. It never fails to make him lose his composure no matter how many times he enters this private sanctuary.

Fugo raised his nervous gaze to look at the beauty in front of him...Giorno Giovanna. Golden light was shining on him from behind as a slight wind blew through his long golden locks.

"Don Giovanna…”

Green eyes gaze towards the figure as Giorno gives a small subtle smile. He often reminisced those halcyon days of the past, life moved often too quickly but he was truly blessed to have someone like Fugo to have been there through it all. He cleared his throat as he motioned his finger for the latter to come towards him. It almost felt like everything Giorno did was compelling – with grace or with elegance. His lissom body leans towards his desk and his expression remains blank.

Something has been bugging his mind for a while now and like clockwork, Giorno Giovanna does not simply wait. With enough frutrition, he simply gets what he desires. He doesn't believe in the simple concept of "patience", he would rather let his mind be consumed with his wants and act upon it rather than dwell.

The yearning to know eating him away, for he simply had to know.

"Fugo, thank you for coming. I have... something I would like to request."

He spoke in a euphonious tone. A sweet melody enough to haunt anyone. But anyone knows that Don Giovanna doesn't simply make requests – he creates demands.

"Bring out Purple Haze."

Fugo stares at Giorno in disbelief as he stutters. "P..purple haze..?"

His pupils dilated with fear, purple haze..? In this enclosed environment? Fugo might have managed to have some control over his rabid stand but there's still a danger around him. He looks for any signs his Don might be playing around. Through the look of determination in the boss's eyes, he knows that Giorno Giovanna was dead serious.

Without wanting to disobey, clouds of haze filled the room and a faint purple humanoid figure slowly formed behind Fugo.

The sight of the stitched-like monster was enough to make Fugo feel sick. No matter how many times he sees his own stand, he will never get used to the uncanniness it is. How ugly,dirty and tainted Fugo's soul is. A reminder of his disgusting self. Fugo turned away from his stand, feeling shame and uneasiness.

No matter how composed Giorno looked right now, no words could describe the internal excitement and happiness bubbling within him. Truth be told, he had been intrigued for a long time. It all started with the possible thought of how adorable Purple Haze looked leading up to how Purple Haze would react to his powers. He knew he wasn't alone in this conquest as Golden Experience Requiem had been asking the same questions. Demanding Giorno to engage with Fugo out more just so they both could catch a glimpse of his stand. It was odd to be this besotted on his inferior – let alone a soul manifestation of him.

Green eyes ate the sight upon him, watching the smoke filled the room and the figure of interest peaking behind. It was like taming a cat and how badly Giorno wanted that as a pet. Calm exterior aside, Giorno knew he couldn't keep his emotions in check as the pen he was writing with turned into a pink tulip and his mug into a vibrant red butterfly. Golden Experience Requiem had already manifested from behind him as well as its arms wrapped around Giorno. Ears flushed with pinkish red, words unable to form properly as he tried to word his thoughts out.

"Hello there Purple Haze."

How Giorno had the nerve to suppress his giggle.

"Fugo, do not be alarmed but I have something quite.. of an importance to tell you."

Fugo couldn't help but shift back, almost tripping against his stand. Was this the end for him? Perhaps punishment for something he had done. Purple Haze didn't seem that calm as well, making confused grunts and hiding behind Fugo. Giorno's presence was already overwhelming,but his stand was on another level. Cold sweat and fear runs between both the user and the stand, despite the situation he couldn't understand what Giorno's thoughts were. Yet..Why did his Don look so oddly pleasant?

Giorno clutches the tulip as he finally stands up, Gold Experience ominously following from behind. Pushing himself from the desk, he slowly walks towards both Fugo and Purple Haze. Each step he took, more and more flowers bloomed at his feet, a breathtaking feat. He always hated how easily his emotions showed through his stand powers – but one can only pray is a positive reaction rather than the latter. Giorno hoped he did not come across arduous as his eyebrows slightly furrowed at the sight of the shaken Purple Haze – oh how how how his impulsive thoughts wanted to grab Purple Haze face and squeeze them.

