A Storm of Sunflowers

***Warning: Hardcore yaoi ahead!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and I am making no profit off of this story.


Chapter 9


Feliciano buried his face in Ludwig’s chest and started to cry at those dreadful words he hoped he’d never hear. Ludwig was being sent off to war and who knows when he will see him again…or if he ever sees him again. His body felt like a solid piece of iron at the thought and he felt faint when Ludwig’s strong arms caught him and brought him over to the bed. Before he reached the bed he did faint, for how long he didn’t know.

When he finally came to he thought it had all been a dream and he could breathe a sigh of relief. But he found himself still in Ludwig’s barrack room. Feliciano couldn’t lift his body up from the bed, his limbs weak and heavy with severe sorrow. It wasn’t a dream…it was real. There was his Ludwig, sitting on the stool and still sharpening his sword. Every time Feliciano heard that harsh sound of rock against steel his blood ran colder and colder.

Once Ludwig was satisfied with the blade he quickly cleaned it before sliding it back into its sheath. Feliciano watched him move around the small room, gathering various items to pack in his saddlebag. Feliciano sat up silently in the bed but Ludwig didn’t notice him. He was busy now polishing up his pieces of armor. Feliciano looked over and saw Ludwig’s sword wielding gloves neatly placed over a book. He took one and put it on his hand, the whole glove being to big for his smaller hand. They were heavy material too and Feliciano briefly wondered how Ludwig could wear these things and still swing a sword. But his hand started to shake as he pictured in his head Ludwig swinging said sword in an intense battle and he quickly took the glove off in hopes the image would go with it. The slight ruckus caught Ludwig’s attention and he looked over to the bed at Feliciano.

“Feli? You’re awake.” He went over to him and sat on the bed. “You were out for quite some time.” Feliciano just looked at him miserably and leaned forward to rest his forehead on Ludwig’s shoulder.

“Let me come with you.” He whispered to Ludwig.

“No.” Ludwig said simply.

“Please…let me come with you. I could help you.”

“You would be more trouble for me if you came. Battles can be unpredictable and I don’t want you getting caught up in the bloodshed. I need to concentrate on my job which is directing and leading my army into attack. Knowing you are there somewhere will only split my mind and I’d be so worried about you. Not mention if the enemy hears word of my lover being with the troops or at the camp, they will come and try to steal you. I can’t let that happen. I want you here, where you can be safe from harm.” Feliciano pulled back and looked at Ludwig, fresh tears pouring down his cheeks.

“But if I stay here I will be going crazy with not knowing where you are or what you are doing! I won’t know if you are alive or dead! I’d just be sitting around the manor thinking if you are well or if you are wounded! If I go with you I can always know where you are and I can help you.” Ludwig shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but you are not coming with me. I will not have it. Your place is here at the manor where I know you are safe from harm. I understand your feelings but Feli…you just can’t come with me. It’s too dangerous.”

“But Ludwig-!”

“This is our last night together for a long while!” Ludwig raised his tone. “Do you really want to spend it begging me to let you do something I won’t let you do?” Feliciano developed more tears in his eyes as Ludwig yelled at him. Ludwig sighed as he knew what he did was wrong so he pulled him close. “I’m sorry…but you can be so stubborn at times. I’ve given you my answer so that’s it. Lets enjoy the night together.” Ludwig laid them both down on the bed so they were facing each other.

“How can I enjoy this night knowing that we may…n-never h-hav-have one ag-again?”

“Shh…don’t talk like that. Stop thinking the worse, Feli. Don’t let the negativity follow me…I want to see you smile. Come on…smile for me.” Feliciano did so but it was a forced smile and Ludwig could tell the difference. “Just keep telling yourself that I’m going to be alright.” Feliciano sniffled.

“You’re going to be alright…” Ludwig smiled as he said those words.

“And keep repeating it.”

Feliciano moved closer and pressed his lips to Ludwig’s, starting it out chaste but then letting it become more passionate. Ludwig’s tongue pressed against his lips and Feliciano opened his mouth to it, meeting it with his own. They shifted their bodies around so Ludwig was on top, pressing his weight against the smaller body beneath him. Feliciano welcomed his heated body, wanting to feel as much of Ludwig as he could. Their kisses never seemed to cease, only shortly to catch their breaths.

Ludwig sat up and pulled Feliciano with him so he could quickly remove the other’s shirt. Feliciano’s fingers fumbled at the belt buckle of his lover’s pants to the point where Ludwig had to help him. While Ludwig was getting out of his own, Feliciano had beaten him to it, tossing his pants on the floor. Ludwig’s pants joined his next and soon the larger man’s body was back to pressing Feliciano’s on the bed. He spread his legs so his lover could lay comfortably but he wasn’t expecting the soft thrusting as they rubbed themselves together.

