***Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia nor am I making any profit off this fic

***Warnings: Explicit language and heavy Yaoi. there is one sex scene surrounded by (###) if it bother's you please scroll past it. It will be explained in later in the story.

"I can't wait to turn your soul as black as mine." Two men in one room: one Dominating, the other complying wordlessly, each sneering in their own little way."

ONE DAY EARLIER 8:52 P.M.

A slim framed man, famous for his egotistical and narcissistic persona, meandered through a maze of desks and hunched men with fatigued faces. Black and tightly fitting, his whole attire screamed 'I don't belong here!'

"Ludwig! The hell Brüder, asking me to meet you, I have places to be!" His voice was easily identified by a heavy Germanic accent and the sarcasm laced words.

"Like a club?" A gruff voice of authority addressed the unconventional figure invading the official styled workplace. "Unlike you, Older Brüder, I have a job that needs dealing with. I haven't seen you in a couple days so I want to have lunch, if you're not completely against the suggestion Gilbert?"

A short nod came from the individual "As long as you're paying I don't mind."

"Gilbert, I always pay. We live in the same house for God's sake, why wouldn't I pay?" A slight air of humor entered the otherwise precise words of the younger.

9:35 P.M.

A pale faced man, skin almost as creamy white as milk, swiftly strode into a refined café, disregarding the incredulous look of the hostess. Another man, much taller with thick blonde locks gelled back and combed to perfection stepped up, apologizing. Steely blue eyes pierced through the room to where the other had sat, knees crossed expectantly. "Ahem. Excuse my elder Brüder's insolence; he is a bit... wild." He inclined his head going on with an upper classmen tone, "We would like that table please, just the two menus will do."

Blue eyes of crystal sapphire glared at the albino sitting at the booth. "You know, you don't have to disrespect everyone you meet right? Gilbert, you should not go ambling around like some dog."

"Well maybe I like to be a dog? Running around free unbound by the rules of society you so justly follow." Gilbert took up Ludwig's authoritative tone, mocking him in every way.

The German's eyes crinkled at the corners in a smile, while his face remained passive. "Fine do whatever. Let us just dine and have fun. It has been so long since I received a break from the department." Gilbert complied and they soon ordered, eating and enjoying each other's company.

11:37 P.M.

Dinner ended and Gilbert had convinced the high strung male to attend one of the Albino's favorite outings. Clubbing. This particular club catered to the shadier sides of town. Everyone, including Gilbert, was dressed in similarly fashioned clothes. Black garments ripped in various places, all tight fitting and all revealing more than a little skin. Gilbert smirked at his Younger's reaction to the place. He was dressed in a business suit and was by far the most noticeably misplaced person there.

"Yo Ludd, take off the jacket and mess up your hair!" The pale man practically cackled at his Brother's expression which read 'how could you!'

"I will do no such thing, I am leaving and taking you with me!"

Gilbert's response was a defiant shake of the head and a tongue stuck out. He grinned and removed his thin shirt exposing an extremely tight, fish-net, tank top. Ludwig stared wide eyed at his older Brother. The sensually revealing clothing was a shock. Since when did he own such a thing! He nearly grabbed his Brother by the waist and forced him out before Gilbert could get in any word.

Forcefully Gilbert wrenched himself free and gave a dirty incredulous look to his Younger Brother. "The fuck are you doing Brüder! If you don't want to stay that's fine! Try getting laid for once!" The pale man's face was contorted in resentment at the other's movements and he purposely moved to a crowd of the rambunctious clubbers, clearly done with the conversation. In here, he was normal. In here, no one judged him.

12:58 A.M.

Gilbert had drifted from his annoyingly 'on-the-path' Brother, coming to a small bar inside the club. No one in particular was around and he relaxed, finally where he belonged. Casually, two pale arms extended in a stretch and rest behind his head. The room was uncomfortably warm and also smelled strongly of liquor, along with sweat and drug smoke wafting from peoples' mouths. Though this was his 'home,' Gilbert never got over one thing: the sense of lingering eyes, as if someone were constantly watching him.

