Orphan- RusAme

Ivan smiled at himslef and jumped on top of the man, kneeling on his chest and hitting him with teh hilt of the led pipe ove rand over again with all of his stranght. He every stood up, covered in a bit of blood and panting. He stood up for a few second and then went down, biggin in his pockets and finding a wallet with more money. "Alfred, Do you want to stop? You need rest" With the money, they woudl rent out a motel for a wekk, and sleep in a real bed, and ahve a real shaller. He smiled at him. One was dressed like a hooker the other was covered in blood, they made a good paring. He waited for the asnwer, twiling his led pipe in his ahnds and elling comtrble with his wepon choice. If they kept earning like this, they coudl just live in a motel.

Alfred leaned on the wall and watched the scene. A small smile on his face. He laughed at the other, "Dude, all I'm doing is freakin' parading myself around, you need rest." they had made a lot. And he went over stepping over the body and pulling Ivan into a kiss, "We're good for now, and we need to get you some food and rest man, you haven't eaten or slept in days." he grinned at him, "Let's go, we got enough cash for it, so chill for a while, okay man?" He covered himself with a coat. They did make a pretty good team. One was eyecandy and the other was the muscle. He looked at the unconsious, "Do we just...leave him here?" wondering, he had no problem leaving him there. But they were going to have to keep changing alleys, and he knew this city had a lot of alleys.

Ivan looked at him for a second. He smiled and turned around, walking away from the bloddy scean. He looked at Alfred. "da, That sounds...nice" He never had eaten a real meal in so long. But he was glad he oculd eat with ALfred. He got use to teh constant hunger and jsut, igrnoed it. He looked at Alfred. "We have enough to stay in a motel for a few days?" He asked. He kept teh toher covered with his coat and jsut went alogn without it. Somethign matterd. He loved having some money. He didnt care at this point, any food was better but Mc donalds. He saw a 7/11 and jsut got a hot dog. To american, the hot dog was warped in American flag foil, in A American flag palte like thing... God he would have to show Alfred Russia on eday, it was so much better these, or at least it was for him, after all

Alfred didn't know anything about Ivan's past, but he didn't like to talk about the past, because it already happened, what's done was done, no point looking back, it just ends up hurting in the end. Which is why he grinned and was so clueless, because he looked to the future and never knew what he was going to expect. He beamed and his eyes lightened,"You serious!? That's awesome! I didn't know we made that much! That's fucking awesome!" for a few days, that was better than not even one right? He continued to have Ivan's coat draped around him and said, "Mind handing me my clothes, my back door's starting to feel a draft." an expression he hoped the other understood. Plus, no shirt, no shoes, no service and they were heading into a 7/11 and so just took his clothes and slid his jeans fitting comfortably around his waist slipped his shirt on and his coat. He didn't look like a whore anymore which was good. They walked in and wander around the store, it wasn't too late about 7, they still had time to get to a motel before it got late and the streets got dangerous. he stuffed his hands in is pocket, it was strange, with his clothes he looked America's golden boy, but without them he was just another piece of eyecandy, a whore. He was glad Ivan was finally eating something and he knew that the poor guy was tired and most likely starving so Alfred wasn't going to bother him. The food he had earlier and the rest he had gotten the night before had been enough for him. Were they going to do this every day? Or just until they ran out of money? And for how long they couldn't do this for the rest of their lives, they needed to have some other purpose. Honestly, he could be suck doing this for the rest of his life, as long as Ivan was stuck there with him.

Ivan was glad Alfred was back in to nomral cloths. He paied and ate the horrbale pieace of meat, every bite tasting wrose than the last. He finsihed it and tossed the wrapers away, walking with Alfred to a motel, at least they had a roof now. Not bad for only 1 day on the streets. He walked in and checked out a room. They would only have to do this for a while longer before Alfred could get a job and Ivan could apply for a citizenship. He smiled and checked out a room. He walked with America and walked in, collapsing on the bed. He would take a shower and clean up. He wanted so bad to treat the other to something better than just this. He samiled at Alfred. "you really know how to get the guys running for you, Da~" He smirked a bit and hugged the other, groping his ass a little bit and falling on the bed with him He soft sheets welcome afteer years of rough ditry sheets or none at all. He just held Alfred for a while, staring in to his eyes and loving it. He still didnt say that though. It was...a mutral realtionship...

