[Fanfic] In the Deep
Title: In the Deep
Words: 4,998
Characters/Pairing: Paranormal-Hunter!Russia/Half-demon!America, Half-demon!Canada
Rating/Warning: R18; Sex/Violence/Human names used, Dub-con…uhhh I think thats it.
Note: This was just supposed to be pwp angry sex…but somewhere along the way a plot emerged, and then a full fledged story idea that I had to cut away. (I also posted this @ tumblr) I was inspired by the demon au fics I’ve been reading on tumblr and the Laurell K Hamiliton novels I’ve started reading. Written for gutennachte as an early birthday present.
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Great Basin Desert
Mountains of Granite - snow capped and reaching to the heavens - framed the desert valley. Sagebrush filled the lower valley, leaving the mountain slopes to the forests of Pinion, Juniper and Pine. A small town appeared in the distance, wavering in the sweltering, dry heat. A desolate, two-lane highway carved a path through the desert to the town of Baker.
Ivan Braginsky - world renowned internationally licensed paranormal hunter - drove his Sahara Model Jeep down the stretch of road. It didn’t get the best gas mileage, but many of the homes and government-owned properties he visited all over the world were rather hard to get to. The six cylinder engine had the power to move his jeep over the most rugged roads, and if he got stuck, the super duty, high performance wench - welded not bolted - could pull him out of any sticky situation. The Jeep had an extended bed, and when he removed the back seat it allowed for more room to carry his equipment - a suitcase filled with phials of herbs and spices to be used in potion creating, wooden stakes and silver crosses for vampyres and were-animals, dozens of knives varying in size and shape, three swords - one coated in silver, the other having an iron core for the fae, and the last made by an old friend in Japan who specialized in forging samurai swords - semi-automatic shotgun with bird shot, buckshot, and slugs, two .50 caliber Desert Eagle handguns, and AK-47 assault rifle. An extra change of clothes, sanitizing chemicals - blood is hard to get out of anything, especially demon blood, as Ivan knew from experience - and towels.
Cattle Ranches and Farmland slowly gave way to homes and businesses condensing to form the town. The highway went directly through the center of Baker, turning into the main drag. Stopping at a gas station, Ivan topped off his tank and checked the map.
There’s the caves. Ivan ran a finger over the dot on the map. They said it had LED lighting, but I’ll bring my kerosene lantern just in case.
Finding the road that led up the mountainside to the caves, Ivan folded the map and shoved it into one of the pockets in his dark brown, calf-length cargo pants. Originally they had reached down to his ankles, but once they’d gotten tangled around his mid-calf military-grade combat boots and it nearly cost him his life. They were not stylish, but Ivan preferred function over fashion. Each pocket held tools and phials of chemicals to help in locating and withholding various paranormal entities, such as salt for protective circles, holy oil for demonic entities and other little things he’d gradually added as he gained more experience and knowledge. Two thick black belts hung from his waist, one holding shotgun shells, and the other holding magazines for his assault rifle and hand guns. A tight black shirt covered his torso, giving him freedom of movement when he had his military-grade grade armored vest strapped on. Iron coated arm sheathes holding his combat daggers were strapped to his upper arms, two holsters strapped to his chest near his armpits for his desert eagles, back holster for his assault rifle and shotgun.
Of course, right now all of his equipment was in the back of his jeep, but he kept the knife sheathes on regardless of what other people thought. He was very well known and had many enemies, all of which wanted him dead. He never knew when he’d need something to defend himself.
After he paid for his gas, he returned to the highway and just before leaving town, turned on a small road - Lehman Cave Road - and started up the mountain side.
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The visitor center parking lot was empty, save for two national park service trucks and a red commuting car.
At least they listened to me when I told them to close the visitor center and caves to the public. Ivan thought with annoyance. I can guarantee to get rid of anything they send me to kill, but I can’t guarantee the safety of civilians that get in the way.
He got out of his jeep, opened up the back and started putting on his armored vest and gun holsters. As he was adjusting the holster for his shotgun, a young man walked up to the Jeep wearing a park service uniform - dark forest green pants, tan button up shirt, hiking boots. He was young, maybe nineteen or twenty years old, sun-tanned skin, coal-black hair and eyes so vividly blue that if he weren’t wearing glasses, Ivan would’ve thought he was wearing color tinted contacts.
He looks familiar… Ivan narrowed his eyes at him. No. It can’t be.
“I’m assuming you’re the paranormal hunter we called in?”\
Ivan nodded and withdrew his wallet, pulling out his license. The man took it, judged it for a moment before brightening and giving it back.
“I’m Martin, I’m one of the tour guides for the caves.” Martin offered his hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Braginsky.”
Ivan nodded and didn’t offer his hand. Martin retracted his after a moment, awkward smile in place.
“I have a flight to London to catch tomorrow morning in Las Vegas. The local government wishes me to get rid of a fae that has…not been following the rules.” Ivan explained, with-holding the information about the multiple rapes, murders and kidnappings. “If you would explain to me what has been occurring?”
“Well… we mentioned the strange stuff that’s been happening over the phone. Weird smells, visitors being pushed and scratched - children seemed to be getting this treatment more than adults - our LED lights burning out - something that shouldn’t be happening, as they’re brand new - and other electronic devices breaking.”
“Yes.” Ivan closed the door to his jeep and turned to face Martin. “And I told you it was a human-based haunting. Something that could be handled by a local.”
“Yes, well…the reason why we insisted you come is because we think there might be something living down there.”
“Something?” Ivan raised an eyebrow. He withheld information. Why?
“The last tour we gave was three days ago.” Martin explained, growing uncomfortable. “A little boy disappeared from his mother…and after we spent four hours searching the entire cave system, we found him drained of blood and stuffed under a rock.”
“…Vampyre then.” Ivan frowned, reopened his jeep and pulled out the wooden stakes, silver crosses and phials of liquid garlic. Threading a silver chain through one cross, he looped it around his head and let it hang outside his shirt and vest. He placed the other tools in the pockets of his cargo pants.
“…How old do you think it is?” Martin asked, frowning in worry.
“If its living in the cave and feeding off of the visitors…I’m assuming its very old.” Ivan shut the door again and handed the kerosene lantern to Martin. “Many vampyres prefer to live in cities and enjoy the finer, materialistic things humans can offer…and like humans, they thrive off of the social interaction. One living in a cave, in the middle of the desert, feeding off of visitors…it is an old mind-set Vampyres have largely forgotten since they came out and revealed themselves to the public thirty years ago.”
