A Favor (Part 2)
anonymous
September 7 2009, 09:01:33 UTC
Ivan was the first to show up. He acted kind enough, but Ludwig knew by now that it was just his usual façade.
In fact, it was surprising how much Alfred had acted like Ivan when they had met the day before. The man had put a cheerful act on when things where going his way, but when they weren’t, he had turned vindictive very quickly. Perhaps the Cold War had taken its toll on him.
Ludwig shook his head, realizing that he was being ridiculous. Alfred had turned serious simply because he had the audacity to try and refuse to help him out. He had been selfish and offensive, and what Alfred said was true.
“The rebel seems to be quite late, da?” Ivan said, knocking Ludwig out of his thoughts. “The boy had no sense of punctuality, or organization-”
“Hey, I was the one who got this set up, so don’t act like being a few minutes late says anything about my ability to get things done.” Alfred’s voice rang from the opposite side of the room, having just walked in.
“If only you’d give me more of a challenge when it comes to space technology, I’d be more inclined to agree with you,” Ivan said simply.
Ludwig thought for a moment that it was ridiculous for them to be fighting about such a thing at the moment, until he saw the predatory look in Alfred’s eyes due to the insult.
This was foreplay for them.
Ivan laughed at him, and stood up. He thought that the Russian would surely walk towards Alfred, but instead walked over to him. He suddenly remembered what his role was in this. Not an observer, but a silent participant.
Ivan’s lips brushed over his, and he glanced at the American once before deepening the kiss, pushing off Ludwig’s coat, disposing of his shirt-
Alfred groaned from the side, and Ludwig had the feeling that the American desperately wished to be in his place.
Ivan took off his scarf, before giving him a devious smile, and wrapping it around his neck. Before he could respond, the scarf was tightened around his neck, until a gasping sound came out of his mouth, hungry for air.
“Such a stubborn child you are,” Ivan said, looking over at Alfred. “I can take care of stubborn children like you. They just need to be put in their,” He tightened the scarf further, “place!”
Ludwig had to keep himself from tugging the scarf loose, remembering Alfred’s demand that he not resist. Looking over at the American, he noticed the unmistakable erection.
He wanted this. Ludwig stifled a groan at the hungry look in his eyes.
Ivan noticed too, and smiled triumphantly, finally loosening the scarf. Ludwig gasped for air, relieved that the Russian had not intended to deprive him of air for long.
“You seem to have enjoyed that,” Ivan said. It took Ludwig a moment to realize that he was talking to him. He had become aroused, although it was not because of the scarf, but Alfred’s reaction.
It was clear that the Russian’s words were really directed at Alfred as well as him. Alfred’s cheeks burned with rage, before walking over to Ludwig.
“Is this all you know, Ivan? How to torture people until they submit to you?” He pressed his hand to Ludwig’s erection, using his other hand to pull down his slacks. “Has anyone you’ve fucked ever actually wanted you to do it?”
Ivan silently watched as Alfred stroked Ludwig’s erection, his smile growing. Ludwig couldn’t help groaning in pleasure, his cheeks burning red.
“Despite what you may think, Alfred. I can deal out rewards as well as punishments. Besides, I can think of someone who would desperately want it,” he said softly, looking straight at Alfred.
Alfred nipped at his neck, earning a shocked gasp. “You know what I think, Ivan? I think that you don’t give a shit about other people, you just want them to do what you want.”
Suddenly the kisses went from his neck to his chest, then to his navel. He took a sharp intake of breath, realizing that Alfred was about to perform fellatio on him.
A Favor (Part 3)
anonymous
September 7 2009, 09:02:57 UTC
Ivan stepped closer, breathing heavily. He wanted to see this, to imagine that it was him Alfred was doing it to. And as Alfred’s lips wrapped around the head, it wasn’t him that he was looking at, but at Ivan. He wanted to tease Ivan, to give him the fantasy of having Alfred submit to him.
Ivan lined up behind him, using his thumb to circle his nipple. His erection was pressed hard against Ludwig’s back. It was almost too much, to have Alfred sucking him, head bobbing up and down, and to have Ivan behind him pressing against him as well. Ivan licked the shell of his ear, before looking back down to the American kneeling on the ground.
“There’s no doubt that you enjoy pleasing others, Alfred,” Ivan said with a hint of a laugh. “So noble, da?”
