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Decadence Escaping
By : FlayraDowitcher
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***Sorry I took a bit longer than normal to update. Work started to catch up with me. And not to mention the current heat wave was beating me down. But anyway, here’s chapter 4! R & R! Please enjoy!

***Warnings: Foul language, violence, slight torture, attempted rape

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

Chapter 4

Ivan slowly started to wake up from his drug high when he was feeling a heavy, slightly painful pressure on his back. He groaned softly and blinked his eyes open to the hot sun and the dirt beneath him. The pain was beginning to grow and it was waking up his mind to register that something was wrong. A whip. He was defiantly feeling a whip on his back, slashing through the skin. Ivan tried to move but felt a tight pain in his shoulders and arms. He looked up to see his wrists suspended in the air, tied together with rope. It was some kind of wooden beam the rope was attached to, keeping him still as his knees were digging into the ground beneath him. A particularly hard slash of the whip shocked him awake and he knew right then that he was being punished. He quickly looked behind him to see Winter wielding the whip with a cold, angry look plastered on his face. Ivan knew why he was hanging here and resting on his knees. Winter found out about him and Alfred in Sardar’s room.

“I was…told to do it, Master!” Ivan pleaded harshly, hissing when he felt another stinging slash of leather across his already bleeding back.

“Whatever the reason doesn’t credit you to fuck what is mine!” There was no way he could argue with his master because the man wouldn’t listen. He was a slave and could have no will of his own. He had to do what he was told, even if it meant results like this one. He was damned if he did and damned if he didn’t. “Next time the fucking head master invites you to his room, you will play the role of an eunuch! Disobey my demand and you will suffer greatly for it!”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? STOP IT!” Ivan looked up to see Alfred running over to them, tears of anger and shock in his eyes. “MASTER! STOP THIS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!”

“Stop where you are, Alfred!” Winter hollered and Alfred did so on reflex, stopping a few feet from Ivan. “I’m punishing him for knowing your body sexually!”

“You can’t do that!” Alfred protested angrily. “It was what our HEAD MASTER told him to do! How dare you go AGAINST Master Sardar!”

“How dare YOU talk back to me, whelp! I should take my hand across your mouth for speaking to your superior with disrespect! Or better yet- “ He reached into the sack of salt and took out a small handful. “I’ll punish this mongrel in your place!” Winter threw the salt at Ivan’s back and the man let out a deafening scream of pain as the mineral intensified the slashes.

“STOP! STOP IT!” Alfred screamed, his eyes in tears as Ivan’s pain racked body thrashed helplessly against his binds. “STOP HURTING HIM!” Ivan was still gasping in pain as the salt continued to sting at his wounds. Alfred’s yells were distant to him as he felt another stinging slash along his back, once again intensifying the pain there. It was unbearable.

“Where are you going?” Winter shouted as Alfred suddenly took off in a run.

Alfred ran back to the house and pushed past the guards. He screamed at the top of his lungs for Sardar, running all along the length of the house. He was in near hysterics because he had never seen somebody being so cruelly treated like Ivan was right now. The only person who could stop Winter was HIS master. Alfred felt his screams becoming hoarse as he was alerting everyone in the house except for Sardar. After what felt like hours of searching, Sardar had finally presented himself, glaring darkly at Alfred.

“What is the meaning of this, slave? How dare you- “

“Master Sardar!” Alfred fell to his knees in front of him. “Master Winter is brutally beating and torturing your fighter, Ivan! He is punishing him for sleeping with me, even under your command! He’ll kill him! Please master! You must help him! Make him stop! I beg of you!” Alfred had never begged like this before in his life but it was all he could do to save his Ivan. He lowered his upper body to the floor, humbling himself before Sardar. “I beg you…”

“Take me to him! Now!” Alfred jumped up and led Sardar, along with three guards, out onto the house grounds. Ivan’s screams could be heard all around the area and they hurried to the scene. When Sardar saw what was happening, he held his hand up and shouted, “HALT!” Winter paused immediately and Ivan slumped in his binds. “What is the meaning of this?” Sardar demanded.

