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The paladin smirked at the feeling of warm hand on him, not even needing to look back. “Evenin’ mah swan~”

His first thought was to check his office, which he was quick to do only to find he was wrong, which isn’t too surprising but it was more so when he finally got to his room and found he wasn’t there either. A meeting maybe? For the moment he just shrugged his shoulders and guessed that was it, heading out again and would try again in a little while.

The kittens were not quite a secret to him as their loud mews were easy to get his attention as he was always so good with his hunting to find anything that shouldn’t be there. What was not to be suspected though was to find the Iscariot leader sitting there like a mother cat watching them, this only made him smile more when he saw he had brought them food.

“Dammit Anderson, you scared the hell out of me!” He smoothed his hair back, then paled as he realized what Anderson had found him doing. 

“You cannot tell anyone about this. This would make me seem like a joke, and there’s a risk someone might hurt them.” 

“Ye has some tae start wi'? Guid, dornt need a exorcism.” He joked, shaking his head as he came over to pat Enrico on the back. “Ah dornt hink anyain aroond haur woods hurt them, 'rico. Thocht if anythin' was gonnae gie ye awa' it woods be th' yeel ye jist lit it.”

The paladin smirked at the feeling of warm hand on him, not even needing to look back. “Evenin’ mah swan~”

The paladin smirked at the feeling of warm hand on him, not even needing to look back. “Evenin’ mah swan~”

Enrico stood at Anderson’s door, listening intently for any sort of response before opening the door. He peeked his head inside, just to make sure, and upon seeing that no one was there, entered completely. 

In between silken gloved fingers was a soft, lightly scented envelope, sealed with his official insignia and the name of the one it was addressed to written gracefully on the front with the greatest of care. 

Stopping the the center of the room, Enrico pondered on where the best place to put this would be, scanning the spartan-decor with his eyes and tapping his chin. His attention landed on the bed, and he shrugged. That would do.

He fluffed up the middle-most pillow, gave the envelope a soft kiss, and gingerly rested that special letter right on top of it, right in plain sight. 

His mission accomplished, Enrico left the room to do the rest of the preparations with a strong feeling of pride in his chest. Inside the envelope was a special invitation, and it read:

“My Dearest Alexander,

Mi amore, I have taken the liberty and pleasure in arranging a special night for us tonight. No prying eyes, no other people to cause us anxiety, just us, together. 

I’ve included the address of a certain place in this letter. I expect to see you at my door at 8pm sharp. Dress nicely, for I will be, and you look so impeccably handsome in formal dress. Although you’re always handsome, my beautiful, perfect paladin. 

I have everything already prepared and set out for us, all you need to do is arrive and go up to room 397, and knock at the afore-mentioned time. That’s all, no need to worry. You will love it, all of it. I have been wanting such time alone with you for a long while now, and I aim to make the absolute most of it. I cannot tell you how much I’ve been desiring your company, so instead, I shall show you in person. So do show up. The pleasures I’ve planned for us cannot be enjoyed to their fullest extent when alone. 

I will be waiting mi amore.

All my love,

Coming back into his room nothing looked out of the ordinary at first, paying little mind as he just did what he needed. But upon heading back to the bed to change he noticed the letter sitting on the pillow, a smile coming to his face as he grabbed it. There is only one person that would leave something like that there let along have it scented.

Laying back on the bed he opened it up and carefully unfolded it, reading it casually as he might other things but slowly getting more eager as he read. Sitting up quickly he was both mildly surprised and excited now, it had been a while since he had gotten time with the other.

Wait, he wanted formal? Wow he was going to do this all out wasn’t he? Well it HAD been a while since he had broken out his tux and he did like how it fit him… He checked the time, he had a little bit before he was to head out so he all but dove into the bathroom to get cleaned up, getting something in strawberry no less. He didn’t care what anyone said about that smell, he and Enrico both loved strawberries.

