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“Smiling already? It’s only been 3 minutes.” He decided to casually comment. The German raised his brow, looking down upon him. Now, where had he seen that look before…
“Oh, Russian.” Ivan wanted to make him scream that instead of hearing him mock his voice. “You’ve always been too quick to attack.”
“I can say the same about you.”
“As I recall, I learn from my mistakes.”
“Not always, if I recall.” He openly mocked back, tongue jabbing at his cheek. “Twice now, isn‘t it, Da? Those poor men.. Abandoned by their Nation.”
“Hmm.” His jaw had tightened and the large Nation couldn’t help but purr silently to himself. A few small comments and he already had the other growling, was it honestly that easy? He watched him grip one of his pawns to the point where his fingertips were white and he gave a small lick of his lips. Germany didn’t like being teased.
“Make a move, Lud-wig.” He purred, purposely pronouncing his name wrong as he eyed him straining a smile before he let go of the pawn and strategically moved his Knight. Now that the pieces were starting to come out, Ivan could start concentrating, eyes running over his own black players, knowing he had to either build up a defense or risk losing. As he pondered over it, he found himself staring at the German more than his pieces, though. There was something quite lovely about that young Nation purposely being a prick…
“Trying to intimidate me by using your dark stare tactics?” Ludwig’s voice came out as he thumbed his Bishop, making Ivan lean back and blink, actually not aware of what he was referring to. “It’s a weak move, I have to say. You can do better than that…”
“Can I now?” He found himself replying, resting his arm on the table as his fingers played with his lips. “And how do you suggest I do?”
Ludwig let out a chuckle, and moved his Bishop up three spaces diagonally, nestling it between his pawns as he rested back in his chair to gaze at Ivan. He wanted to rip that smile from his face and use his mouth right, but he held back, instead returning the grin, making Ludwig roll his eyes.
“Your move, Russian.”
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“It’s like you’re trying to lose.” Ivan’s eyes flicked up. “Or maybe this is your best playing.. Which shows how pathetic at Chess you are.” Ludwig gripped his Bishop again but stopped, frowning instead of making his move.
“Or maybe you think you’re brilliant because everyone lets you win…” It violently shot forward and connected with a great force against his Knight, sending it to the chess board‘s surface. “And they’re just too afraid to play you properly.”
Ivan gritted his teeth and bared a smile. He wasn’t mad, not in the least. In fact, he was horny and hard as fuck at that mouthy bastard of a German. No one had dared to talk like this to him before. And here he had forgotten to point out to Ludwig that Chess happened to be one of the things that turned him on greatly, and he was doing all the moves exactly like he enjoyed. The pieces sliding across the board made his mind go to him sliding into that bastard German’s body, violently knocking him over, thrusting into him and show him who was ‘King’. He tried crossing his legs and found it didn’t work as he intended, instead forcing more pressure on his throbbing dick. Ludwig gave him a smug look, assuming he was just shifting out of discomfort at him losing, breaking under the pressure of facing him. Not in the least.
“You’re too easy.” He snorted. Ivan smiled back politely.
“If that’s what you want to think.”
“It’s what I know.” He plucked the Knight out and dropped it beside the board. “Your move, Russian.”
It went on like this for what seemed like hours, Ivan twisting in his chair as he watched Ludwig continuously knock down his pieces, his mouth watering, his cock begging to be used. He had gotten a few of Ludwig’s pieces down, but he wasn’t much interested in it, preferring to watch the German take him down, mocking him as he did, fuelling his desire. Every piece fallen got a remark from the smart-ass Nation, who would slowly grab each one after defeating it and place it in a neat row beside the board. He was sitting upright, stern, chuckling at every seemingly-feeble move Ivan made. The Russian only did it more, just to hear the insults, just to hear what exactly Ludwig thought he could do.
“Do you even know how to play Chess?” Ludwig chastised, twirling his Queen between his forefingers, now in a relaxed, lazed position in the chair, almost bored with how he was winning. Ivan was down to a Bishop and his King. He remained silent, waiting to hear the German’s next insult.
“Honestly, Russia.. This has bored me greatly.” He threw his Queen down, lining it up with his King. He moved it one space over. “Here I thought I’d actually get a challenge. Was looking forward to it, actually.”
He used his rook to corner his King even more.
