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This Image of You	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Warnings: Hardcore Yaoi, language, slight horror.

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. The chapter title belongs to Walt Disney’s Cartoon “Johnny Fedora and Alice Blue Bonnet. I am making no money off of this fic. It is for pure entertainment. Any references are copyrighted by their respectable owners/creators.

Chapter 10: Johnny Fedora Lost Alice Blue Bonnet

“Ivan?”

Gilbert looked at him in confusion as his hand squeezed his wrist. Ivan appeared to be buzzed and flustered due to the pink blush at the base of his nose. Alfred took this chance to quickly escape from Gilbert and moves to stand by the others. Once he was away from Gilbert, Ivan removed his hand and smiled at him.

“This is a celebration. Why on earth would you want to start trouble?”

“Hmph.” Gilbert stood up and put his weapon away. “I think what we did the night before is a big indicator.” He narrowed his pink eyes at him.

“True, but Alfred was only having fun. We all are.” He hiccupped and wrapped his arms around Gilbert, pulling him to close to whisper in his ear. “You don’t need to be threatened by Alfred. I have no desire to bed him. I have you now…and you’re everything I could need. Let him be jealous. It’s more fun that way.” Gilbert smirked at those words and lowered his hands to grip Ivan’s ass.

“That’s what I want to hear. But be wary of his magic.” Ivan nodded. “Now, who’s ready to party?” Gilbert shouted to his friends, who were more than eager to join him.

Ivan was pulled into the circle, joining hands with Gilbert and Francis as they all lumbered around the bonfire. Most of the people were chanting in a strange language as they circled the bonfire but all he did was let out some joyous laughter now and again. This was the most fun he had had in a long time with other people and it was very much on his level of entertainment. He used to hate it when Gilbert would drag him to a club. Sure, he loved when Gilbert would dance to the beat of the music and rub up against him. But it just wasn’t his thing.

The festivities were cut short by the thunderous trumpeting of the king’s arrival. The music and dancing came to a quick halt with everyone looking in the direction of the king. When Ludwig came into view on horseback, all of the villagers fell to one knee and lowered their head. Ivan looked around, still the only one standing. Seeing the stoic look on Ludwig’s face reminded him on his place here in this world and biting his pride, knelt down. He himself had always thought people should bow to him just because. That made him smile and let out a little hiccup.

“Feliciano!” Ludwig called from his horse, looking around at the crowd. “Where is your future queen?” He asked everyone at the celebration. “FELICIANO!” He hollered loudly the second time and a frightened ‘veh!’ could be heard among the crowd.

Ivan felt the smaller man squeeze between him and Gilbert as he hurried over to Ludwig. The man trembled as he babbled a mile a minute before Ludwig yanked him up onto the front of his horse. Ludwig whispered something to him that helped Feliciano relax a bit. When he spotted Gilbert, he beckoned him with his finger. Gilbert grumbled and looked at Ivan, who just gave him a tipsy smile.

“It’s alright, go with your brother.”

“But I want to continue to have fun here! I don’t want to go back to the castle!” He protested and Ivan pinched his cheeks.

“We want your brother to accept us more openly so you should do as he says for the time being. There will be many parties for us in bed.” Gilbert’s eyes twinkled with anticipation.

“Bed is a good thing…but I know of a better place.” Ivan gave a little purr in response. “I’ll catch you later, Ivan! Stay away from Alfred!” Gilbert warned him before he ushered a guard off of a horse so he could ride it. The rider got down without complaint, now forced to walk. Ivan laughed.

The king turned to the crowd and bid them a joyous celebration before riding off with his men and Feliciano. Romano immediately started running off at the mouth and cursing at Ludwig’s back.

“He never let’s my stupid brother have any type of fun! That bastard keeps him in a cage! I’d like to take that crown off and beat him with it!”

“Hush now, my sweet little tart!” Antonio literally fell into him as he hugged his lover. “Let us drink and be merry!” Romano frowned.

“You are such a fucking drunk…”

“I on the other hand,” Started Francis “Will be partying with my newfound buddy here!” He wrapped his arm around Ivan’s shoulders and tapped the other’s chest with his wine bottle.

“Nah, I think I’ve had enough partying for one night. I want to take a walk.”

“Aww, but the night is still young!” Antonio whined. “Just because Gilbie left doesn’t mean you can’t have fun!” Ivan just laughed.

“It’s fine, really. I could use a quick walk alone. I used to do it all the time in my world.” Ivan let his eyes settle on Alfred, who was remaining strangely quiet. “You are better off here with the others. Follow me and I won’t be very happy.” Alfred sneered at him but Ivan gave his normal cheerful smile before walking, or rather wobbling, away from the group.

