Chapter 7
Italy was alone in the kitchen preparing it for dinner time. Germany was helping Oda with ordering ingredients and finding cookbooks. Oda said that a helper would be there soon. He carried a box into the storage room and swapped it for a sack of flour and a container of tomatoes. When he lugged them to the center counter where the cutting board was, he noticed something off. He sat the supplies down and scanned the table tops for his fillet knife. He stepped back to see if it fell on the floor but ended up backing into a solid body.
Fear shot through him as a familiar gritty voice filled his ears "Looking for something?" Italy felt the tip of the knife pressed against his throat as Teki'i asked "Is this it?"
Italy swallowed hard, his body began to tremble and sweat slid down his neck as Teki'i wrapped a strong arm around his torso "I told you you're my little Usagi. No one else's. Right?" Italy nodded in agreement.
Advice from Germany cluttered his mind.
"If ever captured or in trouble and you're unable to fight or escape follow these two rules. Agree and obey. Do whatever you must in order to stay alive long enough to get away safely."
Teki'i broke his thoughts "Do I need to remind you?"
Italy closed his eyes, shook his head slightly and whimpered. Teki'i whispered into Italy's ear as he pressed the cold blade against his skin. "No. I think you need to be shown what it means to be claimed." Italy whimpered, his heart beat hammered inside his head. He mentally screamed for Germany. He cried for his help. A tear slid down his cheeks, fear overwhelming him.
Teki'i nuzzled Italy's neck then nibbled on his earlobe. "Don't worry little Usagi. I'll only taste." Teki'i's fingers trailed down Italy's shirt, slowly tracing a path path down his chest starting at his collar bone. Italy shivered, he could feel Teki'i's hot breath against the back of his neck. He used the hand that wielded the blade to grab a hold of Italy's jaw and turned his head to the side.
He licked along his jawline, tasting his skin. Italy's face burned red, he gasped "What are you doing?"
Teki'i smiled "I told you I would just taste but now I've decided I want more." He spun Italy around, picking him up by his hips and placing him on the table, knocking objects out of the way before pressing his back against the table.
Teki'i then climbed up on top of him and straddled his hips, pinning his hands above his head with one hand so Italy can't resist or get in the way. Then using the knife in his free hand, he cut Italy's shirt open, exposing his chest completely then licked up his skin where the blade's tip had nicked him. His tongue cleaning up the blood that swelled to the surface. Italy blushed and squirmed "Leave m-me al-alone..."
Teki'i looked up at Italy with a sly smile, a drop of Italy's blood colored his lower lip red "If you meant those words you'd put action behind them."
He pressed the blade's tip against his cheek "I mean it when I say you're mine and I'll show it through actions, my little Usagi. I'll claim you in a way that no one else can." He chuckled as his fingers trailed down Italy's chest to his belt.
Teki'i clicked his tongue "This is in my way." before unbuckling it and pulling it out of the belt loops. He looked at it for a moment then stated "I can make use of it though."
He looped it around Italy's wrists then buckled it tight, causing Italy to wince as it pinched his skin, binding them together then he hooked the other end of the belt to a rack hook keeping Italy's wrists above his head and out of the way. "There. That makes this easier. I have so many plans for you my little Usagi."
He closed his eyes praying for Germany to come to his rescue like he always does.
Italy squirmed uneasily and fearful of what was to come, in his mind his cries for Germany's help became more desperate by the second. More tears flowed from his eyes as he had begun to realize they were hopeless and empty. Germany couldn't hear them. He was trapped. A bunny caught in the grasp of a coiling snake. He was prey to Teki'i and he knew he wouldn't be able to get away. He trembled with terror. Weak and pathetic. Teki'i's devilish smile, that twisted look seemed to drill into him even though his eyes were still closed. He felt his breath hot against his ear as Teki'i whispered "You are mine."
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Italy woke up, sweat covering his skin, his hair plastered to his forehead. He scanned his surroundings, fear strangling his heart but he found he was in his cell, laying in his bunk, a blanket tangled around him. Germany wasn't there which worried him. He froze when he heard the sound of someone approaching.
He turned around in time to see Germany enter with Oda trailing behind him.
Germany smiled "I'm glad you're awake." He spoke happily. "I brought dinner for you."
Italy thought to himself with relief 'It was just a dream.'
Italy rubbed his eyes "What?"
Oda smiled at him "He didn't want to wake you and so he made an easy dinner for everyone on his own. Sandwiches and rice balls."
Germany sat down next to Italy and handed a tray of food to him "Here, I snuck an extra rice ball for you."
Italy took the food and thanked them both before he began to eat. Oda sighed "Alright, i'm heading off. I've got a hell of a lot of paperwork to catch up on but i'll catch you guys later."
Germany said good-bye as he left then turned to watch Italy. He laughed as Italy made a mess "You have it all over your face."
Italy looked at the rice ball then wiped at his mouth then looked at Germany for approval. Germany shook his head "Still there. Here, let me get it."
When he leaned in to wipe it away, he licked it off with the tip of his tongue then he pressed his lips against Italy's gently. Italy, shocked at first, closed his eyes and seemed to almost melt into Germany. He loved feeling that familiar warmth. That constant reminder of safety and acceptance. When Germany broke away, he left Italy wanting more but he knew why they must be so discreet.
Germany smiled at Italy slyly, a smile that told Italy who Germany belonged to completely. That smile that told him he was his.
