Chapter 5: Lovely Distraction
Word Count: 5,589
Ivan sighed, rubbing his head as he looked at the profiles of the family members of the latest victim. While at this point is seemed nothing short of redundant, he did have to be thorough. The latest victim's wife worked at a bank and participated in a lot of charities and soup kitchens, a nice person it seemed, and generous. She had gotten a couple speeding tickets in her youth but other then that it was a clean record. Closing that, it didn't take long to read though the next one of the child, a teen girl who's school record was very good, mostly A's and hardly any mark below that. A hard working student obviously, already with honor classes even though she was fourteen. Obviously, the only thing on her was her school record. He would have to wait to hear back from Toris or Eduard - who had went to question the family - to know anything more on them.
Closing that one, he pulled up the profile of the actual victim. Opening it, he scanned it. Male, 37 years old and about six feet. An electioneer that wired new houses and installed fire alarms in schools occasionally. He had a few DUI's and had spent some time in jail because of it. Ivan looked at the picture, they looked vaguely familiar to Ivan which was troubling since he couldn't remember exactly why they were familiar to him. Shaking it off for the time being, Ivan thought of the height. Six feet, he wished that there had been a part of the video where the murderer and victim had stood together side by side in a frame.
But most the time they weren't close enough to really get a good estimate except for when the victim was being killed, and that wasn't exactly them standing side by side. Still, they were about the same height, the murderer just a bit shorter in just an estimate. It was something at least. Looking up when Toris and Eduard walked in, Ivan smiled at them as he usually did, a small somewhat insincere smile, "How did it go?"
"The family is pretty upset about the news, they thought he had just gotten into a drunk stupor and stayed at a friends place for a couple days. They didn't know he had been killed and didn't bother calling in missing." Eduard explained, "So both of them started crying and were a bit too emotional to answer a lot of questions."
"Of course." Ivan rubbed his forehead, "So you leaned nothing new?" Not that that really surprised him anymore.
"Well, we were actually able to talk to a friend of the daughter and he seemed more then happy that the father was dead." Toris said.
"Yes, that is true, even going as far as to say that he would have praised whoever had murdered the bastard, in his words." Eduard said. Ivan hummed, leaning back in his chair.
"It is definitely worth looking into. Perhaps we should go pay him a visit again. And see if he has any records in the mean time." Ivan directed the last part towards Eduard, who nodded. He could always pull up records the fastest. It was certainly worth looking into, but Ivan didn't get his hopes up that this would be their guy, after all it was just one family's friend out of the now seventeen murders. Besides, nobody cleaver enough to have killed so many would openly admit they wanted one of the victims dead, even if they were cocky.
"So what is your relationship with the victim's family?" Ivan asked the man in front of him, who was around 24 years old. Though really, Ivan was wondering how he had gotten roped into not only questioning the daughter's friend, but also re-questioning the family.
"I'm a friend." He sighed out as if annoyed, not seeming very pleased that he was being questioned again, and this time at his own house instead of a chance meeting when Toris and Eduard were walking out of the family's house. He had blond hair and green eyes, standing shorter then Ivan, as most did.
"And what was your relationship with the father?"
"I hated him. I'm not afraid to admit it either, the man was totally like unawesome. And I'll tell you the same thing I told your little cop buddies, I'm glad he's dead!"
"But you didn't kill him?"
"Part of me wishes I did," He snorted, "But no I didn't, but I would shake hands with whoever did off that piss excuse of a person and buy them a drink."
"You do realize that the person who killed him was the Vegas Sevens?" Ivan asked.
"Really? Guess that makes sense, well I don't care. I'm not taking back what I said because he's like some sort of killer."
"Alright, do you have an alibi for the days of April 2 to the 4th?" Ivan asked.
"Probably with Amanda," the daughter, "me and her hang out a lot."
"Alright, I may have some more questions for you later."
"Whatever." Ivan nodded and walked away, going back into his car before driving to the family's house.
"There might be something going on between the daughter and that friend." Eduard hypothesized, "It would make sense. He is twice her age, so if they were fooling around her father would have been angry and taken it out on him. That would explain why he hates the father."
