Portugal felt small prickles of tears forming in his eyes as he held onto Rome's middle, trying to drown out the thoughts in his head with the wind whipping past him. He had completely failed at trying to get Spain. He failed and now, Spain most likely thought he was a complete loser. Portugal buried his face in Rome's back and held back his tears.

When they arrived at Rome's house, Rome got off his bike, taking Portugal's hand and leading him inside. Immediately, Portugal went to the bathroom and leaned on the sink. He avoided his own reflection. Rome stood in the door way, removing his black leather jacket and tossing it to the side.

"Fuck," Portugal muttered.

He straightened himself out and looked over to Rome.

"Is there anything to get rid of this wine?" He asked.

"It's made by France. There's only one way to get rid of it," Rome replied.

Portugal nodded. He walked over to Rome until he was directly in front of him.

"Let's do this," he said.

Rome nodded. He took Portugal's hand and lightly kissed each knuckle. He then moved to the very top. Then he moved to kiss Portugal's forehead. Portugal felt move tears at the corners of his eyes as Rome took him by the hand into Rome's bedroom.

Rome gently laid Portugal down on his bed so he was laying on his back. Portugal had his arms around his idol's shoulders as he finally let the tears slip.

"I'm such a failure," he muttered.

"You're not a failure," Rome said, leaning down and dragging his lips over Portugal's neck in light butterfly kisses.

"Around Spain I am. That's where it counts the most and I blow it every time," Port muttered, angry at himself.

Rome sighed and pressed his forehead against Portugal's.

"You didn't blow it. He's just oblivious. What you need to do is make him realize your feelings. You know, be bolder," he said.

"We were married and he had no idea. There's no way he'll pick up on my hints," Portugal said.

There was a long silence.

"Have you kissed him before?" Rome asked.

A dark blush filled Portugal's cheeks. He turned away.

"O-only once. When we were younger. I don't think he remembers though," Portugal said.

"Try again. Maybe he'll get the hint than," Rome said.

"Maybe," Portugal muttered.

Rome smiled.

"Feel better?" He asked.

"Much," Portugal replied.

He wrapped his arms around Rome's broad shoulders and brought their lips together tenderly. Rome kissed back, only putting a little bit of pressure in the kiss. He was the one to pull away.

"I'm glad I could help," Rome said.

Portugal was silent for a moment. He cheeks were still flushed and he looked uncomfortable.

"Um, Rome. The wine is coming on really strong right now," he muttered.

"Right," Rome said.

He brought his lips down to Portugal's neck and began to leave a trail of light kisses down his body. Portugal sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the overloading of his senses as the wine worked through his body and made every little touch feel like fire.

"Rome…" he breathed.

Rome slowly, sensually, pulled off all of Portugal's clothes. Portugal gasped suddenly when Rome's breath ghosted over one of his nipples. Rome stopped there and took the little nub into his mouth. Portugal moaned out load at the heat that was encasing his nipple. Rome gently bit and sucked at it while gently pinching and tugging the other with his hand.

When Rome was done with that he moved his lips lower, gently nibbling on the skin occasionally. Portugal's face was really red at the moment and he was panting while one hand was clutching the sheets next to his head and the other was tangled in Rome's hair, pulling on multiple curls at a time, making Rome just as hot and bothered as he was.

Finally, Rome stopped at Portugal's engorged member. Portugal was panting in short breathes as Rome took the tip into his mouth and gently sucked on it. Portugal moaned loudly and fisted his hand into Rome's hair more and more until Rome had to pull his mouth away from sucking Portugal off to moan loudly, some of his saliva dripping onto Portugal's member as he did so. Pre-cum dripped form the tip and Rome licked it up, coating Portugal's member in saliva and pre-cum. Rome smiled and gripped Portugal's member in his strong calloused hand. He began to pump it mercilessly while sucking on the tip.

"R-Rome, don't. I-I'm gonna…cum," Portugal muttered.

Rome continued for a total of eight seconds before Portugal arched his back and released his seed. Rome pulled away so that the cum landed in his hair, on his face, and in his mouth. The cum in his mouth was swallowed. Portugal breathed heavily as he glanced down at Rome. Rome smiled at him as he licked his member clean.

"Rome, you have it all over you now. It's gross," Portugal said.

"I know. Might as well take a shower," Rome said.

"You better take a shower before you bring any part of your face near me," Portugal demanded.

Rome laughed and stood, shedding his clothes before going to the bathroom. Portugal stayed in bed for at least five seconds before he followed after. In the bathroom, Rome was leaning over the bath, turning the faucet on. A spray of water flew out of the shower head and into the tub below. Rome straightened himself and felt the jet until it was at his liking.

