WARNINGS: THIS IS 18+ FOR A REASON, as in EXTREMELY GRAPHIC YAOI BOY ON BOY SMEX. please use your own discretion. don't like, don't read, don't flame. oh, and some musing on Nazi themes too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!

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Schwul

July 20, 1944, 12:30 a.m.

The Wolf's Lair, East Prussia

Prussia had always loved danger. Which was why his current predicament excited him even more than a nose-dive in his Junkers Stuka. His fiery eyes flashed boldly up at the larger nation crouching astride his legs. "Oh, c'mon West, I've known you long enough to know what you want."

Germany tightened his grip on his brother's uniform, giving no thought to the sensitive skin he caught along with the cloth between his bruising fingertips. "I. Am. Not. Schwul," he growled threateningly. "How dare you suggest such a thing of the Third Reich? You know my position on that kind of filth," he spat, his contempt coming out more strongly than usual in his drunken rage.

Gilbert smirked. "Oh, I know every position in your repertoire, Bruder."

Ludwig's palm collided forcefully with the side of his brother's face with a resounding smack. Prussia was bowled over to the side with the momentum of the blow, cheek stinging smartly. Gasping through the pain, he emitted a few hitched giggles.

"You should see yourself, West," he wheezed, eyes watering from the slap and his own strained amusement. "Kesese, to think they've got you, the mighty Germany, under their yoke so good! Gott, I remember a time when you wouldn't stop at anything to take what you wanted!" The albino howled with laughter.

Each dark chuckle and mocking guffaw was an irritating spike in the blonde's eardrum. He shook Gilbert violently by the shoulders. "What are you talking about?" he challenged.

"Kesesese, oh Luddy, I never thought I'd see the day that you let a few puny humans govern your sex life! How long has it been, West, huh?"

That ear-to-ear grin was too much to tolerate. Germany grabbed a few tufts of white hair and wrenched back his brother's head, bringing his own a hair's breadth away. "I've claimed plenty of nations in this war, and you know it," he breathed venomously.

"And yet you can't claim your own brother, not even a nation, but a region of your own?" It was difficult to speak with his head forced back, but Gilbert continued his taunt. "This isn't about following a general's orders and occupying another nation, Bruder. It's about you, your will, your strength. To do whatever the fuck you want, and fuck Aryan motherhood or whatever the fuck you think you're preserving by denying yourself." As if to prove his point, he punctuated this statement with a sudden lurch forward to clamp his teeth down on Ludwig's lower lip and suck harshly.

"Ngh!" Germany grunted at the pain and other unwelcome sensations that seared his lip. He thrust Gilbert back so that he crashed into the collection of beer bottles on the table, sending them spinning in every direction, and lay sprawled over the table on his back.

Prussia winced as the air was cut off from his lungs. They burned when he finally managed to inflate them again and gasp, "You did always like things a little rough, didn't you, West?"

Ludwig lunged forward to grab him by the collar once more, though he made sure to keep his face at a safer distance this time. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't report you," he growled, and the iciness of his eyes left no doubt in Prussia's mind that his brother was considering exactly that course of action. Gilbert knew it was just another defensive barrier the younger nation had constructed, but one he had to overcome. There was no going back now, and if he couldn't bring his brother around, if Ludwig really decided to turn him in, it would jeopardize everything. Months of planning, lives risked, and all for what? A few moments' sexual satisfaction? Why, why had he decided to come here? Because, Prussia reminded himself, no matter what happened tomorrow, this could well be his last chance to be with his brother for a very long time.

Swiftly, Gilbert swung his legs up to wrap around Ludwig's hips and pull him down so their forms were flush against each other. "Because, Bruder," he purred in response, "that would be quite hypocritical, don't you think?" Sultry lips brushed the rim of the blonde's ear.

Before the intoxicated German could react with more than an involuntary shudder, one leather-clad hand snaked its way between their bodies and pressed firmly against Ludwig's crotch through the cloth of his lounge pants. Ludwig's breath caught in his throat, and he knew he was supposed to feel infuriated by such a show of impudence, but the touch was simply too inviting to rebuff just yet… He knew he must collect himself and extract himself from this compromising situation, but that proved difficult with the sinewy thighs pressing him close, the hot hand encasing his member, and the scent of his brother that filled his nose, millimeters from the nape of Gilbert's snowy neck.

