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Decadence Escaping
By : FlayraDowitcher
Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers
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***Warnings: Hardcore yaoi, violence, language, minimal drug use

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

Chapter 3

Ivan lay in his bed, hands folded behind his head as the images of Alfred and Winter kept flashing through his mind. He was finding sleep hard to come by because the feelings of pure jealously were eating away at him. Not long ago he had his arms wrapped around that sweet body and felt those taunt legs squeezing his waist. The hurt and betrayal he saw in Alfred’s eyes were killing him the most. He knew his lover must have been thinking that Ivan was angry or disappointed in him because of his pleasured cries. Ivan wished the young man were here with him right now so he could tell him that it wasn’t his fault. He could never blame Alfred for something he was forced to do against his will. Ivan remembered, long ago when he had first arrived here, a young male who was in the same position as Alfred. The male was on his way out because Master Sardar was bored of him. Ivan had a chance to speak to him while the boy was waiting for the auction wagon to come. He had asked him many questions about his coupling with the master and was surprised by each one. Ivan was very young at the time himself and knew nothing of sex other than what he would see from the adults. The young male had said that it was easier to just give in to the sex rather than fight it. Ivan assumed Alfred was feeling the same way and his days of fighting it were over. Either way, it didn’t stop Ivan from feeling intense jealousy over the issue.

One thing he was sure of though, was that Alfred preferred sex with him over the other two. The cries of pleasure that Winter were wringing from him were no where NEAR the sounds Ivan ripped from his throat. He felt his chest swell with a possessive pride at his ‘mating’ abilities. The feeling faded when he heard the animals beyond the wall beginning to make a lot of noise. His room was right next to the stables and it was actually used as a bonding room for new animal mothers and their babies. It was important to get them away from the aggressive males but Ivan had helped build a new fenced in pen where said males would stay for a time. In return, he was able to have his own room. But why were the animals making so much noise? Something must be disturbing them. Ivan narrowed his brows and reached under his dirty mattress to pull out a stone knife. His back straightened when he heard the latch of his door jiggling open. He gripped the blade in his hand, ready to lunge at the intruder when a soft voice shocked him.

“Ivan?” It was Alfred!

“Alfred?” Ivan whispered softly, shoving the blade back under the mattress. “What are you doing here? It’s late.” Alfred walked in and closed the door behind him, resting his back against it and looking pitifully at Ivan.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, Ivan…I thought he was going to stop. You must think me a whore.” Ivan smiled and shook his head.

“You are no whore, Alfred. You’re just doing what is demanded of you and you have little choice in the matter. But you still didn’t answer my question: Why are you here?” Alfred looked down at his feet and smiled softly. Ivan noticed bruising finger marks on Alfred’s arms, wrists, and even his ankles. It was difficult to make out the shapes in the darkness at first but the moonlight helped him to notice the marks. Ivan could only imagine what Alfred had been through. “Alfred…are you alright?”

“I fought him again…what a fucking stupid fool I am! I should have known better than to try and resist a drunk!” Alfred wiped his eyes with his forearm. “He was so fucking drunk…Winter…and gods above the smell of alcohol and sweat almost made me vomit!” Ivan’s shoulders tensed in anger but he kept his voice calm.

“Where is he now?”

“Passed out drunk.” Alfred said flatly. “He’ll be out for the rest of the night…I know his patterns.” Ivan watched as Alfred walked over to his bedside and looked at him with those pleading eyes. “Can I lay with you for a while? Please?” Ivan couldn’t look away from the bruise marks on his slim neck as he spoke.

“My bed is old and dirty…I rather you not have to lay on it. My blanket is far worse.” Alfred closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I don’t care. Please?”

“I can’t resist you.”

Ivan moved over and held the blanket up for Alfred to climb underneath. Alfred cuddled into him, resting his cheek and hand on Ivan’s broad chest. He slipped his slim leg over Ivan’s muscular ones and made no comment about his nakedness. The night was burning hot and Ivan was desperate to remain somewhat cool. Alfred’s body was warm against his already sweating one but he ignored his discomfort for Alfred’s sake. His lover’s body was trembling softly against his own and Ivan wrapped his arm around Alfred’s waist. He could sense that his brave little rebel was distraught and upset over the situation he had just come from but was doing his best to fight it. Alfred was strong willed and very rash at times but he was still young with childish fears. He did not know much of Alfred’s life before he came here but he had seen and met enough like him to know that it wasn’t entirely difficult. Alfred was also from one of the major cities in the empire so he must have been well off. Their silence seemed to last forever until Alfred’s sudden question surprised him.

“Ivan, tell me about your homeland.”

“Why?”

“Well I want to know what it’s like. You’re from the Cycra Mountains, right? What’s it like up there? Is it cold? Windy?” Ivan smiled as he pictured his home in his mind.

“It’s a beautiful place, Alfred. Grassy plains and rocky surfaces stretch as far as the eye can see. Tall trees of pine and maple are our city walls. The wind sings as it blows through the trees, lulling one to sleep. So many boulders and rock formations litter the ground and it’s hard to get anywhere without doing some climbing. Waterfalls can be found at every river, home to fishing bears and thirsty elk. Your nearest neighbors are a herd of mountain buffalo or flock of sheep. Eagles and falcons and kites soar and cry through the vast blue skies. Packs of wolves howl at the moon and hooting owls respond to their cries.” Alfred interrupted him.

“Oh Ivan…it sounds beautiful! That’s really where you lived?” Ivan nodded.

“My people live in villages and tribes within the mountains. All of the sights I just mentioned are what we saw every day.”

“Tell me more…what’s it like to live in a place like that? Are you part of a tribe? How many are there?” Ivan chuckled at Alfred’s curiosity but he was more than happy to talk about his home.

“I have been gone for so long that I don’t know how many tribes are left. I know mine was destroyed…at least, that’s what it looked like when I was being taken away.”

“They took you from your home?”

