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kiramaru7Title: My Beloved
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Greece/Japan (Human names used)
Genres: smutty romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2086
Summary: Heracles wants to make love to his boyfriend, Kiku (Human AU)
For Jen…
Heracles stood at the opened shoji gazing out at Kiku’s backyard garden. A light snow had been slowly falling all night, covering everything in white. He shivered, drawing the blanket closer around his nude form. Memories of last winter’s trip to see some snow monkeys and the fun they had had afterwards in the onsen surfaced. Heracles sighed as other memories of the two of them together came to mind. One of his favorites was the first time he had had takoyaki from a street vendor’s cart as loved Kiku’s look of surprise when he eagerly devoured the octopus balls.
“Karpusi-san, are you alright?” Kiku said as he came up behind his boyfriend.
He nodded. “It’s so beautiful and peaceful, Kiku.” Heracles smiled as he turned towards him.
“Indeed.”
Heracles leaned on his shorter lover as he turned back to watch the snowfall. “It snows in Greece too, in the north, and sometimes in Athens. I should take you to see it.”
“I’d like that, Karpusi-san.”
“You know you can call me ‘Heracles.’ I should think after becoming lovers, we could be less formal with each other, right?” Heracles reached out, taking his lover’s face in his hands. Leaning in to kiss him, the blanket slipped from his shoulders to fall behind him. He shivered when a light gust of wind blew a bit of snow in, but he did not care. All that mattered was his beloved.
Kiku, ignoring the question, wrapped his arms around Heracles, trying to keep him warm as he pulled him close. He kissed him long and hard, moaning into it when Heracles ground his hips against him. Breaking the kiss, Kiku stepped back. “I should close the shoji; it’s getting cold in here.”
“I know how to warm you up.” Heracles grabbed Kiku’s wrist. “Leave the shoji, I want to watch the snow fall.”
“You’re going to get sick,” Kiku said.
“Not if you keep me warm.” Heracles said as he reached around and tugged on his beloved’s heko obi.
“B-but…”
“But nothing.” He nuzzled Kiku’s cheek. “It’s not like we’re outside in the snow, although if you want, we could roll around naked in it.”
Kiku’s eyes went wide. “You’re going to get sick,” he gently chided again.
Heracles shrugged. Working the knot free on Kiku’s obi, he dropped the thin cotton sash on the floor. Sliding his hands inside his lover’s yukata, he snuck a quick peek when it opened, and moving his hands upwards over Kiku’s torso, he pushed it off his shoulders.
Kiku shivered, but he let his robe fall to the floor none-the-less. Naked like his boyfriend, he was glad for the warmth Heracles provided as he held him close. Tilting his head upwards, he kissed him again.
Heracles deepened the kiss as his hands wandered down his beloved’s back to cup his butt. He grew hard at the thought of all the things he wanted to do to him. Heracles brushed his fingers lightly against the cleft in Kiku’s butt and when he moaned softly in response, Heracles murmured, “Can I watch you play with yourself first?”
Kiku blushed and looked away.
“Please…? You look so beautiful with your face all flushed and you pant so quietly and I promise to lick you clean like a cat…” He smiled.
Kiku laughed at that. “Okay, but let’s lie on the futon. The tatami is too hard.”
“Sure…” Heracles stepped back. They walked over to where the futon lay on the floor and together the two of them dragged it over to the open shoji.
They lay on the futon, Kiku on his back, while Heracles was on his side, his head propped up on his upturned palm. He lightly brushed the fingertips of his free hand against Kiku’s cheek and lips, chuckling softly when his boyfriend kissed them. Taking his hand away, he licked his thumb, before rubbing it against Kiku’s nipple. Hard from the cold, Heracles none-the-less played with the tiny nub of flesh.
Kiku moaned softly. He was cold, but his boyfriend’s heated touches warmed him. So while Heracles languidly trailed his hand across the flat planes of Kiku’s stomach, Kiku reached down and began stroking himself. Closing his eyes, he gave himself over to the pleasurable sensations that ran down his spine to pool in cock. He let out another soft moan when his boyfriend traced the petals of a chrysanthemum, that he had tattooed on his hip that matched the one Heracles had, with his fingertip.
