Guys, it happened. The day I've been waiting for- the day I've pissed off a reader. Somehow. Anyway, this story has been reported (I'm shocked it took you so long like wow)

Anyway, some warnings before you read because there have been problems with misunderstandings (I think?) THIS IS A BDSM FIC BETWEEN TWO CONSENTING ADULTS. THE SAFE WORD IS RIBBON, AS LOVINO MENTIONED EARLIER. Aftercare is important and will be attempted to be incorporated at the end of the scene.

Thank you all for your guest reviews, and for defending this story. Lovi love, you're my hero. You too, Yurie. This was my first anything related to these themes and the first review was extremely disheartening. But you both gave me the guts to finish this so thank you. (Same with you Catholicorprotestant!)

Enjoy while you can!

The rest of the day was as stressful as it could be. A call from the bank had Lovino cursing up a storm and running to straighten some fuck up out. Then, as Lovino soon found out, no appliance store in town sold the right kind of light bulbs for their shitty, not-up-to-standard bathroom lights. Finally, Antonio had called to say that the dishwasher was beyond repair and a new one would be A) out of their budget and B) take two weeks to come in.

Lovino's vow to meet his quota before dinner slipped his mind completely and didn't resurface until he arrived home to drop the groceries and change. Fuck it all. He was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Would asking for a nice, non sexualized dinner be too much? Would it, would it really?

Maybe he could just get off while standing in his bedroom and lie his ass off to Antonio? Yeah. There was no way that could go wrong.

Lovino crept toward the bottom drawer on his nightstand, feeling incredibly naughty. Everything from toys to lube was hidden strategically there. If Lovino hurried, he could be off and out with at least an hour to get ready.

But when he opened the drawer, there was nothing there. No lube, no fancy vibrators. Not even the stupid fucking dildo that made Antonio all jealous. Where the hell was it?

Lovino scoured the rest of the nightstand before noticing a little sticky note on the top.

"Dear Lovi,

Gotcha! I think. Depends when you read this note. If you planning on getting out of your punishment, I'm afraid that's a no go! I've hidden alllll the toys... mwahaha! Someplace you won't find them :) If you insist on continuing anyway, the Tomato box is waiting for another go!

Love you more than all the tomatoes in the world,

Antonio"

Damn that man. Damn him to hell.

Lovino crumpled the note in frustration, hating the power he had over him. He knew he wasn't going to break their agreement, not now anyway.

Growling in frustration, he got off his knees and headed to the bathroom. He was going to dress to kill tonight.

[=]

Antonio was, late to dinner, which irked Lovino no small amount.

"Look who decided to show up! It's the fuckass who said he was going to be here thirty minutes ago!"

Antonio had the decency to at least look a little sheepish. "I got held up at the gas station. Where I may or may not of broken off my side mirror."'

Lovino's face expressed exasperation as easily as it did annoyance. "Please tell me you fixed it"

"Oh, I did!" Antonio reassured. Well, he kind of did. The unfortunate mirror hung on its last leg, covered in duck tape as it was, which did nothing for the car's overall unsightly appearance. But Lovino didn't need to know that.

"Well, whatever." Lovino said. "Whatever you came up with will have to do until next pay day. I already ordered you water by the way, so no need to call the waitress over."

Antonio stopped waving his arms to get the server's attention. "Oh. Thank you!"

Lovino grunted, but otherwise stayed silent. The next few moments were spent looking over their menus. Lovino knew it was only a matter of time until Antonio asked about the thing, and he was steeling himself up for when he popped the question.

He should of known better than to keep his hands stretched out on the table like he was doing, because Antonio mistook the gesture as an invitation and dropped his hands over his own, holding them.

"So..." Antonio said with a breezy smile. Here it comes. "How was your day-"

"I didn't do it" Lovino defended, before stuttering to a halt. He had just assumed Antonio would ask him straight out. Considering the puzzled expression Antonio was sending him, it clearly had not been his intention. "I mean, it was so and so" Lovino said. "I met up with Feliciano at lunch, but you knew that."

Antonio nodded. "That I knew. Anything interesting happen?"

"Nothing of importance."

"Not even..." The hands holding his squeezed tight and Lovino squirmed. "You meeting a quota?"

And there it was. Lovino scowled while Antonio grinned shamelessly. Antonio had been thinking about it all day. Just wondering what his Lovi was doing without him; if he was thinking of him. When did he do it, did he finish? Honestly, Antonio had kinda hopped he would get to watch, at least once.

