Dominant Nation

6

With this chapter goes an enormous shout-out to my friend WingedWolf, who helped me out tremendously with my new tablet. Thank you so much ^^


Draping a towel around Russia’s neck and giving him a red terrycloth bathrobe to wear, Matthew put a towel around his own hips and grabbed his glasses, putting them on as he led his guest out into the bedroom, motioning for him to sit down on the edge of the bed. Standing between Russia’s knees, Canada gazed into his eyes with an endearing smile. “I’m glad you’re here, Ivan.” Leaning forward, he kissed the older nation deeply, smiling against Ivan’s lips when Russia returned the kiss with a contented sigh.

“I have a gift for you,” Canada said softly when he lifted his head, taking the towel from around the larger nation’s shoulders and ruffling it over Russia’s pale hair. He smirked a little at Ivan’s nonplussed expression, patting his cheeks with the towel and then meticulously drying Russia’s neck and throat, the nape of his neck and behind his ears. “I want you to wear it while you’re here…but it’s up to you whether or not you keep it after the week is up.”

Intrigued, Russia watched as Canada walked over to a desk by the window, opening a drawer and pulling out a thin jeweler’s box that was long enough to contain a watch or a necklace.

“Here, come over to the mirror.” Taking Ivan by the hand and dragging him over to the corner where a wide full-length mirror stood at an angle, Matthew stood behind Russia and opened the box, tossing it aside. “Lift your chin a little,” he murmured, smiling as he placed the item around Ivan’s neck.

It was a plain black collar made of supple leather; however, set into the front was a pendant about the size of a quarter. It was the red maple leaf from the Canadian flag, overlaid with a gold hammer and sickle.

Visibly surprised, Russia watched as Canada settled the collar against his skin, awestruck by the simple piece. “It…is very handsome,” he murmured, then looked at Matthew in the mirror with a confused expression. “You didn’t buy this just for me, did you?”

“Buy?” Matt echoed, then smiled and shook his head. “No, it’s one of a kind.” Canada smiled at Ivan in the mirror and then looked back at what he was doing. “I already had the pendant…that was mine. But I had it set in the leather collar just for you.”

“This was yours?” Ivan seemed more confused at this. “But…why would you put the Soviet hammer and sickle over your maple leaf?”

Canada shifted a little self-consciously. “Eh…I didn’t, actually. The pendant was given to me as a prank during the Cold War.” He paused, clearing his throat. “Shortly after the embarrassment the RCMP made of itself in regards to counter-intelligence measures during that time, I was doing some work at the Embassy in Ottawa. One afternoon I went out to my car, and when I pulled my keys out, I spotted that on my keychain. It was a very subtle move…and that’s just how it was intended to be.” Matt smiled self-depreciatingly, sliding the end of the leather collar through the large steel buckle resting at Ivan’s nape.

“At first I was outraged,” Canada continued, “but then I sat down and really looked at it, and I thought about all the garbage that had been going on. I thought about how I had been dealing with it, and then it dawned on me that I’d taken the wrong approach to the whole thing. So I formed CSIS. And until 1991, I carried that pendant around to remind me that being cocky and complacent had put me in a position where intelligence gathering was happening within my borders.”

Canada fastened the collar securely, making sure that it wasn’t too snug. “When I thought that you might take me up on my offer a few days back, I had a friend from the S.C.A. make the collar and secure the pendant into the leather.” His expression pensive, Matthew ran the pad of his thumb over the smooth leather. “It’s funny how it changes the symbolism, to have it the way it is now.”

Russia nodded faintly, lowering his hand from where he’d been touching the pendant and quirking a brow at Matthew in the mirror. “Did you find out who made it?”

Canada shook himself out of his reverie and cleared his throat, blushing awkwardly. “Well, I believe his real name was Sergei Tretyakov*…”

Russia tensed, then scowled and rolled his shoulders in feigned indifference. “Just another back-stabber.”

Matthew began to rub Russia’s shoulders through the crimson robe, tugging the back down a little and kissing along Ivan’s neck just below where the leather collar rested against his skin. “Mm…every country has citizens that betray his or her interests, Ivan,” he said softly, nibbling on the skin. “It’s part of being a nation.”

