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A Storm of Sunflowers	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 4890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. This story is strictly for fun and for the enjoyment of fans.

Chapter List
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***Warning: Hardcore Yaoi ahead! IvanXAlfred, IvanXYao

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

***Sorry I took so long, everyone! I got caught up in work and needed to catch up on much needed sleep for my aging brain lol. This chapter is another long one when I had said I would try to make them shorter. (Forgive me!) Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the emails and reviews! XOXOXO

Chapter 11

“Hey Feliks? What exactly is a ‘mistress’?” Alfred asked him from the window seat, popping a decorated teacake into his mouth. Feliks looked up from his current sewing project, which was another one of Yao’s new outfits.

“A mistress? Like, why do you want to know that?”

“I just want to know what exactly it is so I can do the part right. Ivan said I was his ‘mistress’ the last time we were together.” Feliks looked at him with an amused smirk before biting off the excess thread.

“It’s like, simple really. You’re the ‘other woman’.” Alfred frowned.

“But I’m a man.”

“Okay, then let me like, rephrase that. Yao is Ivan’s wife, correct?” Alfred nodded.

“Yeah, he said I was his ‘second wife’ as well.” Feliks sputtered out a laugh and Alfred’s eyebrows lowered. “I don’t see what’s so funny about this.”

“I just can’t believe this! This is like, the whole house being turned WAY upside down! To put it simply, YOU are the ‘wife’ he goes with to get AWAY from the real one. Like, you’re better at sex with Ivan than Yao is. Yao tends to dislike sex, only the heavens know why, and that’s why Ivan’s, like, straying away. And if you were a woman, you could have kids with him and they would have about the same royal rights as his legitimate ones. You are, like, kept secret though. Word will get out around the court…and come to think of it, Ivan’s never had a mistress before. He’s had courtesans but they didn’t last long. There must be something he likes about you to make you his ‘mistress’.”

“So I’m basically a cheap version of Yao?”

“Well, husbands do tend to love their mistress’s MORE than their legal wives. As you know, their marriage was arranged for political reasons. You think Ivan would like, choose YAO over so many- wait, scratch that. Let’s change ‘Yao’ to ‘Ivan’. Yao would choose Ivan over- okay, you know what, bad example. Ivan and Yao married so their kingdoms could join and be with the head kingdom blah, blah, blah. You are his ‘mistress’, a wife of his own choosing.”

“So you think he likes me more than Yao?” Feliks shrugged his shoulders.

“Hard to say. But if Yao finds out…don’t let yourself be in like, a locked room with him. He may not be so nice.” Alfred rolled his eyes.

“He hates me enough already. I feel like such an asshole for saying this but I have my own ambitions just like he has and I’m not giving them up because he’s ‘first wife’ to Ivan. I have to look out for myself. I have people and animals who are counting on me.”

“There ya go! Keep that spirit!” Feliks smiled at him before deciding to get up and go check on a drugged Feliciano who started to make tiny noises. Kiku had made him some sleeping powder they had slipped into his tea to keep him calm. Feliciano was rolling around on the sofa and moaning when Feliks pulled the covers up around him.

“Ve~ Wiggy home yet?” Feliciano asked Feliks.

“Sorry, I’m afraid not.” Feliciano became teary eyed again.

“I like rainbows…and kittens go up lanterns?” Feliks nodded at the drugged tea talk.

“Yes, that’s right. They do.” He fluffed his pillows.

“Dog over there…cake…I like cake dog.” Feliks turned to Alfred with an amused smirk and mouthed to him ‘I love this!’ Alfred thought it was a bit rude to be making fun of someone’s current condition.

“WAAAAAHHHHH!” Feliciano suddenly cried out “Why hasn’t Wiglug married me yet? WAHHHHH!”

“You’re like, not tall enough honey. Now calm down.” Feliciano’s crying stopped as Feliks offered him a solution. “And your boots never match your clothes.”

“Ve~? O-okay…I’ll work on that, yeah…” Feliks just rolled him over so he was facing the couch.

“Go back to sleep.” Feliciano mumbled something about a party and cats and Alfred snapped his fingers.

“Oh yeah, that reminds me, Ivan said he and Yao were going to a masquerade ball soon.” Feliks turned around quickly to look at him and grinned.

“You mean the end of August one, right?!”

“Y-yeah?”

“Haha! Great! That’s like, the best party of the year! We’re all sneaking in! I have tons of costume we can wear!”

“Uh…I’m not sure how much I like the idea of sneaking in to some fancy party? What if we get caught?”

“Lord Ivan knows we always sneak in! And duh! We’re all like, wearing masks! Who’s going to know it’s us? Just make up some shitty title for yourself! Everyone will be drunk anyway. We’ll be sneaking in with Gilbert because he’s always invited. As a general he gets to go but has to wear his under armor and a mask. WE, on the other hand, get to be CREATIVE! I should have like, enough costumes and masks for all of us. This is going to be great! Shoo now! Run along! Go like, tell all our friends about the ball! Give them the heads up and I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer!”

Alfred just nodded and thanked him with a smile before leaving Feliks room to go spread the news. He let Feliks definition roll around in his head and he chose to frown at the idea of being a ‘second wife’. So he was just a plaything to Ivan? Or was he something more? Did he prefer Alfred over Yao? And why did he have to be the ‘second wife’? Why couldn’t he be the first?

He froze in his walking and frowned. Now what in his right mind would make him think up a statement like that? It made no sense because Alfred was only doing this so he could help keep the farm. Okay, maybe he DID enjoy what goes on between him and Ivan and living in this manor had a lot of perks. Technically, he could ask the others if they wanted to stay here and work. With the right amount of charm Alfred could maybe swing the notion of putting his friends on Ivan’s payroll. Arthur wouldn’t go for it because he hated the aristocrats and even doe-eyed Tino held some resentment to the nobles. And Berwald wouldn’t leave Tino. So that would just leave him and Matthew. Matthew would go wherever he went. But it was too early to start thinking about things like that now. It was still early in the game.

However, that whole ‘first wife’ thought hung heavy in his chest and mind as he kept trying to make sense of it. It was as if he wanted to believe it but something else was keeping him from it. Maybe it was due to his TINY selfish nature about always wanting to be the best. Outdoing Matthew as a child was hardly a challenge at all. If Matthew found a flower for mother then Alfred would find a bigger flower. Arthur had always said to him that Alfred still wasn’t out of his ‘it’s mine’ toddler stage. And perhaps there was some truth in that, but now as an adult he looked at it as ambition, not childish greed. Whatever the reason, he couldn’t do anything about it now. He pushed it from his mind and went on to continue the task at hand. This was just a bit of fun while he worked to save his friends’ way of life and nothing else.

Arthur looked around the room of Ivan’s office and thought there were a bit more sunflowers present than necessary. But that was only a small thought in the back of his mind for he was more concerned with what Ivan wanted to see him about. Could it really be just to enroll him here at the manor? It had to be more than that because of the way everyone tiptoes around him and cringe when he walks the halls. This couldn’t be anything good so he had to make sure he chose his words carefully and kept his temper in check.

“Please, sit.” Ivan offered him the chair in front of his desk with a pleasant smile. “Make yourself comfortable.” Arthur sat down in the chair and tried to keep his legs from his shaking. Ivan plopped himself down in his own chair and folded his hands in front of him. “How are you liking my home, Arthur Kirkland?”

“It’s a beautiful home…I actually think I’ve been to this one when I was young boy.”

“Oh? There was a different family who lived here before myself. What would a peasant like you be doing in this manor? Visiting?” Arthur wanted to sneer at him but kept his best poker face.

“My mother was a tailor for many upper class citizens. I recall coming to this manor more than once for the previous lords’ children. She made them clothes.”

“Well, welcome back then I should say! Now, I have a few positions opened that you could fill.” He said as he took out a leather book and opened it, scanning through the pages. “If you like Francis I can give you a post in the kitchen as clean up?” Arthur just stared at him, wondering if this guy was for real. Something was VERY off about this whole encounter. He could feel it in the air.

“I guess I can take that…what else do you have available?”

“The pay is all the same, by the way.” Ivan pointed out. “For the jobs that are available that is. Now I do need a hound keeper to care for the hunting dogs. Are you good with animals?” Arthur’s mind immediately went back to beating a rabid Sniffer with a shovel but he smiled anyway.

“Sure…I like dogs. I’ve had a few myself and I can train them well enough.”

“Does Alfred like dogs?” Arthur swallowed.

“Y-yeah. He loves animals. He does like dogs a lot too…you might want to give him that job.” Ivan chuckled.

“No, he’s ‘lady in waiting’ to my wife, Yao. So would you like to be keeper of the dogs?” Dogs weren’t on his top list of favorite animals. He didn’t mind dogs at all but they always seemed to get on his bad side with scrounging and stealing their goods at the market.

“Okay, I’ll take that one.”

“We also have need for another horse groomer and caregiver?”

“No, I’ll take the hunting dogs.” Matthew really liked horses so he would leave that job opened for him when he got better. Arthur had a feeling they weren’t going to be leaving any time soon. He watched as Ivan wrote in the book before blowing on the ink and then closing it. Ivan then got up and walked around the desk to stand beside it. He crossed his arms and gazed at Arthur with those icy eyes that made his body shiver with a sudden chill.

“So tell me about your relationship with Alfred. I’m curious as to know why he speaks so highly of you.” This was it. This was the part where he would have to carefully choose his words.

“Well, when their father dropped them off at the farm I was working at, the farmer pushed their care onto me. I was about eleven or twelve, I can’t really remember, but they were younger. Alfred was eight or nine and Matthew was about five? But I just had to raise them. That’s all our relationship is. We went through some hard times together.”

“What kind of hard times?” Ivan asked and Arthur had to search his mind carefully so not to imply anything sexual.

“Just coming of age stuff. The farmer’s place where we worked…he was a very cruel man and Alfred was such a troublemaker and sneak that he was always getting into trouble. I never let him suffer for it, though. I would take the responsibility for whatever it was he screwed up. And the farmer wanted to leave his sick brother Matthew in the woods to die but I couldn’t let that happen so we ran away. And we’ve just always been together after that.”

Ivan smiled and walked over to him. Arthur wanted to slouch in his chair out of fright as the man towered above him. His first thought was to bolt but he knew it would get him nowhere. Before he knew it, Ivan’s gloved hand and shot out and gripped his throat, practically wrapping all the way around it. Arthur didn’t have the time to gasp or cry out as he was lifted from the chair and slammed down hard on his back onto Ivan’s desk. Arthur cried out in pain and missed the sound of steel leaving leather. The only thing he saw was a flash of silver before the blade stuck into the wood next to his head. Arthur trembled as he felt the cold surface against his cheek and watched as Ivan loomed above him. He still had a hand on his neck and the other hand on the dagger’s hilt. Arthur wanted to begin struggling but if this man could lift him with one hand as if he were a doll then he wasn’t going to be escaping any time soon.

