Chapter Seven

A/N: So we're KIND OF going somewhere now…

Also, I didn't edit this chapter...a part of me can barely look at it. Sorry, the sexy scene is just that bad (in my opinion).


A hefty door creaked as it was marginally opened. In slipped an average height figure tiptoeing over stranded pieces of clothing scattered on the floor. The room was pitch black, making it difficult to see. As the figure lurked towards the wooden bed his eyes adjusted. Soon he could see the sleeping person. Pulling back the covers the figure crouched into bed with the person; he hesitated slightly as the mattress gave a noisy squeak. Yanking the blankets back on top of the two bodies he scooted close to the person.

"Mmmmm," a groggy voice mumbled half awake. He grabbed onto the waist of the figure sharing his bed, "I knew you wouldn't stay made at me long, Lovi."

The Italian blushed and wiggled out of the grip, "Shut up, Antonio."

The Spaniard flicked one eye open, "Good morning to you too, sweetheart."

Lovino crossed his arms in a huff and angrily looked towards the ceiling, "I'm not your sweetheart."

"Sure" Antonio smiled, still sleepy, "whatever you say."

The brunette with the curl frowned and looked back at his partner, "Why would you invite them here? I spent all week chasing after my brother to make sure that damn potato head didn't do anything bad to him and now I have to babysit these two."

Antonio snuggled up to the Italian, "It sounds to me like you're upset because we can't spend any time together alone."

Lovino did not want to admit it but it was the truth. Last week when the two were in Italy he practically ignored the Spaniard as he spied on his younger brother and his best friend. Lovino despised his brother's best friend more than almost anyone. He was a strict, mean, stuck-up, neat freak, son-of-a-potato eating German. This was all in Lovino's opinion, of course. His brother saw things very differently.

Antonio didn't need Lovino to say anything to understand how he felt. He wrapped his arms around the Italian and drew his face in. He gave a tender kiss on the cheek, loving how the arrogant man shivered at the touch. Lovino liked to act tough, but Antonio knew the truth – he was unsure of himself and his importance in the world, it often left him miserable and bitter.

The Spaniard continued to kiss the Italian despite the young man's quiet pleas to stop in case the two guests in the other room heard. Antonio silenced him and his concern with a deep kiss on the lips. Letting the feeling linger for a moment Antonio pulled back waiting for Lovino's approval to continue.

The Italian, face flushed and red, sputtered, "A-Antonio…I…"

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP…

Both Antonio and Lovino grumbled as the alarm broke their moment of yearning. Looking at the old fashioned silver alarm standing up on his bedside table on Lovino's side Antonio wondered if he could get away with stopping the clock and continue this scene of lovingness. Seeing it was nearly ten in the morning he didn't think so.

THUMP.

The rustling in the next room confirmed this.

"Ungh," Antonio pried himself up, "Another time."

Lovino scoffed with a pout, "That's what you always say."

The Spaniard leaned over to give his partner a peck on the forehead, "I don't have anything to do today. Once we shove the Americanos out the door we'll have the place all to ourselves."

The Italian gave a look of scepticism, "You promise?"

Patting him on the shoulder the other brunette nodded, "For you, I promise the moon."

Lovino rolled his eyes, "I don't want the stupid moon, I just want you." Realizing the corniness of his words he quickly corrected himself, "I mean, I just want some time alone. With you….I mean….just keep your stupid promise okay?"

"Of course," Antonio climbed out of bed and dragged himself towards the door. It was still partially open. He turned back and gave the Italian a sly smile, "It's a good thing we were whispering. Those two might have heard."

Lovino reached behind him and picked up one of the soft white pillows behind him. He swiftly chucked it at Antonio saying, "Shut up Antonio. Get out of here."

The Spaniard leaped out the door, closing it behind him before the pillow could make contact. He laughed and gave a sigh of relief. Turning on his heels he headed towards the kitchen where he could hear banging noises and quiet chatter. Most of the small talk consisted of "shhhh, quiet" or "careful with that" and "I told you to be careful" and "what if they hear us? Be quiet."

