germany / axis power hetalia / open dienstlichJuly 25 2011, 03:19:26 UTC
[His collar is made of smooth plain silvery metal. It's thick and he tested his strength on it to find it useless. It is just a collar though, he can deal with it until he can find someone who has the means and equipment to get it off.
He sets off down the hallway, unconsciously counting his steps. And on his tenth step, he knew before it actually happened, the metal shrunk and he can feel it closed in around his neck. It was a hardly noticeable amount but he knew and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes widen and he told himself to breathe.]
[His time is almost up, nearly fainting a few times already from the constriction of his own collar, wheezing and coughing as he tries to suck in more air. He would rather die than to drag someone unwilling along with him, even if it is for the sake of survival.
It's conflicting for him, to ask for help. Especially more so when he looks up and catches sight of another man with the same collar. Will the blond assist? He doesn't know, merely waiting for the man to notice him first, to see the other's reaction to his collar.]
[ooc: Up to Germany if he mistaken him as a young Switzerland or something. ^^ Or else, they wouldn't know each other then. Hopefully this is ok with you. /)_(\]
[He's not as kind and helpful as others will have him. He actually considers the space between his throat and the collar then he starts to move towards the other. The metal drags against his throat as he bends to pick the boy up. He rushes him back to the room he woke up in. There, the shrinking stops. And when he places the blond on the bed, kneeling on its red sheets and plush surface in case he needs CPR, the metal expands around both their necks and allows more room for air. What a devilish place.
He lays a hand on the smaller blond's chest, to reassure himself with that exhale-inhale movement.] My name is Ludwig. Are you alright? Can you breathe?
[He would have yelp under normal circumstances to suddenly being picked up, but now he just doesn't care. Arms automatically wraps around the larger man's neck, clinging for dear life and trying to keep his breathing even and shallow. The moment his back touches the soft mattress, he realises he isn't wheezing any more, although he still pants to get his pacing back to normal.
His eye lids flutter open to reveal a pair of green orbs, nodding at his question.] ...j-ja. [A few more deep breaths before he opens his mouth again.] Noah. Mine is...Noah.
[All right, now to more pressing matters. And he isn't sure how to get around to it.]
Gut, Noah. Entspannen. [He sits back on the edge of the bed. The tension and his frown doesn't go away even though the boy is breathing regularly now. The answer to their escape is obvious and there is no way around it, just as the note said. The metal around their neck seems to breathe just as they do, it expands when their actions move towards their goal to their survival and contracts in the opposite. He explains this to Noah.]
Do you understand what we must do to have any chance of escape, Noah? [He doesn't show much embarrassment and there is a surprising lack of reluctance. This is akin to a duty, after all, he'll carry this out with his usual soldierly diligence.]
[He does his best to do as told, heeding almost automatically just from the tone of the other's voice. Breath in, breath out, in, out. Repeat the process. Yes, he has at least calmed down enough, though the panic is still evident in his eyes.
He pushes and props himself up on his hands, then gives an awkward nod.] Ja, as written on the note. I... [He flushes a deep red and averts looking straight at Ludwig for a brief moment, then back at him again.] I understand the implications. [A small piece of folded paper is taken out from his shirt pocket, stating that not only does he have two hours left, but also that he is to 'ride' his partner.]
[He looked over the note. The instructions were explicitly clear, no loop holes, no escape. He has to remind himself that the situation could be worst. It could always be worst. He checks his watch for the time then looks at Noah, and speaks calmly, as a doctor would to his patients.] Gut, Noah. Before I ask you for your consent, you should know that we have an hour and a half. If you want to think about this some more, you have 15 minutes. Do I have your consent?
[Fifteen minutes. He is given that amount of time to consider his options carefully. That only leaves him an hour and half, will he have enough time to find a willing and amiable person? No, he really should give this a thought.]
Ja bitte, fifteen min-- [The words barely left his lips when the collar begin to tighten around his throat once more, causing him to almost double over, gasping and coughing.
The Hotel will have it no other way. It's either do or die.]
