Cold Truth 2/4
anonymous
February 1 2009, 06:06:36 UTC
“This is... Vilnius. But, but why...?” He looked up quickly. Russia's expression hadn't changed, though now his cheeks were lightly red, probably enjoying the brunette's reaction.
“I said it was yours, didn't I? Since the beginning. I was so sad when you left my house, but all I could do was try and help you... It's hard, you know, when you're not there. I can't protect you like I want to. And look what happened.” The tallest nation made a gesture, as if, 'what can I do?'. Lithuania flushed now. Russia was right about part of that. When it came to military power, there was no better than having him at your back. But the price... “Ah, this means I can visit when I want, right?”
“I told you since the beginning, you can visit when you like.” Lithuania nodded, taking the key into his hand and feeling its warmth. The key to his heart, it was finally his again! Slipping it safely into his pocket, he chewed his lower lip. “But Ivan... I have no way to pay you for this...” He shook his head slowly.
“Oh, I have papers and things for you to sign-but those are for later! Look,” Russia slipped off his gloves, and his hands set about undoing his coat next. Lithuania tensed when it was slipped off, tossed over the couch casually. But Russia only rolled up one sleeve, where a bandage was wrapped tightly. Unwrapping it, he revealed a gash on the underside of his arm, from the bend of his elbow and almost to his wrist, slanted. Lithuania frowned, worried at once. “This is what I got for it. Do you think it will scar?”
“I... I hope not.” Liet shook his head, taking Russia's arm gingerly into his hands to get a better look. “...If you treat it well enough, it might not...” Even if he said that, the wound looked rather deep. “You should keep this covered.”
“I hope it scars.” Russia said quietly, as if he hadn't heard anything that the brunette just said. Lithuania glanced up, confused. “If it scars, I can remember what I did to protect you.” He explained. The smaller nation tried not to frown. He didn't like the idea of Russia getting hurt for him, and he didn't like the notion of the blond showing off his scar to him whenever he wanted something. But, Russia wouldn't do that... right? He knew how much it affected the brunette, how sensitive he was. America had even said he visited to check on him while he was there... “Ohh, but you should give me something in return, yes?” The blond was continuing. Lithuania's breath caught.
“...You know I have nothing,” He breathed, eyes half-closing. “Except myself. My people can't afford anything else right now. Will I be enough?” He could tell by the way that Russia's violet eyes clouded over that he had chosen right.
“That's just what I wanted~.” And the blond pulled the brunette close against him, rougher than anything meant for a loving touch. One hand around the smaller nation's waist, and one behind his head as he tiled it back. Lithuania winced a little, feeling that tall and solid body against his own for the first time in some nineteen years.
“C-careful..!” He chided, an unhappy expression crossing his face. He was still independent after all, and not something to be claimed. Russia frowned as if he didn't understand, the hand behind his favorite's head moving instead to cup his cheek. “I-it's been a while... we should go slow...” Liet tried to explain.
“Ah, but... I don't want to wait any longer...” Russia whined. He leaned down to seal his mouth over the smaller nations, holding him close as he did. Lithuania's lips opened obediently to the tongue that demanded entrance-and not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Slowness and Russia's over-eagerness aside, Lithuania was almost ashamed to admit that he wanted this just as much. It wasn't his fault, his body had been trained by this impossibly pushy nation. Soon he was pressed tightly against the blond, gasping for breath between their kisses as he clung to Russia's shirt.
Cold Truth 3/4
anonymous
February 1 2009, 06:09:49 UTC
It was amazing how, when you became used to being close with someone, your bodies somehow learned to fit. People often mistook it for some other meaning, but you simply learned how best to get comfortable when laying or sitting against that person, creating the illusion of a missing piece of a puzzle that had finally been returned. They also knew how best to stimulate a response... And in no time, the two nations were rubbing against each other as they kissed. Russia's arm that had been around Lithuania's waist moved so that his hand could freely touch.
