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Warnings: Yaoi (RussiaxAmerica), extreme
angst, language, drug use, violence, hurt/comfort and explicit sexual
depictions ahead.� This fanfic is intended for adult readers only.

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~ * ~� Flowers for a
Weed� ~ * ~

Chapter Eight

By Arcadia Eclipse

�� By the time that my eyes finally fluttered open I was
keenly aware of a painful sensation radiating from the center of my torso and
spiraling outwards from there as if someone had seen fit to kick me in the
check whist I slumbered.� The drug
mingled with alcohol had done quite a number on my body, but although I ached
terribly there was something sweet and rather comforting about waking up with
two pairs of arms wound tenderly around my waist.� Raivis remained
small and completely oblivious as the Latvian slept in my arms with his head
tucked securely beneath my chin.�
Although I was curled up on my side and blind to the man behind me,
there was no doubt in my mind that the slender arm draped over my hip and the
flaccid cock still pressed against the crack of my ass belonged to Toris.� I ached below
the waist but it was a decidedly good ache to have.

�� Sighing softly into the top of Raivis�s
golden hair, I spotted Eduard now sitting in a plush
armchair beside the bed and slowly sipping at a cup of tea as he watched us
intently.� He seemed a little hesitant
when my eyes met his, but the Estonian spoke softly so as not to wake his
allies from their exhausted slumber.

�� Do you remember anything from last night?�

�� Bits and pieces,� I admitted softly.� �And no, before you ask, I do not harbor any
regrets.�

�� Behind me Toris began to
stir, although sleep clung to his tired face while the brunette slowly sat
upright and looked at us each in turn.�
He seemed a little nervous when his gaze fell upon me, but I smiled and
gently caressed his cheek setting the skittish Lithuanian at ease.

�� For the first time, I am the one aching after our
sex, Toris.�

�� I-I�m sorry,� he stammered but I found the adorable
flush on his cheeks far too enjoyable to take back my soft admission.� �We were too rough, Ivan.�

�� You were perfectly fine,� I reassured him before
noting that the Latvian too was awake now and looking up at me wordlessly as my
lips formed a smile for the sleepy blonde.�
�And though you lack much discretion with your words, you are still far
too shy around me, little Raivis.�

�� He blushed and tugged the blankets up over his
eyes.� Only Raivis
had been too nervous to take me the previous evening and instead settled on
experiencing the familiar pleasures from my lips and tongue lavished on his
most intimate flesh.

�� Are you coming to the meeting this morning?�

�� I might take Alfred out to breakfast instead.� I do not regret reaffirming the deep
affections that I still harbor for each of you, but I must admit to feeling a
bit guilty for making him sleep alone last night.�

�� I�m sorry.�

�� Do not trouble yourself with misplaced woe, Toris.� I truly do
not hold any regrets for what we did and neither should you.�

�� At least for the moment my misgivings were few and
far between.� Hopefully Alfred could
forgive me an occasional indiscretion considering the questionable state in
which I left his hotel room the previous evening.� The American may not be patient but he had
always been an understanding lover before and I had no reason to believe that
his behavior towards me would change anytime soon.

�� The smell of sex clung stubbornly to my flesh long
after Eduard spread my thighs and laid claim to my
backside in a final round of unrestrained passion before I departed our ally�s
bed.� For Alfred�s sake, I gently refused
the others a final round with my body and kissed each of my Baltics
goodbye before making my way back to my own hotel room
to grab a quick shower.� I wasn�t
expecting to see the American draped half-naked over my bed but I suppose it
was my fault for disappearing so suddenly the night before.� Although I had no intention of waking him
just yet, the younger man must have heard me turn on the shower in my bathroom
since I spotted him in the doorway shortly after stripping off my own clothing.

�� You didn�t come back last night.�

�� I know.� I am
sorry, Alfred.� My brain and body had a disconnect.�

�� Mind telling me who you slept with?�

�� My smile was small but cautious, not wanting him to
be upset but unwilling to lie to him either.

