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***Warnings: Hardcore Yaoi, violence, uncomfortable scenes, foul language

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Chapter title belongs to Enya's song "It's In The Rain". Any references used are the soul property of its creator/owner. I am making no money off of this fic. It is for pure enjoyment!

Part 2 Chapter 6: Listen To The Rain

Ludwig woke up after having fallen asleep in the chair. He blinked his eyes sleepily and glanced around the room. Some of the candles were burned down to the base on their stands. The fire was dying and the room was dim. The sound of gentle tapping brought his attention to the window where heavy rain hit the glass. He could see the reflections of the rain on his skin as well as the bed where his lover lay, fast asleep. He stood up and walked to the window, leaning his forehead on it and gazing out into the dark. Gilbert was out there right now in this winter rain and he hoped that the two had found some kind of solid shelter. Gilbert hated being unnecessarily wet. The sound of whimpering and moaning could be heard from the bed and he rolled his eyes.

"Nightmares again, Feli?"

He said with a sigh and walked over to the bed. He looked at Feliciano's sleeping form and he gulped. Ludwig didn't know why he was feeling aroused at such a time with circumstances being what they are. The ale was already out of his system he was sure of it. If he were to act on his lust right now Feliciano would wake up and scream in fear. He never wanted that to happen again. He brought his hand down to stroke Feliciano's forehead only to have his brow furrow. Feliciano was hot and sweaty with a fever. Ludwig didn't notice it because of the dim lighting but now he could see the flushed cheeks.

"Feli? Feli, wake up. It's me." Feliciano groaned weakly and stirred in his fevered sleep. "Feli, wake up." He shook him gently.

"Mmm…Ludwig? Wiggy…I don't feel good." He said with a whine.

"You have a fever. Let me fetch Arthur for you."

Ludwig went to the chamber door and opened it, telling one of the guards to get Arthur for them. He closed the door and went back to the bed, sitting beside him. Feliciano kept his eyes closed as he moaned on the bed, struggling to get comfortable. Ludwig held his breath and looked away, feeling himself start to grow aroused again. He silently cursed himself for this. The door opened and he turned to see Arthur enter, his hair in a messy tangle of yellow. He clicked his tongue and scratched the back of his head.

"Let me see him." Ludwig nodded and stood from the bed. Arthur brought his medical bag over and placed it on the bed beside Feliciano. "This fever came on fairly fast. He was running around like a manic this afternoon." Arthur felt the man's forehead and cheeks. He checked his glands and throat before patting down his body. "His whole body is hot. I have to bring this fever down and soon."

"Get working on it."

"Give me a minute! I have to mix the medicine." Arthur said with a glare and opened his bag. He mixed three herbs together and sprinkled them into a cup. He went to the basin and poured some water it, mixing it up with his finger. "Help hold him up." Ludwig gently slipped his arms under Feliciano and brought him into a sitting position. The smaller man whined at the sudden cold and movement but said nothing. "Feli, drink this." Feliciano did so with little complaint but made a face the whole time.

"I'm hot…and cold…" He whimpered.

"Your fever should break by morning. Lay him back down." Ludwig did so and tucked him in.

"Let me get the fire going again."

Ludwig went over the dying fire and used the poker to mix the embers around. He tossed another log onto the embers and made sure the wood caught before he turned away. Feliciano started coughing from the bed and Ludwig knew it was going to be a long night for him. Arthur packed up his things and said he would check on him in the morning before leaving the room. Ludwig crossed his arms and looked at the rain rivulets on the window, frowning deeply. He blinked at the sudden crash of thunder that lit up the room.

'A thunderstorm at this time of year?' Ludwig said to himself but heard a weak shriek from the bed. "Feli?"

"Ludwig!" Feliciano held his arms out from the bed towards him. "I hate thunder!" Ludwig went over to him and sat beside Feli on the bed, letting the man hide his face against his waist. He placed his hand on the brown hair and could feel the heat of the fever. The brown strands were heavy and damp with sweat. Another rumble of thunder shook the room and Feliciano clung to him, shivering.

"Stop being silly, Feli. It is only thunder."

"But…it's loud."

"I know, but it can't hurt you. We are safely tucked away in the castle." Feliciano coughed against him and he whined.

