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28 December 2009 @ 11:08 pm
Holy Smokes  
Title: Holy Smokes: An Aisling Grey, Guardian Novel.
Author: Katie MacAlister
Rating: R-18
Warning: AU. Dragon! Ivan?
Summary: Yao wants to see Ivan’s bring out his beast XD

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING OF THIS! Ivan and Yao are owned by Himaruya and this story belongs to Katie MacAlister


A/N: This part that I am writing is what inspired me to write “Hide and Seek”. The atmosphere of this seen really intrigued me and so I wanted to emulate it in “Hide and Seek.” As you can tell, the first two chapter of HAS is set up almost the same way as this.

Because this story is vastly different than that of Hetalia, I have no way of rewriting it and keep it within the Hetalia Universe. So here is the background of this story.

In “Holy Smokes” universe, magical beings exist. While there is the mundane, where ppl don’t know these things exist, the book primary focuses on the magical world. In this world there are 4 dragon septs (clans): Red, Green, Silver, and Blue. The dragon sept we’re focusing on is the Green dragons. Each dragon leader called “wyvern” has a human mate. Mates are born to a dragon and are very, very rare which makes them very precious to a dragon wyvern. They are the only ones that can handle the fire of a wyvern.

And so, Yao is Ivan’s dragon mate XD. I’m changing the Green sept into Purple since the sept color is reflected in the dragon’s eyes and etc

(If anyone was wondering, Red are the Chinese dragon sept, Green the Hungarian, Silver is African, and Blue is Italian).
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Cold air suddenly swirled around Yao, causing his bare nipples to harden painfully. Startled, he jumped, and was grabbing for the towel when a familiar voice said, “There you are. I wondered where you were hiding.”

Yao let the towel drop and smiled as Ivan stood in the doorway of the sauna, quickly removed his clothing. “You’re letting out all the steam,” the small man pointed out.

The look Ivan gave him could have melted asbestos. “I assure you that you’ll have as much steam as you can stand. If you don’t mind me joining you, that is?”

“That ‘Occupied’ sign on the door to the sauna doesn’t apply to you. Although…how did you know I was in here?”

The Russian laid the last of his clothing on the bench outside the sauna, closing the door behind him. His violet-eyed gaze took its time moving along the other man’s body, making Yao shiver a little with its intensity.

“The guards told me you were going to take a late night swim,” he answered, dumping a ladleful of water on the hot coals. Steam boiled up around him, obscuring the sight of his body for a moment.

“Well, there’s nothing like a relaxing steam after a nice dip.” Yao laid back on the bench, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of Ivan’s sleek muscles moving as he picked up the towel that had fallen on the floor. “I was thinking about you.”

“Good things, I hope?” he asked, his eyes glittering brightly as he watched Yao.

The Chinese stretched a little in order to arch his back in a shameless display. “I was thinking about how you shift for a second into dragon form when you have an orgasm. It got me musing over what it must be like to be an animal in human form.”

Ivan had started for Yao, but after hearing those words, paused and cocked an expressive eyebrow. “I am most decidedly not an animal, mate.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I know you’re a man. But sometimes I have a hard time remembering that there are other emotions that you must be feeling that those experienced by normal mortals.”

His other eyebrow rose. “I am not a man, either. I am a dragon. I have simply adopted this form as one which is both comfortable and practical.”

“I’m most certainly not complaining, but I wondered….” Yao allowed his gaze to wander over his impressive expanse of flesh. “Perhaps if you released your inner dragon, you might be able to shift at other times?”

“It is common for dragons who stay in one form for a long period of time to lose their ability to shift into their traditional form,” the Russian said quietly. “You seem to be under the impression that we are at our most dragon when we are in the latter form- which is not true. We are dragon no matter what our appearance.”

“I’m not disputing that at all. I wonder, though, just how dragon are you?”

Ivan was on him in a heartbeat, his body warmed and slickened by the steam. “You question my dragonhood?”

“I want to know if there is a deep, primal instincts driving you that I have yet to see,” Yao answered, gasping when the other took his nipple into his mouth, bathing it in fire.

“I assure you that I have many primal needs,” Ivan answered. “Needs which only you an fulfill.”

“Good. I thought we’d explore your dragon side tonight.” The smaller man said, squirming beneath the dragon clad in human skin.

“I am more than happy for you to explore any side of me you like,” he answered, nuzzling into the other’s neck

Yao allowed his hands to play along the Russian’s sides, sweeping down to dig his fingers into the heavy muscles of his behind. “You want me don’t you?”

“Do you need to ask?” Ivan wiggled just a little. He was obviously aroused, his body slick against the Chinese man.

“Not really.” Yao nibbled his neck, then bit him on the shoulder. “I want you, too, in case you didn’t notice.”

Ivan’s hand, which had been busily stroking a path up Yao’s thigh to parts northern, paused. “I noticed,” he said, plunging a finger inside him.

Yao gasped, his body trembling. “Let’s try a little experiment….”

Ivan's fingers flexed and a lustful haze filled Yao’s sight, but through the steam of the sauna, Yao could see a quizzical look on the handsome face. “What did you have in mind.”

It took some effort to remove himself from the paradise of the hands and mouth and body, but Yao wiggled out from under the larger man and snatched up a towel, saying as he did so, “Dragons like to hunt things, don’t they?”