“Forgive me, sir, but I must punish him.”

“Like this? Are you insane?” He yelled. “Do you have any idea how important this slave is to me? How much MONEY he makes me? I have to breed him in a few days, which I’m getting PAID for and I need him in top shape!” Winter just narrowed his eyes and tightened his lips. “He is my prized slave and only I can decide how and when he should be punished! Beating him like this because he fucked one of my slaves is hardly grounds for punishment!”

“I apologize again, sir.” Winter said flatly.

“Oh yeah? Well now, guess what? Little Alfred here is going to help NURSE my slave’s wounds and get him back on his feet! Consider that YOUR punishment! Alfred is set up to sleep with a rich lord who is interested in joining our trade! If you lay a hand on either of them while Ivan is healing I will personally castrate you! Guard! Cut him down!” Sardar ordered his nearest guard who took a dagger from his belt and cut the ropes binding Ivan’s wrists. Ivan fell forward but was able to catch himself on his hands, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of pain. “Alfred, get him to his room! I will send medical supplies there.”

“Yes master. Thank you, master.” Alfred bowed low to him but glanced over at Winter, who was nearly frothing at the mouth with anger.

“Winter…when you get a chance, I wish to speak with you about your ‘technique’ of punishment.” Sardar glared at him and crossed his arms before storming off.

Alfred ignored Winter as he helped Ivan up onto his feet, whispering soft words to him. Alfred could feel Winter’s cold stare at his back as they walked to his room and it gave him chills down his spine. Right now the most important thing was Ivan and getting him to bed where he could rest his body. Once they were inside the small room, Ivan laid on his stomach, hissing in pain at every single movement. Despite the circumstance, Alfred couldn’t help but feel responsible for what happened to Ivan. If only he hadn’t been so high he could have just sucked him off so they could both be safe. It was out of his control either way and just like his father, he had no idea this would happen. He was just following the commands of his master, like a ‘good’ slave. Ivan refused to talk; his eyes clenched shut as he was battling the pain. A servant quickly brought a straw basket to them that contained all the necessary healing items while another brought in a bucket of water. Alfred was no apothecary but he had treated wounds before. He started pawing through the basket.

“Ivan…are you okay?” He asked softly.

“Been better…you’re in no way hurt, right?”

“No, I’m all right.” Alfred took a cloth and dipped it in the cold water, wringing it out before gently patting at the wounds. “This water should be hot…”

“Don’t care.” Ivan let out a soft hiss. “The cold feels good…”

Alfred continued to pat at the wounds, speaking words of soothing encouragement whenever Ivan’s body twitched. He took his time cleaning off as much of the blood, doing his best not to wipe any salt grains into the cuts. It took a lot of time and the two didn’t talk much other than Alfred’s soothing words. Alfred figured Ivan was in too much pain to talk casually so he didn’t push it. Once the blood and salt were cleaned off of the slashes, Alfred pulled out a wooden box containing a pinkish ointment. It was commonly used at the Nazun house for every type of cut and bruise. Alfred had used this same stuff many times after his ‘times’ with Winter.

“Now this will sting a bit but it’s going to help you heal.” Alfred saw Ivan nod his head on the pillow.

“I’ve used that stuff before…I recognize the smell.” Alfred took some on his fingers and lightly started to pat the ointment into the first slash. Ivan flinched a bit but then he sighed, letting his muscles relax.

“This stuff always brings tears to my eyes when I have to use it.”

“The cooling sensation after the small sting is all worth it.” Alfred put more on his fingers and went to the next one.

“Ivan…we have to get out of here.” He heard Ivan let out a sigh.

“And go where?”

“To your homeland, of course! You said it yourself.”

“Alfred…try to understand. We are in one of the empire cities…I don’t know how far we are from the mountains.”

