a/n:) HI! I am SO sorry i haven't updated in a lil bit DX my parents found my list of yaoi fanfic links and I got grounded again. ;_; But I am so glad I'm back!

Daniel: It took you bloody well long enough! I want to know how I'll escape!

Alexander: Yes indeed. There is no excuse.

Me: Oh, whatever! I'm here anyway and I MISSED U GUYZ! *Glomps* :3

The Servant Grunt: 0_o

Enjoy the chapta!


The Baron Of Brennebnurg meant to go right to Daniel to deliver his punishment. It would be a light sentence—maybe a few whips and then a week or two of confinement. After all, he could be a forgiving man…when he wanted to be. Daniel would be freed eventually.

However, as the day went on he thought of more and more excuses for not going. Then, as he spent his whole day without his friend, the baron felt himself grow weary. He took medicine for a pain'd stomach. Bodies needed burial. He needed lunch. Finally, Alexander took a nap because he head hurt.

When he woke up, he knew he could put it off no longer. He would face Daniel. It would not be easy, but he had to insert his control over the lad.

Alexander marched through the Nave, lantern hanging from his hand. As he sloped to where he was going, a familiar voice called out.

"Oh, ho…Alexander…my old friend…"

Usually, the Baron of Brenenbarg ignored this call. But today he was begging for a reason to tarry. Anything would suit to keep him away from confronting his English friend, if only for a moment.

Hanging on a special spot in the wall was a man who looked something like a mummy or a skeleton. He had no lower jaw, yet talked clearly. Alexander kept him hanging by his arms, as it was assumed, he was too weak to hold himself up.

"Good evening, Agrippa."

"Ho, ho! Alexander! You do not customarily retort when I express to you!"

"I am in an unusually good mood today, companion." This was a lie. Alexander was in an unusually bad mood.

"Ho, I do not believe you my old friend." Agrippa responded with what would have been a smug grin, if he had a mouth. "Something predicaments you. Won't you be seated and conversate with me?"

Alexander snarled, but did not travel away. There was a comfortable-looking barrel by Agrippa's hanging body. He eyed it for a moment, and then took the seat.

Agrippa's head leaned sympathetically toward the Baron. "What is on your mind?"

The Baron of Brunnenberg didn't think before blurting out: "Daniel."

If Agrippa had eyebrows, one would have raised one quizzically. "Ho oho! Why is this? Has the youngster produced a misdeed?"

"W-Well…" studdered Alexandered. "No. Not exactly."

"Then what?"

Alexander gulped, and sucked in a big air. "The boy does nnot know his place. I've taken the liberty of..retiring his freedoms so that he might learn where he stands. I was just on the way to visit him, in fact."

"Oh hoho, Alexander…" chortled Agrippa. "You have all manner of servants who could call on the Englishman and express to him what you are expressing to myself. Why are you going there individually? One might presume you are undergoing…other causes?"

The Barorn of Brennenberg shivered. He was not used to being called out, or feeling caught by his own words. His face froze. In his mind, angry words stirred around like bubbling acid in a barrel. "Say something, you fool!" He thought. But he did not...say anything.

"My, my, Alexander…my old friend…ho ho…" Agrippa's eyes looked soft as he said this. It made the Barn feel…somewhat comforted? "Oh ho! I can see it in your eyes. You have feelings for this boy…you have feelings like the antelope has feelings for the praierie. Or a churning river has feelings for the rock is slides through."

Alexander shot up from his seat. He kicked over the barRel and growled at Agrippa.

"You know not what you speak of you, you old fool!" He stomped around, refusing to face his old friend. "All the years hanging there have made you senile! Mad! Insane! Senseless!"

The Barron did not even look back. He took his lantern and then grabbed a few things off a nearby table. Some robe, a whip, and low candle (for its scalding hot wax).

"These will do…" he grumbled, and then he descended darkly into the dungeons of Bunnenbreg.

When he got to Daniel's cell, he expected the little Englishman to be huddled in the corner. He would see the baron had arrived and begin to grovel or beg. In truth, Alexander was looking forward to it.

But instead…when he got there…the cell was empty!?

"What!?" roared Alexander. "How!?"

Then, he saw the broken bars on the side of the door—a hole was there, just small enough for the tiny Brit to crawl through. Down the hall, frantic footfalls fell.

"Daniel!" Alexander screamed, and took off after him.

"Leave me alone!" Daniel screamed back.

The chase was on. Alexander dropped his torture equipment. When even the lantern became to burdensome to run with, he dropped that too. Clang! The hall was sent into perfect darkness. The Baron's eyes adjusted to the dark in time. And when they did, he could see, in the corner, of the hall, Daniel crouched in a fetal positon.

Ah yes. Daniel was afraid of the dark.

"There you are!"

The older man tackled Daniel with force, pushing him to the grond and pinning him there. There was a light struggle before Daniel…simply gave up.

"Why did you run from me, Daniel!?" the Baron rumbled. "Why did you leave your cell!?"

Alexander gazed down into the English man's soft, round face. That gentle head contained two beautiful orbs, round and alive and bright. Indeed, Daniel's eyes were just as ethereal and strange as the magical orbs which Alexander craved more than anything. Perhaps, he pondered briefly, these orbs had an even greater value.

Maybe…just maybe…Agrippa…had been right?

"Alexander…" Daniel's lip quivered as he whispered. "I love you. I love you more than anything. And I don't care if you don't love me back…I simply must tell you. I am sorry." Small, glittering tears formed at the edge of each orb. Two faint, blue shimmers…

A magnificent pause filled the chamber.

"Do not cry." Ordered the Brennen of Baronburg simply. "I love you too, Deniel."

The man on top leaned down, his lips inching closer to the British boy's lips, as red as the damnaskus rose itself. Tears kept flying out of his eyes. Happy tears now.

Just as they were about to kiss, they heard a sound. What was that noise? The two scrambled to their feet and Turned around.

There, in the dark, stood the skinny little body of Alexander's dear old friend. He limped towards them, pointing something at them.

"Oh hoho, what a exquisite spectacle of fondness…" he chuckled.

Agrippa…HAD A GUN!