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The snow was falling heavily against the window of the cabin as Martín looked out of it while a cigarette in his hand provided a small, fleeting comfort.

"Is everything okay?" Andrés called out to him. He turned back to his companion and the fleeting comfort immediately vanished, leaving only anxiety in its place.

"What do you think, Andrés?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, gesturing to the heavy snowfall outside. His friend followed his vision and realized Martín's predicament.

"I think we should get some sleep for now," Andres promptly changed the subject. "We'll see what we can do when the morning arrives."

As Martín turned back to the window, he lit up a cigarette and puffed out a cloud of smoke . 

Maybe Andres was right. Sleep might do wonders for them. For him. 

But first , he decided to finish that smoke, mind drifting back to almost 3 years back when Andres was forced to make a choice.

(X)

"Sergio was talking about you," Andres said, as he stopped writing in his book and looked up. "He said you are in love with me. Is it true?"

And what could Martín do, apart from changing the topic as best as he could?

So, it went on for a few minutes. Andres would try to pry the truth out of him and he would deflect and misdirect . 

In the end, Andrés got his truth but in turn, he revealed everything Sergio said about Martín. Volatile, dangerous, unpredictable and much more.

*

"He told me to cut you off from the heist at the Mint," Andres finished with a sigh. 

"And, what do you want to do?" Martín asked him in a neutral voice, trying his best not to reveal how hurt he was by Sergio’s words. His betrayal.

Andrés thought for a careful moment. And then, "Come with me," he pleaded, his eyes holding nothing but the truth. "Please. I will not do this alone. Not without you. Never without you, no matter what Sergio has to say about you."

Martín was taken aback. He knew what those words meant. And as if Andrés had read his mind, he spoke, "That way, we can also have the money we need to steal the gold. Who knows, maybe the idiots Sergio will recruit could be helpful to us for our gold?"

And somehow, with a heavy heart, Martín agreed. 

Because the only other option was to leave Andrés and he would rather abandon his life's work than not have him. 

(X)

The morning rolled in with more snow and a call from the reception of the hotel saying that they were requested to stay indoors for their own safety as there was a snowstorm outside. 

But somehow, Martín felt better than the previous night, courtesy of a sleep that didn't haunt him with nightmares. 

Specifically with the ones of the Mint .

Since he had nothing better to do, he decided to take a better look at the cabin they were trapped in. Something he didn't do last night because he was too anxious about the weather.

The cabin was not that big. It consisted of two beds (which he was more than grateful for), a fireplace near the window and two chairs that offered the view outside. Which, at the moment, was nothing more than the white carpet of snow.

To top that, there was no source of news or entertainment at hand, because the fucking snowstorm had cut off the television cable and there was only the telephone book to pass the time.

"Buenos dias, Martín," he heard the idiot say to him as he came out of the shower. But he didn't feel as anxious as he felt last night.

He nodded back in answer and tried to find something to entertain himself with. There was some alcohol they had managed to bring with them and some of it was even provided by the hotel staff.

But it was only nine in the morning and he had no intention of getting drunk that early in the day, so he turned to Andrés.

"What do you want to have for breakfast?"

(X)

Despite Sergio's meticulous planning, teaching and training for five long months, to the point everyone had known the plans like the back of their hand, there were several things that had gone wrong.

From Tokyo fucking up in the first hour to the hostages gravely injuring Oslo in their coup for escape, Martín's sanity was only hanging by a thin thread and it took all of his self-control not to blow up the Mint to reduce it to mere rubble.

In spite of everything he had done in his power to salvage the heist, all of them had nearly died towards the end and it was only pure luck on their side that had allowed them to escape with Oslo as their only casualty. 

When they reached international waters and it was decided that he and Andrés would go back to Florence, all Martín felt was a dull relief.

(X)

Andres could see that Martín was getting impatient and twitchy as the day passed and it was only a matter of time until he would snap.

They had come all the way to the Alps for a small heist and for the person they were going to rob, who stayed in the same hotel and in a cabin very close to theirs. The precise reason why Andres had chosen this specific room for them.

