Alfred groaned as his eyelids fluttered open, his conscious mind instantly struck with a throbbing headache. His ass hurt and he felt like he was going to be sick. What had he been doing last night? Oh yeah, he'd gone to the bar with Ivan. Guess he had a little too much to drink, there. If that'd been the case, how the Hell'd he manage to steer himself home? Thank God he had the day off today. He didn't know what he'd do if he had to go into the station hung over.
He grunted, the gray light outside stinging his sensitive eyes, and made to sit up, surprised when something large and warm held him fast. Alfred's eyes drifted over to the other side of the bed, his cheeks bursting in an explosion of red when he saw that his normally empty bed now occupied another entity. Ivan lay beside him, still fast asleep with a peaceful expression that could have put a sleeping puppy to shame. His chest was bare, exposing a canvas of pale, muscular flesh. The thing currently binding Alfred to the bed was the Russian's burly arm coiled protectively around his slim waist.
The movement caused a light stir in the silver-haired man, and Ivan subconsciously pulled the smaller American closer to his warm chest. All the while, Alfred's throbbing mind raced with explanations and worries of what had taken place the night before. He didn't remember much, other than the Russian had offered to escort him back to his apartment. So, what, did the two of them just happen to fall into bed together or had Alfred somehow seduced the man into sleeping with him? Both of those things had happened before in the blond's drunken past, so they were definitely a possibility.
Just then, his cell phone began to ring, startling the man from his thoughts. He clamored over the wall of muscle and snatched the device from the nightstand. "Hello?" he whispered, trying not to wake the sleeping bear beside him.
"Al, why are you whispering?" Matthew asked, his soft voice making the question fairly ironic.
Alfred chuckled nervously, "Uh, it's nothing. Just a bit hung over from last night is all." Well, it wasn't entirely a lie. Suddenly, Alfred could feel the phone slip up out of his hand, and he turned back with a sharp, "Hey!"
Ivan smirked down at the American, causing a small bit of pink to tint his cheeks. Alfred could hear his brother on the other end asking his name as the Russian held the phone to his ear. "Sorry, Alfred's a bit busy at the moment. He'll have to call you back later." Alfred blinked, shocked to hear the accented English come from the silver-haired man's mouth. Ivan didn't give Matthew a chance to protest as he snapped the phone shut and set it back on the nightstand.
"You know English?" the blond asked, dumbstruck. Had he known that, he would've conversed with the man in his own language! It was hard work translating sentences in his mind from English to Russian.
"Of course," Ivan shrugged, as if this were an obvious fact, "I am fluent in many languages, malyutka. Why do you think I was not bothered by you being American?"
"I dunno," the blond shrugged, his lower lip sticking out in a small pout.
Ivan giggled at the sight, then leaned down and captured Alfred's lips in a chaste kiss. When he pulled away, the American's lips were still stuck out, his eyes closed. When he realized the kiss had already ended, his face lit up in a deep blush. "You are quite adorable. I hope you know this."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the blond grumbled, rolling himself out from under the sheets. He winced a bit as the pain in his rear sparked back to life. It brought back the question of what had happened the night before, but from the evidence already given, Alfred already knew the events that had probably taken place.
"So who was that on the phone?" Alfred looked back to find Ivan currently stretching himself out in his bed, making himself right at home in the tangled mess of sheets. He looked like a big cat waking up from a nap.
The blond stood, wincing again, and tried to hide his limp from the other man as he wandered over to his closet. "My brother, Mattie."
Ivan caught sight of the quick, pained expression on Alfred's face, as well as the slight falter in his stride. "Ah, I remember him from your stories last night. He's the one that lives in Canada, da? …Would you like for me to get you some ice, malyutka?"
If this continued any longer, Alfred's face was going to become permanently red. "Nah, I'm fine," he chuckled, the small bit of irritation in his tone going completely unnoticed by the other, "And yeah, that's him. He calls every morning 'cause that's really the only time we can talk. Well, I'm gonna take a shower. Make yourself at home, kay?" Though there probably wasn't really even a need to suggest it. The guy already looked as if he owned the place.
"You sure you would not like some company?" the other asked suggestively, laughing when he got yet another blush from the younger man. "No, I will stay here. You would not mind if I helped myself to your kitchen, da?"
