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***Warnings: Yaoi, language, violence, slight humor

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Chapter 4: Don’t Talk To Me Of Love

Running head on into the troll was not the best idea. This one was larger than most and his club immediately came swinging at them. Gilbert was able to jump over it and all Ivan could do was duck successfully. Gilbert was clearly used to this and once he was out of the weapon’s range he struck his whip into the air. The whip wrapped around the club and Gilbert tugged, digging his heels into the sidewalk for leverage. The troll easily pulled the club back, dragging Gilbert along with it until it roared in pain. While he was ducking, Ivan took the opportunity to stab the troll’s bare foot with his broken wine bottle. Ivan jumped back as the troll backed away itself, hobbling now on one good foot.

“That’s mighty good work for a noob like you!” Gilbert hollered to him and whipped the troll again, this time slashing into its skin.

“I’m from a rough neighborhood where-“ Ivan’s sentence was cut short as the troll’s hand struck out and grabbed his thigh. “Oh dear…” He remained silent and stoic while he was lifted into the air, staring straight into the upside down eyes of the troll. He could see its beady eyes through the long hair and smell the rotten breath that accompanied each growl.

“IVAN!” Gilbert shouted and lashed his whip out at the arm holding Ivan.

The troll let out a shriek at the pain and Ivan took that moment to stab the scissors into a beady eye. Ivan kept his grip firm on the scissor when the troll roared and tossed its head back, the blood dripping from the wound and caking in his hair. The creature shook Ivan back and forth while it writhed in pain before dropping him to the road. Ivan landed with a heavy thud and for a moment saw stars. That’s when he heard Gilbert shouting to Francis and Antonio.

“GET THE ROPE! HURRY!”

Gilbert called over to them. Ivan sat up to see what was going on and the two men both held the same rope in their hands. While the troll was stumbling backwards with its wounds, Antonio and Francis spread out to stretch the rope. Ivan figured what they were doing and got to his feet, readying his scissors. The two men pulled tight as the troll’s weight backed in to the rope and stumbled to the road. Once the creature was stunned, Ivan took a chance and armed with scissors, he leapt up onto the troll’s belly. When the troll opened its mouth for another wail Ivan stabbed the scissors into its mouth and up through the top. The blades pierced the tender insides of the mouth and silenced the troll’s cries. The monster fell limp to the ground and with a grunt, Ivan ripped out the bloodied scissors. The people looking on cheered and clapped for his victory.

“Ha! Beginners luck!” Gilbert called over to him. Ivan smiled and jumped from the troll’s stomach, twirling the scissors on his finger.

“All in a day’s work. He was no different from the brutes I fought on a daily basis. Although they were slightly more attractive and less hairy.”

“Well don’t think you’re the almighty monster slayer or anything. Trolls are some of the easiest monsters to kill. I can kill them singlehanded.”

“But you didn’t.” Ivan smiled. “You had my help and the help of your little duo over there.” Francis and Antonio were the same here as they were in his world. Gilbert liked to refer to the three of them as the ‘O-Zone’ boys singing ‘Dragostea Din Tei’. They had no shame. Gilbert smirked and threw his arms around their necks.

“Yup! These are my boys, right here!” He squeezed them both until they were red in the face.

“M-Maybe we should go back in the tavern and celebrate with some wine?” Francis offered through gasps and Gilbert let them both go.

“I really should be getting back to the palace.” Gilbert said with regret. “You know how my brother is and I do have to report that there was another troll attack. We’ll leave it for the townsfolk to dispose of. We did all the work.” Antonio stood next to Ivan and slapped his back.

“Saw you being tossed around. How you holding up?” He asked him.

“Ah, now I know what a wind sock feels like.” ‘Or one of those strange balloon wavy arms thingies outside of dealerships.’ He said the last part to himself since the others would have no clue.

“Yeah, you still have a few training techniques to learn, my friend.” Gilbert told him. “But don’t worry, we’ll set you up.”

“Hey, before you go I wanted to ask you. Are we able to sneak in to Feli’s birthday feast? Or did Ludwig give us the ‘okay’?” Francis asked and Ivan looked at Gilbert in slight surprise.

“I’m workin’ on it, guys. I’ll let you know as soon as I can. But me and the noob better be getting back. Thanks for your help.” He said ‘goodbye’ to his friends and lead Ivan back to the castle.

By early morning they had made it back and immediately they were scolded by the other clerics and Ludwig himself. Gilbert just kept an uninterested expression and Ivan was humming tunes in his head to drown him out. It was easy to ignore Ludwig as long as you appeared to be paying attention to him. Feliciano and Kiku were standing behind him on either side of the throne. Kiku was calm but Feli disliked when Ludwig was angry like this.

“Now what is this about a ‘troll’? Another has appeared?” Ludwig asked when he was finally finished with his rant.

“Yes, but Ivan and I bravely took care of it with no casualties. Ivan was actually able to kill it. He ran straight on without any fear or hesitation!”

“This is true.” Ivan said with a smile. “I look forward to any more that may come my way.” Ludwig stared at him and crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes.

“Just like that? Able to kill a troll? Something you do not have in your world.”

“Yes sir.”

“Hmm…I know Gilbert wouldn’t lie about something like this.” He sighed. “Gilbert, make the arrangements to train Ivan as one of us. And if I hear of you sneaking out again without my permission I will have no choice but to punish you.” Gilbert rolled his eyes and smirked.

“Yes, brother.”

“Now, off with you. I have some things to discuss with my council.” Ludwig watched the two leave before turning to Kiku. “Summon our court sorcerer.”

“This early in the day? What for?” Kiku asked.

“I want to know more about Ivan. Gilbert ran off with him tonight and you know my fears about that.”

“M-Maybe with a stranger like Ivan something like ‘that’ won’t happen to Gilbert.” Feliciano spoke out but Ludwig shook his head.

“I can’t take any chances right now. Summon our sorcerer.”

Kiku nodded and went to the far end of the room where a small black pillar stood with a marble bowl in the center. Kiku took one of the small potion bottles beside it and sprinkled the colored contents inside. Next, he took the small pitcher of water and poured it over the bowl’s contents. A purple smoke began to emerge from the bowl and Kiku went back over to join the others. They stood beside Ludwig’s throne as the man took a seat, casually crossing his legs. Waiting for the sorcerer to appear could take anywhere from a few seconds to at least five minutes. Ten at the most. Ludwig rests his temple on his fist and waited in silence.

