Once more he was filled with the unpleasantly warm, sticky and disgusting feeling of the Turk's seed. Sadik's body rested on his arched back with an unpleasant heat. His breath, sticky and wet with each pant he let out sounding more like a dog then a man. Alfred just remained as he was, panting and catching his breath as well. It had been three times already. Three times he had filled him to the brim before pulling out just to watch his seed dripping from his abused hole and down his thighs. He knew the bastard was using medication to keep going. The fucker wanted to make it last, wanted him to fill three years worth of fantasy in a single night.

The elder moved away, from him breaking the sweat seal between his chest and the boy's back. His cock slid out easily taking most of his cum with it. Quickly he moved to spread the cheeks of the child's ass and watched the quivering red hole expel his seed. As morbid as it sounded, he thought that was the most beautiful sight in the world. He couldn't be sure why but it was. He sat there watching the white waterfall run down the smooth legs until no more of his seeds were expelled. Smiling, he smacked the boy's ass hard earning a sharp gasp. It giggled a little like jello before turning an angry red. "Alfred dear I do believe I need to be cleaned up." He smirked.

Whimpering softly from the pain, Alfred slowly turned to face his oppressor. He took the thick dark cock into his hand. His tired blue eyes looked up to his; he could careless anymore what the other thought. His exhaustion had begun to show and he was stumbling about. It also didn't help that the lovely black lace Sadik had pulled out was wrapped tightly around his cock in an almost corset like manner. Not once since they had begun was he given the opportunity to cum. His body burned with his need but was unable to provide it. He was weak, tired and in pain. Yet, Sadik cared nothing for that. No he only wanted his fill of him. "P-Please…" his voice trembled. "Please tell me who our father is…I beg you I can't keep this up much longer…" tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. He didn't want to beg but he was tired and hurting from the pain.

Sadik's smile faded quickly. Without much of a warning he gripped a handful of the boy's wheat-blonde hair earning a yelp in the process. "You have not earned that right!" he growled through his teeth. In the midst of his yell he lowered him roughly onto his hard member and held him there. On the moment of impact a warm shiver shot through him. The boy coughed while struggling to escape. "Mhmmmm! Just like that! A little deeper…" he slowly lowered him further down.

He couldn't believe how well the boy had been trained, how well he moved his tongue about his thick cock. He could feel tears of pure pleasure prick his eyes as the child was working on him. That sinful tongue knew just how to work a man. He fucking new the boy wanted it, he wanted everything Sadik had to offer and more. Oh but Sadik was no fool! He would give the boy what he wanted; he would give him sex like he had never had before and make him cum so hard he would pass out. That's why the boy was there, that was why he had truly come. Sex was all a whore wanted; all they were truly good at and this boy was a fucking GOD. He gasped loudly, taken by surprise when the boy stuck his tongue in the slit of his cock. His hands, which were resting on the amber blonde hair to keep it in place, were now shaking. He was losing out fast and would cum again soon, too soon for his liking but it didn't really matter. The boy was here in his bed and he would stay there until he, Sadik, decided he could leave. Yet, he highly doubted the boy wanted to go anyway.

Alfred's eyes grew wide as Sadik began to force him further down. He was gagging on the thick cock that was pulsating in his mouth. It was disgustingly vial and he could feel what little he ate coming back to haunt him. If this kept up, he would pass out for sure. It wasn't long before the Turk began to thrust into him. The large muscle beat at the back of his mouth unmercifully forcing him to deep throat. All the while his panicked moans fell on deaf ears. "F-Fuck!" the other bit out as he quickened his pace, pushing in and out harder and faster. His nails bit into his scalp as they forced his head to move against his thrusts. "Fu-Fuck!" He quickly pulled Alfred's head down, burying his cock in the warm cavern just in time to release more of his seed into the waiting mouth. Tears stained his cheeks when the hands let him go. Without much thought he turned to the side of the bed and vomited onto the floor below. Cum mixed with a sickly yellow, showing that what little food he had eaten had been digested already. He felt awful and it was not for vomiting on the marble floors.

Sadik lit a cigarette and took a long puff. "Leave it be, I'll have one of those bitches outside clean it." By bitches he meant the women who would not sell themselves for money or drugs but would rather work solely for the money to feed their families. It upset him because one of them was a smoking redhead with adorable freckles and bright green eyes. He was tired to say the least and the fact the boy vomited didn't surprise him. Not many people can handle getting pounded in the mouth like that. The fact the boy held on until he finished was an accomplishment. "I think a good rest before another bout is in order." Yes, he needed time to rest but so did the boy. Four times and the boy had yet to cum once, more so because he wouldn't let him.

