DARoma: I'm thinking of making this a mini-series, and making separate stories with other games like 'Never Have I Ever' and other...ideas with a different grouping, like the Soviet Union or the Kirklands. Send me requests; we're here to serve you lovely ladies...and men. *winky*
Romano: Blah blah...the perverted bitch doesn't own us, thank god. Why the hell do you do this to me?
Spain: But Looooviiiii~ You liked it...
Romano: Sh-shut up! Bastard.
France: Ohnhonhon~ I know I liked it~
DARoma: And while the sexual tension continues, feel free to read this~
((Contains PrUk, FraSpaMano, sexy male time, mentioned FraPru, FraSpa, FraMano, and EngMano, threesomes, Romano's mouth, Spain's video collection, France, truth or dare, and relationships (because they're dangerous)
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Romano felt his face go redder as France caught his eye over the coffee table and smirked seductively. For some reason Spain was having a party, and he'd invited four other people, including his Italian protégée, the potato bastard's brother, the British asshole, and France. At the moment they were sprawled all over the living room, drunk out of their minds, the TV blasting nonsense in the background. Romano himself had been dragged onto Spain's lap, and the clingy bastard wasn't letting go anytime soon. England was facedown on the floor, Prussia was sprawled out on the couch, and stupid France was sitting across from them. Truth be told, he had no idea why England was here; he was under the impression Spain hated him. He'd walked in on him talking with Frenchy earlier about the second macho potato and the tea lover, but they didn't explain.
"I'm bored," Prussia whined.
"Let's play a game, then," Spain said over Romano's shoulder.
"Like what?" England muttered into the carpet.
"Oui! Let's play truth or dare!" France suggested.
Romano felt the blood drain from his face, and England would've done the same if he'd been sober enough. The Bad Touch Trio was notorious in their friends' circle for their games. More than once had they rigged a game, from spin the bottle (how the hell do you even cheat at that) to Never Have I Ever so they got to see action between England and Romano. In fact, they were a little obsessed with it. The worst part of it was Romano was the only one that remembered it in the morning. England always managed to get completely and totally wiped out if there was alcohol.
"Si! Let's play!" Spain agreed.
"Who's going first?" Prussia asked.
"Hm...France? Since you suggested it?"
"Oui. Romano...truth or dare?"
Romano huffed. "Truth."
"If you could be in a threesome with any of the people in the room, who would it be?"
He felt his face flush and scanned the people in the room again. Not England. But that left three of the most perverted bastards on the planet. Prussia seemed like the safest choice...but...
He avoided France's gaze as he spoke, his face flaming. "You. And Spain."
The latter hugged him tighter. "It's your turn, Lovi~" he chirped. Somehow, in being honest, he'd clearly pleased the Spaniard.
"Stupid asshole," Romano muttered. "Prussia, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"...Put one of those pictures you have of Austria on Facebook."
France whistled.
"Challenge accepted. One, two, three, tada!"
Austria was going to kill him.
Prussia's dark red gaze flickered over England's body, and everyone noticed the German was looking at his ass. "England! Truth or dare?"
"Dare," came the reply.
"Hm... Strip. Make it sexy. And stay like that for the rest of the night."
Acid green eyes glared at him as England pulled himself off the floor and slowly flicked open the buttons on his shirt, revealing a white, almost glowing chest. He threw the shirt aside, where France caught it with a whistle. Next came the tight black pants he was wearing, which he wriggled out of before he dropped beside him. Everyone's eyes were on his underwear now, even Romano's. As he stuck a couple of fingers in the wristband to yank them down, they were all silent, even though they'd gotten this far before.
"I hate you all. Perverts," England grumbled as he sat down again.
The kiss between Prussia and Romano was insistent but still precise, the bigger German pressing the Italian into the couch gently. When he pressed his tongue to Romano's lips he was granted access after a slight pause. Spain and France watched, almost in awe, and England averted his gaze, as the pair's tongues slid together, their warm bodies pressed up against each other. Over the course of the game Prussia had lost his shirt, and Romano's delicate fingers traced along his chest. Then Romano's barriers snapped back and he pushed Prussia away, his face flushing yet again. Prussia seemed to shrug, and looked over at France.
