[Hello my dear readers, sorry for how late this chapter is, but to make up for it there will be humor, and…SEX! Yay! I ask that all of you who have been plotting my death, stop doing so to read, and review. I send to you all my mental perversions in this fic, *wink, wink.* I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this smut scene, or the character I'm introducing, (Let me know if you want a smut scene between them, I Haven't decided yet.) Well I'll shut the fuck up and let you read now.

DISCLAIMER: I do not in any way, shape, or form, own Hetalia or its characters. This is simply the work of a very perverted freshman mind. (Mine)

WARNING: This chapter may cause spasms, Dirty dreams, and excessive bleeding from the nose.

With lust and hate,

~Torahime]

'Seven inches at best' Lovi thought to himself, as he gazed at the well dressed man in front of him. Feli sat at his desk typing something on an expensive looking computer, not even looking up as the younger man scanned him. Now, Feli wasn't too narcissistic, but he knew the boy liked what he saw.

Feli was a well muscled man, not too thin, not too bulky. He was around five-eleven, for an Italian, that was tall. His face was handsome, and held the possibility of cruelty. Even as Lovi decided all of this, he himself was being sized up.

'Cute' thought Feli, 'The boy is cute' and he was, you could even mix him up for a girl. He was petite, thin, 'underfed' Feli realized with a start. He'd have to change that, the boy would break too easily, then again, that may not be too bad…

"What's your name?" Feli asked. Lovi jumped, he hadn't been prepared for the sudden noise.

"Lovi." He muttered, his face calculating. Feli blinked, the boy had a slight accent, and without the name, he wouldn't have been able to place it. Italian, the boy was Italian, like he himself was.

"Well, Lovi, if there are things you are unwilling to do, I suggest you tell me now." Feli told him, his face calm.

Lovi blinked, unwilling? None of his prior customers had ever told him that, or given him the choice.

"Um, Well, I won't marry you, or get a sex change." Feli raised an eyebrow.

"Long story" Lovi said, with a brief shudder.

"And I won't kiss you."

"Is that all?" Feli asked. Lovi nodded.
"Then I expect you in my bed, waiting for me by Eight-o-clock." Feli stood up, gathered his things, and left. Lovi blinked, 'Did he just…leave?' Lovi stared at the wall for a moment. 'Yeah, the son of a bitch just fucking left…Wait, where the fuck is his room?'

"Oi!' Lovi yelled, running to the door.

"Where the fuck is your room, bastardo!" The hallway was empty.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Lovi cursed. 'Now how am I gonna find the shitheads room?'

Someone cleared their voice to his left. Lovi jumped.

"Chigi!" He yelped. A blonde man in a…was it a man? Or…a girl, There was obvious Adams-apple, but he/she (She-man?) was in a light pink wrap-around dress.

"Hi, like, my name is Feliks; you're Feli's new toy I assume?" Okay it's definitely a boy, if the deep-as-fuck voice was anything to go on.

"Um, I guess, and why the fuck do you know who I am?" Lovi was used to being called a toy, but still, talk about rude.

"Oh, I'm like, his best friends (Ludwig), little brothers (Gilbert), lovers (Vash) brother. He like, lets me live with him, since my brother and his boyfriend are like, really loud. So, he basically tells me everything, like, when he went out with some Spanish chick, and she kinda sounded like a dying elephant in bed…So like, yeah." The now obviously a man rambled. Lovi just stared at him. Text talk? The dude

was fucking speaking text talk. What. The. Fuck.

"By any chance, do you know where his room is?" Lovi asked. The cross-dressing, text-talking, blonde-haired man let out a chuckle. He was definitely pretty, a bit odd, but pretty.

"Let me guess, he told you to be in his room, waiting for him, by eight." He asked, obviously fighting back his laughter. Lovi nodded, he didn't trust his voice at the moment.

"Follow me~" Feliks said in a sing song voice that didn't suit him at all, and actually made him a bit creepy, like a rapist in disguise. In fact, it reminded him of the French bastardo, Francis, the only man alive that all prostitutes refused to service.

"Here we are." Feliks said happily. Lovi blinked, he was standing in front of a plain brown door, with no idea how he got there. He looked at Feliks, who gave him an odd grin in return.

"Feli's room~" He sang as he opened the door.

"Thank you?" Lovi wondered, Feliks only grinned in return, showing oddly pointed teeth… Lovi stepped toward the door with caution; he turned the silver knob and walked inside. When he turned back, Feliks was gone. 'What the? Where the fuck did he go?' Lovi wondered. 'Weird' He thought absently, he flipped the light switch (after much fumbling and grumbling) and let out a slight gasp, The room was magnificent, everything in it was expensive and of good taste. The bed was made of flawless Ebon-wood, with red blankets and sheets, and the room (strangely) smelled of vanilla. There was another door directly across from the one he had entered through, and Lovi had no doubt it led to a rich and classy bathroom. The room, for lack of a better word, was perfect.

