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“I’m so happy you’re here!”
An excited voice echoed through the mansion. Ivan was sitting down, legs crossed. A cigarette hanging from his lips, he took it in between his fingers as he inhaled and blew out the smoke. The nicotine sent some relaxation down his stressed body. He had spent the entire plane ride anxious. Hell, he’s spent the last year anxious.
And here he is, sitting upon an overly expensive chair, in the middle of a luxurious home he hasn’t visited in years.
Alfred approached Ivan, with a pep in his step. He had a bright smile, one that lit up the room. Freshly shaven face, perfectly white teeth, and baby blue eyes that were excited. He genuinely seemed thrilled to have Ivan in his house. He took off his suit jacket and put it behind a chair. Alfred walked to Ivan, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek. He would've kissed his lips but Ivan’s mouth seemed busy with the cigarette.
Ivan didn’t move when he received the kiss. His large, hooded eyes glanced down before meeting Alfred’s baby blues. His tired eyes contrasted with Alfred’s youthful, energetic expression. How Ivan envied Alfred’s full of life energy. He forced a gentle smile, soft lips turning up in the corner.
“I am glad you feel that way… I was dumped on you after all…” Ivan’s voice turned bitter, lifting the cigarette to his lips. A quick inhale followed by more smoke. Alfred playfully fanned it away with his hand, chuckling at Ivan’s response.
“You weren’t dumped on me. I was so happy when Yeltsin called! I was already pretty excited to hear you were coming for the Washington Summit, and now you are staying for the summer…” Alfred's eyes widened with glee, his arms extending. Ivan noted his animated body language. He appeared genuine, and Ivan wouldn’t take that away from him.
‘The entire summer…’ Ivan repeated in his head. It’s been decades since he’s stayed outside his own country for more than a few weeks. The past fifty years his travels were restricted to a time frame. Always expected back in Moscow in at least two weeks, ready to work. And ready to offer any information to his boss.
It wasn’t until the 80’s he got to travel more freely. Less questions on where he’s going, the figurative leash Ivan wore got loose. But now, this was an entirely new situation. His boss had looked him in the eyes and told him he needed a vacation. A break from the chaos surrounding him, and said vacation would be in America, because he had ‘such a good relationship with Alfred’. Nevertheless, Ivan saw right through all of this. Ivan hadn’t been sent on a three month getaway out of the kindness of his boss’s heart. Every act had a motive, including this.
“I think it was a good call for him to let you have a break. Your boss’s are usually so strict and never let you relax. You deserve a few months to pretend you're just some guy named Ivan Braginsky!” Alfred winked, chuckling as he walked to Ivan's suitcase. He gripped the handle, pulling it close to him. “I’m gunna put this in my room, okay?” He said, wearing a smirk as he quickly walked off with his luggage. Alfred had energy Ivan envied.
‘His room…’ Ivan thought to himself. He sighed and took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke leaving his pink lips slowly. He had to think of a way to gently tell Alfred that he’d prefer his own room. He couldn’t recall the last time he shared a bed with someone for months . A few weeks, yes, but months? He’d need a few nights by himself here and there. This is the exact opposite of Alfred, the bubbly extrovert. He could spend every waking moment with Ivan and not feel the same emotional exhaust.
Ivan put out the cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. He felt a pain in his lower back, causing him to stretch and let out a small whine before he followed behind Alfred. He’d been here countless times before and knew where the master bedroom was. His eyes lingered to the rest of the house. Large, luxurious, and decorated beautifully. This home in particular had an antique look to it. Ivan enjoyed the dark wood, velvet furniture, and oil paints that were displayed in the living room. Walking up the staircase, he eyed the details on the railing, and the glass chandelier above their heads.
Although in Ivan’s eyes, it’s unnecessary big. Other than the little girlfriends Alfred would entertain, he lived alone.
Alfred caught Ivan’s eyes wondering. “Heh, beautiful, isn’t it?” He questioned.
“Of course.” Ivan replied.
“Funny since last time you said my house was a ‘gross display of capitalism’.”
“Both things can be true.” Ivan retorted, rolling his eyes. Alfred got a glance of his facial expression and snickered. He took glee in their constant back and forth, more so than Ivan.
Up the stairs and down the hallway, they arrived at Alfred's room. Ivan’s hooded eyes scanned while Alfred pulled his suitcase near the closet.
“I cleared some space in my closet for you!” Alfred’s hand extended towards the walk in closet. “If you need anything, let me know.”
If Ivan hadn’t been emotionally drained, he would have asked to simply put his belongings in one of the spare bedrooms. It would have given him the opportunity to have his own personal space away from Alfred. Nevertheless, the American was keen on keeping them as close to each other as possible. Ivan couldn’t decide if it’s out of clinginess, distrust, or a mix of both.
