[C] Lunch

It was rare now that the twins were free on the same day, with Luka's busy social and love life and Cina's demanding job, so when they were free, they made the most out of it.

Today they had decided to go out for lunch, Cina's treat as Cina was the one with the solid income. Luka still lived at home and lived off gig money.

The two split at the door, Luka padding off in search of a table for them, while Cina whisked towards the bar to order the first round. He slid between the closely set tables between him and the bar. At one point his sure footing faltered when one foot caught on the strap of a bag. He stumbled, hip catching someones shoulder.

Wide green eyes flitted over the couple he'd disturbed when he caught himself, lingering for half a second more on the guy he'd nudged. "Sorry about that," he apologised quietly, then was on his way again before any bad luc could catch him and shit on the situation.

A couple minutes later, on his way back past the table, Cina licked at the dribble of cider that had slid over the edge of one of the pint glasses in his hand. His tongue swiped over the cool glass in one long stroke, then he took a sip.

That, he decided, was Luka's glass.

Even though the Bottega Sicula hadn't been open for more than an hour or so, it was impressively busy with locals and tourists alike.  In fact, the place was pretty packed, something Bakari could tell his somewhat claustrophobic wife did not enjoy.

Her thin lips were pursed together in a way that made the wrinkles on her mouth more prominent.  She wasn't one to complain openly, but the couple had been married for fifteen years and he was getting decently good at reading her body language.  

The large man reached his hand out to gently rest it on her own, his way of trying to comfort her wordlessly.  He hadn't realized it would be so crowded when he suggested they eat here.  This was his fault, he knew it.  As his hand touched her own, his wife's hazel eyes darted up to him and then back forward again.  Her expression didn't change.  

Bakari's leg started to bounce up and down in irritation.  This was supposed to be fun.  They were supposed to be having a good time, he'd paid a lot of money so that they could have a good time.  But nothing ever seemed to be good enough for her.  She could always find something to be discontent about.  And her attitude was fairly infectious for the ex-kickboxer.  

His hand remained on his wife's, but the two didn't seem all that close aside from this.  Neither looked at each other or spoke as they waited for their food to come.  

It was because everything was so loud, right?  Well that's what he told himself.  Everything in their damn marriage was composed of excuses, excuses.  

Cina's luck was great.  Of all the people to bump into, it was Bikari in his already tense state.  

It took everything the Frenchman had within him to not lash out at the clumsy fellow.  He did glare, however.  Oh did he glare.  His eyes were as cold as ice and searing as fire all at once.  

Something was odd though... The freckled young man looked strangely familiar to Bakari.  Did they know each other?

He didn't seem to recognize him, but Bakari could have sworn that he'd seen that face before.  His stare followed Cina as he made his way over to his own seat, trying to figure out how he recognized him.

Cina wandered, looking for his brother. He found him sat just a table away from the guy that he'd tripped into. "One cider for you."

Luka's dark eyes pierced Cina. "You drank from it, you dick."

"Yeah and who paid for it?" the younger brother shot back as he kicked out his chair. He folded his leg under himself as he sat down, leaning on the table. He brushed a strand of hair from his eyes and flicked his tongue over his lower lip.

Luka pouted and, in an act of great maturity, lashed out and decked Cina hard.

Cina grunted and pouted as he rubbed at his smarting arm. "Bitch."

"You think you can call me that with your job?"

"Est-ce-que tu le connais?" Mrs. Diabate asked her husband in their native language. Her brow was raised questioningly and she brought her perfectly manicured hands up to her chin, pulling away from his touch.

"Il a l'air famil...ier..." Bakari's voice slowed down as he suddenly figured out where he was recognizing the younger male from.

That face came from incognito windows in late night web browsing while Bakari was away from home. Away from any prying eyes and especially the eyes of his oh-so-cherished wife.

A blank expression overcame the muscular man's countenance as visions of bound limbs and freckled skin filled his head. Freckles everywhere.

