Lovino bites his lip as he gets out of the car. He didn't know what to expect at all. That being because he didn't know how Gilbert acted at home versus how he acted at school. Gilbert goes up to the front and unlocks the door. The group stepped inside the home and Lovino was surprised at the neatness of it all. He almost, almost, audibly gasped. It was neater and more cleaned than he's ever seen.

Feliciano grabs onto Ludwig's sleeve and pulls him to the living room where Feli plops down in front of the tv and cautiously pets Ludwig's dogs. Gilbert was standing in front of Lovino, facing him. He was smirking, but had his head low. He glances from side to side and grabs Lovi's sleeve. "Come downstairs with me." He mumbles in his overzealous accent. The one that said 'I'm awesomer than you. Deal with it.'

Lovino blushes and freaks out slightly. Was Gilbert flirting with him? No. That would be wrong. Gil kept avoiding eye contact and almost trying not to blush. He seemed rushed. He was acting like a young teenager boy bringing home his first girl and trying to hide her from his parents. Gil scratches behind his head and tugs Lovi's sleeve again. "This way." He mumbles. The albino was definitely nervous. He shifts his weight from foot to foot then leads Lovino to the kitchen. He opens a door and there's a set of stairs leading down to a finished basement. Gilbert lets go of Lovi's sleeve and walks down the stairs.

Lovino was blushing even more with each step. He was expecting to see the floor scattered with porn movies. Lovi dismisses that thought and wrinkles his nose. Gil flips the light when he gets to the bottom of the stairs. It was just a normal room. Well, it was really clean. That usually wasn't normal. There was a queen sized bed, a dresser, closet, bathroom, mini fridge, couch, desk, computer, a flat screen tv mounted on the wall, and an xbox. Gilbert goes over to the mini fridge and opens it up, taking two beers out of it. "Here." Gil walks over to Lovino and hands it to him. The Italian furrows his brow. "I can't have this. I'm-"

"Ja. Underage. I know. Try it. The awesome me promises that it doesn't taste like horse piss." Gilbert chuckles. "Here. Let me open that for you." Gil takes the bottle from Lovino and, like an expert, pops it open with his thumb. Lovino takes it back like a dumbstruck fool. He's never had beer before. Wine, yes, under parent supervision though. But never beer. A sly smile appears on Gilbert's face. "Call of Duty is awesome to play while drunk." Lovi mentally face palms. He is not going to get drunk with this albino. But just to please him, he takes a sip of the beer. It actually didn't taste bad. It didn't have much of a strong alcohol taste, but it had a hint of fruitiness. No wonder Gil liked these so much! Lovino takes a gulp of it, feeling slight dizziness, like the time he had wine for the first time.

Gilbert was already half way done with his first bottle and was making his way over to his tv. He turns it on, along with his xbox and grabs both controllers. He sits on the couch. Lovino follows him and sits next to him. The Italian tries his best to not sit so close to him. He didn't want to seem like he was in love with him or anything. He takes a deep breath and kept glancing at Gilbert. He just seemed so relaxed. Gil hands him the controller. Lovino takes it; their hands brush against each other when he does so. It makes Lovino's heart beat quicken. Little did he know, it had the same effect on Gilbert. Lovino didn't see Gilbert's face redden with blush.

Several intense games of COD and more than a few beers later, Gilbert was more than a bit tipsy. 'He's German. He should be able to hold his liqour.' Lovino thinks to himself. I mean, he shouldn't be that drunk after only a few, right? Unless he was just acting like that. If he was, he was doing a pretty good job. Gilbert gets up from the couch and stumbles, almost tripping over Lovino's feet. Lovi was on his second beer, but Gil was on his ninth now. It was surprising how much beer he had in his fridge though. Not any normal person would have that much. Gilbert pops open the top and downs the whole thing rather quickly. He reaches for another. That's when Lovino decides it's time for him to stop. He was awfully nervous around drunk people, but that's only because of Ivan.

