Chapter 2: Peeping Tom
Word Count: 4,957
I'm almost done writing the story, once I finish it, I'll post every week instead of about every month, promise.
Humming happily, Ivan found it funny that people on the team were about the only people that feared Ivan and Alfred less than others. Mostly because Alfred didn't want them sustaining serious injury that prevented them from playing, and liking the sport seemed to be an in with the blond as well. Ivan would have called it weak if it hadn't been for one stupid male who had tried things that crossed the line and Alfred had not only dropped him from the team, but beat the shit out of him. News traveled fast on the grapevine and it was clear being on the team wasn't a complete immunity. So none of them tried getting on Alfred's bad side, indeed some even engaged in conversation about baseball and strategies and Alfred would light up and be so cheerful and optimistic Ivan sometimes found himself thinking that Alfred would have been quiet the popular student if it wasn't for his habit of beating up his classmates.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Ivan once more decided that he did not prefer basketball. But Alfred was right about it letting him carry the bat around, though a sad replacement from his metal pipe, it worked on school grounds. He closed his locker, normal clothes back on though he would have to take a shower when he got home. He used to shower after gym or practice, but Alfred's own paranoia about doing so somehow brushed off onto him. Closing the locker door Ivan looked over at Alfred who had been waiting for him. "You take fucking forever to change. Like every single time. Why do you wear so many layers anyway? Stupid commie."
"I have told you many times that I am not communist, neither is Russia. No reason to live in your constant haze of stupidity." Ivan tisked. Alfred turned to glare at him.
"You're still communist. You have that personality."
"What personality?" Ivan smirked, stepping closer to Alfred, giving him a quizzical look, just knowing what the just of the answer would be.
A slow smile stretched across Alfred's face at the opportunity presented to him, "Cocksucking, higher-than-thou asshole."
"Oh dear, I am afraid you misunderstood Alfred, you just described yourself perfectly." Ivan grinned, "Ah, what a ring too, I think I will call you this from now on."
"Wow. I did not think you could be so fucking low as to steal my insult."
"Perhaps." Ivan smiled, moving quickly to fist his hand into the others blond hair. Alfred let out a small sound, but when Ivan forced his head back into the locker - not too hard, Ivan didn't want to knock the other out or give a concussion - Alfred let out a low growl, his own hands moving up to grip at Ivan's outstretched arm.
"The fuck are you doing?" Alfred growled out, though he wasn't moving Ivan's hand, and for good reason considering moving it would mean Ivan would yank at that one particular hair that he already had in his grip.
"I told you earlier I would be punishing you." Ivan smiled, did the blond really forget so soon? "You do not try manipulating me or suggest that I am doing what you truly want, understand?" Ivan growled out this time.
Alfred glared at him before a smirk came across his face, "You're just pissed cause it's true."
That was a rial if Ivan had ever heard one, they both knew that wasn't true. But, Ivan would bite, if that's how the other wanted it. Ivan pulled Alfred's forward, not missing the gasp the other let out, but choosing to ignore it before forcing Alfred's head back into the locker again. Alfred punched Ivan in the jaw.
Ivan chuckled darkly, tightening his grip in Alfred's hair, feeling dark pleasure as the others eyes widened, knowing what was going to happen a second before it did, not enough time to stop it, but enough to register the upcoming move. Ivan pulled up harshly. Alfred let out a shout, hands once again going to Ivan's arm, clawing at the thick jacket but not finding any skin to really dig into. Ivan smiled as he relaxed the pressure, but Alfred was already panting and his legs shaking, eyes glazed. It was amazing how arousal could suck the fight out of one's muscles. Alfred seemed to start to regain himself, eyes clearing and breath starting to sound less desperate.
He pulled again, he couldn't have that, could he? Alfred gasped and seemed to try to sink onto his knees, it was just so amazing how little strength he had so shortly, he could barely stand. But Ivan pulled at his hair, forcing the other to stand to prevent pain or loss of hair. The blond let out a needy whimper, hands clenching into the fabric of Ivan's jacket, "F-Fucker."