"Bakari?" Emma asked, looking back and forth between her husband and the young fellow that had just bumped into him.

"Il a juste un de ces visages , je suppose." The man grunted and shrugged, trying to play it off like he didn't actually recognize Cina afterall.

It couldn't really be him, could it? Cinaed did speak Italian in most of his videos...

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"Do you know him?"

"He looks famil...iar..."

"He just has one of those faces, I suppose."

"My o's are paying for this meal. You wanna comment on me being a ho, you don't have to eat what the money pays for," Cina threw back, arching a brow as he picked up his pint and took a generous gulp.

That shut Luka up quickly and, sulking, he reached for a menu.

"You sure you can read that? It has big words on it." Cina laughed when Luka kicked him under the table, and settled down as he reached for his own menu. "I'll warn you, I'm not buying any more than two meals for you. I'm not going broke over your stomach."

Cina reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes again, tongue touching his lips, tracing over them slowly as bright green eyes travelled over his choices.

"Avec des taches de rousseur comme ça, on pourrait penser que vous pourriez retenir. Je ne l'ai jamais vu quelqu'un d'aussi moucheté avant." Emma said in a rather snooty tone, as if the freckles were something disgusting to be looked down upon. She laughed softly under her breath and gave her husband a look as if urging him to agree with her.

He only nodded blankly, looking a little zombie like as he stared at Cina.

Oh, if only his wife knew the things that he fantasized about. It wasn't her toned, smooth skin that fueled his desires. It was that freckled slut's body that drove his lust.

The woman's lips pursed again in discontent with how detached Bakari seemed. She let out a bored sigh and looked around the warmly lit pub some more.

"Je dois utiliser les toilettes" Her husband murmured under his breath, standing up swiftly and making his way towards the restrooms.

"N’importe quoi" Was the only response he got.

Once he got into the men's restroom, he pulled out his smartphone and looked up Cinaed. He had to be sure, otherwise this was going to drive him crazy.

He expected to see the porn star and realize that it wasn't the same person, just a lookalike.

But as soon as the images came up on his mobile, his jaw dropped. Without a doubt that was the same kid that was in this very pub with him right now. What were the chances?

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"With freckles like that, you would think you could remember. I've never seen anyone so speckled before."

"I need to use the restroom."

"Whatever"

"I gotta go piss," Cina declared. "I came right from shooting with Clara and she has a thing about not letting anyone use her bathroom." He rolled his eyes, like chatting with your twin about this sort of thing was completely normal and the mild annoyance he had over the subject was fine to discuss with family.

Luka's face scrunched up in disgust and he made a comment about not wanting to hear about Cina's bodily functions.

"I'll have steak. Still mooing." He dumped his wallet on the table and whisked off towards the bathroom.

His tongue was tracing his lips again and he was combing his finger through his hair when he pushed open the bathroom door.

Bakari was coming out of his stall when Cina was coming into the bathroom.

Their eyes met, emerald locking with coal.

Bakari was pretty good at not letting himself be easily read. He had a natural poker face, void of any emotion that could ever give himself away. It was a trait he'd had since childhood, and it had drove his mother crazy, never being able to figure him out.

So now, even though he was face to face with someone he'd seen in such a lewd and intimate way, his expression gave away nothing.

If anything, he still looked a little pissed at the redhead for bumping into him earlier.

Oblivious to the thoughts and feelings of the man in front of him, he passed right by him to piss.

When he finally did relieve himself, he gave a long, low groan. One that would sound pretty familiar to the Frenchman. There was something deeply pleasurable about relieving a full bladder.

Soon, though, he was back out of his stall and ambling towards the sink.

Bakari's jaw slowly gritted his teeth together, but it was done in such a way that it was hardly noticeable.

He wasn't a religious man, and he wasn't exactly superstitious either. But there was this nagging in the back of his skull that kept whispering the word "fate" over and over again.

