Okay so this is a story me and 91RedRoses had created awhile ago but I had not wanted to upload it because I wanted to finish it before uploading it. (since I am terrible at updating) However I came across this today while going through my notes and decided to read it again and revise/rewrite small parts of it. (It's not finished but hey it's better than no updates at all!)
Secondly this is sorta of like Scott pilgrim vs the world but with Netherlands and Bath time (If you've read "Bath Time" you'll understand the idea a little more but it is not necessary.)
Thirdly this fic will have mature themes, Yaoi(BoyxBoy), swearing, and obsessive nations over Uke!America. This is a maleWorld!xAmerica fic with the main pairing being Netherlands/America. Reader are advised to read at their own risk.
Mostly human names used, Netherlands-Abel.
Netherlands aka Abel let out a breath as he walked into his house and up the stairs to his bathroom. He rubbed his stiff and sore neck. The meeting with his boss had been an especially long and stressful one and he was looking forward to just soaking in a nice bath to sooth his muscles and then take a nice long nap.
Opening the door to the his spacious bathroom with an equally large tub, he turned on the water and waited for the right temperature before plugging the drain. Letting the water fill the tub he grabbed a towel and went back to his bedroom. Stripping out of the day old clothing he threw them in a hamper and wrapped the towel around his waist before heading back to the bathroom. He waited for the tub to fill with the steaming water before turning the water off, taking off his towel he slipped into the bath with a content sigh, unaware of a certain blonde nation inside his home.
Abel relaxed into the warmth, for once letting down his stoic façade and almost grinning in the warmth. The air smelled like his beloved tulips from the bath salts and Abel wondered if life could get anymore perfect. A voice, not his own, interrupted his pleasant musings, "Wow... this is the first time YOU'VE ever called me... I thought you liked little girls?" Abel nearly choked on water as he submerged from shock. There kneeling in front of him was America, naked as the day he was born, and head tipped to the side like a thoughtful puppy or kitten. Abel was at first too stunned to say anything and just stared at the naked superpower (IN HIS BATH TUB! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE!). America stared back. Netherlands stared. America stared. This continued before the Netherlands erupted, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATH TUB YOU FUCKER!"
"Jeez, no reason to yell." Alfred replied, covering his ears from the shouting. The water splashed as the European nation tried to scramble out of the tub, only for Alfred to wrap his arms around Abel's strong waist grinning evilly at the other. "No need to be scared. I promise to be gentle." Alfred teased.
Abel growled at that and twisted in the slippery tight grip so that he was the one who had America pinned to the wall of the bathroom. Bath water splashed all around them, making Abel's grip difficult to maintain, but Abel persisted.
He growled, "What the hell does that mean? You are in my house, my rules. You should be begging me to be gentle!" Abel had a fierce look on his face. While he had always thought the American to be cute and attractive, he wasn't happy about the threat in his own home. He hoped that America would realize that Abel could hurt the Nation... what the Netherlands may lack in strength compared to the younger Nation-but then again, only Matthew could match America's strength, Abel groused he made up for in cunning and experience.
However, instead of taking his threat of physical violence seriously, America simply gave a soft, sultry look and cooed, "Ooh, you shouldn't make promises you can't keep..." Then the American did something that truly shocked the former Low Countries... America lifted his face up and licked Abel's nose. Mewling and giving a playful look to the Dutch man.
Abel blushed, completely taken off guard. His grip loosened slightly, allowed space between the two. Alfred toke the moment of shock to slip a hand between the Dutch nation's thighs and brush it along the inside. Giving a wicked and seductive grin up at the other despite his vulnerable position of being pinned under the European.
Abel jolted at the touch and backtracked to the other side of the bath so hard, that he ran into the bath facet. He cursed at the pain and held the spot. "Great," he thought, "that's going to be a helluva bruise."
