***Hey everyone! This is the final chapter of Dream Weaver! Hope you all enjoy it! ^_^ I made this fic very sweet, and I'm rather proud of it! Also, this story was self-edited so...yeah. Take it as it is and just enjoy it!

***Warnings: Language, yaoi, fluff, humor

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 3: Final

Alfred thought about his father's words and took them to heart. He knew the words to hold truth, and that saddened him. Up until now, he hadn't thought this situation with Ivan in full. He just jumped into it, like he did everything else in his life. Once again, his selfishness was bearing its ugly head. He wanted it all: Ivan by his side, living in the Dream World, doing what he loves, and remaining a Dream Soldier. But now his father pointed out the flaws in his wants, making him question his choices.

Yet there is still hope. Everything depends on the dream king's ruling. He has to keep strong and focused on his task. There was no use worrying until a ruling is past, so he quickly pulled himself together with a heroic smile.

"I will not lose! Not yet! I still stand a fighting chance!" Puffing out his chest with pride, he left the small room to join the others once again.

Ivan stood on his chamber balcony looking out at the lights of the Nightmare Kingdom. Alfred was spending time with his fathers and brother, which left little room for him. Being away from Alfred for any length of time brought back the feelings of despair and loneliness. Now that they were connected in body as well as spirit, the separation is twice as hard to bear. Behind him came footsteps. Hoping it was Alfred, he spun around only to be disheartened by seeing the Nightmare Sultan.

"Hello, Sultan."

"Ivan." he nodded and stood beside him. "You are suddenly very distant. What's the matter?"

Ivan glanced away. "I miss Alfred. I fear that...that his fathers will take him away from me."

"Well, Alfred is in a very difficult situation right now. Your entire relationship depends on the Dream King's ruling."

His eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Sadik removed his mask. "Isn't it obvious? You two cannot live together."

"We can live here." Ivan said.

"Yes, you can. However, if you do, then Alfred may have to give up his life in the Dream World. Everything depends on the Dream King."

"So you're saying that I shouldn't make Alfred choose?"

"Yes. Neither of you can have it both ways. Dream folk can survive here but we can't in their world. That's why Alfred would have to come live here, but he wouldn't be happy."

Ivan felt his heart begin to ache. "I don't...ever want to see him unhappy. But I can't live without him either."

Sadik sighed. "It's a harsh choice to make. You had best discuss it with Alfred when you get a chance. I don't want to lose you either, Ivan. You're the best nightmare warlord I've had."

"But I will fade from this life anyway if Alfred is taken from me." He looked at him. "My heart will fail if I can no longer be with Alfred."

Sadik studied him carefully. "Well, let's just wait and see what the Dream king rules. They go back soon to plead our case. I want you to be prepared for whatever ruling the king gives." He started to walk away. "I will do what I can."

Ivan gripped the railing. "Thank you, Sultan."

A life without Alfred is no life at all. A sad Alfred is even worse. His strength can only come from Alfred now and if his lover were to be depressed, then it would break his heart. Ivan began to feel dark emotions of possession. He thought of encasing Alfred in a nightmare tomb of dark crystal just so he could continue to love him. It was wrong, of course. The urge is strong, but his desire for Alfred's happiness is stronger. He had to find Alfred and speak to him.

Leaving his chambers he headed for the first floor where the family would be staying. He didn't expect to run into Alfred halfway. Ivan stopped when he saw his lover dressed in white and gold, the style and colors of Dream World nobility. And he was beautiful.

"Ivan," Alfred started. "I was just coming to see you."

Alfred felt himself start to blush at the sight of Ivan dressed in casual black armor with those starlight eyes gazing at him. Those damn eyes have cast a spell on him, eyes that he never wanted to stop gazing at.

"And I you." Ivan replied. "You look stunning."

"Ah, my papa brought this with him for me. He likes me to look my best." he cleared his throat. "Um...where should we go to talk?"

"The top of the palace." Ivan offered. "Follow me. It's very secluded there."

Up on the roof of hte tallest dome, they sat next to each other in silence for a long while. The sky above sparkled with a million starts, yet none seemed to be shining brightly. It was Alfred who spoke first.

"I think we both know what this is about."

Ivan nodded. "Yes, we do." He turned to his lover. "I could lose you forever, and if that happens, then I will die."

"No! You will not die! I won't let you!"

"But what can we do if the Dream King denies us?"

"I'm sure he'll agree to this. The only issue we have is if he will let me come back and forth here on business, and that way, I can see you."

Ivan lowered his eyes. "And...if he denies you that?"

"Then I'll find a way!" Alfred answered firmly. "There has to be a way, and I'm going to find it!"

Ivan smiled warmly. "I know you will."

"I'm going to get what I want, no matter what. I'll play by my own rules! Don't you worry, Ivan. I won't let anything happen to us."

"You really are a hero!" Ivan told him happily.

Suddenly overcome with desire, Alfred leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Ivan gave little resistance, adding his own passion to the kiss. Alfred forced the nightmare onto his back where he straddled Ivan's waist, continuing their lip lock. Alfred didn't know this type of lustful desire lived inside him. It could be the fact that Ivan called him a hero, or it is taboo, or even just because he loved him. Maybe it was a mix of all three.

