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Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
***Warnings: Hardcore yaoi, language, angst

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

Chapter 15 Part 2

Ludwig had slept little after the abnormal burial of Ivan in the tombs of House America. Matthew had offered him some warm ale, food, and a bed. Ludwig needed a drink and the warm ale hit the spot. Of course, he would have needed much more to make himself feel numb. Perhaps it was better that way, though, because he had to leave by sunrise, which came quickly. He must have slept for no more than a couple of minutes, it would seem, before he had to leave. Getting out of the warm, comfy bed was an inner chore, but duty called. He decided to leave the wagon with Matthew and ride back on the donkey. However, he was unable to find Matthew to properly thank him for the hospitality. Ludwig stopped one of the servants scrubbing the floors.

"Excuse me, but were is Lord Matthew? I wish to thank him before I leave."

The servant looked concerned. "My Lord Matthew has fallen ill this morning. He has been ill for quite some time ever since the late Lord Alfred left for war."

"Hm. Depression will do that to a person."

"Oh, no, no, Sir Ludwig! No!" The servant dropped the brush. "It is the consumption disease he has, sir."

'I wonder if Gilbert knows of this.' Ludwig thought to himself. "I see. I still wish to see him before I go."

The servant nodded. "I'll take you to his chamber." The man led him to the room and knocked before entering. "Lord Mattie, Sir Ludwig is here to see you before he leaves."

Matthew lay in bed covered heavily in wool blankets and furs. He smiled weakly at Ludwig as he entered. One of the young servant girls curtsied to them both before exiting the room. Ludwig noticed the white cloth spotted red on the side table along with a cup of water. He had thought Matthew looked pale last night, but had figured it was due to visiting his brother's grave. Now he knew the truth.

"Are you…sure you have rested enough, Ludwig?" Matthew asked him, his voice a whisper. "Is there anything else you may need?"

"No, you have done more than enough. I just wanted to give my thanks for letting me stay here. I'm sure Alfred and Ivan are happy together."

Matthew pulled his arms out from under the covers and looked at Ludwig. "Do you regret Ivan's death? I know you were the one who beheaded him."

Ludwig cleared his throat, resting his weight on his good leg. "I was only doing my job. I've killed many people in the past. I didn't know Ivan personally, so I have no real regret towards killing him. Why do you ask?"

"It's just…well…if I…if I had…had just told…told Alfred of my illness…then he never would have left." Matthew looked forlorn. "If only I was brave enough to speak up…but he was so excited and full of hope…eager to bring back the true religion and be a hero. I couldn't take that from him. But only if…if I had been stronger and less afraid and selfless, then maybe two people would still be alive today."

Ludwig understood Matthew's guilt; and such guilt would make any sickness worse. He was certain that if he suddenly shouted 'boo' at this timid man, he'd cough up a lung. "How do you know Alfred would have stayed with you?"

"He would have. He's my big brother…he would never leave me alone knowing I was sick."

"And he may have come home from battle in pure victory. You have no way of telling that." The saddened look on Matthew's face made Ludwig feel like he had kicked a puppy. "What I'm saying is, if you keep worrying so much then your sickness will get worse. Alfred is dead and gone you have to accept that. Gilbert really needed your brother's skills and loyalty on the battlefield; he may have even left even knowing you were sick. My point is, you have no way of knowing what could have happened, so nothing is your fault. Do not make yourself ill."

"I wish I could feel that way, but I don't." Matthew took a deep breath, rubbing his chest. "I'm sorry if I annoyed you with my words, Ludwig. You're a very good friend, and I wish Alfred had gotten to know you. He would love to tease you."

"Hm." Ludwig gently took Matthew's hand and gripped it with his fist. "This is how the soldiers and guards say 'hello' and 'goodbye'. I'm a former soldier, like your brother, and this shake is for him as well. I'm saying 'goodbye' and will see you soon."

Matthew looked a bit confused, but smiled sweetly at Ludwig. "Okay…I'll see you later too. Be careful on your ride back. Be safe."

"Get better soon." Ludwig knew this was most likely going to be the last time he ever saw Matthew.

/

"Are you fucking serious?" Gilbert yelled at him, slamming his fist on the oak desk. "How dare Matthew not tell me he was sick! For the sake of the spirits, I would have kept Alfred here!" He shoved the papers onto the floor. "Gods and spirits be damned." He landed his face in his hands.