He walked through the city streets and headed to the woods outside of the realm. The snow came up to his ankles but he treaded through with ease. The sounds of festivities were slowly drowning out behind him until there was nothing but silence. ‘This is nice’. Ivan said to himself. Living in the city was nothing but noise and more noise. Car honks here, sirens there, shootings every now and again. But this environment was untouched by technology and firearms, something he could get used to.

He never cared much for gadgets or fancy things. After his American family adopted him he could have everything handed to him…but he didn’t want it. He had no real complaints about his adoptive family and heaven knows they went above and beyond to please him. Yet he was not happy there. Everything was too perfect and structured. There was no risk or danger, nothing that helped him to feel alive. As a teenager thinking all this he thought himself crazy. Normal people would be happy to have had what he had. That life was for some people but it wasn’t the life for him.

Statistics say that a large percentage of runaways are poverty stricken people, looking for acceptance and a new way of life. A small percent of that statistic goes to people like him, who come from a comfortable home but leave it. Many go back, but he never wanted to. They weren’t his real parents so he felt no remorse leaving them. Did they cry over his mysterious departure? He was almost certain they did. But he couldn’t go back. He was too far into the game of the streets to go back. He heard himself giggling and slumped against a tree.

“If I’m not battling for my life every day I don’t feel complete. What is wrong with me?” He dropped the bottle of medical vodka in the snow beside him as he plopped himself down on the fluffy white. His body was warm from the alcohol and he gave out a pleasured puff of air. “So peaceful…so quiet…” He closed his eyes and let the light snowflakes kiss his face. “Endless white all around…”

Ivan had lost track of time but it seemed pointless right now. He was lost in the beauty of the silent nature around him. Until he developed an eerie feeling deep within his belly. It was something he had never felt before and it stirred him from his light slumber. The little hairs on his neck tingled and stood up, sending a chill down his spine. Just then, he heard the soft whisper of a voice on the breeze.

“Ivan…” It was a mix between an echo and a whisper. It sounded familiar yet there was something off about it.

“Who’s there?” he asked back in a whisper. Ivan stood up from the snow and looked into the dark woods ahead of him. All the trees seemed to flash with faces, all with expressions of fear, dread, and grief.

“Ivan…” He heard his name again! This time the voice sounded confused.

“I’m here. Please…who are you?” He started to follow the sound of the voice, slipping further and further into the dark. “Where are you?”

“Ivan…” Now the voice was coming from behind him. He whipped his head around but saw nothing. “Ivan…” Now it was to his right! He felt himself start to panic through his haziness and he fell to the snow.

“Stop…just stop! I can’t take it!” He gripped his head and tugged at his hair. “Damn it all…JUST STOP!”

“Ivan!”

He froze. His eyes stared at the snow before him. His body trembled. His hands lowered. Whatever had said his name was directly behind him. When he turned around he was certain he would see something there. Slowly, oh so slowly, he turned his head and looked over his shoulder. His purple eyes widened and he gave a strangled gasp.

“G-Gilbert…!”

It was the opaque image of his deceased Gilbert standing behind him. He jumped to his feet and turned to face his lover with teary eyes of both relief and sadness. It really was him! It was the spirit of his Gilbert standing before him. This was his TRUE Gilbert! He knew it had to be him because of the bloodied red gash in his left temple. It dripped with blood that disappeared into the air. The sight made his heart ache and the bile rise in his throat. Even his eyes were bloodshot in the corners. He looked worn out and tired, almost miserable. And his Gilbert was always beaming with happiness. Gilbert’s entire ghostly body was transparent and colorless except for his eyes and the bloody gash.

“Gilbert? Is it really you? It has to be…what other explanation is there?”

“I am your Gilbert.” He answered in that deathly echo.

“What’s wrong, Gilbert? Why are you here? Why are you a ghost? Are you lost? How did you find me?” Everything Arthur had said was coming back to him and he hoped Gilbert’s answers would match so they would have something to go on.

“I don’t know where I am or how I got here. All I know is that my life ended so suddenly and I was tossed into a black, starless abyss. I don’t know how long I floated there…I was empty, alone, cold, and sad. Then you came…you showed up beside me!” Gilbert’s ghost smiled tenderly at him. “We floated along that abyss together, hand in hand…until something happened…something that filled me with such a terror I had never felt before. I can’t even describe it…all I remember was screaming and crying as the abyss was torn up into millions of pieces.”

“So I really am dead…” Ivan said in a whisper, looking down at his gloved hands. “I don’t really exist…”

“No, Ivan. You do exist. Here you do exist…you are real. I never crossed over with you. You fell into a black hole and I could do nothing to save you. I was torn from you…drug in the opposite direction. Before I knew it I was tossed upon hundreds and thousands of screaming, wailing souls. The worst sound I have ever heard…and you weren’t there to comfort me…”

“Gilbert…I am so sorry! I had no control over any of this! I don’t know how I ended up here! I thought I was still alive after you had died…I went to your viewing…” He started to cry. “I saw you laying there in that oak box…like a doll…a lifeless, beautiful doll. I thought I would never see your smirk or gaze into those pink eyes again…I don’t understand, Gilbert…I don’t have an answer for you. I am just as lost and confused as you are…I love you, Gilbert.”

