New AU! I seem to be making a lot of these recently. This will be the last new one for a while; I would like to finish some of my other stories first before I decide to make another. I'm going to try to update these every Saturday.

Warnings: some clinical gore. There will be sex in future chapters.

He's beautiful.

That's the first thing that crossed Ivan's mind as he peered up over his clipboard at the suspended boy. His fluffy, golden hair floated airily within the transparent blue liquid, his gently toned arms and legs drifted insignificantly. Wires were attached everywhere on his pale, soft skin and an oxygen mask was strung from his mouth in order to ensure his vitality. The structure of the boy's nude form made him appear to be no older than a mere teenager, yet he was a phenomenon. The single greatest contribution to their species rested in his DNA. He was the most important being to have ever lived.

And yet here he was, caged like an animal.

Ivan dragged the tips of his fingers across the cold surface of the dense glass, his blank amethyst eyes fixated on the boy's sleeping features. His face was so soft, so delicate looking, yet he was the most durable man amongst them. Ivan felt compelled to caress, merely touch the boy's golden, plush skin suddenly, and he quickly withdrew his hand from the glass. Looking back down at his clipboard, Ivan turned around and began to walk off towards his desk. Such impulses were inappropriate, even ones that were as mundane as touching the subject's face.

The boy was subject 1776, more commonly known as "Alfred." Any scientist of their day and age would kill to have the opportunity to work with the boy, perform studies and multiple tests upon him. Alfred was genetically gifted and held the key to discovering the ability of biological regeneration. He was essentially immortal. He wouldn't age a day, any limb sliced from his body would grow back. It was through this subject's genes that scientists had discovered how to acquire immortality. People could now live forever.

Ivan himself was 190. He'd never aged a physical day past 28.

Unfortunately there was no possible way for them right then to have the same powers as Alfred. Alfred could regenerate any limb, any appendage, any piece of his body within minutes to hours. Even his head. As he looked through the clipboard, he could see that that test had already been concluded; it was definitely possible.

This was his duty, to figure out the secrets of Alfred's regeneration, to be able to isolate that mutation, to properly mold it to their own needs. Alfred was the key to their entire world, he held everything they needed. It was sad to think they had to perform such inhumane tests on him, honestly. There was no sympathy from Ivan, he just thought it rather pitiful.

After jotting down a few more notes, Ivan set aside the clipboard and strode up towards the control panel. Quickly sliding and waving his hand around the holographic screen, the scientist depleted Alfred's storage tube of the fluid with ease. There was slight hesitance in his actions as Ivan held his finger over the button, the button that would release Alfred. This was the moment he'd been waiting for since the start of his career. The moment every scientist dreams of having, the moment they dedicate their lives toward.

Without another thought, Ivan pushed the button.

The hatch of the chamber, at the very front popped open, and the chamber filled with oxygen. Alfred was still suspended by several of the wires and patches that littered his body. They slowly started to pop off, the oxygen mask being the only thing left, his body slumped against the back of the chamber. He didn't stir, nothing moving, besides the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.

Ivan was quick with his actions. With perfect posture, the man strode over towards Alfred's chamber. He didn't hesitate to slide an arm around the subject's slender frame as he removed the oxygen mask once and for all, it's presence no longer necessary. He held the boy close to his body and stared down at his face, studying his perfect features. The epitome of symmetry, Ivan couldn't identify a single flaw in his skin or structure. It was almost as if Alfred were inhuman. He waited for Alfred to stir, knowing he would wake up not too long after he'd been released from his liquid prison.

When the oxygen mask was popped off, Alfred's breaths seemed to be a little deeper, his chest sinking in a little more with every intake. It wasn't five minutes when he began to stir, body even trembling as the cold seemed to be taking place. The chamber had been kept temperature controlled, this was as cold as he had been in several years. What was probably ten minutes was when he opened his eyes, revealing their cerulean depths.

There was a small lapse of time between Alfred opening his eyes, and actively becoming aware of his surroundings. And when he did become aware, his reaction was not the most welcomed there could have been. He screamed, and started to struggle.

Alfred's body was weak due to the general lack of use over the past several years; it wasn't difficult to restrain the boy. Keeping his grip firm but not harmful, Ivan held Alfred tight within his arms as he began to make pleasant, soothing hushing noises. He gave a half-hearted attempt to calm his subject down himself as he reached over towards the table and picked up a needle, swiftly and patiently lifting it towards Alfred's neck. Without hesitation, Ivan injected the boy with a sedative. It wouldn't put him to sleep, but it'd prevent Alfred from going into hysterics. Countless stories from several of the previous scientists to ever have had the opportunity to have Alfred as a test subject all told the same thing: Alfred always put up a giant fuss whenever he was awoken.

This time was no exception. Alfred fought until the drug kicked in and his flails and struggles slowly got weaker. He groaned as he was reduced to a powerless form in Ivan's arms, breathing heavy as he tried to keep his eyes open. As much as the drug didn't make him fall asleep there were no guarantees if he was exhausted in the meantime. Fighting like that had taken a lot out of him, probably more than he should have. "Wh-where… Where am I?' he croaked out, shakily clutching at Ivan's lab coat. All he could remember was getting hurt, and then- and then being taken away. Everything after that was hazy and dark.

This was the difficult part of the assigned scientist's job when it came to Alfred. Should they tell him the truth or not? Deciding to take the conversation as it went and answer the boy's questions as they came, Ivan replied, "This is the Moscow research facility, your home." There were many things they needed to accomplish Alfred's first day back out of storage, such as cleaning him off, introducing him to real food, running several tests to check his vital signs and make sure there were no complications with his liquid capsule, but Ivan didn't rush them. Alfred deserved a breather.

