[fanfic] Finally, I delurk!
Title: This Cannot be Good
Author: sayasama
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character/Pairing: Russia/Latvia, some England and Sealand on the side.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Teacher!Russia, Student!Latvia. Use of human names. Kirkland abuse. un-beta'd.
Summary: There are plenty of reasons why they shouldn't, but the one reason they should is more important.
A/N: Hello my favorite community~! So, originally this thing was big and planned out and written in a normal way. The whole Baltic trio was gonna be there along with Su-san and Finland and it was gonna be a detailed AU.
...And then I decided I liked this way better :D
The story is told twice, once from Ivan's perspective, and once from Raivis'. Enjoy~!
Ivan Side
001.
“So why are you here?”
“E-excessive t-ta-tardiness.”
Excessive tardiness? Students aren’t usually assigned to detention with the Mr. Ivan Braginski for tardiness. Excessive must be an understatement. Strange, the kid looks like a good student, not the kind who’d be late so often as to get him for detention.
Well, at least it seems like the big-and-scary routine isn’t necessary. The boy looks scared enough as it is. He’s shaking, even.
“What did you say your name was again?”
“Raivis. Ra-Raivis Galante, sir.”
002.
“You take Russian?” Perhaps Ivan should give the boy more warning next time he decides to speak; Raivis damn near jumps out of his skins and seat at the sound of Ivan’s accented English coming from over him.
“Y-yes…F-first year…” The boy squirms a bit, his hand moves to cover shakily-written Cyrillic. Of course it looks shaky, the boy is still trembling.
“Do you need help? I teach it third year.”
Even though he offers, he doesn’t really expect it when Raivis accepts his help.
003.
Tutoring becomes a normal thing after that first meeting, which is strange because Raivis seems endlessly afraid of him (though he has it on reliable authority that the shaking is, in fact, a medical condition). Still, most students don’t go out of their way to come to his class and pay him a visit. It isn’t a bad thing, but Ivan has to wonder at it all the same; mice rarely befriend lions, after all.
“So I co-conjugate it like this, r-right?” Raivis points out the answer in question. Ivan allows himself a rare, real smile when he sees it; the boy is improving so quickly.
“Exactly right.” For a minute Raivis stares as though he’s seeing something incredible. Ivan’s a little confused, but keeps his questions to himself. Then Raivis returns his smile with one of his own timid, equally rare ones.
Ivan doesn’t quite realize the trouble he’s in when he thinks that smile is cute.
004.
“How do you manage to be so excessively tardy, anyway? Don’t you have a roommate who’s supposed to look after you?” Not to say Ivan cares why Raivis is here: detention, tutoring, it makes no difference to them.
“Ah…” Raivis flushes a furious pink and fixes his eyes on his hands. “I w-wake up…violently. My r-roommate gave up on me after I, uh, br-broke his nose.”
“Oh.” Oh. Who’d have thought those small little fists could cause such damage? Certainly not Ivan. He’s starting to get curious about just how different the boy is in the mornings. This curiosity cannot possibly be headed anywhere good, but he indulges it nonetheless.
005.
“It’s raining quite heavily.”
Raivis nods in agreement as he pulls his hood over his head. “Y-yeah.” He looks to be dreading his walk back to the dorms; they’re a good twenty minutes away by foot. He seems to be dawdling and for a moment Ivan can’t decide if it’s because of the rain or because he wants to say something.
Well, there is one easy solution to both problems.
“Would you like a ride to the dorms?” A warning goes off in his head, saying he shouldn’t be doing this because he’s putting his job and reputation at risk but-
--Well, when that face looks up at you with such a grateful smile, what else can you do?
006.
“My younger brother said he saw you drop his friend off at the dorms.” Mr. Arthur Kirkland. English Literature teacher. Known for being a hardass and a Shakespeare fanboy. They have a strange relationship based on favors and debts.
“Look, I’m only saying this for your own good,” Arthur says as he rubs at his left temple, “moves like that will get you fired. Think about that before you get too close to a student.”
Perhaps it is out of spite that Ivan brings up a certain American student who had just graduated the year before.