Humming the whole time he grabbed his favorite suit , well it was one of only two he had, and get himself fixed up if feeling a bit silly. It wasn’t like he hadn’t worn one before but to something he was sure would be privet was kinda odd to him. Then again he didn’t know what the hell Enrico was going to be doing half the time.

The room he had arranged for was a large one bedroom suite, in the middle of Rome with a balcony over-looking that beautiful city. He had decorated the room with bouquets of classic red roses. Cliche and overdone, but they had the right message behind them. The table was set up on the balcony, which was so high they would be essentially invisible to the people down below. A bottle of champagne and scotch whisky sat next to a small bouquet lilies (to break up the monotony of roses and they smelled so pleasant). The bouquet was short and close to the table, so as to not block their view of one another; he hated when table arrangements did that. While he had provided two options for drinks, he hoped that Anderson would choose the champagne for once; it fit the scene much better. 

The food that night had been prepared by him only. It had been a while since he had the chance to exercise his cooking abilities, and he knew Anderson appreciated all that work going into him. He actually had quite a spread planned out, which might be seen as excessive for just two people but considering a chunk of the budget was dedicated to feeding Anderson, it was justified. 

As for himself, he was dressed in one of his fine suits, tailored to fit his body perfectly and show off his body’s features. His hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail as per usual, for the plain fact that it was more formal to him than leaving it down. It would be coming down during the night regardless he was SURE. 

He messed with his jeweled cufflinks as he waited for the man. Despite knowing him, he still had the faintest anxiety that he wouldn’t show up, and that would be enraging. 

Therefore when the knock at the door came, he breathed a mighty sigh of relief, and went right over to open it. 

“Right on time my dear Alexander. Welcome, come inside.” Smiling gently, he gave his lover a kiss on the lips before wrapping his arm around one of Anderson’s , leading him inside. 

He really didn’t care for it, walking down the hall to get tot he door had been the stiffest thing he had done and he was a fucking priest! He swore that if it wasn’t for the fact that Enrico had got it for him he would have torn the thing up just by pulling his arms together to show how much he didn’t like it. It was like putting clothes on a cat, a thought that did make him smile.

The blond’s knocks had been a bit louder than he meant to but oh well, placing the things he had brought behind his back just before the door opened.

“Ah woods ne'er miss a invitation frae ye, formal ur nae.” It seemed a little backasswards to be the one being lead but to hell with it, he just followed along anyway.

He took a step back at the snap and made a sound of happy surprise at the gifts. “Oh thank you Anderson. Truly, I appreciate it. Flowers and chocolate, such a classic combination.” He took a deep smell of the flowers, a bouquet sweet smelling flowers, just what he liked. He already had enough red roses. The chocolates looked high end as well, he would enjoy them later. “I love your acts of affection.” Standing up on his toes, he planted a kiss on the taller man’s lips. 

“But I need to show you the place!” Smiling, he grabbed Anderson’s arm again and led him around. “It’s beautiful isn’t it? Private, away from other rooms, a balcony, a very large bed, it’s so good to get away from the headquarters for once.” 

He brought his lover out to the balcony to show him the set up and scenery. “Beautiful isn’t it? I was planning on dining out here in the night air, and we don’t have to worry about being seen!” The ability to ignore secrecy made Enrico feel so loose and happy; it was like they were like a normal couple who didn’t have to spend weeks to months apart, separated by continents at times. That didn’t have to hide their affections all the time, that didn’t have to be always wary, always watching. 

The evening was cool and quiet, the perfect temperature for going out on a stroll. Or sneaking around the Iscariot headquarters with a heavy bag. 

Enrico Maxwell, Bishop head of Iscariot 13, was sneaking around his own building for a reason that was innocent yet acutely embarrassing to admit. Nearby there was a small colony of cats, feral ones, but he could hardly consider them feral, for they were so lovely. Having them around made his lack of cats more bearable, and they were a perfect break from his busy life. Being around those soft, purring animals was like therapy for his rattled nerves.

Turning a corner, he finally spotted them. 