Now both naked from the waist down, Alfred cared little for the pain of entry as he lowered himself onto Ivan. As a soldier, he knew how to handle pain. The need to feel Ivan inside of him was greater than his own physical comfort. And Ivan delivered the pleasure he was seeking.

When Alfred's body descended upon him, it took little time for him to gain the upper hand. ALfred thrust down only twice before Ivan sat up to hold his lover in an embrace. A few hard, solid thrusts upward into that warm heat was proving to be a chore. He tried to lower Alfred back to the roof, but his lover would have none of it. Alfred fought him, trying to push him back instead, all the while continuing to ride him. Ivan's desire tripled, feeling his cock harden inside and he tried to push him back again. Yet Alfred's passion appeared just as strong for his lover pushed back, and then Ivan decided to surrender.

"You win." he breathed out.

"I know."

Their lovemaking went a second round with Alfred in control once again. Once sated, Ivan let his head rest in Alfred's lap, enjoying the tender strokes through his hair.

"Alfred?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Alfred smiled. "I love you too. And I mean that. I truly do."

"I know." he drifted off to sleep.

Sadik hummed merrily as he twirled his finger in the air, watching the vortex of purple smoke swirl around.

"Who is that for?" Asked Francis, coming to join him on the dais.

"Just a little bit of a romantic push."

Francis chuckled. "I know what it is. I also know that the color is for dark, sensual wet dreams within the realm."

Sadik smirked. "I can't tell you."

"I think I know who it's for." Francis leaned in to whisper. "Could you send one Arthur's way?"

"Ha! What's wrong, Francis? Tired of a cold bed?"

"No, it's just that Arthur has been very tense and busy. He needs to relax."

Sadik just shook his head with a laugh. "Alright." he made the current one disappear and formed a new one. "If Arthur finds out, you're taking responsibility. It's your head, not mine."

"Don't worry, I know how to calm him."

The following morning it was time to leave and return to the Dream World. Matthew stood with his fathers, all of them waiting for Alfred to come. Arthur was swiftly growing impatient, with crossed arms and tapping foot. They all knew where he was and only Arthur would retrieve him but Francis and Matthew wouldn't let him.

Back in Ivan's chamber, Alfred threw his cloak over his shoulders, securing them with a broach just above his heart. In the mirror, he could see Ivan's form in the bed, the horned head lowered with fists clenched in the silk sheets. Quickly stepping into his boots he went over to the bed and kissed Ivan's temple. The Nightmare Warlord turned his head to look up at him, his starlight night eyes a dull purple.

"I promise you I'll be back." Alfred assured him. "I won't rest until our plan is approved."

"Just promise that you will come back very, very soon?"

Alfred smiled and couldn't help but squeeze Ivan's face in his hands. "You worry too much. I'll be back right away to deliver the verdict. You'll see me off, right?"

"From my balcony." Ivan said. "I don't think your father wants me so close to you."

"Yeah, good thinking." He gave Ivan a deep kiss. "I have to go now. They're probably waiting for me."

Ivan managed a sad smile. "I'll be waiting for you."

When Alfred left the chambers Sadik came in right after. He looked at his warlord in the bed and removed his eye mask. "I can sense the dark cloud over you from far down the hall. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable until Alfred comes back?"

Ivan didn't lift his head and said nothing.

"Your body and spirit is failing you. You used to be so strong. It's hard to watch you waste away like this." Ivan still did not respond. "Just take it easy for now. Don't forget to eat." When Ivan still did not respond to him, Sadik turned and left the room.

Alfred breathed in the fresh Dream World air while sticking his head outside of the carriage. He could see the Dream Castle coming into view from the open road. He had to admit, the Dream World was far better than the Nightmare World. Once he stepped back into this land he realized just how much he had missed the sunlight and blue sky. He thought of Ivan then, and the wave of guilt that washed over him had him tucking his head back in the carriage. He almost felt ashamed to be feeling so happy while Ivan was suffering.

"Are you prepared for this, Alfred?" Asked his father.

"I am." He answered. "I suppose you and papa are going to do all the talking?"

Francis smiled at his eldest son. "It would be for the best. We will speak in the business tone while you would speak from the heart. As it stands, speaking from your own feelings will not win the king over. A person tends to get more emotional and frantic, saying things they do not wish or mean to say, and thus making the situation worse."

Alfred narrowed his eyes at his papa and then turned his attention to the window. "I know how to speak properly."

"You speak too loudly." Arthur pointed out. "There is nothing wrong with being passionate about what you believe in, but you have to learn to recognize when that is appropriate and when it is not. This is one of those times where it's not appropriate."

"Um...am I allowed to speak?" Matthew suddenly piped up. "To the king, I mean."

"You are playing a large role in this." Arthur told him. "You job is to agree with everything your papa and I say."

Alfred cut off his brother's next words. "So I'm to just sit back and watch silently?"

"It's for the best, son." Francis said. "If you want this to work out then we have to play our roles carefully. The king favors your father over me, over all of us. You will see that he will do most of the talking."

Arthur nodded. "I want you on your best behavior, Alfred."

"Yes, yes, you've told me." He said with a bored sigh.

