I hope you guys enjoy~ this is seriously one of my favorite chapters

Kismet

Chapter Fifteen: I Don't Dance

Antonio dragged Lovino towards the market center. "I know a great place we can get dinner, my Lovi~! You'll love it!" Lovino nodded, but just followed him through the people. Finally, they came up to a small building, which Antonio opened the door to let Lovino in.

The inside was quaint, with little decoration, but what was there was enough to keep the room in balance. The tables were spread out to give diners some privacy while they ate.

"Hello~!" a woman walked up, smiling, "I hope you've been enjoying the festival so far! Table for two?"

The king nodded and grabbed Lovino's hand, "Yes~! Please~!"

She waved for them to follow her to the back, to a booth that was separate from the one on its left and right. "Will you be having the Festival Special?" she asked, bringing them a pitcher of water and a couple of cups.

"Uh, yes, please~!" Antonio smiled, reaching across the table. His hands were open and waiting.

"What?" Lovino glared down at them.

"I want to hold your hands, Lovi~" the man grinned. Lovino looked back at the hands and blushed deeply, "Not in public!"

"But you let me kiss you in public …" Antonio looked confused.

"I didn't let you! You just did that on your own!" the Illonian huffed, being reminded of how embarrassing Antonio made things.

Antonio laughed lightly, "I'm sorry, my love~ I didn't mean to upset you …"

Lovino sighed, "You didn't … you didn't upset me, Antonio … it's just embarrassing." his face couldn't possibly be any more red than it already was, but for Lovino … it managed.

The Sverran laughed, "You shouldn't be embarrassed! I'm just showing everyone else what's mine and what's yours~!"

Lovino crossed his arms and glared, "That's one way to put it. But it's still embarrassing!"

The king drew his hands away and nodded, "Then I won't force you, Lovi~! I love you~!" he watched as Lovino's fading blush was renewed.

"I … I love you, too …" he mumbled where only Antonio could hear him.

The waitress brought two plates over, "Here you go~ two Festival Specials~!" she walked away. Lovino looked down at the plate and raised his brow, "What is this?" he poked at it.

"It's paella! I used to eat this stuff all the time when I was younger~!" he dug in.

Lovino looked down at it and shrugged, picking up his silverware and eating the food that was on his dish. It was better than he'd expected and ended up eating more than he'd planned. The two held small conversations here and there, mostly about what Lovino thought of the festival and what they should do the next day. Lovino muttered about the beach sounding fun, or perhaps just going for a walk. Lovino didn't care.

Their meal was finished and Antonio paid for their food and walked with Lovino into the streets, "How did you like it?"

Lovino shrugged, "It wasn't bad." Antonio smiled brightly, "That's good~!" he grabbed the younger man's hand and walked him further down the main square.

The sun was setting over the festival, but the night was far from over. Lanterns were being lit all over the main square and men and women alike were crowding to join in the dancing contest.

"Lovi~! I don't think I've ever seen you dance …" Antonio remarked, looking at the signs mentioning the dancing that would be taking place.

"I don't dance." Lovino stated walking towards a bench to rest his legs.

The king sat down beside him, "I can teach you, Lovi~!" he smiled, kissing Lovino's cheek.

The Illonian glared and crossed his arms, "I know how to dance and can dance better than anyone I know! I just don't dance!"

Antonio kissed his cheek again, "But, my love, I want to dance with you. Please~?" his emerald orbs stared into Lovino's and his lower lip extended.

"That won't work this time, Antonio! I'm staying right here. You can go dance or whatever, but I'm not moving." his arms folded and he turned away from the pouting monarch.

No sooner than those words left his mouth, a young woman wearing a black and red dress walked over, "Um …" she giggled, turning to look at her friend who edged her on, "W-would you l-like to dance with … um … me?" her friends giggled.

Lovino felt his stomach do a flip and he looked at Antonio, who was laughing lightly, "Sure." the king rose from the spot and led the young lady to the dance floor. Lovino glared and turned away.

"Fine. If he wants to dance with that bitch, let him! See if I care!" he mumbled under his breath and leaned back. He let his eyes close as the music pounded around him. Couples, friends, strangers all danced together to the heated song. Lovino's eyes opened to search for his love. After a few minutes of searching he found Antonio twirling the girl around, smiling.