"Nope, go right ahead." Ivan smiled at the younger, causing Alfred to give a timid grin of his own. The American still hadn't fully grasped the concept that the man he'd been pining for since he'd first laid eyes on him was now lying naked in his bed. Even though the awkwardness of it all still lingered in the air, somehow or another Alfred could feel small bit of warmth blooming in his chest. "Uh, Ivan?"
"Da, Alfred?"
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Um, about last night."
"Da, I quite enjoyed myself," Ivan chirped, "I hope maybe we could do it again sometime, but before that I'd like to take you somewhere, perhaps dinner, da? Unless, of course, you do not feel the same?"
"Huh? Uh, no, no I totally feel the same! Dinner sounds great, big guy!" Alfred laughed, the first genuine laugh since he'd awoken, a wide grin spread across his lips. "And, uh, we could totally get together afterward for that…other thing, too." He gave the other a sheepish smile, earning him another laugh.
"I'm glad to here that," the Russian smiled, standing from the bed. His toned body was completely exposed other than the pair of black boxers on his waist. He strode over to the bedroom door, stopping beside the still slightly flustered American. "You know, your English is a lot more entertaining than your Russian. You have much more emotion in your words, which sounds more pleasing to the ear. I would prefer to speak in English with you from now on, alright malyutka?" He bent over, placing a kiss on the other's head before wandering out the door. All the while, Alfred simply stared after him, still not quite certain what to make of the situation. After a moment, the blond shook his head, allowing a bright smile to grace his features, then made his way to the bathroom to clean the 'fun' from last night off his stomach.
Compared to what he'd originally thought, things were going quite well. Maybe a little weirder than expected, but still well. He'd definitely have to call Mattie later so he could brag about his new hot Russian boyfriend.
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Ivan waited until he could here the shower come on in the bathroom, slipping on his black slacks and leaving his shirt and coat on the floor, and quickly pulling out his cell phone.
"Boss! Where've you been! We all thought you disappeared!" came the frazzled, obnoxious voice on the other end.
"It's none of your concern, Gilbert," he replied, his voice dropping twenty degrees in temperature. "Did the shipment arrive today?"
"Ja. We counted. Everything was there."
"Good. Did our Italian friends give you any trouble?" Ivan casually fingered some of the pictures Alfred had sitting out of himself and his brothers. He could only assume that the one that looked the most identical to his lover was Matthew, and that the shorter of the three was his older brother, Arthur.
"A little, but we took care of it easily. Little Lovino was there along with his Spaniard mutt. They still aren't too happy about Feliciano, it appears."
Ivan's silver brows furrowed a bit, but that quickly faded as his icy smile spread back over his lips. "It seems our dear Feli is getting to become more trouble than he's worth. Were any of our men killed?"
"No, and only one wounded."
"Then we can keep him around a while longer. However, tell your brother that if anymore of my men are killed because of his little boy-toy, we're going to have to get rid of him."
There was a small pause on the other end. Ivan knew that Feliciano meant a lot to the albino's brother, and the brunet was a good tool to use in keeping his 'German Shepard' in check. However, ever since they spirited the young mafia head away, they had been getting nothing but trouble from their Italian acquaintances. Not only that, but Feliciano still refused to side with the Russian mafia, protesting every show of kindness and promise of power given to him. No matter what was said, Feliciano still placed all of his faith in his grandfather's organization.
"Ja, I'll tell him, boss," Gilbert replied, his usual loud, grating voice lessening to a normal speaking volume. "Do you need someone to bring the limo around to pick you up from wherever it is you are?"
"No, not yet. Make sure those packages get delivered. Oh, and tell Feliciano I said hello." With that, Ivan flipped his phone shut.
It was a shame, really. He'd rather liked the little brunet Italian. His pasta wasn't half bad either. But, he had to do what must be done. Although, now that he thought about it, eliminating Feliciano may just spark an even bigger feud between the Russian and Italian mafias. Oh well, he'd go over his options later.
He could hear the water in the shower come to an abrupt halt, signaling it was time for him to find some breakfast. This was rather nice, Ivan found. It was pleasant to be able to have a separate life, one away from the Bratva. Not only that, but Ivan really enjoyed the light, warm feeling that rose in his chest whenever he was around the little American. He wanted nothing more then to spend all of his time with the cheerful, sunny entity that was Alfred. The younger man reminded him a lot of the sun; bright and warm. That was it; Alfred was his own personal sun, one that brought light and happiness into his otherwise dark and dismal life. Ivan was determined to keep his little sunflower as far from his other self as possible, even if it meant lying to the man.
