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Decadence Escaping
By : FlayraDowitcher
Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers
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***Warning: Sex, smut, non-con, language

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Chapter 2

Alfred lay spread eagle on the bed with his tunic hiked up around his waist. He was panting for breath as he watched Winter leave the room, closing the door behind him. His body was trembling lightly with aftershocks of sex, which Winter so ‘graciously’ bestowed upon him. As much as his mind and heart hated it, his body would always betray him with giving in to the pleasure. It always hurt the most after the deed was done and his body had given control back to his mind. When it felt he had gathered enough strength he rolled over onto his side and pulled the thin blanket over his body. Winter allowed him a short while to rest up before he had to return to his duties and it was always these times when Alfred thought back to his past.

‘Hey dad! Dad!’ Alfred stumbled down the rotten wooden steps as he tried to get both shoes on at the same time.

‘Alfred, honestly! Put your shoes on when you’re sitting down.” Said his father, who was one of the town’s blacksmiths. His hammer clanked loudly against the burning iron object he was currently working on. Alfred was so used to the burning smell and clanging sounds that he hardly heard them anymore. He went over to the black cauldron and stirs its contents before taking a few ladle fulls. ‘Alfred! Save some for later! That has to last us another day.’

‘Sorry dad, but I’m just excited!’ He ran to the window. ‘Today is the day of the town fair! I can’t wait to play all the games and dance with the girls and-‘

‘But you promised you’d help me work today. I really, really need to get these projects done, Alfred. I can’t do it by myself.’

‘Haha! I know, that’s because you’re an old man! But don’t worry! I won’t be gone long and I’ll help you when I come back!’ His father looked at him with tired eyes and slumped shoulders.

‘You haven’t helped me in awhile, Alfred…I could really use your help…’

‘I said I’ll help when I get back! I’ll win something nice for you, okay? Bye!’ Alfred skipped out of the house and hurried down the street to the center of town where the festival was. He had spent almost all of the morning there, winning games and coins, eating food and dancing with the village girls. He held a nicely carved wooden statue of a hawk for his father that he had won in a game. Alfred paused in his walk when he saw four horses tied up to the post outside of his house. Alfred tucked the statue into his belt and tiptoed around to the side of the house, peeking up over the open windowsill. His eyes widened a bit when he saw four men surrounding his father, all armed with a club or sword. His father was covered in soot and appeared to be bleeding from his nose or mouth. Alfred had to wonder who these men were but one thing was for sure they weren’t friendly.

‘Where’s the money that you owe us?’ Asked the biggest man who must be the leader.

‘I-I don’t have it yet. Please…just give me another couple of days to finish my work! The customers are waiting for their goods and if I just have a few more days to work on them I can pay you!’

‘You gave us that excuse last time!’ Said another, pounding the club in his hand. ‘We lent you the money and now we want it BACK!’

‘Just give me a few more days! Please!’ His father pleaded.

‘It’s too late for that! You know the penalty if you fail to pay us and you HAVE!’

Right before his eyes, Alfred saw the sword of the leader go straight through his father’s stomach and out his back. Alfred stared at the horrible scene wide-eyed as his father’s body fell to the floor. He wanted to scream but his body was frozen with terror. The other men started kicking or beating him with their clubs and Alfred couldn’t contain his scream any longer. All the men turned to look at the window as Alfred climbed through it, crying as he ran to the fallen body of his father. Before he could reach him, the leader grabbed him around the waist and held tight.

‘DAD! DAD! LET ME GO!’ Alfred struggled in the man’s arms but he could not break from the hold. His father’s body just lay in a pool of blood on the floor, twitching and sputtering. ‘DAD!’

‘You’re dad’s dead, kid! He failed to pay his dues!’

‘NO! NO LET ME GO! I HAVE TO HELP HIM!’

‘He’s as good as dead!’ Said the leader with a laugh. ‘But we still need our payment from him! And you’ll do nicely!’ Alfred’s eyes widened and he looked back at the man holding him. The man gave a broad grin. ‘You’re young and strong, not to mention being easy on the eyes! We’ll fetch a nice price for you at the slave auction!’

‘NO! NO LET ME GO! LET ME GOOOOOOO! DADDY! DAD!’ Alfred tried to reach for him as the men pulled him further and further away.

