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Goodnight Noises Everywhere	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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***Warnings: Hardcore yaoi, language
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
'Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets

looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets

I've been raising up my hands

Drive another nail in

Just what God needs

One more victim
- Crucify- Tori Amos
Chapter 6: Looking For A Savior
When Ivan had made it back to the church it was still late in the evening and Gilbert would be asleep. This was something he had to tell Gilbert right away. It couldn't wait. He hurried up the stairs and into the room where Gilbert lay asleep, curled up tightly in a ball beneath the blanket. Ivan knelt down beside him, stroked the white hair, and softly woke him up with a soothing voice.
"Mmm…who is it?" Gilbert grumbled.
"It's Vanya. I need you to wake up now."
Gilbert slowly turned his head to blink tired eyes at his comrade. "What the hell for?"
"I have some good news! Well, you won't really like the news, but I think it's something we need to consider." He watched the albino sit up with a couple of grunts.
"Alright…" he scratched his chest. "What is it?"
"I…I went back to that circus and talked to Mr. Clifford-"
"Oh God!" Gilbert slapped a hand to his face. "You didn't buy into him, did you? He's a con artist, Vanya! Please say you didn't promise him anything!"
Ivan shook his head. "No, but please, hear me out. At the rate you are going with your sickness, you will surely die before the month is through. Making money at the circus is our best bet at getting you help." Ivan stopped the other before he could protest. "Just listen. The circus will give you food and a steady diet, which will help to combat your sickness. You won't have to sleep in rat-infested places. You'll have a bed to keep you warm. All these things will help you get better if you could just let go of your pride."
Gilbert narrowed his eyes. All of those things were something he desperately craved, and he knew that Vanya was right. His sickness was growing worse by the day in these conditions, but could he really let go of his pride?
"Gilbert, may I ask you something?" Gilbert nodded. "What would your Fredrick tell you to do in this situation?"
Pink eyes slowly widened. "He would say…that my life was important. Too important to lose…and that I should keep on living. He's always said that."
Ivan smiled. "Then perhaps you should take his advice. I'm sure that wherever he is now, he would want to see you healthy. Yes, it will take a little while to build up money for a hospital, but it will be much faster at the circus. And we won't have the police after us all the time. All we have to do is pretend to be…freaks."
"I'm not a freak."
"Neither am I…but if it will help you to live, then I will gladly play one. We can still be Pestilence and Famine."
Gilbert smirked. "So…what did Clifford promise you?"
"He said that you would earn a share of the profits and he will help you find a doctor."
He took the larger man's hand in his own. "Vanya…he's lying to you. He will not give us any share of the money. He will take it all."
Ivan shook his head. "I believe differently. Perhaps he will not do all that he has promised, but he will split the money with you. He will just get a higher percentage, but imagine this, Gilbie. Every night going to bed with a full belly! Clean water to drink. A warm bed." He smiled. "Just think of all those things you can have if you just let go for a bit. If it's not working out, then we escape and come back here."
"But what if we can't escape?"
'I can escape from anything.' Ivan said to himself. "I will find us a way. I promise you. So please, please consider it, Gilbie?" Ivan pouted his bottom lip.
"Seriously? Don't give me that look!" Gilbert laughed. "You know this is going to suck dick for the both of us…but…" He sighed. "Fine. I'll do it."
Ivan's eyes lit up. "I'm glad, Gilbie! I'm glad!" He hugged him. "We'll both make this work, and you won't be there alone! I'll be there with you!"
Gilbert hugged him back. "Pestilence and Famine live once again. The only one's we're missing are War and Death…and Death is close by."
"But he won't be for long."
/
The Following Morning
Gilbert held on tightly to Vanya's hand as they slowly approached the circus tent. He swallowed hard, his brow twitching at the sight of the red and white striped tent. While Vanya had gone to sleep, Gilbert found himself wide awake pondering on what would become of him now. He couldn't go back on his word when Vanya was so thrilled that he had said yes. The man was working very hard to ensure that Gilbert could be healthy, even if he was easily misguided and gullible. Gilbert would have to keep a close watch on Vanya while they were here.
