LittleMissOddball

it's herreeeeeeee! My next update for my Gimmick Game Fic. Just a heads up guys, I might have gone a little bit overboard with the scenes and all so I think you must fancy a tissue box? You guys know the drill! comment and kudos! <3

Again you’re off in a different world, where only you are satisfied,
So why do you say you love me and pretend not to know?
Today your, ‘I love you’ is rotten again
Because---(I can’t love anyone but you)
There at your nape, look, I can see your lie.


Mathias returned after a couple of minutes. Lukas had finished bathing and was on the couch, typing away at his PC, notes and leaflets strewn around him. Mathias came over and gave him a little peck on the cheek. Lukas’ hands ceased all action and faced the smiling Dane.

“Thesis? I’ll make you some coffee.”
“Ah, yeah thanks.”
“Sit tight, babe.” Mathias gave him another kiss then moved to the kitchen while the Norwegian’s eyes followed him work his way around the area of pots and pans. Lukas rarely saw Mathias in the kitchen. But on some special occasions, when he did, Lukas would admire his slender fingers as he flipped pans and spatula and whip up an amazing dinner. Of course, the main dish would always be served in bed, but food made by Mathias was always a welcome luxury.

He closed his notebooks and then walked towards the Dane who was busy making finger food. He walked up behind him and put his arms around his waist. Mathias’ hands ceased all movements and turned to the blushing Norwegian. He gave a small smile before taking him into his arms then giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“What’s with the sudden attack, babe? Though I must admit, it is quite the turn-on” he whispered. Lukas said nothing in return and instead clasped him tighter. It hadn’t been a while since they last made love, but it seemed like his back got wider and leaner. Being a soccer player, Mathias had trained his body day and night in order to get the necessary body build for the sport. Mathias chuckled. “I’ll join you in a bit, after I’m done here.” He said, kissing him on the forehead.

“Leave me alone. I’m taking a break so let me watch you while you work.”
“Well, I can’t work with a sexy Norwegian holding onto me for dear life, so how about he stands beside me instead so he can get a first class view of his equally sexy Danish lover instead?”

Now it was Lukas who let out a chuckle. “Heh. Sexy is right.” he grinned. He stood on his tiptoes and gave Mathias a quick kiss on the neck, leaving a red mark on a visible part of his neck.

Like chains snapping suddenly, Mathias swerved, taking the Norwegian by the waist then forcefully locking their lips together. Surprised, Lukas squirmed from the attack but then slowly melted into the kiss. With ease, Mathias switched their positions, laying Lukas flat on the counter and continued kissing him, occasionally letting go for breath, his hands working their way under the Norwegian’s slender body and caressing his pale skin. Lukas felt his cold hands moving under his shirt, his fingers encircling, teasing his perk nipples. He arched upward longing for more contact, internally cursing at the layers of cloth that came between them. They let go completely, gasping for breath. Lukas clung onto Mathias’ shoulder while the latter moved down to take off his pants and underwear, Lukas aiding him to hasten the process. The sound of the belt coming off and the rustling of cloth made them both more conscious as well as wanting more for the other. The Norwegian waited in anticipation, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Then he felt the warm sloppy sensation of the Dane’s mouth engulfing his member.

Lukas moaned, begging Mathias to slow down as he grasped the Dane by his spiky blond hair. Mathias disregarded the Norwegian’s plea and instead hastened his speed. Lukas gasped, removing his hands from his lovers and bringing them to his mouth in order to stifle the dirty sounds he was making. “You seduced me first, Lukas. I would be a madman to resist you.”

Lukas was putty in Mathias’ hands. Just down there and he was already feeling so much. As always, the Dane knew what made him feel good, it was infuriating to know that all his efforts to hide the obvious pleasure from the Dane’s tongue would be futile. All he could do now was let himself drown in the ministrations and let himself reach climax while Mathias explored every inch and corner of his body, leaving not a single space untouched, permanently etching his touch so that Mathias is the only thing he’d ever feel.

