A/N: Sorry it took so long, but fanfiction was being a bitch yesterday, and I had school today, so this was the earliest I could get this uploaded =_=' well, anyway, here it is, chapter 3! I may not have the next chapter for a day or two, but it'll be on it's way ^.^
Ivan's POV
How could Ivan say no to such an offer? He giggled in his head as he reached slowly for the bottom of his new toy's shirt, gripping the soft material gently, before suddenly ripping it off the other's body, his smile not faltering even slightly. Alfred looked a bit surprised at first, staring at the material that had once been his shirt now laying in a pool on the floor. But he quickly snapped out of it, and turned sharp, amused eyes towards Ivan,
"Hmm...so you like it rough, huh?" he asked raising an eyebrow suggestively,
"Two can play at that game!" he exclaimed.
Alfred's POV
Alfred launched forward, aiming for the mans' exposed neck...only to be caught by a large hand. The hand slowly traveled to his chin, and angled it upwards, so that Alfred was staring into truly exotic purple eyes once again. The other stared at him for a moment,
"As much as I'd like for this to continue, I do believe the song has finished, da?" he said in accent Alfred just couldn't seem to place. That's when Alfred realized that the other men were filing out of the room, some silently, others talking or laughing. The music had stopped, and Alfred had kept right on going!
"Oh, Shit! I am so, sosososo sorry! I-I've gotta go!" he practically lept off the strangers lap, and sprinted back out the door he came in about five minuets ago. He closed and locked the door behind him, and then did a palm-to-face. That was so embarrassing! The man had to have thought he was crazy! Or thought he was some kind of prostitute...although he sort of was...Alfred sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. He should probably just get dressed and try to find this Ivan dude instead of freaking out over something like that. 'Wait, where was Ivan during the dance, anyway?' he thought to himself, 'Hmmm...I guess I just didn't notice him...' he shrugged to himself, grabbing his glasses, and pulling an identical shirt to what he previously had on out of his locker, pulling it over his head in one quick motion. He then slammed the locker shut, put on his glasses, and headed out the other door that lead to the club.
Ivans' POV
"Wow, he must really like you, then..." Gilbert was standing next to Ivan to the side of the club, looking slightly surprised after Ivan had told him how the show had gone,
"Nyet, I do no think he knew who I was, or he would not have responded in such an...intense manner," Ivan grinned slightly. There was no doubt that Alfred was attracted to him; he could see it when he looked up at him with those sinfully beautiful sky-blue eyes,
"Ah, well, I didn't exactly tell him what you looked like, and I doubt he could tell a Russian accent from a stick, so..."Gilbert shrugged slightly, unsurprised by Ivans' statement. Ivan smirked again,
"Well, I have to admit, you were spot on with your recommendation, he's perfect!" Ivan smiled widely, and the Prussian chuckled,
"Well, I am pretty awesome," he scratched the back of his head casually. Ivan smiled 'There's the ticket,' Ivan thought to himself.
"You certainly are!" he agreed, "Since you're so awesome, perhaps you could give me some information on him, da?" he slipped the question in carefully with his sweetest voice. The Prussian puffed out his chest slightly, and Ivan knew he'd gotten him with his ego fully inflated.