“I love you too, Ivan…I’m sorry I never said those words to you but-“

“But I knew you felt them.” Ivan felt himself smile through his tears. “Stay with me, Gilbert. Stay here…live with me. I have your parallel self here! You can maybe…maybe…I don’t know, join together or something! Something must be able to be done! Arthur is a magician! A sorcerer! He could help us!” Ivan gave a crazed smile of hope and grief, looking like a madman.

“I don’t know, Ivan. I shouldn’t even be here…and neither should you.” Ivan’s eyes widened. “I would never take you away from this if you loved it…I have seen my alter self…a very good match for you.”

“But he still isn’t you.” Gilbert just gave a tiny smile before his features were overridden with pain.

“Ivan...oh Ivan…Ivan…” Gilbert clutched at his chest and bent forward. “It hurts, Ivan. This wound…in my head…it hurts all the time. Constant pain…it never stops…the blood continues to flow…”

Gilbert closed his eyes and bloodied tears started to fall, dripping down his cheeks. They disintegrated into the air before them and Ivan felt the helpless rage building up inside of him. He tried to reach out and grab Gilbert’s soul to comfort him but his body fell straight through. He attempted it again and again but still Gilbert was out of his reach. The bloody tears just kept pouring from his eyes and the pain of wound made his lover moan. One more time he attempted to take Gilbert into his arms but he had failed, falling into the snow. With a few heavy breaths through gritted teeth, Ivan gave a loud, furious cry of anger into the night sky.

It was full of frustration and rage for his failure to save Gilbert. It was his fault Gilbert had joined the gang. It was his fault Gilbert left his comfortable home. It was his fault Gilbert lived in poverty. It was his fault that Gilbert’s life had ended so violently when it did. He gripped his head and just screamed his helplessness into the night air, curling into himself.

“Don’t blame yourself, Ivan. It was all my choice. I chose this life. I knew the risks. They told me they had you at gunpoint. Their story was something I could not ignore. I had to save you…but when I got there…it was all a setup. I should have known better but all I could think of was you. There were so many of them…more than I would have calculated.”

“What did they do to you?” Ivan finally spoke after he was done screaming. “What happened? Please… I need to know.” He turned his helpless eyes upwards to Gilbert’s ghost.

“I fought them…I fought them with everything I was. I took out many…busted ribs, broke limbs and noses…but even I could not withstand their numbers. They tackled me…tied me up…beat me…and raped me.” Ivan’s eyes turned murderous.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Fuck, Gilbert…why didn’t you tell me they did that?”

“There was no time! When you came to save me I didn’t want to tell you! I just wanted to get out of there! If only I wasn’t in so much pain back there…if only I wasn’t so terrified and worried for you…then I would have run faster and maybe dodged that bullet. But I couldn’t. Every pull from you sent such pains through my body. I tried so hard to hide it…I remember the cum and blood dripping down my thighs as we ran…I was so scared and confused. Me, scared and confused. I thought myself so tough but in that situation…I was completely powerless.”

“Stop crying…for God’s sake, Gilbert! STOP CRYING THOSE TEARS!” Ivan couldn’t help but stare at the bloody tears as they continued to fall and fall around his lover’s ghost.

“I can’t stay any longer…”

“Why? Why not? Why can’t you stay?” Ivan asked him in a whisper. “I want you stay with me…I want to help you! I’ll find out how! Please don’t leave me again…”

“I will always be waiting for you, Ivan. I’m doing it right now.” Gilbert paused. “Something…something is pulling at me.” Gilbert’s tear-stained eyes looked away from Ivan and further into the distance of the woods. “Something…strange. It’s like a song…a beautiful song…a lonely song…” Gilbert’s ghost appeared to be in a trance as it started to float along the snow.

“GILBERT! GILBERT WAIT! DON’T GO, GILBERT! DON’T GO!” Ivan rushed after him but like before, he was unable to grab a hold of him. Gilbert’s ghost kept floating further and further away from him. “GILBERRRRRRRRRRRRT!” Ivan shouted at the top of his lungs and reached for the retreating figure of his deceased lover. In an instant, Gilbert’s image was gone and once again, Ivan was left all alone. “Gilbert?” He gave a crooked smile and stood up, walking in the direction of the spot where he last saw him. Blindly, he kept gripping at the air in some vacant hope of grasping a sliver of his ghostly figure.

“Gilbert?”

