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The Love of Ivan	By : miladygrimm Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Iron Man Views: 3144 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Iron Man 2, X-men (comics) Omega Red, Marvel, or Paramount Pictures, nor do I own any of the characters from the comics or the movies, this is a work of fiction and I do not profit from these writings.

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((Thank you once more to everyone for your comments and your praise. I know that I haven’t been updating as much as often as usual. Life has gotten busy. But I promise to update whenever time allows…at least till I get to the end of this fanfic run amok. LadyAura, Gothicpug you two have been more than amazing.))
When Ivan returned to the basement apartment it was near 3:30 in the morning. His shoes were caked with snow and even he was beginning to feel the bite of cold. The conversation with Arkady had left a cold pit in his belly that had nothing to do with the snow.
He opened the door and stepped inside, his mind set on a nice long vodka drink and a few hours in his bed. He smiled thinking of how pretty Sylvia looked when she was curled up in sleep. When he got out of bed in the mornings she would wiggle over to the warm spot he had left behind and curl into it. For some reason it made him feel better knowing he had given her something warm he had created.
However, the moment he stepped inside the apartment all thoughts of warm beds vanished.
Sylvia stood in the middle of their living room, still clad in her old fashioned nightgown. Her long dark hair was a mess all around her face as she paced the living room floor. Her blue eyes were red with tears, puffy with crying. Her cheeks were splotchy, her eyes too bright.
Ivan opened his mouth to explain but she cut him off.
“Where have you been?” Her voice was strained and he could hear it cracking with unshed tears. She stepped towards him, trying very hard not to cry in front of him.
“Out,” he said flatly, shrugging out of his jacket.
“Out?” She asked crossing her arms beneath her breasts. “You leave here in the middle of the night, leaving no note, and telling me nothing and your best explanation is out?”
Ivan was unsure of how to approach Sylvia. Their still new relationship had not yet touched the subject of arguments and how to deal with one another during them. He was struck by the thought that he had never argued with a woman…ever. He had not known his mother, he had no sisters that he was aware of, no aunts or cousins, and the woman he had spent time with before now had been gone before an argument could even begin. So he said what made the most sense to Ivan.
“I had to go.”
“You had to go?” She repeated her voice a poisonous hiss. “Of course you did. You had to go and you couldn’t tell me where you were going or when you’d be back or IF you’d be back!” She shook her head, making her locks of already disheveled hair shake violently.
Ivan frowned, “What you mean, ‘if’?”
“Your English is good enough to understand what I mean.”
“You think I leave… for always.”
“Yes…no…” she said looking suddenly confused,.
“My English good. Yours, not so much.” He said stepping on the heel of his first boot to slide his foot out, and then the other.
“My English is just fine, damnit.” Sylvia said attempting to stand taller.
“Yes…no…” He shook his head, “No, English bad. Make no sense.”
“Fine. You need me to spell it out for you? I will.” She stomped closer to him, her eyes filled with anger, and beneath that honest fear. ”I wasn’t sure if you were coming back. I wasn’t sure where you were, or why you went, or what is going on. You leave whenever you feel like it, you come home when it suits you, you lock yourself in your lab for hours at a time and I accept all of this as being part of what you are. But when you leave me alone in the middle of the night coming back smelling like liquor, crappy perfume, and smoke…” Sylvia trailed of, words failing her.
“You think I with other woman?” Ivan said clearly confused.
“Were you?” Sylvia challenged.
“Nyet.”
Ivan watched little Sylvia throw her arms up in the world and growl in frustration. He wanted to tell her where he had gone and why. But he had kept it from her for a reason. He kept it all away from her for good reasons. Sylvia did not need to know.
“You aren’t going to tell me?” Sylvia asked scathingly.
“Nyet.” He slid out of his shirt, tossing it on the couch.
“Damnit Ivan…I can’t do this…I have to go.” She turned away from him and stormed off to the tiny bedroom, pulling her clothing out of the little closet.
He shook his head and moved calmly between her and the closet. “Nyet.”
“Can’t you say anything else?” She asked trying to push past him. Ivan gripped her shoulders and unceremoniously toppled her unto the bed.
She lay on the disheveled sheets, her eyes bright with anger. Half risen up on her arms, the long skirt of her nightgown had moved up to reveal one long pearl colored leg. Her hair didn’t look just disheveled now. It looked sexy. Her anger made her breasts push against the plain unflattering fabric and he wished to rip it away to show her in all of her glory. He knelt on the edge of the bed, and watched her brow rise in disbelief.
“Oh no you don’t,” she said squirming back from him till she pressed against the headboard. “You’ve been out….god knows where….either I’m leaving or you’re sleeping on the couch.”
He just smiled. Ivan had never been good at taking no for an answer. Besides, she looked beautiful all riled up like that. He crawled forward and run his dark fingers over her skin feeling the silken smoothness of her leg. She tried to pull it back but he grabbed her ankle And held it in place. “My bed.” He said licking his lips, “Mine.”
