Touch Mii

LuwigxFeli - Touch Mii

Ludwig buried his head in his hands. He hadn’t had a break in a few months already; usually he had to stop working once or twice in a month just to save Feliciano from some far unknown place. But right now, Feliciano seemed to be able to stay out of trouble. For the first month or so, Ludwig was relieved that Feliciano hadn’t called his phone number to cry for help, or anything else along those lines. But now Ludwig glanced at the phone every few hours, he would never admit out loud that he missed Feliciano’s phone calls, if he were to put his discomfort in words, it was more like he felt as if his routine was out of place, per se.

Ludwig sighed for the umpteenth time of the day. He was so sick of all this work. Everyday was the same. Where was Feliciano when you needed him?

The phone rang.

Ludwig pounced for the phone, half-hoping it was Feliciano.

“Hello, this is Kiku speaking.”

Ludwig’s shoulders slumped (no one was around to see his disappointment anyway). “Hello Kiku, how may I help you?”

“I wanted to inform you that I’ve received the payments for the last shipment you ordered from me.” Kiku held the phone between his ear and his shoulder, enabling him to type with both hands on the computer in front of him. “I think this is the best that I’ve ever come up with, I hope you like it.” Kiku drew up a picture of the ‘item’ he was talking about on the screen, humming in approval.

Ludwig’s mouth went dry, paling slightly. “Erm…Thank you Kiku…I’m sure we’ll do business again some other time…I’m quite busy right now, so I’ll call you back later. Bye.” Ludwig hastily placed the phone back into its cradle, not waiting for Kiku to say anything else.

Ludwig sat back into his office chair, clasping his clammy hands together and breathed out a deep sigh. That’s right he thought I haven’t tried out the games I ordered from Kiku. Maybe now was a good time, he’d been overworking anyway. He deserved a break.

Pushing himself out of his chair with renewed energy, Ludwig quickly glanced at the phone one last time before locking up his office for the day and going back home.

-O0o-o0O-

The game was way, way better than expected. Although it wasn’t something Ludwig would confess to. Ever. He could feel his cheeks heating up as he managed to unlock another special event of the ero-game. His hands were trembling as he directed the Wii controller to hover over the options he had to choose between.

He hated it when this happened, a minute had passed and he still couldn’t choose which option he wanted. He wanted both. He’s get both eventually…but he couldn’t decide which one to pick first. “Prevent Feliciano from escaping with ropes and have your way with him” or “Let Feliciano have the special Gelato for dessert~” or “Stroke Feliciano’s hair” he couldn’t decided. Maybe he should do it in order, first option first.

Ludwig selected.

“Eh..? Ludwig? What are you doing?” Feliciano looked confused at the ropes hanging loosely in Ludwig’s hands.

Ludwig snatched Feliciano’s thin wrists, twisting his arms behind his back and quickly bound the limbs together with skilful workmanship.

“What? What? All I wanted was Gelato! I’m sorry! I won’t ask for anymore, please don’t be mad at me!” cried Feliciano, trying to pull his arms out of the ropes. “It’s too tight! It’s so painful, I’m so sorry Ludwig! Please let me go.”

Feliciano was being too noisy and a cry-baby as usual. Taking the white cloth Feliciano usually used as flag making material, Ludwig used it as a gag and tied it securely behind Feliciano’s head. Thus successfully muffling most of the begging and bawling.

If Feliciano was smart enough, he would stop crying or else he wouldn’t be able to breathe properly through a runny nose.

Ludwig picked up Feliciano and threw him squarely in the middle of the bed. The trussed up man tried to squirm away, but Ludwig snagged his ankle before he could get any further than an inch.

“Don’t think you’ll get away this time” said Ludwig, releasing Feliciano’s ankle to pull off his boots and heaved himself onto the bed.

Feliciano tried to use his legs to scramble away from Ludwig, but quickly realized he had no where to run when his back pressed against the headboard of the bed. He shook his head frantically leaning backwards to increase the distance between him and Ludwig.