“Ivan, we can see the mountains from the orchards! We just have to head in that direction!”

“But think about the obstacles we will have to go through. Alfred, I have never been outside these walls. I first came here in a barred carriage…I know nothing of the city. I wouldn’t know where to go, where to hide, or where I could keep you safe. We are branded slaves, Alfred. We’ll be caught the moment we run down the first street.”

“Not if we don’t ACT like slaves! I can steal some clothes from Winter that we could wear!” Ivan gave a weak chuckle.

“And don’t you think Winter would notice our disappearance and come after us?”

“I…” Alfred paused in thought before he went back to rubbing the ointment on Ivan’s back. “I didn’t think of him.”

“He would be on our backs the moment we escaped…and he wouldn’t rest until he found us. Even if we did make it to the mountains, I doubt they would hold Winter back. And what’s to say my people and their villages are still there? The empire may have taken them over completely…and we would be right back at square one. The punishments for escaped slaves are frighteningly dire. We would be put in that massive stone prison where they keep traitors and war prisoners.”

“Stone prison? I’ve never heard of that.”

“It’s what it sounds like. It’s a stone prison underground in the capital and it’s nothing more than a torture hall. That’s where they hold war prisoners to get information out of them. I know they also have slaves imprisoned there…being beaten and tortured for fun.”

“Then I would bite my tongue and kill myself if I ended up there!” Alfred said firmly. “That’s how much I want to be free and I believe in taking a chance.” He point the ointment away once all the wounds were covered and took out the large dock leaves that would help cover the gashes before the bandages. He placed one on Ivan’s lower back before continuing with the others. “You can’t just live your life in total sorrow and not have any hope. You won’t know until you try. It’s a chance I am willing to take…and I want you with me, Ivan. I said I would gladly have hope for the both of us.”

“I fear something will happen to you…I couldn’t bear to see you being caught and taken away. I want to take you to my homeland…but the cons outweigh the pros by far.”

“You’ve been defeated, Ivan.” Alfred said flatly, laying another leaf across his back.

“I’ve never been defeated.”

“That’s not what I mean. Emotionally and spiritually you have been defeated. Why wouldn’t you want to be free, Ivan? Are you happy living here against your will and fighting for the pleasure of others? They want to ‘breed’ you like a horse or dog, as if you weren’t even a human! Slaves are no different from their masters! We walk on two legs, we eat, we drink, we laugh, we love, we bleed; there is no difference between us! Only power and greed and nothing more! I for one do not wish to live like this…and I will get out of it or I will die trying.” He placed the last leaf on Ivan’s back. “And I want to share that freedom with you.” He finished softly.

“Alfred…my love…you speak so strongly yet you know nothing of the real world. Death is final…with death you lose everything. I fight to live…not to die.” He looked over his shoulder at Alfred who looked disappointed to hear his words. “At least if you’re alive, you have a better chance of achieving what you want.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say! Damn it, Ivan! Have you been playing with me this whole time?” Ivan let out another weak chuckle.

“I love hearing your little lungs swell with air as you speak so proudly. There is truth in your words, Alfred, and I admire you for them. My only concern is that you aren’t thinking things all the way through. We have a better chance of failing than we do succeeding.”

“At least say you’ll try, Ivan. Please?” Alfred rests his hand on Ivan’s arm. “I thought you were going to build me a strong house that will keep out the cold and the predatory animals?”

“I will…but we have to get there first. Besides, you would have to help me build, you know.”

“But you’re the dominant one in the relationship! You should be doing all that kind of work and I’ll just supervise.” Alfred grinned.

“Hell no. I know that trick!” He looked back at Alfred who pouted playfully. Ivan gave a tired smile back. “But I’ll do MOST of the work, you lazy mule.” Alfred smiled proudly. “In my village, the woman always sat back while the man did all the real work.” He smirked at Alfred’s sudden frown.

