I had to split this chapter into two parts. This chapter is about 8000 words, so if I would have included the entire thing, it probably would have equaled out to about 15000 words, and that is just way too much in my opinion.
Ugh...I filled out my first two scholarships today. I don't know how to feel about that. Hopefully my RP partner isn't going through such intense college feels as mine. She's a senior, too. I don't wanna go to college, it's so scary sounding. XD
Warning: Semi smut. In the shower.
Alfred woke up at around twelve the next morning, finding himself curled up against the Russian as usual. Blinking sleepy eyes, he looked up at the Russian's face to see him smiling down softly at him. Remembering their conversation last night, he couldn't help but blush a bit and mutter. "Creeper." Despite the insult though, he did lean up to press his lips against Ivan's in a good morning kiss. "Mornin'." Alfred mumbled against Ivan's lips. Ivan may be a major creeper, but he was Alfred's creeper. Lazily, he untangled himself from Ivan and yawned, stretching as he sat up. He'd slept really well last night, but even with his energy restored he had a feeling today was going to be a lazy day. He felt an arm wrap around his waist as he Ivan leaned forward to press a kiss to the back of Alfred's hair.
"Good morning. So when are we going to watch that movie?" Ivan asked, his lips pressed against Alfred's messy hair and his voice slightly muffled. He wondered if Alfred would let him take a shower with him this morning…even with their advancing relationship, Alfred was still slightly put off at the thought of being completely naked in front of Ivan. The Russian didn't understand why. Alfred had a beautiful body. His skin was glowing and healthy, his hair and eyes vibrant and beautiful.
Alfred hummed in thought, "Well I was thinking later this evening. Until then, we can just hang around. Or we could walk around the city and get lunch and ice cream. I need to call Arthur and Francis before we do anything though." Turning around in Ivan's hold, he pressed another kiss to the Russian's lips. Pulling back after a couple seconds he asked, "Sound good to you, big guy?"
"Mmhmm. We could stop by a movie rental store and pick out a movie while we're at it. Right now, I think it's time for us to get cleaned up." Ivan really, really hoped Alfred would cave in and let him shower with him. It wasn't like they were going to have sex…okay, maybe some groping here and there, or a possible handjob or blowjob, but nothing further than that. Standing up from the bed and pulling Alfred along with him, Ivan walked over to the dresser, pulling out a new batch of clothes for him and then letting Alfred chose his own. It was amazing how many of the blonde's clothes ended up in his house from Alfred staying over so much.
Alfred rummaged through his clothes and finally settled for some dark skinny jeans and a loose fitting v-neck red sweater. He'd be wearing his bomber jacket later anyway so it didn't matter what kind of shirt he wore. He'd be honest and admit that he liked the way shinny jeans cupped his ass and clung to his thighs. Speaking of thighs...Ivan had very nice ones. He'd look really good in skinny jeans. Before he could stop himself, Alfred found himself asking, "Hey Ivan, ever thought about wearing skinny jeans?" Realizing what he said he, mentally face palmed. Oh well, too late to take it back now.
"Not really." Ivan answered sheepishly. "I'm a little put off by how tight they are. They look good on others," Especially you. "-but I don't think they'd suit me." Knowing Alfred, Ivan already knew what the other was about to suggest. Ivan was a little sensitive about his build. He always thought that his thighs were a bit too thick and his hips a bit too wide. Even with the change from human to vampire, his body build remained unaltered.
Alfred smiled sheepishly and scratching his cheek he said, "Well they never struck me as your style, but I think you'd look amazing in them!" They'd hug his thighs in all the right places and accentuate them. Not to mention they'd make his butt look even wider and cuter. But if Ivan really didn't feel comfortable in them, he wouldn't pressure him to wear them. "But wear whatever you feel comfortable in Vanya." He said giving him an encouraging smile, before asking. "So which of us goes first?"
"Ah, that." Ivan began, feeling a little sly. "I was thinking that maybe the two of us could shower together? You know I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to do." Other than put his hands all over Alfred. Then again, when wasn't he doing that?
Alfred's 'I'm-about-to-be-molested' senses were tingling. Well, it's not like he didn't trust Ivan, and really the Russian has seen him in all his naked glory. Maybe it was time to take another step forward in the physical part of their relationship. Blushing lightly, Alfred smiled nervously and said, "Uh, okay. I'm cool with that. Er, let's go!" Before Alfred could back out of it, he marched into Ivan's bathroom, put his clothes on the bathroom counter and began stripping, his back to Ivan so he'd feel less self-conscious. When he was done he looked over his shoulder to see if Ivan had finished. The Russian hadn't even begun stripping himself, having apparently decided to watch Alfred strip. Now he was eyeing Alfred up and down, causing the sunshine blonde to blush more. Swallowing a bit, Alfred tried to push down his self-consciousness. Giving Ivan a small smile he teased. "Like what you see big guy?" He even gave his hips a playful wiggle.
