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 2
The show continued on, and the lights dimmed as an urethra of spanking with crops and bending over the knee ensued. Many chuckled and gestured on with the name calling, as the dominatrix then tied her participant up and hung them upside down while tickling them. It was a very attentive show, and took time as the others had a notepad and were writing down ideas for their own pet. Ivan merely smiled, enjoying it as if it were a movie. His eyes glanced over at Alfred now and then, biting the inside of his lip only to glance back at the show. The final three-part was when the tables turned, and the submissive one tortured the domme tied her up to a chair and proceeded to make her writhe against the leather while making her jump for her. It was interesting, and highly sexual. No genitalia was shown, but a boob would slip now and then and no one seemed to mind. Ivan clapped along with the crowd; he found his pleasure smiles to be in high spirit as he had a few ideas of his own on what to do with Alfred, if he agreed. One thing Alfred would notice was that this was totally optional, and everyone in the show agreed to everything as it was completely mutual. Nothing like the horror stories one hears on TV.
After the show ended, Alfred was silent. It had been quite the show, nothing of which the American had ever seen before. He had always pictured this type of high to be sick and twisted, but the way these people portrayed the acts it was a sort of graceful fortune that left Alfred fascinated and very, very hot.
Perhaps one day he could do that.
Oh he'll no, what was he thinking? This was not something he had ever put thought into before, plus he was inexperienced at anything sexual. To be one of the dominants, he would need to know a lot more about sexuality and ways to make his Partner and himself feel good.
Bit of course, if he was the submissive...
No. Nonononono never. Even if Vanya had been looking at him interestedly, his violet eyes flashing in a way that made Alfred want to melt.
Ivan smiled as what seemed to be what he always did, and his lips parted to talk. "How did you like the show?" However, it seemed Alfred didn't hear him as he was distracted, so he cleared his throat a bit.
Alfred blinked. "Huh, what? Oh, it was... Interesting." He said, trying to take a sip of his whiskey again, but it was empty. "What did you think of it, then?"
Ivan smiled, "Not the best I've seen... but it was very entertaining. Would you like another whiskey?" He swore he wasn't trying to get Alfred drunk, only relaxed enough to make his worries not so apparent.
"Sure." Alfred said, taking the whiskey once it was ordered up and taking a long, deep drink. He felt his muscles relax, and he felt more at ease with the man, giving a lopsided smile. "I haven't actually seen any of these kinda things before, but it was kinda. Yanno. Arousing. I'm more in to men, though." He admitted.
Ivan couldn't help but have a twisted end to his smile. "... You don't say, do you? I am into men, also." His eyes flinted lustful gazes.
Alfred suddenly felt a lot hotter than he had before. "Oh." He breathed out. Ahh, but this guy must have a partner, he was a regular and extremely attractive, so Alfred didn't have a- Any interest! Ahaha, of course!
Ivan was on his third shot of vodka, and didn't seem tipsy or even affected. He smiled and looked to Alfred, "Do you smoke?" He wondered and considered getting out of the club would ease the tension between them.
Alfred shrugged. "Sometimes. Wanna take a smoke break?"
Ivan beamed a smile, nodded. "Da. " He stood, and led Alfred out the back, opening doors for him and beaming those soft lips at him whenever he smiled. Once they reached outside, he brought out a modern cigar, which looked like an extension of a cigarette and lit it as he drew in the smoke through his mouth, and poured it out his large nostrils.
Alfred brought out a lone cigarette, lighting that as well and puffing on it. It was silent, but it was comfortable. Neither of them seemed on edge, and Alfred stretched his arms over his head, flexing his own biceps and wrists as he grunted softly.
Ivan's eyes wandered down past his shirt as it showed a little bit of skin. What he wouldn't give to touch it, or lick it, maybe wrap it so tightly that Alfred could feel the pleasure of being restrained. He winced as he blushed, and decided to kill the awkward conversation. "Ah... So, May I have your number? Is dat... okay?"
Alfred grinned eagerly. "Course ya can, thought you'd never ask!" He exclaimed happily, drawing out a crumpled napkin from his pocket to write down his number. After he finished, he handed it back to the taller man. "This was a new experience for me, thanks for being so friendly and inviting." He chirped, scratching the back of his head and beaming up at him, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.
Ivan smirked and took out his large phone. It was large, and almost like a tablet as he entered the number into his phone. "Spasibo. Would you like mine as well?"
"Sure!" Alfred took out his phone, this one slim and white.
