TAGS: Pre-Canon, Pre-Arcobaleno Curse, The Chosen Seven Era, POV Third Person Limited

Swearing, Unresolved Sexual and Romantic Tension

Fluff without Plot, Bonding, Making Out, Kisses, Getting Together, Adult Arcobaleno, Implied/Referenced Colonnello/Lal Mirch, Self-Indulgent

WARNING: Not Beta Read

Colonnello taps his finger against the kitchen island, leaning his head against his hand. His focus is on Skull, or he's been pretending it still is anyway, but he tuned him out long ago. Skull is still so goddamn loud all the same even if he doesn't really make out what he's saying anymore, bragging about one of his stunt or another, and he's always especially annoyingly loud whenever he's bragging.

He bursts out laughing in a way that's no way in hell his natural laugh, the sound grating his ears, and his eyebrow twitches as he taps his finger faster. Skull hops down the countertop, talking loud and a mile a minute like they're in separate rooms once more, and brings his empty glass to the sink.

Colonnello stands, not bothering to tell him to lower his voice again when Skull already just laughed him off before. He's going to get a little physical then, a good old shove or jab, or maybe even a kick or a punch if it turns out the lackey just really doesn't want to take the hint today. Then again, when did any of it ever worked before?

Never, or never for long enough at the very least, so when Skull turns back, blinks at his sudden proximity and is probably about to ask him about it in that annoying, loud voice of his he so loves to use, Colonnello grabs a fistful of his shirt and unceremoniously presses his lips against his.

He doesn't close his eyes, not right away, not annoyed to the point of not caring about crossing a boundary any more than he might already be doing. Skull widens his eyes, freezing, stopping breathing, his hands on his waist as he instinctively held onto him for balance when Colonnello pulled him close. He doesn't push him back, though that might just be the shock waiting to wore off.

Colonnello moves his lips against his slowly, experimentally, Skull's lips soft and pliant under his, his lipstick aiding to the smooth brush of their lips together. The movement snaps Skull out of his stupor, squeezing his eyes shut, curling his hands into his shirt. He breathes out a shuddering breath half on his lips and half in his mouth, a faint whimper catching at the back of his throat. He still doesn't push him back, and he shivers when Colonnello absentmindedly hums in approval right against his lips.

Skull's lips are slightly parted open, from the shock of the sudden kiss no doubt, but he ignores it for now. He's more interested in the cool feeling of his piercing against his lip, curious about it, has never kissed someone with a lip piercing before. It's warming up between their lips, digging into his, but it's not an unpleasant feeling.

He flicks his tongue out, pressing the tip of it down onto the piercing deeper into Skull's lip. He licks it in circles, but it's when he sucks at it Skull lets out an earnest whimper, stumbling back. Colonnello settles him against the sink as he catches his piercing between his teeth, resting his free hand on his hip. He pulls at the piercing, careful not to hurt him, but just far enough to induce the faintest painful sensation. Skull shudders, moaning just as earnestly as he whimpered, if not more, and Colonnello's blood runs faster, hotter through his veins.

He pulls away for breath, and without thinking presses their lips right back together again, but harder this time, rougher. Skull's digging his nails into his skin through his shirt, holding onto him like a lifeline, and it'll leave marks, not that he minds. He licks Skull's lip, who opens his mouth instantly, and he jolts when Colonnello catches a hold of his tongue with his, arching his back against him, but then melts, sighing in his mouth.

Colonnello lets go of his shirt to hold onto his hips with both his hands so to keep him still, then angles his head better for a deeper kiss, Skull's mouth warm and slick, his tongue hot against his. They're flush against each other, chest to chest, and it's a heady feeling the way Skull's so compliant between his hands, the knowledge he'd probably let him do anything to him at the moment. It makes his blood rush in his ears, makes the heat in his stomach burn, urges him for more, and giving in to it for a moment, he slips his fingers under Skull's shirt, squeezes bare, cold skin, and lightly, but strong enough to leave marks too, he drags his nails along his skin.

Skull goes weak in the knees, whimpering. He scrambles for purchase even as Colonnello steadies him, holding even tighter on his hips, and likely ends up holding onto the edge of the sink instead of him. He's shaking, getting louder and louder even as Colonnello can tell he's trying not to be, but he's groaning and moaning and whining in his mouth, and Colonnello eagerly, greedily swallows all of it, moving his lips and tongue for even more sounds for him to swallow until his lungs burn from lack of air.

When he pulls back at last, he almost dives right back in again, and has to make an effort to remember why he was even kissing Skull to begin with. He almost feels it a shame then it wasn't, in fact, so they could make out in the kitchen where any of the others could stumble upon them at a moment notice. He's panting, but Skull more so than him, the both of them breathing hot air on each other's lips, still only but inches apart from each other.

