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A Storm of Sunflowers	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 4890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***The reviews are awesome, as usual! Thanks again, everyone! Sorry this took longer than normal. Work had caught up with me and there just didn’t seem to be enough time in the day, know what I mean? :D Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

***Warnings: Hard-core yaoi ahead, bad language, uncomfortable scenes (NO ANIMALS WERE ACTUALLY HARMED IN THE WRITING OF THIS FIC!) It’s all for the plot, folks.

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter 26

“Do I look barbaric enough?”

Ludwig could not help his eyes traveling up and down Ivan’s disgustingly disguised body. Everything was perfectly done and if he did not know what Ivan did he would have already mistaken him for one of the barbarians. Ludwig was debating on whether he should give in to his curiously and ask Ivan how he did it in detail or just leave well enough alone. Sometimes it was better to not know, especially when it is bizarre like this. Ingenious yes, but bizarre. But what was Ivan expecting him to say? Good job? You look great! Who’s your designer? His legs were beginning to tremble as he entertained the idea of just running away. It would be completely against his morals and his nature but this was something one does not encounter often.

“Well?” Ivan was growing impatient with Ludwig’s silence. However, there was one flaw that Ludwig noticed.

“Uh…well…you certainly do look like them…but…well…” The corner of his lip curled up as he tried to think of how to say it. “Uh…your eyes, sir. I’ve seen many of them up close and brown or black seems to be highly dominant in the race.” Ivan just chuckled.

“Yes, you are correct! However, I have already thought of a way around that!” Ivan walked over to him but made sure to use the mutilated body as an unnecessary step stone. The squishing sounds and hissing gases from the dead body made Ludwig’s eye twitch. “Let us walk to the medic’s tent! I hear he uses this special kind of eye drop that keeps the white of your eyes yellow for quite some time! It will cover the pigment of my eyes. I’ll look like a barbarian who has a simple illness!”

“W-What on earth does he use it for?” Ludwig asked.

“Checking for particles in the eye.” He smiled and pats Ludwig on the back. “Lets go then!”

Ludwig just sighed heavily and walked alongside of the decorated Ivan, trying to ignore all the strange stares he was receiving. He hoped they were for Ivan and not for him. He couldn’t help but stare at the long black braided hair that Ivan had somehow pasted to his own skull. Not one strand of silver hair peeked out from under the stolen mass. Ludwig decided to ask even though he knew he would regret his answers.

“Hey…how did you…you know...?” He tapped his head and Ivan smirked.

“More tree sap, of course! I just took big old globs of it in my hands and squished it through my hair! Then I carefully placed the scalp skin and hair on top of my own and, ta-da! I am a southern world barbarian!”

‘You’re a nutcase!’ Ludwig said to himself but he just nodded as they came upon the medic’s tent. Gilbert was bandaged up and resting on a single crush on his left side. He was out to enjoy the fresh air and the hot sun on his face. “Brother, I see you are feeling well?” Ludwig was never happier than to suddenly engage in conversation with his older brother.

“Yeah, I’m feeling just peachy and- SHIT! What the hell?” Gilbert’s eyes were glued to Ivan’s decorated body.

“Do you like it? I worked hard all day to make it just right.” Ivan grinned and twirled around as if he were showing off a new dress. “I said I will get my lovely rose back by any means necessary and this will surely work! Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Ivan pushed past him and went into the medic’s tent. Gilbert blinked and turns his pink eyes to Ludwig.

“Is he really going to-?“

“Yes.” Ludwig answered flatly. “Yes. He is.”

“That takes balls!”

“That takes a lunatic.” Ludwig said softly under his breath so only Gilbert could hear. “It’s times like these where I wish I could just put in my ticket of leave and work for someone else.”

“Don’t be stupid! Ivan pays us pretty good and we practically have the freedom to run our men as we see fit! He puts enough trust in us to be able to handle it ourselves! I’m sure we won’t get that with other lords! Don’t forget that Ivan is also one of the richest around.”

“Because his dumbwaiter doesn’t go all the way to the top floor.”

“You’d better what your tongue or you’ll loose it. I’ve seen him rip one out before and he wore it on his belt!”

“I rest my case.” They paused in their conversation as Ivan came back out with now yellowish eyes. He blinked at Ludwig who gave him a lopsided smile. “No one will ever guess it’s you.”

“Really? Wonderful!” Ivan clapped his hands together happily. “I win! I win!”

“You don’t have Alfred in your arms yet.” Gilbert pointed out. “But you look good.”

“Ah, thank you! Well, I best be off! The sooner the better!” He looked to Ludwig. “You are welcomed to go back to the castle and take a short rest there. Relax, rest up, and sleep with Feli, you know, the usual stuff. And take Gilbert with you so he can properly heal. I excuse you from duty until you’re better.” Ivan told Gilbert and patted his shoulder.

“Thank you, sir.” Gilbert responded and he couldn’t help but poke at Ivan’s bit of flabby skin hanging out over the stolen pants. “Muffin top’s showin’.” Ivan looked down at Gilbert’s finger and he cleared his throat, batting the man’s hand away.

“It’s not fat its excess muscle.” Ivan said proudly and folded his hands behind his back. “And I would appreciate it if you didn’t point out very minor details.” He glared at Gilbert who put his free hand up.

“You look ready to take over the world!” Ivan grinned.

“Better!” he pat Gilbert’s cheek. “Wish me luck then! I can’t keep my little rose waiting!” Ivan whistled as he merrily skipped away, sneaking in a few short dance moves as he did. Ludwig and Gilbert watched his retreating figure with heavy frowns.

“He’s batshit crazy. That’s all I have to say.” Ludwig said flatly.

“Yup. That pretty much sums him up. Well Ludwig, look on the bright side. Ivan might just destroy the whole fleet himself. Less work for us.”

“Perhaps. But unlikely, even for one as powerful as him.” He sighed heavily and drug his hand down his face. “I can’t believe he is wearing another man’s skin…that is just…well, it’s just wrong. And disgusting.”

“What are you, a humanist now? It’s no skin off our back!” Gilbert smirked then and laughed loudly at his own joke. “HAHA! ‘SKIN off our backs!” GET IT?!” Ludwig growled.

“Yes, I get it! I just didn’t find it funny!” He kicked Gilbert’s crutch out from under him and the white haired man let out a frantic cry as he fell to the ground.

“BITCH!” Gilbert hissed at him.

Back at the palace, news of Alfred’s kidnapping had spread like wildfire and there was not one person who had not heard. Toris was busy speaking with the king who was worried about how Ivan was going to react when he heard the news. Arthur desperately wanted to talk to Toris about what he knew but the man was tied up right now. All Arthur could do was sit at the small desk in his and Francis’ room, his forehead resting on his hands. Matthew was equally as worried for his brother and he had cried himself to sleep on their bed. Francis himself was concerned with Alfred’s kidnapping but what bothered him the most was how preoccupied Arthur was with the situation. Arthur did not seek out his arms for comfort but would rather not even be touched. Francis continued to watch him brooding over at the desk and he wondered what could be going through his fiancé’s mind.

Arthur was in his own world with the horrible thoughts that were flooding his head with sweeping images of what could happen to Alfred. There was only one time where he had almost lost Alfred when he was little and he was replaying in his mind between the horrible thoughts.

“Arthur! Arthur! I can really come to work with you?” Alfred skipped alongside Arthur as they walked through the streets.

“Yes, but only because Tino and his family have to leave for business.” Arthur could not trust Alfred home alone with only a few workers there. Matthew was fine being by himself and he wouldn’t give the workers a hard time. Alfred, on the other hand, would reek havoc on anything he could get his hands on.

“Arthur, I’m hungry.” Alfred whined and pulled on his sleeve.

“You just had breakfast!”

“But I’m still hungry! I wanna eat!” Alfred threatened to start crying and Arthur would not be embarrassed in front of the whole street.

