It seemed forever ago that Alfred had his own bed. Oddly enough though, it felt so lonely. It was cold on that large bed. Burying his face in the pillow he let out a strained sigh as he tried to get some sleep. It didn't work. The events of that day tormented him. Kiku had gone way too far. To do something like that...was it truly to prove a point or...was it more? Did Kiku, his best friend, have feelings for him? He shook the thought from his mind. Kiku was trying to prove a point nothing more.
In his thinking he never heard the door open. He was far to gone in thought to notice the body moving toward him. When he felt the arms wrap around him, he jumped from the bed, falling to the floor. His eyes scanning the blurry shadow that loomed over the bed, looking down at him. "Al?"
He sighed with relief. "Damn it Mattie you scared the shit out of me!" he said in mock anger. It was such a relief it was his brother and not...It didn't matter. "Mattie what are you doing here?" he asked as he stood up to sit on the bed.
Matthew looked away. "I-I was afraid to sleep alone." he fidgeted in his bed. "-I was wondering...can we sleep together like we use to?" It was so cute to the elder twin.
Alfred smiled softly, his eyes shining with kindness and love for his brother. "Of course Mattie, anything for you." he sighed. 'Anything indeed.' he held his baby brother tightly. "So tell me, why are you afraid." he asked.
The younger blonde held his brother tightly. "I was afraid you would vanish again. It seems it's all you ever do." he looked up at his brother's cerulean eyes. They were so much more beautiful then his amethyst. So much brighter. He didn't want him to leave. He wanted him to stay forever. To never leave his side. "We're twins, so why do you have to do everything yourself? I can work now too."
Alfred shook his head. "No, you're not. Mattie when you're healthy enough, you're going back to school. I want you to do far better then I did." He ran his hand through his hair.
He felt his heart sinking. It was his fault Alfred never finished high school. "I-It was my fault. If it weren't for me..." he felt Alfred tightening his grip.
"If it weren't for you, I would be alone." he could feel the tears stinging his eyes. "I will always be here for you." he said happily.
Knock. Knock. Both twins turned to the door to see Yao standing there. "I'm so sorry to come at a late hour but I need Alfred's help with something." he turned to the eldest blonde who knew what he wanted. His eyes looking annoyed at the intrusion.
"Please, can it wait til morning?" he asked hoping Yao would allow him to stay with his brother.
Yao thought it was so cute. "Alfred, you know it can not." He took a step closer. His hand reaching out to him. "Please, it won't take long."
"I'll come too, perhaps I can help you get done faster." Matthew said innocently.
As innocent as it was it held such a different meaning to Yao. A cruel smirk on his lips. "Sure, I wouldn't mind." Twins in his bed.
Alfred stood up quickly. "Mattie, stay in bed. I'll go and be back soon. Don't wait up." he ran from the room dragging Yao with him. When they made it to Yao's bed room, Alfred let him go and stood a few feet from him. "This is your only warning..." he turned to Yao anger clearly seen in his sapphire eyes. "Don't you ever, ever try to pull anything with my brother!" he growled.
Yao stepped forward a kind smile on his face. "I was only teasing." he pushed Alfred down on the bed. He began to nip and claw at the clothes he wore. "You are the only one I want." He easily slipped his hand through the loose fitting clothes. He squeezed his nipple tightly. The child let out a loud moan. Yao could not be sure if it was out of pain or pleasure but it mattered not to him. Soon he would be over whelmed with pleasure. "Besides, I haven't seen you in days. Business is what keeps us apart." He dug his nails into the soft flesh. He had been cock starved for days.
Alfred turned away. He knew it was going to be rough. It was rare when the Asian man was rough, but when he was it was nearly as bad as Ivan's good days. He was no where near turned on by anything that the other was doing. Those beautiful days that he had without sex where truly wonderful. He could do as he wished with no fear of his brother finding out the truth of what he was doing. He was thrown from his wonderful thoughts by Yao biting down on his neck. His lips trailing down the now exposed torso of the child. Alfred bit his lip as the elder man nibbled and licked at his exposed pink nub. He was on the verge of tears. It hurt a lot, the pain coursing through him like a sick jolt of electricity.
His hunger for the boy grew as he sucked at the delicate flesh. Yao was painfully hard. He had waited far too long for his beloved. Curse that damn hospital in China! Calling him to leave at such short notice only to tell him that it was resolved before he could get there. Damn fools. He caressed the boy's cheek before diving into a passionate kiss. He ground deep into the boy desperately trying to reach the much needed friction. It felt so good. He needed him. Wanted him. There was nothing left for him in this cruel world. Nothing but the child under him. The pants were easy to remove. He ran his hand up and down Alfred's warm and waiting thigh. It only served to excite him more. He pushed down on the boy harder, grinding him deep into the mattress.