That scent. That scent that was like the musky sweat of battle clinging to an old uniform, the sickly sweet perfume of death masked by lush, moist pine groves, the caustic tang of Gilbert's preferred tobacco, the must of long-abandoned watchtowers, the pungent aroma of sun-kissed cornflowers; it drew Ludwig in every time. It was the scent he had taken comfort in when he was small. It was the scent of the bed he and his brother had shared in decades past. It was the scent of home. It was the scent of his lover.

Ludwig relished in it a moment too long. Prussia took advantage of the temporary collapse of Germany's defenses to run a slick tongue around the shell of his ear and give his clothed cock one slow, tantalizing pump. A soft groan escaped from the larger nation.

"We were always stronger together, Bruder," the Prussian whispered against the blonde's ear, rolling his hips sensually to grind against his little brother.

Ludwig's lips moved, but no words came out. His brow was furrowed as an inner battle raged. He was vaguely aware of a promise he had made, to himself and his boss, that he would not give in to the kinds of urges he was feeling so intensely at the moment. On the field of battle, when occupying another nation, was one thing: there, Germany had to assert his complete dominance and force any resistance into submission. Every nation knew what that meant. But this was not a battlefield, nor even enemy territory, and the warm body beneath him was not a foreign country, not a rival in war. It was his brother, his flesh and blood, his mentor, his protector, now his vassal. Germany was not under orders to take this man. The tingling sensations surging across his skin and the disinhibiting alcohol working on his mind, however, were quickly diminishing the significance of such political and ideological niceties.

Prussia noted the German's silence and stillness, so he pressed forward, not wanting to lose his vantage.

"…But it's been a long time since we were together, West… are you too weak now to take what's yours?" he breathed.

A low growl emanated from Ludwig's throat. He was anything but weak… in fact, he would show his big brother just how strong he had become.

With one sudden, swift motion, Ludwig flipped Gilbert over onto his stomach. With equal efficiency and violence he unclasped the albino's belt and pants button, then yanked the blue cloth halfway down white thighs, too impatient to remove the article entirely. Prussia gasped at the sudden rush of cool air against his most sensitive parts, but the shadow of a triumphant grin flitted across his eager, ecstatic face.

Without any further hesitation, Ludwig spread the smooth ass cheeks before him with one hand and thrust two fingers from his other through the waiting ring of muscle. Gilbert gasped harshly at the sudden burning intrusion and arched back, clutching the edge of the table. His walls, however, had not forgotten the touch of his brother, their warmth and tightness inviting the fingers in deeper, molding to the familiar shape.

Almost immediately, the searching digits found what they sought, for they too remembered how to navigate this close space. Prussia's sharp intake of breath notified his brother of his success, and a dark smirk crept across the blonde's features. He continued petting, pressing, and prodding his target with merciless fervor and precision as Gilbert squirmed against the table, face contorted with perverse pleasure.

Germany loved this. Each tantalizing whimper and exquisite moan he elicited was worth a thousand victories on the battlefield. With a mere two fingers, he could reduce the Awesome Prussia, seizer of vital regions, to a hot mess. It was the product of years of pleasuring his brother, over which he had acquired an encyclopedic knowledge of Prussia's every hidden desire, every secret crevice, and it had all been stored away safely in his subconscious. It was like riding a bike, his fingers automatically rubbing and stretching in just the right places, at just the right angles.

But better yet than the knowledge that he had the power to give pleasure was the knowledge that he could choose to withhold it just as easily. Whether his brother was writhing in ecstasy or breathily begging for stimulation was completely in his hands. He would swirl his fingers delicately around Gilbert's smooth walls, careful to never quite touch that magical spot, until his brother's panting became heavy with need. He waited dutifully for the inevitable groan of "West… pleeease…", and finally he would brush just a fingertip over his prostate. He delighted in how his brother twitched violently with every tiny flick of his finger. He had always been so sensitive. And then, once Ludwig had had his fill of this torture and Gilbert was near to tears from want, without warning he would add a third finger and plunge in completely, as deep as his fingers would reach, finally obliging and overwhelming Prussia with all the touches and motions he knew he loved best, until the great nation was an incoherent, limp sack of delicious flesh beneath him.

