Hetalia - Axis Powers Fan Fiction ❯ Good Enough to Eat ❯ I'll Eat You... ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I do not own the fandom of Hetalia, nor the character of England. The character of Scotland is an OC. No money is being made from this fanfiction, it was made purely from enjoyment. This story is based off of an RP.

Warning specific for this chapter: Dubcon
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Deep, deep in the forest, there are lots of creatures that run and scurry about. Some howl in the night and some slumber during the day. Twitching whiskers and bushy tails, long ears to hear and vibrant wings to fly. For some reason, there were lots of boy animals running amok. But it didn't seem out of the ordinary. The forest was big, it could easily house all of the animals that lived here. Either way, we're not going to talk about all of the darling animals in the woods. We're going to focus on rabbits and foxes.

A rabbit by the name of Arthur, that's who we shall focus on. Arthur, whose eyes were a brilliant shade of emerald and his hair a sandy blonde, had left his home in order to gather some food and was pleased that it was sunny. The forest was rather quiet. He should have taken the silence as a warning, instead the rabbit merely went on his way, a basket for food in hand. A clump of wild vegetables were growing in a clearing that he found and Arthur was quick to start gathering the food. He had just finished when a noise reached his ears: footsteps. The rabbit went very still, listening and trying to smell who was coming. He picked it up quickly - A fox! Arthur didn't stick around and took off running through the forest, basket clutched to his chest. Being a rabbit had its perks, he was very fast, hopefully the fox wouldn't catch him.

Unluckily for Arthur though, the fox in question was one named Hamish. He had fiery red hair, which held amber ears. He was very cunning. He had rubbed a stick over his fur and had placed it so Arthur thought he was heading in his direction when in fact he was hiding further along the path that Arthur was on. He stuck his foot out and tripped the poor rabbit up as he passed him, licking his lips. "Well well well..."

The rabbit never saw it coming. Arthur let out a yelp as he was tripped and he fell to the round, rolling a bit and crushing his basket under him until he came to a stop. There were scuffs on him as well as dirt stains and the smears of black, pulpy fruit. Panting, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, to look up at the fox who had come out of his hiding place. Hamish's bright red tail swished back and forth in amusement as he smirked down at the rabbit. "Mm... I got lucky today then, didn't I...?" he laughed, grabbing the back of Arthur's neck and pulling him up so they were eye to eye. "You look good~"

Arthur's ear pressed flat against his head as he looked up at the fox holding him by the neck. He struggled, kicking and trying to free himself all to no avail. "Let me go!" He snapped, his hands shooting out to try to punch any part of the fox he could reach. Hamish simply laughed at the feeble attempt, as not one punch or kick managed to land on him. "I love food that puts up a fight..." the fox snickered, licking his lips. He threw Arthur onto his shoulder, keeping a strong hold of the rabbit as he carried him back to his own den. The trip back to the fox's den seemed to pass by quickly and Arthur kept yelling abuse at Hamish in order to fight his rising panic. He writhed and kicked, his fists raining down on the fox's back as hard as he can. "You aren't going to eat me, wanker!" Arthur cried desperately, some of his stress and fear slipping into his tone of voice.

Hamish laughed as he jumped down the hole that led to his den, dropping the thrashing rabbit down onto the ground. "Mm... You're all messy... Covered in berries... How thoughtful of you to marinade yourself..." chuckled the fox as he grabbed hold of Arthur's wrists to keep him still. His tongue lapped up the squashed berries on Arthur's chest, tasting the rabbit. Arthur grunted as he fell to the ground, landing on his back with a huff, momentarily winded. When he was able to regain his breath Hamish was already over him, pinning his wrists down and licking at his chest. "Stop!" He yelped, glaring at the fox despite the flush that had crept over his cheeks from the soft caress of Hamish's tongue, the rabbit refused to still completely. The fox ignored Arthur's outburst and couldn't help himself, he bit at Arthur's skin to get a proper taste of his meal. He groaned quietly as the taste of blood flooded his mouth. It tasted amazing. He lapped up the blood and stopped the wound from bleeding anymore. "I'm gonna have so much fun with you bunny boy~"

A scream came from the thrashing rabbit, Arthur's eyes went wide with fear and pain as he felt the fox's teeth dig into his skin a bit. The bite was hard enough to draw blood and more slightly softer cries came from Arthur as Hamish lapped at the blood, making the wound sting. "Don't! I don't want to be eaten!" He howled.