Ludwig's brow twitched. "Like I told Matthew, it was nobody's fault. His guilt is killing him quicker than the consumption." He took a seat in front of the desk.

Gilbert looked out from his hands. "How did Matthew look when you saw him?"

"He will not last much longer. I've seen consumption before in the war camps, Gilbert. I know you have too. There's no cure and it's always fatal. The only way he could prolong his life is if it were summer, where the dry air would help him breath. I can assure you, we will be losing Matthew very soon."

"That idiot…" Gilbert hissed "I wish he had told me, because he is right. I would not have let Alfred leave and Ivan would have no reason to have died." He slumped in the chair. "Now Matthew's death will be on my head too. He got sick because of me."

Ludwig frowned. "Because of you? How?"

"Ugh. Matthew is a very sweet, kind, and gentle loving soul. He likes to help others, and donates most of his money to sick houses. He even goes to them and helps to nurse the ill, or talk to them, tell stories, you know, things like that. Alfred never wanted him to do it, but Matthew begged me to let it happen. I didn't want Matthew doing it either, but those damn eyes of his-" Ludwig nodded "could stop a herd of deer in their path."

Ludwig crossed his arms. "Nice men finish last. It is only the strong and domineering who go to step on everyone else."

Gilbert glanced up at him. "In a fantasy world, you're wrong. In this world…you are right." He sighed heavily, thinking for a moment. Then, he narrowed his vision at Ludwig. "I want you to ride back to Ambassador Sadiq's territory where Arthur is. Tell Arthur of Matthew's illness, and have him mix a potion that will ease Matthew's suffering."

Ludwig frowned. "You mean to kill him. Matthew, that is."

"Yes, that is what I plan to do. Arthur will understand, and he'll make something that will ease all of Matthew's pain without him knowing."

"I won't do it." Ludwig stated, and Gilbert stood up from his chair.

"What did you just say?"

"I said, 'I won't do it'!" Ludwig slammed his own hand down on the desk.

"Idiot!" Gilbert growled. "I don't fucking want Matthew choking to death on his blood to suffer a terrible fate! His brother was decapitated, and then hacked to pieces by our enemies! Matthew received the rest of Alfred's body in a fucking bag! Do you hear me? A BAG! You want him to drown in his own blood too? Have you no sympathy?"

"I do so have sympathy!" Ludwig hollered back. "Don't you tell me about death and suffering, Gilbert! You've always been in your own tent, far away from the rabble of war! Do you know how many men I've seen die from either battle wounds or illness? Consumption took many of them! I saw them choke on their own blood! I saw them gasp for life and claw at their throats! Men who were alive in the morning would be dead by nightfall, drowning in their own blood! I've had to amputate men's limbs myself! I've had to saw through their bones and pull their rotting limbs from their bodies! Did you ever hear the muffled screams of man with a block of wood between his teeth while a blade cut through the bone?" Gilbert said nothing. "I've pulled men off of the battlefield who were screaming to be killed! I can't tell you how many of them I've put an end to myself! By my own hands or sword! Have you ever been with a dying man that is crying for his home? For his family? For his children or his wife?"

Gilbert sat back down on his chair, glaring up through white lashes at Ludwig. "I have. I will say his name. Fredrick. That man suffered brutally until his last breath. He asked me to kill him, to ease his suffering. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't willingly give up something I cared for so deeply. I wanted to keep him alive! I wanted to do whatever I could to help him."

Ludwig growled darkly, but Gilbert put up his hand. "Let me finish. When I was a young boy, no more than maybe eight or nine, I had a dog. I loved that dog. She was a mutt, a mongrel. No father or mother, just a wandering mutt. I was allowed to take her in as a pet. Ludwig, I loved that dog. My mother was kind, but not kind enough. My father did what a father needed to do, but nothing more. I had two things in my childhood: Fredrick, and my dog Honey. I named her that because she loved to hide in the honeysuckle bushes behind my castle and always smelled like them. She lived and played with me until I was a young man, before the plague took my family from me. I never knew how old she was…but when she grew sick, I knew she was old. I had to fucking BEG my father on hands and knees to call an animal expert to look at her. He did. The expert gave her some herbal medicine that kept her tail wagging for a day or two.

