Chapter 3: Murder Suspect

Word Count: 5,529

A week later, the approval for the warrant was sent so that Ivan had the warrant in his possession when he visited the blond again.

They had also looked at bank records to show his transactions. After a bit of digging around, they had found Alfred did own a bar, though it was co-owned with a man named Ludwig who had moved to America several years ago, originally from Germany. Alfred also regularly got a prescription drug used to aid in sleep, strong stuff usually prescribed for very bad insomniacs. However, given the quantity it could very easily put somebody under for maybe a full day if used right. Though there was no sign of the drug in any of the victim's systems it was still suspicious. He pushed the suspicion out of his mind for now as he pulled into the driveway.

This time, as he knocked on Alfred's upstairs glass door, he was more prepared then last time for such denial. No answer. He knocked again, still nothing. He was about to call the other out, because both cars where parked in front when there was a soft clearing of a throat. Ivan looked towards the stairs to see Alfred's twin there, "Ah, hello..." What was his name again? Ivan had forgotten already. The blond looked at him for a long moment.

"Alfred's not home right now." Ivan raised an eyebrow, wondering if that was true or not.

"Where is he?" Ivan questioned, "I need to talk to him." There was another long pause before Matthew spoke again.

"He's out, couldn't tell you where." Matthew muttered quietly.

"Do you know when he will be back?"

"Later tonight. He's always back before dinner... Which is around six." He muttered. Ivan nodded in understanding. Well, he supposed he would have to come back later, a shame seeing as Alfred's house was so far away, "Ah, never mind, he's coming." Ivan raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know that?" Ivan asked, Matthew pointed behind Ivan. Turning his head slightly, he saw a small cloud of dust trailing behind Alfred and his horse. Interesting. Alfred slowly came to a stop when he was close enough and looked up at Ivan from the ground. He was wearing a cowboy hat to probably protect from the sun, and it suited him quite well actually.

"Ah fuck, back already?" Alfred asked, glaring. Ivan opened his mouth, "Give me a moment, I'll be up in a moment. Mattie, don't invite him inside!"

"Right..." Matthew said, sounding like he didn't want to be mixed up with this anyway.

He went down stairs and into his own house as Alfred pulled the horse to a walk, heading towards the coral. Ivan sighed, standing in the small amount of shade that was there, deciding he might as well wait. Alfred's deck was a bit plainer then the one below, no fire pit or anything, but it did have a small glass, rounded table and four metal chairs pulled up around it. Other then that it was pretty plain.

There was also some dirt on the wood beneath Ivan. It was different then what it usually looked like though. Kneeling down a bit, he examined it closer. It had dried in such a way that showed that there had been mud that had been there and had dried against the hot sun. If it showed it then it was either recent or a repeated occurrence.

But there wasn't much mud in Las Vegas. So why would there be signs of mud on Alfred's deck? Standing back up, he decided to push the probably useless information to the back of his head in case he ever actually needed it.

The minutes ticked by, Ivan getting more and more impatient as fifteen minutes had past, he was about to go down and see what Alfred was doing when he heard footsteps hit the bottom deck and start to make their way up. Finally.

Alfred got onto the top deck, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, sweat dripping down his forehead and skin freshly kissed by the sun, "Now, what the hell are you doing back here?" Alfred asked, glaring at Ivan as he crossed his arms over his chest. Ivan sighed, pulling out the warrant.

"I have a warrant to-"

"Of course." Alfred groaned, "Alright, well I want a drink, I'm dying of heat. Come in." He growled, walking past Ivan and then into the house. Ivan followed him inside, not about to argue and say what the warrant really was for if he was able to look inside again for anything unusual. Ivan closed the door behind him as Alfred went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass. It was much cooler inside thanks to the swamp cooler, something Ivan was thankful for, and probably Alfred too. Ivan sat down on a stool near the counter at the kitchen.

Alfred went over and filling his glass with water, "You're still a bastard for charging me." Alfred said, draining the water. Ivan watched the blonds adams apple bob up and down as the liquid slid down the tanned throat. Alfred put the cup down and walked over to stand by Ivan, grabbing the paper out of Ivan's hand and opening it, "Just to make sure you're not bluffing me."

