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Candy Kisses	By : ArcadiaEclipse Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2725 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its characters. I make no money from my fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Candy Kisses
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Warnings: Yaoi (RussiaxAmerica), Mpreg, hermaphrodite, language, and explicit sexual depictions ahead. This fanfic is intended for adult readers only.

Author’s Note: Yes, this is an Mpreg fic. If you do not like Mpreg or hermaphrodite men it wouldn’t really do much good to read it, now would it? =3 Thanks to everyone that voted on my DA for what pairing/SL they wanted to see!

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By ArcadiaEclipse



“Alfred?”

                “Nn?”

                It was almost like Ivan knew that I melted each and every time that the older man climbed atop me on his bed and pressed me into the mattress using his superior bulk. Kinda funny in a way considering that I was completely straight two years ago when I graduated from high school and now nothing turned me on more than touching my sexy boyfriend’s body while he laid atop me lightly.

                “Can Alfred..have child? Like woman, you bleed, da?”

                My cheeks turned red but thankfully in the dim lighting of his apartment it wasn’t really that noticeable. It was true that we had graduated from exclusively anal just a few weeks after our first time together but thankfully nothing had ever gone wrong. Yet.

                “Yeah, but..the condoms are good, right? Do you think I gotta get on the pill?”

                “Alfred,” Ivan shifted to press his face into the base of my neck, placing a strategic hickey where I wouldn’t be able to hide it from others on campus. “Can we…try sex no condom?”

                “I’m sure it feels better fucking without one but that’s still the stupidest thing ever. It’s like asking for trouble, Ivan.” I laughed at the Russian grad student’s suggestion but my chuckles fell short when the older blonde’s strong hand caressed over my stomach lovingly.

                “You could look very hot with baby, Alfred. I think..with child inside…I love Alfred more too.”

                “W..What?”

                My expression alone probably gave Ivan pause for even bringing up the topic but I had to hand it to the Russian, he was good at keeping a smile on his face and not betraying that he noticed my unease. Hell, I was like a deer caught in headlights!

                “You will think about it, da? Alfred and Ivan…together have child?”

                Fuck, fuck, fuck, could things get any worse? And it wasn’t like I could escape even if Ivan wasn’t on top of me. Not butt-naked anyway.

                “You…uh… You wanna..have a baby together?”

                “Da. I do.”

“I wasn’t really expecting that, Ivan. Uh…I-I’ll think about it.”

My promise seemed to pacify Ivan for now at least but even after dressing and heading to morning classes my thoughts weren’t on Chemistry or American History. By the time dinner rolled around I was still avoiding Ivan’s phone calls asking if I wanted to go out with him somewhere or even order in for a quite evening at his apartment. Fuck, I couldn’t see him right now! What if he persisted about the kid thing and wanted an answer now?

My roommate Arthur definitely picked up on my distress if for no other reason than I was too preoccupied to finish my hamburger as we sat together at the local McDonalds.

“So what’s up, Al? You’re always hungry but you’ve barely touched yours.”

“Ivan wants to have a kid with me, dude.”

Arthur dropped his french-fry before it could reach his mouth and just stared at me in disbelief. For a moment he started to grin almost like he thought I was kidding but at seeing my dejected expression his smile quickly faded.

“You’re serious? Why not just tell him you can’t have kids? Like…you got the parts but they don’t work?”

                “Cuz he already KNOWS they work. And you don’t know Ivan, dude. He’d make a doctor’s appointment for me and go with me to make sure.”

                “That’s kinda creepy.”

                “Welcome to my world.”

                “Maybe he’ll let you go alone or something and you can fake a doctor’s note.”

                “Dude, HE KNOWS.”

                “How the hell would he know? He’s not you. He doesn’t know your medical history.”

                I grit my teeth, trying to keep my voice down now that I could see a few other students watching us curiously.

                “Cuz he’s the horniest person on this planet and one week a month it’s suddenly all oral and anal.”

