Linger On [2a/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 02:55:34 UTC
authoranon apologizes. I am bad at keeping parts straight. I once wrote a oneshot and it currently has over fifteen chapters ahah OTL.... but really. this won't take forever, I promise! For some reason this chapter ended up including more 'slices of life' then I meant to. It just felt weird to entirely have it focused on a romance, and I wanted to give more time to the other bros too. Thank you guys for your awesome words so far and I'm glad you're liking it, OP <3 note; I switched to '_ _ _' to denote skips instead of the plus signs. my open office was really hating the plus signs, it got annoying.
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He doesn't know what Nikolaj wanted.
He was the one to strip them both down, while the Dane's hands just explored. Eduard's breath hitched every time he touched touched over a scar or a former bruise, expecting the other to have handled him just as roughly as his friend.
The roughness never came.
Nikolaj would kiss his lips, not with disgust or contempt, but with passion and interest. He didn't seem like the type of man to be new to this sort of thing, so why he was acting so gentile was a mystery. He took Eduard's face into his hands, bumbling, his heavy breath still smelling like alcohol, and he removed his glasses for him.
“You're not a virgin, are you?”
It was Eduard who just had to ask, and the Dane grinned at the mere suggestion. “Me?! No, no, but...” he kissed the other again, licking his lips, amused by the Baltic boy's aggressive antics. The taste of vodka stung his lips, but he weaved a hand through the paler hair.
Eduard let his hand wander down, across his chest, broad and firm with muscle. He trailed past the short hairs sparsely occupying below his bellybutton, and he can't believe his luck that he's laying with such a young man tonight, usually his clients are twice his age at least. Nikolaj breaks the kiss, explaining his actions with a slight tinge of awkwardness.
“Never brought anyone back from a bar...”
It's endearing and sort of cute, but Eduard still lets his hand fall on the other man's flesh, stroking his cock with gentle and timed touches. “Is that all?” He really doesn't seem the type to have never done this before. There's always some lie that these men tell.
“Y-yeah...”
He hardens with the touches, groaning and shutting his eyes.
“I'll go easy on you then. Whatever you want...”
“Whatever?”
He's reassured to that by a teasing touch to the underside of his member, and Nikolaj just barely gave a grunt.
Reaching down to grab the Estonian's thin hand, he pulls it away from himself. Opening his eyes, it's like he's overcome with some new sort of strength, and he grabbed the teen's other hand. It doesn't take much to flip Eduard down against the bed, holding his wrists up high above his head.
“I think we can work something out with whatever.”
_ _ _
Nikolaj flops down beside him, sweaty and breathing hard still.
Eduard is sore, but it's a good soreness, the kind where he turns to his side and lays down on top of the Dane. He curls his hands against the muscles, breathing more hot air against his neck.
“Still wanna know your name...”
“You do?”
The other murmurs a sleepy 'ja', and Eduard is amused when the other rests his head down against his own. He's been far too used to be so spent after sex, but Nikolaj with his drunkenness is still amazed he could preform twice still.
“Tell you what, meet me at the same bar tomorrow night.. and I'll tell you anything you want to know.”
He agrees with a nod, and tries to pull him closer. Eduard wiggles, just enough to where he knows he can still get free.
“Sounds good...”
It doesn't take long before the Dane is certainly sound asleep. Eduard carefully, ever so careful, slides out of his arms.
He kisses the other man's forehead.
Doesn't know what for, or why he's compelled to, but he just is.
Sliding away, the first thing he does is put on his glasses, and then look for his wallet.
Linger On [2b/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 02:56:05 UTC
Finding it while sifting through the piles of their discarded clothes, he slowly dresses himself before picking up the leather wallet. Opening it, he flips through-it's loaded with cash, Nikolaj is like a traveler without a clue who got too happy at being able to go somewhere new. It's like a dream to Eduard as he's busy making up excuses in his mind as to why theft is okay.
It isn't okay.
Nothing in his life really has been okay. It's something that he's living with and has accepted, though. It wasn't okay for his real parents to die or for him to have his virginity sold off for 50 dollars American when he was 13 while his 'new dad' watched.
His full name appears to be Nikolaj Mathias Anderson. 25 years old, born in July, blue eyes, blonde hair. 177 centimeters, 75 kilograms, Nikolaj's life condensed.
Eduard shoves the whole wallet into his pocket and starts to pull on his sweater and jacket. Mister Anderson never stirs.
In not even five minutes, he's out the door.
The hotel's hallway is coasted with a plush maroon carpet, and it's what he stares at as he heads out. The Dane's touches still linger on his skin, engraved in his memory. There was a kindness to him, something so very different about him.
If he was Toris, he'd forget about it and not even think twice. He'd have no guilty conscious anymore. Even if he was Raivis, he might have gotten the money upfront, and snuggled a few minutes before running away.
Instead he's turning back before he ever leaves.
Eduard finds his way back to the man's room quickly, sliding back in and shutting the door quietly behind him. The sleeping form on the bed stirs, before Nikolaj groans and starts to sit up.
“Going so soon?”
Pausing again, Eduard chances a small smile, even if the other can't see. “No... My brothers probably found their way home without me anyways.”
It's a lie, but Nikolaj doesn't question it. He watched the other strip down again, with bleary eyes, grinning when he has the form beside him in bed again.
Once more, he removes the Estonian's glasses.
_ _ _
They don't go home until they all go home together.
Toris has a permanent grimace on his face, clutching on to a wad of cash in his pocket. Mister Jones was in town, the actor, that he would have recognized long ago if any of them ever watched television. Filming in Russia is cheap, and he's an amateur filmmaker himself-Alfred always pays handsomely for boys willing to undress on camera with him, and he forgives the crisscrossing scar marks on Toris' back. Calls them beautiful, unique, say they give him a certain character.
He's upset that Eduard isn't back yet, it's starting to get light out. He can see it through the tattered curtains.
Raivis snoozes beside him, and while one hand plays with the cash, the other is stroking the peppery-blonde hair. At this rate, he'll just have to walk Raivis and Eduard to school before heading home and doing all the chores miss Natalia says she's above.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
When Eduard does return, it's six thirty, and his cheeks are red and he smells like coffee.
“Eduard,” Toris scolds, trying not to raise his voice for Raivis' sake. “Where have you been?!”
He's been in bed with a Dane, fell asleep, woke up and was greeted with sleepy kisses before another round of sex and finally coffee.
All and he never charged. He felt too bad about it, and for this reason, he gives a guilty look over at the man he calls his brother.
“I.. was mugged.”
“Mugged?! Are you okay?” Immediately he gets off the bed, hurrying over, inspecting the unbruised body. Eduard shuts the door and tenses, stepping until his back is against it.
“They just... knocked me out. I wasn't carrying cash... I'm fine.”
These things happen, and Toris hugs him, worried still.
“I'm sorry,” the Estonian quickly adds on, closing his eyes and apologizing from the depths of his heart. “I'm sorry...”
“It wasn't your fault... Shh, it's okay, I'll go out with you tomorrow...”
