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hetalia2008-09-10 09:16 pm
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[FANFIC] Border Negotiations
Title: Border Negotiations
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maikan
Character(s) or Pairing(s): US/UK
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sort of PWP? Also, it's set a bit before Hetalia takes place.
Summary: Based loosely on the Venzuela/British Guyana border conflict.
When he heard the door slamming against the wall, Arthur sighed. He really wasn’t in the mood for this today, nor did he had the time. “You never have been one to knock before entering, have you?” he asked as he raised eyes from the paper in front of him to look at Alfred, who stood in the doorway with his fists clenched at his sides.
Scowl firmly in place, Alfred stared at him for a moment before storming over to his desk, slamming his hands down on the edge of the wood. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. Arthur cocked an eyebrow, setting down his pen.
“What on Earth are you going on about, Alfred?” he asked. He placed his hands on the arms of his chair and leaned back to create more space between himself and the younger man. He watched as Alfred’s eyebrows furrowed and his frown deepened.
“You know full well what I’m talking about,” he asserted, and Arthur could see he grip on the desk tighten, “I sent you that document weeks ago, and you still haven’t responded.”
“Oh, that thing?” Arthur asked, nonchalantly, trying his best not to smirk, “I didn’t think to take that seriously. To be honest, the whole thing seemed like a joke. I mean, seriously, the ‘twenty-inch gun’? What kind of name is that?”
“You’re in direct violation of the Monroe Doctrine!” Alfred growled, leaning further over the desk, “It clearly states that no outside powers, including you, are allowed in the Western hemisphere. You’re lucky I’m even letting you stay in South America, but now you’ve gone too far.”
Arthur was becoming annoyed. He had put up with Alfred’s rebellious, self-entitled attitude for long enough, but this was just too much. “You’re being ridiculous. What gives you the authority to control the entire Western hemisphere?”
Alfred paused before opening his mouth, but no words came out. He clenched his jaw and glowered at Arthur, saying nothing. “Besides,” Arthur added, “New Guiana was established long before you issued this Monroe Doctrine.”
“Which means that its borders were decided long ago. So,” Alfred continued, giving Arthur a toothy grin as he stood up and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “Why did you wait until now to decide that the border is incorrect.”
“I hadn’t realized until now that—”
“—there was gold in Venezuela?”
“N-no,” Arthur stuttered, averting his gaze. He could feel the American’s eyes on him, haughty and proud as ever, “I hadn’t realized the border was drawn incorrectly until now.”
Alfred chuckled. “Give it up, Arthur, you know you’re argument’s full of shit.”
“And what if I don’t?” Arthur challenged, once again meeting the young man’s gaze. His blue eyes were full of spirit and his usual arrogance, but Arthur wouldn’t concede so easily.
“I’ll...” Alfred began, seemingly gathering his confidence, “I’ll declare war.”
“Oh, how brave,” Arthur scoffed, “But you seem to have forgotten my sheer naval superiority.” He rose from his chair, stare unfaltering as he looked up at the American. “I’d crush you.”
“You don’t want to get on my bad side, Arthur,” the younger man warned.
“Oh? And why wouldn’t I—”
Warm lips captured his own, and Arthur almost forgot what he had been planning to ask. Alfred’s mouth moved against his harshly, and he felt a hand wrap around his tie, pulling him to meet the other man across the desk. Alfred’s lips crushed against his, teeth grazing his lower lip as the other man moved hurriedly, urgently.
Arthur pulled away as much as he could. “W-what are you doing?” he managed to ask in between breaths.
Alfred smirked, tightening his grip of Arthur’s tie and pulling him closer once more. “Shut up,” he said, before pressing his lips to the older man’s. His tongue skated across Arthur’s lips, gently at first, before pressing against them, seeking entrance.
Arthur shut his eyes as Alfred’s tongue slipped into his mouth, warm and wet as it ran across his teeth. Slowly, Arthur began to respond, moving his own tongue with Alfred’s, and he heard the blonde let out a soft noise of approval. Alfred’s free hand moved to the back of his neck, fingers grasping at the ends of his hair.
