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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
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hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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Blooded Bonds (11b/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 05:00 am (UTC)(link)The tan-skinned man sighed, running a hand through his dark curls. “Are you that eager to die, Little B-“
“And stop calling me that!” Romano snapped, slapping vainly at the arms that still held his waist like a vise. Some part of his mind told him that it was suicide to goad his captor so, but it was a faint voice and easily ignored. Most of Romano had gone a bit mad after seeing his house burned to the ground, his servants and villagers slain without any reason, his favorite maid stripped and raped before his eyes. “My name is Lord Romano Vargas.” He drew himself to his full height, an air of bitter nobility cloaking his shoulders like a cape despite his nakedness and humiliating position. “Third son of Prince Romulus Vargas of Ryehland.” His voice broke into a whisper, fierce even trembling under the threat of tears. “If I die, I die with my name. It is all I have.”
The man cocked his head, looking at him curiously through shining dark eyes. With a shiver, Romano’s mind crowded with the stories and stories he had heard his servants whispering of, about the monstrous Blood Knights and the things they did to their victims.
His captor … he had seemed rather harmless before, but now there was a hardness about his mouth and a curiosity in his gaze, like he was fitting Romano’s neck for a noose.
“You want to die?” The man finally asked.
Romano was shivering. The small spark of something in the man’s eyes had scared him out of his pride and now he shook his head furiously, backing away as far as the wall behind him would allow.
“Oh,” The man sighed, breaking out into an unexpected smile. “That’s good. I paid a lot of gold for you, you know,” He chided Romano playfully, sliding into a comfortable position on the floor. His outstretched leg lay between Romano and the door.
Hatred, fear and shame crowding his weak body, Romano drew his knees up to his chest and tried to become as small as possible. “W-what do you want from me?”
“Ah,” The man looked up at the ceiling. “I suppose I would like you to call me Antonio, for one. None of that ‘black angel’ business you were screaming earlier,” He smiled encouragingly, dimpling, even, at Romano until the boy repeated his name dutifully. “And what shall I call you, if not little bird?”
“My name-“
“No.” Antonio answered immediately. “No. I do not address nobility any longer. You shall shed your name.”
Romano immediately opened his mouth to protest. He had been like that, even before the massacre, argumentative, stubborn, talentless. No wonder his grandfather had favored Feliciano, had sent him away to an expensive magic school to save him from the dangers of war. Swallowing a bitter laugh, Romano looked forward to the man who held his very life in those wide, scarred palms and whispered, “You may name me whatever you wish.”
Antonio laughed, a bright sound. “Strange boy, you seem altogether different! Where is the spitting little hellcat I lifted from the boiling pitch?”
“I am not a cat!” Romano replied indignantly. At the same time, his stomach rumbled in its own protest.
“Hm, I should feed you, kitten.” Antonio stood, leaving Romano red-faced and wondering why his captor so insisted on these pet names. Humiliation, he finally decided, his eyes flicking to the door again and again as Antonio gathered a handful of grapes and a hard loaf from a nearby table.
When he sat down again, across from Romano, the boy did a short battle with himself over whether to trust the food was unpoisoned. Hunger, however, won over caution, and Romano reached for the grapes eagerly.
“Ah, ah.” Antonio playfully stayed his hand, easily sweeping it aside. Then, he patted his legs. “Sit with me and I shall feed them to you.”
Blooded Bonds (11c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 05:01 am (UTC)(link)This time, however, what he expected did not come. Romano felt a wet coolness against his lips and hesitantly opened his eyes to find Antonio offering him a grape. Unable to help himself, Romano allowed the fruit to slip into his mouth, emitting a breathy sigh as he chewed and swallowed. The next time Antonio offered him a grape, Romano opened eagerly.
Humming contentedly, Antonio began stroking Romano’s hair, ignoring the boy’s half-hearted attempts to swat him away. “I know what I shall call you,” He murmured, “I shall call you Lovino, after a sweet cat I used to own.”
“I am not a cat.” Romano grumbled, but he submitted to the name, all the same. He was learning, testing out his boundaries carefully. Anything he could do to appease his captor until he found a chance for escape. Romano looked up from under his eyelashes. “Is that what you want from me, to keep me as a pet?”
Antonio actually considered his question, idly playing the soft hair at Romano’s nape and making the boy squirm. “I hadn’t really thought of it, but perhaps. You look a bit useless for anything else.”
Swallowing his scathing reply, Romano silently accepted another grape and thought while he chewed. If he didn’t do anything stupid, Antonio probably wouldn’t kill him now. He needed to remain placid, yet interesting enough so that his captor did not grow bored of his antics. Even going as far as to share his bed if need be.
Romano swallowed at the thought, feeling a shiver pass through him as his lips brushed against the roughness of Anonio’s fingers. Suddenly, what they were doing seemed too, too sexual and this frightened him to no end.
“Antonio-“ A brusque voice cut into their intimacy. A blonde man had opened the door, his eyes wide at their position. Frantically, Romano tried to separate from Antonio, but an arm like a band of iron around his waist kept him back.
“Francis,” Antonio’s voice was warm. “Look who has awoken!”
“I see …” Romano did not like the predatory look in the man’s blue eyes as he kneeled near Romano. “A bit skinny, Mon Cher, have you been feeding your new toy properly?” Francis plucked a grape off of the stem and offered it to Romano like Antonio had been doing just a moment earlier. However, to this Romano turned his head, pressing his lips closed and refusing to eat.
“He only feeds from my hand, Francis,” Antonio was still smiling, but there was a subtle warning in his voice, and a rather unsubtle warning in the way he slapped Francis’ hand away. Standing, Antonio deposited Romano on the bed and asked, “Have we a new mission?”
“The worst kind.” Francis made a face, popping the grape into his own mouth as he stood. “An order with no gold offered. I haven’t any details, but we are to head for a certain Prince Braginski’s castle. No more details.” Francis sighed deeply. “Northeast, too, a long journey into the bitter cold. I hope your toy will be ready.”
“We’ll be ready.” Antonio glanced at Romano but did not ask his input. “How does Gil feel about this development?”
“Oh, you know, the dear girl is practically foaming at the mouth to go.” Francis replied in a bored voice. “We’ll go gather supplies from the village, when we return, kindly be packed and dressed.” His leer returned as he looked over Romano’s slim body, naked save a too-large shirt. “Both of you.”
Re: Blooded Bonds (11c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)AN UPDATE! FINALLY!
I have checked this story everyday for like a month now. I'm obsessed. Its awful. But WOW! What an amzing story all over. Thanks for updating and have an internet. You desrve a much better review than this.
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-06 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)I've been looking forward to some Lovino and Antonio interaction I admit and was not disappointed. I love the personal interplay between all these characters, their relationships are fascinating.
And oh my, I can't wait to see Gil's reaction when she gets to Ivan's castle, fufufu~
Re: Blooded Bonds (11c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Blooded Bonds (11c/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 01:18 am (UTC)(link)AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AUTHOR ANON AN UPDATE!!! JUST WHEN I SHOULD BE DOING SOMETHING ELSE BUT HEY I PRIORITIZE THIS LOVELY STORY!!
Anyway *Ehem* I shouldn't abuse my capslock so much according to the internet etiquette .
I love this! Spamano ! and looking forward to GerIta! Keep it Up I love this! I'm looking forward for more!