A/N: And here we have chapter three~! Agh, soooo much to edit w Sorry it took me a bit longer than I expected to check over it a second time . Though once school starts here in a few days, I'll be editing a lot more when I have free time at school. Cross your fingers I don't get caught. That would be awkward...
Anyway, now for the story; many thanks to Unshadowedheart, the lovely America in this story~
Once he had fallen asleep, Ivan laid Alfred's body back down lightly onto the bed, moving to the other side of the bed to crawl under the covers and snuggle up close to Alfred's snoring form.
In the morning, Alfred grumbled as he turned over onto his other side and snuggling against the form beside him. He moaned quietly, shifting in his sleep. He was having a rather good dream, and he didn't want to wake up.
Ivan let the shifting form snuggle into him, holding the boy tighter in his arms.
"Mnn...ah," Alfred keened quietly, mewling in his sleep as he managed to rub up against Ivan's leg gently. Ivan chuckled at Alfred's actions, a hand snaking down to lightly squeeze Alfred's ass. Alfred whimpered quietly, leaning into the hand on his ass. He was having such a nice dream, he didn't want to wake up... "Ahhn...y-yes..."
Ivan leaned forward to catch Alfred's mewling lips with his own, continuing to grope the blonde's ass.
A moan escaped Alfred against Ivan's lips as his back arched slightly, trembling as he managed to grab a hold of Ivan's shirt and grip tightly, grinding towards his captor.
Ivan smirked into the kiss, stopping to whisper against Alfred's lips, "someone is eager this morning," he said, giving Alfred's ass another firm squeeze.
"Ahn..." Alfred buried his face in Ivan's chest, still having his pleasant dream. "Nnn...oh...y-yes...ahn," he moaned, pushing back against the hand on his ass.
Ivan snickered, his hand finding it's way under Alfred's pants and boxers, relishing of the feeling of his bare hand on the warm flesh of Alfred's ass.
"Nnnmm..." Alfred ceased his moving, eyes twitched as he slowly opened them. "Something...cold...ass..." he grumbled, releasing Ivan's shirt to wipe away the crust at the corners of his eyes. "Whas goin' on...?"
Ivan left his hand on Alfred's ass, continuing to squeeze it, "I could ask you the same thing, da?" he said, smiling at his waking blonde.
Alfred grumbled, squirming gently. He blushed as he found himself rather aroused. "Was having good dream," he muttered sleepily, making a small 'mmn' noise as Ivan squeezed his behind again. "Stoppit..."
Ivan tilted his head to the side "Why? You seem to be enjoying it," he said, groping Alfred's ass again for good measure.
"Nn..." Alfred didn't say anything, and to his embarrassment found himself leaning back into Ivan's touch. His cheeks burned as his cock throbbed, reminding him of his painful arousal. Subtly, he slipped a hand down and palmed himself through the slacks he had borrowed, moaning quietly.
Ivan's eyes wandered down as he noticed Alfred's hands in his pants. He used his other hand to remove Alfred's hand from his pants, and replace it with his own, pumping it up and down the shaft.
"Ah...st-stop, you never let me do it myself," Alfred mumbled, moaning again and thrusting into Ivan's hand. He rolled onto his back absentmindedly, gripping Ivan's wrist weakly.
"That's because letting you do it yourself is like letting someone else do it," Ivan said, moving so that he was above the blonde, "I'm the only one that is aloud to pleasure you," he said.
"Wh-what? But... I can't masturbate?" That was like slapping a guy in the face! Even if he was having sex he would still want to masturbate every once in a while...
Ivan nodded, "Unless I say it's okay, you are to come to me if you ever need to be pleasured," Ivan answered.
"But- ah- th-that's not fair!" Alfred whined, pausing in between to moan and whimper as Ivan squeezed him gently. "Ah...y-you're totally not being fair, ah~"
Ivan smirked as he teased the teen beneath him, "Who said I was going to be fair?" he asked.
Alfred whined, bucking up into Ivan's hand. He let out a little 'oh' sound, mewling and squirming. "Y-you jerk..."
Ivan smirked, "I am not a jerk, I just know how to outwit you," he said.
Alfred whimpered and glared. "Y-you're calling me stupid again!"
Ivan hummed, "Funny, I do not recall saying that," he peered through his narrowed violet eyes.
Alfred let out a sharp cry as he came, going limp. He panted heavily, bottom lip trembling. "Y-you're...you're so mean..."
