Ivan was at home alone waiting for Ludwig to return back home; it had been a couple of hours and he still hadn't heard anything from Ludwig. He started to get worried, what was he supposed to do? Should he return to his house and see if he was okay? Or should he stay here?

Suddenly Ivan's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. It must be Ludwig, the thoughts of his German and the warm fire with some vodka made him smile. Suddenly when he opened the door he felt himself being pushed up against the wall with such force that made him want to scream.

He had automatically closed his eyes from habit so he couldn't see who was holding a small blade against his neck, so he didn't see anyone's face when he was knocked out.

(Few hours later)

"Ugh..." he awoke to the feeling of extremely sore arms. He then felt a dull pain around his neck; he could see the dried blood that had fallen from his neck to his chest. That stupid bastard had made a small cut on his throat.

Dazed, he blearily opened his eyes and tried to see what was happening. He was lying on his back in a king-sized bed, in his own king-sized bed, as he looked around himself; he realized that he was in his own home.

What appeared to be his long cream coat, along with his shoes, socks, and scarf, were tossed carelessly on the floor. He also noted that it was night-time from looking out the glass doors that led to the balcony.

"What...am I doing here?" he mumbled softly. A dull headache pounded in his forehead, and he groaned.

It all came rushing back at once. Ludwig, the mysterious man... The knife. He needed to escape! With a guttural cry he lurched forward, only to fall back in agony when his arms flared up in pain. He calmly rolled his head back and saw that his wrists were bound tightly to the headboard by a thick rope.

He had tried to move his legs and tested the strength of his bindings; they wouldn't budge, even though he was tired up he was still definitely one of the strongest people he knew. The only thing his struggling accomplished was chafing the skin on his wrists.

"I see you are finally awake, Ivan" came a sing-song voice to the left. He craned his neck to see the blurry outline of a German man leaning over the bed. He instantly recognised him as Gilbert.

He snarled at the figure looming over him. "What the hell are you doing?! Let me go right now!" He jolted against his bindings again, but it still had no effect.

The other male shook his head. "We haven't even started yet... I have been waiting for you to wake up. It has been nearly three hours, sleepyhead!" Leaning forward, he traced the contours of his cheekbones, causing his heart to cringe.

"I must have given you more Ketamine than I thought…"

Gilbert crawled onto the bed and sat on his stomach, pressing his weight down and causing him to wince from the pressure. He then trailed his fingers down to his collarbone and traced small circles into the skin.

Ivan felt scared; he wanted to go back to Ludwig. But one thing he had been learned was that Gilbert loved to see his fear. So he spat at his captor's face, his eyes defiant and shining with resolve.

"Go to hell!"

Gilbert reached up and swiped the saliva from his cheek with the back of his hand. He chuckled again and pressed two fingers harshly against his throat, effectively closing off the windpipe.

"Oh, lvan. You have no idea what I have in store for you..." He pressed harder and harder with the intentions of making a bruise. "I am going to break you..." he said in a scary whisper.

"How?" Ivan had asked.

The towering man leaned forward until their faces were merely inches apart. His voice dropped down to a low tone, barely above a whisper, as he stared down coldly into Ivan's eyes. He allowed a moment of complete silence, hot breath ghosting over skin, observing him as Ivan squirmed uncomfortably.

"I am going to make you mine," he released his fingers from his throat.

Ivan froze. Suddenly Ivan was silenced as Gilbert pressed their lips together, fisting his white hair and tugging roughly on it. Ivan cried out in surprise and immediately started twisting and thrashing around in a desperate attempt to break away.

Gilbert took this opportunity to slip his tongue down Ivan's throat, plunging it for all it was worth and tasting every corner and crevice.

His blood pounded through his veins, his adrenaline spiking to a high he didn't know was possible. After the initial shock passed, he wrenched his head to the side in an attempt to separate his mouth from Gilberts.

"Get off me!" he choked as Gilbert playfully nipped at his ear and throat,

Gilbert smirked, licking his cheek and relishing in the shiver that coursed through Ivan's body. He grinded against Ivan's body, he felt disgusting and scared. Will anyone come to save him?

