Honey Catches More then Vinegar [1/2]
anonymous
January 27 2009, 23:59:48 UTC
Ivan knew what his boss wanted when he had been sent to China. The other nation was being torn apart by the European powers and Russia wanted what it could get from China. The Liaodong Peninsula and Manchuria had been a start but Ivan’s boss wanted more. So Ivan was there to stake a claim. One of the servants in the palace, once being told who he was, led him to Yao’s rooms. Ivan found Yao kneeling on his bed, dressed in a robe that seemed a bit too loose on him but Ivan dismissed that as it being tied incorrectly. He had come with little warning.
“Braginsky Ivan.” Yao spoke softly and lifted his head, looking at the Russian with cold eyes. There was little question as to why Ivan was there. There was only one thing other nations wanted Yao for these days and while his government was incompetent to stop it, Yao was still strong. Though weakening day by day but that was their allotment in life, to exist as long as their country existed.
“I wouldn’t bother standing.” Ivan started on the buttons to his coat, letting it hang open from his shoulders. Yao sneered at the suggestion and purposely pushed himself to his feet. He was smaller then Ivan remembered but he still held himself straight. Ivan let himself be impressed, that someone whose fate seemed to obvious still had so much pride. This would be more fun then Ivan had thought, there was no fun in going after someone already broken.
But despite all that pride and spirit it was easy for Ivan to shove him back to the bed. Yao landed on his stomach with a loud oomph and immediately started to push himself back up. Ivan beat him to it and placed one hand right under his neck, and with the other grabbed the neck of the robe.
“Let me go.” Yao breathed, suddenly frantic as Ivan started to pull the fabric down. It got Ivan by surprise, Yao had been so calm before but maybe it was the sudden realization of what was happening. “Ivan!” Yao yelled, trying to keep the robe in place but it didn’t matter what he tried anymore. Ivan simply tore the fabric off. He stared in shock at the smaller man’s back. Now he understood why Yao had panicked. The wound had barely begun to scar, and Yao’s struggles had reopened it in places making blood dot the surface of his skin.
“What happened?” Yao said nothing, and finally lay still under his hand. “What happened?” Ivan asked again, voice going cold at Yao’s obstinacy.
“Shimonoseki.” Yao answered sharply. “And Japan’s sword.”
Ivan’s hand slid away from Yao’s neck, to trace the edges of the wound. The tiny amounts of blood was smeared around by his fingertips, making it look even worse. “Kiku did this?”
“Aren’t you here to stake your claim too?” Yao took advantage of Ivan moving his hand by twisting around so he could look up and face Ivan. “Go on. I seem unable of stopping anyone anymore.”
Ivan stared back at the other nation, keeping his expression carefully neutral. Then he smiled and in a change from before, gently gripped Yao’s chin and brought him to his feet. Confusion tinged Yao’s anger and Ivan could still feel the resistance to even the simple tug. Ivan knew he wouldn’t take Yao forcibly anymore, not when being kind would get what he wanted so much better. And it’d make him feel better for his own part in hurting the other nation, though he would never admit that. He kissed Yao lightly, ending it after only a second. Yao’s eyes were wide now and there was such a mix of emotions that Ivan couldn’t even start picking them out. But he could pick out fear, Ivan was always able to recognize fear. He smiled sadly, knowing past actions by him had something to do with that.
“It’s ok.”
“Ok?” Yao asked a self-deprecating smile.
Ivan slid his hand to the nape of his neck, carefully drawing him forward into another kiss. This time he carefully coaxed Yao into kissing back, encouraging him to open for Ivan with small flicks of his tongue. Yao’s hands clenched in Ivan’s shirt, neither pushing him away or pulling him closer. Ivan tilted his head, allowing him to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue over Yao’s. One of his hands slid around Yao’s waist and carefully pulled him closer until their bodies were pressed flush together.
