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Fallen Embers	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
***Warning: Language, slight yaoi

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

Chapter 8

The following day, Alfred awoke feeling functionally ill. While he still sneezed and coughed, his body was able to conduct itself normally. Ivan fluttered silently behind him while the man made his way to the showers, eager to wash the sweat and sick from him. Alfred was curious to see Ivan's reaction when the ghost experienced the showers. He never told Ivan where he was going or what he was doing until they reached the locker rooms. Upon entering, most of the other soldiers were naked or in the process of changing. Some of the men acknowledged him while others made crude gestures or flipped him the bird. Alfred paid them no mind as he searched for an empty shower stall. Alfred paused a moment to turn and look at Ivan, who was staring in wide-eyed awe at the scene before him. Alfred just laughed and gave a tiny sneeze before entering a stall. As he undressed and hung his dirty clothes over the side, Ivan whispered in his ear.

'These men are naked!'

"You don't say?" Alfred whispered back with an amused smirk. "We're getting showers. We're bathing."

'In a large group like this?' Ivan looked intrigued. 'Which one is the alpha?'

"Alpha?" he snorted with a laugh. "Alpha! Dude, there is no 'alpha' here! Well, the higher ups are, in a sense. But these men are just a bunch of naked guys getting ready for the day."

'I only say that because I find it so strange that there are so many men in one dwelling. In my world, men never lived together in such a big tribe. You only need a few men and women. Men to hunt and women to cook and gather. If life weren't so hard, all a tribe would need is one male and a bunch a women to make a big tribe. It takes only one man to sire many children. Just like in herds. What need do you have for so many men?'

"War. We need a lot of men, or people, to fight in the war. I told you we have women, but they are in another wing. You can't just put a bunch of men and women living together. Shit happens." Alfred pumped some shampoo from the dispenser for his hair. "I mean, you CAN in a sense, but it just causes trouble and it's easier to keep the two apart."

'If you say so.' Ivan continued to keep watch over all the men 'showering'. He noticed one rather large and bulky male coming to Alfred's stall. Ivan immediately tensed up, knowing he can't physically attack humans. The large man entered, surprising Alfred.

"Ow! I got soap in my eyes!" Alfred hissed, trying to rinse them out in the shower spray. "What the hell, dude? This stall is taken!"

"Sorry Jones, but I'm in a rush and everywhere else is filled! You're a nice guy. You don't mind if we share, right?" The man shoved Alfred up against the tile so he could stand under the hot spray.

"I said, this one is taken! You'll have to wait!" He hated to do it, but Alfred used his ass and hips to forcefully shove the man away. "Back off!"

The man growled and spun around to shove at Alfred. "Now you've pissed me off, dandy! This is my stall now, so get your skinny ass out of it!"

Alfred growled. "Make me, Tonto!"

The man gripped Alfred's shoulders and proceeded to spin him around to shove him out. However, Ivan chose to intervene by sticking himself between the men. He let his red eyes be shown just as Alfred was trying to push the other away. The man gasped when he saw the red eyes, stumbling and slipping on the wet tile. Alfred tried to catch him but the man went falling back, taking the curtain with him as he slammed to the tile. The man let out a pained moan and rolled his head where blood trickled out onto the blue tiles. Alfred stared at the fallen men, and then shrunk a bit when the other soldiers all gathered to look as well. Many eyes were on him, and none were friendly.

"What the fuck, Jones!" Shouted a man who tried to help the other up. "You can't just shove people around like we're on the fucking playground!"

"Yeah! You could have killed him!" said another.

"It was an accident!" Alfred said in his defense. "The guy slipped on the soapy floor! It wasn't me!" Alfred could see that no one was going to believe him, so the best thing would be just to leave. Grabbing a towel from the many shelves above the shower, Alfred wrapped it around his waist and pushed through the other men. He grabbed his dirty clothes, literally dressing on his way to the exit. He knew was in trouble in now. It was only a matter of time before he would be called in for questioning.

'Alfred, what happened? Why was everyone mad at you?' Ivan asked.

"Because you scared the guy into hurting himself! Now everyone will think it was me! I'm going to get in trouble for this! UGH! This is so frustrating!" He hurried back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. "Next time Ivan, let me handle the situation when dealing with humans, okay? You stick to the shadow things!" Alfred stripped himself of his sick clothes, taking out new ones.