“Oh…right.” Martin nodded, took the lantern and started towards the visitor center. “The entrance is right over here.”
Taking a side-walk path that led around the north side of the visitor center, they emerged at the back of the building near a tunnel entrance. A heavy steel door stood framed in the side of the mountain.
“It’ll take us a while to get to the spot-”
“That’s fine.” Ivan interrupted him. “Lead the way.”
Martin nodded, unlocked the door and together they entered the concrete tunnel that led to the cave entrance.
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The cave system was huge, dark, damp and beautiful. The rock walls glistened and glittered, water heavy with minerals condensing and seeping out of the walls from underground water. Stalactites and stalagmites hung from the ceiling and grew from the floor, some even merging together to form a pillar. Mineral deposits clung to the walls and hung down like draping curtains and sheets of water frozen in time.
“Not too far now.” Martin stated, voice quiet in the gloom of the cave. “It’s off in an area where visitors aren’t allowed to go.”
Ivan made a small noise of acknowledgement at the back of his throat and followed the young man. As they walked Ivan kept checking his cross to see if it was glowing a molten yellow. It remained silver, the chain cool against his neck.
“There, up ahead.” Martin motioned to a path that diverted off the main walkway. “The boy’s body was found in that alcove.”
“Keep going.”
Martin turned around, eyes wide in alarm. “But I can’t-”
“Either you keep going, or I leave.”
I turn my back on no one. Ivan frowned. Especially to humans.
“Alright-okay, I’m going.” Martin turned back around, took a deep breath and crossed over to the other path that split off. The lantern gave a soft yellow glow, illuminating the walls of the cave with its steady light. Ivan reached over and pulled his shotgun from its back holster and loaded the gun with buckshot. The blast from the buckshot should knock the vampyre backward, thought Ivan. Giving me just enough time to grab the wooden stake and drive it through it’s heart. Once the gun was loaded, Ivan looked down to check his cross again.
It was glowing.
“Stop.” Ivan grabbed Martin by the back of the shirt, halting his progress. “Don’t move. Don’t speak.”
Martin froze, back rigid.
Keeping the shotgun clenched firmly in his dominate right hand, Ivan reached into one of the pockets in his cargo pants with his left and withdrew a phial of liquid garlic. Taking three steps back, Ivan splashed the strong smelling garlic across the floor, walls and roof of the tunnel behind them, trapping the vampyre in the alcove. Turning back to face Martin, he doused the boy’s tan shirt with the stuff to prevent the vampyre from feeding off him.
Reaching into another pocket, he withdrew a flare, snapped the top and held it high. Blinding red light flooded the room. A screeching hiss erupted from the ceiling. Ivan dropped the flare and raised the gun to the vampyre. The wraith-like male figure - dressed in torn rags - jumped to the floor in a blur and lunged at Ivan. The cross hanging from his neck flared into blinding molten yellow light, the rays burning the vampyre’s skin and blinding his eyes. Ivan raised the gun and fired into its chest, sending the vampyre to the floor. Ivan tore a wooden stake from his belt and lunged for the vampyre’s chest. The vampyre rolled away, howling and cursing Ivan in a language he didn’t recognize. Ivan raised the shotgun, but the vampyre gripped the barrel, pushed it away and slammed his clenched fist across Ivan’s face.
Ivan fell to the floor, and reached for his desert eagles holstered on either side of his chest when Martin suddenly appeared beside the vampyre.
“Get away!” Ivan shouted.
The vampyre lunged for him and together they crashed to the floor, his fangs already in the boys neck.
Leaving the two desert eagles in their holsters - one shot from them would go through the vampyre, through the boy and into the rock floor - Ivan pulled his two daggers from their sheaths on his upper arms and went to sink them into the vampyres neck when it suddenly gasped and reared its head back, black-red liquid streaming over its lips and down its neck.
“No-…you…?” The vampire rasped, heaving and spitting blood onto the floor. “It burns…”
Martin slowly stood up, blue eyes blazing with energy. Inky black liquid fell from its head and dripped to the floor, leaving wheat-blond locks in place. Two black horns split through his skull just above either pointed ear, each one growing until they were as thick as a femur and as long as an ulna bone, both tapering off to a twisted, razor point. His body grew slightly larger, muscular tissue thickening and growing stronger, his body turning sculpted. A long, tapering tail grew from the small of its back, just over his rear, black snake-like scales covering the new appendage.
“Demon!” The vampyre gasped and crawled away in fear. “No-!”
The demon grabbed the vampyre by its neck in one hand, gripped its head in the other and ripped the two apart as if they were made of paper. Dropping the head to the floor, the demon picked up the wooden stake and drove it through the vampyre’s chest. Blood fell to the floor, streaming from the wound like a gushing water faucet until the body cracked, split and fell away into dust. After checking the vampyre’s head, and finding it also crumbling to dust, the demon turned back to face Ivan.
Ivan held both desert eagles aloft and aimed at the demons chest, eyes narrowed in a furious glare.
“Alfred.” Ivan growled. “I should’ve known.”
Alfred, half-human, half-demon…a combination rare and thought impossible before Ivan ran into him two years ago. The young half-demon was a master of disguise, able to turn himself completely human and hide away all traces of his demonic roots, making it impossible for any tried and true demon hunting tricks to reveal his true nature. Being half human, he held many emotions humans had. This was a double edged blade, as he was infinitely more reasonable than a normal full-blooded demon…but if something angered him, he became extremely dangerous - very much like a normal human could be, except with demonic power and strength that could punch holes through solid steel doors.
The two had met many times before in the most unlikely of places...and almost always, Ivan was dragged into something that went horribly wrong. It didn’t help that despite all the training, talents and tools Ivan had as his disposal, Ivan had never defeated - no - killed him. Every single time the two fought, it always ended in a stalemate.
“I’m disappointed in you.” Alfred frowned, lips curling down into a mocking pout. “The great Ivan Braginsky didn’t see through my disguise.”
“You were telling the truth over the phone.” Ivan declared. “You set this up so you could tell the truth and fool my secretary.”
“I knew she was fae. Only you would be paranoid enough to have a fae as a secretary, so she can tell if someone is speaking the truth or not.” Alfred paced before Ivan. “And I knew there was a vampyre living here.”
“You planted him here.”
Alfred had the nerve to look offended. “I did not!”
“Why should I believe you?”
