A Storm of Sunflowers

***Warning: Hardcore Yaoi ahead!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this story it is for pure enjoyment.

Chapter 6

Alfred couldn’t wait to get to the kitchen again and eat something tasty. He hoped those cakes were still there. As they grew nearer to the kitchen Alfred could already smell something warm and delicious. It smelled like cooked meat of some kind and his mouth watered. Food and wine and a fun filled night! And best of all, no farm work in the morning! But when he got to the kitchen, what, or rather WHO, he saw there froze him in place. There, sitting at the island table was none other than Arthur, talking to the blonde haired chef.

“A-Arthur?” Alfred said his name and both the blonde man and Arthur turned their heads. He saw Arthur’s eyes widened as he jumped off the stool.

“Alfred!” Arthur ran to him and brought him into a tight hug, squeezing him painfully. “I’ve found you! I’ve found you! Thank the stars you’re alright!”

Arthur didn’t want to let him go incase he suddenly disappeared. He never thought Alfred would just show up at the kitchen entrance, he was waiting to be taken to him! He was all cleaned up and dressed in nice clothes but he didn’t smell like his Alfred. His Alfred smelled of hay and dirt, not roses. He laughed to himself as his first thought was about the change in Alfred’s smell. Often when they slept together Arthur would bury his nose in Alfred’s wheat colored hair and inhale his scent. He figured it just gave him a familiar comfort of home.

“A-Arthur? Why are you here? Why aren’t you at the farm?” Alfred asked and unwrapped the arms from around his neck.

“I had to come find you and bring you home! Where you belong!” Arthur demaneded before pointing a finger at him. “How dare you run off in the middle of the night with some cockamamie idea about how to save the farm! Giving yourself to Lord Ivan is not a respectable way to pay the taxes! I told all of you that we would manage somehow! There is no reason for you to be here playing ‘mistress’.”

“Arthur…I screwed up out there. I really made living harder for all of you because of my big mouth. So I’m making up for it. I was already paid my due so I will be sending it back to the others. You should go back to them, Arthur. I’m doing fine here by myself.”

“You’re not going to be a whore for some noble asshole! You’re better than that! You’re coming home, today!”

“Arthur, remember what we said?” Francis spoke up. “He’s Ivan’s now. You take him back and your farm will bring to the ground.” Arthur looked over his shoulder at him with a glare and a snarl.

“He’s right, Arthur.” Alfred said. “It would be dangerous for me to go back. So please, go back to the farm. They all need you there, especially Matthew.”

“I’m not leaving without you. And if you won’t come with me then I guess I’m staying here to keep an eye on you. I left Berwald in charge so I’m not worried at all. “I’m not leaving you until you come to your senses. And who are you?” Arthur asked Feliciano.

“Um…hello there, Arthur. So nice to meet you. I’m Feliciano, Alfred’s friend and Lady Yao’s personal groom. Well, we’re both his grooms together, really. We just came down here to have some grub, if Francis has any, that is.” Feliciano smiled at Francis over Arthur’s shoulder.

“You’re in luck! I’m grilling up some of the extra meat right now.” He said as he flipped a charred piece of meat on the wood grill. “Have a seat, everyone! They’re almost done.” Before they could sit down Arthur took Alfred’s hand.

“Would you two mind if I spoke to Alfred in private for a few minutes?”

“Not at all.” Said Francis. “You can talk in the storage closet, that way if Ivan or Yao come by you’ll be safe.” Arthur nodded and drug Alfred into the storage closet, closing the door and latching it.

“Alfred…I heard about what Ivan did to you. Are you alright?” Alfred looked away from him.

“Yeah…I’m alright.”

“You don’t sound alright. How much did he hurt you?”

“It did hurt…since it was my first time and all…but it got better at the end and…and I’m just really confused right now. I have all these strange, mixed feelings inside me…like anger, sadness, joyful, curious, all kinds of feelings!” Arthur gave him a twisted look.

“You couldn’t have possibly enjoyed his company. The man RAPED you, Alfred! He raped you because he COULD and no one could stop him! He took something very precious to you! Something I myself wanted but could never take from you!” He took Alfred’s hands in his own. “I never wanted you to regret giving yourself over just for the hell of it. And you gave it up just to save the farm. We would have managed, Alfred. We would have! Why did you have to leave and come to a place like this?” Alfred’s looks turned serious.

