[Hetalia] I'll Always Take Care of You
Well, here's a bit of a new direction for me. >.> I make no excuses besides the fact that it just seems to work for this fandom, and I love it so. <3 Don't judge, and don't read it if it isn't your thing.
Title: I'll Always Take Care of You
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Warnings: Mpreg (!), sex, use of human names between characters
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: UK/US
Summary: Four months have passed since America discovered that he was expecting, and every day makes England realize just how much he loves the changes taking place to his lover's body. Especially America's increased sex drive.
Subtle movement fluttered at the edge of his awareness, slowly coaxing him up from the depths of sleep. Bed springs shifted, the soft creak accompanied by the whisper of sheets and a soft sigh from his lover; the spell of sleep finally broke, and a pair of sleepy green eyes opened to the darkness.
Never much of a heavy sleeper, recent days found England rousing with greater ease at those faint movements, ever since...
England smiled to no one in particular, one arm snaking out to drape back over the still form of his bedmate and curl around him. Ever since that fateful day about four months ago, he thought to himself, that day when I found out that everything would be changing. Calloused fingers snuck under the edge of the thin t-shirt America had worn to bed, splaying over the firm, round mound of his stomach. Five months along with their child, and England was positively in love with the changes slowly taking place to his lover; sure, he could live without the hormonal roller coasters, but America practically *glowed*. "So beautiful," he murmured against the nape of the younger man's neck, gifting it with a kiss.
America stiffened in his arms. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Mm, it's okay," England hummed sleepily, his touch soothing against his lover's warm skin. "What's wrong, love?"
The younger blonde fiddled with the sheet, shifting restlessly. "I, uh..." Teeth worrying at his bottom lip, America turned his face into the pillow in an attempt to hide his flushed cheeks. "It's nothing."
Emerald eyes darkening in concern, England sits up, eyes skating over America's curled form as if searching for clues. "Are you sure? Is the baby keeping you up? Does something hurt? Do you want me to call-"
Chuckling wryly, America wove his fingers together with the ones resting over his abdomen, squeezing affectionately. "Hey, no, no, I'm fine! We're both fine, old man. I mean... well. It's just... Ah, dammit." Squeezing the older man's hand once more, he gently dragged their hands down over his taunt stomach, down to... oh.
Oh. England's cheeks lit up as well, feeling the heavy curve of arousal against his palm.
"Yeah, see? These shitty hormones drive me nuts sometimes, 'specially when all I wanna do is sleep." Pulling England's hand to his lips for a kiss, the younger man sighed and sat up with a groan. "I'll be back in a minute, okay? I'll just take care of things-" He paused, the hand on his arm keeping him from standing. Blue eyes searched green in the faint moonlight glowing through the window. "What?"
"Come back down here, you silly git." That hand tugged America back down into his arms, gently maneuvering the younger Nation until his front is snuggled against England's. It's incredible, feeling his lover's need and their child pressed against him all at once. Brushing the hair from America's face, England's lips press warm kisses along the line of his jaw, tongue flickering out to tease here and there. "Where do you think you're going? I'm right here."
"But it's the middle of the night-"
"Shhh..." Hand smoothing down the curve of America's spine, the older man cupped his lover's rear and rocked their hips together, earning himself a low, grateful moan. "We're both awake, and there's no sense wasting a good thing. Besides," England purred, mouthing at the indentation just over his lover's collarbone, "seeing you like this gets me right randy."
"G-God." America's hands crept up England's back, curling in his hair as the younger Nation gasped, hips jerking with each touch of that skilled tongue. "It's just so embarrassing, being horny all the fucking time. I feel like- a-ah! -like all I do is try and get in your pants."
"You don't see me complaining, now, do you?" England nuzzled at the hard nubs of America's nipples through his shirt. "Now, what is it you want? Should I suck you off?" America's breath hitched at this, the curve of his erection pressing just that much more insistently against England's thigh. "Or is there something else you'd like...?"
"Yeah," America breathed, not even needing a chance to think as he buried his nose in soft blonde locks that the moon washed to platinum. "I want you inside me. I've been thinking about it ever since I woke up." He inhaled, taking in the scent of his lover's shampoo. "I... I wanna ride you, while I still can. It won't be too much longer 'til I'll be too big for that kind of horseplay."
