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General RP One Debt Paid, and Another Debt Made (CoffeAndBlanket)

Az looks away, chewing on his lip. He nestles into Dominic's warmth, mumbling, "I'm hungry and thirsty."
 
He smiles as Az nestles into Dominic. "Well let's get you some food then," He said softly before sitting up and rubbing Az's side gently. "Do you want to come? Or do you want to stay here and have me or the chef bring something up?" He asked.
 
Az looks at him, relaxing under his touch. "I wanna stay here. . . It's whatever you want. . ." He mumbles.
 
He nodded a bit before reaching over and grabbing his phone. He texted the chef and asked if she would bring up some sandwiches and water and leave them outside the door. After doing so, he put his phone back before turning over and pulling Az close before pulling the blanket over both of them.
 
Az rolls over slightly, facing him. He swallows, staring at the other's chest, lightly pressing his hand against it. "Thank you."
 
"You're welcome," He said before opening an eye as he felt Az turn around. He blushed a bit as he felt Az's hand pressing lightly on his chest, but he didn't say anything, nor did he move.
 
Dominic raises a brow, "You, what?" He asks as Az trailed off. He opened an eye and looked at him, studying his expression and his features. Oh, his face, it was perfect. Dominic loved everything about it.
 
Az looks away, shifting his hips slightly. "I- we met yesterday. . .hell, you kidnapped me- and- I-. . . Isn't acting just like my father said I am? Just a pretty boy whore? He probably don't say that to your face but. . ." He looks at him an then away again.

"It's just sex, right?" He mumbles.
 
Dominic opens his eyes and looks back at Az, watching as Az turned to face him before looking away. He sat up and looked down at Az. “Depends,” He said softly, his hand still on Az’s side. “Depends if we have feeling for each other, or not,” He said before continuing. “So I’ll ask, do we both have feelings for each other?” He asked, looking down at Az.
 
Az looks at him again, shrugging. "I don't even really know you." He murmurs.

"I know nothing about you. Nothing at all." He shakes his head, staying on us ide and propping himself on his elbow. "I. . ."

He chews on his lip.
 
He nods a bit, “That’s fair,” He said softly, “I don’t know anything about you either,” He said before Az trailed off. “You, what?” He asked, glancing down at him.
 
He shakes his head, "I just. . ." He sighs and closes his eyes.

"What do you do? How do you make so much money? You already know I'm a poor bastard with naught a penny to my name."
 
He frowns before lying down again. “It’s… it’s complicated,” He said before turning to Az. “My family owns lots of casinos, bars, and clubs. My dad passed it down to me,” He said, not specifying what he was.
 
Az stares at him, his brow bunching slightly with confusion. "Oh. . . But. . . Why would you need to. . . To kidnap me if you make so much money? Why worry about my father's debt? 5000 is nothing to what is in this room alone."
 
“Because, it’s still debt. Everyone’s debt adds up. Your father has 5000, while another could have 20,000,” He says. “I also have workers I have to pay, and… competitors as well,” He says with a small nod.
 
He looks at him, "But why kidnap me for the debt?" He murmurs.

"Why not find some other way to get him to pay it? Dominic, who are you?" He asks.
 
“How else would we get him to pay it? Now I realize that he’ll probably never pay it,” He groaned before going silent when he asked who he was. He sat up, “Get dressed, I want to show you something,” He said before getting up and pulling on his clothes.
 
Az frowns, sitting up fully and wincing slightly. He slowly crawls across the bed, geting off and grabbing his clothes, dressing. "Dominic. . ." He mumbles.
 
He turns to look at Az, “Is something wrong?” He asked, looking at him as he pulled on his shirt.
 
He shaks his head, his gaze bleary, "No. . . Just sleepy. . ." He moves closer to dominic, missing his warmth.
 
He nodded a bit, “Well after I show you this, we can lay back down and go to sleep,” He said with a small smile as he opens the door and steps out into the hall.
 
He nods a bit and walks down to his office before holding open the door for Az. Inside he could see portraits of Dominic's father, and grandfather. Both wore the same black suit. Under the portraits, he could see the names Carlo Martell, and Clyde Martell. Both were well known mafia bosses from the past. "I can assume that you know what I do now?" He asked.
 
Az takes a step back, turning to face Dominic, his eyes wide. "I- You-" he stares, swallowing.

He hesitates for a moment, looking away, chewing on his lip. "You. . ." He whispers, his mind trying desperately to grasp the information
 
Dominic nods a bit, giving Az time to process. "I am a Mafia boss," He said softly, watching Az's body language.
 
Az look at Dominic, staring at him, His mind whirling. He had just let this man, a man who was responsible for so many lives, fuck his brains out.

He looks at Dominic, silent for a long moment, and then he leans back against the wall, "Fuck. . ." He whispers
 
Dominic nodded a bit, "I guess that isn't the best news to receive right after sex, I apologize," He said, his arms crossed as he watched Az.
 
Az looks at him, "That's an understatement." He mutters.

He run his hand through his hair an then turns away, "I'm going to bed." He whispers, walking towards the door.
 
He nods a bit and watches as Az leaves and goes to his room. He waits for a minute before going to his own room. He sees the tray of food that Az had requested and takes it over to Az's room. He sets it down and knocks on the door before going back to his room.
 
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