[He remains as calm as possible, his hand palms the back of Noah's head and he cradles the youth, coaxes him to relax like one does to scared horses, as if any of that helps much. All he needs is the boy's permission, then he'll willingly do the deed for the sake of them both. But he knows that compliance doesn't mean consent, and he doesn't need any of that to come back to haunt him. Especially since Noah looks like a minor.]
Noah, ja sagen. Und ich kann helfen.
[He bends and presses his lips against the youth's jaw, a momentary distraction so that the collar, and hopefully Noah as well, relaxes some what.]
[The gestures from Ludwig eases the collar somewhat, though it still remains tight fitting around his neck. He breathes in again, slowly exhaling, thin fingers clinging onto the other's arms like a lifeline. A soft gasp slips out at the lips on his jaw, almost comforting for the young Nation.]
Ich... [He tilts his head so that he's now looking straight into Ludwig's eyes, a glimmer of resolution and determination in his eyes as he nods, planting a chaste kiss on his lips as he murmurs.] ...j-ja. Bitte, Ludwig.
[He reminds himself that this is a task. He must do it for his survival. His brother taught him well and he won't let that go to waste, nor will he let his people down. He knows the mechanics of what he must do but kissing is wet and sloppy, he would rather avoid all of that. His hands goes immediately to work, unbuttoning shirts, loosening belts, he doesn't pull back until he has Noah trouser-less. It'll be the only part that they need, after all.]
I know the instructions were for you to ride your partner, but I would recommend that you get on hands and knees so the process can go smoother.
[He goes to the bedside table and retrieves suspiciously placed items: a bottle of lube, a plain square pack of condom and a convenient surgical latex glove.] Vertrauen Sie mir, Noah.
[For Noah, it was more a kiss of consent than sexual. Even then, he wasn't sure if what he did was right, or appropriate. He didn't want this to end up unpleasant for the both of them, even if only for the sake of survival. The urgency of it was frightening for him, that he would agree so easily to this. And yet a fierce blush rose to his cheeks as Ludwig got down to removing his trousers, and biting down on his lips to keep his voice in check whenever the blond's hands ghosted over his skin.]
Aa... All right...
[His eyes dart straight to the items Ludwig is getting, and the young Nation swallows thickly, goosebumps forming on his bare skin. Then he glances up at the man when he spoke, chest heaving as nervousness threatens to take hold of him. He does as he is told, getting on all fours and then looking back over his shoulder at Ludwig.] Bitte, seien Sie sanft. [The words come out soft, almost inaudible, but it's there.]
[He almost feel bad, this isn't for him to take. But he puts on the latex glove with a snap and snaps open the bottle. He places a hand on the small of Noah's back, digits and palm rubbing in circles and let the warmth seep through and calm the nerves. His finger is warm, smooth and slick when it circles him. It inches it bit by bit, and it's all the warning he gives before he slides in in one smooth and slow movement.]
[He gives a small nod and does he best to compose himself, fists clenching on the bedsheets as he turn his gaze back to the front, eyes slightly lowered. What he couldn't see, he hears and feels instead, making the sensations and noises even more prominent to him, sending shivers up his spine.
The first initial touch causes him to tense on reflex, though he slowly begins to calm and relax. Penetration isn't foreign to him any more, but it still feels like a new experience each time. The intrusion elicits a soft whimper from him, closing his eyes as he lets out a shuddering breath, allowing his body to slowly adjust to it.] Ich bin in Ordnung.
Shh. [He tries to sound soothing, like balm to sun burnt skin but his deep voice, his commanding tone doesn't allow for such a thing to be uttered. Knowing this, he cups Noah's pleasure and rubs his palm against him in a way that makes white flash. He takes his momentary distraction to insert another digit, then quickly another. They stretch and thrust, curls inside him mechanically and offers what Ludwig hopes is pleasure. Something that would make this go smoother. Though foolishly, he never thought about his own pleasure, but he does need to get hard for this.] Noah. Ich brauche Ihre Hilfe.
[Noah gasps and jerks slightly when he feels fingers wrapping around his member, followed soon by a sharp hiss at the addition of Ludwig's fingers. He rests his forehead on his folded arms, soft pants and moans falling from his lips as the familiar warmth begins to pool to his lower region and hardening to attention.
