Star Struck- 1 (AU RuPru)

     Not another one.

     The thought couldn't help but run through my mind as I was flung over a giant man's shoulder and carried away; tied up of course. I knew who these guys were...They usually worked for the rich fan girls. Stuff like this always happened to me, for being so famous and all. It's a tough life being a rock star...especially if you're as awesome as me. Ever since my voice was discovered, my life went from a nobody, to a music award winner. Hell, my brother and I live like kings now...But that means having fans as well; Especially the crazy ones.

     Again, stuff like this was normal for me. Most of the crazy fan girls happened to be rich and young, so they'd always order their big beefy bodyguards to come kidnap and take me to their limo or nice car where I'd meet them. They usually freaked out and squeal before asking me a ton of questions and then once they were done with their "no-break" talking...they'd ask me to marry them. That or be their boyfriend. Every time I hear those words come from their mouth I can't help but laugh. I really must be that good looking that they always want to come to me. And every time they did, my answer would always be the same.

     "I'm gay."

     Now I'm not saying that's exactly true, because I like the girls as well…I really only said it to get the crazies off my back. But oh the expressions they give me when I tell them that! It's priceless. They always ask why and how come…And every time I tell them it's because of girls like them; annoying and psycho.

     I'm not going to lie to them. After all, it's true. But every time I do say those words, I watch as they lose their hopes and confidence. They always let me go after that and just leave…and never once do I feel guilty. So what makes this time any different? I'd just tell the girl the same thing and be on my way. Although…I definitely was not expecting what I was to see next.

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     I let out an 'oof' as I was thrown into the limo, giving the bodyguard a growl before he slammed the car door shut. Mumbling angrily to myself (as I was usually treated more delicately), I turned my head to look at a man chuckling lightly at me. My eyes couldn't help but go wide as I was truly surprised. My "kidnapper"…was actually a guy. And not just any guy either…he was around my age; not a teenager like all the other girls were. It wasn't making sense…That's when he spoke.

     "Privyet Gilbert," He greeted with a strong Russian accent. Well, my tour was taking place in Russia…So it made sense. "It's nice to finally meet you in person…I'm sorry if my guard was a little too rough with you." He smiled lightly at me, his violet eyes glowing childishly despite his mature attitude.

     It couldn't help but piss me off. He seemed so calm about kidnapping me and yet, he dared to mock me by seeming like we were buddy-buddy with each other. I didn't even know who this guy was. "Listen here buddy, I don't know who you are or what you want…but if you're like any of the others who have done this to me I'm sorry…but I'm straight. So if you'd just let me go-…" I reached for the door handle but was just stopped by the larger man as he grabbed onto my wrist, now pulling me into the seat next to him. "He-!" Before I could even finish the exclamation, lips crashed onto mine as he climbed on top of me and cut me off.

     My eyes went wide yet again as I looked at the other, trying to push him off but couldn't as he held me tightly down. When he finally pulled away, I glared furiously and opened my mouth to say something but was just interrupted once again. "I want you to be mine."  That statement made me freeze as the Russian smiled at me again, giving me an almost obsessive look and caressed his hand against my cheek. My God…This guy was a psycho too. "I saw you on T.V. a little while ago, and right away I knew I wanted to get to know you…So I planned this little meeting as soon as I heard you were coming to Russia~…This is your last night of the tour, right?"

     I continued to glare at him as I tried to push him off again, but him being just way too big he was able to easily hold me done. This wasn't going to be easy to escape from…Maybe I could play it off? I let out a sigh, "Ja, which is why I need to go. My brother will get worried if I don't get home by tonight…If you don't let me go, he might call me in missing and you might get in trouble."

     That's when the Russian's smile suddenly wiped off his face, his violet eyes going dark as he looked at me. "So? I don't care if I get in trouble…Can't you call and tell him you'll be staying with me now?"

     I huffed. This guy was crazy, if he thought I was going with him. "Nein, I can't! Besides, I don't even know your name-"

     "It's Ivan~" He suddenly chimed, his smile jumping back on his face, "Ivan Braginsky!" Braginsky…That name sounded oddly familiar…Where have I heard that before? But before I could ponder the thought any longer, he knocked on the covered window that separated the passengers and the driver. "Toris, drive us home."

     "Y-Yes sir…" A muffled voice sounded from the other side as the limo began to move. This wasn't happening…

     "Didn't you hear a damn word I just said?!" I couldn't help but exclaim with anger. "I don't want to go with you! I have to go home! Don't you care what happens to you at all?!"

     "Hmm…nyet~ If I can have you than I'm fine with getting caught." Ivan tilted his head cutely at me as he kept up his smile, causing me to flush lightly.

     N-No…I can't give into him! I thought as my blush quickly left my white skin and I was able to push him off of me. Reaching for the door, I forced it open against the pressure of wind and was about to jump out. I didn't care if I was killed or terribly wounded…It beat being with a kidnapper who would do who knows what to me. But before I could get my body out, the beige-blonde pulled me back in and slammed the door shut.

     "Now, now Gilbert…don't want to be too hasty now do we~?" He chuckled lightly as he pulled me onto his lap, hugging me tightly as he gave me a small kiss on the neck. I flushed angrily and embarrassingly.

     "I'll be however hasty I want to! You aren't the boss of me, even if you are a kidnapper!"

     "I'm not a kidnapper~" The Russian chimed as he grabbed onto me even tighter, kissing more down my neck and slipped a hand up my shirt. Having these sudden actions done to me, I blushed brighter and writhed against him as I felt extremely uncomfortable about this whole situation. "But you are going to be mine, whether you want to or not~"

     "N-No!" I exclaimed, still pushing against the man. "I-I'm not a fag like you! Didn't you hear me?!" I gasped as he dug his nails into my bare chest, looking wide-eyed at a smiling yet pissed man.

     "That's not a nice thing to say, especially since it's hypocritical." His nails loosened up from my skin as he put his hand flat against my heart, feeling how quickly it was beating. "Your heart is beating fast and your face is red…if you weren't attracted to men you wouldn't be acting the way you are right now." My face went even redder than it already was as he had caught me, growling when he mocked me with a smug smile. It wasn't my fault he was good-looking…God, this was the worst.

     "S-Shut up! I still don't want you to touch me!" But he just smirked and kept up his actions, now beginning to suck and nibble at my neck. I tried my best to bite back a moan as he had found a soft spot, but couldn't help but let a small one slip…Dammit. I didn't want to be sexually attracted to this man. He was a kidnapper and a stranger. I didn't know who he was, or why he even truly wanted me. Sure, I was a big rock star but this was going too far…

     My breathing quickened with fear as the Russian slid his hand down my chest and over my abdominals, beginning to trail his fingers along my boxer line. Closing my eyes tightly, I flinched as he began to unbutton my jeans. I didn't want this to happen…not like this…But then…he stopped. I felt something click along my wrist before Ivan's hands were placed on my waist and lips left my neck.

     Now curious as to why he suddenly stopped, as I had been completely vulnerable (not that I'd ever admit it out loud), I opened my eyes to find him smiling brightly at me, "We're here~"