It was nice to have someone to talk to as he walked to work. Toris was great company to have. They were great friends and no one could deny that. Alfred owed Toris so much after all, it was Toris whom showed him the greatest kindness when he had begun his work with their Master. Toris had it rough. His parents died when he was fourteen. Not wanting to be separated from each other, he took his brothers and hid in an old abandoned building. It was hard, but he soon found work at The King Fritz. At age 17 he ran into Arthur who offered him more work. Toris took it without hesitation. He had two brothers to support, he didn't have time to think it over.
"Do you regret it?" Toris' voice caught him off guard. He looked at him questionably. "Do you regret joining Master?" he asked.
Alfred sighed, his eyes cast down. There was a difference between them on how they joined Master. Toris had ran into him on the street and Master had liked his looks. It was then he made the proposal and offered him a large sum of cash in advance with no strings attached. It was easy living for months but soon the money ran out. Watching his brother's starve, Toris went back to the man and agreed to sell himself for their sake. Alfred on the other hand had it far crueler. He didn't want to think about it. The main thing between them was that Toris had a choice where Alfred didn't.
"Why do you ask?" was all he could manage to say as he tried hard to ignore the harsh memories.
"I do in some ways, but now..." a smile appeared on his face. One that Alfred saw only when he as with his brothers. "I have a new Husband. One who cares for me and treats me so kindly."
"It's not good to love your Husbands." Alfred said harshly as he looked for cars before crossing the street. "They only lie to you."
"Not this one Al. He's a Polish Businessman and he said he was going to buy my debt! He wants me and my brothers to live with him!" Toris was filled with excitement. Alfred was the first one he had told and more then likely the only one he would. He had been sincere when he told Toris of his intentions. He truly did want to live with him and his brothers.
Toris' debt was far less then Alfred's. Toris only needed to pay for food and shelter for his brothers. Alfred had to pay for medical bills, certain expensive foods and a home as well as a nurse. He was by no means bitter to the Lithuanian man.
Alfred smiled happily. "I'm happy for you Toris. You deserve to have someone like that."
Toris ran in front of him. "I deserve it no more then you!" He said placing his hand on Alfred's shoulder. "You deserve someone too! I know you'll find someone!"
Alfred shrugged him off and continued to walk. "I deserve no one." This he truly believed deep in his heart.
"Why would you say such a thing?" his green eyes looking sadly into the even sadder eyes. He truly believed Alfred should have someone. Of all the Grade One's, Alfred was the only one who had all his days filled. He worked harder then the others and was far kinder then most people in this cruel world. Toris just didn't understand him.
"I...It's just...Just forget it." Alfred was annoyed now. He was failing at hiding his sadness. It was too hard to not think about that night. The pain and suffering he felt. The humiliation and the dirtiness he felt even to this day. It disgusted him to the point he wanted to vomit. Yet, no one knew. For that he was grateful that no one knew.
"Alfred, is there something your not telling anyone?" Toris asked as he gripped Alfred's hand. "You can always talk to me." Toris knew something was wrong. It was clearly written on his face and in his disposition. Alfred was hiding something. Something painful.
"It's nothing." That was it. Alfred pulled his arm loose and quickly entered the King Fritz restaurant. He didn't bother with Roderich's insults as he made his way to the back room to change.
When he went to remove his clothes he found himself clutching them tightly to his body. His body began to tremble. He couldn't breath. Eyes growing wide, he struggled to remember how to breath. He backed against the wall, far from too weak to support his body. Then he began to hear it. The horrify screams. The scream begging for it's freedom, begging to go to his brother, for the pain to stop. The fear filled screams that rang out in his head, echoing and growing louder as time passed. He could feel the pain in the voice as the screams begged for their freedom, for their brother. It was odd though. Alfred could swear, even though his mind was in an utter haze, that he knew the voice. Yet where? His heart skipped a beat. That voice. That familiar voice he knew who it was. He knew who called for their freedom, for their brother. That voice belonged to...him. It was his voice, his cries for freedom! The memories began to flood his mind and overwhelm him. He didn't know how long he was there for, how much he had seen. Yet, Alfred knew he was there once he felt the hand on his head. He saw lips moving but he could hear noting but the screams. His vision began to blur as he felt himself being shook. He didn't react to it. He just leaned against the wall watching the blurry figure move about trying to help him. Nothing worked. Soon he found he could no longer lean against the wall. His body weak and unable to stand even with support. He fell into the chest of the man trying to help him. His mind fading into the darkness. He felt so warm against the man's chest. It surprised him, it wasn't as if he planned it but it did surprise him. A smiled flashed across his lips as he faded into the cold, lonely, cruel, blissful darkness.