Feliciano moaned and wrapped his arms around Ludwig’s wide shoulders, running his hands over the lightly damp skin. He let his hands wander all over Ludwig’s back and sides, wanting to capture every inch of him in his memory. Ludwig’s lips were traveling along Feliciano’s neck and shoulders, the kisses becoming more forceful as his body heated up. Feliciano could feel Ludwig swell against him and his passion took over his thoughts, temporarily them chasing away.

Ludwig groaned as his lover grabbed him by the ears and brought him in for a deep kiss. He reached his hand down to press against his entrance but Feliciano gripped his hand and moved it away. He didn’t like taking his lover when he was not prepared since on more than one occasion they wouldn’t have the time to take it slow.

“No…I want to do this.” Ludwig breathed out and brought his hand back to Feliciano’s hole.

“Ve~ But I want you now!”

“We have all night for that and I don’t want you to be sore. Don’t you want to enjoy this night?” Feliciano, flushed from passion, gave it a quick thought and nodded, resting back against the pillow.

Their lips met again as he worked two fingers into his lover’s tight opening, swallowing the moan that came from the other. Feliciano thrust his hips against Ludwig’s fingers, wanting them to find that favorite spot. Ludwig added another finger to join the first two and Feliciano almost felt himself loose it right there but he kept himself in check. He didn’t want to cum yet, not when they had just gotten started. He tore his lips away from Ludwig’s to cry out in delight as the fingers pressed against his prostate.

“What if…the others hear me?” He whispered out but Ludwig shook his head.

“I don’t care, let them know. Tonight is for us and I don’t want you thinking or worrying about anything other than my taking you all night.”

“A-all night?”

“I plan to.”

Ludwig removed his fingers and hooked an arm around Feliciano’s leg, bending it to the point where his lover gave out a little squeak of pain. Ludwig muttered an apology before positioning himself at his lover’s entrance. Feliciano took his free hand and laced his fingers with Ludwig’s, bringing the other one to rest against the nape of the strong neck. He brought Ludwig down for another heated kiss and groaned in his throat as he felt the first push of his lover’s member pass the tight ring. He squeezed his hand and felt Ludwig squeeze back as he pushed further into the stretched heat that surrounded him. He couldn’t take the slowness of this anymore and shoved himself the rest of the way in, making his lover break the kiss to cry out passionately. They had all night to take it slow but he had been denied this length of time for so long he had to take advantage of it.

Feliciano lay under his lover as he started thrusting into his willing body, already hitting that spot that made dots appear before his eyes. His pulled his leg from Ludwig’s grip to encircle them around his lover’s lower back, crossing his ankles. He lifted his hips so Ludwig could press deeper into him, filling him to the max and adding extra pressure to his prostate. Ludwig loved it when Feliciano’s smaller body opened up to his and he just adored those long legs that he wished could wrap around his twice. Feliciano held himself still as they entwined their fingers, Ludwig’s pushing down against his lover’s.

Ludwig continued his heavy thrusts but paused when his lover untangled their fingers and ushered him to lay on his back. Ludwig did so, holding Feliciano’s hips as the maneuvered them so the smaller man was sitting atop of him. His lover shifted himself at a different angle on his cock before resting his hands against his chest and starting his own pace. Ludwig’s hands moved to grip Feliciano’s soft hips as his lover lifted himself nearly all the way off before slamming down again. He kept up this pace, gasping and crying out Ludwig’s name every time his thrusts were meant.

He loved watching Feliciano writhing and thrusting passionately above him, cheeks pink with pleasure. His lithe body rocked like a snake against him in an exotic dance. He could see all of his lover when he was moving like this and the image only made him swell inside that open body. He felt himself on the brink of orgasm he lifted Feliciano’s small body off of him effortlessly and flipped them around again so he was on top. He thrust back in to that welcoming heat and was rewarded with Feliciano’s breathless chant of his name.

Feliciano tightened his arms and legs around his lover again as that solid cock slammed furiously into him. The bed rocked against the stone wall, making such obvious noise that any soldier passing by would know what was going on. He opened his eyes slightly to look up at the stone ceiling, feeling a few tears spill from his eyes. He couldn’t help asking himself if this was the last night he would feel his lover deep inside him. With every hard thrust came images of a battlefield with Ludwig fighting with all his might on horseback. Each powerful thrust mirrored a sword his lover would send through an enemy’s body until they all lay dead on the blood soaked ground. Seeing his lover stand in victory and the enormous pleasure coursing through his body, Feliciano clenched his eyes shut and cried his pleasure to the ceiling, shuddering as he exploded between them.