The Italian gets up, setting the controller down. He walks over to Gil and takes the beer out of his hands. "You've had enough." He mumbles and sticks it back in the fridge. Gilbert widens his eyes and pulls of his best puppy dog/sad face. "B..ut…" He slurs. Lovi stands in front of the fridge. "No." He crosses his arms. Gilbert puts his hands on Lovi's shoulders and looks him straight in the eye. "You can't-that's my beer. It's mine. The awesome me needs it." He slurs. Lovino puts his hand on his chest and pushes him away. Gilbert responds by promptly taking Lovino's hand, sliding his other hand down to his waist, and kissing him gently on the lips. Their lips stayed connected for more than a few seconds. Lovino's eyes were wide and he was scared, but he didn't move. He could taste the schnapps on Gilbert's lips.

Gilbert released him after a minute and didn't even seemed fazed by what he just did. On the other hand, Lovino couldn't move. He was shocked. Infatuated. Nervous. His stomach was over loaded with butterflies. Did that actually just happen or did he imagine it? Gilbert pushes him out of the way and grabs another beer from the fridge. 'Did he just do that to make me move? As an act of lust? Did he just fucking use me? What did that kiss mean? He can't possibly like me. He's my teacher...' A thousand plus questions run through his mind. He must have been dreaming, right? Lovino shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck. He doesn't move. Gilbert takes his hand again, beer in his other hand. "Come, like, over there… Sit with me…" He slurs. Lovino doesn't do anything but prove himself wrong. That kiss was real; it actually happened.

Lovino felt awkward. Gilbert was sitting closer to him. He was practically draped over him. He kept nuzzling Lovino and rubbing his cheek against Lovi's almost like a cat. Although, Lovino really wanted to fucking make out with him. But that would be wrong, and he'd feel even more awkward. Gil hands his controller over to Lovino. "You play. I'm… I'm kinda tired." Gil slurs as he lays his head on Lovino's shoulder. Lovi blushes. "Bastard." He mumbles and switches to one player. It wasn't really bothering him. He was liking it anyway even if he felt awkward. Soon Lovino just stopped playing because it was getting late anyway. Gilbert had resorted to cuddling up to him. Lovi sighs and shuts off the xbox using the controller and turns off the tv with the remote. He lays against Gilbert and falls asleep, snuggling him. This part didn't feel awkward because he wasn't kissed out of the blue. It was harmless cuddling. And only that. Except Lovi had no idea how Gilbert would react when he woke up.

Lovino's eyes flutter open that next morning to find himself on his back, and Gilbert was laying on his stomach with head resting on Lovi's chest. Lovino smirks and runs his hands through Gilbert's hair, just wondering what it felt like. His hair was smooth and soft. He also didn't expect to hear a moan escape the sleeping Gilbert. Lovino did it again out of curiosity. The sleeping Gilbert tightened his hands around Lovino's shirt and moaned again. This time, Lovino felt something poking against his thigh. 'Oh no. Oh no. Fuck fuck fuck he's having a wet dream! Fuck. I'm scared. Get off me. Please. I feel awkward. Oh you fucking bastard this isn't right!' Lovino thinks to himself. He inhales sharply and makes a rash decision. He quickly shoves Gil off of himself. He lands on the floor with a loud thump. Gilbert didn't wake up. He just rolled over on his back. One hand was palm up, above him, and the other was palm down, resting on his chest.

Lovino yawns. He was still tired. He gets off the couch and tries his best to put Gilbert back on it. Succeeding, he lays on top of him, cuddling against his chest. This was much better than Gil crushing him with his body. Gil sleepingly wraps his arms around Lovino and gets more comfortable. It was surprising that he didn't wake up yet. Lovi sighs and lets himself fall asleep despite the fact that his heart was beating faster than the Bloodhound SSC.