Ludwig felt like a god.

Prussia made a few noises which the German blithely ignored before the albino finally managed to pant out, "W-West, s-stop teasing, Gottverdammt, and just FUCK ME!"

Ludwig did not need a second invitation. Suddenly, the probing fingers were gone, leaving Gilbert feeling all too empty, his now gaping hole pulsating with need. He bit his lip to hold back the pathetic whimper straining in his throat. He felt as if he would die if something didn't fill that emptiness, if something didn't take him right then and there and pound him into the table so hard he wouldn't be able to walk for a week. He didn't have to wait long for his wish to be fulfilled.

Prussia gasped at the sensation of his brother's cock pressing at his entrance, and soon enough, the head was inside. His eyes watered at the stretching, more than three fingers' worth, but even after such a hiatus in their sex lives it was more simply uncomfortable than outright painful.

"Ohhh…" he groaned wantonly as he felt that once-familiar sliding deep inside of him, a place it didn't seem possible anyone could reach.

"H-haahh…" He bucked his hips back, trying to take his brother in deeper, trying to rub his sweet spot against the thick head.

Ludwig grunted at the incredible heat and pressure encasing his member as Gilbert tried to impale himself further. He wound his fingers tightly into snowy locks and tugged harshly, bringing the albino's ear up to his mouth as he purred, "Such a little Schlampe, aren't you?"

As it so happened, Gilbert did feel like a Schlampe at the moment. He wanted Germany, and he wanted him bad. But what did that matter, he thought defensively, especially as Ludwig's own voice was heavy with lust? And he had every right to demand more from his brother, especially when he teased him so…

Prussia's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden contraction and thrust forward that ended with the German's taught pelvic muscles smacking erotically against Gilbert's soft backside.

"Nghh!" he grunted as he felt himself being filled completely, stretched as far as he could go around the meaty cock sheathed entirely within him.

Germany panted, overwhelmed by the intense, exquisite feeling of Gilbert's ass clinging around his swollen member. The burning in his flesh that was inside his brother was spreading quickly across his skin, and he was suddenly frustrated with the robe that still hung at his elbows. He flung it away clumsily and pressed his broad, naked chest against the blue-uniformed back heaving beneath him, half-noting that it would be so nice to feel bare, sweaty skin against his own, but doing nothing about it as the greedy impatience of his libido engulfed his mind. It had been far too long…

His fingers found the delectable suppleness of rounded buttocks and squeezed into the pliable flesh. With a heaving roll of the hips, Ludwig withdrew as far as he could without slipping out of the enticing cavern, then rammed his full length back in, groaning at the fierce friction.

The Prussian let out a small "ah!" as if in surprise, which quickly turned to a more keening string of "h-hah-ah-haahh" rising in pitch and volume as the blonde repeated the action again, and again, and again, drawing out, plunging in, building up to a violent rhythm of lewd smacks and moans.

But for Germany, it wasn't enough. He was finally taking his brother again, for the first time in years, and all he could get out of him was a few whines. And the larger nation hadn't forgotten the inflammatory comments that had led to their current… situation, either. Prussia was getting off just a little too easy in his opinion, being fucked over a table like a casual quickie…

"Bruder," the blonde breathed in Gilbert's ear, "about you knowing… ngghh… every position in my repertoire—a-ahh… I think you'll find you were—MNFF!—wrong—" Ludwig panted with the effort of getting the words out through the intoxicatingly-sweet shroud clouding his brain, but before Gilbert could react, he had dragged him down onto the narrow strip of rug between coffee table and couch, twisting him onto his back in the same motion. Within seconds Ludwig had made a few astonishingly agile adjustments to Prussia's position, and the albino suddenly found himself with both legs up in the air, still bound by his half-removed pants, with his tailbone resting against the edge of the couch cushions and his neck bent at a near-ninety degree angle so the back of his head could rest against the floor. He was almost completely upside-down and it was… not comfortable, to say the least, especially with the odd pressure constricting his lungs and all the weight on his shoulder blades pressing into the too-thin carpet.

