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Decadence Escaping
By : FlayraDowitcher
Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers
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Chapter List
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***Warnings: Hardcore yaoi, knife play, foul language, hunting, fluff

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter 11

Now he had done it. Alfred was unprepared for the fight at hand for two reasons. One was that Ivan had been trained as a fighter for nearly thirteen years and he just learned a few moves this afternoon. The second was that he loved Ivan and didn’t want to hurt him, yet he was certain the large man would take him down in a few punches. He couldn’t read Ivan’s expression to know if he was just jesting or if he actually meant to strike. Ivan obviously should know that Alfred couldn’t take him on with his skills. He had seen the man on numerous occasions break bones and necks in one simple twist. But would Ivan actually do that?

“Y-You’re joking, right Ivan?” Alfred gave a little nervous, lopsided smile.

“Perhaps I am. Perhaps I’m not. I can play your little game, Alfred. I’ve been there. We’ll just see who the ladies swarm around after this.” Ivan smirked and gave his neck a quick crack. “Run, run, little rabbit.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

Alfred took off in a run and Ivan followed swiftly behind. If Ivan had been any other guy his age and not so solid he would have attempted a few swings. He would have to use his wits and agility to combat Ivan, just like his lover had taught him. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he could see Ivan coming right up behind him with a twisted yet playful grin on his face. The man was enjoying this! But he would have to do something and do it quick. With a fast thought, he turned on his heels and headed straight towards Ivan. Just before they collided, Alfred leaned backwards and slid straight through Ivan’s legs. He figured the man would stop to land a punch and he had been right. That stance gave him the opportunity to slide between his legs and avoid a blow. Ivan turned around but Alfred met him with a roundhouse kick that knocked him on his feet. Instead of falling onto his back Ivan had caught himself on his palms and flipped himself back up.

“SHIT!” Alfred hissed and took off again with Ivan’s laughter following behind.

“Been there, done that! Run, run, little rabbit!”

‘Okay, Alfred! Think, think, think!’

He had to find a way to use Ivan’s size against him, which meant he had to either hide in or go through something small. However, he would have to make sure he fit through it himself or else Ivan would have won. Alfred saw one of the fur tables and slid under it, yet Ivan just leapt in the air and over it. With that fail, Alfred thought of another trick and grabbed hold of a rope that led up to the bridges. Alfred was lighter and he easily flew up the rope with little trouble. Ivan may have more endurance to hang on longer but he wouldn’t be able to lift his bulk quite as fast. When he reached the bridge he looked down but saw no sign of Ivan. Their little chase had caught the attention of the outlaws and one pointed to his far left. Alfred went to the other side of the bridge and gasped when he saw Ivan running up the wooden ladder. Now both men were on opposite bridges and they froze, one with a grin and the other with a frown. They began mimicking each other’s movements and Ivan was just having way too much fun. At that moment, Alfred had decided he wanted nothing more than to wipe that grin off Ivan’s smug face. To his left he saw a variety of ropes anchored to the ceiling. What they were for didn’t matter at the moment but he was going to do something Ivan wouldn’t expect! He dashed towards the first rope with Ivan following him. He took a deep breath and gripped the rope before leaping over the rail.

“I REGRET NOTHING!”

Alfred cried loudly and swung towards Ivan. As he predicted, Ivan held his arms out to catch him but Alfred let go seconds before. His hands gripped the ledge of Ivan’s bridge and his weight rocked it violently. Ivan had little balance and nearly toppled over the edge but held on tight to the rope railing. Alfred then grabbed one of the various dangling ropes and lowered himself down. Ivan had to wait for the bridge to steady itself before he could proceed after Alfred. Once he grabbed a rope, Ivan kept his eye on the man as he climbed down. When he reached the ground, Ivan took an alternate route to cut him off. The huts were all in a row so it wouldn’t be hard to catch up with him. Ivan made sure to take notice of the outlaws for their expressions would give away Alfred’s whereabouts. Sure enough, he saw a man jump back as Alfred came turning around the bend. When he saw Ivan he slid to a halt on his heels and nearly fell backwards from the force of it. Ivan grinned at his stumbling retreating figure and followed him into one of the huts.