Alfred gulped, hearing that he was in Moscow. "Th-this is…Russia, right?" He never prided himself in geography or anything, but he knew a thing or two on where big things were. "Why am I here- my…my home?" He started to struggle again, only to find it futile. he was too weak. "No, no… My home is…my home is in New York, I- I live..."

Ivan sighed, tightening his grasp on the boy. "You live here now. You've lived here for a long, long time." 520 years long. Geography was hardly an issue anymore once scientist discovered how to travel at the speed of light. Sure, there were different countries and nations, but they were more or less for the sake of tradition. Most cultures and peoples had blended together long ago. There was a unified world government rather than individual governments for sovereign nations.

"No!" Alfred suddenly exclaimed, becoming red in the face as he shoved against the Russian. "I don't live here!" He had moved on from scared to angry now. "Send me back home! I want my family, where's- where is my family?" He was screaming now, pounding as hard as he could against Ivan's chest- which honestly wasn't very hard, what with his predicament.

Ivan grabbed Alfred's wrists, his face blank throughout the whole procedure. He'd known this was going to happen. It always happened whenever the boy awakened. As a general procedure, scientists were required to wipe the boy's memory at the end of their sessions-their sessions lasting only about a year or so. It was done in order to prevent attachment and bias; Alfred was to remain pure and untainted by perceptions of modern society. Of course, this made it harder for the scientists to deal with Alfred whenever they first brought him out of storage. He still thought it was the 21st century. He still thought that his old life was obtainable. With a learned monotone voice, Ivan stated, "Dead. They've been dead for roughly 500 years now."

Alfred seemed to still as he heard this news. "D…dead?" He repeated the word, slurring it slightly as he looked down at his lap. How could that be? It was impossible, how could they all be dead? "But, but I just- I saw them…I saw them when I was getting…taken away…" He had witnessed his mother holding his twin brother back, as he was dragged away, witnessed them crying. "H-how?" His body began to shake as he became more and more nervous, taking in this information. He couldn't believe it- he wouldn't believe it.

"Humans typically had a lifespan of only about 75 years in the 21st century, did they not?" Ivan asked, fully knowing the answer. "The year's 2532. Much farther than your family could have ever hoped to have lived." It was strange seeing Alfred get so emotional. Not unwelcome, just strange. People at this point had learned to think more on a logical, scientific basis. Showing sincere, intense emotion was usually frowned upon by society. Ivan didn't think he'd ever witnessed another being cry outside of old movies and classic novels.

Alfred was trying his best not to cry. "What!?" he shrieked as he shoved against Ivan's chest again. He was starting to get hysterical, breathing harder. The drug couldn't help him here, he was going to have some sort of attack some way or another. "No, no, no…" He had just seen them, just now- just now. He couldn't believe it. "It's- it's…that far in the- the future…?" How could it be that far? "How long have- have I…" How long had he been knocked out for?

Ivan pulled the boy fast against his chest, trying to even out his breathing. There were only so many sedatives he could give the boy. Running a hand up and down Alfred's bare back, he tried to calm him down, "You've only been out for about a decade. Your brain was wiped last time you were placed within the capsule. That's why you have no recollection of anything that occurred after your abduction." He patted the boy's back awkwardly. "It's going to be alright."

That didn't help Alfred make any recovery. He shook his head, and finally the tears started to come. "I've- I've been…asleep? You- my memory?" He seemed more angry to hear this news, by the sound of his voice. But the emotion didn't reach his features, too busy sobbing and bawling. He was feeling a lot of conflicting emotions. Anger, regret, sorrow, among others. It was hard to keep them all straight. He was being overloaded.

Ivan sighed and lifted the bawling boy, carrying him bridal style over towards the chairs in the room. He set Alfred down in one of the chairs, snatching up his clipboard once more in order to work on his report. He figured the boy would need a while before they began their day. "Ask me anything you need to, Alfred. Don't be afraid, I'll try my best to answer any inquiries you may have."

"Why am I here," Alfred hissed out as he stared down at his shaking hands. "…I'm naked." And wet. Wet and slimy. "And who are you." He wanted all of these answered. He stared at Ivan, slowly pulling his knees up, legs tight together. It was embarrassing.

"Do you not know why you were taken?" Ivan asked, unsure of exactly what Alfred remembered from before. Surely nothing that had happened at the facility, but...he didn't even know why he was abducted? "Do you not have the slightest idea why you're here? What you are?"

There was a long pause. "No." Alfred gulped, rubbing at his legs. He was slimy and wet, and his skin was rising to goosebumps. "Tell me why I'm here, I want to know," he demanded, gritting his teeth. It was cold, and he felt dirty and gross.

Ivan didn't respond. Verbally, at least. What he did do is take up his slender pen in his hand, twirling it around ominously as he stared at Alfred's naked form, his legs specifically. The rattling of the metallic pen in his hand was the only sound to be heard within the large room. And that's when he suddenly brought his hand up quickly and forcibly jammed it into Alfred's thigh. It pierced the skin, blood pooling up around the newly created wound.

Alfred screamed. His thigh throbbed from the newly broken flesh. He started to kick, foot slamming into Ivan's stomach and yanked the pen out. He started to cry again, clutching at the wound. The wound that he found was rapidly closing up already. He gaped at it, blue eyes going wide. "That… That's impossible."

"Evidently not." Ivan grunted as he rubbed at his stomach. His eyes held no anger or aggression; he'd honestly deserved that, but he figured it was the easiest explanation. "That's why you're here. Because you can do that, and nobody else can. You're world's most important phenomenon."

Alfred sniffled, staring down at his closed wound. There wasn't even a scar anymore. But it did still throb a little. "Why do you need me here?" he whispered, rubbing at the skin. He wanted to know what they did to him here. "And why am I naked and gross?"

