First try at smut. Key word being try. If you want to stick to the safe part of the story, don't go any further! This being said, enjoy~

Warning: I'm telling it again in case you, somehow, get through the first chapter without realizing, but it is Itacest, meaning incestuous stuff going on. Also, I literally just said it, but better be safe so boy/boy smut ensuing. You've been warned.

The two Italian brothers were fast to end up in an empty room not so far from where all the important business was currently being discussed. Because making out against a wall wasn't as easy as it sounded. Somewhere along the way they got rid of all clothing before Romano felt himself being slammed a bit too brutally against a nearby table and he swore his back was going to hurt like hell tomorrow. Veneziano seemed to realize that as his eyebrows raised in concern. Romano was quick to shake off any worries, taking his younger brother into a deep kiss. For sure, his back was the least of his concern right now.

He didn't care about the pain in his back, nor did he care about the fact that Veneziano was currently the one lying on top, something really unusual for both of them. He didn't care because he thought he would soon regain the upper hand, like he always did. Oh, how naive of him. Kisses after kisses, more passionate with every minute. A finger grabbed Romano's sensitive curl and his back arched oh-so-beautifully at the pleasant squeeze. He let out a not so manly moan he would later be quick to deny and caught sight of Veneziano smiling in the kiss. If he was not in such a situation he would have gladly slapped that annoying smirk off his face.

The younger Italian moved away from the other's lips as he started trailing down his neck, biting the sensitive skin here and there, kissing it in other places. Romano grabbed the redhead by the shoulders and let himself melt into the kisses, simply enjoying the attention for a while. His fight for dominance started yet again when he took advantage of Veneziano briefly getting away to return the favor. He began placing shy kisses on the younger Italian's torso and his hands were quick to follow, drawing every curves of this oddly muscular body standing in front of him.

Lovino felt a shiver running down his spine when he felt one of Feliciano's hand sliding along his back. He didn't think much of it, however. Not until he felt this warm hand wandering a little too low. The reaction was immediate and Romano rapidly broke away, sitting back up. He met the confuse eyes of his brother.

"Aspetta. What do you think you are doing?" he said. "You're not putting anything down there!"

"But! You always get to do it to me." the youngest pouted. "I think that's only fair I get to do it to you too sometimes."

Romano could have bet Veneziano was playing on the cute side on purpose. He just knew how irresistible he was when putting on that face. And he quickly avoided the other's gaze, setting his attention on a nearby desk. Sure, Veneziano wasn't that entirely wrong. But if there had ever been such a thing as an ass virginity, the brunet still had it pretty strong. And he wasn't exactly sure he was ready to give it up just yet. The finger he could feel patiently waiting at the entry, did not help his reflection either.

"I guess – I guess –"

But he didn't even get to finish his sentence that he was cut straight away by this same finger violating his private part.

"I hadn't say yes yet, you stupid idiotic fu –!"

And, once again, his insult got muffled by a moan when he felt a second finger sliding in.

"You're so beautiful, fratello."

This goddamn sadistic with his devilishly angelic goddamn voice.

Veneziano was about one hundred percent sure that if Romano wasn't so occupied visibly holding on for his life, he would have received something like the bird in answer. Instead, an embarrassed blush spread onto the other's cheeks. A quiet "bastard" escaped his lips, but Romano failed to put any dedication or anger into the word, seemingly too busy processing the two fingers stretching his hole.

It wasn't like it really hurt that much, it just felt... weird. Plainly weird. What was going to come next was, by far, a more important subject of concern. And Romano wasn't one to be relieved when he felt the two fingers moving away. He barely got to look up at his brother that Veneziano thrusted inside, not exceeding to further preparation. The brunet immediately closed his eyes to take in the pain.

"Does this feel good?" the fucker had the nerve to ask.

"It fucking hurt, dammit."

And Lovino hardly opened his eyes just to see a smile a bit too sadistic for someone like Feliciano spreading onto the later's lips. "I know." he said. When did his baby brother became that scary, Romano wondered.

The two Italies shared perfect silence for a while, Veneziano staring patiently at a brother too occupied being back at figuring out his own breathing to really notice. "Lovi?"

"What?!" the oldest snapped immediately in answer.

"I'm actually waiting for you."

"Fuck you. I'm not saying it."

It was a matter of pride. He was not saying it. Never in a million years. Pain-in-the-ass – literally – Veneziano, decided to take it quite personaly as he laid there, neither moving, nor getting away, doing absolutely nothing, but staring down at the brunet for, again, a little longer.

