[Axis Powers Hetalia] Shun (America/Japan)
Title: Shun
Author/Artist: halflight007
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America/Japan
Rating: PG
Warnings: gay, light foodplay, blindfolds, unbeta’d
Summary: Kiku gets Alfred to expand his culinary horizons.
Disclaimer: Himayura-sensei lets me play with them as long as I clean ‘em off before I give them back.
Author’s Notes: Also known as the “This Pairing Needs Moar Love” fanfic. I’m working on a bigger piece, but I hope this tiny tidbit will do for now.
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Alfred fidgets, and his fingers curl into his jeans. It’s strange to be blindfolded, makes him feel antsy and on-edge.
“Keep your hands where they are, Alfred-san.”
“Kiku -”
“Would you like me to bind your arms behind your back?”
Alfred whines, but licks his lips and stays still.
“It’s for your own good,” Kiku says, and Alfred hears him put something on the table. “Really, Alfred-san, hamburgers all the time? I shudder to think of what your taste buds must be like.”
“Kiku, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to -”
“Hush.” Kiku rests a thin, soft finger against his lips; Alfred tries to fight back the urge to nip and kiss it. “I want to show you how we eat here in Japan.”
Silence. Alfred hears the slight click of chopsticks on a plate.
“Here,” Kiku murmurs, “our food shifts with the seasons - for each one, a different taste.” He hears Kiku shift on the zabuton.
“This is what we eat in spring.”
Alfred gasps as he feels something press against his lips, and Kiku slides something past them and onto his tongue. Sweetness tingles on his tongue and spreads through his mouth, and Alfred takes time to chew it, consider the taste as he thinks of the name. “Loquat,” he finally says as he swallows the fruit.
“Very good.” Alfred leans a little bit forward, towards the sound of Kiku’s rustling kimono. “This is the taste of summer.”
Alfred opens his mouth and lets Kiku place something on his tongue. Spots of salt and bitterness explode on his tongue. “…Pickle,” Alfred says after a moment, and swallows.
“Nukazuke,” Kiku corrects, but Alfred can hear the smile pricking at the edge of Kiku’s lips. “This is one of my favorite autumn dishes.”
Alfred feels a spoon being pressed to his lips, something wet and warm pressing up. Alfred parts his lips and sips it in, tastes the thinness of broth and the meaty flavor. Mushrooms of some kind, he thinks, as he lets it slither down his throat.
“And this is the flavor of winter.” Alfred tastes rice and light, fleshy meat that he recognizes as a scallop after a few quick chews.
Alfred hears Kiku place the chopsticks in their holder. “Well?” he asks. “What do you think?”
Alfred licks his mouth; his tongue has never felt so alive, so dancing and sensitive. But they don’t taste quite right. Alfred shifts on his knees, moves closer. “They’re good,” Alfred says, “but I can’t help but think of something that tastes better.”
“…better?” Kiku asks, a frown in his voice, and Alfred hides his grin with a smile and stills his twitching fingers.
“Come in closer. I’ll tell you.”
A pause. Fabric rustles. “Yes?” Closer. Close, but not enough.”
“Closer.”
More rustles. “Yes?” A little breathless, a little quiet. Almost there.
“Closer.”
Once more Kiku shifts, and there; Alfred can feel the wisps of Kiku’s breath on his face. “Yes?” Kiku asks, his voice impatient. “What is it y -”
One of Alfred’s hands flies from his lap to wrap around Kiku’s shoulders while the other tears his blindfold off. Fingers tangle in dark hair, and Kiku manages one embarrassing yelp before Alfred’s lips cover his. His tongue pushes into Kiku’s mouth and -
Yes.
Alfred swears he can taste cherry blossoms floating on the air, seawater splayed against the shore on a hot day; he tastes the smoky, dry air of fall leaves and the cold, crisp taste of snowflakes. Alfred feels Kiku’s flavors shift, morph from one thing to another, like a widening circle - always coming back to the same infinite pattern.
Their kiss breaks off as Kiku tears his lips away; Alfred blinks as Kiku fists his fingers in Alfred’s shirt, glaring at the top button even as his face flushes. “Y-you have no sense of tact or manners!” he says, voice flustered. “I - I have never been so rudely assaulted, Alfred-san, I -”
“Kiku, that’s not a nice thing to say to your boyfriend.”
Kiku’s eyes widen, his head snapping up. “Y - you shouldn’t use such a vulgar term -”
Alfred’s hand comes up to cup Kiku’s chin, and he presses a finger to Kiku’s lips.
“This,” Alfred says with a grin as he traces the soft mouth. “This beats hamburgers any day.”
Kiku blushes again, but he doesn’t sputter as he lowers his eyes. “P-please don’t spew such nonsense,” he says.
Alfred smiles. “All right,” he agrees.
Then he swoops down and kisses Kiku’s mouth again to shut himself up.
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Endnotes: I swear that the next thing I write for these two will not be epic fail, gaiz. Also - title is from Wikipedia. “Shun” is apparently about the importance of seasonal foods in Japan. All the foods America ate are foods that, during the particular season Japan mentioned, are eaten during that season.
…I’m hoping I got it right anyway. .___.
