Warnings: lemon.

Chapter One

Japan sucked in a breath as he opened the door to his office, the cool night air sweeping against his face. It took just as much effort as you'd expect for a man with a number of security forces protecting him to give his guards the slip.

Then again, being around for three thousand years longer then them made everything easier.

Now there were only the guards who patrolled the outer perimeter of the building, and, of course, the panicked security forces who would no doubt be looking for him.

"Kiku?"

Japan stifled a curse and turned slowly towards his boss. "Yes?" he said politely, trying to inconspicuously edge out of the building.

His boss came closer, frowning. "What are you doing?" he asked with annoyance, crossing his arms. "The next meeting is in ten minutes."

"A-ah…" Japan floundered for an excuse, thinking rapidly. "Well, um, England-san called and said he needed help with…something," he lied, wondering what exactly England needed help with. "He said, ah, America-san…America-san filled the Japanese embassy there with, um, hamburgers. Yes."

His boss didn't look convinced.

"I need to get there very soon," Japan went on, making his tone as believable as possible. "Or else all of our diplomats will die. Of high cholesterol. And, um, food poisoning. America-san's food is not particularly healthy," he added. "Remember when he forced me to eat a full meal at McDonalds and how I ended up in the hospital?"

"Don't remind me," his boss muttered, backing off. "Go straighten out the problem right away," he said to Japan sternly. Kiku could barely, just barely make out the knowing tone of the other mans voice and the faint hint of a smile.

"And, ah, make sure no one gets food poisoning."

Japan bowed his head gratefully and hurried away.

When he reached China's apartment in Beijing, it was two in the morning. He pulled out the key and quietly unlocked the door, peering around the house to see if Yao was still awake.

Apparently, he was not, as evidenced by the deep, slow breathing that could be heard from the main bedroom. Kiku tiptoed in, and shrugging off his suit, slipped into the bed, smiling as Yao turned over, still fast asleep, to curl a protective arm over his body.

When Yao woke in the morning, he found to, to his pleasant surprise, Kiku curled up against his chest. It certainly wasn't the first time it had happened, so Yao settled down comfortably against the bed to watch his lover wake up.

First, Kiku would flutter his eyes softly and twitch a little bit before yawning and rolling over. He would stretch, similar to a cat, and gradually open his eyes, squinting against the sunlight.

However many times he'd seen it, Yao still swore that it was the most adorable thing in the world.

He smiled down at his lover, cupping the other's smooth cheek in his hand. "Sneaking in again, aru?" he asked with amusement as Kiku shrugged and nuzzled into his side.

"They were talking about my military budget again," Kiku said, voice muffled. "You know how those meetings are."

Yao sighed sympathetically and rubbed Kiku's back. "Still, you can't just run off on them, aru," he admonished gently. "They're…important."

"Hypocrite," Kiku accused, sitting up, "I've found you in my house, eating all my food, dozens of time. And you said you got bored."

"Well, they're boring, aru!" Yao protested, stung. "You should try it, aru!"

"Or," Kiku told him, now smiling, "I could just come to your house."

Yao also smiled. "That's a much better idea, aru," he agreed as they slid off of the bed. "You should visit me more often, aru."

"I try, Yao, I try."

Yao had a huge walk-in closet connected to his bathroom. Kiku rummaged through it, looking for his favorite blue kimono.

"It's in the red basket," Yao said as passed the door, carrying a towel. "I put it there a week ago."

"Thanks," Kiku called over his shoulder as he moved to look through the bin.

Yao paused. "Hey, Kiku…" he said, waiting until the other had turned around. "I'm going to go take a shower…want to come in with me?" he suggested seductively.

Kiku picked up a sock and threw it at him.

"Fine, fine, aru," Yao huffed, moving away from the room. "Have it your way, aru."

Inside the closet, Kiku sighed and picked up his kimono. As he moved to the exit, a white shirt caught his eye, and he paused, thinking.

Kiku turned to pick up the shirt, dropping his kimono on a rack. It wouldn't hurt, he reasoned, looking at the material. Besides, he deserves an apology for that stupid shrine visit.

Yao closed his eyes and leaned against the shower wall. Warm water, on a daily basis, was something he still appreciated, because thousand of years of going without couldn't erase what modernization had brought.

"Nii-san."

Yao jumped slightly and turned around.

Kiku stood there, under the spray of water, dressed in nothing more than a white t-shirt that was quickly turning translucent.

"I thought you didn't want to come in, aru," Yao said automatically, mentally hitting himself as he said it. Moments of passion between them were rare, Kiku initiating even more so.

Kiku shrugged and stepped forward. "You know how things are at my house lately," he said, glancing away. "I thought…"

Yao sucked in a breath. Oh. Oh.

"Kiku," he said, moving into the cascade of water. "Kiku, I don't need you to apologize for what others do, aru. We already talked about this."

