Chapter Text
“We have Jones, Sir”
Ivan ended the call at that. He slowly, methodically, put away the ledger for the latest weapon’s deal. He expects to see those numbers double very soon.
For once, Ivan leaves his pipe in his cavernous office. This is a fight that he wants to savor. Luring that idiot American to raid his warehouse was laughably easy. A few choice words to the right border agents, and the young upstart thought he could hijack Ivan’s latest shipment.
That audacity is what made Alfred Jones one of the most powerful bosses in the underground. Once part of Kirkland’s inner circle, he broke free and built his own empire on illicit weapons trade, a turf that Ivan once dominated.
He’s charismatic which made his men loyal. Strategic, yet so assured of his own victory that he thinks he can never fail.
He is about to see just how wrong he is.
“Privyet, Fedya”
The young boss glared at him, pulling at the manacles keeping his hands above his head. “Let me go Braginsky”
Ivan gave him a small pleasant smile, but the Russian’s men surrounding the two all stiffened.
“You come into my territory and think you can give me orders?” The scent in the room thickened. Most alphas have heady, suffocating scents that push a weaker man to submit. But Ivan’s scent was sharp. The type that penetrates and sends a jolt of ice down your veins, the edges only dulled by the layers of fabric the Russian wears.
But the young American only flared his own scent in challenge and spit at Ivan’s feet, the glob landing at the tip of Ivan’s boot. “It’s gonna be my territory soon anyway. I’m not letting a psycho rule this industry for long”. The men around them were getting antsy, all instincts telling them to run before two predators clashed.
One brave soul haltingly approached Ivan to offer his gun, but the boss chuckled and waved them away.
“You think so, Fredya? Then I’d like to see you take it from me.”
Ivan turned to the guard nearest Alfred. “Let him go”
The man removed the lock on Alfred’s manacles, and the American leisurely stretched once his arms were free. “It’s not like you to play fair Braginsky . You sure you’re not getting too cocky?”.
Ivan only continued to smile as he passed his coat to one of his men.
Alfred was an excellent fighter. He wielded the raw strength of an alpha with a series of explosive techniques. But his strategy was easy to predict. The American lunged forward faster than anyone in the room could see, but Ivan was expecting him to make the first attack. Ivan sidestepped and readied for a throw which Alfred evaded.
The two broke apart, and blow after blow came. It was rare for anyone at their level to brawl. The quick fix of a gunshot took care of most problems. The spectators in the room feared getting involved, but every single one marveled at the two high-level alphas before them.
Alfred struck at Ivan’s jaw, and the taller man could only lean back to soften the impact. A thin red line bloomed on his lips and the first drop of blood fell to the floor. Barely stifled gasps can be heard. No one has ever landed a blow to their boss’ face, but Ivan looked thrilled.
This time the Russian lunged for Alfred. Alfred was ready to dodge, arms raised slightly to block a head strike, but what he did not expect was a heavy kick to his stomach. He let out a short shout from the pain, and the impact sent him to the ground.
“Fucking bastard. Who kicks like that in a brawl?!” The American hissed between shallow breaths. With strength like theirs, both knew that a single clean hit could turn the tides, for Ivan most especially. The other boss wasted no time in landing kick after kick to Alfred’s ribs.
Each strike felt like it broke bones. Alfred fell onto his back. His vision blurred from the pain, but he saw the Russian man drop down to mount him, legs on either side of his body. Alfred braced himself for a punch to the head yet it never came.
He felt Ivan pull at his shirt collar until his shoulder was bare and sink his teeth into his mating glands.
“What the fuck!” Alfred screamed. The shock kicked his adrenaline higher and gave him enough strength to bridge and get the Russian off him for long enough to scramble away.
Alfred brought a hand to his shoulder. What was this bastard thinking?! He could feel the blood from where the rival boss’ fangs dug into him, but what was even worse were the effects. He felt no fear when he was captured or bound, but the bite was enough to make his stomach drop. He knew the weight of what Ivan had done. If the Russian bastard knotted him, then...The Alpha inside him roared, but this was not the bloodlust of his kind. It was the raw instinct of a frightened beast knowing that to lose means they will not survive the night.
Seeing that touch of fear in Alfred’s eyes was all Ivan needed. He fought faster, harder, intoxicated by the sour notes in the American’s scent each time his fists landed. Ivan decides that he’s had enough fun.
Alfred’s greatest strength was that he’s willing to defy the impossible with unshakeable confidence in his own ability. He had lost this fight the minute Ivan’s bite taught him what it means to fear.
Alfred punches, but with his injured side, the shot lacks the speed he had earlier in the fight. The Russian man catches his arm. He pulls it back and shoves the man to the ground with his arm twisted behind his back.
Pure panic fills Alfred then like he’s never felt before. He pulls the last of his strength to shake off the man behind him, but the solid body feels like a mountain has settled on top. He needs to fight. He needs to fight goddamnit because if he doesn't -
The hand locking his arm lifted only for Alfred to feel tugging at his pants and underwear. “Braginsky get the fuck off me!” Alfred managed to push up after his arm was free, but Ivan slammed his head onto the ground. A hand slides around his throat and squeezes until spots spark on his vision.
“I said get the fuck off” Alfred wheezes between. His head was pounding, and he’s only vaguely aware of the blood trailing down the side of his head. “Nyet. You’ve lost Fredya, and it’s time for me to claim my prize.”