A soft breeze trailed through the throne room and seconds later a puff of purple and green smoke appeared before them. The court sorcerer stepped out from the smoke, dressed in gray robes with a red cloak. He removed the hood and called for his crystal staff, which immediately appeared in his right hand. A spell book appeared in his left arm and a belt of potions hung from his waist. The sorcerer looked slightly annoyed to have been called so early in the morning.

“Greetings, Arthur.” Ludwig said to him, uncrossing his legs.

“What have you called me for?” Arthur asked.

“I have summoned you here because a stranger has-“

“Appeared in our world from another. Yes, I’m already ahead of you. I hope that is not what you called me here for?” Arthur raised a thick, annoyed eyebrow at the king who didn’t seem all to pleased with his tone.

“I want you to investigate him. We believe he came from the tear. Kiku seems to think that the tear in the sky is a mirror parallel to our own world. Feli and I agree with him. Ivan speaks of all of us existing in his world. He knew many secret things that have been kept between my family. He knows a lot about Gilbert as well. You can guess where I am going with this?” Arthur smirked.

“Are you fearful of your brother falling for this stranger? Or perhaps they are together in this other parallel world?”

“I really have no answer to those questions and I’m not quite sure what to believe.” He sighed softly. “Too many strange things have been happening. These are dangerous times and more questions than answers have been arising. But now that Ivan has appeared, I would like for you to investigate the situation. See what you can find out about this tear now that Ivan has fallen through.” Arthur nodded and then Kiku spoke up.

“Our king also fears for the safety of his brother. We think Ivan may already be smitten with Gilbert but we don’t know for sure. The large stranger is…a bit odd.”

“I worry for my brother’s condition.” Ludwig said. “I can’t take any chances. There are far too many troubles in our world as it is without something happening to Gilbert.” He paused for a moment before speaking again. “I would hate to have to kill my own brother because he had succumbed to sexual desire. He has blemished ever other impure manner there is except that one…and I want him to remain pure. I would have to kill him if he became a demon…” Feliciano placed his hand on Ludwig’s shoulder to comfort him.

“There is a chance nothing will happen.” Feliciano reminded him but Ludwig shook his head.

“I can’t chance that. Not after all that has happened.” He turned his blue eyes back to Arthur. “I want Ivan closely watched. If he is perusing my brother in that manner then I want it stopped.” Before Arthur could respond another voice interrupted him.

“Are you saving him for yourself?” Ludwig slammed his fists on the armrest of the throne and grit his teeth.

“That’s a vicious lie! And what the hell is HE doing here?! Don’t tell me that is who you have in mind to keep tabs on Ivan?” Arthur sighed and rubbed his temple with the staff.

“He is the best person for the job.” Arthur answered.

“He is not a person. He’s a demon!” Ludwig growled out and a loud, obnoxious laugh echoed through the hall.

“That hurts my feelings, your ‘majesty’.”

“Alfred, show yourself.” Arthur demanded softly and held his staff slightly in the air to let it glow green.

A red flamed circle emerged a few inches behind Arthur and a ram-horned head peeked out from it. Alfred only appeared for a moment from the nose up until his entire body slowly came into view from the portal. He was dressed all in black, his clothes skin tight yet covered all of his body. He moaned in relief as his bat-like wings spread out and shook the blood flow back into them. He looked at Ludwig and smiled, levitating over to Arthur and wrapping his arms around his neck from behind.

“I would be happy to except the job of spying on this ‘Ivan’. He sounds interesting…being from another world and all.”

“This is not a game to us, Alfred.” Ludwig said firmly and then turned his eyes back to Arthur. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t have your lover on an important case such as this.” Arthur scoffed.

“Alfred is much better than he appears to be.” He defended the demon behind him. “If anyone can stray Ivan away from Gilbert, it’s Alfred. He knows how to be seductive when necessary but that is not his strong suit. He much rather-”

“I don’t care about him. And just how does he plan to spy on Ivan?” Ludwig asked.

“I will give him the power of ‘shadow’, of course.” Arthur smirked and glanced at the demon male behind him. “Alfred can play the role of a ghost very well. Just keep it in your pants.” Arthur’s cheerful tone turned to a more serious one and Alfred pecked him on the cheek.

“Yes master.” He said with a purr and wrapped his tail around Arthur’s leg. “How soon do you want me to start?” Alfred asked Ludwig.

“As soon as possible. Ivan is going to begin training as a fighter as of today. He has proven his worth by defeating a troll without any previous fighting skills or background in monsters. It will be Arthur and Kiku’s job to detect if Ivan is good or evil. If he is evil, I want him away from my brother. If he is good…I still want him away from my brother. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.” Arthur responded. “And if we find him to be evil…?”

“Then I will have him burned at the stake and his limbs will be torn apart. I will show no mercy to him. Be on your way then, Alfred.”

“I’ll be in touch.” Alfred winked at him and disappeared back into the flaming circle. Arthur turned to the other three and gave a short bow.

“Whenever Lord Kiku is ready, so am I.”

“I am ready now, Sir Arthur. Come to my office and we shall begin.” Kiku smiled softly at him and left with the sorcerer, leaving only Ludwig and Feliciano together.

“Wiggy…what are you so afraid of with Gilbert? I don’t think any of that is real with him.”

“Real or not…I’m not willing to chance it. I may be completely wrong in all of this but I owe my big brother a lot and like all my people, he is part of my realm and deserves my protection. I want that for him. Gilbert deserves more than he has received all these years of life.” Feliciano smiled and kissed the top of his blonde head.

“You’re such a good little brother.” Ludwig muttered under his breath in slight annoyance.

“Ahem. Shouldn’t you be following up on those party arrangements? I leant you the money so you’d had best be spending it wisely.” Feliciano looked worried for a moment and gave a nervous laugh.

