I'll Give It To Someone Special
Title: I'll Give It To Someone Special
Author: miezen
Recipient: eye0to0eye
Characters // Pairings: Russia/China, mentions of Belarus
Rating: R18
Summary: Yao decides Ivan is worth getting into the Christmas spirit for. And that Ivan has nice thighs.
Notes: I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind! I think it came out okay, but I've never written Russia or China before. It's also not beta'd properly because I ran out of time like whoa (tomorrow I'll be gone all day). I did proofread it, though.
Christmas wasn’t a particularly important holiday for Wang Yao. Being a nation that was not primarily Christian, it wasn’t a tradition that held much significance for him. Sure, there were Chinese people that celebrated Christmas, either the Christian minority or just people who were celebrating it for secular purposes, and Yao did like the sight of a Christmas tree or the sound of someone singing a Christmas carol, but he never did these things himself. This was why he was a bit nervous as he made his way to a shop that sold artificial Christmas trees.
Yao wouldn’t be bothering to get into the Christmas spirit, but there was a reason for this madness. There was someone that he was hoping to impress, and that someone loved Christmas very much. That someone was none other than Ivan Braginski. Russians adored Christmas, and Yao figured that would be the best time to try winning the nation he’d fallen for.
Yao hadn’t always liked Ivan. At first the bigger nation annoyed him. Yao was even somewhat afraid of Ivan at first; he’d heard stories of Ivan’s desires to annex all other nations, of how he was capable of cruelty, and of how he wasn’t quite right in the head. However, over the years of Yao attempting to avoid Ivan but being found anyway, he developed a sort of fondness for the other nation. He was rather strange, but he wasn’t as scary as Yao had initially thought. In fact, Ivan had an aura of a sort of childlike innocence. Much as he hated to admit it, Yao found this rather cute. Over time, that feeling turned into a crush. Now Yao was ready to confess, and what better time to do so than Christmas?
He spent hours in the shop deliberating what would be best. Fortunately, the store had everything he’d need in one location, so at least he wouldn’t be forced to search all over Shanghai for Christmas decorations. Debating between what looked best and what was cheapest and trying to strike a middle ground wasn’t easy, but eventually Yao pulled it off. He selected a large mock spruce tree and red, gold, and purple ornaments, a gold tree skirt and star for the top of the tree, a few strands of multicolor lights, a CD of the Nutcracker suite for mood music, and a few miscellaneous bits of décor for the rest of his front room, including mistletoe. That was crucial.
That outing had been three weeks in advance of Christmas, but Yao needed every minute of that time to get his decorations set up the way he liked. It was Christmas Eve now, and Yao had to go out and get supplies for dinner. He also got a wreath to hang on his front door. Lights would’ve been too much, he thought.
The old nation was absolutely giddy while getting the supplies for Christmas dinner. He was excited with how enthusiastically Ivan had accepted his invitation the week before. He was half expecting Ivan to have had other plans and all his Christmas decorating would have gone for naught. But quite the contrary, Ivan was bubbling with joy at the invitation. This would go over quite well, Yao was sure, and he whistled to himself as he purchased ham and sweet potatoes.
Finally, the day had come. Yao spent the morning like he would any other day. He wondered how Ivan was spending it. Was it a pleasant Christmas morning or-
Crash. Why had Yao’s door just slammed?
“Y-Yao! I’m sorry I’m so early, b-but…”
It was Ivan who had come charging through his door. He was now bolting it. Yao was too startled to even blink.
“Ivan…? Are you alright aru?”
“I’m so sorry, Yao….you see, Little Sister attempted to give me a wedding ring for Christmas and was chasing me throughout the house…Big Sister could barely restrain her…this was the only place I could come to escape”
The bigger nation looked rather sheepish. Though he acted like his younger sister terrified him, Yao got the feeling he did care for her, but just didn’t know how to ward off her advances. He just smiled at his guest.
“Ah…no, it’s okay aru. You’re welcome here. Just let me finish cooking dinner and make yourself at home until then aru.”
