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Goodnight Noises Everywhere	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1121 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
***Warning: Language, minor yaoi
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
'Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.'- Mark Twain
Chapter 7: On With The Show
"Cliff! Cliff!" Billy burst in to the office, shutting the door and locking it behind him. "You won't believe this!"
Clifford looked up from a pile of paperwork. "This had better be good."
"I caught our two new arrivals fucking in their wagon!"
"And this effects me how?" He asked with annoyance.
Billy grinned. "There's more than one reason that will interest you. First, that big guy, Vanya? Well, Vanya is not his real name. His real name is Ivan."
"Ivan, you say?" Clifford tapped the tip of the pen against his lips. "The name you speak does ring a bell. But where have I heard it before? It is an unusual name for this part of region."
"Wait, isn't that wanted posted in the city have a guy with the name 'Ivan'?"
Clifford gasped. "You know, you're right! The police have been here before searching for him. They say he is a very big man with purple eyes and a big nose."
"Our Ivan has purple eyes and a big nose." Billy took a deep breath. "Cliff…that's four thousand dollars right there. Four thousand dollars is SITTING in our wagon fucking the new main attraction! I say we turn him in for the gold!"
"No." Clifford folded his hands. "I have a much better plan. You see, dear Billy, I want Gilbert to stay here with me. He's Ivan's fuck buddy, and who knows? Maybe they're 'in love'. I need Ivan working on OUR side to keep Gilbert here. I have a whole new idea to add to Gilbert's demon mirage, but I need our lovely albino to comply. Ivan will help us do that, especially if they are fucking each other."
"What is your new idea? How the hell can it be better than four thousand dollars?"
Clifford gave a dark and devious smirk. "We'll talk with 'Vanya' tomorrow."
/
Gilbert lay in Ivan's arms, his cheek firmly planted over the steady heart beat. No matter how hard he tried, the tears just wouldn't stop coming. Ivan was stroking his head while trying to soothe and comfort him. It was working, but it didn't stop the tears. Gilbert would never forget this moment that they shared together. Ivan didn't just fuck him and leave. Ivan was here with him, laying beside him, and giving him the love and comfort that he needed in this dark time. This was one of his happiest times in all his years of life with the first being having met Fredrick. Which reminded him, he still had the flute. He wished he could write a song for the both of them; a song dedicated to both Fritz and Ivan for being the warm light in his cold, dark world. But he couldn't write music, only play it. He had to give back something before he died.
"Gilbert? Why are you still crying?"
"They're happy tears, Ivan. Don't worry about it." He smiled. "I'm just really happy. Maybe you don't love me right now but you will. Don't you worry about that!" He lifted his head and body to look at Ivan's face. Gilbert forced more tears back when Ivan wiped an existing one away with his thumb.
Ivan returned the smile. "You'll be alright, Gillie. Everything is going to be fine from now on. Whatever trials are thrown at us we'll work together."
Gilbert let out a sob and a chuckle. "Ivan…those few little words have meant the world to me. They were more valuable than gold."
"Well…as they say…money can't by happiness."
Gilbert raised a brow. "That's a bunch of horseshit."
Ivan chuckled. "It is, but it sounds right at this time." He brought Gilbert in to a chaste kiss. "Sleepy yet? Because I am."
"Of course! Good sex on a full belly? Who couldn't ask for more?" The albino flopped onto the bed. "And now some much needed sleep." He turned to Ivan. "With you by my side."
"Always." Ivan took Gilbert's hand and held it tight between them.
" 'Always' is the wrong word to use." Gilbert's voice softened then, and his tone became sad. "I'm not going to be here forever."
"Same goes for me. I could die tomorrow from a freak accident, and so could you." Gilbert was silent. "Let's just make the most of the time we have."
The albino smiled. "Okay…sounds good! Just promise me that you'll be here with me when I wake up?"
"I promise."
He held the albino close, watching the pale face slowly relax in to peaceful sleep. Poor Gilbert, he suffers so much and will be made to suffer further with this circus. But it was all for the chance to extend his life, even if only by a few months. Ivan hoped that he wasn't making a mistake by taking this chance with Gilbert. The albino was a loyal friend; faithful and true to those who treat him nicely. Gilbert deserved to be loved and respected, and Ivan could give him that. Yet in the end, who would suffer the most? Gilbert will die and all his emotions and thoughts will be wiped away. Ivan figured he would live on with just the memories of this sickened little albino rabbit begging for love in a treacherous world that showed no mercy. Ivan only hoped that in the end he would be strong enough to accept Gilbert's death and continue on with his life. There was a saying he remembered his father speaking of after their mother died. 'She is dead; I'm not'.
