Alfred was excited. For probably a dumb reason, since it was a Hallmark Holiday, but it was special to him. It was Valentines Day and he had a bouquet of sunflowers and a box of cliché chocolates shaped like a heart. He had sussed out Ivan's favourite flowers through cunning interrogation the week before, and he was keen on surprising him with his, admittedly, incredibly gay salute to their relationship.

Or whatever it was, it was a ship of some kind.

He didn't bother knocking, already used to just dealing with Ivan's yelling, and barged in. "Yo, Ivan, I- Oh." That was all he could manage, was an 'oh.'

Ivan was on top of a shrieking blond, her large, naked thigh wrapped around his waist as he fucked her into the mattress. The man hardly noticed Alfred's intrusion, though the large-breasted woman beneath him surely did. She breathed out for Ivan to stop, patting his shoulder repeatedly as she pointed in the direction of the boy. It was only then that Ivan slowed his motions and turned his attention to Alfred standing in the doorway. The scowl on his face made it obvious that he was not pleased. Groaning, he said, "God fucking dammit, Alfred. How many times do I have to tell you to knock!"

"What the fuck are you doing?" Alfred demanded, face flushed with anger and hurt. Dammit, he had thought Ivan was really starting to like him- like him enough to call him instead. "Who the fuck is this?" he steamed as he clenched his hands into fists. "You could have just called me, you know? Jesus christ, I came over to wish you happy Valentines Day and this? This?" That woman wasn't anything special! …In fact she looked a little like Alfred. Wheat blond hair, blue eyes, sun tanned skin… Holy shit- "She's me with a vagina!"

Ivan sighed, shooting the woman an apologetic look as he pulled out of her, grabbing his robe to wrap around himself. The woman pulled the covers up around her naked body, looking rather confused as she looked between the two men. Rather frustrated with the situation, Ivan growled, "Why would you buy me shit? God...kid, I'm not your boyfriend. I'm not anything to you. You know what you are? You're a good fuck when I'm horny and I have nobody else around. So she..." He pointed towards the woman, "May very well be you with a vagina, but what's so bad about that? She also has a great figure, nice boobs, and she doesn't annoy the fuck out of me. I'd say she's an improvement if anything."

The woman didn't look very pleased with that. She huffed and gathered her clothes, dressing up just enough so that she was covering her privates before storming out of the room. She didn't have to deal with this.

Alfred went ahead and tossed the flowers and the box of chocolates at Ivan, aiming for his head. They were heavy by themselves, together they could do damage. "Well fuck off, you asshole, maybe I just wanted to have some goddamn fun and do something nice for you! Is it that fucking strange? Well guess what, I didn't have to do this. You can pay me back for that shit later." He whirled around and stomped out of the room, trying to convince himself that he wasn't about to cry.

"I'm not paying you back, you little fuck!" Ivan shouted back after he'd successfuly dodged and blocked the two objects from hitting him in the face. Alfred had a good arm. Rather agitated that his Valentine's Day fuck had been ruined, the man fell back on his bed, grumbling to himself. Leave it to Alfred to fuck up yet another one of his plans.

Alfred managed to hold in his tears the entire bus ride home. It wasn't that he expected Ivan to be faithful or anything- hell, hadn't expected Ivan to call him as often as he did. But he had bothered to go out and buy Ivan things, and bring them to him, as a sign of good will. And that asshole had brought home some bimbo to fuck on his bed.

The bed that he was supposed to fuck Alfred on that day.

When he got home he flopped onto his bed, locking himself in his room before rolling up in his blankets and crying into his pillow. He didn't say anything to his brother, didn't alert him that anything might be wrong. Matthew wouldn't understand anyway.

He spent the next hour crying into his pillow, feeling bad for himself. And then he spent the next hour hating Ivan for being such a goddamn asshole. It wasn't Alfred's fault, it was Ivan's! Alfred had done something nice for that big bag of dicks, and Ivan had shit on his niceness! Here was Alfred trying to include him and give him some good cheer or some gay shit like that, and Ivan was spitting it right back out at him!

Well, Alfred didn't have to sit around and listen to that shit. If Ivan wanted to be a douchebag and refuse niceties that people offered to him then Alfred would just go on without him.

