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He Lives to Serve (a.k.a. "Sluttly UK Kinkfest")	By : Arukas80085 Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 9583 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia nor any of the characters, these people do: Hidekaz Himaruya, Gentosha Comics, Tokyopop, & Funimation. I make no money from this piece of fiction.

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Title: He Lives to Serve

Author: Arukas

Series: Axis Powers Hetalia

Pairing: various/England

Chapter: (1/?) Sharing America’s Slave

Warnings: m/m yaoi gay etc., s/m, blow job, 69, dirty talk

Rating: NC-17

Story Summary: America is having a party and everyone is invited! Harboring a secret fantasy of being used and abused, England volunteers to staff the party and do anything the guests and host wants. ANYTHING. How can a hero say no to such a request (even if that does mean the world gets a taste of his boyfriend/sex-slave)?

Chapter Summary: England is trying to convince America to let him serve at the party. With use of his infamous oral skills, he wins out, but America wants to make sure that everyone knows exactly who this stunning British Gentleman belongs to.

Word Count: 2,422

To make a request:

Please leave a comment, email me, or post on the 4chan Hetalia thread if you would like to make a request for a scene in this story. I am looking for characters, situations, and kinks (any besides scat). I prefer m/m, but will do any pairing – keep in mind that the focus of this story is on slutty, submissive England (meaning he is following orders, which can include “top me”). I am hoping to try and hit them all and REALLY need help generating the ideas. I will not guarantee that I hit them all, but the kinkier/funnier the better!

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“Please! When have I asked you for anything?”

Alfred huffed. “How about the time you kept taking my money, but wouldn’t let me have a say in how the colonies were run?”

Puffy eyebrows raised up to enhance his pouting eyes. “When have I asked for anything recently? And it’ll help you too! Please?” Arthur was desperate. When would he get another chance so perfect as this to fulfill his secret desire? One person can only do so much. And just imagine it, if the whole world were to-

“Absolutely not! Besides, maids are supposed to do the serving at these kinds of things.” America turned and walked out of the room. He didn’t like to be angry with his boyfriend, but he liked this proposal even less. A pair of arms wrapped around his waist, persuading him to stop in his tracks. Unconsciously, he leaned back into the embrace and relaxed. …Dammit.

“Come on, you like sexy waiters…. I sure your guests would like them, too.” England rested his forehead on America’s shoulder, holding him close. “I really want to do this, Al… please?”

“That’s just the problem though, I don’t want THEM to like MY sexy waiter!”

Arthur lowered his arms a bit so that his hands rested just inside of Alfred’s hips. “I’ll still be yours, Master. I’ll always be yours and only yours. Just this one time I want to be shared though. I want you to show me off. I want to see how proud you are of me as I perform for others as well as you. I want to see what other commands I can follow and how far my limits can be pushed – in new ways! But your commands will always take top priority, though. And… well… that’s it actually. I wouldn’t tell you if I didn’t love and trust you, but this would mean a lot to me. I won’t push you any more for it though if you’re really that against it.” He took a step back, starting to pull away.

The taller man turned around and grabbed a hold of his boy friend. He held him at arms length away and looked directly into his eyes. Did this really mean that much to the older man? Was he just not good enough at dominating and training his willing servant? Was he too soft? Alfred frowned. He didn’t like not being the best and that’s kind of what it sounded like Arthur was telling him.

Green eyes took on a glassy sheen as tears started to well up. Please, he mouthed silently as he started back into the blue eyes. Arthur shrugged off the larger hands and took them within his own. He moved them up to place on his chest, letting his younger boyfriend feel his heartbeat. “Each one is for you. Please trust me! I’m completely yours. If you let me do this, then you’ll forever be my hero.”

America blushed and looked away. A stupid grin was plastered over his face. A hero never turns down a request from a beautiful damsel in distress, right? And being a hero forever sounds like a pretty good deal. He could always bring it up later whenever Arthur calls him an idiot. ‘Oh, so your hero is an idiot huh? What does that say about you? Haha!’ Sweet. “Alright Arthur, you can work the party if it means that much to you.” He leaned over kissed the shorter man’s forehead, smiling to himself. Sucker.