11:03 P.M. THE SAME NIGHT

As was the norm, a man dressed in dark clothes entered the club at exactly 11:03 P.M. From then on he would prey upon the humans in the foul smelling cesspit, taking his time and choosing his victims precisely. Iconically vibrant eyes of lilac ran through the room searching for the weak minded. There, a woman, dressed in possibly the most revealing dress here, wobbled over to a group. 'Perfect' the man thought, taking his calculated steps closer. Easily he had the woman in his cold, pulseless, grip, swaying her to the tune of disgustingly loud music. Within a couple minutes he had danced her from the group and was cupping her face. His lips descended, mere centimeters from hers, before he diverted and bit down on her exposed neck. Hollowed fangs sunk deep in the lady's neck, draining her of any blood she may have previously possessed. Crimson dripped from his pale lips, as the man wiped off the residue with a kerchief. His thirst quenched, the vampire stalked the room for another purpose. It was always the same, people appeared to possess qualities he searched for, yet to his dismay they were all façades.

1:01 A.M.

'A scent… something alluring.' His nose, tailored to pick up the slightest fluctuations in scent, had found something interesting. Following the smell, he was greeted with an interesting sight, someone just as pale as his kind, yet not quite the same. He did not own the qualities of the others; they all smelled like their respective Kings. Along with that in mind, no Offspring of another would dare enter his territory. 'Interesting.'

With his hypnotic purple hues trained on the male's back, he reached out with his mind, 'Turn your head my pet. Let me see who you really are.' The man before him stiffened, as if sensing something off. His snowy locks turned around slowly, maroon tinted eyes darting to and fro. 'Come little one, follow.' The male stood from his chair, just about to make the first steps away from the bar, when an Annoyance blocked the vampire's gaze.

"Ivan. What filth has my King set his eyes on? I don't suppose it's that disgusting look alike? Shall I kill him?" Another set of fanged teeth twisted into a smile. Electric blue eyes crackled in zealous anticipation.

'Cumbersome.' "Alfred, kindly REMOVE your obnoxious self from my view. Yes thank you." A strong arm pushed the lesser vampire from eyesight, but it was too late. The mysterious figure had gone. 'Irksome.' "You. Neck. Now."

Wordlessly the blonde exposed his neck, sliding his frame right up against his King's. "Yes Master. Drink away; it's my pleasure to feed you."

'This male is irrationally irritating. Shall I drink you dry this time?— No, you are too useful, too valuable to me.' Lustrous white flashed a moment before sinking deep into the exposed flesh. The Offspring beneath him shivered, lips parted in a dazed smile. Ivan released his bite, gazing down in disgust at the vampire in his arms. "You enjoy it too much."

"M-maybe… but Ivan your kiss is addicting. Every night, in that room of yours, your kisses just— "

"Enough Alfred, be happy you survive as my chosen Companion. You are strong, just too overbearingly jealous."

"Aw c'mon Ivan, can't you just call me your mate? Or better yet, your Queen? You're never going to find someone quite to your taste, and I'm the closest so far. Does my blood not suit my Master well? You enjoy it right? I have served well in many places, in many ways, so why can't you hurry up and crown me?

"Alfred I am becoming increasingly pestered. Do not question my decision. If I had you Queen, my Offspring would all die to your hands of jealousy and I would regain a thousand year migraine."

"That retched little vamp had no business setting its filthy eyes on you my King. Of course he had to go—"

"Alfred. Do not anger me anymore. And do not refer to your kin as 'vamp.' Do I have to remind you of your place?" Eyes of iridescent violet shown with cruelty, as a gloved hand came around the other's chin. "Do not test me my sweet morsel."

"Y-Yes Ivan—"

"King. Yes King Ivan."

"Of course, I apologize King Ivan. I will refrain from calling them that." His previously cocky expression was now bathed in a slightly frightened hue as the Vampire lowered his head in submission. Blonde locks shifted with the motion, his jaw working against the tight grip to his mouth.

