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Snap Judgment	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
***Warnings: Language, angst, yaoi, drinking
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
Chapter 6
Gilbert was relieved that he could rest another day in the hospital instead of doing the photo shoot. He looked over at the two-dozen pink roses on the end table, and then looked down at his bandaged wrist. It still surprised him, that he was able to do such a thing to himself. He couldn't remember even doing it. What he did remember was yelling back at his boyfriend about the robe. Gilbert should have known better and just did what his lover said. He must have just been in a bad mood, or else such a beating wouldn't have happened. In the back of his mind, Gilbert knew it wasn't an excuse but for the moment it worked. He thought about the conversation he had with Ivan for ONLY a moment before dismissing it from his mind. 'Ignore the Ivan in the living room.' He reminded himself.
"Good morning, Gilbert!" came Ivan's voice from the doorway.
Gilbert turned to see the smiling chubby face of Ivan holding a white paper bag. 'Just the person I did NOT want to see.' "What are you doing here?"
Ivan walked in. "Well, I called to see if you were okay and the nurse said you were moved to a different room, so I came by for a visit. How are you feeling?"
"Surprisingly better," he said, in all honesty.
"Pretty roses." Ivan went over to them. "From Mr. Callaghan?" he played dumb.
"Yeah. He feels really bad about how far he went. It's all good now. He canceled the photo shoot for today so I can rest. I even got this private room!" Gilbert smiled. "It's nice, huh? Private room all to myself. Although the T.V. channels stink! One person can only watch so many reruns of Maury and Friends."
Ivan chuckled at that. "Oh Gilbert, you are so quick to forgive."
Gilbert frowned a bit. "I don't want to talk about it. It's my life, Ivan. Stay out of it."
"I know." That was a lie. "I was just trying to help."
"Yeah, I got that. But you don't need too. I'm never going to attempt suicide again, so don't fret over it. So what's in the bag?"
Ivan gave a sweet smile. "It's a cupcake from one of the best bakeries in the city!"
Gilbert's lip went up. "I don't eat sweets."
"But you'll like this one! I saw it in the window counter and thought of you!" Ivan took it out of the bag and opened the container to present Gilbert with an all white cupcake topped heavily with icing. It was decorated like a rabbit. Two sugar ears, pink eyes and nose of frosting, and whiskers of rolled chocolate. "It looks just like you!"
The albino sighed, but took the cupcake from Ivan. "It's…cute? Too cute to eat."
"Please, just eat it, Gilbert." He sat next to him. "No one is going to punish you. Just enjoy. One cupcake is not going to harm you." Gilbert narrowed his gaze. "Just try it! Open up your mouth and go, 'ahhh'! Then take a BIG bite!"
Gilbert looked at the rabbit face staring back at him. The pastry DID look delicious. He brought the cupcake up to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and took a lick of the frosting. It wasn't heavy with sugar or too sweet, and he couldn't help but take a big bite. He gobbled down the sweet treat quickly, licking his lips of any cream once he was finished. The taste of it made him smile. "That was good!"
Ivan clapped his hands. "I knew you would like it! See? Anything in moderation is fine! We just won't tell anybody." Ivan put a finger to his lips.
"Right." Gilbert smiled back. "Thanks Ivan. Hey, could you open the blinds for me?" Ivan got up to do so. "I want to get some sunlight in."
"Oh, that reminds me! I emailed Mr. Callaghan with permission to do a special photo shoot with you. There is an indoor garden place about an hour outside of the city. It's VERY photo friendly and I would like to get some very nice, sweet, and clean poses of you. He'll have to rent the place out to us, but I think he'll like the idea. I'm sure you have a LOT of clothes for wardrobe changes. It will be a little different from candid shots, but I think you'll like it."
Gilbert shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, I guess. So, when you say 'clean' and 'sweet', you mean like those clothing ads of people standing in a field or on a beach?"
Ivan nodded. "Yes, like that. But no sexy poses!" Ivan wagged his finger at Gilbert. "I saw the new ad for that liquor you did on your website…you're breathtaking, Gilbert." Ivan had to admit it was a gorgeous picture.
"Oh yeah?" He smirked. "Well, sexy is what I do best! I'm just too hot to trot!"
Ivan just smiled and shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"
"You can start by fluffing my pillows, fixing my blankets, and finding something good on the T.V."