“Arthur…I don’t think our relationship could have ever been romantic or long lasting. Our relationship is more…well, you’re like a father figure, or my protective older brother. I would have given myself to you that day at the creek. I wouldn’t have regretting lying with you that day. If it is with someone I love and trust then it never has to be regrettable. Remember that spring day at the creek, Arthur?”

Arthur did remember and that was one of the best memories they had. The air had just turned comfortably warm and the two set out to fetch some fresh cleaning water for the laundry. They ended up lounging on the grass next to the creek, Alfred chewing on a piece of tall grass and trying to see what the clouds looked like. One thing led to another and since they were alone they were able to do more. He remembered Alfred taking off his tunic top first and tossing it to the side before slipping out of his pants. Arthur wasn’t far behind him and he remembered flipping their positions so he was on top.

They joined their left hands together as their tongues danced in each other’s mouth. He remembered Alfred’s long legs spreading themselves wide to let him fit comfortably between them. But before he let himself go much further Arthur broke away from Alfred’s perfect body. It took all his strength and willpower to stop himself from acting on his manly instincts. Now he wished he had given into those desires because there is no way Alfred was going to be happy being a glorified whore.

“I regret not taking you that day. I think that is when our ‘private’ time together become more and more less frequent.” Alfred nodded.

“I think so too. But Arthur…this is MY decision and I’m not going to change it. You are free to do whatever you like but you won’t change my mind. I will come back and visit the farm from time to time. I can’t go without seeing Matthew for any length of time.”

“You should know by now that he is worried sick about you.” Alfred nodded.

“I know but I had to do this. Please, Arthur,” He took his face in his hands “I don’t need a father figure…I don’t need an older brother. I’m capable of taking care of myself now. I’m very serious about this and you’ve always said when I am finally serious about something I would be a man.”

“T-That’s not quite…I mean…” He sighed and pushed Alfred’s hands away. “I’m not going to give up on you. I’m staying here with that…that…THING out there cooking dinner.”

“Francis?”

“Yes…him.” He shivered. “The man is a pervert.” Alfred chuckled.

“A very handsome one who cooks delicious foods!” Arthur rolled his eyes. “Hey, why don’t you come to the party tonight at the barracks!” Alfred offered, wanting to change the subject.

“Party?”

“Yes! Ivan gave everyone the night off for his victory and we will all be partying in the barracks! I want you to come and have some fun! I’m sure Francis is going since he’s on the staff.”

“Well…I guess I have no choice. I can’t stay in this manor alone because technically I’m not allowed to be here. I have to pretend to be Francis’s ‘friend’ if anyone asks about me.” Alfred hugged him.

“Lets just have fun tonight, okay? Lets put all of the farm stuff behind for tonight just be plain old Alfred and Arthur.” Arthur sighed.

“Fine…but that doesn’t me I have to be happy about it.”

When they were done they joined the others at the table. Francis had served up the grilled meats and everyone dined handsomely on meat as well as the extra fresh veggies that were left over from the stew. Kiku had come to tell Arthur about Alfred but seeing as they were already together he just took a seat to enjoy the meal. Francis and Feliciano babbled on and on about what fun the party was going to be and Alfred couldn’t wait.

Once their late lunch was done they had all parted ways to get ready for the party. Alfred and Feliciano nearly tore apart their wardrobe (or rather Feliciano’s wardrobe) to find something suitable to wear. Feliciano settled on some comfortable brown pants and a green tunic top. He had told Alfred he wanted to be comfortable during Gilbert’s parties. Alfred came to the conclusion that no matter what Feli wore he was still cute. And for himself, Alfred chose to wear tight black pants and a bell-sleeve blue tunic top.

“Ve~ you look so adorable, Alfred! That shirt really matches your eyes! I’m so jealous!”

“You look very cute yourself. I’m sure Ludwig will like it.” Feliciano giggled happily.

“He rather me be wearing nothing!” Alfred chuckled at that.

“Well, we best be on our way.”

“Wait! You can’t go out like that, silly! You need to have some accessories!” Feliciano went to his vanity and opened up his jewelry box. He took out the sapphire necklace from before. “You need to wear this.” He said and fished around inside some more. “Ah! Perfect!” He went back over to Alfred and put the necklace on then showed him the decorative hair comb he had found.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a hair comb made from the small feathers of a peacock! See this blue and green here that makes the eye?” Alfred nodded. “Well, we’re going to tame that unruly hair of yours with this! Remind me tomorrow sometime to clip your dead ends.” He pulled the heavy bangs from the right side of his face and folded it with the clip. “Ve~ ADORABLE!”

