Again, I own nothing! Also, something I forgot to mention first chapter, please don't kill us for the stuff in a language besides English! We used Google Translate, and I'm sure we all know how reliable that is. XD
Feliciano blinked before wincing in fear at the tough and demanding tone the the blond held. Instinctively raising his arms in front of him in fear he started to babble in another bout of terror... ignoring the fact that that was exactly what the other told him not to do, "Ve! I-I'm sorry, my name is Feliciano Vargas... I-I don't told anything against you or your brother so please don't hurt me!"
The blond boy gulped nervously as he was placed oddly gently on top of the albino's king side bed... which was covered in white and black silk sheets and in the center of the comforter was an embroidered bird. The whole room was... messy, with maps, books, and bottles laying haphazardly, but at the same time the room held a sense of power and superiority to it. When the captain touched the long curl that dangled in his face he was dragged quickly back to his current situation, a nervous blush spreading over his face as he noticed how close he and the pirate were, "Ma-Matthew W-Williams."
Francis ignored the sound coming from the blond, knowing it was a sign that the other was coming around finally. Quickly he finished his work, stitching the small wound together neatly as he tossed the bullet in the waste basket.
Antonio's face brightened at the sight of the Italian, speaking as he easily lifted the boy into his arms, "Ah, there you are!~ So glad to see that you waited for me." The pirate's tone was happy and his green eyes were shinning as it almost seemed like he wanted to believe the other willingly waited for him rather than being forced to with his arms and legs bound.
Ludwig sighs, trying not to be irritated with the Italian. After all, he had just been kidnapped by a couple of pirates. "I already said I wasn't going to hurt you." he says.
Gilbert smiles when he sees Matthew's blush. "Well Mattie, you're now on Old Fritz. I'm Captain Gilbert, and this little guy is Gilbird." he says, indicating to the small yellow bird that had seemingly come out of nowhere.
Arthur had felt the pain increase, and then ease away a bit. Obviously someone had took the bullet out, and he was guessing Alfred had somehow saved them like he so often bragged at doing. Feeling someone near him, he snuggles up into the warmth, falling asleep this time instead of passing out.
"Like hell I did you bastard!" Romano yells irritatedly. "Take these stupid ropes off me already!" he says, his face bright red at the fact he was being carried again like a girl.
The Italian lowered his head as he mumbled out in embarrassment and still having a small tremble of fear going down his spine, "S-Sorry." However his brown eyes lifted in worry as he remembered that his brother was also snatched from the port... but where was he now?
Matthew's blue eyes flickered from the face of the pirate to the yellow fluff ball, finally speaking with a weak nod as his face stayed a rosy pink color, "Umm bo-bonjour." His french roots rearing its head as he always slipped into the language when he was afraid... something that never stopped irritating Arthur.
Francis blinked at the fact that the other had fallen into sleep so easily. Shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, "I suppose the fun can start tomorrow, petite sotte." (little fool) Still he wasn't stupid as he bound together the hands the Britain before settling into sleep. Enjoying the feel of the blond's head on his chest, this was going to be a great time.
Antonio seemed unfazed by the fact that the other was screaming into his ear, quickly moving into his room. "But if I did that you would try to hit or run away from me... And I don't really feel up to a game of hide and seek at the moment, perhaps another time. My little tomato." The nickname seemed to fit the Italian just perfectly as the redness of the others cheeks reminded him of the tasty fruit.
"It's fine. This has been a stressful day, and getting shot didn't help it at all." Ludwig sighs, heading over to his bed. Opening the trunk at the foot, he pulls out a bunch of blankets and pillows. "You can take my bed. I'll make a pallet on the floor." he says gruffly.
Gilbert beams at the french. "One of my friends is from the country of the language you just spoke." he says with a wink. "He's blond like you too, although from what I can tell you two don't have personalities that are alike at all." he smirks.
"I'm not a fucking tomato!" Romano yells, his voice almost a whine as he beats on the pirates back with his tied together hands.
Feliciano looked down at his feet nervously, still he made no move to get on the bed or even protest. Chewing on his bottom lip he looked completely lost on what he should do, "Umm... well." A small blush was starting to spread across his face as he hoped the other would not be angered or mock him.