"Or the dad was abusive while he was a drunk." Ivan sighed, scratching his ear and doubted that any of this would get them to find the murderer, "But they might be together, while that is very illegal, why would he kill the other people?" Not everybody who had been killed was a drunk. A lot of people went clubbing in Vegas, whether they were drunks or not so the victims being found in a bar didn't mean that they were all abusive drunks, so that didn't even establish something as simple as a pattern.
"I-I don't know..." Toris muttered, "I think he might be gay..."
"Well he was stylish, but why would he hang out with a fourteen year old girl? That just seems to say pedophile." Eduard shrugged.
"Maybe... He sort of acted like a teenage girl." Toris said quietly.
"You're just saying that because he flirted with you."
"Well he might be bi at least, it's worth looking into, we could see if he has any sort of dating profile or facebook that says what his sexual preference is. It would be easier then chasing our tails guessing."
"Or-" Ivan interrupted, "We could stop questioning one mans sexual preference and question how he would be connected in anyway to the case." They looked at him for a moment.
"I'll see if he's bought a chainsaw or tried registering one." Eduard said, walking away.
"Good, do you have that picture for me?"
"I did my best..." Eduard said, moving to his desk, Ivan stood up and followed him. The tech-savvy blond handed over a five-by-seven picture. Ivan took it and looked at it, well no matter what the other said, that was better then it had been. Some of the details were blurred still, but Ivan looked at the pale white mask that looked like something out of one of those...Jason movies. They wore a bright orange trench coat it looked like that had a hood that covered anything that the mask wouldn't have hidden. They must have used something to keep if from falling off. Black jeans and what looked to be black boots. A white button up shirt and black vest as if to be fancy. The ends of the trench coat were ripped and seemed to be originally green, though everything was stained red, probably from the blood of all his victims, "But you said yourself that nobody would recognize them when fully clothed except the ones who are dead."
"No, the killer would recognize it, and that's what I'm hoping for." That one glint of recognition to come into the eyes and then the denial that would probably follow through.
Alfred laughed loudly, and kept laughing as if it was the funniest thing ever, "This is serious Alfred." The other shook his head, still cracking up. Alfred couldn't help it really, he probably would have smirked way too knowingly at the picture, knowing his plan had worked quite well, so instead he broke out laughing to cover that up, not the best cover but easier to explain. After a moment he stopped, sighing and rubbing one of his eyes to make sure he wasn't crying. Ivan did not look pleased with him.
"Come on dude, you cannot actually be serious." Alfred chuckled again, showing him the picture, "I mean really, it looks like something out of a really cheesy horror."
"That thing that came out of a really cheesy horror has killed seventeen people."
Alfred frowned a that but sighed, shaking his head, "Alright, alright, calm down. It just didn't look like a serial killer alright? But this is the person everybody's after?"
"Da." Ivan said, taking back the picture. Alfred's reaction had been less then satisfying.
"Well he can't be that hard to find, looks like a complete wacko to me." Alfred shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich now that he wasn't in danger of chocking on it anymore.
"They are also smart to have not gotten caught yet." Alfred shrugged again in indifference, chewing slowly on the bite before looking up at Ivan.
"How did you become a FBI agent?"
"Why?" Ivan asked confused.
"Well I mean, I was just thinking and everything, but you seem pretty young and you're clearly Russian, so did you move over here early in life or something?"
"I came to America to go to college, and stayed after that. I worked my way up by doing things, solving cases, arresting people. People take note after awhile if you get things done quicker then others usually do." Ivan muttered.
"I didn't know that somebody born in another country could become an FBI agent."
"Well it is harder because I am Russian and tensions between the two countries are... Well tense, but I suppose I proved enough of a loyal American citizen to them."
"Did you go to school here in Los Vegas ?"
"You are asking a lot of questions Alfred."
"Sorry." The blond laughed, not seeming to really regret it, "I'm curious."
"Well to answer your question: no, I did not go to collage here."
"Yeah... Los Vegas isn't exactly known for it's schools."
"And how is it that you found yourself in ownership of a bar? You are only nineteen."
"Oh yeah, that's kind of why we co-sighed. I mean, I knew Lud and his brother from way back and when they moved here recently Ludwig wanted to start his own bar, found this sweet little place for it - the place now. But the landowner, for some weird reason hated Germans and refused to even talk to him, so we came up with an agreement that we would co-own it. I have to pay the bills and everything in my name but he pays me his half and I get some of the profits and things like that."