“Of course, my love! Everything is nearly ready for my birthday celebration! But I will double check everything now.” He kissed his cheek and made his way to the nearest exit. Before he left the room completely, he peeked his cute little face around the doorframe. “I…may have gone a bit over budget…” Ludwig’s head snapped violently towards his and Feliciano’s face disappeared in an instant.

‘This is what I’ll be doing? A gladiator camp is more productive!’ Ivan said to himself as he scanned the training arena located behind the castle. The men in training were all clerics of some kind or young men in their late teens training to be warriors. Not only was Gilbert one of the head clerics but he was the head trainer as well. The moment he stepped onto the arena grounds everyone fell to one knee and bowed their heads. Even though Gilbert said his looks struck fear in the hearts of many, the ones that knew him respected him strongly. They all strived for his acceptance and something simple as a ‘well done’ from him was enough to send a young man beaming with pride.

Just like in his world, Gilbert could be serious when he needed to be. Ivan continued to stare longingly at him as the man preached various stages of combat and monster battling. Ivan didn’t care in the least. All that mattered to him was the sexy body prancing back and forth, dripping with wanton virgin desire. So many images flashed through his mind during the battle lecture. How he longed to throw Gilbert down on the ground and ravish him fully, feeling his virgin blood tickle his massive erection as it broke through the barrier. Oh, but to hear those sweet sounds of love and lust from those pink lips was enough to make him cream right then and there. Speaking of those lips, his Gilbert was able to deliver a memorable blowjob. Even in his world, ‘inexperienced’ Gilbert gave some of the best head he had ever received.

‘My Gilbie…’ He said the name to himself and closed his eyes, imagining his long lost lover before him.

Gilbert was dressed in flowing white robes that matched his milky skin. His body, which had been so long protected and untouched, was begging to be fucked and soiled. The robes were sheer toil, framing his body in a celestial way. He envisioned his virgin Gilbert crawling up to him and stopping between his legs. Gilbert would lick his lips and lap at the hard erection through the pants. Slowly, Gilbert’s teeth would pull at the leather ties to loosen the pants and free his erection. He imagined what Gilbert’s soft gasp would sound like when his engorged length sprung to life before him. Gilbert would moan and nuzzle the thick cock, rubbing his nose and tongue along the engorged veins.

‘Taste it, please.’ Ivan would beg the other. Gilbert would smile and lick the underside of his cock.

‘It’s so big…I could never take it all in…’

‘Oh, you will, my love. You will. Our bodies are meant for one another.’ Ivan would respond and force his erection past Gilbert’s lips. ‘You will become one with me…I will claim you as my own, as such I did in my world. Anyone who attempts to fuck you will be brutally murdered by my hand.’ He would thrust himself further in to Gilbert’s mouth. ‘Beg me to fuck you…beg me to rob you of all you hold dear…’ He pictured those pink eyes gazing up at him with his mouth buried dick deep. Gilbert removed his lips with a ‘pop’.

‘Fuck me, Ivan. Fuck me hard…I want you tearing in to me with your brute force…claiming my innocence as your own!’

‘Little Prussian, you need not to look very far.’ Ivan saw himself throwing Gilbert down onto the floor and tearing his robes apart to pool around him. Gilbert moaned and spread his legs, bringing his hand down to let his fingers probe his entrance. Ivan rid himself of his tunic shirt and stroked his erection, his eyes soaking in all of Gilbert’s body to burn into his memory.

‘Take me, Ivan…take me now!’

Gilbert would moan and Ivan would oblige. He remembered how soft and tight and warm Gilbert’s virgin hole was yet it sucked his length all the way in. Ivan began fucking him with raw need, making the other beg and cry in pain mixed with pleasure. Just like in his world, they would be fucking on Ludwig’s bed. Ivan envisioned Ludwig ahead of them, staring on in shock as Ivan pounded in to his brother whom he vowed to protect. Ivan’s violet orbs would meet with Ludwig’s blue ones and he would wink. The ‘wink’ would represent his dominance over Ludwig’s mischievous yet chaste older brother. Oh how he would love to strap Ludwig down, force his eyes to remain open as he fucked his brother to the point where he would walk crooked. Ivan would even take Gilbert before a public audience. If he did that, than everyone would know whom Gilbert belong to.

‘Ivan…oh, Ivan…IVAN!’

“IVAN!” Someone landing a lash against his chest robbed Ivan of his current wet daydream.

“OW! HEY!?” Ivan shouted but realized that he was back in the current world with his hands down his pants, cupping a rather painful erection. Even though he had thought he had lost all his shame years ago he felt his cheeks warming. “Oh my…” He looked up at a pissed off Gilbert whose arms were crossed with the whip hanging out between them.

“Hero or not, something as repulsive as this earns you a day in the pit!”

“The pit?”

Before Ivan would blink he was being tossed down into an actual stone pit. He landed painfully on his tailbone but watched with one open eye as the wooden door was closed and latched above him. Only a small barred window offered him a ray of light. He had lost his erection in the movement process and calmly rests his back against the stone, moss-covered walls. Ivan had spent the night in jail many times so this wouldn’t be any different. The surroundings were obviously different but the process was the same. With nothing else to do Ivan found himself reminiscing about a particular moment he and Gilbert had spent together. It was the last night they had spent together before Gilbert’s death. He didn’t know what made him think of it but he found he couldn’t suppress the flashback.

Ivan had just come out of the shower and detected a hint of beef broth. He sniffed the air some more while tying is robe to enter the living room. Their apartment was small with one bedroom, a very small hall with a bathroom and a living room that connected to the kitchen. The linoleum on the kitchen floor was no more than a yard wide with an old stove, a sink, and a bit of counter space. Their refrigerator was a ‘portal to the underworld’ as Gilbert had referred to it. They tried to keep as little perishable food in it as possible. The building was so old that they would often loose electricity for a couple of hours. The living room consisted of only a couch, an uneven coffee table, a portable stereo system, and a 12-inch plasma sitting on the floor opposite. It wasn’t much but it was just what they needed. They needed a motorcycle to get around and not having cell phones wasn’t an option. Whatever ‘dirty’ money they made went to their boss along with other percentage charges, which would only leave them with enough to live off of. They were too far in the gang life that they couldn’t back out now unless they wanted to be killed. So they made the best of it.

