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This Image of You	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Warnings: Hardcore yaoi, language, drinking

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. The title of this chapter belongs to the Patti Smith Group and Bruce Springsteen. It is for pure enjoyment. Any references used are copyrighted by their owners. I am making no money off of this fic! But please, read on and enjoy!

Chapter 9: Because The Night Belongs To Lovers

Gilbert’s breathing quickened as Ivan’s lips gently explored his body, starting with his neck and shoulders. He could feel his blood racing in his veins yet he was feeling anxious about the act he was going to perform. Feeling this nervous for something he thought he would have under control was a surprise. This wasn’t like him at all and he didn’t know how to make himself stop. The more Ivan’s lips grazed his skin the more heated and excited he became. Even his belly was tingling with butterflies.

“You’re trembling. Are you cold?” Ivan asked with gentle concern.

“N-no! I’m not cold!”

“Nervous then?” Ivan said with a little smile and kissed his collarbone.

“N-no! I’m not nervous either!” Gilbert defended.

“That pink blush on your face says differently.”

Gilbert gave him a glare and Ivan took the hint to keep his mouth shut. He let his hands explore Gilbert’s sides and chest while his lips continued their journey. Ivan wanted to put as many hickies on Gilbert’s skin as he could to mark the man as his own. So many wanted Gilbert for themselves but he was claiming him right here and now. This Gilbert was reacting differently than the other in this situation. His Gilbert could be very perverted and used to read pornography and surf the web all the time. Unlike his world, sex entertainment did not exist on the same level and this Gilbert had been mostly sheltered from it. He was acting more a sheltered virgin than his old Gilbert, who practically grabbed Ivan’s dick to put it inside of him before the other could blink. With this Gilbert he was going to have to take the lead and bring out the wild animal within him. Both Gilbert’s were equally passionate, of that he was sure.

Ivan’s lips traveled lower to one pink nipple and encircled it with his tongue. He heard Gilbert gasp and arch into his mouth. He felt the other’s fingers bury into his hair, keeping his head still. Ivan took the pink nub between his teeth and bit gently, pulling another gasp from his lover’s lips. He soothed it with his tongue before nipping his way over to the other to do the same. Gilbert’s body grew hot and writhed beneath him, even opening his legs further to welcome him. Ivan showed his gratitude by leaving a love bite next to the right nipple.

Gilbert could feel his face and body flushing in desire with a bit of embarrassment. Ivan had seen him naked before but it was different this time. Ivan’s lips were on his stomach now, kissing each ab and slipping his fingertips into his pants. This nervousness in him had to stop. He knew it was natural but it shouldn’t be natural for him. Every day he faced monsters or demons and never felt a tremor of fear. Ivan was being more than soft and gentle with him so why was he so nervous? His face heated once again when he felt Ivan slipping off his pants and boots to toss them to the side. Now he was fully naked beneath the other. Fully naked and aroused. He watched Ivan’s violet eyes travel all along the length of his body, pausing for a moment to touch a spot on his skin and rub. For a second Gilbert thought it was creepy but the look of love and longing on Ivan’s face changed that feeling. And for a moment, Gilbert saw a flash of sadness cross his features.

“What’s wrong, Ivan?” He asked in a breathy whisper.

“No. It’s nothing.” He smiled back at Gilbert and stood on his knees. “I don’t think it’s fair that you are undressed and I am not.”

Ivan slipped his tunic over his head and tossed it behind him. Gilbert lifted himself up on his forearms to look at Ivan’s body as the man did his own. Ivan had a strong, solid build with a hint of a belly. He had seen Ivan fight and knew all his muscle was hidden beneath the stockiness. Despite his nervous stomach and blushing face, Gilbert had to say it.

“My body is so much better than yours.” He smirked. “Just look upon this body and worship it.” Ivan gave a humorous smile and chuckled.

“When I get done with it your ‘perfect’ body will be flushed in afterglow and littered with my bite marks. You’ll look like a speckled frog!” Gilbert’s mouth dropped open at the harmless insult. “However, I do rival your body in one area.” Ivan licked his lips and moved his hands to grip the hem of his pants. Gilbert looked to his crotch and saw the erection ready to burst out of the fabric. When Ivan lowered his pants his cock sprung free. “I can tell by your expression that I’ve won in this department.”

“W-Where do you…think you’re putting THAT?” Gilbert’s eyes were still glued to Ivan’s erection and he gulped.

“Why, in you of course!”

“H-Hell no! That thing won’t fit!” Ivan rolled his eyes.

“It will fit, Gilbert. With lots of prepping and lube it’ll slide right in!”

“What the fuck do you need to prep? It won’t go in, plain and simple! We don’t stretch like women do to accommodate size, I know that much! THAT thing,” he pointed to Ivan’s cock “Is why our backdoors were made as an EXIT!” Ivan laughed at that. “It’s true! Things were made to go south, not north!” Ivan finished taking off his pants and crawled over Gilbert’s body.

“You talk to much. The only sounds I want to hear from you are pleasured ones. Now hush.” Gilbert glared at him and Ivan’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “You know…that day under the dais I gave you a very nice orgasm. Don’t you think I deserve the same in THAT manner?”

“Wait…you want me to suck you off? Put THAT in my-“

“Unless you’re afraid, then I understand.”

“I’m not afraid!”

‘Bingo.’ Ivan said to himself with a smile. “Then perhaps, if you return the favor, you won’t be as frightened by it.”