Afterall, what were the chances of running into your favorite twinky porn star like this?

It seemed like one of the plots to a porno in and of itself. Closeted black man runs into his favorite gay porn star and fucks him senseless in the public restroom.

His eyes hooded slightly as he allowed his thoughts to indulge.

He'd walk up behind the younger man and push him into one of the stalls, locking it. He'd press Cinaed into the wall, grabbing a fistfull of the red hair uncomfortably tight. But Cinaed would like that, he wouldn't fight back or resist. He'd probably be thrilled, the little cum-slut that he was.

With his free hand, Bakari would forcibly yank down the smaller male's trousers and pants so that cute freckled ass was exposed...

He had to stop himself. He was getting carried away.

Realistically speaking, Cina might be completely different than his porn personality was. What if he was just acting, what if he didn't even really like sex all that much?

Bakari knew better than most that people weren't always what they seemed.

So what kind of fate was this, hm? Was he supposed to just say nothing? He knew he'd probably always regret it if he didn't do something.

As Cina walked to the sink to wash his hands, Bakari muttered under his breath two words and two words only.

"Big fan."

He'd said it in such a low voice, he wasn't even sure if Cinaed would have been able to understand it. But maybe that would be for the best. He wasn't out, he didn't want to be out.

Guh, what was he thinking? This situation was just too bizarre.

Maybe if Cina was human he wouldn't have heard the words. Alas, his Lycan hearing had picked up the words.

Shocked green eyes turned up to the man. He stared at him for a heartbeat with those wide pale eyes, then he grinned, and bit onto his red lip, constantly flushed and swollen, as Cina had a habit of chewing on his lip a lot.

The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly behind his glasses. "Aye?" His accent was thick, even with just that one word. His Sicilian accent was flawless when he spoke Italian, and in turn, when he spoke in English, it was a thick Irish accent that shone through. There wasn't even a hint of an Italian drawl when he spoke English. A trait of being bought up around some of the truest Irishmen you'd ever meet.

He turned the knob on the tap and stuck his hands under the stream.

"M'glad ye like me videos. I'd be out of a job right quick if they weren't liked."

The expression on Cina's face was priceless, and Bakari couldn't get over the fact that he had been the one to cause that expression.

He wanted to be the cause of many more facial expressions, that much was obvious. But how did he go about getting to know Cina more without coming off as a dirty old man? He was a lot older than the...

Well wait...

What was Cina, anyway? The closer they were, the more that Bakari was able to sense that Cinaed was not just a normal human.

His necromancing skills were not as well tuned. He had spend more time in his life focusing on building up his physical strength than he had his magical ability.

But still he could tell that something was different about the young man before him.

"Oui" He said in return to Cina's "aye?"

"Do people often recognize you?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

He had his own bit of fame, being an ex kickboxer. But only hardcore fans of the sport would be able to pull him out from a crowd. He imagined starring in BDSM porn was about the same.

"Oh yeah, plenty."

Cina shook his hands into the sink then reached over to grab a couple paper towels.

"Lots o' fennels in Italy." The Italian slang carried over to his English fluidly. He'd spent the majority of his teen and adult life being called a fennel. It was just natural for him to use it.

"Plenty kinksters too, buíochas le Dia." The thanks to God came as easily to his lips as the Italian had. That little snippet would probably be very familiar to Bakari, though the man likely knew few other precious Irish phrases. Cina uttered that little phrase often in his vids, with a very different inflection, usually. His voice wasnt as gaspy and desperate as most other times Bakari would have heard it.

He tossed the paper towels in the bin then leaned back on the counter, crossing one ankle over the other. His hands found anchor on the counter top on either side of his hips.

Cina's head tipped to the side and he bit his lower lip, letting his teeth pull at it until it was free. His eyes took in Bakari slowly. The corners of his lips twitched upwards a little.

"Ye got a favourite vid o' mine??"