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Fallen Embers	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 4
- 5
***Warnings: language, violence, yaoi, angst

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

How far we are from morning.

How far we are

And the stars shining through the darkness,

Falling in the air.- 'Fallen Embers'-Enya

Chapter 4

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" Alfred shouted when he first laid eyes on the large shadow form behind him. It looked like a person, but had no other distinguishing features other than shape and red eyes. Alfred felt his whole body turn rigid with fright, bottom lip quivering and teeth chattering. "Please don't eat me!"

The form flew high into the sky before beginning to soar down towards him like a bird. Alfred screamed in pure terror and clenched his eyes shut, holding on tightly to the statue. The rumbling beneath his feet forced him to open his eyes, and when he did, he saw that the ground had opened. Something leapt out from the crack and floated in front of him. Alfred just stared at the grayish form as it took a defensive stance, almost like it was protecting him. The form flying at him had stopped and backed away slowly. The other form flew towards it, leaving Alfred now open for any attack. "HEY! DON'T LEAVE MEEEE!"

Speech escaped him when his eyes looked up at the two strange forms fighting in the sky. It reminded Alfred of an action movie, with ghosts. Unlike those movies, however, this was REAL and he couldn't avert his eyes from the scene. The form in gray was winning, it would appear. But what came next stunned him into fearful silence. The gray form had latched their hands onto the shadow and ripped it open from the chest. The blood, organs, and bones that spilled to the snow had him completely hypnotized. His whole body was numb with shock and fear.

Looking upon the pile of blood and bone, Alfred noticed that it had started to slowly turn to ash. The particles were taken away by the wind and not a trace of the shadow was left. Alfred gulped and felt himself look upward into the sky; in the same direction as Ivan's statue. His breath caught in his throat as the form floated down to him, slowly coming closer into view. Alfred nearly fell off of the statue when he laid eyes upon the face of the gray form. "I-Ivan?"

'My Alfred!' Ivan stopped when he was eye level with his Light, staring straight into the sweet blue eyes. 'My Light…my Alfred. Oh, how long I have waited for this moment! The moment when I would see you again!' Ivan reached out to touch him, but Alfred screamed and toppled from his body statue.

"GET AWAY FROM ME! GHOST! IT'S A GHOST!" Alfred scrambled in the heavy snow to try and run.

'No! No Light! I mean- Alfred! No Alfred! I'm not a ghost!'

"Floating form? Transparent body? YOU'RE A GHOST!" Alfred covered his eyes. "Go away! Go away!"

'A 'ghost'?' Ivan looked upon the trembling form of his ancient lover, feeling his heart break at the sight of him so frightened. 'No, Alfred! I'm not a ghost! It's me! Me! Your Ivan!'

Alfred slowly uncovered his eyes to look at the ghost that now stood by the statue. He looked upon both forms, transparent and stone. His heart stopped when he saw the identical similarity of the ghost and Ivan. They were the same! The ghost floating next to the statue was Ivan. They were both Ivan. Suddenly, Alfred felt his fear melt away when he looked into the solid purple eyes of the ghost; of Ivan. The eyes were the only part of Ivan that was colored. Without a second thought, Alfred stood up from the snow, stared intently at the ghost, and moved forward.

Ivan smiled and floated down to be at the other's eyelevel again. 'Please, do not fear me. There is no reason for it. I would never hurt you; my light and my love.'

"Love?" Alfred searched the gray transparent face. "What do you mean by 'love'?"

Ivan sighed softly. 'Do you not remember me? Even after seeing me, you still don't remember me?"

Alfred shook his head. "Who are you? Are you really…Ivan?"

Ivan looked away sadly, placing a hand on the hollow spot where his heart used to be. 'I do not have a name…or if I did, I have long since forgotten it. 'Ivan' is the name you've given me,' he turned back to Alfred 'so I am accepting it. I am 'Ivan' from now on.'

"You don't…remember your own name?"

