Note # 1 — I did it! I took the plunge. The tumblr plunge and you'll never figure out it's me with an account named "Itsnihonbara". See, completely impossible to identify!
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I realized it's a good way to share fan art and for fans to interact. I also plan to post some of my fanfics there. Check it out if you're interested!
Also its a good back up if ff net goes down or takes my stuff down.
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Misunderstandings and Understandings
Ever hear of a wet nightmare?
It's like a wet dream, but horrifying. Like being trapped in Christian Grey's red room.
Or so Alfred told himself.
The memories didn't come slowly; they came as a tsunami. Vivid and destructive. For a moment he could not move on the bed nor open his eyes. All he could see was a blurred repay of what happened, of being thrown against at brick wall, lips locked in a searing kiss as he fought for dominance, and hands everywhere. His hands explorer Ivan; Ivan's hands exploring him.
After he had been dry humped hard into the wall, they rushed to the nearest bed. They continued to grope each other during their lust-fueled, drunken journey. At some point, an impatient Alfred, dropped to his knees and proved to Ivan how little "gag-reflex" he had.
Many things remained fuzzy, but Alfred remembered staring at Ivan's face, watching it intently as the man's eyes screwed up. The bright half moon and starry sky had been above. Ivan had been moaning his name and digging his finger into Alfred's scalp as he climaxed.
The taste had been salty with a hint of chlorine.
Now Alfred regretted it all.
His body felt like one big bruise and his backside ached to the point that every movement sent pain shooting up his spine.
Resigned to his fate, Alfred cracked open his eyes. He was in Ivan's sparsely-furbished room of grey plaster walls, laying on Ivan's bad, wedged in one corner against the wall, and Ivan was nestled against his his side, armed draped possessively across Alfred's stomach.
If rage had not seized Alfred, he might have thought Ivan's sleeping expression cute in the late morning light come from the room's sole window across from the end of the bed.
Instead all Alfred could see, as his gaze traveled down and down was his bruised, bitten, and hickey-ridden body. Even his inner thights had hickeys!
He snapped.
I'll kill him!
"Motherfucker!" Alfred cried, shoving Ivan hard into the wall. He scrambled off the bed, yanking off the sheet to wrap around his waist. "What have you done?"
An awake and grumpy Ivan sat up, regarding him through bleary eyes.
"What did I do?" He didn't bother to cover up until Alfred tossed a hand towel at his lap. "You played an active part."
"I was drunk!"
"So was I. That did not stop us fornicating." Ivan plastered on that creepy smile as he emphasized that last word.
"I was confused."
"You were horny. Look what you did," Ivan said, waving a hand at his equally bruised up, bitten, and hickey-covered body. "I remember being thrown into a tree and pinned there while you grinned and yelled 'Gonna blow this job!'."
The bastard even mimicked Alfred's way of talking as he said that last part.
Alfred's hated and he shifted his weight, feeling the rug underneath them. "This is a disaster. We're on the fucking swim team. We can't cover this shit up!"
"Don't worry, Fredka. Come. Sit down. Let us become one again."
"Hell no!" It came out more shrilly than intended as Alfred began to pace, gathering up his clothes in a pile while his other hand held the sheet around his waist.
"I feel you are anxious."
Alfred scowled at him. "No shit, Sherlock! The whole swim team is gonna know about this! We wear speedos, asshole!"
"Da," Ivan said. "I fail to see the problem."
Waving a hand at his body, Alfred said, "How the fuck do we swim tomorrow?"
"By diving into the pool and moving our warms."
"I know that, idiot! We wear speedos. Francis and the others will notice! It'll take days for these to fade!"
"The french bastard has had worse."
"We looked like we mauled each other! What did you do to me?"
"Pound into you as you screamed my name," Ivan said brightly. He patted his lap.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Is your anger from us becoming one or from others knowing we became one?" Ivan asked in his strange way.
Alfred paused and lied. "Both."
"Hmm…?" Ivan arched a silvery-white eyebrow. "I am rather proud of these badges of honor you left me. I can now say I wrestled and had sex with an American Grizzly."
