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Goodnight Noises Everywhere	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
***Warnings: Language, non-con, angst
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
'There's a hole in the world like great black pit
And filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.'- Sweeny Todd
Chapter 9
"Alright Cliff, spill it." Gilbert crossed his arms and looked at the man suspiciously. "You didn't buy me that medicine out of the goodness of your heart."
"What makes you think so ill of me, Gilbert?" He mock pouted.
"Because of how you treat all these people at your circus. You're not one to give without expecting something in return."
Clifford looked annoyingly amused. "I can always just take the bottle back?"
"No, let me hear what you have to say first."
"Very well then. You recall my previous offer of pleasuring men for a little extra money, yes?"
"I recall it. Doesn't mean I like it. I'm already doing that with Ivan, so why prostitute myself more?"
"Ah, but there is more to this than you think. I have quite a few rich men who pay me quite handsomely for some of my more 'unique' creatures of the night." He wiggled his brows. "I can charge double the price for you."
Gilbert looked away from him. "So it's not fuck regular men anymore it's whore myself to rich men?"
"Basically. That's more money in your pocket. Take some time to think about it. Rest up for now. I'll come by later this evening for your answer." As Clifford was leaving Ivan was entering. "I trust the doctor found his way out?"
Ivan nodded. "He did. Thank you sir." He waited for Clifford to leave before closing the door and locking it. "Gilbert, I need to speak with you." He whispered.
Gilbert smiled at his lover. "Lay in bed with me if you don't mind? I'm very cold."
"Of course." Ivan removed his shoes and coat. "I have some good news and some not-so-good news." He pulled the albino close to him as they snuggled in bed.
"Tell me the good news first."
"Well, the good news is I may have found a way for us to get out of here." Gilbert's eyes widened. "I heard from the circus clown that people who have the cough should go out to the country where the air is clean. It helps prolong their life."
"That's…that's unbelievable!"
Ivan frowned sadly. "It's not that easy though. The train tickets are very expensive. I went and checked the prices. The man there even said we probably wouldn't be allowed on because we're not 'rich'. So that's the bad news, Gilbie. We can't save up for the train tickets and keep you healthy at the same time." Before Gilbert could speak, Ivan shushed him with a finger to his lips. "One more thing. This may be able to help us but I need your consent. The doctor, Dr. Byron, said that he will not charge for his services if you will let him examine your albino features for medical science. I really, really hope you will take him up on that generous offer. I know how you feel about being examined but-"
"I'll do it." Gilbert answered quickly.
"You will?" Ivan narrowed his eyes. "Wait, why are you smiling? You look like the cat that swallowed the canary."
Gilbert was indeed smiling; in fact, he was grinning from ear to ear. Clifford's words were repeating in his head, the ones pertaining to those 'rich men'. "Those tickets won't be too expensive, Ivan."
"I don't understand what you mean?"
"It's easy!" Gilbert couldn't stop himself from grinning. "Clifford said that he whores out his more unique creatures of the night to rich men, who pay a lot of money for the privilege. He wants me to do it."
Ivan took Gilbert's hand in his own. "I don't want you sleeping with other men, Gilbie." It was true; he really did not want him sleeping around. Not only did he care for Gilbert but he was also aware of all the diseases that came with prostitution. His 'fake disease' was number one. Gilbert had enough health issues to worry about that did not have to include sexual ones.
Gilbert smiled hopefully and squeezed Ivan's hand. "I know, but hear me out. You said going to the country would help me, right? Leaving the city will help you as well! You'll be free! We need a lot of money to buy those tickets, right?" He grinned. "Well, if I can coax those old rich geezers to cough up more money for me, then we can double our pay and save up quicker to buy those tickets!"
"But why should our freedom have to come at your expense? Surely there is a better way?"
Pink lips curled. "Ivan, remember our biggest issue is money. We need money if we are to get away from here." He whispered. "Tomorrow night you are fucking me in front of paying customers. If I choose to go with the rich men, we won't have to have sex in public like that. I can be with just one man, in private."
Ivan frowned sadly. "I don't like this idea of yours at all, Gilbie."
"What other choice do we have? And really…it's my life and my decision. Let me be the one to choose what to do with me."
He sighed. "Alright. But please, just think it over more first before you make the decision."