007.
“I-I’m so so-sorry you got into tro-trouble because of me!” Apparently, Raivis’ friend is an information current that flows both ways. “H-he was waiting fo-for me to get home and s-saw you drive in...”
“It’s alright; the whole thing was just a misunderstanding.” Ivan says this, but he’s still burning with an odd anger that he doesn’t understand, and perhaps there’s jealousy, too, but he’s not going to acknowledge being jealous of Raivis’ little friend.
He pats the boy’s head not because he wants to touch his hair, but because the boy is very nearly crying and needs some reassurance. Obviously. That he is still petting the boy long after he calms down and they’re just sitting in two student desks-- that is only continued assurance, of course.
008.
“It would be best if you kept your nose in your books and out of my business, don’t you think?” Ivan is using his height to his advantage here, and it seems to be working, to an extent.
“Look, it’s not uncommon for teachers to stay after with students, but you can’t be in a room alone together!” Arthur hasn’t taken this higher yet though he knows there are in fact rules and laws backing up his statement and he really should. Probably just returning a favor that’s long past due. He most likely never will, either, but if he keeps this up Ivan might end up thinking he’s really doing something wrong (which he’s not, damnit. He hasn’t and surely he won’t).
“Is that the pot calling the kettle black, Kirkland?” The other man lets out an infuriated hiss at the question, the accusation, but he backs down nonetheless. Ivan thinks the retreat has something to do with the way he was looming over the other with as much of an intimidating air as he could muster.
009.
An entire week passes where Ivan sees neither hide nor hair of his young pupil. But at the end of the week the boy walks into his classroom meekly, his eyes to the floor. Ivan sees the sickly yellowed remnants of a black eye and bruised knuckles. Ivan knows there’s something wrong with him when he feels a personal anger over these injuries.
“S-sorry for not telling you I wouldn’t be co-coming this week.” Ivan disregards the apology as he lifts a frail-looking hand to inspect it.
“What has happened to you, little Raivis?” Sadness and anger seep into the boy’s expression when the topic is brought up and for some reason it is both frightening and painful to behold. Raivis should never look like that.
“He-he went too far…! With what he said, he went to-too far! I didn’t mean to, but…” Ah, so Raivis was the aggressor in this case. Ivan wonders at the thought.
He looks toward the door, making sure it is closed before pulling the child to him in a one-armed embrace, his other hand holding Raivis’ bruised knuckles close to his lips. He feels a little hand fist into his clothes.
‘This is not good,’ he thinks, but it’s not enough to make him let go.
010.
They are in a classroom that locks from the outside where anyone can walk in on them, but no one will because no one bothers Ivan Braginski after school unless something dire has happened. Ivan starts to think that Arthur would not hesitate to report him now if he caught them like this, but the thought leaves before it is fully formed.
This looks bad because Raivis is in his lap, kissing him and they are far too close for this to be school appropriate, but it’s not nearly so bad as their position would imply. Though when he finally, finally gets a taste of the lips he’s denied wanting for so long, he realizes this could very quickly become as bad as it seems. And maybe, maybe it won’t get out of hand, but maybe they should move this to somewhere it can; his car in an abandoned lot, his apartment, somewhere-
But then all rational thoughts are wiped from his mind as Raivis does the unexpected and licks his lower lip-timidly, just a little, but that’s all it takes. The oblivion that follows is more than welcome.
Raivis side:
001.
Raivis is shaking worse than usual. He always shakes, but this is just ridiculous. He’s heard horror stories about the guy he’s been assigned to detention with, Mr. Braginski. He can summarize all of them with one sentence: He will eat you alive. It’s no small wonder he’s nervous.
“So why are you here?” Huh, that is quite the childish voice for someone so big.
“E-excessive t-ta-tardiness.” An eyebrow is raised in curiosity, but they fall into silence all the same.
002.
“You take Russian?” Raivis feels his heart stop for a moment before it starts beating without rhythm against his ribcage. Such a huge person has no right to move so silently. He focuses his eyes on the shaky Cyrillic he’s written.
