Pairing: Rochu (Ivan x Yao) | Genre: Lemon, Angst, Romance | Rating: R-18
Synopsis: On Christmas day, the day of the dissolution of the Soviet Union, Ivan is preparing for his departure when Yao comes for one final visit, his first in decades since their split. They reminisce happy and unpleasant memories, burying the hatchet and re-bridging the unique connection between them.
Written as a Christmas present for atds0724's Secret Santa project.
Warning: Explicit description of Male-on-male lemon
All characters (C) Axis Powers Hetalia & Hidekaz Himaruya. Characters and story are not representative of actual nations and events.
Chapter 2: Last Night, Good Night
The anxiety on Ivan's face vanished and he broke into a child-like smile. He made quick work of the buttons, wrenching open the Mandarin shirt to expose the beautiful pale body. He pushed the shirt off the slender shoulders and wrenched it off him completely, caressing the bared skin with his tongue and lips. When he had left his marks all over Yao's neck and shoulders, he moved on to suck at one plump, cinnamon nub and then the other, eliciting a groan of pleasure from his lover.
In response, Yao coyly undid the buttons on Ivan's shirt until his furred chest was revealed. He stroked the hard, broad chest lovingly.
"Ivan, you have lost weight. Your chest feels leaner than it used to aru," Yao said sympathetically.
"You too, Yao," Ivan ran his long fingers through Yao's black silky hair tenderly, dislodging his hair tie in the process. "You must have been through so much. This is my fault. I've wasted so much time that we could have spent together."
"Stop apologizing, Ivan, a nation's fate is tied to his boss' orders. I don't blame you, and I hope you do not resent me for our conflicts aru," Yao reached up to ruffle Ivan's hair.
"Of course I don't," Ivan planted a smooch on his forehead.
"Then, let's not waste any more time," Yao said. Blushingly, he reached out to the zipper on Ivan's pants and slid it down, exposing Ivan's throbbing hardness trapped under his cotton briefs. Yao tugged at the hem of the briefs, freeing Ivan's straining member from its cotton prison.
"Yao, do you want to…?" Ivan's eyes widened in surprise at Yao's forwardness.
"I… I will do it," Yao murmured. Yao would usually only offer this 'special service' to Ivan on special occasions such as Ivan's birthday, or if he was in a particularly good mood, which were exceedingly rare. Today was neither one of these days, but just as Ivan wanted to leave behind unforgettably beautiful memories, Yao wanted Ivan to remember his touch. He reached out a trembling hand and stroked his lover's throbbing member gently.
Ivan let out a moan of pleasure as his member responded positively to Yao's touch.
"Wait… let's get into a more comfortable position. I want to fully enjoy every single sensation you offer," Ivan inched himself backwards and leaned against a plush arm of the couch. Then he opened up his legs in silent invitation, giving Yao a feral smile. Taking his cue, Yao sat up, moved towards Ivan and positioned himself between Ivan's legs. He took hold of Ivan's majestic member and slid his tongue over the tiny slit at the top of his lover's hardness, teasing, delving, before sliding down to the base. His lips increased pressure, sucking deeply, listening with satisfaction to Ivan's groans of pleasure. Despite so many years apart, Yao remembered all his sensitive spots, especially where touches electrified him. Ivan's member grew harder and larger under his masterful strokes.
"Yao!" Ivan moaned impassionedly.
Hearing the passion in his voice, Yao knew that Ivan was close. He moved his head forward, engulfing as much of Ivan's lengthy hardness as his small mouth could hold. Ivan instinctively began to thrust, once, twice, and then his orgasm detonated. His essence erupted inside Yao, who continued to suck him deeply and firmly, insistently taking all he had to offer. Finally, Ivan slumped back, his climax abated.
Yao released Ivan's limp member from his mouth and slumped down on the coach, feeling spent from his efforts to serve his lover in the best way possible. As he panted heavily, his insatiable lover, having quickly recovered from paradise, cupped his jaw firmly in his hand and tilted his head upwards.
