Violet Blue Taboo

Chapter One

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Iceland sighed, thinking about his big brother and tossed his empty bag of licorice in the direction of the trash bin. He missed the trash, rolled his eyes, and traveled over to throw it away correctly. Norway entered his mind once more, thus making his somber mood intensify. "I wonder when he will be home from his date with that annoying Dane?" Huffing and hunching over his desk, he stared off into the distance with his chin resting in his hand. Just as he prepared to sulk, his cellphone rang and he brightened up at the name. It was his beloved brother, Norway.

"Bror?" Norway said quietly, his voice quivered slightly.

"Já?" Iceland asked nervously, feeling his heart pounding against his chest. Something was off about his brother's disposition. "Is there something wrong?"

"Iceland, I need you to come pick me up." Norway was cold, and that's about all he knew. The glow from his mobile only illuminated some concrete walls around him. He could hear talking and laughing coming from above him.

"Aren't you on a date with Denmark?" Iceland's voice held suspicion. He shoved his feet into his winter boots by the door and grabbed his car keys from the coffee table.

"Last I knew I was. Now, I'm not so sure." Norway moved to stand up and felt pain shoot right to his left ankle. He let out a hissed curse and grabbed at the pained joint. He removed his hand and could see it stained dark with blood.

Reversing out of the driveway, Iceland pressed the Bluetooth button so he had the ability to converse with his brother hands free. "Are you hurt?" Then almost immediately, "Did that asshole hurt you?! I swear I will kick his-"

"Don't worry, it's not bad. I think I'm still at the bar." Norway glanced around the room some more and limped to the nearest wall to gain some support. He had to figure a way out.

"The bar? What the hell, Norway?" Iceland was taken back by the Dane's choice of date idea. "I don't like him. I'm almost there. Please be careful..."

Their date had started out nice. They had gone out for dinner at Norway's favorite restaurant. The couple had laughed and carried on, lost in their own little world. Towards the end of the meal, Denmark had suggested going to the bar for some drinks and Norway agreed. He remembered getting there and the bartender flirting with him relentlessly. And that was it. The next thing he knew was the cold concrete floor. "I'll be fine, Ice." In the distance, one of the workers called out to see who was down there. Muffling the phone, Norway alerted the person that he was down there. Eventually, Norway was brought to the surface level of the bar and led outside into the cold.

Iceland remained silent until he pulled up at the local bar. "I'm here. Stay where you are." He informed before turning off his car and phone. It was freezing outside and Iceland cursed under good breath when he caught a glimpse of his injured looking brother near the entrance. There were dried trails of tears on his cheeks. "Nor! You're hurt!"

"Iceland. I'm fine. It's just my ankle." He hadn't even looked at the rest of his body to know he had various other cuts on his arms and face. "Have you seen Denmark?"

"No, I haven't..." As soon as he said that, the person in question limped over towards the huddled closely together brothers near a fallen patch of snow. Denmark appeared as if he just won a bar fight. Staggering over to them, Denmark opened his arms to his boyfriend and half smiled at the distrustful teenager. "Denmark, what the hell happened?" Norway embraced him briefly before pulling away to look at his bruises and relished in the warm embrace, even if it was short lived. "Remember that bartender who was flirting with you?"

"Well yeah, but he was harmless. Just trying to get a good tip out of me." Norway brushed his fingers across Denmark's swollen eye. The action unintentionally provoked a flinch from him. Iceland studied the couple conversing and felt odd being the third wheel.

"I think we should talk more of this in my car," Iceland suggested and motioned them towards the dormant car. When they boarded in the back of the car, Denmark and Norway sat close together.

"I know, but I don't like when other guys hit on you..."

Iceland glanced in his rear view mirror at his beloved agreed with Iceland, he would feel safer in the car too.

"Denmark, you know I'd never go for anyone else. What did you do? And what happened to me?" Norway had ended up in the basement of the bar unconscious and with cuts and a large gash in his ankle. That actually needed to be looked at.

Norway's eyes glanced up and met his brothers in the mirror. He gave him an encouraging smile. Denmark pulled Norway in for a gentle kiss, "Some other guys took you away from me while I was fighting that bartender." Iceland's smile faltered at what happened to his brother. If he were there, he would have taken all of them out. Okay, that was a bit exaggerated but he would have shown them the ultimate fury of a true Icelander. Finally the car parked in the driveway and the trio scurried onto the house to escape the cold.

