OH MY GOD!

I'm sooooooooooo sorry! This chapter is like uber late! At least you won't have to put up with my lateness very long because there's only 2 chapters left.

The reason this is sooooo late is because I was busy writing the first chapter of my next story. Although it is done, I won't release it till this one is done or it will NEVER get finished.

Now on with the chapter!

CH 8

"So, are you bringing Antonio with you on Monday?" Antonio asks, lying on the couch with only his pants on. You peer up at him from your seat on the ground.

"What? Why would I take a raccoon to school?" You ask as push yourself up.

"It's take your pet to school day. Technically speaking, he's your pet." Antonio says, ruffling your hair affectionately. Pushing his hand away, you stand up.

"Whatever. I'm taking a bath." Grabbing your discarded clothes you turn back to Antonio. "You can do what you like." It didn't matter if you took a shower before having sex with Antonio. You always felt sticky afterwards.

"Can I take it with you?" He asks with a mischievous smile.

"Hell no. You'll just fuck my brains out if I let you." You glare back at him. Just as you predicted, He gave you what he called his epic pouting maneuver.

"You're so mean! Saying I would try something like that. I would never try anything without my Lovi's permission. ~" He tells you, starting to tear up.

"Nhn. Okay fine! But only just this once!" How many times have you said that? Just this once, okay? I'm only allowing it this one time. One time only, you got that? And Antonio knew you wouldn't tell him no.

Flashing back to yesterday you remember the advice your father had given you. "Remember son. You always need a lot of sex to make any relationship work!" Of course that would be something your dad would say.

Antonio wraps his arms around you and you lead the way to the bathroom. He closes the door behind you and you detach yourself to turn on the water. You shut it off as the large tub fills.

"Hey Lovi! Come here for a sec." You walk back over and he holds up a few different bottles. "I was thinking which one would smell best. What do you think?" You peer at his choices and duck down to the sink cabinet.

A moment later you come up with a different soap. "This one." You say, pushing the bottle into his hands.

"Cinnamon? Why this one?" He asks with his smile playing on his lips. You look away and hide your face with your bangs.

"It's what your taste reminds me of." You whisper. His fingers curl under your chin and turn your face towards his.

"Do you like the way I taste?" He asks, pushing his forehead to yours. You grab the bottle from his hand, set it on the counter, and kiss him.

Before he could pull it on you, you nibble his lip. He hesitantly grants you access and you let your tongue wander in his mouth. You trail your fingers down his chest and tug at his pants.

He breaks the kiss and chuckles. "I thought you didn't want to. Especially after the events that happened downstairs." You tug off his pants with little difficulty.

"Shut up. Forget what I said." You whisper into his shoulder. He spins you around and pulls your back to his chest.

"Do you want to do it in the bath tub? It's large enough."He murmurs as he kisses your neck, slipping his hands down to your waist and sliding your pants off.

"Fuck the bathtub! You enjoy it no matter where we do it. The living room, my bed, or even the kitchen counter." You say and he huffs a sigh against your skin.

"You make me sound so selfish. I only want to do it with you wherever you want to." Really now? Well, he did restrain himself during school.

Sliding your hands around his face you get an idea. "Fine. We'll just do it on the floor. But first…" You murmur against his skin, trailing kisses down it.

"What are you…" Antonio asks as you get to the point just below his chest. You glare at him as you look up.

"I don't think it's fair if I don't get to be just as selfish. Can't I be selfish just this once?" Even though what you had in mind was far from selfish. But that was only if you could get past your nerves first.

"But you said you would never-" You poke him in the stomach hard.

"Shut the fuck up. I know what I said. I just changed my mind. It's not like that's a crime." You mutter to yourself. "Now if you're done chatting, I would like to finish what I started." He obediently shuts his mouth.

You make it down to his waist when he makes a choking sound. Looking back up you notice that he covered his eyes with one hand, the other one gripping the bathroom counter tightly.

It made things easier for you if you knew he wasn't watching. You stick out your tongue and take a cautionary lick along his length. Getting a little bolder you open your mouth and suck him in, wrapping your tongue around him.

It wasn't as bad as you had thought it would be. As you take his member into your mouth he lets out a strangled moan. You crack open an eye and glance up. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his face was dusted in a lustful red color.

