Chance Meeting of Two Unknown People

He just shook his head, sighing heavily.

"Whenever I think I get you, I really don't..."

"Just look for things you like," he insisted.

"But I...I always buy cheap clothes and modify them myself." He said truthfully. "I-I don't know what to look for..."

Cesario rolled his eyes and snapped.

"Someone help Signore find new clothes." Three store assistants swarmed Draza, pulling him toward different racks. Cesario couldn't help but grin; he loved this sort of thing.

Draza nearly panicked.

"Cesario, what's going on?" He asked, as he was being led away.

"Just let them work their magic!" laughed Cesario, glancing at his watch. An hour later, Draza had five shopping bags worth of expensive new clothes, and he wore a brand new designer outfit. Cesario kissed him on the cheek.

"Molto bella," he cooed with an unusual amount of affection. "Come, we leave now."

Draza was almost dizzy from all that had happened. His new clothes seemed stuffy, and he was constantly pulling them away from his body.

"How can you stand this...?"

"Stand what?" he asked. "Exhausted already, Signore? I thought you were a man."

"These clothes, they're so...stiff." He said, frowning deeply.

He chuckled.

"I will get you out of them after lunch, if you prefer."

He muttered something to himself, adjusting his position but not loudly responding.

"Any preference as to wear we eat?" he asked, helping Draza back into the car.

"No." He said. "I don't like Chinese, though."

"Good--Chinese restaurants are low-class. We are going to an Italian place."

He smiled at Draza, pulling him into his lap.

"You dislike your new clothes? I think they suit you quite well, Signore."

"You're taste is tacky -- I mean, weird." He tried to smile to cover his mistake.

He kissed Draza on the forehead with a surprising amount of affection.

"Would you prefer to buy something somewhere else?"

"I prefer to sew my own clothes, or mod them myself." He said truthfully. "So, I really don't buy clothes anywhere except the thrift store..."

He grimaced.

"At least let me buy you high quality materials, if you must make your own clothes."

"B-but..." He frowned deeply. "...that's expensive."

Cesario lowered his shades and raised his eyebrow at Draza.

"...As I said, I will buy you high-quality materials, Signore. Would you like to change back into your old clothes?"

Draza shook his head.

"No...I suppose I'll stay in this. You prefer it, anyway."

He pulled Draza into in a gentle, loving kiss.

"Mm, tesoro mio--you don't have to do anything to please me but your job, si?"

Draza could feel his face blush as he looked away quickly.

"...you're too gentle sometimes."

Yes, sometimes Draza forgot he wasn't supposed to like Cesario.

"Are you requesting I treat you roughly?" he purred, fondling Draza's backside with one hand. "You are my lover--why would I not treat someone I love kindly?"

Draza smacked his hand away, huffing.

"No, that's not what I meant." He said. "I simply meant...Oh, never mind, it doesn't matter anyway."