Alright, so a total warning on this page! Sex, yes, if you don't like Lemons or fruit, please skip basically this whole chapter! Until like the very end of course~ I really don't like that I made it come so soon, cause I hate seeing relationships jump right into sex in some fictions, it would never really work that way. But I guess that is why the call it fiction, but at least this took more than a couple days, so~~
Please enjoy!~~
Ivan threw his scarf off as he pushed Yao onto his cold mattress; kissing him passionately. The kisses were sloppy and rough but the smaller man took it all in. As he let Ivan explore his mouth, he slowly undid the buttons of the Russian's shirt; tossing it to the floor when he slid it off his shoulders. He gasped as the Russian nipped at his neck, kissing tender flesh already swollen from before. Yao's mind kept flashing back to the Mongolian, it just wouldn't leave him alone.
"S-Stop Ivan aru, wait," he whispered, face flushed.
"What is wrong little Yao? Am I not doing good, are you not pleased?"
"Ivan listen to me, it is not that, it's just... I can't stop thinking about Muunokhoi aru, every touch, it's making me sick."
The Slavic growled under his breath, cursing the Asian for even using his name at a time like this. "Don't," Ivan leaned down kissing the man's lips tenderly. "It's only you and me, I want you to know it's me doing this, me showing you love." His hand slipped into the orange shirt, cold hands sliding across a heated surface.
Yao mewled; arching his back slightly at the feel of such melding climates. "I-Ivan," he groaned out heavily, jerking as the big hand found one of his erect pink nubs, pinching it hard and teasing it. Yao gasped; it felt so good.
"Little Yao," Ivan whispered huskily into his ear, licking the lobe. He instinctively grinded his hips downward into the Asian's; straddling the smaller man.
"Hah!" Yao reached his hands up; griping the broad shoulders of the Russian as their erected members hit each other through clothed pants. The Asian closed his eyes tightly; how indecent of him to let out such uncontrolled emotions. But it felt so good, so good for it to be by someone he actually had feelings for.
All the sudden Ivan stopped Yao opened his eyes, small tears forming; he turned his gaze toward the giant man. He noticed that Ivan's face was almost as red as his. "W-What's wrong aru?" Yao questioned, confused by the abrupt stop.
"I-Um, well," Ivan smiled sheepishly, avoiding the golden gaze of the beautiful angel below him. "Ah-haha, I don't know what to do next, da?"
"Huh!" Yao's face exploded into red. "What do you mean you don't know what to do next aru!"
"I told you, this is my first time, my first time for everything da? I have been in here for 7 years, since I was 13."
Yao slapped his forehead in frustration. "Aiya," he sighed.
"H-Have you, ever had sex Yao-Yao?" Ivan asked embarrassed, he didn't even know he could get embarrassed.
Yao's blush deepened as he looked away; pushing his lips out slightly. "T-Twice, aru," Yao muttered if only to himself.
"Kolkolkol~" he shivered as he heard Ivan's deep chuckle like sound emit.
"Don t take it that way aru, I was very young and for the one guy I was very drunk. He kind of took advantage of me; I've always been taken advantaged of."
"Well, I promise not to take you for advantage little Yao, just tell me that I can do it," he leaned down and kissed him softy. He smiled into the warm kiss, Yao tasted sweet and hot like sunshine. Yao smiled, it seemed like an eternity since he had; he bent his head upwards and placed a soft kiss of his own.
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"Hey, Artie?"
"What Alfred," Arthur responded; tiredness hidden within his words.
"It might just be my imagination, but, didn't the warden make an announcement saying he will be gone for a week?"
There was silence for a minute before he again respond to the American's comment. "I don't know, why?"
"Well, if the warden is gone, Vicious Khan is in charge and you know that guy is a creep! What if he did something to Yao!" the blonde shouted. "If he did, it's a hero's job to find out answers!"
"Alfred, if that Mongolian bastard did anything to Yao, I am sure Ivan would handle it."
"But Artie!" Alfred jumped down from his top bunk and leaned in front of the Brits face, making the Englishman jump slightly. "That's what I am worried about the most, what if he did do something, you know how protective Ivan is of Yao, he might do something stupid and get revenge! And his death sentence might come faster than we expected!"
Arthur stared at the American with non belief; for once in his life, he actually said something smart.
"Well, we just have to wait."
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"Ugh! Ahh~ "Yao gasped as the Russian pushed his fingers into his tight entrance He clawed at the mans back, arching himself so the younger boy could get better access. "I-Ivan," he moaned breathlessly.