Matthew blushed more at the little wink and the praise, really he was used to either since he was usually made fun of on Arthur's ship because of his uselessness and the fact that he was so easily forgotten about. Not wanting to see rude he gave the only response he thought was appropriate, "I-I see."
Antonio chuckled softly as he continued towards his quarters, opening up the door of them and locking it behind him as he spoke in a small sing song voice, "Oh really? The redness of your face says other wise." A small smirk spread across the Spanish man's face as he placed him on the bed, "I wonder how far that blush goes!~"
"What?" Ludwig asks, hearing the Italian trying to say something as he lays out the blankets on the floor.
"Although, if you knew German that would be even better." Gilbert laughs.
Romano glares at the pirate as he's set down, and then starts to have a mini spaz attack when he hears what he had said next. "Like hell you bastard!" is all he can think of to hell at him.
"I...I don't like to sleep by myself," the Italian finally blurted out as his face went completely crimson. This wasn't a lie either as ever since they had lost their parents Feliciano had insisted on sharing a bed with his older brother... even when they had separate bedrooms!
Matthew nodded slightly, though in all truth he had the feeling that the other was going to be forcing him into learning as few of those key German phrases, "Désolé." (sorry)
Antonio chuckled softly at this reaction, watching the other continue to wiggle and with on the bed sheets. Finally speaking as he easily pinned the other on his back with a simple hand on his shoulder, "Now now, we don't want you falling off do we?" Seriously, messing with this feisty teenager was too much fun.
Ludwig's face turns even redder than the Italians at that. "Well... Erm..." he tries to say something, but isn't really sure what /to/ say.
"Hey, I can understand a bit, but I haven't let Francis talk me into learning the language yet." Gilbert laughs, smirking.
Romano returns to glaring at the Spaniard.
Feliciano stared at the ground, blushing as he mumbled out, "Ve... I'm sorry." The young baker/cook was feeling an even more like an idiot than usual as he waited for what the other would say.
"I-I see." the other said with a small nod, blue eyes locked into red ones as he asked a question that had been nagging him. "Co-Could you untie me now, ...please?"
Antonio laughed softly as he looked at the fire in the eyes of the Italian, leaning down he pecked him on the cheek as he spoke, "You're anger is too adorable!~"
"Oh, well... um... you don't need to apologize... I guess... i-if it makes you feel better..." Ludwig manages to stammer out, his face as red as his brothers eyes as he nods his consent.
Prussia seems to grow serious at that. Leaning down, he whispers in his ear, "Only if you promise you won't try to escape if I do."
Romano, not having any idea what to do, finally manages to headbutt the pirate again. "Chigigi!"
The Italian's face brightened at this, nodded his head eagerly as he spoke, "Grazie! You are very nice Mr. Ludwig." Paling slightly he scrambled to correct himself, "Th-Though I don't mean to say that pirates are mean or bad! It's just umm... never mind." Feliciano quickly jumped onto the bed, blinking at how comfy and bouncy the mattress was, repressing a giggle he quickly got underneath the covers.
Matthew shuddered hard under the feeling of the others breath falling over his ear, his face being threateningly close to his own. Quickly he nodded his head, after all, where exactly did he have to go on the enemy's ship? "I-I promise."
Antonio yelped as he leaned away from the other, rubbing the now sore spot on his sternum. Growling softly he looked at the Italian, easily flipping him over onto his stomach and forcing his face against the gold and red blankets. "You should really stop doing that."
Blushing, Ludwig nervously gets into the bed beside the Italian, after neatly folding up and replacing the blankets and pillows he had got out that is.
Gilbert nods. "I'm holding you to that." he says as he undoes the knots, "Besides, it's more for your own good than for anyone else's." he adds.
"Like hell I will you pirate bastard!" Romano spits, his face still bright red.
"Buonanotte, Ludwig," Feliciano said with a small smile as he snuggled more into his pillow and spot on the bed, easing into sleep. Surprisingly enough he was actually fell into sleep with relative ease as he had been on many different ships in his life time.
