A/N: Here is chapter 2, y'all~! Ushadowed Heart and I have lots of fun making these ;3
Discalimer: WE DON'T OWN HETALIA~!
Warning: Sex, as always~! ^o^
Ivan giggled, "silly, don't cry, I'm not going to push you past you limits," he said, picking up Alfred in his arms again, and walking out of the creek. He sat Alfred down in a patch of grass, and put Alfred's shirt back on him, "That wouldn't be any fun at all!" he said, putting back on his own clothes quickly before picking Alfred back up again, and heading back to the cabin to take some well deserved rest.
Alfred relaxed as he was set back on the bed, sighing. He was still shaking slightly and his ass burned from penetration- or maybe it was the need for penetration, he didn't know... He shifted awkwardly and covered his privates with his shirt as best he could. "C-can I have my pants back?"
"You may have the underwear, but I need to wash the pants, they have been soiled rather badly," Ivan said, handing Alfred his underwear.
Alfred swallowed thickly and nodded, taking his underwear and pulling them on, thankful for being able to cover himself. "Thank you," he mumbled, sitting on his knees and looking down into his lap. "What...what else am I allowed to do here other than getting my ass fucked...?"
"Well..." Ivan scratched his chin. "We have a few games, but most of them are strategical, and I don't know if an idiot like you could really pose as a challenge for me," Ivan said, knowing specifically that Alfred would be pissed by this statement, but not really caring either way.
Alfred bristled angrily. "H-hey! I-I'm not an idiot!" He got Bs in all his classes and everything, he wasn't an idiot! He was average!
Ivan looked amused. "Oh really? Would you like to try to prove that?" he asked, an ashen eyebrow raised.
Alfred looked away, still angry. He wasn't one for strategic games, they made it hard for him to think afterwards... "I don't need to prove myself to a rapist," he snapped, crossing his arms huffily.
Ivan chuckled, moving closer to the pouting American boy, "I told you already," he kissed the boy on his forehead, "it's not rape if you want it," he said, moving away to clean up a bit.
Alfred shoved the man away, turning to sit and look away from where Ivan was. He didn't want to have to look at the bastard, that was just what he wanted and he'd be damned to all hell if he did anything that this bastard wanted!
Ivan chuckled, and shook his head. That boy was just too amusing.
After a few moments of angrily staring away from wherever the fuck Ivan was, Alfred curiously looked over his shoulder, boredom overriding anger
Ivan was in the corner, hanging Alfred's pants, which he had just washed in a small tub of water he had gotten earlier, on a bar jutting out from the cabin wall. He then made his way back over to Alfred and sat down on the bed, "I am guessing you are getting hungry, da?" Ivan asked, giving a questioning look, "You usually eat like a pig, and you have not eaten in almost twelve hours!"
Alfred's cheeks went red. "What! I don't eat like a pig!" He was hungry though... "A-are you calling me fat?" his voice reached a slightly hysterical note, wrapping his arms around himself protectively. He wasn't fat! Was he? No, Arthur was always saying muscle weighed more than fat, and he was mostly muscle! Did Ivan think he was fat? Why did he care if Ivan thought he was fat? Why did Ivan care if he thought he was fat? ...Why did he care if Ivan cared if he thought he was fat?
Ivan chuckled, "Hmmm...perhaps just a little..." then he laughed, "I can not believe you think you are fat! That is so stupid!" he shook his ashen hair, and grabbed for Alfred's sides, pulling him closer, "Hmmm...nyet, you are quite sculpted!" he said, feeling around Alfred's abdomen.
Alfred froze up a bit, cheeks going pink from the compliment. "Sh-shut up...don't touch me." He put his hands over Ivan's wrists but didn't push them away.
Ivan laughed again, pulling Alfred into his lap. "But I've already touched you in many places, and you let me, so why is this any different?" he asked, eyeing Alfred curiously.
Alfred squirmed uncomfortably in Ivan's lap. "Shut up..." he muttered, looking down. He didn't want to answer the questions he himself didn't even have a clear answer to. "Just...just stop touching me." Despite his words his traitorous body was responding so positively to Ivan's touches, much to his chagrin.
Ivan smiled and brought his arms around Alfred's mid section, effectively locking him in place, and placed his chin on Alfred's shoulder, "You don't know, do you?" he taunted quietly.
"Shut up," Alfred grumbled, shaking slightly in Ivan's grasp. It felt almost good to have someone's arms around him. He didn't particularly like whose arms at that exact moment, but it did feel...nice. Nice to be held.
