A few days went by, and in these few days, Gilbert and Lovino were getting closer and closer. Lovino gets his lunch from his locker and starts walking to the lunch room. He feels a hand on his shoulder and he turns around. "Gil-Mr. Beilschmidt?" He stutters as he turned around. Gilbert was smiling and blushes at him using his teacher name. He had a slight fetish for that and it bothered him sometimes when he was teaching. He wanted to teach college, but was just starting with high schoolers now. "Hey," Gilbert says happily. "I wanted to talk to you." He says this in a happier tone to tell Lovino that nothing was wrong and he shouldn't worry. "What is it, bastard?" He glares at him.

Gilbert motions for him to follow. He leads him to his classroom and shuts the door. "What did you want to-" The East German interrupts Lovino by pushing him against a wall and kissing him forcefully. The soft plush lips of the Italian press back against Gil's and he slides his tongue into his mouth. Gilbert breaks away after a moment. He glances at ground then back at Lovino's eyes with a worried look. "I… We can't keep doing this. I don't want to get fired and I don't want you to get expelled." He says, taking the boy's hand. The brown haired boy didn't hear that last part over the sound of his heart breaking. "I guess you're right." Lovino pulls his hand away and leaves the room without another word.

He squeezes his eyes shut and grips his lunch box tightly. Tears edge at the corner of his eyes as he runs into the bathroom. Did Gilbert just dump me? No. He couldn't have. He just wanted to talk, right? He rubs his eyes. The door opens slowly. "Lovino…" Gilbert calls, "I'm not breaking up with you." It was like he could read his mind. "We just need to stop for a while until you graduate, okay?" Gil had his hands in his pockets as he smiled sweetly at Lovino. The Italian nods and wipes his eyes again. "I just thought… I thought…"

"Hey it's okay. Nothing is going to happen between us. We just need to stop for a while." Lovino calms down after this. He nods. He exits the bathroom with Gilbert following him. "I'm gonna go to the lunch room." Lovi says, leaving Gilbert behind. Gil smiles at him from the back and goes back to the empty classroom. Lovino goes to the lunchroom and runs into Alfred on the way there. He tells Alfred what just happened. Alfred seemed to brighten up when he said that. So that meant him and Gilbert weren't together now. That gave him his chance.

When Lovino got home he called up Alfred and asked him if he wanted to hang out somewhere this weekend. Gilbert wasn't home yet. Lovi was in his bed and laying on his stomach, his feet in the air. He was smiling. Him and Alfred were still talking. It's been an hour now and Gil wasn't home yet. He must be doing a lot of paperwork or something. He had a smile and a blush on his face. It was like he was a teenage girl talking to her first boyfriend. That's what he felt like too. He didn't know why he liked Alfred, or why Alfred liked him. But the two talked and talked. When Lovino heard the front door open he immediately told Alfred he had to go and hung up.

That weekend Lovino had woken up earlier than he expected. Gilbert and him barely talked since he told him that they needed to break away for a few months. Lovi felt just fine about it though. He goes upstairs and takes a shower, getting dressed. He was excited about this. He dresses in a nice dark blue shirt and tight black jeans. He smirks at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He combs his hair, sprays on some cologne, then goes back downstairs. He forgot his wallet downstairs. He quietly goes down the stairs to his and Gilbert's room and grabs his wallet off of the desk.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" Gil's sleepy voice calls to him as he starts walking up the stairs. Lovino creeps back down and bites his lip. "I'm going to the park." He mumbles. "This early? Why?" Gilbert wipes the sleep from his eyes. "Alfred wanted to hang out there." The least he could do was not lie to Gilbert. The German rubs the back of his neck, now sitting up. "Lovi, I'd be careful around him. I don't think he's good news." He smiles apologetically at his boyfriend. Lovino nods, ignoring the words. "Okay, I'll be back later." He says before going up the stairs and leaving the house. It's not that he didn't love Gilbert, which he did, but he felt that Alfred was something new and exciting. Something interesting and something that needed to be explored.

