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"You seem to know already," Canada points off, annoyed and aroused.
Russia doesn't turn around when he bothers to reply, merely squeezing Canada's arm harshly, "You need keeping an eye on."
"As if I'm the one plotting to take over the world," and Canada knows he's said too much almost before the words leave his mouth, but for some reason he can stop them like he usually does.
His face meets the wall, and Russia's hand closes over his throat, and before Canada can get a breath in he is being kissed as he's truly never been kissed before, and Russia's thigh is grinding into his erection perfectly.
He tries to breathe and finds that he can't, noiseless moans working their way from his throat.
Canada gives up and lets his head hang in Russia's grip, and thrusts his hips against Russia's leg, humping him shamelessly as his erection grows almost painful, until he absolutely has to come.
Then he's gasping air and also cursing because Russia pulls away, leaving him horny and frustrated.
"Damn it," he swears, and flings himself at Russia, latches his fingers into the nation's hair, and pulls at it hard, forcing their mouths together and taking.
Russia hums and laughs against his mouth, frustrating him all the more.
His other arm curls around Russia's back, and up his shirt, petting Russia's exposed skin as he grinds their hips together, and then he's rewarded momentarily by a tiny, breathy sigh from Russia's lips.
"Oui, oui," Canada chants, and then Russia is laughing again, prying Canada away from him.
"You are very beautiful," Russia says, "More dangerous than even you like to think, yes? That Alfred is a fool not to see it."
"Yes, maybe, but that isn't important to the matter at hand, eh?"
"You would be surprised, Matthew," Russia says with a stroke to Canada's cheek.
"Maybe," Canada says again.
"Come to the bed now," Russia orders him, before narrowing his eyes, and adding, "And do not be fighting me like this again. Something bad could happen."
Canada's breath catches, and he feels himself nodding, and then Russia shoves him into his own bedroom.
Russia closes and locks the door behind him when he follows him, and by then Canada is already half-lying on the bed, hands planted firmly, and legs bent at the knee, watching the other nation carefully.
Canada's heart beats faster as Russia all but ignores him, turning his attention instead to the scarf wrapped many times around his neck. Russia's fingers reach out and begin the careful process of removing it, coiling it many times arms over arm until he can tuck the ends around themselves.
He places the whole thing atop Canada's wardrobe, and lets his fingers linger on it, speaking softly, "This was a present from my sister Ukraine. It is very precious."
Canada believes in that moment when Russia finally turns to stare into his eyes that he can see everything that went into creating this powerful, devious nation before him, and his heart stutters as he wonders yet again what made him let Russia into his home.
Russia's sweater and shirt are tossed hastily away by comparison, and it's a good thing that he doesn't seem to expect Canada to say much because it feels like his throat's been glued shut.
Finally Russia joins him on the bed, and rather than picking up their earlier, frantic actions, seems content to collect Canada into his arms so that they are facing each other, and press soft, fluttering kisses to his neck, collarbone, and chest. Canada's own eyelids flutter at the almost tickling sensations, and a restless feeling begins to build in his stomach.
He isn't usually impatient, but something about Russia's slow movements is driving him insane.
His fingernails dig into the blanket beneath him, and after a few more tortuously long minutes he shifts in place restlessly. Russia's change is immediate, and Canada bites back a yelp as dry lips turn to sharp teeth biting him hard.
"W-What was -?"
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His cheeks flare with warm anger at that, and he has half a mind to walk out, but the cool, wet sensation of Russia running his tongue across Canada's fresh bruises is enough to evaporate those thoughts. His head rolls back, eyes taking in the hazy ceiling, and he moans with regained arousal.
"Very nice," Russia says softly, "Such lovely skin."
"Thank you," Canada replies before he can stop, but these words, contrary to his bitten off question, merely cause Russia to lean closer to Canada's chest, and suck Canada's left nipple fully into his mouth.
"Oh God," Canada shouts, and then again, wordlessly, when Russia introduces his teeth yet again.
"Ah, p-please -" Canada stutters, and groans when Russia pulls off.
"Please what?"
"Please anything," Canada says, laughs really, though the sound is breathless and desperate, "Please make me come."
"Eager," Russia notes.
Canada watches him without breathing as the nation pushes his legs down flat against the bed, and spreads them, pushing Canada back until there's a good distance between them, and then Russia lowers his head to just above Canada's clothed cock, and asks, "Perhaps this?"
