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Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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So, do people want to see smut in this? Or shall instances of sex be PG-13ish?

Ivan glanced at his Rolex for the thousandth time, annoyed with himself for showing up too early. He was cold, and he kind of had to pee. But wait he did. He didn't want to miss him, and moving hurt, anyway. Not that he was a wimp when it came to pain, but why hurt if he didn't have to?

At long last, a bus pulled up to a nearby stop, and among the exiting crowd was a be-cowlicked head of gold hair. Alfred instantly caught sight of Ivan, waiting near the bar's entrance, and waved enthusiastically, face lighting up like the sun. Ivan felt better about his long wait already.

“Hey!” Alfred, apparently over his bout of shyness yesterday, flung himself at Ivan and hugged tight. Taken by surprise, Ivan stumbled back a step, wincing. “You're really here! I mean, I didn't doubt you or anything, I just thought maybe last night was a dream or something, you know?”

“It wasn't,” Ivan assured him. “How was your day?”

“Good!” Alfred stepped back. “No deliveries on the weekend for me. Today I hung out at home, but if you wanna do something away from my work early tomorrow...”

“That would be nice.” Ivan had tucked the second bouquet of flowers in an inner pocket to keep it safe from prying eyes. He retrieved it, grateful that it had survived intact in there. “Here.”

“Aww!” Alfred accepted the flowers, eyes sparkling. “Are you not the sweetest thing?”

Ivan coughed, unsure of how to respond. It was his first time giving flowers to a date. “Well, we should-”

“You're from the biggest country in the world,” Alfred interrupted.

Ivan stared at him, baffled by the random spewing of a well-known factoid. “Yes?”

Alfred nodded. “Moscow's the capital and largest city. Saint Petersburg's the second largest, and used to be the capital.”

“Why-”

“The flag's white, blue, and red, and the national symbol thingy is a two-headed eagle. Which is pretty cool, 'cause both our countries have the whole red white and blue and eagle things going on.” Alfred beamed. “There've been like five thousand different types of government. Ballet and hockey are popular. There's pretty buildings. And a lot of the country is really fucking cold.”

Ivan was finding it hard not to laugh. “You should let your brother do the studying.”

“Hey, he was doing book studying today, so I got the internet!”

And for some reason, Ivan couldn't help but feel touched. Alfred's free time was precious, and he spent it looking up facts about Russia. Granted, they were facts one would expect to find in a grade school student's paper, but it was the thought that counted.

“Can we go inside?”

“Oh, sure!” Alfred walked over to the door with that ever-present bounce in his step. Ivan's smile grew. Alfred really was life. He followed after the boy as well as he could, hoping he did not see. But the world was not that kind, and Alfred glanced over his shoulder too quickly for Ivan to stop. “You're limping!” Well, it wasn't like he could have hid that forever.

“It's nothing,” Ivan said with a wave of his hand.

“What happened?” Alfred returned to Ivan's side.

Ivan hated himself for lying to Alfred, but he knew he was going to have to get used to it. “I stumbled this morning getting out of bed, ran right into the nightstand.”

Alfred winced in sympathetic pain. “I do that a lot.” To Ivan's relief, he did not pry further or try to tend to his leg. The discovery of bandages wrapped around it would kill that excuse. “It should be okay tomorrow, right? So we can walk around somewhere?”

“It will be fine.”

“Good.” Alfred smiled at Ivan, and suddenly, he was once again the shy and nervous boy he had been last night. A light dusting of pink covered his cheeks. “Say...”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you again?”

Oh. Ivan nodded. “Of course.” They had only shared two chaste kisses. He certainly wouldn't mind more. His breath caught as he looked down into Alfred's flushed, eager, honest face. His summer sky eyes were open wide, lips parted slightly, looking very inviting. Alfred wrapped his arms around Ivan, leaning up to touch their lips together. Ivan hesitated, not sure what to do with his own hands. He finally decided to be daring, and settled them on the boy's hips. He ran his tongue along Alfred's lips until they parted further, granting him access to the sweet, hot mouth. Oh, it was nice. The boy's youth and flustered kissing had led Ivan to thinking maybe he was... inexperienced. But no, he had kissed before. Either that, or he was a very quick learner. His tongue danced with Ivan's, and his hands roamed and explored.

Ivan finally, gently pushed Alfred away, drawing in a much-needed breath. “All right. Not too much before you have to go to work.”

Alfred chuckled—if he didn't know any better, Ivan might have even called it a giggle—and turned back toward the bar. “Yeah. Work. Geez, sorry our dates are so lame. Work and fast food.”

“Tomorrow we will make up for it,” Ivan said, limping after Alfred. “But for now, I think I will make use of your restroom.”

“All right. Vodka will be waiting.”

“Thank you.”

And so Ivan found himself again idly sipping his drink while waiting for Alfred to be free for a moment between serving drinks so they could chat (the flowers sat in a bit of water in a beer mug, which Alfred kept close at all times). Yes, they would definitely have to find something nice to do tomorrow. But with two busy people, they had to make do as best they could. At least Alfred had a job where he was free to chat. Ivan found himself wondering if he was allowed to have a passenger when he delivered food. No, that would be silly.

“Heh,” Alfred said at one point, chopping into a lemon. “Hope they're off duty. Don't want trouble in here. Or drunk cops on duty...”

“What?” Ivan turned, wincing at the sight of a pair of police officers wandering in. They did have the casual look of a couple guys coming in for a drink after work. But still. They were definitely not cops on his payroll, and they looked vaguely familiar. “I need to use the restroom again.”

“So soon?” Alfred laughed.

Ivan nodded. “I may be a while.” As long as it took them to drink.

“Uh oh.”

“I, um... I was intrigued by the fast food we had the other day. So I tried a taco place today.” Not even remotely true, of course.

