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Warnings: Yaoi (RussiaxAmerica), AU, angst, language, rape, death, hurt/comfort and explicit sexual depictions ahead. This fanfic is intended for adult readers only.

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Chapter Two

By ArcadiaEclipse

                It was scarcely past midnightwhen Alfred’s chilled shivers evolved into an all-out fever. Soft, simpering whimpers and groans of pain were enough to wake the Russian soldier beside him, and Ivan quickly went to work stripping Alfred down to his underwear and even discarding his own uniform slacks before tugging the American’s shaking, nearly-nude body against his own. Upon failing to alleviate Alfred’s fever with the heat generated by skin-on-skin contact, the older blonde quickly grabbed whatever articles in his trunk that he could reach- T-shirts, uniforms, a bath towel, his winter coat, anything that could possibly generate additional warmth and piled everything atop them both while the feverish and half-delusional foreigner shook continuously in his arms.

                Such thin, delicate skin the American must have to be affected so severely by the freezing temperatures of Ivan’s homeland. Five hours he spent fitfully dozing while holding the shaking teenager in a warm, powerful embrace before Alfred’s trembling finally subsided just as the light of new dawn peeked through the wooden slats of their train car. Although he teetered on the verge of exhaustion, the Russian said not a word of criticism towards his young captive and even brushed Alfred’s hair back from the smaller blonde’s forehead to lay a gentle kiss on the sweat-dampened skin.

                “Ivan….why’re we in our shorts, dude?”

                “Alfred sick in fever last night. I must quick warm Alfred.”

                So the visions of shaking and sweating in Ivan’s arms weren’t just a manifestation of his fears. Embarrassing as it was to awaken and find himself nearly naked with another man, at least the Russian had enough decency to keep their underwear on. Nudity would have made an awkward situation a little less bearable as far as Alfred was concerned.

                “I wanna know something else.” Slowly Alfred pushed himself up to a seated position though his aching head remained in his hand whereas his captor’s traveled unbidden to stroke along his spine in an effort to maintain sweet contact between them. “What did you tell them, Ivan?”

                “Who?”

                “The soldiers you were talking to last night.”

                The corners of Ivan’s lips tipped upwards into a smirk but his hand idly rubbing the teenager’s back remained gentle and never ceased its tender caresses.

                “I say Alfred too Soviet born of Latvia and boyfriend for mine. I say we meet large bear on train; bear must climb in car at time when last stop on supply. I say Alfred cry and fear very much, run to see other soldier for help kill bear, and I say I kill bear alone so now car is…dirty.”

                “Dirty?”

                “I do not know word for English. Dirty in much red. Red every place at car.”

                Blood. Fuck, so that’s how the Russian bastard explained it to them! No wonder they didn’t think it was terribly strange when the American teen ran into their midst sobbing and babbling in a language that neither of them could understand. Ivan had carefully crafted a story that explained not only the running, sobbing foreigner but also the large quantity of blood in the freight car where Alfred’s friends had been slain just hours before. The knowledge that no one would ever suspect Ivan had committed four murders sickened Alfred to the core, but given the language barrier there was nothing he could do to explain it to the other men on board the train.

                “On today we stop collect supply. Town is small. No English. Person of town be Soviet; do not like American.” Ivan shifted lightly atop the smaller boy before gently gripping Alfred’s chin to tip the teenager’s head upwards and force the boy to lock eyes with him and listen as each word was spoken firmly in turn so there could be no misunderstanding. “Soviet. Will. Kill. You. Alfred stay of train today. Be safe here, da?”

                The smaller blonde shuddered but this time it wasn’t solely caused by the bone-chilling cold of early morning that seemed to permeate every corner and crevice of the freight car where they lay together huddled under layer after layer of the Russian’s clothes. It was difficult to know whether Ivan simply wanted to keep his captive too scared to seek out help or if there really was danger outside the relative safety of Ivan’s freight car. Surely not all Russians were homicidal maniacs. Women, children; there had to be someone that would take pity on a scared teenager’s plight regardless of the country in which he was born.

