about to knock on the door before deciding against it, moving his hand back into his pocket. He doesn't want to talk to the bastard, anyway.

having a fight within his head -- he wants to talk to the fucker, he doesn't want to talk to the fucker, and so on...

how he got here anyway, he can't remember anything from these past few days...so he gives up and knocks, scowling.

waits a few minutes, cursing under his breath -- damn that bastard, he's sleeping isn't he? -- and knocks again, louder this time.

fidgets and collects himself before reaching out to the doorknob, turning it and storming in (though he's not sure why he's storming), and

lets his feet guide him, somehow ending up on his way to Antonio's room, stopping again once he reaches the door.

if he should even bother knocking (the tomato bastard probably leaves all his doors unlocked)

takes a deep breath before opening the door, making sure that he makes enough noise to wake the idiot up as he barges into the room and

stands at the edge of Antonio's bed, fuming for some reason he can't really understand.

isn't ready to yell just yet and rips the blankets and sheets off of the sleeping bastard, hoping he knocks him off the bed in the process.

turns red with anger as he hears Antonio talk in his sleep and pushes the bastard off of the bed, finally yelling at him.

I AM NOT LIKE A FUCKING TOMATO YOU SHITTY DUMBASS! W-WHAT THE FUCK!

doesn't care at this point and glares down at him, half-tempted to kick him or throw a pillow at his face. "SO WHAT!?"

groans and tries to pull him off, still angry. "Get the fuck off of me!"

rolls his eyes and just stands there, begrudgingly allowing himself to be squeezed. "To do some mafia shit. Why do you care anyway?"

not amused but relaxes against him a little, his scowl from before turning into a pout. "W-Whatever..."

isn't going to do anything about Antonio touching him like this...he kind of misses it, and sighs instead. "Just like you did to me."

blushes, still a bit reluctant to touch the Spaniard himself (but he's almost there). "I said whatever, idiot."

doesn't reply and just stands there

doesn't know what to say except: "Bastard..."

doesn't want Antonio to make it up to him...it only makes him feel worse, so he doesn't answer again. He just wants him to shut the fuck up.

mumbles. "Shut the fuck up."

Shut the fuck up.

I never said I was mad.

getting annoyed again, and he doesn't know why. "Does it matter? Shut up." He wants Antonio to kiss him, but that's not going to happen.

knows this already, he's heard it many times before. Just kiss him already, dammit. "Shut the fuck up."

scowls, he's sick of this. He's not waiting anymore..."Just fucking kiss me already you damn oblivious bastard!"

finally realizes why he ended up back in this house, in this room. He kisses him back eagerly, pushing the other back towards the bed.

on top now, in control. He's not too sure about this but straddles him anyway, staring at him with an odd expression...a mix of his usual

anger, sadness, relief...and is that want? No, need. He needs him.

definitely not going to give in, he knows what the lazy bastard wants, and keeps staring.

won't.

frowns. "Will you shut the fuck up? You're ruining the mood."

rolls his eyes and leans down, his face only centimeters away from Antonio's now. "Make me."

up and gets off of Antonio, making sure to brush the bastard's crotch teasingly, and leaves.

storming off like this, but he has to...Antonio's just so fucking dumb. "No!"

stops for a second (he wants Antonio to catch up to him) and huffs. "Please...just shut the fuck up and stop ruining the mood.

Either you kiss me, or you make me want to kiss you. Capice?" (He can't believe he just said capice...he must really be out of his mind.)

being childish, but that's normal. "Promise, you bastard?"

grumbles and makes his way back to the bedroom. "I'll fucking kill you if you're lying..."

crawls back up onto the bed, back up on top of Antonio, and waits.

internally facepalms. "How the fuck do you usually seduce people?"

his face grow hot at Antonio's voice. "W-Well, then...how do you usually seduce me?"

glad Antonio didn't say anything about his extremely red face. "Speak to me in Spanish."

surprised that Antonio is actually doing what he wants and blushes more (if that's even possible). "O-Of course I did, bastard!"

shakes his head no.

just nods his head, mesmerized by Antonio's voice and those words that he can barely understand.

gasps and involuntarily rolls his hips against Antonio's hands, still nodding and feeling his body getting hot.