guwaaaah sowwy about the late update again @^@ and also this is a bit awkward chapter, and it's a cliffie, I'm sowwyyyy -
Alfred was afraid to be the hero. He was afraid to go out and fight crime. Not because of the crime itself, just because of the thought of seeing his nemesis. He would leave in the morning, without kissing Ivan goodbye, go sit on a rooftop, and listen to the police scanner. He didn't do anything about it. Just sat. And listened.
At home was worse. He didn't want to have sex, he didn't want to talk... In fact, he didn't even really want to be in the same room as the Russian. Ivan had tried to talk to him- he had tried to pry him open and analyze him in every way he could, he had tried to make it better, but Alfred couldn't handle it.
Alfred hated how every time he heard Ivan speak he thought of Dr. Frost, and that hurt him too damn much. He loved Ivan, but every time he was with him he thought of his nemesis. He couldn't stand to think that about his husband. He couldn't stand thinking of sweet, good Ivan being associated with someone like Dr. Frost.
Alfred had actually burst out in tears over his frustration. Of course, he refused to let Ivan help him. He wasn't crying over the fact that he was imagining Dr. Frost in place of Ivan, he was crying over the fact that he was actually finding himself attracted to him. He couldn't deny Dr. Frost was incredibly handsome, a good kisser- better than Ivan even- and definitely had big, rough hands that could mold Alfred's body to his liking. And Alfred was starting to like the idea of it more and more.
And that absolutely tore him apart to know that he was attracted to someone other than his husband.
Another exhausting day of sitting on a roof and crying and huddling and trying not to feel bad, Alfred was managing to not cry. First time that day, so that meant he should head home. The sound of wind swishing and a thump of feet landing on the roof behind him made Alfred turn his head, then start rubbing at his eyes to keep from showing how much he had been crying to his nemesis.
"You have not shown up to any of my crimes. I am offended. Is zhere any reason vwhy?" Dr. Frost smirked and came walking up behind Alfred, one gloved hand placed over his shoulder and making him flinch. "Are you scared?"
"Fuck you, no way am I scared," Alfred spat, shoving his hand away and getting to his feet to face the other. "I don't want to fucking see you, maybe that's why I didn't come to any of the reports on the radio, okay?"
"Is it because I kissed you?" Dr. Frost asked, gripping Alfred's face and leaning in with a grin. "So hung up on that? You should have just given in, I would have given you quite the fun time."
Alfred punched him in the jaw, making sure he would have a bruise later. "Fuck you! I love my husband!" More tears welled up in Alfred's eyes but he quickly hid behind his mask, letting the fabric soak it up. "This is your fault. You fucked everything up in my life- it's all your fucking fault."
Dr. Frost growled and spat out the blood that welled up in his mouth. "It doesn't have to be serious." He approached Alfred again and gripped him by the front of his outfit. "I could fuck you so hard you vwouldn't be able to move for hours."
"Is that a threat?" Alfred hissed, slapping Dr. Frost's hand away.
"It is an offer." The villain grabbed Alfred's wrist, then caught the other as Alfred tried to punch him. They ended up toppling over with Dr. Frost on top, holding Alfred down and licking his lips. "You should just give in... It can't hurt. Your husband vwill never know, neisser vwill my vwife... Vwe vwon't even know each other's identities."
Alfred's resolve seemed to flutter for just a moment, looking up into the Russian's violet eyes that seemed almost hypnotic. He had been fighting the urge to sleep with his nemesis for so long- or had it not been so long? It felt like forever. So much time in fact he started crying again, turning and hiding his face.
"Why are you crying?" Dr. Frost hushed, turning Alfred back towards him and holding him close, stroking his wheat blond hair. "I wouldn't use this as an opportunity to unmask you. I don't need to do that. I am just offering you what seems to be like the end of a great deal of sexual tension." Alfred's body wracked silent sobs of frustration. He clutched at Dr. Frost's suit and shook against him, trembling.
"I-I d-don't want t-to betray m-my husband, but-" Alfred hiccuped and shook his head as he began settling down with his nemesis stroking his hair. "B-but I just- I c-can't help...w-wanting you so bad," he whimpered, sighing and wiping at his eyes.
Dr. Frost clicked his tongue and pushed Alfred away to lean down and look him dead in the eyes. "Shh, I know. Just, shhh..." He pressed their lips together, Alfred's lips shut tight and unwavering, but soon the parted for him, became pliant and eager; open. Alfred's outer layers just needed to be peeled away, he just needed to be opened up and coaxed out of his shell to play, and Dr. Frost had plenty of experience with that. "You are just like my wife... So sweet and headstrong..." He tilted Alfred's head up, his alluring violet eyes hidden behind the same type of mask as Alfred's.