“Awww hello my little darlings. Oh good, oh you’re all still safe and looking so nice. Are you hungry? I have some wonderful things for you tonight yes I do.”

The cats recognized the tall human and ran over, all meowing and rubbing against his long legs. He laughed and bent down, petting them and opening his bag. “Alright alright, let me get it out.” He couldn’t stop smiling, what perfect animals, what wonderful animals. He brought out a large, heavy paper package, and ripping off the tape. Unwrapping it, he revealed several large fish, fresh from the market that day (a trip he had made mostly with this reason in mind). 

The cats let out a chorus of excitement, swarming around him before he finally placed the package down and they went for it, tearing into the food and becoming silent except for the sounds of eating. 

His first thought was to check his office, which he was quick to do only to find he was wrong, which isn't too surprising but it was more so when he finally got to his room and found he wasn’t there either. A meeting maybe? For the moment he just shrugged his shoulders and guessed that was it, heading out again and would try again in a little while.

The kittens were not quite a secret to him as their loud mews were easy to get his attention as he was always so good with his hunting to find anything that shouldn't be there. What was not to be suspected though was to find the Iscariot leader sitting there like a mother cat watching them, this only made him smile more when he saw he had brought them food.

Enrico stood at Anderson’s door, listening intently for any sort of response before opening the door. He peeked his head inside, just to make sure, and upon seeing that no one was there, entered completely. 

In between silken gloved fingers was a soft, lightly scented envelope, sealed with his official insignia and the name of the one it was addressed to written gracefully on the front with the greatest of care. 

Stopping the the center of the room, Enrico pondered on where the best place to put this would be, scanning the spartan-decor with his eyes and tapping his chin. His attention landed on the bed, and he shrugged. That would do.

He fluffed up the middle-most pillow, gave the envelope a soft kiss, and gingerly rested that special letter right on top of it, right in plain sight. 

His mission accomplished, Enrico left the room to do the rest of the preparations with a strong feeling of pride in his chest. Inside the envelope was a special invitation, and it read:

“My Dearest Alexander,

Mi amore, I have taken the liberty and pleasure in arranging a special night for us tonight. No prying eyes, no other people to cause us anxiety, just us, together. 

I’ve included the address of a certain place in this letter. I expect to see you at my door at 8pm sharp. Dress nicely, for I will be, and you look so impeccably handsome in formal dress. Although you’re always handsome, my beautiful, perfect paladin. 

I have everything already prepared and set out for us, all you need to do is arrive and go up to room 397, and knock at the afore-mentioned time. That’s all, no need to worry. You will love it, all of it. I have been wanting such time alone with you for a long while now, and I aim to make the absolute most of it. I cannot tell you how much I’ve been desiring your company, so instead, I shall show you in person. So do show up. The pleasures I’ve planned for us cannot be enjoyed to their fullest extent when alone. 

I will be waiting mi amore.

All my love,

Coming back into his room nothing looked out of the ordinary at first, paying little mind as he just did what he needed. But upon heading back to the bed to change he noticed the letter sitting on the pillow, a smile coming to his face as he grabbed it. There is only one person that would leave something like that there let along have it scented.

Laying back on the bed he opened it up and carefully unfolded it, reading it casually as he might other things but slowly getting more eager as he read. Sitting up quickly he was both mildly surprised and excited now, it had been a while since he had gotten time with the other.

Wait, he wanted formal? Wow he was going to do this all out wasn’t he? Well it HAD been a while since he had broken out his tux and he did like how it fit him… He checked the time, he had a little bit before he was to head out so he all but dove into the bathroom to get cleaned up, getting something in strawberry no less. He didn’t care what anyone said about that smell, he and Enrico both loved strawberries.

Humming the whole time he grabbed his favorite suit , well it was one of only two he had, and get himself fixed up if feeling a bit silly. It wasn’t like he hadn’t worn one before but to something he was sure would be privet was kinda odd to him. Then again he didn’t know what the hell Enrico was going to be doing half the time.

