RussPruss And Shit

He frowned slightly, pushing himself up. "Why do you think I'm an 'asshole'?..." He asked, a little concerned.

"Are you fucking....are you fucking SERIOUS?!" he shouted angrily. "Because you're an asshole!! You teased me mercilessly, you fucking asshole! You break my fucking arms and you made me want to fucking kill myself, you huge, huge assbitch!"

"I...I hurt you that badly?" He furrowed his brow, eyes very nearly welling up.

"Of course you did!" he shouted mercilessly. "You made my life a living fucking hell and if I ever, ever get a chance to make your life even nearly as bad, I will fucking take it."

The dam burst, but he didn't say a single word. He instead smiled, tears streaking his face. "...I... didn't know."

Suddenly, Gilbert was stricken with horrible guilt. He hadn't actually meant any of it...

"No! No, don't fucking cry!" he shouted awkwardly. "I didn't...stop fucking crying!!"

He nodded slightly, smiling very softly and rubbing away the tears. "I... am sorry."

"I...look, I'll do anything, just stop crying!" he crossed his arms, frowning deeply.

"Will you... just let me stay?" He asked, brows furrowing again. He rubbed harder at the tears, making his face redden slightly.

Gilbert just grumbled angrily.

"Fucking fine! Just...don't fucking throw up! Go to bed!!"

Ivan smiled a bit wider at that. "Oh, I won't." He laughed, grabbing his hand.

"I don't believe you!" he snapped. "So just...sleep. On your side so you don't die."

Ivan smiled widely once again, rolling over to his side in answer. "Okay~" He rubbed at his eyes again, irritated by them. "...Can you stay?"

"Stay? No! I'm going to sleep. In my bed. So no!" he snapped. "Fucking sleep, asshole."

"Can I... come sleep there, too?" He asked, looking to him expectantly.

"NO!" he shouted. "Why would I let you?!"

"Because the bed... is warm." He smiled very slightly. "...please?"

"If you touch me..." he growled, walking towards the bedroom. "Just go!"

He gave a firm nod and pushed himself up, pulling his jacket off with some struggle. "Coming!" He huffed, hurrying after him into the bedroom.

Gilbert laid down, stretching out on his bed.

"Shut up and sleep or I'll kill you."

Ivan nodded softly, curling up near the other man. He kept a distance, somehow, though.

Gilbert glared at him, just to prove his point.

"No. Touching."

"I'm not touching you, though..." He furrowed his brow.

"Just...making sure, okay? I don't want another fucking broken arm."

He nodded and shut his eyes tight, rather satisfied with simply being in a bed.