"I feel horrible…and I'm scared…I'm scared and sick…sick and scared…" Ludwig slumped his shoulders.

"Just rest. I'll be here with you all night. I won't…let the thunder…get you." He had a hard time speaking in that manner.

"Thank you…Wiggy…" Ludwig's answer was a simple grunt and he remained by Feliciano's side throughout the night, watching the rain splatter against the glass.

"Goddamn fucking wet and cold fucking rain!"

"That was a little excessive." Ivan said and looked to his wet and shivering lover. They were fortunate enough to have already set up camp before the rain started. They had run out of candles so they were in the dark of the tent. They could just make each other out in the dark. They didn't want to use the torches in fear of igniting the tent.

"Well, it's the fucking truth! It's not suppose to rain and thunder at this time of the season!"

"With everything that has been happening are you really going to question why the weather is acting the way it is?" Ivan smiled stupidly at him and Gilbert just glared.

"You are SUCH an asshole. I swear, if I wasn't frozen to the bone I would punch you in your big, fat, stupid nose!" Ivan pouted.

"If you had listened to me in the first place when I said, 'it looks like rain' then you wouldn't be soaked through like this. But no, you had to go off hunting only to have to turn back a couple of minutes later."

"Shut…the fuck…up!"

"I could warm you up, you know. And it's a great way to pass the time." Ivan smiled and wiggled happily in his seat.

"There is no way I'm fucking you after the attitude you just gave me! It wasn't even an attitude! It was a…you-tude! You're so fucking weird!"

"My cock says differently." Ivan smiled.

"Oh yeah? Well my fist says-" Ivan took Gilbert's hand and forced the man to rest the palm on his growing erection. Gilbert actually flushed a bit and didn't move. "S-Seriouly…? In the…freezing rain and thunder?"

"It's how all the cool kids do it." He chuckled.

"Hell no! Not when I'm fucking WET like this! I'm not moving from this spot!"

"I could always just throw you down and ravish you?"

"Huh?"

Ivan gripped the man's shoulders and pushed him down onto the blankets. Gilbert tried to protest but Ivan had flipped him over onto his belly. The furs and clothes were damp and heavy with freezing ran and it clung to Gilbert's skin. Ivan stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as he focused entirely on Gilbert's wet pants. The other man struggled to get away but his heavy clothes weighed him down. His hands kept slipping on the furs and Ivan's reign on his legs were not helping.

"Let me go! I said 'no'!"

"You'll say yes."

Ivan pulled down the wet pants and stopped it at Gilbert's knees. Gilbert swung his arm up in hopes that his elbow would meet with Ivan's jaw. Ivan prepared for an attack like this and he was able to dodge the flying elbow. His old Gilbert always fought with him at first and this Gilbert was no different. The fact that his lover wasn't putting his full fighting force behind the struggle meant that he was looking forward to the forceful penetration. The thunder and lightening still crashed outside, outlining Gilbert's body. He didn't have to see the other man's body or expression. Just the feelings and sounds would be more than arousing. Ivan easily shifted his pants down and under his balls before licking his palm to coax his erection.

"Hey, go easy back there! I'm not a-AH! FUCK!"

Ivan had pressed his way inside pass the first tight ring of muscle before giving a quick pause. Gilbert let out a heavy breath but yelped again when Ivan pushed in further. He grit his teeth and gripped the furs beneath him, bracing his weight on his knees. It hurt more this way without the proper penetration he was used to but that didn't keep his cock from growing hard. Ivan had finally seated himself all the way inside and Gilbert let out a breath, resting his cheek against the furs. A bit of spittle trickled down the corner of his mouth as he felt his muscles stretch and squeeze around Ivan's member. At least the man had the decency to let his body adjust, or not.

Ivan waited less than a minute for Gilbert's body to accept him before he started a series of shallow thrusts. Gilbert hissed out something that sounded like a curse but his gasps were hindering his speech. Ivan, like everyone else, had to admit that not hearing Gilbert talk sometimes was a blessing to one's ears. The lightening crashed loudly and it spooked Ivan for a second, making him thrust forward into Gilbert. He had to laugh at that but the man below him wasn't too amused.

"I'm sorry! Hang on tight, though! Lightening tends to scare me!" Ivan said with a grin that Gilbert couldn't see.

