Chapter Lovers on High

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0}

Feeling much better now, Feliciano nodded and gave his word that he would let Ludwig do the cleaning, then made his way from the kitchen to leave him be for however long until he was finished. There was nothing else to do but just wait, so he decided to wait up in the bedroom where they would be spending almost all day in anyway.

Once he made it back to the room, he closed the door gently behind him and launched himself onto the bed. The boy smiled happily to himself; he was feeling so great right now! A full tummy, a comfy bed. All he needed was the blonde to snuggle with, which he would get soon enough, hopefully, and then everything would be perfect! He really couldn't ask for anything more. It was just those simple pleasures that he was really looking forward to.

After a few moments of just resting, and maybe even a little dozing off, Feliciano sat up on the bed with a start. He was feeling bored, and the urge to go back downstairs was rising steadily inside him. "No! I made a promise to Ludwig! I'll wait right here in this room for him!" He was no promise breaker. He had to stay upstairs. Just for a little while longer.

The boy started to let his eyes wander around the room; looking at the things Ludwig had. As always, everything was neat and tidy. If only his own room could look like this! He crawled out of bed and headed towards the closet, looking at all the types of clothes he had inside. Mostly uniforms, military uniforms, very few casual shirts. He only had one pair of shorts, too.

After seeing everything that there was to be seen in the closet, he turned his attention to the dresser next to it now. Opening the first one, he found socks. All rolled up according to size, of course. Neatly stacked and placed on top of each other in rows. The boy couldn't help but giggle at this. Not that he was making fun of his lover for being such a neat person, the trait just didn't seem to fit him at first glance.

He would have never known that Ludwig was such a person who liked things that were neat and tidy. Especially after he had confessed his love for someone who was the exact opposite. Feliciano then moved through the other few drawers, leaving him with the last one. So far, all of them had had some type of clothing in them. He enjoyed looking at the clothes, but wasn't there something more... fun?

He opened the last one, finding himself disappointed when it was only more clothes. "Oh, well..." He huffed out and started to close it again, but paused when he noticed something in the corner. It looked like a page of a magazine; hidden underneath all the clothes. "What's this?" He asked, sounding very curious as he started to dig for it. "Why would Ludwig keep a magazine here, of all places?"

He finally pulled it free from the bottom of the wooden drawer and held it up. "Oh! A nudie mag! That's why!" He had heard rumors that Ludwig had magazines such as this, and now it seemed it was true. This should provide him with something to do! The Italian took the magazine and made himself comfortable laying on his tummy on the bed and flipped the book open to start reading it.

After looking over a few pages, he found himself confused. "These girls... How can they bend that way!?" He was amazed. Some poses looked painful, and others just looked really impossible. Feliciano started to think. Was it really possible to bend that way, or was it just edited? He studied one of the poses and decided to try for himself.

He rolled over onto his back and placed his hands above his head on either side and attempted to bring himself up off the bed, in a sort of reverse push up. It proved more difficult than he thought, but he was able to get himself off the bed by just a few inches just as Ludwig had come back in. "Ludwig! Done already?" He turned his head and smiled to him, but then could no longer keep his focus and came crashing back down onto the bed next to the magazine.

"Oh, I found it over there, in that drawer." He pointed innocently to the bottom drawer that was still open; all the while grinning like it was no big deal to find dirty magazines in someone else's house. "These girls are really amazing! I've never seen anyone bend the way they can!"

[...That I didn't expect... o//o But how cute/teasing it would be for poor Ludwig to walk into that... All these opportunities must be torturing him. ;~: Also, I don't know what back bending is, so I just went with the first thing I thought of, even though it might be completely wrong. I thought it would be more fun than looking it up. n.n]

[Italy]

{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1}

A hard, nervous lump was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't find the strength to swallow it. He watched as Feliciano fell down onto the bed by his magazine.

He was so ashamed.

Walking over to the bed, he snatched the paper-back porno with a violent gesture. He didn't want to seem angry, because he wasn't. He was beyond upset and embarrassed. It just expressed itself through hateful body language. "....don't touch these again, o-okay?" his voice broke. He was studdering, and his legs felt as though they were going to give in.

He walked back to the drawer, where he placed the magazine back under his folded clothes. Then, turning back to his Italian, he immediately saw the guilt in his face. Oh boy, that made him feel even more upset. He couldn't be mad at him; it wasn't fair. Sure, it was his private property, but he was just naturally curious. So, no harm done.... right?

"...Please don't be sad. I understand you were just looking. Just please don't get in that drawer again..." Ludwig asked, almost begging. There were more things in that hidden drawer that he'd rather not have the boy discover. The magazine was merely the tip of the iceberg.

He was becoming vulnerable, opening up to Feliciano and showing a more weaker side of himself. All he needed was a hot shower and time to think to himself; to clear up these troubling thoughts. But, he didn't want to leave the brunette alone. He had been waiting up here while the cleaning was done, waiting for him.

He sat on the foot of the bed, his face in his hands. Not only was the situation a shock, but the image of his innocent Feli back-bending on his bed was burned in his head. His body curving to imitate that of the girl on the page. A purely torturous image. It had made his stomach knot up, and his pants, once again, feel tight around his hips.

He wasn't going to tell Italy. It would just add salt to the wounds, and make things worse. But, that sight was just so.... so.... He rubbed his legs together nervously.

