AN: And here's the last chapter! It's ending with a bang…pun not intended. I hope everyone enjoys the Rochu smut anyway. :) Thanks for all the reviews and favorites and follows. I'm so glad people liked this story. Keep an eye out for future stories.

Chapter 8

China looked up at Russia. They had been like this for the last hour, just lying on the couch in China's home, the brunette's head in Russia's lap as they looked at each other. It still felt a little different to think of each other as a couple but it gave China butterflies every time he did. He reached up and cupped Russia's cheek gently with a smile.

"You love me?" he asked, his thumb gently stroking the Russian's cheek. Russia placed his hand over China's.

"Da, very much! I cannot even express how much," he replied earnestly. "You mean world to me."

China chuckled slightly, staring into Russia's purple irises. He could get lost in those eyes. They were enchanting.

"You mean the world to me too..." he smiled. Russia looked surprised.

"I do?" he asked. Russia wanted to believe China felt similarly, however, he wasn't used to people even liking him so it was hard to. China nodded, moving closer and slipping his fingers up into Russia's hair.

"Shì de, of course," he replied. Russia merely smiled and leaned down to kiss China sweetly.

"You are so beautiful, sunflower," he commented, running his fingers through the smaller man's hair. China smiled and kissed back. He found Russia's pet names to be rather cute but being called 'sunflower', Russia's favorite flower of all, it made China feel all the more special.

He pulled back just enough to speak.

"Russia?" his breath ghosted across Russia's lips. "... Wǒ zuò'ài?"

Russia, though he had been practicing Mandarin, wasn't sure what China was asking.

"I am sorry, golubchik, but can you translate that?" he asked. China blushed heavily but kept eye contact.

"...Make love to me..?" he translated. Russia's eyes widened.

"Oh! Da…okay," he replied nervously. Russia had never been with anyone and generally such thoughts didn't even cross his mind. What if he messed up? The last thing he wanted to do was hurt China. The brunette noticed Russia's nervousness.

"You don't have to," he quickly reassured, afraid he had just made Russia incredibly uncomfortable. Russia looked embarrassed.

"It's not that I am not wanting to…I just don't know how. I don't want to hurt you," he replied sadly. China smiled sympathetically.

"You couldn't hurt me even if you tried, Russia," he reassured, sitting up and cupping both Russia's cheeks. China leaned in and gingerly pressed their lips together. Russia returned the kiss before hugging China close and burying his face in China's neck.

"I am happy you have such faith in me. But I've hurt people before, even by accident," he said. China wrapped his arms around Russia's neck and he nodded.

"I know you have." He gently pet the soft, pale locks. "But I'm not worried."

Russia sighed and relaxed at the feeling of China petting his hair.

"Okay…I will do my best," he replied. China smiled, his blush coming back, and he pulled away to lean close and kiss Russia.

"Xièxiè."

Russia kissed him back lovingly. He pulled China flush against him and gently stroked his hair. China reached up and pulled the tie from his hair and letting is fall over his shoulders. He hesitantly parted his lips. Russia eagerly pressed his tongue into China's mouth. He slid his fingers through China's silky hair before cupping the back of his head to deepen the kiss even further. Russia ran his other hand up and down China's back.

China moaned once, his back arching into Russia's gentle touches. He never would've thought that he could get addicted to Russia's kisses. He reached down and began unbuttoning Russia's coat.

Russia broke the kiss after a minute or two to press a kiss to his cheek, and then along his jaw. He moved his hand from China's hair to slide his hand up China's shirt. Russia was a little amazed at how nice it felt to touch China's bare skin.

China was slightly disappointed when the kiss ended but he purred at the warm feeling of Russia's large hand on his stomach. He fumbled with the last button of Russia's coat then slipped it off his broad shoulders.

Russia pulled back briefly to lift China's shirt up and off. He tossed it to the side and let his eyes trail over his torso.