"I will." Gilbert smiled sweetly. "Hey Ivan? Do you think you could…" he blushed a bit. "This will sound really stupid…but do you think you could…sing me to sleep?"
"Sing?"
Gilbert nodded. "I used to fall asleep to Fritz's flute. It's been a little difficult for me to play it right recently…and I miss the sound of comforting music."
Ivan snuggled the albino against him, slowly caressing his side as he began to sing a soft, sweet tune. His mother would sing this to him sometimes when he was feeling sad, so he hoped, in some way it will help to ease Gilbert's suffering. Ivan had forgotten about the flute and how important it was to Gilbert for what it represented. Not being able to play because of his disease must be tearing Gilbert up inside. So much was happening at once, and Ivan thought that maybe he needed the bit of gentle comfort too. Ivan lulled Gilbert to sleep and didn't stop until he heard the light snores coming from the other. It was important for Gilbert to rest, so Ivan chose to stay with him and catch a little catnap himself.
'Ivan!' He heard his mother's voice. 'Ivan, little lamb, where are you?'
'I'm over here, mama!' Ivan called from the kale field behind the manor. He held a fistful of wildflowers, which he intended to give to his mother. Young Ivan quickly stood up, dusted his knees, and hurried after the sound of his mother's voice.
'Ivan! My sweet little lamb, there you are! Must you wander so far away all the time?'
'I'm sorry, mama. But look! I picked these for you!'
'Oh Ivan, they're beautiful! Mama will go put them in a vase right now!'
'Okay mama!' He watched his mother's brown work dress blow in the breeze as she walked away from him. He frowned when he saw the automobile coming. 'Mama! Mama wait! Wait! MAMA!'
But the image of his mother was gone, leaving only the sound of her scream and the rattling of the automobile. Ivan, now fully grown, stood in front of what was his old home at the Duke's manor. He wanted so desperately to be home, to let things be the way they once were. When he opened the door, he realized that it was not his house. Neither his father nor mother was in the house. There was only one person in the house, and that person was Gilbert. The albino stood at the table in the center of the room, rolling out some dough. Beside him on the table was a sack of flour and a pitcher.
'Gilbert?'
'Hi Ivan! Welcome home! I got a late start to making the bread, sorry about that.'
'That's fine.' Where were they? What was this place? 'Gilbert? Where are we? Is this our house?'
Gilbert lifted his head to answer, but all that came out was violent cough. Ivan watched in stunned horror, as Gilbert's coughs grew worse, spitting up blood in larger amounts. The dark red blood pooled down his chin and dripped on the dough. The white front of his shirt was red with the blood but the coughing wouldn't cease. Ivan was powerless to do anything. He cried out Gilbert's name yet the man could not answer. From Gilbert's mouth came the steady flow of a tune from a flute. Ivan reached for him, cried out again, but there was only the response of a flute. Gilbert's pink eyes stared at him in fear. He reached out for Ivan in one last plea for help before his legs gave out from under him. Ivan's eyes followed the body to the floor; still standing in stunned silence while Gilbert lay choking on his own blood. With one last spit up of bloody froth; Gilbert's body lay still on the wooden floor.
He jerked awake. Still lying on the bed, Ivan felt another form beside him. It was Gilbert, of course. Ivan could feel the other breathing steadily, assuring him that the albino was alive. He let out a sigh of relief; glad to know that it was only a dream, which will eventually become a reality. He often dreamt about his mother's death, but this was the first time he envisioned Gilbert's and it frightened him. Gently, he shook Gilbert awake just to hear the sound of the man's voice. His lover snorted awake, mumbling some words and blinking the sleep out of pink eyes. "Gilbie?"
"Huh? Wha? What is it? Why'd you wake me up?"
Ivan smiled. "I just needed to hear your voice, that's all."
Gilbert blinked one squinted eye while the other remained closed. "You woke me up for that?" Annoyed, Gilbert flipped himself over onto his belly and pulled the covers up around him. "Don't do it again. Go back to sleep." He muttered through the pillow. He felt Ivan rolling in to him and Gilbert tried to nudge him away, yet Ivan persisted. Gilbert grumbled as he gave in to Ivan's cuddling, which quickly turned to something more. Sleepy white brows furrowed when Ivan's weight lay along the length of his back. "What're you doin'?" He mumbled. "Fuckin' heavy!"