Ivan shook his head. 'I used to wonder if I ever really had one.'

"W-What about your family?"

'Family?'

"Yes, family." Alfred stepped closer to him, no longer feeling afraid. "Don't you have a family?"

Ivan looked down at the snow, trying to think of an answer. But then realized fully that he was back in the human world; his world. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the familiar winter air. Looking up, he noticed the stars in the sky and the clouded moon. It had been thousands of years since he had last seen the earth like this. Finally he was out of that hellhole and back on earth with his reborn beloved. Ivan returned to smiling sweetly at Alfred. 'I'm just…so happy to be back in the living world again.'

"So you are a ghost?" Alfred said with a gasp.

'I am not a ghost,' Ivan said softly 'I am a prisoner.'

"A prisoner? A prisoner to what? What did you do? Something bad?" Alfred gulped when he saw the forlorn appearance on Ivan's face change to rage.

'I did NOTHING 'bad'! They took you away from me! They didn't want us to be together, so they ripped you from my embrace and tore you in half! Right before my eyes they killed you, shoved a blade of light through your chest! Your body exploded into embers, which trickled from the sky and littered themselves upon me. I swore to kill and destroy all the gods whom did you harm! That thing was one of them, but I killed it to protect you!'

Alfred looked at the spot where the shadow body had fallen, seeing nothing now but pure white snow. "To protect me? But why?" Alfred looked at him. "Who are you, Ivan? What are you? Are you a ghost? A phantom? A god? An…an angel?"

Ivan's ghostly form smiled. 'I'm not an angel. I never was and I never will be. But you; you are an angel, Alfred. A Sun Angel.'

"An angel? Me?" Alfred never gave much thought to 'God' and his 'angels'. His fathers never took him to church or said much about religion, but Alfred knew about it through the media. But there was too much going on in his head right now to think of anything logical. Currently, there was a ghost in front of him that had brutally killed a shadow monster and saying they were in love. 'This is just like a comic book or a movie.'

'Yes Alfred, you. Centuries ago, you were an angel. A beautiful, warm, and gentle loving angel. Always laughing…always cheerful and full of hope. I swear you spread happiness wherever you went.' Ivan did not want to tell Alfred to much to soon. He feared the more information he gave about their relationship, the less likely Alfred was to believe him. The man did not remember him at all, yet Ivan had fallen into that long sleep with his feelings still the same. He could see that Alfred needed more time, as much as it pained to realize so.

"If this is true…then I have so much to ask you." Alfred couldn't believe how calm he was at the moment. Just the sight of a ghost on television would make him jump out of his skin, but there was a real one in front of him now…and he was fine. In fact, he even wanted to bring Ivan back with him and continue their conversation. His curiosity had outweighed the fear. "It's too cold here. Come back with me, to the base."

Ivan tilted his head a bit and tapped his lip. 'Base? What is this base? Is that your home?'

"Eh, kinda. It's like a-" he wasn't sure how to explain it to an ancient ghost. 'it's like REALLY BIG stone teepee."

'Teepee?'

"Look, nevermind. Just follow me back, and don't let anyone see you, either." 'I can't believe it! I'm talking to a ghost and I'm not scared or crazy! Ha! If only dad were here to see this!'

'I will follow you anywhere, Alfred.'

"Really?" Alfred smiled at the ghost. "Well…then…uh, come with me. Follow me."

What was going to happen when he returned to the base with a ghost floating behind him? For one, no one would bother him anymore. Seeing as how Ivan destroyed that shadow thing, Alfred would bet his entire candy stash the ancient being could do the same to the other soldiers. Also, could Ivan be the answer to all the strange feelings he's had since stumbling upon the statue? Was it Ivan he was feeling all that time? Maybe Ivan would have an answer to why he's always had those strange past life dreams. Talking to a ghost had to have some advantages. 'Oh wait, he probably doesn't know anything about this time period.' Alfred said to himself. 'Just like in the comics! I will have to teach him!'