That’s when he knew the ghost of his lover was gone from him. That short time they had together was taken from him and he screamed into the night sky. He collapsed into the snow; his body and mind drained dry. The snow should feel cold around his body but all it did was comfort him. The freezing cold made his body numb so he couldn’t feel.

That was the ghost of Gilbert coming to him, pleading for help and crying tears of blood. He had been taken from Gilbert’s grasp and the man was frightened. Could he blame him? No, never. He was a lost soul wandering blindly through a changing of worlds. Like himself, Gilbert is lost among the break between the three worlds, just as Arthur had said. Gilbert was in pain, constant pain. But he wasn’t hurting when they were together. So what did that mean? Did it mean that Ivan should end his life here so he could be with Gilbert? But on the flip side, what was calling Gilbert away from him? The man’s spirit moved in a trance, like a Pied Piper was calling to him. Blindly the ghost followed, never once looking back at him.

Did he really see Gilbert or was it just his drunken imagination? In his subconscious did he think Gilbert was raped and murdered? Was that really Gilbert he saw just now? Whatever, or WHOEVER it was, left him feeling alone and empty. The same feeling he had when Gilbert’s life was taken from him. His body was numb, just like it was back in his world. No music, T.V., sound, or images could heal the empty hole in his heart. It was so hard to explain to a third person unless they had experienced the same. No one could really understand the hopelessness he had felt in his heart. Man and woman, woman and woman, or man and man. Whatever the status, the loss of your significant other is a feeling no one can relate to unless having lived it themselves. And with that feeling, Ivan was completely alone. Alone among the vast scale of white and black that surrounded him.

“Who…? Who are you?” He heard himself questioning. “Who are you to call my beloved Gilbert away? Who?” Ivan just closed his eyes as his body was engulfed in the snow, all his strength and logical thought stripped of him. He heard himself whispering Gilbert’s name on his lips as his vision faded to black.

The next morning, he awoke to the sound of chirping birds and a strange bellowing cry. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked up from the snow. A large male moose was walking nearby so he had to get up before he was stepped on. He shook the blanket of snow off of him and carefully stood up as to not attract the moose’s attention. He had a splitting headache and was finally feeling the cold. With a shiver, he buried his nose in his scarf and wrapped his fur shawl around him tightly. Now began the long walk back.

“Has anyone seen Ivan?” Gilbert asked the other clerics who all just shook their heads. “Shit…where the hell could he be?”

He thought out loud. With a sigh, he took his share of potato stew, three biscuits, and some dried meat. Instead of sitting by the fire he chose the window to watch for Ivan. As he ate he thought about Ivan and why he didn’t come to his bed last night. Gilbert was certain Ivan would come to him after the celebration, unless he passed out with Francis and Antonio. If that were the case then he would be stumbling his way in soon. Unless Francis got to him and that thought made him laugh.

“Master Gilbert, Tsar Ivan has arrived.” Said one of the clerics coming up to him.

“It’s about time!”

“But…he looks very worn out and deeply troubled.” Gilbert got up quickly and rushed along the corridors to the front entrance. Sure enough, Ivan was huddled over for warmth.

“Ivan!” He called to him and the man looked up as he approached. “Ivan, where have you been? You do look terrible! What happened to you?” Gilbert was a bit surprised when Ivan suddenly hugged him, his body frozen and wet. “Lets get you by the fire and out of those clothes.” His lover said nothing as they walked to the fireplace. Gilbert helped him strip and gave Ivan his cloak to wrap around himself. “Sit. Warm up.”

“Thank you.” Ivan sat very close to the fire and sighed at the warmth that radiated from it. He held the blanket tightly around him and didn’t notice when Gilbert sat next to him.

“Ivan…what happened to you? You aren’t acting like yourself.”

“You’d never believe me if I told you…or maybe you would. I don’t know. I don’t know if I believe it myself.”

“Try me. I fight monsters and demons, Ivan. I can believe almost anything.” Ivan nodded and stared at the fire.

“In the woods last night I encountered Gilbert’s ghost.” Gilbert’s eyes widened a bit but he said nothing. “I could see through him…he was lost, scared and alone. He was in pain with his gash constantly bleeding. And he was crying tears of blood…and I couldn’t do anything to help him. He spoke to me…and told me everything that had happened to him.” Ivan let his head fall to Gilbert’s shoulder. “Then he disappeared. After this I have to talk to Arthur…there must be a way to save Gilbert’s spirit.”

“I’ll help too.” Gilbert said softly. “That Gilbert is still basically me so I have to help. I want to.” Gilbert rest his cheek on the top Ivan’s head. “But…what does that mean for us?”

“We are still ‘us’. That doesn’t change. Who knows what will happen. All I know is that I was dead but I’ve come back to life once I ended up here. Gilbert…is dead. He can’t come back. And even if he did, I wouldn’t let you go.”

