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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 Three

By Arcadia Eclipse

                The noonday sun was high overhead by the time that they returned to the train and Ivan’s makeshift home therein. Even without walking the half mile back to the tracks Alfred remained surprisingly docile in his captor’s arms if for no other reason than spending a fitful evening battling a high fever only to be gang raped then brought to orgasm by the Russian took an exceptionally large toll on his weary flesh. Something in his body language must have betrayed the teenager’s exhaustion since Ivan carried him straight to the older man’s bedding and laid Alfred atop the thick blankets before pressing a soft kiss to his lips bidding him wordlessly to rest as needed.

                The American was unaware for how long he slumbered, but upon awakening Alfred could feel the familiar rock and sway of the train car betraying that they were once more traveling deeper into Ivan’s homeland. It was dark inside the car and no hint of light peeked through the wooden slats suggesting that night must have fallen whist he slept on blissfully unaware. Had there been an inkling of doubt in Alfred’s mind as to what time of day it was, the sight of a lamp glowing softly beside the bedding where his captor sat now whittling away at something small and metallic was confirmation enough that it was indeed nighttime or at the very least dusk. Ivan wasn’t the type of man to frivolously squander resources like oil when there was sunlight readily available.

                Shivering and hugging the blankets around his tired frame, Alfred pushed himself up into a sitting position to better investigate what it was that occupied Ivan’s attention so completely. He appeared to be carving something onto the back of a metal tag but seemed pleased enough with his progress to take pause and brush Alfred’s messy bangs back from his forehead gently. Although he allowed the intimate gesture, this time it was more routine acceptance of his fate than fear that Ivan might retaliate against him should Alfred shun the Russian soldier’s advances.

                “What’re you making, Ivan?”

                “Here is for Alfred. For keep safe.”

                Ivan took a small metal chain from his pocket and ran it through a hole at the top of the tag before fastening both behind Alfred’s neck. One glance was all it took for the teenager to confirm that the item was most likely a military-issued dog tag, but the machine-stamped characters were foreign to him as were the words that Ivan had carefully etched onto the back in his mother tongue.

                “What does it say?”

                “‘USSR Armed Forces. Soldier number 485337.’” As he read, Ivan’s finger pointed to each Russian word stamped on the front before turning the metal tag over revealing the hand-etched text so Alfred could see. “‘He is mine.’”

                There was no hiding the small shiver that trickled up the American’s spine before finally pooling in his face causing the boy’s cheeks to redden. Why did Ivan have to be so blunt when it came to his possessive claims over the bespeckled blonde teenager anyway? Like any other young man having grown up in America, Alfred liked to think that he was good-looking and quite a catch but he had no delusions about his appearance deep down. He was average at best- maybe cute in a spunky sort of way, but surely there were far better-looking boys that Ivan could have picked. Even a straight guy could see that the Russian was strikingly handsome and built like a Greek god.

                Alfred wasn’t quite certain what possessed him to reach out and brush a single finger lightly over the older man’s perfectly-sculpted stomach, but Ivan did not shy away from the touch, even smirking a bit as if inwardly gloating that Alfred had finally noticed his impeccable body even with a maze of scars littering his flesh. Besides, the American’s cheeks flushed so easily and it was quite entertaining to watch his cute little captive bite his lip and even squeeze his eyes shut when one of Ivan’s own hands drifted beneath the blankets then up under Alfred’s sweatshirt to caress the teenager’s soft stomach and hip. Perhaps there was something in the hamburgers and doughnuts of this boy’s homeland that kept his flesh so supple and soft.

                The tender flesh of this teenage boy was too tempting to resist. Ivan could hear Alfred’s breath hitch in his throat, could see the nervousness bordering on fear in his captive’s eyes, but still the Russian’s powerfully large body shifted between the teenager’s thighs allowing the hardened soldier to lean over his beloved boy in a display of dominance. Alfred looked up at him terrified but the expression only served to bring Ivan’s erection to life beneath the superficial barrier of his slacks. Such delicious friction there was grinding against the cleft of Alfred’s wonderfully round ass.

