After what seems like an eternity, Ludwig hears the door behind him open. He opens his eyes to see Feliciano, dressed in his military uniform now, come in, humming to himself. Ludwig can only guess that it is now evening and Feliciano has just come back from work, where, doubtless, no one even thought of guessing what the Italian was keeping secret.
Feliciano goes to the work table first, humming to himself as he pours another glass of the now warm wine. He approaches Ludwig, peering momentarily at his fully erecting and weeping cock and smiling.
"Ve~ You are very excited to see me! Very good, very good," Feliciano giggles before smiling that half-smile that now promises things to Ludwig. "Are you thirsty, mio tedesco? Here, have a drink."
He presses the wine against Ludwig's lips and Ludwig does not dare to spit it out, swallowing every last drop dutifully. His empty stomach gurgles on the wine, and it is not long before the alcohol takes a bit of effect, loosening Ludwig's tight muscles just a bit. Feliciano smiles, stroking Ludwig's cheek with a warm thumb.
"Good, good," he murmurs. "You would like a bit more, I believe."
Ludwig drinks the next glass willingly as well as the third and the fourth. After the fourth, he can feel his head swimming as Feliciano pulls away from him, going back to the work table and setting the wine glass down, that same smile on his face. Feliciano returns to him, reaching up and adjusting the bonds around Ludwig's body, jostling him and making that damn cylinder move inside of his body, rubbing so tantalizingly against his prostate. It takes Ludwig a moment to realize that he is the one making those keening, moaning sounds.
Feliciano just giggles and looks down at Ludwig's arousal as he adjust the straps around Ludwig's feet. "Oh, Ludwig, you're such a slut," he says, kissing Ludwig's numbed calf. "I bet you'd beg for anyone to fuck you right now. Isn't that right?"
And, with that, Feliciano grabs Ludwig's weeping cock, holding tightly at the base. Ludwig moans aloud and thrashes, stars going off in his eyes. He hears Feliciano giggle lightly and, for some reason that Ludwig's addled brain cannot comprehend right now, the sound makes him even more aroused.
"Do you want me to fuck you, mio tedesco?" Feliciano purrs
The Italian brushes the fingers of his other hand over Ludwig's ass and finding the bit of the cylinder poking of his hole and rotating it. Ludwig trashes wildly in the chains, moaning.
"Y-yes! Please!"
"Ve~" Feliciano stills his hand on the cylinder but keeps a firm hold on Ludwig's cock. "What do you want?"
Ludwig feels the burn of tears in his eyes and feels the wet droplets slips down his cheeks. He closes his eyes, entire body trembling.
"Please, Feliciano... Please fuck me."
"Why should I?" Feliciano sneers. "A slut like you would ask anyone to fuck them. I bet if England or America or Prussia walked in here right now, you would ask them to do the same thing."
Ludwig hears himself moan helplessly, writhing in the chains and leather and Feliciano's rough touch. "Mein Gott, please!" Ludwig cries, no longer caring for his pride; he has none left.
"Why should I?" Feliciano shouts back, spitting on Ludwig. "Damn slut. Look at you, so damn pathetic."
He is crying outright now from frustration and need, humilation and want. "Please, Feliciano, I need it. I need you. I need you to fuck me! Please, Feliciano, please fuck me. Fuck me, mein Gott, fuck me, please!"
Feliciano smiles almost gently and removes the cylinder with one swift motion. Ludwig hears himself scream, and he screams again when Feliciano pushes inside of him, having used that moment of Ludwig's unawareness to yank down his pants and underwear roughly. Feliciano is larger than the cylinder was wide, and it feels as if Ludwig is being penetrated anew.
There is no time to adjust. Feliciano begins to thrust, one hand still holding Ludwig's cock in a tight, unforgiving grip and his other supporting himself on the metal frame. Ludwig is still screaming, but the scream is punctutated now by gasps of pleasure and pain and... He doesn't know anymore because Feliciano is gasping now, too, and suddenly Ludwig feels warm bursts of liquid hitting against his prostate, and he is howling as he feel Feliciano take his hand from the base of his cock and the world goes into white fireworks and his entire body seizes and trembles as Ludwig empties himself whilst screaming Feliciano's name all over Ludwig's own stomach, chest, and even splatter his own face before the world goes black and Ludwig passes out.
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Kiku Honda pauses outside of the door in Feliciano's house that he had heard Ludwig shout from within. All those sounds have suddenly stopped. Then he hears rattling of metal and then the thump of something (or someone) hitting the ground. More silence, and then he hears Feliciano humming inside and bootsteps approaching.
He backs away from the door just in time to avoid having Feliciano run into him. Feliciano blinks and looks at Kiku somewhat confused as he shuts the door behind him; Kiku hears it automatically lock.
"Kiku? What brings you here?"
Kiku blinks. Once, twice, thrice. Slowly, he begins to back away, never taking his eyes off of Feliciano's innocent, confused face.
