Tennessee Whiskey

Chapter 2: Arc 1 - Say Something

summary: yao & alfred get punkd

"Privet!" Ivan, seemingly buoyant, hops off the large ladder that had brought him up to the floor the duo was on, allowing it to fall.

Yao is experienced, and not in a good way. He knows better and can read between Ivan's lines that he is not at all what he seems. Glass is sparsely scattered among the floor, along with a couple drips of Ivan's red blood from jumping through it.

Alfred is definitely cautious and paranoid of why he was here, but shields his arm over Yao's chest, prepared to defend. Yao curses iternally to himself, not prepared for what was ever about to happen. Ivan tilts his head at the duo's state, but staples a soft grin on his face, slowly stepping closer and placing his hand upon Yao's head, applying pressure to the blood rushing upwards.

"I-Ivan...! Whatever are you doing here!" Yao offers a toothy, exaggerated grin. He sounds fishy to Ivan, but he needed no explanation, anyways. He was a spector of the entire event, and although his exterior said otherwise, he was boiling with jealousy and anger.

"I see it that you two get along fondly, da?" That tone. It made Yao want to stab his own ear-drums. As he parts his lips to retaliate, a sudden strong punch is thrown to his gut, causing the Chinese to release a weak 'oof', before dropping to his knees.

"YAO!" Alfred bends down to assist his lover, oblivious to the bleak, purple aura illuminating before him.

Starting to breathe heavier, feeling the stimulation of adrenaline, Ivan increases the intensity of his pressure, landing his crow bar onto the American's head. Alfred's body pauses as his eyes dilate, slipping into unconsciousness as he falls to the floor with Yao.

Yao can't even feel the wet tears soak his face, letting his temper reach its peak before standing up. He knows he's going to have to fight this out. He wants to fight it out. He didn't intend for the reminders of this tension, exasperation, heartbreak, and abuse from the past to weaken him. He was stronger than that.

"YOU BASTARD!" Yao shrieks as he punches Ivan clear across the face with all of the strength he can muster, not caring for the sheer size of him. And strength.
Ivan takes a hold of Yao's wrist with an uncomfortable grip, throwing the bar out of his other hand and placing it on his shoulder. Yao struggles to break free as Ivan twists his arm, letting out a pain-filled howl and a crack of bones. Yao opens his mouth to curse at the Russian but is interrupted by a sudden strong hand slap his cheek, followed by a kick to his crotch, causing him to fall on the floor once more.
Yao is in tears at this point not only from the anger, but the excruciating pain. But he isn't willing to give up. He feebly attempts to rise from the ground but is pinned down by a knee-down, grinning Ivan, Yao putting up a struggle with the remaining strength he has.

"When I said you were mine, I meant it," His mouth is directly into Yao's ear, his body cringing as the tingling and frightening vocal chords traveled into his hearing, sending a shiver up his back, "Playing with Alfred was a mistake."

He takes his crowbar, giggling at Yao's attempts to free himself from his restrainer, "And mistakes need to be fixed or they will be repeated, da?"

Yao sobs and squirms as Ivan turns him over, leaving him to lay on his abdomen. Ivan slowly rises his shirt to reveal a long, whitened scar. Yao registers what he's intending to do, and immediately protests by kicking and sobbing.