I can't believe I wrote this.. D8 *face palm*
Full out YAOI and the usual Romano-profanities
It has already been 2 weeks.
He has stayed in the potato bastard's house for 2 weeks. How was he able to stay in this damned place? He wants to go home. And so, Romano's pride continue to talk.
He wants to go home and pretend nothing happened. It is yet another nightmare. He did not see his little brother make out with 'his' Smiling Idiot. Damn it. It was HIS SMILING IDIOT and no one else's! Well, thats what he used to think. He didn't walk away with a broken heart and said "Do whatever." Nu-uh. He didn't got to the potato bastard's house and cried his eyes out. Nope, NEVER happened. And he also didn't
. . .
Okay, so maybe he did enjoy it a little bit.... (A lot) And maybe he appreciated the bastard when he said nice words to him. (Cried for joy) but that was it. There was no more. He doesn't feel indebted or anything. He doesn't feel grateful and loved or anything fucking cheesy and pathetic like that.
Romano's internal monologue wished to continue but the gnocchi he was cooking surfaced from the boiling water. He took it out from the water and dumped it in the saucepan together with the white sauce he prepared earlier. He tossed the pan around, making the gnocchi and sauce jump. (Just like a pro) He added some Parmesan cheese to the mix, tossed it around a little bit more and decided it was already okay. He can't make his usual perfect dishes without proper fresh ingredients. Darn it. He had to settle for what was in the Potato Bastard's fridge. And no, he didn't add beer in the sauce.
Romano took a bowl and placed the gnocchi and the sauce on it. It was made of creamy white sauce, gnocchi, Gorgonzola cheese and supposedly Italian sausage but the bastard only had his fucking wurst so he had to deal with it. He topped it with some Parmesan cheese. He smelled the aroma of good food.
It smells like Home.
Home, in their big kitchen where it was stocked full and his lovely vegetable and herb garden with fresh ingredients. Them brothers would cook all afternoon long and they will sleep during siesta and sometimes Spai-- the Smiling Idiot would visit and bring some tomatoes and tell him he's cute. But, he calls everyone cute. Antonio calls his brother cute. He calls ugly shaped tomatoes that Romano would throw away cute. He also thinks the ugly, hairless stray cat in the neighborhood was cute. Fucking Idiot. And yet when Ludwig called him cute, it felt genuine... because he never heard the word cute from the German's lips before. It was not a word he would use. Along with the words of rainbows, bunnies, sparkles and no-work-with-pay.
He stared at the dish on his hands. Why did he make white sauce? He rarely makes white sauce on--- on anything. He loves red, tomato based pasta but why didn't he make red sauce for this dish. A potato based pasta with cream, cheese and wurst for the sauce. Something is different in him. I guess he still needs to be thankful for Veneziano to stock the Potato Bastard's house with a lot of cheese and seasonings. Though his brother and the potato Bastard have not been dating for almost 4 months now, Romano can't help but think that Ludwig might still like Veneziano. Oh sure, they fucked yesterday and the day before that and this morning but... it's different. It's more like a consolatory fuck to make each others heart mend. And yet, why does his heart hurt to think of that. To think that he is a replacement for his little brother. Something people get when they can't get their first choice or something people throw away when they do get their first choice.
Romano sighed as he wills to block the mental image that comes into his head. Veneziano and Antonio were doing it in the kitchen of all fucking places! I guess, Antonio got his first choice huh. Romano's eyes begin to water and warm up. Salty tears fall down his face as he continues to hold the dish on his hands. He was sobbing and let the tears freely fall without wiping them. Something feels good in just letting the tears fall, to wash away his sadness if not momentarily. He then feels a presence at his back.
"Romano, are you all right? Did you hurt yourself cooking?" Ludwig said as he came closer to the sobbing Italian. "What happened?" he continued as he tried to inspect if Romano was hurt in any way.
"Go AWAY!" His head was down to stare at his white sauced gnocchi. Well Romano knows this is Ludwig's kitchen but why does he have such a bad timing to catch him being all sentimental and shit.
"Hey, what happened? Why are you crying and looking at food of all things."
"It's nothing. Just leave!!"
"Oh, come on, what happened? I don't buy what you say anymore, I know you always mean the opposite."
