Spamano - Untitled 3/?
anonymous
July 11 2010, 07:38:10 UTC
He was pulled roughly against the length of Spain’s body, and two strong arms wrapped around him, trapping him and closing him off from the outside world. Spain leaned down and kissed him again, and Romano tentatively angled his head to better fit their lips together. He could feel Spain smile into the kiss, and if time were frozen in that moment, Romano could forever live happily. Not that he’d admit it.
Romano could feel the words being formed against his mouth as he heard Spain say them.
“I love you, Roma.”
A tearing sensation made itself known in Romano’s chest, and his eyes burned. He took a ragged breath and fought the feeling off.
Then Spain’s hands were moving. They rubbed up and down Romano’s arms, and then spread across his back, gripping the muscles there before sliding downwards. And downwards.
Romano’s entire body burned as Spain firmly grasped his ass and kneaded it. He had two large handfuls and wouldn’t stop squeezing. Then the hands moved upwards, and the next thing Romano knew, they were sliding down against bare skin, and holy fuck. Spain had his bare ass in hand, and he wouldn’t stop pulling the cheeks apart and then pushing them back together in a circular motion, and suddenly Romano had a burning desire for something to touch in between them. His hips began to move involuntarily, in and away from Spain’s hands, and he could feel his cock begin to stand to attention.
“I’ve always thought you had the cutest little bottom, Roma,” Spain said with a chuckle as he gave the cheeks a particularly hard squeeze before slipping his hands back out from Romano’s pants. Romano let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding and discovered he had nothing to respond with. How long was always? Was it as long as Romano had been dreaming of Spain finding parts like that appealing? He wished Spain would put his hands back where they were. He wanted to be touched. If Spain wasn’t touching him, how was Romano to know if he still wanted to do this?
Spain reached up to tug at Romano’s collar and gave him a playful smirk. “I think it’s time this comes off,” he said.
Romano paused. Ok. Taking a shirt off was no big deal. Spain had seen him without a shirt plenty of times. But what about when he wanted Romano to take off… No. No thinking about that yet.
But damn it, it was beginning to feel as if Spain were entirely in control of this situation, and even though he pretty much was, Romano had a reputation to upkeep of being difficult.
“No,” he said with a glare. Spain blinked, looking momentarily confused, but then he took on a look of amusement.
“No?” Spain asked with a smile and another tug to the collar.
“No,” Romano repeated with intended finality.
“And why not?” Spain asked in a sing-song voice. His fingers released the collar and began to run along the neckline of Romano’s shirt.
“Cause you can’t tell me what to do, dammit!” Romano snapped, and then Spain actually had the gall to laugh and rub their noses together.
“Aaaw,” he cooed. “I was wondering when my fiery little Roma was going to snap out of his daze and make things difficult for me.”
Romano shouldn’t have felt hot from those words, but he did. There was something about Spain reacting to his disobedience with perfect calm, even amusement, that made Romano a little weak. He could get anyone to yell at him with his nasty comments and stubborn nature. It was only too easy. But with Spain… he could never get Spain riled up. Spain was always in control.
Always in control. Fuck.
Romano glared harder, trying to appear as if his insides weren’t fluttering. “I wasn’t in a daze, you egotistical bastard,” he said defensively. “Like hell could you do that to me.”
Spamano - Untitled 4/?
anonymous
July 11 2010, 07:40:30 UTC
A tearing sensation made itself known in Romano’s chest, and his eyes burned. He took a ragged breath and fought the feeling off.
Then Spain’s hands were moving. They rubbed up and down Romano’s arms, and then spread across his back, gripping the muscles there before sliding downwards. And downwards.
Romano’s entire body burned as Spain firmly grasped his ass and kneaded it. He had two large handfuls and wouldn’t stop squeezing. Then the hands moved upwards, and the next thing Romano knew, they were sliding down against bare skin, and holy fuck. Spain had his bare ass in hand, and he wouldn’t stop pulling the cheeks apart and then pushing them back together in a circular motion, and suddenly Romano had a burning desire for something to touch in between them. His hips began to move involuntarily, in and away from Spain’s hands, and he could feel his cock begin to stand to attention.
