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Ivan woke up early in the morning, and saw that Ludwig was still asleep, Ivan smiled but then the smile disappeared when he saw that the German had been crying, does he really hate It here that much? He thought that they had a connection; he thought maybe… maybe he liked him.

How could he like a killer like you?

How could he like someone who raped him?

How could he like someone who is damaged goods?

Ivan shakes his head as if that would help get rid of the voices but it didn't, he decided that he had plenty of toys and he had hurt Gilbert enough, maybe he should let him go now. Ivan got up, got dressed, and then carried Ludwig into his car and drove him back to his house, he then left him by the door as he knocked.

Ivan ran and hid behind a tree to see what or who would come out and collect his toy.

Ludwig didn´t wake up when he was moved. He lost too much blood and he needed the sleep, more than ever before. He just woke up when a door was opened. He winced heavily and sat up. He looked around confused and noticed that he was in his garden.

Was it just a bad dream? Why was he still alive? He looked down but no...It wasn´t a dream. He felt the pain through his whole body and he had the weird things on. He slowly raised his hand to his neck, noticing that his cross was still missing.

Ivan watched as the German woke up, he looked confused and then he started searching his neck for something, that when Ivan noticed that he hadn't returned the cross back to him, Ivan smiled knowing that at least he had something to remember him, but maybe if he came looking for Ivan, for the necklace then he could have some more fun.

But would he actually try to find him, or would he stay away from the Russian, he was a scary man. Well it looked like it is all up to the German. Ivan winced when he saw Gilbert opened the door and look down at his Ludwig, Ivan knew he should leave but he couldn't stop himself at starting, he just hoped that none of them noticed him.

Ludwig looked at his brother and slowly tried to stand up. "Find another job!" He hissed. He supported him on the wall and raised himself up. "You won´t do your "work" there anymore. Did you understand me?!"

Ludwig didn´t know where he got the power to speak so confident and strong. He leaned against the wall, because otherwise he would fall.

Ivan watched when suddenly his submissive toy became confident, and started trying to tell his brother to stop doing his work, Ivan giggled, as if the Gilbert would stop just for his little brother, now that was Ludwig being cute all over again, his pet was adorable.

Ivan watched as the German tried to stand up, but he had to lean against the wall for support, he must have fucked him hard, he looked like he was in pain and could barely stand, how interesting. Gilbert didn't say anything, but he had just leaned towards Ivan's pet and hugged him, Ivan hissed as he saw this embrace, he wasn't allowed to do that!

Ludwig was his and no one else's.

Ludwig pulled him closer and closed his eyes. He didn´t thought that he would see his brother ever again. "I think I have to go to the hospital," he whispered. He leaned lightly into the hug of his brother and breathed in. "I missed you more than ever before," he whispered.

Ivan gave one sad glance as he saw Ludwig tell his brother how much he missed him, but he knew that there was nothing he could do to win him over, all he had left was his business, maybe with enough Vodka and some new toys he would soon learn to forget about him, unless Ludwig decided to return which Ivan knew wouldn't happen.

(6 MONTHS LATER!)

It has been 6 months since he had that one exhilarating night with his German man, and still he couldn't get the man out of his head. He hadn't seen him since that morning when he returned him, but he still had the cross necklace which he kept close just to remember him. It hurt knowing that even when he had said 'I only want you to hear me moan' he was lying, because he hadn't returned.

A small part of Ivan had hoped that maybe he would have returned looked for him, anything really but he didn't and that hurt. So Ivan resulted to drinking away his problems, it would take a while for him to get drunk, because he had an high tolerance to alcohol, so it would normally take him up to 30 bottles of vodka, until he was drunk.

Ivan was at his house, sitting on his chair going through some CCTV footage of some of the recent deals, he had to make sure no one was doing anything wrong, or if he had any moles. It was a boring job, but it had to be done, he had to keep his business steady and good.

Gilbert hadn't stopped his business, instead it had gotten better and it didn't help that he had some help from some people in Ivan's mafia, he had some spies and he needed to find who they were. Currently Ivan was on his 20th bottle of Vodka and was thinking back to the night with the German, he needed to forget about him.

But suddenly his thoughts where gone when he heard someone breaking down his door…

Ludwig talked a lot to his brother, about his job, until he accepted to work for him. He worked as a sniper for his deal and for the army. It was weird. He fought against those people so long and now he was one of them. The night changed him. There were things he couldn´t fight against in the good way. He had to break rules.

The German fully recovered. He had searched for Ivan and he did everything to get proofs. He told no one about the night. Not even Gilbert knew exactly what happened. It was such a satisfaction for him, when they broke down the door and he saw the house again. Yeah. The right one.

The Blonde stood there. He wore his jump boots, his army trousers and a olive green t-shirt, a bulletproof vest, an olive green cap and sunglasses and of course his dog-tags. In his hands he held his gun and grinned evilly.

Ivan placed his hand in his pocket and took out a small gun he always had with him, he knew that many people would want to kill him, so he always kept a gun with him just in case, but he couldn't believe someone was breaking into his house right now, no one knew about this house, it was a secret.

How could anyone know about this… unless it was his pet? He was the only one who has been in this house and has lived.