A/N: Oh, I had this sudden idea and had to write it! I will probably be updating this story and the other one consecutively, so I don't lose the ideas for either or the inspiration. Not sure yet, but I hope this is enjoyed!
Lovino awoken from the sting of the bright sun that shone through an opening in the curtains of a nearby window. He slowly opened his eyes and sat up, yawning as he rubbed them. He looked around the strange room he didn't recognize, and then down at his wristwatch. Damn, it was already almost noon, he thought to himself. Suddenly, he cringed a little from the odd pain in his hips. He rubbed his hand against his right side, as he took notice of his naked body. This wasn't unusual, since he usually slept nude; well, not completely nude. He always wore his boxers but this time they were no where in sight. A small yawn from close by broke his train of thought, and he looked to his left to find a very shocking sight.
"Gilbert… Gilbert!" he yelled, roughing shaking the half-sleeping body next to him.
Finally, the sleepy man lazily opened his eyes and sat up as he scratched his messy head of hair.
"Ah.. Guten morgen~" Gilbert smiled, as he leaned forward and began to gently kiss on Lovino's soft skin down his neck and to his collarbone.
"No! Stop that!" Lovino yelled again, blushing as he pushed Gilbert away and tried to cover his bare body. He then took notice that Gilbert was naked under these strange sheets as well.
"What's wrong? You're being so cold all of a sudden," Gilbert childishly frowned as he tried to wrap his arms around Lovino's body to tightly squeeze him.
"Snap out of it, dumb ass!" Lovino smacked him back and forth on his cheeks to fully awaken him.
"Ow! What the fuck?" he whined, rubbing his cheeks as his little daze disappeared.
"Don't you remember? We... seriously had sex last night!" Lovino covered his dark red face with the sheets and cursed to himself, before getting out of the bed to find his clothing. All of his items were scattered across the floor along with Gilbert's. They must have really been going at it the night before, because his body was so exhausted and still a bit sore as he tried to put on the clothes with the little dignity he still had left.
"Mmm.. and awesome sex it was," Gilbert chuckled, as he yawned and watched Lovino panic, practically dancing around the room.
"That's not the fucking point! You have a girlfriend, remember? Yeah, and I'm not her!"
A huge and bright light bulb went off in Gilbert's head. That is to say, it shattered. He showed an expression of horror as he covered his face with both of his hands, wishing he could drown himself in sorrow right about now.
"Ja... I'm dead," he said. From the looks of it, they were on a pretty high floor in whatever building it was. It looked like a hotel room, so he could simply end it all right there. That would have been less painful and quicker than whatever Elizaveta was going to do to him. The window was nearby, so maybe if he could just sneak out of it, problem solved.
"Not a word of this to anyone, or we'll both lose our damn heads," Lovino warned, as he tried not to think of what would happen to him. He knew how strong and fierce that chick was, everyone knew. After their college days, she tried to act like a classy woman with style but on the inside, she was nothing but a brute. Well, Lovino did not want to meet that side of her and so he would be discreet as possible.
"I agree, as long as you don't run your mouth to anyone about your awesome taste of my five meters, we're cool. Especially don't tell Feli, of all people," Gilbert said, trying to play it cool. He quickly got up from the warm bed and dressed himself as Lovino ignored that previous statement.
Lovino shook his head and they exited the room together once they'd fixed the toppled furniture. Walking out of the hotel turned into a rather difficult challenge, as the evil sunlight and the roaring sound of the busy city set in. Gilbert whined from his throbbing hangover, Lovino was just glad his headache wouldn't turn into a coma; as long as no one found out about their night of fun.
"So.. what are you going to do now? Didn't Liz put you out last night?" Lovino asked, as he turned to face Gilbert.
"Mhm. I'll just go apologize for whatever I did wrong, I forgot. What about you?"
"I'm going back home to rest, I suppose. Well, it's a bit late for that. I don't know, don't care," Lovino sighed and kicked a nearby rock into the street.
"We should just do whatever we normally do, until we're completely sober. You know, so we don't raise any suspicions."
"Of course, I was going to say that next! Well, see you.." Lovino said, avoiding eye contact as they awkwardly shook hands before Lovino caught a taxicab home.
Hopefully, Feliciano wouldn't be home. That would leave him the chance to go straight to his bedroom and hide under his own sheets for awhile to think things through. As much as he liked Gilbert, he didn't expect things to go the way that they had. Besides, he was supposed to be interested in that chick from Belgium! Although, she was really perky and a tease, so it kind of annoyed him to be around her for too long. When he got tired of using his gentleman act, he'd usually go hang out with the guys. Being with Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert always made him feel like he could be himself.