"Oh be quiet..." scoffed Hamish, nipping the rabbit's fluffy ear to get him to quiet down. "I'm not hungry. Yet. I'll save you for when I need a big meal. It's not like you can get out of here anyway, a fox's den is very different from a rabbit warren~"

The rabbit trembled, his ear twitching as it was nipped, but he did fall silent. He wasn't going to die? Not yet anyway... A nearly inaudible sigh of relief slipped out of him. Not escape? Well if the fox was going to save him for a time then he might be able to figure his way out, all that he would need was to be left alone for a bit. Arthur would wait until the fox slept and then try to find his way out, how hard could it be? "Don't try to escape, these ears hear everything" said Hamish, settling down and curling up to sleep.

Arthur lay down, nodding his head and letting the fox curl up with him. Once he was sure that the other was soundly asleep he slipped out of Hamish's grasp, moving slowly. However, he didnt bolt the moment he was free, instead he just lay next to the fox, he had to go slowly if he really wanted to get away. The next step was to move torwards the entrance to the room and he did so, crawling along the floor as softly as he could. If he made it to the pathway beyond the room he could get to his feet and begin to creep through the passages, looking for the exit to the den.

The fox's ears twitched and he was up in an instant, pouncing on the rabbit and pressing him down into the ground. "You think I'm stupid...?" he hissed, his tail bristling in annoyance. The rabbit whimpered, groaning lightly as he was pressed into the ground by the larger fox, the bite mark hurt. Arthur's ears pressed flat against his head again as he struggled to turn his head and look up at Hamish, "N-no..." He hated that his voice had become a squeak.

Hamish smirked down at the rabbit as he pressed the bunny further into the ground. "What I find, I keep" he said, laughing. "And I'm keeping you~"

Arthur coughed, the pressure from Hamish pressing him down started to hurt, "Get off of me!" He gasped, his smaller tail twitching in agitation. Hamish leaned down and licked at Arthur's neck. "You feel so warm~" he growled seductively, giving the rabbit's neck a few nips. "N-no!" the rabbit gasped, feeling the fox's tongue sliding over his skin. He thought that the other was going to bite him again, but instead he was just nipped at. He started to shake a little as the fox growled words into his ear making a flush appear on his cheeks again, "Wh-what?" Arthur heard Hamish, he just didn't believe that things were taking this direction.

Hamish grinned as he continued to nip at the flushed skin. "So soft too..." he mused, his tail going back and forth. "And this...". The fox's hands traveled down to the rabbit's rump, squeezing it firmly. "Mm, nice and firm~"

A startled cry came from the rabbit under him as his ass was squeezed, his hips jerking as a reaction. Arthur's own tail flicked as though trying to brush the groping fingers free of the sensitive flesh. "Oi! Don't touch there." He snapped, trying to move away from the rather perverse fox. "I'm the one in charge here" snarled Hamish, nipping harder at the rabbit's neck. It was a method of getting prey to stay still. Feeling the fox's teeth scrape against the skin of his neck Arthur froze, his eyes wide again. Not wanting to have those sharp fangs sink in and kill he mumbled, "Sorry..."

"That's more like it" Hamish hissed, picking the rabbit up and carrying him back to the sleeping area of the den. "You're not getting away that easily...". The fox curled up around the rabbit, his arms wrapped firmly around Arthur's waist. With now where to go Arthur allowed himself to relax, he was rather tired. All of the struggle and fear had taken a bit of a toll on him, and he found himself falling asleep. His eyes drifted closed as they lay in the den together and a few moments later the rabbit was dead to the world, for the time being.

Hamish had woken, though he was hungry, he wasn't hungry enough to eat the rabbit in his den. So he had snuck out and caught some field mice for himself, happily crunching them down. Afterwards he clean up his den, working silently as to not to disturb his sweet smelling 'guest'. Arthur awoke, hoping the previous events had only been a dream, sadly he was sorely disappointed when he opened his eyes to see the fox working on another side of the room. He sat up, wincing slightly, he was sore from being shoved to the ground and bitten. Arthur rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tentatively touched the healing wound. It had scabbed over but still stung a little, he looked over at the fox, "Umm... Hello..."

Hamish glanced over at the rabbit then dug out some vegetables that he had stolen from the nearby farm. He dumped them in front of Arthur. "Eat up then. Before I change my mind and eat you instead."

Arthur grabbed up the vegetables, rubbing the dirt off of them on the corner of the cloak he was wearing, "Thank you..." He ate them quickly, sighing in slight satisfaction, he had been rather hungry. Once finished he asked the fox, "Do you have a name...?"

