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Warnings: Yaoi (ChinaxRussia), angst, language, prostitution, exhibitionism, violence, minor character death and explicit sexual depictions ahead. This fanfic is intended for adult readers only.

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Chapter Two

By ArcadiaEclipse

I calmly stripped off my outer robes and undergarments, passing them to a young woman standing beside the bath with a basket of soiled clothes. She was my equal in this society and although my role was more politically driven than her lot in life she was no less valuable to my countrymen for her contribution as a washer of clothes. I smiled and nodded my thanks but her eyes and those around us all seemed to be focused on the tall Russian standing only a couple paces behind me in silence.

“Ivan,” I turned to regard him, completely unabashed even in the nude. “Do you intend to bathe with your clothes on?”

“I am not accustomed to such a public bathhouse, comrade.”

“You bathe with your soldiers on occasion, do you not?”

“That is different.”

My slow smile did not appear to reassure him, but as my hand moved to brush the laundry maid’s hair from her shoulder I could see a slight note of surprise in the Soviet’s eyes to see a wound now scarred over that could only have been created by a bullet.

“For a man so concerned with how my comrades will perceive him, you are the one who is unable to see the truth, Ivan. We are all soldiers here. Men and women, young and old- this is my army. Chin Xiaojie has fought and bled beside your men in battle at Kharkov and Kubansteppe. Each of us has seen our fair share of this war.”

My words appeared to help Ivan relax considerably and I watched as the tall man slowly undressed and passed his clothes to the woman with a soft nod of thanks.

“Your people have always been an asset to the Allies, Yao. I am not ashamed to stand before them as a fellow soldier, even in the nude.”

“I am glad. Perhaps you will remember this moment when Honda has betrayed you and driven straight through Mongolia into your soft belly.”

He chuckled at my bold words but moved beside me without hesitation to slowly sink into the hot bath together.

“It pains me that you would chide an injured man so cruelly.”

“Pardon the lack of formality, Ivan, but I fully intend to be the first in line to say ‘I told you so’.”

“Will you never forgive me for my peaceful arrangements with Japan, comrade? 1941 was a very confusing year for me.”

“Regardless of my own soured relationship with him, there is nothing that needs forgiving. We are all men that operate in the best interest of ourselves and our people.” I picked up a sponge from a tray set upon one side of the bath, dampening it and then pouring a bit of my favorite jasmine soap into my palm before rubbing the sponge liberally. Soon it frothed and scented the entire bath with delicate floral foam. “Kindly turn around so I can wash your back, comrade.”

Ivan’s flesh was pale and delicate-looking at first glance, but I could feel considerable strength beneath my fingertips as I ran the soapy sponge over the broad expanse of his shoulders and back. He was a very powerful man. Shame that his heart was unwilling to cooperate and let Ivan’s strength be an asset to his allies in battle. The Russian had so much more potential than his heart would permit him to realize.

Something about feeling that restrained power in front of me and beneath my palms provided all of the incentive in the world for me to suddenly mold my body against his back and press a small, searing kiss to Ivan’s neck just beneath his ear. Rather than melting into my touches the Soviet actually tensed at my gentle ministrations leading me to shift higher onto my knees and tip the younger man’s chin up to look at me. Did he still have reservations about being together?

“What’s wrong?”

He didn’t speak but I could see his violet eyes dart briefly to glance at the farmers, the laundry maids and metal smiths gathered in a veritable hoard around the bath where we both perched in the nude. He could claim to accept them as his fellow soldiers all he liked, but in that cursory glance I could see that their presence, their eyes upon our every move made him uncomfortable. Cute in a way that the great Ivan Braginski was so easily unbalanced in the face of exhibitionist sex.

“If you will calm your nerves, comrade,” softly I spoke into his ear but with a touch of heated passion, “you might find it rather exhilarating to make love so boldly in front of them. Think of them as trees or greenery if it helps alleviate your nervous disposition.”

Not that I expected my words would have much of an effect on Ivan’s mood, but I hoped that the Russian could quickly come to terms with such a public display of his sexuality once we started. My hands eagerly roamed across his ass and thighs while my mouth pressed into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, working the sensitive area with my teeth and lips until the younger man’s skin was left with a tiny bruise marking him for mine.

