Author's Notessss

That took for-fucking-ever. I literally re-wrote this story three times, then revised it a third. I hope it's satisfactory at this point. And is it just me, or is Alfred the only one with a middle name? What does the F even stand for? (FuckingAwesome?)

Side note, does anyone else start talking like their name is VLADIMIR VON LITCHINSTINE when they break out the Russian accent? Or that also just me? I tried to read out loud to catch mistakes and stuff, my seriously, when I read and try to sound Russian, my voice just goes deep and creepy. I don't know.

K. I'll shut up now.

I watched his hand travel to the light again, and I pushed it away this time.

"No, fucking stop." I demanded, sounding much more confident then I was feeling. "Where are you taking me?" The car came to a halt, and he pointed out the window. We had stopped at my house.

"Home. Why anywhere else?" That stupid content smile sat on his lips as he slid his hand along the nape of my neck. "Podsolnechnik, I would like if you trusted me." I shifted and my phone fell out of my pocket, in between the seat and the door. When I went to open the door to pick it up, I found it nestled between the foot ledge and a bottle of Vodka.

I laughed, "You crazy bastard." If Matt found something like this in my car, he'd bitch me out like there was no tomorrow.

"Close door." He replied sternly, as I was about to step out. Not wanting to make him angry, I complied, and sat back uncomfortably. Ivan put his hand back on my neck, and began rubbing his thumb in circles. "You know, podsolnechnik, otets called it...ahh how do you say...bottle courage." I pushed out a fake cough, not liking the direction the conversation was heading.

"W-why would you need 'bottle courage'?" I asked, fear stricken as his hand wrapped around my trachea. I felt his thumb grounding itself into the underside of my jaw, and he knew he had me cornered.

"Anything, really." He said, voice barely above a whisper. His thumb ran down my neck slowly, and his grip tightened. I gasped, feeling my airway closing. It was better than I remembered.

You sick bastard. I could hear in my head. Matt, nagging me even when I was actually enjoying something.

I closed my eyes, trying not to bit my lip. It was next to impossible not to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was taking pleasure in this. Suddenly he let go and returned his attention to the road.

"I'll see you, Al." He smirked, leaning back into his seat. I gasped, quietly, pulling my bag into my lap.

"Aren't you gonna-"

"-Goodbye, podsolnechnik." Begrudgingly I stepped out of the car, and slammed the door.

"That asshole!" I raged, slugging Matt's pillow. "He's totally just playing with my head now!" I turned to face Matty, who was on his computer again.

"Join the club...listen, Alfred, he's obviously doing this because he wants you. Your just letting him get away with it." He paused. "And since when do you want him to pay attention to you? I thought you were Mr. Macho-American-Straight-Man-Dude." I snuggled under Matt's comforter, hoping it would muffle what I was about to say.

"So did I..." I sighed, thinking about in incident in the car. Matt didn't have to know exactly what Ivan had done to mess with my head. "This is so uncool...but even Superman had kryptonite, right?" It was a comforting thought.

"Except Superman's kryptonite wasn't strangulation." I heard Matt say under his breath.

"Shuddap!" I bellowed, throwing a slipper at him. He turned his attention from the computer to me.

"Seriously, Alfred. If you're going to be in here, stop."

"If your gonna be in here, blah blah blah." I mocked, feeling my phone vibrate.

From: Ivan

Tonight was fun, da?

To:Ivan

Ur an asshole.

"I'm leaving." I said, picking up another projectile, and nailing him in the back of the head. I think that's when he'd had enough. Halfway down the hall I heard the door slam close, followed by some muttering in French.

I suppose pissing him off was reward enough.

From: Ivan

Come on:) You had fun, da?

To: Ivan

4real. This is nt kul.

From: Ivan

If you had wanted more, you should have just said so.

I sat there looking at the text message. I'd hit reply a few times, but wasn't sure how to respond. I went back and read it again.

From: Ivan

If you had wanted more, you should have just said so.

To: Ivan

Nite.

-;-

"Ngg...I find your lack of pants disturbing." I heard myself say.

There was a moment of silence.

I felt a cold finger against my mouth. "I find my lack of pants disturbing, too." I added.

Silence.

"Shush."

Silence.

"Ivan?"

"You don't listen very well do you, podsolnechnik?" I could feel his cold hand gripping tighter and tighter. I gasped for air, not fighting the strong hands. When I was sure no air could travel in or out, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the breathless feeling of consciousness slipping away.

When my eyes snapped open I was laying in bed. I sat up, feeling the sweat beading on my forehead.

"Fucking dreaming." I huffed, catching my breath. I could still almost feel his cold hands dancing on my skin. "Just a weird ass fucking dream." I tried to reassure myself.

To: Matt

Help me:(

I straight out refuse to touch myself. No matter how awesomely hott that was.

From: Matt

It's 2 in the morning al. WHAT?

To: Matt

I had a...scary dream...

Just clothes your eyes, Alfred. It will go away as long as you don't bother it. Think dead puppies or something...

From: Matt

OMG. GOODNIGHT.

To: Matt

Ur a terrible big bro. D:

Fucking strong ass Russian hands...at least if I do it quick I'll be too tired to feel regret.

-;-

After Monday night's...incident, the days sped by. It was time for rehearsal again, and the last thing I wanted to do was see fucking Ivan. But today had went off without a hitch. Ivan had chosen to be a little less hands-y(thank god), Madam was rather tame, and everyone was hitting their marks. All that left was getting home. If I could get home without another incident, then today would be perfect.

"Matt we should leave now." I urged, having broken my vow of never riding with him in a moment of weakness.

"One moment! I have to ask Madam something, just go wait for me at the car." I shuddered, rushing out the door. Ivan was still stretching out.

