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Fallen Embers	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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***Warnings: Language, scary scenes, minor gore, mention of torture, uncomfortable scenes, violence

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 11

The strange gray being before him only stared with those bright yellow eyes as if seeing through to his soul. Alfred could feel the cold surrounding him as the god made their area within the trees turn into a winter wasteland. Beneath his feet the green grass turned frosted, and then became about two inches of snow. Thick snowflakes started to fall around him in a gentle, wintery breeze. Alfred thought about screaming for Ivan, but it was this god that had the man bound in chains as a prisoner. He had promised to be a hero and free Ivan forever from the clutches of this god, yet it felt as if his fears were getting the best of him. The god was tall, towering far above him to where only his head met beneath the ribcage. The hair and mustache were white as snow while the skin was an ashy gray. Robes were long and black, heavily made with wool and covered by furs. Finally, Alfred swallowed hard before speaking.

"Why are you in my dreams? Get out."

Yellow eyes bore in to blue. 'This is far from your dream, Alfred Jones. We are not in your dreams.'

"Then where are we?"

'In another world, but it is far beyond your understanding. Human's cannot, and will not, understand the complex world outside of their own.' He leaned forward to better match Alfred's height. 'This is no place for humans. They cannot enter into his realm.'

Alfred took a step back, his boots crunching under the snow. "But…I AM human."

'You are far from human. For an ancient celestial being to be born a human life is a horrible punishment, but one deserving of the Sun Angels.' Winter took a step closer to Alfred. 'Especially you.'

Alfred took another step back. "Why just me? Is it because my angel self loved Ivan? Is that it?" Alfred narrowed his eyes at the god. "Let Ivan go. He doesn't deserve to be chained and beaten by you!"

'Would you prefer to take his place?' Winter smirked beneath his heavy mustache when he saw the fear in the human's eyes. 'If you love him so, then give your body to me and suffer in his place. That is what your angel self would have done.'

"I'm not that angel anymore. I'm a different person now, but one who is stronger! Much, much stronger! And I swore to save Ivan from your prison, and I will do just that!" He formed a fighting stance. "You won't have either of us! I, Alfred Jones, will not allow it!"

Winter threw his head back with a short laugh. 'You think you have the power to stand up to an ancient god, little boy? Even Ivan with all his strength and ability to kill the celestial cannot lay a hand on me. He is terrified to go against me. What makes you any different?'

"I'M AN AMERICAN!" He charged at Winter head on.

Winter appeared amused at the human's quick attempt to attack him, but was unprepared for a hit to actually strike. The human shoved his elbow roughly into the god's stomach, knocking the ancient form back a few paces. Winter gasped, bent over just slightly at the minimal amount of pain within his belly. 'How could this human touch me?' He thought to himself. 'Even Ivan cannot touch me unless I permit it!' He growled at Alfred, who was giving him a boastful smirk. 'Has he already been with Ivan intimately?' He frowned. 'Foolish mortal!' Winter shouted then, allowing himself to grow even taller to let his cloaked form cast a dark shadow over the trees.

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Ivan heard a strange sound and felt the air around him grow cold. Uncovering his eyes, he looked behind to see the God of Winter's celestial form looming over the trees. Ivan gasped and stood, running towards the trees. "I must protect Alfred! He's found Alfred!"

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Alfred's eyes were frozen in terror at the dark shadow covered the area below. He was too terrified to even more, and couldn't run when the god descended upon him. 'Now I die…' was Alfred's only thought. What happened next was a blur to him.

The God of Winter descended upon the human, prepared to strike and wound the man. However, when he came close enough to attack, a bright light burst from Alfred's form and blocked him. Winter hissed and was thrown back by the force protecting the human. It was a heavenly force laden with ancient, powerful magic. Winter glared at the glowing form. 'Something else besides Ivan is protecting him…but what?'

"ALFRED!"

