Chapter Four: I'll Carry You Home Tonight

Author's Note: Warning! Super fluff ahead!

Gilbert was hot. Heck, he was on fire. His cheeks were already a rosy pinkish color, that matched the tips of his ears. The roaring warmth flooded through his blood, making him seem like he had just jumped into a bath of hot water. God, what he would give for one of those right now...

Suddenly, everything hit him all at once. There was a searing pain in his side, which he guessed that maybe his cut was opening back up again. Slowly, his senses began to awake and he took a moment to realize where he was. He was moving at quite a fast speed but his legs weren't moving, he was riding on something. He then felt something hard but warm against his chest and his arms where draped around the same thing.

All of a sudden, his eyes came into focus. He was riding on the back of Ivan. His head lay on his shoulder, almost touching the other's head and Gilbert's arms were around Ivan's neck. His hand were still trapped in Ivan's though, as if he was a child holding onto his mother before they crossed a busy street.

Gilbert lifted his head, gazing around at the landscape to see if they made any progress to Ivan's house and to find out what the heck actually happened to him.

Ivan seemed to have felt Gilbert's movement, since he turned his head to the side so he could get a look at Gilbert's face with one of his purple eyes. "Good to see you're awake." He commented as Gilbert let out a slight yawn.

"Ugh... What happened to me?" He asked stiffly, raising his free hand up to rub his eyes and then ruffled his hair slightly, sending some snowflakes scattering on the two of them. Looks like I've been out cold for quite some time then... Gilbert noticed.

"You passed out while we were walking, so I decided to carry you." Ivan said stiffly, his face was unreadable. There was no playful look in his eyes and his signature smile wasn't on his face. He appeared almost statue-like which almost made Gilbert want to poke his cheek so that he'd go back to normal.

"Eh?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "I'd thought you would just drag me instead."

"Do I look like I'm dragging you?" Ivan shot back sharply, the dark look back in his eyes again.

"No," He grumbled back, placing his head back down on Ivan's shoulder. As much as he didn't like being this close to the taller man, he did enjoy the fact that he didn't have to walk around for now. "But it sounds like something you would do..."

"Well, consider it a friendly gesture." Ivan said simply, his mouth was twitching as though he were trying to hide a smile that was creeping onto his lips.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly to get a better look at his face, seeing if he was joking or not. "Since when did you become so considerate?" He asked, both confused and amused.

Ivan didn't answer, but merely fidgeted with his scarf again. Was he getting nervous? Gilbert thought as the other placed the scarf over the majority of his face again. But that's when the albino saw something and he knew that it wasn't his mind playing tricks again. He actually saw it.

Ivan was blushing.

The taller man's pale face and gained some color once he had turned his face away from Gilbert. Just before Ivan had placed the scarf over his mouth, Gilbert had just the right amount of time to see the light tint of red that now covered the Russian's face.

Something inside Gilbert's chest leapt, and he had no idea why. It kept getting faster and faster, and he wasn't able to control it. He tried to get his breathing to slow whatever that was happening in his chest, but it was no use. He was sure that Ivan could feel that loud pounding in Gilbert's chest on his back.

But before the either of them had anything to say about the matter, Ivan pointed up ahead in the snow.

"There it is." He said stiffly.

Up above in the snow, Gilbert could make out a smaller house. It was a one story house, and looked more like a cottage rather than a house. It was plain and simple, but there were many windows in the front with large curtains draped on the inside. Gilbert couldn't see any farther into the house, but he had to admit that it looked nicer than the old shack that he was previously in.

"It's nice, da?" Ivan had been watching him, noting that Gilbert's face had lighten up slightly when he saw the house.

But Gilbert just rolled his eyes. "It's better than the shack, I'll admit." He muttered bitterly, but that was just enough for Ivan to pull another smile as they drew closer. The albino didn't say anything more, but just still held on to Ivan, hoping that he wouldn't slid off the other's back.

By the time they neared the house, Gilbert snuck a peek inside through the windows. It looked a bit cozy, as he noticed the couches near the fireplace.

Maybe it wouldn't be bad here...

