They were like dogs...two fierce, wild dogs, fighting over the right to mate with a female. The large, golden haired one had strength and youthfulness while the sleeker, silver haired one had speed and age. They growled and snarled at each other in a guttural language, volume rising until they were shouting over each other to be heard. Testosterone coursed through their bodies, muddling their minds until it was nothing more than that of an animal.
Fist swung, legs kicked out, heads butted; they didn't stop. Ribs bruised, bones cracked, flesh split open; they didn't stop. Blood was spilled...they continued.
As the fight dragged on, neither willing to stop until the other was defeated another body stood well away from the creatures, amber eyes watching in intensity. The lithe man watched the two beast, a small, knowing smile on his face as the brawl escalated. He knew what they were fighting over, what had caused two brothers to begin a small war on their own home front...him. They were fighting over him.
He giggled, amber eyes a light as the beasts fought. They could no longer be called men, their minds too far gone for such a compliment. They were beast, creatures, animals. Animals with only one goal in mind: rid themselves of their competition. At the rate blood spilled, it was any ones guess who would win the rights to their mate.
The brutes bit, scratch, kicked, anything to get the upper hand. 'He will be mine,' They thought in tandem, dodging attacks while delivering their own.
As the two continued on, the brown haired man could understand what the people of the past saw in animal bating. Watching these two large creatures go at it was a thrill all it's own. It made his blood pump, his heart beat quickly, and his loins stir. As much as he wished a winner would be decided, he would be patient-Oh! A new development had occurred.
The silver haired beast had pinned his brother underneath him, and using his teeth, ripped at the blue eyed male's neck, blood spraying his face as he awaited for his competition to finally cease movement. With a few more struggles, the larger creature finally ended his moving, becoming limp under the sleeker victor.
The lone spectator smiled, watching the silver haired creature turn to him slowly, fierce red eyes holding him in place. Suddenly, the man was pinned down underneath the creature as well, blood dripping onto his face and chest. "Good boy," He purred, lightly caressing the beast's face as the creature above him straddled his hips, preparing for a victory dance between him and his prize.
"Mine," The creature growled into his ear, before dipping his head to bite the man's neck, marking him for all to see.
"And you are mine, tesoro, all mine..."
A/N: I have no idea why I like a Dark!Italy so much! I've wanted to write about Germany and Prussia fighting for a while and I knew it was going to be Italy they were fighting over, but this just sort of...happened! I liked it though! It's a bit different from my normal writing style and I want to see what you think. Comments are loved and feed my muse! ~Ciao! Love Stripes!