Norway went and collapsed on the couch. Now that the adrenaline had worn off he realized how sore his ankle and body were. He was also dizzy and just all around exhausted. He glanced over at his worried brother and motioned at him and told him to get the first aid kit so he could patch himself and Denmark up.

Iceland obeyed his brother's orders with urgency. He never enjoyed seeing his brother in such a terrible state. His previous feelings towards the Dane changed when he discovered that Denmark was simply protecting the one he loved the most in the entire world. Norway was overprotective of him as well. Hence the absence of any romantic relationships. Sighing out, Iceland rushed through the drawer and plucked out the necessary items. He returned to witness the couple playfully fighting and Denmark peeked up at the return of the younger brother.

Norway reached for the medical supplies and took a look at his ankle for the first time. There was a pretty bad gash and the blood had started to dry. He used antiseptic to clean it off around the wound. The cut needed stitches, but he just wrapped it tightly for the time being. He then ignored his other wounds to tend to Denmark's bloody nose and wiped his face gently.

Denmark reveled in the nice behavior that Norway was exhibiting towards him. The sweet gentle caresses calmed his nerves, "I'm so lucky to have such a loving boyfriend like you." Iceland couldn't help but smile at them. He wouldn't deny the immense pain from fighting with the idiot who had the nerve to flirt with his Norway. Nobody else could have him.

"You're still an idiot Denmark, fighting the bartender just because he was flirting with me. How many other guys have you beat up because of that?" He smirked slightly at the Dane while he cleaned the many cuts the man had gotten while in the bar. "Hey Iceland, could you get me an ice pack please?"

Iceland nodded, starting to feel like a maid. The hopelessly in love Dane blushed and looked away as he muttered something under his breath. Meanwhile, Iceland opened the freezer door, picked up the ice pack, and swiftly returned back to the living room. Denmark was a blushing mess and the teenager's presence didn't help. "You're the only one that I've fought for..."After he confessed that, he turned away with beet red cheeks.

Norway took the ice pack away from Iceland and thanked his brother. He turned back to the blushing Dane and shook his head. "I'm sure you're lying. Let me see your face, your eye is swollen and ice helps." Norway could feel his cheeks tinge pink, there was no way he was the only one Denmark had fought for.

Denmark muffled his words in his large hands, which made Iceland walk over to pry his hands away. Smiling confidently at the blushing man, he winked at Norway knowing that was what he wanted. Sighing out in defeat, Denmark confessed that Norway is in fact the only one he has fought for.

"I know I'm good looking and ya, I've dated many before you..." He tried not to sound too confident, "but you are different... from them!" He quickly corrected himself at the end of his sentence.

Norway smiled at Iceland to thank him. "How am I different Denmark?" He pressed the ice pack firmly but gently to his eye. He motioned for Iceland to sit next to him.

Iceland enjoyed the comfort of his brother. Sitting close but not to close to sit on his injuries made him feel loved. If only a little bit. Denmark flinched regardless of the pressure against his eye and the words stuck in his throat. Could he really tell him the truth? So soon? Denmark laughed it off, searching for something lighthearted. "You just are."

"Whatever you say Denmark." Norway used his free hand to pat his brothers knee. He was glad that his little brother hadn't flipped out at his boyfriend once they got home. He had been worried about that.

Iceland tensed up at the contact, over analyzing it, and smiled in victory. He just wanted to embrace him all of a sudden. Hesitating momentarily, he risked it and leaned forward to circle his arms around his caught off guard brother. Denmark recoiled at the movement from Norway's hand moving due to the action. "Awww..." Denmark almost ruined the long embrace shared between the brothers. Noticing the hug was lasting longer than expected, Denmark looked away uncomfortably.

Norway was confused. "Iceland, is everything alright?" It was rare that his brother would hold him like that. He hadn't hugged him like that since he was little. He smiled though, he loved his brother a lot and was glad to know that obviously he loved him too.