Yao made his escape to the kitchen from there. He wanted to be sure the timing was right, and being around Ivan for too long would result in that precision being thrown out the window.
Poor Yao was incredibly tense for the next few hours as he cooked dinner. Sure, he was an old nation with countless life experiences. Sure, he’d been in love and had lovers before. But what he was planning to do that night was new to him. He hummed to himself to calm his nerves as he finished cooking the meal and went about serving it.
“Ivan! Dinner’s ready!” he called from the dining room once he’d served up their plates.
Ivan looked up from the couch he’d been resting on before getting up and heading to the dining room. That was when he first noticed the brightly decorated Christmas tree; he’d been too preoccupied with catching his breath from what he’d escaped from. He was…surprised, to say the least. Getting invited over to Yao’s place for Christmas dinner had been surprising in itself; he knew Yao didn’t celebrate Christmas. But he had a Christmas tree…? Ivan was perplexed. What was going on?
“Ah….Yao? Forgive me if I’m being rude, but…I didn’t think you celebrated Christmas?”
Turning around, Yao saw Ivan blushing and nervous and confused, and he about melted.
“So cute aru” he muttered under his breath.
Ivan raised an eyebrow, but thankfully hadn’t heard what Yao had said. Smiling, Yao gave an explanation.
“Well uh…I knew this holiday was important to you aru. Decorations weren’t too expensive, so I figured I may as well, since I’d already invited you for dinner. Now come eat aru. The food will get cold”.
Ivan still looked puzzled, but obeyed and came into the dining room. Yao pulled out a chair for him and gestured for him to sit, then took the seat across from him. He waited anxiously for Ivan to take the first bite; he wasn’t used to making Western food. He tried to avoid staring, but watched out of the corner of his eye. His breath hitched as Ivan put his first bite of food into his mouth.
“Delicious!” Ivan announced cheerily once he’d swallowed. Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Once Ivan indicated that the food was, in fact, enjoyable and not a disappointment, Yao began eating what was on his own plate.
The dining table conversation between the pair was sparse. This was mostly because Yao was too preoccupied with acting as natural as possible and mentally coaching himself on what he was going to say. When Ivan took the last bite of his meal, Yao tensed. It was now or never.
“The meal was delicious, Yao. Thank you!” Ivan said, moving to get up.
“Ah-wait a minute!” Yao blurted. No turning back now.
“Hm?”
Ivan stopped. Yao froze. You can do it, Yao. You’ve lived over 4 thousand years! It’s just three words. Just do it aru!
“…ya tebya lyublyu” Yao mumbled.
“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. What was that, Yao?” Ivan replied, blinking.
That was it. Yao was nervous, but the frustration overcame his nerves.
“ya tebya lyublyu!” he practically shouted. Ivan was stunned.
“I love you! I don’t know why I do and I don’t want to! You scare me, you impersonate pandas to get near me, and it seems like you’re always lurking somewhere near me! But curse it all you’re cute and I can’t resist anymore!”
Yao was practically flailing by the time he finished his confession-turned tirade. Once he realized this he immediately went still, his cheeks a bit pink with embarrassment at how his emotions got the best of him. Ivan, however, was smiling.
“You’re cute, too, Yao” he murmured.
Stunned, Yao’s eyes widened.
“What do you mean aru?”
“Exactly what I said,” came his cheery reply, “I’m not very good with how to interact with others. I admit I don’t really have any good examples of how to behave when I like someone…”
He looked a bit sheepish and blushy.
“So cute aru” Yao mumbled. He stood up and wrapped his arms around the other nation’s huge shoulders. Now Yao had the upper hand, and he was back into familiar territory.
“I can show you how to love if you let me,” he whispered in Ivan’s ear. He shivered, but Yao had enough experience to know that it was a good shiver rather than a bad one. He nipped at Ivan’s earlobe while he busied his hands with unbuttoning Ivan’s coat, then the shirt underneath.
