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***Warnings: Soft-core yaoi, language, violence, slight humor

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Chapter 6: The Only One For Me Is You

‘Ivan?’ Came the knock at the door. ‘Ivan, are you in there? Why aren’t you picking up your cell?’

Ivan peeked his head out from under the covers of his bed at Gilbert’s voice. He did not want to get out of bed to open the lock but Gilbert’s knocking was drilling a hole through his already aching head. He mumbled ‘coming’ as loud as his hoarse voice would allow him. Wrapping the old quilt around his shoulders he shuffled his way to the door and unlocked it. He opened the door for Gilbert who just gave him a flat stare.

‘Did you get the number of that truck that hit you?’

‘Cute.’ Ivan responded flatly and sniffled. ‘Why are you here? Go away.’ Gilbert clutched at his heart.

‘I came all this way to check on you and that’s how you repay me? By telling me to go away?’

‘Oh, whatever!’ Ivan’s flu was too much for him at the moment and Gilbert was already grating on his nerves. The man hadn’t even been here for more than five minutes and Ivan contemplated on tossing him out the window. He wasn’t the happiest sick person.

‘Seriously dude, you’re fucked up right now. Come on, let’s get you back into bed.’ Gilbert locked the door behind them and ushered Ivan back to his bedroom where the larger man collapsed. Ivan gave a squeaky moan from the mattress and Gilbert chuckled. ‘Don’t worry, Dr. Gilbert is here to take care of you! I’ll make you all better lickety-split!’ Ivan opened on violet eye.

‘ “Lickety-split?” I’m doomed.’ He said to himself. One word a person does not want to hear from their pseudo-doctor is ‘lickety-split’, especially if that doctor was Gilbert.

‘Okay, first thing’s first! I’m going to make you the best homemade chicken noodle soup!’ Gilbert held up a grocery store bag and grinned. ‘Then while that is cooking I’ll clean up a little around the place for you.’

‘Oh…no, you don’t have to do that.’ He whispered hoarsely. Gilbert was a shitty housekeeper.

‘Don’t be so modest, Yeti!” He ruffled Ivan’s hair and the large man let out a grunt. ‘I’ll get your laundry done too! You’re sick and you need your rest! Do you want our boss coming here and seeing you like this?’ Ivan shook his head. ‘Good, then it’s settled. You wait here!’

Ivan only had a view of the kitchen so he watched as Gilbert prepared the soup. His body ached terribly and he wanted to rip out all his top teeth to stop the pain. He was caught between a bad sinus infection or the flu, or perhaps a combination of both. With one phone call, Ivan could have one of his fellow members illegally prescribe some type of antibiotic to knock it out of him. The only downfall of that would be that he appeared weak and could be taken out by a simple flu bug. So he had to suffer in silence. But now Hurricane Gilbert had entered his living quarters to play ‘doctor’. Ivan feared the day when Gilbert would move in with him.

‘Okay, big guy! Let’s sit you up!’

Ivan turned his head from the pillow and gasped softly. Draped over Gilbert’s hand was his pink scarf, damp with hot water and steaming slightly. In his other hand Gilbert held a bottle of vapor rub. That was his favorite scarf! Without a word he sat up in a stoned daze and ignored the smell of the vapor rub. Gilbert’s hand rubbed some of the medical lotion on his neck and wrapped the hot scarf around as well. Next, Ivan was pushed to the bed while Gilbert put more on his chest, rubbing gently. Ivan was more concerned with his scarf now drenched in vapor rub.

‘I’m not sure if that does anything but my grandma did it for me all the time when I was sick. It should clear your sinuses quickly.’

‘G-Gilbert…’

‘Yeah?’

‘Y-You ruined this scarf…it was my favorite…the only thing I have from Russia.’

‘What? Oh…oh shit…I’m sorry, Ivan! I didn’t know! Aw man, I feel horrible now! Don’t worry, I’ll have it dry cleaned properly and it will be back to normal, you’ll see! Just lie back and try to rest. I’m going to go check on the soup.’

Ivan just whimpered and moaned pitifully in the bed while the clanging sound of dinnerware pounded in his head. He twitched when he heard something break but he was too sick to even care about it right now. He must have fallen asleep for a short bit because when he opened his eyes again Gilbert was holding a steaming bowl of soup.

‘Time to eat! I just tasted it and it’s deeeee-licious!’ Ivan whimpered but sat up heavily in the bed and reached for the bowl. “Nuh uh! I’m gonna feed ya!’

‘What?’ Ivan frowned. ‘I can feed myself.’

‘I want to do it! I used to do it for Ludwig all the time. Now open up.’ Gilbert took some soup on the soup and blew on it.

‘I suppose there is no harm in it…’

Ivan opened his mouth and took the spoonful of soup. The warm liquid stung his throat a bit but the warmth in his belly made him sigh. The soup was better than he thought it would be. He let Gilbert continue to feed him until the bowl was empty. Now that he had some real food in his stomach he felt better but not by a lot. He still had a fever, the chills, body aches, sore throat, ears aches, everything. He would welcome death right about now.

It was then that he felt Gilbert shuffling around his room and slide into bed beside him. The man cuddled up against him, something Gilbert liked to do often when they were alone. He would burrow his head in Ivan’s neck and literally latch on to him like a leech. Ivan whispered to his lover that he didn’t want him to get sick but the other just shrugged his shoulders. He couldn’t bear to turn the other away nor did he have the strength to even do so. Instead, Ivan smiled softly through his illness and held the other close. This was nice, having some to take care of him when he was sick like this. He hadn’t been taken care of since he ran away from home. A home cooked meal was a nice treat.

‘Thank you, Gilbie.’ He whispered and kissed the top of that beautiful white hair.

However, the next couple of days while Ivan recovered were ones he would never forget. Gilbert was indeed a very bad housekeeper. Ivan bit his lip when Gilbert came back from the laundry mat, having mixed the whites with the darks. Some of the darks had run and clashed with the whites. Gilbert tried to cover it up by saying tie-dye was still in and that he was only trying to get him into style. One thing Ivan was not was hip and stylish. Whatever fit for the right price and in solid tones were enough for him.