Iceland shook subtly, tightening his arms for dear life. He enjoyed the warmth of his brother. He behaved for his brother's sake and respect. Deep down inside, Iceland was jealous. He wouldn't admit it and felt Norway release his hold and then found it futile at this point to let go. Denmark caressed Norway's cheek lovingly with his index finger and sighed in a mix of pain and relief. Iceland pulled back slowly with his hands resting on Norway's shoulders, "Everything is fine. I just missed you..." A dark blush covered his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He couldn't tell him the truth.

Norway sighed and relaxed into Denmark's touches, he really was tired. He gave Iceland's hand another pat and said, "Iceland, I'm not going anywhere. You know that." He didn't know why Iceland was acting like that, they had only been gone for a few hours.

"But one day you will leave... You'll leave me..." Iceland whispered the last part as tears started to accumulate at the brims of his light violet blue eyes. Denmark was slightly confused and his smile disappeared at the way Iceland jumped away from his brother and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Iceland, what's wrong?" Iceland wanted to yell, "You!" But he settled for silently shaking his head in fear that he might upset his big brother. He turned away from the couple, slightly trembling in his spot, and exhaled a shaky breath.

Norway tried to get up off of the couch to go to his brother, but once he stood up his ankle gave out and he had to sit back down. "I'll never leave you, I care about you too much to leave you." Norway looked to Denmark, was Iceland upset about his relationship?

Denmark patted Norway's shoulder, "Hey, let me talk to him... maybe I can sort things out." Before Norway could say anything, Denmark staggered over to place a hand on his shaky shoulders. Iceland stiffened up, "Please don't touch me..."

Norway frowned, that was it. He didn't understand why his brother wouldn't be happy for him. Surely Iceland knew how much he cared for both of them. Denmark may be Norway's world, but Iceland has always and always will be his heart.

Iceland felt himself crumbling inside. He wanted to run away like a coward but at the same time, he wanted to voice his inner thoughts. He felt trapped along with his feelings. Denmark was becoming a barrier, but he didn't want to hurt anyone. He felt completely lost.

Norway got up and used Denmark as a pillar to steady himself on, "Iceland. If something is bothering you, then we need to talk about it." He was torn, if Iceland said that his relationship was the problem, it would kill Norway inside, just because he knew he held his brother over Denmark, because his family always came first, no matter how much he cared for the Dane.

Releasing a heavy sigh through his parted lips, he turned to face the one he truly loved, "I... I can't, I mean.. it's complicated. I'm sorry." Bringing his hands to cover his face, the tears started to race down his cheeks and the oncoming heaves and sobs followed shortly after. Denmark was taken back by the scene before his eyes. "Hey, don't cry. You're too old for that. Come on," Denmark draped his arm around Iceland's shoulders and noticed that his actions were far for aiding the situation.

Norway hobbled over and pushed Iceland's hands away so that he could wipe the tears away, "Iceland, shh shh it's alright." He stroked the boy's cheeks with his fingers and softly cooed, "I'm never going to leave you lillebror, and I may have gotten injured today but it's not that bad."

"I-I-I..." Iceland stuttered over the sobs and grew frustrated. "I... lo..." The words got caught up out of fear and he choked out something different to cover it up, "I was just w-worried the whole time. I know when you two get mar..." He couldn't finish that sentence. It was too heartbreaking.

Norway cupped Iceland's cheek, "When we get married? Iceland, we aren't even engaged. What's got you so worked up? I'm not going anywhere, even if I do get married." Norway looked over at Denmark for some help, or at least some encouragement.

"Icey, listen. We might not even last."

Norway frowned at his boyfriend, that wasn't the support or encouragement he needed. But maybe that's what Iceland needed to hear, that nothing was set in stone. He had only been with Denmark for a few months and anything could happen. "Iceland, I think you're tired maybe you should wash up and lie down."

"Yeah, Ice. Go get some sleep." Denmark patted him on the back and turned to Norway with a small smile. They leaned in to kiss, which made Iceland frown. Iceland sniffled one last time, waited for Denmark to leave, and then helped Norway balance his way towards the bathroom. "I want to share a bath with you. Is that okay?"

Norway cocked his head slightly, Iceland hadn't requested a bath together since he was little, and even then he rarely requested it and put up a fight if Norway suggested it. He nodded though, his brother was really shook up and needed some type of comfort. "Sure Iceland, we can do that. I'm sure I have some cuts and scrapes that need to be cleaned, and with my ankle as it is..."

