RZA : Red eyes black pheonix was the winner of the first draw, hurray! They asked for Cowboy America x Saloon girl England, so enjoy~!
If you're upset that your suggestion wasn't chosen, don't worry! You can just review and ask again, or if you thought of something else you want, you can ask for that instead! Also, to clear something up, I would prefer that you ask for one thing at a time, ok? I mean think about it, if you review giving three ideas while someone else reviews with only one request then you have alot more chances of your idea getting picked and it just isn't fair, so I'd like to keep it at one request per reviewer at a time ok?
Draws will be done once I feel that I've accumulated enough reviews with requests, or maybe once a week if this fanfiction gets enough popularity (of course, you could review and not request something but that would be kinda boring xD). But remember, if you want to review, review the current chapter and not the previous ones. I know I'm probably REALLY confusing you, I suck at explaining things, so sorry =P But let me make things a little clearer with an example!
This is technically chapter 2 of my fanfic since the explanation sort of counted as chapter 1, right? So since the draw for 'chapter 1' is over, don't request something on chapter 1. You can, of course, review saying you enjoyed the chapter but if you want to request something, request it on the latest chapter updated.
For example, if you want to make a request for the next chapter, review THIS CHAPTER and not "The Explanation"
I just want to avoid confusion, even though I probably just caused more of it hehe ^^' Anyway, on to the yummy smut!
"You have got to be kidding me..."
England held the object of his torment at arms length, examining it as if it was the culprit for all of his precious tea being dumped into the boston harbor in 1773 (although he was close, seeing as the one who had given him the offending gift had comitted that crime.)
He was standing in the bedroom that he shared with his american lover when he found the time to visit, holding a short, bright red dress trimmed with black lace. As if the dress wasn't ridiculous enough, it came with long, black gloves, fishnet leggings, high-heeled boots that came up to the knee and a silly little red feather as some sort of 'hat' he presumed. Also, did he mention how short the dress was?
The englishman averted his eyes from the kinky dress to look at the note resting beside the accessories that went on it, glaring at the sloppy penmanship.
It read;
yo Iggy! Put this on and come to the kitchen, ok? I have a surprise for you ;)
It seems as if America had been thinking that their sexual escapades have been far too vanilla lately and gotten him...this...to spice things up a bit. Why America had wanted him to dress up as some sort of old western styled saloon girl was beyond him.
Honestly, he didn't mind doing this sort of thing for his lover, it added to the excitement. He was the erotic ambassador of the world, after all, and had done much crazier things in his lifetime but these clothes were rather...embarassing.
England sighed, throwing the outfit onto the bed as he began to unbutton his shirt. He might aswell cater to his lover's desires and get revenge later by demanding that the other wear an even more embarassing outfit. He smirked to himself. Yes, that sounded like an idea.
Quickly stepping out of his pants, England slipped the dress over his head, frowning as it fit his slight curves perfectly.
Bollocks, it's like this dress was made for me...he cursed inwardly as he decided wether or not to keep his boxers. They were visible under the lacey petticoat of the dress, once again proving how short it was, so he decided it was a better idea to discard them. It wasn't like they would have stayed on for very long anyway.
England finished dressing, putting on every accessory like the leggings, gloves, and even that stupid little feather-hat. With everything in place, he decided to go down to the kitchen where America was surely waiting for him.
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England tried to act casual, perhaps even swaying his hips provocatively, as he made his way down the stairs towards the kitchen but he felt kind of silly in this gettup. It was that damned feather bouncing atop his head, adding insult to injury.
As he approached the kitchen his footsteps became light and soundless, debating whether he should actually reveal himself to the pervert he called his boyfriend or just turn around and run in the opposite direction. The latter, of course, wasn't really an option. Hell, he was already wearing the dress wasn't he? He might as well just go for it. America was the one asking for this so it's not like he would laugh anyway. At least that's what England hoped...
He stepped forward slightly, peaking his head out from behind the archway that led to the kitchen and his jaw nearly hit the floor from the sight he saw.
America had his back turned to him, wich was a damn shame because England wanted so badly to see the front of him. He was clad in nothing more then a pair of blue jeans held up by a leather belt and a cowboy hat. And nothing else.
Sure, the costume was simplisitic, but damn did it light a spark inside the brit.
Feeling a little more confident in himself by the arousal that the american had ignited within him from only his clothes, England sauntered over towards the other. America must have heard the clacking of his high heeled boots because he turned around, face lighting up with a smirk as he saw his lover clad in the hand picked outfit.
"Howdy."
Oh god...that accent. That deep, southern, typical cowboy accent had England nearly melting on the spot. He wanted so badly just to hike up his dress and have the other fuck him over the countertop but resisted.
"Why hello there, sir." England retorted with his own grin, playing along.
"And what brings a fine lil' lady like you roun' these parts?" America asked in his heavy western drawl.
England ignored the 'lil' lady' comment and took another few steps towards the cowboy, hips swaying as he got into character.
"It seems that I have received a request from a...rather handsome young fellow." England let his eyes travel up and down the american's sun kissed body, wanting to reach out and touch the impressive stomach. Despite the amount of junk food he eats, America had developped quite the abdomen.
"But what exactly that request is I have yet to figure out."
America chuckled, adjusting the hat on his head. "Well you see," He started, never ceasing that delicious accent. "It seems this incredibly sexy brit has caused me a sort of...problem." England's eyes followed America's hand as it brushed over the front of his jeans, revealing his 'problem'.