‘Gilbert? What is that? It smells wonderful!’ Ivan said as he looked to the kitchen, finding his lover using the small counter space to chop something.

‘I’m making German potato and beef stew. It’s cold tonight and I thought a stew would be appropriate. And I wanted to be domestic!’ Ivan came up behind him to wrap his arms around the narrow waist. He rests his chin on Gilbert’s shoulder to watch him cut up the potato.

‘Be careful with that knife. You’re cutting pretty fast.’

‘Please! I used to cook for Ludwig all the time if grandma was too busy with her fabrics. He loved beef stew…and it’s the only thing I can actually make that’s home cooked.’

‘I bet it tastes divine. I can’t wait to try some.’ He said and started kissing Gilbert’s neck. Gilbert chuckled and tilted his head a bit in response.

‘I don’t recall there being a ‘me’ on my menu?’

‘But you come with every meal. Like bread.’ Ivan chuckled and nipped at his neck.

‘You are so lame it’s not even funny.’ Gilbert continued cutting up his current potato, tossing the pieces into the pot. ‘It will be a while before we eat.’

‘Then we must preoccupy ourselves with other activities in the mean time. Like fucking you into the floor.’

‘What makes you think I want to fuck you all the time? And do you really want the Marshalls below us to complain about noise again? You’re not that good, commie.’

‘Says the Nazi.’ Ivan countered as he flipped Gilbert around so they were facing one another. ‘The ceilings are always falling down in this building. Our lovemaking had nothing to do with their bathroom ceiling cracking a bit.” Gilbert laughed at that, resting his hands on the counter top to keep his lower back from being pressed into it. ‘And I’m the one who woke up to a cold hand fondling me this morning. You know you loved what came after.’

‘I did, which is why I must stop you right here. We already had sex today. My vital regions need a break to recharge.’ Ivan pouted. ‘Oh come on! Stop with the childish pouts!’

‘Well…your pert little bottom may be temporarily out of order but I’m sure your knees are in working condition?’

‘Ugh. You know I hate doing that.’

‘You don’t seem to care about it when you’re receiving it?’

‘That’s different because I deserve full satisfaction! My jaw always aches afterwards and I don’t like having to work hard if I don’t have to.’ Gilbert flicked his lover’s nose. ‘The answer is no. Word.’ Gilbert spun back around in Ivan’s arms to stir the stew. ‘Get me a beer, would you?’

‘Fiddle de de.’ Ivan mock whined but did as he was told, opening it before handing it to him. Gilbert drank the beer from the corner of his mouth while he stirred the stew.

‘Perfect for a cold night like this. Let’s hope the heat doesn’t go out.’

‘Then we will just have to cuddle close, yes?’

‘Yes.’

The stew cooked for another hour until it was done and ready to be served. They always ate at the couch since they did not have an appropriate dining table. Just as they were sitting down to eat the lights flickered and went out. Gilbert cursed loudly and Ivan just sighed. The weather was snowy and windy outside, which was the cause of the power outage.

‘I suppose we should dress in our warmest clothes.’ Ivan offered. ‘I’ll light the candles.’

‘I’ll get the comforter from the bedroom.’

Offered Gilbert. ‘And lets turn the couch around so we can see the window.’ The two men moved the couch around with little difficulty to face the kitchen window. Even though they only saw some brick from the neighboring building they could still see the snow falling. Once dressed in their coats and winter hats, the two sat on the couch to eat and watch the snow. Gilbert was wearing his unnecessarily long ski hat with the German colors patterned on the fabric. Like a cat, Ivan would play with the gold pom-pom at the tip of it, also using it as an ‘excuse’ to pinch Gilbert’s ass from time to time. He and his brother had a matching pair although Gilbert was the only one who actually wore it.

‘Will you stop with the groping?’

‘I’m just playing with your pom-pom. You know I have sensory issues.’

‘Pfft. You want more stew? There’s only a little bit left. We can split it between us.’

‘Mm…I’m not hungry, you can have it.’

‘Are you sure?’ Ivan nodded and dropped the pom-pom so Gilbert could get up. He always made sure Gilbert had more to eat than him even though he was still hungry. He didn’t want Gilbert’s blood sugar to drop.

‘I may just snag a cookie or two later on.’ Ivan said and watched his lover finish off the stew and put the bowl in the sink.

When Gilbert came back to the couch, Ivan took the comforter and wrapped it tightly around them. Silently they watched the snowfall outside for a while until it was clear the power was not going to back on any time soon. The only thing left to do was go to bed and sleep the cold away. They remained in their full dress, spooning into one another for extra warmth. Ivan loved when they slept together like this for Gilbert’s body molded perfectly against his own. He leaned his head over to kiss Gilbert’s cheek.

‘Why do you stay with me?’ Ivan asked softly.

‘Seriously? You’re going to ask me that this time of night?’ Ivan nuzzled the pale hair.

‘I’m just wondering, that’s all. You don’t have to stay here in these conditions…you have a nice place to go to.’ Never did Gilbert ever say ‘I love you’ to Ivan for it wasn’t ‘manly’ to do so. Ivan would say it on occasion when he would be watching Gilbert doing something that struck him to speak it.

‘Yes, I do have a nice place to go to. It’s warm and well insulated with up to date electricity and safe conditions. Yet I would rather stay here with you…and that should say enough right there, jackass. You want me to spurt sonnets at you too?’ he said with a hint of sarcasm but Ivan didn’t care. His response was only to pull Gilbert closer to him. ‘Now go to sleep. We have some ass-kicking to do tomorrow. A couple of guys need my foot up their ass.’

Ivan closed his eyes and inhaled Gilbert’s scent, snuggling comfortably into him. When he opened his eyes again he saw the bullet wound on the side of Gilbert’s head and he jumped up. That jumped startled him awake.

“Hey, wake up!” Came a voice from above. Ivan, panting heavily with shock, looked up to see two guards at the door. “You’re time is up.” The guard threw down a rope ladder for Ivan to climb up and out of the pit. He was still a little shaky from the memory but once the light snow hit his face he came back to reality. “You okay?”

“Um…yeah. Yeah, I am. Where’s Gilbert?”