“I’ve always thought you had the cutest little bottom, Roma,” Spain said with a chuckle as he gave the cheeks a particularly hard squeeze before slipping his hands back out from Romano’s pants. Romano let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding and discovered he had nothing to respond with. How long was always? Was it as long as Romano had been dreaming of Spain finding parts like that appealing? He wished Spain would put his hands back where they were. He wanted to be touched. If Spain wasn’t touching him, how was Romano to know if he still wanted to do this?
Spain reached up to tug at Romano’s collar and gave him a playful smirk. “I think it’s time this comes off,” he said.
Romano paused. Ok. Taking a shirt off was no big deal. Spain had seen him without a shirt plenty of times. But what about when he wanted Romano to take off… No. No thinking about that yet.
But damn it, it was beginning to feel as if Spain were entirely in control of this situation, and even though he pretty much was, Romano had a reputation to upkeep of being difficult.
“No,” he said with a glare. Spain blinked, looking momentarily confused, but then he took on a look of amusement.
“No?” Spain asked with a smile and another tug to the collar.
“No,” Romano repeated with intended finality.
“And why not?” Spain asked in a sing-song voice. His fingers released the collar and began to run along the neckline of Romano’s shirt.
“Cause you can’t tell me what to do, dammit!” Romano snapped, and then Spain actually had the gall to laugh and rub their noses together.
“Aaaw,” he cooed. “I was wondering when my fiery little Roma was going to snap out of his daze and make things difficult for me.”
Romano shouldn’t have felt hot from those words, but he did. There was something about Spain reacting to his disobedience with perfect calm, even amusement, that made Romano a little weak. He could get anyone to yell at him with his nasty comments and stubborn nature. It was only too easy. But with Spain… he could never get Spain riled up. Spain was always in control.
Always in control. Fuck.
Romano glared harder, trying to appear as if his insides weren’t fluttering. “I wasn’t in a daze, you egotistical bastard,” he said defensively. “Like hell could you do that to me.”
“Ah, but I think I could,” Spain said with a glint in his eye. He dragged his fingers down Romano’s chest and began rubbing his nipples through the soft cotton of his shirt. Romano blushed, and his nipples hardened enthusiastically from the contact. Spain began pinching the left one as he ran his finger in circles about the right one. “Do you like this, Roma?” Spain asked, smug, as if he already knew the answer.
“No,” Romano spat. But he could feel his half-hard cock hardening further against the fabric of his pants, and he hoped Spain didn’t notice. Despite what they were doing, there was still something so humiliating about the thought of Spain seeing him aroused. He fought desperately against the urge to move his hips and tried to press his thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that was steadily building between his legs.
Spamano - Untitled 5/?
anonymous
July 11 2010, 07:41:48 UTC
Spain chuckled and gave each of Romano’s nipples a semi-painful twist that caused Romano to give an embarrassing cry. He gritted his teeth together and looked down, unable to meet Spain’s eyes after that little noise.
Spain was hard.
Fire tore through every part of Romano’s body as he stared uncomprehendingly at the prominent bulge in the front of Spain’s black slacks. He felt hotter than he had ever felt before. Spain’s cock. Spain’s cock was hard and right there and Romano had been the one to make it that way. And it was Spain’s fucking cock, and Romano needed it. He needed it more than he had needed anything else in his entire life. He needed to see it, he needed to touch it. He wanted it so badly, it hurt. His own cock was fully awake now, and straining to reach Spain’s. He didn’t even notice how tightly he was gripping onto Spain’s arms, or how his hips were giving small jerks as he fought the temptation to grind himself hard into the other.
Spain laid his hand over Romano’s and then gently pulled it away from its vice grip on his arm. He guided it downwards until he placed it over his erection and then glanced up to see his Roma’s reaction.
Romano had frozen, and his face was redder than Spain had ever seen it.
“You look-“ Spain began.
“Shut up,” Romano said between gritted teeth. He didn’t know what to do. He was touching it. Touching Spain’s cock. Oh fuck, this was so unreal and so incredibly hot.
Spain smiled and began to move Romano’s hand up and down the length of the bulge. Romano’s lips parted slightly, and he trembled, feeling unbelievably turned on.
