Heya guys! Back, and I've finally completed the second part! :D read to find out just what exactly almost gave Quan a heart attack from the last chapter. XD

Mighty Agamemnon: Thank you! I'm a lover of rare pairings, and these two are actually my yaoi OTP. ;D that's what makes the pairing appeal to me - that Quan is more awkward, quiet, cold and shy, while Antonio is outgoing, warm and bright: the personality dynamics are different, and yet they meld well together. :D I try hard to imagine the scenario playing out without anyone being OOC. XD oh, really? 0w0 I honestly didn't know that, but I'll make changes to Part 1 because of that. Ahh, so Spain really does have Black Pudding/Blood Sausage, too? Looks like I'll have to change certain things since after research, Belgium, Netherlands and Italy actually have them, as well. XD

Warning: Human!AU, Nyotalia inclusion, crack pairing, yaoi smut - boy x boy, second time writing smut, uke!Spain

Happy reading~


The room was dimly lit with only a few candles that were flickering on the dining table, and there were a large amount of roses decorated on it, as well. A lamp was also lit low to add another sort of entrancing glow, however these things weren't what caused the golden-eyed Asian's jaw to drop and his eyes to boggle.

No, it was how his love presented himself.

Antonio was barely wearing anything – he was almost practically nude. He had what appeared to be a black cloth over his lower regions, and a matching bow-tie around his neck. Strangely, he also had a pair of bunny ears that consisted of black fur with pink insides, and he had on some black slippers. "Mi querido, I'm so glad you're home~!" Antonio bound forward to wrap his arms around his neck, and sweetly kissed his cheeks before stepping back and smiling in that cheery way of his. "You must be hungry! Come, take a seat!"

Due to Quan's mind still being frozen on what was happening right now, the Spaniard was able to seat him down before going to the pot. He came back after pouring the contents in a bowl. The Vietnamese man blinked as he tried to regain his composure when that lovely scent tickled his nose again. Now recalling what that scent was, Quan remarked, "Bún riêu?"

"¡Sí, !" piped up Antonio, who looked delighted. "That! I was trying to cook that for you!" he came forward with some wine glasses, too. Placing it down, he smiled sincerely, "I wanted to cook you something from your home because it's Valentine's Day, and you deserve to be pampered. You work really hard, mi amor~"

Quan gave another blink. Rubbing the back of his head a little sheepishly, he cleared his throat, "T-thank you…" he inwardly cursed at his sudden stutter as he averted his eyes away from the Spaniard. "That really means a lot…"

Antonio simply gave a chuckle before getting up to grab a bottle of wine from one of the cupboards. During this, when he stretched upward to reach, Quan's eyes couldn't help but dart around and ghost over the Spaniard's lithe figure. At the back, Antonio wasn't wearing anything to cover his behind, so the Vietnamese man could had a perfectly clear view of a rather pronounced and round pair of buns.

When Antonio was successful in gaining the bottle, Quan quickly darted his eyes away; harshly cursing himself inwardly the whole time for even peeping in the first place. 'I am not a damn lech,' he thought to himself angrily. 'What on earth is wrong with me?!' He still accepted a glass, though – the crimson contents of the red wine sloshing inside before he sipped and the tart flavour filled his mouth. Still, the smell of the dish seemed to keep him sane from what was happening right now – it truly did smell delectable, and he was all the more motivated to try it since it was his beloved who made it. He was about to pick up his spoon to start eating, when Antonio shook his head – a hand actually on top of Quan's when he tried to grab the utensil.

"Today is Valentine's Day, mi hermoso," the Spaniard said, white smile still present. "Allow me~"

Quan felt his stomach tighten as his heart skipped a beat. "I can feed myself," he murmured in a low voice, feeling his face starting to take heat when Antonio dipped the spoon in the broth, and brought it close to his lips.

Antonio gave a little pout, "Can't I feed the one I love on the day that celebrates love?"

That, and the expression on the green-eyed brunette's face just made Quan heave a sigh. "Fine, fine…" he shrugged a shoulder before leaning slightly forward and parted his lips; prompting Antonio to bring the spoon forward. At once, when the dark-haired Asian tasted the dish, he could feel his whole body start to tingle with warmth as a salty texture spread out on his tongue, and he felt a slight bitterness and sweetness that followed. His eyes widened a little, which caused Antonio to fidget nervously in his own chair.

"So…how is it?" asked Antonio anxiously. He worked hard cooking that dish, and he prayed that Quan liked it.

"It's amazing," Quan cracked a small yet sincere smile in the Spaniard's direction as he gave him a thumbs-up.

Naturally, this made Antonio absolutely ecstatic. He continued feeding him dinner with much enthusiasm while engaging in conversation with him. "So, how was work?" he inquired.

Remembering Alfred and his irritating manner, Quan quickly squashed everything down – especially considering Antonio right beside him with barely much clothing on. 'And as a bunny waiter, no less…' he added to himself in an afterthought. Still, he nodded; not wanting Antonio to get worried, "It's going fine. Alfred was being a nuisance spouting his typical hero nonsense, but that's how he always is. We finished transporting Ms Rosaliese's grand piano, at least."

"Muy bueno!" Antonio beamed as he dipped the spoon in again. "I expect nothing less from ¡mi tesero!"

