Ugh...My bad! I'm totally gonna stop promising updates from now on, because I jinx myself and then get into a lot of shit and forget to write. So Sorry! I feel supah bad about it. Anyways hope you all like this chapter, kinda short but I needed to upload it so that I could get started on the next part.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! At all! Awh, how very sad! :/
America reluctantly put in one of the less gruesome films and settled down on the couch, making sure there was a reasonable distance between himself and the other who he was certain had picked out the horror films on purpose.
"America, you're going to crush my arm if you hold on any tighter!" Russia gasped out as he struggled to remove the panicked American from his arm. The blonde had been doing fine until the end of the movie when the main character who had appeared to have made it through the hardships was brutally murdered right as they were about to escape.
"No! Don't leave, please!" Alfred whimpered as Russia attempted to move off of the couch so that he could turn the light on.
"Don't you want the light on though? Wouldn't that help?" Ivan asked as he looked down at the completely terrified country beside him. The other countries had been right about America not liking scary movies, but Ivan had no idea it was this extreme.
"No, well yes…but just stay here, ok?" Alfred mumbled as he bit his lip and looked away shyly, ashamed that Russia of all people was witnessing him at his worse. "I swear if you tell anyone about this, I'll nuke your ass."
Russia sighed as he continued to sit while America trembled next to him. While he was caught up in his thoughts, Ivan felt the couch shift and immediately noticed that the blonde was leaning onto him, with his face nuzzled into the scarf around his neck. It had startled him at first, but it was fine so long as-
"Nn!" Russia's face fell as the sound left his mouth.
America smirked into the taller country's neck as he nuzzled his nose against Russia's jugular, wanting to make sure he was completely right.
"F-fucking bastard!" Russia gritted out as he brought his arms up and attempted to pry the American off, who was now wearing a shit-eating grin and had a firm grip on Russia, refusing to be pried off.
"How interesting…"Alfred thought aloud as he ran a finger along one of the scars across the larger male's neck, completely relishing in the noise the other let out. "I had wondered if other countries had similar areas like my Nantucket and Italy's curl…I guess this only goes to prove it."
Alfred then grew bold after he made sure that Russia was incapable of throwing him off as he leaned forward and let his breath ghost over the pale neck in front of him.
"I knew you were going to pick out a scary movie by the way, just to let you know…after what you did in the meeting room while England and France were there…I've been planning this all along." Alfred smirked as he felt Russia tense under him.
"How did you know- ahn!" Russia moaned as the teasing blonde bent closer and ran his tongue over one of the larger scars across his throat. Russia was beyond pissed at how this was playing out. Ever since he had found out he would be staying with America he had been planning on eventually gaining some sort of control over the blonde and seducing the other…but at the moment it was happening in the reverse of what he had originally planned.
"How did I know that your neck was so sensitive? Well it might have just been a hunch on my part, but you are always wearing your scarf, so I figured there was a little more to it than you just wanting such a treasured item with you at all time, and after you surprisingly let me borrow your scarf during the meeting, I noticed the scars and that you wore clothes to cover them as best you could."
Russia's eyes widened as the American continued to assault his neck. The sneak was far more perceptive than he had known, and that was particularly upsetting considering the fact that Russia had prided himself in thinking that he knew more about the other due to his constant spying during the Cold War, and that just made him wonder if the blonde had been acting all along back then as well.
"You piss me off." Russia hissed as he managed to grab the blond around the throat and flip their positions, pushing the struggling American down onto the couch below them.
America let out a sound of complete surprise as Russia actually managed to rip him away from his neck. He momentarily started to panic at seeing how pissed the other actually was and that the larger male was now towering over him, his large hand closing around his throat.
"I was only curious at first as well…but I think my curiosity has not yet been quenched after all." Ivan grinned as he reached up with his spare hand and grasped America's ahoge slightly harder than the previous time after the meeting.
