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Mafioso and his goons were in the meeting room, no one knows who scheduled it but meetings do help with letting everyone plan and revamp some parts of their strategy.

Contractee—the youngest out of all of them—speaks, officially starts the meeting. “Many people haven’t been paying their debts lately, specifically, the girl with the brown hair and a brown hat with white features, the guy with a black fedora and greyish skin in a black suit, and the man—despite being a multimillionaire because of his successful business of a pizza place, still has yet to pay.”

Consigliere adds more to Contractee. “Yes, Their names are Nashatra, Chance, and Mr. Builder, no?” He faces Mafioso—their boss—in hopes he’ll confirm if what he said was right.

He silently nods, Consigliere letting out a sigh of relief since his memory hasn’t been the best lately. Contractee smiles at him, remembering when he went to the wrong house with all confidence saying he knows this is the one in debt. Oh the poor man being intimidated by both of them in front of his doorstep. (They apologized after that, Consigliere being scolded afterwards by Soldier)

Speaking of which, Soldier speaks as Caporegime brings out a small notepad and pen from his inside pocket to make notes. “It seems we have 5 new people on our target list, let's confront some of them later tonight, others or tomorrow.”

“Most likely we’ll form Two pairs to confront Two people. Boss is quite not in the mood right now so I think we should let him rest for a while.” Added Caporegime, everyone else in the table nods in agreement. Boss didn’t have any rest for the past few weeks.

As they planned, Mafioso is proud of their cooperation and intelligence. Contractee loves being the joyful one in conversations, although during meetings, he’s very serious. Consigliere is one of the newer ones, he catches up easily with things, but in return, his memory isn't exactly the greatest. 

Soldier and Caporegime are the oldest members here, and they still work as how he saw them back in their early years. Soldier is the quick thinker when things don't go as planned, as if he has a secret plan B made from scratch. Caporegime is an observant one, spotting small details in tone or statements and pointing out lies people try to make.

He does share some ideas that could help a lot with some of their plans. But he couldn’t help but think of delivering some Pizza, usually, he’d think about making Cake with Eunoia, but he wouldn’t mind trying something a little different once in a while.

As the meeting feels like it's about to end, it goes back to Contractee, asking Mafioso. “Do you have any ideas, Boss? Or maybe planning to ask one of us to drop you off somewhere as we do the work?”

Mafioso replies with a simple response. “I’m alright, no need to worry about much. Thank you for asking.”

…

The meeting officially ends, leaving Mafioso the last one in the room. His stomach is slightly growling now, so why not deliver the pizza now? He dials the number to order from Builder Brother’s Pizza, and it reaches.

“Hello! Thank you for calling Builder Brother’s Pizza, this is Elliot, how can I help you?”

Elliot, he’s heard of the name before. He’s the son of Mr. Builder, thinking about the man irritates him a little. Although Elliot’s voice on the phone slightly snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sorry for taking a while to respond. May I order 1 Pepperoni pizza?

“Alright, thank you! Do you want to pay it online or in person?”

“In person.”

Elliot then asks for the address, which Mafioso does give. The call ends with Elliot thanking him for ordering from Builder Brother’s Pizza.

Elliot had just returned from delivering pizza to an organization, a group of agents. a man with a burger hat with a small noob head on top, reminds him of 007n7, a man with blue hair, a person with grey skin, a black fedora, clockwork shades, and headphones, a man with grey skin, similar shade to the other guy, with a construction worker cap. 

Then there was their boss, whom he bumped into while going out. They were the same height as him, dark blue messy hair, their smile was manic and their eyes looked like they could kill him right now if they had the nerves. He got out of there immediately.

Returning, he receives another call and decides to take the job. And realizes he’s delivering pizza to the MAFIA.

He boots up his motorcycle with anxiety and nervousness, he really is going to a Mafia base…

…

He arrives after a while, entering the building with caution. There is a board of wanted posters, and a separate board for… something he can't read.

He’s face to face with 2 people in suits, their sleeves are rolled up. One had a white top hat, and the other looked similar to the other guy he saw back there, black headphones and a black hat.