But he mostly felt this way when he was with Gilbert. That bastard was always so funny, aside from his annoying remarks. When one could finally get past his hard outer shell, they would learn that Gilbert was one of the greatest friends to ever have. Sure, he had a big ego and scared off the ladies with his obnoxiousness, but Lovino truly admired the way Gilbert could be himself no matter where he was. It made Lovino wish he could be a little more like him; minus the shitty arrogance, love for potatoes, loud mouth, and every other obvious flaw. Still, no one was perfect, especially not Lovino himself.
If Gilbert was single, Lovino would no doubt take that opportunity to claim him as fast as he could. Wait, that wasn't right. Why would he want to do such a ridiculous thing? He'll admit that maybe, just maybe, he sort of kinda had a little tiny itty bit of those type of feelings for Gilbert. And by that, he meant he'd secretly been hardcore crushing on the guy for many months now but his brain hid that fact so he wouldn't go insane. Still, he knew it, anyway.
When he arrived home, Lovino quietly walked inside and headed for the stairs. It was silent, so that must mean Feli isn't here, he thought. What a relief!
"Hey, you're back!"
Nope, he had thought too soon.
"Yeah, I'm back.." he turned around to see Feliciano darting towards him from around the corner.
"What happened to you? I called and texted you many times last night and this morning! I was so worried, are you alright?" Feliciano exclaimed, looking all over Lovino's body to make sure he wasn't injured.
"I'm fine, stop being so damn loud.. I have a headache," Lovino croaked, as he went into the other room and collapsed onto the sofa.
"So, where were you? I invited you to go with Luddy and I to the movies! But you never answered, so we went without you. Then, this morning I invited you to breakfast at the café, but you didn't answer and we went without you again."
"Thanks, I like thinking about being left behind. Seriously though, why would I want to go anywhere with you and that macho bastard? Had it not occurred to you that I hate him, despite all the times I have said so? Besides, I was out with Gilbert last night."
"Really? What'd you guys do?" Feliciano asked, pretty much ignoring the other things Lovino had said.
"Uh.. well, he called me because he got into another fight with his chick. Not Gilbird, but Lizzy. You know, the usual stupid arguments.." Lovino tried to explain, as his mind kept adverting to what happened when he had awoken this morning.
"And so I went with him to our usual bar, to have a few drinks and forget about women for a while. But, it sort of turned into a big rant about everything we hate in this world and we ended up drunk. So, we spent the night in his hotel room, since she kicked him out of the house," Lovino hurriedly explained as his heart began to race.
"Oh, I see! Gilbert's always getting into such trouble," Feliciano laughed, then added, "It must have been fun."
"What do you mean by fun?" Lovino glared suspiciously as if Feliciano knew something.
"I mean, you two must have had some crazy fun last night."
"WHAT? !"
"I-I.. just assumed it was fun at the bar! You two always complain about things, so I thought it must have been fun complaining together!" Feliciano cried, as Lovino was about to bash his face in.
"Well, yeah! Duh. And why am I even telling you this? Shut up, it's none of your damn business!" he shouted, as he quickly ran up the stairs and into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
"What did I say wrong?" Feliciano shrugged, then went back to making his little scrapbook full of pictures of him, Ludwig, and Kiku.
After finally getting his apology accepted, Gilbert sighed with relief that his girlfriend hadn't caught onto anything. He gave himself a pat on the back, as this was a new record; being forgiven after only a day. In fact, it hadn't even been 24 hours since their little fight, and he was already back on top of his game. Even though he was forgiven, he knew not to mess with Elizaveta for awhile, so he went outside into the backyard and drank some coffee, since his stomach wouldn't be able to hold beer for a little while.
"You look like scum. What happened to you?"
Gilbert looked up from his lounge chair to see Vash and Lili staring at him in concern.
"Oh, it's you two. I've got a lot of things on my mind, so can you go be cute little kids somewhere else?" he said, obnoxiously slurping his coffee and shooing a hand at them to go away.
"I'm an adult just as well as you are! Although, I am far more mature and intelligent," Vash snarled, crossing his arms. It was true, 18 means that one is an adult now! And he was soon to be 19, so Gilbert could go fall off a cliff for all he cared.
