some reason it just irked him greatly. He was having such a wonderful day, him and Lovino just laying around and enjoying the great weather

of his country. It was times like these that Antonio loved. But it just happened to be ruined when the conversation turned sour. He wasn't

completely sure just what caused the mood to change. But all of a sudden, the smaller brunette was shouting profanities at him, not giving

any room to say anything. He would normally just let it go, but this was getting too much. He wouldn't even re-think some of the words the

Italian shouted in his face. He had to do something quick, or this would never stop...

[[For Lovi~<333]]

"You're such a fucking cum-sucking bastard! Fuck you fuck you fuck you!" he screamed at the other, arms flailing. They had been curled

happily in the sun, on a thick blanket with a picnic basket in the center. It had been times like that that Lovino was glad he'd worked up

the nerve to confess his feelings (well... sort of). Until Antonio had to ruin it as usual. He'd started going on and on about how pretty

each girl they knew was... which was like a thousand flaming arrows to the Italian's gasoline insecurities. Was he not as good? Were they

not a couple? He just... found himself bursting out, screaming. If Lovino stopped, he knew he would burst into tears instead. "I hate your

maggot-filled guts! Vaffanculo! Asshole-licker! Go die!"

He had to close his eyes to keep himself from shouting out (which he never did) for the other to just shut up (no matter how much he wanted

to). Letting out a shaky breath to prepare himself for the can of worms he was about to open. "Lovi...I don't know what brought this on,

but are all these...words really needed?" He asked, pretty sure the other could express himself without using such creative language.

"More fucking needed than your sorry ass!" he screeched, unapologetic, and then, in a tizzy fit of rage, goalee-kicked the unopened picnic

basket in the center of the blanket. Lovino knew the Spaniard had spent a long time making food for the basket, and even woke up early so

that way it would be ready by the time the younger brunette wanted to eat. He watched it sail a small distance before crashing and spilling

its contents onto the grass. He was almost sorry about the loss of the delicious food, especially when he hadn't eaten. Almost.

Antonio watched the basket sail through the air, a look of longing in his eyes. He thought his lover would enjoy the food he slaved over

instead of sending it airborne. The sad part is that most of the time, when he did something romantic for the Italian, it wasn't always

responded to in the way he wanted. Enough was enough; he could either let the younger male walk all over him all the time, or make it known

that he wasn't very tolerant if the treatment he was getting. "Lovino...that's it. I've had enough...you need to be taught a lesson." He

said, voice a little deeper then normal. He gripped the others wrist and started off towards the house.

His anger was momentarily stifled by shock as he was suddenly grabbed and dragged towards the house. But it didn't last long; he started to

twist and stuggle in the hold. "L-let go!" Lovino shrilled, heels digging into the ground and tugging at his arm. He didn't know what the

Spaniard thought he was up to, but whatever it was, the younger nation was still upset. "Cocksucker! Fucking stop it!"

"No. You need to be taught a lesson..." He said, pushing the back door open forcefully and dragging him inside. This was a cliche way to

punish the Italian, but it was the only way to get his point across. He took the angry Italian upstairs and towards their bathroom. "You

have such a dirty mouth...we have to clean it up~" he said, forcing the other to sit on the toilet.

He whimpered and protested the entire way, but he wasn't anywhere near as strong as his lover, and he was finally dragged through their

bedroom and into the bathroom. He wasn't in the mood for whatever game Antonio wanted to play, anger making him oblivious to the darkness in

the Spaniard's tone. "Fuck. Off," he snarled, eyes flashing with anger.

He snapped his hand over the Italians mouth, frowning at the words being spewed at him. "Such filthy language shouldn't be used...and you

won't just stop when I tell you..." He said calmly, trying to keep the upper hand in the situation. He reached over towards the sink and

grabbed the bar of soap sitting in a soap dish and held it up for his lover to see. "...this us the only way I think could help you with

your...problem..."

His anger flared up when his mouth was clapped over-- how dare that assfucking (he didn't pause to consider the irony) scumbag-- but when

he held up the bar of soap, Lovino's eyes widened, a pang of shock going through him. W-was he serious? He stared at the soap, imagining not

only the bitter alkaline taste, but also how dirty the bar must have been. He wasn't some sort of unruly child, either… Surely the Spaniard

just joking...

