Sup.

The Ethan / Heisenberg one-night-stand-turned-romance-turned-gay-dads-in-Eastern-Europe AU no one asked for. Screw that, I'm writing it anyway. It's an AU so everyone here is human. No mold, no infections, no putting your hand back on after it was cut off – twice like you're a LEGO figurine.

It was initially posted on AO3 but I figured I could take a chance and post it here too.

So here goes.

Reader discretion is advised. There're themes such as bigotry, abusive relationships and toxic parents. Proceed within your own sensibilities.

This will be your only warning.

So as always, thank you for reading.

When Ethan moved to Europe, he was aware that the winters here could get quite brutal.

Even as he felt it now, it didn't deter him from going outside at night. It did however compel him to move fast through the bitter cold and the snowfall coating the streets in white, thick blankets. Ethan spotted the glaring neon sign of his destination and skipped across the street, past a few parked cars, and towards the wooden door. He entered, reveling in the warmth but kept his coat on as he made his way to the counter and sat down on the hard bar stool.

"Whiskey on the rocks," Ethan sank over the counter, paid the price, and rubbed his hands while the bartender got to work.

Moments later, a cold glass stood in front of him. He could do this. It wasn't his weekend after all. He took his drink and looked around, noting the blank stares in the other patrons' eyes. Maybe this was their impulsive getaway too; a place where they could disconnect and relax, fitting perfectly into the routine that was life.

Ethan liked not to get philosophical; he had already spent plenty of time in his own head during the divorce proceedings. Wondering why, how, and what exactly. And still, he had no answer. Some questions weren't meant to be answered, it seemed.

For what it was worth, he liked his life as it had become. It could have been better; he didn't have to subject Rosemary to changing homes and awkward swaps, but it could be far worse. He could've stuck in those five-two schedules. So, he didn't think to complain, quietly sipping on his drink as he listened to patrons come and go. It wasn't his weekend after all so maybe he could go for a second drink.

Not that he was much of a drinker in general; he just felt like going out tonight.

Ethan peeled his coat off and put it over the back of the chair, warm enough to release his arms into the wild, just as the door went open and a gust of wind almost made him regret that. Heavy footsteps treaded soundly behind him against the wooden floor, which sounded a bit uncommon for the type of people here. The bartender looked up from the glasses she was polishing and sighed, which could imply a whole host of things.

Someone was now next to Ethan and curiosity compelled him to turn his head. Normally he wouldn't bother but tonight wasn't packed and there were stools elsewhere. No need to rub shoulders. He hoped to convey this with the same concerned glare people would give on public transportation when you sat next to them.

Next to him, there was a man, ten or so years older than himself sitting with a thin layer of snow on his wide-rimmed hat. A man that had no right to be as handsome as he was. His hand, covered in black gloves, moved to the pocket of his long coat and pulled out a Cuban cigar. One of those banned in America. It would explain the scent of tobacco radiating off him but not that of rust and metal. Maybe it would explain the numerous scars across his face and thrapple. Maybe those were the reason behind the sunglasses – at night, indoors. Weird as it was, it added to his overall mystique.

Ethan could positively say he had not seen this man before during all the time he had been living here. But then again, the city was a big place. Instantly his mind tried to adjust to the label of newcomer but the way this stranger moved seemed familiar with the bar and its drinks.

"The usual," he said, and the bartender went to work on a Sazerac. Ethan found himself staring at the stranger for far longer than what was socially acceptable. Fascination, curiosity, other feelings Ethan couldn't quite put into words.

The stranger got his drink but didn't give it a taste at first. Not before he turned his head, staring directly at Ethan. He pulled his shades down, revealing a pair of sharp green eyes that contrasted the dull salt and pepper of his hair and beard. Shaped of age, yet…undeniably good-looking.

"Well, well. Not a local here?" he asked calmly, the corner of his lips pulling into an easy smirk. His lack of accent came as a shock.

"Uh, no. But yes. I mean, I moved here a few years ago so…" Ethan blanched and stared right back at his whiskey. His cheeks flushed but he could hide it behind the convenient cold.