Linger On [2c/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 02:56:35 UTC
Raivis wishes that his brothers wouldn't fawn over him so much. Eduard is always waiting for him at school, outside each classroom, not wanting anyone else to lay their eyes on his little sibling. They go to a rather crummy school, and Eduard easily takes top marks in every test and exam while Raivis struggles a little. Nobody looks at them any differently for their tattered clothing or normally unwashed hair.
Eduard, though, had the misfortune of being caught sucking off the wrong person-popular, handsome, with a slutty girlfriend--for an extra bit of cash and their school lives had gone downhill from there.
Coddling Raivis is to protect him.
When he can slip away from Eduard, if only for a few moments, he likes to meet up with an underclassman. His name's Peter, a transplant from England, and he adores the accent just like Peter likes the thick Russian twist to words Raivis gives.
He hides his friendship because he knows Eduard would just tell Toris, and Toris would tell Raivis that it would be best for him not to have a friend.
They're like three drops of poison infecting the whole of Russia.
They've tried to ask mister Ivan before why are they the bad ones, when there's so many out there willing to spend a few notes on them. Ivan claims the business wouldn't exist without them, but Raivis isn't conditioned enough to entirely believe him.
Once the teacher stops droning, when she lets them out for their next class, Raivis isn't too surprised when he exists the classroom and comes face to face with Eduard, his lanky brother sticking out like a sore thumb amongst Raivis' short peers.
“Did you have a nice lesson, malysh?” He uses the same affectionate name Toris does, petting Raivis' hair, looking down at the torn and worn notebook Raivis carries.
“Y-yeah.” Raivis doesn't bother explaining how he didn't understand it all. His favorite class is literature, especially when they go over romantic books. He dreams of being swept up by a man in a white horse, who lets him spend all day gardening and reading books and lets him sleep at night. Anything would be better than the math lessons he suffers through.
If Eduard knew after all that he was struggling again, he'd just make the younger boy study between clients again.
“You know... I was thinking something...” He tilts his head up, jutting his bottom lip out, his violet eyes wide. “Are we bad people?”
“What?”
Eduard's eyes are like a raven's, sharp and judging.
“I-I just mean, we do bad things, so...”
“...Sometimes good people do bad things.”
_ _ _
“There was only one reason Ivan adopted you. There's only one reason anyone would ever want you around!”
He bows his head and listens.
She's beautiful, he thinks, and that's where his own internal conflict begins. She's far too beautiful to be screaming all the time, but he supposed that he would scream too if someone stole his husband. He's learned now to not even bother apologizing, though, it never works and riles her up more.
“Are you even listening to me?!”
Turning to the Belorussian, he gives her a small smile. He imagines the way that she'd look in a dress that isn't threadbare, groomed properly and sitting, and he imagines that miss Natalia would look very similar to a precious doll he'd be afraid to touch.
“Yes...”
He bows his head and continues to sweep. She kicks the dustbin from his hands before storming back off, muttering more filth-laced words.
Linger On [2d/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 02:57:08 UTC
“Really, please, you don't have to go back out with me. Just take Raivis. It'll look too weird if we're all three together.”
Toris stares at him.
“But you could get mugged again, Eduard.”
“Then it wouldn't be the first time, now would it?”
They both just stare at eachother, and it's just not working out how either of them imagined. Eduard just wants to run back to the club, see if Nikolaj did show up again for him.
“Mister Jones is in town though, I'm sure if we all showed up... We could keep the money and give it to mister Ivan over a few days! It'd be more than enough, Eduard--”
“I'd rather not have sex with you tonight.”
He's blunt about it, overly blunt. They aren't related by blood, so when they're together, men make them pretend that they are and instruct them just how to touch each other.
“He'll pay the same just for you and Raivis. Really, besides, one of my regulars are in town...”
“Are you sure that you'll be okay? Promise me that you will be.”
“Toris.” Eduard stares, unafraid. “I'll be fine.”
“If there's any problems...”
“There won't be.”
Toris is now more suspicious than worried. He recalls Eduard getting mugged once before, and he'd been more shaken up than Raivis after getting yelled at. The teen refused to be by himself for weeks, hindering business, but the bruises on his face took the longest to heal.
“Fine.”
_ _ _
He looked around everywhere inside, and he couldn't find Nikolaj at all.
It was like the Dane had disappeared as easily as he had appeared in Eduard's life. He had no watch, he only had to assume it was around the same time as last night.
It was when he was ready to go back and find some work, standing outside of the club and breathing warm into the cold air for his own amusement that hands snaked around his waist from behind. It could have been anyone. He froze and turned around, his heart skipping beats as he looked up at the Danish man.
“Eduard. My name's Eduard.”
Nikolaj took a few moments to process what he even meant at first, before he squeezed the lithe form in his arms. “Eduard, huh?”
“Yeah. You.. you can call me that.”
“Well.” Nikolaj leaned slightly down, kissing his cold ear. “Would you like to grab something to eat, Eduard?”
“I'd like that.” He bowed his head. “I'd like that a lot.”
Aaaw ... that simple question 'Are we bad people?' made my heart ache. But the pain was soothed by the sweetness and somewhat awkwardness(in the beginning) between Nikolaj and Eduard. And the mention of how Alfred would film the three brothers together set my imagination flying, I have now some fantastic pictures in my head. Thanks for that *evil grin* Hell, wait for me, I'll be there soon enough !
I'm kind of teetering on the edge here of really to include hardcore smut or not xD; This story is already two steps from diving in and having smut all over the walls, and I'm not sure really if that's the direction I want to go.. but with the premise there will be some, that's unavoidable xD; Who doesn't love a Baltic threesome though, omgosh ♥
<33!
also a small note but er, I just realized I fucked up on Nikolaj's intended last name. It should be Andersen, after, well, Hans Christian, but my mind was stuck between that and Sørenson so my mind seems to have.. accidentally melded the two. :c My apologies!
Re: Linger On [2d/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 08:40:01 UTC
This is breaking my heart. I want so badly to smash the boundaries of reality and rush into this fic and swoop the three of them out of there and take them somewhere safe and reassure them that they're not bad people. D':
Your writing is putting all these feelings into my head. It's not grammatically perfect, but weirdly I think that actually makes it better because it feels so natural and real and ajflksjfoiwja ;_;
Please take as long as you want with this, author anon, especially if it means including more these slices of life things.
Weird enough to say but I am glad it's breaking your heart! It's kind of meant to c:
About the grammar business though, I'm trying to emulate a mix between my two favorite authors and their stuff is usually 'asdfghjkl; /SMASHES YOUR GRAMMAR' by making small chunks of sentences that have a lot of impact xD So at least I'm glad it's made an impact of you of making it seem more real or whichever~ ♥
Linger On [3a/?)
anonymous
January 4 2011, 10:47:09 UTC
anon is unreliable in their estimations, blahblah, etc. c: there should not be TOO MUCH MORE I MEAN IT. also if the whole of it seems kind of rushed, the timing and everything, I do apologize D: I wanted to show maybe more of.. a whirlwind romance? if OP wants things slowed out and spanned across a bit more I can ♥
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“So what do you do for a living?”