The Italian's face turned red as the German saw right through him. "It's you." He said sheepishly.
"This dish. It's you."
"What are you talking about? Did you bump your head anywhere?"
"I- I think this dish is you. You're this white, pale sauce and the-- the cheese is your blond hair. The potato gnocchi and wurst are also your favorites so... It's you and I can't figure out why--why I have been fucking cooking this for the last 2 weeks now and--and--"
Germany took the plate of gnocchi away from Romano and took him in his arms. The rest of the Italian's words became muffled as it turned into loud sobs against the German's shirt.
"Will you stop crying? You always cry. I think you might like the real one instead of some dish won't you?"
Wrapped around the bigger man's arms, Romano inhaled the smell of Ludwig. He became quite familiar with this smell during his stay here. The musky, manly smell that is Germany's. He then stared at those blue eyes. Ever piercing and intimidating and yet could be so gentle and intense when they make love. The two of them continue to stare at each other's eyes as Ludwig closed the gap and kissed the Italian down. It started with a peck on the lips, a chaste kiss and then Ludwig's tongue forced his partner's lips to part and slid through. It was not an urgent kiss. More like savoring and tender. Deep and needy but slow and steady. The kiss went on as Romano's hands first went to mess the German's finely combed back hair and his other arm clutching his partner's shoulders. Ludwig's hands likewise went around the Italian's back and under the big nightshirt Romano was wearing. It went on for some minutes until Romano broke the kiss gasping for air. He spoke but a few inches of Ludwig's lips and whispered, breathing hard.
"We can't---here. What if Gilbert sees us?"
"He's not here, he's out."
"Does he know? I mean, why I've been staying over here? Does he know I'm not using the guest room and have been----- with you instead? "
"Hmm, No. I think he thinks you're trying to flirt with him or something."
"Stop worrying will you and don't talk about other men while I'm kissing you."
"But we can't do it here mmmpppf---"
The kiss continued lead by Ludwig, more rash and haughty this time. He took advantage of Romano's open mouth as he continue to slide his tongue in to get a deeper kiss. Heat is building up inside of them as they continue to devour on each others mouths, soliciting gasps and throaty moans from the Italian. Ludwig lifted Romano up while still kissing and carried him towards the living room. Apparently 'kitchen' is something sacred to his adorable little lover. He plopped Romano down the sofa and tried to examine his breathless and blushing partner. Romano's eyes were still a bit red from crying earlier but has that dilated feel of lust in them. The smaller man's lips were red, full and so kissable. Ludwig can't deny he was enchanted by the intensity of Romano's lusty stare at him.
They returned to kissing as Ludwig devoured Romano messily and traced a line of kisses from his partner's mouth, down to the neck. Warm breath on each others faces, as they breathe each others air and lap on their lover's mouth. The German gently unbuttoned the Italian's shirt, slowly taking it off, sliding it out of Romano's shoulders, he continues to kiss downward the chest and hear his lover's heavy breathing. His hand wandered down to the source of Romano's lust and he nudged his hand quickly to the Italian's already hard member. Upon the sensation of contact, Romano clenched Ludwig's shoulder and whispered Ludwig's name in what seems like a plea to continue. The German did not waver, he took his time and continued kissing his lover's chest, contributing slowly into the burning sensation that was in their libido.
"Nnnn... Luh--Luhdwig, Fuck! Get on with it!!"
"But I enjoy seeing your tortured face."
"Fuck this. I--I don't want to come half done like this... you---bas---tard."
"Does it make you this hard when I just kiss you?"
Ludwig groped Romano on top of the wet fabric of his boxers and this brought a loud moan from the smaller nation. He stroked Romano's needy member more roughly this time and kissed down the Italian's stomach until he came face to face to Romano's erection. The German kissed Romano's tip, and fondled his hands more eagerly on the Italian's crotch.
Romano's eyes was fixed on Ludwig. Staring intensely as he gets more aroused at the sight of the German, with his messily blond hair and teasing fingers, kissing the tip of his very being. Ludwig's eyes, blue, cold and speculative, staring at him dutifully as he did lewd things with his mouth. Heat swelled in Romano's stomach as the unbearable sight turned him on even more. He clenched Ludwig's shoulder tightly as he moaned his pleas in Italian, begging Ludwig to do more. He cannot come just like this. He wasn't even fully naked yet and Ludwig hasn't shed a piece of his clothing either. He cannot bare this fire burning him, pleasing him and the thought of actually having more of it consumed his thoughts entirely.
