[Fanfic] Breathe Me (Denmark/Lithuania) - Part 4
Title: Breathe Me (AKA Why Puffi And Bing Should Not Be Allowed To Roleplay. Ever.) - Part IIII
Author: puffitheinsane as Lithuania, alchemistofbing as Denmark
Characters/Pairings: Denmark, Lithuania, mentions of... Well, pretty much everyone. Denmark/Lithuania (yes, seriously.)
Rated: PG-16, but will be NC-17 later
Summary: Help, I have done it again, I have been here many times before. I hurt myself again today; And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame... In which Lithuania finally gets a break, and Denmark gets cockwhipped.
Warnings: Crack, mentions of past abuse, OOC-ness in some parts xDD
"So where to?" he asked, his voice oddly soft this time, "Where do you want to go now, min blomst?"
"I've been meaning to ask," Lithuania looked at him, "What does 'blomst'-" His pronunciation was a bit off, due to how unfamiliar he was with the language, "-mean?"
Denmark shook his head to snap himself out of his fogged thoughts and smirked down at the smaller man, "Flower."
The man's face colored prettily, looking down at the ground and linking his fingers together. "A-ah."
Denmark raised an eyebrow, amused, and poked Lithuania's cheek, "You're blushing." he said, trying to contain the joyful snickering that threatened to burst out through his teeth.
Lithuania blushed darker, glaring up at Denmark through his lashes, although the effect was ruined due to his flustered appearance.
Denmark reared his head back in shock and blinked. Who knew a glare could be this - unthreatening. And adorable. Adorably unthreatening.
"That is..." he mumbled. He looked down at his boots and coughed rabidly. He managed to give Lithuania one of his famous wide smiles, "Where do you wanna go next?"
Lithuania didn't look up, dropping his eyes back to the ground. "It doesn't matter to me." His tone was almost shy.
The Dane pursed his lips and tapped a foot on the ground a couple of times. He looked around before looking back down at Lithuania who still had his head down, a light blush gracing his cheeks.
Lithuania jerked, looking up. "Ah! I was supposed to visit Poland for dinner soon... I suppose I'll just miss it..." He murmured.
"DINNER?" Denmark's face lit up that it almost shone like one of their Jul holiday decorated trees, "Why don't you and I eat. You know. Somewhere! I know this great sausage stand~"
But wait... sausage stand did not equate to nice and 'appropriate for dinner'. Then again, why did he care? This wasn't a date. He looked at Lithuania, confused, but shrugged it off.
"Or... or maybe we can get to my place for food? Although I don't really cook much."
And his place was a bit of a pigsty.
"You must be a great cook, right? You were wearing that - hahah - apron, back then?"
Lithuania blinked, then smiled, even though his cheeks were stained pink from the apron remark. "Well, yes, I do like to cook. Alright."
"What say you and me go on a din din date at your place since mine's all messy and shit." since when did he care? "And I only have condiments in my fridge... soo~" odd, he never felt bashful while asking someone out before. He guessed that Lithuania could do that to someone. Especially to someone like him, "Whaddaya say?"
"Okay!" Lithuania paused, thinking. "I-I'm afraid I don't know where we are, exactly..." He finally muttered shyly, blushing a bit in embarrassment.
Denmark smirked at Lithuania cheekily, "Oh don't worry- we're just a couple of miles away from the supermarket and all. Kind of. I know where to go." he scratched his neck and didn't notice Lithuania's eyes follow this movement before turning his head away, flustered, "Mind if we walk? Where do you live? Maybe we can take a taxicab 'round these parts instead, hm?"
"Ah- yes, perhaps a cab would be best..." Lithuania mused. "I only live a bit away from the supermarket, but I'd rather not walk the couple of miles back there," The man paused, before offering another shy smile, "I suppose that makes me sound a bit lazy, huh."
Denmark gave him a dry expression, "You talking to me about being lazy?" he quirked his brow before another large, shark-like grin graced his face once more.
Lithuania made a soft noise that could only be called a giggle. "You're right, I guess. Well, we should probably get going..."
Denmark let out an amused snort and poked Lithuania's cheek, "Cute, little mouse."
Lithuania flushed red. "Shush! And come along." With that, he grabbed Denmark's hand and began to pull the larger nation toward the exit.