(X)

When they’d arrived back in Florence, it was as if no time had passed at all and they had easily gone back to their perfect routine.

But Andres never got together with any woman after that. He did once for a week, but somehow, it felt as if he was tainting his relationship with Martín, despite him showing no aversion, so he gave up on dating after that. 

He and Martín together, fighting against the world. Just like it was always meant to be. 

Like it was heaven .

But even heaven couldn't last too long and he would find Martín looking over the plans to steal the gold with a longing look.

At first, he tried to distract his friend but it was his plan too so he found himself perfecting the imperfect impossibility along with Martín. 

But then, when Martín asked him, "When will we attack the Bank?" Andres was trapped in a dilemma , the hardest choice he ever had to make - the one he’d told Sergio about.

His brother's happiness or the plan of his soulmate?

And Martín didn't like the answer. He saw the exact moment he lost his optimism and instead let his temper consume him.

It resulted in devastating consequences as Martín would always lead their conversations to the heist. 

Andrés had pleaded, begged and even lashed out at Martin to make him stop but his soulmate wasn't one to give up and thus, they argued more often than not.

(X)

Unfortunately for them, everyone was still trapped in the snowstorm and despite the day having turned to night, there was still no way that the snowstorm was going to stop and certainly no way for them to carry out their small heist.

In spite of them spending the entire day in the company of each other, talking about everything and nothing and the passing of time almost unnoticeable to them, Martín's doubts were starting to infect him too and he wondered whether it was a mistake to come all the way here. 

(X)

In the end, Andrés had found a way to take Martin's mind off the gold plans. One day, he burst into the kitchen with a bunch of papers in hand.

"I have something for you," he said as Martín looked at him, perplexed. "Come with me."

He proposed stealing. Nowhere as big as the gold but something just as close to Martín's heart.

"An ancient Tumi," he started, as he showed a picture of the precious artifact. "Something that should have belonged to the Sicán people but was stolen during the Spanish colonization."

A conflicted look crossed Martín's face and he knew what he was thinking. 

"It was bought by a German businessman in an auction in Switzerland three days back," he explained further. "And guess what? He is on his yearly vacation to the Alps and currently has that Tumi with him. "

Almost two minutes passed before Martín said something.

"And you want me to steal that?"

"Yes," he said in excitement but realized what it proposed so he clarified his thoughts. 

"But I am not asking you to steal this as a compensation for the gold. Nothing will match that. But I want to do this. Please."

Martín was having an internal conflict and when it looked like this attempt would fail too, his answer surprised him.

"Okay," he said slowly with a nod of his head. "Let's do this."

He could only mumble his thanks again and again as he crushed Martín in a hug. But that bastard only chuckled at him.

"You do know you manipulated my love for my history and hatred for the colonizers to get me to agree, right?"

And then, it was bliss again for them as they got back into the plan to steal the Tumi.

Even if it was only for a short while.

(X) 

In the end, another day passed waiting for the damned storm to stop when Andrés came up with an idea.

It was stupid and better suited for children, but still , he blurted out.

"Let's play truth or dare."

Chapter Text

"Let's play truth or dare," Andres suggested confidently.

Martín looked at him like he had gone completely mad, which wasn't far from the truth because staying in a cabin with no access to the outside world was slowly driving him crazy. Driving them both crazy.

"You…" Martín stuttered, completely surprised. "You want us to play truth or dare?" A nod was his answer. "A game that is meant for teenagers?"

Andrés nodded again in affirmation although his resolve got less sure by the second. "We have nothing better to do than to wait and we have the whole day on our hands." 

He said, gesturing to the morning view outside the window which was only snow and nothing else.

"Okay," Martín smirked at him. "Let's do this then."

Andres only matched his smug look as they decided upon the rules.

(X)

"Are you sure you want to do this without alcohol?" Martín asked him as they got more comfortable to start the game.

