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My Manipulated Misfortune	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for fun. I'm not making any money off of this fanfiction

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
***Warning: Language, yaoi, oral, masturbation, disturbing scenes, bullying

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for fun. I am making no money off of it.

Chapter 5

Relaxation was the only word on Ludwig's mind as he settled into the hot herbal bath of tealeaf and mint. After the long day of endless patients and strange happenings, a hot cloth over his eyes was just what he needed. Sinking down further in the tub, he rests his head on Roderich's bath pillow. The tub was a bit small in length for his legs so his knees remained out of the water. With a wet flop, Ludwig drops the washcloth along his eyes with a heavy sigh. Beside him on the corner of the tub was a bottle of beer, already opened and chilled. Most people, like his roommate, drank wine in the tub. Beer was the one guilty pleasure he would indulge in on occasion.

Soon, he feared, there would be another guilty pleasure rearing its handsome head. The moment his eyes closed behind the washcloth came an image of Gilbert. The feel of those soft lips were kissing away all his scholarly thoughts. Ludwig remembered how forceful he had been with the weaker man when choosing to kiss back. Gilbert did not mind the kiss, but for Ludwig it was as if he broke a taboo. That was his first real kiss and knew that he had failed at it. Gilbert was probably laughing at him.

The fundamentals of sex were obvious enough, yet Ludwig knew there was a completely different world out there dedicated to it. Gilbert had been part of a sex ring so the man had to have done some wild things. Granted it was forced, but if Gilbert was smarter than he in anything, it would be in sex and social skills. Even if he were to take Gilbert up on the offer, he would bore the older man. On one hand, Ludwig had to wonder why he was even thinking about sex when there were exams coming up. Instead of studying Gilbert's body and his own sex drive, he should be focusing on the upcoming test.

'Focus, Ludwig.' No matter how many times he tried to mentally review some of the exam terms, Gilbert's perfectly white body would interrupt. It started to become so frequent that Ludwig actually considered drugging the man and taking notes on the white skin so he could study. 'Or I could just do what nature's says and get it over with. How hard can it be?'

Ludwig wondered the best way to approach the notion of sex. Would he just go in to Gilbert's cell and flip the man over? Does there have to be heavy petting and foreplay or can the deed simply be done as is? Was he to completely undress or just unzip himself? There were too many questions present without a proper guideline, something Ludwig always needed in life. Organization and procedure.

"Do I just ask him what the proper steps are?" Ludwig said aloud. "I cannot just walk in and say, 'let's play proctologist'."

"I would really rather not, but thanks for the offer." Came Roderich's deadpan voice from behind the door.

Ludwig flailed around in the water at the sudden surprising voice. He ripped the washcloth off his face and glared angrily at the door. "I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU!"

"This is the tone I receive for offering to always do the laundry? Honestly Ludwig, you show me such little respect. What on Earth are you doing in there anyway? The conversation with yourself is most disturbing."

Ludwig could practically hear Roderich's frown.

"Please be reminded that you are not the only one who uses the tub to take a bath. Be mindful of what you are doing in there."

Ludwig blushed an angry red. He recalled himself of senior class night in high school what 'senior superlative' he had won. He had won the, 'Most Likely to Smother Their Roommate with a Pillow' superlative. Right now, he was seriously considering it and would pass the murder off as a practice biopsy. Ludwig was always for extra credit.

"I will keep that in mind. Resume your laundry!" Ludwig responded calmly.

"I shall. Keep in mind that you have an exam to study for."

"I am well aware." Ludwig chugged the rest of his beer.

"Then I shall return shortly."

Ludwig waited until he had heard the door close before lounging into the tub once again. He had to replace the washcloth with fresh hot water to cover his face. Silently he cursed his roommate for having incredible hearing. Next, he cursed himself for immediately imagining Gilbert once again behind the washcloth. Even through his annoyance and anger the picture of his patient managed to relax him.

