Author Notes:

-Ah hah. Yeah. And now Spain's point of view.

-I've said this before. There is definitely something seriously perversely wrong with me.

Warnings:

-All previous warnings apply

-kinks: whipped cream, oral play with a wine bottle (oh, Spain)

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Never Again

Part 2 – Spain

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Antonio grins happily when Francis leaves, finally getting alone time with the albino. Too bad he doesn't have his own toys here. France is going to get to have all the fun, he thinks. Ah well, he gets to be first.

"Fuck..." Gil whines again.

Toni grins and whispers in his ear. "We'll get there."

He is quite happy when Prussia shudders and he starts to play with the pale hands, which are currently trapped by Prussia's sides, pressing against the seat of the chair. He toys with the fingers lightly, noticing how Gilbert keeps clenching and unclenching both hands with each touch. Toni smiles and walks his own fingers across the seat of the chair, letting his thumbs brush against Gil's bare legs, hoping to make him twitch with the super light touches.

He succeeds and gets a curse. "Fucking hell, Toni... Stop-"

Before Prussia can complain anymore, Spain leans forward and nabs the pale throat between his teeth again, biting down ever so lightly. It cuts off Gil's words in a gasp of breath and he notices that not only are the hands clenched but the teeth as well. Even drunk and more sensitive that usual, Gilbert is not one to make noise, trying to swallow and force down everything that wants to come out.

He supposes the fun part of tonight is going to be making their albino friend moan and beg and cry out for more. Like he never does.

As he plays with the little bit of skin in his mouth, nipping and licking and sucking – which will totally leave Gil with a mark – Toni takes one hand and soothingly pets the white spikes of hair, running his fingers through the mess while he thinks of what else he can do to make things interesting. Meanwhile his other hand rubs circles on Prussia's thigh, ever so slowly inching closer and closer to the place between his legs. But he doesn't touch. He gets oh-so-close and stays there.

"Hnn." The whimper barely escapes between the albino's clenched teeth, but Spain laughs and drops everything to hug him – chair and all.

"You're quite cute like this, you know," he chirps, rubbing his cheek against Gilbert's warm red one.

"Stop teasing, damn it," Prussia manages to whisper through his panting breathes.

Oh, no, I can't stop doing that. It's way too much fun with you. Now we know why you hate it so much, at least.

Even as he thinks it, he stands up, stretching and walking away from the bound albino. "Nope!"

The very moment Spain walks away, Prussia's head snaps up and his eyes open, glaring daggers as Antonio leans against the table and takes a drink from the wine. "Get...back here...you fucking-"

"Nope!" Toni says again, grinning as his friend fumes and struggles against the rope again. "I think I'll just watch you from here for a bit and drink up all your favorite wine."

At this, Prussia scoffs. "Shitty wine-"

He giggles at this and scampers over to the refrigerator, leaving the wine on the table, hoping that Francis has at least something fun to use for this game. No tomatoes, which is sad. And of course he wouldn't have churros. But perhaps...

Ah, yes!

With a grin, he pulls out a can of whipped cream and starts shaking it even as he closes the fridge door and walks back to the tied up Prussia. Those red eyes are watching him, not saying anything, but they are positively glaring at the can of whipped cream. Though, that raised eyebrow could mean he's curious and interested.

When Gilbert opens his mouth, he holds up a finger and shakes his head. "Ah ah ah, don't start complaining now or I'll just leave you there until France comes back. Which could be awhile, considering the noise he's making up there." Okay, so he is exaggerating the time that Francis would be gone, but he doesn't want to hear any more loud complaints from Gilbert's mouth; he wants to hear other sounds.

To his surprise and pleasure, Prussia closes his mouth and lets his eyes speak. He is curious. And mad. But mostly curious now.

Without another word, he leans forward and grabs the albino's hard member in his hand. He watches the eyes widen, watches the mouth open, and he dives for the kiss, shoving his tongue into Prussia's mouth. He is happy when he feels the dick in his hand twitch; he is happier when he moves his fingers lightly and feels the moan filter through the albino's defenses. It is unexplainable how good a simple noise could feel when it comes through a kiss.

