Re: Stolen Kiss 2/?
anonymous
April 18 2009, 15:32:25 UTC
“Arthur this, uh, thing is almost over, right?” he asked.
Arthur nodded, “I’m pretty sure, then we give someone a prize and drink these memories away,” he said in a hushed tone. Matthew nodded a fraction and went back to affectionately staring that the ceiling. It waved at him - he didn’t trust it.
All seemed well in the world, until Ivan went up on stage. Even delirious from the agony of watching previous contestants Matt’s brain told him all was not right in the world. Arthur leaned forward, an almost ill look passing over his face.
“They said he was going to be gone this entire week, those lying wankers-” he hissed. Ivan smiled serenely at them from the stage.
“Da, friend, I heard you were having a party, yes? With a prize too.” Purple eyes darkened momentarily, no longer reflecting the stage lights. “I am wanting, so I decided to try.”
Matt glanced at Arthur who was positively green by now, and then back at the stage when Ivan started to dance. Matthew marvelled at the inconsistencies of the Russian - he was large, but right now he seemed weightless and fluid. Never in a thousand years could Matt have imagined Ivan would actually be good at the dance his country was famous for and unfortunately, he was by far the best he had seen in the past two hours.
Arthur tried to murder the man from afar with his eyes, but to no avail as Ivan walked safely and quite smugly off the stage.
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Matthew followed Arthur puppy-like to backstage, trying to keep up with the other’s angry strides.
“W-well there’s not much we can do, eh? He was better than the other guys, I-I guess we have to let him win.” Matt said.
Arthur rubbed his temples. “Yes, I know, that is exactly why I’m panicking. If I had known this was going to happen I would never...” he trailed off, looking far away. The unease in Matt’s stomach increased tenfold, and he was getting desperately uncomfortable.
“Arthur? Why, what’s the prize anyways?” he asked, allowing the Brit to lead him to the gathered contestants. “Arthur?” he tried again.
“Well, thanks for actually showing up. You will never know exactly how much it pains me to admit this, but we’ve decided that the winner is Ivan.” He said in a flat monotone, ignoring the outrage at his statement.
“But, like, I was totally better than that Michelin man!” Feliks pouted.
“What, so you don’t like my singing after all? Well fine, couldn’t have told me that sometimes else, nooo, you had to embarrass me in front of everyone!” Alfred snapped, gathering up his jacket and bag hastily.
“No, Alfred - it’s not that, he just - look don’t be daft, don’t run away.” Arthur fumbled, about to go after the American when Ivan nudged him on the shoulder.
“Before you are leaving, my prize?” Ivan questioned, though it sounded distinctly like a command.
Re: Stolen Kiss 3/3
anonymous
April 18 2009, 15:56:26 UTC
Arthur swallowed as quietly as he could, keeping his eyes off Matt when he pushed the boy towards the Russian.
“Here. For 48 hours, it’s. It’s him.” Matt’s eyebrows nearly rose into his hair.
“What?” He said, gripping Arthur’s arm. “What do you mean the prize is me, I don’t think anyone told me. I-is that the reason why you got me to be a judge, so you could pawn me off?”
“No, you daft boy, it’s because-” here Arthur yanked him close to whisper, “you haven’t even been kissed yet, and it’s starting to get a little worrisome. That’s all. I didn’t expect Ivan to show up, or even win. I-I’m sorry.” He said, not quite looking Matt in the eyes.
“He won, did he? Did he? Well then he should get a shiny medal, not a person for 48 hours!” Matt snapped, pulling back so hard he accidentally knocked into Ivan. Immediately he stilled, tilting his head way up to look at the perpetually smiling blond. A hand as heavy as iron settled on his shoulder feeling remarkably like a death clamp.
“Da, so I have won you fair and square, yes? I am happy.” The hand pulled him backwards, leading him away.
“I-I-Ivan, I didn’t know that I was going to be a prize, c-can I...?” he stammered, unable to look right at his captor. Ivan dragged them far from back stage to one of the dressing rooms, shutting the door and pressed Matt against it. The Russian smiled a bit more, pulling Matt close.
