[Fanfic] Fanservice
Mar. 23rd, 2010 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blood_wingedTitle: Fanservice
Genre: Romance
Pairing/s: USxUK.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. Sex.
Summary: When Alfred realises that it's one of his favourite artist's birthdays, he decides to drag Arthur into making a present for her...
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technoranma ]
“Hey, Arts, look! It’s technoranma’s birthday!” Alfred turned in his seat and draped his arms over the back of the chair, looking across to where his lover sat by the window, quietly enjoying a cup of tea and a book.
“Who?” the Englishman replied absently, glancing at Alfred over the rim of his cup and quirking one eyebrow slightly.
“Technoranma!” Alfred repeated, enthusiastically, twisting back ‘round. “The one who drew all those cool pictures of us.”
“Oh, her...” Arthur set his tea and book to one side and got up, crossing the room and leaning lightly against the desk, his gaze on the computer screen as Alfred flicked through an archive of images. He let out a quiet snort. “She always gets my nose wrong. And my eyebrows.” He frowned. “My eyebrows are not that big.”
“Aw, Arty~” The American scooted back a little, and caught hold of Arthur’s hand, pulling him down into his lap and kissing his nose before nuzzling his eyebrows. “I love your eyebrows, even if they are kinda- ... I just love your eyebrows.”
Arthur flushed pink, and turned his face away to hide it, looking back to the computer. “W-well, I guess they’re not that bad...” he mumbled. He knew that Alfred would be holding in sounds of glee just to preserve his lover’s dignity – he adored it when Arthur blushed.
“I think we should make her a present,” Alfred said then, leaning his head against Arthur’s shoulder.
“A present..? What did you have in mind?”
“That camcorder’s still in the closet upstairs, right?”
The Englishman simply stared at him for a long moment. Several long moments. He felt his face heat and knew that he had to look redder than one of Antonio’s best tomatoes. Alfred was grinning at him, that cheeky, disarming grin that caught him off-kilter every time. He couldn’t help it – he nodded.
“Awesome.” The younger man stood with Arthur in his arms, and when the smaller nation struggled, he tossed him easily over his shoulder and patted his rear, chuckling as he listened to the Englishman splutter curses and demands to be put down. “No way, Artie. It’s time for some fun.” He hummed to himself as he hauled the still squirming Englishman upstairs, giving him a quick kiss after dumping him unceremoniously on the bed. Arthur made several attempts to stand, only to be immediately thwarted by the American’s ridiculous strength, eventually giving up and simply huffing, watching while Alfred rummaged in the closet for the video recorder.
“What exactly are you planning to do?” he asked after a few minutes had passed. Alfred looked over to him and winked, then made a triumphant sound and pulled out a box. He set up the camcorder on a tripod and fiddled with the settings, pointing it at the bed. Immediately, Arthur’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening, scrambling away as Alfred headed over to him. “Oh, no chance, Alfred. No sodding-nn...”
A kiss cut him off, and suddenly he was being pressed down against the bed by Alfred’s weight, and the American’s soft lips were on his, warm fingers slipping up his shirt as one hand tangled in his hair and gently tugged his head back, warm kisses trailed across his throat. Arthur’s body jolted, a moan escaping before he could stop it, and he promptly clapped a hand over his mouth, using the other to push against Alfred’s chest in a protest that quickly dissolved into clutching desperately at the American’s shirt.
“Bastard...” he whimpered. “I hate you so much...”
“Arthur, we’ve been over this...” Alfred straddled Arthur’s hips, effectively pinning him against the sheets no matter how fretfully the smaller man tried to remove him. “It’s pronounced ‘love’.”
“Nn... stop...” Arthur’s struggles were weakening, breathing quickening as Alfred’s hands moved beneath his shirt, the fabric smoothing and bunching with the shifting of his fingers. The Englishman’s eyes slid closed, his slim form quivering under every touch, intensely aware of the camcorder in the corner of the room. “W-wait... y-you can’t make me- mmn...”
Another kiss. Alfred smiled and hummed contentedly, shifting and settling between the smaller man’s thighs and slowly, deliberately grinding down against him.
“A-ah!” The Englishman bucked up helplessly, squeezing his eyes shut as Alfred tugged his shirt off him and began fiddling with his belt, quickly tossing it away and lowering his head to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to Arthur’s stomach. Arthur pushed his fingers through Alfred’s hair, keeping his eyes shut to lessen the awareness of the camera, his hips already rocking in a faint, almost twitching movement. The sensitive skin below his navel was gently bitten and marked, and he tightened his grip on Alfred’s hair, hearing the responding low grunt.