Ivan immediately did as he was told. Gilbert vetoed every channel until Ivan gave up and just put on the Antique Road Show. Gilbert whined and moaned, trying to reach for the remote. Ivan held it out of reach on purpose, keeping his eyes focused on the show. Gilbert eventually gave up and pouted at the show.
"Oh my God, who the hell CARES what old dead duke sat on it! You know what I call that? Fire wood! Ha! A chair worth ANYTHING is the one my ass sits on!" Ivan just laughed.
"And what a cute ass it is!"
Gilbert frowned. "Hey, watch your tongue there, buddy. I don't know how close you are with my boss and boyfriend, but if he caught you saying anything like that…well, you'd be bitin' the curb."
Ivan's mouth slowly turned into a smile. "He wouldn't get anywhere near me. I won't let him. In fact, I wish he would try to pick on someone his own size."
"Are you saying I couldn't defend myself against him if I wanted to?"
"Well, is there another reason why you're laying in this hospital bed covered in bruises after trying to kill yourself?" Gilbert was silent, turning his head from Ivan to stare out the window. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." It was a hard time for Gilbert right now, so Ivan figured they would talk about this at another time. Gilbert would just continue to give him the silent treatment. "Let's change the subject. Do you agree to do this nice little photo shoot I have planned? I promise you'll like it. And they have this cute little café with live piano music and an art gallery!"
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Oh goodie, goodie! Just what I want to do after a shoot! Walk around and see a bunch of paintings made by people who should get REAL jobs."
"Must you insult everyone who does something you don't like? Can't you just say, 'I don't care for local art'?"
"Oh, sorry, did I tread on your nerdom there? So sorry." He smirked. "It all depends on what my boss says! He won't let me travel far with you."
Ivan's phone beeped and he took it out to see that it was an email message. "Oh, it's from your boss." Gilbert's eye twitched as Ivan silently red it. "Well, well! Looks like you and me have a date this weekend at the garden museum! Splendid!"
Gilbert's jaw dropped. "WE? As in, just you and me? No one else?" Gilbert snatched the phone and read the email. "What the fuck, Ivan? Do you suck his cock? I mean, seriously! I can't even spend a weekend with Francis for something as simple as a shopping trip! How the hell do YOU get to go alone with ME?"
"I'm a very good talker and your boyfriend trusts me." Ivan smiled and crossed his legs. "I hate how he treats you and I would love to send my fist across his jaw, but through him I can continue to see you, old friend."
Gilbert just gawked at him, and then glared. "Sometimes you're too bold in your words, Ivan." Gilbert looked at the email again and made a connection. "You know too much. That's why he's being so kind towards you." He knew there had to be more to this on Callaghan's side. Why would his boss keep someone like Ivan so close? Ivan, who was just a private photographer in the picture industry, was being kept around like a business bigwig. His boyfriend couldn't actually be AFRAID of Ivan, could he? Or was Ivan just a good talker like he said? Gilbert glanced at Ivan, who was staring at the T.V. 'He probably plays both sides. When with my boss, he agrees to everything he says whether it's beating me or making me pose for sleazy magazines. And then when Ivan's with me, he plays the 'knight in shining armor'. Just whose side is he on? I would like to think mine…but…'
"Are you alright, Gilbert?" Ivan asked him.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. Just lost in thought." He gave Ivan back his phone. "Well then, I guess we have a nice little weekend planned. Clean photos."
Ivan smiled happily. "We'll have fun, I promise! You'll see that I can be a lot of fun! I'm hip and cool!"
"You mean dull and boring."
"We'll just see about that." Ivan stood up from the seat. "Well, I have cello practice with the orchestra in a little while. We'll be in touch about this weekend! Feel better, Gilbert."
"Have fun being a dull nerd. And thanks for the cupcake!" Gilbert waved to Ivan as the man left, waited a few moments, and then picked up the room phone. He quickly dialed his boss's cell number, curious to get the other side of this story. It took a few rings before he picked up. "Hey, it's me…no, I'm okay. Um, Ivan just called saying we're going away this weekend for a photo shoot at some garden place?...yes…but you're not coming? Why not?...I thought you went to that meeting already?...so you'll be in Florida all weekend?...well, of course I'll miss you. I was just wondering why you…you know, let me go alone with Ivan when I'm never allowed to hang out with Francis?...Oh, I see…right…right…yeah. Okay, the nurse is here, lunchtime…yeah. Love you too. Bye."