“Mm,” Spain hummed, leaning forward. “My sexy little Roma. Look. Look at what you do to me.”
Spain wasn’t sure what exactly he said that did it, but in the next moment Romano had slammed their mouths together and was kissing him desperately, pushed onto the tips of his toes, his arms wrapped tightly around Spain’s neck.
“Fuck,” Spain heard Romano groan in between kisses. “Fuck.” Kiss. “Fuck.” Tongue. “FUCK!”
“R-roma?”
“Nnn.” Romano continued to move his lips frantically against Spain’s, and the boss was beginning to feel a little too hot. He had waited a long long time to get Romano into his bed, and now he had his henchman’s lithe little body pressed tightly along the length of his own, and he could feel Romano’s cock, hard and heavy, against his thigh. And… and… oh fuck. Romano was actually beginning to hump his leg. He turned his head away from Romano’s kisses, swallowed, and then forcibly pushed his henchman away.
That was a mistake. He watched as Romano’s face went from confused, to incredibly hurt, to incredibly embarrassed, and finally to his usual angry front.
“What the hell, bastard?” Romano cried. “I thought this was what you wanted!”
“It is,” Spain began. But I’ll lose it if you go crazy like that.
“Then what the fuck are you pushing me away for!” Romano’s voice broke slightly on the last word. “Am I not good enough for you or something?!”
“What? No!-“
“Am I not doing it good enough?!” Romano was furious, clenching his hands into tight fists at his sides. “It’s the fucking first time! Sorry I don’t fucking fuck everything that fucking moves like that pervert bastard France does to get so much practice!”
“Romano, please,” Spain said, raising his hands in a placating gesture.
“Or are you fucking disappointed it’s ME instead of Veneziano?!”
The room fell silent.
Spain gaped at Romano as his henchman flushed and took several deep breaths.
“Why would I want to sleep with your brother?” Spain asked, honestly confused. He wrinkled up his nose and tried to picture having Veneziano in his bed. All he could picture was Veneziano dressed in ridiculous pajamas, jumping up and down on the mattress and laughing. It was a cute picture, sure, but…
“Don’t act stupid,” Romano spat, and he abruptly jerked his head away to glare at the ceiling, his eyes suspiciously bright. “You’ve always wanted my stupid brother; you’ve just had to settle for me.”
“…You really think that?” Spain asked quietly.
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” Romano replied in a choked voice. He dragged his arm roughly across his eyes.
OP fell in love
anonymous
July 11 2010, 11:48:16 UTC
THIS!!! It's hot and cute and poor Romano for thinking like that! I love all those mixed feelings in this story! Anon you're truly amazing and you never really wrote any fills before? I can't believe you >w<
“Romano, I would give up every tomato in the world for you if that’s what it would take.” Ok it fits for Spamno but i would roll on the flor and laugh if a guy said that to me!
Re: Spamano - Untitled 5/?
anonymous
July 11 2010, 18:32:52 UTC
Ooh, I really like how you're handling Romano's characterization - he's so him while going along with this situation just right. More soon, please please please?
Previous DenNoranon says UNF. Good Lord. I've always had a soft spot for self-consciously wangsting tsunderes. /// You've made failanon's night with this puddle of win. Don't stop!
Spamano - Untitled 6/?
anonymous
July 25 2010, 01:49:03 UTC
Well, this authoranon is back, and she wants to say how terribly terribly sorry she is. >_< I had no ides that my life would be completely eaten up by summer college courses and work. And, well, honestly I feel like this story is made of so much fail -_-;;; I was going to try and finish it before posting, but I figured I may as well give you the small continuance I have written to prove that I haven't just abandoned it. So, here's the next small bit, and I'm sorry if it's completely lame... Hopefully this time I won't mess up so much at posting it XD
Spain wasn’t quite sure what to think. Had Romano been thinking about his brother this entire time? That was a little… disappointing. He had rather hoped that his henchman wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but Spain and all of the amazing feelings he’d give him.
The room was very quiet, and then all of a sudden Romano turned around… and began to leave.
Spain’s mouth dropped open. What the hell did he think he was doing?!
“H-hey! Where are you going?!” Spain cried after him.
