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Snap Judgment	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
***Warnings: Language, minor yaoi, fluff, angst
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
Chapter 9
Gilbert held on to Ivan's hand as they walked out of the elevator towards Ivan's apartment door. The doorman gave them a little trouble about bringing Mandy into the building, but when Ivan flashed a legal paper in his face, the men let them in. It was late, so the landlord was not at his desk so Ivan left a note for them to call tomorrow so the situation could be explained. Gilbert didn't say much as they made their way to the door. Ivan unlocked the door and held it for Gilbert to enter with Mandy who was finally let off her leash.
"It's not as big of a place as you're used to, but it's still much bigger than an average apartment." Ivan smiled, locking the door behind them. "What do you think?"
Gilbert looked around, noticing the minimal furniture, framed photographs, and numerous artworks on the walls. The floors were all hard wood and the ceiling was fairly high. He looked at the winding steps that led to a balcony looking down into the living room. "It's very nerd friendly." Gilbert moved to look at a shelf, which was full of some old books, a couple nick-knacks, and a few other strange looking artifacts. 'I'm going to have LOADS of fun here.'
"I'm sure you want to shower and clean yourself. Let me show you the bathroom." He led Gilbert into the large bathroom and showed him how to work the shower knobs, where the towels were, and to call when he was done. "You must be hungry as well. What would you like? You're free to eat anything you want here."
Gilbert started to undress. "Maybe just something simple…and warm. Do you have oatmeal?"
Ivan smiled. "I do. Just regular flavor, though. Do you take it with a little cream and sugar mixed in?"
"Not normally, but that does sound nice. Yeah, I'll have that. And coffee, maybe?"
"Yes sir!" Ivan tried not to look at Gilbert's naked battered body. "Is there anything else you need? Anything more I can do to make you comfortable?"
He turned on the hot water. "Fresh clothes, and socks. I'm…actually very cold."
"They'll be big for you, but I have some. I'll have everything prepared for you." He watched as Gilbert stepped carefully into the shower and slid the glass door closed. "Would you like the futon upstairs or would you rather sleep in my bed?"
"Let Mandy have the futon. I'll…sleep with you."
Ivan's heard did a jump and a twirl in his chest, which had him beaming from ear to ear. "Of course. I'll have everything ready. Just take as much time as you need."
Gilbert heard the bathroom door close and slid the door opened a crack to make sure Ivan was gone. Now alone, he let the hot water bite at his skin, forcing him to grit his teeth and bear the pain as it hit all of the sore spots. He couldn't get the water hot enough. Even though he was away from his boss, Gilbert still did not feel entirely safe. What he feared most was ending up dead in a ditch somewhere from an assassin's bullet. Or else he would be targeted another way. He could be run down by a car, have a mishap of some kind, get his throat cut while shopping. A shiver racked his whole body. He hoped Callaghan wouldn't stoop to such drastic measures, but he wouldn't put it past the man. His boss had many anger issues, which were all taken out on him. Gilbert was too exhausted to stand on his wobbly legs so he carefully sat on the floor of the shower while the steaming water cascaded over his body. The hot water stung painfully at the partial bald spot atop his head where the strands had been pulled out. He remembered feeling each individual hair as it was torn from his scalp, and even cried a bit when the silver strands littered the bed. Callaghan had done that on purpose to hurt him emotionally, and it had worked.
Yet his scalp was not the worse of the pain. His backside throbbed and ached with every tiny movement but he was used to it. For some reason, this time around had been the worse and Gilbert feared reaching back there to clean it. Using the bathroom would be difficult for a time while the inner muscles healed, and even that made him nervous. 'You'll be safe now, Gilbert.'. He smiled slightly as he remembered Ivan's words. As long as he was away from his boss then his body could fully heal. Usually there was never enough time for his body to completely heal because his lover would already be pumping into him a day or so later. Then his thoughts traveled back to Ivan and he wondered what the Russian would be like during sex.
