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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
- 11
- 12
- 13
***Warning: Hardcore yaoi, language

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

Chapter 12

Alfred was afraid to go to sleep, especially with Ivan grinning at him like that. At the moment he was regretting ever saying he wanted to try having sex with Ivan. He had time to ponder the notion while laying in the hospital bed, and after all the things he had seen, Alfred wondered if there was not more that could be accomplished by their coupling. The sex would certainly make Ivan happy, but Alfred was not so sure how he himself would react to it. As horrible as it was, he tried to picture his father and how HE managed to keep his papa for so long. His father was a prude, but behind closed doors he had to be passionate about sex, or else the men wouldn't have gotten along. His papa was very passionate about sex. If his prudish, boring, and snot-nosed father could handle love making, then so could he. Then, Alfred pictured Matthew, his little brother, blushing and trembling in the shadow of a potential lover. Whether Matthew asked for it or not, Alfred would have to punch the other man's face in.

Yet now was not the time to think about his family. "Okay, Ivan. I'm…going to fall asleep now so whenever you are ready…just…pop in." 'That didn't sound right.' Alfred blushed hotter.

'Don't you fret, my love. I will have everything ready for you and we will share a wondrous evening!' Ivan clasped his hands together and gave Alfred a sweet smile. Ivan was trying to hold himself back from appearing too eager, which would scare his little angel away. He was uncertain if he could control himself once he was in Alfred's naked arms. Ivan remembered how hard it was to hold back when Light was blushing so sweetly beneath him. His Alfred held more masculinity than coy innocence. Whatever would come of their mating, Ivan would welcome and accept it.

"Yeah, I know." Was Alfred's response once he was in bed. "Hey, Ivan? You promise to be gentle with me, right? No funny business or crazy stuff?"

Ivan tilted his head. 'What do you mean?'

Alfred grit his teeth. "What I mean is…this will just be basic, simple sex, right? Nothing fancy or weird. Just…enter me and…do whatever needs to be done." 'I sound like a fruitcake.'

Ivan blinked and then began to laugh happily. 'Alfred, you may not be shy and coy as you were when I first met you, but the way you make me laugh now is unbelievable.' He turned sheepish. 'Laughter was something always lost to me. You've never ceased to deliver it.'

Those words made Alfred smile while he settled down beneath the sheets. "And you are all sorts of laughs, Ivan." He gave a little yawn. "Let's not make this too long, though. I can't afford to be in the hospital ward again for lost time."

'Oh, you have no fear of that.' Ivan responded softly, but flashed a mighty grin.

Alfred found that he had to turn himself away from Ivan if he was going to fall asleep. This night was going to be a massive change for him. He was finally making the decision to have sex with someone he cared about. Casual sex had crossed his mind periodically during his senior year of high school, but he never had the will to go through with it. Maybe he really was waiting for the right opportunity and person to come along. Who in the world would have ever thought that person would be an ancient Moon Angel from the beginnings of human history? Eventually, his thought process caused his mind to shut down and fall asleep; and enter the other realm.

/

Ivan had conjured the scenery of his hut with a roaring fire and numerous blankets of fur. He couldn't keep himself from feeling the texture of the wolf, rabbit, stag, and fox furs that lined the floor and bed. Imagining Alfred lying naked among them in the dancing red glow of the firelight only furthered his lust for the young male. Ivan himself allowed the luxury of a fur cloak for this special occasion. Beneath its warmth he was naked, prepared to show himself off to his beloved angel. His mate. 'But wait…what if Alfred rejects me in this form?' Ivan bit his nails in mild concern. 'He spends so much time pampering himself and comes out looking even more radiant than before!' Ivan opened his cloak to glance down at his body covered in hidden muscle, scars, and silver body hair. Not to mention the shackles that still adorn his limbs. Alfred was clean-shaven and smooth, always flawless. Ivan sighed, slumping his shoulders. 'It really is our first time all over again.' He looked at the shackles around his wrists. 'These I did not have.'

"Ivan?" Ivan turned to the entryway where Alfred emerged from the blackened world outside the hut. Ivan wanted to make sure the God of Winter had a difficult time seeking them out. "Oh good, you're here." Alfred gave him a crooked smile. "I thought I had lost you."

