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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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***Warning: Yaoi in this chapter! The Gilbert/Matthew scene is dedicated to my good friend and long time msn rp-ing buddy, ReelJustine, who has been begging me to post it. :P

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Chapter 27

After their moment was over and they had to continue on their way they found themselves lost among the mass amount of trees. To Alfred, all the trees looked exactly alike due to his poor vision, so he really had no sense of direction. The only direction Ivan knew was north since he had traveled straight through the woods to the ocean. However, Ivan wasn’t sure of which way was north from their current position. At this point it was the blind leading the blind.

“You really have no idea where we are?” Alfred frowned at him and Ivan grinned in response.

“I think we should just keep continuing straight. I’m sure we’ll end up somewhere.”

“Are you serious!? Everyplace is ‘somewhere’! That doesn’t help us! And your makeshift clothes are starting to fall apart!” Ivan had taken their torn clothes and made fairly short skirts that hid their lower parts. Alfred’s kept slipping from its knot and Ivan had to continuously pull his up.

“Well it’s better than walking around naked, yes? And best we keep on walking in case those invaders come looking for us.” Ivan took his hand and they continued their walk through the woods. Alfred kept looking behind them for any barbarians that may be coming their way.

“Hey Ivan? This isn’t the end to our battle with those natives, huh?” Ivan shook his head.

“Not at all. I was fortunate to get you away from there as quickly as I could. I gambled everything on those dogs bringing them to their knees and it worked. But should something like this happen again it won’t be that easy. Lets consider ourselves lucky this time.”

“Well right now I wouldn’t call us ‘lucky’. I would call us lost. And damn it, the sand fly bites are starting to itch again!” Alfred whined as he started to claw at his arm.

“A dip in some cool water will ease the itching. If we keep walking I’m sure we’ll come across a river. This area is too lush and green for there not to be a water source somewhere.”

“Yeah, that’s true…keep really quiet.” Alfred told him and Ivan did so, looking at Alfred while his eyes darted left to right. He appeared to be listening for something and Ivan was worried that he heard the natives coming. “There is water around here! I hear a brook! It’s coming from this way!”

Alfred waved Ivan on and began leading him in the direction of the water. Ivan’s brows were up in worry as he wondered if he should fully trust in Alfred’s judgment. As they pushed on through the trees, Alfred had to keep pushing branches out of their way. However, he carelessly let them go without any regard for Ivan behind him. After the first hit with the branch, he let it slide. The second whack; he started to get annoyed. The third whack, which got him in straight in the face, was the breaking point. He gripped Alfred’s shoulders and spun him around, startling him. Ivan had a forced smile on his face but his brows were drawn downward in annoyance.

“Dearest rose, please refrain from hitting me with those branches or I’m afraid I’ll have to introduce you to some jungle dirt.”

“Maybe you should just avoid the branches?” Alfred replied sarcastically but with a pleasant smile.

“Let us walk side by side then.”

Ivan gripped his hand tightly and walked beside him as they searched for the water. Despite his doubts Alfred had led them to a river and he puffed his chest out proudly. Ivan went into the river to start scrubbing himself clean of the tattoos and mud. The sap was particularly painful to pull off and he had to use some stones from the river to help rub it off. The skin did not come off in sheets like he thought it would but rather in pieces, which made it take longer than his patience could handle. The mud was no trouble to clean off but the skin parts were proving to be the most formidable. Alfred was also in the river but he was trying to get his sand fly bites to stop their itching. He spent most of the time sitting on the river floor up to his neck, sighing in relief. The gentle running water was helping to ease the itching. He looked over at Ivan who was struggling to pull of the skin from his body. Hot water would be better but if Ivan wanted to get the skin tattoos off now then Alfred wouldn’t complain. He was enjoying the warm sun on his face and the cooling water on his bites.

After a long while of basking and bathing, Ivan had finally finished removing the pieces of skin. Some sap remained here and there but at least the biggest part was done. He even dipped his head under the water to slick his hair back so it looked less like he got struck by lighting. Alfred was reluctant to get out since he feared that his bites would start itching again but the sooner they made it back to the palace, the sooner he could get proper medicine. Sadly he rose out of the water and joined Ivan on the bank, shaking themselves off.

“Which way now?” Alfred asked.

“Well…considering we’re still near the ocean and the river is heading that way, we can assume that if we follow this river against its currant it should lead us to some type of civilization. Most towns and cities are built near water sources.”

Alfred agreed to that so they walked along the river in hopes of coming across a city or a town that could lead them back to the palace. Just as they luck was starting to look up, Ivan froze in his walking and shot his hand out to grip Alfred’s wrist. Alfred hissed at the slight pain and he whirled around to voice his displeasure but was greeted with Ivan’s finger pressed against his own lips. Alfred immediately paused in his words and started to listen for anything strange. He couldn’t hear anything so why was Ivan shushing him?

“Ivan?” He whispered.

“Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?” Alfred asked.

“The vibrations. Beneath our feet.” Ivan pointed down and Alfred did start to notice some very faint vibrations beneath him. He looked up in alarm at Ivan who had a straight, worry-free face.

“Ivan…you don’t think…?”

“Maybe some of those boats weren’t just for warriors…” Ivan pointed out and their ears picked up the combined faint sounds of barking dogs and neighing horses. “RUN!”

Alfred didn’t need to be told twice, nor did he need to question Ivan’s choice of action. Alfred took off with alarming speed, surprising Ivan who was a few steps behind him. He didn’t know Alfred could run so fast but with his long legs and lithe body it was no surprise. They kept looking behind them as they continued running along the river, which was starting to grow smaller and smaller the further they traveled. The open area started to fill with trees again and they could clearly hear the heavy hoof beats not far from their current location.

“Alfred, stop!” Ivan called to the man ahead of him and Alfred screeched his heels to halt with his husband nearly slamming into him. Luckily Ivan avoided the collision but it wasn’t by much. “We can’t keep running.” He said, out of breath. “It’s best we hide until they pass.”

“But where?”

“Up this tree! It’s high, strong, and the branches are thick! The greenery will also hide us. Start climbing!”

“What do I look like? A squirrel?” Alfred was never good at climbing trees. His brother Matthew was the tree climber of the two and Alfred was everything else. “Well, maybe you do. Fat cheeks.”

“Funny. Now step into my hand and I’ll lift you up! No dilly dallying!” Ivan cupped his hands and crouched low. “Once you’re at the first branch, start climbing!” Alfred put one dirt-clad foot into Ivan’s cupped hands.

“Yes and I’ll say ‘hi’ to your family up there as we-GAH!” Alfred was lifted up with lightening speed into the tree, almost hitting a rather chubby branch. “You could have warned me!” he hissed down at him.

“Oopsie-doopsie!” Ivan said happily and waited until Alfred was clinging to a branch before he leapt up to clutch at one himself. The two proceeded to climb from branch to branch as far up the tree as they could. “See? This was a splendid idea!”

“I think I have sap on my balls!” Alfred complained as he almost lost his footing but caught himself with the aid of a smaller branch. “How much higher do we have to climb?”

“Almost to the peek. That way we can be far away from sight and smell.”

And so they climbed, over branch after branch after branch. Ivan almost fell a total of five times during his ascend. Most of the time, his reasoning for almost falling was Alfred’s very slow climbing. The man took his sweet time testing out the branches before he put his weight on them. The only tactic they shared was the occasional branch grab with their arms and legs to keep from falling. Anybody who saw them now climbing the tree after the killing performance before would not believe they were the same men. As the climbed higher the tree started to become narrower and they had to stop at the last thick branch in sight. Alfred plopped down on the spot where it met the trunk and soon Ivan joined him, letting out a heavy breath.

“Whew…that was a lot of work.” Ivan whispered and looked down to see how far they had climbed. He could barely see the ground and that was a good thing for it meant they were well hidden.