“Why didn’t I help him out more?” Alfred whispered to himself, sitting up in the bed. “If only I wasn’t so lazy then maybe…no, I have to stop thinking that way. It won’t bring dad back from the dead.” He stood up from the bed and cleaned himself with the rag that was always left hanging on the bedpost. “How was I supposed to know?” He continued talking to himself as he slipped his shoes on. “Now I’m being punished for it…stuck as a slave. But I’ll have my freedom. I’ll find a way to escape! Then I’ll wait a bit for things to get better and then I will take up my dad’s career in his place!”

Alfred had always pushed the truth of that dreaded day far back in his mind. Since there was nothing he could do about it now he would not let his spirit fall pray to the memory. Sometimes it was easier to ignore the things that haunt you. You would never forget them but there was no need to dwell on them. Alfred took a deep breath and let it out, pounding his chest with his fist.

“Keep on smiling!” He said proudly and left the room to hurry back to the orchard.

Hopefully Ivan would still be there and they could talk some more. Now that he knew Ivan’s true feelings he couldn’t wait to see where their relationship would go. It was dangerous, yes, but to Alfred, that made it all the more exciting. Ivan was different from the others he knew mainly because he was the only male here who respected him. The silver haired man didn’t talk much about himself but always hid behind a cheerful smile. It was obvious that Ivan was haunted by something and chances are he did not want to talk about it. He had to admit to himself that he hardly knew anything personal about Ivan even though they had been friends. Alfred was more open about his life and his ideals than Ivan was. Whenever Alfred asked about his homeland or his family, Ivan would just smile and say that he doesn’t remember. But Alfred knew that was a lie for he had seen it in Ivan’s eyes. He hoped that now, since they had confessed their love for each other, Ivan would tell him more about himself.

Alfred did not want just his lust for Ivan to be the only thing he admired about the powerful male. Ivan had told him how much he had wanted Alfred from the moment he saw him, but that wasn’t enough for him. Alfred wanted more of Ivan and he was determined to learn all about him. If Ivan was troubled by his past then maybe Alfred could help him heal. One thing that bothered him about his desired lover was the hopelessness he saw in those violet eyes when he spoke of freedom. Alfred always spoke of freedom and how much he wanted it but Ivan didn’t seem to share the same passion for it as he did. Why didn’t he? Why would he want to be free from this prison? The empire had no right keeping them as slaves just because they were different or of lower status. They were all people just the same. He just needed to find a way to make Ivan think like he did then maybe they could escape together. Alfred smiled at that thought but it quickly turned into a grin when he saw Ivan carrying two large baskets of fruits.

“Ivan!” Alfred called to him and rushed to his side.

“Alfred…are you all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m used to it. You should know that by now.” Alfred smiled and took one of the baskets from him. “Let me help you.”

“I’d rather you not have to strain yourself.” Ivan took the basket back. “I like helping you.” Alfred smiled at him.

“You’re sweet.” Alfred said and followed him to the gate where Ivan placed the baskets of fruits down with the others. The house servants would come shortly to bring the fruits into the kitchen.

“Do you need to pick any more?” Ivan asked him.

“Yes, I need to gather a basket of grapes for the wine.” Ivan nodded and picked up an empty basket. Alfred led him to the grape orchard and started picking the ripest ones, laying them in the basket. Ivan continued to watch him and Alfred could feel the man’s eyes on him. He turned to glance over his shoulder and flash him a coy smile. “You’re staring again.”

“How can I not?” Alfred chuckled and ducked around one of the grape orchards, peeking at him from between the vines.

“It’s important to blink, you know.”

“Ah, true.” Ivan ducked in the same spot but Alfred quickly circled back around. “Are we playing tag?”

“You’re the one chasing after me. I’m just picking grapes.” Alfred started to walk along the line of grapes and Ivan followed alongside him on the opposite side, their eyes never leaving the other’s gaze. Between every few vines Ivan would catch a glimpse of Alfred’s smile and it made his heart skip a beat. “Seeing some ripe ones?”

“I see one but it keeps moving.” He heard Alfred’s laughter from the other side, followed by a softer voice.

“Alfred?” Ivan paused, recognizing it as a woman’s voice.

“Yes?”

“I thought I could find you here. I was sent to tell you that Master Winter has to accompany Master Sardar into town for a while. He said he wants you waiting for him in…in his bed tonight…when he gets back.” Ivan gripped the basket handles tightly.