Licking his lips, Ivan observed Alfred's naked body with hungry eyes. "Very much so." Stepping closer to the blonde, he reached out and twined a hand into Alfred's hair. Tugging Alfred toward, he brought him into a passionate kiss, tongue coaxing the other's mouth open and weaving with Alfred's. The blonde hungrily reciprocated the kiss, pressing his nude body flush against Ivan's. He could feel every inch of Alfred against him, his skin radiating glorious warmth against Ivan's cooler body. Pulling away from the kiss just ever so slightly, Ivan whispered, voice low and a tad rough. "Why don't you undress me~?"
Alfred eagerly recuperated the kiss, moaning lightly as Ivan tangled his fingers into his hair and intertwined their tongues. He took a deep breath when Ivan pulled away, shuddering as Ivan whispered in a rough tone just millimeters from his lips. Gaining back some of his confidence, Alfred looked up into Ivan's half lidded violet eyes and purred. "What if I don't wanna?" Despite his words, he slowly unwrapped Ivan's scarf from his neck, moving his head to lead feather kisses down the Russian's scarred neck and to his collar bone until he hit the collar of Ivan's shirt. He looked up at Ivan with a mischievous smirk.
Ivan drew in a shaky breath at the attention on his neck. "And please tell me why you wouldn't want to? Surely you don't want to be the only one naked here." Ivan ran his hands up Alfred's side, his fingertips dancing along the tanned skin. Alfred shivered at the cool touch and Ivan felt a hot puff of breath on his collarbone. He ran a hand across Alfred's chest, his thumb brushing and teasing a sensitive nub.
Alfred let out a low moan as his nipple was played with. With a shaky breath, he mumbled, "Mmm, g-good point." Pulling himself away from the Russian's collar, Alfred trailed his own hands trail down Ivan's sides, appreciating the hum of approval gave at the action. Taking the hem of Ivan's shirt Alfred got an idea. Sinking down into a sort of squat he lifted up Ivan's shirt a little, just enough to kiss under his naval. As he slowly bunched the shirt up higher he would follow the shirt and leave light kisses and nips. He heard Ivan moan a bit as he reached his chest, the shirt stopping because of the Russian's arms. Mumbling against the Russian's chest, Alfred commanded, "Lift up your arms." Not needing to be told twice, Ivan did just that, allowing Alfred to throw off his shirt and continue to kiss and nip up the Russian's chest. As he kissed up Ivan's neck again he nipped a bit harder and applied a gentle suction, leaving little red marks up Ivan's paled neck. Alfred wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck and tangled his fingers in Ivan's soft and platinum blonde hair, pulling his lips down to Alfred's and giving him an impassioned kiss, his tongue tracing Ivan's cool and firm lips.
Enjoying the attention Alfred was giving his body, Ivan hummed in appreciation. Whenever Alfred bit down on his neck, he was unable to suppress the small whimper of pleasure that spilled from his lips. He felt Alfred's lips trailing back up to meet his. The blonde kissed him passionately, Alfred's tongue pressing insistently into his mouth and teasing his own. The sound of their kissing filled the pearly white bathroom, nothing but tongue and lips moving in synchronization. The Russian vampire felt his bottom lip being sucked on, a tongue massaging the soft flesh before pulling off with a gentle suck. Framing Alfred's face with his hands, Ivan flashed him an almost dark smile, his fangs showing just slightly behind his lips. "I think we should move on to the shower before this turns into something else." Alfred nodded in understanding, his hands flying to Ivan's pants and undoing the button. Letting Alfred do as he pleased, he waited as the other rid him of his pants and boxers, leaving Ivan completely in the nude. Stepping into the walk in shower, Ivan turned it on, waiting for the icy water to warm up before motioning for Alfred to join him. The blonde entered the small confines of the shower, sliding the glass door shut behind him.
Closing the somewhat transparent glass door behind him, Alfred stepped into the steaming shower. There were very few things better in life than taking a hot shower on a cold winter day. It startled Alfred a bit, but he realized he probably wouldn't have stopped Ivan from turning their little make out session into "something more". Alfred felt once again a strong, pale and wet arm wrap around his waist, pulling the American close to an equally wet and hard chest, consequently pulling Alfred into the warm steady stream of water with the Russian. He was close to the Russian, but not completely up against Ivan's chest, there was just enough space between them that Ivan could trail a finger from the top of Alfred's now wet back, down his spine to his tail bone as he began to rub that spot teasingly. Alfred shivered at the touch and moaned lightly as he felt Ivan dip his head and skim his fangs lightly over Alfred's neck. In the back of his mind he was hoping that finger rubbing his tail bone would dip just a bit lower...
Alfred shivered again and made a muffled whining noise at his train of thought. Giving a breathy laugh Alfred asked, "Why so frisky today Vanya?"
"It's hard not to be, whenever you're like this." Ivan murmured against Alfred's neck. Deciding to tease the blonde a bit, he sank his fangs in just a little, and then pulled them out, letting droplets of blood build up on Alfred's neck. Ivan licked them all away, tongue lapping hungrily at the sanguine liquid. "Mmm, just as sweet as ever…" Ivan's hand, the one that had been settled on the small of Alfred's back, began dipping lower. A single finger slid between the crevice of Alfred's cheeks and down to his hole, touching and prodding and overall making the blonde whine at the teasing.
