star light, star bright (4/?)
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April 30 2009, 01:18:36 UTC
Star Light, Star Bright - part four
Arthur's eyes snap to Ivan's face. The smile is still there, the cloak slipped to reveal something Arthur chooses not to name. It freezes Arthur's heart.
"Nonsense." Arthur looks away from Ivan; casting about for something to settle his gaze on, he focuses on Alfred's star. A star; it might not be Alfred's, but then it again it might. "You couldn't possibly-" He breaks off. This is Ivan, and very possibly Ivan could.
"There is nothing extraordinary about my needs," Ivan says conversationally. "Surely you experience such needs yourself from time to time, do you not?"
Arthur stares fixedly at the star, even though its wish-granting capability already has been claimed this night. But Arthur knows that a star is not seen best by looking directly, so he focuses on a blank space just off the star, allowing it to shine brighter in his peripheral vision.
"Well," Ivan says, "I will leave you to your stargazing. Good night, Arthur."
As Ivan strides away, his scarf trails behind him, the ends fluttering with his movement in the still air.
"Ivan!"
At the sound of his name, Ivan stops and turns.
"Don't do this," Arthur says. "Alfred-" Ivan's smile stops him before he can say more.
"Alfred," Ivan repeats; he doesn't make more of the sentence either, though he punctuates it with a guttural purr.
"Don't do this," Arthur says again.
"I have needs." Ivan smiles again as he shrugs. "I will be satisfied."
There's no spoken threat, no "or else"; and that only serves to make the menace all the more real for Arthur. "Ivan," he says, though he doesn't know what else to say.
"Arthur." Ivan pushes back his coat to put his hands in his front pockets, drawing attention to the hint of an erection in the moment before he disguises it. "I require satisfaction. I believe Alfred will satisfy nicely."
"He's drunk," Arthur protests. "He can't consent. He won't understand."
"Ah." Ivan nods. "You are concerned I will rape him. But that is not how one treats allies, Arthur. I know that. I will-what is the word?" He doesn't wait but finds it himself: "Reciprocate."
If Ivan's words are intended to ease Arthur's mind (a hypothesis Arthur doubts), they do not have the intended effect. For if Alfred doesn't understand what's happening to him, then whether he is the one touching or being touched will make no difference. Besides, Arthur is unsure precisely what Ivan means by "reciprocate." He doesn't think he wants to know.
"Why are you doing this?" Arthur hears the undercurrent whine of desperation in his words.
Ivan's smile curves up in symmetry a little more. "I believe I have made that clear," he says patiently.
"Why Alfred?" Arthur blurts out.
"Why not Alfred?" Ivan counters.
They look at each other silently.
"Satisfaction and comradeship," Ivan says. "These are two of the finest things in life. Am I wrong to wish to share them with our friend?" He smiles. Smiles that fucking smile.
Arthur swallows.
"Perhaps you wish me to share them with you, Arthur?" The smile stays in place as Ivan tilts his head. "Or," he adds as if he's suddenly thought of it, though Arthur feels certain that this is where Ivan has been steering the conversation all along, "perhaps you wish to share these things with him yourself?"
Arthur's dread deepens, dropping into his chest to squeeze around his lungs. What are you saying?, he wants to ask. But the fist of his horror chokes off his breath and all he manages is, "No."
"No?" Ivan's brow arches in the semblance of surprise. "You have no wish to fuck America?"
Arthur's eyes snap to Ivan's face. The smile is still there, the cloak slipped to reveal something Arthur chooses not to name. It freezes Arthur's heart.
"Nonsense." Arthur looks away from Ivan; casting about for something to settle his gaze on, he focuses on Alfred's star. A star; it might not be Alfred's, but then it again it might. "You couldn't possibly-" He breaks off. This is Ivan, and very possibly Ivan could.
"There is nothing extraordinary about my needs," Ivan says conversationally. "Surely you experience such needs yourself from time to time, do you not?"
Arthur stares fixedly at the star, even though its wish-granting capability already has been claimed this night. But Arthur knows that a star is not seen best by looking directly, so he focuses on a blank space just off the star, allowing it to shine brighter in his peripheral vision.
"Well," Ivan says, "I will leave you to your stargazing. Good night, Arthur."
As Ivan strides away, his scarf trails behind him, the ends fluttering with his movement in the still air.
"Ivan!"
At the sound of his name, Ivan stops and turns.
"Don't do this," Arthur says. "Alfred-" Ivan's smile stops him before he can say more.
"Alfred," Ivan repeats; he doesn't make more of the sentence either, though he punctuates it with a guttural purr.
"Don't do this," Arthur says again.
"I have needs." Ivan smiles again as he shrugs. "I will be satisfied."
There's no spoken threat, no "or else"; and that only serves to make the menace all the more real for Arthur. "Ivan," he says, though he doesn't know what else to say.
"Arthur." Ivan pushes back his coat to put his hands in his front pockets, drawing attention to the hint of an erection in the moment before he disguises it. "I require satisfaction. I believe Alfred will satisfy nicely."
"He's drunk," Arthur protests. "He can't consent. He won't understand."
"Ah." Ivan nods. "You are concerned I will rape him. But that is not how one treats allies, Arthur. I know that. I will-what is the word?" He doesn't wait but finds it himself: "Reciprocate."
If Ivan's words are intended to ease Arthur's mind (a hypothesis Arthur doubts), they do not have the intended effect. For if Alfred doesn't understand what's happening to him, then whether he is the one touching or being touched will make no difference. Besides, Arthur is unsure precisely what Ivan means by "reciprocate." He doesn't think he wants to know.
"Why are you doing this?" Arthur hears the undercurrent whine of desperation in his words.
Ivan's smile curves up in symmetry a little more. "I believe I have made that clear," he says patiently.
"Why Alfred?" Arthur blurts out.
"Why not Alfred?" Ivan counters.
They look at each other silently.
"Satisfaction and comradeship," Ivan says. "These are two of the finest things in life. Am I wrong to wish to share them with our friend?" He smiles. Smiles that fucking smile.
Arthur swallows.
"Perhaps you wish me to share them with you, Arthur?" The smile stays in place as Ivan tilts his head. "Or," he adds as if he's suddenly thought of it, though Arthur feels certain that this is where Ivan has been steering the conversation all along, "perhaps you wish to share these things with him yourself?"
Arthur's dread deepens, dropping into his chest to squeeze around his lungs. What are you saying?, he wants to ask. But the fist of his horror chokes off his breath and all he manages is, "No."
"No?" Ivan's brow arches in the semblance of surprise. "You have no wish to fuck America?"
to be continued
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Shit. The menace is so fucking palpable.
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I love you, F5F5F5F5F5F5F5 TO!!
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*joins the F5 party*
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gh, it's also so very IC. i'll keep checking for more, i'm really in love with this! ^^
*follows up the group of F5-users*
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