"Good. Now look at your King and Master." He pulled Alfred's chin up, scrutinizing the shaky blue eyes. "I want that human found. And I want him alive." He released his grip, turning and stalking to the exit. 'Alfred, bring him to me. I want to see that look-alike begging for his life.' Once again, his mind filtered through the duller brains, directing the message to the underling, 'Bring him to me and you shall be rewarded.'

Gilbert shivered, feeling compelled to turn his head around. Pink eyes landed upon a man gazing at him from across the club, and another tremor flew down his back. 'What is this invading feeling? Who are you?!' He noticed the man was almost just as pale as him, possibly an albino just as he was. Though, something was off about this man… something about his seemingly glowing violet eyes had him craving his attention. Lithe frame slowly rising, he started to make his way over there when the connection was broken. The strange man's face hidden in the crowd once more, Gilbert shook his head. 'The HELL was that!? Fuck this place I'm leaving!'

A new confused frown plastered to his face, Gilbert made his way to the club exit. He was done killing brain cells in this pot fumed dump. He had no problems leaving the building and even less problems when he began making his way home. Ludwig would be furious he didn't come home with him but… fuck that noise, he was Gilbert fucking Beilschmidt and he was too awesome to listen to that bullshit! Besides, it was a little past one and his brother was probably asleep by now anyhow.

1:46 A.M.

Half an hour rolled by and Gilbert was just about to reach his and Ludwig's joint residency when something peculiar caught his eye. It wasn't unusual for druggies or hobos (or as Ludwig like to call them, the unfortunate people that didn't work their asses off for proper housing) to roam around the streets, but it WAS unusual for them to be heading straight towards you, especially if they were grinning madly and reaching their arms out making grabby motions with their hands. Gilbert's eyes widened and haphazardly he groped around for his keys while he ran away, said person on his heels.

"Go away hobo! Stop chasing me!"

The man chasing him did no such thing and tackled him to the floor "GOT YOU!" he squealed, "Master's going to reward me now!"

Gilbert oomph-ed and landed with his face flat on the pavement. "THE FUCKING HELL! GET OFF ME BASTARD! THAT HURT YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Surprisingly this hobo was strong… and heavy. Despite all of Gilbert's panicked wiggling simply he could not break free. Suddenly the man's face was right next to his ear and a tongue was drifting across the shell. Gilbert tensed, furiously moving his head away from the breathing beside him.

"I want to just taste you right now! But King Ivan would not be please…" the figure's blonde hair shifted away, revealing two stunning blue eyes. Though they were blue in color they were nothing like Ludwig's pale blue, oh no. These eyes were electric and glowing eerily. "So little mongrel, say goodbye to your life!"

Gilbert yelped when this… this… ugh! "Who the hell are you!"

"Alfred. Alfred Jones under the Black King. Remember it because I'm the one that's delivering you to death!" this Alfred person declared while giggling like a little kid.

Gilbert struggled as 'Alfred Jones under the Black King' lifted him up and flung him over his shoulder. Helplessly, the Albino beat his stick like arms against the assailant, only gaining a severe squeeze to his abdomen.

"Do that again, and my hand will be through that weak fleshy stomach of yours!"

Gilbert stopped struggling at that, merely hanging his head in defeat. 'What the actual fuck is going on! And who the hell was this King Ivan, or Black King or whatever!?'

3:00 A.M.

'Master I have him!'

Ivan was sitting contently in a chair when the message reached his mind. A tiny smile tugged at his lips, exposing a pair of pearly fangs. 'Perfect. Bring him here and you shall receive your reward. I am feeling particularly parched again and am craving some American.' He fired back.

Ivan stood, arms crossed as the figure that was Alfred ascended the stairs. Over his shoulder was the pale man from before. Purple irises gazed at his sleeping form before concluding him as the man from before. "Put him there in my chair, bind and gag him too. Then come here in my arms," he smiled again, Alfred's face lighting up.

"Yes my King. This little twerp was quite annoying to carry. He kept hitting me or back talking until I knocked him out. Ugh! My hands smell like human!"