Ivan, meanwhile, was stunned. Part of him didn’t fully register that Yao’s confession was real or that he meant it, so suddenly having the smaller but elder nation behind him and undressing him was a shock. However, it was very welcome, so Ivan made no attempt to stop what was happening.
Not much for dirty talk, Yao went silent once he succeeded in removing Ivan’s coat - he opted to leave the button down shirt on but open - and let his hands dive lower to unbutton his pants. Ivan tilted his head upward to steal a kiss. He was inexperienced at kissing, Yao noted, but not bad. He tasted vodka in the kiss as well as the sweetness of the ham glaze. Ivan had gotten so lost in the kiss that he didn’t even realize that Yao had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants until he’d slipped his hand inside and pulled out Ivan’s half hardened cock. Ivan broke the kiss with a gasp as Yao began stroking.
Yao coaxed Ivan to stand up, then moved his chair out of the way. Ivan whimpered when Yao let go of his cock and stepped away from him in order to clear the table, which he did as fast as possible.
“It’s not appealing to do this sort of thing while staring at table scraps aru” he explained to Ivan, who was looking at him quizzically.
Ivan wasn’t given an opportunity to reply. Before he knew it, the older nation was behind him again, one hand skillfully stroking his erection while the other unfastened his own pants. Yao was hard at this point as well. Once he’d pulled his own cock free, he yanked Ivan’s pants down. Gazing at Ivan’s thighs, Yao licked his lips. Oh yes, he knew what needed to be done with those incredible thighs.
“Bend over” he purred in Ivan’s ear. It didn’t even cross his mind to do anything else or ask a question. He grew slightly impatient and squirmed while Yao grabbed a bottle of massage oil from a cabinet-he had something like that in every room for his various muscle aches. Yao licked his lips again as he watched the other nation wiggling his hips in anticipation.
“So impatient aru”
Yao chuckled to himself, very proud of how fast he was able to turn things around. He pressed up behind Ivan again, letting him feel his erect cock pressing into his ass. Ivan groaned, reaching down to stroke himself, but Yao swatted his hand away.
“Relax…Let me take care of you” he breathed in Ivan’s ear.
Yao poured about a quarter-width dollop of oil into his palm, then slathered it onto his cock. He gave Ivan’s thighs another lusty glance.
“Squeeze your legs together”
Ivan raised an eyebrow, but complied. When he felt the head of Yao’s cock nudge at the backs of his thighs, he understood. Bending forward a little more, Ivan waited for Yao to finish slipping his cock between his thighs. Soon he was squirming again. How did Yao take his time like this when getting ready to have sex?
Yao allowed himself a sigh of pleasure as he slid his cock between Ivan’s thighs. He held still until Ivan began squirming beneath him. Once Ivan got to that point, Yao began to thrust. Still merciless in his teasing, he began painfully slow.
“Nngh…Yao, please…” Ivan finally gave up and begged.
“So cute aru” Yao replied softly. He obliged the bigger nation’s request, thrusting faster and reaching around to stroke his cock again.
They found their rhythm pretty quickly, Yao thrusting his hips at a moderate pace and stroking Ivan’s cock at the same speed while Ivan rocked his hips a little bit slower. Yao found himself wishing he had a mirror at the other end of the dining table; he was sure Ivan looked far more delicious than their Christmas dinner, bent over the table with his arms splayed out in front of him and his hips up in the air while Yao fucked him.
“Ah…Yao, I’m…” Ivan flushed at what he was saying. Yao smiled, bending down to Ivan’s ear.
“We’ll finish, then” he murmured, nibbling the top of Ivan’s ear.
He stroked Ivan faster and upped the speed of his own thrusts as well. Ivan gave a low groan as he came, spilling a little semen on Yao’s dinner table. Yao came soon after, covering Ivan’s thighs in his cum. Yao guided them both to take a seat on the floor. He wasn’t in the mood to clean up yet.
“ya tebya lyublyu” Yao whispered one more time, stroking Ivan’s cheek.
“ya tebya lyublyu” Ivan returned, turning his head to press a kiss to Yao’s lips.