"I'm here, Alfred." Purple eyes scanned Alfred's uniform clothed body but noticed the absence of his boots. "You are dressed." He smirked. "Shall I undress you?"

Alfred laughed, crossing his arms over his chest and shying away slightly, as if he were a woman. "Eh, not quite yet. Slow down, tiger." He laughed at the quick nickname. "I think we should do some cuddling first."

"Indeed." Ivan sat down on the furs, sensually stroking his hand along the area beside him. "Join me, my angel."

Alfred was hesitant, but shortly joined the other man on the bed of furs. Doing the 'deed' on a bed of furs was not what he had envisioned. Alfred supposed he could ask Ivan to change the scenery, but the sudden stroking of a hand on his leg ceased all thought. Blue eyes glanced at the naked hand traveling up his thigh.

"Alfred," Ivan whispered in his ear "what are you so nervous about?"

"I'm not nervous!" Alfred blushed, knowing that Ivan could see right through him. "I'm just…well…embarrassed, I guess."

Ivan nuzzled his neck. "Embarrassed about what? There are only us here. No one else has to know."

"I'll know. I guess I'm just worried about what it's going to be like and feel like. Why do I have to be the bottom and you the top?" He began rambling. "What if I turn out to really, really like it then I become one of those crazy sex people who buy eels and wear rubber? Or the code of horror movies! The one who has sex, virgin or not, always dies first!" Alfred started to panic. "That's it, I'm dead! Gone! Game over, man! Game over! I'll never own that Corvette or party in the Caribbean! I- !" Alfred found himself pressed back, roughly, against the furs. Ivan was staring at him with an annoyed, lop-sided grin.

"Rarely did I have any complaints about Light. But one thing that you two surely share is that unbearable rambling! I will tell you what I used to tell Light: Please stop talking."

Alfred looked up at the other from behind the rim of his glasses. He always was a 'motor mouth', as his dad so often called him. His papa would smile sweetly at him, but his mind was off somewhere else and ignoring the ramble. Ivan was simply annoyed. "Okay, I'll shut up. I know I babble and I'm sorry, but I'm not that bad a babbler, I mean I know people who REALLY babble and- " Ivan's look silenced him. "Shutting up now."

Ivan kissed his cheek. "That's better. I know you are worried and embarrassed about this, but I promise you there is nothing to worry about." He sat up and left the bed. "I have an idea that will help you."

Alfred lifted himself onto his elbows to watch Ivan shuffle around the room with the only sound being that of the shackles. The man picked up a piece of cloth from the hammock and came back over, his cloak opening in the middle as he did. Alfred could only get a glimpse of Ivan's body before the man was back over to him. "What's the cloth for?"

"You talk a lot when you get nervous. This is a very big step for you, and I recognize that. Making love is more about feeling the connection between two people, not just seeing." He gave a soft smile. "You don't always remember to 'feel', Alfred. The less you see, the easier this will be. I want to cover your eyes with this so you don't have to see anything, only feel."

"I don't know if I like that, Ivan."

"Trust me, you will like it better for your first time. You won't have to see me, or what I am doing to you, or worry about what you look like while we're coupling. This cloth will cover your doubts." Ivan smiled. "Sometimes just feeling is better than seeing."

Alfred gave it a thought, and then came to the conclusion that Ivan's method would prove effective for him. He gave a nod, took off his glasses, and let the other tie the cloth carefully around his eyes. Seeing nothing but darkness startled him, but the touch of Ivan's hands on his shoulders helped to reassure him that everything was all right. Ivan had moved behind him, keeping the strong hands on Alfred's clothed shoulders. When Ivan's hand slipped down inside his t-shirt, Alfred let out a startled cry at the sharp, cold bite of the shackle at his skin. Ivan immediately pulled his hand away and rests his head against the back of Alfred's neck. "N-No, it's okay, Ivan. Ke-keep going, please. I wasn't expecting the cold."

"I will be more cautious next time, my love."

Ivan's hands lowered to Alfred's waist, gently holding the trembling sides. Unlike Light, Alfred's waist was thick with muscle and a bit of fat. Ivan's fingers would nearly touch when his hands were on Light's waist. There was a significant difference with their bodies, but nonetheless beautiful. He had pictured Light's body often and even had the feel of the angel's skin memorized. Carefully, he slipped his hands under the t-shirt to feel the smooth skin and warmth beneath it. This was the same. He waited for Alfred's reaction, which was a simple, tiny intake of breath. Ivan took it as a sign to proceed further by sliding his hands up and gently pinch a nipple. He heard Alfred let out a gasp as the other's chest arched into his hands. "Are you alright?" he whispered.

