Unspoken Desires - part 3
anonymous
May 22 2011, 18:10:30 UTC
And then, he was imprisoned. In an empty and closed room, without any windows except one locked door. In the last 40 minutes, no one came in and he was starting to feel sick and tired of the entire situations. He had to finish his affairs, before fly back to Italy, which means go out of there within two hours or he would lose all his fucking money - the worse prospective - . When he was captured in that stupid bar, he expected his boys to make him escape from the prison sooner, but no one really managed to do so. Damned bunglers.
“I'd kill all of you. Wait until I escape from here.” - he sighed. The morning he arrived in Barcelona, he met a bunch of people but he didn't expected that someone could be a spy. Since when spanish intelligence service was going after him? He was sure italian police didn't know of his last movement, so who else would give that information to the spanish? Thinking about it, maybe that little brat of his brother came to know of this travel, somehow. He would talk with him, later. Regarding the man he met .. someone would dispose him.
He heard footsteps and looked up to the door. Someone was speaking Catalan behind the door and he didn't understand a single word, but the voice was soft, maybe it was a young man or something. What the fuck? Talk the fucking castilian - was Lovino's first thought.
Then the lock clicked and a plain-clothes police officer came in. The officer was young indeed, brown-haired and had green, shiny eyes, a little notebook in his hand showed some notes about the 'Vargas Family' . Lovino watched the young man approaching him and removing his handcuffs.
“Friendly approach? That won't work” - he said and smirked wolf-like.
The man looked uncomfortable and looked at his notebook, reading some informations before setting himself down in front of Lovino, dfingers in his hair and a scruffy look on him.
Lovino had the vague impression that the man was not really into this work from long time and probably someone elder than him just told him to do this task for the time being. Lovino ended up thinking that the man was new at this kind of things. “You're suspected of planning an homicide” - he came up.
Lovino gave him a puppy-kicked look, hoping he would seem unaware of what the man was talking about.
Unspoken Desires - part 4
anonymous
May 22 2011, 18:13:12 UTC
“Who would do something like this in Spain when having relax and enjoying the holyday?” “A criminal” - the man said.
“You're too predictable.” - Lovino said disappointed.
“I'm not. You'd better be serious. This isn't a joke.”
“How disappointing. I like jokes.” - he said, smirking at the man.
“Well, you' re in trouble, boy.”
“Boy?” - Lovino laughed, bitterly - “I wish”.
“We follow Vargas' family movements from a lot of time, boy. And we know pretty well who you are-”
“No, you don't. Or you wouldn't be here.” - he slapped with a sneer.
The man shifted under his gaze and looked down again at this notes. Lovino had no intentions to lower his guard. He had to get out of here, no matter what. He thought to give money to the police officer, but the man seemed really honest, so maybe he wouldn't accept anyway. As the man turn on a tape, so he would record all conversation, Romano assumed a deadpanned look. While the man seemed nervous, Romano forced himself to seem very calm. He was a businessman and this was another affair to take care of, that's all. The policeman certainly had a weakness, so he just to find out what kind of weakness.
“Are you married?” - he started. Oh my god, what a stupid question, then he thought.
“What?” - the man snapped out of his thoughts abruptly and seemed confused.
Lovino smiled. And he was sexy as hell when he did it. The policeman looked at his smile, at the curves of his lips, his red lips, and then at the pink color of his face, that seemed to burning from the amount of blood in his cheeks. The man swallowed, suddenly finding it very hard to breathe.
“I was just curious.” - Lovino said, but he wasn't. The man knew he wasn't and knew that was threat. He knew people of mafia used to intimidate other people by doing death threat to their family. Unfortunately for Lovino, the man was single and not really interested in someone.
“As I said before” - he continued - “Your position isn't easy. If you want to collaborate, maybe there's a chance for you to set things better .”
Lovino looked down on the spanish man and nodded. Of course, there was a chance. But he would never say a anything about him and his family. He leaned forward, legs and arms crossed, a smirk on his lips, making really not so much effort to look as charming as he actually was. He raised an eyebrow and asked : “So, what do you want me to do?”. The spanish blushed. Oh, yes, Lovino thought.
The policeman's eyes followed the line of Lovino's jaw and then of his neck, staring at his collarbone and at the little opening of his shirt, half-unbuttoned, pulling just a little bit away from Lovino, whose eyes was strangely calculating. “What's your name?” - Lovino said.
“I don't see how that could be any of your business.”
“It is. Your name, please.” - and how convincing Lovino could be when he looked so innocent but in the fact he wasn't. “Antonio.” - he said.