Gilbert looked from Ivan’s face to his cock a few times before giving a gentle nod. He was certain he could do it just not on the same level as Ivan. The larger man sat back on the bed and Gilbert flipped his body around to lie on his stomach. He brought his face closer to Ivan’s erection and eyed it again cautiously. He cast his eyes upwards to Ivan who was just smiling down at him, silently urging him to continue. Gilbert carefully wrapped his hand around the base and felt the blood-filled organ twitch in his grip. He brought his lips to the tip of the erection and figured the best way to do this was to just jump into it. So he did.

He took Ivan’s massive girth into his mouth, starting with just the tip before slowly moving down. His jaw protested and ached from the forced stretching as his mouth tried to take in the width. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before and he couldn’t describe the feeling. His lips touched the base of his hand and that was as far as his mouth could go. The tip of Ivan’s cock touched the back of his throat but he had to pull back slightly to keep from gagging.

Remembering what Ivan had done, Gilbert sucked his lips upwards before sucking his way back down. He felt the cock twitch in his mouth and heard Ivan moaning softly above him. This was the first time he was ever doing something like this and it started to give him a little thrill. The more he sucked the easier it had become and little by little he was taking in more of Ivan’s member. Gilbert was able to speed up his bobbing and his moans made the organ twitch in his mouth. Just as he was getting used to the act, Ivan’s hands lifted his head away. Gilbert let out a gasp as a bit of spittle fell from the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t want to cum just yet. I want to be inside of you when I do.” Ivan said, holding Gilbert’s face still so he could look into his eyes. “You did well for your first time with that.”

“It wasn’t…so bad…” he panted and wiped his mouth. “W-What’s next?”

“The best part!” Ivan pushed him back onto the bed and brought his right hand up to Gilbert’s mouth. He traced the soft lips with his fingers and was mildly surprised when Gilbert nipped at the fingertips. “We will have to improvise for this. I want you to suck on my fingers, three of them.”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask questions, just do as you’re told. Anticipation is part of the fun.”

Ivan smiled and tapped his index finger on Gilbert’s lip. He wiggled his finger into the other’s mouth and immediately felt the pressure of suckling. Gilbert’s tongue swirled around his finger, effectively wetting the digit. Ivan let his other two fingers slip past Gilbert’s lip to join the first. He spread them lightly to allow Gilbert’s tongue to weave between them. His lover was doing well for his first time so far and once Ivan decided they were wet enough he slipped his fingers out. Gilbert took a breath before he moaned when their erections touched against on another. The sensation made Ivan shiver as well and it was time to move on from here.

Gilbert’s body felt a sudden chill when Ivan slipped off to lie beside him. He was holding himself up with his forearm, their faces close enough to kiss. Gilbert stared into Ivan’s violet eyes, seeing his small flushing reflection in them. His eyes widened in mild surprise when he felt the base of Ivan’s finger pressing against his quivering hole. Right away he tightened up and he felt Ivan kiss his temple.

“Relax your body or it won’t feel as good. You’re knew to this, remember.”

Gilbert said nothing but answered with a little nod, moving his face closer to Ivan’s. He felt the other’s lips press against his in a soft kiss while one finger wiggled its way inside. Gilbert gasped into Ivan’s mouth at the slightly uncomfortable penetration. He clenched his inner muscles the further the digit went in for his body was trying to push it out. Ivan’s finger was fighting with the inner muscles and the man broke the kiss to remind him to relax. Gilbert took a deep breath and did his best to relax his body. Once he did the finger didn’t feel as uncomfortable. But once the two remaining fingers entered he felt his backside stretched quickly and painfully.

“Ow! What the hell?” Gilbert looked at him with a glare and Ivan’s brows furrowed in humor.

“Oopsie…I got a little carried away.” Ivan really just wanted to test Gilbert’s reactions to a little bit of force. As much as ‘shy’ and ‘inexperienced’ Gilbert was cute, Ivan was wishing for the inner passion to reveal itself.

“Funny.” Gilbert shifted his weight a bit while the fingers still wiggled and thrust inside of him. When Ivan pulled them out Gilbert’s body felt empty and he wanted the strange sensation back.

“We’re changing positions.” Ivan said and forced Gilbert to sit up on the bed.

“What do you mean?”

“To make things easier for you.” Ivan’s plan was to give Gilbert a bit of control in hopes of dragging out the pervert inside of him. He helped Gilbert straddle his waist as he laid back on the bed, looking up at him. “You’re going to impale yourself on me.”

“Huh?” Gilbert lifted his hips and looked between them where Ivan’s erection was resting against his own. “Oh…you want me to-“

“It will be much easier on you. Just take our time and go slow.”

Gilbert looked at Ivan again before returning his gaze to the heavily darkened erection beneath him. He remembered Francis once telling him the harder it is, the better it is. And that came from a man who’s been on both ends and craved it all the time. Even Alfred had boasted about how great Ivan was and now he could experience it for himself. The anticipation was growing again and he felt his lower body ache for more of what sensations the fingers gave him. But there was still that chance he may turn into a demon and it made him hesitant for only a moment. Ivan didn’t believe it and neither would he.

Straddling Ivan’s waist again, Gilbert positioned himself so the tip was pressed against his stretched hole. He held his breath and slowly began to lower himself on the other’s cock. The head slipped past the tight ring but it wasn’t any more unpleasant than when the fingers first penetrated him. He let out the breath and looked at Ivan’s face, which was calm and adorning. Ivan’s hands went to his hips and gripped the skin gently to help guide him down. But the further Ivan’s girth stretched him the more unpleasant it had become. The fingers and the head weren’t nearly as bad as the rest of him. Gilbert had to bite his lip to hold in his hiss of pain that could quickly turn into a cry. He tried to keep himself calm but he felt like his backside would split and break if Ivan continued further.

