This chapter: dead body and blood I guess, short
Ivan teaches him. Ivan cares for him and loves him. Ivan is his life.
Ivan Ivan Ivan.
[][][]
Alfred sits over the legs of their dead victim. Because the man had struggled there is blood everywhere, but Alfred doesn't mind. Welcomes it, even. The knife he'd used is discarded to the side, resting innocently on the blood stained bed.
He looks at their victim, and like before notices that, when he was living, they shared a remarkable resemblance. But Alfred's sure he's never seen or met this man before. Ivan had said this man was a special kill, some sort of final test, but to him he's just another tally in his book.
He sighs and looks around the room, growing bored. Ivan had only watched as he killed their victim instead of joining in like usual. And he'd left before the man was even dead yet. Alfred questioned him but Ivan told him not to worry, so Alfred didn't because Ivan knew what he was doing and Alfred had no reason to suspect him. He loves Ivan, of course he has faith in him.
Just then the door opens, and Ivan walks in. There is nothing different about him from when he'd left save for the light blood stains on his sleeves. Alfred opens his mouth to question him but Ivan holds up his hand, and Alfred obligingly shuts his mouth.
"I see you have finished."
"Yeah," Alfred breathes, shifting on their dead victim. Killing always gives him a thrill, doubly so when Ivan assists, but afterward is his favorite part. After, when they join together as one in the aftermath of death, is what he lives for. He's happiest when he's in the arms of his lover. Just thinking of what is to come arouses him, heat coiling in his gut and spreading outward in all directions.
Ivan takes a moment to admire the scene before him: Alfred covered in blood and obviously aching for relief. It fills him with pride at his accomplishment, and fierce possessiveness. He'd gone through hell and back trying to make Alfred his, and nothing had compared to the day when his hard work paid off, because he'd finally managed to break Alfred's spirit, turning the usually headstrong man into a dependent, loyal lover.
He looks from Alfred to poor Matthew, who is unrecognizable in death. This had been the final test. If Alfred could kill Matthew and not revert to his previous state of being, Ivan would know he's done it; he's succeeded in making Alfred his. And he has, and takes great pleasure in it.
[][][]
Ivan was there in the beginning, and will be there in the end, Alfred is sure of it.
His entire life is centered on Ivan, and that's normal for him because this is how it's always been and how it will always be. And he will kill anyone who tries to keep them apart, because that's what two people in love do for each other. And he's very much in love.
He can't imagine his life being any other way, and that makes him happy.