"I dreamt I lost you." Ivan whispered to him.
Gilbert turned his head to speak. "Well I'm here now. Let me sleep." He peeked open one eye when he felt something hard poking the back of his thighs. "Now?"
Ivan didn't understand it either, all he knew was Gilbert is alive and with him. Why that decided to make him hard he didn't have an answer. Perhaps it was the idea of Gilbert being pimped out to other men? He shouldn't be thinking so jealously when he did not actually love Gilbert. He couldn't love him, not if he was going to lose him. Caring for him as a companion and friend was the safest relationship. Thinking about the sight of Gilbert in his dream made his erection shrink. He let out a small sigh.
"Wha- happen?" Gilbert mumbled, half asleep.
"I'm sorry." He said and rolled off of the other. "Go back to sleep. I'll be getting up."
"Why? Stay."
Ivan got out of bed and dressed. "I'm really no longer tired. I just want to clear my head. Your job is to rest now, so don't worry about me. I'll be back in later." His answer came in a grunt and a mumble.
/
Ivan found himself at the train station, which was completely empty at this time of night. The iron fence was high and curved at the top with its gates chained together. Ivan leaned against the bars, staring at the empty tracks that is their only chance at freedom. Their freedom was right here beyond these bars. He reached his hand through, and if he closed one eye, it was almost in reach. They could not board these trains because they were not of high society status. Although he hated it, Gilbert made a valid point in pretending to befriend the rich men who would be sleeping with him. The rich men can pay more, much more. Maybe Gilbert could steal some of their clothes when with them, or ask for clothing as gifts. Back in his opium days, Ivan could remember some of the women having frequented men who offered them more than just money for their company. If Gilbert could learn to seduce and befriend the rich men who frequent him, then maybe they stood a chance at escaping!
Once again, their freedom came at the expense of Gilbert. It was just something he had to accept, and another reason to keep himself from loving Gilbert.
/
When Gilbert woke up he realized that Ivan was nowhere to be found. He was uncertain of the time and how long he slept. That medicine sure was strong! Gilbert rubbed at his chest as he swung his legs over the bed, planting his feet on the cold floor. His toes curled at the chill. What he needed was a good pair of slippers or socks. Soon, Gilbert thought, he would have everything he needed. Though his head was a bit foggy, Gilbert could remember his full conversation with Ivan about escaping to the country. What a wonderful idea! It was the best idea they've had so far! It gave him new hope. He and Ivan would escape to the country, find work on a farm, and live happily together off the fat of the land! That's how it would be, until his lungs betray him. Although, Gilbert had to admit to himself that he was getting accustomed to the idea of dying. Before it had bothered him every minute of the day, but now it was just a part of his daily life. There was no escaping it. All he could do was, like the doctor said, is treat the symptoms. A prolonged life was better than a short life!
'Fritz, what would you say if you saw me now?' Gilbert looked upwards as he spoke silently. 'I'm sorry I haven't been playing your flute…but I think you understand the reason why.' He looked to his coat hanging on the back of the door. Inside the coat pocket was Fritz's flute. His flute. Determined to give it one more try, Gilbert retrieved the flute and took a seat back on the bed. Gently he glided his fingers along its length, circling each little hole tenderly. It was worth another try now that he had medicine to help him.
Putting the flute to his lips, he closed his eyes and blew. Out came a note. And then another, and another! Soon he was playing a full song and melody. Gilbert's heart sang right along with the notes of the flute. Oh how splendid it was to play again! He made it through two whole songs before the burn his chest returned. Quickly he ceased playing, dropped the flute to the bed, and took his medicine. What nasty tasting stuff! But it helped! Things were starting to look up once again! This medicine would help to fight back the infection until he could get to the country! He and Ivan had a fighting chance now, and it was all up to him.
"Nothing's gonna keep me down!" Gilbert said proudly, holding his flute up high. "Come hell or high water, I'm gonna live life to the fullest! Come on, world! Bring it on! I lasted this long on my own! Kesesesesesee! You laugh at me, but soon I'll be laughing at you! Just like this!" He gave a series of different pitched manic laughter. He didn't know what came over him. Perhaps it was the magic of Fredrick's spirit in the flute giving him strength. Or maybe he was relieved that he has finally come to terms with his disease. It could simply be the medicine. Whatever the reason, he felt like going back out into the world and showing it just how awesome he was!