“Fine…have it.” She said lifting her chin regally, trying to pull her ankle from his grip. Did she not know how her body moved when she struggled? The nightgown kept riding up showing the long stretch of cream colored flesh. He caught a glimpse of the sensible cotton underwear and felt an urge to rip them open and bury himself inside.
Not yet. He forced the urge back and pulled her forward, sliding her across the bed. The nightgown slid up as she was moved down until it was rolled up just over her breasts. He let go over her ankle and pushed her legs together so he could straddle her thighs.
“Ivan, damnit, I said no.” She pushed against his chest, which had no effect.
“You think I with other woman?” He asked roughly. “Not….will prove.”
He watched confusion creep into her bright eyes. He leaned over her till his nose pushed against hers. “Ivan…I don’t really think…”
“Shhhh….will prove.” His mouth descended upon hers. He wasn’t gentle with her. She felt so soft against his mouth, like a sweet ripe fruit. He wanted to break it open. She resisted at first, but his tongue pushed between her lips and she made a sound halfway between pleasure and protest. The hands that had been pushing against his chest went still, her fingers curling as if she wasn’t sure if she wanted to pull him close or push him away. Progress.
“Say yes.”

“What?” she asked.
“You said 'no', say 'yes' now.”
She paused and looked up at him. “Where were you.”
He sighed his frustration and blew out slowly, “Keeping you safe.”
“What?”
“Ask no more, Sylvaska...please.”
She went quiet for a long moment and then nodded, “Alright, Ivan.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
He used his weight to push her down. Hold her there while he kissed and decided what he would do with her next. He felt her go pliant and he sat up.
Her eyes were focused on him when he unzipped himself, he breathed a low sound when the pressure of his jeans was relieved. He had spent the later hours of the night at a table with a madman, having only the lush bodies of nearly naked women to distract him from the news he had been given. Ivan hadn’t paid them for the curtsey of the view, but he was still a red blooded male. He had enjoyed the view. It had made him think of glorious and terrible things. It had made him think of Sylvia.
She hadn’t moved. He smiled and ran his hand along his own shaft feeling his length swell against his palm. She watched him. He loved how she seemed enthralled by his form. She would watch him when he got out of the shower, when he dressed in the mornings, when he came up from his lab, sweaty and shirtless. She watched him like he was something she could eat.
Suddenly he knew what he wanted her to do.
He knelt next to her head, his jeans halfway down his thighs, and licked his lips. He watched her eye his uncircumcised length, decorated with all the black tribalistic lines. An understanding crossed her face and she opened her mouth which had become red and swollen with their kisses. He lay the blunt tip of his cock against those ruby lips and watched the tip of her pink tongue push along the foreskin, delicately tasting him.
He let his head fall back, closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of her lips sliding down and around his length. Her mouth sucked on him, her tongue slid over the silky flesh of his uncut tip and he moaned. She was gentle with him, her mouth slow and easy. Another night he would have enjoyed it but tonight he wanted something else. He shoved himself forward forcing her to take more of him. Her eyes went wide and she made a surprised sound. She tried to pull away but his hand clasped around the back of her head holding her in place as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth.
“Relax.” He whispered pulling back enough to let her catch her breath. He felt the cool air whoosh in across his length, moaning he pushed steadily forward, her lips pushed his foreskin back until his sensitive swollen tip rubbed against the wet ridged roof of her mouth. He began to rock now, in and out, each time pushing a little more in feeling her relax and get used to the sensation. He reached his free hand down, gripping her large pale breast and giving it a firm squeeze, his thumb flicking across her nipple till he felt it harden against his digit. She was moving now, her hips angling up showing off those sweet cotton panties that were hiding the flat plain of womanhood. His hand dipped suddenly down between her legs. She was moist, and it thrilled him.
She moaned around his length as his hand slipped into the crotch of her panties. He felt her sweet pink nub swollen against his fingers. Her flowering labia spread open, ready and willing to accept him.
He worked himself in and out faster now, her tongue swirled along him and he felt that hot tension grow at the base of him. His sweet Sylvaska sucking like a street corner whore. Wet and slick. It was almost too much. He grunted and pulled out of her mouth suddenly. “Not yet.” He said breathlessly.
He watched her frown at him, “It’s okay, Ivan…I…” she reached out to pull him back to her mouth. He was tempted, tempted to pound himself deep into her maw and spill down her throat.
He shook his head, “Nyet….want to feel you…”
He pulled his jeans down and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them. “Undress.”
Sylvia pulled the nightgown off and banished it to the other side of the room, reaching out for him. “Ivan.”
Christ she looked like an angel. All that cloud colored skin and those bright blue eyes. She reached out for him, so full of trust and need. Her anger replaced by need somewhere along the way. He knelt over her and slid the cotton down her thighs. “Sylvaska.” He whispered. “Need you.”
“You have me,” She whispered.
He made a small sound, not sure why her sweet words touched him so deeply. He lay down suddenly and pulled her on top of him. “Ride me.”
She bit her lip and spread her legs to straddle his hips, he used two fingers to angle his heavy length up so that she could sink down. He watched her as she closed her eyes and sank down on him. He listened for the catch in her breath as he was engulfed by her silken wetness. He waited until she paused, as she always did, so she could adjust to his length. But before she could relax and adjust he reached up and grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down, forcing himself to the root.