While he is doing this, his other hand gets busy and starts spraying the whipped cream. He is glad that the ropes around Gilbert's body are low enough to reveal his nipples – and he is also glad that Gil had worn a button-down shirt in the first place, making it easy to unbutton and give access to the parts he wants to play with. When the cool-whip goes on Prussia's chest, he feels the albino's breath hitch and he can also feel his own body flooding in wanting warmth.

He drops his grip on Gilbert's member, getting a complaining whine through the kiss, and he lowers his other hand. When he sprays the cool-whip across Prussia's pride-and-joy, he can swear the man tenses, his mouth completely open and frozen, all sense of playful fighting disappearing.

As soon as he is done setting things up, he pulls away from Prussia's intoxicating lips and steps back, staring at the panting albino. "You..." Those hands are clenching up again. Those eyes are beginning to haze over in pleasure.

Almost there, are we? Is this why you hate it when we tease you? Are you going to do what I say just to get what you crave now? I wonder...

With a smile, Antonio reaches around behind him and places the can of whipped cream on the table. He grabs the wine bottle and leans over Prussia, putting the top of the bottle right at Gilbert's lips. Then he whispers, "I'll lick off all the whipped cream if you suck on this – and then drink some more."

He watches the eyes narrow. "As if I'd -" Prussia starts to turn him down, but Toni decides he just needs more convincing and reaches out with a finger to flick at the cream on one of those pert nipples. He gets a gasp and watches Prussia bite his lip before hanging his head. "All right. All right. Just stop teasing."

Hah! That was easy! Oh, Gilbert, you are...

He gulps when the albino wraps his lips around the neck of the wine bottle and starts to suck as if something very different were in his mouth.

Oh shit...

It is getting incredibly hot in here. Toni knows that he will definitely need some relief soon. But it is way too much fun playing with Prussia. Way too much fun getting the prideful pervert to do something so lewd on command. Way too much fun simply watching him now...

Before he can help himself, he starts to move the wine bottle out of Prussia's mouth and then back in, earning a strange look from the red eyes. At this point, Spain doesn't care about getting noise from the albino's mouth; he is having way too much fun watching those lips enclose and suck on the bottle – imagining those same lips over his own hardening member, trying to recall if Gil's ever done it before. Surely...but maybe not...not while looking this hot at least...

Panting breathes that cause condensation on the bottle. Red, flushed cheeks. Fluttering eyelids. A tongue that starts reaching out and licking at everything even when Spain pulls the bottle too far for the lips to enclose. And then a light keen breaks through, and the red eyes are closed like they don't even care.

He likes it? Is he just as turned on by this as I am? Why would he...? Unless he enjoys being dominated like this? Oh, Gil, we are never letting this go, and I know you are going to deny this forever and ever after tonight. But we won't let you forget. You know we won't be able to...

With another gulp, he leans forward and grabs the back of Prussia's neck, reaching out to pull at the edges of the silvery white hair, earning a gasp as the head tips back and the mouth is pulled away from the wine bottle with a -pop-. Red eyes stare up at him, curiously, and then Spain lifts the bottle and tips it into the albino's mouth, watching as the pale-skinned man swallows the wine like an obedient puppy – not that he has much choice at this point.

Without realizing it, Antonio dazes as he watches Gilbert drink down every mouthful. It is way too hot in here for him to think clearly. But when he snaps back, Prussia is kicking at him and the wine bottle is almost completely empty. With wide eyes, he pulls the bottle out of Prussia's mouth, earning a spluttering and coughing friend; he drops his grip on Gil's head to allow him to lean over, small rivulets of wine and spit escaping the corners of his mouth as he fights to get breath again.

"Sorry," he mumbles as he chugs the rest of the bottle and tosses it to the side, barely hearing it clatter as it hits the floor.

"F-fuck..." is his response, gasping and...shaking?

He shakes his head and then jumps forward at the sight of the mess on his friend's chin. He licks up the alcohol and makes his way back to Prussia's mouth for another intimate dominating kiss. He closes his eyes and forces his tongue in, meeting absolutely no resistance this time. When he caresses the roof of the albino's mouth he quickly earns one of those vibrating-to-the-back-of-his-throat moans. Only this time it feels louder and it lasts longer.