It took Ivan some time to figure out exactly what those words meant, and when he did, it had changed his outlook on life and death. He will love Gilbert until the day he dies. Gilbert will be part of the earth; buried in the dirt in an endless sleep of peace and tranquility. Ivan will be left to suffer, but his father's words promised change and chance. While he was still alive he could make things better for himself. He can heal the wounds left by Gilbert's death with other means. The world shouldn't have to stop because of one life changing event. Ivan would miss Gilbert, of that he knew. He would never tell Gilbert any of this even though he knew that the albino would understand. Some things were better left unsaid.
Now Gilbert was snoring beside him, and Ivan felt himself smiling. It gave him great joy to know that he had brought some happiness into Gilbert's life this night. Tomorrow their lives would change, but hopefully for the better. So Ivan pulled him close and fell asleep with his precious albino snuggled in his arms.
/
The morning came and went. Gilbert had stuffed himself fat on bread and flat cakes while Ivan followed close behind, only he chose to add fresh eggs. After breakfast, Gilbert was taken by the tailor to get his demon outfit fitted and worked on. Ivan was left to do a little bit of cleaning in the animal wagons, mainly scooping out piles of dung and clumped pee into a wheelbarrow. As he was pushing the wheelbarrow to the dumping area, he heard people approaching. Turning around, he saw that it was Clifford and Billy, both wearing large smiles. Ivan frowned beneath his bandages, wondering what the men were wearing smiles about.
"Vanya! Good afternoon to you!" Said Clifford. "Billy and I would like to see you in our office for a moment. Take a break why don't you?"
"Okay." Ivan dropped the wheelbarrow, removed the gloves, and followed the men into the office wagon. Billy offered him a chair in front of the desk, which Ivan took with gracious thanks. Billy went around the desk to stand with Clifford, both still wearing those same smiles. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all." Said Clifford, folding his arms. "We want to discuss some of Gilbert's demon features and ideas with you."
"…okay?"
Billy spoke first. "Listen carefully. I was walking by your wagon when you were fucking the albino."
Ivan stared at him, his whole body frozen on the chair.
Billy continued. "I heard Gilbert calling your name: Ivan. Ivan. Ivan. Over and over again." He grinned.
Ivan smacked his lips before answering. "What does this have to do with anything?"
Clifford answered. "There is nothing to fear from us, Vanya. Or should we say, Ivan Braginski."
Ivan's eyes widened and he took in a gasp. "How did-"
"We made the connection." Answered Clifford. "You see, the police were here some time ago asking about you. Sometimes when people want to disappear from the world, they come to an establishment like mine and try to hide. Be warned, the police do come here from time to time." He saw the glare of fury in Ivan's eyes. "However, the police will NEVER have you. YOU, Ivan Braginski, are MINE. I own you now. Keep your mirage of a diseased man for it is working."
Ivan just stared at him. "Why would you not turn me in? The prize money can do wonders for your circus."
Clifford smiled. "Indeed, it can. However, that money can come and go. You, however, can earn me MORE money by remaining here!" He grinned. "If you don't want us to turn you in, then you have to make yourself extra useful to us while living here."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Billy started "Clifford has your answers to that."
"You see, Ivan, we really need Gilbert here to bring in the money." Clifford said. "I have a new plan to help increase our pay. We will sell many small vials of rats' blood, claiming them to be 'demon blood'. During show time, however, you must drain the blood from Gilbert into a small bowl. You will in turn give this bowl to Billy, who will 'bottle it' and get it ready for sale."
Ivan just stared at him. "So you…won't turn me in if I only help you bring in profit?"
"Precisely!" Billy said with a grin. "We'll show you how to do it, and it won't be that much blood. Gilbert trusts you, so who better to take his blood than a trusted friend? BUT. There is still another way for you both to earn extra gold." Billy wiggled his brows.
Ivan swallowed hard. "What do you have in mind?"
Clifford stood up from the desk. "A priest fucking a demon of famine will draw in many customers. The display of public sex behind tent walls is a great way to earn extra money. To make things simple, this is what we want you to do. You will be the pseudo priest who has control over the Demon Angel Famine. You will drain his blood, and then you will fuck him. You will only fuck him during the night when it is a strict 'men only' code."
