Lessons In Manners
A/N Ok… so um… PruAus. Heavy PruAus. And some urm… sadism. Ehe… You heard me. I like seme! Austria. Human names used. So yeah… That's about all. HARD YAOI AHEAD. DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ! No trolls are welcome here. If this is crap, please tell me nicely and offer a suggestion on how to improve.
"Oh Specs~! You in here!" A familiar albino's voice drifted back into the music room.
A sudden combination of strange, discordant notes answered this question. He walked back, sitting down next to the brown haired man.
"Go away," was the greeting he received.
"Um….nein. That's so unawesome."
"Well go bother Ludwig. Or Francis and Antonio."
"But you're so much more fun…"
The albino grinned widely as the brunette sighed huffily and stood.
"Gilbert… Leave. If you've any manners at all."
"But Roderich… What if I don't?"
"Then I'll teach you," he replied.
"Sch. Like you could. I'm too awesome to teach."
Roderich didn't respond, picking up a small wooden rod with a leather strap on the end.
"What's th-" Gilbert started to ask, trailing off when he recognized it.
"It's referred to as a riding crop. Used to whip horses to make them run… Or in this case, to teach an unruly Prussian manners."
"That's cheat-!" SWAK! "A-ah! Ok, ok… Damned Austrian…"
"Hmp. Very nice… Just behave."
"…fine. Are you gonna teach me or not!"
"Yes, yes. I will be. In a moment."
Gilbert sighed impatiently, "Well hurry up. You Austrians always take such a long time to do anything…"
SWAK! "You were saying?"
"Just hurry up and teach me already. Dammt Austrian…"
Said Austrian pointed to the ground with the end of the riding crop. The Prussian glared at him, angry crimson eyes meeting unyielding violet. Finally, Gilbert conceded defeat, sitting down.
"Very good. Apparently, you aren't as much of an idiot as I figured."
"Hey! That isn't very nice!"
SWAK! "That brings me to lesson one. Don't talk back. Speak when spoken to and respond politely. Did you catch that? Po-lite-ly."
"Dammt Austrian…"
"And, so long as you are learning from me, you'll address me as sir, or mister. Got it?"
"Yeah, yeah I got it… sir," Gilbert emphasized 'sir', as if to ruin any effect of respect the word may have.
"Hm… Fine. Lesson two. One must behave properly, carry themselves with a certain air."
"You mean that snooty, aristocratic, prissy air you always have?"
SWAK! "Remember what I said? The first lesson?"
"Ow! Quit hitting me dammit! Lesson one was," he began to imitate Austria, "Don't talk back. Sir." he added as an afterthought. That riding crop hurt, after all.
"Then quit being rude and listen for once. Lesson three. Never whine, never beg."
"But what if it's appropriate for the situation? I bet I could make you violate your own lesson, mister Roderich…"
"How so? I, unlike you, am dignified."
"Is that a challenge?" Gilbert smiled, standing up. He advanced toward the other, who stood his ground. "Like this…" he mumbled into the Austrian's ear. Roderich couldn't even stammer out a "what?" before the Prussian's teeth clamped down on his neck. He happened to hit a soft spot, whether by luck or chance one couldn't say.
Roderich moaned softly, attempting to push the other away. "Q-quit…" he managed to get out. His voice was breathy and Gilbert either didn't hear him, or ignored him. Either way, it was apparent that he was enjoying this. He continued abusing that one soft spot as his hands lightly tugged the other's curl.
The riding crop fell from Roderich's limp hand, and Gilbert, seizing his chance, pushed him to the floor. "Get off me-" Roderich got out before his lips were captured in a rough kiss. His hands uselessly pushed against the other.
"Kesesesese… Just enjoy it Specs. I already proved you wrong…"
Another rough kiss followed this short proclamation. As Gilbert nipped Roderich's lip softly, he undid the buttons on his shirt. He trailed butterfly kisses down Roderich's chest, lingering near his waist. Once he heard a moan, he trailed butterfly kisses back up.
"H-hurry up…" Roderich blushed to hear himself sound so lewd…so wanton.