Not only that, but he had brought Feliciano over with him one day because he had to borrow the other’s vacuum. Ivan just sat in the bed and watched the cleaning unfold. Feliciano had even brought an extra blanket for him that he himself no longer needed. Ivan was grateful for the clean comforter and thanked Feli for all his help. The young man was always sympathetic to him, even if he was afraid to be in his presence alone. If Ludwig wasn’t such a control freak then Feliciano would have Ivan invited over all the time to spend dinners and holidays with them. The comforter also had to make up for the few broken dishes and one glass. In the end the apartment was clean but Ivan feared he lost more than he gained.

‘Thank you for your help, Gil-“ Ivan suddenly noticed that Gilbert was gone and the apartment was empty once again. He started to panic and jumped out of the bed, looking all around for either one of them. In the kitchen sat only the old pizza box on the counter and the half drunken beer. ‘No…no he was just here! He was just HERE! GILBERT!’

Ivan’s eyes shot open, his breath coming in heavy gulps and his brow sweating like mad. He swallowed hard and glanced around to find Kiku beside him, wearing a soft look of concern. It must have been just a dream.

“Welcome back. You caught a fever.” Kiku said softly and wet the cloth once again to place on his forehead.

“Fever? That’s weird…I was fine when I…went to bed.”

“It is strange…but whatever happened seems to be over now. You gave everyone quite a scare.”

“What did I do?”

“You kept hearing voices and you believed to have seen the ghost of your dead Gilbert.” Ivan sat up with a sigh, holding the cold cloth to his head.

“I did see it…it had to be him.”

“I think it was just your fever mixing with your grief. Please lie back down.” Ivan did so.

“I don’t know what it is…but it was strange. I could hear a song he used to play and I could even smell him! How do you explain that?”

“Hmm…I’m afraid we really don’t have an answer for you. Arthur and I think you may be channeling the other world but everything about you is very strange, Ivan. We are just as confused as you are. But try to rest now. Your fever already seems to be breaking. Arthur’s tonics work very well.” Kiku smiled.

“Where is Gilbert? I mean, this world’s Gilbert?”

“He came back early this morning from a walk. He was told of what happened and your current condition. He did come in to see you but you were deep asleep…and you were dreaming.”

“It started out as a dream and then turned into a nightmare…I feel empty all over again.” Ivan covered his face with his hands. “Don’t think me rude…but I would like some time to myself, okay Kiku? Thank you for your care.”

“Oh, yes, of course. I understand. Please remain in bed until the afternoon. Someone will come and check on you periodically. Good day, Ivan.”

Ivan kept his back turned to the door but heard Kiku go out. He could feel his body heat start to lower as his fever dropped but he didn’t feel any better. Right now it was more grief and loneliness than fever. That memory filled him with such joy and then it was taken away from him. He had to stop thinking of the past. The bad memories only ate away at his soul and he feared they would slowly drive him mad. And those voices…what were they? Ivan sometimes used to hear voices in his head when he was little but these were different. These were just ramblings and muttering, not voices telling him to do something bad or cause some trouble. Just when he thought he could solve this puzzle another jigsaw piece would be tossed his way. What was he to do?

“I must have Gilbert again. I must. I must. I must!” He repeated out loud to himself. “I know when I have won his heart once again those bad memories will fade and make room for new ones. I will not give up!”

Gilbert whistled as he walked the halls of the castle, making his way to his brother’s throne room. What had happened to Ivan while he was away gave him the creeps. He found it strangely odd for the man to be talking about ‘his’ ghost roaming the halls. It was too close to a death wish for his tastes so aside from checking on him, Gilbert planned to keep his distance from Ivan. Just for a bit. At least until the Winter Festival, which was the reason for going to see his little brother.

The guards bowed to him and allowed entrance to the throne room. Gilbert was dressed in his black robes with white trim, one of the most classic styles of their clerics. He liked to wear red because it upset the balance of the cleric order and it tickled him to cause their inner mayhem. Ludwig also preferred this set of robes on him and if he were to get what he wanted from his brother he would have to play by his rules.

“Good morning, brother.” Ludwig said to him from his throne. He was alone in the room except for a servant who was taking away his breakfast plate. “You were gone an awfully long time. Did something happen?”

“Nope. Nothing happened. I just like to give you gray hairs.” Gilbert smirked and plopped himself long ways in Ludwig’s lap, making the man give out a slight ‘oof’. “Have I told you what an awesome job you’re doing of running our kingdom?” Ludwig sighed and rolled his eyes.

“What is it that you want?” Gilbert pouted.

“You always assume I want something! Maybe I just want to show my baby brother how pleased I am of him! Growing in to such a fine strong man!” He pinched at Ludwig’s cheeks and the man gave a warning hiss for him to stop. And he did.

“I will ask this again only once. What is it that you want of me? Speak now or get off of my lap.” Ludwig warned and kept his stoic persona.

“You are such a douche.” Gilbert muttered and took Ludwig’s crown, placing it on his own head. “I simply require an extra bit of Winter Festival allowance!” Ludwig’s upper lip lifted in the corner.

“I already gave you your allowance for the festival. What more could you possibly need? Between you and Feli you’ll bankrupt us all.” Gilbert chuckled.

“I’m not asking for much, darling little brother. I simply want a few more accessories to make me extra classy. Shall I bring up what happened last year?” Ludwig shuddered.

“How about you simply control yourself and act your position? I’m sorry but the answer is no.” Gilbert fell limp on Ludwig’s lap and started some fake coughing.

“I’m so sick! I…I don’t think…I’ll live to the festival…I’m going to that big cloud in the sky!” He dramatically reached up to the ceiling. “Only…only ten gold coins…will ease my…my suffering.”

“Gilbert, that hasn’t worked with me since you were ten!” Gilbert sat up again and gave an angry pout. “Just what accessories do you need to get?”

“Some tassels for my horse to start. I want to dye my cloak and gloves black and I want those white boots I saw in the city store window. That’s all!” He bats his white eyelashes at Ludwig and gives a sweet-as-candy smile.