He awakens again to light foot steps heard on the stairs. "Lovi! Gilly! There's breakfast!" Feliciano calls. At the mention of food, Gilbert springs up and literally hops off the couch, not even noticing Lovino. "Fucking Bastard!" Lovino shouts from his spot now on the floor. Gil turns around and faces him. He blushes. "Why are you on the floor?" He asks in a concerning tone. "I was fucking laying on top of you, bastard. I didn't need your boner jamming itself into my thigh, or you crushing me." The bad-tempered Italian stands up and crosses his arms. "You don't remember anything from last night, do you?" He asks. Gilbert takes a minute to ponder this. He scratches the back of his head. "No? I had a fun dream though." He nervously chuckles after this.

Lovi scoffs and pushes past him, stomping up the stairs. 'Of course he didn't remember anything! He didn't remember the kiss, or how he made me feel… He doesn't care about me… He just did that because he was drunk.' Lovi thinks to himself. Gilbert looks past him, wondering what he did. He was confused as to what happened last night. He knew of some things but were unsure if it was a reality or not. He looks down and swears under his breath. Gil goes to his bathroom and shuts the door. He looks around nervously, locking the door. He "takes care of himself" all while thinking of that fiery Italian. He didn't understand why he liked Lovino though.

Lovino was acting as his normal self on the outside, but on the inside, he was fighting himself. He had Ivan. He didn't need Gil, he had Ivan. On the table, there were various plates of food set up. There were different meats and sausages, cheeses, rolls, boiled eggs, and small jars of jam. This was normal for a German breakfast. They were big on breakfast. Italian's weren't though. Usually just a cornetto, a type of pastry kind of like a croissant, was a normal Italian breakfast. Just something small and a coffee. Feliciano was sitting at the table with Ludwig on the opposite side of him. Lovino sits beside his brother. Gilbert comes bounding up the stairs and pushing the kitchen door open. He was in the middle of wiping his hands on his pants. Lovi refrained from saying something dickish to him.

Gil sits down at the table. They enjoy their breakfast. Feli's had this type of breakfast before, but Lovino hasn't. It was different to him and, well, he kinda liked it. It was a peaceful breakfast with some mindless, happy chatter. But one thing that bothered Lovino was that Gilbert kept glancing at him when he wasn't looking. It was like the both of them totally forgot that the German was a student teacher, and Lovi his student. The two almost seemed to be like elementary students running around on the playground, playing boys chase girls. After breakfast, they all helped clean up and wash the dishes, even Lovino who usually wouldn't help.

Lovino tried his best to avoid Gilbert. To not touch him accidentally, to not say anything to him… He just couldn't. As much as he liked him, he wasn't ready for him. He mentally sighs, knowing that he would be living with Gilbert anyway. Although he could say no to that if he wanted. He could still live with Ivan and just deal with it for a few more days. Or weeks. Or until graduation. No. Not that long. He had to leave Ivan. "Hey, Lovi, you okay?" Says a soft German accent. "You were just staring at the wall and not moving." Gilbert's voice had a sense of worry to it, almost as if he could tell what Lovino was thinking. "Si. I'm fine." Lovino tenses up and turns away from Gilbert. Feli and Ludwig left the kitchen. They had gone upstairs.

"Lovino, look-" Lovino interrupts him. "No. Just stop. You were drunk. You probably didn't mean anything by it." The Italian sniffles and keeps his back to Gil. Gilbert puts his hand on his shoulder. He could tell that a simple drunken mistake had meant a lot to Lovino. That must mean something, right? "I'm sorry, okay? As much as I wanted to, I didn't mean to do that." He sighs. Lovino pulls away with tears in his eyes. "So, you do… like me like that?" He turns around and faces Gil. The German nods. "Ja. You didn't notice?" He asks. Lovino shakes his head. He noticed it with almost everything that his teacher did. The way they talked to each other. The way Gilbert acted around Lovino.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't right for me to do that. I'm a teacher after all and I'm not supposed-" Just then, Lovino presses his lips against Gilbert's, creating a silence in the room. Gilbert didn't pull away. He leaned into the kiss and let his hands go to Lovino's waist. The Italian parts his lips, letting Gil push his tongue into the other's mouth. Lovino felt that it was his turn to get revenge. Gil kissed him by surprise, so Lovi kissed him by surprise this time. They let their tongues explore each other's mouths. After a few moments, they pull away, gasping for air. "Lovino…" Gilbert says breathlessly. "You're fucking awesome." Gil pulls his hips closer to him and kisses him on the lips softly. "I've always had a thing for you." Lovi says, blushing as red as a tomato. "The awesome me always thought you were cute." Gil chuckles.