“Do you need help…” The guy with the headphones looked at Elliot’s name tag. “...Elliot? Nice name, looks pretty too… ” He mumbled the last part under his breath. Although Elliot heard the compliment and blushed a little, he never usually gets compliments, and it specifically from a member of the Mafia!

Speaking of which, he did need to deliver pizza to someone named “Don Sonnelio”... why not ask them how to find him?

“Ah, yeah. I'm here to deliver pizza to… a Don Sonnelio?" 

The two froze and looked at each other. “Why didn’t he tell us he was hungry?!—” Contractee panicked a little, before Consigliere calmed him down. “It’s alright Contractee, boss could be coming down any moment—”

“Sorry to cause a bit of trouble,” Mafioso’s voice heard from afar, he approaches the pair first to give pats on their backs before going to Elliot. “I’m Mafioso, the one who ordered. These two are Contractee and Consigliere.” The duo once was panicking, now back to normal, waving at Elliot with welcoming smiles.

“May I ask if you’re alright to talk with me alone though? I have things I want to ask.”

Elliot was slightly panicking, finally remembering he’s face to face with a mafia boss. “Sure…I don't mind.” He responds.

“...follow me.”

Caporegime can't find the pen he used earlier to write notes during the meeting, he goes back to the meeting room noticing that the light are still on, he still inspects the room either way. Checking the shelves, cabinets, under said cabinets, and then finally under the table where he hears the door opening.

Mafioso lets Elliot in the room first, following after. He closes and locks the door behind him. “Have a seat, I want to discuss about your father.” 

Elliot pushes one of the chairs back, taking his seat. He asks him. “What about my father—how do you know him?” “Your second question aside, he has 15 million unpaid debt, and still has the nerves to excuse himself by saying ‘I don't have that type of money’ turning into ‘I’ll pay later’.” This goes on for about a few more minutes or so, Mafioso mostly points out the debt Elliot’s father has still yet to owe him.

“I’m meeting him later this evening. If he excuses himself, I might as well just take action myself. Taking something he cares for.” Mafioso looked at Elliot, now shaking in nervousness and anxiety. “His children.” Elliot’s whole expression changed, nervousness to fear, anxiety to anger. 

“Don’t—Please. You can hurt me but not my sister.”

Silence falls on the room after those words.

Caporegime is trying his best to stay silent, hidden, he’s still under the table and he can't get out until this whole thing ends. Although he did find his pen, but he decides not to pick it up for now, as it’ll make sound.

Silence is broken by the sound of Mafioso’s chuckling.

Mafioso chuckles at Elliot’s response, next thing he knows is that he's pinned to the wall, being towered over by the taller man. But the distance between them was easy to close. 

…So they closed it. A kiss so tender but rough. Mafioso puts dominance in Elliot’s mouth, biting the other man’s lip to form a gasp from him to slide his tongue in. 

The feeling felt weird to Elliot, but it was better than putting his sister—Mia—in any danger. He was lifted up a little, just high enough where he could wrap his legs around the other’s waist.

Muffled moans were quickly spread around the room. Mafioso pulls up Elliot’s shirt, exposing the other man’s average build. He moves his hand to his nipples and teases it, earning a good moan from the man.

They pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. Elliot’s face looks hazy and flushed. Drool formed at the corner of his mouth. “A single kiss and some nipple-play already made you into this?” “I…I hate to admit it…”

Elliot was making out with a mafia boss right now, all because of his dad not wanting to pay said debts this man was talking about. Mafioso’s lips brushed over the other’s neck, finding out it's awfully sensitive, as the man softly moans and clings more to him. He wants to tease more, but the cloth is quite annoying.

“H-huh—what are you—” He unbuttoned Elliot’s uniform, leaving him only with his black undershirt that he wears beneath, giving him at least a bit more space to leave…marks on.

He bit down rough—almost deep into the other’s skin. “HAAa~ mmh~” Elliot bites on his lip, hoping to suppress moans. But it fails, horribly. Another bite after another, he pants after each bite, but always letting out a groan when Mafioso licks the bite before going on to another clean spot.

Caporegime is just… listening to all of this, he’s forced to, sadly. Soldier must be wondering where he is by now, he’s supposed to go out with him to confront some people with high debt, not listening to the moans of a Pizza delivery guy because of his boss giving hickeys.