“S-Stop!” He said, his eyes wide with uncertainty. His hands balled into fists on Ivan’s chest and his body quivered.

“We can’t stop now. You don’t have that much further to go.”

“No…if it goes any further I- “ Gilbert’s eyes flew open as the rest of his body was forced down onto Ivan’s cock the rest of the way. His reaction was a moment delayed, having been struck with some fear and shock. “A-AH!”

His inner muscles screamed in protest now that Ivan’s erection was buried deep inside, stretching his virgin body beyond its current limits. Gilbert’s eyes were wide and unseeing as his body tried to get used to the foreign invasion. Already his ass was sore and wanted to lift himself off. He briefly thought of Feliciano that night when Ludwig took him on the tavern floor without any preparation or makeshift lubrication. If this was bad for him then it must have been excruciating for his future brother-in-law. Gilbert made a quick mental note to kick his brother’s ass.

“See? You’re not a demon.” Ivan’s words broke his thoughts and he panted as he looked at his lover. He was right! Nothing was happening and he felt no change come over him. He smiled through the uncomfortable pain and Ivan brought his hand up to stroke his cheek. “You had nothing to worry about. Although I’m glad you did worry…because it is what helped save you for me.” ‘Keep calm and still.’ Ivan said to himself. Gilbert’s body was hot and tight like a vice, gripping him all around. The feeling was getting unbearable and he wanted to start thrusting.

“It hurts though…”

“It will take a little while to feel better, but you’ll like it.”

Ivan sat himself up with Gilbert still carefully impaled on his cock, sitting him in his lap. Gilbert’s little gasps of pain as his body was moved brought a little bit of resentment for his slightly forced entry. His lover whispered something along the lines of, ‘it moved deeper’ against his chest. He held the man close and let Gilbert’s legs wrap around his waist. To help soothe Gilbert, and himself, Ivan nuzzled and kissed the other’s neck. He let one hand graze downward to wear their bodies were joined together. He felt how deeply seated he was inside of Gilbert and his fingers could feel the warm trickle of blood on their tips. Instead of letting the other move on him right now, Ivan decided to switch positions again.

Carefully, he spun them around, keeping Gilbert safely tucked in his lap. He pushed Gilbert back onto the bed, letting his head hit the pillow. His lover hissed through his teeth at the pain of movement once again and Ivan apologized softly to him. Without much warning, Ivan pulled himself out before giving a gentle lunge forward. Gilbert let out a gasp of pain and his fists gripped the sheets. Ivan repeated the motion again and again, pulling out more of the way each time. If he was the same as his Gilbert then their prostates should be in the same place. With a little more speed and force he should be able to it hit straight on.

“Brace yourself.”

Before Gilbert could ask ‘why’ a heavy pressure of force struck something inside of him that made his nerves spark with delight. Ivan repeated the motion and the pleasure from the spot sent tremors throughout his body. There was still some pain present but he was able to handle it. However, the power of Ivan’s thrusts and speeds were already more than he could handle. He could only lie there and hold on to Ivan’s back as the man continued his thrusts. His muscles began to loosen and the pain had disappeared altogether, leaving only pleasure in its wake. Gilbert started to cry out in pleasured moans and gasps, raking his nails down Ivan’s back and lifting his legs higher.

Ivan couldn’t continue to control himself once those nails and legs surrounded him. He braced himself on his palms so he could get more leverage to thrust inside the now welcoming heat. He looked down at the pleasured face of his lover, his white cheeks flushed with passion and his eyes closed in bliss. The warmth surrounding him was just like his Gilbert’s, even the cries of pleasure were the same. How many more similar noises could he wring from this man? Currently his mind was more focused on the animalistic need to mate above anything else.

Gilbert was at a lost for all thought for his body was surrounded in white-hot pleasure that filled him to his very core. That same spot kept getting hit deep within and he found himself letting out a laugh of enjoyment. Ivan didn’t seem to hear him but Gilbert felt the need to do more with the other’s cock. He planted his palms against Ivan’s chest and shoved the man onto his back. His lover went down willingly and Gilbert once again straddled his waist. With a smirk, he started bouncing his hips on Ivan’s member, feeling the organ press further inside. Once Ivan was meeting his thrusts with his own upward ones the pleasure heightened to a new level. Gilbert could no longer hold in his cries so a steady mantra of pleasured gasps filled the room around them.

Ivan watched the bouncing figure of his lover above him and he felt himself falling in love with Gilbert all over again. The passionate beast inside of him was present and after another session or two, Gilbert would be his little sex bunny once again. And how beautiful he was, like a porcelain doll or statue. This body was his and no one else could ever experience it like this. The milky white skin is for his eyes only and he would rip out any other who set eyes on Gilbert’s naked form.

The love and beauty of his Gilbert was overriding the cardinal sensations of his body but it didn’t hold for long. He was still a pureblooded male who rather focus on the pleasurable act between them over feelings. The feelings were there but his brain didn’t have to think about them at the moment. Which led him to his next test and trick.

