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This Image of You	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So here is Part 2 of This Image of You. Be warned there is demonic/supernatural rape in this chapter at the end. If this theme bothers you, please feel free to pass it. I won't be offended.

I hope you continue to enjoy this fic! Reviews are greatly appreciated and always welcomed! 3

***Warnings: Language, humor, demonic rape

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Any names or references belong to their owners and/or creators. I am making NO MONEY off of this fic. It is purely for fun and for entertainment purposes. I do not own ANYTHING! Chapter title belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber's song 'Phantom of the Opera'.

Part 2 Chapter 1: And Do I Dream Again

"Is everything prepared?" Ludwig asked Arthur, who was busy packing some square satchel bags with items.

"I'm fairly certain it is, your highness." He answered with a bit of annoyance in his voice. "I have checked the list four times. We have everything for them."

"Check it twice more for good measure." Ludwig stated firmly and took a seat on the wood carved bench. "Where are they? They should have been here by now."

"They are preparing themselves for a very long and dangerous journey. And Ivan isn't exactly the easiest person to fit. He may have to make due with some tight chainmail." Ludwig didn't seem worried or concerned.

"He'll lose some of that extra belly while adventuring."

"Not with the thousand pounds of dried meat you're sending with them." Arthur rolled his eyes and Ludwig snorted.

"Gilbert needs to eat frequently or his body grows weak and tired. I have Gilbert's booklet of care for Ivan to read over while traveling."

"Are you serious?"

Arthur almost couldn't believe it until the man pulled out a small handmade booklet tied with some twine for a spine. Arthur frowned and walked over to snatch it from him. Ludwig did not protest to the booklet being read by the other. Opening the first page, Arthur saw the quick list of foods that were most benefiting to Gilbert's diet. The second page had warning signs of exhaustion. The third had various little notes about Gilbert's personality and cognitive logic. As if Ludwig fully knew the mental functioning of his brother's mind.

"Ludwig, this is a bit extreme." The king narrowed his blue eyes at him. "Gilbert is not a child nor is he an animal to be looked over."

"If my brother is to be traveling with Ivan for a lengthy period of time then I want him to be aware of all these things." Arthur just shook his head in disbelief and went back to packing the traveling bags.

Down in the armory, Ivan and Gilbert were preparing themselves for the journey. They were able to find a chainmail vest that fit Ivan well enough to do its job effectively. He had to wear an undershirt beneath it and a heavy woolen one over it for extra warmth. The leather fur and hide boots were still slightly tight but would most likely stretch as time went on. For weapons, he has chosen a heavy club he could wear on his belt and a morning star for his back holster. In his boot he sheathed a dagger.

He was looking forward to wearing the heavy fur cloaks and riding in a sleigh. Yes, they would be using a sleigh for the duration of their journey across the vast fields of snow. Once they were out of this realm the rest of the areas on the map were just frozen woods and fields. They would have to continue on foot from then on after stopping off in a little town. And Ivan was looking forward to the adventure.

Gilbert was just as excited as Ivan was for the journey. It would be a great to finally get away from the same area and experience a new world. Unlike the usual attire of his life, he was able to wear something other than a robe of some type. He was in his usual full battle gear but had on his breastplate, arm, and shin guards. On his belt he held his whip and a sword. On his back he slung his quiver and his bow over his shoulder. He preferred long-range weapons for major attacks and battles but always had a short range one at his side. Traveling with Ivan will help bring them closer together, he was sure of it. They wouldn't have to worry about Ludwig bursting in on them.

"Look at how strong my little snow bunny looks!" Ivan said and came up behind him to give a hug.

"Damn straight! This journey will be a piece of cake! Why, with me watching your back we'll have all those things collected before you can say 'snow bunny'!" Ivan chuckled.

"We should get back to Arthur's chambers. He'll want to brief us further on the mission."

"Right, let's go." The two traveled to Arthur's chambers where the sorcerer was still working.

"Ah, you're just in time." Arthur said and buckled the last satchel. "I just finished packing all of your necessities. Now pay attention." He ushered them over to the table. "This first bag here holds ALL of your potions, herbal remedies, medical supplies, and salves. I labeled each one specifically so you shouldn't have any trouble reading them. The second one holds all the dried meat, canteen, crackers, and nuts. This supply should sustain you until you reach the first village."

"And how long will it take us to reach it?" Gilbert asked, pushing him aside to glance at the map.