"Y-Yes," was Alfred's breathy reply. He felt one hand slip back down to his belly while the other stayed to toy with his nipples. Alfred could feel his body responding to Ivan's touches, especially his nether regions. Ivan's hand was slipping further down, past the button, and stopped to rest against his growing bulge. Alfred gasped and hardened beneath Ivan's hand, finding the sensation to be better than he expected. When Ivan started to use his palm to rub, Alfred found himself letting out little pants of delight. His heightened excitement must have been a queue for Ivan to continue further. Alfred felt the button loosen and heard the zipper being lowered. His body tensed, then jerked when the cold of the shackle pressed against his lower belly. "Cold!"

"Bear it for me just a little bit, Alfred." Ivan softly begged him. "I know you are enjoying this."

Alfred gasped out loud when Ivan's hand wrapped around his erection, squeezing softly. Not being able to see was intensifying the pleasure and he arched into Ivan's palm. Callused fingertips pinched and rolled his nipple while the other began to pump him. This was much better than doing it himself, and he couldn't keep himself quiet. Little pants and moans escaped his throat, which only ignited the lust buried deep within him. Alfred blushed beneath the blindfold, fearing that he would like this too much; and he was right. "Ivan…!" He gasped out the others name in pleasure, causing Ivan to suddenly freeze.

"Say it again." Ivan whispered.

Alfred swallowed. "Ivan."

"Now your voices are the same." Ivan gave a low growl against Alfred's neck, wrapping his arms tightly around the other's body. "By the stars, I want you! I want to ravish you in pleasure and love." He couldn't stop his hands from roughly roaming all along Alfred's body. "Please let me have you?"

"A-Alright…!" Alfred couldn't find anything else to say in response to the question. He had not doubts or complaints, though. There was something about this moment together and Ivan's prowess that slowly started to awaken a long-lost familiar feeling. And then, Ivan had him lying back against the furs still blindfolded and erect. Alfred squeezed his knees together but strong hands forced them apart. He tried to fight against Ivan's hold, but the strength of the other was inhuman. Ivan positioned himself between his legs so he could not close them. Those same strong hands gripped the collar of his shirt, but it took only one to easily tear the fabric from his body. "IVAN!" Alfred gasped out in astonishment of the strength and skill. His pants were forcefully ripped away next but not with just one pull like his shirt. Still, Ivan was able to pull the material completely from his legs, followed by the boxer-briefs that took a simple twist and tug to fully rip. Alfred always thought of himself as tough guy, but Ivan's superior strength was turning him on.

"Gods above, but you are gorgeous! My angel!"

Ivan threw off his cloak so he could finally feel his own naked body against Alfred's. When their skin touched, Ivan groaned with the long-awaited pleasure of having their naked bodies touch. Alfred's body was hard with muscle, and Light's soft with a gently toned form. Light he always had to mind his strength with, for he could break the bones of such a delicate creature. Yet Alfred was stronger, bigger, and more battle-hardened than Light was. He would not have to be so gentle. He landed rough kisses along Alfred's neck and shoulders, relishing in the cries of pleasure aided with trembling limbs. His hands stroked and rubbed every inch of the toned body, wanting nothing more than to just engulf his Alfred entirely into his body. He wanted to consume him.

"I-Ivan…could you slow down a bit?" Alfred asked with his voice trembling. His eyes widened underneath the blindfold when he felt something large, hot, and hard pressed against his inner thigh. 'I hope that's his knee.'

"Feel how hard I am for you."

Alfred gulped, realizing what it 'really' was. He needed to buy some time because the fear of that monstrous thing penetrating him was taking over. "I-I know but…but I want to feel you too."

"Go ahead, then."

