TITLE: 'Bad Sugar'
SUMMARY: Tino wants to prove to others that he can be tough too. -AU- *LEMON**YAOI*
WARNINGS for NOW and LATER CHAPTERS: YAOI! LEMON! SEX! SEX! SEX! Male x Male relationships, Multiple pairings, Fetishes, Oral, Non-con, Alcohol consumption, Alternative Universe HIGH SCHOOL, Peer pressure, HAZING, Multi-chapter fic, Human names used.
MAIN PAIRING: Sweden x Finland (Berwald x Tino)
SIDE PAIRING: Denmark x Norway (Mathias x Lukas), Sweden x Denmark (Berwald x Mathias), Norway x Finland (Lukas x Tino), Iceland x Norway (Emil x Lukas), Iceland x Norway x Denmark (Emil x Lukas x Mathias), Denmark x Finland (Mathias x Tino), Finland x Estonia (Tino x Eduard), Russia x Finland (Ivan x Tino) ...and probably sum other pairings that i havent thought of yet. :)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia. This fic will contain male/male SEX and is rated 'M.'
AUTHOR's NOTE: I'm a review whore. I'm being super cereal when I say -REVIEWS make me continue things. Just saying -cuz I don't know if I will continued this- -please keep that in mind when reading-/ This story was stuck in my head- I HAD to write it out cuz it wouldn't leave me alone...-BUT... my IRL buddies made fun of me for writing it. Whatevar though. I wanted to do it. Just let me know if you want me to continue cuz I have more ideas but if nobody likes it then I'm just going to stop. -OK-?
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Tino wanted to be a badass! He wanted to have people look at him and think that he was tough. Honestly, he could completely kick everybody's butt if he was in a fight. But- when would he be in a fight? Maybe after he done taking care of his school work? Or perhaps after he finished his volunteer service at the local animal shelter...? Wait, that would be bad timing too because after doing those two things, he usually spent his winter months giving away toys to needy children at the orphanage.
Yep, everything Tino did was NOT badass- even his adorable face screamed 'sweet'.
The blonde Finn frowned as he pushed a book labeled 'Idiots guide to self-image' back onto the bookshelf. Even though he, knew how problematic he could be others just didn't see it, and he was growing tired of people saying he was 'such a sweet young man'. In his opinion it was awful for everyone to always think of him as gentle. He wanted people to see him differently.
Tino looked around the school library. He placed his hand over two books that he had picked up earlier and walked over to his Estonian friend, Eduard. He was seated at a back table near the window.
"Moi moi!" Tino cheerfully greeted as he pulled out a chair.
Eduard glanced up from the computer screen and returned his greeting. "Did you find something to read?" the Estonian asked, tilting his head in the direction of the books, "Are you working on a class project?"
"No. I just wanted to try to fix my image up a bit." the blonde replied with a heavy hearted smile. "Um... Eduard," Tino continued, "I was wondering what do you think when you look at me."
"Hm?" Eduard paused and gave the other man a brief look up and down "Truthfully?" he mused, barely reflecting before he spoke again. "Cheerful, good natured, and a little chubby." His attention then fell back upon the screen. "Your fashion isn't bad," he added "so I don't understand why you would want to change your image. It suits you well."
Tino frowned, "So you don't think anything bad about me?"
"Of course not, why would I? You're not like Ivan so there's nothing terrible to think of you. Maybe when you get mad, but that seldom happens." Eduard pushed the bridge of his glasses up on his nose "Look, if anybody said something bad about you they're just being jerks. Ignore it and move on."
Tino nodded. Honestly nobody had said anything bad about him and that was the problem.
"Are you alright?" Eduard asked his companion, immediately snapping the blonde out of his thoughts.
"Ah! um..." Tino smiled nervously, "I'm fine." Of course he was anything but fine. He couldn't tell his friend his weird concerns though, Eduard just wouldn't understand and he'd only laugh it off as if it were a joke.
"You seem out of it," the Estonian murmured as he began to type on the keyboard.
