A/N Here's the next chapter. Warning for M-rated content. Not sure how it is, this is my first slash fic. Also, please don't be annoyed about religious stuff, I don't mean to offend Catholicism, as I am a Christian myself, but you can't not question the opinion of God in and Angelo fic. so I had to bring religion into it.
They were barely in the room a second before Thomas had the door firmly closed and locked and began heading towards Angelo. For once, things seemed to be going right and he definitely wasn't going to waste the opportunity. He advanced on the Italian with a predatory glint in his eye, backing him against the wall immediately to their right and placing his hands either side of the other man's head. The cool of the stone beneath his fingers grounded him, contrasting the feverish heat of lust that was taking control of his body. He tilted his head towards the Italian, stopping about halfway between them; waiting. Angelo quickly closed the gap.
Thomas grinned into the kiss, moving his mouth roughly against Angelo's with the force of a man starved. God, he had missed this. He felt wanted for the first time since the Duke and couldn't get enough. Thomas ran his tongue over Angelo's bottom lip and, after a moment of hesitation, the other man opened his mouth to grant him access.
Angelo lent his head back and moaned a little in the back of his throat as Thomas slid his tongue into his mouth and deepened the kiss. The sound sent shivers down Thomas' spine and he grabbed Angelo's belt buckles to draw him closer. He could feel the heat of the other man's chest as it pressed up against his own. His head was spinning, his heart pounding so loudly that he was sure the people in the next room could hear. He decided he didn't care about the noise as he felt another moan against his mouth.
He moved his hands deftly to Angelo's shirt. He didn't fumble as he undid the few buttons that Angelo had left done up, he was a professional after all. How odd that sounded in the circumstances, but it was true as he had been trained as a valet which consisted primarily of dressing and undressing other men, in a different capacity, of course. He ran his hands up and down the bare chest, the other man arching into his touch, and reached to slide the sleeves off his shoulders. Suddenly, the lips beneath his froze and drew away.
'What are you doing?' That accent, he could die!
You, hopefully- he didn't say it. This was no time to make light of it, the other man was afraid. Admittedly, Thomas was a little confused. Angelo seemed just as aroused. The confusion mingled with the delirium of lust to produce a stuttered question.
'Wh- What do you mean? I thought you... that is to say, don't you...? You want this just as much as I do.' This last was stated.
Thomas looked pointedly at the matching bulges in their trousers as if to emphasise his statement. Angelo, moved back in a little closer to Thomas, his resolve beginning to crack.
'I've never done this before.' Angelo told him (Thomas had already figured that out), 'Aren't you worried that someone will hear us or find us or... doesn't t bother you that I'm...'
'Italian?' Thomas joked.
'No!' he turned his face away, speaking to the ground, 'a man.'
Thomas was about to reply when he noticed Angelo glancing at a bracelet on his wrist. He reached down and gently picked up Angelo's hand, brining it up to eye-level so that he could examine the object. It was a simple piece of jewellery, a leather strap adorned with a small, roughly-cut metal cross. It glinted in the light as Thomas tilted Angelo's hand and he finally understood.
'If God didn't want us to be like this, He wouldn't have made us this way. If He didn't want you to be with me, He wouldn't have brought me to you.' Thomas kissed the back of Angelo's hand before letting it fall lightly back to his side, 'and besides, if your God doesn't like what we're doing, haven't we already moved out of his favour? I don't believe He judges, but if He did, would He judge us any more if we continued? It's just one night, Angelo, and you want it just as badly!'
Angelo thought a moment and then raised his head and looked into Thomas' eyes, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his lips.
'Shall we continue?' The Italian nodded.
The two melded quickly together, lips crashing into each other and tongues moving like a dance. It became difficult to tell whose lips were whose, which tongue belonged in which mouth and which mouth belonged to which man. Thomas slid the shirt from the other man's shoulders and heard no objection this time. Instead, Angelo removed Thomas' shirt in response, his hands shaking as he slid the buttons out of the buttonholes, obviously far less practices and more than a little nervous.
Thomas slid his hands down from the wall and into Angelo's back pockets, letting his hands mould to the shape of him and drawing him closer still until their hips were bumping together. Their groins touched, eliciting a moan from Angelo followed, when the movement was not repeated, by a whimper. Thomas replicated the action, this time thrusting his own hips into Angelo's, and revelled in the sound he received. It wasn't long before Angelo was grinding against him, bringing his knee up between Thomas' legs, and the Englishman was becoming equally as vocal.