�� My former friends.�

�� Considering your history, Ivan, that�s pretty
vague.�

�� Eduard, Toris and Raivis.�

�� The American
blinked at me in surprise, but I found it reassuring that his expression
remained calm as the younger man followed me into the shower after shucking off
his shorts first.� With the warm water
pouring down around our naked bodies, I embraced him and there was no anger or
hesitation in the kiss that we shared.� I
loved him.� From the bottom of my heart,
I did.

�� So how was it?�

�� Hmm?�

�� He grinned at me and arched an eyebrow while gripping
the cheeks of my ass to clarify his question without the need for words.� What a strange young man he was.� Most lovers would be livid but Alfred Jones
was brushing his fingers against my sore opening, effectively spreading a bit
of the excess seed still leaking out of my body from my recent sexual
escapades.

�� I don�t remember much of it to be honest.�

�� I�m sorry, Ivan.�
I know you wouldn�t have gone and slept with them if I didn�t get you
high first.�

�� I care for each of them still and ultimately it was
my decision.�� I shrugged but drew his
body tightly against my own to sigh into his shoulder.� �I am the one who is sorry, Alfred.�

�� I know.� I
really only have one regret though.�

�� Which is?�

�� The American grinned and slowly slid two long fingers
inside of my sore entrance though thankfully the semen expelled deeply inside
of me the previous night coupled with Eduard�s left
there only an hour earlier made for more than ample lubrication.

�� They got to take you before I did.�

�� I snorted and pressed a smirked kiss to his lips.

�� I thought that you enjoyed taking a more submissive
role in the bedroom.�

�� Well, we�re not in the bedroom now, are we?�

It
was such a rarity seeing Alfred take control over me, and although my body was
still painfully sore I ignored any lingering discomfort for now in favor of
holding his firm body tightly against my own while we kissed again in
earnest.� His hands traveled like
wildfire over the wide expanse of my back, and I found myself quite convinced
that all of the water in Russia and America combined could not have cooled his desires for me in
that moment.� I was amused but completely
willing in the young American�s arms as Alfred turned my body about and pressed
me against the tile wall from knee to chest before setting his hips against my
backside.

My
body was broader and more heavyset but we were nearly equal in height and
Alfred had no difficulty in kissing first the nape of my neck then each of my
shoulders in turn.� I could feel him
stroking his cock to hardness behind me but my desire to pleasure him was
strong and I tipped my chin up to lay my head back on his shoulder and speak
into the smaller man�s ear.

�Let
me suck you, lover.�

�� No.� I want to fuck you, Ivan.� It�s my turn to take you.�

�Alfred,�
I licked lightly at the outer shell of his ear making the American shiver
slightly.� �Let me suck you and when
you�re ready you can take me.�

�I�m
ready now.�� And yet he didn�t make a
move right away, still pressed flush to my backside and highly aroused while
his voice was husky and low.� �Ivan�would
you�beg me to fuck you?�

I
chuckled.

�I
said you could, silly American.�

�But�would
you�beg me to?�

Now
that was something different entirely.�
We had never discussed things like kink before but it would be
presumptuous of me to assume that Alfred had no personal turn-ons whereas everything about the American, save for his
drug habit, aroused me immensely.� All this time, had I not been fulfilling him
with our relationship?� I would hate to
think that I had unconsciously been denying my lover something that he needed
to be happy.

�Alfred�would
you tell me what turns you on?�

There
might be more to his request after all, and as his devoted lover I fully
intended to carry out every aspect Alfred�s fantasy if it was within my power
to fulfill.� The American seemed a little
embarrassed to have such a frank discussion with me when I might be disinclined
to go along with his kinks, but we were lovers now and he had no reason to
worry.

I
turned around to face the younger man and tip his chin up to regard me.� At least now he could see my smile and be
reassured.

