Envy and lust can be one in the same

think about that.

Lovino sat on top of a grassy hill, the grass had turned crisp and yellow, and this damn heat wave was over yet. If it didn't ease up the wedding would be force to be moved to next week. Lovino watched as below Francis and Antonio squabble in the dirt, Gilbert still hasn't arrived. This was causing him to worry about his plan, but, pretty much he was daydreaming.

Francis was making a fool of himself by making sly little comments about Lovino, bed talk, and kinky sex. Antonio's response was to pelt the bastard with a rotten tomato, where the tomato came from the world will never know. Soon the two full grown men were rolling around in the dirt wrestling. The trio just knew how to bring the stupid out in each other.

Lovino continued to watch, hid eyes glazed over from boredom, he had no interest in their little childish play fight. Well, until like a gift from god, somehow Antonio's shirt was gracefully torn free from his tan skinned perfection. Lovino's eyes now gleamed with hunger as he watched that beauty become sweaty and dirty. A red blush filled his face as he could only stare shamefully, to afraid to actually touch that body.

The view was honestly worthy for one of Leonardo's paintings, to Lovino, it was that wonderful. Yet sadly enough this view would have to go on without him. A hand covered his mouth and started to drag him away from the hill top and away from the two fighting.

Lovino fought against his kidnapper; pulling and yanking at the hand and kicking around. However, his attempts were weak, the heat wave had sucked most of his energy, and the figure easily dragged him into the house. Then things got worst, the figure was taking him into the basement. The door swung close behind them and together they were swallowed up into the darkness.

There were two clicks, the first being the old fashion lock on the door, the other being the one dim light hanging in the center of the room. The hand removed its self from Lovino's mouth. Turning Lovino stuck out, determine to punch the bastard that took him from watching shirtless perfection. The figure dodged out of the way and the Italian's eyes got wide.

Smirking at him with that devilish 'don't give a flying fuck' smirk, was the one and only Gilbert. Lovino glared at him, every time this bastard gets near him he tries something, it made him want to punch the asshole. But, Lovino remember his plan and just because kidnapping wasn't a part of it doesn't mean he has to give up yet. But, yet again, it was still to soon to give in to the bastard's lust. Gilbert spun the key around his finger.

"How did you get that!" Lovino growled driving for the key. Without even trying Gilbert slid out of the way and darted down the stairs. Lovino took off after him once he got close he tacked the German to the hard cement floor. The key flew off Gilbert's finger, it bounced two before landing in a thin crack and disappearing forever.

"Aw shit."

Lovino then forgot all about his plan. "You dropped it," he said calmly, "you dropped it! Bastard! Its gone, gone, gone!" Lovino screamed and started pounding his fists into the German's back. Lovino calmed down only enough to realize his situation. He was trapped, in a basement, with a guy who wanted to fuck him, and no one who could hear him scream. "I'm trapped." His voice cracked.

Gilbert pushed up off the ground and with one quick movement had Lovino under him. He made a kissy face as a joke. "At least I'm here." Gilbert smiled, Lovino hated that smug smile, it made him want to burn stuff.

"When is that a good thing?" Lovino went to shove Gilbert off, but the German pinned his wrist down with one hand. Lovino's eyes got wide in panic. "Bastard you ca-"

"Oh shut up will ya! Why don't you try being cute like that brother of yours." He hissed tightening the hold on Lovino's wrists, he smirked. The Italian cussed loudly and struggled, any other time he would have been able to free himself, he was to worn out. Gilbert seemed to understand this.

"You shut up! Dumb fuck, you just shut up! I hate you, I hate people always talking about my brother! I'm so fucking sorry I'm not the cute one!" Lovino screeched and screamed. He kicked his legs but Gilbert pinned them down using his own legs. Lovino's screams of protest fell onto deft years.

He didn't give up fighting against Gilbert right away as Gilbert would have hoped. Each movement the Italian made however, failed to get himself any closer to freedom. Soon he was panting for air and each jerk of a limb became weaker until he couldn't move at all. His eyes burned into Gilbert's. "Giving up so soon." Gilbert laughed but the hazel eyed glare only burned hotter.

"So what are you going to do to me?" Lovino said his voice giving away his fear. Gilbert found that he was actually shaking.

"Nothing yet." He smirked remembering he to had a plan (one that wouldn't work) but a plan nonetheless. He loosen the hold around Lovino's wrist but was care not to free them. "I wanted to see how long it would take for your lover boy to see that you were gone. You must be wondering the same thing, after all you love him."

"I don't love Antonio, the fucking pedo! You don't know anything!" Lovino forced his eyes close keeping the tears back. Where was the Spaniard? Was wrestling with the frog more important then him. Lovino sniffed and started shaking more. Gilbert frowned he hated to see people cry. Then he remembered something West did that Italy not to cry. Gilbert grabbed Lovino's curl.

