African Heat [1/?]
anonymous
May 19 2011, 00:31:32 UTC
Not a single noise was being made.
"Aw, Jesus, West!" Gilbert Belischmidt cried as he threw down his binoculars, rolling in the sand in frustration. "I'm fucking tired of this! Why can't we go back to camp!?"
"Rommel told us not to." Ludwig replied, his eyes focused on the rays rising over the desert sand trying to find any sign of a tank or an army advancing from the East. He was rewarded with nothing other than his brother making a commotion beside him, swatting at a fly that tried to land on his head.
"I fucking hate it here!" He spat, leaping up to kick, hit, and claw at the sand. "This... Fucking... place! FUCK YOU AFRICA!"
"Gilbert, stop being so loud and get down!" Ludwig snapped, reaching over to haul his brother back down to a lying position, hitting him as he did. "You could have just given away our position, do you know that?!"
"Are you kidding me?" Gilbert spat, looking at his legs and the large red spot that surrounded his calves. "Arthur isn't a fucking moron like us! He's probably in a tent right now with drinks and a man servant sucking his shitty small cock!" Ludwig flushed at his words. "While we're out here like fucking idiots roasting and waiting for an attack that will not happen!"
There was a long pause, Ludwig chewing his cheek at his words when he felt a hand grasp his now-tanned forearm, squeezing it for a second before it relaxed.
"West, please." He mumbled, staring at him with dark eyes. "Get us out of here."
Ludwig frowned before he put his binoculars down.
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"Germany." Came the surprised voice. "What are you doing back? Has Montgomery come already?"
"No, Rommel, he hasn't." Ludwig bowed slightly, his skin tingling as it came in contact with the shade of the tent, his eyes staring hungrily at the pitcher of water on the makeshift table. "My brother is... not dealing well with the heat and neither am I, I'm afraid."
The commander frowned before he shifted to look behind him, staring at the pale nation beyond him who was downing several glasses of water at once while a soldier stared at him angrily.
"I see." He said sounding highly unamused and Ludwig felt his cheeks grow as hot as the sands outside out of embarrassment. His commander merely turned back to his desk, shuffling a few official documents before he started to read one of them carefully. Ludwig stood as still as he could, awaiting his new orders when his eyes flicked to the page.
He recognized Adolf's signature and he chewed his lips, trying to remain still. He should have stayed out in the sun and sent his brother back alone. He was a nation for God's Sake, he should be showing the rest of the men how tough he was not crawling back to complain.
Behind him he heard a belch and a snort before a hand slapped his back and Gilbert came to stand by his side.
"Erwin, it fucking SUCKS out there!" He said loudly and Ludwig went a deep shade of red, his knees shaking as he tried to control himself. Honestly, Gilbert, sometimes...
He was shocked that Rommel didn't reprimand him for being so rude in his presence. "Who is to relieve you two once your shift is done?"
Gilbert looked at Ludwig who frowned before he began to think. "...Hessler and Helmrich."
African Heat [2/?]
anonymous
May 19 2011, 00:32:40 UTC
"And how long does their shift last."
"If they relieved us at the correct time, they would be done at two in the morning." Ludwig spoke, purposely stressing the 'correct time' to make his brother possibly feel guilty about what he had done. He looked unphased.
"Tell them to take the rest of your shift." He said, looking up at his country with weary eyes. "You will relieve them at the time they would have came to get you and stay until their shift is done."
"What!?" Gilbert sputtered but Ludwig kicked him as hard as he could, bowing to his leader as Gilbert crumbled beside him.
"Yes, Rommel, thank you for your generosity."
"Of course, Germany." He nodded and Gilbert growled as he looked up, opening his mouth before it was shut for him, the scruff of his uniform grabbed by his brother's strong arms so he could throw him out before he could complain. Gilbert yelped as he hit the hot sand outside, his legs kicking as they were dragged from their commanders tent to the one him and his brother occupied.
Ludwig threw him inside, ignoring the chuckle and murmurs from the soldiers around him.
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"Dick." Gilbert said for the hundredth time, his cheeks puffed out in annoyance as he looked through his binoculars. Ludwig ignored him, writing down the time in his pocket book before he pulled the blanket that was spread across his shoulders closer to his body, the air starting to cool down. "Asshole."
"Gilbert, shut up!" He growled. His brother pushed some sand at him, sulking as he did.
