So, hey! :3 This is my first fanfic, and it contains our favourite... YAOI! So if you no like-y, no read-y! And if you don't like, but still read... don't say I didn't warn you! ;) Please be nice to me! :3
Also, I'm SORRY for any OOC'ness! I'm too much of a softie at times...
LudwigxFeliciano/GerIta. BoyxBoy, Masturbation, Gilbert's potty mouth, you know the drill...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia : Axis Powers. (le sob~)
Anyway, enough of my babbling... ENJOY! :D
Ludwig:
It was a normal, quiet day in the British suburbs. Well, if you could call it quiet with Gilbert Beilschmidt around…
"And then, you wouldn't believe what happened, West! Well, with the totally awesome me, you probably would, but anyway…"
"Yeah, yeah; I can guess… You beat off all the bad guys single handedly, and won yourself a beautiful woman as a prize?"
"Well, it was a gorgeous man actually, but you got the point. Anyway; then we went back to his place, and…"
"Enough!" I growled impatiently. "It was kind enough of England to invite us here for our vacation, without the whole street hearing about your one night stands!"
"Just 'cause I've been laid more times than you, West!"
"East, I'm warning you…"
By this time, we had reached a small coffee shop.
"Come on, let's get a coffee and forget about it huh? I'll pay…"
"Fine."
As we stepped through the door, I couldn't help but to be immediately enveloped in the welcoming atmosphere. Steam rose up from the coffee machines, and seemed to reach out to us and beckon us into this little slice of perfection.
"Wow, Hungary was right; this place is amazing!" my brother breathed. Finally, something we agreed on. I was suddenly glad about Gil's unusual relationship with Elizaveta…
"I am glad you like it," came a quiet voice from behind us. We both turned to see a small, slim Asian man with raven-black hair and porcelain skin. "I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting. Konnichiwa; I am Kiku Honda."
"Hi there Kiku! I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, and this is my brother Ludwig!"
"Guten tag Kiku," I said, with what I hoped was a good imitation of a smile.
"It is wonderful to meet you both. Please, take a seat; your waiter Feliciano will be with you in a moment." With an uncomfortable smile, he turned neatly and walked away.
"Woah; that guy was strange!"
"Bruder." I snapped impatiently, "The poor man's obviously very nervous around new people… We don't want you making it any worse!"
"Sorry, sorry! You'd never know how much you loved torture and shit with how soft you are now, West…"
Fortunately, we'd reached a table by this point, and sat down facing an impeccably finished ornamental garden. I couldn't help thinking to myself if Kiku had done this; it certainly wouldn't surprise me.
As we waited, I found my mind wandering back to what Gilbert had said earlier… 'Just 'cause I've been laid more times than you!' More likely than not, this was true; although it depends on how many of them he's actually telling the exact truth about. It was true though; I was in a sexual slump, but I wasn't about to admit it to my own brother. Ever since that time, I've always been uncertain about where I really am in all this. One stupid mistake…
"Oi bruder, the waiter's asking you something!" My stupid brother's voice reached me through a haze, and snapped me back to reality.
"Huh…? Verdammt, I'm sorry; I was in a world of my own. What did you say?"
"Ve~ it's okay signore! My brother tells me off all the time for doing that!"
That accent… it was as smooth as the silk tie I was wearing, yet with an undertone of something more subtle… Strange; I wonder what it is…
"Hey, bruder!" Fingers snapped in front of my nose. "He's still talking to you!"
" Watch it, bruder! If you do that again, I won't be held responsible for what I do!"
"Don't worry about it signore! I was asking you as to how you like your coffee!"
"Black please," I smiled tentatively as I looked up at the waiter, "No sug-"
And that's when I saw the most beautiful face I had seen in a while. Feliciano's eyes met mine, and it was as if time itself had stood still. He had brown eyes, much like Kiku's; except his were deep hazel, with lighter flecks of yellow; full of life and laughter. High cheekbones followed down to a chiselled jawline, and deep crimson, cherry-red lips. They mesmerised me; I somehow wondered if they tasted as good as they looked. My eyes traced down his body; slim, yet slightly muscular arms and shoulders gave way to a completely flat stomach, and long athletic legs. To finish off this image of perfection, he had coppery-brunette hair; brushed neatly into a side parting, except for one unruly cowlick that seemed to protrude out of the left hand side of his head. If only…
"Signore? Are you well?"