Alfred laughed harder. “Oh! Hey, I've been there, man. Take all the time you need.”

Ivan walked as briskly as he could toward his hiding spot, thinking that he really needed to come up with some better excuses in the future... He sighed to himself, feeling a wave of sadness when he realized just how much of their relationship was going to depend on lies.

Aww. I love that Ivan regards lying to Alfred as regrettable but necessary - I can't imagine he'd consider honesty about this, but it would be creepy if he had no doubts about it.

One enthusiastic vote for smut here! :)

Lying is bad Ivan. ):

Seconding smut!

I've finally been able to read all of this and OH MY GOODNESS, I AM FLOORED BY THIS AMAZING PIECE OF WRITING YOU HAVE HERE~
I didn't even imagine someone would turn my little request into something so... so... so wonderful! Ahhh! I absolutely can't wait for more~ Your characterizations are wonderful, exactly how I wanted them! :)

Andandand yet another enthusiastic vote for smut here! And OP has a thing for top!Ivan... I've never liked seeing Alfred doing the penetrating... just a bit of a nudge from a grateful OP ;)

<3 <3

I am glad you're enjoying it, OP! It is quite fun to write. :)

Hehe. I usually try to at the very least imply that both partners take turns. Sometimes all in one night. But when it comes to seeing/reading/writing the graphic details, I much prefer Al on bottom, in all pairings. ;D

Yay! I made a fun request!

And definitely agreed. I'm glad to not be alone! :D Although, over half the meme seems to agree as well...

ReCaptcha says 237 Harneve... an address? Whut?

D'awww, Ivan's excuses are actually kind of good! And really adorableXD. So was the whole 'giving flowers' deal, and wondering if he could go with Al on deliveriesXD

But Alfred more than tops him at that. He's just...so full of cute, and I wanna hug him close and hard. The bouncing, the info on Russia, the light blush when he asks for a kiss...hell, the fact that he asks for it <3

I say smut, author anon! They already can barely keep their hands to themselves!XD

Such a good fill! I look forward to more with each update.

This chapter felt like it ended abruptly and unnaturally, but I loved Ivan's last thought, because its really true. He'll have to keep lying and lying, and eventually it will catch up to him at one point, which is when the house of cards will collapse. But with the way Alfred is, I don't think he has too much to worry about. Hopefully D:

♥♥

Hehe, that was so cute of Alfred, looking up little tidbits about Russia. I guess he wants to make up for his lack of knowledge about the country when Ivan prompts him to guess which part of the Russia he was from? Who knows!

I think it's safe to say the kink meme would definitely like to have smut from this story. I'm worried though, if in case you are one of those author anons who are great and awesome storytellers but feels awkward about the smut scenes. I'm already more than grateful to see you practically updating almost every day (my friend and I practically stalk your fill, author anon. We talk about you in our AIM chats). I'd rather you do whatever makes you feel comfortable.

But if it's no trouble to you.. then yes, YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES!

And it is a great surprise that the kink meme unanimously voted in favor of smut. Hey, sometimes readers have their stories they prefer to keep non-porny, I thought I'd ask. XD

Longer chapter is long.

As Ivan approached the bar that morning, which they had chosen as a convenient place to meet, he was surprised to find Alfred already there. It seemed he would not have a repeat performance of his long wait the last time he had shown up early. Alfred was chatting with another blond young man, slightly shorter than himself. Ivan thought nothing of it until the other man kept getting closer to Alfred, who kept backing away.

Ivan's eyes narrowed. Oh, come on. Clearly Alfred was not comfortable with the fellow invading his personal space, couldn't he take the hint and back off? The man gripped Alfred's shoulders and pressed him back against the wall. He leaned in far too close. Alfred turned his face away. The man tilted Al's chin back and forcibly kissed him.

Ivan was at their side in an instant, seeing red. He jerked the other blond man back, picking him up by the collar until they were nose-to-nose, threatening to bring an end to his miserable life after possibly breaking his bones and plucking his ridiculous beard out. The man was yelling panicked words in what sounded like French, which Ivan paid no attention to. It wasn't easy to hear over the roaring in his ears, anyway.

Alfred was yelling as well, his words gradually filtering into Ivan's brain. “Oh god, who are you? Francis, do you know him? What's going on?” Ivan slowly turned to look at Alfred, eyes narrowing as the red haze faded. It was unmistakably Alfred, but his words made no...

Wait...

Now that he really looked, the hair was off. Who...? “Ah... you are... Matthew?”

“Yes!” the boy said, desperately trying to get the Frenchman out of Ivan's grip. “Why are...” He trailed off, realization dawning in his eyes. “Oh.”

Ivan released the blond—Francis, was it?—and backed away, feeling the burning sensation of embarrassment well up inside him. He quickly squashed it. “My apologies.”

To his surprise, Matthew stared at him for just a moment before bursting into laughter. Francis gave him a dirty look.

“I'm glad you find this funny! That man tried to kill me!”

Matthew's laughter trailed off into a chuckle. “I'm going to take a wild guess and say this is Ivan. My brother's new boyfriend.”

Ivan scowled to himself. How could he have made such a stupid mistake? But at least Matthew was laughing. It would not do to start a new relationship with his boyfriend's relatives pissed at him. “Alfred has spoken much about you. Though I must say, he never said you two looked so much alike.”

Matthew tilted his head, smile fading. “He has spoken much about me, but never mentioned that we were twins?”

Ivan shook his head. “I don't recall him saying that. He said that you were older...”

“I am. By like five minutes.”

“I am terribly sor-” Ivan blinked. “Why am I apologizing?” He turned on Francis. “Regardless of who he is, your advances still did not look welcome.”