"Why do you suck that guy's dick anyways?!" He started, dropping his binoculars in the sand. "Does he suck yours or fuck you raw or what!?"
Ludwig went pink. "He is our leader and we need to obey him while we are here!" His voice squeaked a little as a few images entered his head. "And I don't even do that! Honestly, Gilbert, stop being a disgusting baby!"
"I'm not!" He snapped, rolling onto his back to look at the purple sky. "But we're his fucking nations! He should be bending over backwards to help us not turn into fried chicken and wurst!"
"Fried chicken?" Ludwig muttered in confusion and Gilbert grinned beside him.
"Yeah, because you're such a chicken you won't even stand up to the man!" He shielded his eyes as sand was sprayed at his face.
"Gilbert, he's a nice person!" Ludwig began, grabbing his binoculars so he could look through them out at the landscape. "He's better than Adolf some days..."
"Everyone's better than that drama queen."
For once, Ludwig smiled at something his brother had said, lowering the lens for a moment.
"But Hermann's still the best." There was a pause. "You're such a predictable goody-goody."
Ludwig said nothing. He continued to look out, catching glimpse of an object moving in the distance before he realized it was just an animal running from the lowering sun. He sighed and looked at the sky, watching the clouds move slowly before he began to think. How long would they be here? How long until Adolf called him back?
"West?"
"Hmm." He picked up his pen, noting the position the animal was running towards just in case it was crucial.
"Fuck me."
He accidentally dragged the pen off his notepad, his face turning hot as he stared at the mistake he made.
"W-What!?"
"Fuck me!" Gilbert whined again and he turned to see his brother on his side with his shirt open. The sand underneath his body was tinted a light pink from the dipping sun and his skin seemed to glow, tantalizing Ludwig with what he could do. He choked.
African Heat [3/?]
anonymous
May 19 2011, 00:34:05 UTC
"G-Gilbert! We're supposed to be on the lookout!" He snapped, pointing to the land ahead of him and his brother shrugged, rubbing his gloved hand up his body, pausing to tease one of his nipples.
"We can still be on the lookout." He licked his lips. "Do me like a dog, West, and I'll keep an eye out..." He turned onto his stomach, raising himself up on his hands and knees, arching his back before he smiled. "Or do you want me to fuck you?"
"N-NO!" Ludwig bolted up from his position, forgetting that he was supposed to be hidden, his eyes shooting back to the camp not far from them. "Gilbert... F-Fuck. We're in a war here!" He brain screamed at him to use logic to disarm his brother while his cock twitched in his pants, trying to egg him on towards mating with his brother. "We're supposed to be doing a job! Not... f-fucking in the sand where anyone can see us!"
"Do you ever get tired of being a stick-in-the-mud?!" Gilbert complained, leaning up so he was on his knees, reaching down to pet his cock through his pants. Ludwig turned red before he snapped up and grabbed his hand, wrenching it off his tenting shorts and dragging him back down into the sand. This time Gilbert slapped some sand at him and he winced as it entered his eye. He let out a groan of frustration, tearing up as he rubbed his eyes.
"You are such a child!"
"And you need to fucking relax!" Gilbert shot back, rolling onto his back so he could start properly jerking off. "Who cares if we're in a war! That didn't stop you from humping the shit out of me back in 1917!"
Ludwig's face went red and he avoided his gaze, looking down at his notepad. Gilbert grinned, unbuckling his belt to lower his shorts more, exposing himself to the African evening.
"Yeah, I wasn't asleep and I knew exactly what you were doing! So don't give me that 'it was cold outside' shit either!" He cackled and Ludwig dropped his binoculars, raising himself up so he towered over his brother. Gilbert merely grinned, still moving his hand on his cock, purring as precum started to form at the tip. Ludwig kicked sand at him, making him stop and sputter, curling over onto his side to shake it off his uniform.
He pinned him to the sand.
"HEY! West! Dammit, my dick is in the sand!" Gilbert yapped, squirming underneath him but it was useless to even try. "I better not have sand in my cum!"
"Gilbert... Shut up."
Ludwig grabbed his brother and threw him over the top of the sand dune, quickly following after him until they were out of sight from the camp. As soon as Gilbert stopped tumbling and got his bearings he was pinned down again, his head hitting the cooling sand hard, red eyes snapping open. Ludwig merely grinned, using his legs to spread his brother's before he leaned down and kissed him, purring as Gilbert bit his lip.