Ivan still had his head stuck in the fridge when Alfred came into the kitchen, looking at its pitiful contents with a small frown. "You hardly have anything to eat in here, malyutka. How do you manage to keep yourself fed?"
Alfred shrugged, looking far more relaxed now than he had been earlier, with his wet hair and towel slung around the back of his neck. With how nervous and embarrassed he'd been, Ivan had been sure he'd done something to frighten the younger man off. He already scared everyone else; he hadn't wanted to scare Alfred away as well. However, it appeared the American had gotten over whatever had been bothering him, much to Ivan's relief.
"I usually just get something to eat downtown. I don't really have a lot of time or money to go grocery shopping or cook stuff." The Russian 'tsked', earning him a pout from the younger man, "What?"
Ivan crossed his arms over his broad chest, shaking his head in disappointment. "This will not do. I will not have my dear malyutka live like this as long as I'm around." He took the other man's hand and began dragging him toward the door, "Come, I will take you shopping for food and then I will make you a real breakfast."
"Wait, what? Hey, hold on a minute," Alfred protested, trying to wriggle free of the Russian's vice-like grip.
"I will not accept no for an answer," the silverette said, a determination in his voice that made it sound more like he was charging into battle than going grocery shopping. He could not have his little sunflower living in such poor conditions.
"Well, that's fine and all, but don't you think you should at least put on a shirt so you don't freeze, big guy?" Alfred chuckled.
It was Ivan's turn to blush as he turned back to the other with a sheepish smile. "I guess that would be the smart thing to do, da?"
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This whole thing was just a tad bit awkward. It was the first time Alfred had been taken grocery shopping by a boyfriend before. Not only that, but this boyfriend was rather adamant about purchasing everything that the American even gave a hint of liking to. By the time Alfred had decided to stop the Russian before the man wound up broke, they had filled two shopping carts with a mountain of food in each.
"Ivan, you don't have to do all this," Alfred chuckled nervously as the two made their way back toward the American's car, "Really. You're gonna go broke just buying me food." He absentmindedly picked up one of the boxes, eyeing the name and finding he didn't even know what it was.
Ivan cast the other a handsome smile, causing the American's mind to momentarily go blank. "Don't be ridiculous. I have plenty of money to spare; especially when the money spent is going towards something as important as keeping you properly fed. So do not be concerned about cost."
"Wow. You've gotta be the most amazing boyfriend in the world." Alfred grinned brightly up at the older man, earning him a momentary blush from Ivan.
However, that blush soon faded into a rather mischievous smirk hidden beneath his usual child-like smile. "Oh, boyfriend huh? I certainly hadn't thought it would have been this easy to steal your heart."
For once, the smile on Alfred's face didn't fade as a small flush of pink tinted his cheeks. The look made the blush on Ivan's face return full force. It appeared that had certainly backfired on the Russian. "Yeah, well, this is the first time in years I've met anyone as sweet as you. … And it's a bonus that you happen to be extraordinarily hot." Ivan was still as red as a beat when Alfred elbowed him playfully in the side, "Come on, big guy. I'm still waiting for that breakfast you promised."
Finally seeming to snap out of it, Ivan let his usual smile fall back on his face. He bent over and placed a kiss in the mess of wheat blond hair. "To tell you the truth, you are also the sweetest person I've seen in many years. It's nice to be around someone who hasn't become either emotionless or bloodthirsty. This city has really fallen over the years."
"Tell me about it," Alfred sighed. He pulled his keys from his pocket as they reached the car and unlocked the doors. "I've never seen so many murders before in my entire life. I swear, it's all I ever hear on the news now a days." He decided to leave out his opinions of the Russian mafia. Ivan really didn't need to be bothered with his obsession right now. "But yeah, let's get off this subject. I liked our earlier topic better."
Alfred began loading the bags into the back seat, as there was absolutely no room in the trunk. He yelped as a large pair of arms wound around his waist. "As did I.," Ivan purred behind him, "Perhaps we could have a little fun after I make you breakfast, what do you think? You do have the day off, da?"
The American shivered as Ivan trailed kisses along the back of his neck. He didn't care about the people staring along the sidewalk. If they had a problem then they could talk to the gun in the holster inside his jacket. "Y-Yeah, I do. Let's hurry up and get back to the apartment. I'm starving."
