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Decadence Escaping
By : FlayraDowitcher
Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers
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Chapter 5

“F-Fighter? Excuse me…fighter?” Ivan awoke to a gentle shaking of his shoulder and a soft voice. “Fighter?”

“Hmm?” He turned his head to see one of the servant girls.

“Y-You should be here. It’s morning. Our overseer will be coming soon. You must leave!” She whispered. Ivan nodded and stood up, looking down at his sleeping lover. He stroked the bangs from Alfred’s face and away a few sweat droplets. “Please hurry…we’ll all be in trouble if you’re found here.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

Ivan leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek before he snuck out of the kitchen and back into the courtyard. The slaves were already rising from their own beds and preparing for the day. Some were hanging laundry while others gathered tools or baskets. The overseers were up as well and making their rounds. Ivan would have to do his best to avoid their abuse for his back was still in tremendous pain. Sleeping half bent over like he did with Alfred was a mistake but it was one worth making. Alfred was in bad shape and Ivan did not want to leave him. His Alfred wasn’t used to that type of heavy abuse all at once. The best thing his sweet could do now was rest and build up his strength. Hopefully Winter would be locked up one more day so both he and Alfred did not have worry.

Ivan’s stomach growled loudly and he rubbed the bandage area with his hand. Alfred had done a good job on the wrapping for it had yet to come loose. But he couldn’t ignore his stomach and missing a meal was a deadly sin. Slowly, he walked over to the food stand and stood in line, trying to ignore his back. It hurt to stand and all he could think about was getting his food and sitting on the bench. He would not start working until the head master came and gave him his orders. The head master may want him to keep resting so he can be prepared for the breeding and fighting that was coming his way.

Fighting was easy but the breeding ritual nonsense would be the most difficult for him. He’d been with women before but these women would be slaves and most likely crying their eyes out for what they had to do. Ivan would have to figure something out for when he would have to sleep with them since there was nothing arousing about a crying woman. It would remind him of his sisters on that fateful and he could never imagine what could have happened to them, although, in the back of his mind he had a fairly good idea. He had to shake the thought away from his mind before he lost his composure and broke his clay bowl. At least breakfast was pieces of beef hide today and not cooked goose. The beef smelled delicious and he licked his lips as he painfully took his seat at bench. As he chewed on the tough meat he briefly thought back to the breeding situation and supposed he could think of Alfred instead. Getting out of it would prove impossible and they would all get beaten when the masters found out ‘nothing’ was done. Oh well, he’d think about it more after breakfast.

“WHOOPS!” Came an obnoxious voice as his clay bowl was knocked from his hands and shattered on the ground, spilling its delicious contents everywhere. Ivan just stared at the spoiled food and then slowly turned his head upwards to see Abian smiling at him. “But it’s your own fault, Cycraian! You shouldn’t have been in my way.” Ivan glared at him. “Oh ho! Check out the glare! Pissed off because you got your ass beat to a pulp?”

“Screaming like a girl is the perfect personality for you.” Laughed Dica. “Hey, you want some ‘salt’ to go with your food?” The man slapped him on the back and Ivan hissed as the pain traveled through his body. “That’s what you get for fucking the Master’s whore!” Ivan glared at him then turned back to Abian when the man rests his foot up on the bench beside him. He rests his arm casually on his knee.

“Are you that stupid that you don’t know how LOW you are in the food chain here? You’re status is so low that you’re not even allowed to fuck the master’s whore! He’s got more status than you!” Ivan’s shoulders tensed up.

“Word around the courtyard is that you and Alfie have a little thing goin’! What’s it like to fill that pert little ass, hm? Give me some detail so I can jack off later!” Ivan’s fists clenched.

“What’s his favorite position? Oh wait, I can guess! You’re an ‘on all fours’ man, just like your goats and sheep and whatever other animals you slept with in those mountains! You like your human partners the same way, don’t you?”