It was hot in here. So, so hot. Ivan felt like he was suffocating. He couldn't move, couldn't think straight. Gilbert was quickly taking control, biting and licking and sucking and restricting to the point where he felt like his body was about to combust.

He hated this so much. He was being violated, and he was too weak to do anything- He couldn't push the other away or even break free from his bindings. He cried out in sheer frustration, muscles tightening at every point in his body as he kicked and flailed futilely. Gilbert, in turn, smiled wider and dove in for Ivan's lips.

Ivan gasped at the sensation of his mouth being invaded again, and his throbbing heart jumped each time the towering German grinded against his body.

"Enjoying yourself, Ivan?" the guy teased, rolling his hips torturously slow and causing Ivan to whine. Why was his body reacting like this?!

"I hate you..." Ivan breathed.

Suddenly a cold, smooth object was suddenly pressed against his cheek and slid down to just below his navel. His eyes instantly flew back open in shock. Gilbert was caressing a long silver blade against Ivan's lower stomach, lightly dragging the metal across his skin.

He cut Ivan open and laughed as he saw the blood pool out in drops.

He cut Ivan one last time before slipping it under his shirt. He tugged the weapon up, ripping the seams of the shirt with a frightening precision. Once the material had been torn in half, Gilbert tugged it off to reveal Ivan's chest, now glistening with a nervous sweat.

"You know what else I used this Knife for? I used it to carver some words into Ludwig's back… before I raped him" Gilbert said as he watched the others reaction.

"You wouldn't rape your own brother would you?" Ivan asked with anger in his voice. "Yeah, I made him dress up and then I raped him long and hard for ages, and he took it because he thought he was saving you" Gilbert said as he smirked.

"You bastard" Ivan said as he tried to escape. "Oh well we shouldn't talk about him, let's talk about you instead" Gilbert said as he looked at the Russian.

Ivan cringed under the others considering gaze. His breaths and heartbeat had become panicked. Gilbert took him off guard when he slid his hand beneath Ivan's waistband. His fingers wrapped around his erection and thumbed the sensitive slit, lazily pumping the shaft a few times to further arouse Ivan.

He shuddered at the touch, inhaling sharply. "Nngh...Fuck...Let go of me!"

Gilbert smiled at Ivan as Ivan looked away from his crimson eyes. He stroked harder and breathed hot air over his ear. "Are you having fun yet?" he asked. Ivan didn't reply, as he looked up at the man with a scared look.

Gilbert continued to stroke Ivan, he tried his best to block out everything-the sounds of skin touching hot skin and the bed springs creaking under their weight; the feeling of Ivan's cock in the others' hand and tongue twirling in his mouth, the heat that seemed to lock Ivan in a chokehold embrace and muddle his thoughts.

He was begging for Ludwig to walk in and rescue him, he needed help. His eyes enlarged when he saw what was happening next. Gilbert was unbuckling his belt.

"Hmm. I think we've messed around long enough, yes?" He smiled down at Ivan.

Ivan felt his heart clench at the thought of what would soon happen if things stayed this way. He thrashed his arms with renewed force, watching in horror as the other man unzipped Ivan and released his own throbbing erection. Grabbing Ivan's flustered hips; Gilbert pulled back and attempted to slide off his pants.

He resisted and shot his legs out with the remaining energy he had. By sheer force of luck he managed to land a hit square in the other's chest; Gilbert surprisingly coughed as the wind was knocked out of him. He took a split second to breathe, and then with the combination of his freed upper body and rushing adrenaline, He pulled with all of his strength.

The rope snapped. His wrists were still tied together, but now he had been separated from the headboard.

"Finally!" He gasped out in relief. He swung his hands forward blindly in an attempt to land another hit, hopefully on that bastard's face. However he missed, due to the pain that he felt as he tried to move.

Gilbert quickly recovered from the previous kick and pounced back on Ivan just as his shoulder was grazed. Gilbert roughly grabbed Ivan's sore wrists, pinning them back up against the headboard at an awkward angle as he pressed his weight on Ivan's body.

Gilbert shook his head in disapproval. "Oh Ivan, I had originally intended to make this experience very pleasurable for you," he loomed again over Ivan, not quite seething with anger, but instead emitting a powerful aura that one could truly call terrifying.