"I'll kill you later!"

Gilbert let out a choked gasp at the solid thrust that ripped through his bowels. Ivan had pulled most of the way out before slamming back in. The speed hit his pleasure spot with brutal force and sent a sliver of pain up his spine. The pain was tolerable and with the next heavy thrust it was even pleasurable. His cries were muffled by the thunder outside but just the response from his body was obvious enough. He started thrusting back against Ivan, seeking more of the sensation.

Ivan's knees were beginning to ache resting on the hard ground so he lifted his body forward with his feet to relieve the pressure. It forced Gilbert to take on his extra weight as he laid his chest against the other's back. The new position put strain on his feet but it would last long enough to give his knees a rest. With this angle he could push in deeper, which hearing Gilbert's heightened cries of pleasure assured him that he was doing something right. He had known he tore Gilbert a bit but the anal muscles heal quickly and wouldn't pose an immediate threat to him.

"Fuck…Ivan…my knees are killing me!" He let out a little whimper when Ivan pulled out from him.

"Get into another position then." Gilbert flopped onto his belly and rolled onto his back, making Ivan frown. "That doesn't help my knees."

"The ground is cold, hard, and fucking damp. I'm sorry but I can't continue like this." Ivan pretended to look hurt but then he chuckled cutely. "What? OOF!" Ivan flopped on top of him and nuzzled his cheek.

"My knees hurt too. I don't mind sitting this one out." Gilbert laughed and wrapped his arms around him.

"Aren't we just the awesomest couple ever?"

"We're a comfortable couple." Ivan reached down and pulled the covers over them. "Let's just listen to the storm and snuggle close."

"…if you tell ANYONE I snuggled with you during a storm I am leaving you." Ivan closed his eyes and nuzzled into Gilbert's neck.

"Promise." As the storm raged outside the two lovers huddled close in slumber.

Gilbert shifted in his sleep as he snuggled closer to Ivan's warmth. The storm had died down but they were unaware of it. Currently, Gilbert was engaged in a mix of dreams about his brother and Feliciano. Most of them were about Ludwig's drinking habits and his uncontrollable behavior. They were making his restful sleep very difficult.

'Drunken dog!' Gilbert narrowed his eyes at his brother when he dismounted from Feliciano that first night in the tavern. Ludwig glared at him but Gilbert did not waver. He ordered the other men to help escort Ludwig out of the tavern while he tossed his cloak to Feli. 'I apologize for my brother's actions. I know it won't really help you but it is all I can give.' "I should have stayed with Feli longer instead of leaving right away with Ludwig…" He said to himself.

'Ludwig! You're drunk again!' Gilbert hollered at him and kicked him off his desk chair. Ludwig sputtered awake and gave him a drunken look. 'This is not becoming of a young king!'

Gilbert remembered riding after his drunken brother on horseback 'LUDWIG! COME BACK!'

He shoved Ludwig away when he tried to advance on him, thinking he was someone else. 'Brother! Get off of me!' Gilbert ended up having to hit his brother with a candlestick to the head to get him off.

'GILBERT! DON'T LET HIM IN!' Feliciano cried fearfully from his hiding place alongside the bed. Gilbert had locked the door but Ludwig kicked it open.

'Where is he? Why does he keep running from me?' Ludwig hollered and nearly hit Gilbert with his goblet. Gilbert braced his hands against the stone doorframe to shield Ludwig from coming into the room.

'Do not barge in my room like this, brother!'

'I want Feli! I know he is here!' He tried to push past Gilbert but the elder brother held fast. 'Brother! Let me pass!' Gilbert grit his teeth.

'No! Go away! Leave him be!' Gilbert had to brace his feet against the frame as well when Ludwig started to use his forearms to shove past him.

'Do not anger me, brother!'

'You will not touch him!' Gilbert stood on his tip toes to better narrow his eyes at Ludwig. 'Go back to your room, brother, and sleep it off!' Ludwig gave him a dark glare but Gilbert responded with a sneer. Ludwig grumbled and swiftly turned away, storming down the hall.

'Gilbert, thank you.' Feliciano said softly through his tears. 'I'm so afraid of him! I don't want to stay with him! I want to go home!' Gilbert closed the door and looked at Feliciano sadly.