Alfred, with his eyes still covered, searched for Ivan's shoulders. They were easy to find knowing the man was looming above him. He circled the rounded muscles with his palms, moving down to the solid biceps, and then feeling the fairly thick layer of hair on his forearm. The feel reminded Alfred of his papa, who was very proudly hairy. Alfred knew that Ivan had come from an age long ago where such a body structure was needed. He let his hands travel back up to Ivan's shoulders to marvel at the large back. He pictured Ivan carrying a large animal draped along his thick shoulders; or rather, carrying him. The rest of Ivan's body was soft and pudgy, but loaded with hard labored muscle buried underneath. Ivan's form seemed different to him, or it may be due to the act they were currently engaged in. He had never truly stopped to think about Ivan's body.

"Does my body displease you, Alfred?" Ivan suddenly asked.

"What? No! No, not at all!"

"I know that my body is not as solid as my statue form…"

"…how did you know that?"

"One night you muttered something about it while you were falling asleep.

Alfred felt himself blush. "Um…well…"

"It's alright, beloved." Ivan nuzzled his cheek. "This form before you is only my spirit brought to a solid mold in this world. That statue is my true self." He felt Alfred continue to rub at his shoulders.

"But you feel so real now. Every part of you."

"But I'm not." Ivan took Alfred's hand from his shoulder and placed it over the spot where his heart should be. "Do you feel anything?"

Alfred shook his head. "No…I don't."

"That's because my heart is not there. Once it is, then I will truly be myself."

Alfred had forgotten that Ivan's heart was taken from him and his true form was encased inside the statue. He had promised to be Ivan's hero and rescue him from Winter. But how could he accomplish something that now seemed so complex? "I promise that we will have you returned to your real self soon. But until then…show me how much you love me?" Where did those words come from?

"Yes, with words and actions! My Alfred!"

Ivan brought Alfred's lips into a passionate kiss, not waiting for permission to enter with his tongue. He pushed the thick muscle through Alfred's teeth and openly explored the moist cavern. Alfred tried to pull away but Ivan firmly gripped the strong jaw to hold him in place. Ivan shifted his lower body so their erections could touch as Alfred squirmed against him. The smaller man gasped and moaned into his mouth, arching narrow hips into his own. Ivan broke the kiss with a line of salvia still connecting their lips. Alfred heavy gasping broke the thin stream between them, but before the other could utter a word, Ivan's lips attached themselves to the slim neck. He nipped and sucked at the jugular, leaving little bright red marks scattered among the skin.

While kissing Alfred all over was enchanting, Ivan's true need lay between their legs. His cock throbbed and ached madly with the need to feel Alfred's tight, virgin heat surrounding him. Ivan growled low at the image of lifting and spreading Alfred's leg wide for only his eyes and cock. He wanted to feel the tight muscles squeezing his length as it pumped wildly in and out, bringing his beloved angel to orgasm. Then, he would watch his lover's face twist in lustful desire as Ivan came inside of him, filling the narrow passage with his seed. Alfred would no doubt beg for more once it was all done, with Ivan's essence pouring out of him. It sparked his lust further.

"Flip yourself onto your belly! Now!" Ivan commanded, his tone firm, yet gentle.

"What?" Alfred didn't have a moment to try on his own before Ivan flipped his body for him. He got a mouthful of fur while his hips were being lifted into the air. Alfred squeaked when he felt his knees leave the bed and his whole torso was lifted high. "I-IVAN? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU- OH!" There was no denying that Ivan's tongue was lapping at his hole. The physical act made Alfred sick to his stomach, but the pleasure was proving to be more dominant. He let out little mews and gasps of pleasure as the warm, slick muscle swirled around between licks. Alfred figured Ivan had no clue what lubricant was and could only make his own 'this' way. It was getting to be too much. "Ivan…use your fingers instead. Please?"

"As you wish, my angel." Ivan lowered the other's knees back onto the furs. "Let me moisten them so they won't hurt." This also gave Ivan a few seconds to admire the dip in Alfred's back, the firm shoulders, and that perfect ass presented just for him. He pulled three fingers from his mouth and rubbed them against the wet, sensitive skin with the tips. "Penetration is easier this way, so once my fingers are done, I will enter you. Do you still wish to keep the blindfold on?"

"Y-Yes." He gulped. "Just be mindful of those shackles."

"I will." Ivan used one hand to spread Alfred's left cheek to expose the tight pink bud. Feeling a bit mischievous, he gave no warning to Alfred when he pressed the first finger inside.