The Dane was surprised at the smaller man's capable strength and ran faster to catch up, amused at how red his face was. As they stepped out through the flashy, bright colored exit, Denmark automatically propped his arm around Lithuania's shoulders again and lead them out to the open road.
Lithuania flushed slightly, but managed to hail down a cab anyways, speaking to the driver in words the Dane didn't understand.(2)
They both managed to arrive in one piece - amazingly with Denmark asking the driver too many questions about local pies and if there were any pølsevogn around. Denmark stepped out of the car first before he helped Lithuania out after he paid for the ride. He looked around and smelt the fresh evening air. Weather was kinda nice, he thought~
Lithuania pulled a small ring of keys out of his pocket, flicking through them as he walked up to the front door. Finally he selected one and unlocked the door, before pausing and turning to Denmark. "It isn't much, but I like it." He said, almost sounding embarrassed.
The taller nation rocked back and forth on his feet and let out another booming laugh that unknowingly attracted a few curious people over the ruckus, "Believe me, my place is worse. The chickens beerface sent me as a lame prank started laying eggs, too. Not good."
Lithuania stared at him, obviously trying to figure out if Denmark was joking. "I-I see. Well, please come in!" He motioned for the taller man to enter.
Denmark leaned through the doorway and looked around the room with a curious pout on his face. The first word he thought to describe it was 'brown'. And simple. Quite cozy, too. He could imagine a nice fireplace going along in front of the couch instead of the fairly sized television set. A contented smile spread on his face as he walked in through the door and sat on the coach, propping his feet on the glass coffee table. He slouched down the comfortable cushions and gave Lithuania a mock salute, "Not bad, little mouse, very nice. Ever thought of putting a fireplace in here? Nice and cozy. Like... you know... cozy stuff..." he grinned - one that could be described as 'slightly psychomaniac', "I like fire. And burning stuff a lot."
Tilting his head, Lithuania seemed to consider this. "Mm... A fireplace would be nice, especially during winter..." He mused, deciding to look into it. He joined Denmark on the couch, before smacking him on the leg. "Feet off the table. Now, what would you like for dinner?"
Denmark jumped up from the contact and frowned, folding his legs over his chest and hugging it tight in his body, "I- I never knew you were into those things," he said, "Are you gonna ask me to get naked next?" His frown quickly turned into another one of his teasing grins and watched Lithuania's reaction.
He enjoyed unnerving the other man. It was so easy~
Predictably, Lithuania's entire face burned red. "W-what!?! N-no, I just didn't want your feet on my table-!" He squeaked, sounding remarkably like the mouse the Dane kept comparing him to.
The taller nation scooped Lithuania up in another half hug and leaned his face down Lithuania's while snickering like a lech bastard, "I've been craving for a nice pølsevogn all day, if you haven't noticed..."
The blush coloring the brunette's face deepened even more, if that was possible. "I-I'm afraid I d-don't know what tha-that is." He finally managed to stammer out.
"Sausages, little mouse," Denmark said. "Røde pølser... MY FAVORITE! With condiments... lots and lots of condiments~" Denmark said, "I like it with lots of remoulade sauce... and mayonnaise, too~"
... and this was all said in complete innocence.
Lithuania blinked, several times, replaying what the taller man said several times before he fully understood. Denmark was still very close, and quite frankly, it was making him a little dizzy. "Ah... S-sure, let me see if I have a recipe and what I need to make them."
"Any sausage would be fine, min skat~"
Lithuania struggled, just a bit, against Denmark's grip. "O-okay."
"Oh yay! You're gold, skat, fucking pure gold." Denmark said, bouncing happily on the couch, flailing arms everywhere, "Too bad we can't have eggs. I have lots back at home... ha ha ha..."
One of Denmark's hands accidentally caught him on the shoulder, and he flinched. "Ow..." He muttered under his breath. The Dane was stronger than he meant to be.
"Whoop~ sorry!" Denmark bashfully scratched the back of his head, "That happens sometimes. Pleasedon'tsueme. Here - here, lemme take a look see!" he stood up quickly and reached his hands out toward Lithuania's shoulder.
"It's okay!" Lithuania pulled back. "I'm fine! Really!"
