Itacest

Wine Can Stain Us

Author Note:

Hey, I'm kicking off my first series with a bang, if you know what I mean. Let me know what you think so I can continue, alright?

Sincerely, Vi

Chapter 1

Opening eyes blearily to the bright new dawn, Feliciano yawned quietly as he hesitantly sat upright in his bed. His pounding headache from his hangover was making it very difficult to focus.

Then there was a shift and a grumble from beside him, causing him to jump and look at the source with wide eyes. It was his older brother, Lovino.

He looked around the room. Oh, he did it again. This was Lovino's room, not his own.

He stretched, yawning once again then sliding as silently as he could from Lovino's bed. He shivered as the cold air touched his...

Bare figure?

Why was he naked?

He shrugged it off and took a step, then winced.

And why was he so sore?

"Feli?" Came Lovino's drowsy voice, echoing throughout the still room as his hazy green and gold eyes try to focus on Feliciano's blurry figure, "What the hell are you doing in my room? And also why are you naked?"

Lovino sat up and stretched, the white sheets falling away from his torso to pool around his waist. "What in the..? Why the hell am I naked..?" He stared at his sheets thoughtfully, before his expression melted into one of terror, "F-Feli, you aren't sore at all, are you..?"

"Actually, I am, is that bad?"

Lovino groaned, fell back against the sheets, and muttered a quiet, "Goddamn fucking shit.."

Feliciano raised a questioning eyebrow, before realizing exactly what happened and blushed crimson, "Y-you mean we had.. S-Sesso?"

Lovino grunted affirmatively, refusing to acknowledge the scarlet blush across his own face.

Feliciano slowly walked back to the bed and sat in the edge, with a wince, then covered his genitalia with some of the soft sheets. He stared into space as he tried to imagine what must have happened.

He could see it clearly...

Drunkenly stumbling into Lovino's room, exchanging lust-clouded glances and ripping clothes off each other's well-toned albeit skinny bodies.

Lovino pinning him against the bed, hovering over him and looking at him hungrily like a predator who has caught his prey and was about to feast.

Lips locked in a kiss and hands tangled in hair, pulling at their curls to dance on the line between pleasure and pain.

Moaning as his brother's slick, long cock prodded at his entrance, being pushed roughly through the tight ring of muscle before gliding in smoothly.

The thrusting starting slow, then becoming steadily faster, as his fratellone rolled his hips in a way that made him swear he had never felt better.

Feliciano snapped from his trance as he realized he had become aroused by his thoughts of he and his fratellone having drunkenly passionate sex.

Flushing an even brighter red, he shamefully tried to press down his persistent penis to hide the bulge under the thin sheets from view. Biting back a moan, he looked over at Lovino, only to see that he had been watching him.

Lovino himself had a slight erection that he was not trying to hide, shamelessly staring at his little fratellino with hungry eyes. Feliciano, quite surprised by this reaction, asked him brother quietly, "V-Vino, why are you looking at me like that?"

Lovino sat up, moving to lean back against the headboard of his large bed, the sheets that had fallen to his waist moving to the middle of his thighs and giving Feliciano a clear view of the impressively large member that had penetrated him the night before.

"Well, Feli," Lovino nearly purred, his voice thick with his accent, "we seem to both have problems, and we did have sex the other night, so I don't see any harm in doing it again."