Come to think of it, he’d hear similar things in Consigliere’s office…

As soon as Mafioso is done with leaving what looks like painful love bites, he walks over to the meeting table and allows Elliot to stand.

He takes off his trench coat and blazer, and then he helps Elliot take off his pants. “Are you sure you want to keep the black undershirt?” He asked nicely, holding the shirt by its hem.

“Y-yeah…I guess so…” Elliot replied. And so, Mafioso lets go of the hem and continues pulling down Elliot’s pants, leaving him with his boxers to deal with. Mafioso continues on undressing himself too.

Elliot sits on the meeting table, only to be brought back down and turned around to face the opposite way of where he was originally looking. In other words, turn him so that his back is facing Mafioso. He feels his undergarments being pulled down, along with feeling something big up his ass shortly after tha—

“AAAa-a-ah~ f-fuck…~” 

Elliot let out a loud moan, loud enough that Mafi could hear it echo. Good thing this room was soundproof… That aside. Elliot was so fucking warm and tight inside, it was clinging to his cock at this point, it felt so good to be inside him. 

Mafioso starts thrusting slowly, allowing Elliot to get used to the size. He grabs both sides of his hips and lifts him up, so that the other can align with him. “Mmh…~ more please…~” He said, before his speech went back to moans. 

He went faster, before it turned into a speed where Elliot would be addicted to. Elliot’s arms can barely hold him up at this point, he slowly folds his arms and descends to rest his head.

…

Ring ring ring!

Elliot’s phone was ringing.

Caporegime’s phone was ringing, he was lucky enough for both phones to ring at the same time. Soldier was trying to call him, it seems, but he has to ignore it.

In return, he texts Soldier about his situation right now.

“hey, I'm in the meeting room rn but Boss is having his…fun time with a pizza delivery guy.”

“im under the meeting table, I still wonder how they haven’t seen me yet”

“So you’re in a similar situation as me.”

“wdym by that”

“Contractee and Consigliere are finally realizing they have feelings for each other"
"I was starting to get sick of one telling me things the other"
"They said something to each other at some point, but it was whispered."

“does this mean they finished early? darn it we can't even start bcz of our own situations.”

“how did you even get into the room anyways”

“I was trying to look for a book to pass time cause i couldn’t find you”

“For some reason Consigliere has a ton of books in his office so I decided to check there.”

"I'm reading a finance book that I found in one of the shelves here”

"I actually like it, it helps me a lot."

“I heard the door open but I didn't mind on checking on it”

“Then I heard Contractee go into the room first”

“I believe Consigliere came after”

“They started flirting with each other… Then the weird noises started.”

“shit, hold on, i don't think i can chat any longer”

Caporegime closes his phone as he lays down once more, but he does listen in to the call.

Elliot’s dad was calling—Mr. Builder. Mafioso takes the phone and answers it. First thing he does is put the phone on speaker mode.

“Elliot dear, where are you? It’s been 30 minutes since you drove off to deliver!”

“Sorry, Elliot’s busy.”

“You…! I recognize that voice!”

“Hm, of course you do, Mr. Builder.”
“What are you doing with my son?!”
“Let's say… if you don’t pay your debts until tomorrow, he’s mine.”
“Say hi to your father, will ya?”
“..."
Elliot uses one hand to get up, then uses the other to hold his phone.
“ H-hey… can I request to end my shift early…? ”

“Th-thanks…”
He didn’t even wait for a response before ending the call.

…

Then they continue. Elliot being a little louder than earlier, he arches his back, the meeting table shaking more aggressively than before. As for Mafioso’s side, he goes faster, while pulling on Elliot’s ponytail, the man’s golden locks soft and smooth.

Elliot cums first unannounced, the white liquid staining his black undershirt and table, before immediately getting hard again. Tears of pleasure fall from the corner of his eyes, as Mafioso flips around, now facing Elliot to see his expressions. He tried covering his face at first, but that's exactly what Mafioso needed for him to do. He frees one of his hands and pins Elliot’s wrists to the table, one hand is still holding his hips.