                “S-Shit, Ivan. Please don’t…”

                “Alfred is new of sex?”

                Far from that, but the American teen couldn’t even manage a coherent response once Ivan set about leaving a dark, possessive hickey on the skin just beside his Adam’s apple. Sarah had never been as enthusiastic about laving licks or even kisses upon her boyfriend when they fucked, and Ivan’s lips and teeth now plundered relatively virgin territory as the Russian marked his captive freely as his own. The sudden sound of a door opening off to the side followed by the chill of a Siberian wind gust blowing over them convinced Ivan to pull back reluctantly from the trembling teenager just enough to level a glare at the soldier who dared to invade his private time with Alfred.

                Only once before had the American heard Ivan growl his mother tongue so threateningly as he did now, and that was just before the large blonde laid a few dozen rounds into his Communist brethren for having dared to touch his human property. Alfred didn’t understand a word that these men spoke to one another, but the expression on his captor’s face, dark but with traces of a sinister smile, was chilling to the younger man although he wasn’t the target of Ivan’s repressed malice. The younger soldier seemed weary but he stood his ground and even appeared to be growing more and more infuriated with each passing second spent arguing with his fellow Soviet whereas Ivan’s speech remained chilly yet level without much in the way of emotion.

                “покинуть нас. Сейчас.”

                “Я не боюсь вас, Иван!”

                “Вы должны быть.”[1]

                Alfred was unable to understand their speech, but the American wisely kept his mouth shut and barely even flinched when one of Ivan’s hands shifted covertly beneath the blanket to unfasten the teenager’s jeans and slip inside the far-too intimate territory. Alfred figured he might have protested being fondled in front of an audience, but his cock didn’t appear to be Ivan’s intended target since the soldier’s hands bypassed it completely and instead drifted beneath the baggy denim down the boy’s thigh to unfasten the belt that his captive had strapped there early that morning. How had Ivan known? Had the Soviet felt the blade strapped to his prisoner’s thigh when carrying the exhausted teenager away from the site of Alfred’s sexual assault?

                Something in the impassive gaze that Ivan leveled at the younger soldier coupled with the thick silence between them must have made the smaller man uneasy since Alfred could see him chew his bottom lip in a moment of indecision. Strange that some unconscious actions were so intuitive to humans regardless of where they were born and raised. Still, the American said nothing, just observed the silent standoff between the man braced atop him and the Soviet soldier nervously shifting before the man finally steeled his jaw and shot Ivan another disapproving look.

                “Я думаю, что вы убили этих мужчин, Иван.”

                “Никто не будет верить вам.”

                “Я хочу сделать их верить.”[2]

                It must have been an extremely sensitive topic for the young soldier to suddenly turn and hasten towards the door of Ivan’s car again, but before Alfred could ponder this strange situation further Ivan’s body suddenly jolted upright balancing expertly on his knees and throwing the large blade that he had stolen from Alfred’s thigh holster moments earlier with deadly accuracy. For a second Alfred could only hear screaming echoing painfully through his ears along with the heavy thud of the offending Soviet’s body hitting the floor of their train car dead in an instant courtesy of the knife protruding from the back of his severed spinal column. Then darkness, sudden and swift, descended upon him as the very breath was stolen away from his lips without warning. Alfred continued to struggle in confused horror before the teenager realized that his senses were dulled due to one of Ivan’s hands clamped over his eyes while the second tried to silence the boy’s screams before anyone else heard and came to investigate their source.