'He can't have much experience,' he said to himself. 'He's a lot bigger than Callaghan…in more ways than one. I bet his chubby and hairy under those clothes. Hairy like Francis, probably. But he'll want to have sex, no doubt. He's shown it a few times.' He slowly stood back up. 'He'll just have to wait for a while longer. I think if anyone else touches me until I'm ready…I'll crumble and break.'
After he had scrubbed himself raw and washed his hair, he found a pile of neatly folded clothes on the sink counter. Gently toweling himself off, Gilbert put on the big shirt and the gray baggy sweat pants. Never did he think he'd ever adorn a t-shirt that read 'MILKBALL'. All white shirt with black letters and nothing else. He had to roll up the bottoms of the sweat pants so they were the right length, and then pulled on the socks. Basic white ankle socks, nothing special. Gilbert looked at himself in the mirror, but no longer was he concerned with the clothes. He touched his face where the bruises were, as well as his swollen lip. His left eye was slightly swollen shut, but the swelling there appeared to be going down. "I look like a lab rat that was just batted around by a cat." Which, in fact, was not actually far from the truth.
"Gilbert?" He heard Ivan calling. "Your oatmeal is ready."
"Coming." Mandy happily greeted him when he exited the bathroom. They would have to get some dog food for her tomorrow. He just followed the smell of the warm oatmeal to the kitchen, which was completely spotless and just the right size for two people. "Hey."
"Hey." Ivan smiled and placed the coffee cup next to a bowl of oatmeal. "Please, sit and eat. I gave Mandy some bread in warm milk with a bit of sugar. She's my new best friend now." He laughed.
Gilbert slowly sat down, trying to hide his pain. "I'll bet. Mmm…this smells good."
Ivan sat down with him and sipped the coffee. "Eat as much as you like."
The albino blew on the oatmeal before sticking the spoon in his mouth. He didn't want to tell Ivan that his teeth hurt too much from the beating to actually chew, so oatmeal was just perfect. There was even the right amount of cream and sugar. He paused to sip the coffee, loving the feel of the warm liquid in his belly. "Mmmm…this hit the spot."
"I'm glad you like it. Aside from music and photography I do like to cook."
"Yeah, I figured." He sighed then. "Sorry, I poked fun at your chubbiness again."
Ivan took another sip. "It's alright. You make fun of me because you feel bad about yourself. Just keep doing it if it makes you feel better because I don't mind. Not anymore."
"I'll try not to crack jokes on you…because you saved me." He looked at Ivan and said, in a serious tone, "I'm not out of the dark yet."
The Russian nodded. "I know. We still have a long way to go but this is the first step in the right direction."
Gilbert ate another spoonful. "Why did I have to leave everything behind? I could have brought some extra clothes and Mandy's things."
"No, that wouldn't have worked out." Ivan said while shaking his head. "You have nothing to your name, Gilbert. Everything you 'own' was bought and paid for by him. Everything is under his name and the money is in his account. If you took anything from there tonight, he could sue you for stealing from him. I have some spare cash saved up that we can use to buy you some clothes and shoes."
"But I wore the coat and my previous clothes out tonight?"
"That's only one thing, and if we need to, we'll simply mail them to him. We can always use the defense that you had to run away to save yourself. Taking stuff also looks suspicious on your end."
Gilbert sighed. "I just know this is all going to end badly."
"What makes you say that?"
"We're working against a millionaire who owns a company. I know he can be dangerous…just look at what he's done to me."
'Just realizing this NOW, Gilbert?' Ivan said to himself, and Gilbert's words actually made him angry enough to slap the other. But he had to remain calm. Watching the beaten man eat the oatmeal, Ivan started to wonder why Gilbert was so calm about all that was happening. Unless this was the calm before the storm and the man would eventually have a mental breakdown. Ivan would have to be prepared for that, and maybe even do a little research beforehand so he can properly handle Gilbert.
"I can't talk about this anymore. I'm in pain and I just want to go to bed. Do you have anything for pain? Motrin? Aleve?"