She cried out and he slammed his hips upwards, making her bounce in his lap. She whimpered, leaning forward and splaying her hands upon his fit chest. “Ivan!”
“More!” He groaned keeping on hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip. They moved together, her riding down as he slammed up. Still it wasn’t enough.
He rolled her over suddenly and then flipped her on to her belly. His hands wrapped around those full hips and lifted her ass into the air. He ran his hands over that round pale flesh, revealing in the full and soft feel of her. He knelt behind her, and pushed against her. He slid along her slit, her wetness making it all to easy to mount her from behind. He felt her roundness fit perfectly into his lap and he slid inside.
He was not gentle. He gripped those beautiful hips and slammed forward. He took her, over and over again. He bottomed out inside of her sweet pink hole and kept going. He wanted to ruin her. His sweet beautiful Sylvaska, all his. His hips became a hard heavy blur. Her cries echoed in his ears, she cried out his name, over and over again. For a moment he didn’t understand her words, but then…
“Ivan…yes….please…harder!”
He groaned at her words, finally understanding their meaning. “Headboard.” He managed.
She understood well enough, reaching forward, and gripping the headboard. He saw her body stretching beneath him. Her back arched every time he pushed forward. And then suddenly her cries took on a sharpness to them. A quickness to her breathing that told him better than words could that she was close to cumming. He reached around and slid his fingers along her clitoris and those moans became a scream of passion. He felt her tighten and quiver around him and it was too much. He threw his head back, and spilled in her, crying out with her.
~
Sylvia lay there afterward, once had not been enough for Ivan. It was late in the morning, and she felt a pleasurable soreness between her thighs after a night and morning of sex. It had been amazing and terrifying all at once. Ivan had switched from being dominate to being loving and to ferocious. It was as if he wanted it all.
Sylvia rolled over and watched him, his face was soft with sleep. She wasn’t sure what happened earlier in the night…he never did tell her. Not to mention that she had been distracted by his…pummeling. But now she had something entirely different on her mind.
She had been woken up not because Ivan had left. She had woken up because she had been suddenly dizzy and nauseous. She had forgotten it when she realized that Ivan was gone. But now she thought more on it. She was late. She was late by near two months. She had never been late. Not once since she’d gotten over that initial time when she settled into her cycle. Every 26 days without fail she had to pick up a pack of what her mother had referred to as ‘sanitary napkins’
Napkins…honestly.
However she hadn’t needed them now. “Crap,” She whispered sitting up.
“Mmm?” Ivan asked one eye opening blearily.
She kissed his forehead “I’ve got to go to the store. Go to sleep.”
Ivan smiled and stretched out on the bed, Sylvia pulled the blankets over him. She slid into a pair of stretchy leggings, and a pair of jeans. Heavy woolen socks against the cold, a sweater and a large leather jacket. Now…she hoped Nadja was awake.
~
The streets of Moscow were cold and snow fell it light flakes across everyone who dared walk them. As always it was packed with people. Nadja was holding her hand. “I’m terrified.”
“You love him,” Nadja said simply, “Besides, there are ways for dealing.”
Sylvia shook her head. Abortion was the number one form of Birth Control in Russia. However, Sylvia could not bring herself to think of it. “I love him, very much. But…”
“No but…only love.”
Sylvia sighed at the slim blonds ideas on love. Love was beautiful, but was it that simple? She loved Ivan, there was no doubt of that. But it was hardly simple. Sylvia and Ivan were still learning about each other. She was learning to deal with his secretiveness that was born out of years of a life filled with distrust. He was learning to deal with her clingy and nosy nature. It was a work in progress. Was it ready for a new life?
Nadja was taking her to a clinic in Moscow’s outer center, to find out if she even needed to worry about this. Worry felt like the wrong word. Sylvia wanted a family. She wanted children. But now? Maybe…
Nadja lead her into a small brick building and helped her fill out the forms. Nadja explained to the receptionist that Sylvia was a foreigner and still learning Russian. The gray haired woman behind the counter gave a harrumph sort of sound. Can’t please everyone.
Nadja sat with Sylvia in one of the gray metal chairs. “Nervous?” She asked.
“Very.” Sylvia shook her head and sighed. “I…I love Ivan. I want to have kids. I just don’t know if now is the right time.”
“Why not?”
“Well, he’s keeping things from me for one. He left in the middle of the night last night, and wont tell me where he went.”
“Important?”
“Of course it’s important!”
“Came home,” Nadja said knitting her brows together. “Safe.”
“Well, yeah, he did but…” Sylvia shook her head, “Don’t I have a right to know where he is going?”
“Do you trust him?” Nadja asked flatly. “You say love. But you question it. Does not seem right. If you love him then you trust him. Ivan is not some hound type…goes sniffing everywhere. He loves you…either you believe it or you do not.”
Sylvia frowned feeling a little abashed. “Well…when you put it that way.”
Sylvia found herself hoping that she was with child.
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