"A day and a half, just about. The blue marks are where the towns are. Now if you follow the map correctly, I calculated your route and planned it perfectly. If you stay the path I drew up for you then you should have little trouble traveling. It's the battles that will prove to be the most dangerous. And your first will be the white hawk." Arthur handed Ivan the scroll with some facts about the white hawk on it. "This is for the diamond." He shoved it in Ivan's arms. "And this is for the Coral Centipede. THAT will be your most brutal battle."

"I never cared for bugs." Gilbert said with a roll of his eyes and took the scroll to look at the centipede's stats. "Sixteen feet high?"

"That's if it stood straight up. When it rears it reaches about twelve feet."

"Oh good." Gilbert said with a bit of a sneer and then lifted his foot and gazed at the bottom of his boot. "We may need a bigger shoe." Ivan laughed happily at the little joke and Gilbert joined it, except for Arthur.

"Or a massive fly swatter!" Ivan answered but Arthur still was not amused.

"It's incredibly fast with deadly poison in its mandibles. One bite and you're dead. No chance of survival. It's back is like armor so you can't penetrate it. You'll have to strike for the underbelly. Now the white hawk shouldn't be much of an issue, other than you need to have sharp eyes and good aim." Gilbert smirked proudly and pounded his chest.

"I'll have that bird dead with one good shot! Then it's roasted and toasted goodness!"

"Bye bye birdie!" Ivan laughed again.

"And the diamond will be in the grotto somewhere along the walls. In the back of your sleigh you should have four torches for that mission. I placed a smell upon them that will keep your fire burning twice as long."

"So what else of your awesome talents do you have to aid in our journey?" Gilbert asked with a smirk and Arthur glared at him.

"Oh, so NOW my magic is 'awesome' and not 'lame'." Gilbert kissed his cheek. "Ugh, don't do that again. There's no spell that can repel Gilbert spit."

"Hey!" Gilbert puffed his cheeks.

"But if you must know, Ludwig had me working like a dog to make this as easy as possible for both of you. There are even little pouches of lighting powder that will spring any campfire to life instantly." He grumbled as he unbuckled the satchel. "Here you have protection rods that you can put around your tent shelter to keep you safe from magic users and demons. These are smoke bombs for a quick retreat. These tiny vials hold some poison that Gilbert can dip his arrows in for a kill. Preferably on something very large and dangerous you may meet on your way, like a bear or a moose."

"Gotta watch those moose. They're brutal." Ivan chuckled.

"So I shouldn't use these for hunting?" Gilbert asked.

"No, simply rely on your skill for hunting. These are for desperate times. Oh, and you must not forget this." He handed the Gilbert Guidebook to Ivan. Ivan looked at it curiously and blinked.

"What is this?"

"A guide on how to be as awesome as me!"

"Hardly. Your brother wrote that for Ivan. It has all your cares on it so Ivan can properly take care of you."

"Pfft." Gilbert crossed his arms. "Speaking of which…I should go and say goodbye to him."

"Want me to come with you?" Ivan asked.

"No. Best if I go alone."

"He's waiting in you room, too." Arthur pointed out. "I'll stay here and explain more things to Ivan. Your brother is really concerned."

Gilbert nodded and waved to them as he left the room. It was a long walk to the church but when he arrived the other clerics appeared nervous. One rushed up to him and alerted to the fact of Ludwig waiting for him in his room. Gilbert just laughed and assured them that everything was fine with himself and his brother. He thumped up the stone steps and wove down the halls to his room, not bothering to knock. There was no reason to knock on your own bedroom door.

"Ludwig?" He peeked around the door to see his brother standing over by Gilbird's cage.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up. Having a bit too much 'fun' with Ivan in the armory?" Gilbert rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him.

"Get off your high horse already. You sound like you're jealous."

"Not jealous. Annoyed." Gilbert could read the anger on his face.

"There's nothing to be 'annoyed' about. This is my choice and my decision." Ludwig looked at him.

"It's more the fact that you're running off with someone who is…well, whatever the hell Ivan is, but he's not natural to this world!"

"I'm not natural for this world!" Gilbert countered.

"I fear that I am the only one here who sees things differently! I can say in confidence that you are attracted to and in loved with the IDEA of what that other Gilbert had with Ivan!" Gilbert grit his teeth.

"You are the only one who seems to think that! I came here to say goodbye for a while! I did not come for a fucking lecture!"

