A/N: I wrote this originally for the Spamano gift exchange on tumblr. I hope you enjoy it.
Once the seed had been planted, the roots could not be removed...
It could be much worse, Lovino assured himself as the bed creaked again.
So much worse, he continued internally with the following sigh.
So. Much. Worse, he insisted as an arm slapped onto his face.
Lovino lay fuming, perfectly still, as Antonio continued to toss and turn, throwing a leg over him and making him too hot, taking it (and the blankets) away, and making him too cold.
He'd tried everything. Laying on top of him, even letting Antonio— gag— hold him, but he'd be tossed aside eventually.
Yes, everything short of just fucking tying him down.
The more Lovino thought about that from his new position in the armchair, where he watched Toni sleep, the more appeal it developed.
It wasn't that Antonio was restless, per se. Just that, his body was so calm during the day and his mind so hectic, that they were out of sync, Lovi reasoned. Therefore at night, his mind got a rest, and his body... His body went MMA fighter.
At first, the auburn-haired man thought that simply tying his hands with... with something, would be enough. But no. There went that leg again, now stretched out to Lovino's side of the bed.
And his hands, groping around for the body that had disappeared. Soon enough, Antonio would wake up and realize that his, his— whatever Lovino was— had disappeared. Sighing, Lovino returned to the bed to continue their night time war.
A/N: But wait... There's more.