Bloodsport [2/?]
anonymous
October 27 2009, 20:27:39 UTC
thank you for all the lovely comments! just wondering - does anyone have any requests for particular kinks or whatever? and OP, is there anything you don't want to see? ------------
They find Latvia in his room, and Russia strides in without knocking. Latvia looks terrified, staring wide-eyed up at Russia, and Hungary stands silently in the darkness of the hallway with a hand on the door jamb.
"Latvia, why aren't you working?"
"L-Lithuania, h-he said I could because--"
"No. Take off your clothes," Russia says, calm and smiling, and Latvia's hands are already shaking as he starts undoing the buttons. He doesn't protest. Hungary tightens her grip on the doorframe as he pulls off the shirt, pale bare skin and a fierce blush across his cheeks, staring at the floor between him and Russia. "Keep going," Russia cheerfully encourages when he pauses at his trousers.
He does, shivering so hard that he struggles with the fastening, but eventually he tugs it open with clumsy fingers and pulls down both his trousers and underwear, bending a little to slide them down his legs. He stays crouched as he unsteadily steps out of them, reluctant to move again. "Stand up straight," Russia commands, and adds, "hands by your sides," when Latvia tries to cover himself. His fists are clenched when he presses them against his naked thighs, tense and trembling. Hungary wants to know about every mark on his fragile body.
"Well done," Russia says, sounding almost tender, and he steps forward - Latvia flinches - to walk around him to the bed, sitting down on the end. He taps his knees lightly. "Come and sit here."
Hungary presses her fingers against her mouth as Latvia slowly turns around and stands awkwardly in front of the larger nation (his back is scarred, still colourful in patches), but Russia is silent and waiting and after a moment Latvia climbs onto the bed so he is straddling Russia, his arms behind him and his thighs quivering as he desperately tries to hold his balance and not lean forward, his legs spread almost painfully wide. She presses her teeth into her hand when Russia pushes two gloved fingers into Latvia's mouth, his thumb stroking his bottom lip and there are tears in the corners of Latvia's eyes already, his tongue working to coat the leather. He knows what's coming, Hungary realises, happily.
Russia pulls his hand away from Latvia's mouth as he wraps his other hand around a thigh and pulls, suddenly tipping him forward so his hips are in the air and he is pressed against Russia's chest, his forehead resting on his shoulder. He yelps whenever Russia's hand kneads at a bruise, then saliva-slick fingers run down his cleft and circle his hole, light, delicate touches that tease the sensitive skin and Latvia whimpers into Russia's collar. Hungary swallows a moan.
Russia doesn't look at the door, his gaze focused on watching his fingers working but he angles Latvia so he is high and open, unable to hide or squirm away and his whole body is shaking fiercely when Russia suddenly pushes a finger in - Latvia cries out, gasping wetly, and he arches into Russia in a vain attempt to get away. He ends up rocking against Russia's fingers as he pushes in another, held so close and tightly that he has to squeeze his eyes shut and turn his head to the side, his cheek against Russia's coat (Hungary can see his face, the tears streaming freely down burning hot skin, and she starts to rub her spare hand against the seam of her trousers). Russia chuckles lightly every time he cuts off a sob with a wail.
Bloodsport [2.1/?]
anonymous
October 27 2009, 20:29:20 UTC
Latvia's cock hangs neglected between them, unwillingly hard and he whimpers every time the flushed head brushes against Russia's stomach. Russia scissors his fingers, stretches the hole a little more before sliding in a third finger and pulling his hand up higher, so Latvia is precariously unbalanced and pushed entirely against him, his hands clutching uselessly at Russia's arms and his mouth open and moaning against his chest. His thighs are straining, quivering with sweat and he jerks when Russia wraps his other hand around his cock, glove leather against pulsing hot skin, and Hungary can see the twist of Russia's hand, the rhythm of the fingers thrusting into Latvia.
Latvia comes over Russia's hand, crying and shaking, and when Russia pushes his hand against Latvia's mouth, making him clean off the sticky mess Hungary throws her head back and mouths silently, her hand stilling after a few long seconds.
Russia's high, innocent voice rings out clear and loud in the resulting silence. "Latvia, what should you say when someone does something nice for you?"
"T-thank you?"
"Very good."
Russia picks Latvia up by his hips and leaves him to curl up on the bed, naked and shivering, and walks out of the room without glancing back. He looks mostly unruffled, a few damp patches on his coat and a faint heat across his cheeks, and he stops when he finds Hungary still standing outside in the hallway. She loosely crosses her arms and grins up at him.
"I believe Lithuania is currently in the kitchens. Do you want--"
Re: Bloodsport [2.1/?]
anonymous
October 28 2009, 04:21:39 UTC
This anon would also like to see some Estonia, or the Prussia action that OP mentioned.
What I would really love, though, would be the inclusion of Cuba in some capacity. I can't see him putting up with this kind of abuse, but he was a satellite...
