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Wilhelm and Bismarck tried avoiding each other since that day but weren't really able to do so because of their work.

So every time they had to interact with each other, they'd barely speak and if they did, it would be  without them showing any emotions.

Both politicians were still feeling depressed and lonely even after a week since that conversation had passed.

Wilhelm didn't know what to think.
His decision was right but, was it really right?
Was this what he wanted?  Definitely not but he couldn't be with Bismarck and still be a respected emperor.

The monarch knew that he needed to get over all this or at least pretend to be over it to continue his normal life.

But he couldn't.

He missed Bismarck so much and he hated himself for hurting him. For being the reason the person he loved and desired most in this planet had cried so bitter.

Wilhelm knew that he didn't deserve any pity because of that he did to the chancellor but still, he missed his smile, his loving voice whispering sweet nothings into his ears , his strong arms around his waist, his spiteful little giggled whenever he made Wilhelm scream out of pleasure.

The emperor was laying in his bed, his blanket covering him messily, breathing loudly and quicker than usual.

He had been touching himself again to the thought of the chancellor and a few pictures he had of him.

The monarch felt bad every time he did so and every single time, he'd cry afterwords but he would do it again and he knew it.

And now, he was cured up on his bed, covered in sweat, crying quietly in self pity.

Bismarck on the other hand had begun questioning everything since that day. Even tho he loved the monarch, he hated him. He hated his decision. He hated the fact that he was right.

He didn't know what to do anymore. The first few days were spend crying but he internalized the thought pretty quick that crying wouldn't help him.

So instead, he would lay on his bed in rage and just pure anger about the emperor.

But his feeling for Wilhelm stayed. No matter how hard he tried to hate him.

It didn't work out.

And one night, as he was walking through the corridor, he heard Wilhelm. But he didn't hear him speak he heard him moan. He felt rage boiling inside of him but he couldn't do anything against the monarch finding someone new to pleasure him, now that Bismarck wouldn't do it anymore.

Bismarck just wanted to know who it was. Who was there in the room with the emperor.

So he stepped closer to Wilhelms door but stopped right infront. He couldn't just walk in. He had to wait outside until he either heard te other person speak or they left.

He stood next to the door and suddenly, the sound of the emperor moaning his name.

This couldn't be real. And if it was, it would be extremely embarrassing.

But to his suprise, the loud slapping sound didn't stop, no, it went even faster than before and no one had said anything about the 'wrong name'.

That was the moment he realized that Wilhelm must be alone in his room. That he was probably pleasuring himself.

Wait. What?

Wilhelm was pleasuring himself to the thought of Bismarck? This couldn't be actually happening.

The emperor moaned the chancellor's name again and this time, Bismarck felt his pants tighten and he blushed.

He couldn't stay here.

He had to go back to his room.

And that's exactly what he did. He went to his room and laid down in his bed with all his emotions swapping over him. He just couldn't accept what just happened.

It enraged him. The thought of Wilhelm doing this but at the same time telling him that they couldn't be together.

At the same time, this made him smile. The emperor didn't just replace him with the next best guy that'd be down to help.

The chancellor sat up and began crying. Tears from the overload of emotions but also guild of what he was about to do were running down his cheeks as he got up and locked the dor.

Small whimpers where heard from outside the room but inside was Bismarck sweaty, curled up on his bed, pleasuring himself to the thought of the superior and crying.

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