Author's Note: Hey, so a few weeks ago I got a PM from Kaitogirl95, who asked me to do a Spamano. So I finally can start on this, even though I have two more stories to finish, that's what multi-tasking is for. So, I plan to make this at least 8-10 chapters, but don't hold me to that.

So yeah, here you guys go!

Chapter 1 A trip to the Black Market

The forever infamous Bad Touch Trio walked down the old and beaten path of the Black Market, laughing and talking up a storm. Everyone turned their heads and watched them go, almost everyone offered them a loose, "hello" or, "good day" before returning their attention to whatever they'd been doing.

Antonio Carriedo, the seemingly innocent one of the trio, walked alongside the blond Frenchman, listening to his stories, most of which involved many things I will not name. Every so often he'd speak up, or laugh his charming Spanish laugh. However today his attention was more focused on his surroundings. He'd never been to the black market himself, but Gilbert and Francis had finally convinced him to join them on their weekly routine.

True to their words, the place did reek of a smell unidentifiable, as well as something odd hung in the air that could only be described as "illegal". True to it, black markets were, indeed, completely and utterly illegal. That had been one reason Antonio had been hesitant to go, he himself had no desire to become messed up with the law. And soon enough, he soon saw exactly why they were illegal, on top of the assortment of knives, guns and torture devices being sold. Antonio looked directly ahead, and looked strait into the eyes of an auction, an auction to sell humans.

"Gilbert…" The Spaniard mumbled, looking at the line of people, "What's that?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Huh?" Gilbert asked, looking at Antonio then following his eyes, finally seeing what his friend was, "Oh, it's an auction to sell humans, tragic isn't it?" he asked, not really caring at all and turning back to Francis, they both resumed looking through a magazine labeled "XXX".

Antonio looked at the 10 humans up on stage, each was dirty beyond belief, and a few of them appeared beaten. His eyes scanned over each of them multiple times, until his eyes finally landed on a shorter boy than the rest, and by the looks of it, he was only 15 or 16, compared to the rest who looked well into their late teens and early twenties. The boy was by far the dirtiest out of all of them, as well as the most beaten. His deep hazel hair was plastered to his face with blood, and it was clear that he had been beaten all over by the way he walked and stood. He was arguing with the guards, his almond eyes were lit with anger and terror as he yanked on the chains connecting his wrists, demanding freedom. The man whom he was pleading to in reply, slapped him forcefully, silencing him with a whimper of submission.

For some reason, Antonio's fists clenched at the sight. He took a deep breath and unfurled his fists, noticing that none of the others were even near brave enough to stand up to the old man who obviously owned them. A brave little chico huh? Antonio thought, in slight admiration of the boy.

"Dude, what's up? You've been staring at the kid up there forever!" Gilbert said, stepping right in front of the Spaniard's train of thought. He sighed and shook his head, looking away of the younger boy.

"It's just a shame someone would do that…" He mumbled, glancing back up at the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The man said loudly, effectively hushing the crowd. "Today we have a very selective group of young slaves for you all!" He roared.

The crowd jeered happy responses, throwing their fists in the air. Antonio paled, hating the fact that the man used such a hasty word as "slaves" for the human beings.

One by one, the old man went through the list of slaves, walking to each one and talking quickly, telling the crowd everything they could have hoped to know. And finally, he walked up to the boy.

"And this, my friends, is my personal favorite. It is a neko, do you all know what that is?" He asked, waiting for most of the crowd to shake their head 'no.' in response, the man's hand shot up to the boy's head, yanking on a lock of his hair, no, ear? Antonio gasped as he saw indeed, two pointed cats ears sitting on top of the shaking boy's head.

"S-stop it Bastard!" he shouted, trying to take a step back but failing as the man hit him again.

"This young one is quiet feisty, however, it could easily be trained." The elder said through gritted teeth, he obviously didn't want the neko protesting on stage while everyone "ooh"ed at the boys behavior.

