Chapter 3

"Excuse me...Hello? I was wondering if you were still in need of this reference material?"

Alfred woke up to the most annoying and persistent tapping on his shoulder. He had fallen asleep in the library-a very boring Revolutionary War book had sat on his face, making sure no artificial light disrupted his sleep. But, he was rudely awoken by a very impatient person. Alfred let the book slowly slip past his glasses and rest on his nose.

Scratch out that last remark-the most beautiful person Alfred had ever seen had just met his eyes; blonde hair, green eyes, a very (cute) annoyed look, and thick eyebrows that accentuated the features that most definitely created the picturesque definition of an angel (or at least in Alfred's mind).

"Good. You're awake now. I was wondering if I could borrow that reference book? I'm getting quite bored with the 'Classic Greek' Mr. Vargas is teaching us." said the boy with a roll of his eyes. Alfred quickly stood up and handed the book to the British boy. The boy looked taken back and gingerly took the Revolutionary War material from the eager American's hands.

"Oh, why...why thank you..." The boy turned around and began to walk away from Alfred, slowly flipping through the pages. Alfred quickly collected his other books and tripped slightly as he hurried to catch up with the British teen.

"My name...is Alfred Jones, hmpf, it's nice t' me't yooo." He said as he managed to drop some of his reference materials, but he continued and stuffed a piece of paper in his mouth in order to collect the heavy books. The Brit sighed and helped Alfred with his various treatises.

"My name is Arthur Kirkland." the boy said as he stood up with five or so books in his arms. He held out a pale hand, and shook hands with Alfred's much tanner one. Alfred took back the books and smiled widely.

"Well, it was nice meetin' ya." His glasses slipped an inch, but the British boy pushed them back in place and smiled back. Alfred blushed heavily and stuttered out that he needed to return the books before he had to pay a fine, leaving Arthur in his dust with a confused expression.

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"She was so hot, dude! Blonde hair, green eyes-and the sexiest British accent! Remind me to thank the school for making all of the girls wear these short skirts!" Alfred was sprawled on his bed starring at the ceiling, telling Matthew all about the 'girl' he had met at the library. Matthew rolled his eyes a couple of times, he was busy finishing his geometry homework, and didn't really want to listen to Alfred go on about some hot girl he'd seen.

Alfred was trying to play it safe and make everyone think he liked girls. It had worked back at home-not even his closest friends knew that he was as straight as a circle. Alfred's dad was the biggest oil tycoon in south Texas, and also the most conservative man Alfred had ever known. He and his dad always agreed on various things, but when his dad would start talking about all the 'gay faggots' and the 'fucking fairies', Alfred would get really quiet. He would just nod quickly and say yess'ir.

Alfred learned when he was eight years old; that saying you liked Johnny instead of Susie was the worst answer you could ever give. That was the first night he had ever seen his father raise a hand at his mother-she had only been trying to protect Alfred from being whipped raw, saying he was too young to understand what 'feelings' were.

So he studied hard, and went to the library more often than his house. The only way to make his dad proud was to prove that he was a smart, rich, and powerful man, and not some sissy homosexual. So on top of studying, he joined the football team, then the baseball team, and the wrestling team-but Alfred promptly found that when wearing spandex, your erections were easily noticeable-and rubbing up against other guys was not the best thing to do when that happens.

So, instead of Arthur Kirkland, he had met Ammie Juniper-a sexy junior with a British accent. Alfred knew that Matthew was uncomfortable with the conversation about the 'girl', but continued anyways. He would never let the fact that his sexual preferences were different than most boys slip out. He was even risking his reputation by hanging out with Matthew-he was extremely gay. Not like- 'Dude, you watch Glee? That is so gay man,' kind of gay, he was: 'I heard that the computer teacher caught him looking at gay porn yesterday,' kind of gay. Matthew was such a flamer that Alfred felt like he needed to bring a fire extinguisher with him at all times.

"Dude, aren't you happy that we at least get Labor Day off?" Alfred said.

"Isn't that some sort of American holiday?" Matthew said without looking up from his textbook.

