Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 8/?
anonymous
July 31 2011, 05:57:39 UTC
that last part was as close to anything non-con as I'll ever get but please, please let me know if any anon thinks this merits a warning, and I'll gladly add one to the update.
In spite of his warring fear and arousal, Romano scoffed, “Yeah, well, fucking get used to it. No's my favorite fucking word. Just ask the other Spain.”
Pirate-Spain paused, lifting up off of Romano without releasing his wrists before looking towards the door and saying, “I think I would rather be rid of this other me, painful excuse for a world empire that he is,” he turned back to favor Romano with a barbed smile, “and then you will belong only to me, my treasure alone, no more thoughts of him to cloud your little mind. I will have you give yourself to me willingly.”
At this, Romano began to struggle in earnest, now very concerned for his Spain's continued health and happiness with this unscrupulous bastard version of himself running around loose. Where the fuck was Spain, anyways! Of all the times to not be hounding him relentlessly, he had to pick now! Romano thought desperately as Pirate-Spain laughed heartily at his valiant efforts to escape.
Romano found himself being kissed once more as he registered the sound of Spain's guest bedroom sheets being torn. He kicked and cursed while his captor pulled one of his wrists above his head, quickly finding himself tied to the bedpost.
Pirate-Spain pulled away entirely, admiring his handiwork and smirking at Romano's outrage as he said, “Don't struggle, kitchen-wench, it's for your own good. Just wait there patiently while I go...parlay...with my other self.”
Romano stilled and bit his tongue against all of the angry words that threatened to tumble from his mouth as Pirate-Spain ambled out of the bedroom, thankful that the seventeenth century bastard had left one hand free, clearly underestimating Romano's survival instinct.
And modern technology.
Worried for Spain, who was about to be caught unawares by a horny and determined pirate, Romano fumbled desperately to wriggle his free hand into his pants, (his lingering hard-on stretching the fabric so tight it was difficult to achieve without wanting to stop and finish the goddamned job), smirking victoriously when he pulled out his cell-phone.
Hastily, he scrolled through his contacts list, hitting the call button and holding the phone to his ear, waiting for the motherfucker responsible for his predicament to pick up and answer for his sins.
Re: Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 8/?
anonymous
July 31 2011, 16:07:08 UTC
Op here! I'm on my iPhone in a cottage with zero Internet, (it's magically I can read it let alone respond) but OMFG anon I am in love with you. Your writing is amazing, characterization is just how I imagines it. This is amazing~! can't wait for more, you've made me a fan already!
Re: Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 8/?
anonymous
July 31 2011, 21:52:53 UTC
Eeep. I love this. Like, so very very much. Pirate!Spain is hot in itself - but this.... hnnnnng. And it's written so well too... ;3; tears of joy are brought to my eyes!
In spite of his warring fear and arousal, Romano scoffed, “Yeah, well, fucking get used to it. No's my favorite fucking word. Just ask the other Spain.”
Pirate-Spain paused, lifting up off of Romano without releasing his wrists before looking towards the door and saying, “I think I would rather be rid of this other me, painful excuse for a world empire that he is,” he turned back to favor Romano with a barbed smile, “and then you will belong only to me, my treasure alone, no more thoughts of him to cloud your little mind. I will have you give yourself to me willingly.”
At this, Romano began to struggle in earnest, now very concerned for his Spain's continued health and happiness with this unscrupulous bastard version of himself running around loose. Where the fuck was Spain, anyways! Of all the times to not be hounding him relentlessly, he had to pick now! Romano thought desperately as Pirate-Spain laughed heartily at his valiant efforts to escape.
Romano found himself being kissed once more as he registered the sound of Spain's guest bedroom sheets being torn. He kicked and cursed while his captor pulled one of his wrists above his head, quickly finding himself tied to the bedpost.
Pirate-Spain pulled away entirely, admiring his handiwork and smirking at Romano's outrage as he said, “Don't struggle, kitchen-wench, it's for your own good. Just wait there patiently while I go...parlay...with my other self.”
Romano stilled and bit his tongue against all of the angry words that threatened to tumble from his mouth as Pirate-Spain ambled out of the bedroom, thankful that the seventeenth century bastard had left one hand free, clearly underestimating Romano's survival instinct.
And modern technology.
Worried for Spain, who was about to be caught unawares by a horny and determined pirate, Romano fumbled desperately to wriggle his free hand into his pants, (his lingering hard-on stretching the fabric so tight it was difficult to achieve without wanting to stop and finish the goddamned job), smirking victoriously when he pulled out his cell-phone.
Hastily, he scrolled through his contacts list, hitting the call button and holding the phone to his ear, waiting for the motherfucker responsible for his predicament to pick up and answer for his sins.
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*sets up camp*
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just how I imagines it. This is amazing~! can't wait for more, you've made me a fan already!
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I can't wait for the next part! ♥
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