Ludwig couldn’t hold himself back after that display of Feliciano’s beautiful voice and with a few more solid thrusts he grunted as he came deep inside. He collapsed on top of his smaller lover, both panting heavily and dripping with sweat. The barrack rooms tended to be very hot in the summer in general and if you fooled around like this it would only heat the room up more. Feliciano held his lover tight, refusing to let the man pull out and away from him. Ludwig lifted himself up onto his elbows as he gazed down into his lover’s soft brown eyes. He loved when Feliciano’s eyes were fully open and glazed over with pleasure.

“You know, everyone talks about Alfred’s eyes but I think yours are the best.” Feliciano blushed with a breathless chuckle and kissed his lover’s nose.

“And I love your eyes too. Such a light blue…just like the sky’s.” Feliciano ran his fingers through Ludwig’s short hair and couldn’t hold back his tears from falling. He wanted to memorize every feature of Ludwig’s face so he could picture it when he was away. Ludwig used his thumb to wipe one of the tears away.

“Please don’t cry for me, Feli. I don’t plan on dying any time soon. I will be joining up with another army. We will outnumber the enemy. So please stop crying…I want to see your happy, carefree smile. Smile for me, please?” Feliciano gave a choked sob but did as Ludwig requested, giving him a genuine smile. “There it is. That’s the smile I’ve come to love. And I promise I will make you flash me more smiles as the night continues on.”

“Ve~ H-how many rounds are you thinking of going?” Feliciano gulped in curiosity and excitement.

“Until you are completely sated and pass out from pure pleasure in my arms.” Feliciano smiled and leaned up to kiss his lover, silently agreeing with the plans for the night. And they let themselves be heard as their lovemaking lasted long into the warm night.

In Feliks’s room, Alfred stood once again on the stool as he slipped the short blue dress over his head. He had come to terms with it being a dress, even though it seemed more like a slip. He hadn’t had time for Francis’s dance lessons so Feliks showed him a few quick seductive moves with the fans which he quickly memorized. He could do this…there were butterflies in his stomach but he knew he could entrance the lord of this manor with some simple dance moves.

“I still think some blue body paint would, like, add to the sexiness of this costume but Lord Ivan said ‘no’. Come, lets get your makeup done.” Feliks offered his hand and helped Alfred down off the stool. He brought him over to his vanity and sat Alfred on the plush stool. Feliks turned Alfred’s head this way and that, thinking of the best way to decorate his face. “Hmm…he adores your eyes so lets like, dress them up more. Hold still.”

Feliks opened one of the drawers and took out a small box. He opened it and Alfred saw an assortment of facial paints. Feliks opened another thin container and took out a few brushes, which were of all different widths. He took the smallest one before wetting it with his tongue and dipping it into some black.

“Look straight up, and DON’T glance back down! I won’t like, stab you in the eye or anything.”

“Right.” Alfred looked up and focused on a crack in the stone ceiling as Feliks started to outline his lower lids in black. Alfred was afraid to blink so he kept focusing on that crack. He also didn’t want to make Feliks angry since he was taking time out of his own work to dress him up.

“Good. Now look straight at me,” Alfred did so. “Good, close your eyes.” He did so and Feliks took the next size width brush and wet it once again with his tongue. He dipped it into some dark blue and brushed it heavily onto Alfred’s eyelids. The whole painting motions made his eyes tickle but he dare not move. “Keep them closed.” Feliks then dipped the first brush into some green and outlined the blue, painting it up into an arch that reached Alfred’s temples. “Don’t move! We’re almost done!” Feliks admired his handiwork as he cleaned off the smallest brush and dipped it in some silver. He started dotting the lids of Alfred’s eyes closest to his eyelashes and bringing them up to reach his temples as well.

“Are we almost done? I don’t want to keep Ivan waiting.” Alfred said and he heard Feliks give a ‘tsk’.

“Yes, we’re done. Open your eyes.” Alfred did so and looked at Feliks who stood in front of him, thumb and forefinger on his chin as he studied Alfred’s face for any imperfections. “Perfect! You’re like, ready to dance for your man! How do you feel?”

“I feel exposed and embarrassed…” Alfred blushed.

“Nonsense! Think of yourself as like, this beautiful peacock whom so many adore.” Feliks took the peacock feather fans. “You have to sashay!” He swung his hips. “You have to like, twirl and hide your body!” he did so with the fans. “You have to give your lover only a peek at your most vital parts.” Alfred wondered if Feliks was enjoying this a little TOO much. “To attract a mate, male peacocks, like, shuffle their tail feathers like this!” Feliks placed both fans behind his back and spread them out to have the appearance of a true peacock. “And then shake! Shake! Shake! Shake!” He shook the fans and the feathers danced. “THAT is how you entice a mate to do whatever you like. Play your cards right, and you’ll, like, end up having Lord Ivan eating out of the palm of your hand!”