There was a blurry flash that moved around in the house and that suddenly caught Gilbert's attention. It wasn't a thing, so who was it? Was it one of Ivan's sisters?

"Ah, looks like Toris is home." He said calmly, reaching for the door, still not dropping the albino off his back yet. Gilbert just raised an eyebrow like he was supposed he knew who the other was, but didn't bother to question Ivan yet.

Ivan opened the door now, walking inside and shaking the snow off from his boots. He slid Gilbert carefully off his back, placing the other man by the door once it was closed. He then began to take off Gilbert's bloodied coat.

"Woah! What are you doing?" Gilbert gasped aloud, trying to snatch back his coat.

Ivan just looked down at him, innocently confused. "I was taking your coat. Wouldn't you want it cleaned?"

Gilbert kept a hard stare with him, but he was still so tired, that he didn't bother to argue with the taller man. So he just reluctantly slid his arms off his blue coat, revealing his bloodied white shirt underneath.

"Oh dear, looks like that one's a mess too." Ivan pursed his lips together. He moved his hands up to Gilbert's shirt and began tugging it off, slightly revealing Gilbert's milky white chest underneath.

"Geez! Will ya quite stripping me?!" Gilbert shrieked, slapping back Ivan's hands and tried to place his shirt back on. "We've only been here a few seconds and you're already acting like you want me in your bed!"

Ivan's unblinking eyes just looked down at him. What appeared to be a glimpse of hopefulness flashed in the other's eyes for a moment, but was gone in a heartbeat.

Gilbert let out a sigh, turning away from the other and began to untie his boots. Placing them by the door, he smoothed out his shirt before turning back around.

He could feel his face being heated up again. Ivan looked so hopeful just then... Was that true about what I said? Was that what Ivan's plan was? The more Gilbert thought about it, the more logical it seemed to sound. And the more logical it started to sound, the more terrified Gilbert seemed to become.

"Toris? Can you go clean this?" Ivan's voice seemed to bring back Gilbert from his thoughts.

That was when he realized he had his head against the wall, slumped over slightly in thought. Clearing his throat, Gilbert turned back around and saw Ivan handing off his coat to the other man, who was probably the Toris that Ivan had address.

Toris took the coat carefully before giving the taller man a shaky smile. He nodded slowly and then left down the hallway, without saying anything.

"What's with him?" Gilbert asked as soon as Toris was out of earshot.

"Hm?" Ivan turned back around, his hands behind his back. "Oh, Toris? That's just how he always is." He nodded, smiling smugly.

Gilbert felt as though he were missing something here. It bothered him slightly, but decided against it to not to push it any farther. Sighing, he reached up a hand to his hair, ruffling it again.

"Do'ya mind if I use your shower? I kinda don't want to be covered in blood anymore." He asked quietly.

Ivan chuckled. "But you look better in blood," he said simply, making Gilbert just roll his eyes again. "Sure, you can use the one in my room." He offered, beckoning the other to follow him to the hallway.

As Gilbert followed him, he soon realized that the house was definitely bigger on the inside than on the out. The living room was fairly big. Big enough to hold two small couches and a fireplace. The kitchen was opposite to the living room. There was a fridge, stove, and a pantry, probably full of food. That made Gilbert's stomach growl slightly. Maybe he could grab something when Ivan wasn't looking...

Ivan led him down the hallway, passing two rooms before he approached one. It was in the back of the house on the left side. Obviously, this must be Ivan's room.

The taller man just smiled as he opened the door for Gilbert, like he was showing him a whole new world. Gilbert cast Ivan a worried glance and edged his way inside, with Ivan following close behind him.

The room was a bit small. There was a large window on the farthest wall over, opening to the snowy realm outside. Next to the window, was Ivan's bed. It was quite large and looked like it had been freshly cleaned. It looked welcoming, making Gilbert even more tired than he already was. There was a nightstand next to the bed, holding a few of Ivan's items on the top. But other than that, there wasn't much else in there.

"The bathroom's in here." He gestured to the door near a corner of the small room. Gilbert reluctantly walked over to it, flicking on the light switch and nodding. "I'll have Toris get you some clean clothes for you to change into." Ivan continued as Gilbert leaned against the threshold to the bathroom door.

