Chapter 5;
This chapter is for Shadow-chan. She had this great idea for the whole sex part, and the pervert in me couldn't resist… ;) Also, I love making Alfred into a needy slut. It kinda suits him, I don't know why, but... yeah.
Also, thanks to the person who attempted to flame me big time. I particularly loved the whole part about how history probably didn't happen quite that way, but honestly? I don't give a flying fuck. Any publicity is good publicity. Not to mention that your attempts to change my ways made me laugh big time. Like, I was rolling around on my bed kinda thing. *le sigh* I love humanity.
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Satisfied that Alfred was safe, Ivan walked home in the dwindling light, hoping that he wouldn't be to late home to have a shower. When he opened the door, he found Alfred sitting on the doormat, just inside the hall.
'Well?' Alfred demanded, standing up.
'Well what?' Ivan leant forwards and pecked Alfred on the lips. 'Arthur won't touch you again. I did not hurt him, but he regrets touching you.' Ivan kissed Alfred again, pouting when Alfred pulled back before he could deepen the kiss.
'I… I just realised that I left the heater on upstairs… I'll just go get it.' Alfred smiled as best he could before dashing up the stairs as quickly as he could. Fuck! Why did he have to react this way? He placed his hands over his chest and stopped in the middle of the hall, outside Ivan's room. He had nothing to fear. He trusted Ivan, and… He growled, deep in his throat. It wasn't fair!
'Al? You alright?' Alfred jumped when he heard the voice.
'Who's there?' He called tentatively
'Al, I'm right here, you numbskull!' Matthew waved his hand in front of his twin's eyes and Alfred leapt backwards, startled. 'You alright?'
'Yeah, just being silly.' Alfred smiled and let himself into Ivan's room, heading for the shower. He should wash, and then go to sleep. In the morning, he'd be fine, know that he was safe when he woke up in Ivan's arms and he'd see how things went from there.
Well, that was the plan, wasn't it?
He grinned at himself in the mirror, but let if slide from his face. It was too fake, like Russia's smile was most of the time. Maybe something like being raped made Russia the way he was?
Alfred snorted, flicking the hot water on. It'd have to be a bloody strong nation to subdue Russia.
He shed his clothes and sighed as the hot water cascaded down in his shoulders and head when he stepped under the water. Leaning over, he picked up the bottle of shampoo from the shelf. He'd just quickly wash his hair.
Rubbing the suds through his hair, he moaned and pressed his forehead to the cold tiles when he had to include Nantucket in the washing process. He wound the lock of hair around his finger, gently tugging at it. He couldn't help it half the time. It felt so good!
Forcing himself to drop Nantucket, he rinsed his hair and attacked his skin, removing all traces of sweat and grime from his limbs, but when that was done, he leant his back against the tiles, reaching up again to tug on his haywire hair.
'Ahh, shit…' He groaned, reaching out to grip something so he wouldn't fall over. Easing himself into the corner, the American found enough support so that he wouldn't fall over if he weren't gripping something as tightly as possible.
With one hand still wound in his hair, he reached the other one down, splaying it across his stomach, rubbing knots from his muscles with his thumb. He probably shouldn't really be doing this. He couldn't remember if he locked the door or not…
'Fuck it.' Alfred ran his hand down his skin, the muscles in his leg tensing up. He hated being so ticklish sometimes. He sighed in relief when his hand wrapped around his cock, already stiff from the stimulation on Nantucket.
He was just glad that it wasn't common knowledge that Nantucket was his erogenous zone.
He flicked his thumb over the head a couple of times, before stroking himself in quick movements. Whimpers escaped his throat, and his movements became erratic, harsher, more desperate. He had no memories to aid his release, all of them too violent, too painful.
'Would you like some help there?' A cold hand softly caressing his skin accompanied the words. Too desperate to open his eyes, Alfred nodded quickly. The hand vanished from his skin, before nudging the hand on Florida away. Alfred gasped when the cold hand replaced his, its twin on his waist. The heat of the water did nothing to warm the flesh that touched his as Ivan experimented with Alfred's body.
Alfred kept stroking Nantucket as Ivan did the same to Florida. Ivan smiled and kissed Alfred's stomach, pleased by the whimpers that continued to issue from his throat. 'Fuck…' Alfred swore, giving Nantucket one last yank before reaching out blindly for Ivan.
Ivan removed his hand from Alfred's cock and took Alfred's hand instead, squeezing it quickly.
'D-don't stop please!' Alfred sounded embarrassed to say this as Ivan guided Alfred's hand to his shoulder.
'I won't.' Ivan chuckled. So that was how he could get past Alfred's nerves. Catch him in the shower or, hmm… Ivan looked up at Alfred's face. Wasn't Alfred playing with his hair a second ago?