The sound of his name broke Alfred from the bright trance. "Ivan?" Alfred then looked to the form of Winter standing far away from them. He allowed Ivan to stand in front to defend him.

"Alfred, are you alright?" Ivan whispered.

"I'm fine…but what about him?"

Ivan turned to Winter, readying his axe. "Don't hurt my Alfred. Punish me instead."

Winter stood tall and stared at both of them with his cold yellow eyes. 'Stand against me, and you shall be punished!' With a wave of his hand, the shackles around Ivan's limbs were locked in chains once again. Even though Ivan struggled against the pulling of the chains he was still no match for Winter's strength. He would have to break Alfred through Ivan, and he knew just the way. Ivan deserved the punishment as well.

"LET HIM GO!" Alfred shouted while running after Ivan's form. When the god leapt into the air with the chains, Ivan was pulled up with him just out of reach as Alfred jumped. If only Alfred had caught Ivan's ankles he may have been able to save him. "IVAN!"

"ALFRED! RUN!" Ivan called back to him.

"NO! I WON'T LET YOU GO!"

The beautiful scenery around them melted away into pure darkness, and Ivan was now out of sight. Alfred spun around in all direction, hoping to see or hear something that would indicate where Ivan was. For that matter, where was he now? Winter had said he was not actually in a dream, so how could he be here? Where was his body? Was he sleeping? An echoing moan of pain broke his thoughts and the ache in his heart told him that the sound came from Ivan. Gulping, Alfred began to follow the sound of turmoil and pain, with each step making his heart beat faster. There was no doubt in his mind that those terrifying sounds of agony were coming from Ivan. Alfred wanted to flee, but where would he go? He did not know where he was nor did he want to abandon Ivan. Part of him wanted to run away, but Alfred had promised to be Ivan's hero so there was no backing out now.

'Ivan…where are you?' The further he walked into the darkness the further he seemed to be getting away from Ivan's cries. 'This is getting too confusing. I was never good at games like this.' He thought he heard the sounds closest to his right, so Alfred headed off in that direction. A red light slowly began to grow the closer he walked to the sounds. Its brightness did not affect him in the least when he should be averting his eyes to such light. But upon reaching the red light he could see various shadows and blackened forms scurrying about. The light appeared to be a long tunnel, one that made Alfred's knees start to buckle and tremble. 'I can't go through that! It's too scary!' Ivan's sudden bellow of pain hurt his ears forcing him to cover them. "Ivan! He's being hurt! I have to save him! He saved me so…so…I have to…to do the same!" He took a deep breath. "Be brave…you can do this."

When entering the red tunnel, Alfred's body began to give off the golden glow of his life force. It took a second for Alfred to notice it himself but when he did, he let out an 'uh oh' and ran. He ran through the tunnel, past the scary looking shadows, strange beings, and dark whispers. Wherever he was it was more of a nightmare than a dream. Alfred cried out with a 'yipe' as he stumbled forward and crashed to the red floor. His bootlace had come untied, which was the reason for his fall. Alfred cursed under his breath and started to tie his boot quickly, but his fingers kept getting tangled. He gritted his teeth in frustration at the nimbleness of his fingers. "COME ON ALREADY!"

Alfred's body went rigid when the floor beneath his feet began to vibrate. He slowly lifted his head up to the sound of heavy footfall, its vibration growing stronger and stronger. Whatever it was, it was coming close and right behind him. He knew he shouldn't, but went against his better judgment and looked. Behind him stood a large darkened monster almost as big as the tunnel itself. Alfred felt the color drain from his face and stood up, bootlace forgotten. "This can't be happening…" the monster roared and Alfred screamed madly. "OH MY GOOOOOOD!" He never had run so fast in his life. He could hear the beast behind him snarling and roaring. "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE? HAPPY THOUGHTS! HAPPY THOUGHTS! HAPPY THOUGHTS!" He screamed madly again. "I WANNA GO HOOOOOOOOOME!" Up ahead he could see a dark circle, hoping it was the way out. The vibrations from the monster were still behind him, but it didn't stop him from running. His chest ached as he struggled to breathe while his legs were starting to cramp. If he did not reach the exit in time then he feared his legs would give out. "I WON'T DIE! I WON'T!"

