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Frozen Shadow	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1815 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
***Warnings: Language, time-period language, yaoi, humor
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
Chapter 4
It was a pleasant dream.
Arthur lay in a field of wild flowers behind the ranch, book resting casually over his chest as he soaked in some afternoon sun. Beneath him the ground vibrated softly, and the faint sound of approaching horseshoes on dirt came his way. With eyes still closed, Arthur smiled, as he knew exactly who it was; the object of his desires here on this ranch. The horse neighed.
"Better watch for them bitin' ants!"
"Alfred, I would have felt them by now." He sat up to look at the cowboy atop the horse. "What are you doing out here?"
"Just wonderin' where you were. Me and Ol' Glory here," He pat her neck. "Were just goin' out for a ride. Wanna join us?"
Arthur looked skeptical. "I haven't ridden a horse in a long while."
"Pfft! I'll do all the ridin', don't you worry none! Hop on! I'll give ya a lift!"
Arthur got up, slipped his book in his bag and let Alfred help him up onto the horse. Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist, by which he was able to feel the hard muscles rippling beneath. He flushed as the cowboy dramatically reared his horse and they rode off through the open land; across the meadow, and into the woods. Suddenly, things became cold. Arthur didn't like it. There was a fog, and then it cleared, but he found that he was no longer riding the horse. Instead, he was on his back with his legs partly spread as a warm hand palmed his groin. "Alfred?" He moaned the name, but the other didn't answer. A warm body moved up beside him, going further than before. They slipped their hand under his pants to further massage his groin, slowly stirring him to life. "Mmm…" He moaned in delight, arching slightly into the hand. 'Dirt. Musk. Lots of musk.' Arthur's brows furrowed as he started to come out of his dream state. And he woke up.
He was in Ivan's cabin, in Ivan's bed. Not in a warm sunny field covered in wildflowers. In a cold, dark and dank cabin. But that wasn't the worst part. Someone WAS lying next to him. Someone WAS in his pants. Someone WAS palming his groin. He turned to look, and stared straight into purple. Ivan stared back. Arthur was silent. The rough, filthy calloused hand was IN his pants. Arthur let out a long scream.
"Why do you always scream?" Ivan asked him innocently.
Arthur was frozen for a moment, wide mouth, and glaring. "I JUST WOKE UP WITH A RUSSIAN'S HAND IN MY PANTS! AND YOU QUESTION WHY I AM SCREAMING! GET OUT OF THERE!" Arthur slapped the chubby cheek, forcing Ivan's hand out of his pants. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME LIKE THAT! I AM A GENTLEMAN!"
Ivan rubbed his cheek with a sweet smile. "A gentleman who arches into a warm hand rubbing them is no gentleman at all. You liked it."
"Get away from me! Moster! *slap* Demon! *shove* Yeti! *hair pull*"
The larger of the pair was forced off of his own bed by a raging Englishman. He even whimpered a bit. "Are you wearing a…what is it called? A chastity belt?"
Arthur flushed darkly. "How dare you! You shouldn't know something like that!"
"My father would read to us sometimes." He rubbed the top of his head. "Ouch. Why'd you attack me like that? I was just being nice."
Arthur was grinding his teeth. "Touching someone sexually while they sleep is hardly 'nice'! It's wrong!"
"But-"
"No buts! Bad Ivan! Bad, bad Ivan!"
Ivan's anger from earlier had reverted once again to hurt feelings. He thought for sure he could get Arthur to come around with a bit of pleasure. The blonde was moaning and rolling his hips into him; so why was Arthur acting so angry? "I wasn't doing it to be mean."
"I know that, you nincompoop! But it is NOT proper! It is vulgar, it is rude, and it is degrading!"
"But you had liked it before!"
"Yes, when I thought things were different! When I realized I was here the feelings changed! You don't make friends by sleeping with someone, Ivan!"
Ivan lowered his arms to his sides, looking defeated. "You really don't want to be my friend? We can't be friends? Is it…" he looked down at the floor. "Is it because I'm dirty and I smell?"
"Well, that's a big part of it." He rubbed the wound on his head. "Honestly, Ivan, I mean what I say. I will not sleep with you. Just because I'm here and so are you does not give you the right to force me! That would make you a rapist!"