Romano didn’t even break his stride as he shouted back, “This was a stupid idea! I should have never agreed to have- to do this with you! I shouldn’t have even agreed to be your boyf- your stupid partner! Just leave me alone! I FUCKING HATE YOU!” On the last word Romano broke into a run.
Well, there was really only one thing for that.
Spain tore after him. And damn, it was uncomfortable to run half-hard. Spain had a strange admiration for Romano’s mastery of running away from any situation he so pleased.
Romano was running as fast as he could, and he was grateful he had the layout of Spain’s house memorized because everything was very blurry at the moment. He wasn’t… crying. His eyes just had the tendency to water sometimes. A lot of the time. Mostly when Spain wasn’t around or when he was being an idiot.
Never mind, he never had watery eyes over Spain.
Then suddenly he felt the wind knocked out of him and his entire world turned upside down for one disconcerting moment. And the next thing he knew, he was face to face with the last person he wanted to see.
“Romano,” Spain began, his chest heaving. “Listen to me.”
“FUCK YOU!” Romano punched him in the chest. “I don’t want to listen to any damn thing you have to say!” He punched him again in the side. “Just go tell it to fucking Veneziano!”
“Veneziano again?” Spain sounded just the slightest bit irritated, but all Romano could hear was his brother’s name falling from Spain’s lips. He hated it. He hated it more than potatoes or the potato bastards who ate them. He didn’t want Spain to think about Veneziano ever. He didn’t want Spain to think about anyone but him damnit. He punched his boss again in the same spot he punched him the first time, just for good measure.
“That hurts, you know,” Spain said with a pout.
“That’s the fucking point, bastard.”
There was quiet for a moment, and then Spain reached up to gently run a thumb underneath Romano’s left eye. Romano flushed and glared at Spain’s chest. He wasn’t crying, damnit.
“You know,” Spain began thoughtfully. “There’s a reason that I’m here with you and not your brother.”
“Because that potato bastard would have kicked your ass,” Romano replied.
“Ah, Roma,” Spain purred. His hand slid up and tangled in his henchman’s hair, brushing against that one curl that caused Romano’s breath to hitch. “I think you know that when I want something, I get it. No exceptions.” Fuck, why did no one ever see this side of Spain but Romano?!
“S-so,” Romano stuttered, trying to ignore the little jolts of pleasure as Spain began to slowly wrap the curl around his finger. “So why i-is-“ He gasped as Spain gave the curl a sharp yank. “Ch-chi- Why is it that I-I’m here and n-not Vene-“ He shuddered as Spain slowly slipped his finger out of the curl of hair.
“Because I don’t want Veneziano,” Spain said. “I want you.”
Spamano - Untitled 7/?
anonymous
July 25 2010, 01:50:42 UTC
Romano got his breathing under control from the attention to his curl and resumed glaring at Spain’s chest. He wanted Romano? Yeah right. What the hell had Romano ever done to earn Spain’s love? Deliberately disobey his orders? Call him names and try to inflict as much bodily harm on his person as possible? It wasn’t like Romano wanted Spain to love him or anything, but if he did, well, he had kind of fucked up his chances. And now his heart was swelling because of a lie, and fuck if he didn’t wish he had some way to know for sure whether he was really the one Spain wanted or not.
Romano’s voice was barely a whisper, “Prove it.”
For a moment nothing happened, and Romano closed his eyes tightly, unable to believe he had just placed himself in the perfect position to have his heart trampled on. And then for the second time that day, he found himself without solid ground beneath his feet.
“What the hell?!” Romano burst out on instinct, and when he realized that he was being held bridal-style in Spain’s arms his face turned bright red and he struggled to get down. “Let go of me, you bastard! I’m not a fucking girl!”
Spain held fast, and when Romano finally began to realize he wasn’t about to have his demands fulfilled, he stopped struggling, crossed his arms, and scowled. Spain smiled and began to speak as he made his way back to the room, acting as if carrying Romano to the room was as easy as carrying a fresh pile of sheets.
“I love you, Roma,” He murmured. “More than anything in the world. What will it take to make you see that?”
