Fluffy kimchibuger oneshot. (CoD. FUCK YES.)

For Weasel's b-day.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

What do Koreans and Americans love?

That's right.

Video games.

Alfred grinned. "I am so going to beat you, Yong Soo."

Yong Soo sniffed. "That's what you think."

Yong Soo grabbed his controller and snuggled into Alfred's warm body, settling into his place between the American's legs as Alfred wrapped his arms around Yong Soo's waist and held his own controller. They were sitting in Alfred's room on a Saturday, the sun shining and the Ac turned up high. (California. The sun is brutal.) After Alfred had challenged Yong Soo to a video game… it was all done. Yong Soo agreed so fast, Alfred didn't have time to blink.

"Alright. It's starting."

BOOM!

"What? Grenade-kill? That's not cool, Yong Soo."

Yong Soo only grinned.

After about an hour, both finally got around 3900 kills. (Who knew that there were so many hiding spots in a map?) Alfred had resorted to blowing on Yong Soo's ear to distract him. Yong Soo, of course, did not think this was nice at all.

"Alfred! That's cheating!" Yong Soo said biting his lip after Alfred started to lick the back of his neck to stop his kill streak.

Alfred smirked. "Not to me it isn't," he said, killing Yong Soo's character.

Yong Soo pouted. That's it. Time for some retaliation.

Yong Soo started rubbing his back against Alfred slowly, creating quite a distraction for the poor American.

"Nnngh… Now that's not fair," said Alfred huskily.

Yong Soo hummed happily as he got a three kill streak while Alfred was distracted. "Not for me-ee~" he sing-songed.

Alfred groaned after a particularly rough rub. Yong Soo was happily killing his character off time after time. (By this time he'd gotten around 4800 kills.)

Alfred grabbed Yong Soo's waist and pushed him gently away. "Yong Sooooo," he said, pouting.

Yong Soo sniffed. "Taste of your own medici—hey! No fair," he said, pouting as Alfred got a 2 kill streak.

There was only one more kill to go for both of them.

"No more cheating, okay?" said Yong Soo, pouting. Alfred had licked his ear slowly, making him turn into a pile of goo before realizing that his character was being shot at.

"Fine." Alfred's toes were crossed.

After about five minutes, both of them were still not dead.

Alfred decided to end the game. He grabbed Yong Soo and turned him around, ignoring his protests as he crashed their lips together and stuck his tongue inside Yong Soo's mouth, wrestling with the slick muscle within. Yong Soo's eyes fluttered closed lips parted. Alfred's eyes, though, were focused on the screen.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Yong Soo's eyes flew open and he shoved Alfred away. "Wh—oh. Freaking—you killed me with a HELICOPTER? Not cool. Not. Cool."

Alfred smirked. "Told you I'd win."

That, of course, was not a comment that Yong Soo liked.

Therefore, he got a face full of pillow in protest.

"Oof."

"Rematch. Now."

"Yes, sir!"

What followed after I'm not sure what to call. It was either a fierce game of Call of Duty or a making out session that included a video game for no reason.

Whatever.

God I love CoD. C: (Even though I fail.)

YAY FOR B-DAYS. :D

-Twinkie