The nights that Fèliciano hated most happened to be every day from midnight to... who knows how long it lasts. The pain was so long that he always lost track of time. There were too many costumers, after all Italians were lovers and being a prostitute in Italy was hard work. You could never shake off the feeling of having hands all over you. The pain throbbing throughout your whole body. But it was the life Fèliciano had chosen. Maybe he didn't like it, but it was the best he could get with the money he had. It was enough to get food and shelter and to him that's all that mattered anymore. After all, It's not like he would ever get out into the world he had dreamed of anyways. He was a penniless sex slave.
Luckily around the holidays he would be spared a few days off from his work. One of those weeks off happened to be around Christmas time. The snow around the northern half of Italy was already piling past inches. Fèliciano was dressed in his thin jacket, one of the extra things he could afford. He walked around the cheerful town, watching all the people around him. Their smiles were cheerful and the words they spoke full of glee, something he wished he had. Suddenly, he fell back onto the sidewalk. His butt hurt even more than it had already from the cold, hard impact. After wincing in pain he looked up seeing he had run into a man with similar looks to himself. Fèliciano stood quickly and shook his head.
"I'm so sorry sir! Please don't hurt me I didn't mean to-!" He was cut off.
"It's fine whatever" The other man began to walk off not caring whatsoever about being run into.
Fèliciano watched the man leave. '...Mm.. Who was that man?' He asked himself. Fèliciano shivered heavily again. "S-so cold... " he mumbled quietly under his breath
Lovino walked vigorously through the streets in a rush to get to work. He was a new journalist and if he was late yet again he would surely be fired.
Fèliciano on the other hand too had his work to catch up on. There was one special costumer that he had during Christmas and he had to prepare his house for it. It was his master, his boss, Ludwig was his name. He ran behind the man he had ran into earlier after realizing that was where he needed to head. He ran past the man, faster than he was normally before slowing down ahead of him, hoping that man didn't recognize who he was.
Lovino of course noticed this, slightly angered as he took the notion as being cut off. In response he decided to race ahead of the other man, now running towards his building of work. It was only a few feet away but he could still hear that man, the one who had run straight into him, running behind him. 'is he some sort of stalker?!' Lovino's mind screamed.
Fèliciano breathed heavily as he stopped. He couldn't run... His body was too frost bitten to move very well. He shivered and sneezed again. He couldn't get a cold.. If he did he would surely be fired.
Lovino finally arrived at the correct building, turning to the side to enter the automatic door when he came face to face with someone he would rather have not seen. "Lovino..." The man growled at him. "Your late again!" Lovino laughed nervously, backing back into the street under the glare of his boss, Antonio.
Fèliciano stopped and watched the man walk slowly out, followed by a scary looking man. Though, not as scary as his boss, that was for sure.
"You! I can't keep saving this job for you if you can't even do something as simple as show up on time!" Antonio grabbed a hold of the front of Lovino's jacket. "It's not my fault!" Lovino growled back angrily trying to pull out of the larger man's hold.
Fèliciano gasped. That man was scary, they were fighting! He had to do something. He walked up to the older man and smiled his usual sweet buttery smile. "Sir I overheard your conversation... It was my fault I ran into him this morning, if it wasn't for that he would have been here on time"
Antonio looked over at Feliciano in confusion, "Uhm who are you...?" Lovino didn't bother to look though he instead took this opportunity to duck out of Antonio's hold. Antonio noticed this and grabbed Lovino again only harder. "Where do you think your going?!"
"Please don't hurt him!" he shouted rather protectively. He remembered how his boss grabbed him like that... How everyone else used him so easily that he just couldn't stand to see anyone else go through the same thing. "Let go of him!"
"Stay out of this kid!" Lovino growled towards Feliciano. "Antonio, look, I'll make up for it I swear but I need to get in that fucking building and start working unless you want me to be even later." Antonio still did not let go though. "You've said that a million times..." He growled.
Fèliciano shoved the Spaniard away. "I said leave him alone!"