He puts his hands in his pockets as he leaves the house and walks down the street to the park. Him and Alfred agreed to meet there. It was close to both of their houses. He walks through the green scenery, the dew on the grass and leaves made them shine. He sits at a nearby bench and soon sees Alfred striding towards him with a goofy smile on his features. "Hey you." Alfred takes his hand and kisses his fingers. Lovino blushes. "Ciao, bastard." He smirks. Alfred releases his hand and Lovino stands up. The two walk by each other, it was just them because of how early it was. The cool morning air soon changed to a warm afternoon breeze. Lovino had offered to buy him and Alfred each a cone of ice cream, because someone had wheeled a stand in. Instead, Alfred paid for it. Lovino was surprised at this. He hadn't expected Al to do that. He didn't expect him to act like such a gentleman either.

Lovino was holding his vanilla ice cream in his hand, the white cream dripping down the sides and getting on his fingers. Lovino went to lick it off but noticed Alfred eyeing him curiously. After Lovi licked his hand, the American was blushing and had turned away. After realizing what the display looked like to Alfred, Lovino playfully punched Alfred in the arm. "Perverted bastard." He blushes. Alfred laughs. "I'm sorry dude, but you totally looked a lil sexual doing that. Just saying." His laughter dies down to a few giggles. After they finished their ice cream, they were both in the mood for some real food. "Hey look a Denny's!" Alfred shouts once they had strewn out of the park and into the town. "Race you there!" He shouts and starts to run. Lovino follows after him, his feet hitting the ground at an easy pace.

Lovino speeds up rather quickly, passing Alfred. His small lithe body was able to move quicker than Alfred's. They reach the Denny's right after another. Lovino was breathing heavier than Alfred. He usually didn't run that often, even though he was quite thin. Alfred takes his hand and leads him inside. A young girl was at the front. "Two, please." Alfred smiles at her. She giggles after noticing that the two were holding hands. "Right this way." She leads them to a table near the window. After eating, they leave and go back to the park, just walking around. Lovino sits on a bench and looks up at the darkening sky. His hands are on either side of him and he's swinging his feet back and forth.

Alfred sits next to him. "That's a beautiful sunset. Not as beautiful as you though." He places his hand over Lovino's and gazes into his earthy green eyes. He presses his lips against Lovino's. Lovi gasps but doesn't pull away or kiss back. The soft plush lips felt like heaven to the American. He leans against him more and prods his tongue against Lovino's lips. He parts them slightly and lets out a soft moan. He slides his tongue over the other's, slowly exploring his mouth. They pull away, gasping for air. Alfred looks at him with half lidded eyes and a smug look. "You're a bitch." Lovi giggles. Al kisses his lips again, then kisses along his jaw. He moves his hands to Lovi's hips, pulling them closer. Lovino lightly pushes him away. "Not now. We're in public." He mumbles.

"Oh so you'd rather be somewhere private?" Alfred kisses his neck, nipping it slightly. Lovi lets out a short moan. He pulls back the fabric on his shirt and nips his shoulder hard, leaving a mark. Lovino whines and slides away. He was feeling uncomfortable like this. He would much rather be somewhere private. But not now. Alfred kisses him again so passionately that he was intoxicating to Lovino. The smaller boy moans and the two pull away, breathing heavily. The sky was dimming. Thank God. Lovi thought to himself. He didn't think he could take much more of this. He loved Gilbert, right? The Italian stands up. Alfred stands up also, takes Lovino's hand, and pulls his chest against him almost forcefully. "I need to go." Lovino mumbles, pulling away. Alfred didn't let him go right away and that scared Lovino slightly. "How about we spend the night somewhere?" Alfred had a lustful tone to his smooth voice. Lovino shakes his head, a spot of fear in his eyes. "I really need to go." He gulps and pulls away.

Lovino turns his back to Alfred and starts fast walking down the street. He didn't expect to be home this late. Meanwhile back at the house, Gilbert was upset. He hadn't seen Lovino all day and he hadn't replied to any of his calls or texts. He was starting to worry and just about to call the police. Alfred probably beat him up and left him somewhere. Wait, why did he let Lovino go with him anyway? Gil bounds out of the house and hops in his car. He races down the street but ends up slamming on his breaks on one of the roads. "Lovino! Where have you been?" He calls as he rolls down the window. Lovino looks up and gets in the car. "I was hanging out with Alfred. We made up at the hospital remember?" He says, trying to sound innocent. Gilbert sighs. He was going to talk to Lovino when he got home.

