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Chapter 3: Who Knew Heaven Is A Place On Earth?

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Thank you to everyone that has treated me so kindly in the comments. This is for every one of you that took time out of your day to share what you loved (and hated) about this "make them happy" challenge. Particularly: Dreamsdark, Xianxianisthree, and original_name_here. This is a short epilogue that I wrote while very sick but I hope that everyone can see how much your thoughts mean to me.

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“Ivan, look!” The little girl called out in excitement.

 

Looking up over his shoulder from where he sat in the dirt surrounded by children and their teachers all creating shadow art by placing various pieces of trash and foliage on construction paper, Ivan blinked with an owlish smile as he tried to spot where the voice had come from. Such a silly little activity with nearly no practical purpose, exactly like children should be doing. Ivan hadn’t been planning on coming outside for this field trip but it was hard to say no to twenty children and their assigned adults all standing outside of his door with big, pleading eyes. He didn’t know why they liked him so much but he would happily give his presence if it somehow made their outing more fun.

 

“What do you have there?” Ivan asked with a smile as he brushed his shaggy bangs out of his eyes.

 

He watched as the little girl ran up to him, all traces of the shyness of her first day of freedom completely gone all these months later. She was a human transformed. As she stopped in front of him with a triumphant bounce, he had to laugh as he wondered what she and her friends would be like as adults. He had been so sure that the damage was already done but these kids had amazed him again and again with their propensity for seeing the best in the world. Perhaps they would be the first generation to heal this diseased reality that still gripped the hearts of every adult in the rebellion.

 

What amazing things would they accomplish without the weight of the horrors of alienkind?

 

“I have– For you!” She announced proudly, thrusting a scrappy flower crown up in the air. The weeds she had woven together were yellow and patchy with long stalks interspersed with hunks of grass and bits of shiny plastics, hardly the bountiful Anakt flower crowns of his childhood, but he loved this gift dearly. This was her world. It was real and imperfect and free.

 

The world he had always wished to gift to the one he held closest to his heart.

 

“It’s beautiful. Can you help me put it on?” Ivan smiled, leaning in with his head bowed to help her reach.

 

“There!”

 

“Thank you, I love it.” Ivan said as he raised his hand to make a half heart next to his cheek while giving what had once been an award winning smile when he had been a fanservice master. The little girl burst into a fit of giggles before wrapping her arms around Ivan’s neck to give him a big hug.

 

“It’s so refreshing to have big brother Ivan with us, isn’t it?” One of the teachers sighed behind him.

 

“Careful, the hawk is watching.”

 

Summoned by those words, Ivan’s favorite voice interrupted his playtime. “Hey.”

 

His head immediately snapped up to meet Till’s teal gaze on him, sensing his displeasure, much to the chagrin of the humans around him. Ivan didn’t mind being looked at like that in the least. Till looked so cute with his lips pursed and his nose slightly scrunched, watching Ivan as if he had just done something naughty. Ivan had done no such thing wrong but he relished the feeling of being in trouble with Till just as he always had. 

 

“Uh, oh, somebody’s in trouble.” 

 

Ivan could only smile as he carefully removed the girl from his arms to pat her head and slowly get up. “Will you take care of my artwork for me? I’ll come back tomorrow with everyone to check up on them... Thank you for the pretty gift. I’ll have to make you something really good, too.” He soothed her.

 

The look that the child shot Till was returned almost like a dirty mirror. So immature of them both to act like they were fighting over a toy.

 

Waving goodbye, Ivan made his way over to Till like a loyal dog returning to his master’s side after exploring the park on his own. Till only rolled his eyes as Ivan entwined their fingers so shamelessly in front of everyone playing outside the base. It was no small victory that he snuck in a little cheek kiss before Till jerked him back inside by their linked hands.

 

Ivan was silent as he was led along back to Till’s room. No sooner was he brought inside than Till was clicking the lock in place just in time for Ivan to press him up against the door to catch his frowning mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that caused fists to ball up in his shirt, tugging him ever closer. Warmth bloomed from the top of his head to the tip of his toes when he felt lips dance with his so wonderfully. He couldn’t help but feel like he was up in the clouds in moments where Till held him like this when they were alone. He didn’t regret spending time with the children at all when he was being loved so dearly for his absence.

 

Till didn’t get to stand on his own much longer. Their kiss broke for only a second when Ivan hooked his hands beneath Till’s thighs to hold Till up as he pressed him harder against the door. All this time later, Ivan had learned exactly how to tell when Till wanted him to make everything feel better. Sometimes it was nothing more than a gaze that lingered a little too long on his hands, letting Ivan know that Till wanted to be touched. Sometimes it was a harsh bark at him when he was playing with children out in the sun that told him to come inside and kiss him breathless. Most often, Till just leaned against his shoulder to keep him close.

 

“Fuck, too fast..!” Till complained breathlessly, even as he clung to Ivan so that he could be carried to the bed.

 

“Last time, you said I was too slow.” 

 

“You– you were spending like an hour licking me!”

