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Winter White Ribbons	By : ArcadiaEclipse Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 3324 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings: Yaoi (RussiaxAmerica), violence, extreme angst, drug use, language, and explicit sexual depictions ahead. This fanfic is intended for adult readers only.

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Chapter Two

By ArcadiaEclipse

Two weeks and more than fifty syringes later I was really strung out and losing my mind. Somehow as the hours became days miserably ticking away Ivan had transformed from the man that I hated like no other into a veritable angel bearing the drugs that would ease my incessant cravings each day. Today as I tied off my arm with one of the laces from my discarded boot, I reached out to grab the hem of Ivan’s slacks before the Russian could leave me again.

“Ivan? He stopped to watch me uncap the syringe with my teeth and force the tip into my vein, sighing as my shaking slowly ebbed in the wake of my latest hit. “Ivan, you love me, don’t you?”

“Da, I do.”

“Would you stay here with me and just..I dunno…talk or something? Or just come by later when you’re not so busy or…” Fuck, I really did sound desperate.

“I am sorry. There are other matters that need my attention as well, sweet American.”

“Would you sleep with me, Ivan? Tonight?”

The Russian had started to free himself from my grip on his pants but my final plea apparently gave him pause. In retrospect I probably should have clarified for him that I was just lonely and lately it got unbearably cold at night, but I had his attention now and, heaven help me, I really was going crazy with drugs and desperation.

“Please, Ivan?” My fingers left his slacks to instead wrap my arms around his leg in a gentle, needy hug while I nuzzled my cheek into his crotch on purpose. I wasn’t in control of my actions any more and I really didn’t give a damn. “Or could you send someone else to keep me company?” Ivan’s knuckles cracked audibly as his hands clenched into fists. Addicted or not, I was still more than capable of manipulating the Russian with my words evidently, but I shot him a sly grin anyway for good measure. “Could you send me a boy? A cute one?”

                “I will come back tonight.”

                Bingo.

                I could barely contain my smirk when Ivan yielded to my request when faced with allowing someone else to keep me occupied, and although we exchanged no other words I was feeling triumphant that I had bested my rival for at least this portion of the game. He left me in silence for now but the drugs in my veins coupled with my smug sense of satisfaction had me grinning triumphantly as I sprawled out on the tile floor and allowed the pain and trembling to leave my body courtesy of a blissfully drug-induced euphoria.

                By the time that Ivan returned, I had come down from my morning high and convinced myself that the older man was only pretending to humor me out of spite but really had no intention of coming to visit me at all. My surprise at seeing the Russian again was probably evident on my face since the larger man quirked an eyebrow at me in question then proceeded to toss a warm, wet towel into my face.

                “What’s this for?”

                “Love you though I do, Alfred, your smell is starting to bother me.”

                “What, you want me to take a fucking shower in the toilet? Next time pick a bathroom with a bath when you decide to imprison someone!”

                I scowled at him the whole time while I undressed, but truthfully the warm towel felt heavenly on my skin and I was grateful that Ivan saw fit to bring it with him. My hair remained oily unfortunately even after I scrubbed my scalp in earnest, but at least I felt a million times better even as I found myself wishing that he had brought a change of clothes for me. It was almost an injustice having to tug my soiled clothes back on after cleaning my body.

                “Much better.”

                I snorted.

                “Glad I meet with your approval, now.”

                “You were much sweeter this morning, you know.”

                “Of course I was. I was also really fucking high.”

                “Did you want me to leave?”

                It was extremely annoying that Ivan knew just the right buttons to press with me to get his way. Still grumbling, I lay upon the tile floor and was rewarded as the larger man laid beside me, first placing one folded blanket beneath our heads then spreading another over both of our bodies.

                “High or not, I liked you sweet, Alfred.

                “You just liked my head in your crotch.”

                “I’ll admit that you did make it rather hard to concentrate on work today.”

                Maybe it was the casual tone behind what should be an intimate discussion, but with my head pillowed beside his on the blanket it almost felt like we were lovers sharing a post-coital conversation. The mounting silence between us after Ivan spoke was beginning to weigh on me however, and although a brief glance at Ivan’s watch told me that it was past midnight, I wasn’t a bit tired and I could not resist the urge to scratch intently at the track marks on my inner arm. My idle movements seemed to draw Ivan’s attention downwards and he watched me fidget in silence.

                “So…uh…I guess you’re kinda pissed off at me now, huh?”

                “Hm? Why is that?”