Ivan snapped and his hand shot out to Abian’s exposed groin, squeezing his balls and twisting them. Abian screamed at the top of his lungs and reached down to grab at Ivan’s wrist. Dica was too shocked at the sudden violence before him and that gave Ivan time to send his other fist slamming into the man’s nose. Ivan grinned when he heard the sickening crack of Dica’s nose breaking while his fist still gripped the other’s balls. Abian had fallen to the ground as his body was completely paralyzed with pain. Ivan grinned madly down at the man and lifted his foot to push against his windpipe. Dica was still holding his nose as the blood gushed through his fingers and splattered loudly on the dirt.

“I also learned how to castrate animals with my bare hands!” Ivan said with the same grin and he would not let go until some of the guards came rushing over.

“HANDS OFF, SLAVE! CEASE!” The guards pointed their spearheads at him and Ivan turned his grin into a happy smile before letting Abian go. The man squealed and whined as he curled up into a ball. “DON’T MOVE!” Ivan put his hands up and smiled.

“They started it.” He said softly but he was ignored as one of the guards took his hands and shackled them behind his back.

“Head Master will want to hear of this. Now walk, slave!”

Ivan kept his smile as he walked his way to the palace, not at all frightened by the spearheads pointed at his back. Those bastards had gotten what they deserved. He soon found himself on his knees in the main room where his master was pacing back and forth as Ivan’s crimes were spoken. Ivan respectfully kept his head bowed like a dutiful slave. He was waiting for his master to speak and when he finally did, the tone was surprisingly calm.

“You know, I’m not angry at the fact you attacked those two. I get many complaints about them from guests and merchant traders, plus they can be very lazy! Those two were on their way out anyway, so be grateful that.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“However, I’m starting to get a tad bit annoyed with how things have become recently. I run a very clean establishment here. I consider myself a merciful slave master and a gracious host and I’ve always kept order. Yet recently, chaos has been reeking havoc all over my home! Decadence, that’s all I can say! This nonsense between you, Winter, and Alfred has got to stop. Now, how are we going to fix this? Am I to sell Alfred so I can have order again?” Ivan’s head shot up to look at him.

“N-No Master! Please, don’t sell Alfred!”

“Hmm? Why not? He seems to be the cause of all the problems around here. Do even ask if you can be sold along with him so you can stay together. I won’t ever let you go. Ever.” Sardar rubbed the top of Ivan’s head, as if he were a dog. “Whores are a coin a dozen but you…there are only so few gifted fighters in this world and I own one. You’re not going anywhere.” He smirked.

“Then don’t sell Alfred.” Sardar frowned. “You sell Alfred and I’ll kill myself.” He stared at his master. “Then you would have lost two important things to you.”

“Listen, slave! You don’t speak to your master like that! Your master tells YOU what he plans to do! Not the other way around! Do you understand me?” He hollered at Ivan who never wavered.

“You know I would do it too.”

“Ivan, you know full well that Alfred belongs to Winter in all manners sexual. I don’t care if the two of you fuck like rabbits but he does. Granted, I’m not pleased with him at the moment but he does run a tight ship and keeps all the slaves in line…except for you. Now, because you’re already beaten and you have important jobs coming up, I am going to let you off with a warning. Cause trouble one more time and I won’t be as lenient, go it?”

“Yes master.”

“You make me a lot of money so I can’t loose you. Consider yourself very lucky.”

“I do, master.”

“Fine. Now learn to control yourself. No more resting, either. If you were able to attack those two men then you are able to work. I need that carriage fixed so go help the builders. Take him there.” He ordered the guards and once again Ivan was escorted to the courtyard.

Ivan had been fully surprised with how easy he got off after the attack and the wise comment. Sardar must really be depending on him for the upcoming events: sex and fighting. What a combination. At the moment he couldn’t think of that combination because he was unshackled and shoved towards the busted wagon. He was not looking forward to hamming pegs and carrying wood, not with his back the way it was. They others working on it would make him haul the wood anyway. However, he was told to work on the broken axel instead. Ivan took his mallet hammer and slowly sat on the ground, hissing at the pain it brought from his back. The axel bit had to be pounded out of the wheel first so he set to work on doing just that. Ivan was working at the axel for quite a while until a shadow loomed over him.