Then Ludwig felt Ivan’s hand come down over him. Then he realized that Ivan was grabbing Alfred’s hair, pushing him to move at a faster pace. Ludwig head fell back, against the Russian’s shoulder.
“Such a noble little slut,” Ivan murmured, his voice low. His erection kept on thrusting against his back, and Ludwig bemusedly noted that Ivan was probably situating himself to close to him as to pretend that he was the one being sucked.
Alfred abruptly stopped, pulling away as Ivan’s hand reluctantly loosened from his hair. “I may like to help people, but I’m no pushover,” Alfred said huskily. “I always expect people to return the favor.”
Ludwig knew what this was. Alfred had purposely given Ivan the fantasy of him being submissive (although Ludwig also thought it obvious that it was Alfred’s fantasy as well). But to remind him that he wasn’t his plaything, Alfred was reminding Ivan that he could be aggressive and dominant as well.
It was sexual, but it was also a statement that could apply to politics. America could be just as aggressive as the infamously brutal Russia.
As he considered the implications, Alfred softly pushed him back, laying him down. He took out his erection and pressed it to his lips. Ludwig obediently opened his mouth and took in as much as he could, trying not to make any noise. Alfred groaned softly, thrusting in and out.
Suddenly, he felt a large hand around his erection as well. Alfred gasped as his mouth moaned around his cock, surprised by the sudden action.
He couldn’t see what Ivan was doing, but noticed that Alfred was looking over in his direction with intensity, his breath quickening.
Alfred, looking over at Ivan, began to thrust further down his throat. He began to panic, giving a muffled whine. When he gagged slightly, he heard Ivan laugh, saying, “I didn’t know you had it in you, Alfred.”
After a few moments he felt Ivan abruptly stop jerking him off. Soon after, Alfred pulled out, although he looked more excited than ever. He soon realized why when Ivan pulled him up, pressing two fingers to his lips. He swallowed them without complaint, coating them with saliva.
Alfred grabbed his sides from behind and pushed him over, as he settled on all fours. Ivan adjusted his position by moving his hips, and pressed his wet fingers lightly against his entrance.
Alfred clutched Ludwig’s shoulder. It was not for support, but an impulsive action in anticipation.
Ivan finally pressed his two fingers into his entrance, and he let out a strangled gasp. He felt his head and torso drop to the ground, giving him a more seductive pose as his behind rose further in the air. Alfred began to pet his hair lightly, another jittery and impulsive action as his eyes were trained on Ivan.
He let out his cries to silence, being given no response or words of support. He found himself pretending that Alfred instinctively petting his head was a form of comfort, even though he knew that it wasn’t.
A Favor (Part 4)
anonymous
September 7 2009, 09:03:41 UTC
It slowly became more bearable, his saliva serving as a lubricant. He began to trust back into the fingers, and Russia pulled out, chuckling when Ludwig ended up desperately trusting back into nothing.
“I think he’s ready, don’t you?” Ivan said, grabbing Ludwig’s sides and lifting him up. He was seated on top of Ivan, his erection pressing against his back.
Alfred smiled, saying, “Are you taking him all for yourself, Ivan? How uncommon for a communist.”
“Actually, Alfred, you’re more than welcome to share.” Ivan said, smiling in return. “Unless your American pride will stop you from a simple act of sharing, labeling it as something communist.”
Alfred glared back, simply responding with, “It isn’t just communists who know how to share, Ivan.”
“Ah, then you will join me, da?” Ivan asked.
Alfred didn’t respond, but moved over to where Ivan and Ludwig where. Ivan spread out Ludwig’s legs, setting them outside of his own. He grabbed both of Ludwig’s hips raising him directly above his erection and then slowing pressing him down on it.
He bit his lip, trying not to shriek. Ivan was big, bigger than what he had prepared him for. Alfred, in front of him, was closely watching Ivan push his dick into him. He inhaled sharply as Ludwig finally let out a hoarse yell, no doubt imagining it inside of himself.
He tried to clutch at anything that could take his mind off of the pain. He tried grabbing at the floor, but he was unable to dig his nails into the wooden surface. Finally he desperately grabbed Alfred, clutching at him as a distraction.
This time, Alfred did pay attention to him. But instead of comforting his with light touches and soft kisses, he roughly kissed him, invading his mouth, and harshly grabbed his cock, unafraid to squeeze it tightly.
The usually helpful and cheerful nation was intoxicated with the thrill of the battle, of the conflict between himself and Ivan. It was obvious by now that Alfred’s personality took a darker turn whenever it came to the other man. He was obsessed with the Cold War, the war against communism, and Ivan himself.