“I don’t quite believe you.” Ivan smirked. “I think something more went on. I could see the little sparkle in Alfred’s eyes and I even felt his lower parts twitch when he spoke of you. Want to tell me what went on? You don’t have to look so frightened. I won’t hurt you because it will upset Alfred. Just tell me the truth…you have no choice in the matter, considering your situation and position right now.”

“W-we di-did fool around…when w-we…we…we’re at our farm!” He gasped out as Ivan loosened his grip on his throat.

“Keep talking.” He said darkly.

“Th-that’s all…harmless fun…we were all alone on the farm with…no company other than each other! We’re only humans with needs…and Alfred and I never had sex. Never.”

“That I know because I could tell he was a virgin. He also knows how to give a very good blowjob. He was no virgin or stranger to that, I could tell.” He gripped tightened again on Arthur’s throat.

“Y-yes…we did…pleasure each other that way a lot!” Arthur replied. “We bo-both did! I’m sorry!” Ivan seemed satisfied with that and took his hand off of Arthur’s throat. Arthur coughed and rubbed his throat, sitting up on the desk.

“We’re not done.” Ivan said with a hiss and shoved him off the desk making him fall to the floor. Arthur scrambled to stand up and climbed back in the chair, not wanting to do anything that would arouse Ivan’s anger. Ivan went back to standing behind his desk and slammed both his hands on the wood, making Arthur jump. “Do you know what Alfred came and asked me about?”

“N-no…” ‘What did that stupid ass do this time?’ Arthur said to himself. ‘If he wasn’t so close to Ivan I’d go and punch his teeth in!’

“He asked for permission if he could sleep next to you whenever he feels sad or scared. When I am not available, of course. Want to explain to me why he is so eager to be in your bed?” Ivan’s eyes bore into his and he had a feeling that no matter what he said the Demon Lord would punish him.

“That is all from his abandonment issues! When he was a little boy he slept with me whenever he was trouble, there was a thunderstorm, or he thought there was a ghost in the barn! That’s all. And I was the only person he COULD crawl into bed with! Personally I think he should get over his issues and grow up! You don’t have to worry about him sleeping with me! I’m already sharing Francis’s bed!” That brought about a series of cramps in his belly when he said that. “Tell Alfred to get over his problems, or I will tell him! I promise you, Alfred won’t be climbing in my bed any time soon!” Ivan leaned forward over his desk to glared at Arthur.

“I do hope you are telling the truth, Arthur Kirkland. Should you lie to me I promise you Alfred will suffer first and then I will give you what I gave him back tenfold. He is my Little Rose…my precious blue eyed virgin. No one is allowed to touch him in any sexual manner but me! So you better just push Alfred out of your bed and focus on Francis’s cock instead! Got it?” Arthur just nodded silently with his hand still around his neck. He could feel the bruises already starting to form.

“Yes, I got it! I understand! I promise you that Alfred and I will never share a bed ever again!”

“Great!” Ivan smiled brightly at him. “Welcome aboard, then! I promise your stay here will be a delightful one! We’re glad to have you!” Arthur just stared at the sudden EXTREME change of Ivan’s mood. How could he possible go from friendly and polite, to evil and monstrous, and then back to friendliness again? Something wasn’t adding up! The man was a maniac! What the hell has Alfred gotten himself in to?

“T-thank you, sir?” He stood up.

“Just tell Francis about your new job and he will take you there.” Ivan smiled again. “I plan to go hunting tomorrow morning so make sure they are well rested!” Arthur just nodded and couldn’t help power walking out of the room. Ivan just smirked and pulled the dagger out from the desk surface. He gave a dark chuckle and licked the flat part of the blade before dropping back into the drawer.

A couple of days later, the night of the masquerade ball had arrived. Matthew’s fever had broken and he was back up on his feet. He always got better a lot faster once his fevers would break. Feliciano was out of his drugged stage and still cheerless about Ludwig’s absence. After some heavy talking from Feliks he had managed to get the heartbroken man to join them at the party. He had promised him there would be lots of free wine there and that had helped. Arthur and Kiku had to be persuaded by both Francis and Alfred to get them to go. And poor Matthew had no choice. Kiku said he would keep a close eye on Matthew.

True to his word, Feliks did have a variety of costumes and masks he had all made himself over the years. He had insisted they all take a color theme. Everything was short and tight in Feliks party collection so Alfred chose a tight red attire of a simple tunic top and shorts. He added a black cloak and long gloves before putting on his mask. It was a red velvet half-mask with gold filigree trim, streamers of red, black and gold ribbons, and a large plume of feathers on the top sprouting from a gold and pearl pin. Matthew wanted to match his brother so Feliks found him something that resembled Alfred’s but in a cream color. Alfred had refused to let his brother wear shorts so Feliks dug out some black pants instead. His mask only partially covers the face. It is covered with pearl beads of different sizes laid in such a way as to create flower patterns. The pearl beads are also fashioned into a feather plume shape off of one side of the mask. Matthew couldn’t stop staring at himself in the mirror, never having worn such fancy or rich clothes before.

Francis had to help dress a struggling Arthur who refused to wear any color other than black. He had chosen a black long sleeved top and pants. Francis managed to get him to wear the black shirt with a long back that stopped at his knees like a train. His was a black lacquered mask with silver beads as chains, dressed with flat white ribbons. White accents decorate the spiky silhouette and a small black top hat set at a jaunty angle with black bead and silver chain streamer. Francis was dressed all in silky blue with high black boots and fluffy pants. His costume was a long tunic with ruffle trim and if his mask could be any louder, Arthur could swear it would be seen a mile away. His was a simple gold mask with a huge plume of white feathers and smaller gold feathers sprouting from the top. The feathers are held in place with a pearl and gold pin. Arthur had told him that no one in their right mind would need those size feathers popping out their head.

Kiku was dressed all in white, covering himself from head to toe and looking much like he normal did on a day-to-day basis. He allowed himself a silver belt around his waist. His was just a simple half mask of white satin trimmed with gold and decorated with simple golden lines and patterns. After seeing how the others were looking he thought one of them should display some type of dignity. Feliciano refused to change his clothes and picked out a lacquered mask shaped into a fanciful feline complete with ears. It’s a patchwork of pearled blues, gold and white; each section is edged with a raised gold lined and trimmed with gold filigree ribbon. He had started making cat sounds and playfully batting his hands at everyone (thanks to Feliks already forcing two glasses of wine on him to loosen him up).

Feliks himself chose a long pink coat complete with ruffled lace and frills. His under clothes were a simple white with shorts instead of pants like the others (except Alfred). Arthur thought his mask was the loudest and most obnoxious, more so than Francis’s. The mask was primarily pink with a champagne base and has a swoop above the left brow that comes to a point. Mirroring this is a large pink plume and the base is covered with whorls of tiny pink beads. As they were admiring or adjusting each other, Gilbert eventually opened the door and popped his head in.

“Whoo hoo! Look at all these pretty little birdies!” He threw the rest of the door open. “You will all be escorted by the awesome me and from this night on you are the Gilbird Flock!” Gilbert was in his under armor and his mask was vaguely feline in shape, black satin trimmed with black filigree and silver beads. It is decorated with a black gem in the center of the forehead.

“We’re not your flock!” Arthur hissed at him with a fist raised for he was embarrassed enough already. Gilbert just laughed.

“How can you be threatening with that cute little hat?” Arthur just crossed his arms and grumbled. “Alright, we better get going if we want to get there by early nightfall. Lord Ivan left us some carriages and he’s already left with Yao.” He clapped his hands. “Come on, slow pokes! Lets get moving before all the good drinks are gone!”

“Right. Everyone find a partner and like, team up with them!” Feliks ordered. “We need to look like we’re all couples and not just a horde of like, fruitcakes looking for a good time!”

“Are you sure that’s not what we ACTUALLY are?” Arthur said flatly and Feliks just ignored him.

“I get Mini Alfred!” Gilbert mockingly waltzed up to Matthew who looked confused and embarrassed. Alfred was reluctant to give his brother up to Gilbert but to his surprise, Matthew took the other man’s hand.

“It’s okay, Alfred.” Matthew said with a smile. “He’s the one who brought me here anyway so I should thank him for it.”

“Well…okay.” Alfred scratched the back of his head in worry as he hoped his little would be okay with that crackpot Gilbert. Arthur had no choice but to couple up with Francis and Kiku was kind enough to take a slightly drunk and whining Feliciano. That left Alfred to link arms with Feliks, which he didn’t really mind. He had come to fully like the man’s personality and considered him one of his friends.

Gilbert led them to the two carriages that were left by Ivan. They got inside the carriage, two couples each before Gilbert gave directions to the masquerade ball. The ride to one of the king’s entertainment halls was a long and bumpy one and they had watched the sunset from the carriage windows.

When they arrived at the large stone manor the group had no trouble sneaking in past the guards thanks to Gilbert’s expert bullshiting. Once inside, Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew just gazed in awe at their surroundings. Much like Ivan’s manor, it was heavily decorated with more high ceilings and staircases. They could hear music and laughter coming from the doors ahead of them, which was the ballroom. When they entered the group was met with a wide variety of dancing colors and costumes.

Matthew and Alfred were struck dumb with pleasant awe at the festivities before them. Alfred did not want to stay with his brother but wander around and experience the fun for himself. Kiku chose to take Matthew since he would end up being the most sober of all the others. Alfred, Feliciano, and Feliks all went their separate ways and disappearing into the masses. Francis, being the gentleman he was, politely guided Arthur over to the wine table.

Alfred already had downed two glasses of wine and had just picked up his third. He even got caught up in some group dancing with people he didn’t even know. Alfred was actually looking for Ivan, wondering how he was dressed. He noticed a group of nobles sitting at one large table, talking and gossiping. Maybe Ivan was over there with them. Alfred sipped more wine and slinked through the crowds. He tried to be as unobservant as possible so he could search for Ivan.

“Ugh, did you see the Braginski’s here tonight?” Said one lord and Alfred stopped, pretending to be looking at some artwork that was hung on a wide square pillar.

“I did! That mask Lord Braginski is wearing is horrific!” said the woman next to him. “It matches his horrific heart!”

“Well I heard that he tortured and killed a gang member his soldiers picked up.” Said another man and the woman gasped.

“No!”

“Yes! And he even sent some soldiers out to TORCH their base! Thirty-five gang members…dead.”

“Well I’m not surprised! The man is a total monster! They should have been brought properly to trial!” Replied the woman and another man spoke up.

“I was at his manor the other day and I heard something VERY interesting from one of the servant wenches.” The surrounding members of the table leaned in to listen and so did a slightly frightened and confused Alfred, still ‘admiring’ that hideous artwork. “Well, I heard that our devilish Lord Ivan has found himself a TRUE mistress!” Everyone gasped and Alfred’s ears perked up. He had to take another sip of wine for this one.

“Well I’m not surprised! Being married to that little snapdragon Lady Braginski and ANYONE would go for a mistress instead.”