"I mean it! Don't blow this for us and for your nightmare friend by being your usual loud-mouth self!"

Alfred grit his teeth to control his outburst. When he was a little boy he would clash with his father all the time and his punishments would be light. But the last time he argued with his father he was older, and it had been the worst fight they ever had. He knew better than to argue with his father now, especially in front of his papa. His papa had never raised his voice or lifted a hand to him until that last fight. All of it was a threat, of course, but to see his normally sweet and humorous papa enraged had him feeling like a shameful, bad little boy. He didn't want to feel that again, so he had to bite his tongue.

They were granted swift entrance into the castle and got an immediate audience with the Dream King. Alfred and Matthew stood behind their parents' chairs while they began to discuss the matter with the Nightmare Land. Alfred stared at the king, noticing then how embarrassing their leader is compared to the Nightmare Sultan. The Dream King, though tall, was plump with stubby ring filled fingers and a bushy beard. There was always an air of arrogance around the Dream King, more so than the Nightmare Sultan. Or rather, the Nightmare Sultan knew how to hide it better.

Still, Alfred did his very best to remain quiet and listen to how they conducted business. This was, technically, his very first royal business meeting that had nothing to do with battles. It was strange to see how the king interacted with his parents differently. The king seemed to hang on his father's every word, always keeping eye contact and staring at him. Sometimes when his papa would speak, or try to, the king would silence him or choose to undermine him. Alfred understood now what his papa had truly meant when he said the king responds to his father more than him. It also put into perspective his father's dilemma, which they discussed shortly in private. Now he understood why his father was worried about upsetting the king. The Dream King obviously admired his father, in more ways than one, and through the years has granted him many a kindness and boon. For a few moments, Alfred was pleased to know that his father, though annoying, would put sacrifice everything with the king if something were to happen to his sons.

"So as you can see, your highness," Arthur concluded. "This will benefit us in the long run. Times are changing and we have to find ways to change with them."

The king stroked his beard. "I see. I have been aware of what is happening to the nightmares and even a few accounts of dream folk disappearing have been reported. Only a very, very small few."

"But you understand why something has to be done now, yes?" Arthur asked. "This is why we need your approval."

"It is a lot to consider." The king answered. "We have been protecting people's good dreams since the dawn of time. What happens after all of this is fixed? Do we go back to being enemies?" He questioned. "Dreams and nightmares cannot work together for very long."

Francis spoke next. "That is probably true, your highness, but as the world is right now, our existence is at risk. Let us tackle one issue at a time."

"Arthur, do you agree with this?" Asked the king.

Arthur nodded. "I do. My husband speaks sense, your highness. We have no choice but to work together, dream and nightmare. I will personally send my sons to the Nightmare Sultan. My youngest son, Matthew, will be the head of the Dream Weavers and my eldest son, Alfred, will be the soldier that keeps order, along with whatever men you wish to send with him."

"Hm. Can your Matthew find enough Dream Weavers to offer to do this? I fear many of them would say 'no'."

Arthur turned to his son. "Matthew? What do you think?"

"Oh...um…" Matthew was unprepared for actually being asked anything. "I believe I can talk to other Dream Weavers and get them to understand our plight."

"We just need your permission, highness." Arthur said. "We can conduct everything ourselves, but we need you to agree to this first."

The king was silent for a few moments, stroking his beard and thinking. Finally, he said, "Before I give my answer, explain to me exactly how your sons came to know all this. You said young Matthew was kidnapped and Alfred went after him, yes?"

"Yes, your highness."

"And instead of raising his sword, Alfred chose to speak to the Nightmare Sultan?" His gray eyes turned to Alfred. "Exactly what happened during your stay in the Nightmare World?"

Alfred saw the look in his father's eyes warning him to choose his words wisely. He could not reveal his relationship with Ivan. "Your highness, the Nightmare Sultan took me prisoner but was very kind to me. I was not treated harshly in any way. I accompanied him often, as a prisoner, and saw these troubles with the nightmares first hand. They only took my brother to help themselves, and no harm had come to Matthew at all, nor to the few other Dream Weavers there. When I think about our people suffering the same as the nightmare folk I become fearful for our kingdoms' future. The Nightmare Sultan is willing to work with us, which is how I was released from being his prisoner."

The Dream King was silent for a moment, then started to laugh. "I wish I could see the sultan now, shaking in his little curled shoes at the issues facing his kingdom."

Alfred didn't care for the way the Dream King was mocking the sultan.

"If anything, your highness," started Arthur. "You should be beaming with honor and pride that the once proud Nightmare Sultan has to seek your help."

Alfred couldn't believe what his father was saying. That was a lie, though. He understood the act his father had to put on for the king but the words were still insulting. The more his father praised the king by insulting the sultan he could see just why Arthur was a favorite. His father could manipulate the king perfectly, a part of him that Alfred had never seen before. It was working, however, and swiftly too.

"Very well then, I'm going to allow this. However, I have a few conditions of my own. One, all Dream Weavers must agree to this on their own accord. Two, I get to choose which soldiers and knights I wish to send. And third, the most important one," he folded his hands on the table. "No nightmare or dream folk are allowed to mingle. I want a separate part of the palace made just for my Dream Weavers and soldiers. Make it very, very clear that there is to be no romantic involvement between nightmare and dream. It is taboo. We are a proud people and we do not lower ourselves by laying down with the enemy."