Fingers pressed to Lithuania's lower back, finding and touching scars there. They traced them through the now damp shirt, feeling the heat from underneath the thin material easily. It caused the smaller nation to arch into the taller body, a groan spilling from kiss-swollen lips as he gasped for a stolen breath. It seems in all this time, Russia had never forgotten that weakness. Russia never forgot how Lithuania tensed and arched into whatever he was facing when they were touched. How he would gasp and groan quietly as they were traced, being surprisingly sensitive for scars. And Lithuania would never forget Russia's heated whispers one night, soon before his independence, when the blond had explained why he touched them.
“They're not meant to hurt you anymore, Toris. I made them to keep you with me, but I never meant to hurt you. So let me soothe them now. Let me touch them, and remind you that they are my love and not my hate.”
In a sort of twisted way, it made sense to Lithuania. The Russia that he knew in the past was strong and sometimes overbearingly playful, but he hadn't been particularly vindictive or cruel until that day. Things had only changed more and more following that horrible year, and Lithuania had left soon after the worst part of it. And the love that Russia spoke of, it was frightening and always too strong. But it was also the first and only true feeling that had been expressed to Liet, outside of childish adventures and mutual comfort. Russia wanted everyone in his household, the entire world. Yet his obsession was strong enough with Lithuania that he hurt him in order not to lose him.
But he was independent now, Russia and his bosses had confirmed it! That meant that Russia wanted him whether he was part of his household or not. He could be one with him without the oppression. This thought more than anything led him to reciprocate Russia's actions right now. Russia was his only ally after all, the only one willing to defend him, fight for him. To shed blood because he knew that Lithuania wouldn't. Clothing was shed as they made their way up the stairs, to Lithuania's small room. Their shoes and pants littered the bedroom floor, Lithuania's own being tugged none to gently from him as they reached the bed. He'd lifted his hips to aid the movement, reminding Russia once again to be gentle even if it was a waste of his breath.
And once he was laid out on his own bed, Russia's hands were running over every memorized inch of his skin. He knew the places that made the brunette arch and writhe, and he went straight for them. Kisses to his neck, up close to his ears. The gentle caresses to the insides of the smaller nation's thighs that would get the Lithuanian to spread those long logs of his so that he could fit up between them. And Lithuania spread them willingly to accommodate those wide hips, sharing breath as their faces hung inches apart. With coaxing, Russia even took the time to prepare him. Not as much as the brunette would have liked, but he didn't complain any further. This was mutual, and free.
And when the larger nation slid into him, even as he had to remember to breathe and relax, he felt nothing but grateful for the blond nation. They were careful of Russia's wound of course, but Lithuania never forgot about it, and what it meant. Russia's thrusts were every bit as hard and fast as they were when they were together, and somehow Lithuania had even missed the small bit of pain that accompanied them. He could forgive anything right now. The calloused fingers wrapping around his full arousal were generous, and Lithuania gave in to them as he already had in so many other ways, crying out the other nation's name as he came.
Cold Truth 4/4
anonymous
February 1 2009, 06:11:14 UTC
And afterwards they lay tangled in the sweat-damp sheets, and Lithuania felt his body relaxing more than he had been in years. Russia sat up, gently lapping at the cut on his arm which had begin to bleed slowly. The brunette smiled fondly, reaching up to touch the blond's arm lightly. “You should let me treat it.” He said softly. But Russia shook his head, smiling.
“Ah, no time. I have to go... But I have papers for you to sign. They're in my coat, downstairs.”
“Papers?” Lithuania frowned slightly, having forgotten their mention.
“Of course! A non-aggression past between us.”
“But, we already have...”
“Oh, but this one's a little different.” Russia explained, reaching out to run his fingers through Liet's damp hair lovingly. Lithuania felt a coldness spark up in the middle of his chest, and his heart began to beat a little faster. “You see, you have Vilnius back, but you need help to protect it. Also, the region is pretty unstable, so we're going to help with that as well. It's not much, just about 20,000 of my children. They'll keep you safe for me, Toris.” His smile was much too sincere for what he was saying, and Lithuania wondered if he understood the gravity of those words at all.
