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Decadence Escaping
By : FlayraDowitcher
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***Warnings: Abuse, slight violence, some language, oral sex

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. No profit is being made. This is for fun.

Decadence Escaping

Chapter 1

The Empire of Rienca had taken him when he was very young. His morning had started the same as it always did with sunlight peeking through his shuttered window. He never thought the drastic events that came would change his life forever and cast him into a world belligerent torment.

Young Ivan Braginski had just turned ten the day before and was now considered a man by his people. Today he would be going on his first hunt with some of the other young boys in his village. He had received his ceremonial scarf made from the wool of the high mountain sheep, the only breed that lived in his area. His mother had knitted it while his older sister dyed it the shade that represented their village. The mountain plains were always cold and the wool was said to protect its wearer from even the chilliest wind. Ivan eagerly wrapped it around his neck before adding his woolen hat and gloves. He skipped out on breakfast because he was too eager to start his hunt and waved goodbye to his family.

Ivan was the tallest of all boys in his village and he stood a few good inches above his hunting party. Usually he slouched when he walked with the children, conscience of his height. However, now that he was hunting he had an excuse to slouch and he was allowed to lead the party. He wasn’t expected to bring home a kill his first time but if he did he would be granted the privilege of accompanying the older men when they hunt for mountain elk. Ivan led them up some rocky hills so they could get a birds eye view of the forest and hopefully spot some prey. From where they stood they could see one of the many plains that made up their home here in the mountains. Some days you would be able to see the wild horses stampeding along the ground or a buffalo herd gnawing lazily on grass. The horses were Ivan’s favorite to watch in nature and he had always wanted one. His village had a few horses that have been caught wild and bred to be docile over the years but there would never be enough for all the villagers. The horses were mainly used to pull plows or sleds of necessities like firewood and stones. The only way to get around was by walking or using sled dogs. But Ivan noticed something different about the plain this morning and he wondered if the others did as well. The plain was silent and empty with no signs of wildlife of any kind.

“The plain is dead today.” Said one of the boys in his party. “Where do you think all the animals are?”

“Something may have spooked them.” Ivan responded, moving closer to the edge to try and get a wider view of the plain. “Maybe there are some mountain bears in the area for it’s almost their breeding time.”

“Hey! Hey guys! Look over there! It’s something shiny!” Said another boy, pointing to the far right of the plain.

Ivan squinted his violet eyes and saw that the sparkles of light were actually coming from something the men on horses were wearing. The small grouped stared in awe and curiosity at the group of soldiers who rode out onto the plain. Ivan saw their hard shells sparkling in the bright sun and their long, strangely decorated spears. Ivan had never seen horses quite like the ones these men were riding. The horses were well kept and clean but they moved with the same grace as the wild ones. These men were even riding them and the horses didn’t seem to mind. A few of the horses also had colored blankets draped around them under a heavy seat placed on their backs that the men sat on. Ivan could only assume that those horses and men were very important since they were decorated differently than the others. But once the surprise and admiration for the men wore off Ivan had to wonder what they were doing here. It was extremely rare to have any outside visitors that were not from a neighboring village. He had only heard stories from the village elders about others living in the world who are different. These men must be some of those ‘others’. Regardless, something did not seem right about their presence here.

“We should go back to the village and tell the others. This could be something serious.”

Ivan led his group through the woods and back to their village. The boys split up to tell different people and Ivan chose to go to the elders. When he told the elders of what type of men they saw he could see their faces turn white like the snow and they started chanting. Ivan tried to get their attention again but they were almost in a strange trance and they took no notice of him. He decided to leave the elders and run back to his hut, bursting through the flimsy wooden door. With the elders acting like they were, Ivan was frantic in telling his parents what he had seen. His parents were just as confused as he was and his sisters held on to him. The last time Ivan had felt fear like this was when he fell through the ice on a nearby pond and thought he would drown. What frightened him the most at this moment was the uncertainty of what could happen. Judging by the elders’ actions these men were something to fear.