“Alright fine! I’ll buy you an apple! Sheesh. Wait here and DON’T MOVE!”

Arthur warned him as he crossed the street to get to the fruit vender. As he picked out a ripe one and paid for it, he had a sixth sense that motioned for him to turn around. He saw a suspicious man smiling down at Alfred with his hands behind his back, speaking to him. Alfred was smiling and talking back, completely forgetting Arthur’s constant lecture about not speaking to strangers. The man suddenly held out his hand and Alfred took it, ready to walk off.

“HEY!” Arthur shouted and bolted across the street to snatch Alfred away from the man. Once he had Alfred wrapped safely in his arms he yelled at the man. “GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I CALL THE GUARDS ON YOU!” The man looked frightened and quickly ran off, disappearing into the crowd. Arthur let out a sigh and held Alfred tightly in his arms, not wanting to let him go.

“Arthur! Why’d you do that! That man said he had a room full of toys I can play with!” Arthur let him go and knelt down in front of him.

“Alfred, that man was lying to you. He doesn’t have a room full of toys.”

“Why would he lie?”

“He wanted to take you away from me…probably to do something bad to you. That’s why I tell you all the time not to talk to strangers! They will say things like that to get you to go with them! You really scared me, Alfred! I thought I was going to loose you! That man would have taken you away and I would have never seen you again!” Alfred gripped his tunic bottom and tears welled up in his eyes. He bit his lower lip.

“I’m sorry, Artie…” He hiccupped as he started to cry. “I just…just wanted to…to play with toys!”

“That’s a silly reason to go off with someone you don’t know! Now come on, I don’t want to be late for work.”

Arthur stood up and took Alfred’s hand, the boy using his free arm to wipe at his damp eyes. Arthur sighed heavily at Alfred’s sadden expression but continued walking. Alfred looked to his right as he saw a wooden toy vender trying to sell his products by holding them up and shouting. Arthur stopped them both to watch Alfred gaze at the vender longingly. Matthew had his teddy bear but Alfred really had nothing. Usually he found the boy playing with sticks and some stones on a daily basis. If he had a toy it would keep him out of trouble, at least for a while. Arthur sighed softly and reached into his pocket, fingering the gold coins and counting them. He had just gotten paid yesterday and planned on getting himself some new boots. His current ones has some holes in them and the sole was falling off on the left one. He would just have to deal with having old shoes for a little longer.

“Alfred, would you like me to get you a toy?” He saw Alfred’s large blue eyes looked up at him in shock and surprise, a little hint of a smile at his lips.

“Yes! Oh, yes, yes, yes! Yes please, Arthur! Please! I want a toy! A toy of my very own!”

Arthur brought him over to the vender and asked the man which ones were enough for him to buy. The man showed him three toys that were in his price range. The first one was the cheapest and it was a painted wooden horse. The second was a fair amount and it was a set of small painted farm animals. The third was a painted wooden box filled with some toy soldiers and it was the most expensive.

“Choose one of these three.” Arthur told him. ‘Just not the last one, please!’ He said to himself.

“I want that one, Artie! The soldiers!”

‘Shit…I knew it.’

“Alfred…it’s a bit expensive. Wouldn’t you rather have your own farm with those little animals?” He turned those teary puppy eyes on him again and Arthur found himself giving in. “Fine. Sir, we’ll take the soldiers.” Alfred squealed and jumped up and down in a circle as Arthur paid for the toys. He had only two gold coins left and it was just enough to buy some cheap, slightly brown produce. “You’re carrying it.” He said as he handed the box to Alfred. “Happy now?”

“Yes! Yes I’m very happy, Arthur!” Alfred put the box down and hugged Arthur’s legs. “I love you, Artie!” Arthur felt his heart skip a bit and rests his hand on Alfred’s head. “Thank you so much!”

“Y-You’re welcome, Alfie. You can play with them while I’m working, okay? Now lets hurry along.” Alfred laughed happily and carried the box, following Arthur. He played all day beside Arthur’s work area, doing his best to not be underfoot. It was later that night when Alfred crawled into bed with Arthur that he took a bite of his blonde hair.

“OW! Alfred! Why did you just bite and pull my hair?” Arthur hissed at him and Alfred blinked in confusion then stuck his tongue out in disgust.

“You’re hair doesn’t taste like butter!”

“What?”

“Those people at your job were calling you ‘butter-head’ and I love butter! I wanted to see if your hair tasted like butter!” Arthur just sighed and pulled Alfred close to him, nuzzling his hair. He had almost lost him today and it was a very rare occasion when Arthur did not want Alfred to leave his embrace.

“Damn that Ivan…I couldn’t be there because of HIM! I could have protected him!” Arthur finally said out loud and slammed his fists on the desk.

“Love…please stop beating yourself up over this.” Francis said and walked over to him, massaging his shoulders. “It isn’t your fault.”

“But I’ve always protected him…this kidnapping came out of nowhere…and if it wasn’t for that goddamn Ivan keeping me away from Alfred…maybe I could have done something.”

“I hope you aren’t entertaining the thought of going off to try and save him?”

“…it crossed my mind.”

“No. As your lover and fiancé’ I forbid you to do so.” Arthur scoffed.

“Give a good reason as to why I couldn’t save Alfred? Minus Ivan’s wrath, that is.”

“For one, what exactly would you do when you got there? There are nearly a hundred or more ships out there full of warriors! You sneaking in with your butter hair and green eyes would be impossible. They aren’t camping in the woods around them they are on their ships or on the beach. Last time I checked, there were no trees or bushes on the shore.” Arthur sighed.

“Yes…I thought about that as well. I guess I just needed to hear it from somebody else.” He looked over his shoulder at Francis, his eyes wet with worried tears. “So what am I suppose to do?” Francis stroked the back of Arthur’s cheek with his hand.

“Ivan is on his way to rescue him…we know that. Those barbarians wouldn’t kill Alfred. They need him alive if they are to get what they want from Ivan. Right now…all you can do is just sit and wait. I know it’s hard to do but you’re just going to have to try and get your mind off of it. Besides, you still have Matthew here and he will need your support more than ever.”

“You’re right.” He took a deep breath. “Instead of thinking horrible thoughts…I should replace them with good ones.” Francis smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“That’s the spirit. Now, come over to the window seat with me…we’ll cuddle.” Francis held out his hand and Arthur took it, letting his lover lead him over to the window seat. Francis sat long ways in it and let Arthur sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around Arthur’s waist and pulled the shorter man back to rest against him. Arthur gazed out at the sea of ships and rests his head against Francis’ shoulder. “Is this better?”

“Yeah, it is. Keep holding me like this…don’t let go.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He rests his stubbly chin on top of Arthur’s head. “Try to get some sleep, it will do you good. I’ll be right here the whole time.”

“I won’t rest easy until I know he is back safely.” Arthur said softly and cuddled him.

“Hm…spoken like a true mother. Ow!” Arthur had pinched his wrist at the comment.

When he had woken up, Alfred found himself inside a small cabin room on an uncomfortable bed. His vision was blurred and his head was foggy so it too some time for him to gather his surroundings. His limbs felt like iron and they were near impossible to move. All he could do was look around at the quaint, humble little room. The room was rocking back and forth slowly, the hanging lantern above him swaying in time with the motions. Finally his mind pieced things together and his eyes widened as he realized he was on a ship. Most likely it was one of the enemy’s ships and the man in black must have brought him here. Alfred hissed as he forced his body to roll over on his side so he could get a better look at his ‘prison’. The room was fairly empty except for a small table, some cargo crates, and the bed he was laying on that was attached to the wall. No part of him was restrained in any way so at least he had free range of his limbs. The one thing he could not find was his glasses and that was currently what was pissing him off the most.

“I have to get out of here!” He whispered and started to rock himself on the bed to get feeling back into his limbs.

