~Gilbert's POV~

A wired hand ghosted over his chest and Gilbert turned his gaze to view the faint smile gracing itself upon the Austrian. Hours of nonstop mischief had led up to this point. It was something that made the Prussian quite pleased. There was no way in hell that Roderich could misjudge his affections now.

"…Gott, I wish this was real."

Or not.

Gilbert looked at him in shock, "say what now?"

"If this were only real and not the direct manifestation of a coma of some sort…"

Gilbert felt his manhood come to stand once again and smirked, "so tell me what I have to do to get you to believe this is really going on."

"…If you have to ask then this is not real."

…

"Mein Gott, you're a moron, Specs." He didn't give the Austrian a chance to answer before climbing onto the nation's chest and pinning the man's hands above his head. Oh, but this never got old.

"Gilbert… bitte… nein… I can't take anymore of this."

"You can if I tell you to."

"Nein…" He turned his head away and blushed horribly, clearly flustered.

"Specs~"

"Nein!"

"Mein liebling, spread your legs."

"Nein." His legs opened a bit and Gilbert leaned forward, his chest pressed up against Roderich's. He nipped the Austrian's neck tenderly. His marks from their other times still a stark contrast to the pale skin. The nation tried to arch up and found himself stuck in their current position.

Anticipation drew the calm pulse of their heart rates into a frenzy. Labored, bated breath ghosted one another's skin. Gilbert's slid a hand down the Austrian's front, taking the time to tease the Austrian's nipples as he trailed lower and lower. His hand took a respite while teasing the aristocrat's opening. A slight gasp became the prelude to his acquiescence to spreading his legs. The once so stuff shirted Austrian now panting and wanton against the bed.

Gilbert smirked a bit at his thinking that.

"What…?"

"Nothing, mein liebling. I was just thinking how much I've been waiting for this." He kissed along the Austrian's neck and felt the man's face heat up with embarrassment. It was silent besides the heavy breathing against one another. Roderich freed his hands from their vice and wrapped them around the Prussian. He pulled Gilbert's head up to his lips and Gilbert felt himself blush as the Austrian kissed him.

Of all the times he had taken the man this evening, there had not been a time that he had actually had this kind of reaction from the gentleman. He was always the top; riding fast and hard. He didn't expect any returned adoration. He didn't need any words of encouragement. He was far more awesome than that.

And yet…

Roderich bucked his hips against him and gave a smirk that surprised and aroused the Prussian to no end. "Don't keep me waiting, dummkopf."

"Wouldn't dream of it…" He shoved himself into the Austrian without any preamble and they both sucked in a breath. "Damn… Forgot lube…"

"Move… It won't do anything now that you're in me to pull out and find some. Besides, I think you used the bottle up."

"Right." He'd forgotten about that.

Roderich tugged him down by his hair and bit hard into his neck. Gott, the little priss! That hurt! He started to thrust a bit experimentally and quickly sped up. The openness of the aristocrat's face, his murmurs of encouragement, his damn soft body against him, and his slick, wet heat around his member; he should have slammed the Austrian against his stable floor the first time he'd met the man.

"Verdammt, Gilbert, that's too slow."

Slow? Gilbert moved faster and grabbed the man's erection, massaging it as if it were the most tensed up muscle that he'd ever seen. He moved his thumb worshipfully against the underside of his balls. Roderich shook heavily under him and moaned wantonly. His face turning scarlet as he drew ragged breath.

Gilbert smiled down at him in such a manner that could have been called sinister, "better?"

"…ja…" He squirted out some pre-cum and Gilbert found himself laughing, much to the further embarrassment of his little master.

"Awesome juice for the awesome me? How thoughtful of you," he rubbed the tip of Roderich's shaft and felt the man shake uncontrollably. "What's this? There should be more…"

"Bitte, please stop teasing…" The man was so close, it was written all over his face.

"You have to tell me this is real and you have to mean it." He started to pull out and leave Roderich on that edge when Roderich slid downward on the bed to keep him inside.

"Nein, you will not leave me unsatisfied!"

"Well, that might be a problem, little master. You don't believe that I'm really here and that's leaving me unsatisfied. Therefore I was thinking of going to a brothel or something."

"YOU WILL MAKE ME CLIMAX THIS INSTANT!" Roderich glared at him in outrage and gripped Gilbert's head to pull him down into a rough, sloppy kiss. There was nothing refined or sophisticated about this man now.

"Or what?" Gilbert pulled back, holding the man down before shoving himself in to slam against the aristocrat's prostate. Roderich screamed out and Gilbert felt himself grin. Oh, the way the light was shining in through the window, highlighting Roderich's face as he panted and lustfully gazed up at him. The violet in his eyes sparkling with promises of torture and death if he was left to his lonesome.

"Again."

He was not one for orders, but Gilbert took revenge by pounding into the man's prostate harder, making him cum with a sudden burst of seed. He convulsed and Gilbert shook as he came inside the Austria.

No, he wasn't ready to leave yet!

He held on tight and continued his assault on the Austrian's vital regions. He hit it repeatedly, taking the time to marvel and memorize the contours of the man's face as he continued to climax in his arms.

It was simply the most amazing thing that had ever come to pass. Gilbert nearly started cursing as his member slowly grew soft and slide out of the Austrian. By this time, Roderich was attempting to regain what serene breathing he'd had before.

"Ich liebe dich, mein Roderich."

Roderich looked over at him as he fell against the side of the bed and was only saved from falling off by the bars on the side of the bed. His gaze grew soft in the golden glow of the dawn's light and he smiled softly. "I don't know how, but… ich liebe dich auch, Gilbert."

A/N:Danke for still reading. Spain~! *covers mouth to keep from giving away anything*

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