Gilbert took this quick second to notice that Ivan wasn't making eye-contact with him. That increased the albino's suspicion. Something was definitely going on in his head.

"Yeah... okay." Gilbert wasn't much of a person of saying thanks, so he just nodded in response, closing the door as Ivan turned away. Breathing out a heavy sigh, he ran a hand through his hair as he turned towards the shower.

Glancing up at his reflection, he stopped for a moment to examine himself. His white-hair was sticking up in every direction. His red eyes looked even more red from the lack of sleep he was getting. And he just looked paler than he usually did.

God, I look awful...

Gilbert sighed again in defeat, rubbing one of his eyes before turning on the hot water for the shower. Stripping down, he looked at his reflection again. There were so many cuts and wounds along his body that he couldn't even begin to know how poorly or how well those will heal up.

The shower felt amazing. Gilbert had managed to clean out some of his wounds, especially the one on his side. The bleeding had stopped, which was good, and the hot water seemed to make Gilbert's sense waken up again. He almost felt reborn again.

Smiling to himself in the mirror after he had dressed in the simple T-shirt and pants that Toris must have left for him, he headed out of the bathroom.

Ivan's bedroom was quiet, considering Gilbert was the only one in there. The door was closed, but the curtains were still drawn back on the windows.

He was about to head out of the room, when he stopped. Instead, Gilbert traveled to Ivan's bed, moving around to the opposite side so he could be closer to the window. The snow had stopped falling hard now and Gilbert was about to make out a small line of trees. He assumed that that wasn't where he came from, since it seemed a lot closer here than actually walking to the forest.

Gilbert sat down against the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable, as he continued looking out the window. The snowflakes were falling peacefully to the ground, adding to the collection. He wondered what it would be like to be a snowflake, just having one job to fall to the ground. Of course, it was silly to wonder that, but Gilbert just shrugged. Being a snowflake is probably better than being here.

Suddenly, without a warning, something attacked Gilbert from behind. It was large and held on to his waist tightly. He was about to yell out, bringing his arm up to strike back when he stopped.

Ivan was holding onto him by his waist. The taller man was laying on his stomach with his head on the side of Gilbert (thankfully not his wounded side). The purple eyes were closed as Ivan breathed in heavily, leaning his cheek on Gilbert's side.

Gilbert slowly but his hands down once he realized who it was. His first instinct was to push him off and demand what the hell he was doing. But Gilbert, for some odd reason, didn't. Ivan seemed to notice this too, by peeking an eye open at the albino for a split second.

Gilbert just felt his mouth go up in a small smile before placing his hand gently on top of Ivan's head, feeling how soft his hair was. Ivan seemed to like that and leaned his head more into Gilbert's hand.

It was weird seeing how child-like Ivan was behaving right now. As though he were some sort of dog waiting to be paid attention to. Gilbert couldn't help but feel that harsh beating inside his chest again, as though he were about to have a heart attack of some sort.

What was going on with him?

Ivan still had his eyes closed, hugging Gilbert just as tight, and remained motionless for a few minutes. Gilbert still stroked his hair, not really sure as to why he still was, but didn't bother to question it.

"You're so warm..." Came Ivan's muffled voice after a while, snuggling closer.

Gilbert snorted in amusement. "Well, I did just come for the shower, idiot." He shook his head, moving his hand off from Ivan's hand to his lap. He continued looking out the window, watching the small snowflakes again. But he had on this small smile, feeling himself heat up again.

I really have to stop doing that...

"Why did you stop?" Ivan moved his head up slightly. "I liked when you did that."

Gilbert looked down at the taller man again, who looked like he hadn't moved a muscle since he got here. Smirking and shaking his head slightly in dismay, he placed his hand back on Ivan's head.

But this time was different. Suddenly, Gilbert felt himself being yanked backwards onto the bed. He closed his eyes, bracing for the impact, even though it wasn't hard.

"Hey-!" Gilbert protested, opening one of his eyes and glancing up at Ivan, who was sitting atop of him. But he was suddenly silenced when Ivan brought his head down and placed his mouth on his.