                “TMI, Al. Seriously.”

                “So next time don’t ask.”

                We sat eating our burgers in silence and although others around us were laughing and planning their winter breaks somewhere tropical I was fighting the urge to return home rather than stay with Ivan for two weeks trying to come up with a plausible excuse to not let him knock me up. The truth was what bothered me the most and walking beside my closest friend though the snow back to our dorm I half hoped the wind would carry my voice away and Arthur would never hear me.

                “I’m just really fucking scared.”

                Arthur’s lips quirked and I could see him dart a quick glance around to see if anyone was watching before he wrapped an arm around my waist holding me closer in a half-hug as we walked.

                “What are you afraid of?”

                “Everything.”

                “Well, let’s make a list.” He grinned at my skeptical expression but always the analytical engineering student Arthur wouldn’t be swayed. “Like, a list of everything you’re scared of. Then we can try to address all your fears and maybe you won’t be so afraid.”

                I sighed. He really annoyed me sometimes but maybe he did have a point.

                “It would really fucking hurt.”

                “So you get an epidural. Next.”

                “Uh…I’d probably miss classes too. Can’t be a pregnant guy on campus.”

                “You wear baggy clothes for a few months, pass it off as weight gain and next semester you take all lecture courses with me but don’t go and just steal my notes.”

                “You’re gonna get sick of that really fast.”

                “Nah. Anything for my little nephew.” He ruffled my hair and I snorted, shoving him hard. It was ridiculous.

“You’re what, two months older than me?”

                “That’s like…fifty in bug years.”

                “You’re just making shit up now.”

                He laughed, rolling his eyes at the security guard now frowning at us disapprovingly for the intimate way that he held me as we swiped our IDs and made for the tenth floor.

                “So what else?”

                “Dude, I’m too young anyway.”

                “My sister had you when she was your age. And mom had her at sixteen.”

                “And look at our fucked up family now.”

                “We’re not that bad.”

                “My mom’s on her third marriage, yours is on anti-depressants, my uncle has a boy crush on me and I’m talking about having a baby with a guy that speaks limited English and may or may not get deported to the Communist motherland any day now.”

                Arthur chuckled but as we slipped inside the elevator and departed from the lobby he pressed me against the wall until I was neatly pinned by his body, his hands both flat against the wall beside my head.

                “Want me to make you feel better?”

                “You’re an idiot, Arthur.”

                The door opened on our floor and for a moment my heart stopped beating in my chest. Ivan must have come to talk to me and, in my absence, decided to wait for my return. Even from where he sat patiently leaning against my dormitory door a few yards away I could see his eyes burning at us and my ears caught the distinct sound of his knuckles cracking as my usually calm lover clenched his hands into tight fists. Even my playful uncle seemed uneasy as Ivan rose and approached the elevator just as the doors began to close, his heavy hand slamming onto the heavy metal and using brute force to push the creaking door to open fully again. God, he was hot but terrifying when angry.

                “We need talk, Alfred.” His eyes narrowed coldly at Arthur. “Alone.”

                My best friend all but shoved me like a human sacrifice towards the angry grad student, apparently grateful when my lover dragged me away and the elevator doors closed providing a solid barrier between him and the pissed off Russian. Ivan frowned at me and it took most of my manhood to not cower under his glare.

                “He is your family?”

                “Yeah. My mom’s brother.” I tried to quirk a smile for him in hopes of lightening the mood. “Kinda screwy, right?”

                Although Ivan didn’t elaborate on the topic I knew that the older blonde must be dealing with more than his share of revulsion at the thought. I had seen a few of the late night e-mails that his obsessive little sister sent to him from their homeland before his parents sent her to get better in a mental institution. I knew half of the reason that my lover had come to Americain the first place was to get away from her unwelcome advances. This probably brought back some unwanted memories for him too.

                “In Russia, family does not touch family like he touch you. He look at you like hungry man.”

                “Like how you look at me?”

