Decided I didn't want to add more to this oneshot, sorry if the ending feels a bit abrupt. Wrote this request for a friend!

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Pairing Order: RusAme

Rating: M

Prompt: Alfred is a prince and Ivan saves him from a coup. Emotions bubble over and the two comfort each other.


"Everything is ready now, my Prince," Ivan noted as he stepped out from the tent, dusting his hands off and letting his eyes fall on the royal man before him. Alfred sat with his head in his hands, slumped on the log they'd dragged over into their little clearing. The horse snorted from just across the way, Ivan pursing his lips when Alfred didn't immediately perk up with his invitation. Shoulders hunched, head down, curled in on himself like this… even when bested by his older brother at most anything, Ivan had never seen the prince so completely depressed. "Prince-"

"What's the point, Ivan?" Alfred choked up when he finally spoke, managing to lift his head if only to glare at his loyal knight, Ivan taking the cruel jab in dignified stride. Alfred's misted glasses shielded his hateful scowl, his watery eyes bloodshot and hopeless. "It's all gone, all of it- why are we even running? I should be back there! You saw what they did to Matthew!"

"And you'd allow them to do the same to you?" Ivan snapped back, too stressed from their journey to care about sugarcoating things for the petulant prince. He'd had enough of babying him, of dancing around him and tolerating all of his antics. Alfred winced, looking stunned over being yelled at, but thankfully shut up long enough for Ivan to continue. "You are a young lord. You are the only hope your people have left. You may want to throw your life to the fires, but you're useless to your country if you're dead. Now, accept this blessing I've given you, and come inside the tent."

Alfred kept his mouth shut as requested, slinking into the tent Ivan had prepared for him. Shabby and plain on the inside, it was about as much as anyone could expect, considering how little time they had to grab things during the siege. Ivan had assembled some of their coats and clothes into a make-shift bed, using a lantern to light up the small space. His knight ducked inside after him, and with the two of them there was hardly enough space for elbow room at best. "We will camp here for tonight, and then continue riding east," Ivan planned for him, Alfred just nodding and smudging his bleary eyes, trying to keep quiet about his snivelling. Softening slightly, Ivan dug through his pack, grateful to find he still had most of his lunch from earlier in the day still there. He pulled the wrapped meats out, portioned them, and passed most of the jerky over to Alfred. "Eat."

The prince didn't move, his sunken eyes just gazing sadly down into his lap, posture defeated and face otherwise expressionless. Ivan exhaled slowly, pushing the meat further into Alfred's field of vision. "Eat."

Alfred shook his head, politely pushing the meal back towards Ivan. "No," he mumbled, and although it was defiant, it lacked willpower and the usual bite that came with Alfred's classic stubbornness. Ivan pushed again, the food hovering in the middle of their tension. "I don't deserve it. I haven't done anything, but you… you're right. You saved me, I owe everything to you. Please, at least keep your strength up with this."

Ivan sighed, irritable and exhausted and doing his best to swallow his response. He took a piece of the meat and tore into it, making a show of eating in front of Alfred. "Do not think I will be the only one doing work while we are out here," he warned his prince, not caring about the potential repercussions he would face. Honestly, if those snooty uppers back at the palace took issue with how he saved their last remaining heir, he would personally give himself his own divine punishment. "You will take the first watch while I rest, and then I will stay up for the rest of the night."

Ivan could hear the little breath Alfred sucked into his chest, could see the twinkle start to shine in those starry, teary blue eyes. He waited a moment, and then held the meat out again, keeping it in the air until Alfred's resolve eventually crumbled and he accepted the offer. Ivan helped himself to another large bite, his gaze constantly on Alfred while he savored in the salty and dried rations. But, even after accepting it…

"Eat," Ivan commanded Alfred, feeling his impatience burn again in his chest. Alfred shot him a glance before taking the smallest possible bite from the corner of the food, a childish way to accept the order without following it. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Ivan ripped the meat out of Alfred's hands, the prince's triumphant smile incredibly short lived with Ivan then pushing it into his mouth. Alfred yelped, his hands scrabbling around Ivan's as the knight forcibly fed him, tipping his head back and cramming it roughly into his mouth. "Accept my gift to you, or else," he snarled, Alfred letting out a pained whine before he finally, finally started to chew and eat like he was ordered to. Ivan softened, keeping his hands in place just in case, the prince dipped awkwardly back in his arms.