A fire lit in Lovino's stomach and he glared, but even he wouldn't fall victim to his stupid pride. He would wait for Antonio to feel guilty for abandoning him on the sidelines.

It would help his anger if anyone would approach him, but all the women that passed only gave him soft, sometimes sad smiles. Some laughed and joked about how all the cute ones were taken and such. Lovino couldn't understand how any person would look at a man sitting alone on a bench and think he could be in a relationship … even if he was …

Lovino huffed and stood up, deciding to ignore Antonio and find a shop to spend some money. A few looked promising, with things like clothing, books and jewelery, but nothing had anything he found interesting … except one shop. It was a leather crafter's store, walls covered in full swatches of cow leather and several strips of the same dark leather that was wrapped around Lovino's neck. Some were in a deep forest green, some pitch black, a few were even blood red.

Maybe he would get Antonio a matching choker … the older man seemed to really like them. He stepped inside and an old man walked in, "Why hello there, young man! How can I help you?"

Lovino looked around, "I … I want to know how much a choker like this costs. I'm interested in getting one to match it."

The old man looked at him curiously, "Usually they are made in a pair. Are you sure you don't have the other one?"

The Illonian shrugged, "I'm not really sure. He doesn't wear it if he does, but he seems to really like it so I figured I'd get him one, too." Lovino looked at a leather pouch with designs carved into it.

"I see. Well, let's take a look then, shall we?" the old man extended his hand. The servant nodded and pulled it off, suddenly feeling naked without the dragon skin hugging his neck. "Dragon leather … first grade … this is exquisite! The craft is a little rough around the edges, but not bad. Who ever made this was definitely dedicated to the job! I'd say one just like this would do for two thousand gold alone."

Lovino felt his heart fall, "Really?" he took the piece back and stared at it. Its value had just double in his mind, which was hard enough to do since it was handmade for him by the king of Sverran himself, who loved Lovino.

"Yeah, but … I think today is your lucky day. I will make you a matching one for the price of two hundred gold and a promise that you won't let the person, who made you that, go." he pointed to the choker in Lovino's hands.

Lovino looked at him shocked, "A-are you serious? I-"

"I'm dead serious, young man. The look in your eyes when you look at that choker tells me everything I need to know about how you feel about him. Love is a valuable thing, young man. Don't take it for granted, and don't let it go." he pulled a similar choker from a pouch around his neck. It was tied with another identical to it. "I loved my wife so much. I made these for us when we were so young and the leather held strong, just like we did. She died years ago and not a day goes by where I don't miss her … but I still love her." The old man put them away.

Lovino looked at his own. Why did these things have so much meaning? He looked back at the man and pulled out a pouch holding four hundred or so gold, "Take all of this for the choker and you have my word … I won't let him go …" the Illonian blushed deeply at his words.

The old man smiled warmly, "Good. Let me see your choker again, please?" Lovino nodded and handed it to him. He walked across the room and held up the choker to several swatches, finally finding a matching color and grade. He pulled it down, took several measurements and the pulled out a vial of silver liquid. The man uncorked it and went to pour it on Lovino's choker.

"Wait! That won't hurt it … will it?" Lovino looked at the leather strip worriedly.

"This?" the man laughed lightly, "No no … it's just a special metal that will take the shape of the carvings in the choker and when it hardens, I'll be able to use it to make a copy of yours.

The younger man nodded and let the leather master go back to his work. The metal spread across the leather and the old man set it aside.

"Now, we cut the new strip."

"Antonio said that takes a long time because of the strength of the leather …"

The old man winked, "Antonio knows what he's talking about. However, all professional leather crafters have a short cut around such things." he pulled out a thin wooden tube with a blade tip. "There's a clear liquid that is released when pressure is applied to the blade. It falls into the cut made by the blade and eats the leather straight down. Powerful stuff, but incredibly hard to get. It's a rare eastern snow dragon venom. It's rare because such dragons can take the forms of either elves or humans, and the venom can only be harvested when the dragon is in its reptilian form."

