Opening Statements: Haha...I hate this chapter so much. Not only is there an abundance of shittyness and OOC, but I feel like the sex scene is the worst thing I've ever written... And for people who are all "You're an awesome writer!" I love anyone's approval, but I quite honestly see myself as shit. It's just my thing. Back on track... Like I said, America gets over the 'rape victim' thing pretty quickly. Seems like all he needed was some Russia to snap him out of it, eh? On other notes, allow me to answer a couple of questions in the reviews (which I cried after reading, thank you all so much), no, America was not just acting and saying those things because of the drug. It just helped him a bit. And I love slutty America too, especially if he's in a dress hurrhurr... And apparently I'm magic. Awesome. Oh, and about the 'breaking America thing' don't worry about that now, that doesn't come into the story for a total of... ... *checks list* 37 chapters. ...Yeah. And to get one thing clear, there is some sort of lemon every chapter. So far I have up to chapter 37 written (I started quite a while ago) and after chapter 10, I will begin taking requests if anyone cares. On to why I hate this chapter. ...I just do. Except for Canada. He was so fun to write. Oh and this is for the most part 90% unedited so please forgive anything you see... I'll shut up nao. *pewf*
EDITED: I was in such a rush to get to catch my bus and get to school I didn't fine tune the last bits like spacing, so that's done. ...Sorry ¬_¬' Also, I changed the name of the chapter. That was just silly of me.
Disclaimer: Hurrhurr, if I owned Hetalia... *drool* ...Um, I don't own Hetalia.
WARNING: Dildo usage, sex on top of a desk, masturbation, mostly unedited (not much to warn about, but it's still a damn long chapter...)
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Alfred woke up around ten the next morning, completely exhausted. He had ended up fucking Ivan for hours, and his body ached all over. He woke up in cream-colored pajamas the Russian had probably dressed him in, and alone. The king-sized bed was cold and empty without the Russian next to him. When he'd finally fallen asleep the night before Ivan had snuggled up right next to him, thoroughly milked dry. It had been warm and comforting to have someone sleep beside him, because he almost always shared a bed with someone.
The American sat up and rubbed his eyes. The first thing that registered in his mind was that he needed food. He was hungry as all hell, and he didn't know where to go to get anything to eat.
As if on cue, Lithuania came into the room with a tray of food. "G-good morning, America. How are you doing?" Toris asked, polite as ever as he placed the tray in Alfred's lap. "You should t-take these pills; they'll help with the soreness." The Baltic nation handed a couple pills to the blonde and pointed to the glass of water on the tray.
"Thanks, Toris, you're a life saver, man," Alfred laughed, taking the pills and swallowing them quickly. He downed the glass of water and wiped his mouth on his sleeve when he was done. "Where'd that creepy commie go?"
"R-Russia told me to tell you that he had to run out to the capital. He said he'd be back around lunch time. That is in a couple hours," Lithuania informed him, feeling a little awkward. He then blushed at what he was going to say next. "And...he told me...to give you this." Toris produced an orange envelope from behind him and handed it to Alfred. He blushed darkly. "I-I should go... If you need me then I'll be in my room with Latvia and Estonia."
Watching as Lithuania quickly scurried out of the room, America wondered what the hell could be in the envelope... Oh well, he could open it after he ate. Alfred scarfed down the food as fast as he could. He felt half-starved, and he was glad that there was a lot of food on the tray.
Once the tray was void of any food, crumbs and all, Alfred pushed the tray to the side and tore into the orange envelope. He blushed heavily upon shaking the items out of the envelope.
A large purple dildo fell onto the sheets, at least eight inches long and probably three inches in girth. Alfred blushed upon seeing it. It was still in the clear wrapping, so it was obvious that it was brand new. He picked up the other item, a tube of lube that was vanilla scented. A note was attached to it, in Ivan's handwriting.
'Alfred,
I won't be home for a few more hours, but I may
stop in to see you. I was thinking about getting this for
you for hours last night. It should keep you occupied
until I get home. Think of me when you use it.
Love, Ivan.
PS: They didn't have sunflower scented lubrication
so I got you vanilla instead. I hope it is to
your liking. Enjoy.'
Alfred's cheeks burned upon reading the note. That fucking commie bastard! Like hell he was going to use the fucking toy! Blue eyes strayed to gaze upon the dildo, still perfectly sealed in its wrapping from the store. He picked it up carefully, like it would harm him if he didn't handle it properly. He unwrapped it slowly, unsure.
