Chapter Summary: Estonia is sent to bring Russia home before the full moon. Unfortunately, Russia is not alone.

Ch. 10: The Short Straw

October 31, 9:00 AM

Estonia has drawn the short straw again. He's starting to think Lithuania cheats. So now he's here, staring at China's door, feeling more than dread crawl over his skin as he opens it and heads inside. China never locks his door anymore. No one dares to threaten him.

"Ah...hello?" he calls, too quiet to actually be heard. It's dim inside and he can smell blood. Blood and death and Russia. This is the one place that doesn't make him turn tail and run, because it always smells like blood and death. It's a strangely pleasant dead smell; not like rotting corpses, more like winter, when there is simply a lack of life and everything has gone pure and crisp.

Estonia wanders a little further into the house, his footsteps seeming to echo. "Ah...hello? Yao? Is, ah, is Ivan here? I mean, I smell him, so I know he's here. Can I talk to him? It's kind of important. Family business. But I promise not to take long!" He sniffs the air and cocks his head, listening. There are shuffling sounds coming from the next room. A very Russian groan, and a chuckle that might be China's. He blushes, wondering if he should just go. Unfortunately his mission is important. Maybe if Russia is in a decent mood he'll come quietly this month.

China has taken Russia all for himself this afternoon, and decided to use the rafters in the parlor for their fun. He's tired of sharing his lover with a pack, but he can't say he doesn't understand. All creatures have habits. In his arms, Russia is surprisingly docile. Possibly because he's upside down, hanging from the ceiling in a way that is not natural to him. Lewdly, China licks Russia's ear. "I've missed you," he says, one arm around his Russian, holding him to his chest, as the other strokes his cock.

Russia squirms against him. When they first started doing this, he was careful not to move too much; now he knows that China will not let him fall. Well, probably. But it's that danger that gives it such a thrill. China is gorgeous at this angle, his hair flowing down towards the floor and his snow-pale face achieving just a bit of color. Those hands seem to be everywhere, stroking his cock, reaching between his legs to touch where no one else is allowed. He groans, so wrapped up in his lover that he does not notice one of his pack has entered.

"Why don't you just admit that you can't live without me?" China chuckles into his Russian Wolf's ear, hissing softly against the skin. Russia is putty in his fingers when his biology is reacting to pleasure and gravity. "We are so good together, Ivan... You don't need anyone else..." He revels in the sounds Russia makes, licking his throat and finally sinking his teeth into the flesh, just a snack. Russia's blood is delicious. He bites harder, his hand moving rapidly on that cock, making it bigger, getting it ready. He wants to see him explode everywhere. Russia always looks so happy, and besides - it's fun to watch Hong Kong clean it up.

Teeth, hands, fingers, nails...Russia has no idea what they're all doing anymore, nor does he care. When China gets like this he can do things that make no physical sense, things that can make Russia go absolutely wild. He's trying not to howl, so he presses his face against China's shoulder, accidentally tearing those teeth from his neck. That sharp pain makes him gasp and growl against China's skin, driving him near to the edge.

The shuffling is loud in here, but the room is big and dark so Estonia can't quite pinpoint it. They're here somewhere. He can smell them. He shuts his eyes and lifts his nose to the air.

Something wet taps Estonia's nose. He wipes it away and blinks at his fingers. Hard to tell in the light. Does China have a leak somewhere? He sniffs it, and goes rigid. That's blood. That's Russia's blood! Another heavy drop falls on top of his head, and it is then that he makes his biggest mistake. He looks up.

They are...on the ceiling, and China is doing things with his hands that make Estonia want to gouge out his eyes. China twists his fingers, sinks his teeth into Russia's shoulder, and the man loses it with a wild, howling cry. Unfortunately for Estonia, gravity is still in effect. He gets splattered with cum and blood, as if the sight alone wasn't enough to make him want to bleach his brain. The smell is overwhelming, and he stumbles out of the way. "Oh my GOD! What the hell are you doing?!"

China doesn't hear Estonia screeching like a banshee until he's already making out with Russia, his tongue sliding hot over his mouth. Eventually, the sound filters through and he looks down. "Oh. Eduard, what are you doing standing in range of my target?"

Russia pants hard, licking his lips to find China's taste somewhere beneath his own blood. It is really only when China says something that he notices Estonia. He cranes his neck to see, and grins. "Hello Eddie. Oh...you have something in your hair. Did you know?"

Estonia starts frantically wiping at his hair, only to get it all on his hands. Oh...oh God. He is NEVER going to feel clean again. He needs to shower now. In fact, he may just shave his head and burn out his eyes. He doesn't need them, his nose is strong enough. But there will still be the memory. "Oh GOD." He flees, completely forgetting the purpose of his visit.

Russia grins. "This is fun. It may even be better than the time you fucked me against the wall outside...three floors up."

China laughs again, licking over the neck wound and letting his lover fall gently to the couch. "What do you think he wanted, aru?"

That hazy, post-orgasmic blood-letting settles over Russia, making his smile nearly serene. He lounges back on China's couch, watching his lover float above. "Does it matter?"