Silence. Almost.

Almost if there wasn't the breathless gasp coming out from Lovino's mouth.

He really couldn't breath. And it was because of a man lying down next to him in the bed.

Fingers, gently like the rain drops falling slowly down their bedrooms window, they slid down on his stomach. Just finger tips. Like butterfly's kiss. Leaving him breathless. Lovino swallowed.

Suddenly it stopped. Fingers were gone from his stomach, and his heart screamed..

Touch me, touch me!

His heart screamed.

Lovino glanced slowly at Antonio, and his gaze was answered.

Touch my heart again.

Silence. Completely.

Antonio turned his head away.

Don't squeeze! It hurts.

A silent noise of displeasure escaped from Lovino's lips as he scooted just a little closer to the other.

Antonio turned his head to face Lovino again. His eyes begged. Begged for his touch. He knew. But what should he do? Did he only want his touch? Or did he want his heart?

Lovino's heart was bumping quickly inside him. He wasn't ignored.

His heart was.

That feeling.

Exploding.

He pressed his eyes close and felt how his eyes got wetter inside his eyelids.

Was his heart going to explode?

He fluttered his eyes open. Blurred eyes cleared and his vision straightened again.

Antonio stared deep into his eyes. He wanted to give his heart for the person in front of him. But he needed his in trade. Or else he would go mad.

It was dangerous. Because he felt like his heart was already his.

And it was.

Why wasn't he insane already? Or was he?

Antonio sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

He couldn't help it.

Slowly he opened his eyes and lifted his gently fingers on Lovino's stomach again.

Lovino didn't close his eyes. He didn't want to. He wanted to watch the fingers.

His heart was on flames. It felt strong, but weak too.

Now he had to close his eyes.

Fumbling, he found Antonio's hand hand squeezed it slightly on his own to feel it. Then, he quickly pressed it against his bare chest. Upon his rapidly beating heart.

It's yours.

Antonio's eyes widened.

Now he knew why he wasn't mad. This heart was beating for him.

He loved it.