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With eight words, Poland destroyed the whole evening’s build up to this. Dinner, a movie, a shower of kisses in the taxi home, a giggling run up the stairs, and now…
“I don’t think I can hurt you. Like, even if you want me to.”
Lithuania’s cheeks burned, and he regretted opening his mouth. It was hard to forget that he was no longer in Russia’s house, and that Russia’s rules no longer applied. Russia had introduced him to the kind of fast, hard sex that was now the only thing that excited him. Russia, for all of his many faults, was at least not surprised when Lithuania asked to be beaten.
“Is this…like…is it because of…stuff that happened while you were away?”
Lithuania’s hand went immediately to his back, where his scars hid under his shirt. Poland’s eyes followed it, and narrowed. But Poland didn’t know, of course. How could he? This was the closest they’d been to sex since he’d gotten back, and he couldn’t think of another time when Poland could have possibly seen the ugly lines criss-crossing his spine.
“It’s…” Lithuania fixed his gaze on the crease of Poland’s trousers, where the swishing silk of his shirt met the dark roughness of his jeans. “It’s nothing like that.”
“You…really want me to hit you?”
“I like that kind of thing.”
“You never asked me to before.”
Lithuania sighed. “Maybe I should just go.” He got up from the bed, and got halfway to the door before Poland grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
“Don’t go. I can…I can like…I can try to hit you!”
“Feliks-”
“If it makes you happy, Liet!”
“Feliks, I-”
The sound of Poland’s hand colliding with Lithuania’s face seemed to echo around the room. The two of them stood there in the sea of Poland’s blue carpet, frozen, Lithuania with his head turned away, his cheek pink, and Poland with his open palm still raised.
Poland was the first to move; “Liet? Did I…did I do it too hard?”
It hadn’t been hard enough by far, but even so it might have been enough, if the mood hadn’t already been ruined the second Lithuania had - stupidly, unthinkingly, hastily - asked Poland to hit him. “No. But I’m…I’m just not in the mood any more. I should go.”
“Liet…” Lithuania got to the top of the stairs before Poland followed, half-hiding behind his bedroom door and peering out at him as if he didn’t recognise him. “You’ve totally changed, Liet,” He said sadly.
“I’m sorry.” Lithuania replied, without looking up. He started down the stairs and Poland broke cover to run after him again.
“Don’t go, Liet, please! I can…I can try to hit you again! If you want that! If it’s what you want!”
Lithuania was brought sharply to account by Poland’s words. Was it a matter of wanting it, or…not being used to having anything else? Whatever it was, he felt disgusting, having brought the taint of Russia’s violent insanity into Poland’s house, carrying it with him like a disease.
“I’m sorry,” He said again, carrying on down the stairs. Poland watched him go, from the top.
“Liet…”
“I’m sorry.” Lithuania turned; in the dim light of the hallway his eyes appeared grey for a second, but when he shifted they were back to their usual green.
“Call me, okay?” Poland found himself saying.
“I’ll call.”
Somehow Poland knew he would, when he was ready.
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I love you for making this so bleak, and at the same time I wish there was a sequel- something to cushion against the ;-; a little bit.
Oh god, this. <3
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