This is a present for Emismpunk! I usually don't care too much for 'Love-at-first-sight-fairytale-sheiste' stuff, but it is one of the really fun Clichés to do! IF you haven't already read 'Perfect Wife' then I suggest you do!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! There are multiple fairytale and folklore take offs in this.
Warning: Cursing, OOCness, possible sexual references.
Special Thanks to the sweet and kind HipsterMustache, who is my sexy beta!
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Once upon a time, in the vast and rich Kingdom, there was a father and his two children, who were by blood. He, Francis Bonnefoy, was in his late forties and growing too old to work on the fields for long hours. He was in a low class and rather poor, but his wits helped him support these two sons. In his younger years, he would whore himself out to keep his sons well supplied with everything they could need, even starting a small savings fund for when he was unable to work. His efforts were never in vain, and both boys survived through their rough and motherless life. Both grew to be strong in different fields of living and relied on each other for the aspects that they lacked.
His eldest son was named Matthew Bonnefoy; he was very tall, smart, witty, and well toned, but also a rather shy man. He was a handsome man, looking much like his father. He had wavy honey blond hair, purple-blue eyes, tan skin, and had a single curly strand that hung out of place. Matthew, being nineteen, had to do many of the more selling and marketing chores. He would have to sell the crops and produce from their farm, since his father was usually to ill or weak to do so. Matthew also grew to being extremely protective over his younger sibling, who was an odd young teen named Alfred. Alfred was much shorter than his older brother, he was very loud, and not the most intelligent person in the world.
Alfred Bonnefoy looked different from his father and his brother, not fully growing into his height at a young age like Matthew did. Alfred had shoulder length hair, that shone a sweet wheat color, and it was tied with a red ribbon his mother left him. He was known for his Lolita looks, still looking like an eleven year old instead of the sixteen year old he was. Alfred had sapphire blue eyes and sun-kissed skin, a bright smile, and a stubborn cowlick that would never go down. Alfred was a loud individual and was very strong for his body, doing more of the labor requiring chores than his older brother.
Their mother, a woman named Alice Kirkland, passed away while giving birth to Alfred, leaving her husband to raise a three year old and an infant. Matthew and Alfred never knew their mother, but what they heard from their father they seemed to think she was rather stuck up. But it was only four years after Alfred's birth when Francis decided he needed help. He remarried an old friend of his, another man named Wang Yao. Yao instantly took to Alfred, who did not threaten any inheritances to the older children. Both Alfred and Matthew did not care that their father married another man, since both of them were uncertain about their own orientations.
Yao had two sons as well, both from different mothers and both being older than Francis' youngest. The oldest, who was the same age as Matthew, was Kiku. His youngest was Im Young, who was almost two years older than Alfred. What Kiku lacked in height, he made up for in knowledge. Yao had made sure to educate his sons to be superior to the other children of the Westerns Kingdom that they had moved from.
Yao and Im Young had very dark brown hair and pale skin, while Kiku had black hair and almost porcelain white skin. Yao had almost golden colored eyes, while both of his sons had dark brown eyes. Both Yao and Kiku were rather quiet, however, Im Young was more active and hyper than the older two.
Francis happily welcomed the growth of his family, though it was a bigger burden financially. Yao became a tailor while his sons worked inside the house to keep it clean, to cook, and to take care of Francis. He tried to keep them from being constantly filthy like Alfred. Matthew was much more cautious and clean than Alfred, who would dive into mud for the mere fun of it.
Their lives were easy to live with, living by pay-to-pay, and they kept each other safe from the dangers of the woods that were no farther than a mile from their house. The house they lived in was a small, one story home with only five rooms. They shared a kitchen, a bedroom for the four boys to share, a bedroom for Francis and Yao, a den, and a bathroom. It might have been cramped, but it was home for the family of six.
The wood, which was a refuge for Demons, thieves, and monsters, bordered the farm land and kept many away from it. The five oldest believed no such fairytales of the woods, but Alfred was mortally terrified of the dark place. He had often heard voices cooing to him while he was in the field, begging him to venture away from his home and into the welcoming arms of a beast. Alfred had claimed many times to be seeing violet eyes watching him from the bushes; he assumed that was the beast calling to him.