"I insist!" Denmark managed to grab Lithuania's collar, but the smaller nation proved to be a lot more tougher than he thought, "Nghr- if you just... just..." he managed to rip most of Lithuania's buttons, and tug his shirt at least half-way up his chest, "NYAHAH- VICTORY~"
Denmark held Lithuania's shirt up, away from his reach, and cockily tucked it in his pants - near his vital regions - and held Lithuania still by grabbing both his arms a looking down at him, "You'll have to take my PANTS off first to get your shirt, now..." he said, a smile forming on his face, "Let me take a looksee~ mkay?"
Lithuania squirmed, trying to get away. "D-Denmark! Stop it!" He very-nearly whined, "Please stop!" The other nation being this close made him nervous.
"What? What's wrong? I'm just going to see if it's serious." Denmark cocked his head to the side and slide a hand softly over the forming bruise on Lithuania's shoulder, "Want me to kiss it better, little mouse~?"
Lithuania flinched a little at the touch to the bruise. "Ah..." Denmark was very, very close.
"Come on, I'm not gonna eat..." Denmark paused when he felt something beneath his fingers - jagged criss-cross lines that lead down to the back of the smaller nation's shivering form, "What's this?" he leaned forward and looked.
He fell silent at the sight.
Lithuania froze. Ohgodohgodgethimaway.
Next thing he knew, Denmark was on the floor.
Denmark froze still for a moment and jumped up quickly before Lithuania made another move to escape, "Don't even think about it."
This was not the Denmark Lithuania had first met. Eyes wild, hair even more unkempt than usual - how can someone so small have so many scars on his body? He had his fair share of battle scars, of course, but not... not like this. These were not battle scars, he thought, this was something else.
"Stay the fuck here." he said, voice cold and demanding.
Lithuania's instincts kicked in, and words were spilling out of his mouth before he knew it. "I'm sorry! It'll never happen again, please forgive me-" Both his hands flew up and covered his mouth, eyes widening in horror.
Denmark stared down at Lithuania, his eyes softening at the sight of the pathetic image before him. He sighed, and took a step closer, stopping abruptly when the smaller nation made a quick jerk back as if he was burned, "H-hey, just stay here, okay?" Denmark leaned forward to look at Lithuania's bowed head, his hair shielding his face. He forced a wide smile and, reaching a hand out - slowly, cautiously - tilted his chin up with a finger, "I'll take care of you, yeah? I won't hurt little mouse..."
Lithuania stared at him, eyes wide, and tried force down the sobs attempting to escape his throat.
"C'mere... you're not gettin' shy now, are you?" Denmark said, laughing lightly and trying to lighten the mood up a little, "I mean you're half naked and all... 'shy' is at least a couple'f miles away from half naked, doncha think...? A bit of a late reaction there, but we can work out the kinks." he said, waggling his eyebrows, "I'll take care of you, 'kay?"
Lithuania pulled back slightly, bringing hands up to rub at his eyes, trying to hide the tears starting to form. “I-I'm so sorry, I've ruined the whole day, haven't I?” He whispered.
Denmark almost let out a loud chortle but managed to tone his amused laughter down. How can someone be so... meek? He shook his head when he realized how precise his random nickname was. 'Little mouse' indeed~ "No you haven't. Daw, c'mere~" He pulled him in his arms and gave him a tight squeeze, rubbing the crisscrossing scars on the smaller man's back as if he was trying to erase it.
Lithuania hesitated, before relaxing slightly against Denmark. "I'm sorry..." He murmured again, not really sure what he was apologizing for.
This was nice, Denmark thought, nuzzling his face in Lithuania's hair, "It's okay." he said, his face reddening when he realized the position they were in. Denmark pressed his lips on Lithuania's bruised shoulder. He hesitated to ask the lingering question, fearing Lithuania's reaction, but... "Want me to... make it all better?"
Denmark was warm, Lithuania noted vaguely. He supposed he noticed because he spent so much time in the cold. It would probably end badly (or maybe it wouldn't, maybe it wouldn't end, and how lovely would that be?), but...
He closed his eyes. "...Alright."
He cupped both Lithuania's cheeks with his palms and looked at him squarely in the eyes, his face completely different~ one he shared intimately only to others who deserved it. Denmark swept Lithuania's hair off his face and tucked it behind his ears. He smiled, hopefully to assure the little mouse of his intentions, and leaned forward for a kiss. He plunged his tongue in Lithuania's mouth and relished the small, precious sounds that surrounded him. Enfolded him. Making him want more.