Here. HERE. The circus. The Freak Show. HERE he would be a freak for all to see. Yet in reality, the people treated him as a freak anyway no matter where he went. His albinism kept him from finding decent, honest work. The common folk saw him as misfortune, a demon, and a bad omen. Perhaps it was time to use those superstitious fears to his advantage. Now was the time to choose between pride and death. He could die with pride, but no one other than Vanya would know about it or mourn for him. But if he could manipulate and escape from death…then there was a good chance things could change. Maybe he can simply postpone death for a time.
"Gilbert? Are you ready?"
"Yeah." He took a deep breath. "Let's go."
They met up with Clifford, who was thrilled to see them. "My good friends! Welcome, welcome!" He gave a salesman's smile. "I hope you have taken into consideration my offer?" He focused on Gilbert.
Gilbert straightened his posture. "You're a business man, so let's start with my payment. How much share do I get of the profits?"
Clifford twirled his cane. "I know that's why you're here, Gilbie. I can't give you a solid price yet until we decide how to present you and how much to charge the public. But my good man Billy has some ideas that may help to drawl in a bigger crowd, which means we can charge more." Gilbert didn't look convinced.
"Then let us speak to this Billy." Said Ivan, squeezing Gilbert's hand.
"Excellent! Follow me." Clifford led them into his office wagon where Billy sat in a chair next to his desk. On the walls were framed pictures of past and present attractions. "Look who's here?" He said cheerfully.
"Why, it's Gilbie!" Billy stood up with a low bow. "So good to see you again! And you too, big fella!"
Gilbert was grinding his teeth.
Ivan spoke next. "Mr. Clifford said you have some ideas for Gilbert? We want the best you have that will bring in the most money."
Billy grinned. "Marvelous! I have some grand ideas!"
'This can't be good.' Gilbert said to himself but he was forced to listen.
The plan was to dress him up as a demon to go along with the superstition he was used to. The bastards mentioned that the public was going through a 'fear of judgment day' era where demons and monsters could wander the earth. Gilbert could only stare at them as they dictated their plan of make-believe. It was all a lie. A sham. They had drawn out the mechanics for his 'wings', using little metal, belts, and kite paper. There was even a tail that their tailor was going to make, twin tails. The two were still debating on what to do about horns, but they settled on saying that they would be 'invisible'. Gilbert would even have to be put in chains around his wrists and ankles, possible his neck, to show that he was 'constricted' and 'contained'. There would be a pseudo priest with him during the shows, which would act as the one that 'uses' holy divine power to 'contain' him in chains. So for the illusions to be harder to see, Gilbert would be kept in the dark with shaded light to give him a ghostly, frightening glow. Just an illusion. An illusion to trick people into paying to see what they want to believe is real.
"Can you be naked?" Asked Billy. Before Gilbert could answer in outrage, Clifford did for him.
"No, the people would see the harness for the wings. Minimal clothing will do well, just a long shirt."
"Why must he be barely dressed?" Ivan asked.
"Simple." Started Clifford. "Your little duo is dubbed Pestilence and Famine. Gilbert will represent Famine here as well. Being so pasty white and skinny only adds to the fear of judgment day." He scoffed. "Foolish nonsense if you ask me. Still, fear pays." He rubbed his hands together.
Ivan looked to Gilbert. "What do you say, Gillie? Anything you want to add?"
Gilbert shook his head. "No. They have this all planned out already, and they'll do what they want anyway. Now what about my friend here? What's in it for Vanya? What's his job and what's his share?" Ivan looked interested in that.
"Well, we already have disfigured people here." Answered Clifford. "However…since he helped to bring you here…I suppose we could tie him in with the whole judgment thing." He smiled. "That way the two of you can be together. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Ivan gave a nod and smiled hopefully at Gilbert, who just gave him a flat look.
"It's better than nothing." Answered Gilbert. "Now you two do the rest and leave us alone. I'm hungry. You promised us food. So feed us." He crossed his arms.
Clifford grinned. "Absolutely! Let me take you to our own Hefty Helga! She makes the best circus food!"