Ivan shook his head. "Gilbert would never do it. He would never have sex in front of people. I know for certain draining his blood would drive him over the edge. He is so weak and ill to begin with that bleeding him seems like something that may kill him. Is there any other way?"
Clifford sighed. "If you want to be turned in, then yes. If you wish to remain free and have my protection from the police," He leaned over the desk with a dark smile "You will get Gilbert to comply with our terms. You WILL work hard to achieve this, Ivan Braginski. Fail us and I will turn you in. Bring us in a hefty profit, and you and your albino lover will be living the high life! Gilbert will live longer, and you shall be free. The choice is yours."
Without another word, Ivan nodded his head. He shook their hands while their mouths were muttering something that he could not hear; he was too much in shock to comprehend. How could he say no to such blackmail? These men had the power and authority to turn him in to the police. Ivan couldn't go back to the asylum. He would rather suffer in Gilbert's place tenfold to avoid going to that horrid place.
As he wandered aimlessly out of the wagon, he thought back to those terrible times: that tiny cell, that straight jacket, those men in white shirts, the drugs, the needles, everything. Ivan had to stop to rest on a bench or else he would collapse. His legs were weak, his body numb, and his mind running rampant with memories. Dark memories. He could still picture the room where all these horrors took place. He remembered the smell most of all. It smelt of iron, metal, medicines, and death. People had died that room in excruciating pain and terror in the name of 'medical science' as it was once told to him. And that table, the medical examination table. Always dirty, always rusty. The floor around it was always stained with blood and other things. And then there were the belts. The feeling of being completely restrained while doctors did nothing but cause pain threatened to make him lose the contents of his stomach.
He couldn't go back there. He couldn't. Some might say he is selfish, but none of them have experienced what he had. So who were they to talk? Yes, he did care for Gilbert, but nothing in this world would force him to go back. If he had to make Gilbert compliant to this whole showbiz nonsense, then that's what he'll have to do. He can make it up to Gilbert in other ways.
"Ivan!"
Ivan looked up at the sound of his name to see Gilbert coming over to him with a piece of candy. "Hey."
"The candy guy gave me this thing! It's a sucker! It has rainbow colors in it!" Gilbert happily licked the rounded hard candy on a stick. "What's wrong? You look sad."
"Oh…it's nothing, really. Just having some…flashbacks of a darker time in my life."
"Your mom's accident?"
"Not exactly." He glanced up at Gilbert. "They know my real name is Ivan."
Gilbert lowered his sucker. "How do they know?"
"Billy walked by the wagon last night when we were- "
"Oh. THAT." Gilbert blushed, but smiled. "Well…so long as they don't know your FULL name you're safe. I keep thinking about last night too." He licked the sucker. "I'm hurting now…but it was well worth it."
"Good. I'm glad." Ivan stood up. "Gilbert-"
"Gillie. Call me Gillie, remember?"
"Gillie…please don't think me rude, but I really, really need to be alone right now."
Gilbert tilted his head to the side, lowering his sucker. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm here to talk to if you need it."
Ivan forced a smile. "I understand, but this is something that you cannot help with unless you've been there."
White brows furrowed. "I can try to understand if you'd tell me?"
Ivan shook his head. "Please, Gillie, just leave me be for now, okay? I promise I'll talk to you later. For right now, I want to be alone."
"Sure, whatever. Come find me later. I'll be around."
Gilbert angrily sucked on the candy as he watched Ivan walk away without so much as a word of 'goodbye'. They had fucked like wild rabbits last night, and now Ivan was shoving him off because of 'bad memories'? That wasn't fair to say. Gilbert shouldn't be angry over Ivan's personal issues. The man was still fairly private about his life, keeping many of the details to himself. He shouldn't give his lover a hard time.
"Gilbert, my dear boy!" Gilbert cringed at the sound of Clifford's voice.
"What is it?"
Clifford twirled his cane as he approached. "How was your fitting?"
He lowered the sucker. "Fine, I guess. I'm not too happy about hardly wearing any clothes. Only a ripped top."
"Ah, but you are representing 'famine'. Best to look the part, yes?" He twirled his mustache. "I'm glad I found you. Please, come in to my wagon so we can discuss a few things about your 'performance'."
Gilbert followed the plump man into the wagon, sucking loudly on his candy on purpose as he took a seat. Clifford sat across from him at the desk.