Eduard wants to choke on his cola. They're at a McDonald's, of all places, a cheap but rare treat he never gets.
“For a living? Nothing. Well, I go to school, if you count that...”
“You do?” A nod in response. “University?” A hesitant shake of the head. “High school, then? Just how old are you?”
There's that judging look that always comes. He braces himself for this, the deal breaker of their budding fly-by relationship. Eduard swallows down air nervously.
“Eighteen?”
“No...”
“Seventeen?”
Right on the mark. Eight years between them, and Nikolaj just continues to stare. “When I was your age, the last place I hung around was sketchy clubs with guys like Lars.”
“No. From what I've heard, you just hung out with the man himself.”
Nikolaj laughs, taking another bite of his hamburger. “Yep. Too true on that one, I guess.”
Eduard smiles and he laughs as well. The moment of relief washes over him.
“So what are you good at? Like, your best subject?”
“Oh... No, see, ah... I'm kind of..” He bows his head, his shyness showing through, not wanting to say how much of a bookworm he is. “Things... things like math, calculus... And I really enjoy.. social politics and economics...”
“Pretty nerdy list you have going on there.”
He grins and laughs again regardless, and Eduard doesn't care. He would put up with all the mocking in the world just for a chance to stay around Nikolaj.
_ _ _
“You have to put more passion into it! Like he's doing!”
Raivis didn't like being told what to do. It was only something he put up with now, for their sake.
His head was too busy dealing with dizziness than listening to Alfred. Toris was holding his hips tight, slamming into him, filling the fifteen year old and fucking him hard.
The Latvian's knees were weak. He doubted that his legs would spread any further for Toris, as much as he couldn't deny that this was one of those times that sex sex felt good.
“Toris, let Raivis get on top of you. Maybe it'll help him out.”
The only reason Alfred knew their names was their loudness in passion before, he was the only one who knew all their names. Toris stopped moving, all for pulling out of the small Latvian. He groaned at the lack of heat against his slicked up member, but he turned around and sat against the bed.
Raivis was quickly straddling his hips, and it took no more encouragement before he was lowering himself back down. He knew this part well enough, guiding himself and sliding down slowly, his head tilted back. The teen was trying to moan, but found himself too out of breath.
He settled his hips, nails raking down against the Lithuanian's chest. Toris grunted slightly, keeping his cool about it all. Biting down against his bottom lip, he tried to help steady the shaking boy.
“Put your head into it, kid! He's your brother, and you were just able to confess your true feelings for him before being overcome with passion... You've wanted to fuck him for ages, at least look him in the eyes!”
They both let Alfred drone on while Raivis tilted his head back down, the smallest whimpers leaving his lips. Toris gripped harder on to his hips, moving the Latvian slowly at first, before Raivis couldn't help but carry it on himself.
In truth, they liked this a lot more than the old men they couldn't trust. They could enjoy themselves for one, and Raivis couldn't even help but admit it felt good-not that they'd do this on their own, getting paid for it was their main motivation. Precum was glistening and dripping slowly down his length.
“P-please, Toris, touch me...” He meekly mumbled, gasping as the other quickly obliged. Toris wrapped his fingers around the other, slowly pumping them up and down with his own hips furiously slamming up to meet the smaller boy's uncoordinated bucking.
Linger On [3b/?)
anonymous
January 4 2011, 10:49:37 UTC
For now, Alfred's own cock was scraping painfully against the confines of his jeans.
“Yeah, just like that...”
“H-hn, big brother, I think...”
“Raivis...” It was no more than a whining breath when he felt his own need bubble over, gasping as he released his seed. It quickly began to fill up the condom, and he let go of Raivis' hips, one hand gripping onto the bed sheet. Raivis stopped moving himself, impaling himself fully against the brunette and grinding his hips with need against his body.
It wasn't too far after Toris that the blonde came too, his mouth open and head thrown back again as the thin streams of sticky cum splattered against his own stomach and Toris' hands.
They stayed entirely breathless twined together for a few minutes more.
Alfred shut the view window on his camera.
“That was great, you guys! Too bad your other brother couldn't come by, would have been perfect if you both took turns sucking him off. But that was great!”
_ _ _
“So, where do you live?”
“Around... somewhere.”
It was nice to be walking around, his stomach full of food Nikolaj paid for like a teen trying to impress his date. They were walking without an aim, but for now, not having a purpose seemed fine.
“Around?”
“Yeah.”
He was being vague on purpose, where Nikolaj just chuckled.
“Who lives around with you? Don't your parents get worried when you're out late?”
It was almost laughable to the Estonian now as well, but he resisted the temptation. It wasn't like the other could have any idea just how fucked up his situation really is.
“Well, I have two adopted... brothers, I guess. I was adopted too... So my parents don't really mind that much. They get money from the government for taking care of me, but they.. still make me work anyways, so... They're more about money than sympathy.”
“I thought you said you just go to school for a living.”
There was a sudden sad smile that flashed across Eduard's lips. The Dane didn't push any further.
“Well, my folks are dead too. Car crash. I have two half brothers, but they moved off to Sweden and Norway, and well... It's hard going without people when you were used to having them there.”
“Oh.” A silence. “I'm sorry. Mine died in a crash too...”
“...Well, I mean, my parents died a few years ago.. I was on my own in college still, but... it was still weird. And they did? Imagine that...”
Eduard nodded in understanding. He stopped on the sidewalk, frowning, even when Nikolaj wrapped an arm around his waist. There wasn't a touch in the world enough to comfort either of them.
“Sorry... Didn't mean to just upset you more.”
“No.” He blinked, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. “I'm not upset. It's just.. unfair.”
“Mm.” Nudging Eduard, he looked upwards. In the dark and polluted city, it there wasn't a single star in sight. The night sky even showed off a sickish yellow-green hue, thanks t the overabundance of lights.
“You know, back in Denmark? If you look up at the sky like this... There's more stars than you can count.” He winked to the younger teen. “I've tried.”
“Oh?” Eduard looked up as well. “I grew up... in southern Estonia. The sky there was nice too...”
“Well, where I lived, you can go near a coast and don't even have to look up. Just see all the stars reflected on the Baltic Sea.”
“...Sounds wonderful.” Eduard remembered the Baltic Sea. He didn't often go out to the coasts or beaches, but he did remember so many things he didn't actually recall with fondness about it. “I wish I could see it one day...”
They'd even looked out at the same sea before, perhaps, was the oddest thing.
“You will!” The sudden outburst of optimism startled the Estonian. “We could skip rocks on the water.”
Eduard chuckled.
“Hey, you do know though... Denmark used to own Estonia or something, right?”
With a vague recollection of something like that in tattered history books, he nodded.
“Isn't that weird? Our ancestors might have known eachother.” The Dane laughed again, pulling the other close, although Eduard couldn't make out why it'd be a happy subject.
“I wouldn't blame them for wanting to own you guys though. Not if they're all like you.”