�It�s�not
weird is it, Ivan?� I just� I wish I
could turn you on like that.� So much
you�d beg me to take you.� Stupid, huh?�

�It�s
not stupid.�

My
thumb gently brushed over his bottom lip before pressing a soft kiss to his
mouth.� I might not be the most likely
man to beg for anything, let alone sex, but my feelings for Alfred had long ago
outweighed my pride.� He would not be the
first man that I had submitted to, but the American would certainly see a side
of me that the others had not.

Silently,
I stepped away to face the wall again, this time bending over to make my
superior height no longer as evident.� My
arms crossed and pressed against the tile to give my forehead something to rest
against, but my body was definitely prone in this position now bent over at the
waist with my backside presented to him in offering.

�� Alfred,� slowly I reached
one hand behind me to spread the cheeks of my ass and expose my sore entrance
to him, �please�would you fuck me?�

Shame
was not in my repertoire of emotions, and I thought nothing of presenting
myself to him in such a wanton fashion.�
There was a long pause before I felt my lover press in firmly against my
backside and his hands took over mine in spreading my cheeks wide to make space
for his cock between them.� I could feel
his erection twitching eagerly against my opening but the American did not
enter me right away.

�Ivan��

�Please
fuck me, Alfred?� I want to feel you
inside me, da.�

Pain
blossomed below my waist when the younger man acquiesced and finally tipped his
hips forwards to fill me again, but not a word of protest left my lips even as
the younger man buried himself to the root inside of me.� The fluids from my Estonian and Lithuanian
lovers remained deep within me providing ample lubrication for his thrusts, but
I was unable to still Alfred�s hand before he reached for my flaccid cock and
then froze behind me for a moment.

�You..� You�re not
aroused, Ivan?�

�I
know.� I am sorry, Alfred.�

�I
don�t turn you on at all?�

�It
isn�t that,� I tried to reassure him but I could only imagine how Alfred must
be feeling after having confirmed that I was still soft as he laid claim to my
body for the first time.� �I am still
tired from last night and it seems that my body will not respond to the arousal
flooding my brain right now.� My apologies, lover.�

The
American didn�t seem fully convinced though, and had it not been for his own
arousal I was fairly certain that he would have pulled out and never again
asked to be the dominant partner in our sex.�
Arousal didn�t mask the crestfallen expression on his face however, and
I locked my hand around his at my waist to hopefully keep him there should Alfred
wish to flee.

�You
feel amazing, Alfred.� It really does
feel so very good to me.�

��You�re
not just saying that because you think it�s what I want to hear?�

I
smiled and this time guided his hand away from my cock to rest upon the soft
hair now matted to my chest while the water streamed down around us both.� He could feel it now.� My cock may not be aroused at the moment but
my heart was racing just the same from the thrill of finally playing submissive
to the man that I loved.� It was like
bedding a virgin in a way, and the realization that Alfred was nervous and
doubted himself gave me all the more reason to demonstrate in other ways what
pleasures he brought me even if my cock simply refused to respond.

His
hips shifted forward tentatively again with a short, jabbing thrust and this
time I did not hold back in the least, arching my back and gasping in pleasure
as his lengthy erection hit a pleasure point buried deep inside of my
body.� I tried to hold my hips steady as
Alfred�s pace increased, but each thrust forward would rock me into the wall
that I braced myself against while wringing another shuddering gasp or groan
from my lips.� Nothing made me more upset
than disappointing him, but my cock was something that I had little control
over at the moment.

Our
pace sped as the American�s passion for me mounted into a veritable crescendo
of arousal, culminating in his groaning release deep into my body and the
addition of his seed to that of my Baltics still
lingering inside of my intimate flesh.�
For a moment his hand drifted again to my cock as if to stroke me to
orgasm as well but his fingers paused over my softened shaft and remained
still.� Perhaps he was just investigating
whether I remained unerect even in the aftermath of
our sex.