"Good enough?"
The blonde chuckled. "Oui."
"Truth or Dare?"
"Hm...Truth."
"How many people in this room have you slept with?"
Romano and England went white, and Spain shrugged to himself. Dark blue eyes travelled over them all with amusement before France returned his attention to Prussia.
"Three, if I don't count myself."
"You didn't need to add that last comment, bastard!"
"So...who hasn't he slept with?"
Everyone glanced at each other, except for France, whose smirk was getting wider by the second, and England, because everyone assumed he wasn't the exception to the rule.
France glanced at Spain. "Truth or Dare, Mon cher?"
"I'll do a dare this time, Francis."
"Do something to mon petit Romano."
"What?"
"Anything you like. Let your mind run wild."
"Hey, wait, I didn't agree with-"
Romano's protests broke off abruptly as Spain's warm breath tickled his neck. A soft kiss was pressed to the side of his neck and the Italian let out a shaky breath, freezing. He glanced at France, who was smiling as Spain unbuttoned a few buttons on the younger man's shirt to push it off one shoulder. Romano continued to glare daggers at France as Spain nuzzled the skin where his neck and shoulder met. Then he bit down, and Romano's eyes fluttered shut as he let out a small whimper.
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"Don't button up your shirt," France said absently as he noticed Romano becoming alert again. The Italian let out an inaudible mutter, his hands dropping to his lap instead of trying to hide the bruised skin mottled along his neck and shoulder. Spain's arms were still tightly around his waist, but Romano couldn't see the other's expression. He wasn't sure he wanted to after that.
"Romano, truth or dare?"
The Italian averted his eyes from France's hungry gaze to focus on England, his cheeks flaming.
"Truth."
"Details on your first time."
It was a weak truth, but no one could deny they were interested. Except maybe England, the very person who'd asked. Romano went even more red. "I-is there any way I can get out of this?" he asked, a note of desperation in his voice. Spain's hands tightened on his waist and Prussia shook his head, a grin on his face. "Nope!"
"...Fuck.
I...I was in France for the world meeting- and he got me drunk, and, he dragged me into a FUCKING closet and, and-"
Multiple glares were sent France's way. The Frenchman shrugged nonchalantly. "He is so beautiful! Would you be able to say no to that?" He gestured with one hand towards Romano, who face was bright red, avoiding eye contact with everyone.
He looked so unexpectedly cute and helpless all the men gathered- except England for no reason other than he wasn't wearing any- suddenly found their pants were mysteriously tighter than before.
That was when they realised.
"Wait. If Romano's slept with France, who hasn't?"
"I thought it was you, Gil."
"Nope. He got me years ago."
"...Tomato bastard?"
Spain smiled sympathetically. "Sorry Roma, I slept with him around the same time Prussia did."
Everyone stared at England.
"Are you serious?"
"W-what are you wankers all staring at?!"
"That...is shocking. "
"Really, tea bastard?"
"And even after all that sexual tension!" Prussia cackled.
"Can we just get on with the game?" England muttered.
"Gilbert. Truth or Dare?"
"You should know by now I will always pick dare!"
"Phone little Ita-chan and pretend to be Germany."
Romano seemed to be of two minds on this dare Spain had decided upon. It was his own brother they were tricking after all. But...it was potentially a very good idea. An entertaining idea. Prussia frowned. "Ita-chan's got my number in his phone, though."
"Use the tea bastard's," Romano supplied.
England looked unsettled as Prussia picked up the Brit's dress slacks and stuck a hand in the pocket, pulling out a sleek silver phone. It was passed to Prussia, who quickly dialled a number and set it to speakerphone.
"Ciao...vee, Feliciano speaking~"
"Ja. This is...Ludwig."
Amazingly, Prussia did sound like his brother when he made the effort. England's large eyebrows raised as he watched. The tiniest smirk appeared on Romano's face. Spain seemed to be sulking about something in the background.
