They got off Ethan's private jet and stepped onto the rich soil of Europe, already seeing the city lights in the distance. Benji almost squealed in excitement when he finally realized: He was actually going to an opera! A proper, expensive, European opera! And with the man he had crushed on for years. He looked over to said crush and smiled, taking his hand and leaning up to give a kiss on the cheek. The normally brutish, manly man, almost-just almost-blushed at this display of affection.

They took a cab to the hotel (only the best of the best in Austria) and they just couldn't keep their hands off of each other. And when they got there, that was a completely different story.

Benji practically ripped Ethan's clothes when they stepped through the door, tossing his shirt and trousers off to nowhere. They made out on the bed for a good half hour before they broke apart.

"We-"Ethan went back to kissing his neck, but Benji calmly pushed him back. "We need to get ready, Ethan." He got up, looking at his bruised neck in the mirror. "Damn…well this was never a problem I've had to deal with before. New experiences, every day, the Ethan Hunt life!" He said sarcastically, turning to look at Ethan and grinning.

8:00 Vienna Opera House

The both of them were both very well dressed, suit and tie, then again if they weren't, they wouldn't be let in in the first place, so they brought their best. Benji gripped onto Ethan's jacket sleeve as he was finally able to admire Vienna as a city, not a mission, and it was so much more beautiful. At night the bright lights shone on the wet concrete, giving them a perfect reflection and a wonderful chance to take photos, but they weren't tourists, it would be cheesy and rude to take a picture.

But as Benji looked to his partner, he noticed that Ethan didn't have the same sparkle in his eye that he loved to see, that shine that made him smile when he was in the heat of the moment, and he began to worry. 'Did I do something wrong?' He looked down to his clothes. 'No, nothing out of place…' He nudged his elbow a little.

"Is something wrong, darling?" He asked, but his voice was drowned in the crowd, so he stayed quiet and decided it would pass. 'Maybe he's self-conscious about me being on his arm? No, being gay was acceptable in Austria, so that couldn't have been it.'

The hallways were pristine, Benji noticed, as they walked to their coat check closet, but still the problem bothered him with Ethan, what could've been wrong? They found the small room and double checked their number before going in. 'I am not a child, I shouldn't be laughing at a stupid number.' He thought as he looked at the plaque and read it '420'. He still smiled to himself.

As the door closed behind him, Benji found himself being pushed against a wall and kissed. At first he was startled, but soon realized his situation and reached up to run his fingers through Ethan's hair.

"Why were you acting like that? All serious-faced, I mean." He breathed between kisses.

"I was so nervous, there could've been a bomber, or an assassin or-"Benji put his index finger up to shush his partner.

"I'm still here, aren't I? Nothing's going to happen, dear. Besides, I can defend myself." Ethan stared blankly at him.

"A month ago you had a bomb strapped to your chest that could've blown up all of London, can I be a little worried at least?" The blonde began to laugh and shake his head, beginning to take his suit jacket off and put it on the coat rack.

"Go ahead, and while you worry your pretty little ass off, I'm going to enjoy a beautiful opera and have some fine rose wine." He finished with a huff and began to dramatically walk out of the door opposite of the one they entered, he heard behind him a disappointed grunt that was easily discernable from any other. A smirk grew on his lips as he rolled up his sleeves and looked down at the red velvet curtain blocking the stage as they set up the beautiful beginning scene. The door clicked open and closed quickly and Benji glanced behind him, seeing the beautiful person that was Ethan Hunt.

His sleeves were rolled up, making his outfit go from a 5 to a 10 in .01 seconds. He was still wearing his tie, but it was obviously loosened, making him go from a 10 to a 6,000, but maybe it was the lust exaggerating it. But who cared? He certainly he didn't… and to top this whole beautiful scene, his hair was slightly messed up, and Benji blushed as he realized he was the cause of it being practically ruined.

"I…" He was at a loss for words as Ethan walked forward, sitting to Benji's right on their personal corner of the opera. Ethan caught him staring and smirked, placing his hand on the inner side of his partner's upper thigh, making him jump for a moment. Then he moved his hand upwards, and upwards still until-

"I would like to welcome you to the Vienna State Opera, or in German, the Weiner Staatsoper!" Ethan lurched forward in his seat, attempting not to laugh at the odd name. Benji didn't try in the first place, and he was already doubled over, trying to laugh as quietly as possible.

"Goddamnit, we're professionals Ethan, we can't be laughing at this!" He whisper-laughed. Eventually they managed to feign seriousness, but it was a difficult task.

"Today, we are presenting-" He paused. "The Tempest!" There was a loud clap that roared through the seats as the announcer began to open the curtains, and the performers appeared, ready to begin act one, but honestly, the two IMF agents couldn't have cared less, because they were staring into each other's eyes as the light shone on the stage and spread to their corner.

"Jesus, Benji, you're beautiful…" Ethan whispered as Prospero and Miranda said their first lines of dialogue.

"Look who's talking, the guy that people assume is a womanizer, turns out to be bisexual." Benji grabbed Ethan's hand and pulled it up just far enough to touch his crotch. In that second, something in the Brit's eyes changed from starry to lustful, and Ethan loved it.

"Coat check closet?" Ethan asked.

"Coat check closet."