Chapter Warnings: Drug use, alcohol use, DenAme, RusEng if you squint reeaaallly hard, dubcon, there's almost rape but Ivan stops it
It'd been two weeks. Alfred's omega friend's heat had passed, but they let another week go by just to be safe and to get the scent off him. Alfred had invited them all to a quaint little restaurant in the beta community part of campus, as a neutral ground of sorts. Ivan was introduced to a brunet beta with dark green eyes named Toris, who was from Lithuania; an Estonian beta named Eduard, who had longish short pale blond hair and glasses; and the omega from Latvia named Raivis, who had baby blue eyes and short, messy dark blond hair. Raivis was jumpy, even for an omega, although Ivan soon learned he was in the middle omega level.
Lunch was uncomfortable, from the waiter spilling the drinks over Ivan to the awkward conversations. Even Alfred, who was usually excellent at breaking the ice, couldn't find a way to clear the awkward away. Anything the betas or omega said, Ivan had something to say back in response; everything quickly turned political and into a typical chain of command discussion. Raivis or the betas would say something and either Ivan or Alfred would squash it with a firm rebuttal. Nature couldn't be helped, and it was nature after all for alphas to never let an omega or beta win an argument.
The bill was split and everyone hastily left, eager to get out of the restaurant and back to the comfort of their own dorm. But for Ivan and Alfred, the discomfort continued even back in their room. The incident with running into each other when one was nude, and then walking in another time to find the other doing things was just plain weird and when they looked at each other and made eye contact, they'd remember those encounters and snap their heads in another direction, blushing. Otherwise, the pair hadn't fought.
At least not physically. There were days when they'd butt heads over something old like which one had higher birth rights due to ancestry, and it'd end with bickering over the other's "horrible dinner" or something of that nature, and one or both would leave to blow off steam. And then there were times it'd turn into emotional assault. Alfred would accuse Ivan of being cold hearted and unsympathetic, and Ivan would retaliate by saying Alfred was too immature and incapable of helping anyone but himself. The insults and words were often harsher than that, but they got over their squabbles and apologized within a few days.
Alfred sighed and pulled his book out of his backpack, setting it on the kitchen counter before opening the fridge to get a drink. Ivan spied the book cover and smirked a little, "What an interesting book, Fredka."
Alfred turned and glared at him, "Yeah, so? Who cares…and don't call me Fredka, commie." He reached for his book.
Ivan snatched it away from him, "At least my nickname for you is not insulting or derogatory. I could call you all sorts of foul things in Russian and you'd never know if I was complimenting or insulting you. On the contrary, you think you're so high and mighty because you're an American. Wrong."
"Shut up and give me my book back," Alfred snarled, setting the cup down and stalking over to Ivan.
"So short," Ivan cooed as if he were talking to a small child, and he extended his arm with the book high up. Alfred jumped to grab it, resulting in Ivan jerking his arm back and downwards. The blond bespectacled America hissed and lunged for it again. Ivan held it back up above Alfred's reach, although he didn't expect when Alfred pinched his side. Yelping at the sensitivity, Ivan dropped the book in favor of curling his arms around himself and scooting away from Alfred.
"You should've just given me my book back," Alfred told him, bending down and scooping up the object.
Ivan snorted and stood straight again, "You know the Alpha Rho Eta fraternity invited us to their party tomorrow night, right?"
" " Alfred asked in astonishment, "I didn't think they'd ever invite someone like me. I could see if they invited you to one of their parties, but me?"
"The invite in the mail this afternoon had both of our names. Said to dress like for a normal party. Just for alphas, it says, and it is being held at the Underground," Ivan replied.
Alfred settled on the couch and cracked his book open, "Does it have an address?"
"It doesn't. These types of things never do. It makes it so only intelligent ones can find it. But there is a riddle here to help us find where the Underground is. I've already figured it out, but I'll see if you want to try solving it first."
Alfred waved his hand, "Nah, just tell me when we should be going. I trust you enough to follow you there."