“So when do you think we can continue our journey back? I can still hear their damn horses.”

“They won’t search past nightfall so we just have to wait until it gets dark enough.” Ivan thought for a moment. “And I think…” Ivan started to climb a few more thin branches and peeked through the leaves. He grinned when he saw the palace a short distance before them. “We’re in luck!” he sat back down on the branch. “I can see the palace! It’s in that direction and if we leave by early nightfall we will get there by sunrise!”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes! So all we have to do is just sit here quietly and wait. By tomorrow morning we will be soaking in a hot tub with a hot breakfast!” Alfred’s mouth watered at the thought.

“Yeah…hot breakfast…”

“SH! They’re nearby.”

The two stayed perfectly still as they heard the sound of horse noises and dogs running. Alfred looked through the leaves until he found a clear spot and could see a couple of barbarians in the distance on horseback. They were swarming the woods around them and Alfred couldn’t help but slip his hand over to clutch at Ivan’s. Ivan held back and the two remained in the tree for the long hours of the day until the sun had finally started to go down. They could hear the barbarians retreating but they couldn’t descend yet. They would have to wait until it was much darker before beginning their dangerous descend. Alfred was near crazy with boredom that he was prepared to just take his chances and climb down now. However, Ivan kept him busy with having him figure out many riddles until the moon had started to rise. Now was the time.

“Alright, be EXTEREMLY careful while climbing down. It’s dark.” Ivan pointed out and he started to climb down slowly. Surprisingly, Alfred could climb down faster than he could climb up and he was already well past Ivan. “Don’t go so fast!” he whispered harshly at him.

“So what? Are you gonna spank me?” Alfred replied with sarcasm.

“We can start there.” Ivan said and attempted to move with the same speed as Alfred just to keep face. “Make sure you look around before you jump to the ground, okay?” Ivan warned him.

“Will do!” When Alfred landed on the last branch and looked around as much as he could, finding themselves alone. He jumped onto the ground and looked up at Ivan, his hands on his hips and grinning. “Here squirrely, squirrely, squirrel!” He whispered loud enough for him to hear.

“Somebody is cruising for a bruising.” Ivan muttered to himself as he climbed his way back down.

“Hurry up on down! I’ve got some nice nuts for you if you do!”

“Yeah and just wait until I crack those nuts.” Ivan muttered again. Unfortunately, the last branch he was holding on to snapped and he fell the rest of the wall. It was a short way down but it was still painful nonetheless. Alfred had to stifle his laugh as Ivan blew a leaf away from his lips. Alfred bent over him with his hands on his hips and a large grin.

“So the Great Ivan Braginski can wear another man’s skin, defeat an army single handed, win the favor the king, but he can’t climb up or down a tree. That’s fairly ironic.”

“Well…we all have our strengths and weaknesses…we are all human.” He pouted as he stood up, brushing himself off. “We’d best be off. Come on.”

So in to the night they fled, traveling through the woods in the direction of the palace. Their journey was uneventful save for the few trips and slips from time to time. The further they went the more recognizable the area was becoming for Ivan. A horrific smell filled Alfred’s nostrils and he covered his nose immediately.

“Ugh…what is that smell?”

“Ah, now I know where we are!”

Ivan smiled merrily as he pointed to the clearing where Gilbert had led the first battle with the barbarians. Alfred gasped at all the corpses that were being picked at by night creatures and flies. The buzzing sound was almost unbearable as Ivan started to pull him through the mass of dead bodies. Alfred couldn’t help but look at each one he past and noticed they were either mauled or stabbed. He almost lost what little food he had when he past a body who’s guts had been opened and picked at. But the bit that disgusted him the most was the fact that the chest was slowly bubbling under the tunic.

“I-Ivan…I think I’m going to throw up!” He wretched a bit and Ivan stopped to rub his back. “That body is going to explode or something!” Ivan followed Alfred’s finger to the body that was ‘bubbling’.

“Ah, fear not, my little rose. He is not going to explode. Some type of creature is in there picking out all the good parts. He’ll be hallowed out by morning.”

“Oh good.” Alfred said with a sarcastic sneer as he swallowed down what little bile threatened to come up.

“This is the aftermath of war, my rose.”

“It’s terrible…” Alfred said softly as Ivan continued leading him on.

“It’s life. As long as people quest for power wars will always exist.”

“Life shouldn’t be that way…” Ivan smiled back at him.

“I love your innocence and naïve thoughts of life. Come, we are almost out of this hellhole and there will be a path up farther that we can follow. It will lead us right back to the palace.”

“Yes, get me out of this horrible place.”

Ivan led him through the bodies and up a hill until they came to the promised path. It was a wide path that was made for large armies or parades to pass through easily. Alfred was so relieved to be close to the palace that he leapt onto Ivan’s back. He wrapped his arms and legs around him and held on tight. Ivan did not protest but hooked his own arms under Alfred’s long legs and proceeded to piggy-back ride him for as long as he could. Little did they know that by the time they got back there would be troubling news.

Ludwig and Gilbert arrived back at the palace on horseback by nightfall. Gilbert had already gotten rid of the crutch and chose to limp manly instead. Upon entering the palace they were greeted by applause and congratulations for their victory over the barbarians. Gilbert enjoyed the praise, grinning and waving back at the people. Ludwig chose to remain impassive as they walked their way through the halls to the king’s public hearing office. Rarely did the king leave his office these days due to the war at hand. People were always coming in with news or something to report to him. Right now that was just what they were going to do. The guards let them into the office without question and sure enough the king sat on his throne, drumming his fingers on the arms. He sat up straight when he saw Ludwig and Gilbert enter.

“Your majesty.” Ludwig said and they both bowed.

“General Ludwig, I have to congratulate you on your win at the wall. I was told your firm leadership had all my soldiers working to their highest ability which lead to our victory.”

“I appreciate the honor, your majesty. I simply had a job to do and I would see that it got done right.”

“As you have in past many other times, General Ludwig. I need more good men in my court and realm, which is why I have decided to knight you.” Ludwig quickly looked up at the king with his eyes wide in shock, as he could not have just heard what he thought he did.

“WHAT!?” Gilbert shouted in protest. “Excuse me, your highness, but I just want to go on record that I was mauled by war dogs that were totally unexpected! We held the surprise attack off as best we could! I chose to go to the front lines, which is where the REAL danger is! We’re not prepared for attacks!” The king looked at him and nodded.

“Yes, that is true, General Gilbert. But you also have a…very unique and interesting record that I can’t consider knight-worthy in my court. You are an excellent general though.”

“But-!”

“That is all I have to say on this matter, General Gilbert.” The king said with a bit of firmness in his voice and Gilbert knew he had to back off, even though he didn’t want to.

Gilbert moved away from Ludwig so he could stand on the side as he watched his brother go down on one knee to the king. In a way he was pleased for his little brother but he couldn’t help the feeling of displeasure and disappointment for himself. His brother was climbing up in the world and he was still going to be a simple general. His baby brother was now a knight who would have his own house and lands while he would be living in the barracks. When they used to play as kids Gilbert would always let Ludwig be the knight but he never expected it to actually happen. Gilbert thought to himself: ‘Why is it that the younger sibling always get the best of everything?’ He ceased his thoughts when he saw the king removing his own sword.

“In the name of the king, I knight you Sir Ludwig of Hillcrest, protector and keeper of the realm.” He gently moved the sword from one shoulder to the next before carefully pulling I away. “Arise, Sir Ludwig.” Ludwig did so and stood at attention in front of the king.

“Your highness, it is a pleasure and an honor to be given a house and title by you. I swear to never abuse my power or turn my back on this realm.”

“You are a very good speaker as well, Sir Ludwig. You may make journey to your new house and land to visit whenever you are ready. It is within the royal city walls. Let us hope the attacks cease for a bit so you may settle in.” Ludwig gave a small smile.