The blonde sighed heavily and slumped further into the water, picturing the albino male in the tub with him. He imagined Gilbert's sly and sultry smile from across the tub before inching closer. Gilbert would slide over and crush their chests together, wrapping slim arms around his neck. Pale pink lips would press against his to slowly and sensually devour him. Ludwig could feel the lithe body beneath his hands as they explored every contour. Gilbert's long body would stretch and moan, moving to lean in with the touch. He did not know what type of sounds Gilbert would make so he could only imagine.

It was not until a hot stirring between his legs did he awaken from the daydream. He sat up to let the washcloth slip off his face and plop into the water. It had been quite a long while since he last had an erection. Unlike the other morning, he now had the privilege of properly taking care of it. Ludwig figured it was just one night and he could let himself go. So with his hand to help him, he closed his eyes and thought of the white beauty in the hospital room.

/

"Where the fuck is he?" Gilbert hissed through his teeth. He was sitting in his wheelchair at a picnic table with Francis and Antonio. It was their groups' day to be outdoors. "He's late."

"I'm sure Dr. McDreamy will be here soon." Francis responded with a smile.

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Oh my god, you are so lame."

"Ah, here he comes! Here he comes!" Antonio said excitedly, turning to face the door where Ludwig had come out.

Francis folded his hands beneath his chin and sighed sweetly. "If my heart wasn't ready to give out in my chest, I would so make him my bitch."

"You'd fuck the Iron Lung if you had the chance." Gilbert smirked, but kept his eyes focused on Ludwig who went over to speak to Kiku. "Now the blind one is going after him."

"Kiku is harmless." Antonio responded.

"Quiet and shy ones like him always sneak under the radar." Gilbert pointed out, crossing his arms.

"He's Japanese. Trust me, he's perverted." Francis said with a laugh.

Antonio smiled happily. "I wouldn't mind Mr. Ludwig giving me a full body exam!"

"Please!" Gilbert scoffed. "One bit of penetration on your end will make your last kidney explode!"

Antonio dropped his face to the table in defeat.

"We need to get out of here." Gilbert said calmly. "We just have to scale a wall and run like hell! Ludwig will help us, I'm sure of it!"

Francis rests his cheek his palm and looked over skeptically at his friend. "You always say this. Have you any thought of the flaws that come with that plan?"

"Such as?" Gilbert raised a brow.

"The three of us and the others trying to escape? It would be more embarrassing than anything. My heart would give out for one. Antonio will pee himself, you'll trip on your I.V. cord, Ivan would hop in a circle, Kiku would run into the wall, Arthur would-"

"I see your point!" Gilbert hissed at him. "So I will reevaluate my plans then." He looked at Ludwig. "At least he's here…" Gilbert smiled.

"Don't you find it funny that you both share the same last name?" Antonio asked Gilbert. "How rare is that?"

"It's a common name." Gilbert answered. "It's just coincidence, that's all."

"But you two look alike in some ways. Your faces have the same bone structure." Antonio was looking at Ludwig.

"Antonio has a point." Francis pointed out. "It's a possibility you're related. You were in an orphanage for your entire life, so maybe he's a long lost relative."

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Or maybe it's just a coincidence! It doesn't matter. I'm getting him to fuck me either way. So, keep your distance boys! That one's mine!"

"And he's coming this way!" Francis said and sat up straight, trying not to look conspicuous.

Gilbert just grinned as he watched the tall blonde man come up to their table.

"Good morning to you all." Ludwig said professionally. "How are you three today?" His blue eyes looked to Gilbert in particular.

"I peed a lot this morning!" Antonio answered.

"I threw up." Was Gilbert's matching reply.

"And I'm just busy being beautiful."

Ludwig's brow twitched. "I see. Other than those…issues…is there anything brothering you?"

"We're all fit as fiddles today!" Gilbert said with a grin.

"That is good to hear." Ludwig responded. "I must visit the other patients inside now. Gilbert, I will return to your room with a few rehabilitation ideas for your ankles. They are some you can start doing all by yourself. The other doctors do not need to know."

"I'll be waiting for you, then." Gilbert winked at him, but Ludwig held his composure.