The duo arrived at the alpha exclusive party about half an hour after it officially started. The place wasn't actually underground, but was rather the name of a club that had two levels of basements. Of course those basements had been renovated where one was more of a dancefloor complete with a disco ball and vibrant, blinding balls of colorful light. And the second level down, well, that was a level for the ones who got a little too crazy and needy. And naturally the ground floor that one walked into was a bar with a stage and a pole on it, one end rooted into the stage and the other fastened to the ceiling. It seemed it wasn't exactly alpha exclusive either. Poor drugged up omegas were flirting with alphas in desperate attempts to get rid of the undesired pure want in their bodies. Alfred was disgusted with it and sat down in a bar stool, opening a tab and ordering a whiskey. Ivan only chuckled and sat down next to him, asking for vodka and earning a raised eyebrow from the American next to him.
Ivan wasn't sure when Alfred had gotten up and stumbled down the stairs to the area where most of the attendees were. The Russian just sighed at his loss of somewhat silent company and ordered his third bottle of vodka (making the bartender give him a concerned look). He dropped his money on the bar and took his bottle before headed down the stairs to check up on Alfred. It'd be a shame if he had to carry the poor fool back to their dorm because he passed out… Thankfully there were seats down on this level too, close to the walls.
The only available seat he could find was one next to a sandy blond man with bright green eyes and ridiculous eyebrows. He huffed and sat down, not caring if the seat was being saved. Despite pretty much everyone being an alpha, he could probably still sweep them off their feet and have their faces meet the floor before they could react. As he took sips from his vodka he scanned through what he could see of the crowd, looking for his roommate. About ten minutes later he found Alfred dancing with a shorter man with violet eyes and a bright attitude. The Russian alpha was quite enjoying Alfred making a fool of himself with his American dance moves in a British dominated club. Were there really even cultural differences when it came to party dance moves? Maybe he'd had too much to drink already…oh well.
"Does he tickle-your-fancy?" A voice interrupted Ivan's watching of the goofy American.
He turned to look at the sandy blond with enormous eyebrows from earlier, "Hm?"
"The Yank. You like him?" He asked, English accent heavy. Ivan mentally noted the several beer bottles set down next to his chair.
Ivan shrugged, "He's my roommate. I have to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. The idiot would probably trip over his own shoelaces and bust his head. Lord knows I'm not carrying him back to the dorms. He's a heavy fatass."
"You've been under him before?"
"What?" Ivan blinked, "He's my roommate. He squashes me when he wants the couch for himself. If, comrade, you are implying I am gay, then you are wrong."
The British alpha snorted and took a few gulps from his beer, "You Russians are so uptight and most of you are in denial." The two looked over at Alfred again before Arthur continued, "You know the lad is gay, right?"
"Hm? Yes, I knew. It doesn't bother me, but how do you know?"
"I can smell it. I grew up in London. In such a big city you either develop a sharp sense if smell for those things or you drown yourself in alcohol and fuck whatever you can get your dick in. I'm more sensible than the latter. Gay alphas have their own scent. You can tell they're still alphas but they tend to have a more sweet tang to their scent like an omega about to go into heat. It's barely noticeable though, unless you're used to detecting it," the other explained.
"I see..." Ivan muttered. He grew up with limited social interaction and there were days he found it hard to tell an alpha from a beta.
The sandy blond smirked a little, "I'd personally find it quite fun to tie the little bastard down and fuck him senseless, but he's an upper level alpha. I don't have much of a chance. Ah well, I wouldn't try anyway. There's a little beta I'm courting and it wouldn't do much good to have another's scent so deep in my clothes. But he could show a bit more respect for my attempts to court him...damn French frog..." He scowled and finished off his bottle.
"Surely you are not talking about the beta Francis Bonnefoy?" Ivan asked.
"Yeah. That's the bastard...he has shitty friends... Regardless, that doesn't matter right now really. You need to unwind. You're so uptight, as all Russians are, and the only cure is a mate who knows fun and excitement."