Alfred nearly knocked over every wooden piece of whatever in the hut as he tore through it. This would be his chance to use Ivan’s size against him. With a grunt, Alfred jumped and dove through the hut window, tucking and rolling on the stone floor. A second later, Ivan dove through but got stuck. The larger man let out a surprised gasp and Alfred arched with laughter, pointing at him. He couldn’t believe it worked! Ivan was so caught up in chasing him that he didn’t think properly and got himself stuck. Ivan himself was quite surprised at how easily he was snared, like a boar running straight into a hunter’s net. His midriff was the part that got him stuck and it was actually amazing that his shoulders got through at all. As he thought of that, the slight aching in his shoulders alerted him to the fact that they were scratched from the dive. Even the rest of his midriff was aching with scratches and probably splinters. He just let his body fall limp and let Alfred’s laughter ring in his ears. He couldn’t get a good enough grip on the outside to push himself backwards. His little love had learned fast.

“Ah, well done, Alfred.” Ivan gave an annoyed smile.

“It was nothing!” Alfred wiped his hands together. “I had full confidence in myself!” The girls ran over to him and congratulated him on his win. Alfred looked a bit sheepish and bashful but the girls loved that even more. Ivan clicked his tongue in annoyance. It wasn’t that he wanted the girls’ attention for himself but more to rub Alfred’s cocky nose it. “Well Ivan, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Let me out and I’ll tell you.”

“Ah, nuh-uh! We have to have a truce first, right?” Alfred held out his hand to him. “Truce?” Ivan gave a mock smile but took his hand.

“Yes. Truce.”

“All right then! Lets get him out!” Alfred ordered and a few of the outlaws went into the hut and help pull Ivan out. Ivan thanked them but ignored his wounds, leaving the hut to meet Alfred. “No hard feelings, right Ivan?” Alfred asked.

“Of course not. It was a fair fight. You used your strengths to outwit me, which is exactly what I taught you.” Ivan’s smile was more childlike and cheerful now but Alfred was more frightened of that than the grin.

“Y-You knew I couldn’t stand up to your punches…right?”

“Yes, Alfred. I was very well aware of that.

“If you two are done wreaking up the place then supper is ready.” Said Arthur with his arms crossed. He was a little annoyed at the ruckus they caused but forgave them when they both apologized. “By the way, we’re going on a hunt tomorrow and I would like Ivan to come along.”

“Hey, what about me?” Alfred asked with pout.

“You don’t know how to hunt.” Arthur stated flatly. “I have over a hundred people to feed and I can’t risk a newbie coming along. You’ll make too much noise.”

“But how am I to learn if I don’t experience it?”

“I will teach you another time.” Ivan told his lover. “You can stay here and continue to help build.”

Alfred accepted this but grumbled under his breath nonetheless. He had already proven how fast he could learn yet he was still being shit on because he was a ‘city boy’. There was no point in arguing about it now but Alfred would complain about it to Ivan later. Right now, the promise of fresh hot meat and drinks was all he could think about. He couldn’t wait to stuff his face after a long day of work and training.

Ivan stayed up long into the night after dinner and dancing with a few others around the fire. Alfred had gone to bed early, claiming to be exhausted from the day. Ivan was still wide awake and drinking with the others. He stared down at the jug in his hand and noticed it was slightly blurred, signaling that he should slow down on the mead. He slid his finger through the handle loop of the jug and balanced it, enjoying the weight of the honey wine. The other men were laughing and talking amongst themselves but Ivan wasn’t fully listening. He was too lost in his own thoughts and the mead was only making it worse. With the promise of a hunt tomorrow he should be sober but the alcohol helped to clear his head. He lifted the jug to his lips and took a heavy gulp of the golden liquid, clenching his eyes as it went down a bit hard this time.

‘What have I told you about drinking?’ Ivan looked from the jug to the source of the familiar voice next to him. He looked straight in to Winter’s pale eyes but was neither shocked nor frightened. ‘It clouds your judgment and makes movements weak.’

“Yet you were the one who had me drinking ale at thirteen.” Ivan looked at the man’s slowly rotting face before lowering his eyes to the pool of intestines gathered at his feet. Ivan had gutted him good and he felt a small swell of pride fill his chest.

‘You wouldn’t sleep otherwise. You should be thanking me that I helped you at all. I could have let you sleep in the barracks with all those perverted fighters who would have gangbanged you into nothingness. Letting you drink would shut you up so I could sleep.’

“How noble of you.” He took another gulp of mead.

‘They found my body. I’m sure someone has told the soldiers that it was you.’

“They’ll never find me.” Ivan responded quickly. “You were no one of importance and Sardar was nothing more than a slave trader. It’s not worth their time.”