“Y-yes…F-first year…”
“Do you need help? I teach it third year.” Huh? Raivis isn’t sure what he is expecting, but it isn’t this. It’s kind of him to offer though, so while Raivis is still a bit afraid he accepts the help anyway.
003.
By the third or forth tutoring session, Raivis is used to Mr. Braginski. He still shakes a bit, but he’s never had much control over that in the first place. Ivan is kind in a distant, strangely careful way, but kindness is kindness and it suits the man nicely.
“So I co-conjugate it like this, r-right?” He shows Mr. Braginski his response and hopes it’s correct; he doesn’t want to disappoint him after all the help he’s given.
Something in his chest squeezes tightly when he sees a smile forming on the older man’s lips, hears him say the answer is right. It is kind and quiet the same way Mr. Braginski is, the way he is when only Raivis is around.
Raivis doesn’t even realize it when he smiles back.
004.
“How do you manage to be so excessively tardy, anyway? Don’t you have a roommate who’s supposed to look after you?” Raivis flushes at the question; today he’s here for detention again, not for tutoring. He hopes it doesn’t change the teacher’s opinion of him in a bad way.
“Ah…” How should he answer such a thing? “I w-wake up…violently. My r-roommate gave up on me after I, uh, br-broke his nose.” It’s embarrassing to admit this; he wonders why he does so easily. He could have lied. Why hadn’t he?
“Oh.” Mr. Braginski looks oddly amused by the thought. Raivis spends the rest of their time together marveling at the strange new light in the other’s eyes.
005.
“It’s raining quite heavily.”
“Y-yeah.” It certainly is and Raivis is not looking forward to the walk home. He looks over to Ivan and thinks maybe… But no, it’d be rude to ask and teachers aren’t supposed to do that anyway, are they? Even so he can’t help but think that if he waits long enough, he’ll get what he wants.
And then just like that, he does.
“Would you like a ride to the dorms?” Raivis nods enthusiastically. He feels oddly bubbly the entire ride home, sitting in the passenger seat of the little car that is at odds with Ivan’s size.
006.
Peter is sitting on the dorm steps, waiting for him. He is of course delighted to see his best friend but the feeling fades when he sees the suspicion in Peter’s eyes.
“My jerk of an older brother told me that teachers aren’t supposed to give kids rides unless they’re related.”
Suddenly, Raivis feels defensive.
“There’s n-nothing wrong with it. It was a five-minute ride. I ju-just didn’t want to walk i-in the rain.” Despite the stuttering, the words come out oddly strong.
“You’re spending a lot of time with that guy, it’s not normal!”
“Yes it is.”
“No, it’s not.”
Raivis’ hands clench into fists in anger. “I-I think you should go now.”
007.
Raivis is not feeling forgiving when a guilty Peter admits that his brother confronted Ivan about the car ride home. He’s too worried to be angry at first, he’s more concerned with Ivan getting in serious trouble because of him, or deciding it’s too risky to see him again. What if Ivan doesn’t want to see him anymore? What if he gets fired for it?
But Ivan assures him otherwise. “It’s alright; the whole thing was just a misunderstanding.” When Ivan’s big hand (really big, and warm and a little awkward) smooths over his hair, he can’t help but lean into it. He’s thankful that hand doesn’t leave him even as he sits down. He’s not really sure how long he sits there with his head down while long fingers comb through his hair, but he doesn’t really care, either.
008.
“I-I’m just worried! You’re spending too much time with this guy and it makes no sense! He’s a creepy old man for goodness’ sake!”
There’s something dangerous moving in Raivis, something he wants to keep down but can’t. Peter’s too upset, and misses his only hint that something is going to go very wrong, very soon.
“What’s so strange about it?”
“He’s a teacher and twice your age and even brother says he’s terrifying-“ Peter looks like he’s had an epiphany and his expression goes from angry to deeply concerned.
“You’re point?” Raivis has to ask, to be sure that Peter deserves it when-
“He’s not threatening you into anything, is he?”
--He punches him square in the gut, and Peter falls back, the wind knocked out of him.
