Captivity (RusAme) #WATTYS2018

Chapter 3

Alfred woke up, covered in scars. He could feel his arms and legs ache. He was so sore. He rubbed the scars on his arms. It felt good. They made a little tingle in his stomach. He knew that he whimpered Ivan's name all night. Some of it was intentional.

He bit his lips, he could taste blood. He licked all of it. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He wanted to scream when his arms were being cut. That was making him feel so free. He felt

  Some food was left for him to eat. He took a little piece of the bread but didn't want to eat the whole. As he wanted, he didn't have to. He stayed there but then went to lay on the bed. He was going insane.

   The soldiers came to pick him. He was laughing, making the soldiers question his mental health. But again, was it their job to question?

  They picked Alfred up, carrying him to the torture room. Once again, they tied him to the chair. He was facing the Russian, who was smiling. As a response, he was biting his lips. His face was way too close to the American.

"I'm thinking of doing something different with you today." he grinned. Alfred pushed his head back. Both of his eyes were twitching. He couldn't smile. All of his muscles were tired.

  "Untie him and leave him with his shirt." he paused to laugh. "Underwear off."

  This one scared Alfred. They untied him and forced him to take his pants off. Ivan signed them to stop.

"Alfred is gonna undo his shirt's buttons and take his underwear off, by himself."

  Alfred undid his shirt's buttons, revealing his scars. Ivan grinned at them. He looked at Alfred, and motioned him to take his underwear off. Alfred took hold of his underwear and slid it down.

Ivan smirked. "You are such a slut."

  Ivan took the drug and tied his ankles. He injected the drug in Alfred's wrist. Once again, he was feeling good. Ivan sat one the chair infront of him.

"Now rub yourself." He commanded. Alfred didn't know why he had to do it but he did as he was told. I felt good. He kept rubbing himself until he saw Ivan smirk. Alfred shyed out, and blushed.

"Look at me!" Ivan yelled. "Look at me damn it!" he yelled louder.

Alfred glared at Ivan and kept doing as he was told. The drug was affecting his sight. Alfred was feeling so hot. He let a whimper and kept doing.

  Ivan's grin widened. Seeing the strongest nation moan looking at him was just a pleasure to him. He liked it. Alfred's body, his mind, the way he was shaking in pleasure.. Ivan liked it.

Alfred was trembling, looking at Ivan while doing so was making him feel so good. He wanted either wanted Ivan to burn him or touch him. His eyes were half closed. He released and let out a moan. Ivan could feel himself grow as well.

  Alfred was frozen, looking at Ivan's place. He couldn't really take his eyes off. He wanted to burn himself. He actually was falling for the trap. But did he care anyways?

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Katyusha and Natalia's room was right next to Ivan's.

"Ahhh..Alfred..."

Katyusha couldn't sleep, he had been listening to his one hell of a brother, moan his enemy's name all night. He was so paralyzed. Natalia was sulking. Katyusha didn't know how to feel. Natalia knew that it wasn't the time to be grumpy.

"Alfred..."

  They were scared that the boss would hear it. It wasn't the boss that heard it.

Eduard sat on his bed, closing Raivis's ears. Toris was blushing like hell. No one in the USSR was sleeping.

"What is he doing?" asked Raivis. Toris's eyes widened as he looked at Eduard.

"He is...thinking of how to defeat Alfred!" said Eduard. He had the most accurate frown. It was so annoying.

"Jones..."

They could hear Ivan, out of breath.

He was falling fall his own trap.

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"I'm concerned about Gilbert." Arthur said, looking at Francis. Francis opened his eyes. "Same."

  Arthur looked at him, he was sleeping. Well Arthur couldn't blame him, it was not his job to do any of this but he was helping. "Enough work for today, get some sleep." said Francis.

"Maybe he is right.." Arthur thought. He left his folders on the table.

"Okay." he said. He walked out of the office with Francis after him.

"Stay at my house, I can't let you walk all the way to yours. It's 2 a.m." said Arthur, trying to hide his blushed face. Francis smiled. It was good to see that he had a heart.

   "Merci.." said Francis.  They walked to Arthur's house. He opened the door. They both got in and Arthur ran to the bedroom without thinking. He took some casual clothes and took a pair for Francis's size.

"Wear these." he handed him the clothes. He went to the bathroom to change and came back when Francis was sitting on the bed with casual clothes.

He walked in and put the clothes next to Francis's clothes. He stared at Francis. "What if Ivan kills him before we find him?" he looked down.  Francis stood up and went to hug him. He got closer. Too close that the normal Arthur would push him away.  "You are worrying too much.." he whispered.

Francis looked at him. He was too good for him to resist. He slowly leaned on to kiss him. Arthur was so shocked. Despite that, he kissed him back. Francis ran his fingers through Arthur's hair. Francis pushed him, making him fall onto the bed. They kept kissing. Arthur's arms were wrapped around Francis who was on him.

"I love you so much.." Arthur moaned. Francis kept kissing his neck. Arthur tugged on his shirt and took it off with a motion.

They both didn't get much sleep that night.