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Decadence Escaping
By : FlayraDowitcher
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***Warnings: Violence, blood, very slight horror, yaoi, language

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Chapter 6

“Alfred? What are you doing here? It’s very late…and you shouldn’t be out of your bed.”

Ivan sat up and pulled his lover up with him. Alfred cried out in pain and flinched at the movement, falling into Ivan’s chest. Ivan immediately wrapped his arms around Alfred but his lover cried out in pain again, startling him. Upon further inspection, he noticed the bandage wrapped around Alfred’s waist and realized that his tunic was pooled around his hips. Not only was there a dark bloodied spot in the back but a smaller one in the front as well. He could hear Alfred’s soft sobbing and felt the smaller body trembling against his.

“Alfred…what happened?”

“Sardar…”

“Tell me what happened. It’s okay, you’re safe now.”

“He burned me!” Alfred whispered into his neck, wrapping his arms tightly around Ivan’s shoulders. “He branded me…burned me…b-because of how you and Winter feel about me! He said I’m destroying everything and causing all the trouble between you two!” Ivan’s body tensed at Alfred description of his punishment that he did not deserve

“Alfred, he branded me too…long ago. The burn is so faded right now that it is hard to see unless I point it out. By why your back, love?” Alfred sniffled and sobbed some more before he answered.

“S-So when you and Winter…bed me…you will see the burn on my back and know that I truly belong to Sardar and-“

“And it’s suppose to keep Winter and myself from fighting over you. Am I correct?” Alfred gave a little nod.

“He may hurt me again…if you two don’t…don’t control yourselves.” He pushed away from Ivan’s neck and rest his forehead against the other’s to look into his violet eyes. “Be the stronger person, Ivan. For me…please, do it for me! We are below Winter so…so please…control yourself around him. I fear that not only I will be hurt for it…but you will as well. You are already in pain because of me.” Alfred gave him a hug and carefully rubbed his hands along Ivan’s scarred back. “I don’t ever want to hear those cries from you again…it’ll break my heart. I know this isn’t easy for you…but please…if you love me you’ll do as I ask.”

“You should ask me to bring you the moon while we’re at it.” Ivan said softly.

“I know it’s hard but-“

“But there is one thing Winter and I have in common; we don’t like seeing you get hurt. I know he has hurt you but he doesn’t like seeing someone else doing it.”

“I don’t give a fuck what he has to say, that bastard!”

“Alfred-“

“You know, I actually had a thought while you were sleeping! Winter only likes me for my looks so if I scar up my face then he won’t like me and I can be with you! I know you would love me no matter what! Just like I love you, scars and all!” Alfred flashed him a crazed smile and Ivan actually found himself gripping the sides of his lover’s head.

“That’s crazy talk. Of course I would still love you but don’t think thoughts like that! They’re absurd! Do nothing of the sort. I will do as you ask of me…for I don’t mind being a slave to you.” Alfred’s smile returned to normal and he pressed forward to kiss his lover.

“Thank you! Thank you so much! I promise we will both be together soon! We’ll escape from this place and we’ll start our own life together!”

“I would want nothing more.”

“Hey…before I have to go back to that bastard’s bed…would you…hold me for a bit? The pain isn’t as bad when I’m with you.”

Ivan carefully laid him down on his side before he joined him, facing his lover. Alfred cuddled into him and Ivan made sure his arm was wrapped around his shoulders, not his waist. Alfred curled himself up against Ivan’s chest, appearing almost childlike in his arms. He knew Alfred was frightened and he wished he could do more to protect him. Alfred’s previous plea disturbed him and although he had said ‘yes’ to it, he knew it was a lie. There was no way he would sit idly back and let Winter win this battle. He loved Alfred too much to give the man up so easily.