Lovino removes Gil's hands from his sides and runs his fingers through his hair. Just then his phone, which was in his pocket, started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the number. It was Ivan. Lovino gulps and answers the phone, preparing for the worst. "Si?" He mumbles. "Lovino, I want you home." The Russian's voice is hard and filled with a sense of anger. "S-Si, Ivan. I'll be there soon." You could hear the fear that rested in his tone. The other line goes dead, leaving a dial tone. Lovino hangs up and clutches his phone tightly in his hand; his knuckles were going white. Lovi keeps his eyes trained on the floor. "He wants me home. He sounded… upset." He whispers. "Nein! You can't go back there! He'll just hurt you again." Gil shouts. This makes the Italian shrink in fear. He didn't know what to do anymore. "Take me home." Lovi mumbles. "Let's go now." He starts walking towards the door and looks around for his shoes.

Gilbert crosses his arms and follows him. "Fine. You're still leaving on Sunday night, correct?" He asks. Lovino nods and slips on his shoes. Gil sighs and goes to get his keys. Lovi chews on his thumb nail and impatiently waits for Gilbert to come back. They leave the house and get in Gil's car. Gilbert drives to Ivan's, stopping in front of the driveway. "Text or call if anything goes wrong." Gil says to him. "No. I don't want you to call the police." He mumbles as he gets out of the car and walks with his head down to his front door. He knocks, and Ivan opens the door. He immediately wraps his arms around the smaller Italian and brings him inside. "I was so worried about you, Lovino." He says, excited to have him back. The only thing Lovino could think of was how fucking bi-polar Ivan was. It didn't bother him that much, but was starting to now.

"Where did you go? Did you eat? Where did you sleep?" Ivan rushes out the questions quicker than lightning. Lovino shrinks and doesn't answer them right away. "I was at Gilbert's house. Feliciano was there and he told me to stay with him for the night." Lovino wasn't totally lying when he said this. Ivan's grip on the smaller man's hands tense up. "Lovino," Ivan's voice is stern and controlling. "I don't want you hanging around that man anymore." Ivan said this only because he feared the worst. He didn't want the cops to be called on him. He didn't want to go to prison. Lovino's eyes widen, then go into a glare. He jerks his hands away from Ivan's. "You can't tell me how to live my life. I can hang around whoever I want to!"

Ivan grabs his wrist. "You're not going to hang around him anymore, da?" His voice was demeaning and firm. Lovino tries to pull away and tries to fight back tears when he can't. He wouldn't be able to escape this one, but would it be worth it to fight back? Yes. This time it would be. He's not going to let himself be pushed around. "Let go of me, you bastard!" Lovino shouts as he tries harder and harder to get away. He was slamming his fist against Ivan's chest, but that did nothing. "I hate you! Leave me alone!" He screams. Ivan takes his other hand and slaps Lovino hard across the face. "You're mine, and you're not going to go near that man anymore." Ivan says in a controlling way. Lovino yelps and tears brim his eyes. "No! You can't treat me like that!" He cries. "I can treat you however I want." Ivan glares and lets go of him. "Go upstairs." Ivan demands. Lovino shakes his head hastily and backs up away from Ivan. Ivan was walking towards him and threatening him. Lovino was trying not to trip over anything. He was more than scared. He was terrified.

