Hello, everybody, and welcome to my new work.
To those who are expecting Titanic's fourth chapter, I'm working on it, but scrolling through my computer I found this and, even though it's a bit... controversial, I wanted to upload it because it's the start of a wonderful story, from my point of view.
I'm sure those who had read Memoirs of a Sunflower Petal would find, as the story evolves, some, if not a lot of similarities and it's because it is the same story, but with a character that most of the fandom identifies as uke. I sadly have to inform that I won't be uploading any more of said story as I'm now focused on this one and Titanic.
I promise I won't let you down like I did with the Memoirs, and if I do... you have the right to stone me to death ;)
Also, England might be a little OOC in order to fit my desires.
Well, without further ado, enjoy the first chapter of a journey to the past! – get the Anastasia reference... just kill me already.
Howard Kirkland could remember, ever since his early childhood, how attracted he felt towards foreign cultures that were perceived as "exotic" in his native England and had always been the one to stand out in his family of five, because he was the most adventurous and, also, because his father professed his love to him more often than it did towards his two older brothers, a fact for which he was resented between the boys. It was obvious that he was the favourite, but his father denied it every time his mother brought it up to him when they were alone or the children had fallen asleep at night. Howard always enjoyed the bond between him and his father and that's why he had been so disappointed that he, the most important person in his little world, was against his prospect of enlisting in the British Navy when he was of age.
"But, father, I have always told you that I wanted to meet other cultures, have a taste of them and have something interesting to tell my children when I had them" he whined to his stoic father, who was sitting in his usual spot in the table. His mother was just as upset, but didn't show it much. His older brother didn't care anymore and his eldest had already left home to move to a new house with his wife. Mr Kirkland huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking off his round glasses. He looked up again, to his son's pleading bright green eyes.
"I don't want you to be upset if what happens is not what you expect. That life isn't a glamorous one and you will hardly ever have time for your family…" his father was interrupted when he was trying to talk some sense into his favourite son's head by his wife.
"If you ever have one" his mother said bitterly, looking down at her food. His father glared at her, but Howard didn't even blink upon hearing that. All he wanted to hear was his father's approval and he would not stop until he achieved it. He decided to speak up again.
"Father, my life will be what I'll make it to be, and I will enlist in the Navy with or without your consent… but I love you" he could hear his brother rolling his eyes upon saying that but didn't care "and I want you to be proud of me" he said. For a moment, his father's expression did not change, but then, a soft smile graced his aging lips. He put his glasses back on and grabbed his son's hands in his'.
"I was always proud of you, my son. I just…" he sighed and looked down "I guess I really don't want you to lose contact with us by going far away" Howard just smiled and he didn't care about the expression in his brother's face just across the table.
"I promise I won't. You will always be in my mind" he said, looking at his father in his eyes with a warm smile, but then added "all of you" he smiled at his mother and brother, even though he didn't feel so particularly attached to them as he did towards his father.
"Then, you have my blessing" his father said and Howard embraced him with a large smile on his face. His father felt a little sad, because he knew that he would hardly see his beloved son as frequently as he would have liked to.
And, just like that, he was off to the seven seas on a ship of the British Empire.
By the decade of the 1890s, he had had a taste of every single culture under the British sun as an Admiral and formed a family of his own while stationed in Malta with a beautiful Scottish girl named Maria McCloud he had met in an officers' club in 1870 and married the same year. He had a lovely pair of redheads that ran around the house and gardens playing and almost destroying their mother's precious flowers, and a brunette that always tagged along when fun was secured. However, Howard felt incomplete.
But everything ended in a morning of April in the year 1891, when his wife gave birth to their youngest and last son. Howard had thought it was going to be the same as always and he loved his new child just like he loved the other three but something made him stand out from his brothers.
He had blonde hair, just like his father and unlike his other family, and his eyes were the purest shade of green he had ever seen. Soon, he became daddy's "little blonde cherry" and favourite, much to their brother's displeasure. His father always seemed to have more love for him than for his brothers and that made his mother upset. He loved to tell him stories that his brothers were tired of hearing, but he mainly loved the stories about his tour through India both when he was a child with his parents and then, as a naval officer stationed in the southern coast.
