Disclaimer: All characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya!
A/N: Okays… nothing plot-related here, so if you're not keen on steamy sex between two guys, then leave this page now ;)
Berwald used to think that if time-travel was possible, then he'd go back in time and hit himself for making stupid mistakes in the past. But if time-travel was possible, then he'd go back in time and ask himself why he's kissing a stripper when he has a wife and kid back home. Not that he'd cockblock himself or anything, because that was his crazy Danish brother's job.
But their simple kiss changed when Gilbert nibbled Berwald's bottom lip a little and the Swede sighed, parting his lips and allowing Gilbert to kiss him deeper, tongues touching each other hesitantly. Gilbert didn't seem to want any hesitation, so he parted from Berwald (and hearing him whining in protest much to the German's amusement) and stood up and sat himself on Berwald's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck.
"I forgot to thank you for saving me earlier," the albino whispered, pecking Berwald's cheek and looking into his river-green eyes. "Danke."
Berwald was just enchanted by Gilbert. Everything about him just appealed to him, even if they just met. It was either Gilbert's mischievous and impish nature or his earthy beer-like scent that ignited exciting feelings within him.
Their faces were close again, breaths mingling and hearts racing with unbridled excitement. Berwald didn't realised his hands were resting on Gilbert's bare waist until the albino kissed him again and wrapped his thin arms tighter around Berwald's neck. Berwald caressed Gilbert's hips and up his back as both their lips worked against each other, tasting each other, loving each other.
During their slow making-out session, their towels slid off their waist's leaving their burning arousals free and exposed, grinding against each and leaving their owners hissing into their kiss, feeling raw passion build up in their heated bodies.
"Berwald…" Gilbert groaned shakily as the Swede started biting at his collarbone, leaving red marks to bloom. Their bodies were still moving, grinding, against each other leaving both a panting sweating mess. "M-My room… now…"
Berwald stood up and carried Gilbert to his bedroom (best part of having a small apartment, you're somewhere in a second), throwing him down on the bed and he crawled over the albino, immediately kissing him passionately again.
"Wow you're horny…" Gilbert purred when the Swede left another love bite on his shoulder. Sure enough, Berwald's erection was large. And Gilbert was silently wondering if he could fit…
"I could s'y the same think t' ya," Berwald whispered back huskily into his ear and licked the shell, causing Gilbert to shudder uncontrollably. The other man smiled. "D' you like that?"
"N-No…" Gilbert lied and suddenly cried out when Berwald nipped his ear lobe and licked it. "A-ah… stop! Damn… uh…"
Berwald knows he's going to hell for cheating on Tino, but right now, he doesn't give a damn.
Beneath him, Gilbert was panting from having his ear lobe nipped. 'Score…' Berwald thought with a smirk when he realised it was his erogenous zone and he moved to Gilbert's other ear and gave it the same lustrous treatment; he licked it painfully slowly and moaned when Gilbert cried out from pleasure.
"Stop f*cking teasing me, you arsehole!" he hissed, eyes becoming glassy. Suddenly Gilbert's longs pale fingers reached down and grasped Berwald's throbbing manhood, making the other gasp from the coldness of the albino's hand.
"Fan…" the Swede growled and gritted his teeth together, body shaking.
"You're really big…" Gilbert smirked, squeezing the long organ and Berwald moaned deeply again. The albino moved and suddenly pulled Berwald onto the bed and he climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. "Tell me, has anyone done these naughty things to you…?" he smiled flirtatiously and stroked the throbbing organ again.
Berwald started thinking, though it was pointless doing so now with those skilled hands touching him oh-so-amazingly, and he knows Tino wouldn't tease him like this. He'd just keep Berwald down and do what he pleased, which is usually means f*cking him over and over without lubrication or protection or preparation or love…
But Gilbert was just mind-blowing. His hands caressing over the Swede's body left trails of warmth in their paths as they kneaded and pressed the skin, as though they were massaging him…
Seeing Berwald's confused expression, Gilbert asked. "You were tense. What's up with that? Never has sex before?"