“Oh. Many Italians people have that name. I very like it.” - he said happily.
“I don' care.”
“Oh?” - Lovino said, his legs now were crossed but on the table, an eyebrow raised.
“Why were you planning of killing,” - he looked down on his notes and the looked up at Lovino again - “Angelo Catalano?” - he asked.
Unspoken Desires - part 5
anonymous
May 22 2011, 18:15:38 UTC
Lovino yawned without shame and undid another button of his shirt, the room's air slowly became suffocating.
“How long do you plan to keep doing this?” - he stood up - “I'm bored to death. And it's hot here. I said you , before. You wrong man. I'm not Vargas. I'm Alessandro Catalano. And I don't know what are you talking about.” - he finished.
Of course, that wasn't his name, but he had fake documents when the policeman arrested him. He wasn't stupid at all. But despite that, it seemed that the spanish police was following Vargas family from a lot, probably due to the fact the they were often in Spain, business or not.
Antonio shifted uncomfortable when Lovino approached him, surveyed his small body with hooded eyes, suddenly feeling his lips dry. Lovino sit himself near Antonio, a part of one leg on the table and the other leg down. Lovino was sure Antonio wasn't really paying attention to his own task, and how could he be when he made himself so easy to read. Lovno bit his bottom lip and started to thinking of something that could work with the spanish man. Well, let's try first with money, he thought.
“How much do you want?” - he asked.
“What?”
“Money. Come on, I'm sure you'd like a modest amount of money.” - he tried with nonchalance - “Everyone does.” - added convinced.
Antonio eyed the Italian with angry and disappointed eyes, like he was just dealing for the umpteenth time with a con man who pretended to know everything people wanted.
“I don't need your money. I'd like if you sit down now, thank you very much.” - he said, looking at the already semi-wet shirt of Lovino, stuck on his chest. That just caused Lovino to understand more what the spanish was searching for, or at least, what he was interested in, more than that conversation.
“I always knew I wasn't a ugly man, uh? What do you think?” - he smirked and Antonio slapped out and finally looked up at him and his illusory eyes.
“That's not the point of our conversation. Sorry, but if you keep standing here, trying to stitch me up, I have to put the handcuffs on you again.”
Than Lovino shifted. And sit himself on the man astride, legs spread inviting him.
“What-”-- the man blushed and his thought exploded when started to understand the Italian's true intentions. Lovino's thought was just I won.
“I said” - he continued as that was a normal conversation - “that I always knew I wasn't too bad. Or maybe you're just attracted by people like me. Anyway, the point is” - he talked calmly, like they weren't in a prison and he wasn't a criminal who's been captured - “you're gay.”
Antonio swallowed and made a soft sound, and Lovino rolled up his hips against Antonio's.
The man gasped and tried to push him away, but Lovino wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.
Antonio didn't deny anything and his body talked too loud, so it wasn't necessary for Lovino to hear anything else. Their eyes locked.
Unspoken Desires - part 6
anonymous
May 22 2011, 18:18:38 UTC
Antonio hesitated . He knew it was wrong but the man (or the boy? He didn't get it, juts Lovino was too young, too beautiful and too sexy for his eyes) and he didn't want to stop it, whatever it was happening.
“You're so unfair. How mean.” - he said.
“I'm not. I'm too kind, indeed. If you get me out of here, I'll give you a reward. I'm always generous with people who give me a favour. I just .. pay them back with other favours. Which means that you can ask anything in this moment.”
“You play dirty.”
“I never said I didn't.” - and smirked.
Lovino came closer, so they were leaning chest to chest, Lovino over Antonio. The room was suffocating with the heat and Antonio inhaled a deep breath. And then he leaned up, brushing his lips over Lovino's. He kept his arms on the back of Antonio's neck to keep him there and felt the Spanish arching up.
They kissed, breathless.
And damn if Lovino's movement didn't make Antonio hard. His hips, just the movements of his beautiful hips. And God, his mouth.
Antonio pressed closer, sucking Lovino's tongue in his mouth, each one trying to dominate the other's. Lovino's tongue explored the side of Antonio's mouth, arching up against him. When they pulled away for air, Antonio's eyes, filled with lust and desire, looked up at Lovino, who did a gentle smile.
Lovino dragged his fingers from the base of Antonio's neck to the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Antonio brought his mouth towards his once more, tasting him and breathing him. Antonio was warm, very warm, beneath his shirt and under his fingers.
