Author!anon is sorry this took so long, but safgs, exams suck. ;( Anyway, I hope OP likes this ♥♥ untitled because my titles look like they came out of a Gintama chapter. also, Word --> lj sucks because it negates all my italics and I use them a lot. :C my Arthur has such a potty mouth~
Arthur hissed in sudden pain, goddamnit his head hurt like a bitch, what the bloody hell-
He snapped up, eyes wide and unseeing, before he realized he couldn’t stand up and there was darkness all around; his wrists were bound, he was bound tightly, uncomfortably so, with heavy, scratchy ropes. And the thing he was tied on was...um, breathing. He squinted through the headache and the dark, spotting blond hair on his shoulder-that-Alfred! Alfred was here with him, that was-
Shit, shit, shit, Germany had caught them both, where the fuck were they, and why was Alfred still not awake? Arthur tried moving his hands, but they were bound together behind Alfred’s back, and they were tied face to face, Arthur’s stomach pressed firmly against Alfred’s and he
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“Can’t take me down just like that, old man.” Alfred smirked smugly back at him, and the way Arthur was on his lap made the height difference virtually nonexistent, so that their faces were close enough for everything to grow really uncomfortable, really fast. The fact that Alfred seemed to become conscious of it and blushed only set Arthur’s blush off too. “Um-I suppose we h-have to-“
“Y-Yeah.” Arthur swallowed thickly, trying to snap himself out of it; this was not the time, not the place to think of how blue Alfred’s eyes were up close, how he hadn’t been this close to his former colony for over a century almost, and damn-
“We, um, haven’t been this close in a while.” Alfred laughed uneasily, unknowingly echoing Arthur’s thoughts, a fact that only added to his aggravated mood, and Arthur wanted to say ‘Don’t, don’t make this into something more, not when you don’t care, stop pretending you want me, that this is more than a joke‘. In the end, he said nothing, like he always did, and instead opted for a: “I...have a pocketknife in
( ... )
Alfred was...getting hard. “Y-You-Alfred-“Arthur’s eyes widened to the point were it would look comical, where they in any other situation. But Alfred was still looking down at his hands, face marred with deep frustrated lines, concentrating in cutting the ropes. “I-It’s not my fault, damnit!” Alfred snapped back up to look at him, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “Do you think I can help it, with you being so close-“He stopped abruptly, eyes widening enough to match Arthur’s. “I-I mean...!”
Arthur’s cheeks were glowing. D-Damn that brat for always making him feel like this.
“Arthur-you-do you-“Alfred sounded strained, and Arthur’s heart was beating loudly in his ears, just as hard as Alfred’s was beating against his chest. Because there was lust in Alfred’s voice and Alfred was getting hard, because of Arthur. Lust that Arthur had never dared look for, even after his former colony, now independent, had joined the Allies and this stupid War. He’d never dared hope, but now
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Alfred made a hoarse, greedy sound and darted abruptly forward as Arthur leaned back, catching his lips with his and kissing him as if he mattered. And it did matter, didn’t it? Arthur leaned into it eagerly, wrapping his arms around Alfred’s neck and biting and licking Alfred’s bottom lip until the other opened his mouth to him. They were kissing messily, violently, teeth and tongues more than lips and it was the single best kiss in Arthur’s life. He burried his fingers in that dirty blond hair and pulled, cock hardening at the sound Alfred made. Arthur gave the other’s hips a squeeze with the thighs wrapped around his waist and their stomachs slid together.
“A-Arthur, oh god-“Alfred breathed hoarsely, “I’ve always, you were-“, before he dragged him in another one of those kisses, and Arthur opened his mouth and let him dominate the kiss, pushing his hips down on Alfred’s, his cock sliding against Alfred’s hardness even through the material of their uniforms and oh. They must have both moaned into the kiss, and Alfred tried to
( ... )
Their lips made a noisy, wet sound when the stopped kissing in order to breathe and it sounded so obscene and so hot that Arthur couldn't help groaning. He let his head fall on Alfred’s shoulder while he tried to catch his breath, and Alfred copied him, the arms that were wrapped around Arthur’s waist not moving away but hugging him tighter against his chest.
“Wow.” Arthur couldn’t help but chuckle huskily at that, because he hadn’t heard that awed tone in such a long time.
“Eloquent...as ever, hah, Alfred?”
“Hey! I can’t help it if you turned my brain into a mess.” Arthur blushed at that (which was absurd, after what they had just done, but then again Alfred always made him do things like that for some inexplicable reason) and pulled back to look the other in the eye.
“Alfred, this-“
“I kinda hope next time won’t be taking place in a closet or whatever. That...well, it wasn’t the most romantic place I could think of.” Alfred threw him a wide smile that filled Arthur’s stomach with butterflies. Oh god, he said next time, he
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MY ENGLISH JUST BROKE. CANNOT BRAIN TOTAL SHUT DOWN THANK YOU.