"I just told you" Lovino said. "I didn't do it."

Antonio grinned, the type of grin that always had Lovino's stomach fluttering. "Well, we'll just have to remedy that, now won't we?"

"Right now?" Lovino stressed, looking around at the innocent patrons littering the restaurant. He tried to banish the heat the idea provoked. He wondered what they would do, what they would think.

"Well not here" Antonio amended, for once catching on Lovino's train of thought. Oh Dios would that be hot. He could just push aside the plates and the candle set about and lay Lovino down, his face undoubtedly red and his mouth dropped open in an adorable 'O' shape. Hands tracing his skin, his own hand on Lovino's cock, tugging him until there was nothing but a moaning mess. And then he would take him.

But as hot as the idea was, he was not too fond of everyone seeing what was only meant for him. "After we're done eating," Antonio continued. "We'll go into the restroom. What do you say? Are you willing to put on a show for me?"

Lovino's face colored and he made no reply, so Antonio took it as a yes. However, he didn't expect him to get up suddenly, pushing away his chair and drawing the few curious gazes of other patrons. "You know, I'm not all that hungry. I'll be in the bathroom."

Antonio watched in shock as Lovino stalked off. He wondered vaguely if he had messed up somehow, but Lovino shot him a smirk as he disappeared into the restroom and he realized he was doing just fine. Not waiting a second longer, Antonio jumped to his feet, hastily following the love of his life.

"Come here often?" Antonio said slyly, as he closed the door to the restaurant. He causally leaned against it, hoping to ward off any unwanted patrons.

"Shut up" Lovino said. "If you're going to seduce me, do it with a good pickup line"

"Uh uh uh" Antonio chided. "You'll be the one doing the seducing."

Lovino rolled his eyes, but inwardly, he was a little nervous. A restaurant bathroom was no place to go around seducing people. He shuffled his feet a bit, unsure how to begin. Antonio staring at him wasn't helping.

Might as well start with the basics. Lovino snaked a hand down his pants, running his fingers over his covered cock as well as he could with the restricting fabric stopping him from doing much. He let himself tease for just a few more seconds before removing his belt.

Now for the fun part. Lovino mustered his courage and shot a sly smirk at the man watching him, praying he didn't look too stupid. Slowly, tantalizingly, he worked his black dress pants over his hips and let them fall to the floor.

Lovino's cock was half hard, just barely straining his boxer briefs. He could do better. A hand stayed to tease himself once again through the fabric, while the other strayed under his shirt, hunting for an erect nipple.

"Ahh" Lovino moaned, pinching and twisting across his chest to get a better feel. His mouth fell open, gasping as he gripped himself.

Across the room, Antonio's eyes darkened. He moved, almost like he was going to approach, but thought better of it. Lovino watched him, silently wishing he would come and help him out.

The hand working his cock was moving fast now, but it wasn't enough. Lovino let his legs fall open, but kept his hand from working its way inside his boxer briefs. He looked around, trying to find some leverage. He had two options: he could lean against the sink or Antonio.

Antonio made the choice for him, giving up the idea of staying out of reach and instead grabbing Lovino's arm and tugging him toward himself. Lovino instantly complied, letting himself be pinned to the restroom door.

Instead of kissing him, or immediately taking over, Antonio just kept him pinned with his arms on both sides and his knee between his legs. Lovino sighed, figuring he would just work with what he had. He let his hand finally grip his bare cock and began to rock his hips in time to his fast and furious strokes.

Leaning against the door made things easier. Not to mention Antonio's knee against his crotch gave delicious friction, and soon Lovino was rutting against him like a bitch in heat.

Antonio moistened his lips. Self control was never his strong suit, and Lovino humping his leg was almost enough to drive him crazy.

"Do you like this?" He settled on whispering in his ear. "Being such a slut? Getting off for me? Because I like it. And I like you"

"Uhh" Lovino moaned. "An- Antonio" The last bit came out louder than he intended as a confident hand, reached down and squeezed over his own. When his mind cleared, he was just coherent enough to glare at his boyfriend. "I thought you were going to be no touchy"

"What can I say? You're irresistible. Keep going"

Leave it to Antonio to talk like he owned him. Nevertheless, Lovino once again started rocking his hips, letting the strong hand over his own do all the real work. The pace was tantalizingly slow, and despite Lovino trying to up the speed, Antonio slowed them both down and kept him on the brink.

A squeeze, a tug, and there was an odd feeling inside of him that made him want Antonio to snake his hand a little lower.