"You are so lovely, mIlaya moyna," Russia said, caressing China's sides and back. China blushed heavily then frowned at the sweater Russia was wearing. Why did he have to wear so many layers? China quickly slipped his hands up under the sweater, and the shirt under it, and finally felt Russia's skin. China blushed as his fingers slid across every well-defined muscle.

Russia couldn't help but laugh.

"That tickles," he said. China smiled and repeated the action in the same place.

"What tickles? This?" he smiled mischievously. Russia squirmed slightly.

"Da! Don't do that," he complained, pouting ever so slightly. China removed his hands with a smile.

"Sorry. You're cute when you're being ticklish," he apologized, sliding his fingers through Russia's hair. Russia sighed happily.

"Is okay. I am not upset," he replied, leaning down to kiss China's neck. China chuckled slightly and tilted his neck to give more access. He reached down to Russia's sweater again, grabbing the edge and pulling it up and off along with the undershirt. China hummed in appreciation.

Russia blushed in embarrassment. He'd never been naked (even partially) in front of anyone before. Russia distracted himself from the embarrassing thoughts by continuing to kiss and suck on China's neck.

China moaned and scooted further up Russia's lap and wrapped his arms around Russia's neck, pressing their chests together. Russia enveloped China within his arms completely and kissed his face.

"Ja teb'a l'ubl'u," he sighed. China smiled and kissed back.

"I love you too, Russia..." he replied, taking a chance and grinding his hips slightly. Russia's eyes widened and he gave a surprised moan. That felt good. He hesitated for a moment before grinding up against China. Russia nuzzled China's neck, groaning at the feeling of moving against the smaller nation so intimately.

China moaned, resting his forehead against Russia's shoulder.

"Russia... That feels good..." he sighed happily. He took the chance to slide his hands tediously slowly down Russia's shoulders and arms.

Russia smiled and kissed China's temple.

"Really? That is good," he said, grinding against him again. Russia moved one of his hands down a bit and squeezed China's ass. China gasped, his hips bucking slightly. No one had ever touched his ass before but it was kind of nice. He smiled and leaned up to kiss Russia again.

"Mmm, do you want to go to the bedroom?" he asked. Russia nodded.

"Sure, if you would like," he replied, standing up with China still in his arms. "Where is it?"

China held onto Russia tightly, wrapping his legs around his waist, and pointed.

"Second door on the left," he directed, leaning up to place kisses across Russia's face and jaw. Russia was nearly distracted by the kisses.

"Da…okay," he replied, making his way to China's room. Once he arrived, Russia was awed by how beautiful and ornate the room was. He made his way over to the plush looking bed and gently set China down.

China smiled up at him, his long brown hair flowing across the red and gold blanket. China reached up and cupped Russia's cheek, bringing him closer and locking the Russian in another passionate kiss.

Russia moaned quietly and reached down to pull off China's pants. His nerves were starting to pick up again, however. Russia wanted to make China feel good, but he was worried he would just disappoint him instead.

China lifted his rear up and his hands began to unwrap Russia's scarf.

"Mmm, Russia," he moaned happily. Russia felt the hands on his scarf and panicked. He grabbed China's wrist.

"Don't!" Russia exclaimed, eyes wide. China froze and looked up at Russia. His eyes widened when he saw the panic in them.

"R-Russia? What's wrong?" he asked quietly, afraid to even breathe for a moment. Russia released China's wrist.

"…I…I want to keep my scarf on. Please don't take it off," he replied as he tried to calm down. China nodded slowly after a moment.

"Okay... I won't take it off..." he replied, confused as to why. Russia relaxed and kissed China's cheek.

"Spasibo," he said, shifting so he could kiss down China's chest. China blinked, still a little shocked. Why didn't Russia want to remove his scarf? China gently, and regretfully, pushed on Russia's shoulders.

"Russia?" he asked. Russia froze, then looked up.

"Da? Did I do something wrong? Prasti!" he apologized, moving away. Russia didn't know what he might have done, but if he hurt China he would never forgive himself.

China chuckled briefly and sat up, grabbing Russia's wrist to keep him in place.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong," he reassured. His small smile faded as he looked up at the white scarf. "Why do you want to keep your scarf, Russia? Did something happen?"

