Heeeeere you go this is chapter two, this one contains SMUT!

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Chapter Two: Nightmares

Feliks woke from his nightmare, tears running down his makeup free face and a cold sweat soaking his hot pink wife beater and black boxers. It was always the same, always after he saw Ivan.

That Russian prick!

He had done nothing but cause trouble for Feliks.

First it was when he was a kid; Ivan had bulled Toris and his two closest friends: Raivis and Eduard. They weren't Toris's best friends, though, because Feliks was his best friend and you can't have more than one best friend. From that time on the Russian had tried to keep him from Feliks. Those were the hardest times in his life! It was difficult to be with Toris but the blonde had always, always loved him. Toris was his and he was Toris's.

The dream started out with him and Toris lying in a field of rye. He had his head on Toris's chest and although he wore patched up breeches and shirt sleeves, lacking shoes, Feliks was happy. The brunet had his arm around him, holding him close, and he laughed at the golden strands in Toris's hair. The brunet pouted, rolling on top of the blonde before smirking wickedly and leaning close to his ear. "You look so beautiful but you'd be even more so if you were naked," Toris said sucking behind the blonde's ear, the blonde giggled, "What do you say, mano mėgstamiausia princas rugių? Ar mes jums nuogas?" (my lovely prince of the rye? Shall we get you naked?) Dear God…he loved it when Toris spoke in his native tongue. To Feliks, Toris speaking Lithuanian was the sexiest thing. Like, ever.

"Taip!" he breathed running his fingers through Toris's hair, "Tak!" He spoke in both their languages, wanting to prove that he loved Toris enough to know both.

Toris leaned closer, to kiss him, but before Feliks could feel the brunet's soft yet slightly chapped lips Toris was torn from him. Confusion muddled his brain and he looked up to see why the fuck Toris wasn't on top of him anymore. Ivan held a struggling, bleeding Toris with an evil smile on his face. "No…no…" Feliks rasped struggling to stand as tears blurred his vison, "No! Give him back to me. Now!"

Ivan chuckled, wrapping his arms around the Lithuanian so his back was pressed against the front of the tan trench coat. "I think I'll keep him," he snickered running his tongue up along Toris's throat, his hands moving up and down his front. Toris flinched and whimpered. Feliks snarled, balling his fists. "Mhm, he has a good taste, da?"

"Don't touch him," the blonde warned, taking a step forward. Suddenly the ground beneath him gave way. He clung to the grass, trying and failing to pull himself up. "T-Toris" he whispered, "Don't take him. Don't take him." The Russian chuckled, dragging the brunet away despite how desperately Toris struggled. The Lithuanian wiggled free enough to drag his heels in the ground and reach his hand out towards Feliks.

"Feliks…" he cried close to tears, "Kocham cię. Proszę nie płacz, kochanie kochanie." (I love you. Please do not cry, my darling love). The words were said in Polish and a tear slipped down his cheek.

"Nepalikite," (Don't leave) he begged stretching out his hand; his fingers dug into the dirt as he stretched as much as he could, "Pasilikti ir būti su manimi." (Stay and be with me).

Their fingertips touched, brushing slightly, "Aš tave myliu. Kocham cię, Feliks." (I love you. I love you, Feliks). Ivan yanked Toris away just as the ground beneath his nails crumpled. He fell into a dark chasm, crying out for Toris. Then he woke up.

Now Feliks sat up in bed, shaking. His hands immediately scrambled to the left side of the bed, looking for his lover and the safety his arms provided. But he wasn't there. Panic filled every ounce of his being and he untangled himself from the bed sheets. He took off his damp clothes and put on Toris's favorite t-shirt that hung off one shoulder seductively and ended mid-thigh. Feliks fumbled in his drawer pulling out a pair of red briefs but not really paying attention as he pulled them on.