Not sex! Lovino chastised himself. Masturbation, there was a difference.

But still. What wouldn't he give to have Antonio ramming him hard against the door, his perfect cock going deep inside of him, drawing gasps and moans out with every thrust…?

Maybe if he begged.

"Ple, please" Lovino gasped out, rocking against his hand a little more desperately than he really felt. "Haven't I been good?"

"Uh uh uh, if you were good we wouldn't be doing this" Antonio's voice was husky. Damn it, he wanted him inside himself right this instant.

"But I got off before... just like you said..." A nice dash of fluttering eyelashes to cinch the deal. "Please, I want you to own me. Fuck me hard, please Antonio? Please, please, please own me"

Antonio blinked in surprise. He always acted surprised when Lovino begged, even though he made him do it all the damn time. The shock didn't last long before a wide smirk took over his features.

"Hmm, if my little Lovi wants me so bad, who am I to say no?"

Lovino's hand jumped excitedly on his cock. Yes! Score one for the Italian-

A laugh stopped him. "But my word is law" Antonio nearly crushed him against the door as he felt a beast take over. Lovino could do nothing more than moan as the friction became almost too intense. "And I said you have to get off by your own hand."

Lovino's face was beyond red at this point, half from the anger rising that he didn't get what he wanted, half from how fucking aroused he felt at Antonio forcing him to do what he wanted.

The gasps and moans were coming fast now and Lovino couldn't keep them in. "Ah, ah- oh! 'ntonio, ahhhh"

The dirty things whispered in his ear weren't helping. "You look so good like this, pressed against the door" Antonio wet his lips again and moved so he was breathing against Lovino's ear. "I wonder if anyone's coming. You're too proud to get caught, Lovi…"

"Not going to get-t… caught"Lovino breathed out. The thought though added to the excitement and Lovino almost came right there except-

BANG! The restroom door shook . Lovino looked up at Antonio with frightened eyes, too caught off guard to do anything. Oh no, oh no, oh no...

"What the hell? It the door locked or something?" A deep male's voice shouted from the otherside.

Antonio looked up, something dark in his eyes, but he didn't take his hands off Lovino. The fuck was he going to do? Play it cool? "I'm sorry" He said, his voice coming off as light and airy but there was an unusual scowl on his face. "Someone's sick in here and I really don't think you should come in"

At the same time he started talking, his hand started moving in fast, sure strokes. Lovino tried to remain unaffected but it was too much for him. The conversation went over his head as his eyes rolled back and a moan he couldn't hold in escape.

"Ahhh-" Suddenly, a rough hand was covering his mouth and Lovino snapped to attention. But Antonio wasn't looking at him.

"Señor, the effects are pretty gruesome. You're the man with the children, correct? I'd hate for them to catch whatever he has"

That seemed to do it. Footsteps faded away as the man left. Now Antonio turned his sights on Lovino, whose mouth was still roughly covered. He smiled at the image. "No one can hear you but me, mi corazón. Now where were we?"

Lovino whinnied from behind his hand. "That's right! You were about to cum. Are you still on the edge or do you need a little more?"

More whining and Antonio took it as a yes. Really, Lovino could be so needy at times. But he had been such a good sport… well, as good as a sport as Lovino could be. Maybe it was time for a reward.

"Turn around" Antonio said huskily. "And spread your legs."

Lovino trembled. It was both the accent and the implications that made the idea so inviting. He instantly complied.

Strong hands began to drift down his body, pushing his shirt up and away, and slowly, tantalizingly, removing his boxer briefs until they were at his ankles. It made for spreading his legs as wide as he wanted and just bending over hard, but if Antonio had ordered it, he would do it.

"So beautiful" Antonio whispered, kissing down his back. First his shoulder blades, then his spine. "So pretty, how you open your legs so easily for me, how you look in the low light. Say, Lovino, do you love me?"

Fuck yes he did. Not need to tell Antonio that though. If he didn't love him, there would be reason Lovino would be pinned against a bathroom door as he lover had his dirty way with him.

Antonio smiled at the lack of response. He chuckled before biting down, hard, on the small of his back. Lovino yelped in pain, his eyes wide with shock. "Mi vida, I asked you a question"

"Yes, yes, I love you" Lovino gasped out. "Like my heart's on fire."

Antonio stopped his delicious assault to Lovino's poor back, only to lean back up and bite once again on the back of Lovino's neck. It made the poor thing jump and Antonio smile. In the morning there would be a dark bruise that only Antonio could see. Well, he and the rest of the world.