Gilbert lied to get him off the phone. At least now he knew why his boss was so careless around Ivan. Ivan does not threaten him at all. Ivan was a type of man that Gilbert would have no romantic interest in because of hobby differences. 'So he thinks that I would fall for Francis and not Ivan? But Francis is my good friend! We don't feel that way about each other. So Francis is a little…flirty. Okay, I'm flirty too, but only with women.' Gilbert turned off the T.V. 'Interesting. Ivan has the biggest crush on me but Mr. Wonderful doesn't see it. He thinks me THAT shallow that I only date rich middle-aged guys who own a large business? I could land myself a lame nerd like Ivan if I wanted to! I just don't want to!' He grumbled. 'Well, at least I'll have a relaxing weekend, maybe sneak a few beers.'
With the promise of beer, Gilbert rolled over in the bed and let himself fall into a peaceful sleep.
/
Ivan sat patiently in the police station waiting room reading the newspaper. He had called ahead to an old acquaintance about meeting together to discuss something, mainly Gilbert's abusive boyfriend. Ivan heard his name called and put the paper down to follow the security guard. He smiled at the man behind the desk and took a seat in front of it. "Afternoon Alfred. Since when did you become a detective?"
Alfred tapped his desk plate with his name on it. "You shall refer to me as 'DETECTIVE Alfred F. Jones. FBI."
Ivan crossed his legs and snickered. "Now I can finally retire that knife hidden under my pillow knowing you're protecting me."
"Very funny." Alfred rolled his eyes. "So what brings you here? Are you ready to turn yourself in for something?"
Ivan pouted playfully. "Why do you always make me out to be the bad guy? Did that semester at college mean nothing to you?" He and Alfred were dorm mates back when he wanted to work in forensics. They kept in touch but only through social media.
"Please, I was able to bring home more girls once your ass was out of that room!" Alfred grinned. "But why are you here anyway? What is it that you wanted to talk about?"
He folded his hands in his lap. "It's for a friend of mine. Well, a client, really. Gilbert. You see, his super rich boyfriend hired me to take candid photos of him."
"Weird, but okay. Continue."
"And this boyfriend physically abuses him. Recently, he beat Gilbert enough to the point where he tried to commit suicide. Now my question to you, Mr. Big-Shot Detective, is what can your department do about this? Mr. Callaghan is his name. Here's his card." Ivan handed it to Alfred. "He's a big name C.E.O."
"I can see that. Modeling stuff, huh?" Alfred took a few notes. "So what are you asking me to do? Investigate this guy?" Ivan nodded. "Ivan, you're asking a lot. I only just became a detective last month! I can't go snooping around a bigwig business man like this guy!"
Ivan glared. "Why not? It's what my taxes pay you to do."
"Oh shove it up your ass!" Alfred sneered. "What I mean is," he looked around, and then pulled Ivan in to whisper. "Ever hear the saying, 'money talks'?" Ivan nodded. "This guy, with his big bucks, can pay off his crimes. He'll be out of court so quick that when he gets home, his soup will still be warm! He's got good lawyers behind him too, I am sure of it. The only way your friend Gilbert can be saved is if he breaks up with this guy."
"I don't believe you! Is the system really THAT corrupt?"
Alfred sat back in his chair. "I'm only telling you what I can assume, Ivan. You're going after a cooperation. Even if we convict this guy for abuse, he'll get a slap on the wrist. Tell Gilbert to leave him."
"But you don't understand. Gilbert is afraid to leave him because of this massive power and control his boss has over him. And apparently over the police department!"
Alfred turned to his computer and started to type. "There's no reason for Gilbert to be afraid of living. I'm getting up a few places for Gilbert to go where he can be safe. They're like shelters for abused women and kids. Gilbert needs to leave, file a complaint, and then we can investigate." He looked at Ivan, who was angrily gripped the armrests. "Ivan, I'm telling you this as a friend. We can only do so much. Maybe we can't nab that bigwig, but we can keep your friend safe from him." He stood up. "I printed it out. I'll be right back."