Re: Bloodsport [2.1/?]
anonymous
October 28 2009, 13:39:57 UTC
OP here. Thanks you, so happy with this story.
I second the idea of Estonia and Poland. Poland should be a lot angrier about this turn of events. Russia/Hungary/Prussia threesome wouldn't be bad either. Poor Prussia being stuck between those two psychos...
just wondering - does anyone have any requests for particular kinks or whatever? and OP, is there anything you don't want to see?
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They find Latvia in his room, and Russia strides in without knocking. Latvia looks terrified, staring wide-eyed up at Russia, and Hungary stands silently in the darkness of the hallway with a hand on the door jamb.
"Latvia, why aren't you working?"
"L-Lithuania, h-he said I could because--"
"No. Take off your clothes," Russia says, calm and smiling, and Latvia's hands are already shaking as he starts undoing the buttons. He doesn't protest. Hungary tightens her grip on the doorframe as he pulls off the shirt, pale bare skin and a fierce blush across his cheeks, staring at the floor between him and Russia. "Keep going," Russia cheerfully encourages when he pauses at his trousers.
He does, shivering so hard that he struggles with the fastening, but eventually he tugs it open with clumsy fingers and pulls down both his trousers and underwear, bending a little to slide them down his legs. He stays crouched as he unsteadily steps out of them, reluctant to move again. "Stand up straight," Russia commands, and adds, "hands by your sides," when Latvia tries to cover himself. His fists are clenched when he presses them against his naked thighs, tense and trembling. Hungary wants to know about every mark on his fragile body.
"Well done," Russia says, sounding almost tender, and he steps forward - Latvia flinches - to walk around him to the bed, sitting down on the end. He taps his knees lightly. "Come and sit here."
Hungary presses her fingers against her mouth as Latvia slowly turns around and stands awkwardly in front of the larger nation (his back is scarred, still colourful in patches), but Russia is silent and waiting and after a moment Latvia climbs onto the bed so he is straddling Russia, his arms behind him and his thighs quivering as he desperately tries to hold his balance and not lean forward, his legs spread almost painfully wide. She presses her teeth into her hand when Russia pushes two gloved fingers into Latvia's mouth, his thumb stroking his bottom lip and there are tears in the corners of Latvia's eyes already, his tongue working to coat the leather. He knows what's coming, Hungary realises, happily.
Russia pulls his hand away from Latvia's mouth as he wraps his other hand around a thigh and pulls, suddenly tipping him forward so his hips are in the air and he is pressed against Russia's chest, his forehead resting on his shoulder. He yelps whenever Russia's hand kneads at a bruise, then saliva-slick fingers run down his cleft and circle his hole, light, delicate touches that tease the sensitive skin and Latvia whimpers into Russia's collar. Hungary swallows a moan.
Russia doesn't look at the door, his gaze focused on watching his fingers working but he angles Latvia so he is high and open, unable to hide or squirm away and his whole body is shaking fiercely when Russia suddenly pushes a finger in - Latvia cries out, gasping wetly, and he arches into Russia in a vain attempt to get away. He ends up rocking against Russia's fingers as he pushes in another, held so close and tightly that he has to squeeze his eyes shut and turn his head to the side, his cheek against Russia's coat (Hungary can see his face, the tears streaming freely down burning hot skin, and she starts to rub her spare hand against the seam of her trousers). Russia chuckles lightly every time he cuts off a sob with a wail.
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Latvia comes over Russia's hand, crying and shaking, and when Russia pushes his hand against Latvia's mouth, making him clean off the sticky mess Hungary throws her head back and mouths silently, her hand stilling after a few long seconds.
Russia's high, innocent voice rings out clear and loud in the resulting silence. "Latvia, what should you say when someone does something nice for you?"
"T-thank you?"
"Very good."
Russia picks Latvia up by his hips and leaves him to curl up on the bed, naked and shivering, and walks out of the room without glancing back. He looks mostly unruffled, a few damp patches on his coat and a faint heat across his cheeks, and he stops when he finds Hungary still standing outside in the hallway. She loosely crosses her arms and grins up at him.
"I believe Lithuania is currently in the kitchens. Do you want--"
"Yes," Hungary breathes, and they leave.
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*F5's at the speed of light!*
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As far as kinks, I'd only like for Estonia to be included. <33
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Uh, also there just isn't enough Russia/Poland abuse around these here parts.
But, uh, that was super hot. And if there is no Poland, at least some Estonia, who also doesn't get enough love.
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What I would really love, though, would be the inclusion of Cuba in some capacity. I can't see him putting up with this kind of abuse, but he was a satellite...
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I second the idea of Estonia and Poland. Poland should be a lot angrier about this turn of events. Russia/Hungary/Prussia threesome wouldn't be bad either. Poor Prussia being stuck between those two psychos...
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