It was always the same. They were always outside, in the snow. It was always freezing but it didn't matter. His shirt would be ripped off, his pants pulled down and his neck ravaged. The other remained teasingly clothed. Always the same.

He was pressed into the side of his home, the coldness seeping into his bare back and stinging his skin. He hissed out in pain, the sound quickly swallowed by rough lips. He kissed back eagerly, letting the other thoroughly invade his mouth. His breath was robbed and he clung to the others coat desperately. Always the same.

The other finally pulled away, cold smirk adorning his features as he licked his lips hungrily. The blond looked at him dizzily, blue eyes half lidded as his swollen lips gulped down the frigid air. It burned his lungs but he wanted more, he wanted so much more.

Cold, gloved hands danced about his naked torso, eliciting shivers throughout his body. They teased his sensitive, burning skin. The merciless fingers stopped their steady descent when they reached his pants. He held his breath, watching through watery blue eyes as the other yanked the article of clothing down roughly.

He bit his lip as his aching member was released into the freezing air. It stood erect in front of scrutinizing violet eyes. Blue ones looked down as he heard the soft thud of knees hitting the snowy ground. The other smirked up at him, running his gloved hands excruciatingly slowly over his member, leaving him gasping for more.

His blurry eyes strained to remain open as the other leaned forward, licking at the tip with slow, broad strokes. His knees felt weak and he used the wall behind him for some sort of support. His hands fisted and unfisted by his sides, unsure on where they should be. His teeth clenched, a desperate attempt to hold in the embarrassing noises that tried to claw their way out. It was futile though, they were always released at some point.

The other watched him, violet eyes observing and recording all of his actions and making him blush even further in humiliation. He cried out, releasing a garbled noise of pleasure as his head was finally taken in. It was all going to slowly, fucking commie. Always the tease.

The warm cavern of the other's mouth was excruciatingly tight and when the teasing tongue swept across his slit, licking at the beads of precum he couldn't help but moan loudly. He had tried to keep his teeth clenched, but that had failed against the others touches. He always had a talent in making him do what he wanted.

Bare hands shot up to grip the pale blond hair, urging him to take in more of him, begging him. The other refused to budge, his strong gloved hands firmly holding his hips, preventing him from thrusting into that hot mouth. The blond whined pathetically, desperately as he realized that he wasn't in charge here.

The other took more of him in slowly, gliding his tongue on the underside of his shaft teasingly. His violet eyes always watched his face that contorted in pleasure as he tried to hide it in vain. And when their eyes met, piercing, controlling violet against blurry, watery, half lidded blue, he could never hold the other's powerful gaze.

He gasped as the other took him in further, swallowing around him, making the small warm cavern of his mouth that much tighter. It felt so good, so very good. His hands tugged at the pale blond locks, pleading him to take him in faster, deeper. Of course, the other didn't listen, did he ever?

The other began to bob his head up and down, taking more in every time. Still, the pace was so slow, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He knew he was close, so very close. His hands clenched tighter, his hips pleading to be able to thrust. His mouth gasping for breath as he begged with his noises of pleasure. His eyes were screwed shut until he felt the other's gloved hands squeeze his hips.

They opened minimally, heavy eyelids trying to close them again, and looked down. Violet eyes stared at him with such a strong, piercing gaze that he couldn't do anything but follow their silent command. With a loud cry of his cursed name he came, hard, leaving him gasping for air.

"IVAN!"

Alfred sat up, breathing heavily and feeling an uncomfortable stickiness in his boxers. He groaned, his hands going through his sweaty blond locks as his chest continued to heave. This was the fourth time this week! What the hell!

Ever since that kiss, that damn fucking surprise kiss, he had received these nightly dreams. Sure, he'd had wet dreams before. Usually, though, they had been about crushes or hot people, NOT creepy communistic classmates. Ivan must of drugged him with that kiss, it was the only logical explanation.

Well, that and actually developing feelings for the big Russian but that was quickly ruled out as being impossible.

He pulled at his hair and groaned, this needed to fucking stop. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand, angry blurry red letters glared back at him. He grasped at his glasses, slipping them on and then looked at the damn clock.