I regretted my words the moment that I uttered them as Ivan’s frown deepened. Why was I always such a fuckup? I tried to lessen his worries, pushing my dormitory door open and the moment that we were alone inside together I cupped Ivan’s cheek and kissed him tenderly with all the love and radiant affection that I had for the older man.

                “Even if he wasn’t family, Arthur can’t have me. I’m yours, Ivan.”

                I knew the Russian was both fiercely protective and also harbored a possessive streak a mile long. My proclamation of being his seemed to fluff Ivan’s considerable ego however and the larger man finally smiled when moving to wrap his arms around me in the dimly lit room.

                “All mine?”

                “All of me, yeah.”

                Finally Ivan grinned at me, the grad student holding my body almost painfully close as he brushed one hand over my stomach.

                “Did you decide? We try make baby, da?”

                Fuck, I had almost forgotten what started this whole mess. At twenty-six Ivan might be more than ready to start a family but I was still technically a teenager for another seven months. My main concern these days was keeping my grades reasonable and catching whatever big game was playing on the weekends, not trying to keep a little person alive and healthy. I could barely keep Arthur’s favorite cactus alive when he left for spring break. Caring for a baby? That was out of the question. I’d probably freak out and drop it on day one.

                “I…uhh…”

                Ivan tipped his head to the side, leading me to my bed to sit in his lap so he could hold me close while he spoke.

                “You worry. Why?”

                “I don’t think I’d make a good..mom..dad..uh..person. You know?”

                The Russian shook his head and smiled into my neck as he kissed my flesh softly.

                “You would be wonderful parent.”

                “But what if..” I trailed off as a certain realization hit me. I loved, Ivan. I wanted to be with him whatever it entailed but I was terrified the most by only one thing. “What if..you decide to go home and I’m left here alone? Even if I had our baby with me, I don’t think I could.. I wouldn’t…”

                “Alfred.” Ivan wrapped both strong arms around my back to keep me pressed to his chest as the large Russian lay back on my bed cuddled against me. “I stay Americanow. My parents, they visit Americaat time I was born. I born America. I too am citizen here, da?” Ivan tipped my chin up to regard him when he smiled. “I keep where my heart stay. My heart stay with you.”

                I actually found his broken English rather endearing after our two years together. It annoyed Arthur like crazy but I got the distinct impression that my uncle was not terribly fond of the Russian anyway. Ivan had told me on more than one occasion that he didn’t trust Arthur around me and to never allow myself to become intoxicated in my best friend’s presence. I finally understood why after our little elevator escapade.

                Laying curled against the older man I couldn’t help the grin tugging at my lips as my hand wandered slowly unbuttoning Ivan’s shirt. It baffled me how anyone could be built like a god and yet I had never once seen him visit the campus fitness center. It was a terrible injustice in my opinion considering the hours that I devoted to weightlifting five days a week just to look moderately attractive. Ivan was fucking gorgeous.

                “I can’t believe you don’t work out.”

                He chuckled and flexed his stomach on purpose just to see my cheeks turn pink in obvious pleasure. Ivan was always doing stuff like that around me. It was no secret that his hot body and thick accent turned me on immensely, and though he rarely showed much skin in public unless necessary, behind closed doors my lover seemed to prefer being naked around me though whether that was only because he wanted sex every moment that we were together I couldn’t tell.

                “I go gym every day. You do not go when I go gym.”

                “Dude, you never told me you go. We should go together! What time do you leave?”

                “Five in morning.”

                “…You’re nuts.”

                “You come with me?”

                “No, I like sleep, thanks.”

                He chuckled but helped me strip my T-shirt off, poking lightly at my abs in tease.

                “You need sit-ups. Make stomach hard.”

                I snorted at him, shucking off my pants and throwing them at his head. I would have thrown my underwear too had I been wearing any but as it was Ivan just chuckled and tossed the garment on the floor.

                “We can’t all be exercise gods, Ivan. I already do two hundred crunches a day! And what’s the point if I’m just gonna get fat with a baby anyway.”