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“I believe this is Checkmate.” Ludwig commented, pausing for a moment to stare into his face, taking in his defeat before he moved his Queen forward in a flash and stopped, giving his King a slight knock, the wooden piece falling to the board like a stack of bricks. Ivan felt a rush of giddiness inside his stomach he hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages as the blonde moved to get up. He lunged forward with speed and gripped the German’s hand, making him pause in his movements, eyes going down to him. Ivan didn’t let him see his eyes. Not yet, at least. Not yet…
“Russian Revolution.” He whispered it so lowly, Ludwig had to lean over to hear.
“What?”
“Russian… Revolution..” Ludwig went stiff. “King falls... And the Army takes Germany.”
“Ivan?” He tugged on his sleeve to pull away. Bad move. Ivan finally had gotten him into his trap.
He was violently thrown to the ground, yelling as he did, unable to stop the Russian as he was against him, pinning him down, nails digging into the rapid pulse on his wrists. The adorable little German started to holler below and Ivan grinned wickedly, sitting upon the German’s chest, one hand flying out to grip his throat to keep him down. He gave a wink, watching in delight as Ludwig tried to spit a curse at him, before he carefully flicked a wandering hand at his belt, groping at the prize he had been waiting for all day. Ludwig thrashed even more, eyes snapping wide as he realized what he was intending. Ivan couldn’t help but give another chuckle. Germany really was, as his friend said, cute.
“Why little Germany…” He cooed, feeling his body start thrashing underneath him, turning him on quite so, knowing his new toy was fighting back, struggling to get away. Oh, he bet if he let him free, he’d attack him in such a rage. He couldn’t help but sigh, pleased, watching the German struggling to breath under his hand, fingers lashing out to rip his flesh beneath the clothes he wore, his eyes holding an unmistakable hatred that he thought only his elder brother held within him. He gave a chuckle and squeezed harder, causing him to choke, his adam‘s apple bobbing against his palm.
“…I do enjoy how you’re fighting this, Da?” Ludwig snarled an empty curse at him, the lack of breathe preventing it from being fully spoken, no doubt. Still, how he was fighting.. It had been so long since anyone opposed him when he made a physical assault on them. He raised his head up, musing over his past and present lover’s, how they had been letting him down so. Torris and Feliks had been boring lately, just going alone with his whim like dogs, doing every command he said. Latvia always gave in, preferring to shake than fight back, and even though he enjoyed it, it got quite boring after a while. Even in the past, when Prussia was under his rule, it had gotten to the point where he just let him do as he pleased. It quite saddened him to know that he broke his toys, how he could no longer have any real fun these days. But with the German thrashing under him, begging him to just lean in closer so he could tear out his throat, Oh! He felt his giddiness return in a wave, his smile becoming genuine as he released Ludwig’s throat as a test.
“BASTARD!” Was the first words out as he tried lunging at his head, trying to take him down but failing from the visible deterrence of him sitting on his chest. Ivan gave a smile and punched him in the temple, hard, just to see if he’d do what all of them did and submit.
He did not.
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anyway, this? so hot. Loved the playing, and Russia's thoughts, and omg, can't wait for the next part <333
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He twisted so hard the sounds of his knuckles cracking filled the air between screams. Oh, he was truly a delight to watch! But, as much as Ivan was enjoying it, and he quite was, it would be no fun if he didn’t stop thrashing. He’d tire himself out and then Ivan would have no one to play with again! So, naturally, once he wrapped his scarf around his right fist, he gave Ludwig one seriously furious onslaught to the sides of his fragile skull, making sure to really knock him out of his senses when he accidentally slammed his head back against the hard tile floor. Ludwig stopped for a moment, his fingers desisting their scratches as blood began spitting out of his mouth, and he went limp against the floor. It wasn‘t what the Russian intended, but it made him stop thrashing. He was up and already looking for a substitute for his pipe, finding only water globes stuffed in plants and a drawstring from one of the back curtains as another useful tool. As he came back, he found blood clotting against Ludwig’s skull, the German twisting onto his side, blood dripping from his mouth. Ivan gave a soft sigh of unhappiness, taking his scarf and wiping Ludwig’s mouth before he gripped the Nation’s hands again, binding them together with the drawstring as he sat overtop.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you…” He whispered, petting the wound and causing Ludwig to cry out in pain. “But I just wanted to test something.”