“Okay…” Ivan let out a defeated sigh, walking to the bed and collapsing. The velvet sheets pressed against his face felt promising of a good night's sleep. He caught himself imagining being in someone’s arms while he slept, but he ended up pushing that thought deep away.
Alfred chuckled at Ivan’s display, getting on the bed with him. Laying next to him, one hand went to his neck tie to loosen it. A raised brow with a smirk placed on his face. “Ha, you’re tired? Didn’t sleep on the plane at all?”
“No, not at all…” in a weak voice Ivan confessed. “I am going to take a nap…” Heavy eyes closed, his body giving in to the chance to rest. He couldn’t be bothered to change out of his clothes. The bed smelled like Alfred, which he found comforting. A fact he despited. His mind blocked any disturbance as he fell asleep.
What was supposed to be a nap turned into an over twelve hour slumber. Sun shining down on his face, his eyes opened to the sight of a bare chest. Surprised, he flinched while his eyes trailed up a tan chest to meet baby blues. He sat up, looking around, confused and disheveled. In his underwear only, and he couldn’t remember changing out of his clothes.
“Mornin’ baby.” Alfred sweetly talked, arms folded behind his head. “You slept for a loooong time.”
Ivan rubbed his eyes, looking around the room. He noticed his clothes on the floor. “I don’t remember getting undressed…”, confusion lingering in his voice.
“You woke up in the middle of the night and just started to take off all your clothes. You were mumbling that you didn’t feel comfortable… And then you went and snuggled against me, it was super cute, man!” Alfred bragged, grinning ear to ear. Ivan’s own cheeks went red as he turned to look away. “Oh, stop lying…” He accused Alfred. Giving Alfred satisfaction through cutesy or needy behavior isn’t his prerogative.
“Heh, I’m not lying… But anyway, speaking of clothes, I was planning on taking you shopping.” Alfred sat up, stretching his arms until he heard a crack. Ivan’s eyes went to his abs, noticing the toned muscle. Alfred caught his staring and patted his abs, “Wanna feel?”
This only caused Ivan’s face to burn harder, his eyes rolling as he shook his head. He didn’t understand why his eyes had lingered, it only brought embarrassment. Ivan couldn’t let Alfred swoon him, let him win whatever game Ivan had imagined in his mind.
“Why do I need new clothes? My clothes are fine.” Ivan stated, raising a brow.
“Eh, if you’re gunna be here all summer, you’ll stick out a lot…” Alfred attempted to approach the topic with grace, at first. He looked to the side, avoiding eye contact for a moment.
“Why would I stick out?!” The statement felt like an attack in Ivan’s head.
“How do I say this nicely… You dress like an old, sad, gay, Soviet bookkeeper.”
Ivan scoffed, officially offended.
“Also, you’re super tall. If you don’t want people to notice who you are, you gotta dress a little less… Soviet …”
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“I told you Alfred, I don’t like jeans, they are uncomfortable.” Ivan said, shaking his head as he held up the pair of Levi jeans picked out for him. Picky and dismissive, he couldn’t stand the idea of wearing a pair. It’s all so American.
“You don’t like Soviet jeans. Ours is better because we use way more cotton than yours.” Alfred explained, pulling at the jeans to prove their stretchiness. “Soviet jeans barely use enough cotton.”
Ivan’s face twisted into annoyance, as he began to defend the reason. “We have rations for cotton. We cannot use it just for fashion…”
“Yeah, we don’t have fucking cotton rations, sugar.” Alfred spat back, leaning into his ear. Ivan could hear Alfred’s smirk; it made him want to vomit. “We don’t live like it’s still World War II.” The air of condensation of Alfred’s voice irritated Ivan. Alfred could care less if he offended Ivan; the Russian had nothing to say back. Nothing that mattered at least.
“... I wonder how you get such a cheap abundant supply of cotton-” Ivan attempted at a comeback, but Alfred quickly cut him off.
“Save it for your manifesto.” Alfred sighed, walking back to the chair in the dressing room. Sitting down, he leaned back and took in a deep breath to relax. He’s not in the mood to argue with Ivan over ideals that he found silly.
“Now, just try them on. Just once, for me?” Alfred’s voice went from exhausted to sweet. A soft smile on his face, he used it to butter up Ivan. There had to be sugar thrown into his offensive and condescending commentary.
Ivan wanted to say no , but emotional exhaustion got the best of him. Putting the jeans down on a chair, he undid the dress pants he had on. Once they were pushed down, he could feel Alfred’s gaze on him. He didn’t dare to look, as acknowledging it would cause Alfred to be cocky and let a slick comment slip from his lips. He could already hear “But you’re so hot, how can I not stare?” In Alfred’s boastful tone.
