Warnings: AU. Yaoi. Language. Violence.

Chapter 3

"Give me those discs if you don't want them!" Francis begged Gilbert, almost kneeling to him.

"I haven't seen all, if I'm done with it, I'll share it to you." he removed the French guy's hand that kept on pulling on his sleeve.

"Next time, please tell Ludwig to send me some of it too!" Antonio blurted happily. Gilbert and Francis looked at him surprised. "Does he have any that involves seventeen year o—"Antonio added but was cut when suddenly his two friends tackled on him. They knew that he's about to say something that is related to or anything that involves minors. Being with his best buddies is one of the greatest feelings in the world; culture and language isn't a barrier when it comes to them.

As soon as he recovered from his laugh, Gilbert shifted his look at his side. He blinked and looked closely at the entrance of the building near them. He saw Ivan talking and somewhat having a fun conversation with a guy, he was laughing from time to time. They other guy had glasses and a weird small piece of hair was sticking out from the top of his head, wearing a dark brown jacket with a huge number fifty printed at the back; he's quite noisy and talks a lot. Ivan glanced at the area where Gilbert and his friends were but hen looked away immediately, and walked away with his 'new friend'. Gilbert knew that Ivan saw him, but he ended up ignored. He noticed that the Russian was keeping distant from him recently. They only talk to each other when it comes to their research paper, nothing more. Even at the apartment, they keep on avoiding each other, as if the other doesn't exist.

Thinking deeply, his mind was clouded with mix emotions; anger, hate, annoyance, confusion. Gilbert moved his eyes downward but still keeping his head leveled up high as it was minutes ago. Antonio hits Gilberts left arm using his elbow, wanted his attention. The German looked at him with a wondering look on his face.

"It's Elizabeta Héderváry." Antonio said to Gilbert as he waved his hand to the approaching girl. Gilbert immediately stood up straight, a bit trembling but it wasn't obvious. He felt his face warming up, "Say something asshole!" said to himself constructing an 'awesome' greeting to impress the Hungarian girl. His mind went blank; almost stuttering he just said 'Hi' to the girl and smiled bashfully. Elizabeta smiled and waved back to them. She was the girl from the other class that Gilbert really wants to date and have her as his girlfriend. But despite of how awesome he is, he just can't properly say what he really wants when in front of the girl.

"Aww, what a shame." Francis placed his hand on Gilbert's head and patted it while he shook his head in disappointment. Gilbert shoved his friend's hand on his head and he just sniffed.

"I really have to make a move before someone claims her." The German said with determination as both of his buddies clapped in a bit mocking way.

On his way back home, Gilbert decided to take a longer route, ignored the chilly weather and the light snow falling from the sky, tucked both of his hands at his coat's side pocket to combat the cold; he doesn't feel going home yet. While walking from the side walk; he heard someone cry and screamed from a poorly lighted alley with few centimeters of snow covering the pavement. He got curious and walked towards the area slowly and quietly.

"Is anyone there? Are you hurt?" Gilbert asked still wondering where the person might be.

"Please help me." The person cried, the weak cry sounded like a female.

Gilbert rushed knowing that the female might be in danger or serious threat. To his surprise, the dark alley ended up in high brown brick wall with cracks and graffiti painted all over it. An old flickering street lamp on one corner emitting dim light to the area-it was a dead end. A sound of menacing laugh came from his back. He turned around immediately and cautiously took a step backwards. Revealing four men approaching him, based from their appearance Gilbert thought that they maybe from street gangs at that create troubles and underground crimes. Their faces can't be seen clearly, their dark clothing serves as camouflages.

"Shit! That works all the time!" the one from the middle said as the other three laughed with him. One of them moved from a distant while lighting a cigarette, he must be their look out, and then the guy from the middle lifted the left side of his shirt showing a handgun.

"Don't think about creating a sound or escaping." he said with a sadistic grin on his face.

"What do you want?" Gilbert asked seriously, he knows he is in deep trouble.

"Give us your money, that's all." Two of them took out a dagger and getting closer to Gilbert.

Intuitively Gilbert puts on a fighting stance, he was good when it comes to brawling, he was experienced enough when it comes to fist fight, but this was the first time he encountered his opponents armed with blades and a gun.

"HAHAHA! The kid wants some fun!" the middle man laughed "Fine! I'll let you two play with him for awhile before I send him to his grave." He added as the two guys with blades run towards him.

