The Red night [Russia x Prussia]

LizOfTheLowlands · Post by **LizOfTheLowlands** » 16-10-2012 20:48

The 'poor' soldier kept on begging to be killed and Ivan started to think it got rather irritating. "Just shoot him already before I do it!" he said and he saw tears running down Gilbert's cheeks and he chuckled. A shot was released and the German soldier dropped on his side with blood gushing from his forehead. "Good. You did good Gilbert. " Russia said and he pulled Gilbert along and removed the gun from Gilbert's hand.

Russia escorted his men through the forest back to the camp. Ivan glared at the bodies along the way and he had the urge just to shoot Gilbert right there and then as punishment for the deaths of his men. "You better be careful Beillschmidt, after what your men did to my precious soldiers. I will make your life a living hell" he said and his eyes were a cold purple haze. Glazed over by tiredness and anger. This war was asking a lot of him and his economy wasn't as blazing as the other nations.

Fast enough they arrived at the camp and they were welcomed by the men with cheers and calls. It seemed the reinforcements had arrived after all in the evening during his operation and Ivan smirked as Prussia looked slightly shocked at the amount of new men. "Don't think we just simply roll over and die. Moscow shall never be in the hands of that greedy Führer of yours." he looked at his men and laughed and yelled in Russian. "We shall victor of over the Luftwaffe, the Wehrmacht and over the Third Reich" he yelled and the men called out and celebrated. Vodka bottles from the supplies had been opened and when the sky started to turn dark everybody was pissed drunk and still partying. Even Ivan had celebrated and the buzz of alcohol had hazed over his brain.

Before the celebration he had his men take Gilbert to a small tent almost out of the camp and two guards guarding it. Gilbert was in there tied up to a pole, still clad in his uniform and his cap still unmoved from his head. The two guards were jealous of the celebrating men but Ivan's orders couldn't just be ignored. They talked a bit. "What did you think of the Invasion plan of general Braginsky. I heard he killed the entire camp of Germans with only 8 men." one of them said. "Pff That can't be true.... Can it?" he asked in slight wonder and awe.

Zakulf · Post by **Zakulf** » 16-10-2012 21:05

"Good. You did good Gilbert." Ivan praised him. He wasn't the one he wanted to receive praises from. "Arschloch ..." he mumbled. The gun got removed from his guilty hands and he got pulled along by that familiar part of his body. They walked through the forest which was colored beautifully white, because of the snow storm. But this was also where some of the Russian men where hanging. Ivan turned to him for a moment during the walk to spread nervousness and desperateness. "You better be careful Beillschmidt, after what your men did to my precious soldiers. I will make your life a living hell" there was no bit of humor in it, he was dead serious and so did Gilbert knew from the start he was found by the Russian men. Surrounding him from the very start in their camp.

After a few hours of walking they arrived at the camp of the Russian men, where he received these glares from the other men. Their general was greeted and praised for his amazing work for taking out Gilbert his team. He heard the Russian men mentioning the word of Nazi, that was all he understood. Russian was a language he couldn't speak. And now he shall regret every bit of it. He should have studied this before going out on an airstrike. He failed, but caused plenty of damage during it. His work didn't went to waste, this would only give West an entrance for his reinforcement. He should just do his best to distract them as much as he could to support his brother, Ludwig. Even if it meant giving up his life. It was already considered a wonder that they wanted him alive only as they shot down the others mercilessly.

"Don't think we just simply roll over and die. Moscow shall never be in the hands of that greedy Führer of yours." Ivan told him. And that was when the party started in Russia, he obviously wasn't invited. No, he was placed in the tent on the very outside of the camp. Tied to a pole, left with two guards who were having some conversation he couldn't understand. Gilbert could feel himself cooling down, but there was no way he could communicate with these men. He needed warmth badly, very badly. "Kalt ... So kalt ..." he mumbled, trying to move a little for warmth.

LizOfTheLowlands · Post by **LizOfTheLowlands** » 16-10-2012 21:59

The party went on and on. The Russian soldiers laid past out in their tents with a bottle hugged close while other's were still drinking and dancing. Ivan had been sitting at a table a bit to the back telling his story about his successful plan and how the other men had helped him and deserved their medals of honor from the leader of the country. The stories had become wilder after every bottle and soon enough Ivan was left alone as the soldiers laid past out around him.