"We need you here in order to discover your biological secrets. Run tests and whatnot. Attempt to discover the secret to regeneration." Ivan stated, thinking that their reasoning was rather obvious. "We've already discovered so much with your genetic makeup. The secret to immortality has been uncovered. People don't age anymore. However, while we don't age, we can't regenerate lost limbs or heal scars. I could potentially live on forever, but if one were to stab me in the heart, I would die. You on the other hand, as you have shown many times before in several tests, would simply heal. You'd be amazed at what sort of things your body can withhold." He finished his statement, giving Alfred a minute for it to sink in. "And you've been in storage for several years. You were just in that capsule back there. I was planning on taking you back to the showers once your questions had been answered." Alfred should feel lucky Ivan was informing him of anything at all. Many scientists before him simply tested him. They didn't converse with him, they didn't inform him of anything throughout their session. They performed their job and nothing more; they didn't feel obligated to tell the boy anything. Ivan figured informed Alfred would be the preferable route; he didn't want to put up with the fuss that the other scientist's had had to. Besides, he did have something of a heart.

"Can I have a shower now?" Alfred didn't want to wait until after his questions had been answered, that must was obvious; he had too many questions. "I want to get washed up, I feel gross and slimy." What the hell had been 'stored' in? And why was he being treated like a fucking dresser put into a storage unit.

"If that is what you want, yes." Ivan nodded, standing up and holding his hand out to Alfred. "Can you walk? I understand you haven't used the muscles in your legs for quite some time. We'll need to fix that, surely, but for now I can assist you to the showers."

Alfred hesitantly took the hand, shakily getting to his feet. He had to lean up against Ivan at first, but he slowly found his footing. It was hard, his legs were weak, but he could make it; albeit wobbly. "I'm- I'm okay. I just need a shower."

"Alright then." Ivan still kept his arm out, in case the boy was to misplace a step and fall over. He guided him through the hallways, the walls a nearly blinding white. They eventually reached an equally large room, this one containing several bathroom facilities. Ivan lead the young boy to the back, encroaching upon another control panel. The shower itself was large, the sides of it made out of clear glass. It was built this way so that the scientists could keep an eye on their subjects while they cleansed themselves. Ivan pressed a couple of buttons on the control panel, and the glass door slid open automatically.

Alfred was nervous about stepping into the glass. He frowned as he stepped up close to the open door, hesitantly stepping inside. "How does this w-" He yelped as the water started coming down on its own, and the door snapped shut behind him. "H-hey!" That was unnerving, disturbing even.

The shower was automatic and quick. The chemicals used were sure to cleanse the boy of any sort of trace of the fluid used in his capsule. He was hosed down, the pressure hard enough to get rid of the fluid, but not enough to physically hurt the boy. It might have felt a little uncomfortable, considering that it was his "first time", but he would grow used to it. Once the shower was complete, he was automatically dried off by a heated fan within the facility. It was at that point that the glass door opened up once more.

Alfred stumbled out and shuddered. He felt suddenly cold, and made that well known, "Christ, do you even have any heaters here?" That shower had been the warmest he'd been and now he was freezing once more. "I want clothes!"

"That was our next order of operation, yes. Come along..." Ivan put a hand on Alfred's shoulder as he guided the boy towards yet another room. However, this was one much smaller. The door was made of a steel-like material, so that Alfred couldn't escape in the middle of the night. The room contained merely a bed, a dresser, and a clock. It was obviously intended to be used for just sleeping and dressing. Ivan strode over towards the bureau, waving his hand in front of one of the drawers so that it opened automatically. A lot of things seemed to be automatic in this world. He pulled out two very white garments, handing them over towards the smaller boy. "Here. These will be your outfit from now on. You have several pairs just like it, one for every day of the week."

"Oh." Alfred felt less than human, having clothing that was all the same, all of it organized for him. Everything seemed so…bland. He took the clothing and pulled them on. They were rather thick, nice and warm. He held his arms around himself and took a few deep breaths. "Is this where I'm going to be staying?" He glanced up and saw a couple small domes at the top of the walls. Cameras.

"Yes. This will be where you sleep. You're also welcome to wander the building whenever we're not testing. You may enter any room that's not locked, of course." Most of the rooms would be locked anyway, but there were a few that were left open. "One that I think you'll particularly enjoy is the rest room. It's originally designed for the scientist involved in these procedures, but I'll allow you to use it as well. You'd probably enjoy it more than I would anyway. Other than that, your bedtime is at 9:30 every night. You will be escorted and locked in your room at that point."

Locked in his bedroom at 9:30. "Okay." Alfred felt like a twelve year old. He had a curfew, he was practically grounded. He was a test subject. "Why do you have to do this?" Why couldn't this scientist just be a good sport and let him go free? Why couldn't he have a heart?

Ivan cocked his head slightly, though his face showed little emotion. It'd taken much practice, but the scientist was rather good at appearing stoic. Most people were; however, he always had to try harder to keep any emotion from surfacing to his facial expression. There was just something about emotions that was difficult for the man to suppress. After 190 years of practice, however, one tends to get the hang of it. "What exactly do you mean?"

"Why do you have to keep me caged?" Alfred trembled, shakily falling on the edge of the bed and holding himself tighter. "Why are you doing this? I-I'm a person, I'm not some animal…" Even if he were an animal he wasn't really okay with that whole animal testing thing. "I-I'm a human, you shouldn't be able to keep me in here like this! How can you do this legally? D-doesn't…anyone care?"

