When Fear Turns to Pleasure
The incident had begun like any other; the result was anything but typical.
The sound of thunder and lightning rattled Spain's home, leaving Romano quivering under his bed with his hands over his ears and face pressed into the rug adorning the mahogany wooden floors. Tears flooded his eyes, staining his cheeks as he cursed his stupidity. He was an adult, damn it, an independent nation that could stand on his own two feet and yet, here he was, snivelling like a baby under his bed just like he used to when he was Spain's colony.
BOOM!
Lightning lit up the room a blinding white before plunging into darkness.
Romano slid out from under the bed and ran from the room, running blindly until he reached Spain's room down the dark cold corridor. He was about to barge in like he always did when he was scared when he heard a moan coming from behind the door. He paused, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Lo stupido Bastardo di pomodoro è malato?" he muttered to himself before peering in through the crack in the door.
Romano's eyes widened in shock. Bright red stained his cheeks at the sight that met him. No. Definitely not sick.
In the middle of Spain's bedroom stood Gilbert and Spain. Spain had his mouth fastened to Gilbert's neck, an arm wrapped tightly around Gilbert's waist. The sound that ripped from Gilbert's throat was almost feral.
Romano found himself frozen, like a deer in the headlights. He knew he should go back to his room, that he shouldn't be watching, but he could hear as Spain sucked at the tender skin beneath his lips. He watched with interest as a tanned hand slipped under Gilbert's black t-shirt, exposing ethereal pale skin.
"Antonio," Gilbert gasped, his eyes fluttering and mouth falling open as Spain pressed their hips together. He leaned more into Spain's touch, obviously loving what was being done to him. His hands twisted into the fabric of Spain's shirt as tan hands slid down over the curve of Gilbert's ass and pulled them closer together. Gilbert had leaned his head back, letting out a moan which ended in a sharp gasp when Spain licked up his neck and nibbled along the line of his jaw.
Romano swallowed heavily and leaned against the door jamb to get a better look. He just couldn't look away. When they kissed it was hungry and needy and encouraged their bodies to rut together with an urgency that Romano couldn't remember ever feeling himself. He felt a flare of jealousy rise in him as he watched Gilbert tangle his hand in Spain's hair as his other hand explored Spain's abs, feeling a strong pull of need in his stomach.
Romano shivered, Spain's deep moan running through his own body. He watched, thoroughly enchanted, as Spain ran his hands down Gilbert's sides, dragged them over his ass and tightened over the back of Gilbert's thighs. Gilbert wrapped both arms around Spain's neck, quickly sliding his legs around his waist as Spain lifted him into his arms.
Romano had to shift, to keep from being seen when Spain pressed Gilbert against the wall by the door. He watched, holding his breath as they ground their cocks together, Gilbert visibly shivering when Spain rolled his hips, tangled a hand in Gilbert's hair and pulled Gilbert's lips down to his.
Spain nipped Gilbert's bottom lip, humming appreciatively when Gilbert opened his mouth to welcome in his tongue. He plundered Gilbert's mouth, gasping when Gilbert scratched up his back, seemingly catching him off guard.
Spain pulled his mouth away and pressed his lips to Gilbert's clavicle, biting sharply into it. Romano swallowed at the dark smile Spain pressed against the pale skin when Gilbert's long legs around his waist squeezed tightly.
BOOM!
The room flashed white, but neither Spain nor Gilbert seemed to notice, too lost in their pleasure as they were.
What did catch their attention, however, was the loud slamming of the bedroom door and a bolting black-figure dashing at them.
Romano latched onto Spain, hiding his face in his shoulder blades. He shivered violently as light flooded the room before plunging them into darkness once again. He sobbed, tears falling down his cheeks.
"Romano! ¿Estás bien?" Spain asked frantically, turning around in Romano's arms and pulling him tightly to him. He was careful to angle his hips away from Romano so his erection wouldn't press against him. "There's no need to cry, mi pequeño tomate."
"Italy, are you okay?" Gilbert asked. He quickly righted his clothes and reached over to rub Romano's back.