Throughout their relationship, Quan was aware that Antonio loved addressing him with sweet little names in his home tongue. Not a speaker of Spanish, the Vietnamese man had questioned him about them before, to which Antonio would respond in English before repeating it. Ever since then, Quan kept that memory fresh so he could recall and know just what Antonio was referring to him as. In this case, 'mi tesero' meant 'my treasure'. Quan couldn't help but blush – his cheeks tinged with cherry red as he quietly sipped some more wine. Antonio himself meanwhile could see that Quan seemed quite relaxed and content, which was a good thing. However, it seemed the Asian was far from turned on; given his reaction was the same save for when he first came and laid eyes on him. Still, the night was young, and the Spaniard knew that despite his silent appearance, the Viet seemed happy when referred to in a sweet way.

"Why are you wearing such clothing, anyway?"

The Spaniard laughed heartily, "Well, why not?"

"You could catch a cold, you know."

"That's okay! Because I know that mi corazón would look after me well~"

'My heart…' Quan thought to himself as he felt his own thump in his chest a bit while his face grew hotter. 'In this case…my darling or my sweetheart…' the golden-eyed Asian was never good when it came to sentimental words – not that he had a lovely, lilting voice that he could melt anyone with, anyway. There was no longer anymore bún riêu left in the bowl, but Quan didn't mind – he felt immensely satisfied from it; the fact that Antonio cooked it for him, and even fed him with it, seemed to fill him up even more.

Seeing that the Vietnamese man appeared more content and relaxed, Antonio added, "It's from Francis. Do you like it?"

'Francis?' the dark-haired Asian man perked up from the name. 'Why am I not surprised…' hearing that though, Quan's surprised expression pulled down to a dark scowl in only a matter of seconds. His eyebrows knitted together, and his golden gaze grew glassy as he glowered into the red wine. The contents of his stomach churning unpleasantly at the thought of someone else watching the naïve Spaniard change into such an outfit burned brightly in his mind.

'¡Ay! He looks pissed!' Antonio thought to himself, a little frantic. 'I shouldn't have said that! That wasn't supposed to happen!' licking his lips, he quickly plastered a smile on his face as he chirped, "How about we watch a movie, now? I'm sure a movie sounds nice, , ¿mi cielo?"

Quan blinked back to reality when Antonio's warm voice flowed through his ears. He stared at the brunette for a moment before apologizing, "S-sorry…I was just...thinking for a bit." He then arched an eyebrow, "Cielo? What does this nickname mean?"

Antonio couldn't help but giggle at the Viet's pronunciation – it sounded a little sharp on the first syllable, but it was very funny in a good way. He responded pleasantly, "My heaven; but it's like mi corazón in this context~"

Hearing that just made Quan's whole face set alight again; his scowl immediately disappearing. He covered at his burning face as his stomach leapt up again, while his heart continued to pick up speed. He turned his head away – looking at Antonio with the way he smiled so stunningly and how his voice was warm and welcoming - not to mention his clothing choice for tonight – was quite a lot to still take in. "Y-yeah," damn stutter. "A movie sounds nice. You can pick, if you'd like…"

Watching it with a practically almost naked Spaniard was a rather…strange experience for Quan, to say the least. At first, the golden-eyed man sat down and tried to tell Antonio to put on a shirt or a jacket, but much to his horror, his voice grew weak; rendering it useless as it hitched into his throat when he gazed right at him – Antonio's sculpted, sun-kissed body in full view rendering him speechless. Giving up, however he could feel a great amount of warmth lie against him as Antonio pressed himself close – his head resting right on Quan's shoulder as he snuggled close with his arms wrapped around the Viet's torso.

Quan almost spat from the rabbit ears brushing his mouth, though.

"Oh! ¡Lo siento mucho!" exclaimed Antonio as he sat up a bit. 'Maybe this really wasn't such a good idea…' he thought to himself a little disappointed as he pulled off the rabbit ears and placed them on the glass table. Quan reacted, but it was far from what he expected - he seemed so awkward and tense now. It looked like cooking wasn't enough to even make him less nervous.

"I-it's fine!" Quan coughed before adjusting his position on the couch. He placed his arm up; prompting the brunette to snuggle back in his previous position. "Don't worry about it."

While the movie continued to play, Antonio carefully looked up at the golden-eyed Asian, whose honey orbs were focused intently right on the screen. A strong arm wrapped around the Spaniard's waist, he heaved a little sigh as something unpleasantly crawled in his stomach, which he assumed was guilt. 'This really was a bad idea…' he thought to himself. 'I'm being selfish. I want to do it with him but he doesn't want to do it right now. I shouldn't be forcing him. It takes two to tango, after all…'

Noticing the lack of sound coming from his beloved, Quan narrowed his eyes; he could see that Antonio seemed bothered with something, and he didn't like that at all. "Antonio," he murmured. "I don't like that expression on your face. What's wrong?"

"Oh?" the mocha-haired man however quickly covered up his thoughts with a merry laugh. "Nothing! Nothing's wrong, ¡mi hermoso! I'm just tired, is all!" he sighed again as he pressed himself closer to the strong body near him. "I'm just really happy that you came home safe and sound." He truly was happy that Quan had praised his cooking, and wasn't snapping at him for wearing such an attire. Nor was he in the hospital or some freak accident. 'After we watch this movie, I'll go and change,' he decided. 'Then we can watch another movie together. I'm just making him really uncomfortable, and I don't want him that way.'

Quan didn't really buy it, however much like himself, when Antonio didn't want to express himself, it was best not to force him. Unlike the Viet, the Spaniard could easily confess what was bothering him if you gave him some time to collect himself first. 'Much better than what I can do,' the Asian mused to himself.