Ivan laughed, "Of course I am," Ivan said, "And that's why I pleasure you, and give you food, and hug you, and comfort you," Ivan knew all of this would confuse Alfred, but that wasn't necessarily bad, "Because I am so mean,"
Alfred's face twisted up in confusion. "But... Wait, are you being sarcastic?" He hated it when people were sarcastic... He always ended up never catching the innuendos.
Ivan shook his head, "I am being blunt," he said, "Unless you seriously use the word 'mean' to describe caring for someone,"
Alfred huffed, looking away with a pout. "You're an asshole..."
Ivan shrugged, "Whatever you want to think, dear," he said, pulling his hands out of Alfred's pants, and patting his butt lightly before sitting up on the side of the bed.
Alfred huffed, crossing his arms and pouted. After a moment he got bored with being mad and sat up. "Um...do you ever...do anything?"
Ivan looked at him, "Well, we have a TV, and some movies, and like I said, we have some games as well," Ivan said, smiling slightly.
"Do...um... Do you ever go out or anything?" He was going to get fucking cabin fever (literally) if he stayed inside for too long! He wanted to go out and play sports or something! Because he was a man dammit!
"Da, sometimes, and eventually, I may have to hunt," Ivan said, looking at his stash of food. It would only last them so long.
"...Hunt?" Who the fuck hunted anymore? Sure there were hunters, but this was fucking Chicago!
Ivan nodded, "Yes, you know, where you take a gun and shoot an animal?" he asked simply, wondering is Alfred really didn't know what hunting was.
"What? No! I know what fucking hunting it!" Alfred sputtered angrily. "I mean...what... Why hunt? Why not just go to a fucking store to get food?"
Ivan smiled, "First of all, we are quite a ways away from any place to get food, and secondly, guns make things much more interesting," Ivan said. Raising an eyebrow meaningfully.
At those words reached the blond, Alfred thought of something and edged back on the bed. "Are...are you...a s-serial killer?"
Ivan laughed, "I have killed a couple of people before, da, but my intentions are not to kill you," Ivan's gaze softened, "You are too bright and beautiful to waste by killing," his eyes clouded over slightly, "Although, you'd probably look even better with a bit of your own blood on you," he grinned.
Alfred bit his lip, starting to tremble. "Are... D-don't hurt me please!"
Ivan shook his head, "Do not worry, I would never cause you any harm that I could not heal myself," Ivan said, "Since we are in the middle of no where," he looked around to emphasize his words.
Alfred pulled some of the blankets around him. "Well..." He decided to change the subject, "I'm bored."
Ivan shrugged, "Would you like to watch a movie, then?" he asked, knowing Alfred would probably not like to play a game right now.
"Sure, I guess... Are you leaving or something?" Alfred asked, biting his lip. "Also, I'm hungry."
"Hmm, no, not for a while," Ivan said, rubbing the back of his neck to relieve some of the tension, "I will get us some food, and we can watch a movie," He said, standing up to wander over to the food.
Alfred nodded and sighed. burrowing into the blankets. It was so cold... It was only April, why did it have to be so damn cold? "Is...this where you live or something? Or do you live somewhere else?"
Ivan looked over at Alfred from where he had been sifting through the bags, "I used to live in Russia, but I came to the states about a year ago," Ivan said, grabbing a couple breakfast looking items, and taking them back over to the bed.
"Oh." That was...anticlimactic. Why was Alfred expecting Ivan to give some fantastic story or something?
Ivan laughed, "What, did you think I was going to be a spy that went rogue, or something?" he asked.
"No." He'd totally thought something close to that... "Why did you come to America? I mean, it's totally awesome and all, but you're commie, and commies hate America."
Ivan shook his head, and sighed, "Russia is not a communist country anymore," he said, "And I came here because I wanted to find you," he said, looking at the blonde to see his reaction.
"...Hunh? Wait, me? I don't understand... Like...like specifically me? But I thought you were watching me for just a month..." Alfred was starting to piss himself off that he could say something like that so casually.
Ivan nodded, "I have only been watching you for a month, yes, but I the first time I saw you was back a bit more than a year ago, when I came on a trip to Chicago," Ivan said.
Alfred was silent for a moment. Then, "How old are you?"
Ivan laughed, "I am only 28, silly," he said, smiling.