Ivan pulled himself and Alfred onto the bed, so that he could lean against the head-board. Alfred was now stuck between his legs, his lean back still pressed up against Ivan's large chest, "You do not know, and that scares you, da?" again, Ivan knew he was asking pointless questions, but it was interesting to see Alfred's reactions.
"Stop asking stupid questions you jerk..." Alfred snapped. He shifted to get comfortable, not liking at all that his captor was so much bigger than him (in more ways than one).
Ivan tightened his hold on Alfred, ignoring his snide comment. "You are actually quite small, Alfred." He grinned. "At least compared to me," he said, taking one of Alfred's hands, "see, even your hands are tiny compared to mine." He then turned his head slightly to whisper in Alfred's ear, "which explains why it feels so much better when I give you a hand job as compared to you doing it yourself," he breathed out.
Alfred's cheeks flushed red. "Don't...d-don't say that sort of thing. My hand feels totally better than yours." He was lying, oh god was he lying... But he wasn't about to admit it, not in a million years. That would just be far too embarrassing and humiliating for him.
Ivan snickered, "is that so~?" he got even closer to his ear, "then why is it that you not only make a large variety of cute noises, and make beautiful flushed faces when I do it to you, while when you do it to yourself, you barely react at all?" he asked, finding the blushing mess before him rather amusing.
"I said stop asking stupid questions," Alfred grumbled, trying hard to quell his blushing. He didn't want to give this bastard that much pleasure. "I just...know how to get it done faster, 's all..." He looked down, avoiding Ivan's seeking gaze. "...Wait, how do you know how I react when I'm jacking off?" He hadn't done so while in Ivan's presence, so how the fuck did he know...?
Ivan giggled in an insane manner. "You are not always exactly careful about closing your window and blinds sometimes," he explained.
Alfred's cheeks went red and he looked up at the Russian. "Y-you watch me...?" He lived on the fucking second floor, how could someone watch him? That was why he never closed the window or the blinds. Had Ivan been coming into his room or something? Alfred started to freak out a little, pushing away from the Russian.
Ivan giggled again, pulling Alfred back, "Da. You are rather stupid if you have never noticed the huge tree near your window. It makes for a nice place to sit," he mused.
"I-I noticed it..." He had just never thought anyone would climb it and watch him jack off from his window. Couldn't he ever have peace in his life? It was already hard enough getting his father's trust so that he could actually lock the door!
Ivan made a 'hmmm' noise before nuzzling into Alfred's neck a bit. It was warm, and it felt nice.
Alfred shied away from Ivan's affection, not liking it at all. "Stop that," he muttered, squirming. "First you were all 'gonna fuck you forever' and now you're so snuggly all of the sudden..."
"You have caught me in a 'snuggly' mood, enjoy it while it lasts," Ivan said, kissing Alfred's neck a couple of times.
Alfred didn't want to enjoy anything this guy was giving him. He cringed as his neck was kissed, trying to pull away.
Ivan growled a bit at Alfred's failed attempts to escape his arms, "Stop that. Now," Ivan made it clear in his tone of voice that this command, if not followed, would come with consequences.
"Yeah, and what're you gonna do to me if I don't?" To prove his point, Alfred struggled even more, trying to pry Ivan's arms away from his middle to free himself from his grip.
Ivan's eyes flashed in anger, and in no time flat he had Alfred pushed against the bed sheets, hands held in place above his head, and the long tan legs stuck under Ivan's own clothed legs. Ivan used his other hand to pull Alfred's head back by his hair. "Would you like to find out?" he growled against Alfred's exposed neck.
Alfred yelped in surprise, ceasing his struggles. Well, now he knew there was a line that he shouldn't be crossing. He wasn't allowed much room to push. "N-no...no, I'm sorry, I'll stop," he murmured into the sheets, shaking a little from the force of being pushed down.
Ivan nodded, "Good," he said, and he pulled himself off of the surprised teen, climbing off the bed, and walking towards another corner of the room where a freezer box sat.
Slowly, Alfred sat up, legs at either side of him with his hand palms down on the bed. "What are you doing now?" he asked curiously, hoping Ivan was going to make food or something.
Ivan opened the freezer box and dug around a bit, "I am going to cook some meat," Ivan said, pulling out a few pork-chops and declaring 'Ah-hah!'
"Umm...could you make me burgers or something? Or go out and get McDonald's, that would be awesome." It would also allow Alfred some time to escape since as Ivan had said, it took hours to get to civilization. ...Then again, fuck, McDonald's, man. He could really use some of that since he had been having such a hard time...
