Alfred POV:

"Ahn, Ivan!" I moaned brazenly as the man above me inhaled my neck with smothering kisses. He only rumbled into my soft spot, a smirk shamelessly smoldering itself into the crook of my neck. Heat radiated from the pleasurable wound; I couldn't help myself. Another wanton groan pried open my lips with its intangible hands and let itself loose. Ivan looked up from his handiwork, and he cupped my cheek. Amaranthine orbs sent tingles of renegade euphoria down my spine, and I growled from the loss of contact. He only smiled, still holding my face. Pink caressed his lips as he licked his lips eagerly, and my face blazed crimson. Damn seductive commie and his Russian Jedi mind tricks!

"Alfred, you look beautiful. I'm glad you're not fighting me." He whispered sweetly, and my scowl lightened. The tinge of sadness (which I normally wouldn't hear) made my stomach drop stories, and my teeth grasped onto my lower lip for comfort.

"U-um… Thanks…" I mumbled, the words shyly slipping from my lips and slivering into the floorboards. Just to make Ivan feel better, I gave him a dwarf of a smile (compared to my regular one), but it was still visible in the dimness of the room. Ivan's eyes widened considerably, and he seized my lips roughly. Shock coursed through my body, but something else swept through my conscious and reminded me of something important, but what could it be? But, I didn't have enough time to think about it, because Ivan began to grind his arousal roughly against mine. His relentless assault on my neck almost sent me to pleasurable oblivion, but then, he halted. I was going to whine, but his smirk reappeared.

"Wait, little Alfie… I'll help you soon…" He purred, before turning toward the small table beside the bed. I rolled around the bed, the friction increasing my pool of pleasure. I don't know what that commie put in the air (it must have been a super-dee-duper aphrodisiac or something), because I was incredibly horny. And no, I will not admit it was because of Ivan. Arms encased me in warmth, trapping me. I pouted, and kisses embraced the nape of my neck once more. My cold pout melted into a grin and giggle, but I held my tongue. 'What the hell was that? Ivan can't make you giggle like a little girl! That's so… so…' I scolded myself, but stroking caresses muddled my thoughts. Another moan tricked my lips and escaped from my mouth. With all other movements halted, Ivan turned me so that I faced him. His amethyst eyes beamed, and his smile was a genuine, lovely, hopeful one. Guilt pooled in my stomach, but my mind and heart still battled with one another. Should I accept these feelings, or just push them away now to save my pride as a nation? That question and many others plagued my mind, but once I saw that smile, the answer hit me and I finally realized; screw my pride, I love Ivan! Tears overwhelmed my eyes, and spilled over my eyes, but I smiled broadly. Of course, they were manly tears of a hero! Heroes cry, right?

"Oh, Ivan!" I exclaimed, pulling him close. Eyebrows furrowed, he opened his mouth into a small 'o'. I just pulled him into an eager kiss, and he smiled. Once we pulled away reluctantly, Ivan ruffled my hair.

"Since when do you giggle, grin, and kiss me happily? Are you the real Alfie? I'm starting to get a little bit scared." Ivan replied jokingly, his sweet, musical laughter echoing in the room. I just kept my broad grin, a blush rouging my cheeks.

"Well, I uh-um, realized something important. Really important. More important than McDonalds, and you KNOW how much I love my McDonalds." I stressed, holding his gaze in an iron grip. He held onto my hips, and pulled me onto his lap.

"What дорогой? You may tell me anything." He cooed, keeping hold of my gaze with a gentle passion.

"I-I think I love you…" I mumbled, as if I were a child admitting they had done a bad deed. But instead of an angry teacher, I was rewarded with an ecstatic Russian. He held on me tight, and chanted,

"I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!"

An assault of kisses pattered onto my stomach, as Ivan pushed me onto my back. The contact of the kisses made me giggle, and his happiness was infectious. Ivan was still smiling, but his eyes regained their mischievous glint.