Ivan watched the man with a hurt expression. 'That man was trying to do cruel things to you. I only wanted to protect you.'

The blue-eyed man gave a sigh. "I know, Ivan. I know you were trying to help, but you made things worse! Just…leave it to me next time, okay?"

'Okay Alfred, I will.'

As he predicted, Alfred's phone rang. With a sigh he picked up the line. "Hello?"

'This is General Harper. Report to my office NOW, Jones! On the double!'

"Yes sir. Right away, sir." He hung up, then turned to Ivan. "Ivan, I want you to stay here until I come back."

Ivan's eyes turned sad. 'Where are you going?'

"My boss…er…'alpha', wants to see me. I told you I would get in trouble for this! You'd do best to stay here. I wont' be long."

'Alfred! My beloved! Don't leave me again!'

"I'm not leaving you! I'm just going to go do something and then I'll be back! That's all! Please, just stay here, okay? I promise I'll come back."

Ivan sniffed, but gave a little nod. 'I can't deny you anything. I will be right here eagerly awaiting your return.'

Alfred could see the look of pure hurt on Ivan's face, but he couldn't take any chances talking to the ghost in the open. He feared that may have already happened and someone saw him. Soon he would end up in the loony ward of the hospital. But he left the room with a wave, looking back to see if Ivan was following him. Knowing the ghost was in the room, Alfred took the elevator to the top floor where the main offices were. His belly was full of butterflies as he approached General Harper's office door. This man was known to be a hard-ass but Alfred had never actually spoken to him before. General Harper was head of another division, probably the one that the guy belonged to. That guy probably reported him to this general and now he was going to be lectured. Swallowing a lump in his throat as he reached the door, Alfred read the large black letters on the window. He gave a hearty knock.

"Come in." Came a harsh, rough voice.

Alfred entered the office and saluted. "Alfred F. Jones, sir."

"Jones-Bonnefoy-Kirkland, don't you mean?" The man narrowed his eyes over the thin-rimmed glasses. He was an older gentleman with salt-and pepper colored slicked back hair and dark eyes. He had to be in his mid fifties.

"I fear all those names are too long to say, sir. My apologies, sir."

"Have a seat." The man went to writing something on a piece of paper. "Do you know why you're here?"

Alfred sat down. "I have an inkling, sir."

The general took off his glasses. "Do you think this is a playground, boy?"

"I don't, sir."

"So why are you acting like it is? Shoving your fellow soldiers around? Getting violent with them? HARMING them? Tell me, where is the war our country is fighting? Here, or in the middle-east?"

"Middle-east, sir."

"So why are you fighting with your fellow soldiers?"

Alfred took a deep breath. "If I may speak plainly, sir, it was an accident. I was in the shower stall when the man came by. He shoved inside and tried to force me out, refusing to wait until I was done. He slammed me up against the wall in a very… 'sexual' way that I found to be intimidating. I asked him nicely to leave, but he persisted and tried to TOSS ME out. While trying to do so, he slipped on the wet tile and fell. I never pushed him or meant for something like that to happen."

The general chuckled. "You see, I heard a different story from the soldiers, and let me tell you why I believe they are telling the truth and you're lying through the teeth." He folded his hands in front of him on the desk. Alfred tried not to look fearful. "Sergeant Derrick came to me a short while ago complaining that you are performing 'unwanted physical touches' with him no matter how often he says 'no'."

"THAT'S A LIE!" Alfred shouted as he lurched forward in the chair, hands gripping the armrest. "He makes all the sexual advances on ME! It's the other way around! He sexually harasses me nearly every day and I tell HIM 'no'! Yet he keeps coming back! Just yesterday he wanted me to go back to America with him and be his 'secretary'! I refused him! It's all a lie! A lie!" He almost felt as if he were going to cry.

"Lower your voice, kid. Sergeant Derrick is a very happily married man with children. You make false accusations against him."

Alfred was appalled. "What the hell does being 'married' have to do with anything? That doesn't mean he's not secretly a pervert!"

"How DARE you speak of a superior officer in such a vile way! I happen to know him very well, and never would he advance forcefully on women OR men! You're just looking for a chance to climb the ladder to success, aren't you, Jones? Do you think that by seducing an officer it will raise your rank? I know how you high school dropout punks think." He pulled out a cigar to light it. "I was always against gays in the military."

Alfred narrowed his eyes. "I'm not gay."

