[If you already read this chapter of my first Soviet x Ultrium Fanfic-- than you can skip to the next chapter. Which is Part. 2 to this one. ]
"Why exactly are you here, Soviet?" Ultrium questioned, completely blocking the path into his home from the Russian.
"To come and announnced my surrender to you, and...maybe for us to negotiate. Make peace. Are you willing to be a part?" Soviet simply said, nervously clearing his throat. The Thiorian before him inhaled, the thick fabric of his clothing around the chest area stretched. Ultrium thought for a moment, his mind immediately going to Third Reich. If they do come to a agreement of their relationship, the Soviet Union will never hurt Reich.
Ultrium loosened up, nodding as he moved out of the way to let the Russian in. Soviet thanked the Thiorian, feeling the unexplained chills run up his legs and back. He examined Ultrium's home, quite large. Very old fashioned, didn't look much like the time that their in now, all the stone, wood, royal themed. Like it was built in the Dark Ages.
Soviet's attention was put onto a small figure in front of the furnace, a small country? They seemed to be playing, sadly by their self. He searched around if there is another, unfortunately there wasn't. Is it the Thiorians's child? If so, he is most likely lucky to have a single child.
His mind was inturrepted as he stared at the little ones eyes, shock. Was all he saw, no fear, no anger, just stunned. They stared for a perfect twenty seconds before the small country got up and ran, running into Ultrium as they buried their head into his leg. Immediately, Ultrium swooped them up and...settled them in his scarf? Like a pouch. The Thiorian cleared his throat.
"Please, make yourself at home, while i organize some things." Ultrium said before disappearing down a dark hall that was barely lit, leaving the Russian in the middle of a large living room.
Soviet did as told and sat down on a nearby sofa, taking in a deep breath to relax himself. Taking the time to examine the Thiorians portrates, which lots were painted, obviously from the 1400's threw the 1800's. Many without his eye patch was quite stunning, to the Soviet that was.
The larger country always interests him, always thinking of why he made his child. Or he made a deal with a country to claim it.
Another photo on the wall was actually from a camera, showing Ultrium standing tall and shaking hands with the Third Reich. Everything about the filthy Nazi just made the Communists blood boil out of anger, his mind going back to the broken deal between the two. But Soviet knows he can't lay a single finger on Reich, if he did. Ultrium would kill him. He surely doesn't want that.
The Russians thoughts were blocked by the heavy footsteps coming from the hall, only for Ultrium to signal him. "Follow me, we shall discussed our treaty in my office."
Soviet nodded and followed close behind the Thiorian, once again seeing the slightly height difference between them. He head reached below Ultrium's neck, which really disappointed him when they first met. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only tall or bigger country in the world.
His eyes darted to the bulky figure in front of him, the thin layer of clothing clearly revealed the Thiorians muscular body. Soviet snapped out before his thoughts could go any further, and kept following Ultrium to his office, which they finally reached.
"Now, let's start on you answering some questions for me."
"It is done, now that we are comrades," Ultrium said in a low voice, he turned to the Russian, giving a unreadable expression. He set both his hands on the table and leaned forward, until he was uncomfortably close to Soviet's face, "Remember to keep your hands off Reich."
The Thiorian's cat-like pupils grew skinnier, his expression was threatening, and a deep snarl-- something the Soviet Union has never heard from a country before came from him. "He's under my care, and protection. If I see you touching him..."
Ultrium's chest puffed out as his arms straitened themselves, now he was towering over Soviet. He lifted his hand, spreading his fingers and revealed his sharp claws. "I won't hesitate on killing you."
"Fare enough." Soviet murmured, shifting in his chair, avoiding eye contact with Ultrium.
Ultrium got up, "I do believe it's about time you head home, Soviet."
Soviet sat there, something told him to stay. He quickly stood from the chair, wanting to ask the Thiorian if he'd stay the night, it surely took days to come here. His oldest son Russia will definitely take care of the rest of his children, he trusted him.
Soviet walked up to the door, slouching his head. His mind yelled for him to ask the Thiorian.
