Faithful | By : ArcadiaEclipse Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 3544 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Warnings: Yaoi (RussiaxAmerica), language,
hurt/comfort and explicit sexual depictions ahead. This fanfic is
intended for adult readers only.
Author’s Note: This story
is not meant to be serious in any way. It
is Porn Without Plot (PWP). I just needed a break from other fanficion and this was it.
Hope you guys get at least a tiny shred of amusement from it.
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~ Faithful ~
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By Arcadia Eclipse
“Because Alfred’s
a total slut!”
The room fell silent at the
Frenchman’s sudden outburst. It was true
that not all of his allies agreed with letting the reckless teenager run the
meeting in its entirety but although not everyone agreed with the American
their words remained civil and objective.
Francis still seemed bitter that his former lover had declared
neutrality in his moment of need and all but ignored him throughout the French
Revolution, refusing him aid.
“Francis,” Arthur rubbed at his
forehead as if discussing this caused him pain, “I don’t think ‘slut’ is the
right word for-“
“-He is! He gets off on this stuff; making us fight
his wars ourselves but never giving any of his own soldiers to aid us. He just takes all of the credit and says he’s
the hero!”
“He’s a pain sometimes, yes, but
Alfred isn’t-“
“-He likes sucking cock too!”
The room fell silent again as my
fellow nations gaped at France’s
most recent outburst. I was unimpressed
by much of their squabbling during the first hour of their debate, hardly
interested in allying myself with these fools around me but the Frenchman’s
last comment caught me off guard and I couldn’t help when my eyebrow raised in
silent question directed somewhat towards the small Asian beside me. Wang met my gaze and bit his lip, evidently concerned that they were losing any chance
that I would ally myself with them now.
Though I suspected that he wasn’t the strongest proponent for my being
part of their alliance I also knew that the Chinese man wasn’t an idiot and he
knew that they needed my help.
“Francis,” he tugged insistently at
his comrade’s sleeve trying to convince him to sit, “that’s really not
something that we should be discussing in front of our guest.”
“You’re a dick, Francis. Is all of this really necessary?”
The Frenchman growled at his former
lover.
“Don’t even try to deny it,
American! Every fucking morning I’d wake
with your mouth on me and then again after supper AND during our evening
bath! That’s ridiculous! No one in their right mind likes sucking a
man that much!”
Part of me knew that I should
excuse myself from their company and use this as a prime reason not to accept
their request for me to join their alliance but the lewd images dancing through
my brain gave me reason to stay for now.
I had always found the loud, obnoxious American to be quite attractive
and now my licentious fantasies had additional inspiration. I could easily have stayed for another hour
listening to the Frenchman’s tales of Alfred’s insatiable appetite for
pleasuring a man with his mouth but the American stood suddenly, throwing his
diagrams and charts on the table and glaring daggers at his former lover.
“Go to Hell, Francis.”
Their breakup was evidently not
amicable and I wondered while watching Alfred Jones leave the room how the
teenager could be fool enough to now ally himself with a country that clearly
thought so little of him. All of this
was a joke and unfortunately it appeared to be primarily at the American’s
expense. Wang cleared his throat softly
trying to keep his voice steady as he faced me.
“I am sorry that you had to witness
this, Russia.”
Both Arthur and Francis seemed to
remember suddenly that I was in their midst and together they tried to regard
me now, the later evidently embarrassed at realizing that I had been witness to
his entire outburst. Neither seemed
hopeful that I would join their ranks after that particularly unexpected
display but my smile remained even as I turned to France.
“I do not understand one
thing. He was not faithful to you?”
“Er.. Well, he didn’t
cheat on me, no, but…Alfred was always really, really..easy when it came to sex.”
“So even
though he is faithful, because the American is young, inexperienced and he
likes to please his partner often you call him ‘slut’?” None of them tried to counter my question and
I noted that Francis’s cheeks were burning and he refused to meet my gaze
anymore. “Perhaps ‘slut’ means something
different in my culture than in yours.
In my country, a man would be lucky to have a partner like him.”
