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Frozen Shadow	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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***Warning: Mild Yaoi, language, humor
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
Chapter 5
"Ivan!" Arthur forcefully broke away from the kiss. "Ivan, stop! Stop it!"
"But all those things you said!" Ivan was still trying to kiss him. "They made me happy!"
'Obviously!' Arthur said to himself, constantly darting his face away from Ivan's seeking lips. "You're getting too forceful! I don't like it!" If he wanted to get Ivan to understand him, then he would have to talk in simple, firm words. "Stop! I'm not happy! No more!"
Ivan's eyes widened slightly at the sudden change in Arthur's desire for him. Silently, he pulled his arms away to flop them lazily in the water beside him. Green eyes were giving him that 'I'm an angry Englishman' look. "What did I do bad?"
"You just…started sucking on me as if I were a tasty treat! You have to learn control, Ivan! Let's get one thing straight here, okay?" He grabbed Ivan by the ears and forced the man to look him in the eye. "I'm the boss here. When it comes to sex, mating, making love, whatever you want to call it, I'm the alpha."
"I'm not the alpha?" Ivan blinked. "But this is my home and my woods."
Arthur gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "When it comes to mating, I'm the alpha. I tell you what to do and how to do it. That will make me very happy. Everything else…well, we'll negotiate together. I mean we'll do it together, okay?"
Ivan just gave a silent nod while Arthur straddled his thighs in the tub.
"Now then, why don't you wash me?" He held up the bar of soap. "Just lather and rub. Massage too."
"Okay."
Ivan rubbed the soap between his palms, dropped the bar in the water, and began at Arthur's good shoulder. He rubbed gently, working on the lather. At Arthur's tiny moan and smile, Ivan knew he was doing something right, and that pleased him. He was careful around the wounded shoulder, making sure to avoid the bandage. Finding the soap and lathering again, he moved his hands to Arthur's chest, using the palms of his fingers to massage. He then moved his hands to Arthur's sides, running them up and down the length of his torso. Arthur's body was much smaller than his. The Englishman was indeed a 'gentleman'; pay others to do your dirty work and live off the profits. Arthur's body and hands do not know what it's like to hold an axe, carry wood, aim a gun, or even pick a crop. But the blonde was still beautiful, and he was sweet company, even if he was a grumpy old toad most of the time.
'He can be gentle.' Arthur thought as he closed his eyes and let Ivan's hands roam his body. His plan was already working; he had gotten Ivan to submit through a little bit of sweet talk and seduction. Arthur was dying for a good massage, and Ivan was giving him one to the best of his ability. Yet he knew how strong Ivan really was, and how these gentle hands could act like steel vices and sledgehammers if they needed to. Arthur remembered the moment when Ivan's hand was around his throat, slowly choking the life out of him, yet the Russian was barely using any force. And there was still the mystery of Ivan's mental state, being a little 'dim'. Arthur couldn't rule out if he was just to used to solidarity or if he was indeed slow to think. Ivan was a simpleton in his eyes, but what was the Russian to others?
"Do you like it, Arthur?"
"Yes, you're doing well." Arthur gave him a peck on the nose and then turned around in the tub, sitting on his knees with his back to Ivan. "Do my back now, would you? And my belly."
"Belly? But the soap won't reach there. It will float."
Arthur gave him a sly smirk over his wounded shoulder. "Who says I need to have soap?" He was thrilled with the little blush that crossed Ivan's nose.
"Oh…oh okay." Ivan lathered up the other's back, using his thumbs to rub and massage along the spine. When Arthur purred under his touch he immediately thought back to his dream with the lynx. It stirred his groin awake once again.
