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Notte Appassionato	By : aprilmoon Category: +. to F > Arcana Famiglia Views: 1470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Arcana Famiglia nor any of its characters. No money is made by writing this fiction, just an outlet for my pervy yaoi-filled mind

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A/N: Err..just what I imagined what happened that night in the cellar that caused Nova to be so flustered in the [Punishment] at the end of Episode 6 :P

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"Tonight's sinner is you, Il Matto," Jolly announced looking at him after the votes has been cast. Two for Il Matto and one for La Luna, his vote.

"Why the hell is it just me?!" he asked, throwing a sharp glance at the blue-haired Japanese sitting beside him. Damn that Nova, was he still holding a grudge about that?

"It was your idea to go save La Morte's father, was it not??" Jolly counters, smiling to himself. Aah..He had to admit, he was right. He was the one who pushed the other two to confront the pirates. The older adviser handed him a glass filled with pinkish purple liquid.

"The nocturne of corruption, Notturno version quarto. It's something I finished last night," he said proudly, causing Liberta to gulp. "Am I a guinea pig?!" He wanted to ask, but they would just probably take it as childish whining.

"I'm pretty sure you won't die," seems to be Nova's way of encouraging him...or he probably just want to get it over with quickly. "Suck it up and start drinking," he urged.

"It's time for repentance." Jolly said, smiling darkly.

After drinking the entire glass in one gulp, Liberta had stopped moving, just sitting quietly at the chair

[Did Jolly put something in the drink?]

While it was certainly a suspicious-looking drink, Nova knew that Jolly wouldn't intentionally poison Liberta. The man who holds the contract with "The Moon" always acts for the good of the Family, or so he would hope to think.

"Your true repentance starts now," the black-haired man said, leaning closer at the blonde youth. "Il Matto, tell us about you time in the cellar."

"Yeah," Liberta spoke for the first time, his voice missing its usual liveliness. The atmosphere had turned into something similar to interrogation. Something is definitely strange, he thought. And sure enough, Liberta's next words were:

"The three of us, two men and one woman, were trapped in the cellar, a situation that fueled our carnal desires like no other."

Nova did a double-take. "W-Why are you talking like that?"

"Ojou must have been tired as she entrusted her soft, sweet-smelling body to the stone bed, and breathed softly in her sleep. Not knowing what was about to happen to her, her face totally relaxed in sleep, and her snow white thigh peeking out from the darkness of her clothes..." Liberta continued to narrate, ignoring him. His face was red as if delirious and his eyes were half-closed, like he was sleep-talking.

"What in the world is that drug you gave him?" he questioned Jolly, who to his surprise, was looking at him seeming to enjoy his reaction more than Liberta's. He may love the Family with all his heart, but that doesn't stop him from being sadistic towards its members.

"A cocktail that allows one to answer with the carnal desires they were feeling at the time of the question asked," he chuckled, shoulders shaking slightly. And Liberta still hasn't stopped talking.

"As young as we are, it was more than enough to arouse us..." Liberta was venturing to a very very dangerous direction, one that they swore to forget last night. He grabbed Liberta's collar and just as his half-asleep stupid face look at him, punch him with all his might.

The blonde youth fell on the floor unconscious.

"You've rendered the sinner unconscious. I hope you're ready for your punishment as well," Jolly warned, approaching him with the glass already refilled.

"S-Stop ittt!"

Here is Nova's recollection:

"Sorry Ojou, because of us, you also have to spend the night in prison. Sorry!" Liberta said, bowing his head in apology. He was sitting in seiza style at the floor to show his sincerity.

However, the red-haired princess simply waved him off.

"It's fine, I mean, I was there by my own will so its only right that we all share the punishment together," she smiled, apparently not feeling any resentment over it.

He sighed.

"Fel, you can have the bed. It's probably not very comfortable but it beats sleeping on the floor," he told her. He looked at the blonde youth beside him but he doesn't seem to have any objections. Liberta maybe a fool, but he knows how to treat a girl.

"Then I'll take you up on that," Fel covered her mouth as she yawned, settling down at the hard stone bed. Since it was cold, she had to bend her knees a little causing her skirt to inch up higher. "Oyasumi."

"Oyasumi."

"Oyasumi."

They both answered. Silence filled the cellar, until they could hear Felicita's soft even breaths.

"Ojou must've been tired," Liberta observed in a low voice. He was looking up at the only light in the room, seemingly dazzled by the dancing fire of the candle. His voice had lost all the cheeriness it had when he was talking to Fel earlier.

