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Frozen Shadow	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Warning: Language, mild humor, political talk
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic
Chapter 10
It had been so long since he had last been to a party, and he didn't want to leave. Arthur took another glass of brandy that was offered to him, already feeling the effect of the liquor. Although his important mingling was done he still wanted to acquaintance himself with others he would be seeing more of. So far he had met a decent amount of people all of whom were very impressed by his personality. Arthur knew a quarter of that praise was due to his English accent. It didn't matter, though. He was quickly gaining popularity and that was all that mattered. If you wanted to make it anywhere in this world, it always helped to 'know' somebody.
'Where did Ivan run off too?' Arthur thought to himself realizing that he hadn't seen the hulking man for an hour or two. He looked at the grandfather clock; eleven thirty. It was getting rather late. Finishing off the brandy, Arthur gave it to a servant and went to find Ivan. He searched the crowd, and asked if anyone had seen him. An elderly gentleman said he had seen Ivan on the balcony so Arthur rushed there, as fast as he could anyway. The alcohol was making him tipsy. He saw the large man sitting on the balcony rail with his legs dangling over the edge. "IVAN!" He shouted the man's name.
The sudden shouting of his name, which nearly made him tumble forward, startled him. He was lucky to have quick reflexes and caught himself. "Arthur?"
"Are you mad? Get down from there right now! You could fall!" Arthur scolded.
The Russian simply smiled at him as he stood erect on the railing, perfectly poised. He saw the fearful look on Arthur's face, so he decided to see how many more faces he could get out of the blonde. He balanced on one foot; Arthur squeaked. Ivan pranced on his tiptoes; Arthur covered his eyes and peeked through his fingers. "I can't fall, love. I have wonderful skill at balance." He let himself pace on the narrow rail. "Are you feeling okay?"
He hiccupped. "Too much brandy. Anyway, I'm ready to go back to Francis' flat now."
Ivan jumped from the balcony to land in front of Arthur. "I'm ready to go."
"Good. Then lets find Francis and we'll be on our way."
/
The following morning (after his hangover had passed) Arthur surprised Ivan by taking him to a local park. He had Francis' carriage readied for them and refused to let Ivan know where he was going. Ivan was a little off today. He was fairly quiet and looked tired. Arthur assumed it was still just an adjustment to being in the city. When they arrived, Arthur explained to him what it was.
"Isn't this nice, Ivan? You can live in the city and still have a taste of the wilderness!" Arthur proudly tapped his cane against a tree. "See? Real trees!"
Ivan looked around at the area noting how small the trees were, and how unhealthy. While the park had a natural smell Ivan could still sense the city fumes in the air, which was slowly destroying the trees. There was wildlife, but nothing extravagant or beautiful. A few squirrels and some birds. Many of the forest animals would never venture this far in to the city. But he supposed it was better than nothing and knew he should thank Arthur for bringing him here. The man was trying to cheer him up the best way he knew how. To Arthur, this must be his perfect idea of 'the wilderness'.
"Thank you for bringing me here, Arthur. It's pretty."
Arthur was smug. "I'm so glad I thought of it! Look! There's even a bird. See? Right there." He pointed with his cane. "Ugh! It has a worm!"
Ivan laughed. "Don't you see the nest, Arthur? Right there." He pointed to a bundle of straw and sticks between some twigs. "She's feeding her babies."
"Feeding them?" Arthur noticed the nest and the robin standing on the edge of it. "Might I see them?"
Ivan looked surprised. "See them? The babies?" He looked up at the nest. "Well, I could sit you on my shoulders…but you do have Mama Bird to contend with."
He scoffed. "Please! I've been on many hunts with my father and his friends back in England!"
Ivan rolled his eyes knowing that Arthur was lying but held his tongue.
"I'm not afraid of a small bird! Lift me up then!" He snapped his fingers and Ivan crouched on the ground. Arthur carefully seated himself on the broad shoulders, gripping the silver-blonde hair as Ivan stood up. "Closer to the tree! Do I look like I have eagle vision?"
Ivan whimpered a bit. "You're not as light as you look, you know!" He wobbled closer to the tree. "Ow! Careful! You're pulling my hair!"
Arthur sneered. "Then stop walking like a blasted chicken! Honestly, have you no balance for this?" He stopped his slew of insults when he caught sight of five baby birds cheeping in their nest. "Well now, hello there! They're so small and fluffy, Ivan!"