“H-Ha- ah~ ngh~ oh my- god t-this feels so…good- AAahH~ ”

Mafioso hits the good spot and groans, he lets go of the other’s hips and lifts up a leg and rests it on his shoulder. Mafioso was finally nearing his own climax, after a few deep thrusts, he got the spot and cums deep inside Elliot. Elliot moans loudly, but the rest gets cut off to Mafioso pulling him in for a kiss, muffling the sound entirely.

As Elliot collapses on the table, Mafioso pulls out. Semen come flowing out of the man’s anus, he whimpers at the sudden emptiness inside him. He wants more, doesn’t want to stop, but he remembers he needs to work tomorrow, so he sadly accepts the truth.

“Here’s your payment for the pizza, I honestly forgot about that, sorry.” Mafioso gives exact payment to Elliot, but he pushes the hand away. “You…don’t really need to pay for the pizza anymore…” His voice raspy, tired from all the moaning, hell—his voice sounds more high pitched. “No, no—just take the payment.” Mafioso then tries convincing Elliot to just take the money. After a few minutes, Elliot just accepts it and puts it in his…pocket?

They only now remembered they were half naked. When Elliot got down from the table to get his clothes, he nearly tripped due to his legs being sore in the aftermath of the whole thing. Mafioso helped Elliot pick up his clothes and dress him up. He slowly got dressed up after that.

They both leave the room after that, Mafioso carrying Elliot bridal style. They see Contractee being piggybacked by Consigliere as they exit the office room they were in, having equally flushed faces and messed up clothing. Not like Mafioso and Elliot were the same. They go down the elevator silently.

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“Finally someone wasn’t as stubborn, some of these guys just have dementia after all…” Contractee enters the building with Consigliere, still a little pissy after some of the people. They hold their wooden plank with a dangerously sharp nail on one end of the plank on their back, clenching on it, expressing frustration in the grip as his nails almost dig into the wood.

Consigliere notices this, he lets go of the sword handle and puts a hand on the shorter man’s back. “Do you want to go to my office? There's a ton of books there that I think you may like.” He calmly asked him, the two had nothing to do to pass the time anyway. “I’m fine, I’d probably rather listen to random family gossip.”

…

“You’re coming anyways.”
“Hey!—”

Consigliere drags Contractee to the elevator, pressing the button to the 45th floor. Contractee did enjoy spending time with Consigliere, he just doesn’t like reading since he doesn’t have the time. Consigliere is still sort of dragging the man to his office.

A few minutes before, Soldier entered the room to go read books to pass time while waiting for Caporegime. For some reason, the door to the meeting room is locked, and by now he would’ve gotten a text from Caporegime apologizing for whatever he was doing that caused him to be late to another thing.

He chooses books from the finance section…

” ”Financial Intelligence for Entrepreneurs” by Karen Berman and Joe Knight …ooh that sounds nice.” He takes it out of the shelf and goes to the other side of the room to read, for some reason it has better room temperature in there.

He hears the door open, but since he already settled into his spot, he doesn’t bother standing up. He starts reading…

Contractee goes in first, leaving his plank by the door, then looking around the whole room before walking forward. Consigliere follows afterwards. “Your office is so big…although half of the whole space is just bookshelves.” Contractee slowly walks before almost bumping into a table, letting out a quiet oops before backing up a little, now being a little more considerate about his surroundings.

“Yep.” Consigliere walks over to his desk and pushes back the office chair to sit down. He gets a book that he left on the left side of his table and opens the book on the page where he left off.

“Whatcha readin’?” He walks over to him, and sits down on his table. “ “Ignite me” ...someone recommended that I read this,” While Consigliere talks about the book, Contractee sits on his desk. “this is the 3rd book of the whole series actually, got me invested quite a bit—” The man looked up at him, frowning a bit. “Please sit somewhere else.”

“Fine…” Contractee gets off the table then moves to Consigliere’s side, sitting on his thigh. “No—not there man…you’re heavy…” “Can you bookmark that for a sec?” Consigliere just sighs and bookmarks the page he’s on.

