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Berwald rubbed his callused hands against his shoulder blades. Tino was right; the bruise on his shoulder was starting to ache underneath the heavy linen of the bandages. Berwald frowned suddenly. He had wanted to be in the fittest stamina possible to impress the little Finn. There was no way Tino would pick Berwald at the fires if Berwald appeared weak. He had to look and act like a warrior. If he even so much as took a wrong step, it would ruin his chances.* Tonight was like the courtship of delicate birds alongside hungry wolves. It was Berwalds duty to claim his lovely violet eyed prey before the other viscous hunters did.

He sighed and trudged along the dusty path that led towards the clean waters of the river. He kept his eyes open for any sign of movement along the trees or bushes, the sun glaring against his eyes. His main goal was to find the stray calf, although impressing Tino with his caring of the baby animal was also another goal.

Berwald sighed and nursed his hands lightly over his bruised shoulder. The inklings of the greenish blotch had spots of plum purple peeking from under the bandages. Berwald frowned sharply. He was going to feel sore tonight, there was no way he would be able to please his wife now...

He had planned it out so perfectly. After the majority of the dancing was over, and Tino had accepted his proposal of being his summer bride (hopefully, Berwald thought with a stray feeling of worry), he would steal Tino into the night and tuck him into the warm confines of the dense forest, or even his long house if they were so eager to.* All Berwald truly wanted was to show Tino how much he really cared and loved the Finn. Tonight, Berwald would show Tino just how hungry and desperate his need for the lithe and slender man had become.

Berwald blushed. Still feeling his aching shoulder, he paused when he heard the rustling of a bush. He looked up, his eyes set in a frightful glare. He stared at the near by bush, its emerald green leaves shaking, as if Berwald's stare had scared it shitless. Berwald, hoping it was the missing calf, stepped heavily over to the bush, his feet dragging over the dusty earth. He was almost a few feet from the hedge when a blur of white dashed out from the confines of the leaves to land like a torpedo against Berwald's stomach.

The big man let out a winded "oof" before being pushed to the ground, groaning at his bruised shoulder. He shook the dizziness from his head to see the cute little white puppy that had been following him lately, perched on his stomach. Berwald sighed and patted the pup atop her head, her obsidian eyes sparkling with puppy-like joy. She yipped playfully before gnawing at strings of Berwald's blue tunic, Berwald embarrassed to find them still undone from Tino's persistence. He blushed brightly. Tino was certainly... Very advanced... in the arts of physical love, something that Berwald had thought of but lacked completely. He began to wonder at how to actually go about wooing the Finn. Plus, they would both be naked, right? Berwald shuddered slightly. Naked...Naked was good...

The puppy, confused as to why this giant of a man was turning the color of a bright red apple, nudged her wet nose against Berwalds cheek. Berwald, his mind quickly dispelling the rapidly forming fantasies of a buck naked Tino wiggling his ass to a fro, shook his head and chuckled softly as he felt the puppies wet nose and tongue glide against his heated face. He patted the pup on the head once before sliding his legs from underneath himself and sitting on the balls of his feet. He picked up the pup in his hands and held her up. She wagged her tail furiously before quipping up a joyous bark once more. Berwald chuckled once more before he continued walking down the soft and stone littered path, puppy in hand and a smile on his lips.

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Tino ducked his head once more in the cool water before shaking his head back and forth, dispelling the drops of icy water from his mopped locks. He giggled and waded in the water, kicking his feet up and making the waters currants rise and fall against the saw grass flanked banks. He smiled to himself. He was feeling good and feisty, strung up and willful. The perfect combination for dancing tonight. He flopped on his back once more before gliding through the water to Feliks, who was combing out his hair and tying it up atop his head.

Tino snuck up behind him and, quietly and stealth-fully raised his hands over the water that circled and pooled against Feliks stark body. Tino grinned madly before slapping his hands hard against the water and uprooting the liquid to fling it at Feliks face. The Polish man squeaked and turned around, his face beaded with the water, hair dripping wet. He growled and smirked at the same time, pushing Tino downward and into the waters currants. The Finn surfaced upward before laughing wildly, his hair flattened against his face.

"I like, totally though you were a Wodjanoj! You shouldn't sneak up on people like that Tino, like, you'll totally make them piss themselves!"* Feliks laughed, nudging the Finn back into the water with his elbow. Tino laughed breathlessly before joining Feliks and Nikolas against the warm sand, there bodies soaking up the summer sun.

Feliks rolled over on his side, body coated with sand. he scratched his legs irritatingly. Nikolas just stared blankly at the water, his skin drying slowly under the blare of the sun.

"So...Tino..." He muttered, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Tino swallowed hard. He did not like where this was going. He rolled over to support his body with his elbows, his junk to the breeze, just like a true man should sit.

