England groaned as he felt his own member getting erect. He smiled at China and leaned back. "Oh . . . Well then. . ." England mumbled. Feeling constricted down there, he pulled down his pants clumsily, letting out his member.
China gave England a chaste kiss on the lips before dipping his body down so that he was looking up at England, waiting for a sort of command. "Well, ahen?"
England looked down at China with a rather seductive look. "Go slowly . . " he simply said, resting his hand on the back of China's head.
China smirked, licking England, scraping his teeth lightly against him, going painfully slow. Slow. That's what he asked for, yes? China was in control now, he called the shots.
England gasped, gripping China's hair naturally as he groaned. He bit his lip and looked down at the nation. "More . . ." he mumbled.
"Mm? What was that, ahen?" China said, knowing perfectly well what England wanted. This was his form of payback, and he would enjoy his revenge.
England grunted and frowned. Well this wasn't fair, he thought. "I said I wanted more . . . g-git. . ." he repeated.
"But you're enjoying this, aren't you, ahen?" China asked, wrapping his mouth around England. He hummed, sending vibrations along England's shaft; he extended his tongue to reach where his mouth couldn't, trying to tease England ever so painfully.
England moaned and began to push on China's head, making the other move deeper. It was killing him inside. The pleasure was already too much just from the teasing. He let the other have his way, throwing his head back as he felt the pressure getting higher.
China choked a little when England pushed him forward, but didn't make any argument against his. He continued sucking, humming, nipping, licking, until he thought England would buckle under the pressure. He put his tongue against the head of England's penis, and gave a very devious smirk. 'you deserve this,' he thought, but then—
There was a slam at the other end of the house as Hong Kong came home- early. China pulled back in complete surprise, letting go of England completely. "He's home early?"
England shuddered. The pleasure, the heat. It seemed to have died down so suddenly. He bit his lip, feeling all that pressure retracting now. Oh well, it couldn't have gotten any worse than this—
"Whoa, sweet place ya got here!" That voice. England groaned even more. "Oh god . . ." he muttered. That American git came over as well.
"Go out there and get them away, ahen" China hissed, still upset his fun was cut short. He was sort of blaming England for the loss. "Well?" he asked, buttoning up his shirt, "What are you waiting for, ahen?"
"Why do I have to do it?" he hissed back. "You're not the one with the problem down- Oh whatever . . ." he got off the bed, pulling his pants back up, and walked to the living room. "Well you're back early, lad." he said to Hong Kong, showing a light hearted smile (Though it was difficult with this blasted pain).
As soon as he saw America, that smile dissolved into a disapproving frown. "What the bloody hell are you, doing here, Al?" he asked.
America smiled back at the older man. "Aw, I missed you too, Iggy!" he shouted back. "I made sure this dude was okay on his way back!" he explained, flaunting his heroic deed, no doubt. "I also wanted to see how China was doing . . . Where is he, anyways?" he asked, a confused look on his face.
China skipped out almost immediately after he was asked about. "I'm right here, aru. What a pleasant surprise. Hong Kong, you're home early. Did something go wrong, aru?" he asked, standing in front of England juuuust so nobody could see his 'problem'.
"No, I just felt it needed that I come back. Is that bad?" Hong Kong gave China an incredulous look, analyzing the smallest person's happy-go-lucky expression.
"Ah, no, aru. It just struck me as odd that you came before you said you would."
America chuckled. "Yea, dude said he wanted to go home early, so I hooked him up with one of my fastest jets." he told China, his cheery pride written all over his face. England groaned behind the Chinese nation, the pain was going on and off for him but it seemed to have gotten worse. America noticed that and gave England a questionable look.
"Hey, Iggy, you okay? You look like someone kicked you in the balls or something. ." he said, half-jokingly. Well, you could say that. England shook his head and sighed.
"No, no. I'm fine. Just have a headache, that's all. ." he lied. America laughed. "The burning smell of your cooking got into your head or something?" he commented.
England glared at the American. "It seems that my headache won't be going away . . ." he growled.
Taking the hint, America laughed even more. "Well, I should get going . . ." he softly said, turning towards the front door. England looked at him curiously. "Where to?" he asked. America turned around, and chuckled slightly, sounding nervous almost. "Nah, just heading over to Japan's place. He said he'd let me borrow some games for me to play. ." he answered. England smirked. Really, now. "Alright then, don't cause any trouble, you brat . . ." he said, though this won't probably be heard at all. America waved to the others and headed to the door, closing it on his way out.