Contractee swiftly positions himself to comfortably sit on Consigliere’s lap, he hastily takes off his tie and throws it on the desk. “Wh-what are you doing…” Consigliere was sort of blushing already, his voice a little shaky. But it didn’t stop Contractee from whatever he was about to do; he unbuttoned 2 buttons from his placket, just enough to show his collarbone.

He took off the other’s white top hat, then followed suit with his own headphones and hat.

Consigliere’s head felt light, his heart was racing— the sight of the other’s collarbone driving his mind nuts. Their surroundings started to blur, until Contractee brought his face to his collarbone.

It was hard to think straight, his lips already touching the man’s skin. He felt the need to give it attention, sucking it, kissing it, biting it, letting people know Contractee is his—

“...Alright! Teasing’s over.” Contractee pulls Consigliere away from him, leaving Consigliere out flushed. “I should probably get off your lap—”

Consigliere suddenly stands up, startling Contractee. He instinctively wraps his legs around the other’s waist, arms locked around his neck, he was practically clinging onto him.

Contractee was so focused on not falling on to the ground, the only time he was brought out of his thoughts was when he was pinned to the wall by Consigliere’s body.

…

“Oh my god he’s hard.” “Woah wait, I—” Contractee gets cut off by Consigliere, as he suddenly closes the distance between the both of them. Contractee feels relaxed and leans in, kissing back.

He melts into the kiss, pulling on Consigliere’s tie to close in the other spaces. The other man bites on his lower lips, making him gasp, allowing for him to slide his tongue in. He wants to be closer to Consigliere, physically and emotionally. He loves him. Contractee shows the desire that he’s been holding for a few years, wanting to pour everything into this single moment they’re having together.

Consigliere slowly unbuttons the other’s clothing with his free hand, starting off with his vest, then to his shirt. The action is interrupted by Contractee pulling away from the kiss, gasping for air. 

Consigliere starts biting on his neck, tilting Contractee’s head a little to have a more accessible space for leaving subtle marks and small bruises. 

Then, he transitions down to his neck to bite on it. He doesn’t go far enough that there are a ton of visible marks are pretty much everywhere on Contractee’s neck. Bites playful, moving over to his collarbone from time to time to kiss.

Consigliere remembers about the leftover buttons he wasn’t able to unbutton earlier, so he does that. Once Contractee’s chest has been exposed, he can't help but notice scars under his pectoral muscles. He uses his free hand to gently touch them, before Contractee notices what Consigliere is doing and gently pushes his hand away.

They made eye contact for a while, but it felt awkward, as Contractee covered his chest and also stood up. None of them were talking, which made everything even more awkward.

Until Contractee spoke, breaking the silence. “Can…Can you not tell this to the others?” He looks away from Consigliere, eyes focusing on the floor. Thoughts cloud his mind immediately. “Why did I stop this…” “Is he mad?” “We were just getting to the good part …” He starts to tear up a little.

Consigliere puts a hand on Contractee’s shoulder, finally grabbing his attention again. He kisses them once more, wiping their tears. “Hey, no worries, we can continue. You’re still you and that's all that matters.”

“...Thank you.” He smiles, before they both start where they left off. Contractee takes off his pants, revealing black laced panties, taking them off shortly after.

He gets carried up again, legs around the other man’s waist. He gets supported with one arm, the other nearing his folds. Rubbing soft circles, already making the man beneath him whimper and groan.

“...ngh..hah…~” His breathing became hot and uneven, the air around them suddenly becoming thinner each second. Then, he felt two fingers entering inside him.

Contractee shivers, softly moaning. He clings more to Consigliere, biting his shoulder to muffle moans. “First time?” Consigliere asked, Contractee slightly nodding in response. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to be gentle.” He slowly moves his fingers in a circular and fluid motion.

He moans under the touch, shivering. Consigliere pulls out, a string of body fluid connecting his fingers to the other’s entrance, letting Contractee breathe properly for a while. In the meantime, he unzips his pants and takes them off alongside his undergarments. When Contractee lays down his forehead on the other’s shoulder to rest his head, he looks down, seeing Consigliere’s cock. Just looking at it was making him blush, sweat, and feeling tingly inside. Probably guessing that it's as big as his hand at best. 

