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Frozen Shadow	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
***Warnings: Soft yaoi, angst, language
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
Chapter 9
Arthur sat at the table, staring at the roaring fire as he thought about Ivan's words. The Russian was out in the shed slicing up the deer for dinner. Arthur wasn't sure he would even want to eat tonight, not after what happened earlier with the fawn. But the fawn was not haunting him at the moment; it was Ivan's words. Arthur had never thought about people that way but knew first hand just how cutthroat society can be. He used to be at the top of the food chain in society. Often he would look down his nose at poorer people, wondering and questioning how they allowed themselves to be in that situation. Yet after hearing Ivan's words, he realized that he already knew the answer to those questions. He was brought up in a rich family, which opened up many doors of opportunity for him to progress. He had a full and proper education. He knew how to handle money, run a business, and oversee workers. Such things put him in high society where he mingled with people just like him.
However, his society 'friends' turned on him, running him out of town after they learned of his illegal shipments of moonshine. Each one of them had their own 'illegal' business behind closed doors, he just happened to get caught. But Arthur knew that deep down, if it had been someone else and not him, he would have turned his back as well. One business owner less to contend with. He was the fawn and those men chasing him were the wolves. Reaching a hand up to his head, he rubbed the bandaged spot from the gun wound. If the bullet had struck any closer he'd be dead, which is just what the others would have wanted. Would he act the same way if it were someone else? Would he want to see another man killed because he was competition? The new thought plagued him, and he saw that the skins around his fingertips were chewed.
'I haven't been nervous like this since I was boy.' He rests his head in his hand. 'I'm not a bad person. I'm not! I'm fortunate. I'm lucky. I had opportunities and I took them. Life is about chance and risk.' That little pep talk with himself made him feel better, yet it didn't make him feel any less guilty. Maybe he should have done more charity work when he had the chance. Someone like Ivan's family had come from a poor area to a strange new world and built a life for themselves. Ivan had no luxuries but he was still happy and content with his life as it was. How could anyone be like this? How? Killing animals and bleeding them and cutting wood and doing hundreds of useless chores that aren't necessary when there are better ways of getting things done.
Then he pictured what Ivan would look like dressed in a full black suit complete with hat and gloves. Ivan was rather big for a normal man, so he'd have to have his suits properly tailored. Arthur smiled at the perfect gentleman image of Ivan he had right now. Come the spring when it would be Ivan's turn to explore his world the man would prefer it to the wilderness. Ivan just had to see how much easier life could be in real society. Ivan would have to choose high society he'd just had to! If Ivan truly loved him than the Russian will want to be with him and Arthur knew he wasn't going to bend any time soon.
'I should go back to putting on the charms and win him over.' Arthur said to himself. 'Make him love me so he'll stay with me.' There he goes being selfish again. 'It's not selfishness! It's practical.' The door opened and he lifted his head to see Ivan. The man came in holding a hind leg. Arthur preferred the look of meat when it was cooked. He watched Ivan strip himself of the furs. "Is that our dinner for the night or are we going to make it last for awhile?"
Ivan toed off his boots. "We can eat it all tonight. The winter is starting to fade and more animals are coming around." He smiled. "We can spare a full meal." Ivan noticed the troubled look on Arthur's face. "Are you still upset about the fawn?"
Arthur shrugged his shoulders. "I've gotten over it."
"Then what else is bothering you?"
"People."
Ivan chuckled. "People? What kind of people?"
"The kind that shot me." He rubbed the bandage. "You're right about people being worse than animals, Ivan."
Ivan placed the hind leg on the iron rack in the hearth. "Not all people are bad."
"Not all, true. But the ones that I know of are rotten. That's how I ended up in this mess with a bullet wound in my head and shoulder."
"You were illegally selling moonshine, a liquor that's already illegal. Two strikes in one go, Arthur Kirkland."
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "I didn't know it was illegal." He saw Ivan's 'you're lying' expression. "Okay, so maybe I did know it was illegal." He rolled his eyes. "But I wasn't causing any harm or hurting anyone! I was simply…helping people relieve their anxieties and unhappiness with strong liquor." He smirked.
Ivan tapped his chin in thought. "I do like the occasional drink every now and again…but what you're doing is just…wrong."
"It's business."