"S-so... w-what would you like to do now, Feliciano....?" Ludwig asked, turning his gaze over his shoulder and to the cowlicked man behind him. Oh, he wish he wouldn't have. Tears filled his guilt-ridden eyes, and it tore the German's heart in two. "H-hey! Don't cry!" With a twist of his tightened muscles, Ludwig was now facing the Italian, and had him in his arms once again. His tears warmed his shoulder as he rocked him gently in his embrace.

"There's no reason for you to be crying. Wipe those tears from your eyes, and give me a smile, okay?" Ludwig asked, reassuring him that everything was alright, and no harm had been done.

((Kukuku~ Sorry, I'm so perverted ;D
But, you made Italy do exactly what I thought he would do<3 ^^ That was amazing for not knowing what a back-bend was. Impressive. And, I'm sorry I'm making Feliciano do all these things without you putting them.... I feel bad now TT^TT))

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0}

Feliciano was still grinning, right up to the point when Ludwig walked over and snatched up the magazine from beside him. Because it had been close to his own body, he flinched at the violent movement and immediately backed away from that spot of the bed. Now the happy smile on his face had been replaced with a frown and a confused look; a look that he was slightly scared. He knew he had done something bad, and was going to be in trouble for it now.

He moved himself to the corner of the bed furthest away from Ludwig, pulling his legs up to his body in front of him and keeping to himself. He felt bad now. Really bad. He didn't mean to go snooping through his stuff and find that, he really didn't. He had just gotten bored and wanted to see what his room was like. He didn't mean to make Ludwig mad at him. But now he was, and the boy felt terrible. He was ashamed of himself. Feliciano started to whimper softly, even as the German was trying to tell him not to be upset about it.

How could he not be? He had just been really rude and a bad house guest by going through things that didn't belong to him. He should've been more considerate of Ludwig's personal and private things. It didn't give him a free pass to just do whatever he wanted, thinking there would be no consequences. He realized that now. Now that it was too late. Tears were already falling down his cheeks. His heart hurt inside his chest.

It seemed like he was always putting Ludwig through a lot of trouble when he was around, and sometimes he wondered if it would just be better if he left. He hated the thought of never getting to see his loved on again. He faintly remembered that happening to him once before, when he was still very young. He didn't want to see that happen all over again with Ludwig. He didn't know if he could bare it.

Feliciano's emotions started to run out of control. Bringing up such distant and sad memories made his feeling of regret even worse. He was too busy lost in his own thoughts and crying to even hear that the blonde was talking to him anymore. He just thought he was going to ignore him, like a sort of punishment. And it was the worst punishment he could think of. But when he felt himself being pulled into an embrace, the tears halted and his whimpering had become silent.

"B-But..." He said, sniffling loudly as he fought back more tears. It was hard for the Italian to stop crying once he started. He had always just been that way. "...It was so... wrong of me to... go through your things like that, Ludwig..." He knew that there was no way he could argue against that. He had done wrong, and they both knew it. "I didn't meant to... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry... I didn't know, I was just..."

His voice died off before he could finish the rest. He felt so horrible because of what he did, and how he made Ludwig feel. He didn't know he would be embarrassed about something like that being found. And he knew he was upset. Upset at him for finding it. "I'm sorry, Ludwig... I'm sorry..."

[Italy]

{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1}

"No... stop crying," Ludwig commanded with a gentle voice. The last thing he wanted to do was yell at the Italian, and make it worse. He wiped the tears away from the crying Feliciano's face, and he tilted his chin up so that he was looking him right in the eye.

"Feliciano... listen to me, alright?" He took a slow, deep breath. "I'm not mad at you for going through my things, okay? I promise I'm not. You are just naturally curious and nosy. I just don't want you to--" he stopped. He really wanted to avoid this moment, and spare himself the trouble of having to explain his little secret.

But, he continued talking, aware that he had already started to say it, so he might as well finish it. "...to think that I'm sick for having those things. You knew what it was right?" Of course he should know what it is! Everyone knows a porno magazine when they see one, and how dirty the person is for having them. "Before last night, I used to be in this house all by myself, lonely. All alone in this house, no lover, no girlfriend, no one. You know how most people look at me right?"

Who wouldn't look at Ludwig? He was a massive, body-builder! With someone roaming the streets like that, you don't get too many women looking in your direction the way you want them to. Women today are looking for sexy, laid-back men with long, flowing locks and, of course, body hair. Who doesn't love that? But, of course, soldiers have no time to manage long hair, or a beard. So, to shave it off and make you look clean is necessary.

...And a necessary turn-off.

"Well, anyway, I was lonely, okay? A-and so..." He turned his gaze down for the last part. "...t-those magazines were all that I had t-to... satisfy myself." There, it was out, and it was said. He felt a little better knowing that someone else knew his dilemma, and how important it was that those magazines were kept a secret.

"B-but, I'm not mad at you. I'm far from it. I just didn't want to be known to you as a pervert, or a shut in." He looked back up at Feliciano, and sighed. He prayed the younger country wouldn't be too upset, or too weirded out about what all he just went on about.

The blond tightened his embrace around the brunette, and pulled him swiftly into his lap. Hugging him tight, he laid his head in the soft nape of the other's neck. "What's mine is yours, okay? Since we're together now, I shouldn't be afraid to open up all that I own to you. I'm willing to share, as long as your willing to understand."

However, it wasn't until that moment that Ludwig realized he put himself in deep water again. His arousal hadn't yet gone away, and he pulled Feliciano right on top of it! With worry knotting up his stomach, he wondered if the Italian wouldn't even notice.

