This is my very first yaoi fanfiction, so flamers will be used to make toast!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sweden, Denmark or Hetalia in any way. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
A kiss.
What could that mean?
To some, it meant a gentle contact between lovers, to some, a declaration of love and passion.
Something only two could intimately do.
To Denmark, it ment the clashing of teeth, the battle of toungues, a fiecre fight for dominance.
Heat, fire, passion, lust. All that came together when he kissed his lover. All the hate that developed over the countless centuries vanished for those late night hours, proving to them how much they actually cared for each other.
Sweden was always rough, but Denmark knew it was Berwald's way of showing his affections. He didn't mind. He proudly wore the bruises, the hickeys, the lovebites, showing them off to America and Prussia as trophies.
He liked the pain, he liked the harsh treatment Sweden gave him. Be it when Sweden smacked his arse a tad to hard, or when he forced himself into the Dane to quickly.
Matthias saw it as a payment for all the pain he caused the Swede during the Kalmar Union. But it was so bittersweet, so how could he resist?
Matthias let out a grunt as Berwald kissed him again, all the while forcing one of his fingers into the Dane's entrance.
"Hmm…Ber…more…" He groaned into the kiss, and Sweden was happy to comply.
Denmark's body was already littered in fresh, angry red bruises, so Sweden at least itried/i to make it enjoyable for him. But alas, the temptation of actually fully dominating his former enemy was always too strong.
"Y've g'tten tight…It's only been a week…" Berwald grunted and scissored his fingers inside of him.
"W-well…it's hard not too when you're not fucking me into the matress every night…you were gone this week…" Matthias replied, wincing at the slight pain.
"L'ts ch'nge th't, then…"
Without a warning, Berwald pulled his fingers out of Denmark's tight muscle, just to replace it with his long, hard cock. He didn't hesitate, and simply pushed him until he was sheathed to the hilt.
"God damn, you bastard!"
Matthias' yelp made him grin. It always was fun watching the loud-mouthed Dane become so…so…weak. The sight of Denmark's flushed cheeks, the scarlet drops slightly pearling from his bruises, and his needy, leaking erection was something he could never get enough of.
Nobody had ever, nor will anyone ever see the King of Northern Europe this way, this was a privilege only Sweden posessed.
His hips moved back, and then snapped forward again, hitting Matthias' prostate dead-on.
"Oh my god, Sve! D-do that again!"
It scared him how well Berwald knew his body. The Swede's fingertips were digging into his flesh while he was relentlessly pounding into his ass, right into his sweet spot every single time.
Berwald knew what he had to do to make Matthias lose all control. And he was enjoying it. He drank in every single bit of his Danish lover's body, loving how good it felt to be buiried in that tight heat.
Spurs of white splattered across Denmark's bare, heaving chest as he came far too soon for his liking, and Sweden followed suit, grunting when he released his hot seed deep inside his lover's body.
Berwald pulled out and collapsed next to Matthias, breathing heavily.
"Jag älskar dig…" he mumbled.
"Jeg elsker også dig…" Matthias replied, cuddling up to the Swede.
Domination.
To some it meant fully abusing somebody, to others, it only meant having full control.
But to Berwald, it meant showing Denmark his emotions the best he could, to Berwald, it was a declaration of love.