Arthur jumped up excitedly, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. “Oh, Alfred! Thank you so much, you won’t regret it!” He wasn’t satisfied with the little kiss he received and pressed his own directly onto the plump, pink lips. He smiled to himself, knowing that tears and begging always worked on the younger nation. Sucker.

Alfred moaned into the kiss, a shiver running down his spine and right up his dick. Every time it surprised him just how good Arthur was with his mouth at everything. He reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, panting a little bit. The American took a step back, and then another, pulling the Brit along with him. “Come on, we need to get ready for the party, sweetheart.”

“It’s not until tomorrow though.”

“Yes, but you will need to get a good nights sleep later, so if I’m going to fuck you into submission I need to get started now.”

Now it was Arthur’s turn to try to stifle back a moan. But it wasn’t hard when he was unexpectedly whipped around to be shoved back against their bedroom wall – the breath knocked out of him. Alfred’s mouth was back on his now, stealing away what little air was left inside of him. The American also had both of his hands clasped inside one large one, pinning them so far above his head that he hand to stand up on his tiptoes to lesson the pain in his shoulders.

The blue-eyed-blonde ravaged the mouth below his until he had to pull back for air himself. He smirked down at the smaller man whose chest was heaving for oxygen. “We also have some rules to go over… some training to do… oh, and we need to make sure that you and everyone who even looks at you know who you belong to. And who is that? Remind me, my little slut.” Alfred rubbed the thumb of his free hand in a small circle on the side of Arthur’s neck before leaning down to bite and suck hard, marking the flesh a deep red.

“Oh, god – you!” Arthur groaned through clenched teeth, tilting his head to the side and arching his back. His hands clenched tightly, forming little crescent-shaped groves in his palms.

“‘Master’ is just fine.” Alfred chuckled at his own corny joke (someone has to!). He took his time to move over to the other side of his little lover’s neck and repeat the process once more. He even moved down to mark up what little flesh was accessible above the finely-pressed shirt’s collar. Hmmm, shirt… That can’t be right. Alfred let go of the English Gentleman’s hands so that he could hold onto the shirt with both hands. He took a step towards the bed, keeping his upper body close to Arthur. Then, putting the power of his entire body weight into the throw, he flung the smaller body up and onto the bed – the force of the propulsion tearing the shirt right off of him, leaving it clutched by the younger man.

Arthur frowned as he watched his ruined shirt get tossed straight into the trash. American’s are so reckless. He knew better than to voice his thoughts when they were conducting their BDSM business though – not after that branding business during Alfred’s cowboy phase. The older nation just had to remind himself that the shirt is replaceable, but amazing sex with someone you love was not. He smiled at the thought, remembering how lucky he was. Arthur held out his arms from his position on the bed and purred seductively, “train me, Master. I’m all yours.”

Alfred went around the bed and pulled Arthur back enough so that his head was dangling off the edge of the bed. He roughly shoved his fingers into the talented mouth, pulling it open. With his other hand he maneuvered his zipper and underwear around to pull out his hardened cock. He chuckled as he watched the older man’s eyes draw right to it. “You want this, don’t you baby?” Alfred rubbed the tip against the other blonde’s chin. “I can’t hear you, slut. If you don’t want it, then I’ll find someone else who does.”

“I wa eet, I wa eet! Was’r, I wa eet!” Arthur tried to stick out his tongue to reach for the impressively sized chunk of vital regions. But even that was hard with four fingers shoved into your mouth to wedge it open.

“You a hungry little cock slut?” America drug his cock along the face, leaving a wet trail of precum in its wake. When England closed his eye reflexively, he even took the opportunity to rub the tip against the closed eyelid.

“Eethhhh, I’w wor widdle cock thlut.”

Alfred shoved his cock into the spread open mouth, then pulled it right back out. “You like that then right?” He shoved it back in again, pressing it in further before he pulled it back out. “Cock sluts just love having cock in their mouth.” The American continued this process, working up the pace until each thrust created a grabbled, wet sounding choke.

Tears and drool were running down (or rather “up,” since he’s upside-down) Arthur’s face, but he loved the rough treatment. America was always so gentle and loving with him, it was nice to experience the raw passion at times as well. He only faintly heard the command to finish disrobing, thankful that Alfred paused his thrusting long enough that he could wiggle himself out of the rest of the clothes that hid his pale skin. When he was ready to continue, he swallowed around the head of Alfred’s prick – their own little signal system.

