The bell rings and Lovino begins to shake. The other teens get up from their seats and Lovi stays in his. Once everyone else leaves Lovi turns to Gilbert. "Mr. Beilschmidt, I don't understand. What did I do?" His voice is shaking with fear and he could start crying right about now. He didn't want to be late to his next class. Gilbert takes a seat at one of the desks, and faces Lovino. "I want to talk to you." His German accent is thick on the words. "But if right now is a bad time, then maybe I can talk to you after school."

After school. Those words ring in Lovino's ears. He can't stay after. Ivan would… Ivan would hurt him if he came home late. He shudders at the thought and answers quickly. "Right now is fine." He grumbles and tries to act like nothing is wrong. Gilbert audibly sighs and scoots the chair closer to the Italian. "Lovino, you haven't been acting like your usual self and I've noticed that your grades have declined. Are you alright?" His tone sounds overly professional.

Gilbert did notice the bruises on his cheek, and he's noticed them before. He just didn't say anything at first. "I'm fine." Lovi mumbles and seems to sink lower into his chair. Gilbert look away and chuckles. "I'm fine is teenage code word for 'something's wrong' so what's up?" He asks. Gilbert soon regrets asking it, after he did, tears appeared in Lovino's eyes. Although Gilbert doesn't exactly regret it. He just didn't expect Lovi to start crying.

Lovino squeezes his eyes shut and tries to wipe the tears off with his sleeve. He always wore pants and sleeves now. He didn't want the other bruises showing. He doesn't respond to Gilbert's question. Gilbert moves slightly closer after a few moments of silence. He sets his hand on Lovino's shoulder. When Gil does this, Lovi freaks out and majorly flinches.

"Lovino, has anyone been bullying you?" Gilbert's voice is serene and calm. He hears Alfred's voice ring in his ears. "If you tell anyone, I'll tell your boyfriend that you were cheating on him. He'll like to hear that, won't he?" Lovino hastily shakes his head. "Has anything happened at home?"

Lovi freaks out. What can he tell him? He can't tell him that he has an abusive boyfriend. He just can't. Gilbert moves his hand and Lovino flinches again. The italian tries to make himself seem smaller. He wanted to curl up in a ball and die at that moment. 'N-No, everything's fine." He says, although he doubts that Gilbert would believe that. Gil's voice lowers an octave. "Lovino, I've noticed the bruises that you have, and I've seen them before. Has anyone been hitting you?"

Just then the late bell rings and Lovino automatically stands up. He wanted to avoid the question as much as possible. He didn't know what Ivan would do to him if anyone found out. Gilbert stands up and grabs Lovino's arm. "Stay. I'll write you a pass. We're not done yet."

Lovino's hands shake and he feels like crying. He sits back down and keeps his eyes on the ground. He looks up at Gilbert with fear. "Yes. Okay? Are you happy now? Can I leave?" He shouts. He ended up saying this louder than he wanted to say it. "No. You can't leave." Gilbert sits back down. He feared that this was the case. "I want you to know that I'm here for you if you need anything or just need to talk. But I want to help you." He says calmly. Lovino rises to his feet again and glares down at Gilbert with tears in his eyes. "I don't want help. I don't need it!" In truth, he did need it.

Lovino begins to leave. "Lovino," Gilbert calls out. "You can stay here or I can schedule a meeting with your parents about your declining grades and have them talk to me about it." This causes Lovino to freeze up where he was. "What good would that do? I don't even live with my parents." He scoffs. The Italian quickly leaves the room immediately regretting what he just said. "Wait! You forgot your pass!" Gilbert shouts. He quickly grabs a piece of paper and scribbles the information for a late pass on it and signs it. He exits the room and hands it to Lovino. He snatches it from his hand and goes to his next class.

Gilbert takes a seat at his desk chair. He sighs heavily. He was going to find a way to help Lovino no matter what. "But why did he say that he didn't live with his parents? Who does he live with, then? A friend or girlfriend?" Gilbert wonders out loud. He goes to his computer and clicks on the student directory page that only the teachers have access to. He looks up "Vargas" and sees two people. Feliciano and Lovino. It said that Feliciano was a freshman. Both of the numbers next to them were different. There was also a name next to the phone number. The parent's name.

Although this one was different. It said Ivan Braginski. "Who's Ivan? An uncle? I could call the number and talk to him, but Lovino seemed worried about that. He had bruises, but that might cause Ivan to hurt him. That is if he's the one doing so." Gilbert chews on his nail and decides to not call Ivan. Although he would have to talk to Lovino more.

The end of the school day comes and Lovino gets his things from his locker. Gilbert was outside of his classroom looking around for Lovino. He spots him and goes over to him. "Lovino," He says. Lovino turns around quicker than lightning. "What do you want?" He grumbles, his voice shaking slightly. "I want to schedule a meeting to speak with you. We can do it in the morning, after school, or during the day."

Lovino immediately gets rid of the option of after school. He could do it during the day, or in the morning. But then he'd have to leave before Ivan wakes up. If then he would probably get a slight beating if Ivan found him gone. "D-During the day." He pauses. "That would be best." Lovino finishes getting his things and hikes his backpack up on his shoulder. "Tomorrow then, at say… one, maybe? during lunch? which period would be best for you?"

Lovi didn't want to miss lunch. He didn't want to do it toward the end of the day. "In the morning." He replies, then turns his back to Gilbert. "Oh and Lovino? When you get to school, come to the counseling office and I'll be in one of the empty rooms." Gil says, slightly worried. Lovino nods.

