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“It’s very nice!” The Canadian blurted out automatically. It was not an exaggeration. The house appeared to formerly own by a well off peasant family, and many of its furniture was still in place inside of the house’s three small rooms. Ivan probably had a very high ranking in the Bolsheviks organization, if he were capable of having this place all to himself.
Ivan dropped Matthew onto one of the kitchen chairs and lifted up his chained hands. “I will free you, but you are still prisoner. If you run away, I will need to punish you, yes? Very, very much.” Ivan emphasized as a mildly twisted expression appeared on his features. It took all of Matthew’s will-power to keep a straight face at the threat.
“I understand, “Matthew said in a falsely calm tone. “I don’t think I am capable of successfully getting anywhere alone, so I have no interest in fleeing.” The last statement, despite how Matthew wished it otherwise, was true.
“Good! Good!” Ivan giddily pulled a key from his pocket and removed the shackles. “You will make such wonderful company, Matthew. We will be great friends! I was so bored and lonely…everybody is gone or not my friend anymore…but now I have you~!” He fell back into his chair. “If you could speak Russia, you be a perfect friend!”
“Ivan…I need to say this now.” Matthew shifted uncomfortably, hoping to get this conversation out of the way at the beginning. “You must understand, I am still your enemy. Regardless, of our friendship, Canada will never become Communist, and we don’t agree with your movement…”
“Ah, I’ve got the perfect idea!” Ivan blurted out, seemingly oblivious to Matthew. “You are cold, yes? Yes you are. Sit still for a moment…” The Russian dashed out of the room, resembling a small child despite his giant size. He returned a moment later, a pile of brown clothes in his hands. “Take off your clothes please~”
“What?” Matthew bolted out of his chair, his face matching his hair colour. “No, I am really not cold. It’s fine.”
“If you are shy, I will do it myself.” Ivan grinned sweetly, completely serious. “You must. You will die of terrible cold disease, if you do not.”
“No I won’t die, I’m not cold-“Matthew blurted out, but paused once he realized Ivan’s face was unchanging. Sighing angrily, he tried to take the clothes from Ivan so that he could go around the corner and change, but the Russian remained standing at the doorway, blocking his path.
“Da?” The Russian cocked his head to the side innocently. “What wrong? Why slow?”
“F-Fine.” Matthew grumbled, his face completely flushed red. He turned around and quickly took off his boots, gloves and overcoat first, carefully setting them to the side. He paused and glanced in Ivan’s direction, biting his lip when he realized that Ivan was staring right at him.
He removed his shorts last while doing his best to keep his composure and not reveal how embarrassed he was by this. However, his face was still bright red.
Once he was in his underwear, he quickly turned to Ivan and held out his hands. “Okay!” He shivered, it was really cold in the house.
Ivan slowly handed him the clothes, the same unchanging smile still on his face.
Matthew rushed with putting the new clothes on. The overcoat and shirt had very traditional Russian stitching on it, and from their smell and size were most definitely Ivan’s. Both Ivan’s shirt and coat were airy and baggy on Matthew’s body, and the coats collar hanged low on his chest. After Ivan’s pants slipped off when he put them on, Matthew contended to just wearing Ivan’s shirt and overcoat, which bagged down to his ankles.
Matthew had to admit that the new clothes felt much more comfortable than his old ones. The thick clothes were soft, warmer and much cleaner, although they still stunk mildly of vodka.
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“Put the clothes in the other room please~” Ivan stated, gesturing to the bedroom doorway behind him. Matthew bundled his clothes together and walked into the other room, the heavy jacket swishing as he did. Not sure if opening up Ivan’s cupboard was a good idea, he chose an inconspicuous corner to place his folded clothes.
As he leaned down to fold the clothes Matthew held the jacket edge to his mouth, breathing in. Ivan really did smell good, he admitted shyly to himself, and as he had thought years and years ago, the Russian really was quiet beautiful…
The Canadian frowned and forced his thoughts to stop there. Realizing that he had daydreamed and lost track of time, he quickly dashed back into the kitchen area.
When he entered, Ivan had set a kettle of water over the lit hearth, and was sitting in front of the fire on a bench. As Matthew entered the room Ivan grinned and looked the Canadian over. “Ah, finally you look Russian! If you talk Russian, you would be perfect Russian~” He looked day dreamily towards Matthew for a moment, before coaxing him forward with a piece of bread he held out. Matthew was about to sit beside him when Ivan shifted onto that spot. “No no… sit right here.” He said, motioning to his lap. Matthew froze, embarrassed, “I’ll only give you the food if you do. Otherwise I’ll eat it myself and you starve~”
Matthew gave Ivan a frustrated look, hoping that this was a joke and certain that Ivan was trying to insult him. The larger man stared innocently back, as though nothing was wrong.