He slowly dragged the blade down the lines he'd drawn on the leather and the piece was free, "I made the strip an inch or two longer because I figure Antonio's neck is not as small as yours."

Lovino nodded, knowing that was true.

"Ah! The metal is set!" he flipped it over and pulled Lovino's choker up, "Here you go. Just the way you had it." the Illonian thanked him and tied it back on.

"Now, I'll show you how we are going to copy it." he showed Lovino the metal, with the sharp edges of metal plate, "These sharp parts are just opposite of your carvings. I'm going to coat them in the venom, but only a little. Too much can cause the venom to eat too much." he set the plate down after rubbing a very thin layer of venom over it and set it down on the leather. He reached under his counter and pulled out a hammer and began tapping at the plate. After a few moments, he pulled up the plate to reveal the strip with the carvings, "Now it looks just like yours. All that's left it to attach the ties."

The leather master cut four thin strands of the dragon leather and dipped them into a clear solution, "Softens it up so it's easier to tie." he explained.

He cut two holes on each end and tied the leather cording into each one, "And there you have it young man. A matching choker for your Antonio."

Lovino looked at it, his eyes widening. His heart swelled with pride. Antonio would love it!

"Thank you, so much!" he grabbed it gently and looked it over, "He'll love it …"

The old man laughed and pulled out a small cloth with a vial of off blue liquid, "One final touch, though … if you'd like I can shine yours as well." he scrubbed the choker with the cloth and liquid, making the leather darker and shinier.

"No … mine is fine the way it is, thanks." he grabbed it again and bit his lip, "I'll pay you the full amount when I get the gold …"

"I told you. What you've given me is plenty as long as you never let go of your Antonio." The old man smiled warmly again, "now go give that to him."

"Uh … yeah … of course. Thanks again, old man." Lovino muttered exiting the store. The old man laughed and went to lock up his shop.

Lovino bit his lip. The sun was completely gone down, so he must have been in the leather shop longer than a few minutes … more like a few hours. He looked around and found the dancing area. His heart did a little painful flop. The music was slow and Antonio was still dancing with the giggly girl. She looked up at Antonio with pure admiration and joy. Obviously, the Sverran hadn't noticed Lovino's absence. He tucked the matching choker in his small pouch on his hip and entered the dance floor. It was time to make sure that king never thought of any other again.

The slow song ended and the band began playing something absolutely perfect. It was an upbeat, fast paced song. Perfect for the traditional Illonian dance he'd learned long ago from his grandfather. It was the only thing he knew he did better than Feliciano, at least in their grandfather's eyes. He let the music over come him and his eyes slid shut and he began moving.

He changed dances about halfway through to something he'd learned in the castle watching Antonio's parties and opened his eyes to see he had created a circle of people watching him. He grinned, noticing a certain pair of emerald eyes land on him. He knew the dance by heart after watching Antonio do it so many times and he was glad to see Antonio step forward, completely mesmerized. The girl beside him pouted and held onto his hand, but the Sverran king walked away and grabbed Lovino's arms, pulling him close.

Antonio began to lead Lovino in a very sensual dance. Lovino willed himself not to melt at the look in Antonio's eyes, as he dipped Lovino and brought him back up to his face. The music came to and end, but Antonio didn't care. He refused to let go of his Illonian, "You weren't kidding … you can dance …" he pressed his lips to Lovino's in a fiery, passionate kiss. The crowd was cheering them, but neither cared.

The king pulled his love from the area and towards the place where they were to be picked up by the carriage driver. Lovino's face was hot and his heart was racing. He'd seen that look in Antonio's eyes a few times before and this time, his knees were barely able to support his weight. Adrenaline was bursting through him and he bit his lip as Antonio helped him into the carriage.

Their lips met the second Antonio climbed in. Lovino moaned softly into the kisses as Antonio's hand trailed to his waist to pull him into his lap. The Illonian broke the kiss to press his lips to Antonio's weak spot on his neck. He let his tongue dart out of his mouth to lick to spot slightly, before biting down lightly.

Antonio groaned and gripped Lovino's hips tightly. Lovino grinned and kissed the spot again. However, Antonio stiffened and Lovino sat back to see what was wrong.