"It's crazy." Ivan sat down beside him. "You're too greedy, Arthur. Money shouldn't be all that you care about. There are many rich resources out in the natural world!"
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Don't give me that 'trees and flowers are better than money' nonsense. It's pointless to waste that talk on me."
Ivan sighed. "Isn't there anything you find lovely about my world, Arthur?"
Now was his chance. "Well, there is only one thing that I like about your world, Ivan." He took Ivan's face in his hands. "And that 'thing' is you."
The Russian blushed prettily. "Me?" Ivan bashfully hid his face in his scarf. "Arthur…do you really mean that?" He peeked out from the faded pink material.
"I do." Arthur had to admit that Ivan had his 'adorable' moments and they never failed to make him smile. "I'm lucky to have met you here in the woods. That has been the best experience of me being here." 'Now for the fun part.' He reached out to Ivan's waist, slowly undoing the buckle of the belt. "The meat won't be done for awhile. Let's work up an appetite." He purred in the other's ear.
Ivan never passed up an opportunity when Arthur was 'in the mood', as the Englishman referred to it. He was tired from the hunt and the carving, but Arthur didn't always put forth the initiative to engage in lovemaking. If Ivan tried to start it, Arthur would often hiss and claw at him, just like a cat. Yet when Arthur was 'in the mood' Ivan had no choice. He couldn't say no even if he wanted to. Arthur would just take what he wanted, and in some ways, there wasn't a thing wrong with that. On tired days like this, Ivan would let Arthur take the lead so the blonde could do all the heavy moving. Arthur also required full service, as if the Englishman was indeed the King of England. So Ivan stood up from the bench, lifted his lover in his arms, and walked over to the bed.
Once Ivan placed him on the bed, the blonde stretched his long body along the sheets. Ivan watched those narrow hips lift off the bed to slide off the pants with agonizing slowness. The blonde knew just what to do to get him excited. Ivan stripped himself of all clothing to join the other on the bed. He made quick work of Arthur's tunic, wanting the blonde to be equally as naked beneath him. The feeling of lust brought with it a surge of new energy and Ivan went with it. He kissed all along Arthur's body, drawling forth sweet little moans and gasps of delight. He loved this body beneath him, even if Arthur didn't fully care for the sight of his. Ivan knew Arthur wished he looked more like that Alfred with outlined toned muscles one could see, or so he's been told. How he had come to love a high maintenance (as Arthur called himself) one such as Arthur will forever remain a mystery.
After proper prepping Ivan thrust his way in to Arthur's willing body, filling the other completely. He started off his thrusts slow, allowing Arthur time to adjust before gradually speeding up. Arthur's cries of pleasure filled his ears with those nails raking down his back. Ivan loved the pain brought forth from those nails when they were in response to pleasure and not anger. Arthur would run his hands and nails all along his back, digging in to this flesh when the thrusts became too intense. Those long legs would squeeze at his hips to hold his body captive in the blonde's embrace. For such a smaller man Arthur was surprisingly strong when it came to sex. Although Ivan's body completely covered his, the blonde could hold him in an iron like grasp. Or perhaps it was he who did not want to escape the warm embrace of his lover.
Arthur's cries took on a higher pitch as he was nearing completion. Ivan sped up his thrusts, keeping them at the same angle so his lover could climax. A few more thrusts had Arthur's body arching into his with a howl of pleasure as the warmth of their love speckled their bellies. Now it was Ivan's turn to finish, but he had strict orders on how he was allowed to climax. It took a lot of practice, but soon he mastered the technique of perfectly timing his ejaculation so as to not spill inside of Arthur. As he hit his peek, he pulled out and came over Arthur's belly. Arthur had told him that he had too much 'cream' (said in a way for Ivan to better understand) and it made the blonde feel sticky and wet inside. So this was how he could cum from now on. He longed to do so in Arthur's body once again, yet it wasn't worth the risk of Arthur's anger and distain. As always, Arthur withheld cuddling until they were both cleaned of the essence, which Ivan also had to do. Now sated and refreshed they could lay together.
"Arthur, are you alright?" Ivan always asked him after lovemaking.
Arthur cuddled his cheek against Ivan's lightly hairy chest. He had grown accustomed to the feel of the faint blonde-ish silver fuzz against his skin. "You don't have to always ask me that, you know. I would say if you had hurt me."