‘You think so?’ Winter’s form chuckled darkly. ‘How quickly you forget where you were suppose to ‘go’ before you slit us open.’ Ivan lowered the jug and narrowed his eyes at him, trying to think of what he meant by the words. ‘You were to be sold as an imperial fighter for the Emperor, remember?’ Ivan gasped softly and he almost dropped the jug. ‘They are well aware of who are you.’

“They still won’t find me!” He growled at the ghost. “I wont’ let them! Once I get to the Northern city they won’t be able to touch me! Just go away…”

‘Keep drinking and I will.’

Ivan did so, throwing his head back and finishing up the contents of the jug. He let out a breath of air and wiped his mouth with his arm. He turned back to Winter only to find the ghost had gone but left a pool of dark blood where he had sat. Ivan stared at the liquid for a moment before closing his eyes tight and shaking his head. When he opened them again he saw that the blood gone and the voices of the outlaws could be heard. Was what Winter said to him true? Ivan knew they would find Winter and Sardar’s bodies eventually but would they really know it had been him? He had forgotten that his name was listed among the Emperor and he did belong to Nazun house. Oh well, it didn’t matter one way or the other. Once they arrived in the Northern city they would be safe so he wouldn’t worry. The mead was making him feel relaxed enough where the issue wasn’t affecting him like it usually did. Ivan smiled to himself and decided that it was time to head to bed and cuddle with his Alfred. He excused himself from the group and bid them ‘goodnight’ before stumbling away. He laughed while he looked at his feet, seeing the floor stones swaying away from him. Sometimes the stones would come up close to his face then fall back to the floor. Maybe he had drank a bit too much mead.

With luck he happened upon his tent and fell to his hands and knees with little grace. He crawled inside and heard the soft snores of his lover. Alfred was asleep on his side with his bare back facing the tent entrance. The blanket was pooled at his waist and the sleeping form didn’t stir when Ivan joined him, first removing his pants and boots. Once his arms were around Alfred’s waist he had forgotten all about the conversation he had with Winter. He smiled and pulled his lover’s back to his chest, spooning the smaller body against his own. Alfred murmured a bit but still did no wake. Ivan’s groin was pressed to Alfred’s backside and with the mead in his bloodstream he formed an erection. Alfred shifted a bit but remained sound asleep. Ivan smirked against the skin of Alfred’s neck before planting a soft kiss. He let his hand slide further down Alfred’s belly and to his groin. His hand rest on Alfred’s crotch and he began massaging the area until he felt the hint of an erection starting. Alfred wiggled a bit in his spot and mumbled but was still lost in sleep. Ivan wondered how far he could go before the smaller man woke up.

When Alfred’s cock grew large enough for him to wrap his hand around it he began to pump the length. Alfred let out some soft gasps and gave shallow thrusts forward into Ivan’s hand. Ivan used his other arm to lift his weight comfortably so he could kiss and bite at the man’s shoulders. He couldn’t hold the position long so he removed his hand from Alfred’s front and lit it slide to the back. Alfred let out a sleepy whine and shifted in his spot, reaching his own hand down to unconsciously get the feeling back. Ivan pressed a finger to Alfred’s entrance and massaged it gently, sliding his lips up to nibble his earlobe. Alfred whined and pressed back against Ivan’s finger, forcing the tip of it inside. Ivan moaned deep in his throat and slid his finger the rest of the way in, wringing another gasp from Alfred’s lips. Alfred’s hands wrapped tightly around his erection and in his sleep continued to pump it in rhythm with Ivan. He added a second finger and then a third, pressing deep inside to rub his sweet spot. When he found it he jabbed the little bundle of nerves and wiggled his fingers, making Alfred arch with pleasure. A second jab to the same spot forced Alfred awake and he was unclear on what he was doing. It took a moment for him to realize what act he was engaged in.

Instead of fighting it, Alfred rolled onto his belly and lifted his hips. He was still tired and groggy from being woken up in such a manner but he did not want to loose the wonderful feeling. He felt Ivan’s fingers remove themselves and something bigger press in their place. His legs were spread wider with to angle him properly for easier penetration. He folded his arms in front of him and used it as a makeshift pillow. Alfred gasped softly when he felt the head of Ivan’s cock press against him, teasing his entrance. His mind was still in a mix of sleep and consciousness but the more Ivan’s length pressed in the more aware he became. He felt Ivan’s weight lay on top of him when the man was fully sheathed inside and could smell the alcohol on him.

“Ivan…are you drunk?” He mumbled softly.