He licked at the blood that he drew. "Bastard."
"Whatever you lying sack of shit!" Gilbert grinned pulling one of his legs away from underneath Ludwig's and hooking it around his waist. "I knew you were into this awesome plan of mine as soon as you saw my chest!" He reached up and grabbed the Iron cross that lay around Ludwig's neck, tugging at it playfully. "You always act like you don't want to fuck and then turn around and grab me... it's really predictable, West. I can read you like a book!"
"Can you now?" His eyes flashed and he purposely squeezed his brother's arms, causing the skin underneath to flush red.
"I'm the motherfucking Prussia, West... I know your fucking routine!" His white teeth stood out as he bared them at him, grinning as he did. Ludwig smirked back, baring his for a moment before he forced Gilbert onto his stomach, biting down deep on his neck like an animal going in for the kill. Gilbert let out a cry, arching his back against him before he was again pinned back against the sand, his brother lapping at the wound he made.
African Heat [4/?]
anonymous
May 19 2011, 00:35:13 UTC
"O-OW! Shit!" He whined dramatically before his trousers were ripped down and dry fingers immediately started prodding at his entrance. Ludwig leaned up, looking down at the mark he created before he sunk his teeth into his shoulder, moving up and down to scar his skin. He ignored the complaining below and pushed a finger in, wiggling it around. Gilbert clenched down on it, whimpering as he did before he let out chuckle, his voice shaking a bit.
"J-Jeez, West, that's your tactic?! A-Austria could do better!" He started to laugh and Ludwig pulled away, throwing his brother over onto his back, knocking the wind out of him as he did. He grabbed his brother's canteen of water and poured it over his dirty hands, wetting them before he forced two fingers in. Gilbert slapped a hand over his mouth, tears forming in his eyes, but he allowed the intrusion, his legs spreading wider. Ludwig thrust them in and out, looking up to see his brother's reaction, smirking as he did.
He was shaking, his cheeks red, but he quickly wiped away his pleasure to snort and try and take another dig at him when their eyes met. "P-P-Predict-table! I'm t-telling you!"
His ankles soon hit the sand near his head and Ludwig plunged his tongue into him, lapping at the bit of blood that was there. Gilbert choked out a moan, his legs shaking as he pulled at his jacket, clawing at the pockets to try and contain himself. Ludwig only grinned before he added his fingers to the mix, thrusting them down with his tongue, spreading his brother wide.
He couldn't wait to fuck him raw.
"P...Pre... Predict..!" A strained voice came from below and he once again ignored it, grabbing his brother's waist instead. He flopped down in the sand on his side, pulling Gilbert's back towards him before he lifted his right leg up to expose his abused hole, lining himself up. One check to his brother's face, which was flushed with closed eyes, and he thrust his entire length in, whimpering himself as Gilbert clenched down on him tightly. His brother let out a loud cry of pain, his fingers diving into the sand to try and claw it for stability, but he had no grip and had to resort to grabbing onto Ludwig's forearm behind him for support, drool dripping from his lips.
Ludwig paused, his heart beginning to race. "Gilbert, a-are you okay?"
His brother shook, tears falling from his eyes before he shook his head, letting out a strained pant. Ludwig began to withdraw, guilt filling his body. How could he do such a thing? He should have-
"Y-You're so fucking predict-able." Gilbert let out a laugh, another tear falling from his eyes to dissolve in the sands below. "A-A sadist with a g-guilty conscious?! That's the definition of you!"
He turned his head, sporting his usual cocky grin albeit with a few tears. Ludwig frowned, feeling his heart still race and he hugged him to his body, resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Gilbert, are you alright?" He asked in all seriousness. "Do you want me to stop?"
"What am I, a woman?" He snorted. "God, West, honestly. Every single time you just keep rolling out the predictable wagon!" He brought a finger up, grinning as he did before he began to list all the things he had done. "Try to be cool and dominant, check! Go right to sex, check! Feel guilty, check!"
Ludwig narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightening on his brother's skin.
"Oh! Now being pissed off, check! Now, are we going to do it like dogs or are you sick of that position yet?"
His guilt vaporized with his brother's last sentence and he grabbed his arms roughly, forcing his body to turn away from him and to the sky before he fell on his back and planted his feet on the ground, thrusting up as hard as he could. He didn't care for if he got his brother off in the process but by the sounds of his screams it was working.
