A Test of Strength [4/6]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:15:12 UTC
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Japan had no idea what possessed him to stay on the branch as long as he had when they were clearly finished inside. Perhaps it was the sight of those long, pale fingers buried in golden hair, or maybe he was still in shock from witnessing 500 amazing push-ups. There had been a period of time when he could have easily left, when things were still innocent and he could have left.
Now? Now he couldn't possibly move, despite every honorable instinct inside him screaming to leave and to give the lovers their privacy. The warm feeling had erupted into a melting hot mess inside, and he simply could not deny his curiosity (perverseness, be honest, you are a pervert). How would Western conjugal relations differ from those of the East?
Western foreplay appeared to be rather violent (to be fair, this may be just a quirk of England and America's relationship- those two have had a volatile relationship for as long as he'd known both of them). The two were flipping each other to the ground, apparently fighting for dominance. Then they started kissing in earnest and Japan's mind went utterly and completely blank.
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England's gloves were godly, America decided. Absolutely godly, with what they were doing to his nipples. The feel of the leather scraping his skin went straight to his groin, and he arched his back, wanting more. His hands scrambled at England's back as he tried to gasp out Engl-, but then a hot mouth laved his nipple and his mind lost any coherency it had managed to recover. Every fiber of his being was centered on that wet, delicious heat.
America protested as England lifted his head, only to lose it to another moan as nimble fingers (it was all that knitting; his fingers were talented) undid his pants (trousers, he heard England say in his head), brushing teasingly at that spot right there god yes. His eyes opened when the sudden lack of hot breathe left his hipbone feeling cold, and he saw those nimble fingers, rather than fully exposing him, undoing the laces of his boots. He tried to sit up as his boots were tugged off, but England pushed him back down as his teeth pulled at the glove of his other hand.
The leather on his chest made his eyes cross again, and he managed to gasp out, "no- leave your gloves on."
England raised an eyebrow as he tossed the glove off to the side. "No."
England caught America's half-formed protest with his mouth. Their tongues slid against each other, all slick and warm, until America jerked his head back to hiss, "why not?"
"Because," England hissed as America's hips jerked up at his, "these are my last pair until the next delivery, whenever the hell that is, and I refuse- ah- to ruin them."
A scowl furrowed blue eyes as their owner grabbed the lapels in front of him and yanked it down for another kiss. They stayed in this position for a while, all lips and tongue, abrasive cloth against bare flesh, and half of his face felt warmth and sweat while the other half felt deliciously smooth leather. America inhaled, smelling the glove and sweat and England all intermingled and thought that he couldn't possibly be happier.
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A chirp from above nearly dislodged Japan from his branch as he was suddenly brought back to the branch digging into his side on his uncomfortable perch. Somehow, his hand had crept under his waistband, but had yet to slip in all the way. Japan adjusted his position before slowly allowing his hand to reach its destination. His eyes returned to the two figures, now in the process of tugging each other's clothes off. He swallowed, hoping that would be enough to prevent drool and breathed calmly through his nose to prevent nosebleeds.
Japan down looked at the two naked bodies undulating around each other and thought a dunk in the nearby lake wouldn't nearly be enough to prevent that nosebleed.
A Test of Strength [5/6]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:18:15 UTC
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"Naaarrrrggghhhh," America moaned as England sucked hard on the skin next to his nipple. His fingers were loosely tangled in blonde locks as its owner licked and sucked his way down towards there. America nearly stopped breathing as England's breath ghosted over his cock, but no envelopment was forthcoming. He was about to start whining (his specialty, England would say, but England was grumpy, so he didn't count) when a finger began circling gently, and the thought of pain cleared his mind enough for words to be semi-coherent.
"Wait, wait-" America gasped. "D'you have anything-"
He wished he hadn't said anything, because he lost all the warmth of their contact as England glanced at him and went to rummage in his jacket that America now regretted throwing so far away. He propped himself up on his elbows as England came back holding a small round container in his hand. "Is that- is that Vaseline?"
"Petroleum jelly, yes," England said as he popped the lid off and swiped a finger inside.
"From the- ah- from the kits?"
"Yes." England nudged a finger in and enjoyed the sight of a wonderfully naked America. A wonderfully naked aroused America. "What, you thought I swiped it from the medical wards?"