Ludwig could see Feliciano was scared, but the idiot was always scared of something all the time. He crawled closer to Feliciano’s trembling body, hands reaching out to unbutton Feliciano’s military uniform. Usually he would be livid at the thought of dirty clothes touching the clean bedsheets, but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now.

Feliciano panicked when Ludwig’s hands touched his skin, he kicked out with his legs and tried pulling at the ropes again forcefully. It didn’t help much, there was no power behind the kicks and the ropes were far too secure. The tears that flowed down Feliciano’s face never ceased.

Ludwig pulled open the blue jacket, causing it to bunch around Feliciano’s bound arms. The white vest was in the way, but no matter. Ludwig’s rough hands wrapped themselves around Feliciano’s waist, pulling the Italian closer to him.

Feliciano was getting exhausted; he weakly wriggled in Ludwig’s grip. A sharp pain radiated from his right ear, a choked sob escaped him. His body became limp, signalling his surrender to Ludwig.

Ludwig licked the top edge of Feliciano’s ear apologetically when he felt Feliciano become docile and submissive. “If you promise to be quiet, I’ll remove the gag, okay?”

Feliciano nodded; the material between his teeth had become disgustingly sodden with saliva and tears.

Ludwig reached behind Feliciano’s head, pulling at the knot and then flinging the soaked material onto the floor. It could be cleaned up later.

Feliciano’s mouth opened to speak.

Ludwig interrupted before Feliciano could even squeak, “You promised something didn’t you, Feliciano?” He unfastened Feliciano’s belt with sure hands, and swiftly unzipped the pants to push them down to Feliciano’s ankles.

Feliciano visibly shivered, his jaw clamped shut so he wouldn’t be able to utter a peep lest he provoke Ludwig. He was extremely exposed, and couldn’t do anything about it, he had started to curl himself into a ball, but the hands on either side of his thighs immobilized him.

Ludwig licked his dry lips and moved to straddle Feliciano’s legs instead of holding them down. With his free hands Ludwig lifted Feliciano’s upper torso from the bed. Once Feliciano was in a sitting position, Ludwig cupped the back of Feliciano’s neck and kissed him thoroughly.

Their tongues danced with each other, weaving sensually together. Saliva began to leak from the corner of Feliciano’s mouth, but Ludwig didn’t mind, he continued to explore the slippery warmth of Feliciano’s mouth and tongue, enjoying the strange but intimate sensation.

Pulling back from the kiss, Ludwig wiped the glistening trail of spit away from Feliciano’s chin, noting the red, swollen colour of Feliciano’s lips when he accidently brushed against them. Ludwig shifted so he could lean closer more easily, only to realize that Feliciano was just as aroused as he was. Ludwig could feel the smirk tugging at his lips. “Liked that didn’t you.” It was a statement.

Feliciano blushed, obviously feeling very uncomfortable and embarrassed but didn’t open his mouth to retaliate.

Ludwig smiled. So the Italian could be educated. It wasn’t impossible after all. He laid Feliciano back on the bed and stroked Feliciano’s hair in reward for his efforts.

Feliciano panted, trying not to moan as Ludwig stimulated one of his most sensitive spots.

“It feels good does it? I can tell.” The hand that wasn’t stroking Feliciano’s hair, slid downwards, leaving a tingling trail on Feliciano’s stomach. Ludwig continued to move his hand lower, bypassing Feliciano’s dick; only to stop at the inner thigh, stroking it softly.

Feliciano shivered at the light touches, and trembled with effort to stay silent.

Ludwig repeated the action, enjoying how Feliciano’s face scrunched up as he suppressed his voice. After a few more teasing touches, Ludwig took pity on Feliciano. “You can let me hear your voice now. Feliciano.”

Feliciano almost wept tears in relief, and wasted no time to release his trapped voice. “Ahh…It feels good~ Ludwig…more~” Feliciano raised his hips into Ludwig’s hand, begging to be touched.