Alfred glared at him, annoyance finally taking hold. “I knew if there was a child being hurt, you’d come running.”
Ivan aimed the desert eagle in his right hand at Alfred’s forehead and pulled the trigger. Sound erupted from the gun barrel like an old car backfiring in a concrete tunnel. Blood sprayed across the back wall. Alfred staggered backwards, eyes going cross eyed for a second before refocusing and snapping back to Ivan. Black-crimson liquid streamed down Alfred’s face, curving over his nose and lips before dropping off his chin.
“Great.” Alfred touched the back of his head and pulled away tuffs of bloody hair. A long, heavy sigh escaped his lips. “Look what you did. I’m being nice and you just shoot me in the head.”
“That boy is dead because of you.” Ivan growled, his Russian accent growing thick from his heightened emotions. “Drained and stuffed under a rock. His entire life is gone.”
“You suck the fun out of everything.” Alfred rolled his eyes. “The vampyre is dead. The boy’s death is avenged. Doesn’t that make you happy?”
“No.”
Ivan pulled the trigger on his left desert eagle, shooting the half-demon through the left shoulder. Alfred’s body shuddered, the bullet driving through his shoulder, bits of tissue, bone and blood spraying back against the opposite wall. Alfred stared at the new wound on his shoulder before turning to glare at Ivan.
“Do you know how hard it was to get these fucking clothes? I actually joined the park service as a ranger, and I’ll have you know that all of these body fluids are ruining the natural chemistry of the cave walls and formations in here.” Alfred planted his hands on his hips and frowned at him, the gaping bullet hole in his forehead and the wound on his shoulder slowly healing and knitting the skin, bone and deep tissues back together. “Not to mention how long it takes for my hair to grow back. It’s always such a pain in the ass trying to explain the bald patches when I go to my hair dresser in New Orleans.”
Ivan raised the other desert eagle, aimed and fired at his chest. Alfred dodged the bullet with inhuman speed, ripped the two guns from his grasp and flung them away. Ivan tore the silver knife from its sheath, but Alfred grabbed Ivan by the hair and slammed him to the ground. Wrapping his thick, pointed tail around Ivan’s neck, Alfred ripped the sheaths, holsters and other weapons away from his body in seconds. Ivan bucked and twisted, gripped Alfred’s arm, and jerked it backwards at such a deep angle the joint separated with an audible pop.
The pain of the dislocation did nothing. Alfred merely popped the joint back into place, reached into his pocket and withdrew a pair of handcuffs. Reaching for the strong dagger, he lodged it into the soft rocky floor, and after some violent struggling, lodged it in place with the knife so that Ivan’s arms were stretched over his head. Alfred kneeled to the right and leaned forward.
“Demon hunter…?” Alfred smirked at him, a dry chuckle escaping. “I am only half-demon and still you can’t beat me.” Alfred ran his fingers through Ivan’s thick, platinum blonde hair. “Yet…you’re still trying to kill that demon?”
He’s never done this before. Ivan jerked at the cuffs, but they held fast. What is he planning?
Alfred wiggled his shoulder as it completely healing, sighing in relief. He shifted his gaze to Ivan, lips curling into a smile full of razor sharp teeth.
“Finally.” Pulling away, Alfred reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt with uncharacteristic delicacy. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this moment.”
Alarm bells started ringing in Ivan’s mind. What is he doing?
Popping the last button away, Alfred let the shirt drop to the floor, revealing a chiseled chest and washboard abs. The sun kissed color touched every inch of skin. Ivan couldn’t help but the warmth of attraction tug at his groin. The half-demon was very attractive and if he had been human - and didn’t want to shoot him in the head on sight - he might have entertained the fantasy. But half of Alfred was demon, something Ivan abhorred.
Alfred popped the button and pulled the zipper down on his forest green pants. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he slowly pushed them down, revealing his squeezable ass and half-hard length. Kicking the pants away, Alfred leaned forward and flicked his tongue at Ivan’s lips.
Ivan kept his lips pressed together and glared at the half-demon, violet eyes burning into the glowing azure pools. Alfred’s fingers danced over his armor vest, running over his shoulders and down his arms. The translucent nails turned razor sharp claws grazed harmlessly over his skin, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. The same fingers reappeared at Ivan’s neck, tugging away the black scarf wrapped around his neck.
Panic shot through Ivan at the feeling of his scarf leaving his neck. He opened his mouth, but immediately shut it, his teeth clicking against each other, lips pressing back together.
“Oh.” Alfred stared at Ivan’s neck, taking in the physical abuse. White lines - thick and narrow, jagged and clean - all stretched over his neck, over lapping each other in layers. “Who did this?”
Ivan blinked, the glare melting into surprise at the possessive edge in the half-demon’s voice.
“Doesn’t matter.” Ivan managed, voice eerily calm. “Because I will kill him.”
“…him?”
“Da.”
Seeming satisfied with this, Alfred ran the pads of his fingers across his neck, starting at the collar bone and slowly moving over his adams apple, continuing across until his fingers rested at the nape of his neck. Ivan clenched his teeth together and looked away. No one touched his neck. It was an unspoken rule, something that just was with no reason given. The scarf his sister made him was always wrapped around his neck, hiding the signs of abuse from everyone…but now, with the scarf pulled away, the gentle touches on his super-sensitive skin left him flustered and breathless. Heat filled his face and spread through his body, and suddenly he found himself suffocating in the tight clothes and heavy armor vest.
“You skin is so much softer than I expected.” Alfred gently ran his claws over the side of his neck, the razor sharp tips barely grazing across the skin. “And so pale. Like marble.”
Alfred leaned in and flicked a hot tongue over one jagged scar that ran up the side of his neck, ending just under his earlobe.
Ivan gasped suddenly, but clenched his teeth back together and tried willing the heat away from his cheeks without success. A pink hue filled his face and slowly spread down his neck.
“You taste like garlic.” Alfred muttered into Ivan’s neck, pressing feather-light kisses on each puckered scar. “Good thing I’m a fan.”
Alfred lifted his left leg and slung it over Ivan’s groin, straddling him. Ivan clenched his fingers into fists and went to hold his breath only to release it in another gasp as Alfred pressed a sharp, curved canine to his skin, running the warm, glistening tooth up his neck. Alfred flicked his tongue across the pink line of skin left in the wake of his tooth and pressed open-mouthed kisses to the vein in Ivan’s neck, moving up and up until his earlobe grazed across Alfred’s nose and past his lips, sucked into his mouth.