Russia's mind was hazed over by the alcohol but he was still clearer than any other soldier in the camp. That was one of the positive aspects of being a Nation. Alcohol would be processed faster by your body so you wouldn't remain drunk for long. Between his partying and drinking his mind often jumped to Gilbert who was being held in the tent close to the outskirts of the camp. Maybe he should pay a visit. Yes he would just do that and get Gilbert back for the humiliation of him and his people.

Ivan walked out of the large tent and his mind was cleared up and he looked around seeing the moon high in the air. It was going to be morning soon. Though Ivan knew that he would have enough time. He walked to the tent and greeted the men who stiffly saluted and Russia patted their shoulder. "You did well with guarding. I'm sorry for not letting you celebrate. I will take over for now. You two can rest. Tomorrow we shall prepare for battle again" Ivan said with a smirk and the two men nodded and thanked him.

Russia entered the tent and saw Gilbert sitting and moving from side to side. "Well well now Gilbert. Is the frost getting to you now?" he said and he lowered himself so he squatted down before Gilbert and he held Gilbert's chin and he saw that his face had turned slightly blue and especially the albino's lips. Ivan glared a bit "It seems the General has taken a liking in you" he said and he rubbed over Gilbert's lips to warm them a bit up. "I don't want you to die just yet~" he purred and he pressed his thumb in Gilbert's mouth and pressed against his tongue

Zakulf · Post by **Zakulf** » 16-10-2012 22:17

This night was taking forever for Gilbert's taste. These Russian men kept having these conversations he absolutely couldn't understand at all! He could only focus on the noises that were sounding far, far from where he was. The party was still ongoing! What is wrong with these damn Russians and partying with Vodka and such! Still he kept moving to keep a slight amount of warmth, enough to survive for a bit longer. His nose was frozen, so were his lips. How long would he survive?

A drunk shadow entered the tent, it was that damned Ivan. The General of the damned Red army. Verdammt communist! He praised and dismissed the guards, allowing them to rest or so it seemed from the conversation they had. Then Ivan his gaze went straight for the lonely albino, still tied up on the pole in his uniform. "Well well now Gilbert. Is the frost getting to you now?" Ivan said with a smile, obviously not caring. But at least it was finally something he COULD understand. Ivan was getting closer and closer, lowering himself to Gilbert his length. His chin was hold by the taller man, it was so warm. Finally a bit of warmth to absorb from. "It seems the General has taken a liking in you" he said while rubbing over Gilbert his lips teasingly. Who was this General he spoke of?! And what the hell is he doing?! "I don't want you to die just yet~" Ivan smirked again, making this purring sound. With that he pressed the thumb against Gilbert his mouth that moved along powerlessly, because of the damn cold. The thumb was pressing against his tongue.

It had this high amount of alcohol taste, was it Vodka? Carefully he lifted up his gaze and checked the Russian out, wasn't he drunk? Drunk because of the party? He never met his man drunk! Does this mean he shall be finished off brutally after all? "Mnn --" he let out, biting softly on his thumb. A weak attack that was aborted by his hunger and thirst.

LizOfTheLowlands · Post by **LizOfTheLowlands** » 16-10-2012 22:33

Even Gilbert's mouth felt cold and Ivan continued to press his thumb into Prussia's mouth. Russia almost jerked his hand back when he felt Gilbert's teeth sink softly in his flesh but the other was too weak to even cause pain. Ivan chuckled and he removed his thumb and held Gilbert's face up again and looked the other over. It could've been his alcohol hazed mind speaking but Gilbert didn't even look that bad. Especially in that uniform though knowing it was from the enemy made him growl lowly.

Slowly Ivan leaned more forward towards Gilbert's ear and started to whisper "I know you are cold. We have many ways to warm up here~" he said and he licked Gilbert's ear with his warm tongue before taking a small distance and he grabbed a small flask from his coat pocket and took a small gulp from the contents and then forcefully grabbed Gilbert's tie and pressed his lips on Gilbert's. Prussia's lips were still cold but slowly Ivan slipped his tongue into Gilbert's mouth and shared the small bit of vodka he had taken from his flask. A bit of alcohol would warm the other up as well.

Ivan waited till Gilbert swallowed the alcohol before removing his mouth and then let go smirking. His vodka was a bit stronger and higher of quality than the bottles the other men drunk. This was from his own special supply crate. "Are you getting warmer already, Beillschmidt" he said and he emphasized the last with an accent. Russia moved closer again and he licked Gilbert's neck and sucked softly on it.

