Ivan waited an entire hour, hopelessly staring at The Dictator, as if willing him to show himself again. It was like it had all been a strange dream, except Ivan could still sense the almost undetectable leak of magic. He couldn't have found it unless he was looking for it…This was very strange…
But, as he paced, rubbing his hands together as something to do, The Dictator appeared in front of him again. Ivan started, stumbling backwards slightly and blinking owlishly at the man. The Dictator was just as he was last time, but he looked Ivan over carefully, his almost entirely black eyes sending shivers up Ivan's spine.
"Sorry," The Dictator sighed. "I just had to…how do you say it…get the hang of things? Is that right? That is by far the strangest thing I have ever heard."
"What?" Ivan asked. Out of all of the things he'd expected The Dictator to say, it was never anything like this. He was actually acting quite politely, strangely enough…The Dictator sighed.
"Did I get it wrong?" The Dictator mused, bringing his hand to his chin as he stared at the ground. "Catching up on 1,000 years of language development is tricky…"
"No…I-I understand you," Ivan chanced. "I don't understand what you're doing."
"Why do you use contractions?" The Dictator asked curiously and Ivan blinked.
"I don't…know…" Ivan said slowly. This was beyond strange, like a weird dream he'd been thinking.
"Fascinating," The Dictator mused and, suddenly, started advancing towards him. Out of instinct, Ivan stepped backwards. It was strange seeing both the floating figure and the man in front of him…Not to mention that, no matter what kind of trick this was, this man's aura was terrifying. It was massive, overwhelming…it made Ivan want to shake, but he could control himself well enough.
Soon, though, Ivan's back hit a wall and he felt a small pit in his stomach. The Dictator didn't stop walking towards him until the two were standing just a breath apart. Ivan tensed as those black and blue eyes looked over him as if he was some kind of prey.
"How are you doing this?" Ivan asked, seeing if The Dictator would even answer his own questions. The chance was slim…but Ivan was willing to see what would happen. In any case, this could stall the man until the next shift came in and Ivan could do something about this predicament.
"Took a while," The Dictator mused, looking Ivan's body over carefully, seeming to be trying to imagine Ivan without his clothes on, "but Dark Magic will always be more powerful than your pathetic magic. I did not expect it to take this long, though."
"But you still can't move," Ivan tried. Again, it was another chance, but he wanted to understand what was going on. Was there a possibility of him even fighting The Dictator like this? That was already assuming that Ivan could fight him regularly.
"Physically, I am still working on that," The Dictator glanced back at his floating body before looking around the room with fascination, but he didn't give Ivan even a chance to move from their current position. "Mentally, I am free to move wherever I want."
"What does that mean?" Ivan asked curiously.
"Something you will never be able to do," The Dictator smirked, setting his dark eyes on Ivan's once again. "Is it you'll, in that case? I am trying to understand."
"Yes…" Ivan nodded slowly. This was, by far, the strangest conversation he'd ever had with someone.
"Good," The Dictator nodded with a smile before looking over Ivan happily. He placed his hand on Ivan's chest and Ivan flinched, making The Dictator laugh slightly. "This means that I have managed to move the majority of my consciousness into your mind. If the mind thinks something is real, then it is. So to your mind, I'm really out here, really touching you. Does it feel like that?" The Dictator's hand traveled slowly down Ivan's chest, over his stomach, stopping at his belt. Ivan swallowed thickly, nodding. "Great, thanks. When I disappeared, I went inside of your mind. I had to access a way to properly communicate in your time. I did not…didn't? I didn't know so much time had passed…it seemed like less than a second to me. Luckily for me, you seem to be a massive store house of information. You are a scholar, are you not?"
"Yes…" Ivan nodded carefully, swallowing thickly as the hand on his belt moved lower. What was happening? What was he doing? His other hand went back to tracing his chest, playing around his collar bone.
"Don't worry," The Dictator smiled. "I didn't go into your personal memories. I'm not rude. But thanks to you, I was able to learn quite a lot about this world. And a little bit about language. You don't have to worry, I…is it willn't?" He stared at Ivan with wide, curious eyes as Ivan struggled to continue paying proper attention as The Dictator's hand at his crotch started massaging him. Ivan found himself panting, almost bucking into him. The Dictator wasn't really there, just an image his mind was conjuring. He tried to repeat that in his head.
"Won't," Ivan answered breathlessly. The Dictator raised a brow as the hand on Ivan's neck moved to cup his face, feeling all of the little contours, before tousling and gripping onto his hair. Ivan gasped.
"Really?" The Dictator asked, his voice calm, as if he wasn't toying with Ivan in the most provocative way he could. "That doesn't make sense."