"You're father is a bastard, an illegitimate child born from the womb of a handmaid because his father's wife was barren. It wasn't common practice for your grandfather to divorce and wed his bastard's mother. No instead he laid claim to the world that his wife had given birth to the man." He took a long drag before blowing a smoke ring. "Bastards can't take over companies. Its law, but he had everyone around his fucking finger. It's a shame to say he had to kill the poor mother after a year so she could never let the truth be known." He studied the boy's face closely. Just as before his eyes were flashing through different emotions far quicker than his face could display them. Sadik laid his head on the soft silk pillow and smiled. "Yet, his wife was jealous. It wasn't right that she had to suffer the fact that she was a failure as a woman but to take care of his bastard son and claim him as her own? No, that wasn't right for a high born lady to do." He blew a long stream of smoke from his mouth. It was silent for a moment before the other looked at him. "For three years her anger and rage built, and when your father turned five she killed her husband. He loved a bastard more than her, more than the still born children she had given him. Needless to say your father slipped through her fingers and escaped to the streets."

Alfred laid there curled in a tight ball, listening to the man's cold words. He spoke so casually, like it was the results of a sports game. Yet, his grandfather had murdered his grandmother to keep her silent. Just what kind of family was his?

"Oh don't worry, I'm getting to you cupcake." He leaned back. "Now, what you have to understand is that no matter who I say, you will not allow your anger to get the better of you boy. Your father is a son of a bitch!"

~/-*-\~

He paced back and forth in his room trying to figure it out. Why had he hid it? Why didn't he just come clean? It's not like anyone would care, much. He was a nice guy, took care of them and gave them a home, so why not? He couldn't be sure but he replayed the scene in his head.

Alfred had left to go to the bathroom, he had been gone a while so he decided to check on him only to find him and Kiku near the door whispering about something. Kiku had been upset, a rare occurrence for the Asian man, and he got a little loud. He had said something about his intention and about using something, he really couldn't hear them but oh he could see them, even in the dim light he could see them kiss as if it were midday out. It was passionate, he could tell, Kiku had always had feelings for Alfred but the other was too much of a fool to see it or if he did he just ignored it. Yet, maybe not? Alfred had stood there and accepted the kiss, had allowed Kiku to touch and feel his body, something he knew Alfred was so self-conscious of yet he had no clue why.

His body was amazing, it was strong and sturdy (he knew that because he jumped from the 3rd floor of their room in the orphanage to the ground and ran a few miles just to get hit by a car and live then add that to his near strangulation by the Woman so yeah a tough ass body), curvy and thin a little too thin to be exact. He couldn't be more than 90 pounds, a 100 at most then again that was pushing it.

Then something odd happened, Kiku moved away and said something to him, this caused him to run off outside and he had not been back in a few hours. He shook in fear and aggravation. Alfred was so wreck less. He wondered if he had seen his other medicine vial and how low it was, did he run off to Jay Jay's for more? He had done it before, plenty of times but now things were bad. He had been mugged again but there was something Alfred wasn't telling him, something Kiku knew of and even Raivis. There was more that happened on that day.

He sat on his bed and looked out at the moon lit night. Things were not as Alfred had made them appear. Under the sugar coated exterior, there was a dark secret that the others were hiding but what was it? If it was that he had a thing for guys it didn't matter. There were plenty of men who did, especially on the island. Hell most of their economy was biased on the sex and drug trade anyway. Fucking bastards from other countries like Russia, China, England, France, even America came to indulge in their 'Rich Graces' as their national anthem called it.

That's when true fear hit him. Had one of those vial men mistook his brother for one of them? He shook the thought quickly from his head. No…Alfred was strong and he would never allow any man to take advantage of him. If he was in a relationship with Kiku he would be loyal, that's how it was with the dope. He was hopelessly loyal and far too overly kind to everyone he meets.

"Then you saw them too…" his violet eyes looked up into emerald orbs. Her face was lovely in the pale light, breath taking just like their first meeting.

"Yeah." He whispered, his worry drowning the simple word of confirmation.

She walked over and knelt before him, taking his hand in hers. "Matthew…I've tried to tell you…he has been lying to you all this time. He's been covering up for that abusive bastard…" the hand was moved and she looked into his confused expression.

