The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1a]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 16:37:38 UTC
Hey sweeties, how about we go for some China/Australia? Economically, Australia's got a nice little hotspot for China right now.
...god I'm glad this place is anonymous ./ .'
This would be the second piece of smut I've tried my hand at writing, and as such, expect it to be absolutely HORRIBLE, especially as my first piece involved gilding-the-lily-oh-yeah-sex-there-blink-and-miss-like-thomas-hardy-folks. SO, gentleplz...;;
And I apologize for my absolute fail, absolute, absolute fail.
Warnings: M, also Australia uses racial slurs at times. Notes: Àozhōu = Australia, The Art of War is an ancient Chinese text by Sun Tzu on... war, derp (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Art_of_War)
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I. The Calculations
When you are as old as China is ("Fuck-") there are very few things under ("Ah..haha?") the sun to which you have no experience ("Done this before th'n?") and one of those many things which isn't something China is inexperienced ("What? Ew,") with are
( ... )
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1b]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 16:41:45 UTC
Australia rolled away, his face squinched as though he'd just put his foot in a puddle a bit harder than he expected. "That's enough, then." Australia moved to his knees, already on the upward bound, and dusted down his trousers.
But China has a plan in mind now, and at any rate, since when was his name 'then'?
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1c]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 16:44:46 UTC
"Yeah, I got that bit," Australia rolled his pretty green eyes at China. "Aside from that?"
"Well there is a matter of a resource agr- -"
"Get a dog up you." Australia replied smugly before China could even get it out.
VI. Illusion and Reality
"Righto, mate, I'm calling it," Australia's jibe is patterned with a mess of harsh breathing, but it's obvious he's holding his own. Which is fine, because China's barely started, and Australia is going to be panting, and begging and who the hell is europe? America, never heard of him; give me your sweet sweet yen, China-ing by the time China's got anywhere at all. Arrogant, and young, Australia really has no idea how he's going to be dragged right over the threshold between lust and and screaming. "Rape; now gerroff
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The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1d]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 17:01:33 UTC
The front, and boundary line drawn between groan and moan is set-back, and Australia is on the retreat, as China flicked the heat on (tongue now pointed and arrowing in little prods along Australia's brow).
China flipped Australia's head the other way, almost hard enough to give him lateral whiplash, and the other brow is being suckled on, smoothed and made wet, and Australia jerked beneath China, another moan hanging in the air.
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1e]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 17:27:10 UTC
"Owhowhow..." Australia panted around the pain; finally he's panting, and China tugged a little on the hair, but Australia is already up on his knees, and China led Australia forward until Australia straddled China, even as China was sitting up, Australia's body pressed into China's.
Pressed hard into China, and China's grip softens, just enough for Australia to rub himself on the plane of China's stomach, head back again, his shirt sticking to his arms (cling, really) with sweat, and China's spare arm has snaked round Australia's back and - god, his skin is burning.
"Oh fuck," Australia gasped, mouth on China's neck again, and then little Àozhōu is biting China insistently. "Move, m- move, movemove." The word is tripping over itself, duplicating, dividing and melding, but it doesn't matter; it's the same word.
Move.China settled himself, one hand dropping from the ahoge to brush along Australia's eyebrows, and Australia's thighs are suddenly squeezing China's waist, as China tries to settle his legs into a crossed position, even
( ... )
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1f]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 17:51:36 UTC
It's Australia's own fault though, surely, if Àozhōu had just sensibly allowed China to change position earlier, perhaps China would have remembered to slick his fingers up instead of preparing Australia dry. Australia's discomfort now is nothing to what it will be when he actually gets down to the point of this whole matter!
China's cock throbbed painfully, and twitched at the thought; Australia plainly felt it, and not certain if he's trying to get away, or just vent desire, but Australia frotted himself against China's front again, and on the downward slide, China added a third finger.
Australia is actually drooling on China's neck by this point.
Whining uncomfortably, as China gritted his teeth and set about trying to locate Australia's prostate to at least dull the pain with pleasure, Australia adjusted his position on China, until he located the angle he wanted: China's not hitting anything, and that's just the way Australia wanted it at that moment in time. Minimize the resistance, not plough through it.
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1f]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 17:57:28 UTC
((Messed up format; is it possible to get the first post of "The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1f] removed? This is the /right/ formatting))
It's Australia's own fault though, surely, if Àozhōu had just sensibly allowed China to change position earlier, perhaps China would have remembered to slick his fingers up instead of preparing Australia dry. Australia's discomfort now is nothing to what it will be when he actually gets down to the point of this whole matter
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The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1g]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 18:30:54 UTC
XII. The Fiery Attack
"Uhm," Australia shakily managed, teeth still hooked into China's neck, making his next sentence touched with a lisp alongside the stuttering pain. "Foam a france?" Phone a friend?