Alfred grimaced and did the math quickly. "That's seriously creepy! I'm seventeen. You're breaking the half plus seven rule by four years, dude."
Ivan shrugged, "There have been people who are twenty years apart before, so I do not see a problem with this," he said simply, sitting the food on the bed, and waking towards a cabinet which held a TV.
"Yeah...well... Well I'm underage, so you're a pedo!" Alfred shot back childishly, huffing and crossing his arms.
Ivan laughed, "If that is what you want to call me~" Ivan said, looking at the movies, and putting one in, flipping on the TV, and then retreating back onto the bed.
Alfred pouted, upset that he wasn't getting Ivan riled up. ...Though why he would want that he had no idea. He sighed and leaned against Ivan when he got on the bed beside him. He then realized what he was doing and pulled away, sitting as far away from the Russian as he could get.
Ivan chuckled as Alfred leaned into him, then promptly leaned away. The opening scenes of a horror film flashed across the screen.
Alfred's eyes went wide. Oh fuck... "D-did you have to pick a horror movie?"
Ivan glanced over at him curiously, "Does it matter?" he asked.
"Mmnn..." Alfred looked down into his lap before looking to the TV. He managed to hold out for about fifteen minutes before he had screamed for the fourth time and jumped into Ivan's lap.
Ivan was slightly startled when Alfred was suddenly in his lap, but made no move to change that. Instead he merely wrapped an arm around the fidgeting blonde.
Alfred was shaking violently, occasionally peeking over his shoulder to look at the movie and scream along with the characters. Ivan chuckled at his new discovery, and at Alfred's reactions to the movie. It was rather amusing.
When the movie was rolling credit Alfred still didn't budge and didn't stop shaking, clutching at Ivan's shirt and whimpering. God that movie was so scary! Now he was so freaked he was going to be murdered in his sleep...
Ivan by now hand the shivering boy hidden in his embrace, and he rather enjoyed it. He whispered into Alfred's ear, "Was it really that scary?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah it was scary!" Alfred exclaimed, glaring at Ivan. "Why did you put in a horror movie, you jerk!"
Ivan shrugged, "Because it looked interesting," Ivan said, smiling innocently.
Alfred was about to yell at the Russian...but then heard something and shrieked in fear.
Ivan tilted his head slightly, "What was that for?" he asked.
"I-I heard something!" Alfred whimpered, burying his face in Ivan's chest, shaking violently.
Ivan hugged him close, "There is nothing there, it was just the wind," Ivan said, rubbing Alfred's back.
"It wasn't!" Alfred exclaimed, still shaking, "it- it sounded like someone was walking outside!" While he would enjoy being rescued...he was scared as fuck.
Ivan chuckled, "You are just hearing things, dear, clam down," he said, kissing the top of Alfred's head.
"But-but I heard it!" Alfred whispered frantically, whimpering and tugging at Ivan's shirt. "Will you go check?"
Ivan sighed, getting up once he'd removed Alfred from his lap and treading over to the door, opening it.
"Is- is anything out there?" Alfred whimpered, pulling blankets over his head. He knew it was still daytime, but still!
Ivan laughed, "No Alfred, it was just a raccoon," he said, shooing the animal away as it scampered off into the shrubs, "Are you okay now?" he asked, closing the door behind him.
Alfred blushed, embarrassed at having made such a big deal over a raccoon. "I-I guess... Sorry."
Ivan shook his head, "It is okay. You were really worked up by that movie," Ivan said, moving back onto the bed, and crawling towards Alfred, "It actually turned me on slightly," he said, leaning close enough that their lips were only inches apart.
"T-turned you on?" Alfred blushed. Sure there had been a sex scene, but it had only lasted thirty seconds and it hadn't showed anything. "Y-you can't be serious!"
Ivan laughed, "You were practically hanging all over me, who wouldn't be turned on?"
Alfred blushed. "I-I wasn't hanging all over you..." he muttered indignantly, looking to the side.
Ivan smirked, poking Alfred's nose with his finger, "I think you were~" he said.
"Shut up..." Alfred smacked away Ivan's hand, huffing childishly.
Ivan laughed at Alfred's pouting, "You are quite adorable," he smiled.
"I'm not adorable!" Alfred sputtered, crossing his arms. "I'm a man, dammit! Men aren't adorable! I'm manly! And stuff!"
Ivan giggled, "Sure you are, my dear," he said, silencing any words that were bound to come out of the blondes mouth with his own lips.