4:19 am

Well, fuck. He still had two hours to sleep but because of the fucking commie he was going to have to get up. He threw the covers off of him, stepping out of bed with a grimace as his boxers clung to him awkwardly. The teen shuffled to his and his twin's shared bathroom, closing the door behind him and locking it.

He peeled off his boxers, his only sleep wear. (Dad had thrown a fit and insisted he wear nice, proper flannel pajamas like himself. Alfred had refused but agreed to stop sleeping in the nude.) He turned the knob for the shower, placed his glasses on the counter and stepped into the cold spray.

It woke him immediately, blue eyes open and alert as he washed himself quickly. Hot showers were so much nicer but he couldn't afford the risk at the moment. He had been having these dreams way too frequently and he was sick of it. He glared at the white tiles in front of him, as if they were his tormentors. No, it wasn't their fault, it was the fucking commie who had busted into his nice life and ruined everything.

Damn Ivan and his sexiness.

Yeah, he said it. The damn Russia was a little sexy, why else would he be having these dreams? It was probably those unique violet eyes that scrutinized your every move. Alfred felt a shiver run down his spine and he mentally cursed himself. He didn't need the problem to resurface now!

Why was he having all these fucking wet dreams about him? He'd had wet dreams of classmates before, but they were a one time thing and he blamed his teenage hormones for them. But this was to weird.

He'd had the same fucking wet dream for the past four nights in a row and he was sick of it.

This was not normal, not at all.

And it all started with that fucking kiss in the snow.

He had never even imagined Ivan in a sexual way before that kiss but now it couldn't leave his mind. It was disturbing, disgusting and he hated it. He wanted the thoughts to go away. Why couldn't things go back to normal? Why was he being tortured with the presence of his Russian classmate?

Alfred shut the water off, taking his towel and drying himself haphazardly. He walked back into his room to get to his closet. He pulled out a fresh pair of boxers and the rest of his clothes for school. Putting them on he sat on his bed and looked over at his clock.

4:53 am

Well, fuck.

Ivan didn't quite understand Alfred's recent distant behavior towards him. It wasn't like before when he had received a bad grade. Back then he had been sad, obviously hurt and acted like that with everyone.

But now, he was only cold toward him and he didn't like it.

Ivan would see the other, laughing and smiling with his friends. Talking excitedly with his brother or having a moronic argument with the obnoxious albino. Then he would appear and Alfred would get uncharacteristically quiet, would flounder for some bad excuse and escape quickly.

The Russian had already interrogated Matthew but the teen knew nothing. He, too, was dumbfounded by his brother's behavior but assured him that he would get over it soon. Ivan, still, was intent on discovering what exactly was the problem. Clearly he had done something wrong and he needed to know what in order to prevent it from happening again.

Unfortunately, Alfred seemed to be incredibly talented at weaseling away from direct confrontation. Ivan was growing more impatient by the second and he was about ready to just kidnap the other during one of his classes.

Fortunately, in Chemistry, they were having another lab and Ivan was quick to select Alfred as his partner. There was no way Alfred was getting away from him now. He would find out what the problem was and eradicate it, then Alfred would succumb to his desires and everything would be wonderful.

Alfred groaned as he was dragged to one of the lab tables by his project partner. He had been doing such great job at avoiding him too! He couldn't even look the other in the eye now, only imagining those violet eyes piercing him as he sucked him off-

Shit, stop thinking about that! It wouldn't do him any good to get hard in Chem in front of his tormentor. Fuck his teenage hormones.

"Alfred-"

"Ivan, we need to get to work. Focus." Alfred quickly interrupted, practically burying his head in his lab paper. If he started blushing he was going to kill himself. Stop thinking of those lips on his skin, of those hands on his hips. Fuck.

"No. Alfred you will stop avoiding me and-"

"Avoiding you?" Alfred denied with a forced chuckled, his blue eyes darting about the room. "What gave ya that idea? You sure are weird ya big commie. Now we need to work!"

"Alfred!" Ivan shouted, raising his voice for the first time in a long time. The bustling room fell silent as all the student's eyes fell upon them. Alfred could feel heat rising to his face by the utter embarrassment of this entire scene. The world was absolutely against him, no doubt about it. What did the Hero ever do to deserve all this? Thankfully, Ivan's intimidating glare made everyone turn away and get back to their own business.