“Yo-you idiot! He hasn’t done a thing to me! No-not a damn thing…!” Raivis wishes that were untrue, it shows in his eyes.
009.
In the end, Raivis is glad that Peter got a few good hits in himself; he’d feel guilty if he hadn’t fought back. But he can’t let Ivan see his face like this, the man would worry (wouldn’t he?) But after his skin goes through the spectrum of colors, he decides it’s time to go and apologize for his unannounced absence.
“S-sorry for not telling you I wouldn’t be co-coming this week.” Ivan doesn’t seem to hear him as he traces the edges of the bruise with his thumb.
“What has happened to you, little Raivis?” He melts a bit at the special way Ivan calls him, but it doesn’t wash away his upset feelings. He shouldn’t have gotten violent with Peter, his friend was just looking out for him, but, but he--
“He-he went too far…! With what he said, he went to-too far! I didn’t mean to, but…” But he snapped and Mr. Kirkland had not even allowed him to see Peter long enough to apologize after that.
He feels overwhelmed when Ivan wraps one strong arm around his waist and feels the warmth of Ivan’s breath on his knuckles. There are bare millimeters between his hand and the other’s lips. Raivis wonders if the distance will be closed, fists his free hand in the front of Ivan’s shirt, hoping to convey his wish without words.
010.
He isn’t sure if he tripped into this position, was pulled in, or chose it himself, but he likes the way he fits in Ivan’s lap all the same. He likes how his small hands fit in Ivan’s large ones and how their mouths fit together just so and he just likes all of it. He faintly wonders what Peter would do if he walked in on them now? But the thought is indeed faint and he forgets all about it with his next breath.
None of that matters though. Right now what matters is that Ivan isn’t stopping this so it must be okay to continue, right? His hormone-addled brain says that’s right. Still, nerves come as naturally to him as his impulses, so his advance is timid. For a moment Ivan freezes and so does Raivis’ heart, but a moment later he can taste Ivan’s surprise and amusement. When Ivan’s hands slip away from his own and onto his hips, Raivis knows he has nothing to worry about and let’s himself submit to his baser instincts.
Author: sayasama
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character/Pairing: Russia/Latvia, some England and Sealand on the side.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Teacher!Russia, Student!Latvia. Use of human names. Kirkland abuse. un-beta'd.
Summary: There are plenty of reasons why they shouldn't, but the one reason they should is more important.
A/N: Hello my favorite community~! So, originally this thing was big and planned out and written in a normal way. The whole Baltic trio was gonna be there along with Su-san and Finland and it was gonna be a detailed AU.
...And then I decided I liked this way better :D
The story is told twice, once from Ivan's perspective, and once from Raivis'. Enjoy~!
Ivan Side
001.
“So why are you here?”
“E-excessive t-ta-tardiness.”
Excessive tardiness? Students aren’t usually assigned to detention with the Mr. Ivan Braginski for tardiness. Excessive must be an understatement. Strange, the kid looks like a good student, not the kind who’d be late so often as to get him for detention.
Well, at least it seems like the big-and-scary routine isn’t necessary. The boy looks scared enough as it is. He’s shaking, even.
“What did you say your name was again?”
“Raivis. Ra-Raivis Galante, sir.”
002.
“You take Russian?” Perhaps Ivan should give the boy more warning next time he decides to speak; Raivis damn near jumps out of his skins and seat at the sound of Ivan’s accented English coming from over him.
“Y-yes…F-first year…” The boy squirms a bit, his hand moves to cover shakily-written Cyrillic. Of course it looks shaky, the boy is still trembling.
“Do you need help? I teach it third year.”
Even though he offers, he doesn’t really expect it when Raivis accepts his help.
003.
Tutoring becomes a normal thing after that first meeting, which is strange because Raivis seems endlessly afraid of him (though he has it on reliable authority that the shaking is, in fact, a medical condition). Still, most students don’t go out of their way to come to his class and pay him a visit. It isn’t a bad thing, but Ivan has to wonder at it all the same; mice rarely befriend lions, after all.