Ivan did not leave his house or his family for the rest of the day. They ate dinner in silence and went to bed without any stories. Ivan lay on his hammock with his youngest sister who was snuggled into him. His older sister was above him in the hammock. It took Ivan some time to fall asleep, anxious and fearful of what was to come. He thought that every sound or smell he came across this night had something to do with the strangers he saw today.

After sleep had claimed him and he woke up in the morning, the feeling of dread he had in his chest was still present. He rubbed his eyes with some groans and looked towards his parents’ bed. His eyes widened when he found his parents were missing. He sat up in the hammock, startling his little sister who he ‘hushed’ softly. His heart began to sink to his stomach as he looked around the only room of the house to see all of their belongings, anything of importance, were gone. From food to tools, to blankets and furs, everything was gone! Ivan just remained sitting up in the hammock, his eyes wide with disbelief and heartbreak. Their parents had abandoned them in the night. What was so fearsome and terrible that they had to abandon their own children for?

Then there was that scream…a woman’s scream. An ear piercing, terrified scream that filled his ears in an endless hum. That scream signaled the beginning of the end for himself, his sisters, and his village. They ran out of the hut to see what was happening. Ivan stood frozen in time as he saw the men in shining shells on horseback stampeding into his village. There must have been hundreds of them. They held torches and weapons, rearing their stallions back as they set fire to the cabins. The villagers screamed and scrambled in panic. Ivan’s eldest sister held them both close to her, trembling and crying at the mayhem that was happening around them.

The screams echoed in his ears. The hoof beats in light snow racked his soul. Cabins and huts went up in flames, one after the other. It was as if a serpent of fire had raced through the village, attacking everything in its path. Ivan had to break away from his sisters, ignoring their cries for him to come back. He was a man now and he had to help defend his village. But he was lost. Lost in a sea of four legged monsters and sparkling demons. Everywhere he turned the white snow was tainted red. Bodies of men lay dead and gutted on the ground. Children were wailing and screaming as they were trampled by horses or snatched up by the sparkling men. Houses crumbled, dogs barked and ran, families were ripped away from one another. The sun no longer existed in this world. There was only fire and ash filling the sky as the world crumbled to the ground beneath his feet.

‘Stop screaming…stop the screaming…please…!’ Ivan said to himself as he watched a man get slain from behind. His eyes bulged out and blood shot up from his mouth as he fell to the ground, his body shaking in shock. Ivan’s eyes slowly moved from the corpse up to the man on horseback that had slain him. The flames rose behind the demon male that held his dripping sword with his chest shell dulled red. Their eyes met for a second, one full of confidence the other filled with fear.

‘Come here boy! You’re a strong one! Big too! Come join us…we can give you a nice life!’ The demon man put his hand out in offering. Ivan could not understand a word the demon was saying but he would not take his hand. Ivan stepped back a few paces but the horse moved forward. ‘A strong child like you should be working for the Empire! Come with me, little one, or I will force you!’ Ivan could not make sense of the strange language that was speaking to him so all he could do, his first basic instinct, was to run. And ran he did.

‘AFTER HIM!’

He did not have to understand the words but the tone said it all. Ivan looked back and saw two of the men on horseback were riding after him. His feet crunched in the snow but his body was getting nowhere. The demons on horses were getting closer and closer while his body ached to move. Slowly he fell to the ground, his foot tripping over something hard. Looking back at his fallen body was the dead corpse of the boy from his hunting party. He saw his reflection in the boys’ petrified eyes before the rearing body of a horse loomed above him. Then there was black…and then light.

Ivan saw the various huts burn to the ground as his vision bounced. Where was he? On a horse? Nothing made sense, only the screams of his friends and villagers. His small body was tossed into a hay-filled barred wagon with other people. Some he recognized from his own village and others he hadn’t. Where were his sisters? What happened to them? Why did he leave them? He deserted them like their parents did!

“IVAN!”