When the exit was in full view, Alfred crouched slightly and gave a mighty leap through the black circle. He eased his landing with a tuck and roll, but didn't stop there. Jumping to his feet, Alfred faced the tunnel where he hoped the monster had stopped. The beast was indeed at the end of the tunnel but did not come towards him. Instead, the beast turned around and disappeared into the red abyss. Alfred's chest was heaving with both exhaustion and terror, but at least now he had a chance to collect himself. He let himself fall back onto the floor, panting and shaking from the horrifying ordeal. There was still no sign of Ivan, nor were there any more sounds of pain. Did he lose him?

"Alfred?" His name was said in a weakened voice but Alfred knew it came from Ivan.

"Ivan?" He stood up and looked around for the source of the voice, hoping that it would be Ivan and 'nothing else'. A short distance to his left he saw Ivan's body sprawled out on the floor, covered in blood and horrible wounded. "IVAN!" Alfred ran over to the fallen man and knelt beside him, trying to hold back the bile that threatened to come up from the sight.

Alfred had never seen such torturous wounds before. It was always a fear of his, to be captured by the enemy and tortured for information. But nothing could have prepared him for this. He stroked the bloodied silver hair as his eyes scanned the profuse slash marks along Ivan's flesh from the back to the legs. The little clothing Ivan wore was practically torn to shreds by this point. The heavy shackles remained on his limbs and neck, yet those were not the worse of it. Along Ivan's arms, hands, and shoulders were open wounds perfectly cut to expose only the top layer of muscles. Alfred didn't want to believe it, but he suspected Ivan had also been flayed and it was a miracle he wasn't swarming with infection. If he even could die. Alfred had no means of caring for him having no first aid kit or bandages. Not that a simple First Aid kit would help the amount of open wounds. All he could do was pull Ivan's head into his lap and offer comfort. He felt the man's arms wrap around his waist to hold him back.

"Are you hurt?" Ivan whispered.

"Why are you asking me that compared to you?" Alfred snapped back. "I'm fine! It's you I'm worried about! What happened to you? Did Winter do this? Why?" Alfred could feel the blood leaking through his shirt and pants. He felt Ivan smile against his belly.

"I'm relieved you aren't hurt…and I never wanted you to be in this part of my dark prison. The God of Winter is trying to frighten you by showing everything monstrous that lives in this world."

'It worked.' Alfred said to himself.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you back there…I never expected him to get as angry as he did. I have never been punished this badly before."

Alfred shook his head. "Don't be sorry, there was nothing you could do. That god guy is a nut job! But why did he hurt you like this? For what reason?"

"I don't know. Whatever you said or did to him in those woods affected him. I had to offer myself to his rage…or he may have…done this to you." Ivan squeezed him tighter. "I couldn't let that happen."

Alfred looked down at the large bleeding mass in his lap and felt the tears well up in his eyes to roll down his cheeks. Ivan still continued to suffer for him, going as far as to accepting torturous punishment. Alfred had realized his body was still glowing with his life aura, and it was then he got an idea. However, he was not the only one noticing the life force. Both men could hear the faint roaring and growling of the monsters from the red tunnel. "They're back!" Alfred whimpered, pulling Ivan as close as possible to his chest.

"S-Stay behind me, Alfred. I'll send them away."