"It's a given," he answered, looking at his former fiancee's face. "It was a tough battle," he glanced at Liberta. "How about you? Aren't you tired?"

"Me?" Liberta shook his head. "Not really, actually I feel a bit wired because of the battle, like I can still fight."

"How simple-minded," he accidentally let his thoughts slip out. It was just like him to be needlessly worked up though.

"What'd you sa--"

"Sshh!" In one swift motion, he jumped behind Liberta then covered his mouth with his palm. "What're you going to do if you wake Fel up?" he whispered close to his ear. However, Liberta jumped back, pressing him at the wall.

"What're you--"

And now, it was Liberta's turn to silence him, putting his palm in his mouth like he did with him, looming over him. "S-Shhmmm..." he said to his palm, throwing a glance at the sleeping girl in the cell with them.

He nodded.

They remained motionless for a few seconds, their senses heightened. For some reason, he could now smell Felicita's shampoo (or is it perfume?) that he was not aware of earlier. So is Liberta's scent actually. The hand that was covering his mouth seem to be getting warmer too.

He removed his hand covering Liberta's mouth, and signaled for him to do the same.

They sank at the floor, sitting face to face. He was still being pressed to the wall.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked at the coldest voice possible in low volume. He could not afford to lose his calm here. To his defense, Liberta looked truly regretful of what he did...in fact, he seem rather embarrassed by it. His face flaming red.

"Sorry, it's just that you surprised me..." Liberta scratched his cheek.

Surprise him?

"...suddenly whispering in my ear like that."

"W-W-Wh..." He could feel his whole face burning. Indeed the action that Liberta pointed out might've been unnecessary on his part, but he was not thinking of that at the time. All he wanted was to silence him. "That was..."

"Thanks to that, I got a little excited," Liberta grinned at him, but still embarrassed. There was a suspicious-looking bump at the front of his pants. Damn, so that was what he meant when he said excited?

"Are you a little kid?" he couldn't help asking, causing Liberta to redden even more. "Getting aroused by being whispered in the ear, and what's more by a guy."

"It can't be helped, right," the blonde answered. "Actually, that battle contributed to it mostly (and there's Ojou), I was suppressing it but then you had to go and do that."

He could not hear what he said towards the middle, but he heard what he said at the end. "So, is it my fault now?"

"I never said tha--"

"Mmm..." Felicita moaned, turning in her sleep. She was now facing the wall and her back to them.

Liberta squirmed a little in his seat.

"Hurry up and take care of it," he told him. "I don't care how, stop it or r-release it, just stop squirming like that, it's irritating me."

"Like I could do that! Ojou is here, you know," Liberta almost shouted, leaning closer to his face. "Also, you're here too."

"Fel is sleeping and I don't really care about that,"

"No way," the blonde shook his head stubbornly, then suddenly, his sea green eyes lit up like he suddenly had a revelation. He has a bad feeling about this... "It's embarrassing to do it alone, but if you do it too, then its fine,"

As expected of the contractor of "The Fool", he's full of foolish idea.

"Don't be stupid!" he protested. "First of all, this is your own problem right. Secondly, I don't feel..."

"If that's the problem, then I can help you,"

"Help you say, what...uunhhmm," a moan escaped his lips as Liberta suddenly attacked him, sucking at the spot near his collarbone. He had used his body to block him from getting off the wall, his hand pinning his wrist at the cellar floor. "S-stop it idiot," His other hand slip itself under his shirt where it inexperiencely wandered, clumsily brushing against his nipples, crawling in his stomach and finally groping the front of his pants, where a similar lump was forming.

He was hot, and getting hotter. Liberta pressed his body more to him to lean in and whisper to his ear.

"See, now there's no more problem..." He sucked gently at his earlobe. "...chickpea."

"I-Idiot..." he answered, short of breath. [Where did this guy learned to do that?]

Liberta seem to be slightly breathless too. The hand pinning his wrist had lost its grip.

He didn't know what pushed him to do what he did. Maybe it was just petty revenge, or maybe it was to show Liberta that he also has his own tricks, but he used the hand that was freed to grab his collar and pull him closer, locking their lips. The initial surprise caused the blonde to open his mouth and his tongue eagerly entered, entangling his, there was a slight heady feeling when Liberta's tongue caressed the roof of his mouth and he sucked at the intruder like there was no tomorrow. They only separated when they had to come up for air.

[Honestly, what're we doing?]

He couldn't help but asked himself as he start to unbuckle his belt and lower his pants to free his struggling member. Liberta, however, only pulled down his zipper to let out his erection. There was a superior smirk on his face as he compared their sizes. Damn idiot.