Bashfully, he places the tulip beside Purple Haze and twinkles. No matter how noxious Purple Haze was, Giorno did not feel any slight fear. He wanted to cavort and how close they were. He turns his attention to Fugo and stares into purple orbs. Call him quaint but he felt like a small schoolboy seeking permission from a father to ask his daughter out.

Upon seeing the tulip, Purple haze immediately leaned down to take a closer look like a curious puppy. More gurgled growls from the stand and head tilts of confusion as he attempts to sniff it.

Fugo looks at his stand in disbelief, feeling embarrassed that that thing was acting unruly...so untamed.

Yet, the golden boy could only squeal at the sight of Purple Haze's reaction to the tulip. How painfully enchanting would it be to shower it with more precious flowers. Roses, tulips, peonies, liacs, all rush through Giorno mind and how captivating the sight it would be to see it drown in. He could feel Gold Experience having similar thoughts at how tight he's holding onto Giorno now, the cuteness aggression is gonna to end the both of them.

"W...what is it Sir..? I thought this was a seriously important meeting...but I'm very..baffled by this…”

"I seemed to have developed some sort of.. strange feeling lately. I do not wish to alarm you so I thought it would have been best to discuss this matter privately."

Perhaps the only way to go around it was to be direct, confrontational. That was all he really knew how to deal with his emotions anyways. His words emollient yet still felt ineffable. The root of these smitten up affection upon him, his stand wraps his waist as a source of support.

How he hopes his wishes were not wistful as delicate hands grabbed onto Fugo's. His eyes lighting up with a strong passion, a ravenous hunger.

Fugo almost jumped at the direct touch of the Don's hands. They felt like feathers, he felt blood rush up to his pale cheeks. His eyes cartoonishly wide open, lips apart by the nature of the entire encounter.

"Do not fear Fugo, it is quite serious but nothing bad. I just..."

Giorno huffs as his muster every ounce of confidence as he could. He never felt so small in trying to acknowledge his growing feelings. Even he felt strong against the fight with – the original Boss, but he never once felt this brazen yet absolutely terrified. The entire Passione knew him as demagogue but here he was cowardly admitting his feelings like a lovesicken fool caught between the lines.

"I seemed to have been rather infatuated with Purple Haze lately...?"

He turned away quickly to be furtive. The pink spread all across his face as he nervously lets go of Fugo's soft hands. The tension was going to swallow him as he bit his lip. How truly embarrassing...

"I understand it is weird but I would like to get to know Purple Haze more... and if possible.. allow it to spend some time with me and Golden Experience Requiem."

It took Fugo a while to digest what Giorno had just said.

"Y...you are...what?!?”

Infatuated?

With his monster of a stand..?

Fugo stood there dumbfounded for a whole good minute. Billions of questions running through his head that he wanted answers for. A huge part of him wanted to reject Giorno immediately.

But this is his Don. And Fugo is his subordinate isn't he? He was worried at the same time of what his harm Purple Haze might bring to Giorno, but did he even have the authority to shut down his request?

"H..how can I deny your request... I am to provide what you need and ask me for. My only concern is that... I am still unsure how well behaved Purple Haze will be. I know I have some control over him now but...there's still a chance he might..hurt you by accident Don Giovanna!"

He guilty bows to him.

"I ask for your reconsideration, is this what you truly wish from me?"

A slight frown spewed across Giorno's face at the response he got from Fugo. The hesitation and rejection that was written all over Fugo slightly upset him. Perhaps he was overstepping as a Don here, going after someone's stand did sound a bit ridiculous. Just maybe, maybe. He should had consulted Polnareff or even Mista about this before jumping directly into it. The nature that bloomed around them stopped as the creatures and plants all reverted back to their original state.

The pink tulip now back to just a pen.

Golden Experience Requiem seemed much more visibly upset as it went towards Fugo, separating Giorno from him.

"Fugo Pannacotta. You are to not question your Don's requests."