Alfred looked around once they headed to the motel and flashed smiles at the people who didn't look so sketchy. He was glad to be with Ivan, because if not, he would be alone, and he didn't like that. He'd rather be with someone he utterly loathed than alone. But good news, he ended up with someone who he started hating and ended up being the reason he was living. Next year is when he could apply for a job and the day after his birthday he would get a workers permit and start looking for a job. July 4th, how ironic. They made it to a motel and was finally able to sleep in a place where there was no crying and smashing of glass bottles. It was nice and he got to share it with Ivan. And as he thought Ivan crashed on the bed and he pulled him along on the bed. He laughed a bit and grinned at the other, "C'mon, ya know that's not good for my ego." and gave the other a playful smile as he felt his ass groped, "It's all yours, but dude you serious need some sleep man."

Ivan nodded. "Spleep, Da, But I need to wash" It had been days since he washed, and it was not good for him. He didnt need ablood as much anymore, knowing ofr a fact trhat Alfred was more than needed replacemnt. He took hiss his shirt and droped it, walking in to the shawlled and undoing his pants. He turned the water on the got in, the cold ish water rolling down his back and a well welcomed relazed felling going over him. What were they going to do now? He washed up and rinsed off, steping out of the shower and looking for America in teh room

Alfred nodded and said, "I need one too, go first." the smell of sex and sweat on him, both caused by Ivan. He didn't even know how old Ivan was. He blinked an heard the water running in the bathroom. This puzzled him, were they the same age? He rested on the bed and took off his coat throwing it to the side. Ivan stepped out of the shower and he got up from bed, "The shower nice?" he asked him and went in himself, smacking Ivan on the ass and laughing as he stepped into the bathroom wanting to wash up himself. He stripped and tossed his dirty clothes to the side, they were dirty, but the only pair he had, he liked to sleep in boxers anyway so he didn't mind. He stepped and grinned and the warm water washed over him and rubbed the soap provided by the motel through his scalp. He rinsed and stepped out and dried himself off and slid his American flag boxers back on and walked out, feeling tired from today. It was about 9 now and he's never slept so early be he was tired and the shower helped his muscles relax.

IVan looked at Alfred, loving the pattern of his boxers. He splet in his pants and that was it. He laied down and grbbed America, holding his back and letting the other sleep on top of him. He looked up at Alfred. "You really are a paice of work" He said softly holding on and felling the others sot skin in his back. He knew that he loved Alfred. But it was hard to get his head around. "I love you Alfred, So so much" He said, smiling and closing his eyes and breathing down the others back, felling the warmth of him on his chest. He pushed Alfreds face in to his neck, loving the wet of his hair and breathign in his scent

Alfred made a small noise as he was put on top of Ivan and blushed slightly. He grinned at the other, "You're not bad at all either man." and he traced his fingers over the other's toned chest and avoided touching the scars. His cheeks flushed a dark crimson color as the other said that. It was the second time and he heard him clearly, "you too Braginski." he still called him by his last name and didn't know why, it was just natural. He enjoyed the shelter and the close body contact and wrapped his arms around Ivan's waist. They were both so young, and Alfred was so reckless. They would make this work, so how, it'll all turn out okay. He placed some kisses on Ivan's pale skin, he didn't know why, he just liked it and the reaction he got from it.

Ivan loved the warmth of his hands on his chest. He smiled at the color he turned. He giggled slightly and sat there 100% still, loving the warmth the came form Alfred and the close contact. He looked down at him, his chest still a bit wet. He went to turn off the lights, but stopped, rembereing how Alfred reacted to the dark. This could be a test of how much that he knew... He smiled, acting like he forgot how afraid Alfred was of the dark and turned off the lamp in the room, plunging them in to black. He still held on to Alfred though, nuzzling in to his warmth.

