Forbidden And Forsaken

27

Note: This chapter has everyone's favorite thing; filthy smut! Most chapters from this point on are going to be spicy.

"Well this is awkward," Third loudly pronounced at dinner that night. The whole table had been unusually silent.

"Does anyone have anything they'd like to share?" Weimar quirked an eyebrow pointedly at Germany and Prussia.

"No," Prussia said flatly, not diverting his attention from his soup.

"I think they do," Third teased. 

Prussia gave a withering glare, "continue down that path with great caution."

The rest of dinner passed mostly smoothly, if not for Prussia completely ignoring everyone. He'd not yet forgotten what Germany had said earlier.

"You and I need to have a discussion," he leaned casually on the wall while Empire washed dishes.

"I suppose Germany talked to you then," Empire mumbled. 

"How long has this... infatuation been going on?" Prussia moved to stand beside the other, eyeing him up and down, scrutinizing his very being.

Empire stumbled over his words, "for- uhm, since I was seventeen."

Prussia stared at him blankly, "...and what brought it on?"

Empire blushed scarlet, "I, uh, saw you masturbating."

Prussia's jaw dropped, "What?! When?"

Empire's blush deepened as he mumbled, "it was pretty late and I went to talk to you in your office."

Prussia looked aghast, "Empire I am so sorry you should not have had to see-"

"I could have turned away at any time," he interrupted. 

"...and you didn't?" 

Empire shook his head as he hid his face. 

"And decades later, you still have this crush?" Prussia asked slowly.

Empire nodded.

Prussia sighed heavily. "Well, given that it seems to be quickly becoming the normal around here as well as you hardly being the boy I knew before," he dragged Empire down for a short kiss.

"I think I'll hardly be content with that after all these decades," Empire said lowly, kissing the other's neck.

"H-hardly," Prussia keened as Empire gripped his ass.

Empire looked over to Germany, who was watching the scene with progressively darkening eyes from the doorway. Then he nodded for him to join in.

Germany stalked forward, grabbing Prussia's hips and pulling them back to meet his own. Prussia flushed and tittered into Empire's chest.

Empire captured his lips in a full kiss, tongue pushing forcefully into his mouth. If Germany weren't bracing him, Prussia would have fallen backwards. Prussia gave a muffled moan as both other men grinded their growing erections against him.

"Shi-it," he panted when they had to pull away for air. Empire grinned down at him mischievously, wiping away some of saliva that had gathered at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh-" Prussia's ducked his head as Germany silently thrusted against him, biting the back of his neck.

Empire brought up a knee to rub at Prussia's crotch, beginning to undo the buttons of the other's shirt. The combined friction was causing Prussia to become very wet.

As he undid the last button, revealing Prussia's entire torso, Empire stopped his ministrations. 

"Prussia, are you alright? You, uhm, don't seem to be responding accordingly," he asked, concerned.