Heracles watched as his boyfriend played with himself. He thought Kiku looked cute the way his brows knitted together as the waves of pleasure washed over him. He leaned forward, nuzzling his cheek, as he placed his hand over Kiku’s and stroked along with him. He let his boyfriend dictate the rhythm, matching his speed and as much as he wanted to rub his thumb over the head of Kiku’s cock, he refrained from doing so. He would look and only barely touch, but when he noticed a tiny pearl of cum forming at the tip, Heracles let go of Kiku’s hand and shifted so that he could simply lean over and suck him off. Moving Kiku’s hand out of the way, he did just that.
Kiku fisted the futon. His boyfriend was very talented with his tongue and that thing he was doing right now threatened to push him over the edge. It was so good, Kiku barely felt the cold anymore; all he felt was a tightening in his balls as the pleasurable sensations pooled there. He bit his lip, trying hard not to cry out, but as he climaxed, he just could not help himself. “HERA…CLES…”
Heracles pulled back with a loud pop and swallowed. Grinning, he said, “What?”
Kiku could only pant in reply, his cheeks a deep rose when he realized what he had said. “I uh…” he panted. “For-forgive me…”
“For what? For calling me by my first name?” Heracles rested his head on his boy friend’s hip. “I’ve told you a million times to call me that.”
“I know… it’s just that…”
“It’s not rude, if we’re going out and I tell you can, but if it makes you feel better, you can call me ‘Karpusi-san’ when were out in public.”
“Okay… Heracles-san.” Kiku stroked his boyfriend’s mop of wavy brown hair.
He laughed. “Silly Kiku, but that’s why I like you.” Heracles kissed his boyfriend’s hip. “That and you didn’t mind when I brought home a stray cat.”
It was Kiku’s turn to laugh. “Stray cat? It was a mama cat who had kittens the next day.”
“She needed us.”
“True, but did we need to keep all six kittens?”
“They’re her babies and if you remember I promised to find them good homes and I did.” Heracles traced the little chrysanthemum on Kiku’s hip with his finger again, remembering when they both got them. He was painfully hard and he wanted to make love to his boyfriend, but he was feeling far too lazy to move for the moment.
“By the way, where’s Yuki?”
“Somewhere warm…” Heracles kissed his hip again. “I want to make love to you, Kiku.”
Kiku made a little sound of disgust. “You sound like the hero in those cheesy period shows you like to watch.”
“And you look just like a princess from them. I’d love to see you dressed in one of those many layered kimono, just so I could unwrap you.” Heracles gave him a lazy one armed hug. “You’re beautiful, Kiku, and I want to make love to you. Doing the nasty, or fucking you, or having sex, doesn’t suit you, but making love does.”
Kiku rolled his eyes. “Then you’d better wake up and get the lube,” he said, although he also made no effort to move.
“Okay… You know, I love the way you boss me around all the time.”
“Karpusi-san.”
“Call me ‘Heracles’…”
“Fine, Heracles, go get the lube.”
Chuckling softly, Heracles got up off the floor and padded towards the bathroom to get the lube. “I hope it’s not too cold. Oh, hi, Yuki,” he said as the cat came over to rub against his legs. Since Kiku’s house was very traditional, the bathroom was just outside the shoji. He shivered as he stood in the open doorway, but steeling himself, he ventured out onto the low veranda, not even bothering to grab Kiku’s yukata to cover his nakedness. Besides, it was only a few steps until he was in out of the cold. Heracles opened the wooden cabinet over the toilet and looked inside it for the bottle of lube. He found it next to the other medicines and toiletries that took up residence in there. Lube in hand, he shivered and hurried back inside.
Kiku, who had taken a minute to feed the cat, was waiting with open arms for his boyfriend’s return. “I’ll be very surprised if you don’t wake up tomorrow morning with a cold.” He held him tight. “You’re freezing.”