He heard his name echo through the air and he turned to the noise to see his big sister being drug by her hair across the snow. A large shining man had his grip on her hair and where he was taking her Ivan did not know. He shouted her name but his voice was soundless. No matter how much he screamed…no matter how far he stretched his arm through the bars, he still lost sight of his big sister. His little sister was nowhere to been seen and he prayed to the ancient gods that they would all be safe. But those gods never answered his prayers as he watched his village turn into a labyrinth of flames. One of the men in the sparkling shells rode in his line of vision and grinned humorously at him.

“Welcome to the Rienca Empire, little snow bunny!”

The barred wagon kicked into motion and the village flames shrunk in size the further he got. Ivan reached his arm out the bars, shouting and screaming for his mother or father, his sisters, anyone, to save him. Why could he not hear his voice? Why did these men attack his home? Why did his parents abandon him? Where was he going? Where were his sisters? Why was this happening? All these questions raced through his head as the flames slowly began to die and darkness took over. There was finally silence in the air. But when his eyes chose to open he awoke to a towering wall of flames and a large, burning red door. He screamed as hundreds of hands seemed to surround him and start carrying him to the door. No matter how hard he struggled or how loud he screamed he was still a captive of these demons. The door came closer to his body, his surface burning with searing red heat. Ivan’s smaller body was held and swung towards to the burning door. His body collided with it…

That’s when Ivan shot up from his bed, soaked in sweat and panting wildly. A dream…it was a dream. But it was THAT dream. The same nightmare that has plagued his many nights since that awful time. It has been fifteen years now and he could still remember every single detail of that dreadful day. They say that time heals, but this ‘time’ has never helped to ease his sorrow. He was a slave in the realm that was the great and mighty Rienca Empire. Some may consider the Empire glorious and strong but for conquered people like him it was a demonic entity. This Empire was built on war and genocide, forcing people to submit to their ways. At first this particular country use to be its own kingdom, however, it joined with a few other power hungry, rapidly growing countries. After they banded their forces together they rode out into the world, trampling over cities and kingdoms that refused to accept their reign.

Ivan’s people had no knowledge of what the Rienca Empire really was or how it operated. His people had lived so far in the mountains that they were isolated from the rest of the world. When he was a young boy, Ivan only knew about the world that the elders had preached to him. His knowledge of the world was just his people and the mountains, filled with all kinds of spirits and gods. Many nights they would gather around a campfire and listen to stories and folktales of their deities. The only mention of ‘others’ he had known was a particular story that an elder used to tell, about a strong wolf whose howl kept strangers away. ‘Strangers from another world’, was how the elder had described them. At that age he had thought the ‘strangers’ were just ghosts to make a good story and keep little children from wondering off into the woods. How he wished those stories were just fairytales and not reality.

The sun had not come up yet so he had some time to rest before he had to start his day. The life of a slave was not an easy one but the house where he was working treated better than most. His ‘master’, Lord Sardar, was very big on gambling and he trained some of his slaves to fight in the games. The games were usually held at Nazun house and other lords would bring their selected slaves to battle others. The lords would drink and bet on the fighters as they battled for title of ‘champion’. If a slave had lost a fight for his master’s house then the consequences would be grave. Ivan had never lost a fight, which is what has kept him alive and fed all these years. Not only did he have to mindlessly fight for the thrill of others but also had to work himself to the bone every day. He had to care for livestock, tend to the fields, carry wood and water, and help build or repair various things. If he moved to slow or did something wrong, then the overseers would punish him. Sometimes they would just do it for fun and they especially enjoyed targeting him.

Whipping was the most common punishment at the Nazun house and his body carried the scars of young and old beatings. He was so used to the sting of the whip that his nerves seemed immune to the pain and it would feel more like a fly bite. But his beatings came from the cruel humor of the overseers rather than his mistakes. He was so used to the routine of the day and the heavy burden of chores that he seldom screwed anything up. If the master was home then the overseers were less likely to target him because he was one of the favored. With his broad shoulders, solid build and height he was his master’s champion. Ivan was bigger than most of the fighters he would encounter during the games and it always came in handy. His stature not only brought on the largest bets but also caught the eye of many noblewomen who were known to take fighters and slaves to their beds. Ivan’s been called on once or twice for services of that nature and he even got sold once for being found out. His old master sold him to Nazun house where ‘those’ services have yet to be called on. Of course, that was also due to the fact that his master did not have a wife for many years.