African Heat [5/6]
anonymous
May 19 2011, 00:36:28 UTC
"A-AH! WEST!" Gilbert howled, arching his back as he bucked back on his dick, his own cock bouncing up and down, leaking his essence out. "SHIT! WEST! P-PREDICTABLE!"
Ludwig growled and hooked an arm around his neck, applying a bit of pressure to choke him as he fucked his body. Gilbert clawed at his forearms, his muscles spasming against his cock as he did sending him into a bigger frenzy.
He saw his brother release, drops of his cum hitting his torso as it made an arch and he let out a groan at how tight he seemed to have gotten.
He let go of his neck, Gilbert letting out a loud gasp before he pulled out and grabbed the mess of silver hair, turning his brother's face so he could spill his load.
Gilbert made a whimper before the fluid hit his face, connecting with the bridge of his nose before it dripped in every direction. Ludwig held his throbbing cock, trying to milk the rest out before he let go of his brother's hair, his legs shaking as he stepped back.
Gilbert sat in the sand, shivering as cum dripped from his face. Ludwig could only grin, watching him reach up to wipe semen from his eyelid. The contrast was fantastic.
"...Brother." Ludwig leaned down and kissed him, smirking as he felt his brother's lips tremble before they became powerful again, trying to dominate. He pulled away with another grin, licking his lips to taste the mixture of his semen and Gilbert's saliva before he felt his chest puff out a bit.
"Was that predictable?" He asked with pride and Gilbert seemed a bit surprised before he snorted and went back to his usual cocky grin.
"Yeah! Like I said, you're as predictable as Arthur's stupid tea time!" He teased, ignoring the semen that dripped from his chin. "West, one day you'll leaaaaRNNMMPH!"
Ludwig silenced him with his cock, grabbing his nose tight as he shoved it in his mouth. Gilbert started to bite but a slap to the head cured him of his thoughts. He narrowed his eyes at the laughter that came next.
"You didn't seem to see that coming, dear brother." Ludwig cocked his head, admiring how well he filled his mouth. It was almost a perfect fit. "Now clean me up."
He smirked at the muffled curse he got in return. Gilbert remained still for a moment, his cheeks turning red before he closed his eyes and began to move, his tongue sliding over the head of his cock. Ludwig brought his hands up, lacing them into the silver strands before he looked up at the sky, counting the few stars that had now shown up.
He felt his brother gag a bit and he pulled back, savouring the loud, wet pop that came when he disconnected from his brother. Gilbert took in a breath before he spit into the sand, ears burning.
African Heat [6/6]
anonymous
May 19 2011, 00:38:23 UTC
Ludwig laughed before he fell back down to the sand, grabbing his brother's hands before he kissed him, his tongue rolling over his. Gilbert seemed to immediately forgive him and wrap his arms around his neck, shuffling onto his lap as they sat in the shade making out like a couple of teenagers. He broke to lean down and kiss his Iron cross, licking at his Adam's apple before he froze, his fingertips digging into Ludwig's skin. His brother frowned, watching his pupils dilate and he turned to see the barrel of a gun pointed at him, Arthur standing above them with an obvious erection in his pants.
"Well, well, well. Nice to finally find you fuckers in this shithole of a country." He laughed in English, releasing the safety on the gun before he aimed the barrel at Gilbert's head. "Now stick your damn hands in the air or I'll add another scar to that fucking body of yours."
Ludwig went red as he slowly lifted his hands. Gilbert remained in place, his shocked expression melting before he grinned, his eyes flashing with bloodlust.
"Arthur... how nice to see you!" He sang in English, his German accent cutting in with his pronunciation. "Why don't you explain to our boss how you got hard watching gay incest..."
Arthur frowned before he heard a click and his eyes turned to see a man above him, his expression hard as he aimed the machine gun at his head. Ludwig felt like he wanted to die and Gilbert grinned, shifting on his lap.
"Hello, dear Rommel." He winked, not caring that the man didn't acknowledge his presence. "Are you going to save us or join in?"
"Gilbert... shut up."
Not a sound was made.
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WTF DID I JUST WRITE? WTF WAS THIS SHIT? *insert Picard* Oh God, I am sorry Kink Meme D8 I'm sorry Rommel! GAH!
Re: African Heat [6/6]
anonymous
May 19 2011, 01:00:33 UTC
Anoooooon! A;kn;akdnga;kdnad. My brains, you have melted them. SO. FUCKING. HOT.
