Part 4 – Spamano

(Warning – language, mature content)

Rain lashed down on the pavements, soaking anyone foolish enough to be outside. The pair ran through the narrow, winding streets, the smaller cursing and swearing under his breath.

God dammit, why does it have to be raining so fucking hard!

They dashed along the pavement, rubbing water out of his eyes as he went. They could barely see where they were going through the driving rain. The smaller pulled the taller along with him, letting his feet guide him through the familiar streets. The water was up to their ankles already, and would likely go higher. They ran across St Mark's square, past the winged lions on top of the pillars that were the favourite destination of seemingly every tourist. Not that there were any during weather like this, and not at this time of night, either. The shorter man cursed under his breath again.

He gasped harshly as he ran, his lungs burning. It hadn't been raining when they set out, damn it all, so how did the storm come on so suddenly? You damn fool, Lovino. Take a fucking umbrella with you next time, you idiot.

"Come on, Antonio! We're getting fucking soaked! Hurry up, will you, bastard!" he yelled.

He glanced back at the man clutching his hand. For some reason, Antonio was smiling, seeing unconcerned with the water pounding down on his head and running down his body. Lovino shook his head, continuing to run.

They ran for a few minutes longer, taking whatever twists and turns Lovino could think of as short cuts. Eventually, he stopped outside a small, narrow house. He let go of Antonio's hand and fumbled in his pocket for the key, unlocking the door with shaking hands and throwing it open. He dragged Antonio in after him, then collapsed against the wall, panting heavily. After a moment he reached down, bracing himself against the wall, and ripped his shoes off.

"Never do that again, Spain, you utter bastard." He glared across at the other man, who was standing with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. At Lovino's words, he looked up, his face relaxing in an easy smile.

"I'm sorry, Roma. I genuinely didn't know it was going to rain." He apologised.

Lovino huffed, still glaring. "Don't call me that. My name is Lovino."

Antonio smiled. "Si, I'm sorry. Lovi."

Lovino glared again. He normally hated being reminded that he was no longer a country, reduced to being the lesser half of his brother. The only reason he still existed as a personification at all was due to the fact that he had been unified with his brother and not forcefully overtaken, allowing the two of them to exist as separate halves of their country, Italy.

Antonio, however, was different. He was the only one Lovino allowed to call him by his human name, his brothers excepted. Although he would never admit it, he loved the sound of his name coming from Antonio's mouth, the syllables drawn out in that soft Spanish voice.

"What is it, bastard?" he asked, seeing Antonio standing still staring at him.

"Nothing, nothing. But that looks suits you." Antonio smiled flirtatiously at him. Lovino looked down at himself, blushing furiously when he saw the thin fabric of his shirt and pants clinging to his body, leaving little to the imagination.

"Y-you bastard! Pervert! I hate you!" he stormed off, running upstairs. Antonio watched him, admiring the view and laughing to himself. He took his own shoes off, then followed the smaller man upstairs, making his way into the familiar bedroom.

The room was unmistakeably Lovino's, clothes and furniture scattered around haphazardly. The bed stood in the middle of the room, against the wall. A dresser and wardrobe were against the other wall, with a small table and chair set in one corner next to the window. Shutters, the white painted over in a pale green, covered the windows, thin curtains flowing in the fierce wind from the storm. Antonio strode over and shut them, then closed the curtains, hiding the room from outside. He went over to the wardrobe where he knew Lovino kept spare clothes for him, taking out a shirt and pair of trousers. Not that he particularly intended to put them on, however.

He heard Lovino running a shower, the water splashing and echoing. He grinned to himself, then walked across the room, masking his footsteps. He paused for a moment outside the bathroom, making sure Lovino wouldn't hear him, then eased open the door.

He peeked across the room. Lovino's clothes were piled in a mess on the floor, as usual. He stripped his own clothes off, then looked over. The shower was misted up from the heat of the water, but he could see Lovino's silhouette faintly. He hadn't bothered to turn on the light, Antonio noticed. So much the better, he thought, smiling to himself. He paced silently across the room, stopping in front of the shower door. Lovino was facing the wall, his head tipped up to the shower, letting the water stream over him. Antonio whistled appreciatively at the sight.

Lovino whipped round at the sound, his face furious. He opened his mouth to speak, then sputtered as he involuntarily inhaled the water running down his face from his soaking hair. His foot slipped on the wet surface of the floor, and he almost fell. Quickly, Antonio flung open the shower door and caught him.