Ivan pushed away from Alfred and struggled to stand. Alfred wanted to help, but Ivan simply ignored him. The wounds from the gashes and flayed skin began to bleed. Alfred could see the muscles working in Ivan's flayed hands as the man pushed himself up. Ivan wobbled as he stood on his feet, hunched over slightly with his knees buckling. The shackles were taking their toll on him as well, forcing him forward more. The monsters continued to ascend upon them, but Ivan just stared at their darkened forms. Alfred knelt behind Ivan, remembering the large beast that chased him through the tunnel. But to his surprise, Ivan's stance and stare seemed to frighten the monsters. Their bodies slumped low to the ground, whimpering and whining as they disappeared back into the red tunnel. Once they were gone, Ivan fell to his knees, and then backwards.

Alfred caught him in his arms, carefully cradling him in an upright position. "Ivan? Oh Ivan…you're bleeding again!" Purple eyes gave him a weak, yet amused look.

"I don't care. So long as you are safe."

"Ivan…if you can…I want you to…to take some of my life force for yourself. I think it can heal you." Ivan looked up at him. "Really, I think it will. Just take some. I'll offer it to you." He smiled at the bloodied face in his arms.

"I will take your offer…but I will need to kiss you for it to work."

Alfred chuckled lightly and wiped the blood from Ivan's cracked lips before placing his own against them. He could feel Ivan kissing the life force from him and unlike when the Shadow Angel did it there was no pain. Alfred felt himself growing weak but continued to let Ivan take what he needed. Finally, Ivan pulled his lips away and Alfred opened his eyes. Most of the blood was gone from Ivan's body and his wounds were healed to pink scars. He looked up at Alfred with the brightest, most genuine smile.

"Thank you, my love. I know that was a lot to give up." Ivan moved to stand on his knees so he could properly hug Alfred now.

"I wanted to do it and I'm glad you're better…but I'm really weak. I just want to sleep."

Ivan pulled away. "You can't sleep here, not now. Not in this dark place, for someone as warm and kind as you does not belong here." Ivan helped him up. "We must go back through the tunnel."

"Ah! The tunnel?" Alfred whined. "Isn't there another way we can go?"

Ivan shook his head, and motioned for Alfred to get on his back. "I will carry you through. The monsters will not harm me as they would you. Just hide your face in my shoulder, and I will see you safely through."

Alfred accepted the offer, climbing onto Ivan's broad back and wrapping his limbs tightly around. He buried his face in the crook of Ivan's neck while the man began to move. The moaning and growling sounds of the monsters drew closer but Alfred knew he was safe with Ivan. He still kept his face covered though. The walk seemed much longer now that he wasn't running for his life. But just as he was starting to fall asleep, the sounds disappeared and Ivan was speaking to him.

"We are safe now, Alfred." Ivan helped the man down.

"Are you okay? They didn't bite or try to eat you?" Alfred asked.

"No, they all fear me." Ivan grinned. "I have to thank you again for saving me. You giving up your life force to save me…" His features grew softer, "Is more than I could ask for."

Alfred smiled. "It's all good, bro. I wanted to do it." Before anything else could be said, the distant but echoing sound of Alfred's name drifted through the air. "That's my name."

"I bet it's time for you to wake up." Ivan kissed his cheek. "I'll be right there when you wake up." The voices grew closer. "Lie down and close your eyes."

Alfred did just that, and before he knew it, the voices calling his name became clearer; and he opened his eyes.

"Thank God, he's back!" Alfred looked up and all around, finding himself in the hospital ward with a nurse, a doctor, and two soldiers standing above him.

"Did I…go somewhere?" Alfred asked, finding that his throat was dry and a bit hoarse.

"Dude, you've been out of it for like a day and a half!" said one of the soldiers.

"I have?" 'Wow, that long? So Winter was right, I don't go into my dreams.'

The doctor checked Alfred's eyes, lifting up his eyelids. "Your comrades were worried about you. Apparently, you missed breakfast and morning drills, so they came to wake you up."

The second soldier spoke next. "Yeah, and we were scared, bro! We thought you were, like, dead or something! It was weird!"

"You slipped into a very minor coma," stated the doctor. "I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for a day or so for monitoring. Should this happen again, then we will need to go for more testing and have you sent home."