"L-like hell I'll be trained, you sick pervert!" He shouted, this time earning a foot coming down on his own barefoot. He yelped in pain and tried to take a step back, the chains immediately stopping him. His bit his lip and looked out over the crowd with hatred, malice and fear filling his eyes.

"His name is Lovino Vargas, 15 years old, Italian…." The man read off of a piece of paper, and once he finished he looked up, grinning wildly, "So who wants to take this little pet home?!"

Antonio had had enough, he turned away to leave, this was terrible. How could Gilbert and Francis stand this every week?! Turning back to them, Antonio noticed that they were in the Porn section.

"Figures…" Antonio muttered, now in a slightly foul mood.

"—a wonderful sex slave, that one 'ould." Antonio caught the last few words of an older mans sentence. He turned to face him just in time to see said man raise his hand, "50,000 for the younger one!" He cried out.

The man up on stage, who seemed content with the offer replied with, "50,000! Do I hear a 60,000?! One, two-"

"60,000!" Antonio could hardly believe himself as he cried the outrageous price out. Sure, he could afford it, his parents were millionaires, or were, before they'd died. But now it was all his.

"Antonio, what the hell are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?!" Gilbert hissed at him, finally realizing what his friend had been staring at.

"Look at him, I can't just LEAVE him. He's only 15!" Antonio proclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation.

"70,000!" the man next to him cried out.

"This is your chance Tonio, let's just leave. Let the man have hi-" Gilbert was cut off.

"80,000!" said Spaniard cried out. Gilbert face-palmed.

The man up on stage was grinning like a manic, watching the two as they glared at each other and spat out higher and higher prices. "Looks like you'll get a good time tonight…" the man murmured to Lovino, who paled a good bit and tried to shrink back.

"100,000!" The older bidder cried out.

"110,000!" Antonio spat back at him, now determined not to lose.

"…" silence from the older bidder.

"110,000! Do I hear 120,000$?" the man on stage asked. When no one replied, he grinned and cried out, "Sold, to the man in the back!"

Antonio humped in contempt as he folded his arms across his chest in victory. The remaining bad touch trio looked at their Spaniard friend like he was nuts. "Well then…" Gilbert said slowly. "We're just…. Gonna go over to Francis's…" And with that, the Prussian and Frenchman bolted off. Antonio was hardly listening, he himself was weaving through the crowd and to the back, where he had watched the Italian and the man go.

He walked around the old and chipping stage and to the back, where each of the people were being handed off to the bidders, each of them on a leash. Tonio growled at the sight, it was repulsive that someone would even consider doing such a thing.

He finally saw the Italian and the man, he jumped and ran forward upon seeing the man's hand hit the poor boy's cheek yet again.

"Stop." Antonio commanded to the man the second he was within ear shot.

"Oh hello Mr…?" the man let his sentence hang in the air.

"Carriedo." The Spaniard replied, giving off one of his cheery smiles but watching the man's hand to make sure he didn't try to slap the boy again. The ancient looking man held out his hand.

"Acker, Jace Acker." He replied, Antonio shook the man's hand. (Jace Acker is just a random dude, he isn't really important after this.) With that simple transaction, and a check handed over to Jace, Lovino's leash was now in Tonio's hand and the two were now walking away.

The entire time Lovino kept his eyes trained on the ground, and both of his cheeks were red from being slapped. Antonio could have sworn he saw tears gleaming in the Italians eyes, though he had no idea why. They walked in silence to the Spaniards car, in which they hopped in the back seat and the driver took off. Antonio turned to face the neko, who had slunk down in his seat with his hands in his lap, his eyes were trained on his feet.

"Hola~" Antonio said cheerfully, giving off a 100 watt smile, trying desperately to be friendly.

A small jolt went through the Italians body, but he looked up. His hazel hair fell into his eyes as he glared over at him, "What?" He spat. Antonio frowned sadly at the harshness in his words but reached over with two hands towards his throat, "W-what the hell are you doing?!" Lovino demanded to know.

