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Chapter List
- 1-Crimson Tides
- 1
Warnings: Yaoi (RussiaxGermany), angst,
violence, language, bondage, non-consensual sexual situations and explicit
sexual depictions ahead.� This fanfic is intended for adult readers only.

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~ * ~ Crimson Tides ~ * ~

By Arcadia Eclipse

�� I scarcely
dared to believe Honda�s softly uttered words when the Japanese man knocked
politely upon the heavy door of my bedroom-turned-workshop to advise that I had an unexpected visitor.� Such news, however uncommon, was customarily
dismissed with a growled �Let Feliciano deal with him.� He should be earning his keep.� but this time
Honda�s bowed acknowledgement was summarily disrupted as the Italian plowed
full-force into the smaller man in his rush to plant himself in my door frame.

�� It..It�s Russia!� Russia�s
here! �Do you think he brought us food?�

�� His hands
were empty though��

�� Didn�t you
see the size of his coat pockets, Kiku?� Maybe he has stroganoff or honey cakes or-�

�� I shoved
the Italian out of my doorway, carefully stepping over the still-crumpled Honda
with a muttered apology as I hastened down the hallway to where my unexpected
guest waited in the kitchen for my arrival.�
Ivan Braginski looked up and smiled warmly at
my approach while holding up one of my small kitchen chairs in his powerful
hands, the wood now badly mangled.

�� I�m
sorry.� The little one told me to sit and
when I did��

�� I fought
the urge to laugh but took the broken chair from him to set it aside for later
repairs.

�� I hope it
wasn�t an antique.�

�� Old piece
of junk� is a more fitting description.�
Are you in the market for a new time piece?� We can custom make any clock to your exact specifica-�

�� -I came to
discuss your future, Ludwig.�

�� His words
gave me pause but the larger man didn�t elaborate right away, just smiling at
my expression of mounting confusion though his eyes silently urged me to
question his cryptic words.� Although I
desired a thorough explanation a soft rustling in the hallway caught my
attention at apparently the same moment as Ivan�s ears picked up on the fact
that we were no longer speaking in private.

We both turned our heads together
to regard Feliciano standing like an idiot in the doorway and Honda barely
concealed behind him.� My ears burned in
embarrassment for their overt stupidity but Ivan just chuckled at their poor
attempt at spying.� Nevertheless, I
glared at my comrades to silently impart upon them a wordless threat should
they attempt to follow us then beckoned Ivan to follow me down the hallway to
the relative privacy of my bedroom workshop.�
It was stark in appearance and bereft of all but the base essentials to
a clockmaker but at least we could talk candidly now once the door was shut and
after quick consideration I slid the lock into place.

�The clockmaker�s walls have ears?�

�Just the mice
that dwell inside them.�

I fell silent to give him a chance
to elaborate on his earlier comment but Ivan seemed preoccupied with looking
around my personal chambers- taking in the meticulously made bed, carefully
stored gears and springs all arranged accordingly to size and type, a large oak
desk topped in an array of time pieces in various states of repair�

�Why did you come, Russian?�

�Why?�� The older man averted his eyes from my meager
possessions to regard me now while unfastening his large overcoat though I didn�t
offer to take it for him and he didn�t bother removing it.� �Did you not invite me to visit?� Strange that you forgot so
quickly.�

�� That was
years ago.� I was looking for allies at
the time.�

�� And have
you ceased that search now?�

�� My allies
are here with me.�

�� As am I.�

�� His words
gave me pause and I opted to sit silently at my desk and tinker idly with a
stubborn Junghans
that refused to wind properly.� This was
all that I had become now- a simple clock maker, and yet Ivan stood over me in
full military regalia watching the fallen soldier-turned-merchant apply his
trade.� My work-calloused hands moved of
their own accord, tightening, polishing and still he watched my movements diligently
without a sound and making no motions to leave either.

�� Why are
you really here?�

�� Ivan�s large
frame loomed forward and I noted that the generously-sized oak desk felt
crowded all of a sudden as he casually leaned his bulk against the wood while
picking up a broken cuckoo clock from my assortment to examine it.