"Ciao Luddy! I'm sorry, I'm a bit bu- Ahh~"
The sound of girls giggling sent the members of the Bad Touch Trio staring at each other and Romano smirking happily as some sultry girls voices took over the line.
"Aw, Feli, sweetie, who are you talking to?"
"Your little friend?"
"Aw, Feli has a little friend~ Maybe he should come to play too~"
"C'mon, Feli, beg and I'll let you cum~"
There was a flurry of noise on the other side of the phone, the speaker on the younger Italian's device picking up moans and gasps for breath, heated words...
"Nein."
Prussia abruptly hung up after his denial, and Romano snickered. "Maria is good at what she does~ Her company is very popular. She's not really my type, but..." he said in a sultry tone. England face palmed. "I knew any relation of the frog's would have this side to them," he said dismally. France raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.
"Hey, Arthur. Truth or Dare?"
England scowled. He thought they'd forgotten about him. He was still naked, but that didn't really matter at this point. What was unnerving was that he had Prussia sitting on the floor near his feet and Francis on the other side of the couch next to him. They were too goddamn close.
"Dare."
Spain smiled, but although it was his normal smile, there was something horribly predatory about it that Romano had seen only a few times in his life, and never outside of sex. A chill ran down his spine at the look, but he also felt a pang of jealousy that it wasn't directed at him. Nonetheless, it was probably for the best.
"Go in the bathroom."
"What are you up to, you wanker?"
England stood up, his drunk haze causing him to stumble. Spain shifted Romano off of him and stood as well. The shaggy-haired brunette beckoned Prussia over, and the German followed them to the bathroom. Spain hummed a tune as he stuck his head in the bathroom, looking around. "Si, okay!" he chirped. England, while glaring at Spain, stepped into the middle of the room and folded his arms, although the effect was ruined by the blonde swaying to the side and nearly falling over. This was when France shoved Prussia into the room as well. Prussia sat up from the floor, rubbing the back of his head, to find he was locked in a room with a naked, drunken Brit.
"Did you just fucking lock them in the bathroom?"
"Si!"
"Why?"
"They needed to get together. Also, I have lots of cameras in there."
"Where's the monitor?" France queried. Spain pointed upstairs, to his room. That was when it hit Romano that he usually used that bathroom. And he was always surprised when Spain never followed him in there...
Wait.
"You fucking pervert!"
That was when he realised France and Spain had already left for the bedroom.
He found them perched on the edge of Spain's bed, staring at a giant screen. Romano flopped face first onto the sheets, closing his eyes tiredly. There was a small murmur of voices coming from the TV's large speakers, but that was it. "They're not fucking, why are you bastards so interested?" he muttered. Neither of them bothered to reply to his grumbling, choosing instead to stare at the TV as if it where a god.
"Hello? Bastards?"
France finally turned to smile at him. "Love is a magical thing, mon cher. It is good to see it."
"Si! And Gil is our amigo!" Spain chirped.
"What does love have to do with anything?"
Nonetheless, Romano pulled himself up from the bed to look over France's shoulder at the screen. Apparently he'd already missed the conversation because now Prussia had England up against the wall, and they were making out heavily. It was the kind of sloppy effort made by drunks who don't even care what other people think of them. Romano grimaced. "This is gross." Unfortunately for him, the speaker was only one-way and the blondes on the screen payed him no heed as Prussia reached to palm at England's erection. The Italian watching didn't catch the reaction, but soon enough he figured it was pretty welcome and was NOT, in fact, rape.
He also found the video was turning him on...a lot.
The brunette tore his eyes from the screen and his gaze skittered around the room, searching for an escape. The bathroom was out...
"I-I-I'm going to get a drink!"
The pair didn't reply to his flustered exit.
He leaned against the kitchen counter and looked down at his pants with a little disappointment. It wasn't like he was a blushing virgin (never mind the tomato cracks). Maybe he was just drunk? Although...he hadn't really had sex in a while. "Stop it!" he muttered with a groan, slamming his head on the counter. The last time he'd...
...Last world meeting?
