*Attention: This fic has now been commandeered into multiple one-shots involving different uniforms. You're welcome.
Königstiger
A/N: Aaand now… four years later… R-rated sequels! Damn straight I fished this out of my depraved mind. Enjoy. All thanks to you sick fangirls.
He could feel the steel cerulean orbs flickering towards his form yet again, and it was all Gilbert could do to resist twisting his facial features into a maniacally smug grin. It would have been highly inappropriate given the current situation and the audience.
A pair of familiar crimson eyes stared back at him through the mirror. Gilbert traced his image reflected back at him, following the expanse of pale skin that defined his naked torso and upwards to his sly face. He noted with a firm satisfaction that his hair was still as light as ever, silvery strands catching in the morning sunshine streaming through the window, creating a healthy glow. Almost like a halo, he thought ironically. With a snicker, he set to work.
The room was spartan, though a little stuffy. The only source of light was a low-hanging ceiling lamp. Maps of varying sizes and locations decorated the walls and littered the tables. They mostly featured Europe and northern Africa, adorned with numerous colored lines denoting fronts and troop movement down to precise detail. At the center of the room, poring over the maps intently, gathered a group of generals. Waiting patiently near the door was Ludwig, stone-faced and at attention per usual. Beside him stood Gilbert, almost twitching with anticipation.
A freshly laundered undershirt was first on the list. Gilbert inhaled contentedly as he pulled it down over his head, still smelling of clean soap. Next was the grey button up shirt, recently pressed and ironed. He was practically splitting his face open with a gleeful grin as he did up each button, images of his brother's face swimming inside his mind. He then swiftly stepped into the black pair of pants, bending down to pull on a new pair of boots and deftly lacing them.
The generals debated earnestly among themselves, frequently tapping at certain locations on the map and gesturing impatiently at the military plans. It had been a few hours since both Germany and Prussia were summoned to the meeting room for new orders – the private at the telegraph machine outside was starting to nod off at his desk – but the tense atmosphere of the room was a stern alert that something of utmost importance was going on.
Ludwig's eyes, for the most part, were trained on the map in the center. A small crinkle of his brows was the only insight into his thoughts, though whether it was about the current operation plans or his rather distracting older brother, Gilbert had a good guess. The Prussian could freely admit that he admired his younger brother's resolve and discipline, his ability to stand at attention for inhumanely long stretches of time, and his strict habits that dominated his militaristic lifestyle. After all, half of those habits were ingrained and passed down by himself. But even water could wear away a boulder given enough time and perseverance, and Gilbert prided himself on knowing his brother the best. And it wasn't as if he was lacking in the perseverance department either.
With a practiced hand, he donned the black tie, adjusting the knot so that it fit straight and snug between the collars. The tie was an important component, and Gilbert was having nothing short of perfection. Finally, he reached for the black jacket. He shrugged it on, barely containing his mounting excitement. The wool double-breasted jacket fit him almost too well, and he blessed the tailor, quickly smoothing down the piece free of wrinkles. The insignias and pins were already attached as befitting his rank in the Panzer division, polished until practically gleaming. A wide leather belt was looped around the waist of the jacket, outlining his masculine form further. As a server would top off the perfect sundae with a cherry, so Gilbert topped off the complete ensemble with a black beret nestled atop his head. He gave one last glance at his reflection in the mirror, noting how exquisitely fine his Iron Cross looked against the black of the tie, and finally satisfied, exited the washroom.
"This operation to invade Russia can only last no more than a few months." Ludwig suddenly murmured under his breath, his grip on his black military hat tightened into a fist.
"It'd better." Gilbert snorted in agreement. "Or else General Winter will slaughter us like sheep."
Ludwig went silent, resisting the urge to re-adjust his collar.
At the table, a general jabbed at the military plans with an air of finality. The tense atmosphere seemed to disperse a little, indicating a general consensus had been reached. There were no more objections or further considerations announced, and the generals all looked visibly more relaxed. After a moment, the same general nodded at Germany's general direction, his eyes flinty as he finally announced, "Your orders are clear."
