And not the nasty kind of sex... well...

Warning: Orgy, voyeurism, dubcon, heavy petting, shower, fingering, grinding, innuendo, RusAme, FrUK, Franada, Spamano, PruAus, Nichu, GerIta (all citrus/lime smut), aphrodisiacs/pheromones.

Disclaimer: I did not create Hetalia, but I do enjoy exploiting the characters~

Smells Like Sex

"Took you long enough," Alfred griped when they emerged.

Toni shrugged, toweling off his unruly hair, deciding that staying naked when he had nothing else to wear but his sweaty suit and now soiled underwear was probably the cleanest way to go. Besides, they were going to be fucking the whole time they were in the Box anyway, so why not? "It's not my fault Romano wanted to give his brother a blowjob~" he trilled.

Lovino went pink. "You forced me, tomato bastard!"

Toni raised an eyebrow. "Forced you? You looked pretty compliant to me when you were fingering yourself while doing it."

Lovino sputtered, and Francis gave a disappointed sigh. "Aw, merde, I missed it!"

"Oh quit your whining," Arthur said. "You'll get plenty of it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Francis pouted. "You mean, you won't 'own me' more in the shower?"

"No. Have to keep you clean and rested for your next performance. Wouldn't want you too knackered."

Francis scoffed and flipped his hair. "Someone like moi does not get 'knackered' by faire l'amour, chéri~"

Ivan stood. "I'll be going with England and France." Both nations immediately stiffened. "What? Will be just like a sauna, just with no waist towels or oak leaf branches."

"What about me?" Alfred spoke up.

Ivan smiled. "Can you walk?"

Alfred frowned at his pleased expression. "No, you sadistic bastard. But you can carry me." The last two words were mumbled.

"Huh? What was that Amerika? I couldn't quite hear you."

"I said you can fucking carry me, okay?"

"Well, when you put it that way, I could just drag you there by your hair instead." Alfred blinked up at him, at a loss for words. Ivan's smile turned sour. "Now are you to be speaking to me nicely?"

Alfred glared. "Fine, could you… just take me to the shower?"

"What is that English word that everyone says when they really want something? Can you remind me? I've forgotten."

"Please," Alfred mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Fuck… please! Okay, please."

"'Please' what?"

"Please…" Alfred sighed and ducked his head. "Carry me to the shower, Russia."

Ivan's smile turned saccharine again. "Now you are being reasonable. Of course I will carry the weak, little Amerika~!" He stooped to pick him up.

"Hey!" Alfred snapped, writhing about in his arms. "I'm not weak! Heroes aren't weak. And heroes can walk, too!"

Ivan raised an eyebrow. "Are heroes whores as well? Because this one cannot seem to walk from having his ass reamed."

"Dick."

"I already gave it to you, as I recall. And you want more? What was I saying about whores again?"

Alfred gave an infuriated growl and crossed his arms as Ivan carried him off to the bathroom, grumbling unhappily to himself.

Arthur stood and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to be bleeding from the ears by the time I leave this place…"

"Or from somewhere else~" Francis quipped, and Arthur flicked his ear. "Aïe!"

"All right, we're going in after them. Matthew, are you coming along as well?"

Matthew flushed at being noticed. He still wasn't quite used to it. "Y-yeah, I guess."

Gilbert stood. "All right, let's get cle—"

"No," Arthur said. "Too crowded, you go after we're finished."

Gilbert frowned, but didn't object, and Arthur thought it lucky that he had been the odd one out. The less loudmouths in the confined space, the better for his hearing.

They all filed in, and Alfred and Ivan were already under the water, Ivan letting Alfred lean on him as the American spread his cheeks to let the cum in his ass leak out.

"Christ, what're you, Russia, a fucking cum machine?" That shit was really up in there.

"Matvey came in you as well, da? You are just a whore~"

"Shut up, bastard."

Ivan frowned. "Here, you will not get it all out like that. Let me help you." And he shoved one of his cold, meaty fingers up Alfred's rear.

Alfred yipped. "Whoa, fuck! Hey, I didn't say you could do that! I know how to empty my own ass, dude."