This just...GUH. Moltenly hot and rough and I love your italics and the focus and the always and the oh my god. Have an internet. And a cookie. And another internet. And some butterflies for good measure. And my soul.
A-AUTHOR!ANON DOES NOT DESERVE THAT MUCH PRAISE b-but, I'll take the cookie. And the internet, jasskjhyg, I love anon for this comment ♥♥ you made my morning 8D
O-oh. Y-your characterization is so delicious and your Alfred was so positively nnnnngh (not that your Arthur wasn't spot-on, but somehow your Alfred alkngdskn).
PLEASE, AUTHOR!NON, if you do get married to that anonymous above, let me be your mistress or something. I must repay you for this awesomeness *offers candy she was given yesterday meanwhile*.
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May 10 2009, 12:14:43 UTC
M-My, you anons sure know how to make me blush, sghfsh. Thank you so much, anon, my biggest worry is always characterization; I have to admit Alfred comes a lot easier to me than Arthur does, but ajsjsf, ANYWAY THANK YOU ♥♥♥♥♥xinfinity.
I-I wouldn't really mind mistresses, ohoho. /takes candy
Well, DAMN. This is smokin' hot. Absolutely fucking smokin' hot. I love, love frottage fic and there is not enough of it EVER, and just shkjerh nngh. Arthur was hot in this, I must say. ♥
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Arthur hissed in sudden pain, goddamnit his head hurt like a bitch, what the bloody hell-
He snapped up, eyes wide and unseeing, before he realized he couldn’t stand up and there was darkness all around; his wrists were bound, he was bound tightly, uncomfortably so, with heavy, scratchy ropes. And the thing he was tied on was...um, breathing. He squinted through the headache and the dark, spotting blond hair on his shoulder-that-Alfred! Alfred was here with him, that was-
Shit, shit, shit, Germany had caught them both, where the fuck were they, and why was Alfred still not awake? Arthur tried moving his hands, but they were bound together behind Alfred’s back, and they were tied face to face, Arthur’s stomach pressed firmly against Alfred’s and he ( ... )
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“Y-Yeah.” Arthur swallowed thickly, trying to snap himself out of it; this was not the time, not the place to think of how blue Alfred’s eyes were up close, how he hadn’t been this close to his former colony for over a century almost, and damn-
“We, um, haven’t been this close in a while.” Alfred laughed uneasily, unknowingly echoing Arthur’s thoughts, a fact that only added to his aggravated mood, and Arthur wanted to say ‘Don’t, don’t make this into something more, not when you don’t care, stop pretending you want me, that this is more than a joke‘. In the end, he said nothing, like he always did, and instead opted for a: “I...have a pocketknife in ( ... )
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Arthur’s cheeks were glowing. D-Damn that brat for always making him feel like this.
“Arthur-you-do you-“Alfred sounded strained, and Arthur’s heart was beating loudly in his ears, just as hard as Alfred’s was beating against his chest. Because there was lust in Alfred’s voice and Alfred was getting hard, because of Arthur. Lust that Arthur had never dared look for, even after his former colony, now independent, had joined the Allies and this stupid War. He’d never dared hope, but now ( ... )
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“A-Arthur, oh god-“Alfred breathed hoarsely, “I’ve always, you were-“, before he dragged him in another one of those kisses, and Arthur opened his mouth and let him dominate the kiss, pushing his hips down on Alfred’s, his cock sliding against Alfred’s hardness even through the material of their uniforms and oh. They must have both moaned into the kiss, and Alfred tried to ( ... )
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“Wow.” Arthur couldn’t help but chuckle huskily at that, because he hadn’t heard that awed tone in such a long time.
“Eloquent...as ever, hah, Alfred?”
“Hey! I can’t help it if you turned my brain into a mess.” Arthur blushed at that (which was absurd, after what they had just done, but then again Alfred always made him do things like that for some inexplicable reason) and pulled back to look the other in the eye.
“Alfred, this-“
“I kinda hope next time won’t be taking place in a closet or whatever. That...well, it wasn’t the most romantic place I could think of.” Alfred threw him a wide smile that filled Arthur’s stomach with butterflies. Oh god, he said next time, he ( ... )
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HOLY SHIT ANON.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
CAN'T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT.
That was so, so, so HOT. And AMAZING.
Thank you for making my day AWESOME.
I love you, marry me.
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o-oh my, marriage proposals \o/
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This just...GUH. Moltenly hot and rough and I love your italics and the focus and the always and the oh my god. Have an internet. And a cookie. And another internet. And some butterflies for good measure. And my soul.
This gets saved now, yes. Thank you.
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PLEASE, AUTHOR!NON, if you do get married to that anonymous above, let me be your mistress or something. I must repay you for this awesomeness *offers candy she was given yesterday meanwhile*.
reCaptcha: of martians. Tony does not approve?
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I-I wouldn't really mind mistresses, ohoho. /takes candy
Would Tony ever approve? ;(
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