Arthur broke the kiss. “Wait, stop,” he said, gaze focused on Alfred’s face, whose swollen lips turned down at the corners.
“What is it?” he asked, obviously annoyed by the interruption.
Arthur brought his hands to the sides of Alfred’s face, lifting his glasses off and folding them before placing them on the side of the desk. He looked at Alfred for a moment before smiling slightly, his cheeks turning a soft pink. “There,” he said, “That’s better.”
Arthur leaned in for another kiss, but Alfred stopped him. “Hold on,” he said, and Arthur looked at him quizzically. Bracing himself on the desk, Alfred jumped over to the other side.
Arthur glared. “You could have just walked around, you know.” But Alfred didn’t respond. He merely grinned, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s waist and tilting his head to cover his mouth.
Arthur didn’t hesitate to ease into the kiss this time, appreciating the warmth of Alfred’s body against his own. Strong hands on the small of his back pulled him closer before moving down to grab his ass. He almost had to suppress a protest when Alfred pulled away, but he couldn’t help but be thankful for the chance to breathe. His breath, however, caught in his throat when he felt teeth on his earlobe, nibbling gently, and then lips following.
Fingers were fumbling with his belt, and then clumsily worked on the buttons of his coat. Arthur helped by loosening his tie, Alfred quickly undoing the first few buttons of the other man’s shirt. He wasted no time, immediately moving his mouth to the newly bared skin of Arthur’s neck. He tilted his head back to allow Alfred better access. He could feel himself growing hard, his erection straining his underwear. He moved against Alfred, almost hesitantly at first, but the other man met his rhythm. Arthur bit his lip, fighting back a moan as they continued to grind. In the back of his mind, his thoughts were hazy, but still there. He shouldn’t be allowing Alfred to control him like this, he should be the one in charge— Alfred slipped a hand between them to cup his erection, he couldn’t help but let a noise escape his throat.
Alfred rubbed him through his pants, and Arthur shut his eyes tight. He struggled to remain silent, not wanting to let Alfred know what an effect he was having on him, not wanting to seem completely submissive. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the younger man away from him until the back of his legs met with the desk. Grabbing the man by his tie, he pulled him down to meet his lips. He forced his tongue past Alfred’s lips, exploring his mouth, wrestling with his tongue. He couldn’t put his finger on what the American tasted like—he didn’t want to admit that it was most likely cheeseburgers—but whatever it was, the flavor was absolutely tantalizing. He broke the kiss, fixing his gaze on Alfred’s face. The man’s blue eyes were filled with passion. Arthur pulled him down one more, crushing his lips against Alfred’s. He kissed the corner of his mouth, and then nipped his jaw.
His hands moved for the other man’s belt, undoing it, and then the buttons, his fingers moving as quickly as he could manage. In his mind, he was cursing Alfred for wearing so many layers, but finally, he was able to push the fabric off of his shoulders, bearing his chest. Alfred was giving him a smirk, seemingly amused at his newfound enthusiasm, but Arthur ignored him, refusing to let it bother him. He was in control.
He pressed his lips to Alfred’s collar bone, nipping at his skin before trailing down with his tongue. Arthur circled his nipple before engulfing it with his mouth and then sucking on it. He felt rather than heard Alfred’s reaction, and he knew the haughty grin on his face most likely wasn’t becoming of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He moved his mouth to the right, catching the man’s other nipple between his teeth roughly, though not enough to hurt. Letting it alone, Arthur looked up at Alfred, whose face was faintly pink. Arthur decided that just barely pink wasn’t good enough.
Kneeling, he kissed the man’s stomach, progressing down with flicks of his tongue to Alfred’s navel. He lingered there for a moment, letting his tongue run over Alfred’s skin, which tasted vaguely of sweat. He lifted one hand to hold onto Alfred’s belt, and the other to trail a finger along his fly, teasing the American’s growing erection. Alfred squirmed beneath his touch, and Arthur deftly undid his belt and the button of his trousers. He pulled them down, along with his boxers, as far as they would go, before they were stopped by combat boots.