Ivan got up and went to one of the smaller corner cabinets to look. "Ah, I have some Motrin. That should help you with some of the pain. Tomorrow we'll go and see my general practitioner first thing. I'll call early and make an appointment."
"Sure. But I need something to go to sleep. Have any sleeping pills?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't. You'll be able to get to sleep though. It's been a very crazy day."
Gilbert finished the bowl. "No, you don't understand. I really, really can't fall asleep unless I have something to help me. I'm…too hyped up from what happened today despite the fucking pain my body is in. I'm even afraid to go to sleep! Isn't there a twenty-four hour pharmacy you can go to?"
Ivan went to the fridge and took out some milk. "Not around here. However, I do plan to break you of medication, Gilbert. Let's try some nice warm milk with a bit of sugar. Then we'll get you all tucked in and I'll play you songs on the cello until you fall asleep." He poured the milk into a mug and added a little bit of sugar then popped it in the microwave. It was too late at night to heat it up on the stove.
"I doubt that'll work." He downed the coffee. "But I'm willing to try."
When the milk was warmed up, Ivan helped Gilbert to his bed where he propped the other up on the pillows and tucked him in. The mug was hot so Ivan had a dishcloth wrapped around it before he gave it to Gilbert. Mandy followed them in and settled at the foot of the bed, but on the floor. Ivan refused to let her shed in his bed. He then went and retrieved his cello case, taking out the large instrument. Seating himself in a chair near the bed, he positioned it properly. He told Gilbert to dim the bedside lamp, which gave the room a soft hue. Ivan smiled at him. "Any requests?"
"Yeah. How about that Christmas song? The 'D major' one, or something like that."
Ivan took a minute to think, and then realized what he meant. "You mean Pachelbel's Canon. I can't really do that one by myself, sadly. I can, but it sounds much better when I have more instruments accompanying me."
"Oh, okay." Gilbert gave a soft pout, staring down into the steaming white liquid.
"How about this? Next time I go to my orchestra practice, I'll bring you with me and my group will play that one for you. How's that?"
"Here, this one is a classic and always used as a lullaby." Ivan smiled at Gilbert's tiny glare but readied his instrument to begin playing 'Fur Elise'.
Gilbert sipped the milk slowly as he listened to the soft music. He glanced over at Ivan, who had his eyes closed blissfully as he played. Gilbert chose to stare at him now, looking at the Russian's soft and chubby features. He seemed to remember the harsh look Ivan had given him when the man found him on the bed, beaten and bruised. The looks on Ivan's normally sweet and gentle face were a little frightening; even Mandy had picked up on it. Also, Ivan had struck him. Not hard, but enough to send him flat on the bed. The smack snapped him out of his trance though. And Gilbert had forgiven him for it, especially when Ivan played such beautiful music all for him. Callaghan hated classical music, and even Gilbert didn't really care for it himself. But when Ivan played the music, it was somehow different. Gilbert found his eyes slowly drifting close as the tune continued, but opened them again when the music stopped.
"Why did you stop?"
"I thought of another. You will like it." Ivan changed the tune to 'Greensleeves', and smiled when Gilbert appeared to recognize it. The man was beginning to soften a bit judging by the calm expression, the small smile, and those pink lips resting just above the rim of the mug. He chose to take it a step further and sang one of the verses, hoping that Gilbert would catch on to the meaning.
'If you intend to thus distain,
It does the more to enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain,
A lover in captivity-'
Gilbert raised a tired brow, but gave a little snicker and took a drink. "Sounds a bit obsessive, doesn't it?"
Ivan smirked and sang-
'I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
You love and good-will for to have-'
"Stop talking to me in lyrics, you loser!" Gilbert said, finding himself laughing and nearly spilt the milk. "Besides, I like the Elvis one you play better. "Can't Help Falling In Love With You".
Ivan paused in his playing to gaze at him. "I didn't know you recognized that song?" Ivan gave a playful blush. "How embarrassing."
Gilbert finished off the milk and settled down into the sheets. They weren't thousand-thread count, but they would do. He gazed back at Ivan, gave a yawn, and cuddled the pillow. "Just play the Elvis one again until I fall asleep."