Unable to help or stop himself, Alfred spoke. "If I may ask, your highness, what is so taboo about a dream and nightmare being together?"

Arthur turned to him. "Alfred, do not bother the king with such-"

"No, it's quite alright, Arthur." The king said. "The boy is merely curious, although I am more curious to know why." His gray eyes stared at Alfred. "Well?"

"It's simple, my lord." Alfred said. "The more I know the better I can keep it from happening. I'm assuming I will be put in charge of the dream folk and Dream Soldiers there, so it is best that I know as much as I can so as to keep them from going astray."

"Ah, very wise. Yes, very wise." The king chuckled. "To answer your curiosity, nightmares feed off of fear, even ours. A Nightmare can take full control over one's emotions and weave illusions. The closer dream folk get to the nightmares, the more likely they are to be consumed by darkness. This is why we keep our people separated. THe same happens to the nightmares, of course, but they mean very little. We are to protect OUR people, young Alfred."

"I see, but I also can't help but mention that I rarely saw cruelty in the nightmares in the way you speak."

The king chuckled again. "You were not there for very long, and being at the sultan's side...well...he speaks with multiple tongues. His words can be like sweet honey, yet the bees are not very far. Should the nightmares consume many of our dream folk, the Nightmare Sultan will only gain more power and can easily break through into our world. He can weave dark, frightful, and terrible nightmares that will last a person or dream folk an eternity. Endless suffering in darkness and fear. Is that what you want to happen to our people, young Alfred?"

Alfred shook his head. "No sir." 'But I see a different part of them.'

"They are attracted to our light." The king added. "They crave it, like a moth to a flame. Our dream folk soon to be residing there must know that. Any who do fall for a nightmare...you will kill them." he said to Alfred.

Alfred eyes widened. "Kill them? Kill our own?"

The king nodded. "You will follow my orders or I will say 'no' to this. I can veto such a treaty at any time. If you do not have the stomach to do it, then I will send someone else in your stead. Well? What say you, young Alfred?"

Before Alfred could answer, his father jumped in to save him. "Your highness, you are asking much from my son. He has no trouble killing nightmares but he is too noble and honorable to kill our own. Allow me to accompany my sons there to keep order. The Nightmare Sultan listens to me. Francis can take care of things here and relay everything that happens there to you."

"Ah, Arthur," the king said with a sigh. "You always know how to follow my orders. You I can trust to kill those who betray us."

Arthur bowed his head. "I will act accordingly, your highness. If I am uncertain of proper judgment, I will have them sent to you for a final decision."

"Splendid!" The Dream King clapped his hands. "You should take lessons from your father, young Alfred."

"Yes sir, your highness."

The king stood up. "Well then, I have other matters to tend to."

"Of course." Arthur stood up as well with Francis following suit. "We thank you for your willingness to work with the nightmares, your highness. Everything will work out for the best."

He pat Arthur on the shoulder. "I'm sure it will. Good day to you all."

The family of four bowed and left after the king. They rode in silence back to their manor where Alfred immediately escaped to his room, dropping his sword and noble clothing along the way. Laying on the bed in just his under tunic and pants, he stared at the ceiling, void of stars, and counted the cracks in the stone. Having to keep his mouth shut throughout most of that meaning zapped all of his control and strength. Seeing his father suck up to the king had to be the most annoying of all, and the silence of his papa! The king just brushed him off as if he were a pesky fly. And the way the king spoke of the sultan and of the nightmares! He just couldn't believe that Sadik or Ivan were as cruel as he claimed!

There came a knock at his door and it opened, which meant it was his father for everyone else always waited for him to say 'come in'.

"Alfred? It's time for dinner. You've been up here since we got back."

"Don't you have more kingly ass to kiss?" he blurted out.

"Watch your tongue! Keep in mind that me lowering myself like that has allowed us to proceed with this mission. Without me, this would have never happened."

Alfred kept his back turned to the door but felt the weight of his father sitting on the edge.

"I'm going to the Nightmare World to protect you, Alfred. Do you really think I want to be there? No. I'm doing it for you."

"Why?" He asked, not turning to face his father. "You don't approve of Ivan. Are you going to kill me for loving a nightmare?"

"Don't speak such nonsense! Having me in charge of such a punishment will ensure your safety. What if the king were to send another to make such decisions? Someone who is not as understanding as I am. But don't get me wrong. I plan to keep our people as far away from the nightmare folk as possible."

Alfred finally turned around to confront his father. "Do you really believe those things the king said about the sultan?"

"The king speaks the truth about Sadik's powers. Both he and our king would strike in full if the opportunity arose. He will be a sultan before a friend. Just like our king, he will do what is best for his people, not for an individual few. But, in the sultan's defense, just because someone wields terrible power doesn't mean they like to use it, something the king has a hard time understanding."

Alfred sat up. "I'm not going to give up Ivan. You can just forget that now. I think he and I can change things!"

"He is a Nightmare Warlord that has killed many of our people! The only reason you have any power over him is because he is so weak. What do you think will happen when you help him gain his full power back? He could kill you!"

