At His Mercy 2/2
anonymous
September 3 2009, 21:24:48 UTC
"Shut up and let me go right away, we're in enemy territory, you idiot," was what Germany intended to say. Instead, when he opened his mouth, no sound came out except for what was possibly a dry squeak in the back of his throat. His cheeks tingled and his ears burned as his flush of anger gave way to a blush. Italy couldn't possibly be thinking of...
He made that quiet noise in his throat again, unable to stop staring at the sight as Italy bent over him, his long, slender fingers taking the top button of Germany's jacket in them and working it loose. Italy's smile was doing something not entirely unpleasant to his stomach when he looked into Germany's eyes and said "I think I know exactly what I want to do with Germany."
There was no denying it, this time he allowed himself a muffled groan. The truth was, the truth was, it wasn't as though he'd never thought of this. Ever since Italy had begun crawling into his bed at night, usually without anything on, he hadn't been able to resist thinking about what that could mean, and if he'd wanted it, would he be allowed his way with those hands, that soft, untrained body...would he finally be able to find a good use for that mouth?
Of course, it wouldn't be at all acceptable, to behave that way with a fellow soldier and a man, however much Italy's actions invited, no, encouraged that kind of speculation. But if he was just going to take what he wanted, then in that case. In that case.
Whatever anyone said or whatever videos Italy claimed to have found in his house, it wasn't as though the thought of being tied up and dominated had any appeal for him! But if Italy was under such an impression, it couldn't be helped, and those hands worked fast, already shrugging his jacket over his shoulders, leaving it to pool around his wrists with a frown. And then he began crawling down over Germany's body, and Germany gasped and tried to deny his disappointment when Italy continued downward to roughly tug off his impeccably polished boots, casually tossing them aside into the dirt.
And then Italy was sitting up and taking off his own uniform-- Germany had perhaps been picturing a slow, teasing strip, but of course, this being Italy, he was naked with his clothes haphazardly scattered across the ground in the time it would have taken Germany to blink, had he even begun to want to do so.
"There," Italy said proudly, crawling once again over Germany's bound body and throwing his arms around Germany's neck.
"Ah, Germany, you're so tense!" Italy exclaimed, nuzzling his neck. "But you can't avoid it! Today you'll have to siesta with me!"
There was a long, tense silence which was only broken when Italy planted a kiss on Germany's cheek. "Sweet dreams, Germany!" he said, before nestling his head in the crook of Germany's neck and instantly falling into asleep.
It was somewhat amazing how quickly Italy could accomplish such a deep sleep. Even through Germany's loud indignant yelling and threats, he didn't appear to stir in the slightest.
Re: At His Mercy 2/2
anonymous
September 3 2009, 22:16:54 UTC
I love you (:
I hope that's not too bold of a statement, Writer-Anon, but when I thought of Italy failing at being dominate, I was picturing something almost entirely different, and this was a very pleasant surprise. The ending of this had me cracking up.
He made that quiet noise in his throat again, unable to stop staring at the sight as Italy bent over him, his long, slender fingers taking the top button of Germany's jacket in them and working it loose. Italy's smile was doing something not entirely unpleasant to his stomach when he looked into Germany's eyes and said "I think I know exactly what I want to do with Germany."
There was no denying it, this time he allowed himself a muffled groan. The truth was, the truth was, it wasn't as though he'd never thought of this. Ever since Italy had begun crawling into his bed at night, usually without anything on, he hadn't been able to resist thinking about what that could mean, and if he'd wanted it, would he be allowed his way with those hands, that soft, untrained body...would he finally be able to find a good use for that mouth?
Of course, it wouldn't be at all acceptable, to behave that way with a fellow soldier and a man, however much Italy's actions invited, no, encouraged that kind of speculation. But if he was just going to take what he wanted, then in that case. In that case.
Whatever anyone said or whatever videos Italy claimed to have found in his house, it wasn't as though the thought of being tied up and dominated had any appeal for him! But if Italy was under such an impression, it couldn't be helped, and those hands worked fast, already shrugging his jacket over his shoulders, leaving it to pool around his wrists with a frown. And then he began crawling down over Germany's body, and Germany gasped and tried to deny his disappointment when Italy continued downward to roughly tug off his impeccably polished boots, casually tossing them aside into the dirt.
And then Italy was sitting up and taking off his own uniform-- Germany had perhaps been picturing a slow, teasing strip, but of course, this being Italy, he was naked with his clothes haphazardly scattered across the ground in the time it would have taken Germany to blink, had he even begun to want to do so.
"There," Italy said proudly, crawling once again over Germany's bound body and throwing his arms around Germany's neck.
"I-Italy," Germany said, swallowing hard. "Just..."
"Ah, Germany, you're so tense!" Italy exclaimed, nuzzling his neck. "But you can't avoid it! Today you'll have to siesta with me!"
There was a long, tense silence which was only broken when Italy planted a kiss on Germany's cheek. "Sweet dreams, Germany!" he said, before nestling his head in the crook of Germany's neck and instantly falling into asleep.
It was somewhat amazing how quickly Italy could accomplish such a deep sleep. Even through Germany's loud indignant yelling and threats, he didn't appear to stir in the slightest.
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I hope that's not too bold of a statement, Writer-Anon, but when I thought of Italy failing at being dominate, I was picturing something almost entirely different, and this was a very pleasant surprise.
The ending of this had me cracking up.
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I know, and I feel kind of bad for this joke fill, but I'm glad it made people laugh :)
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<33
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god germany, what a pervert
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Anon, ilu. This was so awesome.
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Now seriously? Lmfao. Oh, Italy♥.
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