“I had a few sips but I’m well for this.”

“But you reek! And take your scarf off!” The ends of it were tickling around his face and ears.

“Deal with it. You don’t have to smell just feel.”

Ivan gripped his hips and began series of quick thrusts, leaving Alfred little time to adjust. Alfred unfolded his arms and gripped the blankets to keep from being shoved forward. He was used to rough penetration and he had learned how to make his muscles adjust quickly. Once he did he could let Ivan’s cock begin its reign of pleasure in his body. Maybe it was because he was still a little groggy but Ivan’s length never failed to feel larger each time they coupled. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he was engaging in sex less frequently now that he was free or Ivan was just getting bigger? Whatever the reason, Ivan’s movements were erasing all thought and leaving hot pleasure in its wake. Alfred felt his eyes roll back in his head and he moaned deeply. He was unable to form words, only animalistic sounds that matched with Ivan’s. The blankets were thin and slipped around underneath their weight, making it harder for Alfred to grip. Soon his knees were touching the stone floor and he knew the skin would scratch easily from the force of their rocking.

“W-Wait Ivan! Stop for a minute!”

“Can’t…” He said with a deep huff and arched himself forward and deeper into Alfred.

“Damn it, Ivan! My skin is going to scratch! My knees-“

Alfred yelped as Ivan’s hand fisted in his hair and the man pulled him up with little effort. His eyes widened with a gasp when the new position forced Ivan deeper into him. The new angle let the pleasure travel up his back and tickle his belly. It felt a bit like nausea but was far more comfortable and Alfred had given up on worrying about his knees. Ivan’s heavy thrusts and wandering hands were far more important at the moment. Even though he suspected Ivan was simply perusing his own pleasure right now it didn’t bother him in the least. He was still reaping the benefits from Ivan’s lust. Raising his hips he would push against Ivan’s upwards thrusts to find a perfect rhythm.

Ivan’s hands stroked the stretched muscles of Alfred’s thighs as the lighter male bounced on his lap and cried out in delight. He had to bring one of his hands up to cover Alfred’s mouth to keep him from making so much noise in the contained area. He felt Alfred’s mouth open and take in two of his fingers, sucking and swirling his tongue around them. Ivan moaned and bit into his shoulder, ringing another muffled cry from him. His other hand stroked and rubbed Alfred’s belly before passing over his nipples then back down to his groin. Alfred had managed to push Ivan’s fingers out of his mouth with his tongue but turned his head to catch their lips in a kiss. Ivan let his hands drop to Alfred’s waist, one to hold him steady and the other to pump his hot erection. Alfred pulled his mouth away to gasp at the tight grip on his cock and the steady pumping of Ivan’s strokes adding to the inner pleasure. Ivan moved his lips up to his ear and nipped at the lobe.

“I don’t see you fighting me now.” He breathed into the shell of Alfred’s ear, poking his tongue out to lick it and make the smaller man shutter in his hold.

“Why would I?” Alfred gasped out, driving himself down onto Ivan. “Stop talking and keep fucking me!” Ivan growled and grasped his balls, squeezing them to the point where Alfred had to cry out and double over from discomfort. Ivan’s grip held him tight so he wouldn’t fall off his cock and let go of his balls.

“Don’t command me, little rabbit!” He hissed darkly and pressed Alfred’s back into chest once again, thrusting into him. “I could stop fucking you right here and you’ll be begging me on your belly to enter you again!” Alfred let out a breathless chuckle and pushed his damp bangs away from his face.

“You couldn’t stand being away from me with a hard on!” Alfred felt callused hands grip the underside of his thighs and lift him off of his cock before tossing him onto the blankets. Alfred’s eyes were wide and his body ached with the need to be filled. He looked over his shoulder at Ivan who was sitting with his legs folded and his cock erect, slick with precum from their current romp. “I know you didn’t just toss me away like that…” Alfred narrowed his eyes at him.

“I did.” Ivan smirked with a small hiccup. “You want it so bad then come and get it, little rabbit.” Alfred’s body was burning with desire and the need to cum but he did not want to give in to Ivan. His eyes were glued to Ivan’s thick, twitching cock and he swallowed hard. How Ivan was able to maintain that and not jump his bones was a thing of wonder. “Come on, now. Don’t be shy.” Alfred gave in to the needs of his body and turned around to crawl back over to his lover. Ivan made no movement but just watched the man straddle himself on his crossed lap. Before he could lower himself, Ivan gripped his hips and shoved him off. Alfred rolled onto his back, legs high in the air before he blushed at the ridiculous way he had landed. “Oh no, please. Remain just like you were.” Ivan smiled.