"But he won't." Alfred countered. "You don't see the way he looks at me, father. I'm the only one who can bring him joy and ease his suffering. That won't change once he is powerful again."

Arthur looked at him. "You haven't been with him long enough to believe that."

"And how long were you with papa before you realized that you loved him?"

Arthur narrowed his green eyes. "A VERY long time. Your papa and I were enemies before we were married. Our families were. We nearly destroyed our family names by being with each other."

"And yet you defied all that to be together. So why won't you accept my relationship with Ivan? You've never even spoken to him! You don't know him like I do!"

"But I know what's it's like to speak from lust." Arthur said harshly. "Your desire for him is evident- he can match you in most things, you know it's taboo, and all that drives your lust for him. It was lust that first brought your papa and me together-"

"Ew! Don't tell me that!" he covered his ears.

"Yet it was almost a year until we realized we had feelings for each other! But my lust for him in the beginning nearly made me lose everything. If anyone had found out that I had one night alone with him, my reputation would be ruined! But unlike you, I was able to fight my lust, which in the end had your papa falling for me first. I didn't love him, I lusted after him. We fought all the time- since we were children, always bickering. That's where my lust grew, so I understand why you chose that Nightmare Warlord. But you're 'loving' him for the wrong reasons."

Alfred shook his head. "Don't compare my life to yours. Ivan and I are two different people! Our lives will be different than yours and papa's!"

Arthur sighed. "You'll be the death of me one day, Alfred." He stood up from the bed. "Stop moping and join your family for dinner. Soon we will be traveling back to the Nightmare World. Your nightmare lover will be pleased to see you."

Alfred watched his father leave, noticing how Arthur didn't look back at him. His father stood in the doorway for a moment, silent, and for the first time Alfred took notice of how much smaller his father was. He already towered over him in height and had the body build of a soldier, a knight. His father was a nobleman trained in politics and the royal court. They were two different people, which is the reason why they never got along, once he started to grow older, anyway. And then his father was gone, leaving the door open with only the hallway lamps to light his room.

Waiting a while longer, he finally dressed and went to join his family for dinner.

Ivan heard of the arrival of Alfred and stood eagerly awaiting on his balcony for first sight of his lover. He felt himself begin to panic with each passing moment that he did not see Alfred. The sultan assured him that Alfred was on his way, along with his brother and father, to bring them good news. And it couldn't have come sooner for his heart was failing again, aching terribly and slipping from his chest every now and again. The sultan offered him some medicines and home remedies to ease the pain but the only cure for his failing heart is Alfred.

He was dressed in his noble clothing, choosing the colors of purple and black rather than simply black. No one was allowed to outshine the Nightmare Sultan when it came to dress, but Ivan wanted to impress Alfred's father. He chose a purple tunic with a silver brocade design of stars and black trim. His pants were black, molded tightly to his legs like a second skin. His boots, also black, sparkled with silver at the tips. Velvet gloves of purple adorned his hands with a few silver rings on his fingers, all either tipped with diamonds or amethysts. He wanted to show Alfred's father that he could give Alfred a good life here in the Nightmare World, that he would be well cared and provided for.

Finally, a nightmare guard announced their arrival. Ivan looked over the balcony rail to see a white and gold carriage come riding in pulled by six white horses. Already his heart was beating faster and the starlight came back to his eyes. Quickly he tore from the room, pushing through servants and guards to greet Alfred at the main doors. A few royal advisors and royal guards were to greet them, but Ivan assured them that he could welcome the family this time. So standing on the palace front steps, he waited eagerly for his lover to come out of the carriage. It took all of his willpower not to race to Alfred when he laid eyes upon him.

Alfred stepped out first, Ivan saw, and his heart swelled in delight and love. Matthew followed next and finally their father. Ivan never truly had the chance or the mindset last time he sat with Dream Lord Arthur when they first discussed political matters of the Dream Weavers. The Dream Lord outshined his sons with a golden velvet cloak lined with red and wide fluffy white trim. He was also dressed in bright emerald green to match his eyes. Alfred dressed as a soldier, wearing the same uniform as when Ivan had first saw him in the sultan's court. Matthew was dressed simply, almost like a monk, with a solid, full bodied robe of creamy silk and gold sandals. But his gaze was focused on Alfred.

"Welcome back." Ivan said with a bow. "The sultan is awaiting you in the courtroom." He saw the desperation in Alfred's eyes, the hunger of desire as well as love. But they could not embrace in front of so many. "Follow me."

"I hardly recognized you without your dark armor, Warlord." Arthur said to him as they followed Ivan.

Ivan turned to give him a soft smile. "When I am not in armor there is no need to refer to me by my war name. Lord Ivan will do nicely, if it pleases you, Dream Lord Arthur?"

"Then that's what we'll call you." Alfred answered instead.

Ivan chuckled. "I'm guessing by your faces that you bring good news?"

"All will be discussed with the sultan." Arthur said. "All walls have ears."

Alfred looked up at the night sky ceiling. "Yes, but do skies?"

Arthur looked up and then rolled his eyes.