/
Food. There was food. Real food. Warm, fresh, bountiful food. Two pairs of hungry eyes sparkled at the amount of food that was placed in front of them to choose from. Once plate held slabs of cooked chicken, another fresh rolls, a big bowl of rice, and steaming beans. Clifford told them to eat until they felt sick, and that's just what the two intended to do. Fresh water and cider was even poured for them. Gilbert tore into the food, eating slab after slab of chicken. He almost stabbed his fork into the other's hand as he tried to take the last piece of chicken. Gilbert won, of course. Both of them ate until they felt sick and downed the fresh liquids. Afterwards, Gilbert lay face down on the table, his eyes crying silent tears at the simple joy of being full. His belly was warm and stuffed. He couldn't remember the last time he had a full stomach, not even when he was at the workhouse.
"Gilbert?" Ivan rubbed his back. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Vanya…just fine. I'm…full."
Ivan chuckled. "I am too. See? We made a good decision."
"Indeed you have." Clifford appeared from around the table. "You see? My offer isn't that horrible, now is it? Food, drink, and shelter are what you need. Shall I show you to your wagon? I've had one saved up just for you, my albino friend."
"What about Vanya?" Gilbert asked, wiping at his eyes.
"I would like to stay with Gilbert." Ivan said. "He is still ill and needs someone to look after him."
"Fine by me. Now then, let me allow you both to get settled in. Then, I will start planning the show, and you two will be our star attraction."
Ivan and Gilbert never let go of their hands as they followed Clifford to the last wagon in the circle. The sides were blank, but Clifford assured them that they would have a photo painting of themselves on here soon. The wagon was simple in setup inside. There was a bed, a chair, a dresser, a mirror, and a trunk. Clifford left them to get settled.
"Well Gilbert, what do you think?"
"Sure beats the church. I'll say that much." The albino looked around the wagon, and then sat on the bed. "It's not very soft…but better than a rotting floor." He lay back on it. "Firm. Think you can fit on here?" Ivan came over and laid beside him.
"A bit tight…but I think we can get used to it."
Gilbert chuckled. "I just sold my pride for food and a warm bed."
Ivan turned to him. "Do you regret it?"
"You know something? Right now I don't care. But when those people are gawking at me I'll remember the deal I made and how much I'll hate myself for it."
"But you will get better." He let Gilbert roll into him. "We're friends, and friends help each other out. I will suffer with you, and together we'll rise up from the slums of the street."
Gilbert smiled at him. "You really think we can do that?"
Ivan held him tight. "Maybe if you make yourself a smoldering demon you'll earn more money."
"Ah, sex sells, is what you're trying to say. Why then? Are you 'suggesting' something?" He grinned and straddled the other's waist.
"We can't do this, not if you're going to get better. No reason to combat two diseases, right?"
Gilbert pouted. "I'll never get to fuck you, will I?"
"I don't 'fuck'."
"You a monk, now?"
"No, I'm a gentleman."
"Oh please!" Gilbert gave him a soft slap on the cheek. "If you were such a gentleman you wouldn't be suffering from this disease!"
It was Ivan's turn to pout. "That's not always how it works."
Gilbert rolled off of him to lay back down. "Well, since we're not going to have any fun, I'm going to nap. My belly is full, I'm in a warm bed, and I'm with a trusted friend."
Ivan smiled sweetly. "I like when you say that, Gilbert. I never really had any friends."
"Yeah, we're both lonely bastards soon to be the stars of this circus."
"The best stars. And then, once we make enough, we'll leave this place. I promise." Ivan gave him a kiss on the head. "Let's both rest. I think we deserve it."
With a smile at his friend, Gilbert closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep. He didn't know how long he had slept when he woke up. There was lots of movement in his wagon, which stirred him from his sleep. The first thing he noticed was that Vanya was not in bed with him. Concerned, he sat up and searched the wagon, hoping the person that was making noise was Vanya. He smiled when he saw the man near the mirror, and he was undoing his bandages! Gilbert lay back down to watch Vanya's reflection in the mirror. What did he look like? Would he be scared of his skin? Gilbert stared until the last bit of bandage was removed…and was shocked. Vanya wasn't scarred at ALL! He was perfectly clear! Flawless! Flawless and handsome. Gilbert sat up and called out to him.