“Hey, hey! No need to hit below the belt.”

“But it’s true. You will be gathering firewood and berries in your apron while I do the manly work.”

“Now you’re not playing fair! I can build a house just as good as you!”

“Just stop talking and the wrap the bandages already. I want to enjoy this numbness in silence.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Alfred rolled his eyes but did as he was told. Ivan had to get on all fours so Alfred could wrap the bandages around him. When he was done he tied the bandages together in the front. “There. You’re all taken care of.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Ivan chuckled and lay back down on his belly. Alfred closed the straw basket lid and walked around to the other side of the bed where Ivan’s face was. He knelt on the floor so they were face to face.

“Are you with me, Ivan?”

“I said I would follow you into the Dark Wolf’s mouth, didn’t I? I have my doubts but you’ve bewitched me so much that I’m throwing caution to the wind. That’s how much I care about you.” Ivan said softly, which in turn made Alfred blush.

“Some of the things you say are so sappy and so unlike you.” He laughed out.

“But I only say them to you. I usually ignore or spit in the face of everyone else. But you…you are mine and I treat what is mine with the upmost respect. Try not to let on that I use those types of words. I still have a reputation as a hardcore fighter, you know.” Alfred laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Yes, yes, I get it.” He cleared his throat. “You should rest now while you can. You have a free pass from working. Not the best reason…but it’s still a pass.”

“Will you be back to check on me?” Ivan pouted.

“Of course I will! Master Sardar said I was to nurse you back to health and I plan to do that.”

“Then I guess I’ll be healing for a very long time.” He teased.

“It wouldn’t bother me.” Alfred leaned forward and kissed him gently. “I should go and see if the others need help in the orchards.” Ivan nodded.

“Take care of yourself, okay? Try and stay away from that bastard Winter…and what’s this about you having to sleep with some lord?” Alfred scoffed and lowered his eyes to the floor.

“Oh, it’s some stupid deal to help gain funds for more fruit trees and open more market tables. He wants to sleep with some slaves of Nazun house and I was picked as one of them. I’m sorry, Ivan.”

“It’s not your fault, Alfred…it angers me because I consider you mine but I know you have no say in it. Just do as you are told so I don’t have to see you hurt. With that lord and Winter.”

“You know, you confuse me sometimes, Ivan. That night when Winter was…with me and you came in, you looked ready to kill him. But right now you’re calm…even after what he did to you. Why?”

“Because I only get mad at him when he hurts you. I could care less about every other time…but I don’t want him hurting you. I could kill him when he has his hands on you.” Alfred smiled.

“I love you.” He whispered against his lips.

“I love you, too. Take care of yourself until I am better. Keep this mouth buttoned shut.” He moved his hand over to pinch Alfred’s lips lightly together.

“I will.” He spoke from the corner of his mouth before he pulled away. “See you soon.”

Alfred left Ivan’s room and started to make his way to the orchards. He knew he was in trouble with Winter so he made sure to keep aware of his surroundings. If he could hurt Ivan like that, Alfred could only imagine what type of punishment he would receive. The only thing saving him was Master Sardar’s current orders about ‘hands off’. Alfred had to smile at the first command of his master that he actually approved of.

He picked up one of the baskets as he headed into the orchards, going over to the apples first. He reached up and pulled one of the branches down to pick a pair of ripe apples. Alfred took a quick peek around before he bit into one, moaning softly at the fresh juices that ran down his chin. He had wanted to savor it but he wasn’t allowed to eat the fruit so he chomped at it wildly. The core was left on the ground with some other discarded apples. If anyone asked he would say an animal must have done it. Alfred wondered if he could sneak one to Ivan. He pictured Ivan with an apple in his mouth and it made his stomach rumble as the image reminded him of a suckling pig. Alfred chuckled at how his thoughts went from Ivan to food in a mere second. Before he became a slave he would eat all the time, whenever he could. From there he began to wonder what kind of food he would be eating when he was living with Ivan in the mountains. He figured it would be a lot of meat and fish, since they appeared to live off the land. Living with Ivan was something he was looking forward to. He knew it was a long way away but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He thought about their cabin that they would make together, where they could live freely and not have to answer to anyone. They would be able to spend every second together without having to worry about someone finding them and punishing them unjustly. Alfred smiled as he closed his eyes and spun around, his heart filled with new hope and pure joy. That feeling did not last long, however, as he suddenly bumped into something large. Strong hands gripped his upper arms and immobilized him. Alfred immediately recognized Master Winter as the person holding him.