"Home?" Alfred felt excited for a second after hearing that he could go home, but then frowned. Going home meant leaving Ivan, and he just couldn't do that. But he couldn't tell the doctor that he actually goes off into another dimension filled with old gods and monsters. They'll put him in the loony bin for sure, to be forever looked at through that little window. On the other hand, if he didn't go in and out of his body as he did, then he can't spend time with Ivan. Maybe he had stayed a little too long. He would have to ask Ivan about it. Where was Ivan?

"Yes, home. If this happens again," said the doctor, "Now just rest. I'll have some books brought in for you."

"Can't I just go and rest up in my room?" Alfred asked. "I feel fine."

"No, it's best that you stay here." The doctor removed his I.V. "You must be hungry. We'll bring you some food soon."

"Take care, Jones," said one of the soldiers. "We'll see ya later!"

"Yeah, thanks for your help." Alfred smiled and waved at them. The nurse fluffed his pillows and the doctor put in an order for his food. Once he was alone, the only one in the ward, he looked around for Ivan. "Ivan?" He whispered. "Ivan, are you here?"

'Right here, Alfred.' Ivan slowly appeared at the edge of the bed. 'They took good care of you.'

"Yes, but what are we going to do now?" Alfred asked him. "If I'm asleep that long again they'll send me home for medical reasons! If I go home, then I can't be with you."

'We are aware of this now, so we won't spend too much time in the other dimension. I'm surprised the God of Winter was there at all.'

Alfred settled back onto the pillows. "He tried to attack me before you came, but something held him back. It's like I was surrounded by an invisible force field that kept him from striking me. I was glowing, but it wasn't the same as my life force."

Ivan stroked his chin in thought. 'That is strange.'

"And I hit him too."

That made Ivan smile. 'You can do that because you are a celestial being like him. Some of your angel power must show up whenever an older god is near. Maybe you can start attacking the Shadow Angels as they come.'

"Can I? That means I could help you now!"

Ivan laughed happily and clapped his hands. 'Yes, you can! We'll make an unstoppable team!' His happiness quickly died when he felt a strange wave of power from somewhere near by. The source was much like that of the Shadow Angels, which led him to wonder if many of them were nearby. 'Alfred, remain here. Something strange is going on and I have to see what it is.'

"Is it bad?"

'I'm certain it is. I'll be back, and I'll be careful.'

"Okay. I'll be here."

Ivan left the base and flew off to where the power source was the strongest. He flew high into the air in case the shadows were crawling along the ground. As the feeling grew stronger Ivan carefully descended into the woods, traveling silently through the treetops. Whatever was going on, Ivan knew there were many of them present. He wasn't wrong. Upon reaching a darkened clearing, Ivan spotted a mass of Shadow Angels all congregating together in one spot. Their torn and blackened wings looked like a wave of blades as they crawled over or around each other. Ivan continued to watch them from his hiding place, surprised at how they have not sensed or noticed him. 'Such beautiful beings you used to be. Beautiful; but vicious. My Light is the most beautiful angel of all. The rest of you are just dead shadows to me.' He spoke to himself.

He had to find out why they were here, but not one of the shadows were talking. Ivan remained in the same spot, waiting for something to happen. He knew that they were planning something, and it was his job to find out what. Suddenly, the orgy of crawling shadows broke apart into single forms, all on their bellies facing one Shadow Angel. When the shadow began to speak, Ivan could not understand the ancient language. It took him a few moments to remember his old language, and once he did, he listened carefully.

'We no longer need our brother's life force to give us solid form! Behold, my brothers! I have found a hidden way in to the lair of the Winter God! A lair that holds hundreds of black crystals! Crystals so tall and clear that one can see what slumbers inside!'

Ivan raised his brow.

'I have found where the icy god keeps the Moon Angels! Our distant relatives!'

Ivan's eyes widened. 'Moon Angels? There's no such thing.'