“So I co-conjugate it like this, r-right?” Raivis points out the answer in question. Ivan allows himself a rare, real smile when he sees it; the boy is improving so quickly.
“Exactly right.” For a minute Raivis stares as though he’s seeing something incredible. Ivan’s a little confused, but keeps his questions to himself. Then Raivis returns his smile with one of his own timid, equally rare ones.
Ivan doesn’t quite realize the trouble he’s in when he thinks that smile is cute.
004.
“How do you manage to be so excessively tardy, anyway? Don’t you have a roommate who’s supposed to look after you?” Not to say Ivan cares why Raivis is here: detention, tutoring, it makes no difference to them.
“Ah…” Raivis flushes a furious pink and fixes his eyes on his hands. “I w-wake up…violently. My r-roommate gave up on me after I, uh, br-broke his nose.”
“Oh.” Oh. Who’d have thought those small little fists could cause such damage? Certainly not Ivan. He’s starting to get curious about just how different the boy is in the mornings. This curiosity cannot possibly be headed anywhere good, but he indulges it nonetheless.
005.
“It’s raining quite heavily.”
Raivis nods in agreement as he pulls his hood over his head. “Y-yeah.” He looks to be dreading his walk back to the dorms; they’re a good twenty minutes away by foot. He seems to be dawdling and for a moment Ivan can’t decide if it’s because of the rain or because he wants to say something.
Well, there is one easy solution to both problems.
“Would you like a ride to the dorms?” A warning goes off in his head, saying he shouldn’t be doing this because he’s putting his job and reputation at risk but-
--Well, when that face looks up at you with such a grateful smile, what else can you do?
006.
“My younger brother said he saw you drop his friend off at the dorms.” Mr. Arthur Kirkland. English Literature teacher. Known for being a hardass and a Shakespeare fanboy. They have a strange relationship based on favors and debts.
“Look, I’m only saying this for your own good,” Arthur says as he rubs at his left temple, “moves like that will get you fired. Think about that before you get too close to a student.”
Perhaps it is out of spite that Ivan brings up a certain American student who had just graduated the year before.
007.
“I-I’m so so-sorry you got into tro-trouble because of me!” Apparently, Raivis’ friend is an information current that flows both ways. “H-he was waiting fo-for me to get home and s-saw you drive in...”
“It’s alright; the whole thing was just a misunderstanding.” Ivan says this, but he’s still burning with an odd anger that he doesn’t understand, and perhaps there’s jealousy, too, but he’s not going to acknowledge being jealous of Raivis’ little friend.
He pats the boy’s head not because he wants to touch his hair, but because the boy is very nearly crying and needs some reassurance. Obviously. That he is still petting the boy long after he calms down and they’re just sitting in two student desks-- that is only continued assurance, of course.
008.
“It would be best if you kept your nose in your books and out of my business, don’t you think?” Ivan is using his height to his advantage here, and it seems to be working, to an extent.
“Look, it’s not uncommon for teachers to stay after with students, but you can’t be in a room alone together!” Arthur hasn’t taken this higher yet though he knows there are in fact rules and laws backing up his statement and he really should. Probably just returning a favor that’s long past due. He most likely never will, either, but if he keeps this up Ivan might end up thinking he’s really doing something wrong (which he’s not, damnit. He hasn’t and surely he won’t).
“Is that the pot calling the kettle black, Kirkland?” The other man lets out an infuriated hiss at the question, the accusation, but he backs down nonetheless. Ivan thinks the retreat has something to do with the way he was looming over the other with as much of an intimidating air as he could muster.
009.
An entire week passes where Ivan sees neither hide nor hair of his young pupil. But at the end of the week the boy walks into his classroom meekly, his eyes to the floor. Ivan sees the sickly yellowed remnants of a black eye and bruised knuckles. Ivan knows there’s something wrong with him when he feels a personal anger over these injuries.
“S-sorry for not telling you I wouldn’t be co-coming this week.” Ivan disregards the apology as he lifts a frail-looking hand to inspect it.
“What has happened to you, little Raivis?” Sadness and anger seep into the boy’s expression when the topic is brought up and for some reason it is both frightening and painful to behold. Raivis should never look like that.
