The Guru's Advice Chapter 8
Title: The Guru's Advice
Author: Poppy
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Germany/Prussia, France, Spain, Monaco
Word Count: 7025
Warning: Sex & Language
Summary: Prussia allows Germany to top him for the first time. Little does he know how bad his little brother is...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I wish to make money off of this! This is merely for fun! :)
Note: Kink Meme Request Fill! The original request is as follows:
A Young!Germany tops Prussia and when he asks how it was, Prussia goes quiet. He doesn't want to admit it wasn't good but he doesn't want to hurt Germany's feelings. So he lies. Then begs for France's help in the matter.
Annnnnd the ending. Not much to say... I don't know if I like this fill, to be honest. It feels like I should have done better... *ponders*
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“Breakfast.” Ludwig smiled as he entered Gilbert’s room, placing the tray down on the dresser as he went to draw the curtains. Gilbert merely rolled over in bed, squeezing his eyes shut when the sunlight came pouring in before he let out a yawn and stretched. He grabbed a few pillows and threw them behind his back to support himself as he leaned up to take the coffee from Ludwig’s hand, sipping on it for a moment before he sighed.
“Tastes like shit.” He whined and Ludwig laughed.
“Put some sugar in it.” He held out the small bowl and Gilbert only took a pinch, stirring it into the black liquid before he took another sip.
“Tastes like shit.” He complained again and he set the cup down on his nightstand. Ludwig’s response was to let out an exasperated sigh.
“Gilbert…” Ludwig rolled his eyes, turning to grab one of the pretzels when two arms grabbed his waist and forced him back so his feet came out from underneath him and his body hit the bed. As soon as it did and he got himself orientated again he found lips pressed against his and Gilbert sliding onto his lap. It was only for a few kisses but he savored every one of them.
“Guess what.” Gilbert grinned on top of him and Ludwig gave a shrug.
“Tell me.”
“We have the house to ourselves today.” The answer came after a quick kiss was applied to his lips. Ludwig raised a brow, giving him a smile before he turned the tables and Gilbert was suddenly on his back, his hands pinned down by his brother’s and he let out a small chuckle.
“Is that so?” Ludwig mumbled above him. “And how did that come to pass?”
“I told everyone to fuck off.” Gilbert stuck his tongue out which his brother took no time in swallowing up. A few breathless tangles later and his shirt was being pulled off, exposing his chest to his younger brother which forced his cheeks to become flushed with desire. His brother dipped down, pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, then one to the side of his neck before he ghosted his lips down his body until he reached one of his brother’s pretty pink nipples. Then he waited, not moving an inch until Gilbert began to squirm.
“W-West!” He tried forcing his head down but he found it more difficult than it should have been. “Suck already!”
“What’s the magic word?” He grinned and he got a hard punch in the side of his temple that made him temporarily see stars.
“The magic word is ‘do it or I’ll chop your balls off!’ you asshole!” Gilbert spat, wiggling underneath him until he got his wish. Ludwig obeyed his command, for the moment, leaning up to place a hot kiss against his flat nub, lapping it until it slowly started protruding out before he paused. Gilbert let out a whine and again tried to force him down but he resisted and pinched his sensitive nub to make him stopped. It was effective.
“OW! SHIT!” He cried, covering his chest as a tear formed in his eye. “D-Do you really want to be a eunuch!?!”
“Gilbert.” Ludwig reached up and cupped his face. “Is everyone really gone from the house?” He asked in all seriousness. Gilbert paused his juvenile pouting before he nodded.
“Yeah. Why would I lie about that?” He sniffed and Ludwig’s cheek twitched.
“Are you ready then?” He mumbled, his thumb moving up to wipe away one of his brother’s tears. “Do you want to… Right now?”
Gilbert’s shoulders relaxed and he flushed at the thought, his mind immediately going to Francis’ instructions, which he didn’t even look at last night, and he turned back to his brother.
“Are you ready?” He bit his lip and Ludwig gave a nod. Gilbert steadied himself, trying not to panic. “W-Well, I need to piss first!” He bolted up from the bed, skillfully grabbed the handkerchief from beside his dresser as he began to leave. “I-I’ll be right back!” He called from over his shoulder before he went sprinting down the stairs to the bathing room, slamming the door hard before he sighed and looked at the sacred cloth in his hand.
He took a moment to actually relieve himself, reminding him that doing so during sex was probably seen as bad taste, but as he was washing his face he began to flush at the thought of what he was going to do. He was, once again, going to enter his bedroom and allow Ludwig to have sex with him… But would this time be any different?
He raised himself up on his toes, studying his chest for a second - his nipples at attention - before he sighed and grabbed the handkerchief. He opened it up carefully, flushing as he saw the black ink before he gaped at the words.
‘Gilbert,
You’re on your own.
Just trust yourself & your brother.
And fuck you.
Francis.’
He began to hyperventilate.
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“Gilbert…” There was a knock at the door and he froze from his curled position on the floor, looking to the entrance with wild eyes as the knocking continued. “Are you alright in there? You’ve been gone for an hour.”
“…Y-Yeah.” He slapped himself for speaking. He should have kept his mouth shut! Then he wouldn’t have known! “…I’m… just…” What? His mind attacked him. Too afraid to have sex with him because he was so awful the first time?! “…Trying to take a shit here!”
There was silence. “You know, you could say ‘using the facilities’ instead of being disgusting.”
Gilbert couldn’t help but smile at that but he lifted his nails to his mouth, biting down on them hard, breaking one off.
“Gilbert.” The muffled call came again and he chewed on his middle finger. “Do you want me to call Helga?”
“NO.” He immediately shouted. There was more silence and he started to pray that Ludwig would leave him alone. He could survive living in the bathing room for the rest of his life, somehow. The one positive note was that at least he’d probably be extremely clean he mused before there was a sigh.
“Gilbert.” He bit his ring finger’s nail. “If you’re really not comfortable, we don’t have to have sex. I can wait.” His heart pained as he heard how disappointed his brother was. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.”
He couldn’t take it.
Slowly he got up off the floor, looking at the handkerchief he threw into the chamber pot before he hesitated at the door. He didn’t have Francis to help him, he certainly wasn’t asking Antonio, and he was all out of options. He opened the door and slid out of the room, his eyes on the floor as he pulled the door to a close behind him and flattened his back against it.
“…M’fraid…. You..”
“What?” Ludwig said, bending down, but Gilbert avoided his stare. “Brother, what’s wrong?”
“…I’m…. ‘fraid… hurting…” Ludwig forced his chin up but he still couldn’t meet his eyes. “I-I’m afraid.”
“Of what?” And he shrugged, fidgeting in place. “Brother, what have you not been telling me?”
He began to cough and shuffle in place, his hands twisting the drawstrings to his pants before he shrugged again. “…I don’t know.”
Ludwig straightened up, his hands dropping from his brother before he lunged and forced Gilbert into his arms, making the nation scream like a girl and hit him relentlessly so he would put him down. Ludwig remained firm, taking the punches as he marched to the stairs.
“W-WEST! P-PUT ME DOWN!” He shrieked, trying to claw at his face but he was thrown over his shoulder to prevent his tactic. “P-PUT ME DOWN!”
“Brother!” Ludwig huffed as he began to ascend the steps, ignoring Gilbert’s fists hitting his back. “We’ve come too far for you to chicken out now!”
“W-What?!” He winced at his brother’s voice breaking. “Y-You just said you’d wait forever if you have to!”
“That was before I realized you’re not engaging with me because you’re scared I’m going to hurt you!” He snapped back as he reached the top of the stairs. Gilbert suddenly went limp, his entire face turning red before he began to beat his back again.
“I-I am not scared! I’m the fucking awesome Prussia! I was afraid that… That I’d shit on the sheets during sex! I’m constipated! Now lemme down!”
Ludwig ignored him as he entered his bedroom. He grabbed his waist with his two strong hands and Gilbert was soon bouncing on the covers, unable to move when his brother pinned him down. He began to thrash.
“N-Not gonna be my fault if I mess on my sheets! T-Then you’ll have to clean it up!”
“If you’re constipated, you can’t… shit, Gilbert!” He hesitated at using the curse. “You’re confusing having the runs with being stopped up again!”
“I am not!”
“Yes you are!” Ludwig snapped back and he gripped his brother’s wrists hard, his lower body pinning his brother down before he let out a snarl of exasperation. “Why are you so afraid now?! You were eager this morning!”
“I have a heart condition!” Gilbert cried out before he winced at Ludwig’s growl.
“GILBERT!”
“WHAT.”
“Tell me!” His irritated façade began to crack and he was soon clutching his brother’s chest, his forehead hitting it roughly as he sighed. “Please… Gilbert, tell me if you don’t trust me. Stop lying to me…”
His shoulders sagged in defeat. “I trust you, West.” He muttered, reaching down to brush his fingers through the slicked back silky golden strands. “I just don’t trust myself. I’m scared…”
“Gilbert, you don’t have to be.” Ludwig leaned up and kissed his forehead. “I promise I won’t hurt you and I mean it.”