What Antonio didn't know was that Quan was simply focusing on the movie so that his attention would divert away from the strange feelings and sensations that were now coursing through his entire body.

Sadly, throughout the whole movie, Quan began to feel weirder and weirder. Whenever Antonio shuffled a bit in his spot, the Vietnamese man could feel his fingers brush against the band and almost ghost over the soft and smooth skin of his posterior. The more Antonio moved around and nestled himself closer to his being, the more Quan found himself starting to tense as his stomach churned over again. His heart was picking up, and for every rub between their bodies, a surge of electricity shot through his nerves, and crept down his body until they seized at his vital regions. More heat also spread out on his face and soon reached his ears. Pretty soon, much to his dread, he could feel himself suddenly go harder and harder to the point that it was starting to become a bit painful as some sweat popped out from his forehead. 'This is getting bad…' he thought to himself as his eyes darted downwards. He was horrified to see a slight bulge already form – poking upwards. 'Damn it!'

Feeling his partner's body grow rigid, Antonio sat up again to look at the Vietnamese man. "Quan, are you alright, ¿mi tigre?" he questioned in concern.

Suddenly, Quan's whole body seemed to freeze upon the last two words that tumbled out from Antonio's rosy lips. Blinking furiously, he craned his head before spluttering out, "W-what…what did you just call me?"

"Mi tigre," Antonio repeated clearly, now a little worried as he came closer to press his hand to the Asian's forehead. "My tiger. ¡Ay Dios mio! You're burning up!"

'Tiger…?!'

For some strange reason, being called that…it invoked a powerful reaction that made his body shudder. The other names before were sweet and endearing, however there was something about this one in particular that was just…so different. It really made a pit of fire erupt on Quan's face, while the strange sensation that he felt before roll down on his lower regions. Naturally, this caused him to lean forward, with his arms crossed over himself – his body hunched over so that Antonio wouldn't spot his now obvious erection.

"Quan! Are you alright?" Antonio asked in alarm as he placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned forward, too. "Are you sick?!" with the lack of words, and how the Viet was gritting his teeth harshly, the Spaniard exclaimed, "¡¿Mi tigre, what's wrong?!"

'Don't call me that, stop calling me that; I can't control it any longer if you continue to—'

"Hang on, I'll go and get you some water! Just hang in there, ¡mi tigre!"

'Damn it…!'

However, as Antonio got up to retrieve the glass of water, he felt something hard latch around his wrist, stopping him. Whipping his head around, he was highly astonished to see that Quan had his head lowered down a lot; his golden eyes hidden behind his dark bangs. "Don't…" he rasped out in a slight wheeze. "Don't go anywhere…"

Astonished, the sun-kissed brunette blinked, however he shook his head as he exclaimed, "But you don't look so good! I don't want you to be sick! Just relax, and let me go get you some water, and-" but before he could finish his sentence, he was yanked inward towards the Asian man, and a pair of warm, soft lips smashed against his own.

"M-mmph-?! Mmm…?!" Antonio felt his emerald eyes widen when a strongly muscled arm wrapped around his bare torso and pulled him in closer. The unexpected kiss was admittedly awkward at first – what with their noses bumping, but Quan immediately tilted his head a bit as he pressed his thin lips against the full, rosy ones. Antonio himself felt his mind go on a blank at first, however upon feeling something poke at his bottom lip, the Spaniard softly shut his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the Vietnamese man's neck. He parted his lips; granting entry to the Asian's tongue. He moaned when the tongue roughly licked and felt around the wet walls before requesting his own to join in a dance.

Quan deeply inhaled the Spaniard's rich, earthy scent and it somehow enhanced the sensations that arose from within him. Holding him even closer, their bodies were pressing quite closely together, and soon, the Viet could feel something rub at his now obvious bulge. Feeling it right on him, that one small nudge caused a violent shiver to resonate within his body, to which, he gave a sudden animalistic snarl as his worn hand traveled up to the green-eyed man's chocolate curls. His spindly, spider-like fingers combing through them fondly as his kiss grew even rougher.

Antonio's moan morphed into a needy whine as he submitted himself to the Asian's actions – in truth, he was highly surprised at hearing that growl come from him, but it would be a lie if the Spaniard were to say that that didn't turn him on in the slightest. No; it turned him on a lot. Desperately wanting him, the emerald-eyed brunette ground his body against the Vietnamese man as sparks flew from the fingers that tenderly scoured his hair; prompting him to raise a hand and stroke at the Viet's cheek. The grinding of the Spaniard's body though just caused Quan to growl in an even lower and more dangerous tone as his grip on the mocha-coloured locks suddenly tightened. Antonio gave a gasp as his eyes flew open; glossy viridian meeting blazing gold. However, Quan simply pressed himself closer as his kisses grew rougher and even more aggressive – drinking and tasting the Spaniard greedily while their bodies pressed even harder against one another.

He tasted sweet and spicy.

Quan himself wasn't even registering properly of what was happening; for once his body overrun his mind, and his emotions were a spiraling inferno of desire, love and lust. And it was all for the Spaniard before him. The curiosities that plagued his mind came in full blow as he began to wonder more and more about the idea of making love with him. After all, their feelings for each other were strong and sincere, they've been together for quite a while, and finally – it was plain to see that Antonio wanted to conduct in that more intimate act with him since he was scantily clad, and practically rubbing and grinding his junk against his own.

