It was a Friday night and there were no missions which meant a free night for La Squadra to get drunk. The week had been a long one and Ghiaccio had found it harder than usual to get his partner Melone out of his head. The constant touching and flirting were beginning to get to Ghiaccio. He wanted Melone to make a move already. He was certainly much more confident and experienced with this than Ghiaccio was. Getting drunk would be the perfect opportunity for something to happen but he noticed that Melone was rather quiet tonight. He'd been nursing the same glass of wine for the last hour. Ghiaccio had been drinking for a while now and Formaggio kept egging him on to get another drink.

"Man, come on. I thought you could drink?" Formaggio teased.

"Bitch, I always drink more than you! I don't know why you keep insisting on besting me," Ghiaccio said.

"He can't say no to a challenge," said Illuso as he mixed another drink.

"A challenge implies he has a chance of winning," Ghiaccio retorted.

"Damn, Ghi! Who says I can't win?" Formaggio took another sip of his beer.

"History," Ghiaccio said. He glanced at his partner to see if he was watching. Melone quietly typed on his laptop ignoring the festivities around him. He was usually the first to get sloshed and would be draped around Ghiaccio by now, sometimes laying across his lap. Ghiaccio noticed Illuso following his gaze leading Illuso to notice the uncharacteristic behavior.

"Hey, Melone. Don't you want something else to drink? You've barely had anything," Illuso commented.

"I'm good," Melone said in a toneless inflection.

"Yeah, for real. You're usually the first one trashed. What's up?" Formaggio asked as he left Ghiaccio to lean against the arm of the couch. Melone continued to disregard them.

"I just don't want anything to drink right now," insisted Melone.

"That's really weird for you," Prosciutto said, chiming into the strange behavior. He sat next to Risotto on the loveseat. Risotto watched with guarded eyes.

"If he doesn't want to drink, that's his choice," Risotto said. The rest shrugged and went back to their conversations. Formaggio stood up and walked back over to talk with Illuso and Pesci. The latter was drinking milk. Fucking weirdo.

Ghiaccio flopped next to Melone on the couch putting a foot up on the coffee table and nudged him. "What's really up?"

"Nothing." He didn't look at Ghiaccio.

"Bullshit," Ghiaccio said as he took another drink and set the glass down on the table with a clatter.

"I just don't want to Ghiaccio." Melone hadn't called him "Ghia." What was going on? Ghiaccio sat up and stretched his arms out on the back of the couch. He noticed Melone lean forward away from Ghiaccio's arms. That struck him as really odd. He thought Melone might actually lean into him or something. That was just part of his relationship with Melone. That's how he knew everything was normal.

Things were not normal right now and he was going to find out why. Even if that meant making the first move. Ghiaccio sat forward and downed the rest of his drink.

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Melone had been dwelling on his dream from the night before. He and Ghiaccio had been on a date at a carnival where members of Passione were running each of the games and rides. Ghiaccio had been so nice and sweet to him in the dream, treating him like a boyfriend. He even pulled down his mask at one point and kissed him on the lips. It had been a nice dream and it left Melone in a state of reverie for most of the day. He wanted to keep daydreaming with a clear head.

He also had been much more nervous around Ghiaccio due to this. He didn't want to do anything that might upset his partner. He wanted to see that soft side that he'd dreamt about. So he decided not to drink. Alcohol always made him bolder but also made him disregard consequences. Bad things always happened to Melone when he was drunk, especially when flirting.

"You're acting really weird, you know that?" Ghiaccio snapped. Melone looked at him, Ghiaccio was a bit disheveled from being so drunk. He didn't look so uptight anymore and he kept getting closer to Melone. He took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves.

"I'm a weird guy," Melone responded, trying to be funny but his heart wasn't in it.

"Well, yeah, you're a fucking hitman, for chrissakes!" Ghiaccio shrugged.

"We're not hitmen. We're assassins!" Prosciutto barked from his spot next to Risotto.