Russia sighed, his head lowering as he leaned back into Canada’s massaging hands. “I suppose it doesn’t matter, really. I’m getting used to being betrayed.” Ivan’s head jerked up when the back of his ear was flicked sharply, and he blinked at Matthew’s reflection in surprise.

“Enough, Ivan,” Canada said shortly, giving him a stern look in the mirror. “Alfred’s had bosses who have betrayed him. Stop the pity party and get over yourself.”

Feeling his cheeks flush a little at the blunt scolding, Russia nodded and cleared his throat awkwardly. “Yes, Sir,” he mumbled, slipping his hands into the pockets of the bathrobe.

Seeing Russia’s cowed expression, Canada smiled reassuringly and slipped his arms around Ivan’s waist from behind, looking at their reflection in the mirror as he nuzzled the larger nation’s shoulder.

Still feeling chastised, Ivan stole a glance at their reflection as well, then reached up and touched the pendant at his throat again. “Thank you,” he said softly.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes,” Russia answered genuinely, lowering his hand and placing it over where Matt’s arms were resting around his waist. Eventually he felt them slide out from underneath, his eyes drifting closed when Matthew started to rub and stroke his back again.

Guiding the upper half of the robe off of Russia’s broad shoulders and down his arms a little, Canada began to kiss Ivan’s pale skin, trailing the tip of his tongue along the lines of scars, kneading and rubbing the tight muscles along the taller nation’s shoulder blades.

Russia shivered when Matthew’s lips and tongue pressed against his bare skin over and over, trailing along his shoulders and back up to the nape of his neck, a soft moan escaping him when Canada’s tongue ran over the patch of skin just beneath the buckle of his collar. He inhaled sharply through his teeth when Canada gave his backside a rough squeeze through the bathrobe.

“Sore?” Matthew asked with a coy smile as he nibbled the curve of one shoulder.

“Eh…a…a little, yes,” Ivan mumbled.

“Only a little?” Canada queried, then pouted slightly. “Hm.” Slipping his arms around Russia’s waist again, Matt undid the belt on the housecoat and removed it fully, tossing the robe onto the bed and turning back to look Ivan over. “Get down on your knees, please. Facing the mirror.”

“Yes, Sir,” Ivan mumbled, lowering himself to one knee and then the other, sitting back on his ankles and resting his hands in his lap.

“You look gorgeous like that, you know,” Canada said offhandedly, going over to the desk and bringing a comb and a hair brush back with him, the towel still around his hips.

“Kneeling?” Ivan asked curiously, looking up over his shoulder when the young nation started to comb his hair.

“That too,” Canada said with a soft laugh and an almost proprietary smile, pointing to the mirror in an unspoken command for Ivan to look straight ahead. “I meant in nothing but a collar.”

“Oh.” Looking back to the mirror again, Russia watched as Canada combed his hair, finding it a little odd that he would do so. “Er…thank you?”

“You’re welcome,” Matthew replied with an amused smile, setting the comb aside and beginning to brush Ivan’s pale tresses. Eventually he stopped and adjusted his glasses, his eyes roaming Russia’s body again, pausing on Ivan’s rear. “So you’re not sore, then?”

“Hm?” Ivan blinked his eyes open; he had lost himself in Canada’s gentle ministrations, and it took a moment for him to come back to the present. “Pardon? Sorry, I was…daydreaming, I think…”

Pleased that Russia had been enjoying his attentions that much, Matthew repeated himself with an affectionate smile, dropping to one knee behind Ivan and trailing his fingers over the curve of his rear. “You’re not too sore here?”

“Oh,” Russia murmured, blushing a little and clearing his throat. “That…well…no, it’s not too sore,” he confessed, rubbing one of his thighs awkwardly. “It still tingles a bit.”

“Mm.” Canada purred, beginning to run the brush through Russia’s pale locks again, watching the way the sunlight played off of them as it streamed in through the sliding glass doors, which led to the second floor balcony. “You enjoyed it, though, didn’t you? Being spanked by me?”