“Ahh-” Ivan gasped, hips shifting in retaliation. “Release me and I’ll let you fuck me.”
“Haha…” Alfred gasped, voice breathless. “Don’t think so.”
Pulling back, Alfred snapped his groin backward and then forward, grinding himself hard against Ivan.
“Nggh...” Ivan groaned, toes curling with electric heat.
Alfred pressed his hands flat against the armor covering Ivan’s chest, unbuckled and extracted Ivan from the device before flinging it away. Humming with anticipation, Alfred ran the backs of his claws up Ivan’s chest so that it left ten tingling trails of gooseflesh instead of tearing through the shirt and skin like warm butter. Shifting backwards, Alfred plucked the buttons free from Ivan’s cargo pants and withdrew his length, eyes widening slightly at his length and girth.
“Already so hard?” Alfred purred, azure pools half-lidded with lust. “Does it excite you, doing this with your enemy?”
Ivan clenched his teeth together and looked away, face burning.
Alfred smirked - looking pleased with himself - and leaned in close to Ivan’s face.
“Lucky for you, I already prepared myself.” Alfred whispered, hot breath ghosting across Ivan’s face. “But I wasn’t expecting you to be so…well endowed. So please...be gentle with me?”
The first hints of insecurity pushed through the confidence in Alfred’s voice. Ivan found himself drawn to the half-demon, surprise striking him to the core.
It almost sounds like…no. Impossible.
The two stared at each other for a long moment before Alfred broke contact, lifted himself up, gripped Ivan’s length and sat down upon him, driving him to the hilt until the two were seated flush against each other. Alfred’s mouth dropped open, a red flush filling his cheeks. Ivan growled a gasp, hands clenched into fists and still locked in the handcuffs lodged in the wall above Ivan’s head.
“Oh.” Alfred gasped when Ivan shifted, hips moving against Alfred’s pelvis. “Fuck, you're big.”
Ivan gazed up at the half-demon, taking in the boyish beauty and deadly strength contained within his body as it rolled and moved against him, driving his length deep inside the dark heat that moved and squeezed him in an almost painful grip. Hips rolled, gasps and moans, the wet skin on skin sound of the two joined together in a dance both ancient and new, the eye rolling, toe curling ripples of pleasure flowing through them.
He really is beautiful. Ivan thought, taking in the moaning, writhing half-demon driving himself against Ivan’s groin, taking him deeply and without care. If only he were human…
Alfred reached down to grip his own straining length, hard and throbbing, aching to be touched. Curling his fingers around himself, Alfred gasped audibly as he came with a deep throated moan, spilling himself in his hand. Gasping, Alfred rested himself for a moment before raising his head to peer at Ivan with a frown.
“You never came.” Alfred raised himself until Ivan’s still hard length fell away. “I’ll-”
“You got what you wanted.”
Alfred froze, fingers a hairs breadth away from him.
Ivan turned an accusing glare at Alfred. “Didn’t you?”
The half-demon raised his narrowed vibrant blue gaze to Ivan, his eyes unfriendly.
“Yeah… I did.”
Alfred stood, cleaned himself and redressed. Shoving the discarded weapons, sheaths, tools and clothes to the opposite side of the alcove, Alfred gripped Ivan’s wrists and snapped the chain linking the cuffs together apart. Ivan’s hands fell to his lap, but he made no move for his equipment. Alfred stood before him, eyes narrowed and glowing with barely contained fury.
“Until next time, Braginsky.”
Ivan watched him leave, eyes following Alfred until he disappeared from view.
There won’t be a next time, Jones.
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(Epilogue)
Lower Garden District - New Orleans
Alfred entered the studio apartment with a frown. Slamming the door behind him, he entered the tiny kitchen and opened the freezer. Finding a half-eaten carton of rocky road ice cream, Alfred snatched it, shut the freezer door and went looking for a spoon.
“Well?” called Matthew, his twin brother. “How’d it go?”
Alfred jerked open a drawer and rifled through the silverware in search of a spoon. Matthew adjusted himself and looked down at the woman sucking him off. Patting her on the head, he shoved a twenty dollar bill into her chest and shoved her away. The woman glared at him.
“What- that’s all you wanted?” The woman pocketed the money in her shirt. “But you said-”
Matthew turned a narrowed, blue-grey glare at her.
“Get out.”
The woman skittered away and left the apartment in a rush. Matthew stuffed himself back in his pants and picked up a discarded book - The Vampire Lestat - he’d been reading.
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” Matthew asked, eyes glued to the novel he held in hand.
Alfred slammed the drawer shut, spoon in hand. “Everything went just fine.”
Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Really.”
Alfred plopped onto the couch, turned the sci-fi channel on to a star trek marathon and dug his spoon into the carton of ice cream. Matthew finally set his book down to stare at him.
“Alfred.”
“We fucked.” Alfred admitted through a mouthful of ice cream.
“…And?”
“And…and…” Alfred clenched his fingers around the spoon, crushing it in his grasp. “And that’s it.”
Matthew stared at him. Alfred swallowed the ice cream and clutched the carton to his chest, eyes turning glassy.
“And…” Tears filled his eyes. “I feel like shit!”
“What more did you expect?” Matthew reasoned with a roll of his eyes. “Ivan’s hated you since you first beat him at that shoot out you two had in Madrid.”
“Shut up.” Alfred sniffed and blinked the tears from his eyes. “It was supposed to be wonderful. Just like in the movies.”
“You are so naïve.” Matthew sighed.
“I am not!”
“Says the man crying into a carton of ice cream.”
Alfred’s bottom lip quivered as more tears streamed down his face. Sniffing noisily, he gasped and heaved a sob, eyes squeezing shut.
“Alfred I’m sorry.” Matthew scooted across the couch and enveloped his brother into a hug. “I know how much time and effort you put into that.”
“I…I just…didn’t expect it to hurt so much.” Alfred hiccupped and dropped the ice cream and spoon to the coffee table. “I knew it would be like that- just sex. But...”
“I know. It doesn’t help that it was…you know…”
Alfred wrapped himself around his twin, and together they sat on the couch, take comfort in each other’s presence.
“I won’t give up.”
Alfred admitted after a moment of silence.
“He’ll have to say yes eventually.”
(end)
…Oh Alfred, if only you knew how stubborn Ivan is D:
I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you expected, gutennachte! I meant to make it pwp but…well… things didn’t work out as planned. I hope you enjoyed regardless?
