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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
***Warnings: Hardcore yaoi, language, minor violence
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
Chapter 6
Arthur had never seen an animal so big in all of his days. He stared up at the massive creature whose head loomed above his. Black claws on huge paws swayed as the bear balanced on two feet. Arthur felt the urge to run, but even he knew it wasn't wise to run from a wild animal. Slowly, he took a step back from the beast but slipped and fell. He was terrified. The bear took a lumbering step towards him as well. Arthur did the only thing an inexperienced person in the wilderness could do; he screamed.
The bear gave a mighty roar, which forced Arthur to cover his face and shield his head. But no blow ever came. He peeked through his arms, and just in time to see that Ivan had thrown himself into the bear. "IVAN!" He cried out "ARE YOU CRAZY?"
Arthur couldn't believe what he was seeing. Ivan, armed only with his hatchet, was fighting back the bear. Looking at the two together, Ivan was about the same size as the bear, but only in height. Suddenly, the beast didn't seem so large to him. Arthur just gawked on all fours as the Russian battled single-handedly with the bear. He screamed and covered his eyes when the paw made contact with Ivan, knocking the large man to the snow. Peeking through, he shrieked as the bear attempted to land on Ivan, but the man swung his hatchet and nicked the beast. The bear roared and jumped back, kicking up mounds of snow as it did. Ivan jumped back up onto his feet with grace and poise that to Arthur seemed unlikely for a man so big. The bear was now on all fours, grunting and snorting between roars as Ivan's hatchet continued to swing at its face. Arthur shrieked again when one swipe hit Ivan, making him lose balance. When Ivan hit the snow, Arthur shielded his eyes once again, yet still peeked through. One of the legs was near Ivan, and Arthur watched through silted fingers as the man brought the hatchet down on the paw.
The bear roared and reared as it pulled its bloodied paw away, missing a claw or two. Ivan jumped back up and actually slammed himself into the bear's side, knocking it further away. The bear spun and roared at him, but chose not to attack. Instead, it lumbered and limped away back to its den, leaving a trail of speckled blood on the white snow. Arthur let out the breath he must have been holding. He had just lost twenty years of his life today. But the real spectacle here today was Ivan, and his amazing…bear fighting skills? That was something he had never seen before, much less thought that a person could single handedly fight something that big and dangerous. Arthur looked at Ivan standing triumphantly in the snow with a bloody hatchet in one hand and two bear claws in the other. Ivan had saved him once again by fighting off a bear. In a strange but excited way, he was attracted to the man. He felt it in his groin, and this is something he shouldn't even be thinking about after almost having been mauled by a bear.
His stomach fluttered when Ivan turned to him, his mouth and nose covered by the scarf. What was he to say to Ivan? 'Thank you' seemed too casual for such an event as this. But what else could he say to show he was grateful to the Russian for taking on a bear to protect him? He kept his eyes on purple as Ivan walked towards him. The large man crouched down to face him, his cheeks lifted under his eyes, which meant that he was smiling beneath the scarf. Arthur just stared at him.
"For us." Ivan showed him the bloody patch of fur with two claws.
Arthur looked down at it. "What for?"
"I will peel and pull the skin away from them and we each shall have one. Do you not like it?"
"I…" how could he say 'no' after what Ivan had done for him? "I…accept this gift, Ivan. I will…take one of these claws."
Ivan smiled beneath his scarf. "I'm glad!" He stood up and brought Arthur with him. "Are you alright though?"
"After watching a single man wrestle a bear and win? I'm far from 'alright'. You could have been killed, Ivan! Fighting a bear is just…well…it's just plain crazy!"
The Russian chuckled. "There is so much that you don't know, Arthur Kirkland. That was a small bear."
Arthur's eyes widened. "Y-You mean…there are bears out here…bigger than…than THAT?" Ivan nodded. "Okay!" He shouted with a mad grin. "Time to leave this place!" he started to walk away. "That's it! I'm done! Through! Back to the cabin! Onward!"
"Wait, wait! Stop Arthur!" Ivan called. "We have visitors."
Arthur spun around. "What visitors? Who-" he paused in speech when he saw a group of three Indians standing nearby. He felt another shiver of fear tickle his spin. "Oh no…"
"There's no need to be afraid. They're only hunting. I'm sure they saw the bear and know where the den is, so they will hunt it."