But what could he do to get them both away from this place? He thought back to his dream and remembered the moaning path that crumbled beneath his feet. The Dark Wolf spoke with Alfred’s voice as it ran out onto the path, forcing him to follow. His tribe’s god was offering no help, just like when it let his village burn to the ground. He knew why the dream bothered him and he knew it had nothing to do with the gods trying to speak to him because they didn’t exist. He knew that their escape to the mountains would be a dangerous and uncertain path with trouble around every corner. The Dark Wolf was just representing his doubts about escape. And the buffalo was his voice of reason, which he was going to ignore. Ivan would choose to follow Alfred’s path and escape to freedom. Even if he himself didn’t make it then at least he would know Alfred would stand a greater chance of living a normal life.

The only situation Ivan feared the most was leaving Alfred alone in the forests of the mountains. If they did manage to leave the city and make it to the mountains, he would have to be the sole protector and provider for Alfred. The man grew up in the city where wild beasts never roamed. Running in to wild animals was to be expected and Ivan would have to rely on his old hunting skills to protect them. He still remembered how to make a spear and slingshot, even a bow and arrow. Alfred wouldn’t know how to use any and there wouldn’t be time to teach him. Alfred never had to hunt or gather food because it was always provided for him in the markets. Ivan would have to gather safe plants and berries to eat as well cooking their kills. Alfred would be completely dependant on him and if anything it would slow them down. Then the mountain air would be cold and they would need blankets and shelters. They would have to steal from the market to get what they needed and risk getting caught. Obtaining horses was completely out of the question so they would have to go on foot. Sandals will break as they climb up the rocks and through rough terrains. They would need boots. All of these obstacles were getting in the way of his ‘hope’ and that gray path kept crumbling faster and faster beneath his feet. But if his Alfred was willing to take the chance then so was he…no matter how many doubts he had.

“Ivan?” Alfred’s voice broke his thoughts.

“Yes love?”

“I should be going now…before the sun rises.”

“Oh…of course.” Ivan removed his arm and watched as Alfred struggled to stand up, unable to stand completely erect.

“I…I have to sleep with that…that client tomorrow night.”

“I know you have no choice…” Ivan said softly but his fists twisted in the sheets.

“Hopefully I will be able to rest all day…the apothecary said that the salve will ease the pain by tomorrow…I just hope it will be in time.” He looked over his shoulder at Ivan and smiled. “You know I will only be thinking about you.”

“That’s reassuring…so if I don’t see you tomorrow then you are resting?”

“With any luck, yes. Take care of yourself, okay? I love you, Ivan.”

“I love you too.”

Ivan watched as his pained lover limped from his room and he wished more than anything he could take the pain onto himself so Alfred wouldn’t have to suffer. Now his poor lover had to have sex with a man against his will. Just the thought of it made his teeth grind and his throat vibrate with a growl. It was hard enough having Winter fuck Alfred without adding additional ‘lovers’ to intensify his fury. He wanted Alfred all to himself. He did not want to keep sharing him so something had to be done. He was getting tired of this disrespect and mistreatment of himself and Alfred. The first person he needed to get rid of was Winter, his father figure and mentor. At least he used to be. Now he was just a thorn in Ivan’s side keeping him away from his Alfred. Killing the man was out of the question for he would be killed shortly after. Winter was a man of ‘honor’ (at least he thought he was) and Ivan decided to challenge him to a duel; a duel for the right to court and own Alfred. Ivan knew he would not be able to keep Sardar from selling his lover’s body but he could keep him away from Winter.

“A duel.” Ivan whispered to himself. “A duel for Alfred’s hand…but I must ask permission from my Master…to make the outcome official…” He smiled. “We can marry…and then we can escape. I have to win that duel! There’s no other way!”

Ivan grinned from ear to ear and fell back onto the bed, not caring about his back. The pain had started to lessen and it was more bearable now. The thought that he could finally have Alfred all to himself was enough to erase any kind of pain. He closed his eyes and snuggled into the dirty pillow, letting out a heavy sigh of content. Those violet orbs shot open quickly when he heard sounds coming from outside his room. He sat up in the bed, thinking it was Alfred coming back. Despite the pain his back stiffened as he saw a large dark form pass by the little window. Ivan quickly reached under his mattress to pull out his dagger, ready to defend himself. Ivan was unprepared for the large ghostly being that slowly took form as it walked through the wall and entered his room. He lowered his dagger at the form of the Dark Wolf that now stood before him.