Still, when he felt a hand suddenly brush at the hem of his cotton shirt, Quan tensed before Antonio's hand slid inside. The Vietnamese man hissed at the cool air that invaded from the larger gap created from his shirt opening, and gave a breathy exhale upon the soft skin sliding up his spine as he shut his eyes. A circle or two was drawn in a soothing press as Antonio's fingers lovingly massaged around the Asian's taut muscles.

That was when the other hand slowly reached down the band of his shorts.

Quan's eyes immediately flew up as he grabbed the Spaniard's wrist in another firm grip, prompting him to freeze in the spot. "Lo siento much, mi amor," the sun-kissed brunette apologized quickly. "I'm really sorry…I know you don't like to, and yet-"

"Not here."

Antonio blinked in surprise, "¿Qué?"

"Not here," Quan repeated, his voice low and firm. He hobbled slightly over to a candle and blew it out – the grey smoke billowing around him made him appear rather mysterious and added a sort of…sensuality to his being. "Upstairs. The bedroom. Now," his voice sounded far more serious than before, however Antonio could clearly see the sparks that were burning wildly in the Vietnamese man's orbs, and they looked gorgeous. Especially in the dark as Quan blew out all the candles and turned off the lamp.

The Spaniard felt his heart soar as he immediately brightened upon the Asian's words, "¡Sí, okay~!" When the Viet stretched out his arm a little with his hand up for offer, Antonio eagerly took it and followed him as he climbed up the stairs and into the bedroom. Despite living here and definitely knowing how everything was placed, everything seemed to melt into some sort of surreal, fairy-tale landscape – what with Quan's golden orbs focused only on him and glowing a little with the minimal lighting. How gently he was leading him along, too. The moon shimmering its radiant light through the window as the wind seemed to billow outside at the white curtains with the ocean soothingly sounding outside. Even the bed had some rose petals scattered all around the edges of it while there appeared to be a bottle on the drawer with a packet that was revealed to be condoms. Quan stared down at everything in question, to which Antonio sheepishly laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Lo siento," he chortled. "But I truly want to do this with you," his voice was low and earnest.

A chuckle rumbled from within Quan's throat, "Now…where were we?"

Antonio's bright smile morphed down to a seductive smirk before his hand disappeared inside Quan's shirt again and traced his finger in a circular motion on his muscular back, "I believe we were here, mi tigre~" the Spaniard now knew what nickname seemed to switch on this aggressive and passionate side to the Vietnamese man, and he was enjoying how Quan bristled and stiffened a bit while the flames danced even more excitedly in his eyes. He was quickly silenced upon Quan grabbing his hair again, and the gasp that tumbled from his lips became quickly stifled from the Asian's pink muscle invading his mouth again. Regardless, Antonio shut his eyes as his hand this time traveled down to the band of Quan's shorts. The more his touches were travelling downward, the hotter the burn Quan felt upon his skin as his cock was now practically screaming to be released.

And sure enough, in one fast and fluid motion, Antonio had yanked down both of Quan's shorts and boxers before dropping them – freeing the long and hardened length. All in the while, having his pink muscle vivaciously morphing dances from a fond and gentle waltz to a more passionate and steamy paso doble with Quan's. His large palms then traveled to the Vietnamese man's shirt before unbuttoning the top part of it, and helping him discard it.

However, when the shirt was peeled off from the dark-haired Asian's body, Quan suddenly grabbed Antonio's shoulders, and literally pounced right on top of him – the both of them crashing onto the bed.

Antonio gave a yelp more from shock than in pain (the bed's sheets were very soft), as they bounced slightly before settling down. He blinked up at the Asian, to which, said Asian gave a quick word of pardon with widened eyes upon realizing how he could've hurt his partner for acting too rashly on impulse. It was like seeing a fully grown tiger morph down to a timid little kitten, but it was most likely because this was going to be their first time. So, the green-eyed brunette couldn't help but giggle at Quan's sheepishness; he truly was so cute. "Oh, don't worry!" he reassured as he gave a laugh. "I'm not hurt, mi hermoso, but you did give me a big scare!" seeing him look so unsure and reluctant now, Antonio tried to think and quickly. Remembering the Vietnamese man's weak spot, he licked his lips impishly before murmuring huskily, "But, well…it seems that el tigre has caught me in his large paws~"

That nickname…Quan's mind instantly buzzed over as his cock grew even harder than before. Still, he was glad that Antonio was alright, and didn't seem to mind what was happening right now. It was then that he realized upon drawing back and looking down at him, that the Spaniard simply looked, for lack of a better word for it, delicious.

He was on his back with his beautifully formed, sun-kissed body slightly stretched outward with one of his arms up a bit; the other a little higher above his head. His long, lean legs were starting to slowly squeeze together as the Asian's golden eyes stopped on a slight bulge much akin to his own that seemed to be trying to poke through the black fabric that covered the Spaniard's lower regions. Antonio's usually cheerful and smiling face was pulled down to a rather mischievous expression as he licked along his bottom lip coquettishly. He slightly raised one shoulder inwardly and made a rather shy yet strangely alluring gesture where his face leaned a little closer to that very shoulder.

It was then that realization hit Quan: he was the one to take control. It was him who was going to take the lead for tonight. The thought was daunting yet exciting – it made him nervous, yet his curiosity peaked even more. This was his first time, and so was Antonio's. 'I'll definitely be careful,' wordlessly, in one sweep, Quan ripped off the black cloth, revealing Antonio to be wearing a very tight and skimpy piece of black undergarment that was just containing his raging length that seemed desperate to be freed.