China listened to England's protests with a little sympathy, but did not show it. Hong Kong was still watching for the slightest of weakness. It was difficult, but China maintained it. "I'm...Going to Taiwan's house," Hong Kong said, finally. China didn't protest, even though he really should have. Bingo. Hong Kong gave a sort of smile. "I'll be back." He didn't give a time.
England looked at Hong Kong oddly. "At such a time, lad? You just came home," he said to the other. He saw that mischievous grin on his face and frowned, his face paled with slight fear. "Well I'll be in the room, if anyone needs me . . ." he quickly trotted to the room, closing the door halfway.
Hong Kong left shortly after, leaving China bewildered and wondering why Hong Kong gave that look. Without skipping a beat, he went back to follow England. "Why did you leave so suddenly, ahen?"
England was sitting on the bed, looking up at China. "Is he gone?" he suddenly asked.
China nodded silently, but gave England a sort of half-glance. "Why are you so impatient, ahen?" he asked. He was certainly full of questions.
England sighed. "Cause you're not the one in this situation, dammit . ." he hissed. To be honest, it was to the point where he can just go to the bathroom (or whatever they have here) to just get it over with.
China raised an eyebrow at England. "How do you plan to remedy the situation?" he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed, crossing his ankles.
England blinked at China, and soon smiled. "Why do you ask so many questions?" he asked himself, bending towards the other. He gave him a small peck on the lips as he hand rested on his cheek.
China shrugged off England. "I'm curious, ahen," he said. 'Sleeping with the enemy,' he thought, his face showing slight dissatisfaction. "Is it wrong to ask questions in your country, ahen?"
England frowned. "N-Not really . . ?" he answered back, giving the Chinese man an odd look. "I was just playing around, I didn't mean it in a bad way or anything." he told him.
China gave a scoff, but didn't say anything else. Instead he stood up and walked to the doorway. "Are you hungry, ahen?"
England grunted and looked away from China. "No, I'm fine, thank you." he answered, lying down on his bed, facing upwards. The pain in his groin seemed to have died down, thank god.
China turned his back to England, but didn't leave the room. "Do you want anything in particular?" he asked, hearing England's discontent.
England huffed. "You know damn well what I have wanted for the past 10 minutes, you bloody tease . ." he said as he sat up again, shooting a glare at the other nation.
China let a smile slide across his face, still not facing England. "I'm afraid I don't, ahen. Why don't you tell me?" he said, regaining composure and looking at England over his shoulder. "You're not being clear, ahen."
England smirked. He saw that smile on the man's face. So he was teasing. "How about if you come over here and finished what was interrupted . . ." he told the other.
China suddenly frowned. "I don't remember anything being interrupted, ahen. You need to clarify things, otherwise how would anyone understand you?" China turned around, crossed his arms, and tried his best to look deeply concerned, but it didn't really work out.
England chuckled. "Just come over here and suck me off . . ." he bluntly said, trying to get this argument over with.
"No, ahen," China said, wrinkling his nose at the vulgarity. "Don't take it so lightly."
England's smirked soon died down. He frowned and lied back down. "Then you can leave me be, you arse." he said back to China.
"Don't be that way, ahen. This is my room, anyways," China scolded. 'He gave up the chase too fast, he is impatient,' the Asian country took a couple steps towards England. "You don't really think that way, do you, ahen?"
England sighed and looked away from the nation. "Well," he paused, thinking about it. "it's not like I'm going to force you or anything. Even if you're a bloody tease." he chuckled a little.
China again sat at the end of the bed. "Tease? I absolutely have no idea what you're talking about, ahen." He cast a lazy glance to England. "What makes you call me such names?"
England gave an agitated yell. "There you go with your bloody teasing again!" he sat up, glaring at China. "Making me think so many things at once, it's not even funny. Since you don't even want anything, I won't bother to argue . . ." he added.
"Who said I didn't want anything, ahen?" China crawled up across England so that he was lying on top of him inches away from his face. "It's all about you, isn't it?"
England's mind soon stopped as he closed the distance, kissing the Chinese nation deeply. His arms wrapped around the other's waist as he pulled away "It's not my fault you didn't do your job well . . ." he said back, with a sudden smirk.
"Didn't- I take offense to that, ahen," China scowled when England critisised him. "Besides, you're here for Hong Kong, and Hong Kong only, am I right, ahen?" He gave England his own kiss, short but to the point.