The figure said nothing to him but stood still on the stone floor, watching him. Ivan remained frozen as well, not sure if he was dreaming again or if this was really happening. No, it couldn’t be real, it was just another vision brought on by his troubled conscience. He felt something warm and wet trickling down the hand that held the dagger. Ivan cast his eyes slowly downwards and saw that it was blood. A person’s normal reaction would be to drop the dagger but Ivan continued to hold it tight. He looked towards the wolf but it had turned and walked out through the wall. Ivan threw the covers off and without a second of doubt he stepped outside his room. The world around him was deathly quiet and the air was still. He felt the blood drip from his dagger and land on the top of his foot. He looked down and saw a thin trail of streaked blood before him. Unconsciously, he followed the trail until it stopped at his Master’s house. The trail continued up the steps and under the main door. Ivan looked at the door handle but paused when his hand touched it. The same type of moaning from the gray path could be heard behind the closed door. Ivan gasped and jumped back from the door, dropping the dagger. He was about turn and run when he heard Alfred’s voice crying out his name from inside the house. Alfred was shouting his name in what sounded like fear, or even shock. Ivan was ready to run inside when he saw dark red blood begin to pool out from under the door. The urge to run hit him again but he could still hear Alfred’s voice inside and he couldn’t leave him. What if someone was hurting Alfred inside? Alfred needed him and he had to save him from whatever was behind that door. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Ivan stepped through the puddle of blood and opened the doors.

“IVAN!” Violet eyes opened to see the familiar face of Winter looking down at him. “You’re late for training.” The older man frowned at him. “You missed breakfast as well, lazy ass.” Ivan did not acknowledge his words, his mind still focused on the disturbing vision he had. “Hey, are you listening to me? Get up you lazy slug!” Winter kicked the bed frame and that motion returned Ivan to his senses. He sat straight up in the bed and then hissed as his back protested the sharp movement. “You were dreaming it seems. Still having nightmares about your family and village? Aren’t you a bit old for that?”

“Mmm…” he rubbed his head. “Uh…yeah. Yeah, I still dream about that.” He couldn’t tell Winter of his strange dream, vision, or whatever it was. All he knew was that it made him feel uneasy and troubled inside.

“Hmph. When you finally learned to speak our language I remember the first time you told me about what happened to your village. But you were just a boy then. I didn’t think you would still be plagued by those memories.” Ivan narrowed his eyes at the man’s back.

“Aren’t you the one who once told me that those memories are what gives me my fighting spirit? When I fight I should take my revenge and failure out on my opponent…for when I was a little boy of ten I was powerless to defend myself.” Winter turned to meet his eyes but the older man said nothing to him in response. Instead, he chose to change the subject.

“A letter arrived last night for Master Sardar. He just read it this morning at breakfast, while you were sleeping. Word was brought to me right away…you’re in luck, Ivan.”

“Luck?”

“The Emperor has heard of your great fighting skills and how you have never lost a fight. So a proposal was brought to our Master…stating that the Emperor wanted to buy you from us.” Ivan’s eyes widened as he stared blankly at the wall.

“Sold?”

“Not yet. Master is still considering it. The coin is very high for you…and we both know how much he likes the promise of gold. That’s why Alfred is being forced to sleep with that client tonight…because the man holds a heavy purse.” Winter grit his teeth when he mentioned Alfred’s name. “Master can be unfair at times.”

“So I haven’t been sold yet?” Ivan looked at him, still dumbfounded.

“Not yet. But you can consider it highly likely that you will be sold. And you won’t last long in the Royal Arena. You’d be the youngest one there and they’ll gut you faster than you can blink. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of Alfred for you.”