Ivan could never get over how beautiful Yao was, especially when they were in a heated moment of passion. His heart thundered at the sight of Yao's flushed face, unkempt hair that stuck to the side of his perspiring face, and the trickle of cream that wantonly adorned the edges of his rosy lips and chin. His own cream. He could not fathom how Yao could still look so innocently angelic and bashful when he was in fact quite the seductor.
Yao smiled feebly at Ivan, proud that his lover desired him so much. He always thought that Ivan, with his enigmatic violet eyes, soft beige blonde hair, charming smile, beefy physique oozing with masculine charm and distinctive large nose, was the most alluring being he had ever laid eyes on. Of course, owing to his prudish and proud nature, he had never told him so. Realizing it could well be the last time he had the opportunity to reveal his true feelings, Yao purred, "Ivan, you're the sexiest beast I've ever had the fortune to meet."
Instantly turned on by Yao's confession, Ivan took hold of Yao's slender arms and pulled him up so that he leaned against his body. After showering his rosy cheeks with kisses, Ivan husked into his ear, "You have such a sweet mouth, my little sunflower. You deserve a reward for that."
In a forcefully swift movement, Yao was lying on his back once more, eagle-spread as Ivan clambered over him. He tugged at the hem of Yao's black pants, sliding his boxers and pants down simultaneously until his creamy thighs were revealed inch by inch, rosy erection rising from his pants. Then he lifted up Yao's legs slightly from the couch and with a final tug, pulled his pants off him, denuding him completely.
Ivan slid his fingers into Yao's velvety mouth and Yao obliged his silent instruction, coating Ivan's long, thick fingers with saliva fused with Ivan's own essence. Ivan removed his hands and slid his hand between Yao's legs towards his hidden back garden. He stroked around the tight flesh teasingly until it flexed its invitation and he slid his finger inside.
As he stroked Yao from within, Ivan pleasured his lover with his mouth once more. He pressed a kiss to Yao's parted lips and pushed his tongue inside to ravish Yao's slick muscle. Kisses and teasing bites were next placed along his torso, making Yao writhe in response. Yao's soft moaning increased in volume as Ivan's finger moved more vigorously.
Ivan slid a second finger inside, scissoring to stretch the tight sheath. Yao gasped with pleasure, encouraging a third finger to be slid in and readily accepted. Ivan gazed at Yao, savouring the sight before him. Yao's eyes amber eyes glowed with desire, his lips reddened and kiss-swollen as were the small nipples that were hard from his ministrations. A fine sheen of perspiration covered the smooth-skinned body, and Ivan could feel the tremors already beginning deep inside Yao. Slowly, Ivan pulled his fingers free, inciting a disappointed groan from Yao.
"Don't worry, my little sunflower. I'm going to go so deep inside you that you'll remember my touch forever." Ivan pushed Yao's thighs further apart and settled himself between them. He guided his hard flesh into the glistening, pulsating portal and pushed forward, feeling tight muscles squeezing his flesh.
Yao panted as his body accepted the much desired intrusion. He moaned as he felt Ivan's thick, hard rod slide inside him. Soon, it was buried completely, and Yao's legs came up to wrap around Ivan's waist. He pulled himself back and gave an experimental thrust.
"Vanya!" Yao moaned, his voice dripping with desire. Encouraged, Ivan made several long and slow thrusts that left Yao quivering in their wake. Then, moving more quickly, he set a fast rhythm that had Yao moaning his name helplessly, his hands alternating between burrowing his fingers into the hard cushion and grasping Ivan's hair. Ivan felt himself harden impossibly further, knowing that he was the one to make Yao come undone in such a sensuous, unrestrained manner. He found his lover's hidden jewel and stroked the sweet spot. Yao wailed helplessly, thrashing and arching his hips upwards, taking Ivan deeper into his body.
Ivan's thrusts became increasingly short, stabbing motions that sought to send both men wild. He relished the feel of the hot, tight sheath that enveloped him. The only sounds in the room stemmed from the wet slide of flesh in flesh and sighs and moans of increasing passion. He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching.