Ivan floated closely behind Alfred, watching the area around them for enemies. Should any dare to show themselves, Ivan would be feasting upon their flesh. The thought of it made his mouth water, his nipples grow tight, and his cock swell with excitement. He had been asleep and isolated for far too long. Those old gods had been able to wander the world while he lay in cold iron chains beneath the earth. He imagined their celestial bodies splattered all along the snowy ground, torn apart by his own mortal hands. Even now, Ivan did not know why the gods feared him so. All he knew was that mortals could not kill gods, and yet he could. He could destroy them with only the swing of an axe or a grip of his hands. Oh, what he would do to those old angels if he were able to catch one. Ivan grinned manically when he thought about how he would torture the cruel beings. He would hold them down in chains and slowly burn their wings to ashes while they screamed and begged for mercy. He would then remove the bones from their body, starting with the legs and moving upwards. Dismembering each one would be too merciful in his mind. Each one deserved to suffer, over and over again. He would torture them to the bring of death and then nurse them better, only to repeat the process.

They would all pay for murdering his beloved. All of them. Not one shadow would have a bone in their body or a beating heart in their chest.

/

'What…in the world…is that?' Ivan stared wide-eyed at the large structure in front of him. He had never seen anything like it ever! 'Man can make this? This…large…rock?'

Alfred looked at him and laughed. "That's funny, bro! I forgot you're from the old old old OLD days! This is a military base.'

'Military?' Ivan questioned. 'What is that?'

Alfred scratched the back of his head. "Um…well, the best thing I can say is that it's a big house for fighters to live in. We make weapons to protect or hurt others." Ivan looked shocked and Alfred raised a brow.

'My Light is a warrior? My angel fights? No, no! That cannot be! My angel is soft and sweet, kind. Caring. He spreads peace and happiness wherever he goes! He doesn't hurt others unless truly provoked!'

"I am kind of like that, though! I don't really believe in war, but…it's get them before they get us. I don't fight; not yet. I help to make the weapons and see if they work. Then I give them to the fighters." Ivan smiled at that, and Alfred felt better.

'That is better. My angel should never have to kill. That's my purpose in this life.' He grinned.

"Okay. That's a bit…creepy…but let's go inside! Come on!"

Alfred led the ghost inside, past the guards, and into the main halls. He glanced back to see Ivan twisting and twirling around as he gazed at all the architecture. Alfred knew this must be a cultural shock to the ghost, seeing how things had gone from tiny stone houses (he assumed) to gigantic buildings. It was strange, having a ghost following him around; but this was Ivan, an old friend and lover. Or so he was told. Alfred remembers nothing of that time, nor did he know HOW to remember it. The only thing he knows is this: Ivan is a familiar friend that gives him comfort and peace in this place. That is how he feels when with the ghost.

When they came to his room, Alfred opened the door and let Ivan float in first. He noticed the ghost looking all around in awe and surprise. Ivan looked at every single object in his dorm with curiosity; it was almost comical. Being a ghost, Ivan couldn't touch anything even though he tried. Alfred had to lock the door behind them and hoped no one would come by to disturb him. "So…I guess all this must be strange to you?"

'It is strange! Look at all these…these…things?' Ivan stared at the poster of the model above the bed. 'That's a woman.'

Alfred chuckled. "I would hope so! Yup, that's a lovely lady, alright! Her name is 'Mandy', and she's an All-America bombshell!"

Ivan looked at him. 'Does she not get cold in such little clothing?' Alfred slapped a hand to his face and laughed loudly. Ivan just tilted his head, confused. 'Did I miss a jest?'

"Dude, she's not outside dressed like that in the snow! She's outside on a warm day or in a 'house'." Ivan wouldn't know 'studio'.

'So you…like women?' Ivan floated over to him.

"Well…yeah, for the most part. I mean, boobs are just…you know.' Alfred made a squeezing motion with his hands against his chest.

Ivan smiled. 'Soft?'