Colonnello pulls back fully to take a better look at him, though doesn't step back from him. Like he guessed Skull's holding onto the edge of the sink in a vice-like grip, his knuckles white. He's still shaking, his face flushed red, his lipstick in disarray around his mouth, his lip piercing glossy with saliva. He looks at him with half lidded eyes, blinking slowly, and clearly still entirely out of it.

Colonnello has half the mind to put his leg between Skull's and see if all that blood in his face rushed somewhere else too, see if he could spark the fading lust in his eyes back to life again by pressing said leg just so against him, but he thinks better of it, doesn't even glance down. He gives it a moment, two, waiting and bracing himself for screaming or laughter or even a punch in the face, but Skull's just starting to blink himself back to reality, and yeah, sure, Colonnello's more than happy to take that as a win.

"Finally," he says, no little amount of relief in his voice. "Now just keep being quiet for a bit, for the love of God. Never heard of companionable silence before? Or you just hate silence that much?"

Skull doesn't answer, but he didn't expect him to. He steps back, tentatively loosening his hold on him, but huffs in amusement when it's clear Skull will just fall on his ass if he lets go of him. Instead he drags him to the nearest chair at the island with an arm around his waist, and drops him in it.

"Sit," he says after the fact, unnecessarily so, then makes for the fridge.

He looks at the choices offered to him even if he already knows what he wants, but does Skull even drinks sports drinks? Ah, whatever. He'll just have to start today if he doesn't.

He grabs two cans of his favorite brand, and puts one in front of him. "Drink," he says, but Skull just looks at it, or more like is very purposefully not looking at him, his head bowed down, but it does nothing to hide just how very red he still is.

Colonnello briefly chuckles silently, and moves around Skull to the seat next to him. Skull tenses, but relaxes when Colonnello drags the chair on the other side of the island, taking a seat diagonally from him, next to the stove. He lets his well-earned silence stretch between them, sipping his drink.

"Depends on the kind of silence," Skull mumbles eventually, not raising his head an inch, let alone meeting his eyes. His voice's hoarse, breathless still, and it stirs the pool of heat inside him even as it's cooling down. "Not that you actually cared to hear the answer."

"I did," Colonnello says simply, and leaves it at that. He leans his head against his hand once more, holding his drink with the other one, and lets his eyes trail on Skull.

Skull reaches for his drink, goes as far as opening it, but then only clasps his hands around it. He peers up at him from behind his eyelashes, catching his eye, then looks down at his lips, and quickly looks away again. He couldn't blush redder if he tried, but from the way his hands tighten around his can and his shoulders hunch even more, he would have if he could. "You have some lipstick on your lips, by the way."

"Yeah?" he says, and can't help but lick his lips then, just as Skull bites his lip. "Well?" he prompts him when he doesn't say anything else. "Does it suit me or what?"

Skull snaps his eyes to his. "Wha—?" He gaps, then closes his mouth, opens it again, but closes it again without saying anything. He looks away, groaning pitifully, and hides his face in his hands. "Not your color," he grumbles with a strangled voice.

Colonnello grins, then chuckles in his drink, never once averting his eyes from Skull. Of course he's seen him flustered before, often flustered because of him too, for sure, and though it's always fun to see despite how Skull always makes a whole performance out of it, or maybe because of it, it's the first time he sees him flustered like this. In an honest kind of way where he's just letting himself be flustered, and he's not about to miss even a second of that sight.

It's cuter too like that, he supposes.

Skull huffs, straightening and holding onto his drink again, but it seems more aimed at himself than him. He keeps his eyes on his drink like it's the one he's talking to. "I don't have to worry about Lal because of this, do I?" he asks, and keeps talking over him scoffing. "Because, I mean, it's all your fault anyway."

"Please," he scoffs again. "At most she'll kiss you too to make it even." Skull chokes. He doubles over coughing, then raises the back of his hand to his mouth, but quickly goes for his drink instead. His face's still flushed red, full, soft lips parted around the edge of his can as he gulps its content down, and Colonnello tilts his head consideringly, remembering the sound of his moans in his mouth. "Wait, actually, wouldn't that be super hot to see? Let's tell her together."

Skull chokes on his drink all over again, hard.

Colonnello smiles to himself, and casually brings his own drink to his lips.

A/N: I just really wanted them to kiss, that's all. :heart emoji: Might eventually add this one to my one-shots series too sooner than later, but I quite feel like adding to it a bit, so we'll see.

I hope you enjoyed the story. Any and all review are appreciated.

Thank you for reading!

- Hope