“Little lamb.” He knew the voice as Winter’s, which meant that he was let out of his confinement. The name he called him made him twitch. “That’s the name I used to call you when you first came here. ‘Little lamb’.” ‘Why is he bringing this up?’ Ivan thought to himself but he refused to look at him. “You were a tall, skinny little thing on two legs, trembling as he nearly pissed himself right there at the front gate.” Ivan froze in his work for a moment and then went back to it.

“Why are you bringing this up?” He asked flatly.

“Well, I never had children of my own and when you came here I decided to adopt you as mine.” Winter snickered. “You know, it’s true what they say, that children grow up to disappoint their parents, who give them every opportunity in their power to help them succeed.”

“So I’ve disappointed you?” Ivan asked flatly.

“In more ways than one.”

“And what does this have to do with anything?” Winter chuckled.

“Do you know what you would have been if I didn’t stand up for you? You have me to thank for making you a warrior instead of letting you become a prostitute.” Ivan looked up at him, staring at him flatly. Winter smirked down at him and put his hands on his hips. “It’s true. Master Sadar already had your advertisement wording thought out for clients! I believe it was ‘Come Taste the Snow Without the Frostbite’. Or was it ‘fuck’, not ‘taste’?” Ivan growled softly in throat. “Anyway, he would have made a lot of money off you if you WERE a prostitute. Do you know how much perverted men would pay for a mountain boy like you? Especially one with hair and eyes such as yours?”

“I don’t care to know.”

“Lots of coins. You’re exotic compared to many people in this city. Where do you think you’d be right now if I haven’t fought for you to become a fighter and not a prostitute?” Ivan shrugged his shoulders. “You’d have died of some disease. Alfred is a clean whore because he’s only really fucked me, Master Sardar, and maybe one or two rich clients. No one else…well, except for you.” He said the last part with distain. “But by now, your body would have been filled with sexual diseases and you’d be dead. Be thankful I saved you from that.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have died. Maybe I would have been picked up by a rich client and covered in jewels.” Winter snorted. “And I fail to see how fighting for my life in a ring for the pleasure of others is any better than lying back on a bed with my legs open for the same reason.”

“Hmph. As a fighter, you have dignity and are respected. More so than a simple prostitute.”

“Well…I don’t think Alfred has any less morale or dignity than I do. If anything he has much more…and I respect him for it. So your little heartfelt chat, ‘father’, has had no effect. But before you get mad, look at it as how well you trained me.”

“You sound just like him. Just like Alfred, with all that high and mighty talk. I was hoping this little reminder would help you keep your hands off of what is mine. Those long stems he walks on- are mine. The curve of that lower back as it arches in pleasure- is mine. Those nails that claw at the back- are mine. That delightful, silky smooth neck- is mine. That tight little ass- is mine. Get the picture, ‘son’?” Ivan’s breathing had increased dramatically with every short sentence Winter spoke to him about Alfred. He could control his fists but not his mouth.

“I don’t need your warning…in your own sick mind you own Alfred but you know deep down he hates you. He only enjoys the sex with you because he has no choice so he makes it easier for himself. He says what you want him to say but he doesn’t mean it. He thinks of me while he fucking you. So in a way, I’m not hurt by your harsh words, ‘father’, for I know who Alfred really belongs to.” He heard him growl darkly and was expecting a blow of some kind but none came. Winter must have learned his lesson.

“He IS mine!”

“Alfred is a free spirit he belongs to no one.”

“That’s what you get for buying educated slaves.” Winter grumbled, referring to Alfred. “He should be thinking about dick and not philosophy.”

“He has higher standards than you.”

“You should really, REALLY watch your tone. You won’t always be needed for your little ‘odd jobs’ and I will take you over my knee like the spoiled brat you are!” He kicked dirt at Ivan before he stormed off, his rag-like cape flowing behind him. Ivan watched him go with an angry frown before turning back to fixing the axel. It had actually felt good to speak his mind and counter every word that Winter spat at him. Alfred really had been wearing off on him and he felt himself smile for his first very own achievement.