"AHn! L-let go!" America squirmed under the other as Russia moved so that one leg lay on the outside of the trembling body underneath him, as the other bent leg came in between the quivering thighs that had been previously attempting to close.
With their positions permanently switched, Russia smiled knowing that he had gained the upper hand once more. It was quite like a game now that he started thinking about it, if only he had thought of playing said game before instead of their usual game, although seeing a bloodied up America was quite a pleasant sight as well. The sight below him at the very moment though made his loins ache in longing as he watched the way the mighty America moaned against his own knuckles, trying to keep any noises from escaping his panting lips.
"You are actually pretty appealing when you're not constantly eating or boring everyone to death with your antics, you know." Russia breathed out as he continued to finger Nantucket while leaning down and nuzzling his nose against the lobe of one of America's ears.
"Shut up!" Alfred shouted as he squirmed against the larger country, trying to get away. During his struggling; however, he managed to grind against Russia thigh that had been resting between his legs.
"Ah- GOD!" Alfred let out a completely guttural moan as his pelvis made contact with the strong thigh once more, biting down on the knuckles of the hand that had been previously preventing him from making such noises.
Russia's eyes widened as the American came into contact with his thigh. The blonde was obviously hard and that thought alone aided in his decision to stroke the piece of hair between his fingers once more in a long fluid motion as he also rolled his knee forward, rocking against the American's clothed erection. The sound of complete lust that came from the moaning man underneath him from that one motion sent all of the blood that had previously occupied Russia's head to race down to another more important one at the moment.
"NNgh! F-Fucking commie!" Alfred moaned as Russia continued to assault the sensitive hair, before leaning down once more to give the hair a soft lick, reducing the American into puddy.
"If that is what you wish for then." Russia smirked as he suddenly stood, his arms bringing the blond up with him before snaking around to cup the America's ass in order to keep the two molded together while in a mobile state.
"AHHN!" When Russia had lifted him against him, Alfred immediately felt the bulge of the other's clothed erection against his own.
As soon as the blonde had gotten over the initial shock of being lifted into the air and then being carried down the hallway, the American immediately began to roll his hips against Russia's, causing the larger male to nearly slam him into the wall next to his bedroom before grinding back against the smaller.
"NNgh, Fuck!" Alfred panted as the two of them continued to rock against each other, being held up by nothing else save for the wall and their own momentum. Alfred soon found his previously useless hands clawing down the Russian's back, causing the other to let out a low hiss of approval as the shirt that had adorned his upper body was all but ripped off, seams' splintering as the now useless piece of material was slung to the side.
"Bedroom." Alfred managed to growl out as the larger male had begun attacking his neck with kisses and not so gentle bites.
Russia complied even though he made his point clear that Alfred was in no position to give him orders as he basically threw the blonde onto the bed before climbing to tower over him once more.
Alfred simply stared at the man above him, this was so wrong, on so many levels. But he found that he didn't give a shit, had he ever known that Russia would look this damn hot and wanting of him and nobody else, Alfred figured that this kind of thing would have happened a very long time ago.
"Enjoying the sight Amerika?" Ivan asked as he straddled the blonde, his accent becoming thicker.
"And what if I am?" Alfred asked as he propped himself up on his elbows to quickly remove his own shirt before tossing it aside. He heard the country above him make a small sound of approval after his naked chest came into view.
"Mmph!" Alfred made a sound of surprise as Ivan smashed their lips together for the first time that night. He was rough and demanding through his kiss, but Alfred soon found himself kissing back with just as much vigor, eventually granting the Russian access of his mouth where soon both countries were fighting for dominance over the kiss, neither backing down.
Without breaking their kiss, Russia let his hands slide down the American's body, tweaking a nipple on the way, earning a loud moan from the other. His hands soon found the waist of America's jeans. His fingers nimbly unbuttoned the pants, and roughly pulled the offending article of clothing off of the blonde in one movement.
"Wait, not th-ah!" America threw his head back in a long moan as the Russian palmed his throbbing erection through the cloth of his boxers.