Antonio grabbed his backside, bringing Lovino closer and higher and run his tongue slowly across Lovino's bottom lip, fingers tightening on his shirt as he arched up in pleasure.
It wasn't enough. They both knew that contact it wasn't enough.
Lovino pulled away Antonio's shirt and his eyes surveyed the man's body, touching it with gentle caresses. Antonio removed Lovino's shirt and pulled him closer, wrapping his back.
“Eager man” - Lovino said.
Antonio didn't reply, his eyes fluttered before falling shut, his mouth again pressed against the Italian's. He hissed against his mouth and Lovino felt the erection plump up between them.
“I'll take care of you, pretty bastard.” - he promised.
“So you like man -” - The Spanish asked.
“Who knows” - was Lovino's reply.
“What?- If you're doing this, I mean..”
“Let's not talk about that. Relax and enjoy.” - he rolled again his hips against him just to see Antonio gasping.
“You're so ..”
“I'm what?”
“I don't know. I don't know who or what you are.” - Antonio said.
Lovino thought the man's coherency was gone for the time being. Good. Perfect.
Lovino's hand slipped in Antonio's trousers and sent him in another world. He moaned as Lovino's hand cupped Antonio's cock , fingers strumming along its length,curling around the tip and stroking the base. Lovino watched Antonio's face, the way his cheeks were red and his lips slightly opened, the way his brown hair spilled over his forehead, a little sweat.
Lovino worked at his belt, undoing it and removing his trousers and underwear slowly . But he pulled away and stood up, with a moan of protest from the other man. He spread Antonio's legs and smirked, then removed completely his clothes, tonguing a wet line down on Antonio's chest and leaving little bites here and there. Lovino's hand traced the line of Antonio's left leg and watched Antonio shivering from his touch, his gentle touch. His languid tongue licked his chest again up and down before sucking Antonio's nipples .
Unspoken Desires - part 7
anonymous
May 22 2011, 18:22:40 UTC
The man's breath caught.
Lovino kneeled down in front of Antonio, grasping his thighs and opening his mouth.
He swallowed Antonio.
Antonio moaned and cried out loud, curling his fingers in Lovino's hair, holding him there. It's been a long time. “Fuuuck” - he shouted .
Lovino smirked around the head of Antonio's cock and continued his task, sucking and licking, first his head, then the base of his cock and his balls. He shifted, kissing along his inner thighs, his breath hot and ragged . He did this a couple of times and Antonio hissed in pleasure but desperately wanted him on his cock. “Stop teasing me” - he said.
Lovino's tongue traced Antonio's cockhead and the length of his cock again, one hand massaging his balls and the other one his inner thigh. He swallowed Antonio again, this time relaxing his throat to take as much of Antonio as he could.
The Spanish titled his head back and stared at the ceiling, moaning at every dirty sounds and indecent noises Lovino made. It was hot, it was beautiful. The Italian drove him mad, he couldn't hear nothing but him below himself. There was just him and Lovino. Just the two of them.
He forgot everything else.
Lovino's tongue, oh, what an evil thing it was.
“I'm-” , the Spanish started to say but abruptly stopped himself when Lovino pulled away, moaning in protest.
“Ehy ..”
“Relax, Antonio.” - Lovino pronounced his name with emphasis.
“What are you doing?” - he said.
Lovino undid his belt and pulled his trousers and underwear down, which made Antonio's breath caught. Eyes wide, he stared at Lovino, looking confused again.
Lovino smirked and removed entirely his trousers, spreading his legs and sitting again himself on Antonio, “Don't worry, man. Relax.”
He licked his fingers and .. pushed them behind his back. Antonio's eyes widened more if that were possible. He watched the way Lovino arched and moaned, his fingers stretching himself.
“You are ..” - Antonio said when he started to understand Lovino's intention. For just one moment, he thought Lovino wanted to fuck him, but instead he was .. fucking himself?
Lovino's eyes fall shut and he licked his lips, a drop of sweat went down his forehead. Antonio leaned forward and licked it. Lovino's fingers keep working into himself, stretching and pushing.
After a while, he removed them and planted his hands on the back of the chair.
He inched himself onto Antonio and bit his lips. Antonio gasped and hold Lovino's hips, watching the Italian's face with hooded eyes.
It hurt. But it also felt good. Lovino's face was a mixture of feeling. He spread his legs more, accommodating Antonio's hard cock.
Then he rolled his hips and Antonio cried out. He slowly started to go up and down, hissing in pleasure and also in pain. Antonio eyes were shut and his lips parted as Lovino started to keep a pace.
