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Ivan has the most amazing kisses.
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He was waiting silently in the office, hands gripping his glass of scotch, making a face at the taste, obviously unpleased. It was only 9:30am, but he had a rough night and nearly slept through his alarm, forced to hastily run to his office looking like a complete mess. He saw the look he got from one of the underlings, and the magically convinced himself a drink would help a little. He needed it after such a night with such a headache in his head. And of course, it did not.
He should have just said he was sick.
One of the foreign diplomats had dropped it at his office that morning, as a gift for helping his son in his upcoming military career. Ludwig was flattered by the gesture until he took a sip of the deceptively beautiful drink, regretting that he had not opened one of his usual brands instead, for the taste was absolutely wretched. Honestly. He wished to pour it down the drain, but he knew he would be asked about it gleefully from the Diplomat. He swallowed it down and pinched himself roughly, hoping it was just a nightmare. 9:33 am. It was not.
“Goddammit..” He muttered, possibly the first words he used that day. His head pounded for a second and he slumped back in his chair, dropping the glass onto his desk. Why on Earth did he go drinking with Prussia and his unit last night? Why didn’t he stay home and work on his clock? It was another regret to add to the list, in a list that was growing too big.
He should have called in sick.
Before he could make a decision to throw it out the window or let the sink swallow it down, there was a knock on the door that cut his thoughts out, making him forget the awful taste in his mouth. He slipped the bottle into a drawer and stood, straightening his jacket on the uniform he had grown to love, hand tracing the crisp black lines, the red armband, the details. He really did adore the uniform he once called ‘A Walking Eyesore’, back when he was naïve. He smoothed down his stomach, brushing away the wrinkles gently as he moved from his desk to respectively answer the door, making one quick pass in the mirror in case it was Himmler. He had to look absolutely impeccable if it was, for he was one of the few who was aware of his official status. And Lord knows how he’d berate him if he looked anything less than the perfect Aryan.
After a small moment of decision, he decided to leave his notorious cap off when he finally answered the door, his mouth open with a greeting, expecting his boss. He was met instead with someone else standing in his door frame. One that completely threw him off guard.
“R-Rus..s..” He couldn’t muster his name.
“Germany.” The light haired Nation smiled back at him as he stepped into his office with a small bow, brushing him aside as he wandered in. Ludwig didn’t know what to say, only gaping uselessly at him before his closed the door quickly, his voice struggling to get out. Russia was already looking about, trying to find anything of interest in his bland, but cozy office.
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“Molotov-Ribbentrop.” He stated, turning to see him before tilting his head at the objects on Ludwig’s desk, finding interest in it‘s contents. Ludwig stood by the wall, stiff, watching as the Russian made a few quick steps over to his table, plucking the one picture frame he had to turn it over to see a photo of his brother and their dogs. He let out a chuckle before Ludwig snapped from his shocked state, moving to snatch it from his wandering hands.
“Right. That. I have it right here…” The German muttered, possessively holding the frame to himself before he unlocked one of his drawers and placed the photo inside. He rustled around for a moment before he pulled out a brown envelope, holding it out at a distance for the Russian to easily take.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” He muttered, locking the drawer again. He looked up to meet Ivan giving him a curious smile as he pulled out one of the empty chairs from his desk, sitting down casually while Ludwig stood, silently gaping. He motioned him to sit down as well, but he didn’t move. Ivan rolled his eyes.
“This isn’t the great war anymore.”
“I’m well aware.”
“Then sit…” He motioned. “We’re allies, Da? Or, Ja? Sit, sit, sit…”
Ludwig didn‘t move. They were allies now, their bosses had agreed upon it and they had witnessed it themselves when they had shaken hands. But he still felt a bit uneasy with Ivan, given the circumstances. There was always something he found unsettling about him, and that could mostly be traced to his elder brother Prussia and his tales. The Russian saw right through his hesitation and shook his head with amusement, his hands coming together as his elbows rested on his desk, chin falling down on top of the gripped fingers. He gave Ludwig an innocent look and it only seemed to make him stiffen more.
He rolled his eyes and fell back against the chair, slumping in a more casual manner. Only then, when Ludwig had studied him did he sit down himself, as stiff as a rock in his own chair, his hands folded on the desk.
“There. I sat.” Ivan chuckled.
“So you did.” He tilted his head, grinning. Ludwig blushed, immediately avoiding his gaze as he shifted to try and be more authoritative. Ivan let out another chuckle.
“So… Germany.” He looked over at him, face stonic. “Looks like we’re allies now, Da?”
“…Da.” Ludwig responded back.
