Mwahahaha! Yaoi~~! ^_^ Oooo, I've not written an M scene for USUK yet so I'm super excited! :D Enjoy dear fangirls and fanboys~ ^.^
Disclaimer: I only own the story! Original idea is from CalaveraCandiedSkull :D
WARNING: USUK, Yaoi, lemons, limes and all manner of other citrus fruits, smut and an extremely horny Brit are all featured. Read at your own risk! Like, seriously- I tend to get carried away.

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America was spaced out, staring at flickering images on his TV and not focused in the least. He was supposedly playing a game of some description, with men running everywhere shooting each other for no good reason whatsoever. He let out a heavy sigh as his guy died once again, although the usual sadness or anger he usually felt at such an occurrence failed to overcome him. In fact, he wasn't even focused on the game he was playing and at some point he had even dropped the actual controller so that he was just staring as the pixels representing him got killed repeatedly.

"Dude, this is freaking brutal!" he moaned, switching off his television and staring dejectedly at the floor. How had he, the epic hero, failed to come up with an awesome plan to make England break first? Well in all honesty he did have a few, but the majority of them involved evildoers kidnapping his beloved (and yes, England was in fairy princess drag for most of them) while he swooped in and saved the day. So esteemed by his bravery and courage, England would crumble and the sexy times would occur! There was, however, the small issue of that particular scenario never happening.

America let out a frustrated sigh as images of England stubbornly refused to exit his mind, and before too long his over active imagination was beginning to conjure up some pretty blissful scenarios and the hero cringed as he realised that he may just have to deal with this himself- even when England was over in the States! No, that wasn't hero like at all, but he could see no other way save for raiding his lover's hotel and somehow making him break fi-

Idea.

What was so bad about that plan? That could totally work, right?

With newfound energy, America leapt up from the sofa, pumped his fist into the air, and announced loudly, "The hero will prevail!" He grabbed his jacket from the back of the sofa and smoothed out the t-shirt and jeans he currently had on. However before he could make a mad dash out of his house, there was a knock at the door.

"Bad timing," he muttered, but fixed his grin in place because it wasn't the person at the door's fault he hadn't gotten lucky recently. When he opened the door, the hero thought that he must have fallen asleep and was in the midst of a dream, because there on his doorstep was none other than England himself.

For a moment they just stared at each other, their eyes burning with desire, both of them restrained by stubbornness. England raised an eyebrow after a moment, a silent question of, 'Well, are you going to give in yet?' America replied by casually leaning against the doorframe, in effect saying, 'Nah I'm all good dude'. The Brit eventually broke the silence.

"Good evening," he said pleasantly enough.

"Yeah, evenin'," America grinned.

This ends tonight; I'm going to win this! they both thought simultaneously.

"Terribly sorry to impose, but may I come in?" the gentleman asked nonchalantly, and America obliged.

"Want me to take your coat dude?" he asked, only just realising that England was wearing possibly one of the biggest coats he'd ever seen. "Hah, what's with the huge coat old man?" he teased.

"Oh this? It's rather chilly tonight," England replied, but when America briefly walked outside he didn't think it was cold at all.

While America racked his brain to try and come up with some form of a plan, England allowed a small smirk to come to his lips- his plan already having been perfected.

"America?" England asked, his voice calm.

"Yeah?" America turned to face England just in time to see him say:

"Somnus."

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America felt a soft surface beneath him, head lolling on something plush and comfy... was he in bed? Had he fallen asleep? He groaned a bit as he opened one of his eyes slightly, and he was able to make out the vague images of his own bedroom.

Huh, looks like I did fall asleep, he thought tiredly, closing his eyes once again before they snapped open with a jolt when he thought: When the heck did I fall asleep?

He started running through everything he could remember before he found himself here: he had been playing on his Xbox 360 (well, zoning out) and had just come up with an amazing idea that would make England succumb to him before-

"England," he said slowly. The last thing he remembered was England being at his door, so then... why in God's name was he here on his bed?