“Fine…” Matthew blushed deeply as he sat awkwardly onto Ivan’s legs, trying to keep his footing as he made as little contact as possible. Fortunately, Ivan said nothing of this, and instead just handed the food to him and patted his head, before biting into own his bread.
Matthew did the same, and frowned as he tasted the bread. The quality was clearly not very good at all, much worse than even the bread he had on the Western Front, but at least it was something to put into his stomach. They sat eating in silence for several minutes, and although Matthew felt awkward at first, he gradually started to calm down and lean back into Ivan, too tired to deal with any embarrassment.
He snapped awake however when the kettle boiled, and stumbled up when Ivan made no move towards it. Ivan already had the tea supplies set out, so it took Matthew only a few moments to make it. However, as he prepared the tea memories of Arthur, his home and innocent times long, long before The Great War flashed into his mind. He felt his chest become heavy, and he swallowed nervously. He was tired and confused, and he was letting himself become carried away with his emotions, he quickly rationalized. Finally done with making the tea, he carried the cups towards Ivan and reluctantly sat down again, carefully handing the cup to Ivan.
They sipped the tea in silence as well, although this time Ivan wrapped one arm around Matthew’s chest, effectively holding him in a half-hug. Matthew began to find the silence even more awkward then the previous time (although Ivan probably thought nothing of it) and he hoped to distract himself from the depressed memories running through his mind, so he spoke up.
“How long do you intend on keeping me?”
“For as long as the Canadians remain stationed in Russia, so it may be one week, or two months~ They will most definitely lose, and I will be certain to free you once they show signs of leaving. After all, your presence with the Canadians is not essential right now, and Arthur and the others have assumed you are dead, yes? They probably think you will reappear safe at home one day.”
Matthew clutched at the cup, looking down at the wood. “I would prefer to go home sooner…”
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“I am your enemy, and Canada will never become apart of this!”
“Of course you say that now. But you cannot say for sure; the world has never seen Karl Marx's system in action yet. And no...Matthew was once my enemy, now your own opinion does not really matter…your just a pet Canadian doll with no role for now.” Ivan pressed his chin onto the top of Matthews head as he squeezed him tight.
Matthew hissed, trying to ignore the statement. “C-Canada does not believe in the Bolshevik parties’ beliefs; the Communist system is flawed, and so we sided with the Whites to grant Russians the democracy we have known, and to potentially become trading partners with the Russians, to help improve their living standards.”
“I highly doubt that is the only driving motivation…and most certainly not you’re your only interest.” Ivan said, suddenly reverting back to a disturbing gentle-ness as he stroked Matthew’s silky hair once putting his teacup to the side.
“Eh?” Matthew gasped, confused as he shifted away from the touch. “No there isn’t…”
“You did this to get Arthur’s, and Britain’s attention on you by aiding him, and also prove yourself to be strong enough to act without his leadership…You’re so focused and attached to him, it’s adorable. Although he cares for you, you both have different concerns and are so far away…it will never turn out well…” He giggled and without warning scooped Matthew up on his lap, forcing the nervous Canadian to look up at his face. “But you know all this, da?”
Matthew felt his eyes become watery, but made no attempt to wipe them for fear of making his upset obvious. “That’s not true….”
“Don’t lie.” Ivan warned, before reverting back to his sweet voice. “Life was very lonely for you~ with Arthur so far away and always fighting with your older brother. It must have felt so painful at times...” He smiled sweetly. “It must still be, and probably always will…”
Matthew wished he would stop as he felt tears roll down his cheeks, his face flushed red. He now let himself scrub fiercely at his eyes. “I-I hate it…” he whispered, not able to talk any louder without cracking his voice.
“I grew up the same way as you, and I was very sad as well...but…we are next door, and my country will finally interact with more as it spreads out and takes other countries under our wing…we are so close to each other…we can easily avoid this sadness…Russia will protect you and truly watch over you…we will prosper and you will be equal under Karl Marx’s structure….”
Matthew knew Ivan was wrong, he knew that they would never, ever be treated as an equal, and that everything he offered was impossible and would not happen. However, this knowledge of unavoidable loneliness only increased the loudness of his sobs, and his body quaked from a sorrow he had not expressed for his entire long life.
“Karl Marx’s teachings, it will make me happy, because it will make my children happy and stay with me….you would be happy too...our countries would become the paradises of the world…we would never suffer loneliness and isolation…”
Matthew said nothing, but instead continued to sob and whip at his face.
Through his bleary eyes and bad eye-sight due to his removed glasses, Matthew noticed that Ivan’s face had darkened significantly. “I used to have at least…them…for company…but…I watched them all die. Their blood and screams and crying which sounded so much like yours…but it all stopped. Like the silence that would exist if I snapped your neck at this moment, or shot your face in….” Matthew jerked away while still sobbing, disturbed.