"I know! I may as well be barking in the dark since no one around here listens to me! And I'm the king!"

"I'm doing this no matter what you say. Now are you going to stop running your mouth and ACT like a king?"

Ludwig narrowed his eyes at him before looking away. Gilbert studied him for a moment and had an idea that made him chuckle to himself. He held up his hands in front of him and Ludwig turned to see what he was doing. His raised eyebrow silently asked the question 'what are you doing' before realization kicked in. Ludwig slapped his hand to his face and peeked through his fingers, appearing to be in pain.

"Are you serious?"

"There once was a little bunny," He used his index and middle finger to make rabbit years "who liked to hop and hop around all day-"

"Please stop."

"And one day he came across a big mean wolf! 'Ruff ruff ruff grrrrrr' said the wolf!" He made his other hand clap like a mouth. "And the bunny said, 'blop blop blee blop blop blop!'."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Oh come on! You used to LOVE this story as a kid! I didn't even get to the funny part yet!" Ludwig didn't look amused and Gilbert sighed. "I'm just trying to let you know that nothing is really going to change about me. I'll still be the same 'me' no matter what."

"That is only some of my worry. I just don't trust the world right now and Ivan is a product of the calamity in the sky." Gilbert plopped his hand on Ludwig's shoulder.

"Let me worry about that, okay? You have a kingdom to run so let me worry about Ivan and all this crazy stuff. We may even be able to stop it. Who knows? But if you're going to do nothing but worry about me traveling with Ivan then you're neglecting your duties here. Please, have some respect for your big brother." Ludwig looked at him again and let out a sigh. "Promise not to drink so much while I'm gone. You don't need to be worrying about Feliciano either...I won't be here for him to come to my room."

"I will do my very best in that manner…of that I am certain."

"Good." He smirked. "Now come give your brother a great big hug!" Gilbert didn't wait for Ludwig to do it so he did. Ludwig was taller so he surprised him by jumping into his arms and latching onto his neck. Ludwig almost lost his balance but the other was used to these types of brotherly attacks and he grabbed him around the waist. "LATCHED!"

"You're getting heavier each time you do this." Ludwig said with a grunt but the insult wasn't ignored. Gilbert tightened his legs and arms around him tightly. One cut off his air supply and the other squeezed his lower back. "GAHHH! GET OFF!" Ludwig tried to push and shake him off but Gilbert held on tight.

"NEVER! HA! YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT! YOU FIGHT LIKE A GIRL! BIG BROTHERS ALWAYS WIN!"

Ludwig quickly shoved his arms between their bellies and started to push out with his forearms. He knew if he pressed hard enough of Gilbert's abdomen the man would eventually let go. One of them had to break. He continued to push and could feel Gilbert's grip loosening just a bit. His brother was getting harder to hold up due to the chainmail and other heavy objects on him.

"You're like a fungus!" Ludwig sneered at him.

"Just give in and say mer-CY!" Ludwig resorted to wiggling his fingers to tickle the other. He had gotten his fingers under the chainmail vest to the soft wool beneath and released his fury. Gilbert tried to hold in his laugher but soon it burst from his throat and he had to let go, dropping back to his feet. "You are such an ass!" Ludwig cleared his throat and straightened out his clothes.

"Come, we must get to the back gate. It is nearly time for your departure."

"Even though you don't want me to go you are ever so punctual." Ludwig said nothing to that even though it was true. "I have to say 'goodbye' to Gilbird first. I already said so to Ebony." He walked over to the yellow bird cheeping in the cage and opened the door. Cupping it gently in his hands, he cuddled the bird to his cheek. "You be a good boy for Uncle Kiku, you hear? No judging or mock chirping, okay?" Gilbird answered with a few cheeps. "You are my most precious gift given to me by my darling little brother." Gilbert made a mockingly cute face at Ludwig with Gilbird still pressed to his cheek. Ludwig's eyebrow twitched at the two faces looking at him.

"We must be going."

"I want him to see us off!"

Ludwig sighed and followed behind his excited brother. For a person going on a dangerous journey he showed not once ounce of fear or doubt. For a moment, Ludwig wondered if he had really kept Gilbert locked up behind walls too much. One fear that he was hesitant to voice was Gilbert going into shock when he realizes that this is no joke. The man is excited to be doing something different and dangerous without stopping to think about what kinds of danger he may face. Ludwig always analyzed everything first whereas his brother would rush head on into a fight. Gilbert was strong and often times his head on attacks would win. Ludwig was just never comfortable with diving into something just for a rush. How he hoped he would be wrong.