It was long, and purple, almost see-through. It felt squishy, yet still firm, in his hands, like it was made of jelly. It had a black strap at the base where one could slide a couple of their fingers in, as to make sure it didn't go in too far or get stuck.
"That bastard... And what the fuck is up with that, sunflower scented lube? What the hell! What would that even smell like!" The American exclaimed, mostly to himself. He bit his bottom lip, just imagining what it would be like to have the toy sliding in and out of him. He shook his head, dropping the dildo and swinging his legs out from under the covers. He walked into the bathroom, trying not to think about the toy that Ivan had bought for him.
After a quick shower, Alfred flopped back on the bed and sighed. His gaze drifted back to the dildo that lay beside him. He picked it up and ran his fingers over the tip and down to the base, feeling every groove, vein and rib that designed the long phallus. It was big, but not as big Russia. It was only slightly bigger than Florida, maybe by an inch. ...Well, Ivan had gone through the trouble of buying the damn thing for him, so...
Suddenly feeling very hot and bothered by the notion of using the toy, Alfred wanted to know what the dildo felt like inside of him. He had his own dildo at home, but it was smaller than this one, and it was only a red, cylindrical one made of rubber, not very realistic looking at all. Making up his mind, Alfred hooked two thumbs into his pajama bottoms and pushed them down, kicking them off his feet completely.
After a couple seconds of fumbling Alfred found the vanilla scented lube and popped the cap open. He sniffed it. It really did smell like vanilla; it was intoxicating. Alfred set himself comfortably up against the headboard, spreading his legs in front of him in missionary position, setting the dildo down to reach up and give Nantucket a couple rubs to get himself hard.
When he successfully made himself fully erect, Alfred spread some of the lube on his fingers, rubbing it a little to warm it up before he reached down and pushed one into himself as he pulled his legs up. He whined quietly, closing his eyes at the intrusion. He wished it was someone else doing this to him; one's own touch is a poor substitute.
Quickly moving on to two fingers, and then three, Alfred eagerly thrust the fingers in and out of himself. After just a few thrusts he deemed himself stretched enough and reached for the dildo. He rubbed the lubricant up and down the toy, licking the tip for extra precaution. (The lube even tasted like vanilla!) Once the dildo was lubed up the American held it by the base and positioned the head to his hole. He bit his lip as he pushed it into himself at a slow and steady pace. When it was fully sheathed inside him, Alfred slipped two fingers into the strap at the base and wiggled the phallus around inside him a bit to get used to the feeling. It didn't fill him up quite as much as Ivan's cock did, but it was still pretty good. ...Wait, why was he comparing them?
Erasing any thoughts of Russia from his mind, Alfred pulled the toy out of him until only the tip was in and thrust it back in. A pleased groan left his parted lips as the toy successfully struck his sweet spot on the first thrust. Alfred let out a whiny sigh and reached up, taking Nantucket between two of his fingers. He bucked his hips up when his erogenous zone was massaged and spread his legs, allowing more room for the toy to move. The hand that controlled the dildo was easily sliding it in and out of him in an even rhythm; each time it hit that special bundle of nerves inside his body that made him seize in pleasure.
Alfred decided that the position he was in was too dry and boring for his tastes, and promptly turned over onto his hands and knees. He laid himself down on his shoulders as to gain better access to the toy, resting his cheek on the sheets. With the change of position Alfred began moving the dildo in and out of himself once more with ease, toying with his ahoge with his other hand.
An approving gasp found its way past America's defenses as his sweet spot was hit, finally letting all the noises and sounds he had held in escape him. The once quiet room was filled with his moans and gasps, reverberating and bouncing off the walls erotically.
"Ohhh, nnnn, yes!" Alfred moaned, rolling his hips back as he pushed the dildo into him even farther. He was sweaty and sticky, and wanted release. But... There was just something missing!
"I see you are enjoying yourself." Alfred squealed in a very non-heroic way when his ass was slapped. Stupid commie, had to come in when he was busy... "Do you want help, любовь?"
"W-what the hell, fucking red bastard, don't touch...nnn!" America panted, his hand moving even quicker, thrusting the toy in and out, in, out, in, almost there, so close...!
