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It was a thought, fleeting, just like everything else around and in him. He hadn’t lost consciousness; he knew it because he was still aware and could think. But he had no longer control over his body, had become a rag doll. All body parts limp and malleable like the toy Russia desired.
He sensed the larger nation around him, the hills and valleys of his body surrounding him, encompassing him in heat and softness. Somewhere in the far recesses of his mind he registered being picked up, pulled out of the snow, and carried like a sleeping child toward a place of dimness and warmth. Warmth was all around him once again and his awareness clung to it even as his body couldn’t.
More soft places. He felt his cheek touch a pillow and the rest of his body being placed on a cushiony surface. Hands arranged his limbs on a mattress on his front, and then the feeling of being encompassed was back. There was heat, and more heat, penetrating his muscles like spears of lightning. His body soaked it up, like a dry sponge absorbing moisture and still craving more. He felt Russia move his body around him and pull him close, pull him underneath himself so that every inch of his naked form was covered by the big bulk that lay over him. Lithuania had always had issues with Russia’s cuddling. The way Ivan liked to hug made him think he wanted to swallow him whole. He felt suffocated and restrained, as if he didn’t exist and had become part of Russia, the way the Russian always prophesized about him.
But now…with his body all numb, his heart frozen and the beginnings of a seizure showing in his muscles he didn’t wish for anything else. Just someone holding him, wrapping him in warmness and security and a comforting pressure that would hold him down and keep him from shivering too badly.
Feeling came back slowly. It was painful at first. He gasped and struggled, trying to endure the burning of his thawing muscles. When movement brought the shivers back he simply stopped and whimpered a little louder. Russia’s arms tightened around him, holding him near to ease the writhing. Russia’s mouth was close to his ear. “Shh, shh, it’s all right, it’s all right. You’re safe now.”
Safe. The word was foreign and so inappropriate here. Its meaning had changed so much it was mangled out of recognition. ‘Safe’ had once meant freedom, a sense of independence and defense for himself and his loved ones. Safe was when he fought alongside Feliks on the battlefield and had the strength to put a sword to the throat of the one who threaten his friend. Safe were the rye fields, the sunshine, the miles and miles of free land he and Poland had shared.
Now, here…safe meant not being cold to the point of hypothermia. Safe was when he wasn’t bleeding from somewhere and having to worry about staining the sheets. It was being whole enough to do his chores, being able to hide things from Latvia to keep the boy from crying in his bed at night.
He shifted his body to one side and when he felt the large hands move to cover his chest he sighed. It came out more as a moan and Toris closed his eyes and basked in the relief it brought, so much sweeter and more appreciated after the hell he had experienced today. Russia seemed to sense his contentment as he leaned closer over his shoulder - still clinging tightly to his back - and whispered again, “Oh Toris, how much I love you. Look how good we are together. I know we did what we intended to. There is no way you could deny how amazing this feeling is. You and I, fitting together like this. There is no way you would want to leave me after this.”
Lithuania half opened his eyes and let out another faint sigh. The words were too much for his brain to process so he just let them pass, let Russia’s voice wash over him as he enjoyed the gift of room temperature and soft fabrics.
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“See how good it is when you follow my lead. You must let yourself become a part of me, Toris, so that both of us could be complete. You are lost and alone without me you know, like a puppy left out in the snow.”
‘And how is being a dog at the end your leash better?’ He didn’t voice the thought though, not wanting to lose the pleasant feeling of Russia’s hands and the cover of Russia’s body.
“I want to help you, Toris. I want to complete you, make you all you could be. You are mine Toris, and I’m willing to do whatever is necessary, as many times as it’s needed, to make you see that.”
The young man was being lulled by the soothing motion of Russia’s body when he felt the other’s hands on the back of his hips, kneading and pulling. He thought about opening his eyes and voicing a protest, but the logical side of his brain told him there were no grounds for it. After all Russia wouldn’t do anything rash; he was just trying to comfort him, to will back life into his frozen pet so that he would be reanimated.
The hands reached around and pressed on his belly, and soon there was a knee pushing against the inside of his thighs to spread them apart. Alarm rang in his head and the next sound that came out of his mouth was tinged with fear rather than pleasure. Russia didn’t notice, or he simply ignored it, and suddenly Lithuania’s wet boxers that had been the only article of clothing he had worn that day were pulled off of his legs and disposed somewhere on the side of the bed. The Russian man adjusted his weight, still pinning his smaller companion to the bed. His hand was now fumbling with something in his own pants and Lithuania had no trouble guessing what it was. When the contour of Russia’s hardness pressed between his buttocks he let out another sound, this time a cry.
Russia’s hand came to stroke his hair and face, like a deranged guardian comforting a frightened child. He said, “Shh, I said you were safe. Why are you trembling so hard? There is nothing to worry about. Don’t we do this all the time? You must be used to it already.”
The knee parted his legs more, insistent in providing an opening for the large -too large, too large, oh so large- member that was making its way between his cheeks. Lithuania’s breath hitched, and he struggled to speak but he couldn’t get anything other than a moan past numb lips. Russia mistook it for something else and smiled, making encouraging noises as his hand lifted the smaller man slightly off the mattress for easier angle. Liet’s brain chanted no, no, no, God please no when the hard cock finally found his entrance and breached it, turning his next exhale into a yelp.
“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Russia droned, “Don’t be scared. Let me prove to you how much your body craves this, to be a part of me, even though your head always gets confused.”
Tears welled up in Lithuania’s eyes once again - he didn’t know he still had any left - as Russia’s hand found his limp member and began rubbing it to life. It was like electricity zapping through him. He didn’t want it but had no strength to fight it, just like with the giant member that was slowly, inexorably, spearing his body to the point of breaking.
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Russia kept up the easy trusting for a while after he came, just lazily sliding in and out of Lithuania until he was completely spent. Lithuania didn’t know whether he slipped out or not, just that his hands came back to move over his face and hair, to touch the places that were far past dead. Russia’s mouth once again found his ear and he heard his voice like the frozen wind blowing over dry steppes.
“My love. You’re my best friend. How can I not ask you to be merciful to me? Because Toris, my dear, if you leave me my heart will surely die.”
Yes, his heart, the black, icy block in his chest would break into a million pieces and scattered in the winds. So to keep Russia’s heart alive he had to stay, even past the point where everything in his own body was already dead and gone.
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This turned out much darker than I expected, but since the prompt was ‘casual rape’ and not ‘casual sex’ it couldn’t be helped. I’m not one who believes a rape victim could ever enjoy the experience so that’s why poor Liet gets it so bad in this story. Hope all you Liet fans would forgive me. I actually love the adorable guy very much believe it or not.
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The things that got to me the most were the "gift of room temperature and soft fabrics"- as though such things should have to be a gift- and Liet's gratitude for the warmth at all, never mind where it came from. Also, the two paragraphs about the word safe? Just absolutely devastating. The first by itself would have been enough, but then you added in the second, and my heart broke all over again.
Amazing job, author-anon. <3
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I'm so tempted to write more for this pairing. Too bad I have a lot of work piled up and my back is hurting after all the writing I did last night ^_^. But I love this insane pairing for sure.
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