Ivan looked at Alfred as a trophy to be won, perhaps the prize trophy in the collection that he dreamed of. The collection of nations which he could win superiority over, and turn to communism.
Both countries knew what the other wanted, and they teased each other mercilessly with the possibility.
Ivan’s thrusts became less painful, and he thrusted back and forth between Ivan’s cock and Alfred’s hand, groaning loudly.
Ivan began to thrust faster and deeper, digging his nails into Ludwig’s hips. At the same time, Alfred’s rough kisses turned to teeth biting at his lips.
“He’s ready for you,” Ivan growled huskily. Alfred then pressed his fingers to Ludwig’s lips, and again he obediently sucked on them, noting with faint horror that the blood from the tears in his lips mixed in with the saliva.
Alfred noticed as well, and glanced at him for a moment, seeming almost regretful. But it only lasted for a moment, as a distinct groan belonging to Ivan rang through the air, and his attention was focused again on him instead.
When Alfred’s index and middle fingers pressed against his entrance, it also pressed against Ivan’s sac, making the Russian groan softly. He supposed that the sensation of Alfred’s fingers pushing in and sliding up against Ivan’s cock would also have been quite pleasurable, but he didn’t notice the reaction, as a sense of panic rushed through him when Alfred’s fingers pushed in, painfully stretching him even further.
He moaned desperately, trying to push Alfred’s fingers out of him. Ivan, noticing the contraction of muscles, clutched his hips painfully tight and pushed him further down. He felt Alfred stop pushing in for a moment, and it seemed as if he might stop. He looked over at Ivan slowly.
Then mere seconds later, he continued, pushing further in.
Ludwig, even as he thrashed around wildly, knew what had happened. Alfred couldn’t afford to look weak in front of Ivan, and he had to prove that he could be as powerful, as dominant as Ivan. An irony, since he also played up his submissive side to tease Ivan. But in this moment, he had to show confidence and power.
A Favor (Part 5)
anonymous
September 7 2009, 09:05:02 UTC
Ludwig let himself fall against Ivan’s body, feeling exhausted. Ivan had been nice enough to stop his trusts as Alfred pushed further in. Or perhaps he wanted to stay still to feel Alfred’s fingers lined up against his cock more easily.
Ivan’s hand wrapped around his chest, and he had to admit that it was very relaxing. He eased against the body behind him, until he could hardly feel any pain from his entrance being stretched.
“Do it now,” Ivan murmured, setting Ludwig and himself further back so that Alfred could enter more easily. “He can take it, do it.”
Alfred settled himself at Ludwig’s entrance, and Ludwig felt himself begin to panic again. Ivan could sense it, and pressed his body tight against him, giving him a soft, “Shhh.”
Looking straight at Ivan with a determined glare, Alfred quickly pushed the head in.
In that moment, Ludwig let out a loud shriek, his body shaking. He mouthed words like “don’t” and “stop”, but didn’t say them, knowing that it wouldn’t do any good. Alfred might stop, but then Ivan would think of him as weak. And it would be his fault, he would have failed in what he was supposed to do, which was stay silent and follow orders.
And he had agreed to help him (both of them). He had promised that he would help, and he couldn’t back out. Alfred would think that he had never changed since the war, that he couldn’t do anything but act in his own interest.
He slowly relaxed his muscles, letting Alfred push further in as pain overtook his body. He panted loudly, tossing his head around as a distraction from the pain. At the same time, both Alfred and Ivan groaned in ecstasy at the sensation of their cocks pressing against one another. Alfred pushed in as far as her could, his sac settling slightly below Ivan’s.
Ivan let the way, pushing out. Alfred followed suit. Then they both pushed back in at the same time, making Ludwig cry out in pain. The second time they did it, he stifled his cries, determined to make it through.
With each thrust it became easier to make less noise, until he was able to remain silent, although his body still shook in pain. Only Ivan and Alfred’s moans reaching his ears.
Then in one thrust, he let out a long gasp before he could stop himself. Then he instinctively pushed himself back down to meet their thrust, his erection burning for attention again.
He leaned away from Ivan, towards Alfred. Eager for friction, he desperately rubbed his cock against Alfred’s stomach.
Alfred wrapped his arm around Ludwig’s, pressing him closer. It was the most affection he could give, too caught up in fucking him alongside Ivan to pay him much attention.