His cheeks flushing a little darker, Ivan cleared his throat, closing his eyes as Canada brushed his hair. “It…yes.” He gave up on being embarrassed about it, relaxing and tilting his head forward slightly as Canada fluffed his hair lightly with his fingers and kissed the nape of his neck. “Is it something you’d do again…?” Russia asked softly, his cheeks burning.

Canada paused, gazing at Russia’s reflection over the edge of his glasses, a knowing grin gradually curving his lips. “I’m sure there are countless things I’d do if you asked me politely, Ivan.”

Russia coughed, closing his eyes and blurting out “could you spank me again, please?” before he had a chance to lose his nerve.

“You’re so sweet,” Canada said with a soft smile and an affectionate sigh, nuzzling the nape of Ivan’s neck and then kissing him just beneath the earlobe. “Of course I will. Get up onto your hands and knees.”

“Yes…Sir,” Ivan replied softly, a shiver running through his entire body as he assumed the requested position, although it was done with a hint of awkwardness. He was still trying to get used to all of this…

“I want you to watch yourself in the mirror while I’m doing it,” Canada said plainly as he trailed his lips along Russia’s side, pausing to suck forcefully at one hip, grinning when he lifted his head and saw the mark he’d left on the Russian’s pale skin.

“Yes, Sir,” Russia mumbled, looking back at Matthew one last time before looking at himself in the mirror, his fingers curling as they rested against the hardwood floor. He jumped at the first swat, and the second, his breaths hitching as he tried to figure out what Canada was hitting him with until he realised it was the back of the hairbrush. Russia bit his lip, his head sinking as he shifted, spreading his thighs a little wider in an unspoken request for more.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror, Ivan,” Canada reminded Russia firmly, rubbing Ivan’s flushed rear with one hand before swatting him with the back of the hairbrush again. “I want you to see on your face how good this makes you feel,” Matt growled softly, scattering blows from the wooden brush over the curves of Russia’s backside.

“Y-yes sir,” came the breathy reply as Ivan lifted his head, his cheeks burning self-consciously as he watched himself in the mirror, naked but for the black leather collar, the red and gold pendant standing out clearly against the dark material, glinting with every jerk of his body.

Canada kept paddling Russia with the back of the wooden hairbrush until the older nation was moaning wantonly. He couldn’t hold back from touching Ivan any longer… Matthew tossed the brush aside, running his hands over the hot skin and starting to spank Russia with the flat of his palm.

“P-please, ah!” Russia dropped onto his forearms after about twelve swings, struggling to hold his head up so he could keep his eyes on the mirror the way he’d been told. “I, I’m close, I want to come, please…”

Panting softly, Canada stopped swinging, licking his lips and sweeping his blonde hair back from his face, adjusting his glasses. “Not yet, Ivan,” he said seriously, moving to kneel behind the larger nation, “We’re going to try something first…sit up and put your hands on your thighs.”

“Ye…yes, Sir,” Ivan replied shakily as he pushed himself up, his cheeks burning as he gripped his thighs, watching in the mirror as Matthew moved up behind him. He shivered when he felt Canada’s fingers against the nape of his neck, his shaft twitching when they hooked in the back of his collar.

Russia couldn’t help a startled cry when Canada suddenly wrenched back on the thick band of leather around his throat, and he grabbed at the collar instinctively.

“Put your hands down,” Canada growled against Russia’s ear, spanking him again. “When you start getting light-headed…that’s when you’re allowed to come.” He pulled back on the collar a little more, gritting his teeth as he started spanking Ivan hard and fast.

It took a great deal of effort to lower his hands, but when he did, Russia could feel the entirety of his awareness narrowing down to his need to breathe and the intense throbbing on his backside and between his legs. Ivan’s lips parted as darkness started creeping into the edges of his vision, each stinging slap against his sore rear, ruthlessly hard, bolting into his awareness alongside the throbbing in his cock, and he suddenly arched his back, his hips flying upward as his cum splattered all over the surface of the mirror. His entire body was shaking with the force of his climax, and Russia’s hips jerked a few more times before he fell backward, dimly aware of Canada holding him as oxygen came surging back into his lungs.