Giorno pushes GER slightly to the side as he gives an apologetic smile.His soft golden hair glistening under the rusty dimmed light as he sighed. His gaze slowly lingering back to Purple Haze, his breath hitched as he wished to let his mind wander to daydream on the endless possibilities he wanted to engage in with the stand. He tries to avoid Fugo's stare as he feels extremely guilty. Perhaps pursuing a stand was truly an abominable action.

"Ah Fugo, is alright. I will be able to handle Purple Haze. Please, maybe 30 minutes a day? I promise it everything will be fine, I won't hurt Haze. I will take great care. "

Fugo softens. He screwed up. He definitely screwed up. A frown on his Don's face is never ever a good sign. It only gets worse when he sees Gold Experience visibly upset with his request.

He shakes his head, now isn't the time for self-loathing. Fugo knew he must stand on his ground somehow, as his subordinate it is only right he'd worry for the safety of his boss.

Purple Haze seemed most affected by Gold Experience's sudden response. The stand cowers under a chair shivering. It was clear how much Gold Experience truly scares Purple Haze and Fugo.

"Respectfully Sir,I only said that because I don't want you to get hurt... But if you are really determined to handle my stand. 30 minutes seems reasonable. Just make sure to keep a distance from him."

Giorno's frown only deepens. The frightful state of Purple Haze truly wound his heart as he yearned to reach out to soothe his sorrows. Why was Purple Haze so scared..? Did it truly believe that Giorno was going to hurt the precious thing?

He sighed as he turned the pen into a white lily before squatting next to Purple Haze. He gives a gentle smile as he places the lily against the other's head. He did not wish to exacerbate the matter further for all he truly wanted was to be graced by the presence of Purple Haze.

"Is okay Purple Haze, I do not wish harm. I simply want to know you better."

.Still on the ground next to Purple Haze, he spoke in a soft voice. His pursuit was zealous and Giorno won't give up easily.

"Distance? I wish to be near Purple Haze. Truly Fugo, me and Golden Experience Requiem only want to get to understand Purple Haze better. And.. I have to admit, I find your stand rather adorable."

He gets up as he looks directly at Fugo this time. With a much more determined stance and making sure his intentions were more tacit.

"Do you truly see me this feeble and weak that I cannot handle your stand? I am Giorno Giovanna, your Don. I won't fall so easily to something like this Fugo."

Fugo sighs, he knew he was just pushing an unmovable stone at this point.

“If you truly believe you can handle him, who am I to oppose you? My apologies for doubting your capabilities Don Giorno..”

Before Fugo could even respond fully, Gold Experience was already kneeling beside Purple Haze and pampering him with attention and flowers. Giorno went back beside him as well as he controlled everything fibre on his being to not hug or squeeze Purple Haze to death – to not startle him nor to activate his virus of course. Baby steps after all, Giorno would slowly court after Purple Haze.

He doesn't exactly know what his plan is but he was honestly simply happy enough to be engaging this long with Purple Haze. Giggling as he watches the interactions between Gold Experience and Purple Haze, it truly made his heart flutter.

Denial was still somewhat in his mind as the weird feelings he felt hadn't gotten away despite him '"confessing". It felt like something much more resonated deep within him that he simply didn't know how to grasp. He had an innate desire for something more.. a crave for something he simply was unsure how to comprehend.

Giorno thought he extirpated the thoughts that had been bugging him but clearly something else was at play.

Meanwhile, Fugo's eyes gaze upon Purple Haze being pampered and spoiled with attention. Fugo felt the ghostly sensations of flowers grazing against his cheeks, making him feel slightly flustered. He couldn't control the way his stand acts or feels, even though Purple Haze cannot talk,he was still a sentient stand.

Stands are representative of the user's true soul. Has Fugo always been this childish? He could not fathom how easily Purple Haze seemed to befriend the other two ,making disgusting gurgling sounds that indicated a positive nature.

He frowned at the thought ,how embarrassing. But he wished it was that easy.

Suddenly he felt his blood start to boil. How is his stand able to be more open than he is?

All he needed was a goddamn flower waving around his face and that was enough for his stand to succumb to the pampering of his Don and his stand?