England chuckled again. "Well, to be honest, I did want to see Hong Kong and spend more time with the lad, and I will once I get the chance." he told China. He looked away, turning a tint of red. "But now I guess I have another reason with that, as well. . ." he mumbled.
China sat up. "By all means, go spend time with him, ahen. See if I care," he said, mumbling the last part dejectedly. "Go on, he's probably outside right now."
England looked at him oddly again and laughed. "Jealous when I've spent more time with you rather than someone I haven't seen for a while?" he asked, sitting up as well. He tugged on the nation's shirt, kissing him playfully.
"That's bec-" He paused for the kisses, breaking it off to speak "-cause he's either been asleep or away, and you've been in my room, ahen." China pushed England back down with the heel of his left hand. "Since you're thinking so 'fondly' of him, spend tomorrow out in town with him, ahen." He unbuttoned England's top three buttons. "Alright?"
England pulled China closer to him. "Alright . . ." he answered before kissing the other once more. His hands moved down, wrapping around the nation's hips, as he traced his kisses down to his neck.
China's breath hitched as England pulled him closer and moved his hands lower. To even the odds, China continued to unbutton the other's shirt, running his hands up and down against his skin, making light scratch marks.
England smiled and decided to move his hands even lower, giving a firm grip on the nation's ass. His mouth moved up and began to lick and nip on China's ear, wanting a reaction from him.
China gave a half-moan and felt his face grow hot- particularly his ears. He gave a little jerk at the touches, and his fingers became shaky as he undid the last button of England's shirt. Now it was his turn. China pulled away and tugged at his own shirt.
England watched China undress and smiled to himself. He pushed the other's hips onto his own, making China grind on him.
"Aiya," China breathed, not even finished with pulling off his shirt when England pushed up against him, "You're eager." Their pants weren't even off, and he was already- no matter. He twisted himself so that he could unzip England's pants.
England chuckled. "I'm just getting you ready too." he told China. His fingers started to tug on China's pants, desperately trying to pull them down.
China pushed himself away from England's hands. "No," he said, wanting England to learn a little patience. "Whatever you're thinking, this isn't all about your needs, ahen." They were going a bit fast, though. Maybe it was best to keep it slow.
The Englishman frowned at the other. "Then make up your mind." he said. He wrapped his arms around China's waist, resting there as he continued to look up at the other.
China leaned down to cup England's face in his hands and give him a kiss on the nose. "You've never been denied something before, have you?" He positioned himself so that England could get his pants off easier. "Take it slow, ahen."
England listened to China, taking it slowly himself. He moved his arms so that his hands were well rested on China's back as he began to caress his skin lightly. He gave kisses on China's collar bone as well as giving nips around his chest.
China wasn't objecting this time, letting England explore, leaving trails of goose bumps where his fingers and lips had already visited. He gave little "oh's" and shudders every so often, hugging up against England. "Mm, Arthur," China said, tangling his fingers into the other's hair, "Why?"
"Hm?" England hummed. His hands moved in front, touching China's chest. His thumbs started to rub against his nipples."Why what?" he asked back, in-between kisses.
Little half-moans laced his words. "Why are you so interested, ahen?" China asked, moving his body up against the touches. He wasn't planning to be so into it, but this was a little too much.
England smiled to himself, noticing the Chinese man's turn on. "Why am I interested in . .? You?" he asked back again. He moved his lips down, kissing on China's stomach now. "Because," he started. "Something about you triggered me . . ." he answered. He now began to bite down on China's skin, giving red marks all over China's stomach.
China gasped with each new bite mark being added to his already-healing bruises. "T-that being, ahen?" he asked, wincing when England gave a particularly hard bite.
England shrugged. "Maybe it's the fact that you tease. Or even push me away. Maybe it's the fact that we fight so damn much. ." he suggested, licking the new wounds on China's body. His hands finally began to work on China's pants, pulling them down slowly. Both hands reaching the man's now exposed ass, spreading them apart.
China groaned and moved his body to create some sort of friction, any sort of friction. "You come at the worst times, ahen," he panted, beginning to want more. He pushed himself back so that he was straddling his legs, and pulled England's belt loops with intent.
England laughed. "I thought you wanted it slow. . ." he muttered to the other. With his hands still on the Asian's ass, a finger teasingly probed inside his entrance.
China let out a string of curses when England began to explore, Chinese and English combined. Whether he was translating himself or not couldn't be said, it was all said to fast to decypher.
"You sadistic bastard," China gasped, finally able to form a full sentence in a singular language. "My pants aren't even fully off, ahen."