“It’s not that.” He mumbled and Ludwig frowned.
“…Then what is it?” He frowned at him and Gilbert’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly, indicating he was beginning to panic before he blurted out an answer before Ludwig could even ask.
“W-What if you’re bad! What if I’m bad! What if we’re so awful at sex that we can never be with each other again because of the embarrassment and shame and then we scorn each other and loathe each other until one of us runs away and joins a band of Gypsies a-and -“
“Gilbert.” Ludwig let out a small scoff of disbelief. “That won’t ever happen! Why would you…” His smile faded from his face as he looked down at his brother who had tears in his eyes. Ludwig immediately began pulling him into a hug, kissing them away as his brother let out an angry sniff. “Gilbert, did that really happen to you?”
“..All except the Gypsies.” He muttered before he buried his face into his brother’s chest. “I don’t want you to leave me.” He began to curse Francis with every bone in his body before he muttered so low under his breath that his brother couldn’t hear. “I needed instructions so you’d never leave me if I’m bad like he did…”
“I’m not going to.” Ludwig rubbed his back. “Why would I leave you because you’re not good in bed? You didn’t leave me.” Gilbert’s cheeks flushed but he kept his mouth shut. “And that’s what practice is for. I doubt there’s ever been a person who’s been naturally a god at it.”
His brother still said nothing and he sighed before he pushed him away so they sat across from each other. Ludwig held up his hand and his brother stared at him suspicious.
“I extend my vow that I will not hurt you and that you can trust me to also guarantee that I will not leave you.” He slapped his hand over his heart before he crossed it with an ‘X’. Gilbert flushed and threw a pillow at him.
“Now you’re acting like a woman again.” He pouted as he buried his face into the sheets. Ludwig let out a laugh and crawled over him, his fingers constantly jabbing his sulking body until they were tickling him. Gilbert let out a squeaked and began kicking out, wailing as Ludwig managed to get a hand under his arm and get him crying with laughter. A sharp punch to his shoulder didn’t deter him and Ludwig was soon attacking Gilbert’s sides, making him thrash as he started to choke.
“S-Stop! S-STOP! I-I’m going to piss myself!” He begged, trying unsuccessfully to push him off. “ACK!”
“Oh? This is where you’re the most ticklish? Interesting…” Ludwig teased as he attacked his brother’s right side before he stopped to haul him into his arms for a kiss. Gilbert was still laughing as their lips connected and they had to break so he could finish.
“Y-You’re such a dick!” He snorted, still trying calm his breathing and Ludwig gave a small shrug.
“Gilbert.”
“What?” He wiped the back of his mouth with his arm.
“Why didn’t you leave me if I was so bad? Or leave me before when I was a child and you were…” His cheeks went red as he trailed off. Gilbert curled his lips in, giving a small shrug before he blew out the inhaled breath, still cracking a smile as he did.
“Because it was you and not me. I was perfect in bed.” He shrugged. “And when you were a child? Please! If I was so terrible, what were you going to do? You didn’t know any better!” He started to cackle. Ludwig’s cheek twitched but he swallowed it down and smiled, switching the subject.
“Do you trust me, brother?” He asked and Gilbert gave another shrug.
“Yes, I trust you.” He leaned up to ruffle his hair making Ludwig pull away in frustration. “You’re just… so irritating sometimes.”
“You’re one to talk!” He snapped back and Gilbert let out a laugh which made Ludwig soften in return. “I’m glad you’re smiling again.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He rubbed his nose. “Quite being all sappy on me! It’s ruining my awesomeness.” Ludwig rolled his eyes.
“It’s almost lunch.” He nodded to the clock beside Gilbert’s bed. “Do you want me to make you something to eat now-?” But Gilbert was shaking his head.
“Naw… I… I think it’s time.” He said with a sigh before he slapped his brother’s forehead. “No more fighting from this point on, okay!”
“W-Well then don’t start the fights!” Ludwig retaliated back and Gilbert snorted. They remained silent for a few minutes, both of them shifting in place before Gilbert balled his hands up into fists and he hit the top of his thighs in determination.
“W-West… Make love to me.” His ears went red as he said it. “Right here and right now.”
“A-Are you sure?” He sputtered back and his brother lowered his head and nodded frantically.
“Yeah… Stick that ‘Big Wurst’ of yours in me.” He smiled sheepishly and Ludwig pinned him back on the bed, his eye twitching in irritation.
“Ha, ha.” He said sarcastically, crushing his lips against Gilbert’s. “I didn’t even know you could remember that far back.”
“I remember everything, darling.” Gilbert sang at him before he submitted to his brother. His body sunk into the sheets and his head fell back as Ludwig pushed him down, his mouth being violated by his now-skilled tongue. It was a dance they were now well acquainted with, but both still enjoyed. Gilbert liked the simple, fast, breathless kisses that left his head dizzy and his cock aching for relief. Ludwig preferred using his tongue; both to violate his brother’s mouth as well as coax him into a duel to encourage his desire.
They got into a wordless fight over it for a brief minute. Gilbert attacked his brother’s mouth, leaning up off the bed to constantly assault him with the fast kisses he liked. Ludwig let out a low growl in return and used his physical advantage to force Gilbert back to the bed so he could dive his tongue into his mouth. It was strength versus determination and Ludwig came out the victor.
Gilbert didn’t mind as he was forced to flatten his tongue against his brother’s in the air, both making lewd noises. He had an advantage over him and as Ludwig dipped down to run the tip of his tongue over his brother’s teeth, he jerked and let out a bark in shock. Gilbert’s hand was down his pants and squeezing his semi-hard member in a rapid succession. He couldn’t help but thrust into it.
“P-Playing a bit dirty, aren’t we?” He huffed, glaring at his humming brother.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He batted his eyes innocently as he gave another squeeze. Ludwig opened his mouth to protest and the hand withdrew as fast as it had slid in, his voice becoming muffled as he kissed him over and over, making him dizzy with pleasure. Gilbert fell back on the bed, taking Ludwig with him and they battled it out again for a few moments before Ludwig jerked away, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. Gilbert licked his swollen lips.
“Brother…” He flushed, wiping his mouth. He again batted his eyes innocently, puckering his lips.
“I know, I’m awesome.” He purred and Ludwig ignored the remark. Instead he leaned down and tweaked one of his nipples, making him cry out in shock and his hips thrust up. “H-HEY! You… You d-dick! Now w-who’s playing unfair!” He whined at the chuckling figure.
“Who, me?” He shrugged his shoulders, leaning down to attach his mouth to the underside of Gilbert’s Adam’s apple and suck gently. He felt the shivers run up and down his brother’s body and his wet kisses moved downwards, to where his neck joined his upper body and then to nip lightly at his shoulder.
Gilbert busied himself with running his hands through his brother’s hair, his nails combing the strands back and Ludwig purred below him as he lifted up Gilbert’s arm and sucked below his armpit. He moaned, frowning at him from above as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He honestly would never have figured out that under his arm was an interesting place… So how did Ludwig? He began to growl, opening his mouth to ask when he yelped and thrust his chest and hips up.
He was lapping at his left nipple now and Gilbert melted in his arms, forgetting his question already. “…A-Ah… W-West…”
“Hmmm?” Came the reply, his fingers pulling at the skin around his nipple, making it slowly pop up from its hidden position. He shifted his position, his own covered erection now locked against Gilbert’s and he rubbed in response, lips closing around the stiff nub.
“…N-Not there!” He said at first before he cried out at his brother’s tongue rapidly flicking against it. “A-AH! M-More!”
He ignored Ludwig’s snort. “What do you want?” He teased as his other hand went to toy with the neglected right one. Gilbert glared at him before his cheeks turned red and he arched his back.
“M-More!” He covered his face as he said it, ashamed how he easily went to a wanton whore over a few simple licks and his hands were pulled away and a kiss was placed on his lips.
“You’re adorable, brother.” Ludwig grinned and the top of his head was hit.
“I-I’m not adorable! I-I’m awesome and MANLY a-and… aaaahhh.. AHH!” His hands slapped over his mouth to silence himself as the nimble fingers pinched both of his sensitive nipples up at the same time, pulling them up a bit before they let go and Ludwig was back on them, his tongue dragging a trail between the left and right as he switched. Gilbert flopped on the bed, his hands snapping from his mouth to tangle in the golden hairs. He began to pant, his eyes on the ceiling as he rubbed his cock against the others, his body tingling and twitching at every lick and suckle.
“W-West…” He began to moan, louder and longer each time. Ludwig’s response was to suck harder.