“A-ah..” - he began, his face red as if he was burning from the heat.
“Hnng, yes.” - Lovino said, intelligently. His voice was caught in his throat, he shouted some sort of profanity.
Antonio blushed various shade of red and guided Lovino's hips down, raising his pace as their enthusiasm grew and thrusting up into Lovino, meeting him halfway .
“Porca puttana” - he said.
The Spanish wrapped his hand around Lovino's waist, pulling him closer and saying dirty things in Spanish that Lovino understood pretty much.
Antonio's hips snapped once, going deep into Lovino, a shiver down his spine as he felt himself quivering. Lovino felt warmth spread inside him and hung onto the Spanish, listening at his fast heartbeat. They stayed a moment silent before Antonio wrapped Lovino's cock with his hand and started to pumping hin, face flushed and expression sated.
“Yes, like that.”
Antonio speeded up and watched Lovino's face, so red, so beautiful, so -
He liked him. A lot. It's not like he had sex with everyone, above all, with suspected criminals. He liked Lovino so much from the first sight. Lovino had something charming, sexy, lovely, Antonio couldn't find a proper words to describe what he felt in that moment, when he hold the Italian in his amrs. If only that little man wasn't a mafioso. If only they could -
Unspoken Desires - part 8 (end)
anonymous
May 22 2011, 18:23:17 UTC
Lovino cried out and came on Antonio's chest.
He was a policeman, damn. He couldn't let his guard down like this.
Lovino stayed a minute against Antonio's shoulder, than his vision began to sharpen and his mind began to focus again. He slowly pulled away and stood up, collecting his own clothes and dressing up, his face still red and his body filled with sweat. When he finished, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against Antonio's chest, cleaning him up and licking his own cum.
“Oh, God..”
“I always do my job very well”
“I'm so sure”
“But you seem surprised, anyway”
“I'm. You can seem so innocent and so.. evil. I don't know.”
Lovino finished his task and looked up at Antonio.
“I'm such a wonder.” - and laughed, a bit helplessly and Antonio found him so pretty, as if he wasn't the bad person he actually was.
He heard a click and found himself handcuffed to the chair.
“What? - Ehy.”
Lovino stuffed his hands in his pocket and pulled out the keys of the room, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Antonio's lips.
“Sorry” - he said with a gentle smile, as if he was really sorry about that.
“Addio” - he said and headed towards the door.
“Wait, Lovino!” - Antonio shouted.
Lovino turned and looked surprised hearing his name with that sexy spanish accent.
“I want to see you again” - Antonio said, against every logic.
Lovino's eyes widened and swallowed thickly. The man's words made no sense, he knew it, but he understood him. He got it. “I … will contact you, eventually.” - he said and knew he also made no sense .
“But please, leave this job” he said laughing and then got out of there.
Unspoken Desires - Notes
anonymous
May 22 2011, 18:25:50 UTC
Notes
Palau Aguilar (Picasso Museum in Barcelona), Cathedral of Santa Eulalia, La Rambla (a street in central Barcelona, popular with both tourists and locals alike).
Sangria is a wine punch typical of Portugal and Spain.
Pizzino is an Italian language, the word derived from Sicilian language. Ot's now widely used to refer to small slips of paper that the Sicilian mafia uses for high-level communications. Sicilian mafia boss Bernardo Provenzano is among those best known for using pizzini. They use them in order to prevent possible interception by law enforcement.
Castilian is an alternative name for the Spanish language. Catalan is the national and the only official language of Andorra, and a co-official language in the Spanish autonomous communities of Catalonia, the Balearic Islands and Valencian Communi. Italians understand Spanish pretty well even if they didn't study it, but not Catalan. That's why Lovino prefer the first one.
“Porca puttana” - Italian, it's like “fucking hell” or “holy shit”.
Oh my gosh, THE TWIST. Man, I was just thinking Lovino would boringly blow Antonio and sweet-talk him into letting him go, and when they were all moaning and having full-on sex I was like, 'but wait, isn't the tape recording the whole thing?' And then Lovino HANDCUFFS HIM TO THE GOSH-DARNED CHAIR! And walks out. Genius! I request a final chapter where his boss finds him still cuffed to the chair with his pants round his ankles. Awkward! And thanks for making Romano the kind of person who jaunts around art museums in between missions. I like me some cultured!villains. My first request got filled. I feel so lucky. Thanks anon! So wait...there were THREE potential anons floating about?