�Ivan,
be honest with me.� Was I okay?�

�You�re
a fool, Alfred.�� But I turned in his
arms and cupped his cheeks to kiss the younger man with all of the love and
affection that I harbored for him.� �But
you are and have always been an amazing lover.�

�� Any smile from his lips was a blessing to behold and
now was no exception.� Our kiss was slow
and heartfelt before Alfred departed my company to dry off and return to my
bedroom so he could dress.� Considering
the obscene amount of sex that I had experienced in the last twenty-four hours,
I opted for a slightly longer shower complete with a soapy scrub-down before I
finally turned off the water and dried my body with Alfred�s discarded
towel.� Funny that even after bathing it
still smelled distinctly like him.

Upon
emerging from the bathroom with the towel around my waist, I shook my head and
snorted softly to see Alfred was still butt-naked and now seated on my bed with
little Luna and Sol curled up together sleeping against his hip.� He didn�t seem to notice me standing there,
completely absorbed in the task at hand as my lover slid a loaded syringe into
his vein and pushed the small plunger downwards expelling his morning shot of
cocaine directly into his bloodstream.

There
really must be something wrong with me that I didn�t find myself disturbed by
the sight but instead I towel-dried my hair casually and gently pet each of the
little huskies in turn, pulling Luna into my lap and sitting beside Alfred on
the bed.� I said nothing at first,
watching the young American tighten a belt about my
arm for my own hit of the potent drug.�
Potentially deadly, but I had already resigned myself that was would be
our morning ritual for as long as Alfred continued to use.

�Did
you want breakfast or do we just go to the meeting today?�

�Fuck
the meeting.� All they do is argue and
bitch at me these days.� I�m fucking sick
of it, Ivan.�

�Are
they still sending you death threats?�

�Yeah,
like�every day now.�� He rolled his eyes
at me evidently not a bit concerned about the little countries of no real
importance that yearned to make the great American tremble in fear.� It was all just a pathetic attempt at macho
posturing as far as I was concerned.� No
country in their right mind would attack my lover lest they be decimated in the
aftermath by the American�s nuclear arsenal, and that was only if they survived
the sheer brutality and agonizing pain that all of Russia would inflict upon them for trying to harm that which
was mine alone.

Over
the next few weeks, skipping our morning meetings became the norm for us,
although whether the consistent drug use day after day had something to do with
our increasingly lax approach to foreign policy I did not know for
certain.� Truthfully, I couldn�t care
less.� The cocaine was singing in my
veins and I found myself grinning for the duration of our morning walk
hand-in-hand to Alfred�s favorite caf�.�
I was in love and nothing, no one else mattered
to me any more.

�It�s
starting to get colder.�

�That
happens every September, Alfred.� The
flowers have already begun to fade away.�

Together
we smiled for the hostess as she led us to our usual table by the window so
Alfred could enjoy looking at the leaves now blowing in the gentle breeze
outside the restaurant.

�And the weeds?�

�Even
your weeds will fade away soon enough.�
They have enjoyed quite an easy life in the summer sun but all good
things must come to an end eventually.�

His
frown triggered my own sudden surge of discontent.� It was as if the both of us were connected on
a much deeper level than mere boyfriends or lovers even shared, though whether
that realization troubled or reassured me I couldn�t be certain.� My hand drifted across the table top to
settle over his, and though his eyes continued to gaze out the large window at
the world beyond I saw Alfred smile.

�So
the flowers and weeds both die together in the end.�

�No,�
I smiled and gently stroked my thumb over the back of his hand.� �The fragile flowers will wither and turn
into dust but the weeds will patiently slumber until the warm days of
springtime awaken them again.�

�It�s
a nice thought in theory, I guess.�

Alfred�s
smile was cut short as the American suddenly winced and jerked his hand away
from mine to clutch at his chest in obvious pain.� It wasn�t the first time that I was witness
to one of his attacks, and although he would laugh about it later and claim
that it was nothing but a bit of heartburn I had a hard time finding any
sincerity in his words.

�You
need to see a doctor, Alfred.� You�ve
been in more pain lately.� I can see it
on your face plain as day, although you try to hide it from me.�

�I�m
fine!�� Instantly his serene demeanor
devolved into a grumbling stubbornness that I found to be more frustrating than
not lately.� �You know what the doctor�s gonna say anyway.�

�So
why don�t you quit?�

�It�s
my fucking decision, Ivan!� My body, my life!�

�Using
drugs is both our choice, Alfred, but it would break my heart if you died
because of it.�

My
honest words, grave though they were, gave Alfred pause, but all of his anger
melted away at seeing me smile weakly at him and this time the young American
raked one hand through his hair and sighed.