Did you look like that when he pleasured you? Just what kind of reaction would you get if you swallowed with him in your mouth? You manage it with little difficulty and you feel Antonio's hips buckle. His hands tangle in your hair, keeping you in place.

"I think I'm… I'm going to…" His knees started to shake and something salty leaks onto your tongue. "Please…" He whispers. You pull back and untangle his fingers from your hair.

"You said you wanted to fuck me in the tub right?" You say, picking yourself off the floor.

~A few minutes later~

"Ah, faster." You mutter against the top of Antonio's head. He obliges, hitting all the right spots. A few seconds later you feel yourself climax and then feel him follow shortly after. "See? I can be selfish." You pant out.

"I… love it… when you're selfish… like this." He pants back to you. Just at that moment the bathroom door opens and your brother pokes his head in.

"Hey fratello do you know… Oh my. I'm so sorry." He ducks back out, slamming the door behind him. You fling yourself out of the tub and grab a towel.

"The fuck is your problem?" You scream after him. "If you're going to be out of the house then stay out of the fucking house. And what the fuck happened to knocking? You can't just run in on someone in the bathroom! Get the fuck back here!"

"I'm sorry! I only came to get my monologue I swear!" He says hiding behind one of the pillars in the entry way. Fucker was just asking for it.

"It's on the table Feli." Antonio says, wrapping his arms around your waist. Feliciano grabs it and rushes out the door apologizing the whole way.

"You need to relax Lovi. I would offer you a massage but I suck at those. Gefahr does really good ones though." You turn your head to look at him.

"The high strung bitch?" He nods and taps his fingers across your waist.

"Gilbert invited me for a game of soccer and I got a massive foot cramp. Gilbert kind of begged her to do it and she's pretty good." You cock your head sideways.

"Yeah, whatever. Can I… ask you something?" You mutter, lowering your head.

"Of course! My Lovi can ask me anything." He chuckles into your ear.

"Why me?" You whisper to the stairwell. He frowns against your shoulder at your question.

"I don't think I understand." Of course he wouldn't understand. How could he when you only used those two vague words?

"Why me? There are plenty of people who are better than I am. Like my brother. He looks just like me so if it was about looks you could just have him. He's a lot nicer, knows how to cook, clean, and draw." You shut up and drop into silence.

"If you're asking why I would choose you over anyone else, well that's an easy answer. Sure your brother's better but only if you look at those things." He turns you so you're facing him. "But what I love about you has nothing to do with any of those. Why you, you ask? Because you have the burning passion of a thousand suns, because you understand my oblivious ways, because no one can love me like you do."

When he had turned you around you had chosen to look away. But as he continued, your head turned until it had been level with his. You feel your eyebrows pull into a frown.

"Did I say something to make you angry?" He asks, concern shadowing his eyes.

"Can you… lean forward a bit?" He does as you ask. You close the gap and gently press your lips to his.

~Monday~

Antone chattered in your ear as he sat on your shoulder. Somehow, Antonio had found a leash that would fit the bothersome raccoon. Of course people starred when you got to school. Who the hell would own a pet raccoon? Oh yeah, you.

"You did bring him." Antonio says, walking up to you. He was with Francis and Gilbert. Gilbert had numerous scratches on his face and hands and there was a baby chicken perched on his head.

"What the fuck happened to you?" You get your answer as D walks past, a black fox on her shoulder hissing at him. Gilbert grabbed Francis and switched places. The fox's fur had spots of bright neon pink scattered through it.

D shoots Gilbert a glare and walks away again. Antonio wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek. Francis looks at you oddly.

"Wait. You two really are an item? I thought it was a prank." He says with a chuckle.

"Fuck off French bastard. I don't lie." You growl as your brother walks past, holding onto the potato bastard's arm, who just happened to be walking three dogs of different breeds. All were clearly purebreds. One was a German Sheppard, another was a Doberman, and the last was a long haired Dachshund.

Francis starts saying something but gets drowned out by the bell. Whatever. It's not like the dumb bastard ever had anything good to say. Antonio twines his fingers with yours and Antone clambers over to sit on his head.

~6th Period~

Now just how were you supposed to take a raccoon to P.E. with you? Maybe the teacher would excuse you and your pet or something. Antonio catches up with you as you walk out onto the blacktop.

"So are you ready for tryouts?" He asks, smile beaming.