"Fine. Sounds good. Let's just go! I like my scalp where it is!" Arthur tugged on Ivan's sleeve.
Ivan bowed his head to the Indians and turned away, taking Arthur with him.
"I don't think we should turn our backs on them!" Arthur whispered. "I don't want an arrow in my back!"
"Arthur, they aren't interested in you. They do like yellow hair, though." He chuckled at Arthur's fearful face as the man pulled the hat down further on his head. "I'm only teasing, Arthur. What they really like are redheads."
"Ah, then my cousin back in Scotland would be their target. Good." Arthur looked back at the Indians. "They're still watching us."
"They're watching you." He saw the look of terror and confusion written on Arthur's face. "They know who I am. My family has shared these woods with them. That fight you saw with me and the bear? Well, that's not the first bear I've fought and the Indians know that. I've gained their respect. They are curious to know who YOU are since I've lived here alone."
"Oh no…they aren't going to come to our cabin, are they? I don't want to meet them!"
"There's no need to worry so long as you are with me."
When Arthur looked back at the spot where the Indians were he saw that they had gone. He gulped. "So…they're hunting the bear?"
"Yes, while it is wounded and in its den. It will be a large source of food and supplies for their tribe and families."
Arthur looked at Ivan. "That seems a little cruel. I mean, I know the bear was trying to kill me…but I did go near its home and wake it up. I feel like…I'm responsible for its death now. I shouldn't feel that way, but I do. Maybe it's the fact that it will be trapped, wounded, and maybe even scared when those Indians come after it."
"Most likely they will smoke it out and then kill it. No wise man would ever wander into a bear's den."
"Alright, no more of this." Arthur said. "I don't want to hear any more about hunting animals." Perhaps he shouldn't have ridiculed one of the young ladies back in England when she said to him that she does not eat animal meat, only fruits and greens. Maybe she had a point. "I'm no longer eating meat."
Ivan raised his brows. "What's that? You don't want to eat meat?"
Arthur turned his nose up in the air. "I just feel guilty about that bear being killed. It is much easier and…kinder…to harvest and eat vegetables and fruits." Ivan started to laugh. "How dare you laugh at me! What did I say about that?"
"Good luck finding fresh greens and fruits in the winter, Arthur." He chuckled at Englishman's stunned face. "I suppose you could chew on some pine and holly…but 'passing' it would be quite painful, I'd imagine."
"Hmph! Fine then! Come the spring I'm eating ONLY greens and fruits!"
Ivan rolled his eyes.
/
"Get a fire started NOW!" Arthur demanded the moment they entered the cabin. He was shivering from staying so long out in the cold. "I'm freezing my arse off!"
Ivan stomped his feet to get the snow off of his boots. "Yes, give me one moment." He had just carried Arthur to the cabin on his back, and the man was still demanding things of him!
"A moment isn't good enough! And get that bath water boiling too! You promised me a bath!"
'Oh my goodness, he is a demanding little toad.' Yet Ivan did just as he was told. He got a large fire going in the hearth as well as one under the tub. He had to leave momentarily for the shed to get a slab of meat for dinner. When he came back in, Arthur was already undressed of the furs and sitting in front of the fire. "Warm now?" Ivan asked with a smile.
"Yes. What's that?" He pointed to the meat.
"Deer."
"Again?"
"Would you prefer rabbit?"
"No, deer is fine. Just start cooking it so it's ready when I'm getting my bath. And remember, you're feeding me!"
Ivan looked confused. "Feeding you? Must I?"
"Yes!"
"But I wrestled a bear for you."
"And now you can feed me as well. You promised, Ivan. Don't make me sad."
Ivan nodded. "Okay. You just rest and get warm, then."
Arthur lay on the fur rug with a smile of delight as the warmth of the fire kissed at his chilled skin. This wasn't TOO bad. Ivan was serving him while he relaxed, the way it should be. He folded his arms under his cheek to catch a little snooze. However, the first image he saw was of the bear rearing, and then of Ivan coming to his rescue. Arthur could replay the entire fight, still marveling at Ivan's strength. There was that stirring in his groin again. It made him flush. And how could he forget that moment on the ice? He had to squeeze his legs together to try and ease the ache there. Sex was still out of the question. Eventually, he heard those few sweet words, 'the bath is ready.'