He began to rubbed his length, up and down, trying to ignore the man in front him who was doing the same. Small groans both escaped their mouths. Since they were so close, practically sitting on top of each other, the tip of their members sometimes bump to each other, and there was an exhilarating feeling from the contact every time.

"Unnhh..." he couldn't concentrate since someone else was with him. What was he supposed to think at times like this again?

Liberta also seem to be having the same problem.

"I'm worried about Ojou," the blonde said. Damn, he had completely forgotten about her, absorbed as he is. Right, what if she suddenly woke u-- "If we release it here, wouldn't she see it when she wakes up tomorrow."

He wanted to smack him. It was a completely different concern.

"Or maybe smell it," the fool continued.

True, Felicita is the last person he would want to know that he, with that idiot, m-masturbated while she was sleeping in the same cell. The shamelessness of the act and the humiliation that comes with it. But for the meantime, he should address his concerns first. The mark at the back of his neck began to glow slightly. "La Tenebrore Addormentato.."

"Sleep," he said softly, looking at the redhead's profile. It guilt him to use his powers like this but it should allow her to sleep till tomorrow morning without waking up. So that solves the problem of being seen.

Liberta seem to have arrived with his own solution. He just hope it wasn't too idiotic.

"Wh--" Without warning, the blonde suddenly stood up and then pulled his feet from under him, dragging him to the middle of the floor. He was now lying on his back. Then the blonde climbed on top of him. His erect member to his face, and then his member to his...

It was too much to hope for apparently. The idiotic solution that Liberta came upon was to put them in the position seem to be known as "69".

"This should work," the blonde said confidently.

"What makes you think I'll aahhh...hh.." His words were cut off by the warmth of his mouth as it wrapped itself on his length almost made him cum. It was the first time he felt the sensation, very different from being touched with hands. Liberta's tongue moved awkwardly, but it touched all the right places that wants to be touched.

He turned his attention at Liberta's length in front of him. The blonde doesn't want to force him to do it, and instead showed him that he was willing to do it to attain release. If that's the case, he should answer in kind.

First, he licked the tip of the head which was starting to leak with precum. Then he tried to put it all in his mouth, but it was, much to his frustration, too long so he settled with sucking it, causing the owner to groan while he was still in his mouth. The vibration from the sound almost driving him to the edge.

He began to suck rhythmically, caressing it with his tongue. He could feel Liberta's knees trembling since he was the one who was in all four. Liberta began swinging his hips down as he tried to match the timing as he suck his dick.

Faster...and faster...

Unconsciously, he had also begin to buck his hips. Faster, faster, the tongue slurping, tracing the veins along the length. Faster, faster...towards the sweet release.

"A..aa...aaahhh"

They came at the same time. The cries of bliss was lost since they were in each other's mouth, the vibration of the sound just adding more to the delicious feeling. The pulsating flesh let out a bit more before finally stopping. The bitter taste lingered on his mouth as he struggled to swallow the liquid.

Liberta crawled out from being on top of him before slumping on the floor. All energy lost.

He also couldn't find the energy to complain, or to say anything. It was the first time he had a climax as powerful as that. Still lying down on his back, he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. He could also hear Liberta zipping up his pants.

He then, turned to his side, using his left arm serving as pillow, his back to him. "This never happened," he announced. He would rather die than bear the shame if this incident ever gets out.

"...yeah" Liberta answered after a few minutes. He probably wanted to apologized, maybe he wanted to dispel the weird atmosphere that had settled between them, but he couldn't find the words to begin.

Silence filled the cellar.

"Oh yeah," Liberta suddenly spoke up. "Couldn't you have just made me sleep like you did with Ojou?" he asked. "That way, 'it' would probably be gone by morning, and we wouldn't have to do this....Haha...just saying."

"LIBERTTAAAA!!!"

"I see..." Jolly chuckled darkly, after he listened to the tale of the blue-haired youth. "So something like that happened,"

Liberta was down on the floor, and Nova had taken his place at the table holding the now empty cup of Notturno version quarto. After narrating what happened that night, the youth had succumbed to sleep.

Still, he had to hand it to those two who never thought of using Mondo's daughter to relieve themselves. It would've been the perfect opportunity too since no one else was with them. They were still naive it seems.

"For being honest with me, I'll reward you two." he said as his own Stigmata mark began to glow. With the power to forcefully bring back memories of people it was used upon, he also had the power to seal them, to be used later for his own purposes.

"Looks like it increased again," he muttered to himself as left the room, leaving the two to their own devices. "The Family's dark secrets."

Who knows, the day to used these memories might arrive soon

.Owari :)
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