'I'm afraid you have to remain here. That is the king's rule. You will grow to like him I know you will. He has his flaws, but we all do.' Feliciano just cried into the sheets. 'I will protect you as best as I can. I promise.'

Gilbert woke up and blinked his eyes, looking at the wall of the tent. It was lighter out which meant that dawn was approaching. He rubbed his forehead and silently wondered why he had had those dreams after so long. It started to make him wonder if everything was all right at home with those two. The only other person Feliciano had to run to was Kiku and he was often away on business matters. He had to hope that his brother would go easy on the bottle. Once Arthur contacted them again he would ask about them.

"What's wrong?" Came Ivan's sleepy voice from the bedroll.

"Oh nothing. Just some crazy dreams, that's all. Nothing earth shattering."

"How are you feeling?" Gilbert rolled his eyes.

"Sore, but I've had worse. It's a pleasant soreness." Ivan rolled over with a grunt and blinked up at him.

"You look troubled. What is it?"

"Ah…just thinking about back home…and if my brother is a roaring drunk." Ivan reached his hand out from the blanket and rubbed Gilbert's leg.

"That really surprises me. The Ludwig in my world was a very calm and controlled drunk. He would normally pass out before he could actually do anything."

"Yeah well…," He laid back down under the covers and snuggled into Ivan. "Ever since he was crowned king he has had a very hard time with control. He needs to have everything one way and one way only. There is so much of the kingdom that he can't see and things happen and he has no control over it. He's so strict and regimented that it drives him to drink." Ivan chuckled.

"Sure, it's easy to forget when you're drunk. Not to mention everything seems less worrisome and troubling. I used to drink heavily when I first ran away because I was so depressed and angry…it would help me forget. So I understand." He kissed Gilbert's forehead. "We have bigger fish to fry right now. We are nearing the end of this little journey and we have quite the battle coming up. Ludwig is a big boy and Feliciano is a coward. They'll be fine."

"I was just thinking…I wonder how Ludwig will react when he sees me when I become a demon?"

"That you are smoking hot when he sees me riding you with those horns grasp tightly in my hands!" Gilbert bit him.

"We went the wrong way."

"We did not. We're following the right path that Arthur marked for us." Ivan responded.

"But why would something that likes the damp and wet live in an area like this?"

"I'm still questioning why there is a massive tear in the sky and crazy monsters running around. So if- WAHHH!" Ivan was thrown from his horse when it let out a neighing cry and fell forward.

"IVAN!" Seeing that Ivan was all right, Gilbert remained on his horse and looked at the other. It was struggling to gain its footing in the moist ground. Ivan went over to it and grabbed the reigns, trying to help it pull back. The horse was able to pull its front legs out of the wet and panicked until Ivan calmed it down. "Where the hell is all the snow?"

"What do you mean?" Ivan looked ahead of them and saw where the snow stopped to give way to black, dark soil. "That's strange…"

"Wait a minute." Gilbert hopped off his horse and picked up a stick from the snow. He went to the edge of the snow and dipped the stick into the moist ground. "It's not so deep over here. But that doesn't mean other spots won't suck us down."

"So what are we to do?" Ivan took out the map again and looked at the marked path. "Hmm…"

"I told you we went the wrong waaaaaay!" Gilbert said in a sing-song voice. Ivan cursed softly under his breath before he realized something. He had been holding the map upside down. The compass rose shouldn't have 'north' point 'south'. Ivan just smiled and crinkled the edges of the map.

"Oopsie."

"Gods above, you suck balls!" Gilbert hissed at him. "Please tell me that we are at LEAST in the general area?"

"Stop talking. Your voice can be very grating at times."

"You weren't complaining last nig-"

Gilbert froze and looked pass Ivan's body having seen something moving. He squinted his eyes to try and better make out what it was. Some yards away there was a large and very long creature woven in and out of some trees. It moved very slowly between the trees and for a second Gilbert assumed it was just a snake of some kind. But when the head uncoiled from a low branch to give sight to legs and antennas Gilbert knew right away what it was.

"Ivan?" He whispered softly.

"Hush. I'm thinking."

"No…Ivan…quietly, turn around and look behind you."

"Why?" Ivan turned his body and blinked at the sight of the monster in the distance. "That's it…isn't it?"