Zakulf · Post by **Zakulf** » 17-10-2012 09:26

The thumb got removed after the minor attack he gave the tall Russian man. His chin was hold again, hold up to match Ivan his face. He was checking him out quietly from the very top until the bottom. What was his plan? Ivan suddenly leaned over, closer to Gilbert his ear, whispering him these words in a rather suggestive voice. "I know you are cold. We have many ways to warm up here~" Ivan ended it up with licking Gilbert his ear. The tongue was so warm that it caused him to shiver a little, gaining a slight blush on his cheeks. This wasn't right, what was happening. What was he doing?! What was he going to do?! This vodka of theirs did NO good to them! "Warum ..." Gilbert mumbled.

Ivan his hand went inside his pockets, grabbing this flask filled with some unknown liquid. It was probably Vodka, without a doubt! He drank some of it, or so it appeared, but there was no swallowing sound. Then his tie was grabbed forcefully, escaping from underneath the uniform jacket. And these Russian lips were pressed against his, opening up his mouth during this and filling it with vodka. He couldn't control his body at that moment and it got automaticly swallowed. He moved away with his mouth and smirked afterwards. Then Gilbert felt the liquid in his throat, it was on fire! He coughed right afterwards, he wasn't used to this at all. He had to hold himself not to throw up instantly. He moved his head up to avoid any form of it!

"Are you getting warmer already, Beillschmidt" the other voice was saying, sounding a bit louder when the male moved closer. "J-Ja, I'm FINE! All warm and such!" he said loudly, being rather afraid what Ivan would do next. His neck got stroked by something wet and warm, it was the Russian tongue. This wasn't really what he wanted to end up with, tied down to a pole and getting molested by the enemy! And worst of all - the Russian enemy!

LizOfTheLowlands · Post by **LizOfTheLowlands** » 17-10-2012 10:29

The partying outside still went on and Ivan could hear the men sing and the bottling clink against each other. None of his men what he was planning to do in the tent with their prisoner and he would rather like to keep it that way. It wasn't really to be proud of but Russia needed to break Gilbert as good as possible so he would be completely useless.

Russia stroked Gilbert's face which still felt freezing cold. "Liar" he mumbled against Gilbert's neck and he bit down harder creating a mark before grabbing Gilbert roughly at the front of his shirt and pulled him closer to look him in the eyes. "I don't like liars Gilbert. Not at all. Do you know what I do with liars?" he said and his eyes had a cold look in them. Ivan leaned forward again kissing Gilbert hard before biting on Gilbert's lip softly and letting go. "Liars get punished" he finished and a sick grin grew on Ivan's face.

He removed Prussia's cap and laid it on the floor a bit further and he walked around Gilbert to untie him from the pole but kept the other's hands together. He picked Gilbert up and dragged him a bit further into the tent and pushed him on the ground. "You don't lie to me. Understood. No one does" he said and he Leaned in to lick the old mark he made and he sucked on it. In the meanwhile one hand had gone down Gilbert's chest and remain on his crotch to rub there. "I'll make you understand why you don't lie to me" he purred and he licked Gilbert's ear softly biting on the man's earlobe

Zakulf · Post by **Zakulf** » 17-10-2012 11:32

Gilbert looked down a little to the Russian general, who wasn't really pleased with the answer he gave to him. He couldn't yet see the man, he was too close. Blocking his chin from moving any further with his head, which was covered with his cap. A slight painful spot was creating itself by the minor wound, bitten by Ivan. "Nn ..." Gilbert let out. Then he removed his head and grabbed him closer again by his shirt underneath the uniform, visible at the very top of it's opening. His face met Ivan's again, who carried this cold glare. "I don't like liars Gilbert. Not at all. Do you know what I do with liars?" Ivan asked him. "What would that be? Arsch?!" Gilbert hissed. Ivan again leaned a bit closer, forcing him in another kiss. He bit softly on Gilbert his lip before letting him go. "Liars get punished" he grinned, which could be catagorized insane.

Then his minor source of warmth got taken, his cap was placed on the floor. Strange enough he put it there softly, as if it was a museum article. And moved back to Gilbert again, walking around him to untie his body from the pole. "What are you planning ..." Gilbert mumbled. He could feel that his hands were still hold firmly behind his back. He was hold forcefully and dragged along, further inside the tent, where he was pushed down on the ground. "Argh ---!" he let out, he instantly moved both his free hands to the side to lift himself up and to attack. "You don't lie to me. Understood. No one does" and Ivan again leaned on him, not allowing him to make a move. His face was so close, way too close! He should get away from here and fast!