At first, Alfred said that the beast called him 'young maiden', calling him in a deep, dark voice. The beast called him to join him everyday, and at times Alfred thought about doing so.
"Come fair young maiden, leave behind your laboring tools and come join me." Alfred told his brothers what the violet-eyed beast had said. Yao and Francis became worried that Alfred was delusional, though Francis had claimed a few times that Alice saw things and talked to odd-named imaginary creatures. Matthew became extremely worried one day when Alfred came to him and said the same thing that the beast had told him.
"Come young Alfred, leave behind those who dwell under your father's roof, come and become one with me!" Alfred cried the words the beast had cooed darkly to him. Matthew realized that on that day Yao had stepped outside and called for Alfred, using his name to address him. The chanting of the beast lasted for many years and frightened Alfred to the point where he couldn't sleep for long periods of time. Matthew begged his father to let him take Alfred to see a doctor, but Francis knew he had no money for such a luxury.
One day, a man walked from out of the woods and knocked on the old wooden door of the Bonnefoy home. Yao answered and politely invited the man to come inside of their home, which he did with grace.
The young man told Yao that he must speak to Francis immediately and that it was urgent, for it was about a relative of his children. Yao took the man to their bedroom, where Francis laid ill in the bed, and told Francis that the man was here to speak with him. Francis looked over the man and nodded, telling him that he recognized his presence.
"Why has a youngling like you come to my home?" Francis asked, squinting his old sky-blue eyes to get a steady look at the man. "Who are you, boy?" Francis asked the man, who looked at the floor to try and avoid eye contact.
"I am Toris Laurinaitis, and I bring a message from Ms. Natalia Arlovskaya. It is addressed to you, sir." The shaky man said, handing Francis a folded letter from Ms. Arlovskaya. Francis did not take the letter, but gave Yao a look, who nodded and took the letter. Yao opened it and began to scan over the nice handwriting of an old woman.
"What does it say, mon cher?" Francis asked, opening his eyes a bit to try and see Yao's face clearly. Yao's face was blank as he finished the short note.
"In simple terms, my love, it is saying that this woman is dying and asks for you to send her grandsons to visit before she dies. Who is she?" Yao asked, though he had a good idea about who she was.
"That is my late wife's mother, but she has never seen Alfred." Francis informed, remembering the last time that she had visited them. It was Matthew's second birthday and she had walked all the way from her isolated home to see her only grandchild.
"That poor old woman. Is her husband still alive?" Yao asked, worried for the sake of the elder. Francis shook his head as he thought about what Alice had told him.
"She had Alice out of wedlock and the man left when he found out." Francis informed, and Yao's face had sorrow drawn all over it.
"Then we should send both of them, and we could also send some breads and eggs." Yao said, feeling pity wash over him. Francis shook his head again, knowing he could not send both of his sons to visit the old woman.
"No, we shall only send Alfred, we need Matthew to work." Francis said, thinking about the best way to allow Natalia to see at least one child. Yao nodded and placed the letter down, knowing Francis would not change his mind.
"Are you heading back into the woods, boy?" Francis asked Toris, who jumped as he was addressed.
"No sir, I am heading to the West Coast, because I must meet up with my little brother. I just happened to have passed the old woman when she waved me towards her." Toris explained, and Francis nodded. He would have to send Alfred alone to the cottage in the woods.
"Thank you, boy. Now go to your brother, we shall make sure my son fulfills her wishes." Francis said, shooing the brunette boy to leave. Toris bowed and left quickly, not wanting to bother the old farmer any longer. Yao watched as Francis tried to sit up from his bed, stopping him before he could sit fully erect.
"Be careful now." Yao mumbled, only to receive a small chuckle from the blond man.
"Could you please get Alfred? I would like to go ahead and get him ready. I want him to leave before the sun rises tomorrow. Those woods can swallow daylight and cause you to lose your way so easily." Francis said. Yao nodded and left his husband to fetch the boy. Yao saw Alfred feeding the chickens and talking quietly to himself about slaying the beast in the woods for eating one of their goats.