With simple ease, Ivan lifted Gilbert off of his cock with a wet squelch and flipped him onto his stomach. His old Gilbert loved the doggie-style position and it would always make the other crack to reach orgasm. Ivan sat on his knees and lifted Gilbert’s hips to the level on his own and thrust back inside. He heard Gilbert’s cry of pleasure and begin a series of powerful thrusts into the tight heat. This particular style of thrusts took all of Ivan’s strength and endurance, for he had to keep his cock moving at the same rapid pace or it wouldn’t work. His Gilbert referred to it as ‘the jackhammer’ but once Ivan preformed it then he was done.

Gilbert kept his cheek pressed to the cool sheet while the other pounded into him from the back. He had to grip the sheets to keep from being shoved forward by the steady rocking. The pleasure just kept rising within him and this new position was striking every necessary part of him. The force from the thrusts felt like they would shatter his spine and the thought of that drew his attention to his own erection. It was threatening to explode from the rapid thrusts against his sweet spot. Even his body was filling with a buildup of passion that could only be orgasm. His body couldn’t take the delightful pleasure anymore and with a strangled cry he came on the sheets.

Ivan felt the muscles tightening around him but that didn’t stop his thrusting. Gilbert’s cry of release was enough to push him near his own and it wouldn’t be much longer before he filled him. He felt his nails dig into the soft white skin as the last of his thrusts grew jerky and short. He pulled out most of the way and thrust back in just as he came, holding the other’s hips still as his cum poured into his bowels. His body was spent and worn out from the ‘jackhammer’ movements and he collapsed against Gilbert’s back, panting heavily.

Gilbert felt the hot cum stinging his insides but he didn’t care. Ivan was still buried inside of him when he felt the man’s weight come crashing upon him. He welcomed it. And he didn’t turn into a demon and nothing bad had happened. Now he would be able to share stories with Antonio and Francis. He didn’t feel remorse or regret in his decision to sleep with Ivan.

“Are you alright?” Ivan asked softly, nipping at his ear.

“Yeah…I’m okay.” He said with a puff of air.

“Did you like it?”

“Immensely.” Ivan moved his hands to rest atop of Gilbert’s.

“So we can do it again?” Gilbert gave a tired chuckle.

“Yes, but not right now.” He tilted his head back as far as it could go and kissed Ivan. I bet we woke everyone up.”

“You were loud enough for your brother to hear.”

“I hope that’s not the case…if it is then we’re both fucked. Who wants to hear his big mouth-“

Gilbert was cut short by the chamber door flying open and a dark figure looming there. They both looked to the door and recognized the brooding figure as a very angry Ludwig. He had his leather clubbing stick in one hand and started tapping it in the palm of his other as he looked upon the both of them. Ivan was still buried inside of him and Gilbert was flushed and panting. Gilbert gulped at the intimidating sight of his brother. Ivan just gave a sheepish grin.

“I guess you’re not here to join us?”

Kiku was quietly sitting at one of the church hall tables, indulging in a hot cup of tea. The clerics always drank tea or cider in the evening and Kiku would often relax with it. The snow was falling softly outside the window and he sighed softly, relishing in its silent beauty. It also helped that Arthur had given him some herbal leaves to help him sleep. The events of earlier were still haunting him and he was certain that slumber would never come. The tea was beginning to make him feel sleepy and he smiled to himself with the cup close to his mouth. Even the warm fumes were dulling his senses and a blissful sleep was evident.

“Such little things can bring about such splendid enjoyment.”

“GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!”

Kiku’s eyes blinked open at the sound of Ludwig’s screaming and looked upon the scene. Ludwig was chasing Ivan who was struggling to run and tie his pants at the same time. Ludwig was in ‘kingly’ bed attire, consisting of a sleep shirt and pants. Ludwig NEVER stepped out of his room looking like that, so why was he chasing a half naked Ivan through the church? And of all places too. Kiku just followed them with his gaze until they disappeared from the grand hall. Now that he was wide awake once again and his tea nearly finished, he left the church to find other means of sleep.

Ivan was thoroughly enjoying this ridiculous chase through the church. Ludwig was clearly angry and it shouldn’t be a laughing matter, but it was to Ivan. He laughed like a child playing tag and it was only making Ludwig angrier, he could hear it building up in the man.

“I didn’t give you or Gilbert permission to do what you did!” Ludwig shouted after him.

“Sometimes these things happen!” He said with a laugh and continued on running.

“You will be punished!”

“Gilbert consented! And he’s not a demon!” Ivan stopped running and turned to face him, panting slightly. Ludwig slid to a halt but kept his face with its angry sneer. Ivan smiled and put his hands up. “Gilbert is a normal man just like you and me. He doesn’t regret letting me be his first and we love each other.” Ludwig’s sneer turned into a frown and he lowered his stick.

“You love who he resembles and represents.” Ludwig answered flatly. “He is not the same.”

“Simple. There is more to love. He is like my old Gilbert in a lot of ways but there are differences. But I want to discover those differences and fall in love with him on another level. You don’t know what it’s like to lose someone you care about…how would you feel if you were loose Gilbert?” Ivan knew that the other Ludwig was devastated over the loss of his brother but he held himself together well in public.

“I would be devastated at his loss, yes. But you need to see where I am coming from. We don’t know if you are alive right now or dead. You don’t know if you are dead. You could suddenly disappear if your other self dies. Maybe the ghost of your old Gilbert will call you back. It’s issues like those that are now my main cause of displeasure. I don’t want Gilbert getting close to you because something could happen…”

“But nothing could happen either.”

“True. However, I would like him not to have to worry about something like that.” Ivan smiled.

“We are risk takers, your highness. He and I like to take life one day at a time. Live every day like it is your last, yes?”

