Past the Drugs and Shitty Ideals

Description: Alfred Jones was only there for curiosity's sake. Well, that, and he happened to be impersonating a certain alcoholic brother of his. That is when he met the purple eyed sex addict son of the richest most corrupt man in the city.
Rating: M Genre: Romance/Angst?/Humor Pairing: Alfred/Ivan

Resa: Umm. So we begin. Warning, there will be smut, that's basically what this is rated M for. They key word is Satyriasis.

Well, to people more learned than I, I apologize for a mistake that's been made with this story. Apparently Nymphomania is the term that applies to women and Satyriasisis the term that applies to men. Probably should have guessed considering the root word nymph... We could probably work with that if we wanted too, but we're too lazy to change what's already been started of the next chapters of this story so I'm going to simply change the word to the correct one though I don't like the way it sounds as much. I'd been led by other individuals to mean nympho simply means sex addict. Probably why I shouldn't pay attention to any of the things my male cousins say. Thanks to Imouto-chan for pointing out the error.

Alfred rolled his head and shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable. He hated sitting for...well any period of time really with so little entertainment, not to say that he was bored by these people and their problems, he wasn't that cold, he was heroic and he would help them any way he could! Though really if anybody should be here it should be his stepbrother, everyone knew he couldn't hold his liquor at all. Alfred sighed, shifting restlessly again.

Ivan bit his lip nervously as he glanced around at the other self-enrolled students (or as in his case the people forced to enroll by government officials) of this self-help program. He done this before and would no doubt do it again, but he'd told himself to actually try and get help this time and that meant actually talking about the problem. So he carefully worked up the courage to raise his mouth from under the cover of his scarf and speak up when his opportunity came. "I... I am Ivan Braginski."

His name provoked curious looks from those who'd heard it before and wondered why this wealthy young man was slumming it with the rest of them, "and I suffer from Alcoholism and..." He paused, a blush spreading across his cheeks to be admitting such things in front of so many strangers. "And Satyriasis."

Alfred's interest had been somewhat perked when he heard a different, if not a little hard to understand accent. It was definitely non-American, though he wasn't sure where it was from, probably somewhere in Europe. Oh, something outside the ordinary, good. Ivan, that sounded...communist. Yes, admitting he was an alcoholic was normal, what came next was not and Alfred could not stop the smirk that rose to his face. He wasn't sure why he smiled. Maybe it was the way the other said it, maybe it was the word itself but Alfred found himself very interested in the meeting all of a sudden.

Ivan continued slowly, nervously, as he knew the supervisor of this little thing expected him too. "I have had these problems for... For many years." Since he'd about to turn fourteen to be exact, so it had started a little more than two years ago. "And my previous attempts to drop these habits have failed."

Because he'd never really wanted to quit in the first place. He was rich; he could afford to have more vices than he did virtues and everyone knew it. "And as I can umm..." Ivan mumbled, trying to find the words to discuss this topic. How does one open up about something so personal with others? He'd always just lied before today. "As I can easily drop into either of these bad habits for hours or even days without there being any bad err... side affects it has been hard to summon the willpower to change."

Hours or days at a time with no side effects? Alfred smirked again, he really shouldn't be thinking any of the...interesting thoughts he was thinking about the other. He was younger than him, that much was clear, still, a sex addict at that young age? Then again Alfred didn't know enough about it to know when it started. He knew Francis was one, so he knew what one was. And the other did have serious problems. But then again, it was the hero's job to help with such things. Alfred continued watching Ivan, almost curiously, but also wondering just how he should approach the other. One thing was for sure though; he was going to meet Ivan one on one. Then he could plan things from there.

Ivan lapped into silence after only a couple more words, staring awkwardly around the room before letting his gaze rest on the floor. "That is all I'd like to say right now..." These people made him uncomfortable. He was unused to sharing anything, even a cab with strangers, let alone his odd addictions.

Oh, he seemed so shy too. Alfred wondered if he should just skip his turn, he hated talking in these things, he passed on his Yeah, he'd pass. He entertained the thought that maybe he should share, just so that he didn't seem so self-righteous and like he didn't belong here, because he really wasn't trying to come off like that. It was just...pretty much he came here under the name of 'Arthur' so that his step-brother wouldn't have to come, kind of complicated, but he did it anyway. Still, he hated taking the blame for his alcohol problem.

