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White Crimson	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
***Warnings: Hardcore Yaoi, language, violence, minor character death

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 7

The following day, while Gilbert lay in his bed, two councilman and three Royal Guards entered his chambers. Tired, sore, and weak, Gilbert lazily turned his head on the pillow to meet their gazes. For a moment he wondered if they had come to bring him to the block. At this time Gilbert would gladly welcome death and smile as he lay his head on the block. Yet he knew there had to be a trial or two before the long walk to the platform. Either these men were here to have their perverted way with him, or they would take him for some questioning. He wished Ludwig was here with him now, even if the man could do little to protect him. Just Ludwig's presence would be enough to calm his nerves.

"Sir Gilbert, we are here to escort you to the High Council courtroom for your first trial. No harm will come to you if you comply peacefully."

Gilbert said nothing as he threw the covers off and sat up in the bed, trying not to show signs of pain. Wearing only the long tunic and iron collar, Gilbert shivered in the cold of the room. One of the Royal Guards came over with the shackles to place around his waist before shoving him towards the door. He managed to conjure up a glare to give the guard, but peacefully left the room with the others surrounding him. How he wished he had shoes on his feet for the stones were cold, and once outside it would be ten times worse. Walking up steps made him cringe from pain in his backside and thighs. A sound must have escaped him because a guard hissed at him to be silent. Gilbert did not retaliate but continued on with the others, nearing the door that led outside.

Once the door opened Gilbert felt the massive wave of cold hit his body, forcing him to shudder violently. The guard shoved him roughly out the door, which landed him in the light snow. The snow bit at his skin and made the iron around his hands grow colder. As he was pulled back up onto his feet, his tunic was now wet with snow. It would be a very long walk to the High Council courtroom and Gilbert feared he would not be able to make it without proper clothing for warmth. Still, the councilmen and guards pushed him along through the freezing snow. He found himself wishing again for Ludwig's company, and his wish was granted when his eyes caught sight of the man walking up the way. Ludwig came to a halt when his eyes met with Gilbert's.

"Morning, gimp." Said one of the Royal Guards in Ludwig's direction.

Ludwig kept a stern face as they passed, focusing his gaze on Gilbert's shivering form. "Where is he going?"

"To trial." Said a councilman. "See to it that the blood is properly cleaned off of the chamber cell's floor." He was referring to the blood left by the dead bodies, which had already been fully removed.

"I will make sure a servant cleans it properly today." Was Ludwig's simple answer to the men as they continued to walk by. Beside him, he heard someone whispering his name. His eyes fell on Eliza, who was peeking around the corner of a tower. Ludwig waited until the men were out of sight before walking over to her. "What is it?"

"Do you know where they are taking him?"

"To trial. Shouldn't you already know that?" She gasped softly.

"Wh-why would I?"

Ludwig looked around, making sure they were alone before continuing. "I saw you yesterday talking to one of the Royal Guards. You know Gilbert, and you also know what is going on. Just who are you?" Ludwig's answer came with a kick to the gut, a fist to the back, and a small but VERY strong body knocking him down only to bend his arm back. "GAAAH! What are you doing?"

"I liked you at first," she hissed "now I have to kill you!"

Ludwig tried to buck her off, but she knew how to keep a man down. "I won't say anything! What would I have to gain by exposing you or Gilbert?" He hissed when she pulled his arm further, threatening to dislocate it.

"How can I trust you? How much do you know?" Elizaveta realized they were in the open. "We can't talk here."

He gave a grunt. "Then let me go and we'll go to my chambers."

Elizaveta let him up, but she kept a dagger at his back while they went to his chambers. Once inside, Ludwig locked the door behind him and shook the snow from his cloak. Elizaveta put away her dagger inside the apron and stood with the poise of a soldier. Ludwig stared at her for a moment, noticing the stance but choosing to say nothing about it. Instead, he stuck to the subject of Gilbert. "You are a supporter of him, that much is obvious."

"Yes, he is an old friend of mine. We've been friends since we were young. So are you on our side, or do I have to kill you after this little conversation?"

Ludwig crossed his arms. "I am on no one's side. I don't care if the old ways are restored or if the new ways remain. All of that is of little matter to me. I do not believe in gods or spirits."

Elizaveta gave him a pitiful look. "Do you really feel that way? If you do, then I pity you, truly."

"This rebellion for religion is ridiculous. Granted, Gilbert's cause is more logical than the king's. Still, in my view, it is a waste of time. Instead of rebelling, people should be doing their duties, such as tending to their farms and building. Working in ways to better our society and way of life."

She gasped. "We ARE helping our society by restoring the old ways and faith! Do not say our cause is useless or I will have to kill you." She growled at him.

"Whether or not I share your believes is of little concern right now. I consider myself a just and honest man. The corruption, lies, and treatment of Gilbert is monstrous. Those councilmen will find Gilbert guilty even if all the evidence points to him being innocent. It is disgusting."

"I agree, which is why I am trying to help."