�� Because I�m a collector among other things, Ludwig.� When I see something that I fancy I acquire
it.�� He set the clock aside but his
fingers brushed purposely over each of the other time pieces in turn.� �Handsome things, foreign things, things I find appealing...��
His hand moved as if reaching for the clock now resting in my palms but
lingered on my work-worn fingers instead of the polished wood.� I jerked back quickly in the chair but a
moment was all the taller man needed for sealing a large hand around the base
of my throat to meet me in a stalemate of sorts.� Though I glared up at him my seated position
made for awkward resistance overall.� Quickly
I regained my composure and managed to swallow the growing unease while keeping
my voice purposely low and steady.

�� What are
you on about, Russian?�

�� An alliance of sorts.�
The Soviet Union is a living thing- constantly
growing, adapting, seeking new territory,� his hand tightened ever-so slightly
on my pulse point, �new blood��

�� I smirked
but made no effort to escape him.� It was
a game of intimidation and I had only once in recent years lost such a game on
my home front.� The technique was
familiar to me and unlike my more delicate compatriots I didn�t flinch or beg
for mercy from this man.

�� So you�ve
come to ask me to become one with Russia?� To prostrate myself and do your
bidding like the half dozen other mindless pet nations that you keep in your �Union�?� To relinquish any remaining shred of dignity
and passion that I still possess and serve you like a loyal fool?�

�� So poetic, Ludwig.��
Humor danced in his eyes as the Russian finally relented and pulled away
to sit on the edge of my desk causing the worn wood to creak in protest.� �Truthfully I came to rape you but you say it
with much more eloquence.�

�� That I was
not expecting and as amusement lingered on Ivan�s face and his smile never
faltered I realized that this wasn�t just a sick sense of humor I was dealing
with.� Feliciano and Honda were likely asleep
in their beds by now barely a dozen yards away and yet I could not call for
help or risk involving them.� This was my
own battle against the Soviet smirking before me and I had been fool enough to
invite him to my lands and allow him free entry into my bed chamber before
locking us in together.

�� I�ll never
understand Russian humor.� This is some
kind of joke, right?�

�� �Nein.�

�� Sprechen Sie Deutsch?�

�� Not a
word.�

�� I stared at
him with mounting annoyance but Ivan just seemed to find my expression quite
amusing since the Russian began to chuckle at my expense.� Internally I questioned his sanity even more
for it but I retained my outward composure when rising from the chair with
certain restraint and toeing off my boots with a purposeful air of finality.

�� It�s
late.� Get out.�

�� I came
here with a purpose tonight.�

�� If you�re
not out of my country by dawn I�ll hunt and kill you myself.�

�� My threat
didn�t seem to have the desired effect on him as Ivan slowly began his approach
like a staving beast that had locked eyes on new prey without intention of
relenting.� When he paused before me it
was only to bend and remove his boots with a level of nonchalance that I found
even more infuriating than his dark attempt at humor.

�� Get the
hell out.� You�re not invited to stay.�

�� I made you
a promise, Ludwig.�

�� A promise of what?� To let me serve you like a lame dog?� Out!�

�� A promise to rape you.�

�� His words
were spoken casually through the same unsettling smile but the icy note behind
them only served to further complicate the feigned grin of a closet sadist that
he offered to me now.� This man was a
serious danger to me and quickly my eyes darted around the room for a makeshift
weapon.� Anything solid would do.

�� Russian,�
I forced my voice to remain steady and threatening as the smiling man continued
his ominous approach.� �Even in defeat I
am stronger than you�ll ever realize.� I
swear here and now that I will kill you if you do not leave my borders
immediately.�

�� I know of
your strength, Ludwig.� I know of your
determination and zeal on the battlefield.�
What sport is there for Russia
in attacking just another weak nation?� A
lesser country would realize that fighting me would be a futile gesture of last
resort.� Only a strong and proud nation
would believe that it might be able to best me, and only a questionably-sane
man might lead his country to try.�� He
finally paused barely a single stride from where I
stood my ground though overtly standing between myself and the locked door.� �You look like a man that doesn�t hold
promises in high regard.�

�And you look like a man that
doesn�t make promises unless it benefits you in some sick way.�

�Do I?�� The tall Russian continued to smile but there
was uninhibited malice on the tip of his tongue as he approached again quickly
closing the distance between us. ��And
what benefit do you have to offer me?�
How would you �sweeten the deal� so to speak?�

I was a far cry from the small and
delicate fools that Ivan surrounded himself with but even strong and standing five-foot-nine
at my tallest his hand was still large on my hip and his broader body insistent
when pressing intimately to mine.� It was
a game to him, a challenge to see whether I would stand my ground or take a
step back to escape his advances.