He moved to wipe his eyes free of any remaining sleep before he would go off in search of the Brit, but sadly he couldn't manage the first part of this task as he became aware of something cool against his wrists. America glanced up, only to be met with the sight of both of his wrists attached to the bedposts by two pairs of handcuffs. He looked on, confused at first and wondering if he was still asleep and was having some weird dream. In the end he simply shrugged and began to struggle against the restraints, because there was no way they would be able to keep him there for long- America grinned a bit as he congratulated himself on his hero strength. However he stopped his effort when he heard a smooth voice say:

"Ah, so you're finally awake."

America knew whom the voice belonged to instantly, so he momentarily stopped trying to escape in order to shimmy up the bed so he was in more of a sitting position. When he had a much better view of everything, he saw England stood in the doorway, leaning against it with a devious smirk adorning his soft lips.

"England? What are you-" America cut himself off when he fully entered the realms of the conscious, any remaining bits of sleepiness disintegrating away instantly when he saw what the other was wearing.

The white blouse wasn't anything new, England tended to wear blouses; even the black tie wasn't a strange thing to be wearing. However that was wear any normalcy decided to fly out of the window, because England had put on a deep navy blazer, clean cut and completely flattering on his figure. The blazer had checked black and white patches indicating the pockets, the same checked pattern being replicated on the navy police hat atop his head. England's eyes glittered as he saw America taking the sight in and chuckled lightly when he saw him blush as his eyes travelled down.

The hero's breath caught in his throat as his eyes came into contact with the tightest pair of pants he had ever seen. Ever. Oh they certainly left nothing to the imagination and England looked fucking amazing in them, especially since they were a slightly darker navy and matched perfectly with his current outfit. Black gloved hands were holding yet another pair of handcuffs and while America was busy staring, England started twirling them around on his index finger.

The American wasn't usually into this kind of thing, but it had been so damn long and Iggy looked so damn hot! It dawned on him that this was England's way of getting him to break first, although it dawned on him too late because his body was already reacting and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

"W-What did you do?" he asked, his throat now completely dry and he was doing his best to think neutral thoughts.

"I used a sleep spell," England said, much too innocently for this current situation.

"You did what?" America's eyes widened. England had used his magic? God knows that his spells tend to go wrong more often than not; he could have died! The hero opened his mouth in protest, but was immediately shut up when England's voice went all husky as he pulled out a little white notepad that had been concealed within the blazer.

"United States Of America," he purred, and America shivered not only at the fact that England had decided to address him by his full name, but he had also managed to make it sound like the most erotic thing in the entire world. "You are under arrest for two extremely serious crimes," he said, still using a low and totally tantalising voice- which was just cruel seeing as America already had a weakness for the British accent.

"Those crimes are," he began; consulting the notepad as if he had written detailed notes on there. "Failure to recognise unicorns as the alpha species when it comes to unicorns and zombies," he stated, looking seriously at the captured country on the bed and America just groaned internally. That is the last time I click on a pointless argument! he thought, but he was pulled away from those thoughts as England punctuated with, "And..." He began to make his way over to the bed, walking slowly and deliberately, swaying his hips seductively so that America honestly had no choice but to watch and get even more turned on then he already was. And of course England noticed this, eying the growing bulge in the other's pants with raw, unrestrained desire. Part of him wanted to stop this charade, tear America's pants off and just get right down to business- but then that would mean that he would lose and besides, that's no fun at all.

Ah crap! This isn't good! At this rate I'm totally gonna snap! America thought frantically; trying once more to try and escape the handcuffs in vain- his attention was very much otherwise engaged, after all.

Deciding that actually getting onto the bed in a conventional way was boring and wouldn't have the desired effect, England instead decided that he would crawl up the bed, never once breaking eye contact with the completely stunned American currently tied to the thing. Positioning himself in such a way that he was straddling the younger nation, England leant forward and whispered hotly against America's ear, "Your second horrendous offence is completely neglecting your duties as a lover, a crime that carries an extremely serious punishment indeed."

