Heeeeeey there, you sexy beasts. XD We're back with another chapter of NA. I'm really glad that so many people are liking the story. This story has more favorites and alerts than CIWS, which is almost close to ending. :O That's a little shocking...but I'm still happy that people enjoy both stories. Usagi323 and I really enjoy writing them.
Warning: Semi-smut in this chapter.
It was midnight by the time he completed most of his assignments for the classes he took today that were due next week. This is, of course, including the thirty minute walk he took around the dorm area and dinner. Luckily he didn't need to buy his dinner, considering Francis would give Alfred left overs every week for the American to eat for dinner. Though flirtatious and perverted, Francis was a very generous and thoughtful person deep down and Alfred was grateful to both him and Arthur for being his friend and looking out him. Alfred sees them as both friends and parental figures in a sense, and Alfred was pretty sure they viewed him as something like a little brother.
Stepping out of the quick shower he took, Alfred threw on some boxers and a tank top. Flopping face down on his bed, the blonde quickly went into a light doze, not sensing the looming presence behind him.
Ivan had slipped into Alfred's room unnoticed while the other had taken a shower. He had hidden in the dark corner of the room, taking refuge in the heavy shadows there. He heard the shower shut off, and soon Alfred had emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, his scent even stronger and purer than before. Ivan inhaled deeply, but quietly enough so that Alfred wouldn't hear him. His mouth watered again at the sweet smelling blond. Ivan waited until Alfred had lain down, pulling the covers up to his chin and turning on his side. As silent as a ghost, he walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down on the edge carefully. He swept his legs up over the edge and laid down gently beside Alfred, the blonde's tan back facing him. Ivan smiled at the openness of Alfred's neck. It was the side that he hadn't bitten and it was free of the marred skin and darkened bruises. With pursed lips, he reached out stroked Alfred's neck with his finger, taking delight in the shiver that racked Alfred's body.
Ivan scooted closer just a little bit so Alfred's golden hair brushed against his nose slightly. He inclined his head down, inhaling Alfred's delicious scent once again. A hungry shudder coursed through him and he let out a shaky breath, his cool breath fanning the back of Alfred's neck.
When Ivan had brushed his neck, Alfred slightly stirred from his sleep. As soon as Alfred felt a cool puff of air hit the back of his neck, Alfred's eyes opened quickly as he turned and shot up from his bed. He looked back at Ivan with terrified and wide blue eyes, blanket clenched in his hands. As Alfred took in the slightly startled expression he gave the Russian from his sudden awakening, he felt himself tense up more and red hot blush creep on his face. "W-What the hell Ivan! How did you get in here!? Why are you here!? Get the hell out, you creep!" Alfred yelled, his voice becoming more a bit higher pitched the more flustered and enraged he became. Seriously, what was this guy's deal?
Ivan only giggled once his initial surprise swept past him. He took in Alfred's expression. It was one of pure embarrassment and annoyance. Leaning forward slightly, he spoke in a low voice. "But I don't want to leave." He reached out, grabbing the blonde's chin and tugged him forward into a kiss. Alfred's lips were soft and unmoving beneath his, but that was beside the point. It was still enjoyable. Ivan ran his tongue across them, tasting and moaning at the flavor. "Mmm…" He hummed against the blonde's mouth.
Alfred was frozen in shock for a moment, his mind trying to make sense of this. Before his mind could catch up to his body, he felt his own lips begin to move with Ivan's own cold and firm ones. He moaned a bit and slightly opened his mouth as Ivan's cool and wet tongue slid over his lips. Soon the said tongue slipped through the tiny gap and into his warm mouth. It was then that Alfred's mind caught up with the situation, causing him to tense and begin pushing Ivan away to which Ivan just wrapped one arm around Alfred's waist, turning him and then sliding the sunshine blonde to rest in his lap. As Ivan continued to ravage Alfred's mouth and keep a firm hold on his waist, Alfred lifted up his hand to punch the man. Only this time around, Ivan caught Alfred's fist mid swing, and pulled away from the kiss allowing Alfred to breath. Alfred felt himself blush more and a not entirely unpleasant shiver ran down his tense back at the sly smirk the Russian was giving him. He saw violet eyes seem to glow and his mind became fuzzier, causing him to relax both the fist in Ivan's hand and the rest of his body.