Gilbert stared into the fire and thought about Ivan’s words. Would having two Gilbert’s around be a good thing or a bad thing? Could he share Ivan with himself? He didn’t see why not. And that would only be if something could be done to save the other Gilbert. Maybe there was something else he could do to help Ivan. After they were done with Arthur he would take him to the Moon Temple. He would do a scared chant and ritual there to help ease Ivan’s suffering. The temple was very serine and secluded, making it easy to relax.

“It doesn’t make sense…none of it does. To think that I was dead and then to exist again.” Ivan lifted his head. “Even after all the horrible things I have done…I was someone granted a second chance with my life. How does that happen?”

“I don’t know…it’s all very strange. But after we see Arthur I’m taking you to the Moon Temple.”

“Why there?”

“I just think you should see it. I want to show it to you.”

“Alright, I don’t mind.”

“We’ll stay here a bit longer to warm you up, then we will go and see Arthur.”

The two sat in silence for a long while before Ivan felt strong enough to walk. They went back to his room to get some spare clothes and shoes. Together they entered the castle and made their way to Arthur’s chambers. Ivan knocked gently and they were granted permission to enter. Arthur looked up from his potion bottles with a sigh.

“What is it? It better be important.”

“It’s very important.” Ivan said and walked up to him. “I never, ever beg but I desperately need your help.” Arthur raised a confused eyebrow but nodded, offering them a seat.

“Please sit. Now what is it that has you so spooked?” Ivan told him about the things Gilbert’s ghost had said and what had happened. Gilbert held his hand the whole time.

“So…is there a way to save Gilbert’s spirit? Is there anything you can do? I can’t keep living knowing that Gilbert’s ghost is suffering.”

“Wait a moment.” Arthur wiggled his finger in thought as he got up and went over to his bookshelf. He looked through them, still muttering to himself before finding the book he wanted. “Ah, here it is.” He brought it over to them and took a seat on the animal carpet, opening the pages of the book. “This is an ancient book but it should have our answers.” Ivan and Gilbert joined him on the floor to look at the book, both unable to understand one word of it.

“What does it say?” Gilbert asked him when Arthur stopped on a particularly wordy page.

“One moment.” He said as his eyes darted back and forth, reading the words. “It’s as I thought.” He looked up at Ivan. “The answer is yes. We can keep your Gilbert’s ghost from suffering.” Ivan smiled. “However, the necessary ingredients I need cannot be found in this region.”

“What region?” Gilbert ask.

“The outer regions where the mountains split and is very cold.”

“Ice and blizzard territory.” Gilbert said with a huff.

“Arthur, what needs to be done? I will do it.” Ivan said seriously.

“Basically, with the ingredients I need I will have to use them to cast a very strong and powerful spell. The spell will come from the cosmos, some very old and dangerous magic. With it, Gilbert’s spirit will be able to take a body and live once again.” Arthur looked at Gilbert. “You would be the best choice since you’re both the same person.” Ivan beamed with delight and turned to Gilbert.

“You will do it, won’t you, Gilbert?”

“Uh…I…I guess so. I mean, that’s a bit weird, to have another person living inside of you.”

“But it will be you!” Ivan reminded him.

“But will I be the same as I am now?” Gilbert directed the question to Arthur.

“Hard to say. From what I can gather, you will have some different mannerisms and understand more about Ivan’s world. Because you are the same person I would think the changes would be minimal. Nothing bad will come from it. But it will be a long journey, are you both prepared?”

“I am. I’m willing to do anything to help my Gilbie.” Ivan said and looked to Gilbert. “You will accompany me, right?”

“Hell yes!” He smirked. “This is an adventure and I’d be a pussy to miss out on it! Things won’t be boring!”

“That’s my Gilbert!” Ivan cheered and hugged him close. “Together we will go on this adventure and fight side by side, just like we always have! I can’t thank you enough, Gilbert! You’re willing to do this for me!”

“Well, I don’t see why I can’t help a person who is practically me. And it will make you very happy and I do want to help the other Gilbert too. I am just a big softy.”

“But you’re my big softy!” Ivan pulled him in for a deep kiss. Just as Gilbert was getting into it, Arthur cleared his throat, interrupting them.

“Do you wish to hear what items you will need to gather?”

“Yes. Tell us. Better yet, write them all down!” Ivan said with excitement and got up to fetch Arthur the paper and quill.

“Alright, there are three items you will need. One, a clawed foot of a white hawk. Two, a colored diamond buried deep within a grotto. And three, a bone from the body of a Giant Coral Centipede.”

“Centipedes don’t have bones.” Ivan pointed out.