"Shhh my little savory bite, come here. I will soothe you."

Alfred wasted no time him huddling up next to Ivan. He buried his pale nose against Ivan's chest, arms wrapping around his broad form. Ivan cooed sweetly in his ear, rubbing small circles into Alfred's lower back.

"Come now; let us rest on the bed. I am beginning to hunger for your blood."

Alfred nodded and removed his shirt exposing numerous bite marks of old. Though Vampires healed quickly and never scarred, a King's bite was different. It was a mark directly stating who owned you. A vampire is easily identified by the two puncture wounds on its neck. Those were also used to identify which King they belonged to, and Ivan was by far the most brutal with his bites.

Alfred's body was riddled with marks coating all across his body. Heavier amounts of them trailed along his pectorals and lower stomach nearing his pelvis. The American vampire whined in response to Ivan's slow movements. "Hurry up Maaaster! I want to feel you drain my blooood!"

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Ivan snickered but nodded removing his own clothes. An excited Alfred bounced on the bed slipping his pants off and flinging them on top of his capture. The first thing Ivan did was latch his paled lips onto Al's exposed stomach. Ignoring the other's pleas for fang, Ivan merely kissed his smooth skin, coating it in saliva. His lips trailed up around his chest, feeling Alfred's body wiggly with anticipation.

"Are you going to bite it! Please bite! Bite me there where I squeal! Please King I want it!"

'Annoying.' But Ivan complied anyway. Taking a raised nipple into his mouth, Ivan poked at it with his sharp fangs. Alfred shuddered gripping at the sheets.

"Harder Ivan-ngg- please my K-King!" He whimpered, becoming aroused quickly.

Ivan snickered and bit down hard, drawing blood. 'Pitiful creature.' Ivan thought as he slowly began to suck the crimson liquid pouring from his raised skin. The man underneath let out ragged moans and gripped him tightly around the waist. His violet eyes remained fixed on Alfred's sheen coated skin, the man was dry humping him and it was becoming irritating. A low, animalistic growl escaped his lips as Ivan's hand came around and roughly tugged on Alfred's erect penis. "None of that my delicious treat, I'll be eating you so there is no need

Underneath, Alfred let out a series of mewls and broken gasps as Ivan proceeded to kiss (or draw blood), tugged, and pleasure his body. A warm feeling began spreading throughout his lower belly and he had to fight the urge to release already.

Ivan noticed the Alfred's quivering member and began tugging at his shaft ruthlessly until he let out a high-pitched squeal and came all over his own stomach. Ivan fought the urge to voice his thoughts of annoyance at the sound but instead planted his lips on the American's neck. He bit and deeply sucked in another gulp of blood before becoming satisfied and released his hold.

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Alfred snuggled up to Ivan's cold body, the cool skin a welcome refresher from the heat his body was in. "Master why did you not enter me? I would have liked that very much…"

Ivan merely smiled kissing his temple, "I did not want to scar our little guest. He has been watching for some time." He turned his head, amethyst sparkling irises gazing at a very shocked, very appalled Albino man.

Gilbert had awoken halfway through their little love fest and was absolutely disgusted at the things this King did. Biting the fucking man's nipples and drink his blood through them like it was breast milk, the fucking hell was wrong with them! What's worse was Alfred ENJOYED it!

Ivan pulled Alfred up to his chest, cuddling him while his eyes remained fixated on Gilbert's slim frame. It intrigued him. "You, what is your name? My little dessert seems to have informed you of me. I am Ivan, King and Master, your Master. "

Gilbert cringed at those words and was about to retort but thought better of it. He was tied up and surrounded by crazies after all. Plus, the gag in his mouth did make it a bit hard to speak.

Alfred was getting a bit frisky again, beginning to plant wet, fanged kisses along Ivan's collarbone and move himself around a bit. Gilbert closed his eyes again turning away so he didn't have to witness THAT again.

The last thing Gilbert remembered before his mind blanked was four little words invading his thoughts:

'My intriguing little pet'