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The dining room? The shooting range-- ah, that's where, the place is soundproof, it'd be perfect--

[He murmurs that against his skin. A moment, and then:]

Just pick your place, darling. I'll fuck you in any room and every room.

[Ilsa and Rick really deserve more attention than they're being paid right now, Polnareff thinks dimly, but he's got more important things to focus on right now. He nips firmly at the crook of his neck, his tongue darting out to soothe the spot a moment later. There'll be a mark there soon if he's not careful, and oh, what a terrible outcome that would be.]

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[Bruno's fingers toy with the hair at the nape of Polnareff's neck for a moment before his hand slips away. He curls his fingers instead in the center of Polnareff's shirt to give him some leverage to shift away, taking away Polnareff's leave a mark. At least for now.]

I think what you mean to say is you'd fuck me anywhere, anytime I wanted.

[He leans in, kissing Polnareff hungrily. As they kiss, his hand lets go of Polnareff's shirt to run along his inner thigh to hold his knee.]

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[He's getting conflicting signals here, he really is, but that's part of the fun of it. Polnareff whines into the kiss, his legs spreading pointedly, not daring to truly hope he's actually going to get any kind of action. He won't. He definitely won't, not til the credits roll, but it's fun to be teased.]

Well, yeah.

[Admitted just a touch breathlessly, and murmured against his mouth.]

Anywhere, anytime, any way, Bruno--

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Alright. Then I want you, [Bruno murmurs between kisses with a growing smile,] to fuck me.

[He pauses to nip at Polnareff's lip, tugging until it slips from between his teeth.]

After the movie. [A lighter, teasing kiss as his hand starts to slide back up his thigh again.] In my bedroom.

[Aaaand Bruno takes his hand back, pulling away to settle back into his seat again.]

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[It's nothing he didn't expect, but still Polnareff whines in disappointment. His trousers are just a touch too tight as he settles back, pouting at the screen. Rick's only just found Ilsa again. They've got ages to go, and it's not like he doesn't want to watch the film, but Christ.

He lets a few lines pass, just long enough for them both to settle in. Polnareff kicks his feet up, settling them on the seat in front of them, and remarks idly:]

I am going to fuck you in the shooting range. Don't think you get out of that entirely.

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[Bruno reaches for one of Polnareff's hands to play with his fingers.]

As long as you've given up on the kitchen finally.

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For now.

[Oh, that's nice. It's not as good as Bruno stroking his leg, but it's very nice. Polnareff scrunches his fingers, curling them in response. It's very, very nice, and it's also about to end, he thinks, as he adds:]

Finally, he says, like I've been begging to eat his ass instead of dinner--

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[Polnareff's prediction is correct. Without looking, Bruno tries to cover Polnareff's mouth with his hand instead.]

Sssshhh!

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[He laughs against his hand and tips his head back, nipping pointedly at those fingers. But all right, all right: he'll be quiet for the time being. Not the entire movie-- that's just impossible-- but for a little while longer, at least. And with that acceptance, Polnareff settles down properly this time, his head resting atop Bruno's, his arm firm around his boyfriend's shoulders.]

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[Bruno snuggles in once Polnareff's settled, tucking his legs up underneath him. His hand finds his way back to Polnareff's again eventually, too, and it's only a few moments after that he starts playing with Polnareff's fingers again. After a while, he pulls Polnareff's arm temporarily tighter around his shoulders to kiss his knuckles.]

[This is good, too. He likes all the noise and energy Polnareff has brought into his life. The teasing and the laughter, it's all great. But every so often, they fall quiet like this, and it's great, too. Being close and being present, feeling the warmth of Polnareff's hand and the solidity of his side pressed against him with nothing else to distract from that. He knows it won't last forever though, so he turns his head to kiss Polnareff's cheek, close to his ear, and murmurs,]

Ti amo, luce dei miei occhi.

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[Polnareff actually sighs at that, perfectly content. He's not terribly good at quiet moments, truth be told, and they both know it. He's just not built for them. So when he actually manages it, it makes those moments all the more special. There's something uniquely wonderful about sitting in this theater, Bruno snuggled up next to him, doing nothing more than sharing a movie together.]

I love you.

[It's why he does things like this, really. It's not to impress Bruno, or somehow score points. It's just because he loves him, and he loves movies, and he wants to share something he loves with the person he loves, because that makes it all the better.

He'll be quiet again in a moment. But first he has to add:]

I hope you're ready for me to quote this at you all month.

[At least it's a nice change from the Godfather and sports films.]

