The Boy Who Cried Wee-wee-wee, All the Way Home

Title:  (1/1) The Boy Who Cried Wee-wee-wee, All the Way Home

Author: Arukas

Series: Axis Powers Hetalia

Pairing: Germany/Prussia

Summary: Prussia needs to show some restraint before Germany has to put some on him!  Too late.  On the long trip home, Prussia complains and bothers his brother the whole time.  But just like the boy who cried wolf, when it really mattered his cries fell upon deaf ears.

Warnings for this chapter: oneshot, m/m yaoi gay etc., unprotected sex, watersports, anal, light bondage, rim job, blow job, incest, humiliation

Rating for this chapter: NC-17

Word Count: 2,191



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Gilbert cursed as he pulled at the restraints some more.  His hands were held together my make-shift handcuffs, made out of zipties, which were then in turn zip tied to the handle above the passenger side door inside of his brother’s car.  Surely such a flimsy piece of material couldn’t withstand his awesome strength!  But alas, it did – “oh shit handle” indeed.

“West, untie me!”

“You should have left when Hungary asked you to, Bruder(1).”

“Untie me!”

“You should have gotten into the car when I asked you to, Bruder.”

“Are you even listening?  Untie me or I’ll never buy you beer again!”

Ludwig shook his head and “tsk”-ed.  They had a long way to go before they got back to his house and the struggle to haul his brother away had taken up more time than he first expected.  For a few minutes, there was blesses silence.  Until…

“Urgh, I drank a couple too many bottles back there to quench my awesome thirst.  Pull over!”

“Should have went before we left.”

Prussia bit the inside of his cheeks.  “I mean it, I really have to go-ow!”  He rubbed his head against his arm as he narrowed his red eyes at the offending bottle laying on the floor that Germany had thrown at his head.  “Oh, haha.  Lemme just pick that up and piss right in it…  Gonna hold my dick for me, or am I supposed to use my feet?  You’re a real jerk!”  Gilbert wiggled in his seat and tried the restraints again.  Why did he still need to be tied up for anyways?  Not like he’s going to jump out of the moving car and run back there just to harass the girl again.  The platinum blonde kicked at the bottle, bouncing it off the dash to hit the power-window button.  Hmm…

Blue eyes darted between the road and the passenger window being lowered.  Ludwig pulled off the road and slammed on his breaks.  Gilbert had started to wiggle himself up into a semi-standing position at the open window.  The German had just managed to catch his older brother before the idiot fell and dislocated his shoulder.  “You’re going to kill yourself!”

“More like you’re going to kill me!  What was that for?!”  Gilbert leaned towards the open window and kicked his little brother in the head.  “Idiot.  If you’re going to stop, tell me first.  Now untie me so I can GO already!”

Ludwig rubbed at the sore spot on his head and looked at his dampened fingers with a frown.  He was bleeding a bit.  If he had known Prussia was going to be this troublesome, he wouldn’t have come to fetch him.  Now he’s going to have to waste even more time to make sure he’s not going to hurt himself.  Germany got out of the car and walked around the other side to open Prussia’s door.

The older country was delighted at first, to finally be getting his way… Until he realized that West was pulling his legs up instead of out.  The albino struggled and trashed about when he saw more of the zipties being produced from West’s pockets.  He put up the best fight that he could, but admittedly his little brother wasn’t so little and could overpower him easily enough.  Within a few minutes his legs were bents at the knees and spread far apart; one was tied back to be attached to his seatbelt (now correctly fastened to hold him down) and the other was raised a bit so that it could be tied back to the higher part of the seat belt.  Now he couldn’t even have the luxury of pressing his knees together to help hold back his urge to urinate.  “Look, West, I’m sorry!  Please let me go!  I’ll even use the stupid bottle if you want me to, I just really really REALLY need to go.”

But Germany had already shut the door and was walking back over to his side.  He ignored Prussia as he got into the car and sped off to try and make-up for the lost time.  He had an important meeting with Japan tonight and being tardy is just not acceptable for an upstanding German.  He tried to continue to ignore his brother, thinking him just to be over reacting, but it became difficult when snuffling started coming from the direction of the passengers seat.  The blonde looked over to meet the teared-up gaze.

“Bitte(2), Bruder, ich muss pinkeln(3)!”

Blue eyes looked away quickly as a blush started to color the German’s face.  “Just hold on and I’ll stop as soon at I can.”  But it was too late.

Gilbert cried out in desperation as the small patch of dampness started to grow over his pants.  He tried vainly to stop the flow, but he had held it for too long as it was.  The golden liquid was pouring out rapidly now, puddling on the seat and floor below him.  Red eyes closed tightly in embarrassment as the car pulled over and stopped.  The engine was cut off so that the sound could be heard more clearly in the finely made car.  The last few droplets dripped down, splashing into the puddle on the floor.  The noise seemed infinitely louder since the brothers were sitting in silence.  “I hope you’re happy…”

Truth is, Ludwig was extremely happy at this moment.  He reached over and rand his fingers over the warm, wet cloth that was now clinging to the smaller country’s vital regions.  “Bruder…” he breathed out with a shaky voice.  The member under his hand began to twitch.  He grasped it fully and rubbed it through the cloth, making the body beneath buck up.  “It looks like you’re starting to become happy with the situation as well, Bruder.”

“West, don’t,” Gilbert pleaded unconvincingly, turning his head away in embarrassment from growing hard under the circumstances.  He whimpered as the hand pulled away; the liquid was fast cooling and becoming uncomfortable.  Before he realized it, a weight was being settled on top of him.  He turned his head back and met his brother’s gaze face to face, then lowered it down to see the rest of him.  He was hard as well, but naked from the waist down.  “Wha-?”

“Unlike some people, I don’t like getting my pants wet.”