"Ludwig, PLEASEDOSOMETHING." Romano said as he exhaled heavily, eyes closed, trying to contain himself from coming just from the sight Ludwig kissing him---down there, just from the possibility of Ludwig licking the length of his shaft, just from thinking of Ludwig sucking him, swallowing his hard being and entering Ludwig's mouth. The mouth that gives orders with a stern voice, that sexy mouth was sucking him. Hard. Romano could not take it as the sensation of Ludwig's hot and moist mouth enclosed him through his boxers. Fuck. He's still wearing his boxers. Romano scrambled his hands hastily as he tried to take off his own boxers when Ludwig's hand stopped him.
"Why so eager?" Ludwig mocked as he saw Romano's blushing face being undone with lust, desire and more desire to smack him.
"You---uh---bastard!!!" Romano said as he tried to say something more threatening. He couldn't think of anything but only the instinct of being together with Ludwig and his member seeking more friction overcame him. He wants to feel Germany's warm skin against his own. He longs the feeling of skin contact, to feel the German's large presence inside of him, filling him to the brim and sating his insatiable lust. He struggled against the grip of the German and when his hands was free, he glomped Ludwig, joining him on the floor.
"Ah, ever feisty." was the words Ludwig uttered as Romano crashed his mouth on the sitting German. Romano's legs were on the either side of Ludwig's lap as he hastily kissed his lover and gyrated his hips to match the eagerness of the kiss. The friction he longed was there, Romano continued to rub his already hard member into Ludwig's own. He noticed that he was not the only one needing. Ludwig was hard on his own right and Romano's lips and hips was making heat that they could not ignore. Soon, they were making out like crazy, devouring and lapping each others mouths as Romano continues to rub himself into Germany. Throaty moans of pleasure can be heard as the Italian broke off the kiss and gasped for air.
Romano kissed a wet trail from the German's mouth to jawline. He then kissed his lover's ear and tongued Ludwig's earlobe as his blond lover shivered from the tingling sensation. Seeing that the effect made Ludwig gasp, he scraped his tongue on the German's ear and tugged it gently with his teeth. The sensation of pain made Ludwig grunt in pleasure deep in his throat.
"Luuuuuhd----wig." Romano whispered in his lover's ear as his hand slowly wandered down to Germany's crotch. Ludwig was teasing Romano earlier, well two can play on that game. He was not called the country of lovers for nothing. Romano stroked Ludwig's member through his pants and he can tell Ludwig was happy about it.
"I want this----." Romano's hand gripped harder as he tried to squeeze and continue to say, "---inside me." He then licked Germany's ear again. Ludwig's ear was so soft and smooth and he can't help like nibbling on it.
"I--I neeeed yooou---" Romano paused as he moved his hips on top of Germany's own. His hands were now fumbling on Ludwig's shirt buttons. "---to please. FUCK. ME. NOW. YOU BASTARD."
Germany chuckled, very amused. "No, need to ask, This was already in my schedule and we have the whole afternoon to do so but I have a meeting at night."
They were back kissing, and in between gasps for air, Romano's hand kept on fumbling between taking off Ludwig's shirt and belt. He wanted to go back into rubbing himself into Ludwig but wants him undressed first. Fucking buttons, it should be just a clip on or Velcro, easy to take off. He has that annoyed expression on why Ludwig was still fully clothed. Damn masochist. Romano couldn't unbutton the shirt. He was fumbling too much, mind flying away into the lusty, wet kiss and to make him think how to unbutton something is truly impossible. He then roughly tugged on the shirt and spoke into Ludwig's open mouth in between the kiss. "Take, the fuh--cking SHIRT OFF!"
Ludwig complied, obviously giving the Italian a hard time and enjoying every bit of this lust ridden, needy lover. Romano's face was so red and lust filled, just looking at his expressions while assertively fumbling on his shirt buttons to see him naked was turning Ludwig on like crazy. He doesn't know how much he wants Romano. How much he want to invade Romano again and again and to see this Italian's expression, stripped of his pride and cursing wildly, moaning his name as he fulfill Romano's void. His member throbs. It wants Romano badly.