“But I wouldn’t do that…because you’re my doll right now, you’re not an enemy…you can’t do anything…”
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Ivan wrapped his giant arms around Matthew and let the two be bundled together. “My children were foolish….I will never let this happen again….You will help, right Matthew?” He whispered into his ears.
“I…I...would like to…I guess I want to help you…but… I have Arthur…and Alfred…and my own people.” He took in a shuddering breath, revealing how much this fact bothered him. “...I do not think Communism is a good system, and regardless of how lonely I am, for the sake of my people, I will never be as selfish as to help bring a flawed system into my country. I will try to improve your people’s well beings when I can….but as long as Communism fails we will never become Communist ourselves.”
“I…I would like to…but I have Arthur, Alfred…my people…I do not think Communism is a good system, and despite how lonely I may be…for the sake of my people I cannot support it…” He took in a shuddering breath. “I will try to help improve your people’s well beings, but as long as Communism fails we will never become Communist ourselves.”
“But if we succeed?” Ivan continued, stroking Matthew’s hair. “If Russia and all the other Communist nations join together and becomes a paradise on earth?”
“Well…if Communism makes your country perfect…then maybe yes…but-“
“That would be wonderful! You know, Karl Marx and Lenin are very smart people! We will succeed~ and you’d have Toris, Ravis, Edward, my sisters and everybody else who might join us as our family! We’d all be so happy, we’d never be lonely…”
“I would be happy?”
“Yes ~ Yes, you would be very happy! You’d have all of us to visit, rather than just Arthur on the other side of the Earth-“Ivan grinned sweetly, before suddenly bringing his face close to Matthews. “And you’d be one of my favorites, you know~”
Matthew blushed, and leaned back slightly. “I would…?”
“Yes, you’re stubborn, but so very sweet and gentle~ unlike so many other people~ you’d make an excellent companion for me!” Ivan rested his head on Matthews shoulder.
“I-I guess so….” Matthew sighed. Although he loved him, Arthur could be over ally rigid and serious at times, without the capability to find humor or appreciate the child-like activities of life. Although he truly enjoyed being around Arthur, he always felt like he needed to hide a part of himself in order to be around the man, and to prove himself as a proper British colony. However, in the few times when he visited Ivan before The Great War began, he was left feeling like he could safely be himself for the first time. He had a great deal of fondness for the proud Russian because of that, and as he stood out in the snow feeling alone, he would sometimes think of Ivan and wonder if he was doing the same at that moment.
Ivan suddenly brought his lips down onto Matthews, effectively breaking his thought process, and after a moments debate Matthew shyly let it linger. The Canadian let the Russian lead, as he was not confident in his abilities to do anything right at that moment, after being so very emotional, and Ivan probably wanted to have complete control anyways.
Ivan’s tongue forcefully moved into Matthew’s mouth. It felt warm, very warm, interesting and…relaxing. Ivan tasted mildly of vodka and the tea they had just drank, and although their tongues dueled for dominance for a moment, Matthew quickly let himself back off and give the Russian control.
Their lips parted a moment later and Ivan moved back, his violet eyes meeting Matthews own bright eyes of the same colour. He smiled childishly at the Canadian, who returned the smile, before the Russian began to lick the area of his neck and shoulder. Matthew squirmed and moaned quietly, enjoying the sensation, and carefully massaged the back of the Russians head in response. The Russians hair felt silky and soft in his hands.
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Ivan responded with a hard bite on Matthews shoulder, and slowed down the pace of his rubbing even more. Matthew cried out but obediently stayed still, gasping quietly at the teasing touches and licks of the Russian. He fumed, realizing that all of this attention was Ivan’s form of teasing him.
Ivan giggled into Matthew’s skin as the Canadian attempted to control himself, which only turned the older man on even more. Growing impatient, his large hands finally brushed over the bulge in Matthew’s crotch lightly, causing the Canadian to gasp and buck into his hand.
He smirked, and moved the hand away again from Matthews throbbing member, which caused the Canadian to moan unhappily. The Russian slowly unbuttoned Matthew’s long Russian shirt, but paused to think halfway down. Matthew gaped in annoyance at this, and reached over to Ivan’s shirt to work away at unbuttoning it.
He managed to get one clasp undone before the Russian slapped his hands away and swung the Canadian over his shoulder, causing Matthews lower regions to rub pleasantly against Ivan.
The Russian dropped Matthew onto the cushions of his bed roughly and carelessly, before he fumbled around in the cupboards while humming. Matthew watched him move about the shadowed room with the limited eyesight he had, and had taken off his shorts in time when something clacked as Ivan placed it on the side-table.