The Canadian only nodded, knowing that there was no real point in trying to argue with the other. However when he felt the blood flow returning to his limbs he couldn't help but let out an audible sigh of relief. Looking up at the captain with nervous blue eyes he questioned, "C-Can I ask what happened to the ship I was on?" Would the other even tell the truth, or would he spin a yarn for him to believe.
Antonio frowned as he pressed the others face into the blankets, gentle as it might be it was still firm enough to give the other trouble breathing and hurt a few features on his face, "What was that? I don't think I heard you."
Ludwig just nods, having no idea what the Italian just said. Laying there, he watches as Feliciano's features relax into sleep. Timidly reaching out a hand, he brushes the long curl out of his face.
"Of course you can ask. What you mean is will I tell you." Gilbert laughs. "I have no clue. I'm guessing your bastard brother went and left you guys here." he says nonchalantly, "Although I'd rather it be sunk and at the bottom of the ocean right now." he adds.
Romano struggles against the hand, trying to pull his face up and out of it. "I said like hell!" he tries to yell, but it comes out muffled by the blankets.
Feliciano shivered instantly under the touch, lips parting just slightly to let out a small breath. A rosy colored spread across the teenager's cheeks as he nuzzled into the hand and hold.
Matthew winced at the cruel comments and while the words he would use himself to describe his brother were not the best... He still felt angered by the comment towards his family, speaking up for the first time, "Alfred is not a bastard, h-he was trying to protect me from being shot by 'your' brother." His blue eyes blinked slowly as a realization hit him... it seemed the pirates had no idea that all three blonds were brothers.
The Spaniard tilted his head as he kept the pressure on the back of the Italian's head, speaking with a slightly mocking tone coming to his carefree one, "Like hell huh? Ah that is right, you Italians are rather religious aren't you? That pope bossing you are all the time, but you have quite the bad mouth for a good little catholic boy."
Ludwig instantly snatches his hand back, not sure what just happened.
Hearing Matthew say that, Gilbert bursts out laughing so hard he ends up on the bed holding his side.
"What the fuck does my country or religion have to do with anything?" Romano tries to demand, his words still coming through muffled.
The Italian whined softly under the loss of contact, but stayed asleep as he snuggled closer into his pillow.
Matthew frowned at the reaction from the albino, just what in the world was so funny that he was having trouble breathing between breathes? Holding back the urge to pout he finally demanded as strongly as he could, "What?"
Antonio chuckled softly as he flipped the back onto his back suddenly, leaning in close to his face as his green eyes sparkled with amusement, "I was just making an observation that you are quite different than other Italians I have met." He was careful to make sure that he was out of range from the others headbutting tenancies. Seeing that red, panting face though he couldn't help but lean in for a kiss to those parted lips. Melding their mouths together perfectly as he easily held the other down with a hand.
As he lays there, Ludwig tries to figure out what had just happened. I looked like a normal hair for the most part, but... he can feel his face turn red as he thinks about the small Italian's reaction.
Gasping for breath, Gilbert attempts to answer. "Lu-Ludwig shoot you?" he laughs, "I don't think he's even shot a practice dummy! No, Ludwig could never shoot anyone."
Romano lets out a surprised squeak at the kiss, his mind blanking out and his face turning the reddest it's even been as he doesn't know how to react.
The Italian shivered softly as he was used to the body heat of his brother to keep him warm during the night. These thick blankets were nice, but just weren't doing the job for Feliciano. Completely asleep he scooted closer to the German, unaware of the trouble he was causing for the other.
Matthew frowned as he crossed his arms over his chest while looking away, "He seemed rather serious at the time with that pistol in my face... And how was my brother supposed to know that?" The soft spoken boy was feeling rather annoyed, after all, what would the other had done if he saw a gun pointed at his bound sibling?
Antonio smirked softly at the lack of violent rejection, slowly slipping his tongue past the lips of the Italian he tasted every inch of the small cavern with relish.
The blond's face turned even redder as Feliciano scoots closer. Not sure at all how to react, he turns his head away from the small figure and tries unsuccessfully to go to sleep.
Gilbert laughs again. "No worries, Ludwig always looks serious. I swear he thinks it's his job or something!"
