A/N: Won't lie. This is a long ass chapter and I've been working on it a bit at a time for a long time. But on the other hand SMUT!
You. Are. Welcome.
On this end I've been doing a shit load of Uni assignments. I actually have two due very soon so this has been my break from... well typing. It's fun typing though.
-SeeleFairyWitch-
"You can't just call everything that's old vintage," Yao grumbled falling onto the couch.
"I should stop calling you vintage then?" Ivan raised an eyebrow. Yao's eyes instantly narrowed and the sound of laughing came through their headphones.
Yao turned back to the screen giving Ivan a sharp punch to his arm.
"Ow, Yao!" Ivan looked shocked. "I was just kidding, I'll still call you vintage- ow!"
"This is the part where you say: no daddy, don't beat me!" Alfred laughed.
"Why would I do that if I like it? Ow!" Ivan rubbed his sore arm. Yao glared at him, his dark eyes tearing holes in the larger man.
"One more word and I'll hit you with this remote," Yao threatened.
Everyone was still laughing at them, it was unusual to think their relationship was so dysfunctional.
"Don't do that Yao, he likes it," Gilbert teased.
"Ow!" Ivan jumped. "Why did you do that?"
"Because Gilbert isn't here," Yao shrugged turning back to his screen.
"Did you hear that Gilbert? I have something to pass onto you at the next world meeting," Ivan smiled.
"If you can catch me," Gilbert scoffed.
"Oh, hey look. Francis is on. Great, I need a kill," Alfred laughed.
"Francis just hides," Ivan rolled his eyes. "He doesn't even shoot."
"I think he gets scared and forgets how to," Alfred mused.
"I can hear you two brats," Francis spat. Yao shook his head with a smile.
"Someone is following me," Yao complained.
"Who is that?" Francis sounded shocked.
"Yao, he's at my place so I gave him a controller. He's screen cheating though," Ivan tried to cover Yao's eyes.
"I am not!" Yao snapped pushing away.
"Liar," Ivan accused. Yao poked his tongue out kicking Ivan. "Ow! Stop that!"
"What the hell is happening in your house?" Alfred asked.
"Sounds like la amour," Francis teased.
"I'm going to kill Yao," Ivan grinned. "Ah! Yao! No!"
"Not really," Gilbert mused.
"Agh! He's got his legs around my eyes. Help!" Ivan tried to shake the Chinese man off but he was just too good at his craft. Yao had, without hands, gotten up behind Ivan and covered Ivan's eyes with his legs.
"Five seconds!" Alfred started running. They all say him jump off the top of the building and kill Francis with his weight. "Yeah! Weight Crush!"
"What was that?" Francis sounded shocked.
"We gave Alfred Fat ass ability," Ivan commented without the sight. Yao used his feet to poke Ivan's face. "Yao, you're relentless. I'm never playing video games with you in the room again. Sore loser."
Yao poked his tongue out at the Russian man and fell to one side.
The end screen popped up and Ivan laughed.
"Thinking I am the champion again," Ivan stumbled to his feet.
"No need to gloat about how you could kill us all," Gilbert scoffed. "We all knew it."
"I would've had no deaths if someone wasn't screen cheating."
"I gave him permission man," Alfred laughed. "Who's in for the next game?"
"I am," Gilbert cheered.
"Oui," Francis smiled.
"I'm going to have a shower," Ivan stood, dusting himself off. "Yao?"
"One more game," Yao smiled at him.
"Okie dokie, let me set up the players. Right Ivan's out, let's do this," Alfred laughed. Ivan slipped off his headphones sitting them down and sat his control to one side.
Soon the countdown began and Ivan was gone.
"Is he gone?" Francis asked.
"He's in the shower," Yao heard the distinct sound of the water running.
"Antonio's in," Alfred grinned.
"Where's Lovi?" Gilbert asked.
"I'm not sure," Antonio mused. "He told me to stay in the lounge room."
"Probably a surprise dinner?" Francis suggested.
"I don't smell food," Antonio mused. "He's in my office."
"That's weird," Alfred confirmed.
Yao laughed, shaking his head.