England pulled back just enough to take in the crooked smile on America's lips, lips on a young face that looked even younger without glasses to mask those rich, blue eyes. He'd raised this child, watched him grow into an amazing (if sometimes obnoxious) young man, and now... now he watched him swell with a child of their own. The older man's chest tightened; he was overcome with the sheer incredibility of it all. "Okay," he whispered, fingertips brushing over America's face, "let's do that."
Rolling away to find the small bottle they kept stashed on his nightstand, England watched his lover strip from the corner of his eye, tossing t-shirt and boxers over the side of the bed before settling back on his heels. They didn't need many words as England tossed the bottle to the younger man and stripped off his own boxers, spreading out on the bed and beckoning America to join him. Shifting one leg over the other's lap, America straddled him, leaning close for another kiss. "Wanna do the honors, old man?"
The slap echoed through the quiet room when England smacked his arse in reply, grumbling good-naturedly at the odd endearment. He held out his fingers for America to coat in lube, warming the liquid on his skin before reaching around the younger man and sliding his hand down along the cleft of his behind, until the puckered opening met with his fingertips. America moaned against his neck, reaching between them to slick England's growing arousal with wet fingers as his hips rocked back. His circling finger soon pressed inward, earning the older Nation a gasping cry as he breached that tight ring of muscle. "Oh fuck," America whimpered, biting his lip as his lover probed deeper and gently added another finger, and then a third, "I'm just so sensitive, I can barely stand it. I bet... I bet I could come from just your fingers."
"I know, my boy, I know. But hold on for me, all right?" Slipping free of the younger man's body, England's strong hands guided him into position; both hard now, both glistening with precome and lubricant, their arousals brushed together and forced pleasured sounds from the pair's lips. England couldn't help but stare as America rose on his knees, hovering over his lover's arousal with a face twisted with need. There was just something about America's abdomen, the way it curved with the promise of life, that sent heat flooding to England's groin. "C'mon," he rasped, "bloody well get on with it, then."
Too distracted to offer a retort, America simply steadied the older man's cock and slowly dropped himself down on it, letting gravity guide him down, down, sliding over that hardness until his ass was fully seated against England's pelvis. They'd been fucking like bunnies for weeks (England couldn't get enough of America's pregnant body, on top of the hormones), and now their coupling came easily, smoothly, bodies fitting perfectly together. Even so, America took a moment to adjust, brow furrowed, and the green-eyed man let his hands wander over the broad expanse of that firm chest. So beautiful... Pregnancy-darkened areolas begged for his touch, and England was more than happy to oblige them; America's low moan indicated just how very happy he was this with arrangement.
"Alfred," his lover murmured, rolling the hard nubs between his fingers, "are you all right?"
"Dammit, Arthur," the younger man pouted. "I am fine. I'm not going to break just 'cause I'm carrying our baby, so calm down, okay?"
And with that, ocean-blue eyes drifted closed, and America leaned back and began to move.
So began their dance. Hands braced on his partner's thighs, America found a slow, steady rhythm to start with, muscles gripping at England's cock as he slid over him. England watched, entranced by the subtle shift of well-toned muscles, the darkened flesh of his lover's arousal bouncing against his pale abdomen, the almost miraculous way their bodies joined and became one. He reached down to caress the skin where they connected, slick with fluids, before settling his hands on those slim hips to aid America's rise and fall.
"You're getting so big," England gasped out, hips thrusting up into that welcoming heat as his thumbs rubbed the curve of America's belly. "It's... it's gorgeous."
"That's all your fault, you know." The blue-eyed nation whimpered at a particularly well-placed thrust, his mouth hanging open. "Ahh! Makin' me fat. 'M never gonna forgive you."
England smacked his arse once more. "You're not fat, you bloody idiot."