“You really think so?”

“I know so!” Feliks said in all honesty. “Now, go forth and please your man! He has like, given you everything. Now pay him back with your body. And keep him wanting more. The more you bewitch him, the more he’ll like, give in to your every whim! Alfred, you may not think it but tonight YOU hold the power. Be the sluttest you can be! Make your body ooze sex appeal! Go into his room not as a timid little mouse, but a proud peacock who rules the roost!”

“You really think I can do all that?” Feliks chuckled.

“Alfred, you have already done SOMETHING to Lord Ivan that none of us have like, ever seen before! Don’t be afraid! He will feed off your fear. Instead, make him like, yearn for you. Strut around the room like you own it. And speaking of ‘strutting’…” Feliks went back into his closet and pulled out a train of peacock feathers. “I made this today while you were with your brother. Stand up.” Alfred did so and Feliks wrapped the belt around his waist, buckling it for him. Alfred looked behind him saw the perfect train of long peacock tail feathers.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Feliks! This is ridiculous!”

“All the more reason for you to take control of the situation! Remember what I said. Seduction, sex appeal, and control! Now go!” Feliks ushered him out of the room and slammed door. Alfred took a second to gather his thoughts before heading to Ivan’s chambers.

When he arrived at the large door, he knocked on it loudly, getting his fans ready. He heard a suave voice say ‘come in’ and he pushed the door open, entering. He closed it behind him and immediately hid behind the peacock fans, peeking out as he sought out where Ivan could be. He spotted the lord in his plush chair by the lit fireplace, drinking from a special pewter cup of what could only be vodka (given away by the smell). Alfred held his breath and shook the feather fans like Feliks had shown him.

“Who let a peacock loose in my room?” He heard Ivan tease and Alfred swallowed his pride. This was it. Here he would give himself over to Ivan and all his twisted pleasures. Feliks words played over in his head. ‘Play your cards right and you will have Ivan eating out of the palm of your hand’. Alfred thought of his farm, his brother, and his own life, which he owed to Ivan and he let the ‘slut’ come out. He had bewitched Arthur before so Ivan shouldn’t be any more difficult.

“I think you are mistaken, human.” Alfred said out loud. “This is MY room.” Ivan’s eyes twinkled from his spot in the chair and he downed the vodka in his mug.

“Is that so?” Alfred moved the fans so only his eyes were visible to Ivan.

“It IS so. I own this room and everything in it.” Alfred kept the fans hiding his body as he strut around the room, watching Ivan’s eyes follow the train of peacock feathers behind him.

“You think you own me?” Ivan challenged and Alfred heard him give a passionate growl.

“I do own you.” ‘I have control’. Alfred said to himself. ‘He is bewitched by ME.’

“If you own me, then lower those feathers and let me look at my ‘owner’.” Ivan said as he poured another round of vodka in his mug. Alfred smiled and did as he was told, lowering the feathers to fold behind him. Alfred watched as Ivan’s cold, violet eyes traveled up his body, starting with his long legs all the way to the peacock comb in his hair. Feliks had insisted that he wear it.

‘Forget everything for tonight.’ Alfred told himself. ‘You are in control, Alfred. This night belongs to you.’ Alfred turned his body around so his back was facing Ivan, giving him a good look at his train of feathers.

“Peacock, come over here. I wish to admire you more.” Ivan purred but Alfred only moved to wear he twisted at the waist, letting the fans cover his chest and his groin. Only his thin waist was visible to Ivan’s stare.

“As beautiful as we are…us peacocks are rather shy and intimidated by more dominant species.” ‘Yes, play into his ego.’ Alfred told himself. “We peacocks are beautiful to look at but we rather not be touched…unless we are forced.” He said with a hint of passion in his voice and he saw Ivan stand up from the chair and march over to him. Alfred felt that tickling in his underbelly as he remembered more of Feliks words, ‘keep him wanting more’. Alfred dodged Ivan’s arms as the man tried to grab him. Alfred smirked and gave a playful chuckle, hiding his face behind the fan.

“Naughty, naughty, Lord Ivan.” He winked at him and Alfred saw the violet eyes clouded over with lust and passion.

“You call ME naughty? This peacock that has invaded my room seems to be the naughty one!” Alfred pretended to be hurt by his words.

“Me? Naughty? Nonsense! I am innocent as the day I was hatched! I don’t know the first thing about ‘naughty’.” He gave a twirl and peeked out from between the fans.

