Have some fics at... oh... 4 in the morning Bl
Because I've been meaning to do this for... ages and I had nothing to do. Besides pixiv but THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.
First: AsaKiku. They're in a band and... on a trip in the middle of the night. There are hand checks for a reason. B)
Second: Russia/America FLAVORED. America saves Russia from Belarus!
Kiku gave a little shudder, opening his mouth as Arthur bit his lip. He felt a tongue shove itself in his mouth and he leaned back until he hit the window. But Arthur kept coming, moving over seats until he shared the seat with him. He leaned forward, pressing his body against the smaller boy. Kiku was forced to lean back even more, the arm rest digging into this back painfully. The blond pulled away suddenly, catching his breath. Kiku did the same, only wiping his mouth and looking away to blush.
"What time is it?" Kiku checked his cellphone; blinding himself with the screen.
"F-Five in the morning A-Arthur-san." The blond gave a little grunt and looked over the bus seats around them.
Both teens were currently on their band trip and were driving in the middle of the night to their destination so the lights were off while the other teens slept, giving people like Arthur the chance to have Kiku all to himself.
There was barely any warning before he kissed the Japanese again. Kiku groaned softly into his mouth, hands pushing lightly on his chest in a half-hearted attempt to stop. Arthur grabbed his hands and held them away; the other hand of his he moved to rest on Kiku's thigh, too close for comfort to the brunette. With a smirk, Arthur quickly moved his hand to palm Kiku's crotch. The teen moved his hips to edge into the touch more, breaking the kiss as he concentrated on his bottom half.
"Do you like that?" Arthur whispered, moving to bite on Kiku's earlobe. The boy panted, his hips halfway off the seat as he tried to edge into the touch. "Tell me Kiku..." he whispered. Kiku blearily looked up at green eyes half hidden in the dark. He said nothing, opening his mouth as the hand on his crotch started to squeeze.
"A-Arthur-san...!" he gasped out. Looking at the blond above him, he wasn't surprised to see him smiling somewhat, like a half sleepy Chesire cat.
"Say something Kiku." The hand moved to pick at the edge of his pants. There was a small gasp before the hand was in his pants, rubbing and grabbing and touching and
"Ahhnn. A-Arth..." Kiku pushed lightly on the arm near him.
"Speak up Kiku. The rest of the bus can't hear your voice." The Japanese gave a little noise, closing his mouth. Arthur leaned forward, ready to whisper and tease the other into submission when a light was flashed in his eyes.
His hand tore out of Kiku's pants to cover his eyes, yelling all the while at the light. He blinked several times before he was dragged out of his seat with another flashlight joining the first. He didn't register the voices until his hand was pulled away from his face. There were more loud chorus of yelling but by the time Arthur's eyes adjusted, he was in another seat, the flashlights were gone and he found himself sitting next to a very grumpy Sadiq.
Kiku's hair was being petted by his slightly drunk brother as Arthur was moved forcefully. "Don't sit next to him again aru." Yao murmured, slurring his words slightly. The younger gave a little nod before Heracles was shuffled into the empty seat. He took one look at Kiku before falling asleep into his lap to snore. Kiku gave a little jump and attempted to move the Greek, but it was no use.
After 3 minutes of trying, he gave up and resettled himself into the seat, forcing himself to both relive and forget.
---
My first attempt at Pron. I'll never do it again. I swear.
But this is also a semi-true story. My old band did handchecks where in the middle of the trip/night/whenever was fun, the bus' main lights/flashlights were turned on and everybody had to raise their hands to prove that they weren't in someone's pants or something.
WELL APPARENTLY, some kids failed the hand check (before my time). I heard that as soon as they got to the hotel, they parents were called and they were sent home. Trippy man.
--- 2ND!----
Because America liked to get away for weekends, he was sometimes never available. But that never stopped people from trying to find him.
Like now, for instance.
Russia ran through the snowy hills of the tundra, panic written all over his face as he looked over his shoulder. He couldn't see anything in the near darkness but that didn't mean that something wasn't there...
He ran faster, barreling into trees and through bushes. He tripped over a something and fell... just in time to hear it in the wind blowing behind him. Брат...! Брат!* it called out, haunting.
Russia gave a little scream and started to bury himself in the snow. "Go away Belarus!" he yelled, halfway through throwing snow on himself. There was silence before he felt a vice-like grip on his ankle.
