Blessed With A Curse- Ch10

Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.
Pairing: SpainxRomano


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Lovino wondered why he even bothered.


He stood in the stuffy kitchen, making yet another pizza. This place... it wasn't anything special; it was just a small restaurant on the high street which attracted tourists rather than locals. He often wondered if he could move on to bigger and better things but a part of him told him why bother? He had a stable job, along with his brother, and they were earning money to get them by, so why should he quit? If he did, he would only have a hard enough time finding another job... so leaving this one was risky.


Feliciano had often talked about opening a restaurant together. Lovino, obviously, had shot him down with all the disadvantages of doing that and the plan was abandoned.


"It would never work," he had told Feliciano the day he had suggested it, "It would be too difficult."


"Ve, why?" the younger brother had questioned innocently. Lovino had sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "First, how are we going to get the money to pay for it? Second, if we ever do manage to get the money, how are we going to keep up with bills and shit? What if the restaurant fails? What if no one gives a shit about it and we go out of business? What then?"


Lovino's pessimistic views got to his brother and that smile of his vanished from his lips and he nodded, "Ve, fratello is right... but maybe one day..."


"Keep dreaming, Feli... because a dream is all it fucking is..."


Lovino found himself sharing his brother's dream. He wanted to run his own place, be his own boss. He liked that idea a lot... but he had no idea how to start his own business and he doubted Feliciano knew either. He sighed and finished putting the topping on the pizza and he put it in the oven, then started on the next.

How repetitive.


Lovino's shift finished early that night, due to the restaurant being quiet. He cleared up the kitchen, ready for the staff the next day and grabbed his jacket. He slipped it on, and walked outside into the cool air. He shivered a little and looked around. Antonio was no where in sight. Lovino huffed; he was probably arguing with those so-called friends of his... but then again, he probably didn't know his shift had finished early. Holding his jacket closer to his body for warmth, he walked down the street and back his apartment complex.


Half way home, he was met with a familiar figure walking towards him. He narrowed his eyes as the figure stopped and stared at him for a moment. Lovino stood still and the figure approached him once again, "Lovi?"


"What, asshole?"


"I thought you finished at midnight?" Antonio said. He stood a few paces in front of him and looked at the Italian with a puzzled expression. Lovino huffed, "Have you ever heard of finishing early? The restaurant was quiet so they let me off."


"Oh! That's great! That means we have more time to hang out!" Antonio said with a big smile. The argument earlier with Gilbert and Francis seemed forgotten and Antonio was back to his normal too-happy self. Lovino just shrugged; he knew he had no choice. Antonio followed him everywhere.


"Whatever, asshole. I'm tired and I want to go home," he said and began to walk again. Antonio nodded and walked with him. He tried to hold his hand but the Italian wouldn't let him.


"Aww Lovi! You let me earlier!" Antonio pouted.


"That was earlier! Now stop it!" Lovino snapped. He shoved his hands into his pockets and scowled. Antonio had tried putting his arm around the smaller male, only to get a smack for his efforts.


"Why won't you let me hold you? Why don't you let me—"


"Shut UP, Antonio!" Lovino hissed, "You know why so stop acting like you don't!"


Antonio pouted but kept his hands to himself for once. He remained quiet for a few moments before asking, "Are we going back to your place?"


"Who said anything about 'we'?"


"Aww, don't be mean!" Antonio stated, once again trying to hug the Italian beside him. This time he succeeded and held a very irritated Lovino close and he nuzzled his cheek affectionately. This, however, didn't sit well with the annoyed Italian and he pushed and shoved at the stupid vampire in a feeble attempt of trying to get free.


"Gah! Stop that! You're a fucking vampire, for Christ's sake! Start acting like one!"


"Eh?" Antonio questioned, looking down at his captured Italian.


"You know... be scary and stuff! That's what vampires do, right?" Lovino huffed. Antonio paused then laughed, nuzzling him again, earning shouts of protest.


"Oh Lovi! Haven't you learnt anything from being with me! We're not all scary!" Antonio stated with a wide smile. His fangs glinted under the orange glare of the street lamps and his eyes sparkled. Lovino had never noticed how green they were until now...


"You should know we're not all bad!" Antonio said, "Vampirism is just a condition... it doesn't change who we are!"


"Fuck... you're telling me you've always been like this?" Lovino mumbled, but Antonio obviously didn't catch the disdain in his voice as he nodded and replied happily, "Si!"


"Fuck my life..."


Antonio shook his head, "No, don't. At least you've still got a life..."


Lovino sighed and changed the subject; he didn't want Antonio growing depressed again, "Shut up and let go of me. We'll go back to my place..."