Author: miezen
Recipient: eye0to0eye
Characters // Pairings: Russia/China, mentions of Belarus
Rating: R18
Summary: Yao decides Ivan is worth getting into the Christmas spirit for. And that Ivan has nice thighs.
Notes: I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind! I think it came out okay, but I've never written Russia or China before. It's also not beta'd properly because I ran out of time like whoa (tomorrow I'll be gone all day). I did proofread it, though.
Christmas wasn’t a particularly important holiday for Wang Yao. Being a nation that was not primarily Christian, it wasn’t a tradition that held much significance for him. Sure, there were Chinese people that celebrated Christmas, either the Christian minority or just people who were celebrating it for secular purposes, and Yao did like the sight of a Christmas tree or the sound of someone singing a Christmas carol, but he never did these things himself. This was why he was a bit nervous as he made his way to a shop that sold artificial Christmas trees.
Yao wouldn’t be bothering to get into the Christmas spirit, but there was a reason for this madness. There was someone that he was hoping to impress, and that someone loved Christmas very much. That someone was none other than Ivan Braginski. Russians adored Christmas, and Yao figured that would be the best time to try winning the nation he’d fallen for.
Yao hadn’t always liked Ivan. At first the bigger nation annoyed him. Yao was even somewhat afraid of Ivan at first; he’d heard stories of Ivan’s desires to annex all other nations, of how he was capable of cruelty, and of how he wasn’t quite right in the head. However, over the years of Yao attempting to avoid Ivan but being found anyway, he developed a sort of fondness for the other nation. He was rather strange, but he wasn’t as scary as Yao had initially thought. In fact, Ivan had an aura of a sort of childlike innocence. Much as he hated to admit it, Yao found this rather cute. Over time, that feeling turned into a crush. Now Yao was ready to confess, and what better time to do so than Christmas?
He spent hours in the shop deliberating what would be best. Fortunately, the store had everything he’d need in one location, so at least he wouldn’t be forced to search all over Shanghai for Christmas decorations. Debating between what looked best and what was cheapest and trying to strike a middle ground wasn’t easy, but eventually Yao pulled it off. He selected a large mock spruce tree and red, gold, and purple ornaments, a gold tree skirt and star for the top of the tree, a few strands of multicolor lights, a CD of the Nutcracker suite for mood music, and a few miscellaneous bits of décor for the rest of his front room, including mistletoe. That was crucial.
That outing had been three weeks in advance of Christmas, but Yao needed every minute of that time to get his decorations set up the way he liked. It was Christmas Eve now, and Yao had to go out and get supplies for dinner. He also got a wreath to hang on his front door. Lights would’ve been too much, he thought.
The old nation was absolutely giddy while getting the supplies for Christmas dinner. He was excited with how enthusiastically Ivan had accepted his invitation the week before. He was half expecting Ivan to have had other plans and all his Christmas decorating would have gone for naught. But quite the contrary, Ivan was bubbling with joy at the invitation. This would go over quite well, Yao was sure, and he whistled to himself as he purchased ham and sweet potatoes.
Finally, the day had come. Yao spent the morning like he would any other day. He wondered how Ivan was spending it. Was it a pleasant Christmas morning or-
Crash. Why had Yao’s door just slammed?
“Y-Yao! I’m sorry I’m so early, b-but…”
It was Ivan who had come charging through his door. He was now bolting it. Yao was too startled to even blink.
“Ivan…? Are you alright aru?”
“I’m so sorry, Yao….you see, Little Sister attempted to give me a wedding ring for Christmas and was chasing me throughout the house…Big Sister could barely restrain her…this was the only place I could come to escape”
The bigger nation looked rather sheepish. Though he acted like his younger sister terrified him, Yao got the feeling he did care for her, but just didn’t know how to ward off her advances. He just smiled at his guest.
“Ah…no, it’s okay aru. You’re welcome here. Just let me finish cooking dinner and make yourself at home until then aru.”