"Falling for me already, Lovi?"

The man in his arms glared, his face flushed from anger and the heat of the steamy shower. "Get your hands off me, you perverted bastard."

Antonio simply laughed again, setting Lovino upright. "You should be more careful in the shower, Lovino. You could trip."

Lovino struggled out of Antonio's grip, but made no move to distance himself.

"You bastard. You did that on purpose." He muttered. He folded his arms, refusing to look at the taller male.

"Si." Antonio admitted brazenly. He leant in, then stepped forward into the shower, reaching behind him to shut the door. They stood in silence for a moment, water pouring down on them both from the shower head.

Lovino kept stubbornly staring at the wall. Antonio leaned in again, bracing his hands on either side of the younger man.

"Lo~vi. Look at me."

Strangely, Lovino complied, staring forward to face Antonio. He refused to look up at his face, however, and kept his gaze on Antonio's smooth tanned chest. Antonio let him stay like that for a moment, gazing lovingly down at the smaller man. He knew from so many years of experience that Lovino was still unsure when it came to physical contact.

His waiting paid off, as after a few moments Lovino hesitantly reached out his hands and placed them on Antonio's chest. The other man stood still, letting Lovino do what he wished. He ran his hands slowly over Antonio's smooth, strong chest, then over his arms, his smaller hands barely reaching around the muscles. Antonio would never say it, but he loved Lovino like this. For all that he put up an act in public, this was the secret side of him that only Antonio was allowed to see.

The smaller man was blushing now, his face furrowed in concentration as he continued to run his hands over Antonio's body, still stubbornly refusing to look up at him. Antonio knew that this was Lovino's way of punishing him, deliberately moving his hands in agonising slowness. Antonio didn't mind, however. It would only make what would follow all the more pleasurable. Besides, his hands had now strayed lower, fingertips grazing his abdomen, his navel, then inching downward.

Lovino's hands had the desired effect, and they both knew it. Suddenly, Antonio gasped, bracing his hands on the wall. He stopped himself from looking down. Although he couldn't see his face, he knew Lovino would be smirking now.

He felt Lovino take him into his mouth, made slick by water still running over them both. He moved his head skilfully, his hands lightly gripping Antonio's thighs, face locked in a fierce frown of concentration. Antonio fought to stay still, even as he felt himself nearing release and his knees begin to buckle. Lovino realised, and began roaming his hands up and down along Antonio's thighs, then inching between and tickling what he found there. That did it for Antonio, shooting hotly into Lovino's mouth. He had thought the smaller man would release him, but instead Lovino grinned and swallowed, sucking harshly along the length before releasing with a wet pop.

He finally looked up at Antonio. Dark satisfaction was written over his face, smirking up at his lover. Water ran over his face, washing away the last traces trickling down his chin.

"I'm looking at you now, Spaniard. Do you like what you see?" Lovino teased him sensuously.

Antonio could only respond with a deep moan of need, still high on the feeling of release. God, Lovino was so damn good at this! He couldn't take it any more. He grabbed Lovino's hands and hauled him up, barely remembering to turn the shower off, then lifted him and threw him roughly over his shoulder.

Carrying him through to the bedroom, he threw Lovino down on the bed, still dripping wet, then climbed on top of him. He braced his arms above Lovino carefully, then pressed a light kiss to his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his nose, and finally his lips, lingering and deep. Lovino kissed him back with surprising force, his face red and flushed with need. Antoni grinned darkly.

"Shall I return the favour, mi amore?" he whispered huskily, sending shivers down Lovino's spine. Lovino could only nod weakly, and turned his head to the side. Antonio took the opportunity, and began a trail of kisses down Lovino's body. He started by pressing his kips lightly just below Lovino's earlobe, sucking slightly on the soft skin, then trailed his lips down the side of his neck, across his chest, and down his stomach. He lingered in some places, his mouth leaving dark bruises across Lovino's skin, before stopping just below Lovino's navel.

He looked up at Lovino one last time, as if for reassurance. No matter how many times they had done this, he still asked Lovino each time, and Lovino loved him deeply for it.

"Are you ready, Lovi?"

Lovino nodded, still looking away. He brought a hand up to over his mouth, almost unconsciously.

