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Storm of War	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***I think this chapter is my longest one yet! And just like I promised, there is more fun and humor than angst in this one. It’s hard to write so in many characters so please, go easy on me. ^^ I try to fit everyone in as best I can.

***Warnings: Language, yaoi, suggestive themes, slight violence

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

***R & R Please! ^^v

Chapter 4

Ivan hated to leave Alfred alone for a minute but he knew he would have to be up on deck to help with manning the ship. He needed someone to stay with Alfred and watch him through the storm but he was having difficulty finding them. He slipped out of the door and had to hold on to his hat before it blew off in the wind. He was ready to run onto the deck when he saw Arthur running towards him, asking if he had seen Francis. Ivan didn’t answer him but rather gripped his wrist and drug him inside the cabin with Alfred.

“Stay with Alfred.” Ivan demanded. “I’m going up on deck. Don’t let anything happen to him!”

“But-!”

Arthur couldn’t finish his sentence because Ivan left the cabin, slamming the door behind him. Arthur latched it shut and went over to Alfred’s bedside. He had wanted to find Francis but he would just have to trust the man to take care of himself. Now that he was here with Alfred he wanted to have Matthew as well, but the other was with Gilbert so he would be taken care of. The ship began to rock more wildly than before and he almost lost his balance. Alfred’s body nearly slipped off and Arthur had to quickly figure out a way to keep him bed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to balance himself and hold Alfred’s weight at the same time. Arthur thought of an idea and wobbled over to the pile of trunks. They heavy trunks kept sliding back and forth, which made it difficult to look through. The first clash of thunder made him jump and he knew he had to find what he needed before the storm hit full force. He finally found a collection of Alfred’s belts at the very bottom of the last trunk he looked in, which was always his poor luck. He took them all and starting buckling them to one another. If he had enough belts and length, he would be able to strap Alfred to the bed to prevent him from sliding. Arthur cursed as the ship jerked and he was tossed back into one of the tables. He struggled to stand up but managed to make it over to the bed where he proceeded to strap the man down. He hissed a bit as the extended belt just made it around the width of the bed yet he had to buckle it on the first hole. It wasn’t as tight as he would have liked but it would prevent Alfred from being thrown off the bed. The ship jerked again with the rumbling sound of thunder and Arthur held on to the bedpost to steady himself. The sea and sky had become darker than before and he knew then that they had just entered into the storm.

‘Don’t do anything stupid, Francis.’ Arthur said to himself.

Up on deck, Yao was shouting orders over the wind and thunder while trying to maintain control of the wheel. The rain had not started yet so the deckhands were working quickly to secure the ship. The storm was coming in fast so with any luck it wouldn’t take long to sail through it. Yao noticed that Ivan was up on deck a well, giving orders of his own. He also saw Ludwig, Francis, Heracles and Vash trying to help. He yelped as a streak of lighting crashed above him and the ship jerked, knocking him from the wheel. The wheel spun out of control and he grabbed the handles. Someone shouted that the rain was coming and soon the heavy drops were beating loudly against the deck. The waves began to lick the sides of the ship and pour water onto the deck, forcing everyone to hold on to whatever they could. The rain and water prevented Yao from keeping a firm hold on the handles and if he didn’t get control of the ship soon it could sink them all. Yao felt someone lift him up with ease and saw it was Ivan. Ivan was able to grip the handles and used his strength to steady the wheel. Yao held on to Ivan’s coat as the freezing rain continued to pour down on them.

On the deck, the waves were splashing through and sweeping up the crewmen. Some held on while one could be seen getting swept overboard. When the ship was fully secured everyone had to hold on while they rode it out. Ludwig had grabbed hold of some ropes near the railing and saw Francis getting swept up in the rushing water. Before the man could get washed overboard, Ludwig reached down and grabbed his arm to stop him. Blinking through the heavy rain, he grit his teeth tight as he helped pull Francis’ weight onto the ropes with him. Francis thanked him and held on to the rope with all his might. The heavy rain was making it hard to see anything so the two men could only think about their wives and if they were okay.

“KIKUUUUUU! DO SOMETHING!” Feliciano cried out as one of the lanterns fell from the table and started a small fire on the floor.

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU PUT OUT ALL OF THE CANDLES!” Kiku looked around for something to stop the fire but with the ship jerking back and forth it was making it tricky. He finally grabbed the blanket from the bed and threw it over the small fire. Both he and Feliciano stomped on the blanket franticly until they were sure it was out. A rough wave hit the side of the boat and both men were knocked from their feet.

“Why won’t the storm stop?” Feliciano whined while he clung to the bedpost, going as far as wrapping his legs around it as well.

Kiku crawled over to one of the ceiling support masts and held on to it, reaching over to check under the blanket. The fire was out and he gave a heavy sigh of relief. Now that the fire was out and they were secure, the next obstacles came in the form of flying or sliding objects. Kiku had to have been hit with more pewter ale mugs than necessary and briefly wondered if that was all Ludwig had packed. The sounds of the storm were blocking out the whining cries of Feliciano and Kiku was thankful for that. He only came in here because it was the closest room. If he had continued on down the hall he would have gone sliding so he had no choice. And unlike himself, one of the trunks had slid into Feliciano and it was blocking all the other objects that slid his way. Kiku just held on tight and hoped the storm would end soon. He heard a frequent banging from the room next to him and wondered who was in there.

“SHIIIIIIT!” Gilbert shouted as he went tumbling for the third time into the wall. The ship must be stuck on one side because every attempt he made to crawl up the slanted floor ended with his body sliding backwards. He cursed himself for getting out of the safe haven that was the bed to grab another blanket for Matthew. He was feeling much better but Matthew was still suffering slightly from the illness.

“GILBERT! GET BACK ON THE BED!” Matthew shouted with his hoarse voice. He wasn’t sure if Gilbert had heard him but when his husband hollered back, he knew that he did.

“DON’T YOU THINK I’VE BEEN TRYING?”

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?” Matthew started to cry and Gilbert silently cursed to himself.

“I’ll be there when I can! GAH!” The ship shifted to the other side and Gilbert went sliding straight into the bed with a loud ‘oof’! “See? I’m here.” Matthew started to cough violently as Gilbert climbed up into the bed, holding on to the headboard bars. He pulled Matthew close as they ship continued to rock violently. “Just hang on to me…I won’t let you go.” Matthew clung to his neck and shoulders

The storm raged on for a while longer before it started to settle down. The rain and thunder had stopped and now it was just some rough waves they’d have to ride out. Everyone was soaked and dripping wet yet the temperature was becoming warmer. Yao had concluded that the storm was a sign that they were close to the tropical waters where Madylia stood. Ivan’s chest and arms ached from having to hold the ship like he did. The cold did not bother him since he grew up in an almost constant winter climate. He took off his damp furs and slung them over his arms before patting Yao on the back for a job well done. Yao would take care of the rest so Ivan was free to go and see Alfred. A good king would go and thank all his crewmen but he would do that later for Alfred was a thousand times more important. Besides, the crewmen were paid sailors, not volunteers. After he was assured Alfred was well he would make his rounds to check on his council members. When he entered the cabin and stepped down he saw Arthur taking off the belts. He raised an eyebrow but then smiled as he realized what Arthur had done.

“Brilliant idea!” Ivan applauded him. “Not a scratch on him?”