Pathetic and useless. It was happening again. The anger was boiling up as his nails dug into his own palm as he closed his hands into a fist by his sides. But before his thoughts could go anymore downhill.

Giorno shifts his attention back towards a distraught looking Fugo.

He reaches out to hold Fugo's hand once more as he leans ever so closely towards the other.

" I hope I didn't upset you Fugo. I hope you know I come from a place of sincerity that I only truly have a desire to...Well.. I suppose somewhat of feelings for Purple Haze. I'm not entirely sure what this entails but I'm set on following what my heart tells me."

He mutters softly.

"Perhaps in the process I would learn more about you as well."

The sudden soft touch of Giorno's hand jolts him back to reality. The distance felt closer than before. Gazing into the Don's green emerald eyes felt so captivating.

Giogio is captivating.

He snaps out of his trance and sighed.

"A..ah...sorry Don Giovanna,I think there's some important paperworks I need to resume..you only need Purple Haze for now right?”

Fugo had always been so uptight yet Giorno thought they had made good progress in their friendship for him to have opened up a little. Even so, he was still cold as ever, putting up walls that were clear as glass. Shielding himself from his true thoughts that could be so easily read.

The Don was slightly disappointed at his words, it seems like he didn’t get through to him. Why Fugo was upset was beyond him.

.One could easily tell how Fugo felt about Purple Haze, it was not a secret for anyone. Giorno pulls his hand closer to him as he had the sudden urge to get closer. A weird warmth in his heart that made his blood rush, he hated seeing Fugo like this. Such a sight for sore eyes, he felt ever so mesmerised. If the eye contact lasted any second longer, Giorno might have actually changed the course of actions that followed.

But atlas, fate was a cruel concept as that thought only sizzled out.

.As he only watches the other pull away, Giorno can't help but feel a wave of emptiness. How odd for him to feel such things – but the entire experience of the moment made me feel a lot of emotions he simply can't describe.

"Ah.. Of course Fugo. You can come by to pick Purple Haze later, I will enjoy some time with our stands now."

.Giorno shifted once more towards the stands, Gold Experience now seemingly cuddling close to Purple Haze.

"Also, if you would like to just..talk. My office always welcomes you. As I said once, you don't have to anchor your grief or sadness alone, Pannacotta Fugo.”

Disappointment...Fugo can see it in his eyes. Giorno was disappointed in him.

But he had to hold it together,this was for the best. Some distance between them before Fugo ever crosses a line. However, he won't deny the feeling of softness from Giorno's hands lingered.

Fugo only bowed and made his way to the door, as Giorno's words echoed in his mind.

"Yes sir."

He managed out a mumble , swinging the door open and leaving with a light thud. Bringing up his thumb to his mouth as he bites down on his fingernail while striding to his own room. He didn't understand Giorno's actions at all, he knows his Don is eccentric but this was beyond that.

Images of Giorno smiling around with Purple Haze flashed in his mind. Fugo aggressively shakes his head. No. He needs to focus on getting work done. This was for the best.

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Months flew by quickly as the golden boy himself felt like he had gotten much closer to Purple Haze. Though great progression was made, it did not seem to quell that insatiable hunger or thirst within him as he still yearned for something much greater.

However, this time, he had decided to not impose on it. Deciding to entirely focus on devoting affection to the beloved stand instead. He observed quietly as Gold Experience was slowly pampering Purple Haze in small subtle kisses before deciding to lean against the two stands and cuddles closely.

How strange it was to feel such coldness against his skin that he wishes were warmth – drifting to imagining it was F- What a particular thought to have. Giorno sighed as he looked at Purple Haze longingly. The invitation he had extended to Fugo seemed to have no fruition for it felt like he rarely sees him anymore. Perhaps Giorno's strange new fondness for his stand chased him away.

His finger slowly traced along Purple Haze's jaw as he felt the cold embrace of both stands. Flowers gather around their feet as they all rest against the grass. If anyone were to walk in on the trio it would surely have been an odd yet captivating sight to see. He stares blankly at Gold Experience and mumbles softly.