The brunette shifted, wrapping his arms around Denmark's neck, pressing himself closer. The Dane tasted like sugar, mostly, probably from the cotton candy, but there was something else he couldn't really identify. Not that it really mattered, he mused, and he was certainly thinking too much for this.
He almost let out a relieved sigh when he felt the smaller nation respond to his needy kiss. He wrapped the smaller body in his arms again - groping the supple flesh underneath his warm hands, fingers willing the ungodly amount of scars on his back away (back, he hoped, to the shadowed part of his mind). Denmark pressed his hands against Lithuania's (ass) - soft behind. Controlling the roar of animalistic need; the lion underneath, for fear that he might scare little mouse away.
This was not the time for impatience, he thought, as he had always done to his partners before. Denmark felt, in an odd and very confused way, that he certainly wouldn't like it very much if he just ended up hurting the smaller nation after this.
Lithuania shivered at the near-featherlight touches, soft noises escaping into Denmark's mouth as the man's hands moved. Hands breaking apart from where he had laced them together, he allowed his fingers to brush down across the blonde's shoulders, chest, stomach, before finally (and rather impatiently) yanking at the shirt the taller man was wearing. There was far too much cloth between them, in his opinion.
Denmark gasped, a rough gravelly sound in his throat, when he felt the smaller nation tug at his shirt. He bit at Lithuania's lower lip before he forced his mouth off the intoxicating feeling of Lithuania's lips against his. Movements growing desperate, fierce. Now. The Dane threw his shirt on the floor or god-knows-where before he forced a kiss, his tongue... so hard that their teeth clinked against each other. And he turned his attentions to what was left of Lithuania's clothing. Ripping. Fumbling. Groping through the cloth upon something that he desperately wanted. There was nothing holding him back now. And his side, the side that was blood thirsty and selfish and greedy, wanted his attention.
"Want." he growled, "Now."
The last of his control slipped and became nonexistent.
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FOOTNOTES:
(2). And Bing does it again:
'Denmark pulls Lithuania on his lap during the taxi ride, slips his dick out of his pants, and SCREWS LITHUANIA WHILE THE TAXI MAN RECORDS EVERY FRIKKIN THING BAHAHHAHAHAHAH'
...And I was too lazy to find an English-Lithuanian translator thingy for a while. SO MINIMAL LITHUANIAN AT FIRST.
Author: puffitheinsane as Lithuania, alchemistofbing as Denmark
Characters/Pairings: Denmark, Lithuania, mentions of... Well, pretty much everyone. Denmark/Lithuania (yes, seriously.)
Rated: PG-16, but will be NC-17 later
Summary: Help, I have done it again, I have been here many times before. I hurt myself again today; And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame... In which Lithuania finally gets a break, and Denmark gets cockwhipped.
Warnings: Crack, mentions of past abuse, OOC-ness in some parts xDD
"So where to?" he asked, his voice oddly soft this time, "Where do you want to go now, min blomst?"
"I've been meaning to ask," Lithuania looked at him, "What does 'blomst'-" His pronunciation was a bit off, due to how unfamiliar he was with the language, "-mean?"
Denmark shook his head to snap himself out of his fogged thoughts and smirked down at the smaller man, "Flower."
The man's face colored prettily, looking down at the ground and linking his fingers together. "A-ah."
Denmark raised an eyebrow, amused, and poked Lithuania's cheek, "You're blushing." he said, trying to contain the joyful snickering that threatened to burst out through his teeth.
Lithuania blushed darker, glaring up at Denmark through his lashes, although the effect was ruined due to his flustered appearance.
Denmark reared his head back in shock and blinked. Who knew a glare could be this - unthreatening. And adorable. Adorably unthreatening.
"That is..." he mumbled. He looked down at his boots and coughed rabidly. He managed to give Lithuania one of his famous wide smiles, "Where do you wanna go next?"
Lithuania didn't look up, dropping his eyes back to the ground. "It doesn't matter to me." His tone was almost shy.
The Dane pursed his lips and tapped a foot on the ground a couple of times. He looked around before looking back down at Lithuania who still had his head down, a light blush gracing his cheeks.
Lithuania jerked, looking up. "Ah! I was supposed to visit Poland for dinner soon... I suppose I'll just miss it..." He murmured.