�Would you give me your body
willingly, Ludwig?� Would you submit to
your enemy if it could make you stronger?�

I held my ground stubbornly, angry
that I had to look up to glare at him but I refused to take a step back towards
where my bed lay.

�� My body is just a tool for a
greater purpose.� I use it as I see fit.�

�� I promise to force you if you
refuse me.�

�And I promise you death for even
attempting it.�

His smile remained as a distraction
when the large Russian suddenly grabbed me behind the knees and hoisted my body
atop his shoulder, easily striding the two remaining paces to my bed and
dumping me upon the sheets before I could strike him.� My reflexes were dulled from thirty long
months of clock-making and now I cursed under my breath as his lips on my
throat wrung an unwanted groan from deep in my chest.� This roughness, the threat of the enemy and
the need to fight back had too long been dormant in my veins, so much so that
my hands shook slightly at first when pushing back against his chest in an
effort to remove him from my prone body.�
Gritted teeth and a growl were my threat to him as Ivan�s kisses became
firmer nips and even sucking at my flesh now in a calculated effort to mark me.

�I.. I
will �kill- you!�

�� Mm..and I would deserve it, Ludwig.�� He grinned down on me as one large hand
migrated south to force my thighs to part around his hips.� �I would welcome death at your hands as
penance for the many hours that I intend to violate my enemy this evening.�

His words were a promise rather
than mere tease and as one of his hands moved to pin both of mine near the
headboard while the other unfastened my belt his intention could not be
misunderstood.� My arms strained for
precious leverage but Ivan�s superior bulk pressed harder upon my wrists as he
deftly lashed both of my hands to the headboard.� Only after restraining my upper body did the
Russian release his hold on my wrists and instead grip my hips while smiling
with a touch of unrestrained sadism and desire.

I had no delusions over what he
intended for me in this position but I was not a weak man and I would not try
to deter him with screams, bites or even spitting in his face.� Instead my lips quirked into their own angry smirk
as my knee suddenly slammed upwards right into the pit of his stomach.� I knew the spot from countless hours of
military training- a fierce blow to the stomach just below the ribs would
render a man unable to breathe and quickly cause him to lose consciousness. And
yet, Ivan just winced and took pause for barely a minute before his smile
vanished for once and both powerful hands locked onto my knees and roughly
slammed them to either side on the bed again, the motion sending pain from a
newly-sprained groin muscle shooting up my spine and wringing a sharp gasp from
my lips.� In the end, the only reward for
my defiance was a single bead of sweat lingering on his brow and betraying that
the Russian did indeed feel a certain level of pain, even minutely.

�If you do that again,� his voice lowered
to a malevolent growl that sent a chill down my spine, �I promise you now, I
will break your legs.� And I �do- keep my
promises, German��

The sincerity lingering behind his
gritted malice wasn�t lost on me and I wisely opted to keep my legs open around
the width of his broad hips, at least for now.

Ivan shifted to unfasten my slacks
and though he moved briefly from between my spread thighs, the process of
jerking the fabric from my legs in one swift motion further strained my aching
groin muscle and a sharp gasp escaped my lips before I could contain the
telltale exhale betraying hidden pain.� Sharp
ears picked up on my discomfort quickly however but though Ivan purposely
spread my thighs painfully wide yet again, watching me intently for weakness, I
refused to grant him the satisfaction of witnessing genuine pain on my face.

�Ludwig,� he purred while caressing
my naked hips, �do you think your defiance upsets me?� That I�ll grow angered with you and leave
your chambers tonight?� What do you think
now, German?�� His hips tipped forward to
press his clothed erection against me and this time I couldn�t contain the
momentary fear making my eyes grow wide and his smile returned laced with
sadism.� �Does it feel like your futile
struggles have failed to arouse me tonight?�

I could tell already that the
erection pressed insistently to my rear was extremely large, probably more than
proportionate to this man now leering atop me but Ivan didn�t leave me to
ponder his privates for long.� The
Russian shed his outer coat without preamble and soon I could hear the whisper
of a zipper being unfastened somewhere near the base of the bed.� I didn�t raise my head to watch him.� I didn�t want to see though I could feel a
slight dip in the mattress as the older man pulled away for only a moment
before returning to his position between my legs, this time in the nude.