Thanks for stopping by!
Author/Artist: halflight007
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America/Japan
Rating: PG
Warnings: gay, light foodplay, blindfolds, unbeta’d
Summary: Kiku gets Alfred to expand his culinary horizons.
Disclaimer: Himayura-sensei lets me play with them as long as I clean ‘em off before I give them back.
Author’s Notes: Also known as the “This Pairing Needs Moar Love” fanfic. I’m working on a bigger piece, but I hope this tiny tidbit will do for now.
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Alfred fidgets, and his fingers curl into his jeans. It’s strange to be blindfolded, makes him feel antsy and on-edge.
“Keep your hands where they are, Alfred-san.”
“Kiku -”
“Would you like me to bind your arms behind your back?”
Alfred whines, but licks his lips and stays still.
“It’s for your own good,” Kiku says, and Alfred hears him put something on the table. “Really, Alfred-san, hamburgers all the time? I shudder to think of what your taste buds must be like.”
“Kiku, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to -”
“Hush.” Kiku rests a thin, soft finger against his lips; Alfred tries to fight back the urge to nip and kiss it. “I want to show you how we eat here in Japan.”
Silence. Alfred hears the slight click of chopsticks on a plate.
“Here,” Kiku murmurs, “our food shifts with the seasons - for each one, a different taste.” He hears Kiku shift on the zabuton.
“This is what we eat in spring.”
Alfred gasps as he feels something press against his lips, and Kiku slides something past them and onto his tongue. Sweetness tingles on his tongue and spreads through his mouth, and Alfred takes time to chew it, consider the taste as he thinks of the name. “Loquat,” he finally says as he swallows the fruit.
“Very good.” Alfred leans a little bit forward, towards the sound of Kiku’s rustling kimono. “This is the taste of summer.”
Alfred opens his mouth and lets Kiku place something on his tongue. Spots of salt and bitterness explode on his tongue. “…Pickle,” Alfred says after a moment, and swallows.
“Nukazuke,” Kiku corrects, but Alfred can hear the smile pricking at the edge of Kiku’s lips. “This is one of my favorite autumn dishes.”
Alfred feels a spoon being pressed to his lips, something wet and warm pressing up. Alfred parts his lips and sips it in, tastes the thinness of broth and the meaty flavor. Mushrooms of some kind, he thinks, as he lets it slither down his throat.
“And this is the flavor of winter.” Alfred tastes rice and light, fleshy meat that he recognizes as a scallop after a few quick chews.
Alfred hears Kiku place the chopsticks in their holder. “Well?” he asks. “What do you think?”
Alfred licks his mouth; his tongue has never felt so alive, so dancing and sensitive. But they don’t taste quite right. Alfred shifts on his knees, moves closer. “They’re good,” Alfred says, “but I can’t help but think of something that tastes better.”
“…better?” Kiku asks, a frown in his voice, and Alfred hides his grin with a smile and stills his twitching fingers.
“Come in closer. I’ll tell you.”
A pause. Fabric rustles. “Yes?” Closer. Close, but not enough.”
“Closer.”
More rustles. “Yes?” A little breathless, a little quiet. Almost there.
“Closer.”
Once more Kiku shifts, and there; Alfred can feel the wisps of Kiku’s breath on his face. “Yes?” Kiku asks, his voice impatient. “What is it y -”
One of Alfred’s hands flies from his lap to wrap around Kiku’s shoulders while the other tears his blindfold off. Fingers tangle in dark hair, and Kiku manages one embarrassing yelp before Alfred’s lips cover his. His tongue pushes into Kiku’s mouth and -
Yes.
Alfred swears he can taste cherry blossoms floating on the air, seawater splayed against the shore on a hot day; he tastes the smoky, dry air of fall leaves and the cold, crisp taste of snowflakes. Alfred feels Kiku’s flavors shift, morph from one thing to another, like a widening circle - always coming back to the same infinite pattern.
Their kiss breaks off as Kiku tears his lips away; Alfred blinks as Kiku fists his fingers in Alfred’s shirt, glaring at the top button even as his face flushes. “Y-you have no sense of tact or manners!” he says, voice flustered. “I - I have never been so rudely assaulted, Alfred-san, I -”
“Kiku, that’s not a nice thing to say to your boyfriend.”
Kiku’s eyes widen, his head snapping up. “Y - you shouldn’t use such a vulgar term -”
Alfred’s hand comes up to cup Kiku’s chin, and he presses a finger to Kiku’s lips.
“This,” Alfred says with a grin as he traces the soft mouth. “This beats hamburgers any day.”
Kiku blushes again, but he doesn’t sputter as he lowers his eyes. “P-please don’t spew such nonsense,” he says.
Alfred smiles. “All right,” he agrees.
Then he swoops down and kisses Kiku’s mouth again to shut himself up.
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Endnotes: I swear that the next thing I write for these two will not be epic fail, gaiz. Also - title is from Wikipedia. “Shun” is apparently about the importance of seasonal foods in Japan. All the foods America ate are foods that, during the particular season Japan mentioned, are eaten during that season.
…I’m hoping I got it right anyway. .___.
Thanks for stopping by!