Oh my god, I'm so happy you liked it ;A; Ahah, yes, Lovino is such a bastard until the very end, and also Antonio is so easy to fool ♥ Do you want an extra chapter? And would you prefer also Lovino in it or just something awkward/comic with Antonio and his boss? Let me know! :3 Anyways, yes, there were three anons! Your plot was just too awesome! I was thinking a long ago about a story where Lovino acted like a bastard and .. you came up with this *.* So, thank you for making this request.
Oooh, something awkward/comic with Antonio's boss - 'uh...uh...SIR HE RAPED ME!' 'Nice try, son.' - you could chuck in some Lovino afterwards if you felt like it, but I don't want to work you too hard! Also, why has LJ's layout suddenly gone all extended and wierd? And this is a question for anyone: what's recaptcha?
“I'd kill all of you. Wait until I escape from here.” - he sighed.
The morning he arrived in Barcelona, he met a bunch of people but he didn't expected that someone could be a spy. Since when spanish intelligence service was going after him? He was sure italian police didn't know of his last movement, so who else would give that information to the spanish? Thinking about it, maybe that little brat of his brother came to know of this travel, somehow. He would talk with him, later. Regarding the man he met .. someone would dispose him.
He heard footsteps and looked up to the door. Someone was speaking Catalan behind the door and he didn't understand a single word, but the voice was soft, maybe it was a young man or something. What the fuck? Talk the fucking castilian - was Lovino's first thought.
Then the lock clicked and a plain-clothes police officer came in. The officer was young indeed, brown-haired and had green, shiny eyes, a little notebook in his hand showed some notes about the 'Vargas Family' . Lovino watched the young man approaching him and removing his handcuffs.
“Friendly approach? That won't work” - he said and smirked wolf-like.
The man looked uncomfortable and looked at his notebook, reading some informations before setting himself down in front of Lovino, dfingers in his hair and a scruffy look on him.
Lovino had the vague impression that the man was not really into this work from long time and probably someone elder than him just told him to do this task for the time being. Lovino ended up thinking that the man was new at this kind of things.
“You're suspected of planning an homicide” - he came up.
Lovino gave him a puppy-kicked look, hoping he would seem unaware of what the man was talking about.
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“A criminal” - the man said.
“You're too predictable.” - Lovino said disappointed.
“I'm not. You'd better be serious. This isn't a joke.”
“How disappointing. I like jokes.” - he said, smirking at the man.
“Well, you' re in trouble, boy.”
“Boy?” - Lovino laughed, bitterly - “I wish”.
“We follow Vargas' family movements from a lot of time, boy. And we know pretty well who you are-”
“No, you don't. Or you wouldn't be here.” - he slapped with a sneer.
The man shifted under his gaze and looked down again at this notes.
Lovino had no intentions to lower his guard. He had to get out of here, no matter what. He thought to give money to the police officer, but the man seemed really honest, so maybe he wouldn't accept anyway. As the man turn on a tape, so he would record all conversation, Romano assumed a deadpanned look. While the man seemed nervous, Romano forced himself to seem very calm. He was a businessman and this was another affair to take care of, that's all. The policeman certainly had a weakness, so he just to find out what kind of weakness.
“Are you married?” - he started. Oh my god, what a stupid question, then he thought.
“What?” - the man snapped out of his thoughts abruptly and seemed confused.
Lovino smiled. And he was sexy as hell when he did it. The policeman looked at his smile, at the curves of his lips, his red lips, and then at the pink color of his face, that seemed to burning from the amount of blood in his cheeks. The man swallowed, suddenly finding it very hard to breathe.
“I was just curious.” - Lovino said, but he wasn't. The man knew he wasn't and knew that was threat. He knew people of mafia used to intimidate other people by doing death threat to their family. Unfortunately for Lovino, the man was single and not really interested in someone.
“As I said before” - he continued - “Your position isn't easy. If you want to collaborate, maybe there's a chance for you to set things better .”
Lovino looked down on the spanish man and nodded. Of course, there was a chance. But he would never say a anything about him and his family. He leaned forward, legs and arms crossed, a smirk on his lips, making really not so much effort to look as charming as he actually was. He raised an eyebrow and asked : “So, what do you want me to do?”. The spanish blushed.
Oh, yes, Lovino thought.
The policeman's eyes followed the line of Lovino's jaw and then of his neck, staring at his collarbone and at the little opening of his shirt, half-unbuttoned, pulling just a little bit away from Lovino, whose eyes was strangely calculating.
“What's your name?” - Lovino said.
“I don't see how that could be any of your business.”
