Ivan turned on his heel, feeling slightly disappointed. His little ruse had gone so well so far, but with the melancholy tones it became boring quickly.
"Please get up, Ludwig." The Russian coaxed.
Ludwig's body shook in despair, only looking up to smack away Ivan's hand.
"Gilbert is not dead yet, but continue to disobey and frustrate me, and that will be quickly changed." Ivan snapped, tapping his boot impatiently.
Ludwig slowly found his footing, his hands clenched into fists, trying his best to fight off the temptation to wrap them around the Russian's throat.
"H-how could you do this to him…" Ludwig hissed, finding it increasingly difficult to control his volume as the state of his sibling slowly sunk in.
"I think you should change that ungrateful tone." Ivan murmured thoughtfully. "After all, I'm doing your brother a favor."
"A favor?" the German roared, "How the hell is destroying my poor brother a favor!"
"Your brother walked in on the performance, but never caught the grand finale." Ivan replied simply, slowly approaching the infuriated blonde.
"What grand fina-"
Ivan grabbed the German by his waist, pulling him close to his form. Nose to nose, their eyes locked briefly as Ivan's hand lowered to caress the blonde's hips.
"…you wouldn't."
"Oh, but to save your brother's life, you certainly would." Ivan giggled, his fingers lingering on the crotch of the German's pants. They dipped under his belt, lightly teasing his member through his underwear. "I'm in the mood for two things at the moment. One of them involves your complete obedience. The other is swinging a U-trap pipe through your dear brother's skull. I'm sure you recognize the safer option."
Ludwig turned to glance at Gilbert briefly, his poor bruder suspended by the daunting chains, groaning feebly.
Das Russian pervertieren…
He'll kill Gilbert if I refuse to comply…
Ludwig cursed under his breath, a steely glare meeting Ivan's opalescent eyes. Humiliation was a pawn Ivan wasn't afraid to use to his advantage.
"Do what you will, Russian schwein, but first promise my brother's safety."
"His safety lies with your obedience. Simple enough, da?" Ivan smirked, turning to the mess of chains and flesh before him. "Stay awake long enough to catch the show, Gilbert!" he smiled, waving at the badly wounded man as if excited to see him.
Ivan's hand left Ludwig's pants, guiding the German towards the dim light bulb illuminating the room poorly. A world-worn wicker chair came into view, and placed quite close to the wounded Prussian. Ludwig winced at the clearer sight of poor Gilbert, his wounds were deep and ebbing blood, his body struggling to escape from the corroded shackles.
Ivan sat upon the chair, prompting the German to follow suit. He patted his right leg cheerfully, like a mall Santa would do to coax a small child to sit.
"Have a seat."
Ludwig didn't dare hesitate and obeyed, leaning his entire body weight onto Ivan's leg on purpose, hoping to cause the Russian pain. But Ivan didn't even flinch, moving Ludwig so he was straddling the Russian's leg. Placing his hands on the German's hips, Ivan forced him to grind up and down his leg slowly. Carefully applying pressure, Ivan gripped Ludwig's waist so it rubbed up against his leg harder as it moved. A low moan escaped the blonde's tightly pursed lips.
"Doesn't your brother sound nice when he's aroused, Prussia?" Ivan asked loudly, awaiting the wounded body's answer as he continued to move Ludwig's waist rhythmically.
"Nnnh.." Gilbert struggled to form words, the vicious sting of his wounds waning as a dull ache set in.
"You're awful quiet for an arrogant loudmouth. I suppose if you aren't satisfied with the view from where you are, you could've just said something." Ivan grinned, scooting the chair closer to the Prussian. He stopped moving Ludwig momentarily to unbuckle his slacks, pulling them down around his ankles along with his underwear, dotted with liquid on the front.
He moved the blonde faster against his leg, enjoying the sensation of Ludwig's semi hard cock brushing against his thigh repeatedly. Ludwig bit his lip as hard as he could, struggling to muffle his moans in front of his brother.
I can't get hard in front of Gilbert…in his current state…
This is insanity…
Damn that Russian bastard….
"Aaahhn…" Ludwig moaned gutturally, unable to stifle himself as the friction against the Russian increased, heat building around his member as it moved against the Ruski.
"G…get y-your…..h-hands off him…" a wheezing voice commanded, causing the Russian to stop. Prussia had finally gathered the strength to speak, and lifted his neck shakily to glare directly at Ivan.
