Passionate moans and the squeak of the bed frame as two lovers fell into it. Ghiaccio lay on the bed listening from the other side of the wall. Again.

He closed his eyes and swallowed the bile rising in his throat.

Fourth night in a row.

Sleep once again interrupted by a woman's giggle and the low crooning of his partner's voice. Ghiaccio took a deep breath and closed his eyes. But sleep wouldn't come. It never did, and he would lay awake in the darkness listening. And eventually, he wouldn't be able to help himself. Not tonight, he thought, I won't do it tonight. Yet, his hand always found its way into his pants. Pretending those low intonations were being murmured in his own ear briefly quelled the sadness in his heart. It was either cry or be a pervert.

Ghiaccio reached into his pants.

His heart raced as he listened to the sounds of his partner pleasing another. He ran a hand up under his shirt and touched his chest. He tried to disconnect from the hand, trying to imagine it was Melone's on his skin. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes the bitch's voice cut through, shattering the fantasy. This one wasn't that vocal, so he could focus on his partner's soft crooning tonight.

He liked hearing them kiss. That was the easiest way to insert himself. No voices. Just the sound of two mouths. Two mouths that became his and Melone's in the darkness of his room.

"...like that?" Melone's voice cut through the wall.

"Yes..." Ghiaccio whispered into the darkness. The imagined weight of a body, the hand on his dick no longer his own.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"Ah, god, I want it," he panted quietly. "Give it to me, Melone."

"Ah, baby... you feel so good..."

"Yes, oh, Melone... ah, fuck me, please..." Ghiaccio bit his lip as he stroked himself faster. The squeaking of Melone's bed increased with his shift in tempo. He longed for that lascivious tongue to run along the back of his teeth. His face peppered by the fronds of lavender hair overtop him. Those green eyes staring into him as they smiled mischievously at their handiwork. The number of dreams Ghiaccio had had where those eyes told him to do all sorts of deviant things, and he gave in every time. He knew if his partner ever actually suggested doing something, Ghiaccio wouldn't say no. As much fight as the assassin put up every day, Ghiaccio knew that he would crumble before Melone in an instant. All it took was a look and a few simple words.

"Ghiaccio, come here..." It would start with a kiss, and then Ghiaccio would be on his knees.

The image of his face buried into his partner's crotch—one hand on that bare hip—made him audibly groan. He gasped and quickly covered his mouth but the woman was still moaning.

He hadn't been noticed.

Ghiaccio resumed his fantasy. Melone was close. He could tell just by the pitch of his moans. Ghiaccio liked to try and time his orgasm with Melone's. It made him feel closer. "Ah, gattino, I'm so close..." He heard the inevitable warning from Melone.

"Ah, yes... me too, Melone..." Ghiaccio bucked his hips. The sound of Melone's orgasm crashed over him in a wave of euphoria as he soon followed, egged on by the sound. Finished, Ghiaccio ran a hand through his damp curls and breathed slowly. He grabbed his pillow and wrapped his arm under it, cradling it against his head as he would do to his partner after laying down next to him. He tried to recall Melone's scent to his mind, thinking of how much he would love to inhale that smell at this moment. He could have sworn he'd caught the scent, but it was so fleeting he couldn't be certain.

The two voices talked softly next door. He couldn't make out all the words, but it didn't matter. He imagined Melone would be lighting up a cigarette after. What he wouldn't give to be the cigarette as Melone placed it between his lips.

"I love you."

Every time. He said it to all of them. A tear ran down Ghiaccio's cheek.

"I love you too," he always whispered back. Cry or be a pervert. He always promised to do neither yet always ended up doing both by the end of the night.

Fuck...

—and the tears slipped from his eyes.