"I said go upstairs!" Ivan yells. Lovino nods shakily this time. If he just takes his punishment, it shouldn't hurt that much, right? He hurries up the stairs and to the shared bedroom. He leaves the door open, knowing that Ivan was going to come up there and… well… you can probably guess what he was going to do. Lovino sits on the edge of the bed and starts to cry really hard. A sinking feeling arises in his stomach. He couldn't stand being hurt anymore. His body wouldn't be able to take all of the abuse. Ivan came up the stairs and into their bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Ivan hand a dark aura surrounding him. Lovino gulps and goosebumps appear on his skin. He turns away from Ivan and tries to stop his crying. Ivan grabs his hand and jerks him to the middle of the bed so he's laying on his back. Ivan gets on his knees and kneels over him, filling the Italian with fear. "I can't have you talking to him anymore. Not even your brother." Ivan says loud and clear to him. "N-No! Ivan I'm sorry! Please, I-I, please don't hurt me. I won't talk to them anymore. Just don't hurt me." He says through his tears. It almost seemed as he was fearing for his life at this point.

Ivan had flipped him over on his back and forced his pants off of his legs. And he, well he raped him harshly. He did so while saying demeaning things to him and threatening him. Lovino wasn't going to tell Gilbert about this. Nope. Not at all. Telling him won't change anything. Lovino cried himself to sleep upstairs while Ivan drowned himself in vodka downstairs after he did that to Lovi. The Italian couldn't feel his lower half when he woke up. He glances at the clock on the wall and notices that it was pretty late. The sun had gone down, the moon was out, and Ivan wasn't in bed with him. He was probably downstairs telling himself that he was a horrible person for treating Lovino like that, that he still loved Lovino, and that he wasn't just someone he could use. Lovino sighs and lays his head back down on the pillow. He didn't have the energy to cry at all. He just wanted to fall asleep and not wake up. Or wake up and have this all be a dream.

Then next morning, Lovino wakes up to find that Ivan was next to him in bed, and he finds himself to be curled up next to the Russian beast. He doesn't move in fear of waking Ivan up. About a half hour later, Ivan had awaken from his slumber, and released Lovino from his grasp. "Lovino," He yawns. "I want to apologize." His voice is soft. "I'm so sorry about last night. I was just so worried where you were and I got this crazy idea that you were cheating on me. I don't want you to hate me and I… I love you." Ivan sighs, keeping his volume low. All of a sudden, it seems as if all of the hate that Lovino bared for Ivan had dissipated. He melted into him and everything just… went away. "Ivan, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have left that night." He looks away and blushes. "It's okay. I didn't want to hurt you like that." Ivan mumbles. Lovino sighs and doesn't look Ivan in the eyes. He rolls over to his side, clutching the blankets to his chest. He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs his phone. He scrolls through his contacts and finds Gilbert's number. He sends a text. It reads "I'm not coming 2night. I want to stay a few more days."

Gil's phone beeps and he sits up in bed. He rubs his eyes and reaches for his phone. He reads the text slowly and a few times over. "What?" He mumbles in shock. "He can't. Oh mein Gott nein!" He's more alert now. "u can't stay. He'll just hurt u again." Gilbert sends and chews on his nail. This couldn't be happening. Gilbert didn't know about what happened to Lovino last night. It would make him want to call the police if he found out. He pulls his blankets over his head and waits for a reply. Lovino frowns at the text. He could sure as hell do what he wanted to. He locks his phone and puts it back on the bedside table. His shoulders become tense with the fact that he was probably upsetting Gilbert. Ivan scoots closer to him. "Who did you just text?" He yawns. "No one." Lovino mumbles. He doesn't bother sitting up, knowing he won't be able to anyway. He groans. "You bastard. I probably can't fucking walk." He mutters. Ivan nuzzles his neck with his hair. "I'm sorry. I'll help you out." He whispers in his ear.

