"Hnngh...ah!"
The early morning silence was broken by a sudden cry. Spain sat up suddenly in bed, head whipping back and forth, looking for whatever it was that had made the sound. His hazel eyes peered around the dark room, and focused on the shape next to him in the bed. The shadowy figure of Romano was breathing harshly in his sleep, one hand fisted on the sheets, another out of view.
Spain gave him a quick look to verify that nothing was wrong. Must be a nightmare of some kind...poor Roma. He thought to himself. He rolled over, with his back facing Romano.
"Ah-Anton-nio!" Roma cried out, his voice husky with stress.
Spain bolted upright again. Romano writhed slightly in his sleep, seeming ill at ease for some reason. Spain put his lips to Romano's ears.
"Hey, Lovi, it's okay." He said softly. "Boss is right here."
Instead of calming Romano down, it only seemed to make him squirm more. "Sp-Spaaaain!" He moaned.
"Hnnnngh, mnnn!"
Spain suddenly blushed absolutely scarlet. Romano continued to moan sensually in the dim light, panting and squirming. "Nnn..." Romano's cheeks were slightly flushed as his fist twisted the sheets even more.
"Ah, Toni! Hah-!"
Spain was shocked. Romano wasn't usually so...so open about pleasure or love or anything like that. Spain didn't even know that Roma was capable of dreaming...those sort of dreams. He was staring at Roma's flushed face, when he heard him let out a little tiny whimper. Spain gasped and blushed even more than he would have thought was possible.
"Roma..so cute!" He whispered. He brushed Romano's ear gently with his lips. "Roma...Roma, wake up..."
But Romano was too far gone in his dream to wake up. His hand, the one that Spain hadn't noticed earlier, was reaching down into his sweatpants, nearing his waistband. Spain frowned. Roma must be in pain if he has to do this...
With a steadying breath, Spain steeled himself for action. Resting his head lightly on Roma's neck, he grabbed the wrist of the hand that was traveling down his pants Slowly moving Roma's hand aside, Spain slid his hand gently into Romano's pants, wrapping his hand around Roma's member. Roma clenched fist, squeezing his eyes.
"So...cute." Spain said, gently rubbing Roma's tip.
Romano threw his head back, still dreaming. "Ahhhntonio!"
Spain buried his head in Romano's neck, biting his lip to keep silent. I don't want Romano to wake up...he's so much more agreeable when he's asleep.
Romano's unoccupied hand slithered it's way behind him to grab a surprised Spain. Spain let out a little groan. "Ahh, Roma..."
Shaking his head, Spain withdrew his hand from Romano's pants to move his little tomato's hand off of himself. Roma whined slightly, twisting his head around, lips searching, hips bucking. Spain gently brushed his lips against Romano's.
"Behave." Spain murmured. He put his hand back down Romano's pants, stroking and caressing Romano again. Spain's breath came in pants as he watched Romano being all hot and bothered. "Too bad you aren't like this when you're awake."
Spain shook his head. "I'll just enjoy this while it lasts." He increased his tempo, putting an arm around Romano to keep him from falling off the bed as he flailed around. Spain put a finger gently on Romano's tip, thoughtfully swirling his finger.
Roma's back arched slightly, and Spain's hand was covered in a warm sticky fluid as Romano let out a heavy gasp. Spain froze, unsure whether or not Romano would wake up. Roma's eyelids fluttered, and Spain drew in a sharp breath as he imagined the scolding that was coming.
Spain slowly withdrew his still-soaked hand as he waited for the yelling to start.
Roma merely turned over, his breathing returning to normal. Spain let out the breath he had been holding in. He realized that his hand was still...sticky. He tentatively licked his hand clean, savoring the taste. Mmm...Roma tastes so good.
With a sigh, Spain turned over and tried to fall back asleep. The whirring of the fan in his room helped to lull him to sleep, and he felt his eyelids droop-