Alfred froze completely as he heard heavy footsteps coming up to the door and a knob being jiggled. There was the familiar sound of a key clicking and with a creaking that echoed in the small room, a man walked in. Alfred looked to the door and saw a large barbarian male with two gigantic black dogs at his heals. He walked down the three steps and the dogs jumped down to the floor. The dogs bared their fangs at Alfred and he couldn’t help but tremble on the bed at the sight of them. And the man with them was just as terrifying as the dogs. Alfred knew he had to be the leader because he wore a lot of necklaces consisting of animal teeth and paws, and did have a few jewels here and there. He wore an animal hide cape hooked together with a brass buckle and the rest of him was bare except for what appeared to be a skirt. His headdress resembled a bronzed dog head with only the top half of its head covering the man’s. The teeth on it appeared to be real and it sent a shiver down his spine. Like all the other barbarians he was decorated in white tattoos but these were all white as opposed to black. It must be a status thing, Alfred figured. The dogs suddenly started barking and lumbered over to the bed, barking at Alfred and snarling, their fangs heavy with saliva and froth. Alfred managed to find the strength to make his body move for that and he pressed his back up against the cabin wall to get as far away as he could. The man shouted something like a command and the dogs ceased in their barking, walking over to their master and sitting beside him.

“You are Lord Ivan’s wife?” The man spoke his language but with a hint of a foreign accent. Alfred gulped but nodded.

“I-I am. Why have you brought me here?”

“As long as you stay obedient and silent while you are here you will not be harmed. We need you for reasons you do not have to know about and it would be easier for us if you were unharmed. So be smart.”

“Look, there really isn’t any reason to keep me here! Please let me go and I will talk to the king for you! Believe me, I don’t agree with this war!”

“But you are married to Lord Ivan who serves the king so you are associated with this war regardless.” ‘Tough philosophy’ Alfred said to himself. “You are very noisy for a Northerner.” The Hound Lord told his dogs to stay as he walked over to Alfred’s bedside.

Alfred was unsure of what to do with the current situation of this barbarian standing over him. Standing up for himself and being defiant may cause more trouble than it was worth. Remaining still or cowering will give the man a false sense of power over him that he could work to his advantage. Arthur had always told him to be calm and witty instead of acting in a rash manner. If he were to be defiant it was best to not do it with the head boss so cowering it was. Alfred saw the Hound Lord flash him a smirk before reaching his hand out to feel the texture of his wheat colored hair. Alfred remained still, wondering what in the hell the barbarian was doing to him. The rough hand gripped his chin then and turned his head from side to side as if he were examining him. Alfred wrestled his chin out of the man’s hands but that only seemed to amuse him. The idea of the man touching him any more made his stomach turn and if this brute thought he was going to get between his legs there would be hell to pay. He had only known two men and he wanted to keep it that way.

“Pretty eyes…like the morning sky. I will take my war prize now.”

‘War prize?’ Alfred repeated the words in his head and when the Hound Lord climbed onto the bed he immediately started to panic. “GET OFF OF ME!”

“You are my prisoner so I will do whatever I want with you.”

Alfred was still weakened from the dart but he fought with all his might to get away from the Hound Lord. The man was using his own legs to wrestle between Alfred’s who was fighting frantically to keep them closed. It didn’t help that he was only in his nightshirt and a light robe so the barbarian had easy access to his body. He punched and clawed at him and even bit down on his shoulders and neck. The man only laughed and didn’t seem to be effected by any of it. Struggling wasn’t getting him anywhere so he had to think of something else. It was hard to concentrate when the man’s tongue was lapping at his neck and ear like one of his dogs. His stomach was threatening to let loose what little food it had left but instead he had thought of another idea.

Arthur had told him this quite some time ago if he ever needed to defend himself from something like ‘this’. He let himself fall limp and kept his head upright on the pillow, waiting for the Hound Lord’s head to come up from bathing his collarbone. The man seemed to relax himself as he thought Alfred was giving in to his advances and this was the perfect chance. When the man started kissing his neck his ear was right next to Alfred’s mouth. Taking his opportunity, Alfred took a few panting breaths before inhaling deep and letting out a long high pitched scream beside his ear. The man bellowed in pain and grabbed at his ear and Alfred gathered his strength to slip out from underneath him. The dogs jumped up and started to bark wildly as they were more concerned with their master rather than Alfred’s escape.

Alfred rushed to the door, tripping on the small steps as he did and fell out onto the ship’s deck. He scrambled quickly to stand up and he could hear the Hound Lord shouting angrily in his language. Alfred didn’t waste any time in running the length of the ship but his promising escape was short lived. Before he could react, a barbarian had come out from behind some cargo crates and used a thin club to slap Alfred in the mouth. Alfred felt the whole front of his face shake and tremble with extreme pain before he hit the deck floor with a loud thump. He sputtered and coughed out some blood from his lips and teeth, temporarily stunned by the sudden attack. He felt a couple pairs of hands lifting him up from the deck floor and he shook his head to regain his conscience. Once he did he started to kick and thrash wildly in their hold. Both his arms and legs were being held but that didn’t stop him from his attempt to escape. He managed to get one of his legs loose and he kicked a barbarian in the face, knocking the enemy back. His hands reached out as well to try and grab any part of them that he could. He felt his fingers dangle near an earring and he quickly looped his fingers around it and gave it a sharp tug.

It was enough to rip it from the man’s ear and he reared back with a howl of pain, freeing Alfred’s arm. Alfred’s fist socked another in the nose and his still free leg connected with one of their crotches. It was enough shock and damage for them to let go of him and he continued to run, holding a hand to his bleeding mouth. However, he didn’t make it far as he was met with a cracking sound and something strangling his neck. He was jerked back and his tongue nearly leapt out of his bloodied mouth as he landed on his back. His hands went to his neck to pull at whatever was wrapped around his neck. The sounds of a foreign language filled the air and he recognized it as the Hound Lord’s voice. A whip, that’s what it was around his neck and as he sputtered blood he saw the two large heads of the black dogs over him. They growled down and barred their fangs again with some of the slobber dropping onto his face in big globs. Soon the Hound Lord was above him, holding the end of the whip that was currently around his throat.

“Foolish wench. You’ve caused quite a stir this day and it will NOT be tolerated! You can thank yourself for your humiliation for now I will ravish you in front of your husband and you can be forever shamed.” Alfred clenched his eyes shut and he gave a lopsided smirk before chuckled.

“You stupid ass…that’s the worse…thing you could possibly do to yourself! That won’t…shame my husband…that will only sign your death warrant!”

“Big talk for someone who is under the mercy of his capture.”

“I speak the truth…my husband will tear you apart with his bare…hands…and fe-feed you to your goddamn dogs!” Angered shouts from the men on the ship went up all around them and before he knew it his side was met with a kick from one of them.

“You speak in vain of our dogs! Do it again and I will cut out your tongue and have it nailed to your king’s door!” Alfred knew he had struck a nerve and he decided that now was the best time to keep his big mouth shut. “Bind him and have him tied to a post for all to see. Tie his hands and strip him bare.” He smirked down at Alfred. “We heard that Ivan treasures your body like a secret temple that is not allowed to be worshipped. Well that is all going to change as you will continue to be exposed for all enemy eyes.

“I can’t…wait to see what…what my husband does to you!”

The Hound Lord ignored him and said something his language as the men lifted Alfred into the air once again. This time they were prepared and held on to him tight so he could not mover. The whip was loosened and dropped from his neck so he took in a large gasp of air. The men carried him off of the ship and onto the shore to a series of posts that were driven into the sand, far enough away from the surf. Why they were there Alfred didn’t know but he could figure they were prisoners or betrayers. He attempted to struggle again as he was lowered to the sand and his back was pressed up against the post. He hissed as a barbarian tugged his arms behind the post to start looping them with a thick, scratchy rope. Alfred was prepared to make another desperate move but the pointed blade of a native dagger at his jugular ceased that attempt. The barbarian finished tying the knot around his wrists and Alfred could feel the texture already cutting into his skin.