Alfred let out a small whimper at the teasing bite, the pin prick of pain feeling good in an odd sense. The whimper turned into a low moan as he felt Ivan's tongue lap up the beads of blood on his neck, enjoying the feeling of Ivan's soft and wet tongue on his skin. Alfred gave low mewls as Ivan teased his entrance, trying to push down on the wet, calloused finger poking and rubbing just at his ring of muscle. Alfred found that he couldn't because of Ivan's grip on his waist keeping him from doing so. "God, you're such a tease Ivan." Alfred whined as he gripped the arm around his waist and wiggled his hips, trying to get more.
"I like hearing you whine for me." Ivan purred seductively, dipping his finger into Alfred's hole just slightly. He pressed it in slowly, rubbing against the blonde's walls and looking for a particular gland. He heard Alfred hiss slightly, a little uncomfortable from the lack of lubrication. Poking and prodding around a bit, Ivan smirked whenever he heard Alfred gasp loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Found it~" Ivan announced in a sing-song voice. He fingered Alfred a bit more persistently, his finger jabbing into that small bundle of nerves every once in a while. Alfred rested his head against Ivan's shoulder, soft, breathy moans resonating from him.
Breathy moans soon turned lower in tone every time Ivan hit Alfred's prostate. Soon he was panting as he pushed down on Ivan's thick finger, warm breath hitting the side of Ivan's face and neck from leaning his head back on the Russian's shoulder. After a few more thrusts of Ivan's finger Alfred gave a keening moan, "A-Ah, Ivan more~" The blonde's nails dug slightly into the arm around his waist as his grip tightened in his arousal. By now Alfred's cock was almost at full mast and turning red with every jab to his sweet spot.
Ivan pressed in a second finger along with the first, causing Alfred to give a loud moan at the increase of girth. He massaged Alfred's sweet spot, drawing moans and loud mewls of pleasure from the blonde. Alfred pressed down on his fingers, urging Ivan's fingers in to the knuckle. Feeling Alfred's walls pulsing around his finger, he knew that Alfred was getting close. Withdrawing his fingers, Ivan was silently pleased to hear Alfred's whine at the loss. Dropping down to his knees in the shower, he grabbed Alfred's hips and leaned forward to give his weeping cock a languid lick. He ran his tongue down to the base, laying wet kisses and sucks all along it. Ivan licked along a throbbing vein, drawing a loud, whining moan from Alfred.
Alfred let out long and low moans, also letting small whimpers of pleasure out as Ivan teased his cock with licks, sucks and kisses. Dear god, Ivan was good at this. Those thousand years really paid off in the sex department. He felt Ivan give a slow lick up from his base to his tip, his tongue flat and smooth. Alfred let out a choked moan as Ivan's tongue swirled around his tip, collecting the pre-cum before he gingerly took the tip in his mouth. Alfred tangled both hands into Ivan's platinum locks, gripping tightly but not pressing Ivan down or anything. They just tangled into his hair so he had something to hold onto. Ivan slowly started to go down Alfred's cock, taking him in, causing Alfred to give a breathy moan as he squeezed his eyes shut from the pleasure coiling in his stomach. "V-Vanya..."
Careful not to nick Alfred with his fangs, Ivan slowly and sensually sucked on his hard member, bobbing his head as he teased Alfred with his tongue. He could feel the blonde's engorged cock pulsing in his mouth, throbbing with coiling pleasure as Ivan increased his sucking. Tan, nimble hands tangled into his hair, tugging gently and scratching at his scalp in a pleasant way. Ivan moaned around Alfred's cock, enjoying the dual sensation of the warm water cascading down his back and the fingers raking through his hair. He felt Alfred's tense under his hands, his body going rigid at the peak of pleasure before moaning loudly and releasing into Ivan's mouth. The platinum haired vampire drank down all of Alfred's cum, the white, creamy liquid tasting slightly different and better on his altered taste buds. Pulling off of Alfred's cock with a wet suck, Ivan gazed up at Alfred with half-lidded violet eyes. "How was that, Fredka?"
Alfred was panting, cheeks flushed from the warm water and from his previous arousal. Coming down from his high Alfred looked down at Ivan with half lidded blue eyes of his own, completely sated. At Ivan's question Alfred, just pulled Ivan up by his hair and gave him a slow lingering kiss. Ivan hummed in appreciation as Alfred slipped his tongue into Ivan's mouth, tasting both himself and Ivan. He drew back from the kiss just far enough to murmur against Ivan's lips his answer, "Wonderful, it was great Ivan." Skimming Ivan's jaw with his lips, he trailed soft kisses once again down Ivan's neck and chest, stopping at the Russian's dusky nipples and tracing both of them with his tongue. He heard Ivan give a soft gasp and low moan at the teasing licks. Alfred then continued downwards, slowly sinking to his knees like Ivan had earlier. Alfred pressed an open mouth kiss onto Ivan's naval, tracing the rim of his belly button with his tongue before dipping it in. He felt Ivan grunt then let out a soft moan at the strange, but pleasant feeling, enjoying the attention Alfred was paying to his body. Alfred parted once from the Russian's stomach, settling completely on his knees and nuzzling Ivan's thigh, nipping lightly at the inside of them. Alfred flicked shining sapphire eyes to meet Ivan's violet hues, giving the Russian a sincere smile. "You have really nice thighs, Vanya."
