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"S-Spain...!" Lovino whimpered, stopping his sucking. "P-please.. Just p-put it in...!" The spaniard chuckled still licking the boy from behind.

"Don't leave poor Francis hanging! Relax, mi tomate. Boss will take care of you." He sat back and looked through the many toys on the bed. He picked out a padded blue box from the pile and opened it to reveal a dildo made entirely of glass. He dripped lube over his lover's twitching entrance and coated the toy with it as well. Teasingly, he rubbed its tip up and down the boy's wet crack before slowly pushing it inside. Lovino's blush spread through his whole body as he realized what was being used to fill him. The cool smoothness of the glass seared against his hot insides. Confused by the sensation, his hole clenched, only pulling it deeper inside of him as the icy tip approached his prostate. He let out a cry, shivering uncontrollably as Antonio spun the toy in slow circles against his bundle of sensitive nerves. Warmth pooled in his belly as he felt himself slipping nearer and nearer to release.

"T-Tonio..!" he gasped ecstatically. "I-I'm g-gonna-"

"Don't you dare cum." Antonio cut him off with a sharp tongue and a strict spank. "I'm not finished with you yet." Lovino quivered and whined barely able to keep himself from toppling over the edge.

"P-please... B-Boss..." he moaned in desperation. "I-I c-can't..!" An amused Francis gave a pitying chuckle before patting the flushed boy on the head.

"Don't fret, little Romano." said the blonde. "I can take care of that." He swiftly pulled on the red ribbon holding up his hair and pushed Lovino onto his back. Smiling sweetly, he tied it into a pretty bow at the base of the boy's shivering length. Lovino whimpered at the tightness around his cock, knowing full well that he would not be granted release until his caretaker saw fit.

Ludwig cupped the Italian's face in his hands, tenderly caressing his forehead with his lips. He trailed soft kisses up and down the body of the trembling man underneath him, claiming every new area as his own. Feliciano's chained arms wrapped around the German's neck and his delicate hands held tightly to the man that he loved. His body arched erotically and he mewled when the blonde began sucking his skin, leaving behind little marks that declared Feliciano as his. Ludwig lifted a hand to caress the leather collar around the boy's exposed neck. He decided that when he left their house that day, he would buy a brand new golden collar to give to Feliciano.

Not wanting to be left out, Gilbert climbed on the bed behind Feliciano and turned him over, pulling his head into his lap once again. Feliciano's eyes closed and he immediately put his mouth to work sucking on the length and using his chained hands to fondle the the tightened sac. His loud moans and skilled tongue made the albino hiss in pleasure. Ludwig continued his kissing and sucking until the frail man's back was sprinkled with little blue marks. His large hands grabbed the man's plush cheeks and he fondled them roughly. He delivered a swift slaps, memorized by the waves of force that jiggled through them with every blow. He planted a wet kiss on each pinkened cheek before reaching for the clear bottle of lubricant. Pouring a generous amount into his hand, he coated his large girth and the boy's twitching hole. He slipped two wet fingers inside of him, thrusting and scissoring to stretch out his entrance. He added a third finger and shoved deep inside until he heard an ecstatic cry from the boy when he reached his prostate. His fingers rubbed and thrusted against the spot inside the man who's glistening body trembled, knees wobbling and struggling just to hold himself up. Deciding the boy was physically ready to take him, Ludwig pulled out his fingers and tugged on the leash. Gilbert's soaking member popped out of the boy's hot mouth when his head was pulled backwards and Ludwig leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Feliciano's head turned to look at the man behind him, confused as to why he hadn't entered.

"G-Germ-ma-?"

"Italy," Ludwig cut him off. A blush crept over his pale cheeks, but his face turned very serious. As much as he wanted to make Feliciano his, the boy was too dear for him to risk hurting. He searched the man's hazelnut eyes with his own baby blues, concern written all over his face. "Are you sure?"

The simple yet earnest question caught Feliciano by surprise. For a moment he could ignore the intense need that coursed through his veins. He let his heart spring in astounding love and a warm smile spread itself across his pretty face.

"Y-yes.." He breathed deeply to try and calm his shaking body while he searched for the right words reassure the loving blonde. "I-I w-want to b-belong to you, Ludwig."

Ludwig's heart nearly stopped at the sound of his name uttered from his love's tender lips. He kissed Feliciano's cheek again before pulling away. He lifted the boy off of a jealous Gilbert, wrapping his slender legs around his waist and gently lining his needy hole with his generous length. The boy's vibrating member twitched between them and his breathing grew ragged in anticipation. Ludwig's strong muscles tensed, ready to unite their radiating love, when the crash of the bedroom door being kicked off its hinges pounded against his eardrum. His protective instincts kicked in and he abruptly pushed the bewildered boy onto the bed, turning to face the intruder and keeping Feliciano safely behind him.

"Hold it right there, Germany!" Elizaveta cried, bursting into the room with a flustered Japan in tow. Over her strong shoulder was a large and seemingly suspicious black bag. Feliciano let out a wail of absolute agony, unable to believe that he'd been interrupted again. His arms flailed frantically before he wrapped them around his lover's waist from behind, pressing himself tightly into his lower back. His length shivered, still wrapped by the vibrating ring and he quivered pathetically against the broad man.

"G-German-ny..!" He moaned into the man's back, "P-pleeease! D-don't s-stop..!" Needy tears welled up in his eyes.

"I wouldn't think of it, Feliciano," Ludwig said. He turned and wrapped his strong arms around Feliciano, kissing his cheek and trying to comfort the teary-eyed boy. Seeing that Italy had calmed a bit, he again prepared himself to thrust inside, intending to ignore the intruders completely in order to give his lover what he needed.

"Excuse me, Germany-San!" Kiku suddenly exclaimed, surprising everyone including the German, who halted again to Feli's dismay. Whimpering, he buried his face into Ludwig's chest while the others watched Japan and Hungary curiously. Kiku took the large bag from Elizaveta and set it on the floor. "I do not think you all understand," he continued. Unzipping the bag quickly, he reached inside, determined not to let this incredible opportunity go. Excitedly, he held up a black, skimpy French maid dress, complete with frilly stockings, buckle-up shoes, lace panties, and a long feather duster. His face grew red with excitement as he pulled out his digital camera. "..We brought costumes!"

Poor Feliciano.. hehe. Don't forget to review! Thanks!=)

Update - If you guys have a costume idea you wanna see in the next chapter let me know! I have a few in mind but I'm open to other ideas. I'll pick my favorite ones and put them in the next chapter! Thanks!