"Do you know of another massive centipede?" Gilbert moved to stand next to him. "It's moving slow so it hasn't spotted us yet."

"What do we do? Do we follow it? Fighting in this area with all the wet bogs and dirt wouldn't be an ideal place."

"Let's quietly follow it and see if it has a lair. Maybe we can smoke it out before we kill it." Gilbert went to their traveling bag to find some smoke bombs he was sure he had.

"What if it doesn't have a lair and we follow it for a long while?"

"Then…we simply attack it and hope for the best. Remember what Q said."

"Hmm…do we trust him?"

"Well, his words seemed true for attacking a large beast. I've hunted and killed many large monsters so his words make logical sense to me." Ivan put the map away and grabbed his axe. Gilbert finished tying the animals to the trees and removing his sword from the horse to sheath it. In case they couldn't get back to the horses or someone robbed them, Gilbert took the claw and diamonds along with him. "Ready Shaq?"

"You bet, Kobe." Ivan smiled. "Wish I had some hair spray for this battle."

"What?" Gilbert questioned and Ivan just shook his head.

"It's a little way in my world that you can use to kill bugs. It's sticky and makes all their legs stick together so they can't run."

"Sound's pretty brutal."

"But effective."

"True. Wish we had a LOT of it."

"Onward!"

Back at the castle, Feliciano's fever still had not break come the morning. Ludwig had already ordered for Arthur to be drug out of bed to further examine Feliciano's aliments. The sorcerer quietly huffed and complained to himself at his harsh treatment. He was starting to feel overworked. All he could do for Feliciano at the moment was give him more fever medicine and wait for it to break. If it didn't break after the second dose then he would start to worry. Currently he was more concerned for Ludwig than for the man who lay sick on the bed. The king wasn't acting himself and Arthur didn't like the looks he was giving Feliciano. He would have to put Alfred on guard in here just in case Ludwig tried something. The man was under a lot of stress now and never could deal properly with it.

"If his fever doesn't break by nightfall I will turn to other means."

"I want him better as soon as possible. I have too much going on to have Feliciano sick."

"Well I'm doing all I can. And I think it would do you good to rest."

"I don't have to rest. I'm staying here with Feli." Feliciano moved a bit on the bed and looked up at him with a little smile. His cheeks were flushed from the fever still and it reminded Ludwig of the first time they coupled without the rape. "Perhaps…I could go and eat some breakfast."

"That would be wise." Arthur answered quickly. "I'll stay with him until you come back."

Ludwig nodded and Arthur watched him leave before going to the edge of the bed. He had to contact Gilbert and Ivan to see how they were progressing. He figured the storm had slowed them down and he had to wonder if Gilbert was a full demon yet. Arthur crossed his legs and took the item into his hands, concentrating his magic to make the connection.

"It went down there." Gilbert whispered to Ivan, pointing his sword at the rump part of the centipede disappearing into the ground. Ivan lifted his axe and took a deep breath.

"Okay…let's think about this." He whispered back. "After you roll the smoke bomb and it comes out, I'll take your sword and stab through its backside or torso to hopefully pin it into place."

"Then I'll use my whip to hold it's head-"

"And I'll get under it to bash through its throat!" Gilbert grinned and they both slapped their hands together in a bro grab.

"Awesome! We got a plan!" A shadow loomed over them and they both slowly turned their heads to look upwards. The large Coral Centipede rose above them slowly, its long legs creaking loudly. Its forcipules spread and clanked together, its antennas twitching. "That's a big ass bug."

"Hmm…it's slightly different than the ones that I usually found in my bathroom…so…what's our plan now?" He kept staring at it.

"We run like scared little rabbits." Was Gilbert's answer.

"My favorite plan B! And we won't tell anyone." They both start to back away slowly. "We stood up to it like men." It reared further up and started to move on its back half.

"Of course…it does have a hundred legs on us…" Gilbert gripped his whip and stumbled a bit trying to back up.

"Technically ninety-six…"

"WHO CARES?"