Alfred groaned as he awoke from a drug-like sleep, his body still heavy with pain from the beating. He slowly opened his eyes to find himself not in the servant quarters but rather in the dungeon of the house. Alfred gasped as he was brought back to full cognitive thought and made the connection. This was his postponed punishment! Sardar said that he would punish him later and it looks like he meant it. Why else would he be in the dungeon and chained from the ceiling? He looked up at the iron shackles on his crossed wrists, connecting to a chain that hung from the ceiling. Alfred gulped, wondering what Sardar had planned to do to him. But he had to be strong and try his very best not to show any fear that would give Sardar satisfaction.

“Master Sardar, he’s awake.” Came a voice from the dimly lit room.

“Good, it’s about time.” Alfred saw Sardar and another man come into view of the torchlight. “That fever really had you knocked out.” He chuckled. “The apothecary gave you some medicine so it’s gone now. And it’s time for your punishment.” Alfred shivered at the masochist smile on the man’s face.

“Would you like me to hold him still for you, Master?” Asked the other man.

“Yes, please do.” Sardar walked away while the other man knelt in front of Alfred and wrapped his arms around his legs, holding painfully tight. Alfred hissed at the pressure and tried to turn his head to see where Sardar had gone. He heard the man come up behind him and Alfred felt something warm near his back. Sardar leaned over his shoulder to speak softly in his ear. “It’s high time I mark you as one of my true slaves of Nazun house. You see, Ivan and Winter are just so captivated with you that they have turned on each other and even started causing trouble for my house. I can’t have that, Alfred. So I am going to teach them a lesson through you. Every time they fuck up or cause trouble, I will punish YOU instead. Not only are you being punished for your previous troubles but now you are paying for theirs as well.”

“Master…please-“

“You will tell them my little message because if not, you will be hanging here again for disobeying my orders.”

“Yes sir…”

“Hold him tight.”

A second after those words were spoken, something long and hot was pressed flat against Alfred’s back. The searing of his skin made his eyes widen and his scream fill the room. The man held his legs tight as he struggled in his binds. The iron rod was pulled from him, leaving a straight, dark red smoking burn on his back. Alfred gasped and sputtered, coughing on his own saliva. The pain was excruciating but he managed to fight back his tears.

“Oh come now, it wasn’t that bad? It was only a light touch of the rod! You’ll be bending your back in no time. And not to worry. I’ll have the apothecary treat this burn as soon as we are finished. I want both Ivan and Winter to think of me, who REALLY owns you, every time they see this burn on your back. This will also help to keep YOU on track and well behaved. I could tell you didn’t like it.” He chuckled again and Alfred heard the iron rod hitting the stone floor.

“M-Master…”

“Hush. I didn’t say you could talk. We just have one more little thing to get through, then you will be on your way to soothing burn relief.” He snapped his fingers and the man went behind Alfred this time, wrapping his arms around his chest and hooking one leg with his own.

“N-Now what?” Alfred started to panic as he watched Sardar disappear behind them. The sounds seemed to be more iron scraping together. His body began to tremble when he heard the footsteps approaching closer and closer. Sardar came around the front and he was holding another hot iron, this one with the Nazun house symbol imprinted on the end. Alfred’s eyes widened as he looked at the sizzling orange glowing ‘N’ with a line through the middle. “M-Master…please…!”

“Nonsense! I have to show everyone that you came from Nazun house. And this way, you will never forget or owned you and broke you. It will forever tattoo your skin. I can still sell you to my clients for gold for all they really want is this mouth and that ass. Oh, and won’t Winter and Ivan be surprised when they see it?” Alfred did not have time to prepare himself as he was branded with the ‘N’ between his hipbone and belly button on the right side. He let out another pained scream as his flesh melted and stung, his lithe body trembling helplessly against the man’s strong hold. “There, all done!” The man let him go and Alfred hung loosely in the binds, panting heavily as he tried to endure the pain.

“Master, shall I call the apothecary now?”