“Yes. I wasn’t auctioned off like you were. I had just turned ten and I was going to become a man. My tribe was of the buffalo gods. I was on my first hunt with some other boys in my tribe. That’s when we saw the Rienca soldiers for the first time. My friends and I thought they were magical creatures…with their armor and magnificent horses. I had no idea that they were just trying to expand the empire in to the mountains. They destroyed my village and my whole life.” He felt Alfred’s arms hug him tight.

“It must have been so terrifying for you…being only ten years old…”

“It was. That day was just…I can’t even speak of it…”

“I understand…tell me more about your village…your family…and friends.”

“Well…I lived with my parents and two sisters. One older and one younger.”

“What happened to them?”

“I don’t know…I never saw them again after the attack. I remembered praying for their safe escape and hoped the mountain gods would spare them…but not one heard our cry.”

“How many gods do you have? I grew up with none.”

“Many. I don’t even remember all of them. I remember some stories the elders used to tell about them, but that’s all. My tribe focused on the buffalo god but all the tribes shared one particular god. Well, I should say ‘gods’.”

“Tell me…I want to hear all about them.” Ivan could still feel Alfred’s body shaking and he knew his lover needed his mind occupied with something else for the time being. “Your homeland is so foreign to me.”

“Very well. This is the story I was always told as a child. Long ago there was a White Wolf and a Dark Wolf. The White Wolf was the mother of all and brought about the sun and the day. The Dark Wolf brought about the night with the stars and moon. Together they had a child, the Gray Wolf, who had both light and dark power. But one day, the humans decided to stop offering their fruits and crops to the White Wolf. They had become selfish and wanted all the food for themselves. This in turn made the White Wolf fall out of the sky, bringing the sun down with her. Dark Wolf was all alone in the vast, endless night. Angry and furious at their selfishness, Dark Wolf decided to get revenge on the humans for killing his mate. With a haunting howl that never seemed to end, he let all the evil out into the human world. Not only did he introduce disease and death into the world but he also created furious animals to hunt and haunt the humans. All over the world, vicious animals began to appear, like bears, foxes, mountain cats, and huge fish. These animals hunted and ate the gentler animals that the humans depended on for meat. No predator animal existed until the Dark Wolf let them loose. Not only were they killing the elk and sheep, but they also hunted the humans in their village.

Luckily, Gray Wolf could no longer stand the sight of the humans dying and suffering. He knew in his heart it wasn’t right but he had to remember that these creatures had killed his mother and brought about this endless night. He could not blame his father for wanting to destroy the human race, not after what they did. So Gray Wolf took it upon himself to take his mother’s place in the sky. He knew he had the power of both light and dark, so he stripped his mother of her white pelt and wore it as a second skin. With her power, Gray Wolf brought back the day and the sun to chase away the night. This made his father angry, for he saw that his son was giving life back to the humans who had killed the White Wolf. Being a neutral being, Gray Wolf was able to withstand his father’s rage and stole his power from him. Now Gray Wolf had the responsibility of both night and day. Since his father no longer had the power over the night, Gray Wolf made some changes in the world. He gave humans the knowledge and power to combat the evil animals that threatened their lives. However, Gray Wolf could never forgive them for their selfishness so he gave humans and animals a balance in nature. They were now on equal grounds. Humans could still kill animals and in return, the animals had a fair chance of fighting back. You could never know who would come out the victor.”

“But what happened to the Dark Wolf?” Alfred asked.

“Ah, the Dark Wolf.” Ivan chuckled. “He became the Bearer of Lost Souls.” Alfred blinked at him.

“Lost souls?”

“Yes. You see if a person dies peacefully in their village then they can join Gray Wolf in the sky as the morning clouds. If they die while on a hunt, in battle, or of disease, the Dark Wolf takes them. They become the dark clouds at twilight.”

“So he’s an evil god, then.” Ivan shook his head.

“No. He is very neutral, neither bad nor good. Gray Wolf, his son, controls all. Dark Wolf has no other purpose in the balance of the world. He cannot fight against his son or share in his burden, so he found his own means of survival. Gray Wolf allowed him to take the souls that fell pray to his own revenge. You can also make deals with him. It is wise to NOT strike a deal with the Dark Wolf but I’m sure men have done it.”

“Wow, that’s amazing, Ivan! I’ve never heard anything like that before! It’s like right out of a storybook or something! But what about your buffalo god? You said something at that.”

“Those are demi-gods that came after humans started to break out into tribes, using certain animals to represent them. It is said that Gray Wolf gave certain animals, only the white ones, power to be demi-gods. One white animal from each species, in honor of his mother.”

“I can’t believe this! Your words are amazing! I never grew up with such beliefs as those!” he nuzzled Ivan’s chin. “They’re wonderful tales!”

“It’s also a bunch of bullshit.” Ivan said softly and Alfred leaned up to look down at him.

“You don’t believe in them?”

“Why should I? No buffalo god came to protect his village when it was under attack. My tribe did nothing wrong. And besides, upon living in the empire I have learned just how silly those stories are. They’re just tales that people create to help explain things that happen in the world, that’s all. They are also ancient stories and humans have gotten much smarter since then. As evil as the empire is, look at how strong and powerful it has grown. They don’t have gods and stories to control their lives and that is how they progressed.”

“But Ivan…those stories are so beautiful and hold so much meaning! How can you loose your faith in them?” Alfred settled himself on top of Ivan, laying his body across the stronger one. “Your homeland is a beautiful place and its stories are even beyond that. I want to live there, Ivan. When we escape, I want us to live in your homeland.” Ivan gave him a serious look and frowned.

“Why would you want to live in my homeland? Alfred, it’s not like your city. There are no streets or buildings. My people live in cabins and huts. We hunt for our food, not go to markets. We have to sew our own clothes, not buy them. We must cut our own wood, not have it delivered. We build our own homes, we don’t hire people.” Alfred looked down at him with tears welling up in his eyes.

“You…don’t want to go back home? The way you described it sounds beautiful. I love nature…I hate city stones.” Ivan smiled and brought his hands up to Alfred’s face, holding it there.