Arthur’s mouth met with the inside of Alfred’s thigh, licking the toned surface sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“A-Arthur,” he heard the other man say, and he looked up to meet his gaze, “Stop teasing me, damn it. Just get on with it.”
Arthur chuckled, but gave in. He wrapped his fingers around the Alfred’s erection, stroking it slowly once, twice. Alfred let out a choked noise that went straight to Arthur’s groin and, barely thinking about it, he slipped his free hand down his pants, touching himself at the same time. Licking his lips, he leaned his head in to lick the head of Alfred’s cock, his tongue moving down the length. He sucked on the tip before taking the man’s erection in his mouth, his hand at the base where he couldn’t reach. He moved his head slowly at first before fingers tangled themselves in his hair, urging him to do more. He complied, sucking once before his rhythm became faster.
“Shit,” Alfred breathed, throwing his head back, and Arthur groaned around the other man’s erection.
He stroked himself in time with the bobs of his head, and he could feel himself reaching the edge. He wouldn’t last much longer. He raised his glance to Alfred’s face, whose eyebrows were furrowed and cheeks deliciously flushed. Another moan escaped the mans lips, and Arthur tightened his grip on his own cock.
“Arthur, stop. I—,” Alfred panted, “I’m going to—”
Arthur gave him one last suck before releasing his length. Arthur licked his lips, without much time to catch his breath before Alfred pulled him to his feet and stole a kiss.
“Do you have—?”
“In the bottom left drawer,” Arthur said. As Alfred moved to retrieve the bottle, Arthur undid the rest of his shirt buttons, letting the fabric fall the floor. Alfred turned back to face Arthur, placing the lube on the desk. He leaned down to capture Arthur’s mouth, his hands undoing the shorter man’s pants, which were by now far too uncomfortable. Tugging his trousers down, Alfred pushed him up against the desk, and Arthur leaned across the wood, resting on his forearms.
Alfred twisted the bottle open, letting the cool liquid pour over his fingers. He fingered Arthur’s entrance, pressing a kiss to his back before pushing in slowly to the second knuckle. He pulled his finger out, coating his fingers with a bit more lube before adding a second finger. With his free hand, he wrapped his fingers around Arthur’s erection, and the man gasped. He stroked slowly as he stretched Arthur, knowing that he was already close to the edge.
“Alfred, it’s fine,” Arthur told him, “I’m ready?”
“You sure?” Alfred asked, and the other man nodded. He slowly pulled his fingers out and with his other hand grabbed the lube once more. When he was finished with the bottle, he let it fall to the ground, rather than placing it back on the desk.
He grabbed a hold of Arthur’s hips, entering almost hesitantly. “You’re alright?” he asked.
“I’m fine. Just keep going,” Arthur answered, his voice rough. Alfred thrust in, and then pulled almost all the way out. His pace was quicker now, unable to hold back. Arthur was so hot and tight around him, and fuck, this felt good. He took Arthur’s cock in his hand, his strokes rougher than they had been before. He leaned forward, he chest covering the expanse of Arthur’s back.
“Alfred,” the other man groaned, and Alfred let out a moan himself.
His thrusts were quicker now, he strokes more rough and uneven. He could hear the smack of skin against bare skin. He groaned, the noise deep and coarse. The feeling of being inside of him, of his body writhing underneath him, the sounds he was making, was overwhelming. He knew that he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Alfred, I—,” he didn’t finish before he came in Alfred’s hand, slumping over on the desk. Alfred thrust erratically a few final times before coming as well. He collapsed on top of Arthur, panting in the other man’s ear.
***
Arthur reached the final button of his shirt, pulled his collar up, and then began to work on his tie. He looked over at Alfred, who was slouching in his desk chair; he wasn’t bothering to put on any clothing past his pants. The American beamed at him, and Arthur just rolled his eyes.
“So,” Alfred said, grabbing his glasses from the desk and putting them on, “You’ll stay out of Venezuela, right?”
Arthur frowned, looking the other man up and down, who continued to smile brightly. “…We’ll talk about it later.”
