Lucky Break

Alfred sat on the bed with his eyes cast down. It had been a long day. He said nothing of what happened to Arthur, it would only end with Antonio being killed and frankly Alfred was never for the death of any one. He had spent the rest of the day calling all the help wanted places that were listed in the paper. With each one that said no, each one that cursed him for not finishing high school, each one that refused a teenage boy his heart ached with pain. What was he going to do? What the hell was he going to do? He tried not to think of it now. "Посмотрите на меня." the order was harshly spoken, his husband was in a foul mood today. It must have been the fact his younger sister had refused to marry a competitor's son, which would have strengthened the company. Alfred obeyed and looked up at him. There was a soft smile that flashed across his husband's face. "Такой красивый синий цвет." Alfred only knew the word синий meaning blue. Was his husband talking about his eyes? He turned away, a light blush across his face.

Ivan pulled on the chain that was attached to the collar around the boy's neck. "Forgive, it hard to talk English when upset, da?" he asked. His violet eyes looking up and down the familiar body of the boy. Alfred nodded, showing he understood. Ivan cupped his head in his hand. "I say you have beautiful blue." The larger man gripped the back of Alfred's head and pushed him into a deep kiss. Ivan moved his free hand to the boy's cock, which to his displeasure was limp. Braking the kiss, he pushed Alfred's head into the mattress and roughly jerked the boy's hips so he was in position. With out any warning, he snapped his hips forward and buried himself deep with in the child. Alfred screamed in pain as he began to thrust before he was ready.

It hurt so much. The man was far too big for his liking but that didn't matter. What he wanted was never taken in consideration for he was merely a wife. Tears became present in his eyes. They were purely tears of pain, nothing more. Alfred felt him pick up to an inhumane pace. Nails dug into his back, drawing blood. He winced from the pain but kept his place. "Я слишком много для вас?" he could hear the cockiness in his voice. Of course it hurt. Eleven inches was too much for anyone.

Ivan was relishing in the pain he was seeing in the boy's face. It as delicious! Long had he been trying to purchase this boy for himself. The price for him was high, yes, but if his damn sister would have done as she was told, he would have had the money to pay for him. When he asked why she refused, she simply said that she loved someone else. When pressured some more on the identity of who it was, she grew angry and turned on her heels before running from the room. His eldest sister had said she would never be loved back by him the way she would want. It was all just so confusing to him. He was dragged from his thoughts by Alfred screaming from his tender spot. His whole body raving in pain and pleasure. This was how it always was. He would come in, speak to him, abuse him, fuck him and leave. Today was going to be different. Alfred could tell he wasn't going to leave like he always did.

As Ivan pounded into the smaller body, he pushed him deeper and deeper into the bed. He was purposely suffocating him. He heard orgasms were far better when you are suffocated. Yet, the child was barely half hard. It was annoying. He struck his sweet spot so why? Why wasn't the fucking child hard? With most people he was with, just brushing against his large cock made them hard, but this boy was just taking it. He narrowed his eyes and gripped the chain. He yanked it back harshly, pulling the boy up by his neck. The chain caused him to arch to an unnatural angle. More pain filled him as the large cock was slammed into him harder. Tears ran down his face as he tried not to whimper and cry out. Ivan had always told him, if he had the need to cry out that he should cry out his name. Alfred did at times, as a wife should, in order to please him. Even though the collar was cutting at his neck. There would be marks for sure. These were going to be hard to hide from Mattie.

The Russian reached around the boy and gripped his cock. If he wasn't going to get hard on his own then he was going to help him. He pumped in time with his thrusts, though his grip was far from gentle. He could feel the boy's body trembling with pain. It drove him mad. Ivan wanted more, more pain, more shaking, more suffering! He was in total control of the boy. It was so beautiful! Alfred was a true wife! It was the reason Ivan had wanted his sister to wed that bastard, so he could buy Alfred and wed him. He would have a wife, one whom obeyed his every wish. A submissive beauty that did as he was told without question. He had wanted this from the moment he saw him.