"Nyet." Ivan said, aware of how close they were. It would be so simple to just wrap his arms around Alfred's waist and bite his neck, leaving more marks that this time he could remember leaving. Ivan shook his head slightly. He needed a drink. Apparently his body wanted Alfred more then he knew was wise. Alfred read the paper over slowly. Very slowly. Of course government paper wasn't the easiest thing in the world to read, but it didn't help Ivan stop noticing Alfred and how close he was. His t-shirt was loose and jeans were sticking to his legs in some places with the sweat of the heat. The blond hair under the white hat was messed up from what he could tell and the others elbow was about an inch from where his hand rested on the counter.

Alfred sighed, bringing Ivan back to reality. The blond stepped away but hopped up on the counter, putting the paper down on the counter, "I don't get it."

"I need a piece of your DNA, hair strand." Or mouth swab, but after all the trouble Alfred put him through, a hair strand was more painful, if only slightly, so the blond deserved it.

"Yeah, whatever." Alfred sighed, "I would think you would want my finger prints or something, but fine." He said. Ivan nodded, standing up and taking out some tweezers. He expected Alfred to hop down, but he stayed where he was, glaring down at his feet. He really seemed like a child the way he acted. Ivan moved up to him, trying to ignore the fact that he was in between Alfred's knees now. Maybe he should have tried approaching differently, that probably would have been smarter. Alfred took his hat off, putting it on the counter next to the warrant and running his hand through his messy hair a couple times before giving up on trying to tame it.

Ivan grabbed a few strains of Alfred's hair with the special pair of tweezers and pulled sharply. Alfred grumbled something, rubbing his head a bit as Ivan put the golden threads in a small evidence bottle. He screwed the cap on and put it in his pocket before looked at Alfred, who looked up at him, pouting slightly and hand still on his head. He looked quite cute like that, especially with a dust of pink across his cheeks. Neither of them moved for a moment before Alfred slowly dropped his hand from his head and leaned up close to Ivan, his warm lips brushing the taller mans just barely and not showing any sign of continuing. What a tease.

Ivan connected their lips fully, putting each of his hands on either side of Alfred's waist as the blond wrapped his own hands around his shoulders. Ivan nipped the warm lips against his, being granted access almost instantly. Slipping his tongue in, Ivan tasted the inside of Alfred's mouth, exploring everywhere his tongue could reach. The blond tasted amazing, it was nearly addicting in all honesty. And really Ivan didn't think that possible, just something that was said in romance novels, but Alfred really did taste that good. What had he miss that night? He nipped at the lips once more before releasing them completely, letting both of them catch their breath for a moment. Alfred's legs were wrapped around Ivan's waist at that point, pulling him even closer against the smaller body.

Meeting his lips to the warm neck in front of him, he started licking slowly, loving the small shivers of pleasure Alfred gave at each lick until he heard a breathy gasp as Ivan licked a more sensitive spot. Stopping with the licking, Ivan started sucking at that spot, causing Alfred to mewl and move against him slightly to try and get more attention to the rest of his body. Alfred moved his hands that were in Ivan's hair down past the scarf and brushing against Ivan's neck. The taller gasped suddenly at the touch, feeling his face fill with heat. Alfred moved his hands lower across the sensitive skin, rubbing at it.

Ivan couldn't suppress the moans that fell from his mouth, resting his head against Alfred's neck, trying to keep his senses together and failing completely. His knees felt weak as pleasure danced like electricity down his entire body and heat slowly pooling down. One of the blonds hands grabbed his hair and moved his face up so that their lips connected again. He felt Alfred's tongue lick his lip before slipping inside his mouth. The younger males tongue rubbed against Ivan's, and he was about to respond when he felt Alfred's legs tighten around him as the blond shifted his weighted so that Ivan would have to hold him up.

Wrapping his arms around Alfred's waist and breaking the kiss, Ivan knew he didn't have the strength to hold Alfred up after his neck was molested so much. But he made the fall to the ground easy and unpainful for both of them. Landing so that the smaller was below him, he grabbed Alfred's hands and pinning them above the blond head below him. Ivan panted heavily, looking down at the blushing blond who seemed breathless as well. Holding both of the wrists with one hand, he smirked a bit, kissing Alfred to distract him. The blond closed his eyes, opening his mouth to welcome Ivan inside again.

