The techno music mixed with scream-O was an odd combination but not completely deafening, it was mixed well and didn't grate on your ear drums like poorly done rap had a tendency to do. Antonio sipped at his beer and marveled at the feeling of the heavy base vibrating up his ribs and into his chest. Francis and Arthur, who for once wasn't acting like a stick in the mud, had gotten out of the Car-of-Parenting and were interacting with Alfred and Kiku as if they themselves were teenagers again. Antonio had to admire them for it.
That's were his attention to them ended, the rest of it was on the dance floor, skimming the crowd for dark brown hair with that cute curl on the side...
Excuse me, barmaid, I would like a small feisty Italian with dark brown hair with a curl on the side, hazel eyes and a foul mouth. No dressing, thanks. Antonio chuckled at his own thoughts of 'ordering' Lovino as a food dish.
"What's so funny, Toni?" Francis asked his arm wrapped around Arthur's shoulders.
"Nada," Antonio smiled mischievously. Suddenly the lights went out only to be replaced by black lights. Some people wore lights colors, the black lights made them stand out as if they were wearing neon in a sea of black.
"Black out!" Someone, most likely the person who switched the lights, shouted. The crowd roared the phrase back as one, even Alfred. The blonde dove for his beer and covered it with his hands, Antonio didn't have time to form a question before something wet and cold sprayed him in the face.
"Bloody hell!?"
"C'est quoi ce bordel?"
"Lo que el…?"
"Mmn!"
"Ahahahaha! I fricken love this place!"
Even from here, Antonio could hear Gilbert cackling as he looked down at himself. Something at the edge of the table caught his eye. It looked like the end of a hose with a grill over it but before he could examine it further, a cover closed over it. Antonio was covered in paint but it glowed irritatingly bright. They had all gotten splattered with pink, blue, red, orange and green. The angel looked out over the crowded dance floor but they had gotten sprayed not only from above but from below as well.
Gilbert's hair was now even more distinctive with it dripping a neon rainbow. The crowd on the dance floor started jumping and flipping their hair to spread the paint around as much as possible. It slowly clinked that the ordinary bar had just turned into a dumb downed version of a rave. No wonder Alfred had gotten so drunk he couldn't remember how many times he'd been here.
Antonio picked up his beer as the conversation at the table picked up again but some of the paint had gotten in it, he set it back down and resumed his scanning for Lovino. He found him on the outskirts of the crowd, three bodies in actually, but he was not alone. Lovino had been gone long enough for Antonio to nurse down three beers and he was already wrapped around another man.
His fingers were curled into his hair and their lips were locked.
The stranger had one hand up Lovino's shirt and the other was firming grasping his ass. Antonio glared and had to bite back a very animalist growl. Whether he knew it or not, Lovino Romano Vargas was his and the angel Antonio Fernandez Carriedo didn't share.
Period!
The end!
Thanks for playing.
Francis was right, this had to stop. Antonio catapulted himself out of his chair, he didn't bother to turn around when he heard it hit the ground.
"Toni!?" Francis called. He could feel his and the humans' eyes on him but he ignored it and with quick, long and sure strides he stormed over to Lovino and the stranger. The Spaniard was pushed and shoved as he shouldered his way through the crowd but he didn't slow and the couples he collided with didn't even turn in his direction. His hand shot out and grabbed Lovino's upper arm, without stopping to properly tell the guy off, Antonio dragged his Italian toward a shadowed corner away from the repulsive hands of the stranger.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doi-chigi!" Antonio slammed Lovino into the wall, cutting off his protest. It didn't surprise the angel that the stranger wasn't coming after them, he was probably already looking for someone else to bring home, that's just how humans worked. It had always disgusted Antonio but it was one of those things that would never change; even if he asked Arthur to use his magic to do so.
"Going after some spineless tart and then letting yourself be seduced like that by another so shamelessly...You obviously need to be taught a lesson," Antonio smiled dangerously down at Lovino, shifting his hold on his arm to pin his wrist to the wall instead. For perhaps the first time that Antonio had ever seen, Lovino looked uncertain and a little bit afraid.