Rubbing the red mark that was left from where he had spanked the American, Ivan watched with amusement. He pulled the glove off of one of his hands and reached underneath Alfred, fisting his erection firmly. His smile went wider as he heard an approving gasp from the American. "You like your new toy, dа?"
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes, yeeeees!" Alfred moaned, arching his back as he thrust the toy into himself as deep as he could, barely remembering to answer the question, "I looooove iiiit!" He whimpered and bucked his hips back when the Russian began stroking his hard, leaking member. He felt his orgasm coming on strong, his body beginning to shake with anticipation.
With one final cry Alfred came, his body still in motion for a few more seconds before he settled down and went limp on the bed. He lay there, panting, basking in the post-orgasm effect of his intense masturbation. He groaned in both annoyance and pleasure as he felt Ivan's lips attack the back of his neck.
"Stop that. Fucking commie. You probably drugged my food again."
"Haha, nyet, моя прекрасная подсолнечника, I learned my lesson from yesterday," Ivan giggled, rubbing Alfred's tense shoulders. "I will no longer be using aphrodisiacs to coerce you into bed. I will let your hormones do that for me."
"Creep...nnng..." Alfred rolled over on his back and reached down, pulling the dildo out from his entrance. "God that thing is big..." He frowned when Ivan pinned him to the bed and planted a kiss on his lips. "What, are you gonna fuck me now?"
"Sadly not. I was only stopping in to see you briefly; I have to return to the capital soon. I will return in an hour, two maximum, so you needn't worry, I will fuck you again soon enough. Feel free to seek out Latvia or Lithuania if you get bored or if you need anything, and Estonia should be around as well." Ivan giggled and kissed the American again. He pushed himself off the bed and turned to the door, pulling his long coat over his erection. He was trying to show restraint.
"Yeah, sure," Alfred groaned, propping himself up on his elbows. "But if I get horny and call you you'll come back, right?"
Ivan just laughed. "We'll see. I'll be back soon, подсолнечник."
Alfred lay on the bed for a few more minutes, waiting until he was sure that the Russian man had left the house. He quickly scavenged his clothes from around the room and put them back on. He winced as he walked through the bedroom door, pain shooting up his spine. He'd have to ask Lithuania for some more of those pills.
After a few moments of wandering around upstairs, Alfred found the stairs that lead downstairs. He took them two at a time, hoping that Lithuania would be willing to talk with him. He was bored, and he didn't want anything sexual. That could be saved for later.
Peeking in the dining there, Lithuania was indeed there, cleaning up the table from where most of the food was still set out from the night before. America quickly threw open the door and held his arms out with a big grin. "Yo, man! You got anymore food?"
"Hello again, America," Lithuania mumbled clearing away some of the dishes. "Y-your glasses are there, and I folded up your jacket and put it in your room." He pointed to Texas, which was lying folded on the table. "And I can make you more food if you would like."
"Thanks, Toris." Alfred nodded and snatched up his glasses, placing them on his nose gently. His sight didn't actually change whether he had Texas on his face or not, but he was used to it and it was comforting to have Texas back. "Hey, I'm kinda bored, what do you do for fun around here?"
Lithuania bit his lip as he gathered up more of the dishes into a small pile. "Well, when we're not taking care of the house my brothers and I are often reading. Estonia likes to play cards. Though most of the time Russia is using us for...experiments." Toris shuddered at the word. He was still recovering from the most recent 'experiment.' It had taken the entire day for the aphrodisiac to wear off. He'd shamefully spent that whole day in his bathroom.
"God that's boring..." Alfred sighed, leaning against the table. "You need help with those?"
"No! I can do this! You are a guest here, America, you shouldn't have to do anything..." Lithuania sounded like he wanted to say more, but he trailed off instead. "I'll get you your food."
Alfred watched Toris as he cleaned up the room and disappeared into another room and returned shortly with another tray of food. He wished he had his phone so that he could call Mattie or Arthur... He'd forgotten it at Mattie's house, actually. "Hey, Toris, you got a phone I could borrow?"
"Ah...no, I don't. There is a phone in Russia's study. But it's-"
"Cool thanks!" Alfred grinned, scarfing down most of the food in just a couple bites before jumping up and running back upstairs without waiting to hear what the Baltic man was about to say.
It took him a few minutes but Alfred found the study. It was sleek looking, with an expensive looking business chair behind a nice mahogany desk and a phone in the corner. A shelf of books against the wall, all in Russian so Alfred couldn't read them even if he was interested.
