The air was hot and humid out on the summer streets of Madrid, making everything feel sticky and damp. Lovino had no idea what time it was; he didn't really care either. What he did care about was the pathetic way he was hanging onto the Spaniard. They had gone for two more rounds of drinks and by the time Lovino decided to leave, he couldn't even stand of his own will. The Spaniard was now half dragging his sorry ass down the brick and cobble street.

"Ai yai yai, you sure can drink!" the Spaniard said cheerfully. He didn't seem the least bit drunk, though he'd had two screwdrivers and a double Manhattan.

Lovino attempted a snippy back comment, but all that came out of his mouth was garbled mush. The Spaniard kept smiling and walking, ignoring whatever mangled jumbled up words came out of Lovino's mouth. He continued to lead Lovino down the still crowded streets, all the while chattering about nothing in particular. Lovino was getting really irritated by his happy go lucky attitude and wanted to punch him again, but by now he was pretty nauseous. He was doing good to keep walking.

As the pair rounded a corner, it suddenly became sparse of people. The Spaniard started up the gentle hill, heading for a staircase there at the end of the alley. Lovino held tightly to his arm, suddenly noticing how hard the muscle was underneath the shirt. Even with its loose fit, it would be hard not to see how well toned this guy was.

Bah…who am I kidding? He'd never do that with me anyway…, Lovino thought gloomily.

As if to answer his unvoiced question, the Spaniard looked down at him, his eyebrows half cocked. "Ai yai, chiquito, what am I going to do?" he said musingly.

"How ze fuck shuld I know?" Lovino slurred. He had no idea what he was talking about, but the Spaniard's smile was getting wider and Lovino didn't like it. He came to a halt at a red painted door and quickly got it open, kicking it open with a foot. The interior was dark as could be, the light from the streets not even making it to the tiny windows of the flat.

Lovino wrestled himself free of the Spaniard's grasp and fell heavily against the stucco wall. He was really feeling queasy now. He'd had too much to drink again and his body was threatening to toss out the unwelcome intruder. He clapped a hand to his mouth, trying to steady himself.

"Hey, amigo, you don't look so hot…" the Spaniard said with concern. I guess it's a good thing we're here…"

"Shut up…," Lovino rasped through dry lips. "Shit…why won't the room stop spinning?"

"You've got absolutely no self control…but I kinda like that." The Spaniard seized Lovino by the wrists and shoved him harder against the wall. Lovino was a little surprised at the force in which he bore down on him. Either that or the effects of the alcohol were making him weak. The Spaniard leaned in closer, his nose barely brushing Lovino's own. His eyes were dancing and the smile that curled his lips made Lovino shudder.

"You're really something else, my little Italian," the Spaniard cooed, his voice laced with honey. "Seducing me like that with that naughty glare of yours…"

"S-stop it! I-I-," Lovino's voice gave out as the Spaniard held his eyes. It was like a gorgon's gaze; no matter how hard he tried, Lovino could not pull himself away from those jade colored eyes. Despite the heat, the Spaniard smelled awfully good…and that perfume was really starting to turn him on. The Spaniard seemed to notice Lovino melting in his grasp and took the opportunity to come in even closer.

"…you like me, don't you?" he asked in a whisper. His hot breath snaked across Lovino's neck and despite the summer humidity, Lovino shivered. The Spaniard let go of a wrist to put a hand under Lovino's chin, bringing his lips closer. He smiled again.

"The name's Antonio, by the way," he said before finally locking onto Lovino's enticing lips. Lovino was released but now his only means of support was the wall and the Spaniard's body pressing him up against it.

"Shi-," Lovino tried to speak but his words were muffed out by a warm tongue forcing itself deep into his mouth. He couldn't believe the force with which he was being kissed; it was as if he were trying to be devoured. It was hot, it was wet and it was getting Lovino all riled up.

"Mmnghmm…mmhmm…hah…e-eh-!" Lovino jumped a bit as he felt a hand worm its way up under his shirt. Despite the summer heat, the hand that touched him was like ice. The long fingers snaked up across his warm skin, sending electric shocks with each brush. Lovino turned his head to break away from the kiss, panting from lack of air.

"Hah…hah…fucking…moron…where the hell you'd learn to kiss like that?" he demanded, trying to push the Spaniard away.

Antonio stood his ground, refusing to waver. He gave Lovino a childish grin. "The way you say that makes you sound like a virgin, chiquito."

Lovino flushed to his ears and said quite angrily, "D-Don't say stupid things like that! Ta hell I'm a virgin!"

Antonio was practically grinning from ear to ear. His green eyes sparkled in the dark flat. "How about you prove it to me then? 'Cause frankly, I don't believe you."

Lovino's head dropped as did his shoulders. He stood there for a few seconds before starting to chuckle. His head snapped back up and now he was the one grinning.

"Hehehe…you're going to regret those words," he said in a rather wicked voice. "I'm gonna be the best you've ever had."