"Mm-hm. I can just hear the Americanism off you," the stranger chuckled. He finally lit his cigar and took a few deep puffs of smoke.

Right back at you, the sardonic retort edged at the tip of Ethan's tongue, but he didn't press his luck. His life with the locals had been peaceful if not pleasant so the last thing he needed was to make an enemy.

God knew he already had enough tensions with Mia and Alan.

He mulled over his drink, trying not to think of the awkward revelations when he saw them kiss. He wasn't exactly bitter, just weirded out. His love for Mia had long since died at that point anyway.

"Yeah, it's a long story," Ethan drank the last of the whiskey, feeling it burn all the way through his esophagus and settle in his stomach like a little fire.

"Part of life's rich tapestry," the stranger raised his glass and drank what remained of it in one gulp. The way that his Adam's apple moved shouldn't have been this entrancing, but Ethan had fallen into the bad habit of staring again.

"Heisenberg," the stranger put down his cigar in a nearby ashtray and reached out his hand. It occurred to Ethan that it was his last name and not very Eastern European either. Better safe than sorry. "You're not very subtle with the way you're looking at me, Sir…?"

"Winters. Ethan Winters."

They shook hands and the corner of Heisenberg's mouth pulled into another smile. "Winters, huh? You love this weather, then? The balls-shrinking chill at this time of year?"

Crude as the comment was, it was effective in making Ethan smirk. He rubbed his hand, cataloging the memory of Heisenberg's firm grip. A strong hand for a strong personality – maybe. They just met after all.

"No. If I get any colder, I'd die."

"Autumn is the perfect season if you ask me. Not so cold that you'd get hypothermia but not so warm, you'll reek of sweat before the day even begins," Heisenberg said musingly, and Ethan couldn't help but find it amusing for he looked like the type of man who didn't care about looking presentable, but it added to his charm.

He snapped his finger, and the bartender took his glass to make another Sazerac. Seems like he ordered nothing but that particular drink. He was so assured in every movement of his, oozing confidence and charisma. He wasn't the type of man Mia would want but he was the type of man, Ethan wouldn't mind becoming – or dating. Ethan liked who he was, but he also liked the vibe Heisenberg gave off.

"I usually only get the occasional stink eye when I come here," Heisenberg tipped his shade down the bridge of his nose again. His eyes stared so intently at Ethan like he was trying to gain insight into his soul. "You must be really easy to please if you keep looking at me like that."

"Ah, no, I-I mean…" An unstoppable blush sprawled over Ethan's face as he swallowed. Dammit, he didn't have a proper excuse this time as he wasn't cold anymore so he could only utter a graceless excuse. "Indoor shades."

He wanted to kick himself in the gut for letting those words fall out of his mouth like that and for a moment, he feared Heisenberg would just up and leave. But instead, the man laughed modestly, pushing his glasses back onto his nose again. He smoked the last of his cigar and Ethan tried to subtly waft the smoke away. It would just bring unneeded arguments with Mia if he smelled of tobacco.

"Heh, consider it a fashion statement," Heisenberg stubbed the stub into the ashtray. "You smoke?"

Ethan shook his head, watching Heisenberg's lips pull into a smile. He tipped his shades down again, staring intently at Ethan as if he was trying to see the answer himself. Despite the calmness of his disposition, the intensity of his stare made Ethan blush.

"Right," he moves his glasses up again. "Sorry for polluting you. Drinks are on me so consider that an apology."

He called the bartender over to make more Sazeracs, far stronger than Ethan had ever tasted them. But they did wonders in limiting his inhibitions and he found himself far more talkative than usual, although his attention rested fully on Heisenberg.

At some point throughout the night, Ethan lost track of time and his surroundings for that matter.

He wasn't a heavy drinker, and he was usually home and asleep at this hour but the everlasting youth inside of him compelled him to continue on past midnight. He learned a thing or two about Heisenberg for his troubles; the man owned a factory, and he was an engineer. Apparently, he worked where he lived.