“That’s Master Gilbert to you.” Scolded the other guard. “He is with his brother but he leaves orders for you to continue your training. You’d be wise to obey.” After the memory of Gilbert’s death and bullet wound Ivan was willing to do anything the albino said.

A few days had passed without Ivan being able to see Gilbert and he was starting to get worried. He was told that the man was off doing some errand work for the townspeople along with a few other clerics. Ludwig had given strict orders that Ivan was to stay at the church and continue training when he really just wanted to be with Gilbert. The wool tunic he was wearing was currently itching him and he wondered if he was allergic to the material. He had already mastered the fighting techniques of this world, which had surprised almost everyone.

True, Ivan had never been on a medieval battlefield or fought massive monsters but he was still able to save himself in a group gang attack. Armed with only his fists, strength, endurance, pain tolerance, and his pipe he was indestructible. He had to personally show many of the young trainees here what he meant by street fighting. Ivan had earned another reputation here as the ‘Manic Champion’ and was feared. Everyone avoided him at mealtime and it was like his middle school lunchroom all over again, sitting alone at the table.

“MASTER GILBERT RETURNS!” Came a call from the watchtower and Ivan became giddy with excitement.

He dashed through the snow, running around the castle to one of the walls. The stairs were slightly narrower for his size and he stumbled a few times but made it to the top. He looked over the wall to see Gilbert in his red robes on horseback with Ebony perched on his shoulder. Ivan watched while the drawbridge was lowered and the iron gate lifted to allow him entrance. Ivan hurried back down the steps to greet his soon-to-be lover at the courtyard gate. As Gilbert rode in he spotted Ivan and smirked.

“Still kicking? I thought you’d be dead with exhaustion by now.”

“Hardly. I have surpassed all your basic trainees and earned a new title of ‘Manic Champion’!” Gilbert stopped his horse to gaze down at him.

“In just a couple of days?” Ivan nodded.

“Yup! I’ve even been invited to Feliciano’s birthday celebration tonight! You’ve come back just in time.”

“It was an easy mission and I’m just awesome with timing.” He jumped off from his horse and let the stable boy take it from him. Another animal handle carefully took Ebony from him as well.

“I’m glad you’re back safe.” Ivan said to him and brought the man into a crushing hug.

“Hey, hey, ease up you big ox!” He shoved him away. “You’re not allowed to put your hands on me in public.” He looked around before leaning in to whisper. “In private is different.” Ivan’s eyes sparkled and he suddenly felt the urge to grovel before him and kiss his boots. He was so deprived of sex that not even masturbation was helping anymore. “What’s with that look? You look like you’re ready to eat my face!”

“May I in private?” Gilbert laughed and slapped him on the back.

“We’ll see. Come on let’s find you some decent clothes fit for a royal party!”

“I’ve never been to a royal party before! I’m not much for social gatherings but I think I can handle it. One way to find out!”

There was much Ivan had to learn about a royal party before he was allowed to enter the feasting hall. Currently, all he could do was peek in and observe the surroundings. Ludwig, Feliciano, Gilbert, and Kiku were all seated at the head table. Their table consisted of a roasted game bird and a suckling pig. Surrounding the tabletop appeared to be bowls of various other goods. There was one chair empty next to Gilbert and he hoped it was for him. He was being announced as the ‘champion’, after all. Ludwig was still skeptical but his two lapdogs seem to think other wise. Everyone was adorned in their best medieval attire more or less resembling the King Arthur style of dress. At least that’s what it looked like to him based on his knowledge of the time period. Ludwig was in a hunter green color, Feli in light blue and Kiku in purple. His Gilbert was dressed all in white and Ivan’s mouth began to drool. How he wanted him.

“Sir Ivan!” Ivan looked over to the court official that said his name. “You are nearly ready to be announced into the feasting hall. This is what you are to do. Once I introduce you, you are to walk down the middle towards our king and bow to him. Once the king acknowledges you with a nod you may take your seat next to Master Gilbert.” ‘Score!’ Ivan said to himself. “Please write on this scroll how you would like me to announce you. Be sure to include any other names or titles you may have in your world and a very short introduction.”

“Um…okay.” Ivan took the quill handed to him and with some difficulty he wrote down his name and bio. The man took the scroll and entered the feasting hall, remaining by the door. Ivan stood just outside the doorframe and waited to be announced.

“Presenting our champion from another world! Tsar Ivan Elvis Fancypants-Braginski!” Ivan bit his bottom lip to contain his laughter. No one had to know the secret fun he was having with all this. “He hails from mighty empire of Russia! Enjoys long walks in sunflower fields and hopes to marry Prince Harry!” The official looked a tad bit confused but Ivan walked in with his head held high.

Everyone stared at him as he walked down the way and bowed before Ludwig. Ludwig kept a straight face but nodded his head in greeting. Gilbert waved him over and Ivan could feel Ludwig’s eyes on him until he sat down. Gilbert leaned over to whisper to him.

“You never told me you had so many names.”

“I made most of them up. I’m simply Ivan Braginski. Elvis was a singer in my world and before you ask who ‘Harry’ is I will tell you. He’s a prince in another country in my world. His brother has just gotten married so everyone is competing for him. I thought it was appropriate for this atmosphere as well.” Gilbert just looked at him and then laughed.

“That’s awesome! I won’t tell anybody, I promise! That’s something I would do too!”

Ivan just smiled and took some food onto his plate to begin eating. He was served wine, which he drank but didn’t particularly care for. Vodka was his choice of alcohol. The food was delicious and held a type of barbeque style taste to it. The hall was decorated with tapestries and ribbons, just screaming ‘Feliciano style’. Bright colors everywhere and over the top decorations. Same Feliciano.

“So this party is nice. My first royal party.” Ivan said to Gilbert.

“Yeah, they’re a bit boring but Feli hired a minstrel group and there will be dancing soon.”

“Ah…I don’t dance. I have no rhythm.” Gilbert scoffed.

“Everyone has rhythm! You just have to know how to find it! Look, we have some very easy ‘noble’ dancing we’ll be doing tonight and any idiot can follow. You’ll do fine.”

“Well…I’ll give it a shot but I can’t promise anything. Are Antonio and Francis here?”

“No, they got caught at the door. Francis tried to chat up one of the noble ladies and blew their cover.”

