Ivan Braginsky groaned as he rubbed his eyes with his large hands. He listened to the monotonous hum of the elevator as it made its descent to the first floor. He held back a yawn as he wrapped his pale scarf snugly around his neck. Glancing at his watch, he realized that it was already a quarter past two in the morning. This was the part of the job that he hated. Sure, he made exceptional money, and got along with everyone; but the late nights and early mornings made it nearly impossible to put up with. He walked through the brilliantly decorated entrance and grimaced as the intense lights shone into his worn out eyes.
Ivan was the heir of a business tycoon and had inherited it nearly a year ago. Although he was never previously interested in the profession, his father had insisted that Ivan took over in case something was to happen to him. It seemed that his father was simply being paranoid at the time, but not a month later he was attacked and brutally murdered. The reasons were still unknown to Ivan, and occasionally he found himself wondering what it was that his father had gotten himself into.
He felt his body relax ever so slightly as he exited the exquisite building. The steady sound of traffic and crickets filled the crisp air. It was nearing August in the relatively large city, and Ivan wouldn't choose to have it any other way. He had always preferred the chilly winter to the scorching heat of summer. He adjusted the scarf around his neck and headed for his apartment a few blocks away. Although he was becoming very drowsy, he enjoyed the calming effect that his night walks had on him.
He sighed in contentment as his thoughts drifted to the nice, soft bed waiting for him. He could picture its warm blankets cocooning him in a comforting embrace. He could nearly see his apartment from the street, and could just barely tell where his bedroom window was located. He smiled at it, and briefly wondered how much he could actually sleep if he had an entire day off.
As he neared a streetlamp he began to pass by an alley. He took a glance inside of it out of curiosity. Although he wasn't expecting to see anything out of the ordinary, he certainly did not expect to see a pair of red orbs staring back at him from the shadows. He gasped ever so slightly at the odd color, but then came to realize that the owner of the orbs was a man. He was laying on the ground and it was obvious that he had gotten into a fight. There was blood, and bruises littering the man's pale face. Ivan wouldn't be surprised if there were more all over his body. The man momentarily scrunched his face in pain as he weakly tried to push himself off the ground.
Ivan quickly went to the man in order to help him. He froze his movements as soon as he caught sight of Ivan moving towards him. Red eyes followed his every move, staring wide with shock. The man jerked away the instant Ivan got too close. With lights from passing cars, Ivan began noticing other oddities about the man. For one, his hair was pure white, and reminded him of the snow back in his home country of Russia. As Ivan extended a hand, the man flinched wildly and tried standing once more only to grunt and fall back down. Ivan bit his lip as he saw that the man was squirming in order to hide himself within the shadows. Some blood trickling down from his head, and splattered against the concrete. The rustic smell of the red fluid made Ivan wonder if there was more that he was not seeing.
"What happened to you?" Ivan all but demanded.
The strange man could only flinch at the harsh tone as he tried to hide himself and his wounds. Ivan glared at the lack of an answer, but he knew that this man needed help. He had no idea how long the man had been laying on the frigid concrete. He would have to treat his wounds quickly. Although it was not common for the Russian to show such concern for another, this man struck something in him that he couldn't quite place. Without much warning, he took his coat off and laid it over the trembling man who was weakly supporting himself on his arms. The man flinched slightly in surprise but appeared to cuddle into the warmth as a harsh shudder suddenly wracked his body.
Ivan used that distraction as a chance to pick the stranger up in both arms. He was shocked at just how light the other was, but all thoughts were cast aside once he felt the other weakly thrashing around. His grip tightened on him as the albino harshly growled, and simply threw his fist in the Russian's direction. Although the sudden contact caught him off guard, it wasn't enough for him to drop the bloody man. He shifted the man so he had more room to wrap him more securely in the coat, trapping his arms to his own chest. The man's reflexes were getting slower and less frequent until they died down completely.
Ivan sighed heavily in relief as the man suddenly relaxed heavily into his arms. It was only then that Ivan decided to head to his apartment. As he glanced at the body in his arms, he saw that the man's red eyes were closed and his breathing had calmed down significantly. The Russian smiled to himself as he continued on his way with the unconscious man. As Ivan pushed the door to his apartment open, he couldn't help but smile as warmth washed over him. He glanced at the man he was holding and couldn't help but blush as he realized the man had his face buried in the fur of the coat and was even nuzzling up to the Russian's chest ever so slightly. Ivan told himself that it was just because he was cold, but that did little to stop the odd feeling taking him over.
Ivan took the man into his own bedroom, as it was a one-bedroom apartment, and gently laid him on the bed taking care to not hurt him. He grimaced as he caught sight of blood slowly making its way onto the bedding.
"I suppose I needed to change them anyway..." he mumbled to himself.
He removed his coat from the other as he turned on the lamp on the side table in order to get a better look. He was shocked to see just how badly wounded to man was. He had scars littering his body, some large, some small. A few looked more recent, and appeared to be caused by some kind of knife. Ivan noticed that the albino man's pants were soaked with blood and swore to himself as he realized why. Staring down at the man, he sighed as he realized that he would have to wait for him to wake up before he would actually get to know how all this happened.
After a short while of watching the man, Ivan decided to take a chance with the unconscious man. He carefully slid what little remained of the albino's clothes to change him into something he thought would be more comfortable. He faintly blushed as he realized that the man's pants were already undone and he was missing underwear. Ivan was ready to yank them off quickly until he heard a quiet whimper escape the sleeping man. Ivan sighed and forced himself to go slowly while he looked away. He figured the man would not be very grateful if he thought that the Russian was using this as an opportunity to see the man completely naked. As the remainder of the pants slipped off, Ivan couldn't help but marvel at how soft and smooth the man's legs looked. Ivan could hardly refrain from touching them, but decided to focus on the main task.
He was not sure how to go about the shirt, as he did not want to disturb the albino's slumber. He decided to simply leave it alone and went to his dresser to retrieve a pair of his own pajama pants. He grimaced as he looked at the size difference between the man on the bed and the smallest pants he owned.
"These will do for now..." He murmured with a sigh.
Going back to the bed, he sat on his knees in front of the albino and blushed heavily at the thought of what he had to do.
One leg at a time... He thought to himself.
He gently lifted the albino's right leg into his lap and flinched as he heard a small gasp of pain escape the unconscious man's lips. As the man slowly relaxed, Ivan took the opportunity to slip the leg into the pant leg. About halfway though, Ivan did the same to the other leg before shimmying the waistline up the albino's waist. His blush darkened as the man lifted his own hips into the air weakly in response. Although Ivan appreciated the help, it left him scrambling off of the bed nonetheless. He scolded himself for being so jumpy, but there was something about the albino that made him that way.
In the end, he decided not to dwell on it and to simply get some rest. He went to his private bathroom and changed into some sweatpants. Unraveling the scarf, the set it down alone with his shirt. He grabbed a spare blanket from his closet as well as the pillow lying unused beside the albino. After one last look at the man, Ivan turned out the light as he headed for the couch that would serve as a bed for tonight. Ivan shook his head in disbelief about the night's activities. He began thinking about what he was going to do with the man sleeping in his bed as he drifted off to a well-deserved sleep.