I've been waiting to write this part for SOOOO long! Ever since I first found this little plot bunny I've been wanting to write this! Though I know that the scene seems good *from what reviewer said~* but in my mind I'm not really sure if it describes it right. It seems through all the chapters I've been saying this…I need to shut up :X

Well here ya go! The next chapter(s) will be the last because they're the different endings (one is happy, one is morbid at first and sad).

Chapter XV

When Antonio came to, he was inside a windowless room with stone walls. He looked around frantically, trying to figure out why he was in his basement and how he got there. He couldn't understand anything, not what happened, not who was in the room with him, not even why his arms and legs were bound up in rope. He never did anything wrong, so why was he being punished?

"You awake now?" The voice asked from the far corner. Antonio cringed at the voice; it was so...so full of malice. "Oh don't be scared, I would never hurt you~" Ivan stepped out of the dark and walked toward him.

"Mmmhmhhmhmh!" Antonio screamed through the duct across his mouth, yet no intelligible sound came out. Ivan stroked his cheek and smiled at him. His eyes and his intentions contradicted each other so much; his eyes portrayed caring and love, while his intentions seemed to be full of selfishness and spite. Though to who was unknown.

"I've been waiting for this for so long; my plan will finally come together perfectly..." He sighed, "Though I didn't want him in the equation, I wanted to be your one and only." He held the back of Antonio's head and moved it closer to his own. One hand was behind his head, and the other on the duct tape.

"Mhmmhmhh!" Antonio pleaded, but was ignored. Ivan quickly ripped it off then forced his lips onto his. He molded his with the Spaniards unmoving ones and pushed his tongue into his mouth. Antonio tried as hard as he could to stop him, he tried to scream, he tried to kick, he tried to bite his lip, and it still wasn't enough.

For a second Ivan pulled away, put his hand on top of Antonio's mouth, and wiped away some of the blood with his sleeve. "Just as I expected, too bad though, I'm not done yet~" He whispered into his ear, nibbling the rim and tracing it with his wet muscle.

As if Antonio was a delicate flower, Ivan unbuttoned his khakis and tried to seduce him. Antonio looked away ashamed, he felt so terrible that he could just die right then and not care. Yet Ivan had the urge to make it even worse.

"Antonio where are you!" Lovino yelled, hitting the wall above them with the side of his fist. "Dammit you said that I could come over today!" Antonio's eyes got huge, what would Lovino do if he saw him like this?

He thrashed around, but that only made Ivan worse. The Russian finished pulling down his underwear, and bit his tip. Antonio writhed in pain and unwanted ecstasy as he kept on. Every moment that he did, every movement that he changed, the farther away he went from his conscious. What was he supposed to feel? Hatred or Fear? Happiness or Contempt? Disgust or Depression?

Ivan could tell that he was in a state of confusion, and decided to seize the chance he had. He quickly pulled down his own uniform and thrust into him. Antonio squealed and clutched onto Ivan's clothes weakly. His knees completely gave out and salty tears rolled down his face, tracing his cheeks and falling to the concrete floor.

"Scream my name, you know you want to." Ivan cooed, breathing into his ear heavily. Antonio shook his head furiously, he seriously didn't like the situation at all, he was just forced into it.

"Do it." There goes another shake.

"Do. It." Another.

Ivan shoved Antonio against the cold, hard wall. "DO IT." He commanded. Summoning all of his courage, he refused one more time.

He was infuriated, he was supposed to be listened to, not refused! Ivan slowly pulled himself out, then when he was almost all the way out; he pushed back in and hit his soft spot perfectly.

"IVAN!" Antonio screamed, exactly how he was asked to do. Ivan snuggled up to his chest and laid on it as if it was a pillow.

"Antonio, Antonio, Antonio~" The psychotic man sung.

Footsteps could be heard coming closer to the room when they suddenly stopped.

"IVAN!" Lovino darted to the voice, it was definitely Antonio's, but different somehow. It was like a mixture of pain and pleasure; scared yet happy at the same time.

By the time he got to the basement door, the noises had stopped. But he still wanted to know where Antonio was. Lovino slowly pushed opened the door, only enough to peek inside, and peered into the barely lit room.

The second he looked inside, his heart stopped. Ivan was practically naked on top of Antonio, who had only his shirt on, and...and doing everything to him that he possibly could. To add insult to injury, the worst thing didn't completely hit him until he saw Antonio's face.

"S..stop!" Antonio breathed once Ivan lifted his head. His face was exhausted looking, yet it didn't fight back. From the angle the Italian saw him at; it almost looked as if he wanted more. Though his face didn't show that in the least bit.

That was probably the only thing that would hurt the Italian. How could he? He wasn't even fighting back... Lovino couldn't take it anymore. He closed the door carefully and laid his back against it, trying his best not to let them notice him.

"Heh, he never did love me did he?..." Lovino chuckled psychotically. "He NEVER did!" His creepy laugh only grew and grew as he held his knees to his body, rocking himself back and forth.

Tears dotted the corners of his eyes, but he still kept laughing.

A strange smile came across his face, but he still kept laughing.

His body seemed to start convulsing, but he still kept laughing.

Nothing seemed to stop him from laughing, not one little thing. He wiped his eyes with his cotton sleeve, still laughing maniacally. "I thought that you really loved me Antonio; you said you'd always be with me...I should've known that this would all come crumbling down." Lovino muttered to himself.

"Shut UP already!" Ivan hissed, glaring at the door in contempt. "NO ONE cares!"

Antonio watched in terror when Lovino was noticed. What would he do to him? Would he do the same things to him? He was about to scream out for someone to help, but then Ivan reached over and put more duct tape across his mouth.

"Mhmmhm!" He knotted his eyebrows together, cursing out the Russian. But it didn't scare him; it actually made him laugh a little bit. While sitting on top of Antonio's legs he looked him straight in the eyes.

"Say one word and this WILL happen to him," He pointed a finger to the door, "got it?" Antonio vigorously nodded his head. "Good." Ivan put his face close to his and smiled.

Lovino stood up with his back to the door. "I need to save him then...but it's Ivan! Neither of us would live through that!" He threw his head into his hands and shook it. "Why must I be such a coward?"

"Doesn't he know how to shut up!" Ivan complained. He was just about to start straddling Antonio when Lovino just had to interrupt again. "He needs to be taught a lesson."

Antonio's mouth suddenly became very dry once he said that. And when he went over to the racks of wine, it only made the feelings worse. Especially after he picked the emptiest one, chugged the last bit that was in there, and proceeded to smash the bottom half off. It utterly horrified the Spaniard to near death. His face turned the whitest shade of pale that it possibly could have.

Ivan walked back over to Antonio and rubbed his cheek. "It's okay, it's okay! He's only learning a lesson moi dorogoi!" He lightly kissed his forehead, and started walking up the wooden stairs carefully.

"I don't care anymore! He's done so much for me, I have to save him!" He quickly spun around and was promptly met with a scary grinning face holding a half broken Moldovan wine bottle.

[1] Yep, I have the tendency to want to make insane characters :D

[2] Moi Dorogoi! - My dear!

[3] Moldovan wine bottle - I read something, yesterday, about Russia banning Georgian and Moldovan wine back in '06 so I thought it would be good to use ^_^

:O? What will happen in the bad and good endings you ask? Well, I'm not too sure about the good one since I haven't started yet~ But I can tell you that in both there shall be blood!

Sorry! Moose likes gory scenes, and that may come back in other fanfics? Well that and other versions of explicit, I just love me fanfics of whatever~

Hej då!