 

Ivan adored that flushed, embarrassed face of his as he laid him out below him on the bed. It was clear that Till hadn’t hated a moment of the treatment just by the way his skin turned red and he couldn’t seem to look Ivan in the eyes. That was alright. Ivan was used to Till avoiding his gaze and didn’t regret an ounce of the love he was allowed to openly give to him now. This was his heaven, here in this locked little room full of papers and pet projects left caringly scattered about.

 

“I’ll do it again.” Ivan promised.

 

Leaning down, Ivan dragged Till’s shirt up just enough to tuck himself out of reach so that he could lavish kisses all across his chest and belly with impunity. His skin was hot and slightly sweaty from standing outside with them. Ivan could taste and smell the sweetness of his flesh so much better from inside his hiding spot, filling his entire head with Till’s essence. He wished he could stay here forever but Till was already pulling at his hair hard enough to make him let out a low moan of pleasure.

 

“F-fuck…” Till cursed as he looked at Ivan’s hazy expression, his dripping tongue hanging out of his mouth with no intention of putting it back after being dragged away from his task. “Don’t look at me like that, asshole.”

 

“Like what? What do I look like?” Ivan breathed as he slowly shifted their lower bodies together despite how he kept his head obediently still in that grip.

 

Till shivered at the feeling of Ivan’s prominent erection grinding so teasingly against his own. “Like.. Like a freak…” He stuttered.

 

The older man could only laugh at that accusation, rolling his hips more fully against him now to start drawing pleasured noises out of his lover. “Didn’t you tell me to be more honest with you? Why shouldn’t I look like a freak when my universe whisks me away to his room to make love in the middle of the day?” Ivan teased before biting his lower lip with his little fang when he thrust in just the right way to send a frisson up his spine.

 

“Shut up!”

 

“I don’t want to. I want to use my free will to tell you that I love you until you kiss the breath right out of me.” Ivan husked out with a smirk more self satisfied than any lonely cat could ever achieve.

 

“Shut up, Ivan, I swear I’ll gag you–”

 

“I’ll do it myself with your thing here–”

 

“-- Absolutely not!”

 

“Then, tell me,” Ivan pressed, tugging lightly at that hand in his hair to feel a new sting. “How do you want me?”

 

“I–”

 

Till sucked in a shaky breath before shutting himself up by dragging Ivan by his hair into another demanding kiss that gave them both exactly what they wanted. Ivan felt so breathless and needed as he wrapped his arms around Till to stroke his sides and hold him close, enjoying the hands squeezing his nape and dragging through his hair like Till was desperate to keep him there. Ivan was never going anywhere where Till wasn’t. At least, not for long. His number one goal, even out in the world on the few missions he was allowed on now with his famous mug, was to come home to Till every day. There wasn’t a single thing that could keep him from his side now that he was loved in return.

 

When their kiss finally broke after what seemed like hours, they gazed at each other with nothing but the sound of their labored breathing between them. With Till’s legs wrapped around Ivan’s hips and Ivan’s arms entangled with Till’s, they seemed like one great Gordian Knot. Inseparable. Meant to be one cohesive existence. Never to be disentangled again.

 

“... Want you to use my thighs.” 

 

Ivan’s head spun at that, nearly letting the meaning of the words pass right in one ear and out the other. His thighs. That was so hot that he might swoon. He adored it when Till told him exactly what he wanted from him. He would spend the rest of his life on hand and knee to fulfill every wish that dropped from those slightly chapped lips. There was no better way to grow old and die than here, being looked at like he was a real, loved human.

 

“I love you.” Ivan breathed as his hands began to drag Till’s pants down without hesitation or resistance. The moment he had access, he spread those thighs and bowed his back to lather his skin with a drooling tongue.

 

“Use the– Ivan– Lube!” Till gasped, squeezing his thighs shut right on Ivan’s face to trap him deliciously next to the cock that slowly twitched up to fullness right in front of his nose. How was he to say no to such an offer to reach out and gently guide that blushing organ against his lips?

 

“It tastes bad.” He complained softly against his cock with a pouting face made even more dramatic by his squished cheeks.

 

“You’re not supposed to eat it, dumbass…”

 

“Then let me use my tongue.”

 

“You’re gross, you know that?”

 

“But you love me anyway.” 

 

Till huffed at that, rolling his eyes despite the redness of his cheeks. “Just because I love you doesn’t mean I want your slobber.” He muttered as he reached down to press his erection flush against his belly to get it out of reach of Ivan’s hungry mouth.

 

“You’re so mean to only me.” Ivan accused before holding out his hand expectantly now that he was backed into a corner. 

 

“I’ll squeeze your dick off.”

 

“You can do anything you want to me.”

 

Till clenched his thighs around his head like a vice for just a moment before he released him long enough to roll over and retrieve the dirty tube that they had traded favors for from a scouting group. It had been a steep price, Ivan thought, but it had definitely saved them some aches. It was just the absolute worst brand, really. He had used way better lubes than this. They truly had to slum it down here in the rebel base just to play a little bit.