It was months ago when he was looking for a new wife. His old wife had become too stretched and provided him with no pleasure. There were several good looking wives around. The Italian brother's were far from horrific, but he didn't want to deal with them. There was the Swiss man that was quite attractive but the look in his eyes was far from appealing. The brunette Lithuanian was of great interest to him yet, he looked far too used. It wasn't until he saw those big sapphire eyes that he knew he found the right wife. The boy was shy, regretfully trying to hide his form. Yet, before a purchase, the husbands have a right to view and inspect their potential wives. Ivan did just that. In view of the others he had seen before, he ordered the boy to strip down. The blonde was hesitant at first and looked to the brunette who only nodded at him. He shed the yukata he wore, a choice by the Master for they were easy to shed and place back on. The child covered his length, pink blush dusted across his flawless cheeks. His skin was slightly tanned and soft as flower petals to the touch. As he circled him, the child shook from the cold. Ivan was sure something was wrong with him. It was impossible for someone so beautiful to work in such a place. His eyes caught the glimpse of his round, firm ass. A smile twisted across his lips. Of course, he had to be loose! Bending down to one knee he sped the cheeks apart to get a better look. The pucker was small and a lovely shade of pink. Yet, Ivan wished to be sure. He licked his finger and shoved it inside of the body. The boy hissed in pain but remained as he was. Ivan chuckled, he was extremely tight, virgin tight but Ivan knew better then to think he was. As he pulled his finer out he stood up and looked the boy over again. He was curious to know what the boy's cock looked like. "Remove your hands so I see, da?" it was an order not a question. The sapphire eyes looked up at Ivan as if to beg not to, as if he were ashamed of his own body. "You will move them, da?" he ordered again, this time in a deeper voice. The blonde looked away as his hands trembled. Ivan was never known for his patience. He gripped the child's wrists and jerked them from his body. The boy cried out in pain but Ivan got what he wanted. Above average, bigger then he had thought, though no where near as big as himself. He huffed and released the blonde before going to the man named Arthur. "I want the sapphire eyed blonde." He watched as the caterpillar eye brow bastard smirked. That was it. Since then he owned the boy's Wednesday and Friday nights.

"IVAN!" the boy cried as he came all over the sheets. He laughed at the crack in the boy's voice. He was close. Oh so close. He threw the boy on the bed and flipped him over so he faced him. Without hesitating he shoved himself in the abused entrance once more and began to thrust with one purpose, to release his hot cum in his wife's ass. He slammed into him fast and hard, going balls deep pulling out to where only the tip was still in and slamming back in balls deep with inhumane speed. Alfred moaned and mewled as he sought his own orgasm. Ivan must have hit that spot again for he screamed his name once more, this pushed him over the edge and he came so deliciously hard in the boy. His whole body wreathing in pleasure. He pulled out with a slight pop and looked down at his exhausted wife. He wanted him. Wanted to fuck him when ever he pleased instead of waiting. He sighed. He would have to find away to make his sister marry his competitor else there was no way he could afford the bitch beneath him. Oh how he wished he could come home to see his wife in a skimpy outfit doing the dishes or making dinner. He smirked. He would have been able to afford it if his damn twin wasn't apart of the deal. If only, he whispered, if only. He pressed his lips to the blonde's. "Вы были прекрасны, мои подсолнечника." he whispered in his ear after he nibbled on it.

Alfred struggled as he tried to sit up, his body in pain from the recent pounding. His tired eyes kept down below that of his husband, a sign of respect. "С-Cпасибо тебе, мой любящий муж." he said weakly, unsure if he had said it right. Ivan was taken back by this. None of the others had bothered to learn his native tongue but this high school drop out took the time to. A smile crossed his lips. The boy would be his, with or without the money from the competitor's son. "До свидания." he said kissing his forehead before heading out.

~§ξ§~

Alfred limped into the apartment as silently as he could. It was late and even Toris was home. He had suffered little tonight but the cost of his wounds was $120 extra. The large Russian just smiled and paid before turning to Alfred and gave him $250 bonus. He was unsure what to do, it was the first time he had been give a bonus. He also couldn't help but feel grateful. Alfred simply bowed to him and thanked him with a full kiss upon his lips, one the man didn't have to start.

He set the money down on the counter and looked at the left over food. It all looked so good. Kiku had out done himself. The tempura shrimp was to die for and the rice was cooked to perfection. He only wished he could have eaten it when it was freshly done. Yet, he didn't complain. He was happy everyone seemed to enjoy it all.