It's not that it was all a lie, but that simply, independence wasn't free. Lithuania had shown weakness in not pushing Poland out of his house sooner, and now that weakness was being exploited. The only one who had come to his aid was the one who wanted him most, and it was only natural that he wouldn't stop with this. The coldness in his chest grew painfully tight, and Lithuania closed his eyes as he felt tears welling up. 20,000 soldiers at strategic bases, there was no way that they intended on going home anytime soon with the way that things were heading farther south of his home. 20,000 to 'protect' him now, and how many more later? Russia slipped from the bed, pulling on his pants. He leaned over to press a long, warm kiss to Lithuania's temple.
“I'll leave the papers on the table downstairs, Toris. My boss' want them soon, alright? I'll come back to get them~.” His smile was clear in his voice. “And then, maybe we can do this again... I missed it so much you know.” He was petting Lithuania's hair again, and the brunette pulled the sheets tighter around himself. “Though you know,” Hot breath fell over his face as Russia's whispered, “It was so much easier when we shard a house...” Another kiss. “Sleep well, Toris.” And with that he left.
As the warmth left behind on the bed began to fade, Toris curled up with the sheets, letting himself cry silently. He had thought that it would feel better, sharing his bed with another independent nation. But the only nation that he wanted in his bed was also the one that threatened his independence the most. He felt used, and tricked into this, even if it hadn't meant to be that way. Russia's feelings for him were real, his wound and the smile he had when he gave back his favorite's precious capitol said as much. But now that he was back inside of the largest nation's reach, there was no escaping it. This would only be the beginning.
Re: Cold Truth 4/4
anonymous
February 1 2009, 06:54:47 UTC
Liet!Anon, I hope you take it as the compliment I mean it to be when I say that I can't usually read your fics. You write their dynamic so well, and so vividly, that it makes me feel woozy and sick, and I have to literally go lie down in another room for a while. It's really nice to see a piece from you where Lithuania is independent, consents and wants to be there (hard as it is for him to admit it to himself, and even if that feeling is spoiled by the end), so that I can read your lovely writing without getting too depressed.
Re: Cold Truth 4/4
anonymous
February 2 2009, 17:51:34 UTC
This is the other Liet!Anon (who's been busy writing non-Liet fics lately, -_-) I'm ashamed it took me so long to read and review this but would you believe if I told you I was keeping it aside to savor and read later? I love your writing so much, but you already know that. However, I especially like your dark stories. Just letting you know that those have fans too.
'Russia wanted everyone in his household, the entire world. Yet his obsession was strong enough with Lithuania that he hurt him in order not to lose him.' I LOVED this line. It explains Russia's mindset and the essence of his relationship with Liet so well. Halfway through the story I was thinking Russia was sincere, that the only thing he'd wanted was a romp with his dear Liet. How wrong we both were. And you played that so very skillfully. The moment papers were mentioned again I knew things were going south. Poor poor Lithuania. I don't know why I enjoy reading about his angst so much. He's my favorite character. Maybe reading (and writing) too much about Russia has rubbed off on me. ^_^
“I said it was yours, didn't I? Since the beginning. I was so sad when you left my house, but all I could do was try and help you... It's hard, you know, when you're not there. I can't protect you like I want to. And look what happened.” The tallest nation made a gesture, as if, 'what can I do?'. Lithuania flushed now. Russia was right about part of that. When it came to military power, there was no better than having him at your back. But the price... “Ah, this means I can visit when I want, right?”
“I told you since the beginning, you can visit when you like.” Lithuania nodded, taking the key into his hand and feeling its warmth. The key to his heart, it was finally his again! Slipping it safely into his pocket, he chewed his lower lip. “But Ivan... I have no way to pay you for this...” He shook his head slowly.
“Oh, I have papers and things for you to sign-but those are for later! Look,” Russia slipped off his gloves, and his hands set about undoing his coat next. Lithuania tensed when it was slipped off, tossed over the couch casually. But Russia only rolled up one sleeve, where a bandage was wrapped tightly. Unwrapping it, he revealed a gash on the underside of his arm, from the bend of his elbow and almost to his wrist, slanted. Lithuania frowned, worried at once. “This is what I got for it. Do you think it will scar?”