"Calm down, just gonna get the collar off." Antonio mumbled, his fingers found the latch. It however, refused to come undone so he scooted closer, now sitting on his knees as he bit his lip in concentration. Lovino watched him cautiously. No one had ever taken his collar off, it was a sign of being owned, so why was this dude? "Damn this thing…" He muttered, brushing Lovi's hair away from the back of his neck to get a better view of the buckle. His hand tilted Lovino's head to the side gently, earning another questioning glare from Lovino. Why is he being so… gentle? The Italian wondered, obediently tilting his head towards the window. "Got it—ow!" Lovino jumped at the loud noise as he watched the Spaniard yank his hand away in shock and pain.

Lovino saw his hand bleeding slightly, "Damn buckle snapped me." Antonio mumbled, holding his hand against his own shirt. The neko remained silent, his cat ears were twitching on the top of his head slightly as he watched the Spaniard try again, this time he heard the little click of the buckle. "Si!" Antonio cheered successfully as the leash and collar fell off. He threw them onto the floor of the clean car.

Lovino raised his hand to his neck, pulling his hand away a moment later to see his own blood on his hand. His eyes widened as he slapped his hand back on his neck.

"Careful," Antonio advised, pulling the neko's hand away and re-placing his own on the wound, "It looks like the collar wore at your skin a bit…" He thought aloud, keeping his warm hand held up against Lovino's neck.

"Get off of me, bastard!" Lovino yelled, mainly out of fear. Antonio shook his head.

"Hold still, you're still bleeding." He argued, "Just hold on, we're almost home." He said, feeling the car come to a slow halt. Lovino was about to cuss him out when he saw the humongous castle outside of the window. He gaped at it; it was bigger than any other he'd been in, with old brick and ivy covering the entire front and its large windows.

Antonio got out of the car, followed by Lovino. The two walked inside and the older boy quickly guided the neko into his room, where he sat him down on the bed and retrieved the first aid kit.

Antonio sat down next to the neko, who couldn't help but to flinch away. "Calm down, I won't hurt you." Antonio cooed softly, grabbing a damp cloth and tilting his head to the side again, dabbing away the blood softly. Lovino balled his fists in the sheets, ignoring the questions floating around in his head. He felt Antonio wrap bandages around his neck, then the Spaniards fingers pull down the back of his shirt so he could see what were the beginnings of long, vertical slash marks—whip marks—all over his back.

"Lovino, are those-?" he was cut off by the Italian.

"They're not, so shut the hell up!" he shouted, knowing that he'd have to take his shirt off for Antonio to help with those, and he really didn't want to do that.

"But Lovi, they may get in-"

"Just shut the hell up!" said neko shouted again, squirming away quickly from the older boy. Antonio realized he was frightening the neko, and raised his hands in defeat, then gaped at what was attached to the lower part of his back. A tail. Lovino noticed the stare and blushed, his tail wrapped tightly around his own waist in a feeble attempt to hide itself.

"That's interesting…." Antonio mused, seeing that the neko wasn't comfortable. He sighed, the boy needed to sleep, Antonio did make a mental note to help out with his cuts later though. "Hey, let me show you to your room." Antonio offered him a hand, which the Italian slapped aside, slowly standing up and wobbling on his feet. He just snapped at Tonio when he tried to help and followed him warily to a huge guests room.

Antonio held the door open for the Italian, "Night, get a good nights rest." The Spaniard said, closing the door on his way out.

What? Lovino stood there, rooted to his spot. He stare at the door in question, the HELL just happened? Didn't he want to use me like all the others? Lovino was confused and tired; he felt a sudden urge to pass out. So without another though he crawled into bed and closed his eyes, deciding to worry about it tomorrow.

Yeah! So…

To Kaitogirl95: Loved it, hated it? Want something to happen? Just let me know.

This chapter was REALLY short, but I was tired (4 in the morning where I am) and I just want to get this out for Kaito, she's been waiting long enough. So everyone else, like always, comment if you want me to have a pairing in here, comment in general, they are my life!

Thanksies!~