A/N: Yay~! A New Chapter~! I'm really freaking tired now~! *dies*

"Would you like to test that?" he hissed the question in the taller's ear, his lips ever so lightly grazing the skin there. He wasn't sure what made him act like this; perhaps it was the beer, or the lights, or the music; or perhaps a combination of everything. But, whatever it was, Alfred wanted to see what this Ivan; the boss of the Russian Mafia; could do when it came to a battle that didn't involve guns, or knives. It would be...interesting?

Ivan's POV

Ivan smirked, licking Alfred's ear as he whispered back haughtily,

"I'd love to, da~" he said. Ivan felt Alfred grin next to his shoulder, and he was pushed a couple feet away from the blonde by a strong arm. And so, then the self proclaimed face off began, the two staring each other down as they walked (although Ivan was fairly sure Alfred was more prowling than walking) in sync with the music. Then, before Ivan could even make a move to counter, Alfred caught a hold of his scarf, pulling the tall man over so close that their bodies almost seemed like one form, instead of two. Their faces were merely centimeters apart, and Alfred mouthed the word, 'One', meaning that Ivan had better step it up. And so, once Alfred had retreated slightly, Ivan decided to make his move, pulling the other back roughly by the hair, and bringing the smaller back up against his chest, so he could bite the other's ear, and whisper,

"One," and so, they went back and forth, Alfred quickly coming up with the idea that if he got Ivan to moan at all, that counted as two points (which wasn't exactly fair, since Alfred grinded against him multiple times, and with that warm, lithe, body rubbing against you, who wouldn't moan?), but then, the few times Ivan got Alfred to moan from sucking on the soft nape of a neck made the score a bit more even. But, in the end, Alfred obviously being a pole dancer won him out, and Ivan finally gave in, pulling the other close to him, and picking him up, so that the smaller man was hanging in the air,

"Fine, da, da, you win," Alfred, who had been kicking relentlessly to get down, stopped, and looked at him, blinking, then his face broke out into a childlike smile that made Ivan wonder whether this was really a man, or just a child in a mans body,

"YAHOO! Oh yeah, I won!" Alfred cheered, his arms waving around high in the air, since Ivan was still holding him. It was then that Alfred seemed to come to a realization,

"Dude! We were just the center of attention, did you notice that?" Alfred asked, pointing around him at the small empty area around them, and then the group of cheering people near the edge, some forking up money to the person next to them, apparently from losing the bet on who would win. Ivan smirked,

"Well, you do put on a good show," Ivan said, looking up at Alfred, who was waving now. He looked down,

"Naw, we put on a good show, this time, big guy!" He said, smiling down at Ivan like...like the sun...

An Hour Later

Alfred followed Ivan out of the club. He had his arm over the taller's shoulder, and he was laughing loudly, trying not to fall over. Ivan couldn't decide whether this made him want to laugh, too, or made him want to slam the other's head against the wall until he shut up. Ivan shook these thoughts away, though, as they walked along the sidewalk. He had told Toris to meet them in about 15 minuets. He knew Alfred would need a little time for fresh air after how much he'd drunk.

They walked slowly past a mailbox, and a couple of parking meters, before they passed an empty alley way. At least, it seemed empty, but the sudden rattle of a pair of cans from behind a trash can even though there was absolutely no wind, told Ivan otherwise. He peered down the alleyway carefully, before removing himself from Alfred,

"Alfred, be a good boy, and wait over there by the phone booth, da?" he said cheerfully, pointing down a couple blocks at a phone both that was lit up slightly. Alfred gave him a calculating look, most likely from the 'good boy' thing, and then, reluctantly, nodded, stumbling away towards the phone booth. Ivan watched him for a few minuets, and then trailed down the dank alley slowly, watching carefully. The moment he stepped past the trash can, he came face to face with the head of a gun. He grinned, he'd been expecting this, and he jumped backwards to use the protection of the metal trash can to give him enough time and protection to pull out his gun, which was fully loaded. He wasn't surprised to see the second in command of the Italian Mafia come around the corner of the can,

"Hello, Ivan," he said, with a grin, his short, brown hair looking perfectly groomed, as always. Ivan held his smile in place,

"Romano," was all he said in response. Romano frowned, and spit on the ground,

"Quite a big scene you made there, for being a mafia boss, wouldn't you think?" he asked. Ivan grinned,

"You are getting to a point, da?" he asked,

"My point is that you are about to die, da?" Ivan frowned. He didn't like it when someone mocked him in his native language. But, then, he didn't have any place to retaliate as another gun was pressed up against the back of his head, and he knew who it was,

"Feliciano," Ivan growled, and he heard giggling behind him,

"Sì, how did you guess!" the voice behind him asked. Ivan started to wonder if he had lost his touch...he could usually sense when someone was coming up behind him, but this time...Feliciano slowly began to turn him around,

"You will come with us now, sì?" The man behind him said, and Ivan followed, though he kept his gun in his hand. He really wasn't in a good place right now. And that's when a loud voice broke through the deathly quiet,

"Hey! You bastards better get the hell away from him before I blow your heads off!" Ivan's eyes shot over to the corner of the alley, where Alfred stood, his face one of pure anger, and he had a gun in each hand, one pointing at each of the two brown haired men (how or if he had sobered up, Ivan couldn't really tell). He could see out of the corner of his eye that Feliciano had opened his eyes widely in surprise, which was rare, and Romano looked just as flabbergasted. And this was when Ivan began to get a particularly annoying hard-on. Damn.

A/N: Nice ending to this chapter, wouldn't you say? XD, let me tell you, I think someone's getting hot and bothered from Alfred's surprising turn! And I'm sorry, I suck at mob scenes! *cries* please don't kill me~!