Ivan's cheeks would have turned red if they could at Alfred's compliment. "I do not." He retorted back, a bit flustered. "They're too big and bulky. I've never liked them." Despite what he thought, though, Alfred continued to nuzzle against them, placing kisses and nips along his pale skin. Ivan pursed his lips, feeling his slightly hard cock twitch at not being paid attention to. "Please, hurry…" Ivan breathed out, wanting to feel Alfred's mouth on his sensitive cock.
Alfred just chuckled at Ivan's impatience and gave his right thigh another nip, this time sucking for a moment to leave a bright red hickey. He heard Ivan suck in a breath at the bite and moan. Smirking, he moved his head so he was facing Ivan's hardening cock. He blew cool air on it, watching as it twitched and Ivan groaned at the contrast of the warm water cascading down his back and the cool air hitting his cock. Alfred used one hand to wrap around Ivan's member, moving it up and down at a tauntingly slow pace. Ivan hissed in pleasure as his member was slowly being pumped, causing him to become harder. Alfred purred, "No, your thighs are nice because they're big Vanya." That meant there was more to squeeze, kiss, nip, lick, bite, sit on, rut against… Alfred could go on and on about why he liked big thighs. They were sort of a kink for him. Alfred continued to pump Ivan's cock at his pleasurably, but infuriatingly slow pace until pre cum started to bead on his cock. 'Payback time~' Alfred thought as he took Ivan's tip into his mouth, but only the tip. He began pumping his hand faster, his other hand squeezing and holding Ivan's hips in place. Swirling his tongue on Ivan's tip, he gave him teasing licks and periodically switched with hard sucking.
"A-Ahhhhn..! S-Stop that…" Ivan moaned out at Alfred's teasing. It bothered him how the other only took the tip of his cock into his mouth. He wanted more. He wanted to feel those lips and tongue sliding down him and swallowing him up. But instead, Alfred teased him by sucking on the tip, the most sensitive part for god's sake, while his hand pumped the rest. Ivan felt himself tremble at the almost unbearable teasing, his lower body burning with pleasure. Loud moans and whimpers poured from him unmuted. Ivan felt himself buck forward a little bit, forcing his cock a little further into Alfred's mouth. He was rewarded with a hard, reprimanding pinch to his hips and the blonde firmly holding him back so he couldn't take advantage anymore. "Pl…please…give me more…stop teasing me. Fredka…" Ivan breathed out, voice light and breathy. The Russian vampire titled his head back in the spray of water, closing his eyes and parting his lips slightly as hot water pelted him and Alfred continued to mercilessly tease his painfully hard cock.
Alfred didn't appreciate the buck, but it didn't put him off too badly, so he just settled for reprimanding pinch to his hip to express his displeasure. As Ivan continued to beg him to stop teasing, he smirked a bit to himself. It was extremely erotic to hear the Russian begging and pleading for more for once. Letting out a pleased moan around Ivan's tip, he decided to keep teasing for a bit longer. After all this was revenge for all the teasing Ivan did to him. Alfred gave Ivan just a little bit of mercy by pumping his cock at an even faster rate. This earned him a low moan and some tugging on his wheat colored hair as Ivan buried a hand in Alfred's golden locks. It went on for a bit longer, Alfred teasing Ivan's tip with licks and sucking while pumping Ivan at furious rate. As he slipped the tip of his tongue into the slit at the tip of Ivan's cock, he felt Ivan tense. Before Alfred could react, Ivan came hard all over his face, unable to pull back in time. Luckily, the sunshine blonde was able to close his eyes so none of Ivan's cum got in them. The rest of Alfred's face though was covered in the vampire's seed. Sputtering in surprise, Alfred protested with his eyes shut tight and still on his knees. "I-Ivan! What the hell?! You could have at least given me a warning!" Shakily, Alfred used Ivan's body as an anchor to help get himself back up as white cum slowly dripped off his face.
Ignoring Alfred's protests, Ivan framed the blonde's face with his hands and brought him into a crushing kiss. He felt and tasted the sticky cum on Alfred's lips, his tongue swiping away the pearly white liquid before delving into Alfred's mouth. Moaning hungrily, he pushed the blonde against the shower wall, kissing him impatiently and roughly, his hands roaming Alfred's body. He bit down lightly on Alfred's lip, drawing a bead of blood and lapping it away quickly. Hands tangled into Ivan's hair, and he felt the other tugging at his soft, wet locks, trying to bring him even closer. Ivan pulled away quickly, going to lap at the now thin layer of cum coating Alfred's cheek. He licked up the blonde's cheek, cleaning it of his essence before drawing back slightly, a line of saliva connecting his tongue to Alfred's cheek.
