Sesi: it seems there is a direct correlation with updates and lengths for some writers. This may be my longest chapter. Warnings: yaoi goodness for really no reason at all. I've just been reading a lot of yaoi and writing a few yuris. Yuri really isn't my thing but its okay to use for broadening my repertoire.
Я не владею Hetalia. Я сошла с ума. (I don't own hetalia. I've gone crazy)
Alfred woke up naked and swathed in silk. He started panicking. Ivan's house, Ivan's bed, Ivan!
Somebody grabbed his wrists to keep him from flailing around. "Alfred!" He heard somebody snapping at him. He looked and saw the blurry outline of Arthur holding him down. "Calm down Al" Arthur said more calmly
"Arthur!" Alfred exclaimed, his voice rasped making it sound like rocks were stuck in his throat. He looked around the blurry room. Suddenly everything became clear as Arthur placed his glasses on his face. "Where is Ivan? And the river? I thought I died" he spouted rapidly, again the rocks attacked.
"Hush love. Ill explain it later." Arthur said placing his finger on Al's lips to silence him. Alfred nodded. "Now are you hungry?" Arthur asked.
"I'm actually not" Alfred said surprised. He did feel a burning in his throat however "I'm thirsty though" Alfred said using common words to explain that burning need.
"That is to be expected." Arthur whispered.
"What do you mean?" Alfred rasped out. Arthur looked away for a guilty moment. " Arthur, answer me"
"You did die Alfred." He told him. A maid walked into the room and sat on the edge of Alfred's bed.
Her scent traveled to Alfred's nose setting the wild beast inside him free. He listened to his thirst and found himself doing something unthinkable if he were in his normal state of mind. Alfred clamped his mouth over her neck and his... Fangs, plunged into her neck to drink her dry. The maid collapsed on the bed, dead. Alfred looked down at his bloodied hands and some tears trickled from his eyes.
"Alfred?" Arthur asked.
"I killed somebody. THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" Alfred shouted jumping out of the bed. He ran to the side opposite of Arthur.
"Alfred knock it off, you are being childish" Arthur snapped. Arthur slid off the bed and started chasing Alfred.
"I'm not being childish I just FUCKING KILLED SOMEBODY!" Alfred shouted running around the other side of the bed. Arthur chased him around the bed.
"It's only natural, you twat!" Arthur shouted following him. Using his speed he knocked down the American.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Alfred shouted trying to push him off. Arthur pinned his hands to the floors with his knees.
"Shut up!" Arthur commanded. Alfred kept squirming but didn't speak. "You died. You fell into the Moskow river and died after you crawled out onto the bank of the river. You don't have to kill, you just only need to take a bit when you manage to curb your appetite." Arthur whispered. "Llyweln has offered to help you with that and in a couple years you can go back home to Amy, Matthew and Gilbert"
"I don't want a couple years! My mother is dying and she is probably worried sick about me" Alfred hissed. Arthur growled.
"Fuck it, Alfred! I will just kill you then!" Arthur shouted.
"Lovers spat?" A woman's voice sounded from the doorway. Alfred noticed Arthur stiffen.
"Get out of here Morgan" Arthur hissed. Alfred looked to see a girl with straight, long, red hair, green eyes that matched Arthur's, and a set of eyebrows that matched as well.
"Aaaawe he's awake!" She cooed. "Hello Alfred I am Morgan. Arthur's older sister" she introduced herself. Alfred saw Arthur visibly sigh and pull the blanket off the bed to cover the new vampire.
"I will talk to you later" Arthur spat at alfred over his shoulder grabbing his sisters arm leading her out of the room.
Alfred stood up pulling the blanket aroun his shoulders and looked around the room. Large windows let in the dying sunlight, a room to the side had a magnificently carved door, and there was the large four poster bed in the middle of the room with its dark blue curtains drawn back.
Alfred went over to the door on the side and found it was a bathroom. He looked in the mirror finding he looked different... yet the same. His hair was more of a golden tone like if he was out in the sun, his eyes looked to be more blue, and he seemed paler as well. He leaned forward to touch his face to ensure it was his own.
"You are a vampire now" a voice said behind Alfred. He turned to see a taller version of Arthur but his eyes were blue and his blonde hair was more tidy.
"I am" Alfred said to him. "Are you one of Arthur's brothers?"
"Yes. I am Llyweln Kirkland if you'd please" he said bowing slightly. Alfred looked at him critically. He seemed to have an older face than Arthur and he dressed… more comfortably with some jeans and a sweater rolled up to his elbows. Really Alfred was looking for the differences between him and Arthur. "Are alright Mr. Jones?" Llyweln asked.
"Ah yes I'm fine. I think. I'm not sure." Alfred admitted. Llyweln sighed and handed Alfred some clothes.
"It's alright. Arthur asked me to train you on your appetite, and Alistair is going to teach you some abilities" Llyweln calmly told him.
"You are a little late. I've already become a murderer" Alfred muttered.
"It was bound to happen. Put the clothes on and come out of the bathroom when your ready." Llyweln said leaving the room.
Alfred let go of the blanket and saw he had a lot of dried blood on his side. He started the shower up and got into it. There was shampoo in there already with a bath scrub and some soap.