Romano swallowed hard. What indeed. Romano couldn’t think of a single thing Spain could say that would permanently erase the constant doubts plaguing his mind. Tell me that I’m good enough for you. Tell me that you love me more than Veneziano. Tell me that your life would be incomplete without me. Give me some kind of indication that I mean as much to you as you mean to-
They came to a stop in front of the bedroom door, staring at the dark wood for a moment before Spain suddenly kicked it open with a bang.
“Watch it, bastard!” Romano cried as he slipped slightly from Spain’s grip.
“I’ve become inspired!” Spain announced joyfully, taking long strides towards the bed before depositing Romano haphazardly onto the mattress. Romano struggled to untangle himself from the covers before sitting up and glaring at his idiot boss. “I’ve decided,” Spain continued. “That instead of trying to explain with words how I feel, I’m going to both tell you and show you!”
Romano blinked and then suddenly the earlier activities that had been interrupted came back to him in a dizzying rush.
I almost forgot!
anonymous
July 25 2010, 01:58:31 UTC
I completely forgot to say thank you to everyone who left a comment for this fic! <3 Every one made me smile, and I hope that I don't disappoint too badly with the parts to come.
Re: Spamano - Untitled 7/?
anonymous
July 25 2010, 03:44:44 UTC
Oh Spain, sometimes your way with words is so lacking. Maybe showing him how you feel will actually work out better for you. ... Okay, showing him your passion definitely a good idea, yeah. XD
Romano could feel the words being formed against his mouth as he heard Spain say them.
“I love you, Roma.”
A tearing sensation made itself known in Romano’s chest, and his eyes burned. He took a ragged breath and fought the feeling off.
Then Spain’s hands were moving. They rubbed up and down Romano’s arms, and then spread across his back, gripping the muscles there before sliding downwards. And downwards.
Romano’s entire body burned as Spain firmly grasped his ass and kneaded it. He had two large handfuls and wouldn’t stop squeezing. Then the hands moved upwards, and the next thing Romano knew, they were sliding down against bare skin, and holy fuck. Spain had his bare ass in hand, and he wouldn’t stop pulling the cheeks apart and then pushing them back together in a circular motion, and suddenly Romano had a burning desire for something to touch in between them. His hips began to move involuntarily, in and away from Spain’s hands, and he could feel his cock begin to stand to attention.
“I’ve always thought you had the cutest little bottom, Roma,” Spain said with a chuckle as he gave the cheeks a particularly hard squeeze before slipping his hands back out from Romano’s pants. Romano let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding and discovered he had nothing to respond with. How long was always? Was it as long as Romano had been dreaming of Spain finding parts like that appealing? He wished Spain would put his hands back where they were. He wanted to be touched. If Spain wasn’t touching him, how was Romano to know if he still wanted to do this?
Spain reached up to tug at Romano’s collar and gave him a playful smirk. “I think it’s time this comes off,” he said.
Romano paused. Ok. Taking a shirt off was no big deal. Spain had seen him without a shirt plenty of times. But what about when he wanted Romano to take off… No. No thinking about that yet.
But damn it, it was beginning to feel as if Spain were entirely in control of this situation, and even though he pretty much was, Romano had a reputation to upkeep of being difficult.
“No,” he said with a glare. Spain blinked, looking momentarily confused, but then he took on a look of amusement.
“No?” Spain asked with a smile and another tug to the collar.
“No,” Romano repeated with intended finality.
“And why not?” Spain asked in a sing-song voice. His fingers released the collar and began to run along the neckline of Romano’s shirt.
“Cause you can’t tell me what to do, dammit!” Romano snapped, and then Spain actually had the gall to laugh and rub their noses together.
“Aaaw,” he cooed. “I was wondering when my fiery little Roma was going to snap out of his daze and make things difficult for me.”
Romano shouldn’t have felt hot from those words, but he did. There was something about Spain reacting to his disobedience with perfect calm, even amusement, that made Romano a little weak. He could get anyone to yell at him with his nasty comments and stubborn nature. It was only too easy. But with Spain… he could never get Spain riled up. Spain was always in control.
Always in control. Fuck.
Romano glared harder, trying to appear as if his insides weren’t fluttering. “I wasn’t in a daze, you egotistical bastard,” he said defensively. “Like hell could you do that to me.”