"Last call, gentlemen!" the bartender called out, snatching empty glasses left behind by other patrons. Ethan looked around and found the bar completely empty. He rubbed his eyes and sank into his stool, intoxication having a field day with him.

"You're not so bad, Winters. But you're terrible at holding your liquor," Heisenberg chuckled like an imp.

"Ah," Ethan blushed at his low tolerance echoed back at him. "Haven't been drinking like this since my college days."

"Heh, practice makes perfect."

Before long, they stood out on the open, freezing street, trekking through the snow toward Ethan's apartment. They were only headed in that direction through muscle memory, and it occurred to him now that he didn't know what to do with Heisenberg. As they stood in front of the building, Ethan turned to look at him, unsure of what to say, unsure of what to think.

"Aw, what is this? You're looking at me like you're never gonna see me again," Heisenberg said, amused.

"It's just that…you're really fucking hot," it flew out of Ethan's stupid, fat mouth. And in the moment he realized what he had said, he wanted the earth to split in two and swallow him.

"Well, that's one way of flirting. I'm not immune to it, I must say," Heisenberg grinned, slinging his arm over Ethan's shoulder. It was a rather friendly gesture at what was essentially shameless thirsting. Aside from the handshake, this was the first instance of physical contact between them and it was effective in making Ethan melt.

"So, is this the part where we engage in a one-night stand with the help of alcohol? Wanna invite the vampire in?" Heisenberg grinned. He leaned closer until their faces were inches apart. In the ruthless could, Ethan's skin stirred alive with warm breath.

And in his haze, he nodded.

They made it inside the apartment, into the warmth. Ethan thought he could sober up somewhat and act with a notch of grace but the moment, he took off his coat, Heisenberg leaned closer, trapping him against the door. Time itself felt like it had slowed down when their lips touched. It took an embarrassingly long time for Ethan to realize what was happening but when he did, he fully surrendered.

He parted his mouth just an inch, welcoming the wet, warm tongue brushing against his own. Contrary to his cool and assured persona, Heisenberg was a dominant, insistent kisser. He grabbed Ethan by the jaw and held him in place, pinning him against the door. Desire began to surge inside of him; the rush of attraction, the thrill of sleeping with a stranger. He moved his hands across Heisenberg's broad chest and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Just so you know, I don't have condoms or lube," Ethan breathed out, internally feeling addicted to the warmth. He had no shame in wanting more, clutching the collar of Heisenberg's jacket.

"There are other ways to get off, right?"

"I mean, yeah?" Ethan had to bite his lip to contain the giddy smile that threatened to break his face in half.

A grin spread across Heisenberg's lips.

"That's good," he purred, pressing his lips against Ethan's.

Everything happened so fast from then on out and in that amount of time, Ethan felt like his mind had gone blank and his body loosened up. Hands got a firm hold of his hips, tugging them closer to Heisenberg's groin like he was getting impatient. Somehow, they made it through the modest apartment, stumbling their way to the bedroom without breaking something or getting wounded.

Their clothes ended up strewn around them, creating a trail all the way to the bed. Before long, Ethan sat down on the mattress. His pants had been unbuttoned but they still hung around his hips so he wrung them off, catching a glimpse of something small and shiny in Heisenberg's hands.

Oh. He came prepared.

The streetlights poured in through the windows, revealing his bare chest and the numerous wounds that riddled his body. All scars. Some were small, others larger. It left Ethan as curious as he was aroused; Heisenberg's strong body was a sight to behold. He didn't give any time for admiration of his body before he crawled on top of Ethan, hunger burning in his eyes.

"Top or bottom?" he asked, and Ethan had little idea of what he meant for a moment.

"Yes," he could only breathe out and his reward was a hearty laughter that sent heat and warmth boiling through his entire body alongside the deep kiss that almost unraveled him. Wet, delicious sounds filled the bedroom, accompanied by Ethan's gentle, needy moans. He slid his hands over Heisenberg's chest, over his collarbone, and around his neck, carding fingers through long strains of hair, fingers brushing against more scars.