"AH!" Alfred lurched forward at the strange, slightly painful feeling of Ivan's finger. "Ugh, pull it out! It's weird!" His only answer came with the addition of another finger to join the first, spreading him. "Ouch!" He gripped the sheets beneath his hands and his shoulders tightened. "Ivan, s-stop."

"I can't. It will get better, Alfred. I promise." Ivan curled, pressed, and wiggled his fingers inside of Alfred's bowels. The man began to whine and squirm against them, turning his words of doubts to simple cries. Ivan pressed in a third, pressing all three deep inside. Alfred's cries turned back to ones of pain and Ivan maneuvered his fingers in hopes to find the one spot that will make his angel scream in pleasure. It was proving difficult, which meant that Alfred's sweet spot might be a bit further in. But that wouldn't be a problem. He removed his fingers and used what was left of his spit to lube his cock. "Are you ready, Alfred?"

"Three fingers didn't feel good at all…"

"This will be worse than three fingers, but it will be much better in the long run."

Alfred felt the tip of Ivan's erection pressing at his ass and he tensed up. He knew it was important to relax the muscles for easier entry, but he just couldn't do it. The fear of pain from Ivan's size was what kept him from relaxing. Already Ivan was starting to push in, his large head passing the tight ring. Alfred let out a strangled, gargled cry as he clamped down on Ivan's member to force him out. But Ivan's hands were firmly gripped on his hips, making escape impossible. The large girth continued to slowly slip inside, forcing his tight muscles to stretch. Alfred could feel the tears start to moisten the cloth over his eyes. The pain was so intense that he couldn't even utter a word. All he could do was gasp and whimper.

"Relax yourself, my love." Ivan whispered. "I'm only halfway in, you need to relax your muscles."

'Half way?! Oh god…' Alfred squeezed his eyes shut, held his breath, and attempted to relax his inner muscles. It brought slight relief, but not enough to turn pleasurable. Ivan did take that moment to thrust the rest of way in, making him scream out loud. "OH GOD! TAKE IT OUT!"

"Shh." Ivan cooed him. "Just relax your body and give it a few moments to adjust."

"I can't!" Alfred cried. "I can't, I can't!"

"Yes, you can." Ivan nuzzled the back of his neck. It was taking all of his willpower to hold still and not start thrusting. "It will only hurt for a bit. You are doing well, my love. So strong and beautiful…" Ivan could feel Alfred still trembling "it'll get better."

"Please Ivan…just pull out…!" Alfred gasped when he felt Ivan pulling out, but cried again when he gently thrust back in. "AH! No, Ivan! No!" Ivan repeated the same motion. "STOP! PLEASE!"

Ivan couldn't stand to hear his beloved angel in pain, but he was not about to let this moment pass. He knew it would be much better for Alfred; he just had to keep going. So closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Ivan pulled out and thrust back in again. The wrangled scream from his lover brought him to tears, but he had to keep going. The moment he found Alfred's spot everything would be better. With one more pull out and thrust in, Ivan finally heard the sweet sound of Alfred's pleasure echo in the hut. 'There!' Ivan gave a hard thrust against that spot, feeling Alfred's body shudder and quiver beneath him. "I told you!"

"K-Keep going!" Alfred begged, and his plead was obeyed. At first the pain had been intense, but that special spot inside of him made all the difference. Now he understood what made sex pleasurable, and with the added size of Ivan it only made everything better. Pain was still present, but mixed with the pleasure it was bearable. Alfred's lips lifted in a smile with every cry that escaped him from Ivan's thrusts. When the man would pull out, Alfred could feel his muscles tighten up until the hot width spread them again. Dare he ask Ivan to go faster? "Faster, Ivan!"

"Command me!" Ivan did as he was told, getting a tighter grip on Alfred's hips as he sped up. The shackles around his wrists were biting at his skin and making him bleed, but he didn't care. His increased paced brought the beautiful sound of Alfred's cries to his ears; and they were very similar to that of Light's. Ivan's whole body was alive with not just lust, but love and warmth as well. Alfred's inner muscles were tightening so perfectly that it threatened to make him climax. Yet he could not come for he wanted Alfred to reach his first REAL climax before he did. So Ivan kept his pace fast and even, making sure to hit that spot each time.

"Flip me!" Alfred suddenly cried out. "And remove my blindfold!"