BOOM!
Gilbert pressed a kiss to the top of the Italian's head, hushing him as he whimpered and shivered violently at the unwelcomed noise.
"Antonio, let's bring him to the bed. He's shaking." Gilbert sat and pushed himself back against the headboard before opening his arms. "Come on, Italy. Just like when you were little, ja?"
Spain lifted Romano in his arms and walked him over to the bed, placing him into Gilbert's lap and settling down beside them. Romano leaned his forehead against Gilbert's cheek, his socked feet brushing against Spain's thigh.
"You still have astraphobia?" Gilbert asked after a few minutes of silence. He drew invisible designs on the Italian's back with his fingers. He sighed and leaned his head back against the headboard so that he could look at Spain and Romano's face.
"Shut up, Idiot Albino Potato," Romano muttered, snuggling deeper into Gilbert's arms. He brushed his nose against Gilbert's throat and breathed in deeply, taking in the intoxicating mixture of Spain and Gilbert's scents that lay there.
"I'm just asking—" Gilbert said playfully, cutting himself off at Romano's glare. As fun as it was to tease Romano, he didn't need a bullet in the gut.
Romano sighed, shifting to get more comfortable in Gilbert's lap. The three of them froze when Gilbert moaned low in his ear, the Italian having rubbed against his erection. Under the guise of getting comfortable, Romano moved again, rolling his hips and pressing his ass firmly against Gilbert's cock.
He shivered, heat bubbling in his stomach when Gilbert moaned again and hid his face in Romano's neck, letting out a shaky breath. Gilbert grabbed Romano's hips and pushed against them firmly to stop any movement. "Italy, halt."
"Or what, Bastard?" Romano did stop, however, and looked up smugly, enjoying the look of arousal that stained Gilbert's face.
"I can't promise I'll have the self-control to stop myself from taking you," Gilbert whispered hotly in his ear.
Romano blushed a deep red and turned his head. He met Spain's eyes, sucking in a breath at the pure lust that shined back at him. He looked predatory, the look causing a shiver to run down Romano's spine.
Gilbert shifted, and Romano slid off his lap and onto the bed. He gasped, falling onto his back as Gilbert moved to his knees and leaned down to press his lips against the Italian's neck. Spain shifted to lay beside Romano and pressed a kiss to his forehead, his long tan fingers running down Romano's body and lightly squeezing his thigh.
Romano sucked in a breath as Gilbert's face was suddenly over his, his red eyes sparkling mischievously. "Close your eyes," he commanded.
For a moment, Romano was too transfixed by the intense red staring him down to follow the order, but slowly, he allowed them to flutter shut.
There was a soft touch of lips on his own at first, hesitant but sweet. He could feel Gilbert's calloused hand cupping his cheek, tilting his head back as his tongue swept over his bottom lip. Romano opened his mouth, moaning softly when their tongues met for the first time.
Gilbert explored Romano's mouth thoroughly. Licking, nibbling and sucking gently until Romano thought he would go insane.
He was so distracted. He hadn't realised what Spain was doing until he swallowed his cock. Romano cried out Spain's name into Gilbert's mouth, causing the Prussian to pause his ministrations.
Gilbert paused his exploration of Romano's lips to watch appreciatively as Spain licked and sucked at Romano's cock. He turned back and kissed Romano again, deep and slow, until he felt Romano gasping for air. He pulled away, only stopping when Romano pulled on his hair to get his attention. "Don't stop," he demanded, and Gilbert leaned in again, treating him to another passion-filled kiss that would leave him breathless.
When Gilbert pulled away, Romano was about to repeat his demand, but a slick finger began to circle his entrance, dazing him. "Mmmph," he groaned.
Gilbert leaned back to observe Spain for a moment before turning around and looking at Romano's open mouth thoughtfully. He reached forward, caressing Romano's cheek before pushing two fingers into Romano's wanting mouth.