                “I kinda, sorta implied I wanted you here so we could have sex tonight, but…honestly, it’s just really fucking cold having to sleep here all alone.”

                “I see.” Ivan was rather adept at keeping any hint of anger or disappointment out of his voice, but I knew that he must be at least a little irritated with me now though his tone remained soft and masked his true emotions. “Do you know how soldiers from my homeland keep warm on bitter cold evenings, Alfred?”

                “….Fucking?”

                He chuckled but nodded to confirm my suspicions.

                “There is that, yes. Vodka helps as well with both warmth and also lowering any lingering inhibitions that a soldier may have towards taking a man into his bed.”

                “So the whole frickin’ Russian army is gay? Go figure.”

                “Not gay, no. We are simply opportunistic and sensible when it comes to staving off the icy chill once General Winter sets his sights upon our battlegrounds. Even the most heterosexual of soldiers finds it difficult to turn down the freely offered hand of his compatriot when firewood and blankets are scarce and the budding heat in his loins might spread and warm his entire body given ample time.”

                “So the straight guys get hand jobs?”

                “Or fellatio. Some men rather enjoy penetrating their comrades as well. It isn’t really a question of sexuality so much as what each man personally enjoys.”

                “Do you enjoy being fucked?”

                “I wouldn’t know, to be honest. I am a submissive partner to neither men nor women.”

                “Yeah, well, me neither.”

                The knowing smile slowly sneaking across his lips was infuriating to me, but there was really no point in lashing out at him even as Ivan wordlessly questioned my manhood with that singular expression. I might prefer men over women, but I had absolutely no intention to be the submissive partner in a homosexual relationship, nor did I intend to let the Russian know that I enjoyed the company of men. Instead I just scoffed at him.

                “You’re such a faggot, Russian. It’s disgusting.”

                “Condoms are rather helpful with keeping things cleanly, you know.”

                “That’s not what I mean!”

                “I know.” He never provided me with a means of escape, nor even a warning before the older blonde rolled suddenly and pinned my body beneath his on the tile floor. “And I prefer to cum inside of my partners anyway; to claim them, if you will. Condoms do not exactly allow for that.”

                “Of course not! That’s the whole point of using a condom!”

                My words went completely ignored, but at least when Ivan unzipped my pants it was only to draw out my cock and quickly fist it to hardness. There was no holding back the low, needy groans rumbling through my chest and making the air between us thick with sexual tension. Both of my hands shook in trying to push the larger man off of my prone body, but drug use coupled with weeks of eating very little of the unfamiliar Russian cuisine that Ivan provided me with day after day had taken their toll on my body and I was unable to budge him in the least. Panic washed over me in a potent rush of fear and anticipation of the worst, but the older man just pressed a soft kiss first to my collarbone then slowly trailing more kisses lower beneath the blanket.

                It was erotic in a way being unable to watch his movements under the blanket but Ivan’s lips found my erection and without preamble he swallowed me to the base in a single motion. There was definite experience behind each and every stroke of his tongue, and the calculated pressure of his lips wrapped around my shaft quickly catapulted my body closer to the point of no return. I refused to fluff the Russian’s considerable ego however, and rather than admit to the older man that I enjoyed it, I bit back my moans and clenched my hands into fists on the blanket beneath my head.

                My stubborn streak was unfortunately outmatched by my teenaged libido and after another five minutes of his sweet torture my body was arching up into his mouth each time that Ivan pulled his head away slightly. I hated that he controlled me so easily with drugs and pleasures of the flesh, and consequently my orgasm both relieved and infuriated me at the same time. Thoroughly spent and a little ticked off, my softening cock twitched unconsciously while the Russian licked it clean then proceeded to climb up the length of my body to draw me into a lover’s embrace.

                “I am going to miss you, Alfred. I do hope that you might find it in your heart to come visit me on occasion if you are not too terribly busy.” My confusion must have been painfully obvious on my face since Ivan smiled for me and took my hand to gently press a searing kiss over the track marks on my inner elbow. “Three more days, correct?”

                Funny. I had almost forgotten that there was an incentive to my daily drug use and my freedom was still available as the grand prize should I win the Russian’s game. His visits, the syringes of cocaine, my bathroom prison, everything had become rather routine weeks after my initial capture. Three more days and I would be free of it all.

                “I think visiting you would be a crazy, foolish thing to do.”

                “…Is that a ‘no’ then?”

                “You must think I’m an idiot.”