“Damn you, you bastards!”

Alfred growled at them and glared piercing daggers in their direction. He kept his glare on the four in front of him as another was tugging off his robe. He broke his glared when the same native dagger slipped into the collar of his tunic top and slowly started to split it open, revealing more and more of his near flawless skin. Once the shirt was slit in half the same man with the dagger ripped it from Alfred’s body, exposing him completely. Alfred tried to cover himself with his legs but his strange position tied to the post made it difficult. The men laughed at him and spoke in their language as they walked away and left him there in the hot sun.

Alfred watched them leave and he cursed to himself at the predicament he was in. He knew Ivan was on his way to save him so it was just a matter of time before he came. Alfred wondered if he would come alone or come with an army. One thing he knew for sure was that these barbarians would pay dearly once Ivan sees how they have treated him. As for the Hound Lord raping him in front of Ivan, well, that didn’t bother him in the least. Ivan would have him up and out of here before the Hound Lord knew what hit him. Even if he did try to rape him in front of Ivan it would be more than enough for his husband to go on a rampage and annihilate them. They were letting their doom in to their camp by coaxing Ivan here with his kidnapping. They were all a bunch of fools.

A bunch of fools who had him tied to a post in the hot sun. Standing was becoming uncomfortable so he carefully took his time sliding down the post to sit in the sand. The sand was uncomfortable against his naked skin but he really had no other choice so best he try to get used to it. The sun was directly above him and its rays were beating down on his skin as if to penetrate him. He was thankful for always working out in the sun most of his life or right now he would be turning as red as a lobster. Not only was he sweating, but he was starving and he had to urinate as well. The day just drug on and on and his bladder was threatening to explode. His stomach may just rebel against him and burst out from his body to seek food for itself. He had to admit that he was getting too used to eating good food on a regular basis and he thought he would have to forget about going hungry. But his bladder just couldn’t be ignored anymore so he waved his foot and shouted to the first native that walked past.

“Hey! Hey excuse me! You there!” The native turned to look at him with a frown but walked over to him.

“What is it? You are…very noisy.” Alfred would let that comment go since this native was very weak in speaking his language.

“Look, I know I’m trapped here and all but I really must piss or I’ll explode!” The native laughed then and Alfred had to wonder what was so funny.

“You still treat nice so I take you. No run.”

There was still rope nearby on the sand from the previous tying and the native used it to loop around his tied wrists. He had to untie them first from the post but it was quickly replaced, even tighter than before but at least they were in front of him. Alfred stood up with a hiss as the man tugged him towards the surf where he could relieve himself. Once all the pressure was eliminated from his bladder he let out a content sigh up to the orange sky. It was sunset now and he wondered if he was to stay tied to that post for the remainder of the night. He asked the native but he just shrugged his shoulders, as he did not have an answer. Alfred figured he was to stay at the post since the man brought him back there and had him tied again. Alfred chose to remain standing this time and cursed under his breath as the man left him. At least the air was beginning to cool now that the sun was slowly setting. Alfred felt something land on his leg and he shook it away. Then he felt something else land on his shoulder and he had to wiggle a bit to get it to fly off.

“Oh no…shit! Goddamn sand flies!” He felt one bite his ankle and immediately it began to itch. There used to be hundreds of these damn flies by a marsh some bit a ways from their old farmhouse and if he remembered correctly, their bites were worse than mosquitoes. He used his other foot to itch the first bite but felt another on his forearm. “NO!” Why did it have to bite where he couldn’t scratch? They seemed to be coming in more numbers now and he knew he wouldn’t be able to take it much longer. “HELP! HEY! ANYONE! HELP ME!” A few natives nearby turned towards his shouts but only one went over to him.

“What is it? You’ll wake the dogs.” He wanted to say ‘fuck the dogs’ but now was not the best time.

“THE SAND FLIES ARE BITING ME! PLEASE LET ME GO INSIDE SOMEWHERE! I PROMSIE I’LL BE GOOD!” Another one bit him on his hip. “GODS ABOVE IT’S UNBEARABLE!” The native laughed and turned to the others, speaking in their language and they laughed too.

“Okay, we’ll take you to Hound Lord. You be good or you go back here.”

“YES! YES! WHATEVER JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

The other natives came over and untied him from the post but kept the rope around his wrists. They spoke something before one of them picked him up and slung him like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. This was even more embarrassing that being naked and stuck to a post. Alfred could only watch the ground moving before him but at least the sand flies had stopped their assault. However, he was still itchy and he couldn’t wait until his nails could attack the bites. He was relieved when saw the sand turn to water and the water give way to a docking ladder. Soon he would be free to itch!

“What is he doing here?” Said the Hound Lord once they had entered a room that was bigger than the cabin Alfred was previously in. The native spoke in his tongue and the Hound Lord gave a chuckle, saying something back. He then changed over to Alfred’s language. “So you met with some sand flies, did you? Lucky for you we have medicine that will stop the itching.”

“Good! Thank you!” Right now all he wanted to do was itch! He didn’t care if his ass was up in the air for everyone to see but he needed to scratch every part of his body in one form or another.

“But, you need to promise not to run away or cause trouble.”

“Yes! Fuck yes I promise!”

“Good. You may dust the sand off and place him on my bed.” Alfred was gently lowered to the floor and the native carrying him dusted the sand of his legs and thighs. The Hound Lord gave an order in his tongue and he felt a dagger slip between the rope and cut his wrists free. Alfred let out a sigh rubbed his sore, slightly bleeding wrists with his hands. But that relief was short lived, for then his hands went to scratching his body like a madman. “FINALLY!” The Hound Lord sent the other natives away and pet one of his black dogs as he watched Alfred claw at his body.

“You want that medicine?”

“Yes! Yes I want it! Don’t take long, please! This is unbearable!”

“Then you must be more kind to me.”

“Sure, yes! Yes I’ll be kind!”

“Good. Then you will where our clothing and serve me like a dutiful slave.” Alfred paused in his itching for a moment as he looked at him.

“What do you mean by ‘serve’?”

“Tend to my every need, of course. You have no fear of me claiming for that is when your husband arrives in surrender. But you will treat me like a god and feed me or-“

“Hell no! I refuse to do something like that! Even Ivan has never asked me to feed him food or shit like that!” Maybe once or twice here and there but it wasn’t a regular thing. The Hound Lord chuckled softly and rests his cheek on his fist. Alfred glared at him sitting in his elaborate throne-like chair with a smirk.

“Very well then. Enjoy your scratching.” Alfred continued to claw and scratch at himself that he soon started to draw blood from how raw his skin was. His body started to look like one big rash and it couldn’t have been more than half an hour or so before he gave in.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll serve you all you want! Just make me stop itching!” Alfred decided that he could put up with some grape feeding and shoulder massaging or whatever else the asshole wanted. Just as long as his body would cease it’s burning itch.

“I knew you would come around.” The Hound Lord got up from his chair and went to one of his chests, shuffling through it until he pulled out a fake clam shaped container. He brought the grayish clam over to Alfred and handed it to him. “Slide it open and rub it on all your bites.”

“Thank you!” Alfred sat down and slid the fake shell open to reveal some greenish salve. It smelled rancid but if it would make him stop itching then he would endure it. He took a bit on his fingers and started dotting the salve on each bite, feeling quick relief of the itching. It cooled the burning bites as well and once they were all covered he flopped backwards onto the bed. “Relief…sweet relief.” His stomach growled loudly then and the familiar ache of hunger started to twist the insides of his stomach.

“Hungry, I presume?”

“Very…” He whined and rubbed his stomach. As of now he didn’t care that he didn’t have any clothes on he just wanted to fill his empty belly.

“Help yourself to some game over there on my table. It is fresh from this morning.”