As much as his lover hoped he was joking, he was far from being comical. He let go of he others mouth and turned to the sink. He needed to

rinse the bar off a little bit and get it soapy before he shoved it into the mouth in question. But then again, thinking back to just how

much they used said bar, he figured he should use a new bar. Maybe he would make a ritual of this if the other male kept using his dirty

language. Grabbing a new bar and pulling it out of its box, he turned back to the Italian and placed it at his lips. "Now open up Lovi..."

Instead of being a reassurance, the grabbing of the new bar sewed a seed of dread in his belly. Surely... he was just... joking...? Lovino

kept his lips sealed tight when the bar was placed at his lips, hands clenched into fists and brows knotted up. Antonio was beginning to

scare him. He always swore, even when he didn't have a reason, and this time he definitely did. He averted his gaze, feeling his eyes sting

but resisting it.

Antonio saw his lips lock together, keeping him out. He would just have to do something about that. The idea of tugging the sensitive curl

to open his mouth, but then he would probably not be able to stop the teasing. Using his other hand, he tried to pry his lips open to take

bar of soap in. "Lovi...you need to learn a lesson...so open up. It'll all be over if you just do it now." He said, his face completely

devoid of his normal happy-go-lucky emotions. "Would you rather I spank you?"

He let out a soft cry, writhing on the toilet seat cover and trying to push the other away so he could make a getaway. His lips pressed

tighter together, eyes shutting tight and resolutely refusing the soap bar. The question made his cheeks flush, stomach dropping. W-was that

what this was about? Was... was Antonio going to get off on this?

It wasn't a matter of 'getting off' on this, the thought never crossed his mind. If anything, he was thinking of the other as his young ward

again and needed a way to make sure he listened to him. Then again...he hadn't done any of this nature to the other ever in his life. Well,

wherever this sudden idea of punishment came from, he wasn't about to back down from doing it. "Lovino..." He said warningly, his fingers

prying his lips open as best as he could, not getting far.

A soft whimper escaped from his lips, squirming as much as he could. His mouth was pried the slightest bit, but he managed to clamp it shut

again, jaw getting sore from how tight he was clenching it. He moved his hands up to try shoving at the Spaniard, desperation rising up in

chest, soap bar still pressed to his lips. Where would he go if he escaped? Call Feli to pick him up? He never thought he'd be run from his

own house... even if it was Antonio's house first.

His eyes narrowed more in concentration than in anger, but it probably wasn't perceived as such. He moved his hand away from the Italians

lips and took hold of his jaw, though he didn't squeeze too hard. He may not always come up with the best ideas for handling small things

like a cursing problem, but he would never think that anything he did would chase his lover away. He tried to pull the others jaw down,

hoping that it would get his mouth open faster. He could just Jan the soap against his lips but that would just hurt the other...and he

want to cause harm. He squeezed just a little tighter and pressed the soap to his lips more.

He cried out, eyes shutting tight and pricking with tears as the sharp alkaline taste of the soap started to hit his taste buds. He tried to

resist, but the other's pulling at his jaw slowly caused it to loosen until it was forced open, the soap bar jammed in deep and causing a

pitiful, resounding cry.

Smiling in triumph, and not seeing the small tears in the corners of his eyes, he removed his hand from the others jaw. "Now, we'll just

leave that there for a few minutes until I'm definitely sure you've learned your lesson." He kept a hold on the soap so it didn't go too

deep but also so the Italian couldn't spit it out. "Now you'll think twice about cursing so much Lovi..." Though, deep down, this was

probably more about the feelings of disrespect.

He whimpered as the bitter, stinging taste flooded his mouth, trembling and squirming in the iron grip. The brunette made choking noises,

more because of the taste than the soap actually going too far in his throat (he might have been used to ignoring his gag reflex). His eyes

shut tight, stinging with tears, and he squirmed harder when he felt the need to gag flood through him, anything to get the soap out of his

mouth.

He hated seeing his love in pain (well, it depended on the situation), but he had to teach him a lesson. "I wasn't joking Lovi. Your mouth

is too dirty sometimes...and you had no right to call me all those things outside and mess up our nice evening..." He said, looking down at

the sniffing Italian. "Just a few more minutes until I feel like you've learned from this." Though if he kept the soap in the others mouth,

refusing to let the other remove it, it would just cause him to be traumatized by it (and him).

He opened his mouth wide enough to manage a shrieked "Fuck you!" around the bar of soap (even if it was considerably muffled). If anyone

had no right to do something, it was Antonio! He wasn't a child, a-and the Spaniard deserved the names, and h-he just-- just-- Lovino made a

choking noise, from frustration and anger. And also the soap suds leaking down the back of his throat and burning.