Alfred was about to protest when he was kissed so abruptly. His eyes went wide and he pressed his lips together to keep Ivan was getting in, trying to turn his head away. Ivan just held Alfred's head in place, forcing Alfred's mouth open by using his other hand to pry it open.
Alfred grunted, closing his eyes tightly. He didn't like this... He wasn't a stranger to kissing but he'd never kissed someone so...aggressive. Well, not...sober.
Ivan shoved Alfred back onto the bed, kissing the boy with a heat that had seeped into his body from the other. It was the most amazing feeling, he loved how warm Alfred could make him feel. He wished he could just have that warmth around him all the time. He loved to breathe that warmth.
After a few moments of struggling, Alfred decided to just give in and enjoy it. He wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck and kissed back, roughly fighting against him. He didn't like being submissive in any situation, he'd be damned if he started now.
Ivan smirked as Alfred began to fight back, a fight beginning between their tongues.
Alfred had to pull away for a moment to take a few gasps of air before roughly yanking Ivan into another kiss. It was good, wet and hard. And if he tried hard enough, he could imagine it was a hot chick if he closed his eyes.
Ivan kissed back just as roughly, a hand trailing under Alfred's shirt to trace his taught muscles.
Alfred gasped as he felt a cold hand snaking up his shirt. He pulled away for just a moment, "'S cold..." he muttered before diving in for another kiss.
Ivan trailed his hand up Alfred's chest to tweak a hardened nipple. He kissed back harder, his tongue fighting heatedly against Alfred's.
Alfred whimpered, squirming as his nipples were toyed with. "Ah...you're weird," he muttered between kisses, fighting against Ivan's tongue just as heatedly.
Ivan smirked, "Ah, but you love it," he said, pinching Alfred's nub, then trailing down to toy with the hem of Alfred's pants.
Alfred squirmed impatiently, moaning quietly. He got an idea and suddenly shoved Ivan up and pushed him down onto his back. "Wait, let's... Like in the movie," he muttered, blushing with embarrassment.
Ivan smirked, "Well, if that is what you want," he said, "Do you want me to prepare you?" he asked, with a grin.
"Um...I-I don't know..." Alfred replied, blushing. Was it absolutely necessary? "Do...do I have to?"
"It's completely up to you, my dear," he said, leaning his hand back and smirking up at Alfred.
"W-will I be okay without it?" he asked, still blushing. He straddled Ivan properly, grimacing. It was a little awkward...
"Well, it won't exactly be comfortable, but it won't be as bad as the first time would have without preparation," Ivan explained, shrugging slightly.
"I-I think I'll b-be okay..." Alfred replied, swallowing nervously. He reached down to undo Ivan's pants, fumbling with his buck in an attempt to take some initiative.
Ivan helped Alfred by removing the belt entirely, smirking at the teens nervousness.
Alfred swallowed nervously, biting his lip as he undid Ivan's pants and pulled his underwear down just enough so that his member could be released. He blushed angrily, still embarrassed that Ivan was so much bigger than him. He decided to just suck it up and wrapped his hand around Ivan's cock nervously.
Ivan moaned at the contact of Alfred's warm hand on his hard cock. His head fell back, slightly. Hearing Ivan moan, Alfred tightened his grip, less nervous and began to stroke him firmly, grimacing. "Fuck you're big," he muttered.
Ivan chuckled, "The better to fuck you with, my dear," He said, moaning again.
"Shut up," Alfred mumbled, wiggling a bit so that Ivan's cock was behind him, rubbing between his cheeks. "Ah..." He blushed and moaned as he felt the Russian's shaft rubbing against his sensitive behind.
Ivan groaned in want. He wanted to be inside Alfred so badly; he wanted to feel that warmth swallow up his cock, and seep through his veins like poison; a poison that made him want more.
Shakily, Alfred reached back and gripped Ivan's cock firmly, raising his hips gently and guiding the Russian's member into his hole. He whimpered as he got it halfway inside, trembling. "Ah, it-it hurts..."
Ivan's hands immediately went up to help Alfred ease slowly and gently the rest of the way onto his cock. It was hard to keep himself under control, with Alfred's tight heat surrounding him, and the pained face on the blondes face, but he kept his actions in check, eventually getting all the way in, "Are you ready?" he asked in almost a whisper.