"You come from a gay family."

"That does NOT make me gay! And even if I was, I don't deserve to be sexually harassed or teased because of it! Wouldn't you call THAT playground folly, sir?"

The man glared at him. "Your faggot parents should have slapped you in the mouth for speaking like that to your elders! Have you no shame?" Alfred was nearly shaking with rage in his seat. He thought about asking the general to call in Gerald, the soldier who saw the way Sergeant Derrick was touching him, but thought better of it. It wouldn't be fair to bring someone else into this. "You better keep a low fucking profile, Jones. Be warned, it is more respectful and honorable to go home in a box than it is to go home in disgrace and shame." Alfred felt as if a bullet had just struck him through the heart. "You're dismissed. Get out. And keep your hands off of my soldiers."

Alfred shot up from the chair and rushed out of the room on the verge of angry tears. All he wanted to do was go back to his room and see Ivan. Ivan would comfort and love him, the only person here who seemed to do so. The sooner he reached his room the happier he would be. But luck just was not on his side today, and of all the people to run in to it was the man from this morning. Alfred slammed right into the bulky chest, not watching where he was going being so distraught. He looked up at the man who wore an angry look and a bandage on his head. Before Alfred could say a word, the man gripped him by his white t-shirt, slammed him up against the wall, and shoved a thigh between his legs. Alfred's eyes darted for left to right, hoping someone in the hall would see.

"Have something to say to me, punk?" Alfred just looked at him, wondering why the large man did not question Ivan's red eyes, the TRUE source that made him fall. "Well?" Alfred was already in enough trouble as it was without any true justice on his side. He figured it was better to just give in before he caused more trouble. It was hard to get out, but he managed to speak.

"I'm sorry for shoving you. I just wanted you to get out of the stall. I never meant for you to slip."

"Oh, I don't fucking SLIP, fag. I was PUSHED."

'Then you're a fucking pansy for being afraid of a ghost and letting a smaller man knock you on your fucking ass!' "I'm sorry you were hurt. What more do you want me to say?" The man's thigh pressed harder against his crotch.

"If you REALLY want my forgiveness, then you'll get down and lick my boots." He smirked devilishly.

Alfred's blue eyes turned to hard ice. "I won't."

"Aww, then I guess I'll be bugging the shit out of you from now on!"

"I guess you will!" He shoved the man away and ducked under his arm. "Join the rest of the guys as they make fun of me! Follow the rest of them like the sheep that you are! BAAAAA!"

"YOU FUCKING CUNT!"

Alfred had pushed a nearby elevator button as he had spoke, and with a bit of luck the doors opened. He jumped inside and hit his floor, managing to escape the brute. Alfred rested his back against the elevator wall and let out a heavy sigh. Now he had just made another enemy, one that had a noticeable erection while pressed up so close. 'He gets aroused by me, yet I'm the 'gay one'. I won't stoop to their level though and expose them. Besides, who would even believe me? My superiors don't. My dad always thinks I'm lying or making up stories. No one really believes me…except for my friends, papa, and Ivan. Ivan.' He needed to see the man. The elevator gave a 'ding' and the doors opened to his floor. Alfred rushed to his room immediately, locking the door behind him. "Ivan?"

'Alfred! You're back!' Ivan smiled happily and floated over to him. 'Are you all right?'

Alfred sighed. "Not really. I'm in big trouble."

'In what way?'

"Well, for starters, I-" He sighed. "Forget it. It's not worth telling you about it now. I can't even stay here for long. I'll need to get back to work." He slapped both hands to his face. "Why is this happening to me?" Alfred flopped himself on the bed, giving out muffled moans into the sheets.

'Alfred? Is there anything I can do to help you?' Ivan asked as he floated over to him.

"No, you can't." he frowned angrily. "But tonight I will be online talking to a few people about my issues." Alfred turned to Ivan. "Ivan, I know you want to help me and all…but you're not from my time period and just don't understand my issues. It's even hard for me to explain. I know that if you could help me, you would. I need you to help protect me against those monsters, but for things like this…I need my human friends and family. Do you understand?"

Ivan gave a gentle nod. 'I do understand. Your world is very strange to me. But I am here with you no matter what.'

