Okay, a few things.
One, THANK YOU REVIEWERS!
Two, someone asked is it lust more than love. Well, to be honest, it is like a dark sort of love. Obsession almost (not quite Lima Syndrome which is when the captor feels sympathy for the captive) , however, each person defines love as something else...so who is really to say? We all have our own concepts. For the purpose of this story, let's go with dark love.
Three, To Joan who saw this as a BDSM relationship. To be honest I hadn't really planned on it, but I can paint it more that way. If you readers want.
Four, for Dewi111- Yes, they will become a couple. It will get there, I promise.
Thank you.
Rated M. I own nothing.
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Already it was too intense with Germany touching her. America tried to fight against the slight high that being with him again made her feel. It had been years since anyone had touched her like this. Not since he let her go, she could not even get close to another without seeing his face flash in her mind's eye. She wanted her desperately.
There was little in the way of gentle kisses and nary a honeyed word to be found. Her lips were bruising under the weight of his mouth. His lips embraced hers with such passion it was obvious that he desired her still.
America felt as if they were burning up the bed beneath her, the sexual friction between them rolled in waves. With each touch of his fingers against her nethers, she was trying to pull him closer. He was right next to her, partially onto of her and it wasn't enough. She needed more from him.
He released her, his fingers withdrawing from her folds, and America gasped at the loss of contact. Her blue eyes were glazed and slightly wild.
She was ready to tear his clothes off of him, but he was faster. Soon he was kneeling before her, bare-chested and America's pupils dilated in sheer want of him.
His lips nibbled her neck and the valley between her breasts. His tongue was hot and wet against her skin as she laved a path to her nipple. America's hands fisted in his hair and she trembled. When he had paid enough attention to one, he moved to the other.
Her eyes closed as she felt his mouth on her again. America let her head fall back slightly.
She missed him. Oh how she'd missed him.
She couldn't keep still. She wanted to caress his arousal. America pushed against him softly. Germany lifted his head, and America was left nearly breathless at the look of wild desire in his eyes. She felt her heart swell because some instinct told her that he had missed her too.
Thank God.
She leaned in and captured his lips in a searing kiss. She put all of her sorrow, want, need, and love in it as she pushed him down toward the mattress. She could feel his heat, and his strength, just under her fingertips. It caused her to shudder as she recalled just how strong he could be. There was something feral brewing between them. The need to claim and be claimed in return.
Germany was both gentle and rough, and it was driving her wild. Her head was in the clouds as well as down with her as she tried to use her body to express what she couldn't express with words. She felt as if she were falling, and she never wanted to stop.
Germany growled at her forcefulness, eager and aroused at the same time. America crawled over him, her hand slipped between them to fondle him. The weight of him in her palm, and the heat of his member made slickness pool between her thighs.
His hands were everywhere on her body, teasing and stroking. She rubbed against him, her folds brushing the tip of him as positioned herself above him. She teased the head of his cock, but did not take him inside.
Germany was panting harshly with each kiss and stroke of her body against his.
"Reizen," he half-snarled with no real heat when she pulled back enough to gather her breath. Germany was not willing to wait any longer. His hands gripped her hips tightly. America let her head drop to the side as she groaned and planted her hands on his chest.
Oh. Oh it had been so long.
"Mein Liebling , mein Geliebter," he hissed as he pushed inside her.
His. She understood that much. She winced slightly at the intrusion, though she was willing, her body took a moment to accommodate him. The stretching was not as pleasant as she remembered. However, America was too lost in knowing he was doing this to her to really care. She was close to screaming at the raw sensation of being penetrated by Germany.
Germany. In her head, in her body, in her heart. He was everywhere. She reveled in it. It was so very wrong, she knew that, but she couldn't stop herself. America moaned and rocked against him. Germany pushed up, pulling her with him, until he was sitting and she was still impaled by his length.
He kissed her roughly, his hands nearly too harsh against her skin, but she felt the fissures of pleasure anyway. He encouraged her to move, his hands pushing against her hips. Lifting, dropping, moving forward and back. America twirled her hips, marveling at the full feeling of him inside of her.
