Inspired: Bruises and Bitemarks by Good With Grenades. Oh em gee, it's the twentieth chapter. When did that happen?

Bruises and Bitemarks

Canada leaned over Prussia with a territorial smile and ran the end of the whip over his ribcage. Prussia tugged on the ropes securing his hands and feet but the effort was for naught. Canada had tied them tighter than usual.

"You're late," Canada hissed, bending forward and nibbling on his earlobe. His warm breath sent shivers down his spine.

Prussia might have denied the accusation but it was difficult to speak around the white satin gag in his mouth. Besides, he was late, by five whole minutes, and he did not have a excuse.

"You kept me waiting…" Canada let the whip crack against his nipple with a flick of the wrist. Prussia jumped at the sensation. It straddled that fine line between pleasure and pain and it made Prussia squirm. "I hate waiting. You know that."

Prussia watched him pace around the mattress and wished he was able to lick his lips. Canada was gorgeous with dark red kohl and lipstick painting his face; he was dangerous. He was wearing heeled boots and shorts with a corset, also in shades of red and black.

He bit the end of the whip, looking thoughtful.

"Now, what should I do with you? You've been a very, very, naughty boy."

None of the other nations would ever believe that shy, gentle Canada enjoyed bedroom games as much as the next person or that he preferred to dominate. He seemed so submissive when he was out and about that it was surprising how domineering and passionate he could be behind closed doors.

Canada flicked his other nipple and hummed under his breath as Prussia writhed.

"What to do, what to do…?"

Indeed, none of the other nations would believe that Prussia enjoyed being dominated.

Canada pet his hair absentmindedly as he thought and Prussia leaned into the attention, revelling in the seldom seen possessiveness.

There was something wonderful and perilous in allowing himself to be dominated. It was electrifying. Prussia had spent his entire existence conquering and subjugating opponents; he had spent a lifetime subduing men and women alike. This was new and exciting and involved more trust than he had ever deigned to grant anyone.

It would have been impossible with anyone other than Canada. He trusted him with his life, and also with his pleasure. It was exhilarating.

"Oh, I know…"

Canada hooked one leg over Prussia and straddled him. He rocked backward and forward, sending sparks of desire through Prussia. He keened but the sound was lost against the gag.

Canada untied it so that he could be as loud as he wanted and bent low to bite his collarbone hard enough to draw blood. He lapped it up with his tongue.

Prussia bucked and whined.

"Oh, you like that, do you? I'm sure you do, you naughty boy."

He trailed kisses down his chest, leaving traces of blood and lipstick, and dusted his fingers over his sides. It almost tickled and the battling sensations fought for his attention.

Canada swirled his tongue around his bellybutton a couple of times and drove Prussia to distraction before rocking forward again on his hips and bringing their lips together.

It was a gentle kiss despite the costume and demeanour. It always was.

"You wicked thing," Canada sighed, sucking on his bottom lip.

"You're, ah, one to talk… Oh!"

"Shhh," Canada whispered as his hands trailed lower, "or I'll gag you again and you don't want that, do you?"

Prussia gasped.

"No."

"No?" Canada twisted his clever fingers to punctuate his words. "No what exactly?"

"No, please no. Please, please, please…" Prussia wanted to cover his mouth and stop the breathless pleas but it was impossible. Canada had him right where he wanted him and if Prussia were honest with himself, which he rarely was, he knew that he was right where he wanted to be too; tied up and writhing beneath the blonde nation that owned his body and soul.

"There's a good boy," Canada kissed his forehead and pinched somewhere lower. "And they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks."

"Woof," Prussia panted.

"That's right." Canada nuzzled into the crook of his neck, his hands and hips still preoccupied elsewhere. "Good boy."

Prussia let the pleasure and pain wash over him in waves until the sensations overwhelmed him and he sagged against the ropes, sweating and sated. Canada rolled off of him in one graceful movement and untied the ropes, checking his wrists and ankles for bruising or worse.

Prussia waited for the world to stop spinning and cuddled up to Canada with his back against his chest.

Canada brushed his hair back from his forehead and held him tight.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice quiet and lacking in the attitude from earlier. Prussia laughed.

"I'm better than alright."

"I… I, uhm, didn't hurt you, did I?"

Prussia pressed against him.

"Not at all."

It was silent for a couple of minutes as both of them tried to remember how to breathe. Prussia stroked the arms that encircled him and admired the nail polish on his fingernails. It was also red.

Canada chuckled all of a sudden.

"I guess I'll have to try harder next time," he said thoughtfully and Prussia felt himself tense in anticipation. He kissed the hand that had held the whip.

"I dare you."

Author's Notes:

I… Uhm… What? *Blushes!* It's not my fault; it just sort of happened! Argh! This is sort of like 'Under Your Spell' a couple of chapters earlier in that it is almost smut but I tried to keep it from becoming graphic. Again, the act itself is hinted at.

I do think that Canada would be more of a dominate and that Prussia would be a submissive during such games because it is the opposite of their personalities. It would be much more exciting in that way and require much more trust between partners. That's why I mention that Prussia has never played submissive to anyone else before; I do not think he would have trusted anyone else enough to tie him up.

By the way, aftercare is a very important part of BDSM. Please take it seriously.

Dum dee dum… Please continue to review, because it makes my day (seriously), and send requests for me to add to my master list. I wonder if anyone has ever noticed that my stories are all over the map... I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not but at least it's interesting... Let's see what I write tomorrow!