                For the next few minutes Alfred’s yells devolved slowly into sniffling sobs, but it was only when he felt reasonably assured that the boy’s terror was under control that Ivan gently extracted himself from the American and moved instead to the soldier lying motionless in a growing pool of his own blood. Although tears continued to cascade down Alfred’s cheeks in a veritable torrent of fear, the teenager couldn’t pull his gaze away from watching Ivan hoist the dead man over his shoulder before opening the door to his train car and dumping the body outside, watching it tumble away from the tracks and into the night. There was a touch of emotion on the Soviet’s face when turning to regard his beloved captive again, but the expression was only concern that Ivan had frightened the boy, not regret in the least for the murder that he had just committed in cold blood.

                “I am sorry, Alfred. I no do wish for fear in you, but…”

                Ivan’s voice trailed off, his eyes inextricably fixed on one point of Alfred in particular and this time the American grit his teeth against the self loathing sob that welled up in his chest right as the teenager hugged both knees tightly to his chest and buried his face in the worn denim. Whether willing or not to quell his shame long enough to admit the truth, this time Alfred’s body had not been violated and yet the younger blonde was sporting an otherwise inexplicable erection that had been absent prior to Ivan’s deadly assault on his Soviet comrade right before the American’s eyes. Every inch of Alfred’s flesh seemed to be radiating self-hatred and shame now in the form of a scarlet blush tainting the teenager’s skin, but Ivan just moved to sit quietly beside the smaller blonde and even extended one arm around the boy’s shaking shoulders while his captive lamented the sick irony of having a horror movie fetish.

                “Alfred…”

                “No!”

                “I do not underst-“

                “-I don’t wanna talk about it, dude! Just let it go!”

                He wasn’t expecting Ivan’s brows to knit or the Soviet to calmly take hold of the younger man’s wrist. The gentleness was fleeting however as Ivan suddenly dug the pads of his fingers into strategic pressure points causing Alfred to yelp and jerk his wrist away.

                “What the fuck was that for?”

                “Pain does no for make Alfred hard,” Ivan spoke levelly, but although the teenager tried to lean away from him Ivan mimicked the maneuver thus keeping only a minimal distance between their bodies until Alfred leaned too far and found himself sprawled once again on the Soviet’s bed sheets with the large soldier looming atop of him still frowning as if confused. “What make Alfred hard?”

                “Sick shit, okay?”

                Ivan blinked, momentarily unsure whether he had translated the American’s words incorrectly, but after mulling the syllables over in his head for another moment he finally shook his head softly in defeat.

                “I do not understand. Alfred is sick?”

                “In the head, yeah.” He absolutely refused to look Ivan in the eyes any longer even if it was difficult to ignore the older man when Ivan’s powerful arms were bracing the soldier’s body atop of his captive’s as if to keep Alfred from making another stupid attempt at escape. “It’s these horror flicks, Ivan. Slasher movies. Like…blood an’ guts and killing and death an’ all. …I kinda…like them.”

                He left the “a lot” off of that sentence, but it didn’t take a college degree in the English language for Ivan to string the American’s jumbled words together and finally make sense of the explanation, strange though it may be. At this point Alfred wasn’t even sure how he would react if Ivan suddenly detested him for having such a ridiculous kink, but right now he figured it would be hard for anyone to hate the American more than he hated himself. Truthfully he expected the Soviet would stab and kill him in disgust, not press the tenderest of kisses to Alfred’s forehead as the older man did now. Maybe it was the exhausted simpering or the pain still lingering in his wrist, Alfred wasn’t sure which, but the American never protested when Ivan’s lips drifted lower until meeting Alfred’s own and coaxing a kiss out of the paranoid foreigner. Never in his wildest dreams would Ivan have expected that his devoutly heterosexual prisoner might welcome a kiss between them. He actually paused in shock when Alfred boldly deepened the kiss and even wound his arms around the Russian’s back, digging his nails into the scarred flesh he found there evidently unwilling to be removed anytime soon.