Romano quietly gasps at the intrusion into his mouth, his brain struggling to figure out just what was going on.
Feliciano smiled softly in his sleep as he cuddled next to the other, not wrapping his arms around him thankfully as Romano had broken him of that habit long ago with him constantly kicking the other off the bed.
Matthew sighed softly as he decided not to protest anymore on the subject, instead asking, "Did any of the crew get killed or hurt?" He knew the other probably wouldn't be happy about him asking about his old 'home', but he was worried about his friends and brothers.
Antonio chuckled softly at the sound escaping the others lips, pressing their lips together a little more firmly before leaning back as he knew they would both be needing air. Keeping his cheery smile he asked while cupping the others face gently with a hand, "I never got your name by the way, nino."
Ludwig tenses up before sighing. It was going to be a long night.
"Oh, yeah. Francis shot this English guy who sunk one of Antonio's ships for him when he tried to escape. I think he might have been your captain?" Gilbert says, forming the last part as a question since he didn't know for sure.
Romano's face redder than one of his much loved tomatoes, he mumbles, "Romano."
Matthew grew pale as horror was most likely across his face as he asked, voice shaking, "Sho-Short blond hair, gr-green eyes... thick eyebrows?" The Canadian was sure that his heart was beating a thousand times per second as one word rang through his mind, 'Shot'!
The pirate nodded happily at the answer, speaking as he gave another small peck to the others flushed face, "Antonio Fernadez Carriedo is my name." A small smirk spreading across his face as he gently trailed his hand through the brownish locks of the Italian, "And I, my little tomato, am your new master, si?"
Gilbert nods. "Exactly like that!" he crows. Seeing the fear plastered on the small blondes face, he decides to add, "But don't worry. Antonio wanted to let him bleed to death, but Francis decided to keep him. Who knows what they're up to now?" he laughs.
Turning his head to the side and not looking at Antonio, Romano mutters "S-si..." ever so softly.
Again the other looked horrified, so Arthur was captured... but at least he was alive, for now. Gulping softly he tried to keep his mind clean, asking even if he was destroying that very attempt, "Wh-What is he going to do with him?" What exactly was going to happen to him as well? Just why did the other decide to take him to his room instead of killing him or throwing him in the brig?
Antonio blinked softly at the lack of protest from the other, for the moment though he was not going to complain as he leaned down to gently nip at the others neck. Which had been exposed to him by the turning of the Italian away from him, "My you are quiet agreeable at the moment... Perhaps you like to be dominated, my poco(little) Romano?"
"Well... you know." Gilbert says, putting emphasis on all the words. "Francis is my friend, but he is a pervert." he intones with a wink.
"L-like hell I do!" Romano manages to stutter out, completely overwhelmed by everything that was happening to him.
The blond shuddered hard as he looked away from the other, his brother. He was stuck with a pervert! Just what in the world was he supposed to in this situation... The other was probably reading him like an open book, he was never good at hiding his emotions.
Antonio chuckled softly at this reaction, now this was certainly something he could enjoy doing. Making the boy fight and then breaking him down again. Grinning softly he forced the other to look towards him, kissing his lips gently as he asked, "Didn't you just agree that I was your master?"
Gilbert tentatively reaches out and brushes some hair out of Matthew's face. "Hey, don't worry about him. I mean, yes Francis is a pervert, but I doubt he'd do anything to someone who wasn't willing. Knowing him he'll find a way to make him willing, but he won't force him."
Romano shakes his head quickly in response, knowing that his slip up might have cost him big time.
Matthew blushed hard under the action, leaning away slightly from the touch as he mumbled out, "Arthur would never agree to anything like that."
The pirate chuckled softly as he spoke while nuzzling into the others neck as he said softly, "You're a little lier, my tomato." His teeth grazed the spot where the boy's shoulder met his neck, speaking lowly, "You know I kind of would like for you to call me captain or master Antonio." The odd thing about the Spanish man was the fact that he could say something so affecting or dominating, but still have a smile on his face or cheery tone.
Gilbert, unconsciously looking a bit hurt, pulls his hand back and nods halfheartedly after sneezing.
A shudder runs through the small Italian as Antonio's teeth graze his neck. Refusing to reply, Romano just lays there stubbornly.