The man on the left did a slashing move but Gilbert was quick from his reflex and was able to dodge it, grabbing the other man's arm on his right hand and gave a strong jab from the other man's left side causing a small fracture from his lower ribs and damaging his liver area. The thug then stumbles down on his side and trying to recover from the pain.

Paying attention to the thug from the right, he was a second late from dodging and the man was able to hit Gilbert's right arm; creating almost a five inches cut from his right arm. The wound wasn't deep, but its length is a great factor resulting in bleeding. He didn't feel the pain because his adrenaline was rushing throughout his veins. The damage from his dominant hand slowed him down a little, despite that he was still agile. After throwing punches and hitting each other, Gilbert managed to grapple the second thug, slamming the man's back on the ground, doing a Supplex move that made the thug unconscious.

He stood up quickly panting and a bit hurt. Knowing his back was vulnerable, he immediately turned around but the middle man was able to hit him hard on the head using the handgun's handle. Gilbert felt dizzy, he managed to touch the left side of his forehead, he felt a sharp pain and when he looked at his hand, he sees blood. He tried to stay on his foot but it his lower limbs went weak. He fell sideways on the ground, his visions staring to fade. He heard the click from the handgun that's already aiming at him; his mind went blank as his consciousness is getting hazy.

He can see from a far, a figure of a man hit the look-out thug with a metal pipe or something, beating him brutally with the said thing and knocked him out. The next thing that happened was unclear; Gilbert was knocked out from his consciousness but he heard a gunshot and a scream, then slowly fading into nothing.

"Hey West! Where are you going? Mom, Dad, why are you leaving without me?" Gilbert was running after his family, but they keep on walking away. It seems that they don't hear him; they don't even care to look back and turn to where Gilbert was, shortly he heard a deafening gunshot.

He woke up from a nightmare; sweating coldly, trembling from the horrible dream. The German looked around and seems to be in a hospital room. From his left an IV stand, with an intravenous fluid bag connected to his left hand, his right hand and forehead was wrapped in bandage; he sat up slowly, his body hurts. From then, came two of his best buddies crying their hearts out in concern, hugging him tightly, cautiously avoiding his wounds.

"Oh man, I thought we're gonna loose you!" Francis said as he wipes his tears with a hanky.

"Yeah, good thing Ivan was there." as Antonio said and blew his nose with a tissue.

"Ivan?..." Gilbert wondered.

"He was able to save you. The police are currently taking his statements regarding the crime."

"Don't worry; the criminals that did this to you are behind bars now." Antonio smiled.

Francis and Antonio stayed with their wounded friend and leaved the hospital an hour before the visiting hours is over, since Gilbert wants them to retire for the night. It was a long stressing day for him and he knew his buddies we're anxious the whole time that he was asleep.

Shortly after, Ivan arrived to visit Gilbert. "How are you?" the Russian smiled at him, he bought some food for them, placed them on the bedside table and then sat at the side part of the bed.

"I'm fine…thank you." Gilbert mumbled, can't look on Ivan directly. He leaned closer and hugged Ivan, gripping his hand on his back lightly. The German maybe silent but the Russian knew that he was crying on his shoulder.

"It's ok. You're safe now." Ivan whispered and hugged him back. "I'll always be here for you." broke from the hug; he smiled and gently held Gilbert's face on its right side.

"Wait! Don't go, don't leave me." Gilbert held Ivan's left hand using both of his hands as he stood up from the bed, begging to him. The Russian can see that his roommate was still traumatized from his near death experience and decided to stay with him for the night. There was a sofa from the opposite side of the room but Gilbert wanted that Ivan would stay near from him. The Russian took a seat beside the bed, placed his arms on the bed, he bends and laid his head to lean on his hands, facing Gilbert. As much as uncomfortable it sounds, he'd be sleeping in his seat but he didn't care, as long as the German would feel secured and comfortable.

Gilbert was just starring at his roommate sleeping peacefully, he was also tired, tired as he was. This was the man who saved him from danger, despite how he treated him. He knew that he was taking advantage of his generosity and kindness but he repays him with hate and insult. Now he was really feeling awful both physically and emotionally. The German reached his left hand and gently placed his hand on the Russian's head and slowly caressing it; he smiled, remembering the time that he sniffed his hair.

