The Enemy Of My Enemy [Russia] [Mature]
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Jun 16, 2015 22:44:33 GMT -5
China was annoyed. He had been brought to this incredibly hot and sand climate earlier than he wanted to be. He had to change plans and move dates around quickly, but at least he was going to get it over with. Then he would have less of a reason to come back any time soon and he could focus on what he was supposed to do. He was even more annoyed at how Russia had cornered him. How dare he think that he’s controlling him in this situation? He really thought Ivan would have been smarter by now. Did he really think that he wasn’t several steps ahead of him in this?
Which is why he took back alleys and cut through tightly packed corners to sandstone buildings to slip out of the line of sight of his men. He knew that Russia wouldn’t just let him leave without being followed. He would have been stupid not to, if China was in the same positon, he would have done so as well.
Yao turned his head down the street one way and then the other. Everything seemed to be clear, but even if it wasn’t he planned to make this meeting quick. Their schedule change was something neither of them wanted, but Ivan had complicated simple things, as usual. He kept his eyes out for the markings on the wall that would indicate the code to their meeting spot. When he found them he followed the directions he memorized until he came to a small sandstone entrance to what looked like it used to be a store.
The inside from first glance looked abandoned. There were a couple of toppled over chairs, a dusty desk and a few left woven carpet in the corner. He saw a dimly lit opening toward the back of the room that was shadowed by hanging beads. He walked in carefully, happy to be out of the sun for the first time in a while. He wished he was really more appropriately dressed for this meeting. He was going to meet them dressed as a solider instead of a friend and that’s not what he wanted. Yao smiled as he saw his friend and slipped into the beads.
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Their meeting had ran long. There was just so much to be discussed now that tensions were running high. Yao heard a rock kick over in the previous room and his head turned quickly. He saw his friend become tense. China got up quickly and spotted the intruder from the shadow of the beads. Ivan! “ Go, we’ll discuss later.” He waved them off and they left quickly. He knew how to keep Russia busy. China moved to the front of the beads and blocked Ivan just as he made it to them.
“Ni hao, Ivan.” He greeted him first. It was possible that he’d overheard him speaking, there was no telling how long he’d actually been there. If anything, he would have seen movement exiting behind him. He was going to start to ask questions and he couldn’t have that. “You couldn’t stay away?’” He blushed and slid his hand to his chest, pushing him back away from the door.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 18, 2015 13:27:00 GMT -5
He twiddled his fingers over his phone waiting for a text that seemed to never come. He sighed, and leaned back in his chair. His head falling back, and his eyes traveling to the ceiling of the bunker, as his phone hung between his legs by his fingers. He looked exhausted. He felt exhausted. None of the men in the room commented. Some knew his nation status, others did not, but all knew not to interrupt his silence, his mourning over his nostalgic relationship with China. His eyes ran over the sandstone ceiling, taking in each crack and shift within it. The crack appeared to be deepening, widening, spreading across the surface. Further away. His hand reached and stretched for him, trying to grasp his flimsy long sleeve, trying to pull him back to him, but he kept moving away. “Mr. China, I want to grow up to be just like you one day. I’m going to be strong, and then you will marry me, da?” he had asked with a bright smile when he had barely reached the man’s knee. He remembered the ruffle of his hair and seeing the humor in his eyes. He had felt a deep sense of trust for the wise old nation who had taken Ivan’s shattered self after the Mongolian Empire and pieced it back together. He wanted to hold onto that moment, and not over analyze their meeting and his suspicions. Yao was his best friend. He would never betray him. On the other hand, it was certainly in the realm of possibility that Yao would attempt to take control of the direction of the war. He wished Yao would trust his decisions instead of questioning his every move. He sighed again and glanced down at his phone. Maybe, they could go to a counseling session. Da, marriage counseling. They could try to delve into the root of their trust issue before that crack spread any further. “General Braginsky, we’ve lost our tail on Mr. Wang in the nearby city, sir,” one of his men spoke pulling him from his thoughts. He pouted out his bottom lip. He did not understand why Yao did such actions. Ivan had happily offered to take him to the airport, and instead the man decided to go on a pleasant stroll in the Middle East. Yao disliked the Middle East as much as he did, and he doubted he would spend extra time in the area unless it was for importance business. He smiled softly, “And the crack grows further.” “I apologize, sir?” “It is nothing, comrade,” he stood from his seat, “Thank you for informing me. I will handle it.” He nodded to his men with the still friendly smile. It hurt to know Yao was going behind his back, he had suspected it for some time now, but at least he could finally determine what is was. He walked out of the bunker and moved through the hot sun to one of his military jeeps. He hopped in with ease and started pressing buttons on his phone. Ivan might be an older nation and occasionally a very childish nation, but he kept up with the latest technology as actively as the younger generations. Before the