Lovino was a little shocked at first. "Lovino..." Antonio glared towards him. "You're fired!" With that Antonio went back inside. Lovino stood there in silent shock for a few moments.
Fèliciano was too shocked. He stepped back slowly, taking in the entire moment. 'Am I really that stupid?' He thought to himself. Tears formed under his eyelids but he held them in. "I-...I'm sorry... It was all my fault!" he cried.
"H-hey, don't cry!" Lovino yelled back at the man next to him. "Look, he's been looking to fire me for a long time its not your fault, fuck, calm down..."
Their eyes met. Fèliciano blushed. Lovino was his name... it was a great name! His beautiful eyes matched them! Somehow... this feeling felt different from any other feeling the young Italian had ever felt before. It was warm and cuddly inside. "M-my name is Fèliciano." he mumbled.
"What did you say..?" Lovino asked the man next to him. Feliciano began to speak again when a woman's voice interupted him. "LOVI!" A sobbing woman came crashing into Lovino. "I-I'LL FORCE HIM TO GIVE YOU YOUR JOB BACK! SO DON'T WORRY LOVIII!" Lovino glared angrily at the woman clinging to him. "Bella its fine and DON'T CALL ME LOVI DAMNIT!"
Fèliciano smiled. "Lovi? Cute nickname."
He looked at the girl. "Whats your name?"
Lovino blushed when the stranger said that. "S-shut up!" Bella laughed at this and covered Lovino's mouth. "Isn't it cute? Oh, my name is Bella and you are? I didn't know Lovino had any friends." She snickered, pinching Lovino's cheeks.
Fèliciano blushed as well and shook his head with a frozen wave. "No, I'm not his friend. My name is Fèliciano." he said nervously.
"Oh! Well nice to meet you Feliciano, then who might you be?" Lovino still couldn't speak on account of his mouth being covered.
"I was just passing by and I saw how his boss was..." he gulped as a look of horror spread his features.
"Oh! Ignore that, Toni can just be a little moody. Don't worry though he's basically Lovino's father he'll give him the job back eventually." Bella smiled widely towards Feliciano finally giving Lovino the ability to speak once again. "Bella just because he's technically my father doesn't mean he has to do anything." Lovino sighed.
Fèliciano sighed. Where was his father? He couldnt even remember if he even had one...
He shook his head. "Im sorry.. I better get going..." he mumbled with a saddened tone.
"Going where?" Lovino asked out of curosity.
Fèliciano blushed. "H-home.. I hope..."
"Oh...?" Lovino shifted his head sideways. "You hope?"
He lifted his head with a shocked expression. "Y-yes...I mean no! i just have things to.." He gulped nervously. " take care of..." he finished with a sneeze.
"Oh? Well I'll at least walk you home then its not like I have anything to do now anyways" Lovino shrugged. "Okay~ and while you do that Lovi I'll go and talk to Toni. Even if he's only our adoptive father he's still your father and I'm sure he'll give in~ If I have to I can also put in a little lady like charm~" Bella winked and left.
Fèliciano shivered. "Wha... Nonononono! Im fine! you don't have to!" he shouted.
"No really, let me do this at least..." Lovino sighed.
"Just... fine...Don't make fun of my house or anything though!" he said defensively.
"Why would I make fun of your house geez, so where do you live anyways?" Lovino asked innocently.
Fèliciano looked down and headed toward a penthouse apartment. He guided the other Italian to the penthouse at the top and opened the door with key. It was huge, the bed was king sized with red silk covers, the floor was soft green carpet and the windows lasted all around the house.
"Why would I make fun of this place it's one of the nicer ones I've seen." Lovino wandered around the apartment.
Fèliciano blushed. He followed the other Italian throughout the spotless house. The rooms were all colored with green and red with stainless white. "Do you know where we are..? This is a house I was given for my work..."
"Your work? What do you do?" Lovino questioned innocently, he was clueless.
Fèliciano shook his head. 'Should I tell him?' he thought. "I... " he stuttered out
"You?" Lovino looked questioningly towards him.
"I'm ... I'm a prostitute..." He said looking out the window.