Ludwig nodded. "Yesterday I saw one of the councilmen pay the examiner to say that Gilbert was not innocent in body, even though he was."

She smirked proudly. "Don't worry about that. Our side has taken care of it." She turned her green eyes onto him. "Will you help us save Gilbert? You work in these parts so you could be a massive use to us. I've seen how you care for him." She smiled.

Ludwig leaned against the door to take some weight off of his knee. "He and I fought together in a battle or two. I was a soldier while he was a knight. He barely noticed me, but everyone knew who Sir Gilbert of House Prussia was. Since my knee wound…I am unable to fight as a soldier, but I will help in any way I can because there is a certain bond soldiers have with one another. You probably don't understand it."

Elizaveta gave him a serious look and said, "Oh yes I do."

Ludwig silently questioned that look, then said, "I'm on no one's side but my own. Yet you do not have to fear about bribes with me. As I said, I am just, honest, and dutiful. I hate corruption in all its forms."

"Good. Welcome aboard." She smiled and took his hand. "Come on, we have a trial to catch. I know of a spot where we can view without being seen."

"I'm sure I know which spot you speak of-" He hissed when she painfully twisted his wrist "but you can lead the way. One last question before we go?" She looked at him. "Are you a soldier?" Her mischievous smile was all the answer he needed to confirm his suspicious. Now everything strange about the young woman made sense.

"I'm not a soldier, I'm a knight."

Ludwig was unable to respond to that once she pulled him out of the room.

/

A smile lit up Gilbert's face once he entered the courtroom surrounded by warmth. His feet were frozen and aching from the long walk in the snow, so he wiggled his toes into the soft carpet beneath him. The Royal Guards shoved him along the large aisle while all eyes of every noble and knight were upon him. He tried to look around for familiar, friendly faces and the only one he could spot was Roderich. Ahead of him sat the High Court judges upon their courtroom bench. Gilbert had to tilt his head up to meet all five faces. These men considered him a friend, and Gilbert the same. They were elderly men, but wise in their knowledge of the realm and justice. Fredrick held them in very high regard, and Gilbert could only hope that their loyalty to Fredrick remained true. To the right of them sat the bastard king with a proud, smug smirk while gazing at Gilbert's appearance. The Royal Guards chained his shackles to the top bar of the stand, securing him in place. He desperately wished for a chair to rest his freezing legs and body.

The king spoke first. "Are you so frozen that you have forgotten how to kneel before your king?"

Gilbert gave him a dark look. "I recognize no king but Fredrick." The court was silent while the king's face grew red.

"I see being in the chamber dungeon has not helped to cool your fiery tongue. Shall we have it removed?"

"Don't copy my techniques, kid."

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!" The boy king hollered at him. One of the Royal Guards came up to the stand and tried to force Gilbert onto his knees.

"KNEEL BEFORE YOUR KING!" The guard commanded, but Gilbert had barricaded his feet to the sides of the stand and fought the man's strength.

"I will not!" Gilbert force out. "He is no king of mine!"

"Leave him be!" Hollered one of the High Councilman and the Royal Guard obeyed. "Sir Gilbert, if you will not kneel before the king, then kneel before us instead." The king tried to speak but the councilman stopped him.

Gilbert bowed his head to the old man and gave a knight's kneel.

"The trial has now begun." Said another judge. "Sir Gilbert, you may rise and have permission to speak your innocence first."

Gilbert rose and bowed his head again. "Thank you, sirs. I am guilty of leading the rebellion to restore the old ways, however, I do not see it as a crime. I have no issues with the new 'king's' own religion, but it is unfair to force and scare others into believing it. I would gladly send word to all my people and followers, telling them to lay down their weapons and make peace with the realm. But I will not give that order unless the boy-king decides to make worshipping a choice."

The judges whispered among themselves, then the middle one spoke. "But the king's religion is harmless as well. We of the High Council do not meddle in the conscience and religious matters of the people. Our job is to rule, justify, and protect the public by keeping the realm in order. You have done nothing but cause religious chaos throughout the realm! Is that what Fredrick would have wanted? For you to destroy his realm? To split it up between spirits and gods?"

Gilbert tried to speak, but another judge interrupted him. "Sir Gilbert, we all know that you were one, if not the only, favorite of the late King Fredrick. THAT is where our concerns lie. Are you doing this out of love for your late king, or are you really leading this rebellion because you solely believe in the old ways?"

'Ludwig said those same words.' Gilbert said to himself. 'I do question who I am doing this for, but the only answer I come to is 'I have to do it'.'

"Yes, 'love'!" The boy-king said with disgust. "Everyone knows you were more to my uncle than just a favorite knight and advisor! Where is the examiner? I want that man in here to testify now!"

"Send him in." Called one of the judges to a guard at the door. The guard pushed it opened and called for the examiner. The man strolled lazily into the courtroom wearing the same clothes and mask from last night. Gilbert felt a twinge of uneasiness in his belly when the man stood beside him. "You examined Sir Gilbert yesterday, correct?"

The examiner nodded. "Yes sir."

"And what are your findings?" The king asked with a smirk.