The centipede hissed and spat out some reddish goo that hit a couple of trees. They were able to dodge it easily enough but the smoking trees confirmed Q's description of acid venom. Gilbert leapt out of the way and hid behind a tree. Ivan followed suit and had just missed a small squirt of venom. It dashed through the trees along the ground, weaving in and out of the trunks. Gilbert took this safe moment to get Ivan's attention and toss him the sword shouting 'keep the plan!'. Ivan had caught the sword and nodded, quickly replacing his battleaxe. The centipede spun around and came back at them but it moved too quickly for Ivan to get a proper jab.

Gilbert reached into his pouch and pulled out one of the smoke bombs. He pulled the little thread and lit it, tossing it at the centipede. The packet puffed out a cloud of smoke that surrounded it but the bomb did little to slow it down. Its body reared again and spewed more acid. It charged forward at them and this time Ivan was aware of its patterns. He kept a sharp eye on the moving body and when the ass end was near he stabbed it with the sword. But it didn't have the result they wanted. Gilbert's jaw dropped as he watched the blade snap in half once it hit the hard shell of the centipede. The failed attack had spooked the beast and it retreated into a tree. Only its coiled body was weaving through the branches. Ivan just looked at the broken sword and smiled, giving a hearty laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" Gilbert shouted at him.

"Because we're fucked!" Ivan tossed the sword aside and dropped to his knees on the ground. "It's hopeless…now I'll never see my Gilbie again…" He looked up at the gray sky. "I failed him again…"

"IVAN! DON'T GIVE UP!" Gilbert was afraid to leave his post, keeping his eye on the centipede in the tree.

'Gilbert!' Arthur had finally contacted them. 'Gilbert are you there? Ivan?'

"It's Gilbert…pretty bad timing, Arthur! We're in deep shit!"

'What's happening?'

"The centipede has a very hard shell and it broke our sword! We're out of options!"

'Do you have your spell bag with you?'

"Fuck! I left it back at the site!" Gilbert noticed the wind kicking up violently in the trees and he paused in his speech. His eyes slowly drifted from left to right, wondering where the sudden source of wind was coming from.

'Gilbert! Gilbert are you there?'

"Something's happening…"

There came a sound like an echoing bell but was hollow and deep. Gilbert watched as all the trees around him turned stark white and the negative space turn black. Ivan and himself were as white as the trees. Gilbert felt his body wash over with massive pain and he fell to the ground, screaming in agony. He could feel the nubs where the horns were stretching more to break through the skin. He heard his skin snap in his back and felt himself being lifted by the wings that now sprung forth. The horns were the most painful as the echoing of their birth rattled in his head as if it were going to explode.

'GILBERT!'

"GILBERT!"

Ivan broke from his sorrow when he realized what was happening to his lover and sped to his side. All he could do was offer comforting words that did little to ease Gilbert's suffering. He had to quickly cover his ears as a loud, high pitched squealing emerged from the tree where the centipede lay. When the sound stopped he looked back to see the large beast tumble from the tree. It wriggled violently for a moment on its back before falling to the side to coil up. What frightened Ivan most at the moment was not the dead bug on the ground but the large pendulum that stuck up from its center.

'Someone tell me what is going on?'

"Arthur…Q is here. The Soul Chaser…"

'Damn it! Try to keep your distance from him!'

"He killed the Coral Centipede…"

Q came out from around the back of the tree with the chain of the pendulum still in his hands. He looked at them for a moment and then to the centipede. Ivan was torn between trying to comfort Gilbert's transformation and running with his axe raised at Q. Ivan couldn't help but watch as Q pulled out the pendulum and made it disappear. He reached his armor-clad hand inside the bug and ripped out one of the bones. Holding it in his hand, he held it up to show Ivan and then tossed it at him. Ivan quickly caught it and looked from the bone to Q in shock. He turned to look at Gilbert only to find that the man was gone.

"Gilbert?"

The second he looked at Q was when he saw Gilbert's now demon form latch itself onto the Soul Chaser's back. Q hissed and roared as he tried to shake Gilbert off of him. Ivan looked at Gilbert with his mouth agape. His white demon wings were spread wide as his claws gripped onto Q's helmet. His legs and white tail were wrapped around the armored waist, holding himself in place. Gilbert's eyes were no longer pink like a proper albino but bright red. Even his horns were a solid white.