Alfred grinned. "Yeah. We'll keep it at that."

Ivan smiled and Alfred saw him look over at the dresser where there sat a photo of his family. Ivan went over to it and stared curiously at the photo.

'That is you…but who are these people? Who are these men?'

"Oh, well, that's my brother, Mattie." He pointed to Matthew. "Those two guys are my dads, or fathers. That's my papa, Francis, and my dad, Arthur. They are my mother and father, basically." Alfred gulped when he saw the massively large toothy grin of Ivan as the ghost stared at him.

'Men have babies now? Oh Alfred, let's make a baby!'

"WHOA! WHOA, BACK IT UP, BRO! MEN DON'T MAKE BABIES!" he scratched the back of his head. "Unless the Japanese come up with something. But really, men don't have babies, they can't."

'But then…how do you have two fathers?'

"Oh boy." Alfred slapped a hand to his face. "Well, some men like to…be with each other. Like getting married." He peeked at Ivan who was showing full interest in this. "And…well…since men can't have babies together, they adopt…or 'find' babies that no one wants, and takes them to raise as their own. My two dads did that. No one wanted me and my brother, so my dads took us and raised us. I bet that is strange to you, huh? Since you never had a family?"

'A family?' Ivan knew he recognized the word and its meaning. Looking at the photo again, he tried to think about his family, if he had one. It had been so long since he had fallen asleep; everything but Alfred was forgotten.

"Did you have a mother? Someone who gave birth to you? You must have. You had to have had a dad or else you couldn't be created. Did you have any brothers? Or sisters?"

'Sisters?' Ivan looked at him.

"Yeah. Sisters. You know, girls. Women. I had a brother, a man. Did you have sisters?"

'Sisters…' he thought, then repeated 'sisters.' Suddenly, Alfred's words had all made sense, and awakened memories that were long since gone from his heart and mind. He remembered his eldest sister, whom he loved more than anything, torn apart by large, ravenous wolves. His youngest sister, who depended on him fully, became feverish and died. He had left his eldest sister to freeze in the snow, and his youngest under a pile of rocks. How could he have forgotten them?

"Ivan? Are you alright? What's wrong?" Alfred looked at him, then gasped when he saw bloody tears fall from Ivan's purple eyes. "Ivan! You're bleeding!" He was creeped out.

Ivan didn't seem to care. His whole body was aching with sorrow and despair for the lost of his sisters, something he had forgotten. They meant everything to him, so why did he forget them? What was WRONG with him? 'They're dead…both of them…my sisters! Dead and gone!'

Alfred took a hesitant step towards him. "How did they die?"

Ivan's eyes were wide as he spoke. "I was a young man. I walked into my home to find a village hunter having his way with my eldest sister. In a rage, I took my hunting axe and chopped him to bits! I split his skull and back, killing him. It was less than what he deserved. My mother and father were gone…I didn't know where they went or where they were. I was…banished from my tribe…with my two sisters. I was punished for trying to protect her. They both died. I couldn't protect them without the strength of a tribe. My eldest sister was killed by wolves…my youngest, killed by a fever. I couldn't bury my eldest…the ground was cold. I buried my youngest though; under rocks. I couldn't protect them…just like I couldn't protect you!' He turned to Alfred. 'I was too weak to save you then! I had no power over the gods and angels! I was merely a human man! A mortal!'

Alfred gave an uncomfortable smile, unsure of what he should do or how he should act. "Ivan…don't be so sad now. I'm right here and I'm all better. I'm not helpless either! I beat up guys all the time! I'm not a delicate angel."

Ivan wiped at his eyes. 'You will always be my angel.'

That made Alfred smile a bit. His papa always said things like that to him, while his dad found it harder to do so. He would get hugs and the ruffling of hair from his dad, but that's all. But those words coming from Ivan touched him further than his papa's words. "I…wish I could remember more, Ivan. I just…don't. I have many dreams about myself in different lives, though. You are never in them." Alfred sat on the bed and stared at Ivan, who looked all forlorn again.