"Mind if I join?" Portugal asked.

Rome looked at him. He smiled.

"I'd be insulted if you didn't," he said.

Portugal smiled as well. He walked into the bathroom and walked over to his older icon. Rome wrapped his arm around Portugal's waist and tried to kiss him but Portugal held him back by his forehead.

"I told you. You're not coming anywhere near my face until that come off of your face," Portugal said.

Rome pouted and let go of Portugal, turning back to the shower and getting in. Portugal stood outside of the shower curtain, just watching Rome as he washed himself. Rome stayed oblivious for a few moments as he soaked his body in the warm water. He opened his eyes and looked over at Portugal.

"Did you want to join me?" He asked.

"I thought you'd never ask," Portugal replied.

He pulled off the rest of his clothes and dumped them on the floor, stepping into the shower next to Rome. Immediately, Rome wrapped his arms around Portugal and pulled him under the spray of the water. Rome planted a soft and tender kiss on Portugal's neck as Portugal's body became soaked as well. Rome's hands roamed over Portugal's slicked skin as the kisses on Portugal's neck became a little more heated and passion filled. Portugal raised his hand to run through Rome's hair, lightly tugging on the curls there.

"Rome," Portugal moaned out as Rome's hands finally moved lower to rub at the small patch of brown curls at the base of his shaft.

Rome smiled and lightly bit Portugal's neck, licking the bite afterwards. The hands that was at the base of Portugal's shaft began to move up and down the length. Portugal moaned and leaned his head on Rome's slick shoulder. The water running all over their bodies was warm and inviting. Suddenly, completely without warning, Portugal span around and pushed Rome against the wall, smashing their lips together. Rome's eyes widened for only a second before he closed them and kissed back.

"What was that all about?" Rome asked, when Portugal pulled away.

"I wanted to change some things up a bit," Portugal muttered in reply.

Without giving Rome any chance to do anything else, Portugal hooked a leg behind his former idol's and sent him crashing to the ground. Rome groaned as he rubbed the back of his head which had hit the bottom of the tub. He looked up at Portugal, who had decided that the best throne was on Rome's hips, water pouring down his body.

"You look great," Rome commented, placing his hands on Portugal's hips.

"You don't look so bad yourself, mister," Portugal said and ground their hips together.

Rome groaned at the friction of their lower bodies rubbing together. Jolts of pleasure ran through both of their bodies.

"God, you're so good at making me horny," Rome muttered.

"You know it," Portugal said.

He made his way down Rome's body, lips and teeth following in his tracks. Rome sat up on his elbows so he could watch as Portugal made his way down to Rome's shaft. Like Rome had done earlier, he gently took the tip into his mouth and sucked on it. Rome let out a breathy moan and laid back down, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations.

"Portugal, don't finish me off, okay," Rome said.

Portugal pulled away from Rome's member and sat on his thighs. He smiled at Rome.

"Do you want to do me now?" He asked.

"Maybe," Rome muttered, smirk on his face.

Portugal leaned forward until he was laying on top of Rome, lips connecting with his idol's. Rome pressed their lips together and forced Portugal's open, shoving his tongue inside. Portugal moaned and twisted his tongue with Rome's. All the while this was happening, Portugal had wetted his fingers and was already preparing himself.

"Ready?" Rome asked, after the kiss had ended.

Portugal nodded. He lifted himself up until the tip of Rome's member was pressing persistently on his entrance. Rome kissed Portugal's neck at least a hundred times while Portugal slowly lowered himself down on Rome's thick shaft. Portugal gave a small groan of discomfort as he took in Rome all the way to the hilt. After a few seconds Portugal's face changed from pain to pleasure.

"I'm ready," he said.

"Rome took Portugal's hips into his hands began to move the smaller man on top of him. Water crashed down on top of them as Portugal; moved faster and faster on top of Rome. Breathy moans and groans of pleasure soon sky rocketed to loud cries and begging words, asking desperately for their release. It was soon granted.

"Rome!" Port exclaimed as his vision went white for a few seconds.

Rome groaned deeply as Portugal's walls tightened on him. He released soon after. Portugal fell onto Rome's chest, breathing heavily. Rome matched his breathing pattern. They both just laid there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"Ah!" Portugal suddenly shouted out.

Rome shouted out as well as the water that pelted the both of them turned icy cold. Tripping over each other, they fell on the floor outside of the tub. They both looked at each other and began to laugh.

"Well, that was unexpected," Portugal muttered.

"Yeah," Rome muttered as well.

They both sighed and got up to get dressed and dried.

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Part tow of the adventures of Rome and Portugal. Enjoy.

Signed,

Killer-Fever