I thought all was well, and that my dog and best animal friend would be with me forever. And then…while I was outside with her in the courtyard, her body started to shake. She hit the ground, her legs kicking madly in the air. I cried out to anyone to help. Anyone at all. No one came to me. I held that dog in my arms until her shaking ceased. She was still breathing, still looking at me. Her bowels let loose and her eyes clouded over. Right there in the courtyard, she started to lose life in my lap. I carried her in my arms up to the house, numb like a pile of ice. I presented her to the courtroom where my father was having a meeting. He was furious with me, that I should dare interrupt him over the pain and suffering of an animal. Not only was I was beaten, but Honey was taken from me. My pain meant nothing; I only wanted to see my dog. She needed me to be with her, for I was all she had. Do you know what happened then?"

Ludwig slowly shook his head.

"My father had killed her. Stabbed her with a sword to end her suffering. I never saw it, but I came upon that dog's body in the stables, a gash through her heart. Her eyes were white, having disappeared into her skull. That pink tongue which kissed me so sweetly, hung from her dead bloody jaw. My father said it made me strong, and should I shed tears over an animal would weaken me forever. So, I never cried. I wanted to, by the spirits and old gods above I wanted to. I buried her that night between the honeysuckle bushes, my hands and nails caked with dirt. Do you know who came to me? Not my father or my mother, but Fredrick. The goddamn KING of this realm. He placed his hands on my shoulders and stood silently with me, sharing in my sorrow. No one understood me that night but him. He brought me onto his lap and said, 'sometimes we have the power to fight nature, but in the end, nature always wins.' What do you think that means, Ludwig?"

Ludwig stared at him, saying nothing.

"What Fredrick was trying to say, is that out of our grief and sorrow, we do whatever we can to save our loved ones. Sometimes things work out for the best, and other times, they end badly. That was the way with Honey. I should have killed her when she first grew sick. You know why? Let me tell you, because I would have ended her suffering early. Did I do that? No. Out of my own grief, I wanted her alive for my own needs, yet she suffered more in the end. That killed me, Ludwig! It tore me apart! It was one of the biggest mistakes I made in my childhood. Do you see where I am going with this, Ludwig?"

Blue eyes bore into pink. "You mustn't forget that Matthew is not Honey. A human holds more purpose than a dog."

"But to whom? To you, maybe. But to others, that may not be the case. Look, I love and adore Matthew. I always have! Matthew is everything kind, sweet, and pure in this world. He is uncorrupted by greed. All he knows is to give. I would love to be like him, but I'm not. Why should someone so pure, innocent, and gentle be forced to suffer while men like my fucking husband get to live on?"

Ludwig saw the moisture welling up in Gilbert's eyes as he spoke of these tales. Never did he want to see sorrow or pain in those pink eyes. Such power this man held over him, enough to change his views on life. Gilbert had killed many people, this is true, but Ludwig killed more. A peasant soldier killed more often than a knight. A knight had morals. A knight had rights and duties. Knights pranced proudly on their horses in false victory while the lower people did all of the major fighting. Ludwig could see and understand Gilbert's argument. "That's always how it seems to be. The innocent, kind, noble, and pure always end up dead, while the deceitful, greedy, sneaky people continue to live on. That is the way of life, Gilbert. You of all people should know that. People who give and fight for honor often die, while people of deceit thrive off their deaths. It is common knowledge."

"Which is why Matthew's suffering must end. Please, he is suffering now and deserves to be at rest." Gilbert took Ludwig's hands in his own. "Please, you must do this for me. I would do it myself, but the king…"

"I understand." Ludwig sighed. "I will…ride to Turkey and ask Arthur to cease Matthew's suffering. I will go to House America and give it to him myself. He will die with me by his side. After the breath is gone from his body, I will carry and bury him in the tombs of his ancestors beside his brother and Ivan."

Gilbert smiled. "You would do that for me?"

"Giblert…I would do anything for you…even if it goes against my better judgment."

"If that is the case…then why do you want Matthew to suffer?"

Ludwig stood up and moved to the door, stopping for a moment before answering. "I don't want Matthew to suffer, per say. I'm just…tired of killing and burying people." With that, Ludwig left Gilbert's office.

/

"Oh spirits above…not the Honey story again." Roderick sighed. "Everything seems to revolve around that dog of his!"

Ludwig frowned at Roderick's casual attitude. "Gilbert is legitimately concerned for Matthew's health. I have my orders."

"Let me handle Matthew."

"No." Ludwig said firmly and Roderich glared at him. "I only take orders from Gilbert, and he gave his orders first. I will follow only HIS orders."