He started hyperventilating, panic and fear making it hard for him to breathe. No, Ivan couldn't have taken him! We're married w-we're supposed to… His thoughts stopped abruptly as he broke down into violent sobs. Muffling them with his hand and trying to wipe them away with the other, he stumbled down the stairs. He tried to keep his breathing under control as he looked everywhere in the house. Toris was nowhere. Ok, ok, think. Think, where haven't you looked? The blonde tried to calm himself down as his crying got worse. Backyard! That's it, the backyard! But what if he's not there, a little voice suggested, what if Ivan really did take him? You'll never see your husband, your love. What if-?

"No!" he hissed quietly, running over to the sliding glass door, "No, he can't be! He just can't!" He found the Lithuanian lounging in one of the chairs beside the pool. The blue light of the pool shimmered on his skin, making him look like a water god as he stared up at the night sky. Toris looked like a water god who longed to be up in the stars with his fellow immortal beings. Feliks sagged against the door in relief, tears silently spilling. "T-Toris…?"

The Lithuanian looked at him with glazed eyes, having to blink twice before he could actually see him. "Feliks?" he said eyes widening when he took in the tears, the quivering form and the fact that he wasn't wearing the pajamas he had first fallen asleep in, "Holy shit, Feliks-?" Toris stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening in shock and horror, "God…d-did you have that dream?"

The blonde nodded, placing a hand over his mouth as he remembered the hellish dream. No, nightmare. "I thought he took you," Feliks rasped, voice wavering, "I thought you were gone."

"Oh…oh baby…" guilt ate away at Toris's bones and he held out his arms for his husband. Only ever for Feliks.

His legs were no longer in his control and Feliks found himself running into those arms. The brunet folded him against his chest, running his hands up and down his arms to assure him that Toris was still there. "I'm sorry," Toris whispered his lips pressed against the Pole's ever, "I came out here to think. I…I…I'm sorry."

Feliks's sobs turned to whimpers and sniffles as he clung to his neck, breathing in his husband's scent. He smelled of rye and freshly cut grass. A smell so uniquely him that it was instant balm to Feliks's frazzled nerves. "You're here now," he murmured pressing their bodies close together and played with the ends of his brown hair, "That's all that, like, matters."

They sat there, Feliks curled up in his lap as he rocked the blonde gently. Toris began to rub his back and place chaste kisses on his face. On the blonde head, his forehead, his eyelids, cheek, the tip of his nose, neck and shoulder. "You're wearing my t-shirt," he pointed out tilting his head to kiss the fragile collar bone.

"T-Tak," Feliks mewled arching his neck, "It's too big but it, like, totally has your sm-smell."

Toris sucked on his love's shoulder, knowing that what he needed was the comfort their love making provided, "You like my smell?" Feliks gasped as he bit on the exposed skin, moaning and tangling his fingers in the brunet locks.

"T-Totally," he stuttered arching into the touch, "It made me, like, feel better."

Toris sucked at the younger male's chin, feeling his moan, before whispering seductively in his ear, "Well, I think you look incredibly sexy in my clothes."

Why wouldn't he kiss him already? Feliks grabbed the front of his husband's blue t-shirt, reeling him in to press their lips together. Immediately, his lips parted and his tongue surged forward. Their tongues met in a fiery fight for dominance, Feliks's hand digging into the other's scalp while his right hand cupped the side of Toris's neck. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth as Toris's hands massaged his thigh and waist. He pulled away to breathe, watching as the brunet used his tongue to flick away the strand of saliva that connected them. The Lithuanian was so beautiful, masculine and fit his lips glossy from kissing and eyes clouded with lust. He was so lucky, Feliks thought as he shifted so he was straddling the Lithuanian's lap.

"Take me," he whispered nibbling on his partner's earlobe and grinding his hips, "Udowodnij mi, że jestem twoja, moja miłości, proszę mi pokazać." (Prove to me I'm yours, my love, please show me).

Toris groaned, picking Feliks up bridal style and carrying him to their bedroom.

Toris sucked on the blonde's pert nipple, his hands squeezing the round globes of his ass. His husband lay, mewling, beneath him with his head thrown back and his knees prompt up. "Toris," he groaned fingernails digging into the other's biceps, "I-I need –ngh –you n-n-AH!" Toris bit down on the nipple in his mouth only to soothe the sting with a gentle tug of his tongue.

