Indiscretion
Title: INDISCRETIONS
Author: Madelynne Ellis is the original author from which I just rewrote the names and changed some phrases.
Characters/Pairings: CHINA x RUSSIA
Warnings: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Prequel to “Tattered Relations.” xblkdragonx.livejournal.com/13669.html
A/N: I'm working on Hide and Seek don't worry!! I DIDN"T write this okay? I basically just typed out word for word from an erotic book and just stuck in China's and Russia's name and played around with some words. Took only 30 mins or so.
Behind his mask of bored indifference, Russia inwardly grimaced. Two minutes of screeching scales and he already felt as if someone had gone at his head with a saucepan and ladle, much more and he’d gladly perforate his own eardrums. The sound was reminiscent of a fox let loose in a chicken coop, not a form of entertainment he would normally seek out. ‘Can we not leave?’ he said to his companion, who stood a little to his right.
Despite his serene expression, enhanced by the midnight hair that framed his face, Russia knew that China was finding the performance equally excruciating. ‘Only if you intend it as a deliberate snub.’ China’s golden eyes fixed upon the soprano, whose figure passed muster far more favourably than her singing voice. ‘The girl is Italy’s favorite opera singer.’
‘The woman deserves more than a snub for putting me through this torture. How much longer is the bloody piece?’ Russia flicked open his fob watch, as if staring at the ornate face would somehow speed up the performance.
‘She’ll be mortified if she hears you.’ China closed his hand over the top of Russia’s, flipping the watch lid down in the process. ‘She’s desperate to impress. So let’s just try to enjoy ourselves.’
Russia stared at their joined palms for a moment, then returned the watch to his waistcoat pocket. ‘Desperate to foist that woman on me more like.’
A smile spread slowly across China’s face, causing creases to appear around his eyes in a way that always caught Russia’s attention. They crinkled in the same way in the afterglow of sex. Captivated by that image of his lover, the Russian felt a warm glow suffuse his loins. That’s what he wanted to be doing now. Making love. Not listening to this dreadful caterwauling.
China returned his scrutiny with a rather bemused grin. ‘I don’t need to ask what you’re thinking, but could you please stop it before everyone else in the room realises it too?’
Instead of tempering his thoughts, Russia allowed them to expand and solidify into a far filthier image of them top to tail in bed, sucking upon one another’s cocks. His lips parted as the image became more refined and he added details of texture and taste and of smell. He caught a hint of the smaller nations’s musk in the sticky heat of the room. It was a scent he associated entirely with lazy mornings spent together sleepily cuddled in bed following a night of raw heat, and the sort of sex that left them both with stubble burns and muscle ache. He liked it hot and hard with China, and sometimes tender. What he still couldn’t get used to was the constant intrusion.
America was part of their life, he couldn’t deny that, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Sharing did not come easy to him. He’d be there when they got home. He was here now, just engaged with some other friends.
The wickedness in his heart tugged his lips into a half-smile. He had an opportunity to get China alone. It was one he couldn’t neglect.
He felt the Chinese give a little jerk as he surreptitiously traced the outline of his arse through his pants.
‘Ivan!’ There was a tremulous hint to the way he said it. Fear brightened the gold of China’s eyes, as he warily cast his gaze about. ‘Not here, it’s too risky. There are too many people.’ A ruby blush crept across his high cheekbones. Self-consciously, China ran a finger around the inside of his collar.
Russia gave an acquiescent nod, and faked an interest in the performance again, closing his eyes and allowing his jaw to relax. The fact that what they were going to do was so risky was at least part of its appeal.
‘Stop it!’ China hissed. ‘I know what you’re thinking.’
‘But nobody else can read my mind.’ Russia pursed his lips and allowed China’s imagination to fill in the blanks. The colour in his cheeks continued to rise, until he was blushing like a virgin. Actually, he blushed far more prettily than most virgins. Russia licked his lips. The one thing guaranteed to set China’s blood afire was the anticipation. Russia could stretch this tease out for five minutes or all evening, but the result would be the same. China pumped up and eager for everything he could dish out, despite his fear of reprisal.
‘Actually I was imagining things the other way round,’ Russia said a few moments later, causing China to stare at him.
‘What?’
‘You must contemplate it too sometimes, think about how it feels to give not receive.’
I have you, he thought. How could he not have? He was dangling a very tender morsel before his lover’s eyes. ‘I know you’ve enjoyed pushing your way inside of me in the past.’ It had only ever been a few times. He struggled to control his emotions at the best of times; there was no way he could do it with China’s cock in his arse. The sensations involved were far too raw.