"Oh. I don't want to be that then."
"Yes, it's good to have goals." He cleared his throat. "Let's just forget this ever happened. Now what time is it?"
Ivan glanced out the window. "Nearing sunrise." He flushed softly, embarrassed and hurt. "You probably don't want to see me now. Sorry for what I did." Ivan went to the door and began dressing in his furs.
"Where are you going?"
"To watch the sunrise."
Arthur said nothing more as he continued to watch Ivan dress, and then the man left the cabin. He lifted himself onto his knees on the bed to look out the window at Ivan, seeing the large man sitting on a porch chair. The chair was turned to the east, where the sun would be rising. Arthur thought back to the previous moment of groping, and how he had wished it really were Alfred who was doing it to him. He obviously hurt Ivan's feelings, but the idea of those big, dirty hands only recently covered in deer inners touching him made his stomach turn. And what was with the change in attitude? Only yesterday Ivan was being cross with him, now he had hands down his pants! 'Remember Arthur, he is a mountain dweller and is not used to having people here.'
Grumbling under his breath, Arthur decided to join Ivan on the porch for the sunrise. There was nothing else to do and he had nowhere to go. He was awake now. So dressing in the warm (and smelly) furs and boots, Arthur let himself out and onto the porch. The air was bitter cold.
"Arthur?" Ivan turned from the chair to look at him. "What are you doing up?"
"Well, you woke me up so I had to do something. I've…always liked the sunrise." He remembered being a young boy in his father's study, watching the early morning sunrise over the far hills.
Ivan smiled. "Want to join me?" He stood up from his chair and offered it to Arthur, who graciously took it.
"Thank you. I was getting a bit dizzy." Arthur looked around at the towering evergreens covered in snow. "There's no…animals around, are there?"
Ivan shook his head. "None that I've seen yet. But look." He pointed to the treetops. "Here comes the sun."
Arthur looked to the trees and saw a line of bright light outline the tops. The sky was full of purple and orange clouds, slowly giving way to blue sky. Arthur couldn't take his eyes off of the sunrise; it was just so beautiful, and for a moment everything was forgotten. Oh how he wished to be back in his father's study. He had to admit, it was peaceful here.
"Are you still mad at me?" Ivan asked.
"Well…it's a new day, so I'll let it go this time. Just don't let it happen again. And give me your hat. My head is cold." Arthur's demand was obeyed, and Ivan placed the fur hat on his head. "Much better. I am wounded, remember?"
"I do."
Arthur crossed his legs. "I'm enjoying the change of atmosphere. Go inside and warm me a cup of that wintergreen tea. I wish to sit and watch the day unfold."
Ivan just stared at him, but slowly nodded and did as he was told. He wasn't accustomed to taking orders, for he was always his OWN boss. But Arthur was such a difficult man! Ivan's tried to be nice, to be mean, and even tried to love, but the Englishman dismissed him. What was he going to do about that man? Ivan wondered if it was only simple lust at having a warm body so close to him. Despite enjoying his hermit life in the mountains, Ivan was still a healthy man with urges like any other. Maybe he was just getting tired of using his hand all the time.
"Ivan!" Arthur was calling him. "Ivan!"
Ivan dropped the kettle to the floor and ran out onto the porch. "What is it?" he saw that Arthur was trembling and pointing to the trees.
"There's people there! People walking!"
"People?" Ivan looked as well and saw the people Arthur was noticing. The Englishman looked scared out of his wits. It made Ivan chuckle. "Shh. Those are Indians. The Nez Perce tribe. They wander from place to place all the time."
Arthur gulped. "Indians? Do they carry arrows and tomahawks and do that…that…" Arthur performed the motion of 'scalping' over his head.
"Ah, I think you mean scalping. Hm, I'm not sure. I don't see why they wouldn't do it. All tribes are different though." Ivan watched them moving through the trees. "They are friendly enough if you don't bother them."
Arthur didn't seem convinced. "Indians and wolves…two beasts that haunt these woods."
Ivan frowned a bit. "The tribe isn't a beast. You know, they believe in spirits that they call 'weyekin'. I'm not sure how it all works, but the weyekin is a spirit that guards and guides you. It can take many forms, mostly of animals." Ivan thought about the lynx, and suddenly he made a connection. A sweet connection, one that Arthur would hate and never believe. "Isn't that nice?"