"Thought you said not to beg mister Roderich…"
Roderich was quiet and Gilbert grinned. "I knew you'd say that…" Gilbert murmured against Roderich's neck, softly licking the pale skin which was already marred slightly by his previous abuse. Several soft nips, another lick, and finally a bite. He smiled when he heard a gasp, knowing he'd found another spot.
Gilbert pulled away from Roderich's neck, moving down to his waist. He undid the pants button with his teeth, tugging them down. His unwilling lover mumbled something about him still being fully dressed and the other smiled. The albino pulled his own clothes off quickly, grinning.
Roderich started to say something, cut off by a harsh kiss. He felt Gilbert's tongue lick at his bottom lip, begging for entrance into his mouth. This beg was dismissed, not answered. The albino smiled and, instead of licking gently, bit Roderich's lip. A small gasp was elicited from the brunette, allowing the other just enough time to slip his tongue in.
They warred briefly for dominance, Gilbert easily winning. He explored the other's mouth fully, memorizing every detail it seemed. Finally, the kiss broke, leaving both of them slightly winded. Roderich mewled slightly, sadly almost.
"Hm? What is is Specs? Do you want me to do something awesome to you?"
"D-dammt you… J-ja.."
"Oh? What is it?"
"I-I'm not going to beg you."
"Then I won't do anything awesome to you…"
"N-nein. Not begging."
"Then nothing for you."
"F-fine! G-Gilbert… I want you i-in me… P-please…" the Austrian blushed, hating the way he sounded.
"Heh… Can't you do better than that? Something more worth of the awesome me?"
"Dammt you Gilbert! Just… do it already!"
"Hm… you're quite persuasive Specs. Alrighty then."
Gilbert smiled, tracing along Roderich's erect manhood. He pressed two fingers to Roderich's lips, saying only, "Suck. Make 'em all wet."
Roderich blushed, allowing the fingers to pass past his lips. He licked them thoroughly, eyes half shut to avoid looking at the other as he humiliated himself.
Gilbert couldn't lie, watching the other man, naked, lick his fingers in preparation for sex… was hot. Had he not already been hard, this spectacle alone would have made him hard. Once his fingers were deemed wet enough, he pulled them from the other's mouth with an audible pop.
He flipped Roderich over, tracing his entrance. He slid one finger in, pausing slightly on a groan from him.
"A-another one… P-please…" Roderich groaned softly, lustfully. He was obliged, a second finger sliding into his entrance, gently scissoring him in preparation. He bit back a cry of pain, moaning softly, pleasure winning out this battle.
After a moment of prep work passed, Gilbert positioned himself at the other's entrance. "Ready, liebling?"
Roderich nodded, bracing himself for the pain he knew would come. Agonizingly slowly, he was entered, eliciting a scream from his throat. A few moments passed, in which Roderich slowly got used to the sensation.
"M-move… Please."
"Of course…"
Both their voices were lust filled and once Gilbert began to move, the air became heavy with moans. The albino smiled to hear the other so undignified, so wanton, so lewd. His hand trailed down to the other's vital regions, beginning to slowly pump them. The brunette arched his back, his moans now doubled.
Many moments passed in a haze of pain-filled pleasure, a haze broken by:
"C-can't keep going…" Roderich managed to get out around the many moans.
"Don't then…" Gilbert smiled, nibbling Roderich's neck, leaving a small mark. He was still searching for…
"Ah! G-Gilbert!"
That one spot that would him go wild. Which he appeared to have just found.
Repeated thrusts against that one spot and Roderich climaxed, small, orgasmic waves causing his whole body to shake slightly. Gilbert followed him in the pleasure of orgasm a moment later, filling the other with hot seed.
They both panted slightly, Gilbert softly kissing Roderich's neck.
"You know, Mister Roderich… We never finished those lessons of yours…Kesesesese."
"Shut up and help me clean this room up…"
(A/N) WOOHOO! First yaoi fic! Anyway, please review, tell me if you'd like me to continue these "lessons". God Austria… . You're kinky…
Austria: Shut up.
Me: It's trueee!
Prussia: she's right Specs. You are kinky. Kesesesese..
Austria: IT IS NOT!
Me: Boys! Shush up and give me some more footage! Oops… Wasn't supposed to say that. *runs away*