In one fluid motion, Ludwig ripped his shirt off, sending the buttons popping somewhere. Upon seeing bare skin, Romano marveled at the German's sculpted body. He kissed a wet trail of down Ludwig's abs as his hand wandered and caressed the pale body. Romano paused for a moment stared at the blue eyes and kissed Ludwig on the mouth. How he loves staring at this blue eyes. This blue ones, not green, BLUE. He then placed his hands on both of Ludwig's shoulder's and started to grind his very neglected member against Ludwig's own tent in his pants. This solicited a moan from both of them as Romano continue to grind harder and harder, getting as much friction as he can between the fabric that separates them.
The German can't play coy and ignore his own desires anymore and yet he want to see more of the desperate Italian. He took off the Italian's wet boxers. The smaller nation was now naked except for the loose nightshirt that hung on Romano's arms. Romano continued to moan as the bare contact brought in more sensations of pleasure to his libido while he continues to grind on Ludwig's crotch. It doesn't help that Ludwig had no plan to take his pants off yet but the German grabbed Romano's base in a tube grip and continue to rub the Italian in the rhythm Romano was grinding in. Soon, the heat was swelling up in Romano as he continues to move faster against the bigger man's hand and he came in a flurry of light as he moaned Ludwig's name in ecstasy and arched his back for the last thrust.
Romano lay limpid against Germany's neck, calm and unmoving, quietly hugging Ludwig, wasted and fulfilled but not yet satisfied. Fuck, Ludwig didn't do much.
"That was quite a show." Ludwig said, "But we're not done yet."
Romano still lipid, needed a few more seconds to get himself fully together. He was huddled against Ludwig's neck as his raspy voice whispered into the German's ear. "I know----you fucking bastard."
Ludwig cleaned up the discharge using his shirt and cradled the Italian closer. He carried Romano up the stairs and into his office. Romano opened one of his eyes and peered at where they were going, surprised to be in Ludwig's home office. "Wha--- you're going to work? Why are we going here?"
"I'm definitely going to work---you hard all right." Ludwig said as he locked the door from inside and went in.
"Wait, in your office? Fuck, you're as kinky as hell, Ludwig" The idea of being fucked on top of a desk seems so wild and sexy. Damn. Okay, he's kinda looking forward to it. Ludwig seemed to know what was inside Romano's head for he sat the naked Italian down on his desk and rummaged something in one of his drawers. It appears to be a bottle of lube in those modern designs. It oddly looked like a phallic shaped tube.
"You're keeping lube in your office desk? I don't even..."
"But it's for you."
"You damn control freak." Romano said as he tugged on the German's pants to so he can kiss him. He loves kissing Ludwig. He loves the feel of his his tongue sliding in the German's mouth. The warmth that builds in his lower stomach as they continue to devour each others lips in steady fluid motion. He loves it that he gets to wander his hands through his lovers hair and the feel of Ludwig's hands, steadying his head and hands pressing on his back as if he can get anymore closer.
BANG! A loud sound came from the door. The sound made Romano and Ludwig stop and look curiously at the door.
BANG! It continued.
Muffled maniacal shouts from the other side can be heard as the one who was the origin of the loud noise continue to say, "Heeeeey, WEST!!! Shhtopp whorking! I harve a guresatgas mbluflgahrgh and a frghlighhjkl Kesesesese!" Whatever was the rest of the Prussian's sentence, Ludwig and Romano didn't care. It was only Gilbert. He probably got Austria in a video while licking a banana or Gilbird learned a to jump in a ring of blazing fire, whatever it was, he was seriously interrupting their make out time.