Ivan nodded, and told him his number. "Ah... You may enter my real name, if you wish... It is Ivan, but you can call me Vanya." He smiled as he repeated his number, "1-834-5555." The way he spoke the numbers rolled off his tongue.
"Ivan." The American tested the new word, the pronunciation foreign to his tongue. "I like it, it's... Pretty, in a way." He plugged Ivan's number into his phone as well. "Got it."
Ivan raised an eyebrow, "Pretty?... Right." He smirked, "I will accept 'pretty' as a compliment den. Da?"
Alfred chuckled. "Da." He couldn't stop smiling around this man.
Ivan chuckled, "Ah- Are you... free for the rest of the night, or would you.. like to go back inside?" He had smoked over half of his cigar.
"I'm free, actually." the blonde said, shoving his hands in his pockets, every minute more relaxed. He took his cigarette free of his lips and flicked it in an ash bin. Was... Was the Russian going to invite him somewhere? Surprisingly, He wasn't opposed to it.
Ivan's mind was wandering. What should he do? He could invite him out for a late dinner at a diner, or make his way back into the club with an awkward vibe. Alfred seemed into it, but maybe they could plan to see it some other time. He cleared his throat, deciding maybe food would be the best option. "... It might be just me, but... I'm a little hungry. Do you... want to join me?"
Alfred gave a thumbs up, pointing to himself. "I'm always hungry!" He exclaimed, nodding. "Let's go somewhere!"
Ivan couldn't help but be surprised at how well things were going. Yao was always easy to please, but upon first meeting him it was hard to get things flowing. He wasn't even to speak about the crazy German that he'd been with now and then, all the ridiculous Nazi outfits. He shook his head at his thoughts, and extended an arm to Alfred. "There's... an old-school diner that stays open all the time, da? We always go in there, after they are properly dressed." The 'we' he was referring too was the people in the club after the shows they performed.
"Mmm, I love diners. Sounds cool, man" Alfred agreed easily, slipping on to Ivan's arm as if they were meant to fit together, like a puzzle. It was nice, to finally find someone who didn't expect everything from him, that knew he had his quirks but didn't mind them. He hugged Ivan's arm tightly. "Kay, so I have like nooooo idea where were going, dude. Lead the way!"
Ivan smiled, and walked with him down the street as he enjoyed to have someone so light-hearted around. Not all about sex at first, or someone he had to bust his balls to be with, but just someone he enjoyed being around, and thought of him likewise. They walked a few minutes, some meant in silence and the other times talking about the show and what they enjoyed. He opened the door for him in the old 50's style diner, and smiled as they both got a booth and slid in the seats.
The blonde was immediately thrilled by the diner, his head moving this way and that as he studied each and every relic of the fifties. "This place. Is totally amazing." He said enthusiastically, nearly bouncing up and down in the booth. "Ah men, I love the fifties so freakin much, you don't even know! Records, poodle skirts, greasy hairdos!" He sighed. "Ah Vanya, you're the best for showing me this place."
Ivan blushed at the apples of his cheeks. "I enjoy it as well, but I am glad we did not live in that time era, Alfred." He said his name for the first time, and he brought out a menu from the table side.
Alfred nodded, barely glancing at the menu before deciding what he wanted. "I guess you're right, I'm pretty happy with what I've got now." He admitted, enjoying the way Ivan pronounced his name. His accent was beyond attractive.
Ivan bit his lip, "You know why I say that, the whole... Cold War. It was between other people than the Russians and Americans, but I don't think we would be sitting here right now if it were the 50's. Well, you would, but I might have a gun to my head at dat point-" He found himself rambling, he was a history major. Clearing his throat, "Anyway, enough about dat."
"Oh, whoa! You're a history buff too?" Alfred asked excitedly, bringing his elbows up on the table to cup his cheeks. "Me too, man! Heh, communists and all that...I'm glad it's over." Just then, the waitress stopped by to take their order.
Once their orders were taken, Ivan nodded. "Da, to continue conversation... I am actually a history major." He seemed proud of the fact, but humble as he slid is hands onto the table gently.
Alfred noticed the hands, bringing his own hand up without reserve and intertwining their fingers happily. "I'm in my third year of college, double major in theater and history." He said contentedly. "Nice to see someone who appreciates our past."