"Whu?" America asked, any coherency he once possessed choosing to evaporate at that precise moment.

England pulled back in order to issue a smouldering gaze to America, before a small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he deliberately ground his hips down onto America's now very hard length. Both men groaned a bit at the friction that they had so thoroughly missed, and England tried once again to get his point across. "In layman's terms: If you don't fuck me this instant, I swear to God you will wish you never came into existence." His voice was a mixture of sensuality and danger, and emerald eyes darkened considerably as England ground his hips down once more- relishing the close contact after all of this time. He was actually beginning to regret wearing such tight pants now, because although they served to turn his boyfriend on; they were now extremely painful and even tighter than before seeing as he was now just as hard as the hero.

A low growl rose up in America's throat, and his deep cerulean eyes betrayed the fact that he would love nothing more than to heed what the police officer was telling him. However throughout all of his dazed and lust-filled thoughts, America realised that there was still very much everything to play for here. If, by some extreme miracle, he could hold out, then there wasn't anything England could do about it except for break himself. And so, gathering every ounce of self-restraint he possessed, America managed a small grin as he said, "Sorry dude, but no can do."

This time England was the one letting out the growl, looking at the nation below him with a strange mix of emotions, of which annoyance and longing were the most prominent. He shook his head, trying to calm himself down and proceed as planned. "Are you sure that's really wise?" he asked coolly, bringing a gloved hand up to America's face to caress his cheek. The touch itself was extremely gentle, but his emerald eyes were gleaming in a dangerous way. Sometimes America quite forgot that his boyfriend used to be a pirate, a punk, and a delinquent. The hero was most definitely playing with fire, and all he was doing at the moment was fanning the flames.

A ripping sound suddenly filled the room, and the material that used to be America's t-shirt was flung carelessly across the room. England had just literally torn his shirt off! America quickly tried to recall if he was fond of that shirt and if he should kick up a fuss, but sadly England wasn't going to let his thoughts deviate away from the task at hand as he began to lightly trace random shapes over the well-toned torso before him.

The island nation was currently feeling very proud of himself, not only had he been the one to tear apart his boyfriend's clothing (usually it was the other way around, and some of his blouses were expensive dammit!) he noticed the American biting his bottom lip and trying not to make a noise as his hands continued to roam over the tanned skin now before him- but only lightly in a teasing manner.

America's clouded sky blue eyes looked over the nation currently straddling him and he immediately disapproved of the sheer amount of clothing England still had on. I mean, here he was half naked and England had layers on! No, this was absolutely not acceptable and also put him at a severe disadvantage. He needed to somehow get England's clothes off, but that is kind of a difficult task when you don't have the use of your hands...

"America," England breathed, "Please America. You have the power to end this silly little spat of ours. All you have to do is say you acknowledge unicorns as superior."

America briefly allowed his mind to get side-tracked as he thought with a small degree of amusement that they were probably the only two people in the world who discussed zombies and unicorns when in bed together. He was about to say very heroically that he would never accept unicorns as the winners, but when he opened his mouth to voice as much a gasp left his lips instead- because now England definitely wasn't playing fair as his hand travelled down and lightly began to stroke his aching manhood through his jeans.

"Hm? What have we here?" England asked, applying just a bit more pressure and causing America to hiss a bit. "I do believe that this may be a weapon, looks like I have no choice but to perform a strip search."

Had America been in possession of his usual mental capabilities at this current moment in time, he would have stated that hell yeah there was a weapon in his pants- a weapon of mass destruction! Before he would reconsider those words and proclaim that it was actually a weapon of ass destruction, at which point he would have congratulated himself on being so smart and awesome. That wasn't actually the case as it turned out, seeing as England decided that he couldn't be arsed being patient anymore and so quickly undid the offending zipper and button that stood in his way, before managing to pull the jeans and (Captain America, typical) boxers down far enough so that he could finally eye his prize- throwing them off of the bed completely upon a moment's reflection.