Goddammit.

Romano inhaled sharply, letting his head fall against the wood of the table. Maybe the move hurt just a tiny bit. He could already feel the sweat growing on his forehead and they hadn't even begun just yet.

Goddammit.

He squirmed a little against the wood, trying to find a way to make the whole thing a little more comfortable, in vain.

"Okay, fine!" he gave up eventually. "You can move."

For sure, of all the part of his bodies that were in great pain at the moment, his personal pride was the one suffering the most. Veneziano smiled as he, finally, started moving. The first few thrusts were a lot more painful to handle than what Romano could have possibly imagined. Trying to struggle the pain, he caught the first thing he could reach – this being Veneziano. Circling his arms around the other's torso, their bodies moved closer and Romano felt a sudden comfort in having his cock pushing against the other's skin.

Thrusts after thrusts until he could hear his own moans starting to grow louder and deeper and – God, was he actually starting to enjoy this? No way in hell. Never will he be willing to admit that. Never. He could feel his arms and legs weakening with each push, but he didn't care half as much as he used to. Thrusts after thrusts until Veneziano managed to hit that special spot. Romano was filled by such an unexpected wave of pleasure that his fingernails dig deep into the other's skin.

"Ehi!" Veneziano cried. "Don't do that!"

"I'm sorry." he managed. "I just –" he began, but didn't even try ending his sentence. The heat, it was unbearable. It was too fucking hot in here.

As the speed started to rapidly increased, Romano clanged even closer to his brother, adding to Veneziano's jerky movements his own against the other's flesh. Feliciano, that had achieved to keep rather silent up until now, grew louder, his own sighs of pleasure joining Lovino's regular moans. He was close, it was pretty obvious. Romano didn't even pretend to expect him to pull out.

The older of the two Italies increased his own speed to compete with the other. And it was only a matter of minutes before he could feel himself going. A few more pushes and his eyes went blind for a second. He released a loud grunt as he came on his brother's torso. Said-brother who was not long to follow suit when he felt Lovino's skin thightening around his cock. It was all it took for him to reach his climax, filling the brunet with semen in a same growl of ectasy. Just at this moment did Romano think that he would possibly have difficulty walking back to the meeting room.

Veneziano let himself fall onto the table next to his brother. They shared silence for a good five minutes, panting heavily like they had just run a marathon, hardly trying to catch up their breath. Romano turned his head toward the other half of their country. "What a mess…" he noticed lazily, eyeing the white substance on the other's chest. "You should clean yourself." his gaze felt onto the similar, but less important mess spread on the ground. "And the floor."

Veneziano was quick to turn around, smiling kindly at his older brother. "At least, that is something Spain will never get, right?"

Romano went back to meeting his brother's eyes immediately. He sat back up, frowning harshly. "What the fuck?! Why did you have to bring Spain in here, you fucking idiot?!" he shouted. "Do you really not trust me that much?" his voice cracked a little with sadness, like it rarely did, and maybe Veneziano regretted bringing up the topic already.

The younger of the two Italies sat up in turn. He did not answer straight away. He should have. "I trust you." he replied eventually.

Lovino nodded simply, slowly. He was not convinced, Feliciano could perfectly see it. Nevertheless the brunet stared at his brother for a second longer before placing a soft kiss on those tender lips of him, a kiss far from the passionate ones they shared minutes ago, but pleasant in its own way. "Ti amo." he said.

Veneziano smiled largely at those words. "Ti amo, Lovi!"

"What about we skip the rest of the meeting?" the older Italian suggested, falling back onto the table. He sighed, closing his eyes, before resuming: "I think I really need some sleep right now."

Veneziano stared down at his brother, his eyes never failing to keep up with the brunet's every movement. And he laid his head on one of his fists as he cooed: "Do you want to go for another round?"

Romano dropped one eye opened, looking back at the Northern Italian. He gauged him for a second before closing it back. "Don't you listen to anything I say?"

"But you were so cute, fratello~ Making those cute little sounds~"

The older Italy frowned, eyes still closed and arms folded lazily over his chest. "I'm not listening to you."

A light chuckled filled up the room as Veneziano let himself fall back next to his brother. They would need an apocalypse for their absence to go unnoticed. They couldn't care less. They suddenly felt terminally ill, here would be their excuse. Nobody would believe it and they still wouldn't care. Because the best part about their jealousy issues were indubitably the reconciliation sessions that ensued.