His cock was warm and heavy as it pressed
insistently against my own and even without looking I could confirm it was
easily the thickness of Honda�s wrist.� I
wasn�t fool enough to uselessly mourn the prospect of my death from being
fucked by a member so large but I didn�t relish the thought either as Ivan�s
body, all pale flesh stretched taut over steely muscles pressed atop my
own.� The Russian�s hands began to caress
my stomach, my hips and chest all while his mouth explored the pert pink of my
nipples, the hidden flesh behind my ear and even the soft curve of my inner
elbows looking for a weakness.

�Russian.� I�a..ah!�� The quivering gasp that my words had devolved
into made me inwardly curse but the bastard had finally found the sensitive dip
of my collar and in that moment even if I hadn�t spoken my pleasure Ivan surely
noticed the sudden twitch of my cock from where it was pressed tightly to his
own.� I could feel his grin widen though
I missed his smug expression as the larger man lingered in the juncture of my
shoulder and throat, nipping, sucking and effectively making love to my sweet
spot.

�Nnn�� Do you like this, Ludwig?�

�Geh zur H�lle.�

�Pardon?�

�� Go to hell.�

Ivan grinned at the curse but only paused his ministrations on my collar to shift to the other
side and repeat the same sweet torture.

�That�s not very polite.� You are the one receiving �all- of the
pleasure after all.� So
sensitive here, hm?�� I tried not to allow my body to betray me but
my bare foot was pressing now against his left leg and I knew that Ivan could
feel how tightly my toes were curled just then.�
�I�d bet that if I kept doing this I could convince you to do anything
for me in return.� Would you suck me if I
asked you to?�

I growled and strained against the
strong leather binding my wrists.

�I�d bite it off.�

�Mm..� I believe that is a promise even a stubborn German
could keep.� Listen closely now, Ludwig,
as I won�t repeat myself.�� Ivan�s lips
left my collar to sit back and regard me fully again.� �I am going to bury myself inside you whether
you consent to it or not.� I am fully
aware of my size and I know that you are not made to take one such as me, sweet
German.�� His fingers stroked my jaw gently
with a lover�s touch even as my glare turned to poison.� �Tell me where I might find suitable oil to
ease my entry and I will take the time to prepare you, my friend.�

�You�re not my friend, Russian.�

He didn�t speak right away as if
giving me time to rethink my next retort and instead carefully consider the
dilemma at hand.� It didn�t take more
than a cursory glance down below the older man�s waist and a quick calculation
of my own ability to stretch for me to realize it wouldn�t kill me to take him
dry but I would absolutely sustain permanent damage from doing so.� Whether said damage would cripple me enough
to warrant abandoning my militaristic lifestyle forever I couldn�t determine
offhand.

Ivan remained patient with me as I
rolled the possibilities over in my head, his lips idly kissing and caressing
the sensitive flesh beneath my jaw.� His
mouth again found my sweet spot and I clenched my teeth while gritting out a
mumbled response.

�� Hmm?�

�� Drawer,
damn it!�� My cheeks flushed a few
shades shy of scarlet but Ivan�s expression remained steady so as not to poke
fun at my reluctant compliance.

The Russian shifted from my body temporarily
to open the drawer on my bedside table and fish around for a moment before
producing a small jar of the clear and odorless lubricant that I often used to
repair a squeaky clock mechanism.� Lubricant
was one thing that I did have on hand thankfully given my latest profession and
it wasn�t nearly as caustic as the grease used on a rifle.� Even so, watching the older man dip his
fingers in the slick liquid to coat them liberally was a harsh reality to
accept moments before Ivan shifted forward and his hand disappeared below my
waist.

My body tensed on its own volition
as a single large finger rubbed slowly but firmly along the crease of my ass,
lubricating while exploring the new territory until the Russian found my
entrance and with a quirked smile pressed inside my body.� Although the sensation was foreign to me it
wasn�t exactly painful though my breath hitched for a moment and I clenched
unconsciously around the invading digit while forcing my eyes shut so as not to
watch him violate me.� The hand inside me
stilled but I could feel Ivan shift slightly on the bed a moment before my
spine arched sharply and a gasp ripped itself from my throat.

�Did you enjoy that, Ludwig?�

Gently he blew chilled air on my
quivering erection to quickly cool the flesh that the Russian had warmed
unexpectedly with his tongue seconds before.�
I refused to answer his question, turning my head away in denial though
the effort to avoid seeing him despoil my body was useless as my eyes remained
clenched shut still.� It was childish of
me, I knew, but to watch Ivan lower his head again and close my cock in a
sinful heat would be to admit to myself that this was more than just a confused
nightmare.