"I'm sorry, were you apart of this fucking conversation?" Ghiaccio yelled back. Prosciutto merely raised a brow. "Yeah, that's what I thought!"

"Fuck off, Ghiaccio. You're such a bitch when you're drunk." Prosciutto took another drink.

"You're someone's bitch..." he growled under his breath. Risotto glared. Melone laid a warning hand on Ghiaccio's thigh. It was something he did out of habit when Ghiaccio was about to get himself in trouble. He pulled his hand away slowly when he'd realized he'd done it. He been feeling very differently about his partner lately and was afraid of chasing Ghiaccio away. Melone had always been very physical with people but once he started to develop feelings, things got weird and he never knew how to act. Especially with Ghiaccio since they were friends. He didn't want to do something and have Ghiaccio be uncomfortable around him. He already thought Melone was weird.

Melone focused on the screen again. He was reading up on the mission files he'd been given. Ghiaccio was quiet after that. The two were left out of most of the merriment going on around them, Melone absorbed in his laptop and Ghiaccio seemingly too drunk to function. He kicked his shoes off and curled up on the couch. As the night was winding down, their team started heading off to bed. Melone made a mental note of Risotto and Prosciutto leaving at the same time. He knew why.

That left him and Ghiaccio on the couch alone. Melone sat on the opposite end of the couch from Ghiaccio who was reclined on his back with his knees up. Melone had been typing furiously in a chatroom discussion and hadn't said anything to his drunken partner in a while.

"Hey." Ghiaccio finally slurred. "Why aren't you smashed and flirting with me?" Melone tried not to show his shock. He'd never expected Ghiaccio to put it so bluntly. Had Ghiaccio picked up on his feelings?

"I'm a little busy right now," he managed to recover.

"It's Friday night, there are no missions. What are you doing?" Ghiaccio demanded. He seemed really annoyed. "Just get drunk already."

"We have to meet that guy tomorrow," Melone said.

"Not until one! That's plenty of time to recover. I can't believe I'm arguing this with you of all people," Ghiaccio said exasperatedly.

"What does that mean?"

"I'm usually the one that's checking all the possible contingencies of a mission while you just show up," Ghiaccio slurred. Melone didn't think that was fair.

"I plan," Melone said defensively.

"But I plan more. Look, the point is, I don't give a fuck. So you shouldn't either," Ghiaccio explained. "It's a shitty excuse, so just tell me what's wrong already."

Melone ignored him.

"Melone," said Ghiaccio sternly. Melone refused to look. He continued to read something on the screen trying to look absorbed. Ghiaccio huffed and pulled off his sock. The next thing Melone knew, something landed on his head.

Melone froze.

He just threw his sock at me. He slowly pulled it off and clutched it in his hand. His heart began racing.

Don't look at his foot. Don't look at his foot. Don't look...don't....

He felt something touch his leg. He glanced over to see Ghiaccio's naked foot. Shit! Oh my god, think of anything else! He swallowed and continued to shift away slightly but Ghiaccio kept pushing against him. Why is he touching me? I thought he didn't like touching. Especially with his foot of all things...

"W-what are you doing?" Melone mumbled and sat up as far away to the other side as he could. He turned away from him but soon felt something graze across his thigh and up along his ass making him jump. He turned to see Ghiaccio up on his elbows, extending his leg over to touch him. Ghiaccio looked amused. Melone turned to face him folding one leg under him.

"Can I help you?" Melone said in a voice that was more seductive sounding than he'd intended. Ghiaccio slid his foot to Melone's inner thigh and continued to trail up higher until his breathing hitched. Melone closed his eyes and braced himself on the arm of the couch as Ghiaccio roughly rubbed his foot against his crotch once.

"Do you like it?" Ghiaccio asked thickly.

Melone moaned. Ghiaccio sat up and looked intrigued by the sound. He pushed into the spot again but not as rough this time. Melone wanted this so much but knew they couldn't, knew that Ghiaccio wouldn't remember doing this.