He grinds his teeth as he turns around and steps on the gas, driving home. He had a totally bad feeling about Alfred. He pulls back into the driveway and gets out of the car. "I want to talk to you, come downstairs when you're ready." He grumbles and enters the house with his head down. Lovino follows inside, feeling bad. He stops by the couch and sits down on it. He wasn't prepared to talk to Gilbert about anything. He could just not go downstairs and sleep on the couch or something. But it's bad to avoid something like this. He wipes the tears from his eyes as he goes downstairs.

Gilbert was sitting on the edge of the bed when Lovino came down. Lovi stood across from Gilbert. He was playing with the hems of his sleeves. "I don't trust Alfred." Gilbert stands up. "I don't like him being around you. He's a bad influence." He puts a hand on Lovino's shoulder; the boy shoves away. "You're not my mother. I can be friends with whoever I want to." He scoffs. Gil sighs again. "That's not the point. He's the one that bullied you for ages and ages and now you hung out with him all day. He almost raped you! He could have faked being your friend and seriously hurt you!" Gilbert yells louder and angrier than he wanted to. He was furious. All he wanted to do was protect his little Lovino.

The younger boy cowers slightly in fear. Tears edge at his eyes. "I don't care! He's fun to hang around and I was perfectly fine!" Lovino shouts back. Gilbert glances down. "Look, Lovino…" He didn't want to upset the boy. He didn't mean to yell. "I don't want him to hurt you." The German steps forward and take his hand. Lovino pulls away and glares at him. "He's not going to hurt me, okay?! Just leave me alone." He turns and stomps up the stairs, holding back his tears. He knows he screwed up bad and what he's done can't be reversed. A small part of him feels like calling Ivan, but he knows he can't go back to that abuse. Instead, he goes upstairs to the bathroom, locking himself in there. He dials his brother's number.

"Lovino?" The younger Italian asks, pressing the phone to his ear. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?" He spits out. "N-No…" Lovino sniffles in and tries to stop his crying. He begins to explain what happened between him, Alfred, and Gilbert. Lovino wasn't in tears by the end of it. "Lovi, you need to apologize to Gilbert and tell him the truth." Feliciano mumbles. "I know! I just… I can't believe I let him take advantage of me… I'm going to tell him… And hopefully Gill is going to forgive me. I love him. I really do." After a few more minutes of talking, Lovino hangs up his phone. He drags himself from the bathroom and lays down on the couch. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now. He can't even look at Gilbert or talk to him. He feels so bad about what he did.

Even though he said all this and thought all this about being sorry, he still continued to let Alfred take advantage of him. He didn't really participate, he just let him do all of the work. It's like Lovino was just there. He spent the rest of the weekend trying to avoid Gilbert as much as possible. He sent a text to his brother, telling him this. His brother said to him 'you can always come home.' Lovino read the message but didn't reply to it. He didn't want to go home. He didn't want to do anything.

He escaped out of his house before Gilbert got up even if that meant going to school early. He waits outside of the building. A head of golden hair was walking towards the school. Lovino stops leaning against the wall and meets him out in the middle of the parking lot. "Hey you." Alfred purrs, taking Lovino's hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Lovino ignores the gesture. "Ciao, bastard." He says, smiling.

A few weeks passed with Lovino keeping up his secret relationship with Alfred. He hated himself for it. He was becoming less and less intimate with Gilbert and more and more intimate with Alfred. They had done everything but have sex.

During lunch Alfred takes Lovino's hand and drags him to the bathroom. Alfred brought him to the big stall at the end. He pressed him against the wall, locking their lips. Alfred moaned into the kiss. Lovino pressed his hands to Alfred's chest and shoved him away forcefully. "What the hell? I thought we weren't gonna do any of this during this school!" Blood rushes to his cheeks. "Dude, I want to go all the way tonight." Alfred spits out. He'd taken a step away from him, giving him some space. "Do you? I would love to and it would be awesome. Especially with someone as cute as you." He purrs. For a minute there, that sounded like something Gilbert would say.

