Bondage for the Soul

Hetalia: Axis Powers AU

RusAme [Russia and America]

Authors: Mishasfan and VoltageSama.

A role-play converted into a readable format; Furthermore, this is an AU so Russia and America are not Nations- They go by Ivan Braginsky and Alfred Jones.

Chapter 1

It was a nice enough night, with nice enough weather, Alfred decided. Not too cold, not terribly hot. There was a cool breeze whistling through the sparse trees of the city. It was a Friday night, late enough for a good drink but not quite morning yet, and that was what the American planned to do.

Most of the bars on this side of town were busy, lines running out the door with tipsy excited folks waiting to be let in. Alfred scanned the block for a quieter one, quickly spotting a plush looking bar kind of area with no line whatsoever- it looked nice, perhaps he would just go in, see what the drinks were priced, and hightailed it out of there if they were too expensive. Yeah, genius plan! He was good at those! He straightened his jacked upon his shoulders, patting down his unruly blonde hair. C'mon, al. Stop being an idiot.

He stepped through the doors of the establishment, looking for the drink bar. Odd, he didn't see one right away... And it smelled a bit funny. And people... Sure do dress weird these days...

Ah we'll, heroes didn't judge! Maybe he could ask someone. He made his way over to a man who was standing alone, his pale hair and scarf easy to pick out in the crowd. "'Scuse me, dude?" He chirped, tapping the man's shoulder. "I need some help..."

Ivan had on a slick black button up with black pants, only his white scarf made him stick out. He was known very well around the club scene, that scarf is what identified him. Purple eyes met with Alfred's as his hair swept gently in his face, although he blew it out with a quick whisp of air from his mouth. His gaze was daunting, but as soon as he saw the aurora of Alfred's joyous, but nervous tone he gave a smile and lightened his body stance. "Ah, Da. What can I help you with comrade?" His voice was smooth and clearly foreign as he stood a few inches above Alfred.

Alfred gave an apologetic smile. "Ahhah, stupid question- what kinda... Bar is this?" He asked curiously, looking around again. "I don't see any drinks. Unless you're just as clueless as I am, heh" he let his bright blue eyes crinkle up at the edges in a rather embarrassed smile. "I mean, is this somebody's house or something? Or like a private party room?"

Ivan smiled even more and directed his hand to a nearby door. "Oh, you are new I see. Da, there are drinks to help people get social and know each other." he dipped a bit lower, the fingers of his hand flexing inward. "Follow me, and I can assure you you'll like what you see." Ivan already had an eye out for Alfred, he could almost taste that slightly tanned skin against his own as began to walk towards the doors dressed in black. There was a bar behind it, an actual bar with a sensually lit social room.

Well... That was weird. Alfred thought to himself, following the taller man into the other room. He was... New here? And what in the world did he mean by 'he would like what he saw'?

The blonde shrugged it off, following the man into a different room, this one filled with people in even more outlandish outfits than the ones previous. Collars, skimpy outfits, sometimes people weren't wearing anything. A normal person would've been concerned, but Alfred didn't have time for that. Oh god, thanks, ah... What's-your-face." He said lightheartedly to the pale man.

Ivan took his hand and kissed the fingertips gently, "Call me Vanya,..." he never gave out his real name at first, and he led Alfred to the bar where a muscular man wearing a black bandage harness and a woman in skimpy PVC served the drinks. Ivan slid into the seat and the guy easily recognized him, his voice did not match his body type. "Hey! V-v-v-Vanya. I see you have a cute little sub there. My, what a looker." he whistled, and Ivan held up his hand. "Ah, he is new... Calm yourself, Charles." he gave Alfred anything but an apologetic look, and smiled once more. "Your first drink is on me..."

Alfred turned red. Well, this guy was some sort of a gentleman, wasn't he? Kissing his hand, and holding onto him gently, guiding him over to the bar area. "Vanya, huh?" He repeated, the name rolling off of his tongue easily. "I'm Alfred." They both sat down on a stool, the man looking at Alfred and saying something about... A sub? Like a subway? Oh, maybe he thought it was cute they were holding hands like a train. That along with odd look Vanya gave him, Alfred felt his cheeks darken, and he straightened his jacket again. "I like whiskey." He suggested. "But I have money, you don't have to pay. Hah, I should probably be paying you, because you helped me, yanno, and get un-lost!"