"...Oh, Eduard, you worry too much." the Finn laughed, "I told you I'm fine. If anything it's the weather making me seem a little down."
Eduard nodded, his fingers gradually coming to a halt. "That does make sense," he responded, before standing up and pulling his bag strap on his shoulder. "Eternal night isn't helpful for anyone mood."
Tino frowned a bit. It was true. During the winter months, the sky is always dark. On most mornings the grayish sky was tolerable on the walk to school but later towards the afternoon the pitch blackness took over the whole atmosphere and made the journey home bitter and uncomfortable in the cold.
"It's getting late." Eduard stated after glancing at his watch, "We should be leaving."
Tino followed him towards the circulation desk. "Um, do you want to come over to my house, we can do some studying and-"
"I can't," Eduard abruptly interrupted, "Not today." And Tino could sense the nervous tremor creeping into his friend's voice. "Ivan let's the guard dogs roam around the front lawn. I'm always worried Raivis won't make it inside the house one of these days."
Tino chewed his bottom lip. Sometimes Ivan was too cruel to Eduard and his brothers. The blonde Finnish teen could hardly understand why he would want to do such things to others who were his...um... comrades. What a weird way to show affection!
Both boys checked out their books and exited the school grounds. "Moi~! I'll see you later, Eduard." Tino called, waving before he sprinted down the street.
Looking up at the brightly lit street lights, Tino knew it was only four in the afternoon. He sighed. "It's silly to be thinking like this. I shouldn't be feeling awkward about being a good person, even if I try showing people I can be dangerous it would probably just fail," he lamented to himself, shaking his head in a nod. "I need to stop thinking about this! Go away you awful thoughts!"
CLANK...
"Huh?" Pausing, the blonde Finn turned his head in the direction of the loud metallic sound. It had come from the alley. There was another loud clanking sound accompanied by a loud voice mumbling indistinctive words. Tino felt his body freeze up, 'What would people be doing in an alley?'. It would be best to get out of here quickly, he decided.
"-TO ME, BERWALD!" The voice became more louder and audible as the person speaking started coming closer.
Then there was once again another loud sound, not metallic this time. Instead it possessed a low thudding quality... the distinctness of hitting flesh against flesh, as if someone was punching another person.
A tall blonde man wearing a blue coat stumbled out of the alley and fell upon the snow covered ground. Immediately Tino became aware that his body was shaking violently in response to his nerves. What had he stumbled upon exactly? It couldn't be good. Tino dropped to the ground to hide himself but did a really crappy job of it.
"HEY! Answer me, Berwald!" The owner of the voice finally came into view, he had blonde hair and a long black coat, and a silly little hat placed upon his head. But most importantly, he had an axe! The man dressed in black gave a hard kick to the other man laying on the ground. His efforts caused his victim to grunt out in pain. Arrogantly, he bent down over the other man's body and pulled his head up by the hair. They looked directly at each other and though Tino could see the weapon carrying man's mouth moving he couldn't focus on a word that was now being said.
Millions of thoughts raced through Tino's mind as to what to do, but as much as he wanted to run over and help stop this bloody scene. He was only able to muster up a deafening scream of 'OHYYYAAAAAAA!'.
Both men's attention turned to Tino, whose voice continued to fill up the air.
Tossing the axe over his shoulder, the tall blonde quickly got to his feet and ran back down the alley from which he had come.
Tino's lip quivered as his voice finally died down. Stumbling forward, he hurried towards the man laying on the ground. "Are you ok!" the Finn asked, dropping to his knees and lifting the blonde's head to rest in his lap "Were you stabbed? Did you get hurt? Do yo-" Tino frantically asked as he continued to rattle multiple questions as Berwald blinked and stared into the young Finn's face.
"No, wasn't st'bbed." he replied shortly.
"Do you remember what your name is?" Tino asked, as he held up three fingers in front of the man's glasses, "And how many fingers am I holding up?"
"B'rwald," the blonde man mumbled, "Three f'ngers."