"Are you ready to, like, impress a certain Swede tonight?" Feliks giggled, enjoying the sight of Tino's face lighting up like a winter torch. The poor Finn stammered in his speech before he could answer the shoulder length blonde.

"Well... I hope he will choose me, I mean, I'm not the best dancer...Or the prettiest, or the sexiest, or the..." Tino had never been this self conscious in his entire life, and he was beginning to hate the worrisome feeling that wormed its way into his gut. Berwald did say he wished Tino to be his bride... Hopefully He meant it.

"Like Tino! Calm down! You'll do fine! I've like, seen the way that tall bear of a man looks at you-hes like a hungry animal waiting to tear your clothes off!" Feliks smirked, smacking his friend on the shoulder. Tino winced, his lips upturned into a small smile.

"The whole village already knows hes head over heels for you. You've got him under your spell..." Nikolas muttered, a playful smile coating his usually mundane set lips.

Tino had been noticing the way Berwald was looking at him, his eyes solid and dark with what the younger boy hoped was love and attraction. They had kissed so many times, and it was well known to both men that they shared a mutual love for each other. Tino had nothing to worry about right? So what if he didn't have any boobs, or girlish hips? His ass was tight and pert enough to catch the Swede's eye, right? Right! Tino smiled triumphantly. He was going to win that bearish mans heart tonight, as well as another part of his body that Tino so greedily craved.

"Plus, it looks like you already had a handful of some Swedish meatballs this afternoon... Maybe even a mouthful~~!" Feliks giggled.

Tino's eye twitched a few times before the Finn pounced on top of the Polish man, threatening to rip off his manhood and throw it into the bonfires!

"As much as I love naked men wrestling on a hot afternoon..."

The two boys halted in their playful fighting, their eyes blinking in the hot sun to see Elizabeta, her wavy peach stone hair tussled by the wind. In her arms she held a heap of clothes, the majority of the clothing was very bright and silky looking-and feminine. Very feminine.

"No more dresses." Nikolas growled out, not even bothering to hide his nakedness. Each boy had know Elizabeta for such a long time, they no longer cared about her care free and often stalker-ish ways. She was still their friend, no matter how crazy, high strung, and stubborn.

She handed each boy a woolen blanket to cover and dry themselves as she rummaged through the bundle of clothes, clinking noises rumbled from inside the linen. Clinking was never a good sign.

"Fine. You don't want dresses? Then you can just meet your husbands naked. In fact, that sounds like a very fun idea. I'm sure Mathias would agree~~!" Elizabeta stuck her tongue out to Nikolas, whose eyes widened in horror. With his face flushed and his mouth set into a deep scowl, he grabbed one of the dresses from her hands and held it up to view, his other hand holding the blanket around his waist.

It was a lovely dress, fitted with stitching of flax the color of bright red apples baking on a mantle.* The draping of the dress was a rich and deep navy blue that matched Nikolas's eyes perfectly. The weight of the cord that would serve as the belt was light and lacy, like the stems of thin clovers, and the dress was as fluttery as a butterflies wings. But the thing that puzzled the boys most was that there was no bodice-no top-to the dress at all. Only a bottom.

"Elizabeta..." Nikolas rumbled, adgitation hitting his throat like a vibrant chord. Elizabeta handed Feliks and Tino thier dresses, each one drastically different from Nikolas's, but still missing the top of the dress.

"Hmmmm?" She looked to Nikolas and smiled brightly.

"Where is the rest of the dress?" Nikolas barked out. He was losing his temper.

"What do you mean? Its all there." She answered, placing a bit of corded jewelry in each boys palms.

"Its only like, a skirt!" Felik's commented, though his voice wasn't as annoyed as Nikolas, in fact, the blonde Polish man looked quite pleased. He held his dress skirts to his waist, and spun around. Feliks dress had the magnificent gleam of stitched flowers, all in reds and oranges, along with white glittering sashes that were tied together by even more vibrant yellows and blues.* Feliks smiled and clutched the skirt to his chest.

Tino looked down at his own dress. The skirts were of thin and smooth material, made with excellent care, and the bold colors made his eyes blink a few times.* The short wrappings were of a lighter blue than Nikolas's skirt but still as pretty, a thick sash of red, decorated with little dabbles of white stitches the color of snow daintily covered the sash. The ends of the skirt were outlined with a quilted border of the same flush red, only with small gold tassels. Tino's eyes grew wide. It was a beautiful piece of art.

"Since you boys are male I thought that having just the skirts on would be interesting. Also I love messing with your lives." Elizabeta gave her award winning Cheshire cat grin. Nikolas frowned, Feliks smiled, and Tino just stood there dumbfounded.