“Everyone knows that title was BOUGHT for him. Yao’s family couldn’t marry him off by just his person alone.” Said another woman. Alfred squeezed his wine glass in his hand, wanting to actually defend Yao from these unfair gossiping nobles.

“But I heard the mistress is…get this…a rowdy, dirt scraping commoner from some backwoods farm!” More gasps and mutters and Alfred’s face was turning just as red as his mask from anger. “From rags to riches, eh?” They all laughed.

“Who would have thought Lord Braginski adored animals!” Alfred was ready to throw his wine glass at one of their heads when- “Hush! They’re coming!” Whispered a woman and Alfred backed away a bit as he saw the two coming. Yao was dressed in one of his homeland silk robes, which was busy with swirls of colors. His mask resembled a dragon’s face with the nose slightly elongated. Colored feathers were cut and placed around the base as scales and a plume of long matching feathers sprout out from the side edges.

Now Ivan was dressed in his normal lords clothes, still thick and heavy despite the heat. His mask was indeed freighting but it gave Alfred shivers that went straight to his groin. Unlike all the other masks he had seen tonight, Ivan’s was the only one that stretched across his eyes and covered one side of his face. The eyes were heavily outlined in heavy red and pointed at the tips. The right side of the mask had a large red painted grin that was brushed in such a manner that it resembled sharp teeth. The painted sharp grin ran all the way up the right side of the mask to stop at the temple. The most horrifying thing about it was Ivan’s serene half smile on the left side of his face. He had a complete sadistic and demonic look about him. It matched his split personalities perfectly. No wonder all the nobles were frightened by him.

“Good evening everyone.” Ivan said coolly and waved to them. All the men stood up to greet him and they exchanged pleasantries. “We all are enjoying ourselves, yes?”

“Yes, it is a wonderful night for the August ball.” Said a woman, taking out her fan.

“Lady Yao, you look lovely this evening!” Said another woman, pulling out a chair for him to sit down.

“Oh…thank you.” He sat down beside her and Ivan pushed his chair.

“Wherever did you get that gorgeous robe?”

“It’s from my kingdom…it’s one of my favorites.” Alfred just stuck his tongue out as he mocked gagged. How could these noble assholes talk to Yao like a friend when they were just bad mouthing him a minute ago?

“You must tell us about that new shipment of spices your family is bringing in.” Said a man and before Yao could answer, Ivan placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I have more rounds to make, love. You’ll be fine here, yes?” Yao nodded.

“Of course. Have fun!” Ivan leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

“I will be back to ask you to dance, so don’t move from this spot.” Yao nodded and waved to him as Ivan walked off through the drunken dancing crowd. Alfred of course followed a few steps behind him, wanting to see that mysterious mask that made his body tingle up close.

Meanwhile, in other parts of the ball, the rest where having their own adventures. Feliciano was drunk against a pillar, whining and crying about Ludwig to anyone who would listen. Feliks was surrounded by a group of drunken bachelors as he fanned himself prettily while they offered him cakes and cookies. All were trying to outdo the other with offering Feliks gifts for their honor to court him. Kiku was up on the second floor with Matthew, both sharing a cup of wine. Kiku didn’t want Matthew drinking a lot after his sickness so he made sure he was in control of the substance. Two drunken lords came up to them, their breaths heavy with ale.

“What are two little gorgeous pieces of ass doing up here all by your lonesome?” Hiccuped one who spoke to Kiku.

“Excuse me?” Kiku leaned back to get away from him.

“Look at this little morsel here! Like a yummy little creampuff!” Matthew trembled as the other man spoke to him in that crude manner and he didn’t know what to say.

“We were just going.” Kiku stated flatly and reached for Matthew but one of the men blocked him.

“Wait, wait, little one! Wait don’t go!” Said the one nearly falling into him. “Look at these beautiful lips…they should be right here on my cock, yes?” Kiku’s eyes widened and he cleared his throat before calmly walking away. The man was so drunk he hardly noticed that Kiku moved. Kiku went back for Matthew who was nearly getting groped by the other man.

“Come on, cutie…bend that tight ass over the banister and lets show the world what we’re made of!” Kiku rushed up and pulled Matthew straight out from under the man’s nose.

“Lets go, we’re leaving.” Kiku stated softly.

“B-but I don’t want to! That was just one weird guy!”

“I hate this ball…it’s nothing but a pickup spot for-“ He stopped when he saw Feliks surrounded by many men. “Well…it’s not important. Come on, we’re going back to the carriage to wait for the others.”

“HEY HEY! WHERE YOU TWO GOING?!” Kiku cringed when he heard Gilbert’s voice. “The party is just getting started! You’re not sneaking off!” Gilbert wrapped his arms around their waists and kissed their cheeks. Matthew giggled and Kiku could have sworn his cheek burned from the others’ lips. “Don’t worry, I’ve got ya!” They passed Francis and Arthur at the bottom of the steps talking (or what could pass for talking) and Kiku mouthed a ‘help me’ to them as they passed. Francis and Arthur paid him no real mind and went back to their quiet flirting.

Alfred continued to silently spy on Ivan as he made faux friendly talk to various nobles. Alfred had to fend off some drunken hands as he weaved through the crowd but they were easy enough to dodge. He had suddenly lost sight of Ivan and he had to stop to look around. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. One hand was on his chest while the other was dangerously close to his groin.

“You look ravishing tonight, my Little Rose.” Alfred moaned as he felt Ivan’s arousal growing against his tight shorts. “A little TOO ravishing.”

“I dressed for you…I wanted to surprise you.”

“Did you now?” He ushered him over to one of the refreshment tables and moved behind the curtains nearby. It was empty behind the curtains and the wall was close to Ivan’s back. Alfred was leaning against one of the pillars, his arms around Ivan’s shoulders. Ivan pushed the red shorts down so they pooled at Alfred’s feet. Alfred stepped out of them as Ivan undid his own pants to free his erection. The fact that they were out in public and people were talking right behind them was stimulating. Alfred did not think he would enjoy something like that but at the moment he didn’t care. They were all wearing masks so no one would know who he was.

He lifted Alfred off of the floor and held up one his legs as he pressed himself against Alfred’s opening. Alfred tensed up a bit and Ivan quickly licked his palm to slick himself before starting to press up into him. Alfred clenched his eyes and tightened his hold on Ivan’s neck as his body stretched to accommodate Ivan’s girth. This time around it wasn’t as bad as the first few times. His body was getting used to the invasions and he found it to be more pleasurable each time he lay with Ivan.

Once he was fully seated inside Alfred, Ivan tightened his hold on the slim hips and started thrusting up into the tight heat that enveloped him. Alfred was glad the pillar was behind him so he could lean back against something as he slid down onto Ivan’s cock. Ivan was doing most of the work and the movements and Alfred huffed and moaned in his ear. The ball was loud behind them and Alfred let his voice heighten in pitch as his sweet spot was hit. Ivan bit and nibbled his neck as he pounded up into him. Alfred was ready to cum when they both heard a familiar scream and a shout from somewhere near by. Before he knew it, Ivan had pulled out of him and practically dropped him on to the floor. He fixed his pants as he started running off a full speed towards the sounds of the screaming.

Alfred quickly slipped his shorts on before running after Ivan, wanting to know what was going on. Luckily he was still in eyesight of Ivan and tried to catch up with him. As he got closer Alfred recognized the silk robes as Yao’s and he knew those sounds were his cries. Yao was fighting and struggling underneath some lord as the man tried to strip him of his robes. His mask was already ripped off and lay broken beside him.

Alfred watched as Ivan gripped the man by his cloak and pulled the man up and off of Yao. The sound of fist meeting bone was enough for Alfred to cringe as Ivan started brutally beating the man. Alfred ran to Yao and helped him sit up, asking if he was all right. Yao just shoved him away as he watched his husband’s fist coming up each time with more blood than before. The man had stopped his cries and Yao feared that Ivan just might have killed him and that wouldn’t do them any good.

“IVAN STOP!” Yao called out and Ivan did so, his fist still raised in the air as he looked over his shoulder at Yao. “T-that’s enough…okay? S-stop…” Ivan looked at the man before dropping the unconscious bloodied body to the floor. He spit on the body of the man before stalking over to Yao and Alfred.

“We’re leaving.” Ivan said simply and he scooped Yao up in his right arm like a child. “Alfred, round up the others and tell them to get home. I want them all back.” Alfred wanted to help Ivan with Yao but he figured it was best to do as he was told. It was going to be a fight to gather everyone up, especially when half of them were drunk. He watched as Ivan carried Yao out of sight and he himself went to do what he was told when his eyes caught something nearby. He looked over to see Matthew against a wall with Gilbert looming over him dominantly and was that WINE in his little brother’s hand? Alfred forgot all about Yao and Ivan as he stormed over to give Gilbert a piece of his mind.

Ivan watched his wife staring out the opened carriage window at the trees going by, seeing the rising sun peeking through them. His fist was aching just a bit from all the punching and he could foresee trouble coming his way. But it wouldn’t bother him because he was defending his wife who was going to be raped. Yao appeared to be calm but one look at his shaking fingers silently told Ivan that he was distressed over what had happened.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Ivan asked him softly and Yao turned to face him.

“Yeah…I’m okay. Shaken up…that’s all. I’ll get over it by tomorrow.”

“What exactly was going on? Why did that man attempt…what he did?” Ivan asked and Yao just sighed heavily.

“Like everyone else at the party that man was drunk. I was sitting around the tables with other nobles and their wives and of course they were gossiping about this and that. The more they drank the more they had to say about ‘me’.” He frowned and looked down at his hands.

“What did they say to you?” Ivan’s voice was calm but he was starting to feel the anger building up inside of him.

“Just the usual stuff they say about me and being married to you. As if those straw ass women and men have anything to say about their own husbands! They can’t compare to my marriage! You know they don’t believe me when I tell them you respect my body and my wishes…they just laugh. Their married lives are full of submissiveness, forced sex, and beatings! How dare they look down on ME like I’m the one they pity! I had to get up and fucking leave that table before I threw my wine into someone’s face! And that man who was attempting to rape me was an old suitor of mine. He had told me his named and that he had recognized me.”

“Well you won’t have to worry about him. With the bashing I gave him his face will never be the same again. Even drunk that man still had the audacity to advance on you, Lady Braginski, when that name frightens everyone. I’m sorry if my beating had upset you. I was only giving him what he deserved and as you can tell we had to leave. “

“Yes I know and no I wasn’t upset. I was actually quite…touched…with what you did for me.” He blushed very faintly but Ivan saw it and smirked in amusement.

“You like when I’m all rough and tough and beating on people?”

“I just liked the fact that you were defending me.” He blushed deepened a bit.

“Well that’s my job. I couldn’t let that happen to you. What kind of husband and person would I be?” Yao looked at him.

“C-can I sleep with you tonight?” Ivan chuckled.

“Frightened?” Yao nodded and they were quiet for most of the ride back.