There was no mistaking the dismissal. Without hesitation, Ludwig straightened his back even further, clicked his heels together, and promptly exited the room with Gilbert at his heels.
Outside, the private jolted awake at the sudden exit, hastily wiping the drool from his mouth and pretending to look busy. Ludwig paid him no attention as he briskly strode down the corridor, tugging on his cap. In his haste, he almost bumped into a secretary exiting one of the other rooms, before his stony face sent her scurrying away in the opposite direction.
Gilbert snickered, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a pair of black gloves, having no trouble keeping up with the blonde. With an almost innocent air, he pulled them over his pale hands, slowly and carefully.
They had almost reached the building's exit before Ludwig suddenly rounded upon his brother, stopping in his tracks and turning his head to glare pointedly at the Prussian's hands. "Are you serious?" One blonde eyebrow was already twitching uncontrollably, and Gilbert noted with glee at the effort the younger male exerted to control his breathing.
The silver-haired man didn't immediately respond, but instead reached over to adjust Ludwig's collar. He allowed his hands to linger against the collar as his maniac grin came back with a vengeance. "Human delectability is an art, West."
As his hands retreated, he allowed himself a thorough appreciative once-over of the blonde, seizing the chance once out of sight and earshot of the generals. For once, Ludwig's impeccably slicked-back hairstyle complimented his attire, instead of giving him a strict look. Any previous complaints about his cute younger brother growing up to be a total beefcake flew out the window in the face of those broad shoulders beneath the black of the SS uniform, which had been meticulously ironed the day before. All the silver insignias, down to the belt buckle, were polished until gleaming in the electrical lights overhead. Gilbert had no doubts as to whether the younger stayed up polishing his boots either. He was willing to bet they'd squeak if rubbed together. Every detail was perfect: the crossbelt, the sharp contrasting red armband, and the matching Iron Cross of course. All of it topped off with a pair of piercing baby blues.
Human delectability indeed.
A pink flush stole over Ludwig's features as his older brother made no move to disguise the prolonged leer. Mischief danced within those red eyes, growing darker with lust as a moist tongue flicked out to trail sensually over the top lip. The Prussian was absolutely desirable, and he knew it.
Without warning, Ludwig snatched the elder's hand with his own gloved one and proceeded to haul them both out the door of the building. His grip was firm and unrelenting, and an almost frighteningly determinate expression settled upon his face. The doors banged closed behind them, but the sound was barely registered above Gilbert's eruption into victorious cackles.
The open field where a row of tanks were parked wasn't far from the main military base building. It was off to the side, slightly secluded, but with plenty of open space available to mobilize. The view was impressive, dozens of Germany's finest Panzers and Tigers lined up to serve as a reminder of the full war effort. Usually, there would be more soldiers milling about the base, but the broiling storm clouds off to the horizon had most everyone hurrying back inside the buildings. Spring was in full swing, and rainy days were to be expected.
But Gilbert had no time to dwell upon the weather as his back was roughly shoved onto the front plate of the last tank in the line, directly below the main gun. His heartbeat increased when Ludwig planted both hands beside his face and bore down upon him with all the might of an intense stare.
Oh yes. He was going to get it.
"Is this why you suddenly requested the transfer to the Panzer division?" The blonde asked none too gently, gloved hands beginning to slide down lower and lower.
Gilbert only smirked. "Not entirely. I get to see action in Russia, but if it gets you inside my pants sooner, the only person I can blame is my genius self." With that, he swiftly tugged on the taller male's collar with both hands, effectively smashing their mouths together.
The kiss was hard and unforgiving, mostly teeth and invading tongues. They only broke apart when the need to breathe couldn't be ignored any longer, both panting from the initial fervor. The tingling soreness in his lips only served to excite Gilbert further, and he tilted his head back to rest against the cool metal of the tank, allowing Ludwig full access to work on his belt.