"When did you meet them?"
"Erm... Let's see, like three years ago? Gil helped me sneak into a bar and we've kind of been friends since. Then I met Ludwig, his twenty-first birthday was awesome, I don't think I've ever been that drunk in my entire life."
"So you were sixteen?"
"What? No, when he turned twenty-one I was eighteen. Last year."
"You are very open about your drinking. Even to a law enforcer."
"You being a federal agent or whatever doesn't change how I'm going to be or act around you." Alfred snorted, "And that's the fact of it. Now if that's all you wanted, you can leave." He said, shoving the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and walking away from the kitchen to do what he had been doing - improving his video gaming skills for that rematch with Kiku.
"You seem especially friendly today." Ivan observed, though he supposed he shouldn't be too surprised. Alfred didn't respond, laying down on a pillow he had on the floor to hopefully gain his comfortable position, picking the paint brush back up in plans to ignore the taller until he either left or tried creating more conversation.
Ivan hesitated for a moment, seriously considering just leaving. After a moment he sighed and stood up, walking over to sit on the bed behind Alfred, looking down at the others back before at the wall, missing the small smirk that crossed Alfred's face, "What game are you painting?"
"At the moment? Stars." Ivan waited for the other to go into some ellaberate plan, but that didn't happen.
"Is this about our last conversation?"
"You mean why I'm ignoring you? Yep pretty much. If you want to keep it a suspect-cop relationship fine, I get it. I'm pissed about it, but I get it."
"Then why not drop it? I would have thought you did."
"Yeah, I'll drop the fact we slept together and have known each other for nearly a month. You know, that usually establishes some sort of relationship! Whether friends or whatever the fuck you want." He sighed, looking up at Ivan, "Anyway, so yeah I'm a little peeved."
"I didn't know you were a suspect at first."
"Dude, don't kid yourself, when we first slept together we were probably so drunk we wouldn't have remembered each others names. But I can believe you didn't know that time. However, the second time you had a god damn warrant for my hair!"
"Y-yes... And I regretted it afterwards."
"Oh, that's totally going to help your case!" Alfred growled, standing up, "I'm sick of this! Just leave alright, you're really starting to piss me off!" He started towards his bathroom, the only door he could really shut on Ivan face in this situation, which he planned to do, or at least slam it. Mattie would complain later, but for now he would enjoy slamming that door and venting his anger into something that wasn't too dangerously violent.
However, as he stormed past the bed Ivan grabbed his wrist. Ivan wasn't really sure why he had done it himself, and cursed himself a second later. But Alfred stopped, though not looking down at him, "What's with you? You brush me off and when I accept it you stop me from leaving. I doubt you even know what you want."
"Look... I do find you attractive, I admit that. And you are very nice from what I have seen... But I do not trust that you. I do not trust that you are not this murderer I am after." Alfred smiled a bit, looking at him.
"I don't think you realize just how little I trust you. But I'm not asking for your trust, alright?"
"You are asking to pretty much become lovers, da?"
"Something like that."
"How can we do that without trust."
"Well see, that's where the word fuck-buddy comes into play. I can wait until this guy is caught until you start trusting me, as long as this bullshit of you screwing me and then acting like it was such a mistake stops in the mean time." Ivan glared at the other slightly, letting go of his wrist.
"I do not see how I could sleep with somebody who may or may not be a murderer. Because if you are I think that would be worse."
"Why? All we are doing was messing around. It's not like you would know for sure and not like you helped anyway. If you don't do things with people just because they might be bad, you'll get nowhere in life Ivan, not really."
The taller paused in thought for a moment before shaking his head, "And I might get suspended for associating with a suspect."
"You really are just full of excuses, aren't you?" Alfred growled, moving to stand in front of Ivan a moment before moving one of his knees to rest beside Ivan's leg, arm gripping the head of the couch to the left of his head, "If you're so opposed to it, why stop me from leaving then?" Ivan didn't say anything. He knew that he was attracted to Alfred, any idiot would be able to see why, the younger was good-looking that was for sure. Though Ivan usually wasn't attracted to blonds so much, Alfred seemed to be a special case. Still, that aside it was still stupid to let any sort of attraction get in the way of basic logic.