"There you are again with name calling, it is not nice."
"Go to hell." Alfred managed to grit out. Ivan hummed, pulling him up further by the hair and connecting their lips together. Alfred's hands moved to the front of his coat, bringing him closer. Ivan pressed the other against the lockers, pulling at Alfred's hair and pressing his knee up between Alfred's legs. Alfred gasped, disconnected their lips as he did. Ivan bit at Alfred's bottom lip in punishment for pulling away and connected their lips again. Of course that was right before Alfred punched him.
Ivan rubbed his cheek, wincing at the tenderness. Alfred didn't have to hit him that hard. The blond growled, moving away, and Ivan put his leg down to allow the other to escape, though Alfred used the lockers to support himself, "Ass. I said not at school. How many fucking times?"
"I cannot count them, but a lot." Ivan rolled his eyes, "Fine, but I am not helping you with that."
"Like fuck you aren't!" Alfred snapped, fixing his bookbag, starting away, seeming to stand alright.
Ivan followed, humming, "No, I would have, but you have already pissed me off."
"Well fuck you! I can find somebody else on the way home!"
"No you will not, you are a cock slut."
"There are other cocks in the world in case you haven't noticed." Alfred glared back at Ivan.
"Yes, but mine is bigger~"
"Sometimes I wonder what's bigger, your cock or your fucking head!"
"Well technically Alfred-"
"Don't. Shut up. I am going to find somebody else."
"No you will not."
"Then you are fucking coming home with me!"
"You seem to never understand punishment, you are such a little idiot. It is not in a cute way either." Ivan hummed, opening the locker room door.
"Bastard." Alfred grumbled, but they both stopped when they saw somebody leave out the doors quite quickly at the end of the hall. Alfred frowned, "Think they saw?"
"Hm... Perhaps."
"This is all your fault." Alfred said, starting to walk away again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Alfred whined, trying to move so- there. He let himself groan out as his prostate was struck, grinding his hips down so that he wouldn't lose that pleasure. Not that it fucking mattered, "A-Ass."
"Let me guess, one day you are going to kill me?"
"Yes!" Alfred snapped, tossing his head back and forth, trying to get the blindfold off. Ivan tied it tight though. He heard shuffling of something, but it was hard to distinguish over his own panting and movement.
"Keep promising yourself that." Ivan hummed, sounding almost bored. "Why do you still have comic books? You are such a child. Or is the phrase nerd? They are not even any good."
"Gonna kill... Hm..."
"Says the one who let me tie him up. You can be so incredibly stupid."
"Didn't- didn't let." Alfred gritted out, clenching his fists tightly and moving his arms in the ropes, it burned a bit, but he cared more about trying to get off as he tried positioning the toy inside him to hit his prostate again without anything but his hips to aid in such a task.
"Practically." Ivan hummed, Alfred growled at that, "I find it funny watching you trying to fuck yourself on a toy though."
"F-fuck off."
"Well I could leave you like this if you really want."
"Bas-stard!" Alfred hissed. He just knew Ivan was doing something to please himself, his voice had taken that deeper edge to it that it always did.
"Or, you could ask nicely and I might give you what you want." Alfred struggled against the rope holding his hands, but it did little other than cause his breath to come in even shorter. He shook his head, biting his lip to not even say a thing. Ivan probably wanted it just the same, so he wasn't going to beg for it! No way in hell. Although now he understood why Ivan hadn't gagged him like he sometimes did. Alfred moved his hips down until he felt pleasure again, stifling the moan as he continued to bite his lip. That felt so good. "I see." Ivan mused. Alfred felt the dildo inside of him start pulling out. He felt excited, considering that usually meant that they could finally actually fuck.
His body seemed to want to keep it in him though, because his muscles tightened around it, making it kind of hurt when Ivan pulled it out. After a moment of recovery he growled when he realized Ivan wasn't doing anything else, leaving him with even less stimulation. That was until a few slick fingers pushed into him. Alfred gasped, surprised more than anything, he hadn't even heard the other getting lube. He let out a groan, moving down on the fingers to try and make Ivan just go fucking faster. He was hard and horny and the other was just not doing what he wanted. Even Ivan's fingers seemed to refuse to hit his prostate as Ivan finger fucked him. "Will you ask now?" Ivan asked. Alfred could almost see the stupid smirk the other would have on his face.
