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Luciano knew all about the merpeople of the deep sea who seduced their prey and collected their bones as trophies.

Afonso had been very honest from the beginning. As a merman, he didn't feel love, only lust and yet Luciano dared to touched him and every visit could be the last before Afonso added his bone to his collection.

Yet, everytime, Afonso left him with bite marks and bruises from kisses, but otherwise unharmed.

"Afonso, what do you want from me? You can't love."

"I can't. Yet I can't be sated without you," he answered, reaching for Luciano and pulling him into a kiss.

"I need more than lust," Luciano answered but giving in into the kiss.

The words stuck with Afonsk though and the next full moon, he brought a necklace he made of sea shells and pearls. Gifts were a sign of love, weren't it?

But when he emerged at the surface, he didn't see Luciano at the usual spot. Instead, he saw lights at the beach. There were people dancing around bonfires talking, singing and dancing. That's when he saw Luciano, dancing with another young msn, their hands intertwined. Laughing. Kissing.

He dropped the necklace and dove back into the dark waters, as far way as he could.

Love... was pain.

"What the fuck is this?" Luciano was the first one to ask.

"Listen up. We have Portugal," a man wearing a ski mask said. "If you want him unharm, you'll pay 1 million dollars in 24 hours."

"Fucking what?" Mozão asked.

"Paying ransons in this economy?" Zola scoffed.

"If you harm him, can we pay less?" Rosinha wondered.

"Yeah! You can beat him up." Guiné added. "The more the better."

"Well, I'm not paying shit." Luciano said.

"Guys, you're so mean!" Timor cried out. "Don't hurt dad! I'll go save him."

"Timor, no!" all the siblings yelled in unison.

"We do not negotiate with terrorists," Macau told them. "Give me a couple of hours. I'm sure I can resolve this."

"The golden boy to the rescue," Luciano rolled his eyes. "Typical."

"Aren't you the 'golden' boy?" Macau smirked.

"Shut up!"

The sound of something breaking caused the kidnapper to drop the phone, followed by sounds of punching and several screams followed by silence. When someone grabbed the phone again, Afonso was staring at screen with a busted lip and furious.

"No need to resolve anything. The matter is solved," Afonso said, spitting blood at the knocked out kidnappers.

"Hey, old man! Took you long enough!" Luciano laughed.

"Shut up. Except for Timor and Macau, I'm cutting all of you from my will."

"Do you have enough money for a will?" Zola wondered.

"Shut up!"

Afonso slowly put down his beer. "Gatinho doesn't enjoy being played with. If you're trying to win a bet or convince me to be part of a twin menage-à-trois, I'm sorry but the answers are no."

The older man's smile widened. "And he has claws. You had my curiosity, now you have my attention."

Afonso sighed. "I'm not the fun type. You're wasting your time."

"If my age is bothering you, I will leave at once."

"No. It's not that," he looked at him up and down, slowly. "Trust me."

"Then why not give this old fox a chance? It's just one drink."

"This drink?" he pointed at the full cup in front of them.

"Yes. I hope you like cachaça."

Afonso grabbed the cup and drank it in one go.

"Jesus, boy."

Afonso put down the glass and finally smiled mischievously, his hand wrapping around Luciano's wrist.

"Thanks for the drink. If you're interested, you can treat me to another tomorrow night."

With that, Afonso let go of his arm, grabbed his coat, waved at his brother and left the bar.

Luciano smiled. "Wild boy."

Hi! It's an interesting prompt. Let's see what I can do:

Luciano knew the moment Arthur mentioned "magic", "experimental notalgia spell" and "Afonso" that nothing good would come out of it.

"What do you mean you put him in a coma?!" he cried out.

"It's a very usual side effect of such an elaborate spell," Arthur answered, drinking his tea. "Any way, he woke up and he's fine! Just a minor case of 100 years worth of memory loss."

"Memory loss?!!"

"Don't shout. It's temporary. He'll get his memories back in no time. Meanwhile, Antonio and I have been looking after him."

Luciano raised an eyebrow. "That's why he's not answering my calls."

"He call handle the home phone, but cellphones seem to freak him out. We turn his off."

Luciano sighed. "And how is he?"

"Actually, he's good. He was so happy to learn that he's still alive in the 21st century. And that we won World World War 1! He was glad to see that his capital is modern and clean. He's been going around trying to see all the changes."

"Hasn't he asked about me? Or Zola?"

Arthur made a face.

"We told him the Portuguese Empire ended. He was very upset so we haven't talk about it again."

"So you didn't bother to tell him about me?" Luciano crossed his arms over his chest, his voice rising.

"A hundred years ago he barely talked about you without getting depressed. And drunk. So no, we haven't."

"Oh, we'll see about that," Luciano got up.

"Where are you going?!"

Luciano didn't answer. Later that night, he burst into Afonso's home with a photo album.

The older man's eyes widened as he saw him, both in awe of the man he grew up to be and still too fresh resentment.

"Luciano... What are you doing here?"

"You gave me your house key."

"I... did?"

"Things changed, old man. I'm not letting you forget the 100 years we finally started speaking again."

And with that, Luciano sat in front of him and opened the old photo album.

"Are you sure?" Afonso asked.

Luciano laid in bed and smiled. "I have dreamed for too long. I need to know how it would be like. Give it to me."

Afonso stared at him for a few seconds and nodded, closing the door behind him and suddenly crawling over Luciano with an hungry look in his eyes.

"Finally. Mine," the older man said, grabbing Luciano's wrists. "You look like a gift, my bridegroom."

"I'm the best gift you ever got," Luciano said, raising his head to kiss and bite Afonso's neck. "You taste good... husband."

"I hope I was worth the wait. God, you're beautiful," Afonso pulled down the lingerie and grabbed Luciano's ass. "Because, husband, I'm going to make you forget every man and woman that ever touched you before."

Luciano wrapped his legs around his waist.

"Yes."