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He began blushing more and relaxed a bit in his chair, shrugging.
“I guess.” He muttered. Ivan gave a laugh.
“Still so shy, I see.” His ear burned and he looked away, his eyes on the bust of his leader on one of his bookshelves. “… And my, you look quite cute in that uniform.”
“..S-So, T-The Pact, Russia.” He stuttered uncomfortable, trying to point the conversation in another direction. “..A-About it..”
“It’s Ivan.” He cut in and Ludwig flushed even more.
“Y-yeah. I-Ivan. It’s just a copy of the original. You asked for two, so I gave you three copies, in case something happens on the way back to Stalingrad.”
“So diligent.” Ludwig nearly lit on fire at the Russian cooing praises. “But I guess that’s why it’s good to join you, Da? Ally?”
“Mmm.” Was all he could come up with to respond with, his head pounding more as he burned holes into the bust on the bookshelf. He began to mutter his National Anthem when the sound of the chair moving brought him back. He turned only to see the Russian already beside his desk, his hand coming out, hanging in the air. Ludwig blinked and stared at the open hand, not sure on what to do. Ivan gave him a confused look before it fell back to his side.
“..Hm. I thought wrong.” He muttered to himself. “I guess you prefer to seal an alliance like the French, right?”
“…Huh?” He didn’t understand what he was talking about.
“Very well!” Ludwig was hauled out of his chair unwillingly, forced to stand up against the Russian before Ivan slapped his shoulders roughly, making him jump before he was hauled into a hug. Now he was just plain confused, stiff in the arms or the large Russian, wondering if he should embrace him back when he was abruptly he was pushed out and both cheeks received a soft kiss in thanks. His jaw dropping in shock , unable to comprehend such a move by this Nation, when his mouth was closed with the Russian’s, sealing his thoughts in his mind, making him stiffen even more. He stood there against him, eyes still open as he felt the Nation’s lips move against his own. They parted slightly and he felt his body tingle with something warm as their saliva momentarily mixed before Ivan pulled away.
“Da! Nice to Ally with you, Germany! Now I must be off.” Ivan laughed happily and patted his shoulder hard before he turned to leave. Ludwig, still dazed, desperately grabbed his scarf, not really aware of what he was doing, but it made the Russian stop, and that was a start.
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“…What…” He muttered, confused. Ivan titled his head in faux confusion as well.
“You did not take my hand to shake it To say we are allies. So, we sealed it with a friendly kiss, Da?” Ludwig slowly blinked.
“You do that with all the Nations?” He remarked, now licking his lips, tasting the Russian still on them, their sealed ‘Alliance’ as he called it.
“Nope. Only to the ones I like.” Ivan grinned back. Ludwig raised a brow, his mind slowly coming back. Did he do that deliberately? The look on his face and the tingle lingering in his stomach overrode his mind piecing together logic, and he found himself speaking without even realizing it.
“What do you do to your Allies then, Russian.”
“…Oh.. Something better.” He shrugged. Ludwig’s cheeks burned in anticipation. “..You want to see.. Dear Germany?”
There was a moment of hesitation, but Ludwig was curious. He straightened himself out, becoming as dignified as possible before he gave the Russian a look like he was an idiot.
“I am your ally.” Ivan grinned wickedly.
Why was he getting turned on by this? It didn’t matter now, as he was being swept into the Russian’s grip, Ivan holding him tight against his body, tilting down for a kiss. Ludwig moved his head forward, expecting Ivan to plant one on him, but never got any contact. Instead, he felt the small heat of breath that he was expelling, their lips so close to touching, but when he moved, Ivan pulled away. It was a bit maddening at first, but then Ludwig found himself enjoying how he was being teased, grinning every time he tried to capture the Russian’s lips with his own, but unable to. He was making him fight for a kiss, maybe making sure he wasn’t faking interest? Who knows. He dug his fingers into the Nation’s side, becoming a bit playful to match the Russian‘s tricks.
“Stop being a prick.” He let out a small laugh, trying unsuccessfully once again to get the Russian to kiss him. Ivan raised his brows up, knowing perfectly well what he was doing, but still avoided the invitation. He merely gazed lazily into the German’s eyes, flicking them down a few times to see where the German’s mouth was before his grip tightened and he forced their bodies together, getting a grunt from Ludwig. His fingers massaged the small of his back and Ludwig found himself raising himself a up a bit, turning his head for a second to see where that wandering hand was going. Ivan let out a chuckle.
“You’re so easy to play with.”