Their tongues met together and fought each other as Ivan pulled out something from his jacket, bringing it up behind Alfred's head. He kept his eyes half open to watch Alfred to make sure he didn't suspect anything until the cold metal was pressing on his wrists and the sound of several clicks met their ears. Alfred's eyes opened as Ivan pulled back, "Not... Fair." Alfred breathed, moving his cuffed wrists around a bit, testing the bonds. Ivan smirked, removing his hands and grabbing the hem of Alfred's shirt, pulling it up over the others head and off his body until it was stuck at the blonds wrists where the handcuffs prevented it from completely leaving the body.

Ivan looked over Alfred's body, it was tan, though maybe not as much as his shoulders, neck and arms were, showing a clear but hardly noticeable tan-line. Leaning down, Ivan licked and nipped down Alfred's toned chest. The other must have worked out or something, considering the muscles there. Pausing his path downward to suck at Alfred's nipples, listening to the small mewls. Along with the sensation of his skin tingling still from his neck being abused, the sounds coming from the blond were just helping to push him on. He knew somewhere in the back of his head that this wasn't right and he should stop, but it was kind of hard to hear past the noises Alfred was making.

Detaching from the chest, Ivan moved his hands under Alfred's pants, starting the pull them off. The blonde looked up at him with lust-filled eyes as he lifted his hips slightly to help the process. Ivan pulled them off, having some difficulty with the shoes blocking them, but got them both off of the tan body. Ivan leaned back over and nipped gently against Alfred's ear, "Do you have any lube?" Ivan muttered. Alfred shook his head in the negative, licking his lips a bit. Of course not if the younger was a virgin like he had said. Putting his fingers to the blondes mouth and pushing them inside, he felt the warm tongue move across them, caressing them with small touches as his saliva wet the fingers down. It wasn't the best lubrication, but it was better then doing it dry.

Pulling them out, he lifted Alfred's hips again, and putting his fingers by the entrance. He worked two fingers in, causing Alfred to groan and wince at the feeling. Massaging the inside of the tight muscles to try and get the blond to relax while he moved them a bit, slowly scissoring them to stretch the blond out. Shuddering at the thought of the tight muscles being around his length, Ivan bit down on Alfred's shoulder, leaving a mark that would probably last a couple weeks. The smaller moaned, grinding his hips back down against the fingers.

Biting down harder, Alfred moaned out again loudly, eyes closing and moving against Ivan as his chained arms came to wrap around Ivan's neck as his back arched up. Smirking, he let go of the mark and licked at the small amount of blood that was there and added the third finger. When the blond's hips moved against the fingers going in and out in search of pleasure Ivan withdrew the fingers, amused when Alfred tried moving a bit as if in search of them. He really was needy.

Considering they had done this drunk and at Alfred's house, he doubted they had used a condom before, and Ivan doubted he would find one now if he tried looking. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down enough for Ivan to free his pained erection. He repressed a sigh of relief at the lack of restriction as he lining himself up with the blond. Kissing Alfred to distract him for the moment, he started pushing inside. The kiss was broken as Ivan groaned at the wonderful feeling and the younger gasping, arms tightening around his shoulders and neck. When Alfred gyrated his hips back against Ivan's length, the older stopped trying to go slowly, thoughts blown to the wind, he thrust forward.

Alfred screamed, legs tightening around Ivan's hips, who paused, fully sheathed. He was shaking with the effort to stay still in such blissful heat, panting heavily, "G-god, don't stop." Alfred pleaded. Ivan didn't need any more consent as he pulled back and thrusted back inside. Another scream tore out of the blond, but it wasn't exactly pained. He set a hard pace, earning more of the pleasured screams that seemed to shut out all other noises. The feeling of pleasure that racked through Ivan was amazing. The pace picked up quickly, until rhythm was something that didn't exist and the reach of the pleasure was the only thing that mattered.

He was so close. He reached his hand down to grab Alfred's arousal dripping with pre-cum and pumped him as fast as he could. The young blond arched his back again, grip on Ivan tightening more if possible, nails trying to dig into the jacket. A particularly loud scream exited Alfred as he climaxed, white cum covering Ivan and himself. The heat around Ivan tightened more then he could stand, he gave a couple more thrusts before he came inside of Alfred with a loud moan. After giving a few shallow thrusts he relaxed, laying against Alfred's chest, both panting heavily.

