A/N: I would like to thank InuTani for creating a Russian translation of this fic. Only the first chapter is translated, but if you would like to see it, there's a link to it on my profile. Thank you! :D

Alfred awoke in his own bed this time, almost upset that he didn't have Ivan there to provide him further warmth. He stared up at the clock that hovered on the ceiling. It was nearly time for Ivan to come wake him up. He'd gotten used to waking up right before Ivan came for him- there was no sun to tell time, only the clocks. He hadn't even seen a lick of the outside, besides photos.

Ivan came in, just on time as usual. His face as blank as usual, the man approached the younger male, stating, "Ready for breakfast? You won't be required to do any experimenting today, though I will be working in my lab." His expressions were always emotionless in the beginning of the day, the man only warming up once Alfred had shown his own enthusiasm.

Alfred sat up and rolled out of bed, once again in his white pajamas. "So, do we eat breakfast and you go do work? Can I come with you?" he asked, scurrying up beside Ivan and clinging to him from the side. "I won't touch anything, please? I promise that I won't distract you. Much."

Ivan patted Alfred's hair, looking down to him as he clinged to his waist. "I was planning on eating breakfast first before departing ways. I suppose you can watch me work...though it'll be incredibly boring for you. I'm mostly observing cells right now."

"Oh. Yeah, that's really boring. It's okay, I have the food appearifier or whatever to keep me from getting bored. Don't worry, I still have all those codes you wrote down for me. I'm really getting the hang of it!" Alfred took a lot of advantage over that little machine.

"That's good. I just hope you're not being wasteful and eating too much." Ivan commented, continuing to weave his hand through Alfred's soft hair. "Wouldn't want you to get fat. Gaining a considerable amount of weight wouldn't look good on my report at the end of my term."

"Heey!" His weight was a particular soft spot for him. Alfred didn't like it when he was poked fun at because of his wide thighs and thick ass. "I'm not getting fat, okay? I just sort of…retain calories. And water."

"I didn't say you were. I was telling you to not eat so much or you will get fat." Ivan smiled, not seeing the problem with his words. He patted Alfred's head again.

"Well, I'm not going to get fat, okay? I don't get fat." Alfred did find that he was getting a little…soft. "Is there somewhere I can work out?" Or maybe he should just do a shit ton of pushups and crunches to make himself feel better.

"There is a gym area in the building, yes." Ivan nodded, starting to lead Alfred to the kitchen. "But if you're not getting fat, I'm not sure why you would need it."

Alfred was a little nervous, knowing that he had probably gained more weight than was admirable. Maybe five or so pounds… Mostly around his ass and his legs. "Uh, I guess I can just do pushups." He could do them while Ivan was doing boring science stuff. That way they could both be in each other's company but still be doing their own things!

"Ah, alright. If that will keep you amused for the several hours I will be working in the lab." Ivan entered the kitchen with Alfred by his side, approaching the appliance. "What would you like this morning?"

"Would it be too bad to ask for a hot pocket?" Alfred asked as he stared at the appliance. "Two. One ham and cheese and one philly cheesesteak." Those sounded delicious right about then… "It's really cool how I can get almost anything from the past, even if they don't exist anymore."

"Um...I suppose so. I'll look up the code; I'm not sure how to order that." Ivan wasn't even sure what a hot pocket was. Ivan pulled out a portable device from a sealed drawer and began to type away, researching the mysterious food. Once he'd found it, he simply entered the listed code into the device, and sure enough two hot pockets occurred. Ivan handed them to Alfred, "Are these satisfactory?"

Alfred was delighted. "Yes!" He paused, and stared at them. "Which one is the ham and cheese and which one is philly cheesesteak?" They weren't labeled. Was one paler or more golden brown than the other?

Ivan pointed to the right one. "That's philly cheesesteak, I believe." He turned back to the device and made his regular soup. He really liked soup. It was warm and comforting, easy to eat.

"Oh. Thanks!" Alfred started to eat, nibbling on his hot pockets. "Wow, I'm convinced that the future is like, the best place ever. I can have any food at any time, and I can watch any movie or show from any time period."

"I suppose it's pretty nice now." Ivan chuckled lowly, sipping at his soup. "Of course, we do have our problems, but I believe we're better off now. Though it truly depends upon who you are and where you live. In a way, it's not much different as it was in your time...just the technology has advanced considerably."

"Really, what kind of problems do you have?" Alfred asked as he munched on his hot pockets. He wasn't sure if he necessarily wanted to know details, but he sure was curious about what kind of issues they had in the future- and how they related to the past.

"Well, for starters, there are regions of the Earth that are uninhabitable due to the large portions of radiation from the nuclear war." Ivan continued to sip at his soup, keeping a blank face. "Also, there is no true middle class. Most people are either rich and successful or they're poor and starving. There's little hope for the poor to ascend and become rich since many of them are uneducated. They tend to live in areas near the places affected by the radiation, so many of them are sickly as well. However, the poorer people tend to make up the minority. I suppose you could say there is something of a middle class, but all of them are certainly richer than what your middle class would have been like."