"Why is brother buried in the snow?" Belarus asked as her brother flailed about on the ground. She ignored his yelling, pulling the Russian snow mound instead. "Brother should know better. Snow makes you sick, da?"
"Go away Belarus! Leave me aloneeee!"
There was no warning; a bullet flew past Belarus' arm and embedded itself in the snow. The siblings looked up to see America, standing at the top of a hill. He held his shotgun on his hip like a woman would her child. "Hey!" he yelled out. "Get off my property!" The Slovaks** blinked, confused before America seemed to catch himself.
"What are you doing in my house?" he asked, walking down the hill. Russia gave a little whimper toward the American. Belarus shook his foot to remind him that she was still there.
"Brother got lost in the snow. So I found him!" Belarus gave a little smile, like a child that had just found a nickel. Russia flailed his foot, which resulted in Belarus' grip getting tighter. This however, wasn't unnoticed by America, who cocked his gun and brought it up to point at Belarus.
"Let go of the commie Belarus." he said. The girl before him shook her head.
"нет! I'm taking brother-!" Another shot was fired, grazing Belarus' cheek. She looked scared for a second before letting go of the foot and running to the darkness of the trees. America loaded his gun again, as a precaution before helping up Russia, who was still cowering on the ground.
It took a few minutes for Russia to stop cowering, during which America scanned the forest again. "Thank you America!" That was America's only warning before Russia tackled him to the ground. America gave a yelp as he hit the ground, gun barrel poking dangerously close to his vital regions.
"Thank you thank you thank you thankyouthankyou! I love you America!" Russia giggled, rubbing his head on America's chest like a cat. America, in turn, squirmed and tried to wiggle the barrel out from from under him and get away from the Russian.
Too bad Russia never learnt how to let go.
---END NARF---
Брат - Brother in Google Translated Russian
I used the term Slovaks because I remember in my AP World History class, my teacher had this great powerpoint and lecture on Slavs and where they are now. Wiki agrees that both Belarus and Russia are Slavs. If we;re both wrong, feel free to correct!
This was a birthday present for a friend of mine who LOOOOOVES Russia/America. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not embarrassed for it either. lol. I enjoyed it~
First: AsaKiku. They're in a band and... on a trip in the middle of the night. There are hand checks for a reason. B)
Second: Russia/America FLAVORED. America saves Russia from Belarus!
Kiku gave a little shudder, opening his mouth as Arthur bit his lip. He felt a tongue shove itself in his mouth and he leaned back until he hit the window. But Arthur kept coming, moving over seats until he shared the seat with him. He leaned forward, pressing his body against the smaller boy. Kiku was forced to lean back even more, the arm rest digging into this back painfully. The blond pulled away suddenly, catching his breath. Kiku did the same, only wiping his mouth and looking away to blush.
"What time is it?" Kiku checked his cellphone; blinding himself with the screen.
"F-Five in the morning A-Arthur-san." The blond gave a little grunt and looked over the bus seats around them.
Both teens were currently on their band trip and were driving in the middle of the night to their destination so the lights were off while the other teens slept, giving people like Arthur the chance to have Kiku all to himself.
There was barely any warning before he kissed the Japanese again. Kiku groaned softly into his mouth, hands pushing lightly on his chest in a half-hearted attempt to stop. Arthur grabbed his hands and held them away; the other hand of his he moved to rest on Kiku's thigh, too close for comfort to the brunette. With a smirk, Arthur quickly moved his hand to palm Kiku's crotch. The teen moved his hips to edge into the touch more, breaking the kiss as he concentrated on his bottom half.
"Do you like that?" Arthur whispered, moving to bite on Kiku's earlobe. The boy panted, his hips halfway off the seat as he tried to edge into the touch. "Tell me Kiku..." he whispered. Kiku blearily looked up at green eyes half hidden in the dark. He said nothing, opening his mouth as the hand on his crotch started to squeeze.
"A-Arthur-san...!" he gasped out. Looking at the blond above him, he wasn't surprised to see him smiling somewhat, like a half sleepy Chesire cat.
"Say something Kiku." The hand moved to pick at the edge of his pants. There was a small gasp before the hand was in his pants, rubbing and grabbing and touching and
"Ahhnn. A-Arth..." Kiku pushed lightly on the arm near him.