Alfred shook his head, eyes watering. "N-no, it hurts too much..." It wasn't excruciating, but it was throbbing and aching. "Pl-please don't move...it-it's...it feels weird and it hurts."
Ivan growled, "I don't know how much longer I can wait, Alfred," he said. he honestly didn't want to make Alfred hurt, but he was in now, and there was no turning back.
"I-I'm sorry..." Alfred mumbled, rocking gently and letting out a soft cry. He placed his hands on Ivan's chest, shaking with pain. He had to stop, whimpering. "C-can I just have a sec?" His ass throbbed and it hurt... Ivan was just too big. It hadn't hurt this bad before!"
Ivan nodded, holding off his need only because of the look on Alfred's face. he had to earn Alfred's trust in this if he wanted anything out of it, and fucking him before he was ready to be fucked would not bring around that trust.
After a few moments, Alfred bit his lip and nodded to the Russian. It still ached but it wasn't as bad and when he moved just barely it even felt good. "O-okay... I'm good."
Ivan nodded back, slowly lifting Alfred up and then thrusting all the way back in, knowing this first thrust would be the most painful, but it would get better from here on out.
Alfred whimpered, nails digging into Ivan's chest as he rolled his lips, raising his hips halfway off of Ivan's cock before dropping down to meet the Russian's thrust. It still hurt, but as they continued with the rhythm it was feeling better with each thrust.
Ivan moaned at the feeling of Alfred's tight ass finally swallowing him once again. The feeling of warmth spread through him, making his whole body feel like it was on fire. This was where he lost almost all control of his actions, and Alfred was the only one who could bring this part of him out. He pulled Alfred's head down for a passionate kiss.
Alfred moaned, kissing back against the Russian. He shakily reached back with one hand, feeling around his entrance where Ivan's cock was stretching him to his limits. "Oh god..." He had no idea how his ass wasn't gaping...
Ivan took both of Alfred's hands, and interlaces his large fingers with Alfred's smaller ones, kissing Alfred again. He wanted Alfred to feel the heat in his body too.
"Y-you're so cold..." Alfred mumbled against Ivan's lips, rocking gently against Ivan's hips.
Ivan moaned, "You are so warm," Ivan breathed on the stray piece of hair on Alfred's head.
Alfred mewled, shaking as his erogenous zone was breathed on. "Han... D-don't mess with that!" he whimpered, sitting up and rolling his hips roughly. His nails dug into Ivan's shoulders, mewling again as Ivan's cock rubbed against his inner walls in just the right way. He panted as he glanced down at the Russian, eyes hazy and glazed over. "I...I'm an ass slut, aren't I?" he mumbled, biting his lip gently.
Ivan smirked at him through lust filled eyed, "But of course, you little slut, you take it in the ass like a bitch," he growled, letting himself go and thrusting up into Alfred's thrusts.
"Ah~!" Alfred cried out, shaking and rocking desperately on Ivan's cock. He shakily grasped his own erection and stroked himself with a little keen of pleasure. "C-call me a slut, Ivan, please," he begged with a little cry of pleasure.
Ivan watched through half-open eyes as Alfred's hand worked on his hard cock, and chuckled darkly, biting on Alfred's ear, licking it as well, "You are such a slut," he growled the last word in a deep Russian accented voice.
Alfred gasped quietly and shivered, whimpering as he pumped his cock faster, eagerly rocking on Ivan's shaft. There was no more pain, it was all feeling so much better than in the beginning. "Ahh~ Ivan!"
"Alfred," Ivan moaned out, his large hands gripping Alfred's butt to get better access.
Alfred mewled with pleasure, shaking his hips gently and gripping Ivan's shoulders tightly for leverage. "Oh fuck... M-more, d-don't stop, tell me how dirty I am," he demanded in a breathy voice, cutting himself off with a desperate mewl of pleasure.
Ivan moaned again, turned on by Alfred's request. He was completely lost in the warmth and pleasure now, "You fucking whore," He whispered, "I bet you love this, you bitch" he moaned, and then growled again, "You love bouncing up and down on my cock, you whore!" he finished with a hiss of pleasure.
"Y-yes, I love it!" Alfred cried out, reaching down to touch himself again, glad that Ivan hadn't stopped him before. "M-more," he begged, panting with his mouth open, tongue close to hanging out of his mouth.
Ivan thrust upwards faster, meeting Alfred's speed, so that their thrusts connected at just the right time. He lunged forward to once again take Alfred's lips with his own, whispering dirty words in Russian between each kiss.