Alfred's face currently resembled that of a tomato. Shuffling awkwardly after that extremely arousing kiss, he looked away, unable to meet Ivan's eyes. "You still could have told me you kinky jerk." Alfred wasn't so much as upset that Ivan came on his face. Actually, he'll admit even he found that erotic. He was more put off by the fact that Ivan didn't warn him. It startled Alfred when he had suddenly came. And he was embarrassed because he realized he was just as kinky as the Russian.
Pecking Alfred softly on the lips, Ivan whispered. "I'm sorry. But with that pretty, soft mouth of yours, I couldn't help myself. Now, how about we get cleaned up before the water turns too cold?" Cold water wouldn't affect Ivan at all, but Alfred was a whole different case. Reaching for the shampoo on one of the shower's shelves, Ivan picked it up and squeezed a generous dollop of it into his hand. He reached out and began lathering it into Alfred's hair, letting his fingers work the soapy suds in and massage the blonde's scalp.
Alfred huffed a bit, but returned the soft kiss. At first it confused Alfred when Ivan began scrubbing his hair, but his confusion was soon abandoned as he felt Ivan rub the soap in and scratched his scalp his tenderly. Alfred let out an appreciative hum and leaned into the touch a bit. Wrapping his arms around Ivan's waist he rested his head on Ivan's chest as the Russian washed his hair. After a couple minutes Alfred admitted reluctantly with a blush. "I-I didn't mind the fact that you came on my face, you just startled me. Just warn me next time, 'kay?" Alfred looked down at his feet awkwardly, not sure how Ivan would react to the confession.
"I'm sorry." Ivan said more sincerely this time, his voice tender and soft. "I didn't mean to startle you like that, and I won't do it again if you don't want me to." Ivan continued running his fingers along Alfred's scalp, trying to make up for his actions by relaxing Alfred. A smile forming on his face, Ivan tacked on playfully. "If it's any consolation, you look very sexy covered in my cum." He heard Alfred give an embarrassed sound, his cheeks becoming hot against Ivan's shoulder despite the already warm water. Ivan just laughed a bit at his embarrassment, finding it cute.
Alfred's face heated up in embarrassment at the last comment, but he hummed happily at the light massage his scalp was receiving. Lifting his head from Ivan's chest, he gave his neck a soft kiss and mumbled against it. "You can do it again," It was kind of hot." -just warn me. Getting cum in my eyes would hurt like a bitch." He then gave Ivan a teasing smile in return. "And for the record, it's adorable when the big, bad vampire you are begs for me not to tease you~"
Ivan bit down on his lip, trying not to give in to the natural urge to defend his dominance. He'd let Alfred get away with the comment this time to make up for his little goof-up. "Whatever." The Russian vampire said off-handedly at he let the water wash all the shampoo out of Alfred's hair. Seeing as the other was all cleaned up, Ivan went to start washing his hair next. He squirt a dollop of shampoo into his hand, reaching up to lather it in his hair.
Alfred laughed at the slightly put off, almost pouting look Ivan had from his dominance questioned. Quickly unwrapping his arms from Ivan's waist, he intercepted the hand going to wash Ivan's hair. Ivan raised an eyebrow as Alfred wiped the shampoo that he had on his hand onto his own. Reaching up to return the favor, Alfred gently carded his hand threw Ivan's soft hair, rubbing the soap in and scratching his scalp lightly like Ivan had done for him. His mischievous smile still in place, he hummed. "Y'know Vanya, you don't have to be Mr. Dominate all the time. I sure as hell won't be submissive all the time. We could switch it up from time to time." He gave Ivan's neck another soft kiss, and felt the Russian give a pleased hum. Now seemed like as good of time as any to have this conversation. Alfred didn't mind being the more submissive one most of the time, but every now and again he liked to dominate. And he was pretty damn good at it if the girls he's banged were anything to go by.
"I know that." Ivan said truthfully. Honestly, the aspect of letting anyone else top him during sex was incredibly revolting to him. But Alfred…he wouldn't mind being roughed up by Alfred. He idly wondered if he should let the blonde top whenever they first have sex… No. Ivan decided that their time together would have him dominating Alfred. He wanted to show the blonde what it was like to be pleasured completely from the inside instead of the outside. "And don't worry your pretty head. I'll be sure to let you have your turn." Ivan smiled down at Alfred, locking his hands around the blonde's waist as his hair was washed by soft hands.
Alfred smiled sincerely at Ivan cooperating with him. Leaning up he pressed a soft kiss on Ivan's lips. It might take some time, but Alfred was sure he could wrestle some control from Ivan. He'd make sure the Russian enjoyed it too. "Good." He mumbled and pulled back from the gentle kiss. Alfred continued massaging Ivan's scalp as he washed the Russian's hair. After his hair was good and lathered up Alfred stepped back a bit to let Ivan rinse he his hair off. Soon they were both out of the shower and toweling off.