Gilbert his eyes widened out of surprise and a slight form of fear. Ivan his head again went for his neck, to that mark he made just a bit earlier. It was licked softly and sucked on, it felt somewhat okay. But to think this Russian was the one who finished off his loyal men making out with him was only to feel disgusted about! He should quit this! JETZT! "H-Hah ... STOP THIS---!" his shout got interupted by the sudden stroke on his chest from Ivan, who traveled down his hand closer towards his crotch. That is where he started rubbing softly. This has been so long, this whole feeling, why was he receiving it from another man. One from the enemy. Gilbert stopped his breathing to avoid making soft groans, it would only please this damned man! He wouldn't get it, he wouldn't receive it! He won't admit to any of this! Gilbert turned away his face from Ivan, avoiding any expressions to be shown.

LizOfTheLowlands · Post by **LizOfTheLowlands** » 17-10-2012 12:46

Ivan quickly placed his hand over Prussia's mouth to keep him silent. "Be silent." he said and he placed his thumb in Gilbert's mouth again. It would make talking difficult but loud noises could also be avoided like that.

Russia chuckled and ignores Prussia's struggles as he cups Gilbert's crotch in his hand and he rubs it a bit rougher. "You were so silent. I wonder how long you can keep that up now~" he said and he looked at Gilbert's face and he knew the other was holding back. Ivan squeezed a bit harder making the other gasp and Russia laughed as he sucked on Gilbert's collarbone and his hand continued it's harsh rubbing pace.

It had been a very long since Russia had any sexual release and now hearing the reactions from Gilbert started to make his own cock come back alive again. He could feel it getting harder and getting retrained by his pants. Ivan could feel Gilbert getting hard as well. "It seems you rather enjoy this, Gilbert~" he said in a mocking tone and he removed his hand from Gilbert's mouth and looked at the albino's face. The other man's cheeks slightly red, lips parted as he panted a bit. "Hmm.." he hummed and removed his hand from Gilbert's crotch so he could use both hands to roughly grope Prussia's ass roughly and squeeze the cheeks together, massaging them a bit. "Now don't you wish for more?" Ivan offered in a teasing low tone and he kept on massaging the German's ass.

As he waited for an answer he softly started to grind against Gilbert again with his own crotch and Ivan took a sharp intake of breath as a small satisfied smirk grew on his lips. It felt so good. It really had been long since he had any kind of release.

Zakulf · Post by **Zakulf** » 17-10-2012 13:12

The Russian man kept stroking and stroking his crotch, how long would he keep this up?! "You were so silent. I wonder how long you can keep that up now~" the Russian said, exactly what he was thinking! With that rougher strokes continued his work. "Mm---" he got squeezed a bit, rather rough. "H-Hah?!" he gasped. It was so rough and good feeling it made struggling so hard for him at this moment of pleasure. He was slowly started to forget who the other was, who was stroking him down there. He could feel himself getting hard and it couldn't be helped at all, too much pleasure had to be ignored. He could no longer handle it, he started panting faster the longer the strokes were lasting. "It seems you rather enjoy this, Gilbert~" that caused him to hold up his breathing again, trying not to make much more sounds. His face was only gaining more and more color. The heat was building up on his face and body, especially below there.

Finally he stopped stroking, allowing Gilbert a break and he breathe out. Then the location of the hands were changing, they slowly went to the other side of his body. Towards his ass, groping it roughly. Followed by squeezing and strokes in some messaging motion. "Now don't you wish for more?" the low voice of Ivan was sounding. He couldn't refuse it, not at all. It was way too good, so he decided not to answer it. He would avoid this question as hard as he possibly could! This guy was just drunk, drunk only! He looked away from Ivan to the exact opposite direction, he may forget it!

The Russian started to grind with his own crotch against Gilbert, without any form of shame. He didn't care, he only followed his sexual feelings! Did he even realize what he was doing to him?! This felt even better than those strokes he received. Why did it feel so good ... "-Ahh ..." a groan escaped the albino's lips. SHIT ... "Mnn ..." he let out again. He was losing control over the sounds he made. This was no good, no good! "Scheiße Ivan ...! Stop this ..." he said, while groaning along with the movements the other was making. He tried his best not to move along with it either, it was so hard.