"I dunno, man. I'm just happy I can get some extra sleep!" he exclaimed-staying true to his words as he promptly began to snore lightly.

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Ivan was disinterested in the Playboy centerfold. Typical Americans-they always want the blondes with their shaved pussies and fake breasts. All of the whores back in Russia dyed their hair blonde, which was ok, but Ivan, he was a dark-haired kind of guy. He always went after the brunettes or raven-haired ones. They always were the loudest, he liked to make them scream his name-even though he knew others had done just the same.

He shoved the magazine into his back pocket and took out the large silver flask that was hidden in the inside of his jacket. He took a large swig of the strong vodka, and sighed in the air. If only he was in Russia...he could have any girl and unlimited vodka-he could do whatever he wanted. Ivan Braginski was a privileged child; he always received the most attention-more than his older sister Kateryna. He always acquired the latest technology, and he was always given the fastest cars.

This was supposed to be his last year of high school in Russia, but his father signed him and his adopted sister, Natalia, up to go to this school in the middle of nowhere. The Academy was so scared of other people finding out where it was that they sent helicopters to pick up all of the children who were going to join the academy for its first year.

Ivan's father, Nikolai Braginski, was a legal arms dealer-or so he says. He scoffed at the 'protection' the school was offering, and gave Ivan a small handgun for a 'just in case' kind of situation. Ivan had accepted the gun, and hugged his father-it was brief, but meaningful. And then Natalia had latched on to Ivan and whispered to him. Ivan tried to ignore his younger sister, but it was futile. She whispered words that even Ivan thought were too dirty for the bedroom-she wanted him, and wanted him badly. She had only turned 14 last year, and she was already making plans on what their firstborn's name was to be.

Ivan walked out of the library, tripping over a war book someone had carelessly dropped, and went to find his math teacher's room. Ivan was glad that this was his last year of high school-he could finally take a hold of the family business. When he turns nineteen in the winter-he would only have one more year before his father would consider him a man. Other teenagers his age were considered men by their fathers at the age of thirteen. But not Ivan's father. Nikolai thought that in order to be a man-a boy must live in the world, until he finds the truth about being a man.

Ivan knocked on the door to his Calculus teacher's room. No answer. Ivan proceeded to open the door anyways. There was his teacher, Mr. Wang, well...pulling on his own...wang.

His eyes were barely open, staring at the computer screen that flashed images of a lithe teenager boy being fucked by an older man. He yanked at the stiff member that curved inwards as it became hard. Ivan had never seen another man pleasure himself-not even in porn. Ivan had never needed porn when he could have someone else pleasure his cock for him.

The Asian man's dark hair was sticking to his forehead and the nape of his neck, moving with each toss of his head. Mr. Wang gasped with each of his tugs, his soft flesh moving with each yank of his hand. His thumb swirled around his purple head like a knob, the veins in his organ pulsating. Ivan closed the door loudly, causing the Asian man to stare in horror at his student.

"Hmmmm, I wonder what Academy do if they find out that one of teacher's was...what is word I's search for...?"

Ivan trailed off, looking wistfully at the ceiling while slowly moving closer to his math teacher. He snapped his fingers and looked straight into the eyes of Mr. Wang.

"Ah-ha! Pedophile. I wonder what they do, Mr. Wang...?" An evil smirk spread across Ivan's face. Mr. Wang stared, dumbfounded, at the Russian boy, unable to speak. He stuttered in Chinese, but no English came out.

"Ah, nothing to say? How about proposition, da?"

The Asian man looked suspicious and wary, not knowing how much he could trust the teenage boy. Ivan came closer and sat on the desk.

"I will not tell the people in charge here that you like to look at porn on breaks instead of grading papers...but, I will only not tell them if you do something for me." The Asian man nodded eager to hear about the silver lining.

"I want you to pleasure me," he said bluntly. Mr. Wang looked taken back. Ivan sighed. He got up and walked through the rows of desks inside the classroom.

"You see...I bring no condoms with me. Do you know how much stress, to worry about getting girl pregnant? Too much. Easier to fuck boy and have no worries about such things," he said with a shrug. Mr. Wang swallowed harshly and ran through different options in his mind-not finding one that would work to his benefit.

