"We have neighbors!?" I asked when I walked into the kitchen and saw the long haired man standing by the table next to Ivan.
"No." Ivan said quickly, giving the man a displeased look. "He was just leaving."
"Oh come on! The more the merrier! It'll be fun, let him stay. " A stony look was cast in my direction.
"You just met this man, why would you want to celebrate with him?" Ivan asked.
"Well, I don't really know you any better."
The man shifted on his feet, obviously uncomfortable.
"Look," I said, trying my best to sound convincing. "We can do a lot more with three of us! We can play monopoly for six hours and then you can get mad that i'm winning and flip the board gave over, and then we can play other games like twister, and D.C deck builder. It'll be cool! Come'on."
"I-I actually can't stay that long." The long hair man replied, looking down at Ivan from the corner of his eye. When Ivan nodded his head the man visibly relaxed.
"Toris has much that he has to do. He only stopped by the drop off a few things. He should be leaving soon."
"How soon is soon?" I asked, picking up the lighter next to the cake and handing it to Ivan. "Because if it's not too soon I do need someone to sing to me, and you don't want to have to sing to me alone, do you?"
Ivan handed the lighter off to Toris, who instantly rounded the table and started to light the candles. "That's okay," Ivan said. "since it seems that he will be staying for a short time, he can sing to you."
The boy's head shot up at the comment, but he immediately started lighting the candles again, his head hung low in embarrassment, and his ears slightly red.
I gave Ivan a disapproving look and picked up one the the candles and helped him light the rest.
"Oh, it won't be that bad. I'm pretty cool so it'll be okay. It just shows how much braver you are than Ivan." The man's ears got even redder and his hand shook a little.
"Sit down, Fredka." Ivan said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"I thought your name was Toris. Is that your last name or something?" I said to the newcomer.
"No," Ivan said, letting his hand fall against the table. "You are Fredka, now sit down so the man can sing to you, you can do your silly American thing of spitting all over the cake, and he can leave."
"It's not silly!" I said rounding the table to do as he said. "You know what's stilly? Wearing a trenchcoat and scarf in the house. That's what's stilly." I pouted a bit and crossed my arms, pulling the chair out with a delightful screech and plopping down.
I looked up to see Toris looking at me in horror. I got really embarrassed, realising I was acting like a five year old in front of a guest. "Sorry." I mumbled, sitting up straight. I felt my ears growing hot, and then I heard Ivan talk to him in his native tongue.
Suddenly Toris was singing, his voice light and floating.
"Daudz baltu dieniņu Laimiņa dodi,
Diženi, raženi dzīvojoti!
Diženi, raženi dzīvojoti!
Daudz baltu dieniņu Laimiņa, dodi,
Diženi, raženi strādājoti!
Diženi, raženi strādājoti!
Daudz baltu dieniņu Laimiņa, dodi,
Diženi, raženi mīlējoti!
Diženi, raženi mīlējoti!"
The song was actually very pretty, but the tune didn't really sound like the happy birthday I was used to. I figured it was better than nothing, and who else had strangers singing to them in another language? No one, unless you count Mattie who probably got his strange boyfriend to sing to him in French, but i'm not gonna count him.
"Okay, now I make my wish. Normally i'd say it in my head, but since it's something you can do for me Ivan, i'm gonna say it out loud. If I manage to blow out all of the candles, you have to do it."
"This sounds like a bet, not a wish. What do I get when you don't blow them all out?"
"Oh, how cocky of you. You don't know how many candles I have blown out over the years, and lets just say not all of them were mine… I may or may not have spoiled a couple of birthdays for a few people… I'm not exactly proud about it though. I'm just listing my experience so that you don't get yourself in too deep. So, what is it what you want form me, big boy? Just be prepared for disappointment."
Ivan smirked and leaned forward as he talked. "If you don't blow them all out in one breath you will do what I want for one day."
"For one day? That seems like a lot for a stupid candle!"
"Oh, who is not being brave now, hm?" Ivan looked over to Toris and smiled and innocent smile and pointed at me. "He won't even accept the conditions to his own bet."
"I-I accept them! I'm brave! It's you who isn't brave!" I shouted at him. Toris looked at me and shook his head, his eyes wide with worry. I looked down at the cake in anticipation, and took in a deep breath. "I wish that Ivan would sing me happy birthday in Russian and then take me home!" And then I took in an even deeper breath and started to blow, and right as I got to the last candle, the first flickered back to life. Then the second. Then the third. Each candle started to flicker back after I had blown it out. I could feel my breath reaching its end, and I spared a second to look up at Ivan who was leaned back in his chair, a gloved fingers tapping against his crossed arms, and a smug smile smeared on his face. I blew even harder, I could feel my face getting red and I started to get light headed but I was determined to win.
"I love watching the struggle." Ivan commented.
"I-I know." Came the reply from Toris.
He was enjoying this. He knew all along they were trick candles. He knew I would lose.
I fell back in my chair painting. "That's cheating!" I yelled at him when I felt I had enough breath to spare.
"No it's not. It wasn't cheating, was it Toris?"
Both of us looked over at the man who visibly seemed to shrink. "N-No boss, it's not cheating…"
"But you knew!"
"I did, but I still won."
I groaned and slouched in my chair.
"Good, then we will start right now."
"Why now? It's my birthday celebration, and don't you want to wait until you have a full day to spend making me clean your house n' shit?"