                “Alfred-“

                “-Don’t leave me. I know I’m f-fucked up but s…shit, I don’t know what the fuck I’d do if you left…”

                Never once did Ivan find himself even minutely tempted to humor the idea of leaving this boy, kinks and quirks aside, but if the fear of being utterly alone in a strange land was producing such a wonderful willingness in Alfred to be with him then Ivan certainly had no intention of voicing reassurances. Not now of all times; not when he had a shame-faced, nervous wreck of a boy clutching willingly to him for the very first time. Ivan was nothing if not opportunistic in the face of something that he had spent days lusting after.

                Alfred trembled when the older man hooked his fingers into the waistband of the American’s jeans, slowly dragging both the worn denim and also his captive’s underwear off in one gentle motion. It wasn’t the first time that Ivan had seen him naked below the belt, but this time Alfred’s lips did nothing to protest the Russian even if his beautiful blue eyes reflected a hint of the fear and uncertainty currently flooding the American’s thoughts as his legs were parted and Ivan’s mouth pressed unrestrained into the crook of his new lover’s groin and inner thigh. The soft gasp that emerged from Alfred’s lips might not be the sweet mewl of unrestrained pleasure that Ivan had wanted but they could work their way up to acceptance. After all, the boy was heterosexual as far as the Russian could determine in the limited hours that they had spent in each other’s company thus far. He did, however, find that his captive possessed the one trait that Ivan couldn’t get enough of when it came to his gay lovers.

                Alfred had a really fantastic ass.

                “Whoa! H-Hold on, Ivan!”

                The Soviet might be an understanding lover, but patience had its limits. Besides, flipping Alfred onto his stomach made for easy access to fondling the boy’s bottom freely, and Ivan needed no further stimulation to arouse the heavy cock now straining against his uniform pants for release. After their morning adventure the older man might not be a stranger to Alfred’s cock, but the American had never felt Ivan’s intimate flesh hot and heavy without the protection of his slacks or shorts between them. The smaller blonde tensed and even looked over his shoulder warily upon hearing the soft whisper of Ivan’s zipper descending ominously with the promise that Alfred would not like what was to come shortly.

                “Oh Christ…”

                Being a curious teenager Alfred had seen more than his fair share of porn before, but the Russian kneeling behind his exposed bottom definitely belonged in the ‘guys with a monster cock’ category of his favorite smutty websites. Maybe he should have been firmer in his resolve to keep Ivan at bay, but things seemed to be far past the point of no return now and evidently it was his poor ass that would pay the price.

                “Dude, that’s never gonna fit, Iva-aaahh!”

                The considerate thing would have been giving Alfred head warning before the Russian slid two fingers into his lover’s body, but in the face of long-overdue sex Ivan Braginski was not a patient man. At least he had used a bit of ointment from his medical pack to ease the first intrusion that this beautiful boy’s ass had ever known, their morning activities aside. Still, the care with which he fingered and stretched Alfred’s entrance did little to alleviate the embarrassed flush spreading quickly from the teenager’s cheeks down his neck and even over both ears in conjunction. It might not hurt just yet but that didn’t mean the average teenage boy enjoyed having his ass penetrated, especially by another man whose morals were questionable at best.

                “Shit,” Alfred lamented, burying his face into Ivan’s pillow. “This is gonna hurt like fucking hell.”

                “No pain. Alfred will be of much pleasure tonight. Enjoy very muchly.”

                The American wanted to protest, really he did, but when Ivan slid a third finger inside of him then went to work easing in a fourth the words flew right out of his mind before they could ever be voiced in earnest. For the second time that day Alfred found himself desperately wondering if it was better to die or live in a world where his body scarcely seemed to be his own any longer. Was nothing at all sacred to Ivan? The Russian fingered Alfred’s entrance boldly as if the thought that this boy might not want to engage in sex with him never even crossed his mind or at the very least it wasn’t enough of a deterrent to stop. When the soldier finally withdrew his fingers Alfred sighed in relief but his reprieve was short-lived. Glancing over his shoulder, the American could just barely see Ivan from the corner of his eye as the Russian ripped open a small foil square with his teeth seconds before something huge and infinitely more frightening began nudging against Alfred’s rear end.