"Instead of laughing at us Yao, do you have a suggestion?" Gilbert asked.
"I bet you all, when you walk into your office you're going to get end up making love on your desk," Yao shook his head. "Do you smell candles?"
"Si, now I'm nervous, what do I do?"
"What you always do man," Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Now let's play."
The bad touch kind of sucked compared to Yao, of course Yao's character had ninja skills beyond compare.
"Hey Yao," Alfred spoke up.
"Yes Alfred?"
"How's your writing thing?" He asked casually.
"Yeah, still having episodes?" Antonio asked.
"Not really," Yao laughed. "It's weird, they may have slowed down."
"Your exports haven't slowed down so something must've changed," Francis shrugged. "Oh, I know! Reuniting with your Russian crush, perhaps?"
"Absolutely not!" Yao snapped.
"Right," Francis sounded unbelieving.
"That makes sense, you haven't had any episodes since you ran into Ivan at the G8 meeting," Gilbert teased.
"It makes no sense, I was still having weird episodes at the world meeting and Ivan was there, aru," Yao rolled his eyes. Though he had to admit Ivan's very presence was calming to the China man. Now that Ivan was in the shower his hands were twitching. Yao tried to ignore them.
"Do you still get those weird twitches?" Antonio asked.
"I'm getting one right now," Yao replied. "Ugh, I have to go."
"Wait! Yao! Dude!" Alfred called out but it was too late. Yao was gone.
"Should we call?" Antonio suggested.
"I will, just to get Ivan out of the shower," Alfred offered.
Ivan shook his head, letting water cover the walls around him. Then he heard the phone ringing. He assumed Yao would get it but the ringing continued.
"Yao!" Ivan called out. No reply. "Yao?" Slowly Ivan turned the shower off putting a towel around his waist. He stepped out of the shower looking around. The phone rang again. Ivan jumped to attention, rushing into the lounge room.
"Privet, Ivan speaking," Ivan noticed Yao wasn't on the couch. He began to worry.
"Hey man, its Alfred, Yao just said he had that twitchy hand thing then went offline. Is he there?"
"Nyet," Ivan looked into the kitchen then wandered into the bedroom. Walking back into the lounge room he noticed the front door was cracked open. "Oh no."
"What? Did you find him?" Alfred asked.
"The front doors open," Ivan swung the door open looking into the cold landscape. The rush of cold air hit his naked body, he was ready to run to his room and change when he saw the smaller man just metres from him in the snow, he was digging into his and muttering under his breath.
"Do you see him?"
"Da, he's in the snow, I'll get him inside. Talk to you later," Ivan hung up the phone sitting it to one side. He never considered changing when he saw Yao was in his thin pyjamas and shivering.
"Made… made," Yao kept working despite his skin turning blue. Ivan sucked it up, stepping onto the cold snow barefoot and in a towel.
"Yao!" Ivan stepped towards him, hissing with each step. He could feel his body freezing. "Yao!"
"In china, Made in china," Yao grumbled. Ivan stopped next to him leaning down to shake the smaller mans' shoulder.
"Yao?"
"Made in China," Yao mumbled. "Everything."
"We need to go inside," Ivan placed a hand on Yao's shoulder. Yao smacked his hand away turning back to the snow.
"M-m-made," Yao shivered again, his teeth were chattering.
"That's it," Ivan grabbed Yao, holding his hands down and pulling him to his feet.
"No! No! Let go of me!" Yao kicked and screamed, he tried to get back to the snow. It was then Ivan noticed all around the path he walked was the same three word dug into the snow.
"No Yao, you need to come inside before you freeze," Ivan kicked the door closed pushing Yao so the smaller man stumbled back into the back of the couch. Yao balanced himself then charged foreword trying to get past Ivan. "No Yao!" Ivan wrapped his arms around the smaller man, holding him tight while the smaller man punched and yelled.
"Move!" Yao struggled. "Let go of me!"
"Yao! Yao," Ivan's voice calmed as Yao did. The smaller man ran a hand down Ivan's pale chest, staring at it for a moment. "Oh thank God. Are you okay?"