Outside in the back courtyard, the sleigh was prepared and packed up. Ivan had never driven a sleigh before but the fundamentals were easy to figure out. Well, that is what he had hoped. If he didn't learn fast then that would be Gilbert had to be driver…a very deadly combination. Ivan couldn't be sure of this Gilbert's driving abilities yet but if they were anything like the other then perhaps he should bring a helmet. Gilbert behind the wheel of a vehicle was a recipe for disaster. Unlike Gilbert, Ivan didn't have a divers license. Any car he had to drive had to be stolen anyway so he figured waiting in line at the DMV would be useless in that case. And not to mention his arrests and tract record. But since there were no automobiles in this world he may be safe to drive with Gilbert. Almost.

"Gilbert! Slow down!"

"Why should I? We need to make the movie before we miss the previews!" Gilbert decided to take a shortcut through a narrow city street where people spent most of their time walking and playing outside.

"They want you to go slow because of that 'deaf child' sign we just past!"

"Then he shouldn't be playing in the street if he can't hear!"

Ivan just held his breath as they made it through the street and onto a two-lane highway. Gilbert had the attitude that when he was on the road, he was the ONLY person on the road and everyone had to break to him. At least he used the mirrors to help merge but usually ignored the use of a blinker. Ivan would never let go of the door handle throughout their rides together.

"Who the hell did this guy have to blow to get a license?"

Was one of Gilbert's famous lines while driving. He was notorious for giving the bird and shouting out the window. Sharp turns, speeding through yellow lights, never making a complete stop at a stop sign, ignoring yield signs…the list just went on. Yet somehow, they always came out of it alive and unscathed. Ivan always requested that he drive or they take his motorcycle but Gilbert would refuse. That was, of course, when he had Ludwig's car to drive.

'Is it possible to die twice?' Ivan thought to himself with some humor. The idea made him chuckle.

"Hey Ivan! Ready to go?" Gilbert slapped him on the back.

"Yes! I'm ready to set things right!" 'And save the soul of my beloved Gilbert.' He added.

"In we go!"

Gilbert got into the seat first and wrapped his fur cloak around his body, his gloved hands gripping the reigns. Ivan wrapped his scarf tighter around his nose before climbing in beside him. He put Gilbert's hood up as well as his own. Leave it to Gilbert to choose to wear his white wolf cloak for an adventure. He looked too beautiful to be going on a journey and how Ivan wished he had his cell phone with him to take a picture. He'd set it as his background wallpaper. His fur was a bear pelt, strong, brown, and heavy. And despite the cold he was already feeling a bit warm.

"Do you have the maps?" Arthur asked.

"Yup! Safe and sound right here!" Gilbert pats the belt pouch containing the maps. "We're all set!"

"Good luck you guys!" Feliciano said happily. "We'll hold the fort here while you're gone!"

"Take care of yourselves." Kiku said with a little wave.

Alfred was next to him but did nothing more than just wave. Gilbert pretended to be rubbing his eye but he used his middle finger to do it. Alfred gave a little hiss in his direction. Kiku moved away from him and went to speak with Gilbert for a moment, giving him a small pouch of herbal teas. While that was happening, Ludwig went up to the sleigh and pulled Ivan down by his scarf. Their noses almost touched and Ivan just blinked his purple eyes at him with a 'hm?'

"Make sure you follow that booklet carefully." Ludwig warned Ivan. "Should only you come back and Gilbert is not with you, then I promise you that your body will be swinging from the gallows, but not before you were wrapped in heavy chains for a couple of days."

"My, my, we are a violent one. I thought for sure I'd be burned."

"That can be arranged as well."

"How about all three? Then everyone wins!" Ivan said with a grin and Ludwig shoved him away in disgust. "Despite our differences, I would never come back without your brother beside me, only with me."

"Then you are a coward to run away."

"Ah, far from it. If something deadly were to befall Gilbert then I would be dead too. I refuse to lose him to death twice."

Ludwig gazed at him for a moment before backing up to join the others. He was still holding Gilbird in his hands and figured he must have looked ridiculous while trying to threaten Ivan with a tiny bird in his clutches. Kiku moved from Gilbert to join the others in a final farewell to their friends.

"Bye everyone!" Gilbert shouted. "I promise to be back soon with a massive pile of awesome shit that can save the world!"

