Filled with Spain/Romano because rarepairs, what are they? This is my first time doing a kink meme fill, so I hope it's okay! I apologize if this isn't exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you like it anyway!
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“I’m getting cold,” Romano grumbles, pulling his jacket closer around himself and rubbing his arms.
Spain smiles. “Be patient. It won’t be long now.”
They sit, still and silent, listening to the gentle lull of the waves as they caress the shore. Bored, Romano rakes his fingers idly through the sand until Spain’s excited shriek breaks the peaceful night air, making him jump.
“Roma, look! They’re here!”
Fighting back a smile at Spain’s obvious delight, Romano looks towards the sea where the first turtle, huge and heavy, is hauling herself ashore. Grabbing his shoulders, Spain shakes him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Here she comes!”
They watched, transfixed, as the turtle drags herself up the beach- slow, but powerful and determined. The brilliant moonlight shines on her shiny carapace, still glistening wet. Along the shoreline, others can be seen emerging from the water in ones and twos, making their way up the sand.
Finding a suitable spot, the enormous turtle sets to work scraping a shallow hole in the sand with her powerful flippers. Settling herself over her burrow, she begins the hard labour of laying her eggs. Stealthily, so as not to frighten her, Spain creeps down the beach, motioning for Romano to follow.
They crouch on either side of the burrow as the turtle goes soundlessly about her business. Spain's voice is reverent. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
Romano nods sincerely, awestruck as he takes in the turtle’s ancient, wizened face and the exquisite pattern on her shell. He watches as each slimy, off-white orb slides into the sandy depression beneath her. Illuminated by the moon, they seem to glow like a chest full of pearls. Romano can see the thick, sticky ‘tears’ that run down her cheeks. They watch her for what seems like an eternity before Spain speaks softly again.
“But it’s sad, don’t you think?”
“What is?”
“She works so hard for them. She travels hundreds of miles to make her nest here, and she cries all alone on the beach. But she’ll never know the babies that she leaves here tonight.”
Romano studies Spain’s face, not sure what to say. All around them they hear the shuffling of the many turtles moving sand, and the hiss of the water as it hits the shore. A breeze blows, ruffling their hair. Spain sits back, leaning on his hands. He looks out over the ocean, his eyes clouded by some distant memory.
“Maybe it’s better that way. She’ll never know the worry of trying to raise someone right. She’ll never have to fear for their safety or their future. And there won’t be any pain for her, when they eventually grow up and go away.” Suddenly he laughs, shaking himself out of his reverie as he runs a sandy hand through his hair. “Ah, listen to me! I’m making myself sound old, huh?”
Romano stands, brushing the sand from his legs. Moving to the other side of the burrow, he sits beside Spain. He wraps his arms around his knees, drawing them up to his chest. “Spain, don’t be such a dumbass,” he says bluntly. “I bet she’d be proud of them. She gives them the best start she can, and even though she can’t be there for them, they don’t complain about being abandoned. They need to grow up tough, and that’s why they have to be independent right from the start. Even this one,” he gestures to the female in front of them “was only little once. Think of all that she’s survived to make it back here.”
Turning to face him, Spain runs a hand tenderly across Romano’s cheek. He leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips, before grabbing him around the waist and pulling him onto his lap. Beside them, the turtle covers her nest with sand, smoothing it down lovingly before she turns to make her way back down to the water. With Spain’s chin resting on Romano’s shoulder, they watch her go, sliding quietly into the surf and swimming gracefully away.
Romano raises a hand to wave her on her way as Spain grazes his lips against the base of his neck in a way that makes his breath catch in his throat. He turns in Spain’s grasp until he is straddling his lap, legs wrapped around his waist. Placing a hand on the back of Spain’s head, Romano kisses him forcefully. “Roma...” Spain whispers hotly. He brings their lips together again, slipping his tongue into Romano’s mouth. Moaning softly, Romano pulls Spain closer to him, growing dizzy from the lack of air. Spain breaks the kiss, laughing breathlessly.