So caught up in the pain in his lower back, Abel forgot to pay attention to his "guest." A thing quickly remedied when he felt strong hands began to knead the painful area. Abel gasped and tried to move, but America had twisted their legs together and kept him still for the moment. And a moment was all Alfred needed... soon those hands were gently rubbing the pain and tension away, leaving a relaxed and peaceful Abel. America quietly hummed behind him, "This is not normally how these baths go... but since this is your first time, and apparently no one has clued you in... I guess going slow won't hurt..." Abel only groaned, especially when he felt a tongue start to lave at the bruised area as well.
"Clue in on what?" Abel moaned, the pain seeming to magically seep away from Alfred's kneading and warm tongue. Alfred only smiled. "You'll find out soon enough." Alfred continued licking the bruised area, it would definitely leave a mark but at least he could reduce the pain a little.
Abel couldn't hold back a moan. God! That tongue... how was it so good at this? Seriously there should be laws! Honestly, if America had problems with drugs, then he should have problems with using his tongue as some kind of drug. Because that was the only way this was feeling as good as it was. Abel had to do something. While he loved the attention, he was uncomforted by his lack of control. It reminded him of his time under Spain. Abel shuddered, didn't that name bring up fond memories? It was the reason Abel acted as cold and aloof as he did, the man wanted control to make up for all those years spent as Spain's bitch. No way was he going to let some-admittedly very hot American steal that away. Abel needed a plan. And fast.
Abel looked around, biting back another moan.
Despite their tangle limbs, Alfred's long legs moved and rubbed against the sensitive skin of his thighs and organ in a teasing way. The things Alfred was doing with his body should definitely be illegal. Doing the only thing he could think of to regain control he grabbed Alfred's shoulders suddenly and brought the blonde up and away from his sore back and into a deep bruising kiss.
Alfred stopped. He was surprised by the sudden action and even more surprised that he was allowing the kiss. Normally this kind of touching was a big no-no for his little game. Still... Netherlands was new... and didn't know the game yet, Alfred could cut him some slack. (And it had nothing to do with the dominating way Abel kissed Alfred, NO SIR! Nothing at all.) Abel smiled inwardly as he felt the balance of power begin to shift. Slowly, so as not to alarm Alfred-and since when did he start thinking of the other Nation by his human name?- Abel began to shift so that Alfred was sitting on his lap. Abel usually liked girls, especially lolis, but Alfred was cute and here sitting on his lap, so Abel felt he could make an exception for the American beauty.
Alfred didn't mind the new position, finding it would help aid his conquest of making the Dutch man a hot mess. Still kissing the other Alfred started to rock his hips, making sure to rub against Abel's shaft while his hands ran down strong shoulders and forearms. Lightly roaming over the goosebumps of the others skin, teasingly. Enjoying the way the strong muscles rippled underneath his fingertips.
Abel moaned and bucked under those hot hips. Yes, this was the perfect stress relief from the bad day. He wondered how Alfred would look in a little loli-costume? Abel smirked, he would find out later after this bath. Alfred grabbed a bottle of soap and cooed at Abel, "Oh dear! You are so dirty... here let me clean you..."
Abel could feel his cock harden at the sight of Alfred's long fingers spreading soap over tan skin. Small pink nipples erect while Alfred both lathered the soap over himself and the Dutch man while he continued to rock his hips against Abel's. Once done lathering the soap he began to massage the lather into Abel's skin and using the rest of his soap covered body to rub and clean other parts of Abel's body while his hands worked elsewhere.
Abel tipped his head back with pleasure. Alfred felt like he was everywhere! Hands would be soaping up thighs while Alfred licked and kissed his neck. Alfred's chest and pretty pink nipples rubbed against Abel's (incredibly manly man) chest, and Abel didn't think he could take anymore of the torture. He reached out and with one hand grabbed Alfred's hair bringing him in for another dominating kiss, while the other slide around and down Alfred's ass to play with the tight entrance hidden there. And thus Abel broke the rules...