"I did…" He thought of Tino's manic expression before his mind blurred red and he shivered. It was warm in the flat and their bodies were warm from the heavy touching and making-out earlier, but he still shivered.
Gilbert stopped his hands' movements and looked in Berwald's eyes darkly.
"It was rape, wasn't it?"
Berwald turned his head away and sat up, but the albino didn't move. Deep down, he was amazed that someone would make that assumption immediately.
Gilbert's hands went around Berwald's back, but his attention snapped and he suddenly said 'No', but Gilbert frowned and growled.
"Don't pretend I don't know you have all those scars on your back," he hissed, fingers curling into a fist over the lower part of the Swede's back, where the words 'MINE' were carved at in small legible letters. He was going to say something else, but he sighed. "Don't talk about it if we're going to have sex. It kills the mood."
"Thank you…"
Gilbert sniggered a little. "Stripper policy number 7: never ask about the scars."
Berwald smirked and raised an eyebrow. "How much then?"
"Tonight – free of charge," Gilbert said before kissing him again and his fingers ghosted between the Swede's legs.
The sensations were ticklish, but Berwald knew he was going to be bottomed when he felt the tips of Gilbert's finger probe his entrance and he held back gasps, but then he felt Gilbert's other hand stroke his face and his eyes opened to see the albino's cheeky smirk.
"I'll make this one of the best nights in your life… Berwald…" he mumbled against Berwald's lips.
'Correction – the BEST night of my life,' the Swede thought, but didn't say that out loud.
Gilbert got off the taller male and pushed another finger into Berwald's entrance, smiling at every gasp the Swede gave out.
"Hey, relax, big guy," he winked and added the third and final finger. Berwald wasn't as tight as he thought… maybe he's got a boyfriend he's tired of and wanted some excitement with someone else for one night? Oh, Gilbert WILL give him some excitement alright…
"Hold on," Gilbert smirked and got off the bed and reached in one of the bedside cabinet drawers. Berwald was panting for air at this rate, watching Gilbert and wondering what he's doing. The albino turned and grabbed Berwald's hands, clicking something metallic around his wrists and around the head of the bed.
'Fan…' Instead of worrying, Berwald became more excited, though his face doesn't show it. He glanced at his handcuffed hands and then at Gilbert, who had an extremely playful smirk on his face as he crawled on top of Berwald like a slinky cat and his fingers traced patterns on his chest.
"You're really well-built… do you always work-out?" he asked, smiling. He traced the shape of a heart with a pale finger.
"N-no… I'm always like th's…" Berwald gulped at the albino's sexiness.
"Wow… not just here, but down there too…" Gilbert smirked.
If Berwald had lacked self-control, he'd come at the tone of the German's voice.
Gilbert laid kisses on Berwald's chest and he stopped at Berwald's left nipple, circling his dainty tongue on the hardening nub.
By now, Gilbert learned a lot of Swedish swears just by listening to the man below him, who is now nothing more than a panting, moaning mess. He glanced at Berwald's eyes and his heart leaped. They looked so amazing. His eyes reminded him of greenish-grey stones in a river.
"I'm going to put my 5 meters in… do you really want this?" Gilbert had no idea why he asked the Swede that. But after feeling those numerous scars, he just felt like he had to ask…
"Ja! J-Just go inside me already… please…" Berwald begged, handcuffs rattling from him struggling so much. He was enjoying this so much he didn't even question Gilbert's nickname for his penis.
At that, Gilbert reached over to the cupboard and pulled out a condom from the drawer. Upon seeing Berwalds' confused expression, he sighed. "My job does carry some health risks, I always use protection. It's the boss's top policy for the club."
'So much for Tino's assumption about strippers 'doing nothing but pass around STDs!'' Berwald thought victoriously.
And then Gilbert positioned his so-called '5 meters' at Berwald's stretched entrance after resting Berwald's legs at his waist. With a hesitant nod from the Swede, Gilbert pushed himself all the way in, listening to Berwald's pained gasps and the handcuffs rattle violently around his moving wrists.
