(It may have been a while since things actually portrayed that M rating, but it's still there. Just a fair warning ;))
It was relatively late at night by the time they got back to Ivan's apartment. It wasn't until they were safely behind the closed door that Ivan finally dropped the invisibility spell. He was already tired, despite the fact that he really didn't do all that much. Alfred offered a small smile and Ivan just looked at him.
"What is it this time?" Alfred asked, a joking lilt to his voice.
"You are far too ready to sacrifice yourself," Ivan said simply before walking into the kitchen. All he'd had to eat that day was coffee and he was quite honestly feeling very hungry.
"Well, don't say it so casually why don't you?" Alfred asked sarcastically, following him.
"You're the one that talks about being frozen again so easily," Ivan stated. "Not only that, but you also seem to have no problem with letting Dark Magic take full control of you."
"Aw, are you worried about me?" Alfred smirked and Ivan gave him a glare. Alfred sighed. "Look, it would be one thing if I was just some normal guy with a lot of magic powers. But something you seem to forget all the time is that I'm technically a criminal. By any standards. I've done bad shit. The least I can do is risk my life trying to keep people safe."
Ivan sighed heavily, rummaging through his food. He was very well aware of the fact that he had developed feelings for The Dictator. He knew that when he started developing them. He wasn't exactly trying to make excuses for Alfred…But a man willing to sacrifice so much couldn't possibly be as bad as The Dictator. Then again, The Dictator was largely influenced by Dark Magic. Which would soon happen again.
"I'm not exactly happy about it, either," Alfred said. "Would you prefer a second Dictator waltzing around and doing exactly what I did? I wouldn't be doing this unless I had to."
"And what would you be doing if it weren't for him?" Ivan decided to chance asking.
"That…is an excellent question," Alfred said. "I mean, I'd probably be asleep. Other than that, no one would actually know who I am, so maybe I'd actually learn how to read or something."
"Is that all you would be doing?" Ivan asked.
"As far as I've seen, this world really isn't that in need of radical change," Alfred said simply. "I haven't seen, like, a lot of the world. But the only reason I did what I did was because the world was shit. And it's not like I voluntarily decide to use Dark Magic anymore."
"I'm sorry," Ivan said
"Hey, a lot of stressful stuff's been going on," Alfred admitted. "I mean, you just learned that there's, like, a secret society underground that uses Dark Magic. I was kinda surprised, too. On top of that, Gilbert could pretty much attack at any time. And to top it all off, there's your…sort of relationship…thingy with The Dictator."
"Thingy?" Ivan asked.
"I mean, you can call it what you want." Alfred shrugged. "Thingy is just easier."
"What do you want to eat?" Ivan offered. Maybe if they could just get off the topic of everything that was going on, they could relax, even for a little bit. As far as they knew, Gilbert was asleep due to his new immortality, which meant they could afford to relax, even if it was for just a few hours.
"That pasta stuff you made a while ago was really good," Alfred mused.
After an hour, Ivan found himself comfortably sitting in his bed, leaning against the headboard while reading a book. It felt like a bad time to be lounging, but it wasn't like they had much choice. Alfred was cuddled against him happily, content with just sitting in quiet. At least, for a few minutes.
"Hey, would you be against…you know…uh…" Alfred said awkwardly, sitting upright. "This totally isn't the mood I wanted to set, this is awkward."
"Are you…asking me to kiss?" Ivan asked. Alfred nodded sheepishly. Ivan couldn't help but laugh slightly. "I'm pretty sure we've gotten past the point of needing to ask."
"You were reading." Alfred pouted. "It's rude to interrupt."
Ivan couldn't help but laugh. "You already interrupted me. Is this the mood you usually set?"
"Okay, you don't need to be rude," Alfred said, arms crossed over his chest. "You know, you're just ruining the mood even more with your-"
Ivan happily cut him off by placing a quick kiss on Alfred's lips, shutting his book.
"Then how about we start over?" Ivan suggested, smirking slightly at the sight of Alfred's bright blush. Usually Alfred was the one making him blush. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yeah." Alfred nodded slowly, kissing Ivan lightly. He looked down. "Yeah, I'm okay. I just…when the stuff with Gilbert is over, that's it. We…probably aren't going to see each other again. And I at least want to make some good memories. With you. Right now. If…if you're cool with that."
Ivan hummed. "As long as you go the rest of the night without talking about that." Ivan hated how Alfred seemed perfectly okay with letting himself be frozen or killed or whatever else might happen. He talked about it with a relaxed manner now, well, almost. He still had a small shake to his voice, but he was putting on a good show that he didn't mind it.
"Deal." Alfred laughed before kissing Ivan again. This time it was deeper, stronger, and his hand cupped the back of Ivan's head to pull him closer. Ivan let the book fall off the edge of the bed as he reciprocated, moving his lips with Alfred's, feeling their skin get hotter and hotter. By the time their tongues started mingling, Alfred's hands had moved to the hem of Ivan's shirt, slowly and experimentally tracing up his chest, as if he was afraid Ivan would tell him to stop.