((Really? Oh, thank you! ^^ That makes me happy to hear<3
You are wonderful at playing Italy too! You do him so much justice, it's unreal~))

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0}

Even as Ludwig wiped away the tears from his eyes, they were quickly replaced with more. And although he was trying to tell him that there was no reason to cry, the tears would not stop. Feliciano felt horrible for what he had done, which started his crying. Then he felt horrible for Ludwig, which continued the crying. And now seeing his lover so upset at him for crying so much made him want to cry even more.

It was a vicious cycle that seemed without end; until maybe he ran out of tears and could no longer cry. But who knew when that would be. Slowly opening his eyes, he took in a shallow breath of air and was able to hold back his tears for a few moments, fulfilling the blonde's request for him to listen. He looked to his face, stopping all movements from his body except gentle breathing as he did so.

As Ludwig talked on, he now knew why he had been so upset about finding the magazine. Because he thought he would think he was sick and perverted for having something like that. That made sense. It was understandable. Feliciano shook his head. "I don't think of you any different, Ludwig. I don't care if you have things like that." He knew what it was like to be lonely, but not lonely in a sexual way.

The thought of sex or pleasure had never crossed his mind until last night, when he was awoken to it, in a sense. But Ludwig had to deal with it. He didn't blame him for doing things like that. He shouldn't have been ashamed, but knew why he was. The boy frowned as he mentioned how other people looked at him. He had never noticed it before. How did people look at him?

Sure, he looked scary on the outside, but he wasn't really scary at all. He didn't like to think of people judging him on just the way he looked. But, at the same time, he felt sort of glad about it, too. It sounded horrible, right? He was happy that all those people were missing out on knowing what a great guy Ludwig really was. Too bad for them, more German to himself.

He felt himself get pulled into his lap and felt something uncomfortable underneath him as he did, but thought nothing of it at the moment. Feliciano pulled him in closer as he had finished speaking. He knew it must have been hard to say what he felt out loud like him to this, but he was happy when he did. And hey, he had finally managed to stop crying, he just realized.

"You don't have to worry about that. I love you, and I'll always love you. I know you're not weird or anything for things like that. It's normal." He smiled softly, hoping that they could both put this past them soon. It was probably an awful memory for Ludwig, though he found it kind of funny himself. "And, besides, that's why I'm here now, too. You wont need those magazines anymore, now that you have me, right?"

The boy blushed as he was offering up his body. He was happy to, after all. It was only one of the very many responsibilities he was expected to take on when he decided to become Ludwig's lover. It made him so happy to think about that. Now the tables had turned. It was his turn to start cheering the blonde up, just as he had been doing for him only moments ago. He nuzzled into his neck; wiping the last few tears from his swollen eyes.

"I love you as you, Ludwig. Everything about you, no matter what it is. Just like you have been putting up with the way I act and loving me. I don't care about your faults, because that's all in the past now." Though he was a bit surprised to think that Ludwig hadn't had a significant other before him. But again, he was glad about that as well.

"I can take care of everything that no one else can for you." Feliciano looked into Ludwig's eyes, smiling softly and looking quite flustered himself now. "As long as you're not punishing yourself anymore, there's no reason to hold back, is there?" He asked, though he was quite certain of the answer already.

[Thank you... n///n It's not so hard for me to play him, because we act alike, I think. Lovable, stupid, cute idiots.]

[Italy]

{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1}

He listened, and the whole time he began to understand more and more. It seemed as though his faults didn't matter to Feliciano, and he just loved him for him. It made his heart swell with emotion, that thought.

Listening to his little Italian boy cheer him up was all he needed, and it made him relax. It didn't matter he had all those magazines, Feliciano understood completely. But, his last question seemed quite embarrassing. His punishments and what not were the reason for his pain last night. And now, his arousal stung and tightened his insides. Did he really deserve it this time?

"...n-no, there aren't going to be anymore punishments," Ludwig responded, hoping that would satisfy as a ligit answer for his brunette. With a gentle movement, the German's hands were around his Italian's waist as he pulled him in for a kiss. It was a deep kiss, passionate kiss, and he enjoyed the taste of the younger country.

However, feeling Feliciano squirming and moving around on him only made him more and more excited. So, he spread his legs, and made it so that Italy was sitting on the bed, rather then in the German's lap. But, he was still close, and it was comforting.

He wanted to claim Feliciano as his own, right here, right now. But, it didn't seem like the other was ready.

But, he would wait. It didn't matter how long it would take, just as long as he can be with Italy. They don't even have to make love! Just as long as he can be with Feliciano.

....Funny how it takes someone so long to realize they are in love with another, while all along they are there right by your side. It seemed rather odd to Ludwig, but he didn't question it. Feliciano has been by him ever since they formed their alliance. And, even a time before that, they were together. It's a shame he didn't appriciate the brunette being around until just now... all that prescious time he could have enjoyed was wasted.

But, it wasn't his place to dwell on the past like that. He was with Feliciano now, and he was to make the best of it. No more being hateful and mean to him, he decided to open up more and be kinder to his lover. A sweeter Ludwig will make a happier Feliciano. Granted, his sour disposition would come back from time to time, but that's only because that's who he is! He hoped his Italian boy wouldn't mind much.