"Of course you do. You're a whore, but for some reason you keep wanting me to acknowledge that. Now, stop squirming."

"R-Russia, your finger feels like a fucking icicle! Get it out, I can do it myself!"

"You seemed to like my cock in there before."

"Yeah, but your cock wasn't cold as fuck."

"Be quiet. You really are as annoying as a child. Just stand still and it will be over faster."

"Ugh, it feels weird… stop twisting it like that, you fucking pervert."

"I will do with you as I wish."

"I never said you could!"

"But you gave me your body willingly enough. Twice. Now be quiet, da?"

Alfred huffed and winced as Ivan rubbed roughly at his insides, slowly working a wad of cum down his chute. And he thought enemas felt weird, fuck.

Not that he had had an enema before. Or had given himself one just to see what it felt like. No, that was for fucking weirdos, which he wasn't.

Ivan let Alfred lean on him, smiling whenever he felt him flinch or shiver. It took only a couple more minutes, and Ivan took his finger out, the cum rushing out after it. Alfred groaned, feeling the waterfall gush down the back of his legs. Damn, they had gotten deep.

Francis was watching with a smirk, though Arthur quickly had him facing the corner as he wet him down and soaped him up (Francis trying very hard to tempt Arthur into touching him sexually, but he was left disappointed). Matthew, meanwhile, covered his crotch with his hands, feeling it twitch as he saw the cum flow out of Alfred's used ass. He faced a corner himself.

When the last drops were gone, Alfred slumped against Ivan, panting.

"That felt like a bucketful."

Ivan scoffed. "You have no sense."

"You just love being an asshole, don't you?"

"Only as much as you do. Now, you did… well. For being good, I will give you a reward~"

Alfred frowned. "What rewa—ah!" Ivan's finger was in him again, probing. The Russian hooked it and soon found Alfred's sweet spot. "O-oh, ow, fuck, easy, man. You and Mattie did a number on that today."

Ivan let up a little and began to rub softly, teasingly. Alfred shuddered against him and moaned. Another finger and a soft thrust later, and Alfred was coming, though not as much as before. Afterward, he could barely stand, and Ivan had to clutch him against his side.

"Why… did you do that, bastard?" Alfred asked, breathless. "I'm still sore."

"But you came, didn't you?"

"Just wash me."

"I did not hear you~"

"Please, Russia."

Francis knew Arthur was doing it on purpose. He had to be. He had to know. The Briton's hands swept around his inner thighs, his ass, around his nipples, but never truly touched the places that needed to be touched. Francis whined and tried to look as appealing as he could, but Arthur would not budge on his statement to not engage in anything with him. Finally, he said, "England, you are truly horrible."

Arthur smirked. "Am I?" He pressed his front to Francis's back and kissed his shoulder, gradually making his way up to his neck and sucking a sensitive groove. Francis moaned and ground back into him as Arthur's hands roamed over his thighs. Francis did smell rather good, Arthur had to admit, in fact he was very close to smelling undeniably attractive. Before, it had just been that horrid cologne, but now…

Arthur was hard again and aching. Francis moaned again, knowing full well his predicament, and Arthur pulled away. He wouldn't give Francis the satisfaction of seeing him go back on his word. "Rinse off, you're finished." When Francis gave him a longing look, Arthur shoved him and said, "Quickly now."

Matthew was under the water, and Francis joined him, wasting no time in groping around. Matthew squeaked and stepped away, but Francis snatched him back, taking in his scent. Wow, he smelled fantastic. More than fantastic, he smelled… fuckable. His fingers slipped down Matthew's crack.

"France, please," Matthew insisted, removing his hands. He just wanted a nice shower after three orgasms that day.

"France," Arthur barked, and Francis took his hands off him. It wasn't like he was obeying Arthur, no, never… he just wanted to make sure the next time they fucked would be as equally mind-blowing as the first.

By the time they came out, Arthur's watch read five 'o clock. His stomach growled. "Hey, has anyone heard from Hungary about—what the bloody hell are you all doing?"

Everyone was gathered close together around those who had previously come out of the shower.

