In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME

Jul 25, 2008 15:44


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Quebec isn't the only part of Matthew that Francis wants. anonymous September 14 2008, 01:20:52 UTC
It was only right that he entertain Francis cordially, under the circumstances. Matthew wasn't eager to do it, knowing full well the power the other man had on an exceedingly volatile and loud part of his body. Say whatever you could about his love/hate, I'm-not-you! relationship with Alfred, and his desperate little crush on Arthur - neither of them had ever burrowed so deeply into his psyche and seemed so far away as Francis who was, of course, decked out in a fine coat with beaver furr cuffs and collar and actually not that far away.

He nodded at Matthew from across the table. "Mon petit castor," he purred, "have a bit more wine! It's the only way I can repay you for your hospitality and your... cooperation. It gives me a sense of homecoming to be able to understand your street signs."

Matthew objected to being call Francis's little beaver, and a part of him was still not exactly thrilled with bilingualism. But since Matthew couldn't kill everyone who disagreed with him - though Alfred thought he should at least give it a go - he merely nodded tersely at Francis and took a sip of the glittering red drink.

It was like a fire roared through his veins and like his tongue had felt taste for the first time. Matthew choked on his fifth cup as the stars and spangles danced before his eyes. "This, ah, this is good stuff," he managed, squinting at Francis. "Did - didja duper-duplum- make more of yourself? Coz I can see at least, um, what's the word for more than one?"

The logs in the grate crackled and snapped and dissolved into black ash as the light flickered over the multiple Francises. Murkily, Matthew decided that it wasn't a very bad thing, even if, upon entering his cabin, Francis had looked at his fireplace and the large, fur rug sprawled before it and patronizingly pronounced the entire affect as, "Charmingly rustic." Francis's long, tawny hair looked as if it had been shot through with gold, his green eyes were alive with elfin allure and the way he lowered his creamy eyelids and flicked Matthew a long, laughing look was almost more than Matthew could bear. He couldn't tell if this warmth was coming from Francis or his accursedly amazing wine as his mind whirled and fell flat on its back.

It wasn't just Matthew's mind that was disorientatedly horizontal - and the heat was really starting to get to him - Matthew's hands scrabbled with Francis in a race to see who could divest his body of more clothing. Francis went with the essentials - Matthew found his sensible plaid shirt unbuttoned and his pants entirely off. Sprawled across the fur rug, Matthew looked up at Francis and attributed his dizziness to the fact that all the blood in his body seemed headed south.

And of course, what with there being multiple Francises and all, the Frenchman's hands were everywhere. They pushed him down onto the soft fur. They touched him and teased him and Matthew moaned aloud as a hot, wet mouth wrapped around on taut nipple. Francis's fingers seemed to spread a trail of fine brandy across his body and Matthew mewled as he was suddenly doused in liquor.

Francis looked entirely too smug as he growled, "Ah me, I am so careless... allow me to clean up this... accident."

And his mouth followed that trail of alcohol and Matthew mewled again and would have allowed Francis to absolutely anything and everything to him. And then his legs were hoisted over Francis's broad shoulders and his eyes shut tight as the pain bled away into pleasure and the groans that Francis made as he thrust and twisted his hips and --

OH FUCK GOD MON DIEU OH -

Everything dissolved about Matthew as he clutched onto the fur and arched his back upwards.

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Re: Quebec isn't the only part of Matthew that Francis wants. Epilogue anonymous September 14 2008, 01:21:36 UTC
**

Just before Francis left, he caught Matthew's mouth in a fierce kiss. "You are mine more than anyone else's," he growled, breath hot against the shell of Matthew's ear. "Arthur will lose you - you will no longer need his respect; Alfred will never be able to take you, no matter how much he wishes to - only I, I'm as much yours as you are mine and there will be nothing you or anyone else can do about it."

"Come again!" said Matthew, because he was unable to think of anything else to say.

"Oh, mon castor, I will," grinned Francis.

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Re: Quebec isn't the only part of Matthew that Francis wants. Epilogue anonymous September 14 2008, 04:12:29 UTC
*drool*

"Did - didja duper-duplum- make more of yourself? Coz I can see at least, um, what's the word for more than one?"

XD lol

Great job! I love this pairing so much, mostly because Frances's raw sexuality contrasts so well with Canada's sweetness. Its great to see Matthew lose control like that.

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Re: Quebec isn't the only part of Matthew that Francis wants. Epilogue anonymous October 7 2008, 20:49:39 UTC
Don't forget the whole incest thing. ^_~

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Re: Quebec isn't the only part of Matthew that Francis wants. Epilogue anonymous April 16 2009, 06:16:38 UTC
nom nom nom. And France's last line is wonderful >:D

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Re: Quebec isn't the only part of Matthew that Francis wants. Epilogue anonymous November 21 2009, 22:00:18 UTC
Fuck, read this with "You won't see me coming" (from the anime Gankutsuou: the count of monte cristo) and the effect is even hotterr than just reading this already hot fic XD. XDDD

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