Dominant Nation

2

The pale moonlight reflected off of the thick layer of snow that covered almost everything in sight, making Ivan’s hair gleam like spun silver as he went up the walkway. The cottage seemed more like a small lodge; made entirely of wood, two stories high with an overhanging balcony and a wrap-around porch in front. Smoke was curling up from the chimney.

The walkway and steps had been shoveled and salted recently, the salt crunching beneath Ivan’s boots as he walked up to the porch steps, holding the handle of his suitcase a little tighter as he raised a hand and knocked on the door.

The door was promptly opened by Matthew, clad in white boxers with red maple leafs, thick white socks, and a red hoodie. “Hey…c’mon in,” he said by way of greeting, opening the door wider for Ivan to enter. “Just stick your boots there to dry, and I’ll grab your coat…”

Russia’s heart was racing in his chest, and he shrugged out of his overcoat, wearing plain black pants and a black button-down dress shirt underneath, his white scarf a striking contrast, but handsomely so.

When was it all going to start? What would happen?

“I was just about to put some white hot chocolate on, I’ll double up the portion,” Canada said cheerily, taking Ivan’s suitcase with surprising ease. “Have you eaten?”

“On the plane, yes,” Ivan replied.

“Ah, okay then. I’ll just pile up a bunch of maple cookies on a plate to go with the hot chocolate. C’mon, I’ll show you your room…”


Once Ivan was settled in and Canada had thrown together their late-evening snack, Matthew led him into the first floor rec room and sat down on the floor in front of the fireplace, leaning back against Kumajirou, who was sound asleep.

Still apprehensive, Ivan sat down, a warm mug of white hot chocolate with whipped cream on top held between both hands.

“So,” Matt began, sipping at his mug and munching on a cookie, “we should probably start with the basics…you’ve slept with a guy before, right?”

Russia nodded, an awkward expression on his face.

“Okay, good. And I’m guessing you’ve topped before.”

Another nod.

Matthew reached out and grabbed another cookie, then leaned back against Kumajirou again. “How about bottoming?”

“Not willingly,” Ivan muttered, looking down at his hot chocolate.

Canada was quiet for a long time, gazing into the fire. When he eventually spoke, his voice was soft. “Ivan…come lie down with me for a little while, okay?” Getting to his feet, Matt extended his free hand to the older nation, smiling reassuringly.

Looking up at Matthew tiredly, Ivan eventually set his mug aside and reached out to take the proffered hand, letting the young nation help him to his feet and lead him into a plainly furnished bedroom with a well-loved four poster bed.

Matt set his mug down on the bedside table and then flopped onto the bed, stretching out on the thick down coverlet and patting the spot next to him. The bedsprings creaked a little as Russia sat down on the edge, then stretched out as well, surprised that the bed was large enough to accommodate his height. He rested his head on the pillow, lying on his side facing Matthew but not looking at him.

Leaning his chin on his elbow as he gazed at the older nation, Canada reached out and ran his fingers through Russia’s hair. “You came to me in regards to a specific need,” he said calmly, stroking his hand down Ivan’s side, “and I promise, I’m going to take care of it. But in order for me to do that, I need you to trust me, and I can’t ask you to trust me unless I’m completely honest with you.”

Russia lifted his head and looked at him suspiciously. “Honest about what?”

Seeing the uneasiness in Braginski’s gaze, Matt took his hand and kissed it, then threaded their fingers together. “I think it would be a good idea for me to top you at least once before we get into the domination stuff.”

Ivan scowled, yanking his hand away and sitting up, turning his back to Matthew. “I don’t want your pity,” he growled.

“It’s not pity, Ivan. I’m being practical,” Canada replied calmly. “If the only sex I have with you is rough and domineering, then odds are good that you’ll just be comparing me to the ones who forced themselves on you the whole time. I don’t want that.” Sitting up, Canada moved over to kneel behind Russia on the bed, slipping his arms around Ivan’s middle. “I respect you, and I respect your feelings. To just tie you up and pound you through the mattress would be degrading to both of us if I haven’t shown you at least once that I genuinely care about you on an emotional and a physical level.”