After jacking off for about an hour, watching porn, Ivan had eventually calmed down from his initial anger. He was still pissed at the boy for scaring away that sexy woman. Now instead of fucking a hot chick, he was forced to use his hand.

However, as he looked upon the sunflowers scattered on his bedroom floor...he couldn't deny that he felt somewhat bad for what happened. Alfred had even somehow managed to buy his favorite kind of flowers, the little shit. He didn't feel bad for fucking someone else; the kid had to get it through his head that they weren't anything. But...he could have been a little less ruthless with his words. Maybe warned the kid that he didn't really do Valentine's Day. And the look on Alfred's face when he left...he hadn't been able to hide those waterworks from Ivan. Ivan knew he must be at home crying about now.

The wimp.

Sighing, Ivan looked from the flowers over to the phone. He knew he should try to fix this...somewhat. He wouldn't apologize...he would not apologize, but he would be...regretful. Somewhat. A little. Yes, that was it. Reaching over for his cellphone, Ivan dialed Alfred's number and waited.

The phone went to voicemail on the first try, but before Ivan could give up or try again, Alfred called him back. From the sound of his voice, he had been working on trying to get himself together while the phone was ringing, "What the fuck do you want?" Despite how composed he had become, there was still a crack in his voice.

Ivan sighed and muttered into the receiver, sounding rather unsympathetic, "Stop your sniveling and get your ass over here. We're going to talk." He then hung up, throwing his cellphone over to the other side of the mattress. It was up to Alfred now. If he didn't come, it was none of his concern. He turned the station to some trash TV and waited for the boy to come over.

There wasn't a peep from Alfred for another hour- and it didn't take that long to bus to Ivan's house. But after a while, there was a timid knock on the door. It seems Alfred had just spent most of that time debating whether to go or not.

Ivan hadn't thought Alfred was going to come over since it'd taken him so much longer. However, he got up and opened the door, looking down at Alfred. His face was still a little red, his eyes watery and tear-stained. It was very obvious that he'd been crying and crying hard. Feeling a tinge of remorse seep into his heart at that, Ivan put a hand on the boy's shoulder and lead him inside. "Come in and sit down." He mumbled, his tone neither harsh nor soft.

Alfred shook the hand off and went to sit down on the bed, crossing his arms. "You're a huge asshole," he said, making that the starting argument. He didn't offer up anything else.

"And you're an intrusive child who won't take a hint." Ivan retorted, shaking his head. However, he just sat down next the boy, folding his hands in his lap. He gathered his thoughts, trying to think of what to say.

"You should be used to me barging in by now!" Alfred flushed angrily, fists clenching tight at his side. "You could have come to me instead, I mean as dumb as Valentines Day is I thought it might have been nice to come and fuck together today."

"You keep treating this like something it isn't." Ivan interjected suddenly, looking at Alfred. "This isn't a relationship, Alfred. You have no right to get all pissed off at me for doing something I warned you about. I told you what we were from the beginning. I told you that I'd call you if I wanted to meet up. Your choice to keep barging into my life so far hadn't given you any consequences because I just conveniently hadn't been with anyone else when you had intervened; however, there was always a risk of you coming in in the middle of sex. You nearly did it with Francis. I warned you from the beginning about this, it's not my fault that you ignored me." He stated, looking Alfred dead in the eye.

"Yeah, but I like Francis!" Honestly, if he had caught Ivan in the middle of sex with Francis then he would have just tossed all his clothes off and joined in. But Ivan had chosen a stranger over him. And even more insulting, a stranger that looked like him. "That's not the point! You know I'm totally available, why wouldn't you call me instead? She looked like me! I'm blond and blue eyed and tan and I can do anything she can do and probably better!"

"Why should I have called you? You're not my boyfriend, Alfred. I can fuck around with strangers all I want; I even told you that I was going to from the start." Ivan returned, folding his arms and lying back. "And women and men are very different, Alfred. Maybe I was in the mood to fuck a woman tonight, ever thought of that? And I beg to differ. Her moans were much more appealing than yours." Then again, Alfred was better at blowjobs. And his ass was tighter.

Alfred looked personally offended. "I bet she was loose and gross." He and Ivan were on very different wavelengths with women. Ivan seemed to enjoy their more intimate parts a lot more than Alfred did, and Alfred was offended that Ivan enjoyed those intimate parts more than his own. "Figures you would pick the one day I tried to do something nice for you to go and fuck some two rate whore. And she wasn't moaning, she was screeching! Like a bat! You can't tell me that's appealing."

