Ludwig, Feliciano, Lovino.
anonymous
August 1 2009, 08:37:25 UTC
Ludwig walks in on Lovino and Feliciano having sex, and is angry at Feliciano for cheating on him with his brother. He begins to explain to Ludwig that it was Lovino who had started it and that he "forced" him, not mentioning that it was not their first time to do it while they were dating. Then, even though he continuously rants on about how much he hates the german, a turned-on Lovino tells Ludwig to join them. And against all odds, he does.
Didn't See That One Coming 1/?
anonymous
August 3 2009, 07:04:19 UTC
Ludwig was a man of principle, a country of morals- at least, he liked to imagine that. It was hard enough dating the bouncy Italian he’d adopted as an eternal nuisance; but it was even harder letting go of every wall of propriety he still had intact, any sense of decency within him, to be able to just kiss the man when he walked him to his door after a night full of “Ve Ludwig~” and playful, one-sided, banter. And honestly, he probably would have never made a move it if hadn’t been for his brother prompting him through lecherous glances and suggestive movements of his hips whenever Feliciano’s back was turned
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Didn't See That One Coming 2/?
anonymous
August 3 2009, 07:45:36 UTC
The disappointment on his friend’s face almost made him take back his words, but he held firm and watched as his eyes dropped and his form cave in on itself. The sadness was so tangible in his eyes that Ludwig felt a sharp guilt in his chest. But he wasn’t ready for this; he couldn’t do this yet
( ... )
Didn't See That One Coming 3/?
anonymous
August 3 2009, 08:27:31 UTC
author anon is sorry if this isn't coming out like OP wantedD:
After he found his jacket, and the box of condoms, Ludwig made his way out the door with an encouraging dog whistle from his brother for good luck. Out of his brother’s influence, though, he felt discouraged and nervous. He’d imagined how this would work, sure; he’s fantasized about it countless times. He’d brush against Feliciano’s tan skin, soft as silk and dark like coffee, and he’d have trouble concentrating on the conversation at hand rather than those oh so insistent fantasies that would cloud his mind. He’d imagine running his hands through the chestnut hair, mapping out every line of his body because Gilbert had taught him ‘geography’s important’, tasting and taking what he wanted, and getting moans out of Italy that for once wouldn’t be about how delicious a plate of food was. But what held him back from ever taking the Italian was his pride, or dignity, as he tried to convince himself. Ludwig had experienced failure, seen it in war and love, and knew its bitter
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Didn't See That One Coming 4/?
anonymous
August 3 2009, 08:58:01 UTC
“Lovino?” Ludwig mumbled, dumbfounded and in shock. It couldn’t be; he probably hadn’t heard right. Feliciano would never moan his brother’s name, not like that
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Didn't See That One Coming 5/?
anonymous
August 3 2009, 19:53:20 UTC
Feliciano, ever the scattered brain nation, sat Ludwig on the bed, the same one he’d been caught on, and wrapped an arm around him, just babbling and sobbing. Ludwig tried to muster some sort of anger, tried to find any fury inside of him, but there was nothing but guilt and hurt. Lovino stood before them, arms crossed and foot tapping, and glared at the two on the bed
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After he found his jacket, and the box of condoms, Ludwig made his way out the door with an encouraging dog whistle from his brother for good luck. Out of his brother’s influence, though, he felt discouraged and nervous. He’d imagined how this would work, sure; he’s fantasized about it countless times. He’d brush against Feliciano’s tan skin, soft as silk and dark like coffee, and he’d have trouble concentrating on the conversation at hand rather than those oh so insistent fantasies that would cloud his mind. He’d imagine running his hands through the chestnut hair, mapping out every line of his body because Gilbert had taught him ‘geography’s important’, tasting and taking what he wanted, and getting moans out of Italy that for once wouldn’t be about how delicious a plate of food was. But what held him back from ever taking the Italian was his pride, or dignity, as he tried to convince himself. Ludwig had experienced failure, seen it in war and love, and knew its bitter ( ... )
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i don't think italy would ever, ever cheat, but i can break my heart a bit for this fic, since it's so good *cries*
I... I'll wait for more whilst eating my hands.
beautiful and painful.
... and stupid ludwig. you shouldn't have sex only for the sake of it, or a relationship. don't you want to have sex, too? idiot!
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This is going exactly like I pictured it so far.
:D
I'm very pleased~
-goes to read the 5th part-
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love it!!
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