Ivan grinned and pulled out, enjoying the pitiful whine he got from Alfred. He flipped the other over and ripped the blindfold off to reveal lust filled blue eyes moist with tears. For a moment, Ivan feared he had done something to hurt him. Instead, Alfred gave him a sweet, charming smile that assured him there was nothing wrong. He noticed Alfred's eyes scanning his body and a little flush appeared over his nose. Ivan smiled in response, but was eager to get back to the lovemaking. Instead, Alfred got up onto his knees so they were face to face. Ivan looked into Alfred's sweet smiling face, and for a second wondered if Light had returned to him. "Angel?" He whispered.

"No, it's just me. Alfred."

"Oh, yes, it is you. For a second you reminded me of Light…I thought he was here."

Alfred looked away. "Sorry I couldn't be him."

"No!" Ivan leaned forward and pulled Alfred into a hug. "You are still Light, just in a different life. You are still my beloved angel!" He felt Alfred push him away slightly, but it was only to allow a kiss. Alfred's kiss was sweet and soft, but it ended quickly. Ivan leaned forward in hopes of getting another when Alfred's hand suddenly wrapped around his cock. He let out a gasp of his own, and then purred deeply. "Are you asking for something?" He teased.

"I'm embarrassed to say it…so…you know what I mean."

Ivan brought him into a kiss and embrace, not needing to hear anything else. He lowered Alfred onto the furs to lie above him. Both men gasped softly when their erections touched, but Ivan made no move to penetrate. He was lost in Alfred's beautiful blue eyes, the same eyes he had looked in to with Light. He let his hand stroke back the wheat-colored hair to see more of those eyes. Alfred was staring back at him, but his hand came up to cup Ivan's cheek. "I would die for you, Alfred. You're my everything."

"…I know." He stroked Ivan's cheek, unable to say anything of the like back. Ivan didn't seem to notice it, but only positioned himself again for entry. Alfred held his breath, relaxed his muscles, and spread his legs. Ivan's second full entry was much smoother than the first. He moaned with the new angle, eagerly anticipating those same pleasurable feelings. "You were right Ivan."

Ivan smirked and threw Alfred's arms around his shoulders as he began the same quick thrusting. He felt Alfred's hands grip his shoulders as each thrust was met with a cry. Ivan slammed into him, allowing his thrusts to become rough and deep. Alfred's continuous cries of pleasure let him know that there was no pain. Feeling Alfred's nails clawing into his back with the force of thrusts pulled a growl from his throat. Alfred was even lifting his hips to meet the thrusts, something Light rarely ever did. Ivan liked not being the only one to do all the work!

"I-Ivan…!" Alfred gasped out. "Just like that! Don't stop!" He knew that climax was near with the growing ache in his lower belly. Ivan seemed to have noticed it too, for he threw all of his weight into the last stream of thrusts. Alfred found it hard to breathe under Ivan's weight, but that special spot within him canceled out everything. "More, Ivan!" He whispered in his ear. "More…I'm gonna cum…"

"I pray we cum together!" Ivan held his angel tightly in his arms as he thrust into the wanton body, hoping he could hold out. Alfred's cries started to grow higher and more frequent with approaching climax. When those hot muscles began to clench around him, Ivan paced himself just right so he could cum along with Alfred. A few more hard thrusts and sharp nails racking down his back, Ivan arched his back and came along with Alfred. His lover's first orgasm from sex was more than what he had imagined. Alfred's body tensed up beautifully and shuddered while the hot cum splattered along his belly. Ivan emptied himself into the other and remained still, wanting to fill Alfred to the brink.

"Oh wow…" Alfred was panting from the intense orgasm "it's so warm and…and…" He couldn't finish his sentence.

"Did I please you enough, my love?" Ivan asked in a whisper.

"Yes…a lot." Alfred gave a chuckle. "Why are you still in me?"

Ivan grinned. "I want to keep my seed inside of you."

"Nothing's going to come of it, you know."

"I'm well aware." Ivan chose to pull out then. He glanced down at Alfred's now red and swollen hole dripping with his essence. "I know we can't stay here long, but can we lay together for a moment?" He settled down beside his lover, grinning when Alfred rolled into him and cuddled.

