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Cross-posted from Hetachallenge

Title: Dispelling Their Fear Of Intimacy
Author: kira
Claim: Prussia
Character(s): Prussia, Frederick II
Table/Prompt: Angst/ Prompt # 9, Fear
Word Count: 2904
Rating: M
Summary: A couple of glasses of wine lead to a deeper intimacy between Frederick and Prussia
Author’s note: My beta is unavailable, so this was looked over by myself; any errors within are my own.

The air in the king’s room, at San Souci, was cool and damp as they sat there, drinking wine, and discussing the events of the day over the remains of their supper. Prussia wondered if he should get up and make a fire, despite the fact that it was summer. Instead, he poured himself another glass of wine. “Would you some more wine, Fritz?”

Frederick nodded, and picking up his glass, he drank the contents, before holding it out for Prussia to refill. “Merci, Gilbert,” he replied, giving his friend’s name a French lilt.

“De rien, mon roi,” Prussia smirked.

Frederick laughed. “I never thought I’d live to see the day I’d hear you speaking French!”

Prussia chuckled. “Yeah, well, stranger things have happened.”

“That’s for sure.” Frederick sipped his wine.

Prussia nodded as he set the wine bottle down and picked up his glass. The two of them sipped their wine in companionable silence. Before it could grow too big between them, Prussia asked, “Who do you plan on inviting out here this summer?”

Frederick snorted. “I just got here, Gilbert. Can’t I enjoy a bit of peace and quiet before the start of the social season?”

Prussia laughed. San Souci was his beloved king’s private retreat from the more formal court in Berlin. This was only his second summer here and while Frederick enjoyed the idea of it being set up like a bachelor retreat for his friends to enjoy without the bothersome company of women, Prussia knew he wanted, as well as needed, some time alone for himself. Still, invitations needed to be sent out. “I suppose so,” Prussia teased in answer to Frederick’s question.


“Forgive me, Fritz. Just don’t neglect things too long, okay?”

Frederick nodded. “I’ll give you a list tomorrow of who to invite.”

“Okay.” Prussia sipped his wine. Finishing the glass, he poured himself another one.

Frederick reached for the bottle and as he did so, his hand brushed lightly against Prussia’s when he grabbed it. He looked up at his friend, smiling shyly, as a delicate blush spilled across his cheeks. “Uhh…?” He held his breath, afraid of speaking and shattering the unintended moment.

Prussia’s breath caught in his throat as he looked up to meet Frederick’s gaze. As innocent and accidental as the touch was, it also sent his pulse racing like the most intimate of touches would. Remembering to breathe, Prussia licked his suddenly dry lips. “Would you like more wine?” he asked, his mind grabbing the most obvious statement in an attempt to say something.

“Please…” Frederick said, after he released the breath he had been holding.

Prussia nodded and filled Frederick’s glass. Setting the bottle down, he picked up his own glass. He tilted it towards his friend, before bringing it to his lips and drinking. Prussia smiled as Frederick followed suit. Narrowing his eyes, he studied his friend.

“Something wrong, Gilbert?”

“No…” Prussia got up and lit the candles on the table, casting a soft glow in the room while it held the lengthening shadows at bay. He sat back down, pulling his chair closer to Frederick.

The king leaned back in his chair and sipped his wine. He looked around the room, anywhere but directly at his friend. He blamed it on the wine, and yet, he could not stop drinking. Frederick felt it was better than admitting his feelings for his friend. Both men knew the king’s taste ran more to the masculine than feminine and while Prussia was okay with it, Frederick was not sure if he would be if he made advances towards him.

Prussia frowned. He had the feeling Frederick was trying to start something, but then he abruptly stopped and that left him wondering why. He made small talk with him, chatting about everything and nothing in particular, and as the candles burned down, their talk turned to things of a homoerotic nature. “I’d love to learn how to play your flute,” Prussia said, giving the word flute a slight emphasis.

Frederick laughed. “And I would love to give you lessons.”

“Oh, you would now?” Prussia smirked.

“I really would love to see you put your lips together…” The king leaned forward in his chair.

“And …?” Prussia said, meeting him halfway.


Prussia sighed. “Yes…” he purred; his eyes half-lidded as he set his wine glass down.