"Ve, England, please help us!"

"The bastards won't stop sniffing us!" Lovino shouted before shoving Kiku away. The older man was blushing madly, but he kept coming back. Ludwig was trying to be discreet about being close to Roderich, but it was obvious the Austrian noticed and was displeased.

Toni himself had Gilbert attached to one side of him and Yao practically sitting in his lap. "Buena tarde, amigos! We were wondering what took you so long."

At their entry, Yao, Kiku, Ludwig, and Gilbert raised their heads. "You have it, too," Yao stated and made to get up.

Toni held him down, pulling him back into his lap with a smile. "Now, where do you think you're going, querido? I like you sitting here with me." Yao flushed and Lovino scoffed.

"Have what…?" Then Alfred smelled it. It was on him and everyone else. "What the fuck is that?"

"I don't know," Gilbert admitted, getting up. "But whatever it is, I'm getting it, kesesese!" And he rushed off to the bathroom.

It didn't take him long to find the source: the soap. It was in a pinkish bottle that had no label. The soap itself looked ordinary enough, but the smell… was it normal to want to fuck soap?

"Hey, guys!" Gilbert said when he emerged after showering, a wide smile on his face. "Guess what I fo—?"

The lights shut off abruptly.

Feliciano screamed and Arthur slapped Francis's roaming hand.

"Ve, what's going on?"

"Ai-ya, what else?"

"Germany-san, you are too close to me…"

"Oh, sorry, Japan."

"Eliza!" Roderich shouted at the ceiling. "What is the meaning of this?"

"I tried shouting at her already. It doesn't work."

"I didn't ask for your advice, Prussia."

"YOU CANNOT SILENCE THE AWESOME!"

Everyone shouted, "SHUT UP!"

Gilbert went quiet.

Then, after about a minute, the lights came back on. And what they saw made them gape.

In front of them were containers. How they got there no one could figure, but as soon as they discovered they had food in them the puzzle was forgotten. Most of the food was simple sandwiches of ham or turkey with cheese (none of that American crap, which, Francis pointed out, did not have the decency to be called cheese) and mayonnaise (which, to say the least, Yao and Kiku did not appreciate. Sandwiches were weird!) and a water bottle for each. But Arthur, Francis, Gilbert, Roderich, Toni, Feliciano, and Lovino had their choice toppings: tomato, of course, for the Italians, and sauerkraut for the Gilbert and Roderich. Arthur's container had a little custard tart inside. He quickly ate it before anyone else noticed and decided to be greedy.

Alfred, Ivan, and Matthew, however, had meals that they preferred: Alfred—typically—with a hamburger (make that a double with the not-cheese Francis had declared), Ivan with kolbasa and a shot of vodka (Just a shot? Ivan thought, disappointed), and Matthew with poutine. Alfred took one look and said, "And you think I eat unhealthy?"

When they were almost finished, the mic clicked on again and Elizaveta's cheery, maniacal voice trilled, "Did you like your meals? Good. The better you do, the better your meals are. So, make sure your work is top notch tomorrow. Now, in those big boxes below the shelf are three air mattresses. Go get them."

Kiku was closest and rifled around in the boxes, pulling out the sleeping bags and piling them up. "Um… these look small."

"Of course they look small! You guys didn't think you'd be sleeping far apart, did you? Well, no way! And guess what? I get to pick who will be sleeping next to who!"

"Oh no…" they all said at once.

"Oh yes! So, here's how it'll go: England and France and Canada (three for one, haha!), Russia and America, Spain and Romano, Germany and Italy, Japan and China, and Austria and Prussia. And everyone has to be spooning or you won't all fit on the mattresses and everyone has to be naked; there will be no need for clothes from here on out—no exceptions!" Everyone groaned and some had to have the lecherous looks slapped from their faces. "Now, no complaints or else. You know what I mean when I say 'else.' So get the mattresses pumped and in order and behave, my little rabbits. Oh, and by the way, that soap you used? Yeah, it has sex pheromones. Sweet—or rather wet—dreams!" And the mic cut off.