Words: 4,998
Characters/Pairing: Paranormal-Hunter!Russia/Half-demon!America, Half-demon!Canada
Rating/Warning: R18; Sex/Violence/Human names used, Dub-con…uhhh I think thats it.
Note: This was just supposed to be pwp angry sex…but somewhere along the way a plot emerged, and then a full fledged story idea that I had to cut away. (I also posted this @ tumblr) I was inspired by the demon au fics I’ve been reading on tumblr and the Laurell K Hamiliton novels I’ve started reading. Written for gutennachte as an early birthday present.
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Great Basin Desert
Mountains of Granite - snow capped and reaching to the heavens - framed the desert valley. Sagebrush filled the lower valley, leaving the mountain slopes to the forests of Pinion, Juniper and Pine. A small town appeared in the distance, wavering in the sweltering, dry heat. A desolate, two-lane highway carved a path through the desert to the town of Baker.
Ivan Braginsky - world renowned internationally licensed paranormal hunter - drove his Sahara Model Jeep down the stretch of road. It didn’t get the best gas mileage, but many of the homes and government-owned properties he visited all over the world were rather hard to get to. The six cylinder engine had the power to move his jeep over the most rugged roads, and if he got stuck, the super duty, high performance wench - welded not bolted - could pull him out of any sticky situation. The Jeep had an extended bed, and when he removed the back seat it allowed for more room to carry his equipment - a suitcase filled with phials of herbs and spices to be used in potion creating, wooden stakes and silver crosses for vampyres and were-animals, dozens of knives varying in size and shape, three swords - one coated in silver, the other having an iron core for the fae, and the last made by an old friend in Japan who specialized in forging samurai swords - semi-automatic shotgun with bird shot, buckshot, and slugs, two .50 caliber Desert Eagle handguns, and AK-47 assault rifle. An extra change of clothes, sanitizing chemicals - blood is hard to get out of anything, especially demon blood, as Ivan knew from experience - and towels.
Cattle Ranches and Farmland slowly gave way to homes and businesses condensing to form the town. The highway went directly through the center of Baker, turning into the main drag. Stopping at a gas station, Ivan topped off his tank and checked the map.
There’s the caves. Ivan ran a finger over the dot on the map. They said it had LED lighting, but I’ll bring my kerosene lantern just in case.
Finding the road that led up the mountainside to the caves, Ivan folded the map and shoved it into one of the pockets in his dark brown, calf-length cargo pants. Originally they had reached down to his ankles, but once they’d gotten tangled around his mid-calf military-grade combat boots and it nearly cost him his life. They were not stylish, but Ivan preferred function over fashion. Each pocket held tools and phials of chemicals to help in locating and withholding various paranormal entities, such as salt for protective circles, holy oil for demonic entities and other little things he’d gradually added as he gained more experience and knowledge. Two thick black belts hung from his waist, one holding shotgun shells, and the other holding magazines for his assault rifle and hand guns. A tight black shirt covered his torso, giving him freedom of movement when he had his military-grade grade armored vest strapped on. Iron coated arm sheathes holding his combat daggers were strapped to his upper arms, two holsters strapped to his chest near his armpits for his desert eagles, back holster for his assault rifle and shotgun.
Of course, right now all of his equipment was in the back of his jeep, but he kept the knife sheathes on regardless of what other people thought. He was very well known and had many enemies, all of which wanted him dead. He never knew when he’d need something to defend himself.
After he paid for his gas, he returned to the highway and just before leaving town, turned on a small road - Lehman Cave Road - and started up the mountain side.
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The visitor center parking lot was empty, save for two national park service trucks and a red commuting car.
At least they listened to me when I told them to close the visitor center and caves to the public. Ivan thought with annoyance. I can guarantee to get rid of anything they send me to kill, but I can’t guarantee the safety of civilians that get in the way.
He got out of his jeep, opened up the back and started putting on his armored vest and gun holsters. As he was adjusting the holster for his shotgun, a young man walked up to the Jeep wearing a park service uniform - dark forest green pants, tan button up shirt, hiking boots. He was young, maybe nineteen or twenty years old, sun-tanned skin, coal-black hair and eyes so vividly blue that if he weren’t wearing glasses, Ivan would’ve thought he was wearing color tinted contacts.
He looks familiar… Ivan narrowed his eyes at him. No. It can’t be.
“I’m assuming you’re the paranormal hunter we called in?”\
Ivan nodded and withdrew his wallet, pulling out his license. The man took it, judged it for a moment before brightening and giving it back.
“I’m Martin, I’m one of the tour guides for the caves.” Martin offered his hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Braginsky.”
Ivan nodded and didn’t offer his hand. Martin retracted his after a moment, awkward smile in place.
“I have a flight to London to catch tomorrow morning in Las Vegas. The local government wishes me to get rid of a fae that has…not been following the rules.” Ivan explained, with-holding the information about the multiple rapes, murders and kidnappings. “If you would explain to me what has been occurring?”
“Well… we mentioned the strange stuff that’s been happening over the phone. Weird smells, visitors being pushed and scratched - children seemed to be getting this treatment more than adults - our LED lights burning out - something that shouldn’t be happening, as they’re brand new - and other electronic devices breaking.”
“Yes.” Ivan closed the door to his jeep and turned to face Martin. “And I told you it was a human-based haunting. Something that could be handled by a local.”
“Yes, well…the reason why we insisted you come is because we think there might be something living down there.”
“Something?” Ivan raised an eyebrow. He withheld information. Why?
“The last tour we gave was three days ago.” Martin explained, growing uncomfortable. “A little boy disappeared from his mother…and after we spent four hours searching the entire cave system, we found him drained of blood and stuffed under a rock.”
“…Vampyre then.” Ivan frowned, reopened his jeep and pulled out the wooden stakes, silver crosses and phials of liquid garlic. Threading a silver chain through one cross, he looped it around his head and let it hang outside his shirt and vest. He placed the other tools in the pockets of his cargo pants.
“…How old do you think it is?” Martin asked, frowning in worry.
“If its living in the cave and feeding off of the visitors…I’m assuming its very old.” Ivan shut the door again and handed the kerosene lantern to Martin. “Many vampyres prefer to live in cities and enjoy the finer, materialistic things humans can offer…and like humans, they thrive off of the social interaction. One living in a cave, in the middle of the desert, feeding off of visitors…it is an old mind-set Vampyres have largely forgotten since they came out and revealed themselves to the public thirty years ago.”