�I�ll
try to quit if you will too.�

I
nodded without a second thought.� Having
only using cocaine recreationally for a few weeks, I wasn�t actually addicted
to the drug just yet and quitting wouldn�t really faze me like it did him.

�I
don�t mean cocaine, Ivan.� You gotta quit drinking.�

�That�s
not the same, Alfred.�

�How
is it any different?�

I
opened my mouth to explain but no words came out.� Really wasn�t alcohol a drug, too?� It wasn�t any less addictive or potentially
deadly than cocaine given the large quantities that I consumed on a regular
basis.� Fair was fair though, and as
Alfred would say it was �time to put up or shut up�.

�I
will stop drinking.�

�Seriously?�

�Yes.� I love you, Alfred.�

His
cheeks slowly took on a pinkish hue and I could see pleasure on his face now
from my soft admission.� Strange that it
took such a somber conversation for me to profess my true feelings for the
first time, but Alfred�s hand found mine over the table and I smiled to feel
his warm fingers stroking lovingly over my colder digits.

�I�ll
quit then.� And not just cuz I�m sick and tired of being sick and tired.� I�ll quit because I love you too, Ivan.� Out of curiosity though,� Alfred bit his lip
and squeezed my hand lightly, �if I asked you to marry me, would you?�

�Without a second thought, da.�

�I�ll
definitely keep that in mind.�

Part
of me wanted to explore the topic of a formal marriage alliance further but
Alfred�s body jerked then went ridged again and he gasped as another painful
attack ripped through his young body.� My
brows knit and I squeezed his hand in an effort to calm him and ease the
American�s pain somehow, but this particular attack was much more violent than
any other that I had witnessed before it.�
My heart leapt into my throat and yet I couldn�t tear my eyes away from
the horrifying scene as my struggling lover began coughing up an abundance of
blood directly onto the table before us.�
Instantly I was on my feet with a growing sense of urgency.

�Alfred!� Alfred, breathe!� Someone call an ambulance!�

Panic
was not in my usual repertoire of emotions, but something about watching my
beloved American wheezing and clutching to his chest in utter agony as blood
trickled down his lips provided me with my greatest scare since the nuclear
arms race with this very same man.�
Alfred exuded cockiness and arrogance on a regular basis, but I felt
nearly suffocated in the wake of his crippling pain now driving convulsions
through my lover�s body as I kneeled with him in my arms on the caf� floor.

�Call
a fucking ambulance and make them hurry!�

Blood
was everywhere.� Why was there so much
blood on his shirt?

I
ignored the rest of the caf� patrons, determinedly ripping open the younger
man�s shirt to finally see the full extent of the damage to his paling
flesh.� Gods above, what could have
possibly caused the two gaping wounds in his chest so close to his heart?� He was so pale and I could feel the young
American quickly bleeding out in my arms, but although my hands clamped firmly
over the wounds trying to keep pressure on his injuries I could sense his life
slipping away beneath my shaking palms.

�Stay
with me, Alfred.� Please, keep you eyes
open��

I
could hear the wailing of sirens in the distance but help seemed like it was
worlds away from where I clutched frantically to my dying lover.� Around us the other customers were looking
away now from the blood and gore quickly spreading on the tile floor around
us.� All eyes but mine were glued to a
television screen mounted near the ceiling and flashing images now of two
buildings in flames as Americans screamed and fled in abject horror to see
their fragile world come crashing down around them.

My
ears were closed to the cries and chaos emanating from the monitor above.� All that mattered was the American slowly
dying in my arms as I clutched him against my chest and cried freely into his
shoulder.� What could I do to save
him?� What in the world could I do?

~ * ~� To Be Continued� ~ * ~
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