“Yes your majesty.”

“I am also expecting you to keep the other knights in line.” Ludwig bowed his head.

“Yes, your majesty.”

“That will be all, Sir Ludwig.”

“Thank you, your grace!” Ludwig bowed his head again and headed towards the door, waving Gilbert over to him. Gilbert limped over with a grumble and followed him out of the room and into the hall. “I can’t wait to tell Feliciano the good news!” He said to his brother.

“Yeah…it’s great news all right. You always had it easy, little brother.” Ludwig rolled his eyes.

“Don’t start with that.”

“It’s true! If your big brother didn’t pave the way for you in life you wouldn’t be here in this position right now.” Ludwig sighed.

“I guess it would be hard knowing your younger sibling has achieved a higher title than you. I suppose I would be jealous as well.” Gilbert hissed.

“Hey, don’t get me wrong. I’m not jealous of you, per say. I am pleased you have gotten this new title but it ruffles my feather that I didn’t get picked as well that’s all.”

“So you are proud of me, then?” Ludwig looked at him.

“Of course I am. I wiped your damn ass as a baby and beat up bullies for you. Of course I’m proud. It just sticks, that’s all.”

“Well, perhaps if you start changing your tune and being less…rambunctious…then maybe you will be considered for a knight as well. If you fear you’re going to be left out then you’re more than welcomed to come live with me in my new home. Feli won’t mind.”

“I can’t. I doubt Matthew will leave Alfred. But are you really going to leave Ivan?”

“I have my own land and title now. It would be foolish of me to still be working for a lord when I will be employed by the king. I would gladly lead his men though if he needed me to. Or to escort his wives someplace. Things like that.” Gilbert sighed.

“Ivan won’t be happy.”

“He’s not even back yet. I will speak with him when he rested from his return. Now let me go see Feliciano and tell him the news. You’ll probably find Matthew with Arthur and Francis.”

With that, the two brothers went their separate ways in the palace. Ludwig headed straight for Yao’s room, walking as fast as he could without letting anyone know he was excited. There were about five guards posted around the general area of the chambers but they let him through without question. Ludwig cleared his throat before he knocked softly on the door.

“Lady Yao, Feliciano, it’s just me, Ludwig.” He said and soon he heard the soft clicking of the lock being turned. When the door opened something red jumped out and nearly tackled him to the floor.

“WIGGY!” Feliciano squealed as he wrapped his arms and legs around Ludwig, clinging to him. “You’re back and you’re safe!” Feliciano whined out in a joyful cry, nuzzling his nose into Ludwig’s neck. “Things have been so scary here! I’m so glad you’re not hurt!”

“Welcome back, Ludwig.” Kiku said from inside the room and Yao waved at him from the window. Ludwig slipped his arms under Feliciano’s rump as he walked into the room, closing the door with his foot.

“Please say you come with news of Ivan or Alfred?” Yao asked him, trying to keep his composure but Ludwig could see he was concerned and worried.

“The only news I have to give you is that Ivan went off to rescue to Alfred and he was wearing a very…unique disguise that will allow him entrance into enemy territory.”

“I hope he’s all right…” Yao said softly, going back to gazing out the window.

“Now Feli, if you let go of me I have some wonderful news to tell you!” Feliciano slid off of him and planted himself firmly back on his feet. He wrapped his arms around Ludwig’s wide chest and nuzzled it with his cheek.

“Ve~ what is it?”

“Can we go for a walk, Yao?” Ludwig asked and Yao just nodded to them. “Come then.” He held his arm out for Feliciano so they could link arms. Feliciano was clutching his arm painfully but Ludwig didn’t quite mind at the moment.

“What did you have to tell me?” Feliciano asked as they strolled the halls.

“Well, I wanted to let you know that I am no longer a general…but a knight.” Feliciano stopped them in their walk to look up at Ludwig, completely shocked.

“H-Huh?”

“I’ve been knighted. The king has knighted me this very day. I am now Sir Ludwig of Hillcrest. I will have my own house and land within in the royal city walls.” He wrapped his arms around Feliciano’s waist and pulled him closer. “I want you to come and live with me.”

“Live with you? Just the two of us?”

“Yes. Just us and a few servants. You’ll be a head of the household rather than a servant and groom. Would you like that?” Feliciano thought for a minute and rest his hands and cheek against Ludwig’s chest.

“T-That would be really nice Wiggy…but I don’t think I would like the life of a knight’s wife. I see what Yao and Alfred go through and I don’t want to be a part of that.”

“Feli, you’re being foolish. Life can be so much better for us if we are on our own. We can always visit them and we’ll see them at court. It’s not like we’ll be oceans away. And why don’t you want to be your own person? Let someone serve you for a change.”

“But then…who will take care of Yao? He doesn’t trust many people easily.”

“Let them move one of Alfred’s grooms to him. Come on Feli, don’t do this to me. You know I’ve always strived to make the best for us and now I have! My salary will be higher and we can afford nice things.” Feliciano looked up at him.

“B-But can you marry me? I don’t have any titles or lands to my name. I’m not a noble at all…what if the other knights laugh at you?”

“As if that worries me. You will be become a noble when we marry…just like Alfred did.” He could see Feliciano was still skeptical about it. “Take the night to think it over, okay?”

“Okay.” Feliciano responded softly and Ludwig sighed. “Ludwig, can you take me back to Yao’s room? I want to ask him if I can spend the night with you.”

“Of course. I’m sure he will say ‘yes’. Best not to tell him yet about my knighthood and our possible move. Not until you think it over more, okay?” Feliciano nodded against him and they remained in the center of the hallway wrapped tightly in each other’s arms.

Meanwhile, Gilbert was tired of using the crutch so he tossed it to the side as he made his way to Francis’ room in hopes of finding Matthew. He pushed the whole knight thing out of his mind and focused on spending some time with his little violet eyed beauty. Gilbert had promised him that they would finally ‘do the deed’ once he had gotten back and despite his wounds (and doctor’s orders) he would not take it ‘easy’. Normally he would go to the barracks and drink a pint of ale to celebrate but that was before he knew Matthew. As he approached the door he decided to piss off Arthur by making a very loud and obnoxious knocking ‘tune’.

“Heya! It’s the super awesome and incredibly talented me! Is my Mattie in there?” The door opened and Francis stood before him.

“Ah, you’re back. And yes, Matthew is here.”

“Gilbert?” Matthew appeared behind Francis and then slipped under his arm to hug Gilbert. “I’m so glad you’re alive!”

“OW! OW! OW! Careful of the bandages, cutie.”

“OH! I’m sorry!” Matthew flushed in embarrassment but looked him up and down, his face a mask of concern. “What happened to you, Gilbie?”

“Why don’t you both come in and you can talk.” Francis offered and stepped aside to let them enter. Arthur stood up from the window seat as Gilbert came in.

“Do you know about Alfred?” Arthur asked immediately and Gilbert smirked.

“What? Not a ‘how are you doing?’ or ‘Good thing you aren’t mortally wounded.’” Arthur crossed his arms and glared at him.

“Just give me an answer, damn it.”

“Fine, fine. Ivan went out to rescue him and they will return. That’s all I will say. Right now I want to spend some much needed time with my cute little Mattie here.” He wrapped his arms around Matthew who giggled softly. Arthur was going to protest but Francis wrapped his arm around his neck and put a hand over his mouth.

“You can do so. Arthur and I need some alone time together as well.” Francis smiled and Arthur grunted. “You kids have fun!” Arthur grunted again and struggled in the hold.