"Oh." Alfred looked down into his lap, suddenly not feeling very hungry. He forced himself to nibble more and more, not wanting to waste. "What do you mean they make up the minority…? Like, it's a ninety-ten split, or is it sixty-forty?"

"About 25 percent of the population falls under the poverty line." Ivan nodded, continuing to drink his soup. "The government's attempting to solve this dilemma..." Though not really. They were trying to help the poor without really doing anything. Basically the problem was definitely in the officials' minds, but they liked to focus more on issues that pertained directly to them.

"Oh. Well, at least they're trying to solve it," Alfred said as he finished up his food. That made him feel better. "So… How much of America survived? Like, is any of it still inhabitable?"

"Da. The middle of it was the main part that survived. Any major city you would have known in your time was more than likely bombed, however." Ivan sighed, taking another spoonful of soup into his mouth. It felt like such a waste, the nuclear war. So many old cultural buildings destroyed, so many old documents.

"Oh. So that means the only place that really made it was the good old midwest, hunh?" A great big lot of nowhere. Well, it did have corn. And wheat. And cows. That was all Alfred could really think about when he thought of the midwest. "It'd be nice to visit…"

"Most of the West and the South made it as well. It was mostly the eastern and western seaboard that were destroyed...and really only parts of both. Most of continent is intact." Ivan added. "It would be nice if I could take you there. Unfortunately I can't."

"I know, it was just wishful thinking. Can I see pictures of what survived? I don't want to see any depressing pictures- but maybe see what survived, and see what's really nice and the outside that people still actually live in." He'd only gotten to see the upsetting pictures.

"Da, I can if you would like. Really, you could probably look them up online. You have access to the internet." Ivan smiled, ruffling the kid's hair. He gave him a kiss on the cheek. "So tell me, what was it like growing up back then? I've always been curious of the lifestyle before the war."

"Oh… I dunno, I spent a lot of my time playing sports, hanging out with my friends, surfing the web…" Alfred realized his life had actually been…very boring. "I broke a couple bones in my life, I've kissed a girl or two, and even a couple guys…" Alfred realized his life was also very casual. "I went to school and I goofed off during lunch break…"

"Broken a few bones? That's interesting coming from you." Ivan smiled, finding the information endearing. "You were a normal human being once. It's fascinating what your genes contained...and the fact that they activated later on in your life. I wonder what triggered it." Ivan turned in his seat, facing the boy. "So who did you 'hang out' with? What were your friends like? Your family?"

"Yeah, I mean… I never used to heal just, like… Snap! I used to just get hurt and it would take a while to heal and I would go right back out and do the same dumb thing. Man, I remember my dad got me my first big bike, no training wheels, and I started wheeling down this big hill- I fell off and broke my arm. Hurt like a bitch. And then when it was all healed I got up on that bike and did it again!" Alfred had a goofy smile spread across his face. "I was a dumb little shit… I guess I mostly hung out with my brother- he's my twin, did you know that? And I hung out around this Japanese exchange student a lot while he was at our school. He was super fun, we kept in touch…"

"Bicycles? I keep forgetting how old you are. Those have been outdated for some time now." Ivan nodded, smiling as Alfred recalled his youth. He flinched a little at the sound of a brother, however, his smile cracking. "You had a twin brother?" That was...strange. Very strange. "What was his name?"

"His name was Matthew. I just called him Matt, or Mattie. Man, I…" Alfred had to stop himself, really thinking about his brother. "I think I miss him the most." He really missed his brother. How was he supposed to cope without his brother? He hadn't really thought about it…

Ivan was honestly surprised Matthew wasn't here with the boy. If they were twins, they would have the same genetic makeup. He didn't mention this to Alfred, however. No need to give him false hope. Instead, he asked, "You two were close, I presume?"

"Yeah, I… We were really close. I mean, i could tell Mattie anything, and…" And now he didn't have his brother- he didn't have his twin there with him. "This is kind of upsetting. I want my brother…" He wanted his brother with him, despite how…morbid that sounded. "Then I had my mom and dad. That's kind of it, as ways of family."

Ivan reached a hand out towards Alfred, patting and rubbing his back as he pulled him in a little. "I apologize about your brother. If your religion is accurate, he's in a better place now, da?" He hoped he was helping.

"Yeah, I suppose he is." Matthew would be in a better place- he was always a good guy, he did the right thing… He could be a snarky shit sometimes, but Alfred was sure that if anyone went to heaven, it was his brother. "Yeah… Yeah, he is. I mean… I can't do anything about it. Kinda wish I got the chance to say goodbye to my family, at least."

Ivan held Alfred close, pecking his cheek. "I'm sorry, Alfred. What those scientists did to you back then was cruel, taking you from your family like that. If it makes you feel better, none of them survived to see the development of widespread immortality. It took many years to isolate and discover the gene that caused immortality, even longer to make it accessible to the population."

"That…does kind of make me feel a little better, but…" Alfred didn't like wishing ill on other people, unless they were of the most evil people. Scientists kidnapping him because he happened to be immortal didn't quite make the cut. "What about my family? How long do you think they lived?"

"I'm not sure, Alfred. Assuming they lived in New York...I told you they probably were evacuated from the city during the war. They might have lived long, healthy lives, or something tragic might have happened. I really don't know. I could possibly find out though? We do have records."

"Really? If you could I would like, love you forever!" Alfred perked up, eyes wide. "I want to know if they were alive. I think Mattie would go under our mom's name- Williams. Matthew Williams."

Ivan cringed internally at that name. Matthew Williams. He'd heard that name before, and it wasn't in a positive way. Ivan didn't allow his inner bewilderment to show physically, opting to sip at his tea. "Matthew Williams, hm? I'll be sure to look up his record later." Definitely. Ivan hadn't known the two had been related...that was interesting.

"Really? This is going to be awesome!" Alfred exclaimed as he hugged Ivan. "Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you! I mean, I know he's not alive or anything, but it'd mean a lot for you to find out that kind of stuff for me."

"Of course." Ivan smiled, ruffling Alfred's hair, kissing his forehead. He would have to make up some information about Matthew...for Alfred's sake. Alfred couldn't know the truth. It would be devastating.

"So, are we going to do work and stuff?" Or in Alfred's case, eat food and be bored and talk to Ivan. "Wait, what about you? What about your family? Like, do you have siblings, parents…?"

"I have two sisters." Ivan responded. "One of them's older than me, the other's younger. They live nearby...we're as close as family tends to get in these times. My parents are both dead. They had the immortality gene, but they both died rather gruesome deaths." Ivan sighed, trying not to think about it. "My father was a powerful man. He was simply shot...multiple times. It's my mother's death that I don't wish to think about."

"Oh. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Alfred assured him, not wanting to pry. He didn't want to dredge up any bad memories. "Um…Ivan, do you… What do you think I am? Like, am I a freak, or an accident, or… Or actually part of evolution?"

"Hm?" Ivan turned his head to meet Alfred's gaze. "Well...you're definitely not a freak. I truly believe you're the next step in evolution...though a little more than that. Evolution tends to be more gradual...you're a living masterpiece. You hold so many special keys to life within your genes; not only that, but you're gorgeous. Perfect. I'm forever fascinated by your biology."

Alfred flushed in slight embarrassment. "Uh, you mean- mean my DNA is gorgeous, or…?" He wasn't sure if Ivan was complimenting his looks or not. He would be very grateful if Ivan was, but he still wasn't…sure. Ivan was hard to read like that.

"Your DNA is fascinating and interesting, da, but I meant that you're gorgeous. Your skin is flawless, your hair golden, your face utterly perfect in it's symmetry..." Ivan caressed Alfred's cheek, thumbing his cheekbone, just below his bright eyes. "You're very beautiful, Alfred."

Alfred felt like the breath had been stolen away from him. He licked his lips nervously and looked away, smiling sheepishly. "You're exaggerating, I'm nothing special…" He had never thought he was especially beautiful. People always told kids they were beautiful, kids were always cute… He'd never heard it much after he entered puberty.

"Based on your anatomy alone, I can scientifically prove that you are as close to perfect as a human can get." Ivan commented, continuing to strum his fingers through the boy's hair. "If only you knew what you were outside this facility. Your face isn't just everywhere because of what you are. You're a model to the world. Corporations pay billions just to have your picture affiliated with their product...especially if that product is related to beauty. Clothes, makeup, skin care...you name it."

"Really?" Alfred was shocked to hear that. He was a model to the world? "Wow, that's… That's a lot to take in," he murmured as he leaned back. "Oh god, this is…I'm gonna… I don't…" That was…disturbing, honestly. That people fought over his face, a picture of him. He wasn't sure how to take this in.

Ivan was confused by Alfred's reaction. Most would feel happy from such information, that they're that beautiful. He cocked his head, continuing to smooth Alfred's hair. "Alfred? What's wrong?"

"I don't know, it's just that I don't really want to be a face for the world to use, you know?" Alfred looked up with a sigh. "I don't really…want that, because I can't even enjoy it. You know- I really did used to imagine being a superstar, but… I imagined the spoils of it, more than actually being one."

Ivan kissed Alfred's temple, holding the other close. "I know. It's a lot of information to take in. If you want, you can also look up your name on the internet...you can find the popular photos they use. It's normally just your face..." The most famous one Ivan could think of was with Alfred with his flawless skin, the background a glowing, seering white. His golden hair was slightly messy, but flowing and silky...his expression surprised. The photo was literally taken after shoving Alfred into a room without letting him know what was about to happen. The boy was taken by surprise when a camera came out of nowhere and snapped his picture. It was a flattering and beautiful picture, portraying his innocence surely.

"Oh, really? How many different pictures of me are there?" Alfred didn't think there could be that many. Especially not many where he was very photogenic. "I mean… How many good pictures of a test subject can you take for public consumption?"

"Over the course of 500 years? A lot." Ivan responded. "Though only a few are really kept in circulation. However, I'd say they probably have a good couple thousand of them out there. Most are only used a handful of times."

Alfred snorted and couldn't help but grin. "And how many of them are of me smiling?" Alfred laughed as he leaned against the Russian. "You know, you can go ahead and take a couple of me, I wouldn't mind." He was a bit of a camera whore, but he would love for Ivan to do it even more so.