“Don’t push me away again!” Alfred tried it one more time but Ivan pushed him away. “Fuck you!” Alfred let his fist fly and land a punch to Ivan’s cheek. Ivan sharply brought his head back from the punch and threw his own hand out to grip Alfred’s neck. Alfred gasped and reached for his hand. “I-IVAN!”

“You’re still hard even while I’m doing this!” He let his other hand squeeze Alfred’s erection, wringing a strangled cry from him. “You want to punch me? Go ahead and do it again, I like it!” Alfred grit his teeth and used all his force to punch Ivan in the stomach. His stocky girth hid rock hard abs that ended up hurting his fist. “That was cute! Try it again!” His grip tightened and so did Alfred’s erection. He wouldn’t give in to Ivan but not just for his pride, but for his heightened pleasure as well. He still had his armbands on and he remembered the dagger there. He quickly pulled it out and held the blade to the left side of Ivan’s neck, just above the scarf.

“Stop!” Ivan’s eyes widened at Alfred’s shout and he slowly turned his head to look at the small blade. “Yeah, that’s right! I pulled my own little trick! Now, you will let me have your cock or I will have to ‘nip’ at you.” Ivan’s plump face of confusion grew into a grin and his tongue came out to lick his lips.

“By all means…nip me!” He moved himself forward, allowing the blade to slice a thin line of blood.

“IVAN?!” Alfred was shocked by the forced cut and Ivan took the opportunity to grab the dagger from him. “Oh no…” Alfred gulped and quickly found himself flat on his back with the flat part of the blade tracing over his chest. Only half the tip was leaving little trails of uncomfortable aches as it traveled his body. “Ivan…please…”

“Please what? You pulled this out on me or have you forgotten?”

“But I…I don’t…I’m sorry for pulling it out. Just…put it down, okay?” He begged softly. The blade had brought back the mental image of when his innocence was taken from him with a knife at his throat. “I will tell you why later. Just please…don’t use it.” The pressure of the blade was not only scaring him but it was exciting him as well, most likely because it was Ivan holding it against his skin.

“Then flip yourself around so you don’t have to see. I have a little plan.”

Before Alfred could protest Ivan had him back on his belly, raising his hips to the level of his cock. He pressed himself fully inside and started a rough rhythm, pounding the breath out of his lover. Alfred had forgotten about the blade and lost his thoughts in the aching pleasure that filled his body. Ivan bent his hips more, forcing him to arch his back at a painful angle. Alfred felt his knees lifted just inches off the stone floor as Ivan’s cock drove into him and his sweet spot. The pleasure was unbearable and it was filling his entire body with white-hot flames. He knew his climax was near and he brought one hand to his length and stroked it.

Ivan had never been this excited with Alfred before and took a drunken mental note to use weapons during sex more often. When Alfred pulled the blade on him his desire skyrocketed and he wanted nothing more than to be seated in his lover. His hips and back were beginning to ache with the strain of his thrusts but he was certain Alfred was enjoying it. When he saw the man’s hand go to his cock it was time to pick things up a bit. He took the blade and placed it on the shallow crevasse where Alfred’s thighs met his rump. He felt Alfred’s body tense at the blade but with a steady hand, he cut a thin line in the area.

Alfred’s eyes flew open and he let out a wail of pain mixed with pleasure, his climax exploding violently onto the blankets. The pain from the cut was the final straw and his body was almost flopping with the tremendous aftershocks of orgasm. He let out a whine when he felt Ivan’s hot cock pulled from his body, leaving him empty and cold. He still remained in the position, unable to think or move. The blood from the cut trickled down his thigh and tickled him but he was still too weak to react. He looked behind him and could see Ivan stroking himself to reach completion. He turned his head away when Ivan let out a few strangled grunts as he came, littering all of Alfred’s back and lower regions with his cum. Alfred hissed when some of the cum landed on the cut, the liquid stinging painfully. The rest of it was hot and wet against his skin, slipping all long his body and onto the blankets. The bits that remained quickly cooled and he felt Ivan’s hand smear the essence along his back. He never cared for the sticky feel of cum but when the tainted fingers pressed against his lips he immediately took them in without thought.