"Alfred." he repeated at a lower volume, his violet eyes looking intently at the reddening face before him. The blue eyes darted around, never meeting his gaze. "Stop it. What did I do wrong?" He was at the end of his string, or however the saying went. He needed to know what he had done to deserve this treatment.

Alfred stiffened slightly. The way the other said it struck something within him. He said it in his normal authoritative voice, but there was a slight pleading undertone. As if he needed to know why he was being so thoroughly ignored. Alfred suddenly felt like an asshole.

He sighed, eyes looking down at his feet, "You didn't do anything wrong." he assured. Sure, he could have blamed him because he kissed him and all that shit but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Ivan was probably clueless to this, didn't he say he kissed him in order to keep him warm? Who knew, maybe that was a Russian custom.

Ivan's eyes narrowed and looked him over, searching for the truth. "Then why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad." Alfred answered, turning away and picking up their Chem packet. "I just... I just need to figure some stuff out k? My minds a mess right now and I just need some space." He continued truthfully, tiredly. He hadn't had a good night sleep in a long time and it was taking its toll on his frazzled brain. He needed a break from all these issues, better yet he needed someone to talk to. Alfred hated keeping things inside, he preferred letting them all out to someone he trusted.

"Is there a way I could assist you?" Ivan asked innocently, looking at the other intently. Alfred swallowed thickly, imagining all the ways Ivan could assist him. Last night's dream attacked his mind and it took all his will power not to jump the fucking Russian.

"No." He gritted out quickly, turning away and clenching his packet, making it wrinkle. "I'll be fine. Lets just get this over with."

Ivan nodded but frowned. Alfred was hiding something from it and that idea made him quite sad for some reason. He wanted to know what it was that the other was so intent in keeping from him. Still, he wasn't exactly sure how to find out, especially since Matthew didn't know either.

"Alfred? Is something wrong, mon petit?" Francis asked, peering at his son who was setting the table for dinner. Normally, Matthew would be helping him but his little ladies' man (gentlemen's man?) was out with Gilbert, eating dinner at his home.

Francis had smirked knowingly, did Matthew truly think he could hide something like that from him? Still, he would wait until Matthew was comfortable in telling him himself. And he silently promised not to tell the more oblivious members of the family until Matthew was ready to do it himself. He didn't quite understand why Matthew didn't want to tell them at all. Was he just being his shy self?

He couldn't worry about that now, Alfred seemed to be upset over something. He was hiding something...

Alfred looked up at his French father's voice, tilting his head in confusion. "No, nothing's wrong. I'm just tired. I need this week to be over already!" He whined like usual as he put down the third plate, moving on toward the silverware. Technically he wasn't lying.

Francis nodded absently, flicking his gaze back to the oven. Tired Alfred surely was, was he getting enough sleep at night? What could be keeping him up at night? Unless...oh hon hon hon...

The oven beeped and he limped over, opening it carefully. Even if his leg was broken he would never let Arthur cook for them. That would be suicide. So, he made sure to cook, even if Arthur watched him like a hawk to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Where was that man, anyway? Usually he was here nagging him...

"Alfred, you do know you can tell me and your father anything, right?" Francis said, his blue eyes meeting his son's. He recorded how the other quickly shifted his gaze to the table. Definitely hiding something and now he was pretty sure his assumptions were correct.

"Yeah, yeah I know." Alfred brushed off with a reassuring smile. He turned his back toward his father as he started putting down the silverware.

Francis frowned, Alfred wasn't biting. Then again, the boy had inherited his English father's obliviousness in the realm of amour. Perhaps being blunt was the best course of action.

"Have you been masturbating, Alfred?"

Alfred almost dropped all of the knives and forks as he whirled around. "What!" he squawked, shocked that his father had asked him such a thing. Didn't he understand privacy? Well this was Papa...But still!

"It's perfectly normal for a boy your age to be exploring his body." Francis continued matter of factly, undaunted by the others reaction.

"Please stop talking." Alfred hissed, red adorning his features. He thought he was finished with the sex talks! Why did his Papa have to be so mortifying. He was already trying to deal with these problems, he didn't need a sexual lecture from his perverted father!