"Well, since you asked so nicely, I don't see why not!" He said. He looked to his left, and then to his left, and then pulled Ivan by the shoulder out of the open, and into a small, empty hallway,
"What would you like to know?" Gilbert asked, crossing his arms. Ivan thought for a second,
"Hmmm...how old is he?" he asked. Alfred couldn't be older than himself, who was going on 28 year s of age,
"He's 19 years old," Gilbert said, and Ivan smirked, 'He was probably pretty popular in high school' he thought. Although, he wondered what made him come to the club,
"Do you know why he works here?" Ivan asked. Gilbert scratched the side of his head with one of his hands,
"Well, I don't know what made him decide to work here, but I'm pretty sure it's mainly because he's amazing at dancing, he loves showing off, and he needs the quick money," Ivan gave the other a confused look,
"What is it that he needs money for?" he asked. Gilbert shrugged,
"I never really asked him, all I know is that he needs a lot of money, and he didn't act like he would be quitting anytime soon," was Gilbert's response. Ivan looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding,
"I see...he's quite the interesting individual, da?" Ivan said. Gilbert nodded in agreement, and then looked at Ivan head on,
"You do know that if you decide to take him, he still has to work here on weekends; he's the main base of our income. It's because of him we could expand," Gilbert explained,
"Also, you may want to be careful, he's a tough nut to crack, stubborn as a bull," he said,
"But his weak point is hamburgers, I swear he has orgasms every time he eats one," Gilbert said almost to himself, and Ivan raised an eyebrow curiously. 'Hmm...that may be interesting to watch' he thought to himself. It looked like his boring mafia boss life was about to get a lot more interesting.
Alfred's POV
Alfred had just finished washing his face, and was about to leave the bathroom when Gilbert intruded in on him for the second time that night,
"You did a nice job out there," he said, as he stood a few feet behind Alfred, his arms crossed. Alfred smiled, and mused that to someone else, what was just said by the Prussian made it seem like they were speaking of some sort of sport. Although, to Gilbert, pole dancing pretty much was a sport, and he was the captain,
"Ivan really enjoyed the show," He said, and Alfred's smile faltered slightly,
"Oh, well...great?" He wasn't sure how to respond to that. Ivan had liked watching him grind into another man? Surely he wouldn't have liked seeing that...Although, this dude was the boss of the Russian Mafia, and who knew what went through a head like that? Alfred sighed in annoyance,
"So, am I supposed to meet him somewhere?" he asked, looking at Gilbert in the mirror as he washed his hands to rinse them of the soap,
"Yep, he's just outside the club," Gilbert said, grinning. Alfred nodded, before drying off his hands, and picking up his pack,
"Kay, thanks," he said simply, walking towards the door that led back to the club,
"Hey, Alfred," Gilbert said, before he got to the door. Alfred looked over his shoulder,
"Good luck," he said, a more serious look on his face. Alfred just nodded in response, an eerily creepy feeling seeping through his body as he went out the door. He had a bad feeling about this.
Ivans' POV
Ivan was leaning against the brick wall just outside the front door of the club, waiting calmly for his new toy to arrive. He had decided to try to use the power of persuasion to initially get Alfred to do what he wanted, and not use force until it was necessary, because he could tell the blonde was a fighter, and bribing would only get him so far with the other man. The squeaking of the opening door caused him to look over at the door, where sure enough, out came his toy, looking as clueless as a lost bird. Alfred was looking in the other direction, and so Ivan took this opportunity to sneak up behind him, so that he could lean down next to his ear,
"Hello, Alfred," he whispered. The man jumped practically three feet into the air, landing promptly on his butt. Ivan giggled, unable to hide his amusement, and the other just looked up at the tall man indignantly,
"Hey, dude, that wasn't cool, you scared the living shit out of me!" he said, sounding rather angry. Ivan laughed again, and offered the other a hand, which Alfred reluctantly took, before standing up, and brushing off his bomber jacket. Then he looked up at the other, and sudden realization crossed his face,
"Wait, aren't you...?" he began, and Ivan gave him a suspicious look before nodding slightly. Alfred sighed,
"Look, as much as I'd love to do something with you, I kind of have to wait for someone important, so..." he looked a little disappointed, and also a bit annoyed. Ivan giggled again,
"Well then, you will be glad to know that the 'important' person you are waiting for is standing right in front of you," he said, smiling. Alfreds' eyes widened and he took a tiny step back,
"No way, you're..."
"Ivan Braginski, the boss of the Russian Mafia, da," he finished for the other,
"And I was really impressed with that show, it left me...how do you say...wanting more?"
A/N: Hmm, I wonder how Alfred will respond to that?