"I know," Ivan breathed out when it was obvious The Dictator wanted an answer. "Wh-what are you doing now?"
"Am I…bothering you?" The Dictator smirked, obviously aware of his play on words. Ivan groaned as he roughly gripped Ivan's crotch, rubbing it upwards. The grip the man had on Ivan's hair made it impossible for Ivan to throw his head back like he wanted to.
"Why?" Ivan tried again.
"Consider it a technique of getting out of here faster," The Dictator smirked before leaning forward, letting his breath ghost across Ivan's neck and ear. Ivan shivered. "It'll be close to another couple hundred years before I can physically move, and people are bound to notice when I start working on that."
"Are you…trying to distract me?" Ivan offered as The Dictator's hand skirted back up to his belt, but this time his cold hands skirted to his skin underneath his clothing. Ivan gasped. The Dictator's hand couldn't possibly be cold! He was just in his head!
"I do know from your memory that is the only way your…technology works," The Dictator smirked. Ivan groaned again as The Dictator moved his lips to Ivan's neck, roughly biting into it and sucking. Ivan felt his legs fail him as The Dictator's hand moved teasingly lower and lower. The Dictator's free hand, however, easily kept Ivan standing. "I'm sure it will be only a matter of time."
"I h-hate to break it t-to you," Ivan whined as The Dictator teasingly moved his hand to his thigh, just barely avoiding his currently growing erection. Again, this was by far the strangest conversation Ivan had ever had with anyone, "b-but my magic will only dis…c-connect from the device if I get dis…dis…" Ivan grunted as The Dictator gave him another sucking bite right next to Ivan's first one. "Distracted," Ivan breathed out.
"Am I not distracting enough?" The Dictator asked, his voice deep and gravely in Ivan's ear.
"You're making me give you more than enough attention," Ivan huffed with a small smirk of his own. "If this is your amazing plan, I'm a little disappointed."
"Your textbooks haven't told you a lot of truth about me," The Dictator smirked with a small laugh. "I've never been a good tactician."
"I'm surprised," Ivan nodded. The Dictator stopped his ministrations.
"So this really isn't doing anything?" The Dictator asked curiously.
"Well, you've succeeded in making me quite excited," Ivan breathed out carefully. He was almost…sad that The Dictator had stopped. He almost wanted to buck his hips forward again, convince him to keep going.
"Well, I'd love to help you out with your little um…problem," The Dictator laughed and Ivan rolled his eyes. "But I do happen to know your hours at the facility and I do have a good sense of time."
"And that means…?" Ivan asked curiously. The Dictator smirked and vanished from sight just as the door to the room opened. Without The Dictator keeping him on his feet, Ivan fell harshly onto the floor, wincing as he landed. He was still breathless and flushed. He looked up at the person that had entered the room with wide eyes.
"The fuck are you doing on the floor?" Lovino scoffed, placing his hand on the platform. Ivan felt the machine release his magic and let out a long sigh of relief. Ivan blinked up at him. Should he…should he tell him what had just happened? It was an important fact to tell people…The Dictator was getting close to breaking out, it seemed. And it honestly looked like he was willing to try just about any tactic to get out. He'd made quite the first impression.
"Hello? Jackass!" Lovino shouted and Ivan blinked. He was still looking at the man, who glared at him. "Shouldn't you be fucking leaving? Or at least answering my question?"
"Sorry," Ivan muttered and swiftly stood. Immediately, his hand went to his neck, where The Dictator had supposedly left his hickeys. But Ivan marveled at the fact that there were no marks. It felt like his skin had been torn into by The Dictator's teeth, but there was nothing there except for slightly sensitive skin.
"Did I catch you in the middle of something?" Lovino asked bluntly and Ivan flinched as he glanced at Ivan's pants. Ivan felt a massive blush spread across his face. Right…that hadn't been in his imagination. "Look, it's not my place to tell you what to do when you're alone, but at least know when someone's gonna walk in."
"Sorry," Ivan muttered and decided to leave the room before it got even worse. He stood still as the door closed behind him. He hadn't told Lovino…Should he tell Arthur? Or Gilbert?
Well, to be frankly honest…The Dictator most likely wasn't going to go anywhere anytime soon. There was a chance he would try again with another guard…and they could tell Arthur or Gilbert if they thought it was dangerous. Okay…so that solved that problem. Ivan could just say he hadn't seen anything, right?