'I don't expect to be. That was part of your punishment…and mine. You see…the gods and angels cursed you after they killed you. They wanted you to suffer each time you were reborn into the world. I was left to die but-' Ivan chose not to say anything about the God of Winter 'but I was put to sleep to await your rebirth…when you would find the statue. Now the forces of the old heavens are trying to kill you because we've found each other. I don't know why…but I'm here to protect you from them. They will not touch you ever again.' Ivan's voice had turned firm.

"You…love me that much to wait for such a long time?" Ivan nodded. Alfred blushed, feeling himself growing all giddy like a teenage girl. He must really be gay. "I think…no, I KNOW that's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me."

'Don't be scared, Alfred. I won't let them kill you. I will not let you be reborn again and have to wait a thousand some years to see you again. I will tear a hole in the heavens before that happens!'

Alfred blinked, and then looked down at his snow boots. "So…all those dreams I've had…really ARE past lives?" So he wasn't crazy or strange. His dreams were memories of his past lives. This life now was just the most current one. And if he was made to suffer and die in each lifetime, then he feared he knew where his death would come from in this one. There was a chance he could still be shipped off to fight in the war. He could be shot and killed; or captured and tortured to death. What else could his fate be? In each dream he was always fairly young, or at the age he is now. That thought terrified him. He knew there was always the chance of dying when going into war, but with what he knows NOW, his death is set.

'Alfred, my angel, why do you look so scared?' Ivan asked him. 'I am here to protect you.'

"But you can only kill the shadow people…you can't kill REAL people who will try and kill me."

'Yet I will try.' Ivan promised him. 'I swear it. I will kill anyone who tries to harm you.' He saw Alfred yawn. 'You are tired, yes?'

"A bit. It is really late and…and a lot of things have happened today." He gave a shy smile at Ivan. "Meeting you…finding out about my past lives…learning I am an angel…?" Alfred started to take his boots off. "Sometimes I fear this is a dream, and when I wake, you'll be gone."

'I will be here all night long and never leave you. I will watch over you and protect you.'

Alfred smiled at him. "You can be my guardian angel!"

'I can never be an angel.' Ivan lowered his head while Alfred got into bed.

"Well, I don't care. You're my guardian angel because I said so!" He took off his glasses. "I hope you are here when I wake up."

'I swear it to you. I will be. Sleep well, my angel.'

Alfred yawned again and shifted in the bed, pulling the covers up tightly around him. He closed his eyes with a smile, feeling safe, happy, and secure with Ivan's presence. There was no stress, no fear, and no wandering thoughts. Sometimes Alfred's mind tended to wander when trying to sleep, and it would keep him awake. But he fell asleep easily and peacefully.

Ivan stared at the sleeping form of his beloved on the bed. Just like in their lifetime, he would watch Alfred sleep and admire his beauty. Alfred was still a sleeping angel; with a tiny smile, perfect lashes, and smooth, soft skin. Ivan would stroke the soft cheek, marveling at the smooth skin. When Alfred slept as an angel, his softness and warmth would intensify in such a strange manner. And when his angel would wake up, Ivan couldn't keep his hands off of him. 'So soft and warm…always warm.' Ivan stood above Alfred's sleeping form, reaching his hand down to stroke the cheek. However, his hand went right through Alfred's face, and he could feel nothing. He tried again and again, growing more desperate with each try. He started to panic and become enraged by his inability to touch his angel after so long. 'More punishment! More suffering for me! The God of Winter is cruel to me.'

Ivan let his form fall to the floor even though he could not feel it. Tears welled in his eyes, and the blood continued to fall. He held out his hands and let the blood drip upon them. This was just another form of his pain and suffering. His hands will forever be covered in blood; the blood of his beloved and of his enemies. The God of Winter would have made sure of this. Ivan let himself cry his bloody tears, feeling the ache and sorrow in his heart that was not there. He had hoped such dreadful feelings would be lost to him with the absence of his heart; and yet he felt everything. 'I want to touch him. I want to feel his warmth and the softness of his skin.' Ivan looked up at the ceiling, but his gaze was towards the heavens. 'Why must I always suffer because I loved?'