Grabbing the Levi’s, Ivan put his legs through them. He had to jump to get them past his hips, and a snicker hit his ears. Ivan rolled his eyes, buttoning it together. Standing straight, he looked at himself in the full length mirror. He looked…
“Yeah, those look so good!” Alfred praised, his smile wide as he watched Ivan. It was an award to see Ivan in jeans; a piece of clothing Ivan swore he’d never own. To Ivan, jeans were a symbol of America and its capitalism. Consumerism, all the aspects of the West he hated. And while his country had embraced the free market and all its commodities, Ivan still attempted to keep his original communist values. That fashion was bourgeois and decadent, an obsession of the West. Clothing shouldn’t be used as a status symbol, but those values were hanging by a thread. He adored how the soft denim fit his body, but couldn’t bear to admit it to Alfred.
“... They look fine…” Ivan said quietly, turning his hips to check himself out in the mirror. The black turtleneck was fitted, as his entire outfit let the viewer see his figure. He had a tendency of wearing baggy sweaters, long coats, and ill-fitted dress pants due to the size of his hips.
“Fine? Baby, they look great. Better than what the fuck you usually are wearing…”
“Don’t call me baby!” Ivan snapped back, his hands balled into fist out of frustration. “And try not to insult me constantly.”
“First of all, you love that I call you baby.”
“No, I do not-“
“Second of all, I love you but… I don’t even think it’s you being a Commie with how you dress, I think it’s just a you thing.”
Ivan took a deep sign before turning around to face the mirror. “I know you hate how I dress, you don’t need to throw it in my face how ugly you think my clothes are…” he complained, a hint of hurt in his voice.
Alfred sighed and attempted to repair the situation. He had a habit of having zero filter, which conflicted with Ivan’s more modest talk. Standing up, he calmly walked over and placed his hands on Ivan’s hips. Standing behind him, Ivan’s expression would have been out of view if it wasn’t for the mirror.
“I just think that you hate your body, so you try to hide it through clothes. That’s all.”
Ivan couldn’t help but to pout, as he had no response. Constant talk of how much he hated his figure, there’s no point in denying it. But he despised giving Alfred any props for being correct.
“… I like the turtleneck.”
“Get it, and get another color too.”
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“I’m glad you took my suggestions, you really look great!” Alfred boosted, grinning as he watched Ivan. After their shopping trip, they explored and went out to eat. Alfred insisted they go out for dinner as well, but Ivan pleaded that they stay in, as he felt jet lagged still. He had changed his outfit to one Alfred had bought him. The American sported a smirk the entire time.
Ivan smiled softly, turning his head to look at Alfred. “Thank you.” He took the compliment, agreeing that he did look dashing. Nevertheless, he’s cautious to admit it.
“Wanna cuddle and watch T.V.? I can throw a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner later.” Alfred asked, expanding his arms. Ivan chuckled and nodded, “Sure, why not.” He agreed, following behind Alfred. His eyes wandered as they went up the stairs. “Thank you for taking me out and showing me D.C… It was nice…” Ivan stated, truthful. Alfred had a habit of spoiling, and it’s challenging for a man like Ivan to get used too. But he saw the love behind it, and is aware that it’s Alfred’s love language.
Alfred’s head turned, matching the smile Ivan had. “Of course… Anything for you.” He spoke truthfully, pleased to receive any compliments from Ivan. Once they were in the room, Alfred remembered how thrilled he is for the next few months.
“I’m so excited for you to figure out where you wanna go after the Summit.” Alfred said, sitting on his bed. In a week, Ivan’s boss would come to meet with him regarding aid and future plans. Alfred promised to take Ivan anywhere in the country for a week or two afterwards. Going back and forth between different locations and D.C. were Alfred’s plans for the both of them.
Ivan shrugged, glancing around the room. His eyes went to all the gadgets and possessions Alfred had. In fear of being viewed as materialistic, he held back interest in such items. “Like I said, I really don’t mind where we go… You can just… take me where you think we’d have fun…”
“But that’s so many places, Ivan!” Alfred exclaimed, laughing boastfully. “America has so many great places, babe. Don’t worry, we’ll figure out where to go.” He reassured.
Ivan snorted, leaning against the wall. He crossed his arms, his eyes lingering to a watch Alfred had on a dresser. “I just… take everyone to either Moscow or Saint Petersburg…” His previous bosses were strict on where he could have peers visit.
“Yeah, but Russia has a lot of other cool places, right?” Alfred complemented. His eyes watched Ivan’s, noticing him staring at the watch. “Wanna try that watch on? It’s a Rolex.” He offered.
Ivan twitched and shook his head, embarrassed that his staring had been noticed. “No, no, it is fine.”
“Are you sure? You can have it if you want. I have like, a lot.” Alfred laughed, shrugging. He’d hand over any material possession to Ivan if he so much as showed interest.
“I own a watch. It is somewhere in my bag… It tells time. It works.” Ivan stated, sighing as he crossed his arms. It isn’t a fancy watch, but he cherished it since a human he’s fond of gifted it to him years ago. “Not a fan of luxury watches…” Ivan whispered to himself. Nevertheless, Alfred of course still heard him.
