Containment [4/?]
anonymous
January 25 2011, 09:37:34 UTC
“Today it is that day, da?” Russia asked with that light glitter tone that was entirely at odds with the vicious throbbing on Canada’s left cheek. His fingers clenched in Canada’s hair so forcefully some of it came out at the root and Canada’s neck strained back with the Russian’s pull, a soft noise escaping his throat at the harshness of the angle.
“Kakoe Amerikanetz,” Russia whispered down to him, the hand that didn’t hold a death grip on Canada’s hair drifting down slowly - Canada instinctively tried to flinch away, but the movement only pulled more hair from his head and Russia’s touch was gentle, as it was. Soft fingers ghosted across the side of Canada’s face, stroking the area that Russia had just struck so tenderly that Canada’s eyes fluttered shut, and he wanted to cry.
Instead, he felt his cock start to stir to life with the gentle caress, and his head tilted slightly into Russia’s easy, soft motions.
When Russia’s bulk knelt in a loud rustle of leathers and wool, Canada tried to flinch away once more, but was held in place yet again by Russia’s firm grip in his hair. The look in Russia’s eyes was almost fond, and Canada felt his heart speed up, the throbbing in his cheek accelerating accordingly. The soft touching moved from Canada’s cheek and down his neck and shoulder’s - Canada went hot and cold alternatively with fear and arousal and he couldn’t look away from Russia, he couldn’t -
Russia leaned forward and Canada’s shoulder jerked reflexively as Russia leaned into his ear. “Mui mojem igriet kak ti hotchet, dorogoy,” the Russian whispered, each syllable incomprehensible and insidious, slithering into the Canadian’s ear like something wet and cold, and Canada’s arousal couldn’t decide if it wanted to die or grow. “Ya zniyo shto ti hotch, y bodou dite tebe. Ah, moy malinki Amerikanetz, ya lubyu tebe.”
It was entirely possible that America understood Russian, Canada thought distantly as Russia pulled away from his ear and took Canada’s lips in a kiss that was so tender that it stole Canada’s breath away - entirely at odds with the continued throbbing in his cheek and the slow, spreading pain. Canada, however, most certainly did not understand the Russian’s native tongue, the only word rendering itself comprehensible was Amerikanetz.
America. America. America.
Canada closed his eyes in shame at the repeating word in his head, made even more shameful by the fact that he’d played right into this. Russia pulled away with that slow kind smile again, the hand in Canada’s hair loosening as Russia stood up, leaving Canada disheveled and kneeling on the floor.
Movement on the left and Canada’s eyes followed it - and there it was, the pipe.
The world swam.
Stupid, Canada thought, his arms going weak at the sight of the faucet, weaker still as the Russian adjusted his grip and smiled again, the shiny metal pipe made so by Russia’s grip rubbing it smooth over the years. Stupid, stupid --
And it was there, the tiny echo in the back of his head, the one that America’s people seemed to have no shame in saying brashly with that hint of derision that drove Canada crazy, more at the constant dismissal in the tone than the actual words.
But it was the words that were true at the moment, as Russia smiled and the pipe rose and Canada realized that he was still half-hard of all things and Russia thought that Canada was a nation possessed of freakish strength and oh God Canada was suspended between mortal fear and arousal.
America’s voice echoed in his head and Canada had never so hopelessly agreed with anything more.
Re: Containment [Chapter 4 Translations}
anonymous
January 25 2011, 09:48:03 UTC
Kakoe Amerikanetz - "What an American." In Russian, "What an ____" is used to express general bemusement/impression.
Mui mojem igriet kak ti hotchet, dorogoy - "We can play as you want, precious."
Ya zniyo shto ti hotch, y bodou dite tebe. Ah, moy malinki Amerikanetz, ya lubyu tebe. - "I know what you want, and I'll give it to you. Ah, my little American, I love you."
I would have written that in Cyrillic, but I figure it wouldn't do much for people who, well, can't read Cyrillic. But rendering Russian words into English looks weird. Ach, the trials of fiction writing.