 

While Till removed the cap, Ivan pulled off his shirt and tossed his pants somewhere into the messy room to be hopefully forgotten for some time. Their exploratory sessions had started to slowly get longer and longer lately as Till became more tolerant of foreplay. It had been Ivan’s great joy over the last year to watch as Till’s body began to fill out more and more. Every added ounce of fat and muscle was a victory in his eyes. Finally, freedom was starting to treat Till the way he deserved.

 

A surprised yelp left Ivan’s lips when he felt a cold, wet hand grasp his cock firmly. His gaze dragged right back down to Till to see him looking right back up at him with a second of worry over his face before it melted away into an overly confident smirk. “You’re too sensitive. Gonna come just from my hand, huh?” Till teased as he started to stroke him to get as much of that cold lube on him as he could. 

 

“Yeah.” Ivan responded shamelessly as he started to massage Till’s inner thighs to repay the stimulation he was receiving. He couldn’t feel his bones anymore without an extra firm squeeze. Perfect. He wished his head was trapped down there again but he could behave long enough to give Till what he asked for first before he started to be selfish.

 

“Freak.” Till accused in return before wiping the last vestiges of lube off on his own thighs before smacking Ivan’s kneading hands away. He didn’t look disapproving in the slightest when he gazed up at him with those expectant eyes.

 

Ivan had never been able to deny him anything.

 

Gently bringing both of Till’s legs up over his shoulder, Ivan started to grind slowly against the slick backs of his thighs to give his love some time to adjust. “Do you want a pillow–” He started to ask before a hand dragged him in by the back of his neck.

 

“I’m not glass! Hurry up and do it already.” Till barked in the very same breath he used to kiss him mercilessly.

 

Wrapping an arm tightly around Till’s knees, he squeezed them tight to keep them as close as possible as he pressed his leaking cock between his thighs until it poked out the other side to rub against Till’s. His flesh felt so hot against his own as he started to thrust deep so that his hips slapped against the back of his thighs every time with a sound so sharp that anyone could hear if they dared to stop too close outside of the door. Once he was steady enough in his rhythm, he let his free hand snake around to stroke Till with sticky fingers to hear him suck in a hissed breath.

 

Ah, his face was even more enchanting in moments like these when Till was flushed and gasping from sensation. It was like he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the man laboring to fuck his trembling thighs, no matter how it seemed to embarrass him. Ivan could understand that. The journey to pleasure had been a strange and long one that he was still working on but he could remember the very first time Till had stubbornly wrested a noise out of him. He had been almost paralyzed with shame and a sense that he had deeply misstepped before Till’s expression had shocked him right out of his fear. Ivan had never seen him look at him like that before. It was nothing like the lust that had once filled the gazes of aliens that wanted to consume him like nothing but cheap meat suitable only for the lower classes after it had been soiled over and over by their betters.

 

No. No, Till looked at him like Ivan had lit a fire deep within his soul. As if he were the burning sky possessing his heart with wonder and love and a scorching need to become one with something so beautiful it consumed your every waking thought.

 

“I-Ivan..!” Till moaned beneath him.

 

His name on those lips made Ivan shiver, jerking him off a little faster to reward him for being so damn delicious. “I hear you. Is this… Is this what you wanted? Tell me everything. Does it feel good?” Ivan breathed.

 

“Yes!” Till returned, arching his back as he clung to Ivan so tightly that Ivan happily thought it might leave marks. “So good… Keep… Keep going. Wanna cum..!”

 

“Let me see it. Please.” Ivan breathed, nodding his head rapidly before he turned to start spreading senseless kisses across his calves while he watched Till fall apart beneath him.

 

It took hardly any time at all before Till was crying out his name again and again as he spilled all over his belly and the pushed up hem of his shirt. The look of pure pleasure across his face was far more than Ivan could bare, sending him right over the edge shortly after with a low whine as he used those warm, slick thighs to milk every last drop. He didn’t feel guilty in the slightest taking in the wonderful sight of his dearest person covered in their mixed semen and think that Till looked incredibly alluring sweaty and sticky with their act of love.

 

“I want to put a baby in you.” Ivan blurted out, spreading his palm flush against Till’s lower belly.

 

Till’s eyes widened for a moment before he went limp against the bed as if in defeat. “You’re such a freak. You were acting all good just so you could say some weird shit like that at the end.” He groaned as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “You know damn well I can’t get pregnant.”

 

“But, if I gave you your own baby, maybe you wouldn’t get so jealous of other kids–” Ivan grinned.

 

“You’re fucked in the head, you know that? I’m not jealous.”

 

“Then why are we in here instead of outside with everyone else?”

 

“Not gonna do this with you outside.”

 

Ivan laughed at that, pressing more firmly on his lower belly. “I’ll make love to you anywhere, any time, any way.” He promised.

 

“Idiot.”

 

“I’m your idiot.”

 

“... You’re my idiot.”

 

Notes:

The prompt was "Ivan is happy". Did we get there?