“It is. Your name, please.” - and how convincing Lovino could be when he looked so innocent but in the fact he wasn't.
“Antonio.” - he said.
“Oh. Many Italians people have that name. I very like it.” - he said happily.
“I don' care.”
“Oh?” - Lovino said, his legs now were crossed but on the table, an eyebrow raised.
“Why were you planning of killing,” - he looked down on his notes and the looked up at Lovino again - “Angelo Catalano?” - he asked.
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“How long do you plan to keep doing this?” - he stood up - “I'm bored to death. And it's hot here. I said you , before. You wrong man. I'm not Vargas. I'm Alessandro Catalano. And I don't know what are you talking about.” - he finished.
Of course, that wasn't his name, but he had fake documents when the policeman arrested him. He wasn't stupid at all. But despite that, it seemed that the spanish police was following Vargas family from a lot, probably due to the fact the they were often in Spain, business or not.
Antonio shifted uncomfortable when Lovino approached him, surveyed his small body with hooded eyes, suddenly feeling his lips dry. Lovino sit himself near Antonio, a part of one leg on the table and the other leg down.
Lovino was sure Antonio wasn't really paying attention to his own task, and how could he be when he made himself so easy to read. Lovno bit his bottom lip and started to thinking of something that could work with the spanish man.
Well, let's try first with money, he thought.
“How much do you want?” - he asked.
“What?”
“Money. Come on, I'm sure you'd like a modest amount of money.” - he tried with nonchalance - “Everyone does.” - added convinced.
Antonio eyed the Italian with angry and disappointed eyes, like he was just dealing for the umpteenth time with a con man who pretended to know everything people wanted.
“I don't need your money. I'd like if you sit down now, thank you very much.” - he said, looking at the already semi-wet shirt of Lovino, stuck on his chest. That just caused Lovino to understand more what the spanish was searching for, or at least, what he was interested in, more than that conversation.
“I always knew I wasn't a ugly man, uh? What do you think?” - he smirked and Antonio slapped out and finally looked up at him and his illusory eyes.
“That's not the point of our conversation. Sorry, but if you keep standing here, trying to stitch me up, I have to put the handcuffs on you again.”
Than Lovino shifted. And sit himself on the man astride, legs spread inviting him.
“What-”-- the man blushed and his thought exploded when started to understand the Italian's true intentions. Lovino's thought was just I won.
“I said” - he continued as that was a normal conversation - “that I always knew I wasn't too bad. Or maybe you're just attracted by people like me. Anyway, the point is” - he talked calmly, like they weren't in a prison and he wasn't a criminal who's been captured - “you're gay.”
Antonio swallowed and made a soft sound, and Lovino rolled up his hips against Antonio's.
The man gasped and tried to push him away, but Lovino wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.
Antonio didn't deny anything and his body talked too loud, so it wasn't necessary for Lovino to hear anything else.
Their eyes locked.
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“You're so unfair. How mean.” - he said.
“I'm not. I'm too kind, indeed. If you get me out of here, I'll give you a reward. I'm always generous with people who give me a favour. I just .. pay them back with other favours. Which means that you can ask anything in this moment.”
“You play dirty.”
“I never said I didn't.” - and smirked.
Lovino came closer, so they were leaning chest to chest, Lovino over Antonio. The room was suffocating with the heat and Antonio inhaled a deep breath. And then he leaned up, brushing his lips over Lovino's. He kept his arms on the back of Antonio's neck to keep him there and felt the Spanish arching up.
They kissed, breathless.
And damn if Lovino's movement didn't make Antonio hard. His hips, just the movements of his beautiful hips. And God, his mouth.
Antonio pressed closer, sucking Lovino's tongue in his mouth, each one trying to dominate the other's. Lovino's tongue explored the side of Antonio's mouth, arching up against him. When they pulled away for air, Antonio's eyes, filled with lust and desire, looked up at Lovino, who did a gentle smile.
Lovino dragged his fingers from the base of Antonio's neck to the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Antonio brought his mouth towards his once more, tasting him and breathing him. Antonio was warm, very warm, beneath his shirt and under his fingers.
Antonio grabbed his backside, bringing Lovino closer and higher and run his tongue slowly across Lovino's bottom lip, fingers tightening on his shirt as he arched up in pleasure.
It wasn't enough. They both knew that contact it wasn't enough.
Lovino pulled away Antonio's shirt and his eyes surveyed the man's body, touching it with gentle caresses. Antonio removed Lovino's shirt and pulled him closer, wrapping his back.
“Eager man” - Lovino said.
