[Fanfic] When it rains, it pours. (APH)
Title: When it rains, it pours.
Author/Artist:stratergy_love
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia/Austria(main), Germany/Austria, Austria/Hungary
Rating: Mature/R
Warnings: Shower sex.
Summary: When it rains, it pours. Feelings pour down, reality flushes in. One wonders which will hurt more...
As he fumbled with the keys, the rain didn't seem to let up. Roderich bit his lip, I hope this is the right house, he grimaced. His sense of direction was still questionable; the heavy door swung open. Right house. Roderich's shoes squeaked against the newly polished floorboards; he glanced around the room to find no one. He called out several times, the only answers he got were the echoes of his own soft voice. He looked towards the stairs, would he dare? Roderich looked away in hesitation. Last time he dared to, he regretted it greatly. Regret. Seems like that was the only thing on his mind at most times. He let out a heavy sigh; heavy boots marched down the hallway.
"Roderich?", the voice almost seemed like it was going to disappear.
Roderich looked up in surprise. "L-Ludwig! I-I didn't know you were..." He had no words to describe why he was there. The day before, he told Ludwig he was too busy to spend his leisurely time at someone else's home.
Ludwig squinted at him in confusion. "I thought you were busy."
"W-Well...I was, but then things cleared up a-and-" Roderich felt his face flushing in nervousness.
"Hnh.", Ludwig stepped up to Roderich, he looked away. "You...you that is..."
"What about me?" Roderich continued to stare out the window. He wasn't a terrible liar, but he wasn't very good either. In this case however, he was probably the worst liar yet. He felt gloved hands pull his chin upward; Ludwig's icy eyes seemed distant.
Roderich could feel him moving in; he didn't resist. He kissed him softly; Roderich was surprised how gentle he was, almost expecting him to shove him down to the floor. Then again, he wasn't Gilbert. Ludwig's large hands slid down his side, he shivered slightly. The kisses went deeper; Roderich forced in unsophisticated moans. Not that Ludwig would mind anyway, only Gilbert would poke fun at him for it. When Ludwig's hand began to wander elsewhere, Roderich flinched and pulled away. If it were Gilbert, he wouldn't have been able to get away at all.
"No...", he glanced back at the floor. He could feel the awkwardness seeping in. "I'm sorry. I can't. I have Eliza-"
"No?", Ludwig's arms retreated back to his side. He stayed silent, but his gaze continued to pierce through. "Not Eliza..you have him right?"
Roderich opened his mouth to protest, but no words felt the need to help. He gripped his chest; did this hurt?
Ludwig sighed and slid past him. "I'm sorry. That was unnecessary." He almost whispered. Roderich heard his heavy footsteps clack against the floor. So near, yet soon enough it began to sound distant. He sat down on the nearest recliner; his head felt heavy in his hands. Regret. Regret for what?
Roderich began to wander around the house. Every other window he glanced at the rain. Heavy. Nonstop. Irrational. Roderich blinked at how familiar the words felt; he shook his hands and continued to walk. He reached the kitchen; white hair flecked out from behind the fridge. Roderich felt his stomach knot. Not yet....
"Specs? That you?", the question seemed less like a question.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that." Roderich almost bit his tongue.
"Not told, asked.", Gilbert stood up, a glass of water in his hands. "But because you asked, I don't wanna." He didn't turn his head, but Roderich knew that he was looking at him.
Gilbert set his glass down and proceeded towards him; he felt his chest pop. Roderich felt tiny as Gilbert's arms wrapped around his abdomen.
"So whaddya want Roddy?", he smirked; Roderich avoided it.
"Just...a hello. Nothing more, nothing less." He felt something coming up in his throat. "And don't call me that." He weakly attempted to pull away but Gilbert's grip was strong as he drew Roderich in even closer.
"Hello? I don't think you use the spare keys I gave you to come up in here and say hello." Gilbert's hands slid down Roderich's back; Roderich tried to hide it. "Nothing more, nothing less you say? I think what you mean is, nothing more of me, nothing less...." Gilbert's right hand came back up and pulled Roderich's collar. "Unless you want more?"
Roderich tried to hide it. He tried, but he couldn't; Gilbert must have seen it. His grasp on Roderich's collar loosened; he pulled Roderich's glasses off. Still, Roderich attempted to hide it; Gilbert's smirk widened. Finally, Roderich let go. He couldn't hide it, nor did he really want to. And they both could see it in his speech, eyes, and movement. His desperation.