Beside the vials of scented soap was my favorite oil- a Moroccan blend of cassis cream and starflower extracts that would remain slick and effortlessly lubricate a person’s flesh even when submerged under water. Insistent though I was, I had no desire to bring harm to my new lover as I guided Ivan to lean against the side of the bath and spread his thighs wide enough to welcome my more narrow hips between them. Whether Ivan had ever played submissive to another man I could not be sure, but I had every intention of taking the necessary precautions to ensure that my new lover was lubricated and stretched carefully before taking him.

No protests left his lips as the blonde watched me dip my fingers into the fragrant oil then slowly slide my hand between his legs. My target was not his entrance, however, and the Russian’s lashes actually fluttered shut and a low, shaky breath emerged from his lips when my hand closed around his half-hard erection and began stroking gently at first. Ivan might have reservations about publicly engaging in sexual intercourse, but for now the younger man appeared willing to let himself go for the sake of pleasure. Even if he remained somewhat preoccupied over what my comrades must think of his submission, there was no room for lingering embarrassment as my hand tightened around his cock to stroke the Soviet in earnest while I spoke husky and low into his throat.

“You took your medicine, right?”

“Nnn…”

“Ivan,” my voice became stern in an instant, drawing the younger man’s lust-clouded gaze to meet my eyes, “I need to know if you are healthy enough for this.”

                “I have taken what your doctors left for me.”

                Slowly my glare softened and my lips even quirked into a soft smile before pressing gently to his. His response was good enough for my purposes and I had no intention of holding back now with the Russian spread open before me like an exotic flower just waiting to be plucked.

                Still stroking his flesh firmly, I took the time to oil my other hand liberally before reaching beneath the younger man’s balls and sliding two slender fingers deeply into his body below. Although Ivan’s back arched slightly, the Russian did not try to move away from my invasion or even protest my fingers slowly fondling his flesh from the inside. Perhaps he knew my intentions were noble and I only wanted to prepare him carefully before taking him. Few things had ever felt as hot and tight as Ivan’s body wrapped around my fingers, and although I wanted nothing more than to prolong the sensation my own erection was getting increasingly difficult to ignore.

                “Ivan, I don’t want to hurt you, but-“

                “-It’s okay. I am not easily broken.”

                He must have picked up on the husky notes of lust tainting my words, but I was thankful that the younger man recognized signs of the war that I was currently waging between my brain and body over whether to prepare Ivan fully for my invasion or simply give into my cock’s demands and fuck the Soviet without further preamble. I liked to think of myself as a considerate lover but there was a time and a place for everything. Now was not the moment to be dwelling extensively on Ivan’s comfort level; not when my erection ached and demanded something soft and warm to fuck.

                Once more my fingers left his flesh to dip into the vial and extract just enough of the slick oil to lubricate my cock. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no sign of apprehension or the desire to retract his agreement to be fucked, and although I paused for a moment with the tip of my erection pressed against his puckered entrance Ivan never asked me to stop or even slow my motions. Carefully I eased my hips forwards and buried my shaft into his body while muffling a low moan into the broad expanse of his chest. I was not a religious man but Ivan’s body certainly felt like Heaven to me.

Long had I sought relief and a respite of sorts after the lingering misery brought on by Western occupation followed shortly thereafter by the Long March forced upon me and my Communist brethren by those that would call themselves our ‘brothers’. Too many years did I forgo pleasures such as these for the sake of duties as both a soldier and politician. Somehow all of the pain and sorrow was worth it for this one moment spent bracing myself above my Russian ally while my hips pressed against his pelvis seating my cock fully within the silken depths of his larger frame. My hand shook slightly on the Soviet’s erection but I managed a grinned kiss into Ivan’s collar as I stroked his shaft firmly, seeking to bring my new lover to the brink as well.

“How does it feel?”

“Awkward.”

I blinked and raised my head to regard him but Ivan’s eyes were on my comrades standing around the bath and watching the both of us intently. Perhaps I could have opted for a more private first time with him, but there was pride in taking my Russian ally and I wished to share my unlikely accomplishment with the rest of China.

“Think of them as statues if it helps.”

“It does not.”

I smirked and withdrew nearly to the tip before snapping my hips forward causing Ivan’s next inhaled breath to be a bit sharper and more defined.

“Then I must help you forget that we are on display for all of my countrymen to witness our most erotic alliance to date.”

Contrary to his words, Ivan seemed more than capable of overcoming his lingering embarrassment over our public display in front of so many watchful eyes, though whether it was due to the Russian’s nerves finally calming or my own sexual prowess I could not tell. Either way, I found myself breathing a bit more ragged while bits of hair escaped the confines of my tight ponytail as my hips pistoned rapidly forward into the younger man’s body over and over again without pause. No woman had ever felt this hot and tight around me. Although I had never before questioned my sexuality, somehow rutting into the Soviet’s prone body was quickly sending me closer to the whisper-thin line between orgasm and insanity.

