Reparations? p4
anonymous
September 26 2009, 06:59:35 UTC
Not that his two attackers would notice, really. Instead, they seemed to be lost in their own little world, little breathy moans of each other’s names, accompanied by hazy smiles. But when Toris reached out his hand and Feliks intertwined their fingers, even as distracted as he was, Gilbert barely refrained from snorting and rolling his eyes at the cheesy gesture.
He had to wonder briefly if Toris could read minds for as soon as he thought that, Toris pulled out of his mouth, but held onto his shoulders, preventing him from falling face first onto the ground.
Gilbert decided he didn’t care as he gasped greedy lungfuls of air, the first real breaths he had gotten since the whole thing began. He wished he had his hands free to wipe the spit dripping off his chin, or the sticky tracks trailing from the corners of his eyes, or maybe punch them both in the face.
“Wha...?” he had to squawk in a surprised protest when Toris pushed him up so that his back was flush against Feliks’ chest. When his legs were pulled in front of him (rather painfully, he might add), he suddenly had a flash of insight. Oh, hell, they weren’t going to...
He began struggling, but Toris held his thighs solidly. A shiver of understanding (he wouldn’t call it fear) shot down his spine at the Lithuanian’s almost inhuman strength. Is this what happened when one lived with that Russian for so long?
Trying desperately to grab any handhold on the situation, Gilbert plastered his customary grin on his sore lips, although he couldn’t quite get it into his eyes. “Normally I’d say ‘Fuck you guys,’ right about now, but I guess the point’s a little moot, isn’t it?”
Feliks snorted, but Toris said nothing and merely pressed the head of his cock against Feliks’ length at the entrance to Gilbert’s ass.
This time, there was nothing to gag his pained noises, and holy fuck, it hurt. Curses flew from Gilbert’s lips as his hips instinctively tried to flinch away from the dick tearing his asshole apart, but Feliks’ arms wrapped around his chest and Toris’ iron grip on his thighs meant he wasn’t moving anywhere but had to stay and take it.
There wasn’t enough air in the world to fill his lungs as he desperately tried to breathe through the pain. Somewhere behind the haze of white, though, he could hear Feliks crooning something in his ear, and realised they were both waiting. Letting him adjust. He would have laughed if he had the strength. He tried anyway, a huff of air through his lips, and Toris seemed to take that as a signal that he was alright, and began to move slightly.
It hurt, but less so now, and when Feliks’ hand slid back down his abdomen to grasp his softened cock, he had to grunt as it woke up again at the touch. They weren’t moving much in his ass, only a little really, but every motion sent a rush of sensation all the way up his spine. Then, like the flipping of a switch, it was pleasure in the forefront, the pain almost propelling it, coiling it deep and hot and insistent in his belly.
Oh fucking hell, he was going to cum. He was getting raped by two wimps whom he had beaten into submission more than once, but he was going to cum in their hands anyway. His back arched as a particularly deep thrust from Toris stretched him hard, and a strangled groan escaped his throat. His toes curled, and Feliks slicked a hand over his cock, and then he was gone, shooting ropy lengths of semen over his own abdomen, several curse words bitten off almost frantically.
Reparations? p5
anonymous
September 26 2009, 07:01:38 UTC
But the two men weren’t finished yet. Feliks was almost squeaking in his ear, and Toris was moaning lowly, but they were still thrusting into Gilbert’s tired body. Toris’ grasp had moved to Gilbert’s hips and he pulled them up slightly.
Gilbert twitched and had to give a loud moan as a feeling not unlike an electric shock thudded in his groin. Toris noticed and hit the spot again. And again. And again.
“Fuck,” Gilbert swore emphatically through gritted teeth as his body tightened back up far too quickly, his eyes squeezing closed. They had to stop. He was hanging on the edge again and it was too much. His cock was going to explode which was stupid because it wasn’t even hard...
A brash scream filled the air as everything from the tips of his toes to his shoulders seized and shook, his vision going slightly black at the edges, as pleasure barrelled through him, ruining everything in its path and leaving him a blubbering, sweaty, trembling mess.