"You're neck...it looks painful." Kiku said as he walked from the couch to the table where Alfred was sitting. He looked at it in the limited light. He could tell it was black and blue as well as the fact it had been so bad that it bleed. His eyes looked up into those he loved so much. "You look so tired." he whispered softly as he cupped Alfred's face with his hand.

Alfred just smiled. "It's nothing. He could have been worse." he nibbled at the tempura, he wasn't hungry but he knew he needed to eat. "You're a hell of a cook, I envy your wife." he said light heartedly, oblivious to Kiku's feelings of him. Kiku was always a far better cook. Alfred would always joke and tell him that it was because he was Asian. Kiku never minded though.

He blushed, thinking of Alfred as his lovely wife. Of him cooking the blonde meals. He felt a cold hand on his forehead. "Alfred-san, what are you..."

"You turned red all of a sudden. I think you're sick or have a fever." he said with a worried look on his lovely face.

Kiku blushed a darker shade of red. "I...um...well..." He felt his length grow hard. He quickly covered his shame with his hands and shook his head. "Y-You have it all wrong I..." cool lips touched his forehead. That was it, he came under his yukata and moaned softly as he did. Alfred had kissed him. Alfred had kissed him. Alfred. Had. Kissed. Him. He smiled softly, forgetting his embarrassment. His eyes wondered to the smiling blonde. He was so KAWAII! Then he noticed it. There was sauce on the blonde's lip. This was his chance! He leaned forward. His eyes half closed. "Alfred..." he whispered softly. When the blonde looked he licked the sauce off his soft, moist and tender lips. It wasn't enough, he wanted more! Yet, he stopped himself and let out a little chuckle.

"Kiku?" Alfred asked confused.

"Oh, you had some sauce on your lip. In Japan it's wasteful to leave it there." he said softly, his mind replaying the few seconds when their lips hand grazed each other. His heart racing as his body once again became hard. He thanked Kami-sama for the blessed darkness.

Alfred chuckled. "You're so weird Kiki." the blonde said using the old nickname he had given to Kiku.

"Whatever Allie." Kiku could play that game too. They sat and spoke of times past. Of how Kiku was lonely in the large house and of how Alfred was going to find a job. That's when Kiku mentally slapped himself in the face. The answer had been there the whole time! "Alfred!" He yelled forgetting how late it was. Luckily Eduard shifting in his sleep was the response to his cry. "Why not work for me? I need an assistant! It's a really easy job! All you have to do is follow me to my appointments, wake me on time, and keep track of my time! You can move into the mansion with your brother and I can pay you good money!" Kiku said in an excited whisper.

Alfred was shocked to say the least. Kiku was offering him a job. A good paying job! Yet, Alfred shook his head. Kiku looked at him questionably. "I can't leave Toris and his brother's to rot here..."

"That's okay, I can give you guy's that old servant's house on the property! It's used for storage but there is plenty of room in the basement for it all! Come one Alfred! I can find a job for Toris as well!" Kiku's excitement peeked as he thought it all through. His only hope was that Alfred would agree.

Alfred thought hard about it. A house. A real house for his family. Who would refuse it? He couldn't find a down fall to it except that he would have to travel further in order to get to the Red Light district. That was a small detail, with the money he would save he could buy a bike. For everyone. Yet, only one thing swayed his decision. A house was far better for Mattie then an old drafty apartment. He handed Kiku a piece of paper. "Here."

"What's this?" he asked unsure what Alfred's answer was.

"My resume."

~§ξ§~

Kiku returned back to the large mansion. He was greeted as always by the butler at the door, then by the dusting maid, the kitchen maid, the cook, and so many more. He climbed the long stairs that held Japanese style red bridge railing. The house was heavily influenced by Asian cultures. Paintings littered the walls and all sorts of pottery and busts of famous Asian men such as the emperors China and scientists.

Kiku ignored all of that and made his way to his elder brother's office. He was determined to get Alfred a job and keep his promise of a house. He would stop at nothing to get him what was promised.

A pair of familiar ands gripped his chest. He narrowed his eyes in frustration. "Im Yong Soo please stop groping my chest!" he asked with venom in his voice. He turned to see his overly happy brother who hugged him. He rolled his eyes.