Ivan shrugged and put his hand back on Florida, his lips and tongue shortly following. As he had expected, Alfred's hand tightened around his shoulder, almost painfully, but he didn't mind. If Ivan was correct, as he usually was, then no one had done this to Alfred before.
The Russian held Alfred's hips tightly so he couldn't buck them when Ivan took Florida into his mouth. Ivan swirled his tongue around Alfred's head, slipping his tongue under the foreskin before taking more of his needy length into his mouth, sucking gently on it.
Alfred's hand tightened on Ivan's shoulder again, and Ivan took one hand from the American's hip to take Alfred's hand instead. Alfred was probably strong enough to break the bone by accident.
Ivan took more of Florida into his mouth, his stomach clenching when it hit the back of his throat. He forced his gag reflex down, glad that he still could. He kept sucking on the length, pulling his head back a little to run his tongue up and down the flesh, teasing the slit just a little.
He was taken quite by surprise when Alfred's hand tightened around his own, and Alfred cried out, rather loudly might he add, when the American came.
Russia leant backwards, standing at the same time. He never did like that feeling. Hot, thick, liquid spattering into his mouth, usually tasting relatively bitter. He was also surprised to find that Alfred's seed didn't taste all that bitter; it was just… Alfred.
He wrinkled his nose and was about to spit everything out of his mouth and Alfred's hands, one on either side of his face, stopped him.
'Wait…' Alfred stood on his toes, relying on Ivan to support him, and caught Ivan's lips with his own. In that moment, Alfred was only aware of how cold Ivan was, but how he still throbbed with so much life and vitality, and how Ivan kind of wrapped around him. He didn't feel trapped… he felt…
…safe…
Alfred's tongue wormed into Ivan's mouth, disregarding his warm liquid, and when Ivan opened his mouth to grant access and then, fight back with his own tongue, Ivan was glad that the cum wasn't in his mouth any more.
Alfred dropped back to his normal height, breaking the kiss. They remained stationary, the warm water breaking the bridge of cum and saliva that hung between their lips.
Alfred felt slightly dazed, god; that had to be the best fucking orgasm that he'd had. Ever. 'Well,' America chuckled quietly, 'damn.'
'It's quite nice, da?' Ivan picked Alfred up, wrapping the American's legs around his waist. He mentally scolded himself as he did this. He didn't think to bring any lube now, did he?
He pressed his lips to Alfred's, glancing around as he did this. It was his house. Maybe someone had left some lying around?
Of course not. But… ah! He grinned and deepened the kiss. He could probably get away with using shampoo, or conditioner. They probably worked better than spit. Reaching out, he pushed down on the pump handle for the conditioner, rubbing the gooey yellow substance between forefinger and thumb.
'Now,' Russia murmured, 'just relax, alright?' He gave Alfred no further warning, and slid a finger into Alfred carefully. Alfred whimpered, his legs clamping tight around Ivan. 'Is that alright?' Ivan ducked his head slightly, stroking Alfred's cheek with his other hand.
Alfred opened his sapphire eyes a crack, and Ivan could see the pain in them. It wasn't now pain; it was old pain, and fright. Slowly, Alfred nodded. He had to trust Ivan. He had to stop being a wuss.
'Good,' Ivan murmured, pressing his lips to Alfred's forehead. He inserted another finger, wiggling the tips of his fingers. With a bit of luck he ought to – ah hah!
'Fuck, Ivaan!' Alfred couldn't help but whine loudly and buck his hips against Ivan's hand when the Russian's fingers nudged something inside him that made his stomach burn so nicely. Ivan brushed against it again, reaching up to twirl Nantucket between his fingers before slowly pushing his finger in and out again. Alfred's grip tightened around the Russian.
Ivan didn't stop, he just peppered kisses across America's tanned skin, waiting for him to become used to the feeling. When Ivan deemed Alfred sufficiently relaxed, he carefully inserted a second finger into Alfred, gently seeking the American's mouth to take away the sting. He winced when Alfred bit his lip roughly. He pulled back and tongued the lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood.
'D… don't be so gentle. I won't break.' Alfred let his head fall back, lust heavily clouding his words.
'If you say so,' Russia scissored his fingers, continuing to rub Nantucket as he did so. Alfred let out a throaty moan, throwing his head backwards. Russia removed his fingers from Alfred's ass and reached for the conditioner again, rubbing it in his fist to warm it quickly before rubbing it over his long-hard cock. He placed his hands on Alfred's hips, holding him still for long enough to line himself up. 'This will hurt a little.' Russia promised, nibbling at Alfred's collarbones. 'I am a little bigger than England.'