"Hamish" the fox replied, stamping on a small beetle that darted across the ground. He hated having bugs in his den.

That was a strange name... Arthur thought, before he shivered as the beetle scuttled over the floor, he found them disgusting. He scrambled back onto the sleeping 'nest' that he had been laying on before calming down. "My name is Arthur." He said, looking up at Hamish.

"Good... I like to know the name of my meal, makes it more entertaining..." Hamish said, wiping away the remains of the beetle and starting to groom his own bush tail, keeping an eye on the rabbit while doing so. Arthur sits there quietly, unsure of what to do. He can't run away while Hamish is awake and he'll hear him if he tries to sneak off while the fox sleeps. Maybe he could convince Hamish to let him outside? He looks down at himself, his body still smeared with a bit of dirt and berries, "Umm... Hamish? Do you have a place I could bathe?"

Hamish stared at the rabbit for a moment. "Yes" he said, stalking over. He grabbed hold of the rabbit's ears and tied them over Arthur's eyes so he was blindfolded, picking him up and carrying him out. Well, he couldn't have Arthur memorising the way out of the den.

The rabbit yelps as he is blindfolded by his own ears, "Ouch!" Why did it seem that the fox was capable of calling out all of his plans? Frustrated, Arthur was forced to recline in Hamish's arms and allow himself to be carried out of the den. Once Hamish was sure Arthur wouldn't escape he untied his ears and sat him in front of a bathing pond. "Go on. Strip."

Arthur looks over at Hamish, it is clear that the fox isn't going anywhere, and that means he will have to strip in front of him. Sighing he walks close to the edge of the pond and removes his pants and cloak, saving the shirt for last until he is partially waded into the pool. Then he takes off his shirt and moves the rest of the way into the water, sighing. After ducking his head under the cool, clear water he scrubs the dirt form his body. Hamish sat by the edge of the pond, watching the rabbit to make sure he didn't run away. But he liked the look of his body, it was so delicate and small and pale...

The rabbit tries to ignore the eyes clearly burning into his skin, but it is growing more and more difficult as time passes. Huffing, he washes quickly and just as quickly scrambles out of the water to pull on his clothes. Arthur tries to make sure that his body, most of it, is hidden from Hamish's gaze and he glares as he fastens his cloak again, feeling uncomfortable, "Are you done being a voyeur?"

"Not really" Hamish said in reply as he toed the rabbits eyes his eyes again and carried him back down into his den, thinking all sorts of sordid thoughts about Arthur. Arthur tried to listen to Hamish's footsteps, trying to hear where he took a turn and count the number of steps, but at this one try it was too confusing. Huffing he let himself be set down on the floor and his ears were untied. The rabbit strokes the soft bits of fur, "It really hurts when you do that..." He complains, smoothing them. "Would you rather I gouge out your eyes to make you blind?" said the fox. "Your eyes are so pretty, it would be a shame to ruin them..."

"No!" Arthur hisses, feeling a bit of panic bubble up inside of his chest. That fox might just be crazy enough to di it and he covers his face, squeesing his eyes shut. "Well then, don't complain about such trivial things" said Hamish, laughing as his ears twitched. "Now quit cowering, I wanna see your face."

Arthur lowers his hands and ears, opening his eyes and looking up at Hamish, "..."

"There we go, cutey~" laughed Hamish, smirking at the rabbit as he licked his lips. Arthur frowned up at the fox, not liking the way that he was looking at him. His eyes were a little wide as he asked, "A-are you going to eat me now?"

"Mm... No.." Hamish said as he slowly stalked toward the rabbit. "I have a better idea in mind."

The rabbit gulped lightly as he scooted back at bit from the fox. A better idea? Arthur had a feeling he knew where this was going and he wasn't sure if it was a better option than being eaten. Hamish simply followed the rabbit and pinned him down, licking his lips. He untied the green cloak and used it to tie Arthur's hands above his head. Then he proceeded to nip and lick at Arthur's neck. Arthur squeaked as he was pinned down and his hands were tied. He tried to kick at first, but it was stopped when Hamish began to lick and hip at his neck again. The rabbit trembled lightly on the floor, not liking the strange, slightly good sensation, "Hamish... stop it."