He swallowed my cock easily to the
root after concluding his idle explorations into hot and cold play, only
further betraying that this man was not a stranger to the male form and was
certainly familiar with pleasuring the dominant sex.� The velvety heat that now surrounded me was
hot and heavy like liquid fire and as my breathing grew more ragged I had the
distinct sensation of being drowned in warm silk.

Only when he pulled away and the
mattress shifted slightly again did my eyes blink open anticipating the worst
but instead catching a brief glimpse of red fabric before my vision was taken
from me without warning. �The Russian
fastened his handkerchief firmly behind my head and though I had closed my eyes
willingly moments before this forced blindness left me disoriented and angrily jerking
against the leather restraints once again.

�Russian!� You- ..Ungh!�

�Shh..�

In my blinded state Ivan had
returned to the sweet spot at my collarbone to soothe me with kisses and soft
suckling as this time two fingers were inserted into my body stroking me from
the inside.� Any discomfort from the
increased invasion was forgotten as the larger man kissed his way down the
length of my body and again took my erection between his lips.� The third finger came much faster than the
second and a fourth followed it only moments later wringing a grunt from deep
in my chest.� He was losing his patience
with me but not out of anger this time.�
I could almost feel the sexual need rolling off of Ivan�s powerful frame
manifesting itself as a tangible aura now filling the entire room and
suffocating me in its wake.

�Ludwig,� his voice was husky and
now deeper with need as his lips left my erection in favor of shifting atop me
again and speaking into the sensitive dip at my collar, �forgive me for rushing
this so soon, my friend, but you have no idea how delicious you look right
now.� Tempting me to invade you so sweetly��

His words set my pulse to pounding mostly
due to the involuntary blindness.� It was
unsettling being unable to see what was coming and rely exclusively on flesh
and sensation as the large Russian spread my thighs wider to accommodate his
broad hips before he mounted me.� Any
protest died on my lips as mingled hate, unease and even fear now gripped me in
a cocktail of emotion while Ivan�s oiled member began prodding at my backside.

�Relax, sweet German..�

Such advice fell on deaf ears as my
body instinctively clamped shut and yet failing to prevent the Russian from
pushing deep inside me without restraint.�
Inch after inch of steely flesh forced its way inside my body until Ivan
bottomed out and offered a throaty groan into my neck before sighing.� Truthfully it wasn�t nearly as bad as I had
anticipated until Ivan mumbled between kisses pressed into my throat:

�We will have to get creative,
Ludwig.� I�m only halfway in.�

My heart momentarily stopped beating
at his words.� No wonder it wasn�t
complete torture!� The Soviet evidently
intended to sheath his immense cock fully inside me but protests would hold no
value to Ivan and I could feel his powerful arms move beneath each of my knees
in turn creating leverage as he raised my hips off of the bed.� Somehow the revised position opened the way to
an additional three inches of my innermost flesh and I choked back a groan as
Ivan forged ahead even deeper inside of me.

This was torture even to a
battle-hardened soldier.� I had seen my
comrades die from dismemberment after treading on a misplaced land mine.� I was witness to rape and murder as everyday
occurrences in the Great War.� I had
pulled shrapnel from my own shoulder and dressed the wound myself after an
armored vehicle exploded not five yards from where I stood and yet Ivan�s
forced conquest of my body was the most mind-numbing experience that I had
suffered to date.

The Russian pressed onwards a few more
times, testing how deeply he could go in this position before I heard him grunt
and suddenly my hips and most of my back was raised off of the mattress, Ivan�s
hands supporting my spine as both knees were hoisted over his shoulders.� I couldn�t see him or free my hands to
escape, I could only remain helplessly aware as the remainder of his cock slid
into my body inch by painful inch pushing him farther into my ass than I even
thought was possible.� I had felt his
size when Ivan first began to tease me but never had I imagined that the older
man intended to force the entire length of it into my smaller frame.