Not particularly. I understand in your time, such practices would be considered inhumane, da? People simply aren't concerned with this sort of thing anymore. What they desire is true immortality, and if some unfortunate teenager has to pay the price for it, then so be it." Ivan stated, opting to settle down on the side of the bed. They would have to run several tests on the boy before the day was over; however, spending a little time to answer Alfred's questions wouldn't hurt. "As for why I'm doing this...I've waited my entire life to do this." He stared into Alfred's blue eyes, a flicker of sincerity entering his own. "You're a genetic goldmine. You're the unsolved mystery of the past five centuries. Alfred, any scientist of this day and age would do anything to do what I'm doing right now. Being able to work with you is seen as the utmost achievement in one's career. Everyone wants to be in this position. I'm doing this because your biology fascinates me. I'm honored to be in the same room with you."

Alfred inched away, flushing at the sound of those words. "No! I'm not- I'm not some test subject for you to just use for whatever you want, I'm a fucking person!" If this were his time then there would be half a country rallying to get him set free, if they knew. "And that's creepy. Really creepy. You don't even know me and you're saying these things." Honored to be in the same room as him? He would have normally kicked someone for being that fucking creepy.

Ivan's face shifted just a bit at that. His jaw hardened slightly, though he tried not to let his irritation be known. "Even you were amazed that your body could heal as quickly as it did back in the storage room. You even labelled it as 'impossible.' How can you call me 'creepy' for being fascinated by something that is believed to be impossible?"

"It doesn't change the fact that you're creepy! I m-mean, me healing in twenty seconds in one thing, but you claiming you've been waiting an entire lifetime to meet me is just- just…" He got to his feet and backed away, shaking his head. "Why can't you just let me go?" Why couldn't he just…leave?

"Why would I release the most important person on this Earth from my study?" Ivan shot back, not moving from his position on the bed. Alfred couldn't get anywhere. The room was secure, and the steel door was firm and locked.

Alfred felt trapped. It showed on his face. "Why would you cage a human being into something like this?" He wanted to throw something, he wanted to be free. "I'm a fucking human, how can you keep me locked up like this?" He was laying the 'human' thing on rather heavy. "I don't care if I'm some amazing genetic person or some bullshit! H-humans aren't supposed to live forever!"

"And yet you do. And we can. I'm 190 years old, and it's all thanks to your genetics. Anybody would feel honored by your presence for simply that fact." Ivan stood from the bed finally, encroaching upon the boy. "I'm not letting you go free. Even if I were to hypothetically let you leave, where would you go? Everyone knows your face. Everyone knows your name. You would be hunted down and imprisoned once more within days, hours even."

"I-I'll hide in the woods or a mountain or something!" If he absolutely needed to, then he would turn into a weird old hermit. Not that he'd actually get around to the 'old' part. "I'll- I'll kill myself!" There had to be some way that he could end his life. "This is unnatural and inhumane!"

"You can't. You can't die, Alfred. From all of the tests scientists have done thus far, it doesn't seem to be physically possible for you." Ivan leaned in close, invading the boy's personal space and gripping his chin. "I could literally cut your head off, and your body would simply regenerate. I'm not sure how or why that's possible, but it is. And I intend to figure out the reason. You can't escape, there's nowhere for you to go, and you can't die. I assure you, living here with me for the next year or so is much better than perpetually starving in the mountains."

"I can't die, so why shouldn't I?" Alfred was getting desperate. He pulled away violently, starting to tremble once more. He was terrified. Ivan was bigger than him and he was weak… He was afraid if he tried to resist any further then he would be pushed into submission. He tried not to let that worry him; he just needed to be strong and confident. "Don't touch me."

Ivan was getting agitated now. More than before. It was becoming harder to suppress. "You still feel pain, Alfred. Do you want that? To feel like you're being consumed from the inside for all of eternity? To lose your muscle tone, your fat, to become nothing but a hollow husk that simply can't die? It's much better here. At least here you're serving a higher purpose. You're being fed. You will have time to yourself. There are sources of entertainment that you'll be allowed to use once we finish testing in the evenings."

"I don't want to be tested on!" Alfred was shouting now, taking a step away from the Russian. "And I don't care if I starve, at least I'm not being treated like an animal! You're acting like I'm some fucking beast that needs to be caged up- like I can't survive without you!" Alfred could survive in the wild; he'd been in the boy scouts.

Ivan reached out and grabbed Alfred's jaw, squeezing it hard. He spoke lowly, in almost a growl, "Because you can't survive out on your own. Nobody can. You're thinking of a world that doesn't exist anymore, Alfred. In case you haven't noticed, things have changed greatly over the past 500 years. You have no idea what you're dealing with. Of course you'll live, but believe me, it wouldn't be a life worth living."

Alfred slapped away the hand and glared at the scientist. "I. Don't. Care." He wanted out, and he would find a way out. "Either you're going to let me out, or I'm going to beat you to shit until I can do it on my own." Alfred fully intended to get the hell out of there, and run away, run as far as he could.

It was evident that their discussion was over. Ivan sighed, threading a hand through his hair and looking downward before suddenly wrapping an arm around the slender boy's waist. He hiked him over his shoulder, not batting an eye as he dragged Alfred towards the laboratory. It was time to test Alfred's vital signs.

Alfred started to scream, kicking and pounding on Ivan's back and trying to knee him hard in the chest. "Stop it, stop it, stop it! Abuse! Murder! Rape! Raaaaape!" He didn't care if he could get in trouble for claiming false rape, he wanted to be free, he wanted someone to come save him, as slim as that chance was.

Ivan was quick with his actions. He pulled out yet another sedative, deciding that the other one had obviously worn off by this point. Without hesitation, he shoved the needle in Alfred's ass, injecting him with the drug. Hopefully it would calm him down. "Alfred, I don't think you're aware that we're the only ones in the building right now."