"Carry me." Arthur sat up.
"Why?"
"Because my legs hurt from all that walking the snow." Arthur gave him a saddened look. "I need your help after today."
Ivan smiled. "Oh, okay!" He bent down to scoop the other up in his arms and bring him to the tub. He helped Arthur ease in to the hot water. "Is it too hot?"
Arthur let out a pleased sigh, resting back against the tub. He inhaled the steam and sank down further into the water. "Nope. It's just right. How's that food coming?"
Ivan went over to the pot. "It's looking good!"
"Fantastic." He closed his eyes. "Mmmm…"
"May I join you later?" Ivan asked.
Arthur peeked open an annoyed green eye. "No. This is MY bath time. I did what you asked of me, so now it is my turn." He saw the pout on Ivan's face. "It's only for today." He moved over in the tub and gave Ivan a kiss on the lips. He cupped the round face and had them touch noses. "You were so strong today fighting that bear. Truly a marvel. I'm lucky to be with such a strong man in this dangerous place."
Ivan smiled and blushed with embarrassment. "Oh, I'm not that strong." He hid his face in his scarf and giggled. "I couldn't let that big bear gobble you up! And, you're very welcome." Ivan wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders to hold him.
Arthur rolled his eyes with boredom, mumbling something to himself, and then pulled away to change his features into a smile. "Go check on that meat. I'm hungry."
"Yes sir!"
Arthur settled into the water, relaxing, until it was time to eat. He shifted his body in the tub so he was closer to Ivan's hands. Ivan had gone and cut up the meat for him in little pieces so they could be fed. "Are you hands clean?" Ivan glanced at his hand. "I didn't think so. Go wash them." He closed his eyes to enjoy the tub as Ivan puttered around in the cabin to the basin. Arthur peeked an eye open to make sure the Russian was cleaning his hands, and he was.
"All better?" Ivan held up both hands for inspection.
Arthur smiled. "They're so bright that they almost blinded me!" He mocked, and Ivan fell for it.
"Good! I'm glad!"
"You're always glad. Now then, feed me. I'm starving."
Ivan picked up the plate and a piece of meat, holding it out to Arthur's mouth. He smiled as the blonde plucked it from his fingers, and gave one tip a little nip. The nip made his finger tingle. Arthur was so pretty when he was happy and quiet. Ivan loved his golden hair, like butter, or the sun. Oh how he wished Arthur would choose to live his life here with him in the cabin! They would be so happy together. He fed him another piece while taking a glance at the window. He gasped.
"Arthur look! It's snowing!"
"Again?" Arthur looked towards the window where the snow was falling heavily. "Hm. I see. Luckily we are warm and content in our little cabin." There was a whistling outside that made him jump. "What was that? The black wolf?!"
"No, silly! It's just the wind! It's going to be a cold one tonight. Good thing we got back when we did. I knew it was going to snow, but I didn't want to tell you because I know how nervous you get." He held out another piece of meat.
"Well, thank you for that." Arthur looked out the window again at the falling snow as he chewed on the meat lazily. The wilderness did hold a special beauty to it, when one was safely tucked in and warm. Once he had finished the meat, he turned to Ivan to give him a peck on the cheek. "It was delicious, thank you."
Ivan beamed. "Would you like more?"
"No, no, I'm full. It's your turn now, so go and enjoy yourself."
"Are you sure you don't want more? You could use a little more meat on your bones, you know."
Arthur snorted. "I have a gentleman's physique." He saw Ivan just smiling at him. He probably didn't understand the word. "I have the right look for a gentleman. My body is just right."
"I want you more plump!" Ivan said proudly.
"Plump? Like you? Sorry Ivan, but you're plump enough for the both of us." Ivan pouted with a little whimper. "Now run along and eat. I want to meditate in the tub."
Ivan took the plate and himself away from the tub. He finished up the rest of the meat, changed into his bedclothes, and took up his knitting in the rocking chair. Ivan hummed a little tune; knit one, pearl two. He wanted to make a sleep cap for Arthur, imagining how adorable the man would look wearing it. Maybe he should make them a matching pair? No. Arthur would castrate him. Just one cap will do. Knit one, pearl two. Knit one, pearl two.