Matthew looked up at the albino in confusion as he saw him lean back. Sighing softly he asked with a slightly nervous tone, "Umm Captain Gi-Gilbert, could I ask you another question?"
Antonio smiled as he blew into the others ear gently as ran his hand through Romano's hair, "You know I could just force reactions from you." Gently he kissed and nipped at the others neck, unaware that the fact the his fingers had just caressed the others odd curl.
"hm? Sure! Go ahead!" Gilbert says, wondering if he should go get some beer to drink.
Romano instantly stutteringly tries to yell "J-just where do you think your touching?"
Matthew shifted nervously on his position on the bed, "What... are you going to do with me?" The question that had been nagging on his nerves was finally out and he was REALLY hoping that he would get an answer that wouldn't make him want to throw himself to the sharks.
The pirate blinked at this unexpected reaction. Slowly he sat up, green eyes filled with curiosity as he looked from the face of the Italian to the curl between his fingers. Experimentally he rolled the strands of haired and gave a small tug, what was going on?
Gilbert blinks at the question, then takes a few seconds to answer. "I'm not really sure yet. I mean, I could do like Antonio and Francis, but I don't want to hurt you..." he mumbles, his face showing a faint hint of red. "For now, I'm going to treat you to some beer!" he decides, back to his usual obnoxious self.
As the hair is pulled, Romano lets out a low moan.
"Ehh?" Was the only thing the other could say as confusion was obviously plastered across his face. Though he supposed that the albino wasn't paying any more attention to him as beer was on his mind.
Antonio tilted his head softly as he continued to play with the odd curl. Hearing the sound escaping Romano's lips and seeing the redness of his face he held back the urge to ravish him again as he asked, "What's with this curl, nino?"
"You wait here. I'll grab the beer." Gilbert orders the small blond.
Romano shrugs, breathing heavily. "I-I don't know..." he mumbles.
The glasses wearing blond nodded slightly, when the other disappeared he leaned back against the headboard of the bed with a small frown. Seriously he didn't know what he should say or do, all alone in the captain's quarters. Sitting alone for three minutes he felt like he was going to go insane, getting up he started to pick up some of the maps laying on the floor and setting them neatly on the large desk on one end of the room.
Antonio chuckled chuckled happily to himself as he continued to play with the curl, leaning forward to gently kiss the other, "Well I like it."
Hurrying out of the room, Gilbert stops right outside the door. Checking to make sure no one was going to see him, he crouches to the floor and puts his head on his knees. What was he doing? He'd done stuff to captives before, but somehow Matthew was different. Standing up, he quickly turns the appropriate direction and walks off to find the beer.
Romano just shivers as a reply.
The Canadian sighed softly as he silently cursed the way that the pirate captain lived. How could anyone, well besides Alfred, live in such a huge mess? Shaking his head he tossed all of the clothes into one corner and throwing the bottles into trash. There still seemed to be a lot of work to do though as he looked around the room with a sigh.
Antonio smiled softly as he gently continued to play with the curl, slowly leaning forward to kiss the other again as he wondered how far he would be able to push the Italian.
Finding a couple of bottles of beer, Gilbert grabs them and hurries back to the room. Opening the door, he's shocked to see that his room had been organized.
This time, Romano kisses back, almost desperately.
Matthew blinked at the sound of the door, looking towards the albino he tilted his head in confusion... Didn't the other know that having his mouth open could attract unwanted insect visitors. "O-Oui?" (yes?)
Antonio was a little shocked at the eagerness of the other, but didn't let this change in attitude go to waste as he fought for dominance in the kiss. One hand slowly slipping underneath the Italian's shirt and trailing his fingers over his stomach and then up to his chest slowly.
Blinking in surprise, Gilbert says "It's clean!"
Romano moans, wanting to wrap his arms around the other but being unable to since he was tied up, but also being unwilling to break the kiss to ask for him to untie him.
Matthew blushed softly as he spoke sheepishly, "W-Well you were taking a long time and... and I was rather bored and I thought it could need it." The blond readjusted his glasses as he added quickly, "Sorry if I wasn't supposed to touch anything."