"Mm." Too distracted to argue, America swiped at the sweat-dampened hair pasted to his forehead that threatened to veil his view. He loved the feeling of his lover sheathed within him, the way sweat beaded on England's brow and the way his chest shuddered with each pleasured groan; from the expression gracing the other's face, he wasn't the only one. That knowledge brought the heat gathering in his belly to a searing, throbbing knot. "Arthur..." he whispered, his rhythm faltering, "oh please, p-please... I'm close!"
One hand still guiding America's increasingly frantic thrusts, England slipped the other free to curl firmly around his partner's arousal. Smooth as velvet yet hard as steel, the hot flesh slid eagerly through his grasp, mirroring the way his length slid in and out of his more than willing lover. "C'mon," he said simply, not trusting his voice with any more words right then. Come for me, my love.
That gentle touch was all it took; that lithe body all but bucked at the contact, eyes the color of the sky opening almost impossibly wide before America simply *shattered*, arching in a way that was nothing less than pornographic as he finished with a keening wail.
England followed soon after, marking his lover from deep within.
They collapsed into a messy heap of sweaty, come-streaked limbs, hearts still racing though their bodies lay limp. Neither seemed concerned by the messy squelch of England pulling free, nor the warm flow of liquid that followed, too content to do anything but huddle together in the hazy afterglow.
"Alfred," the older man murmured after a while, arms curling protectively around the other. "Are you-"
"Mhm, shuddup." One of America's palms came up to lazily clap over England's mouth. "We are both just fine, daddy dearest."
England pushed the hand away, grumbling. "Cheeky monkey. See if I ever ask again."
"You will," the younger Nation sighed as England stretched to grab a handful of tissues and sop up the worst of the mess cooling between them. Shifting to a more comfortable position to accommodate his growing bulk, America idly rubbed a hand over the swell of his stomach, grinning sleepily as the island nation melted back against his side. "You always do."
Sleep was a determined mistress, and already England could see her hold tightening back over his sated lover; tugging a sheet over them both, he cradled America in his arms. "I suppose I do, don't I? Maybe you'd best get used to it, then."
A few minutes passed by in silence, both exhausted by their late night activity. "...Yeah," America mumbled eventually, just before his breathing evened out and his body relaxed back into sleep's embrace.
Somebody has to take care of the both of you, right?
Nothing would make England happier than to take that responsibility.
Title: I'll Always Take Care of You
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Warnings: Mpreg (!), sex, use of human names between characters
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: UK/US
Summary: Four months have passed since America discovered that he was expecting, and every day makes England realize just how much he loves the changes taking place to his lover's body. Especially America's increased sex drive.
Subtle movement fluttered at the edge of his awareness, slowly coaxing him up from the depths of sleep. Bed springs shifted, the soft creak accompanied by the whisper of sheets and a soft sigh from his lover; the spell of sleep finally broke, and a pair of sleepy green eyes opened to the darkness.
Never much of a heavy sleeper, recent days found England rousing with greater ease at those faint movements, ever since...
England smiled to no one in particular, one arm snaking out to drape back over the still form of his bedmate and curl around him. Ever since that fateful day about four months ago, he thought to himself, that day when I found out that everything would be changing. Calloused fingers snuck under the edge of the thin t-shirt America had worn to bed, splaying over the firm, round mound of his stomach. Five months along with their child, and England was positively in love with the changes slowly taking place to his lover; sure, he could live without the hormonal roller coasters, but America practically *glowed*. "So beautiful," he murmured against the nape of the younger man's neck, gifting it with a kiss.
America stiffened in his arms. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Mm, it's okay," England hummed sleepily, his touch soothing against his lover's warm skin. "What's wrong, love?"
The younger blonde fiddled with the sheet, shifting restlessly. "I, uh..." Teeth worrying at his bottom lip, America turned his face into the pillow in an attempt to hide his flushed cheeks. "It's nothing."
Emerald eyes darkening in concern, England sits up, eyes skating over America's curled form as if searching for clues. "Are you sure? Is the baby keeping you up? Does something hurt? Do you want me to call-"
Chuckling wryly, America wove his fingers together with the ones resting over his abdomen, squeezing affectionately. "Hey, no, no, I'm fine! We're both fine, old man. I mean... well. It's just... Ah, dammit." Squeezing the older man's hand once more, he gently dragged their hands down over his taunt stomach, down to... oh.