The American quickly picked up the phone and tried to think of Canada's number. Finally, he remembered the digits and punched them in, fidgeting as the phone rang. "Come on, come on, come ooooon!" He whispered furiously placing a hand on the front of the desk and leaning on it.
"Um...hello? Who's this?"
"Mattie! You gotta help me, that fucking commie kidnapped me and drugged me and fucked my brains out!"
"Um, Al, where are you calling from? The caller ID says the area code is in the Russian countryside... He didn't actually take you back with him to Russia, did he?" Matthew sounded a little disbelieving over the phone. It wasn't like Russia would actually lug Alfred all the way back to...
"He did! And then he went and got me a fuckin' dildo and-" Alfred exclaimed. He was cut off by the still level-headed tone of his brother.
"Okay, slow down because I think my brain just broke."
So Alfred immediately began with when Ivan had kidnapped him and forced him to come back with him to Russia. He hid nothing from his brother, giving every horrible detail (horrible in his mind at least), not afraid to shout and annoy the Canadian. He went on, and on, and on, until he was sure that at least an hour had passed.
"Right. So you pretty much fucked him for hours, then you begged for more, then you fucked yourself on a dildo that he bought you, and now you're calling me to complain about it?" Giving an aggravated sigh, Canada pinched the bridge of his nose. Oh how stupid his brother could be... "Look, just admit you like it, Al. I mean, I was upset about what he did to you the first time, but you don't sound like you're about to burst into tears like you were when you wanted to tell me what happened to you before, and you were willing to tell me over the phone this time. And you have that tone where even though you like something you're determined not to show it. It's the Rugby thing all over again."
"Hey, I don't like Rugby! It's a retarded sport and only Iggy would like it, and he's the only one who does!"
"Al, it's football without padding. I'm not going to argue with you about this. Just admit you like it, eh?" Matthew sighed. Geez, he didn't know why his brother made such a big deal over sports. Whatever, hockey was the best anyway.
"I do not like Rugby!"
"I'm talking about the sex..." Matthew decided to change the subject, since he knew that Alfred wouldn't change his mind about the Rugby thing. "Alright, where is he now?"
"No clue. He said something about going to the capital or something, so I guess he's in Moscow right now. I'm pretty sure that we're in Kazan', or close to it." Alfred shrugged, even if Matthew couldn't see him. "But I'm serious, Mattie, I'm really confused about this!"
"It isn't my fault that you can't control yourself." Canada sounded annoyed, but he wasn't heartless. "Look, just roll with it. I'm sure he'll get bored with you if you go along with it. That's what people like Russia want, they want a fight and they want the unpredictability of what you'll do."
"How do you know that?" Alfred asked, furrowing his brow.
"Just...t-trust me."
"No! You tell me what you- whoa fuck!" Alfred interrupted himself as he felt hands at his hips. He turned his head to see an amused looking Russia right behind him. "Oh shit."
"Al? What's going on? Al?"
Ivan didn't say anything. He just smiled and reached up, taking the phone and hanging up before the American could protest. Finally he shattered the silence with a giggle. "Well, you certainly took charge of the house while I was away. Getting dressed all by yourself, using Lithuania to your advantage, and even using my phone like a big boy."
Okay, now that was clearly mocking him. "I am not a child!" America growled turning around and pushing the Russian away. "I may only be about 250 years old, but my land has held human life for like, 10,000 years or something! I can't remember, but it was a big number! So as a nation I might not be as old as your ancient ass, but I'm old enough to do things myself! I'm not a fuckin' kid!"
The Russian just smiled that creepy smile at him even wider. He violently shoved Alfred down on the desk and pinned him down. "You are so full of fight and life still. Clearly I haven't done enough to break you yet." He gripped Alfred by his hair and pulled his head back so that his neck was exposed. "You have no idea how much I want to take that away from you."
Alfred whimpered as his hair was pulled and teeth were suddenly at his throat. A gasp fought through his defenses as his pulse was nipped at and his legs went up and wrapped around Ivan's waist, pulling him in closer. A little voice in the back of his head screamed at him not to let Russia have his way, but another part of him, a stronger part of him, told him to submit and be dominated, to let Ivan have control and fuck him. What was it that Mattie said people like Ivan wanted? For him to fight back and give the unpredictability of the attack...? Something like that. Well, that was definitely what he was going to give the Russian man then if that was what he wanted!