Linger On [3c/?)
anonymous
January 4 2011, 10:51:10 UTC
“Just the truth! Besides...” He pulled the younger man closer, looking down at him while Eduard was still so entranced with the sky. “I have a feeling like you're holding back.”
“What? Me? Nah, never.” He turned toward him, apologetic look written on his face. He hugged the Dane, shutting his eyes, nestling his face-however awkward it was with his glasses on, he didn't care-against the other's neck. “I just wish I could see the Denmark that you know.”
“Some day.” Nikolaj murmured, a bit surprised at the hug. He let him nuzzle against the crook of his shoulder and neck, stroking the short blonde strands of hair. “Someday you will.”
“With you?”
“Who else.”
_ _ _
Toris meets him with an outstretched hand.
“...I did mention that my regular in town was Lars, right?”
His two pseudo-brothers look out of breath and flushed still, and the look on the brunette's face made the taller boy cringe.
“No. I don't believe you did.”
Lies, lies, and more lies, when he's never had cause in his life before to lie, period.
“Well, he only really... wanted to get wasted and high and...” That look of disappointment. Eduard has to look away from it. It's not like he can't tell there's a wad of cash in Toris' jeans, Raivis' as well. “...I ended up having to babysit him all night. I'll get money from him tomorrow, though!”
“Eduard. I know that... You don't want to do this. None of us do. But we can trust you, right? We can trust that you're at least trying?”
“I am, Toris! I promise.”
He doesn't promise. He doesn't mean it at all.
A knock on the door. Their time is up.
“You'll try tomorrow, right Eduard? You'll try harder. You'll do everything you can.”
He'll let him think it. He nods, heading to the door first, turning his back to them.
_ _ _
“So were you a good little boy tonight, Raivis?”
Ivan addressed the smallest boy, observing the way he fidgeted.
The teen nodded, again and again, but the larger Russian still placed his hand down on top of his head, stopping him.
The weight was crushing, he smelled like vodka and cheap perfume, and Raivis gave a small whimper. Toris and Eduard stood silently beside him, but the Latvian was frightened of the times Ivan would meet them at the door.
Sometimes they have to just throw the money on the counter top and get to head to sleep. Other times are like this, and they hate these times.
“Y-yes sir. We did good, I promise! All of us!” He hesitates a bit longer after he says that. He looks over at Eduard, subconsciously, just a flicker. He's not pulling his weight the way we are, it reads, and Ivan reads it well.
He has the sweet smile when he lets go of Raivis. He heads to Eduard, gazing up and down, more judging and not settling like the guys they often spend their time with. Eduard grits his teeth, forcing himself to look at his fake father.
“All of you? Even you, Eduard?”
“Yes. Even me.” A falter in his tone, a tense of his muscles, Ivan spots them all. “I did contribute.”
“But you said he was going to pay you tom--”
There's a chill through the air even before the Latvian finished speaking. Ivan smiles sweetly to him, patting the top of his head once more.
“Aren't you a sweet little boy, Raivis? Go ahead to bed.” He croons, and there's such false kindness in his words that Raivis flinches still. The blonde gives one long look at the other two and he rushes off to tattered bedsheets and pillows bare of any filling.
“S-sir, Raivis had it wrong, Eduard did contribute, the money I gave you, h-he--”
“If you're trying to cover for him, you'll severely regret it.” Ivan curtly responds, straightening his back and standing up to his full potential. He's at least a head taller than Eduard, and they're both intimidated by different degrees for different reasons.
“Really, I--”
Eduard tries to talk the same time Toris does, bumbling, but the Russian's voice cuts them out.
“Twice.” He looks at the Estonian, a small sneer on his lips. “You'll earn twice tomorrow what Toris brought home tonight or you'll be sleeping on the streets for a month.”
I... I'm kind of speechless here. There are really literally no words to describe how perfectly horrible this is. I mean I'm forcing you to write something so horrible and yet it's so so perfect. I mean the conversation between Eduard and Nikolaj, and and that movie scene, and Ivan ... and ... Oh God !
I must say that I would not want this story to end yet But I don't want to be selfish and put author!anon into uncomfortable position, I mean... I'm not sure how much you enjoy writing this, if it makes you feel bad to continue for too long then I don't mind if you keep up the speed you've chosen for now. I really love this story no matter what. And I love you too for doing this. I really do. <3
Re: Linger On [3c/?)
anonymous
January 4 2011, 23:58:35 UTC
This anon LOVES LOVES LOVES this story. You update so quickly, author!anon, I can't imagine how you write things this awesome so fast.
I can't wait to see what happens next, and what Nikolaj will do when he finds out what Eduard does!! Although I'm kind of surprised he didn't guess it when Eduard came onto him so fast; maybe he secretly suspects it but isn't sure? Ooo ooo I'm loving this XD
Linger On [4a/?)
anonymous
January 5 2011, 11:42:41 UTC
in this chapter; we learn why they have such a twisted need to not.. run away, even if Toris tried once. I hope OP that you don't mind given the prompt that Ivan isn't very.. physically abusive, but the way I always saw him (in the sort of Soviet Union-y way I'm trying to portray him anyway xD), Russia was more well-known for extreme psychological mindfucking abuse when it didn't come to stuff like labor camps anyways. ;; small warning before hand but errrr, this is a 10 page long update. Out of 24 pages. >_>;;; geh. huuuge update oh my god I'm sorry. This update now amounts to a third of the story. xD;;; anon1 from previous update, hopefully this will clear stuff up you're wondering. OP, I am so glad you like it so much because I really do love writing this ♥ Don't feel like you're forcing me! Estonia is.. my favorite character to torture and do bad things to ;x; And I wouldn't expand so much on it if I didn't love it xD;;
warnings for noncon, blood, and.. random bouts of prostitution? /ahem
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He heads right out after dinner. Ivan catches him, reminds him of his debt, and forces him out of the door on his hands and knees.
The debt he doesn't even owe, he's going to try and work off.
Raivis says stupid things sometimes. It's an accident, he's a kid, Eduard forgives him. It wouldn't be too bad even if only Lars really did owe him money, instead, he's starting fresh and out of luck.
It never stops him as strange, why he's on a mad dash to earn Ivan's good graces. He's been filled with a dependency on him, he struggles to get close to him, to maybe see a genuine smile for once-he's always smiling anyways, even if the smile meets his eyes, there's something dead and cold behind his eyes.
All Ivan does is tear at his hair, kick at him when he's down, starve him, make him into a whore, and then puts him and his brothers to bed all with a kiss on the forehead.
It's confusing to say the least, this abusive love given out in strict conditions.
He leaves them not knowing if they're up or down and tell them that outside of Russia, they would be nothing. That they may have led good lives before, but now they're old and worn and there is no other line of work for them.
Useless.
Nothing.
Ivan gives them a home at least, a false pretense of love.
It's still light out, Eduard likes that. The sun is setting slowly on the former Russian empire, and he can't help but adore the orange and blue hues.