"Yes, it's ten in the morning and I have no intention to poison my liver this early."

Martín rolled his eyes as Andrés clapped his hands and went first.

"Truth or dare?"

"Let's start off tame. Truth."

"Whatever," Andrés rolled his eyes. "Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

Martín thought for a second. "Yep," he said, popping the 'p'."Once with a girl in high school. Sex was good and all but I didn't feel anything. That's how I knew I was totally into men."

Andres only shrugged at that, as he went on with the game.

"Okay so, truth or dare?"

"Truth." 

Martín thought for a while before speaking up. "Have you ever had the urge to kill someone for no reason?"

Andres' features darkened up before he answered. "Remember my old gang?" Martín nodded. "I would kill them at any given time."

Martín knew who he was talking about. The bunch of backstabbing fuckers consisted of some wannabe hacker chick, two good-for-nothing thugs, an adrenaline junkie bitch and some old guy who was better off in an old age home. 

*

The heist had gone wrong in all the ways. Keila's code was overrun by cyber security and Bruce and Roi had unnecessarily killed three guards. 

Damian and Cameroon saw that the diamonds they came for were already stolen and the cops had closed in way too close for their liking.  

So, they all fled without him, leaving Andres alone to fend for himself and he had somehow managed to hide in some alleyway when he heard someone.

"They left without you, huh?" He turned to look at a man who had a smug grin and the diamonds they were supposed to steal in his hand. 

In a flash, Andrés found himself crowded against the wall by the man, shielding them both from the cops who had passed by the alleyway.

It was a while before the man spoke again.

"Come with me," the man suggested. "Either you can stay here and get caught or you can follow me and be my partner in crime."

Andres laughed at that. "And what makes you think I will agree?"

"I know you, Andres de Fonollosa. I have been following your work for some time now. You need someone with brains and loyalty and I need someone with quick hands and better connections. We can make a good team. Maybe even the best."

Andres thought of that for a moment.

"What do you say?"

With that, Andres knew it was time to chuck the gang he once used to call his and golden and turned to the man with a smirk. 

"Well, I would like to know the names of the people I partner with."

"Martín Berrote."

(X)

"I would kill them for you too," Martín whispered. And then, he leaned in. "Do you want Jakov to kidnap them or something? Maybe you can torture them nicely?" He wiggled his eyebrows at that.

At that, Andres laughed out loud. "They are probably burning with jealousy at the success of the Mint heist."

But Martin's smile faltered and Andres quickly realized his mistake in mentioning it.  

"Truth or dare?" He asked, way quicker than he would have.

"Dare."

"Eat a sandwich without using your hands."

"What the hell?" Martín good-naturedly whined as Andrés got him one.

He did it, even though he cussed at least five times and Andres laughed at him all the while. His friend earned a pillow to his face.

"Fuck you!" He snapped at him as he picked up the last piece, which only made him laugh louder. 

"So, what is it this time?" Martín spoke with that last piece still in his mouth.

"Truth."

He paused for a moment as he swallowed. "Have you ever done hard drugs?"

It was a while before Andres answered. 

"Heroin," he was surprised as Andrés only shrugged. "Snorted it off a stripper during the stag night of my first wedding."

Martín only whistled teasingly at him. "No wonder why your marriage didn't last long."

A pillow was thrown at his face as he chuckled at Andrés. 

"Your turn."

"Well, truth," Martin shrugged.

Andrés smirked dangerously at him before he asked his question. "Did you ever have sex with more people than three ?"

Martín matched his look. "It was an orgy back in uni. The five of us kept going at it for hours. None of us could even walk properly for the next two days."

Andres didn't know if his friend was lying but he did know that the thought of Martín doing that made him feel more bothered than he should have.

He shifted a bit as Martín went on. 

"Let's go with dare this time," Andres said boldly.

"Alright then," Martín clapped his hands with a cheshire grin. "Do a body shot off me."

"What?!" 

"You heard me," Martín stood up and got a glass, salt and a small bottle of tequila. 