Shit. "Oh sorry; I did it again… Just a black coffee, no sugar thank you."
"Okay! I didn't think you'd need sugar… You seem sweet enough as it is signore, if you don't mind me saying so! I'll be back in a moment with your drinks, ve~!" And with that, he turned perkily and walked away with a spring in his step.
Wow.
Feliciano:
Mio Dio, did that really just happen? I had to control myself as I walked away from the god of a man; with forced nonchalance, I walked into the coffee preparation area to make the coffee.
He was so beautiful. That air of importance and uniformity made him untouchable; he seems to emanate power and control. My God, that blonde hair; slicked back so neatly, I wondered what he would look like with it wild and untamed. But those eyes, his eyes, sparkling with intelligence … What would they look like clouded with lust? I wouldn't mind finding out…
No. He was a stranger; I don't go around passing myself off on strangers, even though I am Italian! But he had that animal magnetism about him, which made me want to see him again; to be held in those strong arms, against that wide chest…
"Feliciano-san?"
"Ahh! Kiku, you scared me; stop creeping up on me like that!"
"My apologies, Feliciano-san; it won't happen again. But table 3 is waiting on their coffee…"
"Si, si, it will be ready in a moment!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice perky. I hesitated; "Kiku, can I ask you something?"
"Hai, of course."
"Those two signores; h-have they been here before?"
"I do not recognise them, but I am only here three days in the week; maybe Yao has seen them before; I shall ask him for you."
"Okay, thank you Kiku!" I smiled, and he turned and walked off.
Right, two coffees nearly done… Shit! In my reverie, I hadn't noticed thatone of the coffee cups had not been balanced properly; choosing this moment to tilt and fall, spilling its entire contents over my hand, the counter, and my trousers. Immediately, I could feel my skin beginning to burn underneath the scalding liquid. Dio, that was hot! Sprinting over to the sink, I immediately plunged my hand under the cold water tap, hissing in pain as the water ran over the red welt on the back of my hand. I really should get some water on the burn on my thigh too, I thought; I don't want that blistering! So with that, I jogged over to the ice dispenser, scooped out a few lumps of ice, and wrapped them in a tea towel. I then proceeded to undo my trousers; sliding them down my thighs until the burn was revealed; a red patch of skin just on the inside of my left thigh.
This was going to hurt. I gritted my teeth and pressed the towel down onto the burn. The sudden drop in temperature made me cry out in pain; tears involuntarily springing to my eyes. Fuck! Ah, God, that hurts!
"F-Feliciano, are you alright? I- I was on my way from the restroom, and I thought I heard y-you- your..."
Shit. Not here, please don't let him have seen anything…
"I- I just spilled the coffee and burned myself; I'll be - ah! – alright in a moment."
"W-would you like me to take a look at your burns? I – ah, trained as a medic back in Germany... That is, only if you want me to…"
"Ve~ well… okay. But please be careful."
Idiota; what did you think he was going to be?
"It's alright, I won't hurt you. That's a promise, okay?"
I forced myself to look at him; scared of what I would see in those eyes. They were still as beautiful as ever, but his features were weighted with what looked like concern. Why would he care enough to help me? He doesn't even know me!
My internal babble was cut immediately short when I felt his hand on my thigh, examining the burn. I could feel every callous on his otherwise smooth but tough skin. His touch however, was another thing. Every feather light touch I felt on my skin contrasted completely with the hands worn by decades of hard work. The overwhelming combination of him looking like that, touching me like that, became too much. I let out a small moan, immediately regretting it and biting down on my lip. But it was too late; he'd heard it.
"I'm sorry, am I hurting you?" His voice was immediately tinged with guilt.
"No, no; it's alright… I'm a bit of a wimp when it comes to things like this…"
"Well, if you're sure… I'm going to have to move you into a lighter area; I can't see properly if there's any serious damage to your skin," he mumbled, so quietly I could barely hear him. How odd…
"Okay."