Ivan raised an eyebrow, and nodded to the side as if he were considering it. In the back of his mind, he knew Alfred would be paying him back one way or another. He couldn't help but look him up and down, sizing him up and seeing if he might fit into the restraints he had. Yao was his old partner, so he knew the restraints wouldn't fit this muscular or possibly muscular man. He wanted to undress him with his eyes, but a large hand slid a 20 to his bartender. "Whiskey for Alfred, then. I will take vodka, with the usual twist." he bartender nodded and beginning making drinks. Ivan stated at Alfred with those eyes, only looking at his face this time.

Alfred looked down his torso carefully. Maybe he had something on his shirt...? Nooo, Vanya was checking him out, as we're several others in the bar. Psht, he knew he was good looking, but... Still! All of these people- and now the man were simply staring at his face, violet eyes wandering over his lips, his jaw.

Alfred grabbed the whiskey as soon as it was put down, taking a large gulp. "So, come here... Often?" He said lamely, licking his upper lip. "To this bar, I mean? Not... That is, like. I dunno." He took another sip of his alcohol, looking at his lap.

Ivan chuckled, and nodded. "Da. I have been here for years, coming at least once a week or a month." His hands cupped around his shot of vodka with lime, taking it all as well. He slid it to the bartender and nodded for another one. "Do you want me to explain where you are at, or would you like to guess?"

Oh, wow. He was really quite the regular. Alfred watched the man's pale lips close around the glass that he held, taking another sip of his whiskey. "Huh, well. Judging from the costumes and stuff... I'm not sure, really. Some masquerade thing? But as far as I can see, you're dressed normally, and you don't smell." Alfred trailed off. "Uh... Yeah, just tell me." He chuckled.

Ivan notched his head to the side gently as he faced Alfred and leaned onto his wrist as his hand extended to the floor. "You are in a BDSM, or as we like to call it, Fetish club. This is the most normal area, we like to relax and meet new possible partners here, da? There is a show starting soon, if you're wanting to please your inner voyeuristic tendencies and watch. There is no sex involved, but some interesting foreplay." He smiled, it was so inviting it was hard to deny.

Alfred felt his cheeks go a deep red. "A... F-fetish club?" He repeated shakily, a pink tongue peeking out to lap at suddenly dry lips. "Oh, that's... Nice."

Truth be told, he didn't know much about that type of thing. The closest he himself had ever gotten to remotely kinky was his ex-lover, who had a thing for handcuffing himself while Alfred watched, and that had just been awkward. "Please my inner-"

And then the other man looked at him in such a way that... Well, he had certainly never been looked at like before. The blonde swallowed, entranced. "Sure, yeah, that... Sounds... Good..." He stumbled over his words, keeping his eyes locked with Vanya's.

Ivan held his hand, "I encourage you to stay for the show, da? If this isn't your thing, I understand... "

Alfred nodded resolutely. No time to back out! Besides, Vanya... Was holding his hand. They had barely just met, but it felt nice. "You're gonna see it too, right? In this room?" He asked, now a bit nervous. What kind of fetishes... Fetish shows...?

Ivan nodded. "We can view it from right here in the back..." He sipped on his new vodka that was given to him. His hand released Alfred's, and he turned on the stool to face the different way from the bar. His back leaned against the bar, and his biceps curled and stretched the fabric on his skin as he slid his arms over his chest.

Alfred suddenly felt very self-conscious. He glanced down at his own rather baggy clothes, his leather army jackets not the best fitting article ever... What if he was underdressed? Or... Overdressed. Ivan was wearing a simple tight (very tight) black shirt that complimented his pale skin, but what if- he slipped off his coat, letting it pool around his waist. He had a T-shirt on underneath, thankfully just red, instead of what he had been wearing earlier, a Spider-Man print...

"Ladies and gentleman, voyeurs all around, we hope you are prepared for our show..." A man up front said. Or perhaps it was a woman. "Thank you for coming, and please- no throwing things up on the stage." They grinned slyly and excited.