Inside the courtroom, Sadik was in his throne puffing out more smoke shapes as they approached. Before any could speak, he ushered them all into the meeting room where they met last time, away from all ears. Once seated, the sultan had goblets of wine appear for each of them before speaking.

"So, what news do you bring?"

"Good news." Arthur answered. "The king has agreed. We will be sending some Dream Weavers here to aid the nightmares."

Sadik let out a sigh of relief. "That's swell. Are there any terms from the Dream King?"

"A few." Arthur said. "And I have some of my own, of course."

"Of course." Sadik chuckled. "So then, what are his terms? What do I owe him for his...kind generosity?"

Arthur revealed a parchment from a puff of sparkling white cloud. "These are his terms." He unrolled the parchment. "A steady supply of your nightmare wine. A sachet of gold and gems. All Dream Weavers are to be paid for and cared for by you. The Dream Soldiers are to be matched in their wages. Also, all of us, including soldiers and Dream Weavers, are to have our OWN section of the palace where we can be alone without the threat of nightmare folk. That is all."

The sultan raised a dark brow. "He was always jealous that I have more money and gems than him. We're closer in tune with the Faerie world, which is a main source of my great fortune. He wants a piece of it." Sadik leaned back in his chair. "Very well, I agree to his terms. I have little choice. And this palace is large enough to shelter all of you comfortably."

"And do not worry about caring for the Dream Weavers." Arthur said. "I will pay for their care and all their needs."

Sadik smiled. "You are very kind. Now then, what are your terms, Dream Lord Arthur?"

"I have only two terms. One, my son Matthew is to be head of the Dream Weavers and my song Alfred to be in charge of the Dream Soldiers. My king has agreed to this but only with your blessing."

"I agree." Sadik answered. "Your family has done so much for my people that I could never deny such a request."

Arthur held up his hand. "Oh, wait, there is one more bit I wish to mention."

"Speak then."

"All of my Dream Weavers and Dream Soldiers are NOT to mingle with your nightmare folk. I have my right to execute any nightmare that hurts, kills or defiles one of our own."

Sadik smirked. "Does that include your eldest son, Dream Lord Arthur?"

Arthur looked over at Alfred who was staring at Ivan, and the Nightmare Warlord stared back at him. "Alfred's choices are his own. They were made before these rules were put into effect. But I need your word that the nightmares will stay away from my dream folk."

"You have my word, on my honor as a sultan. I will even help you to judge any offenders and punish them for their crimes. If that is all, I would like to show you to your chambers in the west palace wing."

Arthur nodded. "Yes, I am rather tired." He looked at Alfred. "Alfred? Come along now."

"Ivan can show me my rooms later." Alfred answered.

Arthur sneered slightly but jerked when the sultan touched his shoulder.

"Ivan will show him." Sadik assured him. "Come now, Dream Lord Arthur, and young Lord Matthew. There is much you have to see and still more to do. Let Ivan teach Alfred the ways of our military."

Arthur didn't like leaving Alfred alone but at the moment he had little choice.

When they were finally alone, both ran around the table to embrace.

"I've missed you so much!" Ivan said. "My heart barely remained in my chest!"

"I'll have to come and go from here, for only a time." Alfred told him. "I have to report back to the king." They pulled away.

"But I will be lonely without you." Ivan reminded him. "I need you with me, always."

Alfred looked away from him. "That...is where the challenge comes in. The Dream King is not very keen on dreams and nightmares together. My father is to execute any who try, you heard him. Of course he won't actually do it, but should word get out…"

Ivan nodded. "I understand. There has to be a way for us to be together without judgment. We need our own dream world. A world we can go to when we sleep. That way, whenever we are apart, we can still be together." he sighed then. "But that is a hopeless dream...or nightmare."

Alfred thought for a moment, and then gasped. "Ivan! You're brilliant!"

"I am?"

"Yes! We cannot live our lives together in this world, but we can create our own!"

"But it's impossible." Ivan pointed out.

"Not for a Dream Weaver!" He said with a wink. "You can weave nightmares, and my brother can weave dreams. Believe it or not, he is a very good weaver, probably the best, although he doesn't look it nor would he ever admit it. As the world stands now, our kind cannot be together in this reality. But, in our own world," he smiled sweetly at his lover. "we can be who we want. It can be done. I can't believe I never thought of it before!"

Ivan took his hands with a bright smile. "That's because you were not thinking of our relationship or love. Now that you feel it the same as I do, you are thinking this way. It is a wonderful idea. I will be able to stay alive while we maintain our secrecy, until things get better."

"Let's visit Matthew right now and ask him to help us create our own little dream world."

They could barely wait to see Matthew in private but had to stop to make love along the way, having hid behind some tapestries. Matthew was taking some tea by himself in his room when the two came in, both a bit sweaty and grinning. Matthew lowered his teacup and looked at them.

"Yes?"

"Mattie! We need your help." Alfred hurried over to him. "It's nothing bad, actually, it's really good! But it all depends on you!"

Matthew just nodded. "I'm listening."

"You know of our relationship and the troubles we face with it."

"Yes."

"Well, Ivan and I thought of a way we can be together without anyone knowing, until things can get better!" Alfred grinned. "That's where you come in!"