“But you’re entire outfit is white…wouldn’t you rather wear black boots to match with the gloves and cloak?” Gilbert thought for a moment.

“You’re right. Then I want black boots with WHITE accents! Come on, Luddy. You know I don’t ask you for much!” Ludwig raised an eyebrow in shock.

“You shake me down for money all the time. Gilbert, you are not just my brother but my ward as well. And I am your king.”

“So what does that have to do with giving me money?” Ludwig cleared his throat.

“It means that I am responsible for your comfort and care.” He lifted Gilbert in his arms as he stood up and placed him on his feet. “But it says nothing in the law scrolls about ‘play’ money. Stick with what you have.” Gilbert’s jaw dropped at the denial.

“But that’s not fair! You gave Feliciano money to go and buy a new muff!”

“Feliciano is the future queen of our kingdom. He has to show off his wealth and status. You are a cleric. A priest. You do not need to be flaunting your power and wealth around. You are to be humble and give to the people. How would they feel if you’re parading by them on your horse dressed in only the finest materials?” Gilbert crossed his arms and tapped his foot in annoyance.

“You want me to drop kick your ass across this hall? Because you know I will.”

“Touching the king in a rough manner is punishable by imprisonment.”

“Well my fist says differently. You wanna rumble, teacake?!”

“Childish insults will get you no where.” Ludwig crossed his arms. “You are my ward, not just my brother. I have given you my ruling and I expect no more trash talk. You will wear what you already have.” Gilbert stomped his foot.

“NOT FAIR!”

“Your king has spoken.” Ludwig sat proudly on his throne but not before taking the crown from Gilbert’s head.

“Oh, you spoiled brat! You know what?! I have the right mind to- forget it! Just keep oppressing me like you always have!” Ludwig rolled his eyes and mouthed the words Gilbert had just said, for he said the last part very often to get his way.

“Gilbert, I have always given you my loyalty and support.” Gilbert wouldn’t look at him and Ludwig rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Go to the treasury and take out ten gold. No more than ten. The treasurer will document.” Gilbert turned to him and grinned.

“Thank you, your HIGHNESS!” Gilbert bowed low to him. “I promise to be on my best behavior.” He crossed his fingers behind his back.

“See that you do.” Just before Gilbert could leave Ludwig’s voice stopped him. “Gilbert!” Gilbert turned to look at him. “Why the sudden need to outshine others? Are you trying to…impress someone?” Ludwig tried not to let Gilbert see his white-knuckle grip on the chair arms.

“I just want to look good this year. There’s no harm in that.”

“For you there is.”

“Brother, trust me. I know what I am doing.” Gilbert smiled at him. “See ya around!”

The next day came the arrival of the Winter Festival. Ivan has spent the rest of the day in bed and Gilbert had been out shopping. Today, Ivan was feeling much better and fully charged. He smiled at his reflection while he admired his champion clothes. He chose to wear all black but had a deep purple cloak delivered to him. Ludwig must have been his generous donor because the clothes were of rich fabric. The only thing ‘poor’ on him was his scarf but that was a must have for him. And he couldn’t wait to see Gilbert! Ivan was certain the man would look stunning in his holiday clothes. Perhaps, by some chance, this festival will be just as fun for the both of them as the carnival was.

Once he was dressed properly a cleric lead him to the stables where the royal horses were being prepared. Everyone was there except for Gilbert and Ivan looked around for him. Ludwig was with Feliciano, Kiku was beside them, and Arthur was already sitting atop of his horse. Ivan was thrilled that Alfred was nowhere to be seen but he was certain the demon would show up. Ivan went up to Ludwig and bowed in greeting.

“Good morning, your highness.”

“Good morning, Ivan. You are looking much better.” Ludwig responded simply.

“Yes, I am feeling much better. It is an honor to ride behind you on this day.” ‘So I can stare at not just one horses’ ass but two.’ Ivan chuckled to himself.

“I thank you for that. I will be introducing you as our champion, so do your best to appear confident and strong. The people are depending on you.” Ivan smiled happily and folded his hands behind his back.

“I look forward to serving the good people of this world. But I would like to see this tear some day. I still don’t know what it looks like.” Ludwig nodded.

“You may ride out with some men after the festivities are over to see it. Kiku can be your guide.”

“Ah, thank you.” Ivan looked around again. “Where is Gilbert?” Ludwig frowned.

“He is running a few minutes late.”

“Not anymore! The life of the party has arrived!” Everyone turned to the sound of Gilbert’s voice and Ivan’s expression turned to instant awe.

Gilbert was dressed in a white under tunic as well as an over tunic. His boots went up past his knees and were laced with white. His cloak was black velvet with white rabbit fur for top and bottom trim. The hood was the same and he was currently wearing it. On his belt he carried his whip and sword but nothing else. Ivan pressed his knees together a bit to keep the beginning of an erection from happening. He wondered how he would get through the day with Gilbert looking as ravishing as he did? This world was unfair!

“You look wonderful, Gilbert!” Feliciano clapped his hands happily.

“Yes, I know.” Gilbert boasted and gave a smug smile. “I’m ready for a day of fun!”

“Just behave. That’s all I ask.” Ludwig said with a sigh. “Everyone, mount your horses.”

Gilbert was the first to mount his and the others all followed suit, except for Ivan. He was still having trouble properly lifting himself onto the saddle. He could hear Arthur chuckling and he muttered a curse under his breath. He gasped slightly when he felt the back of his pants being lifted. His body was lifted in the air and carefully placed on the saddle. Gilbert burst out laughing as well and Ivan turned to glare at him. Ivan knew it was Arthur who had used magic to lift him up like that and he made a mental note to get back at the sorcerer. Ivan would not be made a fool of.

“Arthur, refrain from that in the future.” Ludwig stated flatly and Arthur nodded but kept his smirk.

The six men rode off to the main city streets. The main street was gloriously decorated with banners, holly and greenery. The people and venders were littering the streets with cheers and applause while the six rode through. They would stop in the town square where the main festivities would take place, such as plays, talent shows, dancing, games and music.