The blond broke the kiss for a moment, before going back and kissing him again even deeper. Then, with eager hands, he slowly trailed his fingers down his lower back and to his hips, until they reached his slender legs. He was excited again, and wanted to touch his Italy once again.

He broke his kiss, "...may I?" he asked, motioning his hand to the younger other's exposed torso. He just desperately wants to see Feliciano moan with pleasure again, to see him happy and feeling good again. "I'll be gentle, I promise,"

((Aww! You are lovable and cute, but in no way are you an idiot, or stupid! >3<
Your personality is just darling, and I'm jealous a boy like you can be so sweet! Guys around where I live are either crack-heads, gang members, or a "Baby's Daddy". It's ridiculous TT^TT))

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0}

Feliciano could let out a sigh of relief. It brought him peace of mind to know that Ludwig wasn't going to punish himself like he had done the previous night. Though he was doing it to himself, it was also torturous for him, as well. He didn't like to see his lover in pain, especially if it was self inflicted pain. He knew that he had been upset at himself for the thoughts he had, but wasn't doing something like that going a little too far?

He had really worried about it. But he was just glad that things like that were over now. The boy couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for him to have to deal with it on his own. And he felt guilty for taking all the pleasure. But he would make sure that next time, it would be pleasurable for the both of them in some way. He was not going to let it be a repeat of last night. At least, not in the bad way.

He squeezed the German closer after he was pulled in for a kiss. He had expecting it to only be a short, innocent one, but soon found out that he was mistaken. He wanted more than just a quick kiss. Feliciano let a soft moan escape his lips as he felt his tongue gently nudging against his lips, wanting to get inside his mouth. He didn't waste a second to let it through, with his own tongue eagerly awaiting to reach the others on the other side.

Kissing Ludwig just felt so natural. He never would have thought he'd end up with him. Even when he started to realize that his feelings went beyond being allies, or even friends, he never thought he would be here in his bedroom right now, kissing him until he was blue in the face. But he was so happy beyond words about it. He couldn't help but start to feel a little excited as the kiss continued on.

Feliciano wasn't even sure how long the first kiss had lasted. Unlike before, he could go on longer without breathing for a time, but even as Ludwig pulled away, he was still pretty out of breath. "Ludwig..." It was the only thing he could say in the allotted amount of time between before he was kissed again. That one word held behind it so much passion and warmth; of wanting for his German.

Now he could feel Ludwig's hands over his body again, which sent a shiver up his spine. To feel his hands against him always got such interesting reactions from his body, he noticed. He felt the hands on his legs and was afraid for a moment that he would notice what was happening between his legs. Not that it was much of a secret, because he was only wearing the shirt that, in this position, barely covered him anymore.

Leaning back a little, the Italian looked down at his body, then back up to Ludwig when he asked for permission to go further, saying that he would be gentle. Of course he was going to say yes. He couldn't deny him. And, well, the truth was that looking at that magazine earlier had gotten him a little in the mood. Not much, but enough. It was only made worse by being like this with him, but he wasn't pointing fingers and blaming. "Of course you can, Ludwig." He said softly, smiling, and awaiting his touch once again.

[Thank you... I'm happy to hear you think that way of me! Ah, but, I'm not happy to hear that about the other guys that live around you... But it's like that here, too, except seems worse with girls. They're all... Yeah, they're just not people I would hang out with. It's hard to make friends that have the same interests as me. I wish we could move...]

[Italy]

{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1}

Hearing his lover's soft voice give him the okay to keep going, Ludwig wasted no time in lifting the white shirt, and exposing the Italian's erection. His cheeks flushed, he was excited too? Well, he was a boy. And, any boy would be excited to see women in strange positions, posing for a picture that would later be in a magazine. I mean, who wouldn't? Unless, of course, you were beyond women and went straight for the same sex as your own. Ludwig couldn't argue with that thought. He loved another male, it didn't seem wrong to him.

With one more quick nod, Ludwig slowly bent down so that he was eye-level with the excitement in between Feliciano's legs. God, he was so easily aroused, it was cute. Something so simple could excite the young brunette. And, he was so easily pleased. Now that, he would have to help fix. To train the body and have a higher resistance to simple pleasure would prolong the experience and make it better for him. But, for now, he would just have to enjoy the sweet sounds and moans that come from his lover from just his simple touches and pleasing methods.

Remembering what he liked the most, though, made him stop and think for a moment. He had another sensetive spot, right? Looking up, he met the Italian's eyes, before turning his gaze slightly to the right. The ahoge, of course! The curly cowlick was a spot that needed to be handled with extra care. The thought made him chuckle, and slowly sit up back to eye-level with the confused Feli.

"I have an idea," Ludwig whispered huskily before taking his index finger and thumb to stroke the curled hair. Twisting it, twirling it, and winding it around his finger with the slowest pace ensured no pain inflicted on the younger country. Then, with his free hand, he slowly wrapped his strong fingers around the pulsating member that seemed to be begging for much needed attention. He stroked it, and pulled gently to, hopefully, get a reaction he could savor.

Ludwig was aware that all of this at one time might send Feliciano falling over the edge within moments. But, he was ready to continue pleasing him until he was sure the Italian was satisfied. He might become tired again, yes, but that might give the blond a chance to test out different areas Feli liked. A tired boy plus a sensetive area he liked equals a defiant, more noticable reaction. From that, he could remember all those special places, and use them the next time they get excited again.

He had special places too, but that would be way too selfish to just shove his junk in the younger country's face, and ask for him to do things he probably has never heard of! That was just beyond wrong.