Kiku squeezed his eyes shut and stepped forward. "I don't mind," he said rapidly, rushing the words. "It's been a while, and I know it's not fair for either of us, and-"

"When have I ever said that you have to force yourself?" Yao interrupted angrily. Kiku flinched and Yao hastily back-pedaled. "That is, aru," he amended, finally looking, really looking at Kiku, the drenched shirt clinging to his body in all the right places, "I don't mind at all. I just don't want…"

Now Kiku looked hurt. "You think I'd lower myself like that?" he whispered, brown eyes full of disappointment.

"I'm sorry, aru," Yao said, reaching out to touch Kiku's arm. "I…shouldn't have jumped to that conclusion right away, aru." He continued, uncomfortable comfortable in apologizing, because he was recovering from a century of humiliation and no one should ever push him around again, and he would never, ever do something that would leave Honda Kiku hurting.

(Honda Kiku and Japan are almost always two different people. The same can be said for all the personifications; it's not fair, and they try their best.)

Kiku leaned into the touch. Maybe the mood had already been killed, but, well, the way the water was plastering the shirt to his body, how Yao could see erect nipples beneath the material all too clearly…

Yao moved his hand until it was stroking Kiku's inner thigh. The smaller man moved forward, laying open-mouthed kisses to Yao's neck, sucking and nibbling even as his legs grew wobbly under the others ministrations.

Yao crouched to his knees, caressing Kiku's pale thighs with his mouth, kissing away small scars, small hurts. Kiku grabbed his hair, wet and a little soapy, as Yao turned his attention to Kiku's erection.

Kiku's moans were special, music in their own right, Yao thought as his lover trembled under his mouth. Sometimes Yao was overwhelmed that, even after everything that had happened, Kiku was here, Kiku was his, and nothing was going to change that.

"Yao. Nii-san. Wait."

Yao stopped instantly, standing back up. "What is it, aru?" he asked, voice slightly breathless.

Kiku struggled with the shirt, finally shrugging it off, throwing it to the side. He stood fully naked, water dripping from his hair, mapping out all the curves and sharp edges that Yao had grown to love about the other.

Yao grasped his hips and kissed Kiku deeply, whispering sweet nothings into the gesture as he pushed the smaller man against the wall. Kiku wrapped his legs around Yao's waist as his lover turned his attention to Kiku's nipples.

The sound of the water masked gasps and moans and a breathy "more, please, more," and Kiku's hand scrabbled against the wet marble, trying to find purchase on the stone.

Yao moved up, sucking at Kiku's neck, stopping just before any love bites could form. The Japanese man moaned loudly and ground himself against his lover. "In me," he breathed into Yao's ear, "Please."

Yao nipped at Kiku's ear. "Like I'd ever deny you, aru," he quipped, reaching for a small of bottle of conditioner that was lying on a rack to their side. He poured it generously onto his fingers. The liquid was thick, white, and dripped heavily onto the ground.

Kiku caught his eye. They smiled.

Yao quickly stretched Kiku, kissing him to take his mind off of all and any discomfort. Kiku squirmed a little, but being with Yao for so long, he was used to it.

Yao finally removed his fingers, and positioned himself carefully. "It might hurt a little bit, aru," he warned, sliding forward. "It's been a while, aru."

Kiku rolled his eyes and jerked his hips upward, stifling a moan as Yao entered him. "I know," he said, voice slightly breathless with an edge of pain. Yao quickly increased the speed of his strokes, making Kiku moan louder and louder. The hot water pounded down on them, steam curling around their bodies, hazing out the edges until they were focusing only on each other.

"Go faster," Kiku gasped, "Oh god, Yao-"

His words ended in a drawn out scream; Yao had found his prostrate and was hitting it mercilessly.

"Say my name," Yao urged, groaning as the friction between them built. He reached down a hand to stroke Kiku's erection, smiling at the moans and gasps he was receiving. Kiku was startlingly sensitive, and it was starting to show. Yao captured Kiku's lips again, exploring the other's mouth with the familiarity of one who has done the act many, many times.

Yao broke the kiss and directed his attention to Kiku's neck, still stroking the Japanese man's erection. Kiku liked it best when he alternated gentle caresses with hard bites, leaving a long trail of hickeys done his neck.

Kiku moved his hands, wrapping them around Yao's, moving faster and faster until he felt the slightly unfamiliar pressure build in his stomach. Kiku squeezed his eyes shut and lost control, shuddering as the orgasm hit him hard.

Yao sped up, and within a few moments he had come as well. Cum drizzled down Kiku's leg, quickly washed away by the warm water.

They slid down to the tiled floor, tired and still basking in the afterglow. Yao kissed Kiku's nose, ears, mouth; whatever he could reach. "Love you, aru," he whispered as Kiku curled into his side. They sat, understanding in silence, letting the water wash away stickiness and an argument that had not quite happened.

Hooray for make-up sex. So, like it, love it, hate it? Leave a review!

EDIT: the shrine japan was thinking about is a reference to the Yasakuni Shrine, which honors 14 class A war criminals.

It's the one the Japanese pm visited recently, and it made China and Korea furious.

Remember kids, Shinzo Abe is a bastard :p