Alfred whimpered, kissing back eagerly. "Oh fuck..." he murmured, shivering every time Ivan whispered in Russian to him. He'd never known Russian was so fucking sexy... "I-I can't understand you..." Despite how sexy it was, he really wanted to understand the Russian.
Ivan chuckled against Alfred's mouth, "I am calling you," he kissed Alfred," An ass slut," Ivan whispered, "And a whore," Ivan squeezed Alfred's ass, "And my bitch," he finished, biting Alfred's lip slightly before plunging his tongue into Alfred's mouth to share a deep kiss.
Alfred whimpered, returning the kiss. "Y-yes, I-I am!" he whimpered, shaking his hips again. "M-more, please, I-I'm so close!"
Ivan kissed down Alfred's jaw-line, and bit down on Alfred's neck, licking and sucking on it to leave another along side the others. He squeezed Alfred's butt tightly, and thrust up even harder, lodging deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Alfred let out a sharp cry as he came, clinging to the Russian and whimpering as he rocked his hips back against Ivan's thrusts. "Oh guhh..." He couldn't even finish his sentence that was how good it was.
Ivan moaned as he came once again inside Alfred's tight hole. He was lost in the after effect of the explosion for a moment before he came two and saw Alfred above him, still panting. He looked so wonderful like that, his mouth hanging open slightly, and his whole body flushed from the heat. It was a sight to behold.
After a few moments Alfred caught his breath and snuggled against the Russian. "Oh fuck...that was..." He didn't know how to explain it. It was just...just good.
Ivan gripped Alfred's body tighter, "I do not know exactly why," he said, "But you are the only thing that can make me feel warm," he whispered into Alfred's ear.
Alfred blushed, instead choosing to stay silent...until he had a question. "Were there others?"
Ivan made an 'mmmm' sound, "What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes closed in a relaxed stance.
"I-I mean, have you had others like...like me?" he asked, blushing. He was embarrassed to be asking, but he was curious.
Ivan thought for a moment, "I have had toys before, but none like you," he said, kissing the top of Alfred's head.
"Toys?" Alfred asked, brow furrowing in puzzlement. "What do you mean?"
Ivan giggled, "I mean like a personal slave," Ivan said, peering at Alfred in amusement.
A horrified look overtook Alfred's features. "What! Dude, that's not cool!" he sputtered, sitting up and pushing on Ivan's chest to get away from him.
Ivan grabbed Alfred by the wrist, flipping him over so that Alfred was pinned to the bed beneath him, Ivan smirked, "Did I not just say," Ivan hovered near Alfred's ear, "You are different," he hissed, licking Alfred's neck slowly.
Alfred moaned quietly, squirming under Ivan's grip. "I-I'm not worried about me! That's...it's not right!"
Ivan giggled darkly, "It may not be right," Ivan whispered, "But no one said I was 'right', now did they?" He asked in a taunting voice, the darkness that came over him when speaking on this subject seeping out from his orifices like cold lava.
Alfred trembled, getting a little scared now that Ivan was acting so...aggressive. "What happened to them?" he asked, biting his lip. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know, but he was curious.
Ivan smirked evilly, "I got bored of them," Ivan said, "That is all you need to know," Ivan whispered.
Alfred gulped, looking away. "Why did you get bored?" he asked, sitting up and looking away.
Ivan shrugged moving away, "One can only offer me so much interest before they stop being interesting anymore," Ivan explained.
Watching as Ivan moved away, Alfred moved onto his knees. "But-but that's when it gets good in a relationship! When you know everything about someone and you can do stuff for them and you can...can..." He didn't know how to finish his sentence, so he shut up before he made himself look even stupider.
Ivan looked over at him, surprised. He had never thought about it that way... Ivan smiled, "You make an interesting point," he said eyeing Alfred. Ivan had the feeling ever since he first saw the blonde that he would always interest him...always entice him.
Alfred crossed his arms, smirking smugly. "See? I'm totally right!" Who said he was stupid? He was totally smart.
Ivan smirked, "But you are still easy to outwit," Ivan said, standing up from the bed, and pulling up his underwear, leaving his pants off.
"Am not!" Alfred pouted, leaning back on his hands. "I'm not stupid, stop saying stuff like that."
Ivan chuckled, "How many times do I have to say, I did not call you stupid," Ivan said.