“Shouldn’t we be working?” Winter said in a hiss.

“Let go of me.” Alfred said flatly, trying not to show him any fear even when those big hands started to squeeze.

“You don’t command me, slave.”

“I don’t have to. Master Sardar commands YOU. You’re to keep your hands off of me.” Winter smirked.

“You’re not as smart as you think. True, Master Sardar SAID I couldn’t lay a hand on you in an abusive manner. He said nothing about ‘soft’ touches and sex.” Alfred eyes widened at the last line and he began to struggle to get out of his grip. “Don’t make me any more angry than I already am, slave. You are still mine to do with as I please. And if it wasn’t for Master Sardar’s command, your pretty little mouth would be meeting my fist.” Alfred was spun around so his back was pressed into Winter’s chest. He wrapped his heavy arms around Alfred’s chest, letting his other rest against his waist. Alfred made a moan of protest as he felt Winter’s hand grip his crotch. As the man began kissing his neck and fondling him Alfred had thought of an idea. It would be risky and he was in for some pain but it would be worth it. Taking a deep breath, Alfred suddenly said:

“Get your hands off of me.”

“Excuse me?” Winter replied in a dangerous tone.

“Are you losing your hearing, old man? I said, ‘get your HANDS off of me’!” Winter chuckled, lowering his head to rest his cheek against Alfred’s.

“Aren’t you cute! Trying to act all high and mighty?”

“This isn’t a joke, Winter. I don’t want you TOUCHING me!”

“You try my patience, Alfred.” He let his voice drop and his grip tighten. “Do you desire him?”

“What?”

“Ivan. Do you desire him?” This was his chance. It was going to be a gamble, a dangerous one, but one he was willing to take.

“That’s a foolish question. Of course I desire him, why wouldn’t I? A strapping young buck like myself wouldn’t go for some old man!” He gasped a bit as the grip tightened more.

“Watch your tongue…you don’t want to anger me, Alfred. You know what happens when you do.”

“Yes, I know, which is another reason I desire Ivan. He never lays a hand on me in any way I don’t approve of. He respects me.”

“Why should I respect you? You’re a slave.” Alfred chuckled.

“See? That’s why Ivan is a bigger man than you. You couldn’t possibly think that I enjoy fucking you?”

“You don’t have to like it because you don’t have a choice in the matter.”

“The only reason I moan is because I’m thinking of him.” ‘Come on you old goat! Strike me already!’ Alfred wanted to anger Winter as much as he could so he would beat him, which in turn would have him violating Master Sardar’s commands.

“Is that so? So I’m not good enough for you?”

“Did you honesty think you ever were? What young male would want an old wrinkly raisin like you? And for the last fucking time GET OFF OF ME!” He shoved his elbow into Winter’s ribs. Winter gasped out and let go briefly but grabbed Alfred by the arm. Alfred tried to pull away but Winter’s fist met with his mouth.

“You fucking bitch! How dare you strike me!” He backhanded Alfred again, sending him to the ground where he landed roughly on the apples. Alfred picked one up and threw it at him, hitting him in the face. Alfred threw a few more as he scrambled to get away.

‘That’ll piss him off!’