The king was holding a little strip of leather in between his fingers, "Lovi?" his emerald eyes looked to Lovino with hurt.

He frowned. Did he think … well … what ever he thought, it was obviously not what was really going on.

"I … I know how much you like seeing me wear my choker … so I had a leather man make a copy for you … so … so that you could wear it … he said they were supposed to be in pairs anyway, and I didn't know if you had one since you never fucking wear it if you do."

Antonio's eyes widened, looking to the choker in his fingers, "For me?"

Lovino rolled his eyes, "Yes, stupid. I'm sorry it's not hand made like mine … but-" he was cut off with Antonio's lips.

"I love it …" he whispered, tying it around his neck, "How does it look, my love?"

Lovino blushed, "It looks okay … kind of girly, though …" Antonio laughed, "I don't care, I love you so much, Lovi~!"

The Illonian tried to answer back, but Antonio attacked his lips hungrily, instantly bringing the mood back. Lovino moaned and gripped the back of Antonio's head. His face was flushed and he felt his problem return, but he didn't care. The king ran his hand up Lovino's back, causing the younger man to arch forward, breaking their kiss.

Antonio took the advantage of being able to trail kisses down Lovino's neck and up to his ear lobe. The Sverran nibbled lightly, relishing in the whimpers he brought forth from his love.

The carriage pulled to a stop and the door opened. Antonio picked up Lovino as he was, with his legs wrapped tightly around the older man's waist. The king carried Lovino up the stairs to their room, where he pressed Lovino into the first wall he could reach in the room.

Their lips connected again, Antonio slipping his tongue into Lovino's mouth to taste him. The Illonian moaned into the kiss and pulled at the black ribbon tied on Antonio's shirt, throwing it to the floor when he'd managed to untie it. This wasn't how Lovino pictured things going, but he wouldn't dare ruin the mood now that he was getting what he wanted. Antonio was eating him up, and all because of the dance they had shared!

Antonio nibbled Lovino's lip and stiffened again, pulling away, "I … I'm … sorry … Lovi!" he huffed breathlessly, "I didn't mean to go th-"

Lovino wasn't about to let his passed digressions from the one thing he wanted ruin what he'd been working on! His lips pressed tightly against Antonio's and he pulled away glaring. He leaned his head down and pressed his lips lightly to the shell of Antonio's ear, "I'm ready."

Antonio groaned, feeling his member grow unbearably hard at the words he'd just heard Lovino utter. "Are you su-"

The Illonian servant kissed him and pulled away, glaring again, "Shut up." Antonio nodded and carried Lovino to the bed. He peeled the jacket away from his love, as well as the vest and tie. Lovino's hands pulled at Antonio's clothes, silently letting him know it wasn't fair that he should be allowed to keep his jacket on.

Antonio broke their kiss to pull the things off of him and toss them to the floor. He then returned his attention to his Lovino, pulling off everything else, minus the thin, but tight, pants. He leaned down to press his weight onto Lovino, grinding his hips to the younger man's making Lovino cry out in pleasure.

Lovino growled, feeling his already too tight pants become agonizingly tight. He let his fingers slide down Antonio's chest and rest where the white shirt met the pants and he pulled it up, taking it off of him, equaling them out. His eyes roamed over Antonio. The skin he'd seen every night for the passed six years seemed so much more alluring, with the muscles bulging out perfectly. His face became red when he noticed a certain other bulge.

He bit his lip when he realize that Antonio wanted him as much as he wanted Antonio. Antonio cut off Lovino's thought process with a passionate kiss. Lovino moaned loudly into the kiss when he felt Antonio's hand brush over his entrapped member. His hips bucked forward, his body wanting to feel more.

Antonio moved away, leaving Lovino breathless and confused. There was rustling as Antonio dug through his bag and pulled something out and dropping it on the nightstand. He turned back and immediately connected their lips again, "You sure about this, my love?"

Lovino nodded and gasped in pleasure when Antonio dipped his face down to Lovino's chest, taking one of his nipples into his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth.

The other one was taken between the older man's thumb and forefinger. Lovino arched his back and moaned softly. Antonio let go and kissed him deeply. Lovino felt his cheeks heat up when he felt Antonio's finger hook around the hem of his pants and slowly begin to remove them.