"As you wish."
Ivan continued to play the song until he saw that Gilbert had fallen fast asleep. There was a gentle smile on those pink (and still swollen) lips, which proved to Ivan that Gilbert was indeed more content. Quietly undressing into his two-piece stripped pajama set, Ivan slipped under the covers and lay on his back, turning his head to gaze at the bald spot on Gilbert's head. He frowned slightly, and then sneered as he pictured himself grabbing Callaghan by his dyed hair and shaving it off with a flat razor while the man struggled to get away…and the skin would slice and tear…and even bleed. A small punishment like that would not be enough, and he grinned. How many ways could he torture and kill that bastard for damaging Gilbert like this? 'Oh, the things I could do!' But then, Gilbert started to whimper, and then began thrashing in his sleep. "Gilbert?" He leaned over to see what was wrong and immediately knew it was a nightmare.
Mandy woke up and jumped onto the bed with just her front paws, which in turn jerked Gilbert awake. He let out a cry of alarm, and then began to panic. Mandy barked while Ivan forced Gilbert to look at him.
"Gilbert! It's all right! It was a dream. Nothing more than that! Just a dream!"
"H-Huh?" Gilbert's battered face was shaking in terror, his pink eyes wide with fear. His whole body trembled violently as if he were shivering.
"It's me, Ivan! You're safe now, Gilbert! It's me! Just me. Me and Mandy! No one else!"
"No!" Gilbert clasped his head with both hands. "No, no, no, no! He's here! He's here in this room!"
"Shh!" Ivan tried to pull him close but Gilbert pushed away. "Gilbert, he is NOT here! I would never let him in!"
Gilbert was now searching all around room, frantically searching for Callaghan. "He'll come here! He will! Don't think he won't! He will! He will come! He'll be everywhere! EVERYWHERE!"
'I didn't think the meltdown would be so soon! If this is even that!' He was finally able to cease Gilbert's struggling and pull the man into a tight hug. Ivan had to shush Mandy's barking before she woke up any of the neighbors. Her barks turned to soft whimpers, her ears lowered back, and her tail lay flat and still. "Everything's all right." He spoke to both of them. Gilbert seemed to be calming down and Ivan stroked the white hair. "It's all right now. Everything is fine. I won't let him in this apartment, I promise."
"It doesn't matter," Gilbert whispered against Ivan's chest. "You can have police, guards, even magic protecting this place, but nothing will keep him out. Not for me it won't. I'll never be free of him! He'll always be here." He wrapped his arms around Ivan. "He'll never let me be. I'll be terrified forever." The last part was barely a whisper.
Ivan squeezed the other tight, keeping the battered face hidden so Gilbert wouldn't see the look of dark rage on his face. The larger man could think of nothing else but brutally killing the man 'Callaghan'. If he doesn't want to be found and hides behind a fake name, then Ivan would do something about that. He would kill the man and dispose of the nameless body easily. The man will not be missed, nor would he be remembered. Callaghan would remain forever nameless in an unmarked grave. 'I could kill him, chop him up, and throw his body into a wet cement pile the mafia way.' He grinned darkly. 'Or knock him out first, and then bury him alive! To hear his screams would be so sweet…the sweetest music.'
"Ivan?" Gilbert whispered.
"Yes?"
"Will you stay with me tonight? I hate being so…useless now and-" Ivan cut him off with a 'shh'.
"Of course I will. I'll protect you from him, so have no fear."
They lay down in the bed together but it wouldn't be cuddles like Ivan would have thought. Instead, Gilbert literally slipped and wiggled his way up through Ivan's pajama top. It was loose enough for the man to squeeze in, but still stretched all the buttons. Ivan was confused and unsure of just what Gilbert was trying to do. It was as though the man was trying to disappear into his skin! But it was cute, and very, very sweet. He only wished Gilbert was doing it for the affection effect, not because he was terrified. Mandy jumped up onto the bed as well and Ivan narrowed his eyes at her. She took no notice of him, circled twice, and then settled down against Gilbert. Now the albino was sandwiched between them both, and Ivan swore he felt the trembling man smile. With a deep breath, Ivan decided to let the dog remain on his bed for the night. So all through the night, Ivan held the other in his arms (and shirt) and barely slept a wink.