"N-uuhh..." Melone looked down at the foot as Ghiaccio curled his toes into him. Melone was so ragingly hard now. He was finding it difficult to think. He wondered absently if he might be drooling. Ghiaccio pushed harder against him to make him groan again. Melone's face flushed as he breathed raggedly. He couldn't let this continue. They had to keep working together.

"N-no m-means no..." Melone breathed. Ghiaccio pulled his foot away at that. His eyes were wide as he stared at Melone. He looked stunned and angry. Melone tried to collect himself then stood up and grabbed his laptop. Ghiaccio stood up and grabbed his arm.

"You don't really mean that." It was more of a question than a statement. Melone couldn't shake him, but he didn't really try either. He wanted what Ghiaccio was offering so badly. "Why are you avoiding me, damn it?"

"I'm not avoiding you," Melone said without looking at his eyes.

"You won't touch me," Ghiaccio said evenly as he watched Melone.

"I thought you didn't like being touched!" Melone insisted.

"You touch me all the time, damn it!" he snapped.

"And you bitch about it all the time!" Melone argued.

"Well, I'm touching you now, aren't I?" Ghiaccio said in a smooth voice and moved in closer. His other hand traveled down Melone's thigh.

"Because you're drunk," Melone said.

"What's your point?" Ghiaccio sneered at him. He stopped moving his hand. "You were supposed to be too."

"So you wanted me to get drunk?" Melone asked quietly. Ghiaccio still had that scowl on his face. "So we could fool around?"

"I just thought...I don't know," Ghiaccio glanced away. "You've been all over me."

"So you want to fuck?" Melone asked bluntly.

"Dammit, just shut up and kiss me already," Ghiaccio smashed their lips together.

"Ghiaccio, you're drunk." Melone pushed him back. He knew this would not end well for him if he didn't put a stop to this. He would be blamed for this later. He always was.

"I'm not that drunk," he slurred and began kissing again.

"But you are," Melone said between his partner's kisses. He gasped as Ghiaccio grabbed between Melone's legs.

"And?" Ghiaccio pulled at Melone's lip.

"Uh..." Melone moaned. "We have to work together tomorrow..."

"So what? That's never stopped you before from bugging the shit out of me until ungodly o'clock," Ghiaccio snapped.

"So this is bugging the shit out of me, is it?" Melone murmured and raised a brow. He wanted to be decent but his resolve was crumbling fast at Ghiaccio's massaging.

"No, because I think you want this."

"But do you want this?" Melone eyed Ghiaccio carefully. Ghiaccio slid his hand down Melone's arm to his hand and twisted it palm up. Then Ghiaccio put the hand on his own throbbing crotch.

"What do you think?" Ghiaccio growled. Melone swallowed hard.

"I think you'll regret this tomorrow," Melone whispered shakily as he pulled his hand away and took a step back. He'd done this before with guys who were drunk and it never ended well. They would claim Melone had taken advantage of them. One guy, who reclaimed his straight-guy persona upon sobering, beat the shit out of him for it. Ghiaccio had taken care of him that day even through his unanswered questions about what happened. Melone cared deeply about Ghiaccio and didn't want the same thing to happen between them.

"Who gives a fuck about tomorrow?" Ghiaccio quipped.

"You will," Melone sighed. "I know you don't really feel this."

"How do you know what I feel?" Ghiaccio snapped. "I thought you liked me!"

"I do!" Melone said. They stared at each other and Melone watched as the desire faded from Ghiaccio's eyes.

"But not like that..." Ghiaccio looked away and closed his eyes. He looked hurt. "Just forget this happened." He turned and left to go upstairs. Melone was too stunned by the change in tone to speak.