war, China, America, and himself certainly entertained themselves through their own cyberwar. They constantly hacked in and stole information from one another. But Ivan had found an even better use for such a skill. Some might consider it stalking to the point of acquiring a restraining order, Ivan saw it as keeping a watchful eye on those he loved. So like any caring best friend, he had been tracking Yao’s cellphone GPS for decades. Of course, Yao constantly stopped him, requiring Ivan to implement new methods to break pass the firewalls, which led to Yao putting up more firewalls, which led to the ever revolving circle of Ivan trying to hold onto the man, and the man pushing him away. Thankfully though, Yao had yet to catch his latest tracking and must have believed himself guarded behind his cyber security because Ivan easily pinpointed his location. He gave it to the driver. It did not take as long as he suspected to arrive at the building. He had the car drop him off a couple blocks away, and causally walked towards it. A large weight pressed down on his stomach with each passing step. He wanted to pretend in the façade that the older man was not plotting behind his back. He knew it to be true, but without proof he could hold onto the sliver of hope. With reluctance he moved inside the building. He heard Yao speaking to someone, and the hope he had held quickly burned away. He frowned, as he attempted to take silent steps towards the meeting to catch who he decided to work with behind his back. He held too much focus on trying to see through the curtain of beads that he misjudged an item on the ground.
The sound rang far louder in his ears, knowing that his opportunity to find answers was about to slip away. He attempted to take larger steps to catch up as he heard movement from the other room. Before he could chase down the likely traitor, a hand pressed against his chest.
His dark violet eyes shot down to find the obstacle to be Yao.
“For someone persistent on returning home, you seemed to have found a reason to stay with someone else, da?” he stated, his voice lacking any humor or kindness. “Who was here?”
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Jun 26, 2015 1:04:08 GMT -5
China didn’t want to have to do this, but he was gladly going to. Why did Russia have to complicate everything!? Why couldn’t he just leave him alone! He had stalked him for as long as he could remember now. He had him so paranoid at one point he thought Russia was around every corner and in every plant. The only time he’d ever find any peace was around Panda. Since the war started Russia had become more busy…But so had he. Still, it obviously wasn’t stopping him now.
He had told his friend that he was going to take care of Russia and make sure he wasn’t followed and that is exactly what China intended on doing.
“Here? It’s just me here… I was talking to myself until you decided to answer my thoughts aloud.” He covered as smoothly as his hand slid up Russia’s chest. He pressed against him and led him back to where Russia’s heels would catch a step and he’d land on a few colored rugs in the corner. They may have been brilliantly displayed at one time, now here to collect dust and catch his pursuers fall. “How could I have left Ivan? After what happened.” He flushed and swallowed as if it were hard to say. “I thought you hated me. I went to this corner to be alone while I collected myself.”
He stood over him and began to unbutton his military jacket. He was glad for once that he had been taken in just this and not full military gear. It was so hot out here already he couldn’t imagine wearing it all out here. When his jacket hit the floor he slipped his under shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor with the rest. “I’m sorry Ivan..Let’s not fight” His voice became softer and more alluring than before. There was something on his mind and he intended to have it here. His hands worked his own belt but only made it loose before he straddle over Russia’s legs and sat in his lap.
His hands slid down his chest and he pieced through his military uniform to find his belt and begin to unhook it. “Let me make it up to you Ivan…It’s so hot out here, I know you are dying to get some relief.” He spoke carefully. His friend had probably made it far enough away now that they would have been harder to find but Russia was good at following others….He had found him after all. He leaned in and whispered to Russia’s lips.
“Forgive me?”
The words were spoken with sincerity in his tone, only something he had mastered with centuries of manipulation. A part of him felt bad that he had to do it this way to Russia, but then again they were all benefiting from it.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 27, 2015 16:21:27 GMT -5
The air felt thick with heat and dust. The abandoned home matched many that currently situated near the front. Years of bombings and gunfire had led the families to flee and the businesses to crumple. He never had the taste for Middle Eastern architecture or the open air homes that allowed no escape from the blistering temperatures outside. His scarf hung around his neck like a heavy weight, but his hands made no action to remove it.
He kept his eyes on the shorter man before him. His features tense and unpleasant as the man spoke lies that could tell tales to even the greatest of skeptics. He knew someone else had been present. He had heard the steps running off and the sound of a scuffle to escape. Someone was here, and Yao did not wish him to know. He would have made action to pursue him, but Yao’s hand was being persistent. Yao might hold a shorter stature, but the man was a great power himself, and each push caused him to step back. He could press against it, pushed the man out of the way and chased after the other, but his words were becoming distracting, the flush, the way he could see him swallow. He barely noticed the step as he caught it and fell back.