It's a bit too early for business. The regular club isn't even open yet, but he hangs around a hotel, his worn old green jacket open against the cold air, all to show off his tight black sweater. He's left his hair unkempt, realizing not many go for the nerd type, and he winks and smiles at old balding passing by, beckoning to the tourists that he'll never see again.
Someone has to want him.
His answer comes in the form of another guy, maybe in his mid thirties, Eduard can't really tell. But he looks nervous, and clients being nervous usually means it's their first time.
He croons softly in the guy's ear what he can do, how much it will cost him, all the formalities of the trade. Eduard watches the older man's Adam's apple as he swallows nervously, gripping Eduard's hand so hard he nearly fears his bones will break.
The man doesn't take him back inside to the hotel, probably afraid of the boy he's buying time of questioning his wife's luggage.
It's okay though, even if it isn't, he's used to it.
He gets walked down the street, until they turn into an alleyway. Eduard gets his back shoved up against a cold brick wall, and he breathes heavily, looking down at the shorter man, a bit wide-eyed.
Confused at least until he's kissed, roughly and testing, and the other is feeling his hands up the Estonian's shirt. He grimaces at the cold hands, but the man is going wild over the feel of his smooth and taut skin.
The customer knows what he wants and he takes it, unbuttoning Eduard's worn bluejeans, pulling them off of his slender hips before he pulls out of the kiss and his mouth is down elsewhere.
For some reason this chapter ended up including more 'slices of life' then I meant to. It just felt weird to entirely have it focused on a romance, and I wanted to give more time to the other bros too.
Thank you guys for your awesome words so far and I'm glad you're liking it, OP <3
note; I switched to '_ _ _' to denote skips instead of the plus signs. my open office was really hating the plus signs, it got annoying.
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He doesn't know what Nikolaj wanted.
He was the one to strip them both down, while the Dane's hands just explored. Eduard's breath hitched every time he touched touched over a scar or a former bruise, expecting the other to have handled him just as roughly as his friend.
The roughness never came.
Nikolaj would kiss his lips, not with disgust or contempt, but with passion and interest. He didn't seem like the type of man to be new to this sort of thing, so why he was acting so gentile was a mystery. He took Eduard's face into his hands, bumbling, his heavy breath still smelling like alcohol, and he removed his glasses for him.
“You're not a virgin, are you?”
It was Eduard who just had to ask, and the Dane grinned at the mere suggestion. “Me?! No, no, but...” he kissed the other again, licking his lips, amused by the Baltic boy's aggressive antics. The taste of vodka stung his lips, but he weaved a hand through the paler hair.
Eduard let his hand wander down, across his chest, broad and firm with muscle. He trailed past the short hairs sparsely occupying below his bellybutton, and he can't believe his luck that he's laying with such a young man tonight, usually his clients are twice his age at least. Nikolaj breaks the kiss, explaining his actions with a slight tinge of awkwardness.
“Never brought anyone back from a bar...”
It's endearing and sort of cute, but Eduard still lets his hand fall on the other man's flesh, stroking his cock with gentle and timed touches. “Is that all?” He really doesn't seem the type to have never done this before. There's always some lie that these men tell.
“Y-yeah...”
He hardens with the touches, groaning and shutting his eyes.
“I'll go easy on you then. Whatever you want...”
“Whatever?”
He's reassured to that by a teasing touch to the underside of his member, and Nikolaj just barely gave a grunt.
Reaching down to grab the Estonian's thin hand, he pulls it away from himself. Opening his eyes, it's like he's overcome with some new sort of strength, and he grabbed the teen's other hand. It doesn't take much to flip Eduard down against the bed, holding his wrists up high above his head.
“I think we can work something out with whatever.”
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Nikolaj flops down beside him, sweaty and breathing hard still.
Eduard is sore, but it's a good soreness, the kind where he turns to his side and lays down on top of the Dane. He curls his hands against the muscles, breathing more hot air against his neck.
“Still wanna know your name...”
“You do?”
The other murmurs a sleepy 'ja', and Eduard is amused when the other rests his head down against his own. He's been far too used to be so spent after sex, but Nikolaj with his drunkenness is still amazed he could preform twice still.
“Tell you what, meet me at the same bar tomorrow night.. and I'll tell you anything you want to know.”
He agrees with a nod, and tries to pull him closer. Eduard wiggles, just enough to where he knows he can still get free.
“Sounds good...”
It doesn't take long before the Dane is certainly sound asleep. Eduard carefully, ever so careful, slides out of his arms.
He kisses the other man's forehead.
Doesn't know what for, or why he's compelled to, but he just is.
Sliding away, the first thing he does is put on his glasses, and then look for his wallet.
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It isn't okay.
Nothing in his life really has been okay. It's something that he's living with and has accepted, though. It wasn't okay for his real parents to die or for him to have his virginity sold off for 50 dollars American when he was 13 while his 'new dad' watched.
His full name appears to be Nikolaj Mathias Anderson. 25 years old, born in July, blue eyes, blonde hair. 177 centimeters, 75 kilograms, Nikolaj's life condensed.
Eduard shoves the whole wallet into his pocket and starts to pull on his sweater and jacket. Mister Anderson never stirs.
In not even five minutes, he's out the door.
The hotel's hallway is coasted with a plush maroon carpet, and it's what he stares at as he heads out. The Dane's touches still linger on his skin, engraved in his memory. There was a kindness to him, something so very different about him.
If he was Toris, he'd forget about it and not even think twice. He'd have no guilty conscious anymore. Even if he was Raivis, he might have gotten the money upfront, and snuggled a few minutes before running away.
Instead he's turning back before he ever leaves.
Eduard finds his way back to the man's room quickly, sliding back in and shutting the door quietly behind him. The sleeping form on the bed stirs, before Nikolaj groans and starts to sit up.
“Going so soon?”
Pausing again, Eduard chances a small smile, even if the other can't see. “No... My brothers probably found their way home without me anyways.”
It's a lie, but Nikolaj doesn't question it. He watched the other strip down again, with bleary eyes, grinning when he has the form beside him in bed again.
Once more, he removes the Estonian's glasses.
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They don't go home until they all go home together.
Toris has a permanent grimace on his face, clutching on to a wad of cash in his pocket. Mister Jones was in town, the actor, that he would have recognized long ago if any of them ever watched television. Filming in Russia is cheap, and he's an amateur filmmaker himself-Alfred always pays handsomely for boys willing to undress on camera with him, and he forgives the crisscrossing scar marks on Toris' back. Calls them beautiful, unique, say they give him a certain character.
He's upset that Eduard isn't back yet, it's starting to get light out. He can see it through the tattered curtains.
Raivis snoozes beside him, and while one hand plays with the cash, the other is stroking the peppery-blonde hair. At this rate, he'll just have to walk Raivis and Eduard to school before heading home and doing all the chores miss Natalia says she's above.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
When Eduard does return, it's six thirty, and his cheeks are red and he smells like coffee.
“Eduard,” Toris scolds, trying not to raise his voice for Raivis' sake. “Where have you been?!”
He's been in bed with a Dane, fell asleep, woke up and was greeted with sleepy kisses before another round of sex and finally coffee.