Alfred couldn't believe he was about to say what he was about to say, but god did he fucking want it, no more teasing or Ivan fucking around with him without the actual fucking part. He twisted his hands in the binds again in a last ditch effort to see if they would magically come free. They didn't. He knew he should have never taught Ivan how to make a good knot. "Shut up and just fucking fuck me already!" Alfred snapped.
Ivan pulled his fingers out making Alfred writhe in his sexual frustration before he just slumped against the headboard he was attached too, panting heavily at the extra exertion. However, then he felt Ivan grab his hips, and his legs were moved to either side of Ivan. Finally. Fucking teasing bas- Ivan slammed inside of Alfred. He threw his head back, letting out a sound between pleasure and pain, but mostly it was pleasure. Ivan was big sure, but the toy hadn't exactly been small and Alfred wasn't exactly a virgin either.
He felt nails digging into his hips, but his mind only registered that dimly, mostly focused on Ivan thrusting into him, already hard and rough right into Alfred's prostate. He pushed his hips back, just trying to get more everything. He wanted more, wanted Ivan to go faster, harder even. Perhaps something along those lines made it past his senseless moans, because Ivan did exactly that. All Alfred really felt was the stinging of the rope and Ivan fucking him until he knew nothing else. Ivan moved his hand down, finally undoing the cock ring.
Alfred knew he let out an embarrassing sound as he came instantly, arching up into Ivan as he did, seeing white behind the blindfold. He almost passed out honestly, but he wasn't on cloud nine much longer, he was at least aware of Ivan cumming inside of him, and he shuddered at the feeling he doubted he would ever get used to. Bastard refused to wear a condom anymore. Ivan rutted into him a couple times after that before going still, head buried into Alfred's shoulder. It wasn't until Ivan released his teeth that Alfred's skin, once numb felt the bite. "Ow fuck. Fucking bastard." Alfred breathed out.
Ivan chuckled, pulling out of him. Ah, that always felt weird. He wiggled around, only mildly worried that Ivan would go and take a shower and leave him here - the other had done it before. "You should be thanking me for marking your shoulder instead of your neck."
"Marking. Other people leave hickeys you know!"
"That is for the weak. Oh! I understand why you want them."
"Get bent."
"I believe I just did."
"Shut up." Alfred hissed. Ivan chuckled, and Alfred felt a hand against his cheek before the blindfold was pulled up over his head. He blinked at the sudden invasion of light, groaning. It wasn't as bad as when hungover, but it was worse than when first waking up in the morning for school too. And yep, "I knew your face looked like shit. How sad, I'd almost forgotten." Ivan hit him over the head before actually untying his wrists that had marks in a complete circle across from them. Alfred just flopped down onto the bed with a groan.
Ivan snorted, standing up and walking towards the bathroom with just the words of, "Do not be so dramatic, it is unattractive."
"Oh yes, you caught me, I live to please you and your fat ass. Forgive me oh lord of the communists, for clearly I have committed a great sin against assholes everywhere." Alfred grumbled, searching around for his phone with his hand, too tired to lift his head up, hearing the water running from the bathroom.
"See, there you go again." Ivan called over the water.
Alfred rolled his eyes, grabbing his phone finally and pulling it towards him, looking at the time. "Six? It's fucking six?"
"Yes." Ivan said, turning off the water and coming in, "Congratulations on being able to tell time, I knew one day you would learn." Ivan threw a washcloth right into Alfred's head. Alfred sat up, ignoring his exhaustion and pain to throw his alarm clock - which was never plugged in - at Ivan, clipping Ivan's shoulder.
Ivan stumbled a bit, wincing and rubbing his shoulder before glaring darkly at Alfred, but Alfred was glaring back just the same. "An hour. A whole fucking hour? You fucking... fuck! You had me tied up and fucking myself, deprived of orgasm for an entire fucking hour?"
