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Lovino typed restlessly on his computer. It was dark in the room, with the only light being his laptop screen, since it was already very late, and he was the only one there. But apparently, this was what he got for procrastinating so much.
He sighed in relief as he finally finished and sent the file, and looked at the clock - it was a little past midnight, Feliziano would already be home for the weekend, and probably mad at him again... He decided to go to the bathroom before leaving, since it was a long drive home.
Entering the men's restroom, he thought about what excuse he would tell Feliziano - when suddenly, he was grabbed by the waist and mouth from behind, immobilizing him. Lovino yelped and struggled against the grip, but the man was too strong for him.
"Oh, Lovino," the man purred in his ear, his cold, hoarse voice chilling Lovino to the bone. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this perfect chance." He roughly pushed Lovino against the bathroom wall, pinning his arms in front of him, which allowed him to gag him with his tie.
"WHAT THE- mph!" Lovino desperately tried to protest, but even if he was acting brave, immense fear was quickly taking over him.
Suddenly, he felt a needle pierce the skin of his neck. He squirmed against the man, never ceasing his attempts to free himself. Strangely, he felt the strength gradually draining from his limbs. In a few seconds, his efforts weakened drastically, and he went almost limp, barely able to stand.
"Now, that's more like it, huh?" the man said with an audible smirk, removing the needle from his neck.
What... does he want? Lovino thought fearfully. What is he gonna do to me now...?
The man abruptly pulled his hips backwards and reached around him to fumble with his pants button, then pulled his pants down along with his boxers. Eyes widening, Lovino let out muffled protests and tried once again to free himself - futile attempts, since his limbs were very weak. The man suddenly jerked him around to face him, and landed a heavy blow on Lovino's jaw.
"You might want to keep quiet," he spat.
Lovino tasted blood in his mouth, but kept cursing his lungs out.
"Need more? Alright with me!" Another punch, this one on Lovino's stomach, knocked the air out of him. He barely had the chance to breathe as several more fists beat him restlessly, sending shocks of piercing agony in his body.
By the time they were over, Lovino was barely able to stand. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and his legs bucked and he slid to the floor, but the man grabbed a handful of his hair and forcibly pulled him up, facing the wall again, and Lovino groaned in pain. Then the man literally ripped his shirt off, and he gasped at the contact of the cold tiles with his battered skin.
Something suddenly pressed between his cheeks and poked his hole, and his eyes widened as he realized what it was. The man held his arms in a lock behind his back.
Then he thrust.
Lovino cried in agony against the gag, the immense pain of being stretched in this way was was something new, something he had never expected. But the man slammed the side of his head against the wall, opening a wound. Barely conscious, Lovino didn't even have the strength to scream anymore.
Without giving him a chance, the man mercilessly pounded into him, occasionally hitting a spot inside him that would send white-hot pain all over his body, yet Lovino could only twitch and yelp. He could feel the dry friction of the man's member sliding in and out of him, and tears of humiliation fell down his face, feeling disgusted not only at the man, but also at himself.
It was too much. Lovino's consciousness started slipping. Everything was becoming blurry, even the pain.
Only vaguely did he feel the man unexpectedly pull out and release him, making him fall to the floor limp.
"R-Romano?!" he heard a familiar voice call, drawing closer.
He caught a blurry glimpse of Antonio's horrified expression before he passed out.