The sandy blond brit grinned, noticing the half-hard cock already straining against its denim prison.
"That is a problem." He said, closing the gaping distance between them, reaching a hand out to touch the exposed skin of America's shoulder. It felt burning hot under his touch.
"Perhaps I could be of assistance?"
"Perhaps you can." America said, grabbing the englishman by the hips. He pulled him close enough for their bodies to touch from the top of their thighs to their chest. England tangled his fingers in the messy blond hair of his lover, accepting the kiss that was soon pressed to his his lips.
One of the american's hands dipped under the hem of the dress, where it split into a sort of upside down 'V' shape from the upper thigh to England's waist, smiling when he noticed that the brit wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"I see you came prepared." America whispered hotly against the older country's ear, causing a shudder to run up the other blond's spine from that sexy accent and a heat to pool in the pit of his stomach.
England's own hand traveled slowly down the american's chest, tracing his taut abs before slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of the faded blue jeans. A smile graced his lips when he could already feel the pulsing organ under his touch.
"I see you did aswell." England retorted.
He heard the younger nation gasp as his fingertips brushed the growing length, the hand on his rear tightening its grip so hard that it made him bite his lip in response. He was already so aroused that his own erection created a tent in the skirt of the dress. England didn't know how much more foreplay he'd be able to withstand.
Luckily, America seemed to have caught on and dived in to claim the older's lips in a hot kiss, reading the atmosphere for once. England gratefully repaid the gesture, parting his lips as soon as their mouths made contact to allow the other permission to explore his moist cavern.
The larger, stronger country lifted the smaller one by the back of his thighs as they kiss, turning around so that their positions were reversed and it was now England who had his back against the countertop, their lips never ceasing that delicious, passtionate contact.
America slid one hand, open palmed, against England' creamy thigh, lifting it up to wrap around his hips as he kissed the other with fervor. England allowed himself to be handled by the dirty blond american, breaking their kiss to bite at his cowboy's neck, leaving little love marks on the smooth expanse of golden skin.
America let out a low growl as he felt teeth nipping at his jugular, reaching a hand behind the brit for the bottle of lube he had placed next to the spice rack after he had first hatched this plan.
Wasting no time, he coated his fingers in the thick liquid and proceeded to slipping two into the tight, exposed hole at once. England let out a moan as he felt the digits slide into him with such ease.
"A-america...aah..." He groaned, feeling the fingers wriggling inside of him. "W-wait...the dress...It'll get dirty."
"Let it." America growled out, kissing the side of his partner's face while slipping in a third finger.
England's eyes shut tightly as the fingers stretch his entrance, preparing him for the larger appendage that would soon follow. It was slightly painful, but England was used to it by now and would just push the pain to the back of his mind, preffering to focus on the rivelets of pleasure that his lover's fingers would send up his spine.
"America..." England panted. "J-just get on with it."
The american grinned at how desperate the other sounded, loving that he was the cause of this. He pulled his fingers out, which earned a whimper to come out of the smaller nation. Turning him around so that England's back was facing him, America once again grabbed the bottle of lube and proceeded to coat his member in the substance.
"Are you ready?" He whispered, leaning over the brit. England's only response was an incoherent noise but the shiver that he felt run up the other's spine was enough of an answer for him.
America pushed up the saloon girl dress so that it was out of the way, aligning his cock with his panting lover's exposed backside. He started to push in slowly, throwing his head back as the tight heat envelopped his throbbing need.
"Ngh...tight as always." He grunted, fingers digging into England's hips as he fought the urge to slam in completly.
"A...A-america..." The ladder moaned, his own hands clawing at the polished marble surface of the countertop. It felt so good to be filled but he wanted the other to find that spot and abuse it for all its worth. "America, deeper...please."
The younger nation got the hint and began searching for the brit's sweet spot, finding it almost imediatly.
England threw his head back with a loud moan as America pulled out, only to hit his prostate directly as he thrust back in.
The pace they set was fast, America moving forward while England bucked back to meet his thrusts. The force of the impacts were making England grind against the countertop, bringing him closer to his climax as his dripping length rubbed against the varnished wood.
"I-I won't last..." The older nation panted. He could already feel that familiar heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. All he needed was one more push and-
"Ah!"
America had hit his prostate dead on with an especially hard thrust that had England seeing white stars as he felt his orgasm rock his body. His body quickly turned to a mass of quivering noodles as the last of his spend leaked out of his softening cock. America was right behind him, letting out an animalistic hiss as he came, spilling his seed inside of his former care taker.
They both stood there for a moment, sweating and panting and completly out of breath. England was leaning heavily against the counter, the only thing keeping him from litterally melting into the floor was the american's strong arm wrapped around the middle of his torso.
"That...was great..." America huffed, nuzzling the crook of England's neck affectionately. "We should defenitly do it again."
"I agree but,"
England turned around to meet his boyfriend's eyes that were still glossy from the afterglow of the mind blowing sex they had just had. A grin played on his head as he stole the american's cowboy had that had magically been able to withstand their rough grinding and placed it on his own head, that stupid feather crumbling under the weigth of the leather cap.
"This time you should wear the dress."
A/N: Phew, that was harder to write then I thought it was...I don't know much about saloon girls or the old west so I kind of just google imaged what one would look like and voila. Hope you like it Red eyes black pheonix! Please review and tell me what you thought of it! Anyway, requests for the next chapter will start now so don't forget to review! Who knows, your suggestion may be the next one I pick. RZA over and out~