Antonio turned the corner to see Alfred digging through the bottom cabinets trying to find something while Matthew stirred some kind of tan mixture in a large, blue, plastic mixing bowl. The brunette blinked not sure what to make of the scene. These strangers, as friendly as they were, were doing…something…in his kitchen. Opening his mouth, he tried not to startle them, "Um…good morning?"

"Oh," Matthew looked at him, slightly surprised. He stopped mixing his concoction. He finally smiled and bid Antonio a good morning as well, "I'm sorry about the mess. Alfred and I wanted to repay you by making breakfast."

Antonio's face lit up at the grand gesture, "Oh, so that's what all the noise is about. That's a really nice thing you guys are doing. You didn't have to do it though."

"But we wanted to," Alfred stood up, finally finding the pan he was looking for, "Well…it was mostly Matthew's idea. I just went along with it because I was hungry."

The Spaniard watched as Alfred placed the skillet onto one of the black heating circles on the white stove, "So…what are you guys making anyway?"

"Pancakes," Matthew answered without hesitation, "I was going to make bacon but I saw you didn't have any."

"Yeah," Antonio rubbed the back of his head, "Sorry, not much in here."

"That's alright," The Canadian smiled, "We'll make due."

He poured three blobs of the finished mixture onto the frying pan. As it fizzled it sent a light aroma of cooking flour batter into the air. For three hungry travellers it smelt golden. The smelled must have been stronger than they imagined as Lovino entered the kitchen shortly after the pancakes began to cook.

Looking at everyone independently the Italian asked, "What's cooking in here?"

"Pancakes," Alfred grinned, "Mattie's making them."

"I don't care who's making them," Lovino turned around and exited the room, "Just tell me when they're done. I'm taking a shower."

When Lovino had left the area Antonio turned around and gave a telling smile with a cocked brow to Alfred, "Mattie is it?"

Both North American boys blushed. Alfred hadn't meant it the way Antonio seemed to be suggesting.

"Oh, no," Alfred waved his hands back and forth, fanning away the suspicion, "We're just friends."

"We just met each other a few days ago, truthfully." Matthew added, flipping the pancakes.

Antonio was surprised, "Really? Why take off together then? Unless you're –"

"We're not eloping." Matthew corrected the Spaniard's thought before he could even say it, "Alfred just invited me to get away from my regular life."

"Why do it?" Antonio asked, "If you barely know him."

Matthew paused for a moment. He couldn't quite think of a reason that appeared believable. He went with the only answer he could give, "I don't know."

"Well anyway," The Spaniard sought to change the subject, "I guess you two will be heading out today, right?"

"Oh yeah," Alfred recollected, "We said we'd go searching for a hotel to stay at."

"We're very sorry for inconveniencing you." Matthew further said.

Antonio shrugged it off, "Nah, it's nothing. Glad I could help."

Alfred walked over to the long, skinny table. He pulled back one of the chairs and sat down, "Should be done any minute, right Matt?"

"Yup," Matthew nodded, watching the pancakes fluff up in the pan. He was so focused on the food that he failed to notice Alfred using the more formal version of his shortened name. The Canadian looked up to the cupboards wondering which one contained the plates.

Antonio seemed to instantly know what he was looking for. The Spaniard walked up to Matthew and opened the cupboard to his upper left. Inside the cupboard were china plates, the dull everyday ones, on the bottom shelf, some plastic white see-through glasses on the second, and some cereal boxes on the top. Antonio pulled out four plates and set them on the counter next to the stove.

"Oh, thanks." Matthew scooped up the pancakes using the spatula and plopped two onto two plates. He turned around and placed them on the table two steps behind him, "You guys can go ahead and eat first. I'll put more batter on for me and Lovino."