"Speak up Kiku. The rest of the bus can't hear your voice." The Japanese gave a little noise, closing his mouth. Arthur leaned forward, ready to whisper and tease the other into submission when a light was flashed in his eyes.
His hand tore out of Kiku's pants to cover his eyes, yelling all the while at the light. He blinked several times before he was dragged out of his seat with another flashlight joining the first. He didn't register the voices until his hand was pulled away from his face. There were more loud chorus of yelling but by the time Arthur's eyes adjusted, he was in another seat, the flashlights were gone and he found himself sitting next to a very grumpy Sadiq.
Kiku's hair was being petted by his slightly drunk brother as Arthur was moved forcefully. "Don't sit next to him again aru." Yao murmured, slurring his words slightly. The younger gave a little nod before Heracles was shuffled into the empty seat. He took one look at Kiku before falling asleep into his lap to snore. Kiku gave a little jump and attempted to move the Greek, but it was no use.
After 3 minutes of trying, he gave up and resettled himself into the seat, forcing himself to both relive and forget.
---
My first attempt at Pron. I'll never do it again. I swear.
But this is also a semi-true story. My old band did handchecks where in the middle of the trip/night/whenever was fun, the bus' main lights/flashlights were turned on and everybody had to raise their hands to prove that they weren't in someone's pants or something.
WELL APPARENTLY, some kids failed the hand check (before my time). I heard that as soon as they got to the hotel, they parents were called and they were sent home. Trippy man.
--- 2ND!----
Because America liked to get away for weekends, he was sometimes never available. But that never stopped people from trying to find him.
Like now, for instance.
Russia ran through the snowy hills of the tundra, panic written all over his face as he looked over his shoulder. He couldn't see anything in the near darkness but that didn't mean that something wasn't there...
He ran faster, barreling into trees and through bushes. He tripped over a something and fell... just in time to hear it in the wind blowing behind him. Брат...! Брат!* it called out, haunting.
Russia gave a little scream and started to bury himself in the snow. "Go away Belarus!" he yelled, halfway through throwing snow on himself. There was silence before he felt a vice-like grip on his ankle.
"Why is brother buried in the snow?" Belarus asked as her brother flailed about on the ground. She ignored his yelling, pulling the Russian snow mound instead. "Brother should know better. Snow makes you sick, da?"
"Go away Belarus! Leave me aloneeee!"
There was no warning; a bullet flew past Belarus' arm and embedded itself in the snow. The siblings looked up to see America, standing at the top of a hill. He held his shotgun on his hip like a woman would her child. "Hey!" he yelled out. "Get off my property!" The Slovaks** blinked, confused before America seemed to catch himself.
"What are you doing in my house?" he asked, walking down the hill. Russia gave a little whimper toward the American. Belarus shook his foot to remind him that she was still there.
"Brother got lost in the snow. So I found him!" Belarus gave a little smile, like a child that had just found a nickel. Russia flailed his foot, which resulted in Belarus' grip getting tighter. This however, wasn't unnoticed by America, who cocked his gun and brought it up to point at Belarus.
"Let go of the commie Belarus." he said. The girl before him shook her head.
"нет! I'm taking brother-!" Another shot was fired, grazing Belarus' cheek. She looked scared for a second before letting go of the foot and running to the darkness of the trees. America loaded his gun again, as a precaution before helping up Russia, who was still cowering on the ground.
It took a few minutes for Russia to stop cowering, during which America scanned the forest again. "Thank you America!" That was America's only warning before Russia tackled him to the ground. America gave a yelp as he hit the ground, gun barrel poking dangerously close to his vital regions.
"Thank you thank you thank you thankyouthankyou! I love you America!" Russia giggled, rubbing his head on America's chest like a cat. America, in turn, squirmed and tried to wiggle the barrel out from from under him and get away from the Russian.
Too bad Russia never learnt how to let go.
---END NARF---
Брат - Brother in Google Translated Russian
I used the term Slovaks because I remember in my AP World History class, my teacher had this great powerpoint and lecture on Slavs and where they are now. Wiki agrees that both Belarus and Russia are Slavs. If we;re both wrong, feel free to correct!
This was a birthday present for a friend of mine who LOOOOOVES Russia/America. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not embarrassed for it either. lol. I enjoyed it~