Ivan tapped his foot impatiently on the floor, grinding his teeth and growling low. He wasn't mad at Alfred because he knew the man was right. Someone like Callaghan could easily be free because of his money, title, and power. Someone like Gilbert, who has nothing to his name, would be convicted and thrown in jail without a proper trial. Mr. Callaghan was a powerful man.
"Okay, here's a list of places." Alfred handed Ivan the sheet. "Why hasn't this Gilbert come to us yet? Is he afraid?"
"Yes, because of how powerful Mr. Callaghan is."
"Well, that's how it is in most domestic abuse cases. The abused is always afraid to leave. Let me try something." Alfred typed something in on the computer and searched for a few minutes, his eyes narrowing. "Huh, that's interesting."
Ivan perked up. "What? What did you find?"
"Callaghan is not even his real last name. He goes by an alias in his business. Most of his files are locked; I can't even get into them."
"So what is his name?"
"It's listed as private. It's just an alias."
"So what does that mean? His files must be hidden for a reason?"
Alfred tried a few more tricks but they came up empty. "Hm, nothing. My guess would be that he knows someone in the FBI, or someone even higher. Like a state representative, or something. I don't have the authority to unlock these files."
"Is he a criminal, you think?"
"That's likely. There's a lot of white-collar crime in the world, and he's one of them. If you have the money and the right connections, you can do anything. He probably has an alias so if anything happens, like he's caught, he can quickly run and change his name. It happens all the time." He cleared his throat. "But if your friend is serious about leaving, bring him to me and we'll file a report and see what happens from there."
Ivan shook his head. "Gilbert won't go for that."
"Then you have to make him. I can't do much for him unless he complains."
"Well, thank you for your time, Alfred. You have been helpful."
"Good luck to you and Gilbert."
"Yes. I'm going to need a lot of it."
/
Gilbert was glad to finally be back home in own bed with Mandy and satellite T.V. His boyfriend had already left the airport and called from the plane to make sure Gilbert got home. Gilbert already had a twelve pack of beer and planned to enjoy his two nights without his boss. Then he had the weekend with Ivan, ALSO without his boss. Four days and three nights all on his own. Cornelia had washed his sheets with the fabric softener he liked so much and Mr. Barkley planned out the meals for the next two days. Gilbert gave them the two days off, with pay, just so everyone could enjoy themselves. Of course, he would call if he needed either of them. Gilbert Beilschmidt didn't do housework. So he got a hot shower, put on Ivan's robe, and opened a cold one. He was starting to like his boss feeling guilty; it gave him so much more freedom.
"Ow! Goddamn it!" The cold can bumped against his bandaged wrist. "I can't believe I did this to myself." He looked at both his wrists, and heard Mandy whimper at him. "I know I scared you, girl. I'm sorry." He rubbed her head. "Ah, this is the life! Peace and quiet. I'm just gonna clear my head of everything and ENJOY."
The phone rang.
"Mein Gott! Ich hasse diese!" He only cursed in German was when he was pissed off. He had even cursed in German that morning when he yelled at his lover, another reason why he was hit. His boyfriend couldn't understand the language, and that aided in making him go into that black rage. Gilbert took a sig of the beer and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
'Is Bruce there?' It was a woman.
"Bruce? No, I'm sorry. You must have the wrong number."
'But this is the number he gave me. Bruce Callaghan. Is he there?'
Gilbert frowned. 'Bruce is his middle name…' "No, he's not." He wanted to find out who this was. "Might I ask who is calling?"
'Oh, this is Rosaline. Could you tell him that my plane is delayed and I won't be able to meet up with him until tomorrow morning?'
He gripped the receiver tightly. "Of course…I'll tell him."
'Wonderful! He's not picking up his cell phone so this was the other number he gave me. I'm sorry to disturb you.'
"Nope. It's all good. Enjoy your trip. I'll let Mr. Callaghan know. Goodbye." He tossed the phone onto the cradle. "Fucking son-of-a-bitch." He murmured under his breath. He knew his boss had affairs, but they were only one night stands with cocktail waitresses; or the occasional lap dance. This 'Rosaline' was going on the trip with him. "But why should I care?" He hissed, chugging the beer and then another one. He burped. "You know what, Mandy? I'm going to do what I want, too!" He opened his third beer and got his cell phone to dial Ivan.
'Hello?'
"Ivan! It's me, Gilbert!"
'Yes? Is everything alright?'