"I know, but it gives me peace of mind." He trailed his finger along the length of Arthur's side as the blonde cuddled him.
"Mmm…how much longer to spring?" Arthur asked. "I want to see the sun! It seems like forever since I have."
"The spring is coming, I promise you. So long as we don't have any more snow, the warm season will come around quicker." Ivan frowned slightly. "What's that smile for?"
Arthur wiggled his heavy brows. "I was just thinking about how dashingly handsome you'd look in a suit and hat!" He rolled over so his body was covering Ivan's. To keep Ivan's interest and focus he rubbed their groins together. "I get so excited just thinking about it!"
Ivan gulped. "R-Really?"
"Yes." He pressed harder, feeling Ivan growing hard against him. "Oh Ivan, I have such wonderful things to show you! I have everything all planned out, so you will not have to worry."
"But Arthur- oh!" Ivan looked up at the lynx-like blonde slowly lowering onto his erection.
"I want to spend every moment with you sight-seeing the city!" He let out a breath once Ivan was fully seated within him. With a lick of his lips and a rub of his lower belly, Arthur rocked gently forward. "You will share it with me, won't you?"
Ivan rests his hands on Arthur's narrow hips while gazing up at the celestial beauty that has bewitched him. "Yes, of course I will." He let out a soft groan when Arthur thrust against him. "I promise to buy the train tickets come the spring." Arthur gave a hard thrust and wanton moan. "I will keep my promise."
"I know you will." Arthur said with a gasp and their lovemaking continued on in to the night, and many more nights to come.
Spring 1888
Ivan boarded the train with all of their immediate belongings and an Arthur Kirkland in disguise. Today they would leave Montana and travel to New York City where Arthur would proceed to show him the joys of living in urban areas. It was difficult for him to get on this train. He was leaving everything he knew behind him and traveling to a strange city, one he had not seen since he was a little boy. They had left Toris and the others in charge of the cabin while they were away. Ivan had to bring along all his money and a few necessary goods they could sell to make some quick cash once in the city. Arthur, on the other hand, was rearing and ready to go, nearly skipping up the train box steps. Ivan knew he had to keep his promise no matter how much it had hurt him to leave his home.
The train had been in motion for no less than an hour before Ivan was lost in a gaze at the mountains he was leaving. He stared out the window at the rapidly passing scenery, silently saying 'goodbye' to the trees, fields, and animals. He would miss this life. Ivan could only hope and pray that Arthur will want to come back and live with him in the mountains. Another forest zoomed by, followed by more fields and then mountain ranges. He stared longingly at the sight, trying to burn the image in to his mind. Glancing up, a flying hawk caught his eye. Ivan smiled at it. Out in the passing distance a heard of wild horses ran along the path of the train, such beautiful creatures.
"Ivan!"
"Hm?" Ivan turned to Arthur who was seated across from him.
"Did you hear a word I said?"
"I'm sorry, Arthur. I was watching the mountains."
Arthur sighed. "I know it's hard for you to leave, but remember, you're not saying 'goodbye' forever. Remember our promise to each other, Ivan. And remember our deal."
"Yes Arthur, I know. I keep my promises."
Green eyes narrowed. "Why do you sound so depressed?"
Ivan looked at him seriously. "Because I want to be assured that I know you will keep yours."
"Do you think I intend to cheat you?" Arthur crossed his arms and legs. Ivan turned back to the window. "That's not fair, Ivan."
"Once you relive the city life you won't want to come back with me." Ivan said, defeated.
"That's not fair to say either! I enjoyed our time together in the- oh, another cup of tea, please?" He said to the passing train worker, handing the man his teacup. "Like I was saying, I enjoyed our time together! We made great memories in your little cabin, and we will make more memories in the city." Arthur smiled and stood up to sit beside Ivan. The man needed a little boost of encouragement. "Ivan," He took his hand. "There are a many great things in the city. The city has its own special beauty that you can't find in the wilderness. You showed me the beauties of your world, now I want to show you mine." He brought the large hand up to kiss it. "What's important is that we are together, right?"
Ivan, still forlorn, gave a smile. "Yes Arthur, you're right. We're a team! I promise to keep an open mind about the city."