The pirate moaned softly into the kiss as his fingers finally sound one of the nubs on the others chest, tweaking and pinching it gently as he judged the others reactions. Wanting to see if he could really trust him enough to take off the binds, his other hand though continued to stroke at the curl.
"No, it's fine." Gilbert says, and then stops suddenly. One time Ludwig had tried the exact same thing, and he had wanted to tear him to pieces for it.
Arching his back into the hand, Romano groans at the sensation.
Matthew tilted his head softly as he watched the other. Did the other have a speech impediment or perhaps something wrong with his mind? After all, the other seemed to be talking fine one second and then suddenly stopping with a confused or horrified expression... This seemed to be the third or fourth time he had done this since he had met him... It was a little strange to say the least.
Antonio finally broke the kiss, panting softly he finally released the curl to reach into his back pocket. Pulling out a small knife he quickly cut through the bindings on the Italian's legs and wrists, then started to cut through the others shirt as he spoke, "We won't be needing your fancy clothes on this ship si?" He felt confident about releasing the other now that he was responding with his whole body to his touches.
"Anyways! I got the beer!" Gilbert grins, deciding to ignore his previous thought.
"Mmm." is all Romano replies, wrapping his arms around the pirates neck and pulling him into a kiss again.
Matthew blinked before nodding slightly as he looked at the bottles in the others hand... In truth, he wasn't much of a drinker and hoped that he could get away with just pretending that he was drinking the strong liquor.
The pirate chuckled softly at this response, kissing the other once again before leaning down to Romano's chest. One hand playing with one of the others nipples while busying his mouth with the other.
Handing one to the Canadian, Gilbert opens the other. Chugging the first half, he then stops to watch the blond.
Arching his back against the Spaniard, Romano realizes that all the pirates clothes were on still, and attempts to get his shirt off.
Matthew sighed softly as he opened the bottle, only drinking when he noticed that Gilbert's eyes were on him... And even then they were small sips.
Antonio smiled at the feel of the tugs on his clothes, sitting back up he slowly slipped out of his long scarlet colored jacket, placing his large hat on the nightstand, and teasingly taking his time when removing his undershirts.
"So tell me, how did you end up on that pirate ship raiding ours?" Gilberts asks after drinking some more.
Romano whines at the slowness, crossing his arms and trying, unsuccessfully, to glare at the pirate again.
Matthew looked down sheepishly as he explained, "Well... My brother, Alfred, is all the family I have and he went along the life of the pirate. So I followed him, I wanted to look after him, but it seems I just cause more trouble than anything." A low sigh escaped his lips as he looked down at the ground, suddenly taking a deep drink from the bottle as he wanted to wash down that feeling of shame and guilt, if he hadn't been captured then Arthur could have gotten away...
Antonio chuckled softly at this, trailing his fingers down the others face as he spoke softly, "You're so cute Romano." Now his shirts were completely off, now revealing his tanned and scarred toned chest.
Gilbert nods sympathetically. Walking closer to Matthew, he leans in and breathes, "I don't think you're trouble."
Romano blushes again, back to not knowing how to react.
The blond blushed softly as he felt the warm breath of the other on his ear and could smell the alcohol on the breath of the pirate. "Tha-thanks."
Antonio smirked softly as he leaned down to kiss the others lips once again as he slid one of his knees between the legs of the Italian.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Gilbert leans forward and gently presses his lips against the blondes.
Romano eagerly returns the kiss, completely forgetting that this was a pirate and that he had kidnapped him.
Matthew had noticed the other coming closer, ever so closer... And knew what was coming, but it was still a shock. A small gasp escaped his parted lips as his mind swam with what he should try to do. Being backed against the large desk of the pirate didn't give him many options.
Antonio kissed back with as much passion as the other, slowly hooking his fingers into the waistband of the others pants and slowly dragging them down.
Instead of just intruding in the others mouth like he would usually do, Gilbert runs his tongue along the blondes bottom lip, asking instead of just demanding.
Romano decides to ignore it, running his hands across the pirates chest and feeling the work hardened and shapely muscles.
