(Author Note:

Vilono: Last update for a while. Again. Sorry. We're going on some trip to. South America.

Amber_Skies: Yeah, so in the meanwhile, enjoy this chapter! Oh, and also vote on whether or not you want a lemon for this~ Vi alrea-

Vilono: Stai zitto. Well, bonus points if anyone caught Feliciano's name hidden in the last chapter while Lovino was talking about him.)

Lovino stared at the ceiling from his position laying on his back on the couch. Before the tv sat the coffee table, and on it were two wine glasses, the PlayStation controller, and the bottle of fine red wine itself.

Today was the day he found out how Feliciano truly felt.

Lovino knew he had to be careful not to get too drunk, or his careful planning would all go to shit.

There was the sound of a car pulling into the garage, footsteps clicking on the stone walkway, and humming as the jingle of keys unlocking the door was heard.

The door flew open, and the intruder of the silence yelled, "Vino, I'm home!"

Lovino's heart beat as fast as a hummingbird's wings at the sound of his dear brother's voice.

He gulped, forcing a smile into his face and he called out while willing his voice not to crack, "Hey, fratellino, Nonno got some wine for us to try, he said it's some of the best red wine he's ever tasted."

Feliciano smiled at he entered the living room, leaning over the back of the couch and looking down at his older brother. "But, ah, fratellone, remember what happened last time we drank?"

Lovino nodded, "I know, but I'm stopping at two glasses."

Feliciano gave him a sceptical look for a moment, before grinning, "Okay, sounds good to me!"

A few Supernatural episodes later, Lovino had drank two glasses of the wine, and Feliciano was still on his first as he was "savouring the taste."

Lovino was laying across Feliciano's lap, his head resting on his younger brother's soft thighs. He had to put the plan into action and act a bit drunk while doing it.

Here goes his dignity.

He turned his head to face Feliciano's stomach instead of the tv. He scooted closer to him and nuzzled his crotch and made sort of purr-like noise.

Lovink heard Feliciano moan lightly, and shift as he looked down at his older brother.

"A-ah, Lovino, what are you doing down there?" He stuttered, shifting a little.

"Ti amo, fratellino," Lovino said, adding a little slur to his words, "you're so cute.. I always just want to hug you and kiss you and fuck you and stuff.."

Feliciano gasped quietly, and replied after a moment of silence,"Ti amo anch'io, fratellone, you have no idea.."

Lovino's heart nearly stopped.

Holy shit.

Feliciano liked him back.

Lovino nuzzled even more into Feliciano's crotch, purring contentedly as he heard Feliciano let out a sound much like a whimper.

Lovino let out a chuckle, moving even closer to his brother, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Fratellino," he purred coquettishly, "I want to fuck you later.. Hard. You're so goddamn hot and I can't stand not bedding you again.."

That's when Feliciano lost all restraint.

He grabbed his brother by the shoulders, pulling him up and kissing him deeply.

Lovino, tired of pretending to be drunk, quickly took control of the kiss. He moved his tongue through Feliciano's parted lips, and felt around in his warm mouth, savouring the taste of his sweet brother mixed with the wine.

That taste was addicting.

And he wanted so much more of it.

The kiss eventually broke and the twins stared at each other, panting, eyes wide and filled with a clash of love and lust.

They drew closer once again, and the passionate kissing began quickly escalating.

Hands began exploring, Supernatural and the wine left forgotten as the brothers kissed and felt each other up.

"Fratellino, do you want this?" Lovino asked.

"Fratellone, I do," Feliciano answered.