"You like when I purr?" Arthur purred again, pressing his backside against Ivan's arousal. The Russian squeaked out the word 'yes', making Arthur chuckle a bit. That was sort of…cute. Now he could begin molding Ivan like fine clay. He had another trick up his sleeve. Surprising Ivan, he stood up from the tub, carefully stepped out, and shivered at the sudden chill to his wet skin. Looking back at Ivan, he sauntered over to the fireplace to seat his body on the bearskin rug. Keeping his gaze with Ivan's, Arthur ran his hand along the fur, silently enticing the other to join him. Arthur had to refrain from laughing out loud at Ivan's clumsy reaction coming out of the tub. First the man tripped on the rim stepping out, and then he slipped on the wet floor but caught himself. Arthur waited patiently for the larger man to join him, taking notice of Ivan's FULL naked form. If there was a 'bigfoot' as some Americans spoke of, then Arthur believed he might have found it.
It was just like his dream! Arthur was naked and waiting for him on the rug in front of the fire! The heat of the flames warmed their wet skin as they looked upon one another. Arthur was allowing him to gaze at his body, but Ivan knew not to touch unless the blonde told him to. What exactly was the Englishman trying to do? Just seduce him? Tease him? If it were one of the two, they were both working.
"Ivan," Arthur started "I'm a little cold. Could you put more wood on the fire? I want us to stay here for a little bit longer."
If Ivan had a tail, it would be wagging as he jumped to do just as Arthur said. He threw a few more logs onto the fire then knelt in front of Arthur, waiting for what would come next. He was pleased that the man wasn't yelling at him.
"Your touch felt wonderful on me. I could use a little more rubbing." Still keeping his gaze with Ivan, Arthur slowly laid his body down on the rug, rolling to rest on his belly. He rests his head in folded arms and lifts his leg to drag his toes along Ivan's thigh. "A little more rubbing, please?"
"Yes!" Ivan knelt beside the basking beauty whose lovely skin was still dotted with water. He used both hands on Arthur's good shoulder, rubbing at the tense muscles. He slowly massaged down Arthur's back, using his thumbs and palms to add pressure where needed. Arthur was purring and moaning beneath his touch. Ivan glanced down at the tight and perfect backside of his 'lynx'. How easy it would be to just mount him like this, doing it the animal way. His groin ached with the growing need for release, yet he did not want to ask Arthur to help relieve him of his urges. He hoped that Arthur would want to do it himself, and he wouldn't need to ask.
"Ivan?"
"Yes, Arthur?"
"I wish we could keep going…but I have a terrible headache where my wound is."
"Your wound? What kind of pain is it?"
"The kind of pain that hurts!" Arthur didn't mean to snap, but what a stupid question! "It really hurts, so can you make me some of that medicine?"
Ivan felt his arousal begin to shrink. "Oh, yes, of course." He didn't want Arthur to be in pain.
"Carry me to bed?" Ivan scooped him up gently and brought him over to the bed, laying him upon the furs. "Cover me?" Ivan did so. "Can you make me some tea with the medicine? I think the hot bath aggravated my wound and I feel a bit ill. Tea makes everything better." Ivan nodded and padded away, still naked, to perform the said tasks. Arthur rolled over, giving his back to Ivan so he could snicker softly. 'This is just too easy! I'll have him doing tricks like a dog soon!'
Pleased with himself, Arthur lay quietly in wait for Ivan, continuing to play the 'sick' role.
/
Ivan was very happy with how things were playing out with Arthur. All it took was a little simple bath, and the Englishman was on him like bees to flowers. He only wished Arthur didn't start to feel sick. Ivan easily made the medicine and a cup of tea, placing them on the shelf. He didn't want Arthur feeling alone, so he would sit with the blonde in bed for this. Ivan picked up the bench and brought it over to the bed, laying it beside the frame to use as a table. Arthur had turned around to watch him curiously. He brought over the cups to place them on the bench.
"This will have to do for now, Arthur. I promise to make you a nice little bedside table tomorrow."
"Oh, don't bother. This will work fine. Thank you." Arthur sat up in the bed. "What are you doing?" He asked as Ivan suddenly slid his body forward on the sheets.
"Sitting behind you."
"Whatever for?"
"To keep you warm, and to hold you, and to comfort you."