                Ivan was in the process of undoing his slacks but the older student paused when I spoke to regard me seriously but with a small smile.

                “Is yes? We try…make baby, Alfred?”

                I bit my lip, awkwardly picking at a fraying spot on my comforter beneath us both. It was a crazy huge step but one that Ivan really wanted to take with me and truthfully the more that I thought about it maybe it would be really cool to have a little Ivan or Alfred running around.

                “Ivan…I can’t promise it’ll even work, but…I think want to at least try with you.”

                “You are sure?”

                Part of me was still terrified at the thought but I pushed my lingering doubts away and rose from the bed grinning like an idiot all the way to my desk drawer. He watched me confused for a moment when I fished out the string of a half dozen remaining condoms, fighting a sudden onset of lightheaded giddiness as I moved to open the window and throw them out into the snowy world far below. Ivan blinked at me as if stunned by my random fit of carefree recklessness.

                “You might now make anal sex difficult, Alfred.”

                “Oh shit..”

                My face flushed dark red at apparently forgetting that one minor detail but Ivan was smiling as he reached to take my hand and draw me back against him on the bed where we were before my symbolic act of throwing all possible protection away. He actually chuckled a little into the top of my head and after a moment I too joined him in laughing about it. We both knew I was reckless more often than not.

My crazy behavior was actually what had attracted the much calmer, collected Russian to me in the first place when he was the Teaching Assistant for my Freshman Statistics class. I had overslept on the first day of lessons and consequently barged into the room loudly twenty minutes late, panting and my glasses crooked from having run six blocks followed by eight grueling flights of stairs. That, Ivan told me much later, was when he first laid eyes on me and knew in an instant that he was in love.

“I did not say to you, Alfred, but..I did not go gym every day when I meet you first time. We..together first time..you say to me you do not like boys. You like only girls. But when we…sex together..first time, you say to me you like touch my body. I am strong and..you say you like very much. You like only girls but..you very much like my body too. My..um..power, da? Very strong, you say.”

Ivan hated that he struggled so terribly with English so to speak that much to me took quite the concentrated effort and I rewarded him with a huge grin of my own. It was true that I had never been interested in men before meeting him and though I was mostly drunk the first time that I saw him naked I could still remember being in awe of his gorgeous body. He looked like a model to me then and two years later nothing had changed to make me any less addicted to touching him and feeling his restrained power beneath my fingertips whenever we fucked.

“Yeah,” I chuckled but took the opportunity to help Ivan remove his pants and boxers, casting them away somewhere in the darkened room. “I don’t like guys, but you’re different. Even a straight guy could see you’re super fucking hot, Ivan.” I grinned and moved to straddle him, leaning down until our foreheads touched intimately. “Even a straight guy like me gets hard thinking ‘bout you shoving your cock in me deep. Forcing me to submit. Fucking me raw all day, everyday.”

“You are dirty, Alfred.”

“It’s an American thing. If you’re gonna be an American citizen you gotta talk from your dick like I do.”

Ivan’s brow creased as if the Russian was trying to figure out whether he had possibly mistranslated my words but my lecherous grin probably confirmed for him that I was a complete and utter pervert.

“Dirty, Alfred.”

“You want dirty? I think you should knock me up on Arthur’s bed.”

Ivan laughed outright but after a moment to consider my suggestion the prospect was still arousing enough for the Russian that he picked my naked body up into his arms with ease. I was deposited on my best friend’s bed seconds later with the gentlest care before Ivan crawled atop my prone form and offered a heated growl into my neck.

“I not know why I love you so.”

“Because I’m the only person on this planet almost as dirty as you are?”

“I am not bad as you.”

I snickered but was now focused on the ultimate goal, rubbing myself to coax a bit of moisture that might aid Ivan when sticking it in.

“You’re worse. Who’s the guy that gave his underage student vodka on our first date just to bed him?”