Alfred nearly tripped and dropped the shit. "Say what?"
The sudden movement of his head caused it to hurt. Grabbing the top of his head, he patted it. "Why is it so tender here?"
"The headboard," Ivan explained. He pointed at the now cracked headboard.
Remembering, Alfred flushed. "I'm in a nightmare! And you're not helping!"
"I could," Ivan offered, patting beside him again. "Why not round five? You could top."
Alfred halted, feeling a throb in his groin. "What did you say?"
"You could ride me?"
"No, no! That's not what you said." Suddenly, Alfred let go of the sheet and loomed over Ivan who looked nervous. "Top. Yes. Top the great Ivan Braginski."
His grin might have frightened small children; it certainly made Ivan look nervous.
"W-wait… I."
Alfred cupped Ivan's cheeks and dragged the man into a heated kiss, pushing his tongue in. When he elicited a moan from the man, he pulled back.
"I'm not the only one whose ass will be sore," Alfred said and pounced on Ivan. "I'm above you."
"Mein gott," Ludwig said, dropping his stop watch as a very regretful Ivan and Alfred removed their winter coats at the pool side and tossed them in nearby containers.
Alfred went bright red and would not make eye contact as everyone took in the both of them.
Francis gave an appreciative whistle and called, "Fun night, mon lapin? I see you settled your differences at last. Does love not conquer all?"
Alfred gave him the finger. Both slightly limped as they moved. Feliciano was as red as a tomato and Gilbert catcalled and whooped until Ludwig waved him to silence.
Approaching both of them, a stern Ludwig eyed them both.
"Care to explain?" Ludwig asked.
"Uh… uh…" Alfred swallowed hard, blushing all over. "We… uh…"
"What have I said about team members getting physical?" Ludwig asked.
"Sorry, coach," Alfred said. "It just happened. It was his fault! I was at the Mint Bunny—."
"Oh, Arthur's bar?" Ludwig said. His tone was brighter, but his expression remained grim.
"Yeah…"
"Arthur has very tasty nuts, don't you think?" Awkward silence followed. Francis's eyes twinkled in amusement.
"For sho!" Alfred agreed, as clueless to the mood as Ludwig. "I love how sweet and salty they are! I love licking them!"
Someone groaned audibly and Gilbert snorted with laughter.
"Th-the point is!" Ludwig said, snapping back to stern. "Liquor is no excuse for physical altercations between team members."
"Physical… altercations?"
"Fighting," Ludwig said. "You could injure each other. Isn't that what happened?"
There was stunned silence.
"Y-yeah! That's all that happened," Alfred quickly agreed. Ivan nodded. With a nervous laugh, he rubbed the back of his head. "And we sure feel bad about it. Don't we, Ivan?"
Ivan nodded. "Da. Fighting is wrong. Unless you win."
Alfred tried not to roll his eyes.
"No more violence. There are better ways to work out aggression," Ludwig said.
Alfred and Ivan nodded.
"Absolutely," Alfred said.
"I can think of several positions," Ivan said.
Ludwig frowned and Alfred elbowed Ivan hard and then apologized at Ludwig's withering look.
"No more fighting." Then Ludwig walked off towards Feliciano and Francis yelling at them to warm up and stop gawking.
"Whew, thank God, coach is clueless," Alfred muttered as he started to stretch. Ivan caught his upper arm. "What?"
The man had a very troubled expression. Darkly, he asked, "What kind of relationship do you have with that bartender, Arthur?"
"What's you're talking about? We're close."
"Close enough to lick his nuts?" Now Ivan radiated a jealous aura. "You are not speaking of food."
"Huh?"
"We must be clear and honest that you are mine." That was the only warning before Alfred was yanked into a brutal kiss in front of the whole swim team.
More whistles and catcalls and cries of "Oh baby!"
Then Ludwig blew into his whistle and said, "That is not what I meant!"
Before Ivan let go of a stunned Alfred, he whispered in the man's ear in a low and husky voice, "My queen, only you may top again. If you win."
"You mean when." Alfred winked.
There was more than one day to top Ivan.
Fin