"Well?" Ultrium simply said, the Russian didn't have the ability to speak or how to put the right words together. God, did this country make him so nervous. He sighed, turning to Ultrium, "Is it alright if I'd stay for the night, I wouldn't risk on driving in the blizzard out there."
The Thiorian lifted a brow, it is midnight, and of course the whether today was pretty bad. Not thinking for a split second, he nodded. "You may,"
Soviet thanked him, as they both came out from the office, the Thiorian led him to a spare room. Which there were a few rooms, "Here, rest in this room for the night."
"Thank you, Ultrium." The Russian whispered, he thought Ultrium wouldn't hear him, but the male behind him replied. "You're welcome, Soviet."
Soviet didn't understand the feeling that always erupted in his chest, but it felt as if his body had a mind of it's own. Turning to Ultrium, making eye contact, his mind wasn't processing as he slowly approached the concerned Thiorian leader. Ultrium didn't move an inch as the Communist stood in his personal space, surprised at himself for not reacting the way he should in a situation like this. Feeling the Russians heat against his body was uncomfortable, not anyone came so close to him without caution.
Without saying a single word, Soviet quickly smashed his face against Ultrium's, locking his lips with his. This indeed, caught the Thiorian off guard completely, sure he kissed a guy before (COUGH COUGH Reich.)--but this was sudden. He did Nazi that coming. Of course, it was strange seeing the great Communist melting against him, like a cat in heat.
"Soviet," Ultrium pressed a hand over his face, he didn't want to let this go any further and pushed Soviet back. "We can't."
The Russian just didn't care, he needed the Thiorian, and he's gonna get him. Soviet clenched a fist, Ultrium turned without a word, heading for the door. Escaping a Soviet ain't that easy. Without hesitation, the Russian blocked the Thiorians path.
Ultrium was furious, the breath of the Soviet Union sounded heavy, needy. It was so pathetic, of course he took the Russian to be a dominant, but his behavior was so submissive. He never seen the Russian act in a way when they first met, but today he changed. Ultrium stared down at him, his angered expression might of turned something on in Soviet. The scent of arousal grew stronger.
"Just this once." Soviet's tone was demanding, as he tried his hardest to keep himself on foot. The throbbing in his crotch worsened, making it hard for him to stand up properly. Ultrium bellowed angrily, he didn't like the sudden response and aggressively grabbed a hold of Soviet's collar and lifted him, slamming him against the door. "If you so madly insist. So be it."
The Thiorian growled, slowly slithering his other hand to Soviet's neck, placing himself in between his legs. With a deathly stare he grinded his own crotch with the Russians, immediately Soviet grunted at the pleasure, the feeling of Ultrium's large body against him made his heart throb rapidly.
Never had he imagined putting himself in a situation like this in his entire life, being pinned by another man. Enjoying every small hard rub in between his legs, letting out quiet grunts. "Please."
Ultrium's hellish green eyes pierced into his own, with that he gave a harsh thrust, slamming Soviet's hips against the door. Soviet yelped, grabbing ahold of the Thiorians wrist on his neck, the grip grew tighter. "U-Ultrium!"
The Native didn't speak, but responded with a growl, pulling him off the door and threw him on the bed. Soviet wanted to deny and scramble away, but his body thought otherwise and stayed in place on the bed. Ultrium placed himself in between his legs again, viciously ripping off the scarf like clothing from Soviet's neck, attacking his neck.
The Russian groaned, the feeling of a warm, slimy muscle roaming his neck sent shivers down his spine. He grunted at a sudden sharp pain, his back arching. Ultrium retreated from the spot, licking his lip which had Soviet's blood. He didn't leave anymore marks, not wanting to risk anyone knowing what he did to the Union.
Soviet wrapped his legs around the Thiorians waist, forcing him closer to his crotch, having the desperate need to feel his erection. He'd never thought the country would agree doing this with him, even after the brutal war between them. Ultrium is surely too protective of Third Reich, just a single look over to the Nazi--the Thiorian will have a 'death' stare. He'll do anything to please the German.