�Mm.� You are wonderful, German.� No man has ever managed to sheath me fully
before.� Are you proud of your
accomplishment tonight?�� I was suddenly
grateful for the blindfold in that I couldn�t see the smug smile on his face
though sarcasm masked in sweetness dripped like tainted honey from Ivan�s words
as he kissed my throat and collar again.�
�No, I suppose you must hate me right now.� I will be proud of you for the both of us,
Ludwig.�

The first withdrawal and subsequent
thrust was like being bayoneted through the gut.� In that single moment Ivan provided me with
much needed relief as he removed himself almost completely before his wide hips
snapped forward and filled my smaller body to the point that the very air in my
lungs was stolen away.� I hated him for
exposing my weakness but I refused to cry out or beg for his mercy as the
Russian began an unyielding litany of thrusts into my prone body causing me to
quake unconsciously with each jarring push deep inside.� I could see nothing with the blindfold, hear
nothing over the rush of blood pounding through my ears, but the muting of all
other senses only seemed to heighten my keen awareness of the pain and
helplessness now washing over me between waves of hatred for this man violating
me so completely.� I could do nothing but
endure.

Something in my expression must
have triggered a response in Ivan since the Russian paused once buried to the
root inside of me and took a moment to kiss and suckle at my sensitive throat
and collar.� My body twitched in response,
confused by the mingled pain and pleasure churning in my veins then finally
boiling over as Ivan gripped my half erection in the same moment as he bit down
on my sweet spot.� Pain.� Pleasure.�
It was all the same sensation to me now and a choked whimper fled the
confines of my chest before I could hold it at bay.

The older man purred in response
and again his hips began thrusting firmly against the back of my thighs in an
effort to drive himself deeper and claim the fleshy
insides of my most private orifice for Russia
alone.� One particularly jarring thrust
wrung another muffled sound of pained discomfort from my throat and this time
Ivan actually growled and sped his pace as if trying with every fiber of his
being to wring a similar note from me.� I
bit my lip to keep him unsatisfied and when the Soviet slowed his pace and
finally paused deep inside of my body a flicker of hope washed over me that perhaps
this man had grown tired of my stubbornness.

�Ludwig..�

I didn�t speak his name or even
acknowledge that I heard him.� The
Russian sighed as he withdrew from my body completely but not out of
frustration.� Though sore and thoroughly
fucked, I could still feel a trace of telltale moisture lingering in the cleft
of my ass before it trickled over and dampened my sheets with the Russian�s
seed.� The bastard didn�t even have the
common decency to pull out before his release.

Ivan seemed overly pleased with himself,
so much so that the larger man left my knees draped over his shoulders as he
continued kissing a path down my chest and abdomen.� Although I loathed the thought of his lips
upon my body I couldn�t help the shaky gasp that escaped me yet again when my
erection was swallowed without preamble and Ivan�s tongue and lips quickly
worked me to a heated frenzy of need.� I
stubbornly denied him my orgasm even given his best efforts until three large
fingers slid inside my still-stretched entrance pressing Ivan�s cum even deeper
into my body and rubbing me from the inside in ways that the devil himself would
be reluctant to witness.� I came in a fit
of pleasure and shame and yet he refrained from teasing me.� The larger man seemed preoccupied for now
with swallowing my offered seed without pause or any apparent difficulty before
he affectionately kissed my thigh.

�I apologize if I caused you
unnecessary pain tonight.�

Although I could tell that Ivan
spoke with sincerity his words still rung like a mockery in my ears.� I could feel his body shift atop mine again,
his hands caressing my cheeks tenderly while Ivan continued to kiss at my
exposed throat and jaw as the blindfold was finally unfastened.� My eyes opened to settle upon his large frame
perched dominantly atop mine.� He was
smiling at me.� Still that Soviet bastard
had the nerve to smile�

I growled and instantly my leg
moved of its own accord, violently kicking the Russian squarely in the chest as
justice for all the crimes that he had committed against me that evening.� Any normal man would be suffering multiple
broken ribs and be doubled over in pain from the force of my strike but Ivan
didn�t even flinch despite the fact that his smile regained a touch of malice.� Calmly he rose from the bed to dig through
the pockets on his discarded overcoat but returned moments later with a heavy
metal faucet pipe clenched menacingly in his hand.

�Did you know there are four major bones
in the human leg, Ludwig?� If my hand
should slip��

The Russian suddenly relaxed his
wrist allowing the weight of the cast-iron pipe to fall precariously close to
my exposed kneecap on the bed.� He seemed
to enjoy the way that my leg twitched fully expecting the metal to connect and
shatter the fragile bones, and though I cursed his sadistic mind games I
swallowed and willed my rapid pulse to slow so as not to give him the
satisfaction of seeing fear in my eyes.�
Every movement Ivan made was an effort to get a rise out of me and
though my heart continued pounding in my chest I didn�t flinch this time as the
Soviet again gripped the pipe firmly and pressed the cool metal to the back of
my knee before moving it teasingly up my inner thigh.