Ivan was drying his hair with his towel whenever he felt something thin and damp crack at his behind. He yelped, slightly taken off guard by the little whip. Turning around, he was met with a smirking and smug looking Alfred, his towel wrung suspiciously between his hands. Ivan rubbed his bare bottom, sending the blonde a dangerous, yet playful look. "You really shouldn't have done that…" Alfred seemed to sense the implication in Ivan's word and bolted out of the bathroom, still naked and dragging a towel with him. Ivan on the other hand didn't mind chasing the other in the nude and quickly gave chase. It took him all of two seconds to flash-step to where Alfred was running and tackle him down to the floor. Ivan pinned him down by straddling his waist, making sure not to rest all of his weight on Alfred. Wagging his finger in front of the blonde, he smirked down at him victoriously. "Naughty, naughty~"
Alfred let out a gasped breath at the tackle, it having slightly winded him. Once his breathing turned to normal again, he pouted up at the Russian, rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue childishly. He huffed, "Cheater." Really, using his supernatural abilities was totally cheating in Alfred's book. In response to the finger being tauntingly waved in his face he made a playful attempt at biting it, and missed terribly. All he got for his efforts was low chuckle from the vampire currently sitting on him. With yet another huff, Alfred crossed his arms over his chest waiting for the Russian to do something, like getting off would be appreciated.
Watching as Alfred crossed his arms and waited impatiently for Ivan to get off, the Russian vampire merely returned the eye-roll and hopped off of Alfred. He offered a hand down and helped the blonde up to his feet. Heading towards the bathroom, they dressed themselves in their clothing of choice. Walking out of the bathroom and back into the living room, Ivan retrieved a book he had been reading a week ago before his and Alfred's short hiatus from each other. He took a seat on the couch, flipping back to where he left off. "Oh, don't forget to call your friends. We'll be leaving in a small bit, okay?" Ivan spoke without looking up, his sensitive hearing alerting him to Alfred's footsteps.
Alfred blinked at the reminder, then face palmed over having forgotten that. "Thanks big guy!" Alfred called as he turned and padded back to Ivan's bedroom where Alfred's cellphone was thankfully still in his jacket pocket. He quickly grabbed it and returned to the living room where Ivan was reading some novel. Alfred was 95% sure that it was written in Russian. Plopping down a comfortable distance away from the Russian, he asked him while scrolling through his contacts, trying to find Arthur and Francis's apartment number. "Hey, watcha reading?"
"The Forthcoming Ham." Ivan replied casually. "Remember whenever we talked about literature in the café that day? It's by Dmitry Merezhkovsky. It was published shortly after the events of the 1905 Bloody Sunday massacre." Ivan had to suppress a shiver at the mention of the date. "It pretty much details his views on the Russian monarchy at the time and expresses their 'anti-Christian nature'." He flipped a page, never allowing his eyes to drift off of the book. He'd read it many times over, but he didn't mind reading it again. It was interesting to see things from a different perspective and Ivan appreciated Merezhkovsky's work.
"Uh, sounds interesting." Alfred mumbled, then let out a victorious "Ha-ha!" As he finally located their number. Hitting the call button, he pressed the phone to his ear as it rang. 'Please let Francis pick up, please let Francis pick up!' Alfred chanted in his head. Life would be so much easier if Francis picked up, considering Arthur would probably yell at him and nag him for hours. The phone was picked up on the second ring and a slightly hopeful British accent came from the receiver. "Alfred?" 'Shit.' Letting out a sheepish laugh Alfred answered. "Hiya, uh Artie. What's shaken?" Okay, that was weak, even coming from Alfred.
"Alfred? It IS you! Wha…where the bloody hell have you been, you damn idiot?! Not contacting us for an entire week…you had us worried sick, you buffoon! Don't you realize that you have people who'd like to know whether or not you're safe? Wait…where are you? Are you with that damn Russian? Well, get on with it! Answer me!" Arthur yelled angrily across the phone, a little peeved that Alfred had the audacity to call and greet him like there wasn't a thing wrong in the world. Francis peeked from around the corner in the kitchen, eyeing his lover with a strange expression. That was definitely Alfred, alright.
Alfred had held the phone away from his ear at a safe distance during that whole rant. When he figured his ear drums were safe from being busted, he tentatively put the phone back to his ear. With a sigh he addressed Arthur. "Yeah, I'm at Ivan's flat right now. And before you say anything, no, I hadn't talked to Ivan all last week either until like Friday. And the reason I hadn't contacted you was because I found out all three of yours little secret. You know how you all are part of the undead." Alfred hope got what he was hinting at. He'd explain about how he found out in a second. He just wanted to let that information sink in a little.
Arthur held the phone to his ear, taken off guard and completely shocked. "I…" What could he honestly say? 'Yes, I'm a vampire and I survive by feeding off the living?' So instead, he merely sat there with the phone held numbly to his ear.
By this time, Francis had stopped hiding around the corner and had walked into the living room to stand beside Arthur. He knew from the look on Arthur's face what he had just been told. Taking the phone from the stunned Brit, the Frenchman held it up to face. "Alfred, before I say anything else, I just want to say that you shouldn't be up late watching scary movies. They always give you these extremely weird thou-" He was cut off by the American on the other end.