A small line of drool trailed Alfred's mouth, and his eyes were half lidded, muscles twitching underneath Ivan occasionally at the slow decrease of pleasure. Ivan panted against the chest, feeling the heartbeat against his head before he got up a bit, pulling out of Alfred, ignoring the small squishing sound it made as he licked up the drool against the youger's chin. Turning his head to the side, the blond met Ivan's lip, opening his mouth and licking against his lips. Complying, Ivan pushed his tongue against the other, letting his tongue out to play with the others mouth.

Ivan drew back suddenly, wide eyed. Alfred was a murder suspect and he had just fucked him into the floor of his kitchen/living room knowing that. The blonde frowned, seeming to not like the sudden lack of attention he was receiving. He rolled them over so he was sitting against Ivan, "Thinking of leaving like that?" Ivan blinked before he looked down at himself. The coat that he hadn't taken off was covered in Alfred's cum.

"Shit."

Ivan sighed as he sat on the bar stool of Alfred's kitchen, head on the counter. His coat was being washed in the washer and there would be at least two hours before it was done drying completely. Two. Hours. In Alfred's house. Alone. He had texted Toris saying he would be late because of traffic. He had lied. Really he wouldn't usually feel so bad, but he was mostly just building a list of all the things he had done wrong throughout the day. Stupid sexual desire. Sure it had been a while since he'd gotten laid, but not that long. Not long enough to sleep with a suspect who might just be the Vegas Seven's slasher. Perfect, he deserved to get fired. In fact, maybe he would resign when he got back into work.

Playing with the random items that had been in his coat pocket, Ivan stared at them blankly, "You're starting to depress me." Alfred sighed heavily from next to him, "It couldn't have been that bad, you asshole."

"It's not that, I slept with a criminal."

"Yeah, that comment just made you more of an ass, by the way." Alfred glared. Ivan grunted in a non-communal way and took a drag of his cigarette, blowing out the smoke as he sat up and resting his head against his hand, "And I don't remember telling you that you could smoke inside."

"I have to after sex." Ivan said simply.

"So that's where that cigarette came from..." Alfred muttered, rubbing his chin in realization. All of his clothes were back in place and Ivan had taken the hand cuffs off a little before. Which was a little difficult considering how much the other squirmed and moved around.

"Alright well as I was saying, you're a bastard." Alfred said, getting up and going to the cupboard to get something to drink.

"Yes, you have seemed to have emphasized that already." Ivan muttered.

"Cause it's true. It happened, get over it. If you regret it that much don't come back. God, it's that simple. At least then I won't have to hear you complaining all the damn time." Alfred said, glaring at Ivan and drinking his water. But Ivan knew he couldn't just stop seeing Alfred, he was a suspect. And part of him kind of already felt like fucking the blond again. This was not going to be as easy or simple as he wished. Though it was obvious that he had clearly offended Alfred, no surprise there.

"I wish." Ivan sighed, "I kind of think that this is going to be an on going thing. The way it's been going anyway." He muttered around the cigarette. Alfred leaned against the counter across from him, elbows on the counter and head rested on his entangled fingers, small smirk in place.

"Meaning what exactly?" Ivan narrowed his eyes and exhaling, chuckling as Alfred stood up and waved a hand in front of his face, coughing slightly at the smoke that had gotten inside his mouth, "Bastard."

"I meant nothing, only that I think we'll probably be seeing each other again."

"Why do I have a feeling that somehow leads to me getting arrested?" Ivan smiled slightly, not answering, "Now, what I want to know is I should expect this to be a 'normal' occurrence."

"What do you mean?" Ivan asked.

"You coming to get I don't know, something from me about your job, and then end up sleeping with me in the process?"

"It's not like I've planned this." Ivan scowled.

"I know, but I need to know." Alfred said, shrugging.

"Why?"

"Well let's see, maybe because that'd be a good thing to know!" Alfred huffed, "You could at least treat me to dinner or a drink or something. I do have morals you know!" Ivan didn't know if he believed that or not.

"Nyet, I don't think so, I would rather not be seen with a suspected murderer."