"No, no, just thought you'd need all you can get so you don't get sunburns on your lily-white ass."
England narrowed his eyes at the teeth America was flashing his way and found satisfaction in making the inane grin disappear when he jammed three fingers in without much warning. It was even more satisfying when he found the nub and America melted in into the mat, mouth open and cheeks flushed with pleasure. The warm and gooey feeling inside his chest and his loins was spurring a sense of urgency, so he hurriedly finished stretching America.
England was coating his arousal when America reached out a hand to cover his, which was resting on America's thigh. He looked up to see America smiling softly, happily at him, and that gooey feeling tightened up until he could hardly breathe, looking into the beautiful blue eyes he had missed for far too long. His hand turned by itself to link his fingers with America's. England stared back, and when he felt his lips softening into a smile in response, he tore his eyes away to focus on entering America. His beautiful, grown up America whose moans matched his as his heat sucked in England's cock.
England leaned over America as he started to move. He face hovered just above those glasses, just looking, until America's other hand pulled him down the rest of the way. They moaned into each other's mouths. The serenity of their kisses was completely absent in the lower halves of their bodies, which were moving with increasing urgency, each thrust becoming faster and wilder. Both pairs of hands somehow became linked, and England held them right above America's head like he was afraid America would let go again.
For a while, there was only moaning, gasping, and the slapping of tangled flesh until America stiffened and came with an incoherent yell. England groaned in relief as he finally let his hips buck wildly and came, moaning America's name into his neck. He slumped over to the side, half on and half off America as they fought to catch their breath.
A Test of Strength [6/6] + notes
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:25:48 UTC
America's arms circled his back, and only as he broke the connections was England aware that they'd still been holding hands. They laid there for a bit, simply enjoying the feel of other's bodies in the afterglow. A noise outside brought England back to reality, that they were laying on a dingy, sweat-soaked mat, they were in the middle of a war, and the other Allies could easily walk in on them at any moment, never mind that they were all supposed to be busy right then. He considered his words carefully, as America liked for cuddle for as long as possible (as he'd recently learned, much to his everlasting delight). England gave him a quick buss as America nuzzled his face.
"We need to get dressed. Don't want the others walking in on us, especially that bloody frog-"
"-or Russia," America squeaked as he abruptly sat up, dropping England to the mat. He was about to start scrambling for his clothes when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned back to look at England, who just blinked at him with limpid green eyes. America paused, and with a small smile, leaned forward to kiss him, deep and slow.
When they drew back to breathe, America propped his forehead on England's.
"I love you," America murmured.
England flushed and averted his eyes. "...love you too, git."
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The sight of the two of them, climaxing so close together, was more than enough to send Japan over the edge. He panted, barely keeping himself balanced on the branch. He wiped his hand on his shirt (he'll change and wash his clothes before giving his report to Germany), then wiped his face clean of the blood that dripped from his nose. After he deemed himself sufficiently clean and decent once more, he shifted (rustling rather loudly, but the two Allies appeared not to have heard) and began climbing down from the tree. Once he finished noting everything he had just seen (complete with drawings) in his personal, private notebook, he would give his report to Germany.
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Epilogue: after witnessing many more such unions, Japan was finally able to get a hand on stopping the nosebleeds, which made spying and clandestine videotaping much, much easier.
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Note: -During World War II, a variety of petroleum jelly called dark red veterinary petroleum jelly was often included in life raft survival kits. Acting as a sunscreen, it provides protection against ultraviolet rays. (copy pasta’d from Wikipedia) Which explains the comment about the kits, yeah?
I totally wasn’t going to do any research on this, but then I read up on stuff that only peripherally had to do with this fill because apparently I just had to know. There are probably inaccuracies in this, but hopefully it’s vague enough for you gentle readers to ignore it. XD
Sorry for the jump in POV halfway through the smut. Dunno, it just sorta...wrote itself like that. The rest of the POV changes should be pretty clear. Also, I really really really hate that Word and LJ give me completely different character counts. -_-
I know what a great fic reads like, and this wasn't it, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway!
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME. Oh god, I don't care what you want, I'll draw it. No seriously, I never thought this would be filled, I usually just surf the fill index.
Amazing, you're amazing. Now I'm going to go read it and give you a better more intelligent response.