His mind played back the incident hours ago. On his way home, he walked to compose himself and think about how to approach Ivan at the apartment; not really sure on what to say and how to say it. He wanted their friendly relationship back again. Besides, having grudge to someone is a heavy burden. But suddenly a question bothered him; how did Ivan knew that he was there, that he was in trouble? Was he stalking him? Or its just coincidence that Ivan was at the same place at the same time. Gilbert erased that from this thought, the guy already saved him and he is still having doubts and questioning his actions. The important thing is, he is still alive and in one piece. The only problem he'll be facing is how to tell his parents about the incident, surely they'd be hysterical.

"Mom! Stop it please! I told you I'm fine, you don't need to come over here." the silver haired German was sitting on the couch, taking to his parents over the phone with an annoyed mood.

Stood in front of the mirror, he brushed up the hair from his forehead using his palm to see a traceless wound that was created from the crime committed to him almost a week ago. He looked at his right arm where the wound was, it's almost not visible. Thanks to the skilled doctors that treated him.

Took a deep sighed he looked at the main door; he just got back home yesterday from being confined in the hospital. He missed five days of his lecture class, but he has a valid reason for being absent. Luckily his professors are kind and sympathetic enough to understand his situation and just gave him copies of the lectures he missed. Also they gave some take home special exam for him to cope up with his other classmates.

Today, he was alone in the apartment. His roommate was gone when he woke up pass midday. You can't blame him, the cold weather is very tempting when it comes to oversleeping, and snuggling in a warm comforter is really relaxing. He is clueless on where did the Russian have gone into, usually he would leave a note on the counter or a message on his whereabouts, but this time, he didn't.

A continuous loud knock can be heard from the main door, the person on the opposite side might be in a hurry or just plain impatient. Gilbert unlocked the door and as it swung open, a loud 'welcome back' greeting from—no other than, his best buddies Francis and Antonio. Not even waiting for Gilbert to courteously invite them in, the two just stormed inside the apartment. The German didn't expect that his two buddies would visit him; since they didn't even inform Gilbert that they'd be arriving. Still he felt grateful to have such caring and concerned close friends.

"What are you guys doing here? You should have called or something."

"We'll be celebrating your 'safe return'!" Francis said as he smiled widely at Gilbert.

The duo bought a custom cake for Gilbert, two pizza box and cold beverages and liquors. Good timing he thought, Ivan isn't around. It'll be hellish if these two of friends of his would know about him and Ivan living in one roof. He can imagine endless teasing and mocking from the two.

Francis and Antonio already positioned themselves comfortably around the small living area, treating the apartment as if they live there too. Gilbert took out his phone and dialed Ivan's number but he can't connect the call. He sent a text message to him that he must not go home yet, because his two friends are at their apartment.

"Bring out the porn!" Francis lively said as he lifts a beer can and took a gulp.

"You shitheads! Don't tell me you just went here to watch porn and use this 'welcome back thing' as an excuse!" Gilbert yelled. And the two responded with a nod. They knew they're all just making fun of each other; insults are part of their usual conversation.

The sound of keys being slid into the key hole and the twist of the knob from the main door took Gilbert's attention, followed by the light creaking sound of the door that has been slightly opened. The German's eyes were wide open and then he rushed to the door and slammed it to a close. His friends from the small living room were surprised and baffled on what Gilbert just did.

"Are you expecting someone else?" Francis asked as he took another sip from the beer can.

"Gilbert open up!" Ivan said as he kept twisting the knob to verify if it's locked or not.

"That voice, it sounds familiar to me." Antonio said as he looked at Gilbert then to Francis which responded with a nod.

"Ah no, you must've been mistaken!" Gilbert said with an awkward smile and leaning his back on the door, preventing entry.

"Gilbert, open up or I'm gonna push my way through!" Ivan warned with playful tone on his voice.

"Fuck!" all the German can mutter.

Ivan took four steps back and dashed to the door, viciously pushing his dominant arm on sideways that made the door open hard on and send Gilbert to hit the ground face first. That gotta hurt.

"YOU! – FUCKING – RUSSIAN!" the German yelled still laid on the floor as he looked back furiously at the man on the door.

"I warned you, da!" Ivan just stood there giggling and looking the German as he stood up fixing himself.

"And why aren't you answering my call?"

