Blood to bleed

A/N: DUUUDES! I got the first review ten minutes after I updated! That's awesome and I was smiling like a fiend. My mom thought I was hoarding crack or something. I love you guys! P.S. I'm in Arthur's POV a lot aren't I? Well, Ivan's too clueless to get anything done coz he juggles taking care of Alfie and going to Russia, Alfred's too distraught to do anything, and well Francis...

Rating: M SOMETHING SPECIAL!

My words cannot make it safe

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Francis's POV

The place wasn't a total dump, it was different but not a dump as my father's friends had said. Of course I had my trusty pocket knife with me, Arthur prefers bottles, but I am a refined gentlemen. I prefer to have only the finest of everything, including weapons.

It was hidden in my sleeve just in case, no one robbed Francis Bonnefoy the third! Carefully I trekked to the house number I had scrolled in my hand. From what I knew he was a very distant cousin of Tony's, he supposedly like Mathew, but he didn't bother going to the funeral. Too painful, I guess.

I glanced back at my hand and looked around, finally! I trotted to the broken down house and knocked forcefully.

The door opened and a gun was shoved into my face, my knife was ready and poised to strike in my palm.

"Whoa! Friend! Friend!" I screamed and held up my hands, in mock defeat, knife sliding back into my sleeve.

"Who are you?" The Cuban boy asked, lowering his gun.

"Francis, your name is Carlos, right?" Francis asked. Carlos nodded, suspiciously.

"I know you liked Mathew Jones, it's very obvious by the way." Francis cut to the chance, he wasn't one to beat around the bush anyway.

"So what if I did? Is it any of your business? Who sent you here anyway?" He snarled, Francis kept his hands up, a determined glint in his eyes.

"You rich boys think you know everything don't you?" Carlos hissed and was about to slam the door.

"Wait. Don't you wanna get them back? The people who killed Mathew aren't going to be in trouble anytime soon, except the one who stabbed him for money is already dead. It should have been you who stabbed him, you should have gotten your revenge, right? Well now's your chance. I'm offering you a place in our gang, normally we aren't ones for gangs, but this is different and personal." Francis explained.

Carlos looked down for a moment and invited Francis in, he sat on the couch while Carlos paced.

"What will happen if I join? I won't have to kill anyone will I?" He asked.

"No, we just need to get even. You won't do the killing and I promise you, you won't be an accessory either. The worst you could do is beat the living shit out of one of their guys, that's it."

"Hm, so you won't ask me to kill anyone?" He asked.

"Oui I won't ask unless you are willing." Francis agreed.

"Okay, I guess if it's for Mathew. I'll join." Carlos finally caved. Francis jumped up and shook his hand.

"Great, well, I'll should be leaving now. Au revoir."

Alfred's POV

This morning I woke up to find a hastily scrawled note in Francis's handwriting, I could tell it was his because of how loopy it was. He told me that he wasn't going to be back for a while and might be staying over at Arthur's house. I shrugged and called Ivan to see if he wanted to hang out.

"Hello?" He answered cutely, I smiled.

"Ivan, do you wanna hangout or something? I'm still kinda down and Francis is with Arthur. Since he didn't invite me I think there's something up between them." I said casually.

"You think too little or too much Alfred. No one is here right now. Katyusha wanted to see what a movie was so they left to see some movie called Chernobyl dairies or something. Wanna come over?"

"Why not...I'll be there in a minute." With a quick goodbye I ended the call and got dressed, I didn't bother scrawling a note since Francis wasn't coming back for the day.

I placed on my converse and sprinted out the house. If I was still living with my parents then I would have been in morning mass, guiltily I liked having this much freedom.

I spotted the sunflower garden after I had ran through the French neighborhood and the British one as well. I knocked on the door and stepped back, smoothing my rumpled clothes down as well. Ivan opened the door and ushered me in, he was wearing a school T-shirt and gray sweatpants.

"Have you eaten yet?" Ivan asked, I just shrugged.

"I'm not really hungry...Can we watch TV or something?" I asked, not really in the mood for food.

He nodded and we both sat down, except I'm not the most graceful person in the world...

I tripped over someone's shoe and stumbled onto Ivan, luckily and heroicly (that bastard) he caught me. I was on top of him, he was holding me around my waist. Even after we had fallen onto the couch, he didn't let go. My breathe caught and I could do was stare down at with half-lidded eyes, my eyes kept fluttering to his slightly chapped lips. I gulped.

He was studying me with those piercing hyacinth eyes, I wondered what he was thinking until suddenly the purple receded and his gaze was total black.

"Uh...Ivan?" I whimpered and he silenced me with a soft kiss.

"Quiet...You never talk anymore, and now you find it the perfect opportunity to talk now." He growled huskily.

His mouth moved to my throat and I shivered. Subconsciously I angled my head so that he had more room. His warm breathe spread goosebumps along my skin and I felt something hot pool in my stomach. I let out a ragged, choked groan.

"I-Ivan..."

He responded by biting my neck gently. I sucked in a breathe and moaned, God I wanted him to touch me more. It was heavenly and after all the hell I had to go through, this was much needed.

"P-please t-touch me more..." I whispered and slammed my head back. I could feel him smile on my skin and hands danced across the hem of my shirt. He grasped it and yanked it over my head and ducked down to my collar bone.

"N-no fair." I said and tried to glare at him. He let out a rich chuckle and sat up, eyeing me sexily he pulled off his own shirt. I gasped, the scars...Scars everywhere...

He stopped and glared hurtfully at me, he got up and didn't bother to help me. I peered at him, confusion evident in my eyes.

"I had forgotten. If we go through with this you should know...My scars are a turnoff I know..." He began but I wrapped my arms around his torso and leaned my face into his back.