The hero clenched his jaw when his member met with the cool air, determined not to make a noise because then England would know that he had the upper hand (although all things considered, England already knew this). America desperately needed some sort of heroic plan that would allow him to turn this situation around, but he was prevented from starting to formulate said plan as England ran his index finger up America's cock slowly, as if inspecting it.

England let out a long, "Hmmm..." as he continued to go through this motion, only one finger touching him so lightly it should have been illegal- and England was supposed to be the one abiding by the law. Honestly, police officers today! Opting to not be completely heartless, England wrapped his hand around America's shaft and gave a very small and very light pull, and yes he did notice the American's breath hitch as he did that. Grinning a bit, England began to pump a little harder and a little faster before making sure he was moving his hand from base to tip. America began wriggling, trying to escape because this was so totally unfair!

The Brit wasn't having any of it however, brushing his thumb over the sensitive tip and eliciting a small noise from America, who was beginning to wonder why the hell he was protesting in the first place. Something about a zombicorn was it? Meh, he wasn't sure- which to be fair is understandable seeing as there was a sexy British police officer currently jerking him off. It did feel a bit strange though, seeing as it was the cool leather of the gloves touching the sensitive organ. America let a disappointed sound pass his lips when England had apparently grown bored of this endeavour, but his eyes widened as he saw said country repositioning himself so that his head was in-between his legs.

N-No freaking way! He's gonna go down without me saying anything about unicorns? THERE IS A GOD! he thought happily (let it be known that had America not had his hands currently inaccessible, he would have raised them to the heavens), and seeing as he wasn't sure which God to thank he simply thanked them all. It looked like this thing was finally turning in his favour, and as England had ever so kindly demonstrated with the pen the other day, he was actually rather amazing at oral sex. He looked up at America with lust filled eyes, licked his lips in such a sinful way America had to hold back a groan, and then-

He blew him.

As in, England simply blew on America's cock the way one might blow on a spoonful of hot soup.

Well, that certainly gave the term 'blow job' a whole new meaning.

Now would have been the perfect opportunity for the Trololo guy to enter and do his thing, because that was some pretty epic trolling on the Brit's part. England glanced up looking so innocent it was a crime.

"Something wrong?" he asked with big green eyes, playing the innocent and naïve lover.

"You. Are. Evil." America managed.

"Heh, flattery won't get you anywhere," he purred, back to being the seductive officer as he edged his way back up so that he was face to face with the American.

"I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman," America said with a slight hint of amusement to his tone. "Where did he go?"

England paused to consider the question for a brief moment before he whispered right against his boyfriend's lips, "He's on leave."

America's eyes darkened and he became hyper aware of England's tempting, full lips so close to his. That is when he smirked a bit, because although he was at a disadvantage at the moment, there was still hope he could reverse this. He closed the distance, England letting out a little surprised gasp at the sudden forwardness of his lover and the hero wasted no time in taking advantage of the slightly parted lips that he hadn't had the pleasure of kissing for so long. The Brit was unable to suppress the moan that occurred when he felt America slip his tongue inside his mouth. God he had missed this feeling, and the fact that they had not recently been engaging in snogging sessions simply meant that America was even more enthusiastic than usual (and he was always pretty damn enthusiastic so that was saying something).

America was ruthless in his domination of England's mouth, moving his tongue against his boyfriend's with a sensuality that neither knew he even possessed. Looks like sex deprivation did wonders for one's kissing skills, and the hero was making full use of this as he lightly caught England's tongue between his teeth and sucked, relishing in the delicious moan England offered up when he did this action. Said country became vaguely aware that he was very rapidly beginning to lose control over his 'prisoner' and, going against every fibre of his being, he managed to pull away, flushed and breathing heavily. America gave a triumphant grin but didn't let that be the end of it at all, moving his mouth on to England's neck, biting down roughly- the beautiful noise that escaped England's lips going straight to his groin- before kissing it softly. He grunted in disapproval at the fact that, due to his hands being unusable, England's clothing prohibited him from going any further.