"Um… Good afternoon, Gilbert! Did you forget? Today is Sunday. We always visit every other Sunday," Lili said, shyly waving as she held a freshly baked peach pie in her arms.
"Oh right. Lizzy's somewhere inside the house, probably still a little pissed off. But, you should go happily greet her to put a smile of her grouchy face!" Gilbert said, hoping it would work.
"Come on, Lili," Vash said, walking off into the home as Lili followed closely behind.
"Save me a piece of pie!" Gilbert called out, as he lounged back into the chair.
Hopefully the sight of those two cute little faces would perk the 'witch' up. Then, Gilbert would be able to relax and retreat to the basement and play his games for awhile. He couldn't understand why Elizaveta constantly had visitors coming over to their house, it was annoying because that meant he couldn't walk around all day in his boxers! When company was over, she wouldn't allow him to even hide somewhere in the house to watch TV or browse around on his computer. She liked people too much, Gilbert thought. Sometimes she tried to act like a trophy wife, even though it clearly didn't work and they were definitely not married. Although they had been dating for a couple years, it did actually feel like they'd been married for at least 10. She would 'bitch' at every little thing he did; well, he saw them as little things.
Alright, so maybe leaving dirty clothing all around the house, eating on the couch, never helping with the chores, and complaining whenever she forced him to help with anything was more than just a small problem. However, if she actually took the time to acknowledge all of his awesomeness, he would probably be willing to help with things. It was a great wonder why she actually kept him around.
"Because I'm fucking awesome," Gilbert said to himself, as he tried to list many reasons to make himself feel better.
It must have been his awesomeness, that would be the number one reason. The second reason had to be the awesome sex he offered, although sometimes she would push him away; but whatever, she probably couldn't handle his wildness. The third reason had to be his sexy body, chicks dig the body. Even he couldn't resist himself, when he looked in the mirror all he saw was perfection.
His messy, snowy white hair symbolized the fact that he was just too awesome for color. He rocked at everything he did, so naturally his hair would be rockin'! His crimson red eyes was like a window, peering into his soul, and if you look into them, you automatically get sucked in and can never get out. With those eyes, he could make people do whatever he wanted them to do! The only reason they never did what he wanted, was because he felt it was wrong to use his great powers for evil.
"I could be a poet," he said, but nah, that was for sissies.
And now he was bored, out of coffee, a little queasy, and didn't want to go inside to be social. Everything seemed so annoying right now, he just wanted to go back to sleep and forget all about trying hard to please his partner, even though he wasn't really trying at all. He wished he could just do whatever he wanted, when he wanted. Yeah, just like he always did when he was around Francis, Antonio, and..
"Lovi.." he whispered, a faint blush appearing on his face as he remembered some of the hot 'events' from the night before.
Lovino had a really nice body, from what he recalled. A few hours ago he'd been lucky enough to get a better view of it in the daylight, when Lovino scurried about the room to put on his clothes.
"So cute," Gilbert chuckled, almost wishing he could have been the one to dress Lovino, or perhaps, undress him. Oh wait, he had done just that last night. It seems his memory of it all had completely returned.
"Man, I'm good!" he said to himself, repeating the sexual experience in his head over and over again like a movie that was in the first person point of view. Lovino wasn't bad himself, he had many nice moves and techniques of his own, for a guy whose main noticeable trait was his bad attitude. It was the first time Gilbert had ever done it like that before, with someone who put so much passion into it.
He enjoyed the way Lovino had kissed his chest and playfully pulled his hair. He liked to gaze into those dazzling, teary hazel eyes that stared back at him with so much lust, it turned him on even more. The best details were Lovino's burning, embarrassed red face the entire time, as he bit his lip to try and hold in his loud moaning, which he failed to do by the way. It was so 'awesome' how he called out Gilbert's name many times, which let him know how good it felt.
If only Elizaveta would do such things, instead of treating him like a bull and sometimes roughly fighting back as if she was fighting for dominance, which was impossible because of his awesomeness, Gilbert thought.
As if he'd completely forgotten she was in fact his girlfriend, it only now just hit him what this whole situation meant.
"Then, that means… fuck," Gilbert cursed, because this now labeled him as an official cheater.
His ignorance had blocked that fact from him, and he realized that his little fun last night wasn't simply just a big secret between him and Lovino. No, it was a commit of adultery; sure they weren't married but it was still that! Not even once in his life had he thought of doing such a thing, but that was only because he never cared for long-term relationships, instead he preferred the occasional awesome flirting with people and one-night stands. One day, however, he realized that while everyone around him started to take their relationships seriously, and even some of his old friends getting engaged, he was still alone. Of course, now he had someone but he had fucked it up in one emotional night.