The drug took a few minutes to sink in, but when it finally did Alfred was becoming sluggish and only twitching. He closed his eyes, not to pass out or fall asleep, but just because it was so tiring. "I-I can't…believe you…" He felt so weak, so tired, so…lifeless. This wasn't how he wanted to live.

Ivan couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at Alfred's reaction to it all. He'd heard of the boy's rebellious nature, but...he'd attempted to help him out through the process. He informed him of the truth first thing, been patient with him and allowed him to have a breather, given him a shower and fresh clothes first thing...he even gave Alfred free reign to run about the establishment. Most scientists simply locked the subject up in his room after testing. What had he done wrong to receive such a poor response? Ivan carried Alfred off to the laboratory and laid him down on the testing table. He secured his hands, upper arms, ankles, thighs, and neck in order to ensure that the boy wouldn't act out. Simply procedure.

Alfred started to cry softly, tears sliding lazily down his face. "N-no, I…I can't believe you're…" He couldn't believe that Ivan was doing this to him. "How d-do you live with yourself?" How could he stand, experimenting on a human like this?

"This is the social norm now, Alfred. Everyone's like this." Ivan stated, jotting down some things on his clipboard first before he began the testing. "We won't be doing any real testing today. We're just going to check your vital signs along with a few other things to make sure there aren't any changes or complications in your biology."

"Fuck you." That was all Alfred could really muster before turning his head the other way so that he wouldn't have to look at the Russian. It wasn't that Ivan was bad to him, it wasn't how he acted, it was the reality that was crashing down around him. He was having a hard time absorbing everything.

Scribbling a couple more things down on the clipboard, Ivan picked up a rather intimidating gadget from the desk; it had a blade. "First things first. We need to make sure your regeneration ability is still functioning as before. This will by far be the most painful thing you'll be experiencing today, so I decided we might as well get it out of the way first. I'll try my best to make it as painless as possible." Ivan wasn't heartless; he didn't want to hurt the boy. The gadget had an opening that was just large enough for Alfred's finger to fit through it. Ivan slid the boy's digit into it, glancing down at the boy's face for a couple of mere seconds. "We just need to make sure your regeneration is working as quickly and efficiently as before. Try to relax."

A look of fear crossed Alfred's features, and right before the opening slammed shut, he screamed. Blood spurted from his finger, but almost immediately the flesh started to regrow. He was shaking and sobbing, but eventually his finger was completely regrown, his fingernail even a little longer than it had been before.

Ivan set the gadget aside, taking his clipboard back up to jot down the results. "No change. Your regeneration ability is the same as it's ever been." He glanced over to the boy's sobbing face, sighing. It really was strange to see a human express such vivid emotions. He hushed the teenager, running a single hand through his silky golden hair. "It's alright, Alfred, that's the only painful thing you'll have to experience for the day. The rest are mere checkup-type procedures. Doctors used to run these sorts of procedures on their patients all of the time in your day, I believe. They're rather mundane. Just need to collect some blood and sperm, run some x-rays, check your blood pressure, your reflexes...nothing particularly excruciating. Afterward we'll have dinner, then you can do whatever you wish."

"What- what? Sperm?" Alfred didn't want to give any of his sperm! That was his. For christ's sake, no one should be taking that from him! That was for babies! And the occasional sock. "You can't have any!" He wasn't about to just let it be taken from him! Forcibly or not.

Ivan looked at him and cocked his head, like he normally did when he was confused by something. "What is it about sperm in particular that you feel protective about? I merely have to test it for diseases and whatnot."

"It's mine!" Of course, Alfred found himself incredibly protective of anything sexual, regarding himself. Regardless whether or not Ivan meant it to be sexual or not. "You can't have any, just- take anything else, j-just not my semen, okay?"

"You're sterile, you know. Your semen won't be going towards reproduction or anything of that nature, I assure you." Ivan stated calmly. He was going to sample the boy's sperm regardless of his fruitless protests.

"I'm- I'm what?" Alfred gasped as he heard that, looking distraught. He had never thought that he wouldn't be able to have kids. He'd never had that sort of thing tested. "How… I'm…" This was upsetting news. He had always figured he would have that home grown American dream, two kids and a dog behind a white picket fence with the husband baking cookies in the kitchen.

Unlike with some other things, Ivan could understand how this could be considered disappointing and upsetting news to the boy. The world revolved more around reproduction and bearing vital offspring now more than ever. This sort of news would be heartbreaking for anyone. "You're sterile. It's your only flaw. I apologize for the abruptness; it wasn't very timely of me, but I decided that you should know."

Alfred instead just turned his head away, not wanting to look at Ivan again. He was having a hard time accepting all this information. "Why don't you just shut up." It wasn't meant to be a question. He would have rather just everything be silent when he had to deal with all these dumb tests.

"I apologize for attempting to inform you of the procedures. I assumed you would prefer to know what I'm doing than to be left ignorant. I won't make that mistake again." Ivan replied curtly, walking off towards the counter to gather some supplies. Blood work would be done first.

"Just shut up. Shut your face. Your face is stupid. Alfred's insults were still stuck in the 21st century. He didn't think that people even insulted anyone at this point. Like, really? Ivan hadn't shown any emotion beyond some irritation. Alfred wanted to bring out even more emotions, for some reason.

Ivan didn't respond to Alfred's petulant insults, running through all of the checks and procedures fluidly and with ease. None of them provided the boy with discomfort; they were merely tedious. Eventually Ivan had run all of the tests but one; he still needed Alfred's sperm.

Alfred seemed to sense this as well. He didn't want to deal with this part. "Do I have to do it myself?" This was a point where he wanted to know what the hell was happening. "Talk me through this, okay?" He was trying to be civil.