Roderick smirked. "You see, this is why I am in charge and Gilbert isn't. House America is one of our biggest supporters. Neither Matthew nor Alfred was married with children. Therefore, their castle and lands are useless. If Matthew's dies, so does the castle."

"Then whose name does it go in to? Gilbert's, I'm assuming?"

"No. They go in to my name."

Ludwig frowned. "How convenient."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I find this all so strange that an advisor gets more out of life than the queen."

Roderich glared. "Just what are you implying?"

Ludwig crossed his arms. "That you are using Gilbert as a pawn to get further in life." Dangerous purple bore into blue.

"Watch your words around me, Sir Ludwig. It is by my good word that you are here in the castle at all! Tell me, what schooling have you had?"

"Schooling? Well, none."

"Exactly." Roderich smirked. "Peasants don't go to school, much less read or write. Do you know these things?"

"I can read." Ludwig said firmly. "I…do not know how to write very well."

"Hmph." Roderich scoffed. "If you can read, you can write." He stared at him for a moment. "Hmm…very interesting. Now I see the attraction."

"Attraction?" Ludwig blinked.

"Yes. Gilbert's attraction towards you. Both of you are outspoken and brave, yet idiotically naive. Gilbert is only where he is because of me. Perhaps I did not introduce him to Fredrick, but I have gotten him halfway onto the throne."

"That is true, but it is for your own gain. You plan to rule in Gilbert's shadow, so that any mistakes you may make end up on Gilbert's shoulders. Maybe you should take a lesson in the battlefield, Lord Roderich."

Roderick glared. "Perhaps peasants should know their place. All it takes is for one word to leak out from my lips into the ear of the king…and you'll be swinging from the neck by morning."

Ludwig's blue eyes widened, and then narrowed into a deadly glare. "You wouldn't dare! You do that, then Gilbert suffers as well!"

"Does he?" Roderick smirked. "Let me tell you something, Sir Ludwig. You see, much like Fredrick, Gilbert has properly seduced the king. The king is in awe of him already, and they haven't been married for that long. The king has actually LEFT the kingdom to obtain gifts for Gilbert."

"I don't want to hear Fredrick's name." Ludwig stated.

"Why? Because he is the true holder of Gilbert's heart?"

Ludwig growled. "Watch yourself, old man! My fingers ache for my axe right now! Don't think that since you are Gilbert's old friend that I won't hesitate to strike you!"

"Hmph, and my hand aches for the quill that signs your death warrant!"

"I know Gilbert has full trust in you, but I wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw you!" Ludwig narrowed his gaze at the other.

"You are foolish, then. Gilbert has no right to fear me betraying him. If I wanted to be king, I would have done so already. Gilbert is the only likely candidate legally able to do the job. True, I do need to run things for him or else the kingdom would crumble under his laid back attitude. Gilbert needs a firm hand and solid structure or he will fall apart."

Ludwig was still unsure of the man, always cautious of a person who talks too much.

"And do not forget how Gilbert got this far! It's because of ME! Not only have I brought Gilbert to power, but I even snuck him in to Fredrick's chambers." Roderich smirked, walking up to Ludwig. "Do you want to know what they did together behind closed doors?"

Ludwig didn't want to know, but at the same time, he couldn't stop himself. He nodded.

"You see, I would often peek in just to make sure no one else was there. Often, Gilbert would be kissing and sucking on Fredrick's lips, sitting in his lap. Those pale legs would spread and straddle Fredick's lap while hands and mouth explored on their own. Care to know how often Fredrick showered him with kisses? Fredrick would grab Gilbert by his forearms and kissed him roughly. Then, he would drag him over to the bed where clothing would litter the floor. Yes, they lay together naked on the bed, skin pressed against skin. Young body aching for a mature one." He smirked. "Fredrick wanted him. Badly. That man craved and sought out Gilbert's body. Many times his hands would caress Gilbert's skin, unable to do much else. Gilbert would have given up his virginity to Fredrick if the man were not so noble. Enjoy being second best, Ludwig, because that is all you will ever be."

"You sound like a closet pervert." Ludwig countered and Roderich glared. "I'm sure there were many things those two had done together, but Fredrick is dead and I am not. It is up to Gilbert who he chooses to love. But we are not here to talk about Gilbert. This is about Matthew. Let this discussion continue another time."