He assumed they finished too, but the only thing his mind was good for at the moment was to drag air through his raw throat into his lungs as he draped bonelessly in Feliks’ arms.
Well, they might as well kill him now, he couldn’t help but think as the darkness at the edges of his vision expanded, and he sank into unconsciousness.
...
Ludwig sighed, and began to turn to head back to his home, when something out of the corner of his eye stopped him. Was that a flash of white hair?
He couldn’t help himself and broke out into a run, excitement pounding in his chest and rising in his throat, bitter and wonderful. Skidding to a stop, he could hardly believe his eyes.
His hair wasn’t so much white as a dingy grey, and there were cuts on his chin and lip, and his eyes were tired, with smudges so thick it looked as though his cheekbones had been bruised. Ludwig held his breath, unsure of what do say or do or even think.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow. “What? Think you’re seeing a ghost? Unfortunately for you, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Ludwig didn’t say a word, but grabbed his brother and pulled him in tight. Gilbert stiffened, but then relaxed, leaning into his brother’s hug.
Then he pulled away and punched Ludwig in the shoulder. “What was that for, you big girl?”
Re: Reparations? p5
anonymous
September 26 2009, 12:29:35 UTC
this was wonderful, anon. they didn't feel ooc at all (your prussia was fantastic), and although the ending felt a little rushed it was still a lovely reunion. ♥!
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anonymous
September 26 2009, 15:12:44 UTC
Thanks for the fill - and for hitting the bonuses, too! It was a pleasant surprise to see this fic waiting for me this morning. :) (How did Prussia get away, btw?)
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anonymous
September 26 2009, 23:34:51 UTC
I'm glad. I had such a hard time posting this after I wrote it, because I was so worried about what you'd think.
Um, I was trying to keep it ambiguous. As in, you don't know whether they let him out or he escaped or what happened, nor would you know, because NONE of them are going to talk about it, but reading it again, it does sound rushed and choppy. Sorry. OTZ
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anonymous
September 27 2009, 02:20:35 UTC
Oh, don't worry - I just decided that it works if there was a longer timeskip than I thought, and Ludwig is *just that patient* or has made a habit of going to the remains of the wall every night, because that way the escape/parole isn't tied to the sex. Er, if that made sense. Thanks again for the fill! :)
Re: Reparations? p5
anonymous
September 27 2009, 22:16:59 UTC
Other potential Authornon here.
Great story, other anon! The smut was really well written, but the ending a bit quick. I did like it overall, though :)
I'm still working on my fill! I'm planning on it to be a multichapter fill, not sure how long though. As I said before, I'm very busy! So far Ive only been able to write afew paragraphs OTL But I'll still try to get it up.
Re: Reparations? p5
anonymous
September 28 2009, 05:58:30 UTC
I'm very curious as to prussia's emotionally state after that, but eh, you can end your story wherever you want right? That was great, thanks for the fill.
He had to wonder briefly if Toris could read minds for as soon as he thought that, Toris pulled out of his mouth, but held onto his shoulders, preventing him from falling face first onto the ground.
Gilbert decided he didn’t care as he gasped greedy lungfuls of air, the first real breaths he had gotten since the whole thing began. He wished he had his hands free to wipe the spit dripping off his chin, or the sticky tracks trailing from the corners of his eyes, or maybe punch them both in the face.
“Wha...?” he had to squawk in a surprised protest when Toris pushed him up so that his back was flush against Feliks’ chest. When his legs were pulled in front of him (rather painfully, he might add), he suddenly had a flash of insight. Oh, hell, they weren’t going to...
He began struggling, but Toris held his thighs solidly. A shiver of understanding (he wouldn’t call it fear) shot down his spine at the Lithuanian’s almost inhuman strength. Is this what happened when one lived with that Russian for so long?
Trying desperately to grab any handhold on the situation, Gilbert plastered his customary grin on his sore lips, although he couldn’t quite get it into his eyes. “Normally I’d say ‘Fuck you guys,’ right about now, but I guess the point’s a little moot, isn’t it?”