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Belle walked in the door to the apartment with both arms full of groceries. She couldn't help but smile as the Matthew was playing Monopoly with the others. In the five seconds of her being there, she found out that Raivis owned Park Place and Board Walk but Kiku had all four Railroads as well as the Electric Company and Water Works. Matthew owned all the green properties and one of the orange, which he was trying to get a deal from Edward for. Set the bags on the table and turned to the boys as Raivis rolled.
"Hey you can't skip over my property! You have to role the dice to see how much you owe me!" Kiku said as he smirked that the poor boy.
"I can't afford it! You took all my money with those hotels! Why does it cost that much anyway?" he wondered as he pouted with his arms crossed. Belle couldn't help but find it adorable.
"Tell ya what." Kiku began. "I'll give you a $3,000 loan and you have to pay it off in 10 turns with $500 interest to every $1000 I loan you. How's that?" Kiku smirked at how much he had learned about loans and interests from his elder brother.
"No way! That's $1500 dollars interest!"
"That's how loans and interest work."
"Asian Prick!"
"Nordic Dick!"
"Hey, Hey no cussing in front of a Lady!" Matthew called as he noticed Belle in the kitchen. He walked out and over to help her unpack the groceries. He frowned as he pulled out a nice cut of chicken, salmon and ham.
This drew the attention of little Raivis who was curious about what was bought. Under the presumption of helping un pack the bags he was able to see things he had only heard of. He pulled out some Panko bread crumbs, shrimp, rice and stake sauce. His eyes grew wide as he saw Belle pull out about twenty stakes. He watched as his brother stood up and looked over the Vanilla Ice cream. Raivis knew it was his favorite and that he only got a box of it on his birthday every year from Toris. It was something he always looked forward too.
Matthew grew angrier as he saw the expensive foods. He didn't want any of it. his brother worked hard for the money and most of it was blown on food and his medical bills. Ever since the doctor told Alfred what foods he should eat, Alfred made sure to buy everything on the list at least twice a month. When he couldn't shop himself he gave the money to Belle to do it.
Unknown to everyone, Alfred had given Belle a bunch of extra money for groceries. He had told her to say nothing to the other especially Toris and Matthew. She had agreed knowing full well why Alfred had asked her to do this. "Belle, I trust you so please don't tell them. Matthew has a weak heart remember, anger will only cause him more suffering." he smiled. "It seems my family keeps growing. Who would have guessed that two orphaned twins would end up this way?" he turned back to her. "Who knows, maybe you'll be a full member one day?" She blushed as she remembered earlier that day. She turned back to Matthew who was looking at a cut of meat. Her heart sank. He wasn't to see that. Alfred had asked her to buy it so they could celebrate the new family. She tried to argue it, saying a cheaper meat would do but he insisted on it. Alfred had used his small savings for a house to pay for it. When she told him to keep it he just told her that it was a month's set back and it was no big deal.
"Belle, what the hell is this?" Matthew said in a threateningly calm voice. He looked it over unable to tell if it was beef or something else, ostrich maybe?
Kiku picked it up and shook his head. "Did Alfred tell you to buy this?" he asked. Once he saw her nod he frowned. "Baka! This shit is so fucking expensive! Let me guess he wants me to cook it right?" she nodded again. He sighed heavily. "So he wants Asian cooking does he?" Matthew opened his mouth to say something when Kiku read his mind. "It's Wagyu beef, also known as Kobe Beef. It comes from cattle in Kobe who are feed Sake infused grain. It keeps the meat tender and you can taste the Sake in the meat. In Vegas it cost about $264 for an eight oz. It's also thought to be great for healing and heath." he folded his arms. "That baka is going to get the shit beat out of him when he gets back."