The next morning, Gilbert opened his eyes, stretched, and then frowned when he felt something tight wrapped around him. It was hard to move his arms and body, so where was he? Was he tied up? Shifting around a bit more, he lifted his head to bump noses with Ivan. The larger man shot one eye open, the white covered with tiny blood vessels. Gilbert just stared at him for a moment, blinked twice, and gave a little snort. "So it wasn't a dream."
"No, it wasn't." Ivan murmured. "Could you get out of my shirt, now?"
"What? Oh!" Gilbert wiggled out and heard Ivan give a deep sigh of relief. "Sorry…I don't remember doing that."
Ivan slowly rolled onto his back, relieved to be stretching his aching joints and muscles. "It's fine. One night of no sleep isn't going to kill me." Good thing he didn't have a photo shoot today! If he didn't get enough sleep then his vision tended to be off, which in turn made focusing a camera hard.
"Mandy has to go out. She's dancing by the door. Could you take her?" Gilbert asked. "I don't know my way around yet."
Ivan's back cracked as he got out of bed, threw on a robe, and left the bedroom without another word. He was cranky, pure and simple. Mandy ran right to the front door and whimpered. Ivan put on his coat and hat, grumbling about his aching back and stinging eyes. He attached her collar and left the apartment, making sure to take his key and lock it behind him. In the elevator, one of the other tenants stood there with her basket of laundry and stared at Ivan. Ivan knew he must look horrible, what with his pajama's still on and a heavy coat while holding a whimpering dog. Once out of the elevator and to the back of the building, Ivan was discouraged to find that it had snowed again in the evening. He had slipped on his shoes and not his boots to come outside. Mandy eagerly started sniffing the ground to do her business. Ivan just closed his eyes and dreamed of what it would feel like to get back into a warm bed. But that sure promise was short lived when Mandy suddenly darted away with a bark, breaking her leash free of Ivan's hand. Ivan stumbled, nearly falling into the snow. "GAH! MANDY!"
The dog hadn't run far, only a bit of ways up ahead in the courtyard to sniff at another dog. Regardless, Ivan had to trudge through the snow while holding his pants up so the cuffs wouldn't get wet. Already he could feel the snow seeping into his shoes, and just no regretted being one of those people who can't sleep with socks on their feet. "Mandy! Get back here!" The other person pulled their dog away from Mandy while she just wagged her tail and gave out a few barks. "Mandy! Come!" He didn't know which commands Gilbert used. "Come here!" She turned to look at him, panted, wagged her tail, and then crouched into a play position. Ivan's eyes widened dangerously. "Oh…no," he said, his tone harsh. "Don't EVEN think about it! Don't even entertain the thought!" Sure enough, she started jumping and running in circles through the snow. "Damn it all! MANDY! COME!" His feet were freezing.
The dog rolled, ran, sniffed, barked, and jumped like a young puppy. For an older dog she moved fast. Ivan tried to catch her, but each time he got near her, she would bolt. The snow was too heavy for him to try and tackle her. He did, however, manage to step on the leash and bring her to a halt. She did yelp from surprise but Ivan just ignored it, grinning madly. "Gotcha! We're going inside! No more games!" If he were properly dressed and prepared for this then he would have no problem playing in the snow with the dog. Mandy followed behind him without another peep or bark.
When they entered back into the apartment, Gilbert was already up in the same sleeping clothes and holding a cup of coffee. He smiled at Mandy once Ivan let her off the leash and she ran to him. While making baby talk with the dog, Gilbert noticed Ivan's angry and tired face. "What happened to you? Looks like you slept in a closet or something."
"I had a Gilbert up my shirt all night. I didn't sleep at all." He frowned.
"Oh, dude, sorry about that! I didn't know! Just go back to sleep then! I'll watch T.V. and hang out while you do."
