Gilbert was in pain and, he couldn't believe he got shot. Suddenly he felt himself being grabbed by his collar and then punched in the face. It was pure agony; Gilbert opened his eyes to see his brother hurting him. Gilbert listened as he felt his brother hiss each word of his speech at him.
Gilbert remembered when Ludwig had returned home that one day and begged for hours for him to quit his job, but he didn't want to. His job made him who he was. He wouldn't quit it for anyone. That was the day that good rule following brother changed into one who broke all the rules, before he wouldn't even kiss him and then after that day he did whatever he wanted when he wanted.
Ludwig made it sound like everything was his fault; he felt anger but then guilt. He turned his brother against him; it was his fault that his brother liked the Russian. Gilbert stood there as his brother continued to lecture him; Gilbert refused to believe that this was his fault. It wasn't. It was Ivan's. And one day he would take his revenge, but for now he needed to wait until Ludwig calmed down.
Gilbert felt himself move away from his brother when he told him to die that never has happened before. How strong were his brother's feelings for the Russian?
Gilbert groaned when Ludwig kicked him in the wound, "fuck!" Gilbert said as he rolled over from the pain. He will get his revenge one day.
Ivan was sleeping, but it wasn't comfortable. He had just had a nightmare where he was smaller again, and his dad was coming into his room. But suddenly he was woken when someone ran in and slammed the door shut.
He opened his eyes to see Gilbert smirking at him. Ivan felt scared and confused, where was Ludwig? What was happening?
Gilbert pounced onto the Ivan and started to kiss him; it was too rough and made him feel weak. It was like his dad all over again, he whimpered as he felt himself give up. He didn't want this to happen? He wanted Ludwig, where was he? Didn't he say he would keep him safe?
Ivan suddenly felt Gilberts hand travel down his pants and then onto his dick. This can't be happened. This was just a dream, right? Why wasn't he fighting back? Why did he just freeze? Why was he so weak?
Ivan listened as the other spoke, and then moaned as he felt the hold on his cock tighten. He was a slut, how could he be enjoying this. Suddenly he felt the skin on his neck break, and bleed.
Then…. Nothing but a sound of a gun.
Ivan looked and saw Gilbert on the floor bleeding. Then Ludwig run into the room and hurt him. Ivan would be lying if the sight didn't please him, he never liked the brother, this way Ludwig would be all his now.
After one last kick, Ludwig walked towards him…
Ludwig carefully stroke over Ivan's forehead. "I'm so sorry" he whispered. "I couldn't be here earlier...I'm sorry." He hand shivered lightly. He was full of adrenaline and he still couldn't believe what he just did to his brother. This wouldn't be end without a second fight but for now it was just important that Ivan was save again.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
Ivan recoiled violently when he saw the other move his hand towards him, but then tried to calm himself down. It was only Ludwig.
"You said you were going to keep me safe, you didn't" Ivan said as he looked away from the other, but then he hissed as he felt a pain come from his neck. Gilbert had bitten him hard, harder than anyone ever had in a long time, but not as hard as his dad used to.
"I am okay, it just brought back some…. unwanted memories. Don't worry he just kissed me, bit me, and bruised me around my…. Cock, well at least he didn't fuck me, right?" Ivan said as he felt himself move away from the German, he looked dangerous now.
Ludwig looked away. He had a really bad conscience. "I'm so sorry...I tried everything I could to...I shot at him," he whispered.
"I shot at my own brother...for you...please forgive me..." He stood up and stepped back a bit. The other made him a bit nervous. Would he hurt him because he didn't protect him? He would deserve it.
Ivan felt confused on the inside; he didn't know what to do. He felt confused and angry, he had promised himself that after his dad had died that he would never let himself be taken control of, and here he was. Nearly fucking raped, and the fucking victim all over again.
How could this happen to him? Why did it always happen to him? Ivan suddenly grabbed the German about the neck, shoving him backwards against the wall of the room. Ivan watched as the other hit his head, and let out some noise.
He looks down into the Germans eyes. He threw his fist back, and was about to bring it forward to punch Ludwig... but at the last second he stopped.
Ivan's body was around him then, leaning against the German. The Russian's forehead was against the wall and his eyes were closed. He was breathing hard, and he was trembling. He was trying to calm down.
What was he doing? Was he going to hurt Ludwig because of something that was his own fault? Ivan felt himself cry yet again. Why was he so weak? Why did this man make him want to cry? What was wrong with him?
Ivan sobbed as he punched the wall again and again…
Ludwig gasped when his head hit the wall. He saw when the other tried to punch him he decided to let him, when he suddenly felt the other around him.
He didn't know what to do and just hugged the other. "I'm so sorry..." He tried to calm him down and stroke over his back. After a short while he raised his hand and stopped Ivan to punch the wall. He bit his lip. "I'm sorry..." he whispered.
Ivan moved away from the other, how could he be sorry? Ivan got flashbacks again, Ivan moved to the other wall as he started to punch it imagining his dads face, he kept punching it until blood was leaking out of his broken knuckles.
"Don't say you're sorry when you're not! Just leave, I think your brother needs some help, he might die from blood loss, and he did get shot after all."
"But I AM sorry! Ivan! Stop it!" he pulled him away from the wall. "Damn it Ivan!" Ludwig didn't know what to do anymore. His brother maybe really lost too much blood...but he couldn't leave Ivan alone now.
"If you are really sorry, then let me leave and go back to my own home, its better and safer than living here" Ivan said as he heard the other speak.
He couldn't handle the pain and fear of living here anymore, he needed his vodka, he needed his sunflowers, and he just needed to be gone.
Ludwig swallowed and nodded.
"Okay..." he said quietly and walked out.
All his work...the months he tried to find the other... And it hurt...he didn't want to let the other go...but he wouldn't forbid it. He went to his brother and pressed his hand on the wound. "Let me help you..." he whispered.
Ivan was shocked when the other agreed with him, so he didn't waste any time. He ran out of the house, but he was blinded by his tears, so he didn't see the car coming his way...