Just the Way You Are - Giripan
Title: Just the Way You Are
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: Giripan (Greece/Japan)
Rating: R-18
Warnings: Nekojin Smut
Summary: When Greece rolls over in bed, he doesn't expect the whole array of surprises that come with a little black kitten.
Greece usually slept past morning, so Japan's absence wasn't too strange. He rolled over slightly in his bed, taking in the smell of his lover as he slowly woke. He finches at the sound of a yelp from under the bedcovers and pulled back the blankets. There, with wide chocolate eyes staring up at the nation, was a little black cat. He seemed more somber than agitated about being crushed under Greece's weight and allowed the nation to scratch him softly between the ears. "Well, aren't you cute," he mumbled with a soft smile. "I've never seen you before. Are you a stray? Did you crawl in when I wasn't looking? Let me get you some milk."
Greece moved to stand, but the cat batted a paw at him and mewled incessantly. Greece was well attuned to what his cats wanted, but he took the cat's actions as a cry for attention rather than what their true purpose was: to tell Greece that the cute kitten was merely his lover, Japan. Greece plopped back down on the bed, continuing to scratch Japan behind his ears. "Oh, stop! You're going to make all the other cats jealous if I have to pet you all the time!"
Greece smiled and picked up the black cat. Much to Japan's frustration, he continued to pet him and give him multitudes of attention. Greece stepped into his kitchen, pouring milk from the fridge into a small bowl. A cluster of cats crawled close at the smell f milk, but Greece shooed them. "I'll feed you tonight. This little stray needs milk to grow. He's a bit scrawny, poor thing."
Japan sighed and wrinkled his nose at the milk. He did not want to drink it, but didn’t want it to go to waste. He looked down at the other cats, meowing lustfully at the pungent smell of lactose. In one swoop, Japan knocked the dish to the ground, watching it clatter and spill. The other cats gleefully lapped at the puddle of milk, but Greece sighed in disappointment. "Kitty, you were supposed to drink it! I know you wanted to share, but you still did a bad, bad thing." He wanted to be mad, but the cat's big brown eyes made him weakly smile. "How could I be mad at you?"
Japan groaned as Greece lifted him again, carrying him back towards the bedroom. "I wonder where Japan is? He was here last night, and he wouldn't have left without a note." He lifted Japan by his underarms and looked at his furry face. "What do you think, kitty? Oh, you are too cute! You're like my love Japan, but in a cat form. You have the same big brown eyes and everything! I have the perfect idea for you."
Greece trotted off contentedly, Japan bouncing nonplussed in his arms. They entered the bedroom again, and Greece deposited the cat onto the bed. He searched through his dresser drawer until he found what he was looking for: a big red bow. Japan was unamused, but did not fight against the wretched bow because Greece looked exceedingly happy. When he was done tying the bow, Greece stepped back to admire his handiwork. Japan batted angrily at the bow, not liking its tightness in the slightest. Greece frowned and said, "Aw, you don't like it? Alright, I'll take it off. Let me get a picture for Japan first! He'll think it's adorable. Keep it on for just a minute! Let me get my camera."
When he exited the room, Japan tried furiously to remove the bow. It seemed to get tighter and tighter as he struggled, and to his shock (and relief) his meows turned into grunts and his paws transformed into scrabbling fingers. Greece opened the door, holding his camera and saying, "Okay, kitty, sit... Still?"
The scene before him was stranger than any he had seen before. Where the kitten once lay was Japan, naked except for the ribbon tied at his neck with his legs splayed in a braced position and his pale skin flushed and slick with sweat. His face was contorted in agony, and he panted heavily with short gasps and moans on his breath. The most shocking part of the scenario, however, was the pair of ears perched on his head, flicking with a strikingly realistic movement, and the swishing tail that grew from his spine and wrapped around a bare thigh. Greece dropped his camera to the floor and gasped, "Japan? What's going on?"
Japan opened his mouth to speak, but gagged and spluttered, pawing furiously at the bow around his neck. Greece rushed to his side, loosening the bow. Panting to catch his breath, Japan fell into Greece’s lap. He spluttered, “A-arigato. Please, don’t do that to me again.”