Arthur didn't know what to say to that, so instead he let the large man rest behind him against the headboard. Ivan took the top fur blanket and carefully threw it over his shoulders, using the rest to cover their bodies. He hugged him close.
"Are you warm?" Ivan asked.
"Yes. Thank you." Arthur reached his hand out from under the fur to take the cup of tea.
"Shouldn't you take the medicine first?"
"Oh, yes, I must have mixed them up." Arthur switched quickly, sipping at the medicine. It was hard to lift his arms and drink while Ivan's massive ones were around his waist. Then, the round chin rests on his shoulder, nuzzling the head wound gently with a cheek.
"I don't want you to hurt anymore. Please get better."
Arthur almost dropped the cup. "What did you say?"
"I said that I wish for you to get better. I don't want you to hurt anymore."
The Englishman felt his face grow warm. "Well…" he cleared his throat "I'll get better shortly. I guess you're rushing me because you want to have more 'fun', is that it?" He felt Ivan shake his head 'no'.
"I know you don't want to believe it, but I do actually care for you to get better simply because you are a man like me. Shouldn't love our fellow man? You don't make it easy for people to like you for YOU, Mr. Rich Englishman."
Arthur sneered, but Ivan couldn't see. "And just what do you mean by that?"
"You buy friendship with all your money, but no one really likes you for who you are. Money can't buy happiness."
"HA! The hell it can! You have the money to buy things that will MAKE you happy! Besides," he took a sip "Everyone knows that friends really just want something from you. I've learned in all my years of being a business owner that you can't trust anybody, friend or foe."
Ivan sighed. "That is very sad to hear. I feel sorry for you, Arthur Kirkland. It's very hard for me to make friends living all the way out here, but friendship is something I know I would like."
"Then move to the city!" Arthur sharply turned his body as far as it could to look at Ivan. This was his chance to get back to civilization! "Move where the people are and you can make friends! I can help you make friends!"
Ivan gave him a crooked smile. "But you don't really have any friends."
Arthur frowned. "Well, then you can teach me how to make friends. I'll introduce you and then YOU can be their best friend!" He grinned.
"Ah, but if I recall…" Ivan tapped his lip. "Someone is on the city's 'naughty' list for doing some bad things."
"Hey, I made MANY people happy with that moonshine! It was business!"
"It's illegal."
"As if you'd know! What's the worse thing you ever did? Poked a bear? Kick down a beaver's dam?" Arthur scoffed. "Like there's so much one can do out here in the middle of nowhere." He said with sarcasm.
Ivan chuckled. "Then that's all the more reason for you to live out here with me! You can do no wrong, and your nearest neighbors are animals!"
"And Indians. Don't forget the Indians." He shuddered. "But I'm not living here with you, Ivan. I don't belong in this world of yours. I need buildings. I need roads, carriages, wine, music, books, and the theater! You can't provide me with these things."
Ivan pouted sadly, his shoulders slumping and his hands falling away from Arthur's waist. "You're right, I can't." He straightened up then when he got an idea. "But if I could show you all the nice things about the forests and mountains, you'll want to stay here with me!"
"Oh no!" Arthur spun around until he was on his knees, placing the cup back down on the bench. "I'm too sick and wounded to travel! It's too cold and snowy and…and there's bears out there! Bears and wolves and…and who knows what else! No! I'm staying right here until I'm well enough for you to take me to a city!" He covered his mouth quickly with both hands. He hadn't expected to blurt out his whole plan like that.
Ivan tilted his head. "You want me to take you to a new city? That's very far away, Arthur, and it's the middle of winter in Montana."
"W-well…didn't you expect to take me back to the city? You didn't really think I would stay here with you, did you? I wouldn't mind if you came with me to the city, but I can't live here, Ivan. I can't. Even my home in England is nowhere near this. We do not have such harsh winter conditions in England. We have rain. Rain and fog."
"Doesn't sound like a pretty place."