He grunted as he hit the rugs. He went to pick himself up, but as his eyes turned upwards, they widened at the sight. His fingers undoing his shirt, it being tossed and followed by his undershirt, revealing his smooth beautiful chest. He froze in his place uncertain with what exactly was occurring. He felt hotter and not due to the temperature surrounding them. Yao rarely initiated such actions between them. It usually required Ivan’s playfulness to even convince the man to bed, and yet there was no misunderstanding Yao’s suggestions.
His heart pounded in his chest as the man straddled him, pressing against his hips in a distracting motion. Words seemed far too difficult at the moment as the man pried through his own military jacket and unhooked his belt. His lips so close, teasing and taunting him.
Forgive him?
Forgive him for his stubborn arrogance and his inability to work as a team. Forgive him for his secrets and manipulation. Forgive him? He could not trust him, but the only answer that left his lips was, “Da, I forgive you.” He leaned forward and took his lips against his own, his hand going into his hair and pulling him into a deeper kiss. Yao was his first love, and for that, he would always hold this power over him. For all of their fights, he still knew he could rely on China. His hands moved down his chest, trailing along each ab until dragging over the edge of his pants. He knew the truth. Yao was working with someone behind his back. He would determine who. He would, but at the moment, it did not seem as important.
He broke the kiss, nipping his bottom lip as he pulled away to look at the older man. “I forgive, but I don’t forget,” he stated his warning. He could distract him now, but he would find out.
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Jul 15, 2015 1:40:16 GMT -5
China didn’t want to have to do this, it wasn’t what he had come here to do but he would do it for the sake of his friend. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy Russia’s company, he had been with him before and he was well endowed but China didn’t want what he wanted. Russia was so pushy and clingy, he always wanted him to himself, he didn’t trust him. China knew that it was just a matter of time before Russia tried to take him over. Thankfully, that would never happen as long as America was around and opposed to his side.
America was a difficult subject. He stood for everything that China hates and yet in this world he was invaluable to his survival. China would rather him be destroyed or under his control. Anything else would put him at risk to be under Russia’s control….and if Russia got control of him….
He didn’t want to think about what would happen after that…But he couldn’t let that happen.
He also couldn’t let Russia ruin everything for everyone by prying into his business. He knew that Ivan didn’t trust him anymore than he trusted Ivan, but for once Russia needed to keep his nose out of it. He smiled as he forgave him, he wasn’t really expecting him to say it but it was clear he was enjoying himself. Anything to get his mind off what he previously saw. Yao leaned into the kiss and kept working at his belt until he had it loose enough to dip his hand in if he wanted to.
He was falling into the moment, letting everything slip away as he kissed him, but when he pulled away China blushed at the nip. It didn’t last however as his next words troubled him. He doesn’t forget? Yao’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll see.” He responded softly in spite and took his lips roughly again. He dipped his hand in and took ahold of him as he tried to slide his pants down next, at least enough to get him to where he needed to be.
China was certain he’d have him completely forgetting in just a few moments. He teased him with his fingers and then pulled back. Yao, straightened in his lap and pulled his hands into his own hair to undo the clasp that held it together. It was far too hot to not have his hair put up, but he would make an exception for the heat this one time with Ivan. “Put your hands on my hips.” He directed him as he always did. China knew what he was doing in the bedroom and demanded respect while he was doing it. He didn’t consider himself to be on the bottom, even though he didn’t top anyone. He was far too bossy and demanding to be considered anything but in complete control.
And he enjoyed being in control of everything.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jul 18, 2015 21:07:20 GMT -5
Even if he spent centuries pondering over it, he would never understand his relationship with the Chinese man. He sometimes considered him to be his best friend. Yao had been so kind after he escaped the Mongolian Empire, soothing his fears and bestowing on him lessons of survival. He never lifted a hand to hurt him, rather his hand would lift and gently touch his face in the most supportive and empathic of ways. He had never met a strong nation as kind as he, so naturally he had become smitten. He remembered in his younger years, gushing over the Chinese man to his sisters, proclaiming him a great nation. He had made him happy and light hearted, almost as if he traversed on air. Except as the years progress, the further the distance grew between them. Like all of his friends, they always ran away.
It did not have to be difficult. They could be together. They could be wedded. They could become one nation, together and happy.