“Why not? I think they look cool.” Alfred stated, tilting his head. He adored watches, and had amassed a collection too many to count.
“Watches are for telling time. Not as status symbols.” Ivan bluntly stated. He couldn’t hold back his opinion, even if Alfred would have a snarky comment to say.
“Oh my god…” Alfred groaned, rolling his eyes. He got up from the edge of the bed and went to the side. Sitting back down, he hunted for a cigarette and lighter in his pocket. “Are we still doing this?” he asked. Finding the cigarette and lighter, he lit it and took a drag. He leaned back against the bed, eyebrow raised.
“Doing what?” Ivan asked, shaking his head.
“This act.” Alfred used his free hand to make a circle motion in the air.
“What act?” Ivan questioned, his voice defensive.
“This commie act.” Alfred stated, his expression not amused.
“Excuse me?!” Ivan scoffed. He isn’t going to let Alfred get away with such a response. This isn’t the first time Alfred had made a similar comment, questioning his morals and integrity.
“Yeah, you heard me. This ‘I’m too good to wear jeans’ act.” Alfred used his fingers to make quotations. “Your boss isn’t going to throw you in jail for liking pretty things anymore… We can drop it now.” Another drag, Alfred thought Ivan had begun to deprogram himself from Communism. He’s discovering that those beliefs were still ingrained somewhere.
Ivan blinked, appalled but not surprised. “I am sorry, do you think my morals and beliefs are an ‘act’?” He questioned, raising a brow with a disgusted expression on his face.
“A little bit, sometimes.” Alfred confessed with a lack of shame. “Communism is dead, the Soviet Union died with it, why are you still talking like a mouth piece for the CPSU?” He looked around, faking a confused expression. “When is it going to end!” He dramatically cried out, rolling his eyes.
Ivan stood in silence for a moment. He had to deal with Alfred’s little jabs all day, and they were getting to him. Only for so long could Ivan be insulted on his status as a nation and values from Alfred. His heart racing from anger, he attempted to control himself. For now.
“When is the act of you being an arrogant asshole going to end?” Ivan spat out, tilting his head. His voice is tense, but quiet. He rarely yelled and kept it that way. He handled a desire to yell by going quieter in his tone. “When is that going to end?” He clenched his teeth, his fingers digging into his forearm.
Alfred took no offense to being called an asshole. “Yeah, I’m an asshole for living in reality.” Another drag from his cigarette, he sat up. Ready to argue, they both had this problem. The pair could go from lovey-dovey, to attacking each other at a split second. A cycle that plagued their relationship for the past few decades.
“Communism doesn’t work. Let it go.” The harshness in Alfred’s voice triggered Ivan. The American kept up an act of being happy and go-lucky, but Ivan knew the real Alfred. He could just as easily be cut throat, rude, and arrogant.
Ivan closed his eyes. He snorted, shaking his head at Alfred’s carelessness with his feelings. “You… Are…” Ivan fought to find the words to describe his emotions. His pause is taken advantage of by Alfred.
“Right? Yes, yes I am. I’m glad you finally are admitting it.” Alfred said in a calm voice, taking another drag. Ivan wanted to punch the smugness off his face, but he barely had the energy to argue. He’s tired. Emotionally and physically, in every way. The usual back and forth they’d do, he’s lost on the words for a comeback.
“Alfred…” Ivan began to speak, opening his eyes. Suddenly, without a warning, his throat dried up. A lump formed and he fought by tears. Swallowing it, he took a deep breath and held it together. For the moment at least.
“I get it. You think Communism is stupid…” Ivan took another breath, looking to the side. He’s tired, truly is.
“You think my ideals and beliefs are stupid. I get it. You won.” He emphasized. His teeth clenched, holding back the urge to scream. “The Soviet Union ended. The Berlin Wall fell. Everyone wants to join NATO…” He listed off, walking slowly towards the bed. “My economy is in shambles, my government is in ruins, there’s no food on the shelves… Thugs are running the streets…” Ivan let out a sad laugh, shrugging and shaking his head in defeat. “I couldn’t compete with the free market… I get it. I get it… I get it all, so please, it would be nice…” He inhaled, feeling out of breath as he wanted to shout on the top of his lungs. Repeating all the terrible things that had gone on in his homeland since the introduction of capitalism broke his heart.
“It would be nice…” His voice cracked, as he couldn’t hold back anymore. “If you didn’t throw it in my face constantly! I get it Alfred! I get it!” He yelled, shaking his hands above his head. It wasn’t overly loud, but it’s loud enough to be unusual for him. Fighting back tears, he took additional deep breaths. It’s a battle to deal with Alfred’s mix of love bombing and constant degrading comments. How is he supposed to cope with one minute Alfred expressing his love, and another relaying back all his failures to his face?