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He clung to the Russian as he was completely dominated, that tongue twisting over his, the lack of breath he was experiencing now enjoyable. Ludwig didn't know if he was passing out simply from the lack of air or from the pleasure he was receiving; maybe just a combination of both factors, but he began to claw at Ivan's back and the Russian released his swollen lips, prompting a harsh gasp from him before his mouth was enveloped again, his knees giving way so he fell on his ass, the Russian towering over him, forcing their kiss to become deeper. His leg moved forward to steady himself and it came to rest between the German's legs, who took no time to start to rub against it shamelessly, arching up, drunk on his ally. Ivan released to let out a chuckle, his eyes fixed on Ludwig, who was panting, licking his wet lips, clearly in a state of utter desire.
"You're quite easy to tame, Germany." He smoothed down his hair and Ludwig bit his lip, blushing. It wasn't his fault. There was just something incredible about the way he kissed. Ivan's mouth started to move, obviously kindly mocking him but he didn't want to hear anything. Not because they were insults, he couldn’t care less, but because he just wanted more of those damn kisses. He wanted him to shut up and shove his tongue back down his throat. And him speaking was preventing that. Badly.
A few more words and Ludwig bolted up, crushing his lips against Ivan’s, whining like a young pup in heat as he did. The Russian remained still and let the German try and force his lips open with his weak tongue, letting him struggle to get him to open before he launched them backwards and Ludwig’s head hit the floor roughly, making him yell. His open jaw let Ivan close in and he felt like he was drowning again, the power he was asserting on him so intense that he went slack in his arms, letting Ivan roughly abuse his mouth, pulling at his tongue with his teeth before the thick flesh violated every corner of his mouth.
He couldn’t help but arch against him and be rewarded with the Russian as equally hard pressing back, their hips rolling as Ludwig now struggled to breathe. A small break in the kiss and Ludwig gasped as his legs were spread wider, Ivan’s cold hand ripping the buttons on his uniform off and diving under his shirt to drag his nails over his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles that shuddered under his touch. He was about to say something, but Ludwig couldn’t let him. He didn’t want to hear him talk. It would distract his mouth from giving him more of those sweet kisses, so he tried to force him to let their mouths connect once more. Ivan pulled his head away and avoided the younger Nation’s objective.
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“R-Russia…” Ludwig begged, but he didn’t get his lips for a reward. Instead, the Russian’s cold fingers pushed their way in, rubbing against his tongue and teeth. He let out a whine, but sucked greedily on them as Ivan used his free hand to rip the strap off his belt and tear the buttons holding his uniform together. He roughly broke a few buttons off, brushing the tie away before he pulled his fingers away from the hot mouth they were in so he could focus on getting the clothes off right. Ludwig let out a cry in disappointment when his belt was finally undone and tossed to the side, clattering against the rug and disappearing somewhere by his desk. With it out of the way, Ivan was free to rip his shirt open and expose his pale white chest to him, forcing the uniform halfway off his body before his paused to look at the German spread below him. Ludwig’s chest was heaving, his eyes half-lidded, his nipples stiffening to the air. He moaned when Ivan licked his lips and watched his hand grip the edge of his pants, one playing with the strings that held himself in. He played with them gently, making Ludwig whimper and buck before he leaned over and gave his collarbone a wet, hot kiss. Ludwig honestly felt like he was going to cum just from that and he squirmed below his mouth.
“There is something else I do with my Allies…Something only we share..” He casually commented, raising himself back up to gaze down at Ludwig spread in front of him. The hand at the edge of his pants went up to rustle his perfectly combed hair, pulling at the strands to let them come undone from their shape. Ludwig tossed his head a bit, panting still as he nuzzled the Russian’s hand, letting him destroy an hour’s worth of grooming. He didn’t care, as long as he got those kisses and the pressure in his loins released. The Russian seemed to read his mind and he pulled the strings with a skilful hand, exposing the dark garment he wore beneath. Ivan grinned and focused his efforts on pulling Ludwig’s pants down, past his knees to his ankles, taking a moment to pull off his boots while the German withered, waiting. He got a reward, Ivan’s hand came up and palmed the bulge in his shorts, Ludwig responding with a buck, panting harder, strands of hair now covering his eyes. Ivan looked down and could only smile, watching the German Nation rub himself against his hand like a young virgin.
“My, my. Eager...”
“R-Russia…” He licked his drying lips more. “…M-more…A-All….”
“Hmm?”
“Ally… Y-You’re my ally, Da?” Ivan rubbed harder when he spoke the small Russian word.
“Da.”
“B-Bitte..” He bit at the collar of his uniform, bucking more against his hand. “…H..Haaa… Bitte.. Bitte.. Bitte!”