Ivan stepped forward. "We need you to weave us our own dream world. Can you do that?"

Matthew blinked a few times. "Your own dream world? Well...I've never done that before." He looked away. "I don't know if I can."

"Well, we want to be able to dream about each other when we go to sleep." Alfred said. "That way, we can always be together even when we're apart, and we can make our lives however we want!"

"That's asking a lot of me, Alfred." Matthew said. "Only an experienced Dream Weaver can weave another world that is linked to only both of you."

Ivan knelt down before Matthew. "I can weave nightmares. Is there any way I can help you?"

"I've never worked with a nightmare before. I'm sorry, but I don't think I can help you with this." Matthew wanted to cry at the hurt look he saw on his brother's face. "I just don't have enough experience or power for that."

"What are you all speaking of?" Arthur came into the room when he heard multiple voices from his own connected chamber. He looked at Ivan. "Why are you here?"

"Father, don't be mad." Matthew said, quickly explaining to him what Alfred and Ivan wanted to do. "But I can't help them."

Arthur watched the two men stand together, side by side, holding hands. He crossed his arms and looked away. "You will need someone much stronger, like the Nightmare Sultan or the Dream King to weave something so strong."

"It's the only way we can be together without hurting anyone or causing trouble." Ivan said. "Our dream will be our own. We can do whatever we want in our dream, and be whatever we want. I will go to Sadik myself and ask him."

Alfred turned to Ivan. "But you're his best warlord. He probably won't want you sleeping all the time."

Ivan chuckled. "This is the realm of dreams and nightmares, Alfred. Anything is possible. I can balance work and play."

"You're forgetting one thing." Arthur said. "You'd both have to be asleep for this to work. There is no time in our realms."

Alfred and Ivan looked at each other in defeat, realizing that Arthur was right.

"Go speak to the sultan." Matthew said. "Don't give up just yet. He may be able to do something."

Ivan nodded. "Let me go and speak to him, alone." He kissed Alfred's cheek. "Stay here with your family. I'll be back."

"Are you sure you don't want me to come?" Alfred asked.

"I'm sure."

Ivan gave him another kiss and then left the chambers to find the sultan. He had mixed feelings about what Sadik would do when approached with such a favor. Ivan knew how important he was to the nightmare realm, how he was always at the sultan's side whenever they were discussing war with the dream folk. Ivan would be sleeping most of the time because his heart lay with Alfred, not with this world. He would put Alfred first before his job as a Nightmare Warlord.

He found the Nightmare Sultan in one of his many 'relaxation' chambers, the one with all the pillows. Ivan was granted entry and had to step over numerous pillows of all sizes, colors and shapes. The room was filled with smoke, almost to the point where he could not see the room clearly.

"Who's there?" Asked the Sultan from far back in the room, his green eyes glowing through all the smoke.

"It's Ivan." He walked closer. "I have something I need to speak with you about."

"Go on."

"It concerns myself and Alfred." Ivan saw the green eyes blink and then the smoke started to clear slightly to show the sultan's lounging form on a pile of pillows. "We need your powers."

"My power? Just what is this about?"

Ivan took a deep breath and explained. "Alfred and I want our own dream world to go to whenever we want- or rather, whenever we fall asleep. This way, we can be together without fear of judgment or taboo. We can make our dream world our own, a world where only we exist. SInce we cannot be together in these realms at the moment, we thought that this is the best way to maintain our relationship until things get better." The sultan's form was still a dark shadow and all Ivan could see were his eyes.

"Hmm...that's very interesting. However, Ivan, you are forgetting one thing." he sat up on the pillows. "I weave powerful nightmares. Alfred would have to adapt to our nightmare world ways. None of the Dream Weavers can match my strength in this to even it out. Alfred would still waste away in our realm if he stayed there for so long."

"But he doesn't have to stay for long! We can control that!"

Sadik puffed on his hookah. "It's not that easy. For something like this to be, Ivan, it will consume you. Alfred not so much, but for you...well...once you've been in that world for so long you'll never want to leave. Your heart is already a slave to Alfred. The world will consume you entirely until you will choose to never wake up, and be stuck in a dream forever. Is that what you really want?"

Ivan thought about for a moment and nodded. "I want to be with Alfred. That is my only care."

Sadik was silent for a moment, and then said, "No, I won't do it."

"Why not?" Ivan nearly shouted in outrage.

"It won't work in the way you think it will."

"But it's my life! I've been dutiful to you, true and loyal! I deserve a favor!"

"Not this favor." he blew out some smoke. "You are sounding more and more like a dream folk. Why don't you just join them?"

Ivan sneered. "Are you purposefully being ignorant? You know damn well that a nightmare cannot live in the Dream World!"

"But a dream folk can."

Ivan paused for a moment and stared at him. "What do you mean?"

Sadik stood up from the pillows then. "I can make you like Alfred. You can live and breathe in the Dream World and not be a slave to your heart. You and Alfred can live together for as long as you wish."

"Are you serious? You can do that?"