As he did and focused his energy on the deep red right one, Gilbert began to tremble, his hands shaking as he gripped Ludwig’s shoulders, his teeth biting on his lip almost painfully before he started to whine. His hips rubbed hard against his brother’s in an erratic fashion and his breathing became rapid and uneven when the sensation faded.
Ludwig had withdrawn.
“W-W-West!” He begged, his entire body now shaking. “Keep going! I-I’m almost there…” His brother only grinned and leaned back to admire the view before him of his elder brother flushed and trembling below.
“Patience, Gilbert.” He mumbled softly, reaching up to smooth back a few wet strands of his hair. “Isn’t that what you taught me?”
“W-West! I-I’m gonna burst!” He rutted against him but his strong hands grabbed his hips and held him steady, making him wail in frustration. “WEST!”
“Patience…” Ludwig smiled. “Is something you need to master on the battlefield and the bedroom, dearest brother.”
“Y-You dick!” He slapped him upside the head. “If you d-don’t get me off right now then you can spend the rest of your days masturbating with your fucking patience!”
He smirked and gave a shrug before his hands went done and he began pulling at the drawstrings on his pants. His brother watched, his own fingers rubbing against his sensitive nipples to try and get himself off when Ludwig caught him. He let out a moan of frustration.
He said nothing, squeezing his wrist before he quickly helped himself out of his pants, kicking them off the side of the bed as he turned on Gilbert. His gaze went to between his legs and his mouth began to water at the sight. He was fully erect.
“W-West…” He arched his back, trying to make him go back to ravishing his chest. “Keep sucking…”
“No, brother.” Ludwig shook his head, reaching down to grasp the top of his own pants before he gently tugged them down, careful not to hurt his brother’s erection which sprang free. “I don’t want you tiring yourself out yet.” He got a pout in protest.
“Please! You should worry about that yourself! I-I can go all night!” He growled before a small noise came out of his throat when his brother swung his legs around and was straddled himself above his head, his large cock hanging down flush with his mouth. He paused, unsure of what exactly he wanted when his hand came between his legs and grabbed his own cock, lowering his hips a bit to nudge the tip against Gilbert’s mouth. He got the hint.
It was much different than he was used to as gravity became an obvious foe to overcome, but he used his skills wisely and slid his mouth up and down his shaft, tongue flicking the entire way until he let out a cry in shock. He moved Ludwig’s cock aside temporarily to stare between his own legs and he was shocked and quite aroused to see his brother imitating his movements on his own cock. The sight of his tongue dragging up the side made Gilbert moan loudly and ravish his brother’s in a much more enthusiastic way. Ludwig chuckled before he stifled the moan in his throat and continued his own motions.
He groaned as his brother started to jerk him off quick, harsh motions, his tongue joining in only to flicker at his tip before struggling to tickle his balls. His hands soon let go and they reached up to wrap around his body, his mouth doing the work now, thrusting up and down his length. He couldn’t help himself.
“Gilbert.” He whined and there was only a sloppy, wet ‘pop’ in reply as he struggled to lean up and suck on one of his balls, his hands grasping his body for support. He gripped his brother tight in his hand before he moved up and down, his mouth only sucking the tip. It was enough for him to thrust up in pleasure and for beads of precum to start pearling out of his slit. He chuckled but kept his thoughts to himself over his brother’s lack of control.
Gilbert was still preoccupied with his task, his hands now kneading Ludwig’s strong, muscular buttocks when he shifted and he lost his grip. He hit the bed hard with a yelp, glaring at his hands to punish them mentally before he aimed Ludwig’s cock back at his mouth and he tried to deepthroat him. It almost worked. It would have worked! … if Ludwig didn’t pull away.
“W-West!” Gilbert protested but Ludwig still moved away from him, reaching down to jerk himself off while he ignored the punch to his lower back. In a few breathless pants he froze before his body relaxed and the wet sounds of skin meeting skin got louder. Gilbert leaned up, frowning until he saw Ludwig coating his cock with his own seed. He let out a sigh before one of his hands clamped down on Gilbert’s dripping member. In a few skilled strokes, Gilbert was thrusting up with a howl, seed spurting from him and into his brother’s hands before he collapsed on the bed, shaking.
“Y-You could have w-warned me!” He whined, not even bothering to look up and see Ludwig quickly licking one of his fingers, flushing at the taste.
“Then the fun would be lost.” He pulled his hand away and turned back to him, knocking his legs apart and using the excess as more lubricant. Gilbert relaxed, flushing as he felt the slick fingers prod at his entrance before a single digit entered. He tensed for a split second before he thrust against it, purring. He did the same for the next two that eventually entered, his hips moving against them in a slow rhythm until Ludwig pulled them away.
“W-West…” He whined again but Ludwig silenced him with a kiss.
“Do you feel like you’re ready?” He asked, rubbing his thigh. Gilbert gave a nod.
“I can take you, don’t worry.” He flashed him a lopsided grin. “I took you before, didn’t I?”
Ludwig’s cheeks turned a bit red. “If I hurt you, yell ‘stop’, okay?” He demanded and Gilbert rolled his eyes, spreading his legs but Ludwig shook his head and motioned for him to turn over. He sighed but did as he was told, turning on to his hands and knees, raising his ass high in the air. He felt his brother rub his entrance a few more times, making sure he was properly ready before the bed shifted. There was a pause, Gilbert began loudly sighing when he felt his brother’s wet tip press against him. It took a few moments but he finally began pushing forward and his entire body soon became tense.
He was bigger than the last time. Way bigger. He was aware of this from before but he merely thought he grew in length, not girth. It was ridiculously frustrating and exhilarating.
“W-West…” He began to whimper, his head lying against the sheets as he felt him struggle to get in. “W-West, j-just push!”
“…I don’t want to hurt you!” Came the answer and he shook his head.
“J-Just push in! I’ll adjust!”
“G-Gilbert.”
“PUSH!” He whipped his head up to glare at him from over his shoulder and his wish was granted. His mouth clamped onto one of his pillows and he ripped a hole in it to keep from screaming as his brother forced his way in, completely sheathing himself before he remained still, his own hands trembling as they held on to his hips.
“Gilbert…” A strained pant came. “You’re… so tight!” He said nothing, only focusing on trying to calm down as he kept squeezing and shaking at the cock embedded in his body. He released the pillow to let out a gasp, sucking in as much breath as he could before slowly he began to relax. The warm arms wrapping around his waist helped and he lowered his body to the bed, whimpering a few times as Ludwig kissed his neck and shoulders, rubbing his back.
“Should I pull out?” He asked with concern and Gilbert shook his head.
“No…” He whispered, his fingers constantly gripping and twisting the pillow in his hands. “It’s subsiding… I’ll.. I’ll be fine.” He hit his head against the goose feathered lump. “You’re… so much fucking bigger than before.”
Ludwig smiled weakly at the compliment. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He petted his brother’s hair and after some time, Gilbert gave a nod and reached behind him to cup his brother’s head and force him to dip down and kiss him.
“I’m fine.”
Ludwig continued to remain motionless, preferring to kiss his brother instead until he began to squirm and purposely clench against him. “West, my ass wants to be filled! Move!” Gilbert loudly complained and he eventually raised himself back up to his original position behind him, hands gripping his hips, his back straight before he began to move. As soon as he did, Gilbert let out a long moan and clutched the pillow to his body, biting back into it as he sucked on a corner.
His movements were slow at first as he tried not to hurt him. He dragged himself out and would gently push back in until Gilbert began to snap in anger at how slow and ‘unawesome’ he was being. So he sped up to a comfortable rocking pace which made Gilbert close his eyes and hum and his own body relax with pleasure. It felt nice.
“Gilbert.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around him once again as he still thrust into his body. Gilbert let go of the wet corner of the pillow and turned his head to see his brother. “Do you want me to speed up?”
“Do what feels right.” He purred, flopping against the bed as he bucked back to meet his thrusts. “Or stay like this forever…Doesn’t matter.”
Ludwig let out a laugh. “I don’t think it’s possible to ‘stay like this forever’” He teased, licking the back of his neck. Gilbert scoffed.
“And why not?!” He raised his nose pretentiously. “If I can survive falling off a cliff then I can survive having your dick in me for the rest of my life!”
“You’re so stupid sometimes.” Ludwig laughed as he began to pick up his speed, making Gilbert whimper.
“A-And you need to stop thinking so much! A-Anything is possible!” He snapped before he clung to the pillow and wiggled his ass. “A-Ah!”
Ludwig rolled his eyes before he concentrated on the task at hand. Once the initial excitement had worn off of them simply being connected it soon became about the pleasure. Gilbert was stuck in a position where he was completely open to his brother’s teasing, fingers brushing over his nipples and a hand rubbing at his cock.