"Oh? You don't want me to?" Russia asked sweetly as he made a motion to move away and stop but any thought of teasing the blonde underneath of him any farther immediately halted when Alfred managed to somehow throw the surprised Russian to the side before crawling on top of the other.
Alfred was past the pointing of caring, he had already gone too far to stop now. That thought alone was his only reason for not running away in shame as he began to grind against the body underneath of him.
Ivan stared in wonder at the compliant body above him, currently grinding against him as though stopping the movement would result in death. The night had certainly grown more and more spontaneous as it wore on. He had entertained the notion of ending up where he now was at the close of the night, but he had of course thought it impossible, thinking that America would play hard to get and keep him waiting.
"Ahn, Russia." Ivan was broken away from his thoughts as the blonde atop him moved against him in a very nice way, nearly causing him to let out a moan of his own.
"What're you-" Alfred was cut off as the larger country grabbed his hips and ground up against him, making his head drop back, an 'o' of pleasure gracing his lips. Ivan then reached back and was about to rip the American's boxers off when the bedroom door slammed open.
"THE HELL?" Alfred yelled as Wrolf bounded into the room, a ringing cell phone held in the wolf-dogs slobbering mouth.
"Alfred? Are you there?" A voice called from the phone as the dog dropped the phone down beside the two countries.
"Shit!" Alfred scrambled to pick the phone up and in the process moved against the taller nation and had to all but suppress the shuddering moan that nearly broke through and instead resulted in a small whine as the large dog left the room in a hurry, obviously not enjoying the sight that had greeted him.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Russia winced as he recognized the grating English accent roaring from the phone. It was just like the prude of a country to be a cock block even when he wasn't present.
"Ah, What's up Artie?" Alfred laughed as he scratched the back of his head, looking very much like a child who had been caught sneaking into the cookie jar.
Alfred spent the next few minutes on the phone and ended the call with a worried expression on his face.
"…Are you going to get off or not?" Russia asked as he rubbed his temple in annoyance, the mood was officially gone but maybe for the better considering he hadn't been thinking about what he was doing.
"Oh, uhm yeah. Sorry." America mumbled as he quickly got off of the larger male, his face and ears burning with embarrassment.
"Well what was that about?" Russia asked as he removed himself from the bed and proceeded to leave the room, the shorter blonde scurrying behind him, fumbling with his belt buckle after he had pulled his pants back on.
"Well Denmark was a dick and said that it wasn't fair that I got to host Halloween and Christmas so the Halloween party is being held in Europe this year…and then England said that he and France and what's his face are coming for Christmas a few days before so I need to make sure my house is clean.
"What?" Alfred asked as he glanced at the taller nation who had stopped in the hallway and was staring at the American with a disbelieving look on his face.
"Are you being serious right now?" Russia asked as he felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in a smirk of complete amusement. "Are you telling me that you were so insistent on getting independence from England and then ignored him for so long and now you are back to square one with him?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Alfred asked in a low tone as he stopped behind the Russian with his hands on his hips.
"Nothing at all, just you are the always obedient pet England has always desired are you not?" Russia smiled as he moved to leave the hallways but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"Fucking take it back." Alfred growled as he slammed the other against the wall, his eyes darkening a shade.
"Did that strike a chord with you, dear America?"
"...you're such an asshole." Alfred sighed as he pushed back from the other and left a disbelieving Russian in his wake once more. "By the way, England is practically like my dad so of course I'm gonna fucking do what he wants up to a limit…asshole."
Russia sighed as he ran a hand over his face, this was going to be a long stay…all he could hope for was that his boss would call him back soon and put an end to this international relations project.
Mwahahah! Tell me...am I evil?...or absolutely amazing for making you all think it was gonna happen but denying you until later? Bwahahah! I so wish I could see your faces! :) Just kidding, seriously. When the actual lemon does pop up, you will be more than pleased and many more, more frequent lemon will occur after the first is finally up in this fic. So don't hate me! Review? Please? I would love you forever! :D