Ivan groaned low in his throat as he saw the sun come up and knew his short night of rest was at an end.He dusted the old hay from his body back onto the bed and stretched his back. The morning was slightly cool but it would quickly heat up as the sun grew higher. He slept in his clothes, which at this time of year were a pair of ragged old pants and sandals. The only article of clothing he wore extra was his tribal scarf, which he used now as a sash. The summer climate here was too hot for a woolen scarf to be worn around your neck. It was full of holes and tears due to the rough years it had been through with his troubled life. It was all he had left of his homeland so he treasured it dearly. Sometimes when he held it to his face he could smell the fresh pine and the crisp mountain air. He knew it was only his memory of the smells but he liked to pretend it was still there. It had also faded to an even lighter shade of pink, appearing almost white from working out in the sun all these years. This piece was also the last thing he had of his parents. His father had caught and sheered the sheep while his mother knitted it for him. Often he thought of his sisters and what had become of them. Their parents had abandoned them and Ivan could never forgive them for taking off in the night. He could only assume they had left for another village, but why they didn’t take their children he’ll never know.

With a heavy sigh he tied the scarf in a knot and left the stable to get in line for his breakfast. The back courtyard was a large walled-in area consisting of the livestock and small gardens of vegetables. There was an orchard of trees that lead through a wooden door into a garden where the nobles liked to spend their afternoons. Ivan had never been outside the house walls since he was brought here but he was able to help and work in he orchard. A shove from another slave behind him urged him forward in the line where they were being served. Since he was a fighter as well he would get a heartier breakfast than the other slaves. This morning he received cooked goose drenched in some kind of spicy gravy. At this point in his life Ivan ate anything that would be put in front of him. He sat on a bench with some other slaves as they talked softly to themselves. Normally he did not engage in polite conversation, not because he wasn’t friendly but he just never had anything worth wile to say. He scooped a piece of thick meat in his hand and started to gnaw at it for the meat was tough this morning. The sun was already beginning to beat down on his back, which meant it was time for the hard labor to begin.

He returned the bowl to the servant cook and headed to the chopping block to begin woodcutting. Tree merchants had just delivers loads of wood and they needed to be split for firewood. Sometimes the nights could get cold and the master needed his warmth. Ivan took up the axe and placed the first piece of the wood on the block before chopping it perfectly in two. He continued with the wood until the familiar laughter of men grew closer to his back and he knew whom they were. The overseers were making their first rounds of the morning and Ivan would be their first stop. He tried to ignore them and continue on with his work.

“Hey, Cycraian! Lovely day, isn’t it?” That voice belonged to Abian, the overseer who had one annoying piece of hair that hung in his face. Ivan longed to push that piece of hair to the side or just rip it out. Most people here liked to refer to him as ‘Cycraian’ because his people came from and lived in the Cycra Mountains. The overseers, he doubted, even knew his real name. Taking a calming breath, he lowered his axe and turned to face them.

“Careful! You almost knocked us out with that nose of yours!” The other, Dica, said with a laugh and pretended to block his face with his arms. Ivan, of course, was not amused so he just stood before them, patiently waiting their reign of childish insults. “Dream about fucking lots of mountain sheep last night?”

“I think he’s a goat man, myself!” Replied Abian with a smirk.

“The master needs you to start carrying in buckets of water from the well into the house. Oh, and try not to spill it this time! Get to it, slave!”

Ivan silently walked to the well and lowered the bucket into the dark water hole. He brought it back up and poured it in to one of the large bronze pitchers that were always piled around the well. After three more bucketfuls, the pitcher was full and Ivan lifted it with ease. One hand cradled the base and the other held onto the handle. Ivan could hear the overseers walking a few steps behind him but he tried to pay them no mind. His eyes widened then as he saw Master Winter approach from his room and enter the courtyard.