Antonio pulled back to finish stripping his love. He tossed the pants to the floor and grinned, drinking in the sight before him. Lovino blushed and tried to close his legs so the king would stop staring at him, but Antonio moved back to where he had been and smiled, "So gorgeous … I love you, Lovino~!"

Lovino bit his lip, "I love you too, Antoniohhh~" his eyes slid shut and his head rolled back. Antonio slid his hand over Lovino's hardened member slowly, bringing as much pleasure to him as he could.

The Illonian man moaned and bucked into Antonio's touch. It was much better when Antonio touched him like this. His mind became fuzzy and all he could think about was finally having Antonio inside of him. He reached forward and dragged Antonio down to his face to kiss him, "Please …" he huffed, "I need you … now …"

Antonio groaned and stood to take off his own pants. Lovino bit his lip. He'd never seen Antonio erect before and he had to admit, the sight scared him slightly. He just knew this was going to hurt.

The Sverran grabbed a bottle from the night stand, one of his after bath oils. He poured some onto his fingers and looked down at Lovino, "This … this might hurt …" he slipped a finger into Lovino's entrance and Lovino moaned. Of course that wouldn't hurt. Lovino blushed, hating to admit, he'd done worse than one finger.

Antonio added a second and third and at this, Lovino began to whimper in pain. The king slowly worked to stretch his love and make sure his pain wouldn't be great. Lovino grew used to the feeling and was sad to feel it go.

The older man grabbed the bottle once more and poured a generous amount into his palm to spread over his aching member. Once he was satisfied, he positioned himself at Lovino's waiting entrance, "I love you, Lovi~" he whispered lovingly, pacing himself as he pushed in. Heat surrounded him and he moaned softly.

Lovino hissed in pain, feeling tears roll down his cheeks. It was far worse than he'd imagined. He hit Antonio's chest a few times and looked at him angrily. Antonio kissed him sweetly and waited for Lovino to relax before pulling himself back and pushing back in. His Lovino hissed again, but didn't hit him, so it must not have hurt as badly. This encouraged him to continue moving in and out of his Illonian lover.

Pain was slowly replaced by pleasure and Lovino moved his hips to meet Antonio's and he felt an explosion of pleasure. Antonio had found his spot, "God! Right there, Tonio!"

Antonio moaned and pushed into the spot again, sending his Lovino reeling in pleasured pants and soft groans.

He grabbed Lovino's hips and pulled him roughly. Lovino moaned his name loudly and Antonio felt a darker side of him seeping through his veins. It was his jealousy and possessiveness as he claimed his lover.

"You're mine. Forever." he growled, slamming into Lovino's prostate again and again.

"Y-yours!" Lovino moaned. Antonio crushed his lips to Lovino's and tasted his lover's lips, before sliding one of his hands to the younger man's neglected member. He began pumping him, causing even more delicious sounds to come from his Illonian. Antonio grunted and felt his release closing in. He slammed himself onto Lovino's spot, finally sending the man to orgasm. The milky white fluid covered their chests and Antonio moaned Lovino's name when he tightened around him. He spilled his own seed into his lover and panted lightly, collapsing beside him.

Lovino breathed heavily, rolling over to rest his head on Antonio's shoulder, "I love you …" he muttered softly, letting his eyes slide closed.

"I love you, too, Lovi~!" he kissed his forehead and waited until his lover was asleep to stand up and pour water into the large bowl. He dipped a cloth in and cleaned himself off and then re wet the cloth to slowly clean Lovi of the mess. He frowned to himself, seeing the light pink and red mixture dripping down Lovi's legs and backside. The king wiped it away and sighed, tossing the cloth into the bowl and sliding into the bed next to Lovi. Antonio pulled Lovi to his chest and pressed a soft kiss onto his head before falling asleep.

TBC

So? XD I loved this chapter so much XD especially the dancing scene ... -_- I just wished i'd described it better, but I'm lame at that kind of thing ... oh well

~Lady Pyrien

btw, I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, The dagger Lovino won was inspired by Orgoglio Drago by Dogsrule. I love that story and if you're into fantasy and SpaMano, it's a great story to read!