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"There, you look much better, figlio. Your hair was getting too long," Grandpa Roma said. Lovino looked at the thin pieces of hair around his feet with a sigh.

"Thank you," he said as the door slammed shut. It was Antonio from the sound of the boots. Lovino peeked out at the spaniard, who was setting a bag of supplies on the wobbly table next to the door and shrugging off the cloak he had to wear when he left the third floor of the inn.

"Roma, Lovino, look." Antonio pulled a folded sheet of paper out of the bag and handed it to Roma. Roma opened it and scanned the Spanish words and black and white badly drawn images.

Wanted in Barcelona for heresy:

Roma Vargas

Lovino Vargas

Antonio F. Carriedo

A reward will be given for their capture

Lovino looked over the paper next. He was in no way surprised by this. "What do you expect me to say, bas-Antonio? I knew this would happen."

Antonio took the paper back and shoved it into the bag again. "We need to be careful. We don't know how far any of this goes." Grandpa Roma crossed his arms and leaned against the table. "Yeah, but what I don't understand is how quickly they put these out, Antonio."

Antonio sat down and took his hat off. "You don't know how serious these guys are. Besides that, it's been three days. That's plenty of time for them." Lovino bit his lip and closed the curtains. "Okay, bastard, what do you think we should-"

"Did you just call him bastard, Lovi?" Grandpa Roma slapped Lovino on the back of the head. "Alzai meglio di cosi. E piu in forma in su. Scusarsi." Lovino rubbed the back of his head and pouted. "But Grandpa R-"

"Really, sir, I don't mind. It's sort of funny to me, honestly," Antonio said. He was nearly laughing from watching Roma hit Lovino. He knew he shouldn't have thought it was so funny, but it just was.

"Is that a pet name?"

Antonio turned white. "Uh, I, uh . . . "

Lovino groaned inwardly and rubbed his temples. "It's just a thing, Grandpa Roma. Please just-"

"I used to call your grandmother Noochi, you know. She hated me for it, God bless her. May she rest in peace."

"Grandpa please stop." Antonio threw his head back and laughed at Lovino's pleas.

"No, Roma, tell me more about your wife. I'm curious," Antonio said with a grin. Lovino groaned.

Grandpa Roma pulled a stool from the wall and sat down comfortably with a tall bottle of wine in tow. "This may take a while. I'll tell you how we met, first. She was gorgeous, let me tell you. She had this pale skin, you know, and dark curly hair, and . . ."

.

By the time Grandpa Roma was done talking about his wife, they were all drunk and laughing. "Ah, it's getting late." Hiccup. "'Tonio, you can sleep on the, uh, the whats it called in there. Yeah. Lovino will sleep in . . . " Hiccup. "There. And I'll be passed out in here. Ti amo, Lovino. And you're a . . . " Hiccup. "Great man, Antonio. God bless you." Roma stumbled off to his room, almost falling a few times before the door finally slammed behind him.

"Ti amo, Grandpa Roma!" Lovino turned to Antonio with a goofy smile spread across his lips. "And ti amo, bastardo, you beautiful idiota."

Antonio laughed. "You're drunk, Lovi. You're very, very drunk."

Lovino mocked Antonio. "You're drunk, too, Tonio. Veryyyy VERY drunk." Lovino let out a quiet chuckle and began the slow walk to his room. He stood in the doorway for a good minute before turning around to look at Antonio, who looked like he was going to pass out at any moment. Lovino sneered and called out to him.

"Hey you sleepy sonofabitch." Lovino unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt and pulled it down, exposing his shoulder. Antonio opened his eyes and stared at Lovino with a curious look on his face. Lovino kicked his boots off and clumsily slid his pants down. "Antoniooooo!" He fell onto his knees in a pathetic attempt to reach Antonio with his pants around his ankles. Antonio stifled a laugh. "Do you need help, querido?"

Lovino kicked off his pants finally. He tried to pull his socks off without using his hands, but that wasn't working, so he sat up and pulled them off. "Lovi, what are you doing?"

Lovino laughed lightly and gave Antonio a sloppy wink. "Ti amo, Antonio. You're so amazing and . . . " hiccup. " . . . and I want you to sleep in my bed tonight. It isn't comfortable in here."