"Do you like that candy?"
"Sure do!"
"I'm thrilled to see you enjoying yourself. Now then, onto business." Clifford took out a couple of papers. "How do you feel about bloodletting?"
Gilbert raised a brow. "Bloodletting? Isn't that cutting your skin to let the blood leak out?"
"Yes. Would you be willing to give some blood during performance times?"
"Hell no! What do you want my blood for? I cough up the damn stuff daily! I don't want it leaking out of my arms too!"
Clifford put his hands up. "Hear me out first. We will be selling your blood, but it won't actually be yours. It will be rats' blood in small vials. What we will need is for you to give a bit of blood, we'll take it in the back, pretend to bottle it, and then sell the people the rats' blood in its place."
"Might I ask why we are selling blood?" The idea of it made him shudder.
"Superstition, of course." Clifford chuckled. "People are easy to fool when they believe what they see. I plan to market it as an 'all healing' blood source. Maybe not 'all healing'. Perhaps a 'good luck charm' of sorts? The blood of a famine demon could work OPPOSITE and make a person's life full and bountiful. Or maybe an aphrodisiac?"
"But that's lying."
"That's business." Clifford smiled. "I will give you a quarter of the gross payment."
Gilbert narrowed his eyes. "I want half."
Clifford gave a full belly laugh. "That's rich! Oh, so rich! No, no, no, my dear boy. You will get a quarter of the gross profit. However…" he wiggled his large fat brows. "There is a way I'm willing to let you earn HALF of the gross payment."
"…go on?" Gilbert gave his sucker a slow lick.
"We know you were making love with 'Ivan' last night. Are you two an item?"
Gilbert shrugged his shoulders. "I guess we are. Ivan hasn't really said yet." What was Clifford trying to get at?
"How would you like to add a little sex to your performance? With your lover, Ivan, of course."
"WHAT!?" Gilbert shot up from the chair in outrage. "NO! No, I won't do that! That's horrible! You want Ivan to fuck me in front of people?"
"Men. Only men. It will be during my 'Dark Creatures of the Night' show. It's once a week. You would perform your normal ritual, and then you will let Ivan fuck you. I plan to make Ivan the priest who holds you captive. A priest fucking a demon. Think about it."
"Oh, I thought about it, and my answer is still 'no'. Have you asked Ivan yet?"
"I did. He's thinking about it."
Gilbert's brows shot up. "Oh he is? Well, I'm going to talk about it with him! I've agreed to a lot already, Clifford, and I'm willing to work things out. But this…what you're asking…it's wrong." He blushed softly. "Sex should be something private."
Clifford nodded. "True, it should. However, that is not how it always works. In fairytales and certain situations, perhaps, but not all the time. What you need right now, Gilbert, is MONEY. Your health and your life are at stake. I'm offering you the best ways to make money. Are they cruel and disgusting ways? Yes, they are. BUT, you must remember that the world is a disgusting place. I cater to this dirty world so that I can live happily and well. We only have one life, so why waste it suffering if you don't have to?"
Gilbert saw that Clifford had a valid point, but he wouldn't tell the man that. The door to the wagon opened and they both turned to see Billy walking in. Gilbert ignored the man and continued. "I'll talk it over with Ivan. Although he will take my side. Good day sir." Gilbert took a loud suck of his sucker and pranced out of the wagon.
"What the hell was that about?" Billy asked. "Don't tell me he doesn't agree to the sex thing?"
Clifford chuckled while slicing a cigar. "Oh, he doesn't agree with it. Not at all." He lit the cigar and puffed. "So much pride that albino rat has! It tickles me pink!" He blew out a gray cloud. "He's a beggar. A beggar and a street rat that claims to have 'virtues' and 'morals'. He has nothing." Clifford leaned back in his chair.
"But what are we going to do about the sex part? You don't think Ivan will take his side, do you?"
Clifford smiled at his cohort. "Quite the contrary. Ivan will get Gilbert to do anything and everything we say. I have no fear of him taking Gilbert's side in this. You don't remember Gilbert as I do. I've seen the man desperate and scared. He'll cling to anything that shows him the slightest bit of love and respect. Gilbert's a whore to affection."
It was Billy's turn to chuckle. "There's a sucker born every minute."