“But my heart is warm and I would brave a blinding snow storm for you, my princess,” Heracles teased, although he really meant it.
Kiku stepped back, leaving a puzzled Heracles in his wake.
“Where are you going, Ohime-sama?”
“To close the shoji. You always fall asleep after sex- making love,” he corrected himself, “And I don’t want to freeze to death.”
“Sorry…”
“Sorry, but your ‘sorry’ doesn’t feed the cat.” Kiku softened his express with a smile. “Wait for me on the futon, Ouji-sama.” He hurried to go close it, while Heracles did as he was told. When he got back to the futon, his boyfriend, who had been sitting back on his heels, rose to his knees and wrapped his arms around him.
Whispering softly in Greek to Kiku, Heracles kissed the Chrysanthemum on his boyfriend’s hip.
“Heracles… I’m cold and I want to get back in bed,” Kiku said, drawing his boyfriend’s attention and Heracles looked up at him. “Do you mind if I get on all fours?”
“No.”
So while he went to get a paper towel from the kitchen, Kiku got on his hands and knees. When Heracles returned, he sat next to his boyfriend and stroked his butt. His movements languid and unhurried, he slowly prepped his boyfriend. First one finger, then two, Heracles would occasionally stop and kiss the small curve of Kiku’s buttock, growing hard again with desire for him. He continued with maddening slowness, teasing himself as much as he teased his lover. After slathering lube on the head of his cock and wiping his fingers clean on the paper towel, Heracles moved behind Kiku. Cock in hand; he lined himself up, slowly pushing inside. He took his time building his rhythm, rolling his hips at the end of each thrust and loving the soft mewling cries his boyfriend made, before nearly pulling out to thrust again. It made have been slow and deliberate on his part, but Heracles wanted Kiku to feel as much pleasure as he did.
Just when Kiku was sure he could not take anymore, he felt Heracles cum. Seconds later there was a kiss on his shoulder blade, before his boyfriend pulled out. Kiku felt the roughness of the paper towel on his sensitive hole, and the warmth of his boyfriend’s breath, on his butt as he tenderly cleaned him up, made him shiver. Another kiss and Heracles was gone. He looked up in time to watch as Heracles padded over to the kitchen where he quickly washed himself off in the kitchen sink. Kiku then set to work, straightening out the futon and getting the heavy quilt from where they had left it. By the time his boyfriend was back, Kiku was lying on the futon, under the quilt.
Heracles got under it too. He snuggled up to Kiku, enjoying the warmth of his body, as he was feeling a lot colder than he had earlier. He kissed his boyfriend’s cheek and Kiku rolled onto his side so Heracles could spoon in behind him. Snaking an arm around him, Heracles kissed Kiku’s shoulder. He lay there, listening to his lover’s breathing even out as he drifted off to sleep and chuckling softly over it. As much as Kiku teased him about falling asleep after sex, it was always his sweet, beautiful, little “princess,” who was the first to drift off, not that he minded as it was never long before sleep claimed Heracles too.
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Greece/Japan (Human names used)
Genres: smutty romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2086
Summary: Heracles wants to make love to his boyfriend, Kiku (Human AU)
For Jen…
Heracles stood at the opened shoji gazing out at Kiku’s backyard garden. A light snow had been slowly falling all night, covering everything in white. He shivered, drawing the blanket closer around his nude form. Memories of last winter’s trip to see some snow monkeys and the fun they had had afterwards in the onsen surfaced. Heracles sighed as other memories of the two of them together came to mind. One of his favorites was the first time he had had takoyaki from a street vendor’s cart as loved Kiku’s look of surprise when he eagerly devoured the octopus balls.
“Karpusi-san, are you alright?” Kiku said as he came up behind his boyfriend.
He nodded. “It’s so beautiful and peaceful, Kiku.” Heracles smiled as he turned towards him.
“Indeed.”