Once they were home Yao had immediately wanted to go to bed. Ivan let him pull him to his chambers. Usually Ivan had to go to Yao’s chambers since his wife hated how cold and dark his room was. He figured Yao must have been trying to thank him for his protective deed tonight. Ivan told him they could go to his room but Yao had refused as they entered the dark chamber. The servants had already had a fire lit and all the candle torches and stands as well.

“I don’t understand why you stay in this part of the manor but I know you won’t answer me.” Ivan just smiled at him.

“You know me so well. You have a few night robes in my wardrobe, I’ll get them for you.”

“I uh…I rather not sleep with them.” Ivan looked at him in slight surprise.

“Really? I thought you disliked sleeping naked beside me…you’ve never even been naked against me. We always had your night shirt covering you.” Yao looked at his shoes as he twirled his fingers in front of him.

“Y-yeah well…I wanted to try something different…and…and you can be nak-naked too.” Ivan smiled happily, more amused than thrilled. Was Yao actually TRYING to make love with him?

“As you wish, my love. Although I strongly advise that after we are ‘done’ you will put one on for it does get cold in here.” Yao nodded and started to undue his silk robe but stopped.

“Um…could you turn your head? Just until I’m under the covers?” Ivan smiled and turned around so his back was to Yao. He listened to him getting undressed and heard him slid under the covers. “You can look now.” Ivan turned around to see him with the covers pulled up to his chin. Ivan just chuckled to himself as he stripped down and laid his clothes neatly on the trunk at the end of the bed. Yao looked the other way while Ivan undressed and looked back when he felt him slide in next to him. They both looked at each other, Ivan with a sincere smile and Yao with a tiny one.

“Would you like me to put out the bed torches?” He was referring to the two torches on either side of his canopy and Yao shook his head.

“N-No…we can keep them lit. But could you…close the curtains?” Ivan nodded and got up again to go around the bed and untie the tassels. Yao watched Ivan’s silhouette glide along the curtains until he came through them on his side. Ivan got back into the bed and Yao pulled the covers up higher to cover his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be so shy. I am after all your husband. I’m the person you should be the least shy with.” Ivan chuckled.

“Yeah…well…” He grumbled and peeked out from the covers.

“You don’t have to force yourself to do anything if you don’t want.”

“No, I want to…I just have a hard time getting…started.”

“Well, for starters you should be over here hugging me instead of way over there.” Ivan beckoned him with his finger and Yao slowly scooted over to him. Ivan took him into his arms and held him close, nuzzling his temple and humming a soft little song. It always helped Yao to remain calm when he hummed but he couldn’t sing. Yao had forbidden his singing voice to be heard in his presence. Ivan always thought he sang quite handsomely.

He stroked Yao’s back with his hand and he noticed that his wife’s skin felt much more softer than Alfred’s. True, Alfred was used to labor and being outside with Yao was basically an indoor cat. He shouldn’t be thinking of Alfred right now but focusing on Yao who was in rare form tonight. Yao tensed at first when Ivan stroked him but he soon relaxed and nestled into him more. They had lay there for a while, just hugging and stroking each other.

To his surprise, it was Yao who advanced to the next level by reaching his slim hand down to rub at his groin. Ivan closed his eyes and moaned softly into Yao’s dark hair as he stroked him into hardness. Ivan leaned in and kissed him gently, keeping it soft and sweet. If he had learned anything from his very few times coupling with Yao it was to let him increase the desire on his own. As long as Ivan was gentle and sweet, Yao’s passion for him would build. It would also appear that his wife takes pleasure in his brutal fighting mentality. He could feel Yao trying to slip under him so Ivan just moved to lie atop his wife and pressed their members together.

Yao's eyes sparkled slightly as he wrapped his arms around him, kissing Ivan deeply. Ivan moaned in delight as he grew harder against Yao who in turn became just as aroused.

"Make love to me, Ivan…please?” Ivan smiled down at him.

“You don’t ever have to ask so politely for love making. I will give it to you whenever you command it. Just snap these cute little fingers and I am yours between these sheets.” He brought Yao’s hand up to kiss it.

“You give me too much credit.” Yao whined out softly with a blush.

“Well, that’s because you’re my wife and we share a loving partnership. To even have married me I give you all the credit in the world.”

He reached over to the bedside drawer and opened it to pull out a tiny glass bottle of lube. Ivan remembered the look of pure horror and embarrassment on Kiku’s face when he had asked the man to make him this from his herb garden. Yao looked away from it and focused on the other pillow next to his head. Ivan coated his fingers with the lube before bringing them down to Yao’s puckered entrance. Yao gasped and tried to close his legs but Ivan’s body was in the way, preventing it. Ivan noticed that Yao’s body was fuller than Alfred’s but he was shorter in height. Alfred’s body was long and lithe while Yao’s was more childlike and small. There he goes thinking about Alfred again.

“J-just one at a time first!” Yao’s voice trembled when he felt Ivan slip a finger inside of him. He hissed a bit at the uncomfortable stretching and invading digits but Ivan went extra slow for his comfort. It was nearly five minutes before Yao allowed Ivan to press another finger in, tightening up again. If this Alfred beneath him, the blue eyed beauty would already be rocking on the bed and crying out in lust as Ivan pounded into him, knocking the wind from his lungs. “OW! Careful!” Yao hissed at him when Ivan pressed a bit too hard inside him while thinking about Alfred.

“I’m sorry love, let me make it up to you.” He slipped a third finger inside and Yao arched his back as they all tickled at his prostate.

“N-NO FAIR!” He moaned out and spread his legs more for Ivan. “Y-You can’t just…just…t-tickle it!” He heard Ivan chuckle and felt the man’s larger finger’s jab him pleasurably, making him arch off the bed. Ivan kept up a steady pace with his fingers, making Yao writhe and moan against the sheets. His wife really was in rare form tonight to be so passionate and lusty as he was.

“I’m ready for you!” Yao commanded and grabbed the bottle of lube to shove it into Ivan’s free hand. Ivan smiled and removed his fingers from Yao’s insides, making the smaller man whimper and arch for them back, or for something more. Yao watched as Ivan coated his member with the lube while his eyes traveled up and down the small body. Yao blushed as he felt Ivan’s eyes kissing at his skin as they gazed at him. Ivan’s stares were always felt on him when they shared their bed. “Just be gentle and slow going in.”

“I would never hurt you purposefully, kitty cat.” He purred against Yao’s cheek as he lifted the smaller legs to wrap around his waist. He positioned himself and pressed just lightly, checking Yao’s face for any signs of pain or backing out. Yao’s legs tightened around him and Ivan knew he was nervous.

“You promise?”

“I swear it.” Ivan whispered to him and then slowly started pressing his way inside.

Yao was always so slow during penetration and it often annoyed Ivan since he had to work twice as hard to keep himself aroused. Now if it were Alfred he had here, the boy’s body would be sucking him in and begging for more. Yao’s face was slightly twisted in a way that showed he was uncomfortable. Ivan enjoyed making love but sex with Yao was always too slow. You could make love with quick actions and strong thrusts.

“I’m in.” Ivan said and he waited for Yao’s body to adjust. Yao whimpered and cried at the full feeling inside of him but he wanted to please Ivan. He wanted to thank him for his deed.

“M-move…I want it to start feeling good.”

“As you command, love.” Ivan pulled out and thrust back in just slightly to stretch Yao’s inner muscles. He would do about five little thrusts each before letting them build and build to deeper ones. Yao held on to Ivan’s shoulders as he shuddered and gasped under his thrusts. Yao’s height and size sometimes made it hard for Ivan’s larger form to balance himself above him. He did not want to crush Yao’s body with his weight. Once again he had to work himself twice as hard.

“You…doing alright?” Ivan huffed out and Yao just nodded, a sparkle of tears in his eyes. Ivan leaned down and kissed his tear ducts. “Don’t cry, love. Don’t cry.” Ivan picked up the pace again and felt himself hitting Yao’s sweet spot. Yao’s cries were short and high pitched at each thrust that penetrated him. Ivan was keeping himself in control for he did not want to let go like he does with Alfred, pounding his Little Rose into whatever surface they could find. He would grip those hips tight enough to bruise and shove into him at any position he liked, never having to stop or slow down.

“I’m…I’m cumming…Ivan…” Yao gasped out and Ivan moaned in relief as he could speed up a bit to increase his wife’s orgasm. Yao gasped and cried out loudly as his sweet spot was over stimulated and he shook as he came between them with a shout. Ivan pulled Yao’s body close and pumped a few more times before finishing inside of him. Ivan moaned softly as he kissed Yao’s neck, remaining seated inside of him.

“How are you doing?” Ivan asked.

“F-fine…that was good…but Ivan…could you pull out, please?” Ivan gave a little sigh and did so, wanting to stay longer inside Yao’s body. He rolled back over to his side and held his arms open for Yao. Yao slid back over and lay spooned along the length of Ivan’s left side. He rests his head on Ivan’s chest and nuzzled into his neck, making his husband giggle.

“You’re doing your kitty cat move on me.”

“But you like it.” Yao purred and continued to nuzzle as much of Ivan as he could reach. Ivan just held him close and drug a finger lazily up and down Yao’s hip. Ivan smiled as he thought of his blue-eyed peacock lying next to him.

“I do like it, Alfred…” Ivan’s eyes shot open wide and he lay as still as a corpse on the bed.

“…what did you just call me? Or rather…WHO did you just call me!” Yao shot up from the bed to glare angrily down at Ivan. “You just called me ‘Alfred’! You were thinking about HIM the whole time, weren’t you?!” Ivan sat up as well.

“N-No love! Yao, it isn’t like that! It’s-“

“Then what the hell IS IT, Ivan?” Yao threw the covers off and went to gather his robes.

“Yao…my kitty ca-“

“NO! Just…just don’t even talk to me right now! I can’t believe you!” Yao wouldn’t look at him as he dressed in haste. Ivan went over to him and tried to hug him but Yao shoved him away. “STAY AWAY FROM ME, DAMMIT! DON’T TOUCH ME!” Ivan opened his mouth to say something but chose not to. Yao needed time to cool down and rationalize things. He always lost his temper right away but would calm down after time.

“Yao…I’m sorry…I-“

“No, you know what? Just…just back off, okay? Just leave me alone!”

Yao stormed out of the room and down the halls, leaving a distressed and naked Ivan behind. Yao walked with haste and determination through the halls, trying to ignore all the looks he was getting from servants. Yao would not let any of his tears fall, not just yet. What happened in that room was beyond his full comprehension in his current angered state. He had only one thought on his mind.

“Where is he?” He said softly to himself before asking it again louder for someone to hear. “Where is he?!” He quickly cornered a servant. “Where is he?”

“W-where is who, my lady?”

“ALFRED-FUCKING-JONES!” The servant gulped.

“H-he has just returned with Francis and the others…out by the carriage drop off.” Yao spun on his heel and started to head towards that direction. He didn’t know what he planned to say or do but he knew it wouldn’t be nice. It would be cruel and ‘un-lady like’. He smirked at that as he reached the doors that lead to the carriage houses, knowing that his target was just beyond those doors.