Russia shrugged.

"It was long time ago," he muttered. "I do not like talking about it."

China looked away.

"Oh, duìbùqǐ," he apologized, feeling a little ashamed for asking. Russia felt torn. On the one hand, he really didn't like thinking about it, but on the other…he also didn't want to keep things from China. Russia moved closer and wrapped his arms around China and rested his chin on China's shoulder.

"…I'll tell you. I love you, so I shouldn't be keeping secret from you," he said. China shook his head.

"No, it is alright. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he protested. Despite how curious he really was, he did not want to upset Russia. Russia sat back and shook his head.

"It happened long time ago. I shouldn't be upset about it anymore," he said, reaching up and unwinding his scarf from around his neck to reveal the bandage he hid. "It was punishment from boss. One of my first bosses. He said I was weak for not being able to properly keep out Mongolia and Teutonic Knights."

China's eyes widened. He hesitantly reached up, looking at Russia for any signs not to. Russia gave a tiny smile.

"Is okay. I don't mind," he replied. "I should be used to my bosses being that way. I've certainly been through worse just for their fun. I don't know why this one still makes me sad."

China gingerly touched the bandage, feeling sad himself. Russia was such a sweet soul, he had a hard time believing someone could actually do something so horrible to him.

"I'm sorry..." he said quietly, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on the bandage. Russia wrapped his arms around China.

"Don't be. I am no longer weak so I will try not to be bothered by it anymore," he said. China managed a small smile and wrapped his arms around Russia's shoulders.

"Thank you for telling me," he said, placing a kiss on Russia's cheek and trailing his lips all over Russia's face. Russia smiled. He kissed China passionately and lay him back down on the bed. Russia worked off his own pants and tossed them aside.

China moaned heavily and ran his hands across Russia's back lovingly as he kissed back, slipping his tongue across Russia's. Russia groaned and gripped China's hips. He wasn't really sure what to do from here; but the grinding had felt good so he went with that and rutted down against China.

The brunette gasped and his back arched into Russia's rutting. China wasn't a virgin, nowhere near in fact, but being with Russia felt better than anyone before. China's grip around Russia's shoulders tightened and his hips bucked up, meeting each rut.

Russia moaned and nipped at China's lower lip.

"China…what…what do I do? I want to do more, but I don't know how," he asked, panting slightly. China was barely able to pull himself back long enough to answer. He looked up and gave a reassuring smile.

"It's ok, I'll show you," he said. He reached over to the nightstand and opened the first drawer, taking out a bottle of lube. He took Russia's hand gently and squirted a little onto his fingers. "Coat your fingers with it."

Russia nodded and rubbed the lube over his fingers.

"Okay…now what?" he asked. China sat back and spread his legs, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

"Just...slowly slide one finger inside me," he instructed. Russia blushed. China looked amazingly sexy like that.

"Oh…okay," he said. Russia reached down and pressed a slick finger against China's entrance. He could feel it twitch against his finger and he blushed even more. Russia slowly inched his finger into China, watching his face intently for any signs of discomfort or pain.

China's eyes rolled closed and his mouth opened in a moan.

"Oh!"

Russia pushed his finger in all the way.

"Is this good?" he asked. "No pain?"

China took a few seconds to get used to Russia's finger and nodded.

"Shì de... it's very good..." he smiled lustfully. Russia smiled and thrust his finger in and out of China.

"Do I put in more or no?" he asked curiously. China moaned, his head falling back.

"Y-Yes... Put in a se-second finger... S-scissor me!" he pleaded. Russia felt even more turned on than before. For some reason, hearing China say that was incredibly attractive. Russia pushed a second finger into China and spread them both, spreading China open. He wondered if he'd be able to last for very long – at this rate he doubted it.

China moaned harshly, his hips bucking up and forcing Russia's fingers deeper till they came close to that special, sensitive place. China's eyes widened.