Alfred sniffled and turned away, trying not to let his nemesis see him crying. "No, I... I don't want this."
"You do." Dr. Frost pulled Alfred back and tilted his head up by his chin. "You just feel guilty. You should not feel guilty." The Russian then pressed their lips together, kissing and thrusting his tongue into Alfred's mouth. It heated up, leaving them hot and bothered. Alfred yelped as he was picked up and carried, but distracted by the kiss once more, looping his arms around Dr. Frost's neck, hands sliding into his hair and kissing back eagerly. He felt terrible about it- but it felt so wonderful and right.
"I-" Alfred gasped and pulled away for a breath of air, yelping as they crashed to the floor of Dr. Frost's hovercopter. "I-I don't want this," he cried, only to be silenced by the Russian's lips, which he eagerly pushed back against.
"Say it all you want," Dr. Frost growled pleasantly, slowly undoing Alfred's belt and shoving a hand down his pants, "however you are aroused, and you know it," he snickered, gripping Alfred's cock and making him cry out sharply in surprise.
Alfred slapped the Russian sharply, only to be shoved back against the floor so hard his neck snapped back as he hit his head. Oh. He hadn't been expecting that. "What the hell!?"
"You push me and I vwill push back."
Bristling, Alfred started fighting back eagerly and actively partaking in the kissing now, gladly fighting back what struggling and fighting his nemesis threw at him. And Dr. Frost seemed quite eager as well. "Zat's it," he purred, voice predatory and pleasant, "fight back, I love seeing zat look in your eyes..."
Alfred hated to be the one to give his nemesis his sick thrills, but he couldn't deny he loved it too. He loved the thrill, the idea that it couldn't hurt him, the fact that he could do this without anything holding him back. There was nothing holding him back like thoughts of his husband, like morale, anything. His head was wiped clean of anything that could have made him back out.
Faster than soon they were both naked, leaving Alfred clawing at his nemesis's back, surely leaving deep marks in his pale skin, as the Russian fucked him hard. He was so dizzy from the penetration, Dr. Frost was so big, so thick, right on par with his husband. His eyes rolled back in his head from the initial pleasure, the stretch and painful penetration soon catching up but not able to match the pleasure. Alfred screamed with every thrust, legs wrapped tightly around his nemesis and pulling him in tighter, locked tight to try and keep him from pulling out.
They rolled around in all positions, leaving Alfred on top and rocking violently, rolling over the Russian below him who was gripping his hips and helping to move him along over his cock. That curled smirk on Dr. Frost's face made Alfred squirm and close his eyes, only for his face to be gripped and made to open his eyes again, just so the Russian could force him to look down, make him stare him in the face as he rode his shaft into oblivion.
When Alfred came, he felt like he was dying. He was so overwhelmed with the pleasure and the intensity that his orgasm blew him away, leaving him limp on top of his nemesis, only for him to flip them around and continue pounding into Alfred like a machine, driving more pleasure into him after his body was beginning to go numb.
Arching his back as finally Dr. Frost finished, pulling out and cumming on his stomach, Alfred went limp, eyes fluttering shut, then open again, indecisively. The first thing he could comprehend was that he didn't have cum leaking out of him. "You pulled out..." Thank god.
"It vwill be better for bose of us." The Russian was sitting up, doing up his pants and got to his feet, admiring his thorough subjugation of the hero. "Get out."
Alfred hissed as he sat up and glared at Dr. Frost but did up his outfit and got to his feet. "Fuck you, I'm going home..."
"Have good time vwith your husband." Alfred flinched at those words, but it didn't stop him from leaving, muttering out only a simple 'fuck you' as he left the hovercopter, its doors snapping shut behind him and leaving him to run off flying as the vehicle zoomed away. There was no way he'd be flying straight... He took his bag and changed clothes before taking a cab ride to the van, then driving home.
Ivan was out when he got there, so he just went to crash upstairs for a nap. Hopefully his husband would be home soon...
Alfred must have slept a lot later than he'd planned, waking up to hands carding through his hair. He grunted and rolled over onto his back, looking up at his husband's face, smiling down at him. "Good evening, darling," he purred, leaning down to kiss down Alfred's cheeks. "You got home early. I'm sorry I missed you." He settled down and cuddled up close, head nestled in Alfred's neck. "I went to the store, I got home an hour ago. I didn't want to wake you."