"Ah, I am remembering now why I leave you tied up after."
"The fuck man! No wonder I'm so exhausted! Ah, fuck you." Alfred groaned, falling back into his pillows. He was exhausted, he wanted to just fall asleep now and he doubted he would wake up until the next morning even if he did.
"I suppose I can forgive you for hitting me." Ivan said, making Alfred instantly paranoid, especially when he felt the bed sink down and a hand clamp onto the back of his neck so he couldn't turn over onto his back. "As a... Reward."
"A reward for what? I'm not doing you any favors." Alfred hissed, not even trying to struggle. This was Ivan's plan, obviously, get him exhausted and take advantage of him, "Better not molest me, bastard."
"We just had sex not five minutes ago. I do not think molesting is the proper word. Now, you have already done something."
"Oh... Good then." Alfred muttered, letting his eyes close. Ivan took his hand away.
"You called my name~" Alfred's eyes shot open and he turned over, kicking at Ivan.
"No! No I didn't fucking do that! Go fuck yourself, you flying fuck!"
"You always come up with the worst insults when you are tired." Ivan chuckled, moving out of Alfred's kicking range. "And you did. I will not be letting you forget it anytime soon either."
"No, no! Fuck you!" Alfred yelled, throwing the pillow he wasn't using at Ivan. "I was tired, and confused!"
"Oh, I am sure." Ivan smirked that stupid commie face of his, "Now clean up before you fall asleep. I am staying here." He said as he walked over to start pulling on his jeans.
"What, you're younger sister over? I thought that was next weekend."
"It changed with halloween coming up. She wished to spend it with Father and me."
"You mean with you, right?"
Ivan sighed, rolling his eyes, "Just clean up."
"Most of this is your cum! Why do I have to clean it?"
"Fine, you may stain your sheets with my cum if you wish."
"Only in your wildest fantasies, you sicko." Alfred snapped, grabbing the washcloth that was now beside him, making his pillow damp.
Ivan just waved him off, going out the door. Alfred glared at the rag before throwing it into the laundry basket across the room and standing up. Oh fuck, that was never pleasant. He was sore, but the feeling of cum suddenly starting to drip down his legs wasn't something he'd get used to. He went and took a shower in his bathroom, careful not to doze off in the middle of it.
Stepping out, he felt more exhausted, if possible, but he was clean at least. Sighing, he looked longingly at the bed, but pulled on a pair of boxers and stepping out of his room. He snorted at Ivan when he saw the other sitting at the bar attached to the kitchen with vodka, "Hey, don't get drunk while you're here, the last thing I need is you crying all over me."
Ivan turned to smile at him, "I thought you were sleeping?"
"I will, believe me. I can hardly think straight." Hardly stand straight either, "But when have you known me to go to bed on an empty stomach?"
"Well, I was hoping, you would lose weight quicker."
"I can tell my parents to stop buying vodka." Alfred shot back, going around Ivan and the bar into the kitchen, opening the fridge. What did he have the energy to make? Hm... Nothing. But, a sandwich seemed alright. He pulled out the bread and fixings, placing them on the counter, starting to make several sandwiches with all the fixings he had found.
"Is it a wonder you are so fat?"
"Yeah? What's your excuse?" Alfred glared at the bread before him as he spread mayo across it before putting on several meat slices and some cheese, as well as some tomato and lettuce. He wasn't completely unhealthy, despite what Ivan said. He startled when he felt arms wrap around his waist. He gritted his teeth, "Don't do that." He hissed out, ignoring the others presence as he continued making sandwiches.
"You look good with bruises."
"I don't have any bruises, and no, you can't put any on me either. You've just had me tied up for a fucking hour."
"Do not be ridiculous. The ones on your wrist will last at least a week."
"Fuck."
Ivan let out a small giggling sound fit for a child, "You forgot."
"I swear to god, I will stab you with this knife."
"That is a butter knife."