With that said, Winter took another look at Ivan’s dumbfounded face before leaving his room. Once Ivan was gone then he would no longer have any competition for Alfred’s affection. The boy will weep and mourn for his lost lover but he would get over it. It may take some forceful words and harsh beatings but Alfred would eventually come around. Still, Winter could not help but think back to the first time he met and saw Ivan when the boy arrived at Nazun house. It was almost like he had taken on the son he never had.

Winter stepped out into the courtyard where the new slave cart was entering the gates. He was not looking forward to new recruits and he twirled the tip of his wooden sword on the ground beside him. Master Sardar was more than delighted to have his cart full of fresh blood. The man rode beside the cart on his stallion with one hand planted proudly on his hip. Sardar caught his eye and gave a toothy grin at him, climbing down from his horse. He tossed the reigns over to a slave before walking to stand beside Winter.

“I made out like a bandit today! I managed to obtain two fighters who have already been properly trained so you can take a rest old friend!”

“Properly trained? So you obtained them from another house?”

“You got it! I even picked up a few whores and a slave or two. But the best part of my day was the pretty little mountain lamb I bought from a wealthy landowner!”

“Lamb, sir?” Winter raised an eyebrow at him and Sardar laughed.

“A Cycraian! Do you know how rare they are to find in this city? I saw that silver hair a mile away and I just had to have him!” Sardar wrapped his arm around Winter’s shoulder and pointed to the cart. “There he is now.” He pointed to a young boy who could be no more than thirteen or fourteen years of age. The boy was healthy and well fed by the looks of his toned body. “He has all his teeth and no sign of a plague! His little boy cherry hasn’t even been popped yet so you can guess what his new position is!”

“Master…do you mind if I take a look at him?”

“Fancy him, do you?” Sardar laughed loudly. “You couldn’t afford the price of a virgin Cycraian!”

“Not necessarily. I just want to get a better look at him and inspect the others as well. Permission to do so?”

“Granted.” He slapped him on the shoulder. “But don’t try anything perverted or I’ll feed your cock to my dogs.”

Winter bowed to his master then headed over to the cart to inspect the Cycraian. The boy did not acknowledge him but kept his eyes cast downwards to the ground. Winter rubbed at his chin as he circled the boy, noticing that his body was free of any blemishes and scars. Whichever house he came from he was well cared for. He reached out and gripped the boy’s arm, which in turn caused an immediate response from the silver haired newbie. The boy flinched and yanked his arm away from him, glaring at him with the most peculiar eyes he’d ever seen. He had heard that the mountain tribes had light eyes and silver hair so this boy was indeed a pure Cycraian. Winter firmly told him to hold still and the boy responded by doing as he was ordered. Upon feeling his tight muscles and calculating his height, Winter concluded that this boy would make a better fighter than a prostitute. As beautiful as those rare eyes were, they were clouded over with sadness and despair. A man with eyes so full of painful emotion was meant for the arena and not the bed. All that built up anger and guilt was fuel for the fire of a tortured soul. That fire is what gives men like him the strength of fight to his last breath. Winter saw promise in the young male and wanted him as a trainee. He would have to convince his Master to make the boy a fighter.

“Boy! What’s your name?” Winter asked him.

“Ivan.” The boy answered softly, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Hm. Whatever house you came from must have taught you well. You know to keep your eyes downcast when your superior is speaking to you.” He slammed his sword point into the dirt. “I give you permission to look upon me.” Ivan looked up at the taller man and Winter grasped his jaw roughly to look him over further. “You’re eyes are dead. I’ll have to put the spark back into them.” He gave a breath of laugh before patting the round cheek of the boy. “Don’t move this boy to the servant quarters yet!” He ordered the guards. “We have not settled on a place for you, so back onto the cart.” Ivan quickly did as he was told and would not look at Winter again, turning his back to all the others around him.