Frederick pursed his lips and blew softly. Raising his glass, he was about to take another sip, when Prussia grabbed his wrist.

“I think you’ve had enough, Fritz.” Prussia took the glass away from him and put it on the table. Feeling brave, Prussia tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes, kissing him chastely on the lips. He quickly drew back, but Frederick surprised him, by reaching out to hold his head there. His free hand, on Prussia’s thigh, pinned him in place.

Frederick’s kisses were hurried and sloppy, and very needy. Prussia answered him in kind. Coming up for breath, he murmured against the king’s lips, “The bed…?” Prussia mentally winced as he wondered what he had just gotten himself into, but he could not deny the fact that he found Frederick very attractive. A part of him that he tended to ignore, desired a physical relationship with his friend, despite the fact that growing up as a religious order, before becoming a country had left him very happy with a monastic lifestyle until now.

“Yeah…” Frederick said, breaking the kiss. He stood, and holding out his hands, he helped Prussia to his feet. Keeping a firm grip on Prussia’s hand, Frederick led him over to his bed. Turning to face him, the king kissed his friend.

Breaking the kiss, they gazed into each other’s eyes, noting that the fear they saw there was mirrored in their own as they fumbled with each other’s clothing. Prussia, closing his eyes, leaned in and kissed his beloved king softly, gently, keeping the hunger he felt for more at bay so as not to scare him. Frederick surprised him, however, by deepening the kiss, and Prussia opened his mouth, letting his beloved’s tongue in. He shivered and not from the damp, night air on his bare skin, but from Frederick’s tender touches. Breaking the kiss, Prussia chuckled. “I’m not made of glass, you know.”

Frederick also laughed. “I know, Gilbert, but I can’t help it.” He looked so sad that it tore at Prussia’s heart. “Every time I-”

Prussia swallowed his words in a kiss. “Sssh…” he murmured against Frederick’s lips. “That’s the past. I promise you, I’m not going anywhere without you.” Nor am I going to up and die on you…

“But-” The fear Frederick felt at losing him, like he had lost so many other people he had cared for in his life, was clearly seen in his eyes, when Prussia pulled back.

“But nothing, Fritz. The only place we’re going is to bed.” Taking Frederick’s face in his hands, Prussia kissed him long and hard, hoping to dispel that fear. Letting go of the king’s face, Prussia pushed Frederick’s shirt off his shoulders. He planted a few butterfly soft kisses on his bare shoulders, before capturing his lips with his own and kissing him deeply again.

Breaking the kiss, Frederick simply nodded. He ran his hands lightly over Prussia’s chest, feeling the hard contours of his musculature, and continuing downwards across the flat planes of his stomach, until he was stopped by the waistband of his pants. He fumbled with the buttons, brushing his hands against Prussia’s growing hardness.

Prussia moaned. Frederick’s touches were gentle and unsure, and unintentionally teasing. He thrust into his beloved king’s hand as his breathing quickened. He wanted him and he wanted him so much it hurt. “Let me help,” Prussia said, his voice low and husky. Reaching down he quickly opened his pants and taking Frederick’s hand, he wrapped it around his cock and stroked his burgeoning erection.

“Wait…” Frederick murmured.

Prussia gave him a puzzled frown. What the hell does he want me to wait for…? he wondered when he got his answer. Frederick kissed him, before dropping to his knees at Prussia’s feet. “Fritz…?” He moaned when the king engulfed him in his mouth. His hips jerking forward, Prussia wanted nothing more than to thrust into the warm wetness that surrounded his cock.

He was surprised at how good Frederick was, but then again, he was painfully inexperienced having been sheltered as a “child” by the Teutonic Knights. The arts of War, Prussia was well versed in, it was the arts of Love he was clueless about, as he had never had a human lover before and as a result had nothing really to compare this to. So Prussia just let the pleasurable sensations wash over him as he gripped the king’s shoulders to steady himself. Closing his eyes, Prussia tilted his head back and let out a soft moan. He was rushing headlong to his release and just when he felt like he could not take it any longer, he started to cum. Losing himself in the moment, Prussia moaned softly as he thrust again and again into his beloved’s mouth.