"I won't even ask what that was about." Romano said nonchalantly as he continue to smooch on Ludwig's collarbone. Sitting on the table gave Romano a higher level and he loved that he can reach Ludwig so easily. Since Germany was now standing, it was more easier to take off his belt, Romano unbuckled the belt and slid it off the pants. He then unbuttoned Ludwig's pants and used his feet to let it fall on the floor. Romano's hand caressed all the way from Ludwig's upper body to the bigger man's needy erection. It was all long, hard, thick and neglected. He can't help but think Ludwig's control was fucking impeccable. The Italian pumped it hard and gave it a few strokes. At about that time, the German was at his limits with the Italian's hand fondling him. To finally be touched after all those foreplay and feel warm, bare skin rubbing on his phallus was unbearably good. Lust was in Ludwig's eyes as he pushes the southern Italian to lie on the table.
Romano's head hit some of the paperweight on the solid mahogany desk. His feet was dangling on the edges as Ludwig was on top of him, crashing their lips together as if they have not been kissing at all. It was hard and forceful and tasted of copper. The lascivious kiss was cut off when Ludwig decided to take off his own boxers, wet from pre-cum. Romano was just staring at Ludwig, his eyes, drinking the scene as he anticipates what will come next. Breathing hard, Ludwig knelt on the desk, in between the Italian's legs and licked Romano's shaft. It was hard again as his own. This brought a moan from the smaller man. Again, Ludwig licked Romano's length and sucked his tip that brought an incomprehensible moans of pleasure from the Italian. Ludwig then brought out the lube and squeezed an ample amount into his palm, he then lathered it into his hands as hes left hand was pumping Romano and his right hand was scissoring it's way in the Italian rear entrance.
"Unf--- hah~ hah~ Che palle!"
"Relax, stop being so tense."
"Let's see how younf---ah--do having--- suh--mething stuck hup---your AHHHHhsss!!!!! Luhd-wheeg! uhhhhh-hah-- YES!!!" Romano's hands was scrambling on the desk, pushing away the paperweights, organizers and the documents on the desk to the floor. He thinks he broke something for it cracked loud when it fell. He got a hold of a bunch of paper documents and he threw it to Ludwig. The paper came flying all over them as Ludwig makes his fingers through inside him. He was moaning loudly and doesn't care if anyone hears him anymore. He feels so good and he knows the best is yet to come. His hands were gripping tightly on the edge of the table as Ludwig steadily fondles his frenulum and fingers invading him. Fuck, it feels so sinfully good. His hips buckles up to rub more to the friction of Ludwig's hands.
"That's... enough! Get--hon witit---you basthaa--aard! nghhh-"
Ludwig inserted his third finger in. He was crisscrossing his fingers to make sure that Romano is ready for him and would not get hurt. Hearing the moans and curses and plainly seeing Romano so messed up turned him on immensely. Not to mention Romano was in his office desk, kicking and shoving all of his important work documents like it was trash and pleading to be fucked. Mein Gott, perhaps he himself is a masochist. Ludwig knew those documents were important and yet why did he want to fuck Romano on top of those documents and risk having the Italian throw it at him like confetti. His erection seriously needs some friction now and yet he can't just shove himself all big and scalding hot in Romano. That would brake his fragile little lover and yet the pain might actually turn him on. He wants to thrust his throbbing member to penetrate the sexy, hot, moaning pile of lust in front of him. NOW.
"PLEASE, nghhh-NOW. uh--hah~ LUD---WHIGG!!"
The German can't ignore his lover's pleas and his own desires anymore, NOW is the time. He propped Romano's left leg on his shoulders and his other legs over his arm. Ludwig coated his penis with a handful of lube and steadily inserted his big, needy member inside of Romano's hind entrance. Romano screamed half in excitement, pain and pleasure. The bigger man continued to ease in as his partner arched his back at an odd angle to fully offer his opening. Ludwig can feel Romano being so tight and hot around him. It's driving him more crazy. Enveloping his member in glorious heat as his own hands pumping the Italian. The sensation brought a low grunt deep in his throat, purely animalistic and carnal.
"My GOD, Romano. You're so tight. " Ludwig moaned. He wanted to roughly shove himself inside his partner again and again.
Romano's mouth was open, moaning his ecstasy while his eyes were on tears. Ludwig knows Romano must be in pain and yet he cannot dare stop now. NOT NOW. Soon, Romano was buckling and moving his hips, wanting to get movement. He adjusted to Ludwig's size and the German shoved his throbbing member fully inside Romano. The feeling of Romano taking all of him and being fully sheathed inside his lover was gloriously pleasurable, he feels so good from his own ecstasy.