“Ah... nnn... ahnn...” No more protests now. Arthur was lost to the American’s touch, the throbbing heat pooling in his groin and the warmth rushing through his body. He was undressed with a level care that was thrillingly tender, until he was laid bare before his lover, and the camcorder, which he hadn’t forgotten about. Alfred took off his glasses and pulled his shirt over his head, not pausing in his gentle ministrations as he kissed Arthur’s chest, teasing his nipples to an aching hardness with tongue and teeth, brushing his thumbs over the sensitised nubs of flesh. His lover shook and trembled beneath him, a quiet whine passing his lips as Alfred drew away to shuck his jeans to the floor.
“You know...” Alfred murmured as he reached beneath the pillow under Arthur’s head and drew out a small bottle. “This is kinda kinky...” He tipped a little of the bottle’s contents over one hand and slicked up his fingers, moving over his lover to kiss him.
“You don’t-mngh!” Arthur buried his head in Alfred’s shoulder, gasping and clinging tightly to him as two fingers were pushed easily inside his body, sliding over the silky walls and curling to a single spot that had the older man stiffening, choking back a cry. “Sodding git...”
Their eyes locked, Alfred’s expression mischievous as his gaze flickered over Arthur’s beautifully flushed face. A third finger was added, strong muscles swallowing them up eagerly, tense and needy as Arthur grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets and squirmed, the previous twitching of his hips now a steady, rolling movement. He hooked one leg around Alfred’s hips and drew them together, and for a moment the American froze, a shudder running the length of his body before he captured Arthur’s lips in a heated kiss. Arthur was robbed of breath as a fourth finger was pressed in beside the rest, breaking the kiss to tilt his head back and cry out, his chest heaving as he panted breathlessly. Already it was almost too much, the heat, the tight curl of pleasure at his pelvis, the deep, invading pressure of Alfred’s fingers inside his body. He tossed his head, whimpering again, grabbing hold of the headrail behind him and clinging to it like a lifeline.
“P-please... ah-aaaah... hnn...”
Alfred drew his hand away and wiped it clean on the bed sheets, and ran his fingers lightly over Arthur’s quaking form, the Englishman’s eyes wide and dark, hazed with need. He slung one of the smaller man’s slender calves over his shoulder, turning his head to press a kiss to his kneecap, and then he shot the camcorder a wink before he slowly, gently forced Arthur’s leg up until it almost fell level with the tip of his nose. There was a pause, in which Arthur let out a shuddering moan, and then Alfred guided himself into place and pushed into his lover.
Arthur gasped. His eyes met Alfred’s and fixed to them, lips slightly parted and begging for the kiss which Alfred happily bestowed upon them. The leg not over Alfred’s shoulder slipped around his waist, a heel pressing lightly against the base of the American’s spine to urge him closer, deeper. Alfred’s hands smoothed down Arthur’s thighs, settling at his hips, drawing him near and kissing him softly, murmuring a quiet encouragement as he began to move.
“Alfred... Alfred...” Arthur moaned shakily, dragging his nails up Alfred’s back, bucking up to each thrust, his moans and cries coming louder, harder, desperate and broken as he gasped out his lover’s name between kisses. He shut his eyes tightly and let out a shaky, feeble sound, and Alfred kissed his neck, leaving small marks along the curve of his collarbone.
“S-stars and stripes...”
“H-haa... Alfred... A-America!”
“F-fuck!”
They peaked together, muscles tensing and bodies pressed impossibly close as they kissed to muffle the cries of each other’s names. Arthur turned his face against the pillows and whimpered, hiding his head in the crook of his elbow as his body trembled with aftershocks. Shaking, Alfred let out a breath that he didn’t know he’d been holding, and trailed gentle kisses up Arthur’s chest to his throat, murmuring sweet nothings until Arthur looked at him, his cheeks still flushed, his gaze wavering and misted.
“Cut and scene...” Alfred said softly, and Arthur summoned a low chuckle, a quiet groan escaping as Alfred moved and drew away from him. The Englishman’s legs dropped to the bed and he shuddered, letting his eyes slide closed.
