He didn't know how this had happened.
He had just gotten to his room after taking a shower and like always he threw the towel on the floor then began to raid his more than slightly messy closet. While searching for a pair of pants to put on he glanced to his dresser and lack of iron cross that he had taken off before getting into the shower. That was strange. Taking a glance around the room, Gilbert cocked his head to side. 'Where'd it go?' He though, forgetting about his search of clothes in favor of his cross.
The albino scowered his room for a good five minutes, getting more and more flustered as the trinket hadn't bothered to appear. "Verdammt, where did it-" He stopped mid-sentence and glanced to the door that had opened, Italy-cross in hand-walking in. Anyone else coming into his room unannounced-especially while he was naked-might have shifted his mood from flustered to worse but the cute Italian in his room was an exception-the cross a bonus.
"Ciao, Prussia. Here's your cross," Stated the brunette, holding said object out. The Prussian quickly snatched it up and put it around his neck.
"Thanks, kid. Where'd you find it?" Italy directed his eyes downward, as though ashamed by his next words.
"I came in here looking for you but you weren't in here but then I saw your cross and thought it was pretty so I took it to play with it but then Germany said I had to give it back." There were tears in his eyes and his lip was trembling by the end of his short anecdote. "I'm sorry, Prussia! I would have brought it back I promise!" He wailed.
"Hey, hey it's not that big of a deal." Gilbert said, with a small smile, trying to comfort the crying nation. "You brought it back, that's all that matters." He really didn't want to see Feliciano cry. It was too sad of a sight for something that didn't really matter.
"Really?" The brunette sniffled and wiped his eyes.
"Really," There! Situation avoided and handled properly! The albino would have given himself a pat on the back if he had not been taken in a gigantic hug with his arms pined to his side. Once again this situation might have been handled differently-meaning anyone who dared to hug him while he was stark naked might have just gotten flipped over his shoulder then kicked out-but then again this was Italy and the guy was just adorable to do things like that too.
"Hey, Prussia? Why do you have handcuffs on your bed?" Italy had pulled away and went to examine the older nations bed which did in fact have handcuffs attached to the headboard.
"Well...you see..." Damn it, how did he explain something like that to someone as innocent as Italy? "Uh, well-no don't do that!" The white haired nation quickly jumped to him, grabbing his wrist before he could put the restraints over it. "Don't do that. I don't know where the key is and I don't want you locked in." He told the younger man.
"Oh, okay." Italy smiled at him before locking on cuff over Gilbert's own wrist then swiftly did the same with the other.
"Hey! What'd you do that for?" Prussia complained, pulling his wrist. "Now you have to-" A hand was placed over his mouth and he watched as the northern half of Italy climbed over his waist.
"So you think its funny to tease people Gilbert?" He hissed in the albino's ear, much too sexy to come from a person as 'innocent' as him. Prussia just stared at him, shocked at his actions, confused at his words, and turned on by the way his human name rolled off his tongue like that.
"What do you-" He gasped as he felt fingers ghost down his length.
"Answer the question. Do you think its funny to tease people, Gilbert? Do you get a laugh out of leaving people gasping for relief before they have to run to their boyfriend and practically tear their clothes off? Do you?" He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, the curl on his head bobbing gently.
"Oh," Watching that wayward curl brought back the memory of yesterday, of pulling the strand of hair until Italy was practically screaming his name and begging to be taken to his room, only to be left out in the hallway with a hard on. Just the memory was turning him on. Or it could have been the fact that the once timid North Italy had handcuffed him to his own bed-Germany wasn't the only kinky nation that lived in that house."
"I take it your mad?" He asked and watched a slow smile spread over Italy's lips.
"Oh no, Gilbert. I'm not mad," Whispered Italy, bending over to gently nibble on Prussia's ear, the albino shivering under the touch. "I'm pissed," He growled, narrowing his eyes. The Prussian gulped and let out a shaky breath. He had never seen Italy like this-angry, fierce, and so...sexy. It made him want to get the Italian mad all the time.
"So, uh-ahhhh..." Gilbert moaned as Feli brushed his fingers over his member again, gently pressing his thumb over the tip. "W-what are you going to do?" He asked as the brunette kissed and nipped his neck.
"You'll find out," Feliciano replied, rolling his hips gently then began to drag kisses down his chest. Gilbert watched in anticipation the Italian went lower and lower, dragging kisses down his chest while his nails dug into his sides.
"Wh-whats Ludwig going to s-say?" The white haired nation shook his head, determined to get a handle on his words. Italy would not bring him into a stuttering, withering mess that he himself had left the brown eyed man in yesterday. "If...he...finds out?"