He filled him to the brim and began to move in erratic thrusts feeling the wonder and heat the Italian has to offer. They both began to move as the Italian meet the German's thrusts in carnal urgency. The heat and pleasure of the moment was getting overwhelming and yet, it cannot end just yet.
Ludwig wanted a different position, something they can get more off from. He motioned his partner to sit up while still being wedged together. Germany carried Romano and leaned him to the bookshelf in the end wall. He then began to continue his erratic thrust as Romano was being impaled in pleasure again and again against the bookshelf. Ludwig, you kinky bastard. This postilion made Romano more comfortable and could get more feel of the large member penetrating him. His hands went above his head as he wanted something to hold on to. He cannot breathe. It was getting too hot and immensely satisfying just to be slammed into again and again. Brought by every thrust was a piercing sensation on his entrance but lust has tuned the pain into something enjoyable and adds to the mix of wild sensation his body is experiencing. His voice was raspy from screaming moans of his pleasure and coaxing Ludwig to continue his movements. His hands fumbled and gripped the rack of the bookshelf. He got a hold of some books and absentmindedly pulled them out and it went flying to the floor. He pulled some more books, more like manuals and threw some at the German doing him up against---a bookshelf.
"Ah--- Hah-- bastard--- too good unfff----Don't stop!"
"You're too horny. I like it." Ludwig said as one of the edges of the hardbound book Romano threw at him hit his shoulders and it bled.
"Who's fuh---king fault is ---it NNnnhhh Hah--- Yes, YES!--- FUCK!" Was the last comprehensible words he could utter. The rest were just words and sensations. He can't form a full sentence even if you have to feed him dirt for a week.
Slamming---- down---- at him,
He just can't say how good it was, he can only show it by moaning it and clutching on the shelf. How utterly in the moment he is. Not thinking about the past, not the future, just at the current situation of being fucked hard you'd cry from sheer bliss.
"Hah, AH--MORE!" was Romano's shout as he gripped the bookshelf to give him more leverage to meet Ludwig's movements. The German found a rhythm to move into and the Italian can feel Ludwig hitting---that spot. Some spark of sweet pleasure entirely different from the heat they were experiencing. Ludwig continues to plunge into him and hit his prostate. The feeling was swelling up inside of him, spreading like spilled water on cloth, creeping inside as he finally came into climax, his member sprouting white seeds in his lover's stomach as Ludwig continue to fuck him to the rhythm that elongated his orgasm. He came wildly, shouting more, throwing more books to the ground and then clutching Ludwig's shoulder as he dug his nails into him, biting flesh. The explosive pleasure was still there as he arched his back to give in to the overwhelming sensation. Soon after Romano came, Ludwig followed to give in to his orgasm after his last shaky shove into the arching Italian.
Ludwig had one word for the inexplicable pleasurable sensation he felt.
Romano woke up alone, huddled under a comforter sometime that night. He reluctantly peered open one tired eye and saw that he was on a bed--- in the guest room. Fuck, the potato bastard must be in his stupid meeting already. Shit and his whole body hurts, most specially his legs and his ass. This is one of the things he hated after good, no-bars-held sex. It was the day/night after.
Romano sighed. How long was it that he was sleeping? He tried the best he can to sit up and look for a clock. He winced at the pain when he sat up but what he saw pierced his heart more tenderly. On the bedside table was 2 things with notes on them. One was the gnocchi with white sauce he made that afternoon. It was in a plastic container with Ludwig's post-it saying:
"You should heat this up and eat.
I am sorry I will not be there when you wake up.
I will be back soon after the meeting.
Beside the gnocchi was a basket of some very, very, red and familiar tomatoes. That basket also had a note but messily scribbled in tissue with dried blotches of ink on it.
I was looking for you everywhere!!!!!!!!
Gilbo told me you were here so I came to visit!!
I wanted to talk to you but you were busy (
I brought some tomatoes!!!!
Next time, I hope you would talk to me
Lovino wept. His heart hurts more than his body but he had a feeling that this will be one of the last time that he would cry for this reason. Boss' Lovino wept, Ludwig's Romano moved on but one thing is for sure, they're all idiots.