"Do you have a cell phone? I'll call an ambulance." Tino stated, reaching into the other man's coat pockets.
"Don't need one. I'm f'ne." Berwald replied, weakly brushing the other man aside.
"Are you sure?" Tino insisted, seizing the injured once more and moving his hands along Berwald's blue coat. The Finn's fingers began pulling at the buttons, yanking his coat open, "Sometimes people don't even know they've been stabbed when they really have been. And did you see that man! He had an AXE! What type of person travels with an axe? It was crazy!"
Then as if all of a sudden reality hit Tino hard. The Finn's body froze up and his head turned in the direction of the alley. "What if he comes back and kills both of us!" he began in a panicking tone. Standing up quickly, Tino let Berwald's head slapped down onto the concrete sidewalk, causing the wounded blonde to cringe.
The Finnish teen grabbed Berwald by the wrist and with a hefty tug pulled his body across the cement street until they arrived on the opposite side. The other man left out a half silenced yelp as the ground tore at his skin. Releasing his grip on Berwald, Tino raised his hand to his chest in an effort to catch his breath.
"He's not going to h'rt you if he c'mes back," the injured man explained as he pulled himself off the ground.
Tino eyed him skeptically, "How do you know?" he quickly asked back.
"Cause I'm w'th him."
The response stunned Tino and he cocked an eyebrow. "With him? You mean like a friend?" That didn't make sense! "Then why is he hitting you? And why does he have an axe? Is there some sort of weird holiday going on that I'm missing out on? I do love holidays- but still!"
"I'm in his g'ng," he stated.
GANG? GANG? Tino took a moment to digest this new information before his eyes looked the tall blonde man up and down. The Finn's face drained pale and his mind raced as he began to pay closer attention to the man he was helping. He hadn't noticed it before but being this close had made it quite clear he wasn't dealing with someone who actually needed his help. The man he thought he was helping was not only tall, but buff and goddamn scary looking!
Tino's mouth dropped open and let out another scream of horror "OHYAAAAA!"
"Hm?" Berwald piercing blue eyes gazed into the Finn's soft purple ones. He clamped his hands over his mouth forcing himself to be quiet. This was bad. He didn't want to offend the other man by saying his appearance scared him, that would be so rude. But then again, if he said it then it would be completely badass! And wasn't that what Tino had been hoping for all along?
Yeah, this entire event only proved he wasn't up to being considered bad. But then again, he HAD unbuttoned a stranger's coat which could be considered rude, if he wasn't trying to help him in a caring way. Still, he needed to be positive. Rudeness was kind of a step in the right direction to building up his 'bad' reputation.
Tino's face perked up with a nervous smile "Um... er...since you're in gang, you must do pretty badass stuff," he said.
"B'dass?" Berwald blinked, not exactly understanding his point.
Tino's two index fingers twiddled together as his face reddened, "You know, like ultra cool in a bad cool way. Oh, not that type of 'bad', unless you want to be that type of 'bad', which would still be cool...um...I mean, cool where whatever you do looks like something ...uh... rebellious? Yeah, that's the word, which isn't bad..."
Berwald watched as the blonde before him fidgeted and rambled on. The blush across the smaller blonde's sweet face was quite apparent to the tall Swede and was it his imagination or was Tino asking him how he became so 'cool', no one ever called him cool. It was weird, but adorable and Berwald couldn't help but feel the beating of his heart quicken as Tino continued to talk. Could it possibly be mutual love at first sight? But Berwald couldn't ask the other outright. That would be just too embarrassing.
The injured man continued to stare at Tino. Neither saying a word for a moment until the Finn turned his face away from the heavy un-nerving gaze.
"No." Berwald finally said, "Why?"
"I-um..." Tino was unsure how to phrase it, "Do I look like I could be part of a gang?"
Asking such a thing came as a surprise to Berwald, but the dark gaze expression never once moved from his face. "You w'nt to join our gang?" he repeated slowly, before nodding deeply and saying, "Ok'y."
NOOO! That wasn't what Tino wanted. In fact, that wasn't even the question he asked!
