A/N: Dumpling Festival / Duan Wu Jie is in 3 days time! (5th of the 5th month according to the Chinese Lunar calendar, which is 16th of June!). So I'm writing a fic specially to commemorate this wonderful festival (although in actual fact, this is just an excuse to write some naughty rochu *bricked*)! I'll finish it by Dumpling Festival, hopefully!
Warning: Smut without plot. You do learn a little something about the festival though. XD
All characters (C) Axis Powers Hetalia & Hidekaz Himaruya. No part of the story is related to any country, political ideology or real event.
Wang Yao was extremely busy today. It was Dumpling Festival and he had been up and about all morning and afternoon, buying and preparing ingredients and making dumplings. He was expecting important guests to join him for a dinner of dumplings today - Hong Kong and Taiwan, who also celebrated Dumpling Festival, and his Russian neighbour Ivan Braginski, who, despite not celebrating Dumpling Festival, used every Chinese festival as an excuse to visit Yao. Yao did not mind of course, even if he enjoyed pretending otherwise. As usual, he would prepare some special dumplings for Ivan. They would contain the usual traditional ingredients, but he had also bought Ivan's favourite Vodka to add to his share of dumplings.
The doorbell rang, just as Yao was in the midst of wrapping blobs of glutinous rice into triangular dumplings.
"Aiya! Ivan, you're too early aru! The dumplings are not even finished yet," Yao scolded as he opened the door to let Ivan in.
"I missed you, my little sunflower~ I wanted to see you as soon as possible," Ivan enveloped Yao in a hug. Yao swerved his head and Ivan's lips missed its target and landed on Yao's cheek.
"Aww~!" Ivan sulked.
"Later, Ivan," Yao untangled himself from Ivan's embrace. "I'm up to my ears with the dumplings aru."
"Are you making dumplings now? I can help da?" Ivan bounded after him into the warm kitchen.
"All right aru. You should help since you always eat the most," Yao smiled.
How Yao wished he had never let Ivan into the kitchen! After a quick ten minute shower, he re-entered the kitchen, only to be greeted by the appalling sight of a plate of slightly deformed-looking heart-shaped blobs of glutinous rice in front of its chef. Even as Yao was seething, Ivan was still happily shaping another blob of glutinous rice while whistling a Russian folk song.
"Ivan! What on earth are you doing aru? Didn't I tell you to just wrap them up in the leaves and shape them like the ones I've already made?" Yao cried.
"But Yao~ Hearts are prettier and more romantic! Don't you think so?" Ivan pouted as Yao snatched over the dumpling he was shaping to undo his misdeed.
"Aiya! Dumpling festival isn't supposed to be romantic aru!" Yao scolded. "It's a festival to remember the sacrifice of Qu Yuan, a patriotic scholar, minister and poet from my country. He jumped into the Mi Luo river out of grief towards the corruption of the sovereign in his era."
Ivan watched in silence as Yao reshaped one deformed glob after another into triangular tents with his deft fingers.
"Yao, why do the dumplings have to be in this shape?"
Yao paused and looked up thoughtfully. The tradition of making and eating dumplings had begun from the time Qu Yuan's countrymen made and threw dumplings into the Mi Luo river to feed Qu Yuan's soul. The dumplings were wrapped in bamboo leaves to prevent the fish from eating the rice. However, come to think of it, he wasn't sure why they were shaped like triangular tents.
To hide the fact that he was not completely knowledgeable about his own festival, he avoided the topic, "Why do you ask?"
"Well, because these dumplings remind me of something."
"What aru?"
"They remind me of tents..."
"That's what they're supposed to look like aru."
"...The kinds I get in my pants whenever I think about making love to you."
A dumpling fell back into the plate with a plop sound as Yao's hands froze in midair. Ivan looked on in amusement as Yao's face turned from pale white to sickly green to raging red.
"Aiyaaaa! Ivan Braginski! How dare you! This is sacrilege aru!" Yao lashed out at any spot he could reach on the Russian's large body.
"Ewwww! Yao~ your hands are sticky!" Ivan complained laughingly as Yao smacked him on the face.
"Serves you right for always thinking about such filthy stuff aru!" Yao snapped. "And now I'll have to wash off all this glutinuous rice from my hands after touching you with them. You're such a nuisance!"
"Yao, let's not waste food."
Ivan grabbed Yao's wrist and brought his hand to his mouth. Locking his fiery violet eyes against Yao's confused amber ones, he slid his tongue slowly from Yao's wrist, upwards across his palm and to the tip of his third finger. One by one, he swirled his tongue around each finger, licking, kissing and sucking tenderly, yet possessively.
"I... Ivan..."
"Hmm...?"
"Stop it aru!" Yao said weakly as he tugged his hand away. The feel of Ivan's smooth, wet tongue against his skin gave him goosebumps that spelt trouble.
Ivan maintained a firm grip on Yao's slim wrist.
"But I'm hungry, Yao," Ivan's face closed in dangerously on Yao.
"You can have a dumpling first! I just need to wrap it in bamboo leaves and steam it. It will be ready in no time." Yao said in a high-pitched voice as he backed away hastily. Ivan made no signs of wanting to let Yao get him his early dinner.
"But I need to eat now," Ivan advanced forward, once more closing up the distance between himself and Yao. Ivan gazed so intensely at Yao that Yao thought he could see blue flames dancing in the purple eyes.
"I'll scoop you some glutinous rice then!" Yao squeaked. He backed further away, and felt his bum hit something hard. He turned his head to look at the object of hindrance. The kitchen counter sealed his sole path of escape.
"But I don't want glutinous rice, Yao, I want you," Ivan leaned forward and whispered breathily into Yao's ear. They were in such close proximity that Yao could feel Ivan's tent pressing against his own. His own tent.
"Ah ha~ you really want me too da?" He placed his hands on the kitchen counter, trapping Yao between them and forcing Yao to lean back further.
"No! Ivan! It's broad daylight and this is hardly the right place! Tonight, I swear...!"
Yao let out a yelp as Ivan pushed him down onto the counter.
"I told you, I need to eat now."
Ivan smothered Yao's protests with his lips.
This would teach Yao to reject his kiss. Kolkolkolkol~!
To be continued...
A/N:
I just read the fanfiction uploading guidelines (yea after so many years on this) and discovered that explicit content is not allowed! *le gasp* But I've seen quite a fair bit of smut around, and Spanish Discipline (which made me decide to turn this into another M fic by the way) is definitely whoaaa. Now I'm worried D: What exactly is explicit? Anyway I might move this and the smut chapter in Sex in the Forbidden City to my blog later.
Making dumplings is indeed a very complicated process!
http : / / www. eatingchina .com / recipes / zongzi . htm (remove spaces for the link to work)
Is any one really amused with the site title like me? I bet Ivan owns the domain name.
Does anyone know why dumplings are triangular? I'm pretty sure they could have been squarish, circular or even heart-shaped and still sink to the bottom of the sea.
I hope nobody's going to get weird thoughts when eating dumplings... ^^;