His eyes immediately narrowed, knowing just what the other said despite his voice being muffled. When he felt he was being disrespected, he

became really cross. Just who was in control here? He still had a power issue; the need to be in complete control of the other when he felt

his power was compromised. "Well...we'll just have to scrub your mouth clean since if doesn't seem to be working..." His voice had deepened

quite a bit. He started to pull the soap out before slowly thrusting it back in. He grinned, looking at the way the other was taking it. He

knew that this was going to be entertaining.

((this is odd, but entertaining /lurks this))

His eyes went wide with shock, and the male cried out, trembling as the bar of soap began to thrust into his mouth. The soap was causing his

mouth to foam up with bubbles, and the bitter soapy taste was rubbing on his tongue, body begging him to make it stop. Lovino writhed and

squirmed, whimpering, eyes stinging with tears. He bit down on the bar in an attempt to stop the thrusts into his mouth.

[[>//w//> Actually based off of fc06.deviantart.net/fs70...]]

Biting down was ineffective, because it only caused shavings of soap to peal off. It did become a little tough to thrust the bar in and out,

but with a little more force, he was moving at a normal pace. He tilted the others head back, thrusting he soap in and trying to make it

hard for the Italian to pull away. "No biting, or you'll make things worse..." It was slowly occurring to the Spaniard that this motion was

quite similar to another motion that he loved doing...

He was forced to stop biting, because the extra force pushing on his teeth made them hurt. Though it didn't seem to be that good of an idea;

when he stopped biting down, the extra force became too much, and the soap bar was pushed too deep, making the Italian cry out and gag,

writhing to get away. He was starting to tremble violently, eyes misting up and cheeks flushed bright red. Lovino was already aware of how

familiar this felt, except it tasted a thousand times worse and burned his throat.

He figured the Italian got just what the motions looked like to him by the way his cheeks were flushing brightly. It was both exciting and

upsetting to watch; exciting for obvious reasons, but upsetting because in the end, this was harsh punishment instead of pleasurable

activities. He reached down with his other hand to wipe some stray foam and bubbles that were trailing down his chin. "Doesn't this make you

not want to curse at me anymore, Lovi?" He said, a smirk showing through on his face, his eyes darkening slightly with lust.

Hating the way that that smirk made his stomach drop, he set his jaw and glared at the Spaniard, eyes dark with anger rather than lust. The

brunette felt both foolish and lewd, and he really, really wanted to curse the other out-- scream at him until he understood just how

upset Lovino was. And partially as a big slap in the face, saying that the punishment didn't (and wouldn't ever) work. When Antonio felt the

need to assert his dominance, the Italian usually caved, but this time it had his blood boiling.

Antonio could just feel the anger radiating off of the Italian, causing him to lose all the excitement he had at first. He still figured

soap was working, but it would take a bit more punishment before he had the Italian in the palm of his hands. His smirk morphed into a

frown, his eyes losing the lust they had in then just slightly. "So you don't appreciate all of this...would you rather I spank you until

you've learned your lesson?" He asked, though he wasn't really giving the other an option. His frustrations were boiling over as well; how

had he survived so long with a lover that very rarely showed his appreciation?

His cheeks flushed bright red at the words, and his own anger faded to something akin to fear. Because of the soap, he couldn't reply, but

Lovino shook his head rapidly, staring up into the other's eyes. His hands curled into fists at his sides, heart beating fast. He couldn't

keep himself from thinking about Antonio carrying out what he threatened, which made him flush more, squirming and eyes watering up. T-this

embarrassing and shameful... he couldn't think like that...

Fear was better then anger in Antonio's eyes; a whole lot better. He held the others head still by gripping his chin and making him look

straight in his eyes. "But I think you deserve it...you've been really bad today..." He cooed, making the words sound more sinister then

they were supposed to be. He looked at the lips surrounding the bar of soap with slight jealously. Sure, it was his idea to use it, but now

that he had a change of plans, he wanted that soapy mess out. He pulled the bar out and took a step back (but standing near the door so

the Italian couldn't run), allowing the other to clean his mouth out if need-be.

He whimpered at the words, and shut his eyes as the soap bar was tugged from his mouth, leaving suds behind. Lovino stood on shaky legs,

face still flushed, and moved to the sink to rinse his mouth thoroughly. He allowed himself a glimmer of hope that the Spaniard would let

him go now, sneaking a glance at the male from the corner of his eye. He swished and spat until he could no longer taste bitter alkaline in

his mouth, leaning up against the wall with his eyes shut and taking deep breaths.