One of these nights (2/?)
anonymous
March 20 2010, 01:33:23 UTC
writer!anon appologizes for not posting this earlier, but had to finish it and find a spanish beta. Anon, thank you for the link! Please enjoy!
[text] is the english translation
Romano bristled when Antonio’s eyes refocused on him. He would have said something else, but the chill that went down his spine, effectively shut his mouth. No, he most certainly wasn’t scared of good ol’ Spain.
Then why the hell did he shriek when the next moment he was on his back with that handsome face so close to his? Antonio’s eyes darkened considerably and Romano swallowed almost too heavy to be normal.
“Roma, háblame en español.”[Roma, speak to me in Spanish] It wasn’t a command, but it was too close for his liking. His eyes narrowed in return and glared up at Antonio.
“As I...” Hard lips pressed against his, stopping Romano before he could say anything else. He kept his lips tightly shut. Like hell could that bastard come home two hours late and start demanding things!
His head was suddenly yanked to the side, exposing the curve of his neck. Antonio slid his tongue over the sensitive skin and Romano involuntary shivered, his anger threatening to melt into something else.
“Podemos hacer esto en dos maneras - fácil o difícil, ¿cuál elegirás, Roma??”[We can do this the easy or the hard way. Which one do you choose, Roma?] his lover whispered in his ear and in return Romano tightened his lips.
“¿De verdad?, ahora…” [Really? Now...] Another lick but this time it ended with a bite.
That was it! He wasn’t going to stand around and let this idiot do whatever he wanted! Romano shoved Antonio hard and scrambled to his feet. He turned to say some insult, something about shame and limits, but next thing he knew he was off the ground, his face facing the other man’s ass.
“What the hell, bastard?! Let me go!!!” Romano could feel the anger swirl in him.
“¡Español, Roma!” [Spanish, Roma!] Antonio answered in his usual cheerful voice.
Then they were climbing the stairs and Romano wanted to kick Antonio in the ribs. Hard. He could imagine the sickening sound of bone breaking or at least the satisfying scream of pain that would follow. The only thing that stopped him was the very real possibility of Antonio dropping him on his neck and down the stairs. It wasn’t like something like this could kill someone like him, but it was still going to hurt like bitch. Then it clicked. Staircase.
“Where are you taking me, pervert?! Put me down! NOW!!” This time he did land a hard kick in the other’s stomach. The older doubled over in pain and fortunately Romano landed on his ass on the second floor.
“¡Dios…!” [God..!] Antonio wheezed out, holding his stomach, his eyes screwed in pain.
“Serves you right!” Romano got on his feet, glaring daggers at the man on the floor. He turned on his heels, full intent on leaving the house when his hands were yanked behind his back and he was pushed towards the bedroom.
[text] is the english translation
Romano bristled when Antonio’s eyes refocused on him. He would have said something else, but the chill that went down his spine, effectively shut his mouth. No, he most certainly wasn’t scared of good ol’ Spain.
Then why the hell did he shriek when the next moment he was on his back with that handsome face so close to his? Antonio’s eyes darkened considerably and Romano swallowed almost too heavy to be normal.
“Roma, háblame en español.”[Roma, speak to me in Spanish] It wasn’t a command, but it was too close for his liking. His eyes narrowed in return and glared up at Antonio.
“As I...” Hard lips pressed against his, stopping Romano before he could say anything else. He kept his lips tightly shut. Like hell could that bastard come home two hours late and start demanding things!
His head was suddenly yanked to the side, exposing the curve of his neck. Antonio slid his tongue over the sensitive skin and Romano involuntary shivered, his anger threatening to melt into something else.
“Podemos hacer esto en dos maneras - fácil o difícil, ¿cuál elegirás, Roma??”[We can do this the easy or the hard way. Which one do you choose, Roma?] his lover whispered in his ear and in return Romano tightened his lips.
“¿De verdad?, ahora…” [Really? Now...] Another lick but this time it ended with a bite.
That was it! He wasn’t going to stand around and let this idiot do whatever he wanted! Romano shoved Antonio hard and scrambled to his feet. He turned to say some insult, something about shame and limits, but next thing he knew he was off the ground, his face facing the other man’s ass.
“What the hell, bastard?! Let me go!!!” Romano could feel the anger swirl in him.
“¡Español, Roma!” [Spanish, Roma!] Antonio answered in his usual cheerful voice.
Then they were climbing the stairs and Romano wanted to kick Antonio in the ribs. Hard. He could imagine the sickening sound of bone breaking or at least the satisfying scream of pain that would follow. The only thing that stopped him was the very real possibility of Antonio dropping him on his neck and down the stairs. It wasn’t like something like this could kill someone like him, but it was still going to hurt like bitch. Then it clicked. Staircase.
“Where are you taking me, pervert?! Put me down! NOW!!” This time he did land a hard kick in the other’s stomach. The older doubled over in pain and fortunately Romano landed on his ass on the second floor.
“¡Dios…!” [God..!] Antonio wheezed out, holding his stomach, his eyes screwed in pain.
“Serves you right!” Romano got on his feet, glaring daggers at the man on the floor. He turned on his heels, full intent on leaving the house when his hands were yanked behind his back and he was pushed towards the bedroom.
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