“Then I suggest this little birdie start flying away because the wolf loves the rough taste of bird flesh!” In a flash, Ivan was running at him. Alfred ‘eeped’ and dodged away from him. Ivan skidded to a halt and turned around on his heels, going after him again. Alfred ran to the to the bed and crouched down on the other side, hiding from Ivan. “Little birdie? Where are you? Come out and plaaaaay!”

Alfred gulped at the haunting, eerie sound of Ivan’s voice. He heard the sound of something ruffling in the room, wondering if Ivan was looking for him…or for ‘something’. Alfred carefully lowered his body to look under the bed and searching around the room on the other side, looking for Ivan’s boots. The room grew quiet and Alfred slowly brought himself from atop the bed.

“BOO!” Ivan whispered out and Alfred let out a scream as he stumbled back, completely unprepared for a move like that!

He took off into a run but he heard something snap into the air and wrap around his neck. A whip! Alfred gagged as his hands moved towards the whip but with lightening speed he was yanked to the floor and drug closer to his ‘lord’. Alfred flipped himself around and tried to pull away on his hands and knees. ‘Remain in control!’ He repeated to himself but Ivan was far stronger than he was and his body was yanked painfully back across the stone floor. More of the whip wrapped around him, this time tightening around his mouth like he was horse feeling a reign for the first time. His tongue stuck out from beyond the leather of the whip as he felt like he was going to gag. So why was his crotch growing hot and tingling at the discomfort?

“Naughty, naughty, little peacock. Trying to escape from your doting owner.”

Ivan yanked the whip, which in turn forced Alfred’s head back painfully, feeling his skull touch the top of his spinal cord. Ivan loosened his grip for a second only to push Alfred’s blue dress up and expose his backside. Alfred knew what was coming next and he slid down to his forearms to brace himself. Sure enough, he felt Ivan’s rock hard erection press against his entrance and he shoved himself inside Alfred’s tight cavern. Alfred tried to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure but Ivan tightened the whip on his again, pulling his head back as he thrust deeply inside.

Alfred made choked noises through the dense leather as Ivan’s large cock forced its way inside and nailed his prostate on the first thrust. Ivan sensed his pleasure and smirked, twisting the whip more to tighten it against Alfred’s cheeks. Alfred sobbed and choked on the leather, his saliva being the only thing coaxing the corners of his mouth to keep them from tearing. Ivan’s jagged thrusts into his tingling prostate made Alfred’s eyes roll back in his head and he moaned pitifully. His body was trembling with such a strange sense of excitement that it only added to the harsh pleasure Ivan was forcing upon his body.

“I’ve got you right where I want you!” Ivan hissed in his ear before biting down on the lobe, making Alfred cry out in pain through the whip.

Ivan’s weight crashed down upon him and he had to spread his knees wider to try and accommodate his girth. All of the restraints against his trembling body were enough to send him over the edge, cumming onto the floor in front of him. Ivan didn’t release his load into him like Alfred thought he would but pulled out completely. The whip was loosened from his mouth and taken away completely. Alfred felt his throat open up and he took in a deep gulp of air, coughing a bit and spitting up a bit now that the gag was gone.

“We’re not done yet.” Ivan’s voice was heavy with lust and had an eerie tone to it that Alfred had never heard before. He had to admit, the sound of his voice did turn him on and he felt himself harden again. Ivan’s hands gripped his waist and lifted him like a rag doll, tossing him onto the bed.

Alfred didn’t know what came over him but it was something dark and mischievous that he hadn’t felt since he was child. He grinned at Ivan as the man proceeded to climb onto the bed but Alfred darted away, swift as a cat in the night. Ivan growled but gave a toothy grin as he watched Alfred stand in the center of the room. Alfred stood poised on the room floor and glanced at him with heavy lidded eyes. Ivan’s purred as he watched Alfred’s slim hand travel down his body and under the short blue dress to stroke against his inner thigh. He brought his hand back out to show Ivan the sticky substance that adorned his hand. Alfred did the same as Ivan did that morning and tasted the salty substance. Alfred moaned as he licked his fingers up and down, lapping up every little drop of Ivan’s cum that littered his fingers.

“So that’s how you want to play it!” Ivan hissed with lustful content and jumped off the bed, running at Alfred’s alluring, cum dripping body. Alfred grinned and leapt out of his way, making Ivan almost stumble to the floor. Ivan caught himself and turned around to see Alfred waving a finger at him.

“Too slow, Ivan!” Alfred teased and Ivan let his large grin return to his face. Normally, Alfred would be spooked by that grin but at this point in time, that look only hid sexual wonders that he was curious to discover. “You have to be quicker than that to catch little me!” Alfred winked at him and Ivan took on his challenge.

“There is only so far you can go before I catch you.”

