Celluloid Nightmare [2a/5]
anonymous
September 12 2010, 10:47:17 UTC
Test Ivan was right, Gilbert finds. Ludwig hardly acknowledges his announcement to leave-likely because he’s trying to clean while Feliciano cooks again…Gilbert makes a note to talk to him about that. He passes by Antonio’s room and nearly meets the door as it’s thrown open and Lovino storms out. Antonio soon follows, dorky smile still on his face as he calls apologies and words of undying affection after the Italian; he, at least, graces the Prussian with a wave before he seems to realize the Italian’s still ignoring him and continues chase. Gilbert decides that dining with Ivan and Yao is probably his safest bet for the night and even remembers to knock when he gets there.
He was expecting Ivan; when Yao answers the door, he near turns tail. He stays, however and offers a small bow before he attempts any of his egocentric talk, “So, since the awesome me is finally here, we can eat now, right?”
“That depends, aru. Are you going to try making me bow to the epitome of awesome again, aru?”
The Chinese nation chuckles when Gilbert flushes, attempting to defend himself, and merely waves it off, “Never mind, aru. Please, come in, aru.”
The room smells oddly of incense and…Russia. Gilbert twitches and goes straight for the kitchen, trying to pinpoint why he’s suddenly reminded of the Soviet house. He half expects to find Toris and is only slightly relieved when he finds that Ivan was the one cooking in the small kitchen. Behind him, Yao barely stifles another chuckle-it’s enough to make Gilbert jump and whirl around- and is smiling up at him, “Ivan wanted to make something you’re familiar with, aru. And if I recall correctly, you weren’t too fond of my cooking as a child, were you, aru?”
“In my defense, Gramps forcing it down my throat didn’t help.” Gilbert mumbled, slowly edging out of the kitchen area. There was a small table set up across from a pair of Queen sized beds, places set for three. He took to the end of one of the beds instead, keeping a wary eye on the other two, “So…why are we suddenly inviting my awesome to dinner? I mean, I know my awesome should grace everyone and everything, but seriously.”
“We wanted to talk, aru.” Yao’s still smiling as he settles himself on the floor a few feet from Gilbert’s legs, “Namely about you and--.”
“Two seconds.” The albino raised his hand to stop the elder nation, “If this is turning into a therapy or lecture session I’m going to need something a lot stronger than your high as Hell incense. Where’s the beer?”
Yao gave him a look-one that reminded him of his grandfather for a moment- before breaking into a small smile, “In the mini-fridge, aru. I asked Ivan to grab you a few so you wouldn’t be subjected to the vodka, aru.” The beer didn’t sound too inviting anymore. So, Gilbert put on his best ‘I’m too awesome for that’ smile and shrugged.
“The awesome me doesn’t need it that bad. Have at then. Why are we questioning my awesome?”
The questioning seemed to have been all but skipped; he’d hardly blinked before he realized he had the Chinese nation kneeling in front of him, let alone realized that he was being kissed. He gave a small start, almost jerking backwards; he told himself he didn’t because Yao had a grip on the front of his shirt…and because the kiss leaves a strange, small tinge of opium. He tells himself that it’s curiousity that keeps him locked in the kiss, as he’s more than certain that the opium had long been out of the man’s system. The kiss ends all too soon in his opinion and leaves him in a slight daze-he blames it on the incense and opium to keep from admitting he’d enjoyed it. Yao is still kneeling in front of him, hands folded delicately on Gilbert’s knees and a curious smile is on his face; before Gilbert can attempt to form coherent thoughts to question the smile, his daze is broken by a startled swear that barely conceals a moan. Teeth are at his neck; one hand is tilting his head, the other is pressed lightly over his abdomen, enough to keep him from jerking away, though that’s the last thought on his mind. He’s leaning into the teeth before he realizes it and lets out a frustrated growl when they’re gone.
Celluloid Nightmare [2b/5]
anonymous
September 12 2010, 10:49:58 UTC
He glares upward, finding Ivan hovering behind him. The Russian is smiling, that disturbingly childish smile that sends shivers down Gilbert’s spine whenever he thinks of the man in any sexual situation. Yao obviously shares the sentiment as he reaches up, swatting gently at the blonde, sighing in a teasing manner, “Ivan, how many times must I ask you not to smile like that, aru? I feel enough like a pedophile without that, aru. And I’m certain Gilbert agrees, don’t you, aru?”