"Oh," Canada pants, "Oh, yes, please, Ivan."
"You will have to pay me back again, you realise? This is very special, what I am doing," Russia explains seriously, but Canada's mind is entirely on the fingers unthreading his belt and setting it aside, just on the nightstand, and something about that should frighten him, but Russia's already pulling off his pants and underwear.
Canada's mind is blank, lost in the freedom of his unrestrained erection. He struggles to keep his eyes on Russia, not allowing his elbows to collapse like they so desperately want to.
Russia tosses Canada's clothing away, and then returns to his earlier position, lips hovering just over the head of his cock. Canada's eyes roll and he shakes from the force of holding himself back from just thrusting up to meet those wide, perfect lips.
"Please," he begs again, and Russia's next exhale blows right down his shaft.
Canada moans, and shifts himself uncomfortably. Russia catches his gaze one last time before he swallows down the head of Canada's cock, and Canada is lost, eyes screwed shut and moaning over and over at the warm, deep pleasure of it.
Russia brings a hand up to rub at Canada's shaft, and just as Canada's about to climax, brought to the very brink by Russia's talented mouth, he squeezes painfully at the base of his penis, effectively stopping his orgasm.
Canada screams in frustration, and swears, "You're such a bastard, ah, God, please, please let m-me."
"Not as nice as you pretend to be," Russia sneers as he squeezes Canada again, nearly bringing tears to his eyes, and that's followed by a sharp slap to Canada's inner thigh.
"You would be far less polite, and you know it," Canada pants.
Russia stops, and then strokes up and down Canada's cock once before pulling away entirely. "This is true. You are very smart. But I want something different than what you do, and this is my present."
"Fine just, ah, please," Canada concedes, and strains upward against the air.
"No," Russia replies cheerfully, and Canada can just see him undressing himself fully, stripping out of his pants. "Now where do you keep your lubricant, Matthew?"
"Under the bed frame," Canada says hurriedly, patting the area of the mattress near his head, "Right here."
"How secretive," Russia says as he circles the bed, "Do you feel the need to hide this, Matthew? Is it something to be ashamed of."
Canada just laughs, shaking his head, "Oh no, but it's not the kind of thing to just announce, is it? Well, except in some circumstances, I suppose, eh, Ivan?"
"Yes, dear Matthew?" Russia asks, and if Canada just tilts his head he can kind of see him.
"What, I mean, would you tell me what you're doing?"
"Oh, nothing important, and here we are, see?"
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Russia kneels down between his legs again, and coaxes them to spread wider with a well-placed pinch. Canada winces even as he complies, sweating a bit at the reality of being so fully exposed to the larger nation.
Canada tries not to fidget as Russia slicks his fingers up with the lube, and makes a soft sound of surprise a moment later as the warming quality kicks in.
"Nice, eh?" Canada can't resist asking, a smile on his face.
Russia hums in agreement and nods, swirling a slick finger around Canada's hole and making him arch his back. "Yes. You are very surprising," he says, and then he's encasing his finger inside Canada.
Canada arches his back again, and moans softly, thrusting against the penetration. Russia continues to work him with just that finger, driving Canada crazy in the same way his soft kisses did, but Canada refuses to rise to the bait, not wanting to find out what kind of horrible punishments Russia can think of with his finger up Canada's ass.
Russia doesn't make note of his patience, but he does, finally, add another finger, working and stretching Canada's hole, making him all the more slick, and finally, finally one of those fingers crooks perfectly against Canada's prostate, and sends him moaning and panting against the blankets.
"Are you ready for me yet? Do you want me, Matthew?" Russia asks him, rubbing at that gland over and over.
Canada nods his head up and down, words lost in a string of moans.
Russia pauses, and orders, "Answer, or we will get nowhere."
"Yes," Canada pleads, still nodding his head because he can't seem to stop, "Oh, yes, yes, Ivan, I want you so badly."
"Ah, and you want this so much, I must give it to you. I am very kind, aren't I? Giving you everything you want, and never getting anything in return," Russia says, and pulls his fingers out slowly.
"You want this just as much as me, or you wouldn't have bothered," Canada says, regaining his breath in lieu of the stimulation, and barely noticing Russia's eyes narrowing.
