[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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[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.

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.

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[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."