Ivan glanced down at Alfred, surprised by his compliance. "I need to collect your sperm. We can do this one of two ways. Either I fit a tube over your penis that applies suction and essentially sucks it out manually, or I withdraw it directly from your testicles. I'll let you choose."

Alfred didn't even get to do it himself? Cruel. "I'll…uh, I'll take the tube." He really didn't want to have a needle get stuck in his balls. "I don't even get the choice to jack it?"

Another cock of the head from Ivan. "I apologize, I'm not familiar with that term. While I have acquainted myself with many slang phrases from the 21st century, I don't recognize all of them." He began by opening the front of Alfred's white pants, pulling out his cock. Ivan didn't seem disturbed or awkward about this in the slightest.

Alfred did. "Whoa- whoa! You don't just reach and grab a guy's junk!" How the hell did someone just…reach in and grab it? "Stop that." He didn't much care for this thing about Ivan grabbing at his dick. "And it means…uh… You know. Jacking off. …Masturbation?"

"Ah. No, I can't have you 'jack off' for this procedure. I need to collect pure, untainted sperm." Ivan gave a firm nod, not releasing Alfred's member. "And don't worry. I remember learning that your people put a lot of emphasis on sexual activity. While we essentially live to reproduce, genitals aren't nearly as...ah...sacred as they used to be in the eyes of the people." Ivan reached for the tube to stick over Alfred's cock, preparing him for the sperm collection.

"Whoa, what? That does not make me feel better!" Alfred struggled hard against the restraints holding him down. He needed to protect himself, dammit! "And how would be jacking off taint my jizz?" He was getting frustrated now, he didn't like this. This was his baby batter here (with a severe lack of baby), he wanted to make sure that he could take care of himself properly. He didn't want a machine to do his own job.

"It's best if the sperm isn't exposed to any unsterile air. Particles of dead skin from your hand might blend with the sperm. I need a pure sample." Ivan took Alfred's cock once more as he fit the tube over it.

"This is stupid." Alfred should be able to do his own jacking, here! "Does it hurt?" He didn't want to get hurt by some suction tube over his penis that might rip it off or something. Ivan even said himself that genitals weren't as sacred as they used to be in the 21st century. He was upset greatly by this and he wanted to make sure it was safe.

"Not at all. You'll probably find this pleasant, honestly." Ivan nodded, readying his finger by hovering over the button as he gazed down at Alfred. "Are you ready?"

"No." But honestly, he would probably never be ready. He was a little scared, honestly. Alfred bit his lip and turned his head away, beginning to tremble. His cock was starting to harden, just from Ivan's soft touches and the airy feel inside the tube. It was weird.

Knowing that Alfred probably wouldn't tell him if and when he was ready, Ivan flipped the switch to the device, activating the suction. It would probably take less than 5 minutes to complete.

Alfred yelped as the suction started and he started to writhe. He whined and trembled, whimpering as his body betrayed him and the blood rushed right to his cock. "Ow…" It hurt just a little, initially, but the suction became quite pleasant. He moaned softly, biting at his lip and straining against his binds. Dammit.

Ivan was captivated by the movements and noises the boy made as his body received such pleasure. He circled the boy, occasionally tearing his attention to Alfred's cock, admiring the boy's body. He was very attractive, really. He had to be. He was perfect. "See? It doesn't hurt."

"Sh-shuuut uppp," Alfred whimpered as he twisted and trembled under the straps that held him down. He didn't like this was pleasurable. He mewled and whimpered, eyes closed as his lips formed an 'o'. His tongue was starting to peek out, betraying how much it was really affecting him.

"Just focus on your orgasm, Alfred. Once I've collected your sperm, we can finish the tests for the day and have dinner." Ivan nodded, basking in the sight of the boy as he was pulled towards orgasm.

"Shut up, that's what I'm doing!" Alfred flushed angrily as he stared up at the Russian scientist. "Stop distracting me!" He was trying not to think about how this was happening and just that it was happening. …That didn't help him either. He groaned and thrust his hips up, loins aching and needy for some relief.

Ivan was silent for the remainder of the display, merely watching Alfred's contorting features and body parts as he reacted to the suction. He waited patiently for the teenager to orgasm.

And orgasm was exactly what Alfred did. He cried out and thrust his hips up one last time before he came; and he came hard. A decade or so of no orgasm left him with a lot of semen to dispel. He started too go limp, breathing hard as his eyes fluttered shut.

Ivan immediately tore his eyes from Alfred's limp body once he'd released his sperm, approaching the vial the tube was connected to and taking it off of its hinge. He quickly capped the white goo-filled vial and set it inside of a metallic briefcase-like box next to the blood samples before snapping the case shut. Ivan removed the gloves and goggles he'd been wearing, cleaning up for the night. It was getting late; they'd run more thorough tests tomorrow.

Alfred was practically falling asleep, whining softly as he looked up at the scientist. He tugged at his binds, shaking the clamps and rattling them a little. He wanted badly to just flop into bed. And maybe take Ivan with hi- no. No, no, no. Bad thoughts. He shoved them back into a dark corner of his mind.

"Shhh. You look exhausted. I'm sure running around like this after almost a decade of sleep must be tiring. Don't worry, you'll be able to sleep after dinner." Ivan pressed a button that released Alfred of his metal bonds, helping the boy to his feet. "Come along. Let's go to the kitchen. What would you like to eat?"

It took Alfred several minutes to actually regain his ability to speak. "Do…do you have hamburgers?" He could say little about his favourite food, beyond the fact that it was the best fucking thing in existence. Food fueled him, but none other like hamburgers did. He was clutching at the Russian once more, trying not to fall down again. His legs felt like jelly.

