Tattered Relations
Title: Tattered Relations
Author: Madelynne Ellis is the original author from which I just rewrote the names and changed some phrases.
Characters/Pairings: Russia x China (at first I was gonna make it China x Russia but then I switched it to RC. So if it seems OOC, u know why)
Warnings: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: I dunno. America gets in between Russia and China's relationship?
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.
China was in the shadows below the stairs. Russia curbed the urge to run, forcing himself to walk. 3 weeks. It’s been too long, but the relief now he’d arrived. He couldn’t express it, not in company. Ever since he left, he longed for this moment. The moment everything fell into place again. Light spilled over China’s silky black hair. He glowed, and Russia feasted upon the sight of him. Despite the long journey, he was resplendent in his majestic traditional clothing and every bit as dignified and beautiful as the first time they met.
“Yao.” Somehow he made his voice sound normal. He politely extended a hand, though what he wanted to do was push the damn fool against the wall and toss him into a feverish excitement, to lock their bodies together and fill him and never let go.
“Russia,” China’s voice carried an unexpected edge, “Is America here? I need to find him.”
America! Russia’s eyes narrowed, all this time apart and he thought of America first! The jealousy he never managed to kill licked flames beneath his skin. He guessed China sensed his anger, for he leaned a fraction closer, “It’s not what you think…Ivan,” His cheat rose with a heavy sigh, “I have pressing news for America.”
“So pressing it won’t wait a minute or two?” Russia nodded to a servant to open the door, and he backed China outside and up a kitchen wall, “We have pressing matters of our own.” China stiffened, but not in a good way. His black eyes gleamed with spellbinding intensity. “I’m not here for this,” he growled
“Aren’t you?” Russia tenderly traced his fingertips over the curve of China’s cheeks. He leaned in for a kiss but China turned his head away. “America first.” The rebuke hurt more than any physical slap. America. Always destined to come between them. “Very well.” He drew back. “America!” he yelled. Their eyes locked upon one another, unspeaking until the other nation came, then he retreated inside and shut the door on the pair of them
Russia left his guests and went up to the solar. He couldn't hide behand a mask of childishness. His rage burned like a bloody haze. He'd waited too long for this moment. The moment when he entwine with CHina in his arms again, feel his soft supple body against his, his kisses killing him. Ever since he left, he'd longed, pined for him and now...All that mattered to China was America!
Humans! He grabbed the poker and jabbed it into the coals. Three years he'd tried to ingore the fact, but he couldn't any longer. China preferred America. He would always be second best, to Alfred, to whichever nation the offered more to China's bosses. But he couldn't be second best any longer. The arrangement had to change. He wanted someone who loved him exclusively, with the same intensity he felt for them.
"Jao," he breathe into the darkness, "It can't be this way any more."
"Ivan."
China entered the solar to find his lover staring resolutely into the flames. He'd been in this room before, years ago.
"Ivan," Not sure what else to say, China hung back for a moment, then cautiously placed his hand upon Russia's shoulder.
China felt the shiver roll down the Russian's back and curled his fingers into the muscle. He'd never envisaged this as an easy meeting. He knew too well how vengeful and emotional Russia could be. The slightest thing might set him laughing or tumble him into the foulest pit of despair. He didn't dare attempt a caress but without some form of prompt they might be staring into the flames until only cold ashes remained.
Frustrated China rubbed his jaw. Why was it always necessary to go through this drama, this torture? All they ever needed to do was say what they actually meant to one another.
"So how did it go with ALFRED?" Russia eventually asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Yet more dancing. China sighed, "I don't know. We only spoke about business matters." Taking a risk, he edged his fingers under the collar of Russia's shirt, Despite what he told America before, he did miss Russia's touch. The man could make him come so hard he thought the top of his head would fly off. Besides, life was just plain more interesting with him around...It was just agony that went with it.
Russia raised both hands and shrugged him off, "Then what, pray tell, did you speak of that was so damn urgent?"
Finally, he turned his head, revealing a carefully constructed mask of indifference, emotions and desires locked away behind a front of conceit and arrogance. But China had learned to read him long ago. Those eyes, you could fall into Russia's eyes and get lost for days. Every slight, every moment of pain and every fragment of bliss was written there. Jealousy flicked across their shiny surface. Blind panic troubled their depths.
"Japan announced his engagement."
"Really?" Russia raised arched an eyebrow
"To Greece"
Russia sneered. "To that rancid macaroni! Clearly, your prowess as a lover is under dispute if you can lose out to him."