Alfred looked at himself in the body mirror and did a little twirl. He did look adorable! Everything fit him just right and the hair comb just added to the style. He would remember Ivan’s words, that no man could touch him but the thought of flirting and teasing without touching excited him a bit. If he could get old sweaty men to buy his crops at the market by flashing his big blue eyes then he could easily tease the soldiers. If he played the game right it wouldn’t be dangerous at all. It was just a bit of harmless fun and he was going to a party! All of the morning memories were pushed in the back of his mind as well as the dull ache in his backside.

“I’m ready when you are, Feli!”

“Great! Lets go pick up Feliks and Kiku and we’ll be on our way!”


The festivities could already be heard as they walked to the soldier barracks. Alfred was wondering why Feliks was dressed up in more frills than necessary and Kiku was still in his gardening clothes. They met up with Francis and Arthur at the barracks gate entrance. Arthur was dressed the same as this afternoon and only Francis had on some ridiculous colors of purple and gold. Arthur actually looked embarrassed to be next to him.

“Good evening, my lovelies!” Francis waved at them and the two headed over to join them. “We all look smashing this evening!”

“I like, couldn’t find a thing to wear!” Feliks said, fixing the frill on his sleeve cuff. “But feel free to compliment me anyway.”

“Feliks, you look gorgeous, as always.” Francis said and Feliks flipped his hair back.

“And you look devilishly ridiculous if I do say so myself.” He replied and Francis gripped his heart, pretending to be hurt by his comment.

“And Alfred, look at you!” Francis gave him a 360 look over. “I never realized what a tight, perk ass you have.” Alfred blushed at the open comment and Arthur nearly chomped angrily on Francis’s shoulder.

“I think he looks absolutely adorable in his matching blues!” Feliciano said with a happy sigh and Kiku had to agree.

“Yes, Mr. Alfred, that peacock feather accents your shades perfectly.”

“Geez…thanks guys. It was really all of Feli’s design.”

“Which he, like, learned from ME!” Feliks had to point out proudly. “Now lets stop standing around and get in there before all the booze is gone!”

The group of six headed into the barracks where the loud sounds of laughter, music, and things breaking filled their ears. Alfred looked around at all the soldiers and servants drinking and having a good time. Most of the soldiers were bandaged up in one way or another but had no trouble chugging down their ales. There were even some men and women dancing to the small band on the far side of the barracks.

“Who got Roderich here?” Feliks asked after he had scanned the room.

“I’m sure Gilbert blackmailed him with something.” Francis pointed out.

“Actually, he was going to be staying at the manor for a few days to give Lady Yao lessons in the violen.” Kiku pointed out. “But I invited him here tonight. I figured it would be better than Gilbert getting up to sing after a few ales. And Roderich agreed.”

“He just likes to show off his musical talent.” Francis said. Alfred looked over at the band to see a man, who must be Roderich, playing what he could assume was a violin or something of the kind with an upbeat tempo. “I’m surprised he’s not popping a blood vessel by the dance music he has to play. Roderich usually plays for noble parties hosted by Ivan.”

“Ve~ there’s not piano here or else we would all be waltzing and having polite conversation.”

“Well lets like, thank the gods he is piano-less! Now who’s up for some drinks!” Feliks was already jogging off to the alcohol table.

“Feliciano!” He heard his name called and Feliciano smiled and ran to Ludwig, jumping into his arms.

“Wiggy, my love!” He nuzzled his chest and Ludwig looked a bit embarrassed.

“Feli…please…control yourself.” Ludwig said and Feliciano ignored him, bringing him over to Alfred and Arthur.

“Love, this is Alfred Jones and this is Arthur…?”

“Kirkland.” Arthur finished for him.

“Ah, so this Alfred is Lord Ivan’s new-“

“Yes! Something like that.” Feliciano cut him off.

“Nice to meet you.” Alfred said and brought his hand out to give a handshake. Ludwig took it and gave him a manly one, which nearly broke Alfred’s bones. He pulled away and shook his hand in the air. “N-nice strong grip you’ve got.” Alfred said.