Yao did not love him, at least not the same way Ivan did. It hurt to know, to feel the rebuffs, the snide remarks, and condescending scolding. It hurt, and yet Ivan had grown to realize that Yao loved no one but himself. Possibly a long time ago, Yao had been in love. He had heard the rumors of the closeness he had with the Roman Empire, but age made one a cynic. Love? How could one believe in love when pain only came with it? Ivan sometimes wished to deny its existence for it caused him too much turmoil, but even when he attempted to wall off his heart the way the Chinese man had….it always slipped through. He was cursed with the feeling of love, and he hated it. He hated loving those who did not love him in return, who betrayed him. His sisters who plotted behind him, his friends who spoke cruel words, Toris who ran, Alfred who lied, and Yao…the man with the guarded heart with walls to match the Great Wall between them.
He knew he should stop his actions. He should run after the person Yao currently worked with, determine the truth, but…
I still love you.
The beautiful blush, the nervous expression, and his intellect eyes captivated him. He would have smirked at his remark if his hand did not tease lower and lower…
He moaned, gripping the rugs. His hips rose and rocked against the feeling. He did not have his love, but he would take all the attention he would offer. His hands quickly moved to his hips at the demand, not even arguing. Why argue when he wanted to do such actions? His eyes traveled up his form as he watched his hair fall upon his shoulders like a god. The shift of each muscle danced in the small light slipping through the window. His hands shifted from his hips and ran along his abs up his chest and around his back, feeling each shift of his skin.
“Do you always use your body as a distraction, Yao?” he spoke softly, not expecting a response because he suspected he already knew the answer. He did not like to imagine Yao with others, not his precious China.
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Aug 18, 2015 17:38:12 GMT -5
China’s body shivered as his hands ran along it. He went with the feeling and let it take over him. He wanted to forget about what was just happening anyway. His friend had plenty of time to leave and now it was just him and Ivan. He had no reason to let him up so he could go searching just yet and Yao didn’t want to let him go either. It had been a long time since he was this close to him. He wanted to remain close to him for now.
Yao let his hand come out, just a simple tease to keep him going for now. He took those words and covered them with his mouth. He was talking too much. Ivan just needed to relax and let this happen to him while any thought of what happened left his mind. China had partners in the past and people that shared a bed with him but love was a word he wouldn’t go over with anyone….Not anymore.
Before the thoughts of the past could creep any further into his mind he let the kiss break and slipped off his lap only enough to unbuckle his own pants and slip them down enough to return into his lap. Normally this would have made him cold and he would have welcomed the closed space between them once more, but this place was so hot already. If they didn’t suffer from heat stroke out here from this it would be shocking. His hands wrapped around to his shoulders and to the back of his neck to rest again.
He closed the space between them and rested his forehead against Ivan’s. He had to strain up to him unless he came down, being much shorter than him but China never felt like he was shorter. He always felt like he was in control and that is exactly where he liked to stay. His hips grinded against him now bare and waited for Ivan to make his next move. “I just couldn’t wait anymore.. We’ve been apart for too long…Right?” He whispered to his lips and played on Ivan’s emotions.
Yao had feelings for Ivan, it wasn’t like he was lying….He could have been with Ivan if he thought a little bit more like him and he would just give in to what Yao wanted. Why couldn’t he see that he was doing things the better way? He supposed keeping secrets from him didn’t help Ivan in trusting his ideals but it was for his own good. In the end Ivan would thank him for everything he had done and beg his forgiveness for acting so stupid. If he would only listen to him!
His fingers played at the back of his neck and he continued to try and kiss at his lips. The roll of his hips was becoming torture but he probably wasn’t the only one that couldn’t wait any longer. “Are you going to keep asking me questions…Or do what we both have been wanting?” He asked him and kissed him roughly. His kiss was deep and his body moved up on Ivan’s to show his enthusiasm for it. It was never hard to get caught up with Ivan. Yao took his bottom lip into his mouth and bit hard.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Sept 9, 2015 22:18:15 GMT -5
Like a rose, Ivan would always be lost in captivation to him to the point that he often forgot about the thorns that caused him pain and wounds. It hardly mattered with the man above him. He knew no matter how hard he tried to win the older man’s heart, it would forever be guarded from him, but maybe…maybe if he tried harder, laid more of his soul out for him to take, became an even stronger, just possibly Yao would feel the same emotions for him. Ivan could only try even if his family thought such actions were foolish.