As Consigliere was trying to align himself with the other’s folds, he notices how Contractee is nervous about this. “Just tell me if it hurts, then I’ll stop for a while.” He thrusts his hips forward, half the length going inside.

“HA-ah- agh…~” Contractee’s body shivers, the overstimulation clouding his mind. Despite this, he takes on the full length himself. He grabs Consigliere’s hand to hold it, he doesn’t want to let go, he doesn’t want to let this moment go to waste.

“...I’ll move now.” Consigliere slowly moves back and forth, allowing the man under him to adjust to the size. He speeds up from time to time, he knows when to slow down when he needs to.

They make eye contact with each other, faces so close to another that they could just kiss right on the spot. His grip on the other’s hand tightens, now starting to speed up. Contractee is brought to a state of bliss, lost in pleasure, his hips starting to move on their own.

Soldier just dealt with the whole thing, he was pretty much sure he wouldn't get bugged by them anymore now that they shared their feelings.

But hearing about Contractee coming out about something told him he shouldn’t listen in, that’d be disrespectful.

But seriously, having sex on a tuesday—the busiest day for basically everyone that's working shit like this? It's surprising enough, but at least this was done when almost everyone already left to go home, pretty much after work hours. He thinks of Caporegime again, starting to get bothered on where he is because he’s almost finished with this book.

He thinks about calling him, so he does that. He lowers the volume to be sure that the ringtone isn’t heard—

“Call Canceled.”

“…Huh.” He says to himself, Caporegime is busy but didn’t send a text about it for some reason. So he goes to try and text him.

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Typing…

Where are you?|

Partner 🕶️is typing…

“hey, I'm in the meeting room rn but Boss is having his…fun time with a pizza delivery guy.” 

“im under the meeting table, I still wonder how they haven’t seen me yet” 

“…fast texter.” He mutters to himself

Wh| (Deleting)

Typing…

“So you’re in a similar situation as me.” 

Partner 🕶️is typing…

“wdym by that” 

…

“Contractee and Consigliere are finally realizing they have feelings for each other"
"I was starting to get sick of one telling me things the other"
"They said something to each other at some point, but it was whispered."

 Partner 🕶️is typing…

“does this mean they finished early? darn it we can't even start bcz of our own situations.” 

“how did you even get into the room anyways” 

 
…

“I was trying to look for a book to pass time cause i couldn’t find you”

“For some reason Consigliere has a ton of books in his office so I decided to check there.”

"I'm reading a finance book that I found in one of the shelves here”

"I actually like it, it helps me a lot."

“I heard the door open but I didn't mind on checking on it” 

“Then I heard Contractee go into the room first” 

“I believe Consigliere came after” 

“They started flirting with each other… Then the weird noises started.” 

Partner 🕶️is typing…

“shit, hold on, i don't think i can chat any longer”

Caporegime goes offline shortly after that message. At least now they both know where they both are.

He goes back to reading…

…

Contractee lays down on two beanbags, napping peacefully. At least that's what you see, he’s passed out, tired, drained.

Consigliere rests for a while, before standing up from his chair to go get tissues. He’s sure there's some tissues in his room—

“I’ll help.”

Soldier comes out from the corner, holding a box of tissues. “Wh- I didn’t see you come in, how long have you been here?” Consigliere was shocked at the sudden appearance of another person, especially when his area is… in need of cleaning.

“None of your business, people come here to borrow books from ya. Ya don't want ‘em to see this, right? I’ll do it for you ‘cause I can tell you’re tired from moving back n’ forth.” “…You’re annoying, but fine.”

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Hello everyone I might have to discontinue this fic, so there is NO aftermath of all of this.

I haven't had the motivation to continue this fanfic, and with the recent drama with the person who gave me the idea to start this—I unfortunately need to have this fic discontinued.

I never really liked pizzadebt THAT much, it really was just my friend with this idea 😭

While writing this, I developed an emotional attachment with Contractee :3 SO THERE MIGHT BE MORE FICS OF WOODENSWORD OR THE MINIONS WHEN I GOT THE TIME!!!

I say the mafiaso minions need more recognition !!!

The tags that were meant for the said chapter I was writing will be deleted soon, and Chapter 2 tags might be added

Wishersai out ✌️