"I'm going to lift you onto the counter, just to save you from walking there, alright?"
"Ve~ okay… I guess…"
Without warning, two arms wrapped strongly but gently around my waist; one hand moving up to brace the back of my head, the other intimately supporting the small of my back. Why is he carrying me? I can walk perfectly fine. But that wasn't the only problem I had…
"There. Now, I don't think there'll be any lasting damage; it looks like that ice has brought down the worst of it…" His voice trailed off, as he moved his eyes up towards my waist. Please don't let him see it… It was extremely obvious by now; the bulge in my boxers was growing larger by the minute…
Fuck.
He brought his eyes up, and met mine. This time, there was no mistake with what was in them…
I felt completely overwhelmed; I could almost feel the heat radiating off his body as he moved in towards me, gently stroking the side of my face, and laying his other hand on my right thigh. I drank him in; acknowledging the feel of his firm legs against mine. But there wasn't just that… There was something else, nudging against my waist.
What was happening?
"Si-signore? I- I don't understand…" There was a pleading trace to my voice, and I bit down on my sentence immediately, as if trying futilely to prevent the words falling from my lips. He looked up at me, from underneath sandy blonde eyelashes, his eyes glittering naughtily. Dio, fuck! This should not be happening! Almost automatically, without realising what I was doing, I pulled his head closer to mine, so our foreheads were touching.
"Felici-ano…" he whispered lovingly.
That was all I needed. Seizing him by the lapels, I pulled his lips upwards towards mine. Our mouths met in a sensual dance of tongues and lips; the tingling in my crotch was growing forever stronger by the minute. I could feel the deep heat pooling and whirling in my lower half.
D-dio, I'm not going to last much longer if he doesn't stop…!
Ludwig:
Mein Gott, I never thought this would happen.
Feliciano was becoming further and further gone with every passing minute; each moan that fell from his lips, every Italian expletive, filtered into my mind and burned there passionately. Grabbing his hips, I locked them firmly against my own, grinding against him lustfully as our tongues battled for dominance. This elicited a louder moan from the petite Italian, and a fierce snap of his hips caused the friction between our arousals to increase exponentially.
"Oh Gott, Feliciano, you're driving me crazy! Verdammt, do something about it!"
"Ve~ you need any help with that?" His voice dropped seductively, and his eyes followed to alight on my crotch. I suddenly felt overwhelmed…
What are we doing?!
"Ahn! Gott, Feliciano!" Through my panic,I hadn't noticed that Feliciano had gently pushed my trousers down to my knees, and he was gently palming me through my underwear. This touch alone was enough to set me on fire; the heat looked like it was reaching Feliciano too. He closed his eyes, panting with desire, pushed his hand under his underwear, and began pleasuring himself with his other hand.
Gott, he's an expert at this. Maybe I should…
I reached out; gently laying my hand on top of the palm gathered in his crotch and moved it gently aside, pushing his boxers down completely. I wrapped my hand around his arousal and started rubbing, keeping in rhythm with his movements. At this point, we were tangled up within the coffee preparation room, ankles locked together, pouring with sweat; a trickle of pants, moans and snatches of German and Italian falling from our lips. My hair had fallen out of its regimented gel, escaping to curl around my cheeks. Feliciano's had also become messed up, but that curl still stuck out, almost at a right angle from his head. I wonder… I reached up, and gently ran my fingertip along it. Feliciano jerked and screamed in pleasure; pulling his body closer to mine, and increasing the friction.
"Ahhn! Ah! Keep doing that, p-please!"
Smiling devilishly, I pulled it again, sharply; rewarding myself with another lewd moan. As I did this, I felt a cool hand push down my slightly damp underwear and wrap around my length. I looked up at Feli, his eyes sparkling with lust and mischief, as he started to pump gently. Heat slammed through my body, pooling in my midriff, as his skilled hand began to work me as if he'd been doing this his entire life. I could feel myself reaching my limit all too soon.
