Haha, I really did decide to make a second chapter...and since I did, I decided to make it into a three chapter fic. ...and I also decided to make the husband anon. Thank you so much reviewers! I love you guys so much!

THANKS SOOOOOO MUCH JUSTKISSMEIDIOT FOR HELPING MEEEEEEEE~ I appreciate it very much, and so this is dedicated to youuuuuuu~!

And...I decided to make this into a three-shot, and I'm currently working on the last chapter right now! Thanks for reading!

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So, so sorry

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He was married off for money.

His Husband was nice to him - but it was never more than that - nothing deeper. When family was over at their house, his husband might gently kiss the Italian's cheek, maybe rub his hand, but nothing more.

For that, Lovino was grateful.

Antonio...he missed him. Missed him so much. Lovino missed his childish, cheerful gestures and laugh, he even mumbled his name as he slept at night ("Whose Antonio?" his Husband would ask. "Why? Oh, you were mumbling it last night..."), he cherished their last moments together.

Months passed by, and his ache only grew.

And although he thought he would despise his husband, he's...actually grown to see him as a platonic friend; though he has a feeling his husband has stronger feelings for him now that they've lived together for so long.

But he doesn't know the real Lovino.

His husband showers him with affection; he kisses Lovino more frequently, and gives him heartfelt smiles more often. It wasn't what Lovino had been wanting - craving, though.

His husband loved to give him gifts, he gave him anything he wanted when he would ask for it (Lovino never had the guts to tell him what he really wanted). To be frank, finding out that his husband might be falling in love with this pseudo him scared him.

"I love you." he would say. Lovino never responded.

It's been a year since they have been married and they celebrate with drinks. 5-drinks-too-many later his husband shyly asks - for the first time - to have sex. Weeks later, when he thinks about this night, he still doesn't know why he agreed so easily. Maybe it was the loneliness. Maybe it was the drinks. It was probably both.

It's messy and it doesn't feel right as his husband gently handles him - he's never rough - as he thrusts into Lovino's limp body. For a moment or two, Lovno forgets; forgets that he's not with Antonio anymore, and the short times when he does realize he isn't, he burns with a powerful self loathing. Though seconds after he remembers, he forgets again, and it's a vicious cycle that he can't seem to get out of that night.

He vaguely remembers moaning "Ah- An-Antonio!" when he climaxes. Even in his drunken stupor he sees the hurt and realization dawning on his husband's face.

The next morning Lovino wakes up naked, his limbs tangled with his husband's. That morning, Lovino drowns in guilt.

He slept with another man.

What would Antonio think?

He feels ashamed, dirty. All he wants to do so badly is to cry but he doesn't want his husband to see, doesn't want anyone to see. He doesn't feel like the old Lovino, the Lovino that was free and with Antonio. There's a numb pain when he sees how different, how un Lovino he's become.

Later, he locks himself into the bathroom and bawls.

His husband picks up on his sadness, but doesn't quite forget whose name the Italian had moaned out last night.

"You don't love me." It's a statement, a fact, and he says it in a defeated, broken voice. He stares right at Lovino, stricken. He let's out a harsh laugh, "So that's who Antonio was."

"I'm sorry." Lovino mumbles; he can't quite look his husband in the eyes.

"...I can't help but still love you." his husband pauses, as if he wants to say more, but instead turns away, and leaves.

He can feel tears prickle at his eyes again - it's like deja vu, except with all the wrong feelings. Lovino can't help but feel sorry for his husband, but in a way, he feels disgustingly happy-

-he should feel what I'm feeling too. It's only fair. He should feel my pain, my suffering-

-and he pushes the ugly thought away. It was irrational and bitter - especially since his husband was forced into this marriage too.

It's a year and a half after their marriage when someone breaks into their house. Nothing is stolen, and the only casualty was a window on the first floor, and there's no evidence left behind either. In a panic his husband hires numerous body guards to patrol the house all day.

One of them captures Lovino's attention.

Green eyes and wavy, dark hair.

Lovino almost begins to sob like an emotionally disturbed child when their eyes meet. Instead, he faints.

Lovino wakes up to the voice of someone familiar.

"Lo siento," the Spanish bodyguard says sheepishly when Lovino opens his eyes. His worried husband and the striking body guard stand around his bed. "I didn't mean to surprise you." At first, Lovino doesn't believe it's him - Antonio. He doesn't say anything for a moment, he just gawks. His husband murmurs an 'Are you okay?' and gently strokes his hand, and pulls back when Lovino closes his mouth and nods stiffly.

His husband gives Lovino a relieved smile, and says something about paperwork and gently kisses Lovino before getting up. Lovino doesn't miss the quick, but pointed glare the body guard gave the other man.

Then, his husband walks out, closing the door with a resolute thud, leaving the pair in silence.

Lovino can't stop looking at the body guard. The body guard seems to have the same problem.

"Antonio..." he breathes out. "...is it really-?" He's cut off by a hot, amorous kiss, unmitigated zeal burning his insides as Antonio nearly devours him.

Yes, this is what he's been wanting - waiting - for so long. He didn't think it would ever come.

"It's you." the Italian gasps, out of breath as they pull apart slowly, a near invisible string of saliva connecting their lips.

Something wet snakes itself down Lovino's face as Antonio's eyes say it all: 'Yes, it's me, I'm here'.

Yes, yes, yes.

This was sooo fun to write~

Except for the sad parts of course. (Oh who am I kidding it was all fun *shot*) Aaaaand the next and last chapter is coming up~! How do you feel about the random thief coming in? He/She seems pointless now, but trust me, he/she will be completely beneficial to the plot. I think. Was the plot going by too quickly? I honestly think it was too...ugh. lol (orz)

Oh, and to anon reviewers~!

MakenshiCrona:

R...really? Did it? Now you're making me cry! Thanks so much! :DDD

spamano till the end:

haha...sorry about not making him abusive...I was thinking about it, but I wanted to do something different~ Thanks for Reviewing! ;D