Title: After Valentines
Rating: For the whole story: M. For this chapter: M
Characters: Germany-centric, with a lot of Italy, Austria, Prussia and some others.
Pairings: Austria/Hungary, one sided-Germany/Italy, (smut) Italy/? , others pairings.
Warning: (too much orz!)This is really something different. GerIta fans will probably hate this. Will have a happy ending but a lot of angst before that.
Italy not being his kind and innocent self all the time. Emo Germany. Voluntary omission of some historical facts.
THIS CHAPTER CONTAIN A DETAILED SEX SCENE ( YAOI: Two men together!) No like, no read!^^
Chapter 4
Ludwig had fallen asleep on his desk, under the lamp which had long burned its oil. He had done one week worth of paper work in the course of the night, the tedious task helping him forget his troubles for a short time.
When, eventually, the work had been done, the desk dusted and the whole first floor of the house cleaned, Germany had found himself with nothing else to do to occupy his mind.
Once alone with his thoughts, there was nothing he could have done to prevent them to bother him again.
Then, a torrent of questions had came to his mind. He pushed away the most of those he eventually considered inappropriate: No, he didn't care to know what Italy was feeling about him, no he didn't want to know how it would be to be with him like that. No, he couldn't care less if Feliciano didn't sleep in his bed every night anymore. No, he didn't want to buy more dating advice books! No, he didn't care to know if Italy had liked the flowers he had given him or not! No, he didn't have his heart in a mess! No, he didn't want to cry about it!
But he did care to know what he would do the next time he and Italy would meet. How would he have to behave then? Should he ignore the subject? Excuse himself for the stupid move? Explain him that it was a misunderstanding?i Ask him if he was angry or afraid, if they could still be friends? If they could be more than friends? If they could talk about it? Tell him that he had never felt like this before, for no one, never?/i
Exhaustion had eventually taken its stroll and Germany had succumbed to sleep, leaving him with too much questions and no answer.
In the same house, upstairs, Austria was having a troubled sleep- certainly less troubled than Ludwig but still- He was dreading the next coming day, feeling uncomfortable already at the thought of the morning to come. He turned in his bed, restless, staring at the book in the shelf.
He wasn't really used to comfort peoples, never had to do so as far as he could remember.
Roderick quickly went to the conclusion that he needed help. He would call Hungary at the first hour of the morning. Awaiting for that moment to come, he eventually gave up to sleep. The first hour occurred, but he slept it off, and so it passed.
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( Author note: It's getting really PG 17 From here, so be warned!)
That night hasn't been the same for everybody, like the clouds that didn't reach all the way onward to the south, someone's sky was open and bright. someone's night was sweet and warm.
If Germany couldn't take Italy out of his mind, Italy, in an other hand, wasn't sparing a single thought for him. Like always, he busied himself with the present.
And that night, his present was of the sweetest kind.
Pale wrists were fastened to a convenient canopy bed.
-" Not too tight?"
-" Yes, a little."
-" Then it's perfect!" Italy grinned cutely and watched his work. He had not completely ignored Germany's training and he was perfectly able to tie knots. If he pretended to not be capable to tie his shoe laces, it was only because it was more easy to let Germany do it for him.
His now wrist-bound and naked victim was squirming under him, groaning a bit at the pain in his restrained arms. Honestly, he couldn't care less about it, and certainly when Veneziano bent toward him to give him a lips-cracking kiss. Tongues met, battled for dominance; A warning was given in the form of a bitten lip, and the man under Italy submitted, letting him full control over his mouth and his body.
Italy grounded himself on his prey, rubbing his still clothed groin against the naked, hardening, member of the other.
The bed squeaked. His victim wanted nothing more than embrace him,.
-"Shhh!" Italy put a finger on his mouth and latched his on an offered neck. Teeth grazed experienced skin, his victim wasn't a virgin, hasn't been for a long time. He could never be bored of it though, and Italy knew how to make each of their time together special.
If the others- those others who had wanted the Italian nation and those who still wanted him- ever got to know Italy like he knew him, intimately, they could never want anything else, ever.
As cheesy as it might sound, he really meant it!
He had had millions of partners, some that had been dear to him, but Italy had that warmth, that energy that none of them equalled.
He also had that hidden side, that dark side, that never failed to make him shiver in masochist delight.
Italy's hands traced recent bruises. Those had been given by the same fingers that were now caressing, reminiscing, wanting to leave a mark again. A red, erected nipple was twisted, the other, was nipped, then bitten, hard enough to draw blood and a scream.
-" Will I be obliged to gag you?"
The man shook his head, he knew what would happen if he dared to speak now.