Or wait...had his brother said not to do that? Oh well, whatever, didn't matter, he'd already made up his mind.
"You're not ever gonna take my freedom, you fucker," Alfred breathed, placing his hands at Ivan's shoulders. "So why don't you just take me right here?" He quickly kicked Ivan away, sending the Russian back to land on his ass, and propped himself up on his elbows. He smirked and pulled himself farther back on the desk, spreading his legs. "If you're gonna do anything, you gotta fuck me right here on this desk, right now, or I'm gonna use that dildo to replace you all together and you won't get any of this sweet American ass ever again."
A grin curled at Ivan's lips as he held his side where the American had kicked him. He stood and brushed off any dirt that had gathered on his clothes. Stepping forward, Ivan placed a hand on Alfred's inner thigh and leaned down to place a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth. His hand snuck down to squeeze the American's perfect ass. "While it would be an inappropriate use of my desk you put up such a compelling argument. How could I refuse?"
"I knew I could win you over with my awesome persuasion powers. Now get that horse cock of yours out of your pants and fuck me!"
"Лошадь...петух? In what way does my penis resemble a horse's?"
"Guh, have you even seen how big a horse's is!" Alfred growled, hooking his legs around Ivan's waist once more. "You're so fucking huge! How the fuck can someone even be that big! You're like, easily ten inches!"
"Actually, I'm exactly 28.6 centimeters. And that is when I don't have an erection," Ivan giggled, pulling off his glove and reaching up with his other hand to play with the American's ahoge. "And I always just considered myself average. I'm not the biggest there is."
"Well you're- ohh! You're not!" Alfred tossed his head back when the Russian rubbed Nantucket between two fingers. "Mmm, okay, okay, now fuck me! I could care less how big your cock is exactly, all I know is that it's huge and that I love big cock!" Smirking at such a bold request, Ivan stepped back some. "Strip and turn." The way his tone was sweet and gentle, undercut with the firmness and commanding stress that only Ivan could pull off, made Alfred's cock twitch.
Alfred struggled to push his pants off. (Damn skinny jeans for being popular!) After battling with the jeans he finally pulled them off and reached up, nimbly undoing the buttons of his sunshine colored shirt and easily slid it off. He quickly turned around and made himself comfortable on the desk, making sure his ass was held high. His hardened cock was pressing gently against the side of the desk, pleasantly rubbing a little every time he moved.
"You know, Gil did me like this once." Snickering quietly, Alfred knew he had successfully pushed one of Ivan's buttons by how he growled in response. "Yeah, he bent me over his brother's desk and fucked me until I couldn't walk. And he might not have five meters, but he sure as hell isn't small."
A low snarl escaped the Russian. His hand rose up and brought it down swiftly, spanking Alfred with a loud 'smack' that resounded around the room along with the American's high pitched yelp. "It would be wise if you did not speak of those who have touched you before, otherwise I may have to kill them."
Alfred scowled, but was quiet. He wiggled his ass a little in discomfort; he could practically feel the red handprint forming on his skin.
"You're so beautiful," Ivan chuckled darkly as he cupped the American's ass with both hands. He leaned down and trailed kisses down the crack of Alfred's ass, spreading the round globes apart. "Hmm, perhaps I should brand you," He purred, massaging Alfred's cheeks. "Then everyone would know you belong to me and only me."
A disbelieving sputtering noise spewed from Alfred's mouth, "Y-you mean like cattle branding! Dude, what sorta kinky shit are you into!"
"I suppose cattle branding could work, though that wasn't initially what I meant."
"Nng, no fucking way. Not unless it goes both ways, you red bastard." Alfred groaned, his cheek resting again the desk. The wood was cool and refreshing against his skin. His face heated up as the impact of his words fully registered in his brain. 'Fuuuuck, shouldn't have said that, he'll probably love that...'
"Well, I suppose if you want others to know I belong to you as well I wouldn't mind," Ivan laughed, standing straight. He spanked the American once more, enjoying the surprised shout he received in response. He also enjoyed the sound that echoed and reverberated around the walls when he slapped him. Alfred's reddening skin looked delectable, and the way he wiggled his hips and pushed his ass up farther into the air as if his body was begging for more was even more so. He raised his hand yet again and brought it down mercilessly on Alfred's ass, then again, and again, eliciting loud cries and shouts from the American that caused a pleasant tingling sensation in Ivan's stomach.