"DINNER?" Denmark's face lit up that it almost shone like one of their Jul holiday decorated trees, "Why don't you and I eat. You know. Somewhere! I know this great sausage stand~"
But wait... sausage stand did not equate to nice and 'appropriate for dinner'. Then again, why did he care? This wasn't a date. He looked at Lithuania, confused, but shrugged it off.
"Or... or maybe we can get to my place for food? Although I don't really cook much."
And his place was a bit of a pigsty.
"You must be a great cook, right? You were wearing that - hahah - apron, back then?"
Lithuania blinked, then smiled, even though his cheeks were stained pink from the apron remark. "Well, yes, I do like to cook. Alright."
"What say you and me go on a din din date at your place since mine's all messy and shit." since when did he care? "And I only have condiments in my fridge... soo~" odd, he never felt bashful while asking someone out before. He guessed that Lithuania could do that to someone. Especially to someone like him, "Whaddaya say?"
"Okay!" Lithuania paused, thinking. "I-I'm afraid I don't know where we are, exactly..." He finally muttered shyly, blushing a bit in embarrassment.
Denmark smirked at Lithuania cheekily, "Oh don't worry- we're just a couple of miles away from the supermarket and all. Kind of. I know where to go." he scratched his neck and didn't notice Lithuania's eyes follow this movement before turning his head away, flustered, "Mind if we walk? Where do you live? Maybe we can take a taxicab 'round these parts instead, hm?"
"Ah- yes, perhaps a cab would be best..." Lithuania mused. "I only live a bit away from the supermarket, but I'd rather not walk the couple of miles back there," The man paused, before offering another shy smile, "I suppose that makes me sound a bit lazy, huh."
Denmark gave him a dry expression, "You talking to me about being lazy?" he quirked his brow before another large, shark-like grin graced his face once more.
Lithuania made a soft noise that could only be called a giggle. "You're right, I guess. Well, we should probably get going..."
Denmark let out an amused snort and poked Lithuania's cheek, "Cute, little mouse."
Lithuania flushed red. "Shush! And come along." With that, he grabbed Denmark's hand and began to pull the larger nation toward the exit.
The Dane was surprised at the smaller man's capable strength and ran faster to catch up, amused at how red his face was. As they stepped out through the flashy, bright colored exit, Denmark automatically propped his arm around Lithuania's shoulders again and lead them out to the open road.
Lithuania flushed slightly, but managed to hail down a cab anyways, speaking to the driver in words the Dane didn't understand.(2)
They both managed to arrive in one piece - amazingly with Denmark asking the driver too many questions about local pies and if there were any pølsevogn around. Denmark stepped out of the car first before he helped Lithuania out after he paid for the ride. He looked around and smelt the fresh evening air. Weather was kinda nice, he thought~
Lithuania pulled a small ring of keys out of his pocket, flicking through them as he walked up to the front door. Finally he selected one and unlocked the door, before pausing and turning to Denmark. "It isn't much, but I like it." He said, almost sounding embarrassed.
The taller nation rocked back and forth on his feet and let out another booming laugh that unknowingly attracted a few curious people over the ruckus, "Believe me, my place is worse. The chickens beerface sent me as a lame prank started laying eggs, too. Not good."
Lithuania stared at him, obviously trying to figure out if Denmark was joking. "I-I see. Well, please come in!" He motioned for the taller man to enter.
Denmark leaned through the doorway and looked around the room with a curious pout on his face. The first word he thought to describe it was 'brown'. And simple. Quite cozy, too. He could imagine a nice fireplace going along in front of the couch instead of the fairly sized television set. A contented smile spread on his face as he walked in through the door and sat on the coach, propping his feet on the glass coffee table. He slouched down the comfortable cushions and gave Lithuania a mock salute, "Not bad, little mouse, very nice. Ever thought of putting a fireplace in here? Nice and cozy. Like... you know... cozy stuff..." he grinned - one that could be described as 'slightly psychomaniac', "I like fire. And burning stuff a lot."
Tilting his head, Lithuania seemed to consider this. "Mm... A fireplace would be nice, especially during winter..." He mused, deciding to look into it. He joined Denmark on the couch, before smacking him on the leg. "Feet off the table. Now, what would you like for dinner?"
Denmark jumped up from the contact and frowned, folding his legs over his chest and hugging it tight in his body, "I- I never knew you were into those things," he said, "Are you gonna ask me to get naked next?" His frown quickly turned into another one of his teasing grins and watched Lithuania's reaction.