In truth, Antonio felt a little exposed and vulnerable in his position, however if it weren't his Vietnamese love looming over him, he would've been vexed. Shuffling a little bit in his spot, Antonio's breath caught into his throat as Quan's hand suddenly reached down to the band of what little he wore, and fiddled with it for a bit. However, to the Spaniard's dismay, Quan raised his hand and placed it on his stomach, instead.

Then, he leaned his face close down, "To answer your question, I have my prey cornered – what do you think?"

Antonio couldn't help but inwardly chuckle before he shifted in his position again, his legs rubbing against one another. "I'm still unsure, señor tigre…what are you going to do with me?" he purposely pulled his smirk down to a worried pout.

Quan whispered in response right in the Spaniard's ear, "You're a rabbit, and you've been cornered by a tiger." His voice was very deep and husky, which made Antonio's heart skip a beat as a pleasant shiver ran down his spine. "You do the math."

Before Antonio could answer, Quan suddenly rubbed right on his right nipple; his spindly finger pressing down and rolling around before pinching the nub – seemingly experimenting which degree of touch would be the most effective. The Spaniard gasped from the sudden jolt that then traveled down to his aroused cock, causing him to give another needy whine. However, Quan didn't appear to be far from done with his chest, as he leaned his head close to it, and started planting slow, fervent kisses all over – excited with the feedback he was getting. Antonio squirmed slightly as he gave a groan when Quan's tongue poked out, and flicked around and over his nipples, and before he knew it, Quan's teeth brushed against them, too. Naturally, this caused Antonio to give a loud squeal as he arched his back slightly and placed a hand at the back of Quan's head; his bronze fingers gripping the dark tresses. The Vietnamese man himself raised one hand up to hold the Spaniard's free one, while the other made work pulling and pinching at the green-eyed brunette's nipples in a rapid pace. His kisses then trailed up to Antonio's shoulder, before giving a slight nibble there. Antonio moaned in pleasure as he turned his head to place feverish kisses on Quan's own shoulder.

It seemed a weak spot was located, for when Antonio's lips brushed upon a patch that connected with his shoulder, a tingle purged down to his member again, which caused Quan to suddenly bring his teeth down a bit harder than what he intended. As a result, Antonio gave a yelp. Looking back down, there was an apparent red mark located. However, before he could apologize, Antonio had wrapped his arm around the Asian's neck and yanked him down in order to close the gap between them.

Feeling something warm invade his open mouth, Quan gave a startled grunt before squeezing his eyes shut. Still, when Antonio's muscle began caressing around his wet walls, the Viet simply groaned as he allowed him to do so. All the while, his hand left the Spaniard's now perked up nipples and began rubbing progressively down. Down those hard abdominal muscles, down that flat belly, down…

…until they squeezed slightly at the bulge.

Antonio squeaked; breaking away from the steamy kiss and bucking his hips. With the pressure that applied down to his nether regions, it caused him to moan and whimper even more desperately as he began to tighten his grip on both the sheets, and Quan's own hair. Quan himself gave a gasp as his eyes flew open. Looking down and giving a harder, more teasing squeeze on the Spaniard's contained cock, he started gasping when he could already feel his tip already start to leak with precum. To this, he really didn't know what to say as his mouth began flapping up and down in shock. What could he say? This was the first time this has ever happened to him, and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be spilling first so early. But before he could say anything, Antonio beat him to it.

"Quan..." he breathed huskily as he shuffled underneath the Vietnamese man's great hand. "Quan, mi tigre, por favor…" sweat was already beginning to drip down his matted forehead, and his emerald hues were becoming glazed with a longing look. "Please..."

That imploring tone made Quan narrow his eyes a bit and arch a thin eyebrow. The Asian slowly strutted his spider-like fingers before practically tearing off what little covered the Spaniard, allowing his now swollen cock to bounce free. Much to Quan's own surprise, it was starting to leak clear drops much like himself.

Antonio propped his head up on the pillow before asking in a panting voice at his partner's pause, "What…what's wrong?"

"N-nothing…" responded Quan as he shook his head. "It's just…" he looked away, cheeks flushing. "It's quite big…" he was a bit embarrassed to say it out loud, but hey – it was just him and his partner; there was nothing he should hide, really.

"Oh?" Antonio laughed; there was his shyness again. However, he himself couldn't help but blush a little at his beloved, "You're quite large yourself." Seeing the Viet's member stand up proudly, the Spaniard was suddenly overcome with curiosity. Especially remembering something that Francis had spoken of before while helping him dress up. It was an interesting piece of advice, and Antonio's curiosity began to peak upon recalling it.

"What is it?" questioned Quan when the Spaniard slowly began to sit up from his place – prompting the Asian to back off and give him room. However, when he felt Antonio's hand immediately take hold of his length, the Vietnamese man exclaimed in shock and landed slightly backwards in a sitting position himself – his legs splayed out a bit, "H-hey! What are you doing…?!"

And then, to his astonishment, Antonio propped down on his elbows and knees, and began licking around his arousal. The pink muscle poked out and wavered around before settling upon his slit, causing Quan to jerk up and arch his back while he grit his teeth. Still, it definitely invoked a pleased reaction that his body seemed to approve of, and for that, he simply watched a bit before Antonio suddenly took the length and entered it in his mouth.

