A/N: I've been thinking about a fanfiction like this for days now. A young Lovino, uneducated in sex and life, curious about everything. A furious Spaniard, jealous that the young boy he had fallen for would turn to someone other than him for experience…

If you don't like angst, violence, swearing, smut, talk of puberty, underage sexual activities, etc, then don't read this, for the love of Merlin.

My writing has been turning weird lately, what with 'Imagine' and now this! I'm being corrupted- and I love it~!

Also the song lyrics probably don't make any sense in regards to the story but the song is pretty angsty sounding so yeah, I thought it kind of fit. It's called 'Don't Fake This' by Chevelle. Perhaps you ought to listen to it whilst you read? xD

And the Spanish, French and Italian might be wrong because I wrote this pretty late at night and I kind of just guessed.

oops.

Ignoring a loss of sight.

Afraid to blink,

I might lose the sun…

So don't fake this,

Don't fake this,

Don't fake this,

Don't!

Antonio had been drinking coffee at the dinner table when his dear Lovino approached him. Just fourteen, he was starting to get older. Antonio couldn't deny that he loved the way Lovino's jaw and cheekbones had started be become more defined. Antonio knew that soon, Lovino would be a handsome man and he would not be able to keep women away from him.

Lovino sat across from Antonio and said simply, "I just got off the phone with my fratello."

"Mm? What did you two speak about?" Antonio sipped his coffee. Lovino shifted, looking slightly uncomfortable. "He told me that he has this new friend. A boy. And that he had a… a dirty dream about the boy." Lovino informed Antonio. Antonio laughed lightly, apparently amused at the thought of Feliciano getting all hot and bothered.

"What's so funny? Nothing is funny right now! Anyway, bastard, I wanted to ask if it was normal. For him to have thoughts about a boy like that. He's only twelve."

"Of course it is, Lovino. A lot of boys and girls think about their own gender sometimes. It's all part of growing up."

"What are you saying?! I've never thought about a boy!" Lovino cried, sounding offended. He was of course a strict catholic, despite his drinking and swearing at such a young age. Antonio laughed again and Lovino resisted the urge to punch the older man.

"I never said that you did, Lovino. But you are getting older. What do you think of girls?"

"They're alright." Lovino admitted. He liked to watch them when he went grocery shopping with Antonio. He liked the way they moved their hips. Antonio smiled, "They're more than alright once you get to know them better."

Lovino narrowed his eyes at the Spaniard. Antonio had never spoken to Lovino about girls and things before. Antonio just didn't know how to say the things he needed to say, about what goes where and how it all works, and why Lovino probably woke up with an erection, and why his voice squeaked sometimes. Of course Antonio knew those things must have been happening- he had heard Lovino's voice soar octaves higher from time to time, so surely everything else was going on.

"Whatever. I don't care about all that stuff." Lovino said, standing up and walking towards the glass door of the kitchen, presumably to go out to the tomato garden. Antonio smiled after him. "You'll care about it soon, Lovino. And I'll be here to talk to you about it when you're ready."

But Lovino did not go to Antonio when he decided he was ready to know about sex and things.

A few days before Lovino decided he was ready, he had been grocery shopping with Antonio. instead of staring at the girls giggling together, Lovino found himself drawn to the boy who served them. Brown hair, fair skin, grey eyes, square jaw, thick lips. His sleeves were rolled up to expose arms with creamy skin, slight muscle tone showing through. As his boyish hands scanned the items, Lovino found himself staring, mouth practically agape. Antonio didn't even seem to notice that Lovino's eyes were entirely occupied by the boy, probably only seventeen or so years old, that was serving them. The boy said a cheerful goodbye, smiling at Lovino in a way that made Lovino flush pink in the cheeks. On the way back out to the car, Antonio frowned at Lovino.

"Are you feeling okay? You look a little flustered."

"I'm fine, bastard! Leave me alone!" Lovino had snapped defensively, still thinking of the beautiful boy back in the grocery store.

So not long after the grocery store incident, Lovino found himself standing at the doorstep of somewhere he had previously tried very hard to avoid.

Francis's house.

He knocked on the door nervously. After a few seconds, the blond haired, stubbly chinned man answered the door. He grinned at the sight of Lovino, inviting him in.

"Lovino, you usually are so eager to get away from me. Why turn up at my door suddenly?" He asked, gesturing for Lovino to sit on the plush white couch before a fire, in his living room. Lovino sat down, and cleared his throat.

"Do you have some wine?" He asked, trying to hide the shaking in his voice. He couldn't believe what he was doing…

Francis raised an eyebrow. "Oui, of course I do. I'll go pour us a glass each, shall I?" He left the room, and Lovino wondered what he would do next. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to try things out with a boy and he could think of no-one more perfect than Francis. Although he hated Francis, Francis was most likely an expert with that sort of thing, even with boys. Lovino looked down at his shirt, and then reached up, unbuttoning the first two buttons. There, maybe that's… sexy?