He enjoyed unnerving the other man. It was so easy~
Predictably, Lithuania's entire face burned red. "W-what!?! N-no, I just didn't want your feet on my table-!" He squeaked, sounding remarkably like the mouse the Dane kept comparing him to.
The taller nation scooped Lithuania up in another half hug and leaned his face down Lithuania's while snickering like a lech bastard, "I've been craving for a nice pølsevogn all day, if you haven't noticed..."
The blush coloring the brunette's face deepened even more, if that was possible. "I-I'm afraid I d-don't know what tha-that is." He finally managed to stammer out.
"Sausages, little mouse," Denmark said. "Røde pølser... MY FAVORITE! With condiments... lots and lots of condiments~" Denmark said, "I like it with lots of remoulade sauce... and mayonnaise, too~"
... and this was all said in complete innocence.
Lithuania blinked, several times, replaying what the taller man said several times before he fully understood. Denmark was still very close, and quite frankly, it was making him a little dizzy. "Ah... S-sure, let me see if I have a recipe and what I need to make them."
"Any sausage would be fine, min skat~"
Lithuania struggled, just a bit, against Denmark's grip. "O-okay."
"Oh yay! You're gold, skat, fucking pure gold." Denmark said, bouncing happily on the couch, flailing arms everywhere, "Too bad we can't have eggs. I have lots back at home... ha ha ha..."
One of Denmark's hands accidentally caught him on the shoulder, and he flinched. "Ow..." He muttered under his breath. The Dane was stronger than he meant to be.
"Whoop~ sorry!" Denmark bashfully scratched the back of his head, "That happens sometimes. Pleasedon'tsueme. Here - here, lemme take a look see!" he stood up quickly and reached his hands out toward Lithuania's shoulder.
"It's okay!" Lithuania pulled back. "I'm fine! Really!"
"I insist!" Denmark managed to grab Lithuania's collar, but the smaller nation proved to be a lot more tougher than he thought, "Nghr- if you just... just..." he managed to rip most of Lithuania's buttons, and tug his shirt at least half-way up his chest, "NYAHAH- VICTORY~"
Denmark held Lithuania's shirt up, away from his reach, and cockily tucked it in his pants - near his vital regions - and held Lithuania still by grabbing both his arms a looking down at him, "You'll have to take my PANTS off first to get your shirt, now..." he said, a smile forming on his face, "Let me take a looksee~ mkay?"
Lithuania squirmed, trying to get away. "D-Denmark! Stop it!" He very-nearly whined, "Please stop!" The other nation being this close made him nervous.
"What? What's wrong? I'm just going to see if it's serious." Denmark cocked his head to the side and slide a hand softly over the forming bruise on Lithuania's shoulder, "Want me to kiss it better, little mouse~?"
Lithuania flinched a little at the touch to the bruise. "Ah..." Denmark was very, very close.
"Come on, I'm not gonna eat..." Denmark paused when he felt something beneath his fingers - jagged criss-cross lines that lead down to the back of the smaller nation's shivering form, "What's this?" he leaned forward and looked.
He fell silent at the sight.
Lithuania froze. Ohgodohgodgethimaway.
Next thing he knew, Denmark was on the floor.
Denmark froze still for a moment and jumped up quickly before Lithuania made another move to escape, "Don't even think about it."
This was not the Denmark Lithuania had first met. Eyes wild, hair even more unkempt than usual - how can someone so small have so many scars on his body? He had his fair share of battle scars, of course, but not... not like this. These were not battle scars, he thought, this was something else.
"Stay the fuck here." he said, voice cold and demanding.
Lithuania's instincts kicked in, and words were spilling out of his mouth before he knew it. "I'm sorry! It'll never happen again, please forgive me-" Both his hands flew up and covered his mouth, eyes widening in horror.
Denmark stared down at Lithuania, his eyes softening at the sight of the pathetic image before him. He sighed, and took a step closer, stopping abruptly when the smaller nation made a quick jerk back as if he was burned, "H-hey, just stay here, okay?" Denmark leaned forward to look at Lithuania's bowed head, his hair shielding his face. He forced a wide smile and, reaching a hand out - slowly, cautiously - tilted his chin up with a finger, "I'll take care of you, yeah? I won't hurt little mouse..."
Lithuania stared at him, eyes wide, and tried force down the sobs attempting to escape his throat.