Winter was the head Slave Master of Nazun house and he ruled the slaves more than their Lord and Master. Of course, Winter had to take orders from Master Sardar regardless, but most slave related matters were bestowed upon him. He used to be called General Winter, for he was once a powerful warlord in the army until he retired. It was a ‘forced’ retirement from the military leaders and Winter did not give in so easily when he was released from the army. For his rebellious actions he was stripped of all formal military titles and discharged from the army. He was able to find work here, at Nazun house, reigning over the slaves and training the fighters.

Master Winter was the first person Ivan remembers meeting when he arrived at this prison. He remembered the elderly male (according to him) circling him with interest as if he were inspecting livestock. As usual, Ivan’s height and build won him the title of ‘fighter’ and immediately began his warrior training with Master Winter. There were only three others training with him at the time but over the years they had lost in fights and were killed. There were some others who were in training but Ivan did not associate with them. But for his lesser master, he had to bow his head in respect and submission. Master Winter had been like a father to him and he was the only man Ivan felt he could trust. That was, until the day HE arrived at Nazun house.

The slave’s name was Alfred and he was from the city of Madylia. Master Sardar had purchased him from an auction, having been attracted to his slightly tanned features and blue eyes. Alfred was by no means a ‘submissive’ slave when he first arrived. The young man had fought and spoke out of term constantly. The way the man spoke you would think he was a noble and not a slave of low birth. However, his positive and liberal attitude awarded him many punishments and beatings in the past. Nowadays, Alfred was more careful with who he spoke to and when. It saved him the beatings from Master Sardar, but not from the ones that came from Master Winter. The elder man had taken and forced Alfred to be his lover. Like most deranged and bitter men he would purposefully beat Alfred whenever he felt like it and the young man was unable to do anything to defend himself. If he did it would only result in a harsher beating.

Now, he and Alfred were slowly becoming friends as they worked at Nazun house. Alfred didn’t know it but Ivan was always admiring him from afar. The man’s constant optimistic outlook on everything was something Ivan had lost when he was taken from his homeland. He never wanted to taint Alfred’s pure and naïve outlook on the world with his own pessimistic point of views. Around others he would appear cheerful but when he was alone his negativity always festered his spirit. But lately, Ivan’s persistent feelings of dread and doom where slowly trickling away as he spent more time with Alfred. Hopefully today, he would be able to work with him.

“Up early, as usual.” Said Winter as he approached Ivan.

“Yes sir. Delivering water to the house.”

“After you finish with that water you’ll be needed in the orchards to help carry fruit baskets. Personally, I would want you to be training all day but the Master’s words are law.” Ivan figured that Winter had been up already and gathering the Master’s plans for the day.

“Yes sir.” Ivan replied again and had to contain his childish grin. Alfred always worked the fruit orchards and he would be able to spend time with him! “If there is time afterwards I would like to train.” Ivan offered.

“We’ll see. Now where is he?” Winter grumble and looked back at his wooden room door. He gave a soft growl. “That man…he’s STILL not up!” Ivan knew he was referring to Alfred and the young man must have been sharing his bed last night. “I swear, that man will-“ Winter paused in his words as Alfred finally appeared from the doorway.

Ivan looked up and gave a small smile at the hopeful perfection in his vision. Alfred wore only a short-sleeved white tunic with a sash around his waist. He wore basic slip-on cowhide shoes instead of sandals. But what made Ivan frown was the noticeable black bruise on one beautiful cheek. Winter must have hit him again. Alfred saw him and waved with a cheerful smile. Ivan would have given a wave back but knew better than to do so in front of Winter and the overseers. He did, however, return the smile and Winter thought nothing of it.

“I have to go deal with him. Carry on with your work.”

Winter said before he left to go over to Alfred. Ivan proceeded walking further towards the house when something caught around his ankle and tripped him to the ground. He spilt the pitcher of water onto the ground and heard the overseers laughing behind him. He glared at them over his shoulder, seeing Abian holding the unraveled whip. Ivan picked up the pitcher as he stood back on his feet, kicking some of the dirt out of his sandals.

“Clumsy as ever! Guess you need to get more now! Just wait until we tell Master Sardar you wasted his precious water by being clumsy!”