Russia made a noise of frustration, rubbing his temples. “Why does it matter?!”

Matthew frowned, moving around to stand on the floor between Ivan’s feet, taking Russia’s face in his hands and forcing him to look him in the eye. “It matters because the only person I want you to be thinking about when I’m inside you is me.”

Ivan drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, his expression agitated. “Fine.”

Canada smiled in spite of himself. “You make it sound like I’ll be pulling teeth or something.”

Russia sighed, averting his gaze. “Just…stop wasting time and get this over with.”

Shaking his head fondly, Matthew smoothed his hands over Ivan’s chest, pressing a gentle kiss against the skin just beneath Russia’s earlobe. He began to unbutton Braginski’s shirt, nudging the older nation’s hands aside when Ivan moved to take off his scarf.

“No, no, leave it on,” Matthew said softly, spreading Russia’s shirt open, “I like it.”

Ivan blushed a little at that, not quite sure what to say; however, he was quickly distracted by Canada’s roaming hands.

“Wow, that long coat of yours hides a lot…” Matthew breathed against Russia’s ear, his hands smoothing over the nation’s broad shoulders, kneading the strong muscles there.

Russia grunted, fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt until the buttons finally came undone. By the time he was able to shrug out of the garment, Canada was already suckling on one nipple, pinching at the other and drawing a reluctant groan from Ivan’s throat.

Moving back, Canada tugged his red hoodie off over his head, tossing it aside, his boxers already tented by a prominent erection. Shoving Russia onto his back, Matt climbed on top of him and kissed him deeply, smoothing his hands over the nation’s broad chest and flicking the pads of his thumbs over Ivan’s nipples.

The large Russian jerked when his nipples were played with, grunting against Canada’s mouth, his brow furrowing a little. He’d thought those were only for torture…

Matthew eventually broke the kiss, panting softly as he plucked at the stiff buds on Ivan’s chest, fascinated by how strongly the larger nation was responding. “You like it here, eh?”

Ivan flushed a little, grumbling something and then turning his head.

Canada smirked. “What was that?”

“I said ‘yes’,” Ivan growled. “It feels good.”

“I’m glad,” Canada purred, reaching over to the night table and picking up his mug of hot chocolate. “This should feel awesome, then.” Taking a long sip, Matt held the liquid in his mouth for a good fifteen seconds before swallowing, then dipped his head and pressed his hot tongue against the sensitive bud, almost spilling his hot chocolate when Ivan bucked against him with a startled cry. He sat up again, licking his lips and barely managing to hold back a groan when he saw how Russia was clenching his eyes shut and biting one of his knuckles, quivering faintly. “Maple…you look so sexy right now, Ivan…”

Russia didn’t respond, winding his fist tighter into the coverlet. He started trembling when he heard the soft noise of Matthew sipping at his drink and then setting the mug down on the bedside table, biting into his knuckle as he waited. It felt as if an eternity had passed before he felt Matt enclose the other nipple in his heated mouth, and Ivan wrenched at the blanket, crying out a second time.

Matt licked his lips again, sitting up and brushing the pad of his thumb over the spot where his own boxers had been dampened with precome, reaching out and removing Ivan’s belt, tossing it aside and undoing the older nation’s pants. Hopping off of the bed, Matt tugged Russia’s pants down and off, then stepped out of his boxers, not bothering to take his socks off as he climbed back onto the mattress and moved up between Ivan’s legs.

“Hmm, I figured you were well-hung,” Canada said with a wry grin as he ran his hand up the thick length of Ivan’s shaft. “Very nice.”

Braginski said nothing, although his hips jerked into the touch, his eyes still closed.

Tilting his head slightly, Canada gave him another slow stroke. “Look at me,” he ordered softly, brushing the pad of his thumb over the moist tip of Ivan’s rod.

Ivan tensed, a little quiver running through him at the tone of the young nation’s voice. Gradually he opened his violet eyes, turning his head and meeting Canada’s intent gaze.

Pleased, Matthew stroked him again, his sapphire eyes momentarily flicking over to the mug on the bedside table, then back to Ivan’s face. “Would you like me to do that little trick with the hot chocolate again, here?” he asked with a coy smile, rubbing the head of Ivan’s shaft. When Russia nodded, Canada shook his head, grinning faintly. “Say it out loud, Ivan.”