"Oh, thanks, babe..." Alfred smiled and nuzzled the other. For once he actually felt at ease beside his husband, and it showed in both of their relaxed forms. Alfred couldn't explain it, but he knew everything was going to get better. He kissed Ivan and rolled onto his side, hands starting to slide under the Russian's shirt starting to rub at his sides. He stopped as Ivan hissed and pulled back. "Hunh? Hey, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I hurt my back." Ivan shrugged and awkwardly pulled away, looking nervous. Alfred immediately grew suspicious. But he couldn't... Ivan would tell him if he had cheated, right? He had that one time... But what if he didn't? What if that good few weeks of no sex chased Ivan off to some hooker looking for a big dick and money?
"Take your shirt off," Alfred demanded as he sat up, arms crossed and glaring until Ivan slowly pulled his turtleneck up. Alfred's eyes went slightly wide as he saw Ivan's back, covering in long red marks. "Ivan..." Oh god, only one thought entered his head. "Ivan, are you cheating on me?" - Okey so I hope you all like this ;w; Sorry about the wait and the cliffhanger... I hope to update soon!
What-- you couldn't, why end it there!? You fiend! D:
I feel really bad for Alfred, though him cheating on his husband with his husband is hilarious. Cause he at least feels guilt over it, Ivan doesn't seem to give much of a fig. Yeah, I know, 'villian' and all, but still! Doesn't he love Alfred? *sadface*
OP thinks that was the most evil cliffhanger she has ever read!
I kinda agree with the person above it really is odd how Alfred feels guilty when Ivan is just like "Oh well Alfred didn't do it with me for a few weeks gotta go get laid somewhere else." It really makes one question if Ivan really loves Alfred or maybe it furthers my theory about Ivan already knowing Captain Awesome's identity.
Love you A!A even though you did end this part with a horrible cliffhanger.
Aaah author anon ;A; This is probably my favorite fill so far, you know! So does Ivan know it's Alfred? Or is he really just cheating on Al? And really Alfred come on, you just had sex with another dude and you're upset about Ivan doing the same? Are you at least going to fess up?
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Oh, Mr. Superhero - Rus/Ame AU Pt. 5a/??
(Anonymous) 2012-02-10 01:53 am (UTC)(link)-
Alfred was afraid to be the hero. He was afraid to go out and fight crime. Not because of the crime itself, just because of the thought of seeing his nemesis. He would leave in the morning, without kissing Ivan goodbye, go sit on a rooftop, and listen to the police scanner. He didn't do anything about it. Just sat. And listened.
At home was worse. He didn't want to have sex, he didn't want to talk... In fact, he didn't even really want to be in the same room as the Russian. Ivan had tried to talk to him- he had tried to pry him open and analyze him in every way he could, he had tried to make it better, but Alfred couldn't handle it.
Alfred hated how every time he heard Ivan speak he thought of Dr. Frost, and that hurt him too damn much. He loved Ivan, but every time he was with him he thought of his nemesis. He couldn't stand to think that about his husband. He couldn't stand thinking of sweet, good Ivan being associated with someone like Dr. Frost.
Alfred had actually burst out in tears over his frustration. Of course, he refused to let Ivan help him. He wasn't crying over the fact that he was imagining Dr. Frost in place of Ivan, he was crying over the fact that he was actually finding himself attracted to him. He couldn't deny Dr. Frost was incredibly handsome, a good kisser- better than Ivan even- and definitely had big, rough hands that could mold Alfred's body to his liking. And Alfred was starting to like the idea of it more and more.
And that absolutely tore him apart to know that he was attracted to someone other than his husband.
Another exhausting day of sitting on a roof and crying and huddling and trying not to feel bad, Alfred was managing to not cry. First time that day, so that meant he should head home. The sound of wind swishing and a thump of feet landing on the roof behind him made Alfred turn his head, then start rubbing at his eyes to keep from showing how much he had been crying to his nemesis.
"You have not shown up to any of my crimes. I am offended. Is zhere any reason vwhy?" Dr. Frost smirked and came walking up behind Alfred, one gloved hand placed over his shoulder and making him flinch. "Are you scared?"
"Fuck you, no way am I scared," Alfred spat, shoving his hand away and getting to his feet to face the other. "I don't want to fucking see you, maybe that's why I didn't come to any of the reports on the radio, okay?"