"No! That wasn't wha-"
"HEY!" A loud voice called from the alley.
Tino jumped as their attention turned to the other side of the street and the return of the other tall blonde who was carrying his axe.
"He...he really is your friend?" the Finn mumbled, as he started feeling sick to his stomach.
"Mn. S'lf-appointed leader," the Swede clarified, "Mathias."
"HEY, BERWALD! I didn't hurt you that bad, you lame loser!" Mathias waved from the alley, "What are you doing? Waiting for the police? I thought you would have caught up by now."
Berwald stepped forward and winced at the pain in his leg from the scrapping across the road. "You are injured." Tino said as he moved closer to Berwald, placing his arm against the tall Swede's waist.
"Hahahaha!" Mathias laughed boisterously, "Getting soft and letting a civilian save you?" "This is serious, brother." A new voice stated. Now standing next to Mathias was a dishwater blonde with glazed over blue eyes. He was shorter than the other two men and when he spoke his voice was droll.
"I t'ld you, I'm f'ne." Berwald insisted, as Mathias walked towards the two of them, reaching his gloved hand out. The Dane took Tino by the wrist and walked him down the alley. "Look, what you saw earlier, with the screaming and stuff..."
Tino felt his world swirling around. Oh fuck! They were going to kill him! He knew it, he completely, utterly knew it... All three of them were going to kill him and most likely eat him.
"You need to forget you saw anything if the police ask around." Mathias smiled. Tino nodded in delirium. "That means my face or that guy's face..." Mathias pointed at Berwald, "or even Lukas' face."
"Idiot," the dishwater blonde drawled, "Now you're telling him our names."
"Try to forget about that too, cuz-" with a quick push, Mathias shoved Tino's body to the wall and pulled the Finn's wallet from his back pocket, before flipping it open and pulling his student ID card out. "Tino Väinämöinen. We got your name and school." Mathias gave him a wink before returning the wallet.
"He's joining the g'ng." Berwald said.
"...?" Lukas looked over at Tino and then back at Berwald, "When did this happen?"
"When I t'ld him he could," the Swede replied.
"REALLY?" the grin on the Danish blonde's face grew wider, "YOU WANT TO JOIN THE 'NORDIC WINTERS'? Are you being serious?" Reaching up, the Dane took Tino's chin in his hand and gave him a once over.
This was it. They were really going to accept him into their group just like that! Though they were scary as hell and had weapons, the consequence might be worst if he disagreed to join now. There was also a positive side to this. If he was part of a gang then he could tell everyone that he was 'bad' and they would believe him and think he was not just some sweet kind face anymore.
"Yes. I want to join your gang." Tino bit his lip a bit and nodded his head.
"What's your specialty? Medical?" Lukas asked dully. Pulling Tino's head back in his direction, Mathias smile filled his view, "Or something better cuz Lukas is already good with medicine and things like that so we really don't need two people like that in the group."
"I can do anything." Tino responded rashly. It was best to keep a broad range, that way they wouldn't really target him to do ONE particular thing.
"Hmph? Anything? Really?" the Dane replied.
"Except murder or really bad things lik-"
"Suck my dick." Mathias told him.
"!" Tino looked shocked. "What?"
Mathias smirked. "You said 'anything' and I said 'suck my dick'."
"Eh-em." Lukas cleared his throat and glared at the Dane.
"I'm just kidding," Mathias laughed and Tino sighed a breath of relief.
"I can't really judge how you act if I'm getting sucked off, so I want you to suck Berwald's dick," the Dane stated, "If you do it then I'll let you join for your true dedication to do anything."
"It's n't-" Berwald started to protest. Mathias flung his hand up to silence the other man, "HEY! HEY! HEY! Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Berwald," he said, "Think of this gesture as a present for all the years you've been devoted to our group. And did you know a blowjob heals any medical issue, like a bruised face or injured leg."
"Ridiculous." Lukas said, "You're not a medic for a reason."
