(SEX IS IN THIS PART, BEWARE.)

Her Papas

Chapter eleven: rated M for maturely written crap

"Dimitrie if you do not stop looking at me like I'm going to die in a few days I swear to god I will hurt you." Nikola groans as Dimitrie frowns at him.

"I don't want to lose you." Dimitrie pouts and Nikola rolls his eyes.

"I am here on a school visa, I have at least until the end of this semester. I just…need to find a way to make, like, $600 before next semester." He says, his calm voice growing higher in pitch with each word before he buries his face in his hand, "Oh god I am so fucked!"

"We can get married." Dimitrie offers, receiving an annoyed glare from Nikola.

"I'm not getting married for such a fickle thing, Dimitrie." He says before looking away awkwardly, "Besides, we've only been together for a few weeks. Don't rush it."

"But I need you to stay." Dimitrie explains, desperation in his voice, "I will do anything, ANYTHING, to keep you Nikola!

"I know, Dimitrie." Nikola sighs, "We'll find another way, don't worry."

Dimitrie watches Nikola, listens as he curses his parents under his breath, and tries to think of what he can do. Is there anything in their house they can sell? Perhaps the TV, it's pretty nice. Or maybe some of the paintings his mother bought that are on the- "Wait." He says to himself, getting Nikola's attention.

"Wait for what?" Nikola asks before Dimitrie is practically jumping on him, cupping his face and leaning in really close, "D-Dimitrie…I don't really think now is the time for-!"

"Nikola, I love you." Dimitrie says and Nikola raises a brow.

"Yes, I know, I love you too. I don't really see how that is going to hel-"

"There's nothing I want more than to have you stay. Absolutely nothing." He begins, watching as Nikola's confusion simply grows, "Which is why I will sell my art. All of it."

Nikola looks at him surprised, "Even the ones you said you would never sell?"

"Yes! Even those! I have over 200 pieces of work, Nikola, and I know someone who can sell them for a good price." Dimitrie says, bringing a hair up to stroke Nikola's hair, "Me and Luminita would never be able to go on without you. We don't need to be rich, debt isn't the worst thing in the world."

Nikola twitches a little, "Let's not get crazy. We're not going to be in debt."

Dimitrie smiles a little, "I'm pretty sure your parents won't rest until we're in debt."

Nikola frowns and looks around the living room, "I don't know…how attached are you to this place?" He asks, receiving an unamused look, "Just kidding! They will leave us be once I make the money for next semester." Bringing a hand up, he grabs Dimitrie's hair and pulls him down, "We aren't going to sell all of your paintings, only what needs to be sold after the money I get from working two jobs."

"Then I'll work two jobs as well!" Dimitrie exclaims and Nikola rolls his eyes.

"And who will watch Luminita?"

"…Oh…right…"

Nikola laughs a little and goes to sit up but quickly gets pushed back down by Dimitrie, "What are you-?"

"We're going to be poor, you know…" Dimitrie mumbles and Nikola raises a brow.

"I wouldn't say 'poor'…"

"You're going to have to work so much…we both will. We might even both have to take on two jobs each and then we'll never see each other or Luminita and she'll forget our faces and who we are and her babysitter will have to live with us because she'll be so attached to them and then the babysitter will fall for you because who wouldn't? and then you'll leave with the babysitter and Luminita and I'll be stuck here all alone and-!" Dimitrie's rambling gets cut off by a hand over his mouth.

"Whoa, whoa, do you realize how crazy you sound right now?" Nikola asks, "We aren't going to be poor or have to work two jobs. Right now with your parents inheritance we are set for our needs, I just need these jobs to pay for tuition. Then when that is paid I will keep one of them. If we both have one job we will be fine." He says, cupping Dimitrie's face, "And I have no need for some stupid babysitter." His legs wrap around Dimitrie's waist and pulls him down to press their bodies together, "You're the only idiot I want."

Dimitrie frowns as Nikola begins kissing from his jaw line down to his throat, "B-but what if they are smart and-Ow! Don't bite me you jerk!" He whines and Nikola glares at him.

"Then don't be so mean. Assuming I'm so fickle as to jump on the first person I meet who is smart or good looking or just nearby?" Nikola hisses, bringing a hand down to roughly yank Dimitrie's shirt open, "Don't insult me like that."

"I…I just…don't want you to regret being with me…" Dimitrie mumbles as a soft hand begins yanking his shirt off over his shoulders.

"You have nothing to worry about. I don't need money or expensive things." Nikola says while bringing Dimitrie's hand to his chest, "They did me no good when I had them, anyways. I'm not going anywhere and I'll prove it to you, even if it takes all night."

Dimitrie blushes a little as he finally catches on to what Nikola has been doing, "…Oh…? Ooohhh…." He smiles down at the brunette, "All night you say? I suppose I can work that into my busy schedule." The hand on Nikola's chest yanks on his shirt, ripping it like his own.

"Dimi-!" Nikola begins, getting cut off by a kiss from the Romanian.