"I will answer politely since there are women present, but he was innocent in body, my lords." The king gasped in surprise and the judges whispered to one another.

"And you know that for certain?" Asked one judge.

"I do. Once again, too many women here, but, I will say this. Just because there was no… 'pre-marital' relationship between him and Fredrick does not mean other 'things' did not go on behind closed doors." The courtroom whispered and Roderich gripped his pants tightly. Those words were not what they had agreed on when Roderich paid the man thirty gold. "There are MANY things two people can do when alone and out of sight. Some of you know better than others." He joked and the courtroom chuckled a bit. "So as far as I am concerned, your graces, no one will know because no one was there."

"Thank you for your time, examiner." The eldest judge dismissed the man then turned back to Gilbert. "Would you like to respond?"

"I just want to say that the relationship I had with King Fredrick was one built on trust and friendship. All of us here today are nobles, lords, knights, or royals. We ALL know how much betrayal, corruption, and lies are passed between the people we trust the most. I am certain that any one of you here, if you knew you had ONE reliable person in the realm to trust, wouldn't you embrace that person? Wouldn't you want them by your side helping you? That's what I was to Fredrick. I was a trustful individual who helped protect, advise, and care for him. He was like a father to me."

One judge spoke up. "No one here denies your love and loyalty to the late king. Many still share in that love. However, times have changed and we must change with them." Gilbert looked down, then back up at them.

"I don't want to change. There is nothing wrong with having your own beliefs and going about your day. The fake king sitting over there is nothing but a tyrant!"

The boy-king stood up furiously from his seat. "How dare you speak to me like that, HERETIC!"

"SILENCE!" Another judge shouted. "EVERYONE! SILENCE!" The boy-king sat down in a huff and Gilbert turned to the High Council. The councilman looked to the center judge. "Your verdict?"

The elderly man stood up carefully from his chair and looked down at Gilbert. "Sir Gilbert of House Prussia, we recognize and will always appreciate your dedication to the realm. While I myself have full belief in your words, I fear that many of your followers and supporters do not want to share the faiths in the realm as you do. It is those men and women we must find and investigate further. Unless you call off this rebellion, then I'm afraid you will remain in the chamber dungeon on death row until more evidence is discovered. From now on, there will no longer be any trials or judgments put in place about your relationship with the late king." Gilbert felt himself smile softly. "This court is adjourned for today."

/

Outside the courthouse, Elizaveta was sitting on Ludwig's shoulders as he balanced her by a broken window. She squealed and tightened her legs around his head, squeezing his cheeks. "Yes! That's great news! Gilbert's life is safe for a while!" She looked down at him between her legs. "That gives us more time!"

"Yes. Delightful news. You can get down now." Her dress landed over his face. "The last thing I need is to be declared a pervert for dishonoring a maid."

"Those are some strong shoulders you've got there!" She said as she leapt down from his head. "Hurry back to the dungeon grounds before anyone sees you. I need to go and speak to a few people."

"Very well. Be careful."

Ludwig waited until she was out of sight before making his way back to the dungeon grounds. He was eager to speak to Gilbert about the trial because he could only hear so much under Elizaveta's dress. Finding out that she was a knight who always dressed up as a man until now was surprising. He would have to let Gilbert know that he had met her. If the trials continue to go as well as this one did today, then there was a chance that Gilbert would be free of death row after a time. However, that was still a gamble for Ludwig to take. If he chose to help Gilbert and his supporters, yet they lose, how would he take it? Getting close to the person you are told to kill is a taboo. Death would come for him as well if he refused to kill Gilbert in the end. If they won, then there wouldn't be anything to worry about. But should he place a bet on that gamble?

"I suppose only the days will tell." He reasoned with himself and continued his walk to the dungeon grounds.

/

Gilbert flopped back onto the bed and squirmed on the fabric, grinning from ear to ear. A quarter of his trial was over, now he just had to wait on the rest. There would be no more talk about his relationship with Fredrick, and that was a major relief. Gilbert sighed happily and thought about the late king, picturing the man sitting at his chamber desk and writing. Always writing and always working. Gilbert closed his eyes to envision the memory further when the opening of his door broke all concentration. Pink eyes shot open and darted to the door only to relax when they saw it was Ludwig. "Hello, Ludwig." He sat up but noticed the beginning of an arousal beneath his tunic, so he closed his legs tightly. "Bringing food for me?"

"Yes, I have your dinner here." He placed the tray on the table. "I heard from Elizaveta that the trial went well."

"Yeah, it- " Gilbert froze. "W-Who did you just say?"

"Elizaveta, your friend. She is disguised as a woman now to help you. She dressed as a man to be a knight."

"…she is still a knight. One of the bests I know." Gilbert stood up and went over to the table, his stomach growling. "So she trusts you, then?"

"She does."

"I thought you didn't care about anything?" He ate a piece of cheese.

"Hmph." He turned away. "After seeing how corrupted things are because of stupid reasons…I have no choice but to help end it. So now, I am willing to help you." Gilbert's eyes widened with the cheese still in his mouth. "I don't care about the outcome, but it's better than just waiting around this dark place."

