BDSM RusAme Warning this is rated m for mature. Please do not read-Why am I putting this? You'll read it anyway.

The blonde American was bound, blindfolded, hanging off of the ground, a sawhorse with a kneeler was under him, (he was practically sitting on it) The rope rubbing into his skin, giving him a feel of rush, and anticipation. A cock ring was on his cock, making it swell painfully, as the vibrator that was on a mere low setting buzzed in his butt, up against a very good spot. The blondes highten sensations (due a soft silk blindfold over his eyes) making the pleasure stronger.

He knew his snow haired lover was watching him. He knew that he was waiting for the right time to do something, but God it felt like this was going to take forever. To tease the Russian more the American let out more, exaggerated moans.

Alfred needed more, he could barley rut against the sawhorse beneath him, and was whimpering.

Suddenly he heard the wooden chair from in front of the sawhorse move, the Russian was panting.
"Do you want more?" The Russian growled in his native tongue. The American took a few pants before responding.

"P-Please.." He asked breathlessly.
The Russian smirked and pulled the vibrator remote control, from his jeans and held his hand over the accel button.

"Can you beg?"
"In...in what lan-language?" The American panted out.
The Russian smirked,
"Mine."
The American nodded, and let out a small moan as the Russian put the vibrator on medium.
"P...please g-guh.." he stopped and let out a few lewd moans the vibrations coarsing through his body, making him screw his eyes shut behind the blindfold. Wanting his lover. "Give meeee~uh more..." The American stated in his partners language, drool falling from the blue eyed males lips.

The violet eyed man smirked and placed the vibrations on high. His partner practically screamed out a long lewd moan, he tried so hard to say his lovers name but the pleasure coarsing through his body wouldn't allow him to do anything but choke on gasps and moans.
The Russian now feeling his pants extremely tight, walked to the right side of his lover, and whispered lowly.
"I'm going to try something new now alright?"
He asked turning the vibrations off, the American panting and whimpering from loss of sensations.

"What?" He panted "What are we going to try?"
"I'm going to choke you gently, pour wax on you. Is that okay?"
The American pondered for a moment there was a red flag in his mind, but he ignored it choosing to trust his giant snow bear.
"It's okay." The American breathed. There was some shuffling for a moment in the tanner males hearing before the blindfold was removed.
"You remember the safe word America?"
"Yes Sir." The American said confidently, looking at the yellow shirted man who had a colored jar in one hand.
"Good." Ivan said kissing his Alfred's forehead, then turning the vibrator on, making the American gasp, and nearly choke on the air supply he so desperately needed.

Taking off the blindfold, he looked into his lovers lust clouded blue eyes for a moment before taking the Americans throat in his hand, (not enough to stop the breath but enough to lessen the flow) gave the blonde a kiss, one where their mouths we're smashed together, tongues danced together in a passionate moment, drool connecting their flushed souls when  they pulled away. Then, bending down, the violet eyed male picked up a tin bucket filled with fresh hot wax, then he moved his other hand to the back of the American looking at his lovers face, as he poured some of the hot wax upon his lovers back.

The amount couldn't of been more than a teaspoon but, American felt pain, oh did he feel it alright. The wax was Hell, but he could take it. He didn't want to seem like a whimp, but this hurt like Hell, he could feel his skin burning underneath the wax as his lover spread it under his probably gloved fingers. (He didn't care to check his lovers hands) his mind going numb with pain, and slowly unpleasent memories came to life.

Flashback
He was in California for a camping trip when he woke up to the smell of smoke and the sound of people screaming. He ran out of his tent and saw firefighters trapped not to far away from him surrounded by fire. The Hero ran towards the men determined to rescue them when he wasn't but a few feet away when a fire tree fell landing on the two men, and before the blonde could react another on the shirtless man, burning his back.

Another Flashback
Fire. 1800s. The White house was gone, his heart was burning, he couldn't breath, it was indiscribleable pain, like having someone you loved ripped away from you. England was burning his capital and he was fighting to fight.

Ivan looked down at his lovers face, his eyes were there but not there. "Shit!" The older male thought. It couldn't of been more than minute sense he put the wax on. He had forgotten to ask.
"Damnit!" Ivan wanted to scream at himself.
"Alfred." Ivan said removing the latext gloves, and taking his lovers face in his hands, panic rushing through him.  The younger Nation was sweating, and suddenly the American gasped looking up at his partner with pleading eyes.
"Air-Airstrick-."
He couldn't get it all out, but he didn't need too Ivan pulled his hands away, grabbed a nearby towel to rub the wax off, and turned off the vibrator, taking off the cock ring as well.
Alfred groaning as he came. Relief flooding through the man's body, what breath he had left leaving him, as he slumped against his partner, who was gently and quickly trying to get the wax off.

After getting the American down, Ivan picked his lover up bridal style, the blonde still disappointed with himself as they walked back to their bedroom.

"Alfred." Ivan said
"Don't be mad at yourself, it's okay-"
"No it's not." Alfred interrupted.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
The American pondered for a moment before shaking his head,
"Do you want to take a bath together?"
Another pondered moment before the American shook his head, The Russian nodded, before heading to their bedroom. He laid his lover down under the blue comforter, before climbing in to join him, holding him close. He gently ran his fingers through the French fry colored hair.

"I'm sorry." The Russian whispered in every language he knew the American knew.
the American clung tightly to the sunflower colored shirt, mumbling his own "I'm sorry." The Russian looked down at his lover for a moment, and gave a confused look to his lover.
"You have nothing to be sorry for Alfred."
"I do, I wanted to be able to take it, and I-I couldn't stop seeing the fires. Ivan there were so many. So many. There's always some in California and-and..I-I'm sorry."

The American said frustrated, tears poking his eyes. He hated it when he felt weak or helpless.

"Baby." Ivan said using a strange pet name he had heard many Americans before, when using it his voice was low and soft.
"Baby, please look at me."
Alfred did, a blush obvious on his cheeks.

"It's okay, if you ever feel unsure about anything please, please tell me. Don't be afraid too, I'd rather have blue balls than have you hurt. I'm so sorry you had to go through all of those memories." The Russian gently traced the scar on America's chest, giving it a small peck.

The American smirked at the words "Blue Balls,"
"Promise me." The Russian said seriously.
"Promise me, you'll tell me if you're unsure of something.'
"I promise."
"Good." The Russian said taking his lovers cheek softly in his hand, and kissed the Tanner males lips, the American kissing back.
The two kissed longingly, for a few moments before they pulled apart.
"One moment." The Russian said kissing his lovers forehead, he got up from the bed. First getting the younger male under the comfortably under the covers, then heading out of the bedroom.

Alfred laying under the blankets for a few minutes when the Russian returned with a few more blankets, some movies, and some heated up pizza from the previous night.
"King Kong?" The American asked hopefully
"I've got the Captian America series, and King Kong."
The blonde males eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Thanks commie!"
"Anything for my pig." 

So the two laid in bed, cuddling, eating pizza, watching a giant ape climb a tower. The Russian giving the American an occasional kiss on the forehead, the soft petting he provided for the American didn't stop until the movie ended, that's when Ivan realised that his little sunflower had fallen asleep over the violet eyed man's chest. Listening to his lovers heartbeat.

(A/N: I apologize if the offends the BDSM culture in anyway. Stay awesome you guys Love you<3)