Talking Through Walls (1/?)
anonymous
January 27 2012, 10:38:26 UTC
When it first came up, Japan ran and locked himself for the bathroom for hours.
Greece just waited there, patiently, one hand pressed to the door. Japan had sobbed on the other side, although he was obviously trying to hide it, “Please... please don't judge me, Greece-san,” and Greece didn't think he'd ever heard anything more heartbreaking.
He wanted to hold Japan, to tell him it was okay, to soothe away the tears with kisses. But Japan was on the other side of a wall and would never let him do so anyway.
Once Japan had come out, they'd been able to discuss the matter more rationally. Japan had confessed - about the ropes and whips, about the many wild things he wanted. Frankly, with some of Japan's reputation it hadn't come as that much of a surprise. What came as more of a surprise was the fact Japan wanted to be the one to inflict such things, not receive them, but Greece could accept that.
“Shh...” He'd said, stroking Japan's hair softly (careful not to overstep his bounds). “I... I don't mind...”
It took some convincing. A lot of careful convincing, and negotiating. Japan insisted on being very prepared for it all; for them having set out lines and boundaries beforehand. It was kind of nice, actually. Most of Greece's encounters were spontaneous, with someone who'd be gone the next morning; being able to plan... felt comfortable. Japan, of course, did all the planning. Greece smiled and nodded and tried not to fall asleep.
He was doing this for Japan. Japan could never be honest with himself; his kinks had to be dragged out of him.
“I am so sorry, Greece-san... Please, tell me... I'm sorry. But tell me I am a good man, please?”
“...You're a good man.”
“Then why do I desire such things?”
Japan needed to understand himself. To find an outlet for such feelings. To understand they weren't a shame; could be accepted by others. Greece wanted to help him, because he loved him, and recognised Japan needed this from him. He could handle whatever happened; he didn't bother much about his own feelings.
In retrospect, this was a mistake.
/
From the beginning, it's more than he expected. It's not a rope around his wrists (thin wires; string that can snap) but cuffs, plastic and unnatural but strong, with a metal chain hanging between them loosely. There is a rope around his elbows though, pulling them together and straining the muscles. He is curious as to whether than was really necessary, but he didn't ask when Japan was tying him up, and it's too late now. His legs are bound, too, each fixed to a corner of the bed, so he can't really move to make his arms more comfortable. Finishing it off, he has a blindfold around his eyes, and a gag in his mouth. He can still breathe, though. He just needed to remember that.
He wonders where Japan had gone for a moment. Surely the man hasn't decided he can't do it... and forgotten to let Greece go? That would be... silly.
Eventually, soft, quiet footsteps creep back into the room. Greece frowns. He'd rather if they were loud; notable, prominent, easily anticipated and hence thwarted. That's weird. Why am I thinking like that...? he wonders.
“There you are. I've been looking for you.” Japan sounds nervous. It's not comforting.
The floorboards squeak and the handcuffs chafe. Japan runs a hand down his chest, over his shirt. Actually, they probably should have removed that first. Greece has never liked having sex half-dressed.
“You have been waiting, haven't you?” he asks. Greece can't answer; doesn't know how he'd be meant to if he could. Japan wasn't too clear on what the focus of this fantasy is - too embarrassed. Is it simply that he's bound and gagged? Silent and still? That he's helpless? Or is it that he isn't agreeing to this at all; that Japan's question is a lie? Each one would give a different answer.
Re: Talking Through Walls (1/?)
anonymous
January 27 2012, 17:11:54 UTC
Oh ... this is awful in a spectacular way.
Japan's internal debate with himself over whether or not he's a 'good man' is sad. I can comprehend that arousal sometimes manifests in ways I don't quite understand from person to person, but I don't think Japan has anything to worry about if this is the sort of thing he likes roleplaying; the line between fantasy and reality is thicker than people think, but because they believe it to be so thin, it causes trouble.
I don't believe Japan would ever go so far as to rape Greece; that much is evident. But the reservations on both sides will accumulate into something awful. You're handling a sensitive subject matter remarkably well, so I've no doubt this fic will be something brilliant.
Oh! One last comment; though I'm not sure what it represents, I adore the title, too x)
Re: Talking Through Walls (1/?)
anonymous
January 27 2012, 22:42:29 UTC
I agree with everything the second anon above me said. This promises to be a well-constructed build-up to the inevitable angst and unintentional non-con and make it hurt even more because Greece so obviously just wants to make Japan happy and unashamed of his kinks (I really like the voice you gave him, by the way).