"Suck," he commanded. Romano's lips closed tightly around his fingers. Gilbert groaned, unable to take his eyes off the gorgeous lips wrapped around his fingers as he imagined how good those lips would feel wrapped around his throbbing cock.
Gilbert pushed Romano's shirt up to his chest and leaned down. He rubbed his nose against a nipple before roving his tongue around it and sucking it into his mouth. He moaned as the bud hardened against his suckling lips. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from Romano's mouth and trailed the wet tips across Romano's chest. He took Romano's other nipple between the wet digits— rubbing, pinching and squeezing until it lay hard against his hand.
"Fuck me," Romano said wantonly, a hand pulling at the strands on Gilbert's head while the other twisted in the comforter beneath him.
The bed moves, Gilbert realises that Spain had obeyed him.
Gilbert pulls away from Romano, sitting back on his knees to watch him get fucked by Spain. Spain slid smoothly against Romano's body, and Romano pushed his hips up against every thrust.
"Él ya está tan apretado," Spain whispered to Gilbert before leaning over and meeting him in a scorching kiss. "Imagine how tight he would be if he had both of us in him."
Gilbert's pants felt even tighter, and his hands scrambled to push his sweatpants off. By the time he had his clothes off, Spain had Romano's long legs over his shoulders and slowly rocked into him. Both were sweaty and curving into each other. Every other word from Romano's mouth was either Spain's name or fuck.
Gilbert wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing before slowly stroking himself as he watched the scene in front of him.
Spain leisurely rolled onto his side and pulled Romano with him so that Romano's back was to Gilbert. Romano hid his face in Spain's chest. "Make sure you lube up your fingers first," Spain reminded Gilbert, making the blond scoff. "Romano, esto se va a sentir tan bien." He whispered into Romano's ear as he ran a comforting hand down the Italian's back.
Romano gasped against Spain's chest, "Non vedo l'ora, per favore, Gilbert." he begged.
Gilbert looked around, spotting a clumsily closed jar of lube at the edge of the bed. Spain had obviously not been too careful when he used it earlier. He grabbed it before settling himself comfortably behind Romano.
He slicked up his fingers, watching as Spain slid in and out of Romano's body. Slowly he reached forward, stopping until he caught Spain's nod to move forward. Spain stopped all the way inside of Romano and began to rock in tiny movements, muttering softly to Romano and pressing gentle kisses to his face as Gilbert pushed the first finger inside.
Romano gasped, pushing back against the intruding finger. "¿Te gusta eso?" Spain asked, chuckling darkly into Romano's ear.
"Di più," was Romano's only reply.
Spain gave a triumphant smile and shook his head, "And he says he doesn't understand Espanol."
"Too bad you need him half-blitzed out of his mind to admit it, ja?" Gilbert snarked as he crooked his finger and rubbed along Spain's cock, making the man groan deeply. Gilbert savoured the feel of Romano's heat around him, and Spain's twitching cock pressed against his finger. Then, slowly, he pushed in a second finger, fucking into Romano for a minute, watching in amazement as he watched Romano's reactions.
The Italian was half crying and half moaning. His delicate hands gripped tightly onto Spain's shoulders as he shuddered against the thickness inside him. "Ti voglio dentro di me," Romano cried, rocking his head back and reaching a hand out towards Gilbert. Gilbert might not have understood Italian, but he understood precisely what Romano wanted at that moment. Gently, he slid his fingers out of Romano and reached down to grab the jar beside him, lubing up his cock as he watched while Spain leant forward to lick away a tear rolling down Romano's cheek. "Intenso?"
"Molto — oh fuck," Romano swore, back arching as Gilbert pushed the head of his cock into his entrance. Gilbert froze, holding his breath as he made sure he hadn't hurt him. Romano turned and looked him straight in the eye and demanded, "Fuck me." Gilbert groaned.
Slowly he began to push inside, whiting out almost immediately—
— when he came back to full awareness, he was thankful he hadn't come.