"DAMN IT ALFRED!" Matthew yelled which shocked the hell out of the others. He began to shake. He wasn't able to breath. He felt horror, pain, suffering all shot through him. Then he heard the screams. His eyes darted to the others who were rushing to him. When had he fallen from the chair? He didn't know but he listened to the screams. "NO! LET ME GO! PLEASE I BEG YOU, JUST LET ME GO! MY BROTHER NEEDS ME! GOD IT HURTS SO MUCH!" Matthew felt terror upon recognizing his brother's voice, his cries of pain and agony. Soon he found himself breathing heavily looking into Kiku's eyes as he held the oxygen mask to his face. "That's right, breath Matthew." He said softly as the blonde obeyed him. Tears ran down his face as he panicked. Alfred was in trouble. Something was happening and he needed Matthew. He reached a weak hand to Belle. "P-Please, C-Call A-Alfred at work. M-Make sure he's o-okay." with that he fell unconscious.
Belle began to freak out. Kiku laid him down and took Belle by the hand, telling her to use her lap to support Matthew's head and that it was a panic attack. he walked past the two others who watched in fear and shock. Quickly he dialed the number for the restaurant and waited for someone to pick up. "Hello, The King Fritz Restaurant how may I help you?" Asked a cheerful woman.
"Yes, I'm a friend of Jones Alfred and was wondering if he made it to work today."
"Oh well Al did make it. He's somewhere around here would you like me to find him? I saw him not too long ago."
"Iie, it's fine. I just wanted to be sure he was there. Thank you Miss..." he paused unsure of what to do.
"It's Mei, I'm Taiwanese and you sound Asian as well where are you from?" there was noise in the background and a shout for her to get off the phone. "Sorry, I have to go." she said softly before hanging up.
Kiku hung up and turned to the others, who were curious to know if Alfred was okay. He walked to Matthew and picked him up. "He's fine. The woman told me he made it there okay." Everyone breath a sigh of relief. He gently laid Matthew in the bed and pulled up the covers. His dark eyes looked over the sleeping blonde. He knew that face. It was the same face that he saw every night in his dreams. The same face that rarely ever smiled anymore. That same face he had always loved. He leaned forward, he watched the shallow breaths. A smile crossed his lips as he brushed a stray hair from that lovely face. "You look like my Alfred but, you're not him." he whispered. He moved away and headed toward the kitchen. He started to prepare a marinade. After mixing it he placed in the expensive cut of Wagyu and shook it up. He reached over and grabbed the Panko bread crumbs as well as the shrimp. Cooking was what he did best. It's what he loved to do. He wanted to impress his love with his skillful cooking. He sighed heavily. "Oh Alfred." he whispered as he happily peeled the shrimp.
~§ξ§~
He looked around the dark streets. It was cold in this April night. Work had been long and hard at The King Fritz and he was heading home to relax with his brother. Alfred noticed someone following him. His heart was racing as he tried to pay no mind to whom ever it was and just concentrate on heading home. The man behind him quickened his pace. Alfred wasn't going to take a chance, having his brother to worry about he darted off down the street. Alfred was always a fast runner. He smiled as he could no longer hear the pitter patter of the other's running feet behind him. He slowed down as he reached his apartment building. There was a sound behind him and he jumped around just as a cat ran from the fallen trash can. He smiled at that and turned into someone who placed a cloth over his mouth and nose. Each breath he took stung his throat and made him all the more dizzy. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" he shot from the bed he was on and landed on the floor.
He looked around the unfamiliar room and felt sick. His body trembled as he hugged himself. He was fully clothed. He held them tightly to him never wanting them to come off of his body. His heart was racing from fear, pain, and the harsh memories of his nightmare. When he heard the knock he shot his head up. He didn't respond nor did he move. His vision was completely blurred as he realized he didn't have his glasses. He saw the brown blur move and a white blur take it's place. "Are you okay?" the blur asked as it moved toward him. Alfred backed up into the night stand and knocked off a glass of water that crashed to the floor shattering into millions of pieces. "It's okay, you don't have to be afraid." The blur drew closer and Alfred curled into a ball. He didn't want to fuck a new person. He didn't want to feel the pain, the humiliation, the fear. The blur reached over him and held something out. "Here, you need these right?" Alfred just looked at the blur, wondering if it was a knife or something else. "Their your glasses." He took them and quickly placed them on his face. He looked into the crimson eyes of his boss. The kind hearted man that he owed so much to.