“I’ll be there. Thank you.”

“We’re taking a water break if you’d like to come?” She offered sweetly.

“Nah, I’m okay.” Ivan could hear her walking away and then Alfred ducked under the vines to join him. “He’s leaving!” Alfred knocked the basket out of Ivan’s hands and wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing him into a kiss.

Ivan was shocked at first, feeling those soft lips pressed against his own. He felt Alfred’s fingers snake through his hair as he deepened the kiss, opening his mouth to invite Ivan in. Ivan wrapped his arms around Alfred’s waist in response and took the invitation, thrusting his tongue inside. Alfred moaned into his mouth, letting their tongues duel and explore. Ivan had to pull away from the kiss right then as he realized they were out in the middle of the orchard where anyone could see.

“We can’t do this…not here.” Ivan saw Alfred’s flushed face turn into a pleasant grin before the smaller man took his hand.

“I know of a place! They’re all on a water break! And besides, the other slaves don’t care enough. They hate Winter and love me. They have nothing to gain by telling.”

“Alfred…”

“Come on!” Alfred drug him through the orchards all the way to the end of the rows where there was a garden shed. “No one ever comes here… we just have to make sure we’re quiet.” He winked at him and Ivan couldn’t help but grin stupidly.

He knew they were taking a chance but with their masters gone they had a moment to be together. Alfred opened up the creaky door and pulled him inside before closing it. The shed was full of old dusty tools and broken baskets with cobwebs in ever corner. It wasn’t a royal bedchamber, but it was far better than nothing. He felt Alfred come up behind him and hug his waist, resting his cheek against the sun warmed back. His hands snaked up Ivan’s chest, wiping away the small beads of sweat from the hot skin. Ivan leaned his head back and let out a soft groan at those talented little hands.

“Wow…being a fighter really builds you up. Now that I’m feeling you…it’s nothing like what I imagined.”

“Hmph…” he chuckled. “And what did you imagine?”

“That you’d be more soft and…pudgy?” Ivan spun around and pulled Alfred’s lithe body against his, letting him feel his erection against his lower belly.

“Is that what you call ‘pudgy’?”

“That’s what I call ‘girth’.”

Alfred leaned up and crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss. Ivan returned the kiss and lifted the light body easily from the floor, carrying his lover over to the small table there. He sat Alfred down upon it, their lips never breaking apart. He felt Alfred’s legs wrap around his waist and pull his body closer. Ivan finally broke the kiss to latch his lips onto Alfred’s neck, pressing soft kisses there. He did not want to leave any marks so he had to control himself. Alfred moaned softly and traced the muscle contours of Ivan’s back, feeling scars both old and new. He pushed the cloth off of Alfred’s shoulder and kissed him there, wishing he had the time to kiss every inch of this perfect body. But he knew they had to make this fast since a chance like this may not always come so easily. He would have wanted to prolong it with all his might but it just wasn’t possible. Alfred deserved more than quick tumbles and fast fucks in a dirty old shed.

“Make love to me, Ivan.” Alfred breathed against his ear.

“I can’t make love to you like this…” Ivan brought their lips together in a quick kiss, both panting with lust and want.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s making love no matter how or where it’s done…as long as you care deeply for the person.” Ivan growled a bit and quickly hiked up Alfred’s tunic, his eyes never leaving those deep blue pools.

“I promise I will love you properly one day…”

“Yes…when we are free, most likely.” Ivan did not respond to that but brought his fingers down to Alfred’s entrance. The other man batted his hand away. “No…we don’t have time for that. I have to feel you in me…I’ve been waiting for it for so long…”

“Have you?” Ivan smirked and quickly shuffled his pants down enough to free his erection but decided to leave the scarf on. He gripped Alfred’s hips to pull him halfway off the edge of the table. “So I’m not wrong to say that my cock twitched when I first saw you?” Alfred grinned and gave him a quick kiss.

“I feel honored.” Ivan pressed the tip of member against Alfred’s entrance.

“Are you sure?”

“Disgusting as it is…I’m stretched already from Winter-OW!” Alfred cried out as Ivan’s fingers dung deeply into his skin.

“Don’t mention his name!”

“S-Sorry…I won’t do it again.”

“Good.”