Ivan stood up abruptly, lifting Ludwig from his leg and pulling him roughly by the arm closer to Prussia's feeble body, ignoring the German's stumbling as he tried to walk with the pants almost binding his legs.
"Why, so you can have your hands on him?" Ivan sneered, dragging Ludwig close to Prussia. "Since you interrupted my last encounter with Ludwig, this time you'll have to watch."
"Not like you'd be able to do much anyway. A bit tied up at the moment, da?" Ivan chuckled darkly, yanking a chain upwards, its shackle slicing into Prussia's wrist cruelly.
"But, there's one thing I'd like you to do." Ivan paused, smiling innocently. "Since I like to keep a relatively clean floor, and you seem to love your brother in quite a disturbing way, I'd like you to clean him up when I'm done."
Prussia hissed angrily from his position, inwardly wishing to rip the childlike smile off the smug Russian's face.
Ivan moved forward, shoving Ludwig forward towards nearby unused chains. Securing the blonde's wrists into the clasps, he moved behind Ludwig, lifting his waist on an angle. Ludwig forced his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. His mind was far too clouded, the risks too great to fall back now.
Ivan unbuttoned his coat, tossing it to the floor carelessly. Undoing his belt, he removed his pants quickly, more than happy to return to the German's muscled body.
Holding the German's waist, he guided his cock over the blonde's entrance, forcing himself inside without warning. Ludwig cried out, tightening himself in an attempt to keep the Russian from moving around inside him.
Ivan moaned, wrapping his arms around Ludwig's chest as he buried himself inside him. "Tight as always…mhmm.." he whispered, shivering in pleasure as he moved within him. His warm passage tightened around the Russian's cock, tempting him to thrust harder.
Ludwig's cock began to throb painfully, he hated to admit it, but the Russian was well endowed, and could bring him to climax at his will alone. But this time around, Ludwig's member wasn't receiving any attention, Ivan didn't stroke him once. To make matters worse, after every thrust the shackles buried into the German's wrists, wearing away at the milky skin underneath the metallic cuffs.
"Aaaannhhh…mmmmmhh…" Ludwig couldn't restrain his voice any longer, Ivan's dick began to pulsate within him, hitting his prostate and leaking warm pre-cum, it all felt so good.
Ivan reached around Ludwig, teasing his nipples lightly as his cock began to twitch inside the German's passage. His breathing grew heavier, his thrusts no longer rhythmic, desperately pushing himself within the blonde lustily.
"Aaaaaah!" Ivan let out a small cry as his cock pulsed once more, releasing his hot seed within Ludwig. Trying to catch his breath, he pulled out slowly, allowing his cum to dribble down the German's legs. Turning away formally, Ivan stepped away from the blonde to have a seat in the wicker chair he'd occupied earlier.
Ludwig turned to Ivan, his body shivering, painfully aroused. Ivan was a short distance away, reclining in the chair, stark naked and giving the blonde an expectant look.
Ludwig looked down, Prussia was suspended by the chains beneath him, but he'd been able to maneuver himself into somewhat of an upright position, staring at his brother weakly.
"I think he wants you to-"
"My awesomeness w-will do it…for b-bruder..." Prussia whispered, giving his brother a half attempt at his usual pervy, confident smile.
Closing his eyes, Ludwig moved his waist forward, allowing Prussia to take him in his mouth. His cock twitched violently at this, the wet inner cheek tight against his erection. Prussia began to suck slowly, taking his brother in fully, wincing as his head grazed the back of his throat, still raw from screaming earlier. His tongue teased the top of his brother's shaft, coating the blonde's cock with saliva.
"Mhmm…nnhnn…" Ludwig moaned, unable to form words as the Prussian sucked on his cock, not missing a beat as he toyed with his every nerve, bringing him closer to climax. His hips bucked on reflex, gasping at the wonderful feeling of thrusting in his brother's mouth.
"aaah…g-god…I c-can't…" Ludwig hissed, unable to resist the temptation to push his member to the back of Gilbert's throat.
Ivan stood up, making his way to the bound German, unbuckling the shackles on his wrists. He returned to his seat, watching intently.
Ludwig breathed heavily, cradling his hands behind his brother's ears, and began to pump within his mouth faster and faster. Gilbert moaned loudly as his brother moved, he'd secretly thought of doing lascivious things like this with his brother when he was alone, but in reality it was much more intense.