"You know," Mathias smiled at Tino, "me and Ber are the founding members of the 'Nordic Winter' gang. So 'topping' him off means you've almost slept your way to the top. It's kinda a joke, get it?" Mathias left out a loud laugh.
"There's only four of us, so it's not an achievement," Lukas rolled his eyes "and your jokes suck."
Tino chewed his bottom lip, he didn't want to have his first sexual experience with a man he didn't know and sure didn't want to do it in front of a group of people.
But- but deep down inside he did want to be part of a gang.
Taking a heavy breath, he knew he had to do this. He wanted people to see him as more than just a cute face. He wanted to be a badass and be recognized for it. This was the first step to actually proving to others he wasn't just somebody cuddly.
"Cut it out, brother, he's only a kid," Lukas chided as he picked up his small bag laying on the ground. He scoffed before adding, "You're so stupid."
"Already t'ld him he w's in. He doesn't need t' do it," Berwald persuaded the elder blonde man. They had done lots of crazy shit but Berwald hated when Mathias got sexual with his ideas.
"The hell-! You can't just say 'yeah, be in our g'ng'! What do you want me to make him do? You want me to tell him to go bash some mailboxes or run down the street naked? Something lame like that? You forget about your initiation?" Mathias ranted as he approached Berwald and gave him a hardy punch to his shoulder. "Would something like that be better for you, your majesty."
Mathias then slugged Berwald hard to the side of his face "Cause I think you're forgetting whose 'king' here."
Tino watched the scene unfold before him. If doing this meant he could be part of a clique that would help his manliness, then he would...
"But- I want to do it," Tino declared, approaching Berwald and Mathias. He gulped hard. " I'm not a kid. I can do it."
"Seriously?" Mathias grinned, "Or are you just saying that to try to act tough?"
The Finnish man shook his head 'no' as if he had made his mind up definitely. Mathias let out an overexcited laugh and then gave a thumbs up to Berwald. "See, he likes my idea!"
Mathias's hand clapped Tino on the back "Put on a good show for me. If you do, you're in."
Tino hesitated for a moment. His and Berwald's eyes met for a mere moment before Tino turned away. The Swede's face was so scary- so very scary. But if the initiation was only this and not something violent like cutting off his finger, well then he could manage. The Finn lowered himself to his knees and began to unbuckle the other man's belt.
"You sh'uldn't do this." Berwald's hand fell on Tino's shoulder.
The blonde paused as he took in the sight of the Swedish man's limp dick. Even flaccid it was bigger than his own. "Hey, you're not afraid of it, are you?" Mathias teased, a laugh trailing behind his words as he mocked the Finn's apprehension.
"Clearly this is making him nervous," Lukas stated, elbowing the Danish man, "Our gang is stupid. It's not worth doing this. Just go home for the night." Tino watch the disgusted look cross Lukas' features. The only thing he could do was respond with a frown.
"Heh! He probably doesn't even know what to do with it." Mathias continued to laugh. It was true. Tino was a bit uncertain about how to get things started. On top of that he needed to appear like a tough guy while doing it.
Tino set about making Berwald hard, running his slender hands soothingly against the other man's cock. Slowly, he ran his fingernail down the length of Berwald's shaft, causing the Swedish man to watch anxiously as the Finn's fingers played lightly over the top of the skin.
Tino's face was red with anxiety, which the Swede easily mistook for blushing excitement. The blonde Finn was so adorable, so much so, that Berwald felt he would die from pleasure as Tino's moist lips covered the top of the Swede's penis head.
The tall Swede's body shuddered as his eye gazed down to watch Tino close his eyes and suck affectionately on his engorged dick. Berwald's voice gave a gasp, as Tino opened his eyes and looked up at the blonde's face. If he could engrave that moment into his mind, he would forever.
Tino clenched his eyes back shut. He shouldn't have looked up at that scary face. He must hate him for being so unskilled at sucking. It wasn't his fault that he was inexperienced, he was a man. He wasn't expecting to suck another guys dick so he never felt a need to be an expert at such a thing.