"Oh, but it is! England has its own personal charm!"
Ivan smiled. "So do my woods." Arthur frowned. "I would like to show you more of my world, Arthur. I think I deserve that much. I saved you from death. I've cleaned up your vomit and empty your chamber pot. I feed you, bathe you, clothe you, and nurse you. The least you could do is let me show you my world."
Now what could he say to that? Arthur seethed. Ivan's request was understandable, but the thought of walking the snowy woods was insufferable! Yes, Ivan deserved to be compensated for his kind treatment and hospitality, but a walk through the woods? These woods that were full of wandering Indians and wild animals? Indians running around like a bunch of wild animals? Coming to scalp him? Arthur's hands immediately moved to cover his head.
"Arthur? What are you doing? Does your head hurt?"
"No, you bloody fool! I don't want to get scalped!"
Ivan looked around. "No one else is here but me."
"Ivan, I don't want to go walking in the woods!"
"Please, just give it a try? One time. That's all I ask. One time."
Arthur looked at that stupid face with those big stupid purple eyes and stupid nose and stupid sad smile. "What about the bears?"
"Most of them are hibernating. But if we make too much noise walking by a den we may wake them up and get chased." Ivan smiled sweetly at Arthur's look of horror. "We must fear the wolves and mountain lions the most at this time of year."
Arthur clicked his tongue. "So we have wolves, mountain lions, sleeping bears, and Indians to contend with. Is that correct?" Ivan nodded. "Then forget it!" He sat on his bottom and crossed both legs and arms. "You can just call me, 'Big Chief Who Sits and Drinks Tea' of the Bloody Hell tribe!"
Ivan smiled. "I'll let you have the tub all to yourself when we get back. I will feed you while you're bathing, too."
Arthur peeked open a green eye. "When do we leave?"
/
'Oh Lord in sweet Heaven above…what have I done?'
Arthur stood like a piece of heavy marble as Ivan put the finishing touches on his 'winter' uniform. First were the layers, long johns and knitted socks; at least two pairs overlapping. Then came the woolen tunic and pants, followed by the first layer of fur coat. It was more like a vest, covering his shoulders, chest, and hips. Next came fur leg warmers, which Ivan tied around his limbs with leather string. Then the boots; deer hide boots with fur both inside and out. Next was a fur shawl, this one made from a bear. It covered his chest and arms to the elbow. A belt was put around his waist with a few little pouches for food and supplies. Ivan draped a heavy cloak atop his shoulders and tied it for him, followed by some leather gloves and more fur. And finally, there was the HAT. It was a Russian style hat, for Arthur had seen them before. It was very homemade. Ivan let it adorn his blonde head, straightened it out, and made sure the earflaps were covered and tied beneath the chin. Ivan had a knitted scarf that he threw and wrapped around Arthur's neck, covering up nose and mouth.
"You look simply darling!" Ivan said in a mock English accent.
"I look like the remains of a fur trader's wagon that just ran over a stick of dynamite!"
"But you'll thank me when you're not cold!" Ivan grinned and took him by the hand. "Come now, its time to go! I will show you all the special spots near the cabin!"
Arthur frowned. "Forgive me if my enthusiasm is delayed." He was tugged out the door.
They had barely made it away from the cabin and up the hill before Arthur started whining. Ivan was trying to keep his calm throughout all the complaining. The snow was too deep. The snow was too cold. The boots were too tight. The sky was too gray. The hat was making him itch. The gloves were making him itch. The scarf was making him itch. He was tired. He was hungry. He was cold. He was cranky. Never had he heard so much whining coming from one person! He had always thought women were the biggest whiners, but apparently, no one has met Arthur Kirkland. Ivan wanted to just push the man into the snow face first and then sit on him to shut that mouth. If not the snow, then perhaps the small axe at his belt would work?
"Just where are we going?" Arthur asked.
"To the top of this mountain."
"Why?"
"Because that's where we're going."