He slams his locker and walks out of the school. He speeds up to a fast walk, almost a light jog. He wanted to avoid Alfred and get home earlier so Ivan wouldn't be mad. If he got home earlier and if Ivan had a good day at his part time job and dealing with tenants, then everything would be good and Ivan wouldn't hurt him.

The walk/run to school took a shorter time than usual. He gets to his shared home and takes a deep breath before going inside. He turns the handle even though it was locked, mentally preparing himself for going inside. Well, it was usually locked, but it was open this time. "Does he have someone inside with him?" Lovi mumbles. He goes to the side window and looks in. He was disappointed with what he saw. Ivan was sitting on the couch with a bottle of vodka in his hand. It was half empty.

Ivan takes another gulp of it. Lovino goes to the front door and goes inside. Ivan looks at him and stands up. Lovino was slightly scared. Either Ivan would be a happy, emotional drunk or an upset and angry drunk. Ivan shuffled toward Lovi and wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly. Lovino was slightly surprised at this. He hugged him back and Ivan started to cry. "I'm so sorry" He kept mumbling through his tears.

Lovino was confused at his behavior. Was he saying sorry for everything he's done? Or was he just sorry for getting drunk? "I love you so much, Lovino." Ivan cries. "I'm so sorry for everything I've done." He nuzzles his nose into Lovino's hair, brushing past his abnormal curl. Lovi tenses up even at the slight touch. "I-Ivan it's okay. I'm fine." In truth, Lovino was melting into the Russian's touch. He almost craved it. Ivan brings his head back and kisses Lovino full on the lips. It was a light and soft kiss. Almost one that would say stay with me. I love you so much and would never hurt you.

Lovi kissed back almost instantly. Ivan brought his hands down to Lovi's hips and pulled them closer to him. "Lovino," Ivan whispers lustfully. "I want to become one." He kisses him again and lets his hands slide up the sides of Lovi's shirt. He explores the Italian's mouth with his tongue. Ivan reaches his hands lower on his, palming him through his jeans. Lovino gasps for air and pushes Ivan back. He didn't want him to do this while he was drunk.

After he's shoved away, Ivan takes Lovi's hand in his and holds it. He kisses the back of his hand and lets out a giggle. Ivan leads Lovino over to the couch and kisses him again. The two of them sit and Ivan practically throws himself on Lovino. He kisses him and runs his hands all along his body and starts to unbuckle Lovi's belt. Lovino pushes him away once again. "I-Ivan stop. I don't want this. You're drunk."

Ivan shakes his head. Now he was forcefully and a little roughly dragging his hands along his body. He scoops up Lovi in his arms and goes to the stairs. He begins to walk up them. Lovino widens his eyes and starts to panic. This can't be happening now. Ivan was going to rape him. No matter how many times he says he loves him, he'll still hurt him. "I-Ivan put me down. I don't want to go upstairs. Please…" He begs with fear in his voice. Lovino grabs onto Ivan's scarf and tugs on it. Ivan just ignores it.

He brings him to their room. He doesn't exactly throw him on the bed, but he doesn't exactly set him on it gently either. Ivan gets on the bed and straddles Lovino. He continues molesting him and kissing him. Lovino has tears in his eyes. "Ivan stop!" He screams. "I don't want this!" He says, even though he knows it may not help at all.

Ivan strips off Lovino's pants, still kissing him furiously. He was holding both of his hands in one of his own above the brown-haired male's head. Ivan rubs Lovi's crotch through his boxers. Lovi lets out a whiney sounding moan. "Ahghh.. Vanya… Stop…" He moans. Ivan kisses him again and takes off Lovino's boxers, revealing his medium sized member. Ivan takes off his shirt, leaving his scarf on. He pulls his pants and boxers off. Ivan kisses Lovino on the lips, then the neck. He spits in his hand and rubs the spit on his man sword then slowly pushes inside of Lovino.

Barely any lube and no preparation wasn't very good. Lovino lets out a wave of tears and begging. Even though he was used to this kind of treatment but that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt. Ivan kept going faster and harder with each thrust. He was moaning and kissing Lovino. The short tempered male was trying to get away, but Ivan held him tightly. Soon enough his lower half became numb with pain. It seemed like an eternity passed when Ivan finally stopped.

He pulls out and kisses Lovino's tear stained cheek. Ivan lays next to him and hold him while he cries, not letting Lovi get away. The Italian pushed and pushed but couldn't get free. His crying stops after twenty or so minutes. He felt like a used up good for nothing whore. "I love you so much, Lovino. I'm so sorry." Ivan keeps repeating those words. Meanwhile the words were making Lovino not feel as bad, but making him confused. He didn't know whether to hate him or to love him.

He fell asleep from the emotional stress and physical pain he felt. He let Ivan hold him. Neither of them moved.

Lovino wakes up the next morning due to his alarm going off. Ivan wasn't next to him when he woke up. He sits up and internally screams. A fiery pain explodes in his lower back and tears brim his eyes. He pushes the blanket off of himself and swings his legs over to the side. Lovino puts his feet on the floor and attempts to stand up, but ends up falling forward on his hands and knees from the pain being too great.

He hears heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and quickly tries to stand up. He couldn't. Instead he just pulls the blanket over himself. Ivan pushes open the door. "Lovino!" He panics. He goes to his side and lifts him up, setting him back on the bed. "You don't have to get up." He mumbles. "Why not?" Lovino asks. "I want to talk to you, and you're not going to school today, da?"

A/N

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