"Fe-li-ci-a-no, l-look at me. I want to see your eyes when I fall over the edge." My voice was barely a whisper; desire trapped the words in my throat. Hazel eyes reached mine, pooling with lust-induced tears.
"Come on; come for me, bellissima."
His words were enough. Snapping my hips forward into his touch, the whole world turned white as I reached my climax; stars sparkled behind my eyelids as my entire body shuddered and went limp.
"Fuck, Feliciano…"
"Ve~ let me do this myself. I want to see you in all your glory when I finish." His voice was firm; threaded with passion.
As I lay back, he gently started pleasuring himself as he watched me in my after-glow; his white shirt spattered with my essence. Tugging on his curl, he threw his head backwards and moaned sensually as he reached his tipping point. At the last moment his eyes snapped open and met mine, blazing with lust as he reached his climax; shooting his essence onto his hand, my chest, and the tiled floor.
"Dio! Ahh-ahn! Fuck…" His breath was coming in short little pants, as he lay back onto the floor. I admired him, in all of his post-climactic glory; splattered with both of our essences. The air was thick with the scent of our pleasures.
Suddenly, the weight of what we had just done dawned on me; pressing down on my chest, making it near impossible for me to breathe. What had I done to him?
"Feliciano…"
"Si, signore?"
"I- I'm sorry; that shouldn't have happened. I wasn't thinking straight."
"Scuse?"
"This is my nature… I-I can be overly perverted at times, and I can only apologise for what I did." As I said this, I pulled up my underwear and trousers, and stood up.
"N-no! I-it didn't bother me at all! I… enjoyed it! Please, signore, don't leave!"
"I… have to. I'm truly sorry, Feliciano."
"W-wait!" I could hear his voice straining, holding back the tears that were inevitable to fall.
"I'm sorry. I leave this country tomorrow; I don't know when I'll be back. Felici-"
But he'd turned away; his body racking with silent sobs, collapsed in on itself. His arms were wrapped around his chest, seeking comfort in his own embrace. Tears burned in my eyes. Verdammt. Why must I be like this? On an impulse, I walked over to him; taking him gently in my arms and cradling him softly against my chest, dropping light kisses onto his head.
"Feliciano, look at me."
His head tilted upwards slightly, but he didn't meet my eyes. Sighing, I pushed the tip of my forefinger under his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes. Tear-tracks were clearly visible on his tanned cheeks, and more were pooling in those hazel orbs, glistening like pools.
"Listen to me. I don't know if I will see you again, but I'll leave you with this…" With that, I gently unlooped my tie from around my neck, pressing it into his shaking hand. "So that you'll remember me, okay?"
"How c-could I ever f-forget you?" His voice cracked, and more tears spilled over, chasing down his face. With a shaking thumb, I reached out and gently wiped them away. It was then I realised that tears were falling down my own cheeks, thick and fast. I never meant to be this way!
"F-Feliciano… I-I'm sorry. If I ever see you a-again, I'll make it up to you; I-I promise." At this my voice broke completely, and I had to get out of the coffee shop without losing it completely. Dropping a kiss onto Feli's forehead, I stood up and strode out of the room on shaking legs.
Diners looked shocked at my stricken expression; as I passed tables, I could hear mutters following me back towards the table where Gilbert was.
"Bruder, about time! So, did you find ou-" His voice faltered as he took in my appearance, and took on a softer tone, as he stood up sharply and gently laid a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, little brother, are you alright? Wh-what happened?"
I shook my head. If I spoke even a word, I'd crumble completely.
"Shall we go home?"
I nodded numbly; a new wave of tears burning my throat; a small whimper escaping my lips.
"Hey, don't cry," Gilbert said gently, "Wait until we get back home, okay? Then you can let it all out."
I nodded again; feeling my shoulders beginning to shake with barely suppressed emotion.
So, with that, we walked out of the shop; my brother's arm supporting my shuddering shoulders; me… not looking back.
I didn't even tell him my name…
My God, what the hell did I just write?! :')
There is a part after this for le Germancest comfort sexytimes, but I shall see how this one goes before I post it, so if you want to see that, then REVIEW PLEASE! :3
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Until next time, GermanyBlossom out! *poof!*