He felt a tug on his pants, Ultrium was undoing his belt, almost calmly. Once done, he didn't stop to pull off his pants. Throwing the clothing somewhere on the floor, he pulled the Soviet by the legs, letting their crotches meet again.
Ultrium undid his own belt and freed his hardened member, he saw the pure horror in the Soviet's eyes. Once he laid a hand on the Russians thigh, he scrambled away, his breathing increase. The Thiorian thought it was ammusing, even the little Nazi he fucked isn't afraid.
Ultrium grabbed his feet and pulled him back in the position he was in before, this time he closed his legs. The Thiorian put eaxh hand on one knee and spreaded his legs, the Soviet yelled, "Please be careful!"
"Don't over think it, otherwise this is gonna be a long painful experience for you." Ultrium hurled, gripping Soviet's cock and stroked it. The Russian flinched, his mind already clouded by the pleasant feeling, groaning loudly.
Ultrium leaned down, Soviet swore his heart skipped a ton of beats as the Thiorian looked straight threw his soul. Then felt a strange coldness at his enterance, he quickly grabbed onto the man's uniform for dear life. Suddenly pain washed over his entire lower body, "GAAH!"
"Pull out! Pull out! Ah! I-it hurts!" Soviet desperately cried, pulling on Ultrium's coat, so hard he thought he might tear the clothing. "Please. Nngh."
"Relax." Was all the Thiorian said before kissing the Russian, trying to get his mind off the unbearable pain.
The larger man was very patient, until Soviet bucked his hip forward, shamelessly moaning quietly. It Ultrium's que to continue sliding himself into the Russian, rubbing his side as he did. Soviet threw his head back, his mouth wide open but not a sound came out. It felt weirdly good, with the Thiorians massive dick pulling at his walls, to bad that this is a one time thing.
Ultrium growled as he started thrusting into him, Soviet groaned, wrapping his legs around his waist. Wanting to feel more of the Thiorian man's cock in him, God he had no idea being penetrated by another man would feel this amazing. "H...harde r.~"
Ultrium slid his large hands down to his hips, putting a fair grip on them. Slamming the Soviet's ass into his crotch, sending his member deep inside him. The Thiorian secretly enjoyed every pathetic sound that came out of the Russian, he started changing positions. Aiming for a spot that would send Soviet over the edge.
The Soviet caught onto what he was doing, actually kind of worried. Would it be intense? How good will it feel? He so much questions. Although, he was curious.
Ultrium's member pressed on spots that caused the Russian to moan pleasantly, he lifted one leg over his shoulder and thrusted. Soviet felt something in him being pressed and immediately sent blasts of pleasure up his spine, "AHH!~ Ultrium!"
Ultrium grunted, ramming his hips into Soviet viciously. The Russian arching his back every time he hits it, worried about his muscles going stiff.
For the Soviet it seems as if hours have passed, but really it was only 10 minutes, he had came multiple times. His legs had went completely numb, and for the Thiorian, who seemed to still have tons of energy as he kept aggressively pounding him.
"Ah! Блядь! Помедленнее!" Soviet spoke threw his choking, every thrust sent a shock threw his entire body, enabling him from properly saying words.
Until finally Ultrium grunted, digging his claws into the Soviet's red flesh, ramming his hips into the Russian one last time. Releasing deep inside, the Slavic country inhaling sharply at the feeling of hot cum filling him to the rim. He glanced down, it indeed left a little bulge in his stomach.
The Thiorian pulled out as it made a small wet noise, Soviet couldn't help but whimper. The warm liquid dripping down his ass and onto the bed sheets.
Ultrium buckled his belt back, returning the Russians boxers to him. Admiring his body once more, "Rest now, Soviet. You have a long drive tomorrow."
With that Ultrium left the room, leaving the Russian in the spare room, he struggled to sit up. He didn't know if he'll even walk correctly tomorrow. He really didn't mind, though at least he got something he was wanting for awhile from Ultrium.
He was glad he stayed the night.