Ivan just hoped he could see The Dictator again the next time he came in. He had no way to explain it, but he got kind of…excited at the thought of seeing him again. Ivan shook his head. Not that way! His daydreams had actually come true. He could talk, he could tell Ivan about the past…Ivan had already basically told him about what he'd missed. Now Ivan wanted to know what Alfred knew as payment for that…He seemed like a sort of reasonable man, when he wasn't coming up with strange ideas…
Ivan walked towards the elevator. First, before anything else, he had to go home and take care of his problem. Maybe that would get him to think clearer. He would have to start on his homework as well. He couldn't let his grades slip because of this job, after all. No matter what happened while he was on duty…
The doors opened on the ground floor and Ivan was about to make for a quick escape, hoping that no one would notice his…predicament. Sadly, after only taking a small handful of steps, he ran into someone who turned a corner. He flinched, despite the man being shorter than him and most definitely weaker, but it was still a shock.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Ivan blurted out, looking at the man. He blinked in surprise. It was another member of the board at the Detainment Center. With long blond hair and blue eyes, a half elf. Francis.
"Oh, no problem at all," the man said casually and Ivan smiled faintly. This was the first man he'd met in a while (aside from The Dictator) that hadn't been intimidated by him at first sight. "I was just going underground to check on some of the equipment." Francis regarded him closely for a moment before smiling even wider. "You must be that Ivan I've been hearing about. I must say, Arthur's description of you was quite exaggerated."
"Oh, so he's talked about me," Ivan nodded and Francis chuckled.
"Well, before I leave, I might as well offer you some quick advice," Francis laughed as he walked around Ivan and towards the elevator. "You're a smart kid, so I'm sure you know about the spell in the medical field that allows you to move blood to form a clot and stop bleeding?"
"Yes?" Ivan said hesitantly.
"That spell works quite well for moving blood away from…unwanted places," Francis winked as he turned fully towards the elevator, performing his spell on the pad. "It might help your current situation."
Ivan felt his blush return with a frenzy. Right…he'd almost allowed himself to forget…However, that spell could help him in this case…considering he had quite a walk back to his apartment.
"Th-thank you," Ivan stuttered out.
"Any time," Francis called out to him as he stepped into the elevator, the doors closing soon after. Ivan let out a long sigh, leaning against the wall. Of course, that was his luck, wasn't it? He meets someone from the board and he has an erection…Ivan groaned and glanced around the hallway. It really couldn't hurt to see if he could do the spell himself. Of course, it would be a little complex to do it without at least harming himself in some way…but Francis wouldn't have offered him that solution if he hadn't thought Ivan was capable of doing it.
Ivan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing his thoughts. He took a deep inhale and felt the blood moving in his veins, almost all the way through his body. It was quick work before he felt the uncomfortable sensation of losing blood to his groin. He shook his head as he gathered his senses again, glancing down to make sure everything had worked properly. He nodded and continued walking, hoping to make it out of the facility without further embarrassing himself.
He walked by the front desk where he could once again see Gilbert, who was talking to a brunette elf that Ivan also recognized. He was one of the guards, but Ivan hadn't had the chance to meet him yet. Antonio. From the looks of the conversation, Antonio was teasing Gilbert, who for the most part was going along with the joke, but seemed actually really annoyed. Ivan raised a brow, but he didn't like to pry, so he tried to focus his attention elsewhere.
"Oh, come on, don't be so mean," Antonio laughed heartily as Ivan walked by briskly. Hopefully Ivan could make it out of here without making a complete fool of himself. He briefly mused that, if Francis was really going down to check on the equipment, that maybe the problem with The Dictator could be solved by the time he got back…that would be…a relief? "All I'm saying is that the phrase 'work your magic' doesn't really apply."
"Why?" Gilbert asked bluntly. "Because I don't have any?"
"No, no, no, I wouldn't say that," Antonio rushed to correct his mistake and Ivan raised a brow, glancing back. Gilbert honestly looked offended. Huh…
"Whatever, I have work to do," Gilbert huffed before walking away. Ivan shook his head, turning his attention forward again and walking out of the main doors. He didn't have the time to think over some random conversation.
In case any of you were curious about why this is rated M, unlike literally every other one of my stories, you now have your answer! I'm not gonna get explicit, but they're mature adults, they can fool around however much they want to. Alfred's plan may have had a lot of holes, but it really tells you a lot about him as a person. And we have introduced Francis and Antonio, too! Both were small glimpses, but that's fine for now. I really love the idea of Francis and Ivan being close friends, because history can totally prove that they were. And of course Francis would help out any innocent kid that he saw walking around with a tent in his pants. ;)
Also, I have officially found Alfred's theme song for this story, that will be guiding me forever. "Emperor's New Clothes" by Panic! At The Disco, because holy shit. Just saying, "hero's always get remembered but you know legends never die" is like his life motto.
Anyway, that's it for now, see you next time!