Ivan positioned him again before he started to push his way up into him. Alfred’s body was better than he could have ever imagined, so hot and tight despite the fact that he had just previously been taken. Alfred’s fingers dug into Ivan’s back as his other hand gripped the table for leverage. Alfred’s body was eagerly swallowing him in and it wasn’t long before he was buried to the hilt inside that heavenly heat. He paused once he was fully seated, just wanting to make this moment last. He never thought this moment would come and he wanted to savor it for as long as he could. Alfred, however, had other ideas.

“Move Ivan…hurry…!” he moaned out the words, curling his legs around Ivan’s waist. “You feel so good…!”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Ivan asked him and Alfred replied with a smile.

“More than okay! You’re much bigger than the other two! Show me what a real man and lover can deliver!” He kissed him. “Make them go away…my body wants to know only you.”

Ivan lost it at those last words and he pulled out before he thrust back in. He would have taken it a bit slower but his pent up lust got the better of him and he thrust hard into him. Alfred’s grip tightened around his shoulders and he had to bite down on his lip to keep from crying out. His ass was at the perfect level for Ivan’s cock and it forced its way deeper into that tight cavern. He set himself a fast pace, his hands never leaving Alfred’s waist as he pounded into him. Alfred lulled his head back and gasped out in whispered pleasure, his eyes screwing shut as he fought to hold back his cries. Ivan took that moment to latch his lips onto the creamy neck once again, kissing and licking as he continued to thrust.

“Ivan!” Alfred gasped out, rocking his body forward to meet Ivan’s thrusts. “So good…gods above don’t stop!”

Alfred wanted nothing more than to cry out Ivan’s name in a mantra as his body was showered with constant pleasure. His whole body was shaking with ecstasy at the perfect movements of his lover. It had hurt at first because Ivan was much bigger than his masters and it took a moment for him to get used to it. When he did it was like a flash of lighting to his brain, overflowing his mind with pleasure. Ivan was rock solid when he was erect, unlike his masters who thought so highly of themselves in ‘that’ department. Not a quarter of what they do to him could even equal to Ivan’s perfect movements. Ivan’s cock was buried so deep inside that Alfred thought it would break him. This was only one position where Ivan’s rock hard cock was driving him insane with pent up pleasure. He had to wonder what other ways could bring him more or equal pleasure.

“Alfred…you’re perfect…” Ivan breathed against his lips as he kissed him deeply, letting their tongues meet. “So fucking perfect…I’m never going to let you go.” Ivan continued his sharp thrusts, striking his sweet spot without fail. Alfred wrapped both his arms around Ivan’s neck now as he let the man torment his prostate. “I want so much to hear your cries of pleasure…I want to hear how good I’m making you feel…I want you crying out my name as I fuck this sweet body! My name and no other!” Ivan growled out the last words as he roughly shoved into him, making Alfred bite down on his lip once again.

“I won’t! If I can help it, I won’t!” He gasped out against Ivan’s lips, bringing his hands up to grip the silver hair. “I want only you, Ivan…no other! Just don’t stop! I’m almost there!” Alfred nearly squeaked out the last words as he felt his climax rising and traveling through his body. Ivan continued to grunt and moan as he thrust into him, feeling himself nearing his own completion as well. He turned his head back to look at Alfred and saw that the man had tears trailing from his eyes.

“Alfred-?“

“You can’t cum in me!” He wrapped his arms tightly around him and held him close. “He’ll know! They’ll both know!” Ivan growled dangerously and thrust harder into him, making Alfred’s tear filled eyes roll back in his head in delight. Alfred came between them, never having reached such a satisfying orgasm befoer. It did not, however, cease his tears from falling and he could feel Ivan’s thick cock tightening inside him. “Please don’t…gods above…please!”

Alfred begged him, panting heavily as Ivan’s thrusts were still sending waves of delicious pleasure through his veins. Ivan grit his teeth to the point where his gums began to bleed as it took all of his restraint to yank himself from Alfred’s body and spill his cum onto the floor. Ivan panted heavily as he tried to catch his breath with both pleasure and rage racking his body. He slammed his fist onto the table beside Alfred’s sweat-damped body, startling the man. Ivan turned his dangerous lust filled onto Alfred and gripped the wheat colored hair in his fist. Alfred hissed in pain but continued to let his tears fall over his flushed cheeks. Ivan brought his lips into another deep kiss, growling into his mouth as he nearly devoured him. Alfred sputtered a bit and tried to push Ivan off of him as the larger man pressed his body to the table. Ivan finally broke the kiss and Alfred took in a deep gulp of air.