Yao pushed back turning and walking off.
"Yao?" Ivan followed him into the kitchen where Yao was pulling apart cupboards and testing bottles. He pulled out one, squeezing it onto his finger then he smiled to himself.
"Perfect,"
"Yao? What is that?" Ivan asked as Yao slipped off the bench approaching him. His eyes were latched onto Ivan's chest and it was kind of turning the Russian on.
"Hm… to vertical," Yao decided.
"Yao?" Ivan let his head fall to one side.
"Sh," Yao pressed a finger to Ivan's lips. "Paper doesn't talk."
"What?" Ivan looked confused. In a moment Yao had two fingers against Ivan's chest, pushing him back until the Russian tripped on the couch and fell onto his back in the mess of pillows.
"Better," Yao crawled on top of Ivan, straddling his lap. As soon as Ivan regained his composure he tried to sit up but Yao simply put two fingers on his head using it to force Ivan back down.
"Yao?" Ivan tried to push back, putting his head on the other side's arm rest. Yao put his whole hand on Ivan's mouth for a moment.
"I said shut up," Yao stated in a silky tone. Ivan obeyed as Yao took his hands away. He shook the bottle in his hands and squeezed the letters onto Ivan's chest. He began to do it over and over until Ivan the Russian's whole chest was covered.
"Yao-"
Ivan tried to speak again only to have a hand shoved in his mouth. Yao hummed, looking for more room. Ivan couldn't deny that Yao's little adventure all over his body was turning him on and it was becoming obvious.
Yao leant forward, forcing Ivan's head to one side. He examined Ivan's paper white neck and smiled. He ran one finger down, testing the smoothness.
"Ah, Yao, stop it," Ivan squeezed his eyes shut. Yao suddenly realised what he was doing, where he was. Who he was sitting on.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry," Yao sat back, straight onto Ivan's lap. "I didn't mean- oh wow," Yao looked over Ivan's chest. He even had chocolate splattered onto his face.
"That's okay Yao," Ivan sighed leaning up on his elbows.
"I didn't mean to- I just."
"I said it was fine," Ivan smiled taking a deep breath. He was still red as a beetroot and trying to shuffle down. It was then Yao felt it: Ivan had been a bit too excited by Yao's show. Understandably.
"Um…" Yao put his hands on Ivan's stomach looking down. Often when he was sitting on a naked man with a boner pushing up into him he would also be naked and he hadn't just sexually assaulted them… against their will.
Ivan realised that Yao had figured him out and he looked down, trying to calm himself.
"Yao, I…" Ivan tried to explain himself.
"Ivan you don't have to explain yourself," Yao laughed lightly. "It was my fault."
Ivan's head dropped but he stared at Yao through his eyelashes.
"I-I guess I should explain… how though," Ivan scratched the back of his head.
"Don't," Yao stared down at him. He was sick of this pretending he didn't want to ride Ivan so hard he wouldn't walk in the morning. He could feel Ivan pressing into him and it was making him equally excited.
"What?" Ivan looked confused at him.
"I said don't," Yao repeated. "Let me apologise for this by cleaning you off."
"It's fine, I'll just have another shower," Ivan shrugged sitting up. "This one may be cold."
Yao pulled Ivan with two fingers under his chin, he wrapped his mouth around Ivan's jaw, sucking the chocolate off.
"Y-yao, Yao Yao," Ivan let out a deep breath. Yao moved down, leaving one soft kiss to Ivan's neck before sucking on one nipped to clear a letter. "Yao!" Ivan pushed Yao back.
"What's wrong?" Yao let his head fall to one side.
"We can't when you're having one of your episodes," Ivan shook his head.
"Oh Ivan," Yao shook his head, a smile spread across his chocolate coated lips. "I wouldn't be licking it off if I was having an episode."
Ivan thought for a moment: "Oh."
"Lay back, relax. I'll take good care of you, okay?" Yao smiled pushing Ivan against the couch. He took in the sight of Ivan going bright red before continuing his assault on Ivan's chest. As he went he began to rock his hip, sending waves of pleasure up Ivan's body. Ivan let out a gasp, his head falling back.