Their mouths were still connected, but less active now, just breathing roughly against each other's lips, tasting each other's breath. Angelo tasted like alcohol and cinnamon, Thomas was drowning in it. Never drawing them apart, every inch of exposed skin still touching, Thomas backed them toward the bed, turning to lay Angelo onto it first and then spreading himself on top of him. He began to kiss his way down Angelo's neck and chest, deligting in the trail of red marks that he was leaving behind, a mark of himself, and then moved his way back up, returning briefly to Angelo's lips before raising hiself onto his forarms so that he could look down at the other man.
His hair was tousled and his face was flushed. He was breathing heavily through a half open mouth, shiny with saliva that may or may not have been his own. His eyes were half-lidded for a moment, but he opened them when he noticed that Thomas' ministrations had ceased. Thomas stared into the eyes of the man beneath him and, for the first time, noticed the dash of red across the white.
'Your eye...' he said, half questioning.
'I know its not perfect but it's always been there. Nothing like your eyes I know, it makes me ugly, but please ignore it.' he was practically begging, panicked.
Thomas ran a hand down Angelo's cheek. He had closed the affected eye now, embarrassed, and Thomas bent to kiss his eyelid lightly. The eye opened again and Thomas stared down at it with unashamed awe. It really was beautiful and truly unique.
'Don't think like that. It's lovely.' he ducked his head and placed a fleeting kiss on Angelo's lips, 'you're lovely, and it's a part of you.'
Then they were back to the kissing, stoking their hands across each others bare chests in the limited space between them. Angelo, in a bout of unexpected forwardness, moved his hand lower to rest on Thomas' thigh, then back up, brushing his knuckles across sensitive skin through the thin material of his trousers before undoing them. Thomas slid them down and kicked them off. Angelo flipped them over and Thomas' trousers were quickly followed by his underwear.
Angelo wriggled down Thomas' body, leaving occasional kisses on random parts of his chest as he past them, coming to rest with his head between Thomas' legs. He looked uncertainly up at Thomas. Thomas nodded encouragement and Angelo relaxed, taking Thomas into his mouth. It was indescribable, nothing like the Duke who had always been so selfish and hurried. Thomas pressed his head back into the pillow, bucking his hips forward and groaning Angelo's name. Thomas put his fingers in his mouth to stifle the noise and swirled his tongue around them while he revelled in the pleasure of it. Soon, he could feel that it was about to be over and pushed Angelo away so as to prolongue the experience.
He whimpered involuntarily at the loss and Angelo opened his mouth to complain, but Thomas silenced him with a finger to his lips. Silently, he rolled over on the bed so that Angelo was once again beneath him. He swiftly removed the remainder of the other man's clothes, throwing them down to join his on the floor. Thomas shifted so that he was straddling Angelo and kissed him deeply for a moment, stroking his hands down the other man's back and coming to rest on his behind. He moved his tongue into Angelo's mouth at the same time as his finger entered the Italian, hoping that the kiss would distract him from the pain. Angelo gasped.
Thomas took his time with this. He moved his finger slowly until the other man was used to it, then faster. He added another and, in time, another. As he grew more confident, he angled his fingers differently, hitting just the right spot and driving Angelo wild. Thomas was growing more aroused himself and could barely hold back. A few more seconds and he was removing his fingers, replacing them with something more significant.
Brining Angelo's legs up around his shoulders, Thomas pushed into Angelo. Angelo gasped at the pain and bit down hard on Thomas' shoulder. That's going to leave a mark Thomas thought gleefully. He was still for the longest few seconds in history while he waited for Angelo to adjust. He started kissing him deeply and Angelo groaned into his mouth.
'Just move! Please!'
Thomas was happy to comply. Repeatedly, he thrust his hips forward, speeding up and achieving a steady rhythm. After a while, he altered the angle of his thrusts and Angelo groaned his name, elongating the vowels deliciously. Thomas kissed his shoulder, reaching down to stroke him in time with their movements. A few more thrusts and both men had reached their climax. It didn't surprise Thomas, really, that it was all fairly quick. It had been so long for him since another man had wanted him in this way.
He lay beside Angelo for a moment, his arm draped across the other man's chest, and then the Italian was getting up from the bed, stretching his stiff muscles and pulling on his clothes. Thomas felt cold and a little rejected as he heard Angelo mutter a prayer. Making his way to the other side of the room, Angelo left without a word; never looking back.
Thomas watched the door close, leaving him alone in an empty room, lying on a cold bed. He fell asleep in the knowledge that he may never be lucky in love.
Sorry, a little rushed at the end there. I've never written this stuff before and I'm not very good at it :/ oh well, hope it wasn't too bad and hopefully the next chapter redeems me :D