Antonio blushed and lifted Lovino up. "Alright. Come on, mi amor." Antonio shut and locked the door as soon as he laid Lovino down on his bed. He couldn't help but notice how fantastic his legs looked. And his shoulders. And his . . . well, everything.

Antonio gulped and faced the door as he began to undress. He took his jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt. Lovino wasn't making any noises. Antonio figured he was out already. He took off his pants and finally slid his shirt off of his shoulders. When he turned around, Lovino was watching him with wide, glossy eyes. The Italian pressed his legs together and bit his lip.

Antonio raised one eyebrow. "Is there something wrong, Lovi?" Lovino quickly shook his head and crawled under the covers. Antonio grinned and slid under the covers next to Lovino, who was bright red. "Are you sure there isn't anything wrong?" Lovino nodded.

"Lovino, you're lying. Look at me, please."

Lovino turned to lay on his side. "Nothing is wrong, bastard. Everything is fine." Antonio smiled and nodded. "You're such a liar, mi querido." He sat up and swung his leg over the Italian, straddling him. Lovino's eyes widened even further and a sqeak of surprise escaped his throat. "Bastard?"

"Hm?" Antonio gave Lovino soft kisses while he waited to hear whatever the Italian was going to say to him. Lovino was only silent, though.

Soft kisses turned into passionate ones. But Antonio didn't want to spend long kissing, as bad as he felt about that. There were much better things to do than kiss, which he mentioned to Lovino who responded with a quizzical look.

"I've never done any of this before, Antonio. What are we supposed to do? Have you done this before?"

Antonio shrugged. "I've been with a woman once. But I'm sure this can't be that difficult. You might be overthinking things." Lovino nodded, but it wasn't very confident, Antonio noted.

"Antonio, do you want to?"

"I'm afraid that was a little too vague, Lovi."

"Do you want to make love?"

Antonio ran his fingers through Lovino's hair softly. "Yes, Lovi. Of course. Do you want to? We don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, I m-mean . . . I do. Honestly I'm nervous. What if I'm bad?"

Antonio chuckled. "I don't think you will be. But if you are, you can improve. Yes? And I'll be gentle. I won't lie to you, Lovino. I'm sure it will hurt at first. But I'll do everything I can to make you feel good. Do you trust me?"

Lovino nodded. "Yeah. Yes, I mean. I trust you. Antonio?"

Antonio began unbuttoning Lovino's shirt. "Yes, querido?"

"I really do love you. I mean it," he said, kissing Antonio's hand gently. Antonio smiled and pressed his nose to Lovino's. He gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"I love you too, Lovi."

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"Antonio, what do I . . . " Lovino glanced down at the white spattered across his stomach. He grabbed his shirt to wipe himself off with, but Antonio stopped him and climbed out of bed. He slid some pants on and went out of the room for a second. Lovino peeked out at him. "Antonio? B-Bastard?"

"Hold on, Lovi."

He came back with a bowl of water and a rag. Lovino watched as he pushed the rag into the water, lifted it, and squeezed out the access. The sound of the water dripping back into the bowl relaxed him. "I'm so tired, 'Tonio."

"I know you are." Antonio sat on the bed and folded the blanket down to Lovino's thighs. "This is going to be cold," he warned. Lovino flinched when Antonio wiped half of his stomach off.

"Shit. That water is freezing."

Antonio chuckled. "I know." He wiped the rest off of his stomach and wiped away the white streaks dripping down his thighs. He tossed the rag back into the water and got back in bed. The air was almost as cold as the water and his skin was prickled with goosebumps. "Do you feel a little better?"

"I never felt bad," Lovino said, smiling. He rested his head on Antonio's chest. Antonio kissed Lovino's palm and sighed. "That's good, mi amor. It's getting late. You should sleep."

"Tell me a story."

Antonio laughed. "Really? Alright. Lets see. Uh . . . okay. Once, not too long ago, actually, there lived a . . . "

Lovino shut his eyes and fell asleep with the gentle sound Antonio's voice ringing in his ears.

To Be Continued . . .