Oh yes. He was definitely getting it. And damn if he wasn't going to fully enjoy the fruits of his labor on seducing his brother in military uniform. Classic.
"I always knew you had a uniform fetish…" Ludwig muttered huskily, tugging down the Prussian's black trousers to mid-thigh, exposing milky white skin.
Gilbert was focusing on the stubborn zipper of the younger's pants, the other hand pulling at any pant fabric he touched. "Now that…" He panted between ragged breaths, "… is a perfect example of the pot calling the kettle black."
Ludwig's retort was to lick a wet trail up his brother's neck, firmly sucking on the juncture between neck and jaw. This elicited a strangled gasp from the silver-haired elder, who had finally succeeded in pulling down the blonde's pants.
Pulling back, Ludwig propped his left hand by his brother's head, using his teeth to pull free the glove off his right hand. All the while, his sultry blue eyes kept the Prussian's own red ones pinned.
Damn. If that ain't the hottest shit I've seen in awhile. Gilbert stared back glassy-eyed, palming his younger brother's erection in appreciation. Sure beats Unterscharführer Eberhardt's porn mag stashed under his mattress that he thinks no one knows about.
Tossing the glove aside, Ludwig wasted no time in slicking up his fingers with saliva, sticking the digits between his lips and liberally coating it. He relished in the breathy moan his brother gave when the wet finger penetrated inside him shortly after. The blonde didn't bother to rush in the preparation, taking his time in stretching the older man out. He knew his uniform gave him an even more domineering image than usual, all in its contrasting inky black, silver, and ruby red glory. So he let his brother drink in the sight until he had his fill.
After all, it wasn't everyday he got the chance to fuck his older brother's brains out against a Panzer.
"My God, Ludwig! If you don't hurry the fuck up, it's gonna rain on us and I refuse to leave until I finish!" As extra emphasis, Gilbert bucked his hips up eagerly, effectively rubbing together their leaking erections and causing Ludwig to falter in his preparations.
Complying with the elder's demands, the blonde retracted his fingers. He grabbed Gilbert's legs behind the knees, hoisting them up until it locked around his waist. The angle the position created opened the man beneath him up even more, and he found himself lining up his cock and slowly pushing in.
Gilbert threw his hands up, looping it around the blonde's shoulders and fisting the jacket there in a tight grip. The motion drew their faces together only inches apart, and he closed his red eyes as inch by inch he was penetrated. There was an initial twinge of discomfort, a strange invasive feeling, and then all was still as Ludwig allowed him time to adjust.
He opened his eyes again, basking in the warmth radiating off his younger brother's face. Shallow puffs of breath blew against his still swollen lips, and he couldn't resist closing the gap to kiss Ludwig again. This time the kiss was less forceful, instead a slow passionate dance of their tongues as Gilbert tried to map out his brother's palate as much as possible. The slickness of their lips sent sharp rushes of pleasure down to his groin.
He uttered another moan when Ludwig began thrusting, and he broke the kiss as his head fell back, fully exposing his pale throat. His breathing increased to gasping pants when the blonde sped up, driving relentlessly in and out. The friction was absolutely incredible, and he let the pleasure course through his veins, dimly noting the clunking sounds his shoulders made as it rubbed against the steel behind him.
Heavens, this was turning out to be one of the best sexual experiences he's ever had, and he wasn't even close to climaxing yet.
The blonde hairs near Ludwig's temple were slowing growing damp with sweat, a small bead of liquid already gathering near the ends. Gilbert traced the bead as it trickled down the blonde's jawline, down his neck, and finally disappeared on the collar. Somehow, the tie had gone askew and the rare disheveled sight of his younger brother only added to drive him wild. He arched his back when he felt the angle change a bit, sucking in his brother's dick even further inside himself. He could feel his own heat rising beneath his uniform.
His moans only increased in volume when Ludwig reached in between them, planting a firm grip on his exposed cock and begin to jerk it up and down. He watched in satisfaction as Gilbert's eyes widened when he realized he was using his gloved hand to boot. He was going to finish alright; Ludwig would make sure of it.
