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Riiiiiiiiing!
The albino sprawled out over the blonde Frenchman groaned loudly at the painfully shrill noise that woke him. Antonio followed suit in verbal protest against it and attempted to bury his face deeper in Francis' hip, throwing his arm across his hips, effectively stirring him from his sleep from the friction the cuddling caused.
Riiiiiiiiiiiing!
Francis wiggled his waist down against the tan arm embracing him and was promptly slapped groggily by Gilbert who was pissed about the movement. "Stop..." he breathed heavily onto the Blonde's slender neck.
Riiiiiiiiiing!
"Shut it up..." Gilbert groaned, clenching his knees around Francis' waist. By this time he was hard against Antonio's arm and rubbing it against him unconsciously.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
"FUCKİNG TURN İT OFF!" Gilbert yelled causing both the other men to bolt fully awake.
Antonio's eyes widened. "Adios mios! Francis, you have a problem!" the Spaniard exclaimed rolling away from the erection in his face. The Albino jumped away at the Sudden realization of where he was- and Francis' hard on.
"Mm... Dont pretend you dont get morning wood when someone is stroking you, Mon ami." Francis groaned out softly, his head pounding from the shouting and ringing during his hangover. Evidently, the other two clenching their teeth felt it too.
Riiiiiiing!
"LUDİ, ANSER THE GOTT VERDAMMT PHONE!" the German called out before wincing. He really shouldn't be so loud when he was hung over...
As the Frenchman sat up to smile at Antonio rolling his brown eyes, the sound of large scraping objects came from Ludwig's room before a well groomed Blonde emerged to snatch up the phone.
Gilbert sat up on his haunches to amble over to the kitchen, stark naked, to get some aspirin as he listened in on his bruder's side of the conversation. His ass hurt almost as much as his head did.
"Guten morgan, Herr Romulus... You vant mein Bruder?... İ apologize for him, Principle... Have I seen him..?" Gilbert shook his head slightly enough not to send him swimming when the middle schooler looked up to him. Ludwig sighed. "Nein, sir, they never returned here last night... Ja, I vill tell him vat you said. Gut bye, sir." he fare welled before hanging up the phone to glare at his elder brother who was taking a few too many pills. He grabbed the bottle and kept his face stone cold as Gilbert tried to snatch it back. "Nein! Vat is vrong vith you? You already might get the cops called on you for vat you did as vell as overdose because you have a hangover!" Ludwig chastised.
One hand lazily wound around the young German's waist as another reached out to take the open aspirin bottle and disappear into Francis' mouth. "hon hon hon, there is never too much~" he laughed nasally.
Gilbert snorted softly in agreement, his eyes rimmed in red. "And im too awesome to be arrested! You already lied to him for me, just stay quiet." he reasoned badly.
Antonio took part in the sharing of the magic pills. "Do not be so mean to your brother, amigo, he already helped." the emerald eyed Spaniard defended gently. "And FrancyPants, you better not do what I think you're thinking about. He's probably a virgin." Toni added when he saw Francis pulling the boy closer by his arm coiled around his torso, ready to hump him.
The blonde pouted at his cock block friend and released the furiously blushing German kid. "I could fix that for him~" Francis offered teasingly.
Gilbert grimaced distastefully. "Mein gott, guys, stop talking about mein kleinen bruder like that! And-" suddenly the Albino went silent. His eyes were fixed on a dried white substance on Francis' newly exposed chest. "Francis... What is that...?"
All three of them were now staring at it while Ludwig fidgeted, uncomfortable surrounded by them. "It's cum, of course!" Francis exclaimed before his face changed and he really looked at Gilbert. "Gil... Your neck..."
The German teen reached up to touch the love bites on his neck and flinched when they stung. They were all over him like blood on snow. Slowly Antonio simply looked down and said the simplest observation possible. "We're not wearing clothes..."
Flashes of coming home and getting wasted flashed through the two darker skinned men's minds. Gilbert on the other hand could recall nothing of the situation at all. He scrunched up his face as Francis leaned down to Ludwig's level to see eye to eye. "Ludwig, what did you see last night?" he asked calmly.
The boy bristled. "nothing." he replied brusquely.
The Frenchman's eyes widened marginally. "Socre bleu..." he breathed incredulously.
"What?" Gilbert snapped, concerned with the route this seemed to be taking. He did not want to believe what he thought was going on was really what happened.
Francis kept his steady gaze on the masked German kid. "How much happened with you?" he asked.
"Nothing happened. You guys came home wasted." Ludwig stated adamantly.
The Frenchman smirked as he caught the trip up. "You weren't home when we got there, you were in school." he exposed. Gilbert's jaw dropped open at the implements of the conversation as the Blonde plowed on. "So... Tell me how much we did to you..."
The young German reached up to touch his tender lips and glanced guiltily at his brother. This turned the Albino a bright red in the face. Ludwig then let his hand trail down to his neck to pull away his collar and finger the bite marks that matched his brothers. When he stopped, Francis prodded him with the wave of a hand by flicking his wrist sharply. Slowly he held up his palm and looked down in embarrassment.
Everyone was silent for a moment before. "Did you come..?" asked Francis suddenly in a bit of perverted glee.
The three others looked at him sharply, the two German brothers blushing like mad. "Francis!" Antonio scolded. "This is serious!"
"Ja! Why the hell are you asking that? İ dont want to know!" Gilbert added in protest to the questioning. He looked about ready to blow up just standing there.