England smiled faintly as he stopped moving his finger. "Aw, but you're liking it oh-so-much, you masochist." he cooed. He lifted his free hand and decided to give a good spank on the Asian's ass.
China bit his knuckles to stop from crying out. "N-no," he argued, "It's torturous." He looked back to find he had a bright red handprint on his buttock. He gave a whine of disapproval, looking back at England with pleading eyes and a small pout.
England smiled even more. "Your face says yes to me . . ." he commented. A second finger was pushed inside China and soon after, England moved his fingers again, giving the other another spank.
China's moaning cut into a small yelp when he was smacked again. "It hurts, ahen," China complained, gyrating against England's hands and trying to cause as much friction as possible. "Really bad." He didn't want to enjoy the pain, but it was becoming a turn-on. He tried hard to not let it show as he moaned and cried out.
England bit his lower lip. Maybe he was a bit of a sadist, especially for liking the other's moans and pleas. A third finger was pushed inside, stretching China even more. Though it soon stopped as he suddenly pulled them out. Helping the other, he pulled his own pants down, showing his own erect member. He gripped onto China's hips tightly, looking up at him, smiling lightly. "Maybe I should make you beg . . ." he suggested.
China groaned and moved his body as much as England would allow. "Beg for what, ahen?" He asked, trying to understand the smile on England's face and the glint in his eyes. What was he thinking?
China felt a familiar ache in the pit of his stomach. He wanted this over and done with now. He wanted nothing more than to feel his heart stop in ecstasy.
England's grin grew wider. "Beg me to let you ride me, of course." he bluntly said, knowing there was no need to beat around the bush about it. "Unless," he looked away for a second. "You're to inexperience for this. I can always do the favour of shagging." he added, trying to piss off China.
China frowned deeply, offended at the last-minute comment casually thrown into the conversation. "I am not inexperienced, ahen," he scowled, "If you feel so strongly about this, I suppose we don't have to have intercourse, ahen," he shrugged, willing to give up sex for the sake of being right. Damn, how this man irritated him. And yet here he was, sitting on top of him, wearing nothing, face flushed, and ready to screw him senseless. The Western influences were powerful, indeed.
England chuckled, not taking that threat seriously at all. Seeing China like this, how could he? "Well then, beg for me . . ." he told the other, grinning at him.
China's pride wouldn't allow him to say anything. "Hmph," he frowned, looking away. No. Do not give in. Do not. Don't. Never.
England let out a chuckle. "I'm waiting~" he playfully mumbled. He lowered his eyelids as he gently lifted a hand up, slamming down on China's ass again.
China held back a scream, biting his lip. Tears were starting to form. "P-please?" He asked, not really meaning it. He hoped it would be enough to have England stop hitting his ass like it wasn't a big deal. It was beginning to hurt, since he was smacking the same spot each time. One was fine. Two was pushing it. Three was murder.
England laughed. "What was that? I couldn't hear you . . ." he said. Seeing the other like this stopped him from doing any movement, waiting for his response. Though that wouldn't stop him from playing hard on him.
A groan, then "Please?" He was sick of this little mind game, just to see if he would break. "Please?" He repeated.
England moved China's hips, positioning the Asian right above his own. He stopped and tightly held him again. "Please what?" he suddenly asked.
China was getting sick of begging like a dog. "Please let me- ah..." He trailed off, mumbling something in Chinese and looking down. He couldn't move left or right because of England's tight grip, but he still tried.
England sighed. "I'll take that . ." he admitted, pushing China down onto his erection. He groaned as he tried pushing China down as far as he could. He looked up, looking for a reaction from the other, sadly. He admitted, it was a turn-on for him to see the Asian this way.
China made a small noise of discomfort, arching his body a little. He got as close to England as he could, then started to move. Grinding, twisting, anything to make England take back that stab at his sex life. "Nngh."
England grunted, holding onto China's hips for support. "J-Just ride me, no need for tha-" he was cut off by another grunt.
China gave a half-smile, ignoring whatever England said and just going for it. Ups, downs, twists, simple motions that meant nothing by themselves, but the way China moved was to get England's blood running. "W-ah!-hy should I listen, ahen?" He asked in between moves. He was close to release, and it was hurting him.
England moaned, shooting a slight glare up at the other. Well that wasn't fair. He thrusted his hips upward, meeting with China. He continued to try thrusting into him, trying to look for his sensitive spot.
China broke concentration for a moment, crying out when England sent a pleasure-pain sensation up his spine. He held back a moan. "Arthur, I can't- Oh!" He gasped.