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“PLEASE!”
Ivan couldn’t help but grin madly at the Nation below. Ludwig caught his gaze and decided to entice him more, arching his back and spreading his legs wide. He knew what Ivan was referring to, most Nations had a ritual they did when they became Allies. He wasn’t naïve. But Ivan was taking his sweet time, and Ludwig’s mouth was dry and screaming for the Russian to kiss him. He wanted them to seal their Alliance fast, otherwise he was possibly going to self-implode and die. He decided just to be blunt, for the sake of both of them.
“Fuck me? Fuuuck me! fuck meee, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” He began chanting, his hand lashing out of grip Ivan’s hand over his cock, rubbing against it harder. “…C‘monnn.. Fuck meee…”
His hand was knocked off and the Russian gripped the small piece of clothing, pulling it down roughly to his knees, exposing the German completely. Ludwig was reaching back down to self-pleasure himself when his wrist were caught and Ivan twisted them slightly, making him cry. He crawled up his body and sat down on his stomach, still holding the German’s hands tight in his grip before took them into a gentler grasp, moving to place them on the ties of his coat.
“Undress me, Ludwig.” He did like an eager child. Trying to lean up, but finding it hard with a 200 pound man on his stomach, he ripped at the buttons as best he could, sloppily pulling the fabric away to expose the Russian’s chest. His own fingers hit the warm skin and he scratched his nails down it, leaving red marks and causing the Russian to grunt and lean over enough for the Nation below to grip his neck. One manoeuvre and he was swallowing the Russian’s noise of displeasure, once again trying to get him to engage in kiss him madly like he did before. Ivan chuckled, sending shivers down his spine and he slammed his body back to the ground, their lips meeting harshly as the German got his wish. They broke for Ivan to suck on his fingers a bit, momentarily pushing them into the German’s hot mouth, before they were against each other again, the slick hand moving to force Ludwig’s hips up and give him access to the sweet hole he had hidden. Ludwig tried arching when he felt the Russian roughly preparing him, but it was useless against the body weight he had on top. He could only whimper in pleasure and try begging commands between breaths, none which were successful.
He decided to retaliate by squirming a hand between them and roughly jerking off his Russian counterpart. Ivan seemed pleased at his work.
“I.. Knew you were a perfect ally for me..” He huffed, bucking into his hand as Ludwig’s fingers teased his slit.
“..D-Da..” Ludwig responded, becoming dizzy at the kiss that followed that remark.
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“…W-what.. T-Tell me, Russia…”
“Hm?” He looked up from his actions, spitting a bit more into his hand before he raised himself up, his cock in a perfect position. Ludwig’s thighs were starting to shake, the anticipation was obviously killing him. He clawed at Ivan, getting a bit angry.
“T-Tell me what I’m supposed to know!” He growled. His mouth was becoming dry again. Damn, he felt like a needy slut, but he didn’t care. Not at the moment.
“Oh. THAT.” He shrugged. “Just, you really are cute.”
He blinked, confused at such a statement, gazing into the violet eyes when Ivan smiled a devil’s grin, thrusting in with such force, Ludwig’s legs kicked out and the sound of seams ripping from his clothing could be heard. He opened his mouth to scream but Ivan caught it in his throat, kissing him hard as he began their ‘Alliance’. Ludwig thrashed below him, not used to a Nation so big inside him, but he willed himself to calm down, Ivan’s kissing helping a lot, and he found himself half wrapping a leg around his waist, hands clawing at his forearms. It felt good. No. It honestly felt GREAT. Like he was suffocating from having such a cock inside him, his lungs being pressed against his ribs in an insanely good way. Ludwig let out a moan and he heard a laugh get returned.
Each thrust, Each POUND into his body made his mind cry in delight, his back arch with the sensations as he rode the Russian hard, spreading his legs wider, reaching down between his legs to feel where they were connected and purring at the wet strokes. His head fell back and he bucked like an animal, voice crying out words of nonsense before that mouth, that sweet mouth, covered it again and his arms were latched around his neck, completely submitting to his new lover. He was drunk on the feeling, the wonderful sensations running through his body, the way that damn Russian was just so BIG, his scent, his kisses, his power, his everything! He wanted to drown in it and Ivan knew. He released the kiss to only have the German crush their lips together again, determined. He wanted to drown in it so bad.
Ludwig broke to cry out as he felt teeth sink into his neck, ripping his flesh. It sent him into a thrashing, bucking rage and he kicked out underneath, his legs struggling to stay wrapped around the Russian‘s waist. He was already beginning to lose it and the Nation above knew. He coated his ear in a hot kiss and saliva, purring Russian into it for a moment before he began to speak so Ludwig could understand.