Yao made his escape to the kitchen from there. He wanted to be sure the timing was right, and being around Ivan for too long would result in that precision being thrown out the window.
Poor Yao was incredibly tense for the next few hours as he cooked dinner. Sure, he was an old nation with countless life experiences. Sure, he’d been in love and had lovers before. But what he was planning to do that night was new to him. He hummed to himself to calm his nerves as he finished cooking the meal and went about serving it.
“Ivan! Dinner’s ready!” he called from the dining room once he’d served up their plates.
Ivan looked up from the couch he’d been resting on before getting up and heading to the dining room. That was when he first noticed the brightly decorated Christmas tree; he’d been too preoccupied with catching his breath from what he’d escaped from. He was…surprised, to say the least. Getting invited over to Yao’s place for Christmas dinner had been surprising in itself; he knew Yao didn’t celebrate Christmas. But he had a Christmas tree…? Ivan was perplexed. What was going on?
“Ah….Yao? Forgive me if I’m being rude, but…I didn’t think you celebrated Christmas?”
Turning around, Yao saw Ivan blushing and nervous and confused, and he about melted.
“So cute aru” he muttered under his breath.
Ivan raised an eyebrow, but thankfully hadn’t heard what Yao had said. Smiling, Yao gave an explanation.
“Well uh…I knew this holiday was important to you aru. Decorations weren’t too expensive, so I figured I may as well, since I’d already invited you for dinner. Now come eat aru. The food will get cold”.
Ivan still looked puzzled, but obeyed and came into the dining room. Yao pulled out a chair for him and gestured for him to sit, then took the seat across from him. He waited anxiously for Ivan to take the first bite; he wasn’t used to making Western food. He tried to avoid staring, but watched out of the corner of his eye. His breath hitched as Ivan put his first bite of food into his mouth.
“Delicious!” Ivan announced cheerily once he’d swallowed. Yao breathed a sigh of relief. Once Ivan indicated that the food was, in fact, enjoyable and not a disappointment, Yao began eating what was on his own plate.
The dining table conversation between the pair was sparse. This was mostly because Yao was too preoccupied with acting as natural as possible and mentally coaching himself on what he was going to say. When Ivan took the last bite of his meal, Yao tensed. It was now or never.
“The meal was delicious, Yao. Thank you!” Ivan said, moving to get up.
“Ah-wait a minute!” Yao blurted. No turning back now.
“Hm?”
Ivan stopped. Yao froze. You can do it, Yao. You’ve lived over 4 thousand years! It’s just three words. Just do it aru!
“…ya tebya lyublyu” Yao mumbled.
“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. What was that, Yao?” Ivan replied, blinking.
That was it. Yao was nervous, but the frustration overcame his nerves.
“ya tebya lyublyu!” he practically shouted. Ivan was stunned.
“I love you! I don’t know why I do and I don’t want to! You scare me, you impersonate pandas to get near me, and it seems like you’re always lurking somewhere near me! But curse it all you’re cute and I can’t resist anymore!”
Yao was practically flailing by the time he finished his confession-turned tirade. Once he realized this he immediately went still, his cheeks a bit pink with embarrassment at how his emotions got the best of him. Ivan, however, was smiling.
“You’re cute, too, Yao” he murmured.
Stunned, Yao’s eyes widened.
“What do you mean aru?”
“Exactly what I said,” came his cheery reply, “I’m not very good with how to interact with others. I admit I don’t really have any good examples of how to behave when I like someone…”
He looked a bit sheepish and blushy.
“So cute aru” Yao mumbled. He stood up and wrapped his arms around the other nation’s huge shoulders. Now Yao had the upper hand, and he was back into familiar territory.
“I can show you how to love if you let me,” he whispered in Ivan’s ear. He shivered, but Yao had enough experience to know that it was a good shiver rather than a bad one. He nipped at Ivan’s earlobe while he busied his hands with unbuttoning Ivan’s coat, then the shirt underneath.