Re: A Test of Strength [6/6] + notes
anonymous
April 27 2010, 02:39:46 UTC
Whoa, this is totally hot, authanon. I think I have a think for UKUS -- or just America bottoming, as I find FrUs ridiculously hot as well. My country tis of thee, take it up the ass under a tree indeed.
Japan had no idea what possessed him to stay on the branch as long as he had when they were clearly finished inside. Perhaps it was the sight of those long, pale fingers buried in golden hair, or maybe he was still in shock from witnessing 500 amazing push-ups. There had been a period of time when he could have easily left, when things were still innocent and he could have left.
Now? Now he couldn't possibly move, despite every honorable instinct inside him screaming to leave and to give the lovers their privacy. The warm feeling had erupted into a melting hot mess inside, and he simply could not deny his curiosity (perverseness, be honest, you are a pervert). How would Western conjugal relations differ from those of the East?
Western foreplay appeared to be rather violent (to be fair, this may be just a quirk of England and America's relationship- those two have had a volatile relationship for as long as he'd known both of them). The two were flipping each other to the ground, apparently fighting for dominance. Then they started kissing in earnest and Japan's mind went utterly and completely blank.
*~*
England's gloves were godly, America decided. Absolutely godly, with what they were doing to his nipples. The feel of the leather scraping his skin went straight to his groin, and he arched his back, wanting more. His hands scrambled at England's back as he tried to gasp out Engl-, but then a hot mouth laved his nipple and his mind lost any coherency it had managed to recover. Every fiber of his being was centered on that wet, delicious heat.
America protested as England lifted his head, only to lose it to another moan as nimble fingers (it was all that knitting; his fingers were talented) undid his pants (trousers, he heard England say in his head), brushing teasingly at that spot right there god yes. His eyes opened when the sudden lack of hot breathe left his hipbone feeling cold, and he saw those nimble fingers, rather than fully exposing him, undoing the laces of his boots. He tried to sit up as his boots were tugged off, but England pushed him back down as his teeth pulled at the glove of his other hand.
The leather on his chest made his eyes cross again, and he managed to gasp out, "no- leave your gloves on."
England raised an eyebrow as he tossed the glove off to the side. "No."
England caught America's half-formed protest with his mouth. Their tongues slid against each other, all slick and warm, until America jerked his head back to hiss, "why not?"
"Because," England hissed as America's hips jerked up at his, "these are my last pair until the next delivery, whenever the hell that is, and I refuse- ah- to ruin them."
A scowl furrowed blue eyes as their owner grabbed the lapels in front of him and yanked it down for another kiss. They stayed in this position for a while, all lips and tongue, abrasive cloth against bare flesh, and half of his face felt warmth and sweat while the other half felt deliciously smooth leather. America inhaled, smelling the glove and sweat and England all intermingled and thought that he couldn't possibly be happier.
*~*
A chirp from above nearly dislodged Japan from his branch as he was suddenly brought back to the branch digging into his side on his uncomfortable perch. Somehow, his hand had crept under his waistband, but had yet to slip in all the way. Japan adjusted his position before slowly allowing his hand to reach its destination. His eyes returned to the two figures, now in the process of tugging each other's clothes off. He swallowed, hoping that would be enough to prevent drool and breathed calmly through his nose to prevent nosebleeds.
Japan down looked at the two naked bodies undulating around each other and thought a dunk in the nearby lake wouldn't nearly be enough to prevent that nosebleed.
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"Naaarrrrggghhhh," America moaned as England sucked hard on the skin next to his nipple. His fingers were loosely tangled in blonde locks as its owner licked and sucked his way down towards there. America nearly stopped breathing as England's breath ghosted over his cock, but no envelopment was forthcoming. He was about to start whining (his specialty, England would say, but England was grumpy, so he didn't count) when a finger began circling gently, and the thought of pain cleared his mind enough for words to be semi-coherent.
"Wait, wait-" America gasped. "D'you have anything-"
He wished he hadn't said anything, because he lost all the warmth of their contact as England glanced at him and went to rummage in his jacket that America now regretted throwing so far away. He propped himself up on his elbows as England came back holding a small round container in his hand. "Is that- is that Vaseline?"
"Petroleum jelly, yes," England said as he popped the lid off and swiped a finger inside.