The paint splattered on his face, hair and clothes, somehow, highlighted his deer-in-the-headlights look. The lights cast shadows over Antonio's face and the air around him seemed colder, it was like he suddenly jumped to the other side of the spectrum, having the, usually happy, carefree and sparkling eyes of the Spaniard, now hard, unforgiving and acidic green trained on him was enough to make Lovino freeze.
Where did the angel go and who the hell was this?
"A-Antonio?" Lovino cursed the stutter but there was nothing for it now. As suddenly as he was grabbed before, Antonio hauled him away through a set of swinging doors a few feet away that had 'Staff Only' stenciled on them. They led into a poorly lit room but Lovino didn't have enough time to look around before Antonio dragged him into a back room and pushed him against another wall, his hands on either side of Lovino's waist, pinning the Italian within a cage of his body.
It was downright arousing and Lovino found that, as long as it was him, he didn't mind being man handled. Now if only Antonio didn't look so scary. The Spaniard leaned down until his lips brushed against the shell of Lovino's ear.
"If you ever let someone touch you like that again, I won't hold back," Antonio growled. Lovino shivered as Antonio's breath caressed his ear and brushed down his neck. A light bulb went off in Lovino's head and he couldn't stop himself from laughing as a giant weight was lifted. He hadn't admitted it to anyone, not even himself, but he had been afraid. Afraid that Antonio would leave once he got sick of his foul mouth and bad attitude so he had distanced himself from the Spaniard. Sure that he would be nothing to him and that Antonio's nice and caring nature was the only thing keeping him from flying away on the next breeze.
Lovino stopped laughing. "'Teach you a lesson' my ass. You're just jealous," he said and grabbed Antonio's shirt collar.
"Is there something wrong with that?" Antonio asked and nipped Lovino's ear making him groan and push up against the Spaniard. He let out a sigh, akin to when he would fog up a cold window, onto Antonio's ear and grinned when his breath hitched.
"Two can play that game, bitch." Lovino whispered into his ear. A violent shiver of pure unadulterated pleasure shot down Lovino's spine when Antonio chuckled darkly; his voice had dropped a few octaves and had become husky.
Antonio grabbed the side of Lovino's neck and, using his thumb he lifted his head up and exposed his neck. He leaned down and nipped at the soft skin, ignoring the pain and reveling in the sharp gasp. His other hand slithered up Lovino's shirt to trace his ribcage. Antonio took a step forward to press their bodies together.
He pressed his leg between Lovino's and rubbed back and forth with enough pressure to almost hurt but slow enough to make it torturous. Lovino groaned and latched onto Antonio's shoulders and ground back into his thigh. The friction was amazing and Lovino couldn't help himself as he pushed back even harder and with more urgency. The soft nips turned into harder, rougher, bites and sucks that were placed up and down his neck.
Lovino let his head fall back into the wall as he panted and mewled.
"A-Antonio," Lovino moaned. Antonio 'hmmed', his hand trailed up the lithe body in front of him and traced his thumb around Lovino's nipple before tweaking it causing him to gasp softly. Antonio grinned and shifted his hips to press his erection against Lovino's. Both of them groaned loudly from the delicious friction.
Suddenly Antonio spun the smaller man around and worked on undoing his pants from behind. Lovino let his hands fall to help but strong tan hands gripped his wrists and pinned them above his head.
"Don't move them." Antonio ordered. He was still pissed off and he was going to let him know one way or another. The Italian nodded and let out a shaky breath as the Spaniard finished undoing his pants. They pooled around his ankles and his boxers were soon to follow. Antonio stepped back to undo his own pants but only enough to release his aching member.