                From the way that Ivan kept staring at him as the Russian rose and began to dress Alfred was fairly certain that Ivan could read his entire train of thought even if words were never spoken aloud. Once clothed in his uniform, Ivan strapped the large machine gun to his back and slid each of the terrifying knifes into his boot or belt but paused with the last one in hand to stare down on his nearly-nude prisoner clutching the blankets around his shoulders and waiting with baited breath for Ivan to leave. He wasn’t foolish, but evidently the boy that he had quickly become infatuated with was certifiably stupid.

                “Alfred,” Ivan crouched down to lock eyes with the boy one last time before his fist drove the large blade into the top of his trunk mere inches from where his precious captive sat shivering. “They. Will. Kill. You.”

                He hoped that the promise of assured death would be enough to keep Alfred safely on the train today, but in all his twenty-five years spent studying the ways of mankind Ivan had garnered sufficient experience to know of the stupidity that Americans possessed and the likelihood that Alfred would get himself killed before the sun even reached its summit that day. This he knew, but for the teenager’s sake he left the knife embedded in his trunk behind when the large soldier slid open the wooden side panel and left the car to pick up supplies. Hopefully the American idiot would possess enough common sense to take the blade with him for protection.

                As soon as Ivan left him alone again, Alfred hurriedly rose from the makeshift bedding and dug through the older man’s discarded clothing from the night before until his eager fingertips managed to locate his glasses stolen hours earlier while the teenager angsted over imminent death. Terror-laced excitement fueled his hurried effort to dress himself though after tugging on Ivan’s winter coat the teenager paused and allowed his eyes to linger far longer than he would have liked on the blade still protruding from Ivan’s trunk.

                Should he take it? There was no telling what dangers he might encounter, but carrying a weapon would only make innocent civilians afraid of him or worse- give them reason to attack the young foreigner in presumed self-defense. Standing there chewing his lip in indecision all day would get him nowhere though, and ultimately Alfred resigned himself to grabbing one of Ivan’s belts and strapping it to his thigh beneath the baggy jeans hanging low on his hips. At least the blade was hidden beneath his clothes this way in the makeshift holster and would be less likely to set the locals in a panic.

                Slipping from the train unheard and unseen by the other soldiers on board was the relatively simple part of his daring escape. Wandering through the tiny northern town searching in vain for a kind-looking child or elderly woman who might take pity on his plight and assist him was proving to be a hundred times more difficult than he had thought. Children fled from him the moment that Alfred spoke a word and even the women seemed as cold and unfeeling as the stares that they leveled openly upon the foreign teen. Shit, did he really stick out that much? Everyone was staring at him or whispering as he passed by, but although his apprehension grew with each successive step down the snowy path the young American’s heart quickly plummeted when a hand suddenly closed around his upper arm and jerked him to a stop.

                Half-expecting to see Ivan glowering down on him, Alfred found the smallest hint of relief upon discovering not his tall captor but another Soviet soldier clad in military-grey with four of his comrades beside him. One of the men gripped the lapel of Ivan’s coat draped heavily upon Alfred’s more slender body, examining it for a moment as if he recognized the style then looking at Alfred and raising a brow inquisitively.

                “Вы русский, товарищ?”[1]

                “Fuck man, not this shit again...”

                Alfred regretted the words the moment he uttered them, not because the soldiers seemed to understand his lamentation but instead due to the sudden silence and the way that hand on his arm tightened painfully before the soldiers began to converse amongst themselves in the rough northern tongue that Ivan spoke. They seemed to be engaged in a heated debate but it was only a minute or two before the one gripping Alfred’s arm dragged one of the others to stand before them both to lock eyes with the terrified teenager.

                “Ah..merika, da?”

                “YES! America! Please, I need to get home!”

