Ahhhhh, it has happened! I have written smut! Good, GerIta lemony-ness! It's actually different from a lot of lemons I've read, because I did something unthinkable...

I.DID.RESEARCH.

Yes, I found a guide to how to write good yaoi lemons, like actually how guys would screw, on Livejournal. It was useful, and brought up a lot of fun I could do. So here, enjoy my lemon!

Why was it always in his mind now? The thought for it, the need for it? Maybe the constant burning and tightening in his pants for the damn thing was clue enough?

The need to finally break into the skipped second base was getting harder and harder to control.

He sighed heavily into his hands, and flopped back on to his bed, trying to banish away his perverted day dreams of finally one day backing up to second base, finally getting to see his husband in all he is, and then screwing him for all he's worth.

God dammit, this wasn't working, nothing was working. He could feel his pants grow just a bit tighter, a little more unbearable to wear. He groaned into his hands, and flopped on his stomach, trying to grind his hips into the soft bed to banish away the arousal coming on uninvited. His mind, rebelling against his own cockblocking thoughts, continued to conjure up ideas and images of Germany, in multiple stages of undress and perversion. The worst one hit him last, as he mind envisioned him pouncing on Germany after he got out of the shower, only clad in a towel dripping wet. Every muscle seemingly shining as the light from the bathroom hit the leftover water clinging to him. He would shove him down on the bed, toss away the towel, and impale himself on his-

"Fuuuuuuuuuck…" he groaned into the bed, feeling his body betray him and harden, making his pants painfully unbearable to wear. Damn him and his thoughts, they were going to kill him someday. He continued to groan into the bed, slipping two fingers under the waistband of his pants, wanting to slip them off, and deal with his little problem being a rather needy larger problem. He really did want to just deal with it himself, but he knew that his husband was here today, busy with work in his study right next door. He didn't know if he should risk actually jacking off within earshot of him, or just hope it went away on its own.

His mind sent him though a message. He could see Germany kneeling in between his out spread legs, running an ungloved hand up and down his nude thigh, leaning into the inner parts, fingers tapping just above his arousal greeting him. He whimpered as Germany drew closer, his hot breath sending shivers up and down him.

"Someone's excited…" Germany whispered with such a husky tone, he could feel himself twitch. As Germany's head lowered though, he came back into reality, whining almost like a bird into the bed. Damn it, he hated when his head denied him his happy ending. It also told him to dump the 'wait it out' plan because all he was going to do was torture himself if he waited. He flipped back over, letting a low whine leave his lips as the little friction he had on himself went away.

Oh god, the bulge was too obvious. He had to figure out how the hell to keep himself silent when he did this, because if he was that hard by his mental fantasies, he was done for if he tried to touch himself. He quickly slid off his boots, and leaned back, slowly snaking a hand down to his zipper. Seriously though, he had to do this, or he would explode. Maybe if he didn't, and heard Germany's voice, no matter the tone, he would release into his pants. That wouldn't be a fun conversation to explain why his pants smelled like that when Germany would wash them later on. Though he found himself chuckling at the idea.

"Yeah…'I was super horny and was so close and when I heard you talk I couldn't hold it together so I came in my pants'…." He kidded himself.

He would never survive the night if that happened. So he sighed and slowly tugged the metal zipper down, grinding his teeth in an effort to not speak or squeak. The pressure was letting off the straining member. As it came to a spot at the end of the zipper, he could let out a sigh. Alright, minor step done. Now for the rest of it, the real dangerous stuff. He shimmied down his pants, letting the offending cloth rest in bunches at his knees. He sat up, hooking a thumb under the elastic band of his underwear. He hesitated though as he twisted his thumb around under the tight band. He could hide somewhere, just in case Germany walked. If there's one thing he wanted to avoid besides Romano these days was his husband, tired and ready for a shower, to catch him jacking off to his name and the fantasies he came to dream about.

"No chance…" he murmured and slowly slid himself off the bed, and faced the wall farthest from the door. He wanted to be in some place with the lingering scent of Germany, so the bathroom, though more private, was out. He wanted to be near him in some sort of symbolic way, and the bathroom didn't smell like him. It helped with the process, though a shower would be just fine, but he didn't feel like taking a shower just to get rid of it. He leaned back, keeping himself at an angle, and finally slowly shoved his underwear down to meet with his pants again, the erection waiting to be acknowledged springing up in a rather excited welcome.