"Yeah, I would like that." Alfred nuzzled his head under Ivan's chin. Everything about himself and Ivan was different now. All of the doubts he had earlier seemed silly now. He felt comfortable in Ivan's arms, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Many times he had walked in on his fathers like this, lounging in each other's arms. Now he knew what it really felt like, and he loved it. But he still could not bring himself to say anything to Ivan in a romantic sense. What was wrong with him?

"This has been my favorite moment together." Ivan kissed him.

"It should be, considering what we just did."

"True." Ivan laughed. "Sadly, you have to go back now."

"I know I really don't want to. I want to stay here a bit longer with you. But I can't risk that knowing that I might be sent home."

Ivan turned to him, stroking his shoulder. "I understand. We will have many times like this together. Let's wake up now."

/

Alfred woke up and saw that he still had an hour before he had to get up. He searched the room for Ivan but couldn't find him. "Ivan?" He called the other's name but he never appeared. "Huh. I wonder where he could be?" As he stood up, Alfred did not feel any pain from the sex he had. It really was his celestial body that did it, not him. So he was still a virgin in this world.

Kicking around for a while, he went downstairs to get his breakfast. The cafeteria was already starting to fill up with other soldiers. Even though nothing had really happened, his appetite was raging and he had to be the first in line. There was nothing better than getting the first round of freshly baked pancakes, scrambled eggs, and hash browns. He sat at a table all by himself and began to eat, but he forgotten to get something to drink. Normally he chose orange juice or coffee, but today he went for milk. Actually, two milks. When he sat back down to continue eating, his thoughts traveled to the events of last night. He still wondered where Ivan was.

"Hey Jones, can we sit here?" Asked one of the soldiers who had brought him to the hospital ward.

"Sure." The two men sat down with him, joined by three more.

"You missed out on all the fun last night." Said one of the other three.

"Why? What happened?" Alfred stuffed his face with hash browns.

"Dude, you know that stupid statue not too far from here?" Alfred froze, but gave a silent nod. "Well, a few of the guys went out to it with some spray paint and made art!" They all laughed. "They say the statue can't be destroyed, but it sure as Hell can be decorated!"

"Why would they do that? What was the point?" Alfred had to hide the rage boiling up inside of him.

"For shits and giggles," said another. "There's nothing else to do around this frozen wasteland."

'They vandalized Ivan's body?' Alfred couldn't believe it. He wanted to stand up and shout out loud to everyone that it was not just a statue, but a person. "Tell the general that I'm going to leave to go clean it."

"Why? It's just a statue."

"It's still an ancient artifact that doesn't deserve to be tampered with!"

One soldier gave him a crazy look. "How are you going to clean it? They used spray paint there's no way to get it off."

"I have to at least see what they did."

"Why?"

"Because I want to, okay?" Alfred shoved a full pancake in his mouth.

"Whoa dude, slow down! I never passed my CPR class!"

Alfred ignored them and continued to eat. Once he was done with breakfast, he put on his warmest clothes and went out into the snow to Ivan's statue. It seemed to grow colder the further he got towards the small cemetery. Alfred was fearful of what he might see when he looked upon the statute. He wanted to pick a fight with the ones who chose to do this. When he arrived at the statue, it took all of his willpower not to burst out crying at the sight. Ivan's body was completely covered in black spray paint from head to food. Someone had sprayed a large mustache on him while another gave him a black Speedo. But the worse part was Ivan's eyes, which had been covered with the spray paint in the form of sunglasses. Alfred fell to his knees and just stared at the vandalism of his lover.

"Oh Ivan…I'm so sorry this happened to you!" He walked over to the statue and felt the boots, finding that the lower layer was still warm. "I'll bring these bastards to justice, I promise you!"

Just then, the area around him began to grow dark and extra cold and he recognized it as the feeling of Winter. From behind the statue came the God of Winter, those same yellow eyes burning into Alfred's blue. Alfred jumped to his feet and moved back a few steps as the old god came to stand beside the statue. With a wave of his hand, all of the paint on the statue suddenly faded away. Alfred let out a sigh of relief despite that it was still the God of Winter standing in front of him. Alfred gulped, but spoke. "What do you want?"

'How was your night with my slave?'

"I don't know what you're talking about."

'Stupid human, do you take me for a fool? I know what you two have done.'