Roderich almost pushed Gilbert down on his own until Gilbert put his index finger on his chest. "Woah, hold it Roddy. I haven't showered yet." He tugged at Roderich's tie and licked his lips. "Yeah?"
Everything seemed hazy because of the heavy steam. One moment he had his clothes on; the next minute, all of Roderich's clothes were scattered somewhere in that godforsaken bath. He could still feel Gilbert's hot breathe even through the steam. Gilbert bit his neck quite harshly; Roderich hoped the warm sensation on his neck was water and not blood. Gilbert's hands fumbled clumsily around until he finally caught a proper grasp on Roderich's hips. He lifted him up against the shower wall; Roderich shivered at the cool sensation on his back.
Their kisses got rougher; Roderich didn't want to know how disgraceful he looked right now. Gilbert's tongue pried Roderich's mouth open whenever he tried to clamp it shut. Same with his left hand, Gilbert pushed his fingers in and out rapidly; the arms around his neck tightened its grip. Gilbert finally pulled his hand away, only to replace it with a rough entrance. Roderich winced; Gilbert readjusted his hips and began to thrust again. More than anything, Roderich hoped the sound of the running water covered his intense voice. He could feel himself reaching his limit, Not yet, he pleaded to himself. Roderich's hands began to dig into Gilbert's back as he forced himself to continue. Hold it. Don't let go. He could hear Gilbert's intense pants and groans; his bangs glued to his forehead.
Roderich let out a small grin, Gilbert noticed and grinned back. "Whaddya grinning about?"
He shoved in deeper; Roderich moaned out in surprise. "W-Why....I....can't grin?" Pants interrupted his speech, he hoped he didn't sound too bad.
"Nah," Gilbert's right hand brushed the brunette's bangs away. "Keep smiling." He bit his lip to hold in a loud moan as he cut loose every little space between them.
"S-sorry..", Roderich's grin began to fade. "I t-think I'm....at my limit."
He let go. Damn, Roderich cursed himself, why so soon? It sprayed out almost all at once. Roderich looked away in embarrassment as Gilbert chuckled lightly to himself; his hands wiping it away along with the water.
Roderich was so sure they would stop until Gilbert nuzzled his chest. "Tut-tut, I'm not done babe." His grin almost seemed evil now. Roderich blinked at him in surprise but hid his content. Thank goodness, he whispered silently, Don't stop. Not until I'm sick with regret.
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He sighed nervously as he stood in front of the door. Why am I nervous, he scolded himself, this is my own house. As he turned the knob, he could feel the dread and regret flooding through the door. Elizaveta's head popped up from behind a wall.
"You're back! Did you want dinner?" she was holding a basket of bread. He almost regretted eating with GIlbert.
"N-no, it's fine thank you." Roderich nodded shyly.
She only nodded back and darted back into the kitchen; he could hear the kettle whistling. As she worked the dough, Roderich watched. No apparent reason really, but he enjoyed watching her. Maybe to remind himself of who he is or maybe to punish himself; Roderich didn't quite know either. He embraced her suddenly; regret. Elizaveta stopped her work. She didn't turn her head, she didn't speak. All she did was touch his arms lightly and leaned back on him. Regret. Regret for what? He held her closer.
"I'm going to be gone again tomorrow Eliza," Roderich kissed her neck. "You don't have to make dinner for me."
"She only nodded. "Are you alright?"
He smiled and rested his chin on her head. "I'm fine." Sick actually, was what he wanted to say.
"Are you going to be gone for long?"
"Yes," he held his breath. "I'm going to be gone overnight." His gaze wandered to the window, the rain was still pouring. Heavy. Nonstop. Irrational. Regret. Roderich grinned at how familiar those words felt.
Maybe it was okay for another year or two of regrets.
>//////////<
Eh-heh. I wasn't going to write another one until a friend of mine mentioned her birthday, and she loves the german boys.
So if anyone read this, I hope you enjoyed. I really like putting Austria and Prussia's relationship in that dreary sense unfortunately. This was...my second male/male fanfic? I'm sorry if there's any mistakes, please don't mind them because I won'te really have any time to fix them.
As for the format, LiveJournal really messed it up and I don't know how to fix it so I hope it doesn't bother anyone like this.
