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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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