End Chapter 11 TBC

***Warning: Hardcore Yaoi ahead! IvanXAlfred, IvanXYao

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

***Sorry I took so long, everyone! I got caught up in work and needed to catch up on much needed sleep for my aging brain lol. This chapter is another long one when I had said I would try to make them shorter. (Forgive me!) Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the emails and reviews! XOXOXO

Chapter 11

“Hey Feliks? What exactly is a ‘mistress’?” Alfred asked him from the window seat, popping a decorated teacake into his mouth. Feliks looked up from his current sewing project, which was another one of Yao’s new outfits.

“A mistress? Like, why do you want to know that?”

“I just want to know what exactly it is so I can do the part right. Ivan said I was his ‘mistress’ the last time we were together.” Feliks looked at him with an amused smirk before biting off the excess thread.

“It’s like, simple really. You’re the ‘other woman’.” Alfred frowned.

“But I’m a man.”

“Okay, then let me like, rephrase that. Yao is Ivan’s wife, correct?” Alfred nodded.

“Yeah, he said I was his ‘second wife’ as well.” Feliks sputtered out a laugh and Alfred’s eyebrows lowered. “I don’t see what’s so funny about this.”

“I just can’t believe this! This is like, the whole house being turned WAY upside down! To put it simply, YOU are the ‘wife’ he goes with to get AWAY from the real one. Like, you’re better at sex with Ivan than Yao is. Yao tends to dislike sex, only the heavens know why, and that’s why Ivan’s, like, straying away. And if you were a woman, you could have kids with him and they would have about the same royal rights as his legitimate ones. You are, like, kept secret though. Word will get out around the court…and come to think of it, Ivan’s never had a mistress before. He’s had courtesans but they didn’t last long. There must be something he likes about you to make you his ‘mistress’.”

“So I’m basically a cheap version of Yao?”

“Well, husbands do tend to love their mistress’s MORE than their legal wives. As you know, their marriage was arranged for political reasons. You think Ivan would like, choose YAO over so many- wait, scratch that. Let’s change ‘Yao’ to ‘Ivan’. Yao would choose Ivan over- okay, you know what, bad example. Ivan and Yao married so their kingdoms could join and be with the head kingdom blah, blah, blah. You are his ‘mistress’, a wife of his own choosing.”

“So you think he likes me more than Yao?” Feliks shrugged his shoulders.

“Hard to say. But if Yao finds out…don’t let yourself be in like, a locked room with him. He may not be so nice.” Alfred rolled his eyes.

“He hates me enough already. I feel like such an asshole for saying this but I have my own ambitions just like he has and I’m not giving them up because he’s ‘first wife’ to Ivan. I have to look out for myself. I have people and animals who are counting on me.”

“There ya go! Keep that spirit!” Feliks smiled at him before deciding to get up and go check on a drugged Feliciano who started to make tiny noises. Kiku had made him some sleeping powder they had slipped into his tea to keep him calm. Feliciano was rolling around on the sofa and moaning when Feliks pulled the covers up around him.

“Ve~ Wiggy home yet?” Feliciano asked Feliks.

“Sorry, I’m afraid not.” Feliciano became teary eyed again.

“I like rainbows…and kittens go up lanterns?” Feliks nodded at the drugged tea talk.

“Yes, that’s right. They do.” He fluffed his pillows.

“Dog over there…cake…I like cake dog.” Feliks turned to Alfred with an amused smirk and mouthed to him ‘I love this!’ Alfred thought it was a bit rude to be making fun of someone’s current condition.

“WAAAAAHHHHH!” Feliciano suddenly cried out “Why hasn’t Wiglug married me yet? WAHHHHH!”

“You’re like, not tall enough honey. Now calm down.” Feliciano’s crying stopped as Feliks offered him a solution. “And your boots never match your clothes.”

“Ve~? O-okay…I’ll work on that, yeah…” Feliks just rolled him over so he was facing the couch.

“Go back to sleep.” Feliciano mumbled something about a party and cats and Alfred snapped his fingers.

“Oh yeah, that reminds me, Ivan said he and Yao were going to a masquerade ball soon.” Feliks turned around quickly to look at him and grinned.

“You mean the end of August one, right?!”

“Y-yeah?”

“Haha! Great! That’s like, the best party of the year! We’re all sneaking in! I have tons of costume we can wear!”

“Uh…I’m not sure how much I like the idea of sneaking in to some fancy party? What if we get caught?”

“Lord Ivan knows we always sneak in! And duh! We’re all like, wearing masks! Who’s going to know it’s us? Just make up some shitty title for yourself! Everyone will be drunk anyway. We’ll be sneaking in with Gilbert because he’s always invited. As a general he gets to go but has to wear his under armor and a mask. WE, on the other hand, get to be CREATIVE! I should have like, enough costumes and masks for all of us. This is going to be great! Shoo now! Run along! Go like, tell all our friends about the ball! Give them the heads up and I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer!”

Alfred just nodded and thanked him with a smile before leaving Feliks room to go spread the news. He let Feliks definition roll around in his head and he chose to frown at the idea of being a ‘second wife’. So he was just a plaything to Ivan? Or was he something more? Did he prefer Alfred over Yao? And why did he have to be the ‘second wife’? Why couldn’t he be the first?

He froze in his walking and frowned. Now what in his right mind would make him think up a statement like that? It made no sense because Alfred was only doing this so he could help keep the farm. Okay, maybe he DID enjoy what goes on between him and Ivan and living in this manor had a lot of perks. Technically, he could ask the others if they wanted to stay here and work. With the right amount of charm Alfred could maybe swing the notion of putting his friends on Ivan’s payroll. Arthur wouldn’t go for it because he hated the aristocrats and even doe-eyed Tino held some resentment to the nobles. And Berwald wouldn’t leave Tino. So that would just leave him and Matthew. Matthew would go wherever he went. But it was too early to start thinking about things like that now. It was still early in the game.

However, that whole ‘first wife’ thought hung heavy in his chest and mind as he kept trying to make sense of it. It was as if he wanted to believe it but something else was keeping him from it. Maybe it was due to his TINY selfish nature about always wanting to be the best. Outdoing Matthew as a child was hardly a challenge at all. If Matthew found a flower for mother then Alfred would find a bigger flower. Arthur had always said to him that Alfred still wasn’t out of his ‘it’s mine’ toddler stage. And perhaps there was some truth in that, but now as an adult he looked at it as ambition, not childish greed. Whatever the reason, he couldn’t do anything about it now. He pushed it from his mind and went on to continue the task at hand. This was just a bit of fun while he worked to save his friends’ way of life and nothing else.

Arthur looked around the room of Ivan’s office and thought there were a bit more sunflowers present than necessary. But that was only a small thought in the back of his mind for he was more concerned with what Ivan wanted to see him about. Could it really be just to enroll him here at the manor? It had to be more than that because of the way everyone tiptoes around him and cringe when he walks the halls. This couldn’t be anything good so he had to make sure he chose his words carefully and kept his temper in check.

“Please, sit.” Ivan offered him the chair in front of his desk with a pleasant smile. “Make yourself comfortable.” Arthur sat down in the chair and tried to keep his legs from his shaking. Ivan plopped himself down in his own chair and folded his hands in front of him. “How are you liking my home, Arthur Kirkland?”

“It’s a beautiful home…I actually think I’ve been to this one when I was young boy.”

“Oh? There was a different family who lived here before myself. What would a peasant like you be doing in this manor? Visiting?” Arthur wanted to sneer at him but kept his best poker face.

“My mother was a tailor for many upper class citizens. I recall coming to this manor more than once for the previous lords’ children. She made them clothes.”

“Well, welcome back then I should say! Now, I have a few positions opened that you could fill.” He said as he took out a leather book and opened it, scanning through the pages. “If you like Francis I can give you a post in the kitchen as clean up?” Arthur just stared at him, wondering if this guy was for real. Something was VERY off about this whole encounter. He could feel it in the air.

“I guess I can take that…what else do you have available?”

“The pay is all the same, by the way.” Ivan pointed out. “For the jobs that are available that is. Now I do need a hound keeper to care for the hunting dogs. Are you good with animals?” Arthur’s mind immediately went back to beating a rabid Sniffer with a shovel but he smiled anyway.

“Sure…I like dogs. I’ve had a few myself and I can train them well enough.”

“Does Alfred like dogs?” Arthur swallowed.

“Y-yeah. He loves animals. He does like dogs a lot too…you might want to give him that job.” Ivan chuckled.

“No, he’s ‘lady in waiting’ to my wife, Yao. So would you like to be keeper of the dogs?” Dogs weren’t on his top list of favorite animals. He didn’t mind dogs at all but they always seemed to get on his bad side with scrounging and stealing their goods at the market.

“Okay, I’ll take that one.”

“We also have need for another horse groomer and caregiver?”

“No, I’ll take the hunting dogs.” Matthew really liked horses so he would leave that job opened for him when he got better. Arthur had a feeling they weren’t going to be leaving any time soon. He watched as Ivan wrote in the book before blowing on the ink and then closing it. Ivan then got up and walked around the desk to stand beside it. He crossed his arms and gazed at Arthur with those icy eyes that made his body shiver with a sudden chill.

“So tell me about your relationship with Alfred. I’m curious as to know why he speaks so highly of you.” This was it. This was the part where he would have to carefully choose his words.

“Well, when their father dropped them off at the farm I was working at, the farmer pushed their care onto me. I was about eleven or twelve, I can’t really remember, but they were younger. Alfred was eight or nine and Matthew was about five? But I just had to raise them. That’s all our relationship is. We went through some hard times together.”

“What kind of hard times?” Ivan asked and Arthur had to search his mind carefully so not to imply anything sexual.

“Just coming of age stuff. The farmer’s place where we worked…he was a very cruel man and Alfred was such a troublemaker and sneak that he was always getting into trouble. I never let him suffer for it, though. I would take the responsibility for whatever it was he screwed up. And the farmer wanted to leave his sick brother Matthew in the woods to die but I couldn’t let that happen so we ran away. And we’ve just always been together after that.”

Ivan smiled and walked over to him. Arthur wanted to slouch in his chair out of fright as the man towered above him. His first thought was to bolt but he knew it would get him nowhere. Before he knew it, Ivan’s gloved hand and shot out and gripped his throat, practically wrapping all the way around it. Arthur didn’t have the time to gasp or cry out as he was lifted from the chair and slammed down hard on his back onto Ivan’s desk. Arthur cried out in pain and missed the sound of steel leaving leather. The only thing he saw was a flash of silver before the blade stuck into the wood next to his head. Arthur trembled as he felt the cold surface against his cheek and watched as Ivan loomed above him. He still had a hand on his neck and the other hand on the dagger’s hilt. Arthur wanted to begin struggling but if this man could lift him with one hand as if he were a doll then he wasn’t going to be escaping any time soon.

