"Clean it up," Ivan said without pause as he passed Toris.
"Did you kill him?" Toris asked, voice rapidly getting distant.
"Nyet," was all Ivan said, before they rounded a corner. Stairs, hallways, and more went by in a blur as Alfred snuggled against Ivan's chest, feeling hot and fevered.
"Please," Alfred begged. Ivan wouldn't let him touch himself. "I ache."
"Hold on, Sunflower," Ivan said, his voice sounding wobbly. "Love dust provokes arousal in humans that becomes a high fever and soon a coma. Orgasm will hold off that part, but only for so long."
"Touch me," Alfred moaned, feeling Ivan tense against him. Alfred did not care when they entered a kitchen area. Ivan could take him on the table. He needed him now. Suddenly, Alfred was dropped in a metal tub of cold water. The icy liquid soaked into his clothing and pores. Sputtering and shocked, he climbed out, dripping and shivering. His erection turning limp.
"You crazy bastard!" He snapped.
"Ah, you're back," Ivan said with a please sigh.
"Back, what do you..." Alfred went rigid, remembering everything that had happened and his behavior through all of it. "Himaruya help me. I must have been crazy."
If he had not been drenched in cold water, he would have turned crimson from head to toe. He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him right now. That Spanish bastard had humiliated him. He felt sick inside.
He climbed out of the tub and turned to the nearest contain, a metal bucket in the corner, and vomited in there. His insides wanted to come up. Alfred did not even flinch when Ivan patted him on the back.
"You were drugged," Ivan said in a voice that sounded concerned. "Love Dust is potent, but cured by dunking the victim in cold water."
"Does it cause my guts to come out?" Alfred said, dry heaving over the bucket. Alfred hated how his shoes and trousers squished.
"I don't believe so," Ivan said. "But it could make you aroused at anything. Your fingers being cut off." Alfred stared at Ivan in growing horror. "Your brother being disemboweled before you. Under the affects of Love Dust, you won't care. Everything will get you off."
"That's disgusting," Alfred said. "That sick bastard used that on me?"
"He's still alive. After Toris heals most of him, you can punish him more," Ivan said in a dark tone. Alfred considered this, but shook his head.
"It's done. I don't want to go through that ever again."
"I understand," Ivan said. He was crouched beside Alfred.
"I'm surprised you didn't take advantage of things," Alfred said, wiping off his chin with the back of his hand. He flinched when Ivan slammed a hand against the wall above Alfred leaving him trapped in the demon's circle of arms.
Ivan's piercing eyes stared straight into his, as if seeing into the depths of his soul. "I've no need of such inducements, when I want you," Ivan said, "you will want me. You will crave me."
"Never," Alfred said, attempting to laugh.
Ivan loomed closer until Alfred felt his cool, minty breath against his cheeks. "You will beg for me and when I've finished, you will beg for more." Alfred turned red, heart thudding, pulse racing. "Now," Ivan said, gaze dropping down Alfred's front. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."
And then he stood up and left Alfred. This time Alfred felt aroused for a reason that had nothing to do with magic dust.