Ivan hardly noticed the crowds of people but kept his eyes focused on Gilbert’s back. Gilbert waved to the people and Ivan couldn’t help but smile. He was waiting for his lover to ride out of rank and grandstand for all to see. Today would be a great day for courting Gilbert! Everything was decorated nicely and celebrations always helped the ‘getting to know you’ process. Sharing in fun activities never fail. Ivan was able to acquire some gold from the treasurer under Ludwig’s command. It wasn’t much but he was determined to spend it all on Gilbert. When and how he was still unsure but when the moment was right, he’d know.

The town square was filled with people as well. A stage sat in the center and a large canopy dais stood some feet away from it. There were six chairs lined up on the dais with Ludwig’s being the biggest and most decorative. Feliciano’s was the second largest in size while the others remained all the same. But one chair that stood on the other side of Ludwig’s had a cross on it, which would be Gilbert’s chair.

Ivan made sure he was able to sit next to Gilbert even if that meant ‘accidently’ shoving Arthur out of his way. He pretended to trip on a roll in the dais rug to claim his spot immediately. He smiled at Arthur’s glare and wiggled his shoulders slightly in his small victory. Gilbert sat down beside him and sat with poise, lowering his hood to reveal the white hair. Ivan wanted to reach out and touch it but he controlled his hand. Gilbert said nothing to him and Ivan wondered if he should initiate the conversation. He wondered briefly if Ludwig told Gilbert that they couldn’t communicate while out today. Either way that shouldn’t make a difference. Ivan decided to try.

“Good morning, Gilbert.” Gilbert turned his pink eyes to him and Ivan’s heart leaped.

“Morning, Ivan! I was wondering when you were going to say something to me.” Ivan pouted.

“I wasn’t sure if I was allowed. I took the chance. May I say that you look absolutely beautiful today?” Gilbert smirked.

“You may. I never get tired of hearing the truth.” Ivan smiled and leaned in closer to him only to have Gilbert’s gloved hand cover his face and push him back. “Not here. My brother is right next to me. He’s getting ready for his speech.”

“A speech? Oh, I suppose that means he’ll be introducing me. I guess I should pay attention.”

“That would be wise. After that…I’ll take you for a tour of the fair grounds. Just the two of us.”

Ivan saw the little flirtatious sideways glance Gilbert gave him and his whole body tingled. That was an invitation he couldn’t pass up. He would have answered but Ludwig took the floor and Gilbert silenced him. Ivan barely listened to Ludwig’s speech, keeping his eyes glued to Gilbert’s perfect profile. Once his name began to come up in the speech he forced himself to appear interested. Ludwig was explaining how he had appeared in this world and that he may be able to save it. Ivan pouted his lip a bit because he KNEW he could save this world. He was only a little bit full of himself, which was one of the reasons he and Gilbert got along so well.

“I present to you our champion, Tsar Ivan!” The crowd cheered and Ivan just sat there, confused.

“Stand up you dingbat!” Gilbert hissed at him and Ivan quickly rose to his feet, giving a few waves and feeling extremely uncomfortable. “Now sit down!” Ivan listened to him and Ludwig continued on with his speech. “Didn’t you know you were going to be introduced?”

“I did…I guess I just forgot?”

“Are you shy?” Gilbert asked with a smirk.

“Well…I usually don’t like being the center of attention for things like this.” Being a gang member meant doing things silently and drawing as little attention as possible. “That was always one of the things that attracted me to you. How open you were. You were never ashamed to just wing it and have a good time.”

“I’m still that way. Just wait until the dancing starts! You’re dancing with me, right?” Ivan scratched his cheek.

“Um…I rather just watch you dance.”

“Private dance session then.” Gilbert said and Ivan heard alarm bells going off in his head.

Private dance session, when Gilbert said it, always meant exotic dancing. Gilbert danced only for him in the privacy of their apartment. The man knew how to be everything. Sweet, yet sharp. Gentle, yet tough. Prudish, yet incredibly seductive. Gilbert could dance with all the skills of a talented stripper as well as beat a man up within an inch of his life. If only the world knew the Gilbert HE knew…

“Does this mean you have come to accept my courting?” Ivan asked him.

“The little poem was nice but you haven’t won me yet.”

“Um…what about the flowers? The ones you gave to the goat?” Gilbert blinked.

“Oh…you gave me those?” Ivan nodded sadly. “Oops.”

“That’s alright. I plan to continue to court you more. But please…be honest with me. The ‘private dance session’…do you really mean that or are you just teasing me? Because I swear…if you actually do that for me I will buy you anything you want today! I will do anything you want! Just please tell me you meant it!” He whined to him and prayed that he received the answer he hoped.

“I will leave that up to you to figure out.” Gilbert smirked. “We have the entire day for you to find out.”

“Why do you continue to tease me like this?”

“I enjoy making you squirm.” Gilbert sat up proudly, puffing out his chest. Ivan leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

“One day I will have YOU squirming beneath ME.” Gilbert blushed angrily at that.

“After the way I caught you fucking Alfred? Fat chance. You won’t get that for a long, long time.”

“I beg to differ. You know you want me, Gilbert…and I want you.” Gilbert cleared his throat.

“If you work hard…then maybe what you want may come faster.” Ivan smiled at the hint of smirk on Gilbert’s lip. He was playing hard to get…and it was turning out to be more of a challenge the second time around. Ivan knew Gilbert was over the whole Alfred thing but the man was going to use it to his advantage as often as he can. “Shh. The play is starting!”

Ivan didn’t care about the play for his mind was busy conjuring up images of a dancing Gilbert. Usually, Gilbert would slowly strip his clothes as he danced but this would be the first time seeing him strip cleric robes. And they would be real cleric robes too! Not the cheap kind one buys in a sex shop. How devilishly delightful! He would gladly be Gilbert’s bitch for the rest of the day if it meant THAT.

“Did you like it?”

“Hm?” Ivan turned to look at Gilbert who had asked him the question. “Like what?”

“The play, asshole!”

