Lovino’s voice is always deep and raspy when he smokes. Gilbert feels like he should tell the other to stop, but it’s too intoxicating watching him blow the smoke in the air, stretched out on his bed and staring up at the ceiling.
(more) Gilbert pushes away from the computer, climbing over to lie beside the other and grabbing the cigarette to take a drag himself, ignoring the annoyed scoff from the Italian. “These are gonna kill you.”
“Hmph.” Lovino doesn’t even let him blow the smoke out before placing his mouth over Gilbert’s. “When you stop, I will.”
Lovino used to be scared of monsters under the bed, even when he was more than old enough to know better. He remembers Gilbert coming to visit when Antonio wasn’t there, something the man would never approve of had he known. But Lovino quickly opened the door at the(more) promise of war stories, excited to have some noise in the quiet old house. Even if Gilbert could be /too/ loud half the time.
He’d even let the man pull him into his lap so he could grab at all the medals on his jacket, excited by the smell of gunpowder. It reminded him of how Antonio would smell after being gone a long time, but Antonio never wanted to tell him anything, saying he was too young or too innocent. If he knew half the things Gilbert told him… It was exciting to be treated like an adult, Gilbert never acted like he was too young for anything!
At night though… At night he wondered if Antonio had been right. He kept dreaming about severed heads and cut organs. Terrified as he remembered the way Gilbert described how it felt to have an arm torn completely off. Wondering if the monsters under his bed could do /that/.
He eventually found the courage to grab his things and run. Small feet pounding against the cold floor as he found the room that Gilbert was staying in. He’d slowly climbed in the bed, crawling under the covers in hopes the man wouldn’t notice him. Gilbert had though, and Lovino was surprised that no laughter accompanied the other as he placed a warm arm around him.
Gilbert never treated him like he was too young, but he also knew when to treat him like he wasn’t too old. (less)
“/Gilbert/.” Ludwig did not want to be here. He still had a pile of paperwork back home, and if he was going to get it done when he got back he couldn’t be drunk.
“Don’t forget you have to do everything I say, lil bro.” Gilbert shoved anothe(more)r beer in his hands, glancing over at some blonde in the corner. “She looks alright…”
“I don’t need- I will not do this!”
“I think you will… Don’t forget I have the winning hand here…” Personally Gilbert didn’t see what was so embarrassing about a few bondage DVD’s, aside from the fact that Ludwig apparently still watched porn on DVD. But it wasn’t like everyone didn’t already know what he was into. “You need to stop jacking it and actually get laid! You ain’t exactly bad looking, Lutz. It shouldn’t be this hard.”
“I don’t want to get laid!” Ludwig realized he growled that out a bit too loudly and focused on drinking his next beer.
“Who wouldn’t want to get laid? Or is the lady just not your type…?” Gilbert waggled his eyebrows and glanced over at the tall brunet in the corner. “That guy’s pretty hot. Kinda looks like Feli.”
“I’m not picking up someone that looks like Feliciano! Gilbert I’ve had-“
“Rather have the real thing, huh?”
“I’m going home.”
“Oh, come on! Being all lovesick doesn’t suit you, Lutz! Either tell the guy or get laid by someone else. You can’t be a monk all your life!”
Ludwig gave him a pointed look and Gilbert raised up his hands in defeat. “Okay, okay! Maybe /you/ can…” (less)
Ludwig knew there was something wrong with it. Knew that there were much better options for him. Ones that hadn’t just been fucking his brother a week before and ones that weren’t using him to get back at said brother for whatever stupid thing they were arguing about now.(more)
He’d even managed to control himself up until the kiss. He’d kept his stoic expression, eyes focused on the book he was reading as Lovino was lying across the couch like some wanton whore. Soft tanned skin exposed as the other man had let his shirt ride up just the slightest bit. Yes, he’d managed to control himself even then, knowing the other was doing this all on purpose.
But when Lovino had moved to sit on the arm of his chair and let his eyes fall half shut, all long lashes and beautiful hazel eyes, Ludwig couldn’t say no. It wasn’t like Feliciano begging for a kiss in that slightly childish way of his. It was seductive, it was smooth. Lovino hadn’t even put anything in words and Ludwig knew exactly what he wanted.
So he let it happen. He closed his book and placed it on the table, let Lovino straddle his lap, smirking at him because he knew he’d won. It was maddening, and Ludwig opened his mouth to take it all back, but the Italian’s lips were already on his, fully taking advantage of the slight opening.
And Ludwig suddenly knew why his brother put up with so much from Lovino, knew why his brother had fallen so badly…
Because as slender fingers moved to his hair and a hot mouth to his ear, Ludwig realized he was falling badly too. (less)
Lovino’s never kept it secret that he likes things a bit rough, not from Gilbert at least. They’d tried all sorts of things from some skeezy sex store on the corner, gotten a few online. Truthfully, they both preferred fists and teeth to any fancy leather whips or steel(more) handcuffs though.
They didn’t like to plan these things. They wanted real, angry sex. The kind that wasn’t safe, the kind where you were tearing each other’s hair out and drawing blood. There were no safe words there, and Gilbert was sure it bordered on the illegal at times, but pushing things to the edge was what he was made for.
Gilbert likes to pretend that he can play guitar, but Lovino’s sure he’s never held a real guitar in his life. He just remembers rolling his eyes when the man decided to do air guitar solos in the kitchen after drinking a few beers, complete with obnoxious sound effects.(more) Only retreating to his room when Ludwig came home after work and just hung his head and sighed at him.
Lovino had been sighing at him for 30 minutes and the bastard hadn’t noticed. Or maybe he’d been laughing at him. He’d found the vodka that night and he can’t really remember now.
It got worse though.
Gilbert got Guitar Hero.
Now he really thought he could play guitar. He started wearing old band t-shirts and torn jeans. Lovino wanted to laugh again, because shit it was pathetic, but the look worked on him. Really worked on him.
And it wasn’t long before they were roleplaying the scene in bed. Gilbert the hot rock star and Lovino the obsessive fan. He wasn’t sure he liked that part, but it had been the only way Gilbert had agreed to it, and the man liked anything where someone was worshiping him.
Lovino just wanted those studded bracelets to leave all sorts of marks.
But Gilbert had ended up talking non-stop about his ‘guitar skills’, even as Lovino had sucked him off. And even going so far as to bring the controller to bed.
Gilbert’s rock star dreams ended with Lovino throwing the fake guitar at him and screaming he was a loser that only played the fucking flute. (less)
Lovino's fairly certain that Gilbert would leave if he knew he was falling for him.
It wasn't supposed to happen like that. He was the desirable one, the one everyone wanted. But he was still stuck at fourteen and no matter how long Gilbert had been fucking hi(more)m he would still ruffle his hair when he came to visit and joke that he was still so small.
Gilbert was frankly obnoxious. But he smelled like war, like gunpowder and blood, and something about it was so intoxicating. War and blood would be the ticket to his freedom, his independence. The only things that would finally make him grow again. The older man could give him all of that.
Maybe Lovino had just fallen in love with war.
And if Gilbert knew that he’d probably fuck him harder and whisper how they could set the world on fire. (less)