"I am doing good, da?" he questioned not really sure of his ability. "I am not hurting you?"
"N-No, haah, aru," Yao could hardly speak; it felt amazing. "Keep going,"
Ivan licked his lips and stuck a third finger in, digging deep his fingers hitting velvet walls; squishy and soft. He scraped further, hitting nerves that sent Yao's vision seeing white.
The Asian uncontrollably pushed down further into the fingers, screaming; he covered his mouth to sustain the loud noise. "Yes, oh yes Ivan~" he moaned closing his eyes.
Ivan blushed, Yao looked so adorable, so cute. His soft features contorted into such a beautiful look of lust and desire His small body that pushed up against his own with the intent of his need to be released. He continued to stretch the man out properly like the Asian had told him to do.
"Ivan aru, give me your fingers," Yao asked, which Ivan generously did as he was told.
The Asian grabbed the thick fingers and took three of them in his mouth, coating them properly with his saliva. He licked and sucked on them, making sure it was done right.
Ivan felt himself get harder at the older man's actions, his pulse racing quickly. The butterflies in his stomach fluttered faster, wanting to burst out at any moment.
Yao released the fingers, a huge blush covered his face, cursing the next words that would come out of his own mouth. He shifted his body upwards a bit; spreading his legs that the Russian lay in between.
"S-Stick your fingers in aru," Yao managed to let escape; stuttering as he did so.
"Inside you?" Ivan asked with a tilt of his head.
"Of course you moron!" Yao yelled, frustrated by how childish the question was. "You need to properly prepare me aru," the last words were almost whispered.
The Russian smiled shyly and nodded. "Da," he sat up slightly, making sure not to bump his head from the little space before he hit the wood of the top bunk and grabbed the man's orange pants, slowly sliding them down. He watched Yao carefully though lustful eyes. The man shifted slightly and uncomfortably as the Russian then grabbed his boxers, taking them off too; freeing the Asian's manhood from its restriction
Yao bit his bottom lip; Ivan thought Yao's face couldn't get more red, boy was he wrong.
In complete awkwardness from Ivan staring at him like a piece of meat, Softly Yao spoke, "Go on,"
"Ahhh!" Yao yelled, bucking his hips as he hit the nerves again. "T-Thats enough aru," the ebony haired man stated panting heavily. Ivan nodded his head, pulling his fingers out; a slight whimpering escaped the Asian's mouth. Ivan griped the smaller man's hips, sliding himself up over the body a bit further
"Well? Aren't y-you going to enter aru?" Yao stuttered; face flushed along with his body.
"I-I am nervous da? Maybe this isn't such a good idea," Ivan did not want to hurt Yao; he was afraid once he started he wouldn't be able to control himself to stop.
"Aiya, I am not having you back out now aru!" Yao reached up and wrapped his one arm around the Russian's neck; he reached up and gave small kisses all along his throat. While his other hand was snaking its way towards Ivan's pant zipper; he undid it, slid down the garments and grabbed the thick organ making the Slavic man gasp, groaning as it was tugged forward, inching slowly near the Asian's entrance. Ivan stiffened as he felt the Asian push his member into him.
Yao hissed, groaning as the tip of Ivan's huge member slid in. "Ivan~" he moaned, "help me aru."
Ivan gulped; complying with the Chinese man's wishes. He pushed himself inward; digging himself deeper into that tight portal. Ivan grunted as he entered, panting heavily as he tried to push all the way in. Yao threw his head back against the pillow; gripping the sheets as he bit his other hands knuckles, mouth slightly ajar and breathing uneven.
"Y-Yao~" Ivan moaned out, as he finally got himself in. Yao; with his breathing rugged and heavy, adjusted himself so it would hurt less. He looked up to Ivan with his golden eyes, Ivan looked into those golden orbs; he was getting lost, they were so beautiful, like a field of sunflowers. But if you could hear it from Yao's point of view; he would say Ivan had the most beautiful eyes. Violet, he had never seen natural violet eyes before.
Yao moved his hands upwards and cupped the Russians face. Ivan subconsciously moved his head into the warm tiny hands. His thumbs rubbed the bigger face; sliding down to leave light touches along the Slavic mans neck making him shiver. Yao had finally noticed the scars; his eyes widened in surprise.
"I-Ivan," as he went to slide his fingers along one of the scars, the Russian caught the one hand; squeezing the wrist tightly; he made the Asian flinch.