“Yes, please do. Our little lover here does have a client in a day or two.” When the man left Sardar roughly gripped Alfred’s chin and forced him to look up. “Even in pain you are still so alluring.” Alfred watched with pained eyes as Sardar walked behind him and grasped his hips. His eyes widened for he knew what Sardar was planning. “I just can’t help myself…this little body twitching and dancing in pain…aching for some pleasure to join it. I love it.” Alfred felt the bile rise up in his throat as he heard Sardar spit into his palm to coat himself for entry. Between that and the pain from the burns Alfred could not hold it in and he threw up on the floor. “Tsk, tsk, now that’s now very alluring. Oh well, I suppose there are worse things.”

Alfred squeezed his eyes shut as he was entered from behind. The burn on his lower back was set ablaze again as it was bent to accommodate Sardar’s thrusts. He felt the tears sting at his eyes for the miserable situation he was in. It was making him sick to feel Sardar’s smaller cock inside of him while his front and back ached with the burns. He could just see the abuse he would get from Winter when he saw the said burns, for no matter what, it would end up being HIS fault and not Sardar’s. And Ivan. ‘Ivan…’ Alfred said to himself, imagining the saddened, pained look on Ivan’s face when he would lay eyes on the burn marks. Ivan held brutal scars and Alfred now held burns, together they would have more than one painful memory to share between them. ‘Ivan…we have to get out of here…’ Alfred closed his eyes and blocked out the thrusting and pain as best he could, picturing their little cabin in his head.

He was looking out the cabin front window, watching for Ivan to return from a hunt. He saw Ivan coming down the way with a boar slung over his shoulders. Alfred would run out to greet him, kissing him madly, just to welcome him home safe and sound. They would eat the fresh meat by the fire while the snow fell lightly outside. They would lie in their bed and make love to the lulling sounds of the wolves howling in the distance. In the morning they would rise with the eagles and hawks, their calls echoing through the mountain air. They would go fishing in a stream while watching a bear catch at fish. They would sit and weave clothing together. Ivan would share stories of his gods and spirits while they sat on the cabin porch in each other’s arms. They would grow old together and die together in their little cabin of freedom. ‘Freedom…’ Alfred smiled softly. ‘Yes…freedom will make all of that come true.’ He never even realized that Sardar had finished and came inside of him, too lost in his own thoughts to care. ‘Don’t worry, Ivan…I’ll get us there…I’ll get us to that little cabin in the mountains…just wait and see…I’ll have the hope for us both…’ That was the last thought on his mind before his vision went black.

‘Where am I?’ Ivan asked himself as he looked around the dark woods he was currently stranded in. ‘What am I doing here? This must be a dream…’ Ivan walked through the woods, looking around for anything familiar. The woods were just dark and empty with a cold wind blowing through. Ivan took his scarf from around his waist and wrapped it around his neck, immediately feeling the warmth combat the chilling wind. ‘Just like home…’ Ivan smiled as he rubbed the worn material between his fingers. ‘Mother…father…sisters…where have you gone? I’m lonely…’ Ivan brought the end of the scarf up to his face and inhaled the imaginary scents there. ‘I don’t know where I’m going…I’m lost…mother? Big sister? Father? Where are you? I’m scared…’ He felt so small among the tall trees, just like the time he got lost in the sunflower field when he was young.

‘Ivan? Ivan, where are you?’ He heard his mother’s voice calling.

‘I’m here, mommy! I’m here!’ His small form pushed through the towering stems, following the comforting sound of his mother’s voice.

‘Mother left me.’ Ivan said as he found himself in the woods again. ‘Mother and Father deserted us.’ Ivan sighed and continued on his walk through the unknown forest. Why his parents left him and his sisters he’ll never know. ‘Cowards.’ He said to himself. Ivan looked up and froze in his steps as he saw a white buffalo standing in his path. ‘Are you a god?’

‘Do you think I am?’ The buffalo asked in a soft voice, a mix of male and female tones.