Ivan felt the muscles of Alfred's body relaxing under his eyes. Sky blue eyes became clouded and foggy, and the blonde cast a heavily entranced gaze back into Ivan's eyes. Pressing a small kiss to Alfred's lips, Ivan pulled away again and let his hand brush some still damp strands of hair out of Alfred's eyes. "Our time together last time was so short and rushed. I couldn't help myself. I kept thinking about you all evening." Nuzzling his nose against Alfred's neck – the good, unmarked side – he sighed out contently. "I can't get the taste of you out of my mind. You are so sweet and creamy." A tongue poked out of Ivan's lip and he ran it over the tan skin of Alfred's neck, relishing in the taste. Acting as if he was about to clamp down on the spot, he abruptly pulled back and cupped each side of Alfred's face. "So I was thinking that this time we could fool around just a bit longer? You do have such a nice body…such pretty eyes, hair, and skin. You remind me of a sunflower field under bright blue skies. Happy and beautiful." Ivan ran his hand down the front on Alfred's chest, eyes roaming hungrily.
Alfred was unable to really think about what was going on. All he knew was that he both wanted and didn't want this. It was so confusing. It felt like he had lost most of his free will, but he himself wasn't quite sure if he would have even stopped Ivan in his right frame of mind. His body was taking over his actions rather than his head now. Flushing at Ivan's sweet and slightly odd words, Alfred let out a shaky gasp as Ivan continued to stroke his chest.
Smiling innocently, Ivan slid his hand around the back of Alfred's neck and up into his hair. He pressed the other forward until their lips were connected in a kiss again. Ivan's tongue pressed insistently against Alfred's lips, and he felt them part underneath it with ease. Playfully caressing the other's tongue with his own, he allowed his other hand to roam across Alfred's body. He ran it up the blonde's outer thighs before trailing it back down to his knee. It glided over and he repeated the process on Alfred's inner thigh, eliciting a shuddering breath from him. Grabbing Alfred by the knee, he instructed the other to shift a bit in his lap so that now Alfred's legs were straddling him. They wrapped around him, Alfred's ankles locking behind Ivan and his heels digging into the small of Ivan's back. Sliding his hands around Alfred's waist, he tugged the blonde gently against his body, feeling a small tingle of pleasure at the contact of their groins. "A-Ah…mmm, Alfred~" Ivan purred against the American's lips. He bit down on the side of Alfred's lip slightly, causing a small bead of blood to well up. Sucking it off of the small cut softly, he gave another, satisfied moan.
Alfred felt himself shiver more at the caressing. He felt Ivan nip at his lip as he kissed the blued eyed blonde, causing Alfred to let out a tiny whimper and moan at the sucking on his injured lip. As cold and strong hands settled on his waist, Alfred tangled his fingers in Ivan's hair. Mind still in a haze, he felt himself roll his hips slowly in Ivan's lap, causing their clothed groins to rub together.
Ivan was a little surprised at Alfred reciprocating the gesture. Usually most enthralled victims are like rag-dolls, waiting to be maneuvered around and played with. But Alfred still had a little bit of awareness. This only served to please Ivan further. After all, it meant that Alfred was doing it out of his own free will. Rewarding the blonde with a searing kiss, he eventually trailed his lips to the corner of Alfred's mouth, down his chin, across his jawline, and finally down his neck. Once again, Ivan was met with strong temptation. Just a thin layer of skin protected Alfred from his fangs, and it would be like slicing through butter with a hot knife for Ivan. Giving his neck a long, languid lick, he moistened the skin up before closing his mouth over it and sinking his fangs in. Alfred jolted a little in his arms, gasping loudly at the intrusion in his skin. Ivan's tongue was immediately hit with a wave of warm, creamy, thick blood. His violet eyes fluttered shut of their own accord as his senses were once again assaulted by the delicious taste of Alfred. He didn't allow himself to drink much, though. After a few short seconds, he pulled away with a breathy exhale, his lips dotted in blood. Alfred hadn't even bled that much. There was only a little bit of blood oozing from the bite wound, unlike last time where it had covered and dripped down his neck and into his clothing. Of course, last time Ivan hadn't been so gentle, either.
Feeling a little brave and wanting to hear the blonde's reaction, Ivan momentarily broke the spell, letting the magic fade out of his eyes. If Alfred was going to be difficult, he could just put him back into that state of submissiveness. Licking his lips free of the blood, Ivan whispered sweetly. "You taste so good, Alfred."