Francis entered the room, two wine glasses balanced delicately between slender fingers. He handed one to Lovino, and their hands touched. Lovino swallowed hard. He couldn't believe what he had planned on doing! He hated Francis, but the boy the other day had made him think, and Antonio had said it was totally fine to think.

But then, Lovino… wanted to do more than just thinking. Was that still fine, or was that crossing some sort of invisible line?

He sipped his wine, and Francis sat down beside him.

"You look very cute today, Lovino." Francis purred, and Lovino clenched the fist that wasn't holding the wine.

Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo... don't be a pussy, Lovino, say something! Say something… enticing. Say something suggestive. Say anything!

"Grazie, Francis. You too." I can't believe I just said that! Oh no, now I'm in for it…

Francis simpered, watching as Lovino quickly downed the wine. "More. I need more wine. Fuck, I need more wine." Lovino almost pleaded, and he stood up. He made his way into Francis's kitchen and looked around. Where does this bastard keep his wine?

Lovino spotted the bottle, and did not hesitate to open it and fill his glass. He gulped the red liquid as quickly as he could manage. He decided if he was going to do this, he had to at least be tipsy enough to not feel so much embarrassment; He was burning up all over as it was.

He returned to the kitchen after finishing his second glass and pouring his third. He sat down, and looked at Francis. The Frenchman was still savouring his first glass. Lovino silently cursed him- he would probably still be sober when, and if, they did anything!

Francis swallowed the last mouthful of wine, and he tilted his head at the young Italian.

"You're only a boy, Lovino." He said, and Lovino went bright red. Francis touched his cheek. "Just a child. But…" He leaned in, as though testing the waters. It took everything inside of Lovino to stop from pulling away. He reminded himself that he wanted it- he needed it.

Francis closed the distance, his lips cold and moist against Lovino's. Lovino had no idea what to do, and his lips did not even move against Francis's. Francis pulled away. "Mon Dieu, you've not even kissed anyone before… how very adorable. Lovino, just copy the movements of my mouth. It should be easy, mon amour." Francis purred, leaning in again. This time, Lovino tried very hard to move with Francis, and his breath came in puffs through his nostrils. Francis wrapped an arm around him, breaking the contact between their lips to pull the Italian onto his lap. Lovino squeaked a little, and Francis laughed lowly. "So cute, and so… virginal. But you want this. You want to figure things out, oui? That's why you came here. But… why not just ask Antonio to help you?"

"He wouldn't know as much as you." Lovino said, arms snaking around Francis's neck. Francis laughed again. "You would be surprised, little Lovino. Antonio has some stories he might keep from you, you know."

Before Lovino could ask what Francis meant, they were kissing again. The kiss was deep, and slow, and it sent shivers up Lovino's spine.

Part of him was disgusted- Francis was a grown man, Lovino was practically still a kid. But the idea of it also turned Lovino on a lot.

It was too bad that just as Lovino figured out he could be rubbing himself against Francis, the door opened.

"Francis, have you seen mi tomate? I haven't seen in for a while-" Antonio froze at the sight before him. Lovino stopped moving against Francis, pulling his lips away and going a deep shade of red. Anger crossed Antonio's face, and it was truly frightening.

"What the hell is happening here?! Francis, get off of him! Get off of my Lovi!" Antonio shouted, and Francis wore a smug smirk. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm on the bottom here. And anyway, Lovi sought me out in the first place."

Lovino could do nothing but blush and look down at Francis's chest in embarrassment. Though he soon felt rage boil inside him. Who does Antonio think he is, talking about me like he owns me?

"Stop touching him! He's not yours-"

"And I'm not yours either, Antonio! So stop acting like I'm a possession, you bastard!" Lovino yelled, turning to look at Antonio with furious eyes. Antonio looked taken back for a moment.

"I hate you! You're such a stupid idiot, and you ruin my life! Go away and leave me alone for once!"

Antonio didn't say anything. He just turned and stormed from the house, slamming the door on his way out. Silence followed, before Francis spoke up. "He's jealous. Jealous that you came to me instead of him." He punctuated his sentence with a kiss to Lovino's neck. Lovino shifted, pressing their lips and groins together again. After a few moments however, he pulled back, feeling guilt.

"Francis… I… I changed my mind."

"Because of Antonio, non? Ah, well, go to him. You are a little young for me, I suppose…" Francis said, kissing Lovino's mouth once more before Lovino moved off of him. He walked home, but hesitated at the door. Antonio would, of course, be upset…

But nothing could prepare Lovino for how upset Antonio was...

A/N: I have another chapter written for this, but I will only post it if people are interested in reading it. So leave a review if you liked it and want more (there will most likely be smut later on~)