"A-ah…!" the Viet gasped as his own honey-gold hues glazed over. "Anto…ngh …"

Antonio simply moaned in response as he bobbed his head up and down; progressively allowing the long length of the Asian deeper inside his mouth until it was all inside. However, he found himself choking slightly upon realizing that maybe he placed Quan's cock in a little too deep. So for that he quickly took it out again with a loud 'pop' that seemed to make the both of them jump. Either way, he gripped tenderly on the aroused member, and swirled his tongue around it. His fingernails sunk into the sheets, Quan started to gasp before it joined with extremely pleased moans and pants. Everything seemed to be still at that moment as he watched the mocha-haired man continue with the highly erotic act. When he left his cock, though, Quan could feel his sudden wave of euphoria fly out the window in millions of gritty pieces before spotting Antonio taking the bottle from the drawer.

Instantly, Quan grabbed the bottle away, unscrewed the cap almost feverishly, but in his excitement, he accidentally spilled most of the contents on his entire hand, and part of his saliva-coated cock, causing him to splutter in shock at the liquid splashing on his skin. Antonio himself clapped a hand to his mouth, giggling. "Well, it's good to have extra then less," he remarked as he suddenly turned around and lay right on his stomach while his hands were wrapping around one of the pillows. "I'm ready when you are, mi tigre~"

Quan snapped out of his thoughts upon being addressed that way again. He cleared his throat before taking a deep breath – almost ironic; their first time, yet he was the one who was far more apprehensive than the one who would be on the receiving end. He wasn't sure if Antonio himself was nervous or just plain excited, but it seemed more likely the latter considering that the Spaniard now lifted his ass up in the air in plain view.

There were many remarks that were placed to Antonio's posterior and how lovely it looked plenty of times before; whether it be on a date or just hanging around close company – especially in tight jeans. However, it was one of the things that made Quan angry about how people were objectifying the sweet Spaniard. For that, he frowned as his shoulders relaxed, 'He's not a piece of meat for display; he's a person with feelings and concerns.' Shuffling slightly closer, he shakily brought one drenched finger up to Antonio's tight and puckered entrance. 'He doesn't mind the attention at first, but then…if it's too much…' he paused as he licked his lips – feeling even more anxious than he ever had before. 'He becomes nervous and uncomfortable. Since they look down there, and not at his face.'

Antonio held his breath a little when he could feel that slight warmth slowly approach his virgin entry, and for that, he tried to tilt his head around to see what Quan was up to, when he suddenly felt a foreign object enter inside of him. Giving a slight wince, however he propped himself up very carefully when he felt the long, thin object inside of him start to explore around. His breathing became haggard as a myriad of moans started to tumble out from his lips again when Quan's finger continued to search inside of him. "Q-Quan…" he groaned as he faintly arched his back a little. "Q-Quan…a-ahhh!" he yelped in pain when he could feel that finger suddenly bump into a spot that caused his knees to buckle and the stimulating sensations to shoot upward. However, with what pain the Spaniard felt, pleasure also came hand-in-hand almost instantaneously.

However, hearing his pained cry, Quan instantly froze, "S-sorry! D-did…did I hurt you?"

Antonio craned his head around as he panted, "It's okay...I'm fine, really! Please...continue."

Quan bit his lip, unconvinced upon seeing what appeared to be drops pricking at the corner of those grass green eyes. So, for that, the Vietnamese man shook his head, keeping the place that had made Antonio buckle in mind, before removing his finger. Antonio mewled before whimpering needily; confused as to why the Asian suddenly exited him, before he could feel strong hands carefully clasp his broadened shoulders. Looking around, his face was met by Quan's lips as they tenderly kissed at the crystal drops that formed at his eyes until they were gone. And slowly, ever so slowly, Antonio found himself being manually turned around in a gentle manner – so now he was on his back and able to face him fully as well as see everything.

Maybe it was because he was lucky to find someone who actually considered how he felt so much, or maybe it was because it was going to be their first time soon, but Antonio couldn't help but feel his heart swell in utmost joy at the Asian's actions, and so a sunny smile formed.

Then, the Viet went back to work.

A little more determined than before, Quan's still slick finger entered inside of him again, but this time, Antonio was much more prepared. He gripped the sheets as his chest heaved up and down before the golden-eyed Asian again found that same spot that caused the Spaniard to enter pure bliss. This time, though Quan seemed to falter a bit, Antonio reassured him that he was doing it well, and it felt good. He was able to smile softly with a hazy gloss that masked over his shining viridian eyes – making them appear like polished jade stones to the Vietnamese man. "Continue..." he whispered in a low, urging tone. "Right there~"

"Here?" questioned Quan as he entered his second finger and instantly hit the spot with it, too.

Antonio squeaked and arched his back before nodding vigorously, "¡S-sí, there! There!"

Giving a nod, and feeling more confident, Quan began to slowly stretch his fingers – scissoring his drenched digits and wiggling them slightly around until the Spaniard's puckered entrance became a bit looser in preparation, while also making sure to hit that sweet, sensitive spot over and over again to please him. Needless to say, Antonio moaned hotly as he bucked against the fingers, feeling the pleasure bubble intensely from within his stomach, and engulf him in a swirl of blazing fire.

Feeling that Antonio was ready for what was to come next, Quan carefully slid his fingers out from inside of the Spaniard, causing the chocolate-haired man to give a whine. However, though feeling the pleasure crumble away the moment the dark-haired Viet's digits left his spot, he knew that what was to come next would be far more, and for that, he couldn't help but feel nervousness wrap together with his excitement.