Despite his heart screaming no, his body was screaming yes, leaving Alfred's head a confused mess. Not knowing how to respond to his head, and not believing what he was seeing, Alfred let his body take control. Clouding his mind in a different way, he allowed himself to moan out, as he pulled Ivan into another kiss and grinding harder into Ivan's lap. He enjoyed the low groan Ivan gave in return. He didn't want this, but then again he did and Alfred was lost, but this felt right. So maybe tonight he'll have moment of weakness and let the attractive, mysterious, and frustrating Russian play with him. He refused, however, to go any farther than that. He may allow Ivan to do this to him just tonight, but there was no way in hell he was allowing the jerk to take that from him. He didn't trust, or even like the Russian much less love him enough to let this jerk take him. This was just moment of release of tension, nothing more.
Ivan eagerly returned the kiss, lips and tongue and teeth all meeting in a frenzy at he tried to snatch control back from Alfred. He was expecting another attempt punch to the face, but this was completely beyond his expectations. He could feel Alfred grounding himself down onto his hardening cock, and Ivan's breathing began to come out in quick, heavy pants. Leaning back onto the bed, he brought Alfred down with him, his hands wrapping around the American and pressing them tightly together. Alfred was still straddling his waist, grinding down eagerly in a rhythmic fashion. Ivan could briefly see Alfred's own cock straining against his boxers, the fabric slightly wet from precum. He licked his lips hungrily, threading his hand through Alfred's hair and jerking his head slightly to the side. He refocused his efforts on the blonde's neck, tongue and lips sucking and abusing the slightly bloody skin. He ran his tongue over the swollen, raised marks, poking it into the small puncture wounds and making Alfred gasp and hiss slightly. Pulling back just a tad so that his lips were just beneath the other's ear, Ivan laughed darkly. "Do you know what I am, Alfred? Do you know what I want to do to you?" He inclined his head a bit, stealing another droplet of blood that had built up on Alfred's neck. "I can smell arousal all over you. It's making me thirsty again..."
Alfred didn't know what Ivan meant by his first question, but the second one made him shiver in anticipation. "I-Ivan," He moaned, wondering what the presumably older man was going to him. He then felt Ivan turn his face towards his again. Alfred's lust filled gaze peered down into darkened violet, before they were glowing again and Alfred felt that familiar fuzzy feeling in his mind.
"I don't want you panicking on me, sweetheart." Ivan explained quietly. He stole another kiss from Alfred, catching the dazed and fogged blonde off guard with it. He sucked the other's tongue into his mouth, tasting and teasing and relishing the flavor of Alfred's mouth. Alfred's body went lax in his arms, his weight resting comfortably and almost unnoticeably on top of Ivan. He maneuvered Alfred's head up a little, exposing his bare neck once again. Trailing wet kisses down it, he continued along Alfred's collarbone until the angle became too uncomfortable for his head. Grabbing the blonde's shoulder, he easily rolled Alfred over onto his back and continued trailing his cold lips along his collarbone and down his chest. He stopped just before a pale, blue vein, contemplating whether or not to bite down. Finally giving in to the larger instinct, he sank his fangs into Alfred once more, causing the other to arch slightly off the bed. Blood flooded steadily into his mouth, causing Ivan to moan and suck softly. It warmed his throat and his stomach, sating his renewed thirst and bathing him in a soft glow. He could feel the warmth in his fingertips, the feeling incredibly pleasant.
Alfred let out a gasp as he felt something pierce through his skin smoothly. The sensation, though slightly painful, was at the same time pleasurable. He felt a soft sucking where Ivan was biting the skin, causing another moan to slip past his lips. He had the strangest sense of déjà vu…
Pulling back with a wet suck, Ivan stared down at the flustered and blushing blonde with hungry eyes. His lips were wet and smeared with blood, his mouth coated in the tasty liquid. A line of blood dribbled down his chin and dripped onto Alfred's skin. Leaning down slowly, he caught the American's lips in a bloody kiss, red-stained tongue invading the other's mouth. A whimper sounded from Alfred, and Ivan felt himself needing more physical contact. Crawling between the blonde's legs, he began grinding down into Alfred at a slow rhythm, breathing becoming heavy as they brushed their clothed cocks against each other. Ivan rested his head on Alfred's chest, turning it to the side and gazing into the other side of the room while his hips continued their little tempo. He felt Alfred wrap his arms around him, pulling Ivan even tighter against his almost feverish body. Slim legs wrapped around him and he could feel Alfred bucking his hips up into Ivan in time with his grinding. Ivan closed his eyes, moaning in a low, thick voice.
