A/N: Warning: random shit written at 5am in the space of 10 minutes during a sudden rush of inspiration. Chapter dedicated to the awesomeness of The Fujioshi.
Except the tie pulling bit. That is dedicated to my lovely Hungary.
Alfred glared daggers at his phone. Well, not so much at the phone as to what was flashing mockingly on the screen. Gilbert had sent him a text explaining the reason as to why they were not at school. Oh he was going to kill that Russian psycho badly. If only things were as easy as Gilbert seemed to think. If only Matthew could just stay at home and no one would notice, but even when you were invisible someone was bound to notice if you just up and disappeared off the face of the earth, and even if no one did he wouldn't put it past Ivan to ring their parents and inquire as to Matthew's presence, and that would make them flip for sure. There was no way his brother was moving in with Gilbo if they found out.
No, the only way to avoid this was to get rid of Ivan. But how? Sure, he could tell someone about him, but who would believe Alfred? Gilbert and Matthew would most likely deny it and it wasn't like he had proof. It looked like there was only one way out. He absolutely hated the idea, but… there was just no other way. He was about to fuck up his entire childhood. Taking a deep breath, he yanked open the art room door, not bothering to knock.
Hearing the door open, Ivan turned his head with a glare, all but ready to kill whoever had dared interrupt his painting. Yet, when he saw who it was, he merely smiled innocently, resisting a giggle at Alfred's attempt at a death glare. "Alfred! To what do I owe the pleasure moy doroga?"
"I know what you did to Mattie." Alfred growled, his heart pounding and what was going to happen.
"Yes, he came crawling back to me on his hands and knees begging me to take him right then and there during class time. Who was I to reject him? He knows how I feel."
"I want you to stay the hell away from Mattie." Alfred interrupted before the Russian could say anything more.
"Alfred, I can not promise that. Plus, he will just come running back to me and you know that."
"That's why I… I want…" Alfred swallowed nervously. He couldn't do it. There was no way in hell he was going to say it. But he had to… He was the hero! "I'll let you… do what… whatever you want to m-me okay, just stay away from my brother, and if he comes to you you have to reject him okay?"
Ivan smiled triumphantly. He knew the American wasn't going to be able to stay away from him. "Deal." He held out a hand to shake and giggled as Alfred shuddered and nervously shook his hand briefly before attempting to yank it away, not wanting to touch the Russian more than he had to. "Not so fast. In return you will do whatever I want whenever I want, da?"
Alfred squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. "Y-Yeah."
"Okay!" With that Ivan yanked him forward and flipped him around, pressing him against a desk.
Resisting the urge to punch the Russian and get the hell out of there, Alfred stuttered, "Sh-shouldn't we lock the door?" He gasped as Ivan's cold hand slipped under his shirt and began to map out his chest and stomach. His touch was ice cold and it took all his strength not to shudder and squirm under the unwelcome caresses of his teacher.
"Can't," the Russian whispered into his ear, "I just want you so badly…" He smirked as his little sunflower shivered and whimpered under his fingertips as he dragged them teasingly along his skin, not quite close enough to be properly touching him but definitely enough to make his hair stand on end.
Alfred whimpered when he felt Ivan's fingers ghost over his now erect nipples, tiny little electric shocks making him feel light headed and dizzy. He still couldn't comprehend what exactly was happening; he was about to lose his virginity to his pedophile commie art teacher so that his brother wouldn't be raped. Again. The thoughts span around and around in his head, increasing as the touches grew firmer and almost painful as his nipples were rolled and pulled, stronger and stronger as tiny ghost moans slipped from his lips.
One hand slowly began its descent down to his waistband, massaging his skin lightly as it went, and the realisation at what was about to happen made his head pound. The air grew thick and heavy and he gasped desperately for breath, his throat seemed to be closing up and he closed his eyes tightly, whimpering as he all but forgot how to breath. His chest was burning like it was being slowly filled with hot lead. His heart leapt into his throat and he yelped suddenly as a hand cupped his cock and squeezed tightly. Without thinking he pushed against the desk hard, making the Russian stumble backwards in surprise and spinning around, running so fast he couldn't feel his legs until he crashed head first into the wall, collapsing on impact.
The sudden pain was like a bucket of ice cold water being spontaneously tipped onto his head. He curled up on the floor, struggling not to let loose the tears that were welling up in his eyes as he realized what he just did. Only God knew what the fucking psycho would do now… possibilities – mainly involving rape and murder – span threw his head at record speed as he attempted to slow his breathing. Hyperventilating and freaking out would not be any use to anyone right now… He had to think.
He was doing this for Matthew. That was all that mattered. Think of Matthew. Of his warm, loving smile, his innocent laugh and the smell of his mouth watering pancakes… He allowed himself a small smile as he remembered waking up on Saturday mornings to the sound of his brother humming Oh Canada and occasionally the odd Avril Lavigne softly as he made pancakes for breakfast, drowning them in acres of maple syrup just as he liked it. He remembered his victorious grin when he beat his ass at hockey – that is, until Alfred realised there was absolutely no point in playing with him anymore. He hated losing. And god, his brother had the most adorable pout ever. His smile broadened as he was filled with the memories of winter, or more importantly, their epic snow ball fights. Sure, he would almost always be ground to dust by Matthew's killer aim, but it was worth it to see his face flushed a deep red from the cold, laughing like two laughing things on laughing tablets.
This was for him. His adorable younger brother. Matthew.
"Having a nice dream are we?" The sound of the commie bastard's childish giggle woke him from his nostalgia and brought him spinning back to earth. He got up onto his knees and stared Ivan dead in the eyes, his own pair flashing determinedly before he grabbed the Russian's tie and yanked his forwards, thrusting his tongue inside the other's mouth forcefully. If he was going to do this, he would do this properly without any restraints. Like a true hero would.