"Ivan?"
He lowered his needles. "Yes, Arthur?"
"I'm ready to get out. My skin is turning all prune-like."
Ivan got up out of the chair and placed the knitting on the seat. Going to the chest, he took out another fur blanket to bring over to the tub. "Be careful stepping out." He held the blanket open as Arthur stepped out of the tub and into its fold. Ivan couldn't help but wrap him up in the blanket and hold the blonde close, nuzzling his hair. He could feel Arthur snuggling into the fur.
"Ivan! Stop sniffing me like a dog and get me to the fire! I'm cold!" He let Ivan lead him to the fire where he sat before the blaze. "What are you knitting?" Arthur wrapped the blanket further around himself.
"Another gift for you." He said, taking his seat and knitting. "It's a sleep cap."
"Really? Well, I'm delighted!" Arthur smiled. "I love bed caps, you know. I always went to be with one. It was a white base color with light green stripes. Ah, cozy things, those were."
Ivan rocked in the chair and continued to knit while Arthur sat in front of the fire. Arthur glanced at the rocking form patiently knitting a cap like an old woman; an old woman who just wrestled a bear. There goes his groin again, tightening up. Damn that Ivan being all big and strong and manly like. Arthur couldn't help but wonder what he was like in bed. If he could fight and wrestle that bear with such ease then he could easily overpower him, a single man. Ivan's grip would most likely be hard and rough, like his movements. He couldn't picture Ivan as a gentle lover, not at all. Not after the way he fought that bear. While he's never really experienced it, Arthur heard of tales where rough and fast sex was by far the best. Alfred had always made love with him, and what sweet love it was. Yet whenever it was over, Arthur still felt like something was missing; like his needs weren't really met. Alfred never failed in making him cum, yet there was still that one, tiny, itty-bitty desire that had just not been fulfilled. Perhaps he was looking for a rough partner, and Ivan could BE that partner.
There was only one fear that Arthur had, and that was letting Ivan become too attached. He didn't want a long term relationship with Ivan, but while he was stuck here until spring (he figured) he might as well make the most of it. Arthur already knew he had Ivan under his control, and adding sex to the mix would only gain him further power. Power was something he liked. Alfred was difficult to control because the cowboy had that American pioneering spirit, like a wild stallion free to ride. Ivan was just a big soft stuffed bear that was dim and easy to control. The more control he had, the sooner he could be on his way to another city; start a new life; use Ivan's many talents to make him money. Yes, everything was going to work out nicely. Now, to do something about this ache…
Ivan saw Arthur shifting on the rug, so he lifted his head to see. He dropped the knitting. Arthur was leaning back on his hands with his pale legs spread just enough for Ivan to see the entirety of his body. Arthur let the fur rest along his shoulders and fan around him like a cape. The fire danced along his skin in an orange and red glow. Ivan was transfixed by the sight just like in his dream with the lynx. Was Arthur inviting him to…?
"Well? Are you just going to sit there and gawk, bear fighter? Or are you going to join me on the rug?" Ivan threw himself onto the rug. "Whoa, easy! I'm not a bear, you know!"
"I know you're not a bear. I'm the bear here. You're the lynx."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "A lynx. I've never seen one."
"The one I see in the woods has your eyes." Ivan leaned in closer. "Pretty eyes."
Arthur found himself staring back into purple orbs. "Yours are pretty as well."
"Hm…" Ivan crawled between Arthur's legs. "Arthur? Are you only teasing me again? Because if you are, please don't be mean like this. I really like you and I want to mount you."
Arthur pinched Ivan's lips with a deep frown. "Mount? That's the wrong word to use!"
Ivan batted his hand away from his lips. "But now it's my turn to have control. Let me use the words I like; the ones I understand."
Green eyes challenged him, but Arthur decided that it wasn't worth arguing over simple words. "Very well. And to answer your question, I am not teasing you. I want you to mount me."
Ivan's eyes twinkled in the firelight. "I won't disappoint you."
Arthur watched as Ivan quickly stripped himself of the bedclothes to show off his already rock hard erection. He was still bigger than Alfred in width and length. The women would probably have loved him if he had experienced with them more.