�Which leg would you like to keep
intact?� Do you prefer your left or is it
the right that you favor more?�

��You�re sick.�

�Mm..� I suppose so.�
I really don�t think you would be quite as beautiful to me with mangled
legs though, Ludwig.� It would be cruel
of you to make me keep my promise to break them.�

I stared at him in disbelief but
Ivan seemed to find my expression amusing or at least endearing since the
larger man just smiled again and climbed atop my prone body to suck yet another
possessive mark into my throat.� Sucking
became kissing the higher he went� and
though Ivan pressed his lips to my jaw and chin I turned my head away before he
could hold my lips captive as appeared to be his ultimate intent.� The Russian didn�t chastise me for avoiding
his advances but the wordless threat of cast-iron now pressing menacingly
against the base of my cock was significantly more effective than his verbal
teases.� I grit my teeth in anger but
obediently turned my head back to regard him fully as I spoke.

�I hate you.� I pity most of my enemies but you I genuinely
hate, Russian.�

�Hate me passionately then, Ludwig.�

Ivan barely offered me a chance to
breathe before the older man kissed me with unbridled need to counter the hate
pouring off of my body in nearly tangible waves.� Biting him would have been justified but at
the moment the necessary preservation of my kneecaps gave me reason to rethink
such a violent protest to his advances.�
His kiss was far from gentle however and as my loathing of him mounted I
surged forward and angrily met his mouth with mine, sacrificing my own lips for
the sake of bruising and drawing blood from his.

Ivan grunted appreciatively into
our kiss.� Apparently he took my
aggression as willingness and this time the Russian�s fingers wandered above
our heads to tangle into mine suddenly as if holding me down by his own brute
force instead of simply allowing the leather belt binding me to do all the
work.� It was a gamble for Ivan but my
passionate response to his breathless kisses, our mingled gasps between rounds
as each of us vied to steal the air from the other�s lips, everything culminated
with Ivan suddenly releasing my hands from the restraints and using only his
muscled arms and fingers laced in my own to hold me prone beneath him on the
bed.

It was the opportunity that I had
been patiently waiting for, and though the Soviet continued to press his weight
upon me and force my lips to his I suddenly threw all of my dormant strength
into a violent struggle against the larger man.�
I lamented that I was still unable to budge him and though he held me
for a few moments, chuckling as if amused, eventually Ivan relented and
permitted me to shove him away and finally escape his intimate embrace.

�Don�t ever touch me again.�

�I take it you�re not a cuddler.�

I growled threateningly at him but
felt some satisfaction when throwing the Russian�s heavy coat directly at his
face and covering that smug smile if only for a moment.� Internally I was seething as we both dressed
in silence.� My fingers actually shook on
the buttons of my shirt, but at this point I didn�t even care that my usually
immaculate slacks were wrinkled and my socks had gone missing sometime in the
night.� Hate consumed me and though I
didn�t want to give Ivan the satisfaction of pushing my anger over the edge I
spoke low and threateningly as my eyes remained trained on fastening those damn
buttons.

�Death is not punishment enough for
what you�ve done to me, Russian.�

�Death is a brief respite between
this life and the next, sweet German.�
The true punishment is to let me live when I cannot have that which I
desire the most��

I felt his breath on the back of my
neck before I could take note that the Soviet had closed the distance between
us and stood behind me now, his large palms caressing my hips while the older
man bent to kiss the warm flesh of my neck affectionately.� In that moment I lost myself and was
unconscious of anything but the primal rage flaring up in my chest and
consuming every fiber of my being leaving nothing but a cocktail of hate and
homicidal desires.� By the time I
regained my senses I could only blink in surprise at seeing Ivan leaning
against the wall before me, licking his newly split lip to remove a trace of
blood from his bruised flesh.� His smile held
a twinge of malicious humor at being struck by me but Ivan never faltered even
as the flesh of his jaw where my fist had connected moments before turned red
and began to bruise.