Antonio smiled softly at the sight, then lowered his head. He took Lovino into his mouth, slowly working his lips and tongue in the same way Lovino had done for him. Antonio, however, did so with infinite gentleness, working Lovino's length slowly. He paused occasionally to look up at his lover. Lovino was, as always, blushing madly, his hand held tight against his mouth. Regardless, small moans escaped him, each one working to send Antonio into a new frenzy. He worked his mouth faster, eagerly. Lovino gasped, arching his hips up involuntarily. The movement made him sink deeper into Antonio's mouth, his tip reaching the back of his throat. Antonio took the chance and sucked harshly.

Now it was Lovino's turn to go over the edge. He shot into Antonio's mouth, his name ringing throughout the room with a soft cry. Hearing his lover's desperate call, Antonio grinned, wiping his mouth and releasing Lovino, then gazing up at him in possessive satisfaction. He moved until he was once again braced over Lovino, staring at him lovingly. Lovino lay below him, quivering slightly with the passion of his release, eyes closed in pleasure. Antonio kissed the closed lids, then did as before and covered his face in small, tender kisses, returning to his eyelids just as Lovino opened them and gazed at him.

This was the only time Lovino was true to his feelings, when he lay open and exposed beneath him. As always, Antonio sent a silent prayer to whoever had let them meet. That they should both live like this, as personifications; immortal, unchanging beings, was nothing short of a miracle. None of them fully understood the reason why they existed at all, and that was exactly why Antonio was forever grateful that the two of them were here, like this, together. Unable to live like their citizens, falling in and out of love, having children, growing up and growing old together, it could be so lonely. That was why he treasured Lovino. He had waited so long for him to return his feelings, had given up and focussed on his country, and his duty. Now Lovino was here, and, no matter how much he tried to hide it to the outside world, willing to return his love with a passion just as fierce.

Lovino must have realised that Antonio's thoughts had gone elsewhere, as his face looked decidedly irritated. "What are you staring at, bastard? You are supposed to be looking at me."

This side of him was utterly adorable. While he would play the brat in public, during the time they were alone like this Lovino would become utterly possessive, demanding Antonio's attention completely. He, of course, gave it, every time.

"I'm sorry, Lovi. I was thinking."

Lovino quirked an eyebrow, still angry. "About what?" he asked, annoyed that Antonio had made no further move.

"You."

Lovino flushed again. "y-yeah? So you should be."

Antonio gave a soft laugh and nuzzled into Lovino's shoulder. He mumbled something against his skin, making Lovino wriggle away. "What did you say? I can't hear you like that. Speak louder, damn it."

Now Antonio's face turned sly. He lifted himself over Lovino again. "Louder, hmm? Shall I see how loud you can be, huh? You were pretty loud before."

Lovino gasped and flushed even deeper red, if that was possible. He wormed a hand out from Antonio's brace and flung it over his face, muttering something.

"That sounded like an invitation, Lo~vi." Antonio whispered. Lovino tried to bury himself into the sheet, away from Antonio. He muttered something again.

"Lo~vi."

Lovino muttered again under his breath. Antonio heard what he said this time, and sat back on his heels, laughing.

"What are you laughing at, you bastard?" Lovino asked angrily. Antonio didn't reply, his shoulders shaking with laughter. He wiped away a tear from his eye. Lovino was seriously irritated now, and sat up, his face furious.

"What the hell are you laughing at, bastard? Tell me!" he yelled.

Antonio's laughter died down, and he looked at Lovino, still smiling.

"Bad choice of words, Lovi" was all he said.

Lovino stared at him for a moment, confusion written over his face. Then, he flushed deeply, remembering what he had said.

"I-I didn't,uh, I, uh,- oh, fuck you." He muttered, his voice trailing off. Antonio only laughed again.

"See! That's exactly what I mean!" he said. Lovino looked away and refused to look at the other man.

They sat like that for a moment, Lovino refusing to turn to face Antonio. After a moment, however, curiosity won out, and he turned his head ever so slightly. Antonio caught the movement, and smirked, but didn't move, waiting.

His patience paid off. Lovino leaned forward until he was just inches from Antonio, then put his hands down on either side of him. He closed the remaining distance, his expression intent. Antonio closed his eyes, waiting again.

He felt Lovino's lips press softly into his own, and opened his mouth slowly, letting Lovino have control. They kissed deeply, slowly, exploring each other's mouths tenderly. Antonio sat stock still as Lovino broke the kiss and sat back, then began to do the same as he had before, running his hands over Antonio's body slowly. He pushed on his back slightly, and Antonio shuffled forward obediently until he was sitting in the middle of the bed.