All he could do was increase his thrusts back and challenge Ludwig to meet them. His brother accepted happily and the bed began to creak as they started to move as one together. The pillow was glued to Gilbert’s arms, the corners wet with his saliva and Ludwig’s hands remained stuck to his body when Gilbert began to chant ‘faster’. The creaking turned to banging and the two were soon letting out moans, each in sync with each other as they reached a satisfying rhythm.
It was only when Ludwig began to get tired of it and angle his thrusts did he get sharp, loud reactions from his brother.
“NOT THERE!” Gilbert howled, his entire body tensed before he slammed his hips back against Ludwig, moaning loudly as his brother slowed in compliance. “H-Hit me again there! Hit it again!”
“…Y-You just said no.”
“AGAIN!” He commanded and Ludwig frowned before he once again complied. He angled his hips again and thrust down, making Gilbert clench hard against him and wail. “JESUS, NOT THERE!” He took a breath. “Again! Again!”
“G-Gilbert!” He cried out, now becoming frustrated. “Which is it!?”
“Again! Again!” He wasn’t even listening. Ludwig calmed himself, his mind focusing on a thought for a moment before he began to fiercely rub against the spot that caused his brother so much pain and pleasure. His brother seemed to snap and he ripped at the sheets, letting out loud wails of pleasure and quick cries of pain before his entire body became stiff and Ludwig choked on how tight his brother squeezed against him.
He began to thrust against him erratically, his breath becoming ragged as he pulled at the covers before his body started to go limp. Ludwig caught him before he collapsed entirely and rubbed his brother’s back as he felt the wet spot forming on the sheets under him.
“Well, at least I made you cum this time.” He mumbled to himself before he focused on his own pleasure. His brother’s body still sparked and gripped his cock as he thrust in but now in a much more random pattern than before. He didn’t mind, his eyes closing as he replayed his brother crying his name over and over in his head and he eventually let out a groan of pleasure, his head falling to the side as he emptied himself into Gilbert’s body below.
Gilbert squeezed his cock in approval and waited until he felt Ludwig come back to his senses before he shifted and turned himself over onto his back. Ludwig’s cock fell out in the process but he immediately pushed it back in and caught his brother’s exhausted body in his arms, hugging him tight to his chest. It took a moment but he too eventually wrapped his arms around his body and they clung to each other, their panting soon subsiding. Ludwig let out another groan.
“Gilbert…” He raised his head and he was attacked with sloppy kisses, both of them too tired to fight but still desperate to be close. “Did… A-Are you…” He struggled with his words between kisses.
“You were awesome, West.” Gilbert smirked, pushing his sweaty bangs back to their original position. Ludwig smiled back and rested his head on him, feeling his brother’s pulse against his cock before he frowned at him shifting to move. He was trying to reach over to his nightstand drawer and eventually Ludwig leaned over and did it for him.
“Get the cross in there.” Gilbert instructed and he obeyed, pulling out a necklace with an Iron Cross attached to it. He handed it to his brother and Gilbert smiled, pressing it against his lips for a moment before it was thrown over Ludwig’s head. He blinked as the cross hit his body, the necklace now adorning his chest. He didn’t understand.
“Gilbert…” He reached down and touched the medal, holding it for a second to confirm his suspicions. “Isn’t this your cross?”
“Nope.” He grinned, relaxing against the sheets. “It’s yours now.”
His cheeks went red. “…I can’t accept this.”
He waved it off. "Consider this a wedding vow." He soon turned away from his as his cheeks turned red. "I know we can't properly be married because.. y'know. We'd be lynched. Beaten. It's unnatural and shit like that. And I'm banned from the church anyways..."
Ludwig gaped at him. “…A wedding…” He cut off his speech before his own cheeks turned deep red and he ripped his brother from the sheets, forcing him into a tight hug to which he started hitting his head for.
“H-HEY! OW! J-Jesus, Ludwig! Stop with the gorilla grip!” He barked, banging his head until he was kissed with such force it made him go limp.
“Do you really want to marry me?” He asked and once he came to his senses he gave a shrug and crossed his arms.
“N-Not if you keep acting like a girl!” He stuttered, his ears burning from embarrassment. “…B-But, yeah. I… I’ve been saving that for you for a while. I-if you’ll accept it.”
Ludwig smiled and nuzzled his cheek before he couldn’t help himself. “Was I really that good in bed that you want to marry me right away?”
“What? You cheeky little shit! Give me that back then if you’re going to be a dick about it!” He snapped, trying to get the necklace off but Ludwig was stronger and he was flattened against the bed. “Y-You have some nerve!”
“Gilbert.” He smiled and his brother puffed up his cheeks, ready to fight back. “I love you.”
They disappeared at his words and he rubbed his nose, nodding. “I love you too.” He flushed at the gentle kiss applied to his lips before he shoved him back, his hands pressing Ludwig’s face away from him. “A-Alright, enough with this! I’m hungry now!” He complained and his brother smiled.
“I’ll go make up something.” He started to pull out but Gilbert grabbed onto him before he could.
“Don’t pull out! Carry me downstairs!” He whined, his legs wrapping tight around his waist and Ludwig rolled his eyes as he struggled to move, his hands cupping his brother awkwardly as he slid off the bed still connected with him. “I want potato pancakes!”
“What about our reputation?” Ludwig slyly teased. “If someone were to see us like this…”
“Who the fuck cares?!” Gilbert snapped. “And if they did, they’d be fired! I said no servants in the house today!” He clung harder to his brother as he started to walk, his hands struggling to open the door. “I want pancakes! Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes, pancakes!”
“What did I get myself in to?” Ludwig sighed. “This marriage doesn’t seem like a good idea now.” He joked and he got a punch to his head.
“PANCAKES!”
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Francis sighed at his cousin, watching her tie the drawstring to the curtains before she walked to him, holding two letters.
“A Mr.Belischmidt… and a Mr.Belischmidt.” She said, annoyed. He yawned and stretched out, taking them from her before he opened his hand and waited for the silver letter opener to be placed in it.
“They’re not bad, you know.” He lightly scolded her. “They’re just…. German.”
“I never said anything.” She muttered quietly and he smirked before he winked at her, ripping the envelopes open. He paused for a moment to read the first one, giving a chuckle before he placed it down.
“Well, looks like another success story for me.” He grabbed the other letter. She peered over, curious, before he just shoved it into her face, making her stiffen. “You CAN read it, it’s not anything personal.”
Her glasses were adjusted before she began to read it aloud.
‘Dear Mr. Bonnefoy,
I thank you for all of your help and letters. I am eternally grateful for your service and would like to inform you that everything went perfectly. I will not go into details but I will say that I could not have done this without you. If you ever need a favor do not hesitate to ask as I will deliver to the best of my abilities.
Ludwig Belischmidt.’
She looked over at him, her eyebrow raising. “So formal.”
“Yeah, he’s like that.” He shrugged as he snorted at the second letter. It was given to her again as he slid out of bed, wandering over to his wardrobe and she repeated the process of reading it aloud.
‘Francis,
You fucking son of a bitch! When I see you I am going to tear your heart out and shove it up your ass! I should bring my army to your country and blow your fucking house up, your servants houses, your boss’ house, and any other house I feel like but everything went well.
So I am just going to blow up your house. I hate you, you stupid, asshole, dick-eating, frenchie, bastard.
Gilbert Belischmidt.
Post-Script.
Your hair is stupid.’
Her mouth twitched as she put it down and looked over her shoulder at him fixing his cravat in the mirror. “Francis… What the hell-“ But he waved her off.
“Don’t mind him, he’s just mad because I played a bit of a trick on him which he didn’t appreciate.” He smoothed down his vest, studying himself for a moment before he strode over to her, collected the letters up to drop on his nightstand before he pulled her into his arms. “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
She still frowned. “Why did you say they were a success story? One thanked you and the other threatened you.” He spun her around the room.
“Words are not always what they seem.” He smiled, twirling her in his arms. “They may not have said but it’s clear. They are together with me, the god of Love to thank.” He grinned and her eyes softened.
“How do you know they’ll stay together and this won’t just be a fling?” Her words had double meaning and his forehead softly hit hers as he continued to make her dance with him.
“I don’t. But they love each other…” He paused and held her in his arms making her blush. “And it’s better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all.”
She pushed him away and straightened her clothes quickly, adjusting her glasses. “Yes, well, your breakfast is being served downstairs. I suggest you go before it gets cold!”
He grinned and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze before he pulled her to the door.
“We mustn’t have that, must we?” He sang before he looked over his shoulder at the letters and smiled. He pushed her out the door, making her curse at him for a second before he paused and gave out a sigh.
“Keep trusting him, Gilbert.” He muttered to the ceiling, pulling out a ribbon from his pocket to tie his hair back. “And I know you’ll be together, like I predicted.”
“FRANCIS!” Came the yell and he smirked, tossing his head back.
“Coming~!”
