A Time to Love Chapter 4, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

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Alfred leaned up against the shower wall, letting the water pouring from the showerhead wash over him like cleansing rain. Something in him felt the need to be washed clean, as if he'd done something dirty or sinful. Everything else in his was simply confused. The kiss had thrown everything into turmoil and he wasn't sure how to react anymore. So many different feelings, so much he didn't understand. Why had Ivan had to go and do that? It was probably, hands-down, the worst thing Ivan had ever done to him in the 5 years they'd known each other.

He couldn't place what it was, but something about that kiss had gotten under his skin and made him feel...something. He couldn't even be sure what that something was. It was so confusing! He didn't know how he felt about the entire situation. He knew what he should feel, and he wanted to feel that way. He wanted to feel disgusted and resigned to maybe having to repeat it. But while the thought of a repeat performance did indeed make his stomach flip, it wasn't flipping the way it was supposed to. He ran a hand through wet hair that was more tan now than it's normal color. What was wrong with him? He didn't actually like the kiss, did he? It was absurd.

But the nagging voice in the back of his mind snickered at him, reminding him that he hadn't exactly disliked it, either. And he hadn't been the one to break it, either. He could argue that he had been about to when big nose had beat him too it, but it was useless. You could fool anyone in the world, but you couldn't fool yourself. He hadn't even been thinking of ending the kiss. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind for a second, he was too busy striking the perfect balance between the disgust he should feel and the desire to tumble into the nearest bed with his partner. His fucking partner! Not only was he thinking about sleeping with someone he hated, he was thinking of sleeping with someone he worked with! If that wasn't the dumbest idea ever, he didn't know what was.

Wait, when did this go from thinking about the kiss to sex? Sure, he hadn't gotten any in awhile. But was that really an excuse to look for it anywhere he could get it? Besides, sex with Braginsky would be totally sick, right? ...Right? He tried not to think about it, not to imagine imagining how the explosive relationship that made their fights famous in the department would translate into the bedroom. But everyone knows that the more you try not to think of something, the more you think about it. And Alfred had a very active imagination that could conjure up just about anything.

Ivan growled, sinking his teeth into Alfred's neck in retaliation for the bright red scratches the younger man had left on his back. "Behave, Fredka, or I will have to punish you." He smirked, lapping at the spot soothingly as he aimed a particularly sharp thrust into him. Alfred gasped and pulled at the tuft of silver hair twisted in his fist.

Alfred panted lightly, his hand sliding over his erection. It felt sick and wrong to react like this to thoughts like that. But here he was, desire for the last person on Earth he expected coursing though his veins and touching himself. He hadn't realized he was at first, too transfixed with the mental images causing the reaction to realize he was doing it until he was already hard and aching. He pressed up against the tile and spread his legs a bit wider as he conjured up the mental image again. He moaned as quietly as he could manage and stuck a few fingers in his mouth to get them good and wet before slipping them one by one into himself while simultaneously stretching himself out.

He panted and whimpered as he thrust the fingers into himself, imagining that it was his older partner's cock slamming into him. He was so hard already, but the thought of the larger man overpowering him and overwhelming him made his whole body feel hot. He always found himself with an erection every time Braginsky managed to best him in one of their fights, but he'd always passed it off as an involuntary reaction caused by the fight or flight response. But maybe he really did just want to screw the living daylights out of him. That was fine, you didn't have to get along with someone to have sex. Look at his dad, he didn't love every woman he slept with. It was perfectly fine to be attracted to someone you hated, maybe even to be expected.

He redirected his train of thought, wondering how he'd managed to trail off on a tangent in the middle of masterbation of all things. He reconjured up a nice mental image, this time on his knees with Ivan behind him and his wrists bound to the headboard. He moaned, a little bit louder than he intended, and bucked onto the fingers between his legs. He was so close to completion, muscles tensing as his body prepared for release and a tight, hot feeling pooling in his nether regions. The mental porn video playing on the screen of his mind freeze-framed on an image of Ivan, violet eyes dancing wickedly and a predatory smirk twitching at his lips.

Alfred exploded, groaning as he shot his load and sank down the shower wall into the tub. He grabbed a washcloth, panting heavily with eyes still half mast, to wash himself off while the water still pouring from the showerhead cascaded over him, washing the evidence of his sin away. As he lay there, waiting for the strength of his limbs to return, he thought more on the subject. He would acknowledge now that he wanted Ivan, there was no reason not to. He was attractive and physical, definitely Alfred's type. The only question was whether or not he should persue it. Ivan hated him as much as he hated Ivan, that was a fact. And if he didn't want Alfred the way Alfred wanted him, then any attempts by Alfred to seduce him would end not only in no sex, but probably with Alfred missing a few limbs.