I wanted to see the younger man caught up in the throes of ecstasy. I wanted to not only witness Ivan’s pleasure, but to be the only man alive who had seen the large Russian orgasm as the submissive partner in our sex. Well, technically me and my countrymen would be the only witnesses, but as long as I alone was the one bringing him over the edge I could hardly complain that my comrades would be privy to my new lover’s submission as well.

And yet Ivan didn’t seem to be careening closer to the point of no return as I was. The Soviet was certainly aroused- I could feel his weakened heart thumping against my narrow chest, could feel his cock twitching in my fist with every stroke of his heated flesh beneath the water line of the tub. Why then? Why couldn’t I make him cum for me?

Thoroughly frustrated and fighting off more than just a cursory case of embarrassment, I pressed my forehead into Ivan’s shoulder then buried my cock one final time into the velvety depths of his body and came. Never before had I felt ashamed to have orgasmed, but with Ivan it almost felt like I had disappointed him even before the younger man’s palm lay lightly upon my back in a half-hug of sorts.

“You seem upset.”

I forced a smile onto my lips and kissed him softly.

“Not at all,” I lied. “Maybe a bit embarrassed to have climaxed before you, my friend. Forgive me, it has been quite awhile since I took a lover last.”

Still coming down from my sexual high, I pressed another sensual kiss to his lips, trying in vain to prolong the intense pleasures wrought by Ivan’s skin pressed flush against my own but my attentions did not stop there. Ivan’s cock remained erect in my fist and although I had absolutely no experience with pleasuring a man I refused to disappoint my new lover.

The Soviet seemed curious to watch my mouth kissing lower now over the soft hair of his chest, roving slowly downwards until my lips brushed against one rosy nipple and my tongue flicked sensually over the small bud. I was rewarded with a slightly shakier breath passing through his lips than before, but I somewhat doubted that Ivan was the type of man to orgasm through teasing alone. This was definitely outside of my comfort zone but what choice did I have? I would not leave him unsatisfied.

“Sit on the side of the tub for a moment, Ivan.”

He raised an eyebrow and did glance briefly at our audience but ultimately the Russian moved as instructed and sat on the side of the bath in front of me. There was a small smile tugging his lips as he watched me grip the base of his cock but I narrowed my own eyes at him and silently threatened dismemberment with my glare.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me. I don’t have any idea what I’m doing.”

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I would be a poor lover if I didn’t, Ivan.”

I knew that our arrangement was for the Soviet to provide me with his body, no reciprocation necessary, but my pride dictated that I return the favor in full and I had every intention of making Ivan cum one way or another. Upon finding myself face-to-crotch with his enormous erection, however, I did pause momentarily to question my sanity but my countrymen were watching, Ivan was waiting, and I absolutely refused to back away now and admit defeat without having at least tried to pleasure him.

Slowly at first, I ran my tongue up the length of his heated cock from base to tip, lingering on the fleshy head and flicking the tip of my tongue over the sensitive spot. I might lack first-hand experience with performing oral sex on another, but I was still a man and I too had received fellatio from my fair share of women in years gone by. It made sense to assume that whatever felt amazing when laved upon my own intimate flesh might also drive my new lover into a comparable world of pleasure.

I could feel the Russian’s thighs tremble ever-so slightly as I ran my tongue through the sweet oil still clinging to his erection, but my hand drifted lower past the soft curls rimming the base of his cock and instead caressed his heavy balls to spread the lingering oil there as well before my grip firmed and began to fondle the younger man in earnest. The soft, velvety moan emanating past his lips was not fully expected but it did wonders to boost my confidence and somehow grant me a renewed energy to please him.

Darting a quick glance up gauge the Russian’s reaction, I was surprised yet again to see Ivan was bracing himself with his hands on the side of the bath, his chest rising and falling quickly with each shaky breath and although my lover’s eyes were now closed I could see a menagerie of emotions on his face as I sucked lightly on the head of his cock while fondling him firmly below. My methods were admittedly inexperienced, but as Ivan gasped softly and came I managed to pull away after only a strand of two of the bitter fluid shot down my throat. I had no delusions that I could swallow everything that the younger man had to offer after only my first time giving head.

“I apologize if I was not very good, comrade.”