Ivan gave a dark smile. "Yes, I think I'll do that." He couldn't believe how GRUMPY he was! "If you need me, just come and wake me up but try not to, okay?"
Gilbert gave a giggle. "Okay, I understand. Sleep well, Ivan. And thanks again for last night." He watched Ivan leave with the man not saying another word to him. Gilbert couldn't stay mad, though, because he did keep the poor guy up all night with his antics. "Welcome to Gilbert World."
After making himself and Mandy breakfast, Gilbert took a full tour of the apartment which would now be serving as his home. Ivan was a very clean and simple man with everything in order. The man seemed to have ONLY what he needed and nothing else, except for the artifacts littered around. Ivan didn't have anything entertaining either. No gaming consoles, no decent music, no gym equipment, nothing! There was only classical music, décor, and books. There was only a television and at least it had HD channels! No surround sound system, though. All in all, it was a very boring place. What the hell was he to do here all day? Sit around and knit? "Oh my gawd. Is that-?" Gilbert saw a knitting basket beside the couch. "He deserved to get picked on! I bet he makes his own argyle!" Sitting down on the cloth couch, Gilbert noticed the decorative blanket folded neatly along the top. The print almost made him laugh, which looked like those ugly Nordic type patterned ski sweaters that only old people wear. The white reindeers were a nice touch. Gilbert figured it was something from a snowy village mountain town in Russia made by some old woman with a goat next to her. "There is no way I can't crack on him for something like this! It's so ugly it's cool!"
Taking the blanket to cover himself with, Gilbert settled on the couch and began flipping through the stations. He settled on a few shows, everything from The View, to Maury, and even to the home shopping network. But his favorite channel was the soccer one, so he kept that station on while he lounged and dozed off. While dozing, Gilbert started to hear his boss's voice in his head. Every time he tried to fall asleep he would hear the man's voice yelling his name or see the outline of his body. Gilbert shot up from the couch and trembled, gripping the blanket tightly in his hands. He was awake, and he knew that, but the presence of Callaghan was still here with him. Though he knew Ivan was asleep he couldn't stay out here by himself, so he hurried off into the room and let Mandy have the couch.
Ivan was snoring softly under the covers; all curled up and looking as innocent as a child. Gilbert climbed back into bed and snuggled into him, only this time, he didn't do it under the shirt. Ivan's body was thick and warm, which reminded him of a large teddy bear he had to hug while in a photo shoot once. Even his smell was intriguing. Ivan didn't smell of lotions or perfume but only as himself. To Gilbert, the natural smell was actually quite comforting. Although Ivan was asleep Gilbert felt the large arm move to hug him back, pulling his body close. Gilbert's good cheek was squished up against Ivan's neck, forcing his good eye to squeeze shut as well. He snorted through his nose yet welcomed the odd embrace. Once again, he was feeling at ease; also safe and protected. Maybe being with Ivan and living in his boring apartment wouldn't be so bad after all. 'He's been so good to me. He even respects me when he has all the rights not to. I know I can be mean and vicious when I want to be, and that's how I was to him. I may not remember it all but I believe Ivan when he speaks of it. And he's done so much for me.'
Gilbert blushed softly when he felt Ivan's groin poking at his thigh. He mumbled a bit and wiggled out of the man's grasp only to continue lying beside him. He stared at the man's childlike features, noticing how the large body squirmed with the uncomfortable urge to cum. Gilbert recognized the movements well having seen his boss do it very often. The movements would always wake him up and then the weight of Callaghan would be upon him in the middle of the night. He hated that, waking up after a long and painful day only to be fucked and then left there…while the other rolled back to sleep. Yet he knew that Ivan was different for the man proved it on more than one account. Ivan had many opportunities for sex, but he calmly rejected each one. The look of want and lust were in those purple eyes each time, and Gilbert had to admire Ivan's control. Ivan suddenly shifted closer and Gilbert felt the bulge against his thigh again. 'I really should…help with that.'
