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[1994, Riga]
Ivan was not a stalker.
The World Meeting had come to a close an hour ago. Ivan had not looked at Tolys almost the entire time, as legally requested three years previous. No contact. No interaction. Their bosses could talk treaties and deals to their hearts’ content, shoot each other between the eyes and take prisoners, but one Tolys Laurinaitas and one Ivan Braginsky were to separate on amicable terms, and as they had to attend World Meetings as equals, they were not to so much as look at one another even while answering directly in verbage.
These were such rules as he could follow, irritating and childish though they felt. If Tolys wanted to be a big man and a Nation on his own again then he should be able to meet Ivan’s eye in public. No such luck. For five years they would meet the requirements of a restraining order, and then they would be friends again. Ivan was sure of it.
Except that Tolys spent the meeting looking at Ivan like he had a stomach ache, the deep cut of his brow lending him the look of some tragic prince. Ivan supposed he was. It was what had originally appealed to him before he learned all the other things he liked about Tolys, like his kind smile and the warmth of the back of his throat.
Ivan wanted to wipe that expression off his face and replace it with something more pliant. Like the old days. He met Tolys' worsening scowl with a smile of his own, eyes crinkling at the corners and nearly closed in what he always hoped looked genuine.
A scoff, a flip of wild hair, and Tolys turned away. The place between his collar and the curve of his jaw begged to be bitten, as that had always lightened his tone in the past.
No, Ivan was not a stalker, but he was hardly to be blamed for the spark that struck him when he caught dark green eyes again once the conference room had begun to clear out. Tolys turned away as if nothing took place, and Ivan weighed his options.
1, He could stay here: Obey the restraining order like a good boy, mingle with people who found him terribly off putting at best or some beast to be needled at worst. He could corner Alfred for a game, trot after Francis to see what his dinner plans were.
2, He could follow Tolys downstairs: Start a likely argument that would drag others in to mediate, get in trouble but have the familiar attention of his one and only. Tolys may have left him in shambles but Ivan could forgive, especially if Tolys asked him sweetly with tears in his eyes.
He was halfway to the stairs even while considering the outcomes.
Tolys walked from the glass doors of the brand new, gratingly modern building and down the sidewalk a few paces. Ivan thought he came by train at first, except that they were going the wrong way, the station was behind them. He certainly didn't walk here from their hotel, did he? Then, he turned left into a parking lot only halfway obscured by flowering bushes and low hanging tree branches, moss and grass locking the cobbles into place where petrol had not burned them through.
He stopped with his fingers brushing the door, only to catch sight of Ivan in the reflection of his window. Tolys startled hard and spun around so the vehicle was at his back, eyes sharp and one hand gripping the lower lapel of his coat tight. "What-what is your problem?! You are not supposed to- oh but why should that stop you," his other hand came up to loosen his tie. His hands were shaking.
Ivan linked his fingers behind his back and sighed with voice, sweet to match the soft spring colors of his coat. "Actually I mean to ask what your problem has been, Lithuania. Glaring at me all day is a little rude, you know. I should ask if you mean something by it."
Tolys looked behind Ivan, then to the side to find they were alone in the nearly full lot. Judging by the state of the vehicles present this was mostly residential parking, the one Tolys came in being a far shinier rental. Instead of cowering, however, as Ivan was used to from him, he squared his shoulders and met his eye with a set frown. Then again, he supposed he should have acclimated to the brick wall of defiance between them now.
"Some days it is easier to play nice than others. I did not mean to look your way."
"Ah, well, you did. Many times in fact."
"It meant nothing."
Ivan stepped closer and opened his mouth to speak, but laughed condescendingly instead, rocking back on his heels. "Don't be so childish, Tolys. Clearly there is something you wish to get off of your chest. I do as well, so why don't we go-"
"I won't go anywhere with you," but the telltale weariness was already softening the frame of his shoulders, the curve of his spine.
"But I want you to."
"You want a lot of things, most of them unpleasant." His head twitched to the side as Ivan moved even closer. Finally however, some of the crowd noise from up the street made its way toward them. Commuters and families, Raivis' people going about their daily lives.