Matthew quickly got between them. “Oh, hey, it's okay. He was just being Francis. But thanks for trying to protect our virtue.”

“Our?” Francis muttered.

“Mine and Alfred's. Not you, you have no virtue.”

Rather than be offended, Francis made a flourishing bow. “I suppose I shall depart. If you wish to stay with this fellow-” He eyed the bigger man “-and give him the shotgun talk, good luck to you.” And Francis actually had the audacity to squeeze Matthew's butt as he passed by.

“What is the shotgun talk?” Ivan wondered.

Matthew smiled. “Oh, you know, where I threaten you with horrible things if you ever hurt Al... I won't though.”

Somehow, Ivan didn't feel particularly threatened. Not that he ever intended to hurt Alfred, and the intention was cute. But despite looking just like him, there was something... different about Matthew. The way he stood and the way he spoke, he almost seemed perpetually insecure.

Of course, Ivan had only known him for about five seconds, and much of that time had been spent yelling in terror at Ivan.

“Nor will I hurt him,” Ivan said. He glanced in the direction the friendly Frenchman had gone. “Your boyfriend is interesting.”

“He's not my boyfriend,” Matthew said quickly. “Not really. I mean, there was one night after a pretty crazy party, but that was all. He treats everyone like that.”

Ivan raised an eyebrow, and Matthew blushed. For some reason, a blush suited Matthew better than it did Alfred. Yet that just made it all the cuter when Al did it.

“Don't get me wrong,” Matthew said. “I'm not a partier. That was the only one I've been to. And, you know, peer pressure, lots of beer and pot lying around, lots of dorm rooms and empty beds, and Francis is the way he is...”

Ivan blinked. He thought back to the first time he had met Alfred, how the boy had spilled his story within moments of meeting Ivan. Apparently there was something in their genes that caused that. “I was not judging you. Does he treat Al that way?”

“Oh.” Matthew's smile returned, blush fading. “Al can't stand him.”

“Good.” He couldn't help but notice that Matthew had neglected to actually answer the question, though.

“It was the same night...” Matthew looked down at his feet with a bashful look. “Francis followed me home, and we were so wasted we ended up in Al's room by mistake, and crashed on his bed. And he doesn't usually bother turning on the light when he comes home from the bar and goes to bed...”

Ivan smirked. “I see.”

“It didn't help that Francis said something about being the meat in a Jones sandwich...”

“That's lovely.”

Matthew, looking embarrassed again, finally stopped his story telling. Ivan idly wondered if it was him. People did have a tendency to spill their guts around him.

“Well... well it was nice to finally meet you,” Matthew said.

The word 'finally' amused Ivan, considering they hadn't been together all that long. Just how much had Alfred been talking about him? “And you as well.”

“Hey, look! It's my two favorite guys!” Alfred, carrying a large paper soda cup, strolled over. He was grinning broadly at them. “Whatcha talking about? Hmm?”

“Not you,” Matthew said.

It was interesting, being able to compare them side-by-side. Matthew almost looked smaller and shorter, though Ivan could tell they were the same size. It was all in his posture and bearing.

“Sure, sure. And what are you doing here, anyway?” Alfred asked between sips.

“Waiting for you. This is where you said you were going.” Matthew tugged something out of his pocket and held it up. A wallet.

Alfred peered closer at it, confused. Then he tugged his own wallet out and flipped through it. He laughed. “Oh! Oops.” The brothers exchanged wallets. “Well, not like it matters, I could use your ID. Oh, you want me to pay you back for the drink?”

Matthew shook his head. “Have fun on your date. Bye, Ivan.”

Ivan nodded. “Goodbye.” He eyed Alfred, who was sidling closer now that his brother was gone. “Forgot to mention you were twins, hm?”

“Did I?” Alfred scratched his head. “I can't imagine why I would do that.” He paused, grin somehow managing to grow bigger. “What'd you do? You didn't kiss him, did you?”

“No,” Ivan said, realizing it may very well be a good thing Francis had been there. “Just threatened a friend of his who was being overly friendly with him. But I would have done that even if I had known that was Matthew.”

Alfred grimaced. “Ugh. Francis?”

“That's him.”

“Great. If you had any idea how I met that creep...”

Ivan patted Alfred's shoulder. “Your brother is a big boy. So I was thinking-”

“Let's go to the park,” Alfred said.

Oh. Well, dinner and dancing could wait. Better if it was when Alfred had the night off rather than the day, anyway. “All right.”

A quick car ride later, and the pair found themselves at the edge of the city's biggest park. Alfred looked giddy with delight, and almost immediately hurried toward the nearest pile of leaves to kick. And Ivan smiled after him, trying to think about how endearing it was rather than the age difference that separated them. Alfred wasn't a child, and would still be just as sweet and enthusiastic in ten years. When Ivan would be... well. Ten years older.

Ivan blinked, realizing that in his split second of mind wandering, he had lost track of Alfred. “Al?” He glanced around, and was just about to leave and look around when a handful of damp leaves was dumped onto his head. Ivan gave a startled curse.

Laughing, Alfred hurried away. “Ha! Too bad I had to sneak up behind you, I'm sure your face looked great!”

Ivan supposed a little maturity might do Alfred some good. He shuddered to think of what snowy days would be like. He'd have to keep Toris and Eduard with him as backup. The mental image of the three of them on snowball patrol, armed with their own icy weaponry, was so ridiculous Ivan almost laughed. What was Alfred doing to him?

The whole day wasn't spent chasing the boy around like a weary babysitter, at least. Alfred finally joined Ivan in simply walking around the park, enjoying the atmosphere and watching children play, dogs being walked, couples sharing picnics. Ivan had not been on a picnic since leaving Russia, that might have been nice if he had known their destination ahead of time. Never one to miss an opportunity to eat, Alfred purchased some junk food from the various vendors scattered around the park and they ate at a picnic table. It wasn't quite as romantic as a meal from home packed into a basket, but it was still rather pleasant.