"I thought the solution would have been to spread this affection I seem to dwell upon on Purple Haze.. But it seems I found myself more driven by madness lately of a growing feeling I can't seem to understand, what do you think Requiem?"

Gold Experience seemed to have only returned a blank response as his stand was too busy giving all its attention towards Purple Haze. Giorno only felt heat as he wished he could touch and embrace another instead. He blinks at the thought once more. This yearn needs to be quelled. It seems to have been affecting his mood to concentrate on anything else of importance.

Wandering dreams of a certain someone clouded his mind despite the initial idea that it was simply just an odd taste to court after a stand.

Giorno slightly frowns.

Truth is, he knew for a long time.

Deep down, Giorno had known for a long time about his true desires but had refused to acknowledge them. He rather echoed the same sentiment as Gold Experience of wishing to chase Purple Haze than the actual interest he had so desperately craved.

It felt less lonely knowing he could achieve the affection of his soul much easier than the person himself. He only snuggles closer to Purple Haze before hugging it tight. He felt like a small child between the two, the inner urge to whine about how oblivious Fugo seems to be about how Giorno was so obviously head over heels for him..

"Haze, your owner is so strange... But I guess it only makes me the weird one for settling for his stand rather than being truthful."

He quickly composed himself and shuffled towards his desk as Golden Experience alerts him of a life source at the door. Taking a deep breath, he calms himself to not be caught in such a state. The small field of flowers still surrounding the two stands. His signature braid was undone as curls fell through his shoulders.

An acrid taste in his mouth as he bit down on his lip to not succumb to his urge. For as much as he wishes to bereaved, he would rather go through a week's hell than to lose Fugo to such meaningless unrequited feelings. He watches the door open as he tries to hold back from giving a big grin.

" Fugo. "

"Don Giovanna."

There it is again, the bright light shining against his Don with the wind blowing against him. He couldn't help but let his eyes have a quick glance at the beautiful angel in front of him. Giorno has always looked beautiful, but even more so when his hair was let loose, flowing against the soft wind.

How he wished he could run his hands through them.....no.

How inappropriate of him. These ridiculous thoughts of his Don need to be extinguished as soon as possible.

"I'm here to collect Purple Haze.."

The stand made a whining growl, clinging his hands more tightly to Gold Experience's waist. Looking at him with sad bug-like eyes, he didn't want to leave.

Fugo frowned at the response that his stand was giving, lately it seems like Purple Haze was less willing to return to him. He had never been this rebellious and Fugo was about to lose it. Seeing Gold Experience and Haze being tightly intertwined made his heart ache. Not being able to control his anger, Fugo let himself in, going straight to his stand.

"Purple Haze. It's time to go now."

Giorno studies the expressions written on Fugo's face, he could not understand why he seemed so upset. He wishes Fugo was more candid about what was on his mind as he was about his anger.

His smile always brings a calm certainty to Giorno. Giorno wishes he could soothe the other, wishing nothing but cup his face and feel the warmth that radiates. He truly was too deep into this – months and arguably years of pent up emotions catching up to him. He can't help admire the gentleness of his eyes, the longing to just settle for his embrace creeping to him like a drug.

" Is okay, I won't mind if Hazey were to stay longer."

Companionship or loneliness or just the fact that Giorno's mind was clawing away at him right now. Giorno should really learn to suppress his child- like wonder.

To hell with that logic.

"I won't mind that you stay longer as well."

.He just can't help himself, could he?

He was always a simple believer of pursuing his ambitions and goals. If he was truthful from the start, would the outcome have changed earlier?

Perchance in another lifetime, he would have already been swept off his feet to feel this closeness he has longed since desired for. This dance of want and need to chase after an endless pursuit.

Green eyes stared intensely at those white locks of hair, fingers tingling at how badly he wanted to thread through them and give some sort of intimate comfort. A ghosting feeling that they could have been just more than this.

"Come sit, it's been a while since we last caught up."

Before Fugo was about to scream at his uncooperative stand , Giorno's gentle voice interrupted his train of thoughts. Jolting his attention to the blonde.

