A/NI Ha ha! so, started up Days in the life of Germans! or some title like that... ANYWAYS! I am working on a new fanfiction based on a role play I am overlooking. I do not know when the first chapter for that will be uploaded, but it is being worked on. I will say it involves the bad touch trio! YEAH! anyways, enjoy this chapter, and because of it, the rating shot up to M, so if you don't like abuse or any of that stuff, turn back now because there will be a lot of it O.O
Lovino walked up to the doors of Christie's Bar, greeting the Bouncer there. Once inside, he went to the counter, ordering an Italian liquor. Once he was all most done the bottle, strong arms wrapped around his waist. He knew that smell, sighing and leaning back into the man's chest. "Hello Toni." he whispered, just loud enough for the spaniard to hear him. There was a chuckle as Lovino turned around slowly and a bit sluggishly, as his face was slightly red from the alcohol. "Let's get down to business shall we?" he said, smiling as he leaned up, kissing Antonio on the lips, slowly and sensually.
"Forget the drinks, your drunk enough for me, let's just get home." Lovino nodded, agreeing to the bigger man's suggestion. He stumbled after him, as they climbed into a red truck, and Lovino was antsy. On the ride home, he couldn't wait, and unbuckled his seat belt, laying on the seat, undoing Antonio's pants. The spaniard smirked, "Couldn't wait could you?" he growled, as Lovino wrapped his mouth around his head. He immediately grabbed the Italians hair, forcing his cock down his throat hard, and rough making Lovino choke and gag. He didn't let up easily though. "Come on Lovino! you wanted this didn't you? Now I'll teach you to disobey me, and leave me!" He started speeding, running red lights, blowing stop signs. several times he all most hit pedestrians. He slammed on the breaks out front of his house, making Lovino smash his head against the steering wheel.
Antonio hopped out, and immediately dragged the italian out by his hair, forcing him towards the door. Lovino cried out, protesting before Antonio turned and punched him in the face. "Shut up! You wanted me, not the other way around!" he yelled, grabbing the collar and dragging him that way. "Bella! I'll be in the bedroom working, don't disturb me."
"Of course Dear~" she yelled back cheerfully, knowing what he was doing and who he was with, without even having to look. He shoved the brunette in the room, locking it behind himself. He kicked Lovino hard in the face, spinning and kicking him in the side, following through, forcing the italian onto his stomach. "You never did know when to stop. Somehow you all ways knew when to run, and I knew one day, you would run back to me no matter the crime. You filthy gay bastard."
"If... I'm a... filthy gay... bastard... then you are... too... you FUCKED me! Not... the other way... around..." Antonio's eyes became a bright green, as he glared at the italian, and got down, punching him in the face once more.
"Filthy bitch! How dare you talk back to me!" When antonio stopped punching, Lovino was on the brink of loosing consciousness. He had two black eyes, a few teeth knocked out, his nose broken and he even had a cracked rib. Blood was everywhere, even obtaining a cut on his head.
Antonio picked him up, and threw him on the bed. he pushed the italians face into the bed, tearing his pants off. "I'll show you a great time you filthy faggot!" he yelled, and shoved his cock into Lovino with no warning what so ever. He cried out, cried for Antonio to stop, and that he loved him, to not hurt him anymore but it all fell on deaf ears. Lovino cried, wishing Lucas would come out of no where, and save him, but he knew the norwegian would never come for him, not after he broke the man's heart. Lovino realized how lonely he was, no matter where he was or who he was with, he was all alone. No one ever came to save him, the way people saved his little brother. He felt anger, sadness, even jealousy. Everyone had someone to protect them, but he... he pushed everyone away, having only let the Spaniard, who was currently raping him, into his life. Even Matthew, who he was friends with, he never let the canadian in. It was out for a few drinks to get out of the house, but never actually hanging out like friends should. He gripped the sheets as more tears fell, from desperation, sadness and fear. He began to hate what he had become, but this... what antonio was doing, it means he cared for the Italian didn't it? He cared to take the italian back, have sex with him, even beat him. He cared whether it was love, or hate, he cared...
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OMG I HATE MYSELF SO MUCH! So... Yea... What do ya think? Good? Great? Sucked? Awesome? Sucked Balls? Hate it? Tell me PLEASE!