"Hmph." Roderich tapped his finger. "I understand that. I rather you let my side take care of Matthew. Your absence has been noticed, and running off again will cause more suspicion. Let us…compromise. I will send one of my friends to Sadiq's house and alert Arthur. When the medicine comes, you will receive it and bring it to Matthew. That way, your are still following orders but you're not gaining suspicion."

"I agree with that." Ludwig said with a nod. "I promised Gilbert I would be with Matthew when he 'sleeps' forever."

"Good, we agree." Roderich stood up and walked around the desk to stop in front of Gilbert. "Do watch your words with me, Ludwig. I can easily have you crushed."

Ludwig stared at Roderich's back as the man left the office, leaving him alone.

/

Gilbert just finished closing the last curtain of his chambers before turning around to look at the setup. The food and ale had been brought in on trays and Gilbert told the servants that he would be staying inside the chambers to do some reading. He was also not to be disturbed unless there was a dire emergency. All of this food and ale was for his night with Ludwig, which should be starting shortly. Since Ludwig did not have to travel for a day or two, (and the king was out of town) their special night together could happen. Gilbert snuggled into the white fur robe the king had gotten him, eager to show it to Ludwig. Of course, he was naked underneath but Ludwig wouldn't mind. This was a night to help bring them closer as a couple, or rather, to lessen Ludwig's jealousy of Fredrick. Gilbert knew the man was feeling second best to the late king, and he wanted to show Ludwig that he did have true feelings for him. Ludwig has done everything Gilbert had asked of him, all for his sake. Besides, Ludwig needed to know what tender loving between couples is like. Gilbert had it all set up perfectly.

"Now, to await his arrival." He went and sat on the fluffy rug in front of the fire, lounging on a few pillows while he waited. After a short while, Gilbert heard the secret door open beside the fireplace. Only his legs were bare, with the robe pooled around the backs of his knees as he lay on his belly. He turned his head with a tilt to the side and his eyes settled on Ludwig standing behind him. "It's about time."

"Were you waiting long?" Ludwig asked him, but couldn't help stare at the deep of Gilbert's lower back.

"Longer than I should have." He chuckled and rolled over onto his back, making sure the bottom the robe remained closed. "There is warm ale over there with a mug. We'll have to share it. Go pour us some, and bring over those tarts as well."

Ludwig had to forcefully move himself away from the celestial being waiting for him on the floor. Quickly as he could, Ludwig filled up the mug with warm ale from the barrel and took the tray of tarts. He placed them in front of Gilbert before taking a seat on the rug with him. Gilbert gave him a playful wink while allowing one side of the robe slip off his shoulder, revealing the pale skin. Ludwig gulped, feeling his mouth water just from the sight of that skin. Gilbert was acting differently than normal, and for a split second, Ludwig wondered if this was how he was when with Fredrick.

"Aroused already?" Gilbert said with a chuckle and a sip of the ale.

Ludwig looked down at his lap, seeing the slight bulge there. "Well, what do you expect? You're sitting there naked under that robe and tempting me. What am I suppose to do?"

"I wasn't complaining." Gilbert handed the mug over to Ludwig, who drank some. "This is your night, Ludwig. I want to show you that I do care about and love you. What we have is something special; something different from what I have known in the pass." He moved onto his hands and knees to crawl closer to Ludwig. "You always see me as a rough and tough knight who can kick your ass from here to the next life. Yet I am showing you that there is more to me than just that."

"Like what Fredrick got to see from you."

Gilbert gave a sad smile. "Roderich told me what he said to you. Yes, there were times I had with Fredrick like this, but nothing sexual would follow." He rests his hands on Ludwig's thighs to lean his face closer. "He may have been the first man to see me like this, but you have been the only man since then. I swear it to you. I don't even want anyone else, only you. If you still have any doubts right now, this night will prove otherwise."

Ludwig placed his hand on Gilbert's waist. "Does this mean I can have you in whatever way I wish? Am I in full control tonight?"

He smiled. "If that is what you want?"

"Sweets and cuddling comes later, after my lust is sated."

"Just the ale, then?"

"Everything's better with ale."

"Damn straight." Gilbert gasped and gave a crooked smile at the sudden rough gripping of his forearms. "Uh, Ludwig?"

"Then you really are saying that you are mine? Just mine?"

Gilbert nodded. "Once the king is dead, you can fuck me outside for all to see."