“I don’t quite believe you.” Ivan smirked. “I think something more went on. I could see the little sparkle in Alfred’s eyes and I even felt his lower parts twitch when he spoke of you. Want to tell me what went on? You don’t have to look so frightened. I won’t hurt you because it will upset Alfred. Just tell me the truth…you have no choice in the matter, considering your situation and position right now.”

“W-we di-did fool around…when w-we…we…we’re at our farm!” He gasped out as Ivan loosened his grip on his throat.

“Keep talking.” He said darkly.

“Th-that’s all…harmless fun…we were all alone on the farm with…no company other than each other! We’re only humans with needs…and Alfred and I never had sex. Never.”

“That I know because I could tell he was a virgin. He also knows how to give a very good blowjob. He was no virgin or stranger to that, I could tell.” He gripped tightened again on Arthur’s throat.

“Y-yes…we did…pleasure each other that way a lot!” Arthur replied. “We bo-both did! I’m sorry!” Ivan seemed satisfied with that and took his hand off of Arthur’s throat. Arthur coughed and rubbed his throat, sitting up on the desk.

“We’re not done.” Ivan said with a hiss and shoved him off the desk making him fall to the floor. Arthur scrambled to stand up and climbed back in the chair, not wanting to do anything that would arouse Ivan’s anger. Ivan went back to standing behind his desk and slammed both his hands on the wood, making Arthur jump. “Do you know what Alfred came and asked me about?”

“N-no…” ‘What did that stupid ass do this time?’ Arthur said to himself. ‘If he wasn’t so close to Ivan I’d go and punch his teeth in!’

“He asked for permission if he could sleep next to you whenever he feels sad or scared. When I am not available, of course. Want to explain to me why he is so eager to be in your bed?” Ivan’s eyes bore into his and he had a feeling that no matter what he said the Demon Lord would punish him.

“That is all from his abandonment issues! When he was a little boy he slept with me whenever he was trouble, there was a thunderstorm, or he thought there was a ghost in the barn! That’s all. And I was the only person he COULD crawl into bed with! Personally I think he should get over his issues and grow up! You don’t have to worry about him sleeping with me! I’m already sharing Francis’s bed!” That brought about a series of cramps in his belly when he said that. “Tell Alfred to get over his problems, or I will tell him! I promise you, Alfred won’t be climbing in my bed any time soon!” Ivan leaned forward over his desk to glared at Arthur.

“I do hope you are telling the truth, Arthur Kirkland. Should you lie to me I promise you Alfred will suffer first and then I will give you what I gave him back tenfold. He is my Little Rose…my precious blue eyed virgin. No one is allowed to touch him in any sexual manner but me! So you better just push Alfred out of your bed and focus on Francis’s cock instead! Got it?” Arthur just nodded silently with his hand still around his neck. He could feel the bruises already starting to form.

“Yes, I got it! I understand! I promise you that Alfred and I will never share a bed ever again!”

“Great!” Ivan smiled brightly at him. “Welcome aboard, then! I promise your stay here will be a delightful one! We’re glad to have you!” Arthur just stared at the sudden EXTREME change of Ivan’s mood. How could he possible go from friendly and polite, to evil and monstrous, and then back to friendliness again? Something wasn’t adding up! The man was a maniac! What the hell has Alfred gotten himself in to?

“T-thank you, sir?” He stood up.

“Just tell Francis about your new job and he will take you there.” Ivan smiled again. “I plan to go hunting tomorrow morning so make sure they are well rested!” Arthur just nodded and couldn’t help power walking out of the room. Ivan just smirked and pulled the dagger out from the desk surface. He gave a dark chuckle and licked the flat part of the blade before dropping back into the drawer.

A couple of days later, the night of the masquerade ball had arrived. Matthew’s fever had broken and he was back up on his feet. He always got better a lot faster once his fevers would break. Feliciano was out of his drugged stage and still cheerless about Ludwig’s absence. After some heavy talking from Feliks he had managed to get the heartbroken man to join them at the party. He had promised him there would be lots of free wine there and that had helped. Arthur and Kiku had to be persuaded by both Francis and Alfred to get them to go. And poor Matthew had no choice. Kiku said he would keep a close eye on Matthew.

True to his word, Feliks did have a variety of costumes and masks he had all made himself over the years. He had insisted they all take a color theme. Everything was short and tight in Feliks party collection so Alfred chose a tight red attire of a simple tunic top and shorts. He added a black cloak and long gloves before putting on his mask. It was a red velvet half-mask with gold filigree trim, streamers of red, black and gold ribbons, and a large plume of feathers on the top sprouting from a gold and pearl pin. Matthew wanted to match his brother so Feliks found him something that resembled Alfred’s but in a cream color. Alfred had refused to let his brother wear shorts so Feliks dug out some black pants instead. His mask only partially covers the face. It is covered with pearl beads of different sizes laid in such a way as to create flower patterns. The pearl beads are also fashioned into a feather plume shape off of one side of the mask. Matthew couldn’t stop staring at himself in the mirror, never having worn such fancy or rich clothes before.

Francis had to help dress a struggling Arthur who refused to wear any color other than black. He had chosen a black long sleeved top and pants. Francis managed to get him to wear the black shirt with a long back that stopped at his knees like a train. His was a black lacquered mask with silver beads as chains, dressed with flat white ribbons. White accents decorate the spiky silhouette and a small black top hat set at a jaunty angle with black bead and silver chain streamer. Francis was dressed all in silky blue with high black boots and fluffy pants. His costume was a long tunic with ruffle trim and if his mask could be any louder, Arthur could swear it would be seen a mile away. His was a simple gold mask with a huge plume of white feathers and smaller gold feathers sprouting from the top. The feathers are held in place with a pearl and gold pin. Arthur had told him that no one in their right mind would need those size feathers popping out their head.

Kiku was dressed all in white, covering himself from head to toe and looking much like he normal did on a day-to-day basis. He allowed himself a silver belt around his waist. His was just a simple half mask of white satin trimmed with gold and decorated with simple golden lines and patterns. After seeing how the others were looking he thought one of them should display some type of dignity. Feliciano refused to change his clothes and picked out a lacquered mask shaped into a fanciful feline complete with ears. It’s a patchwork of pearled blues, gold and white; each section is edged with a raised gold lined and trimmed with gold filigree ribbon. He had started making cat sounds and playfully batting his hands at everyone (thanks to Feliks already forcing two glasses of wine on him to loosen him up).

Feliks himself chose a long pink coat complete with ruffled lace and frills. His under clothes were a simple white with shorts instead of pants like the others (except Alfred). Arthur thought his mask was the loudest and most obnoxious, more so than Francis’s. The mask was primarily pink with a champagne base and has a swoop above the left brow that comes to a point. Mirroring this is a large pink plume and the base is covered with whorls of tiny pink beads. As they were admiring or adjusting each other, Gilbert eventually opened the door and popped his head in.

“Whoo hoo! Look at all these pretty little birdies!” He threw the rest of the door open. “You will all be escorted by the awesome me and from this night on you are the Gilbird Flock!” Gilbert was in his under armor and his mask was vaguely feline in shape, black satin trimmed with black filigree and silver beads. It is decorated with a black gem in the center of the forehead.

“We’re not your flock!” Arthur hissed at him with a fist raised for he was embarrassed enough already. Gilbert just laughed.

“How can you be threatening with that cute little hat?” Arthur just crossed his arms and grumbled. “Alright, we better get going if we want to get there by early nightfall. Lord Ivan left us some carriages and he’s already left with Yao.” He clapped his hands. “Come on, slow pokes! Lets get moving before all the good drinks are gone!”

“Right. Everyone find a partner and like, team up with them!” Feliks ordered. “We need to look like we’re all couples and not just a horde of like, fruitcakes looking for a good time!”

“Are you sure that’s not what we ACTUALLY are?” Arthur said flatly and Feliks just ignored him.

“I get Mini Alfred!” Gilbert mockingly waltzed up to Matthew who looked confused and embarrassed. Alfred was reluctant to give his brother up to Gilbert but to his surprise, Matthew took the other man’s hand.

“It’s okay, Alfred.” Matthew said with a smile. “He’s the one who brought me here anyway so I should thank him for it.”

“Well…okay.” Alfred scratched the back of his head in worry as he hoped his little would be okay with that crackpot Gilbert. Arthur had no choice but to couple up with Francis and Kiku was kind enough to take a slightly drunk and whining Feliciano. That left Alfred to link arms with Feliks, which he didn’t really mind. He had come to fully like the man’s personality and considered him one of his friends.

Gilbert led them to the two carriages that were left by Ivan. They got inside the carriage, two couples each before Gilbert gave directions to the masquerade ball. The ride to one of the king’s entertainment halls was a long and bumpy one and they had watched the sunset from the carriage windows.

When they arrived at the large stone manor the group had no trouble sneaking in past the guards thanks to Gilbert’s expert bullshiting. Once inside, Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew just gazed in awe at their surroundings. Much like Ivan’s manor, it was heavily decorated with more high ceilings and staircases. They could hear music and laughter coming from the doors ahead of them, which was the ballroom. When they entered the group was met with a wide variety of dancing colors and costumes.

Matthew and Alfred were struck dumb with pleasant awe at the festivities before them. Alfred did not want to stay with his brother but wander around and experience the fun for himself. Kiku chose to take Matthew since he would end up being the most sober of all the others. Alfred, Feliciano, and Feliks all went their separate ways and disappearing into the masses. Francis, being the gentleman he was, politely guided Arthur over to the wine table.

Alfred already had downed two glasses of wine and had just picked up his third. He even got caught up in some group dancing with people he didn’t even know. Alfred was actually looking for Ivan, wondering how he was dressed. He noticed a group of nobles sitting at one large table, talking and gossiping. Maybe Ivan was over there with them. Alfred sipped more wine and slinked through the crowds. He tried to be as unobservant as possible so he could search for Ivan.

“Ugh, did you see the Braginski’s here tonight?” Said one lord and Alfred stopped, pretending to be looking at some artwork that was hung on a wide square pillar.

“I did! That mask Lord Braginski is wearing is horrific!” said the woman next to him. “It matches his horrific heart!”

“Well I heard that he tortured and killed a gang member his soldiers picked up.” Said another man and the woman gasped.

“No!”

“Yes! And he even sent some soldiers out to TORCH their base! Thirty-five gang members…dead.”

“Well I’m not surprised! The man is a total monster! They should have been brought properly to trial!” Replied the woman and another man spoke up.

“I was at his manor the other day and I heard something VERY interesting from one of the servant wenches.” The surrounding members of the table leaned in to listen and so did a slightly frightened and confused Alfred, still ‘admiring’ that hideous artwork. “Well, I heard that our devilish Lord Ivan has found himself a TRUE mistress!” Everyone gasped and Alfred’s ears perked up. He had to take another sip of wine for this one.

“Well I’m not surprised! Being married to that little snapdragon Lady Braginski and ANYONE would go for a mistress instead.”

“Everyone knows that title was BOUGHT for him. Yao’s family couldn’t marry him off by just his person alone.” Said another woman. Alfred squeezed his wine glass in his hand, wanting to actually defend Yao from these unfair gossiping nobles.

