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Ironic-tan's Blah: Ohei, there's another one of these useless little probably-less-than-1k-word-things! Funny how when you feel like doing something, you can, Ironic-tan! (actually, I forced her to do this… Heh. –evil muse.)

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Title: (Make up your own title, dearies, after you read this…)
Summary: Yao's love is my drug. To be more precise, actually, Yao himself – his smile, his laugh, his everything – is my drug.
I can't get enough of him.
Rating: Err… decide if it's M or T+++ at the end, dearies.
Pairings: RoChu
Genre: Slash, whatever this genre is… o:
Notes: This is not a song fic. I suck at writing lime. (What, Ironic, is this even lime? I think It leans toward lemon. –Woodsy) I suck majorly at writing openings. I suck majorly at putting my thoughts down to make an ounce and a half of sense.
Warnings: There MIGHT be weirdly dark themes that don't make any sense, mentions of very brutal killings (courtesy of the Vargas brothers), shmex, merp… You know what? I don't expect people to read this anyway…

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"Ngh… Yìwan…" Pale fingers tangled in nearly-white hair, holding tightly to the silky tresses. Ivan smiled slightly, looking down at the moaning Chinese man below him.

"Da, Yao?" Yao glared at him through half-open eyes, but tried to lean up to kiss him anyway. "More in Chinese 'ere, thanks."

"You asked for it." Ivan husked into his ear, one hand reaching down to cup Yao's ass, grinning, and began to speed his pace.

"Y-Yìwan!" Yao's back arched off the bed, pressing their bodies closer; heating the room up even more and pushing Ivan closer to the edge.

Yao, it seemed, had already fallen, for his essence was spilling out, coating their chests and the rumpled bed sheets.

"Yao-!" Ivan sped up again, causing Yao to moan loudly, and came inside him. They fell, exhausted, onto the bed, and clasped hands.

"I love you…" Ivan whispered to the Chinese man, and Yao slapped his shoulder. "Shut up, the boss will kill you if he heard aru."

"I think he did." Ivan chuckled. Yao slapped him again, but to Ivan it felt sleepy. He chuckled again. "Go to sleep, da, I'll clean up."

Yao shook his head and put his arms around Ivan's shoulders. "No, aru, stay here. The door is locked anyway."

"Boss Vargas has a knife and a key." Ivan argued. "Whatever." Yao said, shaking his head. "Just go to sleep too, aru."

The silver-haired Russian smiled. "Da, da, Jao." "Yìwan… Before I do that aru…"

"Da?" Ivan looked up at Yao's face from where his head was laid on the Chinese man's chest, grinning.

"Tell me something I don't know aru. About anything." He yawned, and his eyelids fluttered shut; Ivan could tell he was desperately trying to keep awake.

"Your love is my drug, Jao. Your everything, actually. Your laugh, your eyes, your perfect peach bun ass…" Yao blushed slightly. "Oh, shut up aru."

Ivan shook his head, grinning. "You asked for it."

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Ironic-tan's End Blah:
Enter A/N that is probably longer than the actual fanfic.
Was my Chinese okej there?
-can't spell in Chinese to save her life-
xD Please review and tell me I need a life.
This is majorly messed up.
Er, okej, Ivan didn't say 'Jao' in the first part…
Hrmm…
My headcanon is that during their 'becoming-one-with-Russia-da' sessions, Ivan can say Yao's name correctly.
Other times, though, he doesn't, because he thinks it's cute.
Now, about when Ivan calls one of the Italy twins 'boss Vargas'.
He's talking about Romano. :3
I couldn't get the words 'Italian mafia' out of my head while I wrote this, so it ended up that way.
Ahhhh…
-proofreads-
AJKDSVFJSBFNMSADHM NEIN WHAT DID I JUST WRITE!?
Please kill me, someone.
It was so so so so so so sucky.
Not that anyone cares.
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Thank you! *heart heart heart*