                For the second time that day Alfred cursed his big mouth as the soldier gripping his arm proceeded to forcibly drag him down the snowy path with his comrades in tow speaking not a word and never locking eyes with the nervous teenager as he practically dragged the shorter blonde along beside him. Alfred grew more and more terrified with each step as the certainty sunk in that they must be planning to kill him or else throw him into a prison cell for life. Fuck, why didn’t he listen to Ivan? At least his initial captor seemed to care for him even if he was a homicidal maniac. These soldiers weren’t nearly as gentle with him as the blonde was dragged down a side street, through an alleyway and into a dimly-lit shack before being thrown on the floor in a trembling heap.

                “Please don’t hurt me. I wanna go home, I just…w-wanna go home...”

                He didn’t expect them to understand his sobbed words but as the tears pricked his lashes and began to spill over in an emotional rush Alfred’s chin was suddenly grabbed and jerked upwards so one of the smirking soldiers could brush a thumb over the American’s lips testing their softness. For a moment the teenager’s misery took a backseat to disgust when the fingers tightly gripping his jaw forced the younger blonde to watch his new captor’s hand shift to his crotch and unbutton the closures keeping the man decent. This was so much worse than the kisses that Ivan had eagerly lavished upon him before, and Alfred didn’t need to be a straight-A student to put two and two together.

                They were going to rape him.

                The American tried to jerk backwards but the soldier gripping his jaw refused to give up his new toy so easily and two of the others quickly came to his assistance, gripping Alfred’s arms hard enough to bruise and effectively forcing the teenager to remain still while the first man reached into the parted fabric of his uniform pants. Although only half-hard, this soldier’s erection was easily the largest that Alfred had ever seen before either in the locker room at school or while rummaging the sizable porn collection that his father kept poorly hidden in their basement back home. Small or large, it didn’t matter though. He absolutely refused to open his mouth even when the heavy member was pressed insistently to his lips leaving a warm, glistening trail of the offender’s precum in its wake.

                The soldier growled something low in Russian, but although Alfred’s resolve was firm, any lingering defiance was shattered upon seeing the soldier tug his heavy coat back to reveal a large blade much like the one currently strapped to Alfred’s thigh just out of reach. He didn’t want to die. Sucking and fucking these guys might not save his life but at least it might keep him alive long enough that Alfred could devise a way to escape from them somehow. As the soldier reached for his knife Alfred finally bit back his revulsion and squeezed his eyes shut, parting his lips slightly and praying for the worst to be over with soon enough.

                He wasn’t expecting the large Russian to thrust his hips forward so quickly or the feel of something hot and huge shoving past his lips and choking the inexperienced teenager in the process of taking pleasure from Alfred’s mouth. Unbidden, a sharp note of discomfort left his chest, but although Alfred could scarcely breathe and seemed very much on the verge of having his throat split open wide none of his assailants seemed interested in offering aid to the frightened American. It was at once both repulsive and humiliating to the strictly heterosexual teen, but the hands gripping his arms were firm, effectively preventing Alfred from reaching the blade hidden under his jeans.

                None of this would have happened if he had just listened to Ivan’s words of caution. Had he remained on the train it might be Ivan’s dick between his lips but at least it would only be one man violating him, not the large soldier thrusting down his throat while two others held him immobile and the fourth unzipped his pants now to stroke himself while waiting for a turn with the smaller blonde. Harder and harder the one in his mouth thrust, but after a few minutes of coming to terms with his wretched violation and the urge to vomit Alfred found that his nausea was slowly abating in the face of blinding rage. No one had the right to do this to him. He’d rather die than be kept as a fucktoy anyway, and if these men didn’t kill him immediately after raping him they would probably be less benevolent captors than Ivan Braginski.