"Good." Arthur ruffled the silvery hair. "And you'll like Francis. He's a little…well…he's ah…he's interesting. We don't always get along, him being French myself being English. And he'll be flirty with you, so just ignore it."
"Flirty?" He chuckled. "I am curious to meet some nice high society ladies. Do you think he can introduce me to some?" He saw Arthur's face fall in an angry frown.
"You're not going to the city to peek under skirts!"
Ivan pouted. "Just a little peek?" He pinched his thumb and forefinger together.
"No! Those 'ladies' will jump on you because you're big and strong." Arthur knew that Ivan would tower over most of the noblemen. "You have to learn to say 'no' to them."
"Jealous?" Ivan grinned.
"Me? Jealous? Never. I'm not the jealous type." Ivan couldn't resist laughing out loud. "What's so funny?"
"Arthur, you represent five of the seven deadly sins. Greed, envy, wrath, pride, and lust. To say that you are not a jealous person is to say that wolves eat grass."
Arthur stuck his nose up. "Hmph."
/
After a long journey, the train finally pulled in to the Grand Central Terminal where the exited onto the platform. Ivan stared at the large building, looking all around at the structure. Arthur pulled him along by the hand as he searched for Francis, who was to be waiting for them. He had hoped the Frenchman received his telegram to meet them here. If not, they would have to find their own mean of transportation. The people were staring at them, mainly because of their dress. Arthur was still dressed in mountain gear yet it was limited. The two of them stood out in the crowd.
"Where the hell is he?" Arthur sneered. "I told him to meet us here!"
"Maybe he's late?"
"The train was right on time! He should be here. I calculated the dates and travel time! I swear, if he doesn't show up I'll-"
"Yoo-hooo!"
Arthur followed the sound to see Francis hurrying up to them. "There you are! What took you so long?"
"Forgive me for being so late." Francis removed his top hat. "I was tied up at work. So good to see you again, mon ami." He kissed the top of Arthur's hand.
"Yes. Charming." He cleared his throat. "Francis, this is Ivan. Ivan Braginski. The one I wrote about?"
Francis held his hat over his heart and bowed his head to Ivan. "Of course. Welcome to our fair city."
"Thank you." Ivan replied softly.
"Well then, Francis, we are travel weary and would like to dine. Shall we retreat to your flat?"
"Most certainly. My carriage awaits."
Ivan gave a lopsided smile as he followed behind the two men with the luggage. Francis and Arthur began speaking to one another in a different language, and it took Ivan a moment to figure out that it was French. He didn't know that Arthur could speak another language. It had been so long since he himself had spoken Russian, having no one to speak it to. Ivan was curious to know what they were saying for they would both look back at him with devious little smiles on their faces. Were they making fun of him? He hoped not.
Francis' carriage was small, at least for him. Arthur sat beside Francis while he sat across from them. The two were still speaking in French, and basically ignoring him. So Ivan turned his attention to the carriage windows, watching the buildings as they rolled by. How could anyone find this beautiful? There were no trees, no flowers, and no animals. Just buildings of stone and brick littered with glass windows. The men walking on the streets were all dressed like Francis and the women wore pretty dresses. Some carried umbrellas and it wasn't raining. A few people they passed had small dogs on ropes. Yet there was one major thing that bothered him, and that was the smell. The city stunk. There was nothing 'fresh' about it. No mountain air or the smell of pine. No wheat fields, no meadows, and no streams. How dull this place was. How boring.
"Ivan?" Arthur noticed the man was staring again. "Ivan!" The Russian turned to him. "How do you find the city?"
"I haven't seen much of it yet…but the buildings are pretty."
Arthur smirked. "I know. Wait until you see Francis' flat. It's gorgeous."
Francis drummed his fingers atop of his cane. "I recently redecorated it."
"Redecorated?" Arthur turned to him. "Surely not in a frou-frou French style?"
"Oh? And I suppose English style is better?" Francis let out a laugh. "I would rather see my home burned than have it screaming 'England'."
Ivan didn't care for their talk of decorating so he once again turned his attention to the passing buildings.
"I do need a new name while I'm here." Said Arthur. "Arthur Kirkland is dead in the wilderness. From now on I am Arthur Williams."
Francis nodded his head. "A good name."
"It's my mother's family name. Americans won't care enough to search through 'Arthur Kirkland's' family history to find him. I can always pass myself off as a cousin too." He smirked. "I'm a free man and I can start over. With your help, of course."