"O-oh... U-uhmmm I see..." Lovino stuttered out awkwardly. "So you uhm... you do thaat for a living... w-well its better than being unemployed..."
"Fuck.. It's the same really..."he sighed. "It's painful...People always coming over to..." he shivered. Fèliciano sniffled in a bit, holding back tears.
"Oh well... if you really hate it that much why keep doing it...?" Lovino asked.
Fèliciano traced his finger on the silk bed before sitting on it, wincing. "I can't quit.. If I did I would have nothing..." He said sadly as he sneezed again.
"Well erhm I know I don't really know you but..." Lovino sat on the bed as well. "I could ask Antonio to hire you at our news channel. That is if you want to... like I don't have that much money myself but you could live with me until you make enough for your own place..." Lovino felt a little weird being so kind towards someone.
He sighed again, letting the tears slide down his cheek. "I can't... I can't do anything anymore... I have no schooling and I've forgotten the reasons for life... I'm trapped as a life sex slave...I just don't know anything else anymore."
"We don't require schooling there hence I was able to get in. Honestly don't worry about it I can teach you everything there is to know." Lovino smiled and patted Feliciano on the back.
"R-really? You would do that?" he asked. "But... I don't want to invade.." he mumbled
"Oh whatever who cares about invading" Lovino scoffed. "So what do you say?"
Fèliciano stood. "Alright... but... My boss... he will come after me... I'm the best worker, as bad as that sounds.."
"Oh well... hmmm then we are just going to have to keep him away." Lovino stood as well. "So want to try escaping now?"
Fèlicianos face lit up. As well as the sun. "Haha! Yeah! Lets go! wait... no... I have to finish my last night tonight... at least so I can get my last payment. Can I meet up with you tonight?"
"Yeah sure here I'll give you my address, although I can't say I'll be home Antonio will probably have some work for me, if I'm not the spare key is in a little compartment in the door." Lovino grabbed a piece of paper off a nearby table and took a pen out of his pocket scribbling the address down and handing Feliciano the paper.
"Here... Its about 6... Want to eat here? I can cook you know" he said cheerfully.
"Sure I guess~ I'm in no rush."
"Great!" Fèliciano ran to the kitchen and pulled out a pot. He grabbed the noodles, seasonings, etc... And in about an hour the food was done. "Here is some home made pasta! Enjoy-"
"Oh uhh... thanks." Lovino began to gorging the noodles having it be one of his favorite foods.
Fèliciano ate his own serving and placed the empty plate in the garbage. There was a sudden knock on the door. "G-go! Hide in the closet!" he whispered frantically-
"W-what..." Lovino didn't object and only slid into the closet as his heart began to race.
There was a sound of the door opening. "Hello Fèli..." a deep voice rang. The young Italian answered. "H-hi... Ludwig... Back so soon?" He asked nervously.
"Yes... I left early. Why aren't you ready?"
"I... I was eating.." he said with a sudden gasp.
There was sounds of ruffling, banging, and gasps. Fèliciano moaned cutely before whimpering. More ruffling and shifting...
Sounds, smells, words... all for hours... Fèliciano was a caged animal under the control of another man. Fèliciano moaned again and shouted as he had multiple times before. "Stop! Please!"
"Don't you dare tell me to stop..." he deep voice panted in a heavy German accent.
"Please-!" he gasped followed by a groan. "S-so... rough..." he panted. If only he could tell Lovi to run out somehow... If only Lovino wasn't there to listen...
Lovino had been tempted to jump out of the closet and do something millions of times during the hours he was trapped there. Even just listening to it made him disgusted, saddened, protective, and shamefully slightly turned on... all at once. During what was probably their fifth round Lovino felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and he went into overdrive attempting to silence it.
Fèliciano screamed out giving him time to silence it, knowing that it was vibrating from his good hearing.
Lovino shakily dropped the call.
Fèliciano flinched, luckily the German thought of it for different reasons. And the same went on longer... The grunts and groans and high pitched moans that Fèliciano gave off soon grew tired. How long could this man go? Fèliciano thought.