“I am proud of you, Roma,” he says quietly. “I always have been.”
Romano feels his cheeks go red and he looks away, hoping Spain won’t notice in the dark. “I was talking about the turtles, moron!”
“Of course you were,” Spain teases.
Kissing him again in an effort to shut him up, Romano rolls his hips a little, grinding against Spain’s crotch. He smirks when he earns a small, frustrated groan, feeling Spain harden a little beneath him. Running his hands down his back, Spain comes to rest on his hips, tugging gently at the waistband of his trousers.
“May I?”
Romano gives a curt nod, suddenly shy, as Spain begins to undo the fastenings, pulling his zip down with a grin. Lifting himself, Romano helps Spain slide them down over his hips, shivering when the cold night air hits his exposed flesh. Spain looks at him through darkened eyes and takes Romano’s cock in his hand, giving him a few slow, gentle strokes, making his eyes flutter closed with a soft whine.
With his free hand he pulls ineffectually at the knot that holds his own shorts up and Romano sighs, moving off Spain’s lap to allow him to undress properly. Done, Spain kneels in front of him, his legs on either side of Romano’s, their bodies pressed close. He wraps long fingers around both their erections, now flushed and slick. Romano’s blush deepens, aroused now instead of embarrassed, and he bites his lip to hold back his moans as their flesh slides together, heavy and hot.
Spain’s eyes are closed as they both lose themselves in the feel of of skin on skin, their rhythm matching the swish and spray of the tide. Something hot begins to uncoil in Romano’s chest, snaking downwards as his pulse quickens and he rides high on his pleasure, resisting the temptation to succumb just yet. He moves one hand down to rest on top of Spain’s, squeezing gently, while the other tangles in the soft curls at the nape of his neck.
A constant stream of sweet, meaningless words falls from Spain’s lips, but Romano is silent, panting at the sensation of Spain’s strong hand pumping him faster and faster, arching his back and bucking up into the contact as he feels his stomach tighten with his imminent release. He spurts over their coupled hands, head thrown back, mute with the force of his orgasm. Spain lowers his forehead to Romano’s shoulder, his breathing heavy and wanton in Romano’s ear as he finishes himself off, spilling into the sand beneath them. They slump heavily against each other, wordlessly seeking each other out in a tender embrace.
After a few quiet moments, Spain is the first to move, offering a hand to help Romano to his feet. They dress without speaking, neither wanting to break the stillness. The tide is going out and most of the turtles have completed their egg-laying, the beach scarred with the tracks they leave behind as they return the way they came. Spain watches them go, proud and happy and a little sad. Romano stands quietly at his side, taking his hand. The first pink rays of the new day are peeking over the horizon.
“They’ll be back, Spain,” Romano reassures him. “They’ll all come back to you, eventually.”
Wow, A!A. The smut was hot (and I love non-penetrative stuff), and even such a short story had a lot of depth. I also love your style, some of the turns of phrase here were lovely. I hope you'll be filling more! :)
Thank you so much, I'm really pleased to hear that you enjoyed it! I'm relieved that the actual sex didn't fall completely flat- I'm not used to writing that kind of thing at all! There were a few other prompts that interested me, so you'll probably be hearing from me in the future. Thank you for your encouragement!
Don't apologize! How could I be unhappy with this?
First of all, TURTLES, second, Spain/Romano is an awesome pairing, third, the sex was hot and intense, and lastly, TURTLES. I really liked what you did with my idea!
And the dynamic in this was very refreshing, with serious not-completely-oblivious Spain and Romano doing the reassuring instead of being always the one in need of reassurance. You write them both very well.
Ah- I'm really thrilled that you liked it! Thank you! I just love writing this pair, I can't ever leave them alone. It didn't actually occur to me that this is kind of different to how you usually see them, but you're right! I always suspect that, in private, Spain would have a lot of quiet, contemplative moments. He's seen a lot in his 'lifetime' and even in canon he is pretty nostalgic, I suppose! And I love turtles, too! There is something deeply fascinating about them- one of my favourite animals, for sure.