                For the second time that day Ivan’s hand wrapped over his new lover’s lips to quiet the cries emanating from deep within Alfred’s throat as the teenager trembled and squirmed beneath him in an effort to escape the seemingly never-ending onslaught of the older man’s cock. Regardless of how much the boy trembled and groaned into Ivan’s hand the Soviet’s flesh sank inch after inch into Alfred’s body unrelenting in the face of newfound pleasure. More than anything else, though, Ivan did not want his young lover to see this experience as no different from the unwilling rape of his mouth a few hours earlier. Alfred might be heterosexual, but Ivan truly believed that he could make the brash American enjoy their sex.

                “Alfred,” he cooed into the back of the teenager’s neck then brushing his lips lightly along the flesh he encountered, “inside so hot. Feels good, so hot.”

                The smaller boy bit back a groan and dug his fists into the blankets beneath them but the sound was soft enough that Ivan felt reassured when sliding his hand away from the smaller blonde’s lips to instead lay his hand over one of Alfred’s and lace their fingers together in mimic of the intimate way that they were now joined below the belt. The American certainly seemed less than thrilled about having his ass reamed by a large Russian soldier, but when Ivan’s other hand closed over the blonde boy’s cock even Alfred Jones couldn’t help but shiver and arch his back.

                “Oh God…”

                “No,” Ivan purred, licking the back of his ear. “Just me.”

                The first thrust nearly shoved Alfred’s hips into the bedding below. Ivan might be a considerate lover but in the wake of pleasure and rocking into his prisoner’s warm, wet insides it was hard to keep his strength in check. For Alfred it was like having his insides reamed by an enormous beast, but somehow his flesh molded inside on instinct to allow Ivan’s uncommonly large cock to sink deeply into his ass time and time again. With each thrust inside Alfred became more convinced that his body was on the verge of breaking, and yet Ivan’s calloused hand never paused palming the sensitive flesh of his captive’s dick in time with the snapping of his hips forward against the back of the teenager’s thighs.

                It was both Heaven and Hell wrapped up into one very confusing package, and Alfred found himself vaguely aware of twin tears trickling down his cheeks to wet the blankets beneath as the American finally arched his back and grit his teeth against the unwilling orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. Hated or not, he couldn’t seem to control his young body’s reaction to such intimate stimulus, leaving Ivan the victor in their unspoken battle of wills as Alfred’s cock twitched and spilled his milky seed over the soldier’s fist. The Russian was close before, but once Alfred found his release there was nothing more preventing Ivan from ramming his hips forward a half-dozen times more and spilling his own semen into the thin latex barrier separating him from the delicious silk of his lover’s innermost walls.

                This should have been Ivan’s cue for cuddling and reassuring the smaller blonde, but against his better judgment the Russian couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped his lips as he withdrew from the teenager’s thoroughly fucked body then peeled the used condom from his softening flesh. Alfred’s accusing expression did dampen his amusement slightly, but the tears on his lover’s face were too cute for the boy’s own good. Although Ivan’s chiding expression and the grin on his lips did set Alfred to seething, the Soviet’s fingers were gentle when brushing the tears from his captive’s tanned cheeks.

                “Why Alfred cry now? I do know sex not hurt so much.”

                “It fucking does when it’s a dude ramming you, Ivan!”

                “There is much worse pain.”

                “How the FUCK would you know?”

                He didn’t expect his companion to fall silent for a spell or the unusually contemplative look in the soldier’s eyes though Ivan’s face betrayed no other hint of deep emotion.

                “I was age of six when my mother new husband make sex with me first time. He did not make any easy. No stretch; no oil to make easy. Of two long days I did not be able for walk. I too cry, Alfred. And for my cry he punish me more.”