Lovino sat in the closet his emotions all mixing together driving him nearly insane the caller had been Bella, probably asking where he had disappeared to.
Fèliciano couldn't take it anymore and from what the sound was, he burst into tears. Not happy tears, painful tears... But it didn't seem like the German had any remorse to it at all.
Lovino' was losing it, he was just about ready to burst out of the closet and strangle the stranger outside. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he began to whisper almost silently to himself. Again, his phone began to vibrate only this time he let it hoping the other man would hear and stop.
But even the noise didn't stop the sounds of rape outside that door. Fèliciano whimpered. when would he stop? Would this pain end?
Lovino decided he had had enough. He slowly opened the closet door waiting for a reaction, some sort of recognition that the other man had noticed his presence.
The German seemed invincible at this point. But surprisingly eventually he got off of Fèliciano, rolled to the side, dived under the covers and into sleep.
Lovino burst out of the closet at that moment, a few tears of fear running down his face, he was pretty sure he was about to die. He hadn't realized the silence was because the man had gone to sleep.
Fèliciano didn't bother to look at him. His face was beat red. The Italian brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them as he lowered his head.
Lovino stood up quickly and ran over to the bed reaching his hand out to help Feliciano out. "Let's go." He whispered.
Fèliciano tried to stand. His feet shifted in every which way before his body fell forward into Lovino's arms.
Lovino helped Feliciano get off the bed, setting him gently on the floor and whispering to him, "Give me a second okay... I'm going to get revenge for you... no one should treat anyone that way..." Lovino stood up, leaving Feliciano on the floor and grabbed the lamp that lay on the bedside table. He shook a few moments then closed his eyes and sent it at the sleeping man. The lamp shattered on impact, he heard a cry and he took that as his cue to leave. He picked Feliciano up, grabbing his clothing off the floor and running out of the apartment.
"Lovi-!" he squealed with a worn voice.
Fèliciano clutched Lovino's shirt with raised eyebrows. "You're crazy!" With the rough steps the Italian took Fèliciano moved closer.
Lovino struggled to breathe as he ran down the street, he ran behind one of the abandoned houses down the street and gently set Feliciano down. "I-I never said I wasn't..." He struggled for air. "Here..." He threw Feliciano's cloths in front of him. "G-get dressed..." He turned around to hide the blush that began to spread across his face.
Fèliciano knew exactly how to fool someone, push them over edge slowly. After all... It was his job! With a smirk on his lips he made sure he was in view as he turned around and slowly changed back into his shirt. Teasingly he slid the top up over his shoulders and purposefully messed up the buttons on the front.
"Get dressed normally stupid." Lovino wasn't falling for it.
"How did you...? How many girls have you slept with?! " Feliciano shouted.
"N-none!" Lovino lied.
Fèliciano could tell a lie right off the bat. "Quit lying and answer me god damn it!"
"S-shut up... seriously just get dressed." Lovino grumbled.
"I'm dressed! Now tell me! You obviously know the ropes!" he grumbled rather irritably.
"W-what do you expect?! I'm not a complete pervert!" Lovino grunted
Fèliciano blushed and looked down. "So... your saying I am..?"
"N-no! But...I... I'm not some sort of playboy..." Lovino countered.
"Oh? So are you intending I'm a playboy then?!" he shouted again, hearing those words... So many people shouting around him...
"No!" Lovino didn't know how to make it sound right. "I never said anything about you! A-and y-you were h-hitting on me j-just now!" Lovino mumbled slightly embarrassed saying it.
Fèliciano blushed, realizing he was caught in his own tracks. This being.. a first... "Oh... right... Let's go then..." he said quietly as he rushed ahead of Lovino forgetting about his buttons being put together wrong
Lovino grabbed Feliciano's hand before he could get far off. "Hey, f-fix your shirt first!"
"I already did!" he shouted angrily, not noticing the buttons riding up his shirt.
"Look down stupid!" Lovino yelled back still holding Feliciano's hand tightly.