"As if that is going to stop me" laughed Hamish, nibbling harder at the rabbit's tender neck. His hands began to make quick work of the rabbit's clothes, removing them easily. Arthur shivered when his clothes were removed and he squirmed more under Hamish, trying not to concentrate on how the pressure from the fox's mouth felt good on the skin of his neck. He closed his eyes. Hamish traveled south, nipping the newly revealed skin. He then attacked one per nipple, licking and sucking on it harshly. He tasted so good! A yelp came out of Arthur's mouth as he felt Hamish 'assaulting' an very sensitive part of his chest. The little nub in his mouth would only grow a little harder and the rabbit began to pant lightly. His cheeks flushed more as he looked down at the fox over him, his earlier noise turning into a soft moan.

Hamish's tail swished in delight at hearing the noises. His sharp claws gently dragged over the pale skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He moved to nip and bite at the other nipple, as his hands rid the rabbit of his pants. Feeling those claws drag softly over his skin Arthur whimpered again, his muscles twitching under the skin in response to a shiver running down his spine. He doesn't beg, it's not something that even Hamish would bring him to do. Though, he twists a little when the fox begins to pull down his pants, pressing his knees together to keep them from being pulled off completely. A soft growl slips through his teeth.

"Rabbits don't growl..." snapped Hamish, pulling Arthur's legs wide to keep them apart. He licked his lips as he violently shoved his throbbing member inside of the rabbit. Arthur screamed as Hamish pushed his way inside without any preparation. His back arched high off the ground and his eyes shut tight against the pain of the fox's intrusion. Hamish grunted at the sudden warmth around him, holding the rabbit down as he started to rock into the smaller man harder and harder.

The pain faded, slowly, but it faded, the rocking of the fox's body inside of him was chipping away at his discomfort. An slight shift in angle and the larger man hit something inside of him that made him scream in an entirely different way. On reflex his hips bucked up, beginning to move in time with the fox. Arthur opened his eyes and looked up at Hamish, his breath starting to come in short gasps now. Hamish growled as he pounded that spot inside of Arthur, abusing it to no end in such a frenzy of lust. It had been some time since he had last mated and it felt just as good as he remembered.

Arthur continued to make small screams of pleasure, his body moving back and in time with Hamish's. He hadn't mated in this way before, but it felt so good. The rabbit's body ground up against the fox's trying to put friction where the heat was building the most; between his legs. Hamish decided to give Arthur some pleasure atleast, stroking his member as he rocked into him hard. He continued to growl and grunt at the intense pleasure. Whimpering the rabbit grew harder from Hamish's attentions, his body thrusting into the warm grip. He gasped and panted between soft moans, an dark flush on his face as his eyes closed again.

Hamish let out a loud cry as he came inside of the rabbit, filling him to the brim. Even then he didn't pull out, just panted harshly as he gazed down at Arthur. Arthur came as well, screaming lightly, the pleasure Hamish was giving him was enough to put him over the edge. He felt the fox filling him up as he spill himself over Hamish's hand and down onto his own stomach. When Hamish didn't pull out he opened his eyes and looked up at him, "..."

Hamish eventually did pull out of the rabbit's hole, some of his seed leaking out of it. He lay down beside Arthur, breathing heavily. The rabbit sighed and turned to curl up with the fox, his fingers brushing over the larger man's tail, "That was good..." He said softly. Hamish opened one eye to watch the rabbit carefully. "You were pretty unwilling" he mused as his tail swished. "You tied my hands up! And that was before it felt good..." Arthur said, "Speaking of..." He held up his wrists, "Mind untieing me?"

Hamish rolled his eyes and cut up the shirt binding Arthur's hands together. "There, happy?"

"Ah! That was my favorite shirt! Why did you do that?" The rabbit yelped, slapping his hands against the fox's chest, "What the bloody hell?"

Hanish growled and wrapped his hand around Arthur's throat, cutting off his air flow. "Did you jut hit me~?" he hissed angrily. Arthur coughed and choked, his hands scrabbling at Hamish's fingers. "I-i'm sorry..." He managed to get out with the last of his air. The rabbit squirmed and struggled. Hamish scoffed and let go of the thrashing rabbit. "That's what I thought" he snapped, lying back down to rest. Arthur coughed and whimpered, rubbing his throat, "You're a bastard..."

"Says the rabbit who enjoyed me fucking him" Hamish replied, shutting his eyes to ignore the bitchy rabbit. "Stupid fox..." Arthur said, but he was too tired to move away from the fox. He laid down on the ground again, curling up and trying to fall asleep, he sighed softly.


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To be continued~
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