Just when he thought he had full control of his climax, Mathias hovered his tongue over Lukas’ hole, tracing its shape then slowly inserted a finger, followed by his tongue. Lukas gasped at the invasion and the broken control. He could feel himself coming, try as he might to control it any longer.

“Mathias...I don’t want it here...ahh...on the counter...” he said between gasps. “...bed...please...”
“Are you close, babe?”
“N-no way...”
“You’re not so honest, are you?” Mathias gave a small flick at the tip of Lukas’ member. That was all it took to break the bonds of Lukas’ control as his vision blurred followed by the familiar warmth of semen spreading on his belly and on his face, a few amounts spilling onto the gray counter. Lukas shuddered from the release. Mathias locked lips with his lover, licking from his lips the taste of Lukas and savoring the bitter taste. “Your body certainly knows its pleasure, doesn’t it Lukas?”

“Idiot. Look at the mess you made.” he pulled a tissue from the box Mathias placed beside him and wiped off the patches from the surface. Mathias gave him a small peck on the forehead, slightly grinning.

“Isn’t that fine? The kitchen smells of you. I like it.”

Lukas then grabbed him by the collar and once again crashed his lips onto the Dane’s, locking them into another heated kiss. “Idiot Dane. Now I’m turned on. Hurry up and bring me to bed already.”

Mathias looked at him lovingly, lust growing steadily in his eyes as he lifted Lukas into his arms. “I will show no mercy. We were rudely interrupted a while ago but I’m doing my best keeping myself in check.”

“Don’t do that, please.” Lukas sat up and wound his arms around arms around Mathias and putting their foreheads close together. “Wreck me. Mark me. Do whatever you want. I belong to you.”

Mathias crashed lips with Lukas and walked briskly towards their room, the smaller one cradled in his arms princess style. Lukas felt nice to the touch. Warm like any human being but as fragile as any porcelain glass. Mathias wanted to very much turn him into a mess, make it that Lukas never let anyone touch him again. Lock him away so that his beauty was all for his to keep, to behold. But he could not do that. Not when he loves him this much.

He skillfully opened the door then threw Lukas onto the bed and ripped off the only piece of clothing that stood between him and his lover’s pale chest. He roamed his tongue on his bottom lip then proceeded to leaving marks Lukas’ neck, to which the other lustfully responded with gasps and moans. Lukas kept himself busy with the buttons on Mathias’ shirt, desperate for the extra contact. He shuddered as he felt Mathias’ hands roam his chest, making him let go of the buttons and completely ripping of the Dane’s shirt.

“A bit aggressive aren’t we?” Mathias growled.
Lukas could only nod silently, cheeks burning red under Mathias’ steely gaze.

Mathias removed his hands from the Norwegian’s side and fumbled with his pants to reveal a very much erect member.

“Now just relax, babe. I promise it will feel good in a while, so hang onto me.”
Even when I tell him to be rough, he’s still so gentle.

Is he like this too with Emil?

Like a flash of lightning cutting through the sky, Mathias entered him, filling him up slowly, then hastening his pace. Lukas wound his arms Mathias’ neck while the other held him by his waist, desperate to go deeper and hit him at the spots he knew was best.

That’s it, Mathias. Harder. Faster. Deeper. More than anyone, mark me with your scent. And then, as I overwrite my brother’s scent, remember.

Remember whom you belong to.

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Lukas was stirred by the warm touch of the morning sun and the soft breeze that entered the small opening by the windows. He moved on his other side to avoid the ray of light reflecting in his eyes, bumping into a figure beside him. He was greeted by a naked Dane snoring soundly his head buried face down in his pillow, a trail of saliva pooling just beneath the edge of his lips. Lukas moved slowly so as not to wake Mathias, letting the smooth blanket slip down and revealing his pale and naked torso.

Last night had just been perfect, as was any other night when the Dane held him so strongly yet so gently in his arms. He reached out for his phone lying atop the nightstand, wincing at the stinging at his bottom and checked the time. It read Tuesday 6:00 am but his first majors class would not start till late this afternoon. Mathias on the other hand only had three hours left until he had to go. He swiftly got up and moved to the other side to gather up his clothes. He remained by the Dane’s bedside while putting on his clothes when he noticed a bright red mark on his nape. He tried to recall if he had left that mark over there from last night but failed. And Mathias was a little overpowering last night that all he could leave was that one lousy kiss mark from when they were down in the kitchen.