“I’m sorry…” Ivan whispered against his lips. “I didn’t mean to be rough…I just lost my temper a bit…thinking of you with Winter or Sardar.” Alfred couldn’t stop his tears from falling as he looked up at Ivan. Ivan’s features soften as he brushed away the tears with his thumbs. “Damn it all, Alfred…what have you done to me? I am sworn to serve my masters willingly until my death…and yet I only wish to serve you. I don’t want you with them. I don’t want these gorgeous legs to spread for another man but myself. Only I want to feel these beautiful arms wrapped around my neck, gripping tightly as I thrust into a perfect body.” Alfred smiled at him as he let out an amused sob.

“I want us to be free together…we can be free one day…free to be ourselves and do whatever we wish! We won’t have to answer to anyone but each other. We only need each other, Ivan…we don’t need anyone else.” Ivan looked away and Alfred moved his face back to look at his. “I plan to be free, Ivan. I will find a way to escape this hellhole…and I want you to come with me.”

“Alfred…I’d walk into the Dark Wolf’s mouth if that is where you wanted to go. I’d gladly let it feast on my soul to see you happy.” He knew Alfred wanted to ask what he was referring to but those stories were for another day. He sat Alfred up, running a hand through the soft wheat colored hair. “But freedom…freedom and hope…that’s something I lost long ago, Alfred. I don’t know if I can ever get those feelings back.” Alfred wiped at his tears and smiled softly at Ivan.

“You’ve just lost your way, Ivan. I’m sure you’ve suffered greatly and you feel defeated, but I haven’t lost hope. I will have the hope of freedom for both of us if need be! I will see us free, Ivan. I swear it to you.” Ivan smiled softly and kissed him, resting his callused hand against his cheek.

“Just your words and smile give me a small spark of hope. I just fear you are chasing a dream, Alfred, and I don’t want to see your innocent spirit crushed if you fail. That would kill me if I were to see your gorgeous smile fade away…to see the light of hope flicker away from these blue eyes. I’d rather blind myself than see that.”

“Ivan…I…I love you.” Alfred wrapped his arms tightly around him, kissing his neck. “I love you so much…I want to see you happy! I’ll set us both free! I swear it to you upon all the old gods and the new! I will see our chains of bondage broken!” Ivan smiled at the hopeful words coming from his beautiful lover and he couldn’t bear the thought of crushing them.

“I know you will. I have every faith in you, Alfred.”

“Damn it…we have to get back to work!” Alfred moaned and slumped against Ivan. “I just want to stay in your arms forever.”

“Believe me, there is no other place I rather you be than in my arms…where I can protect you and shield you from all harm.” He kissed him again before helping him off the table. “You leave first. I will follow shortly after so as to not draw attention to ourselves.” Alfred nodded and wiped away his tears. He looked at Ivan’s limp cock and laughed, helping the man to pull his pants back up.

“I’m afraid I’ve gotten some of…myself…on your sash there.” Ivan gave him a lopsided smile.

“It’s fine. It has been tainted with many things before but this is by far its most favorite.” Alfred chuckled at that and leaned up to kiss him again.

“Until next time?” Ivan nodded.

“Until next time. Be safe.” Alfred smiled and nodded at him, blowing him a kiss before leaving the shed. Ivan looked down at his scarf and untied it, bringing it up to his face. He rubbed it against his face, sliding it from cheek to cheek as he pictured his homeland. There was still the smell of pine and mountain air in its threads but now another scent was added to it. It was the smell of Alfred’s arousal and lust, which made his cock tighten again. “Alfred…my love…” He buried his nose in the scarf. “If your dreams of freedom ever do come true…then I promise to take you to my homeland…it matches your free spirit and loving nature. You will prosper there…” Taking another heavy whiff of the fabric again, he tied it back around his waist and peeked around the door before stepping outside into the sun. He had his fun but now there was work that needed to be done.