Ivan giggled, leaning over to reach behind the freezer box he pulled out a warm bag with a golden 'M' on it, "I do believe this heart attack in a bag is what you are speaking of, da?" Ivan asked, waving it in the air a bit.
Alfred practically drooled. "Yeah!" He hoped he didn't have to do anything in return to get it, because fuck, McDonald's. He was entitled to that shit! It was his lifeblood and no fucking commie ass rapist was going to keep it from him. And hopefully Ivan had been watching him long enough to know what he loved (everything).
Ivan smirked, "Ah ah~" he shook a finger at Alfred, "First, I have a little favor I'd like you to do," Ivan said, a playful glint in his eye.
Alfred leaned back, looking apprehensive. "...What?" Fuck, he had to actually do something to get his food... That was just wrong! Still, it was fucking McDonald's, he'd do almost anything for that shit!
Ivan smirked, "You have to give me a blow job," he said simply, waiting for Alfred's reaction. He knew that Alfred would do anything for this stuff, even if he didn't want to. Although why he would do anything for the stupid grease filled shit was beyond Ivan.
Alfred looked almost appalled at the idea, a look of disgust then crossing his features. After a few moments he shifted his weight awkwardly. "Well...what did you get, first? Cause I'm not putting out for the crappy stuff!" Psh, as if McDonald's could ever be crappy...
Ivan looked at the bag. "Well, most of it consists of burgers, but I have a good three or four bags full of other stuff," Ivan said, looking over his shoulder at the bags, and then back at Alfred.
Alfred swallowed thickly and bit his bottom lip. "O-okay," he finally said, putting his hands in his lap. Did this make him a whore, putting out for a meal? "I'll do it..." Well, if it was more than one bag, that was good at least.
Ivan smiled at his small victory. Picking up these bags of food was a good idea. He sat the food back down and walked back over to the bed. He laid down on his back, and looked at Alfred expectantly, waiting for him to do all the work.
Alfred blushed angrily, hastily undoing Ivan's pants. The faster he got it over with the better. He released Ivan's cock from its confines and blushed harder. How did one go about giving a blowjob? Well, girls had done it before to him, so... Alfred slowly pumped the Russian to erection as best he could, not really knowing how to do it best. He could get himself hard just fine, but that was a completely different angle and he didn't know what Ivan liked...
Ivan watched as Alfred struggled slightly. After a moment he laughed and reached down to help guide Alfred's hand into the proper motions.
When Ivan was hard Alfred grimaced, wishing he could had stalled for a little longer. He took a deep breath and leaned down, giving the tip of Ivan's cock a lick, grimacing at the taste. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't like ice cream either (and no he totally hadn't been hoping it tasted like ice cream!).
Ivan watched Alfred through half lidded eyes, already rather turned on. He licked his lips as he watched Alfred try a taste of his cock. He was enjoying this already.
Eliciting no response from the Russian, Alfred got frustrated. He dove in, taking as much into his mouth as he could, then almost gagged and had to pull off to choke and cough.
Ivan laughed as Alfred retracted and choked a bit. "Have you really never learned anything from the people that give you blowjobs?" he asked, amused. "Or at least from eating so much, one would think you'd know how to blow something," he said with a smile.
"Shut up, I'm not gay, I don't pretend things are dicks and suck them for fun," Alfred grumbled, cheeks red. He didn't just put things in his mouth and pretend to give them blowjobs (except for that one time, but that was beside the point). Taking a deep breath, Alfred leaned in again and took the head of Ivan's cock into his mouth, going slow so he didn't choke himself again as Ivan let his fingers weave their way through Alfred's hair and he moaned lowly.
Glad that there was no jackass comment, Alfred slid more of Ivan's shaft down his throat, managing to bypass his gag reflex. He could control it when he knew what he was doing, so he figured it would come in handy in a situation like this (not that he was planning on practicing or anything, because that was, y'know, gay). He moaned around the cock in his mouth as his cowlick was brushed, sending a shiver through him.
Ivan groaned as he felt a moan vibrate in Alfred's throat. He rubbed Alfred's cowlick between his fingers and pulled it gently, glad that Alfred could control his gag reflex, since that would have been rather troubling otherwise.
Alfred pulled off to take in a gulp of air, panting and mewling as his ahoge was played with. "Ahhn~ St-stop that, m-making me..." He shook his hips a little to finish his sentence, cheeks flushing red.