Deciding to leave Ivan asleep and let him wake up slowly, Gilbert shifted himself under the covers to rest between the other's legs. Even though he had done this many, many times, knowing he was doing it to Ivan made him blush. He looped his fingers into the hem of the pants, carefully lifting it up and over the rather large erection. Gilbert had to stare at the organ for a moment, calculating just how big it was compared to his boss. The bigger the better, they always say, but he had to wonder differently. Callaghan's always hurt and he was smaller and had less girth. What would Ivan's be like? The first thing to try would be oral, which is what he was planning on doing anyway. It will help alleviate the stress on Ivan's part. But giving head wasn't his favorite thing to do. In fact, it was his most hated sexual act to perform. His boss always demanded it and each time his stomach would turn from the smell, sight, and taste of the man. Yet somehow, the smell of Ivan's arousal was less foul to him, as well as the sight and texture. He gripped the base in his hand, gave a light squeeze, and then wrapped his lips around the tips.
He felt Ivan twitching beneath him along with a few sleepy groans from above. Gilbert lowered his mouth further, taking in as much of Ivan as he could. The width stretched his mouth painfully and feared his teeth may accidently scrape against the sensitive skin. He tried to curl his lips around the teeth but felt the cut split open from stretching too far. Whimpering in pain, he pulled his mouth away and noticed the droplets of blood that began to spot Ivan's cock. Gilbert covered his mouth and frantically got out from under the covers and the bed to hurry to the bathroom. He lifted the seat and vomited up all the contents of his stomach. It was mixed with blood from the bleeding lip. He didn't know why he had thrown up at the sight of blood; he's seen it on himself many times. There's been blood from his nose, lips, teeth, ass, ears, shoulders; everywhere. It shouldn't have upset him like this. 'I guess I panicked.' He got up and flushed the toilet, going to the mirror and grabbing a hand towel to press at his lip.
Lowering the towel from his face, Gilbert stared at his own reflection in the mirror and suddenly felt sick to his stomach again. It wasn't himself looking back him but rather a corpse, like something out of a zombie movie. He focused on his bruised face, bleeding lip, missing hair, and swollen eye. Also, the fingerprints on his neck were starting to fade to a soft yellow. And in that moment, Gilbert recalled all the horrible times his boss had abused him and hated himself for not bothering to recognize it. Looking back at him was a monster; a beaten piece of trash that was worth nothing unless his name was Hase Weissenstein. Who was now a washed up old model that not even Macy's would want. 'You used to be so different. You've changed so much. I want the old Gilbert back.' Ivan's words echoed in his head again.
'What have I done?' He leaned on the sink. "What have I done?" He whispered.
"Gilbert?" Gilbert jumped and spun around when he heard his name. For a moment he feared it was Callaghan, instead it was Ivan, rubbing the front of his pants. "Are you all right? Did I…do something to scare you from this?"
"No." He still had the hand towel to his lip. "I split my lip open again."
Ivan walked over to him. "You didn't have to do what you were doing…but I can't help wishing I could get more." His eyes were heavily lidded as he gazed at Gilbert.
Gilbert stared at him. "I can't, Ivan. I just can't. I tried and I wanted to but…it was just too soon for me. I'm sorry."
Ivan growled. "Damn it, Gilbert…you shouldn't have done that if you…didn't intend to carry through!"
"I was dripping blood everywhere! How could I have continued?" He backed up against the sink when Ivan took a step closer.
"You know how much I want you…how much I want be in you and feel your body writhing against mine! I felt you go under…felt your hot mouth on me." He stepped closer again. "I keep trying to be calm and respectful to you, Gilbert. But you're making it hard!"
He sneered. "I'm sorry for it, okay! Why are you acting like this?"
"Why?" Ivan's eyes widened and he let his hand suddenly wrap around Gilbert's neck. The man gasped and tried to pull away, but he only squeezed harder. "Sometimes I find it very hard to control myself sexually around you! And other times, I think back to when we were in school…and how you constantly bullied me! I do my best to keep my resolve and not fuck or pummel you into the floor!"