"Yeah, but you're saying I'm easily outwitted and stuff and that's the same as calling me stupid!" Alfred whined, pouting childishly.
Ivan laughed a bit, "That is merely calling you ignorant, not stupid," Ivan explained.
"That's the same!" Alfred huffed, flopping back on the bed and glaring at the ceiling. "You're so mean."
Ivan shook his head, "You are silly," he said, heading over to the drawers and pulling out a new pair of pants for him to pull on. He left his shirt off, however.
After a few minutes of being bored, Alfred got rather bored. "I'm bored," he announced, sitting up.
Ivan smiled, "I can see that," he said.
"Well...do something about it!" he whined, pouting pitifully. "I mean, you kidnapped me, you should be able to keep me busy."
Ivan smiled, "well...we have a radio," Ivan shrugged, "We could always use that," He smirked, gazing darkly at Alfred.
"Radio? That's totally lame!" No one listened to the radio anymore, everyone used the internet to get new music.
Ivan giggled, "I have a laptop, as well, but you would not find that interesting, would you?" he asked, shrugging.
Alfred's eyes went wide. "You have a computer!"
Ivan nodded slowly, smiling.
"Well...can I use it?" Alfred asked, grimacing. He hoped there was internet...then again they were in the middle of nowhere.
Ivan hesitated, "What for?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Umm...to not be bored?"
Ivan looked at him for a moment, before shrugging, and walking over to the TV, opening a cabinet beneath it to pull out a small portable laptop.
"Does it have internet?" Alfred asked curiously, hoping he would be able to get on Facebook or something to send out a call for help or...anything really.
Ivan nodded, "Da, it would defeat the point of having it here if it did not have internet," Ivan said, sitting down next to Alfred and placing the laptop in front of them, "Go ahead," he said.
Alfred shifted onto his knees. "Do you have to watch?" he asked, reaching forward tentatively and opening the browser, silently thanking whatever god or deity was up there that it showed the search engine.
"Da," Ivan said firmly, leaning back onto the bed, and watching Alfred's every move.
Alfred sighed and tried to go on with looking at a few things, shifting uncomfortably, knowing Ivan was watching him. Someone watching him on the computer wasn't exactly ideal... "Can you not watch, it's weird."
Ivan shook his head, "Nyet," he said, watching as Alfred typed, and clicked away.
Alfred sighed and leaned back. "Well...it's awkward, I can't do anything," he whined, pouting.
Ivan shrugged, "I do not see how it is awkward, just go ahead and do whatever you usually do," Ivan said, smiling, "Just act as if I am not here," He said.
"But I'm always like, on facebook and twitter and stuff! And I don't think you would want me tweeting about what's going on with my life right now..." Alfred huffed, grimacing.
Ivan shrugged, "Make something up," he said, smirking, "They may wonder if you don't do anything for too long," he explained.
"Well, yeah, but I'm pretty sure my dad has already called the cops. I've been here for like two days, right?" Alfred snapped, crossing his arms. "And cops watch things like twitter feeds and facebook statuses and shit."
Ivan chuckled, "I have already taken care of that, my dear," he said.
"Hunh?" Alfred blinked, features twisting into a look of puzzlement. "Whaddya mean by 'taken care' of it?"
Ivan smiled, "Before I headed back here with you, I spoke to your father," he said, "I told him that I was a friend, and that you wanted to stay with me for a while," he smiled, "So you could experience life without an adult for a while," Ivan said.
"What! No way! Dad wouldn't just send me off with some stranger!"
Ivan giggled again, "Well, we had a nice long talk," Ivan eyed Alfred, "Apparently he was impressed by my view on morals and ideals," he said, grinning.
"Wh-what? But...but..." Alfred sat back, staring down at his lap, brow furrowed. "So...my dad thinks I'm just having the time of my life or something... Fuck."
Ivan giggled, "Da, I believe that is what he thinks," he said, smirking.
Alfred swallowed thickly and pushed the computer away, flopping down on the bed and burying his face in his arms. "Not in the mood for it anymore," he muttered, eyes watering.
Ivan crawled on top of him, and mumbled, "You know I do not like it when you cry,"
"I don't care," Alfred grumbled, turning on his stomach so that the Russian wouldn't see his tears.
Ivan hugged the American from behind, "I do not care that you do not care, because I care," Ivan said.
"If you cared you wouldn't have taken me away from my fucking family you bastard!" Alfred shouted as he sat up and turned.
