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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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The dark haired man from the Qing Empire raised his hand and lifted up a small pot. He poured a liquid into a cup with a very well practiced manner. All the while, the blonde Russian watched him with earnest fascination. The liquid was a treat that the China-man had brought for him.
"It's called tea, Ivan," he said to the Russian, "It's dried herbs that are steeped in water, which allows the flavor to saturate into it."
"What kind of herbs, if I may ask, Yao?" Ivan inquired, tilting his head to the side, ever so slightly.
"Mostly mints, and a little bit of chamomile," Yao answered, "But tea comes in all sorts of varieties."
Ivan smiled in delight, and took the cup in his large, winter pale hands as Yao handed it over. He waited for Yao to finish pouring his own cup, and watched him drink from it. He mimicked the China-man, wanting to act 'proper' and impress him.
Yao watched him, and couldn't help but smile, if only slightly. For such a bear of a man, the Russian was awfully child-like, always wanting to please others. He watched him set the cup down, and his eyes caught Ivan's lips, wet with tea. They lingered there for a moment, his mind wandering briefly, wondering if the Russian tasted like mint.
Their eyes met for a moment, and they both sat still, starring across the table from each other. Ivan suddenly picked himself up and came closer, calmly and unobtrusively. The two of them sat nearby in silence, both of them enjoying their tea.
A soft clack rang through the silence as Ivan set his empty tea cup on the lacquer table. He leaned in closer to Yao, his eyes wandering over him.
"I hope the trip across Siberia wasn't too rough," he said.
"Not that bad," Yao answered, "Cold, true...but I made it across alright."
"Good," Ivan said, "I'm glad we finally got around to making use of it."
Yao nodded, and then suddenly reach his finger's up to Ivan's face. He trailed them across those soft red lips, wiping the tea from them. Ivan shivered, not expecting that sudden touch.
"Me too," the China-man answered, softly, before pressing his lips to the Russian's.
The kiss was, for a moment, chaste. Ivan was pleasantly surprised, and he didn't seem to know what to do with himself. Yao slid his tongue across Ivan's teeth, tasting the mint that lingered in his mouth. The Russian sighed softly, and loosened his jaw.
Yao's tongue slid into his mouth, gently prodding and touching Ivan's. They tipped slowly backwards, never releasing each other, until they both lay on the floor. Yao set his hands on Ivan's chest, his robes tossed all over Ivan's body, thanks to the pull of gravity.
Ivan ran his hands down Yao's arms, and then his waist. He rested them on his lower back, enjoying the kiss immensely. They both held it for a moment longer, until they both needed oxygen.
"You taste like mint," Yao said in his ear, soft and sultry.
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So there are no more parts? That's a shame (I'm greedy and could read this paring forever) but thank you for writing as much as you did! Thank you, thank you, thank you, anon!
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And as for the parts...ah. I've been tempted to write more, so I may add some later.
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Ivan looked up at Yao, and licked his lips. He leaned up until their lips were hovering mere millimeters apart. In soft and breathy voice he asked.
"Do you like it?"
Yao blushed lightly, barely able to keep himself from shivering, wishing Ivan would press their lips back together. The scent of mint from Ivan's (or was it his own?) breath lingered in the air. He took a deep breath, and ignoring Ivan's question, he kissed him once more, and once more the taste of mint assaulted him.
The Russian seemed to take that response as a yes, otherwise he probably would have protested. Yet he merely weaved his finger's through Yao's hair, entangling them in his thick, blacks strands. He pressed into the kiss, parting Yao's lips with his tongue, until the China-man simply opened his mouth and allowed him entrance.
Slowly, almost cautiously, Yao allowed himself to set his hands down on the Russian's broad chest. He could faintly feel that heartbeat through all Ivan's thick layers.
And suddenly those layers felt like a wall. They screamed of a barrier between him and this man Yao was kissing was furiously. He let his finger's trail over Ivan's chest, until they met his buttons. He undid them one by one, with no complaints from the Russian.
Ivan's jacket, rich with various imperial decorations, came off. That was one article of clothing down, leaving possibly three more (at least in Yao's mind).
"You must REALLY like it," Ivan giggled in his ear.
"Hush," Yao said, blushing lightly, and he began to work off the rest of Ivan's clothes.
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