He changed his mind, he wanted to be drunk now. He grabbed the whole bottle of wine from the kitchen and took it to his room. Melone couldn't stop himself. Once he got to his room he jerked off thinking about how incredibly hot the last ten minutes had been. He thought about where it could have gone. Ghiaccio had never been that drunk before. He kept trying to touch Melone which was strange because he always seemed to hate it when Melone touched him. Now that he'd stopped it was like Ghiaccio was going out of his way to have physical contact. He drank the whole bottle until the buzz developed into the drunkenness his partner had been hoping for all night.

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Ghiaccio leaned against the door as he closed it behind him. That had gone about as badly as he feared it could have. This is why Ghiaccio didn't make moves on people. He didn't know what he was doing, he just did what he thought Melone would do. Apparently that wasn't a good idea. He was glad he was drunk, it dulled the pain a little. He also knew he wouldn't be conscious much longer. Soon enough, Ghiaccio fell into a drunken sleep.

He dreamed of Melone. They were at a club and they had stepped into the alley and Ghiaccio tried again, this time sober, to express what he felt, but Melone had gotten mad now. It was unsettling since his partner rarely got angry. He felt small and just wanted to be anywhere else.

And then he was. He was with a man in a bedroom of a house he'd never been in. Ghiaccio's residual horniness was quickly changing the landscape of the dream. The man was on top of him and had pulled down his pants. The man's tongue glided up the length of his cock. He throbbed at each passing of the hot wet muscle as it lapped greedily at him. The man swallowed his cock up to the hilt and Ghiaccio moaned at the hot sensation around him. He didn't recognize the man but he was attractive, so he let it continue.

Ghiaccio had a nagging thought somewhere in the back of his mind, that he would bet Melone could have done something like this if he had gotten drunk. He knew Melone was pretty wild, and up for just about anything in bed. He'd told Ghiaccio as much once while drinking. Melone had hinted a couple of times at having slept with guys in the past but he'd never stated it explicitly. He guaranteed that Melone had sucked a dick at least once. Based on all the flirting that Melone had done with Ghiaccio, he wouldn't be surprised. That's why he was so shocked when Melone had turned down his advances. He seemed like he might be interested.

The pleasure of the dream made him wish it was Melone doing this. He wondered if Melone would be as good. The next time he looked down, blue-green eyes looked back up at him framed by lavender hair. Ghiaccio moaned. The lusty assassin sucked like it was a popsicle in his mouth. He trailed up to the head and flicked the slit making Ghiaccio shiver. It was so arousing seeing his partner like this. Melone lightly pushed the engorged head into his mouth and it grazed past his teeth. Ghiaccio tangled his fingers into the long locks and thrust once into those swollen lips burrowing Melone's face into his crotch. Melone groaned against his skin and Ghiaccio thrusted again.

His eyes shot open. The buck of his own hips woke him. It was hot and he felt heavy. He noticed a weight on his leg and the pleasurable sensation still on his crotch. He glanced down and saw there was a form under his covers. He lifted the covers slightly at the next wave of pleasure to see a lavender head bobbing against him. He felt another surge to his dick at the revelation.

Melone is actually sucking me off.

He didn't understand. He'd been rejected earlier, Melone wasn't interested. He'd made that clear. Was he drunk? He didn't drink all night but the way he sucked did seem like he was. If he got drunk then, was he just horny and looking for a fuckbuddy? As much as Ghiaccio wanted this, he didn't just want to be a fuckbuddy to Melone.

Should he reveal that he's awake? He could just continue to pretend he was asleep and let Melone finish. Then they could pretend as if nothing happened. That would be safer. But, what if he woke up and Melone wanted to do more with him? Ghiaccio thought about that as another surge of pleasure washed over him. Melone was caressing his balls while he sucked. The feeling was incredible. He thought about what it would mean to fuck Melone while they were both drunk. He couldn't properly think of the consequences when his brain was so fogged by lust. All Ghiaccio knew was that now he couldn't stop thinking of Melone bouncing in his lap. He wanted to see that passionate and dirty mouth moaning his name in pleasure.

