Welcome to a Newer Day || A Ghiaccio x Risotto Nero Fanfiction

The Feelings

 In a confused frenzy, Ghiaccio quickly moved away and covered his mouth. With a faint grunt, Risotto sat up and sighed.

 "You're a damn fool if you didn't think I didn't hear you. Or at least know of your feelings. Word does get around, you know." His deep red eyes slowly scanned over to the smaller man.

 "But!!- But how?! Who?!" He cried out. "Was it Pesci?! Melone?! I'll kick his ass! I'll fucking freeze his-"

 "Stop the threats. It was Illuso." He said, slowly his mouth formed a small smile. "Out of everyone in the house, I'm surprised you didn't think it was the gossip twins, Sorbet and Gelato." Risotto shook his head and sighed again. He slowly got up from his spot and made his way to the kitchen, pushing on the wall for support. Ghiaccio soon took the small hint and helped him to the table.

 "What are you doing?" Risotto asked, noticing the smaller male beside him.

 "I'm helping. Duh. Can't you see that?"

 "I can see that, but I don't recall asking for any help. It's just to the table." Ghiaccio grew silent. He wasn't good at this, usual he was quiet and didn't interfere with stuff that didn't involve him. What is making this so different?

 Once Risotto was seated, he let out another long sigh. Placing his face into his hands. Ghiaccio sat in front of him, noticing his exhausted movement. 'Poor guy..' he thought to himself, 'Every since this whole shit storm blew over, he's been stressed about this whole thing. I know he says he doesn't care what happens to him. He still needs to protect and care for himself! Or at least someone has too!'

 "Hey. You okay?" Risotto's voice soon broke the Ghiaccio's thoughts. He looked up quickly to meet his pained, yet soft stare.

 "Of course. I was just slightly out of it. I haven't eaten in a few hours." Ghiaccio grumbled to himself. With that being said. Risotto stood up again, wobbling. He placed his hand on the table to catch his balance. Quickly, Ghiaccio stood up but sat down just as fast. Once seeing the hardened stare of Risotto.

 "I appreciate your help, but I'm not a child. I can move on my own. You sit still." Ghiaccio couldn't do anything but he just simply nodded. Risotto shuffled, making his way to the refrigerator. Opening it to only pull out a few small items. Tortellini, sauce, and some already diced up vegetables. Black eyes followed the tanned man as he slowly started to cook. Ghiaccio had the nerve to tell him to sit down and rest, but of course, he didn't take any chances of getting scolded. So instead, he merely observed Risotto.

 The white-haired man soon placed a hefty bowl in front of Ghiaccio. He snapped out of his small daydream and looked down, watching as his leader set down another plate in front of him.

 "I'll be eating with you..please, enjoy the food." Risotto nodded down to him. Fixing his red frames, Ghiaccio looked back down at his plate. In slight awe, everything was gorgeous. The pasta was handsomely coated by the hearty crimson sauce. His mouth started to water. Risotto had already started to eat his portion. Slow, but still managing to make a dent. Ghiaccio gulped and took not a second later to soon devour the serving. It was hot, but he didn't care. The sweet and savory taste was everything he had wish for. It was amazing. Like something from a fancy restaurant in Venice.

 "Careful, you might choke if you keep eating that fast." Risotto said with a faint chuckle. Ghiaccio took a large gulp of his wine, as well as Risotto.

 "I don't mind choking if your stuff is this good-" He blinked. Risotto nearly choking on his drink. He covered his mouth with a napkin and glared at the reddened iceman.

 "The hell did you just say?"

 "What?! Nothing! I didn't say anything!" Ghiaccio scoffed, going back to his food. Risotto couldn't help but crack a small smile. Seeing his small comrade like this, so..bashful, made his heart feel a little different. Risotto finished the last bit of his food and wine. Ghiaccio quickly stood up once everything was finished.

 "Ah, don't worry capo. I got the dishes." He said with a nod, happily taking all the silverware to the sink. The kitchen soon filled with silence. The only noise that was heard, was the faint noise of the ticking clock. It was comfortable. Something Ghiaccio wasn't really used too. Though, he soon felt a presence behind him. His body began to stiffen once he left the warm touch of something on his sides. Quickly, he looked up. Risotto?

 "Me..being this close to you. This isn't uncomfortable is it?" He asked, his voice much lower but sweeter than normal. Ghiaccio was in awe. Usually, if you see someone at this angle, its not very flattering, but for Risotto. It was something very different.

 "Yeah! No! I'm fine with this.." Ghiaccio replied, gulping as he quickly moved his gaze back to the dishes. Risotto only nodded and soon wrapped his arms around the smaller male. Ghiaccio's face heated up. "Relax! It's okay! Maybe he just wants to help! Nothing more!!" The smaller Italian yelled to himself.

 "Your body.." Risotto began, slowly moving his hands up Ghiaccio's tone figure. "It still amazes me. How your body is just like your stand. Nimble, slim, and cold. You make me want to hold onto you...I'm usually a very hot-to-the-touch person. I can get used to being like this." Ghiaccio jolted, feeling the Sicilian's large hands graze over his ticklish sides. Soon, a loud his was heard. Risotto quickly looked down and blinked. "What happened- Your hand!" Ghiaccio quickly moved his hand away.

 "No, I'm fine! Don't worry about- ah!" He grunted, Risotto sighed and looked at the cut. Scanning it, seeing how deep it is. Ghiaccio's eyes watched as small silver like beads slowly surfaced from the cut. He looked away, then looked back. Metallica made their way around his wound, happily helping it back to "normal". Risotto looked back at the smaller Italian.

 "Please be more careful. I wouldn't want this to be any deeper.." He cooed, slowly raising Ghiaccio's hand to his mouth. His dark tongue slowly darted out and licked up the little bit of blood that was leaking from the stitched cut. "All better?" He asked, looking from the hand to Ghiaccio's dark black eyes.

 "Ah..yeah, thanks capo.." He softly purred. Risotto nodded and pulled him for a soft embrace, moving the hand back to his lips. His thick, soft lips gently pecked the palm and around the cut. Ghiaccio grunted, softly wiggling around. His chest was on fire, a feeling he wasn't normally used too. The blue-haired man slowly leaned back against Risotto, to which he spoke.

 "Why don't we move to the room..I'm sure you're very tired after today, yes?" The white-haired man questioned. Ghiaccio looked up at the man, his eyes were lidded heavily and filled with desire..passion. Risotto smiled back down at him and took that as a yes. He moved everything in place for the morning and hoisted up Ghiaccio, wrapping his legs around his waist. "Just let me take the lead..don't worry about anything else. Okay?" He spoke sweetly, planting soft kisses on the iceman's face and neck. Ghiaccio mewled softly and nodded.

 Once they walked out of the kitchen, they slowly headed up the dimly lit staircase.