His stomach rumbled madly. First he would catch a bite to eat, and then spread his awesomeness around the world.
Gilbert merrily dined on beef stew, dipping the bread in the broth and licking the bowl. It was delicious. The sun was nearly ready to rise and Hefty Helga was not up yet to start breakfast, so Gilbert helped himself to last night's leftovers. For a split second he would think all this was worth it just for the food. Patting his belly and giving a loud burp, Gilbert took to the circus grounds to walk off the feeling of being overstuffed. The sun was just beginning to light up the area and Gilbert still had not seen any sign of Ivan. He wondered where the man could be?
While on his stroll he passed by the other circus 'freaks', such as the 'bearded lady' and 'lizard man'. He didn't want to get too close to people while he was here in fear of gaining extra baggage. Gilbert knew it was best to just stick with Ivan and no one else. The less people knew about them the better off they'd be. But while on his walk he saw a pair of policemen strolling through the grounds as well. Holding his breath, Gilbert ducked behind a tree to avoid catching their sight. The policemen looked familiar to him, but then again they all did. The police liked to abuse him and he hadn't met one who didn't want to just for the joy of it. He waited until they were out of range before darting from the tree and continuing on his way. And just where was Ivan? Was he all right? Did something happen to him?
"Gilbert, my boy!" Came Clifford's voice from somewhere behind.
Gilbert rolled his eyes and hissed through his teeth before forcing a smile on his face. "Hey boss!"
"Beautiful morning, isn't it?" Clifford held out his arms as if to welcome in the new day. "Looks like we'll be set for a pretty clear and mild night!"
"Oh? Are we putting on a show tonight?"
"Indeed we are! Surely you haven't forgotten that this evening is our 'men only' performance?"
Gilbert's forced smile lowered in to a frown. "So soon?"
"Why not?"
"I don't know. It's just…so soon."
Clifford smiled. "You'll be doing it with the man you love." He sighed dreamily. "Shouldn't that be enough to please you?"
"Boss, maybe you aren't familiar with love, but when you are in love, you want it to be something special you both share. Making love shouldn't be put on for show. It's something private for just two lovers." He let out a breathless chuckle. "But you wouldn't understand that, would you? I'm wasting my breath."
Clifford's features changed. "Oh yes, I can relate to your words, Gilbert." He said seriously. "Not that it is any of your business, but I too have known love in my younger years. I know the importance of what two lovers can have that is secretly just for them."
Gilbert was surprised to hear those words. "Then why do you make me and Ivan do this?"
"Because Ivan doesn't really love you."
Gilbert felt his heart freeze and then crumble in to a million pieces. "You're lying."
Clifford shrugged his shoulders. "It takes someone who has been in love before to recognize the spark in others." He gave Gilbert a sad smile. "Little lost soul, Ivan does not love you. He cares for you, but he does not love you. I don't see that look in his eyes. He doesn't worship the ground you walk on. He doesn't hang on your every word. He isn't even here now; he's off somewhere else. Ivan knows that you are ill and likely to die in the months to come yet he isn't here by your side. Shouldn't a man who 'loves you' want to be with you every waking moment before you're gone from this earth?"
Gilbert was silent.
"My sweet Allison suffered from some rare, unknown disease. The doctors had no cure for it, and the priests had no prayers to soothe it. I could only watch her slowly die." He tapped the tip of his cane against Gilbert's chest. "That's how I know he doesn't love you. Perhaps it is too early in your relationship yet to establish actual love, but heed an old man's warning, little lost soul. When you watch the person you love more than life itself slowly die, you wonder if there is any other hope in this life for you. Now my Allison was a jewel, a priceless gem, a flower growing in a bed of rotten earth. Ivan sees you as a flower, but you are wilting. Why pick a flower that is wilting? It will only die once you pick it."
Gilbert felt the emotions and tears welling up in him for Clifford's words struck a nerve, one he never thought he had. But no, it couldn't be true! Clifford was a con artist, a thief, and a pimp. How could he believe for a second that the rat of a man could have any real say in what was real or fake? Clifford always had some alterative motive, so Gilbert couldn't take to heart what the man said. Yet why was there a tiny part of him that was agreeing with what Clifford had said? Was it the 'wilting flower' bit?