Sapphire eyes narrowed with pain as the tears rolled down his cheek. It hurt, the marks would be hard to hide from his brother. It was going to be tough to explain it. His boxers were ripped from his body. It was then he smelled it. It had been so long, but it was a nasty combination. The smell of opium and alcohol lingered on him. It made him even more fearful of what was going to happen. In his state, Yao was unpredictable. "Qīn'ài de, wǒ bù zài děngdài!" Without warning, a harsh pain filled his entire body. He arched his back and opened his mouth wide as if to scream but no sound came out. His lover quickly laced his fingers in his hair. "Xū, yīqiè dūhuì hǎo qǐlái de." This brought him no comfort. Yao sweetly kisses his tears away. As kind of a gesture as it was, he was causing him far more pain with his harsh thrusting. "T-Tā shānghài!" Alfred cried. It really did hurt.
"Guāng guāngle, wǒ de ài!" Yao pushed harder. He was close, oh was he close. His breathing grew labored and ragged as his mind focused solely on reaching his orgasm. It never once registered to him that his lover was completely soft, that none of what he was doing brought him any pleasure. He was so focused on how truly wonderful it all felt. How it made him feel alive. The warmth pooled in his lower body as his movements became animalistic. The only sounds being heard were that of flesh savagely slamming into flesh. He wrapped the boy's legs around his waist, luckily his beloved got the idea and held them there. With this, he was able to grip his hips and drive deeper into him. The boy knew he was close. He pulled him down into a deep kiss as he dug his fingers into the long dark hair. He threw his head back as he came hard in the abused hole, pumping a bit more to be sure it was all out and to prolong his orgasm as long as he could. He never felt that good before. His mind fell blank as his vision was covered in white light. "N-Nàme hǎo." he whispered as his exhausted body collapsed on his young lover.
Alfred's crying stopped at that time. His face emotionless and hollow. He moved from under the passed out Asian. Without a thought he pulled the soiled covers over him and kissed his forehead. "Sleep well." he whispered.
Slowly he redressed and walked back to the house. There on the bed was Matthew reading a book, or he was before he fell asleep. He pressed his forehead to his twin's. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he was able to see what he was thinking. They were close, even more so as twins. If they truly tried, they could see what the other was thinking. They had long since come to an agreement to not read each other's minds, deeming they although they were twins they did deserve their privacy. It was something that they broke constantly. Alfred had learned to put up walls to protect his brother from the truth of what he was doing. He knew Matthew was trying to brake those walls, but with a weak body it was hard to keep at it long.
Alfred stood in a large field of golden wheat. The sun was setting and birds flew high in the sky. It was beautiful. Their minds were truly the only thing they possessed that were free. He looked down to see a cute little rabbit sniffing at his bare feet. With a smile he bent over and picked it up. The fur was soft and it nuzzled into his cheek.
Matthew ran quickly to him, throwing his arms around him as he did. "Alfred!" he held him tightly. He was much stronger then Alfred in this world, due to the walls Alfred had to maintain. His cheerful lavender eyes shining so brightly at him. "I tried to stay awake but..."
Al smiled and ran his hand through his brother's hair. "I know Mattie, you were very energetic today. You look so much healthier." He backed away, wiping at the tears. "I'm such a crybaby, a foolish older brother." Alfred wasn't sure if he was crying out of joy or if he was trying to find comfort for what had just happened to him. Either way, he was braking down in front of his brother.
The younger blonde kissed his tears. "Yes you maybe a fool Alfred, but you're my fool." he stood up and pushed him over. Looking up with questioning sapphire eyes, Matthew stuck out his tongue and ran toward a large tree. Joy consumed him as he stood up and chased his brother. Each laughed loudly, each enjoying their privet world that only they knew, that they created together. Two orphaned boys who had nothing...no. They did have something, something most would find to be so trivial and nearly worthless in the world, but in their world it meant everything. It was each other. The love of their brother.
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Kiku set the plates out and poured the orange juice in the cups. Raivis, as always, was the first to the table. It took no time for the other's to join, all but the twins. Rolling his eyes and chuckling softly, he made his way to the room he knew they were in. He saw a ball of white fur look up at him and begin to growl. "Hush, Kumo." he said softly. The damn thing hated him for some reason. He smiled as his dark eyes rested on the sight of the twins tangled in each other's embrace. Clinging to each other as if nothing else mattered but the other. It was both amusing an arousing to the elder male. Though he kept calm over it. Slowly he made his way to them and gently shook Matthew.