Was he blushing?

"Good," Ivan nodded when Alfred swallowed at long last, allowing him to sit up after. He decided against continuing to scold his prince, knowing they were both still incredibly high strung after the events of the morning. How could they not be? Save for Alfred, the entire royal family had been massacred, just hours before. Not to mention, their chances of finding a welcoming and safe place for refuge continued to slim with each passing hour...

Lifting his gaze one more time, Ivan tried to smile, hoping it came off casual enough to ease the prince's anxiety. "So. I will rest now, go sit out front. Wake me the minute you start to feel tired. We are sitting like ducks if we both end up asleep," he warned, Alfred sheepishly picking at the cut in his slacks that he'd gotten from narrowly dodging the slash of a sword. He nodded, crawling up to Ivan and shuffling around him, unable to avoid brushing up against Ivan as he passed. He paused in the entrance, working his lower lip against his teeth before glancing back to Ivan.

"Uhm… thanks. For everything," he managed to say, standing up on the outside of the tent and letting the flap fall shut behind him. Ivan leaned closer, a little surprised by Alfred's tone. Straightening, he sat still for a moment and pondered whether or not he should even trust Alfred to be able to keep watch by himself. A haughty royal like him, who had lived his whole life without any real responsibilities, couldn't possibly have the attention span required for such a job, right?

Still, if it meant Ivan could rest for even an hour, that would be better than not resting at all. He laid down on the heap of clothing, screwing his eyes shut and counting out the seconds to accompany a slow breath, inhaling, and allowing his whole body to relax with his exhale.

He laid there, awake, for a few hours, just staring at the tent wall and doing his best to listen to all of the ambient sounds around them. It was quiet… too quiet. "Alfred-" he called out as he pushed the tent flap open, expecting to see the prince asleep on the log. To his surprise, Alfred yelped slightly, looking up from what he was working on to stare back at him. Ivan flustered just as much as his prince, Alfred hiding his hands behind his back.

"Yes? Is everything okay?" Alfred hurried to ask, Ivan stepping all the way out of the tent now. He paused, taking stock of their location and the silence surrounding it. He nodded, Alfred giving him a nod in return, still not looking totally sure after Ivan's panic.

"I thought you were sleeping," Ivan confessed, unashamed despite being slightly apologetic. He gestured with his hand to Alfred's back and what he hid behind it. "What is that?"

"This?" Alfred's nervous laugh strained and awkwardly trailed off, the prince eventually pulling his hands around front, revealing the braided chain of weed flowers woven together in a loop. "It's nothing, honestly. I don't even know what I was thinking, but I just needed to do… something. You know? One of my nannies showed me how to make them when I was little. I don't have any gold or rewards to give you, after everything you did to save me, so I thought… Agh, geez, this is stupid. Nevermind," he flushed with color, about to crush the handmade crown. Ivan's hand caught his wrist just in time, preventing him from ruining his work.

"Don't," Ivan ordered, his voice soft, commanding, and… understanding. Alfred looked up into his eyes, a poetic breeze brushing up against them, guiding Ivan to step a little closer to his prince. Standing like this, with their gazes locked, their breaths held, their skin warm to the touch… everything on the brink of something else, a blissful moment of connection amidst this storm of violent emotions. Ivan broke their eye contact first, gazing down at the ring. "I love it."