“I hate you.  Shut up.”

Lips pressed roughly together.  Ludwig returned his hand back down to between their bodies to continue sexually molesting his brother through his soaked clothing.  The tangy scent was making his head spin.  He undid the pants quickly, releasing the thick manhood.  Prussia shuddered beneath him from being exposed to the air.  The German brought his hand up and pressed it to his brother’s mouth.  Gilbert tried to pull back, but was already against the seat.  Ludwig presses his own mouth forward, sandwiching the hand between them.  He licked the ruminants of piss from his fingers, darting his tongue between them to rub at his beloved’s lips.  The German pushed his hips forward and shuttered as their hard-ons rubbed together.  The older man’s lips separated and he took the advantage to slid his tongue in, gently easing the taste buds to accept the foreign taste of the discarded liquid.

Gilbert moaned and sucked one of the fingers that was slid into his mouth, followed quickly by another.  He wanted badly to touch West, but his hands were still well above his head.  There just wasn’t enough friction below to do anything but annoy him.  The slicked fingers slid out of his mouth.  Before he could question it, one was promptly pushed past the tight ring of muscle and into his ass.  He flinched at the quick intrusion, but was soon panting and moaning like a slut when Ludwig has forced two more in and out of the tight passage.  With his pants still on, the fingers were angled awkwardly inside of him, but he didn’t care.  All that mattered was that he was being filled up with something.

Ludwig removed his fingers and tore at the pants; the zipper had scratched up his hand.  Now he would have full access to all the fun bits of his brother.  He pulled the lever on the side of the seat, moving it back so make more room on the floor.  The German knelt down into the puddle and began stroking himself.  The scent was much stronger here closer to the congregation of it and the source.  He took the thick member into his mouth, running his tongue along the sides to clean it off.  Bobbing his head, he took in more and more of it until his nose was nestled against the patch of silver hair at the base.  Ludwig swallowed, constricting his throat around the tip.

Gilbert gasped.  He would have thrust forward is there was anything left to thrust.  He pulled harder at the handle, trying to free himself.  He wanted to bury his fingers in the mop of blonde hair in front of him and just thrust in and out of that mouth madly.  When his littler brother pulled away, he tried to follow him but was held back by the seatbelt and zipties.  He growled in anger and tried to twist out of them.  He needed that hot mouth back where it was!

While Prussia was distracting himself with futile attempts of escape, the German moved his head down farther.  He darted his tongue out to flick at the pink pucker.  Swirling the tongue in circles, he moved his hands up to spread the cheeks apart – making the hole open up just slightly.  Ludwig dipped his tongue into the opening, curling it up and pulling back to tease the creased flesh of the entrance.  He hummed in amusement as he slid his tongue in further, completely sheathing it inside of the warm cavern in a promise of things to come.

“Bruder, don’t!”  Gilbert was panting and shaking his hips to try to get more of the pleasure.  He was able to stop himself before, but now he didn’t know if he’d be able to do it again.  “Bitte… Bitte, Bruder!”  Prussia shook his head wildly from side to side, trying to deny what was about to happen.  “Stehen sie auf(4). Stoppen sie ihn(5)!  West, BITTE!!!”

Ludwig continued his ministrations, letting his brother’s pleas fall upon deaf ears.  He peered up at the struggling figure.  The liquid was coming out again, this time not constricted by clothing.  Germany closed one eye as the warm, golden nectar ran splashed upon his face, running down to drip from his chin.  He moaned, pulling his tongue out from the tight passage as the piss ran in rivets down to and over his cock.  The blonde grabbed onto his older brothers cock, pulling it down to direct the flow right onto his dick which he was now stroking.  He couldn’t take it any more!  “Bruder!” he moaned as he pressed his cock against the tight entrance.  It slowly spread open to welcome him in, griping at him tightly.  Blue eyes rolled back as he sank in completely to be fully engulfed by the tight heat.

The older one shuddered at the feeling of being so completely full.  Even when the hardened cock was being pulled out of him, he could still swear that he felt it.  His little brother thrust in again, rubbing against his prostate.  Gilbert screamed, arching his back off the seat.

Germany griped his brother’s cock once more, jerking it in time with his thrusts.  He couldn’t last much longer and wanted to have Gil finish with him.  Leaning forward, he licked at the sweat covering Prussia’s chest.  He ran his tongue along the curve of the pectoral muscles, then back up to circle around the dusty pink nipple.  Ludwig nipped at the tender, pink bud gentle, eliciting a throaty moan.  He grasped onto his older brother, holding onto him tightly as he pumped him full of his seed.

The blonde nuzzled against the smooth chest beneath him.  He sighed contently, reaching into the armrest compartment to fish out his army knife.  His eyes were still half lidded as he sat back, cutting away the plastic restraints.  Ludwig kisses at the red rings encircling his brother’s flesh, silently apologizing for being so rough.  He had just opened his mouth to suggest that Bruder lay in the back to rest for the rest of the trip home when instead a surprised yelp escaped past his lips instead.

Prussia was on top now, smiling a toothy grin at the back of West’s head.  As soon as he had been released he took the opportunity to flip is post-coitally-weaked brethren over, wedging his larger upper body between the front seats – completely immobilizing him.  Gilbert laughed victoriously at this awesome turn of events.  He had been humiliated and used, on top of an annoyingly wet seat no less!  Not only that, but West wasn’t even competent enough to finish him off.  But now is the time for the rise of the Black Eagle, baby!

Revenge, like beer, is a dish best served cold.

Translations: (used to emphasize Prussia's pleading)

(1) Bruder = brother

(2) Bitte = please

(3) ich muss pinkeln = I need to pee

(4) Stehen sie auf = get up

(5) Stoppen sie ihn = stop it