"Just peachy. Ah! One's looking at us!"
"Be calm, Arthur. They are only traveling to their home. They've passed my cabin before…and they've been in here. One or two warriors really."
Arthur looked at him in furious surprise. "I don't want any Indians near me! Do you hear me? None! Do not invite them into your house!"
Ivan was prepared to speak for the Nez Perce tribe, but knew it would fall on deaf ears. "Alright, I won't let them in. They are walking right past us." Ivan smiled and waved.
"Don't wave at them! Are you crazy? I don't want to be scalped!"
"But you have nothing to fear from them! You are an Englishman!" Ivan clapped his hands.
"Idiot! I have white skin! To them, I'm an American! They'll scalp me for sure! They do strange dances and sing odd songs! It's like they're chanting the Devil!"
Ivan continued to wave. "Just be friendly and wave. They are only passing by. To them, the white man is the Devil."
A sound whistled through the air and something landed in the snow. Arthur stared at the spot, wide-eyed, at the feather tip sticking out of the snow. Ivan went over to it, pulled it out, and saw that it was an arrow. He showed it to Arthur who responded with. "We'll both be turned into kumquats" And slapped a hand to his face.
"Don't be scared! This is just a signal arrow. It means they see us and they say 'hello'."
"Sure." He stood up from the chair. "I want to go inside. Now."
Ivan opened the door for him. Arthur hurried inside, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to get warm. "Hurry! Start a fire! I'm freezing my arse off!" He went over to the bed and sat down, choosing to keep the smelly furs on him for warmth while Ivan started the fire. Once the fire was ablaze in the hearth, Ivan set to making tea while Arthur stared out the window, watching for the Indians.
"You can rest easy now, Arthur. They won't come to this cabin. We're not causing them any harm or threatening them."
Arthur glanced back at him. "How can you be so sure?"
"I've spoken to them before. I've met them."
"You spoke to them?"
Ivan nodded, taking out the tealeaves. "They speak English, as well as their native tribal language. The ones I spoke to didn't have good English, but it was enough that I could understand." Arthur had turned back to the window. "About this morning-"
"We won't speak any further of it. It's over."
"But why not?"
"Because I don't want to! It makes me very uncomfortable. Now who are they?" He pointed out the window.
Ivan went over to look. "They aren't Indians. Those are other mountain men."
Arthur looked at him. "Other mountain men? So more men like you? Are they your friends? They look like they're coming here!"
Ivan frowned. "That's because they ARE."
Three men were riding their dog sleds through the snow towards his cabin. He was certain he knew who they were. Arnie, Bruce, and Harold; three mountain men coming back from their journey of raiding and stealing in Nez Perce territory, among other tribes. It was often an unwritten law of mountain courtesy to welcome in weary travelers, especially during the winter season. But Ivan was skeptic; for he had a feeling they were here for more than just a seat at his table. They were troublemakers, but ones he had to be careful not to cross, for there were three of them and only one of him. All it would take for them to get revenge is some dry wood and they can torch his house.
"So why are they coming here?"
"To share our table. It's a nice gesture to feed your fellow man and help them in time of need." He glanced at Arthur, who appeared uncomfortable at that particular statement. "For us mountain dwellers, at least. Just remain here in the bed, and try not to say much."
"How about I pretend to be asleep?"
Ivan shook his head. "They will be curious about you. Hurry, while we still have time! The safest place for you will be under the bed."
"Under the bed? No! I don't want- " Ivan threw the blanket over his head to silence him. "That was uncalled for!"
Ivan stuffed some furs under the bed so Arthur could keep warm. He stood up and forced the struggling Englishman from his bed and under it. "Just lie in wait here until they're gone. Keep yourself warm with the furs."
Before he could protest, Arthur heard the sound of the sled dogs' barking growing closer. Silently, he lay there, wrapping himself up in the furs. He stared at the door from under the bed, watching as Ivan's boots walked around the room, as if preparing it? Arthur was startled by someone yelling Ivan's name from outside. He watched as the Russian opened the door and stepped to the side, allowing for three men to enter; each more covered in snow than the first. Arthur buried his mouth in the furs to keep his breathing from being heard.
