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The door opened to the apartment, Andrew and Ivan walked through, babbling about interests with smiles on their faces and bags in their hands. It was almost time to celebrate the coming of the new year. Since Andrew’s parents had outcasted him, this gave Ivan the opportunity to step in and be the next best choice. Andrew set the bags on the table in front of the television, Ivan rested the items in his hand on the counter, grabbing a few shot glasses and resting them on the table that his friend was setting up on. Like everyone else on a day like this, they’d decided that they would drink until their minds went numb. Well, Ivan had decided this. Andrew would follow along, he’s not a killjoy.
“I’ve actually never had this before, you definitely haven’t, right?” Ivan commented and set the bottle on the table, it was a big glass of Vodka. It was an imported kind, and it costed quite the bit. He didn’t care, it was worth the price for their little celebration. They wanted to get up to the roof and watch fireworks, but it had started to snow, and no amount of entertainment was worth being in the snow. Andrew wasn’t a fan of the cold, Ivan didn’t mind all that much. But of course, whatever his hypothetical master says, goes.
Ivan picked out two cups, one full sized, and one shotglass. Andrew peered over, looking to see what was up. “Come on, are you seriously gonna sell me short? That cup is yours, isn’t it.” Ivan smiled rolling his eyes. “Can you even handle this? I mean, you’re a total newbie. You’d get wrecked trying to handle even a sliver of what I can take.” Still, he replaced the shot for another cup of the same. Bringing over orange juice as a chaser. They both sat down on the moderately comfortable couch, turning the tv on to the new years channel. “Y’know, I never really understood the whole ball dropping thing. Like, what does that have to do with a new year?” The greyer one shrugged, considering it honestly kind of just was a thing that robloxians started doing for no apparent reason.
Ivan poured cups for the both of them, putting significantly more alcohol in Andrew’s cup, though, the receiver was too busy to notice. Followed by a bit of juice, the low effort drinks were done. He scootched the cup over to Andrew, smiling internally while putting on his poker face on the outside. He'd decided that any other night would be too late; tonight is when he would pursue his love. No backing out like last nights, no hesitating. Just accomplishment. "I hope you didn't try going easy on me, seriously. I'm no kid." He laughed, Ivan nervously chuckled along with him, Andrew ignored his behavior and took a drink. His eyes widened at the strength of it. Ivan watched, his lips curling into a smile. "Hey, you didn't want me to go easy. I gave you what I have." He snickered, his lies were all too believable. Obviously his friend didn't question him for a moment. Still, he finished his drink first. Trying to impress him. Andrew's face heated up and scrunched as the drink traveled through him, it was not pleasant in the slightest. "Eugghh... see? Handled.." Ivan downed his own. He knew it wouldn't be quite enough to get him messed up as it would be for Andrew, Ivan drank quite the bit in his free time; and was just as bad when he was younger. He was basically immune to hangovers, hadn't had one since he was sixteen. "How do you just.. drink with no reaction..??" the yellow robloxian didn't seem to fond of Ivan's alcohol tolerance, it was basically impossible for Andrew to ever not make a face. Ivan just laughed, shaking his head and shrugging. The other gagged, feeling sick from immediately chugging down basically eight ounces of straight booze. "You alright?" he tilted his head, looking over to his dear Andy, he didn't want him to pass out, no, not now. He just wanted a little fun with the struggle before he gave up. "I'm... fine? I think.. I don't know, things are fading in and out right now."
"Hah, yeah.. alcohol'll do that to you.." Ivan's words were weird, like a stalking wolf trying to prey on a smaller dog. His mannerisms didn't sit right with Andrew, he figured it was just the drink giving him anxiety, but, still. The overwhelming feeling of creepiness was enough to shake him to his core. "Ivan..?" Andrew asked, fidgeting with his shaky hands. This sensation felt.. weird. Good!... Bad...? It kept shifting for him, he couldn't place what his feelings were telling him.
[Current song: Empathy - Crystal Castles]
Andrew's mind raced, he's never felt like.. whatever this was before. His eyes shakily met Ivan's, to which he responded with a smile. "What's wrong..? You didn't want me to sell you short. And you got what you want. Don't be mad..." Ivan's cold demeanor surfaced. Andrew should've known that he wasn't a safe person to be not-sober around. Andrew got up, walking to the bathroom. "Just.. give me a moment, I need a moment." He rushed, walking as fast as he could without dragging attention to himself. His hunter had played this game multiple times, but no matter what...
He always got his meal.
Ivan followed behind him, Andrew shut the door in an instant, locking it quicker than he could reach for the knob. He kneeled over the toilet, his mind racing. This was no normal intoxication, no.. no. Something was.. off. Ivan laughed to himself, shaking his head, and fidgeting with the knob. "Fine! Fine... let me know when you're ready." The look on his face said it all. Zero empathy, pure euphoria. Ivan put the Rohypnol bottle back into the cabinet, sitting on the couch. Andrew retched and heaved, but nothing came out. He wanted this to stop, but he couldn't ruin New Year's... no, he had to suck it up. Flushing the spit that dribbled out of his open mouth, he made his way back to the living room. Splaying on the couch defeatedly. "Better?" the grey one asked, his voice laced with a sarcastic compassion. The other simply shook his head, he had no fight in him. Smiling at the spaced one, Ivan advanced. He waited for the perfect second.. it was just about to set midnight... three.. two.. one...