Ludwig actually purred. "Then be prepared with a story as to why you're walking funny tomorrow. There's not one spot in his room where you won't be fucked."

Gilbert grinned and let out a laugh when Ludwig knocked him down onto his back. Ludwig brought his lips into a heavy kiss, crushing his mouth down as if to swallow the other whole. Gilbert didn't mind though, because this was only proof of how much Ludwig cared for him. He spread his legs and let the robe fall open, arching his hips upwards to brush against Ludwig's groin. The other groaned into his mouth and thrust against him, earning a similar groan. Ludwig suddenly pulled away to tear open the tie of the robe and expertly yank the material off Gilbert's body. Gilbert felt himself flipped then onto his stomach and a pillow shoved under his hips. Ludwig spread his thighs further apart so they were against the pillow and his ass was elevated higher. He let out a moan when he felt Ludwig's fingers stroking his entrance. The callused skin of the fingers only added a different level of sensation around the area, and Gilbert found himself pressing back.

"We may not get another chance like this for awhile." Ludwig said. "I want to make the most of it, so forgive me if I get too rough."

Gilbert smirked. "I can handle it, don't worry." He shuddered. "Stop rubbing…I want to feel them inside."

"Hmph." Ludwig snorted and took another sip of the ale. "I could just enter you, but I rather you last for the rest of the night." He let the fingers that were stroking him slip inside the tight heat, smirking at the pleasured groan of his lover. Ludwig quickly stretched him, spreading his fingers to widen and loosen the muscles. Then, he added a third and forth to join the first two, but did not press them deep enough to strike the sweet spot. Instead, he would rather have his cock strike it first upon penetration.

"I'm ready, Ludwig!" Gilbert whined. "Stop taking so long!" He pressed back against the other's probing fingers, trying to get them to tickle that spot within him. For some reason, Ludwig was withholding that pleasure from him, but why? The mystery of it excited him. However, he let out another whine when the fingers had left, but grew excited again when he heard the sound of Ludwig's belt buckle. Gilbert had to lift himself onto his elbows and look back at his lover, eager to see that engorged organ. Ludwig only took off his shirt and lowered his pants enough to free his cock. Gilbert didn't mind it, but did mind when was quickly spun around with the pillow. He hissed slightly at the feel of the rug burns on his knees and elbows, but the cock that poked his cheek made him forget the minor pain. "Lube you up?" He asked Ludwig.

"What do you think?"

Gilbert looked up at the other before wrapping his mouth around the tip and slowly sucking him in. He could feel the little veins hardening against his tongue as he slid his mouth up and down. The goal was to slick him up before entry, not bring Ludwig to orgasm. Still the heavy smell of arousal from his lover only made the stirring in his loins grow hotter, and he pulled away with a smack of his lips. Pink eyes gazed up through white lashes, and the next thing Gilbert knew, he was back on his belly. He gripped the surface of the rug in his hands, prepared for the first thrust.

Pink eyes opened wide and a cry lodged in his throat when the full length of Ludwig's cock slammed into him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he let out a few choked gasps, trying not to be loud. Never had Ludwig entered him so quickly before, and the fast stretching was uncomfortable. He tried relaxing his muscles, but Ludwig felt so big in him that there was not enough room to do so. His bowels couldn't stretch further, nor could they tighten. Gilbert did say that Ludwig could do whatever he wanted, and that he could handle it as well. Ludwig took him literally.

"This rug isn't going to work." Ludwig said in a husky tone, but did not pull out. Instead, he easily lifted Gilbert from the rug while still seated inside of him. It was an awkward way to carry someone, but luckily the chair arm was not too far. He bent Gilbert over the soft and gave a satisfied smirk now that the other's body was at the perfect height for thrusting.

"Ludwig…please…I need more time to stretch!" Gilbert whispered. "You're so…so fucking big that…that it feels like I'm going to break if you move!"

"Bear it for me now, Gilbie." Ludwig's tone was soft even as his hand fisted in white hair, tugging the other back. He pulled out a bit and thrust in slowly, pressing deeper in hopes to strike that spot. The first thrust didn't work, and his lover gave out a hiss of pain rather than a cry of delight. Ludwig pulled out halfway and slammed back in, this time feeling the tip hit the spongy area. Gilbert had let out a cry then, but Ludwig saw how he bit his lip to keep from being loud. That bothered him, but Ludwig knew it was necessary.

