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"It has been a long time"
"Indeed"
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Rain poured from the sky, grey clouds thundering up above. There hadn't been a strike of lighting yet, but Lukas didn't mind, he sat on the porch sipping at his coffee. He looked on at the long country road before him, a faint smile on his lips.
His hands were wrapped securely around the mug as he breathed in the fresh steam of the drink. The rain was calming sound to him really, he much preferred it from sunshine. It gave him clarity, it seemed to always be there for him when he needed it most.
A door opened behind him; he turned his neck to see Berwald stood at the door with his cup of coffee. He gave a short nod of acknowledgement to the Norwegian man before coming over to sit beside him.
Lukas sighed, his head falling onto the shoulder of the other. They both looked on into the distance.
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"You are to be wed to me"
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Lukas twirled his fingers around the golden locks in front of him, he kissed the head of the sleeping man. He hummed softly, his other hand finding its way to the muscles on his arm. He traced them with his bony fingers, appreciating them with a sigh.
Berwald mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, smacking his lips as he moved his head to snuggle it into Lukas's arm. The man above him chuckled lightly, raking his fingers back through the hair on his head.
For once, Lukas lets himself be captivated in sweet domestic bliss. Admiring the way his beloved snored carelessly, it wasn't annoying but rather comforting. He knew he needn't worry as all was well.
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"I'm not here to be a replacement for him"
"Then don't be"
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A delightful smell filled Lukas's nose when he stepped through the door of the house, he smiled to himself before finding his way to the kitchen to find Berwald decorating cupcakes. He hadn't noticed the older blonde yet, so his face was the picture of concentration.
He was slowly circling the icing onto the cupcake, he stood back to admire his work and noticed Lukas leaning on the door frame. He nodded at the cupcake, an inviting gesture meaning he wanted the other to try it. He knew his lover was a sucker for his baking.
Not wanting to look too eager, despite the fact he was dying to try it, Lukas shuffled over to where Berwald was standing and took a bite into the small treat. It was of course delicious; he didn't doubt the Swedish man's baking ability for one moment.
Lukas gave a hum of approval and Berwald gave him one of his rare smiles before pulling the smaller one into a kiss.
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"If I am to be stuck here with you, I might as well make it worth my time"
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Berwald had Lukas pinned up against the wall, sucking and kissing at his neck. Small gasps being elected from Lukas, his arms wrapped around the taller man's neck.
He trailed lower to the smaller blonde's collar bone, nibbling at it. He moved to undress the other pulling the T-shirt off his head and doing the same with his own.
Lukas pushed his lover towards the bed, watching as the mattress dipped at his weight. He straddled the other's legs kissing his muscles, stroking his hands all over Berwald as he ground on the other's slowly forming erection electing a moan from the taller one.
The Swedish man's hand found Lukas's hair and dragged him back up so their lips could meet once again. The heat from the passion of their lips moving together was rising in each of their bodies.
They both quickly removed the rest of their clothes; Lukas was rubbing his length against his beloved's the friction causing his breath to become laboured. He reached over into their bedside table to fetch the lubricant.
He poured it on his fingers to warm it up, not wanting to hurt the other or bring any discomfort. He prepared his lover and slowly pushed his cock inside of the taller one.
It was moments like this where the two felt most vulnerable, Berwald falling apart underneath Lukas letting him see what he was truly like. Letting all of his walls come down.
Lukas leaned forward to push the other's hair behind his ear before he drew him into another kiss. Gasps, whimpers, and moans of pleasure drifted through the air and for a moment the Norwegian was thankful for where they lived.
A sharp inhaled came from Berwald as he reached his summit, Lukas, not far behind. Their eyes met and for a moment, time stopped.
The smaller blonde crumpled onto the other, both of their breaths heavy and the feeling of exhaustion was mutually felt.
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"I- I-"
"Yes?"
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The fire crackled and the hum of the TV filled Lukas's ears, he had a bottle of cider in hand. It had been a long week, work seemed never-ending and his boss had been very demanding. So, he treated himself to an alcoholic beverage. Not something he often did but, in his defence, he did deserve it.
He wasn't watching the TV; it was just background noise, so he didn't feel lonely. The house was empty, except for his cat who was sleeping soundly by the fire.
The front door opened, Lukas leaned back and smiled at the face he was greeted with.
Berwald came into the living room after taking off his shoes and coat, he looked down at the half-empty cider bottle on the coffee table with a quirk on his eyebrow but decided not to judge. He knew Lukas had been to hell and back this week.
Instead, he sat on the couch and pulled the other into an embrace. Lukas all but collapsed into it, the warm feeling of the other gave him the comfort he had been craving for a while. It felt nice to be held, to be wanted.
Berwald leaned back and dragged Lukas along with him so that they were both laying down facing the TV. The Swedish man placed his head atop of the smaller blonde ones and laced their fingers together.
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"This is goodbye"
"It would seem so"
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Sweden watched as the carriage began to move down the road, the feeling of the kiss Norway had planted on his cheek was still tingling. He placed a gloved hand there, savouring it.
Their union had drawn to a close, peacefully. Which meant no hard feelings were felt between the two nations, as they both agreed it was for the best. Norway had finally gotten what he wanted, his freedom. Sweden knew he deserved it.
Yet, he could not stop the yearning in his heart for Norway to leap from the carriage and come running back straight into his waiting arms. It was a stupid fantasy; Norway need not concern himself with Sweden any longer.
He was no longer under someone's thumb, he could breathe, live free and make his own decisions. Besides, Norway didn't need Sweden's feelings clogging up his life, so he turned and walked back into the manor.
That night, he sobbed. His fingers curling into the pillow where Lukas's head had once laid.
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"I love you"
"I love you too"
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Lukas groaned again and turned over; sleep was not coming to him. The storm outside was raging and constantly clattering against the window, it seemed hopeless to even attempt to try and sleep.
Clearly, Berwald had agreed as he also lay awake, his eyes met Lukas's. Those cyan orbs looking deeply at him. The Norwegian pushed himself forward and his beloved wrapped his arms around him, and once again Lukas felt comforted.
He never felt like this with anyone else, only Berwald could provide him with such liberation. It's always been him, always.
Soon the mercy of sleep came to him, in the arms of the one he loved most.