Lovino is shocked by him saying this. He bites his lip and scoots closer to the door of the bathroom. It was tempting. He wanted to, but he couldn't. If Gilbert ever found out, it would destroy everything about their relationship. Alfred puts his hands on Lovino's waist, pulling him close. "We'd have to go to your house or to somewhere else. We could do it outside but that would be unsanitary." Alfred says loudly, pulling him out of his thoughts. Lovino sighs. He can't bring himself to say no. His heart pounds in his chest. "M-My house." He mumbles. He glances up to see the way Alfred brightens up and smiles. "Really?" He hugs Lovino. The Italian felt a quick buzz in his pocket. He glances at his phone. 'I'll be home late. Don't wait for me.' A text from Gilbert reads. "Si. Come home with me after school. Gilbert won't be home until late." He mumbles. "Great!" Alfred hugs Lovino tightly and kisses him on the cheek. "Can we go now?" Lovino asks, annoyed.

The two walked home, peacefully talking. Ludwig was going over to Feliciano's house so they had the house to themselves. As soon as they stepped inside and Lovino had set his bag down and taken his shoes off, Alfred threw himself at him. He pressed him against the wall and slid his tongue in his mouth. He explores the warm cavern and grinds himself against Lovino. The Italian whines as he feels a certain fire in his loins. Alfred was so rough and forceful. He trails his hands lower, under Lovino's shirt, rubbing the skin that was under it and trying to take it off. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private." Lovino gasps as Alfred reaches up and pinches on of the soft pink buds on his chest. "Sure dude." He releases him from his grasp. Lovino takes his hand and leads him downstairs to his and Gilbert's room. It felt a wrong.

Alfred pushes him on the bed and literally tears off his shirt. He kisses down his chest and starts to pull off his pants. Lovino barely had time to react to the caressing hands traveling down his lithe body. He moans when Alfred wraps his hand around his clothed cock. Lovi arches his back. He hasn't been touched in so long. Alfred takes off his shirt in one swift motion along with his pants. He leans over Lovino, kissing him and reaches his hand inside of the other boy's boxers. Lovino bucks his hips. Alfred lets go and discards Lovino's boxers. He brings his hand down and starts to rub at Lovino's hole, loosening it. He quickly gets up. "I don't want to hurt you. Ya got any lotion anywhere?" He asks, slightly worried. "Under the bed." Lovino mumbles. He bring his hand to his cock and gives it a few strokes. Alfred gets to his knees and looks under the bed. There, near the side lay a bottle of lotion. Al grabs it and pours some on his fingers. He rubs it over his fingers and pushes one inside of Lovino.

The Italian groans at the feeling. Alfred kisses him softly and whispers sweet nothings in his ear. Alfred pushes another finger in, hurrying it along even though he knows he shouldn't. Lovino gasps and arches his back. Al wraps his hand around his bare cock and strokes up and down. Lovino bites his lip. He slips another finger in and waits for Lovino to relax. Lovino starts to grind against his fingers. Alfred pulls out his fingers and pushes his cock in. He groans and starts to move slowly. Lovino rocks his hips rhythmically against Alfred's. Alfred kisses him while he slowly thrusts into him.

They didn't hear the front door open and they didn't hear or notice someone coming down the stairs. The person coming down the stairs didn't hear them due to sound cancelling earbuds and extremely loud playing music. Lovino moans Alfred's name. Gilbert pulls out his earbuds and gasps at the horrendous scene before him. "Lovino!" He hisses. Lovino's teary eyes snap to where Gilbert was standing. He tries to get away from Alfred, but he keeps going. Gilbert grabs his arm forcefully and pulls him off of Lovino. "Get out of my fucking house you whore" He snaps angrily. He was absolutely furious. Alfred gets off of Lovino, pure fear in his eyes as he grabs his clothes and shoves them on at lightening speed. "YOU BETTER NOT COME BACK HERE OR YOU'LL END UP IN A POOL OF YOUR OWN BLOOD." Gilbert shouts. Lovino started crying as he watched Alfred run out of the room and out of the house.

Gilbert glares at Lovino. "I can't believe you." He grumbles. "You were cheating on me all this time?" He can't even look at him. "Stop crying." He sits on the edge of the bed and tears prick at the edge of his eyes. "I've done everything I can for you and you do this. I don't even want to know why you would do this." Gil holds his head in his hands. Lovino calms down after a few minutes. "I'm so so-sorry. I didn't… I didn't want to.-"

"So he raped you? Lovino-"

"He didn't rape me. I'm so sorry. I love you, Gilbert. "H-He used me and" Lovino starts to cry again. "he manipulated me…!"

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