Savior // Rusame //

Trouble // Chapter 3

Warning! Smut! You have been warned!

Alfred's POV:
I wake to birds chirping. Wow. This is the first time I haven't been woken by yelling. The sun is setting outside. What time is it? 8:24 pm. Well I guess I did get enough sleep. But where's my mom?

As I walk down the stairs, I smell alcohol. Oh no..

I see my mom face first on the table with empty alcohol bottles towering over her. "Mom..?" I shake her awake. Her head snaps up, "WHAT?"

"Are you okay?" I ask sheepishly. In response, she slaps me hard across the face. "YES IM FINE!"

I rub my cheek, "Sorry mother.." I quickly leave the room. I should be getting ready for my job anyways.

I pack quickly and count the money from last night. "Wow.. 120 dollars and some credit cards." I stuff them into a drawer. I put my backpack on and head downstairs.

My mom is passed out again. I worry about her..

I leave and lock the door behind me. A breeze meets my face as I step into the chilly air. I zip up my jacket and make my way to the club.

Ivan's POV:
I finish my 3rd bottle of vodka, but I'm still not drunk. I need to forget my pain! I slam my fists on the table. How? I think of something, anything to ease the heartbreak. It had only been a few weeks since Yao left me.

Tears spill from my face. I missed my old life. Then an idea comes to my mind. Why not just go to a strip club? That's where people go when their heartbroken right? Have sex with a stranger then leave? Might ease the pain for a while.

I check my phone for a near by strip club. The first one that pops up is a gay strip club. Perfect.

I grab my jacket and head out the door. I follow my phones directions and make it to the strip club. The bouncers at the door eye me. I'm taller than them which makes them feel intimidated of course.

I hand them my ID to show I'm old enough to go in. Do I look that young? As I step in the club, music blasts in my ear. I decide to head to the bar first.

"What do you want darling?" A man in drag asks me. "Just a vodka." The man is hypnotized by my accent it seems. They turn to get me my drink and a guy comes and sits next to me.

"I don't zink I've ever seen you here?" His German accent is strong. When I look at him, he has a brunette man practically hanging on his neck. He has a little piece of hair sticking out of his head that's curled into a heart.

"Ah, Yes this is my first time here." I nervously shift in my seat. My vodka is handed to me and I drink it in one gulp. It stings my throat, but it's nothing I'm not used to.

I look back at my German friend and he's no where to be seen. I spot him going into a room with the brunette. A loud voice over the speaker breaks my train of thought.

"Are you ready for the one, the only.. ALFRED JONESS!" I look to the main pole in the middle of the room. A beautiful blonde man comes out and begins to dance on the pole. I'm captivated by his looks. Those glimmering eyes that match his glittery outfit.

I walk up to the stage to get a better look. As men throw money at him, I stare at his perfect body. As he finishes his dance the announcer starts, "Now who would want a private dance with Alfred?" Many hands go up, including mine.

I'm second in line. The first man goes in with Alfred and for some reason, it makes my blood boil.

Alfred's POV:
The first guy throws me on a bed. He starts kissing my neck and tearing off my outfit. His eyebrows are huge! But his green eyes are captivating. "Ah~.." I moan as he slaps my ass and kisses my neck.

As he's getting his pants off, I grab his wallet. This dude is loaded! I grab as much as I can and stuff it into my outfit on the floor. He finally gets his pants off and lines up his penis and my ass.

He shoves in and I scream, "AH-!" I tug on the bed sheets and bite my lip. "Sorry, is my length too much for you to handle?" I can tell he's British. He playfully thrusts into me. "N-ngh.." I helplessly groan out.

Once again, like everyone I've slept with, he treats me like dirt. Ramming into me when I tell him it hurts. "A-ah! S-slow down!" I scream out. "What was that dear?" He slams into me.

He knows what he's doing. As he continues fucking me, tears spill out of my eyes. "Fuck! A-ah! Oh!" Grunts and moans are heard through the room. I really don't wanna do this anymore.

"Please-! A-ah!" I try to get him to stop, it hurts too much. Instead, he pounds into me harder. I scream, "AH!" I clamp my teeth together and let my tears spill.

"Fuck.. I'm close.." He slaps my ass over and over again, making it red. I feel as if I'm about to pass out. He hits my prostate, "Ah! R-right.. THERE!" I practically scream as I cum everywhere. Shortly after, he cums too.

"Bye sweet buns." He grabs his clothes and leaves. My 'water-proof' concealer isnt doing the job. It's rubbing off like crazy. I've never been handled so roughly. I quickly get up as my next client comes in. I can barely stand.

Third Person POV:
Ivan walks in the room after the last guy leaves. He gasps when he sees the mess in front of him. Was it even the same guy? Alfreds hair was messed up, he looked as if he was about to pass out, and he had scars and bruises littering his body.

In an attempt to be sexy, Alfred pushes Ivan on the couch. He climbs on top of him. Violet eyes meet dull blue ones. Ivan smiles at Alfred and his heart almost explodes. Alfred starts to rub his body against Ivan's.

Alfred can barely hold up his head. But this is the most attractive man he's ever met, and he want to impress him. Ivan puts his cold hands on Alfreds sides. Alfred expected him to throw him on his back and start fucking the shit out of him, but he doesn't..

He just lays his hand on Alfreds sides and doesn't force him to do anything. Alfred is actually enjoying himself, but he can't hold up his weight anymore. He falls on the floor. Ivan gasps and holds him up, "Oh poor baby.. What have they done to you?" His Russian accent makes Alfred quiver.

Alfred pulls him closer and their lips connect passionately. Not like Alfreds other clients.

But like they've known each other forever..?

But just like all good things, it ended. A man busted through the door, Alfreds last client.

"You slut!" He starts to approach them. Now Alfred can visibly see that he has a gun in his hands.

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Yay cliff hanger! Sorry if the end seems rushed! I was trying to find a way to end the chapter!

Bye!