Ivan was still breathing rather hard from his climax and he didn’t bother responding right away, but the larger man did draw me against his broad chest yet again to press our lips together for a long, sensual kiss. I was truthfully rather reluctant to separate my flesh from his but the potent combination of hot sex and a heated bath suddenly washed over me in a rush and I found myself wiping a budding line of sweat from my forehead as my lips left his and I grabbed a pair of towels from beside the tub for each of us to dry ourselves.

For a man that did not openly label himself a submissive Ivan was extremely sure-footed and did not appear to be suffering in the least from any lingering discomfort. Truth be told, I was not certain if his unbroken stride was a testament to my care with preparing him first or simply an insult to my size below the belt. Rather than resign myself to overanalyzing the situation, I led us both to my bedroom and removed a soft sleeping robe and pants from my own clothes chest while quietly admiring my lover’s body as the Russian dressed. He really was attractive even for being quite a bit larger and with substantially more body hair than I was accustomed to. In retrospect, I suppose it would be foolish trying to compare him to the meager handful of women that had graced my bedroll to date. No, Ivan Braginski was nothing like them at all, and yet I found myself smiling at this realization.

“It might be possible to heal your weakened heart, you know.” Ivan paused buttoning his shirt to regard me with a curious expression that ultimately made me chuckle aloud. “My doctors are more advanced than your Western nations give us credit for. We have been testing a series of new procedures on dogs and small horses that appears to work for human hearts as well. Rewiring them, so to speak. Fixing the weakened valves and replacing the central veins with donor tissue from cadavers. We have just begun employing these techniques in humans with mixed results.   The last two patients are quite well and alive, however.”

Ivan smirked.

“And the others?”

I didn’t answer his question directly but my wry smile was enough to convey the inherent danger of what I was offering to the Soviet. The surgery was by no means foolproof, but it was an option that I was willing to offer the younger man should he want to explore other methods besides a lifetime of expensive medications.

“It almost sounds like you wish to kill me, comrade.”

“I do not believe killing you is in my best interest. You remain my only ally against the Kuomintang and I suspect that politics will soon play a much larger role in my homeland than my enemy anticipates.”

“Your ‘enemy’... Are we speaking of Japanor rather any of your fellow countrymen that oppose your ideals?”

Only around him did my expressions ever turn so dark and unbalanced as my emerging smirk was now. He really did bring out an interesting side of me not often explored.

“Flesh is flesh when it hits the fire.”

“How poetic.”

“This from a man that openly massacred his own people for peacefully protesting the tsarist regime?”

This time Ivan was the one chuckling with a slightly twisted smirk to match my own. We really were quite the pair.

“Do you think there is a realm deep and dark enough in Hell for the both of us, Yao?”

“Luckily, I no longer believe in either a Heaven or Hell.”

I was not expecting the Soviet’s gradual approach or the way his arms wound around my back tenderly but with definite strength as he pulled me against his broad frame and caught my lips in yet another lengthy kiss. Not that I thought the younger man was incapable of intimacy, but after airing our sadistic sides such a sweet gesture from him seemed base or awkward at the very least. Perhaps that was what drew me to him- Ivan’s impeccable balance of sadism and sweetness.

“Yao,” he spoke softly into my lips before pulling away a scant few centimeters to tip my head up and regard me fully. “If you genuinely think the surgery would be in my best interest then I will do it.”

“I wish I could promise you a positive outcome, comrade, but at the very least I will remain by your side throughout the surgery and pray for your safety.”

“Pray to whom? I thought you gave up your beliefs in gods or a Heaven and Hell.”

He had a point, and perhaps I really was a hypocrite for picking and choosing my battles when it came to gods, religion and the afterlife, but a great many years spent on this earth while people and practices evolved had taught me lessons that my younger Western counterparts would need another two or three millennia to fully comprehend.

“For five thousand years I have watched the world around me change for the better or worse. I am an intelligent enough man at this point to accept that perhaps I do not know everything about this world in its entirety.”

Gently I took his hand and lead Ivan to the bedroll so we could rest our tired bodies for the busy days ahead. There would be considerable preparations required for his surgery, especially for the particular operation that I had in mind ever since learning of his dysfunctional heart. Would Ivan alter his decision to go forward if he knew the true nature of this surgery? Would his conscience kick in and force the Russian to back out of our arrangement entirely?

My forehead lay softly against his back as we spooned in silence but I said not another word regarding what was to come lest he suspect that my intentions were much darker than I had indicated initially.

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