"Sounds good." The brunette pulled out the far chair towards the kitchen entrance and sat down. Remembering he had some vanilla yogurt in the fridge he got up and walked over to the chilly box and grabbed the container from inside. Antonio made a quick detour back to the counter where he grabbed two forks and some blueberries for his plate. He concluded his run around by returning to the table to sit down and enjoy his breakfast.

After graciously receiving one of the forks Alfred watched the young man put yogurt and berries on his pancakes. The American frowned. He'd never eaten pancakes like that before. He normally had chocolate chips, whipped cream and sometimes maple syrup. Finally he spoke up, "Um, you wouldn't happen to have…chocolate sauce or…maple syrup or something…would you?"

Antonio looked up, a chunk of pancake already in his mouth, "No. Why would I have that?"

Matthew turned around and grimaced, "You don't have maple syrup? How strange."

Alfred roared into laughter, "Of course YOU have Maple Syrup Mattie, what Canadian doesn't have it?"

The blue-eyed blonde cook scrunched his face, "Some people outside of Quebec use fake maple syrup. It's like…honey coloured syrup with sugar and artificial flavouring…it's gross."

"Molasses might work." Alfred thought to himself aloud.

The Canadian glared, "Ew, no."

Antonio laughed. He couldn't help but think that these two were rather cute together.

As the pancakes turned a golden brown Matthew turned the knob on the stove to switch the burner off. He placed two on his plate and two on a second plate. He left the second plate on the counter for Lovino and proceeded to make his way to the table. Sitting down he took the opportunity to try his pancakes with yogurt like Antonio and Alfred had done. He topped it off with a couple of blueberries. It was quite delicious!

One bite into his second pancake, the bathroom door swung open and out came Lovino with a towel draped over his bare upper body. He was wearing only baggy black shorts.

The smell of pancakes was delightful. Lovino marched into the kitchen and looked at the three sitting around the table, "Yo, where are my pancakes?"

"On the counter, Lovi." Antonio pointed towards the plate without even looking at the Italian.

Lovino trudged over to the counter, grabbed the plate and turned to look at the table. While there was some space at the table for him to sit down beside Matthew away from the wall, there were no extra chairs. "Yo?" He caused a fuss, "What the hell is this? Where am I going to sit?"

Picking up his plate Antonio pushed his chair back and dropped the dish into the sink. He looked at the Italian when he was done, "You can have my seat."

Lovino was not amused, "What…I can't sit with you?"

"You're going to make one of our guests move?" The Spaniard beamed with humour. He knew he'd caught Lovino in a trap.

"No. I dunno. Maybe…" Lovino pouted and looked away, "Fine, whatever. I'll sit in your seat."

As he sat down to eat Alfred was across the table pulling out a tour book of Spain he'd found at the airport in Montreal. He was thrilled that he managed to find one in English. Sifting through the pages he looked at all the events, parks and museums in Madrid. Glancing over at Matthew he asked, "So what did you want to do today?"

Matthew thought quietly for a minute before asking, "What is there to do?"

"Well," Alfred reopened the book, "Says here there are three parts of Madrid: Old Madrid, Bourbon Madrid and the outskirts of Madrid."

"I'm not sure we'll be able to see it all in one day." Matthew pointed out.

"Why not start with the main attractions in Old Madrid," Antonio offered, "then make your way back with all the local hangouts."

Matthew looked at the Spaniard and nodded with a smile, "That sounds like a good idea."

"Where to first then?" Alfred's eyes rolled up and down over the glossy pages, "Plaza Mayor? The Basilica Pontifica de San Miguel? Puerta del Sol?"

"Ooh," Antonio's face lite up, "Plaza Mayor is a definite must for any tourist. They used to have bullfighting and executions and pageants and lots of stuff there. Sometimes the King and Queen would show up for events."

"Well definitely go then." Matthew stood up to put his and Alfred's empty plates into the sink. He had intended on washing them as well but Antonio waved him away saying he would do it later.

Filling the sink up with water to let the dishes soak Antonio made other suggestions, "You might also want to try Plaza de Villa. There are a lot of old buildings there, some date back to the early 15th century. The Colegiata de San Isidro is a nice church that contains a lot of Spain's Jesuit history."