Ivan did not see Alfred for the rest of the day after their coupling in the shed. He had to begin his daily training and he usually started it once the sun began to set. Since Winter wasn’t present for most of the time, Ivan focused on core training and weight lifting. He spent the most time doing reps with the various sized stone barbells. Once he was satisfied with the amount of reps he chose to do some crunches on the training bar. He always chose to do these upside down because he was able to look at the open sky above him as he did. Blinking the sweat out of his eyes he noticed a figure walking up to him. Ivan paused in his workout as he recognized the figure as Alfred and he chose to hang there. Alfred was just as picturesque upside down as he was right side up.

“Thirsty? I’m doing water rounds.” Ivan saw the water bucket in his right hand.

“Very.” Ivan gripped the bar and lifted himself off of it. Alfred already had the wide ladle filled with water for him and Ivan drank it down quickly in one gulp.

“You’re welcomed to another. Fighters get extra.” Ivan smiled softly and dipped the ladle back into the water.

“I usually don’t like doing this since it is unfair to the others…but I do have to think of myself sometimes.” He drank down another ladle full.

“The others aren’t betted on like you are. Master Sardar is cruel to have you fight others to a bloody pulp just for sport. Even his dog fights make me sick to my stomach.”

“Just like those dogs…I have no choice. Living is more important. It’s kill or be killed.” Ivan responded and turned to pick up one of the barbells. Alfred sat the bucket down on the ground.

“Those sit-ups you were doing seemed pretty hard, being upside down and all.”

“They are challenging but I find them the most successful in building up by abdomen.” Ivan smirked and suddenly dropped the barbell. “Try them out for yourself. Land me a good hard punch right here.” Ivan said as he patted his stomach.

“What?” Alfred chuckled. “I might hurt you.” Ivan rolled his eyes.

“I’ve had harder punches, believe me. Come on, give it a try. Just try not to get turned on by it.” Ivan grinned and Alfred raised an amused eyebrow at the challenge.

“Well, since you’ve put it THAT way…” Alfred gave his right arm a wiggle before curling his hand into a fist. “Don’t cry when I knock you off your feet!” Alfred let his fist collide with Ivan’s abs and he felt his knuckles scream in pain. “GAHH!” Alfred flopped his hand around in the air, whimpering in pain. “What the hell?! Does Master Winter feed you rocks or something?!” Ivan laughed and took Alfred’s wrist in his hand to bring the redden knuckles up to his mouth for a soothing kiss.

“My love,” He whispered softly. “Who taught you to punch?” Alfred narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“Why?”

“You punch like a child.” Alfred’s cheeks puffed out.

“I do NOT punch like a little kid!”

“Don’t get defensive. Here, let me show you how to properly punch. If you keep punching like that you’ll end up breaking your wrist or damaging your arm.” He poked Alfred’s nose.

“Aren’t you worried about us getting caught?”

“This is innocent. We are slaves and are allowed to talk to one another.” He took Alfred’s arm and straightened it. “Your biggest mistake was not having your wrist and hand level with your arm.” Ivan lined his arm up properly. “You want your punch to be one solid force. Pow.”

“So I just have to keep my arm level?”

“Yes, but you have to hold it back and tighten your muscles. Bend it down at your side, fist up.” He bent Alfred’s arm for him. “Then you want to bring it up, straighten it, and let loose.” Ivan did it for him. “Now you try it.” Alfred looked at his fist and then repeated the steps that Ivan showed him. He felt a little ridiculous punching at the air and noticed a padded pole.

“Can I punch that? Those sacks seem soft.”

“That’s actual a kick pole but I suppose you could punch at the pads there. Give it a try.” Alfred walked over to it and started punching at the pads, succeeding in only amusing Ivan.

“You’re not using enough force. Of course, that’s because you don’t have the proper muscle. You have to really throw your weight into it. Like this.” Ivan’s fist shot out and he punched the kicking pole, splintering it slightly. Alfred just gawked at the splintered crater on the wooden surface.

“How do you NOT break noses with a punch like that?”

“Ah, I do, sometimes. I’m trained enough to know how much force to put behind a punch. When I’m in the arena, I can’t let the fight be over in one solid punch. The masters will find no fun in that.”

“That’s so very cruel of them.” Alfred said with a shake of his head. “Well, thanks for the lesson! I do have to be going now…dinnertime.” Ivan nodded.

“Of course. I’m going to go fetch mine as well.”