"And eye for an eye, a shirt for a shirt." Dimitrie mumbles against his lips before pressing closer against him and deepening the kiss. A small moan escapes from Nikola when Dimitrie grinds his hips into the brunette's. His free hand sliding down the older man's back and into his pants, squeezing so Nikola's hips buck up out of instinct. "Mnn, you have such cute reactions." He whispers into Nikola's ear before lightly biting it.(Adult situations are about to...transpire)

"Oh yeah…?" Nikola tightens his legs against Dimitrie's waist before pushing up and pinning him against the other side of the couch. He sits up on the teen, moving his hips against him, "Let's see what noises you can make."

Dimitrie watches as Nikola begins to remove their pants, placing a small kiss on the Romanian's hardened member before moving back up and straddling his hips. "Nikola…" He moans as the man takes them both into his hand and rubs them together. "Baby, it feels so good."

"No." Nikola yanks on his hair with his free hand, "You know I don't like you calling me that." He says and Dimitrie chuckles under his breath.

"My bad, Nikola."

"Yes, yes, now…" Nikola begins, moving both of his hands to Dimitrie's chest as he leans down, "Should we go to the bed or do it here?"

Dimitrie laughs a little and places a hand on Nikola's thigh, "We have all night…don't we? Let's start here." Before Nikola can say anything, Dimitrie sits up and wraps his arms around his waist as he pulls the man into a kiss. Nikola readily returns it, wrapping his arms around the teen's neck as he lets himself be lowered onto the couch again. Growing eager, Dimitrie makes quick work of preparing Nikola before slowly easing himself into the older man.

Now used to it, Nikola lets out a low moan as Dimitrie begins a slow pace with his hips. They've done it countless times now, and while Nikola isn't always on the bottom he's certainly no stranger to the position either. He quickly grows impatient of Dimitrie's slow pace and begins bucking his own hips faster, "Come on Dimitrie, stop being so gentle."

Dimitrie quickly grabs Nikola's thighs and thrusts deeper inside of him before picking up his speed with each move of his hips. Their breathing becomes shallow and their moans grow louder with each thrust until finally both of them reach their limit, calling the other's name out before falling back on the couch.(end of horribly written adult themes)

"…Luminita's door is closed, right?" Nikola asks and Dimitrie laughs a little.

"I would have stopped if it wasn't, give me a little credit."

"Hm…fair enough…now then…" Nikola pins Dimitrie to the couch, "Enjoy your break because next is my turn on top."

"Fair enough." Dimitrie closes his eyes and sighs, "You know, even if I sell all of my art at $100 each, that's only around $2,000."

Nikola smiles at him, "Stop worrying, Dimitrie. We have four months. Besides, working two jobs I should make that money in no time and then some. You shouldn't have to even sell any paintings you don't want to." He explains, "And then during next semester I will work on getting dual citizenship like you have."

Dimitrie looks at him impressed, "When did you think of this?"

"Around the time you were rambling about some stupid babysitter and being poor." Nikola says, "Now stop worrying so damned much."

Dimitrie nods before looking to the bottle of lube on the coffee table, "Hey Nikola…" he begins, turning to his boyfriend curiously, "Why do we have a bottle of that in a living room drawer?"

"…Just in case." Nikola says and Dimitrie blushes a little.

"N-Nikola what if Luminita finds it?"

"The drawer has a lock on it, idiot. Or did you not notice me having to unlock it when you started-?"

"Okay, okay! I get it…you're a pervert, but you're cautious about it." Dimitrie teases, receiving an elbow to the gut.

"No worse than you. Remind me in the morning to have Roderich line up some people to check out the paintings you want to sell."

"Wait…you know people for that?"

Nikola raises a brow, "Of course I do. I was rich for the majority of my life. I have connections."

"Wait…so…my connection is a small art gallery is town…what is your connection?" Dimitrie asks and Nikola shrugs.

"A few in New York City…among other places…"

"Wh-why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" Dimitrie whines, smacking Nikola with a pillow.

"You got pissy when I rubbed my money and influence in your face! And would do things like, oh I don't know, smacking me with a pillow!" Nikola huffs and Dimitrie pouts.

"Only because you're a dick!"

"Yeah, you're right," Nikola agrees, looking over to Dimitrie with an almost predatory look, "Why don't you lie back down on the couch so I can show you how much of a dick I can be?"

Dimitrie raises a brow before laughing, "That was so adorably lame, Nikola!" He teases through his laughter until Nikola pounces on him.

"I'll make you eat those words." Nikola whispers against his neck.

"Let's see it then." Dimitrie says, wrapping his legs around Nikola's waist.

A/N: Sooo, like, that was...not how I planned that. I wanted more plot and less porn...but, I guess the problem got taken care of...right? ...Right? *crickets chirping* Oh leave me alone I'm running on fumes with this one and the other hetalia story. I'm gonna try to make my stories shorter from now on XD Seems like the right thing to do.