Before Arthur could get at them, Gilbert pulled Matthew out of the room so they could make their way to the barracks. Matthew was concerned about Gilbert’s wounds but he assured him that he was perfectly able to walk. Matthew was still concerned about his brother and he asked Gilbert questions all the way to the barracks. Most of Gilbert’s replies were ‘I’m not sure’ or ‘I don’t know’. Matthew appeared to get a little frustrated but Gilbert would calm him soon enough. As they entered the small room, Matthew was still asking about Alfred but stopped when Gilbert gently gripped his shoulders.

“I said Alfred is fine. Ivan will save him. There is nothing you can do about it right now so just relax! Ivan is tough as nails and those barbarians don’t stand a chance. I promise you that Ivan will come back with Alfred safe in his arms.” Gilbert stroked his cheek and Matthew smiled sweetly.

“I do worry but…I know Ivan will take care of him.”

“Yes, so try not to worry TOO much, okay? So lets focus on US right now because you never know when I’ll get called away to war again. And remember what I said before I left?” He wiggled his eyebrows and scooped him up, carrying him over to the bed. Matthew turned beet red and tensed up in his arms. “Hey now, relax Mattie! I’m going to show you that Arthur and your brother were lying to you about sex.” He placed him down on the bed and Matthew looked up at him, stiff as a board.

“B-But d-don’t you…you think we should…should ask Arthur for permission? Alfred said I…I should ask…his or Arthur’s permission first!” Gilbert scoffed.

“Oh please! You’re not some fair damsel who’s reputation would be ruined.” Gilbert laid on the bed next to him and they turned their heads to face each other.

“A-Arthur said I…I should wait until I’m married.” Gilbert slapped a hand to his face.

“We WILL be married! Just not right now with the war and all! And Arthur’s one to talk! He’s been screwing Francis and they aren’t married yet.” Matthew shook his head.

“Oh no, Arthur would never do that. He told me so.” Gilbert let out a loud ‘HA’!

“Mattie, you have to realize that they are just trying to protect you by using lies. Your body won’t turn green if you have sex. They both have had sex and they aren’t green, right?”

“Ye-yeah…but they also said I would turn green because I’m not always healthy.”

“I’m not very healthy either but you don’t see me turning green, right?” Matthew shook his head. “Okay then, so we have an understanding.” He rolled on top of Matthew who started to tremble slightly at the weight.

“A-Are you sure you should be…be doing this…all hurt like that?” Matthew said with a gulp.

“Pfft, these wounds are nothing. I’m stitched up and bandaged so I’m all set. We’re not going to be like, upside down on the ceiling or anything.” Before Matthew could question or protest Gilbert brought his lips into a gentle kiss.

Matthew gave a little surprised ‘squeak’ into the kiss but soon moaned softly and closed his eyes. He had been so worried about Gilbert out on the battlefield but now he was here with him, kissing him. Matthew remembered Gilbert’s words before he left and they were constantly on his mind. He felt guilty for thinking ‘those’ types of thoughts but now that Gilbert was kissing him he felt a little quiver of excitement. The excitement being he was doing something he was told not to do. He had always followed the rules, unlike Alfred, but for some reason, this moment was different. Gilbert slipped his tongue past his lips and Matthew had to wrap his arms around his lover’s neck as his heart quickened in his chest. Gilbert pulled away from the kiss to lick his lips and smile down at him.

“How are we feeling now?” Matthew blushed.

“G-Good.” He said with a little smile and he scrunched his body up tight in what could be excitement or fear, Gilbert wasn’t very sure. But if he weren’t on top of his lover the young male would curl into a little embarrassed ball. Gilbert had to admit the tight scrunching of his body was adorable. The small hands were clenched on his chest as if he was trying to hide his body, and he wasn’t even undressed yet. “That was nice…”

“There is more to come.” Gilbert grinned and Matthew gulped again. “First we need to strip you of these clothes!”

Matthew ‘eeped’ as Gilbert easily lifted his smaller body to expertly lift his long tunic up and over his head. All he had now were his shoes and leggings, which Gilbert made quick work of as well. Matthew finally seemed to register what had just happened and he covered his face as his cheeks flushed hotly. Gilbert chuckled softly and gently moved Matthew’s hands away from his face.

“You are so adorable, Mattie! But there is nothing to be ashamed of. There is only you and me here, no one else. And your body is beautiful.” He leaned down and started kissing at his neck, making Matthew shiver.

“W-what about you? You’re still…still dressed.” Gilbert lifted his head to grin at him.

“So you want me undressed too?” He sat up on his knees and only undid his pants, shifting them down to his knees before reclaiming his place on top of Matthew.

“B-But what about the rest of your clothes?”

“I rather you not see all my wounds and stitches. And besides, when it comes to this act, this part is what is most important.” He gently thrust his growing erection against Matthew’s, making him cry out in surprise.

“G-Gilbie…I’m scared…”

“Shh…don’t be scared, Mattie. This is what lovers do. It’s the most romantic way to be close to one another. It will hurt at first and feel weird but once you are used to it, I promise it will feel really good! We’ll take it step by step, okay?”

“O-Okay.”

Matthew trembled as he felt Gilbert’s lips attach to his shoulder, laying soft kisses there. The lips caressed his skin as they trailed down over his chest and nipples, stopped to swirl his tongue around each one. Matthew blushed and moaned as he felt his nipples harden under Gilbert’s tongue. The sensation was uncomfortable at first but the more his teeth and tongue toyed with them the more aroused he had become. This slow, growing ache in his groin was unfamiliar to him. During puberty he had felt some bits of stirring pleasure but never like this! He felt himself growing hard against Gilbert and when the white haired man’s lips moved to his lower belly he arched his back with a shriek. Matthew looked down at him and muttered an embarrassed apology.

“No reason to be sorry!” Gilbert grinned at him. “Doing that shows me that you like what I am doing!”

“I-I d-do.” Matthew squeaked out.

“Then you’ll love what I’m going to do next!” Gilbert’s lips then moved to the tip of Matthew’s erection and his violet eyes widened when he felt a kiss placed at the top.

“N-NO!” He jerked his knees up and one met with Gilbert’s side, making him gasp out in pain. “OH NO! GILBERT I’M SO SORRY!” Matthew sat up and reached for him but Gilbert just flopped over his leg to land on the bed.

“Ah…no big deal…I didn’t need that particular rib anyway.”

“Gilbert I’m really sorry! But-but you can’t do that!”

“Do what?”

“Kis-kiss…this.” He covered himself. “That’s not right.” Gilbert buried his face in the sheets and grumbled something to himself. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” He lifted his head and climbed back over Matthew, pushing him down onto the bed. “Okay, so ‘that’ will come later.” Gilbert figured he had to move on or else Matthew will loose his nerve and not want to make love at all. He was a hardcore virgin and Gilbert would have to be as gentle as he could. “Here, I need to you suck on these.” He said softly and held three fingers to Matthew’s lips.

“W-why?”

“You’ll see. Just make sure they are nice and wet. It will help with the discomfort.”

“Discomfort?”

“Stop talking and just do it. You’re making yourself more nervous by thinking so much. Just lay back and feel instead. Close your eyes if you need too…if it makes you more comfortable. It’s easier to feel when you can’t see.” Matthew whimpered softly but closed his eyes and opened his mouth to Gilbert’s fingers. Gilbert carefully pushed them in and moaned when he felt Matthew sucking on them. “Use your tongue too.” Matthew’s blush was spreading across his face but his lower regions were twitching against Gilbert’s. Gilbert then slid his fingers from Matthew’s mouth and he opened his eyes.

“W-why did you pull them out?” Matthew asked him.

“So I can start preparing you for the good part.”

Gilbert leaned down to kiss him as he brought his fingers to Matthew’s puckered virgin entrance. Matthew gasped into his mouth and tried to move away but Gilbert had already pressed a finger inside the tight body. He felt Matthew’s muscles clench around it and felt his body shifting in light discomfort. Matthew just had to get used to the feeling and Gilbert would know when to add another once he felt the narrow hips thrusting forward. He thought it was going to take longer than it did but soon Matthew was pressing back against his finger. He moved his mouth away from Matthew’s, wanting to hear his voice as he pressed the next finger inside. Matthew arched his hips up and cried out softly.