The room he had arranged for was a large one bedroom suite, in the middle of Rome with a balcony over-looking that beautiful city. He had decorated the room with bouquets of classic red roses. Cliche and overdone, but they had the right message behind them. The table was set up on the balcony, which was so high they would be essentially invisible to the people down below. A bottle of champagne and scotch whisky sat next to a small bouquet lilies (to break up the monotony of roses and they smelled so pleasant). The bouquet was short and close to the table, so as to not block their view of one another; he hated when table arrangements did that. While he had provided two options for drinks, he hoped that Anderson would choose the champagne for once; it fit the scene much better. 

The food that night had been prepared by him only. It had been a while since he had the chance to exercise his cooking abilities, and he knew Anderson appreciated all that work going into him. He actually had quite a spread planned out, which might be seen as excessive for just two people but considering a chunk of the budget was dedicated to feeding Anderson, it was justified. 

As for himself, he was dressed in one of his fine suits, tailored to fit his body perfectly and show off his body’s features. His hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail as per usual, for the plain fact that it was more formal to him than leaving it down. It would be coming down during the night regardless he was SURE. 

He messed with his jeweled cufflinks as he waited for the man. Despite knowing him, he still had the faintest anxiety that he wouldn’t show up, and that would be enraging. 

Therefore when the knock at the door came, he breathed a mighty sigh of relief, and went right over to open it. 

“Right on time my dear Alexander. Welcome, come inside.” Smiling gently, he gave his lover a kiss on the lips before wrapping his arm around one of Anderson’s , leading him inside. 

The sight that greeted him made a grin some to his face, kicking the door closed behind him and locking it. He growled as he mad his way closer, taking it all in. He was eager, yes, but seeing the bishop like that was just too good and never lasted as long as he would like.

Enrico stood at Anderson’s door, listening intently for any sort of response before opening the door. He peeked his head inside, just to make sure, and upon seeing that no one was there, entered completely. 

In between silken gloved fingers was a soft, lightly scented envelope, sealed with his official insignia and the name of the one it was addressed to written gracefully on the front with the greatest of care. 

Stopping the the center of the room, Enrico pondered on where the best place to put this would be, scanning the spartan-decor with his eyes and tapping his chin. His attention landed on the bed, and he shrugged. That would do.

He fluffed up the middle-most pillow, gave the envelope a soft kiss, and gingerly rested that special letter right on top of it, right in plain sight. 

His mission accomplished, Enrico left the room to do the rest of the preparations with a strong feeling of pride in his chest. Inside the envelope was a special invitation, and it read:

“My Dearest Alexander,

Mi amore, I have taken the liberty and pleasure in arranging a special night for us tonight. No prying eyes, no other people to cause us anxiety, just us, together. 

I’ve included the address of a certain place in this letter. I expect to see you at my door at 8pm sharp. Dress nicely, for I will be, and you look so impeccably handsome in formal dress. Although you’re always handsome, my beautiful, perfect paladin. 

I have everything already prepared and set out for us, all you need to do is arrive and go up to room 397, and knock at the afore-mentioned time. That’s all, no need to worry. You will love it, all of it. I have been wanting such time alone with you for a long while now, and I aim to make the absolute most of it. I cannot tell you how much I’ve been desiring your company, so instead, I shall show you in person. So do show up. The pleasures I’ve planned for us cannot be enjoyed to their fullest extent when alone. 

I will be waiting mi amore.

All my love,

He heard Anderson coming to the door well before the man unlocked the door, and already felt his blood getting hot. With the combination of the wine and his lusty mood, he was more than ready to welcome his secret lover. 

“Welcome Alexander.” He smiled slyly. The way Anderson entered so vigorously just made him more excited. He was sure Anderson would like what he saw; the bishop with his hair down, his shirt and pants undone to show his naked torso, and a blush on his cheeks and a bulge already forming in his pants. He felt like a damn animal in heat and at this point in their relationship had no problem letting Anderson see that.