Ivan hummed, pressing deeper, which resulted to Alfred falling onto his back with Ivan beginning to straddle his hips. They separated long enough to look into each other's lidded eyes and Alfred smirked. In a second, Alfred managed to roll them over, a proud smile on his face before he went to suckle on Ivan's neck.
Ivan couldn't help but groan at the sensation, which he was quite honestly new to. Alfred's hands lost their apprehension, ghosting over some areas and almost massaging others, quickly causing Ivan to feel his self-control slipping away. He harshly gripped onto Alfred's head, dragging him back up to a kiss, fingers catching as much hair as possible.
Eventually, Alfred let out a few gasping breaths onto Ivan's mouth and they looked into each other's eyes again.
"So how far are you willing to go?" Alfred asked.
"I'll be sure to tell you when I feel like stopping," Ivan panted and Alfred chuckled.
"Can I take off your shirt?" Alfred asked, glancing down to where his hands had stopped at Ivan's pecs. The shirt had almost completely ridden up anyway.
"Can I take off yours?" Ivan asked and Alfred laughed, nodding. They made quick work of the clothing, tossing it haphazardly to the floor before their lips connected again. They moved faster, clumsier. Hands weren't quite sure where they wanted to stay, saliva ran more freely, and God it was so fucking hot in there.
Ivan's hand was the first to hook into Alfred's pants and they separated only long enough for Ivan to give a questioning look and Alfred nodded eagerly. The pants were a lot clumsier for both of them, resulting in a wrestling match of giggles and muffled groans. Ivan couldn't help but be relieved when Alfred's erection was very obvious in his underwear. Just as obvious as Ivan's.
"You know," Alfred muttered after suckling just behind Ivan's ear, "even though I've felt it before, you're a lot bigger than I thought you would be."
"You're not so bad yourself." Ivan chuckled. He hooked his legs into Alfred's and turned them around again, Alfred's hair splaying on the pillow behind him as he looked at Ivan with hazy eyes. "Quick question for you. Do you actually know how to have gay sex?"
"I mean," Alfred squirmed and Ivan could only agree. He wanted to be closer to Alfred, he wanted to keep going, but this was important, "it can't be that different from-"
"No," Ivan cut him off. The blush that was already present on Alfred's face deepened to a deep red. He looked absolutely amazing. "It's very different."
"Okay, but do you have any experience?" Alfred asked. He moved his knee up to grind against Ivan's erection, smirking up at him like a devil. Ivan shook his head, not allowing himself to be distracted as much as he would fucking love to.
"Not exactly," Ivan huffed. "But I at least know how it goes."
"Then you can give me instructions." Alfred smirked, looping his arms around Ivan's neck and pulling him down closer to leave yet another hickey on his neck to join the row that already existed. Ivan whimpered, allowing himself to melt into Alfred's extremely experienced hands.
"I would rather not be in pain if you mess up," Ivan said while Alfred happily licked up the row.
"I'm the one that's the most experienced here," Alfred said pointedly, his hot breath puffing into Ivan's face when he moved to meet his gaze.
"Arguably, you are a thousand years out of practice," Ivan offered and Alfred raised a brow. Looking down at him, hot and blushing and heaving breath with his own hickeys littered around his neck and chest, Ivan could honestly admit he'd never felt this way about anyone else. And he'd never been as attracted to Alfred as he was in that moment. He absent-mindedly ground their hips together.
"Are you s-saying you want to take charge?" Alfred asked, his breath hitching at the action. "Y-You're the virgin here."
"Maybe," Ivan mused, groaning at the growing friction between them. "But I know more about gay sex than you."
"Watching porn does not mean you know how sex works, Ivan," Alfred said. Ivan stopped his movements, his mind screaming at him to continue and relieve the massive pressure that was quickly building between them. They matched each other's gaze for what felt like years. Eventually, Alfred rolled his eyes. "Fine. But next time, I'm on top."
"Deal." Ivan smiled. Now he was exceedingly happy about the fact that he actually had condoms and lube stashed in his bedside table just in case. He started moving again, hissing at the pressure. Alfred pulled him into another kiss.
Ivan groaned when he couldn't ignore the light hitting his eyes, trying to shove his head more into the pillow. He was on his side and, honestly, couldn't bring himself to move or disrupt this position. Finally, he gave up trying to go back to sleep and cracked open an eye. Oh, right.
Alfred, still naked, was curled up beside him, his face all but snuggled into Ivan's chest. He was breathing calmly and evenly, still very happily asleep. The comforter easily covered both of them, keeping them warm despite their complete lack of clothes. Their feet overlapped perfectly and Ivan smiled. This was something he could get used to waking up to.
His eyes grazed over any expanse of skin on Alfred that he could see. He still marveled at the fact that there were no blemishes on his tan skin, but that was to be expected with his former immortality. There were the beginning of some freckles on his cheeks. Ivan couldn't help but lightly run his thumb over them with a light smile. If only it could stay like this, if only there weren't things they had to deal with outside.