Alfred just nodded and wiggled his hips desperately. He couldn't understand himself why his attitude had suddenly turned around, but it was probably around when Ivan started fingering him.
Ivan tightened his grip on Alfred's hips, and pulled the American down as he pushed up, swearing in Russian when Alfred clenched around him, the American himself giving a loud moan and a hasty curse. Russia was bigger than England. A lot bigger. But he fit better too, it hurt less, and holymotheroffuckingGod he wanted so much more.
As if reading his mind, Russia slid out of him until only the very tip of Ivan's cock was still in him, before pushing back in.
'Ahh, fuck shit, faster, a-and harder~.' Alfred wormed his fingers around the back of Ivan's neck. Ivan was cold inside him compared to the shower water. America desperately needed some sort of friction and Ivan could give it to him.
'Patience,' Russia murmured, but he complied anyway, hunching his shoulders forward to get the leverage he needed to move faster, deeper, harder. Ivan quickly began panting with the effort, slightly hindered by the fact the America was so tightly clenched around him.
Neither of them noticed the water go cold as Ivan thrust roughly into the American, hitting Alfred's sweet spot almost in every move. 'Тесновато…' Russia groaned, reaching his hand between their bodies to find Florida. Alfred bucked and cried out under Ivan's touches, unable to keep the noises in. 'You… are rather… loud,' Ivan punctuated each word with a thrust, Alfred practically screaming as he did so.
Alfred thought he was going to melt in that moment, he could feel his orgasm fast approaching, each delicious movement on Ivan's cock sent shivers up his spine, and each tug on Florida made him squirm, creating a cycle in a way. Each time he tightened around Ivan's cock, Ivan would thrust again, moving his hand the same way, and Alfred would tighten again, and repeat.
'Fuck Ivaan!~' Alfred screamed, very heroically, as he'd remember it, (he never thought that he'd be a screamer, heroes were moaners at the most), and came hard, his fluids quickly washed away by the now cold water. 'Shit…' he panted, clinging onto Ivan tightly. The Russian continued to surge into him in short, erratic strokes, now merely seeking his own orgasm.
A few thrusts later and Ivan's grip on Alfred loosened, and Ivan smiled slightly as he felt the heady rush and then the calming, peaceful feeling and Alfred's ass milked him. After a few quiet moments, in which the two nations clung to each other, Ivan spoke up, 'Это не больно, я надеюсь.'
'English, bitch.' Alfred smiled and pulled himself up to kiss Ivan, more gentle than usual.
'Я не могу, я забыл, как это сделать.' Ivan chuckled quietly, stepping back. Alfred winced when Ivan slipped out of him and he had to support his own weight on his legs.
He pitched forwards, grabbing Ivan's arms to steady himself. 'Fuck that hurts, ugh…' he lifted one leg, stretching the muscles before doing the same with the other leg. 'You are so carrying me everywhere in the morning!' Alfred leant on the wall and stepped out of the shower, leaving Ivan standing in the cold water.
'любой.' Ivan turned the tap off and followed the American.
'Hey,' Alfred turned around, 'got any lube? I mean, we got fuck all knows how much sex to make up for, and… I kinda like it now, just a little teensy, eensy bit… just so you know.'
'Great,' Ivan muttered, glad to have finally found his English, 'I've turned you from a prude to a sex addict.' Ivan cuffed Alfred over the back of the head, 'I think Lithuania will have to bring us breakfast tomorrow, da?'
'Sorry Maria,' Matthew blushed and kissed the blonde girl again, one hand rubbing one of her breasts gently, the other more forcefully rubbing the obvious bulge in his pants, 'I... just...' He fumbled for words for a moment. 'Alfred.' He finally said firmly.
Maria just laughed and pounced on him, pushing him backwards, 'Просто заткнись i ебать мене вже.'
Well, this is the end... I know, I finished it. Sorry it's so short and not really... that... sexy. I mean, I haven't written much of this shit before. I generally focus on the emotions, rather than the actual sexy, hot and sometimes gross details. But the details are what makes it porn, so I tried. I think I wrote parts of this like, six times... ugh. It's better nao, but it wasn't before. It didn't... flow, but enough of that...
Also, vote on the poll please *hint hint* All three will involve steamy sex, in the case of the FrUK one, literally, steamy sex. *cough*le magics*cough*
Translations;
Russian
Тесновато - so tight
Это не больно, я надеюсь - that did not hurt, I hope
Я не могу, я забыл, как это сделать - I can't, I forgot how to
любой - whatever
Ukrainian
Просто заткнись i ебать мене вже - Just shut up and fuck me already