Happy new year. And with that, marked their first kiss. Their lips met, Andrew huffed, Ivan silenced him. All that could be heard were the weak struggles of the drunk one. Andrew actually didn't mind this, it was.. nice. Not the greatest moment, but it's not like it wasn't a good feeling. That was until, Ivan became hungrier. His gentle touch turned into an aggressive hold, his loving lips became violent, and his tongue didn't stop. Andrew clutched his back as a signal to stop, but he wasn't done yet. What did he care? No toy is put down until its purpose is served. He continued, Ivan's lips finally let go, and there began the worst of it all. He began to bite his neck, hard enough to penetrate, soft enough to not cause permanent damage. He yelped, shivering, weakly swinging his fists into his back, but nothing worked. Ivan dug his nails into Andrew's shoulders, his movement stopped, struggling in tar could only get you deeper, afterall. Tears welled up in his eyes, he closed them tight, hoping it would all end.
But he wasn't done yet. Ivan knocked him over onto the couch, his hands freely roaming along his torso. Andrew shook his head, trying to reason. His drunk mumbles strained, and pleaded. "Ivan, Ivan.. no, Ivan... please, Ivan..." He was met with a manic laugh. Andrew hated that laugh. It send shivers down his spine, it was like it was from a horror movie. It was repulsing. His hands moved back down, fumbling and fidgeting with the belt, finally being able to remove the strain keeping him away from what remained of Andrew's purity. The tears could only fall, that was the only defense he had. He dragged his pants down to his ankles, whereas he unzipped his own. He pulled his boxers down with his teeth, like a sick attempt at being erotic. He stared at his prize, admiring the genitalia of his dear, dearest Andrew. He propped his legs up, spitting on his fingers, and rubbing the substance around. The toy gripped the couch, wincing and whining before anything could be given to him. Slowly, Ivan inserted his middle finger, moving it around gently. He always bit his nails, making it perfect for this occasion. Andrew held his breath, hitching his oxygen absorption from moment to moment, this was the worst. Sensation. Ever. Ivan's finger slicked in and out, prepping the bottom for what was yet to come. His pointer was added into the mix, this was the breaking point. He squealed, whining and biting his bottom lip, he felt dirty for being needy. As if his body was betraying him, an erection grew. He wasn't enjoying it one bit, but there was no solution to the problem.
Ivan smirked, picking his pace up. Andrew arched his back, gasping and huffing. "Fffuh.. ff..?? Iv.. hhuh.." His stumbles and stutters excited Ivan, he was adorable. The drunk slur barely able to contain himself, he took his penis from the slit in his boxers. It was almost as if he was reluctant to put in any effort. He drew his fingers back, causing Andrew to wince. He didn’t actually care if he was ready or not, he was going to please himself now, anyway. Lifting his waist, he lined himself up, slowly inserting his dick into his lover. Andrew clutched harder into the plush fabric of the couch, turning his head away with his eyes shut. He hoped that Ivan would just disappear, that he would open them and this would all be over, that it was all just a bad dream. [Current song: Lolil0 0ps - Goreshit] Ivan reached for his chin, forcing him to face him. If he wasn’t going to look, he’d atleast want to see him… he started thrusting, moving his hand down from his face to his neck. Squeezing lightly. Not enough to cause a blackout, but enough to make him choke and sputter a little. Andrew’s confused groans filled the quiet apartment. This was anything but romantic, this was pure lust and harm. Ivan always dreamed of a night like this.. and yet for someone who wanted it so bad, his effort was so minimal. You’d even think he hated him from how cruel this was. “Iv…hhnn..!” Andrew’s penis twitched and jumped, followed by white ropes of cum being shot out. It was still all too early.. maybe the alcohol had lowered his tolerance by a factor. Ivan took his free hand to use his thumb to wipe if off of his chest, licking it. Unintentionally enough, this only made him more feral. He let go of his neck, causing the chubbier one to gasp for air, he feared that if he opened his eyes, the worst would happen. Ivan’s thrusts continued and became even sloppier, his waist clashing with Andrew’s butt made such a sinful sound, he moved like an animal, or moreso a monster. A vile, sick, monster. He curled his back, touching forehead to forehead with him. He wanted to be closer.. he NEEDED to be closer.. helpessly humping his toy like this was pure gratification, his lips found themselves upon Andrew’s again, still the same greedy pace. He already had enough of this, but god.. did Ivan have some crazy stamina. The air smelled of alcohol and sweat. With a hint of Andrew’s nice cologne. He wore it today for him, but, it seems like he was too self indulgent to even notice something as simple as that. The bottom’s helpess moans and whines were really what sent the top over edge. It exemplified the experience. They went without waste, as he made his final switch in pace. This was as fast as his buzzed body would let him go, and it was better than his hand, anyway. “Ffffuckk.. I love you, IloveyouIloveyouAndrewww…” He stammered, both of his hands were placed on the couch on either side of the other’s head. His penis jolted inside, finally releasing his product of admiration. These words changed Andrew’s judgment a lot. He was a fool, he opened his weak eyes to stare at Ivan, he was always a sucker for the minimal times where Ivan seemed to actually care, actually feel what he felt, and that’s what made him so easy. Anything could be solved with a little mind game run by him. That’s how it’s been in the past; and Andrew had yet to pick this trope up. Unwinding himself from this odd position, Ivan grabbed the napkin on the table, wiping semen off of the both of them. He put their bottoms back into place, and turned off the TV. Leaving him alone on the couch after all of that. He disappeared into his room. ‘He said he loved me…..’ Andrew thought, replaying his statement over and over in his head. ‘I love him too..’ he responded to himself, uhanding the couch in a relaxed manner. Ivan didn’t think too much of what he said. He was ‘drunk’, afterall.