"Road trip!" Ivan laughed and clapped his hands.

"HAVE A SAFE TRIP! COME BACK SOON!" Feliciano shouted merrily. "AND GOOD LUCK!"

"HE-YAH!" Gilbert snapped the reigns to signal for the pair of horses to ride off.

Ivan almost got a whiplash from the sudden jerking motion of the horse drawn sleigh. The sleigh glided along the snow smoothly and swiftly through the open valley. The horses pulling were large and strong, reminding him of Clydesdales but with longer legs. These horses were bred differently here. Gilbert wanted to name them Hairy and Terry but Ivan thought of a different pair of names for them.

"How about Laurel and Hardy!"

"Why those names? Those suck, Ivan." Ivan just smiled at him.

"Well, there is a reason why I chose those two names. You see, back in my world, sometimes other Gilbert and I would do some pretty crazy things and get into trouble. It was mostly other Gilbert getting us into the trouble but we were like the comedy duo! We referred to ourselves as Laurel and Hardy sometimes."

Ivan had twisted that story around a bit. He was always jealous of the 'team' name Gilbert and Alfred had together. It was really Alfred in his place since Ivan was less likely to purposefully get into mischief. But this Gilbert didn't know that so there was no shame in borrowing it. His Ludwig and Feliciano were already coined Abbot and Costello. Ivan never liked the team name THEY had together. Gilbert always thought it was funny.

"Somehow I don't believe that." Gilbert glanced away from the snowy road. "How can I know that EVERYTHING you say about the other world is true? Arthur told me a little while ago that you can easily flip stories to make yourself seem greater." Ivan gasped softly. "Now don't get upset. I know you speak true when you talk about the other Gilbert and how much you love him. But about the other stuff…I'm not sure how to take." He smirked and Ivan grumbled. "And those two names are pretty lame and I wouldn't choose them for an awesome duo like us! That sounds like something on your level." Ivan slumped in the seat, defeated.

"Well…that wasn't really our team name. You found it out." Gilbert threw his head back and laughed. "Your brother liked to call us dunderheads when we were together."

"But that wasn't our team name, right? I would have to punch other Ludwig in the mouth if that was the case."

"No…that wasn't it either."

"Then what was it! Come on, tell me!"

"You wouldn't even get it!"

"Doesn't matter! Let me hear it! It obviously makes you uncomfortable and I like that!"

'Same Gilbert.' Ivan said with a pout. "Ugh…Shaq and Kobe."

"Awesome. We're keeping that! I like the sounds of it."

Ivan slapped his hand to face while Gilbert just laughed and bounced in his seat. Gilbert and Alfred would watch sports all the time when they were together. Occasionally Ivan would request a hockey game or a ballet (due to his basic cable, he was limited to television) but it would be shot done. Ivan loved going to Gilbert's college soccer games but dreaded being drug to Alfred's basketball games. It was more arousing to watch Gilbert's soccer uniform cling to his sweaty body. The notable image made his body feel even hotter and he let his hand reach over to rub Gilbert's thigh.

"Later when we set up camp, horn dog." Gilbert slapped his hand away.

"I've never had sex in a tent before!"

"First time for everything!" Gilbert winked at him and Ivan wiggled happily in his seat.

Far above the valley on a down stood the Soul Chaser, watching their sleigh glide along the field. He swung his pendulum side to side before him, humming a tune. Inside his belly and chest he could feel the spirit called Gilbert writhing in ecstasy, his pain replaced with pleasure. If this 'Ivan' thought he could save Gilbert's soul then he was sorely mistaken. The man belonged in the abyss of the dead with his lover. But this battle with Ivan Braginski would be unlike any other he had faced within all his eons of existence. It was something he had always looked forward to. It would prove to be the most excitement the chaser had experienced since the dawn of time.

'So many options await you…but which will you choose? If you are the man I think you are, then you will choose absolute power over something so meaningless as 'love'. Once you see the pleasure and tranquility your lover is experiencing you will give in easily. Oh so easily. But how to approach it?' He tapped the chin of his helmet. 'Shall I toy with your mind and make you go slowly insane? Or should I simply bash your brains in and take your soul that way? I could slice your mirror lover into pieces with my fun toy here.' He swung the large weapon in a circle. 'Hm…such brutality.' He easily floated along the sky in time with the sleight, following them.

'Don't hurt him…' Came a soft voice from within his belly. The chaser paused and pats his stomach through the ribbed armor.