Ivan began to thrust faster, ruining the synchronized movement he and Alfred had, Ludwig moaned and pressed his head against Alfred’s shoulder, thrusting back to meet Ivan’s deep thrusts before Ivan ejaculated deep inside him.
He slowly pulled out, and Alfred was left alone to fuck him. Rubbing his cock up against Alfred’s stomach, Ludwig climaxed fairly quickly, making sure to pull back so that he only made a mess on himself.
A Favor (Part 6)
anonymous
September 7 2009, 09:05:45 UTC
He expected Alfred to continue fucking him until he came, but instead the American pulled out and began to jerk himself off. Ivan moved close to him, and it was obvious that the Russian wanted nothing more than to make him climax by his own hands, but he stayed still, watching Alfred closely until he came with a sharp intake of breath.
And like that, it was done. Both of them stood up straightened themselves out, Ivan walking over to grab the scarf that had been discarded earlier and Alfred awkwardly pulling his slacks back up.
Neither of them said a word to him. Not that he expected them to. They undoubtedly knew that he was now extremely aware of the nature of their destructive relationship, and they would rather simply not address that fact.
He heard a door slam shut, and he looked up to see that only Alfred was there left. He was looking over at the door, probably thinking about Ivan and what they had just done
Alfred walked over to the sink, far across the room and into the kitchen, and came back with a rag. He leaned down to clean up the mess he had left on the floor. Then he walked up to him, kneeling and gently rubbing his stomach with the other side of the cloth, cleaning up the cum. He felt too tired to move or react.
For a moment, Alfred looked as if he was about to say something to him. Then he shook his head and gave Ludwig a weak smile. He simply turned and left after that.
The next day, when all of the nations were meeting, he couldn’t stop thinking of what had happened each time he saw Alfred or Ivan. Upon seeing Ivan’s polite smile, he thought of the man choking him with a scarf, encouraging Alfred to continue stretching him when he was in pain.
And when he saw Alfred’s cheerful face and positive demeanor, he couldn’t stop thinking of him forcing his erection down his throat to impress Ivan, and biting his lips until they bled.
But then he would force those thoughts away, remembering that he had agreed to it all. He had done so many bad things, and he deserved everything. If Ivan had choked him to death in those first minutes, it wouldn’t have been anything he didn’t deserve.
So he pushed all negative thoughts away. He only hoped that he might one day prove himself to not be a terrible person.
Thanks you! I'm glad you liked it, I was worried that in particular Alfred would seem OOC. But I always thought that Cold War!Alfred would be a little more dark, anyway.
Re: A Favor (Part 6)
anonymous
September 9 2009, 23:17:43 UTC
Oh god. That was so incredibly hot. You did such a fantastic job with request, authoranon. I'm going to go, like, pass out from the sheer awesome sexiness of this.
Re: A Favor (Part 6)
anonymous
October 18 2010, 18:20:41 UTC
Holy Mother of God, that was...without a doubt, the sexiest, most fucked up thing in the meme. I am terribly ashamed of how painfully aroused it left me. Unf. And incredibly frustrated, as frustrated as all the characters, but especially Russia and America, came across. Wow. Please, tell me if you've ever written anything more for this (verse, or meme in general), because I want to stalk you and wrap you in the scarf of the Motherland and take you home and call you George
In fact, it was surprising how much Alfred had acted like Ivan when they had met the day before. The man had put a cheerful act on when things where going his way, but when they weren’t, he had turned vindictive very quickly. Perhaps the Cold War had taken its toll on him.
Ludwig shook his head, realizing that he was being ridiculous. Alfred had turned serious simply because he had the audacity to try and refuse to help him out. He had been selfish and offensive, and what Alfred said was true.
“The rebel seems to be quite late, da?” Ivan said, knocking Ludwig out of his thoughts. “The boy had no sense of punctuality, or organization-”
“Hey, I was the one who got this set up, so don’t act like being a few minutes late says anything about my ability to get things done.” Alfred’s voice rang from the opposite side of the room, having just walked in.
“If only you’d give me more of a challenge when it comes to space technology, I’d be more inclined to agree with you,” Ivan said simply.
Ludwig thought for a moment that it was ridiculous for them to be fighting about such a thing at the moment, until he saw the predatory look in Alfred’s eyes due to the insult.
This was foreplay for them.
Ivan laughed at him, and stood up. He thought that the Russian would surely walk towards Alfred, but instead walked over to him. He suddenly remembered what his role was in this. Not an observer, but a silent participant.