The high pitched, yet still very manly, cries escaped Alfred every time the Russian's hand connected with his stinging skin. Each time Ivan's large hand spanked him he rolled his hips back and his ass up, secretly wishing for more. Each slap brought a tingling sting that was just painful enough to make him want to beg Ivan to keep doing it, until his entire body went numb.
Whining when Ivan stopped, Alfred tossed a pleading look over his shoulder, a red blush spread across his cheeks like red paint and drool trailing down his chin from the corner of his mouth, open with quick, shallow breaths. He body heaved with the task of breathing, sweat creating a light sheen all over his body. Texas was slipping down his nose, revealing the tears that had welled up in his blue eyes but hadn't fallen. He was achingly hard, hoping that Ivan would catch on and do something about it. Texas fell onto the desk with a small clatter.
"Beautiful." It was the only word that Ivan said as he gripped Alfred by his hair and kissed him hard, ravaging his mouth for all it was worth. When he pulled away for air a thick bridge of saliva hung between them for a moment before breaking. His hands roamed the American's body, squeezing and stroking where it felt right.
"Oh come on, fuck me, hurry up!" Alfred moaned, thrusting his hips back and rubbing against the bulge in the Russian man's pants. He felt hot, barely able to think properly through the haze of lust and need, his delirious words rushed and thick with want. "Oh fuck you're so big...so fucking big, I can feel you..."
Ivan chuckled at such lewd words as he pulled away and pushed his coat back, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants with speed that seemed impossible. He dropped his pants and underwear, his member springing forth. He placed his hands on either side of the American and pushed his hips forward, rubbing his member against Alfred's reddened, sensitive ass. "And just yesterday you were saying you didn't want this. Screaming no with that pretty mouth of yours. I rather like it when you do that."
'Oh right, I'm supposed to not want this...' The thought barely registered in Alfred's foggy mind. Was Russia telling him that he wanted him to act like he didn't want it? Did he have some weird rape fetish or something? He wasn't sure, so he just replied with an insult, "Weirdo. Fucking sick commie. You like raping people, don't you?"
"Nyet, I just like the faces you make when you are screaming, whether it be in pain or pleasure makes no difference to me."
A pink blush spread across Alfred's cheeks as he refused to look at the Russian. His attention was brought back to the situation at hand when the head of Ivan's member pressed against his hole, teasing the tight ring of muscle but never breaching it. When nothing happened for a few moments, and Alfred could practically hear Ivan's smirk, he wiggled his hips back and growled, "What the fuck are you waiting for!"
"That," Ivan giggled, and thrust his hips forward, sheathing himself completely inside of the American. He tilted his head back as Alfred screamed; he loved that sound, so full of pain and want. He looked down with half-lidded violet eyes, the sight of his lover's arched back and trembling body. Thin lines of blood trickled down Alfred's thighs, arousing Ivan even further. "Nnng, fuck!" The American's body spasmed at the sudden intrusion, pain throbbing through his lower body. "G-gah, ease up a l-little! It hurts..." He rolled his shoulders back and fidgeted, a little unnerved by the Russian's silence and lack of movement. He rocked his hips back, fully accustomed to being filled for the second time that day. "Hey, come on, move, you-" Before he could finish his insult his face was shoved into the desk violently, and it almost felt like his jaw cracked from the force of it all.
"Don't speak." Ivan was no longer sugarcoating his words with that fake, kiddy voice that annoyed Alfred to no end. Instead his voice was deep and commanding, the words firm and leaving no room for protest. It sent a pleasant shiver up Alfred's spine, straight down to Florida. The Russian placed a hand at the back of Alfred's neck, holding him in place as he pulled out, then snapped his hips back hard, forcing himself in balls-deep once again in one motion. The blood that leaked from the American's entrance acted as a poor lubricant as he began thrusting himself in and out of the suffocating, velvety heat that was America.
Grunts escaped Alfred, unable to move like he wanted to. He twisted his head with his limited movement as he pushed his hips back, trying to angle his hips so that Ivan would hit that special bundle of nerves that would make the encounter pleasurable for him. So far he wasn't getting much out of it. His entire lower body ached and his jaw still throbbed dully with pain where it had smacked against the desk.