Alfred shut off the camcorder and, after a moment, perched on the bed beside Arthur, watching the recording. He shifted, slightly uncomfortably, and it wasn’t long before he snapped the viewer shut and glanced to his dozing lover, scooting up the bed and running one fingertip over the lightly swollen marks on his neck. Arthur moaned quietly, stirring, cracking one eye open.
“Can you go again?” the American asked hopefully. The smaller man looked at him, and then, after some moments of quiet, level breathing, nodded and lifted one arm to slide his hand over Alfred’s shoulder.
“Fine...” he mumbled, drawing Alfred down for a kiss. “But you’re not recording it. Once is enough.”
“Spoilsport...” Alfred replied, and they shared a smile against each other’s lips as they kissed again.
Genre: Romance
Pairing/s: USxUK.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17. Sex.
Summary: When Alfred realises that it's one of his favourite artist's birthdays, he decides to drag Arthur into making a present for her...
[Written for the lovely
technoranma ]*****
“Hey, Arts, look! It’s technoranma’s birthday!” Alfred turned in his seat and draped his arms over the back of the chair, looking across to where his lover sat by the window, quietly enjoying a cup of tea and a book.
“Who?” the Englishman replied absently, glancing at Alfred over the rim of his cup and quirking one eyebrow slightly.
“Technoranma!” Alfred repeated, enthusiastically, twisting back ‘round. “The one who drew all those cool pictures of us.”
“Oh, her...” Arthur set his tea and book to one side and got up, crossing the room and leaning lightly against the desk, his gaze on the computer screen as Alfred flicked through an archive of images. He let out a quiet snort. “She always gets my nose wrong. And my eyebrows.” He frowned. “My eyebrows are not that big.”
“Aw, Arty~” The American scooted back a little, and caught hold of Arthur’s hand, pulling him down into his lap and kissing his nose before nuzzling his eyebrows. “I love your eyebrows, even if they are kinda- ... I just love your eyebrows.”
Arthur flushed pink, and turned his face away to hide it, looking back to the computer. “W-well, I guess they’re not that bad...” he mumbled. He knew that Alfred would be holding in sounds of glee just to preserve his lover’s dignity – he adored it when Arthur blushed.
“I think we should make her a present,” Alfred said then, leaning his head against Arthur’s shoulder.
“A present..? What did you have in mind?”
“That camcorder’s still in the closet upstairs, right?”
The Englishman simply stared at him for a long moment. Several long moments. He felt his face heat and knew that he had to look redder than one of Antonio’s best tomatoes. Alfred was grinning at him, that cheeky, disarming grin that caught him off-kilter every time. He couldn’t help it – he nodded.
“Awesome.” The younger man stood with Arthur in his arms, and when the smaller nation struggled, he tossed him easily over his shoulder and patted his rear, chuckling as he listened to the Englishman splutter curses and demands to be put down. “No way, Artie. It’s time for some fun.” He hummed to himself as he hauled the still squirming Englishman upstairs, giving him a quick kiss after dumping him unceremoniously on the bed. Arthur made several attempts to stand, only to be immediately thwarted by the American’s ridiculous strength, eventually giving up and simply huffing, watching while Alfred rummaged in the closet for the video recorder.
“What exactly are you planning to do?” he asked after a few minutes had passed. Alfred looked over to him and winked, then made a triumphant sound and pulled out a box. He set up the camcorder on a tripod and fiddled with the settings, pointing it at the bed. Immediately, Arthur’s eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening, scrambling away as Alfred headed over to him. “Oh, no chance, Alfred. No sodding-nn...”
A kiss cut him off, and suddenly he was being pressed down against the bed by Alfred’s weight, and the American’s soft lips were on his, warm fingers slipping up his shirt as one hand tangled in his hair and gently tugged his head back, warm kisses trailed across his throat. Arthur’s body jolted, a moan escaping before he could stop it, and he promptly clapped a hand over his mouth, using the other to push against Alfred’s chest in a protest that quickly dissolved into clutching desperately at the American’s shirt.
“Bastard...” he whimpered. “I hate you so much...”
“Arthur, we’ve been over this...” Alfred straddled Arthur’s hips, effectively pinning him against the sheets no matter how fretfully the smaller man tried to remove him. “It’s pronounced ‘love’.”
“Nn... stop...” Arthur’s struggles were weakening, breathing quickening as Alfred’s hands moved beneath his shirt, the fabric smoothing and bunching with the shifting of his fingers. The Englishman’s eyes slid closed, his slim form quivering under every touch, intensely aware of the camcorder in the corner of the room. “W-wait... y-you can’t make me- mmn...”