"Yeah well- wait, murder?" Alfred asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "Last I checked stealing a wallet never led to murder."

"Wallet?" Ivan asked, "Oh the one you stole? Why would I be asking for a hair sample for wallet theft?"

"That was exactly what I was wondering earlier! Now what murder?" Ivan raised his eyebrows a bit in disbelief.

"The ones that have been all over the news?"

"I don't have cable. Just video games. All one needs... Oh and the internet of course." Ivan stared blankly for a moment before taking another drag, the deathly smoke helping to relax him as he breathed it in then out.

"The serial killer that's been killing quite a number of people lately." Though the murders had started to be spaced out more and more lately, "The Vegas Sevens? How is this not ringing a bell?" Alfred seemed to think for a moment before something seemed to light up.

"Oh yeah, totally. I heard about like a bunch of murders and a serial killer. I thought they were just like some sort of rumors or something. The Vegas Sevens?" Alfred snorted, "What kind of name is that anyway?"

"You have got to be joking."

"Nope." Alfred said casually, taking a gulp from the water before putting it down, eyes furrowed, "And you suspect I'm this murderer guy?"

"Yes."

"Have I mentioned how much I'm starting to despise you?" Alfred glared, "I'm not a murderer okay? I couldn't kill anybody! And I am insulted you would even suggest such a thing!" Ivan shrugged, uncaring, "And why would you sleep with me if you suspected that? What the hell!" Ivan blushed a bit, looking away. He didn't have an answer to that one. Alfred sniffed, taking the glass and drinking from it.

"Not going to kick me out and slam the door on my face again?" Ivan questioned curiously.

"No. Don't give me any ideas though." Alfred said after he pulled the glass away slightly from his lips, "The way I see it you won't find anything against me cause I'm not your guy. So whatever." Alfred glared at Ivan, "I'm still insulted though. Besides I can't very well kick you out with your jacket still here, I don't want it. But I still want to know why you would sleep with me if you really suspected me."

"Well somehow I doubt somebody as young as you is a serial killer-"

"Hey, I'm plenty old enough for anything! ... But I still wouldn't kill people." He added at the end, anger dying slightly. Most were insulted when they were told they were young, if they were young anyway. Older people took it as a compliment. If Ivan remembered correctly the others rap sheet said that he was nineteen and that was pretty young.

"But like I said, I was not planning for... Things to get so out of hand."

"Yeah well it did and it wasn't like you were protesting any. Whatever, I'm going to go take a nap. Look around if you want, I don't care." Alfred said, putting the cup in the sink and going towards the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Ivan sat there for a moment before putting the cigarette out in the small bowel Alfred had offered up in place of an ash tray since he hadn't owned any. He shouldn't pass up an opportunity to look around but then again if the hair sample matched he'd get plenty opportunity and without any true probable cause it was kind of pointless. Plus he didn't have any sort of tools that could really help with looking for things the human eye couldn't see. All he had to rely on was his own sight and wit. That was sadly not enough to go off of for gathering forensic evidence.

After several minutes passed by, Ivan got up, walking hesitantly over to the bedroom door and opened it slightly, though it opened towards the bedroom, so he had to step inside in order to look around. Alfred was laying on the bed on his stomach, shirt missing and blankets covering only a little over his waist. The room was a bit messier then he'd last seen it, more clothes on the floor then before anyway. He wondered if he should go to the bathroom, but after a moment decided it didn't matter too much. He watched Alfred for a moment before walking over to the bed.

He sat down on the bed, pulling off his shoes before sighing lightly, shaking his head. Ivan laid down on the bed next to the blond, laying close to the other body. He watched Alfred sleeping for a moment, much closer then he had been before. Alfred's eyes had opened slightly, but it had been slow and they had closed back over the sleepy eyes. The other certainly fell asleep quickly it seemed. Ivan let his eyes close, might as well nap since he was already stuck there, and he did sort of enjoy being physically close to the person he had just slept with.

Ivan sighed as he woke up, nuzzling against a warmth that surrounded him. He noticed his mouth was dry, though that was to be expected, he hadn't drank anything before he had fallen asleep. He blinked his eyes open, feeling arms wrapped around his shoulder and a slight but comfortable pressure against the top of his head. Ivan moved his nose against the chest. He heard the person holding him breath in deeply and stir in his sleep. Ivan tried pulling away from the person gently to try and get up.

