Ch. 4- Symphony
Rating- bumped up to M
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Roderich gaped lamely, heart pounding through his chest.
"Wh-what did you say?"
"You heard me!" The albino grabbed his shoulders, laying his forehead on the brunette's collarbone. "I love you so fucking much." Roderich wanted to question him about the truth behind this statement, but decided against it. It really seemed like he meant it. "I've been trying to tell you for so long. I kept screwing up every time. -So not awesome-."
"Oh Gilbert." The Austrian brought his hand up to the Prussian's cheek.
"Your hands are cold." Oh right. Much of his shirt was wet from the rain and his hair was still damp. He had forgotten. Gilbert was a very distracting person.
"Oh." Roderich removed his hand, only to have Gilbert hold them both in his hands. Prussia brought the thin hands to his mouth to kiss them gently.
"You should really change out of that."
"O-of course." He started to head for the door but paused. He walked back over to Gilbert, pressing their lips together. It might've been out of shock, but they stayed there for several moments.
"Wh-what'd you do that for?"
"I love you too, idiot."
Roderich nearly fell over as Gilbert clung to him with a huge hug.
"Ja! Ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja ja~ hee hee, and you taste like cake by the way."
The lights started to flicker. Probably because of the storm.
"Awwww, Roddy, I'm scared..." Gilbert joked.
"Gilbert?"
"Yes~?"
"Don't make me hit you again."
"Pffffft, yes sir." The albino poked the brunette's cheek as the lights went out. Gilbert jumped in surprise at the strange coincidence. Roderich almost laughed. He smirked in amusement.
It wasn't too dark. It wasn't quite night yet, so there was still a bit of ghostly light in the room.
"You know, Roddy" Gilbert said gently, moving his fingers along the Austrain's neck lovingly, "we'll have to make up for lost time."
"What do you...mean..." Gilbert started at his cheek, kissing his way down to his jawline and down to his neck, causing him to go silent. Austria let out a small gasp and closed his eyes as he felt the Prussian's tongue running along his neck, making it's way up and sliding into his mouth. They broke apart for air.
"Damn, Roderich, I've wanted to do that for so long." He tugged at the aristocrat's damp shirt and vest. "I'll take care of this for you if you want." Without waiting for an answer, Gilbert unbuttoned the vest as Roderich loosened the tie, kissing his love once more. The vest and tie were thrown to the ground, both of their shirts being hastily undone. Prussia threw the brunette against the piano, smirking, trying his hardest not to crack a joke about Roderich folding his shirt neatly before putting on the bench.
Roderich could've cried from how wonderful it felt to hold Gilbert and feel his skin against his own. He smiled against the crook of the pale neck. He took in his scent, which as usual was mixed with a light scent of beer. He would usually scowl in distaste at the Prussian's drinking habits, but the light scent of alcohol he now associated with Gilbert. He didn't mind it as much anymore.
"Gilbert."
"Hm~?"
"You know...I've had to put up with you for so long. You owe me."
"Really...well, what do you expect me to do, prissy?" There was a glint in Roderich's eyes.
"Take off your pants." Apparently, he needn't ask twice, as Gilbert's pants were half way across the room within seconds. He suddenly found himself on top of the piano, his own pants sitting at his knees. He put aside his glasses as the black trousers were forgotten on the ground.
He let out a soft, breathy moan at such physical contact. Gilbert smirked.
"Tell me you want it." He moved his hips teasingly, causing the brunette to involuntarily buck up against him as a response. "Oh really now."
Although Gilbert had a hard time speaking about his emotions, he was very straight-forward physically. "Get ready, Roddy." Gilbert didn't want to waste any time and get straight to the point. At least there was a warning. Roderich held back a scream as Gilbert's length entered him. He wrapped his legs around the Prussian's waist, digging his nails into his back, making Gilbert groan in pleasure.
Roderich panted against Gilbert's chest waiting for the inevitable pleasure that was soon to come. At the sound of the Austrian's moans, Gilbert started thrusting harder. Roderich moved with him, their rhythems perfectly in sync with each other.
The wind howled outside as they composed their symphony.
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The storm had cleared and the moonlight was shining through the window upon porcelain skin. Roderich thought he looked beautiful, otherworldly, silver hair seeming to glow in the moonlight, red eyes that you couldn't seem to look away from.
"You know Gilbert...." Roderich started, both of them laying comfortably on the couch.
"Hm?"
"You'll have to clean the piano now." Gilbert's head shot up with a look of debelief.
"What? Seriously?!?"
"Well...it's your own fault." The brunette shrugged.
"How so?"
"You propped me up there."
"You didn't stop me." Roderich's words were caught in his throat as his cheeks blossomed pink. "Yeah that's right."
"Oh shut up."
"Priss."
"Idiot."
"I love you." Austria smiled.
"Ich liebe dich auch." He failed at surpressing a yawn.
"We should sleep."
"Hmm...I suppose." Roderich said in a daze. Suddenly Gilbert picked him up and carried him out the room to Roddy's bedroom.
He couldn't remember a time he fell asleep any happier.
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Er....yeah. Totally not used to writing that. *hides under rock* Forgive me. I didn't want it to be purely smutty anyways.
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