“You said you no problem drink liquor, da?”

                “And you believed an eighteen-year-old Philosophy major?”

                Ivan chuckled but seemed mainly focused on rubbing the head of his erection against the opening between my thighs trying to spread his own precum and expedite the lubrication process.

                “I no believe, but I no care either. You were mine.”

                “See! I knew that you were dirty!”

                “Before I take out. Tonight I keep in you.”

“Even if I beeegg you not to?”

Ivan frowned.

“You no want make baby now?”

“Dirty, Ivan. Dirty. Think with your dick, remember?”

The Russian looked at me confused for a moment but slowly he smiled in understanding. I swore I could even see the hint of a blush on his cheeks in the faint orange glow from a streetlamp filtering through the blinds.

“Would be easy if Alfred speak Russian.”

“So teach me some dirty Russian.”

“I do not know if English language can make dirty words I want say to you.”

“…Now that’s hot.” I grinned into his shoulder. I had wanted to surprise my lover but… “Guess what?”

“Hm?”

“I registered to take Russian next semester. I’m gonna learn it every semester now for as long as it takes so we can talk, Ivan.”

His smile was more than enough reward for my decision to learn his language but Ivan’s kiss pressed gently to my lips was what made me shiver and groan ultimately. I could taste a hint of vanilla and cherry on his tongue, hinting of the flavored vodka that he had bought one day per my request but seemed to rather enjoy consuming as much as I did. Ivan’s sweet kisses flavored like candy made me grin into the Russia’s lips even more. There was so much love in those kisses, so much that didn’t need to be spoken between us.

Still with his lips pressed to mine, the older man slowly shifted his hips forward easing himself into my body with an even, gentle stroke that made my back arch in pleasure. Fuck, I knew I was extremely tight down there but Ivan was huge and every time it felt like I was being split open wide. I suspected that the Russian knew he was uncommonly large and even gloated over that fact every time that we had sex. He watched my expression wordlessly as I gasped and bit my lip, trembling but never asking him to stop even as my brows knit in mingled pain and discomfort.

“S..Shit, you’re huge, Ivan..”

“I know. Alfred does not like?”

“I fucking love it.”

My older lover grinned and pulled his hips away until just the tip of his cock remained inside of me before slamming his hips forward effectively burying himself to the root inside of my body and eliciting a sharp cry from my lips. I knew that the walls in my dormitory were thin but there wasn’t a damn thing that I could do about it now that Ivan was driving into me over and over much faster than when he had started. Honestly, I think we were both grateful that although I bore the parts of one, I wasn’t a delicate woman in any sense of the word and our rough, borderline brutal sex only pushed me closer to the edge.

His fist closing about my cock and stroking me with a firm grip that I was certain Ivan used upon himself in my absence was an infinitely greater turn-on. With each jerk from the base to the tip of my cock, Ivan’s thumb stroking over the sensitive head, I could comprehend in a moment exactly how Ivan pleasured himself; what he liked to do to his own erection when alone late at night or possibly during his morning shower before classes. Ivan was rough but thorough in his caresses and I could easily picture what my lover must look like when pleasuring his own shaft.

Fuck, it was hot. I didn’t need anything more but the image of Ivan Braginski fondling himself to send me over the edge and spill upon the older student’s fist while he stroked me in earnest. Ivan was never a quick shot however and I found myself being rocked into the bed repeatedly, my knees eventually shoved over his shoulders as the Russian set about bending me in half both for the sake of pleasure and also to plant himself as deeply as possible when the larger blonde finally grit his teeth and came within my prone body.

This was real. No condom, no pulling out, Ivan really did have every intention of knocking me up but in retrospect the idea wasn’t quite so scary when the older student draped his powerful body over mine. I had the distinct sensation of being sheltered and protected, and I couldn’t help but tip my chin up to press our lips together in a long, lingering kiss.