“That depends what the prey is,” the Russian answered, blowing a ring of fire at his lover.

The towel, not one that had been specially treated to inhibit fire, burst into flames. Yao dropped it and picked up another one.

“How about me?”

Ivan stood up slowly, his eyes lit with a strange look. “Run,” he said.

“What?”

“You wish to see the predator in me, do you not? Very well. Run.”

Yao’s mouth opened to tell him that there was no way in heaven or hell could he outrun him, but a low growl deep in Ivan’s chest, he turned on his heel and ran.

His heart was beating wildly, adrenaline spiking through him as he ran across the room, hesitating for a moment as he tried to decide where to go. Ivan emerged from the sauna, his head lowered slightly, an intense look on his face as as he stalked toward his prey.

“Do you know what it is to hunt, mate? It is a feral drive, one of the most primal urges in dragons, the need to find and possess. It heightens my senses until I can hear your heart pounding, hear the rasp of every breath you take. Your scent lies heavy in the air, sinking deep into my blood, teasing me, tormenting me until all I can think of is possessing you.”

Yao gasped and backed away, too caught up in the moment to think straight.

“Do you really wish to unleash the beast within me?” Ivan asked, continuing to prowl toward the other, the muscles of his body moving in a beautiful ballet of power and grace. “Do you think you can handle the feral side of a dragon, mate?”

Cold stone touched Yao’s back, stopping him from escaping. He knew just how a mouse felt when it was dropped into a snake’s cage. He tried to answer, but all that came out was an unintelligible murmur. He was caught between intense arousal and a base need to escape, unsure of which emotion to act upon. His body and heart told him Ivan would never harm him, but the primitive part of his brain was demanding he get away from the beast that wanted to eat him.

Ivan was a hairsbreadth away from him now, the look in his eyes a mixture of passion and something Yao didn’t recognize, something so frightening it sent his brain into a screaming fit. “Do you really wish to face my true being?”

Yao was poised to run, the flight instinct in him swamping other emotions, but just as he was about to flee, Ivan lifted his hand. Instead of the expected fingers, a curved silver claw touched the mark he’d branded into the Chinese's flesh the first night they made love.

“Yes!” Yao cried, flinging himself on the dragon, wrapping his legs around the other’s hips and Ivan’s hands…claws…whatever they were dug into his butt and hoisted him high. Yao kissed him with every ounce of love he had, offering himself as a sacrifice to tame the wild dragon, his mouth welcoming the intrusion of the other’s tongue even as he thrust hard into his body.

Their lovemaking was fast as Ivan claimed and Yao surrendered. Flames licked along Yao’s skin as Ivan pressed him into the wall, his body moving in a rhythm that sent the Chinese soaring. He bit into the Russian’s neck, sobbing incoherently into the shoulder, his hands mimicking claws as he raked them along Ivan’s back. There was no gentleness between them, no soft, teasing touches- this was mating, pure and simple. Yao had unleashed Ivan’s tightly held primal emotions, triggering his need to dominate.

But Yao was a wyvern’s mate. He answered every hard thrust with a little movement of his own, somewhat hindered by their unorthodox position, but using his hands and mouth to show Ivan he wasn’t the only one who could go wild. As a familiar tension built inside of Yao, he clutched Ivan’s butt and urged him on faster, crying out his name when he was swept over the edge.

A fireball exploded around them as Ivan’s shout of exultation changed to an animal roar of triumph. The throat Yao had pressed his face against changed, elongated, the hot sweaty skin morphing for a fraction of a second into purple, lavender scales.

Yao collapsed against Ivan, his heart and soul singing, his brain completely unable to cope with anything else at that moment but the depth of his feelings for the man who had so completely filled his life.

Consciousness returned with a warm, enveloping air that caressed his bare flesh. Yao opened his eyes to find himself lying on the bench in the sauna, and Ivan splashing water on the rocks. He looked down at where the smaller man laid, a smug little smile curling the edges of his mouth.

“You’re just lucky I’m a wyvern’s mate,” Yao told Ivan’s smile, holding out his arms for him. “If I’d still be mortal, I doubt I could have survived that.”

Ivan sank down upon him with a hot look, and even hotter kisses.

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Original author Katie Macalister

Original summary:
The dragon of my dreams- ubersexy Drake Vireo, wyvern of the green dragons- has finally decided to make an honest women of me. That is, if we ever make it to the wedding at the same time! Being left at the altar may have cooled my jets, but not my passion…a good thing when Drake disappears and it’s up to me to find him.

Most brides just have in-laws to worry about. Me? I have warring dragons, ticked-off demon lords, eternal damnation, and a mage who wants to challenge me for an otherworldly position I don’t even want. At least Jim, my doggie demon, is always at my side. He’s never let me down…yet.
 
 
 
Lomelindifirebird_88 on January 1st, 2010 08:53 pm (UTC)
WHOA. You do NOT know how obsessed I am with dragons (and fire), hahaha. I loved this! xD; Fantasy + Hetalia = CANNOT GO WRONG. :D

Mmmm, flames during mating. I approve so hardcore. Yao is one lucky, lucky little mate. And he's such a tease too. XD