"Vanya!"
Ivan jumped and spun around to see Gilbert awake and staring at him.
"Vanya, what's going on? You're not sick at all! Why were you hiding like that?"
Ivan stormed over to him, and without thinking, gripped the other by the throat.
Gilbert let out a gasp, bringing his hands to his neck to pry the other's hand away. "V-Vanya!" He gasped out.
"I won't go back!" Ivan hissed through grit teeth. "I wont' go back there! I won't!"
"S-stop!" He gasped for air.
Ivan squeeze tighter. "Don't send me back!"
"B-Back where?" Gilbert asked with a gasp. What was going on? "Stop! Please!"
"You've seen my face!"
"Y-yes! But…but why?" He felt his eyes bugging out of his skull as the other's grip tightened further.
"I WON'T GO BACK!"
"WHERE?!"
Ivan saw Gilbert's tongue darting out and his face turning a light shade of blue. He let go, gave Gilbert a moment to catch a breath, and then covered his mouth. "Listen to me. I will say this once. I am a wanted man. I escaped from a mental asylum. I killed people. They did horrible tests on me! Disgusting tests! I suffered horribly every day, every hour! You've seen those wanted posters! I'm that man! Ivan Braginski, that is my real name!"
Gilbert, his eyes wide, pointed at his mouth to ask to talk. Ivan let go. "Van- I mean, Ivan…calm down. Please…you're my friend. I'm not going to turn you in for money, not as a fellow sufferer." He spoke honest and true. "I don't care what you did or who you killed. You're my friend! We're suffering together! I won't turn you in."
Ivan sat on the bed, his head in his hands. "I'm sorry for attacking you like that. I just…blacked out. I didn't even think about what I was doing…I just did it. I attacked you. That must have been the same thing that happened the night I killed that man…or people. I really don't remember it. But I know I did it." He looked back at Gilbert. "This is me." He pinched his own cheeks. "I don't have Syphilis. I never did. I just need to hide my face and this was the best way. I'm sorry for lying to you…but can you blame me?"
Gilbert, still rubbing his aching neck, forced a smirk. "I can't blame you. This is a fucking shitty world we live in. Sometimes we have to lie just to get by."
Ivan lifted his eyes to pink ones. "So you…aren't angry with me?"
"Not at all. We've all done bad things. I don't judge. Just don't strangle me again, okay? I have a delicate body, you know." His smirk turned into a grin. "Since you aren't REALLY sick, you can't use that excuse any more, can you?" Ivan blushed. "Can you blame me for wanting to sleep with you?"
"We're friends, Gilbert."
"Gillie. I want you to call me Gillie from now on."
"Okay, Gillie." He smiled and took Gilbert's hand. "We don't have to sleep together to be close."
"Ivan, listen to me. All you have done for me…well…it is more than anyone has done." He blushed. "Even Fritz. I mean…you're trying to help me get better because we're friends. We are suffering together. We're becoming freaks together. And…" he swallowed hard, feeling his eyes fill with tears. "and I want to know what sharing your life with another person is like before I die."
Ivan stared at him. "We haven't known each other that long for such a commitment."
"So you don't want to spend the last few months or maybe years, of my life with me?" Gilbert felt the tears rolling down his cheeks.
"That's not what I meant." He gave a rough sigh. "I just mean…oh, I don't know."
Ivan stared at the floor as he gave Gilbert's offer some thought. They were going to be spending a lot of time together, and the man did promise true friendship. Gilbert won't turn him in, and he truly believes that. Ivan had never had another person to share his life with. He never really thought about it before. But could he really share his life with someone who had Death looming over their shoulder? Ivan figured the grief of a dying friend would be easy to take, but if there was love involved? If he let himself love Gilbert, who could not escape death since there was no actual cure, wouldn't that hurt him more in the long run? He remembered the hurt and grief over the tragic death of his mother; he still carried that grief with him to this day. Yet how could he let Gilbert die feeling unloved? Of course, there was always the miracle of Gilbert surviving his illness, but that was just wishful thinking. Even if he were to, say, find someone else, they could suddenly die just like his mother; hit by a car. Or get hit with a stray bullet, hit by a carriage, or fall off a bridge. So many things could happen…so should he take the chance?
