With a Kiss Like Blackness [1/1]
anonymous
June 4 2010, 23:08:29 UTC
This is not the author-anon from before. This is so fucked up. -sob- I hope you like it OP.
Estonia didn’t mind the blood.
He actually thought it complimented Jaan’s pale cheeks (which were growing paler) quite nicely. Though, he didn’t count on how much the person weighed when he pulled the male to his chest (dead weight, he thought with a somewhat cynical smile). He was still warm, and Estonia wrapped his arms around him with a faint sad emotion enveloping him at the fact that this wouldn’t be possible if he was alive.
But it was alright, Estonia didn’t mind the blood. He thought that wherever Jaan was now, he would be happy to be relieved of his oppression, even if he didn’t notice it during life. The Baltic wondered how the other could look so betrayed at Estonia pushing the gun between his eyes, when he was being given such a huge favor.
Estonia met him randomly and they had struck up a casual relationship. Jaan had been complaining about his life for months, each complaint worse than the last, and when tragedy struck in his family, the last straw was his girlfriend leaving him. Apparently, he had been in love with her, but was being duped out of his money and Estonia took it upon himself relieve his citizen of his pain. He couldn’t do it for his brothers, so at least he could do it for his "child."
The Baltic had always wanted to be there for him, in a more romantic, intimate way (to tell the truth, Estonia thought he was a little in love), but the rules of nations dictated that they weren’t allowed to be with humans and Estonia was never one for breaking rules.
Estonia turned the male’s head towards his in a way that probably would have been uncomfortable to kiss his blue-ish lips. He was still so beautiful; his girlfriend really didn’t appreciate what she had.
Estonia was, however, one for loopholes. And Jaan wasn’t his citizen if he wasn’t alive. It was truly win-win, because Estonia didn’t want the other to suffer anymore and, not only could the Baltic be with him, but he was eternally relieved of his pain. This was the best and the most logical course of action. He didn’t mind the blood.
With some maneuvering around, he got the male on the floor and spread his naked legs apart. Estonia rubbed himself to full hardness and lifted the other’s legs to position himself properly. He had to hurry before rigor mortis set in.
With a small, sad smile, he pushed in and enjoyed how the body was still relatively tight, still warm. Feeling pleasure coursing through his body, he pushed in and out, and still wished the other could be there to enjoy it also. But then, he might not have accepted this, so perhaps it was for the best.
With a small gasp, he came, filling the cooling body with even more warmth, and pulled out. It was a shame it had to be like this, but the other would be protected from pain from now on and Estonia got his wish of intimacy. He couldn’t regret it, as Russia told him once.
After he zipped up his pants, he paused and kissed the other’s cheek, despite the drying curtain of red. He really didn’t mind it.
Re: With a Kiss Like Blackness [1/1]
anonymous
June 22 2010, 10:09:16 UTC
I didn't think there'd be a necro fic either, and was thinking of skipping it even if there was, but somehow this fic grabbed me, in all its twisted glory.
Estonia didn’t mind the blood.
He actually thought it complimented Jaan’s pale cheeks (which were growing paler) quite nicely. Though, he didn’t count on how much the person weighed when he pulled the male to his chest (dead weight, he thought with a somewhat cynical smile). He was still warm, and Estonia wrapped his arms around him with a faint sad emotion enveloping him at the fact that this wouldn’t be possible if he was alive.
But it was alright, Estonia didn’t mind the blood. He thought that wherever Jaan was now, he would be happy to be relieved of his oppression, even if he didn’t notice it during life. The Baltic wondered how the other could look so betrayed at Estonia pushing the gun between his eyes, when he was being given such a huge favor.
Estonia met him randomly and they had struck up a casual relationship. Jaan had been complaining about his life for months, each complaint worse than the last, and when tragedy struck in his family, the last straw was his girlfriend leaving him. Apparently, he had been in love with her, but was being duped out of his money and Estonia took it upon himself relieve his citizen of his pain. He couldn’t do it for his brothers, so at least he could do it for his "child."
The Baltic had always wanted to be there for him, in a more romantic, intimate way (to tell the truth, Estonia thought he was a little in love), but the rules of nations dictated that they weren’t allowed to be with humans and Estonia was never one for breaking rules.
Estonia turned the male’s head towards his in a way that probably would have been uncomfortable to kiss his blue-ish lips. He was still so beautiful; his girlfriend really didn’t appreciate what she had.
Estonia was, however, one for loopholes. And Jaan wasn’t his citizen if he wasn’t alive. It was truly win-win, because Estonia didn’t want the other to suffer anymore and, not only could the Baltic be with him, but he was eternally relieved of his pain. This was the best and the most logical course of action. He didn’t mind the blood.
With some maneuvering around, he got the male on the floor and spread his naked legs apart. Estonia rubbed himself to full hardness and lifted the other’s legs to position himself properly. He had to hurry before rigor mortis set in.
With a small, sad smile, he pushed in and enjoyed how the body was still relatively tight, still warm. Feeling pleasure coursing through his body, he pushed in and out, and still wished the other could be there to enjoy it also. But then, he might not have accepted this, so perhaps it was for the best.
With a small gasp, he came, filling the cooling body with even more warmth, and pulled out. It was a shame it had to be like this, but the other would be protected from pain from now on and Estonia got his wish of intimacy. He couldn’t regret it, as Russia told him once.
After he zipped up his pants, he paused and kissed the other’s cheek, despite the drying curtain of red. He really didn’t mind it.
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Yes, it's fucked up, that's the point! A thanks so much for filling it~ ^^
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Tougth, I'm a little worry that it didn't disturbed me at all.
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