I left it
at that, calmly rising and walking past the still fuming Frenchman on my way to
the door. From the corner of my eye I
could see the other nations staring at him now as if trying to ascertain how
one of their elders could be such a fool but Francis didn’t make an effort to
elaborate and he pushed past me in his hurry to escape the room. It was ridiculous of him to try and soil the
reputation of his ally simply out of spite but France
had always been a more emotional nation.
His actions didn’t really surprise me.
“Hey, Russia…”
I blinked
and paused a moment confused as to who was calling my name but then I spotted
Alfred seated in the library on my left waving me over with a small grin. It was nice seeing him smile again. Misery didn’t suit his youthful nature or
handsome features and I noted that even the soft blush on the American’s cheeks
was attractive as I sat beside him in the study.
“Did you
mean those things you said?”
“Hmm?”
Alfred bit
his lip and pointed above him to an air vent set near the ceiling. He must have heard me defend his honor next
door.
“Oh. Yes, I meant it. You are very young still. There is no shame in frequently indulging in
sexual intercourse with one’s partner if it brings you both enjoyment. The ability to appreciate pleasures of the
flesh in itself does not make one a lesser person.”
He snorted softly,
crossing his arms while frowning.
“Francis
doesn’t see it that way.”
“Francis is
an idiot.” I smiled to see the younger
man laugh at my blunt response. “He is
also a hypocrite but primarily that man is an idiot.”
“My sentiments exactly.
It’s not like he told me he didn’t want to do it so much. And really, so what if I enjoyed it?”
My cock
twitched unconsciously in my slacks at his words and in that moment my brain
betrayed me picturing the teenager before me in all manner of sexual acts, eager
and completely willing. Strange though,
it wasn’t Francis with him in my idle musings but myself bending the young
American over a desk, guiding his hips to ride me in the bath, tangling my
fingers in his hair and watching him try to swallow my enormous erection. No man had ever succeed
in swallowing me fully but perhaps such a zealous young man would be game to
try?
I licked my
lips trying not to be so obvious with my unclean thoughts though my voice had
lowered an octave and grown huskier perhaps.
“What was
it you were so fond of doing?”
“Uh…”
Alfred flushed and rubbed the back of his head embarrassed. “I really, really like..sucking cock.
Not like it’s a secret anymore I guess.”
I tried not to let my impure thoughts show on my face as I nodded in sympathy. “But uh..
Anyway, Russia…did
you think about staying with us? Be one
of the cool Allies too?”
“I think
your allies are very weak. Germany
is a strong nation and grows stronger everyday.
You will lose this war, American.”
I watched Alfred’s hope melt away and the younger man looked completely
forlorn. It baffled me why he would show
some so much emotion to a man that was not yet his ally. “But,” I continued, “I will join your allies
and fight with you regardless of my reservations.”
“You… You
will? But..er…why, Ivan?”
“Because a
world run by Germany Is not a world that any Communist nation can comfortably
exist in. I choose the lesser evil to
lend my strength.”
“Oh.” Alfred wrung his hands slightly as if unsure
whether it was wise to accept such an alliance but desperation won out for
now. “You know..we don’t support your ideologies either, Ivan.”
“I neither
expected nor asked you to embrace them.”
My honesty
seemed to please the American who smiled again as he rose and jutted his hand
boldly into my face evidently requesting a handshake in a less than subtitle
manner.
“Welcome to
the team, Russia!”
I looked at
his hand pointedly then back up to the loud teenager standing before me.
“Would you
be so kind as to show me around tonight?
I have not been to Western Europe for quite a few
years.”
“Sure! I’ll bring Arthur. He’s really smart when it comes to European
History. He knows all the sights and all
the best places to get hamburgers and-“
“-I would
prefer to go with just the two of us.”
Alfred
stared at me, his hand still outstretched but the
silence between us definitely unsettled the younger man a little.
“You... You mean like a…”
“A date. Yes, I think
it might be nice to spend some time with a nation that does not cower in my
shadow.”
“What?”
I shook my
head and smiled. No need to divulge
everything about my true nature all at once.
“I will
meet you here at six tonight, da?”
“Uh…okay. Six o’clock.”