"Nothing," Kiku says firmly, "I will see you later."
He turns tail and runs then, as fast as he can. Kiku knows that kind of face and those sounds. He know it like the back of his hand and the scar on his once-brother's back. And he knows he needs to find someone--Prussia, Russia, America, anyone--fast or there won't be much of Ludwig left to save.
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Re: Mio Tedesco [3/4]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-21 02:44 am (UTC)(link)Feliciano goes to the work table first, humming to himself as he pours another glass of the now warm wine. He approaches Ludwig, peering momentarily at his fully erecting and weeping cock and smiling.
"Ve~ You are very excited to see me! Very good, very good," Feliciano giggles before smiling that half-smile that now promises things to Ludwig. "Are you thirsty, mio tedesco? Here, have a drink."
He presses the wine against Ludwig's lips and Ludwig does not dare to spit it out, swallowing every last drop dutifully. His empty stomach gurgles on the wine, and it is not long before the alcohol takes a bit of effect, loosening Ludwig's tight muscles just a bit. Feliciano smiles, stroking Ludwig's cheek with a warm thumb.
"Good, good," he murmurs. "You would like a bit more, I believe."
Ludwig drinks the next glass willingly as well as the third and the fourth. After the fourth, he can feel his head swimming as Feliciano pulls away from him, going back to the work table and setting the wine glass down, that same smile on his face. Feliciano returns to him, reaching up and adjusting the bonds around Ludwig's body, jostling him and making that damn cylinder move inside of his body, rubbing so tantalizingly against his prostate. It takes Ludwig a moment to realize that he is the one making those keening, moaning sounds.
Feliciano just giggles and looks down at Ludwig's arousal as he adjust the straps around Ludwig's feet. "Oh, Ludwig, you're such a slut," he says, kissing Ludwig's numbed calf. "I bet you'd beg for anyone to fuck you right now. Isn't that right?"
And, with that, Feliciano grabs Ludwig's weeping cock, holding tightly at the base. Ludwig moans aloud and thrashes, stars going off in his eyes. He hears Feliciano giggle lightly and, for some reason that Ludwig's addled brain cannot comprehend right now, the sound makes him even more aroused.
"Do you want me to fuck you, mio tedesco?" Feliciano purrs
The Italian brushes the fingers of his other hand over Ludwig's ass and finding the bit of the cylinder poking of his hole and rotating it. Ludwig trashes wildly in the chains, moaning.
"Y-yes! Please!"
"Ve~" Feliciano stills his hand on the cylinder but keeps a firm hold on Ludwig's cock. "What do you want?"
Ludwig feels the burn of tears in his eyes and feels the wet droplets slips down his cheeks. He closes his eyes, entire body trembling.
"Please, Feliciano... Please fuck me."
"Why should I?" Feliciano sneers. "A slut like you would ask anyone to fuck them. I bet if England or America or Prussia walked in here right now, you would ask them to do the same thing."
Ludwig hears himself moan helplessly, writhing in the chains and leather and Feliciano's rough touch. "Mein Gott, please!" Ludwig cries, no longer caring for his pride; he has none left.
"Why should I?" Feliciano shouts back, spitting on Ludwig. "Damn slut. Look at you, so damn pathetic."
He is crying outright now from frustration and need, humilation and want. "Please, Feliciano, I need it. I need you. I need you to fuck me! Please, Feliciano, please fuck me. Fuck me, mein Gott, fuck me, please!"
Feliciano smiles almost gently and removes the cylinder with one swift motion. Ludwig hears himself scream, and he screams again when Feliciano pushes inside of him, having used that moment of Ludwig's unawareness to yank down his pants and underwear roughly. Feliciano is larger than the cylinder was wide, and it feels as if Ludwig is being penetrated anew.
Mio Tedesco [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-21 02:47 am (UTC)(link)--------
Kiku Honda pauses outside of the door in Feliciano's house that he had heard Ludwig shout from within. All those sounds have suddenly stopped. Then he hears rattling of metal and then the thump of something (or someone) hitting the ground. More silence, and then he hears Feliciano humming inside and bootsteps approaching.
He backs away from the door just in time to avoid having Feliciano run into him. Feliciano blinks and looks at Kiku somewhat confused as he shuts the door behind him; Kiku hears it automatically lock.
"Kiku? What brings you here?"
Kiku blinks. Once, twice, thrice. Slowly, he begins to back away, never taking his eyes off of Feliciano's innocent, confused face.
"Nothing," Kiku says firmly, "I will see you later."
He turns tail and runs then, as fast as he can. Kiku knows that kind of face and those sounds. He know it like the back of his hand and the scar on his once-brother's back. And he knows he needs to find someone--Prussia, Russia, America, anyone--fast or there won't be much of Ludwig left to save.
Re: Mio Tedesco [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-21 06:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: Mio Tedesco [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-21 07:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: Mio Tedesco [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-22 05:12 am (UTC)(link)