Substitutes - 2d/??
anonymous
January 2 2012, 13:00:51 UTC
He couldn't bear to think, to allow himself even a moment to realize what he was doing. He heard the words, thick with hungry lust, telling him to stroke himself. He felt his arms move, felt the way his cock began to rise as he squeezed it and moved his hand up and down. But he wasn't there, not really. He was in the words that rang like bells in his head long after the footsteps had ceased.
Don't stop. Don't stop.
Canada's body was cool to the touch; his skin soft where it wasn't lined with bloody streaks that were rough beneath America's hands.
Don't stop. Don't stop.
It hurt. Pushing into Canada with only what little stretching he'd managed before Russia had noticed. But it hurt worse to hear the keening cry as Canada's back arched in pain beneath him.
Don't stop. Don't stop.
“Love you, Matt,” He breathed into Canada's neck, doing his best to shut out Canada's screams; to pretend that it wasn't Canada and America, or even “Litva” and “Latvii”, but instead two lovers, rough in their sex but loving nonetheless. The words were true after all, even if he'd never meant them to be used this way, but he knew as they slipped from his lips that he would never be able to use them again. Not after this. Not when they mixed with the screams and tore his heart out a little more.
Don't stop. Don't stop.
And then it was over.
America came, finding relief with a choked gasp as Canada moaned, body writhing at the sensation and cock half-hard despite itself. He pulled out and fell limp against Canada, laying there unmoving until Russia's voice broke through the haze, tearing America from the sanctuary of his mind.
“Very good. Now clean up your mess.”
No protest springs to mind, no angry words or mental jabs. The puddle of blood and semen beneath them seemed to blur into a broken flag as America pushed himself up. It might have been stripes or a single withered maple leaf, contorting as the puddle stirred, disturbed as Canada's torn hole continued to drip.
“With your tongue.”
Don't stop.
He didn't.
** At least one more part to go. Possibly two. Probably not any faster than this one. I'm not really good at smut, but I tried. Does the ending make sense? It makes sense to me, but I'm not sure if that's because I wrote it, or because it actually does make sense.
Don't stop. Don't stop.
Canada's body was cool to the touch; his skin soft where it wasn't lined with bloody streaks that were rough beneath America's hands.
Don't stop. Don't stop.
It hurt. Pushing into Canada with only what little stretching he'd managed before Russia had noticed. But it hurt worse to hear the keening cry as Canada's back arched in pain beneath him.
Don't stop. Don't stop.
“Love you, Matt,” He breathed into Canada's neck, doing his best to shut out Canada's screams; to pretend that it wasn't Canada and America, or even “Litva” and “Latvii”, but instead two lovers, rough in their sex but loving nonetheless. The words were true after all, even if he'd never meant them to be used this way, but he knew as they slipped from his lips that he would never be able to use them again. Not after this. Not when they mixed with the screams and tore his heart out a little more.
Don't stop. Don't stop.
And then it was over.
America came, finding relief with a choked gasp as Canada moaned, body writhing at the sensation and cock half-hard despite itself. He pulled out and fell limp against Canada, laying there unmoving until Russia's voice broke through the haze, tearing America from the sanctuary of his mind.
“Very good. Now clean up your mess.”
No protest springs to mind, no angry words or mental jabs. The puddle of blood and semen beneath them seemed to blur into a broken flag as America pushed himself up. It might have been stripes or a single withered maple leaf, contorting as the puddle stirred, disturbed as Canada's torn hole continued to drip.
“With your tongue.”
Don't stop.
He didn't.
**
At least one more part to go. Possibly two. Probably not any faster than this one.
I'm not really good at smut, but I tried.
Does the ending make sense? It makes sense to me, but I'm not sure if that's because I wrote it, or because it actually does make sense.
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So.. so enraged. I just.. Goddammit, somebody set them free.
Fuck..
Oh Aflred. Oh Mattie.
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This is so good, yet so painful. (Does that even make sense? Hopefully it does.)
I really cannot wait for the next part.
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The chilling words make me want to read more, just because I want to know how it ends. Can't wait for the next update.
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