‘Hazey?’ So now his stand even has a nickname from the Don himself. He wondered how close they had gotten together these past few months.

Fugo's expression went to a slight pout, his brows furrowed. The fact that his stand had more time with Giorno somehow upsets him. It was ridiculous.

His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his own skin as he refused to look at Giorno. Feelings of shame, guilt and anger. Was this jealousy? Why was he jealous of his own stand.

Asking Fugo to stay. Was that pity? Did Giorno feel bad for him?

Before Fugo would reject, he got distracted. He turned a little to face Giorno and yet, Giorno was already looking straight at him with his glossy beautiful emerald eyes, looking like he was pleading.

Giorno Giovanna looked like a painting that only a lucky few got to witness...

It seems like he was being genuine.

"...Yes Sir..."

Giving into the order, Fugo hesitantly walked over next to him.

Giorno watches as Fugo sits across him, eyeing the fingernail marks now on his hand. He really couldn't fathom why Fugo was this distraught or upset. Had Giorno been hogging up Purple Haze for so long that it was causing him to be mad? Had he been restraining alone time between Fugo and his beloved Haze?

He slowly grabs Fugo's hands without thinking as he slowly rubs them with delicacy and gentleness. A small gesture for an apology as he lifts his gaze towards Fugo.

Had Fugo always looked this majestic glistening under the golden rays of the sun? His features were captured by every light that shone through the glass window, sparkling and highlighting how...beautiful Fugo looked.

He was so sinfully pretty as the gentle breeze flew right in to ruffle softly against those white locks. And without thinking once more, Giorno lets go and brushes Fugo's hair to a side, leaning his body across the table and narrowing the distance between them. The silence is almost deafening as that forsaken clock fills the room with the sound of that haunted ticking.

Their breaths close as he stares right into his eyes for a second too long.

Feeling the sudden gentle touch of the Don's soft hands as fingers traced against his roughed marks on his palm. Heat immediately rushed up to Fugo's cheeks. It almost turned him the same shade as his clothes. He froze as he just stared at Giorno wide eyed.

He swore his heart stopped.

If this was a romcom perhaps Giorno would had lean in just slightly closer to give a kiss

Unfortunately, this wasn't. Giorno immediately realises what he was doing as he made direct eye contact with Requiem who was behind – still cuddling next to Haze.

" Oh.. I was just helping you fix your hair."

The moment was fleeting.

How Giorno wondered how those soft lips must have felt or how tender it would feel to just be right next to him.

Fugo bit down on his own lips as he stuttered. "T..thanks ..."

Embarrassed, Giorno quickly sits back down. Such an improper display from a Don, surely Fugo must have disliked him more than he already probably does. He crosses his arms as he stares right at Fugo, slightly averting his gaze.

" How have things been? I hope the workload hasn't been too much."

"I..it's fine actually, things have been slow..but there's progress. Especially in the Tuscany area."

Words were not entering Giorno's head as he could only replay the short lived moment they just shared. Whatever the other had just spoken did not register at all.

Fugo was so seraphic – like a beautiful art piece that Giorno wanted to cherish and lock away for his own. It was a selfish thought but he wished nothing more than to get nearer once more. Giorno grips his arm tightly, if only Fugo wasn't one that was abstruse.

If only Giorno was just a little bit selfish he would have long gone claim the other. His mind now filled with vad and hysteric wonders of desire.

"That's great to hear."

Silence deafens him as he was unsure what to say. He could play the benevolent boss, pure and chaste and cover up his innate want with honey that this mere concern wasn't something greater.

His newly realised feelings sending his head straight to the cloud – Has Fugo always seemed so delectable?

Face flushed as such thoughts even dare fill his mind about his friend?

He would mentally strike himself to harbour such thoughts.

However, Giorno was never good at keeping his emotions in check as previous times have proven.

Should he have reason with himself more he might have stopped the chain of actions that followed. Well, Giorno Giovanna was never much of a yearner to prolong his dreams. He got up from his seat and went straight to Fugo, kneeling where the other sat, bringing his hand towards his cheek.