Alfred stopped the French man right in his tracks, "Francis, I haven't watched a horror movie in a couple weeks. And the last one was about zombies! No, I know all three of you are vampires. I found out last Friday, when my suppressed memories of Ivan feeding off me came back." There was another long pause, and Alfred took this chance to explain the whole story. "Okay, let me explain. I don't know why, but all this past month and a half I'd had dreams about the first time Ivan fed off me. They started off really vague and I'd more or less try to forget about them since I just brushed them off as nightmares. Last week, I finally had a vivid recount of the incident and woke up, told Ivan about my crazy 'dream'. I was staying over at his place that night, just FYI. And when he paused, I just ...I knew it wasn't a dream, and so I freaked out and ran out of his flat half naked all the way to my dorm. Well, I had a cry fest that night and I was going to call and tell you guys what I'd found out, but then I realized that you had the same suspicious behaviors as Ivan and figured out you were vampires too. I got scared and I felt so betrayed, so I didn't call you guys. So all last week I was moping around, feeling angry, hurt, scared and betrayed by you guys and avoided ya. Then last Friday night I thought about it and realized that even after finding out Ivan's true nature...I still loved him and that I was being stupid and throwing away the best damn things that have happened to me since I started college. So I went to Ivan's place and found he wasn't there, I fell asleep waiting for him and we made up. Then yesterday I was working and Ivan was answering my questions about the vampire world and I just got around to calling you guys." Alfred took a deep breath from his long winded explanation. "I-I'm sorry I worried you guys, I really am." Alfred mumbled sincerely over the phone as he glanced down at his toes guiltily, like a teenager who hadn't told his parents where he was going and came home late, only to find their parents stayed up all night waiting for them, having been worried sick.
"Ahh," Francis gave a sound of realization, seeing that there was no need to panic about the situation. Alfred both knew their true nature and accepted them for it, so there was no need for Arthur's shocked behavior. Turning to the Brit, Francis mouthed "It's okay" in his direction and then turned his attention back to the phone. "Well…this is certainly a strange turn of events. I hope you don't think any less of us, Alfred. You do realize we were just trying to protect you. Humans don't often get involved in the vampire world, and whenever they do it can prove to be quite dangerous." Francis's thoughts briefly flickered to the moment where Alfred first mentioned Ivan stalking him. That was a perfect example, although it was severely outdated and irrelevant since the two were romantically involved now. "Not to change the topic, but how are you, mon cher? And what about your Russian lover?" Francis caught Arthur's irritated look the Brit sent him at his casual behavior after such a shocking revelation. Francis merely ignored it, choosing to smile at Arthur instead.
"No, I understand your reasons for keeping me in the dark. I'm still a bit upset about it in a sense, but I'm getting over it. And it's weird trying to grasp that you guys, like, kill people, but ...I'm getting there." Alfred gave a small and hesitant smile as he tried to explain his feelings on the subjects. It was a relief that the more awkward and stressing part of the conversation was over. He had Francis's relatively level headed personality to thank for that. The Frenchman was dramatic, but he very rarely freaked out or blew his fuse. Alfred was pretty sure if he was still talking to Arthur, he'd be ranting at Alfred about something. At Francis's other questions, he let a more relaxed smile form as he answered with a laugh. "I'm pretty good now. Still getting used to the whole vampire thing like I said. Today for date day or night, we decided to just chill and watch a movie later. We're actually about to go out for lunch and ice cream, too! Um, Ivan's fine, I mean as far as I can tell. I mean if ya really want to know what he's feelin' and stuff you'll have to ask him." Alfred laughed and rubbed the back of his head with the last part. At least Francis hadn't started prying into the...private part of their relationship. Yet that is. "I can put him on if ya want, He's just reading next to me, so yeah." He was pretty sure though that Ivan had heard the question anyway, with his freaky super hearing and stuff.
"Let me talk to him." Ivan said imperatively, holding out his hand for the phone. Alfred handed him the cellphone. The Russian took it without looking away from his book. "Privyet, Francis. I assume this is who I'm talking to?"
"Oui, it is. I see Alfred is in the know about out kind." Francis' voice was light and casual. At his next words though, his voice dropped a tone or two. "You know, you should be careful. Alfred is not as…durable…as we are. There are many vampires out there who'd love to spite you by killing him." Walking over to the loveseat in their living room, Francis took a seat, crossing one leg over the other as he relaxed into the cushions. "There are only so many ways this can end, Ivan. The most prominent ways is Alfred either dies as a human or becomes one of us. Whatever happens if left up to you. But if YOU somehow manage to cause his death, rest assured there will be a debt to pay." Francis kept his voice flat and even, not betraying his words at all.
Ivan was the same, merely keeping his usual, slightly dark smile on his face. "Da, I understand. You don't have to worry about Alfred. I will take good care of him. No harm will come to him while he is with me. As for the other part, I understand that as well. But we shall, as a lot of people like to put it, cross that bridge whenever it comes time to do so, hmm?"
"Oui, I see." Francis looked up at Arthur, who was standing there impatiently with his hand held out for the phone. "Well, Arthur is in a hurry to speak to Alfred, so I must go now. I wish you two the best in your relationship." Francis handed the phone the Arthur, and it was promptly snatched out of his hand. Ivan did the same, handing it to Alfred, though the American was more civil about taking the phone from him.