"From the- ah- from the kits?"
"Yes." England nudged a finger in and enjoyed the sight of a wonderfully naked America. A wonderfully naked aroused America. "What, you thought I swiped it from the medical wards?"
"No, no, just thought you'd need all you can get so you don't get sunburns on your lily-white ass."
England narrowed his eyes at the teeth America was flashing his way and found satisfaction in making the inane grin disappear when he jammed three fingers in without much warning. It was even more satisfying when he found the nub and America melted in into the mat, mouth open and cheeks flushed with pleasure. The warm and gooey feeling inside his chest and his loins was spurring a sense of urgency, so he hurriedly finished stretching America.
England was coating his arousal when America reached out a hand to cover his, which was resting on America's thigh. He looked up to see America smiling softly, happily at him, and that gooey feeling tightened up until he could hardly breathe, looking into the beautiful blue eyes he had missed for far too long. His hand turned by itself to link his fingers with America's. England stared back, and when he felt his lips softening into a smile in response, he tore his eyes away to focus on entering America. His beautiful, grown up America whose moans matched his as his heat sucked in England's cock.
England leaned over America as he started to move. He face hovered just above those glasses, just looking, until America's other hand pulled him down the rest of the way. They moaned into each other's mouths. The serenity of their kisses was completely absent in the lower halves of their bodies, which were moving with increasing urgency, each thrust becoming faster and wilder. Both pairs of hands somehow became linked, and England held them right above America's head like he was afraid America would let go again.
For a while, there was only moaning, gasping, and the slapping of tangled flesh until America stiffened and came with an incoherent yell. England groaned in relief as he finally let his hips buck wildly and came, moaning America's name into his neck. He slumped over to the side, half on and half off America as they fought to catch their breath.
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"We need to get dressed. Don't want the others walking in on us, especially that bloody frog-"
"-or Russia," America squeaked as he abruptly sat up, dropping England to the mat. He was about to start scrambling for his clothes when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned back to look at England, who just blinked at him with limpid green eyes. America paused, and with a small smile, leaned forward to kiss him, deep and slow.
When they drew back to breathe, America propped his forehead on England's.
"I love you," America murmured.
England flushed and averted his eyes. "...love you too, git."
*~*
The sight of the two of them, climaxing so close together, was more than enough to send Japan over the edge. He panted, barely keeping himself balanced on the branch. He wiped his hand on his shirt (he'll change and wash his clothes before giving his report to Germany), then wiped his face clean of the blood that dripped from his nose. After he deemed himself sufficiently clean and decent once more, he shifted (rustling rather loudly, but the two Allies appeared not to have heard) and began climbing down from the tree. Once he finished noting everything he had just seen (complete with drawings) in his personal, private notebook, he would give his report to Germany.
*~*
Epilogue: after witnessing many more such unions, Japan was finally able to get a hand on stopping the nosebleeds, which made spying and clandestine videotaping much, much easier.
*~*
Note:
-During World War II, a variety of petroleum jelly called dark red veterinary petroleum jelly was often included in life raft survival kits. Acting as a sunscreen, it provides protection against ultraviolet rays. (copy pasta’d from Wikipedia) Which explains the comment about the kits, yeah?
I totally wasn’t going to do any research on this, but then I read up on stuff that only peripherally had to do with this fill because apparently I just had to know. There are probably inaccuracies in this, but hopefully it’s vague enough for you gentle readers to ignore it. XD
Sorry for the jump in POV halfway through the smut. Dunno, it just sorta...wrote itself like that. The rest of the POV changes should be pretty clear. Also, I really really really hate that Word and LJ give me completely different character counts. -_-
I know what a great fic reads like, and this wasn't it, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway!
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Amazing, you're amazing. Now I'm going to go read it and give you a better more intelligent response.
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So this artfag will draw something for it tomorrow and post it in this thread.
I really liked the idea of the metronome pace, and how posh England feels in the whole story. Seriously, thank you so much writernon.
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God that was... wow, insanely hot. I don't know, just... wow. I love seme!UK and uke!US so this made it even better.
But the way you described all the pushups... Man, Alfred your strength is hot. I loved all of this!
I am getting rambly. I'll shut up now.
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Oh. And. Dogtags. *drool*
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