I fucking love bitchy!Prussia during sex, he was so fantastic. Also, Ludwig as a 'sadist with a guilty conscience'? Hnnnnngh, yes, so much yes. And a little bit of breathplay, guh. You hit so many of my buttons, anon.
Also long-suffering Rommel makes me giggle like an idiot.
This fill was delightful and gorgeous and sexy as hell. Thank you so much, authoranon!
Re: African Heat [6/6]
anonymous
May 21 2011, 11:21:30 UTC
A!A, I wish I could accurately transcribe my thoughts right now, but I'm flailing and squeeing and all my unborn children are belong to you.
Bitchy Prussia was perfect, guilty!sadist Germany was perfect, and, my favourite part of all, the Nazi undertones were just that, undertones. The discomfort of Ludwig regarding Hitler, but his fondness for Rommel, and all orchestrated so beautifully that it was realistic and the boys were allowed to remain centre stage.
"Aw, Jesus, West!" Gilbert Belischmidt cried as he threw down his binoculars, rolling in the sand in frustration. "I'm fucking tired of this! Why can't we go back to camp!?"
"Rommel told us not to." Ludwig replied, his eyes focused on the rays rising over the desert sand trying to find any sign of a tank or an army advancing from the East. He was rewarded with nothing other than his brother making a commotion beside him, swatting at a fly that tried to land on his head.
"I fucking hate it here!" He spat, leaping up to kick, hit, and claw at the sand. "This... Fucking... place! FUCK YOU AFRICA!"
"Gilbert, stop being so loud and get down!" Ludwig snapped, reaching over to haul his brother back down to a lying position, hitting him as he did. "You could have just given away our position, do you know that?!"
"Are you kidding me?" Gilbert spat, looking at his legs and the large red spot that surrounded his calves. "Arthur isn't a fucking moron like us! He's probably in a tent right now with drinks and a man servant sucking his shitty small cock!" Ludwig flushed at his words. "While we're out here like fucking idiots roasting and waiting for an attack that will not happen!"
There was a long pause, Ludwig chewing his cheek at his words when he felt a hand grasp his now-tanned forearm, squeezing it for a second before it relaxed.
"West, please." He mumbled, staring at him with dark eyes. "Get us out of here."
Ludwig frowned before he put his binoculars down.
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"Germany." Came the surprised voice. "What are you doing back? Has Montgomery come already?"
"No, Rommel, he hasn't." Ludwig bowed slightly, his skin tingling as it came in contact with the shade of the tent, his eyes staring hungrily at the pitcher of water on the makeshift table. "My brother is... not dealing well with the heat and neither am I, I'm afraid."
The commander frowned before he shifted to look behind him, staring at the pale nation beyond him who was downing several glasses of water at once while a soldier stared at him angrily.
"I see." He said sounding highly unamused and Ludwig felt his cheeks grow as hot as the sands outside out of embarrassment. His commander merely turned back to his desk, shuffling a few official documents before he started to read one of them carefully. Ludwig stood as still as he could, awaiting his new orders when his eyes flicked to the page.
He recognized Adolf's signature and he chewed his lips, trying to remain still. He should have stayed out in the sun and sent his brother back alone. He was a nation for God's Sake, he should be showing the rest of the men how tough he was not crawling back to complain.
Behind him he heard a belch and a snort before a hand slapped his back and Gilbert came to stand by his side.
"Erwin, it fucking SUCKS out there!" He said loudly and Ludwig went a deep shade of red, his knees shaking as he tried to control himself. Honestly, Gilbert, sometimes...
He was shocked that Rommel didn't reprimand him for being so rude in his presence. "Who is to relieve you two once your shift is done?"
Gilbert looked at Ludwig who frowned before he began to think. "...Hessler and Helmrich."
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"And how long does their shift last."
"If they relieved us at the correct time, they would be done at two in the morning." Ludwig spoke, purposely stressing the 'correct time' to make his brother possibly feel guilty about what he had done. He looked unphased.
"Tell them to take the rest of your shift." He said, looking up at his country with weary eyes. "You will relieve them at the time they would have came to get you and stay until their shift is done."
"What!?" Gilbert sputtered but Ludwig kicked him as hard as he could, bowing to his leader as Gilbert crumbled beside him.
"Yes, Rommel, thank you for your generosity."