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“R-Russia! RUSSIA!”
“My name, Ludwig.”
“I-Ivan! IVAN! Ivannnnn! AHH! IVVAAAAAN!!” He was ripping at the heavy jacket, trying to force the Russian in him more, even though that was impossible. He could already feel his counterpart’s balls slapping against his skin.
“K-kisses! Kiss! More kisses! I-I need more!” He whined. “Oh P-PLEASE! Kiss me, Ivaaaan!”
His begs got a smile to be painted on the Russian’s lips and he was soon drowning once more, unable to tell up from down, left or right, just pure pleasure before that cock knocked against the spot that caused stars bursting in his vision. He didn’t know what he was saying, but Ivan rocked harder against it, thrusting hard until the stars burst in his mind and he released with a wail that was swallowed by a kiss. His body couldn’t stop jerking, mind screaming with relief as he thrashed under the Russian, briefly jerking in pain when Ivan thrust in a bit past the hilt and came deep within his body, making him spill out mewls and strange words from his lips. He couldn’t tell his hips to stop bucking against his ally until the Russian started to pull out and he gripped his waist hard to stop him. Digging his nails deep into the soft, sensitive skin and getting Ludwig to cry more nonsense. Ivan gave his thigh a sharp slap and he started to comply, slowly unclenching to let him get out. He shivered as his vision finally focused on Ivan pulling out, bits of cum drip off his large cock, his hips unconsciously bucking a bit under the grip for more. The Russian looked down at him, completely amused at how.. Improper he was being. He didn’t care. Not after that.
“K-Kiss me.” He begged again, finding his voice. “M-m.. more… k-kiss me more, I-Ivan..” He was completely drunk on him.
Ivan grinned again, a bit of teeth showing before he reached down and harshly slapped his hand on his stomach, rubbing at the fluid he had spilled onto himself. Ludwig whined, his knees bending slightly before he got his wish, the Russian had leaned over and their lips were together once again. Ludwig could hear his logical mind coming back, softly asking him what the hell he was doing when Ivan pulled away, making him shove it away from his current thoughts. He watched him, disappointed, and the Russian shrugged, wiping his cock with the end of his shirt before he zipped up and buttoned his jacket. Ludwig made no attempt to move or cover himself, but let out a whimper of disappointment.
“I have a meeting with my boss.” He remarked softly, making the German tilt his head. Ivan noticed and he flashed a grin, one that should have made him cower, but instead had him lean up in anticipation.
“We shall do this again sometime, Da?” His voice was once again filled in a sing-song tone and he was soon exiting from the door, leaving the SS Officer Nation alone.
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He fell back to lay on the rug, licking his lips desperately to take in those kisses. He reached between his legs and winced when his fingers withdrew. The cum was slightly tinted pink. He looked about before licking it out of curiosity, knowing if his boss saw him now, he’d be getting remanded badly for it. It tasted like he was drowning again and he slumped on the floor, closing his eyes, feeling his cock rising to attention again. He had to satisfy himself before he staggered out from the mess that once was his office, his thoughts on the Russian, how pleased he was his new ally.
As he staggered out, he ran smack-dab into the last person he wanted to see. His uniform was a mess, he hair had knots in it. He was slumped over, reeking of sex, his lips swollen and red. The SS Reichsfuhrer turned to stare at his Nation, his eyes flashing angrily and Ludwig chewed his cheek in panic.
“Deutschland.” His voice was colder than the shower he needed.
He should have called in sick.
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Note: I used 'Russia' here, even though they were technically the Soviet Union. But 'The soviet union stroked his cheek' just sounds weird to me.
Note 2: I had way too much fun with this. OTL
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For, like, the next three days.
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RUSSIA! VISIT ME NOW, PLEASE!!!
This was everything I wanted. First, the kisses. Then the uniform, Germany's thoughts. And I love him succumbing to his needs like a dirty, little slut.
The end, simply perfect!
And, oh, HAH, Himmler! I can just picture his displeased expression.
In short: I LOVE YOU! MARRY ME!!!
*walks off to have a wank*
You just cured my pissy mood. For that, I shall love you forever!
Recaptcha: all doggier
OHO!
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Good job!
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♥
Loved it.
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But other than that, this was amazing. I just love how needy and slutty Germany is. ;D
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"Great to be trading with you" Just made me think of prostitution. -pauses- Then again..
Ah, well. "This is a work of fiction and should not be taken literally. Consult your local library for better facts/Accurate and do not take this as truth."
/Disclaimer.
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