Antonio didn't reply, his eyes fluttered before falling shut, his mouth again pressed against the Italian's. He hissed against his mouth and Lovino felt the erection plump up between them.
“I'll take care of you, pretty bastard.” - he promised.
“So you like man -” - The Spanish asked.
“Who knows” - was Lovino's reply.
“What?- If you're doing this, I mean..”
“Let's not talk about that. Relax and enjoy.” - he rolled again his hips against him just to see Antonio gasping.
“You're so ..”
“I'm what?”
“I don't know. I don't know who or what you are.” - Antonio said.
Lovino thought the man's coherency was gone for the time being. Good. Perfect.
Lovino's hand slipped in Antonio's trousers and sent him in another world. He moaned as Lovino's hand cupped Antonio's cock , fingers strumming along its length,curling around the tip and stroking the base. Lovino watched Antonio's face, the way his cheeks were red and his lips slightly opened, the way his brown hair spilled over his forehead, a little sweat.
Lovino worked at his belt, undoing it and removing his trousers and underwear slowly
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But he pulled away and stood up, with a moan of protest from the other man. He spread Antonio's legs and smirked, then removed completely his clothes, tonguing a wet line down on Antonio's chest and leaving little bites here and there. Lovino's hand traced the line of Antonio's left leg and watched Antonio shivering from his touch, his gentle touch. His languid tongue licked his chest again up and down before sucking Antonio's nipples .
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Lovino kneeled down in front of Antonio, grasping his thighs and opening his mouth.
He swallowed Antonio.
Antonio moaned and cried out loud, curling his fingers in Lovino's hair, holding him there. It's been a long time.
“Fuuuck” - he shouted .
Lovino smirked around the head of Antonio's cock and continued his task, sucking and licking, first his head, then the base of his cock and his balls. He shifted, kissing along his inner thighs, his breath hot and ragged . He did this a couple of times and Antonio hissed in pleasure but desperately wanted him on his cock.
“Stop teasing me” - he said.
Lovino's tongue traced Antonio's cockhead and the length of his cock again, one hand massaging his balls and the other one his inner thigh. He swallowed Antonio again, this time relaxing his throat to take as much of Antonio as he could.
The Spanish titled his head back and stared at the ceiling, moaning at every dirty sounds and indecent noises Lovino made.
It was hot, it was beautiful. The Italian drove him mad, he couldn't hear nothing but him below himself. There was just him and Lovino. Just the two of them.
He forgot everything else.
Lovino's tongue, oh, what an evil thing it was.
“I'm-” , the Spanish started to say but abruptly stopped himself when Lovino pulled away, moaning in protest.
“Ehy ..”
“Relax, Antonio.” - Lovino pronounced his name with emphasis.
“What are you doing?” - he said.
Lovino undid his belt and pulled his trousers and underwear down, which made Antonio's breath caught. Eyes wide, he stared at Lovino, looking confused again.
Lovino smirked and removed entirely his trousers, spreading his legs and sitting again himself on Antonio,
“Don't worry, man. Relax.”
He licked his fingers and .. pushed them behind his back. Antonio's eyes widened more if that were possible. He watched the way Lovino arched and moaned, his fingers stretching himself.
“You are ..” - Antonio said when he started to understand Lovino's intention. For just one moment, he thought Lovino wanted to fuck him, but instead he was .. fucking himself?
Lovino's eyes fall shut and he licked his lips, a drop of sweat went down his forehead. Antonio leaned forward and licked it. Lovino's fingers keep working into himself, stretching and pushing.
After a while, he removed them and planted his hands on the back of the chair.
He inched himself onto Antonio and bit his lips. Antonio gasped and hold Lovino's hips, watching the Italian's face with hooded eyes.
It hurt. But it also felt good. Lovino's face was a mixture of feeling. He spread his legs more, accommodating Antonio's hard cock.
Then he rolled his hips and Antonio cried out. He slowly started to go up and down, hissing in pleasure and also in pain. Antonio eyes were shut and his lips parted as Lovino started to keep a pace.
“A-ah..” - he began, his face red as if he was burning from the heat.
“Hnng, yes.” - Lovino said, intelligently. His voice was caught in his throat, he shouted some sort of profanity.
Antonio blushed various shade of red and guided Lovino's hips down, raising his pace as their enthusiasm grew and thrusting up into Lovino, meeting him halfway .
“Porca puttana” - he said.
The Spanish wrapped his hand around Lovino's waist, pulling him closer and saying dirty things in Spanish that Lovino understood pretty much.