Author/Artist:stratergy_love
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia/Austria(main), Germany/Austria, Austria/Hungary
Rating: Mature/R
Warnings: Shower sex.
Summary: When it rains, it pours. Feelings pour down, reality flushes in. One wonders which will hurt more...
As he fumbled with the keys, the rain didn't seem to let up. Roderich bit his lip, I hope this is the right house, he grimaced. His sense of direction was still questionable; the heavy door swung open. Right house. Roderich's shoes squeaked against the newly polished floorboards; he glanced around the room to find no one. He called out several times, the only answers he got were the echoes of his own soft voice. He looked towards the stairs, would he dare? Roderich looked away in hesitation. Last time he dared to, he regretted it greatly. Regret. Seems like that was the only thing on his mind at most times. He let out a heavy sigh; heavy boots marched down the hallway.
"Roderich?", the voice almost seemed like it was going to disappear.
Roderich looked up in surprise. "L-Ludwig! I-I didn't know you were..." He had no words to describe why he was there. The day before, he told Ludwig he was too busy to spend his leisurely time at someone else's home.
Ludwig squinted at him in confusion. "I thought you were busy."
"W-Well...I was, but then things cleared up a-and-" Roderich felt his face flushing in nervousness.
"Hnh.", Ludwig stepped up to Roderich, he looked away. "You...you that is..."
"What about me?" Roderich continued to stare out the window. He wasn't a terrible liar, but he wasn't very good either. In this case however, he was probably the worst liar yet. He felt gloved hands pull his chin upward; Ludwig's icy eyes seemed distant.
Roderich could feel him moving in; he didn't resist. He kissed him softly; Roderich was surprised how gentle he was, almost expecting him to shove him down to the floor. Then again, he wasn't Gilbert. Ludwig's large hands slid down his side, he shivered slightly. The kisses went deeper; Roderich forced in unsophisticated moans. Not that Ludwig would mind anyway, only Gilbert would poke fun at him for it. When Ludwig's hand began to wander elsewhere, Roderich flinched and pulled away. If it were Gilbert, he wouldn't have been able to get away at all.
"No...", he glanced back at the floor. He could feel the awkwardness seeping in. "I'm sorry. I can't. I have Eliza-"
"No?", Ludwig's arms retreated back to his side. He stayed silent, but his gaze continued to pierce through. "Not Eliza..you have him right?"
Roderich opened his mouth to protest, but no words felt the need to help. He gripped his chest; did this hurt?
Ludwig sighed and slid past him. "I'm sorry. That was unnecessary." He almost whispered. Roderich heard his heavy footsteps clack against the floor. So near, yet soon enough it began to sound distant. He sat down on the nearest recliner; his head felt heavy in his hands. Regret. Regret for what?
Roderich began to wander around the house. Every other window he glanced at the rain. Heavy. Nonstop. Irrational. Roderich blinked at how familiar the words felt; he shook his hands and continued to walk. He reached the kitchen; white hair flecked out from behind the fridge. Roderich felt his stomach knot. Not yet....
"Specs? That you?", the question seemed less like a question.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that." Roderich almost bit his tongue.
"Not told, asked.", Gilbert stood up, a glass of water in his hands. "But because you asked, I don't wanna." He didn't turn his head, but Roderich knew that he was looking at him.
Gilbert set his glass down and proceeded towards him; he felt his chest pop. Roderich felt tiny as Gilbert's arms wrapped around his abdomen.
"So whaddya want Roddy?", he smirked; Roderich avoided it.
"Just...a hello. Nothing more, nothing less." He felt something coming up in his throat. "And don't call me that." He weakly attempted to pull away but Gilbert's grip was strong as he drew Roderich in even closer.
"Hello? I don't think you use the spare keys I gave you to come up in here and say hello." Gilbert's hands slid down Roderich's back; Roderich tried to hide it. "Nothing more, nothing less you say? I think what you mean is, nothing more of me, nothing less...." Gilbert's right hand came back up and pulled Roderich's collar. "Unless you want more?"
Roderich tried to hide it. He tried, but he couldn't; Gilbert must have seen it. His grasp on Roderich's collar loosened; he pulled Roderich's glasses off. Still, Roderich attempted to hide it; Gilbert's smirk widened. Finally, Roderich let go. He couldn't hide it, nor did he really want to. And they both could see it in his speech, eyes, and movement. His desperation.