"Right there! Do it again!" Gilbert hated to muffle his cries against the other chair arm, but Ludwig's fast series of thrusts were sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Ludwig's size and speed continued to amaze him each time they had sex, and this time was a surprise. The rock hard member slid in and out of him with heavy force, stabbing his sweet spot without ever missing once. Gilbert feared the tip of Ludwig's dick would penetrate right through the bundle nerves and snap his lower backbone. "More, Ludwig!" He found himself begging, licking his lips and gripped the chair arm. "Fuck me harder!"

"Urgh! This isn't working either!" Ludwig was growing frustrated with the chair constantly sliding forward. This time, however, he did pull out of Gilbert and throw the man onto his shoulder. He heard Gilbert gasp in surprise, but there was no time to explain. Ludwig decided that the bed was the best option, so he tossed the other onto it. "Hands and knees, now! Hold on to the footboard."

Normally, Gilbert did not like to be ordered around or commanded like a common whore, but whenever Ludwig said it, he gave in. He gripped the footboard and lifted his ass for Ludwig to see. Gilbert watched as Ludwig climbed onto the bed, boots and all, and kneels behind him. His cock jumped when the large tip of the other pressed against him. This time, the thrust was much smoother and Gilbert grinned, closing his eyes with a sigh. "So fucking good…!" Ludwig gripped his hair again for leverage and started thrusting, rocking the bed beneath them. "Harder!" Gilbert commanded, which was quickly obeyed by the other. His eyes flew open again at the rough pleasure he was receiving from his lover. Each thrust threatened to break his inner muscles, but Gilbert found himself still thrusting back. He wanted to scream out, but keeping his teeth clenched allowed only grunts and rough groans to escape from his throat. Being fully dominated had its perks, and Gilbert found his one hand moving to his cock to stroke it.

Something sharp and cold was suddenly placed against the left side of his neck. Gilbert's eyes opened in shock and slight fear, recognizing it as a dagger blade. Why was Ludwig holding a blade to his neck? Where did the man even get one? "Lu-Ludwig?" His voice was trembling. "W-What are you doing."

"Say you are mine, and only mine."

"I-I'm yours. Ah!" He blade pressed a bit harder into his skin. He felt Ludwig lean over him to whisper in his ear.

"I am tired of being second best to Fredrick. He cannot have you, for he is dead. I am of the living, and I will have you as my own. But you need to show it to me. Prove it to me more."

"H-How?" Gilbert felt a tear slip down his cheek.

"My cock is rock hard and still inside you. I want you to fuck yourself on me while moaning my name. This blade will remain at your neck while you do. I want to hear you say that you are mine, and only mine. I will not be second best! Should any other name come out…" Ludwig trailed off.

This shouldn't have aroused him, but it did. Gilbert gulped a bit, and felt the blade bite softly into his neck. Ludwig needed to be reminded that he loved him. Gilbert did love him, but loved Fredrick a little bit more. But even he knew that time had a way of changing things. Now his cock was throbbing with the need to release. Closing his eyes, he shifted forward slightly, feeling Ludwig sliding out of him. With a moan, he pressed back and felt Ludwig fill him again. The blade tightened at his neck and he quickly said, "Yours." He whispered the word, and continued to rock himself on an off of Ludwig. Even though Ludwig was not moving, his cock struck that pleasurable spot each time. "Ludwig…Ludwig…my Luddy…" His soft mantra grew a bit louder when the blade moved up to press under his jawbone, forcing his head to tilt to the side. "More, Ludwig! Don't stop...!" His was ready to explode from the sensation of the blade…when Ludwig all of a sudden pulled out. "W-What?!" Gilbert was in shock and looked up, but froze when he saw someone peeking out from the secret door. His body froze.

Ludwig remained still, recognizing the person.

'We're dead.' Gilbert whispered to himself. 'We're dead…he saw us. He saw what we were doing. He saw everything!'

"Feli-" Feliciano suddenly ran back into the door and Ludwig jumped up. "FELI! WAIT!"

"YOU KNOW HIM?"

Gilbert was outraged, but watched for a moment as Ludwig fixed himself and ran to the fireplace after the man 'Feli'. Gilbert leapt out of bed, ignored the pain in his backside, and ran to his robe. He quickly put it on and went to grab his sword before going in after the other two.

'I don't care if Ludwig knows him, that man must die! He must die or all will be ruined!'

End Chapter 15 TBC
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