"Yes, they're babies. They haven't malted yet." Boy, Arthur sure was heavy today. Ivan felt himself breaking out in to a little sweat. He felt very tired all of a sudden, and his chest hurt along with his throat.
"I want a bird of my own! We'll go down to the pet store after this and purchase a bird! Perhaps a canary?" He looked down when Ivan didn't answer him. "Ivan? Are you alright?"
"Oh, yes…I'm fine." He wiped the sweat from his brow.
"You look- agh!" Arthur crossed his hands over his head as Mama Bird began to attack. "Blast it all! Shoo! You filthy thing!" His rapid flailing caused the man beneath him to lose balance, and before he knew it, both of them went down. "IVAN! YOU BIG LUMMOX!" Arthur scrambled to his feet to glare down at Ivan. "You could have broken my neck! Look at what you've done! Now my suit is dirty!"
Ivan slowly sat up, holding his head. "I'm sorry, Arthur. I just lost my footing." 'It was your damn flailing.'
"You can wrestle bears but you can't hold a simple man? Come now, you jest!" He growled while trying to dust off some of the dirt. "Honestly! Now I have to spend extra money getting this cleaned! I sure hope it comes out! For your sake, it had better!"
'Just shut up.' Ivan held his head. 'I love you, Arthur, but sometimes your voice is like a hawk singing opera!'
"Get up! I have to bring this to the tailor right now before it stains! Hey, are you listening to me?" Arthur put his fists on his hips, tapping his foot impatiently. "Ivan Bragisnki! Answer me!"
"I don't feel very good."
"Nonsense! If you hadn't have made us fall you wouldn't be feeling bad! Now get up!" Ivan did so, but slowly. "As Alfred would say, "You's slower than molasses'. If we go now I may be able to rent a suit until this one is cleaned! Did you bring your purse?"
Ivan pat his coat pocket. "I did, just as you asked."
"Splendid. Come on, then." He led Ivan back to the carriage, still miffed about his suit getting dirty. On the ride to the tailor, Arthur saw that Ivan's cheeks were tinted pink and the front of his bangs were a little damp. "Ivan? Are you well?"
"Hm? Oh, yes Arthur. I'm well." He answered softly.
Arthur raised a heavy brow, not sure if he believed him. "We shan't be long at the tailor. Once finished we'll go back to Francis' flat."
Ivan just nodded. The entire way he felt hot, sweaty, and uncomfortable. The suit he was wearing made him feel like he was on fire. While accompanying Arthur to the tailor, Ivan sat on a stool patiently watching as Arthur argued with the seamstress. At the moment Ivan didn't care. He wasn't feeling very well. He hadn't been sick for at least ten years and now he feared he was coming down with something. It had to be the city air. Bringing his arm up to his mouth he coughed into it, which made his throat burn. He wished he had some honey right now to soothe the burn in his throat. He dare not ask Arthur if he could buy some. The moment the blonde heard what he wanted to use it for there would be an issue. Ivan remembered a time at the cabin, just at the start of spring; Arthur had gotten a cut on his arm. Ivan offered to rub some honey on it, since honey was known to prevent minor infections. Arthur had nearly clawed his eyes out at the mere 'thought' of rubbing honey on his wound.
'I don't even know why I love him.' Ivan wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Ivan!"
He looked up when Arthur called his name.
"The seamstress will take care of my suit. In the meantime I can borrow this brown one." He showed off the suit. "It fits me well, don't you think?"
Ivan made himself smile, not really caring in the least. "It looks very nice on you, Arthur. Can we go now?"
Arthur rolled his green eyes. "Yes, we can go now. I wouldn't want you to get overly tired over simple things. Come, let's go back."
/
The moment they arrived at Francis' flat, Ivan went straight to bed. Arthur was a bit concerned by Ivan's sudden disappearance, but he would visit him later after his afternoon tea in the parlor. He sat in Francis' chair, picked up the book on the coffee table and began to read. His tea was brought to him. He smelt it. Peppermint. With a tiny sip he sighed in content. This was the life he wanted. This is where his heart was.
'And Ivan's heart is in the mountains.' Arthur glanced over at the staircase. 'He's probably just homesick. Big baby.'
