Christmas passed and it was now New Years' Eve. Toris and I had moved to a room in the Ritz Hotel of Berlin along with Monsieur Wang who had a room next to ours, which was a double with two single beds because Toris didn't want to share a double bed with me. Some would call it harassment, but Toris was cute. I loved that dishevelled hair and yet that impeccable appearance he always had when he was working, and the way he would tie his hair back in a ponytail when he was cooking, showing his soft and beautiful face and bright green eyes, or the way he would stick out the tip of his tongue when sewing. He was gorgeous. He was my most loyal companion and the only one who would come and visit me here if I was allowed visits. I miss him as much as I miss my sisters.

An hour before I had to be at Schloss Køhler in the outskirts of Berlin, I decided to take a bath and enjoy the hotel's accommodations as I always did whenever I travelled abroad and settled in a new hotel. When I was immersed in the pleasurable warm and bubbly waters which covered my naked body from eyesight, I called for Toris.

"Oh, Toris, please help me soap up my back"

"Yes, sir"

Toris said reluctantly and he grabbed the soapy sponge and began to rub softly up and down my smooth skin. Then something overtook me and I smirked at the way I felt Toris looking down my soft and soapy back so I motioned for him to stop and to look me in the eyes, which he did, with certain distrust on them. I raised my leg, covered in little bubbles of soap and rested it on Toris' shoulder, making him look at me with wide eyes and allowing him a good view of my long and smooth leg.

"Are you going to keep refusing me, Toris?"

I asked seductively, tracing an imaginary line with my wet fingertip down his cheek, making him shiver, visibly uncomfortable. He gently pushed my finger away from his face and my leg from his shoulder.

"I t-think we should keep it a professional relationship... s-sir"

He said, stuttering a little, a prominent blush tinting his cheeks. The fact that I could make him so nervous with one simple movement made me even more confident of my sensuality. I knew I was attractive and sooner or later, Toris would have to admit it and come to bed with me. That's the way I thought back then. Everything revolved around a dance or a bed, or both of them, as they always got mixed up. I sighed.

"Ok, then. You can go now"

Toris got up and I blinked and he was no longer there. It seemed as if that man wanted to be as far away from me as possible. Anyways, I got changed into my dance outfit and asked Toris to help me apply my violet makeup and glitter. Once I was done, I got up from the boudoir and turned around to look at Toris, with a seductive pose, my hand on my hip.

"How do I look?"

I asked in a smooth voice. Toris swallowed and nodded.

"Good, sir"

I sighed, once again and sat down on the bed heavily, with my cheeks puffed, looking like a dejected child.

"I was hoping that you said I looked gorgeous or something like that"

Toris rolled his eyes, although he might have thought that I hadn't seen that, and looked down at the floor when I looked at him. He stuttered but managed to utter a phrase.

"Y-You look... g... g-gorgeous, sir"

I smiled and clapped my hands, getting up and kissing Toris in the cheek, making him blush. I asked him to help me with my coat, given that the car that Baroness Køhler was supposed to send to me to take me to her house should be waiting for me downstairs. I put on my coat and my snow boots and wrapped the scarf around my neck given that it was freezing outside and I was going to venture into the gelid winter air with only a coat a scarf and a dance outfit. Someone knocked on the door and Toris opened: it was Wang.

"Well, the car is waiting for you, my dear"

He said and kissed my hand before guiding me out of the room. Before I left, I gave Toris a big kiss on the lips when he was distracted, surprising him, but he didn't dare to push me away, as I was the one who gave him a salary. Toris then wiped his mouth in disgust and shut the door when I left with Monsieur Wang, giggling like a child who had done something naughty, and for a second, I remembered my escapade with Andreas in the hot air balloon over Cappadocia.

Outside it was snowing and there was a chilly wind that went up my pants, making me feel as if I would freeze to death in the entrance of the most luxurious hotel of Berlin. I could imagine the headlines of the following day: "Promiscuous famous dancer found frozen at the Ritz". I laughed and Wang asked me why was that.

"Oh, nothing. Let's go, I'm freezing"

Monsieur Wang opened the door for me and I climbed in the car, which was very warm and pleasant. He sat beside me and we both made our way to Schloss Køhler, an hour and a half from the hotel. Meanwhile, Wang continued to sneak sultry glances at me and I caught his drift. I inched closer to him and he grabbed my cheeks, crashing our lips together. He began to undo the clasps of my coat and remove my scarf when I felt his tongue gliding over my rosy lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues began a battle for dominance that I purposely lost. I don't know what it was, but I loved to have another man's tongue dominating me in our kiss. It was arousing.

I rolled my shoulders and let my coat and scarf fall to the seat, leaving me in only my dance outfit, which I knew Monsieur Wang loved. He separated from my lips and attached his' to my neck, kissing and slightly biting at the pale flesh, making me moan and writhe.

"N-No m-marks, please... Ah!"

I moaned as he licked up from my neck to my ear and bit on my earlobe. I felt my erection straining against my loose pants and Wang seemed to notice too, as he began palming it roughly, making me moan even louder.