'Brother, you jest! The Moon Dwellers disappeared long ago!' said one Shadow. 'They are inadequate compared to us.'

'Yes, but the God of Winter has them all captive in his dark lair! Frozen forever in slumber, their bodies are whole and full of life! Obtaining their power would be easier than trying to get it from our little brother, the most beloved angel. When we resurrect our Father, he would be angry to know we sucked the life out of his favorite child. He would punish all of us.'

Ivan could not make sense of their words. Light's Father was the one who slaughtered him, forcing his 'favorite' angel to suffer life after life.

'Our brother speaks true!' stated another Shadow. 'We must find our way into the lower layer of this world to the dwelling of the Winter God! We need to obtain those Moon Angels! But sneaking past the God of Winter will be no easy task. Who is willing to go further into the dark layer with our brother?'

None of the shadows answered. Then, the main speaker called them all over into another giant black ball of shadows. Ivan could hear them all talking, but was unable to make out any words. These shadows knew more than he thought; secrets about the God of Winter and the 'Moon Angels'. He would have to find out more and soon. When the shadows broke away, Ivan noticed them starting to crawl away back to wherever it was they lived. He spotted one in particular wandering mostly by itself, so Ivan stalked it. Ivan waited until many of the Shadow Angels were gone and just that one remained. Grinning manically, Ivan licked his lips and readied his axe. He would have to move fast. With a quick leap into the air, Ivan ambushed the shadow with an axe blade to its elbow joint. His hand clasped over the angel's mouth when it tried to scream in pain. Ivan wrestled with it until he had the wretched creature on its back. Using the antler part of his axe, Ivan pressed it down against the shadow's throat, choking it. 'Tell me about the Moon Angels! Tell me what you know!'

'Let me go!' hissed the shadow.

'Tell me what I want to know first!' When the shadow didn't answer, Ivan was forced to resort to torture methods. With a crooked smirk, he forced his fingers up and behind the shadow's eyelids, ripping out the red eyeball. The shadow tried to wail but Ivan's bloodied hand muffled it. 'Tell me, or you will lose the other! What about the Moon Angels? What did your brother tell you in that big circle? Tell me!' He landed a hard punch into the angel's gut.

'Okay!' gasped the shadow through its pain. 'Okay, I'll tell you! The Moon Angels were weak and small next to the sun. The Winter God took them all for his own pleasure! Only one Moon Dweller escaped…one born to a human mother!'

'Who is this Moon Angel? Or Dweller? How did it happen?' When the shadow didn't answer, Ivan snapped its left wing in half and muffled the cries.

'We don't know! Brother thinks the baby's spirit was transferred to the human through a star beam or something else! It is unknown to us! But that Moon Angel is still on earth…somewhere…' one red eye widened 'you!'

Ivan, even with his angry look, became confused.

'IT'S YOU! YOU! THE STATUE THAT CAN NEVER BE DESTROYED! IT'S YOU! Father knows! This is why…you still live…'

Ivan let out a mighty roar and in his anger he brought the axe down multiple times, chopping the shadow into pieces. The spot around them was littered with red snow and bits of shadow. Ivan let out a series of heavy pants, his mind and emotions spinning like a windstorm. He left the bloody scene immediately, dashing through the now night sky to be with Alfred at the base. Was what the Shadow Angel said true? Ivan found it very hard to believe that he was anything but a human. Still, many aspects of his life, strength, and power were starting to make more sense to him now. 'A Moon Angel? Or rather, a 'Moon Dweller', as those shadows had said.' Ivan frowned. 'I am still being looked down upon even as an 'angel', or whatever else it is that I am.'

When he returned to the base and made his way to the hospital ward, he found Alfred sound asleep on the bed. Ivan smiled sweetly and chose to lie down beside him. 'Just when I think I have one thing figured out…it only leads to another tangled web of mystery. Oh Alfred…to think that if I were a type of angel…then we could be together for all eternity.' But the echoing words of the God of Winter repeated in his mind: 'He is not the same Light'. 'Alfred…will you want what I want? To be together for all eternity? Or do you wish to live the life of a mortal…and we'll simply die together?' Ivan gave a little sigh. 'I will do whatever it is you wish of me, my love.' He felt Alfred start to move around on the bed, and quickly checked to see if anyone was around.