Ivan watched as the blonde seated across from him passed with a shrug, eyes still on said blonde even when the small blonde man next to him began speaking. (One of Ivan's old servants actually, he had wondered what had happened to the little man after his break down.) There was something about the blue-eyed man that drew his attention, and the fact that the man was staring directly back at him didn't help.

Alfred watched the other, secretly pleased that the other was staring back at him, his eyes where...violet? Maybe, it might have been a trick of the light from that distance. Still, what was the other thinking of him he wondered? Well, might as well be friendly, with his trademark grin he gave a small wave to the one across from him so that not to many would notice. The only times he didn't want to draw attention to himself was in meetings like these. Still, the other was intriguing him more and more. He seemed shy but he held eye contact with a stranger surprisingly well.

Ivan frowned slightly, uncertain of this mans intentions. (If this was another one of the paparazzi's spies he would have to murder him) But he still waved back, intrigued by the large friendly smile and the other mans studious gaze.

Feeling accomplished with the returned waved Alfred brightened noticeably, then turned to focus his attention on whoever was speaking, he didn't want so seem like a creeper anyway, and staring was kind of well...creepy. Still it was really boring to hear the other person talk after listening to Ivan's interesting coming out. He rested his head in his head, small smile still present and tried not to sleep.

Ivan sat restlessly through the next couple of speakers, eyes shifting back to the nearly sleeping blonde every couple of moments until the last speaker took his place. A strange cross-dressing polish man began to speak of his own problem with alcohol and his worry that he might be gay. (Big surprise there) Speaking of several incidents involving a man who he believed he might love getting into extremely awkward situations with the drunk he-she. Ivan was unpleasantly surprised to learn that Felix (the cross dressers name) was going with an ex of his own when the man let his name slip. But then was pleased to hear that Felix felt his alcoholism needed to stop because his friend was not ready for another relationship due to the ending of his last one, and the things that were happening while he was drunk put a strain on their relationship.

So not only was Ivan's ex not able to move on because of him, but this he-she was also suffering because of him. Ivan stood at the close of the meeting, in a much better mood than he had been entering this place earlier, only to pause as a thought flitted across his mind. Perhaps he should mention at the next meeting that among his previously listed problems he might also be something of a sadist? That could prove to be a problem…

Resakeilor: Um... So this is the chapter...

NekoKayia: One

Resakeilor: We wrote it. -nods- In case you weren't paying attention Alfred is the Pedo in this story and Ivan is the slut.

NekoKayia: Defying normalities one chapter at a time! Though Ivan is still an Alcoholic.

Alfred: With his damned commie alcohol.

Resakeilor: I think he's cute~

Ivan: But I can still hurt you~

Alfred: Liar! I'm the one who's going to take advantage of you! Wait... That sounded bad...

Ivan: And you call yourself a hero.

Alfred: Of course I'm a hero...

NekoKayia: I love that in the comments I'm ****** but I was ****** in the story. x3

Resakeilor: LOL, yes. Wait! Don't tell them who's side you wrote. I want them to guess, I'm going to sensor the names now.

NekoKayia: Pfft. Fine. Whatever. My readers should know! If they're here. You'd have readers too if you updated.

Resakeilor: No I wouldn't. Not any more than I do. People aren't as interested in what I write. Or if they were they switched to homestuck. I know like five people who have done that. Besides my writing style is a little different when I RP.

NekoKayia: Update or I'll eat you. That's a promise. Anyway I hope everybody enjoyed the first chapter.

Resakeilor: Update which one?

NekoKayia: All of them. Now.

Resakeilor: ...Later

NekoKayia: I shun you until then.

Resakeilor: I'll update Nightmare tomorrow.

NekoKayia: Good Resa. -pats head-

Resakeilor: Yay! I win!

NekoKayia: Should we offer a reward if someone guesses right?

Resakeilor: Yes! They'll get to pick a topic for our next RP (excluding USUK cuz I don't do that) and will receive an imaginary cookie plus the satisfaction of knowing they won.

NekoKayia: Sounds good, anything goes guys. (Resa: Excluding USUK smut)

Resakeilor: Woot! You have a 50/50 chance peoples. Guess who wrote Ivan and who wrote Alfred and you win!

NekoKayia: Good luck~