Ludwig reached for the lube, pouring a large amount on his hand and spread the warm substance onto his fingers. “Be patient.”

Feliciano bent his knees, legs spread apart and rested the bottom of his feet on the bed.

Ludwig could see everything. He made sure the image was burned into his mind before he inserted a finger into Feliciano, preparing him with what was to come next.

Feliciano gasped at the intrusion, but couldn’t find the strength to wriggle away from it. The thing Ludwig was doing to Feliciano’s hair with his tongue made everything fuzzy and nice.

Ludwig pushed in a second finger while using his free hand to brush across Feliciano’s nipple roughly.

Feliciano squirmed at the tingling feeling that spread from his chest. It made his hands itch for contact. “Ludwig…can you untie me? I want to…touch you.”

“No” was Ludwig’s instant reply. He liked having Feliciano tied up this way. When Feliciano had his hands free, Ludwig always got too distracted and missed out all the wonderful expressions the Italian could come up with. “Now don’t ask anymore unless you want me to use the gag again.”

Feliciano shook his head from side to side hastily, he didn’t want the gag again. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Good.” Ludwig curled the three fingers he had inside Feliciano.

Feliciano’s entire body arched, almost painfully. His cheeks were flushed, not blotchy from crying, but a light pink from exertion.

Ludwig continued to stimulate Feliciano’s prostate with his fingers for a while. Hearing Feliciano’s breathless voice made Ludwig reluctant to stop, but he withdrew his hand. Anymore and Feliciano was sure to lose control.

Feliciano whimpered at the loss, he was so close. He opened his eyes and looked at Ludwig pleadingly.

Ludwig reminded himself to close his mouth and swallow. His mouth had started to water at the sight in front of him. Snapping out of his daze, Ludwig grabbed the abandoned lube and slathered the slick substance onto his cock, hissing at the cold temperature of the liquid, not bothering to warm it up in his rush.

“Ludwig…please…” Feliciano began, but stopped in midsentence, suddenly embarrassed at himself.

The screen dimmed, Ludwig almost cursed at the interruption. What now? It just had to stop at the best part didn’t it? He reached for the power button of the Wii, glaring at the screen, completely annoyed at the turn of events.

But before his finger reached the power button, words started to flash across the screen as if they were being typed.

“Continue or…” Ludwig read the words aloud. The game hadn’t developed a bug after all; it was just a decision scene. “…stop or…make him beg…”

Ludwig reread each option three times each, he could feel himself fretting too much over this decision. He needed to do this in an organized manner. Analyse each option and single out the best one. Simple.

“Continue” seemed like a good option, he would definitely choose it but the third option seemed very appealing as well. The “Stop” option was a definite no, why did Kiku even put it in there? This was an H game after all, who in their right mind would stop? Maybe there was some sort of deeper meaning to this that Ludwig wasn’t getting. A special route? It was plausible. But on second thought, Kiku might have put it there for practical use…Ludwig cast a nervous glance around his room, just in case.

Ludwig shook his head, he was being stupid. Getting paranoid over playing an adult game was pathetic. He knew what he wanted and no one was around to stand witness.

Ludwig chose to make Feliciano beg for it.

Ludwig positioned himself at Feliciano’s entrance, nudging the ring of muscle but didn’t go any further.

“Ludwig? What’s wrong?” asked Feliciano, Ludwig was acting strangely today.

Ludwig leaned closer to Feliciano until his mouth was inches away from Feliciano’s ear. “Describe exactly what you want me to do to you.”

Feliciano shuddered at the low husky voice, feeling slightly faint at the concept of being ordered to do something so…dirty. “I…can’t….”

“Well if you can’t…I guess I’ll just go to the bathroom and relieve myself. I could just leave you here until I finish.” The corners of Ludwig’s mouth stretched upwards in a thin smile as he whispered hotly into Feliciano’s ear.