'T-Too tight…' Gilbert thought with a grimace and he leaned over to kiss Berwald's cheek. "R-Relax. Big guy…"
But Berwald was still tense, hearing Tino's harsh voice telling him to shut up and not say a word…
Gilbert lifted a hand and made Berwald face him him. "Open your eyes; I need to know I'm not hurting you…"
Berwald opened his eyes and gazed at those glassy crimson eyes, feeling relieved. His body relaxed a little and Gilbert sighed, feeling Berwald's walls relax around his own arousal.
"That's more like it…" Gilbert pulled out and thrust against Berwald, making him cry out. He didn't sound pained, but it wasn't completely pleasurable… yet.
Gilbert latched his lips on Berwald's collarbone and sucked when he thrust his hips again, getting a deep moan this time. It was music to Gilbert's ears. He knew he hit Berwald's sweet spot after the next thrust made the Swede cry out loudly.
As the German continued with those wonderful thrusts, Berwald's mind spun. Sex with this man is nothing like sex with Tino. Sex with Tino was terrifyingly painful and scarring that gave him a nervous stomach, but sex with Gilbert was lustrous and golden and mind-blowingly pleasurable... It made Berwald feel as if he's gaining strength.
"Don't stop…" Berwald gasped out.
"I'm close…" Gilbert whispered.
"Ngh! M-Me too…"
Now they both humped against each other frantically as their lips met again for another passionate kiss. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and sex and broken gasps and groans and pleading. Berwald was sure he's going to walk awkwardly the next day since he was so willing to be taken tonight by this beauty…
The heat in the pits of their stomachs grew like tense metal rods the longer Gilbert pounded against Berwald's prostrate. Instead of shutting his eyes tightly like normal during sex, Berwald kept his eyes open to gaze at Gilbert, who also gazed back, face screwed a little as he neared his climax.
Gilbert's sneaky hand quivered as it reached down and gripped Berwald's straining arousal, stroking it oh-so-teasingly slow, driving the other male insane and he came over their stomachs. A second after that, Gilbert also came with a deep sigh and pulled out of the taller male's entrance and got a small key off the cupboard, unlocking the handcuffs around Berwald's wrists and freeing them.
"So how did you feel about that, Berwald?" Gilbert grinned as he lay down next to him. He pulled off the used condom and threw it across the room and expertly landed in the waste bin.
"Fan…" Berwald's mind was spinning from all the pleasure, but his vision cleared a little, though it was a little blurred without his glasses. "That… w's amazin'…"
Gilbert grinned again. "So you're gonna stay for the night?" His smile dropped. "Or are you going back to your loving wife and have the worst sex ever for the rest of your life?"
The thought of meeting Tino the next day after not returning home terrified Berwald deep down in his conscience. The feelings of pleasure melted away and are replaced with fear.
"I g't t' get hom'…" Berwald mumbled, sitting up only to fall back on the bed and grunting.
Gilbert kissed his cheek. "Poor you~ Was I too rough?"
Too rough? Compared to Tino, Gilbert was as gentle as a feather.
"I-I need t' call Tino… an' tell 'im I'll be home soon…" he said, but his mind spun again from being tired. Gilbert frowned and sighed.
"Okay, but it's almost 2 in the morning… he'd be asleep, wouldn't he?"
'No, you are very wrong,' Berwald though, closing his eyes as he relaxed on the bed. 'He'll be sitting on the sofa, holding a knife and some ropes to…'
He felt a pair of pale slender arms wrap around his torso, hugging him close.
"Just stay for the night… I'm sure things will work out. And even if they don't, I hope we'll be friends…"
Berwald closed his eyes, letting Gilbert's words and scent calm him down before he fell asleep peacefully.
A/N: Wow… I made Sweden so… so… OOC! 8D AND I FINALLY WROTE A SEX SCENE WHERE SWEDEN IS TOPPED! 8D *victory jig*
But damn, I just HAD to mention Tino! And I said this wasn't going to be a plot-relevant chapter… *pouts*