...Maybe that's why Ludwig hasn't let Italy please him yet. Was he too afraid to let the Italian see too much of his body? Or, maybe because Germany's never had a relationship anywhere beyond platonic, and this is the only way he knows how to satisfy the other? One thing was for sure, when it came to the German satisfying his significant other, he was doing a pretty damn good job.

((Oh, don't even get me started on the girls who live around here! It's sickening to watch little hoochies walk down the street in a shirt 3 times too small for them, and shorts that are probably their denim undies! That's really bad, and I really wish I could move too ))

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0}

Feliciano lowered his eyes, following the movements of Ludwig's hands as they reached down and lifted up the shirt to show what he was hiding underneath it. He blushed deeply; feeling so embarrassed at getting this excited over just a little big of kissing. But it didn't take much to turn him on, it seemed.

It would be a problem if his body continued to be this sensitive. Especially if he was going to be around Ludwig and thinking about him a lot more than he used to before. He had an urge to close his legs as the blonde leaned down close to his growing erection. Even just feeling his breath against it made his skin crawl and burn with passion.

He clutched the bottom of his upturned shirt in his hands, keeping them to his chest to make sure there was enough room and no distractions below. He opened his legs a bit wider, expecting any moment now to feel that wet, rough tongue make contact with his skin. He was eagerly looking forward to it, and was already imaging what it would feel like for a second time.

The boy closed his eyes, turning his head away, and waited. But after a few seconds and nothing had happened, he turned back and opened his eyes again to see why. "Idea...?" He asked, sounding both confused, curious, and a little disappointed. He was waiting for the pleasure, but it seemed Ludwig was going to try something new instead.

Watching the hand out of the corner of his eye, he saw it heading right for his head, but off to the side. Feliciano gasped, now knowing what he was going for. That place was even more forbidden than an any other on his body, and twice as sensitive too. As soon as any amount of pressure was placed on his curl, his ahoge, it really got him fired up.

He let out a loud cry, mostly sounding of shock as he always felt when someone first touched that curl of hair. And then, liquid fire ran through his veins. All of these reactions were instantaneous, and there was nothing he could do to stop or even control them. His body started to shake like an earthquake was going on inside him; it even made the bed rock back and forth a bit too.

His face darkened to a deep tomato red with the most flustered face he had ever had yet. His whole body went numb and paralyzed. When someone took hold of his curl, he lost all control of his mind and body. It was pretty dangerous, actually. If someone with evil intentions did this to him. But with Ludwig, it was pleasurable. It nearly drove the poor boy over the edge, but it still felt good.

"L-L-Ludwig...!" There was so much desperation in his voice already, though he had only just started. "M-m-my... You can't... T-that's...!" Feliciano couldn't even talk anymore. It was too hard to try to at the moment. He was starting to lean forward, inch by inch, threatening to topple over onto his face at any second.

It was just the way that the German was playing around with it; not just pulling it or stroking it, but twisting it around his finger like a piece of string was quite literally like having the boy himself being wound around his finger to do his bidding. And to make it even better, he felt his other free hand go between his legs, and started to pump at his swollen erection.

Feeling this, he let out another cry. It felt like he could literally drown in all this pleasure he was receiving at once. It might have even overwhelmed him a little. But he didn't want it to stop just as it started. He could feel pre-cum already leaking from his tip, and a full climax was fast approaching.

With a look of nothing but pure bliss on his face, eyes glazed over with pleasure, he reached his hands out and placed them against Ludwig's chest to give his body at least some stability. He was moaning and panting, unable to withstand it for much longer. "I-I-I can't... Ludwig... I-I'm going to... So g-good..." Feliciano closed his eyes as his climax finally reached its peak.

It felt like such a weight was lifted from his body as the liquid spilt out of him in wave after wave, seeming without end. But when it finally did, he collapsed onto the blonde like he had done the night before, desperately clinging onto consciousness. He felt tired all over again, beaten, but the feelings of pleasure remained and he loved it.

[Yeah, that's how they're like here, too... I feel like an old person when I say that I can't get into what most kids this generation are into... x3;]

[Italy]

{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1}

Suddenly hearing the boy's cries and feeling the bed shake in time with his seizing, Ludwig wondered if he was not pleasing Feliciano, but hurting him instead.

He didn't want to hurt him! He thought he was doing something that felt good! Oh, how stupid could he be? But, before he was about ready to pull away and apologize for his stupidity, he began hearing the younger country moan and plead about how good it felt, and he began to think completely different. So he did like it, it just presented itself as a danger at first. Oh, what a relief.

Slowly, he began pumping both the ahoge and his throbbing manhood until it seemed like the Italian couldn't take anymore. His sounds, those sweet, sweet moans of ecstasy were torturous on his own body. He wanted so badly to be a part of it, to feel pleasure as well.

...There he goes again with those damn selfish thoughts! But, he couldn't help it. Just the thought of those soft, tight walls around his needing erection was enough to--

His thoughts were cut short when he heard a familiar yelp, groan, and then a soft, warm substance hit his shirt with a gentle force. Italy had came quickly, and the evidence was being spilled onto his shirt. But, Ludwig's mind was so fumbled and twisted at the moment, all he could do was watch it cover his chest. The moment he was done, the blond felt his tiny brunette land on his chest in a fit of exhaustion. He was already as tired as the night before. Well, he was touching the "Place of all Places", so it made sense that he came so soon, and was tired so quickly.