“He-he went too far…! With what he said, he went to-too far! I didn’t mean to, but…” Ah, so Raivis was the aggressor in this case. Ivan wonders at the thought.
He looks toward the door, making sure it is closed before pulling the child to him in a one-armed embrace, his other hand holding Raivis’ bruised knuckles close to his lips. He feels a little hand fist into his clothes.
‘This is not good,’ he thinks, but it’s not enough to make him let go.
010.
They are in a classroom that locks from the outside where anyone can walk in on them, but no one will because no one bothers Ivan Braginski after school unless something dire has happened. Ivan starts to think that Arthur would not hesitate to report him now if he caught them like this, but the thought leaves before it is fully formed.
This looks bad because Raivis is in his lap, kissing him and they are far too close for this to be school appropriate, but it’s not nearly so bad as their position would imply. Though when he finally, finally gets a taste of the lips he’s denied wanting for so long, he realizes this could very quickly become as bad as it seems. And maybe, maybe it won’t get out of hand, but maybe they should move this to somewhere it can; his car in an abandoned lot, his apartment, somewhere-
But then all rational thoughts are wiped from his mind as Raivis does the unexpected and licks his lower lip-timidly, just a little, but that’s all it takes. The oblivion that follows is more than welcome.
Raivis side:
001.
Raivis is shaking worse than usual. He always shakes, but this is just ridiculous. He’s heard horror stories about the guy he’s been assigned to detention with, Mr. Braginski. He can summarize all of them with one sentence: He will eat you alive. It’s no small wonder he’s nervous.
“So why are you here?” Huh, that is quite the childish voice for someone so big.
“E-excessive t-ta-tardiness.” An eyebrow is raised in curiosity, but they fall into silence all the same.
002.
“You take Russian?” Raivis feels his heart stop for a moment before it starts beating without rhythm against his ribcage. Such a huge person has no right to move so silently. He focuses his eyes on the shaky Cyrillic he’s written.
“Y-yes…F-first year…”
“Do you need help? I teach it third year.” Huh? Raivis isn’t sure what he is expecting, but it isn’t this. It’s kind of him to offer though, so while Raivis is still a bit afraid he accepts the help anyway.
003.
By the third or forth tutoring session, Raivis is used to Mr. Braginski. He still shakes a bit, but he’s never had much control over that in the first place. Ivan is kind in a distant, strangely careful way, but kindness is kindness and it suits the man nicely.
“So I co-conjugate it like this, r-right?” He shows Mr. Braginski his response and hopes it’s correct; he doesn’t want to disappoint him after all the help he’s given.
Something in his chest squeezes tightly when he sees a smile forming on the older man’s lips, hears him say the answer is right. It is kind and quiet the same way Mr. Braginski is, the way he is when only Raivis is around.
Raivis doesn’t even realize it when he smiles back.
004.
“How do you manage to be so excessively tardy, anyway? Don’t you have a roommate who’s supposed to look after you?” Raivis flushes at the question; today he’s here for detention again, not for tutoring. He hopes it doesn’t change the teacher’s opinion of him in a bad way.
“Ah…” How should he answer such a thing? “I w-wake up…violently. My r-roommate gave up on me after I, uh, br-broke his nose.” It’s embarrassing to admit this; he wonders why he does so easily. He could have lied. Why hadn’t he?
“Oh.” Mr. Braginski looks oddly amused by the thought. Raivis spends the rest of their time together marveling at the strange new light in the other’s eyes.
005.
“It’s raining quite heavily.”
“Y-yeah.” It certainly is and Raivis is not looking forward to the walk home. He looks over to Ivan and thinks maybe… But no, it’d be rude to ask and teachers aren’t supposed to do that anyway, are they? Even so he can’t help but think that if he waits long enough, he’ll get what he wants.
And then just like that, he does.
“Would you like a ride to the dorms?” Raivis nods enthusiastically. He feels oddly bubbly the entire ride home, sitting in the passenger seat of the little car that is at odds with Ivan’s size.
006.