This allowed the island nation to get his bearings once more, mirroring what America had just done to him previously by biting down on his neck, taking extra care to leave a dark mark in order to remind America that he was in no position to be trying any funny business at the moment.

"A gallant effort," he said in a husky voice.

"Why don't you just set me free?" America asked hopefully before a cheeky grin fixed itself in place and he winked as he said, "I can drive you even wilder if you'd let me use my hands ya know."

Despite the small blush that crept onto the Briton's cheeks he refused to be swayed. "Be that as it may, you will not be granted full freedom until you repent for your crimes."

"And we both know that that ain't gonna happen any time soon, officer," the hero said playfully.

England sighed, knowing this fact to be true- both of them were simply too stubborn to admit defeat so easily, even when they were both so obviously turned on. That being the case, a new method would need to be brought into effect.

"Very well, I may be willing to reach some sort of... arrangement with you," he said carefully, before his emerald eyes began to glitter and the smirk returned.

"Oh?" America raised an eyebrow and waited for his captor to elaborate on this so-called 'arrangement'.

"Well... how about we level the playing field in a way? First one to release has to admit that they were wrong," he explained, making sure that he had America's undivided attention as he loosened the tie around his neck and chucked it somewhere to the floor before undoing the top three buttons on his blouse. This little distraction meant that America wouldn't refuse, but he retained enough sense to realise that this was hardly fair.

"How is it a level playing field when I can't... use... my hands?" he asked, his voice trailing off towards the end seeing as the pain England was now feeling thanks to the extremely constricting pants had become too much and so the Brit unbuttoned and unzipped them. He let out a relieved sigh when his erect length was no longer being so painfully pressed against anything and his gaze flickered over to America who was now completely focused on his vital regions. England shrugged and thought he may as well use this to his advantage, making a show out of pulling down the pants along with his underwear before discarding them totally so that now he was just as exposed as the American.

"You don't necessarily need to use your hands," England said simply, illustrating his point as he repositioned himself and pressed their members together. That action alone made it feel like electricity was sparking through them, both of them unable to hold back the low groans of pleasure they felt because it had been so long- way too fucking long if you asked them- since they'd had skin to skin contact or been this intimate with each other. England mentally branded himself a douche for ever allowing himself to deny himself this absolutely glorious feeling. He was making up for it now though, moving with America as the two of them built up an excruciatingly intoxicating friction, completely in sync with each other. Sadly, as incredible as rubbing against one another felt, it simply wasn't enough.

They both knew what would be though, the only problem being that technically it was still prohibited.

It was at this point that America was hit with a stroke of genius, and he forced himself to stop his thrusts. He chuckled a bit at the indignant noise England made, but said country was quickly pulled out of sulking and instead curiosity took over as America shifted below him, so that he was lying down once more as he had been when he first woke up to this rather strange scenario.

The Brit narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "What are you-"

"I can think of another way to keep this even that doesn't require me to use my hands," America interjected, waggling his eyebrows a bit and waiting for England to get it.

When England eventually did get it, he thought that perhaps he had misunderstood. However the thought was quickly dispelled when he looked at his boyfriend as he seemed to silently communicate the fact that yes, he was indeed suggesting this. Upon this realisation, England grinned a bit. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt for you to put that mouth of yours to good use," he purred as he turned himself around and got in the correct position while America laughed a bit at the Brit's words.

England's slender legs were placed either side of America's head, his Big Ben positioned above the other's face while he himself made it so that his head was once again between America's legs. And this time England showed that he did actually know how to administer a blowjob as he licked up the shaft and lightly nipped at the vein that ran along the underside. He smirked a little when he heard America gasping a bit before he teasingly ran his tongue over the slit that was beginning to leak pre-cum. Not one to be outdone, America set to work on his end of this and made it abundantly obvious that he really didn't need his hands as he moved his tongue along the length at a tortuously slow pace before taking the head into his mouth and sucking.