"No!" Lovino shouted at once. "No way am I sleeping with Spain or am I letting Feli sleep with the potato bastard."

"H-how will we all fit onto those mattresses? They really do look small…" Matthew asked, his face and neck red.

"I wouldn't try to go against Eliza," Roderich warned, displeased himself. "She tends to go a little devil-may-care when someone tries to oppose her. One complaint past her liking and I fear some of us might not being coming out of here." His gaze wandered over to Gilbert.

"Most possibly put up for auction to her loyal man-eating fangirls, no doubt," Gilbert grumbled. But he supposed it wasn't all that bad. He was sleeping with Roderich, and if he already took him once…

Kiku hooked the tube up to a pump and the mattresses slowly blew up to normal size. As they grew, Matthew grew more and more uncomfortable. They looked smaller than he'd hoped and he was going to be sleeping with Francis besides. Maybe he could work something out with Arthur and put the Briton between himself and Francis. With all his experience sharing any type of bed with Francis, the older man's hands tended to… roam at night, and Matthew really wanted some sleep.

When they were all blown up, everyone helped situate them. It was a good thing there were only three; no more could possibly fit in the small space. Kiku tossed some comforters out of the box and there was a little scrabble over them before the lights dimmed and they all supposed they should get off to sleep.

Ivan took a corner, pressed up against a wall. He motioned for Alfred, but the other hesitated.

"Uh, can't we move closer to the… middle of the mattress?" Besides never sleeping on the edge of a bed (because that's where the monsters got you), he definitely didn't want to be isolated with Ivan in a corner. That could never spell good things.

But Ivan wasn't letting up. "Oh? Is Amerika afraid?"

Alfred stiffened. "N-no, I am not!"

"Nyet? Then come here. Russia will keep little Amerika safe from the ghosts~"

Alfred was glad that it was dark so Ivan couldn't see his blush. "Sh-shut up!" But he got on the mattress and crawled over anyway. Then Ivan sat up and moved over, leaving a little space between himself and the wall.

"Here is where you will sleep, Amerika."

Alfred's eyes widened. "No way. Nuh uh, absolutely no—"

But Ivan had grabbed him, wrestling him over his legs and into the space next to the wall. Alfred had his nose shoved a little against it before backpedaling madly and trying to escape. "Wait—!" But he was already boxed in. For the second time that day. Typical.

At first all he could do was lay there and try to calm himself. It's okay, Alfred, you're just laying here against a wall… with Russia at your back, nothing wrong here, haha! But for all intents and purposes, Ivan was the monster here. How could he ever sleep?

Ivan pulled him close and wrapped an arm around him—an arm that locked like a brace around his middle. His nose was in his hair, breathing, frighteningly close. "Cпокойной ночи, Amerika," he mumbled before going quiet. Alfred just lay there, wide awake, cursing his hammering heart, for he was pretty sure Ivan could feel it through his back.

Heroes don't get scared, he's just Russia, I've kicked his ass before, no prob, but…

Yeah, he couldn't exactly run away this time around.

Francis watched Kiku get undressed. The Japanese had waited until the lights were off, but his skin was so pale Francis could see it even in the dark. When Kiku was completely naked, he quickly slipped under the comforter where Yao, also nude, was waiting for him. It really was a shame Francis couldn't have had him before this, but he was pretty sure he would have a chance now. After all, the man couldn't exactly shut him out. Then Francis felt a flick on his ear.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For not listening to a single word I've been saying," Arthur snapped irritably. "I will be behind you and Canada will be in front. Now get your arse to bed."

Francis smirked. In the middle? And between Arthur and Matthew at that? Could this be any better? "I have always wanted you to say that, amour~"

Arthur rolled his eyes and Francis got down onto the mattress, settling in quickly. Beside him, Matthew cursed himself. I couldn't freakin' ask England for a change in the sleeping arrangements? God, what am I, mute? He looked around, trying to stall before Francis tapped his knee.

"Euh, petit, I do not believe you can sleep sitting up."

Matthew swallowed and laid down, a few inches away from Francis, but the man's arms closed around him and pulled him in. Matthew wished he could say it was a comforting feeling.