“That is Gilbert’s attitude.” Ludwig said flatly. Ivan knew he had to win Ludwig over to make a difference this time.

“I think you should really sit down and talk with Gilbert. Just you, him, and some ale.” Ludwig didn’t seem to buy it but it was always hard to tell what the man was thinking for he had a perfect poker face. “I think it’s time you let your brother go.”

“He is still my brother and my ward.” He looked away. “Hmph. Perhaps you are right. I will speak to Gilbert in the morning first thing.” Ivan lowered his hands.

“May I go back to my room now?” He knew how to win this part. “I don’t want him to think I just slept with him and then left. No one wants their first time to be a ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ lay.” He saw the twitch in Ludwig’s blonde eyebrow, meaning he caught the indirect mention of Feliciano’s first time. “I want to cuddle with him and stay by his side until dawn.”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear any more.” ‘I win!’ Ivan said to himself. “You may return to your chambers with…Gilbert. But only for the rest of the night. Things will be different in the morning. You are free to go. But tread carefully, Ivan, or my club will find you.” Ludwig gave his warning before he turned to leave him.

Ivan let out a little sigh of relief before hurrying back to his chamber. Gilbert was still lying on his belly on the bed, covered with the sheets. He opened his pink eyes when he heard Ivan come in. Ivan’s smile assured him that everything was all right and he removed his pants before crawling in beside Gilbert. Ivan kissed the back of his neck and nuzzled the soft white hair with his nose. Gilbert turned his face to meet Ivan’s.

“So you’re alive, I see?”

“I made it.” Ivan smiled. “But you can expect us to be apart tomorrow. Your brother wishes to speak with you…and who knows how long that will take.”

“Right.” He gave a little groan. “Fucking hell, my ass hurts! Where did all the good feelings go?”

“You’re coming down from your sexual high. Now you will feel the pain of the aftermath. This was your first time and you’ll get better at it. It will stop hurting the more you do it.”

“I know. That’s what Francis and Feliciano told me a while ago.”

“Are you able to roll over and cuddle with me?”

Gilbert’s answer came with a bit of shifting and a roll into Ivan’s chest. Ivan wrapped his arm around his lover’s waist and let him rest his head on his chest. Gilbert gave a little sigh and snuggled into him, burrowing his face in his neck like a bunny. The motions made Ivan’s heart beat faster and even brought a tear to his eye, but he didn’t let it fall. This reminded him of all the times, almost every night in his world, when he and Gilbert would settle in to sleep. Well, more or less during the fall and winter seasons when it was cold. The summer was too hot in the apartment to cuddle. But this, this was perfect. There would be more answers in days to come but for this night, Ivan was going to pretend it was just like old times. And the feel of Gilbert’s body on his was invigorating. He let his hand stroke all along Gilbert’s side, thigh, and belly to just feel the softness of his skin. They may be in different worlds but this Gilbert he considered as his own.

“Mine. All mine.” He said softly. “We are one now…and I will not let you go.”

Gilbert didn’t answer him and pretended to be asleep, but he was flattered by the words. It wasn’t like him to get so mushy and soft but it was how he really felt around Ivan. He knew he could still kick ass and fight, monsters or humans. Safely tucked away in the bedroom with his lover was the time to be different and let his emotions loose. Feeling more relaxed and content than ever, he closed his eyes for sleep to claim him.

As promised, the two lovers were woken from their bed at early dawn. Gilbert was the one who the clerics and Ludwig wanted, paying little attention to Ivan. Poor Gilbert had to try and hide his limp as he dressed in his robes, allowing the other clerics to help him. The other men were averting their eyes from Ivan and probably trying to ignore the fact that their ‘master’ had sex. Ivan just continued to watch them from the bed. Gilbert had demanded that a hot bath be prepared for him and Ivan knew why. He smirked at the dark stain in the back of Gilbert’s pants between his thighs. He was still leaking his cum and Ivan felt proud all over again. He wondered if Gilbert was angry with him but a white lash wink from the man said otherwise. Ivan waved his fingers from the bed as Gilbert was lead out of the room. Since he had nowhere to go and nothing to do on this morning, Ivan snuggled back under the blankets to fall asleep.

Gilbert’s bath was heated for him as he had asked and the hot water on his lower half made his eyes cross with relief. He had taken Gilbird out of his cage and the bird was nesting on his head. He sighed heavily and leaned back against the rim of the wooden tub. Gilbert paid little mind to his pet and thought back to last night, his body shivered as he recalled the pleasure. Gilbert heard himself let out a pleasured moan as he remembered the feel of Ivan’s lips on his skin. Even though his backside was still raw and aching, his body craved more of the sexual act. If he were feeling better then he would want to do it again tonight. The second he reached down to stroke his semi-hard erection the door opened.

“Shit!” He cursed and looked to the door, seeing Feliciano’s little head peeking in.

“Hi Gilbie. Sorry if I’m disturbing you…but Ludwig wanted me to come and speak with you.”

“Speak with me? About what, exactly?” Feliciano came in and closed the door behind him. He looked a bit nervous and twiddled his fingers.

“Um…well, I heard about you and Ivan…and I can guess why you are taking a hot bath so early in the morning. And well, Ludwig just wants me to talk to you about what happened last night. I understand it and-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it. You mean to tell me that my brother sent you to ‘talk’ about sex? What are we? A madam and her lady-in-waiting? Pfft.”

“N-No, he doesn’t mean it like that. He more or less is concerned for you. Since it was your first time and all.”