Oh. England's cheeks lit up as well, feeling the heavy curve of arousal against his palm.
"Yeah, see? These shitty hormones drive me nuts sometimes, 'specially when all I wanna do is sleep." Pulling England's hand to his lips for a kiss, the younger man sighed and sat up with a groan. "I'll be back in a minute, okay? I'll just take care of things-" He paused, the hand on his arm keeping him from standing. Blue eyes searched green in the faint moonlight glowing through the window. "What?"
"Come back down here, you silly git." That hand tugged America back down into his arms, gently maneuvering the younger Nation until his front is snuggled against England's. It's incredible, feeling his lover's need and their child pressed against him all at once. Brushing the hair from America's face, England's lips press warm kisses along the line of his jaw, tongue flickering out to tease here and there. "Where do you think you're going? I'm right here."
"But it's the middle of the night-"
"Shhh..." Hand smoothing down the curve of America's spine, the older man cupped his lover's rear and rocked their hips together, earning himself a low, grateful moan. "We're both awake, and there's no sense wasting a good thing. Besides," England purred, mouthing at the indentation just over his lover's collarbone, "seeing you like this gets me right randy."
"G-God." America's hands crept up England's back, curling in his hair as the younger Nation gasped, hips jerking with each touch of that skilled tongue. "It's just so embarrassing, being horny all the fucking time. I feel like- a-ah! -like all I do is try and get in your pants."
"You don't see me complaining, now, do you?" England nuzzled at the hard nubs of America's nipples through his shirt. "Now, what is it you want? Should I suck you off?" America's breath hitched at this, the curve of his erection pressing just that much more insistently against England's thigh. "Or is there something else you'd like...?"
"Yeah," America breathed, not even needing a chance to think as he buried his nose in soft blonde locks that the moon washed to platinum. "I want you inside me. I've been thinking about it ever since I woke up." He inhaled, taking in the scent of his lover's shampoo. "I... I wanna ride you, while I still can. It won't be too much longer 'til I'll be too big for that kind of horseplay."
England pulled back just enough to take in the crooked smile on America's lips, lips on a young face that looked even younger without glasses to mask those rich, blue eyes. He'd raised this child, watched him grow into an amazing (if sometimes obnoxious) young man, and now... now he watched him swell with a child of their own. The older man's chest tightened; he was overcome with the sheer incredibility of it all. "Okay," he whispered, fingertips brushing over America's face, "let's do that."
Rolling away to find the small bottle they kept stashed on his nightstand, England watched his lover strip from the corner of his eye, tossing t-shirt and boxers over the side of the bed before settling back on his heels. They didn't need many words as England tossed the bottle to the younger man and stripped off his own boxers, spreading out on the bed and beckoning America to join him. Shifting one leg over the other's lap, America straddled him, leaning close for another kiss. "Wanna do the honors, old man?"
The slap echoed through the quiet room when England smacked his arse in reply, grumbling good-naturedly at the odd endearment. He held out his fingers for America to coat in lube, warming the liquid on his skin before reaching around the younger man and sliding his hand down along the cleft of his behind, until the puckered opening met with his fingertips. America moaned against his neck, reaching between them to slick England's growing arousal with wet fingers as his hips rocked back. His circling finger soon pressed inward, earning the older Nation a gasping cry as he breached that tight ring of muscle. "Oh fuck," America whimpered, biting his lip as his lover probed deeper and gently added another finger, and then a third, "I'm just so sensitive, I can barely stand it. I bet... I bet I could come from just your fingers."
"I know, my boy, I know. But hold on for me, all right?" Slipping free of the younger man's body, England's strong hands guided him into position; both hard now, both glistening with precome and lubricant, their arousals brushed together and forced pleasured sounds from the pair's lips. England couldn't help but stare as America rose on his knees, hovering over his lover's arousal with a face twisted with need. There was just something about America's abdomen, the way it curved with the promise of life, that sent heat flooding to England's groin. "C'mon," he rasped, "bloody well get on with it, then."
