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Sometimes when watching him play chess, or read a book, he wanted to shove him against the chair and kiss those cold lips, just to make a reaction happen. Raivis was positive Ivan was the embodiment of evil, and if he was also a sin, to Raivis he had become lust.
Maybe it had happened when his hand had gotten stuck down the kitchen drain, Ivan playfully playing with the switch, telling Raivis in grusome detail what would happen if he turned on the garbage disposal and his hand was still inside. Eventually he had cried, of course, begging to get pulled out, and Ivan had helped him. His breath with a hint of vodka, that huge hand wrapping itself on his arm, tugging him out. It had made him shiver, and feel like a small child again, about to get swallowed up by what was known as Ivan.
"Sir.."
Raivis had been holding the plate with cookies and a shot of vodka with outstretched arms for more than thirty minutes already, his arms shaking because of the weight.
"Sir, can I please..?"
He was stopped without any words, Ivan looking up from the book with a sigh had been enough.
"Raivis, can't you do a simple chore like this one?"
It wasn't a mocking tone, it was lighthearted, airy, made Raivis think of a dandolion in the breeze. It was beautiful.
Except Raivis already knew what came after.
"but s-sir I-I can't hold i-it for much l-longer.."
He'd get punished.
Punishment by being held upside down until the blood rushed to his head and he felt the world collapsing into his stomach and throat.
Punishment by Ivan leaning on him until he felt his spine about to break.
Punishment by being forced to sit on the floor and eat whatever fell on the ground.
Punishment by...
"If you drop anything Raivis, I'll make you stand outside without a coat"
Which wouldn't be a problem except that it was so cold outside that Raivis' tears would freeze immediately on his face.
His face scrunched up, both from the effort of not crying and concentration.
There were many reasons after the food processor incident that Raivis had fallen for Ivan. He was the choosen one. Not Toris, not Eduard, but /Raivis/.
Deep inside, Raivis knew that Ivan favored him the most, that's why he was always targeted, for no other reason would Ivan find an excuse to be with Raivis if for that right? Who else would check if Raivis had organized the library in alphabetical order without any mistakes? It made him feel special, he was searching for the one scrap of warmth that would come. Ivan touching him without harming him, telling him he'd done a good job.
Of course, Raivis would be the one to make Ivan see that.
His palms were unbelievably sweaty by now, the dishes clattering on the tray.
One day, Raivis would tie Ivan to this very chair, where plenty of punishments had been pinned on him, and he would make sure to give back to Ivan ten times as much grief as he had gotten.
He'd break those violet eyes, make Ivan beg to be let go.
Make him want him as much as Raivis wanted Ivan in the middle of the night.
He'd learned much over the years... So much more than the history books regarding Ivan the Terrible would have ever taught.
Ivan was vulnerable, no matter how many times his heart fell out, deep inside...
"oh Raivis.."
Two hands rested on his shoulders, tightening their grip, the leather from the gloves smelled so..
"why did you drop them..?"
Raivis looked down, the tray still in hand, but the mess of cookies and vodka had seeped into the carpet.
"s-sorry sir.."
It seemed like revenge would have to wait, the cold was already reaching for him from outside.