He said to himself but was unprepared for the sudden foot that met painfully with his gut. He choked out both blood and spit, curling his body into a ball to hold his aching belly. Alfred felt his body being shifted onto his knees and his tunic bottom pushed up to his lower back. He gasped softly as he knew what Winter was planning and he had to stop him. Ignoring the pain in his belly, Alfred took another apple and twisted his waist to strike Winter in the temple with the fruit. It stunned Winter for a moment but it was long enough for Alfred to roll over and land a kick to his groin. When the man doubled over in pain Alfred landed another kick to his shoulder before getting up to make a quick run for it. His face was already swelling and bruising so his gamble had worked. He was not expecting the sudden crack that filled the air and the biting leather wrap around his thigh. Alfred screamed as he was yanked backwards, his body falling face first into the hard dirt path. He felt some blood trickling down his face and chin but he could not tell where it was coming from. Winter was dragging his body back with his whip and Alfred was powerless to escape. But he would not give in, not yet while he still had a fighting chance.

“You are in for a world of hurt, my little dove.” Winter hissed out the sweet words as he knelt down closer. “Now lay still while-“ Alfred had a handful of dirt and he threw it into Winter’s face. Winter roared and stumbled back, grabbing at his eyes to try and remove some of the dirt.

Alfred’s hands shook as he unwrapped the leather around his thigh and jumped up to escape. Alfred continued to run through the orchard, ignoring the other slaves’ words and looks. He had to get to the house before Winter caught up to him. When he approached the house main doors, the guards there let him in without a word, staring at his bloodied face and bruised body. Alfred softly thanked them as he hurried inside, beginning to feel his mind grow hazy and his vision blurry. He knew he was dripping blood in his wake but he had to get to Master Sardar. Alfred could hear voices around him and he hoped he had entered Sardar’s main dining hall. The room grew quiet as Alfred entered, his legs shaking and his chest heaving.

“What is the meaning of this?” He recognized Sardar’s voice.

“W-Winter…” Alfred gasped out as he stumbled forward but what caught by a guard.

“Bring him here!” Sardar’s voice echoed through the hall. The guard walked Alfred closer to Sardar, who surprisingly came down from the dais to him. “What happened?”

“M-Master Winter…sir.” Alfred said softly. Now was the time for his full bullshit story and he could only hope that his mind wouldn’t shut down before he could finish. “H-he was angry that I…was to care for Ivan…and he…he approached me in the-the orchard. I asked him- not to touch me but he didn’t listen…he wanted to sleep with me…but I said n-no. I-I know how…important Master’s house and trade business is…and I-I wanted to be…be more…be more virgin-like for that lord. But Master Winter…said ‘no’ and…and he beat me.”

“That man has no restraint or control.” Sardar said under his breath. “Look at you! How am I supposed to offer my most beautiful male slave to a high lord looking like this? That man has gone against my command once again! And you!” Alfred gasped as Sardar’s fist twisted in his hair. “It doesn’t matter if you are virgin or a whore, this lord just wants a willing body and a pretty face! You have no will or right to ever deny your master what he expects from you! I would have you whipped for this but seeing as you will be unpleasant looking enough, that will have to wait for another day. See to it that he is fixed up.” Alfred gave in to the haziness of his mind and let himself fall unconscious. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of being carried away.

When he opened his eyes he noticed that he was in the house servants’ quarters on an uncomfortable bed. The only pain he had was in his face and head. It hurt to move his mouth and the left side of his face felt like it was on fire. The only bandage he had was on his nose, which he must have hurt when he fell on the path. Not only that but his head was pounding with a massive headache and his eyes were sensitive to all light. He groaned in pain as he attempted to shift his body in the bed, trying to relieve the now aching pain in his back.