The older man turned away and entered the house to see his Master. Ivan showed promise and Winter was eager to train him. Now all he had to do was convince the Master to let Ivan train for combat. A servant lead him to Sardar’s chambers where there was a small balcony overlooking the courtyard. Sardar was indulging in a cup of wine as he observed his newest arrivals from a higher elevation. The servant announced Winter’s presence and Sardar turned to acknowledge him with a delightful smile.

“So what news do you bring of my little snowball down there, hm?” Winter bowed to him and folded his arms behind his back.

“Sir, I have thoroughly examined the boy Ivan and he shows potential for training. His body is healthy and his muscles, though lithe, are strong and hard. Given proper training they will grow quickly. Not only that but he is tall as well…and can become quite the giant in the arena.”

“Ah, giants move slow!” Sardar dismissed. “So let him be a tall whore.” He gave a hearty laugh as he drank more wine. “Trust me. I’m sure there are many men wanting to pay high price to test if those thighs are as cold as the mountain air! Snow without the frostbite, yes? Those thighs need to be properly ‘warmed’ and then the boy will smile. Ice has to melt eventually!” Winter cleared his throat.

“Master…may I point out that once ‘ice’ is melted, it is gone.”

“I’m not following you…but are you contradicting your Master?” He asked in a dangerous tone and Winter quickly bowed.

“Sir, what I meant was…” He sighed. “What I was trying to point out is that virginity is only good once and then it is gone. His coin value for it will fetch a high price and that’s for sure. But afterwards, he’ll just be another whore wandering around the house. His value will drop and he will be soiled like all the others.” Sardar gazed at him for a moment before going back to the balcony and looking at Ivan in the cart.

“If you feel bad for him just because he is young, you shouldn’t.”

“No, that’s not it. Master, if you allow him to train and become a warrior for the Nazun house, then he will bring in more and more gold for you. He is a virgin for only one night. But if properly trained he can prove to be a great champion of your house for many nights to come. And that, my Master, will bring forth much more gold for your purse.”

“True, but I can still auction off his virginity to my many clients.”

“The boy has already been broken and defeated in spirit. Giving him to some old rich man who will slobber over him like a hog will only break him further. If he is going to be a powerful fighter he needs to build up his spirit.”

“Hmm…you make a valid point, old friend. Virginity is good only once but combat will last much longer.” Sardar took another moment to think before he finished the last bit of wine in his cup. “Fine then. You may have your Cycraian to train as a fighter for Nazun house. But mark my words, Winter. If I see that the boy makes little progress in his training he will find himself on his back with his legs spread faster than he can blink. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir. I have yet to fail in training a Nazun fighter.”

“And see to it that you maintain ‘said’ reputation.”

“Yes sir.”

“Now go do your job. Oh, and try to keep your dick in your pants. Just because you’re taking the boy under your wing doesn’t mean you get to fuck him as well.”

“One so young does not arouse me in such a way.”

“Don’t lie to yourself.” Sardar snickered.

Winter ignored the last comment from him and left the room to retrieve Ivan from the cart. He would not put him in the fighter barracks yet, fearing that the older ones would bully him, in more ways than one. Until he learned basic self-defense moves he would have to keep the boy by his side. With the friendless smile he could give, Winter led Ivan out of the cart where they proceeded to his room. Winter wanted to speak to the boy first and learn more about him before they started any training. Ivan followed silently behind him, looking all around the courtyard with curiosity. Winter let the boy enter his room first before closing the door behind them.

“Please, sit.” Winter pointed him to the small table in the corner and Ivan sat down, looking at the floor. “How old are you?” Ivan shrugged his shoulders. “How old were you when you were taken from your home?” Ivan flinched at the word ‘home’ but answered him.

“Empire…take me…very little.” He spoke with a heavy accent but held up ten fingers.

“How long were you at your last master’s house? How many summers have you seen before you came here?” Ivan was silent for a moment and then held up three fingers. “So you are thirteen years old then. That’s a fair age to begin warrior training.” He saw Ivan lift his head to look at him with curiosity. “You are still a slave, that will never change but you won’t just be doing housework and tending to animals. You’re going to be a strong fighter and I’m going to train you in the art of combat.”

