Again, please don't get me into trouble for this upload, SMUT and INCEST ahead... Hope you enjoy...
"Fratello! Wake up, we have to go to the conference! Doitsu will be there!" Lovino groans at his little brothers antics, he loves the idiota, a little too much for comfort. He yells at the other, "Don't talk about potato bastardo! Just go without me!" Feliciano pouts, "But Fratello! I NEED YOU!" it makes Romano's heart skip a beat even though he knows his brother doesn't mean it the way he wants him to.
As they walk into the building and down the hall Italy is so busy talking about pasta neither of them notice that no one is there, until they get to the conference room. "Ve~ where is everybody?" asks the perkier of the two. "Do I look like I know, bastardo?" Asks Lovi in an agitated manner, Italy sighs, "Fratello, why are you always so mean now? I know you were always like this with everyone else, but you used to be more honest with me?" Lovino trying to avoid the subject walks over to the box.
"What's this?" he goes to lift the lid being sucked into it. Italy rushes over "Fratello?!" he touches the box as well, getting pulled in. He wakes up in fratello's lap, he sees fratello staring at him where he'd been asleep, Romano suddenly tries to push Feli off his lap, letting out a strangled cries when their curls are pulled, from being tangled, making it impossible to move away from one another, they are facing each other, Italy's legs wrapped around Lovi's midsection, Lovi's legs under Feli.
Feli asks his brother, "Since my curl is lower, do you want me to lift my head and try to untangle them?" Lovino scoffs, "What you can't call your German bastard to help this time?" Italy flinches back, hurt by the comment, but still regretting the motion when their curls are pulled, making the two mewl. Feli growls, "Look I'm sorry, I did that I was panicked and that's what'd I'd been trained to do. Fratello, ti amo, not Ludwig."
Lovino rolls his eyes, "Yeah right that's why- you know what I don't care, you're my brother and you love me like one." Feli goes to tell him what he means but instead focuses on getting their curls untangled, causing lots of unwanted pleasure for both brothers. When Feli finally gets them untangled they are both panting, faces flushed. Roma tries to push his brother off him, finding that there wasn't enough room in the box.
He turns angrily on his brother, "Why did you have to do that, how do we get out of here?" Feli looks sad, "Well I did the best I could, and the wall says that we have to be honest with each other." Lovino starts ranting, "What the hell, what does that even-." he cuts himself off with a pale face, Feliciano is concerned, "Fratello is something wrong?" Romano acts quickly, "No I just got worried that we won't be able to figure it out before you get hungry, now that would be scary." he can't tell his brother that he likes him.
Feli giggles, "Ti amo Lovi." Lovino's heart skips a beat he whines a little still panting from his curl being so thoroughly violated saying, "Don't say things you don't mean, idiota." Italy is hurt his brother thinks he's lying, "No Roma, I love you." Romano just sighs sadly, Italy suddenly leans forward, kissing his brother lightly. Lovi stiffens, not expecting the gesture, but he pushes his little brother away, saying, "Look I know this is normal for you and everything, it's not for me, so don't do things you don't mean!" Feli, just looks at looks at him, "Lovi, I'm trying to show you I do love you, I'm in love with you."
Roma refuses to believe it, "Don't get my hopes up okay?" Italy cries out frustrated, in his quest to show his brother how he feels he pulls the others curl, then puts it in his mouth. Lovino cries, "For fucks sake, stop teasing me if you don't want me to act." Feli just looks at him in a challenge, 'prove it' his eyes seem to say. Lovino crashes his mouth into his brothers waiting one, their tongues dancing with each other, experienced and skilled.
Feli grinds down onto his brother adding to the arousal they experienced not but moments before. Lovino groans, "Te amo troppo fratello." pressing his younger brothers body flat to him. The walls of the box come down and they rush home. Italy grabs his blushing brother, dragging him to the car, and drives home at break-neck speed (even by their standards).
Getting home not even two minutes later, the brothers fumble with themselves trying to get into the house. After managing to open the door and close it, it was over, Feli attacks his older brother, with a primal hunger, wanting to be all over him and consumed by him all at once. Roma whines, "Fratello!" when Feli suddenly shoves the other against the wall. Lovino not wanting to be shown up by his little brother, turns them around, focusing on the younger's neck, nipping lightly, driving the Sicilian insane.
They fumble to get off their annoyingly tight suits they always wear formal meetings. Finally deciding it'd be easier to part for a few moments to get undressed they do or at least plan to, Lovino starts unbuttoning his shirt but pauses when he catches his brother's stare.
Blushing brightly as he always does he asks, "Idiota, what are you st-staring at?" stuttering slightly, embarrassed to truly realize he wasn't the only one feeling what he has so long for his brother. The paler Italian's normally amber eyes have darkened to a cocoa brown colour, his normally honey skin, painted the colour of an english rose. He replies, but not with words, with actions.
The younger walks gracefully over to the elder, eyes connected the whole time, his soft, smooth hands soon take place of rougher, worn ones, on a lovely Armani suit shirt. Unbuttoning it, slowly teasingly, waiting for some sort of a reaction. Romano not one to hold himself back, makes an exception loving the caring yet lust-filled treatment, though he'd never admit so aloud.
After the slow undressing of his brother is complete, Veneziano turns to start stripping himself, blushing to his roots when he sees Lovino's hungry expression. He starts to get nervous, when his loving brother comes over to help him, his lean tanned body completely on display. The rough hands undo the last few buttons, not quickly but not very slow either, doing the same motion with Feli's pants, quickly tugging down his boxers.
Lovino can feel his little brothers worry as he kneels, taking one hand to his brothers, pulsing arousal, and the other to his hip. Leaning forward taking the tip of it into his mouth. Like a salty lollipop, he thinks vaguely to himself. The younger Italian shaking with pleasure,he moans softly, burying his hands in the elders hair. Brushing his curl on accident, earning a humming groan.
Lovino pulls back from his brother, pulling the younger down toward him by the hips. Feliciano yelps, not expecting to be pulled down, Lovino does stop there, pushing him gently to the ground, leaning up above him. He smiles one of his rare, breath taking smiles, saying, "Don't move I'll be right back." Veneziano knows better than to not listen to Roma so he does as he's told and seconds later the other is back with a bottle?
"What's that Roma?" the tan Southern Italian blushes, darker than a spanish sun-dried tomato, "It was a gift from Spain." He says laying back down on-top of the smaller male. Italy smiles, not saying anything more, Romano, on the other hand opens the bottle of lube, and coats his fingers, tracing one around his brothers entrance, before pushing inside.
Feli gasps from the cold foreign feeling, he quickly adjusts, Lovino adds a second finger, Pushing more deeply, stretching to cause less pain, he starts to move them around a bit until he brushes a bundle of nerves, Feli absolutely mewls, with pleasure. Lovino pulls out his hand, and Feli whines at the loss. He quickly replaces it with something bigger, hotter harder. He lubes himself to make it less painful and pushes the head in.
Italy arches his back, "Fratello, more!" Romano is happy to give his bubbly little brother what he wants. He starts to lightly rock into the younger, not going in or pulling out all the way. Italy soon starts to force his brother to meet him fully whimpering. Lovino rakes his eyes down the beautiful sight before him, His brother's honey skin covered in sweat, his lithe body writhing away under him from pure pleasure. The two release without stopping.
Lovino lays beside his brother, "Ti amo, fratello." Italy shivers curling into the elder, "Ti amo troppo, Lovi."
*Outside in the garden* "Finally, inspiration for my drawings!" says Hong Kong with a nose bleed, he turns to his brother, "Thank you." Japan just nods blushing. Dragging the younger away from the house.