Alfred sighed, eyes expression appearing tired. It hid the shock of hearing Ivan yell. Perhaps he’d gone too far, he was simply annoyed in the moment. His lack of filter bit him in the ass. Aware that he needed to change his approach, he knew just how.
“Listen, I- I’m sorry. I love you. Come sit next to me, baby. Please?” Alfred’s tone changed to gentle and sincere, a contrast to earlier.
“Don’t call me baby! And no, I’m leaving!” Ivan yelled, anger and pain in his voice as he turned on his heels and headed towards the door. His heart raced, the pounding in his chest made it hard to breathe.
“Nobody loves you like I do, so why are you trying to leave?” Alfred kept his voice calm, knowing that yelling would trigger Ivan more. He needed his lover to cool down and feel less attacked. When Ivan feels defenseless, he’s the type to flee.
The statement had Ivan pause, his chest tingling for the first time in a while. He gave into the urge of defending himself against Alfred’s manipulative words. “That’s not true. You don’t love me.” His tone hurt as he shook his head. Ivan had enough awareness to know that statement isn’t true, but debuffing Alfred’s claims of love were his only defense at the moment.
“That’s a fucking lie dollface and you know it.” Alfred retorted, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray next to him. His expression unamused, he changed it to a more sympathetic look.
“Name someone who would have happily taken you in for months? Who? I was so fucking happy when your boss called. All I could think was how I’d get to wake up next to you everyday, all summer. Who else loves you like that? Who else wants to be around you like that?” Alfred raised a brow as his manipulative speech was presented as a declaration of love. “Other than your weird ass sister… Who loves you, like I do?”
Ivan had nothing to say, his mouth opened but no words left. No names came to mind. Not even Yao, they were on rocky terms at the moment. Ivan lacked an argument, and he despised it. No comeback to Alfred’s mind games.
Ivan backed up, his eyes wide. He shook his head, as if he’s shaking out Alfred’s words from his mind. “No, no… I’m not falling for this again…” Ivan whispered, talking to himself more so than Alfred.
“You aren’t falling for anything, because it’s the truth.” Alfred replied, shaking his head back. “Listen, I’m sorry. You’re stressed out and tense, and I’ve made it worse. Let me make it up to you, you need it.” Alfred offered a soft smile, tilting his head as he pointed to the other side of his bed.
Ivan’s breath hitched as he backed up again. Shaking his head more, he fought back the temptation of being in his arms. The idea of having a warm embrace around him, the allure of being loved. But to him, it’s a fantasy that he needed to escape.
“You don’t know what I need.” Ivan replied, returning to walking towards the door. Alfred is getting inside his head, and he’s desperate to leave.
“I do, because I know you, baby. I know that even though you tower over most people, and have to be strong and cold in nearly every aspect of your life- you wanna feel loved.”
That statement made Ivan freeze in his tracks. His eyes lingered at the doorknob, but he couldn’t find the strength to grip it and walk out. Alfred didn’t have to look at him to know.
“No one’s gentle with you, but I’m gentle with you. I love you. I’m sorry for being such an asshole earlier. You’re right… I… I don’t want to fight, baby, please. Just sit next to me.” Alfred pleaded. Ivan stayed in his spot, his mind and body at war on what to do. Alfred is being kind, but Ivan had a gut feeling that this was all an act. That Alfred desired to pacify him rather than genuinely make up for such arrogant behavior.
“I love you. You’re breaking my heart, don’t leave.” Alfred pouted, leaning back against the headboard. He didn’t want to have to get out of bed and chase after him. He’d do it, but he rather have his moody love come back to him.
A guilty sensation grew in Ivan’s chest. “You are the one breaking my heart by being so cruel…” Ivan replied, standing up for himself.
“And I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.” Alfred pleaded, lifting up the blanket to reveal the empty spot next to him. “I promise I will if you let me.”
Ivan stared at the bed. He had several choices. He could leave, and teach Alfred a lesson. It would be in vain since he knew Alfred wouldn’t change as a person any time soon. Or he could give in. Sit next to him and forget this argument happened. His pride desired revenge, and hated the concept of rewarding Alfred. Who would he be if he ran into his arms? Is it weak?
‘I love you.’
‘No one loves you like I do.’
‘You’re breaking my heart.’
Alfred’s words echoed in Ivan’s mind. Such rare phases, they stuck out when said to him. And the only person who did was Alfred.
‘I’m gentle with you.’
Ivan felt so tired. His body ached, and his heart hurt. He looked at Alfred’s face, and the idea of turning his back on such a smile began to torment him.
“Please?” Alfred begged, looking like a puppy who’s just been kicked.
Ivan rolled his eyes, sighing but still walking over. He couldn’t stand this. But yet he sat next to Alfred on his bed. The mattress creaked when he sat down.