"Is it because I kissed you?" Dr. Frost asked, gripping Alfred's face and leaning in with a grin. "So hung up on that? You should have just given in, I would have given you quite the fun time."
Alfred punched him in the jaw, making sure he would have a bruise later. "Fuck you! I love my husband!" More tears welled up in Alfred's eyes but he quickly hid behind his mask, letting the fabric soak it up. "This is your fault. You fucked everything up in my life- it's all your fucking fault."
Dr. Frost growled and spat out the blood that welled up in his mouth. "It doesn't have to be serious." He approached Alfred again and gripped him by the front of his outfit. "I could fuck you so hard you vwouldn't be able to move for hours."
"Is that a threat?" Alfred hissed, slapping Dr. Frost's hand away.
"It is an offer." The villain grabbed Alfred's wrist, then caught the other as Alfred tried to punch him. They ended up toppling over with Dr. Frost on top, holding Alfred down and licking his lips. "You should just give in... It can't hurt. Your husband vwill never know, neisser vwill my vwife... Vwe vwon't even know each other's identities."
Alfred's resolve seemed to flutter for just a moment, looking up into the Russian's violet eyes that seemed almost hypnotic. He had been fighting the urge to sleep with his nemesis for so long- or had it not been so long? It felt like forever. So much time in fact he started crying again, turning and hiding his face.
Re: Oh, Mr. Superhero - Rus/Ame AU Pt. 5b/??
(Anonymous) 2012-02-10 01:54 am (UTC)(link)"I-I d-don't want t-to betray m-my husband, but-" Alfred hiccuped and shook his head as he began settling down with his nemesis stroking his hair. "B-but I just- I c-can't help...w-wanting you so bad," he whimpered, sighing and wiping at his eyes.
Dr. Frost clicked his tongue and pushed Alfred away to lean down and look him dead in the eyes. "Shh, I know. Just, shhh..." He pressed their lips together, Alfred's lips shut tight and unwavering, but soon the parted for him, became pliant and eager; open. Alfred's outer layers just needed to be peeled away, he just needed to be opened up and coaxed out of his shell to play, and Dr. Frost had plenty of experience with that. "You are just like my wife... So sweet and headstrong..." He tilted Alfred's head up, his alluring violet eyes hidden behind the same type of mask as Alfred's.
Alfred sniffled and turned away, trying not to let his nemesis see him crying. "No, I... I don't want this."
"You do." Dr. Frost pulled Alfred back and tilted his head up by his chin. "You just feel guilty. You should not feel guilty." The Russian then pressed their lips together, kissing and thrusting his tongue into Alfred's mouth. It heated up, leaving them hot and bothered. Alfred yelped as he was picked up and carried, but distracted by the kiss once more, looping his arms around Dr. Frost's neck, hands sliding into his hair and kissing back eagerly. He felt terrible about it- but it felt so wonderful and right.
"I-" Alfred gasped and pulled away for a breath of air, yelping as they crashed to the floor of Dr. Frost's hovercopter. "I-I don't want this," he cried, only to be silenced by the Russian's lips, which he eagerly pushed back against.
"Say it all you want," Dr. Frost growled pleasantly, slowly undoing Alfred's belt and shoving a hand down his pants, "however you are aroused, and you know it," he snickered, gripping Alfred's cock and making him cry out sharply in surprise.
Alfred slapped the Russian sharply, only to be shoved back against the floor so hard his neck snapped back as he hit his head. Oh. He hadn't been expecting that. "What the hell!?"
"You push me and I vwill push back."
Bristling, Alfred started fighting back eagerly and actively partaking in the kissing now, gladly fighting back what struggling and fighting his nemesis threw at him. And Dr. Frost seemed quite eager as well. "Zat's it," he purred, voice predatory and pleasant, "fight back, I love seeing zat look in your eyes..."
Alfred hated to be the one to give his nemesis his sick thrills, but he couldn't deny he loved it too. He loved the thrill, the idea that it couldn't hurt him, the fact that he could do this without anything holding him back. There was nothing holding him back like thoughts of his husband, like morale, anything. His head was wiped clean of anything that could have made him back out.
Faster than soon they were both naked, leaving Alfred clawing at his nemesis's back, surely leaving deep marks in his pale skin, as the Russian fucked him hard. He was so dizzy from the penetration, Dr. Frost was so big, so thick, right on par with his husband. His eyes rolled back in his head from the initial pleasure, the stretch and painful penetration soon catching up but not able to match the pleasure. Alfred screamed with every thrust, legs wrapped tightly around his nemesis and pulling him in tighter, locked tight to try and keep him from pulling out.