"Long time no see, Russia!" Said one man.
"You know my name, Harold. It's Ivan."
"Yeah, but you're from Russia, so I call you 'Russia'!"
Arthur could only see their boots and hear their words.
"What ya got to eats in this stinkhol', Russia?"
"I recently cut up a deer. I can throw a piece in the cauldron for us?"
"Sounds good to me! Right Arnie?"
"Yeah. Go get it! We're hungry!"
"I'll be right back."
'Don't leave me alone, Ivan!' Arthur whispered to himself.
"He keeps this place so neat." Said one, spitting on the floor and rubbing it in with his boot.
"Aw, look!" mocked one. "He's making baskets to sell! Baskets and knitting! Russia's a big ol' fat lady! Just like me grandmamma!"
"We're not taking a thing." Said another. "We got enough stuff from those redskins. Look! He's coming back!"
'I hate these guys already.' Arthur said to himself, watching as Ivan's boots reentered the cabin. He remained their for a long while as the men spoke of their adventure, what they stole, what they hunted, and what they found. They were heading to a city or a small town, one he had never heard of. He figured it could only be a mountain dweller sort of village where their wives and children stay for harsh winters. But the next conversation to follow chilled him to his bones.
"Hey, Russia, you've seen any guys wanderin' round?"
Ivan answered. "No, I haven't seen any. The Nez Perce passed by earlier this morning."
"Fuck them Injuns. I'm talkin' about a REAL man! He's got blonde hair like butter and straw!" Arthur shuddered. "And get this; his eyes are green! GREEN!"
"And ah, what is so important about this man?" Ivan asked.
Another spoke. "He's got a bounty on his head! They said to have killed him, but they can't find his body. Chances are he's dead by wolf or bear…or really the cold. OR, someone took him in."
Arthur's green eyes widened.
"What is he wanted for?"
"He got into some BAD business!" Said another one of them. "He gots himself involved in all that there moonshine!"
Ivan nodded. "I see. And why are you asking me about him? I haven't seen him."
"Just lettin' you know it's a mighty big bounty 'cause he's such a big shot turned bad guy! The city be offerin' four thousand dollars to the person who finds this guy! And he talks fancy too."
"So you haven't seen him? No one stopped by?"
"No, none at all." Answered Ivan. "I would help you in your hunt, but I have much needed work to do here."
One laughed. "No stolen Injun ladies?"
"I've never stolen a thing." Ivan answered. "Much less a person."
"Well, we're huntin' for that guy. We know he's in this area somewhere. You sure you haven't seen him?"
"Nope."
Arthur just lay under the bed in shock. Ivan knew more about him now. And what's worse is that there is a bounty on his head and what's to stop Ivan from turning him in? Four thousand dollars was a lot of money, especially for these mountain dwellers. He's been so mean to Ivan, which is all the more reason for the Russian to turn him in. He lay there in fear as the men ate and laughed, talking about Indians and animals. After what seemed like years, the three men exited the cabin. Arthur remained where he was until Ivan would tell him it was safe. Was this going to be the end of him? Would Ivan turn him in for a reward?
"You can come out now, Arthur." Called Ivan. "They're gone."
Arthur crawled out from under the bed, looked up at Ivan, and felt tears sting his eyes. "Don't turn me in!"
Ivan blinked and tilted his head. "Turn you in? Why would I turn you in?"
"Four thousand dollars, you nincompoop!" He used the bed as leverage to stand up.
"So?"
Arthur grit his teeth. "You really are stupid! I would turn you in if the roles were reverse!"
Ivan smiled. "But I'm not you. I'm not greedy and selfish."
The Englishman clicked his tongue. "You're not better than me."
"I never said I was."
"You're thinking it."
"I'm thinking about how I just saved your life from those men. I could have turned you over to them, but I didn't."
Arthur wiped at his eyes. "Then you're a stupid fool."
"Takes one to know one." He laughed at the vicious look in Arthur's eyes.
"Just what do you want from me, Ivan? What are your plans?" He narrowed his eyes and brows. "If you plan to blackmail me with sex then know this; it won't be for real and there will be no feelings behind it!"