Ivan’s lips brushed over his, and he glanced at the American once before deepening the kiss, pushing off Ludwig’s coat, disposing of his shirt-
Alfred groaned from the side, and Ludwig had the feeling that the American desperately wished to be in his place.
Ivan took off his scarf, before giving him a devious smile, and wrapping it around his neck. Before he could respond, the scarf was tightened around his neck, until a gasping sound came out of his mouth, hungry for air.
“Such a stubborn child you are,” Ivan said, looking over at Alfred. “I can take care of stubborn children like you. They just need to be put in their,” He tightened the scarf further, “place!”
Ludwig had to keep himself from tugging the scarf loose, remembering Alfred’s demand that he not resist. Looking over at the American, he noticed the unmistakable erection.
He wanted this. Ludwig stifled a groan at the hungry look in his eyes.
Ivan noticed too, and smiled triumphantly, finally loosening the scarf. Ludwig gasped for air, relieved that the Russian had not intended to deprive him of air for long.
“You seem to have enjoyed that,” Ivan said. It took Ludwig a moment to realize that he was talking to him. He had become aroused, although it was not because of the scarf, but Alfred’s reaction.
It was clear that the Russian’s words were really directed at Alfred as well as him. Alfred’s cheeks burned with rage, before walking over to Ludwig.
“Is this all you know, Ivan? How to torture people until they submit to you?” He pressed his hand to Ludwig’s erection, using his other hand to pull down his slacks. “Has anyone you’ve fucked ever actually wanted you to do it?”
Ivan silently watched as Alfred stroked Ludwig’s erection, his smile growing. Ludwig couldn’t help groaning in pleasure, his cheeks burning red.
“Despite what you may think, Alfred. I can deal out rewards as well as punishments. Besides, I can think of someone who would desperately want it,” he said softly, looking straight at Alfred.
Alfred nipped at his neck, earning a shocked gasp. “You know what I think, Ivan? I think that you don’t give a shit about other people, you just want them to do what you want.”
Suddenly the kisses went from his neck to his chest, then to his navel. He took a sharp intake of breath, realizing that Alfred was about to perform fellatio on him.
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Ivan lined up behind him, using his thumb to circle his nipple. His erection was pressed hard against Ludwig’s back. It was almost too much, to have Alfred sucking him, head bobbing up and down, and to have Ivan behind him pressing against him as well. Ivan licked the shell of his ear, before looking back down to the American kneeling on the ground.
“There’s no doubt that you enjoy pleasing others, Alfred,” Ivan said with a hint of a laugh. “So noble, da?”
Then Ludwig felt Ivan’s hand come down over him. Then he realized that Ivan was grabbing Alfred’s hair, pushing him to move at a faster pace. Ludwig head fell back, against the Russian’s shoulder.
“Such a noble little slut,” Ivan murmured, his voice low. His erection kept on thrusting against his back, and Ludwig bemusedly noted that Ivan was probably situating himself to close to him as to pretend that he was the one being sucked.
Alfred abruptly stopped, pulling away as Ivan’s hand reluctantly loosened from his hair. “I may like to help people, but I’m no pushover,” Alfred said huskily. “I always expect people to return the favor.”
Ludwig knew what this was. Alfred had purposely given Ivan the fantasy of him being submissive (although Ludwig also thought it obvious that it was Alfred’s fantasy as well). But to remind him that he wasn’t his plaything, Alfred was reminding Ivan that he could be aggressive and dominant as well.
It was sexual, but it was also a statement that could apply to politics. America could be just as aggressive as the infamously brutal Russia.
As he considered the implications, Alfred softly pushed him back, laying him down. He took out his erection and pressed it to his lips. Ludwig obediently opened his mouth and took in as much as he could, trying not to make any noise. Alfred groaned softly, thrusting in and out.
Suddenly, he felt a large hand around his erection as well. Alfred gasped as his mouth moaned around his cock, surprised by the sudden action.
He couldn’t see what Ivan was doing, but noticed that Alfred was looking over in his direction with intensity, his breath quickening.
Alfred, looking over at Ivan, began to thrust further down his throat. He began to panic, giving a muffled whine. When he gagged slightly, he heard Ivan laugh, saying, “I didn’t know you had it in you, Alfred.”