Reluctantly, he breaks the kiss, staring back at the red-faced, panting albino. He whines himself this time. "God, you're so hot like this. It's getting hard to hold back."

He watches the teeth come together and the mouth dip down in a grimace, as if he doesn't want to hear that right now. In fact, Gilbert opens his mouth and speaks, eyes slightly opening as well. "H-hey, w-weren't you g-going to..." The voice is quiet, whispery, and stuttering. Not slurring like normal drunk people. No, he's stuttering.

Of course, at the reminder, Spain feels even more inadequate. He'd forgotten his deal. He'd been lost in the moment. After all, seeing Gil in such a state – it is almost impossible to remember anything else, even now.

But he nods and smiles at his friend. "Yeah, I was going to do a little of this, wasn't I?" He bends down and starts lapping up the whipped cream on Gilbert's exposed chest.

The instant whine surprises him, as well as the noise hidden behind clenched teeth. "Nnng." He finishes with the whipped cream on Gil's chest, licking at pert nipples, earning twitches as well as light sounds. He gets on his knees and is about to lick up the cream on the albino's member.

But then he is interrupted by Francis returning to the scene. "Toni, you aren't even undressed, yet. This isn't what I expected to see."

Now on his knees, he turns a narrowed-eyed glare to their blond friend, noting the pair of handcuffs in Francis's hand. Really? That's what you went to go get? I wonder if you were just leaving as an excuse to let me have some fun time...

Instead of responding to his friend, he turns back to Gilbert and – now in position – leans forward, barely lapping up the whipped cream on the tip. Prussia twitches significantly. Spain puts hands on either of the man's thighs to keep him still and then licks from base to tip, getting a wonderful taste of Prussia and sweet cream.

And earning a very loud whine, followed by pants and the sound of fingernails scraping against the chair. "D-don't s-stop," come the words when Spain decides to sit back and stare instead of continue.

Francis laughs. "I take back what I said."

He watches with his own curious eyes as France steps behind the chair and starts untying their very inebriated friend. Knowing exactly what to expect at this point, Spain puts his mouth all the way around Prussia's member and proceeds to suck, licking and swallowing and going down further to lap up more cream along the way.

"Ah-" comes Prussia's cut off cry, hands grabbing at Spain's hair the minute France lets him free, forcing him to move faster, forcing him to let his mouth get fucked, losing all the control he had been enjoying.

Toni grunts at the knowledge and sends another glare up to France, but he drops the glare when he watches Francis grab Prussia's wrists and handcuff them together. When Francis pulls Gilbert's cuffed hands up above his head, Spain notices the immediate long drawn out whine and recognizes it as an indication that Gil will be releasing soon. France does too, and he sends an encouraging look down at Antonio, picking up the commanding air he always has in their sex games.

Though usually France and Gil are fighting for control. Toni tends to let them have their fun, accepting the sex as the fun time it is no matter what position he takes. Though he was having a lot of fun playing with Prussia.

Still, he can feel it twitching in his mouth. So he goes as deep as he can and swallows, sucking; he moves one hand to play with the albino's balls. Gil responds by arching his back, as uncomfortable as that probably is in the chair. France continues to hold the cuffed hands way above Prussia's head, stretching his arms, keeping him locked and away from any control, even after letting him have a short taste of the domination he usually gets.

"Ahhh-!" Gilbert cries as he releases, eyes closed and a blush adding a different shade of red to his face as the loud noise escapes and echoes in the otherwise quiet kitchen.

Antonio swallows the cum and frees Gil's cock from his mouth, licking his lips before jumping to his feet and kissing their albino. He wants to make certain that Gilbert can taste himself even behind all the wine he's had tonight. He doesn't make it last long, but France is still poking at him before he honestly wants to break apart.

With a groan, Toni leaves Prussia's lips and glares at the smirking France. "What?"

"I'm trying to think of the best place to move him."

