Lovino Vargas - 8th Bottle of Wine [Video]

[in_italia]

Hooooly.... FUCK!
[It's been months since he was last here. Well, from his perspective, at least. Over the ten days' absense, he had managed to completely forget about it and dismiss it as a dream. And now he's back, with a half-empty bottle of wine still in his hand from the celebrations he left. And he grimaces at the pocketwatch, dreading who

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[in_italia]

[The air feels tense, and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like it one bit.] Heated it too much, still waiting for it to cool down. [With a grumble, he pats Feli's head, feeling too nervous to do anything more.] Are you going to talk to me, or what?

[morethanpasta]

So there is something to tell. [Feli points that out just the tiniest bit smugly, proud of how astute he is. The smugness vanishes as soon as he realizes that, well, there's something to tell. Which means there is someone else. Or has been someone else. He turns back to his own food listlessly, his appetite has been lost once more.] Ve~ anyway, I'm sorry. I've never been pushy like that before. [Yeah, watch him try to be good here. He's not still sounding sulky, nope.]

[in_italia]

No there isn't, damnit! I... fuck... just... shut up already. [He places the remainder of his food back on the table. His stomach doesn't even know whether he's hungry anymore. And maybe if he's quiet for long enough, Feli will think of a different subject.]

[morethanpasta]

Feli's history with changing the subject is rather spotty, for he has the nasty habit to be like a dog with a bone when it's most inconvenient and have the attention span of a fruit fly if he's supposed to keep his mind on a topic. Right now, however, he's reluctantly willing to drop it, he doesn't like the way thinking of Lovi with someone else makes his stomach churn. Only, this reminds him of what they'd been talking about before jealousy distracted him.]

Being pushy about... about sex isn't like me, either. I promise I'm not like that! [He peers intently at Lovi with a pouty frown.] I don't want you to assume bad things about us. [Feli prods his food, just pushing it around instead of eating.] I was stupid. I didn't realize you were upset for real.

[in_italia]

[He doesn't believe Feli isn't pushy. Now that he thinks about it, Feli's pushy about a lot of things, why wouldn't he be about sex?] Yeah, whatever. Fine. But god knows why you haven't figured out when I'm upset. You are an idiot.

[morethanpasta]

[Feli's pout grows. That doesn't sound convinced at all. He's just as aware that he's pushy about many things, including having pressed a reluctant Lovino into a relationship in the first place. He winces at the memory. With several months of relationship experience under his belt, that doesn't seem like the best way to go about it. But Lovino's being unfair anyway.] Ve! You grumble and snap at me all the time. It's hard to figure out when you're snapping because you're upset or just because you're you! [Hm. That sounds more like an accusation than a plea for forgiveness. Feli winces. Better shut up before he earns another punch in the nose.]

[in_italia]

[Grumble grumble.] Look, idiot. I told you to get off, and to shut up, and you didn't. [He pokes Feli's nose, trying to cause just some minor pain.] Che... Maybe if you cleared your ears out you could listen better. Then we wouldn't have to repeat this, va bene?

[morethanpasta]

[He flinches back from the poke with a little indignant squawk and shoots Lovi a sulky look. Just in case, he holds a hand over his poor abused nose.] Ve! I was really just teasing when I was saying these things! [His cheeks flush at the memory of exactly what he had said.] It... got out of hand... [He sighs poutily.] I've been trying not to steamroll you so much anymore, but I forget sometimes. [Feli ducks his head, face turning redder. When he goes on, it's in a mere mumble.] And... and... I really like making love with you...

[in_italia]

[Lovi rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed.] That's what I meant about your being an asshole. Whatever I let you do before, it's fucking different now, so stop forgetting shit. [And that mumble, he heard it. And that's why he will punch.. the couch. It's no good punching Feli again, even if the seat won't yield the same way or scream apologies. Feli should be proud of him for this. Even if not for what he's about to say.] You say that again, you can go fuck yourself. Because like hell are you fucking me.

[morethanpasta]

[He flinches and winces in sympathy when Lovi punches the poor couch, knowing very well that the punch had been intended for him. However, when Lovi goes right back to whining about having bottomed, he can't help himself, danger of being punched or no danger.] Uwah! And you call me childish! I told you you can fuck me! [He starts to wrinkle his nose at the distasteful word, but thinks better of it when pain shoots through it. Ouch! Poor nose.]

[in_italia]

That's not what I meant, idiot, and don't say fuck. It doesn't matter who tops, it's not happening if you keep being such a jackass. [There is a point where Feli's cheekiness and inability to get hints is just too annoying. They are currently far beyond that point.]

[morethanpasta]

Ve~ does that mean it's going to happen if I'm nice? Whoops. He hadn't intended to say that aloud. He likes his nose unbroken, after all. So Feli squeaks and ducks in advance.] Uwah! Don't hit me!

[He can't even say why he's bugging Lovi so much about it. Sure, it had been fun, but it's not like going without sex once again would kill him. Well, maybe he is a jackass, for he's doing it simply for attention.]

[in_italia]

[He won't punch him just yet, but he will shove him and topple him over.] F-fuck off!

[Attention he will get, but it will all be negative at the rate he's going. Being annoying, that's a given, but when that annoyance stops being innocent, it becomes threatening. And Lovi isn't accountable for his actions while scared.]

[morethanpasta]

There is a yell of surprise and fright, a thundering noise and Feli finds himself on the floor, awkwardly wedged in between the coffee table and the couch. He blinks in surprise and only then does he remember to grip his head melodramatically and moan loudly about the pain. He looks up at Lovi with a wounded look. It's partly theatrics, but there's a lot of genuine confusion as well. He doesn't understand why he reacts so strongly.] I hit my head on the table!

[Still pouting, he gets back onto the couch, but at a respectable distance from Lovi.] I'm just teasing!

[in_italia]

[Lovi glares and just watches him, not making a move to help him up or apologize. He's definitely not impressed with the whining, because that pause means that it's not genuine.] You're lucky I'm not smashing your face into the goddamn table, damnit! There are things you tease about and things you don't, jackass. [When will Feli just grow up and gain telepathy or something?]

[morethanpasta]

Ve~! [He pouts and gives his poor head another rub.] Don't call me a jackass, that's mean! [To keep his hands busy, he picks up his plate again. The lasagne is nearly cold and Feli makes a disgusted face, but eats anyway. No sense in wasting good pasta.] I don't know why you're so upset, big brother France teases about making love all the time!