“These types are monsters…not your average bug.” Arthur got up and took a map from his pile of scrolls. “I will mark where the items should be.” He made three ‘x’s on the map. “They should all be in these general areas. It will be up to you to find their exact spots.”

“Got it.” Ivan gave him a thumbs up.

“Arthur, prepare us a traveling bag full of your strongest potions and healing salves.” Ordered Gilbert.

“I’ll get on it right away. I hope you can successfully complete this journey. I could use those items on my shelves. They’ll never go bad.”

“Ooooooh boy.” Gilbert said in a huff. “I just realized…we have to ask Ludwig’s permission to go.” All three froze.

“Out of the question!” Ludwig said with a slam of his fist on the armrest. “The outer regions are nothing but forests and wastelands!”

“Brother…this is important to me and Ivan.” Gilbert gently pleaded with him.

“Arthur should be finding ways to help save our kingdom for whatever massive changes may occur.”

“But, your majesty, if I have these items I can do much more with them.” Arthur pointed out with a bow. “They can also aid in various other worldly things, such as the changes of our environment. If I have them I can further my studies.”

“But why Gilbert and Ivan? Surely there are some others who could get the job done. Gilbert has never been on a quest and I highly doubt Ivan has.”

“This has to be completed by them.” Arthur stated. “I strongly suggest you let them go with your blessing. They wish to leave by tomorrow morning.”

“Why should I let them? They’ll only get lost in sleeping with one another. Gilbert has never been able to properly focus.” Gilbert glared at him.

“You are wrong, brother. I want to help Ivan as well as my parallel self. Grant me this, brother.” Ludwig growled a bit.

“No. I still think-“ He stopped when Feliciano put his hand on his shoulder and looked down at him. Ludwig looked upon his lover’s face and read the gentle emotion there. Ludwig sucked his teeth and gripped the rims of the armrests. “Very well.” He said with a heavy sigh. “You may leave upon the morrow and gather what you need. You may take anything from the armory and anything else the both of you may need.” Gilbert looked at Ivan with a grin. “Dismissed.” The three men exited the room and Feliciano turned to his lover.

“Thank you for letting them do this, Ludwig. It’s very heartwarming and sweet to know that Ivan will do anything for his deceased lover. I would love to meet my other self!” Ludwig just stood up from the chair and held his chin with concern, gently pacing the floor. “Ludwig?”

“Do me a favor, Feli. Try not to talk to me for the rest of the day.” Feliciano frowned deeply as Ludwig took his leave of the throne room.

At sunset, Ivan and Gilbert traveled the stone path of a small hill that lead to the Moon Temple. They rode on horseback with Ivan sitting behind Gilbert. Gilbert insisted on being the head rider but Ivan didn’t mind. He loved wrapping his arms around his lover and pressing his crotch against the other’s lower back.

The temple was different then he had envisioned. It was fairly small and shaped like a circle. The stones were all white and the entry steps were solid marble. Gilbert was wearing his white robes this time with his hood up. Ivan silently followed behind him as they entered into the temple. The rest of the floor was marble and the walls painted a deep blue. In the center was a large circular pool with crystal clear water. It was lined with a sort of mosaic design depicting the moon in its many stages. Torches and candles lined the walls but the flames blazed blue instead of red. Up above the ceiling was open in the center, probably where the moonlight could shine through. Against one circular wall there sat a curved table covered with a velvet blue runner and various little objects. The temple was beautiful.

“Gilbert, why does the fire burn blue?” He asked, looking at one of the floor torches.

“There is a special liquid we make that allowed the flames to burn blue like that. It’s a very ancient recipe.”

“This temple is lovely. I feel at ease already.” Gilbert smiled at him.

“Now you get to see me in action with my priestly ability.” Ivan raised an amused eyebrow.

“Priestly ability, you say? Does it involve you bathing naked in that pool?”

“Actually, it does.” Ivan’s eyes twinkled and he wiggled his fingers. “But not for awhile.” Ivan whimpered at that. “Just take a seat on the floor for now. I have some praying to do.”

“You better pray you can walk properly after I get done with you.” Gilbert smirked over his shoulder at his lover before kneeling in front of the table. “I wish I was that table.” Gilbert flicked him off.

“Quiet. I have to concentrate. Shh.”

Ivan watched silently while Gilbert prayed softly in front of the table of objects. He knelt perfectly still with his hands out palm up. Whatever he was chanting Ivan couldn’t make out. The praying continued for a while until he started to nod off from boredom. He had only gone to church once during a Christmas mass but only to get warm. The decorations and singing were beautiful but Gilbert’s temple rivaled that. Mainly because Gilbert was in it. Ivan paused in mid-yawn when all the flames suddenly blew out at once. The only light they had now was the moonlight shining on the pool.