“I-It feels funny…Gilbie…”

“At first it does, yes, but it will start to feel better. I just need to find the right spot…” He pressed his fingers up further and Matthew’s eyes flew open as he cried out in pleasure. “Bingo.” Gilbert pressed against that spot again and stroked it softly, making Matthew writhe on the bed beneath him. “See? I told you it would feel good!”

“G-Gilbert!” Matthew whimpered out as he thrust against his fingers. “W-what did you do?”

“I just found the little spot that makes this all worth while! Here comes the third finger.”

He pressed all three inside now, stretching him more. Matthew yelped as his muscles started to try and push out the invaders, refusing to let him stretch. Gilbert knew this part would take a lot of time so he started twisting and spreading his fingers apart inside to relax the clenching muscles. Matthew’s hands clutched at his back and shoulders as his body writhed against him. The fingers were uncomfortable but when they pressed up against that spot the pain would just melt away. Soon he was moaning against Gilbert’s ear until he felt the fingers removed from his body. He whined pitifully at the loss but then felt something else pressing against his stretched entrance. This was bigger and slightly softer than the fingers and Matthew started to clench up again.

“No, no, don’t clench, relax.” Gilbert whispered to him, kissing his cheek. “This will hurt at first but if you keep relaxing your muscles it will feel better.”

“I’m scared, Gilbert…” Matthew looked at him with wet eyes and Gilbert kissed the spot between them.

“I know…but just remember that this is something two people do to show how much they love each other.” He smiled and Matthew smiled back at him but it was short lived as Gilbert pressed the head inside.

“O-ow!” Matthew whimpered as he felt more of Gilbert push in to his clenching muscles. “Ow Gilbert! It hurts!” He cried out. His muscles were trying to push the larger invader out but Gilbert kept pushing in, pausing halfway so Matthew could slowly adjust. Matthew let his tears slip down his cheeks at the pain in his backside for it did not feel the same as the fingers did.

“Shh…shh relax love. Don’t fight it or it will hurt like this! I’m almost all the way in.”

“Take it out, Gilbert!”

“No, your first time is always hard. It will get better, I promise! Just hold on to me tight!”

Gilbert wrapped his arms around Matthew and held him as he continued to press the rest of he way in. Matthew was an extremely tight and narrow virgin which was making hard for even Gilbert to press the rest of the way in. It took a lot longer than it should have but Gilbert did not want to hurt Matthew unnecessarily. When he was finally seated inside he waited until the muscles stopped clenching and unclenching around him. He knew he had torn Matthew’s inners a bit for he could feel the tiny trail of blood tickle his cock as it trickled out. The small bit of blood would help lubricate as well but Matthew didn’t need to know that at this moment. He kissed the small river of tears away and even though he didn’t think Matthew was fully ready, he couldn’t stand to see him suffering so. It would be more painful at first but the sooner he started moving and striking his sweet spot, the better his lover will feel.

“I’m going to start moving, Mattie. Give it a little bit of time to feel good.”

“No…no more, Gilbert! Please.”

Gilbert couldn’t stop now because they would never be able to do it again, that much he was sure of. Instead he brought Matthew’s lips into a kiss as he pulled out a bit and pressed back in. Matthew cried out into his mouth, pushing at his chest to make him stop. Gilbert deepened the kiss to distract him as he pulled out more and thrust gently back in. Matthew was clawing at his back in pain and trying to pull his mouth away from Gilbert. He let Matthew pull away from him as he gave another thrust inside, hoping it would hit the right spot.

“AHH! GILBERT!” Matthew shrieked in pleasure and arched his hips into Gilbert’s.

Matthew trembled as the next soft thrust struck that spot again and the pain mixed with the pleasure wasn’t so bad. At first it felt like he was being split open with a knife and it was the worse thing he had ever felt. But Gilbert had promised it would feel better and his lover did not lie to him. Gilbert’s thrusts were soft and slow but little by little they started to increase. Matthew’s body opened more to welcome the quickened thrusts as they struck his prostate each time. He raked his nails down Gilbert’s back as his movements increased and Matthew found his body arching to meet each thrust. Matthew tried to keep his voice quiet but the pleasure was just too intense for him to be ‘polite’. So he held on to Gilbert and cried out his name as his body was continuously filled with his lover. Even the bed was squeaking beneath them and tapping against the stone wall but he didn’t care who heard them. Matthew would feel embarrassed about this later but as for right now his lover was filling his body with pleasure he never knew he could experience.

“G-Gilbert…”

“You’re going to cum soon…” Gilbert panted out as he looked down at him, keeping the pace of his thrusts. “That’s what you feel…I can tell...!”

Matthew could feel the pleasure building up in his body like a storm and he didn’t know what to make of it. It just kept climbing and climbing until the pleasure suddenly intensified tenfold. The world seemed to stop as his eyes rolled back in his head and he saw white behind them as he came for the first time. His chest was heaving with aftershock as his body rode out the rest of the pleasure while Gilbert was still thrusting into him. The extreme tightening of his inner muscles around his cock was more than enough for Gilbert to reach his own orgasm. Normally he could hold out longer but since this was Matthew’s first time he had used up most of his strength coaxing him into it. Gilbert stilled himself and moaned as he shot his essence into Matthew’s passage. He heard Matthew hiss a bit and knew his cum has stung whatever tear he had made.

“Mattie…open your eyes.” Matthew did so and he looked up into Gilbert’s red ones, panting heavily. “How was that?”

“G-Gilbie…that was…was…I don’t know! It was…amazing and weird and…and special.” He smiled at Gilbert, his breathing starting to regulate itself. Gilbert leaned down and kissed him passionately before pulling away.

“Well that’s called making love and it is special. Now look at your arm, is it green?” He held up Matthew’s arm who gave a tiny chuckle and shook his head. “See? I told you they were lying. They just don’t want you to have any fun.”

“They’ll be mad at you when they find out.” Matthew said but Gilbert scoffed.

“Please, I’m not afraid of them. What we did is just between us and no one else. Although I can assure you that you will be sore for a day or two. It’s natural.” Gilbert slowly pulled out and Matthew clenched one eye shut, giving a little groan of discomfort. “There, all out.”

“Will it always hurt like that when we start?” Matthew asked him as Gilbert laid beside him on the bed.

“No. The more we do it the more your body will grow accustomed to it. The next few times may be uncomfortable but they will continue to get easier.”

“Mmm…” Matthew hummed softly and curled up into him, snuggling against him.

“You know, if you feel up for another round we could-“ he stopped when he heard Matthew’s soft snores against his chest. He chuckled and pulled the blanket up around them. “Sleep tight, Mattie.” He kissed his head before letting himself fall into a much needed (and well deserved) sleep.

Just as Ivan had predicted they were at the palace doors by early afternoon. It had helped that they hitched a ride on a wagon heading in that direction. The merchant let him have some tunics to properly cover themselves before they could make their way into the palace. There were hundreds of gasps and murmurs at the sight of the two making their way through the palace. Ivan noticed that all the court members were wearing black and he wondered whom it was that died. It couldn’t have been the king because everything would be mass chaos.

“Lord Ivan! Lord Ivan!” They stopped to see Lord Owen hurrying over to them, he himself dressed in black. “My Lord and Lady, I am pleased to see you both back and well…but I’m afraid you have returned at a grave time.”

“What’s happened here?” Ivan asked.

“Well, you know the king sent word to his son’s army to retreat back here to help defend the city but…but along they way they were ambushed. Our men won the battle but the young prince did not survive.” Alfred gasped softly. “The soldiers brought him back on a built horse drawn sled…along with the prince’s murderer.”