Another kiss. Alfred smiled and hummed contentedly, shifting and settling between the smaller man’s thighs and slowly, deliberately grinding down against him.
“A-ah!” The Englishman bucked up helplessly, squeezing his eyes shut as Alfred tugged his shirt off him and began fiddling with his belt, quickly tossing it away and lowering his head to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to Arthur’s stomach. Arthur pushed his fingers through Alfred’s hair, keeping his eyes shut to lessen the awareness of the camera, his hips already rocking in a faint, almost twitching movement. The sensitive skin below his navel was gently bitten and marked, and he tightened his grip on Alfred’s hair, hearing the responding low grunt.
“Ah... nnn... ahnn...” No more protests now. Arthur was lost to the American’s touch, the throbbing heat pooling in his groin and the warmth rushing through his body. He was undressed with a level care that was thrillingly tender, until he was laid bare before his lover, and the camcorder, which he hadn’t forgotten about. Alfred took off his glasses and pulled his shirt over his head, not pausing in his gentle ministrations as he kissed Arthur’s chest, teasing his nipples to an aching hardness with tongue and teeth, brushing his thumbs over the sensitised nubs of flesh. His lover shook and trembled beneath him, a quiet whine passing his lips as Alfred drew away to shuck his jeans to the floor.
“You know...” Alfred murmured as he reached beneath the pillow under Arthur’s head and drew out a small bottle. “This is kinda kinky...” He tipped a little of the bottle’s contents over one hand and slicked up his fingers, moving over his lover to kiss him.
“You don’t-mngh!” Arthur buried his head in Alfred’s shoulder, gasping and clinging tightly to him as two fingers were pushed easily inside his body, sliding over the silky walls and curling to a single spot that had the older man stiffening, choking back a cry. “Sodding git...”
Their eyes locked, Alfred’s expression mischievous as his gaze flickered over Arthur’s beautifully flushed face. A third finger was added, strong muscles swallowing them up eagerly, tense and needy as Arthur grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets and squirmed, the previous twitching of his hips now a steady, rolling movement. He hooked one leg around Alfred’s hips and drew them together, and for a moment the American froze, a shudder running the length of his body before he captured Arthur’s lips in a heated kiss. Arthur was robbed of breath as a fourth finger was pressed in beside the rest, breaking the kiss to tilt his head back and cry out, his chest heaving as he panted breathlessly. Already it was almost too much, the heat, the tight curl of pleasure at his pelvis, the deep, invading pressure of Alfred’s fingers inside his body. He tossed his head, whimpering again, grabbing hold of the headrail behind him and clinging to it like a lifeline.
“P-please... ah-aaaah... hnn...”
Alfred drew his hand away and wiped it clean on the bed sheets, and ran his fingers lightly over Arthur’s quaking form, the Englishman’s eyes wide and dark, hazed with need. He slung one of the smaller man’s slender calves over his shoulder, turning his head to press a kiss to his kneecap, and then he shot the camcorder a wink before he slowly, gently forced Arthur’s leg up until it almost fell level with the tip of his nose. There was a pause, in which Arthur let out a shuddering moan, and then Alfred guided himself into place and pushed into his lover.
Arthur gasped. His eyes met Alfred’s and fixed to them, lips slightly parted and begging for the kiss which Alfred happily bestowed upon them. The leg not over Alfred’s shoulder slipped around his waist, a heel pressing lightly against the base of the American’s spine to urge him closer, deeper. Alfred’s hands smoothed down Arthur’s thighs, settling at his hips, drawing him near and kissing him softly, murmuring a quiet encouragement as he began to move.
“Alfred... Alfred...” Arthur moaned shakily, dragging his nails up Alfred’s back, bucking up to each thrust, his moans and cries coming louder, harder, desperate and broken as he gasped out his lover’s name between kisses. He shut his eyes tightly and let out a shaky, feeble sound, and Alfred kissed his neck, leaving small marks along the curve of his collarbone.
“S-stars and stripes...”
“H-haa... Alfred... A-America!”
“F-fuck!”
They peaked together, muscles tensing and bodies pressed impossibly close as they kissed to muffle the cries of each other’s names. Arthur turned his face against the pillows and whimpered, hiding his head in the crook of his elbow as his body trembled with aftershocks. Shaking, Alfred let out a breath that he didn’t know he’d been holding, and trailed gentle kisses up Arthur’s chest to his throat, murmuring sweet nothings until Arthur looked at him, his cheeks still flushed, his gaze wavering and misted.