‘No, I don’t. Gods don’t exist. They are visions made up by man to answer questions they have no real logical answers to. If you were a god, as I was raised to believe, then you would have stampeded through our village to destroy the empire soldiers…saving your followers.’

‘Perhaps that was your destiny.’ The buffalo answered.

‘To live as a slave and suffer my whole life? To watch my village burn to the ground…to hear those screams…to see those soldiers riding on their war horses…!’ He held his head. ‘YOU ARE NO GOD! YOU’RE AN EMPTY HOPE!’

‘Stay where you are, little warrior, for you will be rewarded in time.’ The buffalo stopped its hoof and a path appeared, bright as the rising sun. Ivan had to blink his eyes a few times to get them used to the shine.

‘I don’t listen to false gods and childish hopes.’ Ivan said firmly. ‘Go to your mindless followers, White God, for they believe in you.’ The buffalo snorted and turned from him, walking down the shining path. ‘Foolish hopes and dreams…’

‘Ivan.’ He heard Alfred’s voice from the dark woods and he looked for him.

‘Alfred? Alfred, my sweet! Where are you?’

‘Here.’ Ivan looked ahead of him and saw a large black wolf standing beside a gray path. The path was moaning and swaying from side to side. The red eyes of the wolf bore into his violet ones and Ivan could not bring himself to look away. ‘I’m right here, Ivan.’

‘Ghost…demon…whatever you are…you are treading on dangerous grounds!’ Ivan glared at the black wolf. ‘You speak with the voice of my lover but I know you are not.’ Ivan looked at the gray path that was still swaying and moaning in agony.

‘I am your lover. I am your Alfred.’ The Dark Wolf spoke to him and Ivan glared.

‘You are NOT my lover! My Alfred is pure and-‘

‘And strong.’ The wolf replied. ‘This is our path to freedom. It is full of uncertainties and dangers…but we are willing to take it! Together!’

‘Alfred…I will follow you…into the Dark Wolf’s mouth if need be…’

‘Then come with me, my love.’ The wolf spoke. ‘Our path with open for us soon!’ Ivan stared at the gray path that moaned and trembled in what could only be fear. ‘Together we will escape. Together we will gain our freedom! Together we will make a new life for ourselves!’

‘That path…is unstable…’ Ivan said in a whisper.

‘It is the only path for us. I will take it alone if you will not go with me. I will have my freedom or die trying!’ Ivan stared at the black wolf as its red eyes began to glow.

‘I was always told to stay away from the Dark Wolf.’

‘But I thought you didn’t believe in gods.’ Ivan gasped softly. ‘Will you take this path with me? Or will you stay here and wait for something to happen? You must act now, my love, for you never know what may lurk ahead. Take this chance with me or be forever lost in your Hell.’ Ivan just stood there, staring at the Dark Wolf that spoke with his lover’s voice. ‘Very well. You’ve made your choice.’ The Dark Wolf turned away from him and started down the gray path.

‘No! Wait! Wait for me, Alfred!’ Ivan ran after the Dark Wolf, stepping onto the gray path. The path moaned and swayed at his weight but Ivan balanced himself. ‘Alfred! Wait! You’re going to fast! WAIT!’ Ivan reached out for the Dark Wolf who kept walking on the path. The path began to crumble and the Dark Wolf screamed as it fell into the darkness.

‘IVAAAAAN!’ His lover’s scream rang from the wolf’s mouth as it fell.

‘ALFRED!’ Ivan tried to catch him but the path was crumbling too quickly. Ivan had to run as the path disappeared beneath his feet. ‘THIS ISN’T REAL!’ Ivan screamed as the path crumbled past him, leaving him suspended in the air. Ivan began to fall, watching the path grow smaller and smaller as it dissolved into nothingness. ‘THIS ISN’T REAL! ALFRED! ALFRED! ALFREEEEEEEED!’

Ivan’s eyes shot open, his body drenched in a cold sweat. His heart raced and his body trembled. Ivan rolled over and yelped when he saw the familiar eyes of Alfred looking back at him.

“A-Alfred?”

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Decadence Escaping	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2961 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Decadence Escaping