"Do you want to move to the bed?" Ivan asked him.
"No, here is fine. How does one 'mount' another?"
"You've never seen animals mate before?"
"I have. So I'm assuming you mean to do it on all fours, then?"
Ivan smiled. "Well, you'll be on all fours. I'm the alpha right now."
"I'm still the alpha!" Arthur challenged. "I'm only letting you be on top!"
Ivan's eyes twinkled again. "You know, in some species, the female is very stubborn when she is in heat, despite the male's strong and dominant advances. Sometimes they even wrestle one another just to display dominance before the female gives in."
Arthur could see that Ivan was very proud of himself with that little speech. However, Arthur's higher intelligence could counter Ivan's theory of mating. "Surely you know that the female praying mantas bites off its mate's head after she is, shall we say, satisfied?" He wiggled his shoulders.
Ivan pressed him gently to the rug. "It seems you got me there. I wouldn't put it past you either to actually do it if you could."
"Best you keep thinking like that." Arthur said with a smirk of triumph before leaning up to bring Ivan into a kiss.
It wasn't so bad this time around. Now that he had been out in the woods to experience it, Ivan both smelt and tasted like the woods. He smelled of musk, wood, and pine. Not the perfumed scents he was used to, but not at all entirely unpleasant. Arthur opened his mouth to the searching tongue, moaning softly and bringing his own to meet it. Ivan was being gentle right now, the same as Alfred always was when they started. But Arthur had a few more tricks up his sleeve to ensure that he remain the dominant one here while still being 'mounted'. First he would have to let his stubborn pride go in a way that he would be able to seduce him. So he lifted his legs further along Ivan's sides, lifted his hands, and thread them through the silvery blonde hair. Using his fingertips he massaged Ivan's scalp, making the larger man shudder in pleasure. Arthur moved one hand down to stroke Ivan's cheek, gently caressing the cheekbone with his thumb. Ivan was staring down at him with pure adoration; so far it was working.
Now, for some ego boosting words. "You're really not so bad, Ivan Braginski." He kissed his lips quickly, gently biting down on the lower one as he pulled away. "In fact…I think you're somewhat…dashing."
"Dashing?"
"Attractive. Handsome. Pretty to look at." He wiggled his heavy brows.
"Really? You don't think I'm fat and ugly anymore?"
"Not at all! After seeing how you fought off that bear…" he sat up a bit, slowly ushering Ivan back onto the rug. "And the strength you bore…and the fearlessness?" He slid his body over Ivan's before sitting up to straddle the other's waist. He kept his gaze firmly on Ivan's passion filled face, which was swelling with pride at every word. "Who wouldn't be attracted to such a powerful being?" Arthur rocked his hips along Ivan's groin. He was the dominant one now, and Ivan had no clue about it. "No wonder you're so big…it's all that bear fighting." Arthur rubbed his palms along Ivan's chest.
"It is more than just that." Ivan said, his voice husky. "You like when I fight bears, Arthur?"
Arthur smirked. "I've never seen anyone do anything like it. I must say, watching you fight that bear had me rather…well…excited." He purred. "If it hadn't been so cold…I may have let you take me right then and there. Oh?" He gasped softly when he felt the head of Ivan's cock against his hole. And then Ivan's hands were on his waist.
"I think you're trying to tempt me, Arthur Kirkland." Ivan sat up and gripped the other by his arms, squeezing tight. "Think before you seduce."
Arthur chuckled. "You think I'm trying to seduce you? Ivan, you are a funny man! I have already seduced you." He thrust himself against Ivan's muscled stomach.
Ivan frowned. "Perhaps I have seduced you."
Arthur scoffed. "Hardly." He gasped when Ivan once again had his hand around his throat. "I-Ivan!"
"I am not like the 'gentlemen' in your city. I am a REAL man."
"A true man is not defined by his primitive skills." Arthur answered once Ivan released his grip. He had to keep up the seduction. "That is done through fucking." Arthur leaned forward to kiss him. "But be warned…I do have claws." He pressed his forehead against Ivan's. "And most of the 'gentlemen' in the city cannot handle me. Do you know why?"