“I would want nothing more than to go back home. That is where I belong and I know that. But Alfred…it’s a hard life and I don’t want you to have to bear it. Life is hard there…the winters are harsh and the animals brutal. You’re too used to the city and the empire way of life.”

“No, I hate all that, Ivan! The city is loud and boring and horrible things happen there. I want to go with you, Ivan. I want to get far away from this place.” He rests his full body atop of Ivan. “I want to share my life with you.” He whispered in his ear.

Ivan’s eyes widened at those words and he felt his arms wrap around Alfred’s body on their own. Alfred wanted to share his life with him? That thought hadn’t even occurred to him. Ivan was too caught up in their newfound love for each other and the need to possess the young man. They could never share their lives together because they were slaves. Chances of them escaping from this prison were very slim and there was no guarantee that they would make it out of this city. His Alfred had such high hopes and big dreams that he wondered if he would ever share the same strong feelings. One thing he did know was that he wanted to spend his life with Alfred as well. It would be a near impossible task but it was now a new wish that Ivan had. His lover had gone through a lot today so he would humor him just slightly.

“I want to spend my life with you as well. When…or if…we escape, I will take you to my homeland just as you wish. There we will settle into a village and I will build you a strong cabin to keep out all harm and cold. I will teach you how to hunt and fish, even to make tools. I will even let you choose your position: wife or hunter.” Ivan smirked sweetly, knowing what his answer would be. Alfred raised an amused eyebrow at him and traced his lips with his finger.

“I may play the role of a wife from time to time…but I sure as hell am NOT one to sit back and sew pants.” He poked Ivan’s nose, making the violet eyes cross to look at the finger. “I bet I could hunt and fish twice as good as you with one hand tied behind my back.”

“The city boy thinks he can just fall into an art form?” Ivan said as he nipped Alfred’s finger.

“Art form? Ha! That shit’s in my blood! My father was one of the best blacksmiths in the city! Men came from all over to have their weapons or decorations forged!”

“Yes, but did you aid your father in this art form or did you just watch?” Ivan’s teasing smile turned into a concerned frown when he noticed that all the happiness suddenly drained from Alfred’s face. “My sweet?” Alfred’s eyes wouldn’t meet his but Ivan was certain he saw tears there. He sat them both up, settling Alfred into his lap more comfortably. “Alfred? Alfred, look at me.” Ivan demanded softly but Alfred would not meet his gaze. “My Alfred…” Ivan wrapped his arms around him and held him to his chest. They stayed like that, completely lost in their silence until Alfred finally whispered against his chest.

“It’s my fault.”

“Sweet? What’s your fault?” Ivan asked him gently.

“My father’s death…but how was I suppose to know he owed money to people? Ivan, he never TOLD me this! He was always begging for me to help him work but I always found something else to do that was fun. I couldn’t recognize it then but I understand his look now. Those eyes of his were always tired and held little laughter. I used to share so many happy things with my father. I never knew my mother for she had died when I was born…it was just dad and me. Why didn’t he tell me, Ivan? Why didn’t he tell me he had debts and deadlines? If he had fucking told me I would have helped him! I thought he was just trying to make me work because that’s what parents do to their children! They try to take all the fun away from life by making you work! At least, that’s how I USED to think. I don’t think that way any more…ever since I watched that sword go straight through his body…I had only wished I wasn’t so lazy. If that were the case, then I wouldn’t be here today. I would be helping my father pay back his debts.”

“Alfred, that’s foolishness on your part.” Alfred blinked moist eyes up at him. “Your father did not want you to share his burden. If he told you he was having money lent to him for whatever reason, you would worry. He asked for money from the wrong people and if you can’t pay, they kill you. He just wasn’t able to pay.”

“But if he had told me I could have helped him get his work done!”

“There would be no guarantee that it would have helped pay what he owned. Usually those types of men expect more back than what they gave you. It’s a horrible experience you had to witness…I fully understand.”

“We’ve both suffered a lot, huh?” Ivan nodded.

“We have. I am haunted by the nightmares of that horrible day…every night. Every night I see the same images…nothing changes. Every detail is still fresh in my mind. Sometimes I wake up and I can smell the blood…”

“Ivan…that’s horrible. And you’re always alone with these nightmares, aren’t you?” Ivan nodded but smiled sweetly at Alfred, brushing the soft bangs back.

“Yes…but I’ve gotten used to it.”

“If I could be here…I would help you and comfort you when you have those nightmares. I have nightmares too. I know how real they can be.” Before Ivan could answer, Alfred leaned his head down and pressed their lips together.

“Alfred…it’s late. You should go back to your room.” Ivan said once they broke apart.

“I will…I know I have too. But how many chances like this will we get? I don’t want to go back yet…I want to stay with you, Ivan. If only for a little while, I just want you to hold me.”

Ivan closed his eyes and pulled Alfred’s body closer to his, allowing the man to continue to rest atop of him. Alfred’s erection was suspiciously close to his own and his body couldn’t help its reaction. His precious treasure was laying on him, those slim legs spread on either side of him. Alfred must have felt Ivan’s erection against his thigh because he let out a tiny moan of pleasure before rocking his hips forward. Ivan watched as Alfred straddled his waist but he put a hand up to stop him.

“No Alfred. Give your body a rest…you’ve done way to much already.”

“I don’t care. I want to do it with you again, Ivan!”

“But Alfred-“

“I want it to feel good, Ivan! Please…I want to be pleasantly sore from your fucking…not his.”

Ivan looked at the bruises Alfred’s neck and found that he could not deny his lover anything. Alfred wanted to feel loved after being abused and Ivan was determined to make him feel better. He did not want Alfred to ride him for after the night he had he needed some tenderness. Right now they had more than enough time to take things slow and that was what he intended to do. Carefully, he rolled them over so Alfred was now beneath him on the mattress. Ivan towered above him on his hands and knees, gazing down at his lover who wore a sad but determined frown. What they were sharing right now was going to be more than just a quick romp and Alfred was taking it seriously this time around. Alfred even lifted his tunic up and over his head so his body would match Ivan’s in his nakedness. Ivan let his eyes travel down Alfred’s body and he could see many more bruises littered on his skin. Ivan felt the protective rage build up in him again and Alfred noticed it this time, bringing his hands up to cup his cheeks.

