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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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((I first would like to thank everyone who has read my litle story and the wonderful reviews I’ve gotten from LadyAura and GothicPug. I appreciate it more than I can say))
The darkness was so complete that she didn't know her eyes were even open. For a moment Sylvia didn’t know where she was or why she had woken. She wanted to roll over and pass back into the blissful oblivion of sleep. Exhaustion was an anchor behind her eyes. Her limbs were heavy with deep slumber paralysis. But she was awake….why? Then she felt it. There was a weight over her.
For a moment that lasted an eternity she was afraid. In a split second she took into account that her clothing was still in place, she wasn’t cut anywhere, and she wasn’t tied down. The worst of her worries abated. Then she felt lips against her cheek. Warm soft lips. And the tickle of facial hair.
It all came rushing back to her. The night the expo blew up, Tony Stark, The Police, and the fact that Ivan was deeply rooted in it all. She felt the cheap bed beneath her body that confirmed she just aided and abetted. She should have felt horrible about it. She didn't.
“Ivan?” she asked relaxing suddenly. Feeling him kiss his way gently over her cheek and across her chin.
“Sylvuska….” His voice was a husky whisper against her skin.
Sylvia hoped that was a term of endearment and not someone else’s name. She didn’t ask, his lips had found hers. He didn’t taste like hospital food now. He tasted like Ivan. His lips were gentle against her own. He kissed her slowly as if courting her to kiss him back. She reached out to touch him. He linked their fingers pushing her hand back against the bed. All she could feel was his mouth. She could do nothing but kiss him back.
“Sylyuska…” he whispered once more “Ti ochen nuzhnA mne.” The very tip of his tongue traced along her lower lip, tickling along the fullest part of her mouth before he slid his lips across her neck.
His leg slid up between hers, pushing her thighs apart. She felt his knee press firmly against the flatness of her womanhood and she squirmed at the pressure. Sylvia cried out against his mouth and he drank her cry down. His hand slid down her side, running over the long curve pausing on her hip. She felt his fingers squeeze into her flesh and she wanted more.
It had been too long. She didn’t want gentle. She wanted someone to loose control for her. She pressed her mouth harder against his and flicked her tongue. She felt her body wake up now, no sluggish sleep filled limbs. Their tongues tangled and she felt her breath beginning to come shallow. And then his mouth was gone. He pulled back from this kiss running one finger across her mouth.
“More.” She whimpered kissing the tip of his finger. “Please.”
His chuckled filled the dark room. The sort of pleased sound a man makes when he is alone with a woman and knows exactly what is going to happen.
“We will…I promise.” His hand slid up her shirt and she breathed out a deep sigh.
Callused fingers slid across her belly traveling slowly upwards till his thumb brushed over the underside of her breast. “Ivan…” She arched beneath him causing his knee to rub her underpants against her womanhood. She felt herself grow damp and she wanted more. She continued to arch her hips up and down, grinding against his leg to ease the need building between her thighs. It wasn’t helping.
She reached out to touch him and found him shirtless, careful not to touch the bandage over his still healing shoulder. His skin was soft, but the muscles beneath it were wrought iron. She tickled her fingers over his back, feeling the raised skin of his tattoos.
His hand slid up around her breast. She cried out to the darkness and his fingers tightened.
“Yes, Ivan! Yes!”
She ran her fingers down his back and paused where she felt jeans. She hooked her thumbs into the jeans and tugged but they wouldn’t come off. She growled at them, as if it would help anything. “Off.” she demanded.
“Want see you,” he said sliding away. His English getting was getting worse. Good. Sylvia felt him leave the bed. She heard the floor creak and then the light near the door went on. She blinked away temporary blindness and then froze.
Ivan stood next to the door. The single yellow bulb illuminated just one side of him, throwing into sharp relief the harsh scar line beneath one eye. His lips had swelled with tie kissing just making them look fuller and ready for more. His golden skin was stretched along a long fit frame. The muscles were less due to all his time in bed…but he still looked like some sort of pagan god. His jeans rode low on his hips, letting her glimpse the masculine lines of his hips.
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He watched her watching him and he loved it. Ivan had not had much luck with women. Any luck. Between stints in prison and being holed up with his father he had not given much thought to having a warm and willing woman. Most of his experiences had been paid for. He wasn’t ashamed of this. He wasn’t a fool either. They had been pleasurable enough. But they were paid women. A paid woman wanted you for you money. But he had not paid Sylvia. There she was, laying on the bed, looking up at him with hungry eyes. She wanted him…all on her own. That made it all the better.
He liked the way she looked at him. He drew two fingers down the line of his abs stopping where the jeans began. Her eyes were firmly fixed on his fingers as they undid the button and slid the zipper slowly down. He was bare beneath the jeans, circumstances had not given him the time to slide on undergarments. He watched her eyes go wide as he slid the heavy fabric down revealing himself in inches. Like many Russian men he was uncircumcised.
“Sylvaska…” he crooned stepping out of the pants and walking towards her naked. “You stare.”
“Yup.” Sylvia said still staring.
“You like?”
“Do I have a pulse?” She asked.
“Don’t know…let me check.” He prowled forward, there were no other words for it, and crawled unto the bed on all fours. He leaned forward until his lips closed over the large vein in her neck, and he licked. “I feel pulse.” He leaned back on his haunches and tugged at her shirt. “Off.”