Ivan licked at Arthur's lips. "Why?"
"Because I'm too rough!" He slapped Ivan hand across the face, shoved him down onto the rug, and leapt off of him. He saw the look of lustful determination of Ivan's face. So he had read between the lines. Perhaps Ivan wasn't as dim as he had once thought. Arthur grinned in his seduction and held out his arms to Ivan, beckoning him with his left hip arched. That seemed to stop Ivan's advancement for a moment. "I'm one of those 'submissive' alphas who put up a good fight and chase!"
Ivan grinned darkly. "Are you, now? The lynx may be slick and sly, but the wolf can sense any and all signs of heat or fear. And right now, this wolf smells a bitch in heat."
Arthur found himself laughing at that. "A bitch in heat who will bite your goddamn head off if you so much as BLINK in a way that displeases me!" He watched in mild confusion as Ivan went over to the tub. "What are you doing?" He stared as the man used the wet soap to rub the substance onto his massive erection. Arthur sneered just slightly.
Ivan turned to him. "I'm preparing myself for mounting the moment I catch you. My little lynx wants a fight, and a chase. This wolf will give chase, but be warned, when this wolf catches the bitch in heat, he shows no mercy."
Arthur purred. "And what if this bitch in heat has venom?"
"Then this wolf will take the chance." Ivan stood proudly. "If you think you can match me in hand-to-hand combat, Arthur Kirkland, then you are sorely mistaken. I have been fighting off too many wild beasts to be subdued by you."
Arthur could play this game as well. "Let your cock do the thinking for you, because right now, that is the part I am most interested in!" And Ivan advanced.
Arthur dashed out of his way and a chase began. The cabin wasn't large enough for him to run and hide. Arthur feared that he would have to try and wrestle with Ivan for dominance. He would let Ivan mount him without a doubt, but he would go down fighting. And he did. Soon Ivan had tackled him to the wooden floor, his strong arms wrapped heavily around his waist. Arthur struggled in his hold; kicking, biting, and clawing every chance he got. The rough treatment was exciting Ivan, so Arthur kept it up. He managed to land a blow to Ivan's chin with his elbow, which gave him a chance to escape. However, he did not go far when he felt the Russian grip his ankle. Ivan pulled him along the floor as if he were just a ragdoll. Arthur still fought him just for the thrill of rape-like sex. No, that wasn't quite right. He was a proud animal in heat that needed a male to satisfy him. It didn't mean that he would give up easily.
So he kicked at Ivan's gut, striking a blow with his heel. Yet fighting against Ivan was like fighting with a statue; it was too hard. Ivan's muscles felt like solid rocks that blocked all his blows. His attacks did little to protect him. Arthur was struggling now to remain on his back as Ivan desperately tried to flip him over. Arthur couldn't help but grin as he fought Ivan off. This really was fun! This was exciting! So much so that he felt ready to cum just from the intensity of the play. He bit and clawed all he wanted, but soon it had him on his hands and knees. Arthur tried to run away but Ivan held him tight by the waist. Arthur gasped as he felt the slick cock head rubbing against his hole. Ivan dragged him back onto the bear-skinned rug.
"The wolf has caught the lynx!" Ivan said huskily. "And now it is time for the wolf to take what is his! To mount his prize!"
Arthur gripped the rug in his fists to prepare for entry. He didn't think about it before, but now he had. It had been so long since he had last had sex, and along with Ivan's impressive size, it was undoubtedly going to hurt. Perhaps he was a little too good at this 'temptation' stuff. Maybe he should tell Ivan to stop and give the man instructions on how to properly prepare him. But that would be going against his pride. No, he had to endure it. His eyes widened when he felt the tip begin to press inside. Arthur had started to fell a bit of panic and he tried to move away, but Ivan held him still. The tip pushed further accompanied by the start of stretching pains. Arthur let out a gasp.
"You're tight. That won't do." Ivan said softly and pulled out the tip. Sitting up on his knees, he lifted Arthur's body up by his hips, bringing the pert little rump to his mouth. He ignored Arthur's complaint about being bent at a bad angle. The blonde's collarbones, chin, and arms were the only bits of his body resting on the rug; the rest was in his grasp. "Wolves like to taste their meat before they eat it."