This is so sweet! I loved the reason why they were on the beach in the first place and Romano trying to reassure Spain even though he'll deny it when asked and how beautiful the sex was.
Thank you very much! I just thought it seemed like a plausible (and romantic!) thing for them to do together. And yeah, I'm sure Romano will be back to his usual self in the morning!
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“I’m getting cold,” Romano grumbles, pulling his jacket closer around himself and rubbing his arms.
Spain smiles. “Be patient. It won’t be long now.”
They sit, still and silent, listening to the gentle lull of the waves as they caress the shore. Bored, Romano rakes his fingers idly through the sand until Spain’s excited shriek breaks the peaceful night air, making him jump.
“Roma, look! They’re here!”
Fighting back a smile at Spain’s obvious delight, Romano looks towards the sea where the first turtle, huge and heavy, is hauling herself ashore. Grabbing his shoulders, Spain shakes him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Here she comes!”
They watched, transfixed, as the turtle drags herself up the beach- slow, but powerful and determined. The brilliant moonlight shines on her shiny carapace, still glistening wet. Along the shoreline, others can be seen emerging from the water in ones and twos, making their way up the sand.
Finding a suitable spot, the enormous turtle sets to work scraping a shallow hole in the sand with her powerful flippers. Settling herself over her burrow, she begins the hard labour of laying her eggs. Stealthily, so as not to frighten her, Spain creeps down the beach, motioning for Romano to follow.
They crouch on either side of the burrow as the turtle goes soundlessly about her business.
Spain's voice is reverent. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
Romano nods sincerely, awestruck as he takes in the turtle’s ancient, wizened face and the exquisite pattern on her shell. He watches as each slimy, off-white orb slides into the sandy depression beneath her. Illuminated by the moon, they seem to glow like a chest full of pearls. Romano can see the thick, sticky ‘tears’ that run down her cheeks. They watch her for what seems like an eternity before Spain speaks softly again.
“But it’s sad, don’t you think?”
“What is?”
“She works so hard for them. She travels hundreds of miles to make her nest here, and she cries all alone on the beach. But she’ll never know the babies that she leaves here tonight.”
Romano studies Spain’s face, not sure what to say. All around them they hear the shuffling of the many turtles moving sand, and the hiss of the water as it hits the shore. A breeze blows, ruffling their hair. Spain sits back, leaning on his hands. He looks out over the ocean, his eyes clouded by some distant memory.
“Maybe it’s better that way. She’ll never know the worry of trying to raise someone right. She’ll never have to fear for their safety or their future. And there won’t be any pain for her, when they eventually grow up and go away.” Suddenly he laughs, shaking himself out of his reverie as he runs a sandy hand through his hair. “Ah, listen to me! I’m making myself sound old, huh?”
Romano stands, brushing the sand from his legs. Moving to the other side of the burrow, he sits beside Spain. He wraps his arms around his knees, drawing them up to his chest. “Spain, don’t be such a dumbass,” he says bluntly. “I bet she’d be proud of them. She gives them the best start she can, and even though she can’t be there for them, they don’t complain about being abandoned. They need to grow up tough, and that’s why they have to be independent right from the start. Even this one,” he gestures to the female in front of them “was only little once. Think of all that she’s survived to make it back here.”
Turning to face him, Spain runs a hand tenderly across Romano’s cheek. He leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips, before grabbing him around the waist and pulling him onto his lap. Beside them, the turtle covers her nest with sand, smoothing it down lovingly before she turns to make her way back down to the water. With Spain’s chin resting on Romano’s shoulder, they watch her go, sliding quietly into the surf and swimming gracefully away.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-02 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)“I am proud of you, Roma,” he says quietly. “I always have been.”