"You-" Ivan was cut off.
"That's right. You're an upper level alpha. Here's what you do. You take him back to your dorm and you mate the idiot. There'll probably be a good tussle for dominance but you don't let him win, you hear? Get him down under you and hold him tight. Then you work him up, play with him, I'm sure he likes that shit. And then you better not let your efforts go to waste. You need to knot in him. Make him know he's under you. You'll more than likely need to reinforce this a few times but it'll be worth it. I'm pretty sure he's got a big cock." The short alpha paused in his rambling and leaned in closer to Ivan, "I think you have a big cock too."
Ivan found himself leaning away as the other leaned in. "Pardon?"
"All upper level alphas do," he smirked before straightening out again and looking back over at Alfred, "Looks like Mathias is stealing your soon to be mate."
Ivan glared at the smaller alpha's word choice but looked over, frowning a little at what he saw. A tall, pale skinned made with spikey blond hair was taking advantage of a very drunk Alfred currently, his hands on Alfred's ass, grinding their hips together. Ivan growled softly at what he saw and set his vodka down before getting up and walking over to this Mathias character. "I'll watch your drink!" The English man called out with a laugh at Ivan's display of obvious jealousy. Ivan found himself wondering when he started caring for Alfred's safety.
Yet as soon as he arrived, the song ended and Mathias let go, walking off into the crowd. Alfred stumbled drunkly when someone elbowed him and the Russian alpha grunted at suddenly having an armful of American. "Hey Ivy," Alfred grinned stupidly.
Painfully aware of the bushy eyebrowed man watched Ivan scowled and set Alfred upright again, "Is Ivan. Not Ivy."
Alfred giggled like a small child and poked Ivan's cheek, "Your accent is thicker when you've had some drinks."
Ivan swatted his hand away from his face, "We need to be leaving soon before...regrettable things happen. You are much too drunk to be making on the fly decisions right now."
Alfred looked at his watch, "It's only eleven can we just stay another hour?"
"Fine," Ivan sighed, "Just try not to do anything stupider than normal please?"
The slightly shorter alpha grinned and bounced off into the crowd. Ivan returned to his seat ad groaned, sliding down in it and snatching up his bottle, finishing it off. The sandy blond alpha was looking at him with gleaming eyes, "So?"
"I'm not drunk enough to consider your oh so generous offer," he glared.
He laughed loudly, drunkly, "I like you. You can call me Arthur."
"Ivan," he replied under his breath. If Arthur continued to talk, Ivan had chosen to ignore him. He was between watching Alfred stumble around like a klutz or making sure Mathias didn't try to bother his roommate. He checked his watch. He could go for another glass or two of vodka but it'd be best to stay as sober as he could be if he needed to react. It was almost twelve now. He was about to go get Alfred when Matthias strode over, wrapping an arm around Alfred's waist and pulling him close.
Maybe the two were dating? Though Ivan never once recalled Alfred saying so, and there was something off about this. Or maybe Arthur was right..? He followed the two upstairs to the bar area, suspicious of Mathias' intentions. Two beers ended up in front of them and Ivan sat down a few bar stools away, getting himself a virgin drink. Their drinks were gone swiftly and they left their money on the bar before headed back downstairs.
Ivan sighed and took his time, swirling the plastic ice cubes in his drink. When he was done he headed down to the dance floor again, looking for Alfred to take him back to their dorm. Yet after fifteen minutes of searching he couldn't find them. He growled in frustration and leaned against the wall, unsurprisingly next to Arthur. "If you're looking for Mathias he took your mate down another level."
"Alfred isn't my mate you-"
"Something about sex," Arthur interrupted.
A small jolt of raw alpha power left Ivan but he reeled it back in quickly. A few alphas looked confused and the dancing had ceased, while the omegas and betas there for entertainment looked quite afraid and nervous at sensing an angry alpha. Ivan ignored the stares and took three steps at a time down to the lowest level. It was quiet down here, the loud music from above barely audible. Soundproof rooms must have been installed here. That certainly complicated things, Ivan frowned. He tried to catch Alfred's scent mingled in with the strong smells of desperate omegas.