Kissing his stomach, Italy looked up through his lashes to his restrained 'victim'. "Ludwig won't find out, 'cause you won't tell him." He said calmly, breath tickling the little hairs on the Prussian's stomach. Sliding his tongue down, the little brunette began to lick his way up Gilbert's self proclaimed 'five meters', feeling the man begin to shake underneath him. In truth he adored the way Gilbert's breath came in little pants and the way he tried to keep his moans silent, as though moaning was an unmanly thing to do. He could have almost laugh when he saw the blood dribbling down the poor mans lip when he bit it too hard. He could clearly see why Prussia had done this to him yesterday-the sight truly was entertaining. If it wasn't for Ludwig he may just want to do this again. "It's okay, Gilbert." He whispered. "You can make noise. Germany isn't here right now." He told him, licking the man's tip.
Gilbert licked the blood off his lip, sweat trickling down his face. He refused to make any noise and give the Italian the satisfaction of knowing he was driving the Prussian crazy. Was this what it was like yesterday for Feli? Is this what it felt like when he had been teasing that cute little curl? True the reactions were the same but...Oh God it couldn't have felt like this. "I...ngh..." He closed his mouth before anything more could come out. If he ever got out of these handcuffs he was going to screw that Italian so hard until he cried out for him to stop!
"What was that you said yesterday, Gilbert?" Italy mused, cocking his head to the side for a moment then slowly licked up Gilbert's length as though it were an ice cream cone. "Oh, yeah. I want to hear you say my name." Gilbert shook his head, grinding his teeth together. He would never give him the pleasure of hearing him say his name. Never in a million years. "I don't hear it, Gilbert." Italy purred, digging his nails deeper into the Prussian's side. Damn that kinky side of him that enjoyed pain!
"Fuck...you..." He growled, proud of himself for not stuttering. The brunette smiled and giggled gently, the curl on his head bobbing around. If only Gilbert could get to it, pull it. Even if he was tied up he'd have the upper hand then!
"I don't think so," Feli whispered before taking the whole of Gilbert's member in his mouth. The albino jerked at the sudden feeling then bit down on his tongue. He wouldn't do it! No matter what the Italian did, he would never hear him moan out or that name to cross his lips.
'Be strong, Gilbert.' He told him while the brunettes head began to bob up and down. He sucked in air through his nose and closed his eyes, hands balling into fist. 'Mien Gott! Where the hell did this kid learn to do this!' He thought, warmth beginning to bubble inside of him. Of course this wasn't the first time someone had done this to him but...this kid had a magic tongue!
Panting gently, Gilbert shook his head again, even when he began to feel Italy humming something that sounded like his national anthem. 'Don't...' He ground his teeth together, trying to keep the whimpers that dared to escape his lips in. Finally, Italy lifted his head up, a slight frown on his lips.
"Not gonna say it, huh?" He said, removing his nails for Gilbert's side. He thought for a moment before a smirk lifted his lips back up. Kissing his way back up Gilbert's chest he stopped, drawing circles with his finger. 'Now where is that one spot Ludwig likes so much?' He thought, nuzzling into the albino's neck. Dragging his tongue around his neck he kissed it gently before biting down as hard as he wished.
"Feliciano!" Gilbert groaned, his whole body jerking with the bite.
"There we go. That wasn't so bad was it?" Italy asked, grinding his hips against Gil's erection. The man underneath moaned once more and shuddered. "Well Gilbert, Germany's going to be back soon so I better leave. I'm pretty sure you'll find your key later on." He smiled at the white haired nation and climbed down, moving his curl away from his eyes.
"Wait...what?" Gilbert's red eyes were large and he stared at the retreating Italian. "Come back! I...you can't leave me here!" With out the key he couldn't even finish himself off!
"Why not?" The brunette flashed him a smile as he opened the door. "You did the same to me. Good bye, Prussia!" He blew him a kiss before shutting the door, still hearing Gilbert call after him.
-An hour later-
"Bruder, Japan and I were wonder-" Germany paused, mouth open wide as he stared at his brother handcuffed to his bed. Japan on the other hand just blinked.
"Don't ask questions, just find the key!" Gilbert growled, still as hard as a rock and damn it that hurt!
"I don't want to know," Germany said, turning around.
"Uhm...Germany-san. May I...?" From somewhere or another Japan had produced a camera and was looking at Germany questioningly.
"Go ahead," Germany grumbled, walking away while Japan snapped a quick picture of the poor Prussian.
A/N: Well I wasn't orginaly planning another chapter of this but it had been floating around in my head since I read a fic about a -ahem- very dominate Italy. Though it serves Prussia right. And in my mind it is a very just revenge. Oh and if you're wondering, yes Italy and Germany are together meaning yes, Italy did pretty much cheat on Germany in this even if it was for revenge. I may add another chapter but we'll see. Hope you liked this unnexpected second chapter of revenge. ~Ciao! Love Stripes!
