Congress of Vienna (5/?)
anonymous
July 15 2009, 06:15:10 UTC
They connected suddenly, the blond letting out a surprised yell as he hit the ground- after all, Roderich was by no means a small man, and being crushed with such force wasn’t something he’d particularly been expecting a few moments ago. Pale face contorting with rage, he realised that he still had the other’s cravat in his hand and yanked on it, the fancy knot coming undone from all the abuse it had stood during their fight so far. With the Austrian’s hands at his chest and at the kind of proximity that he wasn’t used to, Vash didn’t even care what he was doing anymore. He wanted something, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but his mind was so blurred with fury and betrayal that his hands seemed to be working on their own accord, the cravat slipping through his fingers to land unceremoniously on the floor as he moved on to Roderich’s pretentious coat, instead.
Somehow, they were kissing again a moment later, though the act was nothing like it was described in Liechtenstein’s mindless romance novels and fairy-tale picture books. Instead, it was an incensed, desperate action, almost like a fight on a different playing field as their respective tongues claimed territory instead of asking permission to take it, impossibly hot, impossibly close, impossibly intoxicating. It was almost amusing in a way, considering that the battle for his country’s independence had boiled down to this- rolling around on the floor of a mansion that was supposed to be holding the one Congress that could grant him his freedom with the enemy. The… enemy…
Nimble fingers sank into the haphazard blond locks of his hair as the sound of cloth rustling and heavy breathing suffocated the room, Vash only mildly aware that his forest-green jacket was now half undone and that the cool air was soothing the heat of his bare skin as he fought, writhed against the addictive heat of Roderich’s body. The mild discomfort of being pressed heavily against the hard wooden floor was almost completely canceled out by the short, sharp instillation of pleasure every time he moved in a certain way, every time he angled his legs at just the right degree. It was a little frightening, perhaps, that his anger was blurring completely into lust and a battle for dominance now, and Vash couldn’t remember ever being this close to anyone, especially not in such a way- but the voice of reason was one easily drowned out when you could feel someone biting down gently on your collarbone in such a fashion that made you choke on your own words of protest and arch your hips up to reach some sort of release you didn’t even know you needed.
Frantic movements and awkward shuffling later, their respective jackets and coats laid on different places on the floor and Roderich’s shirt hung messily untucked and undone, the former hastily discarded for reasons other than the only obvious one to Vash right now- that it was simply just too hot to keep them on, and oddly enough, the thing that his pale fingers sought the most right now was the perfect, white skin that his rival always kept hidden for reasons unbeknown to himself. A feral growl rolled up from his throat as he swung to the side, flipping them over because he’s not done yet, he’s not given up and he’s not going to let the other win this battle, because that’s what it was. Exactly what it was.
Panting slightly from both the loss of breath and something that Vash imagined had to do with the delirious heat that was pooling in the pit of his stomach as he broke the kiss, he stared at the other through half-lidded eyes for a moment, his expression still sour and unreadable.
“Fuck, Roderich,” He forced out as he felt those fingers in his hair tighten, ignoring the twitch on the other’s face at the use of the expletive. Stuck in his stupid old ways, it appeared. “If this all I had to do to get my own way, you should’ve just said so.”
“You’re spouting nonsense again.” The Austrian replied as matter-of-factly as one could when they were lying half naked on the floor of their own house, a notion that almost made Vash want to grin. Almost.
Re: Congress of Vienna (5/?)
anonymous
July 16 2009, 02:55:35 UTC
Ffffffffffff-------------- Oh gosh, this is so intense and so hot at the same time! Totally love your writing here and keep it coming! Anon is dearly looking forward to more!!!
Re: Congress of Vienna (5/?)
anonymous
July 16 2009, 14:35:13 UTC
Eee, how fantastic! This is amazingly hot and I love how their foreplay is a struggle for dominance. The fact that it's historical just fills me with glee.
Somehow, they were kissing again a moment later, though the act was nothing like it was described in Liechtenstein’s mindless romance novels and fairy-tale picture books. Instead, it was an incensed, desperate action, almost like a fight on a different playing field as their respective tongues claimed territory instead of asking permission to take it, impossibly hot, impossibly close, impossibly intoxicating. It was almost amusing in a way, considering that the battle for his country’s independence had boiled down to this- rolling around on the floor of a mansion that was supposed to be holding the one Congress that could grant him his freedom with the enemy. The… enemy…
Nimble fingers sank into the haphazard blond locks of his hair as the sound of cloth rustling and heavy breathing suffocated the room, Vash only mildly aware that his forest-green jacket was now half undone and that the cool air was soothing the heat of his bare skin as he fought, writhed against the addictive heat of Roderich’s body. The mild discomfort of being pressed heavily against the hard wooden floor was almost completely canceled out by the short, sharp instillation of pleasure every time he moved in a certain way, every time he angled his legs at just the right degree. It was a little frightening, perhaps, that his anger was blurring completely into lust and a battle for dominance now, and Vash couldn’t remember ever being this close to anyone, especially not in such a way- but the voice of reason was one easily drowned out when you could feel someone biting down gently on your collarbone in such a fashion that made you choke on your own words of protest and arch your hips up to reach some sort of release you didn’t even know you needed.
Frantic movements and awkward shuffling later, their respective jackets and coats laid on different places on the floor and Roderich’s shirt hung messily untucked and undone, the former hastily discarded for reasons other than the only obvious one to Vash right now- that it was simply just too hot to keep them on, and oddly enough, the thing that his pale fingers sought the most right now was the perfect, white skin that his rival always kept hidden for reasons unbeknown to himself. A feral growl rolled up from his throat as he swung to the side, flipping them over because he’s not done yet, he’s not given up and he’s not going to let the other win this battle, because that’s what it was. Exactly what it was.
Panting slightly from both the loss of breath and something that Vash imagined had to do with the delirious heat that was pooling in the pit of his stomach as he broke the kiss, he stared at the other through half-lidded eyes for a moment, his expression still sour and unreadable.
“Fuck, Roderich,” He forced out as he felt those fingers in his hair tighten, ignoring the twitch on the other’s face at the use of the expletive. Stuck in his stupid old ways, it appeared. “If this all I had to do to get my own way, you should’ve just said so.”
“You’re spouting nonsense again.” The Austrian replied as matter-of-factly as one could when they were lying half naked on the floor of their own house, a notion that almost made Vash want to grin. Almost.
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SWEET MOTHER OF GOD DO I EVER LOVE YOU
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This is too great to ignore
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