"Kiku! It's been forever since I seen you!" he called. "Kaoru! Look Kiku's home!" he yelled.

An indifferent face appeared before them and shook his head. "Honestly, Im Yong Soo, he just spent some time at his friend's house. It's not like he went to another country." he huffed. "Yet, it is good to see you brother."

"You too Kaoru. Is Mao or Mei around?" he asked looking around. He saw them coming up from behind them. Mei ran at him. "Brother I heard some one with you're voice over the phone!" She said cheerfully. "He sounded just like you!" Mei had been sent to work at a low class job as punishment for over spending her budget.

"It was me." he said softly. He turned to Mao who was leaning against the wall. Her long hair hanging in a beautiful braid. "Mao, how was you're visit to Vietnam? Did you find what you were looking for?" he asked. She had been saving in order to go there and find her birth parents.

She shook her head. "The village said they left after they put me up for adoption. No one knew them there." she said sadly. Mei hugged her.

"Well, none of us know our real parents anyway. We should be grateful to Big Brother for taking us in and giving us a family." Kaoru said.

Kiku looked at his brothers and sisters. He was the eldest and from Japan. Kaoru was second and from Hong Kong. Mao the third and from Vietnam. Im Yong Soo was from South Korea and Mei was from Taiwan. The five of them made up the Wang family children.

"So, tell us Kiku where are you heading?" Im Yong Soo asked, that damn smile on his face. He was always so curious about Kiku.

"I need to speak with Aniki." he said as he headed for the door.

Mei stepped in front of him. "Hey anh lớn, who is Alfred to you?" she asked happily. "You know the one you were looking for when you called the restaurant." she was curious since she saw what had happened to him the day before.

"He's my best friend. Now, please I have to speak with Aniki..."

"It's sad what happened to him. The poor guy..." She grew angry. "Why an older man thinks he can take advantage of a younger boy like that and use him for his body...It makes me sick!"

Kiku froze. "What?" He turned to her. "What happened?" he asked. His mind instantly forgetting his task.

"Some old pervert raped him in the middle of the lunch rush! Boss man stopped it and kicked the crud out of him but Alfred stopped him and quit. I don't get him. If it was me I would have let Boss man kill him." She sighed. "Yet it was a noble jester to protect human life."

Kiku's body shook. So that's why Alfred refused to talk and buried his head in finding a new job. He turned around and opened the door to the office. At the large desk was his Big Brother. He was working quietly as Kiku walked in. He bowed respectfully. "Aniki, may we speak?"

The elder looked up from the rim of his reading glasses. A gentle smile crossed his lips and he nodded. Kiku sat on his legs and watched a moment as his brother practiced calligraphy, something he did when he was thinking. "So, what is it Xiǎo dìdì?" he asked.

"I need to ask if I may have the old servant's house. I have hired new employees and wish for them to live here on the grounds, with your permission that is."

His brother stopped and looked up at him curiously. "Why is that? None of the others stay here." He said continuing his character for love.

"Well, you see they are close friends of mine and well, they need help. They are willing to work for what they have and I do need an assistant as you said so..." he looked through his bag and pulled out the resume.

"No, I have already hired you an assistant already." he said without looking up. "I'm not running a charity."

"Aniki please! They are close to me. They were my friends from the orphanage and..." he bowed his head and held out the resume respectfully to his brother. "Please reconsider!"

He sighed and took the paper. His eyes lit up as he read the name. Jones, Alfred F. A smile crossed his lips. Kami-sama was truly on his side. "Very well. You may do as you wish. I look forward to meeting your friends."

Kiku stood up and smiled happily as he bowed respectfully. "ARIGATOU-GOZAIMASU ANIKI!" he ran from the room to prepare the house.

Yao ran his fingers across the name. His eyes softened. It was truly a lucky day. Instead of coming to the boy, the boy was coming to him. He set the paper down and wrote on it. He chuckled as he looked at the crossed out Jones and the written Wang. "Wang, Alfred F." he whispered. "Such a lovely sound." he uncovered the rest of the picture to reveal an Asian style drawing of none other then the very child whom was going to belong to Yao. The very child who would become his beloved wife.