"You have been gone for so long that no one will remember you. And I also run with a higher crowd these days." Francis glanced at Ivan before speaking to Arthur in French. "And what about him? Why is he here again? You never fully explained the situation to me."
"He saved me in the woods when I was shot." Arthur pointed to the spot on his temple where the hair barely grew back. "I was forced to live with him in the confinements of a cabin resembling that of a potter's house."
"You must have been dying while living there."
"I was! Francis, you cannot even fathom what it was like to live those mountains. There were bears and wolves, crazy people and Indians. And Ivan always smelt of gun smoke and rotting animal flesh. It took quite a while to get used to. I'm relieved to be back here in the city. We have a deal, him and I. I let him show me the 'beauties' of his world in exchange for him seeing mine. So now it is his turn to explore the city, which is my world. In the end we will decide which 'home' is better and live there."
Francis' brows lifted. "You mean to say that living in the woods may be an option for you?"
Arthur snorted. "Of course not! I wouldn't be caught dead getting a train back for Montana, or any mountain world for that matter! I'm staying here in the city, no matter what Ivan says." He gave a smug smile. "Ivan is infatuated with me, Francis. He'll stay with me even if his heart remains in the forest."
"Are you certain of that?"
"I am. I know I've won."
Francis looked at Ivan's forlorn face. "I can sense his sadness, Arthur. You are being very cold to him. He did take care of you in a time of need. Be kind to him."
Arthur narrowed his gaze at Francis. "I know what I'm doing, and I know how to handle the big oaf. So keep your opinions to yourself." Francis held up his hands, signaling that he will speak no more of it. "Now then, upon the morrow we shall have Ivan fitted for a new suit or two!"
"Splendid!" Francis clapped his gloved hands together. "I know of a wonderful tailor who can do magic with just about anyone!"
Arthur snapped his fingers in Ivan's direction to get his attention. "Hear that, Ivan? You'll be wearing a suit soon! How handsome you'll be!"
Francis nodded. "All the ladies will be hanging off your arms!"
Ivan smiled sweetly at the pair, trying to hide his real emotions. "I can't wait to see myself looking like a proper gentleman."
Arthur's chest swelled with pride as he looked at Francis, who rolled his eyes.
"Would you both like to attend a small party with me tomorrow evening?" Francis offered.
"We'd be delighted! Wouldn't we, Ivan?"
Ivan nodded. "I'm excited to go to a real party!"
"You'll enjoy it, I promise you." Arthur winked at him. 'Everything is going according to plan! I get the life I want plus I gain a lover who will bend to my will. Sometimes I amaze myself.'
/
The guest room was small but humble and comfortable. Francis had it set up for a lady due to the style of white frills and pretty little things all around. Arthur had just returned from a hot bath and sat at the 'lady' vanity, brushing his damp hair while humming a tune. Ivan was with him, but he caught the man's reflection in the mirror as he stared out the window. Arthur frowned heavily for Ivan had said very little upon their arrival. Ivan had requested a sponge bath that he performed himself, ate very little at dinner, and chose to remain soft-spoken for the evening. It was becoming very annoying. Arthur put the brush down, dabbed a bit of perfume behind his ears, and got up to join Ivan at the window. He placed his hands on Ivan's bare shoulders.
"It's a hard adjustment for you." He spoke softly. "You are doing very well."
"I'm making the most of it." Ivan replied. "I'm happy to be here with you." He turned around to face Arthur with a smile. "You love the city so much! I've seen you come alive the moment you stepped off that train."
"But are you happy?" Arthur asked him.
"I'm happy that you're happy, Arthur."
'Good. I need him to think that way even if he is full of it.' "I'm glad you're here with me too, Ivan." He ran his fingers through Ivan's hair. "You're a little tense. Why don't you relax?" Arthur purred and let his hands travel to the lounge pants.
Ivan stopped him. "I'm really tired from the journey, Arthur."
Arthur's heavy brows went up. "You're tired? From a train ride? Ivan, you march through knee-deep snow for miles! A train ride can't render you tired!" Arthur tugged at the string of the pants. "You're talking silly."
Ivan moved the hands away. "Arthur, I said I am tired. Please, allow me to rest? I'm not used to trains."