Ivan sighed sighed, tossing his head back on the pillow. They weren't getting anywhere with this. "Look, I appreciate the flowers and the chocolate...really. It was really nice of you to do that for me, but I just really don't do Valentine's Days. If it makes you feel better, you are a better fuck than her. However, I was in the mood for a sexy woman on my dick tonight, so I took her home instead. I'm not in a relationship with you, I'm not your boyfriend, I shouldn't have to be this hassled because I did something that I specifically warned you about months ago when we started fucking around."

"Yeah, but I'm better." Alfred still seemed infinitely offended that Ivan said he was a better fuck, and yet he still hadn't called him to come have sex with instead. Alfred really didn't understand Ivan's desire to have a woman instead- a man, sure, he could understand and even tolerate. But a woman? Fuck that bitch, this was his man. Kind of.

"Yes, you are better. So take pride in that aspect. You're one of the best fucks I've had; I plan to keep you around for a long time." Ivan muttered, pulling out a cigarette. Well...as long as the boy didn't continue to be so clingy. Or worse: get clingier. They weren't anything and Ivan planned to keep it that way.

"Yeah, I'm better so you should have called me instead. Women are gross." Alfred made it clear he didn't like women sexually. "I mean, why do you have to even fuck other people when you have me? If I'm one of the best fucks of your life. I'm available like, twenty four seven."

"Because I like variety, Alfred. You have a lot of pretty damn good traits, but you're not perfect. Sometimes I want other things, alright? Like vaginas. And boobs." Ivan sighed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. Alfred was being way too dramatic about this.

"But vaginas are grossss!" Alfred whined as he draped himself over the Russian. He made a face and huffed. "Your dick is mine, no one else is good enough to take it. I bet girls can't even take all of your dick! Vaginas are stunted. You can't put eleven inches in it."

"Alfred, just because you're a total faggot doesn't mean I am." Ivan huffed, giving the dramatic boy a push. "You keep flopping all over me. Stop that."

"Yeah, but, I'm right, aren't I? Girls can't take all of you." Alfred instead decided to roll over into Ivan's lap, straddling him. "Admit it, girls can't take you at all like my ass can."

"Depends upon the girl, but you're right. Your ass can take more than a woman's vagina." Ivan nodded, sighing. His lips twisted into a devious grin as he gave Alfred a look, "However, their asses can take just as much as yours can. And they still have boobs."

"Yeah, but I'm better!" Alfred flushed angrily, having been outsmarted by Ivan's devious quick thinking. No, not outsmarted, just temporarily halted. "I bet 99 percent of the girls you bring back wouldn't do half the stuff I would do."

"Oh? And what would you do that's all so devious that would make others turn back?" Ivan was curious about this, grinning at the other.

"I dunno, what's the sickest thing you can think of?"

"Hmm...let me think..." Ivan sat there, his legs crossed as he smiled devilishly. A couple of things came to mind. "Hmm...well, obviously my mind goes straight to BDSM. Would you be willing to do watersports with me?"

"What the fuck is that? Whatever it is, I'll do it." So long as it didn't include anything that would make Alfred sick. "I mean, if you wanna do BDSM shit then I'll do BDSM shit."

Ivan chuckled darkly at that. "Watersports means that I get to piss in your mouth." He sat back, hands behind his head, just waiting for the reaction.

Alfred seemed too stunned for words. But at the same time looked like he had a lot to say. He finally managed to blurt something out, "That is really fucking gross!" There was another moment of silence from him, and then, "…But I'll do it."

Ivan's silver eyebrows raised at that, though his smile remained. "Really? You would let me piss in your mouth? You're that dedicated?" Oh, he could have fun with this.

"Yes," Alfred answered automatically. He was squirming uncomfortably. He didn't like the sound of Ivan pissing in his mouth, but he'd be damned to hell if some other person came around who did like that shit come and steal his man. "I would totally do it."

Ivan reached out and brushed his thumb across Alfred's bottom lip, smirking darkly. "Good...then maybe you should demonstrate now. Take off your clothes. I want you naked and vulnerable before me." The night was turning into a decent one afterall.