All and he never charged. He felt too bad about it, and for this reason, he gives a guilty look over at the man he calls his brother.
“I.. was mugged.”
“Mugged?! Are you okay?” Immediately he gets off the bed, hurrying over, inspecting the unbruised body. Eduard shuts the door and tenses, stepping until his back is against it.
“They just... knocked me out. I wasn't carrying cash... I'm fine.”
These things happen, and Toris hugs him, worried still.
“I'm sorry,” the Estonian quickly adds on, closing his eyes and apologizing from the depths of his heart. “I'm sorry...”
“It wasn't your fault... Shh, it's okay, I'll go out with you tomorrow...”
“You don't have to worry about me, I promise.”
Toris worries anyways.
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Eduard, though, had the misfortune of being caught sucking off the wrong person-popular, handsome, with a slutty girlfriend--for an extra bit of cash and their school lives had gone downhill from there.
Coddling Raivis is to protect him.
When he can slip away from Eduard, if only for a few moments, he likes to meet up with an underclassman. His name's Peter, a transplant from England, and he adores the accent just like Peter likes the thick Russian twist to words Raivis gives.
He hides his friendship because he knows Eduard would just tell Toris, and Toris would tell Raivis that it would be best for him not to have a friend.
They're like three drops of poison infecting the whole of Russia.
They've tried to ask mister Ivan before why are they the bad ones, when there's so many out there willing to spend a few notes on them. Ivan claims the business wouldn't exist without them, but Raivis isn't conditioned enough to entirely believe him.
Once the teacher stops droning, when she lets them out for their next class, Raivis isn't too surprised when he exists the classroom and comes face to face with Eduard, his lanky brother sticking out like a sore thumb amongst Raivis' short peers.
“Did you have a nice lesson, malysh?” He uses the same affectionate name Toris does, petting Raivis' hair, looking down at the torn and worn notebook Raivis carries.
“Y-yeah.” Raivis doesn't bother explaining how he didn't understand it all. His favorite class is literature, especially when they go over romantic books. He dreams of being swept up by a man in a white horse, who lets him spend all day gardening and reading books and lets him sleep at night. Anything would be better than the math lessons he suffers through.
If Eduard knew after all that he was struggling again, he'd just make the younger boy study between clients again.
“You know... I was thinking something...” He tilts his head up, jutting his bottom lip out, his violet eyes wide. “Are we bad people?”
“What?”
Eduard's eyes are like a raven's, sharp and judging.
“I-I just mean, we do bad things, so...”
“...Sometimes good people do bad things.”
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“There was only one reason Ivan adopted you. There's only one reason anyone would ever want you around!”
He bows his head and listens.
She's beautiful, he thinks, and that's where his own internal conflict begins. She's far too beautiful to be screaming all the time, but he supposed that he would scream too if someone stole his husband. He's learned now to not even bother apologizing, though, it never works and riles her up more.
“Are you even listening to me?!”
Turning to the Belorussian, he gives her a small smile. He imagines the way that she'd look in a dress that isn't threadbare, groomed properly and sitting, and he imagines that miss Natalia would look very similar to a precious doll he'd be afraid to touch.
“Yes...”
He bows his head and continues to sweep. She kicks the dustbin from his hands before storming back off, muttering more filth-laced words.
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Toris stares at him.
“But you could get mugged again, Eduard.”
“Then it wouldn't be the first time, now would it?”
They both just stare at eachother, and it's just not working out how either of them imagined. Eduard just wants to run back to the club, see if Nikolaj did show up again for him.
“Mister Jones is in town though, I'm sure if we all showed up... We could keep the money and give it to mister Ivan over a few days! It'd be more than enough, Eduard--”
“I'd rather not have sex with you tonight.”
He's blunt about it, overly blunt. They aren't related by blood, so when they're together, men make them pretend that they are and instruct them just how to touch each other.
“He'll pay the same just for you and Raivis. Really, besides, one of my regulars are in town...”
“Are you sure that you'll be okay? Promise me that you will be.”
“Toris.” Eduard stares, unafraid. “I'll be fine.”
“If there's any problems...”
“There won't be.”
Toris is now more suspicious than worried. He recalls Eduard getting mugged once before, and he'd been more shaken up than Raivis after getting yelled at. The teen refused to be by himself for weeks, hindering business, but the bruises on his face took the longest to heal.
“Fine.”
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He looked around everywhere inside, and he couldn't find Nikolaj at all.
It was like the Dane had disappeared as easily as he had appeared in Eduard's life. He had no watch, he only had to assume it was around the same time as last night.
It was when he was ready to go back and find some work, standing outside of the club and breathing warm into the cold air for his own amusement that hands snaked around his waist from behind. It could have been anyone. He froze and turned around, his heart skipping beats as he looked up at the Danish man.
“Eduard. My name's Eduard.”
Nikolaj took a few moments to process what he even meant at first, before he squeezed the lithe form in his arms. “Eduard, huh?”
“Yeah. You.. you can call me that.”
“Well.” Nikolaj leaned slightly down, kissing his cold ear. “Would you like to grab something to eat, Eduard?”
“I'd like that.” He bowed his head. “I'd like that a lot.”
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Hell, wait for me, I'll be there soon enough !
<3 you author!anon ! :3
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I'm kind of teetering on the edge here of really to include hardcore smut or not xD; This story is already two steps from diving in and having smut all over the walls, and I'm not sure really if that's the direction I want to go.. but with the premise there will be some, that's unavoidable xD;
Who doesn't love a Baltic threesome though, omgosh ♥
<33!
also a small note but er, I just realized I fucked up on Nikolaj's intended last name. It should be Andersen, after, well, Hans Christian, but my mind was stuck between that and Sørenson so my mind seems to have.. accidentally melded the two. :c My apologies!
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Your writing is putting all these feelings into my head. It's not grammatically perfect, but weirdly I think that actually makes it better because it feels so natural and real and ajflksjfoiwja ;_;
Please take as long as you want with this, author anon, especially if it means including more these slices of life things.
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About the grammar business though, I'm trying to emulate a mix between my two favorite authors and their stuff is usually 'asdfghjkl; /SMASHES YOUR GRAMMAR' by making small chunks of sentences that have a lot of impact xD So at least I'm glad it's made an impact of you of making it seem more real or whichever~ ♥
I'll try not to take too long!
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also if the whole of it seems kind of rushed, the timing and everything, I do apologize D: I wanted to show maybe more of.. a whirlwind romance? if OP wants things slowed out and spanned across a bit more I can ♥
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“So what do you do for a living?”
Eduard wants to choke on his cola. They're at a McDonald's, of all places, a cheap but rare treat he never gets.
“For a living? Nothing. Well, I go to school, if you count that...”
“You do?” A nod in response. “University?” A hesitant shake of the head. “High school, then? Just how old are you?”
There's that judging look that always comes. He braces himself for this, the deal breaker of their budding fly-by relationship. Eduard swallows down air nervously.
“Eighteen?”
“No...”
“Seventeen?”