"Oh, things are cool. Mr. Callaghan is gone for four days, so I thought you'd like to come hang out for the night! We'll order pizza and drink beer!"
'…I like pizza, but not beer. I'll bring vodka.'
He grinned. "Great! That'll get us drunk faster! Bring a flavored kind!"
'Get drunk? Do you think that's a good idea?'
"I do! Just get your hairy Yeti ass over here! And bring that big violin! You're to play me some music!"
'It's a cello.'
"Potato, patato, who gives a fuck! Just come on over!"
'…very well. I'll see you in a bit?'
"Yup! Smell ya' later!" Gilbert stuck his chin out with a happy smile and hummed a tune. "Now I'll just order that pizza and take my pill tomorrow! How does that sound, Mandy?" The dog just wagged her tail.
/
Ivan had to stop at the liquor store to pick up an extra bottle of vodka. However, there were so many different flavors that he was unsure of what kind Gilbert would like. Ivan liked vodka flavored vodka, but he could stomach a flavor. But which to choose? He ended up buying two bottles (since the one at home was half done) one plain and one flavored. Ivan chose whipped cream flavor, thinking about the picture of Gilbert covered in pink cream. Now he stood at the front door, nervously rang the belly, and held his breath when Gilbert answered the door. He felt like this was a blind date of some kind, and he was nervous.
"Heya! I was wondering what was taking you so long!" Gilbert almost dropped the slice of pizza in his hand. "Whoops! Can't let that fall! I got sausage as a topping. You like sausage?"
Ivan stepped inside, removing his hat and the cello case from his back. "I do. But um, where is your boss?"
"Oh, he's gone to Flordia. He's still up in the air so I don't have to worry about being caught! You didn't say anything about the robe!"
Ivan smiled, taking off his jacket. "It looks very nice on you, Gilbert. Pink is your color."
"Yeah, I'm tough enough to wear pink! HAHAHA!"
'Is he high?' Ivan thought to himself.
"Hey, get this!" He leaned in. "All my dark robes were dirty! This pink was my last one! Eh? Eh? Funny right?" He nudged Ivan with his elbow.
Ivan just gave a nervous, lop-sided smile. "Hilarious."
Gilbert just snickered and took the bag of vodka bottles. "So, whatch'a get? Something good? Grey Goose?"
"Ah, not quite." Ivan twiddled his fingers, wondering if Gilbert was going to like the vodka.
"Whipped cream? Hey, that actually sounds pretty tasty! Let's bust these babies open!"
Ivan offered to open the bottles but Gilbert did it himself, pouring two shot glasses. "Are you sure you can handle vodka shots, Gilbert?"
"I'm German! I can handle ANY alcohol!"
"Ah, but I'm Russian, and I can hold my vodka better than you!" He smiled sweetly.
"Pfft. You? A nerd like you can hold vodka? Pfft. Your'e a lightweight! All nerds are!"
Ivan took his shot in his hand. "Then let us test that theory." They clinked glasses.
"Gesundheit!" He took the shot.
"But I didn't sneeze?" Ivan took his shot.
"Damn, that shit is GOOD! Let's have some more!" he grinned and refilled their shots. "Hey, you know what would have been better than vodka? Tequila!"
Ivan cleared his throat. "One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor?"
Gilbert blinked, and then let out an obnoxious bellowing laugh like that of a cheesy villain. "That's good! I like that one!" He downed the shot.
"Okay, that's enough shots for you at the moment." Ivan carefully pushed the shot glasses away. "Why don't you eat some more? I'll have a piece with you."
"I ordered it with EXTRA CHEESE too!"
Ivan chuckled. "You're a rebel tonight." Ivan's eyes widened then, as he had just had a tantalizing thought. Getting Gilbert drunk might not be such a bad idea. People were often more open with their feelings and worries when intoxicated. He noticed the bandages still around Gilbert's wrists and frowned slightly. 'I really shouldn't. He's had a hard enough time as it is.'
Yet he couldn't stop Gilbert from drinking the flavored vodka. Ivan nibbled at the pizza, figuring the vodka wasn't a real problem if the albino could handle it. It was when Gilbert slowly started to slouch at the table that Ivan grew a bit worried. He snuck the bottle away from Gilbert and helped him walk to the couch in case he crashed. Gilbert just let out a sigh, his pink eyes bloodshot as he gave that drunken hundred yard gaze. Ivan knew the gaze well. "You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk. I'm not even slurring."