Suddenly, he began to panic. Not only would she kill him if she'd ever found out, but she'd tell everyone about his crime, then his reputation as being the most awesome guy ever would be ruined, and he'd be known as a liar, a cheater, and a whore.
Another problem was that deep inside, he knew he had some feelings for Lovino. Those had appeared even before they had sex, long before. There was no way he could be with both of them at the same time, with their acknowledgment. So, he had decided to keep what he already had before he would have nothing. That didn't solve the problem, though, and those damn feelings began to grow the more time he spent with Lovino. And well, last night had sent him over the edge.
He promised he wouldn't tell a soul, but what should he do? If he went into the house right now, he wouldn't be able to look his girlfriend in the eyes without spilling the beans from all of the horrible guilt inside of himself. Usually, when he had a problem, he'd consult Francis. That guy always knew what to say, but sometimes he only made it worse by saying things such as the truth being able to set people free.
"Fuck that, I don't want to die," Gilbert said, as he stood up and discreetly exited the property. He supposed the only thing to do was to visit the nearest chapel and confess his sins like he used to when he was little.
Lovino plopped down on his bed, wildly screaming into his pillow like a small child. After his lungs gave out, he turned over on his back and stared at the ceiling. His eyes started to water as he couldn't believe what he had done. If only he had kept his hands to himself, he wouldn't have ruined Gilbert's relationship; as if it wasn't already kind of screwed up and odd enough! It was normal for Gilbert to fuck things up and then get kicked out for many different periods of time, so why had things gone differently this time?
He had to admit, that night had probably been the greatest night of his entire life so far. Yes, he could still feel a little bit of pain but god damn it, it was worth it. It was different from the couple times he had done it with chicks back in his college days, which was only a couple years ago, but it was still amazing. He thought the simple fact that he had done it with Gilbert would be a reason to love it, but that bastard sure knew how to give him what he wanted. He was wild, but Lovino liked that, it really suited him.
"What the fuck! Am I turning into that French creep?" Lovino yelled, trying to get the perverted thoughts from his head.
He would very much have liked to think about something else now, but he just couldn't. Not only did he kiss his crush, but they went so far as to have sex. While it seemed like an accomplishment at first, it was tragic. He had respect for other people's relationships, but that all seemed ruined now, considering he didn't have any of that respect last night. Now it would seem like a very unfortunate incident between two drunk friends, something that happened at the spur of the moment. He didn't want that at all, because that would mean he would soon be forgotten, once Gilbert got over it.
"I'm pathetic.." he said to himself, rolling over onto his stomach so that his pillow would absorb his tears.
One thing that was for sure, was that it would be extremely awkward and uncomfortable around Gilbert from now on. He didn't even want to think about how it would be around him and Elizaveta. If luck was on his side, he wouldn't have to face either of them for a long time. Maybe if he waited long enough, this whole thing would just blow over and be forgotten.
"Yeah, right. Maybe when I'm long dead," he shook his head, as he stood up and wiped his tears.
He glanced in the small mirror on his desk, to find that he looked like a total disaster. Those dark marks and bags under his eyes didn't suit him at all, and his hair hadn't even been brushed since yesterday morning. He desperately needed to get it together, and to look like his usual dashing self. He grabbed a spare change of clothing and hopped into the shower.
"..Alright, that's fucking disgusting," he shuddered, as he watched the little present Gilbert had decided to leave deep inside of him go down the drain. At least he wasn't a woman, so there was no need to panic in case of an unplanned pregnancy.
After drowning his sorrow in the hot steam, he exited the bathroom and dried off, putting on his new clothing and feeling fresh. Well, he looked fresh but he still felt like the most miserable person on earth. Seriously? Sleeping with your best friend, aka your acquaintance's boyfriend? He just couldn't get over it.
He thought about slouching down onto his bed once again, or watching a long stupid movie to put him to sleep, but a sudden knock came to his door.
"What?" he answered, as he opened it and stared at his younger brother.
"Do you want to go out to dinner with Luddy and I? We're going somewhere Italian so you don't have to worry," Feliciano offered, smiling as Lovino looked far better now than he did when he had first arrived home.