Ivan slung an arm under Alfred's shoulder, holding him close in order to prevent the kid from falling over. His muscles were still weak; Ivan would have to fix that. "We have anything you want. Technology in food has vastly improved since your time. Whatever you desire, you can have in seconds."

"Really?" Alfred's eyes went wide, as big as a child's on Christmas morning. He clutched at Ivan's coat, trying to stay stable. "I want like, a bajillion hamburgers!" In reality he would probably only be able to eat like, ten, but it would be good enough.

"Let me amend that. You may have whatever you desire as long as it's plausible. Let's start you off with one hamburger and work our way up." Ivan ruffled the kid's hair, dragging him along his side. The statement was phrased like a joke, but his tone didn't really contain it. Though his tone didn't really ever contain any sort of emotion.

"Fine, I want like, ten hamburgers!" Alfred was serious about wanting as many as he could possibly eat. He wanted a stomach ache by the end of the night, and then he wanted to complain about it. "I'll eat them all!"

"One at a time." Ivan repeated, not continuing the conversation any farther. They'd arrived at the kitchen, which was as sleek, white, and metallic as all of the other rooms. The lighting was slightly cozier, giving it less of a sterile, laboratory vibe. There was a bar off to the side with a couple of stools. "Go sit over there, Alfred, I'll be back with your hamburger in a moment."

"Ten of them! I want ten!" Alfred wasn't letting this thing go. He wanted to eat as many burgers as he possibly could. "I can eat them all, don't think I can! If you don't think I can then you're lying." Alfred was going to eat those ten fucking burgers, and he would enjoy the fuck out of them.

Ivan didn't even respond as he disappeared into the kitchen area. There was a microwave-type gadget off to the side, embedded into the wall. After pressing several buttons on the panel, there was about a 5 second interval of noise before a sharp "ding" sounded. Ivan then opened the microwave to reveal one (one) burger sitting on a platter, surrounded by fries. The Russian gathered the food and brought it into the dining area, setting the steaming burger before the teenager. "Eat. Is there any sort of drink you would like?"

"Oh... Can I have a milkshake? Vanilla." Alfred wanted to dip his fries in it. That way he would be able to eat the french fries hot and add a little flavour too. "And I want another burger." He was already unwrapping the one he had, and biting into it. He moaned at the taste; beautiful.

"Of course. And I'll create that burger once you're done with that one, Alfred. I will not allow you to be wasteful." Ivan commented, already heading over the kitchen area once more. He disappeared for a few seconds before coming back not only with Alfred's milkshake, but with a cup of soup for himself. He sat beside his subject, dipping his spoon into the chicken broth and bringing it up to his lips, blowing softly on it.

Alfred finished his burger in nearly five bites. And when that was done he started to dip his fries in his milkshake, slurping it through the straw at the same time. "This is so fucking delicious." He thought that he was about to have another orgasm. He had never been more happy in his life. Sure he had a finger chopped off, and stabbed with a pen, but he also got to cum into a weird tube and then eat burgers and fries and milkshakes.

"Glad to hear you're enjoying it." Ivan nodded, drinking some more of his soup. It was rather delicious, the broth warming up his insides. "Our schedule won't be like this anymore. Normally you'll wake up around 6 in the morning. We'll have breakfast before we start testing. As long as we're not running lengthy tests that consume hours of time, we'll break for lunch around 11-12. Most days we should finish testing around 2-3. Of course, that's just when you won't be required anymore. After testing you may do whatever you wish, I won't restrain you. I'll most likely be in my chambers or in the laboratory processing the data I collect. We'll have dinner around 7 every night. Your curfew will begin at 9:30, but if you're good, I might extend it."

Okay, Alfred didn't feel that much better about this anymore. "Oh." That was all he could muster. He couldn't believe he had a schedule like this. The only schedules he ever had were at school. And he hated school. "Why does it have to be at six in the morning?" he whined, crossing his arms and huffing childishly. "It should be later, so I can sleep in."

"Because I need time to process and analyze the data we collect during testing. As I mentioned, you get to break at around 2-3. I'm working for the rest of the night. I only get a year with you, I need to make it count. I'll let you sleep in a little on the weekends if you like." Ivan swallowed another spoonful of broth.

"I don't want to get up that early! I can stay up late, we can make up the time!" Alfred didn't want to make up the time at all, but he wanted to sleep in. That was important to him. "And a year is a long time, don't get all worked up over it."

"Ah well...how would your people say it...ah! Suck it up." Ivan looked bored, not particularly caring for Alfred's numerous complaints. "A year isn't that long. Let's put it this way. You've been at this research facility for over 500 years, and nobody has yet to figure out the secret to regeneration. Now, if I get a promising lead, I'll be able to have more time with you, but since I don't have that lead yet I'm going to squander every minute I can with you. Feel lucky that I'm even giving you time to relax. Many scientists before me haven't."

"They haven't?" Alfred didn't like the sound of that. "How many others have there been…?" he asked curiously as he squirmed, sucking on his milkshake occasionally. "Can I have another burger?" He was still hungry- famished even.

"I'm the fiftieth. And no, generally scientists that have been assigned to you previously haven't been...the kindest people. Since they know you'll have no recollection of what they do to you later on, they feel no guilt in treating you poorly. They see you as a test subject and nothing more. I'd like to say I'm one of the nicer ones." Ivan almost smiled with that. "And yes, I will now get you your burger, since you completed the last one."

"Oh. What…what did they do to me?" Alfred wasn't sure if he wanted to ask. "Don't answer that." He would figure it out eventually he supposed. He just wanted to eat and sleep and maybe jack off later than night. That one orgasm had reminded him of all the things that he was missing. One of which was sex and masturbating.