Francis ignored his pleas, "Alfred, do not be so embarrassed. This is something we should be able to talk about openly. Anyway, you are losing sleep because of this aren't you? Are you getting erect for no reason? Or perhaps you need some tips to make it easier?" He was only trying tohelp.

"Oh my god, we are not having this talk." Alfred insisted, backing away from the kitchen. "Stop talking, just stop talking." He was going to kill himself if this continued, that or lock himself in his room for the rest of forever.

"Alfred, I'm only trying to help you."

"Help him with what?" Arthur asked, confused as he stepped into the kitchen. What were those two going on about now? Alfred's eyes widened and he quickly tried to stop his father from describing their current conversation.

"Alfred's masturbation seems to be cutting into his sleep, so, I was offering advice." And the shit has hit the fan.

Alfred groaned and held his face in his hands in utter defeat. Why? Why was his life so hard? Why was Papa so absolutely mortifying?

"What the hell are you pushing into his head frog?" Arthur yelled, eyes wide as he stormed over to his husband. His little baby Alfred would never just have a conversation like that. Francis was obviously corrupting him. How dare he!

"Nothing, cher. I just want Alfred to sleep better." Francis defended hurriedly, sending a worried glance toward his son who was still shielding his red face. Now Arthur would ruin his chance of getting to the bottom of this. And apparently he was the bad parent among them.

"Alfred isn't like you! He doesn't need to-to- you know! Every night in order to survive!" Arthur snapped, looking toward his son for a nod or something. To his surprised Alfred said nothing.

"Ah ha! So I was right!" Francis grinned triumphantly while Arthur narrowed his eyes angrily.

"Alfred."

No response.

"Alfred." Louder, more forceful.

"I don't want to talk about it." He replied hurriedly. Having this conversation with Papa was one thing, but having it with his strict 'gentlemanly' father? That was way too awkward.

"Are you...And it's interfering with your sleep?" The Brit asked completely shocked. Was this really his little baby Alfred, the one who begged for nightly stories and looked up to him with his bright blue eyes?

"No! Not exactly... I mean... I"

"So, you'd rather...play around instead of actually focusing on you school work?"

"No! Its not like that.! Just, just leave me alone." He didn't know what else to say.

"If this is what is hurting you scholarly performance than it needs to stop, Alfred."

"You don't understand! I just... Fuck..." Alfred, covered his mouth in surprise. How could he let that slip in his floundering for excuses?

"Excuse me?"

"I didn't mean-"

"Alfred, what has gotten into you?" Arthur snapped incredulously. Was this the gentleman he was attempting to raise, a boy who uses his body as if it were an amusement park instead of studying and who had the mouth of a sailor?

"I can't do this right now." Alfred spat back, feeling anger replace his embarrassment. What right did Dad have to order him around, and why did everything come back to his grades? Was that all Dad cared about? Well, fuck him, he was sick of it. Sick of all of this.

"Alfred, where are you going? Dinner is ready!" Francis called as he watched his son storm up the stares quickly. He had been so close to cracking the case!

"I'm not hungry!" He called back down before slamming his door shut, locking it and falling onto his bed. He hid his bright red face in his pillow, wishing to God that all this would fucking stop. He couldn't take this anymore.

Papa was embarrassing, Dad was angry and couldn't understand anything. Who was there actually left for him to talk to? Mattie. But he was with Gil. Why the hell were they spending so much time together anyway? Whatever, maybe he could talk to him when he got back.

And of course, like all his other problems, it all came back to the damn commie. Why couldn't Ivan ever stop bothering him? Now he had even infiltrated his dreams! The nerve...

Matthew pulled away from the heated kiss, breathing shallowly. The albino continued anyway, pressing kisses down his neck, sucking and biting. The twin squirmed from the touches, arms wrapped around his boyfriend's neck to pull him closer.

"Gil..." He groaned, hissing at a hard bite near his collar bone. Gilbert smirked, loving the sound of his name on the others kissable lips. He quickly set to work on unbuttoning the blond's shirt in order to get to his yet-to-be-marred-chest.