"Alfred!" Francis bellowed after me. I turned to look at him, getting a little angry he'd stopped me from getting to the parking lot. "Leave poor Matty alone." Maybe Ivan would have been a little more tolerable...

"What?"

"He won't say anything cause he loves you, but mon dieu, I never hear the end of it. Do you even know how much stress he es under? With senior project, and colleges to choose from, he es up to his eyeballs in things to do, and here you come 'Wah wah wah! Look at me!'" He was doing an awful pantomime of me. "Just give him a break. Oui?"

I thought for a second. "Now that you mention it he does seem busy a lot..." He was always typing something up on his computer.

"And yet he finds time to deal with your nonsense on almost a daily basis."

"It's not nonsense..." I insisted.

"Maybe not to you. How he can put up with you I'll never-"

"Are you harassing my little brother?" I heard Matt say from behind Francis.

"Of course not, amant~! Why would I?" Matt narrowed his eyes, but lost the thought.

"Alfred, you left your sweats in the studio." I looked down.

"Oh fuck..." I pushed passed them and made my way back to the studio only to be welcomed by the very person I was trying to avoid. I took a deep breath, and attempted to ignore him while I went to pick them up.

"Alfred. So nice of you to join me." I stayed cool, not letting his voice affect me. I slipped into my sweats, and internally patting myself on the back for making it halfway back without showing as much as an ounce of consideration for what he had to say. "You know, it's bad you are so much of coward..." I paused, left foot barely off the ground.

"Alfred, F. fucking Jones is a lot of things. Smart, nice, egotistical at times, and even...on a good day, easy to talk to. But coward isn't even in my awesome vocabulary." I turned to look at him. I saw an evil gleam in that violet stare. I began to make my way over to him. "Now, Ivan, you may be bigger than me, older than me, know words I'm not sure about, and other shit like that, but trust me when I say I could-" He cut me off with a rough kiss, looping his arm around my back, and thrusting his hand into my hair.

I bit his lip as hard as I could, but he didn't let go. I pushed at his chest, trying not to aggravate my almost healed wrist, and finally got a clean punch in with my good hand. I could taste the metallic liquid before he pulled me away by my hair. He started laughing, and I could see the blood lacing around his teeth.

"You could what, podsolnechnik?" He looked down at me, still fucking smiling.

"God you piss me off." I wanted to deck him, and wipe that stupid smile off his face.

"But you are okay with that. Da?" He pulled me into a makeshift hug, and I thought for a moment.

"No. No, I'm really fucking not." He set his chin on my head and when he didn't let go, I realized it was no use fighting anymore. "But you're the only one who knows about my...little problem." He loosened his grip, and I felt him wipe the blood from his mouth.

"Look what you have done." He laughed, showing me the fresh blood laying on his hand. I couldn't help but smile. I looked back up at him and he took his arm off my back.

The room was filled from wall to wall with thick air.

It was different this time when he leaned in to kiss me. It might have been the uncomfortable silence, the fact that I was getting tired of battling him(and losing), or the guilty feeling I was getting from the blood pooling in his mouth, but I didn't fight it. Just for shits and giggles, I even let him deepin' the kiss, hell, I was feeling generous.

His tongue teased mine, gliding along the top, grazing the underside. I could taste the fresh wound, making it a point to dig into it. He moaned against the kiss and I realized what was really going on. It took me a moment to process that I was really getting into it. Now it was my hand intertwined in his hair, my tongue battling for dominance, and my erection poking him in the leg.

"Fuck." I grunted, pulling away. I heard the door open and my heart dropped. I opened my mouth to apologize to Matty, but when I looked over the door swung shut. I looked up at Ivan, who just smiled. " 'The fuck did you do?" I asked, running over to the door. I opened it to find a man laying unconscious on the other end.

"I did nothing!" He laughed. I turned the unconscious man over.

"We have a janitor! When did this studio have a janitor! I've never seen this guy in my life!" Ivan walked over to the door, and held it open. Looking down at the limp body. He pulled me away from the man and pushed me toward the main entrance.

"Come now, we only have three minutes, twenty-four until he wakes up." I looked at him in horror over my shoulder.

"You've done this before haven't you, you fucking fruitcake!" I screeched, being pushed out the door.

"Alfred! What took so long?" Matt called from across the empty parking lot, obviously having heard my cries of terror. He pushed Francis off, and turned to look at us. He look down in frustration and then back up, smiling.

"Dude. That's sick." I said, finally approaching the car. It was obvious he was adjusting his zipper, no matter how he'd tried to swing it.

"What! I wasn't doing anything!" He chirped, nervously, an even more nervous Francis standing behind him.

"I'm sure." I considered if punching Francis was worth the three to four days it would take Matt to get over it.

At least being grossed out by Francis and Matt was enough to make me calm down. Ivan was still following close behind, somewhat mirroring Francis' actions. I turned to look at him.

"You should probably go." I coughed, trying to not think about what had happened in the studio.

He leaned over, "More next time?" He whispered before chuckling and making his leave. I looked at Matt, who gave me and awkward smile and motioned for me to follow.

"Hey, Ivan?" I called over my shoulder.

"How about we make that time now?"

-Fin?

I'm gonna be honest you guys, I'm almost fully willing to write a 7th chapter and moving the rating up. Just let me know.

"MORDDD NEXTD TIMES! DAA?" That's what Russian accents sound like to me.

Amant- Lover :O

Edit: Decided this is the final chapter, basically because though this idea was EPIC by my standards, the delivery came out really crappy. I hope you look forward to upcoming stories, but this one was just written so badly written...

and if I as the writer say that then it MUST be true.

Not to mention someone said that they favored not moving up the rating, and at this point I'm leaning more towards that.(half because of school work half because of sleep deprivation) Hope this isn't to off putting for you all and you understand... :(