                He smiled but I never received a response before drifting off to sleep in his arms. I was much warmer now with him wrapped around me while I slumbered, and although thoughts of him fueled my nightmares more often than not these days, somehow having him beside me seemed to stave off my bad dreams tonight.

                The next three days played out per our standard ritual. Ivan spoke very little to me and only visited in the early morning to give me that day’s allotment of cocaine-filled syringes before disappearing again to take care of whatever else occupied his time without me. On the fourth day I mumbled my customary greeting to him but my shaking hand encountered nothing but cold, smooth tiles when I reached for the syringes that he always set beside me whilst I slept.

“Ivan..” My fingers left the barren floor to itch unconsciously at the track marks on my inner arm as I sat upright and regarded the older man, “I..didn’t get any today..”

He smiled and rose from his chair in the corner to approach my prone body and sit beside me on the floor. Although Ivan saw fit to stroke my hair fondly, the motion did little to set my trembling body at ease. I needed my morning fix.

“Yes, I know.   I promised that I would set you free if you played my game through to the end, and you have used all of the cocaine that I required you to use, Alfred. You are free to go.”

Without additional overture, the Russian’s hand shifted under the hem of my pants and finally unlocked the shackle that had bound me to the bathroom wall for four grueling weeks now. It was strange, this freedom, and though I stood slowly and looked towards the door the horrible itching in my arm refused to relent and I found myself licking my chapped lips and regarding Ivan as the older man also rose from the floor to stand beside me. There was a hint of a secretive, somewhat knowing smile on his lips that I just couldn’t comprehend.

“I…Ivan? Do you...um…have any more cocaine?”

“I do.”

My hand shook a little more and I noticed that my arm had started to bleed a little from the roughness of my unkempt nails raking over the puncture marks on my inner elbow. Already my heart was speeding slightly at the prospect of more.

“Can I have some? Just a little bit…to take the edge of while I quit...”

“It is rather expensive, Alfred. How do you intend to pay me for it?”

Fuck, my body hurt so badly and now tears were beginning to prick my lashes and roll down over my cheeks to splatter on my soiled shirt. I couldn’t control anything anymore- this pain, the cravings, my complete and utter misery at this situation. It was all Ivan’s fault, and yet a drug-muddled part of my brain was unable to blame him for any of it. Not when he had what I desperately needed to alleviate all of my lingering pain and misery.

“I could send you money once I get home.”

“I don’t want your money, Alfred. I have enough of my own.”

“Dammit, Ivan! What do you want? My clothes, my body, my goddamned soul…what the hell do you want from me!”

His arms were much stronger that I had anticipated when Ivan wrapped them possessively around my waist and forcibly pulled me flush against his body from hip to shoulder in a lingering embrace. Pressed tightly to his powerful frame I could feel Ivan’s heart beating faster now against my own chest, and although the older man was a few inches taller than I was his half-hard member pressed suggestively into my hip confirming for me that whatever images were going through Ivan’s head after my suggested methods of payment the Russian was extremely turned on now.

“Sell me your body.”

I tensed in his arms but Ivan refused to let me pull away even just an inch. His voice remained husky and low as if the mere prospect of whoring myself to him turned the Russian on somehow. Leave it up to Ivan Braginski to have a prostitution fetish. Every fiber of my being told me that I should leave, but my body screamed that drugs and feeding my addiction was more important right now than my wavering pride.

“If I do…can I get a hit first?”

Seeing that I was willing to play this new game, Ivan actually smiled for me and pressed our lips together briefly while his hands set about removing his belt and then tightening it over my arm to locate a prominent vein. From his pocket came a loaded syringe and already my heart was beginning to thump from the sickening excitement flooding my senses even before Ivan eased the tip into my vein and expelled the drug into my system. It was like being wrapped in a warm cocoon of pleasure as my heart began racing and my breathing sped.

“You will get another if you please me, Alfred.”

I nodded in my haze but my arms were shaking in Ivan’s grip while he led me from the room and down the unfamiliar hallway to what appeared to be his private bed chamber. There was no pausing at the bed however, and I was summarily ushered into the large bathroom and stripped naked before Ivan bared his own flesh and turned the shower on hot enough to steam up the glass frame. He set my glasses aside then dragged us both under the water together, but his arms wrapped possessively around my waist holding me flush against his larger body.