Two hours had passed and Ivan still had not come down. Arthur shut the book and decided to go check on him. He knocked on the door to the room they shared, but there came no answer. Frowning, he quietly turned the knob and pushed it open, incase Ivan was still sleeping. Instead he found the man on their bed, panting heavily and sweating. Arthur rushed over to him.
"Ivan! What's wrong with you?" He placed his hand on Ivan's forehead. "You're burning up! Why didn't you tell me you didn't feel good?" He scolded.
'Seriously?' Ivan glanced at him. "I'll be alright, Arthur. It's this city air…I'm not used to it. The air is making my chest and lungs hurt."
"Well I'm still going to send for a doctor! Wait one moment!" Arthur left the room to tell a servant to fetch the nearest doctor. He turned back to the bed where Ivan was. "Is there anything I can get you?"
Ivan shook his head and turned fevered purple eyes to settle upon the blonde. "No, just stay with me?"
'I don't want to get sick!' Arthur said to himself. "I'll stay with you. I'll be right here." He took a seat on the trunk at the end of the bed. "Just rest until the doctor comes. We'll have you fixed up in no time."
"No…I mean will you lay with me?"
"To be honest, Ivan, I do not want to catch what you have, city air or not. I have important matters that need tending to soon and I cannot be sick for them. I will remain right here until the doctor comes."
Ivan closed his eyes with a sigh through his nose. "I held you all through the days and nights whenever you were sick." He covered his mouth to cough.
Arthur's heavy brow twitched. "Yes, you did. But that was when it was just you and me. We had nothing to worry about. I, on the other hand, need to make a living for myself."
Ivan glanced at him. "You can live with me."
"And if you choose to live here, with me, I will need to support us. No one is interested in bones and spirits here, Ivan."
The Russian could only turn away from him, moving to lay on his side. "I appreciate you staying here with me. Thank you." He coughed again.
"It's not a problem." Arthur glanced at the small mantel clock. 'Dash it all! I have to make that meeting soon! Ivan will want me to stay…but this is just too important! And where is that blasted doctor?'
"Mr. Williams? Doctor Marlon is here." Announced a servant.
"Splendid. Send him in." Arthur stood to shake hands with the graying man. "Good afternoon, Doctor Marlon. Thank you for coming out on such short notice."
The old man pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You caught me at a free time. You were very lucky. Now then, what seems to be the problem?"
"My friend here is from the mountains. Montana. This is his first real time in the city. He said it is the city air what is making him sick."
The doctor rolled Ivan over, who was still very much awake. He began examining him, looking at Ivan's eyes, nose, mouth, and throat. "Well, he does have a minor infection, probably from the city air, like you said. His fever is slight as well. A few days of rest, plenty of food and liquids and a bit of medicine will see him up and walking in no time at all."
"Fantastic." Arthur rubbed Ivan's shoulder. "See? You'll be fine in no time."
The doctor placed a small bottle on the end table. "One spoonful morning and evening." He gave the first spoonful to Ivan himself. "Send for me again if anything changes." He started to pack up and Arthur paid him.
"Thank you sir. My servant will see you out." Arthur went back over to the bed and fluffed Ivan's pillow. "I have a meeting to go to, so just rest here and get better."
Ivan gave him a panicked look. "You're not going to stay?" he turned his head to cough.
"I can't, Ivan. I have an important meeting to attend, and then after that a dinner party with some VERY rich business investors." Ivan was pouting at him. "Ivan, you're a grown man! Not a small child who needs me to hold their hand! I will be back later tonight, I promise. I won't take long. All you have to do is rest."
"…okay Arthur." Ivan responded sadly, bringing the covers up over his nose. "Be safe."
/
Arthur sat on the parlor couch along with another gentleman smoking pipes. Four more gentlemen were in the room with him as they discussed various topics about politics, business, and marketing. Thanks to Francis, Arthur was able to rejoin high society as if he had never left. These men were older than him but his mind and business skills were just as grand as theirs. A maid brought over a glass of brandy for him and he took it with a gentle 'thank you'. He toasted with the other gentlemen.
"So, Arthur," started Mr. Randal "Is it true you spent some times in the woods while visiting in Montana?"
"I did. And I must say it was quite an experience. My guide, Ivan, whom you met at the other party, took good care of me."
Mr. Stein spoke next. "But I must ask, why on earth were you in the woods at all? What purpose did it serve?"