Abian would tell Master Sardar about this and Ivan could look forward to loosing his dinner tonight. Water was too precious to waste and he had just lost half of it to the earthworms. Ignoring the overseers, Ivan went back over to the well and refilled the pitcher. He watched them closely this time, as he was able to make it into the house. Quickly and efficiently he delivered the water pitcher to the kitchen and made his way back outside. Alfred would be working in the orchard today and Ivan was sure he would need help ‘carrying’ the heavy baskets.

Once Ivan was back outside he entered the garden yard where a few slaves were gathering vegetables. He made his way to the orchard rows of fruiting trees, searching for Alfred. Ivan spotted him on a short ladder with a basket on his hip, picking cherries. Ivan swallowed as he took in Alfred’s lithe form on the ladder, his long limbs stretching to pick the ripe fruit. Alfred’s tunic came only to a few inches just above his knees for ‘easy access’, as Winter had put it. Like Alfred, many of the other slaves had to dress in the same manner in case their services were required. If one of the guards or the overseers felt like taking a slave sexually they could. Even Ivan himself was above the average house slaves and could have his pick of any he wanted. But he didn’t want those basic servants in the house. What he wanted was the untouchable being in front of him. Alfred was only allowed to be taken by Master Sardar or Winter, and no one else. The last fighter who attempted it was gutted and hung by Master Winter himself. Ivan even remembered how Alfred had protested to the horrible demise of the man, calling it ‘inhuman’ and ‘pointless murder’. The young man suffered for his protest later.

Ivan had often daydreamed about making love to Alfred, taking and claiming him as his own. He wanted the man all to himself where punishment would not mar his beautiful face. He wanted Alfred next to him in his bed every night, feeling his soft breath against his neck. Ivan wanted to hold him in his arms and feel the other return the embrace. The two of them would sleep naked together on hot nights, limbs tangled together. Alfred’s hand would slowly trace patterns on his chest as one slim leg would hook his to press their bodies closer together. Ivan would run his hand down the perfect curve of his back and breathe in his scent. Little by little Alfred’s body would be resting atop of his, moving in perfect unison. Ivan always imagined that Alfred body would be hot and tight around his cock. How he longed to make that daydream a reality.

“Hey Ivan! Ivan!” Alfred’s voice brought his attention back to the real world.

“Ah, good morning, Alfred.” He smiled softly and walked over to the ladder but not before catching a quick glance up Alfred’s tunic. Just peeking at that pert little ass was enough to make his pants become tight. “Need any help?”

“Yes, I need an extra foot up to get those ripe ones at the top. Lend me your shoulders, friend?” Alfred grinned at him and Ivan nodded, thrilled at the fact that he will be able to look up Alfred’s tunic once again. Most men try to look up women’s skirts but Ivan rather look up Alfred’s.

“Not at all. Hop on.” Ivan crouched a bit next to the ladder so Alfred could step on his shoulders. It took a few seconds for him to gain his balance but soon he was standing on Ivan’s broad shoulders. Ivan slowly tilted his head back and licked his lips at the creamy thighs spread above him. “IVAN!”

“Huh? Yes? What is it?” He stuck his neck out a bit to glance up at the blue eyes smiling amusingly down at him.

“Like what you see?” Ivan felt his cock twitch.

“Don’t speak like that.”

“But it’s the truth, isn’t it?” Alfred replied and went back to picking more cherries and dropping them down into the basket.

“Do you want to see me whipped?”

“Am I doing the whipping?” Ivan groaned as his cock swelled painfully.

“Alfred, please don’t speak like that. I know you are only teasing but still…we could get in trouble.” Ivan also didn’t want to see Alfred beaten or punished.

“Yeah, you’re right. You can lower me down now. I have enough cherries.” Ivan smirked and gave his shoulders a jerk, causing Alfred to loose his balance. Alfred fell into Ivan’s arms with a shriek. “Ivan?!”

“Sorry.” Ivan smirked and carefully stood him on his feet. “There was a bee.” Alfred narrowed his eyes playfully at him.