He let out a sigh. God, how the hell did he get this bad? Were his fantasies that enticing this time? You know what, it didn't matter, it just had to be dealt with. He slowly rose a hand, and gripped it. He bit his lip, keeping a rising wanton moan stuck in his throat. No loud noise to alert his working Germany, or anything to hint that he was doing to it anything involving him. He started moving, hearing his voice in his ear, whispering sweet nothings, encouraging him to go faster. He let out an aroused groan, more a moan really, and quickened his pace, letting his nails slowly skim up the down his length. He let a small drawn-out moan leave him again. It was too good, he could just feel something start to tighten, to strike inside him. His mind started to help him again, the new fantasy of Germany slowly rubbing himself on him, both men letting out unblocked moans. He leaned his head back, breathing heavy. The tightening in his lower region was getting tighter.

The door slowly clicked from its closed position, opening with a small creak.

Oh fuck him sideways! He let himself go, biting his lip again as the knot in him loosened, but stayed taunt. Germany had decided to cockblock him this time instead of his head giving him fucked up fantasies. He kept his breathing as even as he could, hoping at Germany couldn't tell what he was doing on the floor. His arousal dropped, even though it was Germany coming it. He pressed his knees together, and hoped that his long button-down shirt would cover him if he had to stand up.

"Italy, are you alright? And why are you over on the floor?" Germany asked, voice dripping with concern. A rare tone indeed and his arousal was slowly gaining life, the blood rushing down to the lower regions fast. Thank goodness he worked on it before he came in; he really would have come with just his voice. He turned around, propping himself up on his arms atop the bed, keeping his knees pressed close together to just maybe keep his slowly growing boner down.

"I don't know I just felt like it" god his voice was not helping him. It was strained at the edges, trying to keep control before he let out a groan because his knees were causing friction. That was not good, not good at all. Do not use your knees to release, do not use your knees to release, do not use your knees to release…..

"Italia, what's going on?" new tone, now he was done for. It was bordering on husky, he thought, and everything he wanted came up in such large shocks he had to spread them if he did not want to come there on the floor while Germany watched. Italy sat up a bit, finally glad most of the pressure was gone, though hit was still there, mocking him as he stared at Germany walking in farther into the room.

Oh for fuck's sake, why the hell was he shirtless?! Red alert, red alert, full erection mode activated, please alert user to new danger in this mode.

Germany was stalking up to him, making him wish he could run his hand down himself. He looked like a god, almost. He squeaked as Germany took hold of one of his wrists, and pulled him up, shouting something at him. He couldn't hear him, the blood rushing to everywhere was pounding in his ears too hard. His white button down shirt barely covered his straining arousal, and when Germany saw that, he let him stand alone, blushing hard. Italy already had a hard blush all over everywhere, so now they seemed to match. He tugged his shirt down just enough to cover it, but left a bulge for Germany to see.

"I-Italy…"

"Ludwig…."

Dead seriousness time, he used the human name card. Germany sealed his lips, and let Italy talk. The Italian let go of his shirt, and let it free. He wasn't going to hide the fact that he was aroused by his husband. He looked up at Germany with soft eyes.

"Do you know what I want to do, what I've fantasied of doing, Germany?" he asked softly, lust dripping from every word. Germany shivered at his husband, and could feel himself get excited as he walked up to him, tugged him down to his level, and whispered into his ear with a flick of his tongue against the outer shell.

"I want to fuck you, and I'm tired of waiting"

Before Germany could react at all, before he could comprehend how Italy was suddenly so sultry and horny and my god hot as hell for being so up-front and blunt, he was slammed into a hot, heated kiss. Italy tongue took care of the confusion, and slid right into his mouth, curling and toying with his tongue. It was a full on war for domination, and somehow it was a constant struggle, Italy putting up one hell of a fight. Both their lungs were screaming and hollering for them to break apart, to give them something to use to keep breathing. As they did part, they stumbled back on the bed, Germany catching himself before he crushed Italy underneath him.

Italy looked up at him with so much want and need, practically begging for him to do anything. He wound his arms around Germany neck, keeping him down with him.

"I wasn't joking when I said I was tired of waiting" Italy panted. He was getting more and more flustered. Germany was getting flustered himself, unable to believe that Italy was….like this. Italy wove his fingers into Germany's hair, bringing himself closer.

"I'm tired of keeping it down, damn it" Italy growled, and tugged him down into another heated make-out session. Another battle of dominance began, Germany slowly gaining the upper hand in this battle. Italy moaned long into it, tossing one leg up over one of Germany's hips.

Germany broke the kiss quickly, panting into the crook of one of Italy's shoulders. Italy looked over to him, entwining his hand deeper into the blond tresses.

"You're evil, you know that?" Germany murmured to him, finally lifting his head to meet Italy's eyes. Both looked completely swarmed in lust. Germany this time pounced on his lover, tongue already laced around Italy's. Italy slowly moved one arm from around his neck and went to numbly unbutton Germany's pants, feeling Germany sighed and moan into the kiss as the last button and the fly went undone.