“Oh! Yes. Yes it was very entertaining!” Gilbert didn’t believe him and Ivan gave a sheepish smile. Ludwig stood up from his chair and turned to them.

“Gilbert, remember to be on your best behavior. Feliciano and I are going to tour the grounds. Remember your alms and try to look like you believe in a deity?”

“Of course. Have fun, brother!” Gilbert waved and Ludwig gave Ivan a warning glare before leaving the dais. “Let’s go!”

Ivan followed Gilbert away from the dais and out into the fair grounds. They first had to stop by the other clerics while they gave out their alms. Ivan had to stand in the background while the donations were handed out to only a small number of individuals. He noticed Gilbert paid more attention to the mothers and their children as well as the elderly. The blessings Gilbert gave along with the alms must be hard for him yet he made it seem believable. Gilbert would play along with almost anything if he knew people cared enough about it.

Once that was through the pair continued on through the fair grounds. Gilbert had them stop at a pie stand and he licked his lips at each steaming pie. The vender gave it to Gilbert for free since he was a priest. Ivan chuckled at the blessing Gilbert gave the man in thanks for his pie. They wove through the crowd and took a seat on a vacant bench.

“Share this with me?” Gilbert asked him.

“Sure, what kind is it?” Ivan took a seat next to him.

“Smells like a game pie of some kind. I’ll figure it out!” Gilbert pulled off his glove with his teeth and stuck his hand inside the pie. Ivan tilted his head and watched as Gilbert used his back teeth to tear at the goop-covered meat. “Goose. Try some!”

“Um…”

“Don’t be such a girl, Ivan! Shove your hand in there and take a piece!” Ivan removed his own glove and reached inside the already made hole, pulling out a handful of dripping meat. “There’s a big man! Eat that goose!”

“Shut up.”

Ivan took a bite and let the warm meat rest on his tongue. It had tasted better than it looked yet it had a bit of an aftertaste. Gilbert continued to eat his half and left the rest of Ivan. He pulled a cloth from his robes and wiped his hand clean before giving it to the other. Their bellies full, Gilbert immediately found a beer vender and bought them both a mug.

“Let’s drink to the festivities!” Gilbert toasted loudly and slammed his mug into Ivan’s, spilling the beverage a bit.

“Yes. To us.” Ivan said seriously and Gilbert flushed a bit, trying to hide it by drinking his beer.

“Come on! We got some games to play and dancing to do!”

“Can’t we just sit and drink?” Ivan pleaded.

“Nope! I challenge YOU to any game that I fancy! And I will easily beat you at each one!” Ivan smiled at that.

“Well, I can never say no to a challenge. Lead on, Livingston.”

On the opposite side of the fair grounds, Ludwig was walking arm and arm with Feliciano. Everywhere they went they were greeted with bows and well wishes. Many people seemed to ignore Feliciano and focus on Ludwig instead. Feliciano knew it was because of his status as a nobody and there was not a person alive in the kingdom who didn’t know what had happened to him that night in the tavern. To the few who chose to sneer or put their noses up to him were immediately arrested by Ludwig’s orders. The guards escorting them would take the offending people away. Feliciano moved his hands up to wrap around Ludwig’s thicker arm as a nobleman approached them.

“Good day to you, your highness. My Lord Vargas.” The man removed his hat as he bowed to them.

“You are in my presence again, Lord Bailey. Tell me you wish to speak of something different that does not concern courting my brother?”

“I’m afraid you’ve seen right through me, sire. I wanted to double my offer for the chance at courting. Remember what I can bring to your kingdom. Vast lands rich in fertile crops come springtime. I have a very powerful stronghold that will keep your brother safe from all harm.” Feliciano looked up at Ludwig, wondering about his answer.

“I would rather not speak of business during the holiday celebration, Lord Bailey. I’m afraid my answer will have to be ‘no’ for today.”

“But, your highness-“

“Enjoy the festivities. Let’s go, Feli.” Ludwig led him away from the nobleman and Feliciano took a peek back at the man. “Pay him no mind.”

“He offered you double, Ludwig…are you going to consider it?” Ludwig looked down at him, straight faced.

“Do you want me to?” Feliciano shook his head and looked down at the street.

“Um…that’s not really up for me to decide but…but I’m started to get the feeling you don’t want to give Gilbert away.” Feliciano smiled happily up at him but Ludwig kept his straight face. The look made Feliciano frown and he slipped his hand down to entwine their fingers. “Wiggy…do you really believe Gilbert has a demon in him or are you just haunted by what used to happen to him when-“

“That’s enough, Feli.” Ludwig squeezed his hand and Feliciano yelped a bit. “Sorry, I did not mean to squeeze you so tight.” He sighed deeply. “I don’t know what to believe. Sometimes I think so because of the way he looks and how alluring he can be, almost like Alfred. But then the other half of me sees him as just my brother and not a monster. However, despite my doubts or concerns, I cannot allow Gilbert to choose a man of his own. Gilbert has made bad choices in the past.” Feliciano frowned a bit.

“Poor Gilbert. He has given up a lot and has endured more misfortune than either of us. You really should let your brother make his own choice about matters like this.”

“And what makes you think he needs to have his own choice?”

“Because I didn’t have one.”

The words made Ludwig stop right there in the street. Feliciano gulped, fearing he had gone too far. Ludwig looked down at him and Feliciano looked for a place where they could sit down.

“Come with me.” He led them to a bench. “Ludwig…not every situation ends up like ours. I had no choice that night in the tavern and I had had high hopes of meeting someone I loved…and doing ‘that’ with someone I loved. I love you now but I didn’t love you at that time. I hated and feared you. When you came back to the tavern the next day I was too terrified to refuse anything you demanded of me. I am very open, passive, and submissive…nothing at all like Gilbert. You know Gilbert would be a million times the fighter I was that night…I don’t want someone to go through that…especially Gilbert.”

“How many times have I told you not to bring up that night?”