"Of course, Germany." He nodded and Gilbert growled as he looked up, opening his mouth before it was shut for him, the scruff of his uniform grabbed by his brother's strong arms so he could throw him out before he could complain. Gilbert yelped as he hit the hot sand outside, his legs kicking as they were dragged from their commanders tent to the one him and his brother occupied.
Ludwig threw him inside, ignoring the chuckle and murmurs from the soldiers around him.
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"Dick." Gilbert said for the hundredth time, his cheeks puffed out in annoyance as he looked through his binoculars. Ludwig ignored him, writing down the time in his pocket book before he pulled the blanket that was spread across his shoulders closer to his body, the air starting to cool down. "Asshole."
"Gilbert, shut up!" He growled. His brother pushed some sand at him, sulking as he did.
"Why do you suck that guy's dick anyways?!" He started, dropping his binoculars in the sand. "Does he suck yours or fuck you raw or what!?"
Ludwig went pink. "He is our leader and we need to obey him while we are here!" His voice squeaked a little as a few images entered his head. "And I don't even do that! Honestly, Gilbert, stop being a disgusting baby!"
"I'm not!" He snapped, rolling onto his back to look at the purple sky. "But we're his fucking nations! He should be bending over backwards to help us not turn into fried chicken and wurst!"
"Fried chicken?" Ludwig muttered in confusion and Gilbert grinned beside him.
"Yeah, because you're such a chicken you won't even stand up to the man!" He shielded his eyes as sand was sprayed at his face.
"Gilbert, he's a nice person!" Ludwig began, grabbing his binoculars so he could look through them out at the landscape. "He's better than Adolf some days..."
"Everyone's better than that drama queen."
For once, Ludwig smiled at something his brother had said, lowering the lens for a moment.
"But Hermann's still the best." There was a pause. "You're such a predictable goody-goody."
Ludwig said nothing. He continued to look out, catching glimpse of an object moving in the distance before he realized it was just an animal running from the lowering sun. He sighed and looked at the sky, watching the clouds move slowly before he began to think. How long would they be here? How long until Adolf called him back?
"West?"
"Hmm." He picked up his pen, noting the position the animal was running towards just in case it was crucial.
"Fuck me."
He accidentally dragged the pen off his notepad, his face turning hot as he stared at the mistake he made.
"W-What!?"
"Fuck me!" Gilbert whined again and he turned to see his brother on his side with his shirt open. The sand underneath his body was tinted a light pink from the dipping sun and his skin seemed to glow, tantalizing Ludwig with what he could do. He choked.
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"We can still be on the lookout." He licked his lips. "Do me like a dog, West, and I'll keep an eye out..." He turned onto his stomach, raising himself up on his hands and knees, arching his back before he smiled. "Or do you want me to fuck you?"
"N-NO!" Ludwig bolted up from his position, forgetting that he was supposed to be hidden, his eyes shooting back to the camp not far from them. "Gilbert... F-Fuck. We're in a war here!" He brain screamed at him to use logic to disarm his brother while his cock twitched in his pants, trying to egg him on towards mating with his brother. "We're supposed to be doing a job! Not... f-fucking in the sand where anyone can see us!"
"Do you ever get tired of being a stick-in-the-mud?!" Gilbert complained, leaning up so he was on his knees, reaching down to pet his cock through his pants. Ludwig turned red before he snapped up and grabbed his hand, wrenching it off his tenting shorts and dragging him back down into the sand. This time Gilbert slapped some sand at him and he winced as it entered his eye. He let out a groan of frustration, tearing up as he rubbed his eyes.
"You are such a child!"
"And you need to fucking relax!" Gilbert shot back, rolling onto his back so he could start properly jerking off. "Who cares if we're in a war! That didn't stop you from humping the shit out of me back in 1917!"
Ludwig's face went red and he avoided his gaze, looking down at his notepad. Gilbert grinned, unbuckling his belt to lower his shorts more, exposing himself to the African evening.
"Yeah, I wasn't asleep and I knew exactly what you were doing! So don't give me that 'it was cold outside' shit either!" He cackled and Ludwig dropped his binoculars, raising himself up so he towered over his brother. Gilbert merely grinned, still moving his hand on his cock, purring as precum started to form at the tip. Ludwig kicked sand at him, making him stop and sputter, curling over onto his side to shake it off his uniform.
He pinned him to the sand.
"HEY! West! Dammit, my dick is in the sand!" Gilbert yapped, squirming underneath him but it was useless to even try. "I better not have sand in my cum!"