'Taste? Is he really going to-' "Yipe!" Arthur shrieked out when Ivan's tongue poked at his hole. He felt his face become heated with the tingling sensation of Ivan's tongue swirling and poking. This was new to him; and he wasn't sure if he liked or disliked it. The force of Ivan's tongue was pressing deeper inside, making his muscles tighten with each little lick. If Ivan was able to do something like this then Arthur didn't have to warn him about penetration. Although it was embarrassing to be held the way he was. "I-Ivan…" he panted out "S-Stop…"
"Then you are ready!"
Ivan licked his lips while repositioning Arthur onto all fours. He kept his knees next to Arthur's to ensure that those pretty thighs would remain open. This time, he pushed inside slowly, pressing in inch by inch. He could feel Arthur tensing around him and noticed the body shaking. Maybe Arthur really was a virgin and he was just too big for his first time. The soap was making it much easier to slid further but it was Arthur's muscles that needed the time to adjust. But Ivan had gone for too long without the pleasures of the flesh to hold back. It was easy to think of all those times Arthur insulted him, his home, his lifestyle, and his appearance. Well now he was in charge, and he was going to prove it with pain and pleasure. He pressed deeper, leaning forward to help angle his hips to drive harder.
Big mistake. To save face, Arthur was biting his bottom lip and clenching at the rug to shield his voice. He wanted to cry out for the pain was too intense. Ivan was thick and it had been too long since he last had a man inside of him. Damn his ego and pride! He just had to show off! I didn't seem like Ivan could go any deeper yet the man's girth was stretching him to the brink.
"Remember to breathe." Ivan said to him. "I'm in now."
Arthur let out the breath he was holding. "I'm…fine!"
Ivan smirked. "Admit it, Arthur, you're all talk."
He growled. "How dare you! I'm- AH!"
"Those are the sounds I want to hear from you!" He said with a laugh, pulled out, and thrust in again. Now it was his turn to groan in pleasure. This was very different from being with a woman; he liked it. "I'm going to start moving now! You're a big strong guy so this wont' bother you!"
"Wait-!" Arthur turned to plead with the other but a sudden deep thrust made his voice shriek out instead. Ivan thrust again, harder this time. Arthur cried out, clawing at the rug. There was no escape. Ivan was just too strong for him to fight back. All he could do was lay there and wait for the next thrust to come; and when it did his vision had gone white for a second. He shuddered and said with a gasp, "What did you do?"
"Did I hurt you?" Ivan paused.
"N-no! That was…just do it again!"
"This?" Ivan drove inside the other, bringing forth a pleasured shriek from the normally nagging Englishman.
"YES!" Ivan had found that special spot within him, and not even Alfred could match the force of pleasure that came with it. He pushed back onto Ivan, asking for more with a smile and a throaty gasp.
That little smile was all the answers Ivan needed. Now the full mounting could begin. He pulled halfway out and thrust inside each time, waiting for Arthur to start begging for more. Just like in his dream, he was naked with his lynx. Only this time he was able to properly mount and mate with the beautiful lynx. These first rounds of thrusts were just casual ones to prepare Arthur's insides for what was to come.
"S-Some wolf!" Arthur said with mild insult. "Can't even fuck a lynx right!"
Another big mistake, but one he wouldn't regret. He screamed out in ecstasy as Ivan pulled out nearly all the way and started a pounding rhythm. It took his breath away. The mounting position didn't last long for Ivan must have decided to try something different. Arthur felt his left leg being lifted over Ivan's shoulder while he had to twist at his waist. He was able to look at Ivan, the man's normally childish face rough with blissful concentration. Arthur continued his mantra of pleasured gasps and wails as he was pounded from behind at a whole new angle.
"Mine!" Ivan said with a growl.
"Not yours!" That gave Arthur the boost of pride he needed to fight back. Oh, he was planning on getting fucked hard and raw now, but he wanted to show that he had some control. Using his other foot, he kicked Ivan in the gut as hard as he could. It had worked! Ivan was too focused on sex to properly prepare or shield himself. This gave Arthur the chance to pull himself off of Ivan's cock and slide away. "Victory is mine!"
Ivan held his hand over his stomach and grinned darkly at Arthur. "The mating has only just begun."