Honey Catches More then Vinegar [2/2]
anonymous
January 28 2009, 00:01:41 UTC
It was Yao who ended the kiss and immediately ducked his head so Ivan couldn’t see his face. “I’d prefer if you just took what you came for, instead of playing games.” He said almost too quietly to be heard.
Ivan smiled and suddenly lifted Yao and set him on the bed. The smaller nation was so light, too light if Ivan was any judge. Yao gave him a resigned look. “Turn over.” He ordered. Yao looked like he might argue so Ivan placed a hand on his hip and started to make him turn over. The torn robe fell apart to expose Yao’s back once he was on his knees. Ivan kneeled behind him and kissed the top of the wound. Slowly he licked away the blood that he had smeared over pale skin. The metallic taste sent a burst of arousal through him but he ignored it. He would get Yao, but not through sex. He was going to claim Yao in a way that would go much deeper. And if it helped him feel better then it was all for the best.
A short sob cut through his thoughts and he immediately straightened, not sure what he’d done to injure Yao further but wanting to fix it. Yao’s hair fell around his face, but the way he clutched at the sheets and the slight shaking of his shoulders was enough to see the tension in him. “Why?” He whispered. “Why are you doing this?”
Ivan blinked in surprise and reached over to brush aside the hair. Yao’s eyes were clenched shut, blocking out everything. “What do you mean?” He asked, truly confused by Yao’s sudden emotion.
“You come in here intent to harm and now…what do you want?” By the time he finished talking he was looking over his shoulder at Ivan. Without a word Ivan drew him into his arms, holding on tightly as the control that had allowed Yao to withstand abuse after abuse finally snapped. Ivan just held onto him.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered into the black hair, not sure if Yao even heard him or not.
Re: Honey Catches More then Vinegar [2/2]
anonymous
January 28 2009, 02:30:42 UTC
How deliciously twisted~!
I'm sorta glad this isn't the typical H/C when it's Russia doing the comforting. One part of this pairing that I like so much is the mind games on Russia's part.
Re: Honey Catches More then Vinegar [2/2]
anonymous
January 28 2009, 02:59:44 UTC
Aw, I'm not even a Russia/China fan, but this was very well written; I loved it. You're Yao is so cute, and you captured Ivan well in one of his saner moments. I don't remember the strip that showed us Yao's scar, it may not have been scanlated yet.
Re: Honey Catches More then Vinegar [2/2]
anonymous
January 29 2009, 17:04:43 UTC
Amazing.
Hurt/comfort/manipulation! Loved Yao's directness. Loved Ivan licking the blood. So hot and dark -- and there wasn't even any smut! Daaaaaamn I love this pairing so much. Awesome fill anon!
One of the servants in the palace, once being told who he was, led him to Yao’s rooms. Ivan found Yao kneeling on his bed, dressed in a robe that seemed a bit too loose on him but Ivan dismissed that as it being tied incorrectly. He had come with little warning.
“Braginsky Ivan.” Yao spoke softly and lifted his head, looking at the Russian with cold eyes. There was little question as to why Ivan was there. There was only one thing other nations wanted Yao for these days and while his government was incompetent to stop it, Yao was still strong. Though weakening day by day but that was their allotment in life, to exist as long as their country existed.
“I wouldn’t bother standing.” Ivan started on the buttons to his coat, letting it hang open from his shoulders. Yao sneered at the suggestion and purposely pushed himself to his feet. He was smaller then Ivan remembered but he still held himself straight. Ivan let himself be impressed, that someone whose fate seemed to obvious still had so much pride. This would be more fun then Ivan had thought, there was no fun in going after someone already broken.
But despite all that pride and spirit it was easy for Ivan to shove him back to the bed. Yao landed on his stomach with a loud oomph and immediately started to push himself back up. Ivan beat him to it and placed one hand right under his neck, and with the other grabbed the neck of the robe.
