Inspired by Under Your Spell - Amber Benson (Once More with Feeling, Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Under Your Spell
Canada panted into the pillowcase as Prussia ran his fingers down his spine and lower in teasing circles. His breath was hot on his back as he laid small kisses and whispered endearments over his skin. Canada tangled his feet in the bedsheets to keep himself from slipping.
It was harder than it looked, or at least it was with Prussia pouring over him like a favourite novel and smothering him with affection.
He could not understand what he had done to deserve this. He had spent his life in shadow and figured that was his place. He had accepted it as his due. He had never expected someone to see him, actually see him, and he had never expected this.
It was magic. That was the only explanation.
Prussia leaned his bare chest against his shoulders, his hands busy somewhere else, and licked his ear.
"It's not a trick," he whispered, his own voice rasping with the effort of their coupling. Canada wondered if he had been speculating aloud. "It's not a trick."
Prussia thrust forward and rocked both of them against the headboard. Canada tried to hold on and swallowed a gasp as sensation overwhelmed him.
It was strange how the world seemed brighter even in the darkness of the bedroom. It seemed as if the world was full of possibilities and hope. If he closed his eyes, he could see it… He could see a world where he fit in.
Prussia made him feel desirable. Wanted. He completed him.
No one else had ever made him feel like this.
Prussia thrust forward again and Canada bit his lip to keep quiet. It was a game; Prussia would push and he would pull. Prussia would give and he would take. Prussia wanted him to sigh and moan so Canada tried to keep the sounds all to himself.
He cherished them, he supposed. After all, no one else was able to coax these sounds from him. Just him. Just Prussia.
"It's not a trick. I love you." He dragged his teeth over his earlobe and pinched the cartilage. "It's not a trick."
Push, pull. Give, take. In, out.
His breath was ragged now and the pillowcase was wet with sweat and tears and spit.
"I love you. It's not a trick. I love you." Prussia let his hands wander before finding purchase. "I love you. Please."
Canada gasped and clenched his fingers, his fingernails scrambling over the headboard in a desperate search for something to hold on to. The pace quickened in sporadic stops and starts.
"Please, please," Prussia bit his shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise. Canada bucked back against him and Prussia slammed forward. It was all he could do to hold on.
He was slipping.
"Please. Scream for me."
And he did.
It was one short sound, a cross between a grunt and a moan, but it was enough to send Prussia over. He knew that he had won this round with that one little sound and Canada would let him have it this time. Prussia had given him so much; it was the least he could do.
Canada chuckled into the pillowcase as Prussia helped him to follow before collapsing beside him with a satisfied sigh and a cackle of his own.
Prussia claimed it was not a trick, magic or otherwise, but Canada had to wonder as he stared at the pale man through his eyelashes. Prussia was beautiful in the moonlight, naked and covered in the evidence of their passion. He grinned at Canada, a slow and lazy curl of the lips, as he grasped his hand and kissed the knuckles before sliding his fingers into his mouth one at a time. Canada shuddered at the sensation.
Push, pull. Give, take. In, out.
"It's not a trick," he repeated as he kissed each fingertip, scratched from their desire to hold onto something solid in a sea of intangibles. "I love you."
He was beautiful and Canada knew that he was under his spell.
Magic or otherwise.
Author's Notes:
(o_0) What? What's that? Smut? Yes, alright, sort of, but I tried to keep it from becoming graphic. It's more hinted. You know, if the hint was one hundred feet tall and painted neon, but still.
I do write more explicit pieces from time to time but I rarely post them. I guess I'll see what the reaction is to this one. I think most of you come to me for fluff but who knows? Maybe you don't give a damn what I write. This was fun, in either case.
I have a friend, older than me, who has been married for eighteen years. She has self esteem issues. Every morning her husband wakes her up with a kiss and "It's not a trick." For eighteen years. I think that's sort of sweet.
All of my love. Please leave a review. And yes, I am working on the pieces inspired by the songs recommended to me but I'm just blowing off steam at the moment.