“Sorry.” Ludwig looked at Arthur and tried to shake his but Arthur put both his hands up.

“Nice to meet you, too.” Was all Arthur said. Feliciano wrapped his arms around Ludwig’s in a hug.

“If you guys don’t mind, we’re going to go over there and have some drinks.”

“Make sure that’s all you do!” Francis called after their retreating bodies. “Now, my lovely green-eyed mare, why don’t I get you a drink?”

“I’ll take wine.” Arthur said then looked at Alfred. “I don’t want you drinking.” Alfred gave him a ‘pfft’.

“Like hell I’m listening to you! This is a night to have fun and I plan on it! I’m getting myself some wine!”

“Don’t you dare-“

“GIVE IT UP FOR THE SUPER AWESOME MEEEE!” Arthur was cut off by someone’s loud and obnoxious voice with the cheering of the party inhabitants. Alfred and Arthur saw a pink-eyed man jump up onto one of the tables with a pewter mug of ale, which he was spilling all over himself. He had a bandage around his head with a light bloodstain peeking through the gauze. “LETS HEAR IT FOR MY AWESOME VICTORY!” He said as he took a heavy swig of the ale and nearly stumbled off the table. Some of the soldiers helped him down and he came staggering over to their party of now four.

“Alfred, Arthur? Meet General Gilbert.” Francis said as Gilbert approached.

“Whoa! Check out the new hottie!” He said, looking Alfred up and down as he chugged more ale. “Where’s your pretty tale, Mr. Peacock?” He laughed loudly and Alfred didn’t quite know what to say. He looked at Kiku who just had a ‘this happens all the time’ look on his face. “And you’re kinda cute too…Artar was it?” He asked, pointing a finger at Arthur through his mug handle.

“Arthur!” He corrected with a sneer.

“Ah, right! Artar it is! Hey, why aren’t you guys drinking?! This is my victory night!”

“We haven’t gotten there yet, Gilbert.” Francis said with a grin and wrapped his arm around Arthur’s shoulder. “But we are on our way. Lets go, Arthur.” Francis pulled him away as Arthur tried to reach for Alfred, not wanting to leave him alone. Alfred just waved at Arthur and turned to Kiku.

“Lets gets some drinks.” Kiku nodded and Gilbert slapped the smaller man on the back painfully.

“Good thinking, Alfie! I like you! Kiku! Get this man some ale!”

“Eh, wine?” Alfred corrected.

“Fine! Get him wine!”

“Glady.” Kiku said and hurried off just to be away from Gilbert. Gilbert glanced over at Alfred as he sipped more of his ale.

“So, you like, a newbie or something?” Alfred nodded.

“Yeah…I’m personal groom to Lady Yao with Feliciano.”

“So you’re Ivan’s mistress then?” Gilbert asked and Alfred just gulped, not knowing what to say.

“I…I guess you can say that. But-“ He was cut short by Kiku brining him a mug of wine. Alfred looked down at the dark red liquid and grinned. Finally! He was going to drink wine and get drunk and dance all night to Roderich’s music! He took a sip and cringed a bit at its bitterness.

“The first sip is always hard.” Kiku said, sipping his own wine. “The second one will be better.” Alfred nodded and did take another sip and Kiku was right, it was easier this time.

“That’s the spirit, newbie! Drink and be merry and bask in my awesome awesomeness!”

“WILL DO!” Alfred clanged his mug with Gilbert’s as well as Kiku’s as they all took a deep drink.


A short while into the party, Arthur was nearly slumped over the table with Francis pouring him more wine. Alfred was drunk as well and dancing with Gilbert on one of the tables. They had their left arms locked in a dosado manner, stomping and hopping on the table with their booze splashing everywhere. Kiku was standing against the wall in the distance away from the rowdy crowd. Feliks was just as drunk as the others and babbling on and on about some kind of incoherent nonsense. Ludwig and Feliciano were no where to be seen but anyone with a brain to figure what those two were doing. Arthur started to complain.

“That’s damed Lords Ivans…damns kingf…” He slurred his words as he gulped down more wine. “Using…alls our…*hiccup* fax moneies to…to supply wif us all dis wine! I FINDS ITS OFFENSIVE!” He slammed his fist on the table and Francis stroked his back to calm him.