He took off my vest and began trailing kisses up and down the soft and pale skin of my tummy until he got to my nipples. He started to kiss and suck 0n them, making me gasp in pleasure. From time to time, I would see that the driver was looking on the rearview mirror with an expression of disgust in his face, but I didn't care. I was taken out of my thoughts when Wang bit on my nipple hard, and I moaned really loud. Loud enough that the people from outside could have heard me and the driver certainly had. For one reason I didn't know, the pain of his bite had caused me immense pleasure and that's how I discovered that pain was the fuel of my passion, since those sinful smacks on my backside delivered by a Monsieur Wang ready to please me.

He then pulled down my pants and underwear slowly making me lift my hips so they could slide down my smooth thighs. He grabbed my member and put it entirely on his mouth, making me moan and grip his hair tightly. It reminded me of the pleasure that I had felt when Sadiq's sister had done the same to me in the hammam when I was still in Istanbul, but this time was different, as Wang began to slightly bite the tip of my member, causing me immense pleasure.

"Oh, take me now!"

I moaned to which Wang responded with a smirk. I think after all we had been through up until that moment I could start calling him Yao. So, Yao opened his pants and took out his erected member, while I put each of my legs on his shoulders. I didn't care if everyone outside could see us through the windows, which were now foggy due to our body heat. In fact, the possibility of getting caught made sex feel even better. Without warning, Yao pushed his entire erected member inside of me without any kind of lubrication other than the blood that came out when he did so. I let a very loud moan that would put to shame the one I had made when he bit my nipple. The driver looked up and visibly cringed, but carried on driving like he was supposed to do. By the time we arrived at Schloss Køhler, I had already had my fair share of pleasure and so had Yao and we were both dressed, I in my coat and dance outfit and he in his evening dress. The driver looked us up and down when we got off the automobile and entered the house.

We were received by the Baroness. She was a tall woman with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was really beautiful and was wearing a red lace dress with a black overcoat as she had walked over to the entrance covered in snow.

"Baroness, pleased to see you again"

Yao said, kissing the woman's hand, making her blush a little. She smirked.

"Likewise, Herr Wang. Menekşe, are you ready for your performance?"

She asked me and I nodded. She guided us to the makeshift stage, where, an hour into the party, she stood to introduce me.

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, it is an honour for me to present the God of the Arabic Dances, from the stages of Paris to Berlin: Menekşe!"

My performance, as always, was greatly appreciated by the present public. When the ovation finished and the people went back to their idle chit chat, a butler approached me with a note in his tray.

"Herr Menekşe, this note is for you"

"Oh, danke"

I unfolded the paper and read: "Meet me at the first room to the left". I was so surprised I started looking around to see how had sent me that note, but I didn't find anything that could had been interpreted as a clue. Yao approached me with a smile on his face.

"You were magnificent; ready to return to the hotel, Menekşe?"

"Y-Yes, I'll go to the toilette and then we can go"

"As you wish"

Yao said and I walked to the service staircase. When I reached the first floor I opened the first door to the left and there was a man, he was small and was smoking a cigarette judging from the smoke that came from him, as he had his back to me, looking out the window, the black night and the snow falling. I could tell he was wearing a military uniform by the epaulettes.

"Um... you wrote the note?"

There was silence for a second until he blew the smoke up and stubbed out his cigarette.

"Certainly"

He turned around. His face was completely blank and his silver hair had a stray tied with a small golden cross. He was handsome, but too short.

"I am Colonel Lukas Bondevik of the Norwegian Army's Second Battalion and I wrote that note because I wanted to talk to you in private. Please, do sit down"

He motioned for me to sit down on the bed, which I did. He looked down at me and caressed the side of my face with the back of his gloved hand.

"You are so beautiful... I wanted to ask you for a private function"

Several men and some women had asked for private functions, but I rarely accepted, but something in this man's domineering tone of voice made it impossible for me to consider it longer than a second.

"Undoubtedly, Colonel Bondevik"

"I must tell you that my intentions with you are not just for a dance, if you know what I mean"

"That's perfectly alright. Just give me your address and..."

Before I could finish my sentence, he slid a piece of paper into the hem of my pants, causing a shiver to run up my spine. He approached my ear and whispered, causing me to shiver once again. This man certainly knew how to make me tremble in pleasure.

"Be there tomorrow at eight"

He kissed my cheek and I got up, bowed and was about to leave the room when his voice stopped me.

"You must know that I have a very... particular way of making love"

I turned around to face him. His handsome face was still blank and void of any emotion. I was intrigued with his strange warning, so I decided to ask.

"A-As I said... that's perfectly alright"

And I left, trying to dissimulate my enthusiasm. I couldn't wait to see Colonel Bondevik the following day.

The pairing Norway x Russia was requested by my most diligent reader and good friend snowykay. I hope she – or he – likes what I'm about to write and you all, too. I want to thank you all for your kind reviews and for making my dream come true. Russia Hari FTW!