"I only want to spend some time with you, work out a few kinks," his pleasant smile grew at the dry expression Tolys shot him. He implored with his brows next, ducking lower, closer. "I miss you, I don't mean any harm." Nothing lasting, anyway.
"Oh you mean me no harm, are you sorry then?"
"Hmm? Yes, of course. Now let's-"
"Then say it," suddenly the glare from the meeting returned. Hot and strong. "You won't get me to suffer your company otherwise."
"Ah," Ivan blinked.
"Get on your knees then. All the way down, face to the ground and tell me you're sorry," Tolys spoke so boldly without care for their location, like he had no fear his brother's people might jump him if they knew. The order was a shock, causing Ivan to stare blankly until he registered the full weight of the proposal.
If he obeyed, Tolys would touch him. If he did as his impudent little ex-lover asked, he could have him back.
Ivan huffed a laugh through his nose. "And what is it I have to apologize for?"
"Traumatizing me. I have your whip still carved into my skin, you know, it still hurts. It is something people see, even if they keep their mouths shut I have to feel them asking me. Everyone knows what you have to apologize for, you brute," Tolys panted to catch his breath once he'd finished ranting.
"Mmh, oh, that is very funny actually. And does everyone also know you liked most of it?"
"Kill yourself."
This time Ivan laughed with feeling, reaching up to rub his chest. "Oh, that is not so nice. Alright dear, and if I say that I'm sorry, you'll stop acting like you don't miss me, yes?"
"... Yes."
Ivan closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see anyone watching as he knelt down in front of Tolys in the parking lot. Down, with his face and palms to the cobblestones and stubborn grasses, moss digging into the bridge of his nose. He could feel the stares, even if they were not real. The heat in his face swathed him and for a moment, he could not speak around the rock in his throat.
It was too late to take it back, he was already a spectacle. "I'm sorry for hurting you, Tolyshka. Even if you deserved it, I didn't mean to injure you so badly, even I am not happy with how deep those scars are. You were so pretty before."
"I am sure you think that's how an apology sounds, don't you?" Ivan lifted a thin smile from the road, and Tolys shook his head. "You know what I'd like to hear, humor me. Or you could just leave me alone."
He hesitated. If he stood up and left now, Tolys would almost certainly do nothing to stop him. That would, however, be letting his ex win, and Ivan was determined to make this work in his favor once again. He wet his lips and lowered his face again and cleared his throat. "I am… sorry for being cruel to you."
"And?"
"Being controlling," Ivan supplied.
"Hm, anything else?"
"And not taking you to the Black Sea like I promised."
"I forgot about that, thank you for the reminder. Now what the fuck do you want, Ivan?"
He surged up onto his hands and knees only to feel pinned by Tolys' glare. "To have you, I have a room at the same hotel as you. Um. By accident of course. I had forgotten to book ahead, it was all that was left," he wet his lips. "Please?"
Tolys crossed his arms and leaned back against his car to rub his mouth thoughtfully. He thought for what seemed to be considerably longer than necessary, but finally he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he looked up it was with a level coldness that sank into Ivan's veins. "Good enough for now, but not good enough to get in my bed. Beg me to fuck you and I might consider it."
"Ah, well, you seem a little confused about what I'm asking f-"
"I'm not. I'm telling you to beg me to fuck your ass. In fact, why don't you say it just like that," Tolys smiled with his lips, but the look in his eyes only sharpened. "It's not so difficult, you've made me beg even when I didn't want anything at all. I am sure you can manage."
The blush stinging Ivan's face reached to his scalp and stole his breath. This was humiliating. The command made his blood jump and his cock stir, as if this was anything close to the way he wanted this to go. He had never let Tolys top, never, he couldn't have allowed it when he'd been the head of their household. Two centuries of considering it and imagining the kind of lover Tolys might be if Ivan had given him a chance, only to dismiss it as fantasy. Give in once and Tolys might step out of line, move beyond where Ivan could protect and guide him. But now…
He felt tears prick his eyes as the sounds of the city around them bore down, the late spring sun flickering between clouds making him sweat. "Please… A-ah. Please," he couldn't do this. Surely he could not participate in this. But there was gravel under his palms and scuffs on the tops of his shoes, his coat stained with the bodily fluid of cars where his knees pinned it to the ground.