It's a testament to your writing skill that I'm planning to read the next parts for this fill as soon as they come up even though I know they'll break my heart. :(
Greece just waited there, patiently, one hand pressed to the door. Japan had sobbed on the other side, although he was obviously trying to hide it, “Please... please don't judge me, Greece-san,” and Greece didn't think he'd ever heard anything more heartbreaking.
He wanted to hold Japan, to tell him it was okay, to soothe away the tears with kisses. But Japan was on the other side of a wall and would never let him do so anyway.
Once Japan had come out, they'd been able to discuss the matter more rationally. Japan had confessed - about the ropes and whips, about the many wild things he wanted. Frankly, with some of Japan's reputation it hadn't come as that much of a surprise. What came as more of a surprise was the fact Japan wanted to be the one to inflict such things, not receive them, but Greece could accept that.
“Shh...” He'd said, stroking Japan's hair softly (careful not to overstep his bounds). “I... I don't mind...”
It took some convincing. A lot of careful convincing, and negotiating. Japan insisted on being very prepared for it all; for them having set out lines and boundaries beforehand. It was kind of nice, actually. Most of Greece's encounters were spontaneous, with someone who'd be gone the next morning; being able to plan... felt comfortable. Japan, of course, did all the planning. Greece smiled and nodded and tried not to fall asleep.
He was doing this for Japan. Japan could never be honest with himself; his kinks had to be dragged out of him.
“I am so sorry, Greece-san... Please, tell me... I'm sorry. But tell me I am a good man, please?”
“...You're a good man.”
“Then why do I desire such things?”
Japan needed to understand himself. To find an outlet for such feelings. To understand they weren't a shame; could be accepted by others. Greece wanted to help him, because he loved him, and recognised Japan needed this from him. He could handle whatever happened; he didn't bother much about his own feelings.
In retrospect, this was a mistake.
/
From the beginning, it's more than he expected. It's not a rope around his wrists (thin wires; string that can snap) but cuffs, plastic and unnatural but strong, with a metal chain hanging between them loosely. There is a rope around his elbows though, pulling them together and straining the muscles. He is curious as to whether than was really necessary, but he didn't ask when Japan was tying him up, and it's too late now. His legs are bound, too, each fixed to a corner of the bed, so he can't really move to make his arms more comfortable. Finishing it off, he has a blindfold around his eyes, and a gag in his mouth. He can still breathe, though. He just needed to remember that.
He wonders where Japan had gone for a moment. Surely the man hasn't decided he can't do it... and forgotten to let Greece go? That would be... silly.
Eventually, soft, quiet footsteps creep back into the room. Greece frowns. He'd rather if they were loud; notable, prominent, easily anticipated and hence thwarted. That's weird. Why am I thinking like that...? he wonders.
“There you are. I've been looking for you.” Japan sounds nervous. It's not comforting.
The floorboards squeak and the handcuffs chafe. Japan runs a hand down his chest, over his shirt. Actually, they probably should have removed that first. Greece has never liked having sex half-dressed.
“You have been waiting, haven't you?” he asks. Greece can't answer; doesn't know how he'd be meant to if he could. Japan wasn't too clear on what the focus of this fantasy is - too embarrassed. Is it simply that he's bound and gagged? Silent and still? That he's helpless? Or is it that he isn't agreeing to this at all; that Japan's question is a lie? Each one would give a different answer.
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Japan's internal debate with himself over whether or not he's a 'good man' is sad. I can comprehend that arousal sometimes manifests in ways I don't quite understand from person to person, but I don't think Japan has anything to worry about if this is the sort of thing he likes roleplaying; the line between fantasy and reality is thicker than people think, but because they believe it to be so thin, it causes trouble.
I don't believe Japan would ever go so far as to rape Greece; that much is evident. But the reservations on both sides will accumulate into something awful. You're handling a sensitive subject matter remarkably well, so I've no doubt this fic will be something brilliant.
Oh! One last comment; though I'm not sure what it represents, I adore the title, too x)
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It's a testament to your writing skill that I'm planning to read the next parts for this fill as soon as they come up even though I know they'll break my heart. :(
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