"Gilbert... Shut up."
Ludwig grabbed his brother and threw him over the top of the sand dune, quickly following after him until they were out of sight from the camp. As soon as Gilbert stopped tumbling and got his bearings he was pinned down again, his head hitting the cooling sand hard, red eyes snapping open. Ludwig merely grinned, using his legs to spread his brother's before he leaned down and kissed him, purring as Gilbert bit his lip.
He licked at the blood that he drew. "Bastard."
"Whatever you lying sack of shit!" Gilbert grinned pulling one of his legs away from underneath Ludwig's and hooking it around his waist. "I knew you were into this awesome plan of mine as soon as you saw my chest!" He reached up and grabbed the Iron cross that lay around Ludwig's neck, tugging at it playfully. "You always act like you don't want to fuck and then turn around and grab me... it's really predictable, West. I can read you like a book!"
"Can you now?" His eyes flashed and he purposely squeezed his brother's arms, causing the skin underneath to flush red.
"I'm the motherfucking Prussia, West... I know your fucking routine!" His white teeth stood out as he bared them at him, grinning as he did. Ludwig smirked back, baring his for a moment before he forced Gilbert onto his stomach, biting down deep on his neck like an animal going in for the kill. Gilbert let out a cry, arching his back against him before he was again pinned back against the sand, his brother lapping at the wound he made.
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"J-Jeez, West, that's your tactic?! A-Austria could do better!" He started to laugh and Ludwig pulled away, throwing his brother over onto his back, knocking the wind out of him as he did. He grabbed his brother's canteen of water and poured it over his dirty hands, wetting them before he forced two fingers in. Gilbert slapped a hand over his mouth, tears forming in his eyes, but he allowed the intrusion, his legs spreading wider. Ludwig thrust them in and out, looking up to see his brother's reaction, smirking as he did.
He was shaking, his cheeks red, but he quickly wiped away his pleasure to snort and try and take another dig at him when their eyes met. "P-P-Predict-table! I'm t-telling you!"
His ankles soon hit the sand near his head and Ludwig plunged his tongue into him, lapping at the bit of blood that was there. Gilbert choked out a moan, his legs shaking as he pulled at his jacket, clawing at the pockets to try and contain himself. Ludwig only grinned before he added his fingers to the mix, thrusting them down with his tongue, spreading his brother wide.
He couldn't wait to fuck him raw.
"P...Pre... Predict..!" A strained voice came from below and he once again ignored it, grabbing his brother's waist instead. He flopped down in the sand on his side, pulling Gilbert's back towards him before he lifted his right leg up to expose his abused hole, lining himself up. One check to his brother's face, which was flushed with closed eyes, and he thrust his entire length in, whimpering himself as Gilbert clenched down on him tightly. His brother let out a loud cry of pain, his fingers diving into the sand to try and claw it for stability, but he had no grip and had to resort to grabbing onto Ludwig's forearm behind him for support, drool dripping from his lips.
Ludwig paused, his heart beginning to race. "Gilbert, a-are you okay?"
His brother shook, tears falling from his eyes before he shook his head, letting out a strained pant. Ludwig began to withdraw, guilt filling his body. How could he do such a thing? He should have-
"Y-You're so fucking predict-able." Gilbert let out a laugh, another tear falling from his eyes to dissolve in the sands below. "A-A sadist with a g-guilty conscious?! That's the definition of you!"
He turned his head, sporting his usual cocky grin albeit with a few tears. Ludwig frowned, feeling his heart still race and he hugged him to his body, resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Gilbert, are you alright?" He asked in all seriousness. "Do you want me to stop?"
"What am I, a woman?" He snorted. "God, West, honestly. Every single time you just keep rolling out the predictable wagon!" He brought a finger up, grinning as he did before he began to list all the things he had done. "Try to be cool and dominant, check! Go right to sex, check! Feel guilty, check!"
Ludwig narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightening on his brother's skin.
"Oh! Now being pissed off, check! Now, are we going to do it like dogs or are you sick of that position yet?"
His guilt vaporized with his brother's last sentence and he grabbed his arms roughly, forcing his body to turn away from him and to the sky before he fell on his back and planted his feet on the ground, thrusting up as hard as he could. He didn't care for if he got his brother off in the process but by the sounds of his screams it was working.
Okay, a small part of him cared.