Too distracted to offer a retort, America simply steadied the older man's cock and slowly dropped himself down on it, letting gravity guide him down, down, sliding over that hardness until his ass was fully seated against England's pelvis. They'd been fucking like bunnies for weeks (England couldn't get enough of America's pregnant body, on top of the hormones), and now their coupling came easily, smoothly, bodies fitting perfectly together. Even so, America took a moment to adjust, brow furrowed, and the green-eyed man let his hands wander over the broad expanse of that firm chest. So beautiful... Pregnancy-darkened areolas begged for his touch, and England was more than happy to oblige them; America's low moan indicated just how very happy he was this with arrangement.
"Alfred," his lover murmured, rolling the hard nubs between his fingers, "are you all right?"
"Dammit, Arthur," the younger man pouted. "I am fine. I'm not going to break just 'cause I'm carrying our baby, so calm down, okay?"
And with that, ocean-blue eyes drifted closed, and America leaned back and began to move.
So began their dance. Hands braced on his partner's thighs, America found a slow, steady rhythm to start with, muscles gripping at England's cock as he slid over him. England watched, entranced by the subtle shift of well-toned muscles, the darkened flesh of his lover's arousal bouncing against his pale abdomen, the almost miraculous way their bodies joined and became one. He reached down to caress the skin where they connected, slick with fluids, before settling his hands on those slim hips to aid America's rise and fall.
"You're getting so big," England gasped out, hips thrusting up into that welcoming heat as his thumbs rubbed the curve of America's belly. "It's... it's gorgeous."
"That's all your fault, you know." The blue-eyed nation whimpered at a particularly well-placed thrust, his mouth hanging open. "Ahh! Makin' me fat. 'M never gonna forgive you."
England smacked his arse once more. "You're not fat, you bloody idiot."
"Mm." Too distracted to argue, America swiped at the sweat-dampened hair pasted to his forehead that threatened to veil his view. He loved the feeling of his lover sheathed within him, the way sweat beaded on England's brow and the way his chest shuddered with each pleasured groan; from the expression gracing the other's face, he wasn't the only one. That knowledge brought the heat gathering in his belly to a searing, throbbing knot. "Arthur..." he whispered, his rhythm faltering, "oh please, p-please... I'm close!"
One hand still guiding America's increasingly frantic thrusts, England slipped the other free to curl firmly around his partner's arousal. Smooth as velvet yet hard as steel, the hot flesh slid eagerly through his grasp, mirroring the way his length slid in and out of his more than willing lover. "C'mon," he said simply, not trusting his voice with any more words right then. Come for me, my love.
That gentle touch was all it took; that lithe body all but bucked at the contact, eyes the color of the sky opening almost impossibly wide before America simply *shattered*, arching in a way that was nothing less than pornographic as he finished with a keening wail.
England followed soon after, marking his lover from deep within.
They collapsed into a messy heap of sweaty, come-streaked limbs, hearts still racing though their bodies lay limp. Neither seemed concerned by the messy squelch of England pulling free, nor the warm flow of liquid that followed, too content to do anything but huddle together in the hazy afterglow.
"Alfred," the older man murmured after a while, arms curling protectively around the other. "Are you-"
"Mhm, shuddup." One of America's palms came up to lazily clap over England's mouth. "We are both just fine, daddy dearest."
England pushed the hand away, grumbling. "Cheeky monkey. See if I ever ask again."
"You will," the younger Nation sighed as England stretched to grab a handful of tissues and sop up the worst of the mess cooling between them. Shifting to a more comfortable position to accommodate his growing bulk, America idly rubbed a hand over the swell of his stomach, grinning sleepily as the island nation melted back against his side. "You always do."
Sleep was a determined mistress, and already England could see her hold tightening back over his sated lover; tugging a sheet over them both, he cradled America in his arms. "I suppose I do, don't I? Maybe you'd best get used to it, then."
A few minutes passed by in silence, both exhausted by their late night activity. "...Yeah," America mumbled eventually, just before his breathing evened out and his body relaxed back into sleep's embrace.
Somebody has to take care of the both of you, right?
Nothing would make England happier than to take that responsibility.