“Net, I have won, fair. Be good, I am not wanting bad children.” He said against Matt’s cheek, dragging his mouth closer to his. Matt shivered, nervous and terrified as Ivan’s fingers danced along his neck and sides. How Arthur had found out he still hadn’t been kissed as beyond him but it wasn’t fair to have his first one sold out like this.
“B-but I don’t think you’d really want to-” The lips against his own startled him, and he was held in place tightly against the blond while the sensations went right to the base of his spine, a noise slipping out of him against his will.
He shouldn’t be so aroused, Ivan wasn’t even all that good-looking. He knew that. Ivan had a long nose and he was way too tall, what with the pale hair and the pale eyes and the pale skin, he looked washed-out. He was crazy and immoral and Matthew felt infiltrated, invaded: it wasn’t fair. His blood roared with new adrenaline and anger, grabbing Ivan’s hair hard with a yank and kissed him back. Ivan’s mouth opened hot and demanding against his, teeth cutting into his lip, and Matt pulled his hair and made a demanding sound of his own when he heard it Ivan moaned.
He pulled back sharply for a breath of much needed air, panting. He could see the shine of saliva on Ivan’s lips, and he was sorely tempted to kiss him again. Ivan smiled (not so creepy anymore, was he already getting stockholm syndrome?), sliding his hand under Matt’s shirt holding him close.
“First kiss, da? Are you certain?”
Matt tested the doorknob beside his hip, making sure it was locked before answering. “Well, you could always get a second opinion.” He suggested, satisfied when Ivan leaned in again.
All things considered, it was a pretty good first kiss. Stolen kisses seemed to need an accomplice, and Matt was willing enough to be that person for Ivan.
Re: Stolen Kiss 3/3
anonymous
April 19 2009, 08:16:25 UTC
It was actually really hard for me to get through that because I was laughing so hard. IT WAS AWESOME. I love love love that you made Russia do ballet (in my head, he's pretty damn good at it too)
Russia/Canada is becoming one of my favourite pairings, I have no idea what I should think about that.
Re: Stolen Kiss 3/3
anonymous
April 19 2009, 21:52:48 UTC
*jedi mind trick* This is the pairing you were looking for. I'm glad you thought it was funny, I tried to make it funny. Was he good at it? I thought of a very fat swan when I wrote it so it was hard to not giggle.
Arthur nodded, “I’m pretty sure, then we give someone a prize and drink these memories away,” he said in a hushed tone. Matthew nodded a fraction and went back to affectionately staring that the ceiling. It waved at him - he didn’t trust it.
All seemed well in the world, until Ivan went up on stage. Even delirious from the agony of watching previous contestants Matt’s brain told him all was not right in the world. Arthur leaned forward, an almost ill look passing over his face.
“They said he was going to be gone this entire week, those lying wankers-” he hissed. Ivan smiled serenely at them from the stage.
“Da, friend, I heard you were having a party, yes? With a prize too.” Purple eyes darkened momentarily, no longer reflecting the stage lights. “I am wanting, so I decided to try.”
Matt glanced at Arthur who was positively green by now, and then back at the stage when Ivan started to dance. Matthew marvelled at the inconsistencies of the Russian - he was large, but right now he seemed weightless and fluid. Never in a thousand years could Matt have imagined Ivan would actually be good at the dance his country was famous for and unfortunately, he was by far the best he had seen in the past two hours.
Arthur tried to murder the man from afar with his eyes, but to no avail as Ivan walked safely and quite smugly off the stage.
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Matthew followed Arthur puppy-like to backstage, trying to keep up with the other’s angry strides.
“W-well there’s not much we can do, eh? He was better than the other guys, I-I guess we have to let him win.” Matt said.
Arthur rubbed his temples. “Yes, I know, that is exactly why I’m panicking. If I had known this was going to happen I would never...” he trailed off, looking far away. The unease in Matt’s stomach increased tenfold, and he was getting desperately uncomfortable.
“Arthur? Why, what’s the prize anyways?” he asked, allowing the Brit to lead him to the gathered contestants. “Arthur?” he tried again.