"D-da," Ivan nodded in reply. Yao felt his lips were covered in chocolate and his mouth was dry from the taste. There was no way he could clean Ivan's whole chest. There was just too much.
"Ivan," Yao let Ivan's eyes flash open.
"Yes Yao?"
"You're allowed to undress me," Yao raised an eyebrow.
"You weren't finished," Ivan grinned. "I want you to clean my whole chest."
"I have neither the patience nor the saliva to do that, aru," Yao replied.
"Compromise does not exist in my dictionary just for Yao Yao. You made the mess, now clean it up," Ivan leaned closer, whispering the challenge in Yao's ear. "Just like you did the last mess you left on my country."
"What?" Yao went red.
"The spray paint on the wall? Don't think I didn't know about that," Ivan grinned. "I know everything about you dear Yao. I told you, I don't compromise."
"Well do you masturbate because I'll leave you to it if you want?" Yao smiled sucking on Ivan's earlobe.
"Blackmail as well," Ivan winced when Yao ran his hands down the Russian's torso. Yao laughed leaning back to pick up a cloth. He quickly wiped Ivan down, making sure to not leave a sticky spot.
Ivan reached down lifting Yao's top up and above his head throwing it over the couch. He then pulled down on Yao's pants with the smaller man's help.
"My turn," Yao ripped the towel off throwing it to one side and straddling the bigger man's lap.
"Ah, Yao!" Ivan hissed when the smaller man bit down on his neck.
"This feels wrong Ivan," Yao whispered as Ivan pulled him into a sticky kiss.
"I know, it's amazing," Ivan replied slowly pushing Yao back until he was on top.
"Ivan! I'm suddenly seeing all the things that could go wrong from this," Yao winced when Ivan grinding them together.
"Don't think about that Yao, that all comes later," Ivan pulled Yao down sucking on the smaller man's neck.
"Our bosses will kill us," Yao was suddenly remembering all the reasons he wasn't sleeping with Russia. "Siblings, Ivan!"
"I said do not worry, dear Yao," Ivan leaned down looking straight into those dark eyes. He stared into them for a moment. "Do you want to stop?"
"No, but I feel I have to," Yao looked up at him through his lashes.
"Yao, selfless Yao, you are always thinking of the masses and others. Think about yourself," Ivan ran a hand down one side of Yao's face. "You seem like a different person to the one who was licking chocolate off me before."
"That person realised that this could be a disaster," Yao snapped.
"What about the good Yao?" Ivan tilted his head to one side. "Yao and Ivan, an item at last. Something that, lets be honest, everyone has been expecting. What does Yao want?"
Yao looked up at him, something glinted in his eyes.
"I want you Ivan," Yao explained.
"Good, because I want you to," Ivan leaned down swooping the smaller man into a kiss.
Yao let his hands explore, running up the larger mans chest and around his back to feel the skin of Ivan's soft pale skin that stretched across his back, there were small lines all along the larger mans back, thin, like the scars from a knife wound.
There were so many they felt painful but Ivan hadn't shivered so his mind was elsewhere in that moment. Yao stared into those beautiful purple eyes, getting lost in the mystery that had left Yao lost for centuries. The mystery of what Ivan was thinking, something his eyes always hid. Something he shielded for a good reason.
Yao yearned to be able to read those eyes but at the same time refused to let Ivan read him. However he wasn't as good at hiding his feeling than Ivan was. Ivan could see straight through the tough exterior to the golden heart Yao possessed. A man who had suffered everything but could still find room in his heart to love one more, to forgive one more time. It hurt Ivan to see Yao broken hearted, to see him lost.
"Yao," Ivan spoke softly, his voice was soft, like Yao was a injured wild animal. Yao hated that tone of voice.
"Ivan, you don't need to treat me like an injured animal, I can do it," Yao smiled back.
"That's not what I was going to say but I'm glad," Ivan chuckled to himself. "I was going to ask if you had any lube on you."
Yao went silent for a second thinking: "Well, I didn't pack any if that's what you're asking."