Right on the mark. Eight years between them, and Nikolaj just continues to stare. “When I was your age, the last place I hung around was sketchy clubs with guys like Lars.”
“No. From what I've heard, you just hung out with the man himself.”
Nikolaj laughs, taking another bite of his hamburger. “Yep. Too true on that one, I guess.”
Eduard smiles and he laughs as well. The moment of relief washes over him.
“So what are you good at? Like, your best subject?”
“Oh... No, see, ah... I'm kind of..” He bows his head, his shyness showing through, not wanting to say how much of a bookworm he is. “Things... things like math, calculus... And I really enjoy.. social politics and economics...”
“Pretty nerdy list you have going on there.”
He grins and laughs again regardless, and Eduard doesn't care. He would put up with all the mocking in the world just for a chance to stay around Nikolaj.
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“You have to put more passion into it! Like he's doing!”
Raivis didn't like being told what to do. It was only something he put up with now, for their sake.
His head was too busy dealing with dizziness than listening to Alfred. Toris was holding his hips tight, slamming into him, filling the fifteen year old and fucking him hard.
The Latvian's knees were weak. He doubted that his legs would spread any further for Toris, as much as he couldn't deny that this was one of those times that sex sex felt good.
“Toris, let Raivis get on top of you. Maybe it'll help him out.”
The only reason Alfred knew their names was their loudness in passion before, he was the only one who knew all their names. Toris stopped moving, all for pulling out of the small Latvian. He groaned at the lack of heat against his slicked up member, but he turned around and sat against the bed.
Raivis was quickly straddling his hips, and it took no more encouragement before he was lowering himself back down. He knew this part well enough, guiding himself and sliding down slowly, his head tilted back. The teen was trying to moan, but found himself too out of breath.
He settled his hips, nails raking down against the Lithuanian's chest. Toris grunted slightly, keeping his cool about it all. Biting down against his bottom lip, he tried to help steady the shaking boy.
“Put your head into it, kid! He's your brother, and you were just able to confess your true feelings for him before being overcome with passion... You've wanted to fuck him for ages, at least look him in the eyes!”
They both let Alfred drone on while Raivis tilted his head back down, the smallest whimpers leaving his lips. Toris gripped harder on to his hips, moving the Latvian slowly at first, before Raivis couldn't help but carry it on himself.
In truth, they liked this a lot more than the old men they couldn't trust. They could enjoy themselves for one, and Raivis couldn't even help but admit it felt good-not that they'd do this on their own, getting paid for it was their main motivation. Precum was glistening and dripping slowly down his length.
“P-please, Toris, touch me...” He meekly mumbled, gasping as the other quickly obliged. Toris wrapped his fingers around the other, slowly pumping them up and down with his own hips furiously slamming up to meet the smaller boy's uncoordinated bucking.
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“Yeah, just like that...”
“H-hn, big brother, I think...”
“Raivis...” It was no more than a whining breath when he felt his own need bubble over, gasping as he released his seed. It quickly began to fill up the condom, and he let go of Raivis' hips, one hand gripping onto the bed sheet. Raivis stopped moving himself, impaling himself fully against the brunette and grinding his hips with need against his body.
It wasn't too far after Toris that the blonde came too, his mouth open and head thrown back again as the thin streams of sticky cum splattered against his own stomach and Toris' hands.
They stayed entirely breathless twined together for a few minutes more.
Alfred shut the view window on his camera.
“That was great, you guys! Too bad your other brother couldn't come by, would have been perfect if you both took turns sucking him off. But that was great!”
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“So, where do you live?”
“Around... somewhere.”
It was nice to be walking around, his stomach full of food Nikolaj paid for like a teen trying to impress his date. They were walking without an aim, but for now, not having a purpose seemed fine.
“Around?”
“Yeah.”
He was being vague on purpose, where Nikolaj just chuckled.
“Who lives around with you? Don't your parents get worried when you're out late?”
It was almost laughable to the Estonian now as well, but he resisted the temptation. It wasn't like the other could have any idea just how fucked up his situation really is.
“Well, I have two adopted... brothers, I guess. I was adopted too... So my parents don't really mind that much. They get money from the government for taking care of me, but they.. still make me work anyways, so... They're more about money than sympathy.”
“I thought you said you just go to school for a living.”
There was a sudden sad smile that flashed across Eduard's lips. The Dane didn't push any further.
“Well, my folks are dead too. Car crash. I have two half brothers, but they moved off to Sweden and Norway, and well... It's hard going without people when you were used to having them there.”
“Oh.” A silence. “I'm sorry. Mine died in a crash too...”
“...Well, I mean, my parents died a few years ago.. I was on my own in college still, but... it was still weird. And they did? Imagine that...”
Eduard nodded in understanding. He stopped on the sidewalk, frowning, even when Nikolaj wrapped an arm around his waist. There wasn't a touch in the world enough to comfort either of them.
“Sorry... Didn't mean to just upset you more.”
“No.” He blinked, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. “I'm not upset. It's just.. unfair.”
“Mm.” Nudging Eduard, he looked upwards. In the dark and polluted city, it there wasn't a single star in sight. The night sky even showed off a sickish yellow-green hue, thanks t the overabundance of lights.
“You know, back in Denmark? If you look up at the sky like this... There's more stars than you can count.” He winked to the younger teen. “I've tried.”
“Oh?” Eduard looked up as well. “I grew up... in southern Estonia. The sky there was nice too...”
“Well, where I lived, you can go near a coast and don't even have to look up. Just see all the stars reflected on the Baltic Sea.”
“...Sounds wonderful.” Eduard remembered the Baltic Sea. He didn't often go out to the coasts or beaches, but he did remember so many things he didn't actually recall with fondness about it. “I wish I could see it one day...”
They'd even looked out at the same sea before, perhaps, was the oddest thing.
“You will!” The sudden outburst of optimism startled the Estonian. “We could skip rocks on the water.”
Eduard chuckled.
“Hey, you do know though... Denmark used to own Estonia or something, right?”
With a vague recollection of something like that in tattered history books, he nodded.
“Isn't that weird? Our ancestors might have known eachother.” The Dane laughed again, pulling the other close, although Eduard couldn't make out why it'd be a happy subject.
“I wouldn't blame them for wanting to own you guys though. Not if they're all like you.”
“...That's a terrible thing to say, Nikolaj.”
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“What? Me? Nah, never.” He turned toward him, apologetic look written on his face. He hugged the Dane, shutting his eyes, nestling his face-however awkward it was with his glasses on, he didn't care-against the other's neck. “I just wish I could see the Denmark that you know.”
“Some day.” Nikolaj murmured, a bit surprised at the hug. He let him nuzzle against the crook of his shoulder and neck, stroking the short blonde strands of hair. “Someday you will.”
“With you?”
“Who else.”
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Toris meets him with an outstretched hand.
“...I did mention that my regular in town was Lars, right?”
His two pseudo-brothers look out of breath and flushed still, and the look on the brunette's face made the taller boy cringe.
“No. I don't believe you did.”