“Stop thinking that way.” Alfred whispered to him. “I want there to be only us right now. No other thoughts but us.” Ivan nodded into the hands. “Do me a favor? Kiss them to ease the hurt?”

Ivan responded to his favor by first kissing the largest bruise on his chest, right above his left nipple. He then trailed his lips up to his neck where he individually kissed each finger mark painted there. Alfred let out soft sighs of pleasure, stroking Ivan’s back with his hands. Ivan then felt his hands on his shoulders, urging him downwards to his waist. The same types of bruises were on each side and Ivan gave equal kisses to both. As much as he wanted to please Alfred this way, he had to hurry it along quickly because it was getting harder to chase away his anger. Ivan never liked anyone laying their hands on somebody weaker than them, especially when that person was his ultimate passion.

Now that he was further south of Alfred’s body, Ivan turned his attention to the slowly growing erection before him. Alfred wanted to make this special so Ivan decided to surprise him by reaching his tongue out to lick at the soft tip. Alfred gasped in surprise and arched his hips slightly, begging for more. Ivan licked at the tip again, this time poking his tongue into the slit to taste the pre-cum. Alfred arched his hips up towards Ivan’s mouth, silently asking him to continue further with his ministrations. Ivan obeyed and lowered his head, taking Alfred’s length in inch by inch. His lover moaned softly, trying to keep his voice as low as he could. To be on the safe side they would have to be quiet.

“Gods above…more!” Alfred begged breathlessly, running a hand through his hair to push back his sweaty bangs. Ivan began sucking up and down his length, his moans sending pleasurable waves through his limbs. Ivan was being so gentle and careful with him that it was bringing tears to his eyes. “Please don’t stop.”

Alfred had gone from being beaten to tender touches and kisses. Just those soft lips and strong hands were making all the difference. Winter had stumbled his way into their room and demanded Alfred just spread his legs. Alfred had refused and Winter tried to force him. He had fought back, which was a big mistake, and he paid dearly for it. When Winter was drunk he was even worse than normal and Alfred had forgotten to keep his mouth shut. He had talked back to him and attempted to punch him just like Ivan had taught him. Just like Ivan, Winter was made of iron himself and Alfred did little physical damage. However, it succeeded in helping Winter go into a blind rage where he forced himself on Alfred and gave him all the bruises. It wasn’t anything Alfred was new to but in the end it always bothered him. If only he could learn to keep his mouth shut then he wouldn’t be sporting so many bruises. But Ivan was so much more different than Winter that it was hard to believe his tormenter helped raise and train his lover. Ivan wanted him to feel good whereas Winter just wanted to make him suffer.

“Not yet.” Ivan spoke up as he pulled away from Alfred’s twitching erection. “I don’t want you cumming yet.” Alfred looked at him with glazed over eyes, panting softly as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

“That’s mean.”

“But the good part is on its way.”

Ivan smirked and kissed up his body again. Alfred elevated his legs higher so he could better feel Ivan’s erection pressing against his own. Ivan rocked his hips gently against Alfred’s as their mouths met in a heated kiss. Alfred continued to moan into the kiss and thrust up to meet Ivan’s gyrations, begging for his lover to speed things up. Ivan ignored Alfred’s wanton motions and continued his assault on his mouth. Alfred had to break their kiss to pull away for a breath of air.

“Enough of this! I want you in me! I can’t take it anymore!”

“I thought we wanted to make this last?” Ivan smirked but hissed when Alfred tweaked his nose.

“Yes, but I’d rather have more time of you ramming me than kisses! Those can be after!”

“Alright…as you wish. Wait here.” Ivan quickly got up and went to a small basket in the corner where he kept a few things. He took out a small bottle of something and brought it over to Alfred. “This is healing lotion. I always have some for my wounds after a fight. They will help ease my way in and it shouldn’t hurt you as much.”

Alfred nodded and opened his legs so Ivan could slide back between them. He watched as Ivan shook some of the white goo out of the bottle and onto his fingers. Alfred lay back against the mattress and surprisingly felt his face grow hot with a blush. He shouldn’t be blushing for something so minor like this. He has been in more embarrassing positions than he could count but for whatever reason, this silver haired man above him could make him blush. Unlike being with the others, Ivan made him feel like this was more natural and Alfred wanted to do it. After earlier today he was craving Ivan’s touch. His touch couldn’t have come sooner, for Alfred gasped and arched his back as a cold finger wiggled its way inside. He had fingers stretching him before but no one ever used any type of lotion to make it more comfortable for him. Already he could feel his aching insides cool at the touch of the lotion and Ivan’s gentle massaging. Ivan then added a second one and spread them carefully to help relax the muscles. Alfred’s body eager accepted the two fingers and was hungry for more.

“Please…”

“Not yet.”

Ivan added a third finger and stretched him more, pressing deeper to find his sweet spot. He knew he had a found it when Alfred’s body arched off the bed and his lover had to cover his mouth to hold in his cry. He smirked when Alfred’s lust filled eyes glared at him and his smaller hand reached out to grab Ivan’s wrist. He sat up and attempted to pull Ivan’s fingers from his body while he gazed at Ivan’s engorged cock, silently asking for that inside. Ivan pressed his forehead to Alfred’s and grinned at the man’s weak attempted to remove his fingers. Ivan kept them stretching and wiggling inside as Alfred’s grunted in annoyed pleasure. He chuckled into Alfred’s ear and licked the lobe before nibbling it. Alfred was noticeable flexible as he was able to wrap his arms around Ivan’s neck while he continued to be stretched. Ivan let his fingers press and tickle at the little bundle of nerves, delighting in the wanton whimpers of his unsatisfied little lover.