"It's for you," Alfred finally admitted it openly, dropping his gaze to Ivan's hand, still wrapped up in his firm grip. They held still a moment longer, Ivan taking the crown from him with a delicate motion. A warm sensation filled his chest, appreciation and gratitude guiding his fingers across the innocent blooms to savor in Alfred's amateur, heartfelt artistry. Peacefully, he reached up and gently set the crown on Alfred's hair, the white and purple wildflowers matching Alfred's wheat colored hair beautifully. He could feel Alfred tense up against him, the prince adjusting his glasses in surprise. "But-"

"Shh," Ivan interrupted him, holding a finger to his lips. "You are the only one here who is worthy of wearing a crown, my Prince. Now go inside, it's time to switch the watch."

"What? No way!" Alfred gasped suddenly, pushing away from Ivan with a panicked, indignant scowl. A twig cracked under Alfred's stomping foot, the prince quick to anger. "You don't get to just reject my gift and then send me inside! I'm staying up to keep watch tonight. All night. You should be the one to rest!"

"Don't be foolish," Ivan scolded him, right back to irritation after their fleeting moment of peace. "It is my duty to protect you and keep you safe, as your knight. Now, go inside."

"Well, as your prince, I order you to let me keep watch!" Alfred stuck his tongue out at him, Ivan giving him a deadpan, disappointed scowl in exchange. Alfred crossed his arms, making a face at Ivan and egging him on to continue protesting. "Hey-!"

Ivan ignored Alfred's yelling as he dragged him into the tent, haphazardly throwing him down onto the pallet of clothes, having to drop down to his level in order to keep him pinned. Alfred shouted and kicked his legs out, thrashing about to get away from him. Ivan met his every struggle with brute strength, using his leverage to his advantage to keep Alfred down. "Stop it, someone will hear you! Don't make this more difficult for me-"

"More difficult for you? For you?!" Alfred yelled back at him, wrestling one hand free and using it to shove against Ivan's face, getting a good swipe at his jaw. "What about me?! My whole family is dead, my kingdom is in ruins, you keep rejecting me- you think this is hard on you?!"

The tears startled him less than the words, Ivan pulling back to finally give Alfred space. The prince choked his sobs down just as fast as they started, furiously regaining his composure to save as much face as he could. They sat there together, huddled up in their tent, and for a moment, Ivan focused on just this inner world hidden away from everything else.

He leaned in, finding Alfred's lips with his own and catching them. Alfred stiffened up, and then roughly slapped him across the face, kicking against his chest with his feet. "Wh-What the hell? No!" he shouted, Ivan deftly touching his suddenly burning cheek. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Ivan grumbled, insulted and confused now by Alfred's irrational temperament. His prince fumed, hugging himself tightly and glaring over his glasses. "You have always said you wanted to kiss me-"

"And I do! I still do! But you- you can't just- you can't just fuck with my heart like this. Do you like me? Do you not? You never accepted my offers, but you keep leading me on and make me think you're interested in me, and-! If it weren't for you I would still be back at the castle! So! You need to- just, fucking… tell me," he sniffled, building his confidence and composure with each breath. "Tell me how you really feel about me."

The demand carried the full weight of the unspoken ultimatum, crushing all the air out of Ivan's chest. He let his mouth open slightly, closing it a moment later to reflect on what he could possibly say in response. Alfred waited, and waited, grunting out his frustration when Ivan didn't answer him soon enough.

"You know… it took me a long time to realize it, but I really love you, Ivan," Alfred confessed as bluntly as he could, at his limit and gladly walking off the edge. "I've loved you for so long, I've done everything I can to show that to you. I get it. It's gross, it's disgusting, it's wrong- and I don't care. The love I have for you… when I say I'd be back at the palace, I mean it. I didn't have anything to live for. I'm nothing but a fucking wordless puppet waiting in line for the throne. No, don't interrupt me," he snapped when Ivan opened his mouth to speak. "As much as I loved them, my family were monsters. I don't blame my people for rising up. You remember, don't you? All those times you had to stand outside my room listening to me having fucking mental breakdowns because of the tyranny my family stood for… I know you remember. You were always there for me, you were my rock, my protector. The best thing I could do for my people was die, and end all this suffering my family is responsible for. And you know what? I was ready. I was ready for it, for them to charge the gates and do what needed to be done. I was ready, I was waiting, and then you just had to show up and remind me that there was still even just one, single reason I had left to live for. When you grabbed me off the ground and carried me away, I…"

Ivan brushed aside the tear slipping down Alfred's cheek, wordlessly listening to his jumbled confession. The very core of his being resonated with everything Alfred said, countless memories of difficult nights, difficult orders, difficult choices flooding his head. Alfred leaned his cheek heavily into his open palm, deflating with another heavy exhale.