Alfred shifted slightly in his sleep, leaning even closer to Ivan's chest, his hair brushing that on Ivan's chest. Ivan chuckled slightly. Alfred was absolutely adorable in his sleep. It didn't even matter that they hadn't bothered to clean up last night and they both reeked of sweat and bad breath. This couldn't be anymore perfect.
Ivan didn't know how long he stared at Alfred before the other started to wake up. He shifted around more, grumbling under his breath, before slowly cracking open an eye.
"You know, it's creepy to wake up with someone staring at you," Alfred grumbled.
"But you are adorable when you sleep." Ivan smiled.
"Again, creepy," Alfred said. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not long," Ivan hummed, running a hand through Alfred's hair.
"Still getting used to the whole waking up on your own thing again," Alfred said. "It sucks."
"I'm sure you'll get used to it eventually," Ivan mused.
"If I have the time," Alfred muttered and Ivan frowned. "Sorry, totally ruined the mood, didn't I?"
"How about a shower?" Ivan asked. "If you're going to fight Gilbert and most likely be covered by international media, you should look good, right?"
Alfred laughed. "That totally shouldn't be my main concern, but sure. I feel covered in dry sweat. By the way…I really like what you look like with hickeys."
"Then you better make sure you can give me more," Ivan said and Alfred kissed him lightly on the lips.
"I'll give it my best shot." Alfred nodded before slowly getting up. "Fuck! My ass hurts!"
"I think now you see why I didn't want to be on bottom last night." Ivan smirked and Alfred glared back at him, rubbing his lower back.
"You're lucky I can use healing magic," Alfred muttered. "You sure that was the 'right way' to have gay sex?"
"You didn't seem to complain last night," Ivan said innocently. Alfred scoffed, but he was smiling.
"Not bad," Alfred said. "But remember your promise."
"I wouldn't dare," Ivan said as Alfred slowly stood up, stretching his arms over his head. Ivan had to admit that his view from where he laid on the bed was quite enjoyable. Alfred was…extremely well-built.
"Enjoying the view?" Alfred teased and Ivan couldn't help but blush.
"Yes," Ivan said honestly and now it was Alfred's turn to blush as he quickly left the room, shutting the bathroom door. Ivan chuckled but slowly got up as well. He was admittedly sore, too, but he could still move around easily. He could always try making food, but he would prefer to actually take a shower before getting dressed and going about his daily routine.
With a sigh, he reached for his phone on the nightstand and glanced through emails and texts that he'd missed. There were plenty of emails from the university about staying safe until the safety issues in the city were resolved since school was cancelled until further notice. Ivan was usually on top of when Natalia or Katyusha texted him, but there were a few texts from Feliks that he'd been disregarding for a while. He still didn't know how to deal with that…They had trusted Alfred and it turned out that he was The Dictator…Had it really only been a few days since that happened?
Ivan groaned, throwing his head back against a pillow. And maybe this would all end soon…but that didn't make him feel any better. Who knew what would happen to Alfred, let alone Gilbert when this was all over? They were running mostly on Alfred's assumptions at this point and, as much as Ivan trusted him, there were some things that made him nervous. Like what if Alfred was frozen again? Certainly, Ivan wouldn't be allowed anywhere near the Detainment Center afterwards.
And if he didn't get his immortality back and was killed…
Ivan rolled onto his stomach. This morning had started out so well, too…
"Hey, don't look so down," Alfred chimed from the door and Ivan looked over to him. Alfred beamed happily at him. It seemed like Alfred had two moods; serious and happy-go-lucky. Not like that was a bad thing…just strange. "I always figure things out. It should be fine."
"What are the chances that you'll fight Gilbert today?" Ivan asked.
"Well," Alfred mused, drying off his hair with a towel. He still didn't have any clothes on, he hadn't taken any into the shower with him, not that Ivan minded that much… "Considering all of my planning is done and I have all of the back-up I need, including you…very high. Especially since I plan on baiting him today anyway."
"You plan on what?" Ivan demanded, sititng upright again. Alfred smiled sheepishly at him.
"Do you want the risk of him killing Ludwig to be higher?" Alfred asked. "The faster we can stop stalling and get this done, the better. And the faster we can actually face the question of what's gonna happen when it's over. I'll be okay, I always am."
"I'm…going to take a shower," Ivan said, finally standing up.
"Hey, I promise, it's going to be okay," Alfred said with a small smile. Ivan smiled back, but it felt rather hollow. "You still have to make me a filling breakfast, right?"
Ivan raised a brow as he went into the bathroom, letting out a long sigh as he closed the door. So Alfred planned on doing this today…
Hey look at that, they finally had sex. That is the closest I'm gonna get to sex, I swear, sorry for the tease ;) I hope that went well, too, I'm usually not very good with scenes like that. Oh well, it happened, they finally had sex, everything is grand. You know, except for the fact that Alfred is about to fight Gilbert for, hopefully, the last time. Hopefully the writing for that scene is going to go well…
Anyway, see you next time!