“Calm down, honey. Here, drink more wine. It will relax you.” Arthur did so as he watched Alfred dancing with Gilbert on the table.

“That’s used to bes my…guy.” Arthur hiccupped again. “Little boy…now all growns up wif man stuff! Ifs not fair! “ He drank the wine again. “MORE DAMMIT!”

“You don’t hold your wine very well, do you?” Francis chuckled and took this chance to slip his hand under the table to rest of Arthur’s thigh. Arthur hardly noticed, muttering something about taxes again. Francis slipped his hand up further until he was touching Arthur’s groin. Arthur let out a surprised moan. “SEE! WINES IS BAD! STOP POURING ME IT!” Francis stretched his arm around Arthur to grab the wine bottle and pour him more. Arthur did not protest and started drinking again.

“My mare likes to be stroked, yes?” Francis whispered in his ear as he rubbed against Arthur’s crotch. Arthur moaned and spread his legs more for Francis’s touch.

“No, I don’t.”

“Then why are you spreading you legs for me?” Francis purred and nipped his ear.

“Because I’s…I’s don’ts snow!” He hiccupped again. “But yous better stops before I’s gets mad!” Francis chuckled.

“I don’t see you fighting me off.”

While those two were having their fun, Ludwig and Feliciano had appeared from some other room in the barracks, flushed and sweaty. Gilbert and Alfred had left the top of the table to grind against one another on the floor. Alfred had never felt so good before and this wine was superb! He couldn’t stop dancing, feeling more free than he had ever felt before. Feliciano and Ludwig came up to them and Feli asked if Alfred was having a good time.

“This is great!” He said over the music. “Are you having fun?”

“More fun that you!” Feliciano mocked tease as he wrapped his arms around Ludwig’s neck and kissed his cheek.

“How ya hangin’ in there, bro?” Gilbert asked him with a grin.

“Brother, be mindful of who you dance with. That’s Lord Ivan’s favorite.”

“Lord who?” Gilbert had forgotten his lord or he just didn’t care. He was too busy fondling a tipsy Alfred.

The doors to the barracks suddenly flew opened and everyone stopped, even Roderich’s band. At the barrack doors stood Ivan and Yao. Yao had his arms wrapped tightly around Ivan’s as they entered the barracks. Everyone bowed their heads or bodies in respect.

Ivan immediately noticed Gilbert’s arm around Alfred’s waist. With a dumbfounded look, Gilbert shoved Alfred over to Ludwig, who caught him. Gilbert pointed a finger at Ludwig, suggesting that it was really his bother who had his hands all over Alfred. Ludwig had both Feliciano and Alfred in his arms now and he flushed with angered embarrassment. Ivan didn’t seem to pay them any mind.

“Please, don’t stop having fun because I’m here. Drink and dance, everyone! We all deserve it!” Ivan said and everyone clapped or cheered for him. Arthur looked over at the man ‘Ivan’ who had stolen his Alfred’s virginity.

“So that’s the guys?” He slurred again. “That bigs…oafs…raped Alfeds?” Arthur asked Francis who nodded.

“Yes love, that is Lord Ivan.”

“That assholes…buying support…with cheap wines and songs!” Francis just poured him more wine.

“Keep drinking, love.”

“My wife and I are here to celebrate with you! Please, enjoy your merriment!” Ivan snapped his fingers at Roderich who signaled the band to start playing again. Everyone seemed to pick up where they had left off and Alfred left Gilbert’s side to rush to Ivan’s.

“My lords…is there anything you need me to do?” He hiccupped and Yao rolled his eyes, looking at Ivan. Ivan smiled and kissed Yao’s pouty lips.

“No. Just keep drinking and having fun. I’ll be downing the vodka myself.” He pat Alfred on the head. “Come on, my dear.” He said to Yao. “I will get you some rich wine.” Alfred watched as Ivan brought Yao carefully through the crowds and over to the drinks table. Alfred smirked and saw Kiku still standing alone against the wall. He stumbled a bit as he walked over to him.

“Hey Kiku! Having fun?” Kiku smiled at him.

“Yes, I am. How about you, Mr. Alfred?”

“Just Alfred, please. And I’m having a great time.” He chugged more wine.

“You know, wine isn’t really for chugging. You’ll get drunk too fast.”

“All the more to do it! Come on, Kiku! Dance with me!” He took Kiku’s hand and pulled. Kiku blushed rapidly.