Heracles leaned on his shorter lover as he turned back to watch the snowfall. “It snows in Greece too, in the north, and sometimes in Athens. I should take you to see it.”
“I’d like that, Karpusi-san.”
“You know you can call me ‘Heracles.’ I should think after becoming lovers, we could be less formal with each other, right?” Heracles reached out, taking his lover’s face in his hands. Leaning in to kiss him, the blanket slipped from his shoulders to fall behind him. He shivered when a light gust of wind blew a bit of snow in, but he did not care. All that mattered was his beloved.
Kiku, ignoring the question, wrapped his arms around Heracles, trying to keep him warm as he pulled him close. He kissed him long and hard, moaning into it when Heracles ground his hips against him. Breaking the kiss, Kiku stepped back. “I should close the shoji; it’s getting cold in here.”
“I know how to warm you up.” Heracles grabbed Kiku’s wrist. “Leave the shoji, I want to watch the snow fall.”
“You’re going to get sick,” Kiku said.
“Not if you keep me warm.” Heracles said as he reached around and tugged on his beloved’s heko obi.
“B-but…”
“But nothing.” He nuzzled Kiku’s cheek. “It’s not like we’re outside in the snow, although if you want, we could roll around naked in it.”
Kiku’s eyes went wide. “You’re going to get sick,” he gently chided again.
Heracles shrugged. Working the knot free on Kiku’s obi, he dropped the thin cotton sash on the floor. Sliding his hands inside his lover’s yukata, he snuck a quick peek when it opened, and moving his hands upwards over Kiku’s torso, he pushed it off his shoulders.
Kiku shivered, but he let his robe fall to the floor none-the-less. Naked like his boyfriend, he was glad for the warmth Heracles provided as he held him close. Tilting his head upwards, he kissed him again.
Heracles deepened the kiss as his hands wandered down his beloved’s back to cup his butt. He grew hard at the thought of all the things he wanted to do to him. Heracles brushed his fingers lightly against the cleft in Kiku’s butt and when he moaned softly in response, Heracles murmured, “Can I watch you play with yourself first?”
Kiku blushed and looked away.
“Please…? You look so beautiful with your face all flushed and you pant so quietly and I promise to lick you clean like a cat…” He smiled.
Kiku laughed at that. “Okay, but let’s lie on the futon. The tatami is too hard.”
“Sure…” Heracles stepped back. They walked over to where the futon lay on the floor and together the two of them dragged it over to the open shoji.
They lay on the futon, Kiku on his back, while Heracles was on his side, his head propped up on his upturned palm. He lightly brushed the fingertips of his free hand against Kiku’s cheek and lips, chuckling softly when his boyfriend kissed them. Taking his hand away, he licked his thumb, before rubbing it against Kiku’s nipple. Hard from the cold, Heracles none-the-less played with the tiny nub of flesh.
Kiku moaned softly. He was cold, but his boyfriend’s heated touches warmed him. So while Heracles languidly trailed his hand across the flat planes of Kiku’s stomach, Kiku reached down and began stroking himself. Closing his eyes, he gave himself over to the pleasurable sensations that ran down his spine to pool in cock. He let out another soft moan when his boyfriend traced the petals of a chrysanthemum, that he had tattooed on his hip that matched the one Heracles had, with his fingertip.
Heracles watched as his boyfriend played with himself. He thought Kiku looked cute the way his brows knitted together as the waves of pleasure washed over him. He leaned forward, nuzzling his cheek, as he placed his hand over Kiku’s and stroked along with him. He let his boyfriend dictate the rhythm, matching his speed and as much as he wanted to rub his thumb over the head of Kiku’s cock, he refrained from doing so. He would look and only barely touch, but when he noticed a tiny pearl of cum forming at the tip, Heracles let go of Kiku’s hand and shifted so that he could simply lean over and suck him off. Moving Kiku’s hand out of the way, he did just that.