The smaller boy let out a small gasp as he the others tongue, body shuddering hard as he felt his knees growing slightly weak, forcing him to hold onto the albino's shoulders. Inwardly praying that it was only the liquor making him react so.
Antonio shivered softly under the touches from the other, smiling a he broke the kiss to take off the Italian's shoes so he could force the pants off of his legs. Tossing them to the other side of the room with little care.
Feeling the blond holding his shoulders, Gilbert takes it as a good sign and slips his tongue into the others mouth, exploring the hot wet cavern.
Blushing, Romano decides the pirate had better take off his too. Slowly he runs his hands down to his waistband and pulling them down.
Matthew let out a muffled gasp at the feeling of the others tongue invading his mouth. Stiffening as he didn't know what to do as the pirate claimed his mouth, mapping out every inch of it as he shuddered hard at the feeling.
Antonio blinked at the boldness of the other, chuckling in amusement he pulled off his boots and pants completely. Moving back to his position between Romano's legs as he asked teasingly, "Eager are we? My little tomato?"
Gilbert lets out a low moan as he feels the other shudder, and runs one hand up to caress the back of Matthew's head while the other explored his body.
Romano blushes harder, and wants to look away and pout again, but finds himself unable to do so, or to find his voice.
The Canadian let out a small squeak into the kiss as he felt the others hold hand slid up underneath his shirt. But unable to pull away as he felt the grip on the back of his skull keeping him in place as Gilbert continued to ravish his mouth.
The pirate gave the annoyed boy his usual happy smile as he leaned down to lock their lips once again, hand reaching into a drawer of the nightstand next to them. Nipping playfully at the others bottom lip as he wanted to keep him distracted as long as possible.
Finally Gilbert pulls back out of necessity for air.
Another shudder runs through the Italian as he wraps his arms around the pirate once again.
The blond's brain felt like mush as he gulped down mouthfuls of air eagerly. Blue eyes trying to focus past his glasses towards the Prussian pirate.
Antonio nodded into the kiss as he felt the others arms wrapping around his shoulders. One hand reaching up to play with that odd curl again as the other fumbled with the small jar he had taken from the jar. Knees gently pushing Romona's legs apart.
"Was... that ok?" Gilbert finally asks, just wanting to be sure.
Letting out a moan as the Spaniard touches the curl, Romano makes no resistance to the pressure on his legs and spreads them easily before trying to wrap them around the pirate.
Matthew continued to pant softly as he felt his cheeks heat up to the point of burning, "I... Umm... well." The boy seemed at a loss of words as he kept his hold on the others shoulders, looking away with embarrassment as he realized that he didn't even know what he should be thinking or feeling at the moment.
The pirate smiled as softly at the feel of the others legs around his waist, breaking the kiss gently as he moved his attention to the others neck, whispering softly, "Be patient, I don't want to hurt you after all." Gently he pressed the first of his slick fingers into the Italian as he continued to play with the curl.
Suddenly Gilbert's worried that he had misread the blond. "Was it not?" he asks, starting to step back.
Romano winces in pain, digging his fingers into the others back.
Matthew blushed as he answer truthfully, stuttering in embarrassment, "I-It was ni-nice, but I-I don't kn-know if I-I'm ready." In truth the Canadian was confused about whether or not he actually wanted it too! ...Oh Alfred would be laughing his ass off if he saw him right now, either that or he would be trying to kill the albino.
The other shuddered softly as he felt the others muscles clenching around his finger, gently forcing in two more as he kissed the others neck. Speaking softly, "Shh... It'll feel better soon, I promise mi amor." Ignoring the nails in his back he slowly started to thrust his fingers inside the boy, stretching and trying to go deeper.
Gilbert nods. "But it was ok?" he insists.
Tears forming in his eyes, Romano digs his nails even deeper into the others back.
Matthew tilted his head softly at the question, frowning softly in confusion as he wondered if the other was worried about his kissing and seducing skills or something... Finally though he nodded as he felt his mind clearing up.
Antonio winced at the feel of the others nails finally breaking skin, but he didn't let it deter him as he continued to thrust his fingers into the smaller male. Smiling when he felt and heard the other suddenly let out a small gasp and jerk.