He reached for Yao's dripping shaft and stroked the slender length vigorously. With a gentle squeeze, Yao let out a wail of completion and his essence jetted free. The clenching of Yao's inner muscles pushed Ivan beyond his restraints of self-control. With a final few feral thrusts, Ivan released his seed inside his lover.
Ivan rolled their bodies over so that they lay facing each other, not leaving the sanctuary of his lover's body. The spent lovers lay silently in each others arms, catching their breaths and reveling in their happiest moments in years.
A bell far off tolled twelve times, signifying the arrival of a new day and reminding them of the cruel reality of Ivan's imminent departure. Yao's amber eyes filled with sorrow as they penetrated Ivan's violet eyes.
"Promise me that you'll take care of yourself aru."
"Will you wait for me? I cannot tell you how long it will take me to come back, nor can I assure you that I will indeed return, but I vow to do anything I can to return to your side da," Ivan said earnestly.
Yao smiled, "Of course aru. I will need to return your scarf to you."
They embraced each other tightly, sealing their promises with a kiss.
Ivan admired Yao's beatific sleeping face as he tenderly wiped his lover's body clean. He wished he could leave his essence inside Yao for longer, but he did not want Yao to catch a cold. He slid his finger inside Yao's gently pulsating channel, trying to curb his desire as he did his best to get as much of his ejaculation out as possible without waking his sleeping beauty. Yao intermittently emitted soft whimpers and moans, but otherwise displayed no signs of being disturbed.
When he had finished returning Yao to his untainted state, he proceeded to clothe him. It took him awhile to retrieve Yao's red shirt, which he discovered, had been flung to one far end of the living room. He lifted it up and contemplated it. Like Yao's gift for him, it was beautifully embroidered, although its colour had faded from years of wear. Yao, with his sentimental attachment for old things, never liked buying or making new ones unless absolutely necessary. He held the shirt to his nose and sniffed the neckline. As Yao's most frequently-worn shirt, the fragrance of peonies that Ivan often found on Yao had virtually been imprinted on it
Smiling tenderly at it, he gingerly folded it and placed it in his open suitcase. "Yao can't complain," he thought as he draped his own silk shirt over the sleeping form. "My shirt cost a pretty penny too da."
Right on cue, the doorbell rang. Ivan rushed to open the door, frightened that the loud ringing would awake his lover.
"Mister Ivan," his subordinate saluted him, "the flag is lowered. It's time to go."
"All right, hold on for a moment," Ivan replied. Returning to the couch where Yao snoozed gently, he blanketed Yao with his heavy tan coat and kissed him softly on his lips.
"Goodbye, Yao. I will always love you da."
He put on the coat from Yao, picked up his suitcase which only consisted Yao's shirt and his water pipe, and marched out resolutely into the freezing night.
Hours later, the morning sun streamed through the curtain-less windows, interrupting Yao's dreamless sleep. With a groan, he tried to sit up, but a dull aching sensation in his back muscles caused him to slump back down in pain. Too tired to move, he lifted his blanket off him to feel the warmth of the morning sun on his skin. As he did so, he discovered, with a pang, that the warm blanket that protected him from the cold was none other than Ivan's tan coat. Ignoring his pain, Yao sat up.
"Ivan!" Yao shouted as he stood up on trembling feet. His voice reverberated throughout the empty hall. Knowing that Ivan would have responded if he was indeed still at home, Yao headed directly for the window and looked out. There were no signs of living as snow continued to fall heavily. Yao knew he would have to go home before the snow got too high for him to walk through.
Wearily, he packed Ivan's coat and soiled scarf into his bag. He pulled on his fur coat, slung his bag over his shoulders and trudged out into the cold towards the main gates. For what he felt could be the last time, he glanced back at the mansion that had housed so many blissful and bitter memories.
For 4,000 years I have lived, but not loved for the most part. A decade, a century, a millennium or more is nothing to me. I will survive, knowing that our memories will keep me strong.
Taking heart in this thought, he headed East.
THE END
There will be a bonus cracky happy ending to make up for the angst if anyone's interested.
I'm wondering what happened to the people who used to comment on my fics. Did everyone lose interest in Rochu or my writings? *cries*
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