Ludwig made a choked noise and Ivan frowned, leaning down to hear. It wasn’t a big mistake to be curious on what he was spitting out, but it had been a long time since someone fought back, and he wasn’t quite expecting Ludwig to nearly rip his ear off with his teeth, kicking against the floor hard and knocking his legs into the table to make the Chess pieces spill out everywhere. Ivan wrenched back, giving a laugh as he touched his ripped lobe and he merely just swung one of the water globes against Ludwig’s side, causing him to spit more blood and let out a howl of pain. Ivan gripped his scarf, bringing it up to his ear and for a moment, holding it over the wound, his fingers touching the ripped flesh in wonder before he let out a small laugh. He had forgotten that he could bleed too, and it was almost a friendly reminder.
“..Y-y..You B-B…Bastard…” Ludwig spat, struggling to breathe, to move. Ivan turned and their eyes met, his violet ones getting lost in the hateful blue.
“I didn’t just rip another Nation’s ear with my teeth, German.” He chuckled.
“T-This isn’t FUNNY!” He fell down on his side again, twisting on the ground as Ivan ignored his bleeding ear and forced his feet together to be tied. “Y-You B-BASTARD!”
“Oooh, keep insulting me. I enjoy it when they get nasty!” He laughed.
“F-Fuck you! T-This was all a s-stupid ploy to just abuse other Nations, wasn’t it!?” Ivan… Actually, he had no idea what he meant, and his facial expression must have shown it, for Ludwig gave a sneer. “..I-Inviting them over.. Then what, huh!? How many other have you challenged only to abuse them like this!? HUH!?”
He finally understood and he shook his head, rolling his eyes after.
“You watch too many crime shows.”
“P-Please!” He spat. “I KNOW you! Y-You’re nothing but a raping Bastard!”
“I’m really getting tired of you saying that.” He sighed and he gripped a water globe tight, bringing it down in a single sweep to shatter it against Ludwig’s hip. They were quite fragile, as it turned out and the German screamed bloody murder as his flesh was soon mutilated with the shards of glass from the globe. Ivan blinked and turned the broken globe over, watching the small bit of water pour out on the floor before he looked to see the wound. It wasn’t as bad as Ludwig was making it seem, but nonetheless, he pulled off the German’s tie and wrapped it around his mouth, forcing a makeshift gag as he sat down, stroking the bloody blonde hairs and cooing softly in his mother tongue.
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He gave him a pouting look and he broke it to laugh at the look in Ludwig’s face, how he was seething under him, occasionally jerking from the pain in his hips. Ivan just couldn’t help himself and he reached down, fingers dancing on his clothes before he slammed his palm down on the glass, sending shards into Ludwig’s skin and making him wretch and holler from behind the gag.
“Ahhh.. Ludwig… so dramatic..” He purred, stroking where the wound was, knowing he was just rubbing the shards in more. “But don’t worry, Da? I’ll take care of you… Even if you did hurt my feelings.”
He gripped his pants and started ripping them down his thighs, his underwear sliding with it to reveal smooth white skin with streaks of red running down in an erratic pattern. He had to pause, looking at where the globe had broken, seeing the sun reflect small light infractions from some of the pieces that were still visible. He gave a curious lick, his tongue twitching when it was dragged over the bloody glass and he couldn’t help but purr as he lapped up his blood, eyes flicking to see Ludwig glaring at him like he was a madman. He was not, he mentally reminded himself, but instead he was just cleaning the poor boy’s wound like any caretaker would! He was being a good host! But, then again, it was just too hard to resist grinding the remaining pieces exposed deep into his beautiful body and watch him thrash below.
“You’re so lovely, Ludwig.” He smiled, patting his ass gently as the German sobbed into his tie, muffling slews of odd curses as he did, still trying to get away from his touch. He simply dragged him back, spreading his legs wide to study the German’s sex, tilting his head in amusement as his fingers reached down to run over his sac.
“You should have started with a Sicilian Defense, Ludwig. Not the French. E5 C5, NF3 D6, D4 CXD4.” The wounded Nation looked at him bewildered and Ivan couldn’t help but laugh, pushing his fingers up against his balls and making him jerk. “I do know Chess, Ludwig. It’s obvious you do not, Da? I could simply say I let you win, but that would hurt your delicate ego, now wouldn‘t it?”
His fingers moved forward more, wiggling against the thighs that were trying to close to feel his sex, nails digging hard into the poor Nation’s balls to make him stop, prompting a howl, and he was gripping it loosely, fingers gently stroking it.
“Hmmm.. Still so big, Ludwig…” He began to jerk and his wrist felt the pressure of the German trying to deny him, whimpers coming from behind the gag as Ivan used his other hand to pry open his legs. “As I was saying, from the Endgame positions, you must have known I wasn’t trying. I could have went QG7 to KXE6. Or, since you probably don’t understand that, E7 to E6, My King taking out a pawn. Your queen would have to move a space over, but I could move into her blind spot, F6, and.. Well. Figure out the rest.”