It didn’t really surprise me that the Russian insisted on bathing me first. I had been living in the same pair of undershorts for four weeks now and probably smelled strongly of dried sweat and the oils manifesting in my hair while I remained captive. Actually, it was rather nice to feel the hot water rinse away the dirt and grime that clung to my flesh, and even Ivan’s hands rubbing shampoo through my hair provided the soothing sensation of a scalp massage.

After a few moments of rinsing my hair and body clean of soap, however, I found Ivan pushing me towards the wall beneath the warm spray until I was pressed from chest to cheek against the cool porcelain as he fumbled behind me.

“Ivan’t what’re you-“

“-Shh.”

“But…”

"I am going to sodomize you, American." His voice had tapered off to a throaty, almost threatening whisper into my ear but with a touch of lust while the larger man pinned me against the wall using his superior bulk. I wasn’t expecting that of all things and I gasped softly at his admission making Ivan smirk into my shoulder. “And that was just a test to confirm what I have always suspected about you, Alfred. You are a virgin to men, are you not?”

“For your information, I have been with two other men besides you, Russian!”

“But they never invaded you here,” Ivan’s fingers were slicked with something smooth and warm, and I just barely caught sight of a tube of lubricant being placed upon the soap dish before Ivan’s fingers brushed over the tight rosebud between the cheeks of my ass like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to touch me there. My body tensed as the first long finger pressed inside, but Ivan didn’t have any intention of stopping even after a second and third were carefully worked past my protesting entrance causing me to squirm.

“S..Stop!”

There was very little chance that he might suddenly have a change of heart and decide to comply with my request, but I was pleasantly surprised when the Russian’s fingers slowly withdrew from my body to rest docilely on my hip instead. Any relief that I felt in that moment was quickly washed away, however, when something slick and impossibly large bumped into my backside before trailing lightly against the crack of my ass. There was no way. Ivan would surely split me in two before the Russian managed to fit that inside of me.

I begged him not to invade me, but regardless of my reservations Ivan purposely turned a deaf ear on my pleas and instead tried to soothe my apprehension with sweet, searing kisses placed strategically on the sensitive flesh of my neck and shoulder. All the while, he continued palming my erection and spreading my cheeks to rub the wide head of his erection between. Words were useless with him apparently. In a fit of desperation, I arched my back to gain a precious inch of separation between us and pushed my own hand down behind me to grip his cock and still the horny Russian.

In that single moment my unease and frustration towards him erupted into all-out fear. My fingers were barely able to close over the circumference of his length and though I wasn’t seeking to arouse him further, my shaking hand brushed along his cock from base to tip in an unseeing effort to gauge his terrifying size. I had no doubt in my mind that he must be crazy to think that we could ever be lovers in this fashion. It was impossible. There was absolutely no way in the world would Ivan be able to fit that inside of me. And yet the Russian never conceded, spinning my body about so that my back was pressed to the wet tile and my legs were easily yanked upwards to wrap around his waist.

“You are such a tease, Alfred.”

“No! There’s no way it will-“

“It will fit. Trust me.”

                I was never given a chance to respond. Slowly Ivan eased his hips upwards, pressing his cock inch by inch into my protesting body, but with my legs wrapped securely around his waist and still trapped between the large Russian and the shower wall there was nowhere for me to go even if I did plot a daring escape from his continued invasion. Although my efforts proved futile, I stubbornly tried to keep my tears of mingled pain and frustration at bay lest Ivan realize how much discomfort he was inflicting upon me and take satisfaction from that knowledge. Ultimately, however, the tears prevailed, and I found myself crying profusely while digging my nails into Ivan’s shoulders and cursing the older man fluidly.

                It was all so frustratingly intimate yet I couldn’t help but focus on the pain from being impaled by the Russian’s impressive cock. Ivan seemed to be thoroughly enraptured with our sex, his strong hands gripping the undersides of my thighs to hold me prisoner against the cool tiles as the larger man continued thrusting upwards without mercy or pause into my trembling body. All of this amounted to little more than an unusually intimate torture, but although I grit my teeth and mentally cursed myself for the tears pouring profusely down my cheeks now there remained something minutely reassuring in the breathless manner in which Ivan whispered his love for me into the warm crook of my neck and shoulder.

                “Ivan, you’re hurting me…”

                His words of love ceased but so too did the Russian’s firm thrusts inside of me taper off until the taller blonde met my eyes with his own to perhaps gauge the pain that he was inflicting upon me. Slowly Ivan lowered me to stand shakily again on the shower floor but his hands were not idle, gently reaching up to brush away my tears then cup my cheek to press a lingering kiss on my lips in wordless apology.