“Cut and scene...” Alfred said softly, and Arthur summoned a low chuckle, a quiet groan escaping as Alfred moved and drew away from him. The Englishman’s legs dropped to the bed and he shuddered, letting his eyes slide closed.
Alfred shut off the camcorder and, after a moment, perched on the bed beside Arthur, watching the recording. He shifted, slightly uncomfortably, and it wasn’t long before he snapped the viewer shut and glanced to his dozing lover, scooting up the bed and running one fingertip over the lightly swollen marks on his neck. Arthur moaned quietly, stirring, cracking one eye open.
“Can you go again?” the American asked hopefully. The smaller man looked at him, and then, after some moments of quiet, level breathing, nodded and lifted one arm to slide his hand over Alfred’s shoulder.
“Fine...” he mumbled, drawing Alfred down for a kiss. “But you’re not recording it. Once is enough.”
“Spoilsport...” Alfred replied, and they shared a smile against each other’s lips as they kissed again.
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Date: 2010-03-23 11:30 pm (UTC)HNNNGHH!! It was recorded. So kink!!!! :U!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yet it was loving. ALFRED WINKING AT THE CAMERA. HOT DAMN. I love you. Thank you so much T_T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*memories with the force of 1000 super novas*!!!!!!
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Date: 2010-03-23 11:34 pm (UTC)-picks self up and dusts off-
You're quite welcome, of course! =D
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Date: 2010-03-23 11:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-23 11:54 pm (UTC)tsundere-go is such an adorable language, isn't it?
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Date: 2010-03-24 12:02 am (UTC)Silly Arthur.. how could he mispronounce something like that?
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Date: 2010-03-23 11:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-24 12:02 am (UTC)Thanks =3
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Date: 2010-03-24 12:10 am (UTC)Very nice!
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Date: 2010-03-24 12:20 am (UTC)I suppose great minds think alike? =P
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Date: 2010-03-24 03:46 am (UTC)...while I'm commenting on this might I add the "It's pronounced 'love'" line is going to make me remember this fic for all eternity.
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Date: 2010-03-24 02:43 am (UTC)but i can't see... T_T
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Date: 2010-03-24 12:22 am (UTC)no, seriously! THAT WAS HOT!
and I laughed at the beginning 8lXD Alfred, how nice you are to your fans~ haha
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Date: 2010-03-24 01:39 am (UTC)Awesome. Ttly awesome. ♥ I nearly had a laughing fit when I read "It's pronounced love".. just.. pffft.
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Date: 2010-03-24 01:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-24 02:20 am (UTC)Gosh, that was a great PWP. It was a lovely birthday treat.
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Date: 2010-03-24 02:47 am (UTC)Well, tech certainly seemed to think so ;D
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Date: 2010-03-24 02:43 am (UTC)FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
Yeah, this totally just made my night. >///>
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Date: 2010-03-24 02:47 am (UTC)Glad you liked it.
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Date: 2010-03-24 08:07 am (UTC)[Fanfic] Fanservice
Date: 2010-03-24 10:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-25 08:27 am (UTC)First off, I really love the dialogue in this fic. I think you did a great job capturing their personalities. Figures, Alfred would be the one to think of something like porn as a gift, while Arthur starts off protesting. But then again...wih his personality it's hard to gauge what he's REALLY thinking.
Translation: “W-wait... y-you can’t make me- mmn...” = "H-Hurry!!! Bloody hell you git, take me already." XD
“I love your eyebrows, even if they are kinda- ... I just love your eyebrows.” That's right, Alfred. Just stop while you're ahead. Don't want to end up on the couch.
For some reason, the ending makes me giggle. I can totally see an omake scene. "Aww. C'mon, Iggy. Just one more recording. Please~Just for our personal collection. I promise I won't post this one online like the last ti-oops...I wasn't supposed to share that. ^_^;"..."YOU DID WHAT?!?!?!D8<"
lol I'm totally going to ruin the romance of the scene with my cracky comments. XD
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Date: 2010-03-25 04:24 pm (UTC)Oh, he can't resist Alfred... and Alfred knows that. He knows it very, very well xD It doesn't take much to switch him from 'tsun' to 'dere'.
Aaaaah it's totally something Alfred would do! Bet he'd charge people to watch it as well.