“You will be thanking me for this later.” Ivan said with a chuckle as he pulled his fingers out. Alfred let out a short moan of protest before he was pressed back down into the mattress. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready! What kind of question is th- oh!” Alfred’s words were cut off as he felt the tip of Ivan’s erection pressing into him. He tried to push forward to take in more of his length but Ivan held his hips still as he slowly inched his way inside. “Ivan…” He whined.

“We’re making this last.” Ivan continued to press inward, feeling the warm muscles stretching to accommodate him. Alfred’s body sucked him in even though he had the young man’s hips held down. Once he was full seated inside, he gave a short thrust before laying his full weight on Alfred. “Are you okay?” Alfred nodded in response but whined pitifully as Ivan was still lying dormant in his backside.

“Please Ivan…” He moved his hands to rest against Ivan’s shoulders but became confused when his lover moved his hands away. Instead, Ivan held the smaller hands beside Alfred’s head as he laced their fingers together. Alfred flushed and squeezed Ivan’s hand in his own, his legs tightening around the hard body above him.

“Don’t let go.” Ivan said with a smile before he lowered his head to kiss him softly. This time Alfred was more submissive with the kiss, letting Ivan lovingly explore his mouth while he began a series of slow, solid thrusts.

“Ivan!” Alfred broke his mouth away to gasp out. “Faster!”

“No, nice and slow. Just enjoy it.”

Ivan kept their hands laced together and the short thrusts continued. Alfred moaned softly with each one, able to feel the thickness of him more than before. Every inch of Ivan was felt throughout his lower region, from his back to his lower belly. The slow, sensual movements were unlike anything Alfred had felt before. Ivan was taking his time to ‘love’ his body and not just fuck it. Although, Alfred had to admit that he liked both sides of Ivan’s lovemaking the same. He felt Ivan pulled further out and thrust back in with more speed.

Ivan continued the gentle rhythm, letting his lips and tongue caress the smooth surface of Alfred’s chest. He lightly nipped and sucked at each pert nipple, never once loosing his steady rhythm. His lover was writhing desperately underneath him, able to feel the tip of his cock tickling his prostate. Alfred tried to shove his hips forwards so his member would slam up against his sweet spot but Ivan was able to keep his hold. It was taking all his restraint to hold himself back and not start a pounding rhythm. He loved Alfred but he also wanted to fuck him senseless. Ivan made the mistake of shifting his weight a bit and in turn shoved against Alfred’s prostate. The heavy gasp of pleasure that Alfred made in response to the motion was music to his ears and without warning he picked up his pace. Alfred had to bite into Ivan’s shoulder to keep his voice from drawing attention to them. His muffled cries and gasps were more than enough to let Ivan know he was doing right. He wrapped his arms tightly around the smaller body, nearly crushing him with his grip and weight.

Alfred’s fingers dug into the muscles of Ivan’s back as he lay beneath him, still unable to move. Ivan’s full body weight was pressing him down as he was roughly penetrated. There was still pain from the previous sex he had had but with his lover the pain was different. The pleasure from Ivan’s rock-hard cock outweighed the pain and this wasn’t intentional. Ivan was not trying to hurt him at all and if he weren’t so sore this would have been a hundred times better. Physically, that is. Emotionally it was the best thing Alfred had ever experienced and he was sharing it with the one he loved. Ivan because to thrust harder and faster, making it impossible for Alfred to think anymore. He whispered out Ivan’s name as each thrust racked his body deliciously. His face was still flushed prettily and he felt Ivan kiss both his cheeks.

“I love you…Ivan…” Alfred whispered against the shell of his ear.

“I love you too…my Alfred.” Ivan repeated the words and tightened his muscles as he sped up his thrusts.

“You can cum in me!” Alfred said with a lopsided smirk. “It’ll be gone by the time he wakes up. Harder!” Ivan did as he was commanded and he let Alfred’s words play over in his head, filling him with excitement.

“I’m cumming!” Ivan whispered to him as he thrusts once or twice more before he arched his body and let himself explode into Alfred’s nether regions. It was a second later that Alfred had to bite his fist to muffle his cry as he came between them, coating their chests with his cum.

“Ivan…Ivan…” Alfred panted, groaning low in his throat as he felt Ivan’s spunk leaking out of him. Never had essence burned this good inside of him and he felt like he was just marked, or branded, as Ivan’s mate. He had been claimed in so many ways as a slave, belonging to everyone but himself. However, making love with Ivan had changed all that. What they just shared was something special and it could never be taken from them. It’s what they shared together: mentally, spiritually, and physically. He couldn’t have been happier. “I’m so happy right now…”

“Yes, I am too. I’ve been waiting to hold you like this.” He carefully slipped out of Alfred’s backside.

“The White Buffalo God has claimed his mate?” Alfred said with a tired, humorous smile as he wrapped his arms around Ivan’s neck.

“Sacrilege, my love.” He kissed him. “I like it.”

“Damn it all…it’s starting to get light out!” Alfred sat up with him, looking through the rips in the rag curtain. “I have to go back to…him now.” Alfred looked down at his fists as they clutched at the blanket.

“I wish you could stay longer but I don’t want to see you hurt. I won’t be in the orchards today…I must train with Winter for the big fight tonight.” He rests his hand against Alfred’s cheek, making his blue eyes meet his own. “Stay strong, my love.” He gave him a deep kiss. “I hope to see you soon.”

Alfred smiled at him, still flushing softly, as he used a spare rag in Ivan’s room to clean himself up. He slipped the tunic over his head and retied the sash. With another ‘goodbye’ kiss to Ivan and a bone-crunching hug, Alfred carefully retreated from his room. Ivan flopped back on the bed and sighed heavily. What was going to become of their relationship now?