"In the end, think whatever you like." Clifford said. "Just promise to take my advice in to consideration. Will you at least do that for me?"
"Leave me be." Gilbert spun on his heel and stormed away from the man.
Clifford just crossed his arms while holding his cane and shaking his head. "Young people these days, they think they know everything." He said to Pumpernickel the Clown who had just come up to join him.
"Cliff, just what are you expecting to come of this?" Asked Pumpernickel. "I heard what you said to him. We want them to enjoy each other's company and bring in more dough."
Clifford smiled. "Yes, you are correct. However, I'm simply giving them a nudge in the right direction. Now that I have planted the seed of doubt in Gilbert's mind that Ivan doesn't really love him, that albino will go to impossible lengths to earn that love. Tonight they fuck in front of an audience. I need Gilbert at his most lustrous and sultry self if I am to rake in the money."
The clown crossed his arms, tapping his foot. "And what makes you think Gilbert will strive to earn that love and not just wash his hands of Ivan?"
"No one else wants him. Gilbert knows his days are numbered and Ivan is the only true friend he has. I know how these things work out. I've done it before." He smirked.
"Policemen." Pumpernickel pointed out. "Heading this way."
Clifford flashed a bright smile. "Good day to you, sirs! How may I be of assistance to you?"
The first officer smirked, twirling his nightstick around his index finger. "We heard you have a curious little creature here at your circus."
"I have many a curious things here, good sirs. Which curious creature do you mean?"
/
'Ivan doesn't love me? That can't be! He wouldn't be doing all this for me if he didn't really love me!' He had to find Ivan and ask him where they stood as a couple. Somehow he couldn't fully doubt Clifford's words and that was what unnerved him. Gilbert stopped when he noticed a wilting violet along the path. He bent down and used his finger to hold the violet up straight, but once he let go it wilted again. Then, he pinched the stem with his fingers and picked it, only to see it wilt even further. 'Why pick a flower that is wilting?' Clifford's words echoed in his head, and the man was right. Ivan might not want to fall in love with him since he will be dying soon. That wouldn't be fair to Ivan either. Why should he have to suffer the loss of a loved one? Losing a friend is a little easier to take than watching your lover die. 'Is that why Ivan made love to me?' he looked up at the cloudy sky. 'Is he just trying to make me happy and comfortable until my final days?'
Standing up, Gilbert dropped the flower back to the grass. 'I was having such a good day too. I need to find Ivan! I need to speak with him. Where the hell could he be?'
"Gilbert!"
The albino hoped for a moment that it was Ivan calling his name, yet when he turned around it was to the sight of Clifford and two police officers. Gilbert looked at them, feeling himself swallow hard at the sight of the officers. Clifford did not appear happy at all, and Gilbert wondered if these officers were looking for Ivan. "Yeah?"
"You're presence is needed with this officer." He tilted his head towards the policeman.
"Presence? What for?"
The officer spoke in Clifford's place. "You may not remember me, but I sure as hell remember you! You're hard to forget!"
Come to think of it, the first officer did seem familiar to him. It took a moment for him to realize that this officer was the one he sucked off in the back ally. He shuddered, but said, "I can understand that. All officers look alike to me, so I'm sorry if I don't remember you."
"Gilbert," Clifford looked away from him. "This officer is asking for your pleasure company. Go with him. That tent is empty." He pointed to a small tent with his cane.
Gilbert was shocked at the request, and of course he declined it. "I'm not a prostitute! You can't ask this of me!"
"Policemen don't pay." Said the first officer with a smug expression. "It's noted in our contracts."
Gilbert looked to Clifford for support, but he could see that the circus leader had no control or say over what these officers requested. And it actually surprised him to see that Clifford was silently voicing his displeasure, assuring Gilbert that he did not approve of this. This was disgustingly unfair! "No! I have the human right to say no! I won't go with you!"
"Gilbert," Clifford warned. "The officer asked something of you so do it."
"Yeah," Snorted the second officer. "It's your civic duty!" The man laughed.
The first one pounded his nightstick in his palm. "Let's go, snowflake."
Gilbert took a step back with a glare. "I said 'no'!"
"You don't have a choice." The officer reached out and gripped Gilbert's arm. "In the tent. Let's go."
"NO! LET ME GO! CLIFFORD!"