Alfred sucked in a deep breath and nodded, shakily pushing up onto his knees. He couldn't believe he actually agreed to do this… Oh well, better than some hussie going out to steal his man. He slid his t-shirt off and then began to unbutton his pants, soon sliding them off his narrow hips and standing there before Ivan, thunder thighs and all, just waiting.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come here." Ivan held his hands out, motioning for the boy to draw nearer. "I want to feel that slutty little ass."

Biting his bottom lip to stop a smile from spreading over his face, Alfred came closer, straddling him properly with a wide smirk. "Man, didn't think you had it in you to talk nasty to me like this, faggot." He wanted more. He wanted to be put in his place.

Ivan smacked the boy's ass before gripping it tight, smirking up at the blond. Oh this would be a great night. "Oh there's a lot more where they came from, my little bitch." He reached up front to grab ahold of Alfred's nipple rings, pinching them harshly and giving them a slight twist.

The action roused a deep gasp from Alfred, crying out softly as his sore nipples were tortured. "O-ow, be gentle with them…" They were still sore, but only when they were played with. If done gently then it felt amazing, while they were fucking. Of course, he didn't think that 'gentle' was Ivan's M.O. right then.

"I'll do what I want with them, slut. You're doing what I say tonight, not the other way around." Ivan promptly took one of the nipples into his mouth, giving it a bite before he began to suck on them harshly. He wanted it to be rough tonight. He gripped Alfred's waist firmly, giving his ass a nice slap in the process. He dragged his fingernails up and down his lean figure.

Alfred yelped, but shakily gripped Ivan by his hair and nodded, leaning into the mouth suckling at his nipples. He felt like there was a conflict of interest, since he wanted to leave into both Ivan's hand and his mouth. Damn… "Goddamn, hung…"

Ivan dragged his teeth up to Alfred's neck, giving the crook a nip before digging his teeth into the skin. Not harsh enough to draw blood, but enough to certainly bruise. Thin red lines were made from his sharp finger nails as he slid them down Alfred's body. He wanted to put the boy in his place, to show him exactly where he belonged in the relationship. Growling, he hissed, "You're just a little needy cunt, aren't you? You can't handle going without my thick cock in your ass."

Alfred fidgeted under the torture, clutching at the Russian's shoulders and nodded. God did he want to be fucked. Just hearing Ivan abuse him verbally got the blood rushing down to his cock, flushing and swelling against the Russian as he began to rut against him. "Yes, please…"

Ivan gave Alfred's ass one last slap, pulling out his cock before he spit in his hand, rubbing it all over the tip. "So I'm sure your loose ass will have no problem taking me raw, hm?" He chuckled darkly, positioning Alfred's hold over the tip of his cock. "Impale yourself on me like the slut you are."

"R-raw?" Alfred exclaimed, a look of terror crossing his face. "No way, no, no… I-I can't do it raw…" He shied away, a look of genuine fear on his features. "And- and it will tear your piercings!"

"Oh shut the fuck up, you took me just fine when we fucked at the club." Ivan took matters into his own hands, flipping the boy over so that he was on his back. He pulled his pants down, removing the article completely as he loomed over the boy. He placed his shaft flush to Alfred's pink hole, smirking at the sight.

"It's gonna really, really hurt…" Alfred whispered, fearing for both his ass and Ivan's dick. He bit his bottom lip, gripping the sheets below him as he stared down at his legs spread, Ivan's now painful looking cock pressed against his unprepared hole. "W-well, fine! If you have to go to the emergency room because you tore your dick up, it's no skin off my nose!" When in doubt, be a little shit.

Ivan sighed. He wanted to be rough, but...he didn't want to really hurt either of them. At least not like that. And Alfred looked legitimately scared, which wasn't really sexy. Leaning back, Ivan grabbed the tin of vaseline and chucked in at Alfred. "Fine. If you really want preparation, then be my guest. Prepare yourself; I want a show."

"Uh…I would kinda prefer this to be on your dick instead of in my ass," Alfred muttered, dipping his fingers into the vaseline and shakily reaching down to prepare himself. He wouldn't complain with what he got. He moaned as he slid three fingers inside himself, stretching it out easily. All the sex with Ivan didn't exactly leave him virginally tight anymore.