"I know. Pity, isn't it?" Clifford rests his cigar between his fingers. "And we shall play the kind and doting bosses. We'll praise Gilbert often for his compliance, like rewarding a dog for good behavior. Whenever he is feeling sad or used, we console him. Pretend that we care. We'll have Gilbert begging for our affection and attention in no time. Let him see how generous we are."
Billy took the seat previously occupied by Gilbert. "We're too good at what we do."
"Indeed."
/
Gilbert smiled at Hefty Helga as the massive woman brought over his bowl of beef stew. His eyes sparkled and he thanked her graciously before gobbling it up. Warm stew! Warm, warm, warm stew! His belly was SINGING right now! Once he had finished, Gilbert decided to take a little break and play his flute. He sat upon a barrel, took out the flute, put it to his lips, and started to play. The tune caught the attention of the other sideshow circus workers and they gathered around to listen. Gilbert paid them no mind but lost himself in the cheery tune. It had been a long time since he had last played this song. He swore never to play it again because it was one of Fritz's favorites. But he had to stop when he caught sight of Ivan.
"Vanya!" He called him by the fake name. Clifford and Billy may know his real name, but that doesn't mean the others have to know. "Vanya!" He hurried over to him.
"Hello Gilbert."
"Feeling better?"
"A little." Ivan smiled and took Gilbert's hand in his own. "I think I'm ready to talk now. Let's go back to our wagon."
"Hm. Good idea. I have a few things to discuss with you as well."
"I'm all ears."
When they were in the wagon with the door locked it was Gilbert who spoke first. "Dumb and dumber said that they spoke to you about public fucking between you and me for extra money. I told them no, and I said you would say no too. Am I right?"
Ivan looked at him for a moment and then took a seat on the bed. "It's not such a…bad idea, Gilbert."
The albino gasped. "What? Are you saying you are FOR this? Sex is something special, Ivan! We were making love last night! I don't want to display that for the disgusting viewing pleasure of men!"
"It won't be all the time." Ivan answered softly.
"No, it won't, but once is unacceptable!" he sat next to Ivan. "What we have is special, Ivan. I don't want to share that with others."
"And I don't either…but we need the money." Ivan gently took Gilbert's chin in his hand. "YOU need the money. The faster we raise money, the sooner you get to a doctor. We have to make sacrifices, remember?" Gilbert stared at him but only nodded sadly. "Well, I'm making my own sacrifice now. I'm sacrificing our sex life for the sake of your health. I don't want to do all this either, but when it comes to you, I would do anything to see you safe."
Ivan nearly choked on the last sentence when he saw Gilbert's face alight with emotional joy and tears. He wasn't sacrificing THEIR relationship or happiness; he was sacrificing Gilbert's for his own sake. The two were blackmailing him, and it was working. Just like those two bastards, Ivan was also lying to Gilbert by playing on his emotions and vulnerability. Yes, he did care for Gilbert and wanted to see him healthy, but he'd be damned if he'd let Gilbert's stubborn pride get him sent off to the asylum again. If staying away from that horrid place came at the expense of Gilbert's pride, then so be it. Gilbert would thank him in the end.
"Ivan…you're making me blush!" Gilbert nearly giggled. "You're willing to sacrifice to see me safe! While I'm still against it and always will be…I'll do it for you." He answered softly. "You've done so much for me…and if you think this will really work…then I'll do it." He hugged him. "I'm so glad I found you, Ivan! You mean the world to me!"
Ivan was slow to hug him back, feeling the guilt deep within him beginning to fester and rage. 'Forgive me for this, Gilbert'. "This will all be over soon. I will be the priest controlling you."
Gilbert nodded, his blush growing brighter. "You know…I still don't approve of all this. But money is money. I only hope that…my first act tomorrow night…won't weaken my resolve. What if I can't go through with it?"
"You will. You'll be able to do it because you need to, Gillie. Your health is at risk and we need to make it better."
Gilbert nodded before gently guiding him back onto the bed. "You know…the idea of a priest and a demon fucking is kind of…well…exciting." He blushed hotly as his groin rubbed against Ivan's. "But I want it to be only us, in the privacy of our wagon."
Ivan stroked the pale cheek. "We have to do it. You will swallow your pride, and you will do it. It has to be done. We need the money. I will do all the work. All you have to do is lay there and take it. We need to cater to these filthy men who get a joy out of this."
"But…" Gilbert couldn't finish his sentence when Ivan flipped him over onto his back.