Bending over, he slowly took the tip of the Italian's member into his mouth to clean the remaining fluid that hadn't splurted out onto him. Again, his enjoyable taste was becoming a familiar thing, and he was already used to it. Then, holding the base of the pulsating piece of flesh, he slowly swallowed the entire shaft until almost none of it was seen. He gagged silently, not used to something being so far back in his throat. He quickly became used to it, though, and continued with a deep, tender blow-job.

Sucking and nipping at the tight skin, he felt a familiar grip on the back of his head. Good, at least Feli was aware of what he was doing still<3
He began bobbing his head, humming and continuing to suck as he did. Maneuvering his mouth around the sex seemed easy, smooth. It made him think how wonderful it would feel if the Italian would give him the same treatment.

Ohhh, not a wise thought. The false hope had only made himself all the more eager and needing. Well, his hands weren't doing anything at the moment, so he decided to put them to good use. With quick movements, he was able to slip one hand past the tight elastic that held his sweats so firmly on his hips. With the other hand, he held himself steady on Feliciano, so that he was able to keep his pace while pleasing him as well.

He quickly grabbed the head of his member, and proceeded to pull it, which made him gasp on the other's hardening flesh. Which, to Feliciano, should only feel like more humming. He didn't want to make the masturbation too obvious. But, if the younger country wee to see him, then he would be quick to stop. The last thing he wanted to do was worry his Feliciano. He didn't deserve to think too hard about Ludwig, when he himself was receiving all of this pleasure.

((I hear that -___-
Ridiculous, I swear...))

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0}

It seemed like he had passed out for a few moments, for when Feliciano came to again, the last few moments right before his climax were just a blur to him. He might have even passed out before he had finished, and just ended up collapsing from having a lack of control over his body anymore.

Slowly opening his eyes, he pushed himself back up. He was still panting softly, and his heart was still racing, but he was starting to calm down a bit now thankfully. Little by little, his gaze wandered down, until he stopped to see the large puddle of his liquid right in the middle of Ludwig's chest. Luckily he was wearing a shirt, but it was probably ruined now, and he would most likely need a shower after this.

The boy was even a little amazed, he had to admit, that it had gotten all the way up there. This last climax did feel like a lot more than his previous ones the other day. He blushed embarrassed, hoping Ludwig wouldn't be mad about it. If he could have moved his hands to help block it, he would have, but his arms were completely glued to his chest in the same position throughout the whole ordeal.

"...I'm sorry, Ludwig..." He gave a sorry smile to apologize for getting him dirty. Feliciano arched his back back and let out another soft moan as the German took his still hard length and slid it into his mouth. If that alone wasn't enough to get a satisfiable reaction out of him, then feeling almost every inch of him being taken in was. He gasped out loud, more surprised about that he had done something like that than the feeling; but the feeling was also extraordinary, as well.

He stretched his back, feeling himself twitch with even more sensitivity than he remembered having the night before. He didn't understand why it seemed so different now. His body had always been sensitive, but now it was even worse. He could only think it was because of what had been done to his ahoge. It must have had some weird, lasting effect on the rest of his body.

And as Ludwig continued on with taking such tender care while handling him, the boy was seriously on the verge of another climax once again. Just minutes after his first, he was feeling the need to do so again. He placed his hands on the back of the blonde's head, clutching his hair as he tried to restrain himself. "Ahh! Ahh!" This was ridiculous.

The amount of pleasure he was feeling was just out of control; it didn't seem possible. But he loved it. He loved it so much. This was bad. If they continued on like this for much longer, the whole bed would end up a mess. It would be too much to clean up, but, he just couldn't help himself. "Ahh! Nnh! Ludwig...!"

Feliciano cried out his lover's name as he came once again, an almost exact repeat of the first one. He held his eyes closed as another blush spread across his cheeks. "...T-twice... I can't believe... twice now..." He felt embarrassed, but secretly loved it.

[Italy]

{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1}

With a warm substance filling his mouth, Ludwig became instantly surprised. He came already? He thought that it might take a longer time to get the tired body above him to succome to another release. But, who was complaining? He enjoyed lsitening to the younger country moan and scream his name. It, actually, helped him as well.

Feeling a familiar tightness in his stomach, he managed to keep himself silent as he came as well. However, his head was going into a spinning tizzy. The feeling made his insides whirl and knot up. Oh, it has been quite a while since he felt this way, and he savored every lasting moment of it. The warmth coated his hand, and he pulled away from the panting Italian. White fluid dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he was quite surprised to have taken in as much as he did! Thinking it would have all gone onto the sheets, he was sort of proud to see that most of it hadn't escaped.

He looked up at Feliciano, quickly reacting to hold him up in his place. The poor thing looked like he was going to pass out yet again. He hoped that all of this attention to his body wouldn't hurt him too much in the long run. It only felt good to him, so it couldn't be bad, right?

"I'm sorry, Feliciano. I got carried away again. Please tell me when I go too far. I don't want you tired all the time, because then I won't be able to spend time with you, okay?" He gently touched his cheek, but then felt his own flush with shock and embarrasssment. His only free hand was the one with semen on it... and he just touched Italy with it! How stupid!!

He was quick to pull away, and then wipe the remaining evidence from his cheek with bedsheet slack. Then, while doing that, he wiped it from his own hand secretivly. "H-heh... I'm sorry. That was rude of me, wasn't it?"