Iceland's mood lightened up, illuminating his eyes at the acceptance. He usually disliked the idea of sharing anything with Norway but ever since Denmark invaded their territory, he started to feel left out. "I'll help you with anything," he surprised himself with this new disposition towards his brother. How was he supposed to confess if things were not happy? He asked Norway to sit down while he prepared the bath. Pouring in a relaxing aroma, he watched as the bubbles formed and stacked high in the warm water. Testing it with his fingertip, he nodded indicating that it was ready.

Norway unbuttoned and took off his shirt as Iceland got everything ready. He let it fall to the floor and stood up so he could take off his pants, "Hey Ice, can you help me? I just need something to steady myself on."

"Sure," Iceland whispered out, feeling hot and blushed all over his face at his brother's attractive features. Iceland helped him pull off his pants. While he felt Norway's hands clutch his shoulders for balance, he helped pick up his other heel that was injured and finally the pants were off. Next were the boxers and Iceland couldn't help but blush a deeper shade of red.

Norway felt his face heat up, he was certain that his brother and himself hadn't seen each other in this natural state since they were much younger. Surely it wouldn't be an issue though, Iceland had been the one to suggest this. After his boxers had been removed, Norway had Iceland help him into the bath. As Iceland undressed, he looked away to give him some privacy.

Stripping out of his clothes, he hastily made his way over to toss their dirty clothes in a nearby laundry basket to avoid any messes. He personally didn't want to pick up the dirty clothes after he was clean. It was one of his quirks that he picked up on his own. Returning back towards the bathtub, he shielded his lower regions out of prudishness. However, his mind was far from prude. As he stepped into the bathtub, he controlled himself from cuddling with his brother. One, he was injured. Two, what if he were to freak out? The only way he could get close enough is sitting between his legs.

Once Iceland was settled, Norway let out a relaxed sigh. He cupped his hands to collect water and pour it over himself, and then again to pour on Iceland. Norway then grabbed the washcloth to slowly start washing his brother's back. "So, Emil, what is really bothering you?" He cooed.

Blinking back the water that rolled in his eyes, he hunched over to relax his muscles. "I..." Iceland closed his mouth immediately, shaking his head. He was so close. Why did this have to be so complicated? Norway placed his left hand on Iceland's shoulder as he washed his back with his right hand. The soothing scrubbing made Iceland shiver in pleasure. 'Damn hormones,' Iceland thought bitterly as he leaned back against his brother's chest, which forced him to halt his scrubbing and circle his arms around his neck.

Norway rested there with his arms wrapped around Iceland, "I don't know what you're trying to tell me, but I have my guesses. I'm sure you'll tell me when you're ready." Norway placed a soft peck to the side of Iceland's head and pushed him up so that he could continue washing his back and arms.

Iceland heart pounded against his rib cage so violently that it hurt. As a child, he disliked the small kisses he would receive from his brother, but as of lately he had grown closer to feeling something that brothers shouldn't feel towards each other. "Norway, can you..." He hesitated for a moment. It won't hurt to ask. Well, here it goes. Blushing bashfully, Iceland turned around to face his puzzled brother. "Could you... maybe kiss me one more time?"

Norway was confused now, but nodded and pushed away some of the silvery strands of hair stuck to Iceland's face so that he could place a kiss on his brother's forehead, much like he used to do when they were younger. Norway wasn't sure about what Iceland was trying to get at, but he smiled because he like giving his brother the attention that usually was rejected by the younger male.

Iceland couldn't control the smile on his face nor the obvious blush. He wanted to return the gesture. 'Come on... you can do it, Icey. What do you have left to lose?' Gulping down the fear, the younger male pushed himself up some and leaned forward slowly. The air was suffocating at this point and he was an inch away from their lips creating contact. His shaky hands held onto the sides Norway's face and he brought their faces closer. Their lips pressed together and Iceland relished the warmth and softness.

Norway's eyes widened, shocked at his brother's actions. He considered pulling away, considering that he was in a relationship and considering that Iceland was in fact his brother. Instead, he opted in to returning the kiss, just enough so that Iceland would know it wasn't unwanted. He wrapped his arms back around his younger brother and pulled him closer so that they could both lean back in the bathtub.