So his plan had backfired a bit, more than he thought it would. Winter was clearly in trouble for beating him but Alfred wouldn’t have expected his master to say what he did. Alfred figured that if he showed he was interested in Sardar’s clients that the man would look at him differently, or at least go easier on him. The fact that he scolded him for saying ‘no’ to Winter’s attempts angered him. It was his body and he should have every right to say ‘no’ without question. Alfred despised the fact that he was allowed no will of his own and it just continued to haunt him every day. That’s why he needed to be free; so he could become an actual person again. He saw himself as a real person but no one else did because of his status as a slave, and it would turn his stomach. Alfred vowed to himself that he would get out of this place, even if it would cost him his life. Ivan’s words were true but Alfred knew in his heart that he could not continue to live like this. He would live free or die trying, whether Ivan came with him or not.

“No.” Alfred said softly after his last thought.

No, he wouldn’t leave Ivan behind, even if the man currently had no spirit or any real hope. Ivan was defeated no matter what he said and Alfred decided that the man just needed a little uplifting. He knew Ivan had been a slave much longer than he has and was probably broken years ago. Alfred knew there was much more to Ivan than the man let himself see and he was determined to unveil it. Both of them have suffered but Ivan had suffered more, having been a slave for almost all his life. Alfred had to be his hero and help show him the way to freedom. Ivan may say that he would follow Alfred anywhere but he needed to have his heart set on it or they wouldn’t succeed. How could he help raise Ivan’s spirit and hopes? He knew Ivan missed his homeland and spoke of how beautiful it was. Maybe if he spoke more about what they could do once they were there that it would give Ivan some hope. It would give him something to look forward to because Alfred surely was waiting for it. Sharing his life freely with Ivan is something he wanted and with the right words he could have Ivan thinking the same way. He may not have been about to be the hero for his father; but he sure as hell was going to be the hero for Ivan.

But all this thinking was making his headache twice as bad and he had to throw the covers over his face. Right now he was useless to do anything other than lay here and hope that he could fall asleep to escape the pain. He briefly wondered what happened to Winter and how angry his Master was with him. Then he thought of Ivan and wondered how he was doing…if he was being punished or if he was resting peacefully.

‘Does he even know what had happened between me and Winter? What if he is waiting for me to come and nurse him? What if he figured something bad has happened and gets up to find me? He shouldn’t be up and moving at all…I have to go to him!’ Alfred tried to sit up but his head was spinning and the pain was dulling his vision. He shrieked and fell back onto the bed, holding his head and moaning. Alfred knew right away that he was stuck here until the pain eased and he could only hope that Ivan would not come looking for him. ‘Ivan…I wish you were here with me now…or I with you…’ Alfred thought again about going to him but seeing as he was in enough trouble already, it was best to stay put and get better. ‘Just wait for me, Ivan…I’ll be there soon…’

“Where could he be?”

Ivan said out loud to himself as the night was growing darker. It was getting hard to see the inside of his room and Alfred wasn’t here to light the torch for him. The slaves never worked this late into the night, especially a slave like Alfred. Despite what he says the wheat haired youth was a few pegs above the others. What if he was with Winter? Winter was not supposed to lay a hand on him but their master didn’t specify. Ivan growled deeply as he forced himself up onto his hands and knees, carefully moving his body into a sitting position on the bed. He needed to find Alfred because that sickening feeling in his stomach was getting worse. Something must have happened to him and Ivan had to find out what. His Alfred might need him. Biting his lip against the pain, he carefully stood up from the bed. His back protested with pain from the movement. The pain almost made him lose his balance as he walked the short distance to his door. He used the doorframe to steady himself as he looked around the grounds, hoping to spot some late night workers. He caught sight of a guard making his nightly rounds and Ivan flagged him down.

“D-Do you know where Master Winter or the slave Alfred is?” Ivan asked him.

“Master Winter has been confined to the prison cell for a couple of days due to the fact that he beat said slave.” Ivan’s eyes widened a bit.

“Beaten?”

“Yes. The slave is currently in the house servants’ quarters. Now back to bed, slave.”