Feeling hopeless, Ivan let his mind wander and they led him to a memory. He closed his eyes and remembered the day when he and his angel had first made love among the green, flower covered fields.

'It's a lovely day.' Light said to Snow as they sat side by side on the grass.

'That's because you are here.' Snow replied, nuzzling the other's ear with his nose. Light laughed happily and pushed him away.

'What have I told you about that big nose of yours?'

Snow smiled and kissed Light's cheek. 'I've forgotten.'

'Oh, you're just a big bear!' Light laughed again and stretched his body, spreading his wings. 'I grow tired, but the day is so beautiful! I don't want to let it end!' He lay back against the grass and sighed. 'Even the breeze is gentle.'

Snow stood up. 'Wait right here! Don't move!' He hurried off and quickly came back with a bouquet of sunflowers. 'For you, my angel.'

Light sat up and took the flowers from him, giving a soft, sweet smile. 'I don't need gifts, Snow. Having you around is more than enough.' He lay back down on the grass, holding the flowers near his face. 'They smell good, these sunflowers.'

Snow laid down next to him on his back, both looking at the other. Purple eyes stared lovingly into blue. 'I love you, Light. I may be a warrior who doesn't remember who they are…but I know I love you more than anything else in this world.'

Blue eyes closed for a moment, and then opened. 'I so glad I found you, Snow. Your voice was crying for me…and I'm glad I could heal your hurt.'

Snow rolled over and pressed his lips to Light's warm ones. Light kissed back, letting a glowing hand thread through silver hair. Snow moaned at the touch, and let his own hand begin to wander along Light's thinly clothed body. When his hand rest low on the long leg and slide upwards under the tunic, Light's hand pushed it out.

'No, Snow. We can't.' He said with a blush.

'Why can't we? We love each other.'

'But…' Light looked uncertain 'but I fear we will get in trouble for this.'

Snow chuckled. 'Punished for being in love? I doubt that will happen.' He let his hand slide up Light's thigh again, quicker this time, so it could rest on the other's hip. Light let out a gasp of surprise and blushed further. 'See? It feels good, yes?'

'It does…but still-' he tired to push Snow's hand out again, but this time it remained. 'Snow…'

'Let me mate you.' His tone was soft, but firm. He rolled his body so it was laying atop of Light's, holding the other in place. Light tried to push him off, but Snow used his knees to keep the long legs apart while pressing his member against the other's groin. Light let out a pleasured gasp and turned red with embarrassment. 'It will hurt at first, but will get better. I want to mate you and make you mine. Say you want this too.'

Light looked hesitant, and Snow feared his love would say 'no'. If he did, then he would have to obey the angel's wishes. Yet when warm lips kissed his own and slim hips lifted to press their groins closer together, Snow had his answer. He wanted to see Light's body naked, so he helped the other sit up and grip the bottom of the white tunic. Light blushed and tried to hold the tunic down, but with a quick kiss from him, the other removed his hands. Slowly, Snow lifted the tunic up and over Light's head to reveal glowing skin. Light's tunic caught on his wings, but the other just tossed them to the side. Now his angel was sitting on his knees and fully naked before him. Snow let his eyes wander of the celestial body, seeing no marks, blemishes, or hair. Nothing but warm, smooth skin.

'Now you.' Light said in a whisper. Snow had no issue undressing, and he did so quickly. However, as he knelt naked in front of Light, Snow was suddenly aware of his more hearty skin and old scars. Light's body was perfect in every way. His was solid to help survive in the cold; and his scars came from fights. Even his hands were lined with rough skin. This was the first time he felt self-conscience. 'I will wear my top for this if my body disgusts you.'