He pulled away, cupping his partner's cheek and giving him a long, dragged out kiss. The Lithuanian tasted his mouth, enjoying the familiar taste. Strawberries with a hint of chocolate. He didn't know how Feliks did it but he loved it. He groaned as he felt his husband hook his ankles behind his back. "Can…can you reach it…?" he panted rubbing his hands up and down the other's creamy skin. Breathlessly, the Pole nodded and reached over into their drawer for strawberry scented lube.

"To-Toris, can I, uh, sl-slick up your fingers?" Feliks asked blushing at his own forwardness.

The brunet chuckled kissing his forehead, "Of course, love."

Feliks took his three fingers into his mouth. He paid special attention to each digit, he slid his tongue around each, playing with the tips and gently nipping the pads of each. With a smirk the older male removed his fingers, sliding down to kiss Feliks's abdomen. "My, my, aren't you a dirty blonde," he teased slowly inserting one finger. The blonde mewled, pressing down because they both new it wasn't enough.

"Więcej!" (More) Feliks moaned, "Więcej, Toris, więcej!" (More, Toris, more).

He pressed a second finger in, licking up his partner's cock at the same time. Feliks chocked on a scream, his whole body arching upwards.

God, it felt so damn good! "Toris, Toris, Toris!" he chanted as he was stretched, Feliks felt complete and whole. It was so good he could've cried.

The older male licked at the underside of his cock teasingly, inserting the third and final finger. The Lithuanian pumped them slowly and shallowly, basking in the delicious sounds that his husband made. Accidnentally he brushed that special, swollen bundle of nerves; the Pole cried out, fisting one hand in his t-shirt and the other in his hair.

"Oh my GOD! There, please touch it! Baby, please," Feliks begged rocking against him.

"Žinoma, kas aš esu paneigti mano vyrą?" (Of course, who am I to deny my husband?) he said biting down on the blonde's inner thigh and sucking soothingly. He pulled out his fingers earning an indignant squeak. Toris slid up his body, placing his hands on pale knees and sucking the soft skin behind Feliks's ear. He plunged in, sucking extra hard to distract his lover from the pain.

No matter how long they had been doing it the Pole always felt a slight sting.

Toris stayed seated in Feliks, waiting to see that look of bliss come over him. As soon as he saw Feliks's jaw go slack and his eye lids fluttered closed, he began to move. They rocked together at a mild yet rough pace, placing soft kisses on each other's' faces, necks and shoulders.

"I love you, Toris," the Pole whispered against the older male's ear meeting him thrust for thrust, "Ugh! I-I have since we were-were ki-kids! Pr-AH! Promise you won't leave again!"

Toris felt tears threaten to fall. "Always, my love, I'll always stay, always yours," he managed to choke out before groaning and grasping Feliks's member.

Feliks cried out, being assaulted by so much pleasure. He screamed, tossing his head back and arching his back as the brunet hit his spot. Over and over. With a wail, he spilled his seed all over their bed and bodies.

Feeling his muscles clench, Toris gritted his teeth and with one last thrust spilled deep into his husband's body. Sweaty and sticky they crawled beneath the sheets. "I love you," the blonde whispered eyes falling shut in sleep. Toris kissed his forehead, overcome with sadness and exhaustion.

He tried not to think about his time with Ivan, all the skeletons in his closet. The hell he was put through, the mental wounds barely scabbed over. Toris couldn't tell the younger male why he always left his shirt on. He was too scared that he would be alone, that Feliks would leave him. He didn't want anyone else to bare his pain, to see the ugly evidence that remained. Toris peppered kisses on the Pole's beautiful, sleeping face whispering in his ear, "I'm yours forever, love. Forever and always."

The end.

I hope everyone liked it! Leave comments or…whatever if there's anything you especially like or things that I need to improve on!

Laters lovelies!

~kitty