[RL With Mello- There's no better date than a good battle]

[east_darkhorse]

[The war was coming to an end, the Kingdom of Prussia had conquered almost all of Silesia, but some parts in the extreme southeast, like the Duchy of Teschen and Duchy of Troppau, remained possessions of the Habsburg Monarchy as Austrian Silesia.

Conflicts were still the daily bread and Gilbert couldn't left his world for long, but those battles were perfect for venting. They worldhoped to the Duchy of Troppau in the part north of Opava River, Prussia's territory. Gilbert smiled at the view and conduced Mello to his tent.]

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[east-darkhorse.livejournal.com]

The sensual moment was somehow a relief, not just an invitation. So sweet to be able to joke, and kid, and horse around again. So beautiful to see Mello smile, or see the expression he puts when Prussia licks back his cheek and moves down his neck, bitting and kissing the skin. They had this moment now, and it was so good to not have to watch his time, monitor every minute.

[gonnabe1st.livejournal.com]

He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt to give access to more skin. His breathing deepened ever so slightly, for once not plotting, not thinking, just being. It was more than enough right now.

I clealry need a kissing icon :|

[east-darkhorse.livejournal.com]

It was close, slow, seductive, intimate, all the things something between lovers should be. Prussia kissed him, thinking for a moment that maybe they should finish their talk first, get things worked out, but he didn't want to talk, he wanted to feel Mello's body against his and wanted to kiss him for a long, long time. So he did it, grabbing the back of Mellos's neck and bit his lover lip before to deep the kiss.

Clearly, so do I.

[gonnabe1st.livejournal.com]

Talking could wait. Mello's sword fell to the ground, forgotten and for the moment ever so unimportant as he simply enjoyed the intimacy they shared. His jacket went, too, shrugged off his shoulders as he reached for Prussia, burying one hand in the pale hair as the other curled around the nation's waist.

Someday, someday~

[east-darkhorse.livejournal.com]

Hutch felt a grin tug irresistibly at the corner of his mouth. Clothes where something they didn't need now. Prussia dug his sword on the ground time ago, and now his hand were busy fidgeting with the front of Mello's pants.

Yes, eventually~

[gonnabe1st.livejournal.com]

The blond grinned just as much, not willing to break the kiss as his hands roughly grabbed Gilbert's shirt, starting to undo the buttons. The heat washing over him now? He knew it didn't compare to what was to come.

:3 have faith

[east-darkhorse.livejournal.com]

Gilbert moved and helped him to get rid of the shirt, then did the same for him and son both could feel the others' skin. He slipped both arms around him and pulled him delightfully close. He raised his hand to the back of Mello's head and pressed him closer, his fingers burrowing contentedly into the blond hair.

Will do~

[gonnabe1st.livejournal.com]

Why did he feel so safe in this embrace? He couldn't recall feeling about anyone else this way, as if absolutely nothing could happen to him when they were together.
Mello's hands roamed his lover's back as if trying to memorize every contour, sense every last bit of skin. He shifted his weight a little, grinding their bodies together, not ready to believe that this was all Gilbert had been after, his hungry grin earlier considered.

/o/

[east-darkhorse.livejournal.com]

Being ina relationship wasn't bad at all. Gilbert hadn't been looking forward to it, but he was rapidly revising his opinion. In fact, he couldn't remember when he'd had a better time. Without breaking the kiss, Prussia moved Mello the bed that was on the left side of the tent, pushed him gently onto his back and trailed a line of kisses down his throat to his chest, where he teased gently at each nipple in turn.

\o\

[gonnabe1st.livejournal.com]

Gilbert could be gentle when he felt like it, and his boyfriend certainly wasn't complaining. Sometimes he'd struggle, but sometimes he'd acknowledge strength without testing it.
His breathing deepened, and he moaned quietly as he arched his back ever so slightly. It was painfully obvious that every fibre of him wanted this, wanted him, wanted nothing more than to continue where this was headed.

\o/

[east-darkhorse.livejournal.com]

Gilbert began to tease his stomach with licks, nips, and bites. He could be passionate and gentle even if he was also rather cruel and teasing when he fought.He removed Mello's clothing with such calculated and caring movements, slowly worshipping his body to the point where no inch of skin had been left untouched, even the scars. he liked those, even if Mello didn't.

♥

[gonnabe1st.livejournal.com]

Mello finally relaxed into the touches and caresses, sighing, visibly enjoying it. To not have to be in control for once, to just let go... this was what he'd wished for. He moaned his lover's name, shuddering in spite of the heat he felt that clashed with the chill air. He liked the marks Prussia left on him far better than his own scars.

♥♥♥...

[east-darkhorse.livejournal.com]

The older nation moved up and fastened his fingers into Mellos's hair, scratching at the scalp slightly. was now licking and grazing his teeth against the neck, another one of the sensitive areas. He wanted to caused tingles and tremors to go down the boy's spine , make him unable to not control the embarrassing noises, all breathy gasps, moans, and squeaks, that would escape from his mouth. He took pleasure in being the reason for those sounds, so there was no point in even attempting to stifle them.

♥♥♥~

[gonnabe1st.livejournal.com]

Indeed, Prussia had a way of getting what he wanted. Even so, Mello wasn't going to give in that easily, and bit down on his lower lip to at least stifle the worst of it. But he did tremble and squirm at the albino's touch, wondering for a mere moment what it was about the older man that made him want to surrender. No thought lasted long in the state he was in.

Re: ♥♥♥~

[east-darkhorse.livejournal.com]

Adrenaline, Prussia always believed, was the world's most powerful drug. Users fall in love with it because of its matchless high. The strong, velvet slide into bliss, the fast winking to life. The neat consolidation of all problems into just one -- how to get more of it.

But repeated use changes things. Being high becomes routine; you need more of it and Gilbert lived his live in constant need of it. that might explain the thing he does, that might explain why he couldn't have enough of Mello either. he make him feel alive, something more than just a man, or a nation.

Re: ♥♥♥~

[gonnabe1st.livejournal.com]

Becoming addicted to something, or someone, wasn't very difficult. Mello knew many ways for people to get their kicks, and adrenaline was one he personally preferred, even though he did not indulge very often. But this was different. This was somebody who wanted him, scars and bloodied hands and everything he was. Someone who knew him, knew what made him tick, someone who could keep up with him and still appreciated him, loved him, desired him. Maybe that was why he gave himself up like he did, just to feel like this for a little longer.
The addiction was mutual. It was bliss to have only feeling in mind, and had it been someone else he might have been ashamed. But not here, not now. They were long since past doubt.

Re: ♥♥♥~

[east-darkhorse.livejournal.com]

Gilberts's hands were clutching at him, at his head, at his hair, and then releasing him suddenly, as though reluctant to demand too much, only to grab hold again seconds later. He wasn't speaking, but he was moaning almost continuously.

Re: ♥♥♥~

[gonnabe1st.livejournal.com]

Beneath him, the blond was writhing, sighing, gasping. His hands reached for Gilbert, he dragged his fingernails down his sides and across his back without thinking about it. The red marks that followed stood out on the pale skin, but it wasn't enough to draw blood.

I thought I replied :|

[east-darkhorse.livejournal.com]

Gilbert hissed between his teeth and grinned, he really didn't mind of the scratches. He liked his lovers to be *in contact* with their emotions. Specially this kind of emotions. "You're hotter than hell, babe." Gilbert grinned broadly at him, and then touched his cheek gently, the grin fading. "I want you to get what you need.. so let me know."