"I will need to be able to hear you, Vanya."
He squeezed his eyes shut and ignored the vertigo. "Please fuck my ass."
"Who are you addressing?"
Ivan pressed his face to the ground for a third time as the tears spilled over. "Please fuck my ass, master? Anything. If you want it then it is fine, please. I don't want to go home without you Tolys, please let me have this at least. If you want to take me, then that is what we will do." His hands curled into fists, which tucked into his loose, ashen curls.
A pause. Sounds of traffic, sounds of people. Someone got into their car behind Ivan and drove away. Someone else scuffed past and didn't so much as pause. Tolys stepped closer. "Alright, you can get up now. We're going to my room, I'm sure you already know which one that is."
Tolys walked away from him suddenly, but when Ivan lifted his face from the ground he saw it was just to get into his car. He scrambled to his feet to slide into the passenger's seat before Tolys could change his mind and leave him there. Ivan placed his hands in his lap, Tolys lit a cigarette without opening the window, and they made their way from the conference building to the hotel by the shore they had both picked out, farther from the meeting than necessary.
The room was on the third floor rather than Ivan's much further up, which meant they took the stairs rather than the lift. Clean room, perhaps a bit more messy than Ivan was expecting. "Normally you are more organized than this, Tolyshka, were you in a rush?"
"I had company," he lifted his brows as if daring Ivan to comment. Bait like that didn't live long.
"You mean you were with someone last night, who?" Jealousy never really went away for him, he had needed to force himself to simply not think about it before. One time, he had thought too hard about the way Tolys had looked at another Nation after the separation, and the pen in his hand had become spare parts and splattered ink. Now he loomed over Tolys, forgetting himself.
A mild sort of fear crossed Tolys' face before the self-assuredness pushed it out, and he stepped forward into Ivan's space until the other man stepped back. "It could have been anyone, Ivan, and it would not be your business at all. A whore or one of us, it has nothing to do with you anymore, does it?"
"Not that you refrained when it did," he took another step back and put a hand on the complementary desk, Tolys at his toes. "Is that the only reason you said yes to me? You'll say yes to anyone?"
"Out." Tolys ground his teeth and put a hand on the wall to remove his dress shoes. "Get out of my room. Offer rescinded-"
"-wait-"
"If you're going to challenge me I'm not going to let you in. Is that clear enough for you?" He tossed the second shoe with force and moved on to his coat, dark and slimming. Ivan was surprised to see the gun on his hip. Had that been beneath the coat this whole time? (Was it for him?)
"You are armed."
"I have every reason to be," the stern dominance left him then, ebbing into the worried frown Ivan was so much more familiar with. Ah, there he was. "I thought I told you to leave."
Ivan put his hands up placatingly, letting his head tilt and his spine bend for the illusion of lessening their difference in height. This time his smile was soft. "I am sorry. It is not my business, forgive me?" He held his breath while Tolys eyed him sideways, lips pursed slightly. Then he sighed.
"You are overdressed. Fix that and sit on the bed," with that, he left Ivan in the entryway to go pull a drink and two glasses out of the little fridge. Looked like something clear, whether it was vodka or slivovitz was not clear from this distance. Ivan hooked his coat up beside Tolys' and left his boots underneath, unsure if he was meant to remove more than that yet. He obeyed and sat on the bed, catching the way Tolys glanced at him with his head bowed, pouring the drinks. "The sweater too, Vanya."
Vanya. Such a simple endearment, yet unheard for years, it made warmth fill his chest and fresh tears threaten to shame him. He pulled the sweater over his head to collect himself more than anything.