Alfred smiled and sat back up. "Glad to have you on board my crazy train, Ivan!" Alfred slapped his face at the confused look on Ivan's face. "I'm glad you're with me." Ivan smiled brightly, which brought a smile to his own face. "I need to get back to work now, much to my dismay. I'll see you tonight, okay? Just stay here."

'Yes. And if I sense any evil, I will come right to you.'

"Right! Later bro!" Alfred, feeling a little better, left his room to continue the day.

/

While in the weight room on the treadmill, Alfred unplugged the headphones from the built in radio as he was approached by two soldiers. Expecting the worse, Alfred flashed them a large smile as he continued to run. "Yo guys! How's it hangin'?" He panted out, still running.

"Not much, bro. Although we were just wondering about something. Have you noticed anything strange with Sergeant Derrick?"

Alfred's brows furrowed. "No, I haven't. Why, what's going on?"

The second man spoke. "He's acting all weird and saying crazy stuff. It's like he breaks out into another language, then suddenly back into ours. And he looks like hell warmed over."

"Didn't notice," Alfred panted. "Did you mention it to anyone else? Like…the generals?"

"Nope," said the first. "We're not even sure if anything's wrong. He just seems off."

"Haven't noticed. I'll keep an eye out though. Thanks guys!" Alfred popped his headphones back in while the other two walked off. The rest of his day was going well, yet he worried about bumping into that guy from before or Sergeant Derrick. Everything around here kept getting stranger by the minute. After another mile or two on the treadmill, Alfred shut everything off, gulped down half a water bottle, and set to doing a few stretches. The room was a bit overheated from working out so he removed his shirt to help his body cool off. He couldn't help flexing a bit in the body mirror while admiring his well toned body. The ONLY flaw he had was a very SLIGHT pudgy belly, which was hardly noticeable unless one was looking. His abs may not be perfectly defined, but the outlines were there. And the rest of him was perfectly flawless and tanned just right. He couldn't resist winking at himself before beginning his stretches.

'What did I look like as an angel?' Alfred thought to himself. 'I'm sure I looked like me…but were my wings bird wings or did they look like something else? Was I built perfectly tone like this, or did I have a lithe body like Kiku?' He continued with his stretching. 'I'll ask Ivan to conjure up an image in my dreams.' He felt a sneezing fest coming on, so Alfred stopped and let himself sneeze loudly four or five times. "Damn it all!" He gave a hearty sniff.

"Perhaps another day of rest would suffice?" Alfred turned at the sound of Sergeant Derrick's voice. The man was standing near him, giving an odd, uncharacteristic smirk. "Shall I tell the doctors to keep you in bed another day or so?"

Alfred gulped and saluted. "Sir! I feel fine today, sir!"

He laughed. "You should be resting, poor little lamb."

'What's with this guy?' Alfred wondered. There was something off about the man. "I'm fine, sir."

"Oh, I don't believe you are." The Shadow Angel could see Alfred's transparent wings through the human's eyes. 'So much life force…it's never ending! Little brother, how sweet your power will be! Finally you will make us proud!'

"Yeah…um, I'm pretty sure I'm fine. I trust the nurses. Now, if you don't mind, I need to grab some lunch." Alfred hurried away from the strange man. 'Boy, something really IS off about that guy! He's more bizarre than normal! Did I just fall into Wonderland or something?'

For the rest of the day, Alfred did not see Sergeant Derrick again. By the time dinner was finished, Alfred declined the offer to go into the city with some soldiers. What he really wanted to do was hide in his room, eat a few candy bars, talk with Ivan, and chat with his friends. When he entered his room, Ivan was pleased and excited to greet him. Alfred gave him thumbs up and dressed down for bed, taking out his laptop to sign into Skype. He could sense Ivan over his shoulder, looking at the computer with curious interest. "You look so cute when you're confused!"

Ivan smiled at him. 'Whatever you say, my love. Forgive me for staring…but your strange thing here is making noise and changing colors.'

"Yup! THIS is called a computer! Well, a laptop. I have all the knowledge in the world right here on the wonderful internet! Just wait until you meet my friends!"

Ivan blinked. 'Your friends live in this tiny square basket?' Ivan recognized the amused look on Alfred's face and just nodded. 'Oh, I get it. I'm not from this time so it's hard to explain. Continue on.'

Alfred grinned and opened a group chat with both Gilbert and Kiku, excited to catch both of them on at the same time. "Don't get scared now, Ivan." He grinned when both men answered their Skype calls, their upper bodies appearing.