“Never! I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt you.” He paused, listening to the slowing pace of Japan’s breaths and watching the cathartic swish of Japan’s tail. “What’s with the ears and tail, Japan? They’re quite, erm, attractive I must say, but they’re not exactly normal.”
Japan raised his head from Greece’s lap, and sat on his knees facing his lover. “I was visiting with Igirisu before coming here. I entered his study to say goodbye early, but he must have not realized when I was leaving because he was performing some sort of black magic. I startled him, and he turned around quickly. I was hit my some sort of purple light, but it had no effect on me. I guess when I fell asleep last night it turned me into a kitty. It must be wearing off right now.”
Greece touched his lover’s face, eliciting a slight purr from the “nekojin” as his beloved would call it. He continued to run his palms over Japan’s head, stroking his ebony hair and resting with his hands gingerly cupping soft, porcelain cheeks. All the while, Japan purred, showing his animalistic side. “I love you, Japan. It doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a cat. You’re beautiful and wonderful. Please let me show you how much I love you.”
Greece kissed the tips of Japan’s cat ears, causing the smaller man to shudder. Greece pushed Japan onto his back and hovered over him, hands braced on either side of the Asian. Japan blushed cutely, embarrassed by his exposed position. Greece couldn’t help himself what with the way Japan’s face contorted and ears drooped with embarrassment. He leaned down and captured Japan’s lips, pressing into them with a never-before expressed vigor. Japan moaned. Greece had always been more experienced with sex, and all Japan knew how to do was moan in pleasure. It didn’t seem like Greece minded much. He enjoyed having a kitten to pamper and wanted his lover to feel utmost satisfaction.
Greece’s lips dipped down, sucking and licking at Japan’s inexperienced mouth. The Greek inched downward, nipping along the already exposed skin. Every touch was like a burn, traveling down to Japan’s navel. Greece smirked, knowing Japan still had cat-like instincts, and ran the tips of his fingers over Japan’s flat stomach, leaving butterfly kisses in patterns around his navel. Japan gleefully mewled and purred, life springing into his drooping ears. Greece smiled softly and leaned forward to whisper into Japan’s human ear, “Would this kitty like some milk from his master?”
Japan squirmed and cried, “Yes. I am happy with anything master gives me.”
Greece liked this kinkier side of Japan. He stripped out of his shirt and pants, leaving himself as naked as his beloved. Japan moaned as Greece stroked his burning arousal and let out a sharp cry as one digit was inserted into his entrance. He could never get used to the sudden pain of the first dive, despite the knowledge that pain turned quickly to pleasure. One digit turned to two, scissoring rhythmically. Japan’s tail quivered as a spark of ecstasy traveled up his spine, and Greece, taking notice of this, pounded harder, kissing his Asian lover passionately on his shaking lips.
When Greece had finished preparing Japan, he helped his beloved ease onto his elbows and knees. It was strange for there to be a tail swishing around Japan’s rear, but Greece did not care. It was new and exciting, the combination of his two most cherished things: cats and Japan. Taking hold of Japan’s waist, Greece pushed in, bobbing rhythmically as Japan moaned with a purring undertone. It was strange for Greece to feel a tail thwacking against his thigh, but he didn’t care. Underneath him was the most gorgeous “nekojin”, and he refused to let the opportunity slip away. Greece leaned forward, still inserted in Japan, and let the fur of the tail stroke against his chest. He kissed Japan’s ears, both human and feline, and nuzzled his smooth black hair. “Greece, please!” Japan purred, struggling with the pleasure of having Greece inside him. “I’m so close, Greece-san. Please, finish me.”
Greece obliged, striking gold as he plunged into Japan. The smaller man cried out in a blur of white, gasping for breath after his release. Only a few haphazard pumps later, Greece followed suit, expelling his own orgasm and flopping onto the bed next to his worn out lover. Japan’s ears and tail were shrinking into his head and spine respectively, disappearing as if they had never been there from the beginning. Japan felt his head, slightly somber. “I’m somewhat sad. I know you liked my ears. I would be devastated if their disappearance saddened you.”
Greece leaned forward, cupping Japan’s cheek softly with the tired bliss of a truly happy man. “It doesn’t matter if you have ears or not, Japan. I love you no matter what. I love you just the way you are.”