Elizabeta clapped her hands together and smiled. She plucked the small leather chord of a necklace from Tino's hand and swiftly double knotted it behind the Finn. Standing back she let Tino flit his fingers against the cool metal of the necklace symbol, a small bear.* He smiled at her and thanked her with a quick bow. She nodded before shooing the boys into the bushes and telling them to dress quickly. Each boy did as he was told, selecting a spot in the shady oaks and aspens to change into their clothing.

Tino stumbled into the blazing forest air. The sun would stay up all night as the village sang its praises to the Gods. The air was already thick, tangible. He could feel the suns rays leak in from the tree tops to wrap against his skin in a warm embrace. Tino smiled. The time for the feast was drawing near, and Tino could feel his blood rushing through his veins. He was excited. Excited to see Berwald tonight. The Swede's chest bare, eyes sharp and thoughtful, arms taunt, his Berwald.

Tino felt a shiver run through his body. Yes, Berwald was his, and he was Berwalds. Every fiber of the Finn screamed to have Berwalds naked flesh pressed tightly against his. He craved the feeling of Berwald hot and calloused hands atop the Finn's body. He needed it. His heart beat wildly between his rib cage, his pulse becoming so apparent that Tino could feel it in his throat. He slid down to the grassy floor and dumped the skirt to the earth. Tino bit his lip.

He felt a twinging heat pool down into his stomach, as if the slightest thought about Berwald would make his young mind snap and dive into pleasure. He craved Berwald. Needed him. Waiting was not an option.

Tino sighed, smoothing his hands over his dampened hair, the blanket barely clinging onto his thin hips. He swallowed hard and sank deeper into the blanket. Maybe...maybe... He looked around himself. He was a good distance away from Elizabeta and the rest of the boys. Perhaps, if he was quiet...he could re-leave himself, if only for a little while. Tino bit his lip once more. Curse his boyish stamina!

Tino flitted his hands lightly, almost guiltily to the blanket that clung to his waist like the last petal of a daisy. Yet, his need overpowering him, he willed his hands to cast off the blanket, leaving himself bare, exposed, and needful for release.

His lusty fantasies had already taken a toll on his little friend, as a drop of pearly liquid quivered like dew on the top of his manhood. Tino licked his lips seductively.

Lazily, he trailed his fingers over the base of his hardening problem, imagining Berwalds slender and long fingers dancing over his throbbing arousal. Tino twisted his wrist in an effort to create more friction, his eyes shut tight, mouth already whispering little moans of encouragement to himself. It wasn't his fault for being like this. It was Berwalds.

Tino could barely even think straight as his fingers began to squeeze ruthlessly along his shaft, his poor throat crying out in the buzzing heat of the day. He used his left hand to support his body as he leaned against a tree trunk, hips propped up, ass seated on the water dampened blanket. He rolled his hips in time with his hands, trying his best to create more of the delicious friction that wrapped around his body with every tug of his fingers.

He tried his best to stay quiet, but it was so tempting to just moan his little head off. His mouth was already becoming dry and his face was so heated he feared any longer and his head would burst. He ran his tongue over his dry lips and squeezed along the length harder, pumping his hands up and down, matching his maddening pants and whines. If only Berwald was here... He thought hungrily.

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Berwald had just made his way to the brook that jutted out from the road. Placing the wriggling puppy down to the floor, Berwald bent down to the edge of the river, hands gliding over the crystal clear water. He frowned and glanced around the beaches edge. There were prints, human foot prints to be exact, but colved feet which meant no calf. Berwald furrowed his brow. He straightened up his back and stood up, wiping his wet hands on his trouser pants.

As far as he could tell, there had been no calf down by the creek. There wasn't any sign of tracks of grazing. Berwald paused. Come to think of it, Berwald remembered all the calf's being brought into the willow patch just this afternoon. He had counted and all eight of the calves had been accounted for... Berwald glared. Damned that lying Dane!

He felt stupid for believing such a lie from that blonde idiot. Berwald growled low in his throat. By now it was only a half an hour until the feast. He had wasted enough time, he still had to get dressed and help light the flames of the bonfire. He would kill Mathias later...

Looking back outward from where he came, he sighed and began to walk back up the path, that is, until he heard a loud yip. as hopping up on her hind legs and whining irritably. Berwald arched up an eyebrow before striding up to the little dog, her tail swishing madly in a blur, eyes bright.

Berwald bent down to the puppies eye lever and grunted. "Wh'ts wr'ng?" He asked her, hands resting on his knees.

The little white dog that had so fondly attached herself to Berwald, barked loudly, hopping to a fro, trotting over a rotten log that had fallen in the creek long ago. She bounded off the log with a quick jump and shook her fur. Berwald sighed.

"I don't h've t'me for th's..." Berwald muttered, looking outward to the little dog who was persistently barking. Berwald shook his head and grunted. His kindness getting the better of him, he hopped onto the log to join the dog.