"Ivan…please…" Gilbert pleaded softly, "Let go. Don't do this to me! I promise I won't do something like that again until my body is healed! Please! Please I promise! I'm sorry!"
When Ivan lifted his hand to stroke Gilbert's hair the man shied away, as if preparing himself to be hit. Ivan gasped and pulled his hands away, shocked by his own sudden behavior. Gilbert was looking at him with a sad and pitiful battered face with pink eyes trembling with fear. Ivan only acted out of pent up rage fueled by unsatisfied lust and desire. What was wrong with him? He was acting just like Callaghan when he was trying to prove to Gilbert about love and respect. He just had his hand around Gilbert's throat, and was even ready to strike at him! The lust and need to have Gilbert grew stronger with the man's presence so close to him. He stepped forward again, hoping that Gilbert would move yet the albino remained standing. The bottom lip was still bleeding but the flow had slowed. Ivan searched those pink eyes that bore into his, reading the signs of fear and confusion. Slowly reaching his hand out, Ivan tilted Gilbert's chin and planted a chaste kiss on those bleeding lips. He was thrilled when Gilbert didn't move.
"I'm sorry, Gilbert. I should have never tried to hurt you or raise my hand to you. I was in the wrong." He gently stroked the bruised cheek. "I just care so much for you that…that it sometimes turns into possessiveness. I want to keep you safe from harm. I never want to see such bruises on your body ever again. But with your special attempt tonight and…knowing you stopped because of what that fucking bastard did to you only ignites and infuriates my anger towards him! I accidently took a bit of it out on you…because you left me hard and aching for you."
Gilbert glanced away for a moment to take in the words, and then turned to look back at Ivan. "I'm sorry too. I promise when my body is better that we will have sex and-" Ivan stopped him with another quick kiss.
"No, this shouldn't be a duty or a chore for you. That's what your sex life has been since you met that man. I want you to WANT to do it with me…not just feel like you have to. I will have ALL of you, or I will have nothing at all."
"Iv- !" Gilbert's lips were brought into another kiss but this one was filled with passion. He moaned into Ivan's mouth, feeling the other's tongue quickly lap at the blood on the surface. Ivan's hands gripped his ass and lifted him onto the sink counter to deepen the kiss. Gilbert had to wrap his arms around Ivan's neck and bend forward to comfortably meet the rough kiss. He even chose to wrap his legs around Ivan's waist, locking his ankles together. For a nerd, Ivan was a great kisser.
"Gilbert?" Ivan whispered his name when he pulled away. "May I touch you?"
The albino flushed softly. "Touch me how?"
Ivan answered the question by placing his palm against Gilbert's groin; delighting in the little gasp he received. "Is this all right?"
Gilbert gave a tiny whimper and rests his forehead against Ivan's shoulder. "Yes…that's better than all right…that's perfect. Callaghan never gave me pleasure…it had to be all about him."
"I want to only give you pleasure. I swear that to you, Gilbert, on my life and love." He started to rub and palm the growing bulge. "I will not lie; I yearn for the day when I can finally make love to you. I want to dominate you, but it will be out of love, not power or control."
Gilbert smiled softly. "You also want revenge for all the bad things I've done to you in the past." He gasped when Ivan squeezed him gently.
"In some small ways. But I really want you." He started kissing Gilbert's neck. "Please don't hate me for earlier?"
"I don't hate you." He gasped out. "I like your touch…a lot."
Ivan pressed their foreheads together. "Be very careful of what you say around me. If I had my way now, you'd be fucked on each piece of furniture!"
Gilbert smirked. "All of three pieces? Wow, lots of stamina."
Ivan returned the smirk. "Wise guy."
"That's me." His eyes widened and he cried out when Ivan's hand slipped into his pants. Bare hands that weren't his on his growing erection sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine. Instantly he grew harder against Ivan's hand and felt himself getting into it; until the phone rang.
The landline spoke out the caller I.D. name: "Call from Alfred F. Jones."
End Chapter 9 TBC
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