sleep soundly, love 6/6
anonymous
February 17 2011, 16:02:23 UTC
No, I didn't abandon this. I'm so sorry this is so late OTL
The first thing that comes to Canada's mind is it fucking hurts so bad please take it out please it's too big but America's brow is furrowed in concentration as he withdraws it, then thrusts it in again, trying out different angles while Canada writhes in agony.
(He wonders if it's from how he's being stretched too far apart or if it's from the wounds on his hip, he isn't sure of anything any more)
America's eyes narrow as he slams the dagger in again and this time, this time, it hits the magic spot and Canada moans and America delights in the sound of it and does it again.
(He does his best to convince himself that the moan was involuntary and when America repeats his trick again, yet another moan escapes unbidden from his lips)
America sighs, sounding unmistakeably please as he leaves the dagger inside Canada, reaching into his pockets to produce a handkerchief. Canada's eyes flutter open just in time to catch sight of the metal rod that is hidden between the folds of the handkerchief, and America presses the tip to Canada's leaking slit and Canada freezes momentarily, not daring to breathe.
"America," Canada begins cautiously. "What are-"
"Shh," America lifts a finger to his lips and he slides the metal rod in, with infinite tenderness and Canada opens his mouth in a silent scream as his brother thrusts the rod in deeper, going so much deeper in the most intimate way Canada has ever known.
Canada moans. He doesn't know why any more, but he does. It feels good. It does. He supposes that pleasure is infinitely better than pain, so he moans again when America twists the rod, just a little.
"Do you..." America asks, in between pants as he looks at Canada in awe. "Do you like it?"
Canada doesn't reply, he doesn't know how to reply, his legs are stretched far apart and he's being filled, so completely filled and America is moving the dagger again, jerking it upwards to hit his prostate before pulling the rod out, then pushing back in again. His erection is leaking so badly, white barely leaking around the rod and he wants it, no, he needs it, he needs to spill his seed all over America's hands and (im)possibly, his face and America seems to take notice as he licks his lips, bends forward and kisses Canada.
"Shh," he whispers, hot breath a sweet caress against his brother's skin, fingers working the dagger now, thrusting furiously, in and out and in and out and in and out and then he pulls the rod out and Canada comes, hips bucking forward, screaming his brother's name.
And then America loses it. He undoes his trousers rapidly, pulling down the zip, pushing his boxers down far enough and he forces Canada's mouth open and thrusts in as his brother gags around his length, spluttering. He's too far out to care about it though, he keeps going, thrusting fervently and with a cry, he goes over the edge and pulls out and spills white all over Canada's face and lips.
"Oh, Canada," America says after a while, trying to catch his breath while Canada struggles to keep the tears at the corners of his eyes from falling. "You look beautiful."
Canada nods numbly, lying languid, dried semen feeling strange and foreign on his stomach mixed with his blood, oh yes, red and white, red and white, just like, just like...
"We will always be together," America says.
Canada doesn't reply. His throat is raw and abused, he couldn't reply even if he wanted to. At least, that's what he tells himself.
"No one can tear us apart," America declares with conviction.
Pause. Silence. Swallow. Breathe.
"No one at all."
OP, work killed me. I'm working a 12 hour job, sigh. Tomorrow's going to be from 7am to 9.30pm. Eugh. Anyway, I'm not going to guarantee a sequel. If I ever manage to... If I ever manage to, you'll see it. Hope you enjoyed this.
Oh, anon, I'm so sorry about your work T.T ... but THIS IS AMAZING and hot~ :D I'm sorry I'm barely coherent at this point. A sequel would most definitely = <3, but the story and the prequel were already pretty awesome. Thanks a billion, anon!
The first thing that comes to Canada's mind is it fucking hurts so bad please take it out please it's too big but America's brow is furrowed in concentration as he withdraws it, then thrusts it in again, trying out different angles while Canada writhes in agony.
(He wonders if it's from how he's being stretched too far apart or if it's from the wounds on his hip, he isn't sure of anything any more)
America's eyes narrow as he slams the dagger in again and this time, this time, it hits the magic spot and Canada moans and America delights in the sound of it and does it again.
(He does his best to convince himself that the moan was involuntary and when America repeats his trick again, yet another moan escapes unbidden from his lips)
America sighs, sounding unmistakeably please as he leaves the dagger inside Canada, reaching into his pockets to produce a handkerchief. Canada's eyes flutter open just in time to catch sight of the metal rod that is hidden between the folds of the handkerchief, and America presses the tip to Canada's leaking slit and Canada freezes momentarily, not daring to breathe.
"America," Canada begins cautiously. "What are-"
"Shh," America lifts a finger to his lips and he slides the metal rod in, with infinite tenderness and Canada opens his mouth in a silent scream as his brother thrusts the rod in deeper, going so much deeper in the most intimate way Canada has ever known.
Canada moans. He doesn't know why any more, but he does. It feels good. It does. He supposes that pleasure is infinitely better than pain, so he moans again when America twists the rod, just a little.
"Do you..." America asks, in between pants as he looks at Canada in awe. "Do you like it?"
Canada doesn't reply, he doesn't know how to reply, his legs are stretched far apart and he's being filled, so completely filled and America is moving the dagger again, jerking it upwards to hit his prostate before pulling the rod out, then pushing back in again. His erection is leaking so badly, white barely leaking around the rod and he wants it, no, he needs it, he needs to spill his seed all over America's hands and (im)possibly, his face and America seems to take notice as he licks his lips, bends forward and kisses Canada.
"Shh," he whispers, hot breath a sweet caress against his brother's skin, fingers working the dagger now, thrusting furiously, in and out and in and out and in and out and then he pulls the rod out and Canada comes, hips bucking forward, screaming his brother's name.
And then America loses it. He undoes his trousers rapidly, pulling down the zip, pushing his boxers down far enough and he forces Canada's mouth open and thrusts in as his brother gags around his length, spluttering. He's too far out to care about it though, he keeps going, thrusting fervently and with a cry, he goes over the edge and pulls out and spills white all over Canada's face and lips.
"Oh, Canada," America says after a while, trying to catch his breath while Canada struggles to keep the tears at the corners of his eyes from falling. "You look beautiful."
Canada nods numbly, lying languid, dried semen feeling strange and foreign on his stomach mixed with his blood, oh yes, red and white, red and white, just like, just like...
"We will always be together," America says.
Canada doesn't reply. His throat is raw and abused, he couldn't reply even if he wanted to. At least, that's what he tells himself.
"No one can tear us apart," America declares with conviction.
Pause. Silence. Swallow. Breathe.
"No one at all."
OP, work killed me. I'm working a 12 hour job, sigh. Tomorrow's going to be from 7am to 9.30pm. Eugh. Anyway, I'm not going to guarantee a sequel. If I ever manage to... If I ever manage to, you'll see it. Hope you enjoyed this.
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PS. Good luck with your job hunt. =D
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