“No, he’s perfectly safe. We did have a few simple mishaps…but that’s to be expected.” Ivan nodded and went over to the bed, sitting down and taking Alfred’s hand. Even though the storm had slowed the ship still rocked with more force than normal. “The sooner he’s off this boat the better.”

“Yao said the storm we hit was a sign of tropical waters.” Arthur looked out the window.

“Mix of heat and cold.”

“Yes, so we should be at sea for only a week or so more. Lets hope the wind is with us.”

“You should dry yourself off.” Arthur offered. “By the way, did you happen to see Francis at all?”

“I saw him on deck helping during the storm. I know he’s alright.”

“What? He was out in that freezing rain and wind? He just got over the flu!” Arthur gripped his hair in frustration. “Oh gods above, do you have ANY IDEA what it’s like to live with a sick Francis?” Ivan chuckled.

“I can only imagine. How was Alfred throughout the storm?”

“He slept through it really. His fever has seemed to go down a bit as well.” Ivan felt Alfred’s forehead and smiled softly.

“Indeed it has. Thank you for your help, Arthur. You are dismissed. Go find your husband.”

“See you around then.”

Arthur said and left the cabin. Ivan waited until he was gone to strip himself of his wet clothes and dried himself off with an extra blanket. The cabin was warm enough where he could sit comfortably with just the blanket around his shoulders. He was exhausted and tired from the storm but would not get in bed with Alfred until his body warmed up. He did not want to risk the chance of Alfred’s condition growing worse because of his chilled body. Even though the storm had settled he still had to use his muscles to keep from falling out of the chair. Alfred was stable enough in the bed for the rocking to not pose any real threat to him. Ivan let out a sigh and let his head fall back against the top of the chair. He remained that way for a while until his neck started to ache and his body was warm.

Carefully, he shifted Alfred’s body further over before climbing under the blankets with him.

He looked upon his lover’s flushed face and frowned at the sight. Alfred’s skin was still hot to the touch and his brows were lifted in discomfort. Ivan was amazed at how Alfred was even able to sleep through the storm. Was his fever not getting any better? His breathing was still labored and Ivan could never be sure if Alfred was talking or groaning. He was sure he had heard Gabe’s name more than once and it brought the whole situation of the journey back to him. Ivan was both excited and fearful at the same time. He was not afraid of Sadik or his forces in anyway but he did fear for Alfred and his son. Alfred is easily misled and can be highly gullible at times if Ivan wasn’t present with him for certain matters. Sadik loathed his company, apparently, and would only speak to his Alfred. Alone. That thought made him growl and he pulled Alfred’s lukewarm body to his own in a protective embrace. After the threats Sadik gave him that night in the gardens he would never really trust the man. There was a small chance that the man was just flexing his muscles and trying to scare him that night, but when it came to his precious rose and son he couldn’t take any chances.

Ivan knew that going in to the lion’s den was a dangerous decision but the bastard had kidnapped his son and he could not be forgiven. Ivan’s lips slowly curled into a grin and blood rushed to his groin in excitement for what he would do to the man if he harmed his family in anyway. The possibilities were endless but he was particularly interested in disembowelment and decapitation. Ivan smiled and closed his eyes, snuggling Alfred close as he pictured having Sadik’s head mounted on his office wall. The taxidermy industry in his royal city did a swell job of stuffing some of the animals he had hunted and with the right about amount of money they could preserve a head. Or maybe he would skin him alive, dry it, and then use it for a doormat in his office. Both ideas were at the top of the list and it had brought him such great joy that he fell asleep with a smile on his face for the first time in weeks.

Meanwhile…

“ACHOOO! I’m not sick…” Ludwig groaned pitifully, holding the blanket around his twitching body. It was obvious that he was trying to control the chills so he could save face but he wasn’t fooling Feliciano. Francis and Arthur were with them in the cabin, the green-eyed man verbally abusing the other. Ludwig’s frown deepened and his lidded eyes crossed when Feli pressed a handkerchief to his nose.

“Blow.”

“I refuse.” Ludwig protested.

“Ve~ you need to blow your nose! You keep sniffling!”

“I’m not sniffling!” He was too exhausted and worn out to shove the smaller man away so he just gave in. He gave a small snort into the handkerchief but Feliciano would not pull it away.

“No. Blow more.” Ludwig grumbled and blew harder, feeling some of the pressure release in his head. He let out a sigh of relief when his lover pulled it away but then it was pressed right back nose, this time on a cleaner side. “One more time for good measure.” He smiled at him and Ludwig gave a harsh blow that popped his ears. He was unaccustomed to being sick and everyone was annoying him but he couldn’t be bothered to yell. “There, that’s better.” Feliciano folded it again and wiped more at his nose. “See? You’re breathing better already!”

“I was breathing just fine before.” He frowned and found himself in a headlock with loving arms.

“Why can’t you be kind and caring like that to me?” Francis pouted at the loving scene before him.

“Because you are a full grown man who can take care of himself! I will not cater to your childish whining!”

“You’re not an angel of mercy! You’re a demon of despair! You’re so cruel to the one who loves and cherishes you!”

“Not when he’s moronic! And you shouldn’t have gone out in that storm! I understand you were feeling better and wanted to help but you almost lost your life out there! You don’t think, Francis! You try to help out with those types of situations but you’re just not cut out for it. You’re a fabulous chef and baker, that’s your talent.”

“Why do you have such little hope in me?” He whined and gave a little sniffle.

“I’m not having this discussion with you again. Let’s go back to our cabin and get you warmed up before you fall ill again.” Francis pouted at him and Arthur rolled his eyes before leaning into him. “If I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t worry about your health. It’s called ‘tough love’.” He kissed his forehead and Francis smiled. “Now lets go.” Francis stood up to follow him.

“Can we cuddle in bed? Naked bodies give off more heat than clothed ones!” Francis asked his wife who answered him with a slightly flushed face and a grumble.

“Ve~! Francis is right!” Feliciano hugged Ludwig tight and nuzzled his cheek. “Feli will keep you warm!” Ludwig mumbled but didn’t object to his wife’s stripping.

After they were clear of the storm, Yao hurried his way down to the second level to inform Toris of the good news. He knew better than to bother Ivan, knowing he was with Alfred and spending time with him. He knocked on Toris’ door and was granted entrance. Toris, as usual, was at his desk with various papers spread out in front of him. Feliks was busy cleaning up the clutter that littered the floor from the storm. Toris turned to him and gave a smile.

“I see you survived. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, the ship is fine and we had very few fatalities. Ivan is with Alfred and I don’t want to disturb them so I came to you. We have entered the tropical waters of the south so we should be at Madylia’s shores within the week.”

“Whoo! We can get off this ship!” Feliks cheered and Toris let out a sigh of relief.

“That’s the best news I’ve heard since we left. Is the air any warmer?”

“Yes. If you step outside now you can feel the warmth. You should still wear your furs for another day or so.”

“Thank you, Yao. You’ve done a fine job and I’m glad that you’re our captain.” Toris smiled and Feliks gave him a thumbs up.

“Thanks guys. How are the papers coming along?”

“Difficult.” Toris sighed. “I need Ivan’s approval and his insight. I keep reading through everything over and over again, looking for any loopholes or possible backfires. But don’t worry yourself with this. Vash and I can handle it…you have your own responsibilities.” Yao nodded and pat him on the shoulder.

“Just let me know if I can help. Don’t hesitate to ask.” Toris nodded and watched him leave the cabin before turning to Feliks.