"Holy shit." Lovi whispered as he slid the door closed with a soft click. He walked toward the bed, and his eyes caught on something laying on the edge of it. His eyebrow twitched when he saw it was actually clothing, no doubt set out for him to wear. He looked at the watch attached to his wrist; he had fifteen minutes before Feli got back. Just enough time to put on the offending clothes and be waiting. Grabbing the garments, he walked into the spacious bathroom.

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Feli walked into his room, and grinned at the sight that awaited him, pale crossed legs in black laced stockings caught his eyes, they lead up to delightfully tight leather shorts that hugged pale hips, and above that a beautiful black corset with laces up the front met his traveling eyes; the best part of all however was the crimson ribbon tied around a slender neck.

"You look very nice, Lovi" Feli said, his eyes finally meeting the other mans.

"Thank you for the compliment, Feli." The boy replied, his tone was light, bored even. Feli would be sure to take care of that of course. For now however, he planned to take his time, the boy would learn to want him, and when he did…A cruel grin threatened its way onto Feli's cool, casual face.

Languidly he undid his tie. He kicked off his shoes and walked toward his bed, made all the more beautiful by the brilliant piece of art sitting upon it, slowly, he walked toward the boy, stopping several inches away, he reached out a perfect hand, cupping Lovi's cheek, and caressed his cheekbone lightly. He was pleased when the boy leaned into the touch, nuzzling gently. 'He's well trained' Feli thought with a smirk, his unoccupied hand felt its way down Lovi's sides, finding perfect thighs and stroking them lightly.

'Beautiful... .' His mind whispered.

The hand felt its way back up the body, and swiftly undid the ties of the corset. His face leaned forward as the corset fell away, and his lips met a beautifully pink nipple. He sucked lightly, earning a soft whimper above him. His cock hardened in response to such a beautiful noise. The hand that had lovingly caressed Lovi's cheek found its way to his shoulder, and pushed him down, gently, but firmly, to the bed. Lovi felt Feli follow him his body now on top of his quickly heating body. Feli lifted his head and gazed down at the perfection below him. He had decided to be gentle their first time, but after that… He kissed the boys eyelids, his forehead, his cheeks, leading down to his throat, where he began to suck and nibble, until a dark purple mark formed.

He stood up, undressing slowly as he did. He then, with upmost purpose and grace, walked over to the porcelain nightstand, opened a drawer, and pulled out a small container of lightly scented oil.

"Take off your shorts" He whispered huskily, his face ruddy with color. Lovi did as he was told, more than happy to free his erection from the tight leather. Then, without being told, the laid back down on the bed, spreading his pale legs willingly. Feli almost moaned at the sight, wishing to ignore the obnoxious stage of preparation, and sink his thick cock into that lovely ass. Feli mercilessly beat back the emotion, knowing the poor boy would tear if he did so; he was after all, Ten and a half inches long.

His fingers successfully oiled, he walked toward the boy, inspecting him freely. Before bending toward him slowly, his fingers gently traced Lovi's opening, teasing, before sliding in, he wiggled the finger around, and much to his delight, found the boy was actually rather tight. He added the second finger, scissoring the boy. Lovi let out a moan as the man all but finger-fucked him. His eyes were half-lidded and hazy. When he was satisfied that the boy was significantly stretched, he pulled back, oiling his cock generously. 'Definitely more than seven inches' Lovi thought to himself. Feli looked down at Lovi, a coy grin on his face; he lifted Lovi's legs to his own shoulders, and rested the head of his weeping cock firmly against his entrance. He slid himself in, inch by scorching inch. Lovi let out a moan as he was speared, Feli was huge, offensively so.

Feli was relieved when he finally sheathed himself completely within Lovi's tight warmth. With a whimper Lovi bucked his hips; that was all the invitation Feli needed to begin slow rhythmic thrusts. Lovi arched his back. Fuck! Feli was good, being a prostitute Lovi had many skilled lovers, but Feli was on an entirely different level, and Lovi could swear the bastard hit his prostate with every thrust.

Feli began to move more quickly, with much deeper thrusts, and he let loose light grunts and groans. Lovi was reduced to a moaning writhing mess when the man began to stroke him. The thrusts became more powerful, the reason obvious: Release, all the man wanted was to make the boy beneath him cum, to hear him scream in pleasure. The man repositioned himself, angling his thrusts to hit the boys prostate more firmly. That was all it took before Lovi let out an especially loud moan, and came, light splatters of white coated their chest as he did.

The sound of that moan, combined with the sudden restriction of Lovi's muscles, drove Feli over the edge, forcing him into his own orgasm. Feli came with a grunt, spilling his thick seed into the boy; wave after wave of it flowed into Lovi's body. Afterward Lovi panted on the bed, until he felt sleep overtake him. Feli grinned down at the boy.

"Don't expect that kind of gentleness again, Lovi. Next time, I'll be sure to pound into you without restraint." He cooed softly.

[So? What did you think of the first sex scene? Did it turn out okay? Anyway, I believe I'll be ending this A/N now, so that I can post this. I look forward to your reviews (if you do review, that is.)

With lust and hate,

~Torahime]