"Let's do this then," Andrés said with all the courage he could muster as he saw Martín take off his shirt and pour a glass for him. 

"Cheers," Martín winked at him cheekily as he lay down on the floor while placing a wedge of lemon in his mouth. 

But Andres wasn't the one to back out. 

So, he perfectly downed the shot from the glass on his stomach, licked the salt on his chest and neck and took the wedge between his lips.

By the end of that, both of them were breathing heavily.

"Damn," Martín whispered in awe. "I didn't know you could do that."

Andres shrugged, despite being just as bothered as him, if not more . "But I enjoyed it. Really enjoyed it."

It was almost a minute before Andres remembered that it was his turn to ask.

"So, what will you choose?"

"Since we are getting bold," Martín paused to put on his t-shirt, which honestly in Andres' opinion was a damn shame. 

"We got bold two rounds ago!"

"I'll pick dare."

Andres thought about it. He had many options to go throu-

When suddenly, he was struck with an excellent idea.

"Do a lap dance," Martín quirked an eyebrow at him. 

" Since you insist so much," he stood up to stretch a bit, making a whole show of being forced to do it, despite the twinkle in his eyes giving him away.

There was no music for them, but Martin had somehow managed to make it work. Every one of his movements was so sensual that Andres started feeling hot, despite the cold snowstorm outside. 

His hands framed Martín's hips as he straddled him for his ending pose while keeping eye contact. Their lips were a mere hairsbreadth away and breaths mingling, the tension now very much evident. 

He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't notice Martín getting off of him. The effect was instantaneous as he felt the chill of the air once again. 

"What's your pick for now?"

"Huh?" It took a while for Andres to register that it was his turn to choose now and took a deep breath in an attempt to clear his head.

"Dare," his voice was breathy. He cleared his throat. "I'll go with a dare."

It was a minute of Martín pacing around the room, thinking of his dare when he stopped in front of the window. He could see the cogs turning in his head and the exact moment of eureka to turn to him.

"Win against me in a snow fight ."

"This is outrageous!"

*

In spite of his outburst and rants, Andrés found himself out in the snow with Martín, covered head to toe in warm clothes with fire in his eyes.

"The first one to hit their opponent fifteen times wins," Martín smirked as he prepared his first shot. "And I am winning this."

"In your dreams, Berr-" his monologue was interrupted by a snowball hitting his chest.

"1-0 querido," Martín taunted him but barely five seconds later, he was hit in the face.

"You were saying?"

*

In the end, Martín won as he promised. Mostly because he cheated by counting the rough snow shoved in Andrés' shirt as a point. 

But nevertheless, they found themselves high on excitement and adrenaline. They had a good time in the snow and even though they were hit in the face by the raging snow every now and then, that didn't stop them from having a good time.

Andres was sure their laughter was heard all across the Alps as they entered their cabin, still laughing and clothes now getting wet with the snow melting.

*

They changed out of their wet clothes, and Andrés wrapped them both in a blanket as they sat by the fireplace.

It was a while before Andrés spoke. 

"So, truth or dare?" 

Martín only leaned in closer. "Dare."

He knew it was now or never. Andrés had a question on his mind and he needed it answered for far too long. 

Was he in love with his best friend all along?

Because he didn't know for sure. There were a lot of indications showing that he was but he needed to be sure. And what better way to pass it off casually than a game of truth or dare?

And so, with his heartbeat getting faster, he turned to Martín.

"Kiss me."

Martín looked at him in shock. He met his gaze and didn't back out. 

And then slowly, Martín leaned in but stopped halfway. He wanted Andrés to meet him in the middle so he joined their lips together.

His heart sped up again as he kissed him. It was way better than what he had imagined and as he deepened the kiss, taking his bottom lip in his, he realized that this is the love he wanted all along.

But too soon for his liking, Martín pulled away.

"Wow," Andrés was the first one to break the silence. He knew Martín's thoughts and he wanted to nip them in the bud .

"So, truth or dare?"