"Sorry I asked." Gilbert turned away from him. "I feel so stupid now…I hope we can still be friends?"
Gilbert's answer came in a kiss, a rough and passionate kiss. He gasped into Ivan's mouth, feeling a tongue come wiggling its way inside. The sudden shock of being kissed wore off, and Gilbert started to kiss back. He wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck, pressing their bodies closer. Ivan broke away for a minute to run to the door and lock it from the inside. There were no windows, so they were completely alone. As Ivan was coming back, Gilbert had already stripped himself of his jacket. Ivan shredded his coat as well, letting it fall to the floor as he approached the bed. Gilbert hands flew to Ivan's wrists when the man started to lift his shirt.
"W-wait Ivan!" Gilbert pushed his shirt down, blushing. "I…I um…"
"What's wrong?" Ivan asked, panting heavily with lust.
"Well…my body isn't really 'pretty' to look at. Blow out the lantern so-"
"No." Ivan said firmly. "I don't care what you look like. You would still want to be with me even when you knew I was 'sick' and 'ugly'. Let me see you."
Gilbert blushed prettily. He had been naked before, but only for himself. The few times he'd been with a man, all he did were lower his pants, do the deed, and pull them back up. Never had he actually been fully naked with them, or with anyone. His body was ugly. It was sickly, pasty white with the faint tint of blue veins beneath the skin. He shivered when Ivan removed his shirt completely.
Ivan looked at Gilbert's almost hallow chest where he could see the beginning of ribs poking out. Gilbert's skin was white, but not a healthy white. His nipples were pink, like his eyes. Ivan wondered what his skin really felt like, so very gently, he reached his hands out to touch. He started at Gilbert's thin and narrow waist, which looked as if his fingertips could meet, it was so sickly thin. The clothing made him appear bigger than he was. The skin was very thin, almost like paper, and it was cold. Gilbert looked like death. Still, Ivan let his hands travel upwards, over the ribs, and to the pert pink nipples that he rubbed with his thumbs. Gilbert shuddered and gave a little squeak of a moan.
"I'm ugly, right?"
"No, Gillie, you're not ugly. You're sick. With good food you'll be bigger in no time."
"I hope so." He shyly turned back to look at Ivan. "You next." He watched Ivan strip himself of his shirt, showing still tone muscle with only the subtle hit of sagging due to lack of food. Ivan was bigger than he was; much bigger. He would be heavy lying atop of him.
"Now, it's your turn again." Ivan lowered his hands to Gilbert's pants, feeling the man trembling beneath his touch. He motioned for Gilbert to lie down as the pants were removed. Ivan looked at the semi-hard erection, and the patch of white it was nestled in. Ivan couldn't help but smile at the sight. It was so unusual, yet alluring. "It's white."
"What is? Oh…yeah-" he blushed and glanced to the side. "The rug matches the drapes, all right? No big deal." He looked back at Ivan. "Let's see yours, then! You're a very silvery blonde, so I bet it's black!" He smirked. Ivan stood on his knees, undid his belt, and lowered his pants for Gilbert to see. Gilbert was staring at the erection more than anything else. Feeling inadequate in more ways than one, he squeezed his knees closed.
"Does that answer your curiosity?"
"More than necessary." He glanced again. "And it's black…well, dark."
Ivan smiled. "I know that's not what you were looking at. Naughty Gillie."
Gilbert was ready to give him a snappy comeback, but then he noticed the light hairs on Ivan's chest and arms. "You're a hairy guy, aren't ya?"
Ivan pouted. "I got it from my father." He finished removing his pants so now he was naked above him. "Less talking, hm?"
The albino blushed. "Right."