When he emerged, Tolys was handing him his rocks glass of light yellow liquor, and now Ivan could see the plums on the side of the bottle, left on top of the minifridge. He sipped from it and found he enjoyed the taste, but it did serve to remind him of centuries previous. Sitting on the floor of Feliks’ grand bathroom, sick and insane, helpless as Tolys cupped his face and made him drink something for the discomfort. He had been a soft child back then. Soft for an idea, anyway, not that training under Erdene could make for a soft human. He blinked the swirl of memories away and looked up at Tolys, who only watched him quietly. “Is that it? Do you want to play king for the evening?”
“I will be far more than a king to you, this has nothing to do with whatever you just remembered,” Tolys downed his glass in one and set it aside. He leaned in, almost prowling closer to take Ivan’s glass from him next, pressing their mouths together. Oh, he was warm. Oh, he had forgotten. Ivan lifted both hands to take Tolys by the shoulders only to be pushed down on his back, his forearms secured to the mattress on either side of his head. “You still don’t understand.”
“Make me, then?” He chased the taste of Tolys’ spit and brandy from the corner of his lips even as something fearful fluttered in his stomach.
When they had been in his estate he had been insistent on taking control, every single time. The most he’d allowed Tolys was the freedom to fuck himself on Ivan, to put himself on display and be appreciated for how well he could take it. It was not that Ivan didn’t want to trade places. It was more that he felt hunted, even at his zenith, dangerously unnecessary within and beyond his own borders. Tolys was what he could come home to and own entirely. He could manhandle Tolys however he liked or order him to do it himself, and he would, and he’d even say thank you.
He supposed now was as good a time as any to try something new.
When Tolys reclaimed his mouth, it was gentle, and warm, and all encompassing. Ivan tensed as if to push himself toward the source but the pressure on his arms reminded him of the rules. He stole a breath from the side, exhale glancing off Tolys' jaw, and was consumed once more beneath a wet tongue and flammable breath. Tolys pushed his arms higher, and soon two hands on his arms became one at his wrists, stacked one atop the other. He spoke against Ivan's cheek, "You are not to do anything without permission. You do not touch me, or yourself, or come without my say so. Am I understood?"
"Yes master," Ivan shivered this time as the words left his lips. He was hard enough to be mildly uncomfortable but just right for his position. Tolys knelt between his splayed thighs and when they kissed again, Ivan hummed quietly on the exhale, his eyes losing focus. He wanted far more than this but he wanted this too. When Tolys pulled away, his free hand sliding down Ivans front to press firmly against his stomach, he tried to follow with his tongue for more. His head flopped back down when Tolys laughed softly, thumb feeling along the line of eyes and hooks of Ivan's girdle beneath the dress shirt.
"Keep your hands where I've put them," and then he was undoing the line of buttons, and then the line of hooks. Tolys revealed his skin to the chilly room and wasted no time in pinching both nipples as they hardened in response. A soft sound pressed from behind Ivan's lips and he linked his hands together to keep them to himself. Tolys’ hands moved from his chest to urge him into removing his shirt, flicking it off his arms and over the side of the bed along with the girdle, then the struggle-shimmy to free himself of his trousers. It was as he freed one leg faster than the other that Tolys pushed his head up between his lifted thighs in order to drag the bottom row of his teeth over the bulge in Ivan’s underwear.
“A-ah!” He clamped his thighs around Tolys’ head, which only pulled him closer and caused him to frighten Ivan further with those jaws so close to something so tender. “Tolys, that is, not for teeth-”
Tolys dug his tongue into the slit of his cockhead through the fabric, silencing him and making his legs tense even closer together. Two hands grabbed Ivan’s knees and pulled those legs apart, pinned them wide open against the bed and far enough apart he had to arch to make up for the discomfort in his pelvis. “That is not what you are to address me as.”
“Master, please do not bite my penis. Do what you want but don’t-”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Vanya,” Tolys kissed his thigh and licked over the place his lip smeared across. “I’m only teasing.”
“Okay,” He was not entirely convinced. He did want Tolys to keep touching him, however, and that was enough to lift his arms once more to rest above his head in their place. “... Thank you.”
Tolys moved lower to press a kiss over where Ivan's balls peeked under the inner rim of his underwear, which he pulled further to the side before suckling at them. "Mmh, I like that you still wear panties."