It took a second for Ivan to get over the initial surprise at the younger making the first move. He wasn't stupid enough to think Alfred actually wanted him or anything, but it was still… almost pleasant. Too bad he was going to have to crush it before it even had the chance to be properly born.
He quickly took over, ripping the American's shirt and grinning at the sound of the buttons popping off one by one as it was roughly pulled off his body. He wasted no time in doing the same to his trousers; there was hardly any time for foreplay, he was practically hard already from the significant lack of stimulation he had had. Plus, he had been annoyingly turned on all day since Gilbert rudely interrupted him and Matthew and dragged his little uke away.
He smirked as he gripped onto Alfred's already half hard cock, feeling him moan into the kiss as he thoroughly invaded his mouth. His lungs were screaming for air, but he blatantly ignored it, running his fingernails up the length of the younger's shaft teasingly.
He continued to casually stroke up and down his length, eating up Alfred's moans and occasional whines. He had to marvel at the sheer taste of the American; he had never had anything like it before. Gilbert mainly tasted of beer, tobacco and other things that he really did not want to dig into, which was rather unpleasant in the best of times, and Matthew just tasted of maple syrup, which could get a little… flat after a while.
Alfred, however… It was like every corner of his mouth had a new flavour. It was incredible. He was sweet like a candy cane, then spicy like cinnamon, greasy like overly processed meat, sour like a lemon, then some other completely new flavours he'd never even experienced before. It was kinda like being on some kind of crazy rollercoaster ride. It made him want to see like other areas of him tasted like… areas like, for instance, the dripping appendage that was currently twitching like crazy in his hand.
But he would have to sample that another day; for now, his nether regions were pulsing like crazy and it was getting harder and harder not to just pound into him right then and there. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube of lube, hastily squeezing some onto his hand and dropping it carelessly onto the floor.
Alfred's eyes flew open at the sound, widening when he saw the tube rolling away before coming to an end at the legs of a nearby desk. He knew what was coming next; he had seen this happen before… on the internet, of course. He was a guy after all, he had needs. Needs like the one that felt like it was going to explode any minute from the Russian's teasingly slow fingers. It didn't help that he had only managed to break for air once or twice during the extended kiss, and his chest felt like it was on fire.
He felt something prodding at his backside and froze, closing his eyes yet again and resisting the urge to bite the tongue that was invading his mouth. He didn't want to know what would happen if he did. When he felt it entering him he wrenched his face to the side to break the kiss, letting out a manly squeal at the odd feeling.
It wasn't painful persay, but it most definitely was not pleasant. It felt uncomfortable and strange; it most definitely did not belong there. He squirmed as it thrust in and out of him, Ivan beginning to attack his neck, making him moan at the unfamiliar feeling.
All too soon he felt a second finger entering him, this one burning ever so slightly as it was pushed in. They began to prod a scissor inside him, making him squirm and gasp, instead deciding to focus on the pleasure that was still erupting from the hand on his crotch, still pumping up and down mercilessly slowly. He closed his eyes and thought desperately of Matthew. This was for him… All of it. He was doing this because he was a hero. He would live through it, he swore.
Ivan couldn't hold it any longer. The restrained moans and whimpers his little uke was emitting combined with the salty but sweet taste of his skin and the way his muscles were tightening and moving around his fingers made it impossible for him to wait any longer. He retracted his fingers and unzipped his pants in record time, pulling out his now leaking cock and slicking it up with the left over lube. He positioned himself over the younger's trembling hole and, in one swift thrust, sheathed his member inside him to the hilt.
Alfred screamed as he came upon penetration, unable to hold back when he felt his hole being stretched so suddenly. His length was so much more than those fingers had been. So much more. He could feel it, hot and pulsing in his ass, and it fucking hurt. He felt himself being torn deep inside. He never knew he was such a masochist.
Ivan groaned as his member was enclosed inside the blonde's vice like grip, squeezing so tight it felt like he was going to be cut in half. This was by far the best he had ever had. Not even Gilbert's could compare to this… bliss. He laughed when Alfred came all over his own chest, a bit even reaching up to his cheek. He leaned down and licked it off, feeling him shudder underneath him. Slowly he drew himself out until only the head was left inside only to thrust back in again full force, even deeper this time, earning himself a pained gasp from the American who was still getting over his high, already half hard once again.
He kept pounding into him deeper and deeper, relishing in the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and Alfred's moans, quickly turning from pain into pleasure, his hips now bucking back into him, impaling himself further onto his cock.
Slipping almost all the way out, Ivan twisted around, aiming for a particular spot in Alfred's body that would turn him into putty in his hands. He kept moving around until he heard a sudden yelp that meant he had found it. "JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST WHAT WAS THAT!" Alfred yelled, gripping tightly onto the Russian's back and he hit somewhere deep inside him he didn't even know that existed.
Ivan then began to hit his prostate with every thrust, pounding into him like never before. It wasn't long before Alfred came for a second time, the sudden clinching of the muscles causing Ivan to in turn release his seed into the younger, collapsing onto the floor while still riding off his high.
The two lay there for a minute or so trying catch their breath before Ivan pulled out of him with a wet pop, yanking his pants back up around his waist and zipping them up before walking out of the room, leaving Alfred lying naked on the art room floor covered in his own cum, tears he didn't even know he had shed still trickling down his cheeks.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why giraffes have long necks.
Hope you enjoyed the long awaited rusame... even though it was very… unedited… ugh… I need to sleep at some point in my life…