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The concert had been a blasting success, the fans were delirious and satisfied, if not wanting more. Although most of their focus were usually on the lead singer, and perhaps the other guitarist, rather than on him, the bassist. But Nikita didn't mind not being in the spotlight, preferring to contribute in other ways possible, and leave it all to

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[cstoli]

Oh. Oh! There's a body clinging to his arm. What a familiar feeling, there's also a familiar voice calling for him to stay, pleading for his attention. But he's ignoring that. He gave hugs and head pats! That's the limit to his affection for he already ran out of love to give today. He slides a hand down his arm and pushes the other away, his head turns slightly, looking at his little brother - the super star - out of the corner of his eye. His eyes are cold.

"Little one knows of distances and offensive closeness, da? He should not want more than given. Or people will call on greediness! Bad for such news to be out on newspaper for band"

He walks off once more, lightness in his steps. "Ah, we have work! Perhaps time to skin that white hair brat and make socks out of skin, little brother has no need for her now that he has accomplished, da?"

It's hard to tell if he's joking or not, but he's laughing anyway. Regardless of the looks he gets for his strange sense of humor. If everyone is enjoying themselves, he ought to be allowed to too. So he leaves Nika once more, stepping out of reach and back to the band's private dressing room. He has learned to do damage control from a distance a long time ago, this is why he can afford the luxury of sitting on a couch, alone and making phone calls to assess the situation.

[ooc: Feel free to follow after him! But should note that smut might not happen cos it's Ivan and well, yeah. And sorry, I used Prussia from above thread cos I'm too lazy to think up of other band members haha. >>]

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[ooc: No prob~ CR is fine between them too, and I'm okay with it. ^^ And no worries about using Prussia's thread for inspiration. The Mun and I kinda thought of something similar along that line too. ^_~]

Nikita got the message clearly, instantly letting his hands drop to his sides. He had overstepped his boundaries, nearly breaking the contract between the both of them. He would rather receive the look of affections in those purple eyes than the cold stare that could freeze hell over. His head hung slightly as he nodded and apologised. "Da, did not mean to do so. Was only too happy."

Ivan's next statements though made his blood chill as he followed behind his older brother, eyes widening in panic. "N-Nyet. No skinning and no socks. Nika still has need for her."

He couldn't be sure if Ivan was joking or not, half the time he was being serious, the other half only teasing, before making a U-turn and doing the exact opposite. But then again, he himself shared that same poker-face qualities, so he only hoped that his brother was kidding.

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"Da, da, Nika~"

He settles on the couch, the corners of his eyes crinkles in mirth as he laughs. Both at the interesting phrasing of his brother's words and at the thought of human skin socks. Maybe he should lay off the vodka. Maybe. He rummages through the messy dressing room and finds his precious bottle. Ah, maybe not. The relationship between a Russian and a bottle of vodka is mystical, after all. How could he defy that and not heed its call.

He drinks straight from the bottle and offers Nika the same sweet poisonous liquid while he talks on the phone. "-Nyet. Do not skin her. She has Nika's eye! ... Perhaps. We do not want to clean up either."

It is really hard to tell when Ivan is joking, because it's all the same for him. He laughs the same laugh, smiles the same smiles, whether the topic be gruesome or pleasantly normal. No one ever taught him to react differently. He shifts his attention back to his little brother, well, more specifically the bottle of vodka, but Nika is there too. "Da, Nika? You like white hair brat?"

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Nikita joined his older brother on the couch, though at a safe distance away, not caring about his surroundings. Whenever he was with Ivan, it was the same atmosphere. He let his brother talk on the phone as he accept the bottle from him, tipping his head back and letting the content guzzle down his throat, the burning sensation enough to ground him down back to reality.

He waited for Ivan to finish the conversation before passing the bottle back to him, nervousness building within even as his face remained expressionless. Or at least as blank as can be. Ivan often had a way to reading his hidden emotions and feelings, even if the older man reject his advancements and affections.