Damn. She wasn't going to last long. She felt something rise inside her, the will to fight him, though not in earnest. Perhaps it was the memories surfacing in her thoughts.
She gave him biting kisses on his collar bone, her blunt teeth nipped at the skin. Germany drew a shaky breath.
A knock resounded through the room.
America's head swiveled in the direction of the door, her eyes widening. She missed the narrowed look of determination on Germany's face. She should have remembered he did not enjoy her thinking of anything of him while he played her body like an instrument.
Her mouth opened, a silent gasp of surprise as he pushed her roughly off of him. America fell against the bed, her legs played.
"America?" The clear, crisp, accent of England rang through the room.
Germany looked like a feral animal, full of delight. He flipped America over, and her hands wrapped in the sheets and displaced cover. Germany lifted her hips and aligned himself at her entrance.
Oh.
America's eyes widened as he sank into her again. The feeling of him much different at this angle. She whimpered.
The knocking continued.
She prayed her would leave. Give up and go away because she was wiggling against Germany trying to keep from moaning.
"America? Japan said you weren't coming to dinner." England's voice sounded worried and annoyed all at once.
America turned her head to the side, and tried to see Germany, but the angle was all wrong. She closed her eyes and panted beneath him like a bitch in heat. Her mind was consumed with finding release for both of them. She wanted that.
She dug her nails into the bed as Germany seemed to thrust inside her with abandon. She could almost imagine what his face looked like in this moment. His blue eyes glittering with intensity and pleasure. The strong features of his face somehow more prominent as he took her.
She remembered that look all too well.
"Answer him America," Germany growled lowly as he thrust into her. She shook her head, trying to deny him.
If they stayed quiet, then the other nation would leave, thinking she was sleeping.
Germany found a particular spot she enjoyed very, very, well and America had to bite lip to keep from screaming. She was enjoying it far too much. it was too intense. Wave after wave of pleasure broke over her body as he moved inside her. It was nearly consuming her.
America whimpered and caused herself pain, trying to keep from alerting the whole floor to what was happening. She wouldn't scream. She wouldn't. No matter how much she wanted to.
She could feel that Germany wanted that too.
"America?" England knocked again.
She began clawing at the bed as Germany increased his tempo .
"Answer him," Germany commanded again.
"Fuck no," she half-whispered and half-moaned. Slightly scandalized by the very idea.
Germany stilled above her, trailing bites and kisses down her neck.
"Move," she whispered with a twirl of her hips.
"If you don't answer, I won't move." He threatened darkly. America felt him twitch inside of her, as she tried to move against him to keep the sensations.
"What?" She couldn't believe him.
He bit her neck harder and she whimpered.
Bastard.
She fisted her hands in the sheets, frustrated she made a noise too loud to be unheard.
The knocking started once more.
"Are you alright America?"
Her blue eyes narrowed on the door, and she was nearly ready to scream at England to go away. She'd waited so fucking long for this. America clenched her teeth and caved in to Germany's demand as he nibbled on her ear; causing her to shiver.
"Y-Yes!" She said loudly, nearly moaning on the tail end of the reply as Germany continued to torture her body with the sweetest sort of pleasure she'd ever known.
Yes. Oh please. Yes.
His hands moved down to her hips and held her firmly as he ground each thrust into her. America writhed on the bed, her hips rising to meet him each time. She bit the bed to keep from letting a keening wail of satisfaction out.
Quiet. She had to be quiet.
Germany became more forceful and America had the vague suspicion he wanted England to know exactly what was happening in this room.
Bastard. Her beloved bastard.
"So you are in there," England muttered crossly. "Would you open up the door? Some countries have manners like that."
America tossed her head to the other side, trying to keep from reaching her peak with England right outside the door.
Germany leaned down near her ear, never pausing as he delved into her body over and over.
"Nachgeben," he whispered lewdly and America tightened around him at the words. Her core instinctively grabbing him harder between her silken inner muscles at the sound of his voice.
Germany groaned above her.
"Dove. Fühl mich," he said softly, with his voice thick with his lust.
