BECAUSE I POST TOO MUCH. new thread ok, ok. i'm sorry!
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And that’d been where Alfred had told him he’d pass.
Kiku sighed, tallied on a small notepad, how many more were Ludwig going to scare away? “It’s alright Mr. Alfred-”
Alfred cuts him off, “So what were you doing earlier?”
Kiku gapes at him, as if he’s asked a rude question and what he’d been doing previously had not been rude at all but rather the epitome of polite. Alfred gives him a flat look
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Elastic people [45/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 09:30:03 UTC
“Get on with it,” snappish, Alfred gives Arthur one last angry look, before he ducks down, puts Arthur’s cock in his mouth, hand fisting at the base- doesn’t’ take much he finds, Arthur is gritting his teeth again, trying not to moan when Alfred sucks harder, lets him thrust faster- deeper- Arthur’s whole body is curling around Alfred’s head, cradles it as his hands keep twisting relentlessly through his hair. Alfred trying his best not to think about what he’s doing, what he’s doing to Arthur who’s mouthing something against his hair now- sucks harder, teeth catching, Arthur can’t help the groan that escapes him then- urging Alfred down, harder till-
-filling his mouth; Arthur tugs his chin up, looking, staring, that emotionless mask back in place. Alfred refuses to be beat, swallows before Arthur can even say (what’s at the tip of his tongue, I’ll never let you say another word again-) that mask chips.
Arthur grabs at the back of his neck, crashing his lips down over Alfred’s-
Oh.Sputtering, Alfred bites at Arthur’s lips, tongue
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Elastic people [44-2/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 09:45:44 UTC
SKIPPED THIS. sorry!
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Releases Arthur from his grip, Arthur is propping himself up against the desk, the windows- there’s no-
“Are you going to do it or not?”
You’re the one who’s the liar, Alfred!
Alfred gets down on his knees, cursing himself under his breath as his fingers shake when he tries to undo the buttons of Arthur’s pants, Arthur running his fingers over those hands, feeling them. Alfred shudders- manages, places his hand down Arthur’s underwear and pulls out his erection, sharply breathing in at how hard Arthur already was- this with Arthur’s he’s never- (has he?) Arthur’s hands fisting in his hair twisting.
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anonymous
January 25 2010, 10:14:35 UTC
bawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwanon!!!! ;____; I can't get enough of this story. Thank you THANK YOU for updating so frequently, it makes it even more tense because as soon as I'm getting over what happened in one update there's ANOTHER update to bring it back again...
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anonymous
January 25 2010, 10:53:05 UTC
Ditto the other anons! No one's certainly complaining with your speedy updates. *__* It makes me look forward to going home. :)) Ah, I love how more twisted and more painful this is becoming. Oh Arthur, when would you tell? Alfred is so close to remembering already (and the part where he thought Arthur resembled their mom! Brilliant.). It's inevitable. It's obvious that Alfred doesn't have the ability to stay away from Arthur no matter how much Arthur pushes him away and neither can Arthur even with all his efforts. Ahaha, even going as far to threaten evicting Alfred from the student council? And the rebellious Alfred we all love is surfacing. He's not going to leave Arthur without finding out why Arthur's like that to him. Ohhh I'm now on the edge of my seat, waiting impatiently for what's going to happen next!
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anonymous
January 25 2010, 21:04:51 UTC
Oh god. this is sooooo WTF I just can't stop reading. Alfred please for the love of us readers stop torturing us with your obliviousness and find out! Omg omg omfg. I really feel the pain for Arthur, loving someone and yet forced to hate him orz orz
Elastic people [46/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 18:26:22 UTC
February.
Alfred misses the snow though he hates the cold. He’s lying on the top of the school building, it’s like his place now. Closes his eyes to the cold air, ah well it’s still cold but not enough moisture for snow- wasn’t it supposed to get warmer already? Or maybe it’s just him, it’s tiring.
Alfred likes it best when they kiss, because Arthur can’t help it then his original softness creeps back in when he kisses Alfred, his hands always tremble, sometimes Alfred catches tears at the dge of his eyes that he’ll quickly rub away, whether on Alfred shirt, a sleeve. Don’t niotice, but Alfred wants to notice everything, everything lik the way his body seems to remember things but his mind is having a time to catch up, sometimes when they fuck his leg stretches and he’s thinking done this before or he starts to tremble and what scary story did you tell me? or when Arthur leans over him, his mouth twisting go on don’t say it like you always doOn Christmas… it had to be his mother had found out, told Arthur no, she was ruthless when
( ... )
Elastic people [47/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 18:29:33 UTC
Alfred holds the box of chocolate, rather fancy with the gold trim he was starting to think, looking longingly at this girl’s chocolate, should he had been more simple? More direct? With feeling? But feeling wasn’t much to Arthur nowadays… and Alfred wasn’t a girl. He wasn’t about to slave away in the kitchen- ah but Arthur had use to do that for him often
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Elastic people [49/?]
anonymous
January 25 2010, 18:34:19 UTC
Still raining, Alfred leaning out to look at the rain.