“Well, thanks for actually showing up. You will never know exactly how much it pains me to admit this, but we’ve decided that the winner is Ivan.” He said in a flat monotone, ignoring the outrage at his statement.
“But, like, I was totally better than that Michelin man!” Feliks pouted.
“What, so you don’t like my singing after all? Well fine, couldn’t have told me that sometimes else, nooo, you had to embarrass me in front of everyone!” Alfred snapped, gathering up his jacket and bag hastily.
“No, Alfred - it’s not that, he just - look don’t be daft, don’t run away.” Arthur fumbled, about to go after the American when Ivan nudged him on the shoulder.
“Before you are leaving, my prize?” Ivan questioned, though it sounded distinctly like a command.
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“Here. For 48 hours, it’s. It’s him.” Matt’s eyebrows nearly rose into his hair.
“What?” He said, gripping Arthur’s arm. “What do you mean the prize is me, I don’t think anyone told me. I-is that the reason why you got me to be a judge, so you could pawn me off?”
“No, you daft boy, it’s because-” here Arthur yanked him close to whisper, “you haven’t even been kissed yet, and it’s starting to get a little worrisome. That’s all. I didn’t expect Ivan to show up, or even win. I-I’m sorry.” He said, not quite looking Matt in the eyes.
“He won, did he? Did he? Well then he should get a shiny medal, not a person for 48 hours!” Matt snapped, pulling back so hard he accidentally knocked into Ivan. Immediately he stilled, tilting his head way up to look at the perpetually smiling blond. A hand as heavy as iron settled on his shoulder feeling remarkably like a death clamp.
“Da, so I have won you fair and square, yes? I am happy.” The hand pulled him backwards, leading him away.
“I-I-Ivan, I didn’t know that I was going to be a prize, c-can I...?” he stammered, unable to look right at his captor. Ivan dragged them far from back stage to one of the dressing rooms, shutting the door and pressed Matt against it. The Russian smiled a bit more, pulling Matt close.
“Net, I have won, fair. Be good, I am not wanting bad children.” He said against Matt’s cheek, dragging his mouth closer to his. Matt shivered, nervous and terrified as Ivan’s fingers danced along his neck and sides. How Arthur had found out he still hadn’t been kissed as beyond him but it wasn’t fair to have his first one sold out like this.
“B-but I don’t think you’d really want to-” The lips against his own startled him, and he was held in place tightly against the blond while the sensations went right to the base of his spine, a noise slipping out of him against his will.
He shouldn’t be so aroused, Ivan wasn’t even all that good-looking. He knew that. Ivan had a long nose and he was way too tall, what with the pale hair and the pale eyes and the pale skin, he looked washed-out. He was crazy and immoral and Matthew felt infiltrated, invaded: it wasn’t fair. His blood roared with new adrenaline and anger, grabbing Ivan’s hair hard with a yank and kissed him back. Ivan’s mouth opened hot and demanding against his, teeth cutting into his lip, and Matt pulled his hair and made a demanding sound of his own when he heard it Ivan moaned.
He pulled back sharply for a breath of much needed air, panting. He could see the shine of saliva on Ivan’s lips, and he was sorely tempted to kiss him again. Ivan smiled (not so creepy anymore, was he already getting stockholm syndrome?), sliding his hand under Matt’s shirt holding him close.
“First kiss, da? Are you certain?”
Matt tested the doorknob beside his hip, making sure it was locked before answering. “Well, you could always get a second opinion.” He suggested, satisfied when Ivan leaned in again.
All things considered, it was a pretty good first kiss. Stolen kisses seemed to need an accomplice, and Matt was willing enough to be that person for Ivan.
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....enjoy? Hope you like OP. captcha: thrusts hard. I kid thee not.
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LOL i just happened to pass by this fic and it looked interesting enough nice job writer anon!!
Ivan and Canada I never expected that 8D
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Russia/Canada is becoming one of my favourite pairings, I have no idea what I should think about that.
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This was really well done. Goodjob!
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