Arthur was expecting this to come up so he had already conjured up a brilliant lie. "Well, gentlemen, way out west there is a rich abundance of natural resources that can be used and processed. For example, there are different types of trees out west that are stronger and more durable than the wood we find here. Mining in the mountains has already started with traces of gold and iron."
"I heard about that!" Commented Mr. Alan. "I am curious to explore the iron ores found there."
Arthur smiled at him and puffed on his pipe. "Precisely. So my time in the woods was simply to learn more about its resources. This is the land of opportunity, and all our opportunity is out west."
"True, but we face one big problem, and that's the Indians." Said Mr. Randal.
"Yes," added Mr. Alan. "Expanding further into their lands may start another war. As if those savages really stand a chance against our forces. But would we want to start another war is the main question."
"I say wipe them out." Commented Mr. Stein. "This land is for the civilized. We need to remove the red skins and those…cowboys? Is that what they're called?"
Arthur frowned a little. "We don't have to completely take their land from them. We can negotiate and borrow some of their land."
Mr. Randal laughed. "Please, Mr. Williams, I understand that you want to see this country expand, but you seem to forget that you are still a foreigner here. This land is not England."
Arthur narrowed his brows. "What does my home country have to do with anything? Your people have already claimed it from England years ago. If anything, England is far more advanced and civilized than America."
"Just how so?"
"Need I remind you about slavery?" He sipped his brandy.
"Hm. That is in the past. Are you saying that Europe and England have been angels?" Scoffed Mr. Alan.
Arthur shook his head. "I'm not saying that. All I am saying is that the Indians were here first and sharing is not so hard if we do it right."
Mr. Stein chuckled politely. "Did your mountain man friend tell you that?"
"Actually, he did. I even met with some Indians while I stayed with him." Okay, so he had been terrified of the Indians, but they didn't know that. "I found them to be very interesting people."
"Savages, Arthur. They're savages. Living in houses made of…mud and leaves? Wearing paint on their faces with all that…that headdress?" Commented Mr. Randal. "They do such horrible and uncivilized things!"
Arthur was growing very annoyed very quickly. "They never bothered us if we didn't bother them. My guide was friends with them. They had a mutual understanding of one another." He cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, all I am trying to say is we can expand so long as we do it properly. Men are still exploring out west. We do not fully know what is out there yet. There's been enough bloodshed in the world. Let's show the Indians that we can be civilized and kind." He sounded just like Ivan.
"Perhaps our Indian sympathizer is right on some accounts." Said Mr. Stein. "We can discuss these matters at another time. We should be leaving now for the dinner party."
Arthur had wanted to head home instead since they had a slight debate on an issue they knew nothing about. Still, he needed to make a living in the city so he had to mingle with the others despite their different views. He entered his carriage and followed the others to the dinner party. Once again he was among business owners, only this time they all spoke strictly of industry matters. The food was delicious and the brandy exquisite. Arthur was enjoying himself so much that he had lost track of time. The grandfather clock struck twelve midnight and the first thought on his mind was Ivan.
'I should get home to him.' Arthur thanked the host and hostess before taking his leave of the party. He had promised Ivan he'd be home early; that was an obvious lie. With any luck, Ivan would be asleep and not notice how late he came in. The carriage rolled up to the flat and he was let out. To his surprise, he found Francis was waiting for him in the parlor.
"Late night, Arthur?" Francis closed his book and turned up the lantern, filling the room with more light.
"I was busy meeting with business associates." He removed his hat and gloves. "I didn't know I had to be home at a certain time." Francis looked over to the other couch and he followed the other's gaze to see Ivan asleep on it, wrapped tightly in a blanket. Arthur frowned. "Why is he here and not in bed?"
Francis walked over to him. "I came home to find him curled up on the floor in front of the bedroom fireplace. When I asked him why he was on the floor, he answered that you were afraid of getting sick so he let you have the bed."
Arthur frowned.
"I tried to get him back into bed but he would have none of it. Instead, I helped him down here to the sofa and he's been asleep since seven o'clock." Francis crossed his arms over his chest. "He was staring at the mantel clock, waiting for when you would be back. As you can see, he got tired of waiting."
Arthur sneered. "Wipe that damned look off your face, Francis! I know what you're thinking. Ivan is a grown man! I'm not here to hold his hand! I have important work that needs to be done."
"You're not being fair to him, Arthur. In fact, you're being down right cruel. I've seen how you treat him, and the poor man never says one word of insult to you."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Ivan knows the kind of person I am. I insult you all the time, you pastry loving perverted frog!"