“But I heard the mistress is…get this…a rowdy, dirt scraping commoner from some backwoods farm!” More gasps and mutters and Alfred’s face was turning just as red as his mask from anger. “From rags to riches, eh?” They all laughed.

“Who would have thought Lord Braginski adored animals!” Alfred was ready to throw his wine glass at one of their heads when- “Hush! They’re coming!” Whispered a woman and Alfred backed away a bit as he saw the two coming. Yao was dressed in one of his homeland silk robes, which was busy with swirls of colors. His mask resembled a dragon’s face with the nose slightly elongated. Colored feathers were cut and placed around the base as scales and a plume of long matching feathers sprout out from the side edges.

Now Ivan was dressed in his normal lords clothes, still thick and heavy despite the heat. His mask was indeed freighting but it gave Alfred shivers that went straight to his groin. Unlike all the other masks he had seen tonight, Ivan’s was the only one that stretched across his eyes and covered one side of his face. The eyes were heavily outlined in heavy red and pointed at the tips. The right side of the mask had a large red painted grin that was brushed in such a manner that it resembled sharp teeth. The painted sharp grin ran all the way up the right side of the mask to stop at the temple. The most horrifying thing about it was Ivan’s serene half smile on the left side of his face. He had a complete sadistic and demonic look about him. It matched his split personalities perfectly. No wonder all the nobles were frightened by him.

“Good evening everyone.” Ivan said coolly and waved to them. All the men stood up to greet him and they exchanged pleasantries. “We all are enjoying ourselves, yes?”

“Yes, it is a wonderful night for the August ball.” Said a woman, taking out her fan.

“Lady Yao, you look lovely this evening!” Said another woman, pulling out a chair for him to sit down.

“Oh…thank you.” He sat down beside her and Ivan pushed his chair.

“Wherever did you get that gorgeous robe?”

“It’s from my kingdom…it’s one of my favorites.” Alfred just stuck his tongue out as he mocked gagged. How could these noble assholes talk to Yao like a friend when they were just bad mouthing him a minute ago?

“You must tell us about that new shipment of spices your family is bringing in.” Said a man and before Yao could answer, Ivan placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I have more rounds to make, love. You’ll be fine here, yes?” Yao nodded.

“Of course. Have fun!” Ivan leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

“I will be back to ask you to dance, so don’t move from this spot.” Yao nodded and waved to him as Ivan walked off through the drunken dancing crowd. Alfred of course followed a few steps behind him, wanting to see that mysterious mask that made his body tingle up close.

Meanwhile, in other parts of the ball, the rest where having their own adventures. Feliciano was drunk against a pillar, whining and crying about Ludwig to anyone who would listen. Feliks was surrounded by a group of drunken bachelors as he fanned himself prettily while they offered him cakes and cookies. All were trying to outdo the other with offering Feliks gifts for their honor to court him. Kiku was up on the second floor with Matthew, both sharing a cup of wine. Kiku didn’t want Matthew drinking a lot after his sickness so he made sure he was in control of the substance. Two drunken lords came up to them, their breaths heavy with ale.

“What are two little gorgeous pieces of ass doing up here all by your lonesome?” Hiccuped one who spoke to Kiku.

“Excuse me?” Kiku leaned back to get away from him.

“Look at this little morsel here! Like a yummy little creampuff!” Matthew trembled as the other man spoke to him in that crude manner and he didn’t know what to say.

“We were just going.” Kiku stated flatly and reached for Matthew but one of the men blocked him.

“Wait, wait, little one! Wait don’t go!” Said the one nearly falling into him. “Look at these beautiful lips…they should be right here on my cock, yes?” Kiku’s eyes widened and he cleared his throat before calmly walking away. The man was so drunk he hardly noticed that Kiku moved. Kiku went back for Matthew who was nearly getting groped by the other man.

“Come on, cutie…bend that tight ass over the banister and lets show the world what we’re made of!” Kiku rushed up and pulled Matthew straight out from under the man’s nose.

“Lets go, we’re leaving.” Kiku stated softly.

“B-but I don’t want to! That was just one weird guy!”

“I hate this ball…it’s nothing but a pickup spot for-“ He stopped when he saw Feliks surrounded by many men. “Well…it’s not important. Come on, we’re going back to the carriage to wait for the others.”

“HEY HEY! WHERE YOU TWO GOING?!” Kiku cringed when he heard Gilbert’s voice. “The party is just getting started! You’re not sneaking off!” Gilbert wrapped his arms around their waists and kissed their cheeks. Matthew giggled and Kiku could have sworn his cheek burned from the others’ lips. “Don’t worry, I’ve got ya!” They passed Francis and Arthur at the bottom of the steps talking (or what could pass for talking) and Kiku mouthed a ‘help me’ to them as they passed. Francis and Arthur paid him no real mind and went back to their quiet flirting.

Alfred continued to silently spy on Ivan as he made faux friendly talk to various nobles. Alfred had to fend off some drunken hands as he weaved through the crowd but they were easy enough to dodge. He had suddenly lost sight of Ivan and he had to stop to look around. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. One hand was on his chest while the other was dangerously close to his groin.

“You look ravishing tonight, my Little Rose.” Alfred moaned as he felt Ivan’s arousal growing against his tight shorts. “A little TOO ravishing.”

“I dressed for you…I wanted to surprise you.”

“Did you now?” He ushered him over to one of the refreshment tables and moved behind the curtains nearby. It was empty behind the curtains and the wall was close to Ivan’s back. Alfred was leaning against one of the pillars, his arms around Ivan’s shoulders. Ivan pushed the red shorts down so they pooled at Alfred’s feet. Alfred stepped out of them as Ivan undid his own pants to free his erection. The fact that they were out in public and people were talking right behind them was stimulating. Alfred did not think he would enjoy something like that but at the moment he didn’t care. They were all wearing masks so no one would know who he was.

He lifted Alfred off of the floor and held up one his legs as he pressed himself against Alfred’s opening. Alfred tensed up a bit and Ivan quickly licked his palm to slick himself before starting to press up into him. Alfred clenched his eyes and tightened his hold on Ivan’s neck as his body stretched to accommodate Ivan’s girth. This time around it wasn’t as bad as the first few times. His body was getting used to the invasions and he found it to be more pleasurable each time he lay with Ivan.

Once he was fully seated inside Alfred, Ivan tightened his hold on the slim hips and started thrusting up into the tight heat that enveloped him. Alfred was glad the pillar was behind him so he could lean back against something as he slid down onto Ivan’s cock. Ivan was doing most of the work and the movements and Alfred huffed and moaned in his ear. The ball was loud behind them and Alfred let his voice heighten in pitch as his sweet spot was hit. Ivan bit and nibbled his neck as he pounded up into him. Alfred was ready to cum when they both heard a familiar scream and a shout from somewhere near by. Before he knew it, Ivan had pulled out of him and practically dropped him on to the floor. He fixed his pants as he started running off a full speed towards the sounds of the screaming.

Alfred quickly slipped his shorts on before running after Ivan, wanting to know what was going on. Luckily he was still in eyesight of Ivan and tried to catch up with him. As he got closer Alfred recognized the silk robes as Yao’s and he knew those sounds were his cries. Yao was fighting and struggling underneath some lord as the man tried to strip him of his robes. His mask was already ripped off and lay broken beside him.

Alfred watched as Ivan gripped the man by his cloak and pulled the man up and off of Yao. The sound of fist meeting bone was enough for Alfred to cringe as Ivan started brutally beating the man. Alfred ran to Yao and helped him sit up, asking if he was all right. Yao just shoved him away as he watched his husband’s fist coming up each time with more blood than before. The man had stopped his cries and Yao feared that Ivan just might have killed him and that wouldn’t do them any good.

“IVAN STOP!” Yao called out and Ivan did so, his fist still raised in the air as he looked over his shoulder at Yao. “T-that’s enough…okay? S-stop…” Ivan looked at the man before dropping the unconscious bloodied body to the floor. He spit on the body of the man before stalking over to Yao and Alfred.

“We’re leaving.” Ivan said simply and he scooped Yao up in his right arm like a child. “Alfred, round up the others and tell them to get home. I want them all back.” Alfred wanted to help Ivan with Yao but he figured it was best to do as he was told. It was going to be a fight to gather everyone up, especially when half of them were drunk. He watched as Ivan carried Yao out of sight and he himself went to do what he was told when his eyes caught something nearby. He looked over to see Matthew against a wall with Gilbert looming over him dominantly and was that WINE in his little brother’s hand? Alfred forgot all about Yao and Ivan as he stormed over to give Gilbert a piece of his mind.

Ivan watched his wife staring out the opened carriage window at the trees going by, seeing the rising sun peeking through them. His fist was aching just a bit from all the punching and he could foresee trouble coming his way. But it wouldn’t bother him because he was defending his wife who was going to be raped. Yao appeared to be calm but one look at his shaking fingers silently told Ivan that he was distressed over what had happened.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Ivan asked him softly and Yao turned to face him.

“Yeah…I’m okay. Shaken up…that’s all. I’ll get over it by tomorrow.”

“What exactly was going on? Why did that man attempt…what he did?” Ivan asked and Yao just sighed heavily.

“Like everyone else at the party that man was drunk. I was sitting around the tables with other nobles and their wives and of course they were gossiping about this and that. The more they drank the more they had to say about ‘me’.” He frowned and looked down at his hands.

“What did they say to you?” Ivan’s voice was calm but he was starting to feel the anger building up inside of him.

“Just the usual stuff they say about me and being married to you. As if those straw ass women and men have anything to say about their own husbands! They can’t compare to my marriage! You know they don’t believe me when I tell them you respect my body and my wishes…they just laugh. Their married lives are full of submissiveness, forced sex, and beatings! How dare they look down on ME like I’m the one they pity! I had to get up and fucking leave that table before I threw my wine into someone’s face! And that man who was attempting to rape me was an old suitor of mine. He had told me his named and that he had recognized me.”

“Well you won’t have to worry about him. With the bashing I gave him his face will never be the same again. Even drunk that man still had the audacity to advance on you, Lady Braginski, when that name frightens everyone. I’m sorry if my beating had upset you. I was only giving him what he deserved and as you can tell we had to leave. “

“Yes I know and no I wasn’t upset. I was actually quite…touched…with what you did for me.” He blushed very faintly but Ivan saw it and smirked in amusement.

“You like when I’m all rough and tough and beating on people?”

“I just liked the fact that you were defending me.” He blushed deepened a bit.

“Well that’s my job. I couldn’t let that happen to you. What kind of husband and person would I be?” Yao looked at him.

“C-can I sleep with you tonight?” Ivan chuckled.

“Frightened?” Yao nodded and they were quiet for most of the ride back.