"I can. However, there are consequences." He finally came into view, the smoke fading away. "Should Alfred fall out of love with you, there is no return. You cannot return to the Nightmare Realm. All of your powers will be stripped and you must start from the ground up in the Dream World, building your own strength and power. You will lose those eyes of yours. They will become bland and pale, without any light. It will take some time for you to get used to your new body. And as of now, the realms are currently at peace and working together. But, should things change, and they will, you and I will become enemies, and I will not hesitate to strike you down, along with Alfred. Is this still what you want?"

'I can live with Alfred in the Dream World?' Ivan thought to himself. 'I can do it. If that's the only way for us to be together, then I will do it! It will make Alfred very happy, and his family will like it as well. And I can have a family again too!'

"Well? What is your answer?"

Ivan stretched out his arms and closed his eyes. "I choose to be a dream folk and live alongside Alfred."

"Very well. Be it so."

A spiral of purple, sparkling smoke surrounded him starting from his feet and working its way up until it encased him entirely. He felt the changes coming over his body, felt the strength of nightmares and darkness wilting away along with his horns. All he thought about was Alfred as his body underwent a total transformation. Wouldn't Alfred be surprised.

At dinner, Alfred sat anxiously between his father and brother, wondering what was taking Ivan so long. Even the sultan was missing from the dais table. All of the nightmares were eating, having started without waiting for the arrival of the sultan. Alfred found that for the first time he couldn't touch his food for he was too nervous. His father and brother tried to ease his anxiety but he just couldn't rest. He worried that Ivan got in trouble with the sultan, and he is being punished.

But then the sultan appeared on the dais from a puff of smoke and everyone clapped at his arrival. Alfred watched him take a seat but saw no sign of Ivan. "Where is Ivan?"

"I'm sure he's alright." Arthur tried to soothe his son.

"I'm going to ask him!" Alfred tried to get up but Arthur pulled him back down.

"Don't be a fool and embarrass yourself! You have to trust the sultan."

Alfred grumbled, quickly downing his wine in a few gulps. "I hate waiting! I want to know."

Music began to play, as it always did whenever dinner came around. Alfred tried to ignore it, thinking only of Ivan and wondering where he was. He noticed the nightmares had all stopped eating, turning their heads to look in the direction of one of the grand staircases. He heard Matthew gasp beside him. Alfred turned to look in the direction of everyone else and saw what they had been gawking over.

Ivan came gliding down the steps with one hand on the railing and dressed all in white. His horns were gone. His hands showed no traces of dark nails in length. His body had a halo of faint gold, the sign of a dream folk. Their eyes locked together the entire way, never breaking even as Ivan approached the table.

"Hello Alfred." Ivan said with a glowing smile.

Alfred slowly arose from his chair, staring at the transformed Ivan. "W-what happened to you?"

"The sultan would not grant us the wish of our own world, but he could make me into a dream folk like you. Now we can live together."

Alfred went around the table to look at him harder, finding it very hard to believe that this man was once the Nightmare Warlord Ivan. "You...you did this for me? You changed your life for me?"

"I told you my heart belongs to you, and you are my world. It doesn't matter which world, nightmare or dream. There's only you. It's a sacrifice I willingly gave, so you don't have to ever feel guilty."

"W-wow." Alfred let out a breathy laugh. "I didn't think something like THIS could happen!"

"Sadly, the sultan said I would lose my starlight eyes, a part of me you have come to love. I know those were the first part of me you fell in love with. Now they are dull and plain, I hope you can still gaze into them as you once did."

Alfred raised an amused brow. "What are you saying? Your eyes didn't change! They're the same!"

Ivan's eyes widened in surprise and he looked over at the sultan who only tilted his hat. "I guess he decided to let me keep that feature after all." Ivan smiled.

"They are your best one." Alfred said with a laugh and then embraced him. "You're going to love the Dream World, Ivan!"

Ivan embraced him back. "I can't wait to feel the sunlight on my face for pleasure rather than pain."

"Yes! And now you can be a part of our family! Father! You-" Alfred noticed that his father was absent and only Matthew remained. "Where did he go?"

Matthew, with an embarrassed blush, pointed to the dais where everyone had also turned their attention to. Arthur was yelling at Sadik, having ripped off his hat and frantically hitting him with it. Sadik only wore a grin, showing that he was completely unbothered by Arthur's assault in front of many.

"I guess your father isn't quite ready yet to accept me." Ivan said with a giggle.

Alfred looked at Matthew. "You don't mind Ivan joining our family, right Mattie?"

"Not at all." Matthew smiled. "I think it's nice!"

He nodded to his brother and then returned his attention to Ivan. "You really gave up everything to be with me?"

"I did, and I don't regret it." Ivan answered. "We can live happily together now, just like a sweet dream, or a fairytale. We can live happily ever after. And I must say, I realize now how important and wonderful good dreams are. They're much better than nightmares."

Alfred grinned. "I knew it! I told you dreams were better!"

"Yes, because now I know that dreams will do come true."

Alfred laughed and threw himself into Ivan who merrily swung him around, neither one caring about anyone else in the room.

Everything was going to change for them now. Their lives would never be the same, and they were fine with that. Alfred had now learned to put aside his selfishness to love another and think about them instead of just himself. Ivan gained a new life and a family along with someone who truly loved him. There is still much they have to face in the future, but they have a lifetime to figure it out together.

Nothing is ever as it seems.

The End

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