The arms around him tightened and Alfred made a noise of protest in his sleep. Ivan sighed, stopping his movements as Alfred just moved himself closer so he was practically laying on Ivan. Maybe he should just wake the blond up. Looking at the others face Ivan saw him though eyebrows furrowed a bit and muttering something, lips twitching into a frown. It was kind of amusing. It faded into a peaceful look for a while before Alfred turned his head, having a sort of suspicious look on his face, at that point he let go of Ivan to sit up and look around, eyes opening a bit, but looking dazed.

Ivan watched, smiling at the interesting reactions the other was having in his sleep, was he doing this while Ivan was sleeping? Probably. Alfred fell back onto the bed, muttering and turning his back towards Ivan. At least he was free. But could the other really sleep so deeply? Ivan laid on his side, looking towards the others back. Then why would he need strong sleeping aid pills? Alfred muttered and moved back across the bed and nuzzled his back into Ivan's chest. He put an arm around the other and held him close, Alfred stilled and sighed, snuggling into the pillow beneath his head that was actually the one Ivan had been using. Smiling a bit, he found he didn't mind this as much as he would have originally thought.

He put his mouth against the others shoulder, breathing in the others scent. After several minutes of just laying peacefully there, he suddenly felt Alfred move slightly. After a while Alfred turned over onto his back, rubbing his eye and looking up at Ivan with one half-closed eye, "What time is it?" He was a bit surprised that the other didn't ask any other question like 'what are you doing in my bed'. He looked at his watch though, oh wow. So much for the traffic excuse he told Toris, he had slept longer then he had been planning, "Five sixteen." Alfred's eyes went wide and he bolted up.

"Ah, tell me you're joking!" He said, scrambling out of bed.

"Um... No." Ivan said, watching Alfred panic as he picked up clothes and tossed them aside, clearly looking for stuff.

"No, no, no, I can't be late! Ah, I have to take a shower too! Okay I have about four minutes to get dressed and ready, that's not to bad, right?"

"Improbable fits it better." Ivan commented, "Why, you work this late?"

"No... Not typically but ah! I need to be there tonight! Look, I hate to like be kind of a dick, but you should go. I don't want to leave you at my house, bad hosting isn't something I'm accused of." Ivan recalled it was something he was accused of, and often by his brother.

"My jacket's still... In the wash..." Damn it, why hadn't he put that in the dryer earlier?

"Come back whenever and I'll have it ready. Anyway, I got to get ready!" Alfred said, running through the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Ivan heard a banging or two before the water started only a couple seconds later. He was really in a hurry. Ivan hesitated before getting up. He had over stayed his welcome he supposed and he would need to drop off the blond hair, apologize for missing hours of work and come up with something important to say he was doing. Maybe questioning some of the victim's families again, yes that sounded a bit more reasonable than anything else he could think of at the moment.

He didn't want to leave his jacket there though, that was for sure... But it was wet. Still he couldn't imagine leaving it honestly. Sighing heavily, he opened the washer and pulled it out, he'd have to dry in at his house. Going to the counter, he grabbed all his items that were there. Giving one last look towards the bedroom, he walked out of the house.

Alfred pulled on his clothes, stumbling a bit as he hurried. He didn't hear Ivan moving around the house, so that meant the cop was gone. Good. Ivan suspected him, that wasn't good. He hadn't lied when he said he didn't have television and he honestly hadn't heard what people called him. Still, could he have really messed up and left something behind? Ivan had asked for his hair, but that was just DNA in general. He couldn't have left anything behind, he knew it.

He looked towards the clock, Matthew would be making dinner around now. This was going to be close. But if he didn't kill the man tonight he would have to wait several months to get a chance at it again, so he wasn't going to back off easily. Even with Ivan suspecting him. That would probably be a problem if he had to tip-toe around the other, though a bit more of a challenge, which would be more then a little welcome. Alfred combed through his hair with his fingers in the mirror a moment or two before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a prescription bottle. Maybe he should hide it better if Ivan was going to come looking around more often. Shaking it to hear how much was in it. Enough. Well, show time. A wicked grin spread across his face.