"M-my hand..." he gasped painfully. The younger Italian did as told. "Whoops!" he blushed. How could he forget? Maybe it was because Lovino didn't do it for him? It was so different outside of that apartment... Fèliciano fumbled with his single hand to unbutton and re-button his shirt.
Lovino let go of his grasp on the other man's hand, allowing him to re-button it better.
Fèliciano fumbled more. He never really actually put on his own clothes... Usually Ludwig forced them on him. So truthfully he didn't know how to button it correctly, he kept putting each one in the wrong hole.
Lovino sighed and turned to look at Feliciano. "Do you need some help?" Lovino could tell this time that it wasn't acting.
He blushed as his angered expression threatened the other man. "No! I-i can get it!" he shouted, resuming to fumbling.
"...You know...its easy you just line up the last button first then move up."
"Well I cant find the first one!" he shouted. His hands dropped to the side. Tears trickled down his cheeks. "Fuck..." he mumbled.
"Its easy see." Lovino move forward and took the last button on the bottom and buttoned it. "Now just do the next one up and so on."
Fèliciano blushed as he watched Lovino button his shirt. For some reason... he felt powerless, actually dominated. The person over him was his new wall as his fell down in pieces. How could he let something so simple take over him? Where did his strength go? Fèliciano's eyes met with the equally brown eyes as they had before. There in those mans eyes reflected himself. A different him than what he usually was used to. His strength gone, weaknesses revealed... He opened his eyes to look at the man above him.
Lovino finished quickly. "See? Now you can do it next time." He smiled and began to walk back towards the street.
"W-wait for me!" Fèliciano shouted as he ran to catch up.
"Well I kind of have to let you live with me now right?" He chuckled to himself lightly.
Fèliciano stopped his expression anger yet again. "W-well... Don't make it sound so ... couple like!"
"Well you were the one taking it that way~" Lovino countered making his way down the street.
"I was not! I'm a prostitute! Not a matchmaker!" he shouted trying to hold his defense.
"And now your making it sound even worse." Lovino chuckled.
Fèliciano blushed from ear to ear. "Shut up!" he shouted. "If it were anything like anything than you would have kissed me by now anyway!"
"I've said this before, I'm not a pervert." Lovino was suddenly extremely upset about the comment. "Anyways it's not like your looking for something like that! Your trying to escape what you had correct?"
"I'm sorry the last 5 years of my life has been dedicated to sex!" he shouted feeling somewhat offended. "I cant help what I've learned!"
"I know I wasn't saying that... well whatever forgot those 5 years, this is a new start, okay?" Lovino stopped and looked back at Feliciano.
"Besides... I don't see you and I anyway... " he mumbled under his breath.
"Hmmm?" Lovino asked.
Fèliciano looked down, avoiding Lovinos eyes. "I don't think I could ever imagine us together anyway..." he said a little louder
"Oh... well we just met and... I-I'm straight so..." Lovino coughed a little embarrassed for some reason.
A booming sensation traveled through the younger Italians body. His heart felt like it was aching in pain. He felt like such a hypocrite as he reflected on his words. 'No chance... I was right... but why... why do I feel so pained by the thought?!'
"Hey what's with that look? I-I didn't mean it like i-in a you're not lovable way i-it's just.." Lovino stuttered to find a way out of it all.
As hot and cruel as it sounded to himself, Fèliciano just didn't want to answer back. He couldn't simply decide if he rather hear the man try to fix the mess he made or leave it alone as it stood.
His hearts throbbing pain traveled to his head creating an all new headache from the one he had that morning.
"Shut up..." he whispered, a crack separating the truth in his voice from the lies.
"Urrr..." Lovino didn't know what else to say he settled for just grabbing Feliciano's hand and leading him towards his home. "Cheer up stupid, your going to have to spend a lot of time with me so you should start getting used to me."
Lovino dragged Feliciano around for about 3 blocks before stopping in front of a rather large apartment building. "I'm on the top floor so I'm going to take the elevator, would you rather walk?" Lovino asked the dazed man behind him.
"N-no.. I can go with you, right?" he asked. Fèliciano mentally slapped himself for such a ridiculous question. Once said, cant be taken back. That's what he was told by... someone... but who?