Sliding back up his now loose sweats, he slid off of the bed and pulled Italy up with him. "I'll have to clean the sheets, alright? Until then, you can nap on the couch while I take a shower. I won't take long." With that, he slowly took the wavering country down to his livingroom, where he was able to wrap him up with a blanket laying over the side of the arm rest. Then, with a pillow slipped under Feli's head, Ludwig slowly kissed the tip of his nose before climbing back up the flight of stairs to his second floor.

He found his way to the bathroom, and leaned against the tub to start the shower and warm it up. My, he was beginning to feel tired as well! This was a surprise... he never used to get tired. Why now, of all times, was he wanting a nap? He shrugged off the thought, knowing that a hot shower would wake him right up. He felt sticky and sweaty, and in dire need of bathing. He was one to keep himself, and his home, neat and tidy. It's just these past two days seemed as an exception to let himself go a bit.

He began to undress, and felt relieved to feel the clingy fabric removed from his aching body. The pain from his injuries was completely gone, and he was thankful that there was one less thing to worry about. Completely stripped down, he stepped in the shower, the steaming water pelting his body with refreshing pleasure. A sigh escaped his lips, this did feel awfully nice.

As he was washing his hair, a familiar rumble and groan echoed in the bathroom. A hand clutched his crying stomach, he was starving! He didn't realize it until now, but he hadn't eaten much. All he's had recently was the previous morning's breakfast, and slivers of this morning's here and there. His older brother's stupidity kept him from eating lunch, and his wonderful little Italian's presence in his house later left him tired and in need of a good night's sleep. Then, last night's nightmare kept breakfast from being eaten, so there's three obvious reasons he was aching for a meal.

He thought about it, maybe after his shower, he would clean up his bedroom and wait for Feliciano to wake from a much needed nap, and then take him out to a late lunch/early dinner. Sounds fair, right? He was sure the younger country was hungry as well, using up all of that energy. They both needed a replenishing night out, and dinner would be nice.

Maybe, perhaps... a date? The thought made the German chuckle some. They had quite the backwards relationship; 2 nights of taking Feli's innocenec before taking him out in their first date. But, it didn't matter to him. Just as long as they were together, he didn't care what order anything went in.

He was becoming quite the love-sick puppy<3

((I'm sososososo sorry I didn't reply yesterday! I was out with my mom getting my wig and boots for cosplay I just ordered the other day. Oh, I feel terrible for not talking to you at all yesterday! QAQ

Are you mad?))

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0}

Eyes closed, trying to catch his breath, Feliciano loved how exhausted he got after each climax he had. Though it seemed he still couldn't do more than twice at one time. He really wished he could keep going, knowing that he wasn't able to keep up with Ludwig at all. But he couldn't push himself too much; that would be dangerous. And he was sure that he would be denied if he even tried in the first place.

Trying to open his eyes as he felt something warm on his cheek, he felt that it was the German's hand, but something else instead. He could see just a little bit of it out of the corner of his eye, seeing what it was, but he thought nothing suspicious about it. He just thought it was his own, already forgetting that Ludwig had swallowed most of the second one, and the first was still clinging to the front of his shirt.

Feliciano smiled as he seemed to have realized he made a mess of his lover and went to clean him off. He shook his head. "No... I don't mind... Not after what I already did..." He motioned to his shirt, which he still felt bad for. It was just a problem that he came so easily, and often, that he couldn't control himself. He hoped that Ludwig didn't find it annoying.

Just when they started really going at it, and things were just beginning, he was already finished. If only he had more stamina, then maybe it wouldn't be such a problem anymore. The little Italian nodded softly, knowing that now after being selfish and hogging all the pleasure to himself again, he was going to make his lover clean up after his mess, too.

He would be willing to do it, but he was so tired. And it wasn't a good idea to leave a mess like that unattended to for long. And plus, it was in the bed. How were they supposed to take their siesta if the bed was messy and dirty? "Okay..." He closed his eyes as he felt himself being carried back downstairs. He was placed on the couch, which made him smile, and then wrapped in a blanket with a pillow for his head.

Ludwig was such a good lover. Taking such good care of him. Did he really deserve all this special treatment all the time? Feliciano smiled at the kiss and waited until he could hear his footsteps no more. He would have wanted to help, if he could. But maybe it would just be better that he stay here and rest a little. Rest to regain his strength, then maybe later on tonight they could do it all over again.

He was still very much determined to get Ludwig to sleep with him. But he probably had to prove that he could take it, first. He was probably worried about it being his first time, and knowing how just one little mistake could make a wonderful thing turn into a horrible memory.

But Feliciano was certain about it already. He loved Ludwig. He loved him a lot. And he wanted to be able to show that; with his words, actions, and his body. Thinking the thought made him smile, and he was able to relax a little more now. His body had calmed down, and now he felt very drowsy.

He was going to be backed up on sleep, it seemed like, from the way things had been going so far. But he didn't mind. The loss of sleep and rest was fine with him, since all that extra time had been spent with Ludwig. The boy closed his eyes again and soon fell asleep.

[It's okay! I'm not mad! And I'm sorry for not replying in, what, two days? My internet at home went out, so I've been using my Wii to get on and around. For some reason, though, my Wii does not like message boards like this. I couldn't get on to reply! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I hope you don't think that I abandoned you! I really am sorry!]