There was only one other possible person close enough to have been able to give him that mark. And Lukas did not like it.

Suddenly, he felt a violent churning in his stomach. He rushed to the bathroom, releasing everything he had eaten from yesterday down to the last drop of water into the urinal. He felt sick, disgusted and downright violated. It was not the first time he had seen such a thing. They both left marks on each other where it was visible for everyone to see, but perhaps because it was a mark he had not made, but it was Emil’s, his own brother’s, that it made him sick. It was a special mark he thought only he could have the right to leave, but Emil had taken part of that special privilege.

When the thought struck him, he felt the violent churning again.
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Eggs and sausages sizzled in the pan and the coffee maker buzzed turning the kitchen into an orchestra of the early mornings. Lukas was still half naked with only his pants to cover him allowing his chest to feel the morning breeze. He was so engrossed with his cooking as well as his own thoughts that he didn’t sense Mathias’ presence creep up to him and then kissing him. He nearly dropped the spatula and called for help when he turned around to see his lover also half naked with only his boxer shorts on, grinning like an idiot as he wrapped his arms around the Norwegian’s thin waist feeling him up.

“Good morning, babe. Don’t you smell good?” He kissed him one again on the cheek and once on Lukas’ nape.

He wanted to say something sweet in return, but held back when he remembered the kiss mark on his nape. He looked away and returned to his chore not making a sound and praying that the sizzle of the pan was enough to douse the awkward atmosphere floating about him. “Don’t be stupid. That’s the smell of oil, idiot Dane.” He said, managing the quiver in his voice.

Mathias was surprised at the sudden cold shoulder and wondered what he could have done so early in the morning. Before he could even ask, the doorbell rang cutting the silence between them. Mathias reluctantly let him go.

“I’ll get it.”
“…thanks.”

Mathias grabbed his shirt then moved towards the door and opening it to welcome a good friend of theirs from college, the Finnish Tino and his Swedish lover Berwald,

They paid their greetings and Mathias let them in.

“Lukas! We’ve come to visit.”
“Tino, Berwald. Good morning. I was just fixing up breakfast. Care to join us?” Lukas walked in with an apron tied around his waist, his upper part of the body now clothed in a gray house shirt that belonged to Mathias. In his hands, he held two plates of newly cooked breakfast, steam rising from them.

“It’s fine Lukas. We won’t be long anyway. Here are the materials I promised you!” Tino handed him a white paper bag which Lukas gratefully took as they continued talking. Mathias stared at the exchange, mostly because Lukas now seemed to have a different demeanor compared to the one he had three seconds ago. A spark of jealousy rose in him but he repressed it while reminding himself that Tino was only a friend and Lukas would never cheat on him. Not with Tino and not with anybody.

Even if he was.

“-th’as. M’th’as!”

He quickly snapped out of his reverie to the deep baritone sound of Swedish English. He turned to the taller, blond Berwald whose glasses gleamed sharply with the rays of the sun. He was wearing a white woolen sweater over a blue shirt, with the cuffs and collar sticking out. His pants were khaki in color that wrapped around his legs just right. Even in plain daylight, those blue eyes seemed as menacing as ever adding to his ever emotionless face. Mathias knew the kindred spirit in the man, other than the connection of having male lovers of course.

“I’m sorry, what?”
“Y’r m’nd ‘s fly’ng. I ‘sked ‘f you’d come with ‘s t’ uni.”
“Is it? I didn’t get enough sleep last night. Lukas was a little too irresistible last night.” He chuckles as he recalled last night’s Lukas begging him to enter and letting out moans of pleasure like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But it hadn’t even been 24 hours and he had ticked the Norwegian off again.

Berwald opened his mouth to say something but clasped them shut when Tino grabbed his arm. He shook his head in defeat instead.