                Ivan’s hand idly drifted to one of the large scars splayed across his back and the top of his shoulder. Alfred had wondered about the dozens of vivid welts marring his captor’s flesh before, but after hearing the story behind them the American rather wished he had just kept his mouth shut and never learned of their origin. So Ivan too was a scared little boy once in a situation maybe not so different from Alfred’s own. In twenty years, would Alfred too lose his mind and become a hollow, homicidal shell of a man?

                “…I’m sorry, Ivan.” What more could he say to this soldier that had obviously been through much more than even Alfred had experienced in his seventeen years to date? All this time he had spent hating this man, and although the American still had every intention of escaping from his captor there was now a tiny glint of pity for the Soviet as well buried deep under the many layers of hate that he had cultured and grown over the last two days trapped in Ivan’s company not by choice.

                “You are strong. Alfred be very much alike of little blonde boy.”

                “Who?”

                “The blonde boy travel with friend of Alfred. The boy for say to me ‘go fuck yourself’ when I lay knife in friend. The boy for who run away of me.”

                Ivan’s eyes danced in amusement. He could see a faint glimmer of hope in Alfred’s expression while the American scarcely dared to breathe for fear that this might just be a fleeting dream. There was no way…

                “He…Arthur’s alive? The blonde dude, he ran away?”

                “He run, yes, but little boy does not live.” He could practically feel confusion radiating from the smaller boy, but Ivan opted to ignore it for the moment and instead guided the eager American to lie beside him once again beneath the warm blankets before he continued. “He is boy who jump off train.”

                “Then he’s alive! Arthur escaped!”

                “No, little one. If man jump, both leg and foots do injure. Many kilometer far of help. Your friend die in jump or cold.”

                As much as Alfred wanted to believe that his best friend was alive and safe somewhere, Ivan had a point. Even if Arthur had managed to escape his fall without serious injury, where could he possibly go? This country was little more than miles and miles of frozen wasteland and swirling blizzards with people and dwellings few and far between. Most likely his best friend was lying in a ditch somewhere with mangled legs and his body ridged after having frozen to death all alone in a strange land.

                “Do not cry, Alfred. We make sex for feel good, da? I will be gentle much more this time.”

                “Fuck you, bastard! You killed him! You killed everyone! Don’t…Don’t you ever touch me again.”

                He wasn’t really anticipating the swiftness with which Ivan’s hand gripped his throat or the threatening bass tones in the Soviet’s voice as Ivan pressed their lips together though it was not quite kiss, but rather an effort to force Alfred to focus on each growled word as they were spoken directly into his flesh.

                “I will touch Alfred as I wish to touch.”

                Terror was a powerful incentive not to struggle against the large soldier as Ivan’s body slowly shifted atop him once again to spread Alfred’s thighs wide enough to accommodate his captor’s broad hips. He could feel the head of Ivan’s renewed erection nudging against the aching entrance to his body, but although he made no effort to fight or curse the older man Ivan’s hand never left his throat.

                “Please,” he begged softly, “at least use a condom?”

                “No.”

                Undeterred, Ivan slid slowly into the warm cavern of flesh that he was now intimately familiar with, shivering slightly as this time there was no latex barrier to keep him from enjoying the sensation of warm, wet silk wrapped around his dick seeking to wring another orgasm from his loins. There was no point in protesting any of it once the soldier began thrusting inside his captive in earnest. Biting back his cries of pain and anguish, Alfred could only squeeze his eyes shut and pray to any god that would listen to end this nightmare one way or another. Although the American put on airs of being strong and cocky, deep down Alfred knew that he was far too timid to escape the only way that he knew how. If only, he lamented between jolting thrusts, he could somehow dig deep within himself and find the strength to follow Arthur’s lead and jump.

~ * ~ To Be Continued ~ * ~

[1] “Leave us. Now.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Ivan!”

“You should be.”

[2] “I think you killed those men, Ivan.”

“No one will believe you.”

“I will make them believe.”
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