Apparently the log did not like Berwald, because as soon as he was half way across the fallen log, the splintered shards keeping the wood together snapped and plunged into the water, taking Berwald down with it.

Berwald rose from the water soaked and irritable, his lungs chocking. He growled in frustration and slapped his hands against the water. The little puppy on the shore just barked mockingly. Berwald groaned in his head. After Tino had specifically told him to keep his bandages dry...Berwald scrunched up his face with annoyance.

After making his way back up onto land, he shook his legs and his head, sending drops of water everywhere. The little puppy whined and backed up, not happy about getting her pretty white fur wet. Then, once Berwald was done shaking as much water as he could from his clothes he felt something gnawing at his boots. He looked down and saw the puppy, her small teeth tearing a bit of leather from his shoe. He rolled his eyes before bending down to pick up the little dog but the pup was too fast, as she skidded away from him just in time. Berwald smiled sharply. So the puppy wanted to play?

Berwald lunged forward with speed, trying to snatch up the yipping and frolicking dog. But he was no match for the little ball of fluff, and soon she had led him deep into the forest. Berwald, out of breath, knelt his arms against a tree. The little puppy shaking her tail and whining quietly, her face shoved into a bush.

Berwald blinked, wondering why the little dog had suddenly given up chase. He bent down to her eye level he scooted her aside to peer into the bush that the pup had found so interesting. Focusing his eyes, he let out a small gasp. No...It couldn't be...Could it?

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Tino tried his best to muffle his cries, but it proved a challenge. Already he could feel the heat burning in his groin about to explode. But he didn't want to come, not yet... He wanted to keep imagining, keep believing that it was Berwald's wide hands that were bringing him so much pleasure, that it was Berwald's thumb that brushed against the tip of his manhood, and that it was Berwald's fingers that Tino could feel migrating up his chest and to his nipples.

Tino gave out a short cry as his thumb and index finger tugged at his now pert nipples. He bit his lip as he rolled the pink nub tightly, wishing that it was Berwald who was touching him.

Berwald was the reason Tino had this fire burning in his groin, Berwald was the reason that Tino was panting wildly in the hushed and thick air of the forest, Berwald was the reason Tino was whimpering the Swede's name over and over again like a mantra on his lips, and Berwald was the reason for making the Finn want nothing more than to be filled to the hilt with a big, long, thick, hot, Swedish coc-

"...T'no?"

Tino froze, his hands clenched around his manhood, his spine bowed to the earth, hair matted and his naked body sticky with sweat. His face heated up like a thousand matches had been lit under his chin. No...No...Oh no...nonononononono...

He twisted his head behind him, fingers still guiltily clutching his hardness. His eyes widened with embarrassment.

A red faced Berwald was kneeling into the confines of a bush, his hands shaking and his lips parted.

"Are yoo okay?" Berwald muttered, his eyes fixed on the Finn's naked body.

Tino's voice choked in his throat. He felt his fingers unconsciously give a harsh squeeze to his straining member. He winced with pleasure.

"Never been better... And yourself?" Tino gasped, his face flushed against the paleness of his body.

Berwald took another long lusty look at Tino's body.

"N'ver been b'tter."

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OH SNAP TINO YOU NAUGHTY BOY!

Authors Notes:

"If he even so much as took a wrong step, it would ruin his chances."*- Dancing has always been a big part of human expression and especially the expression of power and even lust. I tihnk it would be hilarious to see a big white dude like Berwald try to 'bust a move'!

"...he would steal Tino into the night and tuck him into the warm confines of the dense forest, or even his long house if they were so eager to.*"- I am following the old Beltane traditions on this one guys! So, during certain festivals that included sex, couples would actually fornicate underneath the sky.

"I like, totally though you were a Wodjanoj! You shouldn't sneak up on people like that Tino, like, you'll totally make them piss themselves!"* - A Wodjanoj was a male water spirit that are master shape-shifters in Polish lore.

"It was a lovely dress, fitted with stitching of flax the color of bright red apples baking on a mantle."- I gave Norway a traditional Norwegian festival dress called a "Bunad".

"Feliks dress had the magnificent gleam of stitched flowers, all in reds and oranges, along with white glittering sashes that were tied together by even more vibrant yellows and blues.* "- I gave Feliks a traditional Polish dress called a "Krakow".

"The skirts were of thin and smooth material, made with excellent care, and the bold colors made his eyes blink a few times.*"- I gave Tino a traditional Sami (or Laplander) dress.

"Standing back she let Tino flit his fingers against the cool metal of the necklace symbol, a small bear.*" - In Finland they have certain spirit animals. Oddly enough, in Finland you shouldn't say the word 'bear' because there is a superstition that once you do, one will find you and eat you! I read somewhere that Tino's spirit animal was a bear 3