Gilbert swallowed the cheese to chuckle. "You're awesome, Ludwig."

"Hm."

'Don't forget, Gilbert, this man is still your death, but wants to help. Start working your magic now.' "I wanted to thank you again for trying to help me yesterday."

"It was nothing."

"No, it meant a lot." He moved to stand in front of Ludwig, tilting his head slightly to look at him. "You could have jumped right in with those guards."

Ludwig's tone was serious. "I don't like sharing and I don't like rape."

Gilbert smirked. "You like me, don't you, Ludwig?" He placed his hands on Ludwig's hips. "I remind you of everything you WERE…that's why you hang around me so much. I understand you." Gilbert loved watching Ludwig's surprised expression grow while his hands reached around to cup the tight, firm ass. "Two warriors with scars to bear."

Ludwig closed his eyes. "You shouldn't be doing this."

"But I want to…and so do you." Gilbert leaned up to nip at Ludwig's earlobe. 'He is my death.' Somehow, that made his cock spring to life and Ludwig felt it. "You're the only friend I have here, Ludwig. The only friend allowed in this dungeon."

Ludwig couldn't deny the fact that he did want Gilbert, and the man was freely offering himself. Should he take the chance? "I'm not sure…"

"Come, I'll rub your bad leg for you." Gilbert took him by the hand and pulled him over to the bed. Ludwig did not protest as the other shoved him on the bed. Gilbert unlaced the boots before lowering the wool leggings, exposing Ludwig's groin and scarred knee. Staring at the large organ, Gilbert had to slowly remove the leggings the rest of the way. "Impressive."

"I know." Ludwig said with a smirk and Gilbert responded with a raised brow.

"A little full of ourselves, are we?" He forced his eyes to look at the wounded knee, the scar and skin twisted together. Gilbert brought his hand down to stroke it. "Do you still wish you were a soldier?"

"I do." Ludwig sighed gently at the touch. "And I do envy your ability to still be a knight."

"Not so much now, though." He gently started to massage it with his palm. "Hey…who was the first person you ever killed? Do you remember?"

"Hmm…" he had to think about that for a moment, then "a boy at the iron mill. We were about the same age. I couldn't stop the cart on the tracks and he didn't move fast enough. The weight of the contents inside crushed his chest. It was an accident." He peeked an eye open. "What about you? Who was your first?"

Gilbert scoffed. "You wouldn't be surprised," he massaged Ludwig's thigh now "but it was an assassin trying to murder Fredrick. I saw him coming. I ripped the sword from the guard, ran over and held it in the air point up. The assassin did not see and ran straight into my blade. I can still remember his face…and his eyes…what must he have been thinking when my sword went through his belly?"

Ludwig was moaning in pleasure from the massage. "That he screwed up." Was his only answer. "Don't stop…keep rubbing."

Gilbert smiled and continued with the massage, loving the look of contentment on Ludwig's face. 'So far so good.' He remembered when Fredrick had started to get sick the king's bones would ache. Gilbert would always rub him from head to foot, hoping to relieve some of the pain. Remembering the tender moments made him blush and his cock swell again. Ludwig noticed too.

"Are you up for this? You were just…raped yesterday."

"I'm a fucking KNIGHT, Ludwig." He smirked. "I've been knocked around in battle before, and this pain is nothing. Pain is pain on the battlefield, but with sex there is pleasure with pain. I want to know what it REALLY feels like before I die." 'So I could have a better idea of what Fritz could feel like.'

"And you want it to be me?" Ludwig asked and sat up to face Gilbert's still bruised face.

"Yes…I want it to be you. I trust yo- eh?" Ludwig gripped his forearms and squeezed him tight.

"I'm not a gentle lover, Gilbert." Ludwig warned him, pulling the man closer. "And I will not forget the times on the battlefield where you scoffed or belittled me!"

Gilbert gave a lopsided smile. "Fair enough…just…try to be a bit gentle, okay?" Pink eyes pleaded with blue.

"It will be a 'good' kind of rough."

Ludwig pulled Gilbert into a kiss, crushing their lips together passionately. Gilbert made a noise or two but Ludwig forced his tongue inside. He could taste the reminisce of cheese, but it didn't change the fact that Gilbert's mouth was hot and moist. Ludwig felt the other's fists ball in his tunic, but he only pulled Gilbert closer. Now he was the knight and Gilbert the peasant soldier. Gilbert had been right when saying that Ludwig was jealous him. He was. But now he had control over this body that could do more than he. If he couldn't have it, then he could at least conquer it.