Clenching his teeth, Matthew started jerking himself off vigourously, watching Russia’s cum sliding down the mirror for a few seconds before his own shot out and joined it on the reflective surface.

Panting, Canada shivered and swallowed hard, resting his forehead in the crook of Russia’s neck, his chest pressed against the larger nation’s upper back. “Maple…Ivan…” he lifted his head, gazing at their reflection and smoothing his hand over Russia’s torso. “Are you all right?”

Russia jerked at the touch, groaning hoarsely, his entire body feeling like one sensitive nerve as he blinked his eyes open. “Da…” he rasped, swallowing a few times.

Canada smiled, his eyelids drooping a little as he scattered kisses over Ivan’s cheek and temple. “So…did you find autoerotic asphyxiation enjoyable?” he asked seriously as he made certain Russia was steady before getting to his feet, going over to the bedside table and picking up a mason jar full of water that he’d left there, bringing it back to Ivan and holding it out.

Taking it gratefully, Russia took a few swallows and then lowered the glass, looking up at Matthew from where he was still kneeling in front of the mirror. Clearing his throat, he quirked a brow. “You mean when you choked me?” he asked curiously, no heat in his tone.

Matthew smiled gently, reaching out and stroking Russia’s hair with one hand, taking the glass of water with the other. “I try to avoid the word ‘choking’ because it makes it sound like I’m trying to hurt you…but yes, that part.”

“It was…” Russia trailed off, trying to form an opinion of it, finally exhaling in a rush. “Intense.”

Canada chuckled, setting the mason jar aside. “Well, if you decide it’s something you want again, you need only say so…there’s more than one way to do it, naturally.” Looking at the mirror, Matt flinched. “Ah, maple, I have to go get some paper towels and clean the mirror off…I’ll be right back.”

Blinking as Matthew disappeared out the door, Russia turned back to look at the mirror, eventually reaching out with one quivering hand to trail his fingers through the cooling fluid on the surface, inspecting it for a moment before licking the tips of his fingers clean.

clean the mirror off…

“Yes, Sir,” Ivan found himself murmuring softly, leaning forward on one hand and starting to lick up the mixture of his and Matthew’s release from the surface. It must be some sort of sickness or delusion…his cheeks were burning as he licked the cool fluid from the mirror and fantasized that Canada was standing behind him, watching with that stern expression he’d glimpsed earlier…

Swallowing hard, Russia gripped the edge of the full-length mirror to hold it steady, dipping his head further and lapping up the rest of the fluid from the reflective surface. Noticing that some of his and Matthew’s come had dripped down onto the hardwood floor, Ivan pushed the bottom of the mirror toward the wall a little, reaching toward it and then pulling his hand back. Still kneeling with his thighs spread, Ivan rested a hand in the small of his back and braced his weight on the other as he leaned down, licking the last of his and Canada’s fluids up off of the floor.

He jumped when he heard Canada’s voice off to the side.

“That was…incredibly sexy, Ivan,” Canada said softly as he approached with a spray bottle of glass cleaner and a handful of paper towels. Setting them aside and dropping to one knee, Matt kissed him passionately, stroking Russia’s face and hair with deep desire in every touch. Canada broke the kiss a moment later and spoke into Russia’s ear. “I’m going to reward you for going above and beyond my expectations.”

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*Sergei Tretyakov, agent name Sergei Turanov, was a KGB operative who worked at the Russian Embassy in Ottawa for a few years during the Cold War. He was known to his superiors in Russia as Comrade J, and was one of their best spies; however, after the fall of Communism and the subsequent disbanding of the KGB, he defected to the States. If anyone’s interested, I very highly recommend the book I’m reading about him: “Comrade J: The Untold Secrets of Russia’s Master Spy in America After the End of the Cold War” by Pete Earley, Berkley Books, New York.

-S.C.A. is the Society for Creative Anachronism. Basically an international society that re-creates the culture of medieval times.