"Bonne nuit, mon lapin,"

"Bonne nuit… Papa."

He could feel Francis smile against his skin, and the older man kissed him softly on the nape of his neck.

Arthur looked around, making sure everyone was settled, before slipping under the blankets and laying behind Francis. No sooner had he wrapped an arm around him did he feel Francis grind back against him. Arthur pinched him, and Francis whined.

"No, now stop acting like a cheap slag and go to sleep."

"Aw, please, amour?" Francis begged. Arthur really did smell good and Matthew as well. And even though he knew they were pheromones working on him, Francis was no less attracted to them. Even he wasn't above pheromones, come on. And with them coming at him from both sides… "We could be really quiet."

Arthur ignored him and Francis gave up… for now.

Lovino was not a happy camper. He never was, but especially not now. Here he was laying with Toni, unable to go to sleep for the fact that his own cock was hard. Yeah, he was hard. That was the reason he couldn't sleep, not because a fucking tomato pervert was breathing down his neck behind him. But then again, it wasn't exactly his fault. The pheromones were attacking his system like electrodes and behind him Toni's cock lay swollen against his ass. There really wasn't anything they could do but lay as still as possible. Lovino tried to take his mind off his need by focusing on the subtle movements of Ludwig and his brother a few feet away. They were separated by Gilbert and Roderich, but he could still see them, and he was watching them like a hawk. One wrong move, and Lovino would be on them like a bat out of hell.

Still, he couldn't hear anything for all of Gilbert's little 'kesesese's next to them.

"Prussia," Roderich warned as a hand once again snaked down to grope at his cock. "I'm warning you right now, if you don't stop, I'll—"

"Do what?" Gilbert whispered against his skin, and Roderich's grip loosened on the albino's wrist. "You can't do anything, kesesese! Just like last time I did it."

"Nein," Roderich felt his face heat and Gilbert's hard cock resting against him. "Stop… I-I just want to sleep. I'm too sore—"

"Sore?" Gilbert sniggered. "Wow, you really need to get around more, Specs."

"I'm sore and tired," Roderich admitted. "Could you please just let me sleep?"

"We both know you wouldn't be able to if I did stop," Gilbert said, and Roderich had to admit to himself it was true. The pheromones wafting off of Gilbert's skin were urging Roderich to open his ass to him and take his cock in to the hilt. The thought made him shiver and he almost pressed back against Gilbert, but he wouldn't stoop that low… even though he pretty much let Gilbert fuck him raw earlier.

Meanwhile, Yao and Kiku weren't really having the same problem. Okay, so maybe they didn't smell like they were in heat, but that didn't mean they were as emotionless as rocks. Yao had always considered Kiku adorable—very kawaii, and he couldn't resist cute things—and Kiku admitted that Yao was… attractive in his own right. Still, Yao was technically his older brother, no matter how much Kiku liked to deny it. And it was wrong… right? Well, Feliciano and Lovino were brothers and they'd fucked and Matthew and Alfred did the same, even shared sucking a cock together…

Ah, fuck. Kiku was hard. It was a good thing he was in front because his fantasizing about what happened that day was really getting to him. It was like they were in a yaoi manga, or in a fangirl's twisted rendition of an orgy fanfiction. Well, he supposed they were both correct in some way; Hungary was behind this, after all. Whatever this was, Kiku would definitely add it to his collection once he got out. Not that he would go soft anytime soon… they hadn't come once that day and had been forced to watch the others fuck. Blueballs was quite a concern.

Behind him Yao snuggled close, sad that they couldn't have done this before. He knew that Kiku was claustrophobic, but the smaller man was making no move to get away. It was like he was distracted about something…

Ah, jeez… what had he gotten into? Feliciano was squirming against him, trying to get comfortable, and it definitely wasn't helping Ludwig that he also smelled like he was in heat. It was certainly weird, laying there with an obvious hard-on while an attractive Italian was moving around, oblivious to it all.

"Um, Italy, could you lay still?"

"Germany? Ve, I'm sorry. I'm not used to sleeping on an air mattress. It feels funny!" Ludwig thought it very wrong that Feliciano's giggle made his cock twitch.