He nearly didn't hear Ludwig's words, but he pushes himself up slightly and glances back over his shoulder.] Wie... Wie kann ich helfen?
[His cheeks are flushed, ears reddened at the tips already from Ludwig's ministration. He know that he shouldn't be the only one receiving help, so he waits for the blond's instructions patiently.]
He sets off down the hallway, unconsciously counting his steps. And on his tenth step, he knew before it actually happened, the metal shrunk and he can feel it closed in around his neck. It was a hardly noticeable amount but he knew and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes widen and he told himself to breathe.]
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It's conflicting for him, to ask for help. Especially more so when he looks up and catches sight of another man with the same collar. Will the blond assist? He doesn't know, merely waiting for the man to notice him first, to see the other's reaction to his collar.]
[ooc: Up to Germany if he mistaken him as a young Switzerland or something. ^^ Or else, they wouldn't know each other then. Hopefully this is ok with you. /)_(\]
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He lays a hand on the smaller blond's chest, to reassure himself with that exhale-inhale movement.] My name is Ludwig. Are you alright? Can you breathe?
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His eye lids flutter open to reveal a pair of green orbs, nodding at his question.] ...j-ja. [A few more deep breaths before he opens his mouth again.] Noah. Mine is...Noah.
[All right, now to more pressing matters. And he isn't sure how to get around to it.]
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Do you understand what we must do to have any chance of escape, Noah? [He doesn't show much embarrassment and there is a surprising lack of reluctance. This is akin to a duty, after all, he'll carry this out with his usual soldierly diligence.]
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He pushes and props himself up on his hands, then gives an awkward nod.] Ja, as written on the note. I... [He flushes a deep red and averts looking straight at Ludwig for a brief moment, then back at him again.] I understand the implications. [A small piece of folded paper is taken out from his shirt pocket, stating that not only does he have two hours left, but also that he is to 'ride' his partner.]
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Ja bitte, fifteen min-- [The words barely left his lips when the collar begin to tighten around his throat once more, causing him to almost double over, gasping and coughing.
The Hotel will have it no other way. It's either do or die.]
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Noah, ja sagen. Und ich kann helfen.
[He bends and presses his lips against the youth's jaw, a momentary distraction so that the collar, and hopefully Noah as well, relaxes some what.]
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Ich... [He tilts his head so that he's now looking straight into Ludwig's eyes, a glimmer of resolution and determination in his eyes as he nods, planting a chaste kiss on his lips as he murmurs.] ...j-ja. Bitte, Ludwig.
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I know the instructions were for you to ride your partner, but I would recommend that you get on hands and knees so the process can go smoother.
[He goes to the bedside table and retrieves suspiciously placed items: a bottle of lube, a plain square pack of condom and a convenient surgical latex glove.] Vertrauen Sie mir, Noah.
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Aa... All right...
[His eyes dart straight to the items Ludwig is getting, and the young Nation swallows thickly, goosebumps forming on his bare skin. Then he glances up at the man when he spoke, chest heaving as nervousness threatens to take hold of him. He does as he is told, getting on all fours and then looking back over his shoulder at Ludwig.] Bitte, seien Sie sanft. [The words come out soft, almost inaudible, but it's there.]
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[He almost feel bad, this isn't for him to take. But he puts on the latex glove with a snap and snaps open the bottle. He places a hand on the small of Noah's back, digits and palm rubbing in circles and let the warmth seep through and calm the nerves. His finger is warm, smooth and slick when it circles him. It inches it bit by bit, and it's all the warning he gives before he slides in in one smooth and slow movement.]
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The first initial touch causes him to tense on reflex, though he slowly begins to calm and relax. Penetration isn't foreign to him any more, but it still feels like a new experience each time. The intrusion elicits a soft whimper from him, closing his eyes as he lets out a shuddering breath, allowing his body to slowly adjust to it.] Ich bin in Ordnung.
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He nearly didn't hear Ludwig's words, but he pushes himself up slightly and glances back over his shoulder.] Wie... Wie kann ich helfen?
[His cheeks are flushed, ears reddened at the tips already from Ludwig's ministration. He know that he shouldn't be the only one receiving help, so he waits for the blond's instructions patiently.]
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