After that, Alfred suggested Ivan push him on a swing. Which wouldn't have been so bad, but once his turn was done, Alfred insisted on returning the favor. Ivan spent the entire time trying to burrow his face into his scarf, wondering what the odds were of nobody in the park recognizing him.

“Come on,” Alfred said, tugging on Ivan's hand. “One more thing. You'll like this.”

“Will I?” Ivan let himself be dragged. “What is it?”

“This!”

Ivan stopped and looked around, puzzled. “We're behind a shed.”

“I know.”

“There's nothing here.”

“And nobody.” Alfred stepped closer with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Well of course there's nobody he... oh.” Ivan swallowed as Alfred pressed closer.

“I can kiss you again?”

“You don't need to ask.”

“All right.” Alfred leaned up slightly to kiss Ivan. Their arms went around each other as they thoroughly explored each other's mouths. Ivan soon forgot he was in public as he slid his hands down Alfred's back, wondering if he dared. He did. He let them wander a little lower.

Ivan felt a sudden cool touch, and realized that at some time during their kisses, Alfred had slipped a hand into his coat. How had he missed those dextrous fingers undoing the buttons of his dress shirt? Ivan moaned into Alfred's mouth as the hand lightly traced over the planes of his stomach and chest, and again when the fingers caressed and tweaked a nipple.

Two could play at that.

It was a well known fact among most of the people who knew Ivan that he could be mean. So Ivan did not go for the boy's shirt as well, much as he wanted to explore after seeing the way his broad shoulders moved under his clothing as he worked. No, he went right for the button and zipper of his jeans, delighting in the soft gasp when he worked the pants open, pushed the elastic band of boxers down. Ivan smiled into the kiss as he skimmed his fingers over Alfred's already quite hard length, feeling him for the first time. Alfred shivered, breaking the kiss with a low moan.

“N-no fair,” Alfred gasped.

“Hmm.” Ivan trailed his fingers along the vein, smoothed his thumb over the head, greatly enjoying the noises and movements his actions were eliciting. With a smirk, he firmly gripped Alfred's shaft and pumped with quick strokes. Alfred practically fell into Ivan, clinging to him as he whimpered and his body trembled.

“S-stop!” Alfred finally said.

The scariest word one could hear during such activity. Ivan jerked away as if the boy's penis had grown red-hot. “I'm sorry! I shouldn't have-”

“No, no.” Alfred laughed weakly, attempting to pull his pants up. “No, it's not that. I just... uh... you know, not here.”

“Oh.” Ivan sagged in relief, heart attack averted.

“Should be someplace at least a little nicer.” Alfred smiled. “And preferably with... uh...” He trailed off, face reddening. Ah, Ivan loved that blush...

“With?”

Alfred mumbled something undecipherable.

“What was that?”

“I said, preferably with... withyouinsideme.”

“With me what?” Oh, Ivan had heard him that time.

“With you inside me.” Alfred had gone alarmingly red.

Dear god he was beautiful. Ivan leaned in to kiss Alfred again.

“The car?” Alfred breathed when they parted again.

“You want to do it in the car?”

Alfred chuckled. “Normally not, but yours is huge and sexy and will totally work.”

There was no denying that. “All right. Do I need to carry you?”

“Ha.” Finished making himself somewhat presentable, Alfred took off in the direction of the limo. Not wanting to be left behind, Ivan hurried after him, ignoring the twinges in his injured leg. Alfred was laughing in jubilant delight as they ran, both moving somewhat awkwardly for various reasons.

“I thought we'd never get here,” Alfred said as he gave the glossy black door of the limo a fond pat. “Come on!”

“Patience,” Ivan said, letting himself in. The driver seemed to have read their minds, and was excusing himself to go get a hot dog from a cart

“Says the one who's diving head-first inside,” Alfred scoffed as he followed Ivan, closing the door behind himself. Safely inside, Alfred plastered himself against Ivan, kissing him deeply and attempting to tug his coat off. “Oh!” Alfred backed away again. “Wait wait. Do we have... you know... stuff? Supplies? You know.”

“I know,” Ivan said with a chuckle. “Hold on.” He rummaged around in the various storage compartments until locating what he wanted. He sat back with a tube of lubricant and a condom.

“Well. Somebody's prepared.” Alfred took the items from Ivan, grinning, though it abruptly faded as he peered closer at them.

Ivan blinked. “What?

Alfred was studying the condom. “Dude... no way. Really?”

“What?”

“Seriously?” Alfred turned his gaze to Ivan. Specifically, Ivan's crotch. “This I gotta see.” And he pounced closer, tugging at Ivan's belt.

Ivan leaned back and let the boy work, chuckling. “Poor Alfred. My condom impresses you? What are you, an extra small?” It was a joke, of course. And Alfred had to realize that, seeing as how Ivan was already rather familiar with his size. But Alfred grew flustered anyway, fumbling with the belt.

“N-no! There is an in-between, you know!” Alfred jerked the belt out of its loops and tossed it aside, then attacked Ivan's pants, quickly shoving them down. “Oh...”

“Was that a compliment or not?” Ivan wondered.

Alfred licked his lips. “Wow. Definitely a compliment. Dang.”

Ivan smiled. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn his face felt warm. “Thank you.”

“Could I...?” Alfred made a vague gesture with his hands. “Uh...”

Ivan nodded, though he had no idea what he was agreeing with. Under the circumstances, he couldn't imagine it being something bad. Alfred scooted down to the car's floor, between Ivan's knees, and the Russian swallowed thickly. Was Alfred going to...?