Ivan felt a rush as their hands met. He was the smoothest when it came to meeting someone and even being their domme, but those fingers would be the death of him. He rubbed his hand gently as they looked at each other longingly. He could get lost in those baby blues for the rest of his life, although the odd hair on top of his head was bugging him a little. He decided to ignore it for now; little did he know he would have fun with that later. "... Da, if we do not know our history... we might repeat our past."
"But still, if some things hadn't happened others wouldn't be a problem today." The American said, smiling softly and feeling like a bit of an idiot, a love struck feeling thrumming through his veins. It had only been a few hours, and he already had a major crush on the tall, smart Russian man named Ivan. The waitress dropped off their food quietly, and the two of them barely noticed.
Ivan smirked as he saw Alfred dig into that big burger. He couldn't help but bite into his own, only locking his gaze onto the hungry man in front of him. He liked a man that could eat, it was attractive to him in the sense that he loved to cook, so someone who could eat a lot made him a great potential partner.
Ivan was a daintier eater than Alfred himself was, using a knife and fork whenever necessary. They both continued their conversation paying no heed to the food in their hungry mouths, until Alfred decided to ask the question that had been lurking in the corner of his mind.
"So... In that club. Are you ... Like, a person who, a-ah. Tops?" He stammered, not sure of the correct terminology.
Ivan chuckled, "You are correct, I am known as a "domme" or otherwise, "dominant." He raised an eyebrow, "Would you like to know more about it?"
Alfred nodded curiously, wide blue eyes interested.
Ivan smiled and put down his food for a second as he began to talk about how it works, at least a little. "Well, as a Domme, I take care of my Sub, you know, the submission person. It's just terms, but some like to use the word..." He blushed, "pet." clearing his throat, "Either that be sexually, or emotionally, or however. In the BDSM community,..." He got a little quiet, "You know, we like to ... give pleasure. Whatever our partner likes, we give. Most of the times it's consensual, but at times with certain,... gifts. It's nice to not be so consenting. However, since you're new, I would highly suggest just telling your partner how it feels. You know, what you want, or what you're interested in.
"But... What if I don't know what I'm interested in?" Alfred coughed embarrassedly. He felt very inexperienced at this point, feeling his stomach flip with every word that tumbled out of Ivan's mouth. He was so immersed in his thoughts he didn't even realize that he had unconsciously decided he wouldn't be dominant.
Ivan smiled, "Ah, well, you experiment. As with anything in life. You know, BDSM people are some of the most open people out there- there are some bad apples, as with anything, but some are very nice and caring and listen to the other's needs." He nodded, and smiled. "What.. might be running through your mind?"
"Everything." The smaller blurted, giving a breathy laugh. "It sounds... Like something different. I don't know if I would like it." Suddenly, he looked straight at the man in front of him, determined. "Show me."
Ivan blushed deep shades of red; he couldn't help but look adorable as he stared at Alfred with shining eyes and a gulp. Here? Out of all places?
Alfred caught up to himself, realizing what he had just said. "..." Cue sinking into the seat. "I- I mean later. Like. Ah, not... At the diner, that is, not even yesterday! I mean, t-today, ahhaha, yeah, so, um."
He winced, banging his forehead onto the table.
Ivan leaned over and patted his head gently, blushing. "Ah... Da, that is okay." He leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead. "You are adorable, Alfred."
Both smiling bashfully, the pair both paid their bill and left, Alfred once again latching onto Ivan's arm comfortably on the way out."
Ivan touched his fingers. "It is midnight, Alfred... Are you sure you do not need to be home?" He realize his urgency, and corrected himself, "I mean, I like spending time with you- I just did not know if you needed to be somewhere in the morning. Or if you wanted too... Go back to the club? After midnight, things get a little more... sexual."
Shrugging, the boy chuckled. "I'm in college, I never sleep. Doesn't matter what we do, as... Long as I get to spend more time with you."
Ivan smiled, "Since you are so curious... Do you want to, try something? I mean- nyet, not having sex or anything. Dat is too soon, and I- Ah-" He was stuttering and blushed hard. "You know, just... experiment."
Alfred could not help but laugh again at Ivan's behavior, finding it adorable as they both continued to redden. "...I think I'd like that." He said softly, looking upwards through his eyelashes at the other.
Ivan rubbed the back of his head nervously, and nodded. "... Da. Let's go then." So, they continued to the club on a more nervous note. Ivan could use another shot of vodka as the nerves pricked up his spine on how to teach Alfred such things. Yao and Gilbert never gave him this feeling in his gut, this nervous chuckle in his throat, and a pounding in his large chest.