"Think of it as just an act." Ivan told him. "We will fuck when told to. But behind closed doors like this, you and I will always make love. I will have to act like a cruel man when I am dressed as a priest. But it is all an act. We need the money to make you better…and I care so much for that…that I am willing…willing to…to…" He couldn't finish his statement because he KNEW he was LYING. It felt wrong. Very wrong.
"Ivan…don't finish." Gilbert gripped his face in his palms. "I know it's hard for you too." He felt the tears welling up in his eyes. "You're fighting your emotions…that's nothing to feel guilty about!" Gilbert reached out to hug him. "You've made me so happy, Ivan! I love you so much! Even if you don't love me fully right away, that won't stop me from fully loving you!" He kissed him.
Ivan was still as stone for the kiss. He, like all the others, was taking advantage of Gilbert. First it was the workhouse, then the police officers, then the few men he'd been with, then Clifford, and now HIM. How could he do this?
"I want a repeat of last night." Gilbert asked softly with a smile. "Make love to me again, Ivan. Please?"
Ivan spread the pale legs and rests their groins together. Making love when Gilbert asked for it was the least he could do to calm his guilt. He was gentle this time, which was a mistake because Gilbert kept moaning out how much he loved him. The shame and guilt were eating away at him.
/
The following evening had finally come and on with the show.
Gilbert was seated in the far back room of his performance tent with the makeup lady. Her name was only 'Rouge' and she specialized in painting the faces of the circus members. Gilbert had his eyes closed while she applied various smelly powders onto his lids with tickling brushes. Outside the tent he could hear Billy's loud and chipper voice speaking of him to the crowd. He was fully dressed in his Demon Angel Famine attire. The tattered shirt he wore went only to mid-thigh and the sleeves were short. The fabric was just enough to hide the leather straps across his chest, which attached the white bat wings to his back. The fabric of the wings, the kite paper, was light and it flopped around as he moved; as if they were actual wings. Sprouting from the center of the wings was his long demon tail, which the shirt would also help to hide. In the dim light no one would be able to tell. The shackles were placed around his wrists and ankles but the chains had not been attached.
When Rouge stated she was finished, Gilbert opened his eyes to look upon himself in the mirror. Rouge had panted his lips a soft white so they were now and even paler pink. His eyes were encircled with blackish color giving the appearance of smoke. She had painted some sort of black and red symbol on his forehead. Gilbert was surprised with how much he actually looked like a demon. His body was still pale and ugly; that would never change. He thanked her as she packed up her makeup box and left the tent. Shortly after, Ivan entered in his 'priest' uniform.
Gilbert gazed upon him. Ivan was supposed to be the diseased priest cast out from God's house and was given a demon of famine to look after. He wore the traditional priest garb, a long black robe complete with high collar and cross. Gilbert had his own little backstory. He was a failed demon from Hell, cast out from the inferno to suffer on earth; but God had different plans and gave him to Ivan. Gilbert was told to act weak, sickly, and scared. He was to shy away from 'humans' and Ivan would force him to move around with his chains. They had all this morning to practice. Ivan's stage name as this rebel priest was 'Rasputin' while his was simply 'Famine'.
"How do I look?" Gilbert asked him.
Ivan cleared his throat. "Like an incubus." He had to admit that Gilbert looked strangely alluring dressed as a faux demon. They wouldn't be having sex tonight, but Ivan would have to 'bleed' him. Bleed him and beat him. Not hard, but enough to give the illusion that Gilbert was a slave. They didn't practice it and Ivan was contemplating on giving his lover the warning. The only thing he feared was Gilbert backing out and ruining everything for them. Clifford had told him to use the riding crop to boss Gilbert around while reminding him about the blackmail. Once again, Ivan had no choice.
"Gillie…whatever happens out there tonight…remember that it is all part of the show. Nothing is real."
"I know that." Gilbert took a deep breath. "It's close to show time." He held out his wrists with a little blush. "Chain me?"
Ivan took the chain hooks and looped them with the shackles. He swallowed hard at the sight of Gilbert chained. Outside the tent, they could hear Billy getting ready to announce their arrival.
"AND NOW FOLKS, WE GIVE YOU, THE DEMON ANGEL FAMINE!"
'Here we go.' Ivan said to himself. 'I pray all goes well and that Gilbert will forgive me.'
They pushed the tent flap open and walked out to the sight of gasping onlookers.
End Chapter 7 TBC
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