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Then Spain’s hands were moving. They rubbed up and down Romano’s arms, and then spread across his back, gripping the muscles there before sliding downwards. And downwards.
Romano’s entire body burned as Spain firmly grasped his ass and kneaded it. He had two large handfuls and wouldn’t stop squeezing. Then the hands moved upwards, and the next thing Romano knew, they were sliding down against bare skin, and holy fuck. Spain had his bare ass in hand, and he wouldn’t stop pulling the cheeks apart and then pushing them back together in a circular motion, and suddenly Romano had a burning desire for something to touch in between them. His hips began to move involuntarily, in and away from Spain’s hands, and he could feel his cock begin to stand to attention.
“I’ve always thought you had the cutest little bottom, Roma,” Spain said with a chuckle as he gave the cheeks a particularly hard squeeze before slipping his hands back out from Romano’s pants. Romano let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding and discovered he had nothing to respond with. How long was always? Was it as long as Romano had been dreaming of Spain finding parts like that appealing? He wished Spain would put his hands back where they were. He wanted to be touched. If Spain wasn’t touching him, how was Romano to know if he still wanted to do this?
Spain reached up to tug at Romano’s collar and gave him a playful smirk. “I think it’s time this comes off,” he said.
Romano paused. Ok. Taking a shirt off was no big deal. Spain had seen him without a shirt plenty of times. But what about when he wanted Romano to take off… No. No thinking about that yet.
But damn it, it was beginning to feel as if Spain were entirely in control of this situation, and even though he pretty much was, Romano had a reputation to upkeep of being difficult.
“No,” he said with a glare. Spain blinked, looking momentarily confused, but then he took on a look of amusement.
“No?” Spain asked with a smile and another tug to the collar.
“No,” Romano repeated with intended finality.
“And why not?” Spain asked in a sing-song voice. His fingers released the collar and began to run along the neckline of Romano’s shirt.
“Cause you can’t tell me what to do, dammit!” Romano snapped, and then Spain actually had the gall to laugh and rub their noses together.
“Aaaw,” he cooed. “I was wondering when my fiery little Roma was going to snap out of his daze and make things difficult for me.”
Romano shouldn’t have felt hot from those words, but he did. There was something about Spain reacting to his disobedience with perfect calm, even amusement, that made Romano a little weak. He could get anyone to yell at him with his nasty comments and stubborn nature. It was only too easy. But with Spain… he could never get Spain riled up. Spain was always in control.
Always in control. Fuck.
Romano glared harder, trying to appear as if his insides weren’t fluttering. “I wasn’t in a daze, you egotistical bastard,” he said defensively. “Like hell could you do that to me.”
“Ah, but I think I could,” Spain said with a glint in his eye. He dragged his fingers down Romano’s chest and began rubbing his nipples through the soft cotton of his shirt. Romano blushed, and his nipples hardened enthusiastically from the contact. Spain began pinching the left one as he ran his finger in circles about the right one. “Do you like this, Roma?” Spain asked, smug, as if he already knew the answer.
“No,” Romano spat. But he could feel his half-hard cock hardening further against the fabric of his pants, and he hoped Spain didn’t notice. Despite what they were doing, there was still something so humiliating about the thought of Spain seeing him aroused. He fought desperately against the urge to move his hips and tried to press his thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that was steadily building between his legs.
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Spain was hard.
Fire tore through every part of Romano’s body as he stared uncomprehendingly at the prominent bulge in the front of Spain’s black slacks. He felt hotter than he had ever felt before. Spain’s cock. Spain’s cock was hard and right there and Romano had been the one to make it that way. And it was Spain’s fucking cock, and Romano needed it. He needed it more than he had needed anything else in his entire life. He needed to see it, he needed to touch it. He wanted it so badly, it hurt. His own cock was fully awake now, and straining to reach Spain’s. He didn’t even notice how tightly he was gripping onto Spain’s arms, or how his hips were giving small jerks as he fought the temptation to grind himself hard into the other.
Spain laid his hand over Romano’s and then gently pulled it away from its vice grip on his arm. He guided it downwards until he placed it over his erection and then glanced up to see his Roma’s reaction.