He felt something against his leg. Melone was grinding his cock against Ghiaccio. He heard a soft moan slip out from under the covers and Ghiaccio's heart raced. He wondered if Melone got horny enough if he would choose to ride Ghiaccio in his sleep. He felt that would be highly likely knowing Melone, but Ghiaccio wasn't sure if he could wait that long. Melone seemed pretty content to keep sucking for a while. Ghiaccio swallowed and threw the blanket off of them allowing the cold of the room to touch his skin.

Melone stopped mid-suck to look up at him, eyes wide. His face was darkly flushed as the cock popped out of his mouth. His body tensed above him as there was a moment of drunken uncertainty in those green eyes. Ghiaccio furrowed his brows and glared at him.

"Are you just gonna lick and hump me like a puppy, or are you gonna sit on me sometime today?" Ghiaccio sneered. His extreme horniness aggravated his nerves. He wanted Melone to quit pissing around already. Melone smiled and sat up. He was completely naked and his dick stood up.

"Do you want something, Ghia~?" Melone crooned drunkenly as he ran a hand over his chest down to his cock and began stroking himself.

"For you to quit fucking around and do what you came here to do," Ghiaccio growled lustfully. "Or I'll shove you down into the bed and take you right now myself."

"Mm, yes daddy, please do," Melone moaned and bit his finger playfully.

"Don't ever call me that again, and I promise to fuck you within an inch of your life," Ghiaccio huffed through gritted teeth.

"Oooh, that's a promise you better keep, Ghia," Melone sucked on his finger now and his eyelids grew heavy with lust. Ghiaccio crawled over to him and grabbed Melone roughly. Ghiaccio threw him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He pulled off his shirt and threw it across the room then grabbed a fistful of Melone's hair and forced his tongue inside his mouth. Melone groaned into the mouth covering his and grabbed onto Ghiaccio's back, pulling him closer. Melone pushed up into him, rubbing their cocks against each other. Ghiaccio ground his hips down hard as he licked at Melone's tongue. How was this even happening? He'd thought earlier that he'd screwed this up with his partner by forcing himself on Melone, but now, here he was about to have sex with him.

Melone broke the kiss and began running his tongue over Ghiaccio's throat as he caught his breath. Melone's eagerness was apparent now and Ghiaccio ran his hands over Melone's body. Each inch of skin was warm and hard to the touch. His hand traveled down the toned stomach and came to rest over the wet cock. Melone's circumcised head twitched at the touch and he bit into Ghiaccio's shoulder. He sighed passionately.

"How do you want it?" Ghiaccio intimated while he smeared the precum with his fingers over Melone's tip. Melone looked up at him lustfully.

"You said you would shove me down into the bed and fuck me within an inch of my life..." Melone purred.

"And I meant it," Ghiaccio said firmly. He sat up and flipped Melone over roughly. He pulled him up onto his knees so his ass was up in the air. Ghiaccio pushed Melone's face down into the bed. He lined up behind him and put one leg out so his foot was next to Melone's face.

"Have you ever had a cock up your ass before?" Ghiaccio asked as he spread Melone's cheeks.

"Do you really wanna know, Ghiaccio?" Melone purred in response.

"You're right. I know you have, and that you like it, or you wouldn't be here sucking me off in my sleep." Ghiaccio rubbed the head of his cock against Melone's entrance as Melone moaned. "You wanted me to fuck you earlier, didn't you?"

"Yes," Melone breathed. Ghiaccio began to push the tip of his cock past the tight entrance. Melone moaned. "Ah!"

"You like it rough?" Ghiaccio asked.

"Uh, fuck me up, Ghiaccio..." Melone breathed in reply. Ghiaccio's mind raced as he watched Melone lick his foot. He was surprisingly turned on by the action. Melone reached between his legs and began to stroke himself as he continued licking.

