What Do You Mean We're Actually Dating?

Draza smiled, leaning over to kiss Cesario on the top of the head.

"Yes. Now we can leave." He decided, looking completely satisfied. "Just promise that you won't do that again."

"I suppose," he said, shrugging but obviously annoyed. No one told Cesario what to do--not even his capo in some cases. Fastening his fur coat at the front, he stood up and made his way to the door with a surprising amount of grace for someone dressed in such bulky clothing. He glanced at Draza.

"Will you be warm enough? It is freezing out there--the fucking wind is a menace. If I could shoot it, I would." He grimaced, and pounded his fist against his hand. Then his expression softened slightly.

"...Of course, amico mio, if you get cold you can share my coat."

"Oh, it's cold out? I'll go grab my coat." He moved into his room and returned wearing a long woman's coat. He linked his arm with Cesario's, smiling at him. "There. Now I'm ready to go. What are we doing tonight that requires me to dress up for, anyway?"

"Dating," he said, shrugging. "I was hoping we could do some fun things together." He lead Draza outside, where a sleek black car waited. He held the door open for him, but once they were both inside he pulled Draza into his lap. He groped him shamelessly as the car started, kissing him on the lips.

"I bought us tickets to see the opera, and we will eat out at a nice restaurant and then find a bakery for dessert. We can even go ice skating if you want, si?" He laughed, kissing Draza on the cheek. "Of course, I'll make you tired later regardless, tesoro mio..."

He squirmed slightly, until he was comfortable.

"The opera?" He asked, frowning slightly. He had never been to the opera, and it sounded rather...boring. It really wasn't his thing. For Cesario, he would pretend it was, however. "That sounds nice. What restaurant are we going to?"

He reached under Draza's shirt.

"It is all a surprise, of course--does it matter?" He kissed Draza's neck repeatedly, pulling him closer. "Ti Amo," he said quietly, so it was almost inaudible.

He forced Cesario's hand out of his shirt.

"No, you know how I feel about this." He insisted, adjusting his shirt. "We have all night, you can be a little bit more patient than normal, can't you?"

"No one will see," he hissed irritably, reaching under Draza's shirt again.

"Why do you mind? It is Valentines. Enjoy it."

Draza insisted, however, in keeping his hands out of his shirt.

"Because, you know how I feel about PDA." He replied bluntly. "I dislike it immensely. So quit it, or I'll just go back to work."

"It is not public!" he exclaimed incredulously. "We are in a private car--let me hold you." He pinned Draza against the seat, kissing his neck again.

"You have no problem at your house."

He groaned.

"...Cesario, you're so uptight." He complained, though he wasn't all that serious about it. "You're also extremely impatient; it won't even be that long you have to wait."

"You are uptight," he insisted. "I am merely bored, and you want me to remain bored--is it common to hate fun?"

"If you're so bored with me as your company, why don't you date someone else, then?" He replied, raising an eyebrow. It wasn't even that Draza was being bichy, it was simply an honest question. It seemed silly for Cesario to date him if he found him boring to be around.

Cesario rolled his eyes. Draza asked the weirdest, most obvious questions.

"If you were boring, I would not be trying to touch you," he explained. "I want to fool around with you because you do not bore me, but car rides do."

"But then, am I boring in every other aspect?" He asked, still confused. "You know, it doesn't make much sense to insist we're dating, if you really only want to have sex with me. You could just ask for that, you know. I don't mind, so much, as long as you're honest."

He blinked.

"But I don't want just sex. You ask strange questions, Dragovic." He attempted to attack Draza's neck again.

"See!" He insisted, pushing Cesario away. "Why can't we just...talk?"

He frowned.

"Because we can talk in public and after sex and over dinner. Those are good times for talking. Why, do you have something you cannot say while recieving sexual pleasure, amico mio?"

He just gave him a look.

"...Are you seriously asking me that?" He asked, honestly hoping the answer was 'no', but never sure thanks to Cesario being Cesario.

He shrugged.

"If you want to talk, talk. I have no objections, I suppose." He licked Draza's neck before letting go of him, folding his hands neatly in his lap.

"Go on, Dragovic."

"Good." He replied, adjusting his clothes. "I...I want to talk about your job."

He crossed his arms, expecting Cesario to refuse.

"Si, the one thing I do for a living," he said flatly. "What about it, tesoro mio?" He ran a hand along Draza's clothed inner thigh, but made no move to molest him further.

"I can assure you right now, my job is very boring. That is why I have you."

"Well...Exactly what do you do?" He asked, curious. He really hoped Cesario was honest with him. He guessed the worst, which is why he wanted to know so badly.

"I am a mafioso," he said, shrugging. "Soldato. Soon, I am certain will be capo. No more dirty work--none directly, anyway. I grow tired of having a 'dirty' job, anyway." He continued stroking Draza's leg in an absentminded fashion, as though he hadn't an inkling of what he was doing.

"I would tell you the exact details of everything I do, but you know I cannot--the family is an oath of secrecy, si? I wish to keep my perfect body. So I suppose I can tell you this." He looked directly at Draza, caressing his cheek.

"Capo mio is in charge of protection services. As soldato, I ensure our clients stay up to date with payments--I am sure you understand what I mean. Is all very simple.

"And that is all you need to know, tesoro mio." He let go of Draza and sank back into his own seat.

"Oh, I get it." He nodded. "Okay...I was just curious. I won't pry anymore, though."

He shrugged slightly.

"Do you like your job?" He asked, already breaking his promise of not prying.