Fucking AWESOME
anonymous
January 25 2011, 12:40:10 UTC
HOLYFUCKINGSHIT*explodes
This...THIS. This, so damn much. I...man, I don't have the words. just YES. Fucking YES. Your Canada, so perfect in his complexes about his brother, his inappripiate feelings and getting into messes like this. Your Russia, so creepily wonderful, between terrifying and adorable at all times. Your America, so nailed in voice and poise. And the sex, it's incredibly awesome, how twisted it is, the fact that the couple has sex like this all the time (with the added bonus of America hurting Russia just as much and as happily, of course xD), but also the fact that Canada gets off on all these twisted things: the pain and terror, Russia being bigger than him, the only one who is, being confused for his brother, thinking of his brother in a sexual light dominated and taken by someone that has the strength and guts to do it, the mix of violence and tenderness, and the painful loneliness and sexual need he feels, the on-and-off erection that can't decide if it likes what's happening or not. And fuck, the added bonus of strength kink, absent here as a kink itself; the fact that Russia believes he's with someone who has it, and thus won't pull any punches...I wonder if he'll finally notice that way, when Canada is too beaten to respond or too easily taken down? It's all so fucking perfect ♥
not being the OP or you, I can't really influence much, but I'm begging you please not to make America or Russia in love with Canada, because the story is so much more powerful with Matt being so 'twisted' and feeling bad about it, for having inappropiate feelings about America, but also trying to pass himself as his brother, as an added complex kink. It's that "want to be you, want to be with you" that is getting to me so bad, he wants Russia's body, tenderness and kisses, and also getting noticed and probably laid (America), he wants to take his brother hard, make him submit, dominate him (Russia). He wants to be both lovers, and that's...wow. This works even better if Russia genuinely believes it's America and doesn't change focus and starts getting into it with Canada when he discovers the truth. The passing mention of Canada/Cuba only makes this ten times better, because Cuba is also communist lol
I officially love you. This is so wonderful so far! You have a way with words, Author!Anon. So far it's everything I could have hoped for. Poor Canada, you don't know what you're getting yourself into! Everything about this is amazing.
And thank you for not writing in Cyrillic. It's a pet peeve of mine in fics! XD
Re: Containment [Chapter 4 Translations}
anonymous
January 25 2011, 23:47:53 UTC
Hol-y shait this fill is riveting, riveting, most talented and amazing author anon. It's suddenly become my most anticipated fic on the meme, truly can't wait for more. Also I'm terrified for Canada D: <3
“Today it is that day, da?” Russia asked with that light glitter tone that was entirely at odds with the vicious throbbing on Canada’s left cheek. His fingers clenched in Canada’s hair so forcefully some of it came out at the root and Canada’s neck strained back with the Russian’s pull, a soft noise escaping his throat at the harshness of the angle.
“Kakoe Amerikanetz,” Russia whispered down to him, the hand that didn’t hold a death grip on Canada’s hair drifting down slowly - Canada instinctively tried to flinch away, but the movement only pulled more hair from his head and Russia’s touch was gentle, as it was. Soft fingers ghosted across the side of Canada’s face, stroking the area that Russia had just struck so tenderly that Canada’s eyes fluttered shut, and he wanted to cry.
Instead, he felt his cock start to stir to life with the gentle caress, and his head tilted slightly into Russia’s easy, soft motions.
When Russia’s bulk knelt in a loud rustle of leathers and wool, Canada tried to flinch away once more, but was held in place yet again by Russia’s firm grip in his hair. The look in Russia’s eyes was almost fond, and Canada felt his heart speed up, the throbbing in his cheek accelerating accordingly. The soft touching moved from Canada’s cheek and down his neck and shoulder’s - Canada went hot and cold alternatively with fear and arousal and he couldn’t look away from Russia, he couldn’t -
Russia leaned forward and Canada’s shoulder jerked reflexively as Russia leaned into his ear. “Mui mojem igriet kak ti hotchet, dorogoy,” the Russian whispered, each syllable incomprehensible and insidious, slithering into the Canadian’s ear like something wet and cold, and Canada’s arousal couldn’t decide if it wanted to die or grow. “Ya zniyo shto ti hotch, y bodou dite tebe. Ah, moy malinki Amerikanetz, ya lubyu tebe.”
