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Drink in hand, Romeo paused outside the circular, oak door which led to Danny's private office in Infierno. Hiding in plain sight, or whatever the fuck the Santos thought they were doing. Probably trying to look cool and mysterious. The door and the secret entrance reminded Romeo of the old spy shows on tv in the 60's. Only this one wasn't so secret, or sanitary, considering how many couples had fucked around or been caught fucking around in there.
Carefully, he poured a few drops of the potent vial into Danny's drink, slipping the drug back into his pocket before knocking to get Danny's attention.
"Come in!"
Romeo swaggered into the small, burnished room, smirking the smirk which he knew pissed off most of the Santos family. They never had a genuine smile or laugh, never happy about anything. You got all this money and power, and you're just a bitter buncha prunes? What the fuck is that?
Danny locked eyes with Romeo for a moment, a white-hot flicker of intensity behind his frosty stone face. Placing the glass of beer on the desk, Romeo only smiled wider, flicking his tongue over his mouth, rubbing his flat belly.
"I got anything else you want?"
The only response was a cruel twisting of the lips.
"Go home. I'll lock up."
What Romeo wanted to shove between those lips...
Clearing his thoughts, he returned to the main room. While getting out his video camera, he glanced around the bar, the walls, the tables and chairs. So fucking ugly. If - when - he was in charge, he was hiring real decorators, not some stugatz asshole who ripped off Chinese resturants.
5 minutes went by. 5 more minutes. OK, that had to be enough. Camera in hand, Romeo stuck his head inside the door.
"Yep, Danny's in dreamland."
Head bent over his neck, his arms were slumped against the sides of the chair, legs spread. As Romeo pulled the chair away from the desk, he noticed how snugly the black trousers fit Danny's thighs, and licked his lips again. Time to get down to business.
The knockout drops were to neutralize Danny, not kill him. Romeo liked the idea of Danny in an alley, face forever frozen in terror, but he didn't want the responsibility or the hassle of murdering Danny. Instead, he'd have blackmail material to keep Danny in line. Dirty pictures that'd make saintly Mrs. Danny Santos, AKA Michelle "town heroine" Bauer file for divorce if she ever got a glimpse at them.
Setting the camera down, Romeo went to work on stripping the hot, reluctant mob boss naked. First the silk black shirt, revealing another layer of pale, firm flesh button by button. The skin was smooth, not even a hint of chest stubble. Perfect to match his baby face, boyish in spite of the square jaw and dark black eyes. Romeo took the small nipples in his small mouth one at a time, sucking and biting his way to erect nubs.
Yanking the shirt off, his next stop was the shoes and socks. Lifting Danny's right foot, he took a whiff, smelling a mostly clean scent. In spite of himself, he swiped the sole with his skilled tongue. Danny squirmed in his sleep, obscenely rubbing his bulge. Good. Knowing pleasure spots was important.
The bulge sang to Romeo, and he eagerly unlooped Danny's leather belt, yanked the trousers off his thighs. Toned, taut thighs, graced with dewy, light brown hair. Leading up to black boxers - silk, of course. Romeo peeled them off, the bulge in his own pants leaking through the material. He rubbed himself absent-mindedly as he gasped at Tony's long, thin, perfect 8 inches, chubby against his thigh. Tight balls on Danny, tight and hairless. His pubes were...
"Shit. No pubes."
Romeo chuckled to himself. Imagine explaining to the Godfather that you shave your dick clean?
"Oh man, this is classic."
Rubbing his hands together, Romeo wiped a shit-eating grin across his face. Curiosity overtaking him, he leaned forward, inhaling the soapy, manly scent before taking the head of Danny's penis in his mouth. Danny whimpered, turning and hardening. Removing his mouth, he scraped his thumbnail against the bell end and Danny progressed to a moan.
Tearing himself away, Romeo flipped Danny over, the slumbering man's precum staining the leather chair. Such a firm, compact ass, and dimpled. Grabbing his camera, Romeo turned the device on, recording Danny's admirable cheeks, then spreading them to film his puckering rosebud. Next he...
"My goodness, Springfield is now the blue film capital of the world."
Romeo jerked around, the majestic, princely face of Edmund Winslow grinning at him, blinding him with a mouth full of pearls.
"E-Edmu...what the..."
The door closed behind Edmund as he walked inside, shrugging off his dark brown jacket and undoing his tie.
"You young men are so ill-bred these days. You do not ask any question, except, 'what do I do to make Edmund stay silent?' And that, my beautiful boy, is a very important question indeed."