Ivan hummed, and pulled on Alfred's ahoge again. "Getting a bit hot in the crotch, da?" Ivan asked smirking. "If you finish here, perhaps I could help you with that," he suggested, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
Mewling once more, Alfred shook his head. He could take care of that himself, and he wasn't going to let this bastard see, either! "Just shut up while I blow you..." Alfred leaned back down and took Ivan into his mouth again, bobbing his head this time, breathing through his nose.
Ivan decided to let Alfred go this time, enjoying the feeling of the warm wet mouth surrounding his cock.
Alfred swallowed around Ivan's member, his tongue pressing and rubbing against the underside of his shaft. He sucked gently, wondering what sort of reaction he would get. Hopefully Ivan was finish quickly so that he could eat, because he was fucking hungry.
Ivan moaned, trying his best to hold back the climax Alfred was bringing so quickly with his hot, pink mouth. He eventually lost though, hot cum pouring into Alfred's mouth.
Alfred choked again, pulling off and coughing, Ivan's warm cum dripping down the corners of his mouth. "Wh-what the fuck, some warning wouldn't kill you, would it! Ewww...gross, it tastes all salty..." Alfred spit it out into his hands, trying to scrape his tongue on his teeth to get the taste out of his mouth.
Ivan smiled and suddenly reached out for Alfred, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
Alfred yelped, reaching out and pressing his hands against Ivan's chest for support as he was kissed. He moaned, feeling Ivan's tongue invading him and clutched at the man's shirt, effectively smearing cum over it. Not intentionally; he just needed something to grab onto.
Ivan pulled Alfred even closer, tasting himself in the heated kiss. Ivan felt Alfred clutching his chest and smirked into the kiss when he moaned.
Alfred kissed back, reaching down with the hand that was soiled with Ivan's cum and some of his own saliva and slipped it into his boxers, grabbing a hold of his cock and stroking to make him moan even further into the kiss.
Ivan noticed Alfred's hand leave his chest, and moved his hand down to where he knew Alfred's was; in his pants. He gently shoved Alfred's hand away from his cock, and began to pump it for him. The thought of Alfred touching himself was hot, but while Ivan was here, it was not necessary.
Alfred whined, leaning into his captor, panting and mewling as he was touched. "N-no...wanna do it myself..." he mumbled, moaning as he buried his face into Ivan's scarf. "Ohh~" He was shaking, trying not to buck into the other's touch.
Ivan shushed him. "Just enjoy it," he said quietly, continuing to pump Alfred's hardened member at a steadily increasing pace.
Alfred opened his mouth to say something, insult the bastard, protest...but just shut up instead, relaxing against the Russian and letting himself enjoy his free hand job. He moaned and grasped at Ivan's shirt, smearing even more semen on his shirt.
Ivan grinned at Alfred's reaction, and turned his head to breath a puff of hot air onto Alfred's cowlick.
Alfred cried out as he came, his noise stifled by Ivan's scarf, body shaking from the extra stimulation. He went limp, then after a moment curled up against the Russian, snuggling into his form with a quiet groan.
Ivan smiled happily at Alfred's completion. He looked down, finally noticing his shirt was covered in cum. He ripped it off from under Alfred, wiping his hand that had been dripping with Alfred's cum on it, and throwing it to the side before leaning back into the bed and holding the tired American in his arms.
Alfred cuddled the larger man, absentmindedly running a hand over Ivan's smooth, muscular chest, blushing. "Sorry I got your shirt dirty..." he mumbled, hardly coherent. Were he in a proper state of mind he probably would have felt smug.
Ivan hummed as a response, and rubbed small circles on the lower part of Alfred's back. "That is fine," he said, hugging the blond's form a bit as a reassurance that he didn't mind. It felt nice to be holding Alfred's warm body like this in his arms. He felt content.
"'M hungry still," Alfred grumbled, trying to sit up. He ended up straddling Ivan's lap comfortably as he sat up. "Can I have my McDonald's now? I gave you your fucking blowjob..."
Ivan chuckled. "Da, but you will have to stop straddling me if you wish for me to get it for you," he said in amusement.
Alfred's cheeks flushed red and he flipped Ivan the bird as he rolled off, crossing his arms. "I don't have to give you a blowjob every time I want to eat, do I? Because then my face would get sore... And I don't wanna have a sore face all the time, it's not a cool story to tell."
Ivan thought for a second, before, "hm...we'll see," he said, standing up and zipping his pants back up before grabbing the bag of McDonald's and throwing it onto the bed, "There you go, eat up," Ivan said.
Alfred scrambled to dig into the bag, ripping open one burger eagerly. He moaned as he bit into it, mouth watering. "Oh my god..." It was like his mouth was having a fucking orgasm.