"Wait," he spoke softly, kissing the fingers of the hand he kept prisoner in his death grip. He pushed the hand back, keeping it above the smaller mans ebony hair. Ivan leaned down and left light kisses on the milky body, Yao sighed, shivering at the tenderness; for now, forgetting about the scars. Ivan's mouth found one of the hard nipples and licked it, biting down albeit too harshly eventually leading to a huge purple mark. He stopped when he heard the Asian whine, whimpering at the action.
"Yao," he whispered, hot breath against the flushed skin. "Should I start moving?"
The Asian mentally slapped his forehead. He had almost forgotten the Russian was still inside him. "Yes, oh, of course aru." he stated blushing for forgetting such a thing. Ivan bent upwards placing both his hands on either side of the smaller man. Yao spread his legs a bit further, his toes curling into the sheets.
Ever so slowly, with complete caution Ivan began to move. He first slid his member out slightly, "Now push it back in," Yao ordered watching the mans movements carefully. Ivan nodded and slowly pushed back in, the smaller man moaned softly at the act; the feel of the large rod going into him. The Russian continued this movement, each thrust with care.
Ivan panted heavily as he started to move faster, his pace was quickening and the poundings rougher. He griped the sheets by Yao's head, leaning his body upwards more to get into his lover deeper. The old bed creaked and shook with each powerful movement. Yao gasped; clinging to the Russian's back in desperation. His nails dug deep into to man's skin, drawing blood.
The Russian hissed; grunting as he continue his decent into his angel. "Haa, Yao!" he yelled; he wanted the Asian to keep looking at him. But Yao had awhile ago closed his eyes, hiding the gorgeous amber irises; tears falling freely from them. "Yao, look at me," he said in a commanding tone which Yao immediately listened too. With Ivan still thrusting into him he thought it was embarrassing to look at the Slavic. But he obeyed none the less. "I-I want to, I want you to see me Yao," he groaned, pushing in faster. "Hah, keep looking at me,"
"Wahh!" Yao screamed when Ivan hit his sweet spot. "Wo de tian a, Ivan, so good aru, more!" he moved his lower half rhytmically with the Russian. Sweat slid down their faces both panted uncontrollably, forgetting all their surroundings. They could honestly care less if it was on a old bed, in a jail house. They were together, connected by something more then just passion and lust, but by love.
Ivan almost burst when he felt the insides of Yao clench around him tighter than it already was. He couldn't contain it; his stomach twist and turned into knots.
"Y-Yao-Yao," he gasped, "ahh, I need," he kept thrusting.
"Ivan, haah, aruu, pump my shaft, please," Yao begged; he too wanting escape, to feel the orgasmic need of coming.
The man did as he was told, his large hands pumping the leaking member with the times of his love making. Yao could also feel the heat in the pit of his stomach, it coiled until he could take no more.
With one last thrust, Yao came yelling, "Ivan!" the substance spilling over both of them. Ivan, after hearing his name shouted by such a beautiful voice, too released himself. He listened as Yao hitched his breath, the hot liquid filing his insides.
The air was hot, the men's breathing uneven and disorderly. Ivan stared down at Yao as Yao stared back up with half lidded hazed and lustful eyes. Tears stood in the corners, threatening to fall once again.
"Ugh?" Yao's eyes widened as he felt hot tears hit his face; with his vision a bit foggy, he couldn't really tell if it was him crying or the younger man.
"I-Ivan?" The Chinese man said softly with a hoarse voice. "W-What's wrong aru?"
Ivan brought his one arm up and tried desperately to wipe away the tears that fell. He was Russian, Russian's don't cry, so why now? As he thought more and more about it, he came to the conclusion of why he was crying.
"I-I love you Yao," the tears rained down faster this time; Ivan speaking, his voice cracking with each confession. "I love you so much, da?" "And I know I will have to leave you soon, I know this can't work forever, not with how I am, what I have done" he confessed to himself in silence. "I want to be with you forever little Yao, why, why did you have to put me under your spell!" he let his body fall on top of the elder man's, almost crushing him with his huge size.
Yao was surprised, flabbergasted by the sudden revel of his true emotions. The three words that could make you fly high, and also make you burn if you tried to touch the surface of the sun. He shifted slightly at the uncomfortableness of the man's limp member still inside him, the warm liquid leaking from his insides were Ivan had came. The Russian's grip tightened around Yao's tiny waist, his arms desperately clinging to him as the sobs became louder.