"Yeah, it's dull, it'll hurt that much more when I'm carving into your skull." Alfred growled.
"Go back to bed before you kill me then."
"I dunno, I'm starting to like this idea. I could just drag your body to the lake and dump it in the middle of it, wrap you up tight with blanket and duct tape and have a nice weight on your ankle so you can stay there until long after I'm dead."
"Do not be ridiculous, if you killed me I would come back as a ghost and haunt you."
"Fuck. Fine. I won't kill you yet."
Ivan chuckled, rubbing his finger against the bite mark he had given Alfred. Alfred swatted his finger away with a growl before starting to eat one of the sandwiches. "I thought not."
"I still want to."
"Well I would not expect that to change." Ivan rolled his eyes. "Do not forget we still have school tomorrow."
"What? You told me we had a day off!"
"I lied."
Alfred smacked him with the knife, getting mayonnaise and mustard across Ivan's face. Scowling, Ivan grabbed the knife and smacked it into Alfred's hair. "Hey! Fuck, I just showered!"
"I know. Next time do not hit me with something dirty." Ivan said, walking away and tossing the knife into the sink. It made a loud clanking sound in the deep metal sink. Ivan grabbed the washcloth that was never used and hung on the faucet, pouring water onto it and wiping his face off.
"Yeah, cause you've never hit me with anything dirty. And by dirty I mean your dick by the way."
"I caught that." Ivan said before slapping the washcloth across Alfred's back.
"Fuck you! Stop abusing me!"
"Oh yes, I am so abusive compared to you."
"Yes!" Alfred snapped, finishing making his third sandwich as he snached the wet rag out of Ivan's hand, glaring at Ivan before rubbing his hair furiously. Alfred grabbed the other sandwiches and started towards the living room, sitting on the couch with a sigh of relief before snatching up the remote and turning it on, switching it to the DVD player, "Hey, come over here and pick out a movie."
"What, too lazy to choose one yourself?"
"Damn right. Plus you're my bitch. Now do it."
Ivan walked into his view, looking at the selection of many movies that were mostly Alfred's. "There you go again, mixing up our roles."
"I'm not the bitch. Bitch is title to those who are-"
"Submissive. But technically it means a dog in rut. I do not know, this is quite the name for you."
"If I was in rut, you would fucking know it. But in human lingo, you fucking commie, bitch is somebody who does what they're told and under the thumb of another."
"Oh yes, it is I who begs to have sex."
"I do not beg. But you might as well, considering how much you feel me up."
"Why am I picking out a movie, I thought you were going to sleep?"
"Cause I said I wanted a movie bitch, now get to it."
Ivan rolled his eyes, pulling out a movie and popping it in the Blue-Ray player and going to sit down on the couch, watching the screen as Alfred hit play. There weren't too many movie's to Ivan's taste of course, but Alfred didn't let just anybody pick out a movie. He did dub people stupid, lacking the sense of what a good movie was and 'didn't deserve to choose a movie ever, especially in my house'.
He rubbed his smile that grew a bit as he watched as the movie went by, just remembering Alfred saying his name. That wasn't common either, Alfred usually didn't say anything but cusses of course, not that Ivan minded. It had been more shocking at the time if anything, and he was not sure he had heard Alfred correctly. The others reaction had proven that he had heard right. He certainly wasn't going to let the other forget that for a long while. It was perhaps a quarter through the movie he turned to say something akin to that, but paused, letting out a snort. Alfred was resting on the arm of the couch, arm curled under his head and sleeping.
Ivan knew the other was tired when he came out without his glasses on, but falling asleep during a movie pretty much topped it. Ivan resting his head in his hand, watching the rest of the movie he had picked out. It was dark at that point and he moved closer to Alfred, flicking the others ear. The blond's eyebrows furrowed and he moved his head away, grumbling.
"I will dump all your comics into the bath."
"No…" Alfred muttered, yawning, eyes flickering open, "What? Hey, where's the movie?"
"I already watched it. Come on, you slothful creature, it gets cold in your room."