Francis smirked, flipping back his hair. "Well, then you will be pleased to know that our dear acquaintance, Marcus Hollingsworth, has invited Ivan to a private dinner." Francis held up the letter. "I convinced Ivan to say 'yes'."
Arthur's eyes widened dangerously. "Over my dead body! That queer has his eyes set on Ivan, and Ivan is too stupid to recognize the flirting!"
"Too late. Ivan already accepted."
Arthur lifted his chin and smirked. "We'll see about that. Ivan will do anything that I tell him to do."
"And that is where you are cruel." Francis pushed past him. "Goodnight Arthur."
Annoyed, Arthur waited for the frog to disappear upstairs before going over to the couch where Ivan was. He looked down at the sleeping man with a frown. This was his mountain man. The idea of Marcus putting the moves on Ivan irked him. Of course, he would never have to fear Ivan choosing someone else over him. He owned Ivan's heart, and even if Arthur did not love him back he didn't want another to have him. Yes, he was very selfish. However, he couldn't let on to others that he had a 'secret relationship' with Ivan. Perhaps he should let Ivan go on this private dinner date with Marcus. It was only dinner after all. Ivan only had eyes for him.
"Mmm…Arthur?" Ivan slowly stirred awake.
"Yes Ivan, I'm home now." He knelt down beside the sofa to stroke Ivan's bangs tenderly. "Come up to bed, okay? I'll keep you warm." He saw Ivan's sick features smile sweetly and for a moment Arthur's heart stopped at the sight.
"I'm glad you're home. I was growing worried." Ivan sat up slowly, keeping the blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
Arthur helped him stand. "It was a very busy night. I got caught up. Hold my hand as we walk up the steps."
The Brit carefully guided the Russian to there room, turning on the lantern to fill the room with light. The fire had died, and Ivan went over to make a new one. Arthur stopped him, saying that he would get a servant to do it for them. Ivan let himself be guided to the bed where he was eager to sleep on the mattress. Still sick, he kept his eyes focused on Arthur as the man ordered a fire to be made and then began to undress. Ivan smiled tiredly at the image of his lover outlined by the lantern flame. How pretty his lynx was. No one could see in Arthur what he could. Ivan made room for the other to climb into bed while the servant came in to star the fire. Ivan continued to stare at him while laying on his side. Arthur was on his back, green eyes already closed. He seemed to notice the stare and turned to look at him.
"Yes, Ivan?"
"You're beautiful." He saw Arthur blush. "I love you, Arthur."
"…I know."
"When will you love me?"
Those words had surprised the blonde, and he wasn't sure how to answer. "I do love you, Ivan."
"No, you don't. But that's okay." He turned his head to cough. "You will love me soon enough." He smiled.
"If it helps…I prefer you over all others."
Ivan's smile widened happily. "That is more than enough for me! Goodnight Arthur. Sleep well."
"You too."
"Sweet dreams!"
"Yeah…sweet dreams."
Ivan fell right to sleep while Arthur was stuck awake, feeling guilty.
/
3 days later…
"Oh my! You look very handsome!" Francis squealed at Ivan's image in the mirror. "All the ladies are going to just LOVE you!"
Ivan flushed a bit. "But I'm having dinner with Marcus. Are ladies allowed to approach me? What should I do if they do? I'm not familiar with…city ladies."
Francis smirked. "Oh, why, it's very easy! First, strike a sultry pose, like this." Francis arched his hip and leaned back a bit.
Ivan tried to mimic him but he felt too silly doing it.
"Now hold that pose! Give her your best 'come hither' stare." Francis gave his most sultry and seductive one. Ivan tried to mimic it, yet all it did was make him laugh. "Ivan, perhaps you should stick to being 'cute' and 'cuddly'!"
Ivan pouted. "I'm not a…what do you call it? A lady's man?"
The Frenchman shook his head. "Not by a long shot. Hmm…but women who already know you are attracted to your wild background. Let's hear your best 'roar' and 'purr'."
Ivan felt a little silly, but he gave Francis a 'purr'.
Francis raised a brow. "You sound like a sex-craved drowning cat." Ivan flushed. "Try again. Give me a sex 'roar'."
"ROAR!" Ivan shouted loudly, which nearly frightened Francis out of his skin. "Too loud?"
