Under the Mask [Meloghia]

Chapter 4: Textual Intercourse

"Melone, open the fucking door!" Ghiaccio yelled as he knocked and twisted the doorknob. It was locked but he still kept trying. He could freeze the lock and just bust it off but then he'd have to explain to Risotto later why that had been necessary. He really wanted to keep this between the two of them. He took a deep breath and sighed. He spoke next in a calmer voice, "Mel, come on, let me in...."

So obviously Melone was still upset. He just didn't realize how upset. He wasn't sure what to do or say that would make it better. He rested his forehead against the door. I never should have pulled into that goddamned alley...we should have just gone back to base. If I hadn't been so damn pent up, this wouldn't have happened. I still have to work with him.

"God-fucking-dammit! " Ghiaccio growled and smacked his palm against the door and walked back to his room.

He slammed the door behind him and kicked his desk chair over. He screamed at the pain in his barefoot. He was angry but still horny, a dangerous combination. He'd done dumb shit in the past because of it. His analytical brain just turned off when he got this horny. He limped over to the corner of the room and looked around. Where's the damn camera....?

He searched each of the walls feeling around. He didn't know what he was looking for. He knew it was probably high tech if Melone had installed it. When did he find time to do this? Did everyone else know about these cameras, or did Risotto not tell them for a reason? He finally found the damned thing in the corner next to the door. It was very small and he didn't see a red light. They really wanted these hidden....was this really Risotto's doing, or just Melone being paranoid? Or was it all a cover story for Melone's rampant perversions? It wouldn't surprise him. The camera wasn't obvious due to his closet door always being open. It didn't block the camera but it certainly made it less noticeable. He sat down on the bed and pulled his shirt and pants off.

Fine, I'll make you come out of that room.

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Melone had finally stopped crying and just laid staring at the ceiling. He didn't have the heart to open the door when Ghiaccio had pounded on it earlier. He definitely didn't want to deal with him angry; he'd rather talk when he was calm. If he ever calms down long enough. Maybe if I get him high or something....he's usually more receptive then. How would he even bring it up? He could imagine Ghiaccio rolling his eyes and exuding annoyance at his emotional outpouring. He couldn't imagine a single scenario where he said those words he longed to say and not have Ghiaccio laugh cynically at him. He still thought getting Ghiaccio intoxicated in some way would be the best option, but he usually didn't handle alcohol well.

His phone vibrated on his nightstand, snapping him out of his thoughts. He rolled onto his side and reached out for the phone. He flipped it open and saw a text from Ghiaccio. He wasn't sure if he wanted to look at it. It could be a page long rant, it'd happened before. Melone had gotten many angry texts during missions when it was unwise to be making noise, but Ghiaccio still felt the need to yell at him for something. He could only imagine the names that Ghiaccio would sling his way after what happened in the kitchen. Tease. Whore. Fag. That last thought made him want to put his phone back on the nightstand altogether. He'd seen this behavior before. Guys that just want sex and then get angry when you catch feelings for them. Melone had a bad habit of being clingy in almost a creepy way and that usually got him chewed out and the fling ended.

He didn't want that to happen again. Not with Ghiaccio, who he had to spend most of his hours with due to all the missions they were sent on together.

His finger hesitated over the button, but curiosity won out.

G: Check the feed.

He heard a sound from the wall and sat up. It was too quick so he couldn't be sure about what he had heard. Then he heard a long low groan. His heart hammered in his chest. Ghiaccio's room was right next to his. He got his laptop out and brought up the live feed. His heart was pounding so hard it was causing his hand to shake as he cycled through the feeds in the house. The blood pounded loudly in his ears as he stopped on the one in Ghiaccio's room. His breathing was coming in ragged gasps as he looked at the sight before him.