"Alfred! Come here, boy!" Yao yelled when he noticed Alfred was not going to turn around. Alfred smiled and turned to see Yao standing on the back porch with his favorite orange robe swaying in the late autumn breeze. Yao always seemed to look nice, as well as the other four, and Alfred always enjoyed feeling comfortable instead of looking nice. Even Matthew seemed to look presentable, and he worked in the fields as well as Alfred. Alfred sighed and dumped the rest of the chicken feed and ran to Yao's call.
"Yes?" Alfred asked, looking up at Yao with his big blue eyes. Yao smiled and motioned Alfred to come inside, which meant he was either in trouble or he had gotten a new job. Alfred kicked off his large boots, that use to be Matthews, and followed Yao to their Bedroom. Alfred smiled at his dad, who smiled back at the joyful face of his youngest.
"Hey dad, are you feeling okay?" Alfred asked, walking over to his dad's side. Francis nodded and picked up the note off the nightstand that Yao had left it on.
"I have something very important for you to do, Alfred." Francis said before handing him the note.
Alfred took the note and began to read, which he had learned to do because Yao had taught Matthew and him. Alfred paused when he recognized the signature, which he had seen on many letters written to his mom. "You want me to visit her?" Alfred asked, looking slightly confused and worried.
"Yes, she is your grandmother and she would like to see both you and your brother. But we need Matthew here. You will bring her some breads and eggs, and stay with her until she passes away." Francis said, closing his eyes from the lack of energy.
"You mean you want me to go into the woods, to find a lady I don't even know, and watch her die?" Alfred asked, raising his voice. Francis nodded. He was not in the mood to punish Alfred for his disrespectfulness; he would have Yao do that when he got home.
"You do realize that the beast is in there, right?" Alfred asked, causing Yao to sigh from the imaginative mind of Alfred. Francis nodded to Alfred's question, feeling too tired to even tell Yao to hit the boy across his head.
"Okay, just making sure you're not completely senile." Alfred commented, only getting a smirk and a slight chuckle from his father. Yao knew that Alfred was the sunshine of the family and he always had the ability to make the situations light and happy. Even while Francis was on his deathbed, he smiled at his son's twisted humor.
"Yao will ready you a basket for your trip. Words of advice, my son...do not get on her bad side." Francis spoke clearly to get his message through his son's thick head. Alfred nodded and flung his arms around his father, giving him a big hug before he packed for the trip.
"How will I know where to go?" Alfred asked his dad in a soft voice. Francis opened his eyes to see his son's face close to his. He grinned and kissed Alfred's cheek, showing his loving side to his innocent baby boy.
"There is a path to her house, but if you get lost, just follow the river north." Francis said, remembering the two short ways of getting to the hidden home.
"Okay." Alfred simply answered as he kissed his father's forehead and removed himself off of him. Yao placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder and escorted him out of their room, knowing Francis was about to fall asleep. Alfred went back to his chores outside and Yao went to making the bread for Natalia. Yao looked out of the window as Alfred began to plow the empty corn garden, for they had just harvested a good helping and sold it in the market. Yao went back to making the bread and stopped focusing on what the children could be doing.
Alfred happily made his way down the second row of empty corn fields and stopped at the forest's edge which antagonized him greatly. He looked into the woods and saw the violet eyes watching him like always, and swore he could have seen a smirk to match it. Did the beast know that Alfred would be in his clutches tomorrow? Surely not! He could not have heard the faint whispers of Francis' assignment to Alfred, not from the bed that rested inside the house that sat a mile away. Surely not.
Alfred looked away and continued his plowing, still giving short glances over his shoulder to see the eyes still watching him and hear the voice in the wind that spoke so softly to him.
"Come young Alfred, for tomorrow can not wait, soon you will become one with me..." It cooed softly in Alfred's ears. So soft the voice seemed. Loving and kindly, unlike the deep and threatening way it was for the past years. Were all those callings from the past now adding up for the events that could play out tomorrow? Poor Alfred had no clue, and this scared him to the point of tears.