"See you shortly." Ludwig bid them all a short 'goodbye' before heading back into the building.

/

The way these orderlies and nurses were handling patients started to disgust him further. While walking by Yao's room in the Red Apple Hall, the small Chinese man was struggling with the orderly. A male nurse was attempting to give him a shot of some type. Ludwig could see all this through the window, even the part where another male nurse came up behind Yao with an air horn. The man blew the air horn next to Yao's right ear making the man scream in agony and fall to the floor, holding his ear. The men inside were getting amusement out of their joke, but the nurse with the needle took the moment of humor to inject Yao.

Ludwig had to force himself to continue walking away. As much as he wanted to defend the helpless man and confront the nurses, he was still just an intern. Chances are they would laugh at him or simply say he misunderstood what he had seen.

Up ahead of him was another male nurse knocking on a room door. A female nurse held a tray of food behind him. Ludwig heard the man say Ivan's name, so he waited for both to be in the room before walking over. He peeked in the window to see the large man in a straight jacket sitting on the bed. Ludwig knew it was to keep Ivan from accidently hurting himself or doing something ridiculously dangerous and childish. The man was rubbing Ivan's hair while the woman scooped some pudding onto a spoon.

"Come on, Ivan." She coaxed him softly. "It's your favorite type, vanilla."

Ludwig saw Ivan smile and stand up, walking over to the nurse. Instead of feeding it to him, she started to lead him around the room like a dog following a treat. Ivan of course, had no clue the cruelty is intentional, for he was giggling with delight. Ludwig assumed Ivan thought it was a game of some sort.

What made his skin crawl was when the nurse purposefully dropped the spoonful of vanilla pudding onto the floor. Ivan dived down, wiggling like a worm to get to it and eat happily. The male nurse could not contain his laughter, and Ivan laughed with him. The male went over and helped Ivan to stand, bringing the Russian over to the bed once again. Ludwig bit his tongue and stormed away from the door.

He could not be silent any longer on these inhumane treatments of patients. Ludwig would not verbally attack Dr. Carty in any way, but simply voice his concerns in question form. That way, he would come off as more of an interning student and not a 'champion of justice'. If not for his career choice, Ludwig began to feel as if he belonged here playing the 'good' doctor. These patients needed him as a support system, someone they can trust. If it is allowed, and Ludwig was going to ask, he would like to be the 'general practice' interning doctor at VOX.

It was worth a try at least.

/

"Calling…Dr. Carty." Ludwig said to himself while at his office desk. He had read the computer instruction booklet to learn how to do voice calling on the company network. Currently, Dr. Carty's phone, or computer, was ringing. He tapped his fingers with slight impatience. Glancing at his watch, he realized that he was supposed to meet Gilbert soon. "Shit."

'Dr. Carty's office, how may I direct your call?' Came a woman's voice from the messenger screen.

"Yes, hello. This is Mr. Ludwig Beilschmidt. I would like to speak to Dr. Carty as soon as possible."

'What is this concerning?'

"There are some very important questions and concerns that I would like to express. It is about some issues going on within VOX Corp."

'Just a moment, please. I will transfer your call to Dr. Carty. Please hold.'

'If he is abroad then why is he in an organized office? Just how may places can this man work? Maybe he is not a computer program after all.'

'Good evening, Ludwig! You just happened to catch me a few minutes before I leave for the evening. What are your questions or concerns?'

"Dr. Carty, I have some concerns regarding your nursing staff. From my few days of working here, I tend to observe nurses and orderlies deliberately being cruel towards patients. Not in a medical sense, mind you. Some of it seems to be along the lines of plain bullying."

'Oh, yes, I understand and appreciate your concerns. This is not the first time that so called 'bullying' has been brought to my attention. Try to understand that these people work very closely with the patients, and like any other care giving job the workers tend to become annoyed with those in their care. They try to find outlets, which can be considering bullying.'

Ludwig frowned. "I do not think that is a valid excuse for there behavior, sir."

'I completely agree you. I am simply pointing out the basic nature of a human. Have no fear though, Ludwig. I will send out a mass email to the staff reminding them of their professional duties. If it continues to persist then I will have to send over an investigator to see what is going on.'