Blue eyes slid closed in pleasure at the tightness of his little cock slut’s oral cavity. Ol’ Eyebrows wasn’t just good at talking and kissing with that vulgar mouth of his. Alfred rested his left knee against the bed so that he could better balance himself as he leaned down to completely drape himself over the smaller nation. England may be amazing at blow jobs, but he wasn’t half bad either – which he loved to prove almost as much as he loved to receive the treatment himself. While he continued to thrust into the slutty, sloppy mouth, Alfred sucked the slutty, sloppy cock into his own. He lavished the hardened rod with his tongues lovingly delicate ministrations. Being able to handle Arthur’s food made being able to handle his dick all that much easier – thank you God for lack of a gag reflex!

Arthur was also currently thanking God for that same fact. If it wasn’t for the weight of another body pressed on top of his, he’d be arched off the bed right now. And his mouth was too full to even garble out any pleased noises. All he could do was claw at the expansive, still clothed back that was within his reach as he came almost instantly down the throat – but even that was denied.

Alfred had pulled his head back so that it all pooled into his mouth. He got down and knelt on the floor. The American lovingly pressed his mouth to the now vacant one of his smaller lover’s, slowly spreading his lips open to let the seed spill down from his into the other man’s mouth. He even used his tongue to paint a coat of sperm over the entire inside of the warm cavern, waiting to separate only until he was sure every inch was completely covered. He kissed the rosy lips softly and rubbed their noses together. “Flip over, I’m not done yet, Pet.”

The British Isle rolled over onto his stomach and watched with half-lidded eyes as the Western nation got up and walked out of his view to rummage around noisily. He smiled warmly as the bed dipped down and the other country crawled on top of him. Arthur lifted his head as a strap of leather dipped down in front of his face from behind.

America smiled as he pulled on the strap and laced it through the metal fastening, tightening the collar until it held snug against his slave’s throat. ‘Mine,’ he thought with a smile. He fingered the dangling, metal tag from behind, feeling the grooves of each letter as they spelt out a special message: Property of U.S.A. “You know, we can’t be letting you crawl around on your hands and knees tomorrow… That isn’t very sanitary if you’d be giving people food and drinks. And I can’t lead you around by a leash either, otherwise I’d be practically doing all the work. Urgh, Iggy… you’re so much trouble.” Alfred shimmied his way back off the bed and pulled on Arthur’s hair to get him too back up off the bed as well. “Let’s get your uniform picked out then. As much as I’d just like you to run around in that collar to show them who’s boss, I think a few of them would find it to be… what’s the word… tacky?”

England winced as he followed along behind the younger country, trying to keep up with crawling on just his knees to lessen the pull on his scalp. He sighed quietly in relief when Alfred let go of his hair to rummage through their closet. Arthur sat back on his heels as he watched curiously as this boyfriend pulled out various styles of women’s underwear. He raised a large eyebrow as America smiled down at him and twirled his finger in the air. He shrugged his shoulders and gave a confused look as America continued to repeat the motion. “What, ceiling fan? Don’t use sign language, hun, I’m not very good at it.”

“Turn around with your ass in the air, smarty pants.” America gave a playful little smack to Arthur’s backside once it was proudly displayed in the air like he had asked. “Think you’re so damn cute, don’t you? Luckily, you’re right.” The taller blonde laid the panties over the smaller butt and made thoughtful little noises. He was trying to mentally decide which would compliment England’s waiter outfit as well was properly cover the vital regions, but without covering up his mark. The younger nation smiled to himself as he gently traced the brand-mark with his index finger, his cock twitching slightly. He laughed a bit, remembering that he never did tuck himself back into his pants. After a few minutes he finally decided on a pair of black lace panties that were about two inches too thick to be considered a thong. It would show off all the curves of his little slut nicely, and still show his property marker. But he wouldn’t let Iggy know that, not just yet. He had eyed a pair of knee-high, high-heeled, leather, “fuck me” boots in the back of the closet. Alfred stuck the panties inside the left one for now.

Because now, he had to make sure that his little slut was positive that he knew exactly who he belonged to.
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