Breathing out breathlessly from the kiss, Iceland didn't regret losing his first kiss to his brother. Things were quiet between them, which made the previously comfortable silent setting awkward. He felt the urge to test the waters again. Hoping that he wasn't pushing his limits and not really caring about Denmark anymore, he crawled closer on top of him and tilted his head to steal another kiss. Their lips meshed together perfectly and the butterflies in his chest fluttered as he deepened the kiss and felt Norway glide his hands towards his lower back.

Norway could feel his heart rate increasing, should he be doing this? Probably not. Did he care? Definitely not. Norway rubbed small circles in the dip of Iceland's back. His free hand made its way up to Iceland's hair and he ran his fingers through the wet locks a couple of times before using his hair to guide Iceland's head to a better angle. They pulled away to catch their breath and they locked eyes. Norway panted softly, his mind jumping around and unable to focus on any single thing. Finally his thoughts fell onto the string of words that had been sticking out the most. Norway realized that he had never felt this type of passion before, sure, when he was with Denmark there was passion, and when he was with Spain before that, there was passion. But something about Iceland stirred a different feeling inside of his stomach. And he wasn't sure if it was good or bad.

Trembling from an overwhelming abundance of pleasure, Iceland was on cloud nine and he wanted Norway so much that it hurt. Having absolutely no romantic background, Iceland was not that naive not to know how to please a lover. He dove his hand under the foamy water and licked along Norway's jawline. The tips of his padded fingertips grazed over his standing length. Almost yanking his hand away at the unexpected erection between his brother's legs, he rubbed his hand further down and cupped his sack. Norway's eyes widened at his brother's bold actions.

He let out a soft hiss as Iceland stroked him, he had not been expecting his brother to do something like that so suddenly. He arched forward and switched so that he was kissing Iceland's jawline. His kisses trailed over to the crook of Iceland's neck and he kissed and sucked at the pale skin it until he was positive a purple bruise would appear there. He lifted his head up just enough so that he could whisper in Iceland's ear. "Where did you learn to do this?" Before Iceland could answer he captured his lips in another kiss and trailed his hand down his brother's chest and under the water. It didn't take him long to find his brother's arousal and give it a good tug.

"Hghn-" Iceland couldn't think straight, grasping at a scarce logical thought floating in his head. The pleasurable tugs on his member were tantalizing and he soon felt a wave of dizziness hit him. He never -in all of the years that he lived- would have ever thought that Norway would satisfy his forbidden desires. Holding tightly onto the elder's shoulders, Iceland wrapped his arms around his neck. With all clear intentions, Iceland grabbed Norway's shaft and brushed it between his cheeks. Blushing furiously, Iceland felt tingles spread like a wildfire through his entire system. "Please..."

Norway kissed his brother's nose, "You're going a little fast, don't you think?" He moved their bodies so that it would be easier for the two of them. With his fingers already slick from the soapy water, he gently pressed his index finger into Iceland's entrance. No matter how eager his brother was, Norway didn't want to hurt him.

"I-I'm sorry," Iceland apologized for his impulsive behavior. He understood that he would need preparation. His brother's size was not for the fainthearted. The second he felt the digit invade his tight entrance, he remembered that relaxing the muscles was vital. Inhaling and exhaling deep breaths, he allowed himself to relax for the digit to wiggle in deeper. The sensations were like no other former pleasures he had ever had the opportunity to enjoy. Iceland spread his legs wider so Norway could have easier access for his finger penetration.

Norway placed soft kisses all over Iceland's face, mainly focusing on his jaw and lips. Eventually Norway was able to work a couple more fingers up into Iceland and stretch his entrance out enough. He pulled out his fingers and looked firmly at his brother, "Are you sure you want me to do this?" Iceland just nodded and let out a soft moan in anticipation. Norway bit his bottom lip and pressed his length into Iceland. He paused for a moment so Iceland could get accustomed to the feeling.

"Oh... you're so big, N-Norway..." Iceland groaned out, tightening up around the head and then released a breathless moan as Norway grabbed his length. As his length was strategically pumped, he started to loosen up. He knew that Norway was still holding back from pounding into him senselessly like what he watched on the internet. Almost instantly, Iceland shot his load and blushed at how fast his orgasm happened. He heard his brother chuckle and reassure him that he would cum more later on. Once again, he was pulled in for another kiss, except this time Norway sucked on his bottom lip. This inflicted a shamelessly loud moan and he craved more of his brother's touches.