"Thank you, sir. I am only speaking out for the well-being of our patients. After all, we are doctors striving to help these people."

'Absolutely. However, in our profession we see and perform many horrible things on a daily basis. This is not a place for warm hearts. We work alongside the Devil to try to save mankind and eradicate suffering. I ask you to harden your heart, Ludwig Beilschmidt. Some things may appear cruel now, but in the long run just think of how many lives we will save.'

Ludwig nodded to himself. "I understand, sir. I do have one more question for you. Rather, it is a request."

'Ask.'

"Along with my internship, may I also practice basic medicine? I wish to help the minor aliments that affect our patients, such as flues or sore throats. I have a medical supply bag I can use. May I do so?"

'I see no reason to deny you. You are here to learn after all. Your credentials and records are more than we could ask for! Please do so. I will give you my permission. I hope I have helped you in some way?'

"You have. Thank you for your time, sir."

'Keep sending me your reports. And Ludwig, once again, I ask you to harden your heart. You will have to come up against some things you may find unnerving or difficult to handle. If you wish to be a wonderfully knowledgeable and skilled doctor then you must conquer your personal humanity.'

"I understand. Good evening, sir. Thank you once again."

'It is no issue at all. Goodnight, Ludwig.'

/

In a secret part of the cooperation, Dr. Carty clicked off the messenger call and shut his laptop. He folded his fingers and looked to the masked Dr. Sweets and Dr. Winlow.

"So what are we going to do with him?" Asked Winlow. "I sense he is a troublemaker."

"I think the opposite." Dr. Carty responded to Winlow's opinion. "Our patients need an angel of mercy. It is important that they have a least one person they can trust. Giving them hope makes them stronger, and we need that. The less patients we have to dispose of and find new is nerve-wracking."

The masked Dr. Sweets stepped forward, standing before Carty's desk. "It isn't right. He is a soft person underneath those stern features. He has taken an interest in our Gilbert, and the albino likes him as well."

"That is no concern of ours. Let Gilbert fawn over Ludwig. I think it will prove to be a quite interesting development." Carty smirked. "I believe we may have a new test subject."

"You mean Ludwig?" Winlow asked, blinking.

"Precisely!" He drummed his fingers on the desk. "There is an interesting story between those two, but it is only for my eyes. That is all you need to know. Now, let Ludwig be an angel to them. I have some interesting plans for our new intern." He smirked.

/

Before he made his way to Gilbert's, Ludwig wanted to stop by Arthur's cell. He had made a quick trip to Roderich's lab, having his roommate give him a few vitamin, fever reducer, and antibiotics. It was all Ludwig could get at his status level, but it would do wonders for Matthew. However, when he approached Arthur's cell, there was some heavy ruckus going on. All Ludwig could hear was Arthur's grunting screams and the boys crying.

Ludwig watched as a female nurse rushed out with Matthew in her arms while three orderlies fought off Arthur. The man was reaching for Matthew, angry tears pouring down his pale cheeks. One orderly fisted his hand to land Arthur a punch across the jaw. The other orderly kicked the patient back inside and the third locked the door. Arthur's heavy pounding on the door echoed in the hall.

Ludwig immediately approached the four people. "Where are you taking this boy?"

"I'm afraid little Matthew will not last much longer." Said the woman. "It is time he is laid to rest."

Blue eyes widened in shock before turning dangerously stern. "Give me the child."

An orderly stepped forward. "Listen, little boy, we have our orders! The kid goes!"

"And I have MY orders from Dr. Carty himself. I am allowed to practice general medicine. This child has nothing more than a bad case of the flu, which has gone untreated for a long while. I can heal this boy. Now give him to me so that I may return him to the father and work to heal. To kill an innocent child over something as simple as the flu is barbaric, even primitive. Shame on all of you." He ripped the small boy from her arms.

"But…but sir-" She tried to talk but Ludwig cut her off.

"We are finished here. Matthew Kirkland is now in my care." