Warnings: Non consensual sex in the future (however not in this chapter), violence, etc. If you are aware if you do not enjoy this, please don't read it. And if you end up not enjoying it, please don't flame. Thank you.

As the bus entered through the iron, barb-wired gate to approach the nearly windowless, concrete building off in the distance, Alfred wondered on how he had even gotten himself into this position. Never in a million years did he'd end up here...well, maybe that wasn't quite true. Or maybe it was. Whichever the case, he'd certainly never thought he'd get caught performing such a crime. It was an accident...a mishap that landed him in this federal prison, doomed to spend the rest of his youth behind bars. One does not rob a bank with a loaded gun and get away with it with a slap on the wrist.

Sighing to himself, the blond averted his eyes from the absolute dismal setting he saw behind the pane of glass. The stormy weather matched his attitude...20 years in prison. Twenty years. Alfred wasn't even 20 yet, and here he was, stuck in prison for such a long time. And it wasn't just any prison...it was the kind of prison that all crooks of such a degree were sent to. Rapists, murderers, serial killers...it was safe to say that Alfred was certainly terrified of what may come. He'd heard stories of such prisons...he'd known people who'd experienced the horrors of such a place. He shuddered at the memories of retold stories. How deeply he hoped he would never have to deal with such a thing.

Alfred was lead to the furthest cell in the standard security wing. The door was unlocked and he was tossed in. "Treat him well, Braginsky." The guard cackled and shook his head as he soon sauntered off, keys swinging around his finger.

The person in question was sitting on the bottom bunk with a book in hand. He was rather thick, a large man, though probably not entirely muscle- just large bones and thick. Definitely not fat or chubby, though. He had a strong Russian nose and ashen hair that hung over his forehead enough for him to flip it just the right amount. "Privyet, I take it you are here to stay?"

Alfred stumbled into his cell, flinching as the barred door was shut behind him. The cackling of the guard was rather unnerving, especially when he saw the man that must have been "Ivan Braginsky." He was tall and thick...his strength undeniable. It contrasted starkly with Alfred's teenage form; the man could probably snap him in half if he wished.

"Isn't everyone here to stay...?" Alfred questioned in a shaky voice, meandering off to the opposide side of the cell in what he hoped to be an unnoticeable fashion. Everything about the man intimidated the nervous blond...his accent, his build...it was absolutely nervewracking.

"For more than ten years, that is for sure," the Russian man laughed as he closed his book and set it aside. "Welcome, I am Ivan. And you? We are going to be sharing living space, I don't see why we shouldn't be on first name basis with one another." The Russian man had an unnerving smile about him. Something that you would think was hiding something. Definitely hiding something, how sweet he acted. This was prison.

"Alfred. Alfred F. Jones..." the blond mumbled, still backing up a little. The sickly sweet smile plastered on the man's face did nothing to assuage his fears. And he was stuck with the man for the next twenty years, it seemed. Though Ivan did seem to be trying to be friendly...but Alfred wasn't sure if he trusted the man's nice act or not. The guy just exuded an aura of uneasiness...though that could have just been him freaking out too much about the whole prison deal. Either way, the younger male kept a safe distance from the man, not wanting to risk anything.

"You get the top bunk!" Ivan giggled as he tabbed the metal bar. "Be careful when you climb the ladder, it's a little rocky. I've knocked my head several time trying to get up there." He shrugged and leaned back, picking up his book again. "Things are rather quiet around this time of the evening- we get let out for three meals a day, at eight, one and six, and we get two two hour intervals to go out into the courtyards or to the craft rooms."

Alfred didn't really want to approach the bed just yet, since Ivan was there, so instead he pulled up the lone wooden chair that was located in the corner of the room and took a seat. So he'd missed dinner, huh? Well...the food there probably wasn't the greatest anyway. And he was stuck eating it for the next 20 years. The blond wanted to cry at the thought he wouldn't sink his teeth into another cheeseburger until he was almost 40. Thinking such dreary thoughts, the boy kept quiet, not really wanting to converse with the Russian. He was big and scary and intimidating.

"You look a little somber," Ivan chuckled as he looked over the top of his book. "How long are you in for?" he asked, perking up a little as he moved to a topic that was always lucrative and ripe with information. Information he could use and warp to his advantage. "I am here for life, sadly. But luckily I have possibility of parole!"

Ivan was in for life. Considering his exterior...that did not sound good. With wide eyes, Alfred responded hesitantly, his fear still edging obviously into his voice as much as he tried to supress it, "T-twenty years. Robbed a bank. Killed the teller and a few others. Now I'm here..." Okay, so the blond hadn't actually killed anyone, but he figured that it'd give him an edge if he said he did...that maybe Ivan would take him as some kind of threat and back off...though the young man probably needed a miracle for that. "What're you in for?"

"Oh, only twenty years for that? They went easy on you!" Ivan laughed as he shook his head. "Oh, I owned a...business let's say. People got hurt that may have ended in deaths. I sold a lot of 'medicine'." It was a little too easy to decipher Ivan's words. He was a drug lord, a powerful one, and he had locked himself away for life. Luckily with the chance of parole, but he still wasn't getting any younger.

The younger male understood Ivan perfectly. So he was stuck with an intimidating drug lord for the remainder of his time in prison. Yeah. That was comforting. Alfred nodded, trying to work on his confidence. When in the presence of murderers and rapists, he needed to have a strong appeal. That he wasn't one to be fucked with. Unfortunately, with his build and appearance...it probably wasn't going to happen. "So how long have you been here already..?" Maybe Ivan had bettered himself in his time in prison and moved past the...violent and drug dealing phase of life? Oh god, alfred certainly hoped so.

"Oh, almost a year now... It's been a long while, really. The days don't pass very quickly here. Not the way I am spending them. So boring, really," Ivan sighed dramatically as he tossed his book to the side of the mattress. "I'm so glad that I have a new cellmate now, it gets terribly lonely. Not to mention I haven't seen a woman in over a year," he teased, though he tried to make it sound lighthearted.

Alfred flushed deeply, frowning at that as he averted his eyes, replying petulantly, "I'm manly, dammit. I'm just not fully grown yet..." Sure, his height was probably set for life, but his build hadn't fully developed yet! He was only 19! Ivan was being ridiculous. After a couple of moments of pouting, the intimidating factor of the scenario returned. Ivan was a murdering drug lord and he'd only been in the slammer for a year. Not even a year. Alfred grimaced, not sure of what to think of that.

"I am teasing," Ivan laughed, "I am not about to waste my sexual energy on someone like you. I could get a conjugal visit if I really wanted." It was...mostly truth. "What do you like to do, Alfred? They aren't going to let us out until tomorrow moring, we need to find something to do. Oh, and there is a library here, you can check out books. It really helps with boredom."

Alfred...hadn't even considered the sexual implication the Russian's words held. He'd merely been trying to defend his masculinity. He flushed deeply, though he was relieved at the words that the man wasn't planning on doing anything to him. The did help the blond calm down considerably...he'd been so afraid with being raped or shanked in prison. Though Alfred didn't quite trust the drug lord yet, he was certainly feeling a bit better now.

"What can we do in a prison cell...?" Alfred asked, folding his hands together. Did they have any source of entertainment with them? He wasn't too sure.

"We mostly just sleep... I read, I try to stay out of trouble, as well as I can while still running the illegal trade within the prison," Ivan yawned as he stretched and hugged his pillow. "We get television privileges if you are good, it's in the lunch room- but if you've had those privileges taken away then you' have to eat in your cell." Ivan was very versed in the ways of the prison. He'd gotten into a lot of scuffles and fights with the system.

"Illegal...trade...?" Alfred grimaced, his eyebrows furrowing. So Ivan was still doing illegal things while behind bars. That did nothing to ease his discomfort.

"Well, yes. I have to keep something of a hobby for myself, or else I am never going to survive an entire lifetime in this cage!" Ivan snorted, not at all amused by Alfred's horrific response to hearing that he was still well in depth with the criminal world, even behind bars.

"Ah well, yes, I suppose so." Alfred wasn't about to argue with the man. He was large, dangerous, and intimidating. The blond had to watch his back in sketchy places such as prison, and if it meant kissing ass, he would gladly do it. Or just merely agreeing with someone over a moral argument. Anything to keep himself safe.

"So how do you think a pretty little thing like you is going to survive here?" Ivan asked as he crossed his leg over his hip and folded his arms behind his head. He had a devilish smirk on his features, but he didn't seem to be saying any of these things in heavy tone- he acted like it was nothing but a game, or a friendly chat. Which as far as Alfred knew, it was.

"I beg your pardon?" Alfred asked, an obvious look of discomfort spreading across his features. He had...an idea of what the underlying meaning of that question was, but he surely didn't want to think about such wretched, horrifying things. Neverless, the question intrigued him, and with his morbid curiosity, he asked for clarification.

"Someone as nice looking as you isn't going to last long here. You're smaller than most of the men here. And you might be strong, but I can guarantee that however many it takes, someone is going to try and break you," Ivan promised with a shake of his head. The things that he vowed to Alfred were not someone a person would want wished upon them.

"B-break me?" Alfred paled, not liking the man's words. The things Ivan uttered reeked of the greatest fears he'd had when he entered this prison: that someone would try to hurt or violate him. Probably both. A sick, horrifying knot twisted in his stomach, making him feel extremely uncomfortable, unwell, and afraid. "N-no, I don't want to be broken. How do I avoid it? Can I?" The man...didn't seem like the safest or friendliest of people, but at least he didn't seem to have any intention of harming him. Maybe he'd help the blond out a little.

"Don't go anywhere alone." That was really the only advice Ivan could give. "Or try to make a big splash so everyone knows you are not to be trifled with." That wouldn't stop Ivan from doing it, though.

"Make a big splash...? Like..." Alfred sighed, his shoulders sagging a little. He wasn't sure if he could make a big splash. With his slender body and physical inferiority, the boy wasn't sure if anything he did would make a 'big splash.' He felt stuck and alone. Curling in on himself, he rested his head on his knees. He felt absolutely hopeless.

"Beat someone up... Stab them... Of course, if you do that you are likely to get time in the hole. I wouldn't recommend it. Just keep your head down and your eyes open." Ivan was less than honorable, but he could tell when someone needed help. "Just get to sleep, we'll see how you work in the morning."

"Okay..." Alfred mumbled, standing from his chair and hesitantly slinking up to the bed, keeping his eyes on Ivan the entire time. Sure, so far he hadn't pulled anything...in fact, he seemed to be trying to help, but the paranoid blond was worried nonetheless. He climbed the bed and got to the top bunk as quickly as possible, burrowing himself in the uncomfortable mattress. He didn't even know if he would be able to sleep that night, with all of his anxiety.

The lights were all turned off soon enough and there wasn't a peep from Ivan all through the night. And at eight in the morning sharp, rollcall was shouted out and Ivan was up immediately. He looked up to the top bunk, waiting for Alfred. "Wake up, or you'll lose privileges for being late." He didn't want the boy to get off to too rough of a start.

Alfred didn't want to get out of bed. He wanted everyone to fuck off and leave him alone, because dammit, the blond was not a morning person. However, he knew if he didn't there would probably be hell to pay. With a groan, the younger male nearly fell off the top bunk, groggily moving to stand beside Ivan.

Rollcall was taken care of and the doors were thrown open. "Are you coming to breakfast?" Ivan asked as he took a couple steps outside the cell. "You only have an hour to get it."

Alfred contemplated his options. He could go get food, which was probably horribly disgusting anyway, or sleep. He rubbed his eyes a little, standing there trying to debate whether breakfast was worth it or not. This could be a good time to get familiar with his surroundings, he supposed. Besides...Ivan was proving to be pretty helpful. Alfred didn't quite trust him, but...he figured it could have been worse. "Y-yeah. I guess so..." He followed the Russian man out of the cell.

"Oh good! And you might want to take a shower, after your meal." Ivan couldn't help but smirk as he said that. "Mhm, in the morning and after dinner is the best time to shower. Less of a chance of assault. Which I know you will like, with that pretty face of yours." The Russian snickered and rolled his eyes. Like Alfred would need it.

"Oh, really? Well...thanks. Thanks for the advice..I'll be sure to use it." Alfred gave Ivan a weak, nervous smile, continuing to trail after the man. Ivan seemed to want to help him out...and he himself was kind of intimidating. Maybe sticking around him would fend off any possible assaulters. He had to speed up his pace to keep up with the man, throwing glances over his shoulder to make sure nobody was preparing to attack him. God was he nervous. "Hey..uh..would you mind showing me around the place? Like just...show me the works? I'm not sure exactly how to..uh...do prison..." He could use a familar's guidance.

"Oh, of course, if you'd really like that." Ivan nodded and grinned. He was more than happy. He was very happy to do this. "The food here is actually bearable- not what you would expect, really. It's almost like they want to keep us comfortable instead of punish us!" But then again, they said now that prison was for rehabilitation and not a punishment. That, or both.

Alfred let out a sigh of relief, now fully striding beside the man. It might not have been ideal...becoming friends with an intimidating drug lord, but it would have to do. Besides...Ivan hadn't done anything horrible or ill-intentioned as of yet. Maybe he could trust him. Smiling at the idea of good (or at least decent) food, Alfred nodded, "Ah, my day just got better. I thought I'd be stuck with that gruel you see on TV for the next 20 years..." He gave off an uneasy laugh, scratching the back of his head.

"Hah! You would be surprised how different things are from the television." Ivan snorted and showed Alfred to the cafeteria. "Come on, get in like and grab your tray." Ivan was already heading for the line. And everyone seemed to part for him. Which was hard to look past. "Now just say yes or no when they offer you something. They offer you about five things every day, not everything is appetizing." Ivan usually got everything, though. To keep strong.

Alfred noticed how the line seemed to just...part for Ivan. He wasn't sure if he should feel afraid or relieved by this development. On one hand, it could mean that friendship with Ivan would render him a force not to be fucked with...no pun intended, but on the other hand...why was he so feared? Alfred swallowed nervously, debating upon whether he should follow Ivan to the front of the line or not. He ended up grabbing his tray and standing there meekly, shifting his weight between his feet.

Ivan looked over his shoulder, frowning as he saw Alfred wasn't behind him. "Hurry up." He was giving Alfred a treat, skipping all the others! He'd think Alfred would be excited for that. He got all his food and waited for Alfred, one hand on his hip while the other held his tray. The food was almost like what could be found in high school lunches- though perhaps a little more quality. Not bad, not good, either.

Alfred jolted forward with that, scurrying to the front of the line. He cowered under the hard stares of the other inmates, glad that Ivan had his back. He quickly decided what he did and did not want, receiving his food graciously before joining Ivan. He gave him a sheepish smile and mumbled a "sorry," hoping he didn't look like too much of an idiot. "S-so...where are we sitting?" He assumed he was sitting with Ivan...

"Over here," Ivan replied with hum as he took a seat at an empty table. "This is where I always sit." And no one else dared to sit there. "You're more than welcome to sit with me here every day. But only if you'd like." Ivan wasn't forcing anyone to do anything. "After this I can show you to the shower!"

"Ah...okay." Alfred muttered, sitting next to the man at the lonely table. He wondered if anyone else would be joining them. He kind of hoped so...it was a bit unsettling how everyone seemed to avoid the man. Wasn't he doing drug business in the prison? Wouldn't he have some sort of friends with him? He picked up his fork, twirling it around in the noodles he was given. At least the food looked like food. He was expecting some sort of slop. "Uh..so...are the showers like in the movies too? Like...if you drop the soap..." His voice trailed off, but it was obvious what he was implying with his words.

Ivan snorted and smirked at Alfred, leaning in a little, "You don't even have to drop the soap." He snickered as he pulled back again. "But that's just if you let your guard down. Most people here aren't actually that opportunistic."

A chill was sent down Alfred's spine with the first bit. Just the way Ivan had said it...smile on his face and all. The boy forked another bite of food into his mouth. Regardless, the news that most people weren't that opportunistic relieved him. He'd just have to be careful. "Well..then I guess I'll just keep my guard up and hope I have the strength that's needed to fend people off." He sighed dramatically, "Why couldn't I have been ugly? Or taller or somethin'."

Ivan snickered and shook his head. "You're fine." He didn't think Alfred was too bad. He was good looking, enough to be a hazard to himself in prison- almost baby-faced. He was something that Ivan wanted. But he wouldn't let Alfred know that.

Alfred wasn't sure how exactly to respond to that. "I'm..fine? What do you mean? I think I'm pretty damn sexy. Fuck, I know I'm pretty damn sexy. I'm...so screwed." He pouted, taking another bite of the cafeteria food. Maybe he should have felt relieved that Ivan didn't think he was that attractive, but the boy was proud. Especially of his looks. Women fawned over him...surely he was sexy.

"Arrogance isn't pretty, despite your cute face," Ivan snorted as he rolled his eyes. Alfred sure was full of himself. but he was also confident- which was attractive. Ivan wanted to break that confidence. He went back to his food and soon finished, waiting for Alfred.

"It's not arrogance if it's true." Alfred mumbled petulantly, stuffing food into his mouth in a quicker fashion. He finished soon after Ivan, looking at the man expectantly. "So...what do we do with our trays? And where's the bathroom..." Alfred was truly clueless on how this place worked.

"We set our trays on the counters over there," Ivan explained as he got up to show Alfred to the counters. "The bathroom is in out cell- don't worry, it works and everything, no smell." Ivan pulled Alfred's back to the hallways and yawned. "But if you have to piss, people mostly just go in the showers."

Great. So Alfred had to take a shower where so many men before him had pissed. How disgusting. Alfred trailed after Ivan to the counters, mindlessly setting his tray aside as he shrugged, "Yeah...I kinda had to piss. But I'll hold it, I guess..." He blushed, scratching his head awkwardly. "Are you taking a shower as well?"

"I might as well." Ivan shrugged as he showed Alfred to the shower and pointed to the doors. "There it is, let's go. We leave our jumpsuits on the hooks inside and there are towels and soap and shampoo in there, waiting for us." They actually took very good care of the inmates. Which seemed a little hypocritical. Ivan thought they should be harder on them.

Alfred nodded, cautiously entering the shower room, making sure Ivan was right behind him. He didn't exactly want to take a shower alone...at least not in these circumstances. He felt that he could trust Ivan at least...to an extent. Standing at the entrance idly, the boy hesitated in taking his jumper off, unsure of what exactly he should do. Several naked men lined the walls...it was a bit awkward.

Ivan didn't seem awkward at all. He came in naked and pushed past Alfred to take one of the empty showers. No one really batted an eye at the newcomers- just acknowledged they were there and went back to their own showering. Ivan was already getting warm and wet, wetting his hair and reaching for the shampoo, starting to lather it up in his silver locks.

Alfred flushed, his face turning beat red. Wow. Ivan was...big. In several different ways. He hadn't meant to look at the naked man, but he couldn't help but stare...The man kept in good shape. He had a firm look to his body, a tough build. It was obvious that he spent his free time working out. He had a little bit of a stomach, but it probably helped make him appear ever more tough and intimidating. His more...private regions were above average as well. Much above average. A chill went down the flustered American's spine as he shoved off his own jumper. Damn, was he feeling small and insignificant now.

Ivan definitely noticed the staring. He smirked and washed the suds out of his hair before he turned to look at Alfred full on. "Enjoying the view?" he laughed, a little too loud- enough to make the other men in the room stop and stare at Alfred.

Alfred sputtered, averting his eyes immediately despite the incarnal urge to continue staring at the man's monstrosity of a penis. "N-no! Shut up..." He turned his attention to the shower, grabbing the soap and starting to apply it to his own body. A lot of the men in the shower room seemed to be pretty...muscular as well. Not all of them, but enough to make the blond worry. Maybe he should start working out...

Ivan finished up washing his hair and took the soap, lathering himself up as well, suds all over his body. He soon finished, the spray washing everything away and escaping down the drain. "I'll be outside. Be careful now~" he crooned with a quiet snicker as he started to move over to where the rack of towels and a bench was.

Alfred washed his body faster than ever, not wanting to be stuck in the showers by himself. Of course, he shouldn't be so nervous...but he couldn't help it. He wasn't a large man, at least not as large as these men. He needed to watch his ass.

Following the Russian shortly, the blond burst out of the shower room and smiled sheepishly at Ivan. "Alright. I'm all clean then...now what?" He wasn't completely sure what he was allowed to do in prison...