Hours passed and Alfred finished his chores, listening to the haunting phrase over and over. At one point he could not tell if the beast was still talking or if his head just replaying the soft voice. Either way, Alfred was scared for tomorrow. He stopped at the stables and looked in, only to see Matthew grooming one of the three horses that they owned. Alfred did not know if he should tell Matthew about the letter from Ms. Arlovskaya. He decided he would let his father or Yao tell him. Matthew was on his knees and brushing the fur that coated the mare's strong legs, humming softly to himself in peace.
Alfred assumed that if Matthew knew ahead of time then he would put his foot down and not allow Alfred to venture alone. Matthew did not notice his brother, too busy making sure the coat of the mare was shining perfectly. Alfred made a loud whistle, which made the horse jump away from Matthew. Matthew screamed and jumped back as well, which made Alfred burst into a fit of laughter.
"You ass! You could have gotten me seriously hurt!" Matthew told his brother, voice soft as always, who only continued to laugh at the situation. Matthew's face grew red with anger and he threw the mare's brush at his brother, knocking him in his head. Alfred fell backwards from the cheap attack and landed on his butt. Matthew gave a small victory smirk as Alfred groaned in pain and held his sore forehead.
"That hurt, you jerk!" Alfred moaned painfully as he cupped his head. Matthew smirked and began to steady the horse from its frightful state.
"Have you finished your chores?" Matthew asked as horse began to relax to his soothing touch. Alfred sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, you almost done?" Alfred asked, hoping his brother could entertain him until dusk. Matthew shook his head and looked at his brother, who was standing up and dusting off his rag-like shorts. He heard Alfred let out a complaint about having Yao washing these shorts before tomorrow, which made Matthew raise an eyebrow in confusion. He had never heard Alfred be worried about his clothes being washed or not.
"I must go into town for a while. Im Young made some goat cheese today and from the smell of it, Yao is making bread." Matthew said, taking a deep breath in and getting a good whiff of the baking bread. Alfred slightly chuckled, knowing the bread was for Ms. Arlovskaya and not for selling in town. Matthew raised his eyebrow in curiosity at his brother's sudden sound, but he did not ask him because Alfred usually laughed at very stupid things. Even if the things were stupid, Matthew still welcomed Alfred's warming laugh, which could always make him happy.
"I'm going to bother Kiku..." Alfred said before whipping away and dashing to the house, leaving Matthew to sigh and silently complain about Alfred. Matthew was not fond of his two Asian step-brothers and he was always suspicious around Kiku. Kiku was a very cunning and manipulative person, who would always wait for the right moment.
Alfred ran into the house and saw Kiku sitting down in the den reading a book and sipping tea, which could always be found around the house. Alfred stood at the door and looked at the raven-haired man, who was completely focused on his book.
"Hey Kiku! What are you up to?" Alfred yelled happily, making the teen jump from the sudden outburst. He did not have to look over to know who was there, but he did out of common courtesy. He examined his step-brother, who was covered in dirt from the field, and scrunched up his nose from the horrendous smell of the farm.
"Alfred, before you burst in here, you could at least go bathe." Kiku said slightly venomously to the happy blond. Alfred's face went from happy to an annoyed expression instantly, not liking how Kiku's first response was either an insult or an obvious observation.
"Well, hello to you too." Alfred said bitterly, causing Kiku to sigh at Alfred's childish behavior.
"Please Alfred, just go bathe." Kiku shot Alfred a glare of complete annoyance, causing shivers to race down Alfred's spine. Alfred grumbled as he made his way to their washroom, knowing no one would stop him from getting clean. Alfred had a reputation for going days without bathing, which made the others almost sick to their stomach, so when he did bathe it made everything better. He was a farm boy and was always outside, working in the heat and dirt for hours and sometimes from sunrise to sunset. Matthew was better about bathing, and usually Alfred would happily bathe with Matthew.