�You are lucky, Ludwig, that I do
not relish inflicting harm upon my fellow nations once they have become my precious
pets.�

�I really am going to kill you.�

�Your words wound my pride,
German.�� Ivan�s smile quirked though
pressing his handkerchief to his lips and offering a mock kiss to the fabric
leaving a small blood stain which went ignored.�
�It smells of you still.� I shall
keep it as a memento of what we shared tonight.�
A memento of me however, that is a far more difficult gift to bestow but
I know of your needs and hidden desires.�
I shall grant you weaponry to help aid you in your next military
endeavor as a token of my affection for you, Ludwig.� If, of course,� he grinned, �you offer me
your solemn oath not to use it within my borders.�

�Get the hell out, Russian.�

�You refuse my gift?�

I purposely ignored his question,
rubbing gingerly at my bruised wrists as I refastened my belt in the dimly-lit
room.� Ivan�s rape tonight was an insult
to all of Germany
but though my eyes drifted to where an old Model 1907 Dreyse
pistol remained hidden beneath my mattress I buttoned my shirt cuffs without
preamble and spoke low with an air of chilly finality.

�..I swear it.� Now leave.�

He was upon me before I could
fasten the last button, pulling me to his chest and trapping my arms against
his bulk while he kissed me with ferocious passion.� Firm lips on mine, his hand in the center of
my back and the forcefulness of his embrace left my head spinning as Ivan
pulled away seconds later with a smile.

�I will remember you, Ludwig.�

Before I could regain my composure
and strike him again the tall Russian departed my chambers for the last time
leaving me dazed and a bit confused while licking a trace of his blood from my
lower lip.� I didn�t go after him,
instead opting to stand before my bedroom window and watch for his exit below.� Even after our evening of exchanged blood and
fluids I needed to ensure that he did indeed leave my lands.� Ivan was, after all, still a dangerous enemy.

Behind me familiar footfalls, soft
and fearful like a kitten�s crept forward unaware that I had heard his approach
since before Feliciano even set foot in the room.� He swallowed past his nervousness and stood
beside me though hunched a bit to make himself appear smaller and less
aggressive-looking while his feet remained a half pace behind where I stood at
the window.

I hated him.� His weakness, his fear and though my body ached
from Ivan�s brutal sex the discomfort was now a lingering reminder that men
like him still existed in this world.� I secretly
yearned for his touches, his body atop mine once again and in that moment my
resentment left Feliciano to focus in on a more deserving target.

I loathed myself.

�Is Russia
coming to stay with us?�

The innocent question caught me off
guard and I blinked wordlessly for a moment at the small Italian beside
me.� His smile was forced when looking up
at me with feigned happiness.� Had I done
this to him?� When was the last time I
had seen him genuinely smile?� I couldn�t
recall.

�Will�Will he be staying with us
now?� With you, me and Kiku?� I heard
you�uh�talking..late last
night..�

�Talking�.� Even the pasta-loving fool wasn�t that stupid
but the slightly forlorn note in his voice didn�t escape me as we watched the
sun begin its daily birth as a faint ribbon upon the mountains in the distance.

�He�s not coming back.�

�He�s not?� But I thought that you-..Oh!�� Feliciano wisely caught himself mid-sentence
this time before I had to scold him for thinking with his mouth open.� The news didn�t seem to be a disappointment
to my young charge though and I couldn�t help but wonder if perhaps the Italian
was happier to remain somewhat weaker as long as Ivan no longer visited my
private bed chamber.

�I um..thought maybe..he promised you an alliance.�

�He promised me war.�

�What?� That�s horrible!� Maybe he�ll change his mind?�

Feliciano�s naivet� was such a
stark contrast to my own pessimism when it came to battle.� My words left no room to be optimistic that
Russia would find it in the frozen wasteland of his heart to ally with us.

�He�s not a man to make promises
unless they suit him.� We�re getting
weapons to fight his allies in exchange for my oath not to use them within his
borders.�

�He made you promise not to attack
him?� But that�s playing both sides!�

�It is,� I agreed.� �Luckily I�m not a man that keeps his
promises.�

Over the hillside a Russian caravan
of canons and heavy artillery rolled promisingly towards our military stores.� Ivan must have ordered them the night before
in anticipation of what was to come from our evening together. �The vehicles rolled forward like a beacon on
the horizon- a stark contrast of metal and engine grease now breaking the crimson
tides of early dawn just sipping at the mountains in the distance.

�It�s the dawn of a new era for us,
Feliciano.�

He smiled.

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