“I’m sorry, but-“

“You don’t know Gilbert like I do. I know what I am doing, Feliciano. Do not interfere with this for it is none of your concern. Gilbert is my brother and my ward, I know what is best for him.” Feliciano was going to counter Ludwig’s last words but thought better of it. “How often do you want me to apologize for what I did to you that night?”

“You don’t have to apologize anymore! I love you, Ludwig.”

“Yet you still bring it up…which means it still dwells on your mind.” Feliciano looked down at his feet, crossing them over one another nervously.

“Well…it was rape and-“

“ENOUGH!” Feliciano cried out in fear and started to tremble at Ludwig’s rise in temper. “I will hear no more of this! Guards! Escort Lord Vargas to Lord Kiku.”

“Ludwig! Wait!” Feliciano cried out to him but the king had already disappeared in the crow. He felt tears well up in his amber eyes as the guards escorted him away.

“You cheated!” Gilbert huffed at Ivan.

“But I didn’t cheat…you just can’t throw an axe right.”

“Nonsense! I, the Mighty Gilbert can conquer any weapon I hold in my hand!” Ivan couldn’t resist his next words.

“Then why am I the one with the beautiful basket and you’re empty handed?” Gilbert glared at him.

“I just didn’t want that stupid basket! They’re stupid anyway! Piss on your basket!” Ivan pouted.

“That was rather harsh.”

“Ah shit…we have company.” Ivan followed Gilbert’s eyes to a nobleman walking up to them. “Let me handle this.” The nobleman spoke first.

“Master Priest Gilbert…it’s an honor to stand before you, as always.” Ivan watched Gilbert’s reaction to the man speaking. Gilbert just smiled and folded his hands before him.

“Likewise, Lord Bailey. Enjoying the fresh winter air and festivities?” Ivan didn’t like the looks of the man and wondered why Gilbert was being so calm and formal with him.

“Of course. It is one of my favorite seasons after all. Same as yours.” Ivan knew now that this must be a suitor for Gilbert and his fists clenched at his sides. “I have a gift for you that I know you will enjoy.” The man reached into his tunic pocket and took out a silver necklace with a pink pendant. “Just for you, to match those lovely eyes.” Ivan’s upper lip began to slowly disappear into his mouth and his fists grew tighter, his nails biting into the skin.

“Thank you kindly for your generous gift but as a priest I am forbidden to accept gifts for myself. Please donate it to the church where it will be greatly appreciated.”

“But the church has so much already. I promise to donate something of equal value if you accept this gift from me.”

“I’m sorry but I must decline. Enjoy the rest of your day.” Bailey growled a bit and both their brows furrowed.

“Stop acting so innocent, Gilbert. Everyone knows how you really are. Why will you not accept my gifts? Are you that afraid of your brother or is the rumor true?”

“And what rumor would that be?” Gilbert glared at him.

“That you are your brother’s mist-“ Ivan’s fist met with the man’s jaw.

The force of his punch knocked out a tooth and spittle of blood as the nobleman collapsed to the ground. He held his bleeding mouth but had no time to defend himself as Ivan started kicking him the gut. As the man curled around himself Ivan got over top of him and gripped the front of his tunic. Punch after punch met Bailey’s face and soon the scuffle drew a crowd. Ivan was not letting up, having gone into a blind rage. It took all of Gilbert’s hollering and strength to try and pry Ivan off of the man.

“IVAN! STOP!” Gilbert finally succeeded in shoving Ivan off of the nobleman, who desperately tried to crawl away. The guards had been alerted and they started pushing through the crowd to get to the brawl. “Ivan, for fuck’s sake! What were you thinking?” Gilbert hollered at him but all Ivan could do was stare at the crawling figure.

“What has happened here?” Asked one of the guards.

“Lord Bailey was pestering me and Tsar Ivan was simply defending me. It won’t happen again.” Gilbert said the guard, who didn’t seem to believe him but went along with it anyway.

“Take Lord Bailey to a medic. I will inform the king of what he did to you.” Gilbert nodded to the guard and continued to hold Ivan back. Now that the brawl was over the crowd was drawing out.

“He deserved it.” Ivan finally spoke. “No one else is allowed to court you, only me.” Violet eyes met pink. “I will not allow any competition for you. Anyone who tries will end up like him!”

Gilbert felt his body shiver and his lower regions tingle at the force behind Ivan’s words. He knew the man meant everything he said and the brutal beating of the nobleman came to him as a shock. He knew Ivan was strong but that was more than just physical strength. It was almost a berserker-like attack, leaving no room for escape or mercy. Gilbert began to wonder if there really was a dark side to Ivan and while that should tell him to run the other way, he couldn’t. Or maybe it was because he didn’t want to run from it but explore the other side of this man more. It was desirably exciting.

“My brother may beg to differ on that matter…” Gilbert said softly.

“I don’t care what Ludwig says. I don’t care what anybody says. Let that man’s misfortune travel through this kingdom as a warning to any one else who may try to court you.”

“Then I should thank you for your devotion and protection.” Gilbert looked around and waved him on with his hand. “Follow me.” He heard Ivan growl softly behind him.

“I can’t really control myself right now, Gilbert…”

“Neither can I…which is why we’re going somewhere out of sight.

Gilbert couldn’t believe he was doing this but he needed to do something to satisfy the ache in his groin. Under the dais would be the most private place for it was high and spacious. He told himself no actually sex but he needed release in some manner. He looked around first to make sure no one saw them sneak under the dais curtains. The top had just reached the tips of Ivan’s head but Gilbert could stand comfortably in it. There was no more room left for talk when the other’s lips pressed roughly against his.

Gilbert moaned into Ivan’s mouth as the man’s tongue met with his own. He threw himself into Ivan’s body, pressing fully against the other. Ivan’s hands were roaming along his back, hips, and ass, gripping tightly to press their groins together. Gilbert felt himself being lifted off his feet and lowered to the cold ground, the velvet cloak doing little to keep his warm. Ivan’s lips latched themselves onto his neck, sucking and licking at the skin. Gilbert let his head fall back on his hood and moaned softly, feeling his loins tighten with need.

