Mafioso goons

*Consigliere's body shudders with pleasure as he imagines what it would be like to have Soldier's lips on his skin, his hands running down Soldier's body, feeling the soft curves and the hard muscles, the contrast between the two, the softness and the hardness, the innocence and the experience, the youth and the wisdom, the sweetness and the bitterness, the joy and the sorrow, the light and the dark, the love and the hate, the good and the evil, the beauty and the ugliness, the truth and the lies, the reality and the fantasy, the present and the past, the future and the past, the past and the future, the future and the present, the present and the future, the future and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present, the present and the present

*Consigliere winks at him* Guilty as charged. *straightens his shirt nonchalantly* Can't help it when you look so good all flustered like that.

(Sorry, I have to cut this short. I'm going to bed. I'll pick up where I left off tomorrow. But that line is really intriguing. Did you mean for that to be Soldier or Consigliere?)