England's breath hitched at the feeling, closing his eyes for a moment as wonderful sensations shot through his body, before he also took the American's cock into his mouth and began a steady rhythm- making sure to vary the speed and pressure of his sucks so that America was sure to get more worked up in a shorter space of time. He ran his tongue along the edge before swirling it around the head in a way that he knew the hero had a weakness to. Somehow England, having such a rebellious streak within him, managed to smirk around America's member as he heard the other let out pleased noises thanks to his ministrations.

It occurred to America that, while he was by no means bad at administering fellatio, England just so happened to be insanely good at it. If he didn't come up with a plan quick then he would most certainly be finished off, the only problem being that England's hot, wet mouth was moving in such a way that clouded the majority of his thinking process- plus he was currently doing the same to the island nation so that he didn't fall too far behind. But then he had such a great idea that he should have been awarded some sort of Nobel Sex Prize due to its complete and utter brilliance. He knew exactly what had to be done and he didn't even need the use of his hands.

Bobbing his head up and down a couple more times for good measure, America put his awesome plan into action. He stopped his sucking and pulled back, licking his lips as he planned his attack. He managed to prop himself up on his elbows a bit and grinned before he moved forward and pushed his tongue past the ring of muscle and thrust it into England's tight hole. The sharp gasp that said country let out was enough proof that he had definitely not been expecting that, and the loud moans that poured from his lips as America started to establish a steady rhythm was proof that he was definitely enjoying it. America couldn't help but let out a few low groans seeing as the noises England was making caused vibrating sensations to join the already amazing licks and sucks already being issued to his rock hard length.

The hero kept it up, moving his tongue deeper within England who's willowy frame had begun to shake a bit before he eventually had to pull away in order to moan America's name. His breathing was becoming erratic as pleasure rocked through his body, unable to focus on anything except what that magical tongue was doing to him. Any voice control he once possessed was now long gone as his moans got louder and he realised to his dismay that he had lost- there was no way out of this...

CLINK

The sound of metal echoing somewhere in the distance brought England back to reality a bit, and his thoughts began to return much more quickly when America stopped what he was doing and pulled back. England was already paling as he realised what that sound was, doing his best to scramble away even before America let out a victorious, "All right! The handcuffs finally gave way!"

Now back to his full capacity, America looked at the police officer that was trying to escape with a predatory gaze. He reached forward and grabbed the smaller nation by his hips, said nation letting out a little gasp in the process.

"You!" England said in an accusatory tone as he turned around and was straddling the hero once again. "What you did just now was an illegal move!" Although his forest green eyes were on fire with defiance, the rosy blush on his pale cheeks seemed to dull the effect and just made America grin mischievously.

"I dunno, you seemed to be totally into it, officer," he said in a low voice. He noticed an outline of something in England's police blazer and immediately guessed what it was. "Hmm, what do we have here?" he asked teasingly, wrapping his arm around England's slim waist so that he couldn't escape while he reached out with his free hand to inspect the item. A small bottle of lube was confiscated from the policeman.

"O-Oi! You git, give that-"

"Aw, how thoughtful of you officer," America said with a sweet smile that slowly melted into a feral grin, "I was just looking for something like this." He unscrewed the top and began to pour it onto three of his fingers while England tried to struggle away to no avail.

"I swear, if you dare..." England threatened, shooting a poisonous glare at the American.

"Oh, I dare," America purred, bringing his lubed up fingers to England's entrance as he managed to successfully capture his boyfriend's lips in another searing kiss. This was all the distraction needed, and so the hero pushed one finger into that heavenly, tight warmth, moving it about and stretching the Brit. England bit his lip, trying not to cry out at the very welcome intrusion. His mind was telling him to get the hell away, but his body had a completely different idea and he found himself pushing down on the finger inside of him, trying to find that mind blowing spot that ached to be thrust against. America continued probing, moving the digit in and out before he deemed the small space ready for a second.