'Why did I agree to this? All for the promise of a hot bath and being fed like a king.' Arthur looked at Ivan's fur clad back, focusing on the shotgun and massive axe slung across it. Ivan was carrying almost everything; the weapons, the water, and the supply bag. The man moved through the snow with added weight as if he were carrying a simple shoulder bag. Arthur was panting and choking on the fresh mountain air heavy with the frost of winter. So far he was NOT enjoying this little trip.
Finally they had reached the top of the hill overlooking the cabin. Ivan had actually made it to the top ages ago and he was just waiting for Arthur to join him. The Englishman had been reduced to mere crawling up the hillside.
"Oh, you're here! Now I can trim my long white beard!" Ivan teased, pretending to stroke his imaginary beard.
"Shut it, Yeti!" Arthur sneered as he came to stand beside him. "So, what am I looking at?"
"The view!" Ivan held out his arms at the sight of his cabin, the open white field, and the few trees.
"Delightful." Arthur smirked. "Can we go back now?"
Ivan shook his head. "No! We still have much to see!"
Arthur whined. "I've seen enough for today!"
"Silly boy! There is much more!" Ivan took his hand and walked him along the top of the mountain, passing by trees and brambles. "I used to play up here as a child with my sisters. My youngest sister would always pretend to be the Baba Yaga and hunt us. I want to show you my hiding place!"
'If Baba Yaga could sweep me away right now, I'd let her.' Arthur said silently while he was dragged through the snow to a large hole in the ground beneath some giant root. "And this is?"
"My hiding place! Natalia could never find me here! See? Look down inside! It's all hollow!"
Arthur just smiled. "I'll take your word for it. I'd rather not look down a dark ho- AHH!"
Ivan covered his mouth as he watched the snow give way beneath Arthur's foot and the Englishman went tumbling into the hole. 'Uh oh.'
"OH MY GOD! THERE'S A DEAD SOMETHING DOWN HERE! GET ME OUT!"
Ivan reached down and grabbed Arthur by the back of his cloak and hoisted him up with one hand. Arthur's feet were kicking wildly.
"BONES! I SAW BONES! INDIAN BURIAL GROUNDS!"
Ivan pulled him into a hug. "Arthur, you are so cute! That's not an Indian burial ground! Some animal just died down there. I'll show you where the burial grounds are."
"HELL NO! BLOODY HELL NO! I WANT TO GO HOME!"
Purple eyes widened. "You…you called my cabin 'home'!"
"What? NO!" Arthur made a face and Ivan brought him into a crushing hug. "That's not what I- Ah, forget it." Arthur said in defeat while Ivan just nuzzled their cheeks together.
They continued on along the mountaintop where they could still see the cabin through the trees. Ivan pointed out various types of trees and winter plants, trying to educate Arthur on some basic points of nature. Arthur just could not see the beauty in this place like Ivan could. Arthur was still moaning and complaining behind him, so Ivan tried to think of something he could do to please the man. Arthur liked to be fancy, so he should make something for him from the woods. His answer came at the sight of a large holly tree. Grinning, Ivan rushed over to it and plucked a healthy twig of it fresh with red berries. He went back to the miserable man.
"Arthur, here, I got this for you."
Arthur looked at the green leaves with red berries with a heavy lifted brow. "It looks like it will hurt."
"Only if you touch it the wrong way." Ivan smiled as he tucked the bough of holly in one of the leather stitched 'x's on the fur cloak.
Arthur looked down at it right above his heart. "Okay, well, one does like a touch of color."
"It's called holly."
"I know what it's called!" He snapped. "Sorry, it's a nice gesture. Now can we go home?"
"Not yet. It's still early! I have another spot I want to show you." Ivan led him further into the woods where they came upon a small pond completely iced over and glossy. "Sometimes I come fishing here in the summer. Do you like fish, Arthur?"
Arthur smirked. "I don't mind them. I would always prefer meat over fish, though. And bread. I love bread and scones."