Alfred blinked, "Jesuit?"

"They're a branch of Catholicism," Matthew answered him, "They played a big role in the foundation of Canada, or more specifically Quebec, too. They converted a lot of the Natives."

Changing the subtopic Alfred cut in to ask, "Are we going to see any of that Spanish Inquisition stuff?"

"I'd bet," Antonio turned and winked at the American, "Plaza de Mayor is a focal point for people interested in that."

"I'd like to stop and have some coffee at a Spanish café," Matthew said sitting back down on his chair at the table, "It's just so…European."

"Meh," Al shrugged his shoulders, "I'd rather just grab a beer and catch a bullfight. Wait –" he stopped in midsentence to look at Antonio with a nerve-racking expression, "you guys are still doing bullfights, right?"

Antonio placed the dish towel he'd be holding on the counter and looked at Alfred with a satisfied grin, "Yes sir, but only on Sundays."

Alfred cursed his luck, it was Tuesday. He'd have to wait a full six days before he could see the modern day coliseum show. Okay, not modern, but it was still active unlike the Roman Gladiator battles. How Alfred would love to see something like that!

"Spain isn't just big on bullfighting," Matthew smiled at his companion, "they like dancing too."

"You're half right, half wrong." Antonio interrupted, "We love our dancing, but bullfighting is becoming less popular all over Spain. It's almost to the point where the practice could be virtually whipped out."

The blue eyed American frowned depressingly, "Dude, that sucks. It's a good thing I get to see it before it's gone."

"Enjoy it while you can." Antonio encouraged him.

On the far end of the table, towards the kitchen entrance Lovino was finishing his meal. He was only half paying attention to the conversation at the table. He made sure to add on the thing he was most fixated on, "Don't forget to find yourselves a hotel while you're out there."

Antonio, Matthew and Alfred stared at the Italian as he looked up from the table, "What? You can't come back here. This was only for one night, remember? Right, Antonio?"

The Spaniard was not too pleased his Italian lover was trying to hide behind him after making such a brutal comment. It was true, he had only offered the boys one night, but he didn't want to give the false impression that he and his country were unwelcoming. Trying to shake the ill feeling without double crossing Lovino Antonio added, "Take your time, but be sure to phone us when you find a place. We'll get your stuff ready for you to pick up."

"That would be really great," Matthew acknowledged Antonio's helpfulness with a nod.

"Well," Alfred pushed his chair back against the tile floor, "I'd say it's about time we get going. If we sit here and just chat about all the things we want to see, we'll never end up seeing them."

Matthew followed, "You have a point." He smiled at Antonio and thanked him again for the use of the kitchen before he made his way back to the living room to grab his wallet.

Alfred was already in the living room grabbing his iPhone and "Debbie". His plain blue t-shirt matched his eyes and his jeans were a dark charcoal black. While Matthew, dressed in a red t-shirt with "Canadian, eh?" written in white and blue jeans, grabbed his wallet, the American moved towards the front door to put his black and white Nike sneakers on.

"Kay, so, we're off," Al opened the door and held it patiently for Matthew who was putting his red Converses on.

"Bye you guys!" Antonio peaked out from behind the wall that partitioned the entry hall and the kitchen, "Have a good time!"

Standing up, Matthew turned around to smile at Antonio, "We will. Thanks again for all your help."

Antonio laughed, "You Canadians are too polite. Get going already."

The Quebecer huffed a short laugh and exited the apartment with Alfred leading the way. Antonio wondered what kind of trouble those two would get themselves into. More importantly however, was the trouble he and Lovino would get into without the two North Americans around. A sinister grin spread across his lips as he thought about all the things he would do to the Italian.

Turning back to the kitchen he watched Lovino from behind, finishing his breakfast. The Italian stood up and walked over to the sink to dump his plate in. He turned the tap on to wash his hand, a light blob of yogurt had fallen on it, but before he could put his hands under the stream of water it was turned off.