Romano felt impossibly soft and tight inside, and Gilbert's cock had never felt anything like it before. The side of his cock was pressed against something firm and smooth— Spain's cock, his brain had helpfully supplied. Gilbert held still, breathing hard and trying to gain his bearings.
"Per favore," Romano mewled. Er ist so heiß. Gilbert thought to himself before he rocked inside and slowly pulled out partway. Moving wasn't easy, but Gilbert needed friction more than air. Romano was gasping and writhing in his arms, his walls clenched tightly around both cocks, squeezing them together.
"Sì," Romano moaned as his head fell back in ecstasy onto Gilbert's shoulder.
Spain grabbed Gilbert by the back of the head and pulled him in for a long kiss. Gilbert gripped Romano's hips and began to thrust, nearly going crazy from the sensation of Spain kissing him and Romano around him. Romano hid his face in Spain's chest and moaned, his hand coming to grip tightly at Spain's hip as if letting go meant that he would float away.
"Romano, talk to me," Gilbert pulled away from Spain and groaned hotly in his ear.
"So good," Romano panted. "Sono così pieno."
"Are you good, Gilbert?" Spain asked, placing his hand on top of Gilbert's to gather his attention.
"Yeah," Gilbert moaned. He twisted and angled himself differently, and the next time he thrust into Romano's tight heat, he cried out. Spain had taken that exact moment to lean around him and press at Gilbert's hole. "Antonio, Scheiße! ... halte nicht an."
Gilbert had not wanted to lose the feeling of Spain touching him, so he began to fuck Romano with quick, short jabs— which Spain slowly started to match.
"You feel me inside you, Romano?" Spain whispered filthily in his ear. "I'm there, and Gilbert's rubbing against me, and you are so tight around us…."
"Non fermarti," Romano begged.
"We won't stop, will we, Spain?" Gilbert growled, pressing his nose into Romano's hair. "Take it all, Romano. You are so gorgeous like this, so open for us. We are going to make you come so hard."
Romano screamed something unintelligible and came as he clenched around the two cocks inside him. Spain and Gilbert didn't stop moving inside him, and Romano whined when he realised he was trapped between them for as long as they chose. Both were angled so that one of them was always filling him with every thrust. His orgasm kept going as he collapsed between them, keening desperately.
Gilbert couldn't stop thrusting. Every bit of his mind was focused on just how amazing Romano felt around him.
"Mierda, Gilbert," Spain groaned. He could feel Gilbert stroking him with every thrust, driving hard inside Romano.
"Müssen …" Gilbert muttered harshly. He was close, so close— then Spain had pulled out, leaving Romano far more open than before. He cursed and pulled Romano closer as Spain moved away.
Gilbert shoved Romano to the side, forcing him facedown as he fucked him mercilessly, the need to come desperate.
Romano moaned into his pillow, and Spain watched contently as Gilbert fucked him into the mattress. Romano tried to buck up, but Gilbert just shoved him back down and grabbed his hands, holding them together behind his back. Romano's response was a loud wail.
"He's getting hard again for you," Spain told Gilbert, his green eyes flashing with interest as he slowly stroked himself, enjoying the view of the two beautiful men in front of him. "Gilbert, fuck him hard… just like that, no mercy. Romano loves being held down and made to do anything you want, don't you, mi tomate?"
Gilbert watched as his cock disappeared into the tiny fluttering hole. He badly wanted to come— but somehow, he couldn't reach that point. It was just out of his reach, dammit!
He barely registered a hand running down his back and the smell of coconuts. Gilbert mewled helplessly when Spain pushed a finger inside of him. He couldn't stop rocking forward, but every so often, Gilbert pushed back against Spain's finger.
Gilbert bit into Romano's shoulder, a hand pressing tightly against the Italian's abdomen to keep him still so that he could enjoy keeping his cock inside the male under him while Spain teased his ass. Suddenly. Spain removed his fingers, pulled Gilbert back and out of Romano. Gilbert wailed in displeasure.