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Sylvia gripped the edged of her shirt and then paused. Ivan was calling all the shots…her was taking everything so slow and gentle and Sylvia wanted more. No, Needed more. But if she kept complying with his orders he was going to have it his way.
“No.” She said firmly.
“No? You don’t want…” He motioned to himself.
Sylvia laughed, “Oh I want…I very much want. But I don’t want to be…” She sighed and shook her head, “I said No…I’m not going to take my shirt off.”
He looked confused for a moment and then a smile slid over his lips. “Then what are you going to do?”
Sylvia sat up on her knees with him, moving forward till their thighs were lined up and her breasts were pressed to his chest. She licked his good shoulder and slid slowly backwards. Keeping her tongue on his skin till she got to one dark nipple.
She slid her mouth over it and suckled; eliciting a sharp gasp. She felt the dark skin go taut in her mouth and she dragged her teeth across it.
She heard him curse something; some beautiful Russian slur. While she didn’t know the words, she understood the feeling. Now he wanted more. Good. At least they were on the same page.
Her mouth traveled downwards and she wrapped her hands around his back for support, just above his ass. He was thick enough that when he was hard he did not stand ‘erect’ but instead hung pendulously between his thighs.
She felt his hand upon her head trying to push her downwards. Looking up she saw that he was eager…needy. Good. She giggled and watched his eyes roll back And then, when she wasn’t looking, she slid her tongue along his length.
His shaft was hot and she worked her tongue around that super silken flesh that most American men had snipped away. Sylvia suckled that same flesh into her mouth. She watched his hands clench and unclench. He said something else and she just had to ask, “What was that?”
“You are teasing.”
“Am I?” She asked sliding her mouth down the underside of his cock till she got to the base of him.
A growl ripped from his throat. She felt his hands grip her shoulders and haul her across the bed till she was flat on her back. He shoved her shirt up revealing her breasts. He straddled her hips, the way a woman would straddled a man but there was nothing feminine about Ivan. He held her down with one hand flat beneath her collar bone and nuzzled possessively between her breasts. She felt the hair on his chin tickle between her breasts. She giggled and then his mouth latched on to her nipple.
“Ahh!” She cried out as shocks of electricity thrilled it’s way through her body.
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Ivan had pictured this moment, thought about her squirming beneath him. And there she was, her breasts jiggled temptingly as she struggled to feel more. When he woke in the dark and felt her so close he had planned on seduction. He had planned to take her slow…precise. To leave her breathless and pleased. But now that he saw her stretched out and hungry for him he could not help but give her everything.
He gripped her pants and ripped them down her legs lifting her body from the bed. She squirmed out of her shirt and was suddenly, blissfully, naked beneath him. She looked like a goddess with the lush ripe curves of a woman. No…taking his time was no longer an option. He needed her. He hooked his hands between her thighs and spread them slowly to see that sweet pinkness he had dreamed about.
He looked up, expecting her to look hungry. But she was looking away, eyes closed, embarrassment coloring her cheeks pink.
“Sylvaska?” He asked softly.
“I’m sorry…” She whispered.
Now Ivan really was confused, “For what?”
“I didn’t know we would get this…uhhh…this. I didn’t have time to shave or anything. I’m sorry.”
Ivan blinked in astonishment and then laughed a full belly laugh.
Sylvia glared up at him, laughter was not what she wanted right now. She was embarrassed. He looked down at her once more and shook his head, “Sylvia…you Americans and your fixations on hair and body…Why your women always trying to look like little girls…this…” He said rubbing her fingers through her patch of dark curls that decorated her pubis. “This is what women have, Sylvaska.”
“I…” She looked down, obviously still not believing him.
He felt anger once more, anger at whoever and whatever had made the pretty round Sylvia think so little of herself. “You are woman….you can take what I want to give.”
“Huh? Is that some sort of euphemism?”
“I show you.” He said kneeling between her thighs, and gripped her hips. He angled her up so that her weight was on her upper back and then everything happened.
One moment Sylvia was empty. And the next she was full. There was no gentle working, no timid prod, no other colorful harlequin phrases to described the way he possessed her body. He thrust himself in as if he’d force his way out the other end. He drew back slowly…and then thrust forward again, hard enough to make her arch. Sylvia wasn’t sure if she liked this. It was a thrust so hard it almost hurt.
“Ivan…I…please.” She said putting a hand on his chest and trying to push him back.
“No, Sylvaska,” he said with a shake of his black and white hair, “I show you.” He held her tight by her hips. He rammed himself in over and over again making her whimper and cry. “Take.” He growled.
She had no choice. His hands were digging into her flesh and he rammed into her like she was not a human being but a toy for his pleasure. She should have felt angry about it. But that he was loosing it for her…that drove her wild. He began to mutter Russian phrases….she didn’t know what he said but it didn’t matter. He threw her knee over his good shoulder and grip her breast with his free hand. He continued his relentless assault barreling her into the bed, riding that point between pleasure and pain.
He hit so deep. She felt her body going hot and then like an explosion she was screaming his name. Pleasure rode her hard and wild. She was dimly aware that she was clawing her nails down his chest.
“Sylvia!” Ivan groaned an instant before he flooded her.
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