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It should be noted that Crimson tended to be a lot more hands-on when it came to his work compared to most mob bosses. He never acted like he was above his subordinates when it came to a kill. It didn't matter if the individual was another mob boss or a low-level criminal who crossed a line. He loved the thrill of the kill, and that much was made clear to his men when he insisted that he come even on tasks that most with his status wouldn't attend. It was that kind of behavior that amassed him a lot of respect with his men.
It shouldn't come as a shock when these instances are taken into account that Crimson involved himself in a turf war in a direct sense. He chose to be an active participant when it came to this war, and despite the risks that his actions posed to himself, he stood next to his men. He survived, and his team won with minor casualties on their side. It was the kind of turnout that had Crimson in a better mood than usual, or at least that was until the incident occurred at the end of the battle. It could have been worse.
Alessio had been at Crimson's side the entire time, but towards the end he ran into an issue that almost ended in him being shot. He had been in the middle of a weapon reload when he came under fire. Crimson had shoved him down and handled it himself. It was beautiful to witness and had several of their men amazed. It was over, and Crimson wanted to celebrate. Alessio, on the other hand, looked less than thrilled about the situation. He rose to his feet and dusted himself off as he watched his boss have his moment. He saved him. He deserved to have a moment to celebrate his win.
“I think that's the last of them. I want that collar mounted on the wall next to the stairs.” Crimson instructed as he kicked the corpse to ensure it was dead, unable to hide his smile as he moved on from it. “I think some drinks are in order. It's time to celebrate.”
“Boss..” Alessio muttered as he tried to collect himself, not missing how the man continued to walk around as he focused on his celebration ideas. “Crim.. Wait—”
“I think we should order sushi too. I mean for the two of us.” Crimson interrupted as he continued his ramble, not seeming to care about anything other than his celebration. “Ale, call that sushi restaurant downtown—”
However, before Crimson could finish his sentence, Alessio forced Crimson down. It was an action that Alessio did not seem to care much for, as more than a few of his men were around and could see them. He knew that Alessio must have been appreciative of the fact that he saved him, but this was a bit much for him. He could show him how appreciative he was once the two of them were home and were somewhere alone. He didn't want an audience. He didn't want his men to know what went on behind closed doors. He didn't want them to even think about it. He would have to have them killed.
“Alessio, we talked about this not in front of the men. I know that I'm hard to resist and that you want to thank me for earlier, but keep it in your pants until we're somewhere alone.” Crimson scolded as he forced himself to sit up, not missing the unamused look he was handed before the shark started to unbutton his shirt. “Oh.. that can't be good.”
It took Crimson more time than it should have to notice that he had been shot and that his blood had started to soak through his shirt. It must have been the adrenaline because he didn't feel it at all. Alessio didn't call him out on his claims and instead dealt with the wound for him. It was times such as this that Crimson was reminded of the reason Alessio was his right-hand man and has been since the start. He almost did wish that he wanted him like he had assumed because the whole getting a bullet in the chest issue kind of ruined his solo celebration. He would have Alessio make it up to him later.
“There.. That should do it.” Alessio whispered as he finished taking care of the wound, unable to miss the irritated look the other man held. “Thank you for saving me. I'll show you how thankful I am later.”
“You better because this whole situation ruined the celebration.” Crimson responded as he started to move to his feet, watching the shark as he held him close to him. “You better be happy that you're hard to replace.”
“Of course, sir.” Alessio responded as he assisted the other man towards the car, not missing how uncomfortable he seemed as the adrenaline started to wear off. “I'll order your favorite from the restaurant downtown and have it delivered. I trust that you'll want the extra shark sauce?”
“Order as much of it as you can.” Crimson instructed as he held onto the shark’s arm, doing his best to focus his attention on the conversation instead of the pain in his chest. “I love that sauce.”
It should be noted that Alessio never claimed to be the perfect man out there, and this was more true than he would have liked it to be when it came to Crimson and the desires he held for him. He took what he wanted. He took what he could not have. He knew Crimson didn't want others to know due to the issues he carried with the internalized homophobia, but in the end none of that mattered. Alessio made sure there was no one around to see, and then he kissed Crimson. It was a small moment between them, but it was a taste of what was to come behind closed doors.