Arthur glared at him. He knew what Ivan's problem was; the man was depressed without some trees around. Easily rendered, though. Soon he would take Ivan to the park when he can get his smell of trees and grass. "Alright. Come to bed whenever you're ready. We have a big day tomorrow."
"Goodnight Arthur."
"Goodnight Ivan. Oh, tuck me in please and pour a cup of water for my bedside?"
"Of course." Ivan, like a dutiful manservant, helped Arthur into bed and covered him. He fluffed the pillows and drew the bed curtains around the resting blonde. There was a tray consisting of a teacup, teapot, a glass, and a small pitcher of water. Ivan poured a glass and brought it over, placing it on the bedside end table. "Is there anything else?"
"Yes. Dim the lanterns for me?" Ivan did so. "Don't stay up too late."
"I won't. Rest well, Arthur."
Ivan went back to the window, pulling up the spare chair this time to look out at the stars. There were hardly any stars in the sky due to all the lights of the city. He couldn't even see the stars here. In the spring and summer in Montana he could see millions of stars. He would climb up to his rooftop and lay for hours just gazing up at the night sky while the moon shone down upon him. The wolves would howl in the distance, a sound he already missed terribly. This world wasn't beautiful at all. Now he understood what Arthur saw in his world and recognized the feeling. But he made a promise to Arthur. Arthur had kept his end of the bargain, so in return he must keep his. Ivan glanced back at Arthur asleep on the bed. The blonde was still beautiful despite his vicious streak. Ivan walked over to the bed, staring at the Englishman through the curtains. Slowly he paced along the length of the bed, admiring Arthur through the sheer wall of curtains. The blonde hair lay beautifully against the white pillow. Even Arthur's face was content as he slumbered. Arthur was truly happy right now, Ivan could tell just by his sleeping face. It wasn't troubled. Arthur was happy here.
How could he ever leave this sleeping beauty? Leaving Arthur behind to go back to a lonely cabin upset him, but the idea of living his life in the city was equally as bad. He would have to make a choice between his love for Arthur or his love for the mountains. Best to try not to think about it until he has been here for a while. So Ivan got into bed beside Arthur, admiring the soft feel of the mattress. He listened to the night, but all he heard were carriages. No animals. No wolves to lull him to sleep. No crickets or peepers. With a sigh, Ivan turned over, giving his back to Arthur. He hadn't shed a tear since his sisters had left him, but on this night, he let a few drip onto his pillow.
/
"You look stunning!" Arthur said as he fixed the collar of Ivan's new suit. "Like a real gentleman! What do you think?"
Ivan looked at his reflection in the mirror, finding his black suit to be tight, heavy, and itchy. It was constricting too. How would he lift a shotgun or wield an axe? He could barely lift his arms! Still, he wanted to keep Arthur happy. "I look like a new man!"
"You do! A very handsome one." He whispered the last part. "Now, for the finishing touch!" Arthur placed a top hat atop Ivan's head.
"Very nice!" Francis clapped from his spot on the couch. "I told you this place was wonderful!"
"Indeed!" Arthur snapped his fingers to signal for the tailor.
"Yes sir?" Asked the male tailor.
"We would like to purchase this suit."
"Of course! Will you be wanting anything else?"
"Yes." Arthur took out his coin purse, full of Ivan's money. "My friend needs a handkerchief, a pair of gloves, shoe polish, and a simple cufflink."
The tailor smiled. "Very good, sir! Very good! Wait a moment while I receive the items."
Arthur tugged gently on Ivan's sleeve. "I'm going to step out and use the water closet. I'll be back in a moment."
Ivan smiled. "Okay, Arthur." He looked at his reflection once again, and then noticed Francis' own in the mirror looking worried. "Francis? Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing is wrong. I do have one concern." He stood up and went to Ivan, who was still standing on the tailor stool. "Are you really happy here?"
Ivan smiled sadly. "I'm happy wherever Arthur is happy."
"That's very sweet, Ivan." Francis twiddled with one of Ivan's buttons. "But you don't have to hide it from me. I know how upset you are, having to live here for a couple of months. It is a very big adjustment. And Arthur is not the easiest person to live with."
"I know, but I still love Arthur. I love him a lot."