“I will take that chance.” Ivan ran at him again and Alfred took off, letting Ivan chase him all around the room. His lord was right when he said there weren’t many places to run because Alfred was indeed running out of ideas so he slowed his run and let himself be caught by Ivan’s strong arms. Alfred mock struggled as Ivan drug him over to the bed and tossed him back on to the silk covers.

Alfred attempted to move again but Ivan’s hands gripped his wrists and his weight fell upon him, making him immobile. Alfred noticed the rope that was looped around Ivan’s belt and wondered when he had picked that up. Ivan wasted no time in tying Alfred’s wrists together and lifting them above his head to wrap around a decorative center post on his headboard. Ivan ran a hand down Alfred’s chest lovingly before gripping a piece of the dress and tearing it from his body. Alfred gasped at the sudden motion of tearing as his now naked body lay spread and open to Ivan’s violet orbs.

Ivan’s eyes raked down his lover’s, yes, ‘lover’s’ body as the pale skin turned golden with the flickering of the flames from the fire. Alfred had pleased BEYOND more than he had expected tonight and he should be rewarded. Even when he was with Yao, he always wore a nightshirt and the two had made love just like that. Ivan never felt comfortable showing his naked body off to anyone, mostly due to the scars that plagued his body. Many had come from battles in his younger years and others were just from the hardships of childhood and life in general. But in a way, Alfred was like him so he didn’t feel ashamed at all. He unbuttoned the loops at his neck, letting it loosen and fall open.

Alfred watched as Ivan carefully lifted his shirt up over his head, followed by his undershirt. He gasped at the sight of Ivan’s body, which was actually ripped with solid muscle rather than fat like he had previously thought. Ivan always wore so many clothes even in the summertime that Alfred figured fat was what he was hiding. He stared at Ivan’s chest as the man undid his pants next, slipping out of them and tossing it aside. Ivan, in all his naked glory, stood before Alfred on his knees, looking down at him. Alfred noticed the scars that decorated Ivan’s body and he realized them that those are what Ivan was hiding.

“Ivan…? Why do you have so many sca-“ Ivan pressed a finger to Alfred’s lips.

“Tell no one of what you see. I have never shown anyone my naked body, not even my wife, Yao. You are the first to see it like this.”

“B-but why me?”

“Because you have pleased me immensely tonight…and I feel like I can trust you, Alfred. I can trust you, right?” Alfred nodded. “You would never betray me, right?” Alfred nodded again. “Good, because if I find out that someone-“ He suddenly shoved two fingers into Alfred’s already stretched hole, making him cry out in shock. “Else has had this perfect body which I claimed first, they will meet with a fate worse than death. I will make their lives so miserable and full of pain that they will beg for death!” He shoved his fingers further into Alfred’s depths, making him cry out in pleasure. “And I’m assuming these are cases of ‘rape’. For if I find out that YOU initiated it then I will have to turn my violence onto you, Little Rose.” He added a third finger and Alfred moaned but shivered at Ivan’s threat. “I am very fond of fire, you know.” He grinned “And in my city of rule those who betray me find themselves being drug screaming and crying to the pyre. And I will always hold and throw the first torch.”

Alfred’s eyes widened when he heard those words but they were snapped away when Ivan’s fingers were replaced with his hard cock being shoved into him. Alfred cried out in white hot pleasure as Ivan lifted him by the hips and took full control of the sex, rapidly slamming his hips against Alfred’s. His cock pressed and shoved against his prostate that it almost hurt with those head on thrusts. Alfred’s next cry was covered by Ivan’s hot mouth as he pressed his tongue inside the warm cavern. Alfred gently sucked on the invading tongue and moaned when he pulled away. But Ivan bit down hard on his lower lip, making his lover give a strangled cry of pain. The blood trickled from his busted lip and Ivan kissed him again, groaning at the metallic taste of Alfred’s blood. When he pulled away and saw the smeared red substance over Alfred’s face, Ivan lost all control and threw himself into his thrusts. Alfred cried out Ivan’s name in a mantra with his thrusts, his body falling lax with sated pleasure and he managed to cum one more time before falling completely limp in Ivan’s grip. Ivan licked at Alfred’s blood as it tainted his lips before giving a few jagged thrusts of his own and came inside him, arching his back with an animalistic type growl.

Alfred was panting in afterglow and didn’t care as Ivan’ removed himself from his inners and dropped his limp body to the bed. Ivan carefully undid the binds around his wrist and lovingly brought each to his mouth, kissing them where the rope burns were. Alfred flushed at the sweet attention and he moved his hand to cup Ivan’s cheek. Ivan closed his eyes and smiled, leaning into Alfred’s touch. Alfred liked this side of Ivan, the sweet and gentle side. He reminded him of a nasty tomcat he crossed paths with some years ago at the market. The cat had attacked him as he walked by, biting and clawing at his leg. But once Alfred fought back, giving the tomcat a not so violent kick with his boot, the animal came back and purred, rubbing against his leg. The two became friends after that.