“I…fight?”

“Yes. You have no choice in the matter. This is the position you are given and you will do your absolute best to become a top fighter here at Nazun house. You will be training with me and I will warn you, I do not go easy on my subordinates. Your skin is flawless now but after our first training session you will be racked with pain and exhaustion. We start now.” He tossed the wooden sword to Ivan who caught it in both arms. The boy looked at it curiously before turning his eyes back up to Winter’s and holding the sword by the hilt. He stood up from the chair and remained motionless for a moment before he gave a curt nod.

“Good boy.”

“Now he’s a goddamn brat.” Winter said to himself as he began preparing for training. “I have a feeling that he may just try to kill me one day…he has the murderous intent.” He smirked. “I’d cut him down to size with one stroke. It is so true what they say…children grow up to disappoint you.”

The day went by in a haze for Ivan after hearing the news of him possibly being sold to the Emperor. His training today was weak and his chores were done carelessly, his mind preoccupied with the thought of leaving Alfred. Just the thought of it actually brought tears to his eyes and made his heartbeat echo in his ears. His heart ached with the idea of loss and emptiness that he was already feeling, and he hadn’t even been sold yet. The feeling was dreadful and he contemplated ripping his heart out from his chest to stop the pain. He didn’t want to live if he couldn’t have Alfred by his side. To never again hear his laughter or see his bright smile. Ivan’s life would be nothing but blood and dirt, full of cheering crowds and shining armor. Imagining those sounds made his ears feel like they were bleeding. It was as if his whole body was ready to explode from the despair or he would simply just go mad. It was the lack of control he had over his own body making him feel this way. He was a slave and a prisoner who was allowed no will of his own. He was nothing more than livestock to be traded or paid for. No one cared what his thoughts or feelings were and he couldn’t take it anymore. He would be taken away from the love of his life and be stripped of his self-worth. Suicide would be the easiest way to end his suffering and spare him the pain of Alfred’s tears when they would separate.

‘Alfred…’ Ivan looked up to the sky and felt the light raindrops hit his heated skin. It had been many days since they last had rain and the cool air was slowly beginning to calm his nerves.

“Hey you! Slave!” Ivan turned and glared at the guard who addressed him. “The master wants you up at the house. Hurry there before you track in mud!”

Ivan glared at the guard’s back as he followed the man into the house before the rain feel harder from the sky. He knew the master was calling him up to the house to tell him that he was being sold. With every step Ivan’s anger grew and he was proud of the fact that he chose to hide his dagger within in scarf today. He just may have need for it and the foolish guard had forgotten to check him. Since he was always such a ‘good’ slave they were more lax with him. Little did they know that Ivan had a dark force inside him that was starting to emerge. However, when the guard let him into the room where his Master was, he was surprised to find Alfred in there with him. Ivan looked at his lover who was dressed in a simple pink tunic with pearls adorning his head and neck. The arm and ankle bands showed his status as a slave and he blushed softly when Ivan first looked at him. The door was closed behind him and two guards remained at the entrance. There were three more who were positioned further back in the room, armed with shields and swords.

“Good to see you here, my little snowball! And just in time to help darling little Alfred get ready for his ‘special’ night. You see, little Alfred is scared of the client he has to fuck and I thought to myself; why don’t I have you, his favorite lover, help ‘ease’ him into it?” He smirked.

“Master…I don’t think I understand.” Ivan said flatly, trying to hold his anger in check.

“Stupid slave.” He chuckled. “I want you to prepare your lover for penetration, of course! ‘Ease’ him into it, yes? I’m sure he’ll feel much more comfortable if you get him excited first. Then he can just lay back and let the client do as he pleases. I’m only thinking about Alfred’s comfort.”

‘No you’re not…you’re only thinking about your own pleasure you sick fuck.’ Ivan said to himself.

