A/N: Yes! Finally Smut! (Hint Hint, this is your warning)

Antonio wiped a few more tears for him face. How hard had he been crying? He took Roderichs' found in his hand and looked at the picture. It was pretty cute. 'Oh Lovi, always making me worry for no reason,' Antonio thought handing it back to Roderich.

"Well it looks like everyone knows," Roderich commented awkwardly.

"Si. Now everyone knows you're mine," Antonio added holding Roderich tightly.

Roderich raised an eyebrow and smirked. It was odd seeing him smirk, but incredibly sexy.

"Wirklich(1)?" Roderich asked running a hand through Antonios' hair. Antonio leaned into his touch as he wrapped his legs around Roderichs' waist. He hoped this would work. He put an ankle in the crook of Roderichs' knee and rolled over to his right. Roderich turned bright red; now Antonio was on top of him.

"Si," Antonio whispered and nipped his neck. He looked down at the spot and thought about putting his initials there. AFC would be too long, A would do fine. Wait, should he do A for Antonio, or S for Spain? A for Antonio, Roderich wasn't his henchmen. Antonio nipped the spot again and Roderich let out a small noise.

"Aw~ so cute~!" Antonio murmured into his neck and licked the spot. Roderich dug his hands into Antonios' back. "Make it again?" Antonio felt blood rush up his next to fuel a blush. He continued nipping and licking until there was a noticeable 'A' marked there. He felt like he should get a mirror and show Roderich. Or take a picture and send THAT to the entire world. Roderich looked peaceful enough, had he fallen asleep? Antonio nipped higher up and his eyes opened.

They were soft violet, burning with something. 'It's more intense with his eyes half-lidded like that,' thought Antonio as he started to unbutton his shirt, 'Still sexy.' He felt muscles on Roderichs' stomach. More than he'd expected with all the cake. Roderich moved one of his hands to his neck. He smirked a little at the mark.

"You're lucky the cravat will cover this."

"It will? I wanted people to see it," said Antonio gruffly. He was starting to remind him of his old pirate self. Roderich sat up and Antonio pulled off the shirt and unceremoniously threw it on the floor. He picked Roderichs' upper half off the bed. "Mine."

They both leaned in and started to kiss. Roderichs' hands moved around Antonios' neck and pulled him closer in with calloused fingers. They started a battle from dominance which Antonio won. Antonio noted that he still tasted life coffee and sweets. Still delicious. Then, he felt one of Roderichs' hands move slowly down his chest and stop at the hem of his boxers. He stopped for a moment to comment, "Interesting."

"Ja. It is." Roderich trace the line of Antonios' boxers before he moved to his own pants and slid them off. He was light headed but he had enough sense to do that much. Antonio leaned back in and started to kiss again only rougher. Roderich moved his displaced hand and put it on Antonios' hip as Antonio placed a chaste kiss on him mouth and pulled away.

"Now what?" Roderich had to stop himself from moaning in frustration. More often than not, Antonio had a reason. Still, he had to remind himself to be patient.

"Te amo," Antonio said breathily before kissing him chastely again. Roderich felt his smirk melt into a smile. Antonio messed up his hair a little and returned it.

"So we're not…?"

"Oh! You were planning on it? I felt rude for springing that on you, but okay that works~!" Roderich laughed a little. That surprised him; if was Elizabeta that clueless (she never was to begin with) he would have denied her out of spite. "Feel free to say 'sex' I don't have a problem with it." Roderichs' eyes widened as they felt Antonio move one of his hands to the hem of his boxers. Antonio beamed brightly at him as he felt a hand slip beneath the band and bring it down slightly.

"So tell me, querido, when was the last time you had sex." His hand gripped Roderich at the hilt.

"October 26, 1989." He gasped in reply. Roderich didn't need to think about it. He felt pathetic.

"23 years?" Antonio exclaimed and loosened his grip for a moment before regaining it. "Ay, that's a long time. Elizabeta?" Roderich nodded shamefully and closed his eyes. Antonio started to move his hand. "Tell me more," Antonio commanded. He didn't think he was cut out for this 'topping' thing.