“N-no! I-I don’t dance!”

“Nonsense! Everyone can dance! Come one!” Kiku squeaked as Alfred pulled him away from the wall.


Alfred had no clue when they had all ended up outside or where they were going. Even though he couldn’t see very well (and the wine wasn’t making it easier) he could make out all the people he was walking with: Arthur, Kiku, Francis, Ivan, Yao, Feliciano, Ludwig, Gilbert, Feliks, everyone! He knew they weren’t in the courtyard but he could see the manor behind him. This must be the fields and second courtyard behind the manor!

Everyone’s words were almost incomprehensible but Alfred didn’t care. He didn’t know when they all took off into a run either. They ran, or hopped, or leapt, down some marble steps. Francis was still holding a mug of wine, trying to drink as he descended the steps. Arthur laughed as most of the wine spilt on to Francis’s shirt. When they reached the bottom, Alfred noticed Lady Yao twirling in a circle and shouting something up to the night sky. Gilbert attempted a drunken cartwheel but misjudged the distance between himself the slightly steep, grassy hill. Everyone laughed as he tumbled down the hill and landed face first on the ground with his ass up in the air.

Alfred still had his mug of wine as well and took a hearty sip, spilling some of the liquid on his shirt. Kiku ran over to Gilbert to see if he was okay. Feliciano was dancing ballet on the edge wall of a fountain with Ludwig trying to keep him (and himself) from falling in.

“I like, can’t see where I’m goin’!” Feliks laughed happily as he tripped over something and tumbled to the soft grass.

“I’M STILL STANDIN’!” Gilbert raised his mug high to the sky, not noticing he had pushed Kiku down to the ground. “COME ON, YOU CHICKEN SHITS! COME AT ME! LETS RUMBLE!” Gilbert starting punching imaginary foes in the air, making everyone laugh. Ivan had to steady Yao a few times before he ended up in the fountain.

“I’LL RACE ANYONE TO THAT TREE OVER THERE!” Gilbert challenged and took off. With hearty laugher, everyone took off after him, even Ivan, who Alfred thought wouldn’t even involve himself with these games. Feliks tripped again and just remained on the ground, waving his arm in the air.

“I’ll just, like, stay here until mornings!” He slurred as the others went off without him. Francis had to pull Arthur with him, being the main support of his weight. Alfred, despite being drunk, was still a fast runner and he passed Ivan and Yao. Ivan’s eyes twinkled and he picked up his speed to match Alfred’s. Feliciano, Yao, and Kiku were too winded to continue to the tree so they just plopped down on the ground, giggling happily.

Francis gave up not long after, feeling Arthur’s drunken body slam into him and bring them both down to the ground. Ludwig didn’t stop to look back, insisting on winning this race to the tree. Gilbert was still ahead of all of them but only because he had a running start. Ivan and Alfred were still neck and neck with Ludwig close behind. Ludwig passed them and made it to the tree before the others. Gilbert cursed loudly and tackled his brother to the ground.

“YOU JACKASS! I’M THE AWESOME VICTOR! I SHOULD WIN! SURRENDER TO ME!”

Strangely, no one noticed as Alfred and Ivan ran PAST the tree, never taking their eyes off one another. Ivan had a large span of land and they continued their drunken race until they were clear out of sight. Alfred wasn’t prepared for Ivan closing in on him until it was too late. Ivan’s weight crashed into him and it sent them both tumbling to the ground. Alfred had to catch his breath as his mind tried to register what happened.

He felt himself pulled up onto his knees and his pants pulled down to his mid thighs. The summer night’s air prickled his skin and he felt Ivan gripping his hips. He knew what was coming but his wine induced mind couldn’t connect all the pieces. All he knew was that his cock grew in arousal at the situation he was in. He felt something small but slick slide into his swollen entrance and he gave a slight moan, lifting himself onto his elbows. He looked over his shoulder to see Ivan’s bulky body looming over him, his finger, or now fingers, were probing and stretching his ass.

“My Little Rose…look at you. All open and ready for me to take you roughly here on the ground!” His fingers still stretched inside him and Alfred continued to moan, the alcohol only intensifying the feelings. He felt Ivan slap his naked skin harshly, making him yelp. “Slick me up.” Ivan commanded and Alfred felt his body twisted around so he was face to face with Ivan’ erect cock. Alfred knew what to do for he had done this to Arthur many times.