Gilbert struggled to free his arm but the officer was much stronger, and healthier, than he was. His boss couldn't help him and Ivan was nowhere to be found, not that he could do anything either. The second policeman gripped his other arm to aid the first in dragging him to the tent. Gilbert planted his feet firmly, leaning back in hopes to slow the pulling. His shoes only scrapped along the ground as he was shoved into the tent. This tent was used for some prop storage and was mostly empty. Gilbert tried to make a break for the flap, but the second officer closed it tight, shutting out the remaining bit of light. He wouldn't have made it anyway for the officer's arms were locked around his waist to hold him still.
The officer tossed him to the ground and stood in the pathway of the tents' exit. Gilbert rolled onto his back but sat up quickly to push himself along the ground to get away. The officer followed. His only other option was to slip out under the tent walls but the officer got to him first. The man grabbed his ankles, yanked him back, and fell roughly on top of him. Gilbert flailed his arms and legs, trying to land a strike anywhere on the officer's body. The man was much bigger and stronger, which made Gilbert's defeat a quick one. There was no sense in fighting because he could not win. All he could do was lay there and give the officer his body, that's all the man wanted anyway. But to his right, Gilbert saw, once again, a wilting little wild flower. He stared at the tiny orange flower while his pants were removed along with his shoes. Even at the pain of forced entry and rough, rocking thrusts, Gilbert focused his mind and eyes on that little wilting flower. He kept his mouth closed, keeping his teeth clenched together so as to not let out a single peep of pain. The officer gave a choked wail as he reached his climax before collapsing on top of him. Gilbert closed his eyes then, trying so hard to ignore the disgusting smell of a sweaty woolen police suit and the foul breath of the man on top of him.
"Good boy." Breathed the officer with a chuckle as he removed his weight from Gilbert's body. "What are you staring at? That flower?" He lifted his boot and crushed the flower beneath the sole. "Now it's dirt, just like you." Gilbert gave him no response. "I'll be back another time, if you're still kicking, that is!"
With an echoing laugh the policeman left the tent and Gilbert was alone. Gilbert looked at the flower, now crushed and broken, just like him. He remained lying there while streams of tears poured down his cheeks and disappeared into the dirt. The tent flap opened.
"Gilbert?" It was Clifford. "Get some rest. You've got a long night ahead of you." And with that said, Clifford was gone.
Gilbert closed his eyes.
/
Ivan finally came back and went straight to Gilbert's wagon, only to find it locked. He gently called Gilbert's name but there never came an answer. Jiggling the handle and giving a firm knock, Ivan called his name again. Still no answer.
"He doesn't want to see you." Ivan turned to see Pumpernickel.
"Why not? Is he sick?"
Pumpernickel shrugged his shoulders. "It's not my place to tell you, but I would stay away from Gilbert until tonight."
"What's tonight?"
"Don't you remember? It's the public fucking show tonight. The priest fucking the demon, right?"
"Oh…that." Was that why Gilbert was upset? "Still, I need to see him." He knocked again. "Gilbert! Gilbie, let me in. I want to talk with you!" Pumpernickel had walked away just as Gilbert unlocked the door.
"Count to ten, and then come in." Gilbert said softly.
Confused, Ivan did as he was told, counting to ten and then entering. He found Gilbert on the bed, sitting up. Gilbert smiled at him yet something didn't seem quite right.
"Where've you been?" He asked.
"I was at the train station." Ivan answered. "I was studying it while trying to find ways to sneak in. How are you feeling? Are you alright?"
"I'm feeling fine! Why?"
"I don't know. You just seem so…distant and sad."
Gilbert sighed, choosing to keep his feelings hidden. "I'm just concerned about tonight, that's all. I'm worried about all those men watching us make love."
Ivan sat on the bed with him. "I know it'll be hard, but just try to ignore all of them and think only about us."
"Yeah…I'm going to do that, because there is just us, right?"
Ivan nodded, giving Gilbert's cheek a light stroke. "There is only us."
'I don't believe you.' Gilbert said to himself. 'But I'm going to pretend like I do.' He chose not to tell Ivan about the rape and the policeman but keep it a secret between himself and Clifford. Still, he cried. He cried into Ivan's chest.
Some things were better kept just like that, a secret.
End Chapter 9 TBC
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