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Epilogue
Author: Poppy
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Germany/Prussia, France, Spain, Monaco
Word Count: 7025
Warning: Sex & Language
Summary: Prussia allows Germany to top him for the first time. Little does he know how bad his little brother is...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I wish to make money off of this! This is merely for fun! :)
Note: Kink Meme Request Fill! The original request is as follows:
A Young!Germany tops Prussia and when he asks how it was, Prussia goes quiet. He doesn't want to admit it wasn't good but he doesn't want to hurt Germany's feelings. So he lies. Then begs for France's help in the matter.
Annnnnd the ending. Not much to say... I don't know if I like this fill, to be honest. It feels like I should have done better... *ponders*
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“Breakfast.” Ludwig smiled as he entered Gilbert’s room, placing the tray down on the dresser as he went to draw the curtains. Gilbert merely rolled over in bed, squeezing his eyes shut when the sunlight came pouring in before he let out a yawn and stretched. He grabbed a few pillows and threw them behind his back to support himself as he leaned up to take the coffee from Ludwig’s hand, sipping on it for a moment before he sighed.
“Tastes like shit.” He whined and Ludwig laughed.
“Put some sugar in it.” He held out the small bowl and Gilbert only took a pinch, stirring it into the black liquid before he took another sip.
“Tastes like shit.” He complained again and he set the cup down on his nightstand. Ludwig’s response was to let out an exasperated sigh.
“Gilbert…” Ludwig rolled his eyes, turning to grab one of the pretzels when two arms grabbed his waist and forced him back so his feet came out from underneath him and his body hit the bed. As soon as it did and he got himself orientated again he found lips pressed against his and Gilbert sliding onto his lap. It was only for a few kisses but he savored every one of them.
“Guess what.” Gilbert grinned on top of him and Ludwig gave a shrug.
“Tell me.”
“We have the house to ourselves today.” The answer came after a quick kiss was applied to his lips. Ludwig raised a brow, giving him a smile before he turned the tables and Gilbert was suddenly on his back, his hands pinned down by his brother’s and he let out a small chuckle.
“Is that so?” Ludwig mumbled above him. “And how did that come to pass?”
“I told everyone to fuck off.” Gilbert stuck his tongue out which his brother took no time in swallowing up. A few breathless tangles later and his shirt was being pulled off, exposing his chest to his younger brother which forced his cheeks to become flushed with desire. His brother dipped down, pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, then one to the side of his neck before he ghosted his lips down his body until he reached one of his brother’s pretty pink nipples. Then he waited, not moving an inch until Gilbert began to squirm.
“W-West!” He tried forcing his head down but he found it more difficult than it should have been. “Suck already!”
“What’s the magic word?” He grinned and he got a hard punch in the side of his temple that made him temporarily see stars.
“The magic word is ‘do it or I’ll chop your balls off!’ you asshole!” Gilbert spat, wiggling underneath him until he got his wish. Ludwig obeyed his command, for the moment, leaning up to place a hot kiss against his flat nub, lapping it until it slowly started protruding out before he paused. Gilbert let out a whine and again tried to force him down but he resisted and pinched his sensitive nub to make him stopped. It was effective.
“OW! SHIT!” He cried, covering his chest as a tear formed in his eye. “D-Do you really want to be a eunuch!?!”
“Gilbert.” Ludwig reached up and cupped his face. “Is everyone really gone from the house?” He asked in all seriousness. Gilbert paused his juvenile pouting before he nodded.
“Yeah. Why would I lie about that?” He sniffed and Ludwig’s cheek twitched.
“Are you ready then?” He mumbled, his thumb moving up to wipe away one of his brother’s tears. “Do you want to… Right now?”
Gilbert’s shoulders relaxed and he flushed at the thought, his mind immediately going to Francis’ instructions, which he didn’t even look at last night, and he turned back to his brother.
“Are you ready?” He bit his lip and Ludwig gave a nod. Gilbert steadied himself, trying not to panic. “W-Well, I need to piss first!” He bolted up from the bed, skillfully grabbed the handkerchief from beside his dresser as he began to leave. “I-I’ll be right back!” He called from over his shoulder before he went sprinting down the stairs to the bathing room, slamming the door hard before he sighed and looked at the sacred cloth in his hand.
He took a moment to actually relieve himself, reminding him that doing so during sex was probably seen as bad taste, but as he was washing his face he began to flush at the thought of what he was going to do. He was, once again, going to enter his bedroom and allow Ludwig to have sex with him… But would this time be any different?
He raised himself up on his toes, studying his chest for a second - his nipples at attention - before he sighed and grabbed the handkerchief. He opened it up carefully, flushing as he saw the black ink before he gaped at the words.
‘Gilbert,
You’re on your own.
Just trust yourself & your brother.
And fuck you.
Francis.’
He began to hyperventilate.
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“Gilbert…” There was a knock at the door and he froze from his curled position on the floor, looking to the entrance with wild eyes as the knocking continued. “Are you alright in there? You’ve been gone for an hour.”
“…Y-Yeah.” He slapped himself for speaking. He should have kept his mouth shut! Then he wouldn’t have known! “…I’m… just…” What? His mind attacked him. Too afraid to have sex with him because he was so awful the first time?! “…Trying to take a shit here!”
There was silence. “You know, you could say ‘using the facilities’ instead of being disgusting.”
Gilbert couldn’t help but smile at that but he lifted his nails to his mouth, biting down on them hard, breaking one off.
“Gilbert.” The muffled call came again and he chewed on his middle finger. “Do you want me to call Helga?”
“NO.” He immediately shouted. There was more silence and he started to pray that Ludwig would leave him alone. He could survive living in the bathing room for the rest of his life, somehow. The one positive note was that at least he’d probably be extremely clean he mused before there was a sigh.
“Gilbert.” He bit his ring finger’s nail. “If you’re really not comfortable, we don’t have to have sex. I can wait.” His heart pained as he heard how disappointed his brother was. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.”
He couldn’t take it.
Slowly he got up off the floor, looking at the handkerchief he threw into the chamber pot before he hesitated at the door. He didn’t have Francis to help him, he certainly wasn’t asking Antonio, and he was all out of options. He opened the door and slid out of the room, his eyes on the floor as he pulled the door to a close behind him and flattened his back against it.
“…M’fraid…. You..”
“What?” Ludwig said, bending down, but Gilbert avoided his stare. “Brother, what’s wrong?”
“…I’m…. ‘fraid… hurting…” Ludwig forced his chin up but he still couldn’t meet his eyes. “I-I’m afraid.”
“Of what?” And he shrugged, fidgeting in place. “Brother, what have you not been telling me?”
He began to cough and shuffle in place, his hands twisting the drawstrings to his pants before he shrugged again. “…I don’t know.”
Ludwig straightened up, his hands dropping from his brother before he lunged and forced Gilbert into his arms, making the nation scream like a girl and hit him relentlessly so he would put him down. Ludwig remained firm, taking the punches as he marched to the stairs.
“W-WEST! P-PUT ME DOWN!” He shrieked, trying to claw at his face but he was thrown over his shoulder to prevent his tactic. “P-PUT ME DOWN!”
“Brother!” Ludwig huffed as he began to ascend the steps, ignoring Gilbert’s fists hitting his back. “We’ve come too far for you to chicken out now!”
“W-What?!” He winced at his brother’s voice breaking. “Y-You just said you’d wait forever if you have to!”
“That was before I realized you’re not engaging with me because you’re scared I’m going to hurt you!” He snapped back as he reached the top of the stairs. Gilbert suddenly went limp, his entire face turning red before he began to beat his back again.
“I-I am not scared! I’m the fucking awesome Prussia! I was afraid that… That I’d shit on the sheets during sex! I’m constipated! Now lemme down!”
Ludwig ignored him as he entered his bedroom. He grabbed his waist with his two strong hands and Gilbert was soon bouncing on the covers, unable to move when his brother pinned him down. He began to thrash.
“N-Not gonna be my fault if I mess on my sheets! T-Then you’ll have to clean it up!”
“If you’re constipated, you can’t… shit, Gilbert!” He hesitated at using the curse. “You’re confusing having the runs with being stopped up again!”
“I am not!”
“Yes you are!” Ludwig snapped back and he gripped his brother’s wrists hard, his lower body pinning his brother down before he let out a snarl of exasperation. “Why are you so afraid now?! You were eager this morning!”
“I have a heart condition!” Gilbert cried out before he winced at Ludwig’s growl.
“GILBERT!”
“WHAT.”
“Tell me!” His irritated façade began to crack and he was soon clutching his brother’s chest, his forehead hitting it roughly as he sighed. “Please… Gilbert, tell me if you don’t trust me. Stop lying to me…”
His shoulders sagged in defeat. “I trust you, West.” He muttered, reaching down to brush his fingers through the slicked back silky golden strands. “I just don’t trust myself. I’m scared…”
“Gilbert, you don’t have to be.” Ludwig leaned up and kissed his forehead. “I promise I won’t hurt you and I mean it.”