"You are very ungrateful," Russia sneers, and Canada winces as the nation pinches his thigh again, "Your silly brother's habits seem to be catching. It is good thing you have me to straighten you out."
Canada's jaw tightens. "Ah, Ivan, just give it to me."
Russia shifts onto his knees until he's hovering over Canada's face, whispering to him, "Now I want you to plead for it. Just to prove that it is you who want it most."
"God," Canada sighs, letting his head fall back.
Russia doesn't move.
Canada wonders if he's ever going to get off, and the desperation curls hard in his stomach, urging him toward speaking, "Please, Ivan, please. I want you, I want you so much."
"Very good," Russia praises, relenting and pulling back.
Canada nearly shouts in happiness and relief when Russia slicks up his cock, positioning himself correctly, and leaning over Canada once again, one hand palming Canada's stomach, and the other supporting his wait.
"Please."
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But then Russia starts to rock and thrust lightly within him, rubbing up on Canada's prostate, and stars of pleasure explode behind his eyes, and he can't see even with his glasses.
Russia picks up speed at Canada's low urgings, and soon all words and thoughts are lose.
Canada thrusts his hips up to meet Russia's cock, and Russia's hand stroke lower down on his stomach, lower still until he's grasping Canada's cock and pumping him in time with his thrusts.
"Oh, oh," Canada moans, scrabbling at the blankets with his hands and toes.
Russia growls and shakes, thrusting ever deeper into Canada's ass, and Canada can't breathe yet again, because he's holding his breath without meaning to, and then that coil deep in his stomach winds tight and snaps.
Orgasm washes over him, and he feels himself spilling come all over his stomach and Russia's hand.
His body is still shaking when Russia comes, exhaling harshly against Canada's ear and collapsing onto Canada's chest, his body almost warm enough to be feverish.
Canada unknowingly reaches for Russia's hair, petting the sweaty locks out of the nation's eyes, and blinking rapidly as he tries to regain his breath even with Russia nearly crushing him. "Ivan?" he whispers in Russia's ear, and swallows nervously when his dark eyes open and pin themselves on Canada.
"Ah," he says after a terrifying moment of utter blankness, and then pulls himself out of Canada, and spoons up next to him, "You were very good, Matthew."
"Thank you," Canada replies, still fingering Russia's hair, "I'm glad."
Russia smiles coolly, and reaches up to knock away Canada's hand.
Canada's own smile falters, and he pulls his entire body back, saying slowly, "This was nice. Really, I. I enjoyed it."
"Good," Russia says with an entirely different smile, "Then perhaps you will be willing to share even more with me when I visit again."
"We'll see," Canada answers automatically, and shivers.
"Yes, good, very good," Russia says again and again, and pulls the bed covers over and around Canada, tucking him in and rendering him practically immobile. He falls asleep with Russia's hand on his shoulder.
He wakes up, and Russia is gone.
I have no idea if this is anything like what you wanted, OP, but the idea just sort of grew and grew until I ended up with this. Er. I'll just be over there hiding then. Please dun't kill me or anything, I'm a bit fragile.
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Don't hide, anon. I'm definitely not going to kill you... I'm thinking more along the lines of a hug. A really big hug. Hell, have my computer. Because you deserved it with this.
Seriously: the adorableness at the beginning, and Canada having no clue why he's letting Russia in, and Russia (so wonderful), and the HOT SEX, and... and... *squeals of happiness* You just made my night.
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I'll admit, writing Russia was super fun in this. He's a great outlet for my homicidal tendencies character! Haha, and to think I was swearing I would never write Russia/Canada smut only a few days ago. The hotness corrupted me.
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Oh, and hot smut, YES I THINK SO.
Well done.
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Russia's totally a ~selfless nation full of goodness~, and Canada's lucky to have him spying on him manipulating him watching out for him.
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Your characterization of Russia, and Russia and Canada's interactions were just so very, very perfect. Canada wasn't a total wimpy uke, and can hold some control and individuality against Ivan.
You're story is like, the most perfect Ivan/Matthew interaction fanfic I've read to date. It's really, really good~
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Russia's commanding tone (the "say you want me" moment, fuahhh) combined with his broken English is simply marvelous. I find both characterisations very very good. I'm quite Russia biased, so I enjoyed the "showing" his nature and the reminders of his danger as well as attractiveness.
Also the smex is amazing XD Thanks a ton for sharing!! <3
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