It was almost dawn before we reluctantly concluded our first evening trying to conceive. I was tired and sore after three additional rounds of sex but not too out of it that I didn’t notice when my lover left my side only to open the dormitory window and light a post-coital cigarette.

“I thought you quit.”

Ivan bit his lip shooting me a guilty look.

“My last one, da?”

“You said you quit three weeks ago. If we’re really gonna have a kid you can’t keep smoking, Ivan, seriously. What if it gives him asthma or makes him sick or something?”

“Yes, I know. I do not often smoke now. I smoke only when sex with you.”

“That’s like..once or twice a day at least. You said you’d stop for good.”

I frowned at him and the simple expression seemed to be effective enough that my lover stubbed out the end of his cigarette after only a few puffs and returned to the bed to curl against me with a sigh.

“I’ll find something else for you to get addicted to, ‘kay?”

“I have you. I need nothing else.”

I grinned and planted a soft kiss on his lips before begrudgingly dragging myself from bed to tug on a pair of boxer shorts and try to brush my hair into some semblance of control with my fingers. One section in particular always seemed to stick upwards though regardless of what I did.

“Help me do my laundry. I’m seriously out of clothes, dude. Didn’t even have underwear on yesterday. You know you can wear one pair of shorts four times if you wear them frontward, backwards and then inside out both ways? Cuts down on laundry a lot.”

Ivan shook his head at my borderline gross habits but still chuckled while pawing through the piles of clothing on my floor, ultimately unable to find his own shorts. After a brief search he seemed to give up, sighing and grabbing a discarded pair lying near the bed but taking pause to scrutinize them.

“This pair only wear once, da?”

“No clue. They’re Arthur’s.”

He made a face and threw the shorts at my head but I just chuckled and caught them with ease, shoving them along with the other clothes into a laundry bag.

“The green ones on his bedpost are mine. You can wear those.”

“Why is Alfred’s shorts on Arthur bed?”

“Cuz Arthur likes smelling himself on my panties after he shoots his cum in me.” Ivan froze with the shorts still in hand, staring at me in surprise then slowly mounting anger until I rolled my eyes at him. “Kidding, Ivan. Seriously. Learn to take a joke.”

“I want you live with me, Alfred. You come live at my apartment. Stay with me.”

“You’d get sick of me real fast, Ivan. I’m messy, I can’t fucking cook, I’m loud at all hours of the night, I curse like a fucking sailor...”

Ivan stood, tugging my boxers on then quickly took the heavy laundry bag from my hands with ease. He shouldered it like it was nothing before tipping my chin up to kiss him gently.

“I love you. Alfred live with me, da?”

Shit, this weekend was full of big decisions already. If nothing else I might actually start waking up early and making it to class on time if I had a sexy Russian alarm clock.

“..I’ll think about it, ‘kay? Laundry first though! You..uh…You going like that?”

Ivan blinked and looked down at his nearly naked body but for my boxers riding low on his hips. Fuck, he looked like a foreign underwear model. I was kinda jealous really…

“My pants in bag I think.”

“Yeah. Fuck. Well, I guess we’ll match then!”

“I do not want Alfred walk no clothes outside. Other student will see. I do not want other student look at you.”

“So knit me a sweater or something. Pfft, c’mon, Ivan, who else does laundry at five AM on a Saturday? And so what if they see? I’m yours, remember?”

“Yes but Alfred not same is me.”

Gently he reached up to caress one of my nipples making me shiver but then shove his hand away with a low growl. Fuck, he knew I was still more sensitive there than the average guy.

“I’m a dude, Ivan. I had the tits removed years ago.”

“I wish I saw Alfred before remove.”

“No, you really don’t. I was only like an A-cup anyway and I looked fucking ridiculous. Worse than I look now.”

“Is possible?”

“Fuck you, Ivan!”

The Russian grinned, ruffling my hair with one hand fondly and bending to kiss my cheek then lips with obvious love and affection. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having a kid with him. Only time would tell if I could even get pregnant but for Ivan I was willing and maybe even a little eager to try.

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