Yes. He was. Alfred leaned forward and gave Ivan's erection an experimental lick, from root to tip. Ivan shivered, a groan escaping. “You...”

Alfred grinned up at him. “Yum.”

Ivan could have sworn his face felt hotter. “Al...”

Alfred winked, then lowered his face, sucking the head of Ivan's cock into his hot, wet mouth. He suckled at it, using his hands to tease everywhere else, until Ivan thought he would come undone. And then he abruptly pulled back, releasing Ivan's cockhead with a wet pop.

“Ah...” Already feeling boneless, Ivan wasn't sure how they would even finish this. They were still mostly dressed. This was going to be difficult.

“C'mon, lazybones.”

Ivan lifted his head, and realized Alfred was already well into undressing. His jacket was placed carefully on the seat, and he was tugging his shirt off. Ivan let his eyes wander in appreciation over the expanse of golden skin over taut muscles, the broad shoulders that were just as delightful as he had imagined, the dusky pebbled nipples. And it didn't stop there. Alfred's pants and underwear soon joined the shirt, leaving the blond (and oh, was that color delightfully natural) nice and bare. Definitely not an extra small.

Ivan snapped out of his appreciative daze, fumbling with his own clothing and stripping them off. He was much more careful as he set them aside, seeing as how his suit probably cost as much as Alfred made in a month. The last thing to go was his scarf, unwrapped from his neck and carefully tucked away. He wasn't even aware of moving before they were plastered together again, skin to skin, heartbeat against heartbeat.

“You're not a virgin, are you?” Ivan asked between kisses.

“No!” Alfred trailed kisses down Ivan's jaw. “Why?”

“Just—ahh—just asking. You are young, so...”

Alfred was practically in his lap, and they were both planting wet kisses wherever they could reach. “Nope. Done this before.”

“I can tell,” Ivan gasped. He wondered if he should feel jealous of Alfred's past lovers, or track them down to buy them drinks.

Ivan gently pushed Alfred onto his back on the seat, following him down. It was, at least, big enough for them to comfortably lay on without fear of falling off or being violated by seatbelts. He leaned over to place kisses along the inside of Alfred's thigh, enjoying the tremble of the muscles there as his lips touched. Unable to resist, he returned the boy's earlier favor, giving his cock one long lick and drawing a whine out of him.

Ivan pulled back again, uncapping the lube and squirting a generous amount onto his hands, warming it up. Alfred drew his legs back further, and gasped sharply when Ivan slid a finger into him.

“Okay?” Ivan asked.

“N-no.”

“What?”

Alfred squirmed. “You've got an awesome big dick and you're asking me if I'm okay with one stupid little finger.”

Ivan rolled his eyes. “Patience. I do not wish to hurt you.” What happened to his blushing nervous self? Ivan hoped it was the lust talking, and Alfred's innocent sweetness wasn't entirely dead. As Alfred whined and moaned and squirmed, Ivan tried as quickly as possible to stretch him out with his fingers, smiling whenever he brushed the spot that drew out much louder noises.

“Th-that's good enough,” Alfred panted.

Ivan was only too happy to agree, removing his fingers and tending to himself. Once the condom and more lubricant were in place, he crawled atop Alfred, kissing him tenderly. His face was flushed, golden hair fanned out on the seat. Ivan realized this was the first time he had seen Alfred without his glasses, and was immediately enchanted. Not that his glasses weren't sexy. Ivan kissed Alfred's nose, then reached down to press Alfred's legs out of the way, and position himself.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

Ivan slid halfway in with one fluid motion, groaning, as Alfred arched back with a low cry. Ivan paused to let him adjust before drawing back slightly and thrusting in again, until he was fully sheathed. Alfred's tiny grimaces of pain did not go unnoticed, and Ivan reached down to caress his chest, his stomach, his balls, until the boy relaxed.

“God,” Alfred gasped.

“All right?”

“Feels good.”

Ivan smiled down at him. “So do you. You're beautiful.”

“Oh god,” Alfred said again. “M-move. Please?”

Ivan did, rocking his hips into the eager, lovely, trembling body beneath him. Alfred wrapped his limbs around Ivan and was soon meeting his thrusts, their speech becoming garbled babbling amidst the moans and gasps.

It was everything Ivan had hoped it would be, and more. Being inside Alfred was indescribable. Having the perfect body underneath him writhing and moaning his name was almost enough in and of itself to make him come. Every time Ivan tried to pause and savor the moment, Alfred breathlessly begged for more.

Ivan did his best to make it last, but he knew it had been a while for both of them (well, with Alfred it was more of a guess). Long languid thrusts became sharp and erratic as more heat coiled inside Ivan. He managed to wedge a hand between their bodies to stroke Alfred, soon feeling his body tense, feeling the warm liquid spurt onto his hand, as Alfred cried out. Ivan gently continued to stroke Alfred until he was spent. It was only a few more shaky thrusts before he too was pushed over the edge, and Alfred leaned up to swallow Ivan's moan with a kiss as he climaxed inside him.

Nothing was said for a long while. After a brief clean up, they lay in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow.

“You really are beautiful,” Ivan murmured, running his fingers lightly over Alfred's side.

“Oh, stop.” Alfred giggled. There was no denying it, that was a giggle. “I am not. I'm a guy.”

“Handsome, then?”

“You're the handsome one.”

It seemed that every time they got together, Ivan saw a new side of Alfred. Now he was seeing the peaceful, sated, happily worn out Alfred, and it was just as endearing as all the others. His damp hair was either clinging to his face, or sticking out in random directions. His eyelids looked like they could barely stay open. His lips were still slightly swollen from kissing, and Ivan couldn't stop himself from tasting them again.

“Boy...” Alfred said with a goofy smile. “Do I need to get cleaned up before work.”