"Little blonde cherry, come here" Alistair, his eldest brother, said mockingly as he pushed him roughly towards his middle brother, Adwyn, who grabbed him by the shoulders. Arthur was sobbing loudly, and felt that nobody would come to his rescue.
"Little blonde cherry, let me tell you about India" Adwyn said, with a smirk on his face, pushing him towards his youngest older brother, Seamus, who threw him on the muddy ground and grabbed a handful of it.
"Little blonde cherry, eat this!" he said, shoving the mud into little Arthur's mouth, making him gag.
They were laughing, but everything died out when their father came out of the house innocently to check on his children, but when he saw his favourite little boy wiping mud from his mouth and tears from his eyes, kneeling down on the dirty ground and his brothers surrounding him, he saw red "What the bloody hell is going on here?!"
"Daddy!" Arthur sobbed and ran towards him, hiding behind his legs. His father took out a handkerchief and wiped the mud from the corners of his lips and his chin. Adwyn and Seamus were scared to death and knew they had done something that had upset their father greatly, but Alistair stood proud of what he had done. He had shown his little brother his real place in the food chain and not that idealized privileged place his father had put him on.
Arthur watched, still sobbing, as his father spanked his brothers one by one, and when the ordeal was over, Alistair could only glare at the boy who had taken all the love from his father away from them and mutter "Nobody has Alistair Kirkland spanked and gets away with it… twat"
The following day, Arthur's parents received the news that Maria's mother was very sick in her house and they were forced to leave his older child in charge while they visited her. Howard would return in an hour, and their mother would stay there with their grandmother as long as needed "You do everything that Alistair says. Understood, children? Well, cheerio, my dears" he said in the door, while their mother waited for him in the carriage. He kneeled in front of Arthur, who was looking quite scared "Goodbye, little cherry" he kissed the top of his baby's messy blonde hair and closed the door.
When they heard the carriage speeding away, Alistair turned around with an evil smirk, looking down at his little brother with a dark aura around him; Arthur began whimpering as he walked backwards until he felt the sofa against his back. He realised he was trapped. His other brothers didn't seem to understand what was going on.
Alistair put a finger in the air, still with a smirk on his face, and went over to fetch their mother's favourite vase and, right in front of Arthur's face, dropped it to the floor, where it crashed and broke into million pieces. The little boy's eyes widened "Why did you do that?!" he said loudly. Alistair only put on a confused expression on his face and his mouth formed a little O.
"What are you talking about, wee brother? You did that, and I will make sure mother knows that" Alistair said with the smirk back on his face. Arthur gasped as his eldest brother looked back at his two other brothers, who were snickering.
"You are a meanie! I will tell daddy and..." Arthur tried to sound menacing, but his brother cut him off by grabbing him from the neck of his shirt, pulling him up. He felt his feet leaving the ground and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want to fall, and he was sure Alistair was going to lift him up until they were eye-to-eye and the redhead was very tall "Let me go!" again, he tried to sound strong, but it only came out in a little boy's whimpering voice.
"Look at this cute little bastard!" Alistair snarled, laughing along with his other two brothers until Arthur, mustering all the force in his little body, kicked his brother hard in the stomach, causing him to double up in pain and let him go. Arthur fell to the floor on his butt and quickly got up, running to his bedroom, but he was grabbed from both legs by his other brothers, causing him to fall forward and hurt his chin against the floorboard. Alistair straightened up and went over to him "You need to be punished. Hold him still!" he yelled at Adwyn and Seamus, whilst Arthur kept whimpering and writhing on the floor.
"What are you going to...?" Seamus voice was caught in his throat as his brother unbuckled his pants and pulled out his big member, framed by red curly hair. Alistair was big for his age, and he was proud of that. Now, he was going to show his little brother what he could do with his tool.