"Damn, I'll be right back. Do not move," Ivan jumped, running into the bedroom. Yao could hear things being torn apart in the next room and smiled.
"Hurry up Ivan or I'll start without you!" Yao called out.
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me," Yao laughed. In a second Ivan was back and holding Yao down. "Did you find it?" Yao asked.
Ivan held up a tube with a smile: "It's a rubbing oil but it will do the job."
"That better be safe," Yao warned.
"I'm sure it is," Ivan shrugged looking down on Yao. "It feels unusual to just climb back onto you."
Yao laughed standing on the couch and jumping him.
"Whoah! Yao!" Smash! Ivan successfully caught Yao and they both fell against the wall.
"Not as weird?"
"More terrifying," Ivan agreed. "What if I dropped you?"
"I knew you wouldn't," Yao smiled leaning closer. "Kiss me before I change my mind again."
Ivan grinned leaning forward and pulling the smaller man into a passionate kiss.
"Yao," Ivan whispered under his breath, grinding them together against the wall. He moved to Yao's neck, his hands wrapping around the smaller man's ass.
"Uh, Ivan!" The smaller man groaned.
"Yao, I feel as though I'm dreaming," Ivan admitted fumbling to put lube on three fingers while keeping Yao up. Yao smiled his head back against the wall.
"You must have very real dreams," Yao commented.
"I've dreamed of this enough," Ivan sucked on Yao's ear. It was then Yao realised that Ivan was in love with him. Of course he knew it before but the realisation had hit him mixed with the pleasure of Ivan grinding him hard and those pale hands about to explore every inch of Yao's ass.
"I-Ivan," Yao went cross-eyed when one finger slipped into his ass. He had no idea how Ivan was holding him up and fingering him at the same time but he couldn't see.
"Yes Yao," Ivan ran his tongue up Yao's neck earning a whimper.
"I don't think you'll fit," Yao admitted going red. Ivan stopped.
"I will Yao, trust me," Ivan laughed. "I have had sex with people of your race, I fit."
"You had sex with my citizens!" Yao snapped.
"Well technically yes, but that's beside the point. I will fit," Ivan smiled. "Plus I know you have made love with another citizens."
"I have and fine, just don't stop for goodness sake!" Yao snapped.
"Oh right sorry," Ivan inserted a third finger hearing a satisfy scream and moan. "How's that?"
"I don't know, you can screw me like this against the wall though," Yao gritted his teeth.
"Challenge accepted," Ivan grinned.
"No! You will screw me on the couch because I'm an elder and I'm fragile."
"No problem, old man," Ivan teased pulling Yao close.
"Jerk," Yao snapped. Ivan grinned pumping his fingers one more time to make Yao squirm. "Ah! Ivan!"
"Do you want me?" Ivan asked with a smile.
"Yes but not like this. I won't be all bent at an awkward angle on this couch. I'd like to sit up," Yao looked around.
"Here," Ivan pulled Yao close getting up. He kicked his recliner lounge making the footrest come out. Ivan kneeled on top of Yao sucking on that slender neck. He made a point of pulling Yao's ass up so he could grind them together.
"Ah- Ivan," Yao let out a deep breath. "You're a giant tease."
Ivan grinned pulling Yao's legs up and onto his shoulders.
"I said no awkward angles," Yao snapped.
"Yao, for a man who was begging for me you are making it very had for us to make love," Ivan smiled with a warning tone.
Yao raised an eyebrow at him: a stronger warning.
Ivan sighed putting one arm under the smaller man and flipping him.
"How's that?" Ivan asked.
"Better," Yao smiled cuddling up. He put his feet up ticking Ivan's butt.
"Yao!" Ivan jumped and laughed. "Stop that."
"Stop what?" Yao smiled innocently at him.
"I'm going pound you," Ivan warned. Yao smiled digging his face into the couch. Ivan leaned down sucking on Yao's neck again. Yao smiled humming and leaning into the kiss.
"Mmm… ah!" Yao squeaked when Ivan pushed the tip of his dick in. "Ivan!"
"My bad," Ivan grinned slowly pushing in. Yao pulled a mixture of faces, his whole body tensing.