He blinked a few times and looked into the dark eyes. He smiled, yawned and then stretched. He pet Kumo and turn to speak to Kiku but the Asian male simply pointed. Alfred laid on the bed so peacefully. His face that of pure bliss. He clung to his brother's arm, relishing in the warmth of it. The young child giggled before kissing his brother's forehead. Cerulean eyes fluttered open and a soft smile appeared on his face. It was the most peaceful face Matthew had seen his brother wear since Matthew had become ill. "Good morning sunshine, the world says hello." the violet eyed blond whispered happily.
The other stretched and stood up from the bed. "I'll go make breakfast and..."
"It's all ready hot and waiting downstairs." Kiku said proudly.
Alfred jumped at the sound of Kiku's voice. He had not known that the other was in the room. This drew concern from his brother. "What's wrong Al? It's just Kiku."
Nodding slightly. "I-I know it's just...I didn't notice him." he hoped it would work. He really didn't want to explain.
"Silly." his brother said as he dragged him to the kitchen. It was quiet for the most part. Everyone enjoyed the food. Alfred stood up half way through and went to the cupboard. Pulling out a orange pill container he looked inside. Three left. Sighing he turned to Matthew and handed him two of them.
"I have to go to Jay J's for more." he said before taking a bite of his toast.
Matthew's body grew tense. "No! That is a dangerous neighborhood!" he growled out.
"Yes but he has the best price for the pills because of it. Don't worry I'll bring someone along." he turned to the others. "Can anyone?"
Toris shook his head, he had work. Eduard was asked to fix Yao's home computer, seriously that kid was fucking good with computers. Kiku had already left. Raivis raised his hand. Toris looked worried.
"Come on! My school was only two blocks from there." Raivis protested. He wanted to leave the house. "And I'm with Alfred! What could happen?" his little eyes playing on the kicked puppy look.
"I guess, but stay close to him." Toris' voice still unsure.
After the meal, Raivis quickly grabbed his jacket and headed toward the door. Alfred packed the money and walked toward the door. Matthew hugged him and whished him a safe trip. Alfred told him there was no need to worry. He turned to Toris who was nearly dressed for work. "I swear to you, I will look after your brother." With that they were on their way.
Raivis asked Alfred many questions the whole way. Things about him mostly. Alfred reviled vague details. Then the child changed to talk about him and his family. "Toris tries so hard to get us things." he said, sadness in his tone. "He feels that it's his duty as the older brother but..." he looked up at Alfred. "He's still just a kid ya know?" Alfred nodded his head. This one was sharp.
"You know, Toris is constantly worrying over you two. He hates to leave you alone." he ruffled Raivis' hair. "But that's why elder brothers are born..." he looked behind him out of the corner of his eye. Five. "To protect those who come after us."
The boy smiled happily. "I read that Manga too!"
Alfred let Raivis walk ahead of him. His mind running through various scenarios as he walked into the drug store. After buying the pills, and some candy for Raivis and his brothers, they left. Alfred turned the opposite way they came. When questioned why by Raivis he simply said he had to go to the thrift store for some new pants for Mattie. He shrugged it off and ate his treat.
'I can't run that fast while carrying...I doubt he can run fast at all...God what can I do?' Alfred's mind was racing. Soon, the decision was made for him. Three more walked out in front of them. He grabbed Raivis by the hand and threw him on his back, running down several allies. The eight other men following closely behind him.
"Alfred what is it?! What's going on?" The terrified child cried.
"Their not suppose to be out this far...Did they gain more territory?" he asked out loud. He went to turn down and ally but slid on the unseen ice. Falling so he took most of the force, they slid to the side of the building. He tried to stand up quickly only to have his head pushed back down by a large boot. Chuckling from several men was heard as well as Raivis screaming in pain. Looking up, Alfred could tell what they were going to do. It sickened him. The small boy was no older then fourteen. He forced his way to his feet. "Let him go!" he yelled as he ran into the man who held the boy's shirt up. Raivis fell to the ground and hugged himself. Standing tall Alfred stood between the men and his adoptive brother.
"Look men, he's jealous!" the bald man said. He pulled out a knife but Alfred didn't flinch.
"He's kinda cute Jack." another said. "Why not just play with him?" the others agreed but that did not mean Raivis was in the clear.
Alfred noted the placement of each of the men as well as their weapons. It seemed they all fancied knifes. Eight men, seven wielding knives. He took a defensive stance. It was going to finally pay off. Those late nights he spent training with Kiku shortly after he began his work with his master. He took it as a precaution and decided no one was to know so he may have the upper hand. The men laughed finding it funny. To them it was a child trying to reenact a scene from a Kung Fu movie. Only the man in front, the leader seemed to take it as a threat.