Romano had frozen, and his face was redder than Spain had ever seen it.
“You look-“ Spain began.
“Shut up,” Romano said between gritted teeth. He didn’t know what to do. He was touching it. Touching Spain’s cock. Oh fuck, this was so unreal and so incredibly hot.
Spain smiled and began to move Romano’s hand up and down the length of the bulge. Romano’s lips parted slightly, and he trembled, feeling unbelievably turned on.
“Mm,” Spain hummed, leaning forward. “My sexy little Roma. Look. Look at what you do to me.”
Spain wasn’t sure what exactly he said that did it, but in the next moment Romano had slammed their mouths together and was kissing him desperately, pushed onto the tips of his toes, his arms wrapped tightly around Spain’s neck.
“Fuck,” Spain heard Romano groan in between kisses. “Fuck.” Kiss. “Fuck.” Tongue. “FUCK!”
“R-roma?”
“Nnn.” Romano continued to move his lips frantically against Spain’s, and the boss was beginning to feel a little too hot. He had waited a long long time to get Romano into his bed, and now he had his henchman’s lithe little body pressed tightly along the length of his own, and he could feel Romano’s cock, hard and heavy, against his thigh. And… and… oh fuck. Romano was actually beginning to hump his leg. He turned his head away from Romano’s kisses, swallowed, and then forcibly pushed his henchman away.
That was a mistake. He watched as Romano’s face went from confused, to incredibly hurt, to incredibly embarrassed, and finally to his usual angry front.
“What the hell, bastard?” Romano cried. “I thought this was what you wanted!”
“It is,” Spain began. But I’ll lose it if you go crazy like that.
“Then what the fuck are you pushing me away for!” Romano’s voice broke slightly on the last word. “Am I not good enough for you or something?!”
“What? No!-“
“Am I not doing it good enough?!” Romano was furious, clenching his hands into tight fists at his sides. “It’s the fucking first time! Sorry I don’t fucking fuck everything that fucking moves like that pervert bastard France does to get so much practice!”
“Romano, please,” Spain said, raising his hands in a placating gesture.
“Or are you fucking disappointed it’s ME instead of Veneziano?!”
The room fell silent.
Spain gaped at Romano as his henchman flushed and took several deep breaths.
“Why would I want to sleep with your brother?” Spain asked, honestly confused. He wrinkled up his nose and tried to picture having Veneziano in his bed. All he could picture was Veneziano dressed in ridiculous pajamas, jumping up and down on the mattress and laughing. It was a cute picture, sure, but…
“Don’t act stupid,” Romano spat, and he abruptly jerked his head away to glare at the ceiling, his eyes suspiciously bright. “You’ve always wanted my stupid brother; you’ve just had to settle for me.”
“…You really think that?” Spain asked quietly.
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” Romano replied in a choked voice. He dragged his arm roughly across his eyes.
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And this is your first fill???
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It's hot and cute and poor Romano for thinking like that! I love all those mixed feelings in this story!
Anon you're truly amazing and you never really wrote any fills before? I can't believe you >w<
“Romano, I would give up every tomato in the world for you if that’s what it would take.”
Ok it fits for Spamno but i would roll on the flor and laugh if a guy said that to me!
Please continue!
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KYAAAAA~
Spamano with Romano's insecurities is my OTP. Thank you soooo much for filling this Authnon!
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ps: romano's insecurities, you nailed them
pps: spain's about to nail them too, if you get what I mean
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Spain wasn’t quite sure what to think. Had Romano been thinking about his brother this entire time? That was a little… disappointing. He had rather hoped that his henchman wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but Spain and all of the amazing feelings he’d give him.
The room was very quiet, and then all of a sudden Romano turned around… and began to leave.
Spain’s mouth dropped open. What the hell did he think he was doing?!
“H-hey! Where are you going?!” Spain cried after him.
Romano didn’t even break his stride as he shouted back, “This was a stupid idea! I should have never agreed to have- to do this with you! I shouldn’t have even agreed to be your boyf- your stupid partner! Just leave me alone! I FUCKING HATE YOU!” On the last word Romano broke into a run.
Well, there was really only one thing for that.