Ivan watched on, unsure whether he should be disgusted or turned on by the sight before him. He decided to not decide, instead digging in the freezer box for a bottle of vodka. He popped it open and sat down on the bed, taking a few large gulps.
Alfred watched Ivan drink, eyes going wide. "Wow, man," he marveled when he finished his burger, immediately reaching for another one. "How do you do that?" he asked with a mouth full of burger, spitting bits of food as he spoke.
Ivan narrowed his eyes at Alfred's horrible eating manner, but ignored it as best he could. "People from my country tend to be able to have a higher alcoholic tolerance level," Ivan explained, taking another gulp of the strong drink.
"No, I mean how do you chug it like that? My throat always burns with just one shot," Alfred replied, licking his lips as he finished his second burger. He reached for a third, which would be his last he decided.
Ivan shrugged. "I guess I'm just used to it," he said, honestly never having wondered why. "How do you eat so many of those things at once?" he asked.
"Ummm, I'm hungry?" Alfred supplied with a shrug, eating his third burger slower to savor it. He found eating McDonald's like drinking water. You could never have too much of it. "It's not like chugging vodka. A lot easier than chugging vodka, actually."
Ivan shrugged, satisfied with the other's answer and tilted his head again to take another chug
"Can I have some...?" Alfred asked after he finished his burger, biting his bottom lip.
Ivan nodded. "Here," he said, handing him the bottle, wondering in his head if Alfred would actually be able to handle it.
Alfred took the bottle and knocked back a good sized gulp. When he tilted the bottle back down he was feeling dizzy. "Oh..." he muttered, looking down into the bottle. He took another gulp, already feeling rather drunk.
Ivan watched on curiously, surprised by his capabilities to chug the vile liquid so quickly, but also a bit worried about his limits. He reached over after Alfred had had a few good gulps and took it back. "That is enough for you, now," he said, noticing that Alfred already seemed rather drunk.
Alfred whined as the alcohol was taken away from him. He sidled up to the Russian, nuzzling him gently. "Y-you're...not gonna take advantage of me...are you?" he slurred, arms sliding around Ivan's arm and hugging it tightly. "Y-y'know...if I go home like this...daddy'll get mad at me..."
Ivan made a noise of amusement, "Oh, really, then I guess it is good you are staying here, then, da?" he asked, amused by how easily the blonde got drunk.
"Mmmnn..." Alfred snuggled the Russian's arms further. "Y'know...daddy used to touch me like you did..."
Ivan's eyes flashed, "Like what?" he growled out through clenched teeth.
"When I was younger...he'd get drunk and stuff...and he'd touch me like you did..." Alfred mumbled, one hand straying south and palming himself through his underwear as if to emphasize.
Ivan grabbed both of Alfred's hands and held them tightly. "Alfred...did he...did he ever fuck you?" Ivan asked the question in a near whisper, bordering between worry and insane.
"Uh-unh," Alfred replied, shaking his head and leaning against the Russian, "but he'd play with my ass a lot..."
Ivan let out a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding, "I see...that is still rather...bothersome..." he said quietly, letting the other lean against him, and bringing an arm around the blonde's body.
"He doesn't get drunk anymore...and my ass gets lonely," Alfred murmured, snuggling up close to the Russian, inadvertently placing a hand on Ivan's crotch.
Ivan made a grunt of surprise when he felt a hand on his crotch. "Well, good, because this ass is mine now," he said, a hand moving beneath Alfred to squeeze his butt gently.
Alfred giggled childishly at the feeling of his behind being squeezed, giving Ivan's groin a squeeze in return. "Are you gonna be my new daddy?" he slurred drunkenly, breaking out into hysterical giggles at the idea.
Ivan didn't know whether to be annoyed or amused by Alfred's current behavior, but decided he might as well seize the moment, "Da, if that is what you wish," he said, squeezing Alfred's ass a bit harder.
"Pffft..." Alfred squeezed Ivan back, finding it a rather fun game to partake in while drunk. He wiggled his hips a little, giggling when Ivan squeezed him again. "'T feels good..."
Ivan chuckled, "hmm...does it now?" He stopped completely, pulling his hand away with a sly smile.
Alfred whined as Ivan's touch left him. "Yer mean..." he mumbled, flopping down on his back. "Arthur woulda kept touching me," he grumbled spitefully.
Ivan laughed, and leaned over Alfred. "Of course he would have, but I'm not Arthur, and I do not do things the same way," he said, this time grabbing for Alfred's crotch.