Ivan, meanwhile, was stunned. Part of him didn’t fully register that Yao’s confession was real or that he meant it, so suddenly having the smaller but elder nation behind him and undressing him was a shock. However, it was very welcome, so Ivan made no attempt to stop what was happening.
Not much for dirty talk, Yao went silent once he succeeded in removing Ivan’s coat - he opted to leave the button down shirt on but open - and let his hands dive lower to unbutton his pants. Ivan tilted his head upward to steal a kiss. He was inexperienced at kissing, Yao noted, but not bad. He tasted vodka in the kiss as well as the sweetness of the ham glaze. Ivan had gotten so lost in the kiss that he didn’t even realize that Yao had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants until he’d slipped his hand inside and pulled out Ivan’s half hardened cock. Ivan broke the kiss with a gasp as Yao began stroking.
Yao coaxed Ivan to stand up, then moved his chair out of the way. Ivan whimpered when Yao let go of his cock and stepped away from him in order to clear the table, which he did as fast as possible.
“It’s not appealing to do this sort of thing while staring at table scraps aru” he explained to Ivan, who was looking at him quizzically.
Ivan wasn’t given an opportunity to reply. Before he knew it, the older nation was behind him again, one hand skillfully stroking his erection while the other unfastened his own pants. Yao was hard at this point as well. Once he’d pulled his own cock free, he yanked Ivan’s pants down. Gazing at Ivan’s thighs, Yao licked his lips. Oh yes, he knew what needed to be done with those incredible thighs.
“Bend over” he purred in Ivan’s ear. It didn’t even cross his mind to do anything else or ask a question. He grew slightly impatient and squirmed while Yao grabbed a bottle of massage oil from a cabinet-he had something like that in every room for his various muscle aches. Yao licked his lips again as he watched the other nation wiggling his hips in anticipation.
“So impatient aru”
Yao chuckled to himself, very proud of how fast he was able to turn things around. He pressed up behind Ivan again, letting him feel his erect cock pressing into his ass. Ivan groaned, reaching down to stroke himself, but Yao swatted his hand away.
“Relax…Let me take care of you” he breathed in Ivan’s ear.
Yao poured about a quarter-width dollop of oil into his palm, then slathered it onto his cock. He gave Ivan’s thighs another lusty glance.
“Squeeze your legs together”
Ivan raised an eyebrow, but complied. When he felt the head of Yao’s cock nudge at the backs of his thighs, he understood. Bending forward a little more, Ivan waited for Yao to finish slipping his cock between his thighs. Soon he was squirming again. How did Yao take his time like this when getting ready to have sex?
Yao allowed himself a sigh of pleasure as he slid his cock between Ivan’s thighs. He held still until Ivan began squirming beneath him. Once Ivan got to that point, Yao began to thrust. Still merciless in his teasing, he began painfully slow.
“Nngh…Yao, please…” Ivan finally gave up and begged.
“So cute aru” Yao replied softly. He obliged the bigger nation’s request, thrusting faster and reaching around to stroke his cock again.
They found their rhythm pretty quickly, Yao thrusting his hips at a moderate pace and stroking Ivan’s cock at the same speed while Ivan rocked his hips a little bit slower. Yao found himself wishing he had a mirror at the other end of the dining table; he was sure Ivan looked far more delicious than their Christmas dinner, bent over the table with his arms splayed out in front of him and his hips up in the air while Yao fucked him.
“Ah…Yao, I’m…” Ivan flushed at what he was saying. Yao smiled, bending down to Ivan’s ear.
“We’ll finish, then” he murmured, nibbling the top of Ivan’s ear.
He stroked Ivan faster and upped the speed of his own thrusts as well. Ivan gave a low groan as he came, spilling a little semen on Yao’s dinner table. Yao came soon after, covering Ivan’s thighs in his cum. Yao guided them both to take a seat on the floor. He wasn’t in the mood to clean up yet.
“ya tebya lyublyu” Yao whispered one more time, stroking Ivan’s cheek.
“ya tebya lyublyu” Ivan returned, turning his head to press a kiss to Yao’s lips.