This time England couldn't stop the little muffled noise of pleasure that escaped his lips, thoughts returning to a blissful haze as America scissored and stretched him. And then that magical spot was brushed, and the hero noticed the way his lover tensed and the jerky intake of breath and grinned. Adding a third finger, he thrust into that exact spot and got the oh so delicious reaction that he wanted.

The Brit threw his head back when America successfully hit his prostate dead on and began to writhe about a bit, trying to replicate the same feeling. America did the same action again, tearing a wanton moan from his lips and a slew of very approving profanities. It had been over a month now since he'd had America inside of him and he was beginning to go crazy- the pleasure seeming more potent due to the painfully long separation. He wanted, no, he needed America so badly right now.

"A-America! Please I- oh God! I n-need you- AH~!"

America took a moment to really look at England in that moment: his already unruly hair seeming even more mussed, eyes half lidded and glazed over with desire for him while sinfully sweet noises poured from his rosy lips... England's ability to go from 'I will screw your brains out' to the most fuckable person ever was uncanny. He was a demonic angel- his demonic angel. And it actually pained him to deny the request, mentally kicking himself thanks to his pride, but instead of obliging he huskily said:

"You know what you have to say if you want it, officer." America stopped moving his fingers and withdrew them, feeling such a stab of guilt when England whimpered and pouted at him. But then the island nation shook his head, doing his best to regain coherency and the hero saw a spark set off in those mesmerising emerald eyes.

"F-Fine!" he said, hanging his head a bit as if in defeat. "I'll just be the bigger man and just say it then!" he proclaimed, because England was not one to beg (only stooping to such desperate measures when the situation truly called for it). No, he would handle this in a mature manner. "I am a gentleman after all," he said proudly.

"I thought you said he was on leave," America said, quirking an eyebrow slightly. Is he seriously gonna say it? It seems... too easy...

The island nation coughed awkwardly but quickly recovered himself. "Nevertheless, I'll be the mature one here..." and then that smirk from earlier returned and America had a very bad feeling about this. "I'll be the hero in this instance."

America's eyes widened when he heard England say that. The hero? No freaking way! I'M THE HERO! He thinks he can be the heroic one by stepping down first? That's- That's-!

"And so without further ado: I, England, hereby declare that zombies are in fact better than un-"

"UNICORNS ARE MUCH MORE AWESOME AND WAY MORE KICKASS THAN ZOMBIES!" America quickly interjected, grinning proudly as he had beat England to it. Hells yeah! I'm such a hero, he thought proudly, looking at England triumphantly before he saw the look on said country's face: a little, innocent smile.

Duuuuuuuude! England totally tricked me! Fuuuuuuuuuuuu-

"Well, with that out of the way," England said casually, still smiling sweetly, "I do believe that we have some business to attend to." The hero was pulled out of his inner brooding when England quickly leant over and retrieved the bottle of lube before he positioned himself over his neglected cock. With a wink, England poured the rest of it onto his hand, quickly running it up and down America's length before he held it in place and pressed his entrance against it; lowering himself slowly- making sure that he did this carefully because it had been bloody ages and just dropping down would be very painful indeed.

This was more than enough to snap the American out of his sulking, sucking in his breath as his manhood was surrounded by extreme heat, tight muscles clenching around him. He let out a low groan when England took in his entire length and looked up as England wrapped his arms around his neck, catching his lips in a quick kiss before he started to build up a rhythm, slowly at first before he began to pick up the pace a bit. America let England adjust to his size and so allowed England to set the pace, in the meantime busying himself with finally tearing off that damn blazer and blouse that had taunted him for so long, tossing them over the bed along with the tie.

He looked at the flawless skin before him and had the sudden urge to mark every inch of it, which he immediately set about doing. He kissed and licked and bit every inch he could feasibly put his mouth on before licking a slow trail up to pert, pink nipples. This was already a sensitive area, and due to not having been touched for far too long even the slightest of movements had England trembling above him as he tried to focus on moving. The hero decided to be a bit cruel as he took one of the nubs into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it, eliciting a few moans from England. He grinned a bit before he bit down and sucked, teasing the other nipple with one of his hands as he pinched and twisted. The island nation didn't stand a chance and the volume of his voice began to pick up rapidly which of course just caused the American to continue and drive his lover even more insane with such wonderful sensations pulsing through him.