“You know…watching you work out like that really got me excited.” Alfred’s eyes sparkled at him and Ivan felt a pleasant chill travel down his spine.

“Carefully watch me more often then.”

Alfred winked at him before he left, taking the water bucket with him. Ivan put away the barbells and went wiped the sweat from his brow. Now that the sun had gone down the temperature was much cooler. He went to the dinner line and awaited his meal, which turned out to be more boiled goose. Without complaint, he sat down to begin his minimal feast. He took his time eating the meat, finding it more filling to eat slowly than quickly. When he was done and licking his fingers, one of the overseers came up to him.

“Hey, Cycraian! Master Winter wants to see you in his room. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting!”

Ivan put the bowl down and got up from the bench. Ignoring the overseer, Ivan made his way to Winter’s room. Their rooms were just part of one solid stone corridor with only walls separating their quarters. Some rooms had doors while others had flaps. Winter’s room was the biggest of all and his had a solid wooden door. He knocked on the door and was greeted with the sounds of heavy panting. His stomach turned an icy cold for he knew what was happening behind that door.

“Come in.” He heard Winter’s gruff voice answer and he had no choice but to enter. Sure enough, Winter had HIS Alfred bent over the bed on his knees and stomach while he thrust casually into him. They were both facing the door so Alfred could advert his embarrassed hurt eyes from Ivan. His face was lightly flushed as he cried out softly, gripping the sheets in his fists. Ivan could feel his anger and jealously boiling inside of him, threatening to burst if he did not control himself. He had to focus on Winter instead of Alfred’s rocking body and gentle cries. “Good, I’m glad you came. I wanted to talk with you about tomorrow night’s fight.”

“Master…can’t it wait until after you are…finished?” Winter smirked at him and gave a particularly hard thrust into Alfred, wringing a sharp cry from him.

“We can still talk. I’m very good at multitasking.” He chuckled and thrust hard into him again. Ivan was finding it difficult to control his facial features as he felt his eyebrows slope in anger and rage. Winter, however, was not bothering to look at him as he spoke, focusing on Alfred’s back instead. “You’re fighting two men tomorrow. Both are from the Lotus house.” Ivan gave a nod, hearing only Alfred’s soft cries of forced pleasure. “Master Lotus will be there with his fucking wife and she’s a real harpy. Be prepared to kill your opponents once you beat them. She’ll make you.”

“Yes Master.” Ivan said flatly and couldn’t help but let his eyes travel to Alfred’s rocking body. Alfred’s eyes looked up into his, silently pleading with him not to look.

“Don’t feel guilty for looking. It’s hard to ignore the act in front of you.” Winter said with a breathy chuckle, speeding up his thrusts slightly. Alfred’s cries still stung at Ivan’s ears and his face had to be turning red by now. “Also, one of the fighters is almost your height, so take that into consideration.” Ivan nodded slowly, sneering when he saw Winter licking his lips at the pleasure he was experiencing. “So rest up. Fuck yes…one minute.” Winter ordered and he quickened his thrusts, making Alfred cry out loudly with each one.

Ivan felt his body tensing up with each heavy grunt from his master as he took in the pleasures of his lover’s body. There was no torture and punishment that was as brutal as this. He would gladly offer his back for a thousand lashes than see his lover forced into sex like this. He closed his eyes when he heard Winter cum with a grunt, the boiled goose from dinner threatening to reappear on the floor. He opened his eyes again to see Alfred panting and Winter pressing himself in as far as he could go. The elder man smirked and pat Alfred’s hip before pulling out, tucking himself back into his pants.

“Fetch me some wine.” He ordered and Alfred, still panting, stood up from the bed to do as he was told. Alfred couldn’t help but shy away from Ivan as he passed by, whispering ‘forgive me’ as he did. Ivan’s back straightened and he closed his eyes, doing his best to calm himself. “He’s such a big mouth, that one, but fuck him right and he shuts up.” Winter said as he cracked his back. “I want to start your training early tomorrow morning. Don’t be late or you’ll know the strength of my whip.” Winter threatened and Ivan bowed his head.

“I understand.”

“You have a tough fight coming up and I won’t have you lose.”

“Master, I don’t lose.” Ivan lifted his head to stare at him with unseeing violet orbs. Winter hadn’t a clue of the rage, jealousy, and fury dancing behind those eyes. “I don’t lose to anyone or anything.”

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