“How’s the cleaning coming?”

“I think I like, packed too much stuff.” He said as he folded some clothes from a tipped over trunk.

“I told you that you would need better locks than the ones you had.”

“Too bad I didn’t listen. Now look at all this work I have to do.” Toris narrowed his eyes at him.

“Seriously, Feliks? You think cleaning up tumbled junk is hard work? Try doing my job and then I’ll listen to your complaints!” Feliks looked at him in surprise and Toris dropped his quill on the table in frustration. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to snap like that. My patience is wearing thin and I feel like one of those little rodents on the wheels. I just keep thinking I’m getting somewhere but I’m really just staying in place.” He picked up his quill once again and tapped the feather against his temple. Feliks laid the shirt he was folding on the floor and stood up to go to Toris. He walked behind him and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

“You don’t have to keep reading through this stuff as often as you do.”

“I know.”

“So like, put them away and come rest for awhile.”

“I can’t. I still have to edit this script.” Feliks covered Toris’ hand with his own, stopping him from writing.

“Drop the quill.” He ordered softly and lifted Toris’ hand to shake the quill out of it. “Come to bed and I’ll massage you…along with a few other ‘relaxation’ techniques I know.” He purred in his ear.

“But-“

“Hush. Come to the bed.”

“But-“

“Listen, what do you think Ivan is doing right now?”

“Laying in bed with his wife?” Feliks nodded.

“So like, get back at him and come relax in OUR bed with YOUR wife. You deserve to rest as much as he does.” Toris thought about it for a moment and stood up.

“You’re right. I will relax!” Feliks chuckled and pulled him over to the bed.

“No need to be that dramatic, love.”

The day passed by quietly and the ship was silent of activity while people were resting in shifts from the storm. The apothecary was going around the ship and checking up on everyone, clearing Gilbert of his pneumonia. Gilbert was overjoyed and had to hunt down Kiku to watch Matthew while he went up on deck to get fresh air. Ludwig was still down and out with a cold but Feliciano wouldn’t leave his side, insisting on treating him like a mother would a child. Everyone who could be was up on deck to enjoy the warming weather and gaze upon the lighter water of the tropical ocean. Arthur and Francis were one of the firsts to be spending most of their time on deck. They particularly liked the bow of the ship and claimed it as their own special spot. Arthur was always in the front to look at the horizon and Francis was always behind, protectively embracing him. Once the weather was warmer the ship didn’t seem as claustrophobic.

Below deck, Alfred had finally woken up from his drug-induced sleep, feeling slightly nauseous and strangely tight. He blinked his eyes open to see his husband asleep beside him and holding him in a tight embrace. Alfred gave a tired smile and continued to stare at the boyish face his Ivan always had when he slept. He snaked his hand out to stroke the round cheek with the back of his index finger. He saw violet eyes slowly open to meet his own gaze and they were accompanied by a tired smile. Alfred smiled back, his chest heavy with pain and his breathing still ragged. His body felt much cooler so his fever must have broken. Ivan gently took his wrist and pulled the smaller hand to his lips to kiss the palm.

“My love…how do you feel?” Ivan asked him.

“Not as cold as before…I think my fever broke.” He said softly and Ivan moved his hand to touch Alfred’s forehead, his smile widening.

“It did! I don’t normally say this but ‘thank the gods’!”

“I guess I’m going to be alright now.”

“I still don’t think you should go outside. I rather you stay in the cabin until the apothecary gives you a clean bill of health. We won’t be on this ship for much longer and we need you to be in perfect health for when we arrive on Madylia shores.”

“I will be, don’t worry. I won’t let you and the others down. We’ll get everything all figured out and we’ll have Gabe back in our arms. It won’t be much longer now.” Ivan smiled and kissed his cheek.

“You have your work cut out for you and I may not always be there for your ‘conversations’ with that bastard.”

“I promise you I’ll be very careful when I’m around him. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Oh, I know I can trust you…it’s him I don’t trust.”

After another week at sea they had finally come to the main port of Madylia’s shores. Everyone was in better health and dressed in their finest garments or councilmember uniforms. With the current temperature of the tropical climate everyone was finding it uncomfortable in their clothes, some having never experienced such heat. Alfred had outdone himself with dressing to the fullest to show his status, wealth and power. He wore a tight sky blue long sleeved silk tunic with gold trim, which he was regretting now do to the heat. He wore all of his best jewelry and his royal crown. He did, however, make a wise choice with the sheer cape around his shoulders for a cloak would have fried him. The sash around his waist was also a golden silk with a large sapphire broach in the center. Ivan was wishing he hadn’t chosen his black velvet doublet and vest attire. He was attracted to the intense detail of the brocade designs and paid a good amount of gold for it. Now he wanted to strip it off of his overheating body and toss it overboard, not caring if he met Sadik in his undergarments. The crown was feeling very tight around his head despite the fact that he was starting to sweat. He hated intense heat like this.

When the boat pulled up to the port they were greeted to the sight of a large canopy tent decorated with flowers. A red carpet was rolled out from beneath it and Madylia guards walked out to stand on either side of it. The ship was up to high for them to see what was under the canopy but most likely it was Sadik. A group of people waited behind the canopy and judging by their strange but classy clothes, they were court members of some kind. Ludwig and Gilbert were to exit the ship first in order to create a safe passage for the royal couple. Ivan held Alfred’s hand in his own as they walked down from the ship and onto the carpet. What sight greeted them was one they did not expect to see. Sadik stood at the other end of the carpet, dressed in a rich green robe with a few jewels and a tiara-like crown. He wore various colored sateen sashes around his waist. He still wore the white mask around his eyes. But the crowning glory that had them both shocked was the toddler he was holding in his arms. Gabe appeared to be eating some kind of fruit and looked to be in perfect health.

“Gabe!” Alfred called his name, waiting nothing more than to run to him and hold him in his arms.

“Ma!” Gabe recognized them immediately and smiled, reaching his arms out to them.

“Don’t be afraid to come and get him. You’re all very much welcomed here.” Sadik said with a smile and held the boy out to them. Alfred let go of Ivan’s hand and hurried up to him where he lifted Gabe into his arms and held him tight.

“Gabe! Thank the gods!” He kissed the boy’s blonde head and carried him over to Ivan. Ivan hugged them both and kissed his son’s cheek, ignoring the boy’s sticky face from the fruit. “He’s alright, Ivan!” Alfred eyes were moist with tears. “He’s alright…look at him!”

“You honestly didn’t expect me to mistreat an innocent child, did you?” Sadik asked.

“You shouldn’t have taken him in the first place!” Alfred said as he continued to cuddle his son with his husband. Once their reunion was done, Alfred handed the boy over to Matthew. They would spend more time with their son after the formalities were exchanged.

“Welcome to my kingdom, my friends. I, King Sadik, welcome you with open arms. You will be treated with the upmost respect while you stay within my walls. I am a very generous king and all of you will receive luxuries beyond your imagination!”

“We thank you for your generous care of our son and opening your home to us.” Alfred responded, giving a respectful bow.

“Let no ill will stand between us. This is a new chapter in our reigns and I humbly request a ceasefire. I see you brought along some of your royal guards?”

“Yes.” Ivan stated firmly. “My men would feel more comfortable knowing their own guards were here. My guards will pose no threat to your own.”