Ivan only laughed as Alfred practically began throwing the bags into his car.
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Unfortunately, shortly after Ivan had fixed Alfred 'the most delicious thing he's eaten since he's gotten to this hamburger barren country', the Russian had received an urgent call from Toris. Normally, Ivan would have told the Lithuanian to handle the situation himself, especially when he already had Alfred out of everything except his boxers and half a hard-on to worry about. However, the man had been cut off before Ivan had had a chance to do so. All he'd heard before the line went dead were gunshots and shouts in Italian.
"What's wrong, Ivan?" Alfred asked, golden hair messy and glasses askew from their fervent make-out session moments ago. God, the sight of the man alone was nearly enough to make the Russian cum right there. Why couldn't Romulous have picked a better time to break into his home?
Ivan leaned down and pulled the younger man into a quick, passionate kiss. "I'm sorry, lyubit. There is very urgent business that I need to attend to. Before I go, might you please assist me? It would be nice if I didn't have to deal with this issue alone." The Russian gave an apologetic and sheepish smile, gesturing to his lower regions.
"O-Oh, yeah, of course," Alfred replied quickly. He had to deal with urgent calls often so he was no stranger to untimely interruptions, though that didn't make this any less disappointing.
Ivan groaned as Alfred lowered his mouth onto his arousal, feeling the man's tongue travel along the length and swirl over the head. The sight of the American sucking him off was arousing in and of itself. His teeth lightly grazed the sensitive skin, causing the Russian to buck his hips forward. Alfred gagged a bit as the man's enormous girth was shoved down his throat, pulling back before taking in the entire length. Ivan growled above him, the sound entwined with pleasured moans and sharp intakes of breath as he continued to buck his hips. Alfred let out a moan himself around the other man's length, the sensation enough to cause the Russian man to come. The blond lapped up the warm seed and pulled away, wiping the drool from his chin.
"Thank you," Ivan panted, "I'm sorry to just leave without returning the favor, but this really is very important." He pulled the younger into another short, yet heated kiss, tasting himself on the blond's tongue.
"Nah, it's okay, I totally understand." Alfred grinned as they pulled away, only serving to add to the Russian's guilt. "And don't worry, I can take care of myself." Ivan would definitely have to make it up to the younger man when he was done. Romulous was undeniably going to get the worst of the mafia head's rage; that much was certain.
Ivan pulled himself off the bed and began slipping back on his clothing. "I really do apologize. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Alfred chuckled a bit as he stood too, walking over to the flustered Russian and wrapping his arms around the man's waist like Ivan had done earlier. "Really, don't worry about it. I get calls like that all the time. But, I do intend to pick up where we left off." He picked up the light pink scarf hanging on the dresser mirror and handed it to the silverette.
Ivan smiled warmly and took the scarf, winding it around his neck. He pressed a quick kiss to Alfred's forehead and headed toward the door. "Oh, don't you worry about that. I intend to." He cast the most amazing smile Alfred had ever seen toward the younger before slipped out the door. Ivan made sure to get far enough away from the American's apartment before calling Gilbert. Even the German sounded ill at ease when he answered.
"Boss, we're trying to hold them off, but they're being persistent," the albino growled into the phone, the sound of gunshots echoing behind him.
Ivan looked around anxiously, waiting to hail a taxi. It was obvious both his drivers were too occupied to retrieve him at the moment. "Where's Feliciano?" he asked quickly.
There was more gunfire in the background, along with a string of German curses. "He's with Ludwig. You think we should just hand the kid over? Both Romulous and Lovino are here, along with the rest of the Italian mafia."
Finally Ivan was able to flag down a cab. "No, keep him," he replied curtly, "The fact that they're going through this much trouble means they're getting desperate. Little Feli is worth more to us now than he's ever been before. Wait for me to get there, until then keep Feliciano out of their hands." He didn't give Gilbert a chance to respond before flipping his phone closed. Romulous was getting frantic if he decided to risk himself and his men by showing up to Ivan's own home. The man definitely had balls, that much was obvious.
Aw, again no smex, but now we have a bit of juicy action. Next chapter I intend to actually have our little Feli make an appearence, along with Grandpa and big brother. Also, Alfred gets another frustrating case involving the mafia, thus only deepening his hatred of them. Too bad Ivan has to be so goddamn hot! lol
like always, please review. Those who shall will be bestowed the gift of the internets and thus become rulers of the world!
