In My Dreams p.3

Rochu/Russia x China

Warning: male-on-male foreplay, wall of yaoi.

A/N: because of my promise to not draw/write anything yaoi this had to be written late OTL

Originally, this fic was supposed to end in a fast rough dirty lemon but then i thought, 'hey i should like make this chapter like longer since the other two chapters were like quite short' so I wrote this chapter without planning ahead on what to type. AND so you guys can be entertained with long transitions of foreplay, smut and whole lot of rochu.

And also I wanted to test my vocabulary/grammar skills.

This fic is for the smut/crack (crack cos who would go all the way from china to russia just to have sex? XD) fanservice you guys asked for in the rochu free talk.

I want to dedicate this fanfic to all the rochu fans out there, especially to

=haragurotan, ~Shino-Love-Bug248 , ~xblkdragonx, and ~GorillazGirl1.

"Needless to Say"

Just one touch, no, two, three...

He wanted to be filled with him; to be penetrated by him. He wanted nothing more but the ruthless thrusts getting faster and deeper hitting that spot; the sound and the touch of each other's sweaty skin pressing one another; the erotic feeling of their breathless moans and sighs; he wanted nothing more but Ivan.

He was waiting for what he wanted, what he desired after that dream, but no one answered.

"Ivan! Ivan aru..!" Yao shouted aloud, he continued pressing the doorbell but no answer.

What if he was still mad at me from the other day aru..?

"I-Ivan.. Please..please answer aru!"

Again, no one.

The coldness of the weather was too much for Yao to bear, he hated it, but for him it was something beautiful at the same time. But he knew Ivan hated it; he was affected to the cold so much that it had frozen his own heart; he was lonely. And now, it was freezing Yao's own heart. He needed the warmth so badly now.

It was hurting, his lower regions, he couldn't take it, he needed to-

Inside the house, the northern nation was trying to figure out who was outside, all he heard was the sound of his name being called but not so sure of, and something ringing aloud.

He looked to his right, a vodka bottle in his hand; he hated himself at these times.

Then the loud noises stopped.

He wondered what happened out there.

Was that his boss? No, it couldn't; if it was, then he would've called first. Was it one of those baltic nations? It can't, they wouldn't even dare to knock on his door. What if it was Ukraine? But her boss told her to stay away from him.. Belarus? Err..the door would be knocked down by now.

Yao?

He shook his head, trying to forget about what he just thought of.

It couldn't, it wouldn't.

Now all he heard were muffled cries and moans from the door.

Huh...?

With much of his strength, he stood up; achingly walked towards the door.

The door creaked as he opened, only revealing something very much appealing to his eyes.

The moans and sighs came from the southern nation, lying against the other door, touching himself.

Semen trickled down in between his thighs, his shaft being pumped repeatedly. The moans that escaped Yao's throat were louder than before.

At first China didn't notice Russia since he closed his eyes, allowing his nether regions to take over himself. The world cared less for him now, he was immoral, and all he wanted was pleasure. He imagined himself being taken over by Russia, who had that huge smile on his face; he imagined Ivan stroking his member continuously while he drove into him.

If his lover wasn't at home, then he wouldn't want to waste time waiting for that Russian to come home and do him, he'd do it himself.

Ivan could only stare dumbfounded at Yao.

"Y-Yao...?"

"I-I..Ivan aru!" Yao jumped out of fright, blushing crimson red. "y-you..h-how...where..I..!"

Out of nowhere, large arms were wrapped around the smaller anation's body, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Yao.." Ivan whispered, he giggled a bit from feeling Yao's wet member touching his.

"I-Ivan!" Yao screamed out loud when their bodies were pressed together. He shivered a bit from falling into the warmth of the Russian's hug. "Y-you're..uhn..you're late aru."

The younger nation pushed him back against the door, his leg rubbed the wet spot abruptly, which made the southern nation moan in reply.

"Ne? Late from what?"