"Not many." Ivan giggled as well, readjusting his hold around the boy, glad to see him smile. "Ah...you'd allow me to take your picture?"

"Yeah! I mean, why not? I'd love to have you take my picture." Alfred grinned and looped his arms around Ivan. "You could take photos of me naked and we can record your blowjobs."

"U-um...I don't think that's the best idea, Alfred." Ivan mumbled, though his wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist. "Having a recording of us doing unprofessional things, I mean..."

"Why not? It's not like anyone is going to see them besides us." Alfred kissed up Ivan's neck, smirking wickedly. "And we can record when you finally fuck me for the first time." A hand trailed down Ivan's chest, before gripping his crotch unabashedly. "And it'll look amazing."

Ivan groaned as his crotch was gripped, his hold around Alfred's waist tightening. He still wasn't very comfortable with the idea of having their activities recorded, but he was distracted by another detail in the boy's statement, "When we finally fuck?"

"Yeah," Alfred laughed breathlessly as he kissed along Ivan's jaw. "I mean… You do want to actually fuck, right? Eventually? Not like, right now, if you don't want to… But," he sucked in a deep breath and pulled back. "Right? You want to…?"

"Ah...um..." Ivan hesitated, unsure of what to say. His body surely wanted to; Alfred was beautiful and alluring, why wouldn't he? But at the same time, it would break the last thread of professionalism between them that they had. Not only that, but Ivan could admit to being a little scared. He'd never had sex...or heard of anyone having sex with another man. Not for a while or from anyone he knew, at least. However...it was something he wanted to try...with Alfred, at least. "Da. I would like to at some point."

A long breath of relief escaped Alfred. He was so relieved to find that Ivan actually wanted to go all the way with him eventually too. Maybe not soon, but eventually. "Good." Alfred slid his hands through the tresses at the bottom of Ivan's neck, stroking at the silver locks. There was a heavy silence between them, pregnant with the awkward air. "Maybe we should get you to work, hunh?"

Ivan smiled and nodded, holding the boy within his arms and giving him a light squeeze. "Da...maybe so. You can get to work on those pushups in my office. You can bring your laptop and sit in the chair next to my desk if you like. Just promise not to touch anything..."

"Okay!" Alfred rolled off and snatched up his laptop from the lounge, following Ivan over to the lab. He sat himself down in a chair and opened up his laptop, cracking his knuckles. He had a lot of Google image searching to do.

Ivan just smiled at the boy before situating himself in front of his desk, getting to work on analyzing his data.

Alfred searched his own name first. Overall there were only really four or five pictures. Two that were bright and white, airbrushed up, where he was surprised, lips parted, blue eyes wide. Another where he was angry, the light coming down heavy on one half of his face and the other half dark. And two more where he looked either scared or upset. "Man… I don't look very happy."

"You were typically shoved into a room without knowledge of what was occurring. The cameras would start snapping as soon as the door shut behind you. The pictures where you look surprised and terrified are from the early part of the shoot, the angrier pictures coming from when you caught on to what was happening. They might have a few pictures of you smiling, but they were caught completely offguard." Ivan called out, not taking his focus off his work.

"I hope the lighting was terrible and they couldn't get a good shot." Alfred didn't see any pictures of him smiling. Just him airbrushed and Photoshopped up. A couple people had even tried to photoshop him smiling- but he could tell that it was Photoshopped for the simple fact that damn those were not his lips.

"The photos were decent, but not released." Ivan nodded, continuing to work. "They're on file, but you won't find them on the internet."

"Oh. Can I see them?" Alfred asked as he started to search up a few different things. He wanted to see all the pictures that they took of him. He stretched out and started to search up pictures of the outside. "Hunh… You know, outside doesn't look that bad."

"I told you things were pretty decent now, Alfred. The nuclear war did occur a while ago. We've fixed up." Ivan focused the lense on the petri dish with Alfred's sample of skin. "And um..I don't think I can, Alfred. Certain things are confidential. I don't think I'd be able to view them, nonetheless show them to you."

"What? But they're just pictures. Why can't you show me pictures?" Alfred asked as he looked up other cities. "Man, the midwest sure looks nice… Amber waves of grain still flying high."

"Because I can't, Alfred. I don't know their reasoning either." Ivan sighed, scratching down some data and observations. "Ahh, yes. The midwest is rather beautiful. Try looking up the modern cities. I think you'll find them to your liking."

"I'll just go on Google Maps, I'll be able to see a lot of stuff," Alfred announced as he searched over the entire Earth. "Man, besides some of the disaster areas, this entire world is beautiful," he whispered as he looked over everything.

"Mhm." Ivan hummed in agreement, busy with his own work to really respond. "I'm glad you like what you see."

Alfred smiled wide and searched up something new, this time something more lighthearted. Puppies sounded good. "How long does this kind of thing usually last?" he asked as he looked up. He wanted to know how much to expect to stay in here.

"Hours." Ivan replied quickly. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I'll probably take a break for lunch."

"Well, I'll stay until then." Alfred didn't want to be rude or anything. He was okay with staying until lunch. "Guess I'll just… Look at pictures until then." Maybe he could give Ivan a blowjob later on.

