A/N: I was inspired to write this after I watched the Japan/China version of 'Spice!' on youtube. I seriously can't see Kiku as a player, so I kind of switched the roles... lol.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own or make money off of Hetalia. Yet.
Kiku moaned loudly as warm, wet lips were pressed against his throat. He buried his hand in his partner's hair, bucking his hips again and again as he was penetrated. He felt himself nearing the edge as he held on for dear life, panting and moaning out the name of the man above him.
"Yao!"
They both screamed as they climaxed together, one collapsing on top of the other, and Kiku felt himself being embraced tightly as he gasped for breath. It was a routine they had been through many times before, always with the same person. Always with Yao.
He knew, however, that the situation was not exactly the same on Yao's part.
He wasn't sure exactly how many other partners his lover had been with, and he didn't particularly care to know.
He didn't want to know.
It began not to long after they became official as a "couple". The first few days were, as in any relationship, complete bliss. Kiku's head lost completely in the pleasant haze that one would call the "Honeymoon" period, which in turn blinded him to what had been going on behind his back for who-knows-how-long. Gradually, he noticed, his boyfriend would come home later and later, sometimes not until sunrise. Now, Kiku wasn't completely naive; subconsciously, perhaps, he knew Yao had been doing more than just getting drinks with friends or working late. He had blinded himself purposely, not wanting to be hurt. He wanted to believe that he was the only one in Yao's life; It was only fair, considering Yao was by far the only one in his. He kept up this illusion as long as he could, until he came home one day to find his lover beat red, panting and moaning louder than ever before whilst lying underneath a certain Russian.
Kiku couldn't deny that he had cried the first time; the first several times, actually. Yao had cried too, kneeling before Kiku, kissing his hands and apologizing profusely. Amongst all these apologies, however, he never once said, "I won't do it again". Kiku noticed this immediately; after all, Yao was not one to lie.
It was only shortly after the first incident that they became more and more frequent. It was as if Yao didn't even try to hide it anymore; Hell, maybe he didn't. Eventually, Kiku came to accept his boyfriend's "guests", going to far even as to make tea and a pleasant conversation. Each time, Yao would simply look at him sadly, a type of silent apology.
Kiku knew that Yao would most likely be gone the next morning. For that moment, however, Yao was his, and his only. He clung that moment, cherishing it, and hoping to God it wouldn't slip from his grasp too soon.