Once they were home Yao had immediately wanted to go to bed. Ivan let him pull him to his chambers. Usually Ivan had to go to Yao’s chambers since his wife hated how cold and dark his room was. He figured Yao must have been trying to thank him for his protective deed tonight. Ivan told him they could go to his room but Yao had refused as they entered the dark chamber. The servants had already had a fire lit and all the candle torches and stands as well.

“I don’t understand why you stay in this part of the manor but I know you won’t answer me.” Ivan just smiled at him.

“You know me so well. You have a few night robes in my wardrobe, I’ll get them for you.”

“I uh…I rather not sleep with them.” Ivan looked at him in slight surprise.

“Really? I thought you disliked sleeping naked beside me…you’ve never even been naked against me. We always had your night shirt covering you.” Yao looked at his shoes as he twirled his fingers in front of him.

“Y-yeah well…I wanted to try something different…and…and you can be nak-naked too.” Ivan smiled happily, more amused than thrilled. Was Yao actually TRYING to make love with him?

“As you wish, my love. Although I strongly advise that after we are ‘done’ you will put one on for it does get cold in here.” Yao nodded and started to undue his silk robe but stopped.

“Um…could you turn your head? Just until I’m under the covers?” Ivan smiled and turned around so his back was to Yao. He listened to him getting undressed and heard him slid under the covers. “You can look now.” Ivan turned around to see him with the covers pulled up to his chin. Ivan just chuckled to himself as he stripped down and laid his clothes neatly on the trunk at the end of the bed. Yao looked the other way while Ivan undressed and looked back when he felt him slide in next to him. They both looked at each other, Ivan with a sincere smile and Yao with a tiny one.

“Would you like me to put out the bed torches?” He was referring to the two torches on either side of his canopy and Yao shook his head.

“N-No…we can keep them lit. But could you…close the curtains?” Ivan nodded and got up again to go around the bed and untie the tassels. Yao watched Ivan’s silhouette glide along the curtains until he came through them on his side. Ivan got back into the bed and Yao pulled the covers up higher to cover his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be so shy. I am after all your husband. I’m the person you should be the least shy with.” Ivan chuckled.

“Yeah…well…” He grumbled and peeked out from the covers.

“You don’t have to force yourself to do anything if you don’t want.”

“No, I want to…I just have a hard time getting…started.”

“Well, for starters you should be over here hugging me instead of way over there.” Ivan beckoned him with his finger and Yao slowly scooted over to him. Ivan took him into his arms and held him close, nuzzling his temple and humming a soft little song. It always helped Yao to remain calm when he hummed but he couldn’t sing. Yao had forbidden his singing voice to be heard in his presence. Ivan always thought he sang quite handsomely.

He stroked Yao’s back with his hand and he noticed that his wife’s skin felt much more softer than Alfred’s. True, Alfred was used to labor and being outside with Yao was basically an indoor cat. He shouldn’t be thinking of Alfred right now but focusing on Yao who was in rare form tonight. Yao tensed at first when Ivan stroked him but he soon relaxed and nestled into him more. They had lay there for a while, just hugging and stroking each other.

To his surprise, it was Yao who advanced to the next level by reaching his slim hand down to rub at his groin. Ivan closed his eyes and moaned softly into Yao’s dark hair as he stroked him into hardness. Ivan leaned in and kissed him gently, keeping it soft and sweet. If he had learned anything from his very few times coupling with Yao it was to let him increase the desire on his own. As long as Ivan was gentle and sweet, Yao’s passion for him would build. It would also appear that his wife takes pleasure in his brutal fighting mentality. He could feel Yao trying to slip under him so Ivan just moved to lie atop his wife and pressed their members together.

Yao's eyes sparkled slightly as he wrapped his arms around him, kissing Ivan deeply. Ivan moaned in delight as he grew harder against Yao who in turn became just as aroused.

"Make love to me, Ivan…please?” Ivan smiled down at him.

“You don’t ever have to ask so politely for love making. I will give it to you whenever you command it. Just snap these cute little fingers and I am yours between these sheets.” He brought Yao’s hand up to kiss it.

“You give me too much credit.” Yao whined out softly with a blush.

“Well, that’s because you’re my wife and we share a loving partnership. To even have married me I give you all the credit in the world.”

He reached over to the bedside drawer and opened it to pull out a tiny glass bottle of lube. Ivan remembered the look of pure horror and embarrassment on Kiku’s face when he had asked the man to make him this from his herb garden. Yao looked away from it and focused on the other pillow next to his head. Ivan coated his fingers with the lube before bringing them down to Yao’s puckered entrance. Yao gasped and tried to close his legs but Ivan’s body was in the way, preventing it. Ivan noticed that Yao’s body was fuller than Alfred’s but he was shorter in height. Alfred’s body was long and lithe while Yao’s was more childlike and small. There he goes thinking about Alfred again.

“J-just one at a time first!” Yao’s voice trembled when he felt Ivan slip a finger inside of him. He hissed a bit at the uncomfortable stretching and invading digits but Ivan went extra slow for his comfort. It was nearly five minutes before Yao allowed Ivan to press another finger in, tightening up again. If this Alfred beneath him, the blue eyed beauty would already be rocking on the bed and crying out in lust as Ivan pounded into him, knocking the wind from his lungs. “OW! Careful!” Yao hissed at him when Ivan pressed a bit too hard inside him while thinking about Alfred.

“I’m sorry love, let me make it up to you.” He slipped a third finger inside and Yao arched his back as they all tickled at his prostate.

“N-NO FAIR!” He moaned out and spread his legs more for Ivan. “Y-You can’t just…just…t-tickle it!” He heard Ivan chuckle and felt the man’s larger finger’s jab him pleasurably, making him arch off the bed. Ivan kept up a steady pace with his fingers, making Yao writhe and moan against the sheets. His wife really was in rare form tonight to be so passionate and lusty as he was.

“I’m ready for you!” Yao commanded and grabbed the bottle of lube to shove it into Ivan’s free hand. Ivan smiled and removed his fingers from Yao’s insides, making the smaller man whimper and arch for them back, or for something more. Yao watched as Ivan coated his member with the lube while his eyes traveled up and down the small body. Yao blushed as he felt Ivan’s eyes kissing at his skin as they gazed at him. Ivan’s stares were always felt on him when they shared their bed. “Just be gentle and slow going in.”

“I would never hurt you purposefully, kitty cat.” He purred against Yao’s cheek as he lifted the smaller legs to wrap around his waist. He positioned himself and pressed just lightly, checking Yao’s face for any signs of pain or backing out. Yao’s legs tightened around him and Ivan knew he was nervous.

“You promise?”

“I swear it.” Ivan whispered to him and then slowly started pressing his way inside.

Yao was always so slow during penetration and it often annoyed Ivan since he had to work twice as hard to keep himself aroused. Now if it were Alfred he had here, the boy’s body would be sucking him in and begging for more. Yao’s face was slightly twisted in a way that showed he was uncomfortable. Ivan enjoyed making love but sex with Yao was always too slow. You could make love with quick actions and strong thrusts.

“I’m in.” Ivan said and he waited for Yao’s body to adjust. Yao whimpered and cried at the full feeling inside of him but he wanted to please Ivan. He wanted to thank him for his deed.

“M-move…I want it to start feeling good.”

“As you command, love.” Ivan pulled out and thrust back in just slightly to stretch Yao’s inner muscles. He would do about five little thrusts each before letting them build and build to deeper ones. Yao held on to Ivan’s shoulders as he shuddered and gasped under his thrusts. Yao’s height and size sometimes made it hard for Ivan’s larger form to balance himself above him. He did not want to crush Yao’s body with his weight. Once again he had to work himself twice as hard.

“You…doing alright?” Ivan huffed out and Yao just nodded, a sparkle of tears in his eyes. Ivan leaned down and kissed his tear ducts. “Don’t cry, love. Don’t cry.” Ivan picked up the pace again and felt himself hitting Yao’s sweet spot. Yao’s cries were short and high pitched at each thrust that penetrated him. Ivan was keeping himself in control for he did not want to let go like he does with Alfred, pounding his Little Rose into whatever surface they could find. He would grip those hips tight enough to bruise and shove into him at any position he liked, never having to stop or slow down.

“I’m…I’m cumming…Ivan…” Yao gasped out and Ivan moaned in relief as he could speed up a bit to increase his wife’s orgasm. Yao gasped and cried out loudly as his sweet spot was over stimulated and he shook as he came between them with a shout. Ivan pulled Yao’s body close and pumped a few more times before finishing inside of him. Ivan moaned softly as he kissed Yao’s neck, remaining seated inside of him.

“How are you doing?” Ivan asked.

“F-fine…that was good…but Ivan…could you pull out, please?” Ivan gave a little sigh and did so, wanting to stay longer inside Yao’s body. He rolled back over to his side and held his arms open for Yao. Yao slid back over and lay spooned along the length of Ivan’s left side. He rests his head on Ivan’s chest and nuzzled into his neck, making his husband giggle.

“You’re doing your kitty cat move on me.”

“But you like it.” Yao purred and continued to nuzzle as much of Ivan as he could reach. Ivan just held him close and drug a finger lazily up and down Yao’s hip. Ivan smiled as he thought of his blue-eyed peacock lying next to him.

“I do like it, Alfred…” Ivan’s eyes shot open wide and he lay as still as a corpse on the bed.

“…what did you just call me? Or rather…WHO did you just call me!” Yao shot up from the bed to glare angrily down at Ivan. “You just called me ‘Alfred’! You were thinking about HIM the whole time, weren’t you?!” Ivan sat up as well.

“N-No love! Yao, it isn’t like that! It’s-“

“Then what the hell IS IT, Ivan?” Yao threw the covers off and went to gather his robes.

“Yao…my kitty ca-“

“NO! Just…just don’t even talk to me right now! I can’t believe you!” Yao wouldn’t look at him as he dressed in haste. Ivan went over to him and tried to hug him but Yao shoved him away. “STAY AWAY FROM ME, DAMMIT! DON’T TOUCH ME!” Ivan opened his mouth to say something but chose not to. Yao needed time to cool down and rationalize things. He always lost his temper right away but would calm down after time.

“Yao…I’m sorry…I-“

“No, you know what? Just…just back off, okay? Just leave me alone!”

Yao stormed out of the room and down the halls, leaving a distressed and naked Ivan behind. Yao walked with haste and determination through the halls, trying to ignore all the looks he was getting from servants. Yao would not let any of his tears fall, not just yet. What happened in that room was beyond his full comprehension in his current angered state. He had only one thought on his mind.

“Where is he?” He said softly to himself before asking it again louder for someone to hear. “Where is he?!” He quickly cornered a servant. “Where is he?”

“W-where is who, my lady?”

“ALFRED-FUCKING-JONES!” The servant gulped.

“H-he has just returned with Francis and the others…out by the carriage drop off.” Yao spun on his heel and started to head towards that direction. He didn’t know what he planned to say or do but he knew it wouldn’t be nice. It would be cruel and ‘un-lady like’. He smirked at that as he reached the doors that lead to the carriage houses, knowing that his target was just beyond those doors.

End Chapter 11 TBC
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