Chapter 5

Warnings: Time skip, drug abuse, gambling, physical abuse, and rape, mostly in that order.

The years in college went by fast after that night. Their lives were made easier and happier by the others presence and Yao and Ivan fell hopelessly and completely in love with each other. Most nights after graduating from their freshman year of college were spent doing late night study groups and cramming for tests. But the nights they had together were celebrated in the bed, twisting and writhing against each other in a passionate dance. When they were finished they always laid in each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings and barely heard 'I love you' over and over again until the sun painted the sky a dull baby blue and soft pink.

During Yao's last year, almost all of his nights were spent away from Ivan. And the nights he did get to spend with him were filled with tears and soft goodbyes. Ivan would be staying another three years in college to get his P.H.D. He seemed to be getting more and more depressed the closer the end of the school year got. Yao usually wouldn't see him at night and their relationship started to become strained. Whenever Yao would come home late from a study session and Ivan was there Ivan would usually freak out and scream and throw things at him. It was only two weeks before Yao left that he noticed scars on Ivan's wrists, after another fight, much more serious and regarding Ivan's sanity, Ivan stormed out of the apartment and Yao graduated six days later without even a sight of Ivan. After scoring through the streets in the town around the apartments he found Ivan drinking at a bar. Trying to make him come back with Yao was useless and he'd had enough, so that night, in a dingy alley way outside of the bar, Yao made the worst mistake of his life and broke up with Ivan. Saying how he never should have come back the first time they had sex and how Ivan really was just a mistake. He didn't notice how heavily Ivan was crying when he left, he didn't care and he hated himself because he cared so much before.

Working in a huge five star restaurant didn't give Yao a lot of time to think. But when he took breaks between shifts all he that was on his mind was Ivan, "What is wrong Monsieur, is something troubling you?" A heavily accented voice brought Yao out of his thoughts, sighing he looked to his right at the Frenchman he met at college "Yes…yes everything's fine Francis…just, get back to work." While cooking was his passion he didn't really like having to have Francis as his sous chef "You are still thinking about Ivan non?" Apparently after Elizaveta woke up in the hospital she was still drugged and she let it slip that Yao was dating Ivan. Most people feared Ivan for his strange mood swings so they found him scary enough not to talk about him. But almost every student and teacher in the college came up to Yao telling him not to date him but Yao never listened, he didn't care about what anyone else said he loved Ivan then. Francis and a few others were the only ones that didn't berate Yao for loving Ivan, in fact Francis came up to Yao after class one day and applauded him for it and said how everyone, even Ivan needs 'l'amour'. "Yeah, I…I just can't stop thinking about him…I wish, I wish I never broke up with him." Francis chuckled knowingly "Monsieur, take the rest of the weekend off and look for him, I have everything under control oui?" Yao rolled his eyes; of course Francis would suggest that. This was his job…but then, Ivan was the only thing he could think about and he wasn't preforming his best work with his mind all muddled like this. "Yes fine, just take care of everything…got it frenchie?" Stepping out of the building and pulling out the keys to his rather modest car he barely heard Francis mutter 'Good luck'.

For Ivan this was his life, this was his air, food, and water. He couldn't live without it. Sticking the needle in the vein on the inside of his elbow he gave a weak groan and threw his head back. Already feeling the high fog his brain, "Y'know, I could help you get somethin' better." Ivan jerked his head around and he was face to face with a large man with dark brown hair, scruff on his chin and a strange white mask covering his eyes. "Who are you?" He's never seen this man before but if he could get him something better than heroine he was game. "M'names Sadiq, 's all ya need to know 'k, now d'ya wanna know how to get somethin' better than that weak shit?" Throwing the now empty needle to the ground Ivan nodded and slumped on the brick wall behind him. "Sure…is it cheap comrade?" Ivan felt a sudden coolness on the side of his head and looking to the side his saw it was a gun, his eyes widened substantially. "Oh…Y'know pretty cheap if ya could just get your druggie ass in the car." Feeling a large hand wrap completely around his arm he allowed Sadiq to drag him non to gently to a sleek limo. Ivan didn't feel anything anymore, his body and mind were numb from the drug and everything was getting hazy. He saw the leather of the seat and felt something cool run down his throat then everything went black. That sleep was the first time where he dreamed in around three years. He dreamt about Yao, about the time they first made love then the time he walked into the living room to see Yao sobbing on the couch because of some foreign melo-drama. Then he dreamed about everything that happened to him after Yao left him. After that night in the alley way Ivan's life went downhill, he dropped out of college, became addicted to weed which later leaded to cocaine and then to heroine. He lost almost all of his weight, he looked like a walking skeleton; some of his hair fell out and he had huge bags under his eyes which made him look like a raccoon. His mood swings have been getting worse and worse and a day hardly passed where he didn't punch a wall one minute and cry himself to sleep the next.

When Ivan woke up he felt weights on his wrists and ankles. Looking around he was in a lavish bedroom, and he was chained to a bed spread eagle style. That's when he began to panic, what the hell was happening and why the hell did it have to happen to him. "So, you're awake. Good." Twisting he head around he saw a huge man leaning against a door frame which looked like it lead to a bathroom. "You'll need all your energy." The large man walked over the dresser and turned on a video camera. Now that the man was in the dim light Ivan could see him better, he appeared to have a bushy gray mustache and wrinkles that showed his age, but he wore a tailored suit that looked extremely expensive. "You're probably wondering who I am, little one, you can call me Winter." Ivan was about to ask what was going to happen to him but he stopped, he didn't care anymore. After Yao left him he didn't have a reason to live, what else was he going to do anyway? Get drunk then try and beg for money to get heroine. It didn't matter, he didn't matter. Ivan was useless; he didn't have a purpose on this planet. "Little one…your sad, but why?" Ivan felt tears well in his eyes, he was about to open his mouth but Winter cut him off and swept his hand in between Ivan's legs, "Ha-ha, is this why your crying? You want me that bad hm? Well they did say they gave you a drink before you passed out…" He craned his head down and noticed he only had his boxers on, with a raging hard on straining to get out of course. Such was his luck now. He looked up to see Winter drop his coat then his shirt and then pants. Well…this isn't going to end well. "I've been watching you for a while now, Ivan, and even though you look half dead…I like what I see." Ivan gulped, this definitely wasn't going to end well.

"Ok you're signed in, you can go see her now." Roderich nodded curtly and pushed his glasses up his nose as he walked away. It's been three years and Elizaveta was still in physical therapy, her parents thought it would be best and of course who was Elizaveta to go against their wishes. The wound wasn't all that serious in reality, it hit right above her heart and she was perfectly fine after two weeks of medicine and therapy but she still had to respect her parents wishes no matter what. "Roderich! I'm so happy you're here! Is that dumbass albino with you?" m