"My phone's battery got drained.

"Ivan, what are you doing here?" Antonio asked as he went near them.

"I live here." Ivan smiled widely and as soon as he said that Gilbert covered Ivan's mouth with his hand.

"Do you remember what I told you? Don't tell them!" the German snapped again, still with a mad glare.

"So…you mean, you told Ivan that he should not tell us that you and him live in the same apartment, but then he just said he live here and then you said that don't tell them, does that 'them' referring to us or to somebody else?" Antonio asked, he was just verifying that made all the other three guys in the room, kept silent for a moment thinking and repeating on their heads what just Antonio said.

The three guys looked at Gilbert, which then inhaled deeply and sighed. "Ja." He pouted; a chirp was heard behind Ivan caught their attention.

"Oh I almost forgot about the little guy." Ivan took a small bird cage and handed over to Gilbert. "I hope he will help you recover." he smiled.

The German was surprised and got excited; his anger from the Russian was gone in an instant. He didn't expect this at all. Inside the cage was small ordinary looking rounded yellow bird, with a small orange beak. This was the little creature that he and Gilbert saw at the mall's pet shop but the German wasn't able to adopt it since he didn't have enough money that time; he loved cute things, it's one of his weaknesses.

"Why didn't tell us that you two live in the same apartment?" Francis asked in curiosity as his eyes move to Gilbert then to Ivan.

"He told me not to tell anybody." The Russian said as his brows raised and pointed his left index finger to the man just standing just beside him.

Francis and Antonio looked at Gilbert, waiting for an answer.

"W-wha—do I have to tell everything?" Gilbert defensively said as he placed both of his arms cross his chest and looked at each every one of them.
"We're your friends Gil, there's no need to hide it from us." Antonio happily said and smiled as he pats the Germans shoulder. "Unless there's a reason to." He added.

"It's not a big deal." Gilbert pouts and looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"Then why are you being so defensive and secretive about it?" Francis asked with a grin as he stood up and went near to the three guys across the room.

"I'm not!"

Francis stood between Ivan and Gilbert and placed both of hands around the two guys' shoulder. "Oh really? Is there something else we need to know?" he asked intriguingly as that grin grew widely on his face. The roommates looked at each other in surprise then turned their faces opposite to each other as a slight blush formed on their faces, both went speechless.

Antonio cut the awkward moment by telling his three friends to get on with their drinking session. Gilbert refused to bring out the porn discs and just turned the tv on and switched to a movie channel. Francis started to strip half naked when he felt his body burning up due to the liquor and started to talk and laugh loudly. Antonio talked a lot of nonsense topics that even he have a hard time to connect and understand what he was saying, adding to that are his odd jokes that seems like he's the only one who's able to get it, leaving the three with confusion. He is just a cheerful, happy-go-lucky guy. Gilbert knew that both of his buddies are near drunken state and having a good time.

Since it's almost midnight; Francis and Antonio said their greetings to Gilbert, both kissed his cheek, leaving the German blushing.

"Get the fuck out already!" Gilbert pushed his friends out from the apartment, despite the rough treatment; he wanted his buddies to go home safely before they would even pass out.

"You two have fun now!" Francis sneaked his head back inside the apartment before the door closes; he giggled looking at Gilbert naughtily then winked to Ivan as the German pushed his face away closing the main door.

"Good riddance." Gilbert said as he went back on his seat. He stretched both of his arms and held the back of his neck. He and his roommate are just tipsy, not as drunk as the two who just left.

They decided to continue drinking; both are used to drink heavily. That's why it takes a lot of liquors for them to be in a drunken state. But their preferences varies, the Russian prefer vodka and the German would be beer. They're not even done past midnight, they had a good conversation talking about random things, didn't even bother to focus on what's on tv. Out of nowhere their already talking about their kissing dare; Ivan made fun of Gilbert how he chickened out and his reaction, but the German already had forgiven him, and apologized how he acted so immaturely that time. It's not big deal anymore; after all, it's just between the two of them.

Clearly, the effect of alcohol is taking over their system, not so conscious on what they're saying and acting. For the second time, Gilbert challenged to do that dare again. The two boys slowly leaned their faces towards the other, their faces were already slight red from the booze and can't really determine if their blushing or not. As their lips just centimeters apart, both quickly moved away giggling from doing the stupid act. Right after, they stood up and wanted to retire for the night leaving the living room in total mess.