'He's more than tipsy though…maybe he can hold it better than I thought?"
"Why me, Ivan? What the hell has happened? I'm almost fucking thirty and feel like I haven't done a goddamn thing."
Ivan rubbed his shoulder. "We all ask ourselves that eventually."
"No, seriously!" He hiccupped. "I mean, Alexander the Great conquered half the world and he was only, what? Twenty-one? Twenty-two?"
"Twenty-two, I believe."
"See? What the hell was I doing at twenty-two? I don't even know!" Gilbert ran a pale hand down his face.
"You were modeling."
"Oh, right. Modeling. The only thing I could do." He grumbled and flopped his head down into Ivan's lap. "Where does the time go, Ivan?"
Ivan smiled, stroking the white hair. "You're trashed."
Pink eyes narrowed. "I'm not trashed! I'm buzzed. I want to play soccer again. I want to kick a ball." He made a little kicking motion with his feet. "I'm too old for that too. I'm just an old, used up white lab rat that lives his life through riches and glamour. And you know what, there's nothing wrong with that! So my boyfriend is a bastard! At least I get everything that I want! Everything that I enjoy!" He hiccupped again.
"Yet you are still very unhappy."
Those pink eyes looked up at him through white lashes. "But I should be happy."
"But there is something you're missing, and you know what it is but you're afraid to show it."
"You're a deep guy." Gilbert pushed himself up, stood, wobbled a bit, and caught himself. "He's on that trip with some fucking floozy named 'Rosaline'!" He stomped into the kitchen with Ivan close at his heels. Gilbert opened the bottle of flavored vodka and took a swig. "I'm fucking lying in that hospital bed beat up and bruised, slices on my skin, and he's out making fuckin' plans with some two-bit secretary!" He was waving the vodka bottle around angrily, but Ivan reached out and snatched it from him.
"Are you certain?"
"Yeah, she fucking called here asking for him! She said her plane was delayed and she said," he mimicked a high-pitched voice "I'll see him in the morning!" Ivan looked at Gilbert, his face full of sorrow. "I swear! She must have been like, twelve! She had this cute little squeaky voice and I bet she's got his gold card number! I DON'T EVEN HAVE THAT!"
"Gilbert, calm down. You're getting very upset over this. Come back and sit on the couch." Ivan helped him walk and sit down. Mandy came up on the sectional and half lies in Gilbert's lap, licking at his mouth. "You're upsetting Mandy."
"Sorry girl." He rubbed her head. "I mean, I shouldn't be annoyed or mad about this. He'll be so worn out from fucking her that he'll come home and not want to fuck me. Which is good! I don't want that dick in me if he's having unprotected sex with some whore." He leaned his head against Ivan's shoulder. "It's not her fault. I bet she doesn't even know he's dating someone. All she sees is a handsome, dapper man who's well established and very charming. An old romantic. The kind that lights up your cigarette. Chicks dig that old time chivalry."
"I think you did too. Someone showed you a little kindness and…made you feel special."
"…yeah, I guess. It was a nice change. With him…I had nothing to worry about." Mandy gave a little whimper. "Okay fine. I still worry." He booped her nose. "Do you have any pets?"
"Not currently. I had a cat named Vanya growing up. A Russian Blue."
"Pfft. Your family wasn't too Soviet, huh?"
Ivan just rolled his eyes. With the few words Gilbert had just said, Ivan could confirm everything he had previously thought about the man's relationship with Callaghan.
"Mandy, go lay down." Gilbert gave her a kiss and dog obeyed, going out of the room. He suddenly started to giggle and turned to Ivan. "Let's go upstairs!"
Ivan's eyes widened. "Say what? Wouldn't you rather hear the cello?"
"Hmm…let's see here." He tapped his fingertips together. "Either we go upstairs and I show you how the stripper pole works, or we sit here nicely and listen to Chopin. Hmm…"
Ivan squeaked in the back of his throat. The only words he heard were 'upstairs' and 'stripper pole'. Both good, but was it wise to take up the offer? 'What harm could a little dancing do?' "Alright, let's go upstairs. You've made your point." How could he say no?