"Turn over, Romano," Spain commanded. Romano scrambled to comply, leaning back and spreading his legs. Spain shoved Gilbert down, and Romano let out a high-pitched moan as Gilbert thrust back into him with one smooth stroke. Spain pushed Gilbert further, having him fall against Romano's tight body— his hands landing on either side of the Italian's head to keep him from falling on Romano. Gilbert barely had the strength to do anything but hold still as he felt the tip of Spain's cock catch against him.
"Quieres mi polla, Gilbert?" Spain asked, his voice low as the blunt head of Spain's slick cock pushed into him, causing the blond to collapse fully onto Romano.
He was full of cock, and his dick was encased in a glorious tightness— just as Gilbert doesn't think it could get better— it did.
Romano wrapped his long legs beyond Gilbert's waist and secured them tightly around Spain's. Spain laid on Gilbert's back, causing him to be trapped between them.
Spain pulled out slowly, and Gilbert drew a shaky breath— then he thrust fully into Gilbert's tight, hot body.
Gilbert cried out, his body lurching forward and pushing deep into Romano. He's fully impaled inside of Romano's hot heat, and Spain is wrapping his arms around his chest before he begins driving in with a fury. Gilbert is essentially pinned and getting fucked so hard that he's screwing Romano with no effort.
"Shit!" he growls. Romano moaned and kissed him hard. Gilbert could feel Romano's hard cock pressed against his belly, it was burning hot and leaking between them, and he weakly reached down to grab it—
Romano came again, crying out just as Spain leant around Gilbert and pulled him into a harsh kiss.
Spain doesn't stop moving for a second, and Gilbert can't either. Romano stares up at him, panting— he's come twice now, and every thrust inside of him hurts more than it feels good, but Gilbert is gorgeous and so needy, and Romano just wants him to come, so he squeezes his muscles tight around Gilbert's cock.
Spain shifts— and his new angle strikes Gilbert's prostate harder than before.
"Romano, Antonio," Gilbert gasps, and with a violent shudder, comes inside Romano, his back arching up. Spain simply seizes him and fucks him roughly until he comes deep in Gilbert.
Dazed, Gilbert slowly comes back to himself a few minutes later. He is still curled up on top of Romano, who was pressing tender kisses against his hair. Spain had withdrawn from him and was lying on his side beside them. Gilbert sighed and relaxed against Romano's chest.
"If you don't pull out soon," Romano warns him. "I am going to want to ride you."
"I don't know if I can move," Gilbert murmured against his skin. His muscles weren't working yet, and he half wondered if perhaps his bones had melted.
Romano laughed and carefully rolled Gilbert onto his back. He ends up straddling him, clenching his ass slowly around Gilbert's cock. Gilbert's only reply is a groan as Romano slowly rose off him to sit next to Spain. He winced with the movement and touched his ass with one hand. "Oh, that is going to hurt tomorrow," he muttered to himself.
He threw himself down, allowing Spain to pull him into his arms. He reached over and pulled against Gilbert until the man rolled and snuggled into him. He knew they had to clean up, but for now, all he wanted to do was rest.
AN: I hope you enjoyed this! Let me know what you thought of it (or if I screwed up translations).
Have a great day!
There is Tea in the Sea
(Admittedly Horrible Translations)
Lo stupido Bastardo di pomodoro è malato? — Is the stupid Tomato Bastard sick?
Esta Bien? - Are you okay?
Él ya está tan apretado - he is already so tight.
Romano, esto se va a sentir tan bien. - Romano, this is going to feel so good.
Non vedo l'ora, per favore, Gilbert. - Can't wait, please, Gilbert.
¿Te gusta eso? - You like that?
Di più - More
Ti voglio dentro di me - I want you inside me
Intenso? - Intense
Molto - very
Per favore - Please
Er ist so heiß - He is so hot
Sono così pieno - I'm so full
Antonio, Scheiße! ... halte nicht an. — Antonio, shit! ... don't stop.
Non fermarti - Don't stop
Mierda - Shit
Müssen – Need to
Quieres mi polla, Gilbert? - Do you want my dick, Gilbert?