"That's, that is not what they're called."
"I believe Alfred calls them tighty-whities."
"He- … does," his face only reddened further at the admission, and he needed to look away as Tolys lifted an unimpressed frown over the rim of his torso. "Do not look at me this way."
"You let him fuck you, don't you?"
"I can not ask who was in this room before me, why should I answer that question?!"
"You'll let Alfred Jones, a man you hate, bend you over and fuck you silly but I have to wait until we are no longer fake married to have the opportunity?"
"... He is also not fake married to me- mh!" Ivan put his hands over his face, palms both covering his mouth at the sensation of teeth in his groin muscle. Then slightly higher, Tolys biting a trail of marks in his thigh to map out his frustration. When he had gotten it out of his system he pulled away entirely and crawled over the bed to get to the side table. He pulled out a bottle of lube and something else that crinkled softly in his hand, then tossed the latter back into the drawer before shutting it. Ivan sat up partially on his elbows, brow furrowing with displeasure. "You are going to make a mess?"
"Yes," Tolys grabbed him by the shoulder and urged him to turn over. Once Ivan was on his hands and knees, Tolys pressed down on his shoulder blades, and then pulled at his hips until Ivan lifted his ass much farther into the air than entirely necessary. He needed to rethink how easily he went along with these things. "You seemed to love making one of me, don't you think I deserve the same pleasure, Ivanukas?"
Ivan hid his face in the mattress much the same as he had with the cobbled lot. "Yes master," he bit the blanket as Tolys painstakingly worked his hole open, so that he shivered in anticipation of each additional digit. He did not need this amount of preparation. He did not need it, and Tolys must have known this and chosen to take him apart at the seams regardless. The blanket in his mouth grew humid from drool and Ivan's warm breath and he soon found it impossible not to rock back to beg for something deeper.
The fingers retreated only for something warm and wet to flick across the ring of muscle. Ivan startled, clumped lashes brushing the sheets. It was only for a moment, just a taste apparently, as the next thing to touch him there was the sticky head of Tolys' cock.
"Would you like me to be gentle with you, Vanya? Or shall I take you like I found you on the street?" Hands normally dry from paperwork now covered in wet patches of lubricant massaged Ivan's cheeks, squishing them up before spreading them apart. His cockhead ground into his waiting hole but didn't press in any further when it clenched around the intrusion. Ivan's body trembled. Anticipation, surely, and not fear of his ex lover's ideas of what to do with him. He brought his arms up so he could hold onto the duvet where it had been bunched up out of the way, the bed smelling of Tolys' shampoo and someone else's perfume.
It could be anyone, his memory supplied, and it wouldn't be any of his business.
"However you want, I am yours," he gasped as Tolys shoved in halfway, his hands digging into the plush skin as they moved up Ivan's body. Warmth at his back when Tolys curled over him, warmth on his skin where his mouth kissed marks into his shoulders. One arm came up from beneath to hold Ivan and its hand cupped his jaw, thumb pushing over his lower lip to brush the tongue beyond.
"Please don't be shy with me, I want to hear you," his voice gave away how much he was luxuriating in this, straining and curling as he pulled out, pushed in, fucking himself into Ivan until their bodies were flush. His mouth latched onto the back of Ivan's neck, where teeth grazed the skin.
Ivan found it easier to obey each consecutive command, and as the tease edged closer to pain he cried out, rocking back and spreading his knees further to make it easier for Tolys to ruin him. "Master please, I am ready, please," he closed his lips around the thumb that pushed further into his mouth and rocked counter to Tolys' next thrust. "Mmh!"
Tolys was free with encouragement. He pet Ivan like doing so felt good for him, kissed his ears and cheeks from the side, and told him things like "lower, that's it" and "sweet boy, a little louder". The heat in Ivan's gut built up like a bonfire. Tolys drew out their pleasure like Ivan had done so many times, until the crestings blended into one undulating wave, riding the lip of too much without tumbling over. When Ivan's legs had spread so far apart he was losing his grip and lowering too far, unable to hold himself up any longer, Tolys maneuvered him back onto his knees with his back pressed against Tolys' chest.