                The American positively shook, but although he struggled the fingers locked around his upper arms would not be budged even as the soldier thrusting down his throat began grunting and even sped his pace. It didn’t take a genius to know what was coming next, but before the Russian could pump semen down his throat Alfred choked back any lingering fear and clamped his jaws together just as hard as he could manage.

                The bedlam that followed was a whirlwind of confusion, yelling and blood left clinging to his chin and clothes. Alfred hadn’t exactly pondered the repercussions before biting the soldier’s dick, but as the sensitive flesh separated and the teenager coughed until the severed organ was expelled from his throat there was really no time to take a step back and assess the situation from a calm perspective. Undoubtedly, the bellowing, snarling soldier was cursing him now, but Alfred could make no sense of the foreign words, only the threat of dismemberment as he was thrown backwards roughly onto the floor and the bleeding Russian approached him with his knife in hand.

                “Я убью тебя медленно и мучительно!”[2]

                Even the coppery taste of blood still coating his tongue wasn’t enough to distract from imminent death. Anger gave way to fear once again, and the smaller blonde could only watch while the injured soldier snarled at him and grabbed one of Alfred’s legs, hiking it up over his shoulder in order to position the tip of his knife very purposely at the teenager’s entrance through the thick denim of his jeans.

                “S-..Shit, please don’t…”

                “к черту.”[3]

                Squeezing his eyes shut to avoid witnessing his disembowelment, Alfred was horribly unprepared as the blade never reached his flesh but instead a series of loud bangs echoed through the room seconds before his assailant slumped to the floor groaning. It wasn’t what he expected at all, and even the remaining three soldiers seemed completely taken by surprise. There standing in the doorway of the small shack was Ivan Braginski, his machine gun in hand and still pointed at the scarcely-moving Russian lying beside Alfred on the floor.

                “Он мой.”[4]

                The American teen had witnessed Ivan’s post-homicidal clean up of his friends’ bodies, but never had he seen that particular expression on Ivan’s face. It was like the Devil himself had somehow manifested inside the tall blonde’s body contorting Ivan’s face into a cruel sneer as the Russian’s gun leveled upon each soldier in turn firing upon them freely. By the time that Ivan’s finger left the trigger and his gun was shouldered, Alfred was staring up at him wide-eyed and covered in splatters of blood from his dead assailants. The only one still moving was the man whose cock he had bitten off before the soldier became Ivan’s initial victim. Although still bleeding in excess, the man remained conscious even as Ivan approached them now.

                “Alfred is well?”

                “He raped me. They were all gonna rape me, but he shoved his dick down my throat and-“

                Ivan pressed one gloved finger to his captive’s lips gently to silence Alfred’s narration mid-spiel. Although his expression was tender when bending to kiss the young American’s forehead and stroke his cheek, the older blonde seemed to find the soldier’s groaning beside them at least a little obnoxious.

                “We go.”

                “But what about him?”

                Ivan shrugged.

                “He no can again rape.”

                “Ivan,” Alfred chewed his bottom lip in indecision at first, but locking eyes with that bleeding bastard again gave him renewed hate for his attacker. “Kill him.”

                “You want I kill?”

                “Yeah. He’s Already bleeding bad and…and he fucking deserves it. They all deserve it, but Ivan,” Alfred reached up to grip his captor’s sleeve gently to make sure he was listening, “…make it hurt.”

                Something about the quirking grin Ivan gave him made Alfred giddy enough to grin back. It was all so incredibly sick and twisted, but somehow the adrenaline rush that came unbidden while watching Ivan straddle the other Soviet’s head and force the barrel of his gun between the rapist’s lips very closely resembled the rush that Alfred felt every time that he saw a new horror movie. His heart sped; his eyes were wide and watching; and as Ivan pulled the trigger on his gun sending a spray of blood upon them both, Alfred found himself excited and unable to look away from the sweet justice unfolding before him.

                 It was just like a sadistically good horror flick, only better.

                “We leave now.”

                “Y-Yeah. Okay.”