"Oh! Yay!" Ivan clapped his gloved hands. "In the spring and summer I have a stone oven outside where I bake fresh bread! I'll have to make it for you some time!"
'If I'm still here, that is.' "Sure, that sounds nice." He raised a brow as Ivan began taking off the weapons and supply belt. "What are you doing?" Arthur gawked as Ivan suddenly stepped onto the ice. "You stupid behemoth! You'll fall through the ice and I can't save you!"
Ivan put a finger to his lips. "Do you want to wake up the bears?" Arthur gasped, darting his head around in search of said 'bears'. "And don't worry, the ice is strong and thick. Come onto it."
"No." Arthur crossed his arms.
"Don't be afraid."
"Who's afraid?" Arthur challenged. "I'm not afraid of some ice! If it can hold your massive tub of lard then it should hold me!" He lifted his foot, prepared to put it on the ice but hesitated. He wasn't 'scared', but just didn't know how to skate. He'd never had the opportunity before.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" Ivan teased, bending his arms to mimic bird wings. "Chicken?" He started clucking.
Arthur fumed, turning red in the face. "No one laughs at me! I'll show you!" He stepped onto the ice, and immediately slipped. With a gasp and another slip, Arthur found himself 'dancing' on the ice, desperately trying to gain his balance. He could hear Ivan laughing, and saw that the man was pointing at him. With a mighty slip, Arthur crash-landed onto the ice on his back, his legs in the air. "Ow."
Ivan slid over to him with all the grace of a swan. "Well done. I couldn't have done better if I had done it myself, and believe me, I wanted to."
"Oh, har har har, good chap." Arthur gave a murderous smile behind the scarf. "Now help me up!" he was lucky to be wearing so many layers to soften his fall.
Ivan gave a gleeful smile. "Nope, nope, nope!"
"WHAT!?"
"I want to see YOU get up!"
"Oh!" He grumbled. "Why you…you…FINE THEN!" Now began Arthur's embarrassing struggle to stand on the ice. His first attempt was to try and roll over onto his stomach so he could crawl away. However, the ice was slippery, and there was nothing around for him to grasp at. Right now he was spinning and flopping around like a fish. Arthur glanced up at Ivan to see the man smiling sweetly, clearly finding enjoyment in his struggle. Revenge, Arthur assumed. Then he attempted to plant his feet down and push himself backwards to the snowy shore; he could not get his boots to stay flat. Slip. Slip. Slip. Slip. "BLOODY HELL!"
Ivan watched him patiently. "Would you like me to lend a hand?"
"YES!" Ivan held out his hand and Arthur took it. But the man chose to be evil, and let him go. Arthur fell back onto the ice. "DAMN IT!"
"Oopsie doopsie!" he grinned. "Here, let's try this." He helped Arthur to roll over onto his belly.
"Finally! You've done some good!" Now that he was on his belly he could use his limbs to crawl to shore. First he moved his legs, lifting them until he was on his knees. Now, for the front.
Ivan couldn't pass this chance to be impish. With a silly smile, Ivan blushed with glee and kicked Arthur in the seat of his pants.
Arthur went down.
Ivan laughed.
Arthur fumed.
"Oopsie doopsie! My foot slipped!"
Arthur gave another murderous grin. "Oh, it slipped, did it?" 'Just you wait, Ivan. I will have my revenge, but not here. This is not my element. But when we get back to the cabin, so God help me…you will SUFFER!' Maintaining his pride, Arthur continued his struggle to make it to shore. This time he got onto all fours. Slowly, and carefully, he began his crawl. But his left hand slipped, and down went his front with his arms stretched out, ass up. Arthur just lay there, glaring at the snowy shore so close yet so far.
Ivan swallowed hard at the sight of Arthur's raised rump in the air. His knees were spread wide, as if the Englishman were 'presenting' himself to him. Ivan couldn't resist the temptation of that pert ass dotted with bits of frost and snow. Sliding over, Ivan got to his knees, perfectly balanced after years of practice. He grasped Arthur's hips, heard the other gasp, and arched forward. Ivan shuddered with desire, for this was the absolute perfect angle for mating! How he wished they were back at the cabin.
