Somehow or another Claude Speed and Tommy Vercetti, two capable (and usually secretive) criminals ended up together, as partners in crime and a bond that evolved and blossomed into something more complex than either of them understood or had felt before. Claude a man of no words, complex to understand, impossible to see behind the serious and stoic of him, Tommy an ambitious and charismatic man like two opposite poles... they were attracted to each other in ways they could not explain.

In the humid and bustling night in Vice City, Tommy, a few days before, had heard certain rumors about a criminal, an expert, capable of doing any job without asking many pretexts or questions. Intrigued, he contacted the enigmatic Claude Speed.

Their first meeting was brief, as Claude prefers actions over words. The neon lights of Vice City bathed the office where they were in a kaleidoscope of colors; Claude and Tommy worked together at various jobs; Tommy, however, was not one to be deterred. He admired Claude's efficiency, his ability to perform any task with precision and delicacy and better yet, without really saying anything about it, like a lapdog. He liked that... No... he loved it.

One night, after a particularly intense mission, the two found themselves on the rooftop of a skyscraper overlooking the city watching the aftermath of their latest successful mission. The air was charged with tension and a palpable electricity that crackled between them. Neither of them spoke. The neon lights of Vice City illuminated the skyline, casting a romantic glow over the scene. Claude reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one and enjoyed the gentle breeze that made his hair ruffle a little; Somehow or another Tommy communicated with his gaze, asking for a cigarette. Without saying a word, he offered one to Tommy and lit it for him.

The flame flickered, casting dancing shadows across his faces as they inhaled the smoke. In that shared moment, surrounded by the pulsating rhythm of the city, they were suspended in time.

It was a stolen moment, a pause in the relentless march of their criminal lives, and as smoke rose into the night air, something changed between them. It was more than just a partnership forged in the fires of crime; It was a connection that transcended every possible limit.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, Tommy and Claude found comfort in each other's company.

Tommy, who was in a club, surrounded by women who did not satisfy the emptiness, an emptiness that as the seconds passed increased and became deeper, quickly in a moment of desperation to feel that forbidden feeling, he contacted Claude, impulsively. He called, internally shouting for her to be there with him but only Tommy's voice resonated on the line - "The party is great, you should come" -

Surprisingly, Tommy sounded too calm even though inside him the flame of that feeling was hungry for his; Minute after minute passed, approximately 30 minutes, but it felt like hours to Tommy, and from the distance, with the thunderous bustle and music around him, he found him, Claude entering the club, eyes calm and his face stoic as usual. Although he looked a little conflicted, for a moment Claude looked for his partner and found him. Tommy watched as Claude, slowly and calmly, approached him.

At a round table, in a corner, sitting across from each other without saying words, the cigarette smoke was the only thing that stood out, while the heartbeat of the city beat beneath them, Tommy took a step closer to Claude. He could feel the heat emanating from the man next to him, the danger that clung to him like a second skin. He was intoxicating.

-"I've never met anyone like you, Claude," Tommy confessed, in a lower, more intimate voice. "In this world of chaos, you are the one I can trust."

Claude's gaze softened.

Claude, who never expresses himself in words, simply pulled Tommy closer and gave him a passionate kiss. In that stolen moment, high above the city that had witnessed his criminal exploits, they found a love that defied the odds.

Tommy took another step and his eyes never left Claude's. The silence was heavy, pregnant with unexpressed desires. He extended his hand and his fingers gently traced the contours of Claude's face, as if he were trying to unravel the mystery that surrounded him.

The touch was electrifying and sent shivers down Claude's spine. In response, he pulled Tommy closer and gave him a searing kiss. The world faded away, leaving just the two of them, entwined in a dance of passion and danger.

Their lips parted, but the connection remained. Tommy's fingers traced a path down Claude's chest, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Claude, typically reserved, surrendered to the intensity of the moment, allowing himself to be consumed by the flames of desire.

In the embrace of night, high above the city that had witnessed his criminal exploits, they discovered a love that defied the odds. A heart stolen, given and received in the shadows, where his vulnerabilities became strengths and his passion lit a flame that would burn brightly in the dark corners of his dangerous world. Their love story remained a well-kept secret, hidden behind the criminal façade. In a world where trust was a rare commodity, Tommy Vercetti and Claude Speed found something priceless: a stolen heart, given and received in the shadows of the night.

NOTES: Okay,,,, this idea originally came up when reading a Claude x Tommy fanfic and I thought it would be cool to do something poetic but with that air of irony, wait for more fanfics, maybe I'll do some while under the effect of narcotics. It was incredible to write this garbage of a fanfic, I plan to make it a one shot saga about this ship. Bye bye. -ALSO, SORRY FOR THE WACKY ENGLIsh! im traslating this from spanish to english-