Alfred sat up and looked over at the table that had a plate of meat and fruit adorning it. Alfred’s mouth watered and he got up from the bed to head for the table. He licked his lips at the sight of the slightly charred game bird and he took a piece. He took a big bite out of it and continued to gnaw at it like a starved dog. The Hound Lord raised an eyebrow at Alfred’s table manners and just watched him inhale all the food. Little did they know that by the time the moon had started ascending into the sky, a dark figure on horseback stood at the beginning of the shore.

Ivan looked upon the fleet of native ships and the various campfires that were being ignited. The native barbarians were out and about on the shore with their dogs. Ivan smirked and gave himself one more look over before getting off his horse and sending it off. These natives did not use horses only dogs so it was best they do not see him riding in on one. Even though the ground was sharp and prickly Ivan ignored the minor pain of his bare feet. Once he got onto the sand the little cuts stung but he barely noticed them. Before continuing on further into the enemy camp he gave a quick look around at all the natives on the shore. Each one had an attack dog that was accompanying them. Ivan assumed that almost every warrior had a dog of his own and they were a part of the army. He heard a deep, heavy barking nearby and he turned to the left to see a large dog running over to him. Ivan was prepared to defend himself but the dog stopped before him and wagged its tail. It jumped in a circle and got into a playful position, barking happily at him. Ivan figured that the dog must smell his master’s skin on Ivan and believed it was him. Ivan smiled and squatted to pet the dog on the head. The dog sat down and panted, giving a little pleased squeak.

“Ah, good boy. Why don’t you show your ‘master’ around a bit?”

Ivan stood up and started walking further into the camp with the dog by his side. His disguise was so believable that no one even noticed him. One or two natives pounded their chests at him with their fists and he repeated the motion. They seemed to like whatever message he had just sent so he flashed them a smile and continued his walk through the camp. Somewhere on those ships his beloved rose was waiting for him and he had to get him back. He didn’t even care about spying or gathering information on their enemy. All he wanted was Alfred back in his arms. If those barbarians had harmed him in any way he would kill every last one of them that he could get his hands on. The thought of spilling more blood in the name of revenge aroused him somewhat and he almost walked right into an open campfire thinking about it. The native yelled at him in a different tongue and that’s when Ivan realized one tiny flaw in his master plan.

‘Oopsie…didn’t think of that.’ The native asked him something in their language and Ivan gave a lopsided smirk since he had no clue what he was saying. Quickly, he thought of an idea that just might work and it was worth a shot.

“No…speaking…this language! Practice…ene-my words.” He put on a fake accent and used broken words in hopes the native would believe him. The man smiled and nodded.

“I learn too!” The man said to him and Ivan just smiled brightly at him.

“Me…off to…eats. Where…Hound Lord?” It was worth a try asking the question.

“Ah. Lord in his ship. Eating with…with captive.” Captive? He knew he must mean Alfred but he had to be sure.

“Not seen him. He pretty?” The man nodded.

“Long legs like stag. Very loud like howl of dog. Pretty eyes like sky.” He the man pointed up as he said ‘sky’ and Ivan knew that he was talking about his Alfred.

“Can me ask question to lord?” Ivan asked and the man shook his head.

“No, no! No one bother him. He said so. You see him in morning!”

‘Shit.’ Ivan said to himself before waving ‘goodbye’ to the native walking off again with the dog. Now what was he going to do until sunrise? He passed by a group of barbarians eating some fish on sticks and they called him over. They shifted in the sand to make room for him and Ivan chose to take the seat offered to him. One handed him a stick with a large fish on it and Ivan took it. ‘Might as well see how things go before I start reeking havoc.’ He said to himself and took a bite out of the fish. The dog sat next to him and sniffed at his fish. Ivan ripped off a piece and gave it to the large dog. He ignored most of their conversation even though it was in his own language. They were talking about the battle and land but when he heard the words ‘Ivan’s wife’ he paused in his eating to listen in.

“This war will be an easy win once that Ivan surrenders to us. We have his wife and when he comes to get him we’ll attack and hold him prisoner as well!”

“We bring him to the king for big money.”

Said another and the others nodded or laughed in agreement. Ivan knew that the other king was after HIM because he had killed many of his men and generals in the past when he was coined ‘warlord’. He remembered reading one of the letters the bastard had sent to his king, calling Ivan a ‘Demonic monster of corruption and murder’. So he had murdered or hung a bunch of civilians on enemy territory but it was no big deal to him. Villages rebelled, Ivan saw to their punishment. The enemy king was probably angrier with him for wrapping his nephew in chains and hanging him from the town center entranceway in the dead of night. What a nice surprise it was for them to find the man like that the next morning. What was he suppose to do? Sit back and let the young male come at him with a sword raise, screaming naughty words at him? If only the young man had ceased his assault when Ivan warned him to he would still be alive today. Ivan held no ‘real’ claim to the man’s unfortunate death. He had actually forgotten all about that day but remembering it brought a merry smile to his face. Ivan really enjoyed making strong statements of power.

“Well we’ve got his favorite wife in our hands so it should be easy to take him down! Once he sees our lord fucking his wife he will be blinded with rage and that will be our best chance to attack! He wont’ be focusing on us but only on our lord. It is the perfect plan!” Said the first native and right now this particular male was on his shit list.

So that was their big plan? Rape Alfred so he would be crazy and then capture him as their war prize? Well, they were right about one thing. He would go ballistic at the scene of someone else laying their hands on his little rose but he wouldn’t go down that easily. Already the anger and fury was building up inside of him, making his blood boil and his cock twitch with the promise of bloodshed. His breathing started to become heavy and he knew he had to quickly calm himself before he blew his whole cover. Finishing off the fish, Ivan stood up and left the group with the dog right at his heels. They didn’t seem to notice or care when Ivan got up to leave and it was best that they didn’t. When they started talking about Alfred’s long legs and blue eyes he had to remove himself or they would all find their cocks and tongues burning in the fire before them.

One of the natives suddenly shouted something in their tongue and Ivan noticed how all the warriors started to knell in the sand. They lowered their heads as well and Ivan wondered what they were doing. He looked around in hopes of seeing the Hound Lord but instead he caught sight of two large black dogs with golden spiked collars and small gold cuffs around their legs. The dogs were alone and they walked the beach without a care, ignoring all the humans who were offering up their food or sending them what could sound like words of praise. Ivan knelt as well, watching the two dogs pass him and he raised an eyebrow at their retreating bodies. Toris was not lying when he said that these people worship dogs and have for thousands of years. It was something religious and holy to them but Ivan didn’t care to read the rest of Toris’ explanation at the time. However, a cruel and ingenious thought popped into his head as he thought about those two black dogs. Slowly his lips crept up into a grin and he focused on their figures with wide, crazy eyes. Oh he would make a strong statement all right. He wouldn’t be bargaining for Alfred but they would be handing his beloved Alfred right over to him. It was a dangerous choice to make but it would be effective in winning back his little rose.

With his plan set in his mind, Ivan first needed some raw meat, a sharp blade, and a long stick. All of those things should be easy to come by but first he had to get rid of the dog that kept following him. He used any basic, firm command and pointed ahead of him and the dog got up to walk away, obeying him fully. Ivan then spun on his heels and visited all the campfires, looking for some spare raw meat. He saw a hanging post up ahead with two deer hanging from it, stripped bare of their skin. Three barbarians were there, sawing off pieces of the meat and dropping it into a basket. Ivan smirked and went up to them, pounding his chest in greeting. The men stopped to do the same for him and he pointed to the basket.

“May I have one for dog? My dog?”

“Yes, take piece.”

One said and Ivan helped himself to a slab of the raw meat. He nodded in thanks and the proceeded to find a blade. They must have a weapon ship somewhere and it would have to be docked close to the shore for easy access. After some short searching he came across a native carrying an armful of bladed, bloodied weapons. Ivan hurried to him and stopped him, asking if he could have one for defending himself. He made up an excuse about loosing his in the battle and hoped the man would buy it. The native gave him the okay and let him choose a weapon from his arms. Ivan saw a sickle-like blade and carefully removed it from the others. He thanked the man as well and now all he needed was a heavy stick. These barbarians were very close to one another and eager to give to their tribe members. This was another huge mistake the warriors were making with him. They were basically handing him everything he needed for his ‘compromise’. What fools.