"I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything in the world."

It was the easiest thing to push his hips forward, connecting his clothed cock with Lovino's bare ass. Lovino gasped in delight as the sensation made its way through his body. It felt so, so good.

Antonio was shameless humping Lovino now. The boy's slender fingers sought hold on the rough wood but they could not find purchase. He ended up pressed against it with his arms uselessly folded under him. Worst of all, the sounds just refused to stop coming. "Hngh… Ah! Ah! Antonio! Please, pl-please…"

Lovino was a mess. Remembering a bit too late that he was supposed to be doing at least some of the part himself, he reached down to finger his cock. Just the lightest of touches became too much and there was nothing stopping him from coming.

"'ntonio! Antonio…!" Lovino shouted as he came suddenly in his own hand.

It was the desperate image Lovino painted that had Antonio's coming soon after, panting and breathing heavily through his nose.

And then there was no sound other than their harsh breathing intermingling with the air.

"Ahaha, that was pretty rough" Antonio finally said in Lovino's ear, his voice kinder than it had been all night. Soft hands stopped Lovino from falling to the floor in his post orgasmic haze, and he sighed as he was pulled up right.

"You owe me some fantastic backrub" Lovino muttered. He leaned back into him as his legs felt as little too unstable to stand on. His underwear and pants were pulled from the floor by a worrying Antonio.

"Are you okay?" Antonio was asking. "Do you hurt anywhere?"

Lovino rolled his eyes. "My ass is probably fucking chaffed or some shit. Really, with your jeans?"

"I wasn't thinking." Antonio said. "I'm sorry"

A kiss was placed on Lovino's neck, and he smiled when light kisses on the lips were brought back into the mix. "Okay, okay, down boy. I gotta wash up" The usual frown on Lovino's face reemerged as he remembered something. "Did you really lock the door?"

Antonio laughed. "Aha, yeah. Didn't actually want someone walking in… you know?"

"Fucking sap. All talk and no bite"

"I can bite" Antonio chopped air in demonstration, but didn't actually leave anymore bruises on Lovino. "… are you sure you're okay?"

Lovino rolled his eyes. "I'm sure. I mean, sitting is going to hurt like hell, and not even in the fun way, but… I kinda liked this scenario. I'm a damn good scene maker."

Antonio nodded in agreement as he unbolted the door. It was odd that a restaurant had a bolt on the bathroom door, but it didn't faze Antonio much. But did bother him though, is that his usual aftercare couldn't play out the way he wanted it to. Usually after a scene, Antonio would get Lovino to crawl into bed with him, and they'd spend the night cuddling. Or he'd tend his wounds if he had any, but there was still cuddling involved. He wasn't quite sure what would substitute for aftercare in this scenario. Maybe they should skip dinner and go straight home.

But that would be missing a meal and food was important to someone's well being, right?

Lovino seemed to notice his dilemma, because he slid his arms around his waist and hugged Antonio softly. "I'm okay, really. I want to finish dinner and then go home and watch a movie or something."

"Okay" Antonio brushed Lovino's bangs away when he looked up at him. "Anything for you, sweetheart"

[=]

When they made it home that night, Antonio spared no expense. Lovino found himself surrounded under piles of blankets and pillows, wrapped up neatly at Antonio's side.

"Can I have some icecream?" Antonio asked, leaning in to steal from the container in Lovino's lap. He received a knock on the head for the trouble.

"Get your own"

Antonio pouted a bit. "But then I'd have to leave you to go get some more and you don't like it when I do that"

"Well," Lovino allowed, pretending he was swayed by the argument. "Maybe you could learn to get some before you sit down. This icecream's mine"

He settled back into the couch to pay more attention to the screen. The movie ended up being his favorite chick flick film, which meant Antonio really did feel bad for the scene. Humiliation certainly seemed fun, but apparently almost getting caught rubbed them both the wrong way.

Antonio's arms wrapped around his waist, and the quiet, evenness of his breathing made Lovino smile. This was always the best part of any scene, hands down.

"I love you" He said, without really thinking.

He could sense Antonio's grin rather than really see it. "I love you too"

Okay, lame ending it is. I'm trying to incorporate aftercare in here, but jfc a restaurant bathroom is not the place to make your lover feel special. I hope you enjoyed this before it gets taken down! This was a very fun fanfic to write. Now it's off to AOO as soon I get an account. (fingers crossed ^.^)