It took a decent amount of time but he found the room; third on the left with rich purple curtains covering the door to signify the room was occupied. Testing the doorknob, he was surprised to find it unlocked but he pushed into the room anyway, growling and letting his authority fan out. Clothes had been tossed messily to the floor and Ivan's snarling only grew at finding Alfred on the bed on his back under the other alpha.
"Ay! The curtains were down you dolt!" Mathias snapped in irritation. Ivan always seemed to have good timing, seeing as the spikey haired alpha was about to penetrate Alfred. And poor Alfred was panting and whining miserably like an omega in heat, so desperate to have something in him. "Hey, didn't you hear me? Get out!"
Ivan frowned deeper, "You are the one needing to get out, comrade."
"He's not yours," Mathias narrowed his eyes.
"He isn't yours either," Ivan retorted.
"He's about to be. Such an untouchable creature..."
Ivan advanced, fuming and ready to pull Mathias to the floor, "You only want to be able to claim you've fucked the virgin alpha and nothing more."
"At least I want something from him. You're just jealous that you won't be able to have him," Mathias retorted. A whine from Alfred had Mathias hushing him gently.
The Russian bristled, "I would not need drugs or violence to bed him." He regretted those words the second they fell from his lips.
Mathias turned his head to look at a now unsure Ivan. He gave a cocky grin, "Is that a challenge?" Ivan didn't reply, simply being uncertain of exactly how to reply. Mathias' grin widened, "Fine then. You have until the end of the semester to lay claim to him. If you don't then he's mine."
"And if I do not take your offer up?" Ivan asked.
"Then I'll just take him right here and now. Or we could just go with the challenge but both fuck him right now."
Ivan's glare returned, "Nyet. I will accept your offer only if you get out now."
The shorter alpha seemed to be weighing his options, looking over Alfred and trying to sense if it'd be a missed opportunity. Finally he sighed and got up, reluctantly pulling his clothing back on. "The drug wears off quicker if he gets a dick in him. Otherwise he'll be a mess for three more hours." At that he walked from the room, calling from the hall, "The rest of the semester! That's all you've got if you want him that badly!"
Ivan hissed and slammed the door shut, locking it this time. He sighed, rage dying down and looking over pitifully at the poor drugged up American. Damn... Without anger clouding his senses now he was starting to feel the effects of the drug himself. Alfred's scent was just so tender. So sweet and inviting- no. He couldn't do that. Taking advantage of Alfred...he just couldn't. Still, there really should be some toys or something in one of the drawers in the room that he could at least try to help Alfred... Opening the top drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, Ivan couldn't help but blush at the rather vast array of sex toys that were crammed into the drawer. Did anybody even clean these between sessions?
A needy whine from Alfred had Ivan shutting the drawer and sitting on the bed next to Alfred empty handed. He didn't dare touch the other alpha in his current state, "Sorry Fredka. It's going to be like this for a while. I'm not going to take advantage of you like that."
The next hour dragged by slowly, consisting of Alfred's begging and Ivan pushing the other away while trying to keep himself in check. He sighed, "Put your pants on at least and I'll lay down next to you..."
Alfred seemed hesitant but ended up tugging his boxers on, then pulling Ivan down on the bed next to him. Perhaps inhaling the other's scent would help. Ivan grumbled softly but ran a hand through Alfred's hair, stroking it gently and trying to soothe him. The gentle touches seemed to work, seeing as the American alpha slowed down, taking more even breaths now and falling into a state of rest. The calmer air allowed Ivan to finally breathe and he closed his eyes.