Shock raced through Gilbert's body, trying to comprehend what was going on. But he couldn't think. It was like someone had just turned off his brain for everything. He just stared up at the other with wide eyes.

Ivan's lips were cold though, sending shivers up Gilbert's spine, as they worked around Gilbert's own. He could feel the Russian's tongue suddenly slide across his lips as he then went into panic mode.

What should he do?

What can he do?

Soon, Ivan's tongue was in his mouth and Gilbert couldn't help but allow him to enter. The kissing felt so deep and passionate that Gilbert didn't really know how to deal with it. Ivan was definitely taking control over him; he couldn't even get his own senses to function properly.

Ivan's tongue clashed with that of Gilbert's as their lips brushed and licked with an endless intensity that was to a point of no return. Both their hearts seemed to pound loudly in their chests as if beating to some sort of rhythm that only they could understand.

This was wrong on so many levels. Yet, why did it feel like it was the right thing to do?

Ivan suddenly let go of the other's lips and traveled downward, leaving a trail of kisses along Gilbert's neck and slowly down to the collar of his shirt. Gilbert closed his eyes for a moment while his breathing became a soft, sensual sigh. Whatever rational thoughts he was trying to grasp were already slipping out of his mind.

"Ich... Why are you doing this?" Gilbert asked aloud in a shaky voice, opening his eyes as Ivan began unbuttoning the while shirt that he had on. Ivan didn't respond as he pulled off the shirt and tossed it to the side where it was easily forgotten.

Letting out a small sigh, Ivan sat up, smiling down at Gilbert, who lay in a heaping mess on his bed. He took this moment to admire the other's exposed creamy chest that looked almost as white as the snow outside. Those purple eyes, as Gilbert now realized, were now blazing with the deepest craving.

"You're so beautiful, Gilbert." Ivan said breathlessly, his eyes growing soft as he smiled slightly down at the other. He ran a hand up and down to caress the other's muscled chest.

That made Gilbert's face run red again. He'd never been called beautiful before by anyone. Heck, he's never actually been given a compliment quite like that. Before, people had always been cautious around him due to the fact that he was extremely pale and had red eyes due to his albinism.

That's why he would always call himself awesome. Because there was no one else around to tell that to him. Not even his own brother ever mentioned such compliments to him before.

Gilbert didn't know how to respond to Ivan, so he just covered his face instead.

"You're blushing," Ivan commented, amusement in his tone again.

"Am not!" Gilbert retorted, covering his face again and muttering crossly to himself.

Ivan leaned closer and moved Gilbert's hands out of his face. "You're cute when you do." His smile increased more as he closed his eyes, placing another hard kiss on the other's lips.

This kiss was a lot more hotter and intense. The murky taste of Ivan was like nectar, the fabled drink of the gods. It was wondrously intoxicating and it made his head spin. Gilbert hadn't even bothered to put up much of a resistance and instead gave himself willingly to pleasure. It seemed to keep Gilbert a lot more distracted to realize that his pants where almost off of him.

"Woah. Woah!" Gilbert called aloud, breaking away from Ivan quickly and trying to move out from underneath the taller man. But that did no help. "Wait... Wait... Please don't." Gilbert begged softly, bit his lip.

"Oh? Why ever not?" Ivan's face was close again, but his eyes were closed. Both of their noses were almost touching as a smirk settled on Ivan's lips again.

Gilbert blushed again, not sure how to respond so he just hid his face. "Don't smile, dammit!" He complained, feeling himself start to shake with nerves. "It pisses me off!"

Ivan just simply ignored that, still smiling with his eyes closed. It was weird seeing Ivan like this, the albino had to admit, but he was also terrified of what was going on. He had trouble trying to catch his breath as Ivan held him closer again, his lips planting a short kiss on the hand Gilbert used to cover his face now.

After a moment, he just let out a heavy sigh. "I was just thinking about how angry Ludwig would be if he knew that I'd do to your body." He smiled warmly.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Why would he get angry?"

That caused Ivan's eyes to open. Those purple orbs were filled with so much lust that it made some of the color Gilbert had just gained drain away.

"You wanna find out?"

Just want to say that I can't write smut for my life, so the next chapter will take place the next day. ^-^ Thanks!