The smile never left Ivan's face as he started to pull out all of the candles from the cake and handing them off to Toris, who promptly stuck them in a cup full of water.
"How long is a day?" He asked.
"Twenty-four hours." I replied, watching him pull out the last few candles.
"Are you sure you want to count the night too?"
"No! No, the night doesn't count! Only the parts with the sun!"
Ivan took off one of his gloves and extended his hand out to me. "It is a deal then, only when the sun is out shall it be considered a 'day'." I put hand in his and shook hard, watching as Toris practically fell to pieces.
"Tell me," Ivan began. "Do you know what summer is like in the Arctic circle?"
"Um… No not really. Why?"
Ivan chuckled, picking up a knife and cutting into the cake. "In the Arctic summer the day never ends. It just goes and goes until winter hits in August, give or take'."
"W-what does that have to do with anything?" I asked, hoping for the best.
"I don't know, Alfred. I have yet to see the sun set for a few days now."
"Thats bull shit! It was dark the other night!"
"Ah, but that was a storm. We were quite lucky with that one too, because it was probably the last one we'll see for a while. Just think about it Alfred, you have about 60 or 70 'days' of pure sunlight, doing whatever it is I tell you too."
"Oh, you're pretty fucking pleased with yourself aren't you? Seems about right for a communistic bastard like yourself! You can take that bet and shove it up your ass with all the other smug comments you have you prick!" With that I pushed myself from the table and walked out into the living room as fast as I could.
Toris and Ivan were right behind me of course, but I pretended not to notice until Ivan was pulling me back by the arm.
"Toris, leave." He said, thrusting a plate with a piece of cake on it into his hands. "And enjoy that. You get the privilege of bragging to everyone about how you got to eat something I made with my own hands."
Toris looked at both us us for a while, but I was avoided his eyes like the plague. After a moment, he was out the front door, and I felt Ivan's grip on my arm tighten. "S-sorry." I said quickly, thinking about how mad Ivan was at me. "I-I was embarrassed. I didn't want him to think I was stupid but… It seems like it's too late for that."
His grip on my arm loosened just a little. "It's fine." He said pulling me back towards the kitchen. "It's your birthday celebration, so you get a few more privileges than I would normally give you."
"Aw, can't you give me a few privileges because I'm cute?" I smiled at him, making sure to show my teeth, and look him in the eye with my brilliant cornflower blues. If there was one thing I was good at, it was giving people a dazzling smile. Really, all of this could have been avoided if I had just become a model, lord knows i'm hot enough.
Ivan looked at me for a while and actually seemed to consider it, but eventually he said, "No." and drug me back into the kitchen.
"Ivannnn," I whined, rubbing my cheek against his arm and looking up at him with my best puppy dog pout. "Please?" I bat my eyelashes up at him for good measure.
He openly laughed at this and pulled out a chair and sat down, his hand still on my arm while I stood. "I believe in America the birthday child gets spanked according to the number of their age. I would hate to disappoint you." He tried to pull me down over his knees but I resisted.
"That's for children!" I screamed as he tried to pull me down again.
"Lets say this, for every time you resist from here on, I add fifteen more spanks."
"Are you serious?!"
"Oh yes, I am very serious! Now, lay over my knees."
I slowly did what he told me too. "You sure I can't do something else instead?" I asked, silently thanking heaven that Toris was gone.
"Hm, I suppose you could kiss me."
I looked up at Ivan, thinking about how this position was awkward and uncomfortable. "I kissed you earlier, and It was my first kiss too, isn't that enough?"
"That was then, this is now. It's a kiss or 15 spankings."
"I'll take the spankings please, but don't hit me to hard." His smile waver a bit at my comment, but I didn't think too much about it until I felt one of his hands pin me down to his lap.
"Feel free to bite something if you need to, I can hit pretty hard." He said, and then I felt the first hit connect with my ass. I screamed and tried to get up, but his hand pushed me back down and I felt another hit connect and echo in my ears. I could feel my ass jiggle when he hit, and I couldn't help but think of the hand print that would be left behind when all of this was done. After the third hit he stopped and asked me if I wanted to re-consider the kiss, to which I promptly said 'Yes'.
Ivan instantly hauled me up from his lap and turned me to face him. "Okay," He said. "kiss me."
I leaned in close but then pulled away quickly. "Close your eyes!" I said, trying not to blush at the thought of his lips touching mine. It only became worse when a sweet smile touched his lips and he did close his eyes.
What a cocky bastard! I thought, trying not to dwell on the fact that I was tricked into being Ivan's servant for almost a two months because of a stupid birthday wish! Then it occurred to me that Ivan never specified where I had to kiss him.
"If I kiss you, do you promise never to hit me ever again?" I asked.
He nodded quickly, I Licked my lips and leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"There!" I said, leaning back and rubbing my ass. "You never specified where I had to kiss you, and now you can't hit me! Ever! Ha!" I wobbled back to my chair on the other side of the table quickly so that he couldn't grab me. When I looked back at him a moment later I saw that he was holding his cheek gingerly.
"Okay…" He said, the tops of his ears red. I was really glad he was facing away from me, because he was actually grossing me out, I mean, I licked my lips first.
I shook my head and leaned over the table, Picking up the knife and cutting myself a piece of cake, noticing the red jelly in the middle. I took a bite, and low and behold, lemon sponge with raspberry and maple. Geez, what a day this was turning out to be.
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