No, he hadn't gone to the last one.
He'd stayed at home.
Romano pulled a face as he heard a muffled moan and a thump. Well, he knew fucking someone against a door wasn't going to be quiet, still...
...But if he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that it was him being fucked. Dazed by alcohol and lust, he didn't quite realise what he was doing until his hand wrapped around his erection and tugged lightly. A moan escaped him as compromising images flooded his mind. Spain's smirking face when they were alone together, France making him cry out for more, Spain's hands on him, France's clever mouth...
"Unh...per favor," he panted, not even aware of his surroundings anymore in his lust-filled fantasy of the two older men pleasuring him. The thoughts of the two touching him turned him on beyond belief. It was hard to believe he was attracted to both, but right now he really didn't give a shit. He moaned, not bothering to keep his voice down as he quickened his hand movements. "Ah, ah...more," he heard. That was his voice. The fuck? He sounded so...
"...Hot,"
He would've used the word 'needy', but...whatever. What did Spain know? The tomato bastard was biased anyw-
Hang on.
He felt a body that was not his own sidle up to him. Warm breath caressed his ear. "Little Roma is having fun without us, Toni." He couldn't even open his eyes to look at them, because right now he just wanted to get off and it really wasn't happening when they pulled his hands behind his back. "Si, he is. Maybe we should...help him out?" He heard France laugh, and it sent a pleasured shiver down his spine. "Oui, let's."
He was carefully moved away from the counter and lifted into someone's arms.
"His pants are getting in the way. Do I just get rid of them?"
"Of course, cher. We cannot have our way with him, with them ON, after all."
Romano felt fingers sliding down his legs to reach his pants and boxers. The fingers just weren't close enough to where he wanted them! He heard himself make a frustrated whine and a kiss was placed on his overly warm cheek. "It's okay, Lovi~" came the chirpy voice. How could anyone be this damn happy when he was so fucking horny and they wouldn't let him do anything about it! He heard the clink of his belt as it hit the floor.
"Bedroom?"
"Can Roma wait that long?"
"...maybe not."
"Hm...table?"
"Si, that'll do."
The Italian was placed on a hard, cold surface on his back and let out another whine as warm hands slid down to his shirt and pulled it over his head. "Si, si," came a distracted voice. Suddenly a hand slid up his thigh, running a finger along the underside of his member. Romano twitched as the finger teasingly rubbed against the tip, forcing another needy whine from his throat.
"What do you want, Roma?"
"Nn...More..."
"Manners."
"Fucking he-ah!"
The finger once again began its movements, but this time the rest of the hand joined it. He was swept up by the wave of hot, intense pleasure given by the treatment and because of his earlier antics, it wasn't long before he released.
There was a moment of stillness, the only noise Romano's gasping breaths.
The first thing he saw when he finally dared to look were green eyes, dark with some indescribable emotion and yes, a little bit of desire. His gaze flickered away from that sight only to see France licking cum off of his fingers. Sultry blue eyes met his and the Frenchman smirked, much like he had earlier. The Italian felt a shiver run down his spine. "Roma, that was...very hot," he said, standing up to shift closer. Spain didn't say anything, but he really didn't need to. Gone was the easy going smile, replaced with a dark look he'd only seen a few times before. Usually before he was fucked against a wall. The brunette looked at France for a few seconds and then leant down to capture Romano's lips in a rough, bruising kiss. The Italian basically trapped under him kissed back, enjoying the lack of restraint from the other. It was almost as if Spain had been overtaken by...
Lust.
France sat beside them, unbuttoning his own shirt and enjoying the show with a trademark smirk. He hung the shirt on the back of a chair, not wanting to get wrinkles in it. Romano watched him with his mouth hanging open slightly. This was fucking happening. This was actually fucking happening.
As France returned to the table minus his clothes Spain leant across Romano and captured the blonde's lips in a kiss. It started off as a simple brushing of lips, but soon escalated into something much, much better. France moaned into the kiss and pressed closer, Spain trailing a few fingers down his chest. The Italian basically stuck underneath them watched as France somehow managed to get rid of Spain's clothes in a few split seconds. He felt his cheeks burst into flame again at the lusty expressions on the other two's faces as they all looked at each other.