"Pull down his trousers!" Alistair ordered to Adwyn, who was too, shocked at that sudden movement. He shook his head and pulled down little Arthur's short pants and underwear, leaving his round little backside exposed. Alistair smirked and he felt his member grow harder. He grabbed it with his hand and kneeled down in position.
"What are you doing?!" Arthur yelled with a teary voice, trying to pull his pants back up, but he felt Alistair's heavy hand on his back pushing him down against the floor. He suddenly had a tearing feeling as something big entered him from behind and he screamed as loudly as he could.
Alistair smirked as he, without waiting for his little brother to adjust to his length, began to pound him into the floor. Arthur was crying loudly and rocking back and forth with every thrust. Seamus felt his member hardening in his pants as did Adwyn, not minding the blood that was coming out from their little brother's butthole. Alistair leaned down, with his hand still pressed against Arthur's back, and whispered in his ear "You like my cock, don't you?" he said with a smirk.
"NO!" Arthur screamed, tasting his salty tears that slid down from his eyes. His brother continued pounding into him, sometimes touching a spot that made Arthur cry out and see white. He felt his little weenie harden and he started to feel really good as it was rubbed up and down against the floorboard, his body pressed against it. When he was starting to get a tingly feeling down there, Alistair grunted loudly and Arthur felt something showering his insides. He stopped feeling pressure on his back as Alistair fell backwards, his member softening but still high from the pleasure of his first fuck, with his brother!
"Your turn, guys" he said, with a pleasured smile on his face. Adwyn and Seamus looked at each other and quickly took out their hard members from their slacks as Alistair tucked his' inside. Arthur knew it wasn't over when he felt Adwyin's member entering him, causing him a great pain on his sore butt.
It turned out that her mother's alleged "illness" was nothing more than a stomach-ache caused by eating too much peanuts the night before. Howard stepped down the carriage and helped his wife down too. The coachman took the horses to the stable as the couple opened the door to their house and, the first thing they saw was a shattered vase and Arthur on the floor, whimpering with his butthole bleeding and draining a whitish liquid "Oh my God!" they both screamed and ran over to their little boy.
"D-Daddy" Arthur said with as much voice as he could muster. Howard was in tears as he turned his son around, who flinched and made a small sound as he felt his butt being pressed against the cold floor. Maria didn't know what to do; she was brushing her son's hair back and caressing her face, trying to hold her tears.
"Who did this to you?" Howard managed to ask in between sobs. Arthur began feeling a tingling feeling in his nose and tears falling down his eyes "Cherry, please, tell me... us" he corrected himself, wiping tears from his little boy's eyes gingerly.
"A-Alistair" he breathed out. Howard thought he didn't hear right, and so did Maria "Adwy-yn" he said in a whisper, and then began whimpering again "And S-Seamus" he continued to cry in his daddy's arms. Howard was in shock and looked at Maria, who didn't look any better than him.
Howard believed him, of course and Maria couldn't think that something like that had happened. For days, as Arthur was being taken care of in the nearest hospital, the couple argued until Howard decided that it would be in their best interest to move out of the house. Not Maria and the children – whom Howard referred to as "the bloody rapists", making his wife fume in anger – but Howard and Arthur.
And so they did. Howard asked his transference to India as soon as Arthur was able to walk again. The boy didn't even want to say goodbye to his mother, because it would mean that he had to go back to the house and face them, and he still had nightmares about that episode. His daddy was always by his side and when he went to sleep, on board the ship, he told his boy all kinds of exciting things he would see in India.
Their very own Promised Land.
Well, I hope you liked the first chapter and don't kill me for writing the rape scene. I know it's horrible, it should not be used to entertain other people, I too was almost... well, never mind.
Anyways, I know this doesn't have anything to do with exotic dances, espionage or Mata Hari's life at all, but I want to tell the story from the beginning, so bear with me, please.
Thank you for reading and stay tuned for new chapter... maybe not now but soon. I still have to update on Titanic.