Roderich almost pushed Gilbert down on his own until Gilbert put his index finger on his chest. "Woah, hold it Roddy. I haven't showered yet." He tugged at Roderich's tie and licked his lips. "Yeah?"
Everything seemed hazy because of the heavy steam. One moment he had his clothes on; the next minute, all of Roderich's clothes were scattered somewhere in that godforsaken bath. He could still feel Gilbert's hot breathe even through the steam. Gilbert bit his neck quite harshly; Roderich hoped the warm sensation on his neck was water and not blood. Gilbert's hands fumbled clumsily around until he finally caught a proper grasp on Roderich's hips. He lifted him up against the shower wall; Roderich shivered at the cool sensation on his back.
Their kisses got rougher; Roderich didn't want to know how disgraceful he looked right now. Gilbert's tongue pried Roderich's mouth open whenever he tried to clamp it shut. Same with his left hand, Gilbert pushed his fingers in and out rapidly; the arms around his neck tightened its grip. Gilbert finally pulled his hand away, only to replace it with a rough entrance. Roderich winced; Gilbert readjusted his hips and began to thrust again. More than anything, Roderich hoped the sound of the running water covered his intense voice. He could feel himself reaching his limit, Not yet, he pleaded to himself. Roderich's hands began to dig into Gilbert's back as he forced himself to continue. Hold it. Don't let go. He could hear Gilbert's intense pants and groans; his bangs glued to his forehead.
Roderich let out a small grin, Gilbert noticed and grinned back. "Whaddya grinning about?"
He shoved in deeper; Roderich moaned out in surprise. "W-Why....I....can't grin?" Pants interrupted his speech, he hoped he didn't sound too bad.
"Nah," Gilbert's right hand brushed the brunette's bangs away. "Keep smiling." He bit his lip to hold in a loud moan as he cut loose every little space between them.
"S-sorry..", Roderich's grin began to fade. "I t-think I'm....at my limit."
He let go. Damn, Roderich cursed himself, why so soon? It sprayed out almost all at once. Roderich looked away in embarrassment as Gilbert chuckled lightly to himself; his hands wiping it away along with the water.
Roderich was so sure they would stop until Gilbert nuzzled his chest. "Tut-tut, I'm not done babe." His grin almost seemed evil now. Roderich blinked at him in surprise but hid his content. Thank goodness, he whispered silently, Don't stop. Not until I'm sick with regret.
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He sighed nervously as he stood in front of the door. Why am I nervous, he scolded himself, this is my own house. As he turned the knob, he could feel the dread and regret flooding through the door. Elizaveta's head popped up from behind a wall.
"You're back! Did you want dinner?" she was holding a basket of bread. He almost regretted eating with GIlbert.
"N-no, it's fine thank you." Roderich nodded shyly.
She only nodded back and darted back into the kitchen; he could hear the kettle whistling. As she worked the dough, Roderich watched. No apparent reason really, but he enjoyed watching her. Maybe to remind himself of who he is or maybe to punish himself; Roderich didn't quite know either. He embraced her suddenly; regret. Elizaveta stopped her work. She didn't turn her head, she didn't speak. All she did was touch his arms lightly and leaned back on him. Regret. Regret for what? He held her closer.
"I'm going to be gone again tomorrow Eliza," Roderich kissed her neck. "You don't have to make dinner for me."
"She only nodded. "Are you alright?"
He smiled and rested his chin on her head. "I'm fine." Sick actually, was what he wanted to say.
"Are you going to be gone for long?"
"Yes," he held his breath. "I'm going to be gone overnight." His gaze wandered to the window, the rain was still pouring. Heavy. Nonstop. Irrational. Regret. Roderich grinned at how familiar those words felt.
Maybe it was okay for another year or two of regrets.
>//////////<
Eh-heh. I wasn't going to write another one until a friend of mine mentioned her birthday, and she loves the german boys.
So if anyone read this, I hope you enjoyed. I really like putting Austria and Prussia's relationship in that dreary sense unfortunately. This was...my second male/male fanfic? I'm sorry if there's any mistakes, please don't mind them because I won'te really have any time to fix them.
As for the format, LiveJournal really messed it up and I don't know how to fix it so I hope it doesn't bother anyone like this.