Gilbert had been taken aback by the sudden rough and passionate kiss. Ludwig kissed nothing like Fritz, but the king's was always soft and gentle. Gilbert liked the forcefulness of the kiss and welcomed the prying tongue that explored his mouth. He was kissing his death, and would soon be fucking his death as well. The eerie notion of it only managed to make him horny. So he tugged at Ludwig's shirt and forced the man to lay down with him, lying atop his body. Ludwig's weight was pleasant, unlike the heavy armor of the Royal Guards. It hurt his thighs when Ludwig settled between them, but the pain was short lived. Only once did he and Fritz lay like this, but it was a quick moment they shared. He had to gasp into Ludwig's mouth when he felt the large erection press against his balls. The heat from Ludwig's cock seemed to ignite his entire body. He pulled his mouth away to catch a breath.

"So hot…!" He panted.

"This will warm you up easily." Ludwig rocked against the other, rubbing their members together. He felt his face flush with longing when Gilbert's twisted prettily with pleasure. This was not a knight or a warrior beneath him right now, this was a lover. Gilbert may not be a virgin now, but his body is aching only for Ludwig's. Only for his cock and companionship. "Say you want me." Ludwig demanded.

Gilbert had already discovered that someone like Ludwig had to feel needed and dominant. If it helped to save his neck, then he would do it. "I want you…" He replied in a breathy moan, but in the back of his mind he heard it whisper 'I want Fredrick'. That voice made him feel guilty for what he is doing to Ludwig. Then he gasped when his tunic was lifted up to the iron collar, Ludwig having exposed his pale body.

Ludwig took a moment to properly gaze upon Gilbert's milky white skin covered in marks, but the man was no less attractive with them. Yes, Gilbert was a handsome male and Ludwig was going to have him first in the traditional way. Pink nipples hardened with the cold and his tongue came out to lap at one. He heard Gilbert moan and felt the other shudder pleasure beneath his mouth. Nipping and sucking at the pink nub, Ludwig's sex drive continued to rise with the pleasured sounds coming from Gilbert. He pulled his mouth away to brush over the raw skin between both nipples, giving it a lick before latching on to the other. He felt Gilbert's legs lift themselves higher along his waist so he thrust forward in response. Gilbert was bending back beautifully, and Ludwig would remember to take advantage of those bending skills later.

"S-Stop…it's too much!" Gilbert suddenly whined out at him.

"But I've only just begun." Ludwig started to kiss down the center of Gilbert's chest and belly, feeling the muscles twitch beneath his lips. "I will even do something that those men did not try."

Gilbert remembered being held down and his legs forced open by the guards while one settled roughly between his thighs. Ludwig was being much more gentle with tender kisses around his belly button, hip bones, and lower belly. His death was ravishing him perfectly, but the memories of yesterday were making the pleasure harder to experience. Yet when he felt those same hot lips from his belly suck on the tip of his erection, Gilbert arched his back with a cry of pleasure. Never had he experienced this part before, but the sucking sensation and Ludwig's groaning was driving him crazy. The vibrations traveled all through his body, making his already hard nipples tighten around the base and his stomach curl in delight. He brought his hands up to cover his face as the cries of pleasure continued to fill the room, and Ludwig's motions would only speed up. Gilbert's body was tightening with the familiar build up of orgasm, from his curling toes to his aching throat. Yet the promised pleasure faded with despair once Ludwig moved his mouth away, releasing his cock. The chill of Ludwig's saliva on the sensitive skin force another violent shudder through his body, and he looked at the other with hurt pink eyes asking why he had stopped.

"I don't want you to cum yet." Ludwig said deeply, pulling himself up so he was above the other. "I like you panting like this…your white skin is so flushed…such a strange coloring." He allowed one hand to travel down the firmly toned stomach and stop at the tip of the white patch of curls. "How are you so white?"

"I was born that way. I don't know why." Gilbert answered him, looking up through white lashes and seeing the flash of lust in blue. There had to be more he could do to stop Ludwig from moving so fast with this. He wanted to win his death over in more ways than sex. "Take off your tunic…I want to look and feel you." He gave a smile and stroked Ludwig's cheek with his hand. "I always wanted to feel those strong iron mine muscles of yours, which I am jealous of."

Ludwig quickly removed the tunic, now laying fully naked against Gilbert. "They are formed from years of intense hard labor." He said softly, closing his eyes when those calloused hands so much like his own stroked the back of his arms. The same hands traveled along his chest, back, and shoulders, seeming to trace the outline of muscle in their wake.

'He is very unlike Fritz.' Gilbert said to himself. 'But Fritz was much older than Ludwig…I wonder if at one time Fredrick DID feel like this?' That made white lids flutter closed and a sweet moan to escape from pink lips, a moan that Ludwig took was for him. "AH!" Gilbert's eyes shot open when he felt the tip of Ludwig's large cock press at his entrance. "W-wait! Wait, Ludwig! N-not so soon!"

"How can I not act like this when you made a beautiful sound like that for me?" And it was a beautiful sound, the moan that made a soft blush appear across his cheeks. Ludwig wanted to hear more just like it. What a stupid thing for him to be mesmerized by a sound and the sweet look of pleasure on Gilbert's normally obnoxious face. "Suck these, make them moist." He brought his fingers up to Gilbert's mouth, forcing three of them inside.