0-0

Finally after a long day of work, Ivan was calling it a day. He pulled off his jacket and hung it on the hook on the wall, turning to Alfred who sat on his bed. Alfred had expressed his desire to commence in some more sexual activities this evening, so Ivan had decided to oblige him (as long as it didn't include going all the way). The man pulled off his shirt as well as his pants, climbing up into the bed alongside his naked test subject.

Alfred was smiling childishly, waiting for Ivan to touch him. "I'm glad we're doing it in your bed for once," he whispered as he yanked Ivan down for a hot kiss. He hooked a leg over Ivan's hip and smiled sheepishly as their kiss broke. "What do you want to do? Blowjob? Handjob?"

"Actually...um..." A blowjob could probably satisfy Ivan anytime really, but he wanted to try something new tonight. Pulling their chests flush together, the Russian kissed Alfred's cheek, trailing his lips down his jaw. "I was thinking we could try something slightly different. I would like to know how it feels to have your prostate stimulated."

"Uhh, you want me to finger you? I can totally do that!" Alfred grinned and sat up, arms sliding around Ivan's waist. "I can actually do some of the top stuff?" He was delighted by this news.

"Top..stuff?" Ivan asked, slighting confused by the wording. He lied down on the mattress, spreading his legs regardless, looking back into Alfred's blue eyes. "I believe you'll need lubricant, da? There should be some vaseline in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, if you'll run and get it..."

Alfred groaned, looking forlornly out to the door. It was cold. Oh well, whatever. He sighed and rolled out of bed. He ran to get the vaseline, coming back with a sigh. "It's really cold outside, you better feel good about this," he muttered as he held open the vaseline.

Ivan dragged Alfred towards his warmer body, covering them with blankets. "How's this?" He asked, snuggling the smaller male. He kissed him nicely, brushing their noses together. "Feeling warmer?"

"Yes." Alfred grinned and nuzzled against him, sighing as pressed against the Russian. "Okay, so… You really want me to finger you?" He wondered if he could rim him too. "What do you feel about a rimjob?"

"What's a rimjob?" Ivan asked, quirking an eyebrow. "And da, I'm certain I want to be...ah...'fingered.' I want to experience this pleasurable stimulation." Ivan tried to smile.

"I'll show you what a rimjob is in a sec," Alfred assured him, grinning wide as he pushed Ivan's legs apart. he spread lube over his fingers and started to slide them between Ivan's crack. "Okay, so… This is going to feel really weird, and it's really tight in there, so bear with me, okay? I'm gonna need a sec to get the second finger in."

"I'm aware that there will be some discomfort and potential pain, Alfred. Don't worry about hurting me." Ivan nodded, though he bit his lip and grasped the sheets. He was prepared for what was to come, but that didn't make the experience any less nerve-wracking.

Nodding, Alfred stroked at Ivan's thighs and lubed up a little more, pushing the first finger in and smiling nervously at the Russian. "Is this okay?" he asked as he stroked at Ivan's inner walls. They were soft and pliant beneath the pad of his finger.

Ivan groaned slightly in pain, though he bit his lip and nodded silently. He spread his legs wider for Alfred, allowing him to further his fingers into his body. His muscles spasmed slightly around the intruding digits.

"It's okay, it's just a little…" Alfred murmured as wiggled his finger around gently. "Do you think that I can put in the second finger?" he asked as he started to slather more vaseline on his fingers. He didn't want to skimp on the lube.

Ivan hesitated in responding at first, concentrating too much on his discomfort. However, as the pain began to fade, Ivan began to regain his voice. He nodded and tried to relax, grasping the sheets once more, "Da, da, go ahead."

"Okay, I know that it feels really weird, and it's going to start to hurt a little. Tell me if it burns at all, okay?" Alfred demanded as he slowly slid his second finger in. There was a lot resistance, but he finally did slip the second finger in. "Man… Talk about a tightass," he laughed to himself.

"I don't see what is humorous about this situation." Ivan grunted in pain as the second finger entered him. He gasped and whimpered slightly, unused to such a weird, strange sensation. "A-Alfred, make it feel better."

"Sorry, sorry," Alfred muttered breathlessly as he grasped Ivan's cock and began to stroke. "It's okay, it will be better soon, okay?" He stroked at Ivan's insides, curling his fingers, just letting him get used to it.

Ivan moaned as he cock was touched, shifting slightly and curling in mild pleasure. The feeling in his ass was still far from pleasant, however. The man spread his legs wider, willing Alfred to continue his plight.

"Sorry, it takes a while to get better, but I promise when I touch your prostate it will feel better, I promise," Alfred assured him, his words slurring together as he pleasured Ivan's cock and slowly started to search within the Russian with his fingers.

Ivan was left wanting for a few more moments as Alfred searched for his prostate, groaning and wriggling in discomfort. He wanted to flee from those fingers, but he resisted the temptation, knowing it would get better. Sure enough, his patience paid off. He let out a loud moan as his prostate was pressed, instinctively rutting down on those fingers at that.