"For the last fucking time, when you make offers with his name in it-" Lovino began to rant, but was interrupted by the sound of his rumbling stomach. He had just remembered that he woke up at noon, but hadn't eaten all day. This sudden attack became unbearable, and he needed to stuff something in his mouth as quickly as possible.
"Sounds like you're hungry! The offer still stands, of course," Feliciano smiled brightly, as Lovino resisted the urge to smack that grin off of his face. He couldn't, anyway, he was far too weak and only cared about food right now.
"Does that fucker know he's paying?" Lovino grumbled, as he grabbed his sweater.
"He usually pays when we go out to eat, because he likes to leave an approximate amount as a tip. Something about being orderly."
"Good, I'll make sure to order the biggest dessert there is," Lovino chuckled, as they walked out of the house and locked the door behind them.
"Dessert sounds really good right about now. And hey, I'll drive!" Feliciano cheerfully grabbed the keys from Lovino's hands and hopped into the driver's seat.
After running 6 red lights, 3 stop signs, making an illegal U-turn, almost crashing into a fire hydrant, running over a poor squirrel, and all the while going over 100 miles per hour, they finally arrived at the restaurant in which Ludwig was supposed to meet them at. Lovino smiled to himself when he saw that it was one of his favorites, he would sometimes go there alone, just to have a cup of coffee or a little bit of chocolate to calm his nerves.
It was ruined when he saw Ludwig's obnoxious German face.
"Did you arrive here safely?" Ludwig asked, as Feliciano gave him a big hug.
"Yup! No problem at all, and my brother is so happy to join us," he said, turning around to face Lovino.
"Yeah, I'm so fucking happy to see your ugly ass face. Let's get inside already, I'm starving as hell and you're paying," Lovino hissed, rolling his eyes as his venom stung Ludwig straight in the chest.
Being the third wheel is no fun, especially when you have to listen to your little brother go on and on about bullshit the entire time. After Lovino ordered his favorite plate of pasta with Spanish tomato sauce, he watched in disgust as Feliciano sat so close to Ludwig and helped him order something meaty.
"So, earlier I told Luddy not to worry anymore, since you were with Gilbert last night. Turns out he was worried because he heard about those love bird's little argument and Gilbert wouldn't answer his phone, either!" Feliciano said, as he swirled his glass of red wine in one hand.
"Oh yeah? I don't really care," Lovino spat, as he went back to playing with the tablecloth on his side.
"Well, I wanted to properly thank you. So, thank you for taking care of my brüder, I know he can be a handful when he's drunk," Ludwig said, then flinching at the death stare that Lovino shot at him.
"I wasn't taking care of him! We just went out for drinks like we usually do, it's nothing special. So won't you two stop being so damn annoying?" he said, quickly gulping down his entire glass of wine and hoping the pretty waitress would be bringing their food back soon.
"Is something wrong? You seem especially grouchy today ever since you came back earlier," Feliciano said, looking concerned as Lovino nervously tapped his fingers on the table.
"You're blind, nothing's wrong. Except for the fact you won't shut up about it."
"As long as everything went alright. I'm just glad you two didn't go drunk driving.. So, do you know where he went afterwards? He only texted back earlier saying that he was busy," Ludwig asked, as the waitress finally arrived with their steaming plates of food.
"Yeah, yeah. He went back to make up with his broad, and he's probably busy having make-up sex right now so who gives a shit?" Lovino flatly said as he quickly ravished his food. It tasted even more delicious than it'd ever had before, probably because he was starving and trying to eat away his depression.
"Oh, alright.." Ludwig fidgeted in discomfort from that personal information and began to eat his food.
"It all looks so delicious! Here, taste mine. It's heavenly," Feliciano exclaimed, taking his food and shoving it into Ludwig's open mouth.
"Mm! - Indeed, it is very delicious. Please warn me next time?" he said, after he swallowed the food and wiped the excess sauce from the corner's of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, let's try it again," Feliciano then took his fork and fed a little more to the blushing German next to him, as if he was some big baby.
Lovino only shook his head and tried to ignore the disgusting sight in front of him. When he finished his plate, he would make sure to get the most expensive dessert possible to make the damn potato bastard think twice before acting so horribly in his presence.
He barbarically gulped down another glass full of red wine, and then some water. He then mumbled, "I fucking hate couples."
A/N: Ohonhonhon~ I don't know. Next chapter will be up sooner or later, but I might update my other story first. I think I kinda like where this is going, hmm, you tell me.