Feliciano wedding was just around the corner, but, it was the last thing on the household's mind. Antonio couldn't sleep with the fact that just down the hall, his beloved Lovino was sharing a room with Gilbert. However, if Antonio was to go down the hall, unlock the door, he would find Gilbert in a sleeping bag in the farthest corner from the bed. After all Lovino wasn't about to share a bed.

Antonio looked down, Matthew was fast asleep, cuddled right up to his side. Matthew's breathing was soft and even and the hickey was now a purple bruise. He petted the blond hair back before crawling out of bed. Silently as possible we walked down stairs, each step giving a loud creak. Yawning he rubbed his eyes and entered the living room. Looking out the window he saw dark storm clouds rolling it. They flashed here and there a bright glowing white. "I hope it doesn't rain to badly...it'll wash away the roses I planted." He said rubbing the back of his head.

"The weather bastard said it was going to be pretty shitty. Lighting, thunder, rain, all the good shit." Lovino said waking out of the dark kitchen. He leaned against the archway and crossed his arms over his chest. Antonio sighed, he didn't want to deal with Lovino in the morning; however, with Lovino's shirt all un-button it was hard to resist to look at, to want to touch. Lovino noticed the staring. "What's your problem?"

"Nothing, is Gilbert up, I was planning on starting breakfast." Antonio said and went to walk into the kitchen before he lost self control. Lovino blocked his way, getting only a few inches from his face. Antonio gulped, his self control couldn't take much more.

"He's not up and trust me he's not going to be hungry. What about the little blond bitch? Is that slut up yet?" Lovino sneered. Antonio slammed his fist onto the wall, causing the pictures to shake, one even fell and the glass broke, but also it made Lovino a step back. It was a rare sight for the Italian to see Antonio angry.

"Matthew is anything but a bitch or a slut. Is it possible that your taking your anger out on him because fucking jealous of him." Antonio said his voice was low and cold. Lovino growled and shoved him.

"Jealous! Jealous! Oh you wished. I'm not jealous of that whore! I pity the little shit! To have to deal with you, the poor thing." Lovino said and shoved past Antonio muttering Italian words that Antonio didn't understand. Lovino stomped up the stairs waking the two who were still sleeping in.

About an hour later the storm had hit the house. Matthew was wrapped up tightly in a blanket with it pulled over his head. It became as dark as night except when the lighting flashed, followed by the clash of thunder. Matthew jumped each time the thunder boomed outside, it shook the whole house when it did. Gilbert said on one side of him and Antonio on the other with Lovino sitting on the arm of the couch.

"How long is this going to last for?" Matthew squeaked peeking at the window. Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Until 12:30." Lovino said and he was pulled into Gilbert's lap. Gilbert kissed down his neck and nibbled at Lovino's ear. Both Matthew and Antonio glanced over at them out of the corner of their eyes. Lovino blushed and playfully shoved at Gilbert's chest. "Mmm stop that, it tickles!" Lovino said.

Antonio stood and stormed into the kitchen. He stood over the stove growling. Lovino purred with satisfaction, he crawled from Gilbert's lap and went to toy with the Spaniard some more. "You've been acting strangely ever since I started seeing Gilbert. If I didn't know better I would say that your jealous."

Antonio looked at him from the corner of his eye. Lovino smirked and hopped onto the counter top. "What are you getting at Lovino?" Antonio asked.

Lovino smiled. "What are you so jealous about anyways. Is the little bitch not putting out?" He said playfully. Antoino suddenly then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him off the counter top. Lovino's eyes went wide. "Hey let go!"

"No fucking way. Listen, I am jealous, but not because of that reason." He growled and Lovino grabbed his wrists, trying to pull them off.

"Hey let go! I told you to let the fuck go of me! Stupid bastard!" Lovino screeched getting Gilbert and Matthew to peek from the couch. Antonio didn't let go in face he pulled Lovino closer, the Italian turned red, and hit him in the chest. "Let go!"

Both Matthew and Gilbert were expecting the two to fight, as in, kicking and punching.

"I'm not going to. Fuck Lovino are you stupid are what?" Antonio then kissed him. He kissed him with so much force Lovino fell backwards, dragging his finger tips down the wall, leaving nail marks, and taking Antonio with him. Lovino gasped and wrapped his arms around Antonio's neck, pulling him in deeper.

Matthew blinked and felt a chill run up his spine and Gilbert's hot breath on his neck. He gulped and slowly turned around to see the albino only inches from him. Gilbert then kissed him and grabbed the blanket pulling Matthew closer. The two then lost their balance and fell onto the floor, still kissing.

Antonio and Lovino parted and Antonio pulled the two apart then outside into the pouring rain. He handed Gilbert's his car keys and closed the door in their faces. Lovino blinked. "You didn't have to kick them out." Lovino said with a smirk. They looked out the window.

Gilbert and Matthew ran for the car but slipped and fell into a large puddle of mud. Lovino laughed softly. Antonio smiled. "Yeah I know, but, there is no way I'm going to have sex with you if they're in the house. Now close the shades, I'm going to take you right here." Antonio said kissing him.

The end

not really