A/N - Remember, this is boyxboy, so be a mature audience please :) There are small bits of smexiness, so do not fret! If this isn't really your thing, you might just wanna skip this. If boy on boy love is your thing, then I hope you enjoy! :D Oh, this is a Hetalia Fan Fiction, an England and China pairing. Or Iggychu if you wanna call it. Dude, I posted this on Wattpad and like NO ONE loves this pairing so I was all T^T sadness! But my friend was all, try fan fiction . net instead! So I was like okay!

Songs that are good with this chapter:

Feel Good Inc. - Gorillaz

Wong Chia Chi's Theme - Alexandre Desplat


PROLOGUE

Yao Wang wasn't always a fussy, compassionate, older brother figure.

"How cheap," Yao raised an arched eyebrow, the moist lips were currently smoking a pipe. Yao Wang had the most sought out over body, with a touch that could bring any person to heaven underneath five minutes.

His pale, curvy body was covered in fresh money, a haze of smoke surrounding his breath taking face. "Your greed is lovely," The man chuckled at Yao's selfish personality, and got out a neatly folded stack of money from his pocket. He set it on the night stand and leaned down for a kiss.

To appease the man, Yao lazily played, his tongue twining the way the other wanted, smirking when he felt the other man harden down there. When rough hands started to roam over the creamy skin, it was his cue to pull away.

"Sorry, but your time's up for today." He pushed the man away with an angel's smile.

"Damn it. Well then, another time then." He pulled on his remaining clothes and left Yao bored in his chambers. He laid his head back against the pillow, his silky hair fanning out behind him.

Yao was a notorious prostitute, his ass was the most desired. You had to be someone very rich and important to be able to afford even a single minute with him. Yao was the most skilled when it came to the pleasures of the human flesh.

He was the number one in their brothel, and was a bitch. He could have whatever he wanted, because he was the one who brought in the most money. Despite his horrible personality, there was a reason he was so desired.

He was every man's dream come alive. It was so tantalizing, his appearance was so innocent, with those round amber eyes of his, and yet he was so slutty in bed. He had curves like a woman, yet his skin was a million times better in comparison. He would melt to your touches any way you wanted, his coy mannerisms during sex only ignited your desires further. He was like a very willing, virgin every time.

Yao's body appeared to be carved of ivory, with pink nipples and a rosy asshole that eagerly twitched for yours to fill him. He was skilled at faking moans of pleasure, and was always the one in control, no matter how his expression appeared.

He was able to have anyone, and make then fawn over him like crazy. His most skilled ability was to be able to always stay control, he had a vast knowledge of what was pleasurable, and knew the individual quirks of each of his customers.

However, there was one customer who left him feeling largely confused, and inwardly frustrated.

"Yao, there's a client who wants to buy you for the rest of the night." A young errand boy shouted past the curtain of beads. Yao tapped the pipe against the night stand, the ashes falling out.

"Very well. Tell the client I'll be ready in a bit," Yao shouted back, getting up from the bed. He lazily walked down the hall, half naked. He casually walked past multiple rooms, each displayed various scenes of perversity and greed. Lewd sounds echoed throughout the pleasure quarters, with the exotic musicians playing and the faint sound of rowdy, drunk men downstairs.

He paused at the small baths, they were currently empty. Yao felt lucky, and slipped into the soapy bathwater. The errand boys did a good job, for they had already prepared a bath beforehand. Another young boy, came in, carrying a towel and a robe. He poured soap into the palm of his hand, and lathered the soap into Yao's long silky hair.

Yao sighed at the nice feeling of hands massaging his scalp. His toes splashed the bathwater, causing the water to overflow and spill onto the floor. The boy got a bucket of water and gently ran it through his hair, as Yao started to rub the soap into his arms and legs.

After he had finished, he stepped out of the bath unabashed. He really did have a nice body, so much that it caused the younger boy's face to light up in flames. He quickly toweled Yao off, and wrapped the robe around him, tying the bow tightly.

"Thank you very much," Yao leaned down to kiss the little boy's cheek, and ruffled the short, dark hair of the little boy. Yao gave a rare, sweet smile, and then walked out of the bath area. Yao had just gained another follower, the boy looked after Yao with admiration shining his his young eyes.