Lies, lies, and more lies, when he's never had cause in his life before to lie, period.
“Well, he only really... wanted to get wasted and high and...” That look of disappointment. Eduard has to look away from it. It's not like he can't tell there's a wad of cash in Toris' jeans, Raivis' as well. “...I ended up having to babysit him all night. I'll get money from him tomorrow, though!”
“Eduard. I know that... You don't want to do this. None of us do. But we can trust you, right? We can trust that you're at least trying?”
“I am, Toris! I promise.”
He doesn't promise. He doesn't mean it at all.
A knock on the door. Their time is up.
“You'll try tomorrow, right Eduard? You'll try harder. You'll do everything you can.”
He'll let him think it. He nods, heading to the door first, turning his back to them.
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“So were you a good little boy tonight, Raivis?”
Ivan addressed the smallest boy, observing the way he fidgeted.
The teen nodded, again and again, but the larger Russian still placed his hand down on top of his head, stopping him.
The weight was crushing, he smelled like vodka and cheap perfume, and Raivis gave a small whimper. Toris and Eduard stood silently beside him, but the Latvian was frightened of the times Ivan would meet them at the door.
Sometimes they have to just throw the money on the counter top and get to head to sleep. Other times are like this, and they hate these times.
“Y-yes sir. We did good, I promise! All of us!” He hesitates a bit longer after he says that. He looks over at Eduard, subconsciously, just a flicker. He's not pulling his weight the way we are, it reads, and Ivan reads it well.
He has the sweet smile when he lets go of Raivis. He heads to Eduard, gazing up and down, more judging and not settling like the guys they often spend their time with. Eduard grits his teeth, forcing himself to look at his fake father.
“All of you? Even you, Eduard?”
“Yes. Even me.” A falter in his tone, a tense of his muscles, Ivan spots them all. “I did contribute.”
“But you said he was going to pay you tom--”
There's a chill through the air even before the Latvian finished speaking. Ivan smiles sweetly to him, patting the top of his head once more.
“Aren't you a sweet little boy, Raivis? Go ahead to bed.” He croons, and there's such false kindness in his words that Raivis flinches still. The blonde gives one long look at the other two and he rushes off to tattered bedsheets and pillows bare of any filling.
“S-sir, Raivis had it wrong, Eduard did contribute, the money I gave you, h-he--”
“If you're trying to cover for him, you'll severely regret it.” Ivan curtly responds, straightening his back and standing up to his full potential. He's at least a head taller than Eduard, and they're both intimidated by different degrees for different reasons.
“Really, I--”
Eduard tries to talk the same time Toris does, bumbling, but the Russian's voice cuts them out.
“Twice.” He looks at the Estonian, a small sneer on his lips. “You'll earn twice tomorrow what Toris brought home tonight or you'll be sleeping on the streets for a month.”
“Twice?! But that's... It's... It's impossible.”
The smile in Ivan's eyes never faltered.
“Sir, but that's--”
“Toris, you and Raivis will stay home tomorrow.”
Eduard's mind was reeling.
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I... I'm kind of speechless here. There are really literally no words to describe how perfectly horrible this is. I mean I'm forcing you to write something so horrible and yet it's so so perfect. I mean the conversation between Eduard and Nikolaj, and and that movie scene, and Ivan ... and ... Oh God !
I must say that I would not want this story to end yet But I don't want to be selfish and put author!anon into uncomfortable position, I mean... I'm not sure how much you enjoy writing this, if it makes you feel bad to continue for too long then I don't mind if you keep up the speed you've chosen for now. I really love this story no matter what.
And I love you too for doing this. I really do. <3
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I can't wait to see what happens next, and what Nikolaj will do when he finds out what Eduard does!! Although I'm kind of surprised he didn't guess it when Eduard came onto him so fast; maybe he secretly suspects it but isn't sure? Ooo ooo I'm loving this XD
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Poor Estonia. Poor Latvia. Poor Liet. Poor everyone. ; ;
I love this fill so much.
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small warning before hand but errrr, this is a 10 page long update. Out of 24 pages. >_>;;; geh.
huuuge update oh my god I'm sorry. This update now amounts to a third of the story. xD;;;
anon1 from previous update, hopefully this will clear stuff up you're wondering.
OP, I am so glad you like it so much because I really do love writing this ♥ Don't feel like you're forcing me! Estonia is.. my favorite character to torture and do bad things to ;x; And I wouldn't expand so much on it if I didn't love it xD;;
warnings for noncon, blood, and.. random bouts of prostitution? /ahem
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He heads right out after dinner. Ivan catches him, reminds him of his debt, and forces him out of the door on his hands and knees.
The debt he doesn't even owe, he's going to try and work off.
Raivis says stupid things sometimes. It's an accident, he's a kid, Eduard forgives him. It wouldn't be too bad even if only Lars really did owe him money, instead, he's starting fresh and out of luck.
It never stops him as strange, why he's on a mad dash to earn Ivan's good graces. He's been filled with a dependency on him, he struggles to get close to him, to maybe see a genuine smile for once-he's always smiling anyways, even if the smile meets his eyes, there's something dead and cold behind his eyes.
All Ivan does is tear at his hair, kick at him when he's down, starve him, make him into a whore, and then puts him and his brothers to bed all with a kiss on the forehead.
It's confusing to say the least, this abusive love given out in strict conditions.
He leaves them not knowing if they're up or down and tell them that outside of Russia, they would be nothing. That they may have led good lives before, but now they're old and worn and there is no other line of work for them.
Useless.
Nothing.
Ivan gives them a home at least, a false pretense of love.
It's still light out, Eduard likes that. The sun is setting slowly on the former Russian empire, and he can't help but adore the orange and blue hues.
It's a bit too early for business. The regular club isn't even open yet, but he hangs around a hotel, his worn old green jacket open against the cold air, all to show off his tight black sweater. He's left his hair unkempt, realizing not many go for the nerd type, and he winks and smiles at old balding passing by, beckoning to the tourists that he'll never see again.
Someone has to want him.
His answer comes in the form of another guy, maybe in his mid thirties, Eduard can't really tell. But he looks nervous, and clients being nervous usually means it's their first time.
He croons softly in the guy's ear what he can do, how much it will cost him, all the formalities of the trade. Eduard watches the older man's Adam's apple as he swallows nervously, gripping Eduard's hand so hard he nearly fears his bones will break.
The man doesn't take him back inside to the hotel, probably afraid of the boy he's buying time of questioning his wife's luggage.
It's okay though, even if it isn't, he's used to it.
He gets walked down the street, until they turn into an alleyway. Eduard gets his back shoved up against a cold brick wall, and he breathes heavily, looking down at the shorter man, a bit wide-eyed.
Confused at least until he's kissed, roughly and testing, and the other is feeling his hands up the Estonian's shirt. He grimaces at the cold hands, but the man is going wild over the feel of his smooth and taut skin.
The customer knows what he wants and he takes it, unbuttoning Eduard's worn bluejeans, pulling them off of his slender hips before he pulls out of the kiss and his mouth is down elsewhere.
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