Now there was only one thing left to do; he had to find the two black dogs. He stopped to ask a native where they went and he had said that this was their time to hunt. That meant that they were heading for the woods up ahead. Ivan made his way along the sand, scanning the area for any signs of the large dogs. He saw a black tail disappear into the trees and he grinned, taking off in a run towards the trees. With his ‘dark’ skin it was easy for him to maneuver without being noticed. Once he reached the trees where he had seen the tail disappear he started to whistle.

“Here puppies…” he whistled again. “Come on, doggies…Ivan’s got some nice meat for you…” He dropped the blade to rip apart the slab of flesh into two pieces. “Come on, doggies.” He whistled again and to his pleasure he saw them coming towards him. The dogs of these warriors were so used to humans that they trusted easily, especially when he smelled and looked like one of them. Everything was working out so well that he knew he would have Alfred away from here by tomorrow afternoon. Ivan grinned from ear to ear and hid the sickle behind his back. “Don’t be afraid.” He tossed one of the pieces towards them and the first dog started eating it hungrily. Ivan carefully approached them but they did not appear ready to run or to bark. Ivan tossed the second piece to the other dog and when it went for the meat that was when Ivan struck.

The next morning, Alfred was up and dressed in the barbarian’s idea of clothing. It was basically a skirt that fell to his knees and a bronze collar around his neck and wrists. The only bit of color he had was the large orange flower tucked behind his left ear. At the moment he was outside on the shore with the Hound Lord, standing beside him and gently fanning him. The man was resting in his throne under a tent top to keep the sun off of him. There was a small table next to him with sliced bananas and grapes along with whatever type of wine they brought over with them. When the Hound Lord snapped his fingers Alfred had to pause in his fanning and move to feed him one of the fruits. As he would feed the bastard a piece the man always made sure to suck on his fingers or give them a little lick before he pulled away. Alfred decided to put on his best poker face rather than force a smile or flash him a sneer. Every now and again the Hound Lord would slip his hand up Alfred’s skirt to caress his thigh. Each time the hand seemed to move higher and it took all of his restraint to not smack the hand away or punch the leech in the face.

“I could make you one of my wives. I have ten back at home and you would be a nice addition to them.”

“I’m already married and I refuse your offer.”

“But I am a king where I come from. You can be a queen rather than a ‘lady of the house’.”

“I’m quite content with title and my married life thank you very much!” he couldn’t hold the distain in his voice. The man slipped his hand up his skirt again and this time Alfred moved away from the touch.

“I can just take you away from here by force, you know.”

“Then I’ll bite my tongue and kill myself.” The Hound Lord smirked at him.

“Such loyalty to one who is barbaric with murderous intent.”

“I trust my husband and I have faith in his ability to rescue me.”

“Ah, yes, of course. Seeing as you can’t escape on your own you would need him to set you free.” Alfred sneered at that comment. “Fear not. Soon he will be here waving a flag of surrender and you can see him again.”

“He will not be wav-“

Alfred was interrupted by hundreds of men shouting or screaming all around them. The Hound Lord stood up right away and one of the barbarians pulled Alfred back and rests a sword against his throat. ‘I-Ivan! It must be Ivan!’ Alfred said to himself and he felt his heart swell with relief and his desire to see him. But what was approaching them was not his husband but rather another native of theirs. When they witnessed what the man was carrying with him, the warriors fell to their knees and started chanting madly. Alfred looked at the Hound Lord to see the man’s eyes wide and wet with tears, his whole body trembling.

The barbarian had one of the large black dogs in his left hand, dragging it along the sand and leaving a trail of blood. Its entrails followed behind from its gutted stomach. On his other shoulder there was a large branch with the other dog’s feet tied to it, as if he was carrying home a recently killed deer. This dog was still alive but it was whimpering and whining in despair and displeasure at its treatment. Its squeaks and whines were deafening to the barbarians and many were covering their ears. Alfred looked at the barbarian standing in front of their tent and their eyes met. Alfred gasped as he recognized the crazed look, that smirk and of course the rounded nose that was unlike any of the barbarians.

‘I-Ivan?’ Alfred said to himself and he even felt his own body begin to tremble.

“H-HOW DARE YOU! WHO ARE YOU, MURDERER! HERETIC!” The Hound Lord cried at the top of his lungs and when the man laughed, Alfred knew right away that it belonged to Ivan.

“Look upon me, you foolish mongrel! I am the one you seek for surrender!” He grinned and held up the dead dog for all to see. “I am Lord Ivan of Wolf Hall! Chancellor and warrior of the king!” Gasps went up all around them. “I wear the skin and hair of one of your fallen! I have been right under your noses the whole time! You wish for me to offer you surrender, you dog fucker? Here is your surrender!” With surprising strength he threw the dead dog towards the Hound Lord and it smashed into the table. Its blood splattered on the Hound Lord and he acted as if burned by the droplets.

“YOU’RE A MONSTER! A DEMON FROM BEYOND!” The Hound Lord shouted at him but Ivan wasn’t fazed by it. Instead, he brought the large branch in front of him where the other dog was still squirming and whimpering.

“You took something precious from me so I did the same to you! You wanted to rape him in front of me? Well this is what you get for even entertaining the thought!” Ivan knelt down and pulled the sickle from his belt, ready to slice open the dog’s neck.

“STOP! I BEG YOU! STOP!” The Hound Lord pleaded and Ivan lifted his sickle, standing over the dog. He batted his eyelashes at the man.

“Struck a nerve, did I?”

“W-What do you want?” The Hound Lord said with a trembling voice.

“What do you think I want? I want my precious rose returned to me. Return him to me and I will let your precious little mutt go free. A fair trade, wouldn’t you say?”

“LET HIM GO!” The Hound Lord shouted to his warrior and the man lowered his sword. Alfred immediately ran to Ivan and stood behind him. He wanted to hug him but considering he was in a dead man’s skin he rather not. Ivan in return cut the dog free and it jumped up immediately to run to its master.

“Be prepared to fight, my precious rose.” Ivan whispered to him. “We have a long way to go to get out of this place.”

“Ivan…”

“KILL HIM! KILL THEM BOTH!”

“RUN!”

Ivan shouted and they both took off in a run as raging warriors waving their weapons were following them. One came running up to them with a short sword in his hand and Ivan used the sickle to lop off his head with ease. Alfred was stunned for a moment but his mind was quick to react and he picked up the short sword. Now was the time to prove to himself that he was strong and capable. Just like his vision he would help Ivan fight their way through the mass of warriors. He had never killed someone before but now was not the time to fret or to panic. Ivan slashed through another warrior and when one came running at him, Alfred held out the sword and let the man run right into it. Alfred’s eyes widened at the fact that he had just killed a human being but Ivan’s voice shouting at him to run kept his focus on the battle at hand.

Ivan was slashing through many of the warriors with ease and even the dogs were no match for him. Alfred, unfamiliar with a sword, was doing more dodging than killing. When there was a wide spot he would cut or stab a warrior with his weapon. Alfred couldn’t find a reason why he wasn’t more affected by what he was doing. He felt no remorse for the warriors he killed as they fought their way to the trees. These men were being paid to fight and attack his country, his home, and his friends. If money was more important than human life then they weren’t worth saving. Once his doubt of killing was lifted from his conscience he found his short sword swinging with more force and power than before. Through chests he stabbed and bellies he sliced with all the strength of Ivan. Very rarely did Alfred feel any extreme rage but anything bad that was ever said about him or anything done to him awakened this anger and he unleashed it full force. He would not be looked down upon any more and now that he knew he could wield a sword to kill he could properly defend himself.

