Title: Only Good for Sex
Chapter: 1 - Confess
Summary: Lovino should have slapped Antonio's face for saying that.
Warnings: Spamano (AntonioxLovino), Implied GerIta (LudwigxFeliciano), Human Names Used, Foul Language, Drug Use, Attempted Suicide, Darkish Themes, Implied and Eventual Lemon.
Author's Note: First fanfiction I've posted on here, and I bloody well hope that it isn't my last. Because, yeah. I'm too lazy. Please excuse any mistakes that I might make with the Italian and Spanish. I only use Google Translate. e v e"
Anyway, onto the (oh so ridiculously bad) story...
Flushed cheeks.
Sweaty skin.
Sticky sheets.
Fucking sore arse.
Like always.
Lovino shuddered in the tight grip of his lithe frame. How many times had it been like this? Fucked until exhaustion, then sleep until past midday. It was always the same, and Lovino was sick of it. He tried to discreetly slip out of the almost death-grip constricting him, the sweat sticking their bare bodies together.
"For fuck's sake, bastardo... Get the fuck off of me..." growled Lovino, clawing at the thin sheets draped over them. The Spaniard did nothing about Lovino's struggles, merely opening a single eye to hazily meet a face full of damp hair. His eye closed as soon as it opened, making a small gargling sound at the back of his throat.
"Buenos días, Lovi~..." Antonio yawned, nuzzling the back of the Italian's neck, earning a shiver.
"Get up," Lovino started, pausing to take a quick glance at the clock, "it's 1. And I'm hungry, stupido."
"Come on, Lovi~. We don't usually get up until later~..." whined the older male. Lovino was tempted to just say, "I don't fucking like the usual." but instead, gave a disapproving grunt and nudged his elbow against Antonio's forearm. The Spaniard reluctantly let go, pressing a chaste kiss on the base of the boy's neck.
Stretching his stiff limbs, Lovino wriggled away from Antonio until he was seated uncomfortably on the edge of the bed. A stinging sensation jolted up the Italian's spine, said male ignoring it as best he could. Of course, Lovino thought with a frown, my legs are like fucking Jell-O when I actually need them. Nevertheless, he stood up, wobbling slightly. Feeling the cool air hit his naked body, Lovino stumbled to a not-so-neat pile of clothes. He threw on a shirt, pulled up a pair of boxers and zipped an old pair of jeans.
Before he could escape the room, Antonio let out a pleading groan, waving an arm in the air as if he needed help. Lovino turned around, scowling, and narrowed his eyes at the foolish Spaniard.
"Lovi~! Help me up?" Antonio asked, grinning like an idiot.
Lovino scowled, holding up a fist and sticking the middle finger up, "Get yourself up! You're not the one with a fucking sore arse, idiota!"
The older male kept waving his arm, sticking his bottom lip out and furrowing his brows together in sadness. He began whining, even rolling onto his stomach and fake-crying. Lovino rolled his eyes and stepped back towards the bed, reaching out to tug on Antonio's hand. Just as the Italian's fingers brushed again tanned skin, the Spaniard turned his head and flashed a wide grin.
"Cazzo! Get up, lazy-arse!" Lovino howled, pulling his arm back and turning on the balls of his feet.
"Lovi, oh Lovi~! Can you-" Antonio began, before being cut off.
"Make your own breakfast, fuckface!"
Stuffing a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, Lovino heard the shuffling of Antonio's feet as he entered the kitchen. The Italian hunched over the table, pulling the silverware out of his mouth; unbeknownst to him, a bit of milk began to trickle down his chin. Swallowing without really chewing the cereal, the younger male rubbed at his lips with the back of his hand, not catching Antonio's glances.
"You really didn't make me breakfast~..." Antonio mumbled with a fake pout.
"No shit, Sherlock." retorted a more-than-annoyed Lovino.
"My name's Sherlock? I thought it was Antonio…"
"Ugh. I didn't mean it like that, retard."
"Retard? Is it comestible?"
"Mio fucking dio. No, it isn't commestibile."
"¿Qué? It isn't?"
"No. Now, let me eat in peace."
"But, Lovi~! I want something to eat too~!"
"Then make yourself something and leave!"
Antonio, at this point, had given up trying to get Lovino to simply make him some breakfast. An oblivious smile played at his lips. He turned his back to the Italian to approach the fridge, pulling out god-knows-what – most likely tomatoes. With his back still to Lovino, Antonio broke into a fit of laughter. The Spaniard faced the younger male after hearing a disapproving grunt. Two crimson tomatoes in hand, Antonio bounded happily towards Lovino, offering out one of the red fruits. Snatching it away, the Italian grumbled a "Grazie, idiota…" and bit a chunk out of the tomato. He finished it hastily, letting out a somewhat content sigh. Once the older male had completed half of the juicy fruit, he opened his mouth to speak.
"You know what, Lovi?"
No answer; just a questioning glare.
"I was thinking about something…"
"You were thinking? There's something new." Lovino interrupted with a scowl.
Antonio continued laughing. "You know how you always used to complain about never being able to do anything right?"
"I still do think that, bastardo."
"Anyway, mi tomate, I know one thing that you will always be perfecto for, no matter how many other things you may stuff up!"
"Cosa? What do you think is the one thing I'm perfect for?"
"You're perfect for sex!"
Lovino should have slapped Antonio's face for saying that.
Translations
Bastardo – Bastard (Italian)
Buenos días – Good Morning (Spanish)
Stupido – Stupid (Italian)
Idiota – Idiot (Italian)
Cazzo – Fuck (Italian)
Comestible – Edible (Spanish)
Mio fucking dio - My fucking god (Italian)
Commestibile – Edible (Italian)
¿Qué? - What? (Spanish)
Mi tomate – My tomato (Spanish)
Perfecto – Perfect (Spanish)
Cosa? – What? (Italian)
The chapter 2 will be up soon! ...I hope. How'd you like it, anyway? Good? Bad? Shouldn't have been written? Oh, and if you have any ideas, then please tell me! Ideas = A not-so-dead brain. :U
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See you next chapter?