"Aaah…Ahn..Aaaaahh!" Ludwig cried, bucking forward once more, squirting cum in the back of his brother's throat. Gilbert swallowed it all, his tongue teasing Ludwig's head, thirsty for more. The last of it dribbled onto the Prussian's tongue, he drank it gratefully.
Ludwig breathed heavily, removing himself from his brother's mouth slowly. He turned away from Gilbert, now that he was satiated he could barely look him in the eye.
Ivan stood up, slowly making his way over to the pair. "Quite an entertaining display, hmm?" He smiled, patting Ludwig on the back. "I've never seen two go so fiercely at each other so willingly!"
Ludwig buttoned his slacks without a word, feeling sickened with himself.
Ivan walked over to Prussia, releasing the shackles binding his wounded body, dropping him to the floor unceremoniously. "As agreed, I will release you from this room…relatively unharmed." He shot him a twisted smirk, eyeing the Prussian's vast wounds and bloodied limbs gleefully.
Gilbert was only able to support himself on a leg and his arms, dragging himself towards the doorway with much difficulty. He struggled to mount the stairs, lifting his body with every step.
Ludwig turned away from the Russian, desperate to leave the horrid room. The least he could do for Gilbert was help him up the stairs. Following in his incapacitated brother's wake, he lifted the Prussian carefully, cradling his body against his chest. "We leave this hell together, bruder, for better or worse." Ludwig attempted a reassuring smile, guilt flooding him from his earlier actions.
Ascending the stairs quickly, all Ludwig could think of was seeking immediate medical attention for the Prussian. His wounds were deep, not to mention several broken bones that with any hope could be salvaged and mended in time.
Gott only knows what that bastard did to my bruder…
Opening the door, he was greeted by a blast of fresh air, bringing a heavy shiver to the two brothers. Ludwig walked out the door, running through the Russian's dormitory quickly, noticing Prussia's consciousness waning from exhaustion. Ludwig stopped in his tracks, a clammy sensation swathing over his entire body.
The door was barred shut, quadruple locked by titanium alloy bars. Ludwig rested Prussia on the floor briefly, attempting to break a lock or two with a brute shove from his shoulder. But it was no use, the door wouldn't budge for anything, no amount of physical force could defeat it.
"Hmm…I don't recall saying you could leave, Ludwig." A small voice laughed, echoing in the shadows from downstairs.
Ludwig cursed under his breath, turning around quickly, wincing at the frigid wind biting at his cheek. The temperature in the room had most definitely dipped lower, his entire body vibrating from the cold winds within the room.
Russia appeared at the doorway, smug as ever, twirling a U-trap pipe like a dancing baton. His eyes shone maliciously, eyeing the brothers with deep-seated hunger.
"T-then allow Prussia to leave! He needs medical attention at once, thanks to you!" Ludwig growled, kicking at the heavily secured door in blind rage.
"…so it seems." Ivan remarked flatly, glancing at Gilbert's lacerations and broken limbs. "Very well, Prussian. You may leave my domain. But do one favor for me before you leave."
"What do you want from me?" Prussia snarled, meeting the Russian's smile as he approached him, unlocking the door.
"See to it that Veneciano pays me a visit today." Ivan opened the door wider so the Prussian could crawl out the door. Gilbert made his way into the hallway, pausing in disbelief at the Russian's request.
"No!" Ludwig shouted, his heart torn at the possibility of what Ivan wanted with the sweet, innocent Italian. Prussia turned to Russia, then to Ludwig, his expression pained; he may have messed with Italia in the past, but his last intention would be to lead the kid into the dangerous custody of the deranged Russian. The mere thought was frightening.
Ivan smiled, turning to glare at Prussia. "I suggest you obey my command, Gilbert. Although it's quite obvious you enjoy taking several objects into your mouth, I'm sure one of them isn't a metal pipe. Bring me Italia, you can live out your miserable life, da?" Ivan slammed the door shut, locking it securely.
He faced Ludwig, his expression a dark shadow of the cheerful, childlike man he usually was. "The Italian will be here shortly. Make yourself scarce, go downstairs and wait for my return." He barked, pointing at the dark stairwell.
Ludwig descended the stairs, pleading that the darkness would swallow him up entirely. He was grateful to be alone for the time being, no one could see the tears trailing down his face. "Italia….I'm so…s-so sorry…" he cried quietly, proceeding into the room of chains, unable to open his eyes. He was helpless and alone, and was dragging his two comrades down with him.