Ivan watched as the younger boy stretched himself, jamming his own thick fingers into Alfred's hole every once in a while, twisting them along with Alfred's fingers. Eventually he got bored, swatting Alfred's hands away before grabbing his hips, pulling him close. As an act of kindness, Ivan did slick himself up with the lubricant, hoping that would put Alfred at ease. "Get ready, whore. I'm not waiting any longer."

Alfred let out a shaky breath of relief as he saw Ivan slick himself up, and gladly spread his legs after that. So long as his ass wasn't going to be torn up then he could do it no problem. "I can take it, faggot, give it to me," he demanded, feeling himself get catty once more.

Ivan promptly smacked Alfred across the cheek with that. He wasn't taking lip from the boy tonight. "I'll give it to you when I'm good and ready and only when I'm good and ready, you got that?" He pushed the boy down, positioning his cock at Alfred's entrance. He was ready to make Alfred scream.

A little sound of disbelieve escaped Alfred, eyes wide. Ivan had struck him. It wasn't that he objected, it was just greatly surprisingly. He found himself heating up in all the right places, staring down at the tip of Ivan's Prince Albert just about to pop inside of him. "F-fuck… Come on, please, just give it to me, I can't handle this kind of suspense."

"Such a little whore." Ivan chuckled, though he complied. He was ready to move this along too. Grabbing a hold of Alfred's shoulders, he slowly sunk into the boy's amazing heat. He took him all the way to the hilt, his perfect little ass practically sucking him in.

Alfred's legs easily snapped tight around Ivan's waist, pulling him in deeper, moaning as he felt his entire cock slide easily into his body. It was never hard to take Ivan anymore, he was by far accustomed to it. He was more worried about if he tried to fuck someone else- it would be hard to get him off after he had been so spoiled by Ivan's monster cock.

Ivan pulled Alfred's hips closer, completely connecting their bodies. The way Alfred's muscles clenched around his shaft felt fantastic, the heat divine. Alfred's hole was perfect, as always. It surprised Ivan how well his hole had managed to hold up; normally his lovers would be loose after a couple of fucks. But not Alfred. It delighted the man. He began to move his hips, rocking in and out of Alfred's entrance.

Alfred mewled, arching his back and yanking Ivan in deeper and deeper with each roll of his hips. "C-come on, fuck me," he demanded breathlessly, "Fuck me like you mean it, pussy, I c-can't even feel your dick!" He loved getting Ivan riled up. It ensured of a good fuck.

Ivan was tempted to smack Alfred again for the name-calling, though he decided not to push it. Instead he gripped Alfred's hair tightly, pulling his head back as he began to kiss and suck and bite down his neck. His hips pistoned in and out of Alfred's ass, going at such a high speed with such great force already. If Alfred wanted a rough fuck, he was going to get it.

Alfred started to scream, crying out and begging for Ivan to give it to him faster, harder, more more more. That was all that he could get out, all that he could manage. He wanted Ivan more than anything, he wanted to come and he wanted to do it on Ivan's dick. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh my god!"

Ivan grabbed Alfred's legs and pushed them in, nearly doubling the boy over as he mounted him. With the angle change, he was about to push in harder and faster and deeper. Glaring down into Alfred's blue, begging eyes, Ivan panted as he pumped his shaft in and out of Alfred's hole, hitting his sweet spot dead-on every time. He slapped his ass, growling, "You like that, my sweet little slut? You like getting fucked? Dominated?"

Alfred was screening even louder with the new position, shouting out depraved begging of 'yes' and 'oh god' and desperate please to be fucked harder and faster. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck me, oh g-god, I need it, please, please…" Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he was fucked, the sheer power of it sending him over the edge.

Ivan pounded Alfred into the mattress, ravaging his body as he fucked the boy senseless. He kissed his face, nipping at his jaw and neck, lapping away his tears. He decided not to get on about how much of a pussy Alfred was being crying over sex, instead just enjoying the situation.

"More, more, more, fuck!" Alfred screamed as he came, splattering himself with his own semen. He went completely limp, eyes rolling back in his head as Ivan continued to pump into him. His cock twitched, looking like it was going to become hard again.

Ivan eventually came within the boy's ass, loud and hard. Feeling rather fatigued from such a harsh fuck, the man pulled out of Alfred, lying down on the mattress and breathing heavily. That had been good.