"I'll give you a hint; there's a reason we know that you can regenerate your body if your head is cut off." Ivan took a sip of his soup. He looked over to Alfred and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry about it. None of that will happen as long as I'm here." He stood from his stool. "I'll go prepare another burger for you now."

"I kind of assumed that already…" Alfred hated to think that his head had actually been lopped off. He opted to ignore it instead. "I asked you not to answer my question." He didn't want to hear about what these people did to him. He would rather stay ignorant.

"I'd already told you that factoid earlier, I didn't think it could hurt. There are much more gruesome tales I could have told instead, but I won't." Ivan gave Alfred a curt nod before leaving to retrieve the burger. He came back seconds later.

Alfred snatched it up and shoved it into his mouth. He ended up getting the hiccups halfway through his burger. "Fuck." His entire body jumped with the little 'hic's that escaped him. It was more embarrassing and irritating than anything else.

"I haven't heard someone hiccup in a long time. This is what happens when you eat too fast, Alfred. Slow down. There's no rush." Ivan sighed, picking up a napkin to wipe off some excess crumbs on Alfred's cheek. "Honestly, you're like an infant."

"I'm hungry!" Alfred flushed and pulled back instinctively. How dare Ivan wipe his face! "Stop acting like my- hic- mom, oh my god. I'm not helpless." He was sloppy and messy, yes, but he could take care of himself. "I've- hic- got everything under control!" His words were punctuated by another 'hic'.

Ivan tossed the napkin at Alfred, a little harder than a normal, casual toss. "Then clean yourself off. Stop acting like such a child. Then I'll stop acting like your mother."

Alfred glared, and then sucked in a deep breath before holding it in. He was, of course, resorting to the firsthand method to deal with hiccups. Holding his breath for as long as he possibly could. And honestly, that was pretty damn long.

Ivan eventually finished his soup. He glanced over to the boy who was holding his breath. "Alfred, breathe. Are you finished with your food?"

Alfred finally let a breath out. "I was trying to cure my- hic- ups!" Oh god, they were still there. "I need water." Next he would drink water upside down. He pushed on his diaphragm and tried to get himself to burp, hoping to get himself to pop that damn bubble.

"Are you done eating? I'm taking the dishes into the kitchen." Ivan asked once more. He didn't seem too concerned with Alfred's hiccups.

"No! And I need water for my hiccups!" Alfred's words were ended with yet another hiccup. "This is torture! This is worse than if you had just chopped my cock off!" Hiccups were a big deal for him.

"Ah. Well we have cures for hiccups. In the form of a chewable pill. Would you like one?" Ivan asked, taking his own dishes into the kitchen before grabbing a glass of water for Alfred.

"What? That's dumb! It's just a bubble!" Alfred pounded on his chest a little. Really, he could grow back a finger in two minutes but he couldn't avoid hiccups? This was irony at its very best.

"Well some people were just as perturbed by it as you were so they created a cure. You sure you don't want one?" Ivan asked, handing Alfred the glass of water.

Alfred stared down at the water, and then back up at Ivan. "Okay, give me the dumb pill." He wanted to see this for himself. As stupid as it was, he wanted to see if it worked. And if it did, then he would gladly demand a supply of them in the kitchen for when he did get the hiccups.

Ivan nodded, leaving the vicinity for a moment in order to retrieve them for Alfred. He came back with a bottle pills. He plucked one from the container before setting it right in front of his subject. "Go on and take it. After this we should head off to bed. I'm sure you're tired."

That bit was a truth. Alfred was very tired. Right after a hiccup, Alfred popped a pill into his mouth and chomped down on it before swallowing. He waited, and had a few more hiccups, before they finally subsided. He frowned and glared at the Russian. "Lucky coincidence," he muttered as he stood. He was still hungry, but he said nothing and just chugged his water.

"Are you ready for bed now? Or would you like to eat more. You're waking up early tomorrow regardless, just a fair reminder. We can always have a large breakfast." Ivan nodded, looking at Alfred expectantly.

"I don't care," Alfred muttered as he crossed his arms and started to turn towards the door that lead out of the kitchen. He faltered. "Where was my room again?"

"I'll take you to your room." Ivan stood and went up next to Alfred, leading him down the hallway. "I need to lock you in anyway."

Lock him in. Great. "Whatever." Alfred just followed after the Russian and sighed as he came back to his 'bedroom'. He sat on the bed and stared down at his lap. Then up at the camera. "Do I have to have cameras in the room?"

Ivan looked up at the cameras. "Ahhh, don't worry about those. This building wasn't initially created for you. While most things in the building have been revised to fit handling you...that evidently wasn't. They don't function, Alfred. Or, they do, but nobody actually views the footage. The only reason I'd look through them is if something went wrong, and I needed to see what you were doing in your room the night before for whatever reason. It's best to not worry about them."

"That doesn't make me feel any better." Ivan could see him masturbate if he ever so chose. "You could see me sleep and watch me. And that's creepy." He didn't outright say masturbation, despite how that was his most prominent worry.

"Why would I want to do something as mundane as watch you sleep?" Ivan cocked his head. "As long as you stay out of mischief, I'll have no need to look at the tapes."

"Fine, just leave me alone." He was tired of looking at Ivan's face. Alfred turned over and flopped onto his side, away from Ivan. He buried his face into his pillow. White, just like the rest of the room. He couldn't believe this. He sighed, wiping away a stray tear. He supposed he would just have to live with this from now on.

"As you wish. I'll see you in the morning, Alfred. Have a good night's sleep." Ivan still wore his blank expression as he waved at the boy, exiting the room. They would have more time to spend tomorrow. And the next day, and the day after that.

Alfred heard the door snap shut and a lock mechanism click. Only then did he let the tears flow. This was going to be a long year.