“That is indeed grave news. Is there a meeting in progress?”

“Not yet. We are still waiting for a few of our members to arrive. Please hurry and ready yourself…these are very dark and uncertain times right now.” Ivan nodded.

“Thank you, Lord Owen.” Ivan turned to Alfred. “I wish I could spend more time with you but right now I have important matters to attend to.”

“I completely understand.” Alfred replied.

“I’ll dress in Yao’s room for I’m sure he’s missed me and would like to see me.”

“Yes, I’ll go and see Matthew and the others. Let me know how things go.”

Ivan made his way up to the chambers while Alfred detoured for Arthur and Francis’ room. Ivan made haste up the steps and down the halls until he got to their personal chambers. The guards bowed to him as they stepped aside to let him pass. Ivan knocked on the door once before quickly shoving it open. He startled both Yao and Kiku.

“I-Ivan?!” Yao stood up from his chair as his husband appeared in the doorway. “Ivan you’re alive!” Ivan smiled and closed the door behind him.

“Yes, I’m alive and so is Alfred. We’re both safe.” Ivan held his arms out to Yao who raced into them, latching his smaller arms around him.

“I was so worried, Ivan! I was afraid I would never see you again…”

“You know I’m one tough bug to get rid of.” He chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “And I hate to have to leave you again, love, but there are urgent matters I must attend to.” Yao nodded against his chest.

“I know…the death of the prince. He was only two years younger than me…and the king hasn’t any others.”

“Things will start to change now. His only heir is now dead and it raises hundreds of questions and uncertainties. I hope you’ve brought something in black?”

“Yes, I have. Ugh…you reek.”

“I know, long story. I will tell you about it later. Right now I need to quickly dress and make my way to that meeting.”

“Kiku, prepare Ivan’s clothes.” Yao ordered him softly and Kiku went to do so. Yao forced Ivan over to the water basin where he attempted to help wash some of the stink off of him. “I suggest you wear a hat. You have more sap in your hair than I have ever seen.” Ivan chuckled at that, not wanting to tell Yao what it was REALLY from. Kiku had all of Ivan’s council wear set out on the bed and ready for him.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen now, my love.” Ivan said as he dried himself with the towel. He went over to the bed and started to dress. “The king fully adored and treasured his only son. He won’t be the same after this.”

“I fear for the kingdom and this war.” Yao picked up the chain of office necklace. “What if the king is not well enough to properly organize this war? We can’t just stop it.”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions yet.” Ivan said and bent forward so Yao could slip the necklace over his head. “If it’s not one thing happening, it’s another. We haven’t been having much luck, have we?” Ivan smiled at Yao who still wore an unhappy frown.

“This isn’t a time to joke around, Ivan.”

“I know, sweetling.” He stroked his cheek before giving him a chaste kiss. “I was with Alfred all this time and promise that once things are calm and settled for the day, I will spend the night with you in your bed.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. And if things go well, I will also share breakfast with you.”

“I will hold you to that, Ivan Braginski.”

“I know you will.” He kissed him again. “We’ll talk more later.” He bowed and quickly left the room.

When he arrived at the meeting hall everyone was already there except for the king. A few advisors were there, including the king’s as well as Toris. Toris was shocked to see him alive and not insane. He would have gone over to him but Ivan held up his hand to silently tell him to remain where he was. The other nobles seemed to be shocked that he had returned unannounced but none of them engaged in conversation with him. The king’s advisor was at the head of the table, wearing a look of stress and deep concern. Ivan knew this was going to be a very long meeting.

“Gentlemen of the council, please be seated so we may begin this meeting.” The lords all took their proper seats and silenced their private conversations with one another. The advisor cleared his throat and folded his hands in front of him on the table. “As we all know, grave news of the young prince’s death has filled our hearts with grief and sorrow. I speak for the king and represent him at this meeting today. He is stricken with heavy grief and we cannot blame him. For the loss of a child is one of the hardest burdens to endure.” All of them bowed their head in silence for a moment yet Ivan couldn’t help humming a song in his head. “Now, I know there are many concerns and questions we all have but lets start with the one that is all plaguing us.”

“Yes! I will speak the question!” One of the lords raised his hand.

“Stand and speak, Lord Starkling.”

“Now that the king’s only heir has died, what is to become of the succession?” Everyone murmured and nodded, as that was the main question on all their minds.

“Of that I do not have a straight answer for. Right now the king is too distraught to think properly or wisely. He may choose to take another wife and sire another child but at his age that may prove troublesome. As we all know our king’s nature is very lenient and he may just name a successor to the throne instead of siring another.” The men all protested and complained at his statement. Ivan slammed his fist a few times on the table to get them all to settle down.

“You sound like a bunch of wild animals. Let the man finish.”

“Thank you, Lord Ivan. The king loved his late wife dearly and I doubt he will want to take another wife against his own conscience. And his family is so small and cruel that he would never let them grace the throne. They are too far separated from the blood and can’t be trusted.”

“So you are saying we should expect someone else to be named ‘king’ in his place?” Lord Starkling asked.

“I’m not quite saying that. Right now we are uncertain due to his extreme grief but I wanted you all to know what we will be considering.”

It took all of his power not to smile as all eyes had glanced his way when the word ‘successor’ was mentioned. Ivan knew he was the king’s favorite and the man also adored his Alfred. He would be considered for the succession, he just knew it. He could rule his very own kingdom with his wives by his side. The thought of all that absolute power made his pants grow tight so he had to quickly cross his legs. Best to keep his mind focused on the meeting at hand for nothing was certain yet.

“I will be acting as regent for the king. We will have the prince’s funeral tomorrow morning at dawn. The king will be attending a private funeral afterwards. I expect you all to be there with your families as the casket is pulled through the street to the cemetery. The king has chosen those of us to ride by the prince’s side.” He read the paper. “Lord Starkling, Lord Haywood, Lord Owen, Lord Henry, and Lord Ivan. Stallions will be provided for you and you are to meet at the back entrance. Any other questions?”

“What of the murderer?” Asked Lord Owen.

“Yes. He is found guilty without trail. Tomorrow after the funeral he will be beheaded in the public square. All of you are expected to be there as well.” The advisor looked to Ivan. “The king has asked for you to carry out the execution and take the murderer’s head to the front gate to post on a spike.” Ivan smiled.

“I would be honored.” No one else would be up for the job.

“Now it would seem that we don’t have enough of the king’s word to proceed with any questions at this time.” Said Lord Haywood. “Right now we should focus on the funeral and this beheading and wait for the king to finish his mourning.”

“I agree with Lord Haywood. Lets not run around like chickens with our heads cut off before we know more.” Replied Lord Henry.

“Yet none of us will rest easy for many nights to come.” Lord Owen pointed out and everyone muttered softly and nodded.

“Very well…then we shall cut this meeting short and pick it up when the king lets us know more. I will always be at his side, writing down anything and everything he says. Try to rest easy, everyone. Dismissed.”

As everyone gathered to leave Ivan met up with Toris and walked out with him. Ivan was silent but he had a hint of a smile that chilled Toris’ blood. He feared that Ivan would share with him what was brought up at the meeting. If he does then Toris would drink himself blind tonight and wander into Feliks bed, if he’ll have him. Once they were alone, Ivan pulled him to the side and grinned at him.

“Did you hear what was said in there?” Ivan’s grin grew wider and Toris gulped, nodding.

“Y-Yes…I know which part you are speaking of as well. But walls have ears, Ivan.” Ivan looked around and tugged him down the hall, searching for an empty room. Toris instead just led him to his own room where they could speak in private. Ivan skipped into the room while Toris closed the door behind him, starting to tremble. “M-My lord…”

“I am the king’s favorite, Toris! I am bound to be at the top of the list of successors! And he adores my Alfred! You know why, right?” Toris shook his head. “Alfred has the same eyes as his late wife! Close to the same shade anyway. So Alfred is the ace up my sleeve!” Ivan suddenly lifted Toris up and swung him around. “This is great Toris! This is marvelous! I was born to rule!” He placed Toris back on his feet and the man stumbled from dizziness.

