Lovino Vargas couldn't recall what brought him to the front door of this mans house.

What he felt when the door opened and he was invited inside with a beautiful smile. And what he felt now as he lay in this man's bed, tangled in his sheets, drowning in the music of moans and whimpers he made as he began to explore areas forbidden to an average stranger.

What had brought him here?

" Ah, Fratello.." came the slight whine of his twin brother, Feliciano Vargas. The boy was an incredible, well-known artist in the city who was prone to weekly rounds of creative-blocks if he had lost his muse.

" I just don't know what to paint anymore..Ariano said I should try looking at art galleries but there's nothing there for me.." he said, fiddling with the spoon and fork no longer neatly wrapped in their white napkin.

They sat across from each other at a small coffee shop, Feliciano had invited him to today. This marked the 37th coffee shop Feliciano has managed to find over the course of two weeks. Lovino noted how he had never seen this place before and it was most likely new, this being the 3rd week of his and Feliciano's outings he was certain that they've been to every coffee shop in town.

" When do you think Ludwig will come back?" his brother finally said. Lovino already knew that Feliciano was only using him as a fill in for his husband, Ludwig, who was pulled off on a family trip with his own brother last week. It was clear that his brother was lonely, and he felt bad for him. But, why did HE have to be subjected to this nonsense everyday? He had a life too. As a chef in fact, but coming straight out of work to a coffee shop outing or heading to one each morning was becoming dull and exhausting.

" Keep your balls on. You can paint the bastard naked again in a couple of days." Lovino said, leaning back in his chair and raising a glare to the ceiling.

" But, it's hard to paint without him! What if...What if someone else decides to paint him?" Feliciano bit his thumbnail, panic rising in his voice.

" Why the hell would he let someone else paint him?"

" He has a nice body! Anyone may want to touch him-.. Maybe I should try that copyright thing-"

" You can't copyright people, idiota."

" I can try!" Feliciano said with a giggle, the odd cowlick on his head swaying and curling into a heart as he did.

" Perdón señores!" A cheerful voice grabbed the brother's attention. Lovino caught a million-dollar smile tan skin, green eyes, curly brown hair and he was Spanish judging by his accent. He pondered if this café hired attractive males just to divert attention away from their no doubt god-awful coffee.

" Ciao!" Feliciano returned the greeting with just as much cheer, bringing a wide smile to the Spaniards face.

" My name is Antonio." He began. " You both are the first two customers I've ever had! I just opened up yesterday!" he beamed down at them, the excitement in his eyes hard to miss.

" I know! I saw your Ad in the newspaper!" Feliciano said, kicking his legs under the table childishly and hitting Lovino. He decided to return a kick into his knee, sending his brother backwards in his chair with a yelp.

Lovino just smirked and leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table.

" Oops. So sorry, fratello! Are you hurt?" there was no sincerity in his voice, a wicked smirk on his face.

Feliciano just laid on the ground pouting, with his arms crossed and a leg rested over another. "I like the view from here!" he said giggling.

Antonio watched them quietly before bursting into a small fit of laughter. It was like music to Lovino's ears. He hated music.

" I like you two! How about some coffee on the house?" Antonio offered as Feliciano stood up and moved his chair back into the table.

" Free coffee? I think I just found my new favorite coffee shop!" Feliciano clapped in delight. "Grazie, Antonio!"

" It better taste good." Was all Lovino said before Antonio nodded with a determined look, turned and left to make their drinks.

" Free Coffee? Hah! He'll probably drop his own shit in it for that chair stunt you pulled." Lovino said, finding himself fiddling with napkin that cradled his utensils.

" You're the one who kicked me! Besides, he seems too nice to do that.." Feliciano said in an assuring manner, a wide smile on his face.

Antonio returned with piping hot cups of fresh coffee, placing it down in front of them. " Here's an Espresso or as they say in Italia, Caffè!" he gave his award winning smile again and the brothers picked up the cups gently. " But you might not want to drink it-"

" Cheers!" Feliciano said before taking a drink and yelping in pain. " ACK-!"

" -Yet! AH! Are you okay?" Antonio started to panic , rushing to Feliciano and attempting to fan his tounge as Feli sniffled and hung it out of his mouth.

" Dumbass." Lovino murmured before blowing over the top of his coffee and rocking it around a little in it's cup before taking a small sip.

The burning sensation eased enough for Feliciano to taste the espresso and Lovino had to admit, he was impressed with what he tasted.

" È buono!" they shouted in harmony.

Feliciano blew a kiss to the air. "Mphwah! Magnifico!" he said with a laugh. " Compliments to you, Toni!"

Lovino nodded in agreement. It was really good coffee. It may have been the handsome man means automatically good coffee equation, but Lovino didn't care at the moment. What he tasted was borderline quality unlike most of the other shops they've visited where he would spit the coffee into the waiters face if they were in range.

" I may have to pay you for this." Lovino said, Feliciano nodding in agreement and immediately whipping out a twenty-dollar bill.
"Tip for you!" Feli chimed to him happily.

" Oh I couldn't- I mean..they're on the house really-.." Antonio blushed and smiled, rubbing the back of his head.
" Take the damn bill!" Lovino practically ordered. " It's your first day of business. You're gonna need it."

There was a brief silence that was broken by the happy sigh of Antonio as he accepted the bill. "..Gracias."

" Don't mind, Lovino. He's always grumpy!" Feliciano said sliding the dollar into Antonio's apron pocket. Lovino was tempted to give him another kick in the knee, but decided that these cheap chairs may not be able to take another hit like that.

Antonio clasped his hands over his chest and smiled. "G..Gracias, que Dios los bendiga!"

Lovino and Feliciano left twenty dollar tips for Antonio with a promise to return the next time they desired coffee.

For once, Lovino actually felt satisfied with today's coffee run.
Perhaps thirty seven was his lucky number.

To be continued.