Frederick, who had not had a male lover since he was eighteen, was pleased he had not forgotten what he had learned all those years ago from his friend, Hans Hermann von Katte. He sucked Prussia dry while his friend, and now lover, climaxed. He pulled back and swallowed, before kissing his hip. Sitting back on his heels, Frederick looked up at Prussia, who looked down at him, a dopey grin on his face that the king returned. “That was…” he trailed off, at a loss for words. “Get up, Fritz,” he said when he could think again.

Frederick did as he was bidden. Closing his eyes, he met Prussia halfway for another kiss. Prussia deepened it, his tongue sliding against the king’s, as Frederick moaned softly into it while they wrapped their arms around each other. Grinding his hips against Prussia’s, Frederick wordlessly reminded him of his need. Breaking the kiss; Prussia murmured softly, “Let’s get in bed.”

“Okay,” was Frederick’s breathy reply.

They broke apart and headed towards the bed. The two of them laughing like little boys, they hopped about on one foot, while trying to remove their boots and it was not long before their clothes ended up in a tangled heap on the floor. They were giddy with excitement and eager to take things further. Naked, Frederick climbed onto the bed. Lying back against the pillows, he watched as Prussia padded around to the other side of the bed, before crawling onto it and over to him. They kissed, their hands eagerly exploring the other’s nude form, despite Frederick being painfully hard. He moaned when Prussia gripped his cock, stroking it.

“Voulez-vous me baiser?” Prussia said softly as he nuzzled his beloved’s cheek, the crass question sounding more refined in French.

“Oui…” Fredrick murmured as he turned his head and kissed him. Pushing Prussia onto his back, he straddled his hips, running his hands lightly over his beloved’s torso. Prussia tried arching into him, smiling sheepishly at Frederick over his thwarted attempt. The king was simply too heavy to move, not that Prussia really wanted to move him, but he got off him anyway. He watched as Frederick spat onto his finger tips and taking the hint, he pulled his legs back onto his chest. He moaned softly at his beloved’s gentle touch. Prussia liked the feeling of fullness as the king carefully prepped him. He moaned softly in anticipation of what would happen next.

Frederick spat into his hand, and using his saliva as a makeshift lube, he wiped it on the head of his cock. Moving into position, he slowly entered his beloved. Prussia, trying to get comfortable, wrapped his arms around him and they kissed when Frederick paused. Once they both were comfortable, the king began thrusting in and out of him, building his rhythm. Prussia’s tightness felt too good and after a couple more thrusts, Frederick moaned. “Gilbert….” He panted, shuddering when his orgasm finished.

“Fritzchen…” Prussia said softly as he slid his hand up to cup the back of Frederick’s head. Pulling his beloved close, he kissed him, long and hard. Breaking the kiss, Prussia winced when Frederick pulled out, the dryness making it hurt, although, he would do it again in a heartbeat, if his beloved king wanted him to.

They snuggled together, basking in their sexual high. Frederick rested his head on Prussia’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. When he sighed contentedly, Prussia asked, “Do you want to do it again?”

“Yes, but won’t it hurt you?” The king playfully rubbed Prussia’s nipple with his thumb, getting a soft moan form his lover as the tiny nub of flesh hardened.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”


“Yeah,” Prussia replied as he took his beloved’s hand, and lacing his fingers together with Frederick’s, he brought their hands to his lips, kissing the king’s fingers. Sensing Frederick’s hesitation, he asked, “What’s wrong, Fritzchen?”

“Sie wollen mich stattdessen ficken?” Frederick said in answer to his question. As much as he had enjoyed their brief encounter, he wanted to feel his friend inside him.

Prussia snorted. He was surprised his beloved had asked him to fuck him in German, but he appreciated the gesture. “But aren’t you afraid of getting hurt?”

“I trust you not to hurt me.” Frederick looked up at him.

“But you’re my king…”

“I thought I was your friend, Gilbert, and your lover,” Frederick gently admonished.

Prussia kissed his beloved’s fingers again. “You are and that’s why I don’t want to hurt you.”


“Yeah…” A faint blush spilled across Prussia’s cheeks. “But if you really want me to…”

“Then you’ll do it?”

Prussia nodded. “If that’s what my Fritzchen wants, then who am I to deny him?” he teased.

Frederick snorted. “I’ll have to remember that the next time you tell me I can’t do something,” he teased back.