“I fully understand, my friend.” Sadik smiled. “And allow me to introduce you to my wife and queen.” Sadik turned slightly and held his hand out to a young man standing behind him. The man walked up to stand beside him, taking his hand. “Queen Lovino of Madylia.”

Everyone gasped when they saw him for he looked exactly like Feliciano but with darker hair. He wore an odd outfit for a queen but this kingdom was looking to be a whole new culture. He wore a gold sleeveless top with bulky colored trim, slightly baggy black pants and a sateen sashes, much like his husband. He wore a woven sash around his head with the colors of green, gold, red, and black. The excess ends hung loosely down his back. Lovino noticed Feliciano as well and he blinked in surprise.

“Hey, you look like me!” Lovino said, his voice slightly deeper than Feliciano’s.

“Ve~ how strange! You look like you could be my twin!” Sadik looked at his wife and then back to Feliciano’s.

“You both look as if you are related.” He said.

“Well, my father got around a lot so I wouldn’t be surprised if he was related to me.” Lovino said with annoyance and crossed his arms. “I was never told I had a brother or a sibling. I’m not even from his kingdom.”

“I don’t remember anything about my childhood.” Feliciano responded and smiled at Lovino. “This is really strange but fascinating at the same time!”

“Well, you both can talk about this at another time. Lets get our friends into the feasting hall where they can eat, drink, and most of all relax. I’m sure they’re very hungry for real food after their journey.”

“We are indeed!” Alfred said with an eager smile as his stomach rumbled loudly.

“Very well, follow me to the carriages. My palace is not very far from this shore.”

They were lead to the open top carriages and split up accordingly. Ivan wished the carriages were closed so he could talk to Alfred, Vash, and Toris about their plan of action. He didn’t care for how generous Sadik was being towards them and he found it suspicious. Alfred was too wrapped up in holding Gabe and smothering him with more kisses than were necessary. The ride to the palace was short like Sadik had said but the sight of the place stunned them. Vash had told them the architecture was different from theirs and they would be surprised by how it looked inside. They rode through the gardens first which lead to a very open courtyard. The flowers were brightly colored and large in size but they were beautiful. Kiku made a note to study all of the flowers here for he had never seen the likes of them before. The whole area was highly fragranced and even the gazebos were covered in flowering vines. Almost all of them wanted to spend some time in the gardens later.

When they exited the carriages and entered the palace, they were greeted to more amazing sights. The ceilings were high with an arched designs and pillars. Some of the walls were painted with pictures of nature or animals. Others were tiled with decorative medallion patterns or strange shapes. Some areas had marble flooring or pillars and thousands of fabrics hanging from the ceilings, all entwined with one another. The feasting hall was just as glamorous but the ceiling was lower. The tables were long and covered with towering fruits on golden trays. The servants were starting to bring out large trays full of cooked meats that they placed on each table. Pitchers of wine and ale also littered the tables. Oddly, there were no chairs but pillowed cushions of various sizes and colors. The tables were also low to the floor so it was confirmed that the cushions were the chairs. Ivan, Alfred, and Gabe were to sit with Sadik and Lovino at the head table. Their table was slightly raised and their seat cushions were spun of various silks and velvet. They were concerned about the food being poisoned but when Ivan spotted Gilbert tearing into some of the meat and not keeling over he figured it was safe. However, he was surprised when Sadik took a piece of meat from his plate, as well as Alfred’s, and tasted the meat for them. He smiled as he chewed it, signaling that it was safe.

“I wouldn’t choose to poison you because one, it’s a cowards attempt and two, that wouldn’t go over well for me. You have very powerful allies, I’ve heard.”

“Ah, yes we do. I’m sure you have some as well?” Ivan asked him, trying to keep a polite smile on his face.

“Of course I have allies. Many kingdoms lie far from here that your people have yet to explore.” Alfred leaned forward so he could see Sadik passed Ivan.

“How are your allies? Are they trustworthy?” Sadik smirked as he sipped some wine.

“You can never fully trust your allies. They can always turn against you but I can say that mine are as strong as yours. But lets not talk of business here. I have a rule that the feasting hall is for food, fun, and entertainment, not business. Just relax and enjoy all the luxuries I have here.” Ivan frowned but turned to his food as the delicious smell was starting to take over his senses. He chose wine over ale, since it was his drink of choice next to vodka. Alfred had chosen ale and Gabe was given a cup of milk, which Sadik also tasted to prove to them it was safe. Alfred noticed Lovino was silent as he ate so he started to strike up a conversation with him.

“So Lovino, how long have you been married?”

“Too long.” He answered flatly.

“My dear, a month is hardly considered a long time.”

“Maybe by your standards.” Lovino answered him. Alfred decided to turn the conversation to something else.

“I like your outfit. Is that what all queens wear here?”

“We dress for the temperature of the day.” Lovino answered. “You’d be wise to dress like Sadik’s people as well before your husband passes out from heat stroke.”

“I already thought of that, wife. I had servants provide you with clothes that should fit. If not just tell them and they will bring you a better size. After the feasting and entertainment is finished I will give you all a tour of the palace. You will be free to come and go as you please. However, I suggest you remain inside the palace walls. If you venture into the towns and cities you may not be met with friendly faces. My palace holds everything you will ever need while you stay here.”

“Dear husband,” Lovino said with sarcasm. “Don’t you think you should apologize for snatching their kid?” Sadik smiled at him before turning back to Ivan and Alfred.

“I’m sure you know why I chose to kidnap your child?” Ivan glared at him and Alfred shook his head, pulling the boy onto his lap. “It was to keep your husband from attacking me before we were able to sit down and speak peacefully like this. As you can see, he was not mistreated in any way and the nursemaids adored him. You can meet them if you’d like?” Alfred smiled down at the boy.

“I understand your reasoning behind it but I will never fully forgive you for taking him away from me. Many nights I would lie awake and wonder where he was or what was happening to him. However, I am relieved that he is in fine health.”

“The kid eats like a pig.” Lovino pointed out.

“I can tell he has put on weight.” Alfred said and let the boy continue eating the fruits and chocolate treats. “Hmm…perhaps too much.” Alfred pushed the fruit and chocolate away and Gabe whined, trying to reach for it. “No, too much.”

“Oh let the boy eat! Some children don’t have any food at all.” Sadik said as he handed the boy a slice of watermelon. Gabe squealed and started munching at it, dripping its juices down his arms and clothes. “Fruits are healthy for him.”

“We know what’s right for our son.” Ivan politely scolded and Sadik put his hand up.

“Sorry to intrude.” Alfred looked at Ivan and placed his hand on his under the table. He squeezed his hand gently and his eyes silently told his husband to relax. Ivan gave a nod and went back to his food while Alfred and Sadik continued their polite conversation.

“This seasoning is quite interesting!” Francis said as he examined the chicken in his hand. “The skin is covered with something I’ve never tasted before.” He dabbed the top with his finger and tasted it again. “I must have the ingredient!”

“I’m just glad we’re eating real food!” Feliciano said happily as he was inhaling his plate.

“Feli, have some manners.” Ludwig scolded softly.

“Don’t you think this is all to…well…generous?” Toris leaned over to ask Ludwig.

“Perhaps he’s trying to win us over with kindness. It’s hard to make that claim right now, though. We have to see what happens after Alfred talks to him.”

“I’m just worried, that’s all.” Toris said softly. “Maybe he’s had a change of heart and we can come to an agreement.”