“Ah, I see. So to change subjects, does your brother approve enough of me now? I am sitting here beside you at the royal table. That must mean something.”

“Don’t get your hopes up yet. You have Feli and Kiku to thank that you’re even sitting up here at all. But to answer your question truthfully, Ludwig has seemed to accept you as a possible champion for our world. You may be able to save us.” Ivan smiled brightly.

“Well, if that’s the case…” Ivan leaned over Gilbert and called to Ludwig. “King Ludwig!” Ludwig turned him with a flat look.

“What is it?”

“I believe I’ve proven my worth quite enough recently and I ask permission to ask your brother out. Um, I mean, I would like to ‘court’ your brother.”

“What!?” Ludwig shouted.

“What?” Gilbert questioned in surprise.

“Out of the question!” Ludwig answered firmly. “Gilbert is not to be courted by anyone, much less a man from another world.”

“But you courted Feliciano! Why can’t I court a man? I don’t believe in all that ‘Gilbert is a demon’ nonsense. He is a man like any of us here.”

“Ivan, stand down.” Gilbert looked at him sternly. “Now is not the time and I need to accept your permission to court me. But in the end it is really up to Ludwig.”

“My answer is ‘no’.” Ludwig said and Ivan frowned darkly. “Regardless of what you believe I happen to have my brother’s best interest in mind and would seek a more suitable person for him to wed. An oddity like you is out of the question.”

“And what if your big brother says ‘yes’ to me wanting to court him?”

“He won’t because he knows I will not accept. My word is law here, not Gilbert’s.” Gilbert narrowed his eyes at them both.

“Hello?! I’m sitting RIGHT HERE!”

“Gilbert, you know what my answer will be and you will respect it. I’m not doing this to be cruel. I don’t even want you entertaining the thought. This discussion is done.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, Ludwig!” Gilbert sneered at him and then turned to Ivan. “Good work, shithead! Now you’ve pissed him off!”

“I’m sorry but at least I asked permission first. I’m sure if you only spoke to your brother how much you wanted me to court you I’m sure he would say ‘yes’.”

“But I don’t want to be courted, Ivan!” Gilbert hissed at him and Ivan frowned sadly this time. Gilbert’s features seemed to soften when he saw Ivan’s emotions. “You’re…the first person who has asked to court me…why? Is it because of your old ‘Gilbert’ in your world? Am I a replacement for him?”

“No, you aren’t a replacement. You are merely my second chance at making things right with you. You are still my Gilbert and I will continue to chase after you until I own all of you once again. I still don’t know what all this is or how I really came to be here but the one thing I know is that my lover is sitting right here next to me. My lover whom I cried over and kissed ice-cold lips while he lay in a coffin…never knew I was even there. Our living space was so empty and lonely without you there. I kept everything of yours just the way it was…so in some small hope it would feel like you were still there. But now you are here…and I only wish to love you once more. This is my chance to make things right and do everything differently. If only you understood where I was coming from…”

Gilbert stared at him with sorrowfully pink eyes and gently took his hand under the table. He felt Ivan squeeze his hand and could sense the pure sadness within those violet eyes. Ivan wasn’t lying about these feelings for this other ‘Gilbert’. He obviously had loved him and Gilbert had never known any kind of real love. Love between his family, yes, but never with a lover. He could feel his heartbeat quickening and remembered their almost sex moment in his chambers. Ivan’s passion had been true and it made his body ache once again with wanton lust. Ivan was the only one who didn’t seem to believe that Gilbert had a hidden demon within him and still sought after him knowing that. Gilbert was tempted to give Ivan a chance…even if he did had to go behind his brother’s back.

“I will consider it.” Gilbert whispered and Ivan’s face lit up. “But don’t let anyone know just yet! This doesn’t mean you can claim me but I would like to…see what you have to offer to win my heart. Think of it as a game.”

“A game I intend to win.” Ivan smiled at him. “If only I had your brother’s blessing to court you…he has some nerve saying a man can’t court you when he can court Feli.” Gilbert glanced over to them to make sure they weren’t watching before whispering.

“They never courted. There is quite a story behind how they came to be, and it’s not a pleasant one.” Ivan blinked with mild curiosity.

“Do tell.”

“Well, it all started a year and a half ago during a royal celebration over the defeat of a dragon. Ludwig had killed one that threatened his royal city. So he, all his men, and myself paraded through the city streets and so on and so forth. They stop at a tavern where Feliciano currently worked as a serving wench. I enjoy referring to him as that, so bear with me. Ludwig had had so many beers that he was drunk off not just the liquid but victory and power as well. Feliciano, the oblivious dipshit that he is, caught Ludwig’s eye and he wanted him. Feli refused him and attempted to run away.

So of course Ludwig had his men block all the exits so he couldn’t get away. That’s when Ludwig seized control and forced himself on Feliciano right there in front of everyone. I tried to stop it but Ludwig’s word was law and I was already in trouble enough. I wasn’t going to lay my sanity on the line for some nobody.” Ivan didn’t look surprised.

“He can be quite a different person when he drunk.”

“Exactly. So after he was done we all left the tavern and headed home. The next morning, I told Ludwig of what he had done and he was mortified. He had no recollection of doing it. So being the nobleman he is, he took some of his men back to the tavern to apologize to Feliciano for robbing him of his innocence and humiliating him front of everyone.”

“Obviously Feliciano forgave him, for he his glued to Ludwig’s arm like a leech.” Gilbert scoffed.

“Feli’s dumb as a stump and I don’t think he even knew what a penis was or how it worked until that night. I never understood it, though. Falling in love with your rapist should be out of the social norm but I can’t see Feliciano as a gold digger either. I don’t think he’s swift enough. And I think Ludwig only stays with Feliciano like this because he feels completely guilty for what he’s done.” Ivan drank some more wine and shook his head.

“No, they love each other.”

“How can you tell?”

“Because they are also together in my world. Maybe these two haven’t fully reached that point yet but trust me they will love each other. Feli I can see is already in love with Ludwig but it will take your brother a bit longer to realize it himself. But the love is there. Feliciano is one of a kind but we just don’t know what kind. Stranger things have happened.” Gilbert nodded.