They laughed. Letting go of his hand, Prussia pushed Frederick onto his back and blanketed him. As they kissed, he ground his hips into his beloved’s. His pulse racing, Prussia’s breathing quickened and he kissed Frederick hungrily. The king’s hands moved down the length of Prussia’s back, cupping his butt as he moaned softly into the kiss. Getting harder the longer they kissed, Prussia reluctantly got up off of him and sat back on his heels. He nervously prepped his beloved king. He was so afraid of hurting Frederick that it cooled his ardor to the point where he felt his desire waning. The king, however, had no such worries and he silently urged his lover on with tender touches.

This time around, their lovemaking was slow and gentle, tempered by Prussia’s fears. The more it appeared Frederick was enjoying himself, the more confident and relaxed he became. Picking up his pace, Prussia pushed them closer and closer to their release. Burying his face where Frederick’s neck met his shoulder, he moaned softly. The king was panting in his ear, and Prussia felt Frederick’s cock twitching between them as he tightly gripped Prussia’s shoulders. It was enough to push them both over the edge and Prussia, cumming hard, thrust inside a bit more roughly than he had intended. “Mir leid, Fritzchen…” he said softly.

Frederick winced, the pain pulling him from his sexual high when Prussia pulled out. They lay together, tangled in each other’s arms; Frederick’s spent lust coating their bellies. Prussia nuzzled him. “We should clean up, hunh?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to rouse the servants, Gilbert.”

“I think there’s enough water in the basin for two.”

“Okay, but then I want to get back into bed with you.” Frederick kissed him.

“Hell, if I had a choice, I wouldn’t get out of bed,” Prussia said between kisses.

Frederick laughed. “Then let’s go and get it over with.”

“You make it sound like something dreadful.”

“Sorry, but I’m cold and I’m tired and this bed is just too nice to leave,” Frederick said, his voice taking on a husky lilt.

“I promise you, Fritz, I’ll make it up to you when we get back.” Prussia reached between them and stroked his beloved’s cock. “I believe you wanted to see me play your flute…”

“I believe you’re right.”

They kissed. Sated and lazy, they made no effort to move for several minutes. When they did move apart and got out of bed, Prussia shivered in the damp night air when his bare feet hit the floor. They hurried over to the washbasin and cleaned up as best they could, before hurrying back to bed. Frederick threw back the blankets and crawled into bed, pulling them up over his naked form, while Prussia hunted around for something to wear.

“Leave it, Gilbert.”


“Just come back to bed and lie with me.”

“What if one of the servants sees us?” Prussia said as he got into bed.

“I don’t care. Besides, they know better than to talk.”

“If you say so…”

“I know so…”

Prussia kissed him. “Gute Nacht, Fritz, gut zu schlafen.”

“Bonne nuit, Gilbert. Fais de beaux rêves,” Frederick replied in French. He snuggled up next to Prussia. They lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms as they slowly drifted off to sleep.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 11th, 2013 09:07 pm (UTC)
Voltaire will be so jealous... LOL

The German word for fuck is just hilarious - every time, like a fart in church. I'm a bad person, I know.

Ah, porn - you never fail to amuse and lift my spirits, especially now when I need it the most :) Delicious...!
Mar. 11th, 2013 09:16 pm (UTC)
*laughs* Funny you should say that! I've read a fic over at DA, which is where I fell in love with this pairing, where Prussia was jealous of Voltaire. XD

*laughs* I know right? Saying the same thing in French sounds so classy, but say it in German & it's just soooo earthy! XD If you're a bad person, then so am I! *finds it just as hilarious* ;p

YAY! I'm glad I could make you feel better! *huggles* As much as these are supposed to be angsty, given the table being an angst one, this just refused to be angsty. XD

Mar. 15th, 2013 09:26 am (UTC)
There isn't nearly enough smut with these two in the world! This was really hot, and I liked how versatile it was with the things they did. And they were just adorable all through it.
Mar. 15th, 2013 06:43 pm (UTC)
I know, right?! I'm doing my best to change things too as the prompt calls for it. ;p

*blushes* Thanks! I don't buy into the whole top & bottom thing; I like to think they'd take turns, depending on their mood. Thanks you!
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