Behind him, Raivis was still shaking and crying, though he looked up to meet Alfred's kind gaze. Almost immediately he knew what the elder wanted him to do. He wanted him to run. He would fend them off as long as he could so Raivis could get to safety. The younger shook his head not wanting to leave his friend behind. Alfred smiled gently. "Don't worry, I got this." he whispered to him.
The leader, Jack, began to laugh loudly for no reason. Alfred snapped his head around to look at him. "I can't believe I didn't see it before! It's right in front of me and I didn't see it!"
The others looked at him in confusion before one spoke up. "What's ya talken bout Jack?"
He changed his posture to a more dominate and leader like position. "That's the one Sadik is looking for. That's his whore."
Alfred narrowed his eyes in anger. He had been warned about that man. His master had told him to stay clear of him. The man was known for his cruelty to whores, far worse then his own master.
"He's worth a fortune and I can see why." Jack said licking his lips. "Get him!"
The men charged at the young teen who quickly dodged the fist and used his flat palm to hit the man's elbow, successfully braking it. Another man tried to sweep his legs but Alfred spun on his hands to avoid it. He quickly turned to Raivis. "RUN!" he yelled as he pushed one of them back. "RUN!"
Raivis shook his head. "NOT WITHOUT YOU!"
Alfred pushed them back and picked up the younger male. Running with him until they reached the streets. "Head down the street and turn left for three blocks. You'll be out of their territory, now go!" He said, concern in his voice. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to hold them off long.
"But..." Raivis began to protest once more.
"Raivis, those men are slave traders and they will not hesitate to rape you before they sell you. Now go!" Alfred pushed him once more urging him to leave before it was too late.
"But what about you?!" He snapped. "Won't they do the same with you?"
Alfred was take back by this but soon regained his composure. A sad look on his features. "It's to late for me..." he turned to see the men running toward them. "Besides, better me then a little guy like you." He flashed him a quick smile of false reassurance before running at the men. He knew he wasn't going to last long. That the men were going to defeat him and use him. Yet, all he truly cared about was that Raivis would get away. That he would be safe.
He jumped on a trash can, jumping over the men before running back down the ally leading them away from the younger male escaping. He was a runner at heart. Not the kind that runs from everything, no, the kind that loves the wind blowing through their hair and their feet barely touching the ground. Sometimes when he ran, Alfred believed he could actually fly. That he was free to spread his wings and soar through the sky like an eagle. A smile crossed his lips. Freedom to fly. That was a true dream.
He was harshly snapped from his daydream with his head smacking against the ground. Dazed but not broken, he tried to stand again only to fall. His legs were bound by those damn ball things that were connected by chains. He quickly tried to untangle them but it was too late. One of the men kicked him in the side of the head. He fell to the ground hard as the taste of iron filled his mouth. His lip was cut and he could barely keep his eyes open as he pulled at the ground trying to escape. A harsh kick to his side forced him to curl into a protective ball. He was forced on his stomach as one of the men held his head down using his booted foot. It didn't take too long for the true pain to come. They weren't that big. He was thankful for that. One after another forced themselves on him. He didn't moan, just remaining silent. The men became impatient with one another. Removing the booted foot from his head they held him up by his hair as they forced in to take their manhood in. At first he had turned away from it, all he got in return was a slap to the face and it forcibly shoved in. Forced to deep throat, he tried desperately not to vomit as the man pushed his nose into the thick black curls. It was repulsive. His throat began to burn with the rough thrusting and harsh angle of his neck. They were forcing his back to bow at an unnatural angle. It didn't take long for the man to cum in his mouth. Before he could spit it out the damn bastard held his chin up, forcing him to swallow. Once he was gone, another took his place.
His eyes were growing heavier and his body weaker. Was he dying? He prayed not. He couldn't die, not here, not this way. He banished the thought as he remembered Raivis. At least it wasn't him, he chanted over and over as his vision blurred.
A deeply low inhumane growl was heard just before shouting. The cock was ripped from his entrance and mouth as he fell to the cold, wet ground. He could barely make out the shape of a single man fighting and beating the shit out of the others. The men were overwhelmed and ran off. His eyes were far too heavy to keep open.
Warmth surrounded him. It felt nice. His body was lifted from the ground by strong arms. He moved toward it and took in the scent of expensive but sweet smelling cologne. It was truly heaven. That was, before he smelled the faint scent of Vodka.