"I want to live," he murmured, holding in his breath as he looked up into Ivan's eyes again. "And not just that. I want to live with you. I love you. I don't want to be a prince anymore. I just want to be me, and you, in a little house somewhere, living through honest work. I want you to want me back."

Ivan cupped both of Alfred's cheeks in his hands then, feeling that familiar emotion churn over in his stomach. He leaned in, slower this time, waiting for Alfred to push him away. Exposed as he was, no protest followed the second time Ivan sealed their lips together, Alfred instead allowing himself to finally melt completely into Ivan. They kissed, serene and slow, tenderness the only thing supporting them both.

"I love you," Alfred pleaded desperately with Ivan, letting himself be guided down to the makeshift bed by Ivan's insistent kisses. His gasp brushed against Ivan's ear as he transitioned to kissing around Alfred's jaw, beginning to trail his attention down Alfred's arched neck. Alfred pawed at him, rubbing down the defined muscles of his back and around to his front, picking and pulling at his uniform. Sitting back, Ivan helped him get the buttons of his under shirt undone, exposing his toned chest and his neck wrappings. Alfred slid his hands across Ivan's chest, feeling the soft downy hairs there as he dipped under the cloth and nudged it off Ivan's shoulders. "I love you."

More kisses, more touches, more breath against warm skin. Ivan peeled away Alfred's remaining layers, his handsome prince even more stunning without the extravegencies of royal garb. He arched, sprawled coyly and nervously on the pile of clothes, Ivan hovering over him.

"This is not how I imagined our first time," Ivan spoke at last with heavy lament, Alfred's warm smile softening the weight of his many regrets.

"How many times did you imagine our first time?" he countered, finding his confidence in the security of Ivan's roaming gaze. A kiss wasn't exactly a response to the question, but Alfred didn't complain about it either. Ivan's mouth was every bit the dream Alfred had anticipated it to be, and when Ivan lifted off and settled down somewhere far lower, Alfred could hardly accept the reality that none of this was a dream. His face twisted with pleasure as Ivan wrapped his mouth pleasantly around his length, dutifully servicing him. "Oh, fuck-Ivan, I want to, too."

Ivan glanced up through his bangs at his lord, nestled deep into his patch of neatly kept pubic hair, relishing in the musky scent of the prince that no perfumes had ever come close to covering. His mouth full, he didn't exactly have much to say in response, bobbing and letting his tongue speak enough to his eager acceptance.

He came off, pumping with one hand and undoing his pants with the other, Alfred gleefully waiting even as he squirmed from the attention. The tent didn't give them much room to shuffle and reposition, but as they settled Alfred found himself facing off with the man he had loved for so many years, Ivan's prick nudging against his lips. He looked prettily up at him over his glasses, his drooling mouth a slick and welcoming place for Ivan to slide into.

"My prince, forgive my forwardness," Ivan stumbled over his breathless words, Alfred's talentless but enthusiastic mouth sucking all the breath out of him. Their eyes met, Alfred waiting curiously for him to continue. "I would like very much to make love to you. Will you allow me to?"

Alfred squeaked, coming off Ivan's thick cock to sputter with happiness. "Only if you let me make love to you next time," he playfully bartered, relishing in the shocking way Ivan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Their lips found their way back to each other, both of them melting into each other. Ivan laid Alfred down and coaxed him to open up, Alfred keeping his intense gaze fixed on his love the whole time.


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