The hours seemed to vanish almost as fast as the vodka. Gilbert was more than a little drunk, and had long passed out on the couch. The TV was still on, but the show had changed to a news broadcast that was droning out the snores from the albino. The red and blue of the screen was reflecting off of the glass surfaces in the apartment, and illuminated the sleeping man's form.

A sudden knocking roused Gilbert from his deep slumber, and he felt himself rub his eyes. The light flickering from the TV hurt his eyes, but he sat up regardless. He held onto the couch for support as he stood up, and a soft groan of 'coming' escaped his lips.

Ivan must have left his key… He thought to himself as he shakily walked to the door to help the Russia inside. After pulling the door open, he turned his smiling face to the person towering over him. Although the face was blurry, he wasted no time in grabbing the large wrist and pulling the man inside. He felt giddy at the thought of Ivan being home. He was a little discouraged about not managing to cook him a meal, but there would be plenty of time in the future to try again.

He felt warm arms encircle his waist, and he leaned into the growing heat. He released a happy sigh, and leaned into the chest behind him.

"I didn't think you missed me that much," the Russian whispered into his ear.

As soon as he comprehended the words, he let out a drunk giggle. The vodka had affected his hearing a bit, so it was difficult to make out exactly what was said. He felt himself sloppily nod, as warm lips brushed against his neck. A shudder ran down his spine, and he was suddenly picked up by the man. Ivan didn't feel quite the same as he did when he carried Gilbert to the apartment, but it was obvious that Gilbert wasn't exactly in the right state of mind during that time either.

He allowed the man to carry him, and simply closed his eyes. It felt as though Ivan was just wandering around, and it began to leave a bad taste in Gilbert's mouth. Red eyes peeked through white lashes, and he saw that they were beginning to go up the stairs. Gilbert could feel his heart beat slower as his foggy mind began to think about the Russian claiming him. That was the only thing that he thought could come next. Especially with how touchy Ivan was getting. He flinched as he felt a hand slide down to grip his ass. He moaned slightly into the other's neck, and he saw the door to the bedroom slide open.

He felt his pants grow tight as his mind conjured several images of what they were about to do. He hadn't really thought about being fucked by the Russian before, but it seemed to be all that his drunken state could imagine. He squirmed slightly as Ivan laid him on the bed, and he giggled as he clung to the other. The Russian seemed slimmer in the dim lighting, and he smiled when he saw Ivan come into his blurry view.

"Roll over," came the soft command in his ear.

He pouted slightly at the thought of not being able to see the man's face, but he really wouldn't be missing anything in his drunken state. He rolled over with mild ease, but couldn't help but frown at the bile working its way up his throat. He felt a slight unease in his stomach, but assumed that it was simply because he was nervous to have sex again. He felt his pants slide down to his calves, and he shivered at the feeling of the cool air on his pale skin. He bit his lip as the nervous feeling began to nag at him, and continued to grow heavier.

He felt warm hands slide up his legs, and the touch made him tense up. He got his arms underneath him, and made a weak attempt to sit back up. His mind flashed back to all the times that he had been in the same situation with his ex-boyfriend. It always seemed to be the man's go-to position, and he wanted to see if Ivan would let them do a different one. Gilbert felt the Russian lay his hand on his back, and he whined at the feeling.

"Stay down," the man whispered near his ear.

He albino shuddered at the sound, and tried to speak clearly.

"I-I want to move…" the man slurred slightly.

He felt the Russian pick him up once more, and set him on his lap. His heart leaped at the change. Unfortunately, he was facing away from the Russian still. When he tried to turn around, he felt hands on his arms hold him in a tight grip.

"Keep still," Ivan's voice rumbled.

Gilbert felt the Russian's cock against his ass, and bit his lip at the feeling. Clearly, the man had already taken off the clothing on his lower body. There wasn't nearly as much room on Ivan's lap as he thought there would be, but it was still relatively comfortable. He was grateful for the hands warming his body, but the feeling of them also made his stomach burn with the need to empty its contents. He cursed himself for getting into the Russian's alcohol. He wished that he could clearly see his surroundings, and hoped that he would at least remember it in the morning.

Gilbert moaned at the feeling of his cheeks being spread, and gripped onto the man's legs. The head of Ivan's cock burned against his entrance, and the albino felt his eyes squeeze shut in anticipation. The burning sensation in his stomach continued to grow, but he forced himself to focus on the sensations the Russian was giving him.

He grunted as his hole was stretched against its will, and briefly wondered why the man hadn't prepared him earlier. Thin fingernails dug into flesh, and Ivan forced the hands to cling to the sheets. Gilbert hardly noticed, as he tried to force himself to relax. He clenched his teeth, and let out a small, pained groan. Whispered curses followed soon after when Ivan continued to move further. Eventually, he pulled his cock out slightly, and Gilbert breathed a relieved sigh.

"I-Ivan…!" He moaned slightly, wiggling his hips a bit.

There was a small pause in the man's actions. Gilbert felt the hands on his waist tighten their grip. Suddenly, he was slammed back onto the Russian, and he desperately held back the scream of pain that threatened to escape from between his lips. Ivan seated Gilbert down fully on his cock, and whipped the man's shirt off of his trembling body. The red-eyed man began to squirm wildly, but the Russian showed his displeasure by biting down harshly on the albino's pale shoulder. Gilbert flinched away quickly from the man's painful actions, and felt himself be pushed face-first onto the bed.

Ivan wrapping his hands around a pale throat, and continued to pound into Gilbert's tight hole. At this point, Gilbert was crying out into the pillow that he had comfortably snuggled that very morning, and began to sob. The pressure on his throat increased, and silenced the albino's cries. The albino made a weak attempt to breathe, but only small puffs of air were making it to his lungs. He felt the hands move back to his waist, and Ivan began to thrust quicker.

Eventually, he heard the Russian release a loud groan, and he felt warm liquid trickle its way around Ivan's cock, and out of him. He felt the man's heavy weight as he rested himself against Gilbert's back. Gilbert was trying his hardest to stay alert, but between all the vodka, and the intense pain he was in, he was finding it difficult. Gilbert's breathing was getting more labored by the minute, but Ivan finally sat back up. The second that he felt the Russian's cock pull out, Gilbert made his way to the edge of the bed, and the contents of his stomach ended up on the floor. He shuddered at the lingering taste. He heard the bedroom door shut, and the Russian was gone. The burning sensation covered his whole body, and he passed out after vomiting once more.

Ivan tapped his pen nervously as he started at the clock on the meeting room wall. It was already two hours later than he expected to be home, and he couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that something was wrong. To try and relieve the feeling, he pictured the albino curled up in his bed, warm and comfortable. He smiled at the thought.

I'm sure he's just fine. He reassured himself, while he waited for the financial meeting to come to a close.