“Oh…right.” Martin nodded, took the lantern and started towards the visitor center. “The entrance is right over here.”
Taking a side-walk path that led around the north side of the visitor center, they emerged at the back of the building near a tunnel entrance. A heavy steel door stood framed in the side of the mountain.
“It’ll take us a while to get to the spot-”
“That’s fine.” Ivan interrupted him. “Lead the way.”
Martin nodded, unlocked the door and together they entered the concrete tunnel that led to the cave entrance.
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The cave system was huge, dark, damp and beautiful. The rock walls glistened and glittered, water heavy with minerals condensing and seeping out of the walls from underground water. Stalactites and stalagmites hung from the ceiling and grew from the floor, some even merging together to form a pillar. Mineral deposits clung to the walls and hung down like draping curtains and sheets of water frozen in time.
“Not too far now.” Martin stated, voice quiet in the gloom of the cave. “It’s off in an area where visitors aren’t allowed to go.”
Ivan made a small noise of acknowledgement at the back of his throat and followed the young man. As they walked Ivan kept checking his cross to see if it was glowing a molten yellow. It remained silver, the chain cool against his neck.
“There, up ahead.” Martin motioned to a path that diverted off the main walkway. “The boy’s body was found in that alcove.”
“Keep going.”
Martin turned around, eyes wide in alarm. “But I can’t-”
“Either you keep going, or I leave.”
I turn my back on no one. Ivan frowned. Especially to humans.
“Alright-okay, I’m going.” Martin turned back around, took a deep breath and crossed over to the other path that split off. The lantern gave a soft yellow glow, illuminating the walls of the cave with its steady light. Ivan reached over and pulled his shotgun from its back holster and loaded the gun with buckshot. The blast from the buckshot should knock the vampyre backward, thought Ivan. Giving me just enough time to grab the wooden stake and drive it through it’s heart. Once the gun was loaded, Ivan looked down to check his cross again.
It was glowing.
“Stop.” Ivan grabbed Martin by the back of the shirt, halting his progress. “Don’t move. Don’t speak.”
Martin froze, back rigid.
Keeping the shotgun clenched firmly in his dominate right hand, Ivan reached into one of the pockets in his cargo pants with his left and withdrew a phial of liquid garlic. Taking three steps back, Ivan splashed the strong smelling garlic across the floor, walls and roof of the tunnel behind them, trapping the vampyre in the alcove. Turning back to face Martin, he doused the boy’s tan shirt with the stuff to prevent the vampyre from feeding off him.
Reaching into another pocket, he withdrew a flare, snapped the top and held it high. Blinding red light flooded the room. A screeching hiss erupted from the ceiling. Ivan dropped the flare and raised the gun to the vampyre. The wraith-like male figure - dressed in torn rags - jumped to the floor in a blur and lunged at Ivan. The cross hanging from his neck flared into blinding molten yellow light, the rays burning the vampyre’s skin and blinding his eyes. Ivan raised the gun and fired into its chest, sending the vampyre to the floor. Ivan tore a wooden stake from his belt and lunged for the vampyre’s chest. The vampyre rolled away, howling and cursing Ivan in a language he didn’t recognize. Ivan raised the shotgun, but the vampyre gripped the barrel, pushed it away and slammed his clenched fist across Ivan’s face.
Ivan fell to the floor, and reached for his desert eagles holstered on either side of his chest when Martin suddenly appeared beside the vampyre.
“Get away!” Ivan shouted.
The vampyre lunged for him and together they crashed to the floor, his fangs already in the boys neck.
Leaving the two desert eagles in their holsters - one shot from them would go through the vampyre, through the boy and into the rock floor - Ivan pulled his two daggers from their sheaths on his upper arms and went to sink them into the vampyres neck when it suddenly gasped and reared its head back, black-red liquid streaming over its lips and down its neck.
“No-…you…?” The vampire rasped, heaving and spitting blood onto the floor. “It burns…”
Martin slowly stood up, blue eyes blazing with energy. Inky black liquid fell from its head and dripped to the floor, leaving wheat-blond locks in place. Two black horns split through his skull just above either pointed ear, each one growing until they were as thick as a femur and as long as an ulna bone, both tapering off to a twisted, razor point. His body grew slightly larger, muscular tissue thickening and growing stronger, his body turning sculpted. A long, tapering tail grew from the small of its back, just over his rear, black snake-like scales covering the new appendage.
“Demon!” The vampyre gasped and crawled away in fear. “No-!”
The demon grabbed the vampyre by its neck in one hand, gripped its head in the other and ripped the two apart as if they were made of paper. Dropping the head to the floor, the demon picked up the wooden stake and drove it through the vampyre’s chest. Blood fell to the floor, streaming from the wound like a gushing water faucet until the body cracked, split and fell away into dust. After checking the vampyre’s head, and finding it also crumbling to dust, the demon turned back to face Ivan.
Ivan held both desert eagles aloft and aimed at the demons chest, eyes narrowed in a furious glare.
“Alfred.” Ivan growled. “I should’ve known.”
Alfred, half-human, half-demon…a combination rare and thought impossible before Ivan ran into him two years ago. The young half-demon was a master of disguise, able to turn himself completely human and hide away all traces of his demonic roots, making it impossible for any tried and true demon hunting tricks to reveal his true nature. Being half human, he held many emotions humans had. This was a double edged blade, as he was infinitely more reasonable than a normal full-blooded demon…but if something angered him, he became extremely dangerous - very much like a normal human could be, except with demonic power and strength that could punch holes through solid steel doors.
The two had met many times before in the most unlikely of places...and almost always, Ivan was dragged into something that went horribly wrong. It didn’t help that despite all the training, talents and tools Ivan had as his disposal, Ivan had never defeated - no - killed him. Every single time the two fought, it always ended in a stalemate.
“I’m disappointed in you.” Alfred frowned, lips curling down into a mocking pout. “The great Ivan Braginsky didn’t see through my disguise.”
“You were telling the truth over the phone.” Ivan declared. “You set this up so you could tell the truth and fool my secretary.”
“I knew she was fae. Only you would be paranoid enough to have a fae as a secretary, so she can tell if someone is speaking the truth or not.” Alfred paced before Ivan. “And I knew there was a vampyre living here.”
“You planted him here.”
Alfred had the nerve to look offended. “I did not!”
“Why should I believe you?”