Re: Oh, Mr. Superhero - Rus/Ame AU Pt. 5c/??
(Anonymous) 2012-02-10 01:55 am (UTC)(link)When Alfred came, he felt like he was dying. He was so overwhelmed with the pleasure and the intensity that his orgasm blew him away, leaving him limp on top of his nemesis, only for him to flip them around and continue pounding into Alfred like a machine, driving more pleasure into him after his body was beginning to go numb.
Arching his back as finally Dr. Frost finished, pulling out and cumming on his stomach, Alfred went limp, eyes fluttering shut, then open again, indecisively. The first thing he could comprehend was that he didn't have cum leaking out of him. "You pulled out..." Thank god.
"It vwill be better for bose of us." The Russian was sitting up, doing up his pants and got to his feet, admiring his thorough subjugation of the hero. "Get out."
Alfred hissed as he sat up and glared at Dr. Frost but did up his outfit and got to his feet. "Fuck you, I'm going home..."
"Have good time vwith your husband." Alfred flinched at those words, but it didn't stop him from leaving, muttering out only a simple 'fuck you' as he left the hovercopter, its doors snapping shut behind him and leaving him to run off flying as the vehicle zoomed away. There was no way he'd be flying straight... He took his bag and changed clothes before taking a cab ride to the van, then driving home.
Ivan was out when he got there, so he just went to crash upstairs for a nap. Hopefully his husband would be home soon...
Alfred must have slept a lot later than he'd planned, waking up to hands carding through his hair. He grunted and rolled over onto his back, looking up at his husband's face, smiling down at him. "Good evening, darling," he purred, leaning down to kiss down Alfred's cheeks. "You got home early. I'm sorry I missed you." He settled down and cuddled up close, head nestled in Alfred's neck. "I went to the store, I got home an hour ago. I didn't want to wake you."
"Oh, thanks, babe..." Alfred smiled and nuzzled the other. For once he actually felt at ease beside his husband, and it showed in both of their relaxed forms. Alfred couldn't explain it, but he knew everything was going to get better. He kissed Ivan and rolled onto his side, hands starting to slide under the Russian's shirt starting to rub at his sides. He stopped as Ivan hissed and pulled back. "Hunh? Hey, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I hurt my back." Ivan shrugged and awkwardly pulled away, looking nervous. Alfred immediately grew suspicious. But he couldn't... Ivan would tell him if he had cheated, right? He had that one time... But what if he didn't? What if that good few weeks of no sex chased Ivan off to some hooker looking for a big dick and money?
"Take your shirt off," Alfred demanded as he sat up, arms crossed and glaring until Ivan slowly pulled his turtleneck up. Alfred's eyes went slightly wide as he saw Ivan's back, covering in long red marks. "Ivan..." Oh god, only one thought entered his head. "Ivan, are you cheating on me?"
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Okey so I hope you all like this ;w;
Sorry about the wait and the cliffhanger... I hope to update soon!
Re: Oh, Mr. Superhero - Rus/Ame AU Pt. 5c/??
(Anonymous) 2012-02-10 03:11 am (UTC)(link)I feel really bad for Alfred, though him cheating on his husband with his husband is hilarious. Cause he at least feels guilt over it, Ivan doesn't seem to give much of a fig. Yeah, I know, 'villian' and all, but still! Doesn't he love Alfred? *sadface*
*kicks evil cliffhanger*
Re: Oh, Mr. Superhero - Rus/Ame AU Pt. 5c/??
(Anonymous) 2012-02-10 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)I kinda agree with the person above it really is odd how Alfred feels guilty when Ivan is just like "Oh well Alfred didn't do it with me for a few weeks gotta go get laid somewhere else." It really makes one question if Ivan really loves Alfred or maybe it furthers my theory about Ivan already knowing Captain Awesome's identity.
Love you A!A even though you did end this part with a horrible cliffhanger.
Re: Oh, Mr. Superhero - Rus/Ame AU Pt. 5c/??
(Anonymous) 2012-02-11 09:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: Oh, Mr. Superhero - Rus/Ame AU Pt. 5c/??
(Anonymous) 2012-02-12 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)Can't wait to see how this pans out!
Re: Oh, Mr. Superhero - Rus/Ame AU Pt. 5c/??
(Anonymous) 2012-04-21 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)