"Truth," he said. And whatever he asked, Andres would answer him honestly. 

"What's your biggest regret?"

Andrés thought hard. He went through every single memory of his life to see if there was something more worthy than the answer he was going to give.

His good-for-nothing parents. The five divorces. The golden gang.

But nothing compared. Not even close. And he felt his eyes prickle with tears as he thought of it again. Every moment wasted could have been-

"Andrés?" He asked softly.

"You," he whispered. And realized what he had just said as Martín was taken aback.

"No, I am sorry. Let me be precise," he pulled Martín even closer and took his hands in his. "The biggest regret of my life is not loving you the way you deserve to be loved."

Martín exhaled shakily. "Andrés, it's okay-"

"-no it's not!" Andrés exclaimed. "No, it was not and will never be okay. I was a blind fool to miss it and I made you suffer for it. For years. You don't deserve this. You don't deserve mere scraps," Andrés found himself choked with emotion but continued.

"Why do you think we are here?! I-I just wanted to see you happy! I couldn't stand the sight of your heart breaking every time you look at the plans to steal the gold…"

"Andrés…"

"...and I thought maybe, just maybe, if we stole something else," Tears streamed down their faces freely but Andrés continued. "Maybe I could make you happy. It will be only for some time but-"

"Andrés!"

Martín took his face in his hands and spoke. "I don't care, Andrés. You are here with me and I don't care about anything else. Yes, the gold is my life's work but you are my life and I would rather lose the plan than lose you."

"And even though I might never get to steal the gold and it will make me lash out at you, nothing makes me happier than to see you every day , alive and well."

With that, Andrés found himself being pulled into a tender kiss again. And truth be told, he didn't want to stop.

Not now. Never again.

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The next morning, Andrés woke up in Martín's arms who was still sleeping and there was nothing more he wanted in the world. 

As he turned to look outside the window, the storm had lessened and they would have to wait for only a day more to execute their plan.

But unlike the previous days, he felt he was in heaven as he finally found true love. Speaking of his love, Martín  stirred awake as he took in everything.

"Buenos dias," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on those tempting lips. Martín deepened it a bit before pulling away.

"I could get used to this, you know?"

"You deserve nothing less."

And then, it was a familiar dance between them as they both drank some tea and had whatever the staff had conjured up for the day.

"We can execute our plan tomorrow," Andres said, as he nodded to the window. "The storm will lessen by then and the guy will fuck off to skiing."

"Sounds like a plan," his friend, no, lover noted.

"What do you want to do for today?"

"Stay in bed with you all day," he winked at him. 

"With you in my arms all day? Sounds heaven to me." Andrés threw his words back at him.

With that, something in Martín's expression shifted. He got up, turned the chair to himself and straddled Andres.

"Do you know what my idea of heaven sounds like?" He whispered seductively and rolled his hips a bit, making his lover groan.

"Why don't you show me yourself?" Andres challenged him back, just like yesterday with all his dares. 

And then, Martín was kissing him with all he had while Andrés kissed him back just as passionately. 

He tasted like the coffee and bacon they just had and even though Andres wasn't a fan of coffee, he wanted to chase that taste more. But soon, they had to separate unwillingly because of the lack of oxygen.

"Let's take this to bed."

*

They shed their clothes carelessly as they collapsed onto the bed, laughing and kissing all the while.

For once in his life, someone else took the lead for him and Andrés was more than grateful for it. 

As Martín slowly leaned over him , bracketing his body with his own, he thought it better to voice out his thoughts.

"Martín, wait."

He did.

"You should know that I…" he started but failed to voice his thoughts further. Martín understood what he meant as he placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"I know," he said as he traced a hand on his jaw. "I know and I will be as slow as you want me to be. Don't worry."

The doubts and shame he thought would come as he was naked in front of his lover never did when Martín took all of him in wonder.

"Gorgeous," he whispered, placing a kiss on his neck and moving his way down. Every kiss set his senses on fire and every soft bite was soothed with his tongue as he finally reached his hard erection.