Alfred glared at him, annoyance finally taking hold. “I knew if there was a child being hurt, you’d come running.”
Ivan aimed the desert eagle in his right hand at Alfred’s forehead and pulled the trigger. Sound erupted from the gun barrel like an old car backfiring in a concrete tunnel. Blood sprayed across the back wall. Alfred staggered backwards, eyes going cross eyed for a second before refocusing and snapping back to Ivan. Black-crimson liquid streamed down Alfred’s face, curving over his nose and lips before dropping off his chin.
“Great.” Alfred touched the back of his head and pulled away tuffs of bloody hair. A long, heavy sigh escaped his lips. “Look what you did. I’m being nice and you just shoot me in the head.”
“That boy is dead because of you.” Ivan growled, his Russian accent growing thick from his heightened emotions. “Drained and stuffed under a rock. His entire life is gone.”
“You suck the fun out of everything.” Alfred rolled his eyes. “The vampyre is dead. The boy’s death is avenged. Doesn’t that make you happy?”
“No.”
Ivan pulled the trigger on his left desert eagle, shooting the half-demon through the left shoulder. Alfred’s body shuddered, the bullet driving through his shoulder, bits of tissue, bone and blood spraying back against the opposite wall. Alfred stared at the new wound on his shoulder before turning to glare at Ivan.
“Do you know how hard it was to get these fucking clothes? I actually joined the park service as a ranger, and I’ll have you know that all of these body fluids are ruining the natural chemistry of the cave walls and formations in here.” Alfred planted his hands on his hips and frowned at him, the gaping bullet hole in his forehead and the wound on his shoulder slowly healing and knitting the skin, bone and deep tissues back together. “Not to mention how long it takes for my hair to grow back. It’s always such a pain in the ass trying to explain the bald patches when I go to my hair dresser in New Orleans.”
Ivan raised the other desert eagle, aimed and fired at his chest. Alfred dodged the bullet with inhuman speed, ripped the two guns from his grasp and flung them away. Ivan tore the silver knife from its sheath, but Alfred grabbed Ivan by the hair and slammed him to the ground. Wrapping his thick, pointed tail around Ivan’s neck, Alfred ripped the sheaths, holsters and other weapons away from his body in seconds. Ivan bucked and twisted, gripped Alfred’s arm, and jerked it backwards at such a deep angle the joint separated with an audible pop.
The pain of the dislocation did nothing. Alfred merely popped the joint back into place, reached into his pocket and withdrew a pair of handcuffs. Reaching for the strong dagger, he lodged it into the soft rocky floor, and after some violent struggling, lodged it in place with the knife so that Ivan’s arms were stretched over his head. Alfred kneeled to the right and leaned forward.
“Demon hunter…?” Alfred smirked at him, a dry chuckle escaping. “I am only half-demon and still you can’t beat me.” Alfred ran his fingers through Ivan’s thick, platinum blonde hair. “Yet…you’re still trying to kill that demon?”
He’s never done this before. Ivan jerked at the cuffs, but they held fast. What is he planning?
Alfred wiggled his shoulder as it completely healing, sighing in relief. He shifted his gaze to Ivan, lips curling into a smile full of razor sharp teeth.
“Finally.” Pulling away, Alfred reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt with uncharacteristic delicacy. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this moment.”
Alarm bells started ringing in Ivan’s mind. What is he doing?
Popping the last button away, Alfred let the shirt drop to the floor, revealing a chiseled chest and washboard abs. The sun kissed color touched every inch of skin. Ivan couldn’t help but the warmth of attraction tug at his groin. The half-demon was very attractive and if he had been human - and didn’t want to shoot him in the head on sight - he might have entertained the fantasy. But half of Alfred was demon, something Ivan abhorred.
Alfred popped the button and pulled the zipper down on his forest green pants. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he slowly pushed them down, revealing his squeezable ass and half-hard length. Kicking the pants away, Alfred leaned forward and flicked his tongue at Ivan’s lips.
Ivan kept his lips pressed together and glared at the half-demon, violet eyes burning into the glowing azure pools. Alfred’s fingers danced over his armor vest, running over his shoulders and down his arms. The translucent nails turned razor sharp claws grazed harmlessly over his skin, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. The same fingers reappeared at Ivan’s neck, tugging away the black scarf wrapped around his neck.
Panic shot through Ivan at the feeling of his scarf leaving his neck. He opened his mouth, but immediately shut it, his teeth clicking against each other, lips pressing back together.
“Oh.” Alfred stared at Ivan’s neck, taking in the physical abuse. White lines - thick and narrow, jagged and clean - all stretched over his neck, over lapping each other in layers. “Who did this?”
Ivan blinked, the glare melting into surprise at the possessive edge in the half-demon’s voice.
“Doesn’t matter.” Ivan managed, voice eerily calm. “Because I will kill him.”
“…him?”
“Da.”
Seeming satisfied with this, Alfred ran the pads of his fingers across his neck, starting at the collar bone and slowly moving over his adams apple, continuing across until his fingers rested at the nape of his neck. Ivan clenched his teeth together and looked away. No one touched his neck. It was an unspoken rule, something that just was with no reason given. The scarf his sister made him was always wrapped around his neck, hiding the signs of abuse from everyone…but now, with the scarf pulled away, the gentle touches on his super-sensitive skin left him flustered and breathless. Heat filled his face and spread through his body, and suddenly he found himself suffocating in the tight clothes and heavy armor vest.
“You skin is so much softer than I expected.” Alfred gently ran his claws over the side of his neck, the razor sharp tips barely grazing across the skin. “And so pale. Like marble.”
Alfred leaned in and flicked a hot tongue over one jagged scar that ran up the side of his neck, ending just under his earlobe.
Ivan gasped suddenly, but clenched his teeth back together and tried willing the heat away from his cheeks without success. A pink hue filled his face and slowly spread down his neck.
“You taste like garlic.” Alfred muttered into Ivan’s neck, pressing feather-light kisses on each puckered scar. “Good thing I’m a fan.”
Alfred lifted his left leg and slung it over Ivan’s groin, straddling him. Ivan clenched his fingers into fists and went to hold his breath only to release it in another gasp as Alfred pressed a sharp, curved canine to his skin, running the warm, glistening tooth up his neck. Alfred flicked his tongue across the pink line of skin left in the wake of his tooth and pressed open-mouthed kisses to the vein in Ivan’s neck, moving up and up until his earlobe grazed across Alfred’s nose and past his lips, sucked into his mouth.