Alfred arched his back, rather painfully, as his sweet spot was hit head on. A pleasured shout resounded around the room, the erotic sound bouncing back to meet the American's ears. The sound and feeling of flesh continuously smacking against flesh filled his senses; a coiling, unbearable heat pooled in his stomach as Florida twitched each time he was pounded into just right.
Pathetic whimpers and cries were the only sound Alfred could manage; they sounded louder than they actually were due to the Russian man's silence. He couldn't help himself, he was so close; it felt like he was going explode from the inside out.
Suddenly his head was yanked back by his hair and Ivan captured his mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss. His mind was too hazy to fight back, his tongue sliding sensually against the Russian's. Oxygen began to be hard to come by as his mouth was occupied with the violent kiss.
"Do you know how good you feel, любовь? Вы будете моей. Я не остановлюсь, пока ты моя навсегда, мой прекрасный подсолнечника." The Russian words were faint and breezy, as if it were a great task for Ivan to form them.
Screaming at the sound of those lust-drenched words, Alfred came hard, his mind blanking. He slumped on the desk, nestling his head in his arms. It took him a few minutes to regain the ability to think properly. The one thing that registered in his mind was that Ivan was no longer inside him, and that something other than blood was sliding down his thighs and leaking from his entrance.
"Look at that, you made a mess," Ivan sighed, untangling his fingers from Alfred's golden hair. The American felt something cold and slimy touching his back. "You got it all over the side of my desk."
"Ew, don't wipe it off on me!"
"It's yours, so why should it matter? Besides, there is plenty more inside of you," Ivan giggled. He stepped back and pulled his pants and underwear back up, easily redoing his zipper and button. "Though it is rather annoying that it has to be cleaned now. I can't have that drying."
"Ghh...ow." Alfred stood up straight, holding his back with one arm and putting a hand on the desk to steady himself. Flexing his jaw to test for any breaks or fractures he was satisfied to find it was only bruised. "Geez, you didn't have to smack my face against the desk...that hurt."
Avoiding this subject, Ivan picked the American's pants and shirt off the floor. "You should shower. I will join you right after I tell Estonia to clean this up, then we shall eat lunch. After that I can take you into town and we can get you some clothes to wear while you are here. Does that sound like a good plan, любовь?"
"Not if you're gonna be in the shower with me, fuck." Alfred wrinkled his nose at the idea, swiping his clothes from the Russian. He remembered to grab Texas and put it back on his face. "And what's the point of getting me clothes if you're just going to be taking them off of me? I think I'd rather just stay here all day and get my brains fucked out."
"Well, I was hoping I could take you out on a date while you were here," Ivan giggled, putting a hand on Alfred's shoulder and guiding him to the door. "Go take a shower, моя прекрасная подсолнечника. I will join you soon enough. We will debate what we shall do later."
Alfred pouted as he walked through the doorway and towards the bedroom he was sharing with Russia, his clothes in hand. "Well hurry up, will you! I'm feeling ready for round two!"
"Of course, of course," Ivan chuckled, his violet eyes following Alfred's hips sway back and forth, how he still had cum sliding down his inner thighs, as he headed for the stairs to fetch Estonia. My, his day was off to a wonderful start, his boss had given him the week off so he could spend it with Alfred to "strengthen their political bond", Alfred was no longer fighting his advances as much, and his shower would contain much more than just shampoo and soap.
影ちゃん
Translations:
любовь- Love
моя прекрасная подсолнечника- My beautiful sunflower
Лошадь...петух?- Horse...cock?
Вы будете моей. Я не остановлюсь, пока ты моя навсегда, мой прекрасный подсолнечника- You will be mine. I will not stop until you're mine forever, my beautiful sunflower
Notes:
I'm sure I had some at one point...
Shadow-chan's Final Thoughts/Rants: Again, I would like to thank you so much for the reviews. When I read all of them I was seriously crying. ...I'm serious. And I was looking at the list of people who alerted and fave'd my story (because I'm creepy like that and it doesn't alert my email when someone does) and I saw that some of the people I regard as gods read my story. ... *sniffle* Thank you. *teary eyed* I'm just being ridiculous now, aren't I? Since it seemed to work so well, I'll do the same thing as last chapter. Chapter 5 will come out on Friday, and if I get ten reviews or more, it shall come out on Wednesday. Thank you so much.
Reviews are Shadow-chan's fuel *nomnomnom* They keep her spirits up and a happy Shadow-chan is one that pumps out chapters like a semiautomatic machine gun. Thank you. *bow*