Alfred groaned pitifully, eyes slipping shut. Oh god, that had been breathtaking. "I don't think that counts as BDSM," he managed, a cheeky smile on his face as he turned his head to look at the Russian beside him.

"You're right. But what I'm about to do does." Ivan smirked, sitting up in the bed. He gripped the base of Alfred's neck and pulled him in close. "We're not done yet, remember?"

"Ow! Wh-what? But we… O-oh." Alfred looked half disgusted and half scared. Oh god, he had agreed to do that too, hadn't he? "O-okay, well… Shouldn't we like…move off the bed, I mean I don't want the sheets to smell like piss."

Ivan chuckled darkly, dragging Alfred to the bathroom. If Alfred cared that much about his sheets, then fine, they'd do it that way. Once they'd entered the room, Ivan turned to the boy and waited expectantly. "Go ahead, start sucking."

Alfred gulped, rising on his knees and shakily pushing up, hands on Ivan's inner thighs. He gripped Ivan's soft cock with one hand and brought it to his lips, wrapping around the head. He was preparing himself, knowing what was about to happen.

Ivan smirked as he watched Alfred shyly wrap his lips around his cock...much different from how he'd normally tackle sucking his dick. Weaving his fingers in the boy's hair, he just stood there with a sly smirk, watching Alfred suck his cock timidly. He wanted to get him when he didn't expect it.

Alfred was trying hard to expect it. He didn't want to be caught off guard. He pulled off with a pop, gasping softly. He was nervous, but at the same time anticipating what he knew had been promised him- he felt sick as he thought that. Goddamn did he feel like a cheap whore. Or maybe a classy whore. Then again, he was doing something classy whores probably didn't do.

"What are you doing? Keep sucking." Ivan pressed Alfred's face back into his crotch. "The quicker you comply, the quicker we can get this over with."

Flushing angrily, Alfred stared back up at him and took the head back into his mouth, sucking down as much as he could. He was leering up, knowing Ivan could do it at any point. He was waiting.

Ivan decided to just get it over with instead of dragging Alfred's fear out longer. With a groan, he released his urine into Alfred's awaiting mouth, holding his head in place with his hand.

Alfred nearly choked at the taste of Ivan's acrid piss sliding down his throat. Most of it missed it tongue, which he was grateful for, but it was still hot and nasty as he felt it go down. What little drops did land on his tongue were bitter and nasty. He just tried his best to swallow all of it, eyes watering form the smell.

Ivan massaged the boy's scalp, feeling his silky hair as he continued to release his bladder. He enjoyed the domineering factor the act gave him, the fact that he was able to get Alfred to agree to swallowing his piss. It was a satisfying feeling, totally making up for the fiasco earlier. Eventually Ivan finished up, retrieving his softened cock from Alfred's lips. Smirk devilish, he asked cynically, "How was that, cockslut?"

Alfred had to choke back a gag, feeling like he was going to puke, but managed up a weak smile. "D-delicious." Oh god, his entire body ached and now he'd swallowed at least a pint of piss. "F-fuck…"

"Feel free to empty the contents of your stomach in the toilet; I won't blame you." Ivan snorted, leaning against the bathroom wall. "Want anything to eat or drink? I have some mints as well. Despite how you might say that was absolutely 'delicious', I hardly believe so. I'll make you dinner, how about that?" Ivan wasn't that much of an asshole to make Alfred stand that taste for the rest of the evening. He'd vented his anger by pissing in the kid's mouth, he had no problem making up for it now.

Alfred saw that as a challenge. "No fucking way. …I mean, to the puking thing, I can go for dinner." He was going to do this. He was going to go through the day without puking once. Unless drinking piss made you sick beyond just the gross out factor. "I could go for some burgers right about now." And a nap. Damn did his ass hurt.

"Alfred, you can vomit it up, really. It's probably not healthy for you to be drinking the wastes of others." Ivan added, leaving the bathroom to head to the kitchen. "You go puke, I'll make us some burgers. Then we can sleep. How's that sound?"

"No, I'm not going to puke!" Alfred's face was red with the insisting. He did feel a little sick to his stomach, though. Of course, that was mostly just in his head- there probably wasn't anything Ivan could drink that would actually hurt him. Was there? "Just give me burgers and mints and let me brush my teeth and I'll feel better."

