Warning: This chapter is strictly out of bounds for under 18s.


Chapter 2

Yao didn't want it, although his body was gradually urging him otherwise. Intimacy was for the bedroom, under the camouflage of the dark night. Right now, it was late afternoon. They were in the kitchen, a place for cooking, not carnal activity for heaven's sake. Hong Kong and Taiwan would be coming over in a couple of hours and there were tents... no, dumplings to be wrapped and steamed.

Ivan's soft but aggressive lips kissed him breathless. By the time they left his own, Yao was gasping for breath. But all hopes of regaining normal air flow vanquished when Ivan clamped a large palm over his mouth and nostrils hard. Not hard enough to suffocate him, but enough to restrict his breathing, and consequently, his movements.

Yao despaired to find his strength and will power to struggle ebb away, replaced by a dull ringing in his ears and blurring vision. He kicked his feet, the only parts of his body that were free to move now, but they felt as reluctant as though he was wading through swamp. Instead he only succeeded in causing a throbbing pain in the small of his back, which was pressed against the edge of the kitchen counter.

"Don't struggle so, my little sunflower~ You're wasting precious energy for more fun things," Ivan slipped a large hand inside Yao's pants, "that we can do in a moment."

"Stop!" Yao tried to shout through Ivan's fingers, but it only came out like a frightened squeak.

"I like how easy your pants are to remove. No buttons or string, just an elastic hem. Very practical da~"

The pants in question slipped down to Yao's ankles in a split moment. Yao felt terribly exposed as his boxers followed soon after.

"But these buttons on your shirt have got to be the most redundant invention ever," Ivan fumbled with the small, intricate frog buttons with one clumsy hand, while the other hand remained firmly clapped over his lover's mouth.

"Well, how about it? Would you like to remove your own shirt, or do I have to ruin yet another nice shirt of yours?" Ivan tugged hard at the mandarin collar, threatening to rip it apart.

Yao glared at Ivan through tears of indignation and discomfort from the lack of oxygen. The shame of submission was hard to swallow, but if the Russian was going to get away with what he wanted, as he always did, there was no reason to do so at the expense of another pricey silk brocade shirt. Shamefacedly, he drew two limp hands up to his collar and undid the buttons.

"Good boy," Ivan cooed as the last button unclasped, revealing a smooth ivory chest. He lifted his iron grip off Yao abruptly. The sudden influx of oxygen made Yao's head spin momentarily. While Yao fought to normalize his breathing, Ivan removed his own clothes. He pressed his muscular torso against Yao, who trembled at the feel of soft chest hair against his naked skin, and trailed moist kisses down his nape and shoulders, where he paused to leave fresh marks of passion over faint pink scars from a previous encounter. One free hand supported Yao's waist, cushioning him from the hard kitchen counter while another hand snaked down to his erection. Yao shivered with each stroke of Ivan's masterful fingers, knowing that he could stay indifferent no longer. Ivan understood his body far too well.

"Don't," Yao whimpered. A soft moan of pleasure barely escaped his lips.

Ivan left behind an especially red mark that caused him to gasp in pain, and proceeded to suck and lick his nipples. Yao shuddered and sobbed, fully aware that he had lost yet again to his body's wanton desires. Without a stitch on, it was far too easy to see what he truly wanted in spite of his pained expression. Yao stifled yet another moan, but he was helpless about the warm milky liquid that flowed from his erection over Ivan's hand.

"Just nice for the lube," Ivan rubbed the sticky liquid between his fingers. He snuck two fingers inside Yao's buttocks and moved them in and out. He was pleased to fill the warm muscles close in on his fingers invitingly, to hear Yao become increasingly vocal about his desires. It made Ivan even more conscious of his own needs.

Ivan drew out his fingers, now moist from his lover's juices. He grabbed Yao around the waist and lifted him up onto the counter so he could now lie in a more comfortable position.

"Your turn to pleasure me now," Ivan pushed Yao's thighs apart and drove his red-hot rod inside.

"Nnnh… Ahhh! Ivan…! Ivan!" Yao wailed, all remnants of self-control gone as he writhed in ecstasy of their lovemaking. Ivan's movements were rapid and rough, but the pain could not deter him from the immense waves of ecstasy that invaded him with each push and pull.

"Yao… Yao…! You belong to me and me alone, do you hear?" Ivan panted. "I'll kill anyone who tries to take you away… your siblings included."

Ivan seized Yao around the waist and pulled him closer, pressing himself further in for more. Yao did not hold back his moans of pleasure, knowing he was always helpless from the pleasures that Ivan afforded him. Their bodies moved in unison as they called to each other until their voices fused in a jubilant cry.

To be continued...


A/N: I am sooo sorry, although I promised to finish this by Duan Wu Jie, I failed to do so T_T I have been busy writing a new story for the Rochu Squad competition on Deviant Art because I know I won't be able to finish Taming the Polar Bear for it by the deadline. So I guess this doesn't really qualify for a Duan Wu Jie fic anymore. But! Who cares right? Everyday's a special day with some good 'ol Rochu ero XD 正所谓工口不需天时地利,只需人'合'~

I'm ashamed at how short this is and I really wish I could have made it longer, but I'm still a newbie at this. Still, I hope this is at least a slight improvement from the smut in Sex in the Forbidden City ^^;

I will finish this up after I'm done with my contest entry XD Although the climax is pretty much over, it will be strange to end here since I introduced Taiwan and HK at the beginning of the story.