“Let me go.” Yao breathed, suddenly frantic as Ivan started to pull the fabric down. It got Ivan by surprise, Yao had been so calm before but maybe it was the sudden realization of what was happening. “Ivan!” Yao yelled, trying to keep the robe in place but it didn’t matter what he tried anymore. Ivan simply tore the fabric off. He stared in shock at the smaller man’s back. Now he understood why Yao had panicked. The wound had barely begun to scar, and Yao’s struggles had reopened it in places making blood dot the surface of his skin.
“What happened?” Yao said nothing, and finally lay still under his hand. “What happened?” Ivan asked again, voice going cold at Yao’s obstinacy.
“Shimonoseki.” Yao answered sharply. “And Japan’s sword.”
Ivan’s hand slid away from Yao’s neck, to trace the edges of the wound. The tiny amounts of blood was smeared around by his fingertips, making it look even worse. “Kiku did this?”
“Aren’t you here to stake your claim too?” Yao took advantage of Ivan moving his hand by twisting around so he could look up and face Ivan. “Go on. I seem unable of stopping anyone anymore.”
Ivan stared back at the other nation, keeping his expression carefully neutral. Then he smiled and in a change from before, gently gripped Yao’s chin and brought him to his feet. Confusion tinged Yao’s anger and Ivan could still feel the resistance to even the simple tug. Ivan knew he wouldn’t take Yao forcibly anymore, not when being kind would get what he wanted so much better. And it’d make him feel better for his own part in hurting the other nation, though he would never admit that. He kissed Yao lightly, ending it after only a second. Yao’s eyes were wide now and there was such a mix of emotions that Ivan couldn’t even start picking them out. But he could pick out fear, Ivan was always able to recognize fear. He smiled sadly, knowing past actions by him had something to do with that.
“It’s ok.”
“Ok?” Yao asked a self-deprecating smile.
Ivan slid his hand to the nape of his neck, carefully drawing him forward into another kiss. This time he carefully coaxed Yao into kissing back, encouraging him to open for Ivan with small flicks of his tongue. Yao’s hands clenched in Ivan’s shirt, neither pushing him away or pulling him closer. Ivan tilted his head, allowing him to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue over Yao’s. One of his hands slid around Yao’s waist and carefully pulled him closer until their bodies were pressed flush together.
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Ivan smiled and suddenly lifted Yao and set him on the bed. The smaller nation was so light, too light if Ivan was any judge. Yao gave him a resigned look. “Turn over.” He ordered. Yao looked like he might argue so Ivan placed a hand on his hip and started to make him turn over. The torn robe fell apart to expose Yao’s back once he was on his knees. Ivan kneeled behind him and kissed the top of the wound. Slowly he licked away the blood that he had smeared over pale skin. The metallic taste sent a burst of arousal through him but he ignored it. He would get Yao, but not through sex. He was going to claim Yao in a way that would go much deeper. And if it helped him feel better then it was all for the best.
A short sob cut through his thoughts and he immediately straightened, not sure what he’d done to injure Yao further but wanting to fix it. Yao’s hair fell around his face, but the way he clutched at the sheets and the slight shaking of his shoulders was enough to see the tension in him. “Why?” He whispered. “Why are you doing this?”
Ivan blinked in surprise and reached over to brush aside the hair. Yao’s eyes were clenched shut, blocking out everything. “What do you mean?” He asked, truly confused by Yao’s sudden emotion.
“You come in here intent to harm and now…what do you want?” By the time he finished talking he was looking over his shoulder at Ivan. Without a word Ivan drew him into his arms, holding on tightly as the control that had allowed Yao to withstand abuse after abuse finally snapped. Ivan just held onto him.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered into the black hair, not sure if Yao even heard him or not.
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I'm sorta glad this isn't the typical H/C when it's Russia doing the comforting. One part of this pairing that I like so much is the mind games on Russia's part.
Great job!
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Along with the Panda?/Russian!Bear?/Shinatty-chan? tattoo he has on his ass. LOL ♥ Oh China~
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Hurt/comfort/manipulation! Loved Yao's directness. Loved Ivan licking the blood. So hot and dark -- and there wasn't even any smut! Daaaaaamn I love this pairing so much. Awesome fill anon!
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