Ivan looked upon the city of Athens with a mix between relief and malicious glee. Sadik stood beside him with an arm wrapped around his lover's shoulders and a feral smile in place. Though beneath the grin, Sadik was more than slightly worried. He'd known Hercules longer than Ivan had and there was no doubt in his mind that if the Greek felt threatened, Arkady would bear the brunt of it. Athens, being symbolic to the war, was spared no mercy; especially from the Russian soldiers. Ivan had made it quite clear that they were allowed to do what they please in Athens. If they wanted to burn the city to the ground, raping and killing as they went, Ivan said go for it. The Motherland was through playing around. Ivan wanted his child back, NOW. Sadik shook his head but said nothing. Hercules had it coming anyway. Death was assured when one invaded Russia, a fate worse than death was assured when Russia struck back. Currently the city was a mess of rouble and charred remains from a massive firestorm. An uncontrolled fire lit by one of the soldiers had found its way over to an oil plant. The explosion combined with the wind storm that had struck had spelled the doom of the city. Ivan walked through the streets, looking on with cold eyes at the woman defiled in filthy back allies and children with large chunks of flesh melted off their bones, and made his way towards Hercules' home on the very outskirts of town.
Hercules didn't know whether to feel relieved of terrified. On the one hand, the mansion had been mostly untouched by the firestorm. On the other, he now had a very furious Russian and Turk making their way to extract revenge. He rubbed his forehead as he walked down the hall.
"Will you help me get ready to meet baba and папа, Eta?"
'It's all that boy's fault.' He threw open the door to Arkady's room. Ageta whirled around in surprise and shoved the child behind her.
"What do you want?" She tried to keep her voice hard and steady but she couldn't help the quiver as she looked into his cold eyes. He nodded towards the door.
"Get out." She shook her head and slowly began to retreat from him.
"Get out you worthless whore!" He seized her arm and dragged her out of the room, ignoring Arkady's cries to leave her alone. Once at the top of the stairs he gave a hard shove and watched as her eyes widened in fear and her body roll end over end down the three flights to the landing. A sickening snap sounded and as she reached the landing, she cried out in pain. Her foot was sitting at an odd angle and her thumb now rested against the side of her arm. Tears ran down her cheeks, carrying streaks of mascara as she looked up at him. He made to go down and shove her down the remaining five flights but a set of jaws sinking into his calf offered a far more satisfying way to spend his final moments. He seized a fistful of white hair and used it to drag the boy back into Hercules' own room. Dragging the flailing child to the bed, he heaved him up onto the mattress by the fair strands. The side of Arkady's head was slammed into the wall in order to daze him while Hercules undressed. He climbed on top of the boy and wrapped a hand around the boy's small member. Flashing the child a wicked grin, Hercules slammed in to the unprepared entrance dry while he closed his fist tightly on the flesh in his hand, digging his nails into the sensitive underside. Arkady let out a shrill cry at the intrusion and rough handling. He hands coming up from trying to shove the elder away to claw at the Greek's face, trying to aim for the eyes through his tears. Hercules released the boy's length in favor of grabbing both wrists. With the other hand, he proceeded to rip out every nail, never once stopping his harsh and erratic thrusts. Finally one hand returned to its death grip on Arkady's length and the other clamped down on his pale throat. Arkady simply couldn't scream anymore, his tears and whimpers coming harsher at his inability to make the pain stop. When Hercules released, the pain of the hot magma on his torn and tender insides forced a scream from Arkady. His throat tore and bled, drowning him as he tried to breathe. Hercules panted and looked down, smiling slightly. The boy's hands hovered over his chest shaking and the right side of his face was blooming purple and yellow.
"Ready for what's next?" A sob was his only answer.
Ageta sobbed as she clenched her broken wrist to her chest. Arkady had probably saved her life and she could do nothing to save him. She was a failure as a friend. Only when she pressed her head onto the step above her did she notice the sounds coming from downstairs. Banging and voices speaking in Russian and Turkish. Hope sparked through her and she swallowed to moisten her throat.
"Up here! Mr. Russia, Mr. Turkey! Up here!" The sound of heavy boots pounding up the stairs brought a surge of relief. In moments the two were before her. "They're in Hercules' room; it's the last room at the end of this hall. Hurry." Ivan was halfway up the next flight before she had finished, pipe in one hand and something that Ageta couldn't quite make out in the other. Sadik called up one of his soldiers and ordered them to gently take Ageta back to camp and see to her injuries. She was carefully hoisted onto a stretcher and Sadik laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you. From all of us." He then hurried up the stairs after Ivan. He caught up with him just as he was about to push open the door.
Hercules stood above the boy still naked and with a bloody tooth in one hand.
"Don't ever bite me again you little brat." His member was slick with saliva and a small red mark was visible along the top. Arkady could only wail, his bloody and shaking hands too sore to press to his mouth. Hercules looked up at the sound of the door slamming and yelp when his face met the cold metal of Ivan's pipe. Tripping over a fold in the carpet, Hercules fell to the floor and got a good look at what occupied Ivan's other hand.
"Theo!" He paid no mind to Sadik picking up the child before retreating back to the door trying to comfort him. His spirit brother's head was now hanging from the fistful of hair in Ivan's hand. The cut was uneven, the skin and tendons frayed almost as if it had been…torn off by hand. "Go to Hell Ruski!" Ivan smiled.
"You first." With that, he dropped the head and launched himself at the Greek. Hercules lost count of how many times he was struck. It was a constant assault by pipe, fist, and boot. Finally it stopped and Hercules looked up at the Russian.
"Go on, kill me." Ivan laughed, so childish yet so terrifying.
"Kill you? No that would be too easy. You're coming with me and down the dark recesses of your pain; this will seem like a memory of Heaven." Hercules turned to Sadik hoping for some help only to be me with two chips of emerald ice.
"Save some of that for me eh love." Ivan smiled back at Sadik.
"Of course darling." He brought the pipe down again and Hercules slumped to floor.