“Taste what you did to me.” Ivan said in a harsh whisper. “Pull a weapon on me like again…and we may just have a repeat of this night.” He pulled his fingers out of Alfred’s mouth when they were clean. His lover licked the retreating tips and shivered in delight at the promise of another session like this.

“W-why did you cut me?” Alfred asked when he finally got his voice back.

“I wanted to place my own mark on you. I can place as many marks as I want.” He reached his hand back and lightly dabbed at the trickles of blood. He brought the droplets of blood to his mouth and tasted them.

“Ew…Ivan. That’s gross.” Alfred lifted his lip in disgust and settled onto his belly.

“I couldn’t help myself.” He smiled and nuzzled his cheek. “You are mine now…I never get tired of saying that.” Ivan pulled the covers up over them and slid half of his body onto Alfred’s. Alfred welcomed the weight of Ivan and smiled sweetly. The man’s heavy head was resting against the back of his neck with half his iron chest on his back. It made him feel safe and loved, even if Ivan was a little crazy a few moments ago.

“Ivan…? Hey…Ivan?” He spoke his name softly yet the man answered with a drunken snore. “Geez.” Alfred smiled again and closed his eyes, riding out the rest of the afterglow before falling asleep under Ivan’s protective weight.

The next morning…

“WAKE UP!” Ivan shot up from his spot on the blankets with a gasp and a swing of his fist. Fortunately, his fist did not collide with anyone. He held his head as the hangover headache took control. “Too much drinking?” Ivan blinked his eyes at Arthur’s annoyed, grumpy face leering into the tent. Alfred was still snoring away beside him.

“NO!” Ivan quickly answered. “Ugh…maybe…”

“Are you able to come on our hunt today? We could really use a man of your skill.” Ivan was about to decline but remembered that he wanted to get Alfred an offer of marriage present.

“Yes. Just…give me a minute or two.”

“Alright. Meet us at the front entrance.”

Arthur closed the flap, leaving the two of them alone. Ivan yawned and rubbed his face, trying to blink away the affects of the hangover. He was well enough to hunt but he just needed a couple of minutes to regain his bearings. He could fight off a hangover better than anybody. His backed ached and he balled his fist into the spot above his tailbone. Too much sex isn’t always a good thing.

“Ivan?”

“Yes? What is it?” He turned to Alfred who rolled over, blinking his eyes open.

“Is it already morning?”

“Yes, and I’m going on the hunt with Arthur and the others.” Alfred nodded and sat up, grunting a bit. “How are you feeling this morning? Was I too harsh?”

“No…well, yes but I liked it. I can’t believe you actually remember it for you were heavily drunk.”

“I remembered everything that happened. I’m a well-together drunk.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah, right.” He rolled his eyes. “What’s my job today then?”

“Ask Arthur before he leaves. I have to meet him and some of the others at the entrance. Why don’t you come and see me off?”

“Sure, why not.”

After the two men dressed they made their way to the entrance where the others were waiting. The men were feeling the weight of the bows to acquire a perfect match. Ivan hadn’t used a bow in many years but he remembered how, enough to hunt at least. Alfred smiled at him and crossed is arms before ushering Ivan over to the bow stand. The other outlaws greeted him and welcomed him to their party. Ivan just smiled and looked through the bows, trying to find one that would suit his height. Usually a bow was too short for him, which is why it isn’t his weapon of choice. He lifted one from the rack and balanced it in his hand. The weight was decent but was it the right height for him? He straightened his back and pulled the string back, only to have the bow snap in half at the center. Alfred covered his mouth to muffle his laugh at the sight. The others roared with laughter, slapping Ivan on the back and making him feel a little embarrassed. He gave a little chuckle and hid the broken pieces behind his back.

“Ah…bows and arrows aren’t my strong suit…obviously.”

“Try this one.” Arthur tossed him a heavier bow made from oak. “Give it a go.” Ivan nodded and strung the bow, which held its own and didn’t snap.

“This will do. I’ll take it.” Another outlaw handed him a quiver of arrows and a throwing axe to strap to his belt. Alfred came over to him and lightly punched his shoulder.

“Think you can gain your pride back by catching a large elk?” He teased.

“I will do more than that. Just you wait and see.” He poked at Alfred’s nose. “And stay away from the ladies. If I find out that you were chasing skirts rather than working it will be spanking time for you.”

“Pfft!” He scoffed with a laugh. “Trust me, I’ll pull my weight. THEN I’ll play with the girls.”

“Don’t get too comfortable with that, Alfred. I let it go a few times but I do have a limit.” Ivan smiled and pat the top of Alfred’s head. “Be a good boy.”