“He doesn’t think Ivan raped me, does he? Because he didn’t! I wanted it and loved it! Although you can tell Ludwig that I understand what you must have gone through that night and a kick in the balls will be coming his way.” Feliciano laughed at that.

“If you wanted it and Ivan took his time then you really can’t compare yourself to me that night in the tavern. I don’t want to remember it but it does haunt me sometimes. That’s why Ludwig wanted me to come and talk to you, in case you had any concerns or fears. At least you liked Ivan when it happened.”

“Yeah…I remember when he first brought you here. You were this skinny, terrified little thing, trembling in corners looking like he was ready to pee himself.” Feliciano flushed and looked down, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “But I do have you to thank. You’re the reason why Ludwig was so lenient with me being able to go to Ivan’s bedchambers. Not to do what we did…but I was allowed to speak with him.” Feliciano smiled softly at that. “It’s a shame the change in him had to come when you came to the palace. Your big trembling amber eyes looking at him like he was a monster all the time drove him crazy. It was like a wolf trying to woo and fawn! It was hilarious!” He laughed at his metaphor but his laughter died at the look of forced amusement on Feli’s face. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I don’t know when to keep my big mouth shut.”

“N-No, it’s alright. I wasn’t exactly at ease when I first came here…nor was I easy to deal with.”

Gilbert knew that even though their relationship had come far, Feliciano was still a bit hesitant at times around Ludwig. Whenever Ludwig drinks he has to sleep in a different room, or Feli will move to another instead. The smell of ale on Ludwig’s breath always reminds the man of that night and he goes stiff. Ludwig always was one to get a little frisky when he started to drink and downright uncontrollable when he has had too much. The fact that Feliciano was able to fall in love with his brother at all was still a miracle to him. If Ivan had done that to him last night, Gilbert would have had the man’s throat torn out and his dick cut off. But Ludwig was the king, a powerful figure that could do anything and everything he wanted, despite anyone’s complaints.

“Yeah…well, what did you do for the pain afterwards?”

“It was the worse thing I had ever experienced. I wasn’t able to have a hot bath so all I had was a bucket of cold water and a rag. I could hardly walk and I bled a lot. And I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. Everyone was just ‘hush-hush’ about it. I didn’t get a bath until I came to the castle. But it gets much easier the more you do it.” Gilbert just nodded. “Kiku makes some helpful cream for irritation. You should ask him for some. That always helps me when I need it. It’s soothing.”

“Could you actually go and get some for me? I’m pretty sure I’m good to go with the talking though. No offense.”

“Oh, none taken. I’m just glad you’re doing well. If you need anything else don’t hesitate to ask me, okay?”

“Yeah, see you later.” Before he left, Feliciano turned around to face him again.

“Gilbie, will you be attending the Winter Night Bonfire celebration? It’s tomorrow night.”

“Pfft, only for a short while. I have to be out praying to the moon with the rest of the clerics. You’re not going, are you? Ludwig doesn’t want you going to peasant festivals anymore.” Feliciano pouted.

“Ve~…please promise not to tell…but I’m sneaking out that night to attend.” Gilbert gasped and then smirked, letting out a hearty laugh. “I’ve been going to it since I was a child!”

“Shame on you, Feli! You’ve been around me too long. But go ahead and have fun. Can I make a suggestion?” Feliciano nodded. “Take Ivan with you. Those things can get crazy and you are my future brother-in-law, which makes you family, which means I have to keep an eye out for you. Francis and Antonio will be there as well so stay close to them.”

“My brother Romano will be there with Antonio, so you can rest assure I’ll be safe!” He smiled. “I’ll be right back with that cream, okay?” Once he was alone again Gilbert had already lost his arousal and decided to just relax in the tub until he came back. Gilbird chirped from his spot.

“Be quiet, you.”

Later in the morning, Gilbert was out in the cemetery with Ebony, letting her stretch her wings. He stroked the back of her neck and smiled softly. He wished Ivan were sharing in this moment right now, with the snow lightly falling around them and Ebony in all her beauty. Gilbird didn’t like the cold so the little guy hung out with him only indoors. But according to some other clerics, Ivan was still sound asleep in his room. After his ordeal and their passionate night together, Gilbert figured the man needed some rest. The cream of Kiku’s was working well on him and he hardly had to limp anymore. Ebony made a soft squawk and looked in the direction of the woods. Gilbert followed her gaze and saw a herd of deer silently walking through the field of snow. He smiled at the peaceful sight and continued to watch them until he was interrupted.

“Gilbert.” It was Ludwig, dressed in his puffiest kingly furs. Even his crown was set over his hood and Gilbert had to smirk.

“It’s not that cold out, Ludwig.”

“I don’t care. Did Feliciano talk to you?”

“He did. I suppose I should thank you for sending him to me. That was kind of you, even though you chased my lover with a stick.” Ludwig gave a grunt.

“Gilbert, didn’t any of what Arthur said sink in to that thick head of yours?”

“About Ivan? Yeah, so what? I live for today, Ludwig.”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“Well stop.” Gilbert said firmly. “I’m with Ivan now and you can’t continue to boss me around. I’m not a demon, I never was, so you have nothing more to worry about.” Ludwig kept a straight face.

“With this news you will have even more suitors. Virgin or not.”

“But I want Ivan.”

“I’m not ready to accept Ivan. Ivan has nothing to his name. You are the brother of the king. Marrying a stranger from another world is hardly appropriate.”