Moments later he was pinned against the bed by the Russian, and gasped as Ivan impatiently reached underneath the shirt and began to slowly stroke his erect length. Matthew moaned and bucked his hips with each pass of the hand, and although he wanted to voice a hovering concern, it was effectively silenced when the Russians mouth met his nipple, causing him to arch and kick out his feet, losing all dignified control of his body against the sensations.
Ivan used his spare hand to explore Matthews exposed chest, enjoying the feeling of his rough hand against Matthews pale soft skin. Soon enough, his hand found Matthews second nipple and pinched it, eliciting a surprised cry from the Canadian, and a low laugh from the Russian.
The Russian stroked Matthews length some more, which caused the writhing Canadian to tense and clutch at the thick blankets beneath him, certain he was about to come.
However, at the last moment Ivan moved his hand away. Matthew whined sadly and desperately, but Ivan sighed angrily at him. “So selfish…You need to learn to think of others Matthew~”
Matthew wanted to give a snappy retort, but could only bring himself to gasp out “Sorry….I’m really sorry…” He didn’t want to wait any longer, so arguing with Ivan was not in the cards.
“Don’t worry! I’ll make sure you learn one day too~” He unbuckled his pants and let them slid down, freeing his erection from his pants pressure. He removed his long coat and under shirt afterwards, and Matthew watched as he reached over to the bed’s side table to grab the tin canister from earlier. Realizing what Ivan was doing, Matthew moved himself into position. Ivan dipped his fingers into the thick fluid and covered his own member with it, before bringing his fingers back down between Matthew’s legs.
He slipped one finger past Matthew’s ring of muscle and inside of him, and after he waited a moment, a second finger. Matthew hissed slightly from the burning sensation it brought, but tried to force himself to relax. Eventually Ivan inserted a third finger, and began to scissor the fingers to stretch the muscle. He hummed softly to himself and observed Matthews face, as Matthew hissed and winced harshly from the fingers movement, trying to force himself to relax for both of them. He did not want to disappoint Ivan.
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“Yes…I am really sorry.” Matthew gulped, thankful that Ivan would be this gentle with him. He doubted that it was the natural tendency of the man, and he had to wonder if, or when, Ivan would change on him. Matthew thought that Ivan’s small moments of rough-ness he had experienced were rather fascinating. After all, how bad could it get?
“Good~ Good ~” Matthews questioning thoughts were interrupted when Ivan’s erection pressed against his entrance. He was very large, but he eased himself inside, moaning when he felt Matthew’s tight warmth. He allowed Matthew to adjust to him for a moment, before he began to thrust repeatedly into the blond.
Matthew felt himself close to the edge, and rocked against Ivan’s hips in an attempt to make things more pleasant for him. Ivan slammed hard into him in response, and broke into a steady thrusting rhythm, hitting the correct nerves each time.
Matthew withered and moaned in pleasure, feeling him self about to come. When he did orgasm, he yelled out Ivan’s name, shooting white liquid between the two.
Watching Matthew’s orgasm and feeling him clamp down around his member, Ivan lost control and came deep inside of Matthew immediately after. Exhausted, the Russian pulled out and thoughtlessly collapsed on top of Matthew.
The smaller man gasped and feeling himself suffocating, panic ally squirmed his way from underneath Ivan. After what felt like forever his head emerged from Ivan’s shoulder, and he took in several exhausted, quickened breaths.
“That was…Oh wow…” He eventually managed to say in between gasps.
A moment of quiet breathing passed before Ivan rolled off of Matthew and turned around to face him. “So….Now you see one reason why you should join me, da?”
“That…” Matthew yawned, his thoughts fading as his eyes began to droop. “Please…not...right now…..” He shut his eyes completely, and snuggled closer to the Russian.
Ivan grabbed the comforter and pulled across it across both of them. He moved closer to Matthew afterwards and wrapped his arms around the Canadian.
As Matthew rested his head on the Russians chest and drifted to sleep, he heard the Russian whisper. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure I can take care of you eventually~”
Matthew was too tired to find any meaning in it, and simply let him self fall asleep.
Thankyou so much for reading this! Please remember to comment; I would love you greatly! Also, Ivan would return Matthew a week from now, when some Canadian troops closed in. As for what happened in-between that time is up to Anon~
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wonderful. Your writing style is short and
to the point, but easy to visualize what is happening. I like
how you have Russia be more protectve and- well- kind
then how he's usually portrayed, but still only foccussing on what
he wants.
NICE, NICE!
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You are very, very talented. I really enjoyed this fic and all it's deepness.
Oh, and the sex was hot too.
:)
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There were so many things I loved in this~! Good job!
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