‘Ivan!’
‘Would you like to fuck me, Jao?’
He actually heard China gulp.
‘Don’t do this now.’
He looked deep in to the other man’s eyes, binding their thoughts together. Russia wished he could reach up and touch China. A simple caress was all it would take to seal the pact.
‘Do it now,’ he hissed instead.
China stiffened. ‘As if you’re really going to allow it.’ He hesitated, then glanced warily at his toes. ‘Or was that an actual request?’
‘Well it hardly seems fair that you get to have all the fun, all of the time.’
China shook his head. ‘No. I don’t believe you. There’s no way you’re going to let me do that. Besides, what gives you the idea that being sandwiched between you and America is fun?’
‘Something to do with how hard you come, perhaps?’ But this time, there would be no America.
China’s mouth opened, but nothing came out, so he shut it again. ‘Listen to the recital,’ he rasped after another minute or so.
Russia allowed himself the indulgence of a full-blown smile. ‘How about I listen to it while you fuck me?’
The other nation shot him a wary glance, but Russia merely cocked his eyebrows in the direction of a carved oaken screen, behind which lay the door to the conservatory.
‘No.’
‘Now. Right now. Go, or I’m going to kiss you in full view of the room.’ He wasn’t, leastways not in any way that could be interpreted as anything other than acceptable behaviour, but China didn’t need to know that.
He held back a moment as China sidled off, though he doubted anyone was paying them any attention. The audience’s focus was still firmly set upon the warbling girl. Her singing was some of the worst he’d heard in a long time, but she might just afford him some pleasure yet.
Someone had thoughtfully left the key in the lock. Russia locked and bolted the door to the conservatory behind him.
‘This is pure folly,’ China cursed as he turned towards him. ‘There are too many people about.’
‘Really?’ Russia waved the key in the air, then chucked it into an empty jardinière. ‘All I see are quarry tiles and pot plants.’
‘It’s too damn risky.’
They moved further into the foliage, to where a spindly metal bench lay shrouded by a circle of tall ferns.
‘It’s too good an opportunity to miss.’
Russia grabbed China’s collar and tugged it backwards off his shoulders, then forced their bodies into contact from hip to shin. Their mouths met as he girdled China’s hips with his hands, and despite his protests, China’s kiss was greedy and demanding. He sank into Russia’s embrace, and pushed his tongue into the Russian’s mouth with an eager groan.
Russia kissed him back equally hard, not letting him go until they were both panting heavily and had erections fit to burst their breeches. China’s was particularly evident, encased beneath a tight layer of black linen.
‘Are you really going to let me do this?’ China asked.
Russia kissed him again, slower this time, until he felt the tension melt out of China’s limbs and his breaths turned to moans. ‘You know I’d let you do whatever you want.’ Tears pricked in his eyes, as he felt his tightly bottled emotions come rippling to the surface.
China put a hand on his cock and gave a reassuring squeeze. ‘You like being in control, Ivan.’
‘Yes,’ he agreed. But sometimes he had to let go and let things get raw and painful. Although, right now he wasn’t anticipating pain, just pleasure. Starting with the deft movements his lover was making with his hand as he stroked Russia’s cock.
Russia felt his balls hitch higher as China shifted his grip, so that his fingers curled over the head of the other’s cock. It was just the extra bit of friction he needed to have him dancing up on his toes and seeking his lover’s lips again. ‘Do it,’ he hissed into China’s open mouth. ‘Before I change my mind.’
China didn’t wait for a second invitation; he tore open the front placket of his breeches, releasing his cock, which seemed to swell further just from the freedom. Russia feasted his gaze on the length of him. His lover was nicely proportioned, the foreskin peeled back to reveal the plum tip. Part of him wanted to sink onto his knees in that moment and wrap his lips around that delicate head, suck and lick it until it released its blessing. However, he’d made a promise, and he didn’t need to look into China’s eyes to know that his friend was fired up because of it.
‘How do you want me?’
‘The bench,’ China gasped, as his fist opened and closed around his shaft, keeping himself ready. ‘If you grasp it’s back.’
Russia shimmied round to the other side of the metal bench and braced himself with his elbows locked. He still had his pants on and fastened, but Russia had the joy of peeling them from his loins. He did this with considerable relish, his big hands working in circles, over and over the firm muscles of his bottom and thighs until the whole area was sensitised, and the brush of cloth where his breeches hung coiled around his knees was just part of the same teasing stroke.