It was entirely possible that America understood Russian, Canada thought distantly as Russia pulled away from his ear and took Canada’s lips in a kiss that was so tender that it stole Canada’s breath away - entirely at odds with the continued throbbing in his cheek and the slow, spreading pain. Canada, however, most certainly did not understand the Russian’s native tongue, the only word rendering itself comprehensible was Amerikanetz.
America. America. America.
Canada closed his eyes in shame at the repeating word in his head, made even more shameful by the fact that he’d played right into this. Russia pulled away with that slow kind smile again, the hand in Canada’s hair loosening as Russia stood up, leaving Canada disheveled and kneeling on the floor.
Movement on the left and Canada’s eyes followed it - and there it was, the pipe.
The world swam.
Stupid, Canada thought, his arms going weak at the sight of the faucet, weaker still as the Russian adjusted his grip and smiled again, the shiny metal pipe made so by Russia’s grip rubbing it smooth over the years. Stupid, stupid --
And it was there, the tiny echo in the back of his head, the one that America’s people seemed to have no shame in saying brashly with that hint of derision that drove Canada crazy, more at the constant dismissal in the tone than the actual words.
But it was the words that were true at the moment, as Russia smiled and the pipe rose and Canada realized that he was still half-hard of all things and Russia thought that Canada was a nation possessed of freakish strength and oh God Canada was suspended between mortal fear and arousal.
America’s voice echoed in his head and Canada had never so hopelessly agreed with anything more.
You stupid Canuck.
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Mui mojem igriet kak ti hotchet, dorogoy - "We can play as you want, precious."
Ya zniyo shto ti hotch, y bodou dite tebe. Ah, moy malinki Amerikanetz, ya lubyu tebe. - "I know what you want, and I'll give it to you. Ah, my little American, I love you."
I would have written that in Cyrillic, but I figure it wouldn't do much for people who, well, can't read Cyrillic. But rendering Russian words into English looks weird. Ach, the trials of fiction writing.
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This...THIS. This, so damn much. I...man, I don't have the words. just YES. Fucking YES. Your Canada, so perfect in his complexes about his brother, his inappripiate feelings and getting into messes like this. Your Russia, so creepily wonderful, between terrifying and adorable at all times. Your America, so nailed in voice and poise. And the sex, it's incredibly awesome, how twisted it is, the fact that the couple has sex like this all the time (with the added bonus of America hurting Russia just as much and as happily, of course xD), but also the fact that Canada gets off on all these twisted things: the pain and terror, Russia being bigger than him, the only one who is, being confused for his brother, thinking of his brother in a sexual light dominated and taken by someone that has the strength and guts to do it, the mix of violence and tenderness, and the painful loneliness and sexual need he feels, the on-and-off erection that can't decide if it likes what's happening or not. And fuck, the added bonus of strength kink, absent here as a kink itself; the fact that Russia believes he's with someone who has it, and thus won't pull any punches...I wonder if he'll finally notice that way, when Canada is too beaten to respond or too easily taken down? It's all so fucking perfect ♥
not being the OP or you, I can't really influence much, but I'm begging you please not to make America or Russia in love with Canada, because the story is so much more powerful with Matt being so 'twisted' and feeling bad about it, for having inappropiate feelings about America, but also trying to pass himself as his brother, as an added complex kink. It's that "want to be you, want to be with you" that is getting to me so bad, he wants Russia's body, tenderness and kisses, and also getting noticed and probably laid (America), he wants to take his brother hard, make him submit, dominate him (Russia). He wants to be both lovers, and that's...wow. This works even better if Russia genuinely believes it's America and doesn't change focus and starts getting into it with Canada when he discovers the truth. The passing mention of Canada/Cuba only makes this ten times better, because Cuba is also communist lol
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And thank you for not writing in Cyrillic. It's a pet peeve of mine in fics! XD
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<3
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