Author/Artist:
maikanCharacter(s) or Pairing(s): US/UK
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sort of PWP? Also, it's set a bit before Hetalia takes place.
Summary: Based loosely on the Venzuela/British Guyana border conflict.
When he heard the door slamming against the wall, Arthur sighed. He really wasn’t in the mood for this today, nor did he had the time. “You never have been one to knock before entering, have you?” he asked as he raised eyes from the paper in front of him to look at Alfred, who stood in the doorway with his fists clenched at his sides.
Scowl firmly in place, Alfred stared at him for a moment before storming over to his desk, slamming his hands down on the edge of the wood. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. Arthur cocked an eyebrow, setting down his pen.
“What on Earth are you going on about, Alfred?” he asked. He placed his hands on the arms of his chair and leaned back to create more space between himself and the younger man. He watched as Alfred’s eyebrows furrowed and his frown deepened.
“You know full well what I’m talking about,” he asserted, and Arthur could see he grip on the desk tighten, “I sent you that document weeks ago, and you still haven’t responded.”
“Oh, that thing?” Arthur asked, nonchalantly, trying his best not to smirk, “I didn’t think to take that seriously. To be honest, the whole thing seemed like a joke. I mean, seriously, the ‘twenty-inch gun’? What kind of name is that?”
“You’re in direct violation of the Monroe Doctrine!” Alfred growled, leaning further over the desk, “It clearly states that no outside powers, including you, are allowed in the Western hemisphere. You’re lucky I’m even letting you stay in South America, but now you’ve gone too far.”
Arthur was becoming annoyed. He had put up with Alfred’s rebellious, self-entitled attitude for long enough, but this was just too much. “You’re being ridiculous. What gives you the authority to control the entire Western hemisphere?”
Alfred paused before opening his mouth, but no words came out. He clenched his jaw and glowered at Arthur, saying nothing. “Besides,” Arthur added, “New Guiana was established long before you issued this Monroe Doctrine.”
“Which means that its borders were decided long ago. So,” Alfred continued, giving Arthur a toothy grin as he stood up and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “Why did you wait until now to decide that the border is incorrect.”
“I hadn’t realized until now that—”
“—there was gold in Venezuela?”
“N-no,” Arthur stuttered, averting his gaze. He could feel the American’s eyes on him, haughty and proud as ever, “I hadn’t realized the border was drawn incorrectly until now.”
Alfred chuckled. “Give it up, Arthur, you know you’re argument’s full of shit.”
“And what if I don’t?” Arthur challenged, once again meeting the young man’s gaze. His blue eyes were full of spirit and his usual arrogance, but Arthur wouldn’t concede so easily.
“I’ll...” Alfred began, seemingly gathering his confidence, “I’ll declare war.”
“Oh, how brave,” Arthur scoffed, “But you seem to have forgotten my sheer naval superiority.” He rose from his chair, stare unfaltering as he looked up at the American. “I’d crush you.”
“You don’t want to get on my bad side, Arthur,” the younger man warned.
“Oh? And why wouldn’t I—”
Warm lips captured his own, and Arthur almost forgot what he had been planning to ask. Alfred’s mouth moved against his harshly, and he felt a hand wrap around his tie, pulling him to meet the other man across the desk. Alfred’s lips crushed against his, teeth grazing his lower lip as the other man moved hurriedly, urgently.
Arthur pulled away as much as he could. “W-what are you doing?” he managed to ask in between breaths.
Alfred smirked, tightening his grip of Arthur’s tie and pulling him closer once more. “Shut up,” he said, before pressing his lips to the older man’s. His tongue skated across Arthur’s lips, gently at first, before pressing against them, seeking entrance.
Arthur shut his eyes as Alfred’s tongue slipped into his mouth, warm and wet as it ran across his teeth. Slowly, Arthur began to respond, moving his own tongue with Alfred’s, and he heard the blonde let out a soft noise of approval. Alfred’s free hand moved to the back of his neck, fingers grasping at the ends of his hair.