/
Ivan sat nervously on the foot of the bed, facing the naked silver pole. Gilbert was in the bathroom changing into something 'more comfortable'. Ivan thought the robe was comfortable enough, but knew what Gilbert mentioned had a sexual undertone to it. He hoped the outfit wasn't too…sexy…or he might just lose it. The door to the bathroom clicked opened and Ivan had to swallow the lump in his throat. Gilbert stepped out of the bathroom in the same outfit he posed in for the diamond liquor ad. Ivan knew now what took so long for Gilbert to get ready. The man had actually taken the time to stick on silver 'bling' stickers all along his body, giving the illusion of a diamond. Ivan's jaw dropped at the tiny silver shorts that left nothing to the imagination. He didn't know if the diamond necklace, bracelets, belly belt, and rings were authentic, but with the object of his desire standing right in front him he couldn't care less. He was even able to ignore the bandages and bruises.
"Ever been to a strip club before, Ivan?" Gilbert said, purring.
"N-No."
"Then you're in for a real treat!"
Ivan followed the glittering body with his eyes as Gilbert went to the small stereo and turned it on. A dance tempo beat began to play. Gilbert sauntered up to the pole and wrapped his arm around the length. His movements were slow at first, mimicking sex moves with gentle humping, sliding, and grinding. Ivan was never one who knew how to dance or had any rhythm, but Gilbert's narrow hips and ass never missed a beat. His erection sprung to life when Gilbert slid down the pole and spread his legs. The limber body shot back up again and gave a twirl on the pole, locking one long white leg around the length. As the music got faster so did Gilbert's moves and Ivan was deathly jealous of that pole. It amazed him how Gilbert never broke eye contact…even when he flipped himself upside down to spread his legs in the air. At that moment, Ivan felt like one of those cartoon wolves with the big bulging eyes and hearts jumping from their chests.
Gilbert's glistening body slowly gyrated itself towards Ivan, stepping down from the stand. Ivan was leaning forward on the edge of the bed, following each snake-like sway. He was certain that if this room had more appropriate lighting then Gilbert's body would be sparkling. Now he really had been to a strip club before but one with only women. Gilbert's dance moves were much different because he was a man and not as…curvy? Yet Gilbert's simpler moves had him rock hard within minutes. The closer Gilbert got the tighter his pants became.
"Someone's happy to see me!" Gilbert flashed him a grin, spun around, and pressed his backside into Ivan's crotch.
Ivan tensed up immediately, feeling the heat from Gilbert's body on his groin. He didn't know what to do when Gilbert started grinding back into him.
"Don't you know ANYTHING?" Gilbert laughed and reached back to take Ivan's thick wrists in his hands. He pulled them forward. "This isn't like a REAL strip club! You can touch the dancer!"
'If I touch you…I might go too far!'
Ivan felt his hands placed on the narrow waist, and on instinct, he arched his hips forward. Gilbert gave a little gasp and pushed back against him. Ivan, just as he feared, couldn't stop his hands from caressing Gilbert's body. Finally, all those years and nights of wishing for this and its come true. Gilbert was in his arms and moaning just for him. Ivan had complete control over him now, and he took full advantage of it. He spun Gilbert around to lift him with ease off the floor and onto the bed. The other didn't protest, only stretched his pale arms up over his head to give seductively to Ivan. Ivan crawled over him, feeling the bed sink beneath the weight of his fists and knees. However, when Ivan's eyes were taking in the delicious site of his snow bunny, his lust began to dwindle at the welts and bruises. Even Gilbert's face, which was normally ivory and flawless, was bruised. How could Ivan have seen right past the marks? Gilbert seemed confused by his staring, but all Ivan could do was stroke his thumb along the dried cut of the pink lips. He moved his hand to cup the left cheek with its fading bruise on the bone. Just beneath the white bangs was a lump, a welt, which had been bleeding before. And then, there were those bandaged wrists. Ivan took the left one and brought it up to his mouth, kissing the white bandage gently. When he looked back at Gilbert, he noticed the man had become tense, pulling his limbs closer to his body as if he were afraid.
Ivan immediately got up and sat on the edge of bed, his head in his hands. This wasn't right for them to be doing. Gilbert was angry, drunk, and distraught over the fact that his boyfriend was cheating on him. If anything, Gilbert just wanted revenge by doing this with him. But what frightened Ivan the most was that he would have gone along with it for his own enjoyment. In fact, even with Gilbert seemed more alert now to what was happening, Ivan STILL wanted to take him. He was just as bad as Callaghan, lusting after Gilbert who was mentally and emotionally damaged. Ivan had to wonder if Gilbert even knew anything aside from foreplay and bondage when it came to sex?