He shoved his pants to his knees and slid his length eagerly, heatedly, over Ivan's entrance. "But now, I think I just want to make you hurt. I want you to feel what's happening to you."

"And now for the main event," Gilbert said as he thrusted his member down to the hilt into Ivan's ass and started pounding him into mattress. Due to his eyes being closed, he didn't see Gilbert lining himself up with Ivan's entrance, so he was introduced to a new kind of pain when he felt something huge enter him. He heard a scream and then he noticed that it was coming from his own mouth.

Ivan's eyes widened at the feeling of the others guys cock rubbing against his backside. No! In a last-ditch effort, he wildly struggled, kicked, screamed, pleaded-anything to prevent this from happening.

He couldn't do this! Not now, not here, and not in this way!

"No...no, no, no! No! Please stop it! Please! I'm begging you, stop! STOP!"

"G-Gilbert " he all but screamed, he opened his eyes to see Gilbert pounding into him and then taking out a few inches of his member before harshly shoving it back in. He felt the blood leaking out and messing up the bed, but he couldn't see it. He then noticed the sweat on Gilbert's chest as he thrusted again and again, going faster and hitting Ivan's prostrate with each thrust.

He wasn't exactly sure when the tears started falling.

It might have been the agonizing moment when Gilbert was pushed inside him, painfully ripping away both his skin and dignity; maybe it was when the huge man started moving, forcing himself in and out with such a brutality and shamelessness that no person with a heart would be capable of doing.

That's when he felt himself going back to his past.

Ivan looked up and saw his dad in front of him.

"Don't worry it's just a special game, it won't hurt if you be good" his dad had said as he had pushed inside him.

"DADDY I DON'T LIKE IT… it hurts" Ivan whimpered with his eyes closed. Gilbert smirked as he saw the tears running down Ivan's face. "Well no one cared" Gilbert said as he pulled the others hair. "Ivan the slut, fucked by his dad, fucked his me, I wonder who else has taken you… who cares because you are all mine now!"

"But daddy…" Ivan said before he was smacked, then he was brought back to the real time. He looked up at Gilbert.

Ivan had a sudden need to grab onto the others white hair, he used all his upper force to free himself from the ropes, and to his luck he somehow was free. Gilbert was too concentrated on himself, that he didn't notice Ivan getting free, Ivan then reached up towards the others hair as he pulled, and watched as Gilbert eyes shot open and looked down at him evilly.

Gilbert eyes darkened exceptionally as he felt a tug on his white hair. "You really shouldn't have done that," he hissed out and pulled for a moment. Getting he found some rather heavy reinforce shackles. First he shackled together his ankles. He flipped him on his stomach and bent over so his ass was raised in the air. Then he a chain connecting the two. Gagging and blindfolding him before he once more started pounding into him

Ivan regretted pulling the others white hair as soon as he did it, but that didn't stop the albino from being angry. He then watched in horror as he was flipped over so his ass was facing the German, and heavy metal shackles were tied around his wrists, ankles and his neck.

Suddenly he was blinded as he felt himself being blindfolded, so he couldn't see the others crimson eyes no longer. He tried to protest by saying something, but then he felt something being shoved into his mouth, gagging him and stopping him from speaking. It was an understatement to say that Ivan was scared, but that didn't stop him from trying to escape.

He struggled, but nothing happened. Then he felt Gilbert starting to pound into him all over again, He felt himself being ripped apart as the German went deeper and faster. He tried to scream but all that came out was a muffled scream. It went on for hours and hours, the Russian couldn't believe how much stamina the German had. Ivan was fucked until he was raw and then some more, Gilbert kept on thrusting, faster.

After several hours Gilbert finally felt himself getting close. So close. He sped up even more and shoved himself into the other as deep as he could and then some and with moan he finally climaxed. Spilling his salty warm seed into the raw ass. Ripping off the gag as he did so that he could revel in the screams that were elicited from the other as his raw ass was filled.

Ivan came and then passed out. Gilbert smirked as he placed the Russians clothes back on, and carried him back to his car.