The night of the fights came quickly that day and Ivan was in the warm-up cell, stretching his muscles. The warm-up room was only a small stone room whose walls were an arms length apart. He could hear the current fight going on above him with the steady sound of cheers and claps. Tonight there were three houses visiting with their fighters. He knew one was the Lotus house and he would be fighting their warriors tonight. He clenched his fist and gave a few punches in the air for good measure. Tonight was strictly hand-to-hand combat and it was Ivan’s favorite type of fighting. If he didn’t have to fight he wouldn’t, but seeing as he had no choice he learned to deal with it. Sometimes during a fight he was able to let out all his anger and rage, almost going into trance of bloodlust. He didn’t mind the killing, either. Most of the fighters hated when they had to kill their opponent and usually you could see their hesitation. Ivan, on the other hand, made no hesitation when it came his time to kill. It was like he was stuck in a black rage that made him feel cold and empty. Everything else around him was forgotten and only the darkness within him was present.

“Cycraian! You’re up!” Can a loud voice and a heavy bang on the door before it opened. It was the arbitrator of the fights. “Master Sardar has raised his bet five gold pieces, confident in your wins tonight! Don’t fail him.”

Ivan nodded and followed the arbitrator to the arena. He had kept his scarf in his room and would never fight with it. He only wore his slave pants and the iron collar of his master’s house. The arbitrator held the door open that led into the sand arena. The arena was incased inside Sardar’s house and it was fairly small in size. Ivan looked around at the handful of people who were present tonight. Lotus house had the most people with them, ranging around six to seven. Master Lotus was present, of course, along with his wife and son. The wife was gracefully fanning herself with a feathered fan as her brown eyes met Ivan’s violet ones. Ivan could tell right away that behind her rabbit-shy face was a dangerous viper. Winter had warned him already that she would have him kill his opponent but he was eagerly awaiting the chance.

His eyes caught sight of his master sitting on his luxurious chase with three slave girls before him, as well as Alfred behind him. Alfred’s eyes were glued to his but he eventually had to advert his gaze when Winter joined their group. Ivan’s eyes locked with Winter’s and the older man nodded at him, his stern gaze warning him not to lose. Ivan walked to stand in the center of the sand arena, awaiting the arrival of his first opponent. He wanted to look back at Alfred but he knew better than to do so. Winter was too close and he would immediately pick up on their affair. Besides, now was not the time to gaze longingly at his lover for he had a fight to win. Just as he had that thought in his head his opponent was lead into the arena. The man was about an inch shorter than he was with dark hair and eyes. He appeared to match Ivan in muscle mass but his body weight was less than his own. This man wouldn’t be a challenge for him at all because he could see the smidgen of fear inside those dark eyes, which would be his downfall. This man’s lifeblood would be on his hands in no time.

The arbitrator shouted ‘go’ and Ivan’s opponent took the first swing. Ivan quickly blocked it and brought his foot up to slam into the man’s ribs. The man let his fist swing at Ivan once again but he caught it. Ivan spun around and pulled the man’s arm over his shoulder, using his strength to flip his opponent over onto his back. The onlookers clapped excitedly with Ivan’s swift move, and responded even louder when his opponent stood back up. The man lunged at him and proceeded to lock his arms around Ivan’s body. Ivan locked his hands together and brought them down to strike the man on his shoulder blade. The man collapsed to the ground but spun his leg around, knocking Ivan off of his feet. The small crowd cheered again as the man climbed on top of Ivan to begin a series of punches. He only managed to lay one across Ivan’s jaw before he slammed his forehead into his opponents’, knocking him off. Ivan stood up quickly as the man struggled to his feet, holding his bleeding forehead. Ivan locked his hands together again and this time struck the man’s temple with his elbow. He was surprised when the man came back with a roar and tackled him to the sand, landing his knee in Ivan’s stomach. Ivan let out a sharp gasp as the air was knocked from his lungs briefly before he caught the man’s knee in his grip. He used his strength to shove the man off of him and return the tackle to gain the upper hand. When he had the man on the sand he began to strike him heavily with his fists, blooding up his face. The arbitrator shouted for Ivan to stop and he did so, knowing he couldn’t let the fight end just yet.

Alfred watched his lover in the arena and could feel his lower muscles tighten at the sight. Ivan continued to brutalize the man, playing with him like a cat would a mouse. Alfred felt his face flush softly as Ivan lifted the man above his head to drop him on his back. How he would love for Ivan to dash up these steps right now, throw him over his shoulder, carry him to a room and fuck him blind. Alfred was so caught up in the fight that he failed to notice Winter’s hand slipping up his tunic to pinch at his inner thigh. He gasped softly and turned his face to glare at Winter. The older man smirked at him and rubbed the spot he had pinched. Alfred tried to focus on the fight at hand and let Winter fondle him.

Ivan’s opponent was bruised and bleeding on the sand, attempting to crawl away from Ivan’s heaving form. The crowd booed at the man, so Ivan gripped him by his ankles and pulled him along the sand. He kicked sand into the man’s bloodied face before stomping on his head a few times. The arbitrator waved his hands in the air and claimed Ivan as the winner. The men who gambled on Ivan cheered loudly at the small fortune they had made, even Sardar himself. Ivan panted heavily for breath, letting the arbitrator hold his arm up in the air. People cheering surrounded Ivan but he could not hear them. His black mood was starting to kick in and he felt himself smirking evilly as he looked at the Lotus couple. Master Lotus frowned deeply and turned to his wife, who had her own sadistic smirk. The only words Ivan heard were ‘kill him’ from Master Lotus. The man tried to scurry away but Ivan grabbed him by his hair, yanking him back. Ivan put him into a headlock, slowly applying more pressure against the windpipe. His opponent gasped and struggled in his hold, gulping for air. Ivan knew he could snap the man’s neck like this in a second but then the audience would be disappointed. He continued his death hold on the man, thinking back to the day his village was attacked. He was powerless then but he wasn’t now, and with a sizeable grin a sickening ‘snap’ was heard throughout the room. Ivan let the man’s limp, lifeless body fall to sand as two guards came out to drag the corpse away. Ivan took this moment to look at Alfred, whom had his eyes adverted to the sight. The cheering from the audience was still silent in his ears but he listened for the announcement of his next opponent. To his surprise, Master Lotus announced that his second fighter would not be engaging in combat tonight. Chances are he did not want to lose another one of his fighters. Ivan had to confess to himself that he was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be fighting another for his adrenaline was pumping. The sound of his name brought him back to the present earth.