Italy grinned and allowed him some relief for the time being. He sucked on the offended nipples, licked the droplets of blood that poured from a wound and kissed fresh bruises. But soon he got tired of this and wanted to be selfish. He moved decidedly over and up the immobilized body under him to eventually plant his knees on each side of stretched shoulders.
Then, he spread his knees, bucked his hips and sunk down on his lover's head, knowing perfectly that the other wouldn't mind.
There was nothing taboo between them, nothing they weren't willing to do together.
The point was proved when the other's mouth opened eagerly for him. Italy pushed himself inside of it and directly started to fuck the hot cavern, his hands closed around the bed's mounts, supporting himself.
His moans of pleasure were so worth it, his victim thought. A sore throat would be an insignificant price for the view and sounds he was blessed with. Italy moved over him, fast and hard, his small muscles tensed beautifully under the soft tanned skin of his abdomen, his mouth was open and a bit of saliva escaped the corners. His partner hoped he could do that to him one day, the only thought- a memory- of that mouth, moist and warm, around him, was making his cock twitch.
Italy let out quiet, and sometimes louder, little noises of pleasure. His rhythm never changed until the man tasted precum on his tongue, expecting and wanting more of it, but then Veneziano pulled away.
His lover couldn't repress a whine.
-" Not now, not yet! Let's keep this for later!" Venziano shushed him with a kiss and went back down on his body, barely touching him as he did so.
-" Ah please!"
A hard slap, and the man's cheek was red, the shape of Italy's hand printed on it.
-" Ah, you know the rules! No talking as long as your hands are bound!"
A nod. Italy pulled the other's legs over his weak-looking shoulders. He licked his fingers slowly, making a show of the act, as an apology for the violence he had inflicted to his lover? Maybe .
Or maybe it was only a way to further tease the impatient, burning of desire, laid bared before him.
Either way, he would only have what Italy was willing to give that night, but at the end, he wouldn't be disappointed.
Fingers were pressed against a tight entrance, two at once, confident in the experience of the other to know that, once again, he wouldn't mind.
The man's back arched and he let out a moan of need. Wordless expressions of pleasure were the only sounds allowed tonight, his hips dipped down, urging the intruding fingers deeper inside of him.
-" You are lucky..." Italy purred. "That I'm just as impatient as you, tonight!"
He removed his fingers and laid down fully on his prey, eager for a kiss that was more than welcomed. He pushed himself inside of the other, as swiftly as he had done earlier with his mouth, and gave a few experimental thrusts to gauge the readiness of his partner. He was more than ready, he could tell by the way that ass was sucking him in hungrily and the evident pleasure in the pleading groan of his lover.
Only then, he untied him.
Immediately, strong arms wounded themselves around his smaller frame and Italy's partner was now meeting each of his frank thrust with his own, hard, ones.
-" Ah Veneziano" He breathed, " you have no idea how many times I had to bite my tongue to not moan your name out!"
-" Do it all you want now, there's no more rules between us!" Italy's eyes were now glazed over by pleasure and need.
His thrust became faster and harder every time, they were given back the same way. Sweat rolled along the perfect curves and lines of their tangled bodies, their names were moaned, groaned and cried in turn. Their position changed: For a time, Italy's lover was straddling him and riding him, then he was on all fours in front of the Italian, short nails digging in his back. Later, he would be on his back, legs spread wide, indecent and not caring how he was having his pleasure and how he was giving it back.
He came first. Like always, never mind the place, the position or the moment, he was always the first one to succumb to orgasm. Italy needed more time, for some reason or no reason at all, it was just like that.
He came first, vision blurred by the intensity of his pleasure, body suddenly motionless, he screamed without shame. Not a minute after, Italy followed. His body trembled and his hips jerked, but his moan of bliss was almost silent. His lover didn't mind that silence, he was had learned to appreciate it. Italy's silence was a rarity one can only be proud to experience.
They fell next to each other, cuddling on the bed, in a silence only troubled by their panting breath.
Unfortunately, they couldn't spend the night together, only on rare occasions they had slept in each other's arms. This wouldn't happen that night: Italy had to go back to his house before Romano could realize his absence.
Veneziano stood up reluctantly, kissed his secret lover one last time, and got dressed.
-" Don't forget what we said." The other man reminded him.
-" I'll be there at noon. I will not have much time, so you better be ready when I come"
-"Of course".
On that, Italy left, ran home, as fast as he could run, and swiftly slid back in bed next to his- still fast asleep- brother.
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AN: Sorry, the identity of Italy's lover will remain a secret until the next chapter. I know this story is damn slow but the plot will shape up more quickly from now on!
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