"Is up to you. You want other teachers find out about hobbies? That okay with me..." his grin turned even darker.

"So what answer be?" Mr. Wang opened his mouth and said,

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"You are worst student I ever have," Yao said in broken English. How could this boy who was, most likely half his age, threaten him? Yao glanced at the screen that was still playing the brutal domination of a strapping young man of his early thirties, and the thin body of much younger boy. He looked down at his still erect organ, closed the browser, looked up at the Russian boy, and stared into his violet eyes.

"You promise...not to tell anyone?" The boy smirked.

"I am no faggot; I do not want others to think that." He began to walk back up to the desk, and placed his hands on the finished mahogany.

"I...I...There is no other choice then...What is it you want?" Yao sighed, his not wanting to lose his job was all he could think of. Ivan went to the side of the desk where his teacher was and lifted his chin to look at his face as he said the cruel words.

"Suck my cock." He pushed the Asians man's head down, forcing him to sit in his chair. Ivan unzipped the plaid pants, his dick laid limp. Yao looked up at him, with a look that unfortunately couldn't kill.

"Excite me," was all he said as he moved his teacher's computer to make room for himself on the desk. Yao pulled out the warm organ, and felt the member pulsate in his calloused hands. He took a finger and trailed it from the underside of the Russian's balls to the tip of his head, almost tickling the member to life.

Yao dropped his head lower and tentatively stuck out his tongue to lick at the foreign cock. It was warm like many of the others Yao had encountered, but none were ever this big. The Asian man began to open his mouth wide, lips curling over his teeth, and slowly led the Russian's cock into his wet mouth.

Ivan's dick pushed to the back of Yao's throat, touching where his tonsils used to be before he got them removed. Yao's eyes fluttered as he began to move back and forth at a monotonous pace. Ivan's fingers laced into the long dark hair of the Asian man's head and guided him at a faster pace. Yao gripped at the base of the warm cock and tried not to choke as he deep-throated the young man.

"You must suck dick often..." Ivan said in a praising tone.

Yao broke free and breathed heavily as he brought his hand slowly towards him and back into the patch of light-blonde hair growing below Ivan's stomach. He started to go faster, squeezing slightly as he gained more confidence. Ivan's head went back as his mouth formed an 'O'.

Yao was just as good, if not better, than most of the whores back in Russia. Ivan tried not to show too much of his pleasure when Yao licked at his tip as he continued to pump his cock.

But, Yao himself felt his erection flapping against his abdomen with each movement from his jerking motions. His hand trailed down and copied what the other was doing to the Russian boy. He breathed heavily on the wet organ, causing a few droplets of white to escape from Ivan. He took the Russian into his mouth again and moved his head faster, no longer needing the encouragement from Ivan's hand. A few more tugs and he himself would be finished...

Ivan's dick danced between Yao's tongue and teeth as the thick white fluid erupted within the Asian man's mouth. Yao tried to spit it out, but was stopped by Ivan bringing his chin up, so he could look into his eyes.

"Swallow." Ivan commanded. Yao gulped down what was in his mouth, wiped at his cheek, and licked the sticky contents off of his fingers. Yao was leaking on his pants, a slow drizzle, for he had stopped pleasuring himself. Ivan reached down and gently pressed on the tip of Yao's own dick.

With just that one touch, Yao came into the Russian's hand, his eyes squeezed shut as his body shook while he gasped for air. Ivan reached for a nearby tissue box and wiped his hands. Yao was completely humiliated, how could a teenager-a boy- cause him to act this way? Ivan brought Yao's face up to his, clutching onto the Asian man's petite chin.

"Good boy." he said as he crushed his mouth onto his teacher's parted lips.

Phew! Another chapter finished! Yay! Our main pairing finally met! Whoop! Whoop! I hope everyone liked it, especially the RussiaxChina~!

Um...I recently watched some yaoi OVA's, and they inspired me to write this faster. 8'D I watched 'Maiden Rose' and 'Sensitive Pornograph'. xD

Ok, hope to see you next time!

{and I hope this chapter wasn't too sexy for ya'll ;) }