Gilbert was disoriented and confused by the strange new position, that is until Ludwig straddled the backs of his thighs as if he was about to sit on the couch cushions, but instead settled himself over his brother's exposed ass, grabbing his own dick and pressing it once more through the tight cheeks. He gripped the thighs suspended before him for balance and began bobbing up and down as Prussia made a satisfyingly strangled noise at the feeling of the unfamiliar angle.

In all their years of fucking, Gilbert couldn't remember his brother ever reaching this deep inside him. Ramming into him straight up and down, aided by gravity, Ludwig managed to press his balls tightly against Gilbert's backside with each and every thrust, grunting at the added pressure. The pain that jolted through Prussia's neck and shoulders as he was pounded into the floor caused him to whimper pitifully, but not as much as what his brother's cock was doing to his insides. It felt as though a jackhammer was driving into his prostate.

"M-more, West, more! Faster!" he pleaded, teary-eyed, and the other nation complied. Gilbert could feel that ebullient bubble rising up in his nether regions as he reached his plateau. It was pure, sustained bliss from here on out, a seemingly eternal ecstasy.

Germany glanced down at Prussia's face as he pounded into him and was captivated by what he saw. The albino's eyes were closed in an expression that Ludwig might have mistaken for agony had he not known better. Oh, his brother was loving every second of this… And that mouth. Oh god, that mouth, hanging completely slack and slightly agape, rosy lush lips shining with moisture… how long since Germany had felt that exquisite mouth around his manhood? Too long.

With sudden impatience, Ludwig withdrew from Gilbert and clambered around his legs to hover over his dazed and vaguely surprised face, planting his knees on either side. Reaching down, he rubbed his weeping cock across a pale cheek to press the head against those sumptuous lips. Crimson eyes glinted wickedly as they flashed to meet dark sapphires, and suddenly Prussia's mouth was everywhere—or so it felt to Ludwig. The German's world narrowed to just his length and that terribly teasing tongue in that terribly enticing mouth enveloping him. He groaned as Gilbert pressed his slick muscle against his slit and then thoroughly massaged the sensitive underside. In another second, Prussia had engulfed him as far as he could go. Ludwig groaned and bucked into the hot, wet cavern, causing his brother to gag as the tip pressed against the back of his throat. The larger nation smirked at the appealingly sloppy noise. He thrust in again, and Gilbert choked around his length again. Germany reveled in the lewd sound and the salacious trails of saliva stringing from his brother's lips, and continued to fuck his mouth.

"Ohh—G-Giiilbert…" he moaned, mouth hanging open and eyes shut in concentration. This was more like it, thought Germany as he thrust his hips repeatedly: Prussia, beneath him, submissively getting a thorough throat-fucking, practically suffocating in the process… perhaps he'd learned his place at last. A slight smile, somewhat akin to a sneer, curled the corners of Ludwig's mouth as he felt the rush of power take him even higher.

The strong grasp of leather-clad fingers digging into his hipbones was what brought him back down. Confused and disappointed at the grip restraining his motions, Germany glanced down at Prussia. The elder pulled away, spluttering and coughing, but instead of pushing his younger brother off, he looked back up into his face, a new hardness in his eyes. He swiftly scooted a few more inches from the couch so he could lift his head more easily, then jerked Ludwig's hips back towards his face and swallowed him whole, sucking harshly. This time, he was in control.

The blonde threw back his head at the sudden thrill that shot through his groin, choking on his sharp intake of breath. Still with that strange gleam in his eye, Prussia pursued a relentless program of torture on his brother's needy cock. His hungry orbs voraciously devoured the sight of the heaving, glistening torso above him, and the sinfully contorting features of Ludwig's face.