Another option was to convince Ivan that they needed to sleep together to keep up the ruse and be convincing fake lovers. This would work with or without reciprocal lust from Ivan. But if the kiss from earlier was any indication, the desire wasn't onesided. Ivan wanted to fuck him, and he was going to get what he wanted. Alfred stood up and turned off the water, stepping out of the tub and wrapping the towel aroun his waist. He grabbed his clothes to put them back on so that he didn't have to walk past Ivan in nothing but a towel, but immediately tossed them in the hamper and strolled out of the bathroom.

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Ivan had been frozen in the chair he had sat down in soon after the kiss that should never have happened. What he needed was a drink, but the liquor cabinet was locked and he didn't know where the key was or what Mei Li and Im Yong Soo would do if he broke it to get in. He didn't want to think about how soft Alfred's lips had been or how his ass had swayed so invitingly as he'd minced off. And to take a shower, of all things. The reminder that Alfred was behind the bathroom door, wet and naked, was not what he needed. What he needed was a cold shower of his own and a few shots.

What he definitely didn't need was Alfred strolling past in nothing but a towel, showing off that bare, damp flesh just when he was struggling hardest with temptation. God was testing him, seeing if he could weather the desire when what he wanted was dangled in front of him. But he was stronger than that. He ignored the man, crossing his legs to hide his shame and swallowing thickly. He would not give into the temptation to slam the wanton little brat againt the wall and show him what happens when you expose your body like that.

But Alfred wouldn't be satisfied just knowing that Ivan wanted him. While the satisfaction of knowing his state of undress was driving the other man crazy was very satisfying, it wasn't what he wanted. So he decided he would make a bold move and if Ivan asked, it was part of the ruse. When Alfred wanted something, there was no stopping him. He climbed into the Russian man's lap and linked his arms behind his neck. "I think I know how to make this a bit more realistic." He purred into his ear, delighted at the shiver he could clearly feel go up the other's spine. Oh yeah, he was smokin'.

"Alfred, what are you doing!" He hissed, looking around in a panic and trying to find a way out of this without making it seem to whoever was watching them that they were lying about being intimate with eachother. He wanted this, oh God he wanted this. But that's all it was: Desire, lust, want. It wasn't love, certainly not with this asshole. And what was sex without love? Merely a way to feel good for a small while before everything went back to the way it was before, except with more risk for disgusting diseases.

"I'm horny, you're my only option, and it's certainly going to blow any doubts that we are who we say we are out of their minds. So come on, big guy, rock my world." He taunted, kissing him hotly. He wasn't sure why he was so okay with the sudden realization that he wanted Ivan and wanted him now, but who was he to ask questions? It aided his endgame and he got what could possibly end up being great sex out of it. Or he could get really bad, awkward sex out of it. But still, sex.

Ivan, meanwhile, was getting lost in the heat of those kisses. It seemed real, the passion at least. Alfred may not love him, but he certainly wouldn't object to the things Ivan had just been thinking of doing with him. It was an opening to a chance that he might not ever get again to have this live young man underneath him, begging for him. If Alfred was the type to beg. And somehow Ivan didn't think he was. It was too bad, it would be quite attractive. And maybe they would get along better after resolving the sexual tension. Lord knew they needed to straighten out whatever made them fight so much before it ended up blowing their cover. One night couldn't hurt anything, right?

...Right?

Ivan made up his mind in that fraction of a second, scooping Alfred up and hauling ass up the stairs to the bedroom. He tossed the blonde onto the bed and leered at him as the towel slipped off of his lower body, exposing him fully to the Russian's predatory gaze. It sent nice tingles up and down Alfred's spine, being looked at that way. He smirked back and gazed at the other man with dark, seductive blue eyes. "Are you gonna stand there all day staring, hotshot? Or are gonna come over here and get me?"

That was all the invitation Ivan needed to cross the room and force Alfred down onto the bed, pinning his wrists and kissing him hard. He could feel the younger cop's toned body through his clothes and he longed for more. More contact, more skin. He sat back, removing the button up shirt and jeans that he had been told to wear. His usual atire would have been too out of place for him to be allowed to wear it. It was a good thing, though, because he usually wore many more layers and it would have delayed the moment of bare skin sliding over bare skin, lips locked and bodies entwined.

Alfred arched against him like a cat in heat, their erections sliding over each other and making both of the men feel like their blood had turned into electricity. Neither of them felt that they could wait any longer. It was like the desire burning through them was a real fire, set to consume them if they waited too long to slake their thirst for eachother. Alfred blindly reached up, groping wildly at the bedside table for the handle to the drawer. He held the kiss as long as he could, but broke it off to search with his eyes rather than just his fingers. He found what he was looking for and handed it to the man attacking his neck with love bites just a bit to harsh. But that was just the way Alfred liked it.