After a few moments he felt Ivan abruptly stop jerking him off. Soon after, Alfred pulled out, although he looked more excited than ever. He soon realized why when Ivan pulled him up, pressing two fingers to his lips. He swallowed them without complaint, coating them with saliva.
Alfred grabbed his sides from behind and pushed him over, as he settled on all fours. Ivan adjusted his position by moving his hips, and pressed his wet fingers lightly against his entrance.
Alfred clutched Ludwig’s shoulder. It was not for support, but an impulsive action in anticipation.
Ivan finally pressed his two fingers into his entrance, and he let out a strangled gasp. He felt his head and torso drop to the ground, giving him a more seductive pose as his behind rose further in the air. Alfred began to pet his hair lightly, another jittery and impulsive action as his eyes were trained on Ivan.
He let out his cries to silence, being given no response or words of support. He found himself pretending that Alfred instinctively petting his head was a form of comfort, even though he knew that it wasn’t.
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“I think he’s ready, don’t you?” Ivan said, grabbing Ludwig’s sides and lifting him up. He was seated on top of Ivan, his erection pressing against his back.
Alfred smiled, saying, “Are you taking him all for yourself, Ivan? How uncommon for a communist.”
“Actually, Alfred, you’re more than welcome to share.” Ivan said, smiling in return. “Unless your American pride will stop you from a simple act of sharing, labeling it as something communist.”
Alfred glared back, simply responding with, “It isn’t just communists who know how to share, Ivan.”
“Ah, then you will join me, da?” Ivan asked.
Alfred didn’t respond, but moved over to where Ivan and Ludwig where. Ivan spread out Ludwig’s legs, setting them outside of his own. He grabbed both of Ludwig’s hips raising him directly above his erection and then slowing pressing him down on it.
He bit his lip, trying not to shriek. Ivan was big, bigger than what he had prepared him for. Alfred, in front of him, was closely watching Ivan push his dick into him. He inhaled sharply as Ludwig finally let out a hoarse yell, no doubt imagining it inside of himself.
He tried to clutch at anything that could take his mind off of the pain. He tried grabbing at the floor, but he was unable to dig his nails into the wooden surface. Finally he desperately grabbed Alfred, clutching at him as a distraction.
This time, Alfred did pay attention to him. But instead of comforting his with light touches and soft kisses, he roughly kissed him, invading his mouth, and harshly grabbed his cock, unafraid to squeeze it tightly.
The usually helpful and cheerful nation was intoxicated with the thrill of the battle, of the conflict between himself and Ivan. It was obvious by now that Alfred’s personality took a darker turn whenever it came to the other man. He was obsessed with the Cold War, the war against communism, and Ivan himself.
Ivan looked at Alfred as a trophy to be won, perhaps the prize trophy in the collection that he dreamed of. The collection of nations which he could win superiority over, and turn to communism.
Both countries knew what the other wanted, and they teased each other mercilessly with the possibility.
Ivan’s thrusts became less painful, and he thrusted back and forth between Ivan’s cock and Alfred’s hand, groaning loudly.
Ivan began to thrust faster and deeper, digging his nails into Ludwig’s hips. At the same time, Alfred’s rough kisses turned to teeth biting at his lips.
“He’s ready for you,” Ivan growled huskily. Alfred then pressed his fingers to Ludwig’s lips, and again he obediently sucked on them, noting with faint horror that the blood from the tears in his lips mixed in with the saliva.
Alfred noticed as well, and glanced at him for a moment, seeming almost regretful. But it only lasted for a moment, as a distinct groan belonging to Ivan rang through the air, and his attention was focused again on him instead.
When Alfred’s index and middle fingers pressed against his entrance, it also pressed against Ivan’s sac, making the Russian groan softly. He supposed that the sensation of Alfred’s fingers pushing in and sliding up against Ivan’s cock would also have been quite pleasurable, but he didn’t notice the reaction, as a sense of panic rushed through him when Alfred’s fingers pushed in, painfully stretching him even further.
He moaned desperately, trying to push Alfred’s fingers out of him. Ivan, noticing the contraction of muscles, clutched his hips painfully tight and pushed him further down. He felt Alfred stop pushing in for a moment, and it seemed as if he might stop. He looked over at Ivan slowly.
Then mere seconds later, he continued, pushing further in.
Ludwig, even as he thrashed around wildly, knew what had happened. Alfred couldn’t afford to look weak in front of Ivan, and he had to prove that he could be as powerful, as dominant as Ivan. An irony, since he also played up his submissive side to tease Ivan. But in this moment, he had to show confidence and power.
