#goldknuckled

“I swear to god, you run your mouth more’n a twenty dollar whore.”

his boot scuffs the pavement and he drops the coney dog in front of the kid with a grunt. food had a way of SHUTTING HIM UP. gunnar liked the other man’s voice but sometimes, god, sometimes he preferred the peace and quiet. licking chili off his fingertips, there is a sigh as he drops into the torn up recliner passing as furniture. the kid had shitty taste in hideouts.

gunnar wished he remembered his name.

instead he’s stretching out, eyes falling close as he arches with a grunt across the patchwork mess of the chair. the kid was familiar in his temper, his words, and maybe that’s why he keeps coming back with offers of greasy food and a bottle of bourbon.

my love my love my wicked love.

one day he could find tony without his knuckles bruised and his lips bloody. by today was no exception. the knife was long since tossed aside, his gun is a comforting weight at his side. and he’s got roses, ones stolen from the florist on fifth, that’ll mask the fresh bruises on his knuckles and cheek.

worth it, every time it was worth it to shake the city and leave them frantic. all the better to steal a night away, to wind up finding his wicked little boy and offer flowers with a crooked sort of smile. the better to cross over the doorstep and grab the boy’s chin.

“your father’s on the eastside. down by the docks.”

a soft kiss and he’s crowding inside, closing the door behind himself. they’ll have the night because he was a thorn in the genovese family side. another kiss and he’s got his hands on the familiar curve of his boy’s spine.

THE    FIVE    SENSES    /     SENTENCE    STARTERS  . accepting.

it’s been a long week.

there was something of a gunfight and an unwelcome guest that left gunnar a mess of blood and adrenaline. a shaking breath slips free and he calms himself, steels himself, as he realizes who is at his apartment door.

opening the door, it’s a halfhearted little motion to wipe the blood off his face.

“baby, you can’t be here.”

his hands are coated in red but he touches that face like he’s delicate china. see, part of him doesn’t want the kid to know just who the dead men on his carpet are or who the bastard they worked for was gonna do knowing they’d been killed.

oh woe is the boy’s father, the tyrant beset upon by a MONSTER.

but how he smiles, warm and gentle, coaxing those lips closer with a hand at his chin so gunnar can kiss the warmth off his breath. “sweetheart, what’re you doing here huh?” god he is a contradiction, telling the boy he shouldn’t be here while chasing down his mouth with hungry kisses. he has his hands pushing up underneath fabric, smoothing along skin and he breathes in the taste of him.

‘i missed the smell of your hair.’

oh how sweet the words --

hands smooth down thighs and he has the kid up in his arms, legs spread wide as he pins him to the frame of the door. mouth chasing sweat and warmth in the wake of craving blood from the boy’s father. he would tear down the world for him, for this boy whose breath he’s chasing down with hungry kisses and hands cupping the curve of his ass.

“just the smell of my hair?”

gunnar laughs, smiling slightly, and leans in to steal another kiss with a slow bite. teeth drag and pull at a lip. for a breathless moment he forgets the murder in his home in favor of the boy in his arms. “maybe I should give you reason to miss more than just my mouth princess.”

pressed forehead to forehead, gunnar is hefting him higher, forcing him hip to hip. forcing him to take the friction of their bodies together as he kisses him harder, his voice a growl on those lips.

Breaking a dude’s kneecaps was not the best way to go about meeting someone, but that was exactly how it went down when she had first met Tony. Well, technically not “first”, as she knew of him and his family from vastly more formal settings. But it was the first time she met him on the streets, streets she, as a proper lady, had no business running. She had started back as a teenager, sneaking out of her parents’ mansion, to run with the soldiers; leather replacing silk, combat boots replacing tilting heels. 

The habit stuck, now years later. Except now she doesn’t need to sneak out. She’s an adult, and after the assassination of her parents over a year ago, the one in charge. But like her father, she didn’t believe in keeping her hands clean for appearance sake. She has no problem getting down and dirty. 

Which is probably a good thing, since Tony had been getting the shit kicked out of him that night. She learned why later, after taking him home and fixing him up; that had required homemade stitches, a hot shower, home cooking, and nearly fifteen hours worth of sleep. He told her his story, and she understood why he more or less went off the deep end. 

Now, as her scarlet Jaguar made its way across the city, she glanced at the big shiny rock on her left hand. She never thought she’d be engaged this way, but Tony needed her help, and she has no problem with the charade. It’d get his father off his back, at least for a little while. Her fingers tightened around the wheel; and if the intel she got was correct, it would also lead to her parents’ assassin. 

Two birds, one stone, as they said. 

The Genovese place was fucking huge. Like. Took up a whole block huge, at the top story of a marble gilded building. Why is that much space needed? Not that she can actually say anything, her parents’ place- now her’s -is three stories of vine crawled red brick. Though still no where near this size. She somehow managed to find parking just outside the building and the doorman let her in after she gave him identification. 

     there’s an audible laugh  ,  before crystalline blue eyes lock with his while her head cocks to the side.  a sly smile spreads across her red lips as she takes a sip of her whiskey before she shifts in her chair.  tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth  ,  before she leans in closer as a way to let him know that fear of crossing any lines is non existent.  she laughs again , before she rests her chin in her hand and taps her fingers against her jawbone in a steady pattern.  ❝    oh baby , you don’t wanna do that.  all you’re gonna do is lose.    ❞