“I‘ll g’ ‘nd get th’ c’r.”
“Thanks Ber.”
“I’ll see you guys out.”
Berwald left ahead while Tino went back to the kitchen to get their things and chat with Lukas for a bit while Mathias ran upstairs to retrieve the keys at the top of the drawer beside their bed. He then escorted Tino out their condominium apartment.

No one roamed the carpeted hallway except for the cleaning people in charge for that day. He led him through the lines of doors to the elevator until the basement parking. In the elevator, Tino was unusually quiet and the only sound between them was the silly elevator music. Mathias decided to ask but thought otherwise reasoning that maybe his thesis was just getting to him again. He had one question he was quite eager to ask, though.

“Say, Tino. Where were you last night?”
Tino flinched, the question catching him by surprise. “Why”
“Nothing, just thought you look this tired so early in the morning.”
“O-oh. I was out last night.”
“…alone?”

The elevator sounded and the doors swung open to the concrete basement parking. A blue Porsche was parked just few steps away from the elevator with Berwald at the wheel. The two of them stepped out of the elevator and walked to the car, Mathias opening the door for Tino. The stared at Mathias for a while as if deciding whether or not he should answer his question. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.

“Yeah I was alone…”
Mathias’ heartbeat hastened, as he felt a heavy burden drop on his shoulders nearly making him miss the Finnish’s next words.

“…with Lukas.”
“W-What?”
“I was alone with Lukas in the library last night. He called me and asked if I could help him out with his thesis. I was here to bring some reports he had left with me. Is there something wrong, Mathias?”
“O-Oh. Okay. I see. Thanks.”
Tino chuckled a bit before entering the car and closing the door behind him. He rolled down the window and Mathias stooped down. “I never took you for someone so protective, Mathias.”
“This is Lukas we’re talking about. I have to be extra everything. Including protective.” Mathias replied, jokingly.

Tino gave him a small smile and Berwald tipped his head before rolling up the window then maneuvered them out of the parking and onto the streets, leaving Mathias alone with the rest of the parked cars.
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The ride was silent. The radio had been turned off and no amount of sunlight could bring back the life in Tino’s smile.
“Wife.”
“What have I done?”

“Tino, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Wh’t c’ ‘ld y’u h’ve d’ne?”

“Sure! What is it?”
“If anyone asks, tell them you were with me tonight.”
“Huh? Sure, but why?”
“Please, Tino.”

Berwald said nothing and continued driving. One hand gripped the stirring wheel, absorbing all the anger he had pent up while the other held his lover’s tightly, unsuccessfully trying to coax him into holding back the tears.
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Mathias opened the door to the apartment, expecting the Norwegian eating silently at the table with the same frown on his face. Instead, he sees Lukas all dressed and ready to go, his bags and his things on the couch waiting for him while he gulped down a bottle of milk from the kitchen fridge. It struck him as odd, especially knowing that Lukas’ class wasn’t until this afternoon. The Norwegian on the other hand spoke not a single word and continued on with his routine task. The silence was deafening.

“Babe, leaving so early? Have breakfast with me. And you put so much effort into making it.” Mathias said, trying to keep his voice cheerfully in check.

“Don’t worry, I had my fill while you escorted Tino and Ber downstairs. If I feel hungry, I’ll just grab a few bites from the canteen. I have to rush to the department and get my thesis done.” The Norwegian replied, never taking his eyes off what he was doing and never even looking the Dane in the eyes and simply walked past him, letting Mathias a whiff of the snowdrop shampoo he used on him. The taller blond willed for his hand move up to grab Lukas and take him again, make it that he couldn’t leave the room today and make a total mess of him. But it seemed like he had become unable to move.

“Jeg elsker dig, Lukas” Was all he could utter softly before the door slammed shut behind him "It can't be anyone but you."

He buried his head in his hands, fully aware that the words would never reach him now and that he had lost all rights to even utter that person’s name
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Lukas lingered at the door for a while before leaving. His heart ached. It screamed for him to burst through the door and forget all that was going on and start anew.

But he would not lose. Two could play at this game and right now, he was entering a crucial moment.

He lifted his sights to the window overlooking the campus town, cloaked by the oceanic sky.

“Jeg elsket deg, Mathias.”