The day passes with Gilbert constantly worrying and Lovino convincing himself that he should stay with Ivan. It went by slowly for the both of them. Lovino worked on some homework, Gil worked on grading papers. Although Lovino wasn't too excited about going back to school. He would have to face Alfred again and it wouldn't be too exciting. The sun leaves the sky and its illuminated partner comes in after it. Lovino was sitting on the edge of the bed, contemplating whether he should go or not. He could barely walk anyway. He clenches his fists and comes into reasoning. Fuck it. He had to go. He couldn't stand getting bullied at school and at home anymore. He stands up and limps over to his closet, glancing at the door every so often. He grabs an empty, out of style backpack and begins to fill it up with various clothes that he would need, and other necessities. He pushes the backpack to the far reaches of his closet as he hears footsteps on the stairs. A moment later, Ivan slowly pushes open the door and finds Lovino laying on the bed, on his back, and staring up at the ceiling.

"Do you want anything?" Ivan asks him, stepping fully into the room. Just then, the Italian's stomach made a low growling noise. Lovi looks up at him and blushes. "Food." He replies simply. "Do we have any frozen pizzas?" Lovi asks, his voice holding a certain sweetness. "Da. I think so." Ivan says and exits the room, going downstairs. He finds a large frozen cheese pizza at the bottom of the freezer and puts it in the oven. Lovino whips out his phone, takes a deep breath, and sends Gilbert a text. "Nvm I'm coming." It reads. Suddenly he felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders. He gets a text back. "I'll stay awake 4 u. :3" Lovino blushes once reading this. He sends an 'ok' and puts his phone away. Later the smells of frozen pizza wafts to the upstairs. He gets up and limps down the stairs. He finds it surprising that his body can heal so quickly. Ivan was leaning against the counter and looking down at the floor. Lovino walks up to him slowly and wraps his arms around his waist. "I love you Ivan." He mumbles while pressing his face into Ivan's collar. He had to leave him, yet it killed him inside.

Ivan slides his arms to his back, somehow feeling that he hurt Lovino much much more than physically and emotionally; he hurt him in a way that was much deeper. He knows that he was Lovino's first relationship, and that he's the one who took his virginity. But after all that, he just started to abuse him. Ivan feels like he ruined Lovino's life by entering it, and that he ruined all the relationships that Lovino could possibly have if they ever broke up. But that won't happen. Lovino won't have another relationship. He'll be with him always. He feels a sense of control, yet guilt flood over him. A few minutes later, Ivan takes the pizza out of the oven, cuts it into pieces and the two of them watch tv while eating the pizza. After that, they cuddled on the couch and watched movies.

11 o'clock rolls by and Lovino was falling asleep on Ivan. The Russian carries the smaller man upstairs and lays him on the bed. He clings to Ivan's warmth, the plan for him to leave totally evaporating from his mind at the moment. Ivav gets in bed next to him. "G'night Vanya." Lovino mumbles and dozes off to sleep. Ivan kisses him on the forehead and holds him. Through the next two hours, Lovino kept falling asleep and waking up. He knew something was wrong, but it didn't cross his mind. His phone begins to vibrate from its spot on the bedside table. He picks it up and unlocks the phone, the bright screen hurting his eyes. "r u coming or no?" says a text from Gilbert. Lovino quickly slides out of the bed. 'That's what I forgot!' Lovino mentally shouts. He bites his lip as he shuffles through his closet to find his backpack. He grabs his charger from its spot on the wall. He holds his phone tightly as he creeps down the stairs, being sure not to make a sound. He grabs his school backpack and a coat from the hall closet. He sighs and exits the house through the back door. Slight rain was coming down from the sky as he began to walk to the park. Gil had agreed to meet him there.

Ivan rolls over in bed and finds the spot next to him empty. He rubs the sleep from his eyes. "Lovino?" He calls out sleepily. He doesn't see a light coming from the bathroom so he gets up and looks down the hall. His Lovi wasn't there. He panics and grabs his coat. He quickly leaves the house and calls Lovino's name. Lovino hears the voice and breaks out in a run, going as fast as he can without tripping. Ivan heard the irregular footsteps running down the street. Ivan runs after him. He knows he can go faster than Lovino right now.

A/N

Sorry for taking forever to update. I've been playing a lot of sims 3 lately and school started back up from spring break. I'll be updating about once a week now, and not once every two days.