Alfred tensed as the lights were turned off, some light came through the curtains of the window, "Ya know how I feel about that Braginski." but he nuzzled into the warmth and sighed smiling a bit, "But I got ya here, so it's all cool." he heard the other's heart beat and it just made him feel so loved that that heart beat for him and that his beat for the other. "We're gonna be okay big guy, we just gotta stick out for a while, no matter how brutal it gets." god his thoughts were cheesy, but they were honest. He loved ow warm the other felt and the heat of their skin touching felt nice. It stil confuses him how it happened but he was glad it did.
Timeskip?

Ivan smiled at the words and pretended to sleep, but he held the other tighter. *to morning* Ivan snapped his eyes open, a strange felling washing over him and not knowing what it was. Why was he being so careful now? He sighed, trying to get rid of the slight paranoia and shaking Alfred a bit. "Fredka? Wake up" He said softly. He kissed the others neck, smiling and watching him breath and sleep on his chest. He didnt mind the scars as much with Alfred anymore. Beucse he knew that he would not use them to make him weaker. They always made him jsut want to give up, in anything, when they were mentioned. He shook Alfred rougher. "Fredka?" He asked again, rubbing his hand on his thighs and felling the soft cloth of his boxers.

As always Alfred's sleeping habit were awful and was drooling, snoring, kicking and shifting throughout the whole night. He was shaken a bit and groaned waving Ivan off , "Lemme sleep dude." he groaned out. He was shaken harder and so he might as well get up if not the other would probably push him off the bed. He yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes and felt the hand on his thigh and cracked a smile, "Dude, this early?" he joked, but opened his eyes and said, "Morning dude." he sat up on the bed and stretched out popping the joints in his arms to place, the sleep was nice, he was in a warm bed with Ivan and it's the best sleep he's had in ages, he looked at the clock and said, "why'd ya wake me up so early man?" running a hand through his own hair.

Ican looked at him for a second. "Beucse it was lonley with out you talking to me" He asnwered honstly. He didnt even care that he was waking the other up. He watched him strech out and did the same. More money making today. He looked around the room, nothing was stolen... He stood up, looking around the room to make sure eveything was ok still. He glanced at Alfred. "...Dose something else not feel good now?" He asked, wincing a bit and not liking the slightl panick the he had. Did the motel report him? How would they have found out though? Hepulled the covers over his head, not to hid form the light, more so the world. It made him sick, nrouasly looking around. What the hell was wrong with him?! What did he subconsoly want?!? He tried not to let the hyper activy settle in on him, but it was a hard thing to do. He fought with himslef and he tapped in a slihgt panick, what did he want to bad??!

Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?" not being rude, but the question was literal, the other wanted to talk to him? "Well, who the hell doesn't wanna talk to me?" he laughed a bit, he wondered if they were going to 'work' today or if they were going to 'work' whenever they ran almost out of money. He blinked in confusion, "Off? No...." he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, but again he was as dense as a brick wall. He saw Ivan hide under the covers and said, "Hey? What's wrong man?" he prodded the covers and was slightly concerned, "You okay?" what had him so...acting so strange? he pulled the covers off, he was insistent, "C'mon ya can tell me, what's eating at ya?"

Want for things that Ivan didnt know always broke him down from the inside out, he was just better at hiding it at sometimes more than others. He felt the covers being pulled off. He taped his fingers together over and over again, picking up the pace. He twiched slightly. He craved blood, he knew that by now. He looked up at Alfred. "I..dont know..its..I..." He didnt fid words to decibe it. Want, want for something that he never oculd find. He was doing to brake down soon and give in to the only way he knew how to get rid of the empty cravings. He rubbed his feet together, his hands cling to Alfred and warpin ghis ifngers in with the others, glacing aorund and wanting to get rid of it. He hoped it past, he walways did but then it was to late.