“Hey! Don’t talk to me like that!” Alfred puffed out his cheeks in annoyance but Ivan just ignored him. He waved goodbye to his lover before following behind Arthur and the others.

The dog accompanying them had picked up the scent of a stag and the hunting party was able to track it. Ivan and one other outlaw were the first to send their arrows soaring and they hit their target. The stag continued to run but did not make it far before falling to the ground. The dog reached the fallen creature, barking and sniffing madly around it. Arthur shooed the dog away and it trotted back to stand beside one of the outlaws. Ivan looked over the stag while thinking about which part he wanted to give to Alfred. In his tribe it was customary to give your intended, usually a woman, a gift of your own kill or make. She would have to accept the gift before she chose to marry. He already knew Alfred would marry him so this was just to keep up with tradition. At least he could have SOMETHING of his old life brought to the new one.

“Does anyone have a saw?”

“Yes, I do.” Said one outlaw, offering him the hand saw. “What do you need it for?”

“I’m taking one of these antlers for Alfred! I’m going to fix it into a dagger.” Ivan crouched next to the stag and began sawing at the largest antler. “I’m sure none of you mind?”

“We’re just interested in the fur and meat.” Arthur said and watched the procedure. When Ivan had finished with the antler he took out his axe and gripped the front leg. “What the hell are you doing?” Arthur asked him in annoyance.

“Another gift.” Arthur rubbed his temples.

“Ivan…let me just say this: Alfred is from the city. Giving him a stag’s leg isn’t the best idea for a gift. The antler dagger, yes. The leg? That’s a bit…well, peculiar.”

“Hardly! In my tribe these were considered valuable, spiritual gifts! Alfred is very fast and agile, just like this stag! If the spiritual aspect of it were real then it would fit with him perfectly.” Ivan hacked off the limb in two or three whacks.

“Suit yourself.” Arthur said with a sigh and ordered the others to tie the body from a post so they could carry it. On their way back, Arthur remembered the talisman and he took out from inside his leather vest. “Here, I have something for you. Alfred wanted me to make it for you.” Ivan looked at the strange woven talisman placed in his palm.

“What is it for?”

“It’s to help keep the ghosts and spirits away from you. Alfred, knowing I was a magic user, asked me if I could do anything to help you. I told him I would give you this talisman to help.”

“Does it actually work?” Ivan gave him an amused look, not falling for it.

“I would say it does. However, you need to believe it will work before it does.”

“Hmph. Have no doubt in my heart, right? I’ve heard all this before. But if Alfred asked for this…then I will wear it for him.” He slipped the talisman around his neck. “He cared enough about me to ask for it…so it’s only proper that I wear it, right?” Arthur nodded. “I guess I should say ‘thank you’ for this. You know, if you had happen upon my tribe we would have killed you.”

“I know. I’m a nonbeliever of the spirits and gods of your culture but I believe in the earth’s magic.”

“And I’m a nonbeliever of both.”

“Pity.” Ivan simply shoved him.

When they arrived back at the hideout Ivan immediately ran to the weapon makers, the few they actually had. The weapons makers helped to restore any broken or damaged weaponry that was stolen. Ivan had told Alfred he was making a surprise for him and that he should stay occupied with the girls. Not something he particularly wanted Alfred to do but it would ensure his absence. Ivan was allowed to use their tools to cut out a slit in the antler for a blade. He had to try a few out first before finding one that fit. It took some time but soon the dagger was shaped and molded. An item like this was usually expected as a marriage gift in general. It was more of a symbolic meaning for a woman to use to protect the house and home. He would leave that part out when presenting it to Alfred. The leg would have a leather base and strap made for the end but that would be for another day. He would still present it to Alfred as a marriage proposal along with the dagger.

Ivan hurried to find Alfred, who was engaged in heavy flirting with a few girls. Ivan had to interrupt them and pull Alfred through the tiny village and up the stone steps. He wanted to take Alfred outside in the woods to present him with his gifts, without the mass of onlookers. Alfred was questioning him of course, but Ivan never revealed his secret. Once they were out of the hideout, Ivan pulled him a few feet away to a cluster of trees. The woods were beginning to darken as the sun set so he had to do this fast.

“Alfred? Remember when I asked you to marry me and you said ‘yes’?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you still wish to marry me?” Alfred smiled at him and could see his reflection in those violet pools.

“Of course I do, Ivan.”