His body was splattered with blood and Ivan’s had even more adorning his body than he did. Alfred could not believe how well he was doing considering he didn’t have his glasses. As long as the warriors were close enough he could open the skin with his sword. However, his strength and endurance was wearing thin and just when he felt like he was going to collapse from exhaustion, they had made it to the forest. Ivan grabbed his wrist and pulled him along as they ran through the trees, hearing the sounds of the warriors fading behind them. They stopped for a moment as Ivan paused to listen to know if they were following him. At this rate they would be on them by now so he had to assume they have given up. For now anyway. Ivan gripped Alfred’s wrist again and continued running deep into the woods where they would be far away from the barbarians.

“Let us rest.” Ivan panted out as they were quite a distance away. Alfred nodded and rest his back up against a tree trunk, panting from exhaustion.

“T-that was…that was…I don’t know…that was crazy…so fast! You just came and…and scared the shit out of them!” Ivan smirked and dropped his sickle to the ground, letting out a heavy breath.

“I knew that if I got to those dogs they would release you. Believe me, it’s not my pleasure to kill innocent animals but in this case it was a necessity.” Alfred looked at him and nodded.

“Yes…I know. He was going to rape me in front of you and he kept touching me…I’m glad you came when you did.” Ivan walked up to him and stood close enough to his body where Alfred had to lift his head a bit to look at him. “You look so much like them.”

“Don’t bother yourself with how I did it.” Ivan stared at him with those yellow eyes. “My rose…I was right in believing you have thorns…for your performance out there was more than I could ever expect from you.” He pressed his leg in between Alfred’s so his thigh rests against crotch. Alfred could feel Ivan’s growing erection against his lower belly and he let out a moan. “Covered in the blood of your enemies only makes you look more ravishing to me…so desirable…” Alfred suddenly slipped away from him by ducking under his arm and dancing out of his reach. Ivan growled low in his throat but let it die when he saw Alfred’s playful smile.

“You look too much like them for me to desire you.” Ivan gripped the top of the hair and gently pulled it off to reveal his dirty and sticky silver hair.

“Do you wish for me to get a bath first?”

Alfred could not ignore the growing desire within him at the barbaric sight of Ivan before him. He had witnessed Ivan’s strength before but never like this and why it was turning him on so much was a mystery. But at the moment, the only thing that mattered was the growing heat in his nether regions and the need to have that decorated body crushing him into the ground and forcing his legs open. He would leave all logical thought to the wind and let his body be in control. With a lick of his lips, he posed with the short sword still in his hand, the blade raised in front of him.

Ivan gazed at him with a hunger that resembled a starved wolf that had just caught the scent of blood. His cock swelled more and threatened to break through the pants if his rose did anything more to make himself alluring. Already his lover was half naked and covered in blood but standing proudly before him. He envisioned those perfect legs around his waist or above his shoulders or that teasing mouth around his cock. Now his rose had a sword aimed at him and he hoped it was a fight his wife was looking for. It that was the case then Ivan feared he would explode in his pants and waste the whole moment.

“Are you challenging me, you little mink?” Ivan asked him, his voice heavy with lust and it traveled straight to Alfred’s groin.

“I am challenging you…to a duel.”

“Acquired a taste for blood, have we?” Ivan moved to where he had dropped the sickle and picked it up, licking some of the blood from his blade.

“Yes. For your blood.”

Alfred responded and those three simple words were enough to send Ivan into a blood driven lust. With a grin he charged at Alfred and their two weapons met with a heavy ‘clash’. Ivan was holding back but Alfred was putting up a good fight by dodging his moves. Alfred was unafraid of Ivan’s weapon, knowing the man wouldn’t hurt him on purpose. He knew he couldn’t stand against Ivan for long and it was when the sickle knocked the short sword from his hands. But Alfred did not stop his lustful assault there. He turned and let his elbow fly under Ivan’s chin, stunning him for a single second. Alfred attempted to run from him but a strong hand gripped the hem of his skirt and ripped it off of him. The force of it made him topple to the mossy ground on his stomach. He looked up over his shoulder at Ivan, whose body was partially shadowed by the sun above him. His husband stood over him with the sickle in one hand and the ripped cloth in the other.

“Surrender yet?” Ivan’s asked with his husky voice but Alfred wasn’t ready to give in just yet. He attempted to kick Ivan’s legs out from under him but his calves must have been made of iron because he only succeeded in hurting himself. Ivan laughed at his vain attempt to catch him off guard but when he saw his rose scramble out from under his legs, something had to be done. Ivan shot his hand out and grabbed Alfred by the hair, pulling him up so the man’s knees were sprawled out. Alfred gasped as the curved blade of the sickle pressed against his throat. “Surrender?”

“Yes…yes I surrender…but only to you.” Alfred’s body ached with wanton need and the cold blade pressed against his skin only heightened his pleasure.

“So be it!”

Ivan dropped the sickle and flipped Alfred over onto his back. Alfred watched at Ivan ripped the tight pants off of him and toss them to the side. His erection was the only part of him not covered in dried mud and Alfred was thankful for that. When he proceeded to mount him Alfred closed his legs tight and smirked at him, challenging him again. Ivan growled merrily as he used gentle force to open Alfred’s legs to him. He firmly planted himself between those long stems and pressed his weight into Alfred’s smaller body. He could feel Alfred’s struggling to breath but by the twitching of his cock his rose didn’t seem to care. Their faces were only inches from one another and it was Ivan who crushed his lips to Alfred’s first. The kiss was rough and passionate, mouths opened wide as tongues dueled for dominance. Alfred let his hands run through Ivan’s matted hair, not caring about the crusted blood that pricked at his fingers. If Ivan could have swallowed him up right now he would have. Instead, he pulled his mouth away to look down at the flushed face of his beloved.

Alfred stuck his tongue out to lick at Ivan’s lips as his hands slid from the silvery hair to rest against the broad shoulders. Ivan growled and reached up to pull Alfred’s hand from his body and pressed them into the moss. He crushed his lips to Alfred’s again but jerked away when he was bitten. Ivan looked back down at Alfred again as that pink tongue slipped out to lick at the blood that he had drawn.

“So you want to keep playing rough?”

Ivan licked his own lips and then sat up on his knees, gripping Alfred’s hips. Before Alfred could even think his body was impaled on Ivan’s massive erection that buried itself to the hilt. Alfred was unprepared for the pain but more so for the pleasure that came with it. He felt every inch and width of Ivan’s cock inside of him and he let out a gasped moan of pain and pleasure. Ivan gripped his hips and started slamming himself in and out of Alfred’s hot insides, lifting his lower back up off the ground. Alfred’s hands had nothing to grip on to so instead he lifted his body up with one arm and let the other loop around Ivan’s neck. With the new position Ivan had to move his hands to Alfred’s perk cheeks to help hold him up. He spread them more as Alfred was not fucking himself on Ivan’s erection, panting his hot breath against his face. Ivan pressed their foreheads together and couldn’t help but move one hand to rest on Alfred’s stomach. He moaned at the feel of the taunt muscles bending and tightening with each thrust.

“Keep growing thorns, my little rose! I like being pricked by them!”

He growled low and moved to bite at Alfred’s neck painfully. Alfred gasped and clenched his eyes in pain but the pleasure from his lower reigns was overriding it. The arm holding him up was threatening to buckle and Ivan seemed to know that as well. With a heavy shove, he pushed Alfred off of him and flipped him over onto his hands and knees. Alfred moaned and lifted his hips spreading his legs wider for Ivan. He let his upper body press against the soft moss as he felt Ivan grip his hips and slammed back into him. Ivan struck his sweet spot with enough pressure that it made Alfred’s eyes widen and voice his pleasure to the moss below him.

“Don’t fucking stop! Right there!”