"Such a naughty boy.~" Alfred said, cool eyes glinting as he gave a harsh nip to Abel's neck.
"Ow, What the hell?" Abel asked, annoyed at the uncalled for (in his mind) nip and the pleasant mood being disrupted.
Alfred raised a soapy finger and shook it at him like he was his younger sister and had been naughty. Blue eyes glinted with lust and mischief. A little giggle escaped those plump lips. Alfred got close to to Abel's ears and whispered, "You broke the rules darling... no more bath time for you~"
"You can't be serious." Abel said, starting to feel his blood boil. He couldn't believe the American. Who did Alfred think he was? He couldn't honestly belive he could just walk in on him and do all those sexual things and then just walk out without finishing. Like hell he was going to let Alfred walk over him like that.
Alfred laughed not worried in the least at the dark look on Abel's face. Alfred shrugged and said, "Sorry, sweetie. Them's the rules and you broke a very important one. Maybe you'll have better luck next time?" For a moment Abel forgot his worries and blinked with a perplexed look, "...Next time?" Alfred nodded, "Yep anytime you take a hot warm bath or bubble bath... I'll be there to make it a little more relaxing... that is IF you play by the rules." The mention of the word "rules" reminded Abel that he was still angry at Alfred who apparently was intending to leave Abel with a serious case of the blue balls.
Alfred stood up, the water and soap mixing together and sliding down his body, giving Abel a nice view of the American's form before Alfred turned, full intention to actually leave the Dutch nation. Abel scowled and grabbed Alfred's wrist. "Where do you think you're going." He asked, a frown on his face.
Alfred actually had the gall to look surprised, further pissing off the Dutch man. Abel gave the blonde an evil smirk before pulling him back into the tub. Before Alfred could regain his balance, Abel had him pressed against the wall, both of Alfred's legs had spread and Abel quickly kneeled in-between them. The Dutch man gave another evil smirk as he started to nip and suck at the American's neck. There was no way Alfred was leaving until he was full of the Dutchman's seed and walked with a limp.
Alfred squeaked in surprise. Sure he had plenty of visits with demanding men but never one so assertive, even Germany respected his rules and never pushed them far but the submissive side of him loved it, he could feel his cheeks flush red and a warmth rush to his groin. Maybe just this once, just this once he could let someone else take control and next time he'd make Abel one big moaning mess. Alfred moaned as Abel pressed himself against the blonde and moved his lips down Alfred's collar bone and to his nipples.
Abel smirked at the mewls and moans he, HE was causing from Alfred. The blonde's body shuddered in the most appealing way from the Dutchman's caresses. This was more like it. Abel continued to nip and lick and kiss his way down Alfred's wonderful body. Abel took a second to admire the firm physique in front of him before commenting, "Well, looks like you're not a lard ass after all." That single comment caused Alfred to tense up and glare at Abel. Alfred hissed, "What did you say?" Well you're always eating so much greasy food so I thought that it'd have some kinda effect and you'd be pudgy or just plain fat or something." Abel explained, completely in his own little world as he said it, unaware of the dark and angry look Alfred was giving him.
Alfred purred, "Oh well is that so? You know, I really don't like people commenting on the food I eat or how I look..." Abel snorted, ignoring the implied warning, "Then you shouldn't eat the shitty food you eat." Abel continued to explore the delicious body before him with hands and mouth no longer trying to restrain Alfred. This was his last mistake.
With only the loud splash of water as a warning Abel received before a arm lashed out at him, Alfred's fist knocked hard into the side of his face, sending his across the bathroom and into blackness.
"Hmph! Serves you right." Alfred hissed, crossing his arms at the past out body. Abel would definitely be hurting when he woke up. "You'll be lucky if you ever have another bath time." Alfred said, pulling the stopper from drain and watching the water drain for a bit before he turned and left, leaving Abel on the cold tiled floor.