"Germ-…mwah…Germany wait" Italy pleaded pushing him back just a bit. He had caught Germany right before he started to pull his own pants down. Something carnal seemed to greet Germany in Italy's eyes, but it was shrouded.

"Before we go farther…." Italy scooted up to just sit up and dug through his bedside drawer until he pulled out a small bottle full of something clear, and a small foil package. He set both objects on top of the drawer, opening the bottle and letting it stay. Germany knew what both objects were, and found himself blushing again. Did Italy prepare for this in advance, or was that much of an Italian to have it for when things come up? Italy laughed, wrapping his arms around Germany's neck once more.

"I want to try something, for our first time…." Italy leaned up to Germany's ear, whispering his idea to him. He didn't know if he would do it, or if he even knew what to do to do it, but he thought he might as well give it a shot. He convinced him to go this far so far. He was on a good streak. When he leaned back, giving Germany time to think, he looked like a tomato. Like a bright, ripe tomato. He was blushing and mumbling and stuttering. He kind of wished he had a camera to capture this, this was so cute and so un-Germany like. Germany though, after finally calming down and noticing that Italy was just spread eagle underneath him, waiting with a smirk, agreed to it.

Italy didn't know what to expect when Germany's middle and index finger finally broke through the tough outer ring of muscles that were his entrance. At first, it felt foreign, alien, so odd and uncomfortable. It was such a weird feeling. Feeling something inside him, well what would you expect to feel? His arousal though stayed alert at all times as the fingers slowly pushed in, searching the depths of the canal offered. Germany kept his available hand pressed into the inside of one of his outstretched thighs.

He was finally used to the feeling of them moving around when one of them brushed his prostate. The semi-firm ball of nerves that now sent small shivers around his hips, and up and down his erection, finally could be reached. He let out a stuttered yelp, feeling Germany's nail drag across it. His other finger also ran across it, sending other shock up his erection.

"T-there! There, you found it!" he gasped, clawing at the sheets under him. His arousal twitched each time his fingers rubbed and massaged it, keeping himself under every restraint to keep him from letting go. He could feel everything moving and twitching, just opening him. After a short while, he pushed on Germany wrist, feeling ready to go. Germany's fingers slowly slid out from him, leaving him with an odd emptiness. He whined at the loss of them, but when he reminded himself something else was going to replace it, he was back to wondering exactly what. He watched as Germany slid off his pants, letting them drop on the ground, and start to tug his underwear down. No going back, Italy, you finally made it to living his fantasy.

Germany's underwear dropped to the ground, and finally, Italy could actually drool at what he saw. Just everything, his abs, his pectorals, even the line of pubic hair leading right down to his own erection, standing proud for him. He sat up enough to wipe away the line of drool, and to give enough time for Germany to slip on the condom, and hover over him once more. He could feel them rub together in-between them, and let a groan slip from his lips. Germany lifted up his hips, keeping his readied hind quarters up for him to enter easy. At this point, Italy was trying to keep himself calm. Just something about this was freaking him out.

"It's okay, Italy…" Germany cooed, pressing a palm to Italy's heated face. He positioned himself at the boy's entrance, and waited, watching Italy's eyes suddenly light up. Italy wrapped his arms around Germany's neck again, and nodded for him to go. Germany took a breath, and slowly pushed into him, the tip breaking into his entrance. Italy hissed at the slight pain as it went in, keeping himself clam. It would go away, and soon all he felt were the smallest of pangs of pain and pleasure surge up from his prostate. Already, not 3/4th of the way in, his prostate was hit with the glory of the pleasure he had gotten from his lover's fingers.

"Ludwig…" Italy moaned, twisting around to build some sort of friction. Germany groaned, and gripped the Italian's hips and thrusted forward, lifting him higher, and nearly putting his legs up over his shoulders. He was far too gone in ecstasy, not stopping and moving fast. Italy cried out as each slam of their hips, each movement of Germany's arousal inside him hit his stop each way sent full shivers everywhere. He flopped back on his back, clawing at the sheets below him. He held back as best he could, but was already feeling something prickling in him. He cried out loud as Germany slammed everything in him.

"Germany, s-slow down!" Italy yelled out, tears popping out of the corner of his eyes. "I-It hurts, stop!"

Germany immediately stopped, pulling out until only the tip rested inside him. Germany panted hard, looking down at Italy. He was flushed everywhere, panting himself but with a pained expression. He was trying to pull himself together, keeping himself calm even as pain seemed to ripple in his hips.