“Possible, but unlikely in my opinion.” Ludwig replied and that only made Toris choke on his wine.

“Has anyone else noticed how much smoke there is in here?” Arthur pointed upwards. “I bet that’s what the strange smell is…look at all that smoke!”

“Incense, love.” Francis answered. “They must have a hell of a lot of it here.”

“Look! They’re bringing out dancers!”

Matthew pointed to the center of the room where a group of men, dressed in warrior clothes, starting dancing with their curved swords. They all watched intently, having never seen such tricks and swords before. The men were soon joined with a few women who were erotically dressed and danced with equal grace. Francis and Gilbert were both entranced by the ladies, until their wives scolded them. After the dancing and applauding was done, Sadik called for one his magicians to perform some tricks. The magician pulled a few common tricks but they didn’t cease to please Ivan’s party. Some skeptical ones, like Vash and Ludwig, preoccupied themselves with eating. For the man’s final trick he threw a rope into the air and it stood perfectly erect. He climbed up the rope and disappeared into the smoke of the ceiling. Everyone clapped in amazement as the man climbed his way back down.

“Hey! If he can climb it so can I!” Gilbert said, already tipsy and leapt over the table. Matthew tried to pull him back but Gilbert had moved too fast. The magician watched as Gilbert jumped up to grab the rope and it fell from the ceiling. Gilbert gave a surprised cry as he landed on his back and the rope fell on top of him. Everyone laughed and Ivan had to rub the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

“Quite the joker, that one.” Sadik said.

“Yes…well…he’s only related by marriage.” Ivan responded. “He is a highly skilled and trained general, one of my bests, so I can forgive him.”

“Nonsense! He’s having fun. Look at how he’s tangled up in the rope. Quite the general, all right.”

“Gilbert is my brother-in-law and he’s our source of entertainment.” Alfred said with a smile. “He really is quite strong when he needs to be.”

“I hope I didn’t offend you in any way, Queen Alfred.”

“No, you didn’t.” Alfred laughed. “Gilbert is always the life of the party! And I must say your entertainment here is marvelous! I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“I wasn’t quite sure what your people did for entertainment so I thought you would enjoy seeing what I had to offer, and you did.” Sadik smiled at him.

“How does he do that rope trick?” Alfred asked as he pointed to the magician who had just made a bouquet of wild flowers appear in his hand. Gilbert was back at his table with the rope in his hands, studying it for some type of solution to the trick.

“Ah, a magician never reveals his tricks.” Sadik answered.

“He revealed it to me.” Lovino said flatly. “But I won’t say how.”

“I guess it’s more fun to keep things to the imagine, right Ivan?” Alfred smiled at his husband who just smiled back. Alfred knew his husband was extremely uncomfortable right now and he shifted over to sit closer to him.

“Oh, I forgot to mention! Tomorrow I have a day of activities set up for us. I thought some friendly games of my men verses yours would provide some much needed fun. After being on a ship for so long you could use the enjoyment. My country and kingdom does not have jousting but I could set something up similar to it?”

“We’re in your kingdom so we will play your games.” Alfred answered. “I think it’s a fine idea that we can witness your culture and learn more about your people. From what I’ve seen I can tell it’s almost a whole different world.”

“In some ways, yes. And do you have a champion?”

“Our other general, Ludwig. He’s my champion.” Alfred answered. “But when my husband participates in games and tournaments he is my champion.

“I don’t have one.” Ivan stated. “But are you implying that all of my party must participate in these games of yours?”

“Only those who want to or volunteer. I can point out the ones who are fighters and the ones who are not.”

“I’m sorry, but I thought we were here to discuss matters between our kingdoms, not enjoy a vacation.” Ivan said firmly. “I may be speaking out of term at your table, Sadik, but I must say I find all this very strange…as if you are prolonging the discussion.”

“Ivan!” Alfred said his name in shock, surprised by his bold statement. Sadik just smiled and tossed a grape in the air to catch it in his mouth.

“This is why I prefer to speak to your wife and not you. The sooner you learn to relax and accept my hospitality the sooner I may choose to speak with you as well. Concerning royal matters, that is. I have no problem speaking with you like this.” Ivan glared at him and quickly turned his attention back to his food. He didn’t like where things were going and he was becoming more suspicious by the hour.

After they had eaten and drank their fill, Sadik gave them another tour of his palace. He brought them to the guest part of the palace, which was separated from the main palace by a flowering archway. He brought them through the main doors where the architecture and styles were the same as in the main palace. There were servant hustling around, carrying baskets of clothes, foods, or water pitchers. The first place Sadik brought them to was the bath house. They all stared at the two long tiled pools filled with scented water. Each pool had a small fountain in the center and the sides were decorated with potted plants and trays of soap or oils. Ivan was the only one who wasn’t impressed by the grander of the guesthouse.

The second place was the game room, which was set up with three marble chessboards and a net for either racket ball or badminton. The bathing and game rooms were both on the main floor of the guesthouse. Sadik took them up a winding carpeted staircase to the bedrooms. The first room was to be Ivan and Alfred’s room since it was made specifically for royalty. When they both walked in to the room they were speechless. Even Ivan had to admit that the room was breathtakingly gorgeous. The floors were littered with various types of thick printed carpets. The bed had no head or footboard but just a raised, plush mattress covered in pillows and blankets. A tasseled canopy stood above the bed, held up by thick stone posts that were wrapped with ribbons. There was a small canopy crib set beside the bed for Gabe to sleep in. The balcony doors were open and a long sheer curtain was masking the outside. On the balcony was a wide oval shaped marble tub with stone compartments beneath it filled with wood and coal.

“I bet in your kingdom you don’t have a hot bath like this one.” Sadik smirked as Alfred and Feliks were particular excited by it. “All you have to do is keep the bottoms burning and you’ll have a hot bath for the cold nights here.”

“Alright, like, all of the queen’s grooms, we’re hanging out here tonight! Wives only!”

“Oh, so the husbands get the cold water bath house, is that it?” Gilbert put his hands on his hips. “I object!”

“And no one cares.” Feliks said to him.

“Your councilmen are also grooms?” Sadik looked at Ivan in confusion.

“It’s their choice.” Ivan responded. “My wife enjoys the company of his friends yet he doesn’t force them to wait on him. They choose to do it.”

“Hm. Interesting.”

“I wouldn’t mind taking Feliks up on his offer!” Alfred laughed. “I would like to invite your wife Lovino to enjoy it with us, if that’s alright with you?”

“I’ll ask him but expect him to say ‘no’. He’s very stubborn and is not always comfortable around new people.”

“Please try and persuade him to say accept my offer.” Alfred smiled.

“I will do my very best.” Sadik gave him a small bow before exiting the room with them to continue the tour. “All of the room are next or across from each other and they are decorated about the same. I will leave it up to all of you to decide which rooms you want. There should be enough for everyone…who’s not married?” Vash, Yao, Kiku, and Heracles raised their hands. “Each bed is big enough to fit two so pick your roommate. Now, if you will come with me, I will show you the BEST part of guesthouse and palace!” Sadik grinned.

“Best how?” Vash asked suspiciously.

“You’ll see. It’s a special little place attached to both the guesthouse AND the palace. Come along!” Sadik walked them back down the stairs to the main floor and to another door in the far back. They walked through another open archway and to another door, this one decorated with red paint and tile pieces. Sadik opened the door and let them all walk in. “Welcome to my harem.”