Antonio's hips snapped once, going deep into Lovino, a shiver down his spine as he felt himself quivering. Lovino felt warmth spread inside him and hung onto the Spanish, listening at his fast heartbeat. They stayed a moment silent before Antonio wrapped Lovino's cock with his hand and started to pumping hin, face flushed and expression sated.
“Yes, like that.”
Antonio speeded up and watched Lovino's face, so red, so beautiful, so -
He liked him. A lot. It's not like he had sex with everyone, above all, with suspected criminals. He liked Lovino so much from the first sight. Lovino had something charming, sexy, lovely, Antonio couldn't find a proper words to describe what he felt in that moment, when he hold the Italian in his amrs. If only that little man wasn't a mafioso. If only they could -
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He was a policeman, damn. He couldn't let his guard down like this.
Lovino stayed a minute against Antonio's shoulder, than his vision began to sharpen and his mind began to focus again. He slowly pulled away and stood up, collecting his own clothes and dressing up, his face still red and his body filled with sweat. When he finished, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against Antonio's chest, cleaning him up and licking his own cum.
“Oh, God..”
“I always do my job very well”
“I'm so sure”
“But you seem surprised, anyway”
“I'm. You can seem so innocent and so.. evil. I don't know.”
Lovino finished his task and looked up at Antonio.
“I'm such a wonder.” - and laughed, a bit helplessly and Antonio found him so pretty, as if he wasn't the bad person he actually was.
He heard a click and found himself handcuffed to the chair.
“What? - Ehy.”
Lovino stuffed his hands in his pocket and pulled out the keys of the room, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Antonio's lips.
“Sorry” - he said with a gentle smile, as if he was really sorry about that.
“Addio” - he said and headed towards the door.
“Wait, Lovino!” - Antonio shouted.
Lovino turned and looked surprised hearing his name with that sexy spanish accent.
“I want to see you again” - Antonio said, against every logic.
Lovino's eyes widened and swallowed thickly. The man's words made no sense, he knew it, but he understood him. He got it.
“I … will contact you, eventually.” - he said and knew he also made no sense .
“But please, leave this job” he said laughing and then got out of there.
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Notes
Palau Aguilar (Picasso Museum in Barcelona), Cathedral of Santa Eulalia, La Rambla (a street in central Barcelona, popular with both tourists and locals alike).
Sangria is a wine punch typical of Portugal and Spain.
Pizzino is an Italian language, the word derived from Sicilian language. Ot's now widely used to refer to small slips of paper that the Sicilian mafia uses for high-level communications. Sicilian mafia boss Bernardo Provenzano is among those best known for using pizzini. They use them in order to prevent possible interception by law enforcement.
Castilian is an alternative name for the Spanish language. Catalan is the national and the only official language of Andorra, and a co-official language in the Spanish autonomous communities of Catalonia, the Balearic Islands and Valencian Communi. Italians understand Spanish pretty well even if they didn't study it, but not Catalan. That's why Lovino prefer the first one.
“Porca puttana” - Italian, it's like “fucking hell” or “holy shit”.
“Addio” - Italian, means “farewell”.
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Man, I was just thinking Lovino would boringly blow Antonio and sweet-talk him into letting him go, and when they were all moaning and having full-on sex I was like, 'but wait, isn't the tape recording the whole thing?'
And then Lovino HANDCUFFS HIM TO THE GOSH-DARNED CHAIR!
And walks out.
Genius!
I request a final chapter where his boss finds him still cuffed to the chair with his pants round his ankles. Awkward!
And thanks for making Romano the kind of person who jaunts around art museums in between missions. I like me some cultured!villains.
My first request got filled. I feel so lucky. Thanks anon!
So wait...there were THREE potential anons floating about?
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Ahah, yes, Lovino is such a bastard until the very end, and also Antonio is so easy to fool ♥
Do you want an extra chapter? And would you prefer also Lovino in it or just something awkward/comic with Antonio and his boss? Let me know! :3
Anyways, yes, there were three anons! Your plot was just too awesome!
I was thinking a long ago about a story where Lovino acted like a bastard and .. you came up with this *.* So, thank you for making this request.
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'Nice try, son.' - you could chuck in some Lovino afterwards if you felt like it, but I don't want to work you too hard!
Also, why has LJ's layout suddenly gone all extended and wierd?
And this is a question for anyone: what's recaptcha?
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there were some mistakes here and there, but your characterization was so fun I didn't even care!
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I don't like Spain X S.Italy so much,but this...This really deserved my attention :)
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