“I... I hope not.” Liet shook his head, taking Russia's arm gingerly into his hands to get a better look. “...If you treat it well enough, it might not...” Even if he said that, the wound looked rather deep. “You should keep this covered.”
“I hope it scars.” Russia said quietly, as if he hadn't heard anything that the brunette just said. Lithuania glanced up, confused. “If it scars, I can remember what I did to protect you.” He explained. The smaller nation tried not to frown. He didn't like the idea of Russia getting hurt for him, and he didn't like the notion of the blond showing off his scar to him whenever he wanted something. But, Russia wouldn't do that... right? He knew how much it affected the brunette, how sensitive he was. America had even said he visited to check on him while he was there... “Ohh, but you should give me something in return, yes?” The blond was continuing. Lithuania's breath caught.
“...You know I have nothing,” He breathed, eyes half-closing. “Except myself. My people can't afford anything else right now. Will I be enough?” He could tell by the way that Russia's violet eyes clouded over that he had chosen right.
“That's just what I wanted~.” And the blond pulled the brunette close against him, rougher than anything meant for a loving touch. One hand around the smaller nation's waist, and one behind his head as he tiled it back. Lithuania winced a little, feeling that tall and solid body against his own for the first time in some nineteen years.
“C-careful..!” He chided, an unhappy expression crossing his face. He was still independent after all, and not something to be claimed. Russia frowned as if he didn't understand, the hand behind his favorite's head moving instead to cup his cheek. “I-it's been a while... we should go slow...” Liet tried to explain.
“Ah, but... I don't want to wait any longer...” Russia whined. He leaned down to seal his mouth over the smaller nations, holding him close as he did. Lithuania's lips opened obediently to the tongue that demanded entrance-and not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Slowness and Russia's over-eagerness aside, Lithuania was almost ashamed to admit that he wanted this just as much. It wasn't his fault, his body had been trained by this impossibly pushy nation. Soon he was pressed tightly against the blond, gasping for breath between their kisses as he clung to Russia's shirt.
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Fingers pressed to Lithuania's lower back, finding and touching scars there. They traced them through the now damp shirt, feeling the heat from underneath the thin material easily. It caused the smaller nation to arch into the taller body, a groan spilling from kiss-swollen lips as he gasped for a stolen breath. It seems in all this time, Russia had never forgotten that weakness. Russia never forgot how Lithuania tensed and arched into whatever he was facing when they were touched. How he would gasp and groan quietly as they were traced, being surprisingly sensitive for scars. And Lithuania would never forget Russia's heated whispers one night, soon before his independence, when the blond had explained why he touched them.
“They're not meant to hurt you anymore, Toris. I made them to keep you with me, but I never meant to hurt you. So let me soothe them now. Let me touch them, and remind you that they are my love and not my hate.”
In a sort of twisted way, it made sense to Lithuania. The Russia that he knew in the past was strong and sometimes overbearingly playful, but he hadn't been particularly vindictive or cruel until that day. Things had only changed more and more following that horrible year, and Lithuania had left soon after the worst part of it. And the love that Russia spoke of, it was frightening and always too strong. But it was also the first and only true feeling that had been expressed to Liet, outside of childish adventures and mutual comfort. Russia wanted everyone in his household, the entire world. Yet his obsession was strong enough with Lithuania that he hurt him in order not to lose him.
But he was independent now, Russia and his bosses had confirmed it! That meant that Russia wanted him whether he was part of his household or not. He could be one with him without the oppression. This thought more than anything led him to reciprocate Russia's actions right now. Russia was his only ally after all, the only one willing to defend him, fight for him. To shed blood because he knew that Lithuania wouldn't. Clothing was shed as they made their way up the stairs, to Lithuania's small room. Their shoes and pants littered the bedroom floor, Lithuania's own being tugged none to gently from him as they reached the bed. He'd lifted his hips to aid the movement, reminding Russia once again to be gentle even if it was a waste of his breath.