It turned out to be a mistake on his part for letting his guard down. Alfred shifted suddenly and Ivan had no time to react as Alfred withdrew handcuffs and had them locked around Ivan's wrists, then attached to an additional lock on the wall seemingly for just this type of thing. Ivan cursed in Russian, spitting fury and glaring at Alfred. "Fredka don't! You are under ill effects of drugs-"
"Maybe an hour or so ago but not currently...well...not as badly, anyway. Still drunk? Probably," he shrugged.
Ivan growled and gave a harsh tug at his restraints, wincing a little at the pain he caused himself, "This was a setup."
The younger laughed softly and put a hand on Ivan's chest, "No, not at all. I didn't expect for the other alpha to get involved."
"You were planning on drugging me in the first place?" Ivan hissed in irritation, wriggling around to get Alfred away from him.
"Nah. Mostly the plan was to see if I could get you laid but...hmm...too many drinks you know?" He fiddled with Ivan's light jacket, then slid the Russian's t-shirt up, exposing his chest. "You're nice to look at, has anybody ever told you that?"
"Da, I have been told that before, now let me go-" He stopped mid insult as Alfred raked his nails over his chest, scratching at his nipples in a surprisingly nice way. The nails became soft fingertips that traced over his muscles when Alfred changed his hand position. Ivan hissed out, "So what? You didn't get a fuck buddy and now you are going to rape me?"
"Rape is a strong word. But no. I'm not," Alfred's hands slid down to unfasten the button of Ivan's jeans, tugging down the zipper. Ivan gave a warning noise and tried to shift away as best as he could, gasping when Alfred squeezed at his groin. "Stop trying to squirm away. You're not getting fucked, big guy, I'm riding you."
Ivan lay there, mouth open and at a loss for words. Alfred laughed and Ivan shut his mouth, looking away, suddenly shy. The younger used Ivan's silence and pause in movements to jerk his pants off, boxers following suit quickly before I can could protest more. He frowned a little seeing how the Russian wasn't erect and looked back up at his face, "Don't like topping from the bottom?"
"No," he retorted, edge returning, "I like my partners to be fully submissive to me."
"Too bad," Alfred gave a sly smirk, "And don't think about trying to kick me or I'll tie your legs down too. I wouldn't mind giving you a gag either." That got Ivan's attention. He felt Alfred's weight leave him but watched silently as the blue eyed blond settled his head between his legs, gingerly wrapping his lips around the head of Ivan's manhood.
Ivan let out a soft gasp at the contact. Sure he'd gotten head before but it had been many years... Something within him was pleased it was another alpha sucking him off. Still, he wasn't too thrilled about the handcuffs. He had to wonder if this was just random sex or if it was mating...he would've liked to have done it more traditionally and lovingly if it was mating, though he had a gut feeling it was just going to end up being sex. Oh, but if they did end up as mates...well...he was fine with taking care of the younger alpha but there would be a lot to worry about.
Ivan was snapped out of his thoughts by lewd noises from Alfred, who had his eyes closed and hands massaging Ivan's inner thighs. Alfred was quite pleased with his work, already having worked Ivan up. A hand left Ivan's pale thigh in favor of lightly fondling his balls, making Ivan groan ever so softly. Alfred pulled his mouth off Ivan's cock, giving a few more obscene licks. The hand lightly grazing Ivan's balls moved to stroke his erection now instead, mouth shifting a little lower to suck and tease Ivan's sac.
Ivan bit his lower lip, chewing it raw as Alfred teased his lower regions and brought him to a full erection. He longed for his hands to be free, either to be able to muffle his approval or push Alfred's head closer. The older alpha was glad the walls were soundproof. In spite of not making a lot of noise, he was embarrassed by the few sounds that did escape (much to Alfred's disappointment).
And suddenly Alfred's soft, warm, teasing mouth was gone and Ivan fought to hold in a whine of disapproval at his loss. How uncharacteristic of him to behave as a wanton omega. Alfred straddled Ivan's hips, letting Ivan's manhood press against his ass but not allowing him what they both wanted. Instead he pressed three of his fingers to Ivan's lips, "If you're good and suck then you'll get a nice show."