"I have to go soon..." Matthew reminded, knowing he was only suppose to stay for dinner and that dinner had ended a good twenty minutes ago. Gilbert growled, coming back up to kiss those lips so they couldn't spout out more excuses.

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do." Matthew insisted between kisses as he was pressed down into the mattress. The other returned to unbuttoning his shirt, splaying it out to reveal his smooth chest.

"Call them. Tell them you're staying the night." Gilbert pressed, running his hands along the others side, relishing how the other shivered at his touches. Gott, Matt was sexy.

"I can't do that." Matthew hissed, arching slightly as those calloused fingers ghosted over his nipples. Gilbert's fingers continued downward, playing with the others jeans and enjoying how he groaned and bucked slightly.

"Sure you can." Gilbert urged, unzipping him and yanking his pants down. Matthew glared down at him, though the effect was lost as he gasped when Prussian fingers felt at his hardening member. "Just call you're brother and have him tell your parents. I'm sure he owes you one."

Matthew's eyes screwed close as those sinfully good fingers rubbed him through the fabric. He bit his lip and thought as hard as he could in such a situation. For some reason he had some sort of pain in his chest, something telling him he should be home. On the other hand, Gilbert felt so good right now.

"Give me my phone." Matthew gritted out in defeat and he could feel Gilbert's happiness in waves. He felt the other fish around his jean pocket before handing him his cellphone, all the while never stopping his fingers.

With a shaky hand the younger twin opened his cellphone and pressed his speed dial, waiting as it rung. He let out a pleasured gasp as Gilbert pulled his boxers down and finally touched his length.

"You're going to stop, aren't yo-Hey Alfred!" Matthew quickly changed his tone, glaring down at Gilbert who quickened his ministrations. His fingers wrapped around the others shaft, pumping him fully and slowly. Matthew bit at his lip and swore he was going to kill the other.

"Hey Mattie! Wow, you know just when to call don't you?" Alfred said excitedly. Things were looking up, Mattie would come home and he could sort all his problems out.

"Ngh, hmmm... Y-yeah look Al." Matthew started shakily, Gilbert's hand quickening its pace.

"Are you ok? You're all out of breath... Anyway, I need you to come home. I need to talk to you about something..."

"Eh?...Uh... S-sorry didn't hear you."Matthew covered the speaker, pulling the phone away to moan as Gilbert ran his tongue absently over the head. Didn't he realize he was trying to talk to his brother!

Alfred frowned, what the hell was up with his bro? "Mattie?"

"I c-can't come home k? Feliciano wan-wants me to stay over for the n-night. Can you t-tell Dad?" Matthew continued with difficulty. He could tell Gilbert was enjoying himself way too much.

"Huh? But-"

"Thanks, ngn" And he hung up, pushing the phone away and grasping at white locks. He pulled his red eyed tormentor up for a heated kiss. "What is wrong with you!" He snapped and only received a mischievous grin.

Matthew flipped them over and the albino let out a laugh as the other disrobed him as quickly as possible. "You gonna punish me, Matt?" He teased, flashing his grin up at the usually shy teen. Matthew raised a brow and leaned down. Gilbert moved up for what he assumed to be a kiss when he was held down. The others lips were almost touching his own but refused to give him what he wanted.

"Je crois que oui." (I think so) He whispered before sitting back up. Gilbert shivered and smirked, quite excited for whatever was to come.

Alfred glared at his phone before throwing it at one of his pillows. Well, fuck. Everyone seemed to be against him today. Not even his brother cared. Fucking great.

He growled into his pillow, the one he was hugging to his chest, and wondered what to do. He definitely wasn't going down to his parents, that would be mortifying. Mattie wasn't coming home. Kiku was out with that guy who sleeps all the time. He was alone.

Alfred hated being alone.

He could call Ivan... No. He was the root of all his problems, he definitely wasn't going to just call him. Fuck.

At least it was almost the weekend and he could relax a little. He would talk with his twin tomorrow. Yeah, everything would work its way out soon.

With the weekend would come inner peace. Or at least, that's what Alfred hoped.

I feel dirty...
That was SO hard to write. I need to practice more though...
I hope it wasn't too bad though I'm pretty sure it was crappy. Sigh...
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