"No, you're just always fucking cold." Alfred muttered, but he slowly stood up, though he looked quite upset, already starting towards his room. Ivan rolled his eyes. "You coming or what?" Alfred grumbled when he was mostly there, "If I learn you woke me up and made me move for nothing, I'm going to be so fucking pissed."
"As funny as that would be, no." Ivan said, walking over to Alfred, "So clingy."
"You're the one coming up with crap to cuddle me."
"Oh yes, my inner most secret desire is to cuddle you."
"Fucking knew it." Ivan snorted at that, watching as Alfred just went and dropped onto the bed.
"You really are very lazy." Ivan commented, closing the door, pulling the blankets up from under Alfred before getting into the bed, pulling the blankets over them. It was still quite early, only around eight thirty, but Ivan hadn't gotten a lot of sleep the night before, and so fell asleep almost as quickly as Alfred did.
"Why do you never buy me food anyway?" Alfred questioned, taking a bite of his greasy pizza again.
"Because you need to eat less as it is. I am not encouraging you to gain more weight."
"I think I fucking deserve it!" Alfred snapped.
"Why is that?" Ivan smirked at the blond.
"You know why. Asswhipe." Alfred muttered, taking another bite. Ivan paused, nudging Alfred, receiving a glare before Ivan nodded his head behind him. Alfred turned and looked over to see Arthur a safe distance away. Alfred smirked, "Ah! Arthur, you know, I was wanting to talk to you, so it's actually good to see you." Ivan took a bite of his food, listening to the conversation. Arthur didn't say anything. "Come, sit down." Alfred said sweetly, patting the spot beside him.
"I think not." Arthur said shortly.
Alfred let out a tisk, "Trust is so hard to come by these days. You're just afraid cause there's no teachers around, am I right?" Arthur didn't say anything and Alfred just opened the package of cookies he had gotten, "Alright, so you usually don't come to us anymore, got something on your mind?"
"I want you both to stop beating me up, as well as others."
"Wow… This sounds like that first speech he gave us. I'm already bored. It's your turn to beat him up. Have fun." Alfred muttered. Ivan smirked, standing up.
Arthur looked almost panicked then before saying, "I saw you two in the locker room!"
"I knew it was you. Just knew it, so you saw us, good job, that makes you a peeping tom." Alfred shrugged.
"But you said… I thought."
"Said? How long did you watch? Wow, you're going to get the shit beaten out of you." Ivan grabbed Arthur's shirt, shoving the other back into the wall of the school. "Don't take forever, I don't want to pull your ass out of trouble if a teacher comes around cause lunch is over."
"We have almost half an hour. That is plenty." Ivan said cheerfully.
"I will tell everybody!" Arthur said hastily in a last ditch effort.
"So?" Alfred asked, "What are they going to do, call us faggots and whisper and giggle like girl scout troops. Oh, I'm so terrified. Won't change how much we hurt them, or you for that matter." Alfred shrugged, taking a bite of pizza.
Ivan smiled, "Too bad for you~"
Alfred suddenly hissed, "Teacher." Ivan dropped Arthur, giving a sad sigh.
"I will deal with you later." Ivan smiled at the other before going back and sitting by Alfred just as a teacher walked outside past them. Alfred had seen him coming around the corner. And considering that Ivan would be suspended if he was caught one more time, it would be bothersome. Arthur straightened his coat, giving a nervous glance at them before hurriedly following after the teacher, knowing that was his only scapegoat, for now.
Ivan tisked once they were gone. "I was looking forward to beating him up. It is Friday too."
"Guess you're gonna have to wait then. Don't find out where he lives. If you get one more restraining order, I swear to god they'll lock you up."
The taller smiled at him. "Be honest though, the only reason you were not about to help is because you are still in pain."
"And who's fucking fault is that? Asshole. I wouldn't have let you even touch me if I knew it wasn't a weekend."
"Oh yes. Let. You have such admirable control over your lust Alfred, it is truly a wonder."
"Shut up." Ivan only chuckled as Alfred tore off a piece of food, leaning back into the wall behind him as he glared at Ivan.