"Want to finish what we started?"

I nodded, and Ivan ripped the dress off altogether, before tugging down the girly lingerie underwear. Immediately my arousal stiffened, and Ivan smirked. Pink velvet heat slithered around the head, before the pleasurable abyss of his mouth began to sheathe itself onto the shaft. All I could do was moan and groan and gasp as he went lower. Slurping and sucking sounds filled the room, and I had to hold onto his dark platinum locks to keep myself from fainting. Ivan rubbed his fingers (that magically lubed themselves), around my entrance. At the moment of pleasurable oblivion, however, his mouth parted with a loud pop. He moved lower, and kissed my entrance. Spreading my cheeks with his slippery hands, he began to thrust his tongue into the puckered hole. My eyes popped open, and Ivan only indulged himself further. The uncomfortable tingling melted away, and I threw my head back as he went deeper. Grumbling at the loss of contact, I pouted, but Ivan chose this moment to plunge his finger inside. It was much bigger than a tongue, or even a regular sized adult male finger. He kissed and whispered reassuring words into my ears, as I whimpered at the intruding object. After a minute or so, Ivan brushed up against something, and I moaned loudly. Slapping a hand onto my mouth, I bit my hand.

"Do you like that?" Ivan purred, and I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek, motioning for him to continue. His smirk softened into an endearing smile, and he bit his lip. Kissing my forehead, he accompanied the first digit with a second one. The pain that coursed through my body was almost unbearable, but I held on to Ivan with a small smile. Even with the pain, I didn't want him to leave. After another increment of minutes on the clock, I nodded once more, leaving a chaste kiss in my wake. Ivan only added another finger in reply, and I gasped in pain. Ivan immediately removed them, and a look of worry warped his features.

"Дорогой, are you alright? Are you in pain? I can stop." Ivan inquired thoughtfully. He cupped my face with his free hand.

"No, keep goin'! I'm fine." I replied. I knew he would if I told him no, but (like I said before), I just wanted him to stay. I loved him.

The fingers continued, and this time, Ivan brushed against that spot inside me repeatedly. I moaned and panted in ecstasy, as he pampered my neck with passionate kisses and nips. Finally, he let his fingers slip from me, deeming my entrance properly stretched. He took out his own arousal, the whole shaft and head completely red. It was gigantic, and I licked my lips and gulped involuntarily. He only smirked. Lathering himself in lube, he began to guide himself inside me. He stretched me immediately, but it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Ivan inched himself further and further, until he had completely sheathed himself. Groans and pants left his lips, and wafted into the air like a delicious smell. Moving my hips, I urged him to continue. Ivan set a gentle pace, but with each passing moment, that pace crescendoed into a fast dance of limbs.

"IVAN! IVAN!" I shrieked, gasping and panting wantonly. Ivan just kept his ruthless tempo, a smirk plastered on his face. Each thrust aimed and hit my pleasure spot (which I would later know as my prostate), and my stomach coiled. I gave out another cry of Ivan's name, before white splashed across my vision, and comets danced around my eyes. Ivan's movements became sporadic, and he grunted my name as he filled me with his seed. We both lay there, basking in the afterglow of sex. After he regained his breath, Ivan pulled out reluctantly, and curled his arms around me. I snuggled closer, giving Ivan a feather light kiss on his cheek.

"I love you Ivan."

"I love you too, Alfred. But, why such a change of heart all of a sudden?" Ivan inquired, tucking back a lock of my sweat-drenched hair lovingly.

"I just realized that I was just pushing my feelings back, and that I loved you. And obviously now was the perfect chance to tell you." I giggled in reply, before letting out a yawn. "I'm tired. Need sleepy." I added, wrapping my arms around him. Ivan smiled into my forehead. We both fell asleep that way; in a tangle of messy covers, completely content.

A/N: I'm going to reveal the actual bet in the next chapter. I have a hilarious idea, that I will not tell you. It takes place in a city though. :3

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