He looked away from him, ashamed at himself for acting like he did. "I'm sorry." he said quietly. A hand was placed on his shoulder. "Don't be." Gilbert said as he helped Alfred up and on the bed. Alfred's face held no emotion, his eyes were empty and hollow. It was a sad sight. That boy was so full of life before. Hope and happiness shined so brightly through his eyes and now, now he was nothing but a shell of himself. The odd thing was he changed far too quickly. He knew something was wrong for quite sometime. It was only when he laid him down on his own bed after his episode when he saw them. hickies were littering his torso and the harsh bruises and burns around his wrists gave him all the concern he needed. He was worried about him, about what he was doing to himself.
"Alfred, tell me, is it that hard to pay for his bills that you're selling yourself?" Gilbert asked. He didn't want to be blunt but it was all he could think to say. He watched as Alfred picked his head up and nodded. Gilbert's heart dropped. Such a burden placed upon his shoulders. "How many?" he asked. Alfred shrugged. This concerned Gilbert even more that the boy didn't know how many men he slept with. "How much do you get paid?" this he wished he could have taken it back.
Alfred looked up at the ceiling. "Around a hundred per night." He looked to his boss and wondered why he was even responding to his questions. Normally he would have just kept silent, would have played innocent.
"Alfred if you needed more money why didn't you ask me? Why did you chose..." he was cut off by Alfred standing up and walking to the door.
Gilbert did the same and stopped him before he was able to reach the outer door. He gripped his wrist and pulled him back. "Alfred talk to me! You can trust me and I can help you! You don't have to continue to live this life you chose..."
Alfred yanked himself free. "It's nothing concerning you!" he growled as he reached for the door. his face remained behind the indifferent mask and his eyes still hollow and cold.
"I'm trying to help you! Alfred the life you chose..." He watched as Alfred whipped around to face him. His eyes no longer cold but filled with pain and suffering.
"I NEVER CHOSE THAT LIFE!" he yelled. His eyes were coated with tears that he refused to let fall. "I never chose to sell myself." He fell to his knees. "I-I never wanted to do anything more then work and care for Matthew." He lowered his head and smiled painfully. "I never wanted to be used, to constantly feel like a dirty whore! What good am I to anyone other then the fact I'm 'a fucking tight bitch'? No one would want me, no one would love me. All I have is my brother." he whispered. "All I got is Matthew."
Gilbert didn't know what to say. All this time he had thought the boy had chosen this life when the truth was, he didn't. He felt so sorry for him. That was no life for a child. Yet, he felt the same way. He was alone, in pain and suffering ever since his brother left him. He had cared for him for as long as he could remember. Now he was alone and longing. Unloved and unwanted for he was an Albino and no one wanted to deal with the demon eyed monster. He picked the boy's head up and smiled down at him. "I'm all alone too. All I have is my brother who left me and my restaurant. You don't have to feel alone anymore." He looked down into the boy's cerulean eyes. They were so beautiful, so charming.
Gilbert had always been envious of everyone. They weren't albino's, weren't out casts whom even their own fathers hated. For a first born son to be a mutated freak, it was hard on his father. He would get drunk and attack him and beat him. When ever his little brother hard he came running trying so hard to protect him. His father would then turn on his youngest. Gilbert would never allow his dearest brother to be hurt and would use his own body to shield his younger brother from the harsh blows. Their mother was killed during the birth of his brother. She was the only one who ever showed him loved beside his brother.
He smiled as he pressed his forehead against the boy's. "You're not alone any more." he whispered. He wasn't sure why he did it. He couldn't think of anything as he did but how good it felt. The boy didn't back away, nor fight him. He pulled the boy deeper into the kiss. It just felt so right. He gently laid the boy on his back and continued his kiss. He explored the boy's body with his hands, feeling every curve, every dip in his body.
He stopped. He pulled away and helped the boy up. "I'm sorry, I never meant to...well what I mean is..." his face blushing as he thought of going all the way with his employee. God he wanted him. Since he first started to work for him he wanted him to be his. He felt so sick wanting a sixteen year old child but overnight he found himself imagining him as he reached his climax.