"Hm? Oh yeah." Right now you weren't concerned about the play tryouts. Something completely different had your attention. Antonio follows your gaze and lets out a sigh.

"D again? Does she really need to get into an argument with the teacher?" As Antonio says his comment, D prods said teacher in the chest, eyes wide in anger and a desperate Rachel trying to pull her away.

Rachel finally succeeds and drags her to her spot as you sit down. The fox was running a circle around her, clearly agitated. "Attention class! It would appear that Ms. Beilschmidt has taken decided that she can complete the obstacle course. To pass today all you need to do is sit and watch."

This would be good. The obstacle course was for people who talked back to the teacher. You had to do it last year and as far as you knew, no one had past it. And that aside, D was clumsy.

The course was designed with wooden poles, mud, a string spanning a water hole, and several sections of slippery wood and rope areas. "Since I'm a generous man, she can play some music while she struggles through the course."

D lets out a huff and gets up, pulling out her iPod. She lets out a low whistle and the fox scampers up on a rock, sitting down patiently. "Fine! This should be so simple a child could do it." She walks to a nearby speaker and plugs in the music device, then hands it to Rachel.

"When I say to, press play." She dances over to the starting platform and shakes herself out. "Play!" Rachel does as ordered and the music starts.

Leaping back and forth across the poles she makes it appear like it was a simple game. She would jump on one, twist in the air and land on her hands on the next one. She leapt to each pole at least once then landed on the last one that connected to the string bridge. "Next song!"

A moment later something fast paced pours out of the speakers and she simply launches herself across the string. As she flitted across the course Gilbert let out a chuckle. "Serves the teacher right. If anyone can complete a course like this is Gefahr." Antonio glances over at him.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Well, grandfather used to be an exceptional sword fighter even though it's a dead sport. Gefahr was his best pupil. Sure he taught Ludwig and I but she was always the fastest. We had something similar to this in practice." Gilbert replies, stroking his bird's feathers.

Half a song later D rolls of the end platform and up into a fighter's stance, completing the course. She lets out a slow breath. "Come Jezebel!" As she finishes her sentence the fox jumps of the rock and races over to her.

~At tryouts~

You walk back into the lobby to where the other students were waiting their turn. It had actually gone better than you thought it would. The monologue had rolled off smoothly and the drama teacher had seemed to enjoy your singing.

Only a few people were left for trying out and since it would be announced who got what after they all finished everyone was still there. Antonio wanders over to you.

"So how did it go?" He asks an expectant smile on his face.

"How the fuck should I know?" A few minutes later the last person to try out walks back into the lobby. Everyone stands around for about ten more minutes and the drama teacher comes out waving her cast list.

"Alright students! First is the minor characters or basically all our back up dancers." She rattles of names that you didn't recognize which meant neither you or Antonio had made the bottom of the list. This meant you were either an actual minor character or nothing at all.

"Now the actual minor characters! Let's see, Antonio and Gilbert are the owners, Feliciano is La Collette, Ludwig is the conductor, Rachel is Madame Giry, and that's it for the minor characters."

So you hadn't made it after all. Big fucking deal. "Now the three main characters! Francis as Raoul, Gefahr as Christine, and Lovino as The Phantom. First thing tomorrow come and pick up your scripts!"

Wait. Did you hear her right? She had called you for the main character? But if your memory served you right the phantom kissed Christine at the end. And that meant… "Fuck no! There is absolutely NO WAY I am kissing that stuck up little bitch!" Unfortunately Anders overheard you and you immediately regretted your words.

He pile drives you into the nearest wall, bracing his arm across your neck and effectively cutting off your air supply. "Do you have a problem with my girlfriend's face? If you do, please tell me so I can beat the shit out of you."

Just as your vision gets hazy Antonio launches his knee into the unsuspecting Anders' side. Antonio's hands caress your cheek as you struggle to regain your air. Out of the corner of your eye you see Anders pick himself up and launches his own kick at Antonio's head. And as you watched, D swung her body in a defensive maneuver and took the kick full on.

SUPER SORRY!

School is distracting and I promised to write everyone a long chapter. This one is twelve pages long according to my computer so long chapter is long. That and I was busy watching Soul Eater.

Sorry, guilty as charged!

"When your 'lost' here I am 'forever' with your soul…"