"Ivan? A-Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine." He responded softly but wouldn't turn around. Ivan feared that if he did, seeing such a concerned or pitiful look on that face, he would jump that bruised body. "I think we went a little too far tonight, Gilbert. We had too much to drink." He felt Gilbert kneeling behind him.
"But I'm not drunk. I did this because I wanted to." Gilbert had grabbed the remote to turn off the stereo, seating them in silence.
Ivan put his hands down, but still would not look at Gilbert. "Are you doing this because you want to? Or are you simply doing it to get back at your lover?" He felt Gilbert move away from his back. "I thought so." Ivan stood up from the bed. "Get some sleep. It's late."
"Will you stay with me?"
Ivan finally turned to look at him. "I don't think that's a good idea." 'I still want to fuck you, battered or not, but that wouldn't be right.'
Gilbert sighed and began to take the bling stickers off. "Alright. Fine. You don't have to stay. I don't know why you won't sleep with me. Is it because I'm all beat up?"
"No…there's more to it than that. I don't just want to fuck you, Gilbert." 'Yes I do. Right now I do.' It wouldn't be right. "You deserve more than just a tumble." Ivan turned to give him a smile.
Gilbert had a look of annoyance on his face, but his pink eyes drifted downwards to Ivan's groin. "You're still hard, though. So you want to fuck me right now, just as I am, but you've got morals. That's it, isn't it?" He smirked and got onto his knees, slipping his thumbs beneath the hem to slide his pants down just a bit to tease him. "But I want you to. Come on, can you really resist all this?"
'No.' Ivan said to himself, feeling his breathing start to increase with growing lust. "It's very hard to resist you…but I am. The moment is not right."
"I'll give you head." White brows wiggled and a tongue licked pink lips. "I could feel how big you were. Never underestimate the nerdy guys, huh?"
'Please don't say those things!' Ivan wanted to jump at the promise of head, but once again feared losing control. Gilbert was just not in the right frame of mind after all that has happened. "I still can't. It's not right. I can't do that to you, Gilbert. So please, stop trying to tempt me."
"I don't like being denied, Ivan!" Gilbert's shouted.
"Why do you want me to disrespect you?" Ivan shouted back, and those words silenced the other.
Gilbert sat back on his haunches as Ivan left the room, slamming the door behind him. 'Disrespect me? What the hell kind of talk is that?' He stripped himself of the outfit and dropped it to the floor so he could crawl under the covers. The bed did feel good with the thousand-thread count sateen sheet caressing his body. Gilbert wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, but he was actually relieved that no sex had come out of tonight. He thought he had wanted it, but Ivan may have been right about wanting to get revenge. Cheating on his boyfriend wouldn't solve anything. Yet it wasn't fair that his lover got to do it and he wasn't allowed to. Bringing it up to him would only cause more trouble and it was safer to remain silent about it. Knowing that, Gilbert pulled the sheet up around him and burrowed beneath them.
'That was very kind of Ivan…to 'respect' me like that when he didn't have to. He wanted to, I could see the lust in his eyes, but he didn't.' Gilbert glanced at his wrists. 'He knows I was hurting. I'm so fucking stupid!' He felt the tears pricking at his eyes and let a few of them fall onto the white sheets. 'I'm so pathetic.' From downstairs, he heard the familiar sound of Ivan's cello begin to play. He lifted his head from under the covers to listen. When he recognized the tune as 'Can't Help Falling In Love With You', Gilbert gave a smile and wiped his tears away. 'I'll be damned. That better be a joke on his end, or else he thinks I don't recognize Elvis when I hear him.' He gave a deep sigh. 'I'll worry about this in the morning. I want him playing that thing for me every night so I can fall asleep. Thanks Ivan, ya big Yeti.'
He closed his eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, one without the aid of Melatonin, Valium, or sexual exhaustion.
End Chapter 6 TBC
***Translations: (I just used Google translate)
Mein Gott! Ich hasse diese: My God, I hate this.
Gesundheit: Good Health (I say that when people sneeze XD)
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