"Kiku isn't…he wouldn't…he's been so kind to us…all these years he's chased my brother…he wouldn't beat him Belle…he wouldn't…he loves him…" he couldn't believe it, he wouldn't believe it.

She sighed heavily. That was her Matthew, always trying to find the best in people, especially those closest to him. She cursed his twin for sheltering him. "Look around you Matthew!" She raised her voice slightly but kept it low as not to disturb the sleeping. "Why did Kiku jump at the opportunity now to move into this house? Why not offer years ago?" she could see she was making progress as her love thought about it. "Not only that, he is often times found leaving the main house or sneaking off to it, after he comes back with bruises. Then the trip to China out of the blue? He doesn't call, he basically ignored you the entire week and then he comes back with that sickening bruise? Matthew look at what is going on and not at the smoke and mirrors your brother has placed before you! He is a liar! You're here worried sick about him day and night while he's off fucking that chink bastard!" her hatred of Alfred was showing through now.

He had to admit she was posing good questions. Things he himself had thought of, but still. He stood up and moved to the closet to get his coat; the one Alfred had gotten him on his birthday. "I trust my brother."

"Where are you going?!" she was panicking, Matthew was not in the best of health at the moment.

"To find my brother."

"He doesn't care! Matthew open your eyes! He is a selfish bastard!" her voice was louder now. She knew if anyone was up they could hear her but right now she didn't care.

Matthew looked at her coldly. "You forget I'm a Bastard too. I am what he is. Twins, two halves of the same whole." She was starting to piss him off, but he kept his calm. Had it been anyone else, even Kiku, he would have knocked them on their ass for speaking of his brother like that. "Don't speak of him as if you truly know him!"

She was silent for a moment, which had been unexpected. Yet, she was determined to make him see the truth. She herself returned the glare. "What about back then, back when you were adopted? He let you go; you were/are a burden to him. Do you think he cared about you? Is that what you thought when you saw him throw himself in front of that car?" she balled her fist at her side. She was shaking from rage and hate. "He couldn't handle the fact that you were chosen over him! That you were wanted when he wasn't! He doesn't care about you! He hates…" a slap rang out loudly echoing off the walls of the household. Her head was cocked to the side, red and swelling from the force of the strike. Her large jade eyes, wide with shock and disbelief.

The younger twin stood there; glare hard and cold like the gem for which his brother related of his eyes to. His hand was still in the air, still tingling from the contact. He was frozen in place, unable to move or speak as he heard footsteps running toward the room. His eyes were locked on her, even as the others appeared in the doorway. Shock and disbelief filled the air and the silence was deafening. Like a blade his voice cut through it and he didn't even recognize it at first. "DON'T YOU EVER…EVER FUCKING SPEAK OF MY BROTHER LIKE THAT!" his heart was pounding in his chest. It hurt, but his rage just wouldn't die, it grew as the tears streamed down his face. "YOU KNOW NOTHING OF HIM AND YOU SURE AS HELL DON'T KNOW ME!"

She looked to him, horrified and terrified of her kind lover. Never did she think he would strike her. "Matthew…"

Her voice only enraged him more. "GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT AND DON'T COME BACK!" With that he watched as her tears fell from her eyes just before she turned, crying, and ran from the room and down the stairs.

"Matthew-kun…" Kiku stepped forward, he was confused and terrified. What had she done to upset him so much?

Suddenly, Matthew grabbed at his heart falling to the bed, curling up in pain. It had been too much on him, on his weak heart. He thrashed around, trying to rid himself of the growing pain. "ALFRED!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as someone, most likely Kiku ran to him trying to hold him down. He felt a hard smack and his head began to spin. He had hit the headboard of the bed. He began to really panic now. If he called Alfred, Alfred would come and he would make everything better like always. Alfred was everything to him, he made the pain go away, he held his hand throughout his episodes and cooed softly to him, Alfred was strong better half of the twins. "ALFRED!" he screamed again through his thrashing. He clenched his teeth hard biting the side of his cheek and drawing blood. This was a bad one, but he knew it would be. It had been four years since his last episode and they had once been small ones every other month or so. "ALFRED! ALFRED!" he screamed his brother's name at the top of his lungs, crying for the only true family he had. Something was wrong; Alfred should have been there by now. He should have been there to place his head on his lap and hold him steady, keep him from hurting himself, hold his hand and cooing softly like their mother. His heart was braking; Alfred had abandoned him, like their father and mother. He had left him alone to rot away. No! He couldn't think like that! Alfred had never abandoned him, he would never leave him! With one last desperate attempt, he mustered all his strength to this last cry. "ALFRED!"