Ivan was still pulling on his jumper and shrugged. "Oh, I don't know... You can go to the weight room, where most people work out, they have a hobby room, where you can draw. It's also the therapy room. I try to stay out of there." Ivan disliked therapy. Intensely. "Or you can head back to the cell, like I'm planning to."

Alfred pulled on his own jumper, weighing his options. The cell didn't seem as interesting as the other rooms...but he really didn't want to be left alone. He could always check out those rooms whenever he got more accustomed to prison, he supposed. "I guess I could go back to the cell with you. I'm...not sure what there would be to do there though." He mumbled quietly.

"Oh- I could show you to the library. They give us old books that are donated, usually by family members who what to give their loved ones something to read while they're in here. Sadly it's very pitiful, I've read almost everything in there by now." He was going to go crazy without it... "It keeps me busy."

"I guess the library would be nice. I've honestly never been much of a reader...but I'm guessing that I'm gonna have a lot of time on my hands from here on out." Alfred smiled, looking up at the older man. "Do they have any good books?"

"It can be hit and miss, depending on you type. Like I've said, I've read nearly everything in there, most of it I am not fond of, but some can really be heartfelt." Ivan nodded, rerouting to take them to the 'library'. "There are quite a few shelves... You can only check out one at a time, though. So I would flip through a few pages before you decide you want to take it out."

Alfred nodded, "What's your favorite book? Personally, I'm pretty into westerns and shit...but I don't know what books they'd have that would have anything to do with that..." He mumbled, following Ivan to the library. He really was curious as to what books Ivan might be interested in. Being a tough-looking drug lord and all.

"I love science-fiction," Ivan commented with a big grin as he brought Alfred into the little library. It was little more than a small room with three large shelves. "And I love looking for new books. It's hard to find them, now... I started just at one end of a bookshelf and went through another... Now the 'librarian' we have here reserves new books for me. Occasionally i find one I've passed over... But not frequently. I can't pick just one book."

"Ah, yeah. I like science-fiction alright too. With space and shit." Alfred smirked up at the man before entering the 'library', if it could really be called that. Science fiction. Not something he expected...he kinda expected the man to be interested more in gangster books, or some other dark type of genre. Science fiction was nice; something he could relate to. Ivan might not have been too bad after all.

Approaching the bookshelf, the blond thumbed through the books before encroaching upon something with a title that sounded vaguely familiar. Probably a classic of some sort. Alfred shrugged, tugging it out of its place on the shelf before heading over towards the librarian to rent it.

Ivan smiled as he watched Alfred check out his first book. It was heartwarming to see that- he had someone to relate to it seemed. "I'm glad you found something," he chortled as Alfred came back to the entrance. "I can recommend some books, when you're done with that one," he said as he made a move to return them to the cell.

Alfred smiled, somewhat excited by the thought. "That'd be great! Thanks...I look forward to it. Then maybe we could discuss it or something..." Before prison, such a notion probably wouldn't interest him as much. However, now he had a lot of time on his hands. Maybe Ivan and him could have some sort of reading circle going on.

"And there are clubs of sorts, they've formed in here... Not like gangs. Clubs. Like, they have one for performing Shakespeare I think..." Ivan seemed to hold disdain for the idea, it looked like. "You could ask around and find one you enjoy. I prefer to stay in my cell, though. Unless I am dealing business." Or with 'company'.

"O-oh. Okay. I just figured we were going to be spending a lot of time together...being in the same cell and all...so I thought maybe it could be something to talk about..." Alfred was pretty outgoing. Very social. While the notion of joining some clubs sounded nice, he was still pretty nervous about the whole prison deal. "Maybe I'll join a club later on."

"I think it would do you good. To reach out to others." Ivan shrugged and brought them back to their cell. He rolled onto his bed and pulled his book out from under his pillow. "I could recommend this book- it is very amusing. A science fiction that came in recently. I can lend it to you after you're done with that one, before I return it."

Alfred smiled weakly, nodding as he muttered, "Yeah...that'd be great. Thanks." He climbed up to his own bunk, falling over onto the bed comfortably. Now that he thought about it, he could use some sleep. Curling up on the mattress, the blond called out, "Hey, I'm gonna get some Zs. Wake me up for lunch, will ya?"