Gilbert was just three steps away in front of Ivan when suddenly the German stopped and turned to his back, held the Russian's face with both of his hands then kissed him passionately. Unfortunately Ivan wasn't responding and just stood there. The German felt that his attempt failed, as he is about to move away, the Russian suddenly pulled him back closer to him. Ivan's hands are already wrapped on the other's waist, kissed him back aggressively and pinned him to the wall, pushing his body to Gilbert- feeling each other's heat. Gilbert felt his crotch area tightened and so as his roommates'. Still drowning from the wild kiss, his left hand fumble for the bedroom's door knob, he twisted it to open and pulled his roommate into their bedroom, they didn't bother to open the lights or close the door, after all no one would see them.

Their lips sealed each other from the hot, passionate kiss; both boys tried to dominate each other and they moved towards the bed on the right, which is Gilbert's. Ivan removed only his coat and scarf, and then did the same to Gilbert's jacket and shirt leaving him half naked. The German lay on his bed with the Russian on top of him. Ivan broke the kiss, stood on his knees, between Gilbert's thighs; he started to move his hands lower to unbuckle the other's belt, unzipped his trousers and yanked over him, leaving the German with only his black boxers on. The Russian smirked seeing the semi erected penis of his roommate underneath those boxers, then slowly moved his eyes to look on Gilbert's upper body; he has a lean body with visible well toned abdominal muscle and also his upper and lower extremities. Ivan turned his purple eyes to the face of the man below him; those crimson eyes starred back and a grin started to form on his lips.

"No need to say a compliment, I already knew that I'm hot and have an awesome body." Gilbert proudly said as he enjoyed seeing Ivan speechless and looked amazed starring at his almost naked body, his pale milky white skin which was very tempting to touch. The room was dark, since the door was open, light from the hallway connecting the bedroom to the living room gives off a little luminance.

The Russian responded by unbuttoning his shirt revealing his upper body; he was as fit and lean as the German but with broader shoulder and bigger built. Gilbert was shocked, his eyes widened in awe at what he just saw, his jaw slightly dropped. He raised his upper body a little, leaning on his left elbow as a support. Unconsciously his right hand moved forward to feel the Russian's upper body, his palm moved from the other's chest down to his abs; he's just making sure if his eyes are lying on what it's seeing, but they're not. Underneath those conservative and many layers of clothing, Gilbert thought that his roommate has a chubby body that's why he rarely show some skin, but he was definitely wrong.

Ivan loved Gilbert's reaction; he pushed Gilbert gently to lie on the bed again and bend over him. He licked the other's lip signaling him to open his mouth. They started to kiss slowly but fervently, the taste of vodka and beer still lingers on their mouths, it's bitter yet sweet at the same time. Gilbert let Ivan take control of the kiss and allow him explore his mouth with his tongue. The Russian then moved to kiss him on the chin, in response, the German moved his head to his left said, giving a Russian a better access on his neck. Ivan alternately kissed and nibbled the area sending small waves of pleasure to Gilbert making him moan.

Soon the Russian moved to his chest area, taking one of the pink nipples on his mouth, licking it and bit it gently, as right thumb played with the other in circling motion, teasing it. Gilbert closed his eyes, his right palm buried into his roommates' hair; he moaned from time to time, he loved the wonderful erotic sensation. Ivan left some kiss marks on Gilbert's abs, he moved lower and found himself on Gilbert's pelvic area; he removed his roommates' boxers exposing a now hard and erected member. He held the shaft and gently stroking it from the base to the tip and used his thumb to tease the sensitive area; Gilbert's frequent moaning made Ivan hornier and aroused. The German gasp when the Russian took his member inside his mouth, sucking and licking it; bobbing his head up and down, Gilbert gripped onto Ivan's hair, his back arched as he did a silent howl, the feeling sends shiver to his spine.

Ivan raised himself. Using the back of his hand; he wiped the mixture semen and saliva on his mouth; leaving Gilbert in an almost climaxing state, with pre cum leaking out from his hard member. Gilbert looked at him with an annoyed look on his face; who would be happy if you're already feeling good then it was cut short and leave you in the middle of it, yet Gilbert didn't say a word. Ivan unbuckled his belt and trousers, then removed his boxers that made the other in state of surprise. This time it was Gilbert who went speechless as his eyes stayed glued on Ivan's member; he was bigger than him, he was enormous. The cold winter didn't feel a thing, thanks to the effect of alcohol and the heat their currently experiencing.