“Yes,” Russia groaned.

Reaching out, Matthew picked up his mug, running his hand up Russia’s length again. “Not good enough,” he said flatly. “Say that you want my hot mouth on your cock.”

Ivan blinked at him, not sure if the young nation was serious. “What…?”

“You heard me. If you want it, say it.”

Making a noise of frustration, Russia bit his lower lip, clenching and unclenching his fists in the blanket. “I want it,” he mumbled, averting his gaze awkwardly.

Canada shook his head and set the mug down again. “Say ‘I want your hot mouth on my cock, Matthew’ or it doesn’t happen.”

Ivan gaped at him, his chest still rising and falling unevenly as he looked at the mug on the bedside table, then down at his erection, which Matt had just let go of. He did want to see what it felt like…but why should he have to say those exact words?! He didn’t have to do what anybody said. No nation commanded Russia.

Russia…

He hadn’t come here as Russia, though, had he? That was what Canada had said. To come to this place as Ivan…just Ivan.

“I…” he took a deep breath, a shiver coursing through his frame as he spoke. “I want your hot mouth on my cock, Matthew,” he said softly, grimacing and swallowing hard. “Please.”

Canada smiled, taking Ivan’s cock in hand and stroking it a few times. “You even said please. I think I’ll give you something a little extra for that.” Grabbing one of the pillows, Matt handed it to Russia and then reached out to pick up his mug of hot chocolate again. “Put that under your hips and then pull your knees back for me.”

Uneasiness was coursing through Ivan’s body; however, he took the pillow and did as Matt said, although he hesitated upon grabbing the backs of his knees, his cheeks flushing.

Matthew paused in the middle of bringing the mug to his lips, quirking a brow. “Don’t tell me you’re suddenly getting embarrassed?”

Russia averted his gaze, not knowing what to say, only knowing that he felt incredibly wary about putting himself in such a compromising position.

Canada sighed softly and lowered the mug. “Look at me, Ivan,” he said seriously, waiting until the older nation met his eyes before continuing. “You want me to dominate you, and part of that arrangement is surrendering, making yourself vulnerable, and exposing every inch of yourself to me.” Matthew slipped his free hand under Ivan’s sacs, pressing the pad of one finger against Russia’s opening. “Including this.”

Braginski’s fingers were digging into the backs of his knees as he listened guiltily, his cheeks flushed with shame as he started to pull his legs back. He clenched his eyes shut, his heart pounding as he revealed himself entirely to the other nation.

Matthew pressed a few kisses to the backs of Ivan’s thighs, then took a long sip of the hot chocolate, holding it in his mouth as he set the mug aside.

Russia cried out when Canada’s hot tongue pressed against his anus, shameful whimpers falling from his lips as he tossed his head, holding his knees back further in an unspoken plea for more…which was exactly what he received. The young nation’s hot tongue laved over his hole, up behind his sacs, up the length of his shaft and down again…by the time Matthew finally stopped, he was on the edge of coming, his purple eyes glassy as he looked down at Canada, panting harshly.

“W…why did you stop?”

Matthew set the mug aside. “Out of hot chocolate.”

Russia didn’t have a chance to respond before he was being deep-throated, a strangled cry escaping him before he could prevent it. “Ah, god!!”

Canada worked him with mouth and throat, refusing to pull off when the larger nation begged him to, not relenting until Russia pitched over the edge, pulling up at the last second to catch some of it in his mouth.

Ivan collapsed onto the bed, his gaze unfocused as he gasped for breath, the thin sheen of sweat on his chest glistening in the lamplight. He was dimly aware of Canada’s weight settling on top of him, and then the warmth and softness of Matthew’s lips against his own. He could taste himself on the young nation’s tongue…

When their lips finally parted, Ivan let out a shuddering breath, his brow furrowing slightly when he opened his mouth to ask a question and Matthew stopped him by resting a hand over his mouth.

“Shh…just relax and catch your breath for now, Ivan,” Canada said softly, kissing him on the forehead. “The night is still young.”