He moaned as he grinded against him and followed his lips in any direction they might lead. He knew his own actions to be quite silly. He knew it was a ploy that the great China was once again using to manipulate him, and yet, how could Ivan reject Yao? Yao had stood up for him against the Mongolian Empire. Yao had reminded him that he was not a mere piece of property, but a nation only in the beginning of his growth. Yao had captured his heart as a child and would hold it forever no matter the occurrence and the political debates between their bosses. Bosses came and went, but Yao would be by his side in one form or another whether they held trust in one another or not. “Da, too long,” he whispered and graced his lips across his own.
He felt him lift, and his hands moved under his shirt to fill his fit muscles across his chest before venturing lower once again to trail along his his hip bone. As he rolled his hips, he could barely form a logical thought. It did not matter who might have been here. Yao was his ally, and they would destroy the west together. They held the same goals, so Yao’s actions must benefit himself. Nyet, he doubted such logic, but for now, he would pretend it were true.
At the statement, he took a tight grip of his hips and guided himself into him. He moaned deeply into the kiss and pressed back with the same force. Yao always matched his body perfectly, not as perfectly as another, but he hardly mattered at the moment. He increased the paced as he tilted upwards. “Don’t betray me,” he breathed out between their lips as he took in the blistering heat in the middle of the dessert.
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Post by China - Wang Yao on Oct 20, 2015 23:14:36 GMT -5
Russia always made it easy. Even though he was clearly manipulating him that didn’t mean he didn’t have feeling for him. Ivan made it easy to get wrapped up in him. For the longest time it didn’t seem like China could get away from him even if he wanted to and now he found himself sitting on Russia’s lap, waiting for him to take him. Pools of violet peered into him as he felt him enter. China muffled what threatened to produce and relaxed to his lips. He caught the breath and the words that came with it.
Betrayal.
In all the years of being on Russia’s side, for him to even speak of it allowed hurt. It cut his heart that his friend would even suspicion it….Regardless that he had the right and would have been stupid not to. In the heat of the moment, he wasn’t sure which offense was greater. His body relaxed on him and he let Russia guide him with his hands to what he wanted. China would allow him to guide this once instead of China taking full control. The both deserved a break in the heat.
He didn’t respond to his comment and instead just let it happen. As he fell deeper into it he realized how badly he had needed this. It had been a long time and he wanted it to continue for as long as he could stretch it out here. But it was the middle of the day and Ivan likely wasn’t alone out here. For the moment he was a perfect fit in this little run down corner on these dusty rugs. He kissed Russia back harder and wrapped his arms around his neck to get closer.
Later.
China picked himself off of Russia’s chest, slowly panting. His hair was stringy and his body full of sweat from the wonderful encounter. His back straightened and slowly he got up from him. Yao fixed his robe and shook his hair out to remove strands that had plastered to his body during the close encounter. He looked back at Russia and offered him a soft smile. “The thought never crossed my mind.” He finally answered him as if they had just had the conversation moments ago. He moved back to Russia and fished around beside him for the pin that was in his hair previously. When he found it he grabbed his hair together and latched it neatly behind the pin.
“Now what were you in such a hurry about?” He smirked playfully. He brought his hand to his mouth and chuckled softly. “ We should both be going now Ivan.” He offered both of their escape routes. Hopefully Ivan would give up the idea on pressing any further questions about what he saw earlier. He wished he would just trust him, he really did know what was best.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Nov 10, 2015 9:38:25 GMT -5
His heart still raced in his chest as slipped down from euphoria and to the ground of reality. His hair matted against his forehead with sweat and the heat practically suffocated his kin, but he felt at peace for a moment. Forgotten was the war outside, people dying and crying in hopes of a brighter future. He had this brief moment of bliss with the beautiful man on top of him. His fingers lazily ran along his hips bones before he slipped away from him. His violet eyes caressed his form as he lifted and adjusted his robes. Yao would always hold an exotic unattainable quality to him. His words almost did not clear in his fogged mind, but than reality finally returned.
It must be a lie, but he smiled all the same. It was the words they used, though Ivan did not trust him, and he knew Yao did not him. Betrayal was always a possibility even if he wished it not to be. He adjusted his own uniform, pulling his pants back in place and returning his scarf to its rightful spot around his neck. He pushed himself off the rugs, slowly towering over Yao. He enjoyed their height difference, especially as Yao attempted to finish his task of manipulation. It seemed as a subtle reminder that Ivan was not the foolish innocent child he once was.
His smile softened, as he reached out and threaded his hand in his hair, messing it up once more as he pulled him into a deep kiss. His lips mold against his, tasting him again before pulling a way. His eyes sharp as he spoke. “Do not think I can be so easily manipulated, China. I will find out who you are working with eventually,” his tone threatening, but it shifted away just as easily. “Da, I have items to accomplish in Europe,” a happy smile once again on his features.
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