Alfred felt a steady flow of pleasure run to his groin as Ivan continued to grind against him. Panting by this point at the coil of tension in his abdomen forming from the pleasure, Alfred let out a needy whine. "F-Faster!" He was barely able to say it because of the fogginess clouding him mind. He felt Ivan pick up the pace, increasing Alfred's moans and gasps as he enjoyed this moment.
Pleased at the blonde's urging, Ivan obliged, grinding harder and faster in Alfred. He could feel the younger man clawing at his clothed back, fingers raking up and into his scarf. They slid easily into his thick, platinum locks, tugging in a silent plea. Ivan's pace didn't falter. Where mortals may have begun to feel exhausted and would slow their pace a bit, he only kept the same, rough, undulating movement of his hips up. Alfred was a panting and moaning mess below him, staring up into the ceiling with lidded eyes and parted lips. A small line of drool spilled from his lips and down onto the pillow. Ivan grabbed onto Alfred's wrist, tugging it to his mouth. He pressed an icy kiss to it before biting down quickly. Alfred managed a choked whimper, but it was quickly lost in the sea of pants and moans spilling from his lips. Drinking slowly and making sure not to drain the blonde too much, Ivan moaned against the skin of Alfred's wrist at the joint pleasure on his cock and his taste buds.
The blonde stiffening suddenly below him, he arched off the bed, giving a loud moan and digging his nails into Ivan's back. The front of Alfred's boxers became damp with his cum. He fell back into the sheets with a sated sigh, chest heaving up and down and a hazy, satisfied smile on his face. Ivan continued gyrating his hips into Alfred, climbing higher and higher on his pleasure high before letting loose a hoarse cry and finishing himself. For a moment, it was just the sound of him and Alfred breathing in unison, completely relaxed in the warm, tingly afterglow of an orgasm. Ivan released his wrist, licking his lips and collecting any leftover blood. Unbuttoning the sleeve of his coat and unwinding his scarf, he exposed his pale neck and cut a thin line with his nails, just as he had in the alley way. Though Alfred didn't really show any protest, other than the attempted punch of course, Ivan wasn't about to take any chances. He rested his weight against the blonde in a way that wouldn't smother him and angled his neck so that it was presented before Alfred's lips. "Drink it." Ivan commanded, still slightly breathless from his own orgasm.
Alfred, a bit weak from the blood loss, and mind still in that magical fog was still lightly clinging to Ivan. More gently this time and with less of a hunger, he sucked on the wound on Ivan's neck. The once again familiar taste of iron and the warm feelings in the pit of his stomach returned as he ingested the vampire's blood. Soon the fuzzy feeling in his mind disappeared and darkness once again was slowly engulfing him. Before sleep consumed him, Alfred used the last of his strength to roll Ivan and him to the side, Ivan's back facing the door as Alfred clung and cuddled against him. "G'night..." He mumbled sleepily.
Ivan laughed quietly at Alfred, finding the sleepy and dazed blond cute. He kissed the corner of Alfred's mouth, lapping at the blood a bit. "Goodnight Alfred~" He whispered in a feathery voice. Ivan would not be getting any sleep tonight – he never slept and hadn't been asleep for centuries. But he would lie here with Alfred in his cozy little bed and watch him sleep peacefully. Before the sun would rise, he would leave, but he would place a gentle kiss to Alfred's lips before doing so. Walking down the halls of the dorm and out into the warm night air, Ivan's thoughts became jumbled. Alfred should be afraid of him. He should tremble at his presence, be disgusted by his advances, and fear him for feeding off of him. He was accepting when under the haze of his magic, but so was everyone else. But even in that short amount of time where his free will reigned, he hadn't outright rejected Ivan. Instead, there was this uncertainty to his actions, as though Alfred was contemplating whether or not to give in and accept Ivan for what he was. There was just that little wall of doubt separating them from each other and that mask of lies.