The knowledge that he could still drive the younger nation mad was worth all the risks he had taken tonight. He was still the elder brother, he was still the awesome Prussia, he was still the most skilled lover. Tomorrow, the reason for all of his recent anxiety, for his desperate need to be with his brother, was forgotten as he focused solely on pleasuring the blonde and receiving more of those arousing reactions.

Forcing down his gag reflex, Gilbert took his brother in until he felt the rubbing at the back of his throat. He paused, steeling himself, then pushed further forward, lips stretching towards taught balls and blonde fuzz, but Ludwig was just… so big. The urge to regurgitate the entire penis was overwhelming, but Gilbert was determined, especially after hearing the shameless moan that escaped his brother's lips. He fought down rising bile and burning coughs, and with one final act of will his lips closed around the base of the shaft. Prussia slid his tongue out to tease the testicles, relishing in his victory, but the greatest reward was the sight of a Germany so intoxicated with pleasure he was unable to breathe for several seconds.

When he finally did manage to draw breath and unscrew his eyes to gaze down at his brother, there was new sentiment in those azure depths: fond reverence and helpless awe. The German simply stared down in amazement at the man sucking him off with such gusto for a few moments, but finally the pleasuring nation couldn't take it for a moment longer and had to pull back with a wet squelch. He barely had time to gulp in the welcome air before he felt himself being pulled up by his uniform front to meet bruising lips. As forceful as the kiss was, there was something more than domination fueling the furiously working tongue that it took Gilbert a moment to place before he realized with astonishment: it was gratitude. With this passionate dance of mouth on mouth, Ludwig was thanking his brother, practically even worshipping him, for reawakening a side of him that he had not allowed to see the light for what seemed a lifetime, for reminding him what it felt like… to be loved. To be accepted and embraced in the throes of sexual passion rather than resented and loathed.

It had been so long since he had properly loved another nation.

When they finally broke apart, Ludwig wasted no time in readjusting their positions to continue their ardent union. He lifted the albino up further until he could slip underneath his legs and sit with his back against the base of the couch. The breathless Prussian swiftly situated himself so that his restricted ankles were behind his body as he kneeled over his brother's bare thighs. Ludwig scooted down until his member, still standing at attention, was pointed up directly at Gilbert's ass, and then eagerly guided the smaller man's hips down to meet his own, conjoining their bodies intimately once more.

Prussia sighed with a bliss beyond content. Though he had never stopped loving the blonde, that kiss had rekindled in him a tender passion he had all but forgotten in the years away from Germany's strong arms. As he felt them becoming one again, deep, deep inside his body, inside his soul, he felt a new happiness, more than the fulfillment of desperate desires, welling up in his stomach. The member buried within him seemed to complete him, as if he had only just realized what a void he had been burdened with before. His brother's cock reached in further, further, and Gilbert was so, so whole, and oh, yes, YES this was what he wanted… this was what he needed…

Gilbert began to move. Slowly at first, savoring each slide of skin on skin, in places where one didn't think of there being skin, they're so deep inside, so private and personal, forbidden. Then, gradually, faster, gloved hands roaming and groping restlessly for leverage until they settled on a strong, shining shoulder and on the table behind. Ludwig started to meet his brother's movements with his own thrusts, coordinating a sensual dance punctuated by the staccato smacks of bare flesh meeting at a steady tempo and the more erratic rhythm of rapid breaths, soft exclamations, and the occasional fervent groan that could have come from the earth itself.

Ludwig lustfully watched himself disappear and reappear repeatedly between his brother's white thighs, and delightedly eyed Gilbert's cock bouncing wildly with each contact, until the mounting pressure and pleasure forced him to squeeze his eyes shut as his mouth twisted in a silent scream. Gilbert was lost in the clouds, silvery locks flopping against his sweat-drenched forehead with each electrifying thrust, climbing, climbing, almost there, so close now…

As one body, they reached the brink: the instant that the glass must brim over, the instant that the bubble must burst, the instant that release is inevitable. Eyes met, mouths collided, tongue and lips trying to suck the other into their very being. Together they toppled into a void in which existed only each other as their essence was spilt. With one final thrust, a white ribbon shot from the tip of Gilbert's cock to splatter over Ludwig's shining abdomen, and a hot gush of liquid flooded into the albino's tight cavern and every secret crevice.