“It’s not that.” He mumbled and Ludwig frowned.
“…Then what is it?” He frowned at him and Gilbert’s chest began to rise and fall rapidly, indicating he was beginning to panic before he blurted out an answer before Ludwig could even ask.
“W-What if you’re bad! What if I’m bad! What if we’re so awful at sex that we can never be with each other again because of the embarrassment and shame and then we scorn each other and loathe each other until one of us runs away and joins a band of Gypsies a-and -“
“Gilbert.” Ludwig let out a small scoff of disbelief. “That won’t ever happen! Why would you…” His smile faded from his face as he looked down at his brother who had tears in his eyes. Ludwig immediately began pulling him into a hug, kissing them away as his brother let out an angry sniff. “Gilbert, did that really happen to you?”
“..All except the Gypsies.” He muttered before he buried his face into his brother’s chest. “I don’t want you to leave me.” He began to curse Francis with every bone in his body before he muttered so low under his breath that his brother couldn’t hear. “I needed instructions so you’d never leave me if I’m bad like he did…”
“I’m not going to.” Ludwig rubbed his back. “Why would I leave you because you’re not good in bed? You didn’t leave me.” Gilbert’s cheeks flushed but he kept his mouth shut. “And that’s what practice is for. I doubt there’s ever been a person who’s been naturally a god at it.”
His brother still said nothing and he sighed before he pushed him away so they sat across from each other. Ludwig held up his hand and his brother stared at him suspicious.
“I extend my vow that I will not hurt you and that you can trust me to also guarantee that I will not leave you.” He slapped his hand over his heart before he crossed it with an ‘X’. Gilbert flushed and threw a pillow at him.
“Now you’re acting like a woman again.” He pouted as he buried his face into the sheets. Ludwig let out a laugh and crawled over him, his fingers constantly jabbing his sulking body until they were tickling him. Gilbert let out a squeaked and began kicking out, wailing as Ludwig managed to get a hand under his arm and get him crying with laughter. A sharp punch to his shoulder didn’t deter him and Ludwig was soon attacking Gilbert’s sides, making him thrash as he started to choke.
“S-Stop! S-STOP! I-I’m going to piss myself!” He begged, trying unsuccessfully to push him off. “ACK!”
“Oh? This is where you’re the most ticklish? Interesting…” Ludwig teased as he attacked his brother’s right side before he stopped to haul him into his arms for a kiss. Gilbert was still laughing as their lips connected and they had to break so he could finish.
“Y-You’re such a dick!” He snorted, still trying calm his breathing and Ludwig gave a small shrug.
“Gilbert.”
“What?” He wiped the back of his mouth with his arm.
“Why didn’t you leave me if I was so bad? Or leave me before when I was a child and you were…” His cheeks went red as he trailed off. Gilbert curled his lips in, giving a small shrug before he blew out the inhaled breath, still cracking a smile as he did.
“Because it was you and not me. I was perfect in bed.” He shrugged. “And when you were a child? Please! If I was so terrible, what were you going to do? You didn’t know any better!” He started to cackle. Ludwig’s cheek twitched but he swallowed it down and smiled, switching the subject.
“Do you trust me, brother?” He asked and Gilbert gave another shrug.
“Yes, I trust you.” He leaned up to ruffle his hair making Ludwig pull away in frustration. “You’re just… so irritating sometimes.”
“You’re one to talk!” He snapped back and Gilbert let out a laugh which made Ludwig soften in return. “I’m glad you’re smiling again.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He rubbed his nose. “Quite being all sappy on me! It’s ruining my awesomeness.” Ludwig rolled his eyes.
“It’s almost lunch.” He nodded to the clock beside Gilbert’s bed. “Do you want me to make you something to eat now-?” But Gilbert was shaking his head.
“Naw… I… I think it’s time.” He said with a sigh before he slapped his brother’s forehead. “No more fighting from this point on, okay!”
“W-Well then don’t start the fights!” Ludwig retaliated back and Gilbert snorted. They remained silent for a few minutes, both of them shifting in place before Gilbert balled his hands up into fists and he hit the top of his thighs in determination.
“W-West… Make love to me.” His ears went red as he said it. “Right here and right now.”
“A-Are you sure?” He sputtered back and his brother lowered his head and nodded frantically.
“Yeah… Stick that ‘Big Wurst’ of yours in me.” He smiled sheepishly and Ludwig pinned him back on the bed, his eye twitching in irritation.
“Ha, ha.” He said sarcastically, crushing his lips against Gilbert’s. “I didn’t even know you could remember that far back.”
“I remember everything, darling.” Gilbert sang at him before he submitted to his brother. His body sunk into the sheets and his head fell back as Ludwig pushed him down, his mouth being violated by his now-skilled tongue. It was a dance they were now well acquainted with, but both still enjoyed. Gilbert liked the simple, fast, breathless kisses that left his head dizzy and his cock aching for relief. Ludwig preferred using his tongue; both to violate his brother’s mouth as well as coax him into a duel to encourage his desire.
They got into a wordless fight over it for a brief minute. Gilbert attacked his brother’s mouth, leaning up off the bed to constantly assault him with the fast kisses he liked. Ludwig let out a low growl in return and used his physical advantage to force Gilbert back to the bed so he could dive his tongue into his mouth. It was strength versus determination and Ludwig came out the victor.
Gilbert didn’t mind as he was forced to flatten his tongue against his brother’s in the air, both making lewd noises. He had an advantage over him and as Ludwig dipped down to run the tip of his tongue over his brother’s teeth, he jerked and let out a bark in shock. Gilbert’s hand was down his pants and squeezing his semi-hard member in a rapid succession. He couldn’t help but thrust into it.
“P-Playing a bit dirty, aren’t we?” He huffed, glaring at his humming brother.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He batted his eyes innocently as he gave another squeeze. Ludwig opened his mouth to protest and the hand withdrew as fast as it had slid in, his voice becoming muffled as he kissed him over and over, making him dizzy with pleasure. Gilbert fell back on the bed, taking Ludwig with him and they battled it out again for a few moments before Ludwig jerked away, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. Gilbert licked his swollen lips.
“Brother…” He flushed, wiping his mouth. He again batted his eyes innocently, puckering his lips.
“I know, I’m awesome.” He purred and Ludwig ignored the remark. Instead he leaned down and tweaked one of his nipples, making him cry out in shock and his hips thrust up. “H-HEY! You… You d-dick! Now w-who’s playing unfair!” He whined at the chuckling figure.
“Who, me?” He shrugged his shoulders, leaning down to attach his mouth to the underside of Gilbert’s Adam’s apple and suck gently. He felt the shivers run up and down his brother’s body and his wet kisses moved downwards, to where his neck joined his upper body and then to nip lightly at his shoulder.
Gilbert busied himself with running his hands through his brother’s hair, his nails combing the strands back and Ludwig purred below him as he lifted up Gilbert’s arm and sucked below his armpit. He moaned, frowning at him from above as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He honestly would never have figured out that under his arm was an interesting place… So how did Ludwig? He began to growl, opening his mouth to ask when he yelped and thrust his chest and hips up.
He was lapping at his left nipple now and Gilbert melted in his arms, forgetting his question already. “…A-Ah… W-West…”
“Hmmm?” Came the reply, his fingers pulling at the skin around his nipple, making it slowly pop up from its hidden position. He shifted his position, his own covered erection now locked against Gilbert’s and he rubbed in response, lips closing around the stiff nub.
“…N-Not there!” He said at first before he cried out at his brother’s tongue rapidly flicking against it. “A-AH! M-More!”
He ignored Ludwig’s snort. “What do you want?” He teased as his other hand went to toy with the neglected right one. Gilbert glared at him before his cheeks turned red and he arched his back.
“M-More!” He covered his face as he said it, ashamed how he easily went to a wanton whore over a few simple licks and his hands were pulled away and a kiss was placed on his lips.
“You’re adorable, brother.” Ludwig grinned and the top of his head was hit.
“I-I’m not adorable! I-I’m awesome and MANLY a-and… aaaahhh.. AHH!” His hands slapped over his mouth to silence himself as the nimble fingers pinched both of his sensitive nipples up at the same time, pulling them up a bit before they let go and Ludwig was back on them, his tongue dragging a trail between the left and right as he switched. Gilbert flopped on the bed, his hands snapping from his mouth to tangle in the golden hairs. He began to pant, his eyes on the ceiling as he rubbed his cock against the others, his body tingling and twitching at every lick and suckle.
“W-West…” He began to moan, louder and longer each time. Ludwig’s response was to suck harder.