Biting his bottom lip, Ivan straightened out his scarf and then pocketed his hands in his coat. Dried blood was on his chin, but it was too early for anyone to see him out and about. Sorting through his thoughts and choices again, Ivan decided that he would come back to the café to visit Alfred again. Perhaps it would be interesting, to see what kind of story the blonde had for his new 'bug bites'. Chuckling to himself, Ivan continued walking along the darkened street, ignoring the protective deep blue and emerald eyes watching him antagonistically.
"What do you suggest we do about this... parasite, mon petit lapin?" Francis sneered as he watched Ivan's retreating back. The smug bastard thought he could just feed off of Alfred? Francis wouldn't allow that, and he definitely knew Arthur wouldn't. They had both grown a soft spot for the little human. Even though he was brash, loud and obnoxious at times, the boy had a heart of gold and was so eager to please and wanted attention. They wouldn't let some other vampire take advantage of Alfred. The last thing they wanted was for said vampire to end up draining Alfred completely.
"Other than swoop in, decapitate him, and burn the body?" Arthur growled, fangs white as snow against the moonlight. Easier said than done. Just from the small meeting the night before, Arthur could tell that Ivan was no simple hungry degenerate. He was an old vampire – a very powerful, experienced vampire. More powerful than he and Francis, but not by much. However, it would be stupid to risk each other in a fight against him. Sighing, Arthur continued looking on, slightly defeated. "We'll have to keep watching him for now, until we can come up with an effective way to handle this situation." They would need to come up with a way to rid Alfred of Ivan without the former finding out.
With a frown, Francis nodded in agreement. They may not like it, but this was really all they could do for now. Francis then questioned, "Should we keep our distance from Alfred so he is not suspicious and so there's less of a chance that Ivan notices us? Or should we continue on as normal so as not to alarm le petit Alfred in that way?" They had to be careful of how they played this. If Ivan notices their presence with the boy before they want him to, he could either attack them or just kill Alfred. At the same time, though, they didn't want Alfred getting too suspicious of their actions. They'd rather avoid Alfred asking questions, but if things got too jumbled for them, they could easily just erase Alfred's memories of ever seeing them in that moment.
"Continue acting normal." Arthur answered stiffly. "There's no need to get the bloody idiot worked up because he thought he did something to hurt us. It'll only make things worse, anyway. Alfred will be asking everyone around if they've seen us, and he might even bring the issue up to…whoever he is." Standing up from where they were sitting at the edge of the campus's roof, Arthur began heading for the rooftop door. "The sun is going to be rising soon. Best be there whenever Alfred wakes up so we can survey the damage and see if he remembers anything."
"Ah, but what excuse will we give for why we're there, Arthur?" Francis asked. As much as he wanted to make sure Alfred was alright, he also didn't want to raise the boy's suspicions. "I suggest we invite him over for...'dinner' and then try and squeeze out as much information as possible." The scruffy chinned vampire suggested.
"Damn…you're right." Arthur stopped at the door, his hand still resting on the handle. His eyes suddenly went wide and he shot the Frenchman a harsh glare. Francis only held up his hands to Arthur in confusion. "I do hope that whenever you say 'dinner', you're of course referring to human food." It was an established rule between the two of them that no matter how thirsty or tempting it may be, they would never lay a finger on Alfred. "Right, frog?"
Francis blinked in shock for a second, but then gave Arthur a wounded look. "Of course mon amour! How could I ever dream of giving Alfred English food? It is certainly not edible to most humans, even Americans~" Francis cried dramatically, even pulling out a hanky to dab away his fake tears. "Truly Arthur, I may be a Vampire, but I'm not cruel and monstrous!" Francis watched with inward amusement as Arthur became bright red in fury at Francis insulting English cooking, and the spiky blonde sputtered.
"J-…Ju-Just be quiet, you bloody Frenchie! Ugh!" Arthur ran a hand through his hair in an irritated fashion. "Let's just go already before the sun rises. I don't want to get a headache from it." Jerking the door open without much caution and almost tearing it off the hinges, Arthur disappeared into the dark stairway, not even checking to see if Francis was coming with him.
Francis chuckled at his lover getting so flustered. He followed the irritable Brit into the dark stairway as they made their way home. Hopefully they'll be able to come up with a plan before anything too bad happens to their favorite American.