"Yeah of course, come on then." Lovino smiled once more and walked inside to the nearby elevator.
The glass was cleaner than Fèliciano expected. The walls surrounding them were silver with shine from the entering sun. It smelled so fresh, so new! Fèliciano couldn't believe that leaving his home.. no, his cage could feel so good! He felt so free. It brought a smile to his lips.
Lovino pressed the large seven and waited as the elevator rose. It took only a few moments before the doors opened and Lovino made his way down the hallway in front of him.
Fèliciano snapped from the daze when he felt the warmth beside him go away. "W-wait! You're too fast Lovino!" he shouted, struggling to catch up with the man.
"Oh sorry, I thought you were behind me" He stopped and waited a moment for Feliciano to catch up before walking just a couple more feet to a plain wooden door. "It's not much but..." Lovino slid his hand into his pocket taking a key out and sliding it into the door knob. "I hope you can feel comfortable here." He opened the door to reveal an average sized apartment with one bedroom, one bathroom, a large living room, small kitchen, and a beautiful balcony
The first thing that caught the young adults eyes was the balcony. It was sparkling. Perfect in every shape. How the sun rays shone through the window, hitting the plush carpet...oo- how it was so amazing! A true sight!
"I love it here!" Fèliciano exclaimed.
Fèliciano skipped towards the kitchen. He examined the size. Enough space for two people to wander was what he came up with. "Great! I can cook breakfast!" He touched the pots and pans each. Their smell lingering around of pizza or pasta. Tomato sauces, seasonings, spices galore! Fèliciano hadn't been to such a wonderful place!
The next stop was the bedroom. It was rather small. There was a single twin bed sitting idly against the wall. For sure, the bed was big enough for the two of them. Maybe a little cramped but for their size, they could manage. Fèliciano headed back to the main room where Lovino stood. "This place is better than my apartment!" he cheered.
Lovino couldn't help but snort a little at that. "If you say so, but its rather small and it was just what I could afford." Lovino noticed the way Feliciano was eying the bed. "Oh by the way I'll be sleeping on the couch, its a pull out so you can have the bed."
"Why are you going to work to sleep? Pull out beds take work!" Fèliciano asked. "Let's sleep together!"
Fèliciano smiled brightly, eyes glowing with pure innocence.
Lovino blinked a couple times. "Uhm if your really okay with it I guess that works..."
"Sure! I don't see why not? We are living together after all."
With that the younger man began to fumble again with his shirt, unable to undo the buttons.
"Wait are you already tired?" Lovino asked, a little confused, the sun was still setting as well.
"I was pounded to a pulp OF COURSE IM TIRED!" Fèliciano bellowed. His fingers played more irritably with the same button.
"O-oh yeah..." Lovino watched Feliciano struggle with the buttons a bit longer. "Want help?"
Fèliciano avoided any type of stare he thought he could. His arms fell limp again. "Fine... Fine!" he shouted, his voice rising in anger.
"Oh calm down." Lovino chuckled and came forward to assist him.
"How can I calm down when undressing myself is a difficulty?!" he shouted, letting out all his sudden anger.
"Ehh you'll learn eventually and it's cute right now~" Lovino chuckled once more, working on the buttons.
Fèliciano choked hard as he jacket fell off his shoulders. Black and blue teeth marks shaded their way down his neck and shoulder. The marks throbbed. The cold air felt good against the delicate un shielded flesh. "That stings..." he mumbled, tracing his fingers across the deep bites.
Lovino couldn't help but wince a little just looking at the marks. "It's not right that he'd do that to you... damn bastard deserved what he got." Lovino growled.
"Are they done bleeding?" he asked nervously. The amber eyes hid once again behind thin flesh, not daring to reveal themselves to such a grotesque sight.
"No, they were bleeding..?" Lovino felt sickened with himself that he hadn't come out earlier.
Fèliciano couldn't bring himself to answer the question. He wanted to forget it all... Like Lovino said, start again new, but how was he to accomplish such a task when one of the most important of things in life was taken away by force? Love...