Title: Cosplay With Me V2

Rating: M for the next chapter

Summary: What happens when America discovers the joys of cosplaying? He goes and plays with Russia of course. M for M/M sex, don't like don't read.

Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Hetalia or Deathnote or their characters in any way shape or form.

Last chapter, enjoy some smut.

Thanks to Fynniona for the sentence advice ^.^ If you happen to read it again could you critique again please? You really helped :D and yes the sadomasochism is TOTALLY ON PURPOSE! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahem.. yes, well, thanks.

"Ready?"

He nodded.

Russia quickly pressed the pad to the cut. America groaned loudly into the gauze and tried to move away. The bigger man wrapped his arm around America's chest to hold him still. He held him tightly as he began to clean the cut. America growled and squirmed in pain. His hands had involuntarily grabbed on to the others arm. Russia hissed as nails dug in to his arm. He pulled the man back in to his chest. America's eyes went wide. The white hot pain searing through his body seemed to turn his brain to mush. His nails seemed imbedded in the man's skin. Russia groaned as pain shot up his arm. He pressed down on Americas wound, causing him to lurch forward. He found himself pulled on top of the man. America screamed into the gauze as pain exploded through his arm. Russia smiled as he realized the extent of America's pain. He twisted the arm around his chest, grabbed his right wrist, and yanked it out. Russia groaned as nails scratched down his arm. America gasped. The pain running through him was indescribable. He saw stars and fireworks in his vision. Russia giggled as America shuddered in pain. He waited for him to stop shaking before removing the alcohol pad. Renewed pain hit as the cool air stung at the cut. America spat out the gauze.

"Mother fucker!"

Russia ignored him and grabbed a large bandage. He smoothed it down slowly over the cut. America groaned. Russia grinned as he moved America's arm ever so slightly. Russia circled his thumb over the bandage causing more groans.

"You," he whispered in America's ear, "Are a big baby."

America turned his head and glared at the man.

"Am not."

Russia intertwined their hands and pulled his arm down. America gasped.

"Seems you are," He smiled teasingly as he put more pressure on his arm.

America's fingers involuntarily tightened. Russia closed his eyes as the grip on his hand increased and became wonderfully painful. He leaned over the man and wrapped his free arm around the man's chest. He continued to push his arm. As expected he dug his nails back into his arm. Russia smiled; such pleasurable pain. He pressed himself into America's back.

"You are adorable when you are in pain."

He bit down on America's shoulder. America grunted. Russia moaned as America scratched at his arm. The smaller man smirked as he increased the pressure of his scratches.

"Still 'adorable' commie?"

Russia nibbled at his ear.

"Mmm do not tempt me Amerika."

"Or what?"

Russia smiled as he pulled America's arm above his head, the sudden movement sent renewed pain through him. He gritted his teeth, determined to not show any pain. Russia laughed as he quickly yanked the other arm above his head. He kept their hands intertwined, twisting Americas' arms ever so slightly.

The odd angle his bad arm was being held sent constant pain down it. Russia bit down on America's neck; he let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a squeak. He bit down harder and began to suck on the mark. America grunted.

"Trying to hold back noise are you?"

America gave him a fuck-you glare, made much less threatening by the blush that had settled on his face.

"Come, let me hear you."

He smiled as he released America's hands and grabbed both wrists with his right hand. His left arm moved to wrap around his stomach. He licked at the mark he made. America bit down on his lip; he wouldn't give Russia the satisfaction.

"I can make you scream."

It was barely a whisper, filled with lust and laced with poison. America's eyes widened. He realized just how far Russia was willing to go; it scared him and….excited him. Russia felt the man tremble. He smiled as he ran his hand up America's chest. He didn't know what to do, his skin turned to ice under the man's hand. He shivered as the cold fingers ghosted over a nipple.

"U-uh I-I" he stuttered.

Russia licked his ear as he pinched America's nipple.

America moaned as Russia's hand rubbed at the sensitive nub. Russia ground his hips into the man's ass. The blond nation grunted as he held back moans. Russia's hand switched to his other nipple. America strained against the bigger man's hand, trying desperately to wiggle free of him. The bigger man tightened his grip on his wrists and trailed his other hand down his stomach. He smiled as the muscles twitched and tightened under it. America arched his back, desperately trying to move away from the cold appendage. Russia growled as America pressed himself closer. America didn't know what to do, if he moved forward there was his wandering hand, if he moved back there was the horny man himself. He tensed as Russia's fingers slipped under his waistband. Russia paused and leaned down to America's ear.

"If you wish for me to stop..."

The question hung in the air. America blushed.

"Shut up, ya stupid commie."

Russia smiled.

"Of course, my little capitalist pig."

America opened his mouth to snap back but snapped it shut when Russia's hand slipped fully into his pants.

"F-fuck" he moaned breathily.

Russia's hand was like ice as he slowly began to stroke America's burning member. Russia moaned as America pressed back into him, desperate for more. He smiled as he quickly ripped down America's last article of clothing. America gasped.

"W-why's your house gotta be s-so cold?"