Alfred stood up and headed toward the door. "How far are we from the Fritz?" he asked, his voice dulled. He didn't look back to him.
Gilbert stood up ashamed of himself for lowering his guard. "We're above it. Sad isn't it?" he asked with a slight smile.
Alfred locked the door. He turned to look at his boss' confused face. "I'll do it for seventy dollars." he said as he walked to the bed. He sat on it and waited for Gilbert to stand up.
"Alfred I..." he began before being cut off.
"My family grew, meaning I'm going to need more money." he laid back. "I'm going to quit my security job. Being a whore pays more." He sat up on his elbows. "I can only do this once. Afterward if you want me you have to go through my Master. The price will not be as cheap." he said softly.
"Then why are you giving me such a low price now?" he asked never having any true intention of paying him for sex. It was odd. Alfred was so willing to allow him to do as he pleased with him. He didn't understand that.
Alfred sat up and kissed Gilbert's lips softly. "Because of you, I was able to keep my family together. Thanks to you, I'm able to live and care for my brother." he moved to Gilbert's neck and kissed it. "So thank you."
Gilbert shook his head and pushed Alfred off of him. "No!" he said as he stood up. "These types of things you do with someone you love!" he felt a hand grip his and he turned around.
"Then that means...you love me?" he asked unsure if Gilbert was saying that he did or didn't.
Gilbert's face blushed. His heart racing as he looked into those lovely eyes. He couldn't stand it. He wanted the boy so badly. He wanted to make him his. That child was something that truly amazed him. His will and need to protect and provide for his brother made him heroic in Gilbert's eyes. Although no where near as awesome. "I-I don't know...I just..." he looked into his eyes. There was no longer a doubt in his mind. "Y-Yes." he whispered. "I-I do."
Alfred stood up and headed toward the door. Gilbert was even more confused. The boy unlocked the door and froze. "I'm sorry. I don't need any love but my brother's." and with that he left to go back to work.
Gilbert sat on the bed with his head hanging low. What had he just done? It was sickening. He really wanted to fuck that boy with his five awesome meters. It drove him mad. Then his annoying phone rang. He picked it up and laid on his bed. "Hallo?"
"Guten Tag, Brüder." the voice said.
Gilbert sat up quickly and smiled happily. Excitement filling him. "Ludwig! It's been far too long! How are you? How's dad?" he asked. He had a million more questions to ask but reframed from it.
"Gil, that's why I'm calling. Dad..."
Gilbert felt his heart skip a beat.
"Dad is dying. He's been sick since October and he warned me not to call you." he said softly. "Please, don't come. He doesn't want to see you and..."
"I don't care Luddy! He's my father! I'm coming over!" he yelled into the phone as tears ran down his eyes.
"Gil don't. The only reason I called was because you have a right to know." he sighed. "He hates you Gil."
"He's my father so I'm going wither the old fuck wants me there or not!"
"Gil, please understand I don't want you to get hurt!"
"Hurt? Luddy I've been hurt all my life by that man! I still love him because he is my father!" he howled.
"I know but..."
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. If you get everything I don't care! He always loved you anyway." his voice grew softer as he sobbed into the phone. "With your blonde hair and blue eyes. The spitting image of him. You're so lucky Luddy." he whispered.
"Gil, once he passes, I'm moving you back to the house. We'll live together just like before. What do you think?" there was excitement in his voice.
"I would love that but...I have my own life out here. Outside the confines of that prison. Can't we just get a new house?" he asked hopeful.
"If it means we can be together then..." there was a loud shout and a crash.
"Luddy? Luddy!" Gilbert called in the phone.
"You sorry son of a bitch! How dare you call here after I threw your sorry ass out! Opening a Restaurant how pitiful! You couldn't go to Business school like your brüder nor Medical like me! No you decide to cook!" the old harsh voice yelled.
"Father, mom was a great cook. She told me to..." he was cut off.
"Don't bring your mother into this! Rest her whore soul!" he coughed. "Stay out of our lives! You don't need to corrupt your brüder as well!"
"Father I lov..." he was cut off my the beeping noise of a dead line. The tears flowed down his face. "I love you, Father."