"Are you…okay with this, Lovi?" Spain queried.
"We won't force you," France added.
Romano glared. "If you don't both fuck me right now, I will kill the shit out of both of you bastards."
They smirked. And that was the last thing Romano remembered for a while.
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"Ngh, ah! More, more! España!"
Spain scissored his fingers, a look of faint concentration on his face overpowering the lust for a split second. France was toying with the fiery Italian's wayward curl, sending sparks of pleasure down his body so he didn't feel the pain of the intrusion. Romano just really didn't care about anything. Except maybe being fucked. He reached for France weakly and pulled him in for a kiss, the blonde immediately swiping his tongue into his mouth.
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"Lovi, are you okay?"
"Move faster, dammit!"
Romano threw the comment over his shoulder as he turned back to what he was doing and flicked his tongue over the tip of France's member. The blonde held back the noises he was making so he could hear more of Romano's…and Spain's. The taller brunette thrusted roughly into the Italian, and Romano let out a strangled moan, the vibrations setting alight the fires of pleasure in his body.
"I don't know how much longer I can- ahhh!"
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Romano opened his eyes sleepily to a warm body on each side of him. Spain's arms were around his waist, and France's soft blonde hair was tickling his chin. They were still naked, unfortunately, and Romano could feel a stickiness on himself that he really didn't want to think about. Spain seemed to be awake, because the moment the Italian moved- trying not to think about how he was going to walk without a limp- the Spaniard pressed soft lips to his temple and smiled. "Good morning, Lovi~" France lifted himself up from the floor and blinked at them a few times, seemingly trying to wake up.
Then it hit the small Italian just how goddamn embarrassing that was.
"Lovi...that was..." Spain started.
Romano flushed and sat up. "I'm leaving," were the first words out of his mouth as he looked around for his shirt. He noticed it hanging on a nearby chair and reached for it, sliding his legs off of the large table and yanking it on. He needed to call a taxi. But his phone was in Spain's bedroom still. He'd left it there after... Deciding to get his pants on the way down, he climbed the stairs quickly and saw it on the centre of the bed. In his fit of embarrassment and humiliation, he snatched the phone and unlocked it swiftly, dialling Feli's number. As it rung he sat down on the bed and looked over at the TV screen that was still lit. Prussia and England were sleeping on the floor, with the small Brit lying on the German's chest. It was... surprisingly peaceful. Romano found himself smiling a little at the scene, not that he'd ever admit it willingly.
The phone rang.
And rang.
And rang.
And rang.
He heard his brother's voice on the other end, but he'd already dropped the phone onto the bed. "Lovi, where are you going?" Spain's voice was close to his ear, and warm arms found themselves wrapping around his waist to pull him close to a muscled torso. A kiss was pressed to his cheek on the other side; the forgotten phone picked up, turned off, and flung back to its home on the sheets. "Mon cher, is something wrong?" Romano didn't look at either of them, firm denial still in his head. "Did we do anything you didn't want to?" came the question. He looked up at the hand and then his gaze flickered to Spain and away again.
"Lovi?"
He stared at the blankets. "N-no, you didn't."
He felt France smiling as Spain spoke again. "Good."
"It was good, wasn't it?"
"Shut up, bastard. Can't you go one day without saying something sexual?!"
"You're so much nicer when your mouth is doing other things, mon petit Romano~"
"You look just like a little tomato, Lovi! So cute!"
"I'll kill you both!"
"But we fucked you, non? So you wouldn't kill us!"
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Note ;
-If anyone wants the PrUk version of this (I don't think it'd be THAT interesting, but still) just ask away! You should get it within a week or so!
-I love requests and will write any pairing whether I support it or not! ^^
-This is the first thing I've written/published in a while so if you see any mistakes or have opinions, you're welcome to put them in your review. Just…do it nicely. THERE IS NO NEED TO BE LE ASSHOLE ON HERE.
~DARoma