England's ability to establish or maintain any sort of rhythm was now long gone and he found himself halting his movements in a desperate attempt to keep some sort of wit about him. However the new agenda for America was to drive England crazy and not leave a single sane thought in his head, so when he noticed how the Brit had stalled he carefully pushed against him and slowly lowered him down onto the bed, so that now he was on top. He hooked the slender legs over his shoulders before he began to thrust, taking only a few seconds before he successfully found the spot that had England seeing stars and arching into him.

"A-America!" he cried, doing his best to pull his lover down. He was rapidly losing it, but just about managed to get across what he was trying to say. "K-Kiss, please!"

What sort of a hero would he be if he ignored such a request? Smiling softly, America leaned down in order to capture those soft lips, using his tongue when England moaned into it. America increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding that euphoric spot again and again and England was all but screaming as he broke the kiss, unintelligible words along with America's name filling the charged air around them. It had been so long since their bodies had been connected like this and both were feeling every part of each other. It wasn't long before the coil of warmth started pooling within England and he knew that he was near his release. He did his best to communicate as such, but the words refused to form and the only thing that filled him, body and mind, was America. And that was what he cried as he reached his limit, spilling his seed so hard that his body trembled with the force of it.

America felt the spasm of those tight muscles around his cock and heard his lover calling his name in pure ecstasy and he too neared the end, thrusting a few more times before he came deep within the Brit, calling his name as he did so.

America took care not to just fall down onto his smaller lover, seeing as crushing someone after you've made love is neither chivalrous nor romantic in the least. He managed to flop to the side and lay there catching his breath along with his boyfriend. When he was relatively sure he could speak clearly, America grinned as he said, "Okay... that was fucking awesome!"

England chuckled and simply nodded his agreement before America pulled out of him and brought him into his arms. There was no resistance from the Brit, who laid his head on America's beautifully toned chest and began to trace intricate little patterns with his index finger after he removed the gloves.

"America?" he asked after a moment.

"Yeah babe?"

"Despite our ridiculous spats... you do know that I- I really do love you, right?"

America simply smiled and kissed England's forehead. "Of course! And you know that no matter how mad we make each other, I love you too. Always."

They snuggled closer and intertwined their fingers, both of them realising that now would probably be the most romantic place to leave things, only... it had been over a month... and they were both guys...

"Umm... Hey, babe?" America asked after a moment.

"Yes, love?"

"Well uh... I was kinda wondering if perhaps you'd be interested in a round two?"

When he got no reply America wondered if he'd possibly pissed off the other and had 'gone and ruined the bloody romantic atmosphere, why can't you tell when enough is enough you git?' but the reaction he got was most unexpected. England shifted a bit so that he was whispering in his ear and laughed softly.

"I thought you'd never ask," he said smoothly, before his voice took on a more dangerous tone as he said, "And trust me America, if I still possess the ability to walk tomorrow, the dissolution of the USA will be airing on every television in the world."

Well, America certainly didn't need to be told twice. He grinned and immediately rolled himself so that he was hovering above England. "Looks like the hero will have to avoid such a tragedy happening. You're in for one hell of a night babe."

And what a night it was.

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I am blaming this completely on INWYT! Over 40 chapters of me teasing has finally caused me to go a bit mad with this XD Geez guys, I know that zombies and unicorns caused this reaction, but you should have seen what went down when the two of them entered the great Apple vs Android debate! That was a whole lotta leather and chains let me tell ya! :P ANYWHO! Lemme know what ya think? :3 It's been a while since I actually wrote an M scene so I'm sorry if this is crappy, but I had fun writing it~ ^_^ Well until next time my dears! Those who review will be blessed with the badassery of the zombies and unicorns! ;D

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