A familiar hand squeezed his, holding him tightly and laying his head on the soft lap. "Mattie its okay, I'm here. Don't worry you're doing great! We can get through this just like before!" he could feel the trembling in the other's hand as he ran it through his damp hair. "When you get through this, I'll take you for a double scoop of maple ice cream, how's that sound? It's your favorite."

Matthew managed a painful smile. Alfred was there, everything was going to be fine. "A-A-And you…choco-chocolate chunk…right?" his voice was low and hurt from screaming.

Bright sorrowful blue eyes nodded and a kind, warm and loving smile was his alone to have. "Yeah, chocolate chunk, diabetes on a cone…" Matthew felt something small, cold and wet fall on his forehead. Alfred was crying. "Hey…bro remember what we were gonna do when I saved up the money?"

"G-G-Go to Canada…" he whispered, his eyes getting heavier as he did.

His brother began to panic. "Come on Mattie, stay with me! What were we going to do in Canada?" his hand squeezed tighter.

"W-We were…going to see the maple trees…a-and I-I…" he narrowed his eyes, seeing a bunch of bruises on his twin's arms and along his neck. Just what was his brother hiding from him? "'m sorry, eh?"

He watched as his brother's eyes closed and his movements subsided. "Mattie…" he shook him softly, tears flowing from his eyes as all bore witness. Even though Alfred had pushed his way through the others, no one argued or spoke a single word. They just stood there and watched as Alfred held his brother close. A hospital wouldn't help them, hell the last time they had been sent away for wasting the doctor's time. The episodes were common and there was no known way to stop them or even understand the heart condition Matthew had. No Doctor had a name for it. No Doctor would help him ease his brother's suffering. Save Yao and Kiku. A gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. And he looked up into a kind and loving smile. "Afuredo-chan…" he pulled back, hateful of those eyes. Rage, sorrow and regret filled Alfred's being. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" he shouted. "What the hell happened?! How could you let this happened to him?! He's all you got! All you will ever get…" he buried his face in his hands. "You such a fucking idiot…" He was wrapped in a tight embrace by the very man whom knew him best outside of his brother. Unable to contain himself anymore, he hugged the other tightly, crying on his shoulder like a damn child and buried his head into the warm nape. "I'M SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT!" his cries were muffled by the soft skin.

"Hush, it will be okay, Mattie just needs rest now. He made it through the others he can make it through this one too." He didn't take anything Alfred had said to heart because the words were not meant for him, but Alfred himself. Exhaustion, fatigue, hunger, anger, and worry all played a part in Alfred's behavior and it was apparent that something had happened to him. Whatever it was he was after, it must not have gone his way. Yet, now was not the time for that. He looked behind him and spotted Toris. "Oi, could you please get a warm bath started?" The other nodded and quickly set upon his task. He looked to Raivis, "Clothes for him please?" He nodded and set off. "Romano, Feliciano, please prepare some leftovers." Once again his words were headed. "Vash and Eduard could you please move his bed in here and next to Matthew's. Lili, could you be a dear and make the bed for them? Kaoru and Im Young Soo, please be careful and take Matthew and make him comfortable? Mao and Mei could you please run to the house and get the I.V equipment?" He looked to the last person standing in the doorway.

Yao had heard the screams; he was having trouble sleeping alone in his large bed, and feared that something had happened to Alfred. Without a second thought he found himself running from the main house and out into the cold winter without shoes, and here he was. "Onii-san…I need your help with Alfred…" Yao didn't hesitate to move to them. "Alfred, look at me…" Yao's voice was soft and soothing. Just like the first night they were together. Hesitantly, sapphire orbs soon found their way to meet those of dark amber. He seemed so tired, so defeated. "Alfred, Matthew will be okay I promise. Right now you need to let us help you. I know you are tired and this is stressful but if you let it get the better of you nothing good will come of it." He smiled kindly taking the soft hand in his own. "Come, let's take a nice bath and relax you."