'Silence now, little one. Keep speaking your mind and I will have to replace your pleasure with your pain tenfold.' Gilbert's spirit said nothing. 'That's better. Consider my gift to you a blessing. If the pleasure starts to become too much for you to handle then I will gladly give you back your pain. Speaking of which, where is my thank you? I am suffering your pain for you.'

'Thank you…but…but please don't hurt Ivan! And don't hurt his Gilbert either! I'll do anything you ask!'

'Hmph.' He chuckled. 'You're in no position to bargain and I don't make deals. Worse than that, I despise noble intentions and the moral sense of your kind. Soon I will make my physical appearance before them little by little and then we'll see where things go from there.'

"It's starting to get dark. I think we should park the horses and set up camp." Gilbert suggested, turning the sleigh to the left towards the forest. This part of the forest was not on their route but it would shield them from sight while they slept.

"I have to admit that I have never camped before so I will be relying on you to show me how." Ivan smiled.

"You'll catch on quick, don't worry."

They rode a few yards along the trees until they spotted a wide enough area of flat ground to move the sleight. They rode in as far as they could go before more trees were met before them. Gilbert pets the horses and tied their reigns to a tree, ordering Ivan to start unpacking the necessary items. Ivan took the tent roll out first and moved it to the proper spot. Gilbert joined in with the unpacking and soon they had started to set up camp.

Gilbert let Ivan gather some firewood while he set up the tent. He figured Ivan had no clue on how to set one up so gathering wood would be easy enough for him. He took the bedrolls and set them up inside, smirking at how close together they would be. The tent was small and left little room to do much more than lay down. He looked behind him and saw that Ivan had gotten the fire going already. Gilbert was going to joke about something when he noticed the solemn look on Ivan's face. He figured the man was thinking about the journey and saving other Gilbert's soul, which was making him depressed. Gilbert stood and went over to him.

"Nice fire!"

"Hm? Oh, yes. I am familiar with making fires like this one." 'Sometimes in trash cans.'

He added on for himself. It made him think back to that night in Ludwig's backyard during an autumn get together, one of the very FEW times he was invited. Gilbert had sat next to him on the bench around the bonfire and they shared Ivan's scarf. Gilbert snuggled tightly next to him and purred. It was a peaceful night on that autumn evening.

"Hungry? I have the dried meat."

Ivan just looked up from his crouching position and nodded. Gilbert handed him their portion and quickly walked away to drag over a fallen branch for them to sit on. Ivan smiled and sat on the cold wood, patting the spot beside him. Gilbert smiled and just like that night, started to snuggle into him. They wrapped themselves up tight with their hoods and furs, letting their hands come out from the top to eat the meat. As the evening went on, the night grew colder and colder still.

"One of us should take watch." Gilbert suggested. "We are still close to the city and there are poachers, hunters, and thieves that stalk these woods."

"I will take the first watch. I'm not very sleepy at the moment." Gilbert nodded and yawned.

"I sure am." He stood up from the log but bent down to kiss Ivan's cheek. "Call me if you need anything. Once you are tired just wake me up and I'll take watch." Ivan nodded and watched as Gilbert set up the barrier sticks that Arthur had given them. The tent was encircled with a soft orange hue that they could easily pass through.

"Goodnight, Gilbert. Sleep well."

"Oh, and if you're feeling…frisky," He winked "Don't hesitate to wake me up for that either."

Ivan smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Earlier in the day he was strongly considering it but now his arousal had dwindled. It was mostly due to the fact that he started to wonder about Gilbert's spirit. Where was he now? Was he still hurting? Was he still lost? He knew the answer to all those questions but he couldn't stop himself from asking them. Ivan felt that camping right now was wasting precious time. It was necessary but he didn't like the waiting. He just wanted to complete these tasks and regain Gilbert's soul as quickly as possible.

But with a heavy sigh, he got himself together and chose to climb up a tree. He sat on one of the low branches to get a higher view of the area around them. He took out his dagger and broke off a smaller branch to carve it. Ivan had no clue how to carve it into anything specific so he set to making the edge sharp. Keeping watch was something he was skilled at for he had to do it often enough while he was in his gang. He was keen on scents, sounds, and movements but didn't see the floating orb that made its way into the tent.