'What? How is that possible?' Ivan gasped, looking at the small men within the 'computer'. 'Why are they tiny?'

"Shh!" Alfred hushed him. "Hey you guys! How's it hangin'?"

'I'm doing quite well, Alfred,' said Kiku, 'And yourself?'

Gilbert was dancing to some non-auditable music. 'Keepin' real on this end!' replied the albino.

"Eh, I've been better. I've been getting a lot of the gay crap recently. All my superiors hate me and there is just no justice for me here. I'm kinda at a lost."

'Dude, you don't have at least ONE PERSON to go to?' Gilbert offered. 'Not ONE officer?'

Alfred shook his head. "No, I don't. And I've been having a lot of strange stuff happen to me, too."

'Oh my, are your dreams bothering you again?' Kiku asked with concern.

"Kinda. They're just getting…stranger." Alfred looked at Ivan, who was focused purely on the two men in the screen.

'I bet your dad is thrilled to hear about that!' Gilbert chuckled, and then cursed when his phone went off. 'Ah crap, I gotta take this. It's Luddy. Gotta sign off. I'll talk to you later!' Gilbert signed off, leaving only Kiku.

'Can I help with anything, Alfred?'

"Actually, you can." He smiled. "I feel confident enough in talking to you about this. So…um…" he looked at Ivan, "What would you say to me having an imaginary friend?"

Kiku tilted his head slightly. 'An imaginary friend? Well, it would seem strange for a young adult, but it is not unheard of. Why? Do you…have an imaginary friend now?'

Alfred flushed a bit. "Y-Yeah. He's actually with me right now but only I can see him." Ivan gave him a shocked look. "He's from my very first life. You know, like, before my past lives came around."

'Is that so?' Kiku gave a little smile. 'That is very nice to hear. What does he look like?'

Alfred looked at Ivan. "Well, he has a big nose…silver hair…big eyes…round face. A bit chubby, even."

'I'm not chubby.' Ivan said with a pout. 'The more fat a body contains, the warmer it stays in the cold.'

"Yeah, okay." Alfred said with a roll of his eyes. "Kiku, you must think I'm crazy."

'Not at all, Alfred. You're my friend, and you've always shared these sorts of things with me. I always enjoy hearing about your dreams. What is this friend's name?'

"Well, he has forgotten his name, so I named him Ivan since he is from, like, ancient Russia. He lived in old huts and tiny tribes."

'Really? Perhaps he is nomadic, then? Nomadic means he is from the beginning of somewhat civilized human society. They normally moved from place to place in small tribes. Is he an old friend of yours from the past?'

Ivan looked at Alfred worriedly. 'Who is this man we are speaking to? Should you be telling him so much?'

"Yes, he's my good friend and VERY trustworthy. Kiku never judges me! Oh, sorry Kiku. I was talking to Ivan. And yeah, he is an old friend. Um…well…he claims that we are…um…" he flushed "old lovers who were separated. Ivan said I'm always reborn into another life…but this life is the first time I'm meeting him. What do you think?"

'I think it's very exciting that you have an old friend like that.'

"Yeah, but you know, some…bad things are happening and I don't understand most of it. You know, like, scary things."

'Scary things? Like what?'

"Um…you know, I'm sorry to bug you like this, Kiku. Everything's hard to explain and you're probably sitting there thinking I'm nuts." He smirked. "You should learn to just say 'no'."

Kiku gave a little smile. 'I try to understand, Alfred. I am not you, so I don't know what you are going through or how you are handling it. But I am here to talk if you need it. There are many things in this world still strange to us. So don't judge yourself so harshly.'

"Thanks Kiku. You're awesome! I gotta go now, but I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

'Yes, until next time. Goodnight Alfred. And goodnight Ivan.'

Ivan waved at the tiny man on the computer before he was gone. 'That was a very nice little man.'

Alfred chuckled. "Well, he's not actually THAT tiny. He's a normal size man outside of the computer." He closed the screen. "He's such a good guy, though. Even if he doesn't believe me, he responds to me as if he does, just like my papa. And I like that."

Ivan smiled at him. 'I believe everything you say, Alfred.'

"You would." Alfred moved the computer away to settle down into his bed. "Coming into my dreams tonight?" Alfred's answer was a massive grin. "Okay then, see you in a bit. But you can sense those shadow things if they come near me, right?"