"Caro, have I not done enough that you would rather run from me? I feel that I have borne my honest truth to your soul yet it seems everything is futile."

Giorno's face paints of ache and earnestness, he could not understand why everything he seems to do never gets through Fugo. His own hand gripping onto Fugo's arm tightly, refusing to let the other go at any cause. This warmth he so desperately craved finally enveloping him with the comfort he seeked. Call him venereal but he could care less.

If God came and told Giorno to sell his soul just so he can have him, he would do it with no hesitation. Giorno glowed beneath him, basking and soaking in every sight of the man above him.

"Fugo."

His voice dripped of honey.

"What is it that you want? If not me, what else can I offer you?"

Giorno was no fool, beyond his orphic nature and viridity, he knew he was threading a dangerous line.

But.

He couldn't care less anymore. He didn't know how to make himself any clearer as he stared right at Fugo's eyes. He would bare his entire being if he had to, he would denounce the entirety of La Passione if it meant he could finally get what he wanted.

"If you don't reciprocate I understand. But I beg that you just see me for once, to understand that my heart had always wanted you."

By now, Fugo was sweating and trembling. Was this real or is this some messed up dream. Is he hallucinating?

Maybe this is the work of an enemy stand playing some sick tricks on him. Whatever it was, Fugo was losing his mind.

Feeling the grip tightened from the Don, there was no escape for him.

"Giogio, it's not funny you know. To say such things to okay tricks within my heart."

He tried to avert his eyes, his thumb gently rubbing against Giorno's cheek.

Giorno purred at the attention he finally got as he nuzzled closely to his hand. It felt so comforting to finally feel the soft touch. Cuddling and embracing affection together with Purple Haze and Requiem had been nice – but it was nothing like this.

He had half a mind and his mind dazed with need as he kissed Fugo's thumb. The moon could explode any minute and he wouldn't care because his focus was entirely on Fugo.

"When have I ever tried to be funny? I'm entirely serious."

As if to prove his claim, Giorno got up as he straddled himself onto Fugo's lap. His hands on his shoulder as he stares right into his face. He leaned in closer as he whispered into his ear. His fingers slowly tracing up and tangled with soft tussles of his white hair.

" If you will have me, I will be entirely yours."

Such an insolent display from the Don was unheard of. To Giorno, nothing was more important than this. If anyone were to walk in on them he would just end them. His mind devoid of any logic as his lips dangerously close to the other.

"Please. Why don’t you want me Fugo?”

A soft whisper breathed against Fugo’s ear.

Giorno leans forward, pushing the startled blonde against the chair.

His breath heavy as his fingers intertwined with his locks. This pent up frustration that boiled up finally caught up to him. The pining, the yearning, his needs over anything else at the tip of his head.

His radiant green eyes felt like it could swallow Fugo whole.

Like a siren song, he was captivated. This was a thread line that he knew better than to not cross but he couldn’t help it. He could not control himself as Giorno pushed soft lips against his.

He could not control himself as he eyes closed, embracing the warmth and softness the other offered. His tensed body relaxes as for a moment, it felt like it was heaven sent around him. The hint of gardenia and roses entrapped him as his mind fogged out with need. It was like a swirlpool of emotions, the carnal act of sin felt irrelevant.

Giorno must have been hand sculpted by the gods themselves and Fugo felt true bliss. Dripping gold and clouds as Fugo swore he could hear those angels sing.

His lips enveloped into those soft lips that tasted of sweet honey, his hands wrapping around Giorno’s back.

They finally break from the kiss as they breathlessly look at each other. The slow sudden realisation of what they have just done finally hitting Fugo.

Fugo sighed, his hands slowly cupping the other's face.

“You're an evil evil man Don Giovanna. Fooling around with my stand only to..” He blinks, only to meet Giorno's burning stare.

“I had always loved you too, Giogio.”

Giorno smiles back as he nuzzles onto Fugo's hands. Having the audacity to giggle. Warmth blooming in his chest

And without saying a word, he leans it once more to kiss Fugo.

They both won't have it any other way.