So began the age-old dance of first time lovers. Ivan laid his body atop of Gilbert's, using his arms to keep most of the weight off of him while they kissed. Gilbert let his legs slide along Ivan's side and hips, getting a feel of the man's actual size. Two pairs of hands explored every inch of the other. Gilbert's were rubbing and lightly grazing the wide back with his nails every time Ivan touched a sensitive spot. Ivan rocked their groins together, creating a delicious friction that had Gilbert moaning pitifully. Ivan's lips trailed kisses along his neck, chest, and nipples, which he showered with extra attention. Gilbert gasped as Ivan's tongue swirled around the base before teeth gently nipped at the bud. The smaller man let out a cry of pleasure, arching into the other's talented mouth. Gilbert's loins were growing hot with need and his body was beginning to crave release. It had been so long since he'd been touched like this. He feared he might cum too early, which may insult his lover.
Gilbert wanted to cry when Ivan's lips moved away from his nipples to trail lower, kissing each rib that he passed. It was a bit embarrassing. But when those lips lightly nibbled and sucked on his belly, Gilbert felt his cock rise to stand at full attention. Ivan was dangerously close to that area…
Ivan let his lips travel down the flat belly to the other's groin where he couldn't help but nuzzle his nose in the patch of white. He heard Gilbert giggle above him. After a bit more of nuzzling and taking in Gilbert's scent, he brought his lips up to the tip. He gave the head a kiss, felt the other tremble with anticipation, and then took him down to the root. Gilbert let out a shrill gasp at his surprise action. He had never sucked on a man before, but he had it done to him in the past. It wasn't hard at all. Gilbert's hands were painfully gripping his hair, but Ivan didn't care. He bobbed his head along the length, swirling his tongue around the base and sucking hard. The albino thrashed and moaned in pleasure, arching hips to thrust further down his throat. Ivan wasn't used to this kind of work with his mouth and his jaw began to ache. When he lifted his mouth away, Gilbert gave a shrill cry and looked at him with alarm.
"Why did you stop? Are you mad? I was so close!"
"I want you to cum while I'm in you." 'I can make his last year on earth a pleasurable one at least.' "How do I take you? What should I do? What do you like?"
Gilbert wet his lips. "Um…I need to be stretched first. You know…in THAT area."
"Oh. I didn't know THAT area needed special attention." Ivan was a bit amused at that.
Gilbert rarely was ever prepped for sex when he sold his body. The men wanted it fast and cheap, a warm cavern to squirt off in. Suddenly, he felt too dirty for Ivan. He almost felt…soiled. And he was. "Ivan…does it bother you that I was with other men?"
"You did it because you needed to eat. You wouldn't have done so otherwise. I forgive you," He smiled "And I don't judge you."
Gilbert flashed him a huge grin with teary eyes. "I don't think you could understand just how wonderful it is to hear those words."
"I have a good idea." Ivan brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked to get them wet. He kept his eyes glued with Gilbert's as his tongue licked and swirled over his digits. Ivan knew what to do and how to do it. When his fingers were slick enough, he brought them down to rub at the tight pucker. Bringing Gilbert's trembling lips into a kiss, he slipped in his middle finger. Gilbert gasped into his mouth, and Ivan was sure he did the same. The muscles around him were burning hot and very tight. Gilbert's everything was small and narrow, which would be painful for his lover but heavenly for his cock. Ivan couldn't wait to be buried in that tight heat; to feel the muscles squeezing around him in agonizing pleasure. He pressed in a second, pushing deep. Gilbert was gasping in a steady mantra as those thin arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, holding him close. Finally, he added in a third and stretched them against the restricting muscles. That was when Gilbert pulled away to hiss.
"Ow! Too big." He said with one eye closed.
"If you can't take my fingers, then how can you expect to take me? I'm twice the size of my fingers." He spread them again. "You just have to get used to the feeling. I will probably hurt you going in, and you will tear and maybe bleed. You are so slender and frail…"
"I never used to be…" he trailed off, slowly becoming self conscience once again. "It's this damn," he gasped at a hard thrust of fingers "damn sickness of mine!"
Ivan pulled his fingers out, licked his palm, and slathered salvia on his cock to act as lubrication. "Maybe I can fuck it out of you?"