Ivan nodded reluctantly. “I suppose we had better get you home to shower.”

“Mm. Suppose so.” But Alfred just clung tighter, legs tangled with Ivan's.

“Come on.” Ivan kissed his lover's forehead. “We have things to do.”

“Yeah...”

They finally pulled themselves apart and reached for their clothes.

“Oh,” Ivan said, tugging on his underwear. “Next time will be my turn to pick the date. Like this time was supposed to be.”

“Whatever you say,” Alfred said with a dreamy smile. “You're the boss.”

Ah, that was lovely. Sweet and super hot and in character and agh I just love this fill.

Did someone just turn the heater on? 'Cause damn that was hot.

Also, this-> "yours is huge and sexy and will totally work."

The innocence being dead and the your the boss line made me giggle!

oooh and the fact ALFRED giggled...made me giggle more! I looooved this ... although I do hope we get to see a blushing Alfred during sex...not sure if thats possible XD

cuuuuuute and hot!
Whoo, *fans self* that was quite a chapter. I almost forgot about how awesome it was when Ivan mistook Matt for Al. XDDD what a great way to start this chapter.
wow, omg. Making out in the backseat of Ivan "huge sexy" car was terrific, haha. As was the comment about being violated by seatbelts if they did the dirty in a smaller car, lol.

Such a great update! Waiting for more :)

Wow, that was so hot! The way you described both of them, yum. ~~and yay for Ivan being big~~
I loved that you managed to slip in the condom jokeXD

Alfred is so damned cute! And Ivan can also be incredibly cute, when he went all possessive at the beginning...I loled like a loon, poor Matt and FrancisXD

*kinda upset* Now I'm seeing requests for fics with America as the mafia boss because there's too many RusAme mafia stories with Russia in the mafia... is that true? I thought I was writing a fun story that hadn't been done to death... I don't have much self-esteem, especially when it comes to writing, so it was a bit of a blow that people don't like this story enough to request an alternate version instead... So, sorry if the quality goes down at all near the end! OTL

Ivan Braginsky was not the type of man who slunk into a place like a nervous common criminal. But for the time being, he was too worried to concern himself over such matters. And so he slipped through the front door, keeping to the restaurant's shadows and trying not to meet anybody's eyes. As if somebody wouldn't recognize a tall pale-haired man in a scarf because they couldn't see his face. Fortunately, the diners only had eyes for their food or companions, and the wait staff were concentrating on their jobs, so Ivan remained unnoticed as he slunk through the warm, homey dining area. His nose was invaded by the aroma of tomatoes and cheese and herbs, but he wasn't feeling hungry.

He had started to think he might just make it unnoticed when he ran right into the owner, Gino Lombardi himself. It was hard to say who was more surprised.

“S-Signor Braginsky!” The man backed away, color draining from his face. “Why are you here? I'm not with them! You know I'm not!”

Ivan sighed, glancing around to make sure nobody else was paying attention. “I was called by one of your waiters. I am here for Alfred Jones.”

“You are Al's friend?” Gino did not relax. If anything, he looked even more frightened. Ivan could pretty much guess what he would be thinking. Why Alfred? What are you doing with that innocent boy?

“I am.” Why Ivan had been called and not Matthew remained to be discovered (or the hospital, even). “Where is he?”

“In the kitchen. But ple-”

Ivan stepped closer with a cold smile. “Alfred is not to find out what I do.”

“Wh-”

“If he does, I will be very displeased.”

Gino trembled. “I won't tell him!”

“See to it. And before I go in there, I want you to discretely clear the kitchen of anyone who would recognize me.”

“B-but... I can't...”

Ivan placed a hand on the man's shoulder. “I am not exaggerating in the slightest. Alfred finds out, very unhappy Ivan.”

“S-sì, Signore!” Gino squeaked. He fled through the nearby door, into the kitchen. Ivan waited, worry gnawing at him while he watched the occasional confused chef and waiter leave. Once Gino poked his head out and nodded, Ivan hurried in.

He looked around, blissfully ignored by the staff that remained. He located Alfred seated in a chair beyond the big stone fire oven, looking annoyed as one of the waitresses fussed over him.

Ivan unceremoniously shoved the girl aside, kneeling down beside Alfred. “I am here.”

“Oh, hey...” Alfred looked away with an embarrassed flush.

“Alfred.”

The boy flinched and turned back to face him. “What?”

“Why did you not tell me things were so bad?”

“S'nothing I can't handle...” Alfred mumbled.

Ivan's eyes narrowed. “They said you passed out in the middle of the kitchen.”

“Yeah, well...”

“What if you had been in the middle of a delivery, hm?”

“Heh.” Alfred raked a hand through his hair. “Now you're sounding like Mattie.” He flinched again. “Please don't tell him, okay? He'd just worry, and-”

“That is why you had them contact me?”

“Well, yeah, and he's in class, and...” Alfred shrugged a shoulder. “Look, it's really not-”

“I work hard myself,” Ivan said. “And you are always so energetic and cheerful, it never occurred to me you were quite so overworked. Has it been like this the whole time?”

“Maybe...”

Ivan shook his head. “Unacceptable.”

“Oh, don't you start!” Alfred snapped, eyes flashing.

Ivan drew back in surprise, unused to anger from Alfred. “Those who care about you are allowed to worry.”

“I've been listening to all the same arguments from Matt this whole time! I doubt there's anything new you could say.”

“Oh?” Ivan pursed his lips. “You work hard for your brother, yes?”

“Of course! We need the mo-”

“And he has been worried and arguing this whole time?”

Alfred exhaled in an annoyed sigh. “Yeees. Because he-”

“So. Explain to me how you are helping Matthew by working yourself to the point of exhaustion, presumably unable to work either job in this condition, and worrying him to distraction when he should be concentrating on school?”