"Ah- ee- Ivan," Yao pulled a face.
"Relax yourself Yao," Ivan kissed his cheek. "Just a bit more."
"Ivan, you won't fit all the way in," Yao snapped. Ivan put one hand under his waist pulling him up onto Ivan.
"I'm in, all the way," Ivan gave Yao a smug smirk. Yao shuffled, kneeling and glaring at Ivan.
"How?" Yao tried to look, twisting his body.
"You have obviously done this before," Ivan nodded. Yao gave him the finger turning back to the couch.
"Move," Yao smiled shaking his head.
Ivan sucked on his neck, his hands going up and down Yao's body. He started slow, only pulling out a put before going back in. Yao let out a few noises, nothing to loud.
"I was kind of hoping you'd be noisy," Ivan kissed his ear with a grin.
"You're not going hard enough," Yao grinned.
"Challenge accepted," Ivan smiled. He began to push harder, feeling Yao move under his weight. Yao let out a squeak, a groan. So many cute noises Ivan was enjoying. Then Ivan moved faster, slamming against that prostate, He decided not to pull out to far, it would leave to much time between Yao's groans and screams.
"Ivan!" Yao shivered his whole body moving with Ivan. Ivan pushed harder.
"Yao Yao, You're amazing," Ivan whispered into his ear.
"Ah! Shit Ivan," Yao wanted him to go harder. "Harder."
Ivan smiled slamming in harder. He was barely moving from a distance but in that moment, where they were connected he could feel Yao's ass against his legs, that beautiful body under his hands.
They were all the sensations he dreamed of, Yao was all he dreamed of. Now it was real and Ivan couldn't stop thinking it was a dream.
"Yao, ah," Ivan reached around grabbing Yao's length. He began to pump.
"Ivan!" Yao groaned and growled. He could feel himself tighten. He guessed it had been a while since the last time he was dominated by someone Ivan's size and that huge cock slamming against his prostate was pushing him closer to the edge as it was.
Ivan moved harder and harder, speeding his pace up but trying not to flip the couch. He raised his body, grabbing Yao's hips for a minute and pushing Yao onto him harder. Yao screamed, then again, he seemed to be enjoying this position. Not that Ivan wasn't.
Ivan continued to slam, stretching one arm around and grabbing onto Yao once more. This time it was to much, Yao came. All over the couch and Ivan's hand. Ivan wasn't done yet though. He wanted more, Ivan let go, his hands going back to Yao's hips.
He slammed the Chinaman against him harder and Yao was still screaming for more, for Ivan to do unspeakable things to him. Ivan let out a shuddering breath.
"Yao! Ah! I love you." Ivan let out one last confession before shooting his essence straight up Yao's ass. Yao let out a deep breath and shuffled. Ivan leaned his head against Yao's back.
"Next time we'll time it so we both cum at the same time," Ivan suggested.
"That's not important, if you cum first, I get a blow job. If I do, you keep going. Same the other way around," Yao laughed. Ivan pulled to one side.
"Yao inside of me, I would love to try that," Ivan laid on the couch next to Yao. The smaller man cuddled up to his chest, the sweat and cum sticking them together.
"One day, aru," Yao agreed. "How do you feel?"
"Hm… like I could die a happy man," Ivan shrugged. Yao laughed. "I'm buzzing Yao, really. What about you?"
"Hm… a bit sore but also buzzing," Yao agreed. Ivan nodded with a smile. "You said you loved me."
"Did I?" Ivan asked going red. "I do not remember this."
"You did," Yao grinned pulling him into a kiss. "I love you to Ivan."
"Really?" Ivan grinned.
"Yes," Yao nodded with a smile. Ivan got a brighter, if that was even possible, he was almost glowing. He flipped them pulling Yao into a long passionate kiss.
"I could take you again," Ivan grinned kissing Yao again.
"Ivan!" Yao laughed pushing him back. "No, bad Ivan. I love you but I think I deserve a break. You were very hard."
"You asked for it," Ivan defended himself.
"I did, aru," Yao sat up pulling Ivan into a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you to," Ivan grinned.