The brothers sat for a moment, closer than close, panting and waiting for functionality to return to their senses. Gilbert rested against the broad warmth of the blonde, savoring the residual satisfaction of an explosive orgasm and giving no thought to the possibility of getting cum stains on the Luftwaffe jacket. He moved with the rise and fall of breath in the body against him, like the gentle rocking of a boat, or a crib… how he would love to fall asleep with that bare body in his arms once more…

But he knew it couldn't last. When Ludwig's hands slid from his hips to the floor, he took the cue and gingerly lifted himself off the newly flaccid member, only to collapse to the side and shuffle awkwardly away from the German, wriggling to pull his pants back up and buckle them in a seated position. The other nation did not move. He remained limply leaning against the couch, legs sprawled out, head resting back against the seat cushions, gazing blankly at the ceiling.

Prussia stared at him tentatively, waiting. All the pent up anxiety that had been forgotten in the lustful heat of the moment was slowly seeping back into his heart, ensnaring it in its chilling grasp bit by bit. Now that his brother's mental capacity was not blocked by impending orgasm and the alcohol was wearing off, how would he react? The Prussian knew he had breached a barrier, but how quickly could Germany put it back up?

The seconds ticked by in silence but for the still labored breathing of two spent bodies. Ludwig never shifted an inch. Gilbert finally looked down, biting back the sudden and embarrassing threat of tears. He thought he had made a breakthrough, but it seemed the blonde had been using the albino as much as the albino had intended to use him. Or, even worse, Ludwig had felt the same sentiments as his brother as they made love, but was retreating back to the security and rigidity of his new façade after the uncertain thrills of true passion. Apparently, he did not want his brother enough. Perhaps, thought Gilbert, it was just as well; had the night ended in cuddles and professions of renewed love, it may have made his task for the next day quite impossible…

He turned his head back to the younger man and scoffed lightly. "Schwul," he whispered contemptuously. The blonde did not react, and he wondered if he had even heard him.

With an inward sigh, the Prussian heaved himself to his feet. He stole one last glance at his brother's wilted form before staggering to the door, which he promptly unlocked, opened, stepped through, and closed behind him.

Ludwig only vaguely registered his brother's movements. He remained seated and staring for a solid few minutes until finally the gears that had stopped turning clunked back into place in his lethargic mind, and slowly, shakily, he stood. He was not entirely sure what had just transpired, nor was he sure he wanted to understand it completely. He was sure, however, that upon closer examination of the encounter and his own emotions, his findings would be quite displeasing and most embarrassing… but he had a meeting with the Fuhrer tomorrow, and if Germany was to be able to face his boss, he had best get some rest and do his best not to think on it.

He stumbled to his bedroom and collapsed onto his mattress, not bothering with covers, pajamas, or even the clean-up of his own sweat and semen-coated body. Luckily for Ludwig, the lingering effects of the beers (and of his exhausting climax, though he would not allow himself to think that thought) helped carry him off to sleep soon after his head hit the pillow.

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As soon as he heard the finalizing thump-click of the door shutting after him, the albino slumped against the hard, cold wood, trying to find the will to drag his thoroughly abused and sore ass all the way back to his temporary quarters. When he finally placed one booted foot in front of the other, it didn't help how acutely aware he was of the tiny tears and sticky cum his brother had left as souvenirs deep inside him. But that's what he had wanted, wasn't it? That was what he had come for, and that was what he had gotten… and it would have to be enough for a very, very long time.

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Translations:
Schwul: gay
Gott: God
Gottverdammt: Goddamnit
Schlampe: slut, bitch

So... um... this is my first. lemon. ever. I hope you like it, please be kind! It was... quite a trial to write. Oh, and I LOVE REVIEWS!

Most of the research for chapter 3 is done, so I hope to be updating soon!