“L-Lord Ivan…a young life was lost…”

“Yes, and shit like that happens everyday.” He looked at Toris. “Do you know that right now some poor homeless child is dying on the streets? No, you don’t, because no one talks of them. Think of all the young lives that are lost every day, Toris. You can’t save them all.”

“Yes but-“

“Toris…you think to much! You’ll be the right hand of the king one day! And by king I mean me!” He said proudly. “And I will have a LOT of changes to make.” He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. “Starting with cleaning court…” Toris gulped.

“M-My lord…I don’t think the council members will…will be ‘kind’ if you are named successor.” Ivan’s grin turned dark and dangerous.

“Then let them protest and see what happens.” Toris nearly wet himself right there and he wondered if he jumped from his window right now if the fall would kill him. Suicide is said to be a coward’s escape but they have never worked for Ivan Braginski. “And you, old friend…” Ivan wrapped his arm around Toris’ waist, pulling him close. “You will keep these little ears and eyes open for anything pertaining to this, correct?”

“Y-Yes sir!”

“Good boy!” he pat Toris’ rump. “I’ll see you at the funeral tomorrow morning!” He giggled as he skipped towards the door and out of the room. Toris’ eyes rolled back in his head as he fainted to the floor.

Ivan’s next trip took him to Yao’s room where he had promised to share his bed. He fixed his chain of office necklace before entering the dark room. Only a few small wall torches remained lit. Kiku was still awake and reading a book underneath one of them. He looked up when Ivan came in and the man snapped his fingers, signaling Kiku to leave. Kiku closed the book and stood up, bowing before doing as he was told. Ivan closed the door behind him and quietly undressed down to his undershirt. He was so pleased with the way things were going that nothing could spoil his night. He thought he should let Alfred know he was staying with Yao but if his rose had any sense he would figure it out on his own.

He walked over to the bed where Yao was sleeping peacefully, lost among all the pillows. Ivan crouched down beside the bed and gazed at Yao’s sleeping face, laughing happily like a child looking at a puppy. His Yao would make a very graceful and dutiful queen. And his Alfred would too. Alfred still had a lot to learn about this life but Yao was already there. Ivan stood up and walked around the bed so he could climb in next to him. He spooned Yao’s back into his body so he could feel him. Ivan raised a hand to Yao’s shoulder and slipped the sheer nightshirt down to expose more skin. He began placing chaste kisses along the slim shoulder, making the smaller stir awake.

“Mmm…Ivan?” Yao whispered out and turned slightly in the bed to meet his husband’s violet eyes.

“Yes, it’s me.” He kissed his cheek.

“How did it go?”

“Shh. It’s late. I’ll tell you in the morning at breakfast…before the funeral.” Yao nodded and settled his back against Ivan’s chest, dozing off into sleep again.

“Goodnight, Queen Yao.”

Ivan whispered in his ear and Yao’s brows frowned a bit but he was already too far into sleep to comprehend. As excited as Ivan was he was still tired and exhausted from just the events and adventure from the day. With the funeral being at the crack of dawn they would not be able to have breakfast together but Ivan would make it up to him. With a protective arm around Yao’s slim waist, Ivan held him tight and closed his eyes, joining him in sleep.

Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, Alfred was dressed in his favorite long blue tunic and freshly washed of all sand and grime. He wanted to surprise Arthur with how well he looked, even for being kidnapped. He knew Arthur was worried sick and he couldn’t wait to see him and his brother. They both feared for his safety and he was eager to hug them both. When he got to Francis’ door, he knocked politely and waited for an answer.

“Yes? Who is it?” Francis called from the door.

“It’s Alfred! I’m back!” The door flew open and there stood a wide-eyed Arthur.

“A-Alfred?” Alfred grinned.

“Yes, it’s me! Safe and sound!” Arthur yanked him inside and shut the door before pulling him into a tight hug.

“Thank the old gods you are safe…” he whispered to him. “I had such horrible thoughts about what could have happened to you…”

“I know but Ivan rescued me! I’m safe now, Arthur.” Francis walked over and pat him on the back.

“It’s great to have you back safe, Alfred. I took good care of Arthur for you.”

“Thanks Francis.” Alfred chuckled. “Hey, where is Mattie? I can’t wait to show him that I have returned! I bet he’s been sick with worry.” Arthur released his hold on Alfred.

“He has been…but he’s with Gilbert right now. In the barracks.” Arthur crossed his arms.

“The barracks? Shit…that’s a long walk from here. But it’s for my baby brother so I don’t mind!” Alfred grinned. “After I see him I’ll come back here.”

“No, don’t worry about it.” Arthur said. “You have a big day tomorrow, what with the funeral and all. And you have to be tired from the day.”

“Well, I am tired, I’ll give you that.”

“Just knowing you are safe, alive, and well is all I need. Now I can use some proper rest.” Arthur gave a little smile at Francis. Alfred looked at both of them and made a little ‘ooo’ noise with his mouth.

“Yup. Definitely WON’T be coming back here tonight! I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

Alfred left the room with a joyful chuckle and began making his way to the barracks. The walk was longer than normal but he figured that was because he had walked all day. His legs were sore and aching but seeing his brother was more important than his own comfort. As he entered the barrack hall the soldiers let him through with a bow of respect. He had one of them lead him to Gilbert’s room and before he could knock he heard Matthew giggling on the other side. Alfred frowned and chose to just open the door instead. His eyes widened as he saw Gilbert and Matthew, clearly naked in bed with each other. The top blanket was laying low on their waists and once Alfred popped in they had to quickly cover themselves.

“A-ALFRED?!” Matthew shrieked as he pulled the blanket up to his nose.

“Don’t you know how to knock?! What, were you raised in a barn?” Gilbert shouted but then remembered they practically were raised in a barn. Alfred said nothing but just glared at the two of them. Matthew trembled and lowered the blanket from his nose, giving him a sheepish grin.

“H-Hi Alfred…you’re back safely! I’m so glad! I was worried about you, big brother!”

“Clearly.” Alfred said flatly and marched over to the bed.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Gilbert protested as Alfred approached but his wounds were sore and aching from the sex earlier so he was slow to react. Alfred tore the blanket away to expose their naked bodies. Matthew shrieked in embarrassment but Gilbert just cursed at him. Alfred was more concerned by the small spots of blood that stained the bottom sheet. Matthew followed Alfred’s gaze to the blood droplets and his eyes started to well with tears. Now Alfred was going to be mad at him.

“B-Brother!” Matthew whined at him. “Please don’t be angry!”

“Why the hell should he be angry? You’re your own person, Matthew!” Gilbert argued for him. Alfred just looked at Matthew and shook his head.

“Oh Mattie…so soon? You just started courting…” Matthew’s eyes were still wet with tears.

“I…I know Alfie but…but I-“

“It’s okay Matthew, I’m not mad at you.” Alfred said but turned his gaze on Gilbert, glaring at him. “I’m mad at HIM.” Gilbert glared back.

“Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”

“Have you no sense you red-eyed fruit! I am your lord’s WIFE! You need to ask my permission to sleep with my brother! I gave you permission to court but I did NOT give you permission to seduce him and bed him!”

“Matthew came willingly! You’re not taking his feelings into concideration! We love each other and we wanted to be together in that way! And who the hell are you to preach about the noble rules? You married into all this, Alfred! You know nothing of the rules of this realm! You’re just a country bumpkin who fucks sheep!”

“GILBERT!?” Matthew shrieked out at his foul words and Alfred turned red with anger.

