1 Year Later

"If anyone starts a fight, they will walk away without a face," he replied in a bored tone of voice. "Let's talk about something actually interesting--like what I'm going to do to you when we land, for example. I already found a contact."

"You...what?" He asked, not following.

He gave him an unimpressed look.

"A source for certain comforts, tesoro mio. I don't want you bleeding all over me, and the airport dislikes when people bring large containers of liquids."

Then, it suddenly all made sense.

"...oh." He said, in realization. "...that makes sense."

He laughed.

"Surely you didn't think we would be practicing abstinence?"

"I told you I couldn't afford a hotel room and that I refused to sleep with you in my parents house." He said simply. "I thought you were smart enough to connect the dots and realize what that meant."

He stretched his arms. "Besides it's only a week." He stood up hurriedly, wanting to leave no room for argument. "I'm going to the bathroom."

He headed down the aisle, sighing heavily.

Cesario chuckled to himself. Silly Draza, thinking that sex was optional.

-x-

Happily, he stretched out. Finally. With their luggage in hand, all they had to do now was to catch a cab to his family's house.

"Oh, and whatever you do, please don't let them know you have ties to the Italians..." Draza reminded Cesario, as they waited for a taxi.

"I don't look Italian at all," he replied flatly.

Draza rolled his eyes, as he finally managed to hail a taxi. "Of course not. I'm just saying, my family doesn't particularly like the mafia, so..."

He put their things into the trunk and then sat down.

"Thank God we're almost there." He said, sighing. "I'm so tired, I just want to sleep..."

Cesario nipped his neck.

"You get sleep when I'm finished with you, amico mio."

He couldn't help but groan.

"You can't be serious. You hate planes more than I do and yet you have enough energy to do that sort of thing?"

"I always have energy for you," he said simply, kissing his hand. "I've been craving something since the airplane, and cigarettes alone will no longer do."

"Alright, fine, but don't expect my family to leave us alone long enough for much to be possible, anyway." He sighed heavily.

-x-

Draza didn't want to go up to the house, but it was too late; they were there. He slowly opened the door and waited for the flood.

Predictably, his family flooded out the doors to meet him and Cesario, touching and caressing and hugging and kissing both of them. Draza just stood there, waiting for it to be over.

Cesario looked vaguely enraged, but he said nothing; in fact, he didn't move.

"Introduce me, Dragovic," he said, snapping his fingers.

Before Draza could, an inherently large woman emerged and pulled Draza to her bosom.

"Oh, my dear boy!" She cried in Russian. "How I've missed you!!"

Draza sighed. "That's Cesario." He replied, motioning to Cesario. "My, uh, boyfriend."

She smiled widely. "He's so handsome~" She cooed. "You did good this time.
I approve."

Draza laughed to himself. If only she knew, he thought.

After things calmed down, Draza pulled Cesario into the guest room, which was full of children's toys and crayon drawings on the walls. Still, he shut the door and locked it before anyone else could get in.

Cesario wrapped his arms around Draza, attacking his neck.

"Mi permetta di gusto si," he whispered, reaching into his shirt.

He backed up towards the bed, but when he sat down he immediately stood back up. He pulled away from Cesario, only so he could rid the bed of it's infestation of toys.

Cesario licked his lips, shrugging off his coat.

"I hope you have some stamina left, Dragovic."

He just rolled his eyes, finally throwing the last toy onto the ground. He sat down, stretching out.

"You're so insatiable." He remarked.

"You say that because you lack ambition," he replied, pouncing. He licked Draza's neck.

He giggled, kissing Cesario on the ear.

"Make this quick, though..."

He licked Draza's ear.

"It will be as long as I desire," he replied, producing a small packet of lubricant from his pocket. "You should give me a lap dance."

"I'm serious, I wouldn't take more than half an hour." He insisted. "And I already gave you a lap dance. You don't see me asking you for one every time we sleep together. They're tiring."

"But I haaaaate doing all the work," he whined. "It's better when you pleasure me."