Yao can't stop blushing as he pointed down at his wet member being pressed against Ivan's soiled pants from the wet dream. Without a second thought, Yao wrapped his leg around his lover's waist, arching his back a little to get a feel of what's to come, and just as expected, Ivan's member roared to life.

"What is this all about Jao," Ivan glared at those golden eyes with his amethyst ones, "I thought you didn't like me f*cking you.."

"I..I was wrong..aru..I..I.." His dream would come true, but it was a matter of pride and pleasure..

"What Yao?" Ivan also wanted this, but he just loved testing both of their patience; their self-control. Ivan knew Yao desperately wanted him; that he loved and desired him even more than Ivan's love for him. Though it was too obvious, he very much liked the fact that Yao was too stubborn to make it official, to confess to him.

Because if he did, it would ruin the whole game of chase.

Yao gulped. He tried not staring into those darkening violet eyes, they were mesmerizing, yet they were empty; a gaze of a lonely man who wanted someone to love him.

"What do you want Jao."

"I..I want..."

"Say it Jao," the Russian accent caused the Chinese man to shiver.

"..Answer me!"

"God...Ivan I want you aru!" Yao finally managed to say it.

This was like his dream, just like it. All that was missing was..

"...I want you aru," he breathed in deeply, "I want you..I..I need you..in me.."

This was too easy, Ivan thought; he stroked the ebony hair, swished it aside to taste his lover's neck. He licked and nipped at it; going higher and higher until he began biting on his earlobe. Yao shuddered yet moaned in delight; deliberately pulling Ivan closer to him.

Leaving red succulent marks, Ivan looked at his lover; his amethyst eyes darkened to onyx, and kissed him extempore.

Yao let it all happen, he opened his mouth to let Ivan invade, to furthur conquer and trap himself. At first the kiss was bruising, it was full of lust and desire; frustration and devastation; nothing but a kiss of want and need. It was frantic. But then it turned sweet- sweet as honey he thought; filled with mixed emotions and passionate feelings; it was a kiss of two lovers in the moment.

Although he could taste the vodka in his mouth, he didn't care. Well, that's what he loved about Russia's kisses.

It is what made it unique in flavor, it is what made Russia be Russia.

Without the taste of vodka in their kisses, then, to him it was just a normal kiss; there wouldn't be any spark in it; there wouldn't be any exquisiteness into it. It wouldn't be electrifying;

Without it, the kiss would be boring.

In the case of Ivan, he just loved the sweet honeyed taste of Yao; it reminded him that even with that strict and high exterior of his, Yao was a very kind and vulnerable person in the inside. The sweet taste made him realize that China wasn't like most nations who hated and deserted him; it made him realize that he wasn't lonely in this world;

That China, even if he was one of the world's leading countries; was weak.

He was just a man, an old man at that; he had experienced everything that is to live for.

He knew so much, but it was not enough.

After every trial, after every success, after every failure, Yao realized that being immortal, he asked himself; would he have a purpose in life?

Was life worth living if you were an immortal? If you knew that you'd never leave this world?

So he obeyed. He would let people take over him and use him since he knew that in the end he'd watch their hair turn gray and die before him.

It was the same with Russia. He also had the same question stuck in his head. But he was different from China; Russia would always bend the rules and have his way of doing things.

Nonetheless, Russia never liked being alone; ironic it may sound, how everyone seemed scared of Russia although he just wanted to make friends. Being abandoned by everyone who has been with him, how can anyone be so selfish;

Then China came into his life.

He wasn't like others, he wasn't scared, he wasn't afraid of Russia. He actually liked Ivan's presence. Soon enough he fell in love with him. And this is where they are now.

Tongues danced with one another; sliding against each other. Their kissing was put to a stop, both nations panted heavily and took time to catch their breath.

Yao wrapped his arms around him, yes, this is what he wanted oh so much. He felt hands lay on his waist as Ivan lifted him up and carried him bridal style into his house.

TBC