Arthur waited for Alfred to speak and finally heard a slightly nervous 'Hey Artie' from him. "Oh, so that's all you have to say after you little one-week hiatus you pulled on us? No calls? No notifications of anything? Do you realize how worried sick we were? I hope you're proud of yourself, Alfred."
Alfred flinched a bit at the Brit's words. He really did feel bad, but couldn't he try and see this from Alfred's perspective at the time? "Arthur, listen. I really am sorry for doing that, it was wrong. But how would you feel if suddenly you found out that everyone you trusted had being lying to you? Especially if they were hiding the fact that they were the creatures that go bump in the night, the horror stories or badly written romance that everyone reads, but is told they're not real! I was scared Arthur, I was hurt, I felt betrayed. Would you really want to talk to the people who made you feel that way? As I already told Francis and I'm sure you've heard if that freaky super hearing thing comes with the whole vampire package, I eventually was able to realize I was being stupid. None of you would hurt me, intentionally, and I understand why you didn't tell me before. And all I can really say is I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you because the thought that you would didn't cross my mind. I'm sorry, I really, truly am sorry Artie." Alfred's tone during his whole monologue started off hard, but softened towards the middle and in the end, his voice was sincere. He was truly hoping that Arthur would see this through his point of view, and try to understand why Alfred didn't call and realize that he really was sorry. He didn't want the Brit mad at him, at least not seriously mad at him anymore. It made him feel every bit as bad as if Arthur were really his brother. Like how when Mattie was still around, he didn't like seriously making his twin mad at him. There was a long pause at the other end. Alfred held his breath as he waited for Arthur's response. Soon what sounded like long sigh came from the other end.
"It's…okay. God, alright. It's fine. I'm sorry for going off on you like that. But I swear, you can be so hard-headed and brash sometimes Alfred. One day, it's seriously going to get you hurt. But you don't have to apologize anymore. It's…fine, I suppose." Arthur felt slightly awkward now that he was apologizing. It was something that he didn't do unless he absolutely felt it necessary. "As long as he's treating you okay and isn't forcing you to stay in this mess…well, that's okay with me. It might irk the bloody hell out of me, but it can't be helped. You're a big boy and can take care of yourself." Arthur found himself repeating the exact same words Ivan had said to him that day at the ice-skating rink. As much as he'd like to believe otherwise, it was true. "When can we expect another visit from you? It's been a while, you know."
At Arthur's words, Alfred couldn't help the grin that slowly spread on his face. He was happy that the Brit no longer held any hard feelings toward him. "Thanks Artie. And don't worry, he's a jerk sometimes, but I don't let him bully me~!" He laughed and nudged Ivan with his foot, giving him a teasing smile. Ivan just rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching up a bit though as he lightly smacked Alfred's foot in reprimand way before going back to his book. It meant a lot to Alfred that Arthur finally accepted their relationship. Not that he needed it, he still would have and has been dating the Russian without it, but it made things easier in a way and it was the sentiment that counted. Alfred blinked and licked his lips in thought at Arthur's question, "Um...whenever next week I guess. Just let me know when you want me! My schedule is pretty much the same. After the holiday though, I'll be studying my butt off for the midterms. They were nice enough to have them a couple weeks after the holiday break so that we're not stressing about how we did over the holiday!" Besides, Francis and Arthur knew he spent Sundays with Ivan, and any other days were good with him after classes and work.
"Alright then." Arthur sighed, at least glad that the conflict was over. "Make sure to check in every once in a while. It makes us feel better to know that you're not vampire food." Arthur heard a nervous laugh from the other end, but just passed it off as Alfred being his usual self. "I'll see you sometime next week Alfred. Goodbye." Arthur heard a corresponding goodbye on the other end and then hung the phone up. He sighed again, this time a lot more relieved. At least Alfred was okay, and if anything, in the presence of good protection. Although Arthur still didn't trust Ivan that much, he did have enough faith in him to believe that he would protect Alfred. "Francis, we have to go out for dinner soon." Arthur announced, walking away into the kitchen. He wondered what Francis would get them into tonight…
Ivan watched as Alfred hung up his cellphone and pocketed it. Marking his spot in the book, Ivan closed it and then set it on the coffee table. "Are you ready to leave now?" Ivan asked in an airy voice. It was around 3 in the afternoon, and if they were going to go out to "eat" (at least in Alfred's case) and rent a movie, they needed to do it before sundown.
Alfred hopped up off the couch and stretched his arms a bit with a chipper, "Yep!" He then turned to face Ivan with sheepish smile and pointed at the bite mark on his neck. "Eh heh, Artie'll blow a gasket once he sees this huh?" Normal people would think it was a hickey or bug bite. Arthur on the other hand would know exactly what it is. Well, at least seeing him trying to maim Ivan while he and Francis try and hold the irate Brit back will be funny...
"There might be more than that by the time they lay eyes on you." Ivan spoke suggestively, poking the blonde gently in the side as he headed for the door. Since Alfred was willingly letting Ivan drink from him now, he wasn't sure how much he'd be able to keep himself from doing so. Of course, he was also taking Alfred's health into mind as well, so it couldn't be too much…but just because he bites a lot doesn't mean he necessarily wouldn't drain the blonde of a lot of blood each time.