Arthur got onto his knees and faced Ivan, nose to nose. "Damn right it has. But now, it's my turn to have a little bit fun…and I promise you'll enjoy it!"
"I'm the alpha here."
"As am I." He grabbed Ivan's face and kissed him harshly, biting down on his bottom lip to draw blood. While Ivan pulled away to hold his lip, Arthur gave him a backhand with his fist. There wasn't much force behind it, but the intent of it was to catch the Russian unaware. Arthur shoved him onto his back, straddled his waist, and gripped the base of the large erection.
Ivan stared up at him, panting. He liked pain; he always did. If Arthur enjoyed receiving pain as much as he liked giving it, then Ivan would have to show him who ruled this roost. But right now, that soft hand was gripping him firmly, and he was curious to see what the blonde would do next. He watched as Arthur lifted himself over his cock and slowly lowered himself onto it. Ivan moaned as he watched the supple body swallow him up. So this is how Arthur planned to gain control. One thing Ivan had to say about it was that it was working.
"This feels much better." Arthur said with a moan. "I like having you under me."
"Yes, so you can have the best of everything." Ivan smirked. "Fucking yourself on me while being on top at the same time. Be thankful you have a patient wolf."
"You should be thankful that I'm letting you do this at all." Arthur shuddered as he started to lift himself up and down on the rock hard erection.
Planting his hands firmly on Ivan's chest, he let the other grip his forearms as he continued the bouncing. Arthur felt a bit of spittle running down the side of his mouth while his eyes rolled back in his head at the intense pleasure he was getting from each downward thrust into his sweet spot. He sped up the pace, not for Ivan's pleasure but simply for his own. He was the alpha and HE would set his own rhythm. God above, how he had missed the feel of another buried deep inside of him.
Arthur's body was like a hot vice around him, threatening to have him reach completion too soon in their game. Arthur was beautiful bouncing above him with that prefect body and blonde hair. He was stunning. Breathtaking. And in the firelight he looked like a wood nymph dancing above him. Ivan wanted Arthur for his own. He was mating him, mounting him, and claiming him. Arthur wouldn't belong to anyone, or so the Englishman claimed. Perhaps Ivan was playing this game all wrong. Maybe giving in to everything Arthur says and does he should act differently. Maybe they should turn this rough sex play into gentle lovemaking. If he wanted to win Arthur then he would have to take the short cut in this little game. So gripping Arthur's hips, Ivan ceased any further movement of pleasure to change the pace. He sat up on the rug and seated Arthur in his lap with his cock still buried deep inside. Ivan took the thin arms to place them around his neck and shoulders. Arthur looked confused but didn't protest the actions. Ivan brought him into a rough kiss.
Arthur kissed back, arching forward and against him as the tip of the cock grazed his sweet spot. He moaned in to Ivan's mouth while crushing the larger man to him. As he rocked forward Ivan would rock upwards, creating a delicious sensation that forced him to pull his mouth away to voice it. He arched his back when Ivan sped up, lifting him completely up and off of his cock. The rhythm was fast and rough, but exquisite. He moaned, begged, shrieked, and pleaded with Ivan to never stop. Harder and harder the Russian pounded him with bruising force, making his muscles scream with delicious protest. He pleaded, no, demanded more of Ivan's cock, and he told him so. Ivan was a better lover than he had thought.
"Fuck me; Mount me; Mark me!" Arthur chanted in Ivan's ear.
"Arthur! I'm going to…" Ivan was so close he could feel it. Just a few more thrusts...
There was a fierce pounding on the door. Both men stopped and looked. The latch was unhooked! The door burst open, and a snow-clad figure dressed all in furs stood there with a large club in their right hand.
"IVAN!" The man shouted.
Ivan held Arthur close to shield him from the stranger. Ivan knew who it was. It was one of the men from before.
"What the Hell do you want?" Ivan demanded. "Get out of my cabin!"
The darkened man turned his head to look at Arthur. "Well, well, well…what have we here?" The man chuckled, shutting the door behind him. Ivan jumped up to shield his lover further.
"I'm going to ask you again: what do you want?"
The man didn't answer, only stopped and stared at the naked man with green eyes and blonde hair on the rug.
End Chapter 6 TBC
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