Gilbert's eyes widened, and then he laughed. "That would be the best medicine, getting better while having fun doing it!" He was reminded of his fear when Ivan settled between his legs. "I-Ivan…?"
"Sh. No more talking. I just want to hear your gasps, moans, cries, and pleas of pleasure or release." Ivan saw the panicked look on Gilbert's face and he wanted to ease that fear. Laying fully on top, Ivan threads his fingers with Gilbert's, squeezing their hands together. He had to prop himself up a bit more with the use of his elbows if he was going to begin penetration. "I'm going in…be strong for me, okay?"
Gilbert bit his lip, closed his eyes, and waited for the first stab of pain from entry. He felt Ivan's tip against his hole as it began to push forward. He held his breath as the head pushed past the tight outer ring, slowly stretching it. But he couldn't hold back his cry of pain when Ivan entered further. It was excruciating! There was no way Ivan could fit inside of him, not with how thin he was! "Stop, Ivan! Pull out! It hurts!" He begged through grit teeth.
"I can't stop now! Bare it for me a little longer…think of it as your first time…as virgin pain." Ivan shoved in further and faster, wanting the rest to be as quick as possible. That way it would be less painful. But Gilbert's scream suggested differently.
His pink eyes were wide with fear and flooded with tears. "Take it out! Please Ivan!"
"Bare with me a bit longer!" Gilbert was struggling to get away and out from under him, so Ivan had to move his hands to restrain the fleeing albino. He held the other's slim shoulders down and pushed the rest of the way in. Ivan let his eyes roll back in his head and he let out the breath he was holding. Being inside Gilbert was just as he imagined, tight and hot. By God above Gilbert's channel was narrow, and the muscles were clenching beautifully around him. He knew it had to be extremely painful for Gilbert right now, but there was nothing to be done until the thrusting started. First he had to let Gilbert adjust to his size and the entry.
He felt like his body had been split in two. Gilbert was crying and panting at the pain of Ivan's cock buried deep inside of him. It was like a huge burning rod was just shoved up his ass to break and burn his insides. This was a bad idea! He didn't think sex could hurt this much! And then, he felt warm lips on his cheeks, kissing away his tears. Slowly, he turned his head to face Ivan.
"I don't mean to hurt you, Gillie. The thrusting will feel better. I'm going to start moving."
Pink eyes widened. "NO! No please, pull out, Ivan! I'm begging you! I'll break! You'll break me!"
"You won't break. You're solid and you're strong! Gilbert Beilschmidt," he gripped Gilbert's chin, forcing the man to look at him. "You are going to be strong for yourself and fight this sickness! Start by being strong for me!" Ivan pulled out a bit and pressed back in.
Gilbert cried out. Ivan continued the thrusting, slow and gentle, pulling further out each time. Gilbert's face was a mask of pain and despair. The albino was feeling nothing but searing pain. Ivan had to find that special spot soon or he would lose some of Gilbert's trust. He wanted Gilbert to feel the same level of pleasure that he was feeling. He wanted to stay inside Gilbert's small and tight body forever. He almost wanted to lay claim to it; to make Gilbert his and his alone. Not for love, but for the primitive instincts buried deep within. Still, Gilbert was fighting him like a victim fighting off a rapist. He didn't want Gilbert to hold that sort of fear, not after everything the poor man has been through with prostitution. Trying something a little different, Ivan pulled out further, angled himself, gripped narrow hips, and slammed back in. To his delight, Gilbert arched off the bed, his eyes flew wide, and he screamed in pleasure. Found it!
Ivan wasted no more time in being slow or gentle. Now it was just the animal lust of sex driving him on. His hands were firmly set on Gilbert's hips, lifting the man's bottom off of the bed to pull the other onto his cock. Gilbert weighed nearly nothing, and all Ivan had to do was move the man on and off of his dick, which he did. All Gilbert could do was grip at the sheets and thrash in the heat of passion while his ass was rammed over and over again. Ivan felt he was being too rough. No, he KNEW he was being too rough with such a delicate person. But Gilbert had wanted this, and now he had it. There was no going back now.
"Feel better?" Ivan asked with a gasp and a thrust.