The question stunned him, suddenly throat dry and he knew it wasn't due to the vodka. This had to be tackled delicately. There was no telling just what Ivan might do at the snap of a finger. In the end, he gave a slight nod. "Da, I like it when she sings." He had to choose his words carefully and with tact, lest he flip open the pages tomorrow and see her on the front page with suspicious looking red liquids that would most definitely not be wine.

[cstoli]

"We think she sings well also! We like it when she sings, also." He chuckles, his vocal cords widen and he sounds octaves lower for a second before that chirp and cheerful laugh returns. The creases by his eyes doesn't lose it's strength, not even with the return of the bottle to his hand. Ivan happily drinks up the clear liquid and chases one burn with another. Ah, how his friend loosens his tongue and cleanses his mind. Even his clingy brother seems a bit more tolerable when there's vodka within reach.

"Do not damage her then, little one.Her voice will be needed for great number of shows later. Remember, little brother. Play gently, not rough! Never rough unless asking for! It goes with sharp things also. She might not like it, da."

It's strange that Ivan should be the one to lecture Nika about this, but he would have gotten a very tearful scolding from their other sibling if it weren't done. And he is a big brother, isn't he? He needs to watch out for his family, even if he doesn't really care for the fate of the singer in question. Though, maybe...

"Best to take responsibility and do not leave her with child but without ring. Big brother would not help you then!"

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Whenever there was vodka, it would put his brother in a sufficiently better mood. At least more tolerable than he might usually be, though it was also a double-edge sword, bringing out the worst of Ivan when he was in one of his moods. But then again, it was always so unpredictable when it came to his older brother. For now, Nikita was just pleased that Ivan was mostly on the 'high' mode.

"Da, will take good care of her. Nika will remember brat's advice well. Brat has been good to us after all."

Indeed, it wasn't often that Ivan would be sparing 'words of wisdoms' to him, since they rarely ever sat together alone. Just the two of them. Whether it was advices, lectures or reprimands, Nikita would absorb it all, cherish it in his heart too. To be given the silent treatment was as good as him being dead to his brother, and he didn't want that to ever happen.

"Nika shall be careful. Do not want brat to be worried." Of course he would take protective measures when and if they do finally consummate their relationship, so for now it was just at the borderline of friend-lover. "Brat will attend if there is wedding?" It was a long time ahead, and who know if he would really end up with her. But deep down in his heart, he was certain she was the one.

[cstoli]

This is good, this is very good. Of course, he is a little sadden by the fact that his little brother is growing up, thinking of marriage, but all of that gets absolutely trampled on by the happy thought that his brother won't be pursuing his obsessive quest for incestuous relations to him. He hums his approval and takes in more vodka, an arm curls around the bottle as he speaks. He is definitely in one of his high modes and Nika's words seems to fuel it all.

"To Nika and white hair brat's wedding? Of course! Big brother is good, da. We will of course come!"

He's just so happy for Nika! Maybe more affection is in order. His little brother's affections have obviously been placed on to another, so it's safe to be brotherly now, isn't it? Without thinking, he reaches a hand out and pets the top of his brother's head as a child would to a strange animal they've never seen before.

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Truthfully, Nikita had tons of affection and love for Ivan, and was still obsessive over his older brother. But at least the level of it had lessened, or more correctly, redirected and refocussed to her. At first, he had worried and feared about the conflicts within himself and how he truly felt for her, even more so when he didn't know how his older brother would take it.

But all that was washed away when Ivan agreed, and with such enthusiasm too! "Da... Nika is pleased that brat will come."

Oh... Oh!! Head pats! Nikita blinked at his older sibling, stunned for words as he allowed the other to reveal the rare affections that he had often seek. He didn't dare to move, nor to even speak, lest his brother decided that enough was enough. So Nikita just sat stock still, allowing the happiness to radiate through the light flush on his cheeks.