“Ivan!” Ivan turned to see his main master, Sardar, waving him over. Ivan walked up the dais steps and stood before Sardar. Alfred was standing next to Winter, who had a protective arm around his waist. Ivan had to ignore it. “Well done tonight! You have made your master a lot of money and he is pleased.” Ivan bowed his head in gratitude for the compliment. “I believe you have earned yourself a relaxing night, my slave.” Sardar pat him on the hip. “I’m having a little…get together in my room tonight and these four lovely beings you see here will be joining me. I want you to come along with us.”

“Master, I really must protest!” Winter spoke up. “Ivan is nothing more than a slave who fights so he can get an extra meal! He does not need to be with you and your women.”

“Winter, what have I told you about speaking out against me?” Sardar ran a hand through his dark curly hair. “I know you just love your little fuck bunny right there but don’t forget who employs you. Don’t forget that the little slut was bought and paid for by ME. I own you AND him! So I will do whatever I want with him and he will be with whomever I offer him too. I could send him to my dear my friend Lotus who would be happy to nestle between those legs.”

“F-Forgive me, master. I have forgotten my place in your realm.”

“My good friend, Sardar!” Came Master Lotus’ voice as he joined the small group. “Congratulations on your many wins. You have a fine ox right here.” He pat Ivan on the back as he said that. “I can’t believe I’ve never seen him fight before! How much?” Sardar smirked and shook his head.

“Not for sale! What makes you think I would give up one of my best investments?”

“I knew you would say something like that. It was worth asking. However, I have another request of your strong fighter here.”

“Go on.”

“I’m starting to breed my slaves rather than buy them. I have a few fertile women whom I would like to breed, preferably with someone like your Ivan. The more strong slaves I have, the better. And I can keep and sell them as I please. What do you say?” Sardar stroked his rough beard.

“Hmmm…you are an old friend and I owe you a favor…so yes. Yes, you may breed him.”

“He’s not a race horse!” Everyone turned their eyes to Alfred for he was the one who had spoken. Alfred was shaking with frustration at how the men were talking about Ivan like he was nothing more than a dog. “He’s not a race horse! He’s not a stud dog! You can’t just breed him!” Lotus looked at Sardar in surprise.

“What vocal slaves you have here, my friend.”

“Don’t listen to him…he’s still new and we’re trying to break him.” Sardar stood up and pulled Alfred away from Winter, holding him close with one arm. “You see, the only reason this slave still has his tongue is because he’s good with it in other ways.” Lotus laughed.

“Fair enough. Now, when do I get to borrow your ox?”

“In time. Right now I’m heading to my chambers for some ‘fun’ time. You and your family are welcomed to stay here for the night and we will discuss my Ivan further tomorrow.”

“My family and I will take you up on that offer, friend. Enjoy your pleasant night.” Lotus said before walking off to join his wife and son.

“You four,” He pointed to one of the slaves and three of the guards. “See to it that Ivan is cleaned before you escort him to my chamber.”

Ivan watched as Sardar walked off with Alfred and the three girls. Winter was looking anything but happy and the man had to storm out of the arena himself. Ivan followed the servant and the guards to a bathing room where he was properly cleaned and sprinkled with some kind of scent oil. He knew he wouldn’t be playing bottom to Sardar, which meant that he might be able to sleep with Alfred. Sardar was one for orgies and he preferred women to men but he still had both. Ivan enjoyed women from time to time but he rather have men…only one man and that was Alfred.

After he was cleaned, the guards escorted him to Sardar’s main chamber. One of Sardar’s chamber guards knocked on the door and Ivan was granted entrance. Ivan walked in to the smoke filled room, his nose crinkling at the smell. The door was closed and locked behind him, trapping him. Ivan looked to the left of the room where the five long steps were to the second part of the chamber. Sardar was sitting on the top step, smiling contently as he took a puff from the large hookah. Alfred and the other three girls were scattered lazily along the steps, one girl resting her head on Sardar’s thigh. Ivan watched as his master passed it over to Alfred, who casually took a deep puff. Ivan recognized the smell as a veison plant, one that produced relaxation and hallucinations to its inhaler. He hated the stuff himself, having smoked it some time ago and remembered getting sick the next day. However, the smoke in the room was slowly filling his lungs and he began to feel himself loosen up a bit.

“Ivan, so good of you to come!” Sardar said with a lazily smile. “Come, join with us…hang out, kick back and relax. Have a few puffs!”

“Master…I rather not. I should have my wits about me at all times…I am a fighter.” Sardar’s drug induced mind seemed to buy that excuse.

“Very well. Feel free to dick around! I have hundreds of beautiful specimens here now!” Ivan gave an amused, lopsided grin at the man’s drug talk.

“I~va~n…” Ivan’s ears perked up when he heard Alfred’s singsong voice among the smoke. Alfred was sitting on one of the steps with his legs spread.

“Alfred…” Ivan climbed the steps to join his lover. He could see Alfred’s bloodshot eyes and slow motions, a dead giveaway that he was high. “How much have you smoked?”

“Not much.” Alfred giggled and nuzzled into him. “Mmm…you smell good…I just want to eat you up! Chubby little dumpling!” Alfred laughed happily and straddled Ivan’s waist. Ivan moaned softly and buried his face in Alfred’s neck.

“This isn’t right, Alfred. I don’t want to take advantage of you like this.” Ivan’s muscles relaxed slightly as he inhaled more of the secondhand smoke. The heat radiating from Alfred’s lower parts were igniting his sexual need.

