Gilbert moved slowly out of his chair and into bed, working slowly and getting his pants off and his shoes. He paused on his shirt a bit. Damn aristocrat. He was too intuitive at this shit. No doubt he was laughing his head off mentally at his weakness.

He paused as he felt something against the back of his neck, "Specs?"

Roderich was kissing his neck. The musician wrapped his arms around him and looked up at him; his glasses askew and his violet eyes glinting in mischievousness. "ja?"

"…what are you doing?"

Roderich leaned close and grinned, "you would think, being experienced as you are, that you would understand when someone was seducing you."

Gilbert blushed deeper and leaned back against the man, "…about time you started seducing me…"

"Shut up Gilbert."

The aristocrat captured his lips and laid him back against the mattress. Gilbert looked up to find the nation taking his shirt off. He folded it (Pfft, because this was Specs we're talking about) before tossing it over onto the chair near the bed. He came down slowly and ghosted his hands up Gilbert's chest.

Gilbert moaned at the touch and grabbed the aristocrat's neck, pulling him down closer. He was in heaven. Who the hell cared at this point if he was hurt at all?

Roderich's mouth tasted so good. He pushed dominance over the nation's mouth and reaped as much of the benefits as he could out of the nation's mouth. Hot damn, but did he want to have his full strength back. He would flip this embrace over and invade as fast as he could.

The aristocrat smirked before Gilbert felt something against his ass. He blinked as he realized what was going on. "Whoa, Specs. That's my-"

A surprisingly longer than expected digit slipped in… and kept going in… What the hell?

Holy crap! He moved a bit and found Roderich holding him in place, "don't… don't move just yet."

"What the hell is that!" He tried to move again and found Roderich hiding a full blown grin as he pulled at the end of a whip. "You're using that wrong! That doesn't- Verdammt!" Gilbert let out a long moan as the handle of the whip pushed out of him. Scheisse, "put it back in." Gott verdammt, he wasn't uke but that was…

Scheisse!

Roderich moved up into a new position and kissed him again, dominating a minute before Gilbert took the chance to try to dominate. The musician dodged the attack and pulled back to go grab the lube from the nightstand.

Gilbert ogled while he walked away… wait.

Blackish area right on Roderich's hip.

What was that? Roderich seemed to be hiding it.

Gilbert pushed himself up and tried to get a better view until Roderich took the opportunity to return with lube and a crop.

NEIN!

"Specs, turn so I can see that above your hip," he motioned towards the area where the tattoo was and the aristocrat ignored him.

Prissy aristocrat, Gilbert forced himself upwards and shoved at Roderich, pushing him back onto the mattress and held onto his hips, feeling the man's arousal against his upper chest. Correction: Very aroused, prissy aristocrat… one with the…

"Specs? Is that my flag's bird on your hip?"

Roderich's face went twenty shades of red as he adjusted his glasses, "technically now it is our country's flag bird, but ja."

Gilbert traced over the bird with his tongue for a minute before kissing it. "Verdammt, and here I thought you didn't like me."

Roderich took the moment to shove him against the pillows and ram himself into him, sending Gilbert into seeing stars and hissing in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"AH- Mein Gott, warning Specs. Geez, I just got out of the hospital."

"Es tut mir lied." He started to move painfully slow and Gilbert glared at him.

"Es tut mir lied my ass, move it or bottom, Specs. You're killing me."

The movements started to lengthen; Roderich's erection pushing in and out, faster and faster. It began to crescendo into complete bliss. Gilbert bucked at him in encouragement.

"Specs~"

"Patience…"

Gilbert felt him getting closer to a sensitive spot and he bit his lip subconsciously; a tell that was not unseen by the musician. Roderich suddenly paused for a split second to ram hard at that area, sending Gilbert to a shouting heap in the sheets.

"Better?"

"MEIN GOTT!"

Roderich began to assault the spot and smile, amused by his work. "I can see why you like invading vital regions so much. If your others respond half as much as you do, it is quite something."

"Specs… you suck at bedroom talk."

WHACK! "I don't want to hear that. I'm still somewhat unsettled about waking up alone this morning, Gil."

Gilbert nearly came at the sound of his accent lacing over Roderich's voice. It was so incredibly-

"RODERICH~" Gilbert came shouting loudly and the musician watched him with a genuine look of arousal. A warmth seconds later flooded into him and Gilbert moaned at the feel. Was this what it was like to be the bottom of the situation? His mind whirred at a thousand thoughts a second.

Was this what their wedding night had been like?

Was he always like this?

Gott, how soon could they do it again?

Roderich pulled him close as their climaxes came to an end and he nuzzled in close. "Gute nacht, Gilbert."

"Gute nacht, mein liebe." Gilbert moved to trace the tattoo and smirked a bit as his blissful aftereffects flowed through him.

As soon as I get more power, I'm definitely making Roderich beg for me with that accent.

"Keep doing that Gilbert, und we will not be doing this again for a month." Roderich's face went from peaceful to a frown as he spoke and Gilbert held back a chuckle.

"Ja, liebling. I am just so surprised you have such an awesome mark on you."

Roderich rolled over a bit to face away from him, blushing madly at his accent and sighed, "I really should have sworn off all beer after I got it…"

Note to awesome self: Roderich + Beer = GREATEST DECISIONS OF ALL TIME!

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A/N: Little lemons make the best lemonade. I have to say the reviews are probably the most ridiculously amazing part of my day (work makes it so hard to update. ARGH!). Anyway, I found an EDITOR! Danke! We will have better grammar soon! –applause insert here-