Gilbert had fallen fast asleep, curled up within his furs and bedroll. Like most warriors, he tended to be a light sleeper when he was camping out. The tent began to grow warm and the change of temperature stirred him from his sleep. He felt a hand slipping beneath his bedroll to weasel between his thighs. He gave a little moan of pleasure and smiled, rolling over onto his back to spread his legs wider. But there was something off about the hand currently stroking him. It wasn't a gloved hand but an armor clad one. His eyes shot open and he lifted his head to look into the glowing eyes of a 'something'.

He was unable to scream or move, the purple glowing eyes freezing him into place. His eyes were able to move, taking in the sight before him. Gilbert had never seen something so fearful and peculiar before. He had faced many monsters and demons but this 'thing' in front of the likes he had never seen. The armor was purely made from bones. Bones that could be from anything animal, demon, or monster. It was hard to make out the distinctive shapes of the bones due to their black coloring. The thing was heavy and bulky above him, unsure if it was just the armor or the creature inside.

Gilbert could feel his breath quickening as the bedroll was pulled from his body by an unseen source. The tent was still warm so his body was protected from the cold. He desperately looked at the tent wall, praying that Ivan would sense what is happening and come to his rescue. No matter how hard he struggled his body just wouldn't move. The creature above him, for something so brutal looking was being extremely gentle. Gilbert was certain he knew what was coming and the arousal he was feeling was not his own. It must be from whatever magic this thing possesses.

Its armored hand made no movement as Gilbert's pants and boots were removed from him. He could feel himself blushing from the arousal and his own embarrassment at being exposed to someone, or something. What was this thing and what did it want? It couldn't just be here to rape him. His eyes widened as the rest of his clothing had melted away from his body, leaving him naked on the bedroll. The armor hand came up to his face, stroking his cheek. The hand beneath it was undoubtedly human, or something human like. The large body loomed above his and the more he gazed into those eyes the hotter his body grew. Thousands of tingles danced along his body, as if there were bugs crawling all around. His mouth opened to let out a cry but all was silent around him. The creature above him made no sound.

Gilbert could feel the hand now moving down his side, letting the clawed tips of the armor graze his skin. It slipped between his thighs to rub at the soft skin between then, forcing his legs open. Gilbert was uncertain if it was the magic or himself who opened his legs but whatever the reason, his heart leapt into his throat. He felt that same armored hand reach further to press a finger against his entrance. He started to panic, his heart threatening to leap out from his chest at the thought of what was to come. The tip rubbed at his hole before gently pressing its way inside. Gilbert could feel each knuckle of the bone armor as it pressed inside. The feeling was not as unpleasant as he thought it to be but his nerves were far from calm.

Everything began to move in slow motion, as if he had eaten some of the Wellwart mushrooms and was tripping. The boney fingers were stretching his body and all he could do was lull his head around on the ground. Even when the thing's member, or whatever it was, entered him it was agonizingly slow. The gentleness never failed to keep surprising him even as his muscles were painfully stretched to accommodate the foreign invader. His arms and legs were lifted to wrap around the large body, feeling the bones rubbing against his skin when the thrusts started.

Each one was slow just like everything else. His limbs were starting to gain more feeling in them enough where he could move, but very little. His hands gripped the ribs of the armor with each heavy but slow thrust into him. Some of the spiky bits around the armor's bottom were cutting into his thighs. He could feel the rivulets of blood tickling down his skin to drip onto the bedding. The member inside of him seemed to press further and deeper into him but not in the same way as Ivan. This felt more like an inner death and the member was like a sword. He had to do something or he feared he would be killed right here and now.

The only thing he could do was to chant a prayer to the old gods to aid him. He never had to speak for his prayers to be heard. Even though he did not believe in them on a regular basis they were all he had right now. Immediately he started to mouth a prayer to the sky as the slow, pleasurable thrusts continued their gentle assault. He repeated the protection prayer over and over again but the orgasm that was building up inside of him threatened his concentration. Tears trickled from his eyes as the pink orbs rolled back in his head yet he never stopped chanting.

Suddenly, Gilbert could feel something happening in the tips of his fingers. His eyes rolled back to see ten streams of smoke coming from the creature's back. His prayer was working! The thing noticed this power and jerked away from him, pulling its erection from his body. Gilbert saw the thing ejaculate and felt the hot cum cover his lower regions and belly. The strange being knelt above him in the dark but made no move to attack.

"Who are you?" Gilbert found his voice yet couldn't call for Ivan. "What are you?"

'I may be a ghost. Or an angel…or a demon. All depends on how you see me.'