He took Ivan’s large dick in his hand and shyly licked the tip before taking the head into his mouth. Ivan gave a soft moan and stroked a hand through Alfred’s hair, removing the hair comb. Alfred wasted no time in swallowing all of Ivan as he could. Before all Alfred knew of Ivan’s manhood was the girth of it. But now he could see the large size of the man and he had to admit, it turned him on.

Alfred’s mouth worked up and down Ivan’s length, fisting what he couldn’t take. Ivan’s moans filled his ears and he picked up his pace. He sucked hard and long as he pulled away from Ivan before swallowing him again. This he was good at. Alfred could make Arthur cum within a very short while with his hard sucks. He thought Ivan was ready to come and braced himself for the load that would fill his mouth, but nothing came. Instead, Ivan pulled himself from Alfred’s mouth with only a string of saliva between them.

Alfred felt himself flipped around again and his hips pulled up into the air. He ‘eeped’ at the familiar feeling of something large pressing against his entrance and he knew it had to Ivan. He moaned as the man’s thick meat slid much more easily into him the second time around. Alfred groaned as Ivan’s cock pressed just right against his prostate without even moving! Ivan pulled out halfway and pressed back in, hitting his sweet spot and making him cry out in pleasure.

Ivan sped up his thrusts with each rising pitch in Alfred’s voice he heard. He licked his lips and gripped the man’s wheat colored hair, yanking his head painfully back to go deeper. Alfred just moaned and cried in sweet pleasure as his prostate was constantly being stimulated. This was much better than the first time. Much, much better!

Ivan growled and effortlessly lifted him up to sit in his lap, back to chest. Alfred felt like he was on a cloud as Ivan’s large hands held him tight as his hips thrust up into him. If he didn’t know any better he would think that Ivan’s cock would thrust up straight into his throat and out his mouth. That’s how deep Ivan was inside his body and Alfred could care less. All that mattered was that rock hard member slamming into his prostate, making him voice his pleasure to the star filled night sky.

“More…” he whined out and Ivan gripped his cock in response, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Alfred moaned deeply and lulled his head back against Ivan’s shoulder. His own hand joined Ivan’s in getting him off while the other gripped the back of Ivan’s short white hair for balance.

“You feel so good…my Little Rose. Your body is just swallowing me up!” Alfred smelled the taste of strange liquor he didn’t recognize on Ivan’s breath but in a way it matched the man perfectly.

“Less talking…more banging!” He commanded and Ivan was more than happy to oblige. He had to cover Alfred’s mouth to keep him from drawing attention to this spot. He felt Alfred’s inner muscles tightening around him and with a scream into his cupped hand, Alfred came in his other hand. Ivan thrust a few more times before stiffening and giving a possessive growl as he ejaculated into Alfred’s depths.

Ivan pulled himself out of Alfred and the young man fell forward, catching himself with his hands. Alfred turned around to Ivan’s still slightly swollen, slick cock before taking it back into his mouth. Ivan let his head fall back and he moaned, stroking Alfred’s hair back lovingly. Alfred sucked hard up and down his length until he felt Ivan cum in his mouth. He swallowed what he could and let the rest drip out. A last minute squirt of cum struck his cheek but he didn’t care, looking up at Ivan and licking his lips. Alfred’s mouth was still dripping with Ivan’s essence and he lapped at it like a cat lapping at cream.

The creature before him was something out of a dream. His Little Rose was on his hands and knees, hot and sweaty from the heat and the fucking that had just occurred. Its face and backside were dripping with his cum, marking him as his own. Ivan couldn’t help it and flipped Alfred around again, pulling his hips back up into the air. He lowered himself more closely to Alfred’s skin to start licking up the pink substance that trickled down Alfred’s thighs. Alfred just moaned and writhed as he felt Ivan’s tongue lap and dance along his skin, licking him clean.

“Ivan…” he breathed out as his ‘lord’s’ lips kissed both of his ass cheeks separately before giving them both a hearty slap.

“You did very well tonight, my Little Rose. I look forward to more nights like this one.” Alfred smiled at those words through his drunken stupor and before he knew it, his eyes were closing and his pants were being pulled back up. That was the last thing he felt before sweet sleep claimed him.

End Chapter 6 TBC