Tino hesitated, pulling the penis out of his mouth. Applying his lips to the base of the shaft he pressed kisses up and down the now hardened erection. Flicking his tongue out Tino licked Berwald's piss slit. Wet pre-cum leaked out wetting the redden head with a sweet mixture of salvia and sex.
The sounds of Mathias' boots came closer to the two as they engaged in the sexual goodness. Resting his head on Berwald's shoulder, Mathias glanced down at Tino. "It feel good?" Mathias' asked, speaking in a whisper against Berwald's ear. Tilting his head back, Berwald bit his lip, embarrassed to answer the question. Of course it felt good! Tino's mouth felt like sweet bliss.
"You hear that," Mathias' voice became louder, "He doesn't like it." Tino pulled back and looked up at the Dane and the Swede. "I-I-I'm sorry," he stammered.
"Don't apologize. Do it better. Jam the whole thing in your mouth," Mathias said. Tino's eyes widened. "It's too big. That impossible," the light blonde said as he wiped the saliva off his lips.
"It's eno'gh." Berwald grated out behind labored breath.
"...I can do it." Tino responded before taking a breath and pushing Berwald's dick as far back in his throat as he could. He made a gagging sound but pushed forward and continued to suck. Moving his hips back, Berwald began to fuck the Finn's mouth.
Tino relinquished the organ and began to place kisses all over the Swede's balls, before taking them in his mouth and tenderly sucking on them. Letting out a groan of pleasure, Berwald leaned his body back against the alley wall. "It looks likes Berwald's having fun with such sweet looking lips sucking him off. You want to do something like that to me tonight too, Lu?" Mathias asked, grinning at his companion who was semi-watching the grotesque scene play out in front of them.
"Not if I can help it," the Norwegian answered coldly before crossing his arms across his chest.
Moving his hand down, Berwald caressed his finger's through Tino's light blonde hair. Strolling them down to the side of Tino's face, he touched the skin there tenderly.
"Mnnn," the Finn mewed.
Berwald breath hitched as he heard the Finnish man give a small moan of pleasure. He relished the feeling that Tino must have been enjoying this moment too.
"I...I'm g'ing to..." the Swede panted, pulling his dick out of Tino's mouth. Berwald moved his hand over his dick and then proceeded to jerk himself off. He couldn't just come in Tino's mouth, it would be unpleasant for the other man.
Tino watched as Berwald's hand took over. Was he really that bad that the man didn't want him to finish him off? There was no way he was getting into this gang, unless he did something drastic. SOMETHING SO BADASS that they couldn't deny him!
"Let me do this. Please," Tino pleaded, as he placed his hand over Berwald's masturbating hand, and added his other over Berwald's taunt white ass, in an effort to draw him closer against him. Determinedly, Tino returned his lips to the Swede's penis tip. Sucking and licking feverishly, the Finn worked his mouth until Berwald's breathing became heavily labored and his hips stiffened.
With a loud grunt Berwald came, emptying himself in the blonde's mouth. Tino continued to suck as Berwald's cum filled him, and with a loud gulp he swallowed it.
Mathias's face lit up at seeing Tino swallow Berwald's load since Lukas and Berwald certainly never swallowed for him. Standing up off the ground, Tino lifted himself up on his tippy toes and pressed his lips against Berwald's mouth. The Swede could taste his own cum mixed with Tino's sweet saliva as the smaller blonde stepped back from the parting kiss.
The kiss was sweet and gentle, and though it was wet with cum, he didn't seem to care, not when kisses from Mathias were always harsh and messy. It was a change of pace and he like it. Oh, how he liked it.
For a brief moment a frown crossed Berwald's lip. 'If only we didn't meet l'ke this, I would have l'ked to have had a real relati'nship bloom with you. Where this mom'nt could be truly sweet and sp'cial.'
"Was it good enough?" Tino asked as he looked over at the other two gang members.
Mathias turned away and began to walks off "Yeah, you're in. Meet us up at the train station tomorrow at six, and be ready to cause some trouble."
-To be continued... maybe...