“You’re right. You know, after hearing you say that I can see now that Ludwig has developed deeper feelings for Feli. I mean if killing people who say something about the rape or morally judge Feli isn’t dedication then I don’t know what is.”

“Ludwig does that?” Ivan asked with a chuckle.

“Doesn’t even leave room for apology. But people are stupid. They should know that Feliciano will be Ludwig’s queen eventually. How’s the food?”

“Very good! I’m eating you out of house and home, though.” Ivan said proudly.

“Don’t weigh yourself down too much with food! We still have some dancing to do.”

“Dancing?” Ivan frowned when he saw the minstrel band getting ready to play. “Oh no…” People started gathering on the dance floor, including Ludwig and Feliciano. Gilbert stood up and tugged on Ivan’s sleeve.

“Let’s go!”

“B-But…I don’t know how!”

“Just shut your ass and follow me. You can watch them first and then you’ll see how easy it is.”

Ivan gulped but let Gilbert lead him to the dance floor. They stood on the side as everyone gathered in a circle, alternating between men and women. The music began and the group began their dance, stepping this way and that way. The men would lift the women briefly and then the same dance routine would continue.

“See, I told you it’s easy! Watch…two steps to the left, two steps to the right, two steps to the left, two steps to the right, step left six times, lift the lady, and continue until you’re back with who you started with. Now let’s join in!”

Ivan ‘eeped’ but let Gilbert pull him into the circle. He didn’t like not being next to Gilbert and he had to hold the hand of some middle-aged woman. It took a few mess ups before Ivan memorized the dance and it wasn’t as bad as he had thought. He nearly tossed one thin young lady into the man next to her and whispered he was sorry. After that he feared the next woman would accidently be tossed over his head. He had forgotten how fragile women could be. He didn’t grip the next small one’s waist enough as she jumped and he dropped her. He was trying to be gentle but only succeeded in making her stumble. She was able to catch herself on her feet but landed him a slap before storming out of the circle. Ivan could hear Gilbert laughing as he ducked out from the circle, slightly embarrassed and rubbing his stinging cheek. Gilbert eventually joined him.

“Making it with the ladies, huh?”

“Oh, yes. I’m just a heartbreaker.” Ivan said flatly. “I rather just slow dance with you.”

“Slow dance? Oh, you mean just swaying back and forth…” Gilbert looked over at Ludwig who was focusing on the dance. “Come here.” Gilbert took Ivan’s hand and guided to a hidden spot under the steps. “You can dance with me here.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Ivan.

“Are you teasing me again?” Ivan asked with a grin.

“I might be. But then again, I may not. I’ll leave you to do all the wondering.”

“You know we may get caught and then your brother will flip his lid.”

“Eh, we’ll deal with that if it happens.” He took Ivan’s arms and wrapped them around his waist. “I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier…about how much you missed your other Gilbert…and it just sounded so sincere.”

“That’s because it was.” Ivan replied and pulled him close. “My old Gilbert was my everything…I realize that now. We didn’t use sweet words all the time…the both of us just knew how we felt for each other. And we would treat ourselves to nice things every so often. I want all that again…I want it all with you…because you are still that Gilbert.”

Gilbert looked at him, still unsure of how much of himself he wanted to give to this man. He wouldn’t give him everything, not yet. Against his brother’s wishes, Gilbert whispered that he would let Ivan court him secretly. The other man’s response was to crush his lips in a kiss, nearly knocking their teeth together. Ivan’s mouth engulfed his and the tongue was only a second behind. Gilbert felt like Ivan was sucking the life out of him with his head bent painfully back as the tongue probed deeper. His gloved hands gripped the back of Ivan’s velvet tunic and held on to him tightly. He was unsure of just what to do so he let Ivan take the lead.

Gilbert felt his back hit the far wall and Ivan’s body press up against his. Ivan started to dry hump their groins together, the hot friction causing Gilbert to moan into his mouth. He could feel Ivan’s cock swelling with blood and pressing painfully hard into his own semi-hard erection. Ivan lifted him off the ground so he could slide his concealed cock under Gilbert’s vital regions. Gilbert pulled away to moan as the head of Ivan’s cock stroked its way along his underside through the pants. The material was becoming too tight and Gilbert found himself pushing his pants down to allow full contact. He was letting his body control his thoughts.

Ivan growled into Gilbert’s neck and let his hands drop down to fill the soft skin of his hips. His fingers pushed the pants further down. He used his free hand to shuffle himself out of his own uncomfortable leggings so his erection could spring to freedom. He immediately rubbed his cock against Gilbert’s own, making the pink eyed man shudder and groan at the contact. Ivan snuck his other hand around to Gilbert’s backside and found his entrance, applying pressure with two fingers yet not penetrating him. Gilbert’s eyes flew open and his head lifted to the sky, letting out a choked gasp of surprise. Ivan felt his body try to press the fingers inside but he wouldn’t let it happen. He would need to ignite Gilbert’s passion and desire first before they could move any further.

Gilbert was writhing and moaning in his arms, trying desperately to impale himself on the fingers. His voice whispered ‘more’ without his control and Ivan spun him around, shoving his chest up against the wall. Pink eyes flung open again as two of Ivan’s fingers wiggled their way inside. He gasped in slight pain at the forced entrance, feeling his muscles spasm with trying to push the foreign digit out. The thick fingers spread and massaged his inner muscles, turning his hissing moans into groans of pleasure. Even though it felt good and his body cried out for more, he knew it was going to far and he wasn’t ready.

“Stop, Ivan…”

“I can’t. I fucking can’t! Do you know how sexy you are right now?” Ivan’s voice dropped in tone beside his ear, nipping at the lobe. I want to fuck you until you can hardly stand! Make you become one with me…just like how it used to be. My love…my Gilbert…my snow bunny…” Gilbert found himself blushing and felt his erection twist with the promise of more but he just couldn’t.

“Please stop! Not like this! It should be done in secret! Who knows what will happen! Please Ivan!” He couldn’t believe he was begging like a helpless child but at the moment he was flushed and confused. “STOP!” He hissed out and elbowed Ivan in the rib.

“Fuck!” Ivan hissed and backed away from him. “Gilbert…!” Gilbert turned his body around to look at him with lust filled eyes laden with sadness.