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Ludwig growled and hooked an arm around his neck, applying a bit of pressure to choke him as he fucked his body. Gilbert clawed at his forearms, his muscles spasming against his cock as he did sending him into a bigger frenzy.
He saw his brother release, drops of his cum hitting his torso as it made an arch and he let out a groan at how tight he seemed to have gotten.
He let go of his neck, Gilbert letting out a loud gasp before he pulled out and grabbed the mess of silver hair, turning his brother's face so he could spill his load.
Gilbert made a whimper before the fluid hit his face, connecting with the bridge of his nose before it dripped in every direction. Ludwig held his throbbing cock, trying to milk the rest out before he let go of his brother's hair, his legs shaking as he stepped back.
Gilbert sat in the sand, shivering as cum dripped from his face. Ludwig could only grin, watching him reach up to wipe semen from his eyelid. The contrast was fantastic.
"...Brother." Ludwig leaned down and kissed him, smirking as he felt his brother's lips tremble before they became powerful again, trying to dominate. He pulled away with another grin, licking his lips to taste the mixture of his semen and Gilbert's saliva before he felt his chest puff out a bit.
"Was that predictable?" He asked with pride and Gilbert seemed a bit surprised before he snorted and went back to his usual cocky grin.
"Yeah! Like I said, you're as predictable as Arthur's stupid tea time!" He teased, ignoring the semen that dripped from his chin. "West, one day you'll leaaaaRNNMMPH!"
Ludwig silenced him with his cock, grabbing his nose tight as he shoved it in his mouth. Gilbert started to bite but a slap to the head cured him of his thoughts. He narrowed his eyes at the laughter that came next.
"You didn't seem to see that coming, dear brother." Ludwig cocked his head, admiring how well he filled his mouth. It was almost a perfect fit. "Now clean me up."
He smirked at the muffled curse he got in return. Gilbert remained still for a moment, his cheeks turning red before he closed his eyes and began to move, his tongue sliding over the head of his cock. Ludwig brought his hands up, lacing them into the silver strands before he looked up at the sky, counting the few stars that had now shown up.
He felt his brother gag a bit and he pulled back, savouring the loud, wet pop that came when he disconnected from his brother. Gilbert took in a breath before he spit into the sand, ears burning.
"...That was a little unpredictable."
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"Well, well, well. Nice to finally find you fuckers in this shithole of a country." He laughed in English, releasing the safety on the gun before he aimed the barrel at Gilbert's head. "Now stick your damn hands in the air or I'll add another scar to that fucking body of yours."
Ludwig went red as he slowly lifted his hands. Gilbert remained in place, his shocked expression melting before he grinned, his eyes flashing with bloodlust.
"Arthur... how nice to see you!" He sang in English, his German accent cutting in with his pronunciation. "Why don't you explain to our boss how you got hard watching gay incest..."
Arthur frowned before he heard a click and his eyes turned to see a man above him, his expression hard as he aimed the machine gun at his head. Ludwig felt like he wanted to die and Gilbert grinned, shifting on his lap.
"Hello, dear Rommel." He winked, not caring that the man didn't acknowledge his presence. "Are you going to save us or join in?"
"Gilbert... shut up."
Not a sound was made.
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WTF DID I JUST WRITE? WTF WAS THIS SHIT? *insert Picard* Oh God, I am sorry Kink Meme D8 I'm sorry Rommel! GAH!
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I fucking love bitchy!Prussia during sex, he was so fantastic. Also, Ludwig as a 'sadist with a guilty conscience'? Hnnnnngh, yes, so much yes. And a little bit of breathplay, guh. You hit so many of my buttons, anon.
Also long-suffering Rommel makes me giggle like an idiot.
This fill was delightful and gorgeous and sexy as hell. Thank you so much, authoranon!
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and poor poor Rommel and pervert Arthur
oh anon this was a fantastic example of Germancest
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To be perfectly honest I wouldn't have cared about the quality of the fill if Rommel was in it. BUT YOU GAVE US ROMMEL. AND HOT, SANDY INCEST.
Anon. Marry me and let's have a million internet babies. ;D
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Bitchy Prussia was perfect, guilty!sadist Germany was perfect, and, my favourite part of all, the Nazi undertones were just that, undertones. The discomfort of Ludwig regarding Hitler, but his fondness for Rommel, and all orchestrated so beautifully that it was realistic and the boys were allowed to remain centre stage.
tl;dr I love you
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