China felt his temperature rise. He was not by nature quick to anger but he'd taken enough stick recently and he wasn't about to take anymore, "You're please he's gone, so don't mock."
"I never doubted he'd leave. I told you all along that he wouldn't wait as patiently as Alfred"
Rage almost blinding him, China shoved Russia away. He found the vodka decanter and poured himself a large glass which knocked him back. The second burned on his tongue before he swallowed. Russia's eyes glittered as he watched China, hatred, passion and terror, all there in his gaze. He ran his hand through his silver locks. Then he raised his other hand and mockingly wiggled his litter finger.
The glass shattered against the hearthstone.
China pounced, "Damn you!" He growled as he forced his mouth over on Russia's. He slid one hand up the Russian's back and into his hairline as he ground their hips together. He'd make this simple.
Russia snarled as he kissed him but his lips were curiously immobile. China squeezed his arse and felt a kick of excitement as he felt Russia's cock jerk in response. But he was still resisting, "Kiss me, damn you."
Riled and aroused, he cupped Russia's jaw and forced him to make eye contact again, "You wanted me to come back and so I did. Well, I'm here now. This is what you want, isn't it?"
"Not like this," Russia hissed between clenched teeth, "I can't be forever second best. I don't want to share you. I don't want to f*ck you for America's pleasure." His fingers bit hard into the arm of China's shirt, "I want it to be just us. I've tried your way." He took a deep breath, and released it with a shudder.
"I convinced myself that if we just left it unsaid, it would all somehow be fine. Wihtout the distractions and the pressure, it it were just us again...."
"Oh for God's sake, just because I spoke to him first!"
"It's not that!" Russia yelled back. His eyes were liquid and bright. Painfully opened. Emotions he normally kept hidden were painted with unnerving clarity in the violet depths. China refused to look into them, resorted, instead to a third glass of vodka.
"I can see the truth, Jao. You didn't want to come. You did it out of necessity, nothing else." He drew his teeth over his lower lip, shaking his head. "I love you. I wish to God I didn't, but I can't do it if I have to share you any more. That time is past."
It was true, China acknowledged. He hadn't wanted to come. He told America as much. He intended to stay away until the New Year or later. "I just needed some time alone," he said. "I'm exhausted. You pass me between you, pin me down, tie me up. It's not even for my pleasure any more. It's a game of one-upmanship between you two. You're both so busy fighting, you forget I'm there."
"Is it any wonder I seek comfort elsewhere?" China put the glass down before the urge to shatter it as well became too strong, "Not that you've any right to lecture me on faithfulness. HOw many times have you shafted Lithuania recently?"
"Not half as many as you'd like to think."
"And America?"
Russia shrugged, "Make your choice, Jao. It’s an easy decision for you isn’t it?”
China forced a laugh, "You think so? You really think so? Have you taken in a damn thing I said? He's in love with someone else and we both know it! We're nothing more than rebounds, Ivan."
"You're being absurd!"
"Am I now?" China mouthed, his throat choked by a bitter lump. He swallowed hard, "Or are you just scared because you really feel the same way?"
Russia lifted his chin. His lips were thin and set, and his eyes, moments ago so open, narrowed and glassy. "Go. Leave." He crossed the room again, this time heading for the door. Just a few paces short of it, China grabbed the back of his coat. "NO!. Admit it!"
Russia's elbow jabbed hard into China's stomach, leaving him bent doublt, gasping for iar; still his fingers remained locked around the think frabic of Russia's coat. Russia shucked it off, "I only ever wanted you."
Breathless, China launched himself forwards, hit Russia squarely in the midriff and sent them both crashing into the wall. His ears rang with the impact. The oak groaned beneath their weight as they both scuffled for balance and dominance, feet and fists delivering equally vicious jabs.
Russia snaked his arms around his lover’s body and squeezed until he grew still. The world seemed to tumble in on itself. Everything that mattered was focused on the space in which their breaths mingled. “Don’t leave. Not yet.” His heart beating wildly and he could feel China’s too, drumming against his chest where they were pressed together. Desires coiled in his loins.
“Why did this always have to be this way?” China thought. The rush he got when they tussled like this ran straight to his groin. For a second time, China forced his mouth down upon Russia’s.
This time the kiss was salty and aggressive. It claimed. It demanded. Russia pulled back to take a breath, China’s eyes were closed and his mouth slack from the vicious kiss, “I know what you need.” He covered the other nation’s cock with his hand and kneaded him with his thumb and curled fingers.