“Please…take advantage of me! Have your way with me!” Alfred reached his hand down to stroke Ivan’s member. Ivan closed his eyes and moaned as he felt himself growing to full size in Alfred’s hand. “Wow! That was fast!” Alfred giggled again and nipped at his lip. “I can’t wait to feel that inside of me…I know it will great! I want it in me…” Alfred moaned out as he positioned his body over top of Ivan’s erection.

“Alfred, don- oh…” Ivan groaned as he felt Alfred’s hot insides slowly make their descend down his erect member. Ivan quickly glanced over to his master, who was preoccupied with the slave girl taking him into her mouth. He couldn’t pass up this opportunity above all others! He was ALLOWED to make love with Alfred and taste that sweet body. He had special permission and there was nothing anybody could do about it. “You’re so fucking tight…gods above I love you!” He said and thrust up into Alfred’s body.

“Ooooh, Ivan…!” Alfred gasped out as he started to ride him, slowly at first and then moving faster.

Alfred’s body felt even smoother than the last time they were together and Ivan could not keep his hands off of his skin. Alfred’s skin felt like a fine pelt and he needed to feel more. His lover was lifting his body almost completely off his cock only to slam back down and shove forward. Alfred’s perfect thrusts and rocking shifted Ivan’s cock against the inner walls, dragging out more drug filled cries of pleasure. Alfred was gasping and moaning with the pressure Ivan was applying to prostate each time. Ivan could tell because his lover’s insides were tightening around him. Alfred really didn’t know where he was or what he was doing and Ivan knew that. Still, he did not want to miss this chance and his cock missed the warm sheath of Alfred’s body. Faster and faster they moved together, matching their movements in perfect unison. Ivan felt his body tensing up and before he knew it he was exploding inside of Alfred. The action caused Alfred to let out a soft, choked cry as he came between them, coating their bellies. Ivan felt Alfred slump against him, the lithe chest panting with heavy breathing. He wrapped his arms around Alfred’s waist and held him close.

“Having fun?” He heard Sardar’s voice echo in his ears. The man sounded a bit distant but Ivan knew he was very close. “That’s the first time I’ve seen that one cum so fast! Here, have a puff…it won’t hurt you and I think you deserve it.” He said with a smile and a cough. Ivan took the hose end and brought it to his mouth, taking a short puff. He held it in the back of his throat before letting out a cloud of smoke. Alfred didn’t seem to mind or care, his limp body still slumped against his. “That’s a good slave. Keep up that winning streak and you can share in all this, ALL the time. Keep making me money and you will enjoy your lifetime of servitude more than any other slave.”

Ivan ignored his words and took another puff of the hose before handing it back to his master. He had to lift Alfred up and off of his limp erection, gently placing him on the steps. Normally, Ivan would have found something more comfortable for him but he found the sight rather funny so he left him there. Ivan could not remember when he laid down along the steps or how long he had stayed in the room. Everything was a pleasant blur and he could feel hands on his body every so often. Some time during the remainder of the evening, Ivan could recall feeling fresh night air on his heated skin and his mind registered that he was outside. When he got outside and when he smelled the familiar scent of his bed was when he knew that he was no longer in his master’s chambers. For a second, Alfred’s smiling image flashed before his eyes. Another image appeared to him but only briefly and he was met with Winter’s smoke colored eyes. Something in the back of his mind was telling him that the image of Winter meant something bad but he did not have the cognitive capacity to fully think about it. The image of Alfred appeared to him again and Ivan smiled at the picture of his perfect lover before he let the darkness of sleep overtake him.

The sun had not yet risen when Winter had gotten out of bed. The man had a dreadful sleep, jealous of the fact that Alfred was in their master’s chambers all night. What angered him more was knowing that Ivan was allowed to join them and he wasn’t. Winter mumbled as he gathered up his whip before leaving his room. He had to find out if Ivan had slept with Alfred last night and the best way to know would be to ask one of the other slave girls. Winter searched the house and asked the other slaves where any of the girls were. The slave girls were more bed warmers than servants and they shouldn’t be hard to find. Winter got word that they were all still with the master for he had not risen from bed yet. He stormed his way up the steps and to his master’s room, where he was stopped by two of the chamber guards.

“Excuse me, Master Winter, but you are not permitted to enter. Our master has yet to rise from his bed.”

“I don’t care! I need to take my lover out of there! I need both him and my fighter, Ivan! Get them for me!”

“Master Winter, I am truly sorry but you are not allowed in. We will have Alfred sent to you once he emerges from the room. Your fighter has already been escorted out and brought back to his room outside.”

“Just what was he doing in there?” Winter asked them. “Did you hear a man’s voice crying in pleasure?” The guards looked at each other and nodded.

“Yes, we did. We heard lots of moaning coming from inside. The master always fucks his slaves when he allows them in his room. Why?”

“I’m just curious as to know who was fucking who. As in, when you escorted my fighter out of the room, was he ‘with’ someone?” The guards shrugged their shoulders.

“He probably fucked the women who were in there but when we escorted him out he was laying next to that Alfred.” Said one.

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure the master said something like, ‘those boys are lookers when they’re fucking’, or something. He was high so he wasn’t making much sense at the time. So I suppose he was with Alfred. They were all dead-high in there when we went in and we did have to drag your fighter out.”

Winter clenched his fists tightly, letting the leather of the whip screech when he squeezed. So what he had thought was right! Ivan had put his dick inside what was truly his and the cockroach had no right to do so. He may have had the permission from the head master but Ivan took most of his commands on a regular basis. The man thanked the guards and took off for the barracks. He made a stop off at the kitchen where he took a sack of salt without asking. The whole time he was storming to Ivan’s room the angrier he became. Ivan was almost like a son to him and he thought he could trust the boy more than this. Like all naughty children, he must be punished for his stupidity. Winter smirked as his old eyes caught sight of Ivan’s door up ahead. Clutching the sack of salt in one hand and letting the whip unravel in the other, Winter kicked the door open.

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