Ivan waited for the guard to disappear before he ignored the orders and left his room. Each step brought a new wave of pain through his body but he knew he had to get to Alfred. If Alfred was unable to come to him then he must have been beaten badly. And for Winter to be put in the prison cell for a day or so it had to be serious. Ivan picked up the pace, doing his best to ignore the pain and focusing on getting to Alfred. He knew where the servant quarters were in the house and he took the back way into the kitchen. Usually there were guards inside patrolling rather than outside. The kitchen door leading outside was always open but Ivan knew there would be a guard standing by the door leading into the dining hall. Ivan peeked around before he slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He made his way through the kitchen and stopped at the top of some stone steps, which lead to the servant quarters. Ivan gulped as he proceeded the painful descend down the steps. When he reached the bottom, he saw that most of the house servants were sound asleep, exhausted from a hard day of labor. Ivan searched around and spotted the familiar wheat colored hair.

“Alfred!” He whispered and quietly went over to him. When he got to his bedside, Ivan gasped at the condition of his lover. His face was swollen and bruised with a bandage on his nose. His perfect lips were cracked and dried over with blood. “Oh…Alfred…” Ivan struggled to get down on his knees so he was closer to his lover. Ivan reached for Alfred’s hand, taking it in his own and stroking the top with thumb.

“Mmm…” Alfred moaned weakly and writhed on the bed, his eyebrows crinkled in pain.

“Alfred?” Ivan whispered his name again and smiled softly when he saw those blue eyes open. “Alfred!”

“I-Ivan…?”

“Shh…yes, it’s me.” Ivan smiled and kissed his hand. “I came to see you…I had to see you.” Alfred moaned again and blinked his eyes at Ivan. “I’m really here, Alfred.”

“W-why did you come? You should be resting…”

“I heard what Winter did to you. I also heard that he is in prison right now for a day or so…for what he did to you. My Alfred…” Alfred couldn’t hold back his tears but he did manage to keep a smile.

“I’m glad you’re here…I fear I’ve caused more trouble for myself…Master Sardar said he is going to beat me after I sleep with that lord…for denying Winter the rights to my body.” Ivan squeezed his hand and his features hardened.

“You did nothing wrong. I swear…I’m starting to lose my patience with that man…Winter can’t keep treating you like this…I can’t stand to see you battered either. I should have been there to protect you.” Alfred shook his head.

“No…it was all my fault…in a small way it was. I wasn’t expecting this, though. Ivan…I’m in so much pain right now…I know you must be in more and I shouldn’t be complaining but-”

“Shh. I’d take your pain onto myself if I could. Seeing you like this…makes me want to set you free all the more.” Alfred’s eyes widened a bit.

“Ivan?” He smiled.

“I want to escape with you.” Ivan whispered as he leaned in to Alfred’s ear, keeping their conversation private. “I want to get you away from here where no one will ever raise a hand to you again. I will take you to my homeland where we can build our house and start a new life together. I will teach you all about my culture and my people…I will teach you how to hunt and fish and plant…and if you were a woman, I would want to make little ones with you.” Alfred gave a soft laugh at the last part.

“Oh Ivan…I’ve been waiting to hear you say those things…so you are with me, then? No second thoughts? No doubts?” Ivan shook his head.

“None.”

“Then it’s settled. We will find a way to escape…together.” Alfred blinked his eyes tiredly and yawned, which caused Ivan to do the same.

“Together…now lets get some sleep.”

“Huh? Ivan, you can’t stay here…you’ll get in trouble.”

“I don’t care. I’m not leaving you tonight…I’ll sleep right here…legs on the floor, head on the bed. Just whatever you do…don’t let go of my hand?”

“Never.” Alfred gave a weak little squeeze that amused them both. “Sleep well, Ivan. Dream of your mountains.” Alfred’s answer came with a light snore and a tight grip on his hand. Now that Ivan was with him, Alfred let himself fall in to a much needed, worry-free sleep. They would battle whatever trials came their way tomorrow together.

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