As the American struggles to stay lucid, Ivan suddenly releases. The rush of air causes Alfred to gasp before he’s wracked by coughs that turn into a scream as Ivan lifts his hips from the ground and shoves two fingers into him dry.
Ivan regrets that he can't see the tears he knows are in the American’s eyes, so he drinks his fill of the short breathy, gasps Alfred makes with each thrust of his fingers. “ I’ll fucking kill you asshole” Alfred’s voice is pinched with pain, and the sounds come out raw from the abuse his throat suffered.
Ivan scissored the two fingers inside him, and the reality of his position hit him. His chest was shoved into the concrete, arms barely holding him up, and he could feel the slight gape of his hole from the Russian working him open. The awareness brought him a fresh wave of mortification.
“You’re taking this so well Alyoshka. It’s almost a shame you haven't started to bleed.” Ivan cooed in his ear. Alfred’s body tensed having Ivan so close to the mating gland on his neck. As if hearing his fears, the Russian raked his fangs over the glands. “You’ll feel so nice around me. Tighter than any omega I’ve ever had, and much more fun to play with.” Ivan slowly eased a third finger in as he spoke, flexing his fingers to spread Alfred as wide as he could.
“You know what happens to an Alpha who takes a knot here, da?” The question was punctuated with a sharp thrust and Alfred’s scream. “You’ll be worse than an Omega in heat. Always needy and desperate for your alpha’s knot. Crying to be filled at every moment of the day because you’re nothing without it.”
Ivan pulled out his fingers. He undid his own trousers and lined himself up with Alfred’s stretched hole. The preparation was nowhere near enough, but the Russian shoved the head in without remorse.
“You wouldn’t be an alpha anymore. Not even an omega. All you’ll be is my bitch ”
It hurts. It hurts so much that Alfred couldn’t even scream. The tears have turned to sobs, and when Ivan continued to push in, he was sure his body would break.
“P-please...enough,” Alfred has never begged in his life, has never been put in a situation where there was nothing to bargain with, and where threats fall on deaf ears. He’s never had to throw himself at another’s mercy, and Ivan relished seeing the thorn at his side brought so low.
Ivan curled his lips into a childish pout. “But Alyoshka, I’m not even halfway in”.
Something in Alfred broke. The pain was unbearable. With each shallow breath, Alfred forced himself to submit. He never wanted to admit defeat, but it was the only way to make the pain go away. As the tension left his limbs, allowing Ivan to enter deeper, Alfred felt the fire of his Alpha dim with it.
Ivan finally bottomed out, then pulled away until only the tip was pulling at the younger man’s rim. Alfred felt oddly empty, a thought he didn't want to acknowledge, but the feeling didn't last for long as Ivan started to thrust into him.
The American was ready to pass out, and with growing horror, he realized his cock was hardening. It shouldn’t be possible for an Alpha to get hard over this, but the dull throb of the bite mark on his neck reminded him of what was to come.
Suddenly, Alfred felt the heat inside him grow impossibly larger. Ivan’s knot had started to form.
A renewed adrenaline shot through Alfred.
“Fuck—Please stop...pl-ease...don’t knot me,” Alfred’s voice quivered with desperation, but Ivan only laughed. “Be careful Alyoshenka. Take your pleasure while you can. Because next time you won’t get my knot so easily. ” There would be no going back after this. Ivan had bitten him, and his knot would be enough to shatter what was left of Alfred’s wounded Alpha. He’d be bound to Ivan forever.
The Russian slammed his hips as he chased his release. His knot grew, and Alfred was overcome with a fresh wave of pain made worse by the mingling of arousal.
Ivan’s thrust lost rhythm as he chased his climax, and Alfred’s desperation reached the same feverish heights. He cast aside what was left of his tattered pride, turned back to face the Russian, and begged.
“Please-plea-” Alfred choked on a sob as the knot inside him continued to form. “Ngh— please. I’ll give up the weapons trade, my territory, anything. Just- just please-” He was frantic. Trying to think through the pain and the pleasure and the utter humiliation of sobbing for Ivan’s mercy. “Please- I’ll do anything. I’ll join your family and you can use me however you want. Please- Alpha- ”
Alfred’s whimpering stopped dead in his throat as he felt Ivan brush his lips against his. Too gently. Too sweetly. But the shock turned into a silent scream as he felt those lips move and fangs clamp down on his mating gland.
Alfred felt the warmth of Ivan’s seed inside him.
It was over.
The American went slack, passed out from the pain, and Ivan released the bite he had on Alfred’s shoulder. He kissed the wound he had created, marveling at the man that was now his.
Alfred would have taken everything from him. Without his empire, his men would desert him. The strings that kept his murderous little sister out of prison would snap, and Katyusha would have become a whore for some fat pig to protect them from the fall.
Without his empire, they would have all abandoned him, but Ivan will never be alone again.
His knot deflated enough to slip out, and it's at that moment that Alfred began to stir. He rolled onto his back and attempted to push himself up. When his eyes opened, the blue was dull, but there was one last spark of defiance before he lowered his head in submission.
Slowly, Alfred drew his legs up, planting his feet at either side of his hips until he was spread open, his gaping hole leaking Ivan’s cum for all to see.
When the American raised his head, he looked at Ivan with eyes glazed over. Pulling his legs as far back as he could, Alfred spoke with a voice already pinched with need.
“
Please, Alpha
”