A few weeks after that uncomfortable meeting with Lovino's parents and Gilbert was feeling the effects of his father's words hard. Usually he wouldn't care much about what someone said about him but this time it was different, This was his soul mate and if his father thought Gilbert wasn't appropriate from Lovino he might take Lovino away from him. That had to be illegal or something, to take someone away from their soulmate. Lovino of course realised that Gilbert was feeling like this but there wasn't much he could do when Gilbert simply refused to talk about how he felt. The Italian tried to bring it up in conversations but as soon as he spoke the words 'my father' Gilbert would make some excuse to leave the room and change the subject. That little thing annoyed Lovino to no end and he wanted so very badly to sit Gilbert down and talk to him about this, but how could he when Gilbert avoided any and all conversations of feelings like the plague? Lovino had a plan, one that Gilbert couldn't possibly leave while this was happening.
One day while Gilbert was gone getting groceries, Lovino started planning. He went around the entire house, starting from the front door and littering rose petals all the way to the second floor bedroom. After that he got a few candles that Gilbert had liked and set them about the bedroom, lighting them and turning out the lights. He figured this was a little cliché but hopefully this hopeless romance would get Gilbert into the mood Lovino needed him in. He thought hard about what he should wear for such an occasion and soon settled on a rather skimpy outfit Francis had given him from his birthday the week before. The outfit consisted of a pair of black shorts that just barely reached mid thigh on the Italian and they were so god damn tight they molded to every bit of his skin and left nothing to the imagination. The top wasn't much better, it wasn't even fully a shirt, just a tight piece of leather that barely ended at his naval and zipped up the middle. And to top this embarrassing outfit off it came with a collar. And no not like the punk band collar, like the collar one would put on a cat. It was thin and had a bell in the front. It had also come with a lease but Lovino had thrown it out the second he saw it. He had originally planned to throw out the entire outfit once everyone left but Gilbert had convinced him otherwise and now he was so very glad he did.
After he had finished changing and checked himself in the mirror to make sure he didn't look too idiotic, the front door opened and he heard Gilbert call out that he was home He also heard the start of another sentence but it stopped midway through the first word which led Lovino to believe Gilbert had seen the trail of roses. When the footsteps started up the stairs he scrambled onto the bed and waited with spread legs and bright red cheeks. Gilbert stopped right outside the bedroom and Lovino heard what sounded suspiciously like a chuckle. That asshole better not be laughing at him or so help him god- The door opened slowly. Lovino and Gilbert each sucked in a sharp breath and Lovino's hazel eyes rose to meet Gilbert's fiery red ones. There was a moment of silence between the two before Gilbert cursed and kicked the door shut. He was over Lovino in and instant, kissing the breath out of him and tugging him so close it felt like they'd fuse together with enough pressure. Lovino felt himself getting lost in the kiss and that just wasn't good so he pushed against Gilbert's chest until he fell back and then shifted to straddle him.
Gilbert grinned at him and rubbed circles on Lovino's waist with his thumbs "What's with the sexy outfit and the romantic stuff?" he asked, relishing in the shiver that rippled through Lovino's body. The Italian just rolled his eyes and leaned down, kissing and sucking at the German's neck , leaving a red mark in his wake. Gilbert let out a groan that had Lovino smirking and licking along his jaw "you've been bad, Gil" he whispered, frowning against his skin "You're supposed to tell me when you're upset" he continued, giving a sharp bite toe his cheek which Gilbert winced at and then let out a nervous chuckle. "I don't know what you're talking about Lovi," he tried to counter, already moving to try and leave. Lovino made a 'tsk' sound and roughly ground his hips into Gilbert's, keeping him in place as he groaned and panted. "Don't lie to me, You've been upset ever since we left my parents house. What did papa say to you?" he asked, slowly pulling down the zipper on his shirt. Gilbert stared and bit his lip "You're not gonna let this go are you? Fine, He told me that I didn't deserve you. That he liked Antonio dating you better" he said, a humorless grin on his lips though his eyes revealed his sadness for the topic.
Lovino sighed and gently pressed kisses around Gilbert's face, hovering them over the other's and murmuring "Who is he to say what's best for me?" before connecting their lips in long and passionate but soft kiss. Gilbert pulled back after a while and smiled up at the Italian "So, you're saying I'm what's best for you?~" he teased, laughing and then wincing as Lovino smacked him across the chest "Shut up, moron" he mumbled, shrugging out of the shirt. He let out a small shriek as he was grabbed by the waist and roughly pulled against the German. Lovino hummed and ground against him, small moans pouring from his mouth "Gil….I- I'm gonna do something a little different this time okay?" he murmured, taking hold of one of Gilbert's hand. Gilbert grinned and nodded "Whatever you want to do, babe"
( Annnnnnnnnddddd I'm leaving it there bc i have to get my stuff ready for Comicon, But I will definitely be updating soon! and maybe the other stories too! )