“I-I’m sorry, Ivan…I’m sorry! Things got carried away and…and I’m just not ready. Not like this…” Ivan glared at him, his panting heavy and his arousal still standing fully erect. “Did you do it like this with your first Gilbert? Huh? Did you?!” Ivan calmed down for a moment at those words spoken. Yes, indeed he had just taken Gilbert randomly that night in Ludwig’s room. Gilbert had seemed to regret it for a short while but quickly got over it. Ivan vowed he would do things differently this time around and he would keep those vows. He took a deep breath and fixed his pants.

“I did…yes. I got…I just got carried away. Put yourself in my shoes, Gilbert. My lover, whom I cherished, was taken from me. Half of his head was blown off. The wound was gushing blood and those beautiful pink eyes were wide and unseeing. He didn’t even know what hit him! One moment the street was in front of him the next, darkness! I don’t even remember what happened, how I got him to the hospital or when he died! I was kept from his funeral and couldn’t stay for his wake! Everything I had with him was taken from me in a mere second! We used to make love all the time and enjoy each other’s company afterwards! I thought I would never have that again…to share such intimate and passionate moments with the person you love more than anything in the world. Don’t you think I might be just a little fucking irritable when you stop me in the middle of near sex?”

“Ivan…calm down!” Gilbert was shocked by his sudden outburst. “I was enjoying what we were doing but…it was just going too far to soon! My brother is right behind these walls and he would burn you at the stake if he caught what you were doing to me! It just…has to be done at a private time…” Gilbert said with a slight flush and Ivan seemed to calm himself once again.

“Are you serious about that, Gilbert? I can…I can claim you?”

“…yes but, you have to court me properly. I can’t just give in to you. And I don’t want anything super girly or fluffy. Just…I don’t know! Just do something to win me over and shut my brother up!”

“Then I suppose I should ask. When is our next private ‘meeting’?” Gilbert walked up to him and whispered.

“Meet me in the catacombs beneath the church floors. There is a secret floor door, which leads to the catacombs. You will find it behind the altar. Take a torch with you…and that’s where you will find me.”

“Catacombs? As in…where there are dead bodies?”

“Yes. No one will think to look for us there. Are you afraid of the dead?” Ivan smirked.

“I fear very little. But I fear the living more than the dead. The dead can’t hurt you.”

“True. But there we can talk in private and…get to know each other more. Don’t let anyone see you. Right after the party is over. I’ll be waiting.” With that, Gilbert quickly left their little spot and disappeared into the party.

Ivan just stood there, dumbfounded and horny. There was no way he could go back to the party with a hard-on so he would have to make a detour. Masturbation was the only option now. He couldn’t hold off for the catacombs, if anything sexual was even going to happen. He had to find a secluded place and made his way back to the church. The church was completely empty since everyone was at the birthday celebration. ‘Good, now I can take care of myself.’ Ivan said to himself and rubbed himself through his pants.

‘Ivan…’ Ivan froze when he heard his name called. He looked around but saw no one. ‘Ivan…’ The voice was sultry and oddly familiar.

“Gilbert?” he failed to see the shadowy figure standing behind him at the church entrance. He turned again but the figure leapt out of sight.

‘Ivan…’

“Who the hell is that?” He heard footsteps at one of the archways and a shadow cast along the wall. A playful chuckle could be heard and Ivan dashed over to the intruder. “WHO’S THERE?!” He looked around the doorframe but saw no one. The hall was dark and he could hear those same footsteps skipping away. He readied his fists and followed after the foot falls.

‘Ivan…’ That wasn’t Gilbert’s voice but it still seemed awfully familiar. A light appeared up ahead of him from a slightly opened door. He knew the chamber was one of the extra empty beds. Slowly, he made his way over to the door and opened it. What he saw made his heart stop and his eyes widen in shock.

“Alfred? W-What the…” Alfred was lounging back on the bed in his tight black leggings and tunic. His wings were tucked safely underneath him and the black ram horns struck Ivan as strange. “What the hell are you?”

“I’m a demon of course. Your demon.” He chuckled softly, letting his tail sway lazily back and forth on the bed. “I sense a lot of sexual tension within you…I can fix that, you know. I would be more than happy to.” Ivan glared at him.

“No. I screwed up once. I won’t do it again.”

“But what does your throbbing erection say? I bet it is telling you something different now.”

“I have somewhere to…be…” Ivan stared at Alfred as the demon’s claw reached down between his legs and gently tore the fabric to expose his already lubed up entrance.

“You’d rather be here with me. Come on…it won’t take long. Just a little fun.”

Alfred ushered him over and as if in a trance, Ivan walked over to the bed and covered Alfred’s body with his own. He could feel his heart beating in his ears and his breathing coming in fast pants. He knew this was wrong but his cock was screaming for sex and release with a more than willing Alfred demon beneath him. Like any man, his cock was leading the way. He flipped the demon over onto his knees and grabbed the horns in both hands, jerking his head back. Alfred hissed and swats his tail at him but Ivan paid it no mind. With a solid thrust he was buried to the hilt inside the demon and he threw his head back at the much-needed sensation around his cock. The ram horns were the perfect set of handles for this position.

In the catacombs, Gilbert waited patiently for Ivan to show up. The minutes drug on and on until his torch was nearly burned down to the bottom. ‘Why isn’t he coming? Did something happen? Did Ludwig find out?’ He didn’t want to leave in case Ivan came but he had waited long enough. With a sigh, he walked back up the steps and left the catacombs. The church was still silent and replacing torches, he decided to search for Ivan. He was still dressed in his white robes but he had removed his cloak. The sounds of pleasured cries echoed in the hall and he raised a curious eyebrow. Sometimes the clerics would sneak in prostitutes and Gilbert loved nothing more than catching them in the act. Smirking, he tip-toed his way towards the sounds and found an ajar chamber door with a light coming from it. Gilbert slowly opened the door and dropped the torch to the floor.

End Chapter 4 TBC

*** Evil, evil cliffies. I’m a horrible person, I know. ^ J ^ What’s going to happen now? *suspense* I will update as soon as I can! I promise! R&R! Feed the hungry writers! <3
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