Norway thrust slowly, reveling in the noises his brother was making. His moans and pants just turned him on even more. The water had long since gotten cold, but he wasn't worried about it. He quickened his pace, curious as to how Iceland would react to the change in speed. To his delight, the reaction was just like he wanted, the moans were louder and he liked the sound.

"Fuck já!" Iceland hissed out as his back started to pound against the bathtub relentlessly. It felt amazing and Iceland begged for more. He knew he was being greedy, but the feeling of Norway's cock smashing against his prostate sent him flying to the moon. "Ah, ah, ah, aaah!" He cried out as the thrusts started to quicken in urgency. He heard his brother breathing harshly through his nostrils above him as he tightened his grip around his thighs. It was becoming hard to breathe as he started to dip further and further under the chilled smoky bathwater.

Norway gave a few good thrusts before reaching his climax with a solid grunt. He pushed Iceland up so that he wouldn't sink all the way down into the no longer clean water. Norway hovered over Iceland, panting. He dropped his head down so that their foreheads were touching, and he took in the now comfortable silence, save for their heavy breathing.

An exhausted yet giddy smile splashed onto Iceland's face as they shared another kiss. The feeling of Norway's juices gradually seeping out of him was uncomfortable. "Norway, I..." He was so prepared to say it. Norway's closed smile started to evolve into a grin at his brother's reluctance to say what he was going to say. Deciding not to pressure him, he leaned in to kiss Iceland full on the mouth. Iceland noticed that he was sporting a raging erection after they parted with an echoing smack from the lips. His cheeks tinged a light pink then gradually darkened at the violet blue eyes studying his arousal with a knowing smirk.

Norway helped Iceland up so he was sitting on the edge of the tub and out of the water. He positioned himself in between his brother's legs and smirked up at him before taking his length in his mouth. Iceland's surprised gasp made Norway hum a soft chuckle before swirling his tongue around the head of Iceland's member and sucking gently.

Iceland slid his eyes shut as he crawled onto the edge of the bathtub. It felt so damn good. "Ooooh... mmmm. Já! Ha... Haa... How do you know... uhh... It feels so... just please don't stop!" Iceland cried out incoherently, feeling Norway bob his head and gaze up into his cracked open eyes with lust shimmering in them. He could feel his entire system tingle and the way Norway sucked at certain degrees generated moans to tumble out of his mouth.

Norway hummed to Iceland's moans and used his tongue to trail the underside of Iceland's cock as he moved his head up and down. He used one of his free hands to cup Iceland's sack. He gently massaged it in order to elicit more moans from his brother's sweet mouth, and he could feel himself starting to harden again.

He could no longer contain himself. He thrusted his hips forward, forcing Norway to swallow him until the tip of his cock hit his uvula, causing him to gag. Apologizing somewhat frantically, they decided to take it to the bedroom. Norway limped with his horny little brother to his bedroom. Upon entering the puffin designed room, Norway ignored the bandaged injury on his ankle and shoved Iceland on the bed. They bounced from the impact and Norway positioned himself on the bottom and Iceland found himself on top. Iceland turned his body around so he could face Norway's erection while Norway enveloped his lips around one ball sack. Groaning out in absolute pleasure, Iceland started to suck and bob his head to a rhythm and relished the appreciative sounds coming out of the started taking more of Iceland in at a time, focusing on his breathing until he was able to take the entire length in. He sucked hard as he went to remove his mouth. And smirked whenever it came out with a pop and Iceland let out a yelp of pleasure. Suddenly, he felt warmth envelop the entire length of his member and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a sigh of pleasure.

As he felt his brother's strong lips tighten around the tip of his swollen head, his toes started to curl at the alarming expertise that his brother had with oral sex. "Mmmm... No-Norway.. I'm getting closer!" The younger of the two warned breathlessly, lacing his fingers in Norway's hair to quicken the speed.

Norway was happy to oblige, letting his brother guide the bobbing motions of his head. He ignored his body's urges and focused solely on his brothers moans and sighs. Suddenly he felt his brother jerk slightly and then his mouth filled with the hot liquid. He tried swallowing some of it, but let most of it dribble from his mouth.