Ivan grinned. "Fair enough." That caused the other to gasp.
"YOU WOULDN'T!"
Ivan rolled his eyes playfully. "You mentioned it, though, which means you must have a little fantasy about being…dominated?" Silver brows wiggled. Arthur hissed. "We both know I am the alpha here. I am the dominant."
"You're a nutcase! I was just stating the obvious!" He was blushing with anger and…doubt? Something about Ivan's previous words struck him as curious. "Your- your hands were in my pants, fondling me! That means you want me! I'm the only warm body you have here! Why wouldn't you blackmail me with sex?"
Ivan bit the inside of his cheek, trying to restrain from laughing. The next thing he was going to say would warrant a stinging slap from Arthur. "So you're saying…if the roles were different, you would make me the submissive one and you be the dominant?"
Arthur's whole face turned bright red; his hair stood on end; and his blood ran cold.
"You're a naughty little crumpet, aren't you?" Ivan teased.
"How dare you! You…you…you…!" Ivan was just smiling at him. "May you never strike true when hunting an animal!" Ivan laughed. "DON'T LAUGH AT ME!" Arthur felt a pain rip through his head and he cried out. "Now see what you've done? Now I'm in pain!"
"I'll give you more medicine."
Arthur put his hand up. "I don't want any more. The pain isn't too bad right now. But I'm hungry. Give me some of that deer."
Ivan cut off a slice of meat, still warm, and held it out to Arthur. The blonde looked at the piece of meat with a frown. "Oh, right." Ivan put it on a chipped plate and handed it to Arthur, who took it. Still, the Englishman was not happy. He tapped his fingers on the sides of the plate until Ivan realized that he was asking for a fork. And so, Ivan brought him the fork and even a knife. Arthur still was not happy. The man glared at the utensils. "Something wrong?"
"They're dirty. Clean them."
"Then eat with your hands!" Ivan said with a raspberry to the other. "Dandy-boy!"
Arthur took a sharp intake of breath. "DANDY-BOY? How dare you! I am certainly no dandy! I am a GENTLEMAN!"
Ivan smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. "Prove it, then. Pick up that piece of meat with your hands and eat it."
"I don't need to prove anything to you!" He was growing enraged by Ivan's smug smile on his stupid fat face. "FINE!" Arthur picked the slab of meat up in his fist and took a big bite, tearing at the stringy cooked flesh. When he had some in his mouth, he looked at Ivan and chewed loudly. He held out his tongue with the chewed up meat on it, both to prove his point and to insult. Ivan threw his head back and laughed, so Arthur retaliated by tossing the meat at him. The meat slapped hard against Ivan's forehead, leaving a slightly pink mark on the pale flesh. It was Arthur's turn to laugh, and laugh he did.
Ivan didn't move as the meat plopped to the floor by his feet. "Fine then. I won't tell you my idea."
"Idea? What idea? What are you talking about?" Arthur was suspicious.
"None of your business." Ivan picked up the meat and tossed it back into the pot. "But you will be sorry."
Arthur bit at his nails.
/
Some time later, Arthur woke up from a very deep sleep. He had dozed off right after the meat fight with Ivan, but never expected to sleep so soundly. Glancing at the window, he saw it was night. The room was warm and glowing with the firelight. Smacking his dry lips, Arthur slowly sat up in the bed, stretching and cracking his back. Something caught his eye in the big room. In the far corner sat Ivan in that big wooden barrel tub set upon stone, which had a fire burning wildly beneath it. There must be a chimney for there was no smoke in the cabin. But his eyes settled on Ivan, who was lounging back in the tub, his arms encircling the edge. Arthur's jaw hung open. He thought that was a washing barrel! IT WAS A TUB? And it was hot for he could see the steam coming off of Ivan's skin. Ivan's cheeks were flushed red.
"IVAN!"
Ivan opened his eyes to smile at Arthur. "Oh, hello Arthur. Sleep well?"
"How dare you!" Arthur threw the furs off and started to storm over to the tub. "ARE YOU BATHING?"
"Relaxing, actually. My bones ache a bit."
Arthur stopped before the tub to growl at him. "You didn't tell me this was a bath tub!"
Ivan chuckled. "It's really not. My mother used to soak the furs, clothes, and quilts in here. Sometimes I use it for a bath." He grinned.