'Why would it disgust me?' Light asked him, reaching out to touch one of the scars. 'Mortals have a very difficult life on earth. I know that. This is the first time I've been naked in front of someone that wasn't a fellow deity…and I've also never seen a bare mortal.' Light blushed and Snow smiled.

'This is our first time in a lot of things, it would seem.' Snow leaned over and pulled Light into a hug, feeling the warmth of the other. 'So warm and soft…' his hands traveled along the spine 'always warm.'

Light wrapped his own arms around Snow's broad shoulders. 'Take all my warmth. It's yours.'

Snow gently lowered Light to the ground, letting their lips meet once again. His hands wandered over the soft warm body, while his mouth explored the long neck. Light was moaning softly and writhing beneath him, which succeeded in making Snow's cock swell against the smooth thigh. He could feel Light's own erection growing against his belly, so his beloved was enjoying himself. Snow couldn't stop touching and kissing the angel's body; he craved all of it, wanting to devour it. Light's warmth and love was for him, no other.

'Be more gentle, please.' Light whispered to him, but Snow barely listened. His lust to possess the other was stronger than thought. He wanted Light and he wanted him now. 'Ah! Snow?' He had pressed a finger inside of Light, groaning deeply and shuddering at the tight heat. Light gave a little whine and arched, trying to get comfortable. Snow looked at the pleading blue eyes, slightly moist with tears. 'Snow…?'

'I'm sorry.' He leaned over and kissed him. 'Bear it for me now, okay?'

Light clenched his eyes shut as he felt another finger press into him to join the first. His lower half felt stretched beyond its point, and it was beginning to hurt. Snow's rough fingers scratched the inner walls slightly, and while the feeling gave a bit of sensation, it was frightening him more. But when the fingers pressed in further, Light felt his body explode with pleasure when something inside him was struck. His back arched and he cried out. Snow's fingers did it again, and the same sensation was nonetheless pleasurable. His cheeks flushed pink and he spread his legs wider for the other. 'Snow! That felt so good!'

'It will feel better, I swear it.' Snow knew he should stretch his angel more, but the need to claim him was stronger. With gentle caresses and kisses, Snow pressed the tip of his cock at Light's entrance. He watched the other's face slowly change from surprise to pain as he started pressing inside. Snow kissed the tears away while his length was encased in almost painfully tight heat. Light's body fought to keep the foreign invader out, but Snow would only press in harder. He knew it was hurting his angel, but it would only be until the inner muscles could properly accommodate him. 'So warm…and tight…!' Snow knew what heaven was now; it was Light.

'S-Snow…! It hurts! You're heavy! AH!' Light's eyes widened when Snow gave a hard thrust into him and settled the rest of the way in his body. His body trembled as the inner pain continued to make his muscles throb. It was hard to breath now that Snow's body was pressed heavily upon him. Light's legs were trembling while they were spread wide, and his hands had been laced with Snow's fingers. Snow's length was so far in him that it felt like it had reached his lower belly. 'Snow…'

'I love you, Light. My angel…my warmth…my everything. Forgive me.' Snow lifted himself up and pulled out slightly, but gave a soft thrust inside. Light gasped and moaned against him, staring into his purple eyes. Snow kept their gaze locked as his movements sped up, his whole body rocking against Light's.

'More…!' Light suddenly shouted with a gasp. 'Right there! Do that again!'

'My angel!' Snow's thrusts were faster now, sliding easily in and out of the angel's warmth. The entrance was slick with his precum and Light's innocent blood. Now Snow's entire body was warm and content. This angel was his and his alone.

'Don't stop…please…I want more!' Light begged and wrapped his golden wings around Snow. He felt the other give a deep groan of delight as the warm wings surrounded them. It urged the other to thrust harder and faster. Light let his voice be heard as he cried out in pleasure and writhed in ecstasy. Snow's length inside of him was now a welcomed girth, and then the pain was gone. 'I love you, Snow!'

'I love you! My Light!'