Francis held up his hands in defense as if feigning innocence. "Dont worry, his right hand isn't clean~ we didn't finish him!" he laughed obnoxiously when Ludwig proved him right by becoming flustered and losing his cool. "Who did you jack off to? Come on, you can tell me!"
Ludwig blushed even deeper red and looked away, trying not to look at any of them. İt was hard to not scream at them to stop reminding him of his fantasy last night. Francis sighed and shook his head with an amused smile plastered on his hairy face. "Gilbert, your brother is gay for you!"
A white fist slammed him in the side of Francis' head, knocking him onto Antonio. Both of Gilbert's friends watched as he trembled slightly. His eyes were brighter than their usual red. "Get out. Dont be putting obscene things into mein kleinen bruder's head. Antonio, take him back to your house. Now." Gilbert hissed through his teeth.
Ludwig was scared as the older graduates were. He had never seen his brother so serious and it was very frightening. Francis and Antonio respectfully pulled on their pants from the living room without saying a word and got out. İt was day already and quite bright outside. Bright enough to seem to cast a shadow when the door was shut.
Throughout the two's exit, Gilbert stayed rooted to the spot he had been in. Just staring listlessly at the wall in anger. Ludwig was afraid to say anything. What could he say? He didn't know if Gilbert was mad or not. Or who he was mad at.
After ten long minutes the silence was broken with a deep inhalation from the Albino. "Tell me the truth... Did I..?" he started before trailing off. Ludwig hesitantly nodded his head. "But not all the way?" again Ludwig shook his head in confirmation. His cheeks were burning with anticipation and a little inner shame. How could he? Gilbert must hate him for not being mad about it...
Suddenly Gilbert was pressing him up against the counter, arms wound tightly around him in a bone crushing embrace. "Gott, im so glad I didn't waste your first like that!" Gilbert exclaimed with a thick voice. "I could never forgive myself if I raped you..." he continued.
Ludwig was shocked. His brother sounded so guilty, like he was about to cry about the prospect of taking him while he was drunk. You shouldn't be so sad, he thought. "I vouldnt have minded, if you had..." Gilbert looked up at him in confusion and Ludwig panicked, realizing he had spoken aloud. "I mean, it's not like a vould think about that... Or... Verdammt! İm sorry, bruder!" he rushed out saying the wrong things and just ended up begging forgiveness for thinking that way. Ludwig cast his teary gaze to the floor.
"You... Want it rough from me?" came the smirking response to his confession. His blue eyes latched onto the red ones in disbelief. Gilbert had a haughty smirk. "I was saying I wanted to take you nicely... İ didn't think you would want me to rape you." he smirked.
Ludwig blushed as Gilbert leaned down to bite his ear and cause him to gasp loudly. He was being pressed painfully hard into the counter by the taller and he couldn't help but arch up into Gilbert's body with each descending nibble. The blue eyed boy moaned loudly as his neck was violently attacked. Bites turned to nibbles up his jaw and over to his lips where a deep kiss was planted, forcing the younger's willing mouth to let him in.
As the Albino dominated the invasive kiss he began stripping his brother from the waist down. With the removed belt he took the smaller hands and bound them impatiently behind Ludwig's back. He tugged gently to let Ludwig know just how secure it was, though he doubted he would want to get out.
Now his hands were free to pull the Aryan's legs up around his waist and hold him close. Both of them moaned when their members rubbed against the other in delicious friction. Gilbert laid the younger's torso out on the countertop to have his hands to prepare him. Ludwig moaned wantonly in a mix of pain and pleasure when two fingers were shoved in dry. He only did a little bit of wiggling around inside until he found the prostate. Ludwig was biting his lip in a desperate attempt not to scream as a barrage of mind numbing pleasure threatened to tear him apart. The fingers were going crazy hard on that spot inside him. İt was overwhelming... Until the fingers pulled out.
Ludwig barely had time to whine at the loss when he cried out. Gilbert had swiftly buried himself balls deep inside him and the younger couldn't begin to describe the wonderful pain he was feeling. İt was sharp and searing around the full sized length that filled him up deliciously.
His brother began swallowing the mixed moans as he started thrusting in and out, angling himself to find the prostate again. When he finally found it again Ludwig was lost. He was thrusting back as best as he could with his binding. All he could see through the haze was his bruder, glistening with sweat and scarlet eyes shut, lost in the tight hot pleasure that was Ludwig's cavern.
A hand found the Blonde's erection to pump it when they were both nearing completion. Seed shot onto Ludwig's chest and, a moment later, up his ass. After a few moments of catching his breath Gilbert pulled out with a final kiss. He was at first concerned that there was no response but smiled softly when he saw Ludwig had fallen asleep.
"Too young to go two rounds, Ja, bruder?" the silverette chuckled to himself.
Carefully releasing his arms, he picked the boy up and made his way to his room to curl up in his bed around Ludwig. He fell asleep listening to the steady unconscious breathing of HİS little brother.
DMITRI:
YES, I COMPLETED THIS ON A WHIM IN ONE NIGHT FOR NO REASON OTHER THAN THE FACT I WAS ASKED TO IN Da BY QUITE A FEW READERS. WHY HAS NO ONE SEEN IT ON HERE? I DON'T KNOW. JUST LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHY PRUSSIA IS ACTING LIKE A WEIRD HIPSTER SEIMEI (LOVELESS) OR HOW FUNNY GERMANY WOULD LOOK AS RITSUKA ON THAT TRAIN OF THOUGHT. WELL, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED AND YOU WILL REVIEW! REVIEWERS GET VODKA AND A HAPPY DMITRI, AND A HAPPY DIMA GIVES YOU MORE SMUT. SO REVIEW!