"There, that better?" Alfred murmured as he smiled coyly up at the Russian, stroking against that raw bundle of nerves. "Feel better? See why I like dick so much?" Alfred was laying it on a bit thick, but he liked the position he was in. "You look great, babe."

"Ahhh..." That was all Ivan managed to moan as he was fingered, his hips rolling down to meet the boy's hand. He stared back at the boy lustfully, mewling and making the cutest sounds as his prostate was played with, his cock fondled.

Alfred tugged at his balls, rolling them in his hand as he stroked Ivan's prostate, grinning wide. He was excited to have Ivan come from his prostate- it was an amazing feeling and he wanted Ivan to experience every bit of it. "Do you like it? You look like you like it."

"D-da. This is very nice..keep it up." Ivan moaned, rocking his hips down to meet Alfred's fingering. "So, what is this mysterious rimjob?"

"Oh, right!" Alfred grinned and prodded Ivan to get up. "Turn around on your hands and knees, I'm going to do it. It's a surprise, okay? It'll feel great, I promise."

Ivan gave Alfred a questionable look, but complied, sitting up and shifting so that he was on his hands and knees, his ass in the air. He was curious as to what they would be doing.

Alfred buried his face into Ivan's ass, spreading his cheeks and stabbing his tongue into his hole. "Mmmm…" He slathered Ivan's ass with saliva, lubing him up and then slowly slipping his fingers back inside of the Russian.

Ivan squeaked when Alfred pressed his face in between his cheeks and yelped as he felt a tongue prod at his ass. Recoiling from the warm, wet muscle, Ivan asked incredulously, "Alfred?! What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" he snorted as he licked his lips. "I'm giving you a rimjob." Alfred pulled his fingers out of the Russian's ass with a pop and gave his ass a squeeze. "Come on, you can't say you don't like it. Everyone likes rimjobs."

Ivan could definitely feel some pleasure in having his ass tongue-fucked...though it did gross him out a little. Blushing at the thought, the man allowed the boy to lick his hole, moaning softly. "It still seems unsanitary."

"Everything about this seems unsanitary to you," Alfred laughed as he fingered the Russian, tongue spearing him and fingers spreading him out as he stroked at his prostate. "It feels great, right?" he wondered allowed, more like he was assuring the Russian more than anything.

Ivan whimpered as the boy continued to eat his ass, but nodded and replied, "D-da. Keep doing it." He enjoyed the warm, slick organ in his entrance, soothing his insides. Alfred's fingers continued to brush and jab at his prostate, sending shivers down his spine.

"Good to see you agree with me," Alfred snickered as he lapped at the Russian's crease once more. "I do have to say, though, it's hot watching you make all those faces and listening to all those noises… Damn, I'd love to fuck you some time, Ivan."

Ivan squeaked, burying his face into the mattress as he was pleasured. He panted and moaned, rolling his hips back on Alfred's fingers and tongue. He didn't really want Alfred to fuck him...ever...but he didn't vocalize that. If anyone was doing the fucking, it'd be him.

"Shit, babe, you're fantastic," Alfred laughed as he licked from the crack of Ivan's ass all the way down to his balls. "You're going to be great when you're fucking me," he assured, pulling back and prodding at the Russian's ass. "Kinda tempted to fuck you myself." Ivan was looking pretty damn tempting.

"N-Nyet." Ivan moaned, rolling his hips back. Alfred's tongue has slid down to his balls, deepening his state of pleasure. He rutted back on the fingers in his ass, hoping he would cum soon.

"Man, you've gotta be coming soon," Alfred murmured as he tugged at the Russian's balls, hoping to bring him more pleasure. He decided to keep his words to himself, hoping to just make Ivan come soon. He was starting to get bored with this position.

Ivan soon enough came from the pleasure in his rear, spilling his seed on the mattress as his eyes fluttered closed. He went limp, falling against the bed as he looked at Alfred with half-lidded eyes. He was tired.

Alfred grinned and pulled himself right up beside Ivan, cuddling up beside him. "Hey… You should give me a blowjob," he murmured as he poked and prodded at the Russian. "You came, it's my turn."

Ivan sighed, but rested his head on the boy's shoulder. He was exhausted from orgasm, though he knew he needed to return the favor. He found oral sex very unsanitary, though he has been meaning to try it with Alfred. Nodding, the man rolled over and situated himself between the boy's legs. "You want this?" He asked, rubbing unsuredly at Alfred's crotch.

"Yeah, of course I do," Alfred assured as he slid his hands into Ivan's hair and hooked his legs around Ivan's shoulders. "Thanks for doing this," he whispered as he slowly started to relax. He felt like he was melting into the mattress.

"My pleasure." Ivan grunted, slowly beginning to pull the boy's underwear down. He stared at Alfred's engorged cock, biting his lip in hesitance. This all seemed so unsanitary and gross...why did people do this in the past? It certainly felt good for the recipient, but for the giver? Ivan put his hand on the other's member, stroking in slowly, observing how the flushed cock twitched beneath his palm from a close view. He was nervous.