“Yeah, right. Help me carry the basket.” Ivan was such a slave to this man and he did as he was told, picking it up in his arms. Alfred took another empty basket and the ladder, going to the next row of trees. “Peach time.” Alfred said as he steadied the ladder against the tree. “So are you fighting tomorrow night?” He asked as he stepped up on the ladder.

“Yes. I always have to fight in the Master’s games. Will you be there?” Alfred nodded.

“I will be…I never have a choice either. I hate how they make you fight…and the way they KILL the losers. It’s just not fair!” Alfred said angrily as he inspected a peach. “You’re human, not animals!” Ivan smiled at him.

“You could always look away if the fights bother you.”

“True, but then I would miss you in the arena.” Ivan’s eyes widened at Alfred’s words. Was Alfred really saying all these things to him?

“You like to watch me fight?”

“Maybe…” Alfred said sheepishly, picking another peach. “It just…surprises me at how strong and dangerous you can be. Yet when I see you and we talk like this…you are extremely gentle and soft spoken. You’re always very gentle with me and I…I can’t understand why you haven’t had your way with me yet?”

“Alfred…you are Master Winter’s lover and you belong to Master Sardar! I can’t touch you…and never would I just take you without consent.” Alfred smiled at him and Ivan felt his heart skip a beat.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about…you and I are the only ones here who aren’t broken.” Ivan gave a sad, lop-sided smile. “Hey Ivan? If I wasn’t forced to be with Master Winter…would you have-“

“Yes.” Ivan answered quickly, knowing what he was going to ask. Alfred looked down from his ladder into Ivan’s purple eyes, blushing softly. “Yes I would have…from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Ivan could not believe what he was hearing. Alfred was confessing his affection for him! That blush was for him! They had known each other for only a few months since Alfred’s arrival and he had thought them nothing more than friends. He had fallen for Alfred but he never thought his secret passion would feel the same way about him. He saw Alfred as a forbidden fruit and to this day he still was, at least to him. This man before him belonged to Winter and Master Sardar, not him. It was forbidden for him to even attempt to be with Alfred since his superiors claimed him as their own. Their punishment would be grave if they were caught and Ivan couldn’t bear to see something happen to Alfred.

“Do you really mean those words?” Alfred asked softly.

“Yes, I do.”

“If only we were free…then we wouldn’t have to worry about anything but ourselves. We could be together.” Alfred looked down at Ivan as the silver haired man moved closer, resting his large hand on the ladder.

“You make a bold statement, Alfred.”

“As do you…you hide your lust well.”

“Holding back my desire for you is the hardest chore I have here.” Alfred blushed more at that but smiled brightly and Ivan’s heart melted at the sight. There was so little hope left in him that Alfred’s smile just brightened up his spirits. “Wh-what caused you to confess like this, Alfred?”

“Well…the way you were looking up my tunic.” Ivan cleared his throat and quickly looked away. “No, no! It’s okay, Ivan.” Alfred laughed. “I’ve just been wondering about your feelings for me and earlier today, with that lip-licking, only confirmed what I had been hoping.” Ivan blinked up at him, unbelieving, as he boldly let his hand snake up Alfred’s leg.

“What could someone as carefree and optimistic as you possibly find attractive about me?”

“I’ve told you before…the way you fight…you’re like a beast dominating his territory by killing everything in its path.” Ivan growled low in his throat, allowing his hand to snake up further that creamy thigh. “Sometimes…to distract myself from the unnecessary violence…I imagine you wiping the arena floor with your competition…and then turning your sights on me…” Alfred blushed harder as he felt Ivan’s grip tighten on his leg. “Rushing up those dais steps to tackle me to the ground and ravish me…”

“I thought this was going to be just another day…but with our confessions I-“

“Alfred!” Ivan immediately removed his hand and Alfred nearly dropped the peach basket at the sound of Winter’s voice. They turned to see him coming out of the grape orchards towards them. “Ah, there you are.” Ivan bowed his head to him but Winter hardly acknowledged him.

“Do you need something?” Alfred asked.

“Well, I always need you.” He said with a deep chuckle and gripped Alfred’s hips to carefully lift him from the ladder. “I was wondering if you had your breakfast yet?”