Gilbert figured what Ludwig wanted him to do, so he started to swirl his tongue around the digits. They wiggled a bit in his mouth, but Gilbert only moaned around them and sucked hard. Ludwig had thought the moan before was for him, but Gilbert had been thinking about Fredrick instead, not Ludwig. He would have to watch himself carefully to make sure the king's name did not slip from his lips while with Ludwig. The possessive look in those blue eyes could promise immediate death or a beating if Gilbert called another's name. Is Ludwig going to be possessive of him like Fritz was? If so, then Gilbert's chance of keeping his head just rose to a higher level.

Ludwig pulled his fingers from the hot mouth and sat back on his rump, taking some of the weight off of his knee. "Now suck me. Make me slick so when I enter you, I will not do much harm." He watched as Gilbert flipped his body around onto his belly, sliding over so his head was just above his cock. Sweetly, Gilbert kissed the tip and Ludwig gave a shudder of his own. Against his better judgment, Ludwig fisted his hand in white softness and forced himself into the other's mouth. "Gilbert…" He said with a husky groan. "So good." He guided Gilbert's head along his cock before moving it away and letting him continue on his own. Gilbert's chapped lips slid up and down, making the darkened skin wet with saliva. Ludwig found himself gazing at the white ass raised in the air where he would soon be buried inside. With a smirk he brought his hand to Gilbert's slightly swollen entrance, pressing the palm of a finger against the hot skin. Gilbert gasped around his cock and squirmed beneath the touch, but Ludwig only pressed harder.

Gilbert clenched his eyes shut at the pain of the pressure against his hole, remembering how the examiner had done the same thing prior to penetration. He had to remember that this was Ludwig and not that man, or better yet, his king. With the hot cock in his mouth hitting the back of his throat and a finger slipping inside, Gilbert pictured himself in his current position with Fredrick. Instantly he pressed back on the finger, swallowing the cock even further. The result was a massive moan from the man above and an arch of the hips towards his mouth. Gilbert gagged a bit when the tip hit the back of his throat, but it was overridden by the sudden wave of pleasure brought on by Ludwig's finger. Gilbert's eyes shot open and he cried out around Ludwig's member as a certain place within him was struck. He tried to remove his mouth but Ludwig held it, even doing as much as moving Gilbert's head for him. He had to grip Ludwig's thighs as the pleasure from now three fingers washed over him in waves, making his stomach tighten and his skin flush. The cock in his mouth grew thicker for a moment and a second later, hot seed had stung the back of his throat.

Ludwig shuddered when the minor orgasm hit him. He let go of Gilbert's hair to allow the man to pull back, his mouth dripping with thick cum. Gilbert hacked a bit and tried to wipe the drippings away, but Ludwig gripped the shackled-raw wrist tightly. He saw a look of pain sweep over Gilbert's features, and the hand that had just been pleasuring him now gripped the narrow chin. Squeezing Gilbert's jaw forced the man to keep his mouth open with the creamy substance still decorating the inside. Ludwig used his other hand to scoop some of it out and use it as some makeshift lubrication. Gilbert gasped when his fingers entered again, and Ludwig took in the wanton sight of HIS knight. Pale knees were spread wide on the bed and white hands pressed almost painfully into his thighs as narrow hips pushed back. Ludwig vowed that this was a sight for him and him alone.

"I think you're ready." Ludwig spoke and Gilbert turned pink eyes on him.

"This is definitely different…than yesterday."

"Of course it is." Ludwig folded his legs and easily lifted Gilbert from the bed and sat him on his lap. He made sure Gilbert's knees were on the bed and straddling him before guiding the perfect ass to the tip of his erection. "Wrap your arms around me." Strong pale arms encircled his neck while a hot forehead pressed against his own. Gilbert's pink eyes were lidded with passion as he body was trembling in Ludwig's hold.

"Why like this?"

"I need you to ride me because my knee will not allow me to stay comfortably above you."

'So I will be doing all the work.' Gilbert said to himself, but knew it was the only option for Ludwig's issue. He clenched his eyes shut again and pressed his lips to Ludwig's when the rough hands began to guide his body down, the tip pressing further in. Gilbert tried to hide the cry of pain in Ludwig's mouth but he had to pull away to let it out. The large tip forced its way past the swollen skin, which seemed to be refusing to stretch. "Stop…!" he cried out.

"I can't!" Ludwig said with a growl and dug his fingers into tight flesh as he shoved himself deeper into Gilbert's bowels. He knew that once the thrusting started, Gilbert's cries would be ones of pleasure once again. At the moment, Gilbert's nails were digging into his shoulders and the loud, choking cries rung in his ear.

"I SAID STOP!" Gilbert shouted and used his palms to try and push away from Ludwig. Ludwig, however, held him tight and the forced movement caused the cock to travel deeper, filling him to the brink. Gilbert's eyes were moist with tears, his face a mask of pain and shock. "Stars above…!" He softly cursed and tilted his head forward allowing the tears to fall. It hurt too much, just like yesterday. His inner muscles were screaming and his bruised thighs were aching. Ludwig's member felt like it was in his belly and would pierce any organ above it. Rough hands suddenly gripped his face and forced his eyes to look upon blue.