Alfred opened his mouth to answer, but changed his mind and glared instead.

Ivan nodded. “I thought so.”

“Look, it doesn't matter! He can't work, and just working one job isn't going to pay for rent and food and bills and his schooling and books and everything!”

“Then don't worry about his schooling anymore.”

Alfred looked ready to throttle Ivan. “I can't! I know he doesn't have to pay loans back yet, but I don't want him to start a new career in debt! I want to save for-”

Ivan pressed a finger to Alfred's lips. “Consider it paid for. Books, too.”

Alfred drew back in shock, eyes wide. “No, Ivan-”

“It is not open to discussion,” Ivan said firmly. “Nor is you quitting one of your jobs, because you will.”

“You can't just-”

“I can. Which job do you prefer?”

“But charity is-”

“It's not charity. It is... a scholarship from my company.”

“Ivan!” Alfred looked like he was about to panic.

“Which job will you keep?”

“Look, Ivan, I-”

“No.”

“If you'd just-”

“No.”

Alfred's angry expression finally cracked, and he laughed helplessly. “It's like trying to argue with a brick wall.”

Ivan nodded. “Yes it is.”

“I like the bar better...”

“I thought you might.” Ivan smiled at his lover. Well that hadn't been particularly difficult. Matthew was a good boy, but he was too soft to go up against his twin's stubborn streak. Alfred needed a nice brick wall once in a while. “You will inform Lombardi soon?”

“He's gonna hate you...”

“I am prepared for that.”

“And Mattie's gonna be smug...”

“I'm sure he will be too relieved to be smug.”

Alfred snorted. “If I didn't already know better, I'd say you were an only child if you honestly think that.”

“Well.” Ivan stood. “My job was to take you home. You will get lots of rest.”

“Yeah...” Alfred allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

“And on your next night off, we will go out.” And maybe this time Ivan would get to choose the place. He kept thinking that, but it never happened for some reason. Their dates had consisted of going to a football game, going bowling, an action movie, laser tag (which Ivan had been rather good at), and sundry other activities chosen by Alfred.

“Yeah,” Alfred said again, perking up.

“Come. I will not tell Matthew that you collapsed. Just that you were tired.”

“Thanks.”

They left the kitchen, Ivan glancing around warily. He spotted Gino and glared, changing the other man's expression from disapproving to terrified. Gino nodded and gestured toward the front door. The coast is clear! Alfred didn't question it when Ivan hurried him out of the restaurant.

“I am gonna miss that place...” Alfred pouted. “And it's how I met you!”

Ivan smiled. “That is sweet. But if you prefer the other job, that is what you should do for now.”

“Yeah...”

A quick ride later, and Ivan was following Alfred into the small apartment he shared with his brother. Nothing had changed since the last time he had been there. It was funny how one could instantly tell who lived more in which area at a glance. The corner of the living room with the computer desk was relatively neat. The corner with the recliner was littered with food wrappers, the occasional beer can, and comic books. The right half of the couch was marred by food stains, more wrappers, and even discarded clothes. The left half was pristine, even its pillows straighter and plumper. It was endearing, the twins always sitting in the same spots, even when they did things together. It was also kind of weird, that Matthew's cleaning never ventured into Alfred's territory.

The walls were decorated with various photos from the boys' baby- and childhood. Ivan had given up trying to guess which child was whom in them.

“Want something to eat?” Alfred asked, gently hanging his jacket up. It was the only thing he owned that he treated with care.

“Sit,” Ivan said. “You're supposed to be resting.

“All right...” Alfred dropped into his recliner with a rustle of candy wrappers.

“But I might stay,” Ivan mused. “To make sure you rest. And to see your brother gloat.”

Alfred snorted. “Jerk. You'd just confuse us again, like always.”

“I have only done that twice. How could I confuse you two if he came walking in the door?”

“You could.”

Ivan once again mentally cursed Matthew for telling Alfred about the second time, not long after the first time they had slept together...

There was Alfred at their meeting place, right on time. Smiling, Ivan crept closer, intent on hearing the yelps he made when he was startled. But he was in for a disappointment. Alfred jumped slightly, but didn't make a noise when Ivan came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him.

“I've missed you. I have a lovely evening planned,” he murmured into the smaller man's ear. “And a nice new box of condoms to finish things off with.”

“Condoms?” Alfred said quietly. “Well at least my brother hasn't taken complete leave of his senses.”

Ivan quickly stepped back, cursing himself. “Matthew.”

“Ivan...”

Ivan blinked, shaking off the annoying memory. “Yes?”

Alfred stared intently at a spot on the wall. “Uh... thanks.”

“For what?”

“For... you know... everything today.”

Ivan smiled. “Think nothing of it.”

Alfred yawned, curling up on the recliner. “Dunno what to say when my boyfriend forces thousands and thousands of bucks on me...”

Ivan stepped closer, leaning over to kiss Alfred's forehead. “Is that where you are going to sleep?”

“Yup.”

“Interesting. Good night, then.”

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Alfred fidgeted in his chair, tugging at the noose tied around his neck. “I hate this thing.”

“Surely you have worn a tie before...” Ivan said, peering curiously over the top of his menu.

“Yeah... but not much...”

“You look very nice in a suit.”

“Thanks.” Alfred turned back to his own menu. “I knew you'd pick a French place.”

“I have heard this is a good restaurant.”

“Why'd you pick a place you haven't been to before? If you wanna impress the boyfriend, take him to an awesome place you like!”

Ivan actually looked a bit guilty for some reason. “I suppose. But I wanted to try this place.”

“You're Russian, dude.”

“That does not mean I only eat Russian food.”