I smiled
warmly at him and finally reached up to shake the American’s hand.
It was
strange being in a relationship again but one date turned into two then three
and as the weeks turned into months I found myself growing increasingly fond of
my young partner. Alfred certainly had
more than his fair share of stupid moments but the American’s frequent smiles
and unlimited supply of kisses laid upon my lips gave me all the incentive in
the world to remain faithfully by his side as a soldier and lover.
Minus the sex part. I
cursed Francis for belittling Alfred’s love of fellatio as my young partner now
seemed none-too interested anymore in sexual intercourse of any kind. I did not force him but letting my hand
wander in the bath or during lonely nights was beginning to lose its appeal
altogether. I wanted him beneath me or
at least to feel his head between my legs with his mouth too conveniently
occupied for once to chatter on about how great we were performing in this war.
Our success
on the battlefront was always a lie but Alfred was forever the optimist,
constantly looking for the single strand of good buried within an ever-growing
mountain of declining situations. Today
I saw his smile crack for the first time since France’s
outburst. I had returned from the battlefront,
injured and bleeding but my stubborn pride had me ignoring my own wounds in
favor of providing a complete report to my allies of what had befallen my
soldiers that day. They all looked on in
disbelief while I recounted the loss of ten thousand lives in a single day and
Alfred hurriedly rose and departed our company before I could conclude my
account of the day’s battle.
It was
nearly an hour before I located the American hugging his knees and crying
discretely in a distant corner of the library.
The younger man always seemed so energetic and enthusiastic on the eve
of battle but now in the wake of defeat my beloved wept like a distraught
child. He wasn’t so much a man yet,
still in his nineteenth year and yet the way that he wept I could see the
weight of the world on his young shoulders now crashing down around him.
Quietly I
moved to sit on the arm of the old leather reading chair where he perched and
only then did Alfred seem to notice my presence, blinking up at me then laying
his crying head in my lap while his tears continued to fall in a torrent of
emotion.
“I…I’m s-so
so sorry, Ivan.”
It’s
okay. It was an accident, da?”
Alfred
sniffled, leaning now into my hand as I began stroking his hair gently to calm
him like a frightened animal.
“But if it
wasn’t for my plan all your soldiers, they…”
“They might
be alive tonight. I know.”
Ten
thousand lives extinguished in a single day’s battle and all for nothing. We had gained no land today and France
was still overrun with German soldiers.
It had all been for nothing and the force of that realization hit Alfred
harder than anyone else.
“I..I’m a real f-fuckup, aren’t I?”
“You made a
bad decision. Everyone does.”
“Most
peoples’ bad decisions don’t kill ten thousand people!”
“This is
war, Alfred. War in itself is a bad
decision.”
He snorted
into my lap but even his sarcasm was little more than a thin veil for the inner
pain betrayed by his eyes.
“You’re an
idiot if you forgive me.”
“There is
nothing to forgive. You did what you
felt was right.”
“Why are
you so damn nice to me? It’s all my
fault they’re dead!”
Alfred,”
gently I cupped his cheeks and forced the younger man to look up at me
now. “It wasn’t something that you could
have predicted. You did your best but
the deaths of so many cannot be blamed entirely on the actions of a single
man. If France
had been stronger and not fallen into German hands do you think that my
soldiers would have died? If Arthur
hadn’t convinced us all that Japan’s
naval forces were weak and did not pose a threat would we have left our flank
open as we did?”
“If I had
been there you wouldn’t have had to fight all of them alone.”
“If you had
been there I would be burying your body tonight instead of comforting your
woes, Alfred.” He fell silent and I took
the opportunity to press my lips to his gently, willing away his anguish with a
single kiss. “We are lucky,
American. We are alive and with each
other tonight. Do not make light of that
fact.”
He sighed
and smiled genuinely at me this time but the American took the opportunity to
lay his cheek in my lap again and try to nuzzle closer to my warmth effectively
awakening the lustful emotions that I had spent two months trying to keep in
check. Surely he felt my cock begin to
harden beneath his cheek. I was well
aware of my uncommonly large size beneath the belt and the young man’s innocent
affection was beginning to awaken more primal desires in my stomach.