“Yeah, kind of creepy as fuck.” He mumbles before he can stop himself. He clamps his mouth shut, expecting the ‘kolkolkol’ noise to come from the Russian. When it doesn’t come, he frowns and looks between the two. Both are smiling again and Yao leans up, brushing another kiss against his lips. There’s no need for words; that night marks the first that Gilbert manages to sleep through, somehow ending up between the Russian and Asian, though he isn’t complaining in the least.
Keeping a Secret They keep it up for the rest of the meeting; Gilbert learns to keep his suit buttoned all the way up to hide the “love nibbles” and has perfected sneaking out of the hotel room after his brother is occupied with Feliciano and sneaking into the conference room before anyone can guess where he’s gone. Ivan is the most understanding of the sneaking, enough that he doesn’t question it immediately. Yao is obviously more unsettled by the ritual but doesn’t push for an answer. Instead he makes sure that he’s up early enough to wake the Prussian so the charade can be kept up.
No one notices-not that they notice Gilbert to begin with, really- until Ludwig decides he’s suddenly curious about where his brother's been sleeping. He questions the other two members of the trio first; logic would say that if he were sneaking off, he’d likely be with his best friends. Francis toys with him for a few moments before a young man next to him answers straight out that they hadn’t seen Gilbert at all except during the day. Ludwig vaguely wonders who the new person is, but brushes it off in favour of questioning Antonio. The initial response is a barrage of inanimate objects-ranging from pens to pitchers- being thrown by Lovino; when Antonio manages to calm him down long enough to hear the question, he shakes his head and assures Ludwig that he’s been catering to the angry Italian for the length of the meeting.
Logic would then be to ask Gilbert. The albino laughs it off and calls him paranoid; says he’s been sleeping on the couch…and when Ludwig thinks about it, the couch has been littered the past few nights in ways that suggested his brother’s sleeping habits. He was going to let it go, but a dark mark makes him turn back around. Just below the top button of his collar, there’s a bruise. He promptly grabs him and drags him out of the room, ignoring that Arthur’s already started to talk. He calls an apology to the Briton and as he’s turning back to face forward, he doesn’t miss the startled, worried expressions on Ivan and Yao’s faces. He doesn’t miss Gilbert giving them an apologetic look. He does, though, miss his brother mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ to the two as he yanks him down the hall.
Ivan was right, Gilbert finds. Ludwig hardly acknowledges his announcement to leave-likely because he’s trying to clean while Feliciano cooks again…Gilbert makes a note to talk to him about that. He passes by Antonio’s room and nearly meets the door as it’s thrown open and Lovino storms out. Antonio soon follows, dorky smile still on his face as he calls apologies and words of undying affection after the Italian; he, at least, graces the Prussian with a wave before he seems to realize the Italian’s still ignoring him and continues chase. Gilbert decides that dining with Ivan and Yao is probably his safest bet for the night and even remembers to knock when he gets there.
He was expecting Ivan; when Yao answers the door, he near turns tail. He stays, however and offers a small bow before he attempts any of his egocentric talk, “So, since the awesome me is finally here, we can eat now, right?”
“That depends, aru. Are you going to try making me bow to the epitome of awesome again, aru?”
The Chinese nation chuckles when Gilbert flushes, attempting to defend himself, and merely waves it off, “Never mind, aru. Please, come in, aru.”
The room smells oddly of incense and…Russia. Gilbert twitches and goes straight for the kitchen, trying to pinpoint why he’s suddenly reminded of the Soviet house. He half expects to find Toris and is only slightly relieved when he finds that Ivan was the one cooking in the small kitchen. Behind him, Yao barely stifles another chuckle-it’s enough to make Gilbert jump and whirl around- and is smiling up at him, “Ivan wanted to make something you’re familiar with, aru. And if I recall correctly, you weren’t too fond of my cooking as a child, were you, aru?”
“In my defense, Gramps forcing it down my throat didn’t help.” Gilbert mumbled, slowly edging out of the kitchen area. There was a small table set up across from a pair of Queen sized beds, places set for three. He took to the end of one of the beds instead, keeping a wary eye on the other two, “So…why are we suddenly inviting my awesome to dinner? I mean, I know my awesome should grace everyone and everything, but seriously.”