“And marrying a tavern peasant is? You can’t use that against me for you are doing the same. You could have taken Feliciano as a mistress instead of a wife, just like your councilors and judges suggested. But you didn’t. You’re marrying Feliciano for other reasons.” He stroked Ebony’s chest and whispered a coo to her.

“Feliciano would have killed himself if I took him for a mistress. My intentions and feelings are none of your business.” Gilbert glared at him.

“Once again, so are mine. So butt out!”

“Fine then. If Ivan can prove himself worthy of SOME appropriate title, then you two will have my blessing. But until then, I will continue to disapprove of him. What you do outside of my sight is your business but when you are both in MY presence, you will maintain distance from one another. Do I make myself clear?”

‘Better than nothing.’ Gilbert said to himself but nodded. “Yes, brother. I thank you for that. I’ll have Ivan back up and training shortly. He’ll prove himself.”

“I do hope you are right, Gilbert. And don’t forget, you must leave for the Moon Temple tonight.”

“Oh, fuck! I completely forgot! Damn it, I don’t want to be sleeping around all those snoring clerics!”

“They all look up to you.”

“Well good for them! But still, those sleeping quarters always smell like ass! I rather be with Ivan…but I understand duty comes first.”

“At least I taught you something.” Ludwig said and cleared his throat. “Don’t stay out too long, you may catch cold.”

“Hmph. And you never do. Well, they do say a fool never catches a cold.” Gilbert smirked and Ludwig just glared.

With Gilbert’s absence, Ivan was left alone to train with the others for the remainder of the day and evening. By the next night, the Winter Night Bonfire celebration was ready to begin and he was sneaking out with Feliciano. Ivan had politely threatened the stable boy to give them a horse and to keep his mouth shut about ‘who’ took them. Feliciano apologized to the man and got on the horse behind Ivan. In his training, Ivan was being taught the proper way to ride horses and he was confident in his new skills.

Feliciano led him to the city square where the towering piles of old wood, broken furniture, and other burnable items were piled high. There were three massive piles and people were already starting to gather around. Feliciano paid one of the stable hands to look after their horse so they could wander around. They had to find Francis and Antonio, who were supposed to be waiting for them at the center tavern. Romano had given them the information on where to find them. As they approached the said tavern, Ivan heard his name being called.

“Ivan! Hey Ivan! Over here!” Francis was waving to them from one of the outside tables. Antonio and Romano were sitting with him. Feliciano ran to his brother and gave him a big hug, which the other scowled at.

“Get off of me!” Ivan smiled at Romano, the same attitude as in his world.

“So, we got word that you popped Gilbert’s little pink cherry!” Francis clapped in Ivan’s direction and the other gave a bow. “I’m sure Ludwig had kittens when he found out!”

“Oh yes, you may now refer to me as “Ivan, the Great and Terrible”!” Only he got the reference but no one else had to know. And the title actually fit more than Elvis Fancypants. Although the last time he had to sign in to training, he did sign ‘E. Presley’. He was just filled childish glee!

“Yes! You must tell us ALL about it!” Antonio said and poured them all some wine. “Sit and drink! We have a long night ahead of us!”

“Oh wait! Before you give him the wine…” Francis reached into his satchel and took out a bottle of clear liquid. “You know that vodka stuff you were telling me about?”

“Yes?”

“Well, when you explained to me how it was made I remembered that the town doctor makes it that way, but it’s not a drink. It’s more of a medicine for surgery. I stole it but try it out. There’s a LOT in there.”

“I think it smells terrible.” Romano added in, watching Ivan open the bottle. When Ivan sniffed its contents his eyes widened.

“My god…this is like…like…one thousand perfect pure vodka!” He was exaggerating but the liquid before him was nothing like what he was used to. He took a sip and felt that familiar burning rush down his chest. “It is going to be a long night…but not as long as my night with Gilbert.”

“Woo hoo! Sex story time!” Antonio cheered took a gulp of wine, nearly falling out of the chair.

Once the sun went down, the pyres were lit and the bonfires burst to life. Everyone cheered with their cups high above their heads, signaling that the celebration was to begin. Ivan and the others were already buzzed or drunk. There was music and dancing around the bonfire and Feliciano went with his bother to join in. The other three continued their drunken sex talk at the table but were unaware of the figure that was slowly coming into view before them.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” They turned to see Alfred leaning over the table, his tail waving behind him.

“Now there’s a sight for sore eyes!” Francis blew him a kiss.

“We’re telling sex stories.” Antonio said with a grin. “Care to join us?”

“Are we talking about Ivan and Gilbert?” Alfred turned to face Ivan, who was in a drunken stupor. Alfred saw this as his chance to get back at Gilbert.

“Yeah! Gilbert is no longer a virgin and he didn’t turn into a demon.” Francis answered. “Our Gilbert is complete now and it’s all thanks to this handsome man over here!” Francis brought Ivan in for a quick kiss and they both laughed. Ivan was feeling too good to care about who or what was kissing him.

“Seriously, this stuff is great.” Ivan said to Francis, holding up the bottle. “A few more swigs of this and we’ll be having a massive make-out session.”

“Add in your Wellwart mushrooms and we have an orgy!” Antonio said with a clap of his hands. “Let’s orgy!”

“Whoa, slow down guys.” Alfred said with a laugh. “We should just be relaxing on this winter night. You know, enjoying good food and drinks…dancing…” Alfred’s eyes flashed blue and the three men turned to him.