"Wait," Andrés gasped, as he sat up. "I-I want to see you."

Martín obliged with a smile as he settled on his lap. Andres wasted no time in kissing his neck, earning a hitch in his breathing.

He moved down to his chest as he savoured the skin, kissing and marking it as his. Marking Martín as his. It would no doubt leave vivid hickeys as a sweet reminder for the next day but he didn't care. 

Not when his love was being so vocally appreciative, voice hitching with soft moans and whispering all sorts of praises. He slowly pushed him down on the bed, going even further and cursing himself for not doing this sooner.

However, when Andres reached his erection, marveling at it and softly caressing it with his finger, he found himself under Martin once more.

"My turn," he hoarsely whispered. 

And then, Andrés let out a shout as Martín took his cock in his mouth, sucking and moaning like he was the one getting pleasured. His hands took what he couldn't take in his mouth and Andres was making a herculean effort not to come right there and then. 

Martín was relentless, his moans and curses only spurring him further and he had used one hand to pin him down to the mattress, leaving Andres at his mercy.

Just as he knew he neared his orgasm, he stopped Martín. 

"Fuck me," he whispered, voice hoarse with how vocal he just had been but Martin shook his head.

"I would love to but I won't do it without lube and condoms," he explained. 

"Can't spit work though?" 

Martín looked at him in shock. "No! No, not at all! This is not porn, Andrés!"

He took a deep breath and regained his composure. "However, there is something we can try." 

Martín met his eyes as leaned over him, lining up both of their cocks. And then, he started moving. The friction was maddening as Martin kept moving those hips sinfully, grinding against him roughly but also with love like there was no tomorrow.

He took one of his hands and interlaced their fingers, the movement not faltering for even a moment. If anything, Martín's movements became more erratic as they chased their high, too gone to form coherent words and it was only their moans and curses that filled the room.

It was, with Martin sucking the skin on his neck, that he came with a loud shout and harder than he had in a very long time, his love following barely seconds later.

As they came down from that fantastic high, Martín kissed him softly again.

"Wow," Andres whispered. "This was fantastic."

"You know we could have been doing this already if it weren't for you being a stubborn straight guy," Martín cheekily told him.

He only rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

(X)

Ultimately, they did steal the Tumi they had to the Alps for. It was a clean operation, with no one the wiser.

The German businessman had gone for a skiing session as soon as the storm had lessened and they took it as their chance to steal it, the snowstorm later hiding their marks.

By the time he realized his Tumi was stolen, they were already on their way back to Florence and by the time that man started hurling abuses at the hotel staff for not doing their jobs properly, the Tumi adorned their bedroom as their newest decoration.

(X)

1 year later

Andrés was looking at the exit plans of the gold heist when he felt arms wrapping around him.

"I still wonder whatever happened to that German businessman's Tumi," Martín sighed, placing kisses on his neck. "Such a shame it was stolen."

Andrés turned and captured Martín's lips with his own. This was his life now. Every morning they either woke up in each other's arms or would be greeted with a kiss like this.

It was heaven and Andrés would exchange it for nothing.

"I hope the cops arrest them," Andrés mumbled as he pulled away, reluctantly. "It was such a travesty that it was stolen by some crooks."

Martín grinned at him as Andrés followed along with his joke.

"What else do you think they are capable of, amor ?" He asked, as he glanced at the exit plans. 

"I don't know about them," Andrés answered. "But I know you. You are capable of stealing 90 tons of gold from the Bank of Spain."

Just then, a monk hurried to them.

"This came for you," he handed the letter in his hand to Andrés and took his leave just as quickly.

Puzzled, he opened the letter and read it.

"Rio is captured by the interpol," was written in Sergio's unmistakable handwriting. "We need to attack the Bank of Spain."

And then, his puzzlement turned to a dangerous grin as he handed the letter to his love. Few seconds later, he had the same dangerous smile on his face as he took the message in.

"It's time to show the world what we are capable of."

Life was more than perfect now.