He settled over Ethan, kissing his chest and leaving a trail across the skin with his tongue. In the chill of the season, it was like white-hot steel. Ethan's breath hitched in his chest, and he sucked in a shuddering gasp that ended with a single curse. "Fuck."

"We will in just a moment, Mr. Winters," Heisenberg murmured with a devilish chuckle. He moved upwards, kissing and biting Ethan's collarbone and the hollow of his throat. Every movement of his oozed with experience, attuning to every sensation that came over Ethan with the way he panted and twitched, desire screaming at him to get his hunger sated already.

"Lube?" he asked, his voice hoarse with lust. Without uttering a word, Heisenberg searched through the pockets of his pants and took out a little tube. It was like he had foreseen this night ending in sex. Or maybe he was just into one-night stands.

It had been many and many a year since Ethan had engaged in sex with men, let alone bottomed. He tried to hide his attraction to the masculine gender on top of women once he met Mia. She was fine with it except when she was not. Paranoia got the better of her at times when she feared he'd leave her. Or bring back a "bug" as she gracelessly put it.

In reality, Ethan didn't know why he was thinking about his ex-wife while he coated his fingers with lube to stretch out. The discomfort was dull but instant and it just brought memories of unneeded arguments, only to be obliterated by a hand wrapping around his cock.

He looked up and saw Heisenberg looming over him, slowly stroking his dick until it was fully erect. Heisenberg's hand was rough and calloused without gloves, creating intense friction that sent tremors across Ethan's body. He sucked in a sharp breath, shifting on the bed as he spread his legs.

Realistically, it only took but a few moments before Heisenberg opened the condom and applied it but for Ethan, it was far too long. He lifted his leg, anticipation overcoming him in tandem with Heisenberg leaning closer and slowly easing himself into Ethan.

That ancient feeling of fullness forced a sharp groan out of Ethan. He curled his toes at the feeling of getting stretched out fully, the dull pain faded into rapture almost overwhelming him. He gripped the sheets of the bed, letting his legs be claimed and lifted upwards while he adjusted to the feeling.

Moments later Heisenberg moved with shallow thrusts but it was effective in making Ethan writhe in delight. His mouth moved agape, shameless moans spilling from his lips. He wrapped a hand around his erection and jerked back and forth, pleasure rippling through his body with each stroke.

The pain vanished in a blur and a haze of intoxication and sex clouded his mind. It had been so long, and Heisenberg was a devilishly good lay, brutal with hard, deep thrusts that hit that sweet spot over and over again. He had a great dick; thick and firm, edged with experience.

It was all too much, a bit too soon but it felt so good. Ethan could feel himself unraveling. He pressed his head back against the pillow, a bubble of heat gathering in his stomach until it all burst into a mind-numbing orgasm. Wide-mouthed, Ethan came with a strained sob, staring into the dim ceiling, overwhelmed by the shockwaves passing over him while cum stained his hands and shot across his stomach. His body twitched in tandem with a few hard thrusts and the shuddering Heisenberg reaching climax.

"Holy shit…" Ethan sighed, trying not to move with the semen all over his hand and stomach. His legs were released and dropped down to the sheets, recovering from a bruising grip. He looked over at Heisenberg, seeing the sweat glistening off his forehead and bare, hairy chest.

"My word, you made such a mess," he grinned.

To this, Ethan couldn't but laugh. "Yeah, well. I blame you. Wipes are in the kitchen."

Heisenberg headed out the doorway and Ethan could lay here and sober up. And little by little, there was some shame settling over him. He was acting like a wild college kid, sleeping with a stranger when he was actually a responsible father. If Mia caught wind of this, she'd never let him live that down.

He sat up, just in time for Heisenberg to come back with a box of wipes. As they cleaned up, neither of them said a word to the other, not until Ethan lay comfortably under the comforters. He looked at Heisenberg's bare back, noting the way the shoulder blades moved in rhythm with his arms. He had a strong body, probably shaped by years of hard steelwork.

"You want to stay the night?" Ethan asked, courtesy compelling him to act responsibly. "Since it's cold out and I don't know where you live."

"Thought you'd never ask," Heisenberg turned around with a grin on his face.