He was surprised and very pleased to find that not only did it work, but, the rumors about the Italys' curls were very much true. Lovino bite his lip, turning bright red, and he was shaking trying to suppress a moan. "Well, well, well. Looks like I found your weak point you horny bastard." Gilbert twisted the curl around his finger while rubbing it with another.

The moans became harder to hold back for poor Lovino. His body wanted to give in but his mind fought against it, it yelled at him to remember 'save it for the idiot'. Gilbert was a idiot but not the right idiot. Oh the world has to many. 'Save it for Antonio, you slut' his mind said.

Gilbert untwisted the curl before re-twisting it around his finger. "Fucker! Ah ahh I mm ahh hate you!" It was hard to speak, each time he opened his mouth small little moans were able to sound. His body became hot and even pressed to the chilly floor he felt sweat form on his skin.

Gilbert licked his lip. "You seem to like it. To bad your not Feli, damn I would love to see him like this."

"Shut ahh ahh, sh-shut up! Don't say a damn word!" Lovino glared at him, ignoring the good feelings running up and down his body. He hated Gilbert, he hated that potato bastard, and worst of all he hated his own brother. "Don't talk about him when its me you have pinned."

"Sorry," why was he saying sorry, "sorry Lovi, but you know your to blame for being pinned like this."

Lovino's eyes got wide. "How!"

"You're just so damn sexy, I don't know why I didn't do this sooner." Gilbert yanked the curl and this time it was impossible for Lovino to hold the moan in. Gilbert smiled and yanked the curl again getting a even louder response this time.

"Liar, you lying son of a bitch! You have it out for cute little angel types, like Feliciano, not me. Asshole!" He growled after getting his breath, the German smirked at him , and all the curl touching must have gone to Lovino's head because, something about that smirk was turning him on.

"That's true, but I like many types, bitchiness is one of them and babe you got it good." Gilbert said and without removing his hold around the Italian's thin girly wrists, he kissed him.

So far Lovino's plan had been fucked up the ass like a pretty boy in prison. But now was the perfect time to fix all of that, so, when Gilbert kissed he kissed right on back. The kiss quickly morphed into french kissing then into full blown making out, rolling around on the floor, and inappropriate touching. And Lovino had to admit, Gilbert wasn't half bad.

….Meanwhile...

Holding Francis in a death grip of a head lock, Antonio froze. Francis even stopped struggling.

"My sex senses are tingling!"

"My Lovino's virginity senses are tingling!" The two said over top of each other. Then they both noticed something rather important. Lovino was gone from the hill, and their albino slut of a friend still wasn't there. "Oh hell no." Antonio shoved Francis into the dirt and ran for the house like the devil was at his heals.

...back in the basement of doom...

"Mmmhh ahh Gilbert, no please. Don't go any lower." Lovino said loudly gasping as he felt Gilbert lick above his pants line.

"But you'll like it, trust me." Right after a playful tug on Lovino's pant the door came flying over his head and smashed into the wall. The two froze and slowly looked up from the floor at where the door used to be. There with bleeding knuckles (from punching the door) was the still shirtless Antonio.

Gilbert's face drained of what little color it had and his eyes got wide. He never seen Antoino look so pissed off. He actual feared for his life a little as he remembered Antonio's poor temperament, like back in the old days. Lovino on the other hand, had to mental smile, this was just what he was hoping for.

"Spain! God damn it, can't I have some alone time with my boyfriend." Lovino yelled. Gilbert felt even more terrified, well, until he saw Antonio's face.

Antonio looked crushed, his eyes glazed over, and the look of hate turned into a look that could move you to tears. "Boyfriend?" The vary word sound wrong on his tongue.

Gilbert knew it would be testing the Spaniard's sanity but he smiled. "See what did I tell you." by now Francis had caught up. His jaw fell open, the sight had him totally off his guard. But, poor Antonio just stood there, the word 'boyfriend' still swimming around in his head. The thought of Gilbert touching, kissing, holding, and...Antonio fainted when his mind went there. The vary idea of Gilbert sleeping with Lovino made him sick.

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Can you actual believe that I wrote this on note cards, the print was so small and the cards when I found them were so old, I had a hard time reading them. Well what does everyone think, not what you thought was going to happen right. Haha.

My teacher dubbed me the master of really really really messed up romance stories. For example "Blame it on the Alcohol" = a drunk, gay, British angel falls out of the sky onto a mailbox and falls in love with the owner of said mailbox. "Its Complicated." = I don't even know what to say about this one, maybe, like the movie 'Grease' only on drugs.

Yeah people I really think of this shit in my sleep...well "Its Complicated" was base by a picture I found on deviantart, but, it sorta took a life of its own. But yeah the rest I came up with in my sleep!