Ivan watched his lover slowly stand from the table and he began to strip. He never took his eyes off Gilbert’s body, watching each bit of skin closely as it was revealed. When Gilbert was down to his boots he had to bend over to untie them. Ivan felt his cock spring to life and he let out a gentle moan. Gilbert turned and walked over to the pool in all his naked glory. Ivan stood up as well but Gilbert raised a hand to stop him. He walked up the three steep steps and carefully stepped into the pool. The water came up to his groin and he stood still in the center, letting the moonlight shine over him.

Ivan couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful sight that was his Gilbert. His body was beginning to relax and he felt lighter on his feet. Everything he was worried about seemed to disappear and filled him with a strange feeling of hope. Without waiting for an invitation, Ivan stripped himself and went over to the tub. Gilbert didn’t move as he entered the water and to his surprise it was warm! He thought it as going to be ice cold because of the surrounding weather.

“This water was blessed eons ago by one of the main moon gods. It purifies itself every night. Right now one of the moon gods let us borrow their power so you could find tranquility for awhile.”

“Tranquility for me, right now, would be if I was buried to the hilt inside of you.” Gilbert gave a little blush.

“But this is a scared place.”

“So? All the more reason to defile it. Doesn’t taboo turn you on?” Ivan moved closer to Gilbert.

“Well…the gods don’t hold the power they used to.” He smirked. “Although I don’t think it’s wise to piss off a god the night before our journey.”

“Doesn’t the moon pertain to sex in a way, though?”

“It does.”

“So what’s the problem then?” Ivan pulled him close.

“I suppose nothing.” Gilbert wrapped his arms around Ivan’s neck and rest their foreheads together. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Much better.” Ivan reached his hand behind Gilbert to press his fingers to the other’s entrance. Gilbert let out a gasp and pressed back.

“My second session of sex will be in an ancient temple pool.”

“Yes, and water makes everything easier too.” Ivan brought his lips down to Gilbert’s neck to kiss and suckle.

“Mmm…we have to make this fast. Clerics come up here all the time at all different hours.”

“I can give it to you quick and hard.”

Ivan lowered himself into the water and pulled Gilbert with him. The water was up to their chests and Gilbert straddled Ivan’s lap. His knees pressed into the hard tile beneath them but he didn’t care. The feel of Ivan’s cock resting against his ass was the only important matter. His body was growing hot quickly and he felt the need to be filled come over him in rapid waves. His backside still ached but the need for the act was more powerful than physical comfort.

Gilbert gasped when he felt two of Ivan’s fingers press inside of him, stretching his aching muscles. The pain wasn’t as sharp as the first time and was bearable. Ivan’s lips came up to his and they met in a kiss. Ivan added another finger into him and Gilbert broke away from the kiss to cry out at the pressure. Gilbert’s own erection used the friction of their bodies to stimulate it further. With every rock onto Ivan’s fingers his erection would rub against the other’s pudgy belly. The fingers pressed deeper inside and his eyes flew open when his sweet spot was tickled.

“Fuck!” He let his head fall to Ivan’s shoulder and panted, pushing back against the fingers. “Stop with the fingers!”

“But you aren’t quite ready yet.” Ivan responded. “I want you to be whining and begging for me to take you here in this holy place.” Gilbert felt a shudder go through him at the mention of their taboo.

“Just…just hurry up! I want your cock, not your fingers.”

“You speak such naughty words in the eyes of your deity.” Ivan said with a chuckle and removed his fingers.

“One of my deities.” He replied with a pant and lifted his hips while Ivan positioned his cock.

“As long as I am your main deity.” Gilbert smirked.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself. If anyone is a deity it’s m-EE!” Ivan silenced him by pressing his cock inside of him. Gilbert bent back as more of Ivan went further into him. “Oh gods above…”

“How does it feel?”

“Better than last time.” Gilbert said and quickly sat himself the rest of way down Ivan’s cock. The width was still something his body had to get used to and the dull ache only made him hornier. “Fuck me…we won’t have such time on the trip.”

“Oh yes we will. I will find time for that.”

Ivan gripped those soft globes and started to guide Gilbert’s hips up and down around his length. Gilbert had caught on and his hands gripped the rims of the pool to help steady himself. Starting slow, he rocked himself against Ivan before speeding up. He moaned when his sweet spot was hit and he kept lifting himself up nearly all the way before slamming back down.

Ivan watched his lover bouncing before him in the moonlight and for a moment he thought Gilbert looked like a god. A beautiful, sexy god that was sucking him in. He gripped the other’s hips and started to buck up into him. He drew more cries out of his lover with each thrust before holding him close. He briefly thought about his other Gilbert and how he was currently suffering while he was here buried within comfortable pleasure. But he would save him. He had to stay strong and keep focused. Right now his focus was to bring Gilbert to his second orgasm in this holy house.