Feliks snorted, but Toris said nothing and merely pressed the head of his cock against Feliks’ length at the entrance to Gilbert’s ass.
This time, there was nothing to gag his pained noises, and holy fuck, it hurt. Curses flew from Gilbert’s lips as his hips instinctively tried to flinch away from the dick tearing his asshole apart, but Feliks’ arms wrapped around his chest and Toris’ iron grip on his thighs meant he wasn’t moving anywhere but had to stay and take it.
There wasn’t enough air in the world to fill his lungs as he desperately tried to breathe through the pain. Somewhere behind the haze of white, though, he could hear Feliks crooning something in his ear, and realised they were both waiting. Letting him adjust. He would have laughed if he had the strength. He tried anyway, a huff of air through his lips, and Toris seemed to take that as a signal that he was alright, and began to move slightly.
It hurt, but less so now, and when Feliks’ hand slid back down his abdomen to grasp his softened cock, he had to grunt as it woke up again at the touch. They weren’t moving much in his ass, only a little really, but every motion sent a rush of sensation all the way up his spine. Then, like the flipping of a switch, it was pleasure in the forefront, the pain almost propelling it, coiling it deep and hot and insistent in his belly.
Oh fucking hell, he was going to cum. He was getting raped by two wimps whom he had beaten into submission more than once, but he was going to cum in their hands anyway. His back arched as a particularly deep thrust from Toris stretched him hard, and a strangled groan escaped his throat. His toes curled, and Feliks slicked a hand over his cock, and then he was gone, shooting ropy lengths of semen over his own abdomen, several curse words bitten off almost frantically.
Gilbert collapsed, panting, exhausted.
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Gilbert twitched and had to give a loud moan as a feeling not unlike an electric shock thudded in his groin. Toris noticed and hit the spot again. And again. And again.
“Fuck,” Gilbert swore emphatically through gritted teeth as his body tightened back up far too quickly, his eyes squeezing closed. They had to stop. He was hanging on the edge again and it was too much. His cock was going to explode which was stupid because it wasn’t even hard...
A brash scream filled the air as everything from the tips of his toes to his shoulders seized and shook, his vision going slightly black at the edges, as pleasure barrelled through him, ruining everything in its path and leaving him a blubbering, sweaty, trembling mess.
He assumed they finished too, but the only thing his mind was good for at the moment was to drag air through his raw throat into his lungs as he draped bonelessly in Feliks’ arms.
Well, they might as well kill him now, he couldn’t help but think as the darkness at the edges of his vision expanded, and he sank into unconsciousness.
...
Ludwig sighed, and began to turn to head back to his home, when something out of the corner of his eye stopped him. Was that a flash of white hair?
He couldn’t help himself and broke out into a run, excitement pounding in his chest and rising in his throat, bitter and wonderful. Skidding to a stop, he could hardly believe his eyes.
His hair wasn’t so much white as a dingy grey, and there were cuts on his chin and lip, and his eyes were tired, with smudges so thick it looked as though his cheekbones had been bruised. Ludwig held his breath, unsure of what do say or do or even think.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow. “What? Think you’re seeing a ghost? Unfortunately for you, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Ludwig didn’t say a word, but grabbed his brother and pulled him in tight. Gilbert stiffened, but then relaxed, leaning into his brother’s hug.
Then he pulled away and punched Ludwig in the shoulder. “What was that for, you big girl?”
Ludwig smiled. He knew it was going to be okay.
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Thanks anon
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Um, I was trying to keep it ambiguous. As in, you don't know whether they let him out or he escaped or what happened, nor would you know, because NONE of them are going to talk about it, but reading it again, it does sound rushed and choppy. Sorry. OTZ
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Thanks again for the fill! :)
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Great story, other anon! The smut was really well written, but the ending a bit quick. I did like it overall, though :)
I'm still working on my fill! I'm planning on it to be a multichapter fill, not sure how long though. As I said before, I'm very busy! So far Ive only been able to write afew paragraphs OTL But I'll still try to get it up.
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