A request from the Pandora Hearts kink meme:
"In Hetalia, humorously, for many of the characters with silly ahoge/lone hair curls, that hair is actually an erogenous zone.
I want to see it be the same case for Rufus Barma. I don't care what the pairing is or if it's smut or crack or what."
Thanks for the idea, OP. I haven't read or seen Hetalia but I certainly know what an erogenous zone is and thought this would be fun to write. I'm not sure but I think I've written something that could be called "crack-y softcore smut." It will have two chapters.
Of Hairbrushes and Men
Duke Rufus Barma was a very private person, and few people knew much about him. It was well known that he loved fans, since he always had a fan with him. It was less known that he loved hairbrushes; this was a secret, and for a good reason.
"Duke Barma collects hairbrushes, ah?" said Xerxes Break, chuckling. "Perhaps he's trying to find just the right one which can tame that ahoge of his."
Liam Lunettes tried to suppress a smile.
"Mmm, Liam you know something you're not letting on, aren't you?"
Liam smiled and nodded.
"It's a secret. Duke Barma would be very upset if anyone found out."
"Well, I was very upset when he told you all the secret about my past," said Break, suddenly looking stern. "So I think I have a score to settle with him."
He stood right in front of Liam and looked him directly in the eye.
"You'll tell me the secret now, won't you, Liam-san?"
The next morning, Rufus Barma was relaxing in a chaise lounge in his dressing room, having his hair combed out by Liam. His long red tresses cascaded over the back of the chair and nearly touched the floor.
"I'm so glad you're able to do this for me today, Liam," said Rufus. "Ever since Cheryl's hands became arthritic, I rarely get this pleasure." A smile slowly crept onto his face, and his eyes closed.
"Not a problem," said Liam, gently pulling the silver comb through to tease out the knots.
"When you're done with the knots, Liam, would you mind switching to the boar bristle brush over there?"
"The one with the gold inlay handle, right?"
"Yes," said Rufus. "You know me well."
A few moments later, Liam put the silver comb on the nightstand, picked up the gold inlay brush, and started stroking his lord's long silky hair with it.
Rufus closed his eyes again; his breathing became more rapid and shallow as Liam gently caressed his hair with the brush. He squirmed on the chaise lounge, adjusting his clothing a bit.
Break was watching all this from the cabinet, and when Liam nodded in his direction, he crept out quietly and stood behind Rufus. Ever so carefully, without missing a stroke, Break took the brush from Liam's hands, and took over the brushing ritual.
"Liam," pleaded Rufus, his voice quivering. "Brush my…special lock of hair in the front, would you?"
Break grinned slyly and did as requested, stroking the ahoge with his hands and the hairbrush by turns, just as Liam had instructed him.
Rufus grew breathless and agitated, and wrapped his arms around himself, trying to get a grip on the feeling that was slowly overwhelming him.
Break wrapped the lock around his finger and twirled it around and around, while smoothing the Duke's hairline with the brush.
"Ohhh," moaned Rufus. "That's a wonderful new technique. What gave you the idea…"
Just then Rufus opened his eyes, saw the white-haired man standing over him instead of his brown-haired servant, and nearly fell out of the lounge chair.
"You!" said Rufus, looking at Break. "Where's Liam? He looked around the room but didn't see him, then looked back at Break. For a moment he thought Liam had somehow used an illusion technique to turn into someone who merely looked like Break. But as a master of illusion, he could tell that the man standing in front of him was the real thing – the one-eyed, mass murdering, candy-loving clown.
Break handed him his hairbrush.
"Now we're even on knowing each other's embarrassing secrets, ah?"
Thanks for reading and feel free to review.
Stay tuned for a second chapter with a three-way romp!