He gasped when Ivan’s hands went to his belt and unbuckled it. The gloved hands gathered up the waist of his robes and shoved them far up to his neck. Gilbert was grateful for the under tunic that kept out just a bit of the cold but it didn’t last for long. He watched as Ivan tore open the under tunic to expose his white skin to the cold air. His body trembled with both chills and excitement when Ivan’s fingers undid the ties of his pants, shuffling them down to expose just his erection.

“Ivan…hey…w-“

His blushed furiously and gasped when he felt Ivan’s tongue lick the tip of his erection. He quickly pressed himself up on his forearms to see but Ivan prevented him from doing so. The silver head moved to his chest, running lips and teeth over his skin. Ivan’s arm encircled his lower back to help keep him upright while his lips found a pink nipple. Gilbert gasped at the strange but pleasurable suction of Ivan’s lips around his nipple, using his tongue to rub the tip. His body was heated now and his face was bright red with lust and even embarrassment. Never in all of his imagining and fantasies did he ever think it would feel like this.

He heard himself give a whimper when Ivan’s mouth pulled away from his chest, only to gasp when it reunited with his erection. Gilbert fell back onto his cloak and covered his eyes with his forearm. As much as he wanted Ivan’s mouth to do more he couldn’t stand to see it. This was the furthest he had gone with any man and a small part of him was content in knowing it was Ivan. Gilbert breathed out Ivan’s name again as the soft lips began kissing up and down his length. Each kiss sent a wave of pleasure tickling up his body and like Ivan had promised, he was indeed squirming. But fear struck Gilbert’s desire when he heard his brother’s voice and footsteps above them on the dais. Ivan must not have heard them because Gilbert felt his member being engulfed in tight wet heat. His eyes flew open but his hands went right to his mouth to stifle his moans.

“Have you seen Gilbert?” He heard his brother ask another. Ivan’s head bobbing up and down on his erection was making it harder for him to understand what was going on above him.

Gilbert had to tune the voices out, unable to focus on anything else but the pleasure Ivan was giving him. His hand had never felt this good and with a muffled moan he began lifting his hips. He wanted to press himself further into Ivan’s mouth but the man’s hands gripped his hips painfully, holding them still. His toes curled in his boots and his teeth bit into his palms. All he wanted to do was cry out and let Ivan hear his voice. But the voice of his brother above him kept him from that. Once Ivan started moaning around his cock he nearly lost it, arching his head painfully back at the sensational vibrations. He could feel himself hit the back of Ivan’s throat and the familiar build up of orgasm start to heat in his belly. Never had his orgasm come this fast and with a few jaunty thrusts his back arched as he came into Ivan’s mouth. His moan was loud into his palms but he was too enraptured by his orgasm to care. The muscles of Ivan’s throat flexed around him as the other swallowed all of his cum. Gilbert finally felt it was safe to remove his hands from his mouth.

“How was that?” Ivan finally spoke to him, licking his lips as he gazed lustfully at Gilbert. Gilbert’s eyelids were heavily lidded and his face was flushed with afterglow and orgasm. He was panting but managed to give a satisfied smirk, sitting himself up on his forearms once again. “Did you like it?” Ivan’s voice held that husky tone again.

“That was-“

“I want you to find them both.” Ludwig’s voice interrupted them and they looked up through the slits of the wood. “I don’t like how they haven’t been seen for awhile and after what happened with Lord Bailey, I need to speak with both of them.”

“Yes sire! We’ll find them!” Came a guard’s voice and they could hear the search party hurrying down the dais steps.

“Damn…we’re up shit’s creek without a paddle.” Gilbert gasped out.

“But I’m not done loving your body yet.” Ivan crawled over top of him, his eyes gazing into Gilbert’s.

“Ivan…we can’t. Not anymore…I mean, no more right now! Ludwig has the guards out looking for us! You heard him!” Ivan crushed his lips to Gilbert’s, kissing him deeply so he could taste himself. “Or we could make out more…” Ivan grinned. “NO!” He pushed Ivan away. “Not right now…we have to split up…we can’t be seen together or it will draw suspicion!”

“Aw…but you were enjoying yourself so much!” Ivan whined.

“I know…and I defiantly want to do more like that again…but we just can’t right now.” Gilbert quickly fixed his robes and Ivan just watched him sadly.

“Uh oh.” Ivan smirked.

“What? What’s ‘uh oh’? Don’t give me ‘uh oh’!” Gilbert gulped.

“You have love bites all over your precious milky white neck!” Ivan politely covered his mouth with his fingertips. “Oopsie doopsie.”

“Don’t give me ‘oopsie doopsie’ you jackass!” Gilbert hissed out at him, using his hands to cover his neck. “Damn it! How am I going to hide- ah HA!” Ivan blinked stupidly. “I’m taking THIS!” Gilbert yanked Ivan’s scarf off of his neck.

“Ah! Gilbert! That’s mine!”

“I’m simply borrowing it.” Gilbert smirked proudly and wrapped it around his neck to hide the bites. “Perfect.” Ivan just pouted at him and gave a little whimper. “Oh please…no puppy dog eyes!” Ivan’s violet orbs continued to stare at him. “Stop it already!” Ivan’s answer was another whimper. “Alright fine!” Gilbert crouched down beside him and kissed his cheek. “Meet me tonight in the main castle hall. I will take you to a special spot of mine and we can…explore each other more.” He nipped at Ivan’s earlobe and he could feel the other shiver in delight. “Maybe I can…return the favor?” Gilbert felt himself blushing a bit at the thought of actually doing it, but he wanted to.

“Gilbie…I would love that.” Ivan beamed at him and Gilbert poked his big nose.

“Until tonight.” Gilbert gave Ivan one more kiss on the cheek before slipping out from under the dais.

Ivan smiled to himself nearly felt as if he were going to squeal like a teenage girl. Not only did he have Gilbert moaning and panting his name but also there was promise of MORE later tonight! So beating up the nobleman gave Gilbert the extra boost of desire he needed. Just like their first time in the other world. Gilbert had been turned on by Ivan’s violent ability to beat up one person or more and he acted on it. And what just happened under the dais was proof that history seemed to be repeating itself here.