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[Bruno laughs quietly as he settles back in.]

If it gives me a break from your Marlon Brando impression for a month, I'll take it.

[He goes right back to playing with Polnareff's fingers.]

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You love my Marlon Brando impressions. You love all my impressions.

[They're teasing one another, to be sure, but Polnareff isn't talking quite as loudly as he usually does. He wants to try and preserve this quiet moment, even as they talk in it.]

You wouldn't like me reading so much if you hated my impressions.

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You can't make me admit to anything.

[Which really just means he's guilty as charged.]

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I can make you do a lot of things, mon amour.

[But not right now, and Polnareff leans over, kissing the top of Bruno's head chastely.

He manages to stay quiet for a good while longer, which is admirable. It isn't until they're halfway through the movie, Victor leading the bar in a triumphant refrain of Les Marseillais, that Polnareff squirms again: shifting against Bruno, nosing against him a little more.]

My maman grew up right during all this. I mean, Papa too, but she was the one who talked about it more. I wish . . . I didn't understand it, back then. She'd talk about how Sher and I didn't realize what we had, how hard life used to be, stuff like that. How lucky I was that I could mouth off all the time and not get hurt.

[It's an idle fact, more trivia than anything. Maybe a film that centered in part around the French resistance movement wasn't the best idea for a man already homesick, but he's still glad he chose it.

That fact, too, makes him think about the fact that by all rights, he's a good deal older than Bruno. Not really, not right now, but at the same time . . . Bruno's parents grew up right about when Polnareff himself had been born. His parents had grown up at the tail end of the second world war. They're nearly a generation apart, and most times that doesn't really impact them, but sometimes it strikes him keenly.]

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[That sounds like i miei nonni,, is what he almost says, but that feels like an awkward thing to say even though it's true. It makes Bruno feel much younger relative to Polnareff. That's not a feeling he usually experiences even though their birthdays are separated by a number of years and even here in the city, he's the younger of the two by a little over a year. Instead, he says,]

I'm sure it was frustrating for her sometimes, but she was probably happy you didn't understand really understand back then.

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Yeah.

[Most definitely, but he does wish-- well. Of course he wishes she were still alive, but even beyond that, he wishes he could speak to her here and now. Sometimes he wonders if she'd understand his life better than he'd thought she would.

But such thoughts aren't for right now. Ilsa is tearfully confessing the truth of her love to Rick, and he's here with his boyfriend, and it's still a wonderful night. Polnareff kisses the top of his head again, his fingers curling in Bruno's grip. In French:]

I'd meet you at the train station.

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[Bruno smiles wide. He shifts just enough in his seat that he can lift his head to look at Polnareff. He just grazes Polnareff's cheek with his fingertips, leaving them along his jawline before pressing a sweet, gentle kiss to his lips.]

Of course you would.

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Just making sure you know.

[But that kiss makes him smile, and he wraps his arm a little tighter around Bruno, keeping him close.]

I'm gonna open the place every Friday night, I think. There's around thirty films, so I figure if I show once a week, we've got a pretty good rotation.

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[Bruno kisses the corner of that smile. It's a common sight, but that doesn't make it any less nice to see.]

And I'm sure if you pawn off a few more souls, you could probably get more if there are a few people don't like as much.

[silvercrusader]

Ahh, there's my assassin boyfriend: a few more souls, he says, not just mine but whoever might be around. Whoever bitches about the movie choice, maybe. We've got Robin Hood back there, the '38 version, whoever doesn't like that deserves to get their soul pawned.

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[Bruno rolls his eyes a little at assassin boyfriend, though in some ways, he's glad Polnareff can take such a playful attitude with it. Not that it isn't serious and shouldn't be joked about all the time, and Bruno certainly isn't ashamed of it, but Bruno would rather it not be something that occupies most of Polnareff's attention when he thinks of him.]

That's the metric we're going to use?

[silvercrusader]

Hell yeah it is!

[He tips his head, nosing against him affectionately. There's a little mnrr noise, wordless and loving, before he adds:]

Way better than emeralds. And I get to show up Kakyoin by making an economy before him.

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[Bruno laughs quietly, hand shifting back up to hold Polnareff's cheek when he noses at him again.]

I'm sure he'll take that very well.

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Mm, no he won't, he'll try and kill me. But you'll save me, won't you? You and Sticky Fingers? Because you love me?

[More nosing, and for once, he doesn't try and take advantage of their proximity to sneak a kiss. It's just nuzzling, affectionate but most definitely chaste.]