Kiku fisted the futon. His boyfriend was very talented with his tongue and that thing he was doing right now threatened to push him over the edge. It was so good, Kiku barely felt the cold anymore; all he felt was a tightening in his balls as the pleasurable sensations pooled there. He bit his lip, trying hard not to cry out, but as he climaxed, he just could not help himself. “HERA…CLES…”
Heracles pulled back with a loud pop and swallowed. Grinning, he said, “What?”
Kiku could only pant in reply, his cheeks a deep rose when he realized what he had said. “I uh…” he panted. “For-forgive me…”
“For what? For calling me by my first name?” Heracles rested his head on his boy friend’s hip. “I’ve told you a million times to call me that.”
“I know… it’s just that…”
“It’s not rude, if we’re going out and I tell you can, but if it makes you feel better, you can call me ‘Karpusi-san’ when were out in public.”
“Okay… Heracles-san.” Kiku stroked his boyfriend’s mop of wavy brown hair.
He laughed. “Silly Kiku, but that’s why I like you.” Heracles kissed his boyfriend’s hip. “That and you didn’t mind when I brought home a stray cat.”
It was Kiku’s turn to laugh. “Stray cat? It was a mama cat who had kittens the next day.”
“She needed us.”
“True, but did we need to keep all six kittens?”
“They’re her babies and if you remember I promised to find them good homes and I did.” Heracles traced the little chrysanthemum on Kiku’s hip with his finger again, remembering when they both got them. He was painfully hard and he wanted to make love to his boyfriend, but he was feeling far too lazy to move for the moment.
“By the way, where’s Yuki?”
“Somewhere warm…” Heracles kissed his hip again. “I want to make love to you, Kiku.”
Kiku made a little sound of disgust. “You sound like the hero in those cheesy period shows you like to watch.”
“And you look just like a princess from them. I’d love to see you dressed in one of those many layered kimono, just so I could unwrap you.” Heracles gave him a lazy one armed hug. “You’re beautiful, Kiku, and I want to make love to you. Doing the nasty, or fucking you, or having sex, doesn’t suit you, but making love does.”
Kiku rolled his eyes. “Then you’d better wake up and get the lube,” he said, although he also made no effort to move.
“Okay… You know, I love the way you boss me around all the time.”
“Karpusi-san.”
“Call me ‘Heracles’…”
“Fine, Heracles, go get the lube.”
Chuckling softly, Heracles got up off the floor and padded towards the bathroom to get the lube. “I hope it’s not too cold. Oh, hi, Yuki,” he said as the cat came over to rub against his legs. Since Kiku’s house was very traditional, the bathroom was just outside the shoji. He shivered as he stood in the open doorway, but steeling himself, he ventured out onto the low veranda, not even bothering to grab Kiku’s yukata to cover his nakedness. Besides, it was only a few steps until he was in out of the cold. Heracles opened the wooden cabinet over the toilet and looked inside it for the bottle of lube. He found it next to the other medicines and toiletries that took up residence in there. Lube in hand, he shivered and hurried back inside.
Kiku, who had taken a minute to feed the cat, was waiting with open arms for his boyfriend’s return. “I’ll be very surprised if you don’t wake up tomorrow morning with a cold.” He held him tight. “You’re freezing.”
“But my heart is warm and I would brave a blinding snow storm for you, my princess,” Heracles teased, although he really meant it.
Kiku stepped back, leaving a puzzled Heracles in his wake.
“Where are you going, Ohime-sama?”
“To close the shoji. You always fall asleep after sex- making love,” he corrected himself, “And I don’t want to freeze to death.”
“Sorry…”
“Sorry, but your ‘sorry’ doesn’t feed the cat.” Kiku softened his express with a smile. “Wait for me on the futon, Ouji-sama.” He hurried to go close it, while Heracles did as he was told. When he got back to the futon, his boyfriend, who had been sitting back on his heels, rose to his knees and wrapped his arms around him.
Whispering softly in Greek to Kiku, Heracles kissed the Chrysanthemum on his boyfriend’s hip.
“Heracles… I’m cold and I want to get back in bed,” Kiku said, drawing his boyfriend’s attention and Heracles looked up at him. “Do you mind if I get on all fours?”