For the first time, Alfred did not argue what they had asked. He was too tired to fight them and frankly he felt disgusting! "'kay." It was a low and broken response but he was pulled to his feet. When he had, his ankle gave in to the sharp pain and he fell into Kiku's arms. Yao gently moved the long dress up and looked down at the black and blue swollen ankle. "I tripped on ice…while running…Mattie was calling me…" Kiku fought his own tears. With a bad ankle like that, Alfred still found the strength to stand and run to his brother's aid. He envied such strength, loyalty and love. He wished so desperately that Alfred would love him like that one day.

Alfred found himself relaxing, if one could call it that, in the murky water filled with worm salt. According to Yao, it was really good for your skin. Yet, all he could think of was how his day had played out. Of how he had been so deep in thought he had not heard his brother's cries. He hated himself, hated what he had done and even more so hated the fucking bastard that had fathered them! All that time…all those years he should have known. He was so kind to him, so caring that he tried to fucking save him from the world he had driven him to. The careless absent minded fuck that cared more for himself then the fucking children he brought into the world. He balled his fists. The next time he saw him…he was going to fuck his ass up. He was going to show him just how much his carelessness affected them.

"It's truly a shame. He was cast out to the streets at age six." Sadik's words still haunted him. "Then again, your grandfather had forced it on his first wife and after she found out about the murder oh you can bet that she was quick to give him up." He flicked his cigarette. "It surprised no one really; even his father had been willing to allow her to do that just to save his own ass."

"I don't understand…just tell me his name please!" he was tired of the history lesson.

Sadik had had enough of him. He gripped a handful of the wheat blonde hair and pulling it sharply earning him a yelp. "You think I would be so quick at telling you?" he growled out clearly not happy with the boy. "I waited three fucking years for this night!" he pulled the boy down hard onto his cock earning a scream from him. "Stop your screaming! I fucking know you are en joying this! Fucking whores are all the same, fucking whiny little bitches!" he increased the speed of his thrusts, making sure to hit that spot each time slowly building him up and deny him his climax.

Alfred was in a lot of pain. The rough thrust had pushed against the wall of his body. It hurt like hell and the harsh bitten insults only fed into his already damaged self confidence. Enjoying it? Alfred was repulsed by it. It took every ounce of strength he had not to vomit on the other's chest. He was flipped over then, his legs in the air and pushed above his head as the other slammed mercilessly into him without regret or regard for his well being.

Without warning, the pace quickened and became sloppy. Between his harsh thrusts, he had managed to untie the black lace from around his manhood. That freedom, combined with the assault to his prostate was all Alfred needed. He instinctively he spread his legs wider and let his mind go numb with the continuous attack on his stimulation point. When it had become too much he arched his back and came hard on his own belly. Tears fell from his eyes as he laid there and allowed the other to use him to finish. Sweat poured from the dark skinned male and his grunts and groans only drew Alfred to one final conclusion, Sadik was almost done with him. After, god only knew how many times, Sadik had nothing left as he slammed into him one last time, filling him to the brim with the warm and sticky seed. His body convulsed several times ensuring every last drop had been expelled. Exhaustion claimed him then and he collapsed on top of the small frame breathing heavily. They laid there for some time, until Sadik regained enough energy to roll off of him. "Wonderful! Fucking wonderful! A splendid and well trained whore!" he leaned over and planted a kiss on reluctant lips. "I know you enjoyed it, even if you're too fucking stubborn to admit it."He sat up then and dressed himself properly. Turning to Alfred, he reached in his pocket and threw some bills on top of him some falling to the floor. "Don't let it ever be said I never paid well." Another blow to the child's pride. Sadik headed for the door, before turning around give Alfred a vicious smug smile. "You really are your mother's son; both entered the same way into this dark world. Oh and when you see that bastard father of yours tell him this for me…"He took his mask off, and Alfred's eyes grew wide as if he were a deer in headlights. Horrid scars cut across his left eye as if some animal had clawed him to shreds, his left eye was gone and his eyelid dipped inward, the skin that had healed into scars were a sickeningly pale color contrasting his dark natural skin tone. Something had caused it and by the look at the Turk's face, it had to have been his Father whom had done it. His father had taken Sadik's left eye and made him repulsive as he was now. The very reason he was forced to wear the mask and hide his appearance from the world. "Merci."

A/N

Okay I know that shit has happened big time but guess what! Now you know who Alfred and Mattie's daddy is, or do you? LOL. Big time trouble coming in the next chapter.

Mattie lost his temper and hit a Woman! Oh boy, what next? How will Arthur handle the betrayal? All I can say my dears is to hold out a bit longer and wait for the updates! Until next time my dears!