He walked into his room, seperating the curtain of beads to find the attractive British man sitting patiently on the made bed. The errand boys had quickly made the bed while he had taken his bath, Yao reminded himself to thank them later.

His name was Arthur. He had blonde hair, and glittering green eyes. Arthur grinned charmingly as he stood up and walked towards the shy Yao. He knelt on one knee to kiss Yao's hand. "How are you this evening?" He asked politely.

"Fine Arthur," Yao replied. Arthur got back onto his feet, his arms wrapping around Yao's small waist. His nose lingered in the damp hair. Oh, Yao was always so enticing after a bath. His pale skin was warm to the touch, he had no previous odors of another man, and his skin had been 's head fit underneath Arthur's head, making them fit snugly like perfect puzzle pieces.

This would be the third time.

It had only been two days, yet the wealthy merchant Arthur could not forget Yao's body. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he returned back to the heavenly body. Even though Yao would not admit it aloud, he too was aching for Arthur's touch. Even though it made him nervous, the loss of control made him feel normal, happy that he was being showered in attention. Usually, he was the one who had to go along with other wishes.

WIthout words, Arthur plants his lips on Yao's parted one. As if fire was ingited to wood, the two emerged from their reserve manner. Yao pressed his slender body against the strong, toned one. The two tounges brushed against one each other naughtily, playing with one another. Almost desperately, Arthur began tearing at Yao's clothes. Arthur's tongue was maneuvering cleverly in the warm mouth, tongues stirring and turning.

Gradually, Yao weakened under Arthur's imposing vigor, his mind melting at the mind shattering kiss. This continued for a long time, the two content just to kiss, Arthur caressing Yao's body. Yao's body weakened, and Arthur pulled him up, Yao's long legs wrapping around Arthur's hips.

Arthur pushed Yao against the wall, their kiss deepening. The kiss was sexually charged, and prolonging what they both ached for. Their parted, breaths quick, and their bodies needing. Arthur continued to press light, brief kisses down Yao's neck, sucking it, and then quickly biting it, causing Yao to let out a surprised, "Ahn."

He carried Yao to the bed, he fell with an oophm, his freshly washed hair spilling against the white bed. His arms were extended towards Arthur, which caused Arthur's heart to skip a beat. He leaned down, feeling the arms tighten around his neck

His hands ran over the smooth chest, his fingers pinching the budding pink nipples. He leaned down to suck on them, rolling them with his skilled tongue. He bit it gently, and left the perky nipples.

Arthur's tongue ran over the creamy skin, aching to discover every single crevice, every single inch. It was intoxicating, he loved to see how Yao's chest shuddered with every touch. His mouth went lower, pressing kisses everywhere, his tongue dipping into Yao's navel, and traveling further south still.

Arthur began to press open mouthed kisses on Yao's inner thigh, his hands tightening on Yao's legs to keep him still. A clear fluid began to coat the organ, it ached for attention. Arthur's trail of kisses was maddeningly close, yet it wasn't there. Yao let out a groan of frustration, he wanted release!

He reached down to touch himself, but Arthur quickly took a strong hold of his hands. "Don't touch yourself," He breathed against the erection. He gently pulled the weeping organ into his mouth, causing Yao hand's to grasp the head of blonde hair.

Arthur began to bob up and down, Yao's staff slipping in and out of that mouth. It was extremely erotic. He felt his stomach coil, preparing to release. He gasped when Arthur took him completely in his mouth, his nose breathing against Yao's pubic hairs. He pulled back quickly and had a firm grasp on Yao's staff.

"Why? I was so close!" Yao groaned in frustration, feeling his climax go back down, it was steadily bubbling underneath the surface. Arthur pressed a kiss on Yao's damp forehead.

"Be patient," He said, even though his organ seemed equally needing, shamelessly erect. He coated his hand with the fluids from Yao's organ and his finger lightly probed the puckered opening. Slowly, he slid his finger in, going in and out slowly.