“Go one then, little one. Go to your lover like a good boy.”

Sardar handed Alfred a small bottle and slapped his ass to get him to move faster. Alfred quickly went over to Ivan and leaned into him. Ivan wrapped his arms around his lover and held him close, resting his cheek on his wheat colored hair. Ivan’s muscles were clenching in rage and his grip was tightening around Alfred’s waist. Alfred must have sensed his anger because the smaller arms wrapped around him and he whispered ‘just do it’ against his chest. Alfred’s hands traced the scars of Ivan’s last whipping and he understood what his lover meant by his submissive words. He did not want to see Ivan hurt like this again and it was better to just do as he was told. Ivan could not deny his sweet little lover anything, even if it was against his better judgment.

“I’m sorry, Ivan…I’m so sorry.” Alfred whispered against his neck but pressed the bottle into his hand.

“Go ahead, you can kiss him! Make him feel more comfortable.” Sardar said in a sickening sweet voice that made Ivan’s blood boil with each word.

Alfred wasted no time in sliding his arms around Ivan’s neck and leaning up to kiss him. Ivan closed his eyes and held Alfred’s hips to avoid his lower back. It had been a while since they were able to share a kiss like this and Alfred only wished it were a different place and time. He pulled his mouth away, panting softly against Ivan’s lips. Ivan’s eyes were clouded with sadness and Alfred’s own were beginning to sting with tears. He knew this had to be killing Ivan inside. Sardar was doing this on purpose for his own sick pleasure and if thoughts could kill, then the man would be gutted on the spot. He heard Sardar say something along the lines of ‘speed it up’ so with a heavy blush, Alfred lowered his hands to lift up the bottom of his tunic. He felt Ivan open the bottle behind him and gasped softly when he felt those slick calloused fingers rubbing at his entrance. He let out a gasp when one was pushed into him, pressing deep. His arms wrapped around his neck once again and he stood on his tiptoes at the pleasure he was feeling. Ivan added another and parted them inside, stretching Alfred’s inner muscles. Alfred moaned and pressed down against those thick fingers, feeling himself start to get hard against Ivan’s lower stomach. His lover was feeling the same as he felt the familiar hardness press against his own. Alfred couldn’t help but kiss him again, shoving his tongue inside to meet Ivan’s. The man never failed to turn him on, even in a situation like this one. He loved Ivan so much that just a single thought of the man filled him with excitement and joy. The tears started to trickle from his eyes when the third finger was added, pressing against his sweet spot and turning his knees to water. Alfred’s pleasured shudder was the signal for Sardar to stop the preparation.

“Enough! Save some for the client!” Alfred whined weakly as he felt Ivan’s fingers leave his body. He didn’t care if Sardar yelled at him but he shared another deep kiss with Ivan. “Alright, break it up! You have a job to do!” Alfred was reluctant to pull his lips away and he did it slowly, staring into Ivan’s violet eyes and silently asking for forgiveness. Ivan responded with a nod and Alfred untangled his arms from his neck. Just before he turned away, Ivan pulled him back into a tight embrace, crushing his lips to the Alfred’s. “Enough already! You want me to hurt him because you’re not listening?” Alfred quickly pushed away from Ivan but the larger man held on to his hand. Alfred gave him a pained look before he pulled his hand out of Ivan’s grasp.

“Alfred…” Ivan whispered his name as he watched his lover slowly walk across the room and to a door that housed the client. Alfred kept looking back at him until he reached the door. He knew his lover couldn’t bear to look at him again as he entered the room, closing the door with a soft click. Ivan’s chest was heaving and his blood was boiling. He looked at his coated fingers and they could still feel Alfred’s heat around them. Sardar looked pleased with himself and must have gotten aroused a bit, for he was showing a slight tent in his pants. How dare the man make him do such a thing like prepare his beloved for another! Ivan would see this man bleed and it would be done by his own hands.

