*DISCONTINUED INDEFINITELY* Ivan thought he had got over his first love. But when that love once again enters his life, things get...complicated.

Usually, to avoid being seen, he would climb up onto the air conditioner unit, shimmy up the pipe, and perch on the ledge outside of the skylights. He was almost glad the rain had driven him inside, though. He risked being caught, but oh! Being able to see the soft, subtle array of expressions on Ivan's face as he played more than made up for the risk. RusAme music kink smut

Alfred F. Jones was a serial killer with a count of fifty, at least…that they had found. Excused from the death penalty with a plea of insanity, Jones was sent to the one institution that was equipped to handle such a high security case. And…assigned the one doctor that could handle a high risk patient, especially with such a unique history. Full summary inside.

"Don't lie to me." Russia bit the top-edge of America's ear, lips curled and tone husky. He let go of the tender skin and leaned up to breath against the curl of sensitive hair he'd discovered. "Don't lie to yourself, either." Rus/Ame fun, fighting kink.