Yao sighed heavily; he wrapped his arms around the Slavic man, his fingers dancing through the silverish blonde soaked sweat hair. "Shh, it's OK Ivan aru," he hushed the man, the Russian dug his face further into the indent of Yao's shoulder. "Jeez, he really is nothing but a child trapped in a man's body...make that a giants body."
How Yao ever got caught up in all this mayhem, all this mess was way beyond him. He tried his best in life, worked hard to make a better living for him and his "Family." Tirelessly he tried to make everything better for everyone else but himself. He thought if others were happy, so would he. But that was wrong, he wasn't happy, in fact, he didn't feel happy at all until he met the people here in a jail of all places. Sure it had its ups and downs, and he was only in here less than a week, but he had a lot of fun and met interesting people.
Interesting people and a hidden desire, a hidden love that he never knew existed.
Until Ivan.
He felt the tears die down and lifted his head so he could be face to face with the handsome childish features of the Russian. His hands cupped them, watching as the bigger man sniffled. Yao never noticed how tiny his body was compared to the younger males, he knew he was small, but to Ivan, he was nothing. His small fingers taping lightly on the soft cheeks, wiping stray tears.
"Ivan, did I ever tell you, you have a big nose aru," Yao said with a serious face.
Ivan looked shocked, how could he be so mean. "Yao, that's not very nice da?" he pouted.
"Ah, you didn't let me finish aru. Ivan Braginski, you have a big nose that I love, and a heart made of gold. You may be crazy and psychotic and a little not right in the head, but you are the nicest person I have ever come too meet. You're handsome, with your childish good looks aru!" Yao smiled at the end of his sentence; closing his eyes and grinned wide.
"Eee," (sniff!) The tears again quickly leaked from his eyes. "Oh Yao-Yao!" the man yelled crushing the Asian once again.
"Aiya aru, don't kill me you big brute!" he yelled agitated, gasping for air. "Eek!" Yao's skin jumped when he felt light kisses on his skin. "Ivan!"
The Russian smirked, leaning up towards the Asians lips and gave him a soft kiss. "Little Yao may be a prude, old, mean and too motherly-"
"Get on with it aru," Yao interrupted angrily.
"But~ "Ivan said smiling like a little kid. "He is also lovely, kind, beautiful, sexy, amazing and caring, the only person to ever even have a hint of compassion towards me, da? That is why I love Yao-Yao so much!"
The Asian's face turned a bright red at the complements. The tips of his ears burning, he turned his head away and grumbled something.
"Ahh?~ What was that little Yao~" Ivan asked with a playful tone.
"I-I said, I like...you a lot too aru," Yao quickly got out.
Ivan smiled like a little child getting candy. It wasn't a 'I love you' but it was close enough. He didn't really expect the Asian to say it so soon, especially with how stubborn he was, but he would of liked to hear it before tomorrow, at least once.
"Hngh," Yao huffed out hot air, swiping away loose locks from his face. "I am too tired for this today aru, I just want to sleep now," He yawned, Ivan thinking it was so cute as he rubbed his one eye. Of course he understood after sex, that he would want to go to bed, but he wished he would of stayed up longer with him. He wish he could talk with the man more, get to know him more, let him know about himself.
His heart began to ache once again, not for the fact of loneliness, but for the fact that he will never see his precious sunflower, his Chinese doll, his little Yao-Yao ever again. He turned around, slinging the Asian so he would lay on his stomach. Yao didn't fight it much, too tired to do a thing but snuggle into the broad body.
Ivan sighed, he loved the feeling of hearing Yao's still slightly rough breathing; he could feel the smaller man's racing heart beat and his small chest rising up and down; indicating that there was someone else, another human.
"Goodnight, Yao,"
Hnnnnggg~ I hope you guys liked your sexy scene, the one you all have been waiting for! I usually make Ivan very dominate, like he knows what he is doing. But trust be told, I think he would be gentle. I mean, Yao is older than him, so I would assume Yao would of at least had sex once before. So this time Ivan was the virgin!~ xD Yet he was still on top, oh Yao, you just make a perfect uke~
I know Ivan might be crazy, but to me, he would be just, if not more, as terrified as Yao.
To be continued~
Please wait responsibly, I don't want to hear in the news that a crazy fan girl killed 50 people and threatened me to make the next chapter! xDD Though that would be cool!~ Lol!
Thanks to everyone for all the faves and comments so far!