Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Warning: Long, long smut scene. A gift to all reviewers~
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His eye opened just slightly as he snuggled closer to Arthur. Yawning, Yao raised a hand to rub his eyes before he grabbed a fistful of the English nation's shirt and buried his face into Arthur's chest.
"Ah-ah," he moaned quietly as small kisses were planted on his bare neck. He then turned his head a bit more to nuzzle at the half-vampire.
"Morning, sweet heart~" the familiar sound of Arthur's voice whispered those words lovingly into his ear, making Yao shiver.
"早上好,Arthur. Good morning," he said. To himself, his own voice was distant, dreamy- He rubbed his eyelids, trying to wake up from a deep comfortable slumber.
"Did you have a nice dream?"
Yao snorted, "'Nice dream', ahen? How cheesy- so not your style, Arthur. And, yes, I did. You, ahen?"
Arthur chuckled and stroked the Chinese nation's silky hair gently. "It seems that you have recover, grumpy bum~"
"Hey! Don't call me that, ahen!"
But, there was no response from Arthur. Not a single cheesy or sarcastic comeback.
"Opium?"
Let me out, Kirkland! I want to be with my Yao!
No. Yao isn't safe with you!
I'm the vampire! I'm the one with all the strength and power-
And I'm the one with the body! Don't interfere, git!
You're nothing without me! I'll show you- don't ever underestimate me, human!
With that, to Arthur's horror, his vampire counterpart raged, letting out a banshee-like roar, and tore down the protective barriers that he put up easily. He gasped as the vampire took over his body, throwing his conscious self into the empty void where the vampire's imaginary throne float a few inches above the pure black marble floor.
NO!
Haha, human! I'll make Yao mine! The vampire laughed with joy. All though the night they have been arguing while Yao was sound asleep beside them. Arthur wanted to take things slowly, more importantly at Yao's pace, but the vampire disagreed. After all, even though Yao is claimed, they have to have *cough* sex *cough* before they fully become mates.
In the void, Arthur scrambled to his feet, panicking. Thankfully, he would be able to see what was going on though two circular screen, that he guessed were his eyes.
Don't you dare, you bastard! Yao's not ready yet-
Oh, he is, dear Arthur. ~ Can't you smell the…scent, little human? He's ready, oh right.
No, h-
Arthur was about to say more when the stutters over the screen opened, and the vampire took a long-awaited gulp of air.
"Opium?" He was just in time to hear Yao's worried question. As Yao straddled Arthur in order to slap his cheeks, Arthur's hips buckled up unexpectedly. Both gasped when their crotches touched through the thin fabrics of their underwear.
The pleasure suddenly coursing though his veins filled Arthur with desire but he was still mad- this was manipulation, not love, for goodness' sake! However, he was not in control of his own body and the vampire's chuckle echoed in the enormous void.
OH! I have waited so long~
He swore as his partly-translucent legs collapsed under him. Then, he realized that he could feel whatever is done to his body though it was not under his control.
Repeatedly, the vampire pushed upwards and hands gripping Yao's sleeve-covered arms prevented the petite man from rolling away and saving his dignity.
"N-ng, Ar- art-Arthur, a-ahen," Yao groaned, pleading. "Don't-t. N-not now!"
Can you smell it now, human? It's so intoxicating! Ah!
They were unstoppable now. Rutting and rubbing against each other, their half-hard lengths stood up, creating tents, dripping pre-cum. Numb with pleasure, Yao was almost limp above him, just letting the vampire do the job.
When Arthur touched Yao's bare skin, there was a sudden electric shock coursing through him and he was once again in control of his body. With renewed energy, Arthur flipped them over so Yao was underneath and sealed his mouth over the petite nation's. Yao melted against him and wound his arms around Arthur's neck, kissing back with still-sleepy warmth.
Arthur growled into Yao's mouth and their kisses tipped over from tender and languid to urgent and heated. Yao arched up and immediately, Arthur pressed his hips down into Yao and rocked against him.
"Oh, god!"
"Ar-arthur," Yao moaned, hitching his leg higher up around Arthur's hip.
They scrabbled at each other's shirts before giving up and each stripping off their own. He kissed his way down Yao's neck, his lips seeking out the hard throb of Yao's pulse. He felt Yao's hands slide down his back and quite deliberately grab two handfuls of his arse.
Arthur chuckled, "Have fun, Yao?"
His 'mate' just nodded, too busy catching his breath. "My turn, ahen," he finally groaned.
Suddenly, Yao plunged his hand inside Arthur's boxers and wrapped his fingers around his cock. For a moment Arthur's vision went a bit white, like a bright flash had gone off, and he bit his lip.
Arthur challenged himself to stay as quiet as possible while Yao sucked at his earlobe and his neck and rubbed his cock. His long fingers wrapped around Arthur's achingly hard cock and gave it a few firm strokes. A steady stream of muttered, half-inaudible curses spilled from the English man's mouth. Right now he was harder than he'd ever been in his life for wanting this man.
Yao looked pleased with Arthur's reactions. He slid down under the covers and took the man's cock in his mouth. He felt him groan and shudder, but after only a few moments he was pulling Yao away.
"Uh? Anything-?"
"No, I don't want to come like that," he said, breathy.
Arthur seized Yao's arms and rolled them over, getting his knees between Yao's legs and slotting their hips together. He hooked a hand behind Yao's knee and lifted; the Chinese nation got the idea and wrapped his legs around Arthur's waist. Arthur lay over him and kissed him with slow thoroughness.
Arthur began to thrust his hips harder against Yao's, shifting around until their cocks aligned. Yao gasped at the contact and tilted his pelvis up. Arthur slid his hand between them and grasped both of their cocks, stroking harshly.
With a half-stifled cry Yao came, hard and fast, sweat popping to his brow and his fingers clenching in Arthur's hair, which a long time ago he thought was made of gold.
His face flushing, he averted his eyes from the man he was lying on, but Arthur held his chin and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips.
With Yao cradled contentedly in his arms, Arthur couldn't help but thank the vampire who started all this.
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"Thank god, you've got laid," was the first thing France said to Arthur.
"What does that mean, frog? Jealous or what?" Arthur demanded, brushing. He pressed the buttons on the coffee machine and turned around to lash out at the French nation.
Francis smirked. "Of course I am," he threw both hands in the air. "But, I have got my dear Canada~"
"…Who's Canada again?"
For a minute, France looked scandalous, but he soon recovered. His expression turned serious.
"Listen, l'Angleterre," he said. "You have got to deal with Russia soon."
"Why?" Arthur frowned. "What happened?"
"Last night- ah-" France seemed uneasy. "Let's just say the Baltics are all in horrible pain right now…"
Arthur's eyes flashed red. "I'll just have to be careful, then." He shrugged, and collecting his cup of coffee, he walked off.
Francis yelled after him, "Don't overestimate yourself, mon cher! Nor underestimate Ivan. It will be your downfall!"
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A.N.
Dragon warrior-sized dumpling for: Chakragirl15, PandaTeaLover, Limelavender, Clockeater890, Iggychu
Yeah, hope you all liked this chapter~ :D A bit of smut never hurts anyone~
Thanks for the reviews, guys! I have been delaying the confrontation for ages, and for that I apologise. Well, a lot of you are expecting Russia to do something amazing… so, I changed the whole scene and planning something more AWESOME! (I hope)
Happy ending or sad? I shall decide when the time comes :D
Review for a deadly burnt scone!