She did. Oh, how she did. Her fingers gripped the edge of the bed, and she tried to clamp her legs together to stop his onslaught, but his legs stopped the feeble attempt.
"Are you ill?" England asked, and America knew he must be listening at the door.
Why did that turn her on even more? They could get caught, and America didn't know if it as a bad thing, but she thought it might be. Her mind was muddled by sensation and the feel of Germany all around her.
He roughly twisted a fist in her hair and jerked her head back. America whimpered and groaned, not in distress but the heightening feel of excitement. She grit her teeth at the pleasure.
So close. No. She couldn't. Not when England-
"Yes!" America cried again, partly desperate. "I-I'm..." she trailed off as Germany nipped at her neck.
There was silence on the other end of the door, and America tried to keep from panting as she took slow breaths in through her nose.
Stop. Don't stop.
She didn't know anymore. She just wanted to reach that plateau of pleasure. America twisted beneath Germany. Damn.
"Do you need help?" England asked just loud enough to be heard. "Or some medicine?"
"No," America said as Germany moved, and pulled her up to her knees. America felt how slick she was, and when he entered her again, the thrust was much more forceful. It had her legs shaking and America hung dropped her head toward the bed. Her blue eyes could see Germany's legs and watched them flex as he moved in and out of her.
No. No. She couldn't hold it back any longer.
America shoved her hips hard against him, seeking that last bit of sensation to send her over the edge.
Suddenly she tightened around Germany, squeezing him and milking his shaft as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Her face buried in the bed, and she called his name as he pounded into her. His hands hot and strong on her now still hips.
"America? Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?" England called from the door worriedly.
She lifted her tousled head and her mouth was heavy as she felt her post-orgasmic bliss settle in firmly.
"I'm going to sleep England, I'll be fine," she lied while trying to keep her voice even.
She succeeded, mostly.
Germany gave a sharp grunt and came inside of her. America's eyes closed and she savored the feel as he pulled out, gathering her into his arms.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" America snapped.
A moment a silence passed as Germany languidly kissed her, America's hands were on his chest making small sweeping motions.
England interrupted again, sounding put out. "I'll bring you some dinner then, daft chit."
"Thanks," she said, trying to keep her heart from pounding out of her chest.
Her blue eyes met Germany's and he gave her a wicked smile that nearly had her breath stilling in her chest. His gaze was predatory, bright, and pleased all at once.
"We should probably talk," she said, finally finding something to really say to him.
Germany looked at her for a moment, his expression stern.
"Are you sure? Doesn't your throat hurt?" He asked as he reached for her again.
America gave him a confused look. "What?" She asked, as she saw his eyes darken. "Why would my throat hurt?"
"From all the screaming," he said with a slow, sensual smile.
"I didn't scream," she informed him with narrowed eyes.
"You didn't?" He asked in mock surprise. His eyes flashed.
America felt her body tingle. Her heart started to race again under his gaze. Germany got off the bed and held out a hand for her. America took it, slightly unsure, as she was suddenly pulled up and lifted over his shoulder.
"Don't worry," He promised as he carried her to his bed. "You will this time."
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When England returned an hour later, America wasn't in her room. The nation was rather confused, however he believed that she had gone to get some medicine after all.
However, the next morning when America hobbled to her seat for the meeting, England grew worried about his former charge. She gave him a bright smile, though she seemed distracted throughout the presentations.
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Germany watched America closely all through the meeting, his eyes locking with hers. Blue on blue as he gave her a slow, wicked, smile.
Italy spoke to him rapidly at his side, but Germany hardly paid him any attention as America looked away, a slight blush on her cheeks.
His little treasure had worn a long sleeve business suit to cover up the bruises he'd given her last night, all of them consensual. He had missed her so very much, that he hadn't been able to control himself as well as he would have liked. Germany had awoken with a pleasant sort of soreness in his muscles.
However, none of that mattered right now. Not the meeting, not what Italy was saying, nor what the other nations did.
He only had eyes for America.
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Translations:
Reisen: Tease
Mein Liebling , mein Geliebter: My darling, My beloved
Nachgeben: Give in
Fühl mich: Feel me