Some stared while others adverted their eyes. The room was fairly large and like all the other rooms it were littered with carpets and pillows. Colored curtains hung on the walls to hide the stone behind it. It smelled heavily of incense and tobacco smoke since there were no windows or ceiling vents. The harem was mixed with women and men, all erotically dressed and decorated with jewels or makeup. Some were shy and hid themselves while others were more than ready to perform at the beck and call.

“You are free to have whichever one you like as many times as you like. However, my head eunuch must check you for any impurities before you proceed and choose. I like to keep my whores clean and free of disease. And it’s open all hours of the day and night.”

“Excuse me,” Arthur spoke up. “But I don’t quite understand why you would offer this to us. In case you haven’t noticed we’re all married, except for four of us.”

“And we have no use for a place like this.” Yao said firmly.

“Ah, are we all that loyal to our spouses? I fear I see some of you unable to take your eyes off my harem horde.” The ones who continued to look and stare were Francis, Gilbert, Feliks, Heracles, and surprisingly Ludwig. Feliciano had to pinch him to get him to advert his eyes. “I hope I didn’t offend anyone but it is custom in my kingdom to offer such pleasures to guests. It’s here for you if anyone wants to experience. I can promise you you’ll never forget your time here.” Alfred shifted Gabe in his arms as he cleared his throat.

“Many of my men are uncomfortable here. So let us go and settle in to our rooms. Have our guards sent here to post outside our rooms.” Sadik smiled and him and bowed before leading them out of the harem. Gilbert had to pulled from it by Matthew.

“It is growing dark and I’m sure you’re all looking forward to sleeping on a steady bed?”

“I know I am.” Toris said with a happy sigh.

“Me too! Me too!” Feliciano hugged Ludwig’s arm, already forgiving him for his perverted staring.

“I will have wine and fruit sent up to your rooms. Please, take time to enjoy all I have to offer you. Once you are all well rested from your long voyage we will start discussing business.” He bowed to them. “Enjoy your stay. Breakfast will be brought up to your rooms tomorrow. If you need anything just ask the servants and they will provide it for you.” He bowed again. “Rest well.”

“Thank you for housing us, King Sadik.” Alfred thanked him for all of them and they waited until Sadik took his leave before they split up and started claiming rooms.

That night in Alfred and Ivan’s room, all the ‘wives’ were piled in the hot tub, sharing in wine and fruit. Francis had whined that he wanted to join but he was denied like all the others. Kiku was the only unmarried one who chose to go with them. Lovino had said he would come if he could but he had yet to show up. Gabe was outside with them as well but he was placed in his crib, which Alfred had moved. The boy was sound asleep in the crib, chewing on some sort of stuffed toy Sadik must have given him a while ago. The rest were in the tub with the water being only rib deep and the hot water was welcomed on the chilly night. Whatever type of wine Sadik’s kingdom produced was enough to get them tipsy on the first glass and they had resorted to immature sex talk.

“Okay, like what’s your husband’s favorite sexual position?” Feliks asked with a hiccup and Matthew had to cover his face from embarrassment at the question.

“Some of us don’t like to kiss and tell.” Arthur said as he splashed some water at Feliks. “I’m only here for hot herbal water, nothing else.”

“Pfft! You’re no fun!” Feliks stuck his tongue out at him. “I’ll be the first to say! Toris enjoys me sitting in his lap at his desk while he pumps into me!” They all shared in a laugh.

“We are talking about the same Toris, right?” Arthur asked, slightly amused.

“Damn straight! Shy and shaky little Toris has a wild side.”

“Oh! Oh oh! Me! Let me go next!” Feliciano piped up, nearly spilling his wine over in the water.

“Now sex with Ludwig is something I want to hear about.” Alfred said with a chuckle. “I just can never picture Sir Strict-alot enjoying himself during sex.”

“Ve~ Sometimes I never catch a break! Wiggy can be very horny and he loves doggie-style the best! But he does alternate between doggie-style and the way that Feliks said! Hmm…not sure which he does more of…”

“I’ve been dying to ask, but is he, like, the same way during sex as he is daily life? Like the way we see him?” Feliks asked, downing more wine. Feliciano looked at them all and smiled, giggling cutely.

“I promised Wiggy I would never reveal things like that.” Everyone ‘awwed’ in unison and splashed water at him.

“Once you get more wine in you you’ll spill.” Alfred pointed out with a laugh and poured himself more wine before passing the bottle to Arthur.

“Ve~ what about you, Mattie? What’s Gilbert’s favorite position?” Alfred plugged his ears and looked away. Matthew blushed hotly behind his wine cup.

“Um…Gilbie likes a lot of positions…I don’t think he has a favorite.”

“What’s yours then?” Feliciano asked.

“Um…Um..I don’t have a favorite…I like them all.”

“Oh gods above…” Arthur said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. “What I am doing here again?” Even after three years he still couldn’t wrap his head about the fact that his little Mattie was having sex. Feliks shuffled closer to Arthur and poured him more wine.

“So like, aren’t you going to share?” Arthur glared at him.

“I said ‘no’.”

“Aww, come on, Arthur! We’re all sharing!” Alfred whined at him.

“You hush! I don’t want to hear about your sexual escapades either! What Francis and I do in the bedroom is nobody’s business but our own!” A pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around Arthur’s shoulders from behind and hugged him.

“He loves being tied up and helpless while I pleasure him.” Everyone laughed as Arthur turned bright red and spun around to see Francis smiling at him. The blonde man wiggled his eyebrows but was unprepared for the wine that was tossed his face.

“Are you serious? Arthur likes bondage?” That threw Feliks into a fit of laughter and even Alfred had to share in it with him.

“STOP LAUGHING! AND HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE YOU PERVERTED HAIRY BASTARD?” Arthur shouted at him, which only succeeded in making everyone else laugh as Arthur’s secret was revealed.

“I love you too, my little dove.” Francis chuckled. “To add in to your lively conversation, my favorite position is when Arthur snuggles up next to me and rests his little butter head on my chest.”

“Awww!” Everyone said and Arthur was nearly seething with embarrassment to the point where he had to lower himself further into the water before he killed his husband. He would have to do it later for there were too many witnesses.

“What are you here for anyway?” Alfred asked.

“Oh, just to let you all know that your lovers are finished with their minor politic talk and are heading to their rooms if you want to join. But lets finish this game here! I want to play! Who hasn’t gone yet?”

“Alfred hasn’t gone and neither has Kiku.” Feliciano pointed out.

“What? I have nothing to say to this!” Kiku said quickly. “I’m not married like the rest of you! Don’t ask me something I don’t have an answer to! I’m just here for the hot water!”

“Then answer this question. Who would you LIKE to have sex with?” Francis asked him and Kiku followed Arthur’s retreat and sunk into the water, blushing brightly.

“No one!”

“Aw, come on! There’s like, two unmarried guys with us who enjoy your company!” Feliks poked at him. “Whom would you rather be with? Heracles or Vash?” Feliks grinned and Kiku nearly jumped out of the water.

“W-WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?” Kiku dropped his goblet into the tub.

“Just say one!”

“NO! Do not ask such questions of me!”

“You’re scaring him!” Feliciano scolded and ushered for Kiku to come sit next to him, which the smaller man did. Feliciano hugged him. “You can be such a douche sometimes, Feliks! You too, Francis!” He gave a little hiccup. “Poisoning little Kiku’s virgin ears. Poor little lamb.”