Gilbert beams at Matthew at that. "So we can try again sometime?" he asks, giving the small blond a wink.
Romano gasps, not sure what just happened. All of a sudden his pain had been obliviated by pleasure. Wiggling, he tries to get the pirate to hit that spot again.
"Eh? ...We-well I guess," the other said softly as he felt his face growing red once again, looking down at his feet.
Antonio chuckled softly as he pressed on that spot once again, enjoying the sight of the Italian trying to pressed down further on his fingers. However, the pirate didn't know how much more he could personally take as he felt the tightness of the other and the sounds that pouty, parted mouth was making. Moaning softly in anticipation he drew his fingers out quickly.
Grinning happily, Gilbert picks his beer back up and drinks the rest of it before plopping down on his bed.
Whining at the loss, Romano tries and fails once again to glare at the Spaniard.
The blond felt the blush remaining stubbornly on his face, asking nervously as he already suspected what the answer was, "Umm where am I supposed to sleep?"
Antonio smiled at this reaction, preparing himself quickly before positioning himself at the others entrance. "This will hurt a bit," with that last warning he sealed his lips onto Romano's as he slowly forced himself inside the welcoming, tight heat of the Italian. Moving in inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside with a loud moan.
Gilbert just lifts his arm and lets it fall onto the bed beside him a couple of times as answer.
Romano clenches and relaxes multiple times as he tries to adjust to the pirates size.
Matthew blushed but slowly moved over to the bed and laid down on the edge, as far from the other as possible as his face remained scarlet. He was sleeping in the same bed as the man that had captured and kissed him.
Antonio moaned loudly at the feel of the other around him, but staying still as he waited for a signal from the other to move in that wonderful heat. Leaning down he placed a small kiss on the others forehead, inwardly surprised by the toughness the other was showing at being penetrated.
Gilbert grins at the ceiling before wondering why exactly he was so happy about this.
After a few minuets, Romano tilts his face up and presses his lips against Antonio's, giving him permission to move.
Matthew sighed softly to himself as he curled under the blankets, trying to forget how awkward he was feeling. Bidding the other good night as he set his glasses on the night stand and closed his eyes, "Bonsoir."
The pirate's immediately kissed back eagerly as he slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in a moment later. Setting a steady, but quick pace as he searched for the place that drove his little Italian mad.
Gilbert crawls under the blankets a few minuets later. Quickly falling asleep, he somehow winds up with one arm flung over the blond.
Romano lets out a long moan all of a sudden as Antonio hits that certain place in him.
Matthew felt an eye twitch at the feeling of the others arm resting over him, but he made no attempt to push him off. Deciding it was not worth the effort as he forced himself to sleep.
Antonio smiled at the sound that escaped the others lips, starting to aim for that spot each time as one of his hands moved down to trail over Romano's member. Moaning softly as he placed small kisses and nips to the right side of the others neck.
Romano gasps, his senses being overloaded by pleasure as he runs his hands over the pirate.
Antonio moaned softly as he felt the others hands trail along his body before settling back around his shoulder as he continued to thrust quickly into the Italian. Now starting to pump Romano in time with his thrust, shuddered as he felt his release close.
Finally, Romano can't hold out anymore between the combination of that spot getting hit and his member being pumped as he reaches his release, the milky liquid hitting both their stomachs, and his muscles clenching. "Antonio~" he moans, muffling his cry in the pirates shoulder.
The Spaniard came with a loud moan as he felt the other clenching around him and the sound of Romano calling his name. Panting hard he slowly pushed the other away from his shoulder so they could lock lips once again as he slowly pulled out.
Romano crushes his lips against the others, not sure what else to do.
Antonio smiled into the kiss, starting to battle the other for dominance that he knew he would win. Reaching down with one hand for a shred of the others discarded shirt. Slowly wiping them off as he slowly laid on his side next to Romano.
Sighing contentedly, Romano curls up into the taller man.
"Buenas noches, Romano," Antonio whispered as he wrapped his arms easily around the small boy, slowly falling into sleep as he knew one thing... The Italian was going to be sore in the morning.
The Italian was almost asleep already as he heard Antonio wish him good night, and smiles happily as he drifts off.