Russia smiled as he removed his hand. America felt a slight twinge of fear as he heard the sound of a zipper.

"Would you like me to warm you up?"

America gasped as Russia's large and throbbing member was pressed against his ass. His mind went completely blank for a moment before kicking in to high gear.

'What the fuck did I get myself in to?! Is this really happening?! What do I do?! WhatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdo?!'

Russia paused, sensing the man's distress. He released the man's wrist and placed one hand on his shoulder the other on the back of the couch. He gently rubbed America's back.

"Amerika... if you are unsure..."

America felt his face heat up yet again. He took a deep breath, moved his arms, and pushed himself to sit on his knees. He awkwardly turned to face the larger man, careful to keep his eyes locked on his face.

"I'm the hero, I'm always sure," he rushed out before crushing their lips together.

Russia's eyes widened as hot lips crashed into his and the eager man was suddenly on top of him. America ignored the pain in his arm as he reached around to remove his boxers. After the moment of shock Russia began kissing back, quickly dominating it. He slipped his tongue into America's eager mouth; their tongues began a battle for dominance. America ground his hips into Russia's causing them both to gasp. He grabbed the man's sides and dug in his nails. America groaned as he jerked his hips into Russia's. Russia quickly moved to claim America's mouth again. America pressed his body into Russia's, his hypersensitive skin on fire as the material of his suit rubbed against it. Russia moaned as their cocks rubbed slowly together.

"Need more," he moaned, breaking their kiss.

America was breathing heavily as he nodded. He moved off the man and backed down the couch. Russia propped himself up with his arms and watched the man curiously. His foggy mind hadn't quite caught up when his pants and boxers were thrown off and America's mouth was on his cock. He gasped at the wet warmth surrounding him. America watched Russia's expression as he slowly ran his tongue over the tip. The man groaned as America's hot mouth took more of him in. He took in as much as he could and began swirling his tongue, eliciting more pleasure filled moans from Russia. He slowly began bobbing his head; Russia dug his nails into the couch. He groaned and threw his head back, America bobbed down one last time before letting go with a satisfying pop. A string of saliva went from the big man's cock to America's lip. He met Russia's lust filled eyes as he moved back on top of him. Violet and blue eyes locked as America pressed himself against Russia. He bit his lip as pain surged through him; Russia grabbed the man's hips tightly. America pressed down a bit more; Russia drank in the pain in his partner's eyes. The smaller nation felt nails dig into him before Russia's entire length was forced into him. His eyes clenched shut as he threw his head back and screamed. Russia moaned at the warm tightness. America collapsed on Russia, his nails clawing his shoulders for dear life. Russia wrapped his arms around the man and smiled. Slowly he pulled back and thrust back in. America gasped.

"R-Russia to-too hard. To hard!"

Russia grinned as he pulled back farther and slammed in yet again. A strangled cry in his ear.

"T-to-too-"

He was cut off as Russia pulled completely out and slammed in.

"Russia!"

Russia groaned as America's nails sent fresh pain down his arms. He slammed in again, this time hitting his sweet spot. America let out something between a sob and a moan. The large nation gently nibbled his ear as he moved more slowly. America took in deep shaky breaths as Russia slowly fucked him. The pleasure filled pain set his body on fire. Russia gently pushed him up; America propped himself up.

"I want to see you."

America blushed at the lust in those violet eyes. He grabbed the man's shoulders and met his eyes. Russia grabbed his hips, pulled him up then slammed him down. America let out a strangled cry. The violet eyed man thrust into him slowly at first, trying desperately to control himself, but between America's tantalizing sounds and his incredible tightness, he lost it. He began pounding into his smaller counterpart at an increasingly fast pace. He found the man's prostate again and began aiming for it. America screamed and moaned and cried out as pleasure and pain overwhelmed his senses. It was all too much. He screamed Russia's name as his orgasm overcame him. Russia breathed out America's as he thrust in one last time before spilling his seed inside the man. America's arms gave out and he collapsed on top of the man. The two panted as they rode out the post-orgasmic waves of pleasure. Russia gently removed himself from America, causing the man to groan in pain. He smiled and gently moved America off of him. America sat up groggily, peering back at Russia through half-lidded eyes.

Russia stood slowly, removed the last of his now cum stained suit, and scooped America up in his arms. He instinctively wrapped his arms around Russia's neck.

"Whaddaya doin?" he mumbled sleepily.

Russia held him closer to his chest as his head lolled forward. He climbed the stairs carefully and opened the first door. America noticed the yellow walls before he was placed on soft, fluffy covers. Texas was removed and the blankets were pulled over him. Russia leaned down and hesitantly kissed his forehead. He stood and smiled sadly, as he turned to leave a hand was suddenly on his wrist. Russia looked down at the man. Sleepy, yet happy, blue eyes looked back. Russia didn't dare to hope.

"Da?" he practically whispered.

"Won't you stay?"

Russia felt his eyes water as he nodded. America moved over and Russia slipped in beside him. They turned to each other, foreheads touching, one arm draped over the others body, and legs intertwined. They both sighed contently. The two fell asleep, in the warmth of each others arms and to the ever present smell of snow.

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