“Ahh-” Ivan gasped, hips shifting in retaliation. “Release me and I’ll let you fuck me.”
“Haha…” Alfred gasped, voice breathless. “Don’t think so.”
Pulling back, Alfred snapped his groin backward and then forward, grinding himself hard against Ivan.
“Nggh...” Ivan groaned, toes curling with electric heat.
Alfred pressed his hands flat against the armor covering Ivan’s chest, unbuckled and extracted Ivan from the device before flinging it away. Humming with anticipation, Alfred ran the backs of his claws up Ivan’s chest so that it left ten tingling trails of gooseflesh instead of tearing through the shirt and skin like warm butter. Shifting backwards, Alfred plucked the buttons free from Ivan’s cargo pants and withdrew his length, eyes widening slightly at his length and girth.
“Already so hard?” Alfred purred, azure pools half-lidded with lust. “Does it excite you, doing this with your enemy?”
Ivan clenched his teeth together and looked away, face burning.
Alfred smirked - looking pleased with himself - and leaned in close to Ivan’s face.
“Lucky for you, I already prepared myself.” Alfred whispered, hot breath ghosting across Ivan’s face. “But I wasn’t expecting you to be so…well endowed. So please...be gentle with me?”
The first hints of insecurity pushed through the confidence in Alfred’s voice. Ivan found himself drawn to the half-demon, surprise striking him to the core.
It almost sounds like…no. Impossible.
The two stared at each other for a long moment before Alfred broke contact, lifted himself up, gripped Ivan’s length and sat down upon him, driving him to the hilt until the two were seated flush against each other. Alfred’s mouth dropped open, a red flush filling his cheeks. Ivan growled a gasp, hands clenched into fists and still locked in the handcuffs lodged in the wall above Ivan’s head.
“Oh.” Alfred gasped when Ivan shifted, hips moving against Alfred’s pelvis. “Fuck, you're big.”
Ivan gazed up at the half-demon, taking in the boyish beauty and deadly strength contained within his body as it rolled and moved against him, driving his length deep inside the dark heat that moved and squeezed him in an almost painful grip. Hips rolled, gasps and moans, the wet skin on skin sound of the two joined together in a dance both ancient and new, the eye rolling, toe curling ripples of pleasure flowing through them.
He really is beautiful. Ivan thought, taking in the moaning, writhing half-demon driving himself against Ivan’s groin, taking him deeply and without care. If only he were human…
Alfred reached down to grip his own straining length, hard and throbbing, aching to be touched. Curling his fingers around himself, Alfred gasped audibly as he came with a deep throated moan, spilling himself in his hand. Gasping, Alfred rested himself for a moment before raising his head to peer at Ivan with a frown.
“You never came.” Alfred raised himself until Ivan’s still hard length fell away. “I’ll-”
“You got what you wanted.”
Alfred froze, fingers a hairs breadth away from him.
Ivan turned an accusing glare at Alfred. “Didn’t you?”
The half-demon raised his narrowed vibrant blue gaze to Ivan, his eyes unfriendly.
“Yeah… I did.”
Alfred stood, cleaned himself and redressed. Shoving the discarded weapons, sheaths, tools and clothes to the opposite side of the alcove, Alfred gripped Ivan’s wrists and snapped the chain linking the cuffs together apart. Ivan’s hands fell to his lap, but he made no move for his equipment. Alfred stood before him, eyes narrowed and glowing with barely contained fury.
“Until next time, Braginsky.”
Ivan watched him leave, eyes following Alfred until he disappeared from view.
There won’t be a next time, Jones.
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(Epilogue)
Lower Garden District - New Orleans
Alfred entered the studio apartment with a frown. Slamming the door behind him, he entered the tiny kitchen and opened the freezer. Finding a half-eaten carton of rocky road ice cream, Alfred snatched it, shut the freezer door and went looking for a spoon.
“Well?” called Matthew, his twin brother. “How’d it go?”
Alfred jerked open a drawer and rifled through the silverware in search of a spoon. Matthew adjusted himself and looked down at the woman sucking him off. Patting her on the head, he shoved a twenty dollar bill into her chest and shoved her away. The woman glared at him.
“What- that’s all you wanted?” The woman pocketed the money in her shirt. “But you said-”
Matthew turned a narrowed, blue-grey glare at her.
“Get out.”
The woman skittered away and left the apartment in a rush. Matthew stuffed himself back in his pants and picked up a discarded book - The Vampire Lestat - he’d been reading.
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” Matthew asked, eyes glued to the novel he held in hand.
Alfred slammed the drawer shut, spoon in hand. “Everything went just fine.”
Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Really.”
Alfred plopped onto the couch, turned the sci-fi channel on to a star trek marathon and dug his spoon into the carton of ice cream. Matthew finally set his book down to stare at him.
“Alfred.”
“We fucked.” Alfred admitted through a mouthful of ice cream.
“…And?”
“And…and…” Alfred clenched his fingers around the spoon, crushing it in his grasp. “And that’s it.”
Matthew stared at him. Alfred swallowed the ice cream and clutched the carton to his chest, eyes turning glassy.
“And…” Tears filled his eyes. “I feel like shit!”
“What more did you expect?” Matthew reasoned with a roll of his eyes. “Ivan’s hated you since you first beat him at that shoot out you two had in Madrid.”
“Shut up.” Alfred sniffed and blinked the tears from his eyes. “It was supposed to be wonderful. Just like in the movies.”
“You are so naïve.” Matthew sighed.
“I am not!”
“Says the man crying into a carton of ice cream.”
Alfred’s bottom lip quivered as more tears streamed down his face. Sniffing noisily, he gasped and heaved a sob, eyes squeezing shut.
“Alfred I’m sorry.” Matthew scooted across the couch and enveloped his brother into a hug. “I know how much time and effort you put into that.”
“I…I just…didn’t expect it to hurt so much.” Alfred hiccupped and dropped the ice cream and spoon to the coffee table. “I knew it would be like that- just sex. But...”
“I know. It doesn’t help that it was…you know…”
Alfred wrapped himself around his twin, and together they sat on the couch, take comfort in each other’s presence.
“I won’t give up.”
Alfred admitted after a moment of silence.
“He’ll have to say yes eventually.”
(end)
…Oh Alfred, if only you knew how stubborn Ivan is D:
I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you expected, gutennachte! I meant to make it pwp but…well… things didn’t work out as planned. I hope you enjoyed regardless?