As he did and focused his energy on the deep red right one, Gilbert began to tremble, his hands shaking as he gripped Ludwig’s shoulders, his teeth biting on his lip almost painfully before he started to whine. His hips rubbed hard against his brother’s in an erratic fashion and his breathing became rapid and uneven when the sensation faded.
Ludwig had withdrawn.
“W-W-West!” He begged, his entire body now shaking. “Keep going! I-I’m almost there…” His brother only grinned and leaned back to admire the view before him of his elder brother flushed and trembling below.
“Patience, Gilbert.” He mumbled softly, reaching up to smooth back a few wet strands of his hair. “Isn’t that what you taught me?”
“W-West! I-I’m gonna burst!” He rutted against him but his strong hands grabbed his hips and held him steady, making him wail in frustration. “WEST!”
“Patience…” Ludwig smiled. “Is something you need to master on the battlefield and the bedroom, dearest brother.”
“Y-You dick!” He slapped him upside the head. “If you d-don’t get me off right now then you can spend the rest of your days masturbating with your fucking patience!”
He smirked and gave a shrug before his hands went done and he began pulling at the drawstrings on his pants. His brother watched, his own fingers rubbing against his sensitive nipples to try and get himself off when Ludwig caught him. He let out a moan of frustration.
He said nothing, squeezing his wrist before he quickly helped himself out of his pants, kicking them off the side of the bed as he turned on Gilbert. His gaze went to between his legs and his mouth began to water at the sight. He was fully erect.
“W-West…” He arched his back, trying to make him go back to ravishing his chest. “Keep sucking…”
“No, brother.” Ludwig shook his head, reaching down to grasp the top of his own pants before he gently tugged them down, careful not to hurt his brother’s erection which sprang free. “I don’t want you tiring yourself out yet.” He got a pout in protest.
“Please! You should worry about that yourself! I-I can go all night!” He growled before a small noise came out of his throat when his brother swung his legs around and was straddled himself above his head, his large cock hanging down flush with his mouth. He paused, unsure of what exactly he wanted when his hand came between his legs and grabbed his own cock, lowering his hips a bit to nudge the tip against Gilbert’s mouth. He got the hint.
It was much different than he was used to as gravity became an obvious foe to overcome, but he used his skills wisely and slid his mouth up and down his shaft, tongue flicking the entire way until he let out a cry in shock. He moved Ludwig’s cock aside temporarily to stare between his own legs and he was shocked and quite aroused to see his brother imitating his movements on his own cock. The sight of his tongue dragging up the side made Gilbert moan loudly and ravish his brother’s in a much more enthusiastic way. Ludwig chuckled before he stifled the moan in his throat and continued his own motions.
He groaned as his brother started to jerk him off quick, harsh motions, his tongue joining in only to flicker at his tip before struggling to tickle his balls. His hands soon let go and they reached up to wrap around his body, his mouth doing the work now, thrusting up and down his length. He couldn’t help himself.
“Gilbert.” He whined and there was only a sloppy, wet ‘pop’ in reply as he struggled to lean up and suck on one of his balls, his hands grasping his body for support. He gripped his brother tight in his hand before he moved up and down, his mouth only sucking the tip. It was enough for him to thrust up in pleasure and for beads of precum to start pearling out of his slit. He chuckled but kept his thoughts to himself over his brother’s lack of control.
Gilbert was still preoccupied with his task, his hands now kneading Ludwig’s strong, muscular buttocks when he shifted and he lost his grip. He hit the bed hard with a yelp, glaring at his hands to punish them mentally before he aimed Ludwig’s cock back at his mouth and he tried to deepthroat him. It almost worked. It would have worked! … if Ludwig didn’t pull away.
“W-West!” Gilbert protested but Ludwig still moved away from him, reaching down to jerk himself off while he ignored the punch to his lower back. In a few breathless pants he froze before his body relaxed and the wet sounds of skin meeting skin got louder. Gilbert leaned up, frowning until he saw Ludwig coating his cock with his own seed. He let out a sigh before one of his hands clamped down on Gilbert’s dripping member. In a few skilled strokes, Gilbert was thrusting up with a howl, seed spurting from him and into his brother’s hands before he collapsed on the bed, shaking.
“Y-You could have w-warned me!” He whined, not even bothering to look up and see Ludwig quickly licking one of his fingers, flushing at the taste.
“Then the fun would be lost.” He pulled his hand away and turned back to him, knocking his legs apart and using the excess as more lubricant. Gilbert relaxed, flushing as he felt the slick fingers prod at his entrance before a single digit entered. He tensed for a split second before he thrust against it, purring. He did the same for the next two that eventually entered, his hips moving against them in a slow rhythm until Ludwig pulled them away.
“W-West…” He whined again but Ludwig silenced him with a kiss.
“Do you feel like you’re ready?” He asked, rubbing his thigh. Gilbert gave a nod.
“I can take you, don’t worry.” He flashed him a lopsided grin. “I took you before, didn’t I?”
Ludwig’s cheeks turned a bit red. “If I hurt you, yell ‘stop’, okay?” He demanded and Gilbert rolled his eyes, spreading his legs but Ludwig shook his head and motioned for him to turn over. He sighed but did as he was told, turning on to his hands and knees, raising his ass high in the air. He felt his brother rub his entrance a few more times, making sure he was properly ready before the bed shifted. There was a pause, Gilbert began loudly sighing when he felt his brother’s wet tip press against him. It took a few moments but he finally began pushing forward and his entire body soon became tense.
He was bigger than the last time. Way bigger. He was aware of this from before but he merely thought he grew in length, not girth. It was ridiculously frustrating and exhilarating.
“W-West…” He began to whimper, his head lying against the sheets as he felt him struggle to get in. “W-West, j-just push!”
“…I don’t want to hurt you!” Came the answer and he shook his head.
“J-Just push in! I’ll adjust!”
“G-Gilbert.”
“PUSH!” He whipped his head up to glare at him from over his shoulder and his wish was granted. His mouth clamped onto one of his pillows and he ripped a hole in it to keep from screaming as his brother forced his way in, completely sheathing himself before he remained still, his own hands trembling as they held on to his hips.
“Gilbert…” A strained pant came. “You’re… so tight!” He said nothing, only focusing on trying to calm down as he kept squeezing and shaking at the cock embedded in his body. He released the pillow to let out a gasp, sucking in as much breath as he could before slowly he began to relax. The warm arms wrapping around his waist helped and he lowered his body to the bed, whimpering a few times as Ludwig kissed his neck and shoulders, rubbing his back.
“Should I pull out?” He asked with concern and Gilbert shook his head.
“No…” He whispered, his fingers constantly gripping and twisting the pillow in his hands. “It’s subsiding… I’ll.. I’ll be fine.” He hit his head against the goose feathered lump. “You’re… so much fucking bigger than before.”
Ludwig smiled weakly at the compliment. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He petted his brother’s hair and after some time, Gilbert gave a nod and reached behind him to cup his brother’s head and force him to dip down and kiss him.
“I’m fine.”
Ludwig continued to remain motionless, preferring to kiss his brother instead until he began to squirm and purposely clench against him. “West, my ass wants to be filled! Move!” Gilbert loudly complained and he eventually raised himself back up to his original position behind him, hands gripping his hips, his back straight before he began to move. As soon as he did, Gilbert let out a long moan and clutched the pillow to his body, biting back into it as he sucked on a corner.
His movements were slow at first as he tried not to hurt him. He dragged himself out and would gently push back in until Gilbert began to snap in anger at how slow and ‘unawesome’ he was being. So he sped up to a comfortable rocking pace which made Gilbert close his eyes and hum and his own body relax with pleasure. It felt nice.
“Gilbert.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around him once again as he still thrust into his body. Gilbert let go of the wet corner of the pillow and turned his head to see his brother. “Do you want me to speed up?”
“Do what feels right.” He purred, flopping against the bed as he bucked back to meet his thrusts. “Or stay like this forever…Doesn’t matter.”
Ludwig let out a laugh. “I don’t think it’s possible to ‘stay like this forever’” He teased, licking the back of his neck. Gilbert scoffed.
“And why not?!” He raised his nose pretentiously. “If I can survive falling off a cliff then I can survive having your dick in me for the rest of my life!”
“You’re so stupid sometimes.” Ludwig laughed as he began to pick up his speed, making Gilbert whimper.
“A-And you need to stop thinking so much! A-Anything is possible!” He snapped before he clung to the pillow and wiggled his ass. “A-Ah!”
Ludwig rolled his eyes before he concentrated on the task at hand. Once the initial excitement had worn off of them simply being connected it soon became about the pleasure. Gilbert was stuck in a position where he was completely open to his brother’s teasing, fingers brushing over his nipples and a hand rubbing at his cock.