Ivan pressed himself on Gilbert, rubbing his erection to the other as he kissed him wildly, almost like devouring and sucking the soul out from the man below him. He held both of their hard packages and started to stoke it, lubricating it from each other's man juice. The German parted his legs on the sides as the Russian guided his member to the other's entry. Ivan grabbed Gilbert's wrists and pinned them on the bed as he thrust inside him slowly. The Russian clenched his teeth when he felt the pain, his member was being squeezed by the German's tight entry; Gilbert gave out a groan from the excruciating penetration. The painful experience made the two relieved from their drunken state.

Ivan inserted his member halfway and then withdraws; he looked down seeing streaks of blood covering his manhood. Even though he was fairly lubricated, his roommate's entry isn't properly prepared and stretched.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" Gilbert cried out as Ivan lifted his face to look at him.
"I-I'm sorry." He frowned and looked a bit terrified.

"Move a-aah~!" he cried softly and the Russian thrust inside him again. "You bastard! Why did you do that again?" he glared at Ivan.

"But you told me to move."

"Move away!"

"You're…so tight, it hurts." He said as keep on thrusting deeper inside his roommate slowly with a constant pace.

"I'm more in pain than you!..Aahh!~ Fuck—"

"Da. I'm going to fuck you." he smiled and his movements are getting faster.

"That's not—what I meant! Stop fucking me!" the German whimpered both in pain and pleasure.

"No, I can't stop…Not right now." Ivan buried his face at between Gilbert's neck and right shoulder then slid both his hands onto the other's palm; their knuckles turned pale from the intense grip from each others' hands.

"Again…Do that again." Gilbert begged as Ivan hit his prostate; in response Ivan thrusts deeper, faster, and harder to hit that sweet spot. The German wrapped his legs at the Russian's waist and his arms at the other's back, his erection is being rubbed between their abdomens as he moans louder and more frequent; the pain didn't subside but their bodies enjoyed and focused more on the pleasure side.

"I-Ivan…I can't take it…anymore." Gilbert cried out, gasping between the words, his body stiffened and trembled trying to control his release.

"I'm almost!—hngh~" Hearing the German say his name that way-it was sweet music to his ear and made him reach climax; exploding hot liquid from inside, a second after and the other follows, releasing between their bellies.

Ivan collapsed above Gilbert, his face was still on the other's neck and he was still inside him; both panting and exhausted. The Russian raised himself and withdrew his already semi limp penis out of the German; leaking generous amount of seminal fluid tinged with blood. He then lay on his back beside Gilbert. The two was still in state of shock because of the deed.

"Don't you fucking dare to tell anyone about this!" Gilbert threatened as he stared at the ceiling.

"Da. Don't worry I'm not the 'kiss and tell' type of person." Ivan smiled also staring at the ceiling.

The two kept silent for awhile, it was an uncomfortable scenario. The Russian broke it up and called the German's attention "Gilbert, can i—" he moved to his side facing the other and leaned closer, but Gilbert cut him and pushed Ivan's face away using his hand.

"Not now! I'm fucking sore because of you!" the German glared at him, he was blushing.

"I was just asking for permission to hug you." said with a sad, upset tone.

"Fine." The mad stare from the other slowly disappeared, his mood changed instantly felt a bit of pity at the Russian when he was turned down.

"Couples cuddle after making love, yes?" he smiled, pulled Gilbert closer and hugged him.

"First of all we're not a couple and second, what we did is called stupidity, not love making."

"You said awhile ago 'not now', does this mean we can do this again." Ivan beamed of the thought.

"NEIN! It fucking hurts! Besides you're quite rough."

"Sorry I'll be gentle next time."

"There will be no next time."

"You enjoyed the first. I know you'll enjoy more, doing it for the second time around."

"Why you!— "Gilbert was snapped and about to say something but the Russian covered his mouth.
"Shut up already, yes? i'm tired." He kissed him goodnight then closed his eyes and doze off to sleep.

The German have an urge to kick the Russian out of his bed but it seems like his body is too weak, he can't even break free from hug; he has no choice but to share his bed with him just for tonight.

TBC.