"D-Don't play games with me! What is it that you want?"

'I want a lot of things. But the thing I desire most is right outside this tent.'

"Ivan?" Gilbert gasped softly.

'Yessssss…Ivan.' A long tongue came out from the helmet to lick at the fangs on the ends. 'I want his soul. He has cheated death and I will see his soul returned to its proper place. Within my belly I carry the lost soul of the one he desires to save.'

"You mean the other Gilbert…" Gilbert's eyes widened in fear and disbelief.

'He is happy where he is right now. Within me is his home and soon Ivan will be joining him.'

"T-Then why do what you just did to me if you are here for Ivan? What purpose does that serve?" He asked angrily, his eyes welling with fresh tears.

'How can I not have my way with you? You resemble this Gilbert in every way, which drives Ivan to do everything that he does. How foolish, to be so lonely and give up everything just for a smile you're your beloved. It is wasteful.'

"Give us Gilbert's soul…right now!" Gilbert glared at him and grit his teeth. "I demand that you give him to me! NOW!"

'You 'demand'?' The being laughed. 'You are too cute. How can I take you seriously when you are lying on your back with his legs spread and covered in my cum?' He chuckled. 'Although your power was strange to me. It was a surprise. This is something I must look in to. How exciting!' Gilbert looked at the creature again, finding something strangely odd and familiar about it. 'You have not seen the last of me. This is the most fun I've had in a long, long time. I will continue to enjoy taunting you in your dreams and swallowing the sanity of your lover. So long for now…little 'snow bunny'.' With that the creature disappeared and Gilbert was all alone in the tent.

His eyes opened from the dream and he shot up from the bedroll, panting and sweating. He looked down at his body, finding it still clothed and unsoiled. His inner muscles did not hurt and nothing wet lay against his skin. Even the blood from the spikes was non-existent. He covered his mouth with his hand and felt his gut wretch. He scrambled from the bedroll and stumbled outside to vomit. This alerted Ivan, who was still up in the tree, to leap from his post and run to him.

"Gilbert? Gilbert what's wrong?" Gilbert remained bent forward, resting his hands on his knees. His chest heaved as the images from the dream kept accruing in his head. Another wave of nausea came over him and he threw up once more. "Gilbert?"

"I…I'm fine…" He gasped out. "Just had a bad dream. A very, very bad dream!" Gilbert didn't even know if it was real or just that, a dream. It seemed real and extremely strange for the type of dreams he normally had.

"It must have been for you to get sick like that…" Ivan looked at him with concern. "Gilbert? Are you sure you're alright?"

Gilbert refused to answer him as he replayed the memories once again in his head. He remembered the words the creature spoke but couldn't bring himself to tell Ivan. It may have very well been just a dream and knowing how Ivan currently felt, telling him about Gilbert's soul wouldn't be the best choice. Not unless something like this were to happen again. It may have just been a fluke…but WHAT a fluke! It was so real and strange. And would Ivan even believe him if he told about it? Now was not the right time. He had to think this over more when he was calm and rational.

"Yeah, I'm fine. The sickness has passed. But I do NOT want to go back to sleep, so now I'll take watch." Ivan looked at him with worry and concern.

"I can't leave you like this."

"Please, I'll be fine. I'd rather be alone right now anyway. I need to…gather my thoughts and wits, you know? Please let me be?" Ivan looked hurt. "Don't look at me like that." Gilbert forced a smile. "I'm fine, really! I just need some time alone, so go and get some rest. You need it too." Ivan searched his face once more before he nodded.

"Alright, I trust you, Gilbert. If you need anything come and get me right away." Ivan pulled him into a hug. "Right now we are all we have. I don't want to lose you. I want to do whatever I can to support, love, comfort, and protect you."

"I understand, Ivan. Believe me…I know how you really feel. But I do need to be alone."

"If you want to talk about it-"

"I will call for you. Now go rest. We both need our strength and it's my turn at watch. I'll be in shortly, I hope." Ivan pulled away and gave him a kiss on the cheek before crawling into the tent.

Gilbert looked up at the moon and heard an owl hooting nearby. Normally the sounds of nature brought him peace but at this moment everything was different. He felt cold and empty inside but it wasn't from the winter air. He lowered his gaze from the sky and looked to the dark woods all around them.

'Who are you? I swear upon all that I am and on the seals of the gods, I will destroy you.'

End Part 2 Chapter 1
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