"Maybe we should take this to your room. And for the record, I love your scars. It makes you strong and downright sexy to me." I sighed. I could feel him stiffen but soon relax.

"I agree, come with me." He walked a few steps but looked back.

"Coming?" He asked, eyebrow raised.

"Carry me?" I asked, pouting. He sighed but nonetheless picked me up and carried me to his room, inwardly I grinned but something was nagging at me. His earlier comment? What did it mean?

I was broken out of my thoughts when I slammed face first into his bed. I growled and turned to face him but his back was to me. Fucker!

"I'm used you know." Was all he said, I frowned. Used in what way?

"My uncle raped me when I was young...I don't have any diseases or anything, but..." He said without emotion, my frown deepened. Now really? I wasn't that shallow.

"Ivan..." I sighed and crossed to him, like before I wrapped my hands around him and hummed.

"Ivan Braginsky, I like you a lot, no matter what happened I will help you like you helped me. I promise you. I wouldn't lie to you." I said clearly and loudly. I let go of him and circled around so that I could see his amethyst eyes. So he could see that I wasn't lying.

He cupped my face and kissed me once again, I wrapped my hands around his neck and indulged in the kiss. I poured all my love and adoration into the contact I had with him.

"Alfred...I agree." With that he grabbed me and swung my body over his shoulder.

"Hey! That's totally not fair!" I protested.

"All is fair in love and war, da?" He laughed and placed me gently on the bed. He made a stay motion and left, though quickly coming back with a bottle of something. He placed it onto the night stand and I was struck with sudden nervousness.

He kissed my lips once again but lowered until his tongue rested on my nipple, my breath hitched as he playfully nipped it.

"S-stop being a tease commie!" I murmured. I felt him smirk and he assaulted the other, hands came up and gently took my glasses (I fondly called them Texas) off of my face and onto the nightstand.

If only my parents could see me now.

I mewled when a certain appendage was kneaded through my jeans by Ivan's knee. I gulped as it sprung to life.

"Ha...I-Ivan hurry up a-and d-do something ha..." I encouraged, I felt a hand pop the button of my jeans and my breath hitched once again.

I felt Ivan grab my hand and he placed it on his chest and looked deeply into my eyes. His pulse was erratic.

"See...I'm nervous too." He grabbed my hand again and kissed it.

I was as good as reassured.

Suddenly I felt him pump me and I almost lost it.

"Ivaaaan! Ah...ah." I gargled in pleasure. My senses were being blown and all I could think of was Ivan.

His scent, his hand, oh God, those lips.

"You are very eager, da?" He laughed as his hand began to go faster.

"I-Ivan let me return the favor!" I moaned and shoved him on his back. Slowly I removed his sweatpants (that were tented) and I slowly removed his black boxers. Smiling I dipped my head down and licked him.

He arched off the bed and moaned lewdly. I needed more of those moans.

I sucked and licked and when he urged me on I bobbed my head faster until his member hit the back of my throat. Even after I controlled my gag reflex and deep throated him as best as I could.

"A-Alfred...Hah...Faster, g-go f-faster!" He cried out, I could feel him about to cum so I went as fast as I could without hurting him. He came in my mouth, wide-eyed and frowning until I swallowed it. A tiny stream sliding down my mouth but I swallowed must of it and smirked coyly at him. His eyes had gone black again with lust.

Grabbing my shoulders he threw me back onto the bed and popped the cap off the bottle. He emptied it onto his hand and fingers.

"Wait, I wanna do it." I said and grabbed the bottle from him and emptied some of it onto my palms. I warmed it a little and spread it on his leaking member. He groaned as I messaged him, slapping my hands away he pushed me back down with his left hand.

"It's going in, okay?" He asked and I nodded. The intrusion felt odd but it wasn't unpleasant. Another finger came in and began to stretch me, like before it felt odd and it was mildly uncomfortable. The third was searing pain.

I screamed out but urged him to hurry, my arousal was deflating, until he hit that spot. I threw my head back and screamed again. White flashed across my eyes but I didn't cum.

"T-there! Ivan r-right there!" I screeched and rode his fingers. I could hear him snarl tear his fingers away. Even in the heat of passion he was still considerate about me.

"It's going in." I nodded and urged him faster. It hurt. I felt like I was being torn apart but I didn't voice it.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Just move." I gasped through my clenched teeth. He nodded and pulled all the way out, but slammed all the way in.

"IVAN!" I screamed, head thrown back and legs wide open. He gasped and did it again but faster.

"A-Alfred!" He hit it and my senses went haywire.

"I-IVAN MORE!" I screeched. His thrust were more erratic and less gentle. Soon he was practically pounding me into his bed but I didn't care as long as he kept hitting that spot inside me.

"AAAH! IVAN!" I screamed once again and came on our chests. I blushed and looked away. I involuntarily clenched and that sent him off the edge as well.

"DA! DA ALFRED! DA!" He screamed and came inside of me. All was quiet, I gasped and wriggled to make myself comfortable. He pulled out and rolled beside me.

"We just..." I said in disbelief.

"Yeah."

"How did you know I was nervous?" I asked.

"Your heart beat was as bad as mine." He chuckled.

I laughed and rolled on top of him and pecked him on the cheek.

"We should take a shower..." I said

"Later, I'm sleepy." He yawned and rolled over taking me with him.

"I am not a teddy bear!" I flailed uselessly.

"Go to sleep." Begrudgingly I did.

A/N: SMUT! F yeah! Originally I wasn't going to post the smut because of the rumors about deleting M-rated stories, so I was like "I'm gonna be a hardass and post this anyway!" It's probably not true but whatevs.