"I-I'm sorry Italy, I…" He found himself though pulled down to Italy's lips, into another heated make-out. Germany took a chance as he slowly slid back into Italy, hitting his prostate as he slid in and out. Italy moaned out of the kiss, letting the spittle drop down to his chest. There it was again, the quick build up he couldn't keep down. He bit back the most wanton sounds, feeling everything twitch with each move and thrust. The pace quickened again, but never venturing farther then the just behind his prostate, the prickling returning again, this time harder to hold back. He panted hard this time, snaking one hand down to his twitching erection, gripping it hard. He kept a hold on it, keeping it down. He did not want to let go yet.

"F-Feli" Germany groaned, lowering Italy's hips just a bit more to hit the nerves in him straight on. Italy's eyes widened, his hands working on his erection quickly. He couldn't bear it anymore, and from the looks of Germany he wouldn't last long either. He felt it, it was about to unwind….

He saw white as he came hard, his back bending in a bridge. His first orgasm with Germany and he couldn't see him as he did. He didn't know what to make of it, but it was just…it felt perfect. The feeling lingered until he felt something shoot into him, and heard Germany's voice, strained, groan his name. His vision started to clear, the liquid he came to realize filling him slowly settling inside. Germany was laid out on top of him, panting. He was probably doing the same thing now, mumbling about what was filling him and slowly dripping out. Italy couldn't stop shuddering and shaking, his orgasm still taking everything out of him. Germany was trying to keep his breath steady, though they came out in gasps. Germany did have the sense though to pull out of him and just lay with him, riding out the effects of their releases.

Italy didn't last long afterword, letting himself fall asleep with Germany cuddled up against him. Both were exhausted, and wouldn't know about the effects of what happened until they woke up a little later, Italy the first to awaken oddly enough.

He just ran a hand through his hair, unable to take his eyes off him. They had finally done it. They had gotten back to second base, and it seemed to be worth the confusion and waiting. He thought he got lucky by just convincing him to do it, no problem, but this….this was perfect. He had finally got the annoying issue of being called a virgin done and gone with, finally got to actually screw his husband, and found out a few interesting things along the way.

"Thank you Germany…."

He leaned forward to place a kiss on Germany's forehead, but was caught and brought into a soft kiss. Germany was awake. Italy flushed red once more.

"You're welcome Feliciano" Germany whispered. Italy giggled, and hugged into Germany's chest. They just stayed like this in silence until Germany cleared his throat, blushing just enough to catch Italy's eyes.

"Just you know…..the walls are thinner than you think" Italy's entire face seemed to turn red. He knew where this was going, he knew it! He covered his face with a groan, while Germany laughed, running his own hands through his brown hair.

"You should keep the moaning down when you're trying to do that"

As Italy groaned and flipped away from Germany, who was laughing and trying to pull him back. Italy and Germany soon were in a bit of a slap fight, Italy yelling out in both English and Italian that Germany should have told him from the beginning that he could hear him when he did jack off. The whole thing kept Germany in stitches.

It may be annoying, but his mind thought it was hilarious, giving him a mental image of Germany doing the same thing to Italy's sounds. Italy groaned as his face heated up again, leaving Germany to wonder what was going on this time. He figured it out quickly, and found himself lost to the humor of it all. Queue another slap fight from both flustered parties, ending with another random make-out session. They eventually calmed down, until Italy's rather loud stomach growled at them.

"Hungry much?" Germany asked, getting up to get dressed. Italy though leaned up on one elbow to watch. Seriously, he was not going to waste this. Who wouldn't stare at his ass? Germany tugged on his underwear, and pulled his sweatpants back up, and then offered a hand to Italy to help him up. He looked at it quizzically.

"If you want food, you have to get up" Germany explained, earning a groan from the hungry person. He took the hand and let him get pulled out of bed, but stopped about halfway out.

Now he knew why he felt heavy and sore. His hips and butt were sore and not taking kindly to movement. He hissed, his hinds sending not so kind shocks up his spine. Stupid hips, stop complaining! He eventually got up, with some difficulty, and got dressed enough to go downstairs. His hips would comply with him sooner or later, and followed Germany downstairs, but before he could even sit down in their living room, his mind was playing games again, giving him a rather naughty fantasy. Germany and him on the dining room table, ignoring the chances of being catch, screwing like animals. Germany being primal and making everything feel amazing and perfect, making sure he was marked with hickies and bruises everywhere…

Italy ,once again, had to hide yet another oncoming boner. He found himself face down on the couch, Germany hovering over him wondering once more what was going on. Italy lifted his head enough to answer him.

"Stupid fantasies…."

Took a bit, but there! I wrote you smut and I may never do it again...Even though my mother approves of it...um...

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