Sacrosanct: adj. Very sacred or holy; inviolable

The church that loomed behind him was surprisingly quiet. The usual songs of praise that bounced off the stone walls, the constant string prayers, the sweeping of robes brushing up against the polished floors, they were all strangely missing. All Lovino could hear was the steady strokes of the wicker broom in his hand.

Swish, swish. Back and forth, back and forth.

It was a calming sound yet, at the same time so aggravating. It reminded him of the tedious life at the church, never changing, everything proceeding in a simple pattern.

Swish, swish. Back and forth, back an-.

The man's approach was not meant to be a secret. The clunking of his old leather boots rang out through the court yard, their noise disrupting the easy pattern of sweeps. He walked casually up to Lovino who stood staring at the ground he had just been sweeping. Lovino paused for a monument, unsure before looking up. He automatically found himself staring into familiar wild green eyes. They disgusted him.

Lovino gave the man before him a disinterested glance.

"State your business here." He demanded. The man's face crumpled into an illusory look of shame and helplessness. It reminded Lovino of a wounded animal.

"I've come to confess my sins." He said solemnly bowing his head in both respect and humiliation. At Lovino's disbelieving scoff the façade quickly fell. The man straitened up and changed back to a teasing smirk. "You don't believe me Lovi?" Lovino glared at the dreadful nickname before returning to his impartial face.

"State your business here." He repeated. The man sighed over dramatically.

"We both know why I'm here. Why ask such a silly question?" The man chuckled softly. "I'm here for you Lovi."

"I will never go with you pirate." He said coldly. The man jerked back clutching his chest as though he had just been shot.

"Awe Lovi you wound me. Now I don't even get a name?" The man sighed dejectedly. Lovino narrowed his eye but otherwise kept his mask of indifference.

"Leave Antonio, there's no reason for you to be here."

"But you're here." The man—Antonio—smirked and walked towards the man in white. "And as long as you're here, I'll keep coming back. Again and again." He moved closer until Lovino was forced to back up. His back hit the wall and Antonio's smirk widened but he didn't stop moving. He mashed their bodies together, their nose crashed, Antonio's arms leaned against the wall and trapped Lovino in. He was so close Lovino could smell him now. He smelled like tomatoes, the sea, and freedom.

"You'll never get rid of me." Antonio whispered. Yet, Lovino remained emotionless, Antonio stared deep into his eyes but nothing looked back. His smirked fell and twisted into a look of disgust.

"What no cussing, no insults, you even called me by my real name. Tell me Lovi, did they finally break you?" He hissed, pushing their bodies closer, Lovino could hear Antonio's heart beat thumping against him in an alien pattern. Still he stared blankly at the pirate. He wouldn't be tempted.

Antonio let out an enraged growl. He slammed his hand against that was next to Lovino's head.

"Speak damn it!"

The last of Lovino's control snapped. He smashed his fist into Antonio's chin knocking him back.

"Don't fu- touch me ba- pirate." He snarled, stumbling over the unsaid curses. Antonio blinked and touched the place he was hit. Slowly his smile came back.

"Ah, there's my little Lovi." He cooed. Lovino cringed and spat at him.

"I'm your nothing."

"Oh, that's where you're wrong." Antonio began to walk back towards Lovino again. Lovino sent him a chilling glare but it did not stop his progress. "You're my everything." He whispered as he grabbed Lovino's chin, tilting it up. He grinned slightly.

"Or rather, everything of you is mine. Your body, your soul, your heart, your lips." He rubbed his thumb over Lovino's chapped lips. "They're all mine Lovi, even if you don't think so." He chuckled before jerking his head closer so that their nose touched.

"I'm a selfish man Lovi. I am a pirate after all. I've been nice, I haven't taken you by force. I've respected your idiotic wish to stay here." Antonio leaned forward and ghosted his lips around the younger man's ear. His voice dropped lower taking on a dark, dangerous tone. "But that that kindness won't last much longer Lovi. I will get you, one way or another."

Lovino glared at the pirate with pure fury but he couldn't stop the shiver of fear that crawled down his back.

"I should have never let you claim sanctuary." Lovino hissed. Antonio simply laughed and leaned away from his ear.

"But Lovi then I may have died."

"Exactly." Lovino spat. Antonio chuckled before pulling Lovino closer just barely brushing their lips together. Lovino clenched his fist.

"You will be mine Lovi." He muttered against his lips and slammed their lips together.

"Lovino!"

Antonio pulled away and turned to were the cheerful voice seemed to by approaching from. He cursed them silently and let go of his captives chin.

"I'll be back Lovi!" Antonio smiled one last time before he turned away. Lovino glared at the retreating back. He shakily reached down and picked up his fallen broom. Slowly, he began his simple sweeping pattern again.

Swish, swish. Back and forth, back and forth.

Of course I had to do Spamano! I just love pirate!Spain and Priest!Lovino, though I don't really think he's a priest. Oh well. DO I have to raise the rating now that I wrote a cuss word? Sorry I'm off schedule, I planned to have a chapter out every Monday and Thursday but this week I haven't been able to type up the chapters till now.

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