Captive Mate BL-Chapter 657: - - -

Nikolai had only made the decision to reclaim his turf earlier that day, but as the sky darkened, the day coming to an end, he had already had audiences with troops of small-time gang bosses coming to confirm for themselves, for various reasons.

It wasn’t just the gangs running downtown; even a handful of businessmen from the 1st District made an appearance.

Angelo didn’t move from his spot, drawing curious stares. The casino hadn’t even been rebuilt yet, and things were already lively. He rose to his feet and approached Nikolai when the umpteenth guest stepped out, at this rate, they might not get home until late.

"Do you want to eat out?" Nikolai immediately turned his entire body in his direction, reaching out to hold him.

Angelo stayed out of his reach, expecting more guests. "You don’t want to eat noodles today?" He teased, leaning against the edge of the table.

A dark light flashed in Nikolai’s eyes, "I don’t want you to wear yourself out."

That gave Angelo pause, it was just noodles, not to mention, he had spent the entire day napping like a cat. "Sure, we can eat out."

Nikolai surged to his feet, "Let’s head home to change."

Angelo frowned, it felt like he was missing something. "What’s wrong with what we’re wearing?" He glanced down.

"It doesn’t hurt to change," The Alpha shrugged, his lips tilting up at the corners.

Angelo relaxed, Nikolai had been in a good mood all day, he didn’t even realize how less animated the Mafia King was until he took back what he owned. He could indulge him today, and maybe for the rest of the month.

They headed out into the nearly empty bar; it seemed that the men were already on the move. There was no reason to return to the bar, it could resume its previous activities under Mafia King Davian.

It was dark when they stepped out, a light flurry of snow swirling down. And once again, Angelo found himself making a mental note to go shopping for proper jackets.

The drive home was unfamiliar, snowflakes fluttering down as they pulled into the driveway. The new house was cozily lit up, welcoming them from the winter cold.

Angelo shook the snow off his hair after he stepped past the doorway, internal heating welcoming him from the momentary chill. He thought back to their stay at the Black mansion as he stepped forward, they had stayed in different rooms.

"Do I get to pick my room?" He asked as he started up the stairs, half-teasing, half-hopeful.

Nikolai followed quickly behind him, the smile he had worn all day falling off. "Your room?" He repeated, disbelieving. "You want your room?"

Angelo was a little torn, sleeping with Nikolai was really pleasant, but every other aspect of sharing a room with him was far too dangerous. "Do I get options?"

"Of course," Nikolai immediately replied, "My room."

He didn’t continue that line of conversation, it was just them in the stately mansion., semantics aside, it didn’t really matter if they shared a room or not. He slowed down so Nikolai could take the lead, they had been here earlier today, but he couldn’t remember his way around.

The master bedroom was sprawling, it had double doors, the interior midnight blue and silver. The lights were lit, the bed made, two matching garment bags laid out on the large bed.

Angelo walked in, curious about the clothes on the bed. "Did you get us outfits?"

Nikolai lingered at the door, a hint of nervousness on his handsome features as he watched Angelo curiously peek into the garment bags. "I wanted today to be special," He said quietly, walking closer.

Angelo looked away from the garment bags, his expression softening. "Like a housewarming thing?" He asked, pleasantly surprised. He didn’t expect Nikolai to take it so seriously. "Maybe we could throw an actual housewarming party-"

Nikolai closed the distance, "No. I want your mating mark." He demanded bluntly, uninterested in involving more people.

Angelo’s eyes widened at the abrupt change in conversation topic, a hand drifting to his neck. He brushed thin fingers over the diamond band he wore. "Oh," He murmured. "Alright," He agreed, his hand dropping from his neck to touch the lapels of Nikolai’s trenchcoat. "What, did you wait till we got a house?" He teased, getting used to the emotional intimacy.

"Yes," Nikolai admitted easily.

The Mafia King’s intensity was a little worrying, it had Angelo wondering how long it had been on his mind. A mating mark was a pleasant surprise, he had had no expectations, but he found that he wasn’t averse to it.

"We had better get dressed for dinner then," He rose to his feet, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he would be changing right in front of Nikolai.

He unstrapped all of his knives first, walking off to drop all his weapons on a table. He glanced over as he did to find Nikolai right where he left him, staring deeply at him. "Not going to change?" He asked curiously, of the opinion that the outfits on the bed were for both of them.

Nikolai glanced down, even if he changed, he would just be wearing a different variation of what he already had on. "I will," He agreed to, regardless, heading to the closet.

Angelo had taken off all his weapons then, he approached the bed to fully unzip the garment bags. The first was a set of formal shirt and pants, and the second was a fur-lined coat.

He lightly touched the delicate fur on the extravagant coat, he hadn’t been expecting that both garment bags would be for him. He tuned Nikolai out and unzipped his tactical shirt, the clothes weren’t what he usually wore, but Nikolai got them for him, so he would happily wear them.

He picked up the black-blue formal shirt, frowning when he quickly found out that it seemed to be missing vital pieces. He tried it on and then reached behind him, touching bare skin. It was backless, the satin flowing like water.

Angelo turned to Nikolai, "Did you get this yourself?"

Nikolai had his dress shirt off, standing next to one of the many wardrobes in the bedroom. "Yes. Like it?"