That's just unfair! Gilbert had only a moment to come up with a coherent thought before everything flew from his mind as his body was assaulted with pleasure. Each jerk brought him closer to the edge and he knew he couldn't take this for much longer.
Ludwig wasn't faring much better above, face in fierce concentration and failing miserably at not oogling up and down his brother's torso. The elder's cavern was ridiculously hot and if he kept up the dirty moaning next to his ear he feared he would not last as long as expected.
Gilbert's grip was near bruising against Ludwig's shoulders when he finally felt himself tumbling over the edge with a hoarse yell. His squeezed his eyes shut, white exploding behind his eyelids, and body tensing like a strung bowstring. For a blissful moment, everything dimmed to the background and all he could hear was the sound of blood rushing inside his ears as he experienced one of the most toe-curling orgasms of his existence.
The sudden tightening around his cock coupled with his older brother's release was enough to send Ludwig straight to the brink. He buried his face into the crook of Gilbert's neck, his thrusting becoming more and more erratic and frenzied. With a final deep thrust, he came, emptying himself inside his brother. A brief moment settled upon the two, tense and hazy immediately after sex, before it disappeared and Ludwig relaxed against his brother, completely spent.
Gilbert exhaled slowly out of his mouth, trying to regain control of his breathing. His exposed naked skin between their bodies was already cooling off, and he could feel the distinct soreness of his shoulders. Judging from the rhythmic panting next to his ear, Ludwig still needed another moment. His younger brother's weight was strangely comforting slumped atop him. Trying not to snicker, he wriggled his fingers inside the breast pocket of his jacket, successfully pulling out a wad of tissues.
As if on cue, Ludwig shifted off him and pulled out, leaving behind a slick mess. Wordlessly, they divided up the tissues and began to wipe themselves clean, mindful to not ruin their uniforms. Pants and underwear were pulled back up, belts re-buckled, and Gilbert tried his best to straighten his brother's tie.
"Come on, West. We'd better hurry back before it really starts pouring." Gilbert's face was a mask of lazy contentment, and he had the audacity to hook a finger behind Ludwig's crossbelt, giving it a sharp tug to bring his younger brother's face closer for a swift peck on the lips.
He couldn't resist the devious smirk blooming across his face as he sauntered across the field in the direction of the main building, his brother only a step behind.
The first drops of spring rain hit the pavement right has they closed the door behind them, splattering against the windowpanes as the wind picked up speed. Gilbert led them to the nearest break room, dropping himself into a creaking chair and fishing out a packet of cigarettes from his back pocket.
Sitting across from him, Ludwig eyed the packet incredulously.
"What?" The elder crooked a silver eyebrow. "I'll have you know I planned a full itinerary for this escapade." He tossed a stick over at the blonde. "Not that spontaneous sex isn't great, but this one was special."
He procured a lighter, lighting the tip of his cigarette with practiced ease. He inhaled a deep drag, satisfaction coursing through every inch of his being. He leaned over, pressing his own tip to his brother's and lighting up the other's end. A comfortable silence descended upon the duo, wisps of blue smoke circling over their heads. Everything was perfect, down to the after sex smoke.
Ludwig glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye. "What if I refused or simply didn't react?"
There was no hesitation as Gilbert made a dismissive noise in the back of his throat. "Who do you think I am? Some random broad looking to hook up in the bathroom of a bar?" He fixed Ludwig with a flat stare. "I'm your brother. I know all of your dirty kinks and I worked for this one."
A scandalous look stole across the blonde's face and he opened his mouth to retort further, blue eyes bugging out of their sockets. But Gilbert beat him to the punch. "Now shut up and finish your smoke. We got work to do. You heard the general, I expect to be shipped out within the week and I intend to fully take advantage of my issued uniform."
Ludwig blinked at his brother, before shoving his face back into his cigarette hand.
CONT.
A/N: Not to the ruin the moment, but this was a ridiculous sex scene. I don't even know. (But I just kinda had to.)