Spain tore after him. And damn, it was uncomfortable to run half-hard. Spain had a strange admiration for Romano’s mastery of running away from any situation he so pleased.
Romano was running as fast as he could, and he was grateful he had the layout of Spain’s house memorized because everything was very blurry at the moment. He wasn’t… crying. His eyes just had the tendency to water sometimes. A lot of the time. Mostly when Spain wasn’t around or when he was being an idiot.
Never mind, he never had watery eyes over Spain.
Then suddenly he felt the wind knocked out of him and his entire world turned upside down for one disconcerting moment. And the next thing he knew, he was face to face with the last person he wanted to see.
“Romano,” Spain began, his chest heaving. “Listen to me.”
“FUCK YOU!” Romano punched him in the chest. “I don’t want to listen to any damn thing you have to say!” He punched him again in the side. “Just go tell it to fucking Veneziano!”
“Veneziano again?” Spain sounded just the slightest bit irritated, but all Romano could hear was his brother’s name falling from Spain’s lips. He hated it. He hated it more than potatoes or the potato bastards who ate them. He didn’t want Spain to think about Veneziano ever. He didn’t want Spain to think about anyone but him damnit. He punched his boss again in the same spot he punched him the first time, just for good measure.
“That hurts, you know,” Spain said with a pout.
“That’s the fucking point, bastard.”
There was quiet for a moment, and then Spain reached up to gently run a thumb underneath Romano’s left eye. Romano flushed and glared at Spain’s chest. He wasn’t crying, damnit.
“You know,” Spain began thoughtfully. “There’s a reason that I’m here with you and not your brother.”
“Because that potato bastard would have kicked your ass,” Romano replied.
“Ah, Roma,” Spain purred. His hand slid up and tangled in his henchman’s hair, brushing against that one curl that caused Romano’s breath to hitch. “I think you know that when I want something, I get it. No exceptions.” Fuck, why did no one ever see this side of Spain but Romano?!
“S-so,” Romano stuttered, trying to ignore the little jolts of pleasure as Spain began to slowly wrap the curl around his finger. “So why i-is-“ He gasped as Spain gave the curl a sharp yank. “Ch-chi- Why is it that I-I’m here and n-not Vene-“ He shuddered as Spain slowly slipped his finger out of the curl of hair.
“Because I don’t want Veneziano,” Spain said. “I want you.”
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Romano’s voice was barely a whisper, “Prove it.”
For a moment nothing happened, and Romano closed his eyes tightly, unable to believe he had just placed himself in the perfect position to have his heart trampled on. And then for the second time that day, he found himself without solid ground beneath his feet.
“What the hell?!” Romano burst out on instinct, and when he realized that he was being held bridal-style in Spain’s arms his face turned bright red and he struggled to get down. “Let go of me, you bastard! I’m not a fucking girl!”
Spain held fast, and when Romano finally began to realize he wasn’t about to have his demands fulfilled, he stopped struggling, crossed his arms, and scowled. Spain smiled and began to speak as he made his way back to the room, acting as if carrying Romano to the room was as easy as carrying a fresh pile of sheets.
“I love you, Roma,” He murmured. “More than anything in the world. What will it take to make you see that?”
Romano swallowed hard. What indeed. Romano couldn’t think of a single thing Spain could say that would permanently erase the constant doubts plaguing his mind. Tell me that I’m good enough for you. Tell me that you love me more than Veneziano. Tell me that your life would be incomplete without me. Give me some kind of indication that I mean as much to you as you mean to-
They came to a stop in front of the bedroom door, staring at the dark wood for a moment before Spain suddenly kicked it open with a bang.
“Watch it, bastard!” Romano cried as he slipped slightly from Spain’s grip.
“I’ve become inspired!” Spain announced joyfully, taking long strides towards the bed before depositing Romano haphazardly onto the mattress. Romano struggled to untangle himself from the covers before sitting up and glaring at his idiot boss. “I’ve decided,” Spain continued. “That instead of trying to explain with words how I feel, I’m going to both tell you and show you!”
Romano blinked and then suddenly the earlier activities that had been interrupted came back to him in a dizzying rush.
Sex.
Fuck.
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