WARNING/S: Mentions of non-consensual butt sex
A/N: This time the two Spaniards meet is set during the Habsburg era.
It was cold that night as Andrés limped around the castle in pain, not in the least bit keen to return to the warm bed in which his new husband Austria lay. He'd known that they'd have to consummate their marriage at some point, but he hadn't expected it to turn out like it did… And to say the least, he hadn't been willing. His scowl deepened in jealousy as he thought of how Antonio had received the nicer and much more gentle Austrian as his betrothed, knowing that the other wouldn't have been forced into anything. As if speaking of the devil, the other appeared almost out of thin air.
"Hola!" The cheery Spaniard greeted, before noticing Andrés's scowl and limp.
"Dios! What happened…?!"
Andrés only scowled harder, doing his best to cover up the limp as they continued to walk around the castle. God only knows why Antonio was out of bed.
"It's none of your business, gilipollas. I can take care of myself." The 2p growled.
The 1p frowned in return.
"He forced you, didn't he…?"
Andrés snarled at the other teen, who he had now grown to be the same size as.
"What the hell does it matter?! It's done now! With not even a kiss exchanged between us…!" He lashed out viciously, intimidating his 1p a little.
Antonio hung his head and bit his lip to keep from harsh words of his own, though not ones to be directed at Andrés. Taking one of the grumpy Spaniard's hands in his own, he looked up at the other, questioning whether or not to push his already shaken counterpart. Brushing his thumb across the other's cheek, he decided to give in to the temptation as it came to rest in Andrés's brown-black curls.
"Well I'm glad he didn't…"
The kiss that followed was soft and chaste, though that did little to deter the 2p Spaniard from shock. He yanked his hand away from Antonio's as the 1p broke the kiss, using it to instead cover his still tingling lips as he backed away from the other Spaniard slightly and stared at him with wide eyes. Though it may not have been Antonio's first kiss, it was Andrés's… And it shocked him that the other teen (The nicer teen!) would do such a thing out of pity. Antonio instantly regretted it.
"L-Lo siento, I-I wasn't thinking and-…!"
Andrés cut him off, a deep crimson blush adorning his face.
"Sh-Shut up! ….Dios, y-you're such an idiota…" He mumbled, following his exclamation.
He thought about storming off confused and angry, like he had many times when they were children. But this time he decided against it… Instead he grabbed Antonio by the front of his top and pulled him into another kiss, this one much more passionate and perhaps a bit less skilled than Andrés would've hoped. Antonio, unlike his 2p, took less than a second to snap out of the initial shock and kissed back with just as much fire in response. Slowly, the 1p wrapped his arms around the other and pulled their bodies flat against each other. It was only then that Andrés separated himself from Antonio, looking away from the other Spaniard as a mixture of fear and sadness filled his eyes.
"You should get back to your husband…" He grumbled, as if nothing had occurred between them.
And then he left, leaving Antonio more confused and concerned than ever before.