Russian Trade Chapter 8
Author: FINALLY! AN UPDATE! Holy shit everybody! Thanks so much for reviewing! I'm loving it! I really had to ask myself if I had threatened anyone to review, because there were so many!~ 3

This came a little bit late because I'm busy with school, my parents want to drag me everywhere, I'm going to be rafting and climbing with our lovely orchestra in Voss (Norway) and my girlfriend is going to spend five weeks of this upcoming two months summer holiday in Belarus. :'-( I'm going to miss her! Actually, I would love to be friends with people from many different nationalities. So, if you wanna be my friend, speak up! :-D

Sorry for the long speech from this emotional girl! Have the story instead! I know you want it ;-D

Warning: sexy time. (And it ain't no time like a sexy time! (Don't try to correct my grammar there. It sounded cool, okay! I know what I'm doing!)

Last chapter:
"H-hey," Matthew said, trying to distract himself from what was happening to him. "W-who's the hostage? A-aah!" the captive bit back a moan. Ivan took a break at speaking.
"Your brother. You're bathing in his blood," Ivan said before biting down on the other man's shoulder.

"What..!" Matthew felt his heart skipping two beats when his brain finally caught up. His brother had been beaten to a bloody pulp. Maybe he was dead?

Now, continuing:

Matthew struggled against Ivan's dominance. He felt like he was about to either panic or faint, but he didn't really know if that was it.
"Let me go, you brute!" he growled as he was pushed forcefully forward and held down to lean his torso at the tub's edge, his butt in the air, facing the mafia boss. "No, Ivan! Stop, you filthy dog!"

Ivan halted for a moment before changing expression to a rather not innocent one. He intended to blackmail Matthew as much as their American hostage's life was worth.
"But you do want to see your brother, no?" as a response to the question, Matthew nodded carefully, doubting he would actually get anything for free.

And his doubt wasn't without meaning.
"Then you'll have to pay the price," the Russian man said before inserting a finger into the other man's butthole, making him squirm. "I won't take any protests. You want this."

After a while of finger fucking, Matthew felt more weird and generally scared of the situation and man. He used more force of his weak shrunken muscles to push back against the hand on his back.
"Get away from me..!" he demanded, but he couldn't move away. The fingers inside of him got rougher and the big paw-like hand pushed his back down, further away from the freedom he desired as a bit of water seeped inside him.

Now, he truly understood how helpless and weak he was against the man that had taken him captive and messed with him. Tears sprung to his eyes, falling into the water, making small splashing sounds. Ivan seemed to not mind. He was busy.

Matthew felt empty as Ivan's fingers were removed. He unconsciously whimpered, but hadn't much of a chance to feel that way when the buff man behind him muttered a weak 'here we go,' before grabbing his shaft, pushing his organ inside.

The Canadian's breath caught in his throat. Oh dear, the pain of being stretched where one shouldn't have to..!
"I-van..!" he silently screamed and gripped the tub's edges, squeezing his eyes shut. "Stop!" Ivan didn't listen. He pulled out and pushed in again, making delicious friction between the two men. "Stop it!" the male behind him grit his teeth in growing irritation over the other's loud words of disapproval.
"Shut it, Canadian. Be a goddamn man for once and suck it up."

After a while, Matthew came with a yell into the water, his dick being pumped by Ivan. The Russian man kept going for a few seconds before following his captive on the blissful adventure. He pulled out as his shaft started softening and effortlessly pulled the tired Canadian man against himself to rest on his chest.
"Matthew," Ivan started. "How did that feel?" The said man kept silent before whispering;
"...nice."
"Good. Now I'll need to shampoo your hair. Just keep leaning on me."

Soon, rough fingers coated with foam massaged Matthew's scalp in a surprisingly calming manner. He closed his eyes and felt the other man's torso muscles move against his back. Little by little, Matthew fell asleep, dreaming a short dream about his brother.

He was woken up as his body was lifted bridal style up from the tub and pressed against Ivan as he walked to the bed. Nobody cared of their nakedness anymore, it felt natural now. His body was laid on the bed and he lied on his side, to make it less uncomfortable for himself.

As Ivan joined him in bed, spooning his backside, Matthew started crying again. He had not cried himself dry yet.
"I want to see Alfred..." he sniffled. Ivan responded with a sigh against the other's hair.
"You can see your brother tomorrow. Now, sleep, little sunflower."

A/N:
Seriously, what was Matthew to do when he only had words to defend himself with? I hope it will be a while til I'll have to write another sex scene, because I have a feeling it wasn't too excellent. I just couldn't. Tell me what you feel about this! Oh yeah, and scold me because I published this chapter waaay too late!
I'll see everybody in the next chapter!