Alfred breathed out and he felt Ivan pull out and continue to thrust back in. With he thrust he built up the pace and Alfred felt his body become limp with pleasure. He brought himself up onto his elbows and looked under himself to see his own erection dripping precum while his lover pounded him from behind. Small rivulets of blood trickled down his thighs from the forced entry but it didn’t bother him at all. He cried out as the pressure against his prostate was becoming unbearable and he tightened his muscles around Ivan’s cock. He heard his husband growl and once again he was shoved away from him. Alfred whined at the missing feel of Ivan’s member inside of him and he turned to see his husband standing before him, wearing a triumphant smirk. He was still hard and his cock twitched with pent up need, so why did he stop?

“I fear I have worn out my need for you.” He teased with a hearty laugh but it turned into a heavy ‘oomph’ as his stomach had collided with Alfred’s head and shoulder. The force of the surprised attack knocked him onto his back and he found himself at sword point with his rose planted on his lap.

“I didn’t give you permission to stop!” Alfred panted out, keeping the short sword pointed at Ivan’s throat.

“And just what do you plan to do?” Ivan smirked and watched as Alfred lifted his perfect lithe body above his erection and slowly lowered himself until he was seated all the way. Alfred let his head drop back as he let out a please groan before returning his gaze to the man beneath him.

“If you won’t fuck me then I will fuck myself on you. Once I obtain my pleasure I don’t care about yours.”

“How devilish cruel of you, my dove.”

Ivan chuckled and let out a moan as Alfred started rocking himself on his erection. Alfred started out slow but quickened his pace until he was nearly lifting himself off of him and slamming back down. The both voiced their pleasure with throaty moans and words of encouragement. Ivan grew tired of being on the bottom with that sword point at his throat so he gripped Alfred’s wrist painfully and twisted it until it dropped. Alfred let out a hiss of pain but moaned went Ivan sat up, settling him in his lap. He was still impaled on Ivan’s cock but with this position he only seemed deeper and pressed at a different angle.

Alfred threw his arms around Ivan’s shoulders and moaned into his ear as he continued thrusting up into his tight heat. Ivan held his lover tightly in his arms as he pressed up into him, wanting nothing more than to melt the man into him and shield him forever. This beautiful rose in his lap, writhing and moaning above him meant more to him than anything else in the world. He had walked right in to enemy territory to snatch him back. The idea of any one else touching his rose had always infuriated him but now so more than ever. The way his Alfred swung a sword and killed those men only heightened his desire for him even more. This was his wife, his lover, his companion, and now his warrior in arms and nothing was going to separate them.

“MINE!” He thrust up hard into him. “You lay with anyone else and I will kill you!”

“The same goes for you! Aside from Yao…if you stray from my bed I will slit your throat while you sleep!” Ivan gripped Alfred’s hair and tugged it back to expose his neck and he bit down on the soft skin there, drawing blood.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Damn straight I am.” Alfred breathed out.

“I like it.”

Ivan held him close once again and bit into his shoulder as he continued thrusting upwards. Alfred’s cries were becoming more heightened as the pleasure inside him was building. It was almost like his first time again but he wasn’t scared, he was welcoming it. How could he even think about lying with another man after he had been with Ivan like this? Arthur was just a pity fuck and he had no desire to sleep with his caretaker again. He loved Arthur but not in the same way he loved Ivan. His husband was cruel, yes, and he had beaten him before with these strong hands that were wrapped around his body. One was stroking him in time with his thrusts and the other was clawing down his back. But he didn’t care. With his newfound personality he knew that he was the only one that had any kind of physical control over Ivan. This intense lovemaking they were engaging in was proof of that. Anyone else ever spoke to Ivan like he did they would be met with an axe to their face.

This power was all his and it was something that Yao did not possess. To gain Ivan’s true affection you had to meet him head on with equal force. Alfred lowered himself to Ivan’s standards and found a whole side to himself and his husband that he wished he had known sooner. This whole ordeal had succeeded in bringing them closer together. He knew that the barbarians would attack again but this time he would not sit back in the tub and wait for something to happen. Just like his vision he would join Ivan in battle and fight by his side. It was his home and country too and he would not abandon it.

“I’m gonna cum…fuck yes…I’m gonna cum…Ivan…!”

Alfred moaned out as the pleasure just continued to build until he felt like he would explode. Ivan’s erection was like a rock thrusting into him and hitting all the right places. Even Arthur wasn’t as hard as Ivan ALWAYS was. His insides were raw and aching but the build up in his dick was overwhelming him, not to mention the mud-textured hand that was stroking him with just the right amount of pressure. Ivan’s face was buried in Alfred’s neck and he nipped at the skin.

“Cum for me, my beloved. Let us become one once again…let yourself go and be your TRUE self, little rose. Don’t hide it anymore.”

Alfred’s breath hiked up a notch and he tightened his hold around Ivan’s neck as waves of emotions, as well as pleasure, stormed over his body in one solid swoop. Arching his back and pressing himself into Ivan’s body, he let out a pleasure cry as he ejaculated between them, sprouting his cum all over their stomachs. Ivan quickly lowered them to the ground and held Alfred’s leg, holding it above his shoulder as he frantically thrust inside of his rose. He felt his own release coming on and one quick look at Alfred’s blood clad body and his glazed over eyes was more than enough to send him over the edge. With a heavy growl he held himself above his love and stiffened as he came inside of him. The force of his orgasm was unlike anything he had experienced before and he knew Alfred’s newfound self was the cause of it.

They both panted heavily as they gazed up at each other, bodies still covered in blood that mingled with sweat. Ivan refused to remove himself Alfred’s body as he wanted to savor this perfect moment. He gazed down into Alfred’s beautiful blue eyes and was surprised to see tears building up there.

“My love? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No…no not at all. It was more than I have ever dreamed of, Ivan.” Alfred breathed out but the tears were still welling up in his eyes.

“Then why do you cry, my love?”

“I…I don’t know why I’m crying…I’m not one for it…but…but for some reason I just can’t help it.”

“My sweetheart…” Ivan lifted him into his lap and cradled him there, stroking the side of his head as Alfred’s other ear was pressed against his heart. “I’m so glad to have you back in my arms. I want to have you in these arms every day for the rest of our lives. I won’t ever let you go…you know that. I killed for you, Alfred. I left my post to save you…I abandoned my soldiers to rescue you. None of that mattered to me. All that did matter was that I could see your precious smiling face once again. I want to wake up to that smile every morning and these beautiful blue eyes. You are mine, Alfred Jones. No, Alfred Braginski. If you should ever leave my arms forever…I promise I will not be long in following you.” He said the last part in a whisper, taking one of Alfred’s hands and holding it in his. “Very rarely do I speak like this, my rose, so please don’t be alarmed when you never hear them after this moment. You know my feelings now.”

“I do.” He nuzzled his chest. “Is it horrible for me to say that…I hope you die first so I know you aren’t suffering without me?” Ivan chuckled.

“Not at all. I wouldn’t have it any other way, my love. You are strong enough to go on…this is my only weakness in life and you will take it to the grave with you. We will have hard times fall upon us as life goes on…but we both have this moment to know how we really feel about one another. I will always take care of you, Alfred. I will never abandon you and I hope you would never do the same.” Alfred shook his head.

“No…I have no reason to abandon you…you’re stuck with me now.” Alfred smiled and he heard Ivan chuckle.

“I look forward to it.” They were silent for a moment and then Alfred spoke.

“Hey Ivan? I know you’re not one for these words…and I know it’s not in your nature to say them…but you feel them, right?”

“Of course I do.”

“I’m talking about, ‘I love you’.” Ivan nodded above him, burying his nose in his hair.

“I know.”

“So how would you say it right now?”

He felt Ivan squeeze his hand gently and that was more than enough for Alfred to hear the words echoed in his own heart. Once there love-making session was over and they had come down from their passion high, the realized one thing. They were all alone in the woods and their clothes were torn. Alfred looked up at Ivan.

“Do you know where we are?” Ivan smiled happily at him.

“Nope!”

End Chapter 26 TBC

***Whew! That was a busy one! Onto the wine! *fanfare*
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