“Fine. You want to make it up to me? How so?” Ivan asked, placing his hands on his waist. His expression annoyed but had softened.
Alfred smirked, as once he had Ivan in his bed he knew he’d won. He didn’t even need to get up and chase Ivan. His lover’s spirit is easier to tame than before; something had broken it down, and it worked in Alfred’s favor. He took off his glasses and placed them next to the ashtray.
“You should sit on my face.” Alfred whispered, raising his brows as he took Ivan’s hand.
“Oh, so, have sex. That is your way of making it up. So kind of you.” Ivan’s tone is sarcastic, and not impressive.
“Listen, you don’t have to do anything to me.” Alfred explained, placing a delicate kiss on the back of Ivan’s hand. “But don’t you want me to kiss down your neck, and your back…” He whispered, offering a kiss on his wrist. He then pushed down the sleeve of his turtleneck and continued his gentle trail of kisses. Ivan held his breath, frozen from such delicate handling.
‘Tell him to go to hell…’ Ivan thought, his lips trembling. His eyes watched Alfred kiss his arm, then meeting when Alfred let go.
‘Get out of here…’ Alfred leaned in, his fingers trapping Ivan’s face. His head in his hold, Ivan felt him pull him closer. ‘Don’t let him win.’
Their lips met, with Alfred’s moving but Ivan staying frozen. ‘Have respect for yourself…’ Ivan argued, his thoughts begging him to change his behavior. His eyes closed, he could feel Alfred’s thumb rubbing his cheek. So tender and loving.
‘What’s wrong with you… Get it together…’
“I love you.” Alfred whispered, his voice the catalyst for Ivan to kiss him back. His body won the war with his mind, as their lips both moved against each other with passion. Alfred’s hands let go of his face and went for his hips. Carefully squeezing the fat there, his lips pulled away from Ivan’s and he went for his jawline. “I’m so happy you’re here…” Alfred’s words could be felt against Ivan’s skin as he spoke.
‘I just want to feel good.’
The final argument in Ivan’s inner monologue. He lacked the drive to fight, to argue, to pack his belongings and get on a plane back to Moscow. He lacked the energy to resist the temptation of feeling loved and taken care of.
Ivan couldn’t fight it. How could he? When Alfred had no snarky remarks, no cockiness in his voice. The lack of arrogance and pride caused Ivan to break down his walls. How could Ivan have his guard up when Alfred was being so sweet.
All Ivan could do is melt. Turn into a puddle from gentle touches, like when Alfred would playfully squeeze his waist, or kiss the back of his neck. Or from words such as ‘I adore you’ or ‘I’m so happy you are here’ . Phrases Ivan rarely heard in his life, especially recently. It felt as if everyone close to him had run away as soon as the coast was clear.
‘I’ll just leave when we’re done…’ Ivan lied to himself, using it as an excuse to stay. Grabby hands went for the bottom of his turtleneck. He felt the fabric get pushed up, his nipples exposed to the cold air.
“Lemme see ‘em…” Alfred whispered, having a grin on his face as he licked his lips.
“See what?” Ivan asked, having a breathless voice from the kisses. His pounding heart caused him to lose his breath.
“Those cute lil’ nipples of yours…” Alfred whispered back, without hesitation he put one in his mouth. He sucked, then swirling his tongue around the nipple. His teeth nipped on it, pulling it carefully. Letting go, he repeated the action to the other one. Ivan gasped and wrapped his arms around Alfred, without hesitation. He didn’t think to flitch or shall, only to throw himself in Alfred’s embrace. A hot mouth around his perky nipples caused him to lose all restraint. A throbbing in a cock appeared, with him tensing up in his hold.
Ivan melted and became weak. Lost in the pleasure, he went under Alfred’s control. He didn’t observe how suddenly he’s clothed, and one minute his sweater is gone. Lips attacking his neck and jaw, he lost his pants and boxers in the process. His head was out of the clouds when he felt lips kiss up his thighs. Blinking, he realized he had lost every article of clothing, and is now on his hands and knees. He gasped for air and looked back to see only the top of Alfred’s hair, he looked back at the headboard. ‘How did I lose all my clothes already… I…’ He thought, bewildered over the situation.
All the kisses on his thighs and ass made him hum. Deciding to no longer question it anymore, he fully gave into the experience. Nuzzling his head into the pillows, he slipped out a moan when Alfred’s lips traveled from his thighs to his hole. A long, hot, swipe of the tongue and Ivan could feel his cock throbbing. Alfred smirked, continuing the action. Beyond thrilled by Ivan’s reaction, he knew he had Ivan in his hold. One moment they were arguing, and the next Ivan’s on his knees for him. How the tides turned made Alfred elated. Such delight from the spectacle.