Peter is sitting on the dorm steps, waiting for him. He is of course delighted to see his best friend but the feeling fades when he sees the suspicion in Peter’s eyes.
“My jerk of an older brother told me that teachers aren’t supposed to give kids rides unless they’re related.”
Suddenly, Raivis feels defensive.
“There’s n-nothing wrong with it. It was a five-minute ride. I ju-just didn’t want to walk i-in the rain.” Despite the stuttering, the words come out oddly strong.
“You’re spending a lot of time with that guy, it’s not normal!”
“Yes it is.”
“No, it’s not.”
Raivis’ hands clench into fists in anger. “I-I think you should go now.”
007.
Raivis is not feeling forgiving when a guilty Peter admits that his brother confronted Ivan about the car ride home. He’s too worried to be angry at first, he’s more concerned with Ivan getting in serious trouble because of him, or deciding it’s too risky to see him again. What if Ivan doesn’t want to see him anymore? What if he gets fired for it?
But Ivan assures him otherwise. “It’s alright; the whole thing was just a misunderstanding.” When Ivan’s big hand (really big, and warm and a little awkward) smooths over his hair, he can’t help but lean into it. He’s thankful that hand doesn’t leave him even as he sits down. He’s not really sure how long he sits there with his head down while long fingers comb through his hair, but he doesn’t really care, either.
008.
“I-I’m just worried! You’re spending too much time with this guy and it makes no sense! He’s a creepy old man for goodness’ sake!”
There’s something dangerous moving in Raivis, something he wants to keep down but can’t. Peter’s too upset, and misses his only hint that something is going to go very wrong, very soon.
“What’s so strange about it?”
“He’s a teacher and twice your age and even brother says he’s terrifying-“ Peter looks like he’s had an epiphany and his expression goes from angry to deeply concerned.
“You’re point?” Raivis has to ask, to be sure that Peter deserves it when-
“He’s not threatening you into anything, is he?”
--He punches him square in the gut, and Peter falls back, the wind knocked out of him.
“Yo-you idiot! He hasn’t done a thing to me! No-not a damn thing…!” Raivis wishes that were untrue, it shows in his eyes.
009.
In the end, Raivis is glad that Peter got a few good hits in himself; he’d feel guilty if he hadn’t fought back. But he can’t let Ivan see his face like this, the man would worry (wouldn’t he?) But after his skin goes through the spectrum of colors, he decides it’s time to go and apologize for his unannounced absence.
“S-sorry for not telling you I wouldn’t be co-coming this week.” Ivan doesn’t seem to hear him as he traces the edges of the bruise with his thumb.
“What has happened to you, little Raivis?” He melts a bit at the special way Ivan calls him, but it doesn’t wash away his upset feelings. He shouldn’t have gotten violent with Peter, his friend was just looking out for him, but, but he--
“He-he went too far…! With what he said, he went to-too far! I didn’t mean to, but…” But he snapped and Mr. Kirkland had not even allowed him to see Peter long enough to apologize after that.
He feels overwhelmed when Ivan wraps one strong arm around his waist and feels the warmth of Ivan’s breath on his knuckles. There are bare millimeters between his hand and the other’s lips. Raivis wonders if the distance will be closed, fists his free hand in the front of Ivan’s shirt, hoping to convey his wish without words.
010.
He isn’t sure if he tripped into this position, was pulled in, or chose it himself, but he likes the way he fits in Ivan’s lap all the same. He likes how his small hands fit in Ivan’s large ones and how their mouths fit together just so and he just likes all of it. He faintly wonders what Peter would do if he walked in on them now? But the thought is indeed faint and he forgets all about it with his next breath.
None of that matters though. Right now what matters is that Ivan isn’t stopping this so it must be okay to continue, right? His hormone-addled brain says that’s right. Still, nerves come as naturally to him as his impulses, so his advance is timid. For a moment Ivan freezes and so does Raivis’ heart, but a moment later he can taste Ivan’s surprise and amusement. When Ivan’s hands slip away from his own and onto his hips, Raivis knows he has nothing to worry about and let’s himself submit to his baser instincts.