Arthur broke the kiss. “Wait, stop,” he said, gaze focused on Alfred’s face, whose swollen lips turned down at the corners.
“What is it?” he asked, obviously annoyed by the interruption.
Arthur brought his hands to the sides of Alfred’s face, lifting his glasses off and folding them before placing them on the side of the desk. He looked at Alfred for a moment before smiling slightly, his cheeks turning a soft pink. “There,” he said, “That’s better.”
Arthur leaned in for another kiss, but Alfred stopped him. “Hold on,” he said, and Arthur looked at him quizzically. Bracing himself on the desk, Alfred jumped over to the other side.
Arthur glared. “You could have just walked around, you know.” But Alfred didn’t respond. He merely grinned, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s waist and tilting his head to cover his mouth.
Arthur didn’t hesitate to ease into the kiss this time, appreciating the warmth of Alfred’s body against his own. Strong hands on the small of his back pulled him closer before moving down to grab his ass. He almost had to suppress a protest when Alfred pulled away, but he couldn’t help but be thankful for the chance to breathe. His breath, however, caught in his throat when he felt teeth on his earlobe, nibbling gently, and then lips following.
Fingers were fumbling with his belt, and then clumsily worked on the buttons of his coat. Arthur helped by loosening his tie, Alfred quickly undoing the first few buttons of the other man’s shirt. He wasted no time, immediately moving his mouth to the newly bared skin of Arthur’s neck. He tilted his head back to allow Alfred better access. He could feel himself growing hard, his erection straining his underwear. He moved against Alfred, almost hesitantly at first, but the other man met his rhythm. Arthur bit his lip, fighting back a moan as they continued to grind. In the back of his mind, his thoughts were hazy, but still there. He shouldn’t be allowing Alfred to control him like this, he should be the one in charge— Alfred slipped a hand between them to cup his erection, he couldn’t help but let a noise escape his throat.
Alfred rubbed him through his pants, and Arthur shut his eyes tight. He struggled to remain silent, not wanting to let Alfred know what an effect he was having on him, not wanting to seem completely submissive. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the younger man away from him until the back of his legs met with the desk. Grabbing the man by his tie, he pulled him down to meet his lips. He forced his tongue past Alfred’s lips, exploring his mouth, wrestling with his tongue. He couldn’t put his finger on what the American tasted like—he didn’t want to admit that it was most likely cheeseburgers—but whatever it was, the flavor was absolutely tantalizing. He broke the kiss, fixing his gaze on Alfred’s face. The man’s blue eyes were filled with passion. Arthur pulled him down one more, crushing his lips against Alfred’s. He kissed the corner of his mouth, and then nipped his jaw.
His hands moved for the other man’s belt, undoing it, and then the buttons, his fingers moving as quickly as he could manage. In his mind, he was cursing Alfred for wearing so many layers, but finally, he was able to push the fabric off of his shoulders, bearing his chest. Alfred was giving him a smirk, seemingly amused at his newfound enthusiasm, but Arthur ignored him, refusing to let it bother him. He was in control.
He pressed his lips to Alfred’s collar bone, nipping at his skin before trailing down with his tongue. Arthur circled his nipple before engulfing it with his mouth and then sucking on it. He felt rather than heard Alfred’s reaction, and he knew the haughty grin on his face most likely wasn’t becoming of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He moved his mouth to the right, catching the man’s other nipple between his teeth roughly, though not enough to hurt. Letting it alone, Arthur looked up at Alfred, whose face was faintly pink. Arthur decided that just barely pink wasn’t good enough.
Kneeling, he kissed the man’s stomach, progressing down with flicks of his tongue to Alfred’s navel. He lingered there for a moment, letting his tongue run over Alfred’s skin, which tasted vaguely of sweat. He lifted one hand to hold onto Alfred’s belt, and the other to trail a finger along his fly, teasing the American’s growing erection. Alfred squirmed beneath his touch, and Arthur deftly undid his belt and the button of his trousers. He pulled them down, along with his boxers, as far as they would go, before they were stopped by combat boots.