"I never said it would feel good right away. Pull yourself together! It's going to get better."

"How…can it?" Gilbert breathed out, looking deep into those blue eyes that were to be his death. This was his death seated so deeply inside of him. This was what he wanted, no, needed to do with Ludwig. He had to win his death over. This was the only way to control death from taking his life. He could endure it for awhile. "Do I…do I move?"

"I will guide you first." Ludwig lifted him a bit and seated him back down, but Gilbert only hissed in pain. "The more you move, the faster your muscles will accommodate me." He lifted him a bit higher this time and repeated the motions. This time, Gilbert gave a little gasp. "See? You can do it now."

'I can control my death.' Gilbert said to himself, resting his forehead against Ludwig's once again to hold his stare. He lifted himself further off of the other's cock and pressed down, feeling the hard organ cut through him like a knife. Swallowing the cry of pain, he lifted himself further again and pressed down harder but this time, the end result was different. Gilbert had to break the stare to cry out in pleasure as that spot was struck again, pink eyes rolling back into his head.

"I told you it'd be better." Ludwig smirked and lifted Gilbert again, arching his hips as he brought the other down.

"Fuck!" Gilbert cursed and shuddered. "Do it again!"

Ludwig complied with Gilbert's demand and started a series of upward thrusts. Gilbert moved easily with him now, rocking his hips forward when Ludwig's moved up. Each time the hard organ filled him fully each time and struck that special spot that made him cry out Ludwig's name. His cock just seemed to sink in further with each thrust. Gilbert himself started to move faster, lifting himself up and down on Ludwig. His own cock rubbed against the rock hard abdomen muscles, which only added to the pleasurable feelings inside. This sort of pleasure he could get used to. If only Fritz had gone through with their many, MANY 'almost' attempts at an intimate affair. Gilbert was certain the pleasure he was feeling now would be felt tenfold with his king. Fritz was his love and Ludwig was his death.

'Concentrate, Gilbert!' He said to himself, then, "more, Ludwig! Harder!"

"For as long as I can!" Ludwig pushed them down so Gilbert's back hit the mattress.

"AHH! Ludwig!" Gilbert cried out the other's name as the new position forced Ludwig's erection to curl further inside of him.

Ignoring the pain in his knee, Ludwig grit his teeth and started rocking his hips into his knight. He had to grip the sheets in his fists to help hold himself up while his cock slid in and out of that tight heat. No matter how much he thrust, Gilbert's body never seemed to stretch itself loose enough. Constant heat and tightness was met with each thrust inside, the best feeling during sex he had ever had. Gilbert's own hands were fisted in the sheets as well, but Ludwig would not have it. He forced the other's hands away from the bed and under his arms. "Grip my shoulders!" When he felt those nails dig into his skin, he nearly roared with pleasure and gave a hard thrust. Gilbert cried out and the bed screamed in protest.

"Just like that!" Gilbert breathed out. "More…Ludwig! I don't want you to stop!" He closed his eyes, 'don't stop, Fredrick.'

"Gilbert…" Ludwig leaned over him to whisper in his ear "my knight."

' 'My knight'?' Gilbert repeated in his mind and his eyes open despite the pleasurable thrusts filling him with delight. 'No…' another deep thrust made him shudder 'I am not your knight…' another deep thrust 'I am only Fredrick's knight…no one else's…' AHH! LUDWIG!"

"Cum for me…!" Ludwig continue to thrust brutally into him, rocking the bed against the wall as he did. Judging by Gilbert's wanton cries the man was enjoying the rough pleasure. "Cum just for me!" His knee was screaming in pain but he would not stop, not when Gilbert was so close to orgasm.

"Y-You too!" Gilbert gasped out, arching his head back as tears of pleasure trickled from his eyes. "Cum with me...!"

With a few more rough thrusts and pleasured wails, both men came together. Gilbert ejaculated between them, feeling his hot cum splatter against his belly and chest. Ludwig had given a deep groan of relief as he exploded inside Gilbert, feeling the liquid pool around him and dribble out. The sensation of Ludwig's cum in his backside made Gilbert shudder in delight. Their bodies were still trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm and Ludwig finally pulled out to fall beside Gilbert. He hissed in pain once the pleasure had subsided and the pain had returned. To his surprise, Gilbert shifted himself further down on the bed to lovingly kiss the wounded knee. Ludwig looked at him with a flush and his cock sprung to life again when pink eyes gazed up at him through white lashes.

'I get to see what Fredrick never could.' Ludwig said to himself.

"Another round, soldier?" Gilbert said, licking the top of his knee. "I can still feel my inner muscles throbbing from you…but the feeling is awesome, and I want more." He crawled along the length of Ludwig's body, staring into now soft blue eyes. 'I am winning him.' Gilbert told himself and licked his lips. "I don't care if I bleed…but I want you to fuck me again." He brought his hand down to wrap around the growing erection. "Fuck me until we're spent." He leaned down and gave Ludwig a gentle kiss. "We need comfort, you and I. Only we understand each other."