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“Sorry.. Forget my own strength sometimes.” He definitely muttered a nasty curse at him. “Ah, Ludwig, now, be a good boy…”
He released his grip, making Ludwig let out a sigh of relief, before the gag was pulled off and Ivan’s hand was against his mouth, cutting out any curse or yell he had intended on letting out.
“Spit into my hand.” Ludwig looked at him, disgusted. Ivan rolled his eyes, annoyed, not believing that he was this stubborn! It was just turning him on more and he gave his straining dick a quick rub against the Nation’s leg for reassurance before he violently yanked Ludwig’s head back by his hair, a howl erupting out and he knew he probably ripped a few strands out. But hair grew back, Da, and this was for his good.
“I don’t own lubrication, German.” He pointed out, hand pressing against his mouth harder, feeling gritted teeth trying to rip his flesh. “So, spit or bleed, Da?”
He moved his lips about, looking like he was going to comply, so he drew his hand back, expecting him to be a good boy and obey. Instead the gob of saliva hit below Ivan’s eye instead, slowly dripping down and making him raise his brows, letting out a sigh.
“I’d rather bleed and show the world how sick you are than let you think I want this disgusting act!” The snarl came, his voice shaking from the hatred he had boiling inside. Now, the Russian didn’t quite know if he was simply going to burst from the small bit of annoyance inside, or because he was falling in love.
He bared his teeth and Ivan forced a kiss upon him, their teeth clinking together as Ludwig tried biting down on whatever came close. He had to get another water globe shattering against his thigh before he let Ivan properly kiss him, his tongue invading the sweet mouth of the angry, wretched German. The violence mixed with his barely lubricated fingers forcing into the tight hole was making him shake in anticipation, ecstatic to claim his prize. He couldn’t wait any longer, and he pulled away, licking his lips as he gazed down into the blue eyes with adoration. Oh, Germany.. How could he let him go after this?
“Well..” He stumbled in his speech, too overcome with the strange feelings in his heart as he stroked Ludwig’s cheek, avoiding his mouth, for he was trying to bite him yet again. “I think the Revolution should start, Da? Let this be a lesson for you to learn from then... Never underestimate your opponent, Ludwig. Especially in a game of Chess.”
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“Da?” Was all it took for Ivan to solidify his thought. He tossed the German on his stomach and proceeded to mount him, struggling to do so as Ludwig clenched his thighs together, resisting. One of the remaining water globes came smashing down, cracking against his skull to make him comply and it worked as he momentarily sagged against the tiles, before howling as the barely lubricated Russian thrust in. Goddamn, he was tight. Obviously, he was still the dominator in whatever relationship he was in.. Meaning it was just like Berlin so many decades ago. Ivan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around the crying Nation’s body, pulling him into a hug as he tried forcing himself in more. His sheer weight was knocking Ludwig down to a submissive position, but his muscles were still tense, his teeth snapping when Ivan drew near, clenching so tight Ivan thought he was going to prematurely come inside! But as wonderfully painful as it was, Ivan still had a fear in him that he was going to break him too soon, and he squeezed him tighter to his body, causing Ludwig to gasp in pain. He kissed the back of his neck, using his weight to force the German flat against the ground before he began to rock into him, growling lowly as he did, for it was unfortunately starting to hurt a bit.
“Relax, Ludwig..” He said it more for Ludwig’s sake than his. “Calm down… you lost.. There’s no shame.”
“F-Fuck you!” The spitting raged voice came back. He sighed and one hand again slammed the German’s temple against the ground, making him spit up blood and a curse before he leaned back and nearly unsheathed himself, feeling the Nation try squeezing on his cock. A few slams of the head stopped his defiant action and Ivan let a line of saliva drip between their bodies, giving his cock a bit of a coat before he was pushing Ludwig back against the floor, bucking into him with a harder force and purring at the friction. He was being too nice.
“A-Ahh! S…Sh.. Shiiiit… F-Fuck, Ivan… G-Get off!” He still had the nerve to say! Maybe there was a miscommunication, though. He recalled the small bit of ‘Americanisms’ that he had learned when that little wannabe-world ruler had challenged him. ‘Get Off’ could refer to him ‘Getting Off’ which.. If he remembered..
“Do you want me to come already?”
“GET OFF!”