"Ja. 23 years on my birthday." Antonio went a little faster and wished he could have memorized the face Roderich made.

"When was the last time you did something like this by yourself?" Roderich hummed to himself for a moment.

"A while."

"Por que (2)?" He went faster; he felt Roderich needed it now.

"I-I haven't really thought about it. Da, bitte." Roderich leaned into Antonios' hand. "I've mostly kept to stroking my piano instead of myself."

"But why?"

Roderich had to search for an answer. Words were escaping him. He just grunted and leaned even more into Antonios' hand. He started to groan a little but made himself stop. He wasn't just going to be this Spaniards' Austrian bitch! Antonios' hand pulled away and Roderich whined a little. So much for dignity. Then he felt his boxers slip off and watched Antonio move down and lick him. Roderich gripped the bed sheets.

"And this?" Antonio asked.

"Hundred years…Maybe more."

Antonio smirked and licked again. Not as sweet but it worked for him. He felt two shaky hands move into his hair effectively gluing him there. Antonio started to hum and started to suck.

"Gott!" Roderich shouted. Antonio reminded himself not to laugh and kept humming. Roderichs' hands started moving and pulled him a bit closer as he started to roll his hips. 'He's bigger than I guessed,' Antonio thought. He looked around and saw a brown paper back. He stopped and pulled away.

"What's this?" He asked looking into the bag. Roderich threw his head back. Antonio looked inside and saw condoms and lube. Thanks Elizabeta?

"You want to bottom or top?" Antonio asked.

"Uh…Bottom?" Roderich replied brushing a hand through his hair. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Antonio got out of his boxers and threw them with the rest of the clothes. Goosebumps formed on his skin and shivered. He looked at the lube then at Roderich.

"How do you use this?" Antonio asked showing Roderich.

Roderich shrugged. "I'd figure you would know."

"Nope. Oh well." Antonio threw it behind him. He was so excited he didn't care where it landed. He put on a condom (that much he did know), and got back on top of Roderich, who was clenching his eyes closed.

"If you relax, it won't hurt as much," Antonio whispered wiping away some of Roderichs' sweat from his face. Roderich opened his eyes slightly and took a breath out. He squirmed slightly.

"Having second thoughts?" Antonio laughed quietly. He hoped not.

"Nein…j-just a new experience."

"Think of it like a shot," said Antonio thrusting in and rewarded with a gasp from Roderich. "It's better when you don't know it's coming."

"Ow," Roderich groaned twitching a little. Antonio let him adjust before moving again. He grabbed a hold of Roderichs' hips.

"You're clenching again," Antonio sighed. "I won't move until you stop." Roderich took more deep breaths and started to relax more.

"It's different," Roderich laughed nervously, it only did things to his body that silenced him.

Antonio started thrusting in continuously. Roderich couldn't help but wonder how Elizabeta was able to do this for so long. It seemed fairly boring though Antonio looked like he was enjoying himself. Like how Roderich remembered enjoying himself. Antonio hit a certain spot rather quickly, and grabbed a hold of Roderich with his free hand.

Roderich sighed and followed it up with a blush.

"Aww~!" Antonio couldn't help himself. "Tomate~!"

He started hitting the spot repeatedly and Roderich followed up with moans, and mewls of pleasure. "Anton," was mixed into the noises too. Roderich felt like he was begging for more. Antonio seemed happy enough to comply. Fuck his dignity. He bit Antonios' neck and started to claw in his back. He could get used to this. He felt something building inside him.

"Don't stop," He begged and let out a groan as Antonio let out his own. What weird music. Antonio kept hitting the right spot until Roderich released.

"I-I'm sorry!" Roderich blushed wiping some off of Antonios' stomach.

Antonio let out a sigh and pulled out.

"No problem! I'll get something!" Antonio hurried over to the bathroom. He came back completely clean with a wash cloth. Roderich wasn't dirty but he felt too warm. Antonio leaned over him.

"Wow, you're cold," Roderich said. Antonio smiled and nodded.

"Si," he replied weakly.

"Wie geht's?"

"I'm—" He fainted on top of Roderich.

"You've got to be kidding me." Roderich said gently patting his back.

(1) Really?

(2) Why?