But Ivan’s words still scared him, with the pyre and the torch and all that. As long as he remained loyal to Ivan than he had nothing to fear. Why would he stray anyway? He was never that type of guy. Flirty yes. A whore no. He watched as Ivan moved off of him to close all the bed curtains, encasing them in a protective shade of purple. Ivan then slid under the silk covers and ushered Alfred to do the same. Alfred did so and he leaned in to Ivan’s body, feeling those strong arms wrap around him. Alfred sighed in content and snuggled more closely into him. This reminded him of that one stormy night when Berwald had told a horrific ghost story that had Alfred almost crying in childish fright. He crawled in bed with Arthur that night, letting the man’s arms be his protective barrier from the shadows in the dark. Arthur’s arms were warm and safe…and Ivan’s arms were giving him the same type of security and comfort.

“I’m glad I could please you, sir…you most certainly pleased me.” Ivan chuckled, stroking Alfred’s arm with his fingers.

“I must admit you did surprise me tonight, you little mink. I was wondering when the wildcat in you would come out.”

“And you brought it out of me…congratulations, good sir. You found a side of me I didn’t think I had.” Alfred played into his ego again and he felt Ivan snuggle into him until the two were mirroring each other in the bed.

“Sometimes I think you really are a mythical being, Alfred Jones. You delight me in so many ways I never thought possible. And my lonely heart is full of joy as I know that I was the first to have you and do many things to you. I have claimed you and you have accepted me. You are mine, Alfred Jones. Mine forever. I claim you as my mistress. You are my second wife next to Yao.” Alfred’s eyes widened.

“Um…I don’t think Lady Yao will like that very much.” Ivan chuckled.

“Don’t worry…we had a ‘talk’ the other day. Everything should be all right. We will just keep our relationship low key, okay ‘wife’?” Alfred blinked at the title of ‘wife’ and for some bizarre reason he smiled.

“Okay…’husband’.” Ivan smiled sweetly at the response and he hugged Alfred close to him.

“Sleep now, ‘wife’. You are stuck in my arms all night.”

“I don’t care about that.” Alfred said and closed his eyes, feeling sleep and exhaustion overcome him.


The next morning, in the barracks, Feliciano woke up to the sound of steel or metal clinging against something. He opened his eyes and saw Ludwig collecting the pieces of his armor, getting ready to put them on. He was already wearing his chainmail tunic and his war under gear. Feliciano sat up and slipped out of the bed, quickly pulling his pants and shirt on before going over to Ludwig. His lover smiled softly at him.

“Good morning, Feli. Did you sleep well?” Feliciano looked down and shook his head slowly.

“No…I had such frightening dreams about you and the battle ahead…” Ludwig leaned forward and kissed the top of his head.

“Remember what I said? We’re going to think positive. I will be all right.” Feliciano nodded, wiping a tear from his eye as he picked up Ludwig’s heavy chest plate.

“You will be all right.” He said softly and Ludwig wanted to put his own chest plate on but Feliciano insisted. With gentle care, Feliciano slipped the plate over Ludwig’s head and helped him thread his arms through the leather straps. Ludwig remained still as Feliciano went around his body and tightened the leather straps, pulling the plate closer against his chainmail body. Ludwig’s heart fluttered at the way Feliciano was tending to him. He was expecting a waterfall of tears this morning, not a helping hand.

Feliciano then proceeded to strap on his shoulder and forearm armor, adjusting those straps as well. He was surprisingly silent throughout the whole dressing and Ludwig wondered what his lover was thinking. He just couldn’t believe that Feliciano was actually calm on the day he was leaving for war. The last thing his lover added were the leather gloves before looking up at him. Ludwig smiled at his lover’s sweet face and touched his cheek.

“I…I think I hear your troops gathering outside.” Feliciano finally said in a soft, almost inaudible voice. “I’ll get your sword.” Feliciano went to the corner of the room and picked the heavy sword with both hands, bringing it over to Ludwig.

“Wait, you have to kiss the hilt first.” Ludwig said and Feliciano tiled his head to the side.

“Kiss the hilt?”

“Yes, it brings a soldier good luck on the battlefield” Feliciano smiled a bit and brought the sword up to kiss the hilt. Ludwig took it from him with one hand and slung the strap over his head, straightening it on his back. “Could you carry my helmet out for me?”

“Yes.”

