Rating: MA (Well… kind of. As MA as I can write. :| Which is more like "hints of adult concepts with a side of hopeless romance/angst"!)
Pairing: England/China
Word Count: 455
Notes: None of these are proofread. I apologize for errors~
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"Arthur!"
China's screams were going unheard. Why had he let the other nation tie him up anyway? Oh right, he was tricked! Those damned green eyes had looked at him with such tenderness that China had momentarily forgotten to whom those eyes belonged. Now he was on the floor, shirtless, arms tied, lying beneath the damned Opium Bastard who could do nothing but smirk at him.
He gave the ropes around his arms a hard yank. Arthur's smile widened.
"Arthur, if you don't untie-"
"You'll make me pay. I know, I know." England ran his fingers through China's hair and slipped off the hair tie. China's hair—soft and long and perfectly beautiful—pooled around China's face. England's heart skipped a beat and he promptly added, "You agreed to this."
"You tricked me," China retorted, glaring at the man above him. He shivered when England's fingers ran down his neck and across his collarbone. "This has gone far enough!"
But England refused to listen. He leaned down and pressed his lips against China's, a gentle but forceful kiss. A small, breathy moan fluttered in-between their lips, and England wasn't sure if it belonged to him or to China. Not that it mattered; the only important thing was the way China's lips and tongue responded when they came into contact with his.
The older nation bucked beneath him, trying to knock the man on top off balance. It was useless, though. England's gloved hands—tempting and teasing—were already sliding down China's torso, and this time England was sure it was China who moaned out loud.
"Opium Bastard," China angrily mumbled, unable to stop his pants from being slipped off and tossed aside. He half expected England to shove his legs apart and have his way with him, but all England did was quietly murmur apologies and affectionate promises against China's neck. His lips tenderly—almost too tender for the man who had drugged him and his people decades before—kissed down China's neck and chest.
China gasped, moving his arms to cover his face, a sad attempt at concealing the blush on his cheeks. When England's lips reached China's stomach, the world around him melted away. China's body tingled and his chest ached.
"Let me love you, Yao." A simple, affectionate plea. The words, spoken softly against China's hot skin, somehow reached China's ears. China's entire body trembled. A gasp fluttered past his lips as his body arched. He closed his eyes and said nothing, temporarily granting England's request.
For a moment, China felt trapped, tightly embraced in a heated dance with a haughty demon. Still, he couldn't find the strength to push him away, and he almost didn't mind temptation this time around.