Spain shrugs and squats down to pull Gil's pants and boxers free from his ankles, leaving him naked except for the open button-down blue shirt. Which can be easily removed, if they so choose. "You said something about fucking him into the table, didn't you?"

Prussia pants, "H-hey, I-" and is interrupted by two fingers in his mouth. France is quick like that, apparently.

While keeping Gil's arms above his head, Francis leans over and whispers something into his ear. Spain stands up and crosses his arms, upset to be torn from his play-toy. Though when Gilbert starts to suck on those fingers and France starts to move them in and out, shoving them in as deep as he can to make certain they're soaked...Antonio has to gulp, remembering the wine bottle, feeling his own erection poking in his pants.

Okay. He can't take it anymore. He reaches for his belt and starts to take his own pants off.

While France muses on a good positioning, like France always does. "I wanted to see you do that, honestly, so I could come in and catch you from behind."

With a shake of his head, Spain tosses that idea to the background. "No, I don't think so. Not this time."

"Okay, then, what do you want with him?"

Biting his lip as he thinks, Toni keeps his attention on Prussia's face, knowing what he really wants but wondering how likely he is to get it. For his part, Gilbert is looking annoyed now, probably because they're discussing the best way to fuck him, something they never do. Because Gil usually picks a position he wants right away without even asking and they tend to give in easily and let the prideful pervert have his way.

Not this time, though. This time, they get to discuss it. This time, they get to toss out ideas and watch their albino's reaction without having to listen to him. This time, they get to do things their way.

"Be honest, Toni, we don't get this chance very often."

With a shrug, Spain gives his answer. "Honestly? I say we sit on the couch because it's more comfortable and..." He shrugs again, "I want him to suck me off while you fuck him from behind. I can't stop watching him suck things and wonder..." He can only smirk at Gil's absolutely heated glare. Apparently, he doesn't like that idea at all.

For his part, Francis groans. "That's not kinky, though." He adds another finger into Prussia's mouth, which makes it three.

Spain giggles. "Kinky, huh? We don't have to stop after one round, you know."

Prussia's eyes widen and he stops sucking on the fingers in his mouth, earning a laugh from France of all things. "I don't think he likes the thought of that." When Gil starts struggling again, Antonio jumps forward and sits on him.

For his efforts he gets a glare and a muffled, "Fuck you, no."

To which he can only smile. Because he smiles at everything. "To make up for all the times we've missed this, I think it absolutely requires more than one round, don't you, Francis?"

"Oh, definitely." France pouts, "Gil, it's up to you how rough it feels, you know. I don't mind going in dry. That's pretty kinky in itself."

With a growl, Prussia returns to sucking on the fingers, even though they should be thoroughly soaked by now, but then France adds a fourth finger, earning wide eyes from both Gil and Toni. "What are you doing, Francis?"

"Just having fun." Then he sighs. "Relax. I'm just passing time at this point. Go ahead and continue your train of thought. What else can we do after the first round, then?"

A sudden idea hits him and Toni feels himself grin wide, eyes bright as he lifts a finger and adds it to the four already in Gil's mouth. God, he loves the feel of Prussia sucking and it's just his finger. He closes his eyes and hums for a minute, imaging it happening somewhere else before he opens his eyes and meets the red gaze of his albino friend.

"What if we both fuck him, Francis?"

"Hm? Aren't we going to?"

Spain chuckles and shakes his head, eyes going brighter when he sees the look of abject horror that crosses Prussia's face. Sadly, Gil understands before Francis so Spain lifts his gaze to his blond haired friend and tilts his head as he smiles. "No, I mean at the same time."

"Oh." France mutters. Then. "Oh." Followed by a laugh that could have been meant for a perverted villain. "Oh he is never going to live this down."

"Nope. Never." Spain agrees before leaning forward and kissing their albino buddy on the cheek.

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A/N: Yup. I'm getting kinkier and kinkier as it goes. Anyone else got any ideas? ;P

Next chapter: Prussia point-of-view. Oh this is going to be fun.

Kairi: You guys are cowards for not reviewing. Just saying. 'cause I did it!

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