When Alfred finished the shower he pulled on the clothes finding them to be a pair of slacks, a button down shirt and a sweater vest. Probably some of Arthur's clothes. He felt like a little schoolboy prat.
With the clothes on Alfred sunk to the floor against the wall. He's a monster now. Alfred punched the floor, cracking the tile all the way across the room.
"Alfred?" Arthur called knocking on the door.
"I'm decent" Alfred called back. Arthur walked in and saw the floor his jaw dropping.
"How the hell did you manage this?" Arthur gasped.
"It was easy" Alfred shrugged.
Arthur sighed pulling Alfred up so that he would be standing. "You know I only employ suicidal people. She would've ended her life herself" Arthur told him. "I only employ them to expand their life. They become hooked on our spit so they stay"
Alfred looked at him "I still killed somebody. It's not right to do that. I do feel a bit better" Alfred confessed leaning into Arthur. He looked at Arthur's big, peridot eyes and his grin. Alfred pulled Arthur into a hug and Arthur held him there, brushing the Americans hair gently with his fingers. He played a little bit with the stubborn lock of hair that stood up on Alfred's head making his head spin on the feeling. It was like there were so many nerves there it felt amazing. Like sex.
Alfred slightly panted like a dog in heat when Arthur tugged it a little too hard not knowing exactly what this was doing to the poor American. He continued until Alfred was shaking.
"Alfred?" Arthur asked finally noticing his reactions. He looked to see a flushed face with Alfred shutting his eyes tightly. "Love are you alright?"
Alfred opened his eyes to show Arthur his need, not able to work his words since they seemed to have caught in his throat. He growled lowly surprising himself that he could make that sound. Arthur's face grew red. His mouth opened into a small O before a grin worked its way onto his face. His hand slipped from Alfred's head working its way down his back to his shirt and sweater vest. Arthur slipped the vest off quickly but left the shirt on.
Alfred went after Arthur's pants at the same time something in his mind telling him to take Arthur's penis in his mouth. He somehow worked the pants down past Arthur's hips and ripped the tented underwear off as well using his newfound strength. Arthur moaned at the cool air hitting his hard on before Alfred took it in his mouth. He worked at it slowly, teasing Arthur. The Brit put his hands on Alfred's head, plunging his dick into the moist cavern quickly making the smaller gag slightly.
Soon Arthur gently pushed Alfred off as he was about to cum, and twisted the other around working at his slacks to get them off. Alfred wiggled his hips a bit to help and they got them off quickly along with the underwear. Arthur inserted his finger and started working at Alfred's ass quickly getting to the second finger, scissoring them until he found the Americans prostate.
Alfred let out a low moan. He bucked against the now furious fingers as they attacked his prostate moaning. Arthur slipped his third finger into Alfred's hole not missing a beat making him moan deeply.
Soon the Briton pulled out making Alfred sigh slightly at all of the lost friction, Arthur pulled Alfred to him and had him cling to him using his legs. They stumbled out of the bathroom onto the large bed in the middle of the room. They continued where they were before, Alfred taking Arthur's dick in his mouth once more to make sure it was slick enough, before they got onto the main course.
Arthur poised his throbbing need at Alfred's entrance, tempting the poor boy. "Please Arthur" Alfred growled out, once again surprising himself by how forceful he could sound.
"Of course love" Arthur purred sliding in. Alfred gripped at the sheets for dear life, every sense in his body on high intensity all of a sudden. The room was too bright, the silk was soft and luxurious and soft, Arthur smelled of roses and musk, he could hear the slight breaths of Arthur and the faintest heartbeat, and there was so much else he could feel he felt himself going into overload. Every touch from Arthur set Alfred's skin on fire and when Arthur finally started moving Alfred had to shut his eyes. Arthur quickly found that sweet spot once more making Alfred see stars.
"Alfred I can't last much longer" Arthur informed him between thrusts.
"I can't either" Alfred responded softly between his many moans. Right after he released spraying his and Arthur's stomachs. Arthur responded with a couple more thrusts and his release the both of them collapsing.
"Alfred?" Arthur asked trying to see if Alfred was probably awake.
"Yes Artie?" Came the whispered, groggy response.
"I love you" Arthur said pulling him into his body. They fell asleep there.
So I am updating a couple days later than planned but I can explain! I had prom, then my cousins birthday followed by a busy week in school filled with projects, then Saturday was spent all day at the pool to burn off my winter weight (I feel ashamed I gained 7 pounds this winter), went to go see Jurassic park in 3D, I spent my next day running my usual Sunday errands with shopping for the week not even getting home until around 7 to have a terrible dinner of dry elk roast and potatoes. I also got the new email outlook and fiddled with it so that all my fanfiction emails would go straight to my fanfiction folder. I'm going to turn that back to the way it was once before because its not really practical just annoying. I would rather do it manually at this point. So here I am stuck at home from swimmers ear and finish this up for you guys! I have a new fic that will be coming out soon and I've gotten a couple friends to read it and I've got nothing but positives from them it's a T meaning I'm not getting dirty with it. I could but I won't. I just need to tinker with it so it should be ready by next Tuesday as a little present to you guys even though it will be MY birthday. And I have a couple other M one shots you might enjoy. Review responses:
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