Antonio beamed and complied with his wishes, letting him go and allowing him to walk yet again. With a small sigh, Lovino walked down the street and rounded the corner which would take him to his apartment building. They walked in silence for the rest of the time, Antonio only starting to hum when they arrived on Lovino's floor. The Italian pulled his keys out and inserted them into the lock, only to find it was open. He pushed open the door and the smell of pasta sauce drifted past him.


"Mmm..." Antonio sighed happily as he inhaled. He walked past Lovino and said, "That smells good!"


Lovino watched Feliciano turn around and for a moment he looked surprised. He then smiled brightly and said, "Ve! Thanks!"


"Fratello, I thought you were with the potato bastard tonight?" Lovino questioned. He walked inside and closed the door; he didn't want Feliciano to know about Antonio... after their previous conversation he would guess something was going on.


"Ve, I was but we cancelled. Ludwig said he had to take care of something!"

Lovino had a good idea what that something was and by the way Antonio tensed slight beside him, he knew too. But, he didn't let it affect him because he practically bounded towards Feliciano and offered his hand, "I'm Antonio, I'm your brother's b—"


"Friend! Just friend," Lovino hissed. Sure, they had kissed a few times but he wouldn't call him... that... would he?


Antonio looked over at Lovino before turning back to Feliciano, "Si... friend."


"Ve! I'm Feliciano, Lovi's brother!" the younger Italian shook the Spaniards hand and frowned slightly, "Ve... you're hand is cold."


"Well... I have just been outside... it isn't very warm," Antonio chuckled. Feliciano took the bait and beamed, "Okay! Ve, it's nice that fratello has a friend."


"Fratello, why are you making pasta? It's 11:30 at fucking night!" Lovino said, trying to change the subject. Antonio and Feliciano ignored him and continued talking.


"Does Lovi bring friends home often?"


"No... Not at all, actually. I think you're the first."


"Feliciano!" Lovino snapped, blushing. Antonio merely laughed, having not heard the older Italian and he continued to speak, "Well I'm glad I'm the first!"


"Ve, me too... though fratello hasn't been coming home that often... does that mean he's with you?"


"Si, it does."


"Ve! I knew he had someone special!"


"No! He's not special! He's just a friend, that's all!" Lovino protested. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. Once again, he was ignored, "Hey! Is anyone listening to me?"


"Si, I'd like to think I was special!"


"Will you stop talking about me! I'm right here! Fuck!"


"Ve, fratello must like you very much..." Feliciano smiled, having figured out that Antonio was much more than a friend. The vampire smiled, his fangs hidden away. He wasn't stupid.


"STOP!" Lovino shouted. This time, Feliciano and Antonio turned to look at him. The older Italian's cheeks were flushed red and he looked livid. How dare they talk about him like that when he was standing right there! It was extremely rude and unnecessary! He wasn't going to be treated as though he were invisible!


"Stop fucking talking about me!" he snapped, "I wish I never brought you back," he glared at Antonio, who beamed back and replied, "I was going to come anyway."


"How?"


"Through your window and—"


"OKAY! Enough of that," Lovino said quickly, giving Antonio a warning glare. Feliciano just smiled at the two; he was happy his brother had found someone.


"Who wants pasta?" he asked and turned back to the stove. Antonio's eyes lit up and he nodded happily, "Si, I do!"


Lovino wondered if he could even eat pasta, then he remembered the time at the restaurant when they first met. He must be able to... not that he cared or anything. And that still didn't explain why Feliciano was making pasta at midnight.


"Whatever, bastard... just hurry up..."


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Dinner... if it could be called dinner... went well. Antonio and Feliciano got along as though they had been friends for years. The two laughed and talked as they got to know each other while Lovino sulked over his bowl of pasta.


He had no intention of having Antonio meet Feliciano. Not with the shit that had been happening lately. But he felt something odd. He didn't want Feliciano to know him. Lovino almost wanted to keep Antonio to himself. Childishly, he told himself he had him first. He continued to sulk, while Antonio told Feliciano about his hobbies and whatnot.


The Spaniard was careful not to let anything slip about his... 'problem'. As far as he was concerned, Feliciano knew nothing and it was going to stay that way. Lovino knew that and Antonio knew it too. Antonio had even made up a story when the younger Italian had asked how he had met his fratello.


"We met while Lovi walked to work!" Antonio said gleefully. Lovino glared at the nickname. The story wasn't entirely made up, because that part was true, "And from the moment I saw him I knew immediately I wanted to know him better!"


"Become friends, ve?" Feliciano asked with a smile. Lovino turned his glare to him instead. He knew what he was doing and he didn't like it. Feliciano really wasn't as stupid as he looked.


"Si, friends," Antonio stated with that ever-present smile.


Dinner ended on a high note. Feliciano and Antonio cleared up before the younger declared he was tired. He bid his brother and Antonio goodnight and wandered to his room, and as soon as the door closed Antonio ducked Lovino's hand as it tried to slap the shit out of him.