"Oh, I'll fuck you up. I'll leave you crying for more." Ghiaccio gripped Melone's hips tight as he fucked into his partner harder. He placed his foot on Melone's cheek, holding him into the bed as he thrusted in and out.

"Oh, Ghia..." Melone whimpered into the pillow with each thrust. He sucked on one of Ghiaccio's toes eagerly and tugged at himself harder, whimpering. "Make me your slut."

"You're such a beautiful slut, uhhh...." Ghiaccio moaned as he watched him suck. He couldn't actually believe that something he and Formaggio made fun of Melone for could actually be so hot in bed. Everything Melone did was incredibly sexy and full of passion. Even though the sensation of his foot in someone's mouth felt weird and foreign, he allowed it to continue because of how clearly into it Melone was. He beat his cock so fast he thought that Melone might not make it much longer.

"Oh god, Ghia! Just breed me!" Melone cried out in desperation. "Breed me and make me yours, ah!" Ghiaccio knew that meant he was very close.

"You were mine the second you walked into my room and crawled into my bed," Ghiaccio growled. He felt the pressure building inside him. Melone continued crying out in a high breathy moan and Ghiaccio's voice got louder as he began swearing.

"Ah, fuck Melone, I'm gonna come in you so hard, oh goddammit," Ghiaccio groaned loudly as he slammed harder and faster.

"Ghia yes, come inside me..." Melone egged him on with that seductive breathy voice. "Cum for me, Ghiaccio." He rammed inside him a few more times before he saw stars.

"Fuck! Melone! Oh my god, fuck me! Hahhh...!" Ghiaccio yelled and shot inside Melone.

"Oh, Ghiaccio! I feel your hot seed inside me, breeding me...yes, Ghiaccio! Uh, uhhh!" Melone cried and spilled onto the sheets under him. Ghiaccio pulled his foot back to be on both knees as he finished riding it out. He pushed Melone's body flat onto the bed and collapsed on top of him. He laid there inside him as he ran his tongue over Melone's throat. He felt the reverberation in his mouth from Melone's whimpers petering out. He buried his face into Melone's neck and listened to the racing pulse beneath him as they both caught their breath.

Hopefully, they hadn't woken anyone up. They had been rather loud. Fuck, he knew someone was gonna say something tomorrow. Chances were against him that it would be Formaggio since his room was across the hall. Pesci was directly next door but he knew the fisherman wouldn't dare speak up. One good glare is all it would take anyway. Shit, he still couldn't believe they'd just done that.

"Ghia?" Melone finally spoke up after several minutes of breathing in the silence.

"Yeah?" he said into his neck.

"......" There was silence as he hesitated. He sighed and Ghiaccio lifted his head to look at his face which was half-buried in the pillow. Things were a bit blurry without his glasses on but he could see that Melone was staring off into the room.

"What?"

"I know we're both really drunk right now, but was this just a one-time thing?" Melone asked softly. God, he'd barely even thought that far ahead. He hoped not.

"It doesn't have to be. Do you want it to be?" Ghiaccio said just as softly. He realized he was still inside Melone and should probably pull out.

He continued to lay on top of Melone without moving.

"No, but I also don't want this to be all we are either," Melone admitted. "I really like you, Ghiaccio."

"I like you a lot too, Melone..." Ghiaccio said and kissed him. He ran his fingers through the lavender hair.

"I got drunk." Melone smiled up at Ghiaccio.

"You didn't have to, but I'm glad you came over," Ghiaccio said. He sat up and finally pulled out only to lay next to Melone. He put his arms around Melone and pulled him onto his chest. "I'd like it if you stayed."

"I was hoping you'd ask me to," Melone said. Ghiaccio kissed him gently. Melone looked up into Ghiaccio's eyes. "I had a dream you kissed me like that." Ghiaccio played with the lavender hair as he stared into those beautiful aquamarine eyes.

"Well, now it's real." Ghiaccio breathed and continued to kiss him slowly as they laid there in each other's arms.