"Ahem. Yes. Let's take it down a few. You want to impress the lady, so make it a low, slow roar. Give it a try."
Ivan took a deep breath, struck a sultry pose, gave a wanton look, and 'roared' softly.
Arthur had just happened to walk in at that time and looked at Ivan's strange behavior. He raised a thick brow. "Are you constipated? What on earth was that?"
Ivan flushed in embarrassment, hiding his face behind his hands.
"I'm teaching Ivan how to impress a lady should she approach him this evening." Francis answered. "What do you think?"
Arthur let out an insulting laugh. "The name 'Ivan' and the word 'sultry' do not belong in the same sentence. That's like…like cooking a fine meal but leaving out all the spices."
"How rude!" Francis ignored him. "Don't worry, Ivan. I thought your come on was very…exciting!" he purred.
Arthur shoved him away. "Stand aside, frog! Your job is done here."
"The Queen of England has spoken." Francis bowed the entire way to the door before leaving.
Arthur waited until he was gone. "You do look handsome this evening." He fixed a button. "Are you prepared for your first single dinner?"
Ivan nodded. "Marcus is a nice man. He could be a friend."
"Marcus? A friend? He's only lusting after you. But I don't have to worry about you letting him 'do things' with you, do I?"
"No, Arthur! Never." Ivan gasped as the blonde grabbed his balls and squeeze lightly.
"These are mine! No one else's. Remember that tonight when you are dining with that queer Marcus!" He removed his hand. "Don't forget your hat and gloves."
Ivan rubbed his aching balls with a whine.
/
At dinner…
Arthur was at a separate table hiding behind his menu. Ivan and Marcus were a few tables across from him. He wished he could hear what they were saying. Ivan seemed to be having a good time with the man, he was laughing and talking happily. Arthur only ordered a brandy, or two, or three. By the forth one he was feeling warm and dizzy. He was a lightweight just as Francis had said. 'Stupid Ivan and Marcus.' He closed his eyes. 'I should go over to that queer and beat his little queer head with my mighty cane!' Arthur opened his eyes to see that they were gone! Did he doze off? Shrieking, he told the waiter to put the drinks on Francis' tab while he hurried out to find Ivan.
'Stupid Russian dancing bear! Send him to sell a cow he'll come home with magic beans! Where did they go?'
He wandered up and down the city streets, hoping to catch sight of them. He heard Ivan's laughter and followed the sound to a different street. Peeking around the wall, he saw Ivan and Marcus had stopped under one of the street lights.
"You are a very interesting individual, Ivan. This night was most enjoyable!"
"Thank you, Marcus. It's nice to have someone who likes to hear my forest stories."
Arthur grumbled.
"They were so interesting!"
'You lying sack of horseshit! You were just as bored as I was!'
"You have a talent for storytelling, my dear friend. How would you like a writer's job?"
Ivan's eyes widened. "A writer? Me? Little mountain goat Ivan? Me?"
"Yes, you!" Marcus grinned. "Oh what a fine author you'll make! People everywhere will love to read and listen to your tales and adventures!"
'Don't buy in to his nonsense, Ivan!'
"That is very sweet of you, Marcus. Wait until I tell Arthur! He'll be so excited for me!"
"Pfft! Arthur? That burnt British scone?" Arthur growled. "He's proud of no one but himself. Me, on the other hand, appreciate and respect you, Ivan."
'Yeah, so let me in to your pants.' Arthur translated what Marcus' words really meant.
"Do not speak badly of my Arthur. No matter what others may say about him he is still my Arthur."
Arthur's features softened, his eyebrows lifted, and his heart skipped a beat.
"I enjoy my Arthur."
"I can be more enjoyable for you." Marcus licked his lips. "What do you say about this?" He pulled Ivan down by the ears and kissed him.
Ivan froze.
Marcus continued to kiss.
Arthur's fist suddenly came out of nowhere and slugged Marcus in the jaw. "GET YOUR OWN DAMN BEAR MAN!"
Ivan was still frozen in place.
Arthur sneered at the squirming man on the sidewalk whining in pain. "Nobody fucks this bear but me, got it?"
Ivan blushed prettily. 'I feel like a princess!' Ivan gasped when Marcus pulled Arthur down by the hem of his suit coat, making the blonde tumble on the ground with him. 'Oh boy! A fight!'
End Chapter 10 TBC
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