And once he was laid out on his own bed, Russia's hands were running over every memorized inch of his skin. He knew the places that made the brunette arch and writhe, and he went straight for them. Kisses to his neck, up close to his ears. The gentle caresses to the insides of the smaller nation's thighs that would get the Lithuanian to spread those long logs of his so that he could fit up between them. And Lithuania spread them willingly to accommodate those wide hips, sharing breath as their faces hung inches apart. With coaxing, Russia even took the time to prepare him. Not as much as the brunette would have liked, but he didn't complain any further. This was mutual, and free.
And when the larger nation slid into him, even as he had to remember to breathe and relax, he felt nothing but grateful for the blond nation. They were careful of Russia's wound of course, but Lithuania never forgot about it, and what it meant. Russia's thrusts were every bit as hard and fast as they were when they were together, and somehow Lithuania had even missed the small bit of pain that accompanied them. He could forgive anything right now. The calloused fingers wrapping around his full arousal were generous, and Lithuania gave in to them as he already had in so many other ways, crying out the other nation's name as he came.
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“Ah, no time. I have to go... But I have papers for you to sign. They're in my coat, downstairs.”
“Papers?” Lithuania frowned slightly, having forgotten their mention.
“Of course! A non-aggression past between us.”
“But, we already have...”
“Oh, but this one's a little different.” Russia explained, reaching out to run his fingers through Liet's damp hair lovingly. Lithuania felt a coldness spark up in the middle of his chest, and his heart began to beat a little faster. “You see, you have Vilnius back, but you need help to protect it. Also, the region is pretty unstable, so we're going to help with that as well. It's not much, just about 20,000 of my children. They'll keep you safe for me, Toris.” His smile was much too sincere for what he was saying, and Lithuania wondered if he understood the gravity of those words at all.
It's not that it was all a lie, but that simply, independence wasn't free. Lithuania had shown weakness in not pushing Poland out of his house sooner, and now that weakness was being exploited. The only one who had come to his aid was the one who wanted him most, and it was only natural that he wouldn't stop with this. The coldness in his chest grew painfully tight, and Lithuania closed his eyes as he felt tears welling up. 20,000 soldiers at strategic bases, there was no way that they intended on going home anytime soon with the way that things were heading farther south of his home. 20,000 to 'protect' him now, and how many more later? Russia slipped from the bed, pulling on his pants. He leaned over to press a long, warm kiss to Lithuania's temple.
“I'll leave the papers on the table downstairs, Toris. My boss' want them soon, alright? I'll come back to get them~.” His smile was clear in his voice. “And then, maybe we can do this again... I missed it so much you know.” He was petting Lithuania's hair again, and the brunette pulled the sheets tighter around himself. “Though you know,” Hot breath fell over his face as Russia's whispered, “It was so much easier when we shard a house...” Another kiss. “Sleep well, Toris.” And with that he left.
As the warmth left behind on the bed began to fade, Toris curled up with the sheets, letting himself cry silently. He had thought that it would feel better, sharing his bed with another independent nation. But the only nation that he wanted in his bed was also the one that threatened his independence the most. He felt used, and tricked into this, even if it hadn't meant to be that way. Russia's feelings for him were real, his wound and the smile he had when he gave back his favorite's precious capitol said as much. But now that he was back inside of the largest nation's reach, there was no escaping it. This would only be the beginning.
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'Russia wanted everyone in his household, the entire world. Yet his obsession was strong enough with Lithuania that he hurt him in order not to lose him.' I LOVED this line. It explains Russia's mindset and the essence of his relationship with Liet so well. Halfway through the story I was thinking Russia was sincere, that the only thing he'd wanted was a romp with his dear Liet. How wrong we both were. And you played that so very skillfully. The moment papers were mentioned again I knew things were going south. Poor poor Lithuania. I don't know why I enjoy reading about his angst so much. He's my favorite character. Maybe reading (and writing) too much about Russia has rubbed off on me. ^_^
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