The hands returned to his chest, pinching and squeezing as though he had real breasts worth milking. It caused his breath to catch, the tears dripping from his lashes gathering into streams down his red cheeks. "Tolys, Tolys-" he gasped the name and moaned as both hands pressed deep into his flesh and ground their way lower, gripping his inner thighs tight so that he was held in place to be fucked. "Mmh! Master that, feels so good I! Ah! M-may I-"
"Keep your hands, hf, on your tits and you may come, yes, come nice and loud for me," Tolys fucked him harder and moaned into his hair, sounding far less controled than his body behaved.
His tits. Ivan choked on his next sound as he brought both hands up to roll his own nipples. It did feel good, it did serve to add to the tension in his body stringing every muscle tighter and tighter. He did not moan so much as yell for it, wordless and needy.
When the waves finally crashed over him he jerked violently in Tolys' grasp, but did not break away. His come joined the white duvet and sheets before them, and he was nearly far enough gone not to feel Tolys shoot off deep inside. Almost. The additional warmth gathering in his body turned the end of a moan into something shaken, made him shudder with the last of his energy and go limp.
His body grew heavy as the lust oozed out of him, cock softening between his legs to drool onto the bed when he was eased into his own mess. He made a face, and then hiccupped softly as Tolys pulled out.
"Good boy… oh my sweet baby you did so well," the love in Tolys voice was like melted candy. It filled Ivan up full to bursting and only made fresh tears spill over, still bubbling up as he was rolled onto his back. Tolys straddled his chest then, stroking himself carefully and letting his head roll back on his shoulders as he pleasured himself. Ivan blinked.
"Mh. Master?"
"Oh, you know I'm not finished with you, sweetheart. Open your mouth."
Ivan looked up at him like he was wounded. He was exhausted! Between travel and walking and the stupid meeting and sex he was all used up. He hiccupped again, arms pinned to the bed by Tolys knees so he couldn't even wipe the tears from his face. Tolys finally looked down at him with one of the ceiling lights behind his head. It lit his brown hair up to glowing, a halo for a wild man, and he smiled with the barest hint of teeth.
"You asked for this, and now I am going to devour you. Open your mouth."
Ivan obeyed, Tolys pushed inside, and the night blurred.
.
He remembered sobbing openly while trying to sip the plum brandy Tolys held to his lips. The hand petting his hair off his hot face.
.
There were no nerves in his body, only live wires.
.
Songbirds drifted into the muddy waters of his mind. Dreamless sleep, he was a single stone at the bottom of a vast sea. Something thin landed over him and disturbed the surface, scattering light until he rose up, further, and blinked in the early morning light.
Tolys had tossed him his shirt, still brushing his teeth wearing only his trousers. "Labas rytas," he turned and vanished into the joining bathroom. Ivan sat up in slow motion, his head full of cotton and his limbs heavy. He buttoned his shirt up mechanically, his sleepy gaze far away.
"I am clean?"
"Mostly. I used a washcloth before bed."
"You wanted to make a mess."
"Oh," Tolys laughed and reappeared in shirtsleeves, pulling a comb through his hair now. "I only wiped down the outside of you, Ivan."
Ivan. No more pet names, he supposed it was better than insults.
"Ah," he winced when he registered the mix of dried semen and the still wet counterpart dripping out of him, gluing his rear end to the sheets. "Are you checking out today?"
"Yes. I'm turning the key in, you have until half past eleven to vacate without anyone bothering you." Tolys tucked the comb into his already packed suitcase and did up his shirt next. "We are not going to do this again. You know this."
Ivan nodded slowly. "I am going back to sleep."
"There is more slivovitz in the refrigerator."
"Mh, breakfast," he flopped sideways into the pillows and pulled one to his chest, watching Tolys pull on the blazer from yesterday. Watching him leave the hotel room. Breathing in the scent of Tolys' shampoo, some stranger's perfume, and the added, floral scent of the lotion Ivan himself wore the previous day.