"If you insist..." Ivan left that hanging, pulling out the supplies for burgers. "These'll be done within 10 minutes. I have some mint gum on my bed-stand, you can go get that. Also help yourself out to water or anything in the fridge. You know where your toothbrush is." Alfred spent enough nights here that he had his own toothbrush in Ivan's bathroom. The boy was forgetful.

Alfred ran to get the mint gum and then to get some water. After that he went to brush his teeth with a deep sigh, rubbing at his temple and tossing the gum in the trash. "Man, I feel a lot better just from that." He came up behind Ivan and gave his ass a smack. "My burger ready?"

"Almost. Give it a few more minutes, Alfred. You're so impatient." Ivan smirked, flipping the patty over. "Go prepare your toppings and whatnot. The patty will be done shortly." He nodded, continuing to cook.

Alfred picked up condiments and a bun, waiting eagerly with his plate outstretched, waiting for the beef to be placed on his bun so he could smack some cheese, pickles, mustard and ketchup on it to make it a proper burger.

Eventually the food was ready, and Ivan placed a patty onto the buns, chuckling at Alfred's childish enthusiasm. Best way to cheer the boy up, make him a burger. He patted Alfred's head and gave him a peck before gathering his own burger. "Let's go eat on the bed. We can lie together and watch TV...maybe dig into those chocolates you bought me earlier."

"Oh, uh… Well, there's something I should say about the chocolates…" Alfred managed a sheepishly smile, hiding behind his burger. "I had to make sure they tastes good and all, so…uh… Some have some…test-bites in them."

"'Some' of them?" Ivan quirked a brow, his voice suspicious though he was smiling. Leave it to Alfred to "test" the chocolates. It was rather adorable, Ivan could admit. Ruffling Alfred's hair, Ivan snickered, "Well, I wasn't expecting chocolates to begin with, so I can't get on your ass about that. I appreciate the thought." He paused in his laughter, saying in a more serious tone, "Really, I do. I do appreciate the chocolates and the flowers...I apologize for being a rather brash about it earlier. I could have reacted better, surely."

"Uh, I actually kinda wish I would have taken the chocolates. They would have made me feel better." Alfred took a big bite of his burger, smiling at Ivan with fat cheeks. He stuffed most of it in his mouth all at once, swallowing it down in big chunks. "Can I have some chocolates now?"

"See if I ever apologize to you again, you little shit." Ivan commented, still eat his burger. "No, for that stunt, you can't. You get to wait until I'm done eating. I'll teach you to ignore my sincerity."

"Nooo, I liked your sincerity!" Alfred draped himself over the Russian, whining pitifully. "It makes you sound like a real fag now. I'm so proud of you for crossing over all the way. Do you hate vaginas now?" He was just being mean now.

"Says the boy who drank piss." Ivan returned, continuing to eat his food. "Keep this up and you won't get any chocolates. I'll keep them all to myself and eat them in front of you."

"Hey. Anyone can drink piss. Not just faggots." Alfred whined and leaned back. "You're so meeeeaaaan. Why are you so mean to me? Do you not love me? Did I not drink your piss well enough? Because I drank your piss. I deserve chocolate."

"You're the one who agreed to drink my piss. That's your problem. I even tried to help you out by giving you some mint gum and making us a lovely dinner. You deserve nothing." Ivan would give Alfred chocolate if he felt like it, not because of the boy's flawed rationale.

"But I bought them! You're still paying me back for them." Alfred flopped back and stared back up at Ivan with a pitiful glance. "Why don't you love me?"

"Why would I love you?" Ivan asked instead, finishing up his burger. Not his favorite dinner, but they were good enough to have every once in a while. Alfred liked them a lot at least.

"You should love me because I'm awesome." Alfred sat up and flung himself at the Russian. "I get chocolate, right?" He felt childish, begging so much for something he had been the one to buy. But damn, he wanted that chocolate.

"Uh-huh." Ivan grumbled cynically, flicking Alfred's nose. He set his plate aside as he gathered the bright red box that contained the candy, fiddling with the edges slightly. "Only if you deserve it. I'm not sure if you do."