“We wanted to talk, aru.” Yao’s still smiling as he settles himself on the floor a few feet from Gilbert’s legs, “Namely about you and--.”
“Two seconds.” The albino raised his hand to stop the elder nation, “If this is turning into a therapy or lecture session I’m going to need something a lot stronger than your high as Hell incense. Where’s the beer?”
Yao gave him a look-one that reminded him of his grandfather for a moment- before breaking into a small smile, “In the mini-fridge, aru. I asked Ivan to grab you a few so you wouldn’t be subjected to the vodka, aru.” The beer didn’t sound too inviting anymore. So, Gilbert put on his best ‘I’m too awesome for that’ smile and shrugged.
“The awesome me doesn’t need it that bad. Have at then. Why are we questioning my awesome?”
The questioning seemed to have been all but skipped; he’d hardly blinked before he realized he had the Chinese nation kneeling in front of him, let alone realized that he was being kissed. He gave a small start, almost jerking backwards; he told himself he didn’t because Yao had a grip on the front of his shirt…and because the kiss leaves a strange, small tinge of opium. He tells himself that it’s curiousity that keeps him locked in the kiss, as he’s more than certain that the opium had long been out of the man’s system. The kiss ends all too soon in his opinion and leaves him in a slight daze-he blames it on the incense and opium to keep from admitting he’d enjoyed it. Yao is still kneeling in front of him, hands folded delicately on Gilbert’s knees and a curious smile is on his face; before Gilbert can attempt to form coherent thoughts to question the smile, his daze is broken by a startled swear that barely conceals a moan. Teeth are at his neck; one hand is tilting his head, the other is pressed lightly over his abdomen, enough to keep him from jerking away, though that’s the last thought on his mind. He’s leaning into the teeth before he realizes it and lets out a frustrated growl when they’re gone.
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“Yeah, kind of creepy as fuck.” He mumbles before he can stop himself. He clamps his mouth shut, expecting the ‘kolkolkol’ noise to come from the Russian. When it doesn’t come, he frowns and looks between the two. Both are smiling again and Yao leans up, brushing another kiss against his lips. There’s no need for words; that night marks the first that Gilbert manages to sleep through, somehow ending up between the Russian and Asian, though he isn’t complaining in the least.
Keeping a Secret
They keep it up for the rest of the meeting; Gilbert learns to keep his suit buttoned all the way up to hide the “love nibbles” and has perfected sneaking out of the hotel room after his brother is occupied with Feliciano and sneaking into the conference room before anyone can guess where he’s gone. Ivan is the most understanding of the sneaking, enough that he doesn’t question it immediately. Yao is obviously more unsettled by the ritual but doesn’t push for an answer. Instead he makes sure that he’s up early enough to wake the Prussian so the charade can be kept up.
No one notices-not that they notice Gilbert to begin with, really- until Ludwig decides he’s suddenly curious about where his brother's been sleeping. He questions the other two members of the trio first; logic would say that if he were sneaking off, he’d likely be with his best friends. Francis toys with him for a few moments before a young man next to him answers straight out that they hadn’t seen Gilbert at all except during the day. Ludwig vaguely wonders who the new person is, but brushes it off in favour of questioning Antonio. The initial response is a barrage of inanimate objects-ranging from pens to pitchers- being thrown by Lovino; when Antonio manages to calm him down long enough to hear the question, he shakes his head and assures Ludwig that he’s been catering to the angry Italian for the length of the meeting.
Logic would then be to ask Gilbert. The albino laughs it off and calls him paranoid; says he’s been sleeping on the couch…and when Ludwig thinks about it, the couch has been littered the past few nights in ways that suggested his brother’s sleeping habits. He was going to let it go, but a dark mark makes him turn back around. Just below the top button of his collar, there’s a bruise. He promptly grabs him and drags him out of the room, ignoring that Arthur’s already started to talk. He calls an apology to the Briton and as he’s turning back to face forward, he doesn’t miss the startled, worried expressions on Ivan and Yao’s faces. He doesn’t miss Gilbert giving them an apologetic look. He does, though, miss his brother mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ to the two as he yanks him down the hall.
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