“How much have you had?” Alfred eyed him in amusement. “Alright guys, let’s end this game. We all know Ivan and I fuck like rabbits and I’ll get into any position that strikes my mood! Run off to your husbands and get into their favorite positions!” Water was splashed at him.

When Ludwig entered his bedchamber he saw Feliciano snoring on the bed and his brother sitting in on one of the cushion chairs. What struck him as strange was the fact that his brother had a black veil covering his face and another covering his groin. He could see the pink eyes open through the black veil and Gilbert gave him a little wave.

“Brother…what are you doing?” Ludwig asked him, slightly worried about what the reply would be.

“I’m in mourning.”

“And…why are you in mourning?” Ludwig rubbed at his temples.

“Because I took marriage vows that prohibit me from spending all my time here knee-deep in harem men and women. Did you see some of those girls? They walk around topless, with nothing but gold chains or sheer veils! If I weren’t married to Matthew I’d be banging each one in there! Ugh! Why can’t there be something in a marriage where you share in the joys of another’s pleasure?”

“There is something. It’s called ‘adultery’ and most marriages frown upon it. So do most religions and kingdoms. Now take those stupid things off! I’m the younger brother and I act more mature than you! Matthew is a true and loyal wife and you shouldn’t speak of such things.” Gilbert took the veil off of his face.

“You don’t think I know that? I wouldn’t trade Matthew for anything! Sure, my eyes wonder a bit and yes, I have been thinking about that harem but I know my loyalty is to Matthew. He’s the one I want for life, not those whores.”

“Then stop fretting about it and go to your wife. Don’t let him stay in his room alone. I still don’t trust the people here yet.” Gilbert removed the veil from his crotch and gave a breathy chuckle.

“You know, I was just thinking back to the time I first took you to an inn and got you laid. Boy, were you drunk and horny!” Ludwig flushed angrily.

“Enough, brother.”

“I remember thinking, ‘there goes my baby brother…all set to become a man’. What was her name? Maggie? Mary? I know it started with an ‘M’.”

“Gilbert…have you been drinking?” Ludwig frowned. “You always go down memory lane when you’re near me and drunk.” Ludwig turned away from him to start unbuttoning his jerkin when Gilbert jumped onto his back. Ludwig gasped and quickly grabbed his brother’s legs before the man fell. “GILBERT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“Sometimes I just want to give my baby brother a great big hug!” Ludwig sighed.

“You’re drunk.” His answer came in a hiccup.

“You know what was on my mind while you were getting laid that first time? I was thinking about the day you were born. Ah, I remember it so well…a baby brother as large a small calf making his way through mother’s-“

“ENOUGH!” Gilbert chuckled.

“And then I held you for the first time. Ah, it was every big brother’s dream to hold his fifty-pound monster brother in his arms!” Ludwig grumbled at Gilbert’s false description of him. “But I was proud to call this grizzle bear my little brother! I knew from that day forth I was going to be the most protective and awesome big brother I could be!” Ludwig shuffled his brother off of his back.

“Are we speaking of the same big loving brother who locked me in the wine cellar under the false pretense that father had bought me a new toy and hid it down there?”

“Pfft! Come on! That’s different! Big siblings always tease little siblings! That’s the way of the world! I did it to make you strong! Tough love!”

“You told me a giant goblin lived under the steps and only comes out in the dark!”

“I wanted you to see that there was no reason to be afraid of the dark! Once you realized there was NO GOBLIN then you would see that the dark was nothing to fear! I was helping you become a man!” He grinned and pats his back. “But hearing you scream and cry and stomp your little feet in a frightened tantrum was still one of the best sounds I ever heard.”

“Oh yes…congratulations on tricking and frightening a four year old…”

“That’s what big brothers do!” Ludwig glared at him and Gilbert had to roll his eyes. “Oh for fucks sake! I hope you’re not still harboring on that! What did I say I would do to the goblin if he ever hurt you?” Ludwig sighed.

“You said you would beat him up and take a shit on his corpse. Then father overheard your swear and smacked you in the mouth.”

“Yeah well…father always liked you best. Him AND our stepfather. Both liked you more than me…oh well, no use dwelling on the past!” He grinned and slapped Ludwig on the back. “Glad we could think back to the good ol’ days! But don’t think you can best me in anything! I’m still your big brother and I can whoop your ass in any game or fight!”

“I don’t suppose you are referring to the games tomorrow?”

“That won’t be you against me though! We’ll kick the shit out of Sadik’s men and show him that our kingdom is the most awesome kingdom there ever was and ever will be!” Gilbert laughed proudly and Ludwig took this chance to shove his brother out the door and lock it before he could come back in. Ludwig sighed at the sound of the silence until he heard pleasured moaning coming from next door.

“There goes my silence.”

In the next room…

“How did I let you get this far?” Arthur panted out as Francis gripped his hips and thrust into him. “Y-You embarrassed me!”

“You loved it.” Francis chuckled and lifted Arthur’s hips more to better angle his thrusts. Arthur cried out in pleasure and gripped the silk sheets to keep from being shoved over the edge. Since there was no headboard he had nothing to hold on to and with the speed Francis was going he was sure to fly off.

“Stop right now!” He groaned and pushed back against him. “I saw how you…you looked at those harem whores!” He lifted his body up onto his forearms, watching his sweat drip onto the silk beneath him. Francis gave a particularly hard thrust that pressed against his sweet spot “Right there! Damn you…”

“I would love it if you wore one of those outfits for me!” He kept up his pace and Arthur actually felt him grow harder inside at the mention of it.

“No…!”

“Please?”

“No! Gods above don’t stop!” Arthur gasped in pleasure and awaited the next hard thrust but it never came. Instead Francis pulled himself out of him, leaving him feeling empty and cold. He whined in frustration and turned to glare at him over his shoulder. “Why did you stop?”

“You won’t dress for me! So you get no pleasure!”

“That’s not fair! You can’t just leave me like this! And look at you! You’re still rock hard!”

“I have a hand.” Francis put his nose in the air but gasped when Arthur tackled him. Arthur straddled his waist and slammed himself down onto Francis’ erection, arching his back with a gasp of pleasure. “No fair! Get off!”

“Fuck me right and maybe I’ll do it.” Francis’ eyes lit up and he shot up from the bed, wrapping his arms around Arthur’s body.

“Thank you, my dove! I love you!”

Francis kissed him hard, pushing his tongue past warm lips to duel with the other. Francis pushed them back onto the bed, never breaking the kiss as he began his pounding rhythm. Arthur had to break away from the kiss cry out in pure pleasure, his eyes rolling back into head. He gripped Francis’ shoulders and dug his nails into the skin, his body tightening around his husbands’. Francis never slowed in his movements and he knew Arthur was close due to the tightening of his inner muscles around him. The constricting muscles only urged him to move faster and strike that bundle of nerves that would make his lover scream with climax. With only two more harsh thrusts to that sweet spot, Francis felt Arthur arch his back and cry out loudly as he came between them. Arthur’s body trembled with aftershocks of orgasm and his hands tangled in the wavy locks as Francis finished with a few more thrusts of his own. To Arthur’s surprise, Francis bit down on his shoulder as he came deep within him, something he hadn’t done in a long while. Arthur moaned at the slight pain mixed with the warm pleasure flowing into his lower regions. Francis pulled his mouth away and licked at the swollen spot before moving his lips to share a passionate kiss. Arthur moaned into his mouth and returned the kiss as he felt Francis slide out of him. When they broke away from the kiss, his husband flopped next to him on the bed, both relishing in the afterglow of sex.