Alfred whined, bucking up into Ivan's hand. "But-but I'm drunk and horny and totally helpless," he whimpered, wiggling his hips to try and convince the Russian.
"Hmmm," Ivan taunted Alfred by rubbing his crotch again. "Are you sure you really want it, though~?" he asked teasingly.
"Yeee-ees!" Alfred whined, spreading his legs with a pout. "You're being a dick," he slurred, huffing childishly.
"I am being a dick?" Ivan laughed. "Whatever you say, dear," he said, pulling down Alfred's underwear.
"Hurry up," Alfred mumbled, hips raising gently. "You're taking too long, I thought my ass was yours."
Ivan grinned. "It is mine, but I shall do with you what I wish," he said, slowly beginning to pump Alfred's member. "And if that means making you get on your knees and for me to touch you, that is what I will do," Ivan whispered in a sultry voice next to Alfred's ear.
Alfred mewled, thrusting up into Ivan's hand desperately. "But you're being so slow," he whined, hand moving over Ivan's guiding his hand to go faster.
Ivan tsked the other, smacking his hand away, "I will go as fast as I want to go...unless you would like me to quit all together." Even though having the blushing blonde spread in front of him was extremely tempting he had a lot of self control, and he knew that if he needed to step away to teach Alfred a lesson, it could be done.
"Nooooo!" Alfred whimpered, sniffling dramatically. "Don't stop, please..."
Ivan chuckled, satisfied enough to pick up the pace slightly.
"Ahhn..." Alfred mewled, bucking up into Ivan's hand. "P-please go faster..." he whined as Ivan obliged, moving his hand even faster yet. "Mmnnn..." Alfred whined, blushing heavily. He reached down past Ivan's hand, prodding his asshole gently and mewling from the stimulation.
Ivan shook his head at Alfred's actions, but let them pass for now, pumping the blondes cock even faster yet. He leaned forward to take Alfred's lips with his own.
Alfred moaned and kissed back, shyly pushing a finger into himself. He'd never touched himself like that before, and it felt...for lack of better words good. Even better when Ivan decided to help Alfred by adding one of his own fingers along with Alfred's inside his ass.
Alfred gasped, arching his back slightly as he felt the added stimulation send shivers up his spine. "Ahh..." Ivan's fingers were much bigger than his own and they filled him much fuller than he ever could with his own fingers.
Ivan pulled away from Alfred's to allow the blonde to catch his breath, enjoying the pleasured noises that poured from the other's mouth by all the stimulation.
Alfred mewled, bucking down on Ivan's fingers and managing to hit his sweet spot with a gasp. "Ahhn... Y-you're..." he couldn't finish his sentence, already on the verge of orgasm.
Ivan helped Alfred finish, watching as Alfred breathed in and out deeply in the after effects of the orgasm.
Alfred whimpered, arching his back as he came. He tried to catch his breath, groaning. He already had a headache...
Ivan stood up, taking a taste of Alfred's cum on his fingers. Perhaps it was because he was slightly drunk, he wasn't sure, but it actually tasted good.
"Mnnn..." Alfred shifted awkwardly. "My head hurts...ass too," he grumbled curling up on the bed and whimpering.
Ivan watched him curiously for a moment, before sitting back down on the bed to rub Alfred's back lightly.
Alfred moaned quietly, relaxing under Ivan's touch. "Nnn...thanks," he muttered, sighing. In his half drunken haze he was pondering if being trapped with the Russian was really that bad...
Ivan leaned forward, pulling the blonde into his arms, hugging him close, "I have always wanted to hold you like this, from the first time I saw you," Ivan said, rubbing his nose on the back of Alfred's neck.
"Ahn..." Alfred leaned back against the Russian. "H-how...how long?"
Ivan thought for a second, "I can not remember how long exactly, but at least a month," he said simply.
"Oh..." Why was he disappointed that it hadn't been as long as he had thought. "...Why?"
"Because, you are beautiful, and you are majestic, and I want you," Ivan said, not quite knowing how to explain it himself.
"But- but why...?" Alfred murmured, closing his eyes. "I mean...there's gotta be some chick prettier than me or something..."
Ivan shook his head. "You are many times more attractive than any woman I've seen. And besides, I do not like women,"
Alfred muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'gay' and snuggled into the bed, mumbling nonsense to no one in particular as he pressed against Ivan for warmth.
Ivan shook his head in amusement, hugging the boy in his arms even closer. It felt nice to hold someone like this.
After a while Alfred awoke from his nap with a headache, groaning. He sniffled, curling up in a tight ball, pressing against large form behind him for warmth. It was suddenly so cold...