However, before Quan could tear a condom out from the packet, Antonio spoke up, "Wait."

"What? What is it?"

"I don't want you to use a condom," this time, Antonio lifted his head up a little and beamed warmly. "I want…I want to feel you inside of me. I want you – not some piece of plastic – inside me."

Quan was highly taken aback at those words, however it would be a lie to say that he wasn't slightly touched yet stimulated from it. Giving a small sigh, he nodded, "Very well…" so for that, he gathered the bottle, and this time carefully poured the remains of it onto his still erect and ready cock. Feeling the liquid coolly prickle slightly, he carefully came closer and gripped at Antonio's legs; lifting them up a bit and resting them onto his hips. Cautiously, he came forward, with his tip slowly protruding into the entrance.

Antonio shook his head impatiently, which caused him to suddenly wrap his legs around the Vietnamese man's waist, and pull him inward, causing the Asian's long member to instantly enter and slam right onto that spot. Quan had given a surprised squeak himself before his hands gripped tightly onto Antonio's exquisitely crafted hips. Feeling the Spaniard's walls pulse and convulse around his length was strange at first; Quan had to admit, however at the same time…it was as if he could feel Antonio's pulse resonate in time with his own.

So, for that, Quan decided to try and take the initiative. He gave one thrust as Antonio's strong arms wrapped around his torso, and started clawing at his muscled back. Eagerly, Antonio pushed back encouragingly onto the long, slow and torturous rhythm that the Vietnamese man had started. Oh, how the Spaniard wanted him to go faster – just go that little bit faster and relieve this desire that was building impatiently from within him. Whimpers, moans and flushed whispering streamed relentlessly out from Antonio's panting mouth, tumbling down from his rosy lips as they settled on Quan's ears pleasantly like sensual music.

"Q-Quan, fóllame…"

Quan wasn't sure what the Spaniard was saying this time, however whatever he said, his richly accented and lilting voice drove him on more. Soon, any coherent thoughts or whatever worry and restraint he felt flew out the window and into the night as Quan's grip tightened on the Spaniard's hips – his fingernails digging in a little deeper as he began to pick up speed due to the driving pleasure that seemed to egg him on, as well as the imploring expression on the green-eyed brunette's handsome face.

Every time he called and breathed out his name, Quan simply growled and groaned back as he became more and more determined. "Antonio…" he murmured as his hips rolled inward and skin slapped among skin.

Antonio gasped before more melting moans came out of his luscious lips again, "¡Másmás fuerte, más rápido…! ¡Ay, sí! Quan! ¡Por favor! Please!" tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as his voice grew desperately louder and louder. "¡Fóllame, mi tigre! ¡Fóllame, por favor!"

Again, Quan really wasn't so sure what his Spanish love was yelping at him in such a pleading tone, but regardless, it turned him on farther, and he simply thrust deeper, harder and wilder. Honestly, he was a bit surprised at his own resilience – he had expected to release right there and then, what with himself amid the delectable noises that Antonio was making underneath him.

Holding his Asian partner closer, Antonio mewled as he felt himself draw closer and closer into climax. The crystal tears that gathered at the corners of his emerald eyes spilled out - rolling down his tanned cheeks. He could feel warm lips peck at his temple, and when he leaned back, he leaned upwards when Quan bent his face down; their lips instantly connecting and their tongues engaged in yet another dance, albeit this time a sweeter and slower one.

When they broke off, Quan's thrusts started to become desperate themselves. Antonio ran his fingers through the Viet's raven hair again, causing him to moan. The golden-eyed Asian finally felt himself edge closer and for that, he wildly came in and out to try and relieve not only himself, but also to fulfil Antonio's pleasure as the Spaniard rolled his hips and bucked himself against the Viet's length along the tempestuous tempo. "Q-Quan-!" Antonio cried out; his voice straining and emblazoned with passion. "Quan…a-ah!" his eyes slightly rolled back his head as he gave breathy pants. "Quan! QUAN!"

"Anto…" the Vietnamese man gasped out upon hearing his name shouted in a manner that was dripping with desire. He squeezed his eyes shut as he growled out loud himself, "Antonio-!" The green-eyed brunette moaned at hearing his own name uttered out in such a fraught and throaty tone as his whole body shook violently at the pleasure that now bathed the both of them.

Giving a sharp snarl that morphed to a cry, Quan felt as if the whole world seemed to burst in a blurred and dotted white when he suddenly released his load; slamming right into the Spaniard. Antonio himself gave a delighted squeal that tore at his throat as he simultaneously came – exploding his thick, warm release right between the both of them. Traces of the milky white substance located on his belly, as well as Quan's.

His body heaving up and down and his whole figure dripping with sweat, Quan was already starting to feel the effects of exhaustion due to the great amount of effort during the last couple of wild thrusts. He was very close to collapsing his body. However, before his limbs gave way, he moved slightly to the side and so when he fell down, he landed right beside the panting Spaniard. Both were lying on their backs as the sweat continued to ride down their nude forms. 'This…' Quan blinked back some sweat as he slowly tilted his head to face the green-eyed brunette. Antonio's sun-kissed skin was flushed as rosy as his lips while parts of his chocolate curls matted to his perspiring forehead. His chest heaving up and down as he gasped for air. 'Antonio and I…' coming to his senses upon catching sight of the glazed look in Antonio's jade eyes, the Viet's own golden ones widened. 'We…we actually did it.'