Lovino pressed kisses all around Antonio's body, across his chest and back, up and down his neck, and along his sides, his lips trailing every inch of skin. Antonio fought to stay still, each feather-light touch sending shivers across his skin. As before, Lovino knew exactly what effect he was having, and blew softly across Antonio's skin, making him gasp. He loved when Lovino took control like this.

Lovino's touches were beginning to work in other ways. Anton tried to stay still, but each of Lovino's kisses was slowly but surely driving him crazy.

Without warning, he sat up sharply, grabbed Lovino and threw him back down on the bed. Lovino, however, was having none of it. In the moment Antonio bent over him, he used the taller man's momentum to flip them again, moving so that he was sitting on top of Antonio. He glared down imperiously. Antonio simply smirked lazily.

"So that's how you want to do it, huh?"

Lovino didn't answer, but his blush spoke for him. Antonio gazed up at him, love written all over his face. Slowly, so slowly, he sat up and captured Lovino in a fierce hug, then reached around him.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and tender. When Lovino nodded, he reached over to the bedside table and took a small bottle, uncapping it and squirting the liquid into his hand. He coated his fingers thoroughly. Lovino waited until he was finished, then sat forward in his lap, his arms reaching around him to clutch his shoulders tightly.

Antonio lifted Lovino slightly until he had enough room, then pushed a finger in slowly. Lovino gasped in pain, stiffening, at the sensation of the cold liquid then relaxed as Antonio began stretching him. A second skilful finger joined the first, then another, curling and scissoring with practised tenderness and ease. Lovino clutched him tightly, his eyes tightly shut. Knowing he was ready, Antonio drew out and placed the other hand gently against Lovino's cheek. He kissed him deeply again, then slowly lay back.

Lovino took the signal, and lowered himself carefully onto Antonio. He let Lovino take all the time he needed, gazing at him lovingly. Lovino eased himself down, gasping and panting slightly. He waited a few moments for the pain to fade, then began to move. He rode him slowly at first, his hips moving back and forth, then began to work in tiny circles.

Antonio let him settle into a rhythm, then slowly sat up, rising until their faces touched. The movement made Lovino gasp harshly, moaning in pleasure. Damn, but Antonio sure knew exactly what to do. He finally opened himself completely, letting his emotions show. He called Antonio's name over and over, his voice full of the love that he would only ever show during their most intimate moments. Antonio, in turn, said Lovino's name over and over, turning the syllables into something like a mantra.

They moved faster and faster, each knowing instinctively what to do to elicit the greatest pleasure. As they felt themselves nearing release for the second time, they sped up, their cries coming in time with their thrusts. The storm outside only added to the tempest inside the room, the hammering of the rain and intermittent flashes of lightning making for a counterpart to their passion.

In what Antonio thought must be the work of god, it seemed the storm reached a crescendo with them. They spent themselves for the second time, holding each other tightly, their grasp make slick with sweat and passion. They stayed like that for a few moments, riding out the last of their pleasure with each other. They sat with their foreheads touching, Lovino's eyes closed in bliss. Antonio smiled and licked away the tears leaking from the corner of his lover's eyes, marvelling that even after so many times, Lovino was his, and only his. He lowered his head, afraid to let Lovino see the tears that were springing to his own eyes.

He could not hide it completely, however. He felt Lovino's arms release him, reaching up to tangle in his hair. He began to stroke his head gently, whispering the words of promise and love that he saved for this precise moment. Antonio relaxed into his touch, his arms slipping down until he gripped Lovino tightly around his waist. Lovino made a small noise of surprise, and Antonio loosened his grip slightly. Lovino was the one to wait this time, letting Antonio regain his composure. The brunette lifted himself until they separated, then lay them both down until they faced each other on the bed. Antonio released his hold for a moment, allowing Lovino to sit up and pick the abandoned covers from the floor, then draw them over them both until they were cocooned in the blankets.

"Ti amo, Spagna" Lovino whispered, then kissed Antonio's cheek. Antonio opened his eyes and gazed at Lovino in wonder.

"Te amo, mi sur de Italia" Antonio replied, his voice low with love and sleep. He yawned.

"My little Lovi. My Romano" he said. Lovino blushed, then lay down, snuggling into Antonio. He was asleep in moments.

Antonio smiled, kissing Lovino's hair, then drew his arm around him, holding him softly. He felt himself drawing close to sleep, and welcomed it. Outside, the storm had moved on, as if it's raging intensity had spent itself with the lovers'. Only the gentle patter of the rain was left, and that too soon died down, leaving the night calm, silent and still.