“Shit…I’m cumming…I can feel it!” Gilbert gasped out and pressed himself down as fast as he could, feeling Ivan’s cock brutally press against that spot. “Don’t move!” He commanded and kept up his pace, letting the build up boil in his lower belly. With a few more downward thrusts he let out a cry to the moon above them and came in the water.

“My Gilbert!” Ivan growled out and bit down on his neck, drawing blood. He held Gilbert’s hips tightly and pumped up once or twice before he came as well. He held Gilbert tightly to his body and felt tears well up in his eyes. Gilbert, coming down from his high, felt the tears on his chest.

“Ivan?”

“Don’t leave me…I’m close to having both of you but I couldn’t stand if something happened to you too.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” He panted out. “I brought you here to relax, not to make you feel worse.”

“Stay with me tonight?” Ivan pleaded.

“You can stay in my room. Everything is set and ready for tomorrow…this is our last night in a real bed for a long while.” He lifted himself off of Ivan’s softening erection. “Maybe we’ll have more fun again in bed.”

“I’m sure we will…as long as you feel alright?” Gilbert smirked.

“I feel awesome.” He said and climbed out of the tub to get dressed.

Ivan did the same, keeping his eyes focused on Gilbert. He couldn’t stand it if he lost both Gilbert’s. He would have to be on his toes constantly to protect him from any dangers they may face. Ivan didn’t know what they were going to be up against on this journey in this strange world. He had never been on a fantasy journey before. It was like in all those silly movies Gilbert and Alfred used to watch. But it wouldn’t be a movie they were in, it would be reality. Things may get dangerous but he was prepared to face them. He would do anything to save the soul of his beloved Gilbert.

‘Wait for me, Gilbert. Hang on just a little longer.’ He said to himself, looking up at the moon. ‘I won’t let you down a second time.’

“It’s so cold here…” Gilbert’s spirit said to the silence around him. He had been following the strange sound for what felt like eternity without rest. His ghostly body was still in pain from the wound and he felt himself falling closer and closer to the snow. “Whatever gods exist…please…please I beg of you…ease my suffering…”

“Don’t worry. You will be able to rest peacefully now.”

Gilbert heard the voice speak to him in the snow and he looked up. Before him was a tall person in the most frightening armor he had ever seen. Even his imagination could not have conjured up something as foul as that. The armor was made entirely of bones, all painted black. They weren’t bones of men but undoubtedly animal bones. How the bones were connected into armor baffled him but he was more frightened than anything. The helmet looked to be the skull of some strange animal, like a mix between a wolf and a bear. The person’s face was hidden within the jaws of the skull and all Gilbert could see were gem-like purple eyes looking down at him. Was this Death or someone else?

“Don’t be afraid, little lost soul. I won’t hurt you. I’m here to help you.”

“W-who are you? Where do you come from? You can stop my pain?”

“Yes. I can ease your suffering and take you to heaven, or whatever you wish to call it. I am a Soul Chaser, one of the ancient beings that have existed since the beginning of time. We inhabit the farthest regions of the universe, beyond and behind the stars we lurk. Far beyond your feeble imagination. It makes me laugh how clueless the worlds are to what lies beyond the stars. Such sights and wonders there are.” Gilbert’s ghostly body trembled at the words for they filled him with fear and hopelessness. He held out his bone-covered hand. “Come with me, little one. Don’t be afraid.” Gilbert stared into his eyes and then let out a gasp. His eyes welled with tears but these were not ones of blood. They were pure, normal salty tears.

“I know you…oh…oh I know you…thank whatever is listening to have sent you to me! Of course I will go with you…I would go anywhere with you.” He smiled through his tears and took the man’s hand. Immediately he cried out in pain as his body disintegrated into powder and disappeared into the helmet where the man swallowed it.

“Mmm…yummy souls. You can rest peacefully now within me. I will take on your pain.” He walked further up the snow dune to look upon the world. “Still missing one. Ivan. Ivan Braginski. Oh, how I would LOVE to meet you. Escaping death in such a rare manner. Well, no matter. You won’t be free for long. Soon you will be joining your lover in eternal rest. No one is allowed to escape death.”

He let his weapons appear, one at his belt and the other at his hands. His belt consisted of a heavy iron stick with a curved end and his hands held a chain with a heavy pendulum attached at one end. He casually swung the pendulum blade in circles to his right, laughing manically.

“This is going to be so much fun! I’ll tear his little fleeing soul apart!” With that the man in bone armor disappeared.

End Chapter 10 Part 1. Part 2 coming shortly!

***I had to break it up into parts. I think it will be easier. Part 2 will be the journey and focus more on Ivan and Gilbert than any others. I hope you enjoyed the first part! ^^ I promise to have part 2 soon! You guys rock!***
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