Lucio smiled warmly as he gazed up at Ansel with nothing but fondness in his expression, the discomfort from the horrific story he’d told washed away by the man’s loving gaze and gentle touch. Luther didn’t matter now, neither did James, none of his past partners mattered as there was a beautiful, intelligent, passionate man lying right in front of him now that was drawn to him, that loved him, no matter how odd the idea was to Lucio that someone could.<br/><br/>Lucio hummed thoughtfully at Ansel’s question and, if he was being honest with himself, the very first thing that popped into his head was his stroll down a dimly lit corridor to office P-509. The first moment he’d spent with Ansel, the first taste he’d gotten of him, the moment he’d become utterly addicted to the gorgeous specimen situated before him. He pushed away that thought though, despite Ansel’s request for candidness within his answer. “I have to say that it’d be when me and my family moved to America, left my nasty father behind,” he relayed quietly as he allowed his fingers to begin tracing delicate designs on the taut skin of the man’s back.<br/><br/>“After my father got a job with the modeling agency he started to be around considerably less, and my mother grew very sad very rapidly, but none of us quite understood why. We were too young at the time, I suppose, to deduce what was happening, and my mother really didn’t want us to understand either. She kept it hidden from us that my father was a lying, cheating piece of scum as she didn’t want to taint our opinion of him; not that I was ever particularly fond of the man anyways, but that’s beside the point.” Lucio let out a contented sigh as he gazed up into Ansel’s eyes fondly.<br/><br/>“I was fourteen when she finally decided that she couldn’t take it anymore, that she was going to divorce him and then gather us up and leave . . . He told her he forbade it, that he wouldn’t have her tainting his image, that he’d keep us there with him no matter how miserable we all were, even if he had to lock my mother away and beat us into submission.” Lucio chuckled softly at the thought and shook his head. “He went out that night, to fuck one of his girlfriend’s I assume, and we didn’t hesitate to pack up our things and leave. We got here, struggled for a few months before my mother landed a stellar job, and then we settled down. My father was furious at first, as I’m sure you could imagine, but I think he realized after a time that life was better without the ball and chain that is me and my family. He eventually agreed to his end of a divorce and started supporting us kids again, in his own distanced way.” Lucio finished his story and smiled warmly as he gazed up at Ansel.<br/><br/>“What about you, my darling? What’s the most exciting thing you’ve ever done?” He queried curiously. Seeing as Ansel was clearly an adrenaline junkie Lucio assumed he had to have something a bit more interesting that Lucio himself did.