                “Alfred?” Ivan shouldered his gun and once again crouched before his young prisoner examining him. “Cheek is much of red. Alfred is hurt?”

                “No.”

                Ivan still seemed concerned, but while searching the boy for injuries his violet eyes froze mid-glance over the American’s crotch. Alfred was aroused. Perhaps this beautiful boy had a deep-down fetish for being abused and raped? He had heard of people that got off on that sort of thing before but never met one in a sexual setting. It didn’t quite make sense to the Russian, but rather than ask a barrage of questions he settled on scooping Alfred up from the floor and carrying him to a crate against the wall where the smaller blonde was gently set down and his pants unfastened.

                “Ivan, what the hell? No! A-Ahh!”

                Like molten silk Ivan’s mouth descended upon the teenager’s cock easily swallowing Alfred to the very base of his erection before the smaller blonde could protest. Had Alfred been able to hold a coherent thought the American would have wondered just how many homosexual encounters Ivan must have under his belt to be able to deep-throat like that so simply. Buried cock-deep in his Russian captor’s throat however left Alfred with few remaining brain cells capable of intelligent thought. Pleasure flooded every nerve in his body before pooling below the smaller blonde’s waist in a throbbing, needy warmth that could only be sated by more of Ivan’s hot lips and tongue on his flesh. Cursing softly, Alfred tangled his fingers into the Soviet’s hair but not to hold Ivan down by force. No, the older man seemed quite capable of pleasuring Alfred on his own without additional direction from the American teen now mewling and turning to jelly under the onslaught of Ivan’s talented mouth.

                It was a few minutes before he realized that Ivan’s hand was now free of its glove and sliding down the back of Alfred’s jeans before slipping inside the boy’s boxers to stroke idly along his ass. Even the mouth on his dick wasn’t enough to distract Alfred fully from the prospect of being invaded, but as he squirmed trying to get away Ivan pulled back just far enough to lick the head of his captive’s dick and speak low into the heated flesh.

                “Just finger. I no will hurt Alfred.”

                Not that it was reassuring, but true to his word Ivan swallowed the teenager to the root yet again and pressed just the tip of his index finger inside the tight pucker tucked away between the cheeks of Alfred’s ass. Try as he might, the teenager simply could not escape his captor’s finger if he wanted to keep his cock buried in that intoxicating warmth. Ivan never missed a beat, carefully coordinating the gentle thrusting of his finger in time with the up and down motion of his lips over the American’s intimate flesh. When Alfred shuddered and came there was never a hint of hesitation or even the suggestion that Ivan might want to pull away before the smaller blonde could flood his throat. Each drop was carefully swallowed and in coming down from his sexual high Alfred could only watch as the Soviet soldier licked his softening shaft clean then withdrew his finger from the slick inferno of his new lover’s body before refastening the boy’s jeans and picking him up once again to cradle the smaller blonde’s body to his powerful chest.

                “I can walk, dude. Really.”

                For a moment Ivan’s eyes locked onto his and Alfred’s heart skipped a beat. It was such an intense, unreadable expression in those violet orbs, but as the teenager blinked up at him Ivan slowly smiled and tipped his head downwards to press a tender kiss first to Alfred’s forehead then lower to let their lips mingle for a soft, sweet moment of carefree intimacy. Truth be told, Alfred wasn’t sure what possessed him to kiss back, even parting his lips and tasting the pungent flavor of his own semen upon Ivan’s tongue as the slippery appendage eased into his mouth and claimed the American teen for his own. Ivan seemed completely undeterred by the blood tainting the teenager’s lips and tongue, deepening the kiss while his powerful arms held the smaller boy possessively to his chest.

                No one would hurt this beautiful American again. No one but him.

~ * ~ To Be Continued ~ * ~

[1] “You are Russian, comrade?”

[2] “I am going to kill you slowly and painfully!”

[3] “Go to hell.”

[4] “He is mine.”
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