All he could do was increase his thrusts back and challenge Ludwig to meet them. His brother accepted happily and the bed began to creak as they started to move as one together. The pillow was glued to Gilbert’s arms, the corners wet with his saliva and Ludwig’s hands remained stuck to his body when Gilbert began to chant ‘faster’. The creaking turned to banging and the two were soon letting out moans, each in sync with each other as they reached a satisfying rhythm.
It was only when Ludwig began to get tired of it and angle his thrusts did he get sharp, loud reactions from his brother.
“NOT THERE!” Gilbert howled, his entire body tensed before he slammed his hips back against Ludwig, moaning loudly as his brother slowed in compliance. “H-Hit me again there! Hit it again!”
“…Y-You just said no.”
“AGAIN!” He commanded and Ludwig frowned before he once again complied. He angled his hips again and thrust down, making Gilbert clench hard against him and wail. “JESUS, NOT THERE!” He took a breath. “Again! Again!”
“G-Gilbert!” He cried out, now becoming frustrated. “Which is it!?”
“Again! Again!” He wasn’t even listening. Ludwig calmed himself, his mind focusing on a thought for a moment before he began to fiercely rub against the spot that caused his brother so much pain and pleasure. His brother seemed to snap and he ripped at the sheets, letting out loud wails of pleasure and quick cries of pain before his entire body became stiff and Ludwig choked on how tight his brother squeezed against him.
He began to thrust against him erratically, his breath becoming ragged as he pulled at the covers before his body started to go limp. Ludwig caught him before he collapsed entirely and rubbed his brother’s back as he felt the wet spot forming on the sheets under him.
“Well, at least I made you cum this time.” He mumbled to himself before he focused on his own pleasure. His brother’s body still sparked and gripped his cock as he thrust in but now in a much more random pattern than before. He didn’t mind, his eyes closing as he replayed his brother crying his name over and over in his head and he eventually let out a groan of pleasure, his head falling to the side as he emptied himself into Gilbert’s body below.
Gilbert squeezed his cock in approval and waited until he felt Ludwig come back to his senses before he shifted and turned himself over onto his back. Ludwig’s cock fell out in the process but he immediately pushed it back in and caught his brother’s exhausted body in his arms, hugging him tight to his chest. It took a moment but he too eventually wrapped his arms around his body and they clung to each other, their panting soon subsiding. Ludwig let out another groan.
“Gilbert…” He raised his head and he was attacked with sloppy kisses, both of them too tired to fight but still desperate to be close. “Did… A-Are you…” He struggled with his words between kisses.
“You were awesome, West.” Gilbert smirked, pushing his sweaty bangs back to their original position. Ludwig smiled back and rested his head on him, feeling his brother’s pulse against his cock before he frowned at him shifting to move. He was trying to reach over to his nightstand drawer and eventually Ludwig leaned over and did it for him.
“Get the cross in there.” Gilbert instructed and he obeyed, pulling out a necklace with an Iron Cross attached to it. He handed it to his brother and Gilbert smiled, pressing it against his lips for a moment before it was thrown over Ludwig’s head. He blinked as the cross hit his body, the necklace now adorning his chest. He didn’t understand.
“Gilbert…” He reached down and touched the medal, holding it for a second to confirm his suspicions. “Isn’t this your cross?”
“Nope.” He grinned, relaxing against the sheets. “It’s yours now.”
His cheeks went red. “…I can’t accept this.”
He waved it off. "Consider this a wedding vow." He soon turned away from his as his cheeks turned red. "I know we can't properly be married because.. y'know. We'd be lynched. Beaten. It's unnatural and shit like that. And I'm banned from the church anyways..."
Ludwig gaped at him. “…A wedding…” He cut off his speech before his own cheeks turned deep red and he ripped his brother from the sheets, forcing him into a tight hug to which he started hitting his head for.
“H-HEY! OW! J-Jesus, Ludwig! Stop with the gorilla grip!” He barked, banging his head until he was kissed with such force it made him go limp.
“Do you really want to marry me?” He asked and once he came to his senses he gave a shrug and crossed his arms.
“N-Not if you keep acting like a girl!” He stuttered, his ears burning from embarrassment. “…B-But, yeah. I… I’ve been saving that for you for a while. I-if you’ll accept it.”
Ludwig smiled and nuzzled his cheek before he couldn’t help himself. “Was I really that good in bed that you want to marry me right away?”
“What? You cheeky little shit! Give me that back then if you’re going to be a dick about it!” He snapped, trying to get the necklace off but Ludwig was stronger and he was flattened against the bed. “Y-You have some nerve!”
“Gilbert.” He smiled and his brother puffed up his cheeks, ready to fight back. “I love you.”
They disappeared at his words and he rubbed his nose, nodding. “I love you too.” He flushed at the gentle kiss applied to his lips before he shoved him back, his hands pressing Ludwig’s face away from him. “A-Alright, enough with this! I’m hungry now!” He complained and his brother smiled.
“I’ll go make up something.” He started to pull out but Gilbert grabbed onto him before he could.
“Don’t pull out! Carry me downstairs!” He whined, his legs wrapping tight around his waist and Ludwig rolled his eyes as he struggled to move, his hands cupping his brother awkwardly as he slid off the bed still connected with him. “I want potato pancakes!”
“What about our reputation?” Ludwig slyly teased. “If someone were to see us like this…”
“Who the fuck cares?!” Gilbert snapped. “And if they did, they’d be fired! I said no servants in the house today!” He clung harder to his brother as he started to walk, his hands struggling to open the door. “I want pancakes! Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes, pancakes!”
“What did I get myself in to?” Ludwig sighed. “This marriage doesn’t seem like a good idea now.” He joked and he got a punch to his head.
“PANCAKES!”
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Francis sighed at his cousin, watching her tie the drawstring to the curtains before she walked to him, holding two letters.
“A Mr.Belischmidt… and a Mr.Belischmidt.” She said, annoyed. He yawned and stretched out, taking them from her before he opened his hand and waited for the silver letter opener to be placed in it.
“They’re not bad, you know.” He lightly scolded her. “They’re just…. German.”
“I never said anything.” She muttered quietly and he smirked before he winked at her, ripping the envelopes open. He paused for a moment to read the first one, giving a chuckle before he placed it down.
“Well, looks like another success story for me.” He grabbed the other letter. She peered over, curious, before he just shoved it into her face, making her stiffen. “You CAN read it, it’s not anything personal.”
Her glasses were adjusted before she began to read it aloud.
‘Dear Mr. Bonnefoy,
I thank you for all of your help and letters. I am eternally grateful for your service and would like to inform you that everything went perfectly. I will not go into details but I will say that I could not have done this without you. If you ever need a favor do not hesitate to ask as I will deliver to the best of my abilities.
Ludwig Belischmidt.’
She looked over at him, her eyebrow raising. “So formal.”
“Yeah, he’s like that.” He shrugged as he snorted at the second letter. It was given to her again as he slid out of bed, wandering over to his wardrobe and she repeated the process of reading it aloud.
‘Francis,
You fucking son of a bitch! When I see you I am going to tear your heart out and shove it up your ass! I should bring my army to your country and blow your fucking house up, your servants houses, your boss’ house, and any other house I feel like but everything went well.
So I am just going to blow up your house. I hate you, you stupid, asshole, dick-eating, frenchie, bastard.
Gilbert Belischmidt.
Post-Script.
Your hair is stupid.’
Her mouth twitched as she put it down and looked over her shoulder at him fixing his cravat in the mirror. “Francis… What the hell-“ But he waved her off.
“Don’t mind him, he’s just mad because I played a bit of a trick on him which he didn’t appreciate.” He smoothed down his vest, studying himself for a moment before he strode over to her, collected the letters up to drop on his nightstand before he pulled her into his arms. “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
She still frowned. “Why did you say they were a success story? One thanked you and the other threatened you.” He spun her around the room.
“Words are not always what they seem.” He smiled, twirling her in his arms. “They may not have said but it’s clear. They are together with me, the god of Love to thank.” He grinned and her eyes softened.
“How do you know they’ll stay together and this won’t just be a fling?” Her words had double meaning and his forehead softly hit hers as he continued to make her dance with him.
“I don’t. But they love each other…” He paused and held her in his arms making her blush. “And it’s better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all.”
She pushed him away and straightened her clothes quickly, adjusting her glasses. “Yes, well, your breakfast is being served downstairs. I suggest you go before it gets cold!”
He grinned and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze before he pulled her to the door.
“We mustn’t have that, must we?” He sang before he looked over his shoulder at the letters and smiled. He pushed her out the door, making her curse at him for a second before he paused and gave out a sigh.
“Keep trusting him, Gilbert.” He muttered to the ceiling, pulling out a ribbon from his pocket to tie his hair back. “And I know you’ll be together, like I predicted.”
“FRANCIS!” Came the yell and he smirked, tossing his head back.
“Coming~!”
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Epilogue