“Dancing?” Ivan asked him, unknowingly letting his eyes travel up and down the length of Alfred’s body.

“Yes, but not that kind of tribal dancing around the bonfires. I mean, REAL dancing.”

“Are you going to demonstrate or do we have to beg?” Francis asked with a whine.

“Oh yes, I will be dancing. Soon you will only be able to focus on me.”

Alfred picked up the beat of the music and started swaying his hips. Once he had the three men’s full attention he kicked the dancing up a notch. He paid particularly close attention to Ivan, making sure to keep eye contact. With the tiny spell Alfred put on them, Ivan should currently be seeing his body dancing in slow motion. The man was drunk so the spell took little power to warp his mind. Alfred cared not for the other two but he wanted Ivan for himself. He really didn’t NEED to have the man but because that asshole Gilbert had him, Alfred needed to possess him. He had peeked in on their lovemaking session and remembering Ivan’s sex skills only added fuel to the fire. Alfred wouldn’t mind letting Ivan fuck him again for he was better than Arthur.

He loved a good chase and a strong challenge. Once he claimed him then Arthur could turn Ivan into a pet that he could keep. Just so Gilbert could not have him. After the words that were passed between them, Alfred could not let it go.

“Fuck me now, Alfred.” Francis said with a groan but Alfred shook his head.

“Sorry…but it’s violet eyed men whom I am after.”

Ivan didn’t move when Alfred sauntered his way over and straddled his lap. He felt Ivan’s hands come down to grip the globes of his ass. Alfred let out a pleasant gasp and began his little lap dance. It was already working for he could feel Ivan’s erection pressing against his stomach. ‘Come on, Gilbert…show up! You should be coming back soon.’ He smirked at the thought of what Gilbert’s face would look like when the man whom he had just fucked had a sexy demon on his lap instead of him.

“No fair! I get no loving.” Francis cried into his hankie and Antonio just poured him more wine.

Gilbert and the other clerics were coming back from the temple to join in with the festivities. Gilbert was glad the minor fasting was over and he was ready to splurge on meat and ale. He refused to believe that the moon held any kind of power or fortune other than to give light in the night, but he had to play the role and pretend. The heat from the bonfires warmed his chilled skin and he grinned at all the people dancing around the flames. He would never understand how the bonfires were supposed to bring long life and good fortune. All he knew was that some drunk person would dance and fall into the flames. It happened every year.

“Oh yeah! Time to let loose and-“ He froze when he spotted Ivan and the others.

Was that Alfred sitting in Ivan’s lap? It was, for he’d recognized that ass and those wings anywhere. Alfred removed himself from Ivan’s lap and started dancing in a manner that looked like he was fucking the air, or being fucked by it. It was degrading and disgusting but that should be HIM dancing for Ivan, not Alfred. However, Gilbert clicked his tongue in annoyance at Ivan’s expressions to Alfred’s dancing. He wasn’t complaining nor was he looking away. In fact, his lover was SMILING at the demon and watching his every move with longing. Alfred mesmerized Francis and Antonio as well and Gilbert had to assumed there was magic involved.

“Why that goddamned demon slut…”

“Um…Master Gilbert?” Asked one cleric in a shaky voice. “We should be heading to the outside chapel.”

“Fuck that.”

Gilbert watched as the four of them joined Feliciano and Romano in the dancing circle. The drunken group all joined hands and danced around the bonfire like primitives. Here he was, thinking about all the nice things he and Ivan would share and his lover was dancing with another. Alfred had really gone too far this time and it was the right moment to put a stop to it. He knew Alfred was doing this to win but he would lose. Ivan was his. They had made love and not ‘fucked’ like Alfred did the first time with Ivan. What they had was real and Alfred was jealous of that. Plus, like Alfred, he could not stand anyone in the way of something that he wanted.

“It’s on, bitch!”

“S-Sir?”

“Go without me.” He said with a sneer. “I have some business to take care of.”

He tossed his cloak to one of the clerics and stormed off in the direction of Ivan’s dancing circle. He put his hood up to disguise his face, making it easier to sneak up on them. He had to wait for the group to come around again. Normally this was one of his favorite winter holidays to celebrate but protecting Ivan was more important that food, ale, and a good time. He smirked evilly when he saw them coming back around. Alfred’s tail was out for all to see and grab, which was just what Gilbert did. Ivan was his man and he would maim, or kill, any other who tried to take his place.

“AHH! MY TAIL!”

Alfred screeched as Gilbert tugged him from the circle, twisting his sensitive tail in his fists. The break in the circle caused the others to leave it and the sight that greeted them was something they did not expect. Gilbert had Alfred’s tail in his hands, holding him down while the demon circled in the air wildly. He twirled Gilbert around in a rapid circle but the man didn’t let go. Alfred would be too paralyzed by the pressure in his tail to concentrate on magic to attack.

“TRYING TO MOVE IN ON HIM WHILE I’M AWAY? YOU COWARD!” Gilbert quickly undid his whip and shot it in the direction of Alfred’s flapping wings, snagging one at its base. Alfred cried out as his body was pulled from the sky and forced to the ground. Gilbert pressed his knee down on his chest and took out his dagger, aiming it at Alfred’s throat. He wasn’t going to kill him but it was going to be a wound the demon would never forget. “You’ve messed with the wrong cleric for the last time, demon!”

“NO! HEL-“ Before Alfred could finish his cry for help, someone had grabbed Gilbert’s wrist and stopped him from bringing down the dagger. He turned his head and gasped at who it was.

“Ivan…?”

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