Hours passed after Alfred's bath and the sun was dipping to the west, which meant it was time for everyone to come inside for supper. Alfred was already in his night gown, since Yao took his dirty clothes to wash, and Matthew was late from the market. Alfred was worried for his big brother and waited outside till his return, which made the rest of the family worried. The cold fall winds crashed against Alfred's bare legs, the current of wind caused tears to form, and the thin night gown did very little help in keeping him warm. Alfred was asked to come in multiple times, at one point his father yelled at him to escape the bitter weather. But Alfred was too stubborn to please his family and he was waiting outside until he saw the glow of the lantern on Matthew's wagon.
Alfred jumped for joy, happy to know his brother was safe, and he dashed out to meet his brother at the stables. Alfred ran barefoot to the stable and was welcomed by a grinning Matthew, who was also holding their coin bag. Alfred's face grew a smile as he examined the small bag, which was half full with copper and silver pieces. Matthew took Alfred's arm and the two walked inside of the warm house, both getting scowled at by Yao. Matthew got off easy once he showed them his day's pay, which was a bit more than they would usually get from cheeses. Alfred, on the other end, was sent to bed early because he did not listen to the others.
Alfred grumbled as he finished his dinner, being the first to get done, and dragged his tiresome feet to his small bed. He plopped himself on his bed and cuddled into his blanket and pillow, enjoying the smell of the outdoors that lingered on them. Alfred sat up and looked out the room's single window, which faced the forest. Alfred had poor eyesight but he knew that the violet eyes were peering from the night covered forest, watching him and smirking sickly. Alfred closed his eyes and began to drift away into a dreamless slumber.
An hour before the sun would grace the sky, Yao woke Alfred up from his sleep, as it was time to send the boy off to the forest. Alfred looked up to see Yao with a paper lantern in one hand and Francis' hooded leather coat in the other. Yao pulled Alfred up from his bed and silently dragged him to the kitchen, not wanting to awake the other three sleeping men. Yao had already packed a basket with bread, eggs, some cheese, and milk, as well as a letter from Francis. Alfred stood silently as Yao folded a small sheet over the food. Yao stopped and pointed to the table were a small stack of clothes that he had pulled out for Alfred to wear on his small journey.
Alfred walked to the table and stripped himself of his gown, not caring if Yao saw him in an indecent state. He dressed himself in the long brown pants, a long sleeve cream colored shirt, a pair of boots, and his father's old coat. Yao grabbed Alfred's hand as soon as he was dressed and walked him to the back door, which was the closest exit to the forest path. He opened the door and looked at Alfred; a smile came to his pale lips. He felt as if Alfred was his own son and as if this was a way to show that he was not a little kid anymore, though he did act like it. Alfred smiled back and gave Yao a hug before taking the basket and turning to leave his home. Yao gripped Alfred's shoulder and pulled him back slightly.
"Alfred, please be safe and do not go off the trail." Yao said in a soft whisper, making sure Alfred understood how to get there in the safest way. Alfred smiled sweetly and nodded.
"I'll be fine." Alfred said before he pushed himself away from Yao to venture out. Yao handed Alfred his lantern, not wanting the dark to consume all traces of Alfred. The wheat haired boy smiled and took the lantern. Yao let go of Alfred and gave the teen a worried look, wishing he could send Matthew with him for protection.
"I'll be home soon." Alfred said as he started his journey to Ms. Arlovskaya's cottage, and into the beast's clutches. Yao watched as Alfred became smaller and smaller as distances grew between them and soon Alfred was at the mouth of the forest. Yao noticed that Alfred paused and just looked into the forest before he started off again. Soon Yao could not even see the faint glow from the lantern, so he retreated back to his bedroom and silently prayed that Alfred would be safe.
Alfred, who was now in the forest, looked all around him every few seconds, jumping at every snapping twig and howl from the wind. He knew he was not alone and he knew he could not turn back, fearing to disappoint his ill father. Alfred continued onwards, going deeper and deeper inside of the dark forest. He noticed the sun's rays starting to peer through the tree tops, which meant he was now on a timer to get to Ms. Arlovskaya's cottage before night fall. He knew it could take two days, but he began to sprint so that it would not take that long. He refused to fall asleep in the beast's domain; he was already annoyed that he had to venture inside to find his grandmother.