Feliciano’s eyes widened. Ludwig wouldn’t do that, it was too cruel! All the same, dread swelled from the centre of his chest. He didn’t want Ludwig to leave, but he didn’t want to say those words. He hesitated. Drops of sweat rolled down his face as he thought about his predicament.

“Feliciano. Say it now.” Ludwig moved his hips a fraction, reminding Feliciano of exactly what he was supposed to say.

“N-no…I can’t…” stuttered Feliciano.

“It’s not that hard. Say it!” Ludwig hissed, tugging on Feliciano’s erogenous hair.

Feliciano’s world spun and something inside of him snapped. He needed this. He wanted this.

“Just stop stalling and do…” Feliciano placed the heel of his foot around Ludwig’s lower back and pushed, “this.” Feliciano winced slightly but did not falter, he had enough of Ludwig playing around this time.

Ludwig had not anticipated that move, much less from Feliciano. He had completely tensed up once he entered. If he moved, he was definitely going to come. Feliciano always felt good and Ludwig had been holding back for a while already.

Feliciano sorely wished his hands were free, it didn’t feel right without being able to touch or caress. Plus his hair was sticking uncomfortably to his forehead again, it was most irritating.

Ludwig felt, rather than heard Feliciano’s demand to move. The kick to his lower back wasn’t painful but it annoyed him that Feliciano was ordering him around. He probably did go too far with his teasing this time, but Feliciano was completely out of place.

Feliciano removed his leg from Ludwig’s back when he felt the man move.
Ludwig was about to explode when he shifted slightly, but caught himself and exercised the extreme willpower he was so famous of. It’d be the end of the world if Feliciano ever got the better of him. “Brace yourself Feliciano.”

Feliciano would’ve scoffed at the irony of the order. But suddenly all his senses were overwhelmed and possessed completely. He could only feel Ludwig, see him, hear him, smell him, even taste him. Every part of him belonged to Ludwig.

Ludwig gripped Feliciano’s hip so hard as he plunged into the slick depths, bruises were surely to show up the next day. But he didn’t care; his sole purpose was to make Feliciano submit. And he’d make sure that Feliciano would enjoy it.

Feliciano had asked for it and he didn’t regret it. It was completely different to the type of sex they usually had, being utterly owned felt so good in so many ways.

Despite Ludwig’s initial concern that he wouldn’t be able to last long, Feliciano was miles ahead of him. Even as the last waves of pleasure ridden post-orgasm rippled through Feliciano’s body, Ludwig kept up with his fast, ruthless pace.

Slamming one last time into Feliciano’s relaxed body, all the concentrated energy Ludwig had harnessed, released itself, flowing into Feliciano’s body.

Ludwig barely managed to pull out before he collapsed next to Feliciano. His chest heaved; it was evident that it was taking a great deal of effort to just breathe.

Feliciano just lay quietly next to Ludwig. His body was starting to feel extremely heavy, but the worst part was that he felt very sticky and sweaty as well.

Ludwig was too engrossed in the sounds of panting and detailed graphics to notice that someone had moved to stand directly behind him. It was hardly his fault he didn’t realize; after all he tackled every single task with a focused mind.

It wasn’t a mistake to choose the “Prevent Feliciano from escaping” option after all; the entire event progressed so perfectly, Ludwig was almost convinced that it was déjà vu. But that wasn’t possible; he couldn’t do that to Feliciano. Feliciano was his only friend that he trusted, good thing that these games existed.

Ludwig decided he had enough excitement for the day, so he saved the game and shut down the Wii. He stood up to stretch and decided he needed to go to the bathroom before he slept to take care of a certain problem that arouse during the course of the game. Ludwig turned around to head for the door and froze.

“Ludwig…” said the person standing in front of his bedroom door, head and eyes downcast, “What was that all about?”

Ludwig couldn’t answer; he only managed to utter the person’s name.

“…Feliciano.”