Ludwig sat up with Gilbert and held the pale cheeks in his hands. "Do you mean these words you say?" Never had such words been spoken to him before. As hard and as cold as his heart was, Ludwig felt it start to beat again with anxious passion for this man before him. A man he was to kill.

"I do." Gilbert gave him a sweet, uncharacteristic smile. "We warriors must stick together…until death."

Ludwig wrapped his arms around Gilbert's waist and pulled the man tightly against him. "Until death." 'Such beautiful and unique eyes. Those eyes will haunt me until the end of my days. If I have to kill you so no other can have you, so be it. If you go free…then I will come with you, religious reasons or no.'

"Thank you for this, Ludwig." Gilbert whispered to him. "You managed to blanket out the pain of yesterday and replace it with new memories." He kissed him. "I want more."

"And you shall have it." Ludwig pulled Gilbert to lay on top of him and they shared in a soft, passionate kiss.

/

Roderich stared at the setting sun from his window, thinking over the subject in the document he had received from Arthur.

'Fredrick named Gilbert his heir.' Roderich said to himself. 'Fredrick wanted Gilbert to be king in his stead, then act as regent for his nephew. But how did these documents get mixed up? Someone must have known Fredrick's plans and switched them at the last minute.' Roderich looked over at the document on his desk. 'King Gilbert of House Prussia…what a frightening thought, but we need to make this work. With Gilbert as king the old ways can be restored…and then, I can ask as head advisor to the king.' That made Roderich smile. He was no stranger to the want of power. "We could fix EVERYTHING!"

Roderich began to scheme until a frantic knocking came at his door. "LET ME IN!" It was Arthur.

"Enter!" Arthur rushed in and shut the door. The man had unshed tears in his green eyes as he faced Roderich.

"It's terrible!" He panted out. "I- I just…I just left him! I said he was alright! I said he was fine! HE WAS FINE!"

Roderich ran to him and gripped his shoulders. "Arthur! Calm yourself! Whom do you speak?"

"ALFRED!"

"Keep your voice down! What about Alfred? What has happened?" A bell from a town crier could be heard outside his window so Roderich rushed over and opened it. He tried to make out what the crier was saying.

"WE HAVE THE HERETIC! WE HAVE THE HERETIC! COME! COME! REJOICE!"

"Heretic? They have Alfred?" He looked back at Arthur with fearful purple eyes.

"I can't go down to that courtroom alone!" Arthur choked out. "I…I fear for…for the worse!"

"Come!" Roderich urged Arthur to follow him as they left his chambers and made their way to the courtroom.

Once they arrived, noblemen had already starting pouring and some had already been here. Roderich pulled Arthur to his usual seat and looked to the king who sat upon his throne. The Royal Guards stood in a line on either side of him. Arthur was gripping his hand painfully.

"Send him in!" The king ordered and a soldier wearing the new uniform of the king's religion came storming in, a leather sack in his hand.

"My good king!" The man bowed. "I have wondrous news! The heretic war leader Alfred has been slain!" Arthur's hand flew to his mouth, but Roderich quickly lowered it to keep them from being found out. "I bring you, in this sack, the head of the heretic who defies our gracious king!"

"Keep…calm." Roderich whispered to Arthur, who looked about to faint or burst out crying. "Don't let them know…we know him." Roderich himself felt sick to his stomach.

The king stood up and clapped. "Well done, my friend! Well done indeed!" He laughed triumphantly. "Tomorrow we shall place his head upon a spike at the front castle gate for ALL to see! A warning to those who dare to defy me and my realm!"

"WAIT!" One of the Royal Guards stepped forward, and Roderich knew immediately who it was.

"Oh no…" he whispered, his voice laced with dread. 'He will destroy everything we've worked for.'

"Let me look upon this head."

The king smirked. "Granted."

Ivan stepped down from the dais and removed his helmet, dropping it carelessly to the floor as he ripped the bag from the man's hands. Pausing a moment, he stuck his fingers through the top and pulled the bag open. His eyes widened as he looked upon the face of his lover, then quickly closed the leather bag. His body began to shake, the black armor rattling as it did. "Alfred…"

"Did you know that heretic leader, guard?" The king questioned in a firm tone. "Are you with him?"

Roderich felt all hope drain from his heart as Ivan turned to face the king.

"Because of you…" Ivan growled. "He was murdered because of YOU!"

"What is wrong with you? Guard, stand down!" The boy-king commanded.

Ivan's eyes turned dark and his face was a mask of pure hatred and horror. It struck obvious fear in the boy king. "I denounce the realm! I denounce the Royal Guards!" he pulled out his sword. "AND I DENOUCE YOU! MURDERER!"

Ivan lifted the blade over his head and flung it straight towards the boy king.

End Chapter 7 TBC

***Cliffhanger? Yes. I'm known for them. For any of you who have read all my other stories, you know I am a HUGE RusAme fan! So don't be angry! *hides*
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