“Alfred,” I
coughed softly, “you should probably stop doing that.”
“What did I
do?”
I swallowed
hard, my fingers clasped painfully into the leather armrest to avoid grabbing
his head and forcing his mouth upon my erection, clothed or otherwise.
“It is
quite difficult to remain a gentleman when you are doing that with your cheek.”
“…What if I
don’t want to stop?”
All
conscious activity left my brain in favor of pooling between my legs beneath
the American’s head. He was a damn tease
but this time he was mine to savor and I would no longer hold myself back. Chewing my bottom lip for a moment my fingers
moved quickly to unzip my pants and push the waistband of my boxers low. Instead of looking nervous, however, Alfred’s
chest rose and fell a little faster and the American’s eyes were glued to my
crotch as if the anticipation of finally getting my erection unclothed was
arousing him as well.
I barely
had a moment to pull my cock free from my pants before Alfred’s mouth pressed
forward taking the head between his lips and sucking in earnest with a low,
throaty moan. God, Francis hadn’t been
lying that day in the conference room and I couldn’t be happier. The American moaned and whimpered, eagerly
trying to fit as much of my flesh between his lips as possible but my size
seemed to be giving him a little difficulty and the younger man pulled away
just to chuckle and lick up the sides.
“Fuck,
you’re huge, Ivan..”
“I’m
sorry. Did you want to stop?”
“Hell no!”
Of all the
months that we had spent in each other’s company, this moment was the one that
I realized I loved the American. Not
just because he was shifting on his knees trying to find a better position to
arch his neck and start training his throat to accommodate my size but because
he seemed ridiculously eager to please me while still earning his own pleasure
somehow as the smaller blonde began deep-throating my
erection with careful precision. No one
had ever tried to swallow me fully before but Alfred was already straining his
jaw to make every effort in the world.
There was
no telling how the American managed to accommodate me but I groaned when the
smaller blonde finally swallowed me to the root and began sliding his mouth and
tongue up and down the feverishly hot flesh of my cock. Even fucking my loyal but frightened Baltics was never this pleasurable. Alfred’s mouth was hotter and wetter than the
insides of any man could ever be, and it took a considerable amount of
restraint on my part not to shove my hips upwards seeking more of that
tantalizing heat.
Thankfully,
the American wasn’t sadistic enough to tease me at this point and as Alfred’s
head bobbed faster and the younger man moaned the throaty chords caused my
erection to vibrate deep within his throat instantly sending me over the edge
with a gritted groan. I was certain that
he managed to wring an extra second or two of orgasm from me by simply keeping
his lips wrapped about my flesh and making a show of swallowing every drop that
I spurted into his awaiting mouth.
Only in
coming down from my sexual high did I remember that Alfred deserved his own
release in reward for a job well done but when I asked the American if he
wanted me to return the favor Alfred suddenly turned sheepish and held up his
hand showing sticky fingers.
“Sorry. I kinda..already
did.”
Perhaps it
was my fierce sense of masculinity that made me feel guilty for not having
pleasured him better but gently I took Alfred’s wrist and watched the American
for a reaction as I lowered my mouth to suck on each strong digit in turn. It amused me to see his cheeks flush and yet
it didn’t seem like Alfred could look away when I set about licking the flesh
between each of his fingers making sure to clean every spilt drop of his
essence from the American’s palm.
“I
didn’t… I don’t know anyone but me that
likes the taste of that stuff. Francis
hates it.”
“I’m not
Francis.”
“I
know.” Alfred grinned, taking back his
hand once cleaned and gently tucking me back into my pants for now.
“You know,
Alfred,” I grinned and brushed a stray bead of sweat from my brow, “if you
should ever wish to do this again, please just come to me? I promise I will never say ‘no’ to you.”
The
American was blushing a little but he still grinned
and nodded while climbing into my open arms to take a much needed rest in the
leather armchair together. It was a bit
crowded trying to share but I didn’t much mind having Alfred sit in my lap with
his cheek pressed to my chest and his head tucked securely beneath my
chin. Yes, Francis was a fool indeed.
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