“Score one for me!”

The end of the festival came at sunset and everyone had headed back to the castle. Ludwig gave both Gilbert and Ivan a simple lecture once he had them together. But he used the lecture to say ‘thank you’ to Ivan for helping defend Gilbert but he would have to find other methods to use in the future that didn’t involve punching ones lights out. Once they were free to go they split up so no one would be suspicious.

When nightfall came, both men wore their heavy cloaks to sneak their way into the main castle hall. Ivan was the first to arrive and he looked around for Gilbert. The hall was quiet but the candles were still burning bright. He heard footsteps and turned to see another cloaked figure coming to him. He smiled when he recognized the pink eyes.

“Gilbert!”

“Sh! Remember we’re sneaking out.” Gilbert smiled at him and let himself be hugged by the larger man. “We have to move fast. Ludwig is looking for me.”

“What for?”

“He wants to talk to me about something. I don’t know. All I know is that I rather be sneaking out with you for fun then sitting around and listening to him. Come on, let’s go.” Ivan grinned and followed behind Gilbert as they hurried down the hall. Just as they were turning a corner Gilbert bumped in to someone. “Shit!”

“Ow!” It was Feliciano, holding his nose and a lit candlestick.

“Oh Feli…it’s just you.” Gilbert let out a sigh. “Phew.”

“Um…Gilbert?” Ivan tapped his shoulder, silently reminding him that they were suppose to slip by without being seen.

“It’s okay. Where are you two going dressed like that? Ludwig is looking for you.”

“Yeah…um…we were just going…um…going to search the grounds! We think we heard some wolves!” Ivan smiled and nodded in agreement. Feliciano blinked but did not believe their story.

“Gilbert…you know Ludwig will be furious if he sees you with Ivan…” Gilbert gripped both of Feliciano’s shoulders.

“You won’t tell him, right? Come on, Feli…don’t tattle on us!” Feliciano whined and trembled in Gilbert’s grasp.

“But…but I-“

“Feli?” They heard Ludwig’s voice in the hall opposite of them.

“Now what are we going to do?!” Gilbert panicked. “We gotta find a place to hide!” Feliciano panicked as well but looked around, seeing one of the large wall tapestries. It reached and spread out along the floor.

“Quick! Hide there!” Feliciano pulled the tapestry from the wall and the two hurried to hide behind it. He nearly wet himself when Ludwig came around the corner and spotted him.

“Oh, there you are. One of the night guards told me they had seen you come this way.” Feliciano gave a nervous smile and just nodded with an ‘uh huh’. “What’s wrong? You seem frightened…and why are you out in this part of the halls? Trying to sneak pies again? Because if you are the kitchen is the opposite way.” Ivan and Gilbert remained perfectly still and covered the others’ mouth with their hands.

“I got…scared in the room. You weren’t coming so I left to find you. And I…I wanted a drink of water too.”

“Feli…there’s a fresh pitcher of water in our room all the time. You’re being silly. And there is nothing to be afraid of. But if you’re going to pout and tremble like that…”

“No, no…it’s fine.” He smiled nervously. “I’m sure I was just hearing things! I’ll go back to the room now.” Ludwig crossed his arms.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Very sure.”

“Very well. I will be in shortly, I promise. I’m just looking for Gilbert. Have you seen him?” Gilbert and Ivan exchanged glances.

“No…I haven’t seen him. Is everything all right?”

“Yes. I just wanted to check on him and speak with him about a few things. If you see him on your way back, let him know I’m looking for him. Okay?”

“Uh huh! Okay!”

“Good.” Ludwig pats his head and ruffles his hair before leaving. Feliciano makes sure he’s well out of sight before going to the tapestry.

“Please go back to your rooms!” He whimpered.

“We’ll be back before dawn.” Ivan said with a smile and Feliciano squeaked.

“W-why so long?!” He got his answer when he saw Ivan wrap his arms around Gilbert’s waist. “Oh…oh dear….” Feliciano looked at the floor and started biting his nails.

“Feli…please don’t tell! Be a friend and don’t tell!” Gilbert begged him. “I promise to play a game with you! Or I’ll do whatever you like! Just…just keep your mouth shut about us! Please?” Feliciano was trembling from head to foot but he nodded.

“O-Okay…”

“Yes! You’re a great friend! Come on, Ivan!”

Feliciano hopped nervously from one foot to the other as he watched them leave. He knew what he was doing was wrong and he should alert Ludwig but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not after their conversation today at the festival. Gilbert was his friend and future brother-in-law, he couldn’t just rat him out. Especially when it was making him so happy. Feliciano gulped and wobbled nervously back to his room. He didn’t like getting involved in things.

“Well, well, well…things are getting interesting!” Alfred said from one of the castle windows, watching Ivan and Gilbert leave the castle. He looked back at Feliciano as well. “He’ll blab in an instant. But then there would be no fun in that.” He glared at Gilbert. “I have to show him who’s the alpha. I’m no bitch to Arthur!” Alfred spread his wings and flew along the ceilings of the castle, searching for Ludwig. He grinned when he caught sight of the king heading towards his bedchambers. Alfred flew down and landed in front of him.

“Gah! Alfred, you startled me!” Ludwig growled at him. “What purpose do you have here at this hour? Where is Arthur? Shouldn’t you be with him?” Alfred narrowed his eyes and sneered.

“I’m not his fucking pet! I can go wherever I want!”

“Fine, fine! Just tell me what you want so I can get on with my life.”

“I heard you were looking for Gilbert, right?”

“Yes. Have you seen him?”

“I have. Let me show you where he has gone. He’s not where you think he is.”

“Is this a riddle?” Ludwig glared at him with his hands on his hips. “I don’t like games, Alfred.”

“Just follow me. It’s important.”

Feliciano came up the other end of the hall and saw Ludwig leaving with Alfred. He briefly heard Gilbert’s name being used and he realized what Alfred was doing. He started to cry and tremble, wondering what he should do. He was too terrified to move from his spot as the two turned a corner.

End Chapter 6 TBC

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