"DEMON! GET OFF OF ME!" Q roared and swung his arms, trying to tear Gilbert off. It appeared that Gilbert's strength had doubled and his claws were starting to burn through the armor. All Ivan could do was stuff the bone into his belt pouch as best he could. Q was losing this battle with Gilbert. Ivan contemplated on running to the beast and hacking his belly with his axe but he feared he might harm his old Gilbert. The spirit was still inside of Q and he wouldn't take the risk. "BASTARD! LEAVE MEEEE!"

Gilbert's forearms were grabbed at the moment Q had glowed purple. The Soul Chaser tossed him over his head but Gilbert had not let go of the helmet. With his new demon strength the wolf skull helmet ripped off and rolled onto the ground with him. Gilbert leapt to his feet and held the helmet close while growling his new fangs at Q. Q still had his head bowed to shield his face. Ivan slowly stood up and stared at the light hair that was the very same shade as his own. When Q finally lifted his head he was struck dumb at the very image of himself staring back at him with a devilish smile.

"You're…me."

"Ding, ding, ding. You're correct." The other Ivan giggled back at him. "You should be thanking me right now. I just helped you beat the centipede and now you have an incubus albino demon in your mitts." He said as he smiled at Gilbert. "Surely you don't want the little old soul in my belly anymore?" He winked back at Ivan.

"Of course I do!" Ivan glared at his mirror image. "Why are you me? Why do you look just like me? Is this a trick?" While waiting for his answer Gilbert had hurried over to him, staying close by his side.

"Hmm…everything will explained in due time, Ivan. I helped you obtain the last item you needed because I would love to see your hopes shattered into a thousand pieces." His long and purple tongue came out to lick at his lips. "It will be so delightful."

"Silence, or my claws will find themselves buried in your skull!" Gilbert hissed.

"Oh, I'm not through with you yet. You're an ancient deity within yourself. I am most curious to learn more. Oh! Oh wait! Oh no, my belly!"

Q pretended to be in pain by doubling over, holding his gut. Gilbert and Ivan looked at him in curiosity and fury, wondering what he was doing. He arched his back and threw his arms out wide while a starry vortex formed around his chest and midsection that slowly spread to his arms. They watched in awe and horror as the solid form of Gilbert's spirit began to emerge. The solid form hung from Q's body from the torso up. Gilbert remained in a crucified manner on Q's body, his legs and lower body tucked away just below the 'v' of his groin. The bullet wound was still throbbing and dripping heavily with blood. Ivan felt his bottom lip tremble and his body shake with a mix of emotions at the sight of his lover.

"See anything you like?" Q asked with a smirk before throwing his head back to laugh manically.

"GILBERT!" Ivan cried out to him but the body did not respond to his calls.

"I will tear him from you!" Gilbert growled and readied himself to attack but another force stopped him short. Q leapt back in sudden surprise when a yellow vortex opened behind them and a sorcerer jumped out.

"ARTHUR?" Gilbert cried in surprise.

"NO TIME TO EXPLAIN! LET'S GO!"

He gripped their arms and jumped back through the vortex but not before catching a glimpse of the gruesome scene. The vortex sewed itself back up and Q found himself standing alone. He stood there with a blank expression on his face, shuffling his lips back and forth. His fingers wiggled at his sides before slowly clenching into fists.

"Transportation spells, hm? Witty sorcerer." He chuckled. "Yet I wonder how he knew where to find us? I burn with curiosity." Q brought his hand up to stroke Gilbert's neck before yanking it up to his mouth. He let his tongue glide along the smooth skin as he thought. "I can travel pretty fast myself. What do you say, little lamb? Shall we make our way back to that castle and have a little fun? I'm not done playing with them yet. You give them an inch and they take a mile." He shot up through the trees and landed effortlessly on the treetop, looking out at the wilderness. The castle was only a tiny little speck in the distance. "Let's go fuck myself up." He laughed at his own joke and leapt high into the sky. Whistling an ancient tune the Soul Chaser simply skipped along the sky towards the castle.

End Part 2 Chapter 6 TBC

***We have only one or two chapters left to go! I'm not sure if I will split them up or keep it as one solid chapter. I am debating on how to end it and I may end up writing an alternate ending. I'm going to think about it more and discuss the ideas in hopes of coming up with only one ending. ^_^ Suggestions welcomed!
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