"So? What's it to ya?" Alfred hissed. "We can do whatever we want! Ivan is not yours! He's mine!" He regretted saying those words for the anger that shot across Winter's face was enough to chill his blood.

'Yours? You claim this man as yours? I made him stone! I own the shackles around his limbs! He takes orders from me, not you!'

"No one should be made a slave!"

'How dare you continue to speak to a god as if you are one of us!' Winter growled. 'Ivan is under MY control! I own his heart, his body, and his spirit! He has his uses, but fucking you is not one of them.'

Alfred took a few more steps back. "I can…do what I want. I will free Ivan from you, and then I will kill you!"

'Oh?' Winter smirked. 'You love him that much? Your words do not speak what you feel, so I bet you are lying to yourself.'

"I'm not, and it's none of your business!"

'Hmph. Then show it to me.' Winter smirked and placed his hand flat on Ivan's statue. A yellow tangle of lightening appeared and soon covered Ivan's entire stone form. Alfred looked up at the statue while tears of blood began to pool from the eyes. Alfred held his heart, which started to beat wildly and loudly in his chest. He could hear a distant moaning of pain, recognizing it as Ivan. Winter was hurting Ivan within the statue! "STOP IT!" Alfred hollered with tears of his own. "STOP HURTING HIM! STOP IT!"

Winter gave him a cold, evil smirk in respond and increased the lightening.

Alfred felt a strange build up of power and rage deep within his chest. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, but it was STRONG. He narrowed his gaze at Winter, and with a bellowing cry, he shouted "LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

Winter's yellow eyes widened at the sight of the human before him, although right now, this man was anything but human. Winter could see a large pair of white wings with gold tinted feathers appear some inches behind him. The old god had to momentarily shield his eyes from the bright light that managed to banish his wintery darkness. Peeking out from between his arms, Winter realized that this bright light belonged to none other than the old Sun God. A golden aura was glowing around the man, his wisps of wheat-colored hair blowing in an unseen wind. The man seemed to have no knowledge of what was happening to him. Once the strange source of bright power died away, Winter knew he had to act fast. Everything he knew of the whereabouts of the Sun God was wrong. He had to keep the two men apart, and this man, this Alfred, was the most dangerous one of all.

'What just happened?' Alfred wondered, looking down at his hands. He failed to notice what Winter was starting to conjure up. When he looked up, Alfred gasped at the large tangled orb of snow as the wind began to pick up speed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Alfred screamed.

'BE GONE FROM MY REALM, CREATIN! YOU WILL NEVER SAVE YOUR PRECIOUS IVAN!'

Alfred screamed for help as his body was being lifted into the air by streams of freezing snow. The area around him became dark with both statue and god disappearing from sight. And then, before him appeared a large pair of stale yellow eyes; those of which were Winter's.

'I WILL SEND YOU TO THE FAR OUTER REGINS OF THIS COUNTRY! YOUR BODY WILL FREEZE AND DIE IN THE FRIDGED SNOW! IVAN WILL REMAIN FOREVER IN MY POWER! MAY YOUR NEXT BIRTHS BE MISCARRIAGES FROM THIS DAY FORTH! BE FOREVER GONE!'

Alfred was lifted high into the air before becoming tangled in a tornado of snow and thrown through the air. He screamed and cried out for Ivan while traveling through the sky. With a rough landing, Alfred found himself half buried in the freezing snow. Choking on the white substance and panicking, he scrambled to regain his composure. He darted from left to right, circling himself in hopes to find where he was. Yet, he could not recognize the wooden world of trees around him. Winter had cast him far into an area of the country where no one would find him. Alfred had nothing on him for survival, nor did he know how to survive in such freezing weather. Already his body was trembling from the cold.

"I'm going to die here." He said, teeth chattering. "I'm going to die. I'll freeze to death before I starve!" Alfred looked up into the dark sky and wondered briefly when it had changed to night? All around him were strange sounds of animals and other things. There was no shelter; nowhere to hide. He started to panic. "Ivan?" He called for his lover. "Ivan? Ivan, are you there? Ivan? IVAN!" He screamed Ivan's name, but all it did was echo back. Where was his lover, and why wasn't he here?

Alfred fell to his knees, feeling all hopelessness was lost to him. He was lost forever in a world of snow.

End Chapter 12 TBC
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