'Yes. Rest now.'

Ivan waited until Alfred had fallen asleep completely before entering into his body. He wondered what his lover would dream about tonight? After the scene in the 'shower' this morning, Ivan was determined to win more of Alfred's affection. He knew that Alfred still harbored some doubt about them, and all Ivan had to do was awaken some old buried desires within his lover. Ivan had to stop in his walking as he remembered the first time Light initiated their mating. It was an extraordinary sight to see his gorgeous, normally coy angel bouncing up and down on his cock. Ivan shivered in pleasure at the memory, but managed to control his arousal. He did not want Alfred to see him erect or else the man would put a lock on his pants. "I have to find him! I need to hold him again!" He started to call Alfred's name.

"I'm over here, Ivan!"

Ivan followed the sound of the voice to a strange building. "Alfred? Where are we?"

"Oh, this is my house back home. Back in America! This is the living room where we all sit and hang out. This is a couch you sit on it. Come on sit with me." Alfred patted the leather spot next to him. Ivan walked over to the 'couch' and hesitated for a moment before taking a seat. "How is it?"

"It's soft…and feels nice too. Strange; this new world." Ivan looked all around.

"Hey, where did you live? Do you remember what your hut looked like? Could you show me?"

"Show you?" Ivan thought for a moment. "I don't know if I can conjure up an image here in your mind…but I will try." Ivan closed his eyes and tried to picture his home. He was unsure of all the details at first, but remembered more as the image was created.

Alfred watched in awe as the wall of his living room turned into a warm grassland. There was no wind or warmth, which was like looking through a window. In the grass a small hut began to take form. Its base was rocks and the rest wood, like a cabin, and the roof covered with some strange rags. The door was only a flap of animal skin. 'That's where he lived?' Alfred looked over at Ivan whose eyes were closed in deep concentration. Curious, Alfred stood up from the couch and went over to the hut. He pushed the animal hide aside and peeked into the hut. There was a bed low to the floor with animal furs on it. A hammock hung in the corner holding some wheat. Only a small circle of rocks posed for a fire pit and a few more cloths lined the floor. Above him were some dried herbs and animal bones, which were a little creepy. An axe and spear stood in the corner. The whole house reminded him of something Native Americans would live in.

"What do you think?" Ivan asked, coming in behind him. "It's not as pretty as your house, but I built it all by myself."

"You made this?" Alfred looked around again. "Oh yeah, back in your days everyone had to do the work themselves. It's a…very nice…hut?" He didn't know how to properly compliment a hut.

"This hut is the one I built after I met you. I can't seem to remember the one I lived in with my family, but this one has happier memories in it."

"Oh? What kind?" Alfred had a feeling he knew already.

"You used to love my hut." Ivan said, walking over to the bed. "We would sit here sometimes and tell stories. We would cuddle and hold hands." He smiled. "Sometimes you would just hold me in your arms and wings because I was feeling lonely. Other times I would rest my head in your lap and you would play with my hair."

'I used to do that with Mattie a lot.' Alfred said to himself. He swallowed before going over to the strange fur covered bed to sit beside Ivan. Ivan's purple eyes lit up with childlike joy when he sat down. 'Ivan's done so much for me already, plus he's my only friend here who understands me. It wouldn't hurt to recreate some old…memories.' Maybe it would help him to regain these memories too. "Do you…want to put your head in my la- ah!"

Ivan had already flopped his head onto Alfred's lap, nuzzling his face into the other's belly. "Stroke my hair, but gently. Soft. Like you used to do."

Alfred still could not remember his past, but he was always gentle with Matthew so it couldn't be any different. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering above Ivan's hair. Carefully, he rests his hand on Ivan's hair and started to stroke the silver strands. He was surprised by how soft Ivan's hair was. Alfred kept the motions soothing, much like he had done for Matthew. Only once could Alfred remember sitting in his papa's lap while the larger man stroked his hair to calm him. Alfred couldn't remember the reason for it, but he loved it. Judging by Ivan's face, the man enjoyed it too. The serene look on Ivan's face brought a smile to his own.

"Only you ever cared for me." Ivan whispered against Alfred's belly. "Such tenderness was not allowed in my tribe. Yet when you first touched me to soothe my anger, I simply melted." He smiled up at him. "I can't even describe to you how much I liked it."

