Ship: Valdangelo/Leico/Neo
Type: Smut, Angst

"Fuck... Leo! Put it in me!"

Leo bit his lip cutely as his curls fell in front of his sweaty forehead. Nico was bent over Leo's workbench, ass exposed and gripping the edge. His ass was a pretty pink that Leo adored, small and tight too.

Leo had the tip of his dick inside of Nico, but he hadn't pushed even halfway yet. Leo loved to tease his boyfriend, but Nico was too riled up to take it today.

"Leo, come on, I need you in me!" he yelled, cheeks a deep blush from the sensations.

As Leo gripped Nico's hips harder, getting prepared and Leo getting even more excited, there was a loud CRASH in Leo's machine cave.

"Shit!" Leo quickly popped out of his boyfriend and pulled up his pants, running to the scene of the commotion. Unfortunately, one of his favorite projects had toppled, falling to bits and pieces of metals and parts on the floor.

Leo put his hands in his hair, it catching fire, "What the Hades?!"

Nico, however, had slowly pulled his clothes back on, rolling his eyes at Leo's outburst. "You can fix it, babe."

"I worked for weeks on this!" he complained.

Nico exhaled. Normally he'd be more supportive, but he just couldn't take it today. Leo was always prioritizing his hobbies and projects over Nico. It was okay a few times, everyone needs space and something that interested them, but it was getting to the point where they couldn't go on dates because he was busy "working on a project" or, like today, he was too focused on the wellbeing of machines he'd just strip a week later to have sex with his partner.

It was frustrating and Nico was tired of putting his all in a relationship, especially a publicly gay relationship, if he wasn't receiving the same.

"Whatever, Leo. I'm going to the dining pavilion for dinner," he grumbled.

Leo swiveled around, "What do you mean whatever?"

Nico shrugged, putting up an emotional wall, "Ask your machines." With that, he grabbed his jacket and walked out.

A few hours later, Nico was rolling around in his bed. He was feeling down, self-isolating in the comfort of his sheets. He felt the passion, the flare, the spark in his heart... dimming. It wasn't running out, he was just getting ready to extinguish it.

There was a knock at the door, but Nico didn't even get up to see who it was. He simply yelled out, "Come in!"

Of course, it was Leo. Nico glanced up and squinted his eyes, wanting to glare but not wanting to come off as petty.

"Can we talk?" Leo offered in a serious voice. No joking matter, he'd figured.

Nico shrugged, "Your mouth is open. I'm listening. I think we're talking."

Leo sighed, "I don't know what I did to upset you. Can I?"

Why does he have to be emotionally mature when it counts? Nico complained in his head, wanting to be angry but appreciating the authentic communication.

"Fine," he stated simply, sitting up and brushing his hair behind his ears. "You never put me first."

Leo crinkled his eyebrows, "Of course I do!"

"Not when it comes between you and your work."

Leo shifted. "I... didn't realize."

"I know," Nico said, "How could you? You never gave me the time of day to tell you. Besides almost having sex with you, I've seen you a total of two times all week." There was an edge to Nico's voice, but he wasn't wrong.

"I-"

"Don't," Nico interrupted. "I know you're sorry. I just... want things to change. Okay?"

Leo nodded obediently. He wasn't sure how he'd make it work, but he would. Nico was the first non-mechanical invention he'd bonded so closely with since his mother died. He couldn't lose Nico, not for the world and definitely not for his stupid metal craft projects.

Nico sighed, "I'm sorry I was so angry at you."

Leo stepped forward this time, "It made sense. It's okay."

Without hesitation, Nico reached for Leo's hand. They always bonded physically, after all. When they touched, a fire lit up on Leo's nose, and he pat it out. Nico smirked, realizing it wasn't the only flame that had ignited in that moment.