"C'mere... you're not gettin' shy now, are you?" Denmark said, laughing lightly and trying to lighten the mood up a little, "I mean you're half naked and all... 'shy' is at least a couple'f miles away from half naked, doncha think...? A bit of a late reaction there, but we can work out the kinks." he said, waggling his eyebrows, "I'll take care of you, 'kay?"
Lithuania pulled back slightly, bringing hands up to rub at his eyes, trying to hide the tears starting to form. “I-I'm so sorry, I've ruined the whole day, haven't I?” He whispered.
Denmark almost let out a loud chortle but managed to tone his amused laughter down. How can someone be so... meek? He shook his head when he realized how precise his random nickname was. 'Little mouse' indeed~ "No you haven't. Daw, c'mere~" He pulled him in his arms and gave him a tight squeeze, rubbing the crisscrossing scars on the smaller man's back as if he was trying to erase it.
Lithuania hesitated, before relaxing slightly against Denmark. "I'm sorry..." He murmured again, not really sure what he was apologizing for.
This was nice, Denmark thought, nuzzling his face in Lithuania's hair, "It's okay." he said, his face reddening when he realized the position they were in. Denmark pressed his lips on Lithuania's bruised shoulder. He hesitated to ask the lingering question, fearing Lithuania's reaction, but... "Want me to... make it all better?"
Denmark was warm, Lithuania noted vaguely. He supposed he noticed because he spent so much time in the cold. It would probably end badly (or maybe it wouldn't, maybe it wouldn't end, and how lovely would that be?), but...
He closed his eyes. "...Alright."
He cupped both Lithuania's cheeks with his palms and looked at him squarely in the eyes, his face completely different~ one he shared intimately only to others who deserved it. Denmark swept Lithuania's hair off his face and tucked it behind his ears. He smiled, hopefully to assure the little mouse of his intentions, and leaned forward for a kiss. He plunged his tongue in Lithuania's mouth and relished the small, precious sounds that surrounded him. Enfolded him. Making him want more.
The brunette shifted, wrapping his arms around Denmark's neck, pressing himself closer. The Dane tasted like sugar, mostly, probably from the cotton candy, but there was something else he couldn't really identify. Not that it really mattered, he mused, and he was certainly thinking too much for this.
He almost let out a relieved sigh when he felt the smaller nation respond to his needy kiss. He wrapped the smaller body in his arms again - groping the supple flesh underneath his warm hands, fingers willing the ungodly amount of scars on his back away (back, he hoped, to the shadowed part of his mind). Denmark pressed his hands against Lithuania's (ass) - soft behind. Controlling the roar of animalistic need; the lion underneath, for fear that he might scare little mouse away.
This was not the time for impatience, he thought, as he had always done to his partners before. Denmark felt, in an odd and very confused way, that he certainly wouldn't like it very much if he just ended up hurting the smaller nation after this.
Lithuania shivered at the near-featherlight touches, soft noises escaping into Denmark's mouth as the man's hands moved. Hands breaking apart from where he had laced them together, he allowed his fingers to brush down across the blonde's shoulders, chest, stomach, before finally (and rather impatiently) yanking at the shirt the taller man was wearing. There was far too much cloth between them, in his opinion.
Denmark gasped, a rough gravelly sound in his throat, when he felt the smaller nation tug at his shirt. He bit at Lithuania's lower lip before he forced his mouth off the intoxicating feeling of Lithuania's lips against his. Movements growing desperate, fierce. Now. The Dane threw his shirt on the floor or god-knows-where before he forced a kiss, his tongue... so hard that their teeth clinked against each other. And he turned his attentions to what was left of Lithuania's clothing. Ripping. Fumbling. Groping through the cloth upon something that he desperately wanted. There was nothing holding him back now. And his side, the side that was blood thirsty and selfish and greedy, wanted his attention.
"Want." he growled, "Now."
The last of his control slipped and became nonexistent.
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FOOTNOTES:
(2). And Bing does it again:
'Denmark pulls Lithuania on his lap during the taxi ride, slips his dick out of his pants, and SCREWS LITHUANIA WHILE THE TAXI MAN RECORDS EVERY FRIKKIN THING BAHAHHAHAHAHAH'
...And I was too lazy to find an English-Lithuanian translator thingy for a while. SO MINIMAL LITHUANIAN AT FIRST.