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Ivan’s hand wrapped around his chest, and he had to admit that it was very relaxing. He eased against the body behind him, until he could hardly feel any pain from his entrance being stretched.
“Do it now,” Ivan murmured, setting Ludwig and himself further back so that Alfred could enter more easily. “He can take it, do it.”
Alfred settled himself at Ludwig’s entrance, and Ludwig felt himself begin to panic again. Ivan could sense it, and pressed his body tight against him, giving him a soft, “Shhh.”
Looking straight at Ivan with a determined glare, Alfred quickly pushed the head in.
In that moment, Ludwig let out a loud shriek, his body shaking. He mouthed words like “don’t” and “stop”, but didn’t say them, knowing that it wouldn’t do any good. Alfred might stop, but then Ivan would think of him as weak. And it would be his fault, he would have failed in what he was supposed to do, which was stay silent and follow orders.
And he had agreed to help him (both of them). He had promised that he would help, and he couldn’t back out. Alfred would think that he had never changed since the war, that he couldn’t do anything but act in his own interest.
He slowly relaxed his muscles, letting Alfred push further in as pain overtook his body. He panted loudly, tossing his head around as a distraction from the pain. At the same time, both Alfred and Ivan groaned in ecstasy at the sensation of their cocks pressing against one another. Alfred pushed in as far as her could, his sac settling slightly below Ivan’s.
Ivan let the way, pushing out. Alfred followed suit. Then they both pushed back in at the same time, making Ludwig cry out in pain. The second time they did it, he stifled his cries, determined to make it through.
With each thrust it became easier to make less noise, until he was able to remain silent, although his body still shook in pain. Only Ivan and Alfred’s moans reaching his ears.
Then in one thrust, he let out a long gasp before he could stop himself. Then he instinctively pushed himself back down to meet their thrust, his erection burning for attention again.
He leaned away from Ivan, towards Alfred. Eager for friction, he desperately rubbed his cock against Alfred’s stomach.
Alfred wrapped his arm around Ludwig’s, pressing him closer. It was the most affection he could give, too caught up in fucking him alongside Ivan to pay him much attention.
Ivan began to thrust faster, ruining the synchronized movement he and Alfred had, Ludwig moaned and pressed his head against Alfred’s shoulder, thrusting back to meet Ivan’s deep thrusts before Ivan ejaculated deep inside him.
He slowly pulled out, and Alfred was left alone to fuck him. Rubbing his cock up against Alfred’s stomach, Ludwig climaxed fairly quickly, making sure to pull back so that he only made a mess on himself.
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And like that, it was done. Both of them stood up straightened themselves out, Ivan walking over to grab the scarf that had been discarded earlier and Alfred awkwardly pulling his slacks back up.
Neither of them said a word to him. Not that he expected them to. They undoubtedly knew that he was now extremely aware of the nature of their destructive relationship, and they would rather simply not address that fact.
He heard a door slam shut, and he looked up to see that only Alfred was there left. He was looking over at the door, probably thinking about Ivan and what they had just done
Alfred walked over to the sink, far across the room and into the kitchen, and came back with a rag. He leaned down to clean up the mess he had left on the floor. Then he walked up to him, kneeling and gently rubbing his stomach with the other side of the cloth, cleaning up the cum. He felt too tired to move or react.
For a moment, Alfred looked as if he was about to say something to him. Then he shook his head and gave Ludwig a weak smile. He simply turned and left after that.
The next day, when all of the nations were meeting, he couldn’t stop thinking of what had happened each time he saw Alfred or Ivan. Upon seeing Ivan’s polite smile, he thought of the man choking him with a scarf, encouraging Alfred to continue stretching him when he was in pain.
And when he saw Alfred’s cheerful face and positive demeanor, he couldn’t stop thinking of him forcing his erection down his throat to impress Ivan, and biting his lips until they bled.
But then he would force those thoughts away, remembering that he had agreed to it all. He had done so many bad things, and he deserved everything. If Ivan had choked him to death in those first minutes, it wouldn’t have been anything he didn’t deserve.
So he pushed all negative thoughts away. He only hoped that he might one day prove himself to not be a terrible person.
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BRB. Loving you forever and taking a newfound interest in the Cold War... Guh. Alfred... seriously. This is how you should always BE.
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you win.
now i need to give germany a hug.
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shit
son
I'll be in my bunk.
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