Alfred looked at Ivan in concern, he'd never seen the other like this and didn't know what the hell to do. Maybe this whole situation was finally getting to him. Maybe Ivan was a junkie and he experiencing withdrawal symptoms and he needed his next fix. Alfred didn't like drugs, it was a way to ruin your body, but if Ivan was into that, he could find a way to accept it. "There's gotta be somethin' up man." he didn't like seeing Ivan like that, especially since he didn't know what was wrong in the first place, he gave the other's hand a gentle squeez and rubbed his back, "C'mon on man, if ya don't tell me what's up, I don't know what the hell to do? You got me worried dude."

Ivan put his hands in his own hair, pulling down and making tears form at the cornnors of his eyes. He laughed. "Oh, you will have a reason to be worried" He stood up, jumping and flinching as he walked around, looking for something in the motel room. He wanted to scream, there was nothing that was sharp enough to cut. He was starting to panic now. He paced around, almsot pulling his hair out. He didnt even look at Alfred. "knfie...knife.." He needed on so bad right now. There was no knife. What was he going to do?! He twiched, his mind forcing his body to beg for pain. He jsut need to feel his own blood rolling down his legs and Arms. Alfred could onyl subsature his bloodlust for so long.

Alfred saw the other sort have a mental break down and said, "Dude, just calm the hell down, just tell me what the hell's wrong?" what did Ivan mean by that? That he should be worried. He sat on the bed and said, "Dude, you're freakin' out." he heard the other mutter something, but it sounded like knife, and raised and eyebrow, "Why the hell do you need a knife? Dude! Tell me what's wrong!" he sighed and said, "Answer me honestly......you a junkie?" was this a withdrawal effect. He got up and needed to get Ivan to calm down he grabbed him by the wrists and looked at him, "Calm down , you're freakin' out."

Ivan smiled a broken smile at America, a smile and didnt hid the panic and pain he was feeling. He glaced around the room. "H...Het, but I need something,, A knife, something that cuts" He said, looking around. He rolled away from Alfred and twisted himself in the covers. He needed more blood. It filled him and it always seemed to take this strange want for something he didnt know away in the wonderful warm red drops of the stuff. He glanced at America. "I need a knife, I need a blade, I need blood" He said softly, humming to himself

America looked at him worriedly. He raised an eyebrow ad his frown deepened, "A knife? No, what the hell's wrong with you, man?" he tried to find ways to get the other to calm the fuck down. Was blood an addiction of his....could it be considered an addiction. He didn't know if he should touch him or not, the guy looked pretty shaken up. He put a hand on where he assumed the other's back was and shook him a bit, "Dude, calm the fuck down.....there's no blade anywhere, but you don't need one, just try and calm your tits." he told him, in the most sincere voice he could muster. He didn't know what to do. First off, he tried to look for a way to get the other out from under the blanket, but it looked like Ivan didn't want to come out.....well, he'd have to force him out. He pulled at sheets and tied to unwrapped the body that was underneth, "c'mon on man, ya gotta tell me what the hell's wrong, and wanting a knife isn't an answer.

Ivan shivered at the feeling of the others hand on his chest. "Nyet, There is nothing else that ever wroks!" He screamed, yelling slightly and glacing up at Alfred. He wondered why this was happing. "what are you doing?" He asked almost grolwing. "Why are you hear? You hate me!" He said, now getting it. Alfred didnt want him, just to use him for money and protection. He taped the ends of his fingers faster. "no blade..." He said softly, tears rolling dwon his face. "Please, please please please, there had to be something" He looked around, there would be nothing. He dug his nails in to his own skin, drawing only a micro drop of blood and wantign more of the felling. He panted a bit, even something as small as this was refail. He make more, ending up with a tone on little bloddy chrestants up and down his arms, only occanly getting enouhg to form a drop of his blood. He stoped panicked so much, it felt so good, he wanted mroe, but it was enough to keep him going for a while. He put a bladded arm up and grabed alfred, holding him and still pirecing the skin with him other arm behind his back.