Suddenly the phone rang, Ivan flipped them so Yao could lie on his chest and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" Ivan smiled patting Yao's hair. "Ah, yes, Alfred, I found him. He is very safe."
Yao laughed shaking his head at the Russian when he suggestively raised his eyebrows. Then Ivan's smile dropped and he seemed to pale.
"Oh… I see, my bad," Ivan bit his lip. "Yes, I suppose. Thank you for letting me know. Goodbye."
Ivan hung up the phone and sat it to one side. He looked down on Yao for a moment.
"You forgot to disconnect your remote," He grabbed Yao's remote pressing a few buttons to shut off the game.
"So?" Yao shrugged.
"No, Yao, your headphones were still on," Ivan explained. Yao went pale looking at the headphones right next to them.
"Did they hear it all?" Yao asked.
"Da, every scream," Ivan nodded throwing the remote to one side. Yao was silent for a moment then began to laugh. "It's not funny Yao."
"But… they heard me screaming your name and heard you and-" Yao laughed harder. "I just can't."
Ivan began to laugh shaking his head. Then they were both laughing.
"Do you think we can pull it off as a friendly tennis match?" Ivan asked.
"Yeah sure, if I was putting the racquet in you," Yao laughed harder. Ivan cackled.
"We're so fucked,"
"No one will even be able to look at us in the next meeting," Yao shook his head.
"Good, I hate their faces," Ivan snapped. Yao laughed harder.
"Ivan," Yao took a deep breath.
"Let's get drunk and do it again. This time lets call Arthur and have sex while he's on the phone," Yao suggested.
"Done," Ivan grinned.
"Also next time we're doing it in the bedroom," Yao nodded.
"Done, I will screw you in the bedroom with Arthur on the phone," Ivan nodded.
"No, I'll screw you and he'll be so confused," Yao suggested.
"Yes, I'll get the vodka," Ivan sat up. He stood ready to run off.
"Ivan!" Yao called out. Ivan stopped mid stride turning to him.
"Yes Yao?"
"I love you," Yao grinned.
"I love you to," Ivan leaned down giving him a long passionate kiss. "I have an idea."
"What?"
"Let's just call him and act like your topping by making all the noises then hang up and have actual sex."
"I like that idea, then we know he can hear us, aru," Yao smiled. "Get the vodka."
"Done," Ivan turned running off.
Yao smiled shaking his head. His hands felt so much. There was no urge to write, no warning of blacking out. Just the leftover warmth of Ivan's body against his.
Him and Ivan, of course Yao wasn't lying when he said he loved the Russian. He had always loved Ivan. Whether he could trust Ivan was a different matter but Yao felt in that moment that the world was right and he could love Ivan without punishment.
They'd been best friends and acting like an old married couple for years and years so why not lovers. Why not together forever? They'd made it this far and still ended up back in each other's arms.
Yao smiled at the thought of the Russian. Who would've thought that a huge Russian country could cure him of such a weird habit?
"Are you okay Yao?" Ivan asked coming back in with two bottles.
"I was just thinking about how weird it is I don't feel like writing at all."
"Ah, I knew I could cure you," Ivan laughed.
"You have a magic ass," Yao teased.
"I do," Ivan agreed. "Are you coming?"
"I'll be right there, aru," Yao stretched to stand.
"If you don't hurry I'll start without you," Ivan teased. Yao grinned but then froze.
There is was, tattooed on Ivan's ass cheek. Yao guessed that it had been that night they had both gotten really drunk and woken up outside a tattoo parlor. Ivan rubbed the spot like it was sore but it didn't smudge.
Those three bloody words…
Made in China.
A/N: This is my orginal planned end. I might do one more chapter when Yao is trying to tell Ivan about the Tattoo but can't. Not sure. What do you all think? Comment with suggestions. But other than that, this is all! I really loved writing this so I'm going to write more funny fanfictions like this.
Next I'm hoping to restart The Golden Tomato, I've rewritten the entire plot. Little bit of Rohcu but a Spamano based story.
See you all soon!
-SeeleFairyWitch-