Feliciano picked up the helmet and followed Ludwig outside of the barracks. His army was standing in two separate formations, holding their swords in front of them in respect, blades facing toward the sky. Feliciano felt a chill go down his spine at all the shining steel twinkling in the sun around him. The soldiers were all looking at him as well and he felt a bit uncomfortable by their stares. Feliciano figured they were picturing a woman doing this, not a man. But Ludwig didn’t care as he mounted his horse proudly, reaching down to take his helmet. Feliciano handed it to him, feeling as if the last part of Ludwig was taken from his arms. He placed the helmet on his head and reached into his saddlebag.

“I made something for you last night after you fell asleep.” He took out two small, woven straw dolls and gave one to his lover.

“What is it?”

“It’s a parting gift, but one that will see us back together. It’s an old tradition. I will keep this on me at all times and you will do the same. With good fortune we will find our way back to one another.” Ludwig blushed at his own sappiness but he knew it would make Feliciano feel better and give him a burst of hope, which is what the young man needed. His lover smiled bright up at him and clutched the doll to his chest.

“Ve~! Then I will never let it out of my sight! It will be on me at all times, even in the bath!” Ludwig cleared his throat at that.

“Now give me a kiss and be off to the manor with you. We always walk through the courtyard so you can watch us there.” Ludwig leaned down from his horse as far as he could and Feliciano stood on his tiptoes to reach his lips. They shared a chaste but loving kiss before they pulled away.

“Take care of yourself, Wiggy. I will be waiting for you and I will be faithful as well!”

“I have no fear of that. Stay close to the manor. I will write to you if I can. Go now. I have orders that need to be given.”

Feliciano took a deep breath and nodded, turning away and running out of the barrack entrance, looking back at Ludwig as he ran. When he got to the front courtyard, many of the other nobles were gathered around along the manor walls. Ivan and Yao were waiting on the steps with Alfred and Toris behind them. Feliks was sitting on the banister with Kiku on the ground beside him, picking dead petals off of some sunflowers. Francis and Arthur were looking out the kitchen window and talking among themselves. Gilbert was looming behind them, munching on a chicken leg. Everyone seemed so calm while he was shaking with fear. Maybe it was because none of them had someone they loved going off to fight and they may never come home.

“Feliciano! Join us!” Yao called to him and he walked over but remained at the bottom of the steps. Yao decided not to say anything else knowing that Feliciano was very fragile right now. The horns were sounded as the army marched up from the back entrance of the manor and came up the right side into the courtyard with Ludwig leading on horseback. Everyone cheered as the soldiers went past and through the courtyard. Feliciano watched with a heavy heart as the last of the army past through after a long while. He had lost sight of Ludwig and now he was gone. By tomorrow he will have reached the battlefield and the second part of Feliciano’s nightmare began.

“Feli? Are you alright?” Alfred asked him but he didn’t respond, his shoulders starting to shake.

“He’s going to have a meltdown.” Gilbert said with his mouth full of chicken to Francis and Arthur. “Be prepared for the worst sounding, sorrowful wails which rival that of a banshee.”

Sure enough, Feliciano clenched his fists at his side and as tears rolled down his cheeks, he let out a loud cry into the air. His cries echoed off the stone walls and everyone remained silent, looking sadden or sympathetic. Alfred felt tears sting his eyes for his friend Feli but didn’t know what to do.

“LUDWIG! COME BACK! DON’T GO LUDWIG! PLEASE COME BACK! COME BACK!” He turne around to face the others, more or less pleading with Ivan. “PLEASE CALL HIM BACK! DON’T LET HIM GO! HE MIGHT DIE! I DON’T WANT HIM TO DIE!” Ivan didn’t respond because he knew Feliciano knew what his answer would be. Feliks hopped down from the banister and walked over to him with open arms. Feliciano fell into him and cried into Feliks shirt as the man held him up.

“I’ll take him.” Feliks said and whispered words of comfort to him as he walked him inside, still crying hysterically. Ivan looked over at Kiku.

“Make him something to help him sleep, or something to calm him.” Kiku nodded.

“Yes sir.” Ivan felt Yao take his hand in his own and squeeze. Ivan just looked at Yao with a little smile and kissed his cheek.

“Come on, lets go inside. We’ll share a cup of tea.” Alfred had to follow them and Kiku left to his job. Gilbert had already left the window and only Francis and Arthur remained.

“I should go and check on Matthew.” Arthur said, looking down at his folded arms with a bit of sorrow and realized he didn’t feel like going alone. Not toady. Not after the scene Feliciano just had. The feeling it gave him spooked him and he wanted someone next to him. “Want to come with me?” Francis looked at him gave a small smile, he himself affected by Feliciano’s show of intense emotions.

“I would love to.” He said and closed the window.


End Chapter 9 TBC