He wished there was time to get properly naked, or at least to lose some of the cloth separating them. He wanted the feel of China’s lean, soft chest against his back, the intimacy of that skin on skin contact, but China’s clothing wasn’t the sort you threw on or off in a hurry. It was too richly made.
He felt China searching among his coat pockets and felt his cock jolt higher in anticipation. Just a few heartbeats later, he felt the throb of China’s cock between his buttocks; it’s rigid heat slicked up with oil and insistent against his opening.
‘What is it you always say? Breathe out.’ China’s hand fisted in Russia’s silver hair, pulling his head over to one side so he could reach the Russian’s neck. His shirt precluded him reaching the tender skin of his throat, but China bit him through the cambric. At the same time he thrust himself against the ring of muscle, forcing his way inside.
Russia groaned, the sound half ecstasy and half shock. Oh, God, but that was good, China’s cock sheer heaven against all the tender nerve endings just inside his anus. ‘More,’ he gasped.
‘Yeah, you feel good to me too,’ China reassured, ‘but I’m barely inside you yet. You’re hot and so goddamn tight.’
Russia pressed back against him, and China inched his way in, nice and slow, until they were wholly joined together and he could feel the tickle of China’s pubic fur, but he couldn’t tolerate such a slow thrust. He moved himself away from China then pushed back hard, causing their skin to slap against one another. The Chinese understood. He took control of the rhythm, shoving his cock into Russia’s arse in a nice steady glide.
Russia gripped the chair back so hard he thought the metal would bend. His backside was singing; his cock fit to burst. The roll of China’s hips was so fucking perfect, it made him want to squirm just so he didn’t bring him off too quickly. Only, instead of slowing the pace, his movement lined China up perfectly with his prostate.
Explosions went off all down his back and his seed shot out so hard, it left streaks over the plants three feet away. He kept crying out, the waves of bliss tumbling over one another, almost causing his knees to buckle. Without the metalwork to cling to, he didn’t think he’d have stayed upright.
‘Ah, that’s good. God, you’re squeezing me.’ China’s orgasm was swift and sticky. It pounded in Russia’s arse, leaving him even dizzier. China sagged against Russia’s back when it was over. ‘Later you’re going to let me do that again,’ he said.
Russia laughed. ‘Not unless you say please very nicely.’
‘I’m all ready to say please very nicely now.’ China rolled him over, so they were facing. His kiss was a delicate sloppy brushing of lips. ‘She’s still singing.’ He looked down at Russia’s erection. It had been subsiding, but the scrutiny was enough to send a surge of life back into the shaft. ‘This time I’m going to suck you.’
‘Oh!’ Russia sighed as he eased himself back and forth in the soft, warm comfort of his lover’s mouth. China’s raw talent for this had only improved with practice. He had a way of using his tongue that exerted just the right amount of pressure in all the right spots. Hence he was as stiff again now as if he’d never come.
Russia watched China’s black head bob. His eyes were closed, so that his long eyelashes shadowed his cheeks. My Lucifer, he thought, smiling at the sight of his fallen angel poised for sin. He was making contented little mewls around China’s cock as he sucked.
Russia closed his eyes, what he wouldn’t give right now to just click his fingers and have them appear at home. He wanted time to savour this experience, but his brain was telling him to hurry it up because the music performance was coming to an end. He let fantasies the evening to come fuel his ascent, America’s presence notwithstanding. He’d want to be part of anything they did.
He came with a low hungry growl, pumping his seed into China’s open mouth. Bemused, he watched the other man swallow down the gift, then wipe the shiny evidence of their lust from his very pink lips. There was applause coming from the other side of the glass door.
Their clothing straightened, Russia and China slid neatly back into the music room.
A/N: Indiscretion is a prequel to Phantasmagoria.
Original book is by Madelynne Ellis. Her website: www.madelynne-ellis.com/home.htm. This book is part of a series. The book I used was the 2nd one called Phantasmagoria. Here is the summary of the book:
1800- Three years after escaping to London with her bisexual lovers, Bella Rushdale wakes one morning to find their delicate menage trois about to shatter. Vaughan, Marquis of Pennerley, has left without any explanation. Determined to reclaim him and preserver their relationship, Bella pursues him to his family seat on the Welsh Borders, where she finds herself embroiled in his preparations for a diabolical gothic celebration on All Hallows Eve- a phantasmagoria. Among the shadows and phantoms, Bella and her lovers will discover shocking truths about each other.
Link of the original "Indiscretions": www.madelynne-ellis.com/indiscretions.htm.