Alfred seemed to have gotten impatient and started planting slow, light kisses along his jawline, Ivan didn't make any move to stop him. Still, he really shouldn't do anything with the other. Not if he was a suspect. Pushing aside the fact he might get kicked off the case, which was a big point, but associating with somebody who could very well be a murderer... It didn't seem right. At all. And yet, Ivan found himself turning his head to meet Alfred's distracting lips. The other hummed in approval, moving his tongue against Ivan's lips as he moved his other leg up to straddle Ivan completely, wrapping his arms around his neck.
Already knowing that his resolve was going to pretty much weaken into nothing, Ivan wrapped his arms around the waist in front of him as he pushed his tongue up against Alfred's before brushing past it into the others mouth. Such a wonderful taste, he groped Alfred's ass, making Alfred omit a muffles gasp and instinctively move closer to Ivan. He wasn't going to complain any at that, re-exploring the others mouth. When Alfred's fingers slipped under his scarf again to rub at the sensitive skin, he had to question why he had let Alfred wrap his arms around his neck.
Moaning and feeling heat rush to his face and pleasure race down his spine, Ivan squirmed a moment, pulling and gripping Alfred's hands to pull them away from the pleasing area before pushing him into the couch, looking down at the slightly panting blond who had a small mischievous smirk on his face. Ivan huffed lightly before attacking the blonds lips hungrily.
Alfred didn't mind at all, reincorporation the rough kiss, mostly teeth and tongue meeting each other more than their lips actually touched. Ivan felt Alfred's legs wrap very tightly around his hips, pulling them very close to each other. Ivan pulled away from the kiss, looking at Alfred who was panting and giving him the most alluring bedroom eyes Ivan had yet to see. He leaned forward, capturing Alfred's lips once again. Alfred pulled at his hands, Ivan letting go of the other.
He felt a hand curl into his hair, and a pull at his jacket where the other hand had clutched onto. Ivan moved his own up under Alfred's shirt, feeling the other as much as possible. Moving a hand to Alfred's back, not wasting much time to worm his hand under Alfred's pants. The blond gasped a bit, hips jerking up at the touch, creating a small amount of friction that made Ivan crave for more as he nipped along the tanned neck that begged to be marked.
The younger pulled at his coat, clearly wanting it gone. Ivan begrudgingly pulled his arms and mouth away from the other to help pull it off. Of course the next to go was his shirt and scarf before Ivan forced Alfred's own shirt off. Not seeming to even really notice the removal of his shirt, Alfred started nipping along Ivan's neck, pinpricks of pain joining the fast building pleasure as Ivan focused on removing Alfred's pants and undergarments, which didn't take long with Alfred lifting his hips to help the process.
Once they were off though he threaded his fingers through Alfred's hair and forced the others head back on the couch and away from his sensitive neck. Panting, he rubbed at the area Alfred had been biting, not missing the mischievous smirk Alfred sent him. Ivan was almost tempted to roll his eyes, but instead he leaned down to bite down on Alfred's neck to leave a dark mark that would last for days to come. Alfred groaned, hands moving down Ivan's shoulders and back to the others jeans and started to pull at them to get them off, despite the pants still being buttoned.
Ivan once again let go of Alfred's neck, undoing his jeans receiving a smile from Alfred as well as the blond doubling his efforts to pull them down. It didn't take long before he accomplished the goal, sitting up to finish pulling them off, he dropped them to the ground next to the couch before Ivan pushed him back into the couch, kissing along the tanned chest. Alfred ran a hand through Ivan's hair, panting even with such little stimulation. "I- there's lube in the table right there if you want." Ivan looked towards the coffee table curiously before finding the drawer Alfred meant.
Moving a hand to the ground to support himself, he leaned over to open it, looking a moment before pulling out the small bottle Alfred was speaking of before closing the drawer. "Most keep it in the bedroom."
"I don't have a dresser... or anywhere to put it..." Alfred muttered as Ivan opened it. He could tell that even without any packaging that it hadn't been used yet. Which he approved of really, that meant that either the blond had bought it recently or hadn't slept with anybody in awhile. While he knew it wasn't true, he chose to believe the latter as he slicked some of his fingers. The younger had already excited him too much to go on with foreplay anymore.