Alfred was bit embarrassed by Ivan's words, unsure of how to respond. Finally, Alfred gave him a smile and poked his large nose. "I'm just glad I could make you feel better."

"You've said those words to me before! The same words! Oh Alfred!" Ivan jumped up and tackled Alfred to the bed, nuzzling his neck and chest. "My Alfred! My Light! I love you!"

"Whoa! Okay, whoa. Slow down, Ivan! Ivan!" Alfred gasped as he was pulled into a very tight bear hug. "Too tight! Ivan!" He gasped out.

The larger man let go but did not remove himself from atop Alfred's body. Alfred froze and blushed softly, looking up at Ivan over the rim of his glasses. Both men remained still until Ivan lifted his body onto his hands and knees. "You're giving me the same look as you did the first time I loomed above you like this."

"I…um…" he clenched his eyes shut as Ivan removed his glasses "I don't remember that. But…could you maybe just…lay next to me instead?" Ivan's face was serious when he asked why. "I'm not used to this…and I'm not ready for it."

Ivan gave a little snort. "Do you think I would just simply take you without your consent? I would never. But I would like to begin easing you into it." Taking a chance, Ivan lowered himself so his groin rests against Alfred's. The other gave a gasp of embarrassed surprise. "See? It feels good."

Alfred blushed hotly, turning his face away from the one above him. In his lower belly, Alfred could feel the familiar tingle of arousal as it slipped its way down to his crotch. He was no stranger to pleasure, but it was always subdued by his own hand and the internet. Having another man's crotch against his own was embarrassing. There had been many times where he accidentally stumbled upon his fathers feeling each other up. Usually it was his papa who would have his dad sitting on the counter and kissing him or a bit of dry humping during kitchen work. Yet the heat growing in his groin and the thought of his fathers did nothing to ease his embarrassment. It was only when he felt Ivan's cock swelling against his own did it feel like his head would explode.

"Ivan…let me up, please?"

"Just let me stay like this a little while longer, Alfred." He thrust his hips against the other.

"No. Ivan, I really want to get up now. So please-" Ivan cut him off.

"Why? Why should I stop? Your lower parts are hot against my own! You obviously want this, but you are just too scared to admit it. There is nothing to be ashamed of!"

"But I just want you to stop! Please!"

Ivan let out an angry roar as he pushed himself away from Alfred. He knelt at the end of the bed, his hands gripping the wood of the footboard. He did not want Alfred to see his enraged face. Ivan's body was swimming with lust and need, his cock aching and his blood racing. Nothing could stop him from forcing Alfred into a mating, but the last thing he wanted was to see hurt and betrayal in those blue orbs. The God of Winter was right when he mentioned that this 'Light' was different from the one he knew. Winning Light's heart was easier all those centuries ago. Alfred was proving to be much more difficult having been raised in a different world.

"I-Ivan?" Alfred was afraid to touch him. "Ivan, what's wrong? Are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad." He lied. "I'm just hurt that you will not trust in my words or my actions. Why do you not believe in my love for you?"

Alfred gasped. "Ivan! There are more ways to show love than by having sex!"

"But that is the highest stage of love anyone can get! To be connected both spiritually, emotionally, and physically is…is just a way of your body saying that it is constantly being loved. Mating together only seals and ensures our love and devotion for one another!"

'Maybe in your day that was the full truth.' Alfred said to himself. 'But things are different now. Views and morals are different.'

"Why do you remain silent?" Ivan asked in a whisper, still refusing to look at him.

Alfred stood up from the bed then, giving Ivan a fierce look. He didn't know what came over him, but the words that followed would surprise him the most. "I remain silent because of your treatment towards me!" Alfred saw Ivan finally turn to look at him. "You say you love me in so many ways, and yet you try to FORCE yourself on me! You would rather hurt me than let me happily love you and hold you? I don't know how things were run in your day, Ivan, but in my time, EVERYONE has a choice! You do not lay claim to me unless I say it is so! Why are you trying to make me feel bad by denying your sexual advances? I'm not saying 'no' to you, Ivan! I'm just saying I am not ready and if you love me as much as you claim, you would wait until I was ready to have you!"