“I don't know what any of this stuff is.” Alfred tilted the menu around, as if that would help. “I'll have to call Francis. Or Mattie, he studies French...”

“It describes what the dishes are in English under the name.”

“Yes, yes... If I end up with snail or frog I'm going to be very unhappy.”

Their waiter—who looked like a pretentious douche to Alfred—returned with the bottle of wine Ivan had requested. The name meant nothing to Alfred, but he figured it was probably expensive. He had never been much of a wine drinker, but he'd give it a shot. The waiter poured their wine for them, which Alfred felt they really could have done themselves, then left them alone again.

Ivan took a sip, clearly enjoying the wine, judging by the semi-orgasmic expression. Alfred chuckled to himself, earning a confused look. “Nothing.”

“No, it's all right.” Ivan's smile returned. “I like when you laugh, even if it's at my expense.”

“Aw...” Alfred felt warmth spread through him, as it still always did when Ivan said things like that. “You know, Ivan-”

“Vanya,” he corrected.”

Alfred blinked. “What?”

Ivan was staring intently at his wineglass. “My nickname.”

Alfred stared at him a moment, smile stretching into a grin. “You're just now telling me your nickname?”

Ivan nodded. “I would like if you called me Vanya.”

“Of course!” Alfred beamed. There was big intimidating Ivan, who may not laugh much but had a kind of creepy giggle, with piercing eyes and could make someone feel uneasy just by looking at them... looking bashful and asking Alfred to call him by his nickname.

“But not too much in public.”

Alfred shook off his thoughts. “Huh?”

Ivan gave an awkward shrug. “You know... don't do it around people who would copy you. My older sister is the only other person who calls me that, and I'd rather keep it that way.”

“Oh! Right.” Alfred felt another wave of warmth and affection. “Whatever you say, Vanya. Oh! Speaking of your sisters, how are they?”

“They are good, thank you.” Ivan did not speak much about them, really. And Alfred had yet to meet them. Well, the older one didn't live in America, so that made sense at least. “And your brother?”

“He's doing great!” Alfred grinned. Ivan had been right about Mattie; he hadn't gloated at all upon finding out about Alfred quitting. He had been too relieved and thrilled to be smug. And he was happily cutting back on expenses, not knowing his education was taken care of. Alfred still hadn't figured out how to tell him that the boyfriend who barely knew Matthew was paying for it...

He smiled fondly at Ivan for a moment, then perked up as he remembered. “I have something for you!”

“Something?” Ivan asked with that little smile he always wore.

“A gift!”

“Oh? What's the occasion?”

“No occasion.” Alfred tugged the gift—nicely wrapped in the only non-specific-occasion paper he could find, which featured teddy bears—out of his bag and handed it over. “I just wanted to get you a present.”

“Well isn't that sweet.” Ivan lightly shook the present near his ear, then tore into the paper.

Alfred chattered on while Ivan did that. “Because you don't like the cold, and it can get cold here, and I thought it'd be nice if you had something else you treasured like your scarf...”

Ivan lifted the box out of its wrappings and looked at it, smile growing strained. “A Snuggie.”

“Yeah!” Alfred grinned at him. “And it's tiger striped! Like... like Siberian tigers.”

Ivan studied the box. “Would not a robe serve the same purpose?”

Alfred's face fell. Didn't Ivan like it? “Oh. I guess...”

A brief flicker of horror crossed Ivan's face. “Ah! No, sorry, I mean... Thank you. I will wear it all winter. In the house.”

Alfred brightened again. “Oh, it doesn't have to just be in the home, in the commercials the people-”

“Thank you, Al,” Ivan repeated. He set the box aside and reached across the table to take Alfred's hand. “That was very thoughtful of you.”

Alfred's smile grew. This date was going well!

And because he thought that, when he tugged his hand away from Ivan to pick up his wineglass, it knocked into Ivan's, sending the ruby liquid right onto the Russian's lap. On what was presumably a very expensive suit.

Shit.

“Oh god! I'm so sorry!” Alfred sprang out of his chair, intent on getting some damp napkins from the bathroom. But that was not meant to be either, as he ran straight into a waiter hard enough to send them tumbling to the floor. Alfred winced, feeling something slimy the waiter had been carrying now in his hair, dripping down his face.

The restaurant had gone very quiet as everyone stared at him. Alfred's face heated and he tried to will his body to die. He tried even harder to will his eyes to not fill with hot, stinging tears. He stood, brushing himself off, not looking at Ivan. Oh god, their relationship had been going so well, so wonderfully, Alfred couldn't stand thinking of it ending, but what else would happen after he ruined an expensive suit and humiliated him...

He could see Ivan staring at him out of the corner of his eye, jaw hanging open. Alfred turned to him to apologize, but before he could, Ivan burst into laughter.

Alfred's own jaw dropped. Ivan was... laughing.

At him... But still laughing.

“Ivan?”

It was something of a disappointment that his laughter trailed off. “Come...” Ivan's smile fell as he turned to glare at the restaurant in general. The other patrons slowly looked away, returning to their own conversations. Alfred quickly apologized to the waiter he had run into before following Ivan to the restroom.

“Oh god...” Alfred said again. “I am so, so sorry, the evening was going so well, I'm such a-”

“Shh.” Ivan glanced down at his ruined clothes. “I have a good dry cleaner.”

“Can he get that out?” Alfred asked in a small voice, daring to hope.

“If he knows what's good for him.”

Alfred gave a wavering smile. “I hope so. Oh, eugh, what the hell is that...” He wiped at the slime on his face, grimacing.

“It would appear to be ganache and berry sauce,” Ivan said. “You have cake on your head.”

“Oh. That's not so bad.”

“No.” Ivan leaned over to lick Alfred's cheek. “You taste good.”

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