"Are you sure you're ready for this already?" Ivan asked in reference to the lube. He himself was already past the point of foreplay, but he didn't want to skip it. Not if Alfred didn't give the go ahead, it would be rude. But Alfred just nodded his head, nipping Ivan's lower lip before sealing them with a kiss. "Did most of the work in the shower. Just lube up and we can skip the prep." He said. But then a wicked grin crossed his face and he plucked the lube out of Ivan's hand. "Or I can do it for you." He popped the cap off the bottle and squirted some of the gel into his hand, reaching for Ivan's erection. He glided his hand up and down the shaft, spreading the lube over it. He looked up at Ivan, a devilish look in his eyes. To Ivan, he couldn't have looked more wanton or fuckable if he was bent over a table, begging.

He tangled his fingers in Alfred's hair, pulling him up by it to kiss him. Alfred apparently wasn't adverse to the rough treatment, making a small aroused noise in the back of his throat as he was hauled up. Nice to know he didn't have to be gentle with him. He had no intention of going soft on the little punk just because they were having sex. He was pretty sure that would leave them both unsatisfied, anyway. Like an argument as opposed to a fist fight.

Alfred's hand continued stroking and playing with his member. He growled into the kiss, making it more agressive and completely overpowering Alfred. He pushed him down on the bed and pinned him there, biting and sucking at his neck in a way that made the younger man moan so invitingly. He leaned back, observing his partner. Flushed, panting, naked, and practically begging to be fucked. The only thing missing was actual begging, but they could work on that later, if there was a later. For now, it was time to get down to business.

"Spread your legs, blyad." He told him, voice low and gravely. Alfred did immediately as he was told, partly because he wanted this to go down as soon as possible and partly because being ordered around in those sexy bass tones was as arousing as hell. He was rewarded almost instantly as Ivan grabbed his hips and thrust in, not even giving him a moment to adjust as he began his rough rhythm. Alfred silently sent up a prayer or thanks that he'd prepped himself in the shower, lessening the pain to a degree that took it from unbearable, to just enough to put an edge on the pleasure. He liked it rough, afterall. And he'd never really expected this jackass to be gentle.

From that point on it was less a joining of their bodies and more like a full scale war between the two. Alfred would bite down into Ivan's shoulder to muffle a grunt of pleasure as his prostate was struck, Ivan would retaliate by digging his fingers painfully into Alfred's hips. Alfred would pull his hair and Ivan would slam his head against the bed. For every blow there was a return shot and by the time Alfred felt himself near peaking, he was covered in bruises and bite marks. But as painful and hate-fueled as the sex was, it was the best he'd ever had. There was a kind of thrill in letting go of any inhibitions and causing pain at your own will. And receiving the blows in return just meant that his partner was as into it as he was.

Alfred cried out, pulling harshly at silver strands as he came hard between their intelocked bodies. He felt a warm rush in his gut and another inside where Ivan had followed him to the edge of completion and emptied himself inside of him. He styaed like that for a few mintues more, coiled around Ivan like a tense snake, before slowly disentangling himself and relaxing back onto the bed.

"That was..." He said, panting bearthlessly, unable to find quite the words to describe it.

"Yes..." The Russian man agreed, collapsing onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"Wow." Alfred let out in a rush of breath. That really had been incredible. If he thought fighting with the guy was satisfying, this was a whole new level.

"Yes." Ivan agreed again, not really knowing what else to say. "We should rest now. There is a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Alfred nodded and rolled over, diving under the covers and snuggling down. He expected Ivan to do the same, sticking to his own side of the bed with his back to his American counter part. But instead the taller man moulded his body to Alfreds and draped his arm over his waist. Alfred wasn't sure he was comfortalbe with spooning with the guy, but Ivan merely shook his head and yawned. "They may still be watching. Besides, you are warm and it is a cold night."

Alfred took the logic as good enough and shrugged, nuzzling into his pillow and sighing contentedly. He'd slept in more uncomfortable places before. And besides, it was kind of reassuring to have someone with him. Maybe it would help him sle-...

Before he could finish the thought, he was already drifting off into dreamland still held fast in Ivan's arms.

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There was just…no way to save this chapter from being a blatant act of pandering to the readers. It doesn't fit in the story and I hate it. But because it's already been posted and there's no way to put a chapter or two in between this one and the last, it stays in.

Also, as a warning, don't expect daily posts anymore. This is where the posting edited versions of what I've already written ends and the real work begins.