More than Lust
Disclaimer: …yeah…..
So Fanfiction deciding to delete rated M stories is just so… straight. I am pissed. They better not delete any of my stories or I will flip a table! D: Plus we're suppose to be able to unleash our creativity here! They can't just delete our stories! It's not fair!
Ahem… anyways, sorry for the short rant.
Oh hey, by the way, today is my birthday! July 19! :D I am 18 now and officially old enough to actually be writing this stuff XD
Haha, enjoy!
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Yelling could be heard even in the halls leading to the conference room. As usual. Countries were arguing over insignificant issues, mainly past conflicts that lead the countries arguing to hate each other. England and France for example. Those two always argued during meetings, Greece slept, America laughed obnoxiously and began his hero rant, Russia scared the hell out of everybody (mainly the trembling trio), and Germany was quickly losing patience and preparing himself to yell to get everyone's attention back on matters at hand. Which of course would cause everyone to quiet down, but the pressure in the room was so great that one little comment sent it spiraling back into chaos.
This is how it always was.
But Spain wasn't paying attention to any of this.
He was waiting patiently.
Not for the meeting, oh no. He was waiting for the text message. The text message that he got every time he went to a world conference. The only thing he ever looked forward to. Green eyes looked across the table and met the intense amber gaze.
Any second now…
Bzzzt
Spain felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he pulled it out and unlocked it to read the text message from the Half Country across the table.
Your room. 5 minutes after meeting.
Blunt. To the point.
This is how it always was.
It would be great to say that Spain and Romano had a relationship, or even a secret relationship. But it wasn't even that. It was just relations. Or in other words, a purely sexual relationship. Spain didn't even remember how it began, but it's been going on a very long time. No words had ever been exchanged. It had always been an unspoken agreement.
It hurt. But Spain would rather have this, than nothing. He knew it would have to end at some point though. No matter how much they both ignored it, it wasn't healthy. Romano didn't love Spain. But Spain, he had always loved the Southern Italian. It was a disaster waiting to happen. Spain was bound to cry out Romano's name at some point. It hadn't happened yet but he always had to stop himself last minute from doing it.
Every. Time.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" And there goes Germany. A little too late though, the German nation seem to realize this. "Damn… it appears we're all out of time. The date for next month's meeting will be emailed to your bosses in about a week."
"Whoo! Finally! Iggy lets go get McDonalds!" America shouted happily as all the countries began getting up to leave.
It was time.
He had 5 minutes to get mentally prepared. He had already cleaned up his hotel room this morning. They had a system, although it was always Spain's room (So Romano could leave once they were finished without any trouble). Spain got up quickly, rushing past his friends Prussia and France who attempted to invite him to go drinking with them. Usually he would love to, but this was Romano Time. And nothing disturbed Romano Time.
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3 minutes later he reached his hotel room. He reapplied deodorant, brushed his teeth and hair, checked his face, and began pacing.
Don't say Romano's name.
Don't look into his eyes.
Try to contain your need to hold him afterwards.
He reviewed that in his head a couple more times before he heard a knock at his door.
Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
His heart beat quickened as he walked to his door. He looked to the peep hole and confirmed it was indeed Romano. Spain opened the door to let the Italian inside, putting on his poker face. He was ready.
No words were exchanged as Romano pulled Spain down to his height and slammed his mouth against the Spaniards, closing the door. Said Spaniard took this time to pick Romano up and slam him against the closed door. The Italian took the initiative to wrap his legs around Spain's waist. The pair began grinding against each other, both holding back moans. Spain shoved his tongue past the Italian's lips and began exploring his mouth. Romano carded his fingers through the Spaniards hair as Antonio began carrying him over to his bed. Spain unceremoniously dropped the Italian on the bed and began attacking his neck before the other could complain. Once Spain reached his collar bone he began unbuttoning Romano's shirt, kissing every new patch of uncovered skin.
"H-Hurry up, damn bastard…" the Italian hissed.
Well, Spain wasn't one to deny the Italian.
He stripped Romano of his shirt while the younger began to unbutton his. Spain tweaked the younger's nipples earning him gasps and moans in pleasure. The Spaniard took one of the nipples into his mouth nipping at it while his hands were busy unzipping the Italian's pants. Romano slipped his shirt off the rest of the way then did the same to Spain's.
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Romano cried out as Spain thrusted into him. Spain gasped at the tightness around him. It had been a month since they had last done this. Since they had anything to do with each other. Spain pulled almost completely out and quickly thrusted back in. Romano gripped the sheets beneath him as Spain got a rhythm going. The Italian threw his head back moaning, Spain took this opportunity to begin kissing his neck. Hoping he could 'accidentally' leave a mark. Romano cried out as Spain slammed into him.
"Heh, you like that?" Spain panted out, grinning. Romano answered by squeezing Spain's member in turn causing the older to groan. The Spaniard briefly wondered if the whole floor could hear them. Probably. He hoped so.
Antonio was met with either a yelp or a moan every time he slammed into his bedmate. Romano thrusted up to meet Antonio's hips. Their actions began to speed up. Antonio could faintly hear the banging of the headboard meeting the wall with each thrust. He groaned in ecstasy. He was on cloud nine. The only thing that would make this better is if Romano actually loved him and wasn't just using him out of boredom or pleasure. You would think since Spain was the oldest he would have more control over this. But, despite the many partners and meaningless flings he had before Romano, he still found himself completely and utterly whipped by the boy he was sure was a virgin the first time they had sex. Romano had Spain wrapped around his finger and he didn't even know it. Scratch that. He probably did. That's how he knew Spain was a sure thing when Romano wasn't able to sleep with anyone else.
"A-Ah!" A cry broke Spain from his thoughts. He looked down to see the most erotic sight in his life. Romano was about to cum.
'Please say my name…'
"A-!"
'Please…'
"A-Ahn!" Spain shouldn't have felt disappointment.
This is how it always was.
Romano subconsciously tightened from the release, causing Spain to cum with a groan. Why would he expect Romano to say his name..? When had Romano EVER said Spain's name? Why did the Spaniard always hope for the impossible? That Romano would come to him one day, confessing his feelings, and they would make LOVE? That they would cry out each others names, he could hold the Italian, wake up the next morning, and he would still be there?
"Get off me, bastard…" a voice grumbled. It was then he realized he had collapsed onto Romano. He murmured an apology and got off of the Italian. Romano scoffed as a reply, turning his back to Spain and began to drift to sleep.
Maybe if Spain was lucky, he could wait for Romano to be deep enough in sleep and the Spaniard could hold him…
No such luck.
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Spain, still half asleep, reached to the other side of the bed trying to find his bedmate. Only to feel nothing but cold sheets. He opened his eyes and cursed himself for falling asleep. The Italian was gone. He probably left right after Spain fell asleep. He had a knack for doing that. The Spaniard frowned, but got up nonetheless to start making coffee. Alone.
This is how it always was.