“Arthur,” he says, very soft that it’s almost not heard over the rain, but Arthur hears him, always hears him too.
“Why did you call me up here to be with you? Do you want to do something?”
It’d been so long since Arthur had last touched him, kissed him. Alfred hadn’t known how much he needed it, needed to pretend you might love me wanted it.
Starts to walk closer to Arthur, who stands up a movement all too sharp, “Don’t move!”
Alfred’s eyes looking at him painfully, those same words- after that night, a night Alfred could barely remember, only catching glimpses, teasing him with no mercy, and then- then- something else there he recalls, though it is distant, a time that doesn’t belong to that night, but nights before shivering under the blanket, it’s dark here, so many children, people, warm hands hold him I’ll protect you they seem to say-nothing distinct, kind of like when he takes his glasses off, tries to see far across the buildings, must put his glasses back on. It is
( ... )
previous parts 1-41: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11813.html?thread=28546853#t28546853
BECAUSE I POST TOO MUCH. new thread ok, ok. i'm sorry!
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And that’d been where Alfred had told him he’d pass.
Kiku sighed, tallied on a small notepad, how many more were Ludwig going to scare away? “It’s alright Mr. Alfred-”
Alfred cuts him off, “So what were you doing earlier?”
Kiku gapes at him, as if he’s asked a rude question and what he’d been doing previously had not been rude at all but rather the epitome of polite. Alfred gives him a flat look ( ... )
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-filling his mouth; Arthur tugs his chin up, looking, staring, that emotionless mask back in place. Alfred refuses to be beat, swallows before Arthur can even say (what’s at the tip of his tongue, I’ll never let you say another word again-) that mask chips.
Arthur grabs at the back of his neck, crashing his lips down over Alfred’s-
Oh.Sputtering, Alfred bites at Arthur’s lips, tongue ( ... )
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Releases Arthur from his grip, Arthur is propping himself up against the desk, the windows- there’s no-
“Are you going to do it or not?”
You’re the one who’s the liar, Alfred!
Alfred gets down on his knees, cursing himself under his breath as his fingers shake when he tries to undo the buttons of Arthur’s pants, Arthur running his fingers over those hands, feeling them. Alfred shudders- manages, places his hand down Arthur’s underwear and pulls out his erection, sharply breathing in at how hard Arthur already was- this with Arthur’s he’s never- (has he?) Arthur’s hands fisting in his hair twisting.
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I can't get enough of this story. Thank you THANK YOU for updating so frequently, it makes it even more tense because as soon as I'm getting over what happened in one update there's ANOTHER update to bring it back again...
SO GOOD ANON!
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I'll also tell Mrs. Jones to gtfo. D:<
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The story is soo sad now
It is not supposed to be like this TAT
Alfred, why can't you just figure out? TAT
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author deserves all my love here. oh my gawd.
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Alfred misses the snow though he hates the cold. He’s lying on the top of the school building, it’s like his place now. Closes his eyes to the cold air, ah well it’s still cold but not enough moisture for snow- wasn’t it supposed to get warmer already? Or maybe it’s just him, it’s tiring.
Alfred likes it best when they kiss, because Arthur can’t help it then his original softness creeps back in when he kisses Alfred, his hands always tremble, sometimes Alfred catches tears at the dge of his eyes that he’ll quickly rub away, whether on Alfred shirt, a sleeve. Don’t niotice, but Alfred wants to notice everything, everything lik the way his body seems to remember things but his mind is having a time to catch up, sometimes when they fuck his leg stretches and he’s thinking done this before or he starts to tremble and what scary story did you tell me? or when Arthur leans over him, his mouth twisting go on don’t say it like you always doOn Christmas… it had to be his mother had found out, told Arthur no, she was ruthless when ( ... )
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“Arthur,” he says, very soft that it’s almost not heard over the rain, but Arthur hears him, always hears him too.
“Why did you call me up here to be with you? Do you want to do something?”
It’d been so long since Arthur had last touched him, kissed him. Alfred hadn’t known how much he needed it, needed to pretend you might love me wanted it.
Starts to walk closer to Arthur, who stands up a movement all too sharp, “Don’t move!”
Alfred’s eyes looking at him painfully, those same words- after that night, a night Alfred could barely remember, only catching glimpses, teasing him with no mercy, and then- then- something else there he recalls, though it is distant, a time that doesn’t belong to that night, but nights before shivering under the blanket, it’s dark here, so many children, people, warm hands hold him I’ll protect you they seem to say-nothing distinct, kind of like when he takes his glasses off, tries to see far across the buildings, must put his glasses back on. It is ( ... )
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