Our House, My Bed

My Bed (Pt. 1)

Tank and Richtofen fell to the floor with a loud thud. To their horrified shock, something in the dark moved and sat up. A soft light filled the room, revealing the tired figure of Takeo staring at them. The duo seemed to huddle a touch closer, staring back, unsure what to do. The Japanese man blinked, too tired to care or understand what was going on, but he did know what they had done.

"Your loom is on the reft."

"Uh... ja..." Richtofen mumbled. "It is."

The duo quickly rushed from the room and Takeo went back to bed. His sheets were warm and comfortable and the rest of the world beyond was nothing to him. His mind was beginning to wander again, when he heard the door open and the thuds of footsteps. Takeo rolled his eyes, ready to give the intruders a smack, but it was only one man, or rather, a bear.

The intruder flopped down beside Takeo, the weight making him fall into the groove, getting crushed when the bear of a man half rolled onto him. The mans' right paw held onto Takeos' wrists, his right leg pinning his lower half to the bed. Takeos' head was being crushed into the pillow, unable to move from under the shoulder and head of the bear. He wiggled as best he could, muffled shouts and complaints barely audible.

When he couldn't fight back anymore, Takeo gave up, slumped in the crushing grip of his Russian foe. Sensing this, the Russian Bear moved his head and shoulder from Takeos' head, the other gasping for fresh air, only to gag on Nikolais' regular sour smell. Takeo growled, trying to smother his face again to be rid of the smell, but the Russian had other ideas and slipped his left arm under Takeos' head.

"Nikorai!" Takeo snarled. "Get out! This is not your damn loom!"

"I am knowing this~"

Nikolai planted a sloppy kiss on Takeos' neck, before biting him, making the other yelp in surprise. Nikolai used his left hand to snare Takeos' wrists, giving his right freedom to touch the smaller mans' chest, slipping between the buttons to feel the skin underneath, but the Jap was smarter. Fabric prevented Nikolais' blunt fingers from touching his preys' skin, but it would hardly last. Curling his fingers in the nightshirt, Nikolai pulled, popping every button on Takeos' shirt, before setting himself upon the under shirt beneath. Takeo cried out shock, struggling violently to get free or stop Nikolais' destruction, but the man was pinned, weak and tired against his foe, his cry cut short by a paw slapping over his mouth.

"Make noise and they will know" the Russians' voice huskily grumbled. "Besides, you actually enjoy me~"

Takeo growled in his throat, but no other noise escaped him. Slowly, Nikolai moved his hand away and, confirmed his captive would be quiet, he grabbed the under shirt and pulled. In a second, the under shirt was torn and Nikolais' hand was on Takeos' chest, delicately feeling him. Takeo gasped at the cool touch, wriggling backwards, but his escape was blocked by the mass figure that was Nikolai.

Gingerly, Nikolai traced circles on Takeos' pale chest, paying particular attention to his sensitive nipples. Takeo squirmed lightly at the touches, biting his lip in anger, annoyance and slight pleasure he did not want to admit. Sensing this truth, gently, almost lovingly, he laid his head on top of Takeos', ensuring he smiled and breathed in his ear.

Takeo felt his stomach go hollow, his heart giving a sickening thud, as he realised how helpless he was to Nikolai. He was physically weaker than him for starters, but being half-tired and pinned down made the feeling intensify, and to top the cake, the stinking-rotten Russian was violating him and he was unsure if he hated or enjoyed it. Takeo gave a low groan of frustration and defeat, which Nikolai mistook for pleasure, his fingers fondling his nipple, before pinching the bud and rolling it gently. Takeo yelped pain.

"N-Nikorai--!"

Without warning, something material was shoved in his mouth, gagging him, but his concern was on what it was exactly. He tried to push it out with his tongue, mumbling curses and insults through the fabric, nothing reaching the cursed Russians' drunken ears. It was only when he focused on his tongue did he taste the unmistakable vodka that Nikolai skulled so thirstily. He gagged in disgust, trying harder to get it out of his mouth, struggling violently, even biting the fabric, resulting in a bitten and bleeding tongue.

Nikolai cleared his head a little from Takeos' mad thrashing and heard his pathetic 'ow' through the fabric as he stilled. Carefully, Nikolai moved his hand upwards and touched the gag that was his scarf, feeling it was slightly wet from drool, but it was the sticky sensation that signalled what had made Takeo hurt. Nikolai rolled his eyes in annoyance, before mumbling into the others' ear.

"That hurt, da?"

Takeo flinched and the feeling of a death stare filled the room. Takeo couldn't see him, but Nikolai was sure the look would kill him. It was rather exciting to have Takeo so wound up and his pole poked his captive to let him know. Takeo made a grumbling growl. Nikolai pressed a sloppy kiss to Takeos' neck, hand gently caressing the imprisoned warriors face to soothe him in some way. Takeos' eyes watched the blunt fingers, glare icy and suspicious, but they held no ill intentions, until they wandered down his chest and landed on his hip. He grew rigid, eyes wide, face contorted to shock, as pieces fell into place.

This was no ordinary rouse - not even!

Nikolai planned on a deeper experience than normal harassment.