Quick, shallow pants exited through Iceland's mouth, "Nor... you don't have to swallow it..." But Norway smirked as he darted his tongue out to clean the corner of his mouth with the seed.

Norway looked at Iceland expectantly. He hadn't finished yet and was starting to get impatient. Iceland took the hint and got to work, following the example Norway had set for him.
Iceland's mouth was warm and made it difficult for him took focus on anything else. It appeared that Iceland was a fast learner and Norway was definitely enjoying it.

Iceland smirked deviously, humming lowly as he moved his head back and forth. Deep throating his blissful brother suddenly caused Norway to hiss out in ultimate pleasure. Iceland was unbelievably talented at giving head.

Norway covered his mouth with his arm and bit down to mask his moans as he released into his brothers mouth. He looked down at his brother and watched as he was unsure what to do after Norway finished.

"Try it out, Ice," Iceland heard the blushing beauty above him squeak out; barely managing to contain the threatening moan that was bound to escape. Hesitantly, Iceland swallowed little by little, wincing at the burning sensation as it trickled down his throat. Remnants of his cum dripped down his chin and pooled onto the carpeted bedroom floor. After he finished gulping the rest down, Iceland breathed out in a mixture of hopefulness and nervousness. Standing up, he instinctively threw himself onto Norway's unsuspecting body.

Norway was caught off guard by Iceland's jump on him, but wrapped his arms around his torso and snuggled his face into his brothers hair. Norway listened to his brothers soft breathing and started singing a Norwegian lullaby lowly. His mind wandered to other places, he wasn't really sure what to think about the events that had just happened. He had sex with his brother, his virgin brother. While he was in a relationship.

Iceland snuggled closer, breathing in his brother's scent. After the initial love intoxication gradually dissolved, the younger blushed in shame at all of the things he did with his brother. What would Denmark think? Shortly after thinking about Norway's significant other, he grimaced and wrapped his body firmly against Norway. Relaxed and lulled by the angelic voice, he brought his face up to press his lips against Norway's moving lips. He cut off his beautiful singing voice and melted in the kiss as it was returned just as eagerly. Once they parted from the kiss, Norway spoke up in a husky voice.

"Emil." He started, using his given name instead of his common country name, "What do you want? You know, you know this isn't the way our relationship is supposed to work." Norway glanced away and mumbled quietly, "I know this isn't the way it's supposed to work." Norway knew that he had made a huge mistake and was going to have to pay the piper. He was the older brother; he was the example. Iceland was young and curious, and Norway took advantage of him, he knew that.

Stunned for a second from hearing his human name, Iceland opened his mouth to speak. This was now or never. Although it was easier said than done. "Lukas," Iceland returned the gesture in a soft spoken voice, "I know our relationship isn't supposed to be this way. I..." He cut himself off, breathing harshly due to a mini panic attack. Norway's usual poker face was covered with worry at his little brother's trembling. "Lukas," He repeated once he recovered from the anxiety, "I don't want to be your little brother. Please..." He was unsure of what to say after trailing off the rest of his sentence. Without any delay, Iceland laced their hands together in desperation.

Norway glanced at their hands and turned away, taking his hands with him. "Emil, I love you. I have always loved you, protected you. And I failed because I led you on, my emotions were messed up and now I'm not doing my job as your brother." Norway put his head in his hands, and then there was Denmark. He was definitely the worst boyfriend and the worst brother ever.

It was as if Iceland's fast beating heart stopped. He wanted his brother to stop talking after he said the three words he so desperately wanted to hear. "N...No..." Iceland shook his head, considering the option of fleeing. Deciding to stand his ground, he shuddered at the words, 'I led you on... I led you on... I led you on...' The words chanted in his head as he held back an erupting sob. "Why? What did I do...?" He whispered to himself, mentally beating himself up for his very existence. Frustrated and heartbroken, Iceland leaned in to kiss his brother in the hopes of making him reconsider.

Norway felt Iceland lift his head up and press his lips firmly on his own. Norway accepted this kiss, but made sure it was quick and light. Norway wanted the affection, he had always craved for the days when Iceland would cuddle him and love on him, but he never thought it would get to be this way. Sure Iceland was attractive, he always had been, and Norway loved him more than he loved himself. But, there was just something telling him not to. He gave Iceland a look with his rarely sad eyes and said, "Emil, I can't." And got up to dress himself.

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