Chapter One
'My place, 8 o'clock. I'm horny ;]'. That was the text that Prussia had sent Spain and France a few minutes ago. France had immediately replied with 'I'll be there, mon amant (my lover)', but Spain wasn't sure he wanted to go. Sure, he loved messing around with those two, and everyone knew they fucked (they don't call them the Bad Touch Trio for nothing). But lately, the Spaniard had been having feelings for a certain hazel-eyed, grumpy Italian nation. Not that Romano knew about it or reciprocated the feelings, but Spain still felt that if he wanted to be in a relationship with him, he would have to tell France and Prussia he didn't want to be their fuck buddy anymore. So, when he decided to go over to Prussia's house, Spain told himself it was just because he wanted to tell them he didn't want to have sex. But France and Prussia weren't buying it.
"Aw, Antonio, don't be like that," Gilbert pouted (they always use human names when messing around or being intimate). "You know we're not serious about all of this. We just do it to have fun and get off."
"Yeah," Francis said. "Why are you changing your mind all of a sudden?"
A blush crept up the Spaniard's tanned neck, turning his face an ironic shade of tomato red. He looked down and mumbled a few things about being more mature now, and Gilbert laughed. "Stop messing around, Antonio. C'mon, let's have a little fun…" The Prussian, who was sitting to the left of Antonio on the couch, placed a hand on the inside of his thigh, rubbing up and down. Antonio would have protested, but Francis had begun to bite and lick at the sensitive place on his collarbone and it felt really good. The brunette felt his resolve quickly slipping, and he thought, Well, one more time couldn't hurt. He tilted his head to the side, giving Francis more room to suck at his neck. Gilbert's hand still massaged his inner thigh, teasing him and making him moan for more. The white- haired country gave a wicked grin and straddled Antonio's lap, slowly grinding down. Francis whispered dirty things in his ear as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a toned and tanned chest. The French nation immediately went down and sucked on one of his nipples, rubbing the other. It was almost too much for Antonio.
"Sh-Shit- ngh…Gilbert…Fran-cis….fuck, more…" He grabbed a fistful of Gilbert's hair and forced him into a rough kiss, wanting more than the teasing touches he was getting now. Gil kissed back, slipping his tongue into Antonio's mouth and causing a fight for dominance. Francis, not wanting to be ignored, got behind Antonio and began to make small love bites on his shoulders and upper back in between his shoulder blades. The green-eyed nation let out small, needy whimpers as he tried to press himself against both of his lovers at the same time. "How about we take this into the bedroom," Gilbert purred, smirking. Dazed, Antonio nodded, and Francis picked him up, carrying him bridal style into the Prussian's bedroom. The blonde set the other nation on the bed and crawled on top of him. Gilbert took this opportunity to rid all three of them of their shirts, and then straddled Antonio's chest as Francis undid his pants. "Suck me off." The brunette looked up at him with lustful eyes and unzipped Gilbert's pants, taking out his already hard dick and putting it in his mouth. The Prussian moaned and began to thrust into Antonio's mouth as Francis prepared him. The Frenchman had already stripped off Antonio's pants and was slowly finger-fucking the Spanish uke. Antonio writhed and moaned, still trying to suck off Gilbert. The red-eyed country pulled out of his mouth, not wanting to choke him. Then Francis flipped him over and pushed in without warning. "! Francis, shit!" the brunette hissed, fisting the sheets in his hands. Gilbert got behind the French nation and began to lick out his ass by way of preparing him, and Francis almost came then and there. With Gil's tongue licking around his entrance and Antonio's wet heat around his cock, it was almost too much. But he began to thrust again as Gilbert pulled away and lined himself up, pushing in and groaning. Francis and Gil both stilled for a moment, but then began to thrust at the same pace. The Prussian clutched onto Francis, who was beginning to feel a little overstimulated because of all the pleasure. He soon found Antonio's prostate, and began to hit it over and over. The Spaniard was the first to cum, splattering his seed all over the bed sheets and moaning loudly. As soon as the blonde pulled out, Gilbert shoved him down next to Antonio and began to thrust hard and fast. France could feel himself nearing his climax. "Gilbert! Baise! (fuck)" He slumped down right after, feeling Gil fill has ass with cum. Antonio was already half asleep, so Gilbert spooned him from one side and Francis cuddled him from the other. The brunette sighed as he drifted into unconsciousness. Maybe the Bad Touch Trio could stay together for a little longer….