"Ja, just, um, just go to sleep now, okay?"

"All right, Germany, sir!"

Feliciano snuggled back into him, and Ludwig sighed. Verdammt, go down, go down… he told his cock adamantly, but it refused. Feliciano, though, didn't seem to mind, even giggling a bit when he felt it.

"Ve, Germany is very big~!"

Ludwig flushed. "I-if it makes you uncomfortable—"

"No," Feliciano said. "It feels… nice."

Ludwig blinked in the dark. "Italy?"

But the Italian was already asleep, and Ludwig was nowhere near able to follow.

Ivan, meanwhile, was having just as much trouble sleeping as, well, practically everyone else. It wasn't helping that Alfred smelled overwhelmingly fuckable. He felt Alfred shift against him, and as discreet as he knew Alfred was trying to be, he also knew it was more than just trying to get comfortable. Alfred's ass brushed over Ivan's engorged cock more than once, and very soon he was straining, leaking. He held Alfred's hips.

"Nyet, stop moving."

"But, Russia, I—"

"Be quiet."

Alfred shut up, but he wanted Ivan so much. And he knew Ivan must want him just as badly. Being pressed against Ivan and a wall didn't leave much room to move so that he wouldn't be touching him. He eventually turned over and looked up at him.

"Russia, I'm… really hard. I can't sleep."

Ivan frowned. "Try," he said simply.

"But I can't," Alfred insisted, turning Ivan over onto his back and straddling him. "And you can't either. We need to fuck. Now." He ground down against him, the blankets falling from around his naked body. He really couldn't stand it any longer. His balls ached like hell.

"Nyet, we must sleep," Ivan told him firmly. It took everything in him not to grind right back.

Alfred pouted and leaned down to kiss him, purely just to convince him. "Please?"

Ivan turned so that Alfred's lips brushed his cheek. "Nyet. Sleep."

"I could ride you."

"Nyet."

"But I could do all the work," Alfred urged, kissing his neck, nipping insistently, feeling Ivan give a peculiar shiver. He rolled his hips into him, very aware that the others on the mattress could feel and see them. "Please, Russia, I need it." He couldn't take his nose away from the Russian's skin. He smelled amazing and it fueled his arousal.

"No, Amerika," Ivan growled and grabbed him by the hips, stopping his movements. Alfred moaned in anticipation, but he was rolled off of him and was once again spooned from behind. "Now sleep."

Alfred could almost cry, he wanted it so bad, but he tried to stay composed. What was wrong with him? Did Ivan not want him? How could he? He knew the pheromones were working just as well on the Russian as they were on him. All he could breathe now were the pheromones with Ivan being so close to him, and he felt tears burn down his cheeks. Frustrated tears.

"Russia," Alfred whispered. He was desperate to make the ache in his balls and ass go away. He couldn't sleep like this. "Russia, please."

"Shh, go to sleep," Ivan whispered back and held him, feeling more than hearing Alfred cry. These pheromones were getting out of hand. Alfred wasn't one to cry over not getting a fuck. Over not getting a toy with his Happy Meal, yes, but never over a fuck. He actually felt bad for him. For once.

And bad for himself. Ivan couldn't make his cock go down to save his life. Breathing in Alfred's scent was becoming too much, but he had to spoon him, because Elizaveta said so (he would make her regret underestimating his temper once he got out). If only Alfred knew how dangerously close Ivan was to giving in, to flipping them over and ramming him as hard as he possibly could. It was a thought that made his cock twitch and Alfred whimpered with want when he felt it.

This was going to be a long night for everyone.

Translations:

merde-shit

faire l'amour, chéri-making love, darling

Buena tarde-Good evening

querido-darling

Спокойной ночи-Goodnight

petit-little one

Bonne nuit-Goodnight

Verdammt-Dammit

A Word From the Writer: Ack, it's been so long! I had to finish writing another chapter before posting another, so it took longer than expected, but it was for a reason, dammit! Just because it took longer than usual to get this one out, I'll throw in an extra treat for you lovelies.

Up, up, and away! ^_^