“Well!” Ivan blinked, nuzzling Ludwig’s cheek before he pulled away when he lashed out. “I usually don’t come instantaneously-”
“GET OUT OF ME YOU RAPING BASTARD! NOOOW! AHHHH!” Ivan bit down on the nape of his neck, hard, making him screech louder and thrash, the blood flowing into his eager mouth. Normally, when he did this, it was a sign of his power and control over them, that they would be his no matter what. But this.. Was different. He wanted to mark Germany to remind him that yes, he was his, but there was a hidden motive that his brain was telling him also. Maybe as a plea for him to take the mark like he did. Ivan really did adore Ludwig. He began licking the wound as he thrust, for once feeling the German under him relaxing, his voice going from low growls of hate to a low constant moan. He still clenched every chance he could muster, still snapped if he tried to kiss him or place any affectionate marks near his collarbone, but he had gotten into a rhythm and was thrusting back, cheeks red as he did, biting his lip with such force it bled a little. Ivan gave a chuckle.
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“FUCK YOU.” He dodged the spit aimed at him and laughed before they continued to fuck in their rhythm, Ludwig struggling to keep his position, his hip obviously still bugging him. Ivan cruelly found he had to dig his nails into the wound and was met with a fury of snarls and thrashes that it only encouraged him to fuck him more, the German cries only becoming louder, echoing about the room. Ivan knew the movements that his counterpart needed to cum and he forced Ludwig flat against the tiles, slamming into his body with a force that made him howl as his bare skin painfully slid against hard stone. Back and forth he went, finding himself panting more than usual as he watched Ludwig close his eyes and try to deny the pleasure he was receiving. But Ivan would have none of that, oh no, and he quickly darted out and gripped the other’s cock, leaning down to whisper words of encouragement as he made the German cum quite violently in his hand. The shivers went up his body and OH! He had to have more! Ludwig seemed exhausted and when he Ivan spilled himself inside, he let out a noise like a kitten being abuse, only happy to have it end. Ivan gave a smile before he couldn’t count the amount of times he came into the Nation after that noise alone, the bites that he had applied to his abused body starting to bruise.
When he had undone the strings that tied him together, his hands tossing them off to the corner, he was met with Ludwig laying on the tiles, bleeding before him, sweat dripping from his forehead. He had been a good opponent, and Ivan could only give him a kiss in gratitude before a fist connected with his jaw and Ludwig attacked. His punches were weak, his technique sloppy, and it came as no surprise when Ivan used the last water globe to hit him down for good, watching him cough and vomit a small amount of fluid out, eyes connected on him full of hatred.
“Stop making me fall in love with you, Ludwig.” Was all Ivan could say, and the German let himself out, limping like a dog as he did.
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The knocking had aroused him from the nap he didn’t plan on taking. He rubbed his eyes, confused, before realizing he was in the study, a book laying open in his hands, barely read. He shook his head as a last bit of attempting to wake up, checking the time before he gripped the bottle of Vodka by the chair.
“Hold On!” He snapped, groaning, before a swig of the alcohol made him alert and ready. He dropped the book down on his desk and moved to the hall, his pipe making it’s way into his hands as he got into an offensive position. The time had said 2 am at night, and if it was who he thought, he wasn’t going to be gentle.
He opened the door and nearly dropped his pipe in shock, his only response was to blink, giving his visitor a confused look. Ludwig shoved the box of Cheese and Sausages into his arms and stepped in quite curtly, purposely hitting his shoulder as he did and knocking him back into his house. Ivan could only stare. His head was bandaged up and he still limped from the wound on his hip, but his eyes burned an anger that made the Russian go a bit weak.
“Chess.” He snapped, loosening his tie. “Da?”
“Hm?” It was Ivan’s turn to be dumbfounded.
“Chess. A rematch. Now.” He turned and grabbed the scruff of his coat, twisting it a bit in a threat, teeth bared. Ivan’s eyes lit up greatly and he threw the gift box on the lounging chair, his own hand snapping out to grip Ludwig’s throat tight.
“If I win-”
“You won’t.” His hand was now against his throat, squeezing hard in retaliation.
“We’ll see, my dear Ludwig..." He could feel himself getting hard once again. "We'll see."
"We will indeed."
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And the ending! Oh man!
I wonder who's going to get it next time~.
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+ I know NOTHING about Chess. I apologize if it's all wrong.
+ I apologize for THIS.
+ Why can I not stop writing them? Argh!
+ Yeah. Apology again.
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