“You just…need to learn to dance like those girls too…and I’ll cum on sight.” Francis said with a grin.

“Eh, I’ve decided not to dress or dance that way for you.” Arthur smirked at Francis’ hurt look.

“What? But you promised!”

“I only said that to get what I wanted from you.”

“DEMON! I’m married to a demon!” Francis whined and cried pitifully. “That’s all the good I do! I do nothing but love and cherish you and kiss the very ground you walk on!”

“Oh please! Come up with a different line already! I know how much you love and cherish me…and I used it to my advantage.” He rolled into Francis’ body and rests his head on his chest. “I’m kidding. As long as you don’t pull another stunt like that one at the hot tub I will dress and dance for you like…like a harem boy.”

“I LOVE YOU!” Francis cried out happily and hugged him close, nearly choking the life out of him. They both froze when they heard loud, pleasurable cries from the room next to them.

“AH! AH! LUDWIG! DON’T STOP!” Feliciano’s high-pitched cries could be heard faintly through the wall. Francis’ smile turned into a grin and he looked to Arthur.

“He’s getting back at us. Think we can top it?”

“I can cry out better than that. I accept the challenge.” Francis rolled on top of Arthur and proceeded to out-fuck Ludwig and Feliciano.

The next morning came the day of the games. Everyone was at the arena where the games were taking place. At the moment it was Sadik’s guards verses Ivan’s guards in wrestling matches. Sadik’s men had won the wrestling tournament but only by one extra pin so Ivan still held his pride. Alfred was sitting between Sadik and Ivan to keep things as peaceful as they could be while the games continued on. Ivan wore purple with thick silver trim around the hems and his royal crown. It was too hot to wear all of his jewelry so he wore only his chain of office around his shoulders. Unfortunately, the clothes were made for someone slightly smaller than Ivan but he refused to tell the servants to get him a bigger size. Not just in pants but tunic top as well. The shirt was skin tight on him and he felt his ‘love handles’ peeking out from his waistband. Luckily, the silver star printed sash he wore around his waist hid his belly, or ‘muffin top’, as Gilbert had once referred to it. Glancing over at Sadik, the king was perfectly tanned and wore nothing on the top except for some heavy golden chains encrusted with jewels. His body was well toned and his muscles could easily be seen. The last time Ivan remembered have a prominent abs like his was when he was in his teenage years. The man may have more defined muscles but Ivan’s muscles were hidden behind pure stockiness. His queen always reassured him that he was just ‘husky’ and not fat. Ivan did have unusual strength and it was one of the many things people feared about him. Still, the perfect sculptured body his enemy made him grind his teeth in aggravation.

Alfred was dressed all in blue, his outfit being made of sateen to match his husbands’. Alfred had woven some of the sheer colored sashes into his crown and tied them in the back of his head so they could cascade down his back. Instead of jewels he was given pearls to wear around his neck and waist. He wore the pearl tiara beneath his crown and let the small sapphire pendant dangle between his eyes. He wore thin golden armbands around his wrists and ankles. Alfred despised the thin material the shoes were made out of. They felt more like slippers than shoes. Ivan’s party was dressed in the Madylia style clothing that was provided for them, resembling Alfred’s attire minus the pearls and crown. The only thing that was different was color or style. Ivan, Alfred, Ludwig, Gilbert, Feliciano, and Yao had all gone for sleeveless tunic tops with lightweight pants. Feliciano and Yao both chose to wear sash crowns around their heads and chose their favorite colors. Feliciano in orange and Yao in gold. Ludwig and Gilbert chose darker colors, the eldest in black and the youngest in brown. The others chose lightweight long sleeved tunic tops with simple bottoms. Matthew was in gray, Toris wore green, Kiku had white, Feliks in pink and Vash in a darker shade of green. Heracles was the only one to go shirtless. Feliks was also the only ‘groom’ to wear a matching pink veil around his head that pooled over his shoulders. His tunic was also the smallest cut, showing off his midriff and his pants were the same: short in length. It almost resembled a skirt if you weren’t looking at it up close.

The next game was the horse race and Ivan had to choose one of his men to participate in the races. He chose two of his guards but was slightly surprised when Feliks had offered to race as well. Toris panicked and urged Feliks not to engage in the race. He knew his wife was a great rider and handled horses well but he, like Ivan, did not trust Sadik’s men. Ivan was going to decline Feliks offer to ride in their name but since Ludwig was due to sword fight he had to let the other race. Ivan also did not want to show weakness in front of Sadik so he gave Feliks permission to ride. When the first to races began, Ivan’s men had lost and it was up to Feliks to gain a win for them. Toris was biting his nails and trembling as he watched his wife hop up onto a white stallion, sitting proudly upon it. Alfred reached over and held Ivan’s hand tightly in his, fearing for Feliks’ safety.

Feliciano couldn’t handle the idea of his friend racing and his husbands’ upcoming fight so he excused himself to get a drink of wine. When Feliciano had got up, Lovino had excused himself as well and followed behind his ‘twin’. Ludwig watched them for a moment but had to turn his eyes back to Feliks as the race started. Feliciano took one of the goblets and drank it down quickly, wiping his mouth with his arm.

“Hey you!” Feliciano jumped as he felt someone tap him on the shoulder and he turned to see Queen Lovino. “Come over here.”

“Ve?” Lovino pulled him further away from the crowd.

“Don’t worry, they’ll think I’m talking to you because you look just like me.” When they were far enough away from listening ears, Lovino pressed a small folded paper into Feliciano’s waist sash. “Give that to your king or superior officer. I have a proposition that will work in their favor.”

“You want me to be responsible for something important like this?”

“If you fuck it up I’ll have to cut off your hands.” Feliciano cringed and cried out in protest. “Then don’t screw it up! Don’t let ANYBODY see it! If it falls into the wrong hands I’ll loose my head! Promise me you will give it to your superiors. It’s very, VERY important for your king and his intentions to take over Madylia!”

“B-But King Sadik is your husband!”

“I hate that bastard! But I don’t have to explain things to you! Everything is in that note, got it? Now go!”

“But-“

Feliciano watched as Lovino hurried off back to the dais to take his seat next to his husband. Feliciano tucked the paper tighter into his belt and went back to find Toris to tell him about the letter. He was trembling in fear that such a dangerous deed was entrusted to him. He felt like he was going to pass out just from the threat Lovino had given him. He arrived back at the dais just in time to see Feliks cross the finish line, winning a round for Ivan’s kingdom. Everyone clapped at the well-won victory and Feliks had to grandstand, rearing and trotting his horse along the sand. Toris whispered a silent payer to the gods for his wife’s coming out of the race safely.

Feliciano didn’t want to disturb Toris at the moment so he went to his husband instead. Just as he leaned up to whisper to Ludwig, they all watched in horror as the man who raced against Feliks came riding up with a thin club and smacked the blonde in the mouth. Feliks toppled from his horse and landed roughly in the sand. Feliciano cried out in shock and watched as his husband leapt from the dais, unsheathing his sword. The last thing he heard was Toris’ frantic but angry shouts before the world went black.

End Chapter 4 TBC

***Everything’s starting to build up, folks! ^^ R & R please!
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