"You're lying! You're making this a bath to get back at me! That was your 'idea'! You rotten, rotten little- where the hell did you get the water from?"
"It's snow! I"ve been melting it for awhile now. I filled up the tub enough where I could heat the water, so I'm resting. Be a gentleman and throw more wood into the fire?"
Arthur stomped his foot. "Get out of that tub now! I want a bath!"
Ivan bat his silver lashes. "Sorry, but this tub is only for mountain men, not gentlemen."
"You! You…how DARE YOU!" Arthur was grinding his teeth. "GET OUT THAT TUB RIGHT NOW! I NEED TO GET CLEANED!"
Ivan smiled and held up a bar of yellow soap. "Sorry, but this smells like honey. Gentlemen don't use honey."
"WE DO TO! GET OUT OF THERE!"
"Hmm…I'm willing to SHARE the water?"
Arthur's jaw dropped again. Was he serious?
"Well?" Ivan smiled. "Want to come in with me?"
"It's too small for both of us."
"No, it's not. All you have to do is sit between my knees." He laughed at Arthur's angry blush. "You can give me your back, silly! Come on, last time I'll ask you? It's soooo warm and soooo toasty!"
Arthur wanted to box those ears and smack that big nose! How dare Ivan use this against him! The Russian KNEW how much he had wanted a bath and to be clean! He's been holding out on him all this time! And now Ivan is inviting him into the tub? Arthur had to be naked for that. And Ivan was naked! He stared at Ivan's round face, and the let his eyes lower slightly to the broad shoulders and thick arms. Ivan was a stocky fellow, with some 'blubber' to keep him warm in the winter and strong muscles buried beneath. He was bigger than Alfred. Could he share a bath with Ivan? Dare he be naked in front of the man who groped him this morning? Arthur looked at the soap Ivan was dangling in front of him amongst the steam. Warmth. Water. SOAP!
"I'm coming in!" 'So what if he sees me naked?' Arthur reasoned with himself as he started to undress. 'We're both men and I have nothing to be ashamed about. Should he try anything I'll shove that soap in his mouth!'
Ivan was surprised to see Arthur stripping before him. He hadn't seen the man fully naked, only his chest for when he was tending to the shoulder wound. Ivan held his breath and stared when Arthur stood naked before him, the lithe form perfectly smooth and flawless. Arthur held onto the rim of the tub and used the stone insert as a step up. Ivan stared at the long leg as it climbed over the rim only to be joined by a second one. For a moment Ivan was able to see the dark blonde hairs around his groin before Arthur had turned around. The blonde moved fast, barely giving Ivan any time to stare at his rump. The water was hot, and yet Arthur didn't appear affected by it. The Englishman sighed heavily as he settled between Ivan's legs, lower back against groin. Ivan didn't protest to the pressure against his groin or the body that pressed him back against the wall of the tub. Arthur was making himself VERY comfortable for someone who was hesitant to join him.
"Ahhh…now this is nice." Arthur sighed.
"Would you like the soap?"
"Not yet. I'm resting."
A bath! Finally, a REAL bath! Well, it wasn't his bathroom or tub, but it was close enough. Arthur let the hot water seep into every pore and every bone. The bottom was hot yet tolerable. It felt good to sit up as well, using Ivan as a back rest. If the Russian could play these games then so could he. Ivan wanted him. Arthur could feel the increasing heartbeat against his shoulder blade. He would have to be careful now that those men were out looking for him. Ivan said he wouldn't turn him in, but could he really trust the mountain dweller? Perhaps he should play into Ivan's lust and feelings to make the man cherish him. That way, Ivan will never want to give him up. Plus, as he thought before, the Russian knew these woods and could guide him to another town or a railroad. The idea of softening up to Ivan sickened him, but if it would get him out of this hellhole and back into the real world, then he could bare it for a bit. Arthur's played men before, and Ivan will be no different.
"That better be the soap I feel against me." Arthur asked, knowing full well it was the start of Ivan's growing erection.
"Soap? Oh! Soap. Yes, it's the soap!"