Moving one of Alfred's legs over his shoulders, the blond let out a slightly startled gasp, but tightened his leg around the shoulder slightly. Ivan moved over the other, easily pushing a single finger inside the other. Alfred let out another short gasp, "Ah, that's cold." He complained, shifting against Ivan's fingers.
"Part of my wonders if you even need that much preparation." After a couple thrusts in with his finger, he added a second.
Alfred groaned lightly, leg tightening around Ivan's chest again. "Probably. But I'm not slut. Don't imply it."
Ivan only chuckled out, "I was referring to your... tolerance for pain." Working the two fingers in and out a little longer he quickly adding a third.
Alfred grunted in discomfort. "Sounded like you meant slut. I've told you before you're the only one who I've let top."
"Let? Isn't that a little cocky Alfred?"
"Yes let!" Alfred growled, opening his mouth to continue before Ivan pressed into the small spot of nerves. The argument turned into a very loud moan, Alfred moving back on the fingers, irritation melting into pleasure. Ivan continued to press into that spot awhile, watching Alfred's wanton reactions before the moans and screams as well as the blond eagerly fucking himself on his fingers made him much too impatient. Pulling the fingers out of the blond despite the eager body trying to keep them inside.
Moving closer to Alfred, he wrapped the other tan leg around his hips as the blond was preoccupied with panting heavily, hazy look across his face. Lining himself up with Alfred, the blond's attention seemed to be caught, though the darkened blue eyes only looked up at him to show this. Ivan leaned over the other, connecting their lips once more before starting to press inside. Alfred made a sound into Ivan's mouth, though it was swallowed by Ivan's own moan. The other was certainly still very tight, despite him possibly being a slut.
It wasn't long until Ivan was fully inside of Alfred, lips disconnected so that he could breathe easier. He didn't move for a bit before Alfred made a whining sound, moving his hips around Ivan. Taking it as a clear sign about the other one wanting him to move, Ivan pulled out before pushing back inside harshly. Alfred gasped before letting out a light moan. It must have still hurt slightly then, or else Alfred wouldn't feel much pleasure. Still, his attention to details like that were cut short as he continued to thrust into the other, sometimes alternating between thrusts to try and find the spot from where he remembered it.
Not much time went by before he did find it. Alfred screamed out, rocking his hips back into Ivan's thrusts, muscles around Ivan's need spasming pleasantly making him groan out as well as his pace increased and became rougher but he made sure to hit Alfred's prostate with as many thrusts as he could. He felt nails dig into his shoulders, but the pain wasn't even noticeable past the tight hot pleasure that was quickly building. And if Alfred's frequent screams where anything to go by, the younger was also feeling closer to release with each thrust that penetrated him.
A short time later, Alfred let out a loud scream as he came over both their stomachs. Ivan wasn't far behind him, cumming inside the other with a low groan. He focused on not falling on Alfred as he came down from his orgasm. After a couple moments of just panting heavily, he pulled out of the other, Alfred's leg sliding off his shoulder. But the other used his hands on his shoulders to pull him down to lay on top of the blond, who lazily kissed Ivan's lips.
Smiling, Ivan kissed back a moment before pulling back. "We could move to the bed."
Alfred shook his head, wrapping his arms around Ivan's neck. "No, I'm tired. You can just lay on me... I don't mind." Ivan laid his head down on Alfred's chest, shifting to lay down completely. "Hm... I feel taller then you like this."
"I am simply laying lower than usual."
Alfred hummed in what was close to fascinated uncaring, a very unique combination really. He yawned, moving his hand to take off his glasses and put them aside before wrapping his arm back around Ivan. "G'Night." Alfred said, closing his eyes. Ivan did make a very good blanket actually, even if he was bigger than Alfred.
Alfred tried to bat at the finger poking into his cheek, after a moment he yawned, looking up at whoever had interrupted his sleep. The ablurry image of Matthew came into his vision. Alfred moving his hand to feel beside him before sighing, "He left, didn't he?"
"This morning." Matthew muttered. Alfred grunted, turning over to lay on his stomach, pulling the blanket tight around him.