“Then…will you accept this gift as a token of our marriage?” Ivan held out the antler dagger to him and Alfred took it from his hands.

“A marriage gift?” He smiled at Ivan. “You give gifts when asking for one to marry you?” Ivan smiled and nodded.

“Yes. You see, men are usually in competition with each other over a suitable spouse and they try to out due each other with items like this. The man with the most unique gift of strength and power will win the hand of the intended. Usually.”

“So all you give me is a dagger?” Alfred teased him but placed the item in his belt.

“Do you see any males around here asking for you other than me?” Alfred just laughed. “I thought so. But that’s not all! I have another offering for you! A spiritual one!”

“But you don’t believe in that stuff?”

“Let’s pretend I do.” Ivan reached into his quiver and pulled out the stag leg. He had used the quiver to conceal is length. “A stag’s leg, from our hunt earlier. Stags are swift and agile, just like you. Its spirit will aid you in those strengths. This also shows what a strong hunter I am! Good at providing.”

Ivan smiled happily and held out the leg in both hands. Alfred looked at it and he forced himself to smile at the grotesque item. Ivan was so proud of his ‘leg’ and his offering that Alfred couldn’t bear to tell him that it was a little creepy. Alfred held his breath and reached out to take the leg from Ivan’s hands. His lover was giddy with joy as Alfred accepted the gift.

“Well…I accept your offer of marriage, Ivan.”

“I promise to be a good husband to you! And you will be a good husband to me, right?”

“You know I will.” Alfred smile and still couldn’t take his eyes off the leg. The top where Ivan had hacked it off still had caked and dried blood around the fur. He could even see a bit of the bone peeking out. “A stag’s leg…just what I’ve always wanted.”

“I’m glad you like it. If you want, I can help you mount a weight onto the end and you may use it as a club?” Ivan offered with a grin.

“Um…that’s okay. I like it…just the way it is. I’ll wear it on my belt…”

“I will have a leather loop made for it soon, okay?”

“Okay!” Alfred leaned up and kissed him. “I wasn’t expecting these types of gifts along with marriage. So this is the way of your tribe?”

“It is. I’m glad you could experience it. Oh! Look what I am wearing!” Ivan pulled out the talisman. “This is from Arthur. You asked him to give it to me to help keep away the spirits.” Alfred looked at the woven design of earth tone colors.

“It’s pretty! Arthur said you have to believe in it for it to work. Will you do that?”

“I will try, Alfred. Maybe it will work…who knows? But enough of magic and spiritual items.” He quickly wrapped his arms around Alfred’s waist and pulled him close. “We can be married now. I promise that once we get settled in the city we will have a ceremony.” He rest his forehead against Alfred’s and felt the smaller man hug him back.

“It still feels a little weird to be ‘married’ but it doesn’t make me any less happy. I don’t really know what to do or expect.”

“We will discover that out together, don’t worry.” Ivan never took his eyes from Alfred’s. “I’m so fortunate to have found you, Alfred. I wish we had met under better circumstances…and I wish I was able to protect you then.”

“That’s all in the past, Ivan. Lets just try to forget it and move on with our lives. Keep looking forward, not back.”

“Ah, such words of wisdom from my little rabbit. You have already helped me in a number of ways but I fear there are some things I can never, ever forget.”

“I understand. You have the destruction of the village and I have the brutal murder of my father. But let’s try and forget about our lives in slavery. I know time will help heal…and soon we will forget more and more.”

“I hope you are right, Alfred. My Alfie.” He smiled and parted their foreheads so he could see all of Alfred’s face. Their peaceful staring moment was interrupted by a voice calling their names.

“There you are!” They turned to see Arthur stalking up to them. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I’ve got good news!” He smiled.

“Do tell.” Alfred said as he pulled away from Ivan but the two continued holding hands.

“One of my scouts has come back from the city. He says that the guard and soldier count has dropped drastically, which means you two can be on your way to true freedom!”

“Did you hear that, Ivan? We’ll finally be free! Free and SAFE!”

“Yes, but we’re not out of the deep end yet.” Ivan squeezed his hand.

“He’s right. We still need to smuggle you across the road and the border into the city. That’s where our challenge comes in. But I do have a few ideas that have worked in the past. Come inside before all the stag is gone. We will discuss our plans around the fire. We can leave as soon as tomorrow.”

Ivan and Alfred walked hand in hand behind Arthur back to the hideout. After a long journey of fear and struggle it would seem things were finally looking up.

End Chapter 11 TBC
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