"Calm down!" he laughed and caught hold of the Italian's wrists as he tried to strike him again. Lovino wriggled around in his grip and let loose a string of curses in Italian and Antonio didn't even acknowledge it. He just smiled, just like he usually would.


"Aww, Lovi! Don't be mad! I was going to meet your brother at some point, wasn't I?"


"That's not the point!" Lovino snapped, "He now thinks there's... something going on!"


"But there is!"


"No. No there isn't! I've told you how I feel about this!"


Antonio's smile faded. Lovino had indeed told him how he felt... and he understood, "I know... I just can't help myself... I really l—"


"Don't say it..."


Antonio paused, looking into Lovino's eyes, "Say what?"


Silence descended upon the two males and Lovino looked away. The situation was getting awkward and he didn't want that, not now, "Never mind, just do what you have to do... I'm tired."


"Ah, si..." Antonio seemed to brighten up at the idea of blood and he smiled again. He wrapped his arms around Lovino's waist and without any further hesitation he bit down into the tender flesh and began to suck. Lovino's hands found Antonio's shirt and he gripped the soft material as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. It was happening again.


"A-ah..." Lovino moaned out, and blushed. He'd never really been verbal during this process before. He usually sat there and let Antonio do what he needed to do. He felt Antonio's grip tighten around his waist as he continued to suck. Lovino in return tightened his grip on his shirt, surely making it creased. He felt himself move backwards and Antonio pinned him against the counter. His hands found his sides and began to rub gently. Lovino's cheeks deepened with that red blush and he let out another needy moan.


Antonio returned the groan, causing a slight vibration against his skin, making Lovino let out a small gasp. This was just too much. Never in his life has someone caused him this much pleasure. No woman alive would make him feel this good.


Lovino wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing because Antonio seemed to remember himself and pull away. He licked over the wound to close the small puncture marks and he grinned stupidly, "Heh... I seem to have left a larger mark this time..."


"Shut up... bastard..." Lovino murmured. He slowly released his grip on Antonio's shirt and the Spaniard kept staring at him, like he was the only thing on Earth.


"Eres guapísimo..." he said softly, gently caressing Lovino's blushing cheeks, "You have never done that for me before. Why now?"


"I-I don't know bastard... I guess... I guess it kind of made me feel g-good..." Lovino huffed, embarrassed. Antonio looked thoughtful for a moment then smiled, "Si... I suppose it does..."


"N-not that it means anything!" Lovino protested and shoved Antonio's hand away from his face. The vampire just smiled that happy, beautiful smile and shrugged, "If you say so..."


"Y-yeah. I do... so there!" Lovino huffed, his cheeks still dusted with a light pink blush.


"Estás muy mono cuando te sonrojas..."


"What?"


"Nothing!"


"You're an asshole... A-and we shouldn't have done this here!" Lovino said with a glare. What if Feliciano had seen? That would have taken a lot of explaining; explaining that neither he nor Antonio wanted to do. He sighed and noticed the time; 1am... it really was getting late. He was grateful for his boss giving him night shifts. He wouldn't have to wake up early in the morning.


"I'm tired, I'm going to bed."


"I'm coming with you!" Antonio said happily and followed Lovino into his room. Of course, Lovino didn't have a double bed like Antonio so lying together would be a bit of a squeeze. However, Antonio was determined to do so anyway so Lovino had to deal with it. Lovino got changed (after demanding that the Spaniard looked away) and crawled into bed. He felt strong arms wrap around him and in his tired state, he didn't move away.


"I don't approve of this..." Lovino muttered to himself as he got himself comfortable.


"Si, I know. But I like it anyway!" Antonio replied and nuzzled him gently. This earned yet another blush from the Italian; he would have to work on that later. Damn it all.


"If you try anything creepy, asshole, I swear to God I'm going fucking beat you up with garlic then drown you in holy water."


Antonio laughed nervously; he wasn't sure if it was an empty threat. It was hard to tell with Lovino, "You know I won't, Lovi. You can trust me."


"Well whatever," the Italian mumbled sleepily, "I mean it. I promise I'll do it... and stop calling me that. I hate that nickname."


"It's cute."


"It's stupid. Now shut the hell up and let me sleep."


"You're the one who keeps talking," Antonio chuckled and placed a kiss to Lovino's hair gently.


"No I'm not. You're being an asshole and keeping me awake. Just because you don't need sleep, doesn't mean I don't."


"Lovi. Hush and sleep, you're keeping yourself awake," Antonio snickered.


"Fuck you."


"Seriously, Lovi. Goodnight."


Lovino grumbled under his breath and adjusted his position slightly, "Goodnight... stupid vampire bastard..."