“Quite the show you put on! I’m impressed, little snowball! I can tell Alfred really loves you and I have to admit it’s very touching.” His words were a mantra of sarcasm. “It’s a shame I have to sell you, though. You’re a marvelous fighter and I’d hate to loose you, as I’m sure Alfred would be overcome with grief as well.” He went over to the small table to pour himself some wine; and that was when Ivan made his move. Stricken with grief, despair, and anger Ivan pulled out his knife. The guards jumped at the sudden swift movement from him.

“MASTER SARDAR!” One shouted and as Sardar turned around Ivan’s dagger met with his throat, slicing it clean through. His life’s blood hissed and poured from the open the wound as the man’s twitching body slid to the floor.

Ivan swiftly turned and ducked the guard’s sword swing, grabbing his waist and tossing the man over his head. Another guard shouted and ran at him but Ivan grabbed his wrist and snapped it right there. The man cried out and fell to the floor and Ivan took up his sword. The remaining three all charged at him at once but Ivan met them head on. Blinded by his black rage and furious anger, he ducked and sliced through the middle guard’s belly. He turned on his heel and lifted his forearm to block the guard’s attempt at a headshot. Ivan shot his leg out to lock against his ankle and knock the man off his feet. The last guard tried to run Ivan shot out after him and grabbed the man by his dark hair. The man cried out but was quickly silenced as Ivan’s sword stuck through his throat. Letting the body fall, Ivan went to the remaining guards who were still alive and ended their suffering swiftly. He picked up another sword and stormed over to the door where Alfred was.

“WHAT IS GOING ON OUT HERE?” Shouted the elderly man who was Alfred’s client. Just as the man had opened the door, Ivan’s swords crossed and lopped off his head in one swift move.

“IVAN!” Alfred screamed as the man was beheaded right before his eyes. “IVAN WHAT-“ Ivan dropped the other sword and quickly grabbed Alfred’s wrists, pulling him from the bed.

“WE’RE GETTING OUT OF HERE!”

Alfred had no time to speak as he was pulled from the room and forced to keep up with Ivan’s running. The sounds of fighting had alerted other guards and they moved to surround and take him down. Ivan would have none of it and they were no match for his superior fighting skills. The guards were nothing more than tiny flies and his sword sliced and stabbed easily through their flesh. This was a gigantic risk he was taking but his mind was solely focused on killing everyone that stood in his way of freedom. One false move and they would be caught and killed for their treachery.

Ivan knew the front door would be a madhouse of guards so when they were close to the entrance he made a detour to the window. He killed one or two guards nearby and used his sword to smash the glass of the window. It shattered into thousands of pieces and he jumped out. He lifted Alfred up and through easily. He knew Alfred was shouting at him and he was scared but there was no time for talk. The rain would shield them briefly as they made their escape, the heavy drops smacking against their bodies as they ran through the main entranceway. By now word has spread of their escape but they were out on the road, free from their prison. Ivan couldn’t believe it! He had actually done it! He took the risk and he used his skills to do it. He got his revenge on the Empire; even if it was a small victory. He had taken control of his life and he had saved his Alfred from all his suffering! He was unable to save his sisters but at least he was able to save his love. His heart was racing and the rain pounded in his ears but all he could see were the lights from the city. There they could hide! There they would be safe until they could get to the mountains! All his previous doubts were absent from his mind and it was focused on getting to those lights.

“WE DID ALFRED! WE DID IT!”

“IVAAAAAAN!”

Alfred screamed through the rain and Ivan’s happiness was suddenly cut short. Ivan and Alfred had to come to an abrupt halt as the screeching cry of a horse slid in front of their path. The monstrous animal reared before them and Ivan quickly pulled Alfred into him, backing away from the one person he knew it would be. The sword was raised high in the air, its blade flashing in the lightening. Ivan shoved Alfred behind him and shuffled them further away from the horse as it reared again and Winter shook off his hood to reveal himself.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO RUN NOW? INSOLENT WHELPS!”

End Chapter 6 TBC

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