His tongue made circles around the tight, pink ring of muscle. He let saliva drip on Ivan’s hanging pair, with his hands massaging the fat that made up his ass cheeks. His tongue tasted everything, from his balls, hole, ass cheeks, and up to his lower back. His mouth explored every inch of Ivan’s behind with passion and vigor. He sucked, nipped, and playfully bit a handful of times.
Alfred decided to be bold, and put spit on his finger. Delicately, he slipped in a finger. A careful rhythm of in and out, he waited for Ivan’s reaction. To his glee, Ivan whimpered and accepted without hesitation. One hand on his cheek, and another thrusting into him, he took his time. Even though his own cock begged to be taken out and touched, he needed Ivan’s permission. For Ivan to cry, whisper, or plead with wreckless abandon to be fucked.
He added another finger, with no complaint from Ivan. His only responses were moans and gasps. The corner of Alfred’s lips twitched into a grin. He found Ivan adorable , and fought the urge to hit the ass cheek he had a death grip on. Or pulling Ivan’s hair, forcing him into a kiss.
‘It wouldn’t hurt…’ Alfred reasoned with himself, leaning into his desires. Offering a sharp hit on Ivan’s cheek, his hand then went up Ivan’s back and to the back of his head. Yanking his hair, Ivan’s back arched as a pair of lips came to his. A sloppy make out anticipated, Alfred felt shallow breaths from Ivan on his face.
“I want you inside me.” Ivan commanded, his voice low but clear. He didn’t look at Alfred, he didn’t need to. He kept his red face pressed against the headboard. “ Now.”
Alfred smiled, raising his brow as he pulled his hand away to search for oil. “Heh, yeah, give me a second, baby…” He whispered. His hands shook, almost dropping the bottle when he found it.
“Hurry up…” Ivan whined, in a bratty tone. It only made Alfred grin more, as Ivan became cuter by the second. He had a thing for taming brats.
“I’m coming, don’t worry…” he reassured. Covering his cock in oil, he with care began to push the tip of his member inside of Ivan. His breath hitched from the sensation of such tightness around his tip.
“Oh my god…” Ivan gasped in Russian. His hands trembled as one went back to reach behind him. He pushed his hand against Alfred’s hip, stopping him from going deeper.
“You okay, baby?” Alfred asked, staying still. His tone stayed sweet and concerned, his hands massaging his hips and asscheeks. He’s thrilled from the sensation of it all: Ivan’s tight around him, his soft skin, the squishy fat underneath. His back arched from pleasure, nothing sight is better. Ivan was where he belonged, under him .
“Y-yes, you are, just big…” Ivan explained, panting in between the response. The fullness caused him to lose his breath. Such a powerful sensation to fully take in Alfred’s member.
“Heh, I know, I’ll be gentle. I’ll go whenever you are ready, okay?” Alfred whispered, using a hand to rub Ivan’s back. It made Ivan relax, taking in a few deep breaths before both hands went to the headboard. He clinged on it for dear life.
“You, you can go…” Ivan gave permission, which Alfred responded with gentle, slow thrust inside of him. He nuzzled his face against the headboard, the velvet fabric soft against his face. Hiding his pleasured covered expression from Alfred’s eyes.
“I love you… God, you feel so fucking good…” Alfred praised, his hands squeezing Ivan’s keeps as he kept a steady pace. He stayed focused on Ivan, every move, word, and touch had a purpose in this moment. His goal was to turn Ivan into a puddle from sweet talk and gentle moves. A mess that would cuddle him afterwards and forget the idea of leaving.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby…” Alfred leaned in and licked Ivan’s upper back, near his shoulder. “I just wanna take care of you, and make you feel good…” One hand went to the back of Ivan’s neck, gripping it with ease.
Ivan could only moan, he tried to nod but failed. “Mhm…” A hum of approval was all he could muster up in the moment. His heart filled up with love, it hurt. Sweet talk made him melt. Especially Alfred, that man had a mouth dripping with honey. The hand of the back of his neck aided in the goal of breaking down every barrier Ivan had up.
Both men had throbbing cocks, as Alfred sped up his pace. The bed creaked, and the room filled with pants, moans, and slaps from their love making. Ivan’s core tensed up, he felt weak to admit that is already close to an orgasm. Every thrust, grab, and word pushing him closer to the edge.
He attempted to hold it together, what helped was the lack of eye contact. He couldn’t bear to look at those baby blues; he’d confess his secrets and lose all control. Those eyes were dangerous, and he’d be too weak to argue if Alfred flipped him over.
Nevertheless, Alfred desired to see Ivan’s face. It had been hidden from him their entire love making session. He knew why, and had a plan of fixing it. His eyes watched his cock get consumed by Ivan’s ass. Each thrust, Ivan took him well and deep. Wrapped around him so perfectly, he held back, giving those cheeks a well deserved slap. He’d save it for another session.