"Àozhōu," China repeated, and damned their position once again for being inconvenient for eye-contact. Australia's grip on his shoulders shifted, and Australia stopped biting China, and swallowed, his body shivery and shakey, and propped one foot on the ground, but was all but paralyzed by the length of China (China's much neglected length, he would have you know) and where it currently was"Y-yeah s-sure mate," Australia stuttered out. "M-might as w-he-he-hell we're fuckin' ain't we?" Australia gave a nervous, uncomfortable, docile laugh, and tried to find some humour even as his body felt like it had been cracked in two; like fruit on a cutting board, all split in two. "M-might as well t-trust ye-heh-" Australia cut off, breathing heavily. "You
( ... )
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1h]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 18:57:49 UTC
Cattily, Australia licked China's lips until finally, China raised a hand between Australia's curious tongue and his mouth. Undeterred, Australia licked at China's fingers, shamelessly demonstrating at least a rudimentary understanding of fellatio, of no actual finesse. Enthusiasm though
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Re: The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1h]
anonymous
August 21 2011, 10:37:45 UTC
A.Anon you have earned my first unborn child. Raise it well. for this is one of the best Aus fills i have ever read... (extra points for it being with China and having biting... ;) )
omgomgomg author!anon~ This was incredible! Both Oz and China were written perfectly, and the smut- woahman, that was hot (would not have known this was only your second time writing it). So many internets for you, my friend, so many internets.
Re: The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1h]
anonymous
August 21 2011, 21:01:54 UTC
wow really interesting writing style you have there. I really enjoyed this. there are not enough fics with China or with Australia and together they make a suprisingly hot couple. all the little details just made this fill perfect. thanks for sharing :D
Re: The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1h]
anonymous
August 30 2011, 05:42:55 UTC
This is was great! Thanks so much for sharing, there really isn't enough Aus love, and with China to boot. Just one thing, isn't/wasn't 'wog' a derogatory term used for mediterranean immigrants rather than asian people? Thanks once again for this smut -fans self-
...god I'm glad this place is anonymous ./ .'
This would be the second piece of smut I've tried my hand at writing, and as such, expect it to be absolutely HORRIBLE, especially as my first piece involved gilding-the-lily-oh-yeah-sex-there-blink-and-miss-like-thomas-hardy-folks. SO, gentleplz...;;
And I apologize for my absolute fail, absolute, absolute fail.
Warnings: M, also Australia uses racial slurs at times.
Notes: Àozhōu = Australia, The Art of War is an ancient Chinese text by Sun Tzu on... war, derp (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Art_of_War)
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I. The Calculations
When you are as old as China is ("Fuck-") there are very few things under ("Ah..haha?") the sun to which you have no experience ("Done this before th'n?") and one of those many things which isn't something China is inexperienced ("What? Ew,") with are ( ... )
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But China has a plan in mind now, and at any rate, since when was his name 'then'?
IV. Positioning ( ... )
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"Well there is a matter of a resource agr- -"
"Get a dog up you." Australia replied smugly before China could even get it out.
VI. Illusion and Reality
"Righto, mate, I'm calling it," Australia's jibe is patterned with a mess of harsh breathing, but it's obvious he's holding his own. Which is fine, because China's barely started, and Australia is going to be panting, and begging and who the hell is europe? America, never heard of him; give me your sweet sweet yen, China-ing by the time China's got anywhere at all. Arrogant, and young, Australia really has no idea how he's going to be dragged right over the threshold between lust and and screaming. "Rape; now gerroff ( ... )
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China flipped Australia's head the other way, almost hard enough to give him lateral whiplash, and the other brow is being suckled on, smoothed and made wet, and Australia jerked beneath China, another moan hanging in the air.
VIII. The Nine Variations ( ... )
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Pressed hard into China, and China's grip softens, just enough for Australia to rub himself on the plane of China's stomach, head back again, his shirt sticking to his arms (cling, really) with sweat, and China's spare arm has snaked round Australia's back and - god, his skin is burning.
"Oh fuck," Australia gasped, mouth on China's neck again, and then little Àozhōu is biting China insistently. "Move, m- move, movemove." The word is tripping over itself, duplicating, dividing and melding, but it doesn't matter; it's the same word.
Move.China settled himself, one hand dropping from the ahoge to brush along Australia's eyebrows, and Australia's thighs are suddenly squeezing China's waist, as China tries to settle his legs into a crossed position, even ( ... )
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China's cock throbbed painfully, and twitched at the thought; Australia plainly felt it, and not certain if he's trying to get away, or just vent desire, but Australia frotted himself against China's front again, and on the downward slide, China added a third finger.
Australia is actually drooling on China's neck by this point.
Whining uncomfortably, as China gritted his teeth and set about trying to locate Australia's prostate to at least dull the pain with pleasure, Australia adjusted his position on China, until he located the angle he wanted: China's not hitting anything, and that's just the way Australia wanted it at that moment in time. Minimize the resistance, not plough through it.
XI. The Nine ( ... )
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It's Australia's own fault though, surely, if Àozhōu had just sensibly allowed China to change position earlier, perhaps China would have remembered to slick his fingers up instead of preparing Australia dry. Australia's discomfort now is nothing to what it will be when he actually gets down to the point of this whole matter ( ... )
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"Uhm," Australia shakily managed, teeth still hooked into China's neck, making his next sentence touched with a lisp alongside the stuttering pain. "Foam a france?" Phone a friend?
"Àozhōu," China repeated, and damned their position once again for being inconvenient for eye-contact. Australia's grip on his shoulders shifted, and Australia stopped biting China, and swallowed, his body shivery and shakey, and propped one foot on the ground, but was all but paralyzed by the length of China (China's much neglected length, he would have you know) and where it currently was"Y-yeah s-sure mate," Australia stuttered out. "M-might as w-he-he-hell we're fuckin' ain't we?" Australia gave a nervous, uncomfortable, docile laugh, and tried to find some humour even as his body felt like it had been cracked in two; like fruit on a cutting board, all split in two. "M-might as well t-trust ye-heh-" Australia cut off, breathing heavily. "You ( ... )
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Just because there's so much interest in this fill *U*
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That was...that was...I'm speechless...
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