Romano feels his cheeks go red and he looks away, hoping Spain won’t notice in the dark. “I was talking about the turtles, moron!”
“Of course you were,” Spain teases.
Kissing him again in an effort to shut him up, Romano rolls his hips a little, grinding against Spain’s crotch. He smirks when he earns a small, frustrated groan, feeling Spain harden a little beneath him. Running his hands down his back, Spain comes to rest on his hips, tugging gently at the waistband of his trousers.
“May I?”
Romano gives a curt nod, suddenly shy, as Spain begins to undo the fastenings, pulling his zip down with a grin. Lifting himself, Romano helps Spain slide them down over his hips, shivering when the cold night air hits his exposed flesh. Spain looks at him through darkened eyes and takes Romano’s cock in his hand, giving him a few slow, gentle strokes, making his eyes flutter closed with a soft whine.
With his free hand he pulls ineffectually at the knot that holds his own shorts up and Romano sighs, moving off Spain’s lap to allow him to undress properly. Done, Spain kneels in front of him, his legs on either side of Romano’s, their bodies pressed close. He wraps long fingers around both their erections, now flushed and slick. Romano’s blush deepens, aroused now instead of embarrassed, and he bites his lip to hold back his moans as their flesh slides together, heavy and hot.
Spain’s eyes are closed as they both lose themselves in the feel of of skin on skin, their rhythm matching the swish and spray of the tide. Something hot begins to uncoil in Romano’s chest, snaking downwards as his pulse quickens and he rides high on his pleasure, resisting the temptation to succumb just yet. He moves one hand down to rest on top of Spain’s, squeezing gently, while the other tangles in the soft curls at the nape of his neck.
A constant stream of sweet, meaningless words falls from Spain’s lips, but Romano is silent, panting at the sensation of Spain’s strong hand pumping him faster and faster, arching his back and bucking up into the contact as he feels his stomach tighten with his imminent release. He spurts over their coupled hands, head thrown back, mute with the force of his orgasm. Spain lowers his forehead to Romano’s shoulder, his breathing heavy and wanton in Romano’s ear as he finishes himself off, spilling into the sand beneath them. They slump heavily against each other, wordlessly seeking each other out in a tender embrace.
After a few quiet moments, Spain is the first to move, offering a hand to help Romano to his feet. They dress without speaking, neither wanting to break the stillness. The tide is going out and most of the turtles have completed their egg-laying, the beach scarred with the tracks they leave behind as they return the way they came. Spain watches them go, proud and happy and a little sad. Romano stands quietly at his side, taking his hand. The first pink rays of the new day are peeking over the horizon.
“They’ll be back, Spain,” Romano reassures him. “They’ll all come back to you, eventually.”
“I know,” he smiles. “I’ll be waiting for them.”
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-02 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-05-02 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)There were a few other prompts that interested me, so you'll probably be hearing from me in the future. Thank you for your encouragement!
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-02 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)First of all, TURTLES, second, Spain/Romano is an awesome pairing, third, the sex was hot and intense, and lastly, TURTLES. I really liked what you did with my idea!
And the dynamic in this was very refreshing, with serious not-completely-oblivious Spain and Romano doing the reassuring instead of being always the one in need of reassurance. You write them both very well.
Thanks a lot for a very nice fill, anon!
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-05-02 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)I just love writing this pair, I can't ever leave them alone. It didn't actually occur to me that this is kind of different to how you usually see them, but you're right! I always suspect that, in private, Spain would have a lot of quiet, contemplative moments. He's seen a lot in his 'lifetime' and even in canon he is pretty nostalgic, I suppose!
And I love turtles, too! There is something deeply fascinating about them- one of my favourite animals, for sure.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-03 03:14 am (UTC)(link)I look forward to your future fills! :D
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-05-03 09:17 am (UTC)(link)I'm looking forward to writing them!
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-03 10:51 am (UTC)(link)I love your writing!
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-05-03 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)And yeah, I'm sure Romano will be back to his usual self in the morning!