"Doesn't matter. I'm too relaxed to care." Arthur leaned his head back to rest it on Ivan's shoulder. He pressed back against the hard member, which grew a little bigger than he had imagined. Arthur's green eyes opened in surprise; Ivan was big, and he was bigger than Alfred in this part too. Although he was only going by the feel of it against his back. If he touched it…Arthur's face turned dark red. Maybe it would be better if he played the virgin card too? No, that would be too obvious to Ivan, especially after how rude he was to the Russian. "Ivan…" he spoke the other's name softly.
"I'm sorry." Ivan whispered against his neck. "I can't help it."
Arthur heard Ivan's arms slip into the water and then felt a calloused hand slide across his lower belly. He shuddered at the feel, both sensual and ticklish. Ivan's other hand slide along his chest, running rough palms over his nipples and forcing them to peek to hardness. The tightening of his sensual parts, above and below, brought forth a moan from his throat. Ivan's lips were suddenly plastered there, nipping and roaming freely along the skin. Yes, Ivan lusted after him, and Arthur was lusting as well, but only for the pleasurable promise of sex, not love. It was time to take control before he gave in to Ivan's hands. Slowly, he pushed Ivan's hands off of him and turned around on his knees in the tub so he was now facing Ivan. Both their faces were flushed, and Arthur liked to believe that it was only from the heat of the water and nothing else.
Ivan stared into green eyes as they stared back with blonde lashes heavily lidded. Arthur was dangerously close to him! The blonde moved closer, pressing their cocks together and chest to chest. Arthur's arms encircled his neck to pull them even closer together. Ivan had never been skin to skin with another person. He never allowed himself to get naked fully when he had been with the women. But the naked feel of Arthur's flawless skin against his own excited him. Arthur was perfectly still against him, with their noses almost touching. Ivan took a daring move by slipping his hands under the water to cup two firm cheeks. He was delighted with a little gasp from Arthur's mouth, and then a purr. Ivan shuddered at the sound, thinking back to his fantasy dream of the lynx becoming Arthur. His erection tightened painfully as it grew and pressed against the other's. Arthur was growing hard for him! All it took was some bath water?
"Ivan, have you ever really been with a man?"
"N-no…have you?"
"Maybe." He smirked. "I have to leave something to your imagination for I'm already naked and pressed against you."
"Arthur…you're not just doing this because you are scared I'll turn you in, are you?" Ivan's brows lifted slightly as he stared into those deep green eyes.
"Of course not." Arthur lied. Well, it was half the truth. "I'm not letting you have your way with me, but I'm allowing for a little bit of fun."
Ivan let him nuzzle at his neck. "But…are you only doing this with me because I'm clean right now?"
"Well, I'd rather be around you when you're clean." That was the truth. "You smell so good now, like honey and musk." He licked a spot on Ivan's neck and smiled against the skin. "I like it."
"You aren't just saying that?"
Arthur pulled back to playfully pout at him. "Why don't you believe me?"
"W-Well, this morning you…you hated my touch."
"I was asleep and being groped against my will."
"You're always so mean to me."
Green eyes twinkled. "I'm getting used to you. After the way you protected me from those men…I started to think about you a little differently." Arthur saw the hopeful look on the Russian's face. This was just too easy. "You still have a long way to go until you are worthy of me, but I think you can manage it." He saw Ivan's brows furrow a bit at the insult, but Arthur knew just how to make him forget. "Here, let me show you what I mean." Keeping eye contact with Ivan, Arthur let his hand slide slowly down Ivan's rippled stomach to tease at the curls there before creeping lower. Purple eyes closed as he wrapped his hands around the massive length, blushing at the width of it in his palm. "I wouldn't touch you like this if I didn't want to. Besides, being naked like this and smelling so good…well…you're much more desirable to me."
Ivan's eyes widened. "You desire me?"
"Only like this." He squeezed the tip to enforce his words. Next thing he knew chapped lips were pressed against his, kissing him passionately and sucking the breath from him. Ivan's kiss was rough and demanding, the thick tongue pushing past to fill his mouth. Strong arms wrapped around him, trapping him in a death grip. He started to panic. If he blew his cover now there was no chance of him getting Ivan to do what he wanted. But those arms were squeezing the life from him. Those lips were commanding and calloused hands roamed all over his back.
Had he gone too far?
End Chapter 4 TBC
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