Ivan woke by the shifting in his lap, and held the body closer, enjoying the warmth emitting off of the smaller body.
"Mmnn...cold, Mattie," Alfred muttered, snuggling closer to the warm body pressed against him.
Ivan twitched a bit, trying to rack his brain to find out who Mattie was. "Alfred, who is Mattie?" Ivan asked, grabbing the sheets and pulling them over the slightly shaking form in his arms.
"Hunh?" Alfred blinked and reached up to rub the crust away from his eyes. "Whut? What're we doing?"
Ivan kissed Alfred's nose, "I believe we are doing what you would call, 'snuggling'," Ivan said, laughing slightly,
"No, I mean what'd you say? Didn't hear..." Alfred mumbled, snuggling into Ivan's chest. He blushed slight as it sunk in that the Russian was still shirtless and ran a hand over his chest gently.
Ivan shivered at the small warm hand traced over his chest, and he smirked, "I asked you who Mattie was, and why you said his name," Ivan said.
"Oh... Matthew's my little brother. We're twins," he mumbled, forgetting to answer the other half of the question.
Ivan nodded, satisfied with the answer. He'd seen on one or two occasions a glimpse of another boy with short, wavy blonde hair and figured it was Alfred's brother. "So do you sleep together?" Ivan asked out of curiosity.
"Sometimes... After I watch scary movies I'll go sleep with him," Alfred mumbled, tracing imaginary patterns on Ivan's chest. "He's super warm and he makes me feel safer..."
Ivan hugged Alfred close to his chest, feeling his heart ache with jealousy. "You are mine, now," Ivan whispered, "I will keep you safe from now on," he said, simply.
Alfred sighed, closing his eyes. "I...can't ever see my family again?"
Ivan looked at Alfred's face, "Do you want to?" he asked the question, wondering why he was even asking it. But it was already out, and so he awaited an answer.
"Of- of course I do!" Alfred exclaimed, sitting up and placing his hands on Ivan's chest. "I-I...I got in a giant fight with my dad right before...before. And- and I didn't even see Mattie at all because he was at study hall and I was at a party and..." Alfred trailed off, adams apple bobbing nervously.
Ivan chuckled. "Maybe, sometime, yes," Ivan said, caressing Alfred's sides lightly, "But you have to be good~" he said in a childish voice.
Alfred let the words sink in before nodding, shaking and almost crying. He buried his face in Ivan's chest, sniffling. "O-okay...I'll be g-good, I promise."
Ivan hugged the boy close to him. "Good," he said, rocking back and forth gently, trying to calm the boys shaking.
Alfred eventually stopped shaking, trying not to cry about the situation. He didn't want to be trapped, he hated not having his freedom...
Ivan kissed the top of Alfred's head, "I am going to go check on the clothes," Ivan said, sitting Alfred down on the bed, and standing up to head towards Alfred's pants on the other side of the room, picking up his soiled shirt from the ground along his way.
Alfred nodded, snuggling into the bed. After a moment he found he wasn't very comfortable, and sat up. "Um...Ivan? Ivan?"
Ivan looked over at the blonde as he hung up his newly cleaned shirt, "Yes, Alfred?" he asked.
"I...um, I have to take a piss..." Alfred replied, blushing.
Ivan looked at the boy, whom was twitching slightly, obviously needing to use the restroom. Ivan smiled, "Well, let's go, then," he said, grabbing Alfred's pants from where he had just hung his shirt and heading towards the front door of the cabin.
Alfred got up and followed the Russian, looking around nervously. He was embarrassed, but he didn't want to go around without someone to keep him safe, it was scary!
Ivan closed the front door behind them, turning around and crossing his arms. "You can relieve yourself wherever you wish near here, as long as I can still see you," he said simply.
Alfred grumbled a bit, walking about fifteen feet away behind a tree before doing his business and coming back. "'M done," he muttered, shuffling his feet awkwardly at how cold it was.
Ivan nodded, turning back towards the door and opening it for the other.
Alfred quickly returned to the bed, snuggling into the blankets. "It's cold," he mumbled, peeking out from under all the blankets.
Ivan laughed, "Is it, I didn't notice?" He was telling the truth, he rarely if ever felt the cold. Mainly because he was always cold anyway.
"How can you not feel it?" Alfred whined, poking his head out of the covers and pouting. "It's totally freezing!"
Ivan shrugged, "I'm always cold anyway, so it doesn't really bother me," he said, holding out Alfred's pants, "Here, put these back on, it will keep you warmer," he said.
