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.
"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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