It was a shame that he wouldn't be able to see Lovino's face as he entered him in this position but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't extremely arousing to see that round and perfect little ass just waiting for him. There was always a next time anyway. Bringing two fingers to his mouth, Antonio licked them until they were wet but not dripping with his saliva. He leaned forward and nuzzled the nape of Lovino's neck, he snaked one hand up his shirt and placed it on the center of his chest while his other trailed down to his entrance.
"Relax, otherwise, this is going to hurt," Antonio warned before pressing the first finger in, Lovino automatically tensed but he didn't give him time to force himself to relax as he continued to push his finger in until it was situated all the way to the last knuckle.
"M-motherfucker," Lovino hissed. Antonio stroked his chest in soothing circles and kissed his neck. That was all the time Antonio gave him to rest before he slowly pushed in the second finger. "Ow! Don't force it! Nnnng-" Antonio slapped the hand previously on Lovino's chest over his mouth and brought his lips to his ear.
"Do you want someone to come in and find us?" A bead of sweat rolled down Lovino's neck and Antonio licked it away. "But if that's your sort of kink, Lovi, I'll play along…" Antonio started scissoring his fingers and curling them every now and then. Lovino pushed back into them and moaned around the hand on his mouth. "…If not, then be a good boy."
He grabbed his chin to gently turn his head and finally kissed him. It was gentle and slow, completely at odds with how rough he was being. Lovino's eyes fluttered closed as he kissed back. The Spaniard swallowed his low moans. He withdrew his fingers and gripped Lovino's slim hip.
Slowly, Antonio rocked forward and eased the head in. Lovino tried to pull back from the kiss as his panting grew in intensity but Antonio held him still and forced his tongue into his mouth. He flicked, stroked and curled it, experimenting and adjusting to Lovino's reactions. It distracted him enough that Antonio was able to sheath himself all the way to the hilt without Lovino whimpering in pain.
It felt amazing to be surrounded by such intense heat that Antonio had to pull away from the kiss and grit his teeth to stop himself from pounding into Lovino's smaller body. Again, he didn't let him rest for long before he carefully drew back then pushed back in. Antonio made sure to go as slow as he was able to in order to allow Lovino to get over the initial pain and it wasn't long before he was pushing back against the Spaniard's body.
"You c-can go fa-ah!-ster," Lovino moaned. Antonio groaned into his hair and thrust faster, harder, deeper. He let go of Lovino's chin and wrapped his hand over one of the Italian's smaller hands pressed up against the wall.
Antonio moved around and thrust in at different angles as he searched for that one glorious bundle of nerves and when Lovino suddenly arched dramatically and he nearly screamed, he knew that he had found it. From then on, the Spaniard tried his hardest to hit that spot deep inside his Italian. The sound of heavy panting, groaning and skin slapping against each other were the only sounds in the poorly lit back room as Antonio walked Lovino to the edge of an orgasm and pushed.
Lovino threw his head back into Antonio's shoulder and shouted his name at the ceiling as he came. Antonio grunted as the muscles surrounding him suddenly tightened, he thrust into Lovino a few more times before he reached his own release and had to bite into the pale shoulder in front of him to keep from screaming so loudly that everyone in the bar turned rave party heard them.
Carefully, Antonio pulled out and held the slumped form of Lovino tightly against his chest. The smaller man's arms flopped to his sides and his knees had given out completely. Antonio supported his weight as they caught their breath.
"You're a fucking asshole," Lovino mumbled. "Che…Didn't have the courtesy to give me a reach around...or scream my name…or tell me that y-you l-lo…shit…love…me." Antonio chuckled and gently raised Lovino's head to lock gazes.
"I hope you know I do love you and don't worry, Lovi, I'll tell you everything I haven't told you yet." Antonio smiled.
Starting with the joy of being loved.
I did indeed use a lot of dialogue from doujinshi mainly because I'm semi 'new' to writing these characters specifically and wasn't 100% sure how to keep them in character...the thing that totally fucking sucks is that I had written this so long ago (Don't let the date at the top fool you) that I can't even remember the names of the doujinshi I had used. If you do, I would very much LOVE to know so that I can list them. Thank you.