"Crap, why're you waking me up?"
"You usually don't sleep so late..." Matthew muttered, "Usually your stomach gets you up." As if in answer, his stomach growled loudly.
"Right." Alfred yawned, "Be right down." Matthew stood up fully, nodding in understanding and starting to walk away. Alfred lifted his hand lazily to feel a hickey on his neck. Bastard, just leaving like that. He smiled in spite of the others jack-ass manners, at least Ivan hadn't brushed him off, instead giving in rather easily. Perhaps him being a bastard would fade as well.
"Oh, Al?" Humming curiously, he looked up at his twin, not that he could see him really, just the kind of fuzzy outline, "I um...could kind of hear everything... If you guys are going to... You know... Could you at least keep it down?"
"Oh..." Alfred blushed, burying his face into the pillow. Shit, "Sorry." He muttered into the pillow.
"Yeah, I'm just glad we don't have any neighbors nearby, they'd probably think you were being murdered." Alfred grabbed the pillow and threw it at his brother before curling under the blankets.
"Everybody's so mean to me." Alfred sniffled. Matthew was probably shaking his head or rolling his eyes or something, but whatever. He heard the door shut and close. It wasn't his fault that he was loud when he bottomed, not like it happened all that fucking often anyway so whatever. And he didn't scream quite that loud. Wait, murder! Fuck, what day was it? When had he killed that guy in the factory? A couple weeks ago maybe? Ah, he was too tired to think.
Getting up, he walked hazily to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping inside, letting the water hit him, "Fuck, cold, fuck you you fucking, ah!" He hated being woken up like that, but at least it was starting to get warmer. Well now that he was fully awake - and against his will might he add - he thought about what day it was. April 10. He knew he had something he was suppose to be doing last night. He let his head connect with the shower wall, the thud it made calmed him at least somewhat. He'd have to plan the murder and set up all over again for another day.
Seemed like Ivan wasn't the only one getting distracted by their sex. This might actually be a problem and here he had been thinking he'd be able to have some harmless fun with the other. There went that idea.
After getting completely clean, he hoped that Ivan didn't have an STD or anything, that would seriously suck. Stepping out of the shower and drying off, he walked over to his closet, pulling out some clothes. After getting dressed he went to the bedroom to look through the clothes that were there for his phone, but instead saw it sitting innocently on the end table. He hadn't put that there. Picking it up, he unlocked it to see a draft pop up.
Sorry to leave, I do actually have a job though. I did not look through your phone, I just could not find any paper.
I will think on what you said.
Ivan
Alfred smiled softly, sitting down on the couch. Well maybe he could work around Ivan.
Ivan sighed as they found almost nothing on Felix - the family friend from the last victim. He had moved from Poland when he was about eleven and didn't really have a record beyond his school one. He had never bought or registered a chainsaw as far as Eduard could find. Maybe he could ask Alfred the description of the person who he had sold his chainsaw too, if the other was telling the truth that was. He really didn't know what to do about their...strange relationship.
He had thought a lot about it before, but it seemed he just went in circles. Deep down he knew he would probably end up sleeping with Alfred again, especially if he saw him. It didn't seem like any amount of reasoning would prevent that, it hadn't last time. Shaking his head, he decided he needed to stop thinking about the blond while he was suppose to be focusing on the case. He couldn't afford to be distracted. Opening the file of the man that had been murdered. But he had looked at this, but part of him still bugged him that he had seen this man before, his subconscious trying to tell him something the conscious part of his brain didn't remember.
Tapping a finger against the profile, he let his thoughts wonder in hopes it would somehow provide an answer, sometimes it did. But he quickly felt disapproving as his thoughts wondered to Alfred. Why was he thinking of the blond so much? Sure he might be a suspect, and it was fine to see him like that, but he was thinking of Alfred differently with the sex thrown in. Really, he was a nineteen year old blond who obviously broke the law on several occasions, from stealing to being in a bar and drinking to possibly- wait. Ivan looked back at the person in the picture. That was it.
He had met this man quite a while ago, but he was the man from the bar that Ivan had had a conversation with when he had learned that Alfred stole wallets regularly and owned a bar, "Toris." Ivan said, looking up at the man in question.
"Where's the victim's wallet?"