"Hey!" Lovino shot his head up to give a nasty snare at Antonio. The Spaniard returned the glare with a mischievous smirk.

"I want you to lick it off."

The Italian stared wide eyed, "What?"

Antonio continued his tempting grin, "Lick it off."

By now Lovino had caught the drift. He was not amused, "I just had a shower. I'm not doing this now."

Growing impatient Antonio grabbed his partner's arm and licked the yogurt off his hand, slowly while staring him in the eye. Lovino gawked, his eyes were connected with Antonio's. The feel of the Spaniard's hot, wet tongue on his skin made him hot all over. The Italian gulped.

Not yet feeling complete, Antonio slid Lovino's thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip. He continued to watch Lovino's reaction, which he found rather entertaining. The Southern Italian was pink in the face and almost appeared to be breaking out into a light sweat.

Sucking the thumb one last time the emerald eyed brunette smirked, "Are you ready now Lovi? I know you've been waiting all week for me."

With his cheeks dyed a bright red Lovino stumbled out, "S-s-shut up…"

Antonio took Lovino's hand and kissed it before leading him back to his bedroom. The door had been left wide open making their entrance easy. Antonio stopped in front of the bed, placing Lovino between him and the rectangular object, "Okay, we can take our time building up to it, or just start. What would you like?"

Lovino blinked and stared at the wooden floor, "I don't know. What do you want to do?"

Antonio smiled sincerely, "I just want you to say my name."

The Italian looked up at with a heartfelt expression. "Antonio." he whispered.

The Spaniard grinned, "Works for me." He pushed Lovino onto the bed and climbed over top of him. Leaning his head down his kissed the lips of his lover while his hands crawled up the back of the young man beneath him. Antonio was grateful his lover was not wearing a shirt, it made the process that much easier and quicker. He proceeded to leave love bits along the neck and down the upper body.

"H-hey…" Lovino choked out as the Madrid native continued further down, "Don't leave me alone up here."

Scooting back up Antonio made his quick apology before drawing his partner into a long gratifying kiss. He carefully snuck his tongue in there massaging it against the other. Oh how wonderful his lover tasted! Antonio pulled away in search of something only slightly better. He went back to wiggling back down Lovino's body stopping on occasion to kiss or lick the skin, making it a rosy colour.

When he reached his focus point he paused momentarily to look up at the Italian. He didn't expect Lovino to say anything, and as he thought the Italian didn't, but he wanted to see the look in the brunette's eyes before he ravished the young man in unexplainable ecstasy.

From there Antonio went to work, rubbing the growing bulge under the Italian's black shorts. The Italians were said to be the second biggest in Europe, next to the French, and Lovino proved it true. Peeling back his heavy shorts Lovino's hard asset was released from its confinement. Antonio's gentle breath on it made Lovino shiver.

The Spaniard grabbed the shaft, looking up quickly to watch his lover flinch. Without notice or hesitation he dropped his head down and swallowed the dick whole.

"Ah, Antonio." Lovino hissed out.

The Madrid native popped back up, "Too soon?"

The Southern Italian lashed out, "What do you mean too soon, stupid? You just jumped on me. Yeah it's too soon!"

"Oh you're right," The Spaniard began moving his hand up and down the length, "I should make you beg for it."

"T-t-t-that's not…what I meant." Lovino was shaking at the rough touch. He had longed for this for several weeks, but would never…could never…admit it to Antonio. The feel of his boyfriend's strong, sturdy hand gripping and tugging at his sensitive point made his heart convulse with need.

Antonio enjoyed all the small moans and quiet noises Lovino was trying to hide. After three years of being together he knew all the right moves and places that would make Lovino whimper and fall helplessly for him. Feeling the time was right he replaced his tugging with lengthy strides from his tongue up and down the shaft. Every once in a while he would churn his tongue around the tip.

After a series of lashes he took his lover in whole once again making Lovino call his name. Antonio continued to bob up and down his lover's size encouraged by the other man's pleas.