"Um, just…lick it," he murmured as he rubbed at his arms, and then placed his hands on Ivan's head. "It's not that bad, okay? I promise it just tastes like skin. It's a little salty, I guess…" He smiled nervously, wanting to encourage Ivan through this.

Ivan made a face at the salty bit, not helping his predicament. Being a scientific doctor and knowing specific functions and details about the human penis wasn't helping him out in this situation. Finally, he decided to just suck it up (literally) and dove in. He gave the member a long, firm lick, trying to replicate what Alfred had done to him.

Alfred gasped as his shaft was licked, gently tugging at his hair. He mewled, feeling the heat breathing over his shaft. "Mmm… Oh my god, Ivan." His tongue was velvety and soft, wet and hot. "Mmm…t-take it in your mouth."

The taste wasn't great, but Alfred had been right. It just tasted mostly like skin. Feeling slightly better about it, Ivan gave the cock a few more laps before taking the head into his mouth. He applied little suction to it, still getting the hang of this. His lack of experience in this department was apparent. He closed his eyes and dragged his tongue along the head, trying to bring pleasure to the boy.

"Mmm… It's alright, okay? Just slowly pull it into your mouth, move your tongue," he guided, rubbing at Ivan's neck and the back of his head. "Mm…just like that, keep moving like that." It wasn't hard to please a man, this was enough to get Alfred off quickly even if Ivan was inexperienced.

Ivan slowly sunk further onto the cock, taking more and more of it into his mouth. He did it slowly but surely, trying to make this as pleasurable as possible for Alfred. He wanted to hear Alfred's cute little noises, his approval. He sucked on the erection, trying to incorporate some tongue into his motions. He was still awkward, but he was gaining confidence.

Alfred was trembling, head tossed back. He yanked Ivan down deeper over his lap and mewled with pleasure. Ivan's mouth was amazing. Considering he hadn't had a blowjob in several centuries, it was pretty damn amazing.

Ivan had never gotten such reactions out of his girlfriend before...or anyone, really. They were beautiful and exciting and Ivan wanted to make more of them. Beginning to bob his head at a reasonable pace, the scientist tried to copy what Alfred had done before. He hoped he was doing it right.

Alfred tightened his thighs around Ivan's shoulders and cried out as he tossed his head back once more. "I-I'm gonna cum! Oh g-god, get ready…" He groaned, covering his mouth as his orgasm washed over him. He felt the need to give Ivan a fair warning, so he wouldn't have to swallow if he didn't want to.

Well, Alfred had swallowed all of his semen. Ivan really, really didn't want to swallow the boy's cum, but...it was courteous to return the favor. Continuing to suck down and lap at Alfred's member, Ivan bobbed his head faster, hooking his arms under the boy's thighs and gripping his hips. He could feel Alfred's legs around his neck tightening. It was amazing, seeing such a wild fire in the other.

When Alfred shot his load and Ivan swallowed it down, the boy flopped down and groaned loudly. "Oh, man… Oh god, that was fucking amazing," he confessed as he started to coil up in the comfort of the bed. "Ivan, that was amazing."

Ivan swallowed the cum, making a face afterward. He hadn't enjoyed that taste. He lied down on the bed, curling up next to Alfred, panting softly. "I don't understand how you can give those to me so frequently. That was exhausting. My jaw's aching now." He pulled the other close, burying his face in Alfred's neck. "It was worth seeing those cute little reactions of yours, however."

"Yeah, it takes a bit to get used to," Alfred murmured as he cuddled up against the Russian. "Glad to see you thought it was worth it." He kissed him gently and purred, hands sliding over smooth chest like marble.

Ivan held the other dearly, running his hands along the other's back. "Da, I enjoyed seeing your perfect reactions." He inhaled the other's scent, feeling Alfred's flawless skin against his cheeks. Alfred was always so soft and warm.

Alfred looked over, a quizzical look on his features. He touched Ivan's pale cheek and looked him over. "You're always calling me perfect," he murmured as he leaned in to brush their noses together. "Why? I mean… You call me that and I just… I don't agree."

"Well...da. Nothing's perfect...but you're very close. Closer than anyone has ever been before, surely." Ivan smiled, caressing the other's face. "It's a scientific fact. Your symmetry is near perfect, your genes contain the ability of a perfect immortality, your skin is flawless, your hair is luscious, your eyes are flawless circles...you're perfect, Alfred." He kissed the other softly.

Alfred kissed back, but he wasn't sure he liked the answer. "But I'm ridiculously difficult and stubborn and- and I don't know how to handle people well, and I'm always upsetting you and I can never get anything right…" He could go on.

Ivan silenced him with a kiss. He pulled back after a few seconds, continuing to hold him near. "Alfred, all of those attributes are natural of people...especially for someone who's been treated as poorly as you have been. Those attributes are less flaws and more just natural responses to emotional stress. Shh." He weaved a hand through the other's golden hair.

"You said I'm perfect," Alfred murmured, glancing back up at the Russian to meet his eyes. "It's a lie. If I were perfect then I wouldn't have bad attributes." He didn't like being called perfect when he couldn't really measure up. "I'm not as flawless as you want me to be."