"Ah! Oh, yes!" he cried out as his prostate was touched. Russia looked shocked at the reaction. He pressed his fingers deeper.

"Like this? This is good, da?" Russia asked, hoping that hadn't actually been a cry of pain. China's back arched sharply and he cried out in pleasure again.

"YES! Oh!" he gasped, a lustful smile on his lips. Russia blushed and grinned, happy that he was able to please his love.

"Another finger then?" he asked, pressing a third finger against China's entrance. China nodded enthusiastically.

"R-Russia... I'm not going to la-last..!" he warned, gasping. Russia smiled and pushed a third finger in.

"I don't mind if you don't," he replied, spreading China open further. Russia was aware of his size and he knew enough to understand what was going to happen next; he wanted to be sure China was thoroughly prepared.

China moaned loudly. He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him quickly. His breathing got more labored and his hips bucked harshly once more before he came.

"Ah! Russia!" he cried out. Russia's eyes widened as he watched China climax. He blushed and removed his fingers.

"China…can I make love to you still?" Russia asked, kissing China's cheek. China collapsed onto the bed, panting. He turned toward the kiss and smiled.

"Yes... I want you inside me, Russia..." he said, spreading his legs weakly again. Russia nodded. He picked up the lube and squeezed some out onto his hand. Russia slicked himself and lifted China's legs before positioning himself. Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself, he slowly began to push into China.

China inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into the blanket under him. Russia was very big.

"Mmm," he moaned. Russia moaned as well – China was so tight and hot around him. He gave a rough thrust and bottomed out inside the smaller man. Russia panted, resting his forehead against China's chest. If he didn't wait a moment he would cum far too soon.

China gasped in surprise. His grip on the blankets tightened till his knuckles turned white. It hurt a little but he couldn't let Russia know.

"...Russia... Does it f-feel good..?" he breathed. Russia nodded.

"Da…so…so good. Do you feel good, kotyonok?" he panted, embracing China. China wrapped his arms tightly around Russia and nodded.

"Sh-Shì de..." he replied, the slight pain going away. He carefully rolled his hips. Russia moaned and kissed China's chest. He pulled out a bit before thrusting back into him. Russia had never felt anything so amazing and he couldn't keep himself from thrusting again and again.

China gasped with each thrust, bucking his hips up to meet with each one. He gently slid his nails across Russia's shoulders and back, careful not to apply too much pressure and accidentally hurt his lover.

"Oh! Russia..!" he moaned the fair-haired man's name erotically. Russia groaned loudly.

"China…"

He ran his tongue over one of China's nipples as his thrusts become more erratic. Russia was a little surprised he managed to last as long as he had, however he was getting close. China's hips bucked faster and his head fell back. He could feel himself getting close to his second orgasm.

"R-Russia! Cl-ose...!" he managed to say between labored breaths. Russia couldn't respond as his orgasm hit. He shouted China's name as he came hard. Russia realized, as he came down from his high, that he had practically collapsed on top of China.

China came at the same time, crying out as he was filled by Russia. His vision went white and he collapsed. It wasn't until he blinked a few times and his breathing started to even out that he noticed the heavy weight on top of him. He looked down and had to chuckle.

"...Tired?" he asked, sliding his fingers soothingly through Russia's hair. Russia closed his eyes and sighed contentedly, enjoying how close he felt to China.

"Da…sorry," he replied. China smiled, continuing to pet Russia's soft hair.

"It is okay... You're supposed to be tired," he reassured quietly. Russia smiled.

"Okay. Was that good for you?" he asked, gently and absentmindedly rubbing China's hip. China smiled happily and nodded.

"Very. You are the best I've ever had," he complimented, sliding his hand up and down Russia's back. Russia grinned and looked up at China.

"Good. I am glad to be hearing that…I love you," he replied, kissing China sweetly. China smiled into the kiss and kissed back gently.

"I love you too, Russia," he cooed.

~The End~

Translations: Golubchik = little dove (Russian), MIlaya Moyna = my sweet (Russian), Kotyonok = kitten (Russian)