Gradually, he opened Yao up with more fingers, steadily stroking Yao's dripping staff to get him to relax. When Yao's opening was loose enough, he positioned his tip at the twitching, eager opening. He entered, groaning at the warm cavern that enveloped. Arthur's dick twitched and swelled even larger.

Ever the gentleman, he pressed another kiss to Yao's lips and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Yao shook his head no. "It's fine."

Arthur slowly rocked his hips, settling himself into the tightly stretched body. They were both tense, and Arthur was loosing it. He thought he would go crazy.

"Arthur ... " His cat-like amber eyes shone in the flickering lamps. "Rougher," He whined. Ending all the gentleness and patience, Arthur quickly shoved his dick back into the wanton body, causing Yao to moan.

Their pace was slow, but Arthur carefully rolled his hips each time, wanting very much to pleasure the porcelain doll. Yao's fingers started to play gently with the damp golden locks.

"Don't fall too deep with me, otherwise you'll get hurt," Yao gasped as he felt the stiff rod ram into him, all the way to the hilt. His fingers tightened into Arthur's back, leaving indentations in the damp shirt. Arthur groaned, shifting himself slightly, sliding into deeper into the hot heaven.

Leaning down, he whispered into Yao's ear, "I'll take my chances."

He rolled his hips, penetrating with vigor, as his speed increased. Yao moaned as he felt it ram against a pleasurable spot, his body became slack as he handed himself over to his senses. Every time Arthur thrust against that special spot, spasms wracked his body, making his organ drip profusely.

Yao turned his head side to side, drowning in all the heady pleasure. "Ahh if you do it that hard ... " He moaned, his body arching from the bed.

"What will happen?" Arthur asked teasingly as he whispered low into Yao's ear. He thrust deeper, reaching even further inside of Yao's body. The two were so connected, it was if they were one single organism. His dick seemed to reach the furthest recess of Yao's body, relentlessly pounding into the small frame.

"I'll lose it!" Yao replied, practically screaming at the ceiling.

The scent of their lovemaking filled the musty room, lusty cries shamelessly produced with every thrust. The bed squeaked with their frantic movements, as Arthur relentlessly entered Yao, over and over. Beads of sweat dripped from their sensual bodies, straining to please each other.

They couldn't count the times they had climaxed, it waded and waned constantly like waves upon a beach.

Even if I burn in this heat, I would die happy. To be enveloped in this brilliance, I don't care if it's a foolish man's dream. I want to bask forever in this radiance, to feel this precious skin on mine. Gently, he caressed the skin. Arthur thought all this, his entire being wrapped completely in this emotion he rarely felt. This fleeting and quick burst of happiness.


By the time Yao awoke, his eyes slowly opened. His head hurt and he was extremely groggy. He looked to the side, and was disappointed to find it empty. His hand ran over the pillow, and he rolled over, burying his face into the pillow. Why did he feel so sad?

He was the one who warned Arthur that he didn't care. He was emotionless and free. He didn't belong to anyone, and yet it felt like his heart belonged to the British man.

It was past mid afternoon, the sun shining brightly into the room. The cicadas were outside, noisily making their own special brand of music. He slowly sat up, feeling lost. He got up from the bed, his feet swinging from the floor.

He picked up the dress from the previous night, and slipped it on. No, it smelled strongly of sweat and lovemaking. Plus, today he didn't want to dress like a female.

Yao took off his silk dress, revealing his pale backside with a light scar, and a round firm butt. He was not surprised when he felt warm arms wrap around his waist. The British man rested his chin on Yao's shoulder, his light green eyes catching the sunlight.

"How careless. Anyone could've seen this precious butt of yours." He said teasingly.

"I know, I could hear your footsteps." Yao replied, lying. He could never let Arthur know that he felt insecure, and upset when he thought Arthur had left. Arthur laughed and turned the small body around to face him. The hands ran lovingly over Yao's back, trailing even lower to grab handfuls of the round swells of his butt.

"You bad boy,"

"Isn't that why you always choose me?"

Arthur's thumb stroked Yao's bottom full lip, his eyes filling up with sadness. "Who knows?" He whispered softly, entranced by the unreal, fairy tale like doll that was in his arms.