Arthur’s mouth met with the inside of Alfred’s thigh, licking the toned surface sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“A-Arthur,” he heard the other man say, and he looked up to meet his gaze, “Stop teasing me, damn it. Just get on with it.”
Arthur chuckled, but gave in. He wrapped his fingers around the Alfred’s erection, stroking it slowly once, twice. Alfred let out a choked noise that went straight to Arthur’s groin and, barely thinking about it, he slipped his free hand down his pants, touching himself at the same time. Licking his lips, he leaned his head in to lick the head of Alfred’s cock, his tongue moving down the length. He sucked on the tip before taking the man’s erection in his mouth, his hand at the base where he couldn’t reach. He moved his head slowly at first before fingers tangled themselves in his hair, urging him to do more. He complied, sucking once before his rhythm became faster.
“Shit,” Alfred breathed, throwing his head back, and Arthur groaned around the other man’s erection.
He stroked himself in time with the bobs of his head, and he could feel himself reaching the edge. He wouldn’t last much longer. He raised his glance to Alfred’s face, whose eyebrows were furrowed and cheeks deliciously flushed. Another moan escaped the mans lips, and Arthur tightened his grip on his own cock.
“Arthur, stop. I—,” Alfred panted, “I’m going to—”
Arthur gave him one last suck before releasing his length. Arthur licked his lips, without much time to catch his breath before Alfred pulled him to his feet and stole a kiss.
“Do you have—?”
“In the bottom left drawer,” Arthur said. As Alfred moved to retrieve the bottle, Arthur undid the rest of his shirt buttons, letting the fabric fall the floor. Alfred turned back to face Arthur, placing the lube on the desk. He leaned down to capture Arthur’s mouth, his hands undoing the shorter man’s pants, which were by now far too uncomfortable. Tugging his trousers down, Alfred pushed him up against the desk, and Arthur leaned across the wood, resting on his forearms.
Alfred twisted the bottle open, letting the cool liquid pour over his fingers. He fingered Arthur’s entrance, pressing a kiss to his back before pushing in slowly to the second knuckle. He pulled his finger out, coating his fingers with a bit more lube before adding a second finger. With his free hand, he wrapped his fingers around Arthur’s erection, and the man gasped. He stroked slowly as he stretched Arthur, knowing that he was already close to the edge.
“Alfred, it’s fine,” Arthur told him, “I’m ready?”
“You sure?” Alfred asked, and the other man nodded. He slowly pulled his fingers out and with his other hand grabbed the lube once more. When he was finished with the bottle, he let it fall to the ground, rather than placing it back on the desk.
He grabbed a hold of Arthur’s hips, entering almost hesitantly. “You’re alright?” he asked.
“I’m fine. Just keep going,” Arthur answered, his voice rough. Alfred thrust in, and then pulled almost all the way out. His pace was quicker now, unable to hold back. Arthur was so hot and tight around him, and fuck, this felt good. He took Arthur’s cock in his hand, his strokes rougher than they had been before. He leaned forward, he chest covering the expanse of Arthur’s back.
“Alfred,” the other man groaned, and Alfred let out a moan himself.
His thrusts were quicker now, he strokes more rough and uneven. He could hear the smack of skin against bare skin. He groaned, the noise deep and coarse. The feeling of being inside of him, of his body writhing underneath him, the sounds he was making, was overwhelming. He knew that he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Alfred, I—,” he didn’t finish before he came in Alfred’s hand, slumping over on the desk. Alfred thrust erratically a few final times before coming as well. He collapsed on top of Arthur, panting in the other man’s ear.
***
Arthur reached the final button of his shirt, pulled his collar up, and then began to work on his tie. He looked over at Alfred, who was slouching in his desk chair; he wasn’t bothering to put on any clothing past his pants. The American beamed at him, and Arthur just rolled his eyes.
“So,” Alfred said, grabbing his glasses from the desk and putting them on, “You’ll stay out of Venezuela, right?”
Arthur frowned, looking the other man up and down, who continued to smile brightly. “…We’ll talk about it later.”
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