Ivan shrugged, "I care about myself, too, you know," He said.
"Then you're a goddamn selfish bastard you asshole!" Alfred yelled at him, promptly turning back and burying his face into the pillows.
Ivan sighed, "If I am one, then you are just as much of one," he said. Shaking his head forlornly.
"How am I selfish?" Alfred demanded, sitting up again. He wiped away the tears streaming down his cheeks. "I just want to go back home to my family and you're keeping me here!"
Ivan looked him in the eye, "You are selfish for the way you treated your father before you ran off," Ivan said, "you are selfish for not caring about me," he said, "you are selfish for always asking you brother to sleep with you and watch movies with you, even if he did not really want to," Ivan shook his head, "you are just as selfish as I am," Ivan said, "and not admitting it just makes you even worse of a hypocrite," he finished.
"I-I..." Alfred swallowed heavily, wiping away his tears. "But..." How could he fight against that?
Ivan stood, "I am going to go get some fresh water, I'll be right back," he said, not looking at Alfred as he walking over to the dirty tub of water in the corner, and carried in towards the door.
Alfred sniffled, flopping back on the bed and pulling the blankets up over his head, hugging a pillow as he cried, finding himself all alone, which just made him cry harder. He vaguely thought about sending out a cry for help using the computer, but he couldn't bring himself to get up.
Ivan returned carrying a freshly filled tub of water, and placed it in the corner, ignoring Alfred's crying for the moment as he put up the laptop, and opened up the drawer next to the one where his pants had been, pulling out a book and some reading glasses. He situated himself on the bed, and placed the glasses on his nose, opening the book and beginning to read.
Alfred cried for a while before finally managing to stop, wiping his eyes and sitting up, peeking out from the blankets, looking over at Ivan silently.
Ivan peered over his book at Alfred, "Da?" he asked.
"'M hungry," Alfred muttered, staring down at his lap and wiping away the last couple tears at the corners of his eyes. He cheeks were red and he had obvious tear tracks.
Ivan nodded, placing the book off to the side, and stood up, crossing the room to grab another bag of grease filled food, along with a bottle of soda out of the cooler.
"Thanks," Alfred replied quietly, letting the blankets fall to the bed. "I don't have to do anything for it, do I?"
Ivan shook his head, handing the bag and bottle to the American, "Nyet," he said, moving back over to the other side of the bed to lay back down and open his book.
Alfred ate slowly, not finding as much joy as he usually would have with his favorite food. He nursed his soda in silence, not bothering to say anything. When he finished he laid down again to rest. He eventually got bored and sat up again. "What're you reading?"
Ivan peered over at him again, "A Russian folktale," he said, fondling the scarf around his neck.
"Oh." That didn't sound nearly as awesome as he had been thinking. "What's it about?"
"It is about the 12 men, one from each month, and the story of how they choose one child to celebrate with them at the end of the year," he said, giving a brief description.
"Umm...I don't get it," Alfred mumbled, looking down at his lap. "Once more for the learning impaired please?"
Ivan smiled, "I could just read it aloud for you," he suggested.
"Umm, yeah sure." Alfred hesitantly slid out of bed and came up to the Russian, tentatively sliding into his lap.
Ivan smiled as Alfred settled into his lap. The next hour was spent by Ivan telling the story outloud in his Russian accented voice, and Alfred periodically stopping him to ask him a question.
After a while of reading and asking questions, Alfred was starting to get tired and rested his head on Ivan's shoulder, listening periodically and nodding off every couple minutes only to be awoken every time by Ivan's soft, low voice.
Ivan smiled as he noticed that Alfred was continuously nodding off to sleep. He patted around Alfred's stray hair, encouraging him to take another nap. He had done a lot of crying, so a nap would be good. Alfred shivered as he was patted and made a 'mnneh' noise, snuggling into the Russian. He felt exhausted. Who knew crying could be so tiring...
Ivan smiled, and stopped reading out loud as Alfred began to snore quietly.
Alfred snored softly, clutching at Ivan's arm for something to hold on to while he slept, mumbling quietly as he shifted in Ivan's lap. The only thought he could muster was that the bed was so suddenly uncomfortable to lie on...
Ivan giggled slightly at the blonde's adorableness, before going back to reading his book. He'd give Alfred an hour, and if he didn't wake up by then, he'd wake him up himself.
A/N: Review, and you get a cookie. ^u^