He kept walking and looking around for danger, but never letting a smile leave his face. He kept replaying his own chant to the beast inside of his head. 'I am the hero! And heroes always win! Heroes don't die!' he happily said over and over in his mind. He was going to make the best of his situation and he was going to get to his grandmother, no matter what evil beast watched him.
As he made his way deeper he continued to smile and repeated his small chant, unaware of the violet eyes watching his closely. The eyes had a smirk to match, and a plan to play out. He was in his land and now he will become a part of him. The beast licked his lips as Alfred slowed to a speedy walk and looked up at the sun's bright rays.
'Come now, keep going deeper, and seal your fate.' The beast thought as he looked over Alfred, like a wolf does to prey.
Alfred kept going forward, ignoring the feelings of being watched and judged. He kept going for hours and finally stopped at the stream that his father told him about, deciding he could take a short break before returning to the trail. He took off the leather coat and placed the basket and lantern on the coat, not wanting them to get ruined. He kneeled in front of the stream and dipped his hands into the flowing water, slightly shivering from the coldness of the liquid. He cupped his hands and brought a small amount of water to his lips, drinking the water and moistening his dry throat.
He smiled from the refreshing drink and began to drink more from the stream. He did not notice the beast was now behind him, watching him dunk his tan hands into the water and drink it. Alfred brought a handful of water to his face to clean off some of the sweat that had formed during his effort to get there faster. The beast licked his lips again and came closer to Alfred, making sure to make no sounds to alert the teen of his presence.
"Is it good?" the beast asked with his deep voice. Alfred jumped and let out a slight shriek from the sudden surprise. Alfred turned around to look at who stood behind him, thought he did recognize the voice right off the bat. He looked at the beast in front of him, taking in the sight of the monster that had been watching him for years. The beast towered over Alfred by at least two and a half feet, or even three, and even his nose was large. His eyes were the same violet color, his hair was a silver-ish color, his skin was pale, his teeth were white and all were sharp, his nails were pointed dangerously, he had on a large coat and a scarf wrapped around his neck. Along with all of that, he had a white tail, and he had a pair of white wolf ears that sat on his head.
Alfred felt his heart race with fear, which the beast must have heard; he smirked wickedly at him. The beast walked closer to Alfred, who was frozen in place, and soon he was right in front of the teen. The beast gave Alfred an innocent smile and placed a few claw-like fingers under Alfred's chin, pulling it up so that they made complete eye contact. The beast licked his lips as Alfred began to shake in his boots, scared he was going to get eaten by the large beast.
"You never answer my question, human." the beast said softly to Alfred, who gulped loudly. Alfred lost all words and he just nodded to the inhuman creature in front of him. The beast smirked, loving the sound of Alfred's racing heartbeats. "Why are you out here?" The beast asked, scanning his eyes over Alfred's lean body.
"I-I am visiting my g-grandmother." Alfred stuttered nervously, though the beast found Alfred's reactions to be cute. The beast knew who Alfred was going to visit, considering he had met the woman on many occasions and she was the only person who lived in the forest.
"You have quite the walk ahead of you; do you plan on making it there by nightfall?" The beast asked.
"Y-yes sir." Alfred said, mentally slapping himself for using his manners that Yao always pushed him to use. The beast smirked, feeling complemented by being called 'sir'.
"Call me Ivan." The beast, Ivan, said, before he dipped his head down to capture Alfred's lips. Alfred moved out of the way just in time to keep his first kiss safe, not ready to lose it to some demon. Ivan frowned in disapproval and shot Alfred a weakening glare.
"You won't make it there by nightfall." Ivan said, letting go of Alfred's chin.
"Not with you stopping me, I won't." Alfred said, lifting the lantern and basket off his coat. He slipped on the jacket and went to leave Ivan and make his way to his grandmother's home. Ivan gave a slight chuckle and took hold of Alfred's arm before he could get away from him. After all, Alfred was his prey.