"N-no, stop…Antonio!" Lovino pushed the Spaniard off and sat up. He took a moment to gasp for air before looking his boyfriend dead in the eye, "I'm not going to let you put me in that spot, Antonio!"

The green eyed brunette wiped away a trickle of spit from his mouth and smirked, "Okay, we'll do this together then."

The Italian narrowed his eyes, "I get to be on top."

"That's fine." Antonio smiled standing up to pull his shirt and shorts off, "but I get to be inside."

"Ack! Antonio!" Lovino complained. He knew Antonio knew what he was talking about, but of course the Spaniard had to be witty and go over his head.

Completely undressed, Antonio opened his dresser drawer to pull out a small bottle of lubricant. As tough as Lovino acted he didn't think the Italian could take a raw pounding. He wouldn't want it that way anyway as his loving nature urged him to be gentle.

After lathering his own hardened cock he crawled back onto the bed and over Lovino.

"H-hey!" Lovino was more angry than shy, "You said I could be on top."

The Spaniard laughed, "Oh right, I did." To make the transition he laid on top of Lovino and rolled over taking the Italian with him. The flip put Lovino on top of Antonio who now lay straight on the bed. "You ready for me my bonito tomate?"

Holding onto his last nerve Lovino resisted telling Antonio that he had been waiting for him for several weeks. Instead he jibbed back, "Yeah right, the only one who's desperate is you."

Antonio grinned, "Well than…"

Again Antonio made the first move without warning. He grabbed Lovino's hips and directed himself inside the Italian.

Slightly annoyed, Lovino barked, "You're supposed to stretch first."

"Sorry," Antonio reached up and pulled his lover into a kiss, "I guess you're right, I am the desperate one."

The Southern Italian blushed, both from the embarrassment and the feeling of his partner inside him. For the first time since the start of their physical activity Lovino took action and bent down to kiss Antonio back. There was little point in arguing now – besides every second Antonio's cock sat inside him was another second he found himself feeling more and more aroused again.

Their hands rubbed against nearly every part of each other's body as their lower halves started to move in rhythm with each other. Loud gasps and noises were muffled in case neighbours were home, but small, quieter ones floated the room freely.

As the pressure built the need for release became strong. In an intense moment before the final peak Lovino cried out, "Please, please, please, please, fuck."

Hard gasps were exchanged as the relief of their discharge came. Lovino wriggled slightly uncomfortable on top of Antonio. The feel of a jet stream of cum up his ass had always been awkward to him. With a now soften dick still inside him he collapsed onto the man beneath him. The two lay there as their breathing regulated.

"Well," Antonio sighed after catching his breath, "That was well worth the wait."

The Italian would've made a comeback comment had he not been so worn out. Closing his eyes he began drifted off to sleep when a sudden persistent bringing noise filled the apartment. He shot his eyes open again as he felt himself being moved over.

"Sorry Lovi," Antonio apologized, "But I really should get that."

The Italian took a heavy whiff of air through his nose and exhaled it. He was disappointed that the phone had ruined their after moment of peace. Who on earth was calling? Whoever it was they had bad timing. Cursing the caller he managed to drag himself out of bed, pull on his shorts, and wander to the kitchen. There he found Antonio chatting on the phone, still completely naked.

"You're coming to visit?" Antonio seemed both shocked and worried, "Oh, business you say. I see."

Lovino watched the conversation and took the opportunity to mouth "who is it?" when Antonio looked his way.

Pulling the phone down Antonio mouthed something back. Lovino did not need to guess. He knew who it was. Roderich. Roderich Edelstein.


End Notes: So…I hope everything went ok. This is the first time I've written a sex scene for a pairing other than USCan or FrUk. Let me know what you think (personally, I think it's corny and garbage…but you know us authors…we're always our own worst critic).

End Note 2: By the way...this is the ONLY sex scene in Arc One. ...Yes, there are several arcs planned. The second one will have more so please stay with me.