"Ow! I deserve ittt," Alfred whined as he wrapped his arms around the Russian's neck. "Come on, you're being an asshole, I deserve chocolate. Please? Please, please, please, pleeeease?" He was going to keep saying it until Ivan gave him some goddamn chocolate.

Ivan knocked Alfred in the back of the head, swatting his arm. "Stop that, you're being a child." He opened the box to see that almost every chocolate had a "test-bite." On some of the chocolates (the nastier ones, Ivan noticed) there were simply small nibbles on the corners. On others, half of the chocolate was missing. Ivan gave Alfred a look.

"I left you all the ones I thought you would like," Alfred promised, giving a big goofy grin. More like all the ones Alfred didn't like. "You like coconut, right?" Because there were a lot of those left.

"Not particularly, no." Ivan swatted Alfred's hand away. "Shoo, shoo! It seems like you've already gotten your fill on chocolate. Don't be such a glutton."

"Nooo, I want more, come on," Alfred whined as he cuddled up to Ivan's side, pouting to him. "Please? Just one? Or two? Or all the ones I like?" He would have just gotten an entire box for himself if he had the money for it.

"I can let you have the coconut ones." Ivan smirked slyly. "You thought I would like those, then surely they must be good." He picked up one of the less-scathed chocolates and popped it into his mouth. Chocolate with caramel. Yum.

"Noo, give me one of the hazelnut ones, please?" Alfred whined as he pointed to one of the ones that was a little more chewed on. "I like those ones, come ooon! You're being a dick, I hate coconut!"

Ivan turned to Alfred and gave him a kiss on the lips. The boy could be so cute. Picking up the one Alfred had pointed out, the man handed it over. "Fine...I guess I could let you help me out with these."

Alfred grinned excitedly and opened his mouth, waiting for Ivan to pop it in. This was turning out better after all!

Ivan popped the chocolate into Alfred's awaiting mouth, snorting at his enthusiasm. "Someone's hyper tonight. Look at you getting all excited."

"Well, I managed to make you stop having sex with some dumb bimbo, we got to fuck really hard, and then you pissed in my mouth. Not sure about that last one, but I think it's been a successful day." Alfred didn't actually mind, now that he thought more about it. He wasn't rushing to do it again, but if it came up again he was open to it.

"It was a decent day. Wish I could have finished with that woman though...shame." Ivan commented, knowing it would get under Alfred's skin. "Though I think pissing in your mouth made it better somehow. It equalized the action."

Alfred made a face. "Yeah, well, next time you want to fuck some dumb bimbo who looks like me just call me up and say you want to piss in my mouth, I'll get the gist of it." He flopped back and sighed. "I'm really tired, we should nap."

"You were practically begging for chocolate earlier. Are you giving up? Well, alright. More for me." Ivan set the box aside, sliding under the covers. He tugged Alfred in close, tugging the covers around him as well.

"Gotta say, that one you gave me really hit the spot," Alfred replied with a grin, snuggling up beside the Russian. He was so tired. "Mmm… Ivan, do you like being around me?" He needed this question answered. It had been bothering him all day.

"Why do you ask that?" Ivan responded, holding Alfred close. He rested his chin on top of the boy's golden head.

"Well…you said that I was annoying." Ivan had said that the woman was less annoying than him, and her moans sounded nicer, and… It was really starting to make Alfred wonder if Ivan even enjoyed being around him at all. Was it just the sex? He felt ridiculous for thinking this. Of course it was sex… But Ivan had to like being around him just a little, right?

"You are annoying." Ivan sighed, though he continued to pull Alfred in. He nuzzled the boy, trying to be comforting. "But that doesn't mean I don't like being around you. This...relationship is sexual, but...I do find you to be a friend of mine. I care enough that I don't want to hurt you. I'm glad you're here with me right now."

"Really?" Alfred needed this reassurance, needed to know that he and Ivan, while mostly sexual, at least had something going on between them. Even if it was only a friendship.

"You'd never make it throught the door if I didn't want you here, Alfred. I wouldn't have bothered to call you up and invited you over to fix things." Ivan ruffled the boy's hair, giving him a kiss on the forehead before mumbling, "Let's get some sleep now. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."

"Alright…" Alfred murmured, smiling as the words sunk in. He buried his face into the pillow, sighing deeply. He felt a lot better already.