A/N: So, here's the next chapter ^.^ Sorry, I kind got caught up in making a Hetalia video, and then forgot to eat anything, and I can't write when I'm hungry, so I had to eat first ^.^' So, here you are! Also, I've found that sometimes, pictures and music can help you visualize, and actually be in a scene, and so, here is an example of what Alfred is wearing when he's dancing (minus the bondage, lol)
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Ivan entered the club, where colorful lights chased each other across the floor, wall, and ceiling. He didn't remove the sunglasses he had put on in the car, but he did remove them as he wandered forwards into club. Ivan looked around, noticing that business must have gotten even better lately, since there were more strip poles then when he was last here. An assortment of young men were dancing on the poles seductively, though none of them were of any interest to him. He wondered what this Alfred was like…He was cut off from his thoughts when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He turned to look down at Gilbert, who was smiling,
"Sorry I wasn't already here when you got here," he apologized over the din of music and people talking and screaming. But Ivan really didn't mind speaking loudly,
"Nyet, that's fine," he said. Gilbert chuckled a bit, and then turned his back to Ivan, walking away from him. Ivan followed, like always. Hopefully, this Alfred would not be the same as his last toys that were all just scared of him…
Ivan almost ran into the white haired Prussian, who had stopped in front of a door that said; 'PAID ATTENDIES ONLY' . Gilbert turned to the Russian,
"That'll be $300," he said, holding his hand out. Ivan smiled at that. Ahhh, so his new toy was that good? He pulled a small black billfold out of his back pocket, removing from it 3 crisp hundred dollar bills. Gilbert took them, and hastily placed them in his back pocket before opening the door to reveal a dimly lit room with only a handful of people, all of whom looked extremely rich. Though, this did not worry Ivan, he knew every single one of them from either past deals, or background checks. He sat himself in the chair closet to the stage, and made himself comfortable. He was then happy to see that there was a bottle of vodka on a small table next to his chair. He reached over, popping open the brand new, cold bottle with his bare hands. He sighed happily, leaned back in his chair, and waited for Alfred's show to begin.
Alfred's POV
"What!" Alfred was looking indignantly at a certain Prussian,
"I have to let him do whatever he wants with me?" he asked, his voice raised. Gilbert sighed,
"That's what I said, don't make me say it again, it'll ruin my awesomeness," he said. Alfred could let the awesomeness comments slide, but saying he has to let this….Ivan….do whatever he wanted with him….
"No fucking way, I'm leaving!" he exclaimed, heading towards his locker to change his clothes. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far. A hand grabbed his shoulder, turned him around, and shoved him forcefully against the wall,
"Alfred, you don't have a choice. Even if you leave, he'll just find you, so no matter which way you go, he's still going to get to do whatever he wants with you!" The Prussians' eyes were wide, and Alfred looked at him. He looked almost as terrified as Alfred felt. He knew this Ivan dude was the boss of the Russian Mafia, so there was no doubt he was a creepy individual. But, if he ran away from this now, then not only would Ivan still get him, Gilbert would also get in trouble, and Ivan probably wouldn't exactly be happy with Alfred…
"Fine!" he said, pushing the Prussian off him, and looking at the floor,
"But only because I'm the hero, and this is the only good answer!" he said, pointing an accusing finger at Gilbert, who was still recovering from being pushed back suddenly,
"Uhh, yeah, okay," he said, brushing off his shoulders, and then looking up at Alfred. They stared at each other for a few seconds,
"Well? Get your pretty little ass out there, and dance!" Gilbert said suddenly, pointing at the door at the end of the room. Alfred was surprised for a second,
"Uh-oh yeah…okay, here I go then!" he said, dropping off his glasses next to his locker, and heading as confidently as possible towards the door. His lack of self confidence must have been evident as he walked, because Gilbert decided to shout at him,
"You're the best dancer in the club, live up to that title, Alfred!" 'That's right!' he told himself, 'Just act like it's any other night, dance, and have some fun!' He opened the door slowly, the opening door causing the light to go on in the center of the stage where there was his pole, his favorite one in the whole building…probably because who ever danced on it was the one who brought in the most money, but that was why he was here. So, Alfred took a deep breath, and began to walk into the room as the music began…
Ivans' POV
(The song that is playing: Gimme More by Britney Spears)
Ivan looked up as music filled the small room, and lights came on around the strip pole. He watched expectantly as a lean form began to strut towards the light in the center of the stage in time with the music.
Ivan could already see that this man had an amazing ability to not like a woman when he danced. It was when the light finally reflected off that tanned skin, and bright, blonde hair that Ivan almost dropped his now half full bottle of vodka; he was beautiful. This beautiful creature was his. Ivan smirked and licked his lips, his eyes locked on the blonde, whose eyes were closed as he danced over to the pole in a way that was so salivatingly sexy, and irrationally graceful at the same time. Alfred grabbed onto the pole, spinning around it, and sliding down onto the floor, rolling his body like a snake. When the lyrics of the song began to repeat 'Gimme', he moved onto his hands and knees, and crawled like an animal towards the edge of the stage. And, now, Ivan could see his toy's piercing blue eyes. They looked so incredibly naughty, and Ivan wondered what they would look like with tears of pain and pleasure running from them. He suddenly noticed that Alfred had caught his gaze, and had decided to come to him. Ivan smirked as he approached with the beat, and held the other's gaze, raising an eye brow slightly, a silent signal that he wasn't impressed yet….He obviously didn't know who he was 'All for the better, da?' he thought.
Alfred's POV
Alfred could just make out that handsome face looking at him, and caught the other's gaze. Who ever this was sure wasn't too bad looking…in fact….oh, fuck, he was hot! The man raised a single eyebrow, and Alfred happily accepted the challenge, crawling off the stage, and making his way slowly and seductively along the old carpeting towards the large man. When he came to the other's feet, he looked up, to see the Man looking down at him with an expectant face. Oh, he was trying to test him, was he? 'Well, I guess I'll have to show him the best of Alfred Fucking Jones!' he thought to himself, lightly trailing his hands up the mans legs. He looked up to lock eyes with purple, un-phased eyes. Alfred smirked, then bared his teeth as he let his hands clench on the mans upper thigh. He then pulled himself up onto the mans' large lap with practiced ease, and to rest his ass directly on the other's quickly growing arousal. The man smiled wider, and gave Alfred a very suggestive look up and down his body. Alfred slowly moved his hips back and forth to the music, causing the man's arousal to grow…..woah! How big was he! He just kept getting bigger…Alfred laughed slightly, and leaned forward, to whisper in the man's ear,
"Do you think you could help me with these clothes, big boy?" he asked, his voice low, and husky. The man chuckled,
"Da, of course," he said. Alfred didn't know what 'da' meant, but it must have meant yes, because the man was now slowly moving his hands towards his shirt…
A/N: So, yeah, I stopped in the middle of the strip tease! ^.^ hehehe? Well, not to worry, I just wanted to get this up right away, so I could get the rest of it done. I'll have the next chapter up in the matter of hours, so be ready for MOAR!