"Alright, if you'd like. Same with breakfast, we have an hour for lunch." Ivan started to flip through his book, very much enjoying himself. He thought nothing more of Alfred, now that he wasn't the object of his direct attention. Except perhaps plotting how he could break him... But that was for later.

Entering the cell as they returned from dinner, Ivan again, went straight for his bed. "That was enjoyable, don't you think?" he commented, mostly just making smalltalk as he sat at the edge of his bed, noticing the guards going around to check and make sure everyone was in their cell. "It's almost time for lock-up." And almost time for him to make his move...

Alfred climbed up to his bunk once more before flopping over. "I suppose..." The food was as mediocre as ever. Though he and Ivan seemed to be warming up to each other. Or, they were in Alfred's mind. Lots of smalltalk and discussion over pointless, little things...lots of Ivan showing him around. Ivan seemed to be more reserved than he was...but at least he seemed to be nice enough. Rolling over, he muttered, "They're not going to make us do roll call again, are they?"

"Not at night, they just check to see if we are in our cells at night. But in the morning, yes. They always do." It was natural to him by now... He was never bothered by it. He used to be. With that thought, Ivan moved up to climb the ladder and sit on the edge of Alfred's bunk, smiling down at him. "How was your first full day?" he teased.

"Better than I thought it would be." Alfred murmured, smiling tiredly back at the Russian. "I'm lucky to have you here. I'll admit, you kinda scared me at first, but you're an alright guy." He chuckled, taking his book out from under his pillow. Were they allowed to read at night? The blond wasn't sure, but he hoped so. Reading sounded good right about now. Nice and peaceful.

"They turn the lights off at nine, but I have mini lights if you'd like one," Ivan said, practically reading Alfred's mind. He hopped down and reached to pull out a little miniature lamp that one would clip to their book in order to read in the dark. "I already have one, here." He took his seat once more and handed Alfred the light, smiling sheepishly to him. "And I'm glad you've gotten over your fear of me. I get that a lot. Well, not the getting over their fear, but the fear."

"Hmm, maybe they haven't gotten to know you." Alfred responded with an exhale, mouthing another thankyou (which felt like the hundredth time he'd mentioned the word that day towards the older man) and accepting the light. "People probably just fear you due to your druglord reputation and kinda intimidating exterior. That's what got me at first. You should smile more or..something." He teased, giggling a bit.

"I already smile plenty." But that only seemed to drive people away further... Maybe it was the way he smiled or something. Perhaps it was too creepy or something. Oh well, whatever. "Well, I'm glad you can see past that." One arm started to sneak around Alfred's waist, as if meaning to tug him in close, feeling him out.

Alfred certainly noticed the arm around his waist, though deemed it of no immediate importance. It was a little..strange...but at this point he doubted that Ivan meant it in any weird sexual way. Shifting slightly in attempt to subtley wave the arm off, the blond smiled suredly and nodded, "Yeah. I think everyone should be given a another chance to prove themselves...You've proven to be nice." He focused his attention on his book.

"Really? That's so sweet of you," Ivan chuckled, placing his free hand over his chest, almost in a mock reply. The arm around Alfred didn't waver. In fact it pulled him in a little tighter, coming off as not so subtle.

Practically pressed up to Ivan's side, the blond sat there stiffly with the most awkward expression on his face. "Uh...I-ivan...is there something up?" He mumbled lowly, a new wave of nervousness enveloping his being once more. What was the man doing? Whatever it was, it was making Alfred anxious. He dearly hoped he hadn't assessed Ivan wrongly.

"No. Why? Is something up for you?" Ivan hummed as his one hand started to frisk and grope up Alfred's side, seeming to be feeling him out. That wasn't weird at all. Nope. He just kept acting like nothing was wrong, nothing was different.

"W-well..no..." Alfred's face was red. How dare the man start groping his side and act like nothing's wrong with this situation? Especially...especially after how much he had emphasized how afraid he was of getting raped in prison. Digging his fingernails into the paperback cover of the book, the boy whispered, "This..this isn't funny, Ivan...please stop."

"Stop what?" Ivan acted as if nothing was happening, hand still groping Alfred's body, feeling him out, touching him in a way that was most definitely not just accidental. Ivan was doing this, and he knew he was doing it. "I'm not doing anything."