Francis smiled at him. "Just make sure that Arthur always knows how you feel. Tonight at the party he will be mingling with many people. I have a job set up for him with a friend of mine who is in the coal industry. It's for a manager's position."
Ivan removed the hat from his head. "Arthur would love a manager's job. He'd be wonderful at it. But what am I to do while Arthur is at work?"
Francis pat him on the back. "I'll find something for you to do that requires your skills, don't worry. Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Ivan's chest was hurting a bit, but he dismissed it as nothing. "I've never been to a party before."
"Both Arthur and I will be there so you have nothing to fear. I promise you."
Ivan looked at himself in the mirror again. What a change from leather and furs. "I believe you. Um…will Arthur ask me to dance? I don't know how to dance."
The Frenchman chuckled. "Oh Ivan, you have much to learn! Men can't dance together in public. It's shameful."
"Oh." Ivan looked surprised.
"People will not approve of two men being together, so do not show any public affection for Arthur. It will not end well. Keep all romantic feelings behind closed doors."
Ivan's shoulders slumped. "Okay. I will be just a friend and nothing else when in public." 'I want to go home.'
/
The three arrived at the party just as it was starting. Arthur was in heaven. High ceilings, rich carpets, beautiful paintings, delightful furniture, and lots of wine. Even the food was prepared just right! He noticed how nervous Ivan looked, so he assured him that there was nothing to be worried about. All the Russian had to do was stand by his side for the evening. With each tray of food that came by, Arthur offered Ivan to try some. Each time Ivan politely declined the food. Arthur dismissed it, figuring it was just anxiety on Ivan's part. Francis was introducing them to everyone, but it was Ivan whom the folks were interested in. Currently they were speaking to one couple that owned a chain of markets.
"So Ivan, you are from the mountains out west?" Asked the middle aged woman whose name was Marie.
"I am, Miss Marie."
"And just what do you do there?"
"I live life from day to day. I hunt my own food and make my own clothes."
The man, named Calvin and Marie's husband, looked amused as he sipped from his champagne flute. "A true country boy! Isn't it amazing how anyone put in a suit can look like a proper gentleman?"
Arthur spoke next. "Ivan is a little rough around the edges, but I'm slowly soothing him out."
"Oh, indeed!" Gasped Marie. "Surely you would not want to go back to the woods after being here!"
"Quite right, my dear." Said Calvin. "Once the west becomes more like our grand city I will travel there. Tell me, Ivan, are there many bears where you live?"
"Many." Ivan said calmly. "I fight bears. I wrestle them."
Marie laughed. "Wrestle? Oh my! We have a regular Davy Crockett here!"
"Indeed, my dear! Charming boy you are." Calvin pat Ivan's chubby cheek. "Welcome to New York City, my boy! This is where the true culture of America lies."
Ivan nodded, forcing a smile. "I am honored to be in the city."
"And it must be nice to be away from those savages!" Gasped Marie. "Running around like animals with painted skin! The very thought!"
"Try not to think of it, my dear. They are far away from us."
'Uh oh.' Arthur glanced at Ivan, fearful of what he might say.
"Yes, I do feel much safer here." Ivan replied. "I never really had a problem with the Indians who lived near me, but I am glad to be away from them should something ever happen."
"Quite right!" Calvin gave him a toast. "Do speak with us again, Mr. Ivan! Now, if you'll excuse us, my lady and I have a dance!"
Ivan watched them dance off to the waltz with a frown. 'Lies work well here. People like to hear lies.'
"Ivan, you did a great job! I thought you were going to grow angry with them for mentioning the Indians."
Ivan pat the top of Arthur's hand. "I don't want to make you embarrassed, Arthur. I can pretend for you."
'Pretend?' Arthur wanted to tell him to just be himself, but that wouldn't end well in this society. It was better for Ivan to lie. "Well, how about a drink?"
"I'm fine."
"Well then get me one."
"Okay." Ivan left Arthur's side to head to the tables of food. He asked the man serving to pour a glass of red wine for him. Yet while he was waiting, a young man with the same built and height of Arthur came up beside him.
"Good evening to you, sir. Your name is-?"
"My name is Ivan. Hello."
"Ivan? A strange name for this area. I hear talk that you are from the west. Montana?" Ivan nodded. "Then you must have seen some beautiful things while living there?"
"Yes. The countryside is beautiful."