Snow had to pull out and flip the angel over, settling the warm body onto hands and knees. He shoved himself quickly inside and his angel cried out happily, those golden wings spreading out straight. Snow gripped the warm hip and started a rough, fast pace that bounced the other on and off of him. He could see Light's hand digging into the grass as the angel begged for more. Snow moaned and pulled out fully, only to press Light's body fully down onto his belly. Light tried to look back at him, but he let his weight press the other down. Using his knees again, he spread Light's legs apart and carefully started to press back into the welcoming heat. Light gave a throaty moan and let their fingers entwine again. Snow started a series of slow but deep thrusts, using his mouth to kiss and bite at the long neck. Light's cries of pleasure were growing more desperate as completion was reaching him. Snow pulled out again and flipped him onto his back, wanting to see Light's face as he came from the first time.

'Finish off with me.' Snow slammed back in, ripping a loud cry from Light's throat before the heavy thrusting started. 'Finish with me…explode against me!' With his thrusts and Light's growing cries, he knew the end was near. Light let out a shuddering cry and arched his back as he came, gasping for breath. Snow was almost done and kept up the pace, only now his motions were jerky; seeking his own pleasure. With a few more deep, hearty thrusts, Snow stilled himself inside of Light and growled in pleasure as he exploded into the other. He let his seed coat the inner muscles until he pulled out and let the remains drip onto Light's belly. Light was panting, flushed pink, and stretching his fingers along his belly. Light's other hand, Snow saw, went to his hole now slick with cum and blood. 'Now you are mine.'

'Snow…' Light moaned 'I love you.'

'I love you more.' He kissed him deeply. 'My angel.'

'He is innocent in body once again.' Ivan said to himself, turning to glance at Alfred's sleeping form. 'Such a beauty…I'd give anything to touch him again.' Ivan sensed something in the room and stood up, looking around. At the window, he spotted a shadow being staring back at him. The shadow's eyes glowed red, and Ivan's eyes turned the same color. His own red eyes focused on the shadow being. 'What are you doing here?' His voice was deep and dark as he floated closer to the fearless shadow. 'Look at what your kind has become.' He smirked.

The shadow reached its arm through to grab at him, but Ivan pulled out his axe and chopped the hand off. The being moved away from the window as its hand burst into flame then disappeared. Ivan leapt through the window and followed the shadow, catching up with it almost immediately. He reached out and gripped its throat, delighting in the shrieks it gave as it tried to get away. 'Disgusting creatures! All of you! I will kill each and every one of you! Limb by limb!' Ivan's swing of the axe struck the shadow's leg, chopping the whole thing off. The shadow shrieked loudly and fell to the snow, yet made no dent. Desperately, it tried to slither away but Ivan's boot slammed down onto its head. 'Your kind will pay for his death tenfold!'

Ivan's rage took flight, and the killing of the shadow being began. With his axe, he brought the blade down numerous times into the shadow's chest, hacking it open. Ivan grinned madly as his hands reached into the open chest cavity and ripped out the black heart inside. With no strength at all, Ivan crushed the heart in his hand, watching it burst into flames. The shadow was still alive, writhing helpless in the snow. Yet the being's suffering was not over yet. Each one would pay dearly for Alfred's pain as well as his own suffering. Like an animal, Ivan's hands ripped through the black ghostly flesh and tore out the bones, letting them litter the snow. He left no bone unbroken or inside the shadow's body. The bones, however, did not turn to ash. Instead, the ground would open and the would fall into a dark hole. Ivan knew that was the work of the God of Winter. Ivan promised that he would make the god a throne out of the bones of old angels. The shadow beneath him was still alive, but it was slowly dying.

Ivan, kneeling above it, turned his hate-filled red eyes up to the stars where he knew the other angels and gods were watching. 'Let this scene be a warning to you all. If you continue to try and kill my Sun Angel…I will rip open a hole in your heaven so deep the skies will bleed. And your reign, though little, will be over.'

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