                I didn’t expect him to be satisfied with just a kiss or caress however, and moments later the Russian was guiding me to turn my back to him before pressing me against the wall again. Even without facing him, the new position somehow retained the same intimacy as before once Ivan guided his eager erection back into the depths of my body again. This time, however, the Russian’s hand caressed my hip in tender reassurance before seeking out my cock and stroking the heated flesh in time to his own slow but steady thrusts.

                Whether the new position was truly less painful or my body had simply adjusted to being invaded, I found that Ivan’s movements no longer wrung unwilling tears from my eyes as the Russian pressed a series of small, searing kisses to the back of my neck and shoulders in between thrusts. I still found our sex to be uncomfortable, of course, but Ivan palmed my dick generously while taking pleasure of my body, and it was quickly becoming very difficult to focus on the negatives of being joined with him below the waist. It wasn’t long before I found myself arching and releasing my seed against the tile wall only to be washed away seconds later courtesy of the water spattering around us while we fucked.

                Ivan wasn’t a quick shot by any means, and I had the distinct impression that the Russian could easily have impaled me against the wall for another hour or more had I not been on the verge of collapse. Out of sympathy for me, he buried himself a few more times into the hot confines of my ass before deliberately pumping his own fluids as deeply into my body as his flesh could reach. I was panting, half-blind without my glasses and thoroughly fucked, but there was something nice about having a strong set of arms to keep me upright when my legs wanted nothing more than to abandon me on the shower floor.

                “Mm. That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

                “I think I’m bleeding.”

                “You were a lot less delicate during the Cold War, you know.” Ivan grinned and turned off the hot water before scooping my listless body up into his arms. “How do you intend to make it through our second and third rounds, sweet Alfred?”

                I couldn’t even fathom doing that again anytime soon, but even in this modern age Ivan didn’t seem prone to taking a democratic approach to getting what he wanted, and I found myself summarily deposited onto his bed with an armful of Russian male topping me not a second later. How Ivan could recover so quickly from his orgasm I didn’t know offhand, but our sex continued on and off for the remainder of the day then long into the darkness of nightfall before Ivan finally fell asleep satisfied.

It was nearly ten o’clockthe next morning before his eyes fluttered open again and regarded me as I sat cross-legged at the foot of his bed with the waistband of his bathrobe tied tightly around my arm while I loaded another syringe with precious cocaine. It hadn’t taken me long to find his stash, and as the drugs flowed though my veins again I couldn’t help but climb eagerly up the length of his body to press a grinning kiss onto his lips. Only when Ivan tried to move his hands up to cup my cheeks did the Russian seem to realize that I had tied him to the bed in his sleep, but the larger man just chuckled and quirked an eyebrow at me.

“Kinky.”

“Glad you like it.”

“What’s not to like?”

It was true that my body looked best when devoid of clothes as I was, and my nude body straddling his hips seemed to be incentive enough for Ivan to comply with me docilely for now.

“I’m reaaally fucking highh…”

“I can see that.”

“And I wanna play a new game.”

He licked his lips but I could see a fire sparking deep in his violet eyes.

“So what are the rules to your game, Alfred?”

“They’re really fucking simple. You love me, right Ivan?”

“Very much, da.”

“Well,” my eyes sparkled as I lay lightly atop him to rest my cheek on his shoulder, “for this game, you and me are gonna quit using cocaine. We’re gonna see who can kick the addiction first.”

I watched his grin fade to a curious expression that I couldn’t quite place. He had never regarded me with that look before, or at least I couldn’t remember ever being witness to it. Maybe it was a touch of apprehension or even a flicker of fear in his expression now as I grinned into his lips for another kiss. This one he refused to return, however.

“Alfred…I am not addicted to cocaine.”

“Oh, I know,” I laughed softly into his lips. I was positively giddy with my newly-realized control over Ivan who remained utterly powerless to stop me. “But you will be very, very soon…”

All of the color drained from his face but even Ivan Braginski was no match for the strong bonds that bound him to the steal frame of his bed as I soundly ignored his struggles and fluid curses spouted in my direction. The needle disappeared slowly into his vein, and as I expelled the drug into his system my smile broadened and Ivan’s groans grew louder. I could see his eyes widen, could feel his strong heart begin to speed out of control, and as I leaned in to lick a drop of sweat from his brow I purred.

“May the best player win, Russian.”

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