Antonio himself shut his eyes a little bit to regain some of his voice before he craned his head to his right to see that the Asian's eyes were tentatively travelling his face. Giving a slightly hoarse chuckle, Antonio smiled – emerald meeting honey gold. It was there that Quan could see that the Spaniard's eyes were glowing. Glowing with some sort of green flame that contained both fulfillment and raw passion, as well as a compassionate pool with little glimmers of gentleness in between.

With such an endearing look pointed towards him, Quan felt his thin lips spread slowly out into a smile. And for once, much to Antonio's joy, it was an obvious one. Though still shy in tone, it was far from the small ones he was accustomed to, and it seemed to make the Vietnamese man's whole face brighten. He appeared even handsomer to the sun-kissed brunette's eyes.

No more words needed to be spoken anymore. Both men simply came closer, curling up and nestling against one another in the sea of bed sheets, as sleep finally settled onto the both of them, and permitted rest to their exhausted yet deeply satisfied and loving beings.


Antonio stirred a bit before cranking an eye open. Noticing that the spot next to him was cold and bare, he groggily opened his eyes and looked around. Blinking, he stared at the spot, wondering what was missing, when it finally struck him. "Eh…?!" he grunted unceremoniously.

Trying to sit up quickly upon realizing what was missing, he gave a wince upon feeling pain blossom on his posterior. For that, he stopped, eyes stretching open even more. 'So…that wasn't a dream, then?' he thought to himself. 'Were Quan and I really able…to finally do it? Oh, please let it not be a dream!'

"Good morning," a deep voice spoke up pleasantly, albeit a little hoarsely. "Glad you're up. Are you alright?"

Antonio looked up and saw the Vietnamese man fully clothed and entering the room with a tray that had a plate with a roll and some cheese. There was also a cup of thick, rich hot chocolate and what appeared to be churros judging from the thin and long doughy shapes. Immediately, the Spaniard brightened upon the sight of him, "Quan, ¡buenos dias!" he could feel his stomach starting to growl when the rich wisps of a delectable aroma settled into his nostrils. "Ah, that smells really good, mi querido~"

"Good morning to you, too," Quan greeted back as he carefully placed the tray down in front of him. "I thought that you'd be too tired to get out of bed, so I thought I'd make you breakfast. You know…" he scratched his head. "From last night…"

Antonio's eyes widened as he asked, "So we did? We really did do it?"

Quan nodded, though his eyes averted away as he instantly blushed, "Y-yeah…we did after all." He then craned his head; golden eyes flashing with concern, "You're alright, I hope. You weren't hurt last night?"

Antonio shook his head, "No, no. I'm perfectly fine~. In fact," he laughed as he took his cup in both his hands. "I'd…actually like to do it again some time."

"That can be accounted for," Quan responded, feeling a small smile spread on his face yet again. He didn't know why; but ever since he and Antonio had made that one final step further in the relationship, he couldn't help but feel some sort of wave of happiness just wash over him at knowing that he and the Spaniard were bound to each other in some way. "I do not mind doing it again, but certainly not today – you need rest."

"To be honest," Antonio confessed. "I've wanted to do that with you for quite a while. But…you always said no because you said you weren't ready and you didn't want it." Blowing softly on his hot chocolate, he smiled softly, "You really don't know how happy you made me last night, mi amor."

Quan just blinked; now for once, lost for words. Still, seeing his partner look content and sounding completely honest, the Asian simply gave a small snort that sounded more out of amusement rather than in a scoffing tone. Leaning himself over, he wrapped an arm around the Spaniard's shoulders, before taking a churro. Dipping it in the hot chocolate in Antonio's hands, he brought it up close to the green-eyed brunette's face – offering it out.

Giving another laugh, Antonio leaned forward and bit eagerly at the sweet treat as the familiar flavours and sugary and buttery texture tickled his tongue and uplifted his being. The company certainly contributed to him feeling cheery again.

While feeding him, Quan paused when he felt his fingers brush upon what felt to be some slight indent on the Spanish man's skin. Looking over, he felt his face flush upon seeing a reddened imprint of what his teeth had done last night. Noticing that the Viet seemed highly embarrassed, Antonio stretched his neck out slightly before glimpsing down at the mark. "S-sorry about that one," Quan apologized as he rubbed his neck. "That looks like it might take a while to disappear…"

Antonio assured, "There's no need to apologize! Mi tigre was just marking his territory~"

"You…really should be careful with calling me that," Quan murmured as his face caught fire and his heart skipped a beat. Still, he felt himself glow with pride in being addressed in that way. Tigers were after all an animal deeply revered in many parts of the East. "And, Antonio…" he was able to spread a weak smile on his usually cold and serious face. "That's not how a tiger marks its territory."

"It's not?"

"No," he couldn't help but chortle at the confused expression on the chocolate-haired Spaniard's face. "It really isn't."

Seeing him laugh and smile so openly was a change for Antonio, but it was a nice, spectacular change. Though he knew that Quan would most likely morph down to his calm, collected and composed expression when he left and reached work, the sun-kissed brunette felt all the more honoured in being that special person that the Vietnamese man can reveal this warm and happy side to.

So for that, he joined his laughter.


And that fulfills my OTP needs as well as this story. XD my second time writing smut, but the thing was, I wanted to aim for a more tender angle as well as somehow keeping it hot and steamy, but I'm not sure if I succeeded...TT7TT

Anyway, peace out, guys!
- Hebi-Kazechi-10