To Ivan’s dismay, Alfred pulled out. About to ask why, he’s turned around. Alfred did it with care, and now on his back, he’s forced to look him in his eyes. The one act he wanted to avoid. Panting and letting out whines, he watched Alfred put his legs over his shoulder. His knees to his chest, Alfred slipped back inside of him. In missionary, their faces were so close, and Ivan couldn’t escape Alfred’s stare.
Especially when Alfred wrapped his hands around his neck, forcing him to look up. A move Ivan is defenseless to. A strong grip on his neck made Ivan a wreck. A helpless mess who could only moan and come to whoever is deep inside of him.
“I love you, baby…” Alfred panted, thrusting again. Ivan trembled, his hands going to Alfred’s wrist to hold them. Their eyes met, with confessions now slipping from his pink lips.
“I love that you call me baby, I-I just get embarrassed…” Ivan would have scolded himself for admitting that, but his mind was preoccupied about how amazing this felt. His voice was weak and pathetic, a contrast to how he spoke in his daily life.
Alfred smirked at the confession. Overjoyed, sweat dripping down his tan chest, his speed rose gradually. “I know baby, it’s alright…” Alfred whispered, short of breath himself. “You’re my prideful lil’ thang…” He teased, leaning in for a kiss.
‘I just have to fuck it out of you…’ Alfred thought. Beyond thrilled in this moment, he held back every cocky comment he’d usually make. Ivan needed this delicate care. Kind words, sweet nothings. All the tricks to win him over, Alfred had practiced. Not that long ago they were bickering, and now he had his prideful lover an utter mess under him. In his rightful place. Ivan spoke the truth in their earlier argument. Alfred had won.
He viewed Ivan as a prize. Something to conquer, personally and on a global scale. For so long Ivan fought his influence, his movies, his clothes, his politics. Ivan stood his own ground, and on the other side of the globe attempted to undermine Alfred’s sphere of influence. Alfred hated it, especially coming from a person he viewed so attractive and desirable. Ivan was cute, smart, funny, and witty; why couldn’t he accept America ? Why couldn’t he accept democracy and capitalism like the rest of his European peers? That question would haunt Alfred regularly. He wanted Ivan. Not just as a lover, but as a reward. Proof that he’s the hero, number one , what everyone aspires to be.
Ivan’s run as a world power had ended, and in Alfred’s eyes, rightfully so. There’s no one else to challenge him the way the Soviet Union did. He is the sole world power. No longer did Alfred share that title. His biggest competition had fallen apart, and while Alfred would never admit it, he secretly hoped Russia would stay that way. He wanted Ivan to need him, like so many others did.
Alfred now had his prize squirming under him. With big, watery eyes. His prize is now wearing Levi’s and watching his shows, eating his food, and sleeping in the bed of a mansion that he called a ‘gross display of capitalism’. He’s the victor in their decades long Cold War, and he’d celebrate their first time having sex since the fall of the union by breeding him.
“I, I, I’m…” Ivan cried, unable to explain how close he was. Alfred thankfully picked up on it, and went ahead with his plans. Thrusting with a greater speed, he raised a brow and smirked down at his shaking lover.
“Come for me, baby…” Alfred asked, his voice husky. Ivan swiftly did as told, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He let out a loud cry as his entire body tensed up. Toes curled, he tightened around Alfred’s cock, who’s tip kept jabbing at a spot that made him see stars. Come dripped from his cock as he gasped for air, trembling as the orgasm rocked his body.
Alfred watched in glee, the performance bringing him to his own orgasm. “Come for daddy.” Alfred groaned, letting out cockiness that he had hidden earlier. As he slammed into him, his true self revealed. It poured out like his seed, deep into Ivan. He lost himself in the experience of having such a tight lover take him. His grip on Ivan’s neck tightened.
“You’re all fucking mine, and I’m gunna fill you up to remind you…” Alfred cursed. It went out one ear and out the other with Ivan. The tightened grip on his neck restricted access to air, causing his mind to go fuzzy. Completely lost in pleasure, he lacked any awareness. All he could do is moan with Alfred as they shared an orgasm together. Get lost in a pretend world that Alfred’s love for him is healthy and pure, and not a sick mix of pride and lust. Because, how else would he live with himself?
It took a while for Ivan to fall from cloud nine to reality. It’s a gentle fall, with the glow from love making keeping his heart sensitive. One moment his eyes were rolling to the back of his head, and now his eyes closed. He felt Alfred lay next to him, and nuzzled his shoulder. Searching for the words to say, he turned his head ever so slightly.
“... Alfred, I am sad… And I need you to be nice to me…” Ivan’s voice is vulnerable and faint, but came from his soul.
“I just want someone to be nice to me… I get yelled at, from all sides…” Ivan confessed. Alfred listened with a concerned look on his face.
“I’ll be nice… Like I said, I’m sorry…” He replied, his husky voice returning. Sitting up using his elbow, he looked down and offered a gentle kiss.
“I love you.”