“No.”
So while he went to get a paper towel from the kitchen, Kiku got on his hands and knees. When Heracles returned, he sat next to his boyfriend and stroked his butt. His movements languid and unhurried, he slowly prepped his boyfriend. First one finger, then two, Heracles would occasionally stop and kiss the small curve of Kiku’s buttock, growing hard again with desire for him. He continued with maddening slowness, teasing himself as much as he teased his lover. After slathering lube on the head of his cock and wiping his fingers clean on the paper towel, Heracles moved behind Kiku. Cock in hand; he lined himself up, slowly pushing inside. He took his time building his rhythm, rolling his hips at the end of each thrust and loving the soft mewling cries his boyfriend made, before nearly pulling out to thrust again. It made have been slow and deliberate on his part, but Heracles wanted Kiku to feel as much pleasure as he did.
Just when Kiku was sure he could not take anymore, he felt Heracles cum. Seconds later there was a kiss on his shoulder blade, before his boyfriend pulled out. Kiku felt the roughness of the paper towel on his sensitive hole, and the warmth of his boyfriend’s breath, on his butt as he tenderly cleaned him up, made him shiver. Another kiss and Heracles was gone. He looked up in time to watch as Heracles padded over to the kitchen where he quickly washed himself off in the kitchen sink. Kiku then set to work, straightening out the futon and getting the heavy quilt from where they had left it. By the time his boyfriend was back, Kiku was lying on the futon, under the quilt.
Heracles got under it too. He snuggled up to Kiku, enjoying the warmth of his body, as he was feeling a lot colder than he had earlier. He kissed his boyfriend’s cheek and Kiku rolled onto his side so Heracles could spoon in behind him. Snaking an arm around him, Heracles kissed Kiku’s shoulder. He lay there, listening to his lover’s breathing even out as he drifted off to sleep and chuckling softly over it. As much as Kiku teased him about falling asleep after sex, it was always his sweet, beautiful, little “princess,” who was the first to drift off, not that he minded as it was never long before sleep claimed Heracles too.
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Date: 2013-12-28 11:52 am (UTC)- The lazy Greece doesn't strike me to be the type who'd wash himself straightaway after sex; he'd either just wipe with the nearest tissue or just sleep without getting bothered about the stickiness. Japan seems to be the more cleanfreak-type ... perhaps he's the one who should go to the sink instead? Greece does, however, seem to be the nurturing type, so I totally agree with the way you describe him cleaning Japan's butt.
- Although Japan is often shown wearing female apron/kimono, especially while cleaning in the official arts, he is also portrayed as a military nation (with European uniform) and cares a great deal about propriety. Would he willingly allow himself to be called "princess"?
- In regard to OOC-ness, Japan making a little sound of disgust and insinuating that Greece sound like the hero in the cheesy period shows, this behavior would fit Norway (against Denmark) or Romano (against Spain) better than it would fit Japan. Also, Greece seems to be a straightforwardly earnest type; the teasing would fit Denmark (against Norway) or Spain (against Romano) better.
- *cough* A longer smut scene would be nice. *cough*
My fussiness aside, I adore the "making love in the snow" ambiance. Japan's formality and blushes, in contrast with Greece's blatantness, are IC enough.
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Date: 2013-12-29 03:20 pm (UTC)A longer smut scene? o.0 Do you have any idea how much smut I have been writing in the last few days? *is sooo TIRED of writing smut* (seriously) I've been writing a bunch of smutty fics as stocking stuffers over at Hentai Contest. It gets really hard to keep it fresh & I try to do so by varying it between quickies & what feel like to me at least, marathon sessions. XD
I'm glad you liked that at least as that was fun to write. Seriously they're not my pairing as I really don't see an attraction there, besides a love of cats. ;p Thanks for reading it though. <3
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Date: 2013-12-30 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-30 05:05 am (UTC)Thanks. It's hard writing for a pairing you don't really feel. Makes the smut harder to write. ^^;