Ivan's eyes grew to saucers, and he jumped off of the bed to grovel before Alfred. "Alfred…my Light, my one love. I have suffered and endured eons of pain and darkness and cold just to have a glimpse of your smiling face! I would do anything for you! I would rip out my eye right now and offer it to you in forgiveness for causing you pain! I should have never tried to force you! My sworn duty is to love and protect you! Please forgive me for causing you distress! I am yours to command!" Alfred looked down at him. "Please, my beloved. Say you will forgive me? There should never be anything other than a smile on your beautiful face."

Ivan tensely awaited his answer.

~* In another dimension*~

The God of Winter strolled lazily through his cavern castle, a constant cloud of snow and wind trailing behind. He walked to the darkest, deepest part of his dwelling where only he was permitted to go. Behind a secret wall of black stone lies an open room filled with black crystals. Winter walked through the small towers, peering inside each one. Within the crystals held an ancient race of angels as old as the sun and earth itself. The God of Winter held each of the Moon Angels captive in the crystals, forever in an endless sleep. Unlike the Sun Angels, Winter was able to look upon these beings and recognize their silver beauty. The Sun Angels were too bright and they often hurt his eyes to gaze upon them. Even their bright golden light could be disastrous to his frozen body. But the Moon Angels had silver wings to match the world in which they lived. Their glow was soft but cold, different from the Sun Angels and their warmth.

The God of Winter was pleased that he owned all of them for his own delight. Gaining these secondary beings was worth becoming an ally to the Sun God. The greedy Sun had always wanted to do away with the Moon Angels so he could rule both and hold complete dominion over the sky. But after the enslavement of the Moon Angels, the gods came to learn that one had escaped. Winter wanted to obtain each one so he combed the earth for sights of the silver being. For years the god had found nothing of the missing Moon Ange,l until one day when the Sun God mentioned that he might have found the missing one. The Sun God was unsure if the one he found was the true angel, but when Winter saw him, he knew right away. Only he could see the four silver wings that sprung from the human's back. So the God of Winter kept his knowledge to himself as he watched the so-called 'human' male slay the Sun Angels. He needed to own ALL of the Moon Angels, so he quickly struck his deal with the human 'Snow'.

However, Snow's birth still remains a mystery. He was born of a human mother, but there was no knowledge of a birth father. It could be that his spirit, as an unborn babe, was cast down into the womb of a human woman to save him. Or there was another Moon Angel hidden somewhere on earth that was Snow's father. Either way, Winter knew that the man held both the energy of the moon and earth. It would be a dangerous combination should Snow ever find out or learn how to use the energy. But he never would. The God of Winter would make sure of that. He would sooner crush the still beating heart and preserve Snow's body than let the strange being learn who he was. This was all a secret he had kept from the Sun God, who only thought Snow was a mortal. When Winter pulled out the still beating heart, he knew right away that he had truly found the last Moon Angel. Snow's heart remains beating as his body continues to live on because of the ever-thriving earth. If the earth were to ever be destroyed or disappear, then so would Snow. As long as he owned that heart and the earth lived, he owned Snow.

Yet there was still the initial fear of that damned Sun Angel, Light, winning Snow's heart back. The god's plan was to have Snow kill all of the remaining Sun Angels for him and stop the chance of resurrecting the Sun God. If Snow succeeds in the genocide, then the God of Winter would hold full dominion over the earth so long as he still holds Snow's heart. It would be easier to just do away with Light's current life so he wouldn't have to worry about Snow's heart. However, he couldn't risk losing Snow who would cast his soul into a deep sleep. The old god NEEDED him, so he would need Light as well.

'Light. That foolish little angel with the blue eyes and wheat colored hair...loved by so many.' Light was the only angel the God of Winter could only see. All of the Sun Angels had always been too bright for him to make out solid features. The Sun God was the only deity who could dim his glowing form enough for Winter to see. The god told him that all of the Sun Angels have golden hair and eyes, except for one. He had once told Winter (after Light was killed) that Light was his favorite because of his looks and his mother, both very different from the rest. The old god went into it no further than that, which made Winter start to wonder. Over the eons he had long forgotten such words or thoughts, yet all were coming back now that Light had found Snow. What was the Sun God's true reason for killing his favorite angel and son? Was it really lustful jealousy and betrayal? Or was it something more? This made the old god grow angry, now fearing that the Sun God had something planned for his son all along. 'Maybe it was not such a cruel fate as I was to believe.' The god conjured up an image of Light, or 'Alfred' before him. 'Those eyes…and that hair.' Yellow eyes narrowed at the image. 'What are you?'

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