“You wanna say that again, ghost boy?!” Gilbert didn’t care about his aching wounds so he stood up to face Alfred. They matched each other in height so they had perfect eye contact.

“STOP YOU TWO! STOP IT!” Matthew begged them from the bed, fearing a fight.

“You want to say those two words to me again? Huh? Sheep fucker!”

“Do you want to keep these insults going because I could go all night!”

“NOW STOP IT!” Matthew got off the bed and leapt into Alfred’s arms, distracting him from Gilbert. “Alfie…stop. Please stop…” Matthew started to cry softly. “It was my choice…I wanted to do it. Gilbie did nothing wrong. I love him, Alfie…w-we both made a mistake with not asking you but…but it was really my choice. Please forgive me, Alfie. I love you but I also love Gilbert. Can’t you understand that?”

“Mattie…” he sighed. “Yes…I understand that…but I just want to keep you safe, that’s all. You’re my baby brother I always want to protect you.” Matthew smiled up at him through his tears.

“So you won’t be mad at me anymore?”

“Well…I do think you and I should have a ‘talk’ sometime tomorrow about this…but I know you are telling the truth when you say this was your choice.”

“Thank you, Alfie. Please…don’t tell Arthur! Not yet!”

“No, I won’t tell him. He’ll flip out though once he knows. You know how he is.” Alfred glared at Gilbert again. “And you…tomorrow you and I will have a talk as well.” Gilbert smirked.

“I can’t wait!”

“The journey back was long and hard…so I’m very tired from the day but I could not go to bed without seeing my baby brother. This is not the way I wanted to see you but…” Matthew hugged him tight.

“I know. Get some rest, Alfie! I will rest better knowing you are in your room, tucked in!” Alfred smiled at him.

“That’s my line.” As Matthew hugged him again, Alfred and Gilbert exchanged death glances, both challenging the other. When Matthew looked up at him again, Alfred flashed him a smile. “Are you…alright? You know…?” Matthew blushed.

“Y-Yes…yes I’m fine. W-We can talk about that too, right?”

“Uh…I don’t think I want to know what my baby brother does in bed…some things are better to keep behind closed doors. And that’s one of them.” Matthew smiled again and hugged him.

“I’m so glad you aren’t hurt! Did Ivan save you?”

“Of course he did! His plan was genius! Disgusting, but genius.” Gilbert nodded.

“I do have to agree with you there.”

“What was it?” Matthew asked, looking at both of them but they shook their heads.

“Best to keep that behind lock and key as well.” Alfred said and Matthew pouted.

“No fair… I’m always the last to know everything.” Matthew then turned to Alfred. “Can I sleep here with Gilbert tonight then? Please Alfie?” He flashed him those large puppy dog eyes, still moist with tears. Alfred sighed heavily.

“Yes, you can…but no more funny business!” He glared at Gilbert who smirked.

“I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“Good.” Alfred smiled at Matthew and kissed his cheek. “You know I’m not fully happy about this, Matthew, but I’m willing to talk about it with you.”

“You’re a good big brother!”

“I know! Sleep well then, Mattie. I will spend time with you tomorrow…after the funeral is over.”

“I know…it’s a sad thing to hear of the prince’s passing.”

“Well get some sleep, okay? Goodnight Mattie.”

“Goodnight Alfie!” Matthew waved to him but Gilbert just looked away as Alfred exited the room.

The next morning was the day of the funeral and the whole city was out on the street. Alfred and Yao got to stand on the palace steps with the other nobles as the casket got ready to be pulled through the city. They both wore black tunics with leggings and dark cloaks. They didn’t have as much black as they thought. Four black horses pulled the wagon that carried the casket. The chosen councilmen rode their black stallions beside it as they made their way through the royal courtyard. The wagon was followed by a handful of soldiers, some knights, various bishops and other unnecessary people. The bells were to be rung non-stop throughout the dark parade until they were brought to the cemetery. There the prince would be buried in the family tomb where the king would have his own private viewing for his dead son. The whole city was dead silent except for the tolling of the bells.

Alfred had heard that there was to be a beheaded after the funeral parade and even though Arthur told him not to go he would go anyway. Ivan was carrying out the execution and Alfred wanted to experience first hand. He knew it was morbid but his curiosity had always gotten the best of him. The more he observed and learned about the realm would only help him in the future. Enemies were punished, simple as that. He would not go until the bells had stopped their tolling. Once they were silent people could get back to their current lives.

After a long while of standing and waiting the bells had finally stopped. Alfred told Yao that he would be riding out into the city to witness more of the funeral. Yao didn’t seem to believe him but he nodded his head and let Alfred go. The first thing he did was hurry to the stables where he had the stable boys saddle him a horse. Ivan hadn’t told him not to go to the execution but seeing as what they did to the barbarians as they escaped how could he turn Alfred away. But just to be on the safe side, Alfred would hide among the crowd and hope Ivan would not see him.

He rode his horse into the town square where many people were gathering to witness the execution. Alfred dismounted his horse and tied it’s reigns to one of the posts with the other horses. The people were chatting and packing the area so much that Alfred had to squeeze and push to get through. He spotted Ivan up on the raised dais, standing poised with his hands resting on his sword hilt. Alfred couldn’t help but gaze at his husband and think about their current coupling together in the woods. He would have gotten lost in that memory if it wasn’t for the sudden shouting of ‘boos’ and curses.

Alfred looked over the crowds of head to see a small wagon being pulled by a mule towards the dais. Inside was the murderer, his hands tied to one of the wagon posts. The people threw things like cabbage and rocks at the man as he passed by. Alfred looked up at Ivan who showed no emotion whatsoever but kept a straight face. The wagon stopped at the steps and two soldiers untied the man and forced him to walk up the steps. Alfred felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about how frightened the man must be. The man was trembling as he walked to the block where he was roughly pushed down to his knees. Alfred gulped as the man’s head was laid sideways across the block, just above the sack of hay beneath it. One of the judges stepped up and opened a scroll, reading the man’s crime out loud to the crowd who continued to scorn and jeer. Ivan still made no expression, even when the time came for the man to loose his head.

Ivan got into a stance and raised the sword in the air, just above the man’s trembling neck. Alfred’s body started to tremble in fright as well and he didn’t understand why these people were shouting out cheers as they were watching someone die. It just didn’t seem right. Alfred watched the blade of the sword gleam in the sun before Ivan brought it down in a quick swing. The man’s head was cut clean through and his head fell into the sack of hay. Everyone cheered as the blood squirted and pulsed out of the still trembling body that was still in shock from the fast cut. Alfred had to look away when Ivan brought the sword down but he looked in time to witness that. Ivan kicked the man’s body from the block and let it thump against the wooden floor before lifting the severed head up from the hay for all to see. Alfred had to avert his eyes and he did not cheer with the rest of the crowd. Maybe he should have listened to Arthur this time.

Away from the crowd stood three noble lords of the high council. They watched Ivan with narrowed eyes and sneers.

“That could be our new king right there.” Said one.

“It would be dangerous for all of us if he were to take the throne.” Said another. “The king favors him above all of us.”

“The king is just as cruel as that bastard Ivan is. He makes Ivan do all his dirty work and Ivan won’t complain. He is a madman and he can’t get that throne. We must find some way to keep it from him. The Braginski family running this kingdom would be a nightmare for all.”

“But how can we? If the king writes it down and signs it then we can’t do a thing about it.” Said the first lord.

“The king is not dead yet…we must wait to see what happens.” Said the third lord and then the second lord spoke up with a smirk.

“You know…we could always find a way around this. With some careful calculations and the right men, we may just be able to see Ivan’s head on that block.” The other two lords looked at him.

“What do you have in mind?” Asked the first one.

“Shall we talk over some ale?”

End Chapter 27 TBC

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