England soon smiled again, continuing to thrust himself. His hand wrapped around the other's own member, pumping it with a rhythm. "Then release for me." he muttered. With his free hand, he pulled China down to him, kissing him deeply.
China shuddered at the touches, the kisses, the pleasure. The tables were turned, but he didn't care anymore. He whimpered and whined into England's mouth, bent over into an awkward position to reach him, but the pleasure- Oh! It made up for it. "Mmph, I-" China shuddered, releasing into England's hand- 'so messy!' China thought to himself, making a face at how he'd have to clean up-again- before any other chores could be done.
Throwing his head back, England came soon after, feeling the contraction from China's orgasm. He panted and finally rested down, still holding the other close. He kissed China again softly. "You sleeping on your bed tonight, or here?" he asked, mouth still on the other's.
China pulled away from England and got up off the bed. "It's not nighttime, ahen. It's only-" he checked the clock- "Six-thirty, ahen. I have to go make dinner."
Easier said than done. When China stood up, he instantly sat back down in pain. He cursed out in Chinese, but got up again despite the pain. He picked up his clothes and hastily threw them back on, not caring if it looked like he walked through a wind tunnel. "Ehhh," he mumbled to himself.
"Six-thirty?" England repeated, bewildered by how quick that took. He sat up, seeing China (trying to) leave. "Sorry if I was a bit too rough on you . . ." he mumbled.
China didn't make mention of it, and instead left the room.
"Hong Kong?" China called out, checking the other bedroom; not there. "Hm. He must not be back, aru," China mumbled to himself. Ah, well. That was good.
There was a stab of pain every time he took a step- damn it! China didn't want to be on his feet for long; he wanted to make dinner, get clean, and just sleep.
England sighed, staying in the bed as he waited for dinner to be ready. He lied back down, thinking about anything coming in mind. His mind still happened to be on that damn Asian. 'I honestly hope he doesn't hate me for being rough. Not my fault he was being cute about it.' he thought.
His thoughts continued to wander around, becoming logic now. Not only was he now beginning a relationship with someone far from his home, but also with someone who he had literally fought with. Over something stupid as well. Someone who he had hurt in the process.
Captain Kirkland was what he was referred by, decades ago. He was a pirate, a noble one, but a troublemaker nonetheless.
It was when that first Opium War, that he and the Chinese nation would have a rocky relationship. Damn smugglers and addicts had to be put down, whether they liked it or not.
Holding the pipe in his hand, lifting it above his head. Who knew that would trigger the addicted nation. He watched as the other jumped, jumping like his life depended. And only on this little thing. How cute.
"S- . . . Stop this, aru." the Asian finally spoke.
England eyed the other, mentally smiling. "Stop what?" he teased the other, pulling him away from the pipe. That same mental grin came out, plastering on his face. "Do you want this? What's in my hand?" he asked.
He decided to tease the other again, lifting the pipe higher in his hand. This was getting pathetic now. His arm was starting to hurt.
"The Opium Trade. No." he heard the nation speak again. No? ". . . No, no, aru. I don't want it," England laughed in his head. What an addict. His mind denying the drug, and yet, he still goes for it. This was entertaining.
China went too far to climb on the English nation now. England frowned at this. "What you are is weak," He said as he pushed down the other. He rested his foot on China's body. "If you really wanted to stop me, you would have a long time ago." he muttered in a dark tone. He applied more pressure on his foot, not wanting him to move an inch. "You're pathetic." he repeated. He frowned to himself. He didn't want to be right on this.
Seeing nations weak like this made him sick. England kicked the other on the stomach deeply with his heel and let him be. He threw the pipe away, letting the poor bastard have to it himself as he left the room.
He stopped as he was on his way out. The corner of his eye spotted a young boy. He turned to him, and stared at him. Dark hair, dark eyes. He seemed to be innocent, kind, and a good lad. Just like- No, not that memory again. He drew his sword at the other, trying to make a threat for the fun of it.
The boy continued to stare at him, though he couldn't tell what he was feeling. Odd. He soon placed his sword down, bending over to meet eye to eye. "I can use a lad like you . . ." he told the child. He seemed to have not responded. Probably doesn't know a single bit of English.
No matter. He would teach the boy English anyways, right? He placed his hand in front of the other, waiting for a reaction. He waited, and waited until the boy finally responded, placing his hand on the Englishman's. England gave a light smile, something that hadn't been done for years, and stood up, leading the boy back to his vessel.