"AH! Ye-yes!- AH!" It was still painful, but the pleasure from that little spot was enough to ward it off. "More…Ivan." He pleaded.
And Ivan delivered. Gilbert had to bite at his bottom lip to keep from screaming in pleasure and pain; he didn't want the others to hear them. It would raise questions and unnecessary suspicion. Ivan's weight was crushing him as the thrusts grew more powerful. Gilbert threw his arms around the wide back, dragging his nails down the skin to leave small red marks. The pounding of that hard cock forced to drive his nails deeper into Ivan's skin, drawing blood. He bit into the other's neck to hold back his cries while trembling hands clawed at the back in white-hot pleasure. Ivan was fucking him hard. It was hurting so good! Gilbert feared the large cock would burst through his lower stomach, and if it did, then he would die in pure pleasure. He was no match for Ivan's strength, weight, endurance, and speed. All he could do was lie there and clutch at his lover while his body was fucked hard and raw. This was the first time he was having sex that he really had wanted. And God above, did it feel good! His eyes opened, welling with fresh tears as Ivan's punishing thrusts grew faster. Gilbert broke his mouth away to let out strangled cries of pleasure. The speed of Ivan's thrusts were too much for him to cry out loud. There was a building in his lower belly. His toes curled; his back arched, and his arms clenched at the strong back as the build up was nearing its end. With fresh tears pouring down his cheeks like a waterfall, and an opened mouth smile of relief, Gilbert shuddered violently and came between them. His cock was pressed against Ivan's stomach and his cum coated the skin between them, hot and wet.
Ivan let out a strangled, pleasured growl of his own when Gilbert's muscles clenched painfully around him. With another thrust or two he exploded inside the smaller man. It had really been too long since he had last cum, and it showed. Panting heavily, he pulled out of Gilbert's welcoming body to look at the damage (if any) he had done. Gilbert's hole was red and started to swell with the excess of his cum trickling out. Some of the white substance was tinted with blood, but those inner tears would heal. He looked at Gilbert, who was flat on the bed with his face flushed and eyes wide with afterglow. Ivan couldn't help but smile with pride. He had actually fucked him senseless. However, there were multiple bruises on the frail body; finger prints, dark purple and blue. His own shoulders ached from Gilbert's clawing, but those were considered sex battle scars. Yet with rough fucking there had to be some tenderness. Ivan laid down beside him, brought Gilbert's face to his own, and lightly kissed him. He was thrilled when Gilbert responded to the kiss, lifting a thin hand to stroke his cheek. Ivan purred, and wrapped his arms around Gilbert's body to pull him close in a lover's embrace. Gilbert's arms were securely locked around his neck, and his own around the narrow waist.
"I apologize if I was too rough…but it's been so long for me."
"It's alright. I'm used to pain…and it was a good pain." Gilbert whispered against his cheek. "Will you…stay with me like this?"
Ivan smiled softly. "I will. I hope that we can both go to bed together at night and wake up next to each other for a long, long time."
Gilbert rests his head on Ivan's chest, not wanting the man to see him start to cry. His body was shaking with sobs, joyful sobs. Ivan cared for him! Ivan may even love him! Love…a word he thought he had lost when Fredrick had died. But he had growing love for this man holding him in a tender embrace, as one would their true love. Was Ivan to be his light in this dark, dark world? Was Ivan his only star in a starless night? Whatever Ivan was going to be to him, Gilbert eagerly welcomed it.
"Everything is going to change now. Our world will be different." Gilbert finally spoke when he was able to find his voice.
"Sometimes, change is better. And you're not alone, Gillie. I'll be right here with you for as long as you need me."
Gilbert clung to Ivan and let his sobs of relief and joy be freely heard. He couldn't be happier than he was at this moment!
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Outside the wagon, Billy was strolling by when he happened upon the unmistakable noise of fucking. He leaned his ear against the wall of the wagon, hearing the name 'Ivan' called over and over again. The wagon was rocking. Billy's smile slowly turned into a mischievous grin as an idea had just come to him.
"I have to tell Clifford about this! We'll be fuckin' RAKING the money in!"
End Chapter 6 TBC
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