“No” China whimpered.
“I’m going to f*ck you,” Russia said, “Just try and resist. And then walk away.”
“Don’t”
Russia bent his head, licked and nipped China’s nipples through his vest and his shirt. He slipped the buttons at his waistband and began to masturbate him with practiced ease, his thumb and fingers curled around the shaft. This was what had been missing between them recently: the raw edge of intensity that left him reeling like a drunkard.
Their fighting had become a pantomime for America’s amusement, not an expression of the frustration and desire they both felt. Society would not let them be together, not without America as a decoy. That was strain enough, without other nation’s added to the mix.
China’s mouth was hot and sweet, his nipples two taut little peaks. It wasn’t enough to ravage them through the fabric. Russia wanted to taste his skin, to know the heat of China’s flesh. Buttons! There were always too many damn buttons. Russia’ unfastened China’s while his partner tried to reciprocate. After their first five, he knocked China’s hand away and concentrated on unfastening them himself.
Vests and coats dealt with, his attention turned to their ties. Russia wrenched his off and chucked it aside. China’s he drew from him slowly, gently tugging open the knot, then pulling the red fabric downwards until it unraveled and slithered to the floor.
Within a few heartbeats, China’s body was quivering in anticipation, his hips rocking to the rhythm of Russia’s hand, which cupped them both.
“I need to get inside you, Jao,” Russia panted into China’s jasmine scented hair, “This isn’t close enough. You know that, don’t you?”
China squeezed his eyes tight shut
Russia wetted his fingers and rubbed salvia between China’s cheeks. Using the wall for balance, Russia lifted China. He cupped his buttocks, found his anus and worked him loose with two fingers.
The moment of penetration stole his breath. The tight heat, the sensation of being squeezed, coupled with the novelty of having China in his arms, their chests pressed together, it was too hot, too amazingly good, “Oh, God!” Acutely aware of China’s every murmur, every hiss he made between his teeth, Russia inched a little deeper.
Their mouths locked as China’s hand splayed across his bottom and teased him. He fluttered his muscles around Russia’s cock, titled his pelvis, making the slide deeper. Russia groaned, already feeling himself beginning to soar. It was all about the rhythm…He could just about focus on that. Deeper. The strokes becoming longer. China’s sigh’s sharper.
Nothing else mattered when they locked together like this, only the fluttery sensation in his groin and the streamers of bliss that poured along his shaft. Just a little more, and he was going to come.
China’s moans were barely coherent jumble of syllables against his shoulder. He sucked his breath in deep, his voice rising on the out breath. Hot semen warmed his abdomen. Muscles clasped him tight, then he too was jerking and groaning with the force of his own climax.
Slowly his head cleared. Russia brushed the hair out of his hair out of his eyes, where the blond strands lay plastered to his skin. China’s head lolled warm and precious against his shoulder.
China felt Russia clasp him tight. Just feeling those arms wrapped around him, holding him, he knew that what he had to do next would be the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. Expressing his feelings had never been something that came easily. He knew how he felt, but actually saying it was something else.
“I love you,” he whispered, “But I can’t do this anymore.” Slowly he unwound his arms from Russia’s neck, “Goodbye.” He cleaned himself with a handkerchief, then fastened his breeches and shirt. He could feel tears pooling in his own eyes. He didn’t dare look at Russia who stood rigidly before him, his clothing still strewn about and unfastened, his stomach shiny with come.
If he met his eyes, he knew he’d lose his resolve, and this was the only way he could make either of them truly happy. They might agree to forgive and forget, to begin their relationship anew but the poison would still be there. They’d have the same problems over again.
At the door he paused. His resolved almost faltered. They’d shared so much. He wanted them to share so much more but he knew it was all in tattered ruins. He had to let him go. Maybe then Russia would find him again.
He was hopeful, such a fool that he was.
One foot across the threshold, he risked a glance back. Russia’s eyes were wild in the darkness, their brilliance pronounced against the damp pallor of his skin. His lips were deep red, bruised from too many kisses. China wanted nothing more than to crush him to his body and spend the night on the rug before the fire, streaking one another with ash and semen, but it wasn’t to be.
He took a deep breath. There would never be another Ivan. No equal to his wit, his beauty, his raw sexuality…
There were no words…
China closed the door quietly and made his way down the steps and into the night.
A/n: Original book is by Madelynne Ellis. 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.