"I should like to see it one day. My name is Marcus. Marcus Albus Hollingsworth the third." He took a grape from the fruit tray.
"That is a very long name." Ivan took the wine glass. "I hope you do get to see the countryside out west someday. It's a beautiful place."
"Hmm." He gave Ivan a look up and down. "How is life living in the wilderness? I heard word that you fight bears? It shows."
"Well, I wrestle bears if they are a threat to me. I hunt for my own food, cut my own wood, make my own clothes-"
"How about wolves? Are there many wolves out there?"
"Plenty. They howl beautifully all year long."
"Why don't we go and have a seat in the parlor for a bit? I would love to hear more stories about your home."
Ivan's eyes lit up. He was eager to speak of his home in the mountains.
Arthur was mingling with two women when he caught sight of Ivan speaking with a young man. Francis had given him a rundown of all the important people to know at this party, but he was curious to know who that man was. "Excuse me, ladies, but who is that gentleman over there with my friend?"
The red head giggled. "That man is Marcus Hollingsworth. We pay him no mind. There is rumor about him caring nothing for women."
Arthur's eyes widened.
"Yes," added the brunette with curls. "He rather delight in the company of men than women. Shameful." She hid her face behind her fan. "But he is so rich that no one believes it. Money talks."
Arthur narrowed his eyes at how the young man Marcus was feeling up Ivan's arms, probably feeling muscle. "Indeed it does."
The red head covered her mouth politely. "Oh my, he has taken an interest in your wild bear man!"
"Your friend sure is a big man!"
"Is he single?" Asked the red head. "I wouldn't mind seeing what sort of 'big gun' he has!"
"Susan! Shame on you!" Laughed the other lady.
'Hands off the mountain man!' Arthur said to himself. "Excuse me, ladies, I must rescue my friend." He quickly moved through the crowd to interrupt the two just before Marcus could pull Ivan away. "Ivan!"
Ivan stopped when he heard Arthur call his name. "Hello Arthur."
Marcus gave Arthur a slightly annoyed look. "Hello there. And you are-?"
Arthur smiled politely at him. "Arthur Williams. This fellow here is my friend from the west."
"Is he really?" Marcus looked up at Ivan.
"It's okay, Arthur." Ivan smiled at him. "Marcus is curious to hear about my home in Montana. We are going to the parlor, would you like to come?"
"Let your friend stay out here and mingle." Marcus offered, looking Arthur up and down with a slight sneer. "He can delight others with his English accent."
Arthur sneered back with the hint of a smile. "I've seen his home first hand. Any time you wish to hear about his land I can tell you as well. Let us not tire my friend out while the party has only just begun." He took his wine glass.
Marcus smirked. "Well then, perhaps another time? Mr. Ivan, would you like to stop by my house one evening? I would still love to hear about your adventures BEFORE you met Mr. Williams?"
Ivan smiled happily. "Yes, of course!"
"Splendid! Here is my business card," He pulled one out from his coat pocket. "Stop by in the late evenings when I am home." Marcus faked a smile in Arthur's direction. "Pleasure meeting you."
"Likewise." Arthur knew Marcus could tell that he was with Ivan. Men of their sexual orientation could sense one another and seek out others like them. That man was someone to watch out for while they were in the city, and Ivan was too blind to see it. "Ivan," he pulled him down by the collar to hiss in his ear. "That man was courting you!"
"Courting?" Ivan whispered back.
"If you went to the parlor with him he'd be letting you fuck him. He wants you."
"Wants me? In that way?"
"Yes! Many people here are looking at you because of your unique background! Say no to them. You are my mountain man, got that? Mine. No one else's. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." Ivan found himself smiling for real this time. Arthur cared enough about him to defend their relationship.
"Good. Now go mingle but watch whom you speak to. I need to meet with that coal owner."
"Good luck, Arthur."
"Stay out of trouble." And with that he was off.
Ivan sighed a bit and went up the grand staircase to exit out onto the balcony. It felt good to get some air for it was hot and stuffy in that ballroom. He rubbed his chest and wiped away the bit of sweat on his brow. He didn't feel too good, but knew it was the environment of the party. Still, he chose to remain out here where the air was not fresh but better than the inside. He lifted his arm to cough into his elbow. 'City air.'
End Chapter 9 TBC
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