"Mmm…Ivan? Is that you?" Alfred blinked his eyes opened.

'Yes Alfred, it's me. I've returned.' He smiled. 'You can sense me now.'

Alfred stretched. "Yeah, I guess so." He yawned. "So what was wrong? What did you see?"

Ivan sat up. 'An awful lot. I've learned some…very interesting things that I need to seek out for myself. There are a lot of questions that I need answered.'

"Like what?"

'I can't even explain it to you, Alfred. But remember when you mentioned that I might be more than just a human?' Alfred nodded. 'Well, I think you may be right. You are a Sun Angel…but…I'm a 'Moon Angel'.'

Alfred blinked. "A 'Moon Angel'? I'm guessing those are like…me? But just…the moon?"

'That's what I would think.' Ivan responded. 'The Shadow Angels said that the God of Winter has all of the Moon Angels encased in crystals in an endless sleep. I am the only one left. As far as I know. I was born of a human mother.'

"So that means you have both human AND angel blood in you!" Alfred grinned. "That's like…like, the BEST! You have the best of both worlds! I'm so happy for you, Ivan!"

Ivan gave him a sad smile. 'But the only thing I want in this world is you, Alfred. I don't care what I am…so long as I am with you.'

"But don't you want to find out who you really are?"

'Of course, but you are more important.' Ivan nuzzled him as best he could. 'I love you, Alfred Jones.'

"You know…while you were gone…and me being afraid to sleep…I got to do some thinking." He blushed softly. "You do…so much for me and say nice things. You kind of…remind me of my papa, and how he speaks to my dad. My dad doesn't seem to like it, but I know deep down he does. So…I was wondering if…if we could…um…'you know.'"

Ivan cocked his head to the side.

Alfred flushed more. "What I mean is…is…um…c-could we…we…try…um…try-try-try…to um…um…" he couldn't get the words out.

Ivan just stared at him with a curious look.

"I want to try having sex!" Alfred whispered harshly, turning a new shade of red. He gripped the sheets under his fists. He really had done a lot of thinking while Ivan was away. Remembering how the man suffered extreme torturous pain for him as well as the ancient relations between them. There was no point in remaining a 'man' virgin all his life. One thing Alfred figured was that it would not be his REAL body, but rather his 'spirit' or 'soul' in another dimension. Therefore, he would still be a virgin in real life, which in turn would prolong his REAL decision to fully make love to Ivan. If he wanted to do it, that is. Tricking Ivan was cruel, but it was what was best for HIM. Alfred had to think of himself first. There was too much at stake.

'Sex? You mean, as in, making love? Mating?' Ivan's eyes lit up.

"Y-Yes. That. I want to TRY! Got that? TRY! If I get too uncomfortable we stop, okay? And we can't try it until AFTER I'm out of the hospital ward!"

Ivan laughed. 'We shouldn't wait long. Those Shadow Angels are planning something, and I need to be able to get one step ahead of them. Or all hell breaks loose.'

"Which would you rather have? Me, or the Shadow Angels?" Alfred puffed his cheeks.

'You, of course.' Ivan grinned. 'Get better FAST, Alfred F. Jones. For I promise to send you to the stars and back. I will hold you in my arms and kiss every inch of your body. I will leave no part of you untouched or licked. I will take my time preparing you ever so sweetly so that our coupling will be the best. I promise to make you feel better than good! It is an honor, my love, to have your innocence in this form.' Ivan loomed above him. 'Please tell me you speak the truth?'

Alfred took a deep breath, held his breath, and then let it out. "I do speak truth." He smiled sweetly.

And he meant it.

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