Gaining some more courage, the boy persisted, gritting his teeth, "Yes, you are. You're feeling me up and dammit, Ivan, I don't swing that way. Please..." A tremble overtook Alfred's body at that, his voice weakening as the man continued to touch him. He suddenly felt uneasy...why was Ivan doing this?

"That doesn't seem forceful enough to want me to stop," Ivan snickered, finally admitting he was doing something. His other hand soon joined in, feeling up Aflred's middle and down one thigh. "You're not doing anything to stop me besides words. And words don't mean much." Stretching the truth quite a bit, but he could care less.

That shocked Alfred, to say the least. "Because I'd expect you to stop when I tell you to! You're...it's common courtesy that when someone makes it clear that they're uncomfortable with the situation, you stop. Dammit, I thought..." He tried to pull himself out of Ivan's reach, though they were weak attempts. The boy was hoping that maybe the Russian would retreat now that he heard his complaints; Alfred wanted to give him the chance to amend his misdeeds. Ivan...Ivan was supposed to be nice. Supposed to be his new friend in a place of uncertainty who kept him out of harm's way. Alfred wanted Ivan to seize this opportunity and keep his trust. "Please Ivan, just stop..."

"Why should I?" Alfred was presenting himself as prey to Ivan- and that was what he would be treated as if that was how he showed himself. Ivan didn't want to stop, he wanted to have his way with Alfred, and begin the process of forcing Alfred into the role of his bitch. He wasn't going to just stop because Alfred asked him to. Alfred was an easy target for him right then- presenting no other defense than words.

"Because we're friends, aren't we?" Alfred whimpered, gazing back at the man with hurt eyes. "Why are you doing this?" He didn't understand.

"It gets hard here with no women, you know... And I've been here an awfully long while." And Alfred was perfect. "And you're presenting yourself as the...perfect...target..." Ivan leaned in a little, getting a bit more hands on. If he possibly could. He leaned over Alfred now, arms around him and squeezing a little tighter. He was moving in for the kill.

At those words, Alfred stared back at the man in fear. "You...you...y-you cannot be serious..." When Ivan's touches were unyielding, the boy nearly cried, "Dammit! Just...stop!" He smacked away Ivan's hands, edging away from the man to sit back in the corner. He gazed back at the man with eyes of betrayal, holding his pillow to his chest in a manner of defense.

Alfred's pitiful retaliation did nothing to push Ivan back from his goals- Alfred would need to be more aggressive than that to get him to back off. As it was now he was just making himself a riper target to Ivan. "Where do you think you're going?" Ivan crooned as he reached out to grab Alfred's arm.

Alfred struggled against the grip on his arm, flailing it wildly in panic. However, as the betrayal set in, a flare up of frustration came over his senses as well. With a hard look in his eyes, the boy growled, "Get..off of me..you..asshole!" And with that, Alfred brought up his other hand to the man, backhanding him across the face. He seethed in anger, releasing all of the pent up emotions he had had up to that point on the Russian.

Ivan reeled back at the strike, practically jumping away from Alfred. A surprise look came over him, and he started to slink away. The force had been enough to surprise him and get him to back off. He slowly slid down the ladder and disappeared into his own bunk. Alfred had won with his assertive force this time.

A confused look overcame Alfred's features at that, but he was most definitely relieved that the man finally backed off. He sat there for a couple of moments, breathing heavily, rather shooken up. Okay, so maybe he had misassessed Ivan. Maybe..he wasn't such a "nice guy" after all. The blond eventually slid back under the covers, mulling over the fact. The one friend he had in this damned place turned out not to be his friend. The one man he trusted. And to make matters worse, they shared a cell together. Overwhelmed with emotion, the boy began to weep softly. How foolish he had been to think that such a man, such a man that so many other people seemed to avoid, could possibly befriend him. Now Alfred was truly alone in a place filled with moralless crooks. He sniffled, wiping his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. At...at least Ivan had recoiled when he'd shoved him off. If he could keep that up, that meant Alfred would be safe, right?

There wasn't a peep from Ivan for the rest of the night. In fact, he was gone before rollcall. But the guard that took Alfred's roll didn't seem bothered- Ivan must have checked himself out of the cell early under special supervision or something. Because he wasn't anywhere near the cell.