"It will take you three days to get there, which is if you travel by night as well." Ivan informed the blond teen. Alfred looked at Ivan and groaned, wishing the trip would have only taken him a single day. "But if you pay me, I will get you there by sunset." Ivan offered, causing Alfred's eyes to glisten with hope. Ivan knew Alfred hated the dark, and he would like to get Alfred inside before any other demon saw his beautiful Sunflower.
"Sure! What do you want!" Alfred said, raising his voice with joy. Ivan's eyes also seemed to turn into a brighter color at Alfred's response to his offer. He had been waiting for a moment like this with Alfred, and the gods must have been on his side today to grace him with this opportunity.
"All you have to do is give me a kiss, and I will bring you there." Ivan said, pulling Alfred close to him and brushing one finger over Alfred's soft lips. Alfred's face turned bright red at Ivan's words and slightly pushed himself away, but was pulled back in by Ivan. "A simple little kiss and you can meet your grandmother tonight." Ivan said, trying to win Alfred's kiss. Ivan would do anything to keep Alfred, and has been trying to woo him into the forest for years, and now he had a chance to win over at least the boy's first kiss.
Alfred stood there and began to think about Ivan's offer logically, which was uncommon for him to do, and decided that a single kiss would cause no one any harm. Ivan seemed to perk up when Alfred's facial expression changed from thinking to a soft look. "Fine..." Alfred said, causing Ivan to almost jump out of his skin with joy.
"But only a kiss." Alfred said, setting rules for the beast. Ivan nodded and pulled Alfred closer before landing a kiss right on Alfred's pink lips. Alfred closed his eyes, not wanting to see the beast ravage his lips. Ivan savored the sweet smell of human flesh and the feeling of Alfred's soft lips, wishing he could go further. He began to move his lips a bit, wondering if Alfred would give away and let him go further willingly. Ivan let loose a light growl, which made Alfred shiver, and he started pushing his tongue against Alfred's lips. Ivan began to rub Alfred's arms and soon began to rub the boy's hips, which seemed to dance slowly and smoothly in his grasp.
Alfred gasped when Ivan began to dig his claws into his soft skin, opening his mouth for the demon to have full access to. Ivan slipped his tongue inside of Alfred's mouth, exploring the wet and warm cavern. He let out a pleasurable growl as he pulled Alfred closer and kissed him rougher. Alfred did not know what to do, so he moved his tongue and it brushed against Ivan's invading one. Ivan smirked into the kiss and moved his clawed hand down to Alfred's groin, cupping the boy's warm private area. Alfred jumped away from the kiss and smacked Ivan's hand away from it. Ivan was not that lucky and ended up pulling away after awhile, realizing he was going to be going anywhere further.
"Keep your eyes closed until I say so." Ivan whispered softly in Alfred's ear. Alfred was going to protest but he felt himself getting picked up by the strong arms of Ivan. He kept his eyes closed as Ivan started to walk, and he ended up dropping the lantern and never retrieved it. He held onto the basket for dear life as Ivan continued to walk. If Alfred said he was not scared then he would be lying, but he said nothing to Ivan. He did not trust Ivan, but if had denied the beast than he would have been taken and Ivan could do whatever he wanted. He kept his eyes closed and prayed that Ivan was not lying to him, praying he was making a good choice, and wishing he could hurry up and open his eyes.
Ivan carried the boy for hours and stopped at a point, not telling Alfred to open his eyes yet. Alfred knew it was dark, since the temperature had dropped greatly, but obeyed Ivan's commands. Ivan set Alfred down and turned Alfred to face his chest, though his eyes were still closed tightly. "If you ever need me again, I will be waiting." Ivan said, kissing Alfred's forehead. "My sweet little sunflower." Ivan said, moving his head down and kissing Alfred's lips one last time.
"You may open your eyes..." Ivan said softly. Alfred opened his eyes and turned away from Ivan's chest to see where he was. He was facing a small cottage that shone in the moon's pale light- Ms. Arlovskaya's home.
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