Curse Alfred for being such a brat. Hesitantly he opened his mouth to suck on the fingers Alfred presented to him. He was pretty sure there was lube somewhere in the room but Alfred was being a typical dumb American alpha. He was also beginning to notice a pattern. If he said no about something happening between them it usually happened within a few hours of him denying it happened. Ivan gagged a little and glared up at Alfred. "Your thoughts keep wandering, babe. Focus on me." In response for getting lightly choked, Ivan bit Alfred's fingers. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to reciprocate the earlier pain.
While the Russian sucked on his fingers, Alfred used his free hand to stroke himself, sighing happily at giving himself the attention. Not much alter Ivan gave a gentle nip and Alfred withdrew his fingers. "Good boy," Alfred praised and the older alpha rolled his eyes. "As promised, you get a show now." With that Alfred reached back and pressed a finger into himself, letting out a soft whine.
Ivan watched as the younger alpha stretched himself out, making lewd noises and beautiful expressions. Ivan tugged at his handcuffs again, wanting to touch the American so badly. Alfred clicked his tongue a little, as of telling Ivan to stop and pressing in another finger with a slight groan.
"Do you play with yourself often?" Ivan asked with a soft chuckle, mildly surprised at how thick his accent had come out.
Alfred shivered. He tended to have a problem with foreign accents... "No, you jerk...okay...maybe..." He looked down at Ivan's erection, "God you're so big..."
"I assume that is compliment?"
"Yes, big guy, it's a compliment," Alfred snorted, scissoring his fingers inside himself and falling mostly silent again, chewing his bottom lip.
The Russian alpha couldn't help but look over Alfred, currently in a hazy state of mind. The blond's bangs were stuck to his face from sweat, although that stupid little cowlick remained upright and stubborn as ever, swaying with Alfred's motions. The younger's tan lines were faded now as he was returning to a pale color. Part of Ivan was disappointed with this, having liked the rich tan color Alfred sported earlier in the school year. Alfred's eyes were closed, trying to focus on his task. Ivan continued to observe. A little pudge around his stomach but there was the very faint outline of abs. Alfred's arms were well muscled too, not ripped like a professional wrestler but nice enough. His legs looked strong as well, though not as strong as his own, but he assumed Alfred did not do ballet or Cossack dancing from the young age of seven, either.
Ivan let out a soft gasp when he felt a hand wrap around his erection again, glancing at Alfred's face once more to find that the American was preparing to sink down on him.
The pain that washed over them both was nearly unbearable. Ivan hissed at feeling Alfred's sudden tight heat around his cock and Alfred let out a whimper upon realizing Ivan's full size. For a while they both remained as motionless as possible, struggling to see if adjustments could be made. Had Alfred been an omega there would've been natural slick and a more accommodating body for Ivan, and little to no pain for Alfred.
"Fredka-" Ivan started to let Alfred know if he wasn't ready then another time could be arranged for them to continue, but Alfred hushed him.
"We're not stopping now after already getting this far...gh...just...wait a little more..." Silence aside from unsteady breathing. Alfred gave a soft, forced chuckle, "Well... we know next time to use more lube then."
'Next time?' Ivan nearly asked but held his tongue.
A long time passed before the American began to shift his hips. Even then he made sounds of discomfort and pain but kept going regardless. He hardly lifted himself an inch or so before sliding back sex was drawn out, painful for both parties and hardly enjoyable. Alfred sighed and eventually gave up, undoing the Ivan's handcuffs before going down and sucking the Russian off to completion. Ivan wanted to at least return the favor but Alfred waved him off and jerked himself to completion.
AN:/ I really can't even comprehend what's going on. I got halfway done with this shortly after chapter two months ago and I'm just now proofreading it, unacceptable. If you can't tell, the last part of this chapter was a shoddy attempt at a hasty finish to this because I can't find the willpower to even try to continue it. But no worries, there are still plans to continue the fic itself. R&R please?
Love, Alex