“No, I haven’t. The cook ran out and he had to start making some more.” Winter wrapped his arms around Alfred’s waist to pull him close.

“Then come share some breakfast with me.” Ivan could tell that Alfred looked uncomfortable.

“But I have work to do. I’ll just wait until lunch.” Alfred tried to pull away from him when he felt Winter’s erection poking against his thigh. “Not now…please…” Alfred tried to push away again but the man kept his strong grip. Alfred snuck a glance over at Ivan who was trying to look anywhere but here.

“Don’t you have this little bruise here because you said ‘no’ to me last night?” He said softly as he poked the bruise under Alfred’s eye.

“I…I’m not saying ‘no’ I’m just saying…maybe later…at least not here where everyone can see!”

“What? Are you worried about Ivan? He doesn’t care.” Winter had to use little force to press Alfred down on his knees. Ivan felt a growl rumble in his throat but it was too low for Winter to hear. “Personally, I think Ivan doesn’t dick around enough. He has the authority.”

‘Because I respect the other who are slaves…just like me.’ Ivan said to himself and looked away again, not trusting himself to say or do something drastic. He knew what Winter was planning on having Alfred do in the middle of the peach orchard.

“Please…not where everyone can see…”

“Speak again and you’ll have another bruise to match the current one. I’ll tie you over until lunch.” He chuckled and Ivan felt his insides turn at the joke.

Ivan kept his back turn as he heard soft noises coming from behind him. It was obvious what Alfred was doing. After all, he couldn’t deny his ‘master’ without being punished for it. Alfred’s muffled sounds were stinging his ears and he had to cross his arms to keep his fists from clenching. If they did not just confess their lust and desire for one another, this current scene wouldn’t be affecting him as much. Winter was old enough to be their father and Alfred was wasted on an old goat like him. Winter’s grunts and Alfred’s strangled moans increased, as they must be reaching the end of their act. Ivan couldn’t bear to turn around until they were completely done or he may just loose his temper. What they both did not need was for Winter to take out his whip. The satisfied groan that came from Winter’s throat signaled that he reached his completion and Ivan turned back around. Alfred was on his hands and knees, coughing into his arm as Winter tucked himself back into his pants. Ivan kept his best straight face so his anger wouldn’t show.

“I’m sure Alfred respects you turning away.” Winter said with a chuckle as Alfred got back to his feet, wiping his mouth. “You can continue picking the fruits for him.” Winter said to Ivan with a smirk. “We’ll pick up our training tonight instead.” He took Alfred’s hand in his own. “My little mink here has awakened my need for more of him.”

“But…I don’t want Ivan doing my chores! That’s not fair to him! He has his own work to do! AH!” Winter twisted his wrist painfully.

“Don’t question my orders.” Winter said firmly before turning to Ivan. “Get to it!”

“Let me go!” Alfred demanded and tried to pull away from him. “I said ‘no’!” Ivan wanted nothing more than to shout at Alfred to stop his protesting before he got punished but he kept silent. He couldn’t let on that he cared deeply for Alfred or else all hell would break loose. It was still tearing him up inside.

“You don’t say ‘no’ to your superiors, slave!” Winter hollered at him and Ivan watched as Alfred was slung over his shoulder.

Alfred protested by kicking wildly and pounding his fists on Winter’s back. Winter ignored him and started to walk off with the man still slung over his shoulder. Ivan took a step forward as he was ready to go after them but Alfred shook his head. Those soft blue eyes were pleading with him not to follow and Ivan obeyed. He would have to catch up with Alfred later after Winter was done having his ‘way’ with him. The jealousy and anger that was building up inside of him was unlike anything he had felt before. With a heavy growl, he picked up a peach from the basket and crushed it in his fist. The man who had helped raise and train him was now becoming his enemy. When he woke up, the day was looking like any other but now things were going to change. For better or for worse, he could not say. All he knew right now was that he wanted Alfred in his arms and no other. And that he will see done.

End Chapter 1 TBC
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Decadence Escaping	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Decadence Escaping