"Would you rather I qualified? Physically, you're flawless." Ivan sighed, rolling over. He'd just meant to compliment and sweet talk with the boy. Apparently he couldn't even do that correctly. "You're perfect to me."

Alfred flushed as he heard that, and managed a smile. He came up closer and hugged the Russian. "Thank you… That means so much," he whispered, nuzzling against him. "You're perfect to me too. As ridiculous and silly as you are."

Ivan flushed slightly when he heard that. "Now that's certainly not true. And you think I'm ridiculous." Alfred was the epitome of mankind, and he was calling him perfect? Nonsense.

"Yeah, you are, though. You have a really cute, big nose, beautiful eyes, face all looks the same. You're so tolerant of me, and you have this big body… And a big cock." Alfred was nuzzling close against him, smiling wide as he told Ivan everything he loved about him. "You're so sweet to me, and you smile just for me and- and you're perfect."

"N-no...Alfred, that's not true. That's not true at all." Ivan shook his head, frowning now. Bad memories flashed in the man's head, reflections of the past coming back to haunt him. "I-I'm not perfect, Alfred. Please don't say that. I'm not like you."

"What do you mean? You don't have to be like me in order for me to think you're perfect. I think you're perfect, Ivan." He cupped Ivan's face and stared back at him. "I think you're perfect and nothing is going to change that, alright?"

Ivan felt guilty with such affectionate, powerful words. He didn't deserve those words. He didn't deserve that profession. However, he wouldn't correct Alfred. That would be worse. Instead he took the pain and beared it, smiling weakly, "T-thank you, Alfred. You're very sweet, if not very wrong."

"Why would I be wrong?" Alfred murmured as he sat up and looked over to examine Ivan carefully. He looked…scared? What was wrong with him? "Did I say something?" He had meant to compliment Ivan, just like he had been complimenting him the same.

Seeing the suspicion in Alfred's eyes, Ivan decided to cover up his anxiety. Grabbing the boy's waist, the Russian pulled the other's body so that they were pressed flush up against one another. He hugged him dearly and kissed his lips, nuzzling the other. "Nyet. You're fine, Alfred. I'm glad you see me so favorably."

Alfred was nervous, seeing Ivan react like this. "You're not mad or anything, right…? Am I making you uncomfortable?" Something was wrong and he wanted to find out what the deal was. "I mean, if you're really uncomfortable saying it you don't have to, but…"

"Nyet, nyet, I'm not mad. Come here." Ivan pulled the other closer, kissing him again. "Let's just lie here, alright? I want to just lie here and hold you and kiss you." He wanted to change the subject.

That seemed to answer enough of an answer for Alfred. He smiled nervously and cuddled up close. He wondered what had happened, but he instead tried to think about better things. "Hey, what are we going to be doing tomorrow?"

"Hmm...I don't know. Might just take the day off. I've been examining data for a while now...I can take a break." Ivan nodded, pressing their foreheads together and bumping noses.

"You should take a break. We can spend all this time together." Alfred nudged against him and kissed him gently. "I want to have all the time that I can with you." They seemed to have so little. All of the sudden he was realizing he only had one year with Ivan. That wasn't a lot.

Ivan realized it too, and saw that realization in Alfred's eyes. Seeming to be thinking the same thing, the man sighed and closed his eyes. "If I find the gene...if I find it...then maybe you won't be needed anymore. Maybe they'll free you." Ivan licked his lips.

"I could go free?" Alfred mused, smiling and thinking about going to live with Ivan after being freed. He'd be a celebrity. Actually, he wasn't too sure he was fond of that idea. He liked attention, but he liked his privacy a little more. "I'd like that. Work extra hard."

"I intend to." Ivan kissed the other's forehead, holding him close. "I want to be the last scientist to have the ability to work with you. I want to find this gene and steal you away. I think I'm making decent progress...I think I have the capability to do this." Ivan assured, nodding his head and nuzzling the other. He surely hoped he did.

"I would love for you to do it," Alfred assured as he cuddled close. "This is…kind of a good thing for me. I would love for this to happen. I'm…I'm glad that you were assigned to me, otherwise this would have never happened."

"Well hopefully this works out...and maybe if I find the gene and you're freed...maybe you could stay with me? I could show you so much about the world. I could help you adapt to the environment and take you to see several sights and...I think it'd be nice." Ivan remarked bashfully, smiling sheepishly as he said such things. He was afraid of Alfred's response.

"I would be really nice," Alfred assured as he nodded eagerly. "I want this, Ivan." He wanted to be the one that Ivan brought home with him, he wanted to be the one that Ivan took him and held and then rammed against the wall. In his head at that point they would be having sex every night.

"I want it too, Alfred." Ivan sighed and nodded, holding the younger closer. "I'll try my hardest. Now...let's get some rest." He pulled the covers up around them. "I'm exhausted."

"Me too, let's hit the hay." Alfred flopped back and closed his eyes, burrowing deep into the bed. "I'm so glad that we're doing this," he whispered, mostly to himself as he slowly began to fall asleep already, thinking about the dreams he would have.

Ivan smiled at the boy, lying close to his warm, small body. He gave the younger a kiss on the cheek before nuzzling him, soon enough drifting off to sleep right alongside him.