Alfred took his pants back and pulled them on. He grimaced. "I should get more pants... I can't sleep in jeans," he whined childishly, pouting.
Ivan smiled. "You could wear some of mine," he said, pointing to an old dusty looking chest of drawers near the bed.
To which Alfred whined pitifully, clutching the blankets close to his chest. "But they'll be too big! They'll fall down when I walk! You're too big!"
Ivan chuckled, "I brought some of my old ones." He knew Alfred was way too tiny to fit in his. Even if his old ones were a bit loose on the blonde, they would stay up, of that he was certain.
Alfred got up and went to open up the drawers. "Everything looks old," he huffed before losing his pants and pulling on a pair of light slacks. They were loose, but they wouldn't fall down.
Ivan smiled. "That's because I haven't been that small for quite a long time," Ivan said, enjoying Alfred's back side.
Alfred pouted as he looked over his shoulder. "You're looking at my ass," he huffed, turning and crossing his arms.
Ivan smirked, "That, I am," he said, "Is there a problem?" he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Alfred pouted and crawled back into bed, still rather chilly. "I don't like it," he mumbled, pouting at the Russian.
Ivan shrugged. "It is my ass, I can look at it if I so wish," he said, simply.
"No, it's my ass!" Alfred huffed childishly, sitting up and crossing his arms. "It's attached to me, that means it's mine."
Ivan shook his finger. "Yes, but your ass, along with the rest of your body, is in my possession now," he said.
Alfred's cheeks flushed red with anger. "Yeah... Well... I... Shut up!" He then promptly flopped into bed and yanked the blankets over his head.
Ivan chuckled at Alfred's response. They always amused him, "Alfred, you are rather silly," he said.
"Shut up!" Alfred repeated, curling up in a little ball. His eyes watered and he wiped them, sniffling. He didn't want to be reminded that he couldn't go home, or do what he wanted, or anything else. It was a reminder that he wasn't free.
Ivan sighed. He didn't like seeing the teen cry tears like that. He felt pity for the boy when he did. Ivan moved over towards the boy, getting onto the bed and curling up around him. "Shhh, do not cry," Ivan said, rubbing Alfred's sides, "I will take good care of you," he said quietly.
"Leave me alone," Alfred grumbled, sniffling quietly and trying to stem his tears.
Ivan didn't let Alfred's words stop him. He slipped an arm around Alfred's slim, but sculpted middle and hugged him close. "I will never leave you alone," he whispered into Alfred's neck.
"Stop saying creepy shit like that!" Alfred shoved the Russian away, pulling a wall of blankets between them and burrowing further into the bed to try and cry in peace.
Ivan sighed, standing up. "Then perhaps," he said, looking out the window and noticing that it was almost pitch black outside, "I should just leave you here, by yourself, in the middle of the woods," Ivan said, taunting the American, "at night."
"Wh-what?" Alfred stammered, peeking out from the blankets. "But...but I'll be all alone..."
"Da, that is what you wanted, right?" he asked, glancing at the blonde with a patient look.
"But- but it's cold and dark," Alfred whimpered, letting the covers fall away so that he was more visible.
Ivan nodded. "It is," he agreed simply.
Alfred was started to tremble, crying harder. "But...but what if...what if I hurt myself or I...I have a dream or, or..."
Ivan shook his head, "Well that is your problem," he said. "You are the one who wishes to be alone, da?" he asked.
"D-d-don't leave!" Alfred begged, whimpering and wiping away his tears. "It's- it'll be scary if I'm all alone..."
Ivan smirked to himself, but did not let his satisfaction show. He looked uncertain for a moment. "I do not know, are you sure you don't want to be alone?" he asked the rhetorical question with ease.
Alfred nodded frantically, wiping away more tears. "Y-y-yeah, don't leave, please!"
Ivan shrugged, "If that is what you wish," he said, moving away from the door and back towards the bed.
Sniffling, Alfred clung to the Russian, burying his face in his chest and crying weakly into him. He was glad he wouldn't be left all alone, but it was humiliating...
Ivan peered down at the boy, clenching onto his shirt. He wrapped his arms slowing around the body, his head nuzzling into Alfred's hair, carefully avoiding the stray hair that stuck out. He wanted to make this a moment Alfred would remember as a comforting one.
Alfred cried himself to sleep, finally relaxing and snoring softly into Ivan's chest for some rest after such a tiring day.
A/N: We stay up late to make these, so reviews would be nice! :3 Or else we may take longer to upload chapters~! ;3