[Italy]

{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1}

After his seemingly long, enjoyable cleanse, Ludwig stepped out of the steaming shower, wrapping a towel around his waist to keep himself decent. His hair dripped with water as he attempted to dry it in the humid room. Then, after that, he made his way to the sink, where his mousse and gel sat, waiting to be used. They were a quick work, slicking back his hair into the the usual, clean hairstyle he always had it.

Afterwards, he pulled his toothbrush from the cup behind his mirror, and proceeded with the whole freshening routine. Hey, if he showered, he might as well make every part of him decent. That took a few moments, and after he gargled, he was out to his room to look for something nice to wear to take Feliciano out in.

Nothing too flashy, he told himself. But, opening his closet, he was lucky to even find something other then green. Nothing but military uniforms lined his closet! Damn, looking at them now, he wondered why he had so many, and why only 2 or 3 wouldn't do for him? Shaking the thought off, he wandered to his dresser. There must be something decent he had in his wardrobe he could wear. After all, at the World Meetings, he wore that sharp, black suit.

Well, speak of the devil! Pulling one drawer out from the chest, he found the suit, folded nicely and ironed like he had left it. Pulling it out, he kept the suit jacket in the drawer. He would only wear the collared shirt, brown tie, and dark slacks. Not too bad, right? Quickly drying himself, he slipped into the clothes, and tightened the tie around his neck. Making some final touches in the mirror, he was done! Pretty sharp, if he did say so himself.

Walking back down the steps quietly, he found his Feliciano sleeping soundly still. He expected that, he pretty much assumed that he wouldn't be up for another few hours! Or, until his stomach started aching with hunger, whichever came first. Walking to the couch, he slowly picked up his limp Italian, sat down, and laid the smaller country on him. With his head in Ludwig's neck, and his legs on either side, the German relaxed instantly in the warmth of the other. Italy liked to cuddle, so maybe if he did it while he was sleeping, it would make him just as relaxed.

He rubbed the brunette's back. God, was it possible for a man as cold as himself to be able to love the polar opposite? Feliciano didn't seem to think of him as cold. True, he was harsh and brutal when it came to training and prepping for any attack. But, at the end of the day, Italy was still Germany's only ally.

Only Friend.

He felt his lips curl into a soft smile. No matter how clumsy, or ditsy the other might be, Ludwig still loved him. At this point, he didn't care about anyone seeing them together like this. It was a beautiful thing, and now the German was able to see it that way.

((Oh, don't worry about it! I was actually starting to worry if you were okay, and if something happened to you!

My Wii gets internet too, but I would HATE to be stuck with it as your only way onto the internet! Ugh, I can't imagine!!

Well, I'm happy you're back, and nothing bad happened to you! ^^ I might not be as active as I want to be, though. I'll still try to check and reply 2 or 3 times a day, as usual, but I'm trying to get my cosplay together for a convention I'm going to in August! X3 I'M SO EXCITED<3<3<3))

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0}

His mind was tired. His body was exhausted. But through it all, Feliciano was the happiest he had ever been in his life. He was certain of this. Even now, as he slept to regain his strength, he was always still thinking about Ludwig. His thoughts were about nothing but him, and now his dreams, too.

But as much as he loved the blonde in his dreams, he loved the real blonde that was currently holding him as he slept peacefully even more. Now that they had gotten over all the awkward confessing love and straightening out feelings part, they were ready to just be happy together. Nothing would change in their relationship, really.

The Italian would try to pay more attention, and not get so sidetracked with other things. He would give Ludwig his full attention [for the most part] whenever they were together. Together... He really liked that feeling. To know that the person he had relied on so much to save him and help him all the time, though a constant bother, had somehow fallen in love with him.

It wasn't a mystery why he fell in love with the German. Though he was really scared about admitting his feelings in the beginning, it was better to just let his feelings be known, instead of keeping them to himself. Feliciano started to say something in his sleep; which was rare for someone who didn't sleep talk normally. Even he couldn't understand what he was saying, but still smiled anyway.

Some time later, he started to wake up. Before he even opened his eyes, he could feel himself being held by a pair of strong arms, who could only belong to one person. It was so warm. He felt like just going back to sleep, but decided he could get up now. He was rested enough.

Opening his eyes softly, he could smell the scent of hair gel, due to being nuzzled into the German's neck. Along with that, he could still smell the fresh scent of after bathing. The clean smell. It was hard to describe, but it was very soothing. Drowsily Feliciano started to move, wiggling his way from the blanket he was still wrapped up and naked underneath in.

He now noticed that he had been laying against him for who knows how long. Did he really sit here in silence like this the whole time, just letting him sleep? Picking himself up a bit, he was able to see how nice Ludwig looked now. Not that he didn't look nice in just his sleepwear before, but this was a special kind of nice.

The Italian found himself blushing, having only seen him wear something so formal like this at meetings and the like. "Ludwig... You look... really handsome." He wasn't sure of what else to say, but it was true. He blushed even more, glancing down. Feliciano remained silent, until the thought occurred to him as to why he was dressed up in such a way in the first place. "Are you going somewhere...?"

[Nope! No need to worry about me; I was fine the whole time! Though I was kinda dying inside without proper Internet... ;~; My Wii is decent to use, and I had my keyboard set up to it, but it's nothing like my real computer... But thank you for understanding. I was afraid you wouldn't reply, because you'd be upset at me for leaving with no notice. Though I would have deserved that, of course. But I'm glad we get to still roleplay together! I really like it a lot!

What convention are you going to? And more importantly, who are you going as?]