Cooking had gone as planned, since salmon was in season and quite nice with lemons, garnishes and potato slices, Ivan figured it'd be the ideal meal for the German.
He reached into his spice cabinet, behind paprika, oregano and other common spices for a white bottle, marked with red masking tape, that for his safety, he'd stolen from Belarus. Opening it, Ivan removed two black capsules from the bottle, crushing them into the plate of salmon, coating it with a fine, white powder. After the powder dissolved into the fish, Ivan carried the plate to the table, resting it on the hot plate. Just as he filled two glasses with his finest vodka, the door creaked open.
"I..Ivan-san.." the Ruski heard a brassy voice murmur from outside his door. Ivan smiled cheerfully, turning to greet the tall German. He found it cute that despite Germany's strength and proud, booming voice, he still remained modest and quite shy, surprisingly.
"Evening, Ludwig. If you will sit down, we can begin our meal." Ivan gestured at a deformed-looking marble chair, it looked solid and extremely uncomfortable, but the German sat down, careful not to annoy Ivan whatsoever. He eyed the steaming plate of food as if it was a bomb, but tried hard not to let his uneasiness show.
Ivan served the dish to Ludwig neatly, joining him at the table with a stack of papers. Grabbing a silver fork, Ivan stabbed at a cut of salmon, dicing it upon his own plate. He placed a piece on his tongue, sighing happily at the lemony flavor.
"Delicious, da?" Ivan smiled proudly.
Ludwig selected a thick slab of the pink fish, and 3 wedges of potatoes, mashing them almost obsessively. Piercing a piece of salmon, he bit into it, allowing the taste to flood his palate.
"How very delectable. Excellent culinary skills, Ivan." The blonde praised, savoring the tasty meal. He was honestly shocked at Ivan's cooking skills, he thought the only talent Russians had was holding their bitter liquor.
"I'm glad you like it. Now down to business." Ivan gestured at a thick packet. "So are you interested in my military camp training for your subordinates?"
"Mhm.." Ludwig nodded into his cup, taking a deep gulp, only to sputter and cough from the vile liquid, apologizing profusely for spitting the liquor upon the table and meal.
"That was expensive vodka, it'd be a pity to waste it." Ivan remarked, eyeing the puddle of vodka in front of Ludwig. He reached forward to dabble some on his finger, retreating to his seat, sucking on his gloved, vodka-doused fingers hungrily.
"A-ahem.." Ludwig stuttered, feeling his cheeks redden. He forked more food into his mouth, but he couldn't help but notice Ivan's lips glide over his gloved finger, lingering at the tip, his tongue teasing his finger in slick motions. The German shifted in his seat uncomfortably, trying to block out the Ruski's sucking noises.
"Ahhh…the simplest joy, vodka..." Ivan sighed quietly, drying his finger on a napkin, continuing his meal. "Anyway, I believe with intense training, we can really work Gilbert and Veneciano and they may, one day, be qualified to be called legitimate, well-mannered countries."
"Mhmm." Ludwig murmured, his mind still lingering on the Russian's finger sucking. For some reason his focus wasn't quite on point tonight.
At least, not as "on point" as other parts of him were at that moment…
"Wouldn't you agre..Ludwig, are you feeling alright?" Ivan asked innocently, eyeing his dinner guest with concern. Ludwig was suddenly doubled over, gripping the dinner table, his teeth grit, a stressed expression on the blonde's face.
"I…I'm…al…alright." Ludwig strained, beads of sweat collecting at his hairline, immense warmth flooding his veins. "B..but I think I might be s..sick.." the blonde whined, hunching over.
Ivan rose from his chair slowly, taking a seat next to the German, evaluating his physical state calmly. "What could be making you sick?" Ivan mused. "Could it be the fish, the lemons, or the garnish? Hmm..I just don't know.."
"N..no.. I d-don't think…so.." Ludwig twitched, droplets of sweat trailing down his jawline.
"Or…the aphrodisiac.." Ivan smirked, a sinister gleam lit up his amethyst eyes.
"THE WHAT?!" Ludwig hissed, clutching his chest, unnerved by the flaring sensations torturing his senses.
Ivan pulled Ludwig onto his lap hastily, ripping apart the German's military coat as if it were mere tissue paper. "Hmmm, Ludwig…or as I recall your adorable little charge calls it, Doiitsuuu.." Ivan whispered into his ear, mimicking the Italian's voice, his breath warm with the corrosive vodka. "You look…so…weak…" Ivan grinned maliciously, his gloved fingers teasing the blonde's raised nipples, drawing a low moan from the German's chest.
"Ahaha…you sound so dirty, Doitsuuu…" Ivan growled, skimming his hands over the blonde's bare chest, lingering on the German's waist, gloved fingers dancing over his intricate features. He delicately grazed his navel, even through his leather gloves Ivan could feel Ludwig's smooth ripples of muscle, and he could feel himself salivate in anticipation, he wanted to take the German as soon as possible.
"Ahhn…aha…mhnn.." the blonde's breathing grew faster, at any point where the Russian touched his skin sent intoxicating waves of pleasure throughout his body.
"You're being so good, so submissive, I suppose…" Ivan murmured, his hand rubbing around the German's crotch, "I can play with you…"
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