"Ivan! What are you doing? Stop- oh!" Arthur blushed as he felt the tip of Ivan's erection sliding against his clothed cleft.
He was helpless on this ice! He could barely get a footing to fight back. But despite all this, the humping felt good. Really good. Why would he be getting turned on by this in the first place? He squeezed his eyes tight and tried to cover his moans in the scarf. He couldn't hold back the gasped yelp at Ivan's suddenly strong thrust, which Arthur feared would actually tear his pants. Ivan was administering his strength and power through the humping, just as a dominant animal would. He cried out with a gasp as the tip pressed against his covered entrance, pushing hard, as if trying to pierce through. Arthur shuddered, biting down on the scarf to stifle his moans. Ivan wouldn't go this far, would he? Arthur always thought Alfred fucked him hard, but Ivan could easily prove to be twice the cowboy's strength. Just his grip alone was enough to conclude that.
"We can't do it here." He said to Ivan.
"I know we can't…but…" He panted, rubbing himself against Arthur. "We could always find an empty den and fuck like bears?"
Arthur groaned, pushing back against him. "No, that won't do. I need a bed." This could be his way of getting back to the cabin early. "Please! The ice is cold."
"Okay. But one last thing first." Ivan flipped him over so he was on his back. He lay beside Arthur, half on him and half on the ice. He let his eyes gaze into lynx green. "You're an annoying little man, Arthur Kirkland." Arthur glared. "But I find you curious."
Ivan leaned his head down and brought Arthur's lips into a kiss. The Englishman tried to push him away, but Ivan had a better idea. Arthur was still aroused from their previous play, so he moved his hand down to palm at the softening erection. Arthur moaned into his mouth, lifting his hips up for more contact. As Ivan kissed, his rubbed and massaged, delighting in pride when Arthur's leg spread a little wider. When they get back to the cabin, Ivan would not permit Arthur to undress from these furs. This was his land and these woods belonged to him, just as Arthur would. He pulled his mouth and tongue away.
"You're still in my world, little lynx. Be warned." He smirked and got up onto his knees only to shove Arthur to the shore.
"Gah!" Arthur nearly went face first into the snow. "You big lummox!" He shouted as he finally got to his feet. "You will RUE the day you ever laughed at Arthur Kirkland!"
"I've laughed at you already! Where is this so called 'revenge' of yours?"
"I will curse you! I have the power!" He scowled at Ivan's teasing laughter. "That's it! You've just lost your mating privileges!" Arthur snapped his fingers. "Good day, sir!" He spun around the snow and began storming off.
"Where are you going?" Ivan called to him.
"Away from you!" Arthur shouted back, continuing to walk away. "You'll have to come find me!"
He took off then in a run, at least, as fast as he could in the snow. Ivan was a skilled hunter, so the man would find him easily. Arthur could hide, but he feared losing Ivan and then he would die out here. He could hear Ivan calling his name with a hint of playful undertone. He grinned and hurried away again. Arthur stopped to catch his breath by a snowy mound with a large hole in the center. He stood there, panting heavily and rubbing at his aching shoulder. He must have done too much with it during the ice situation.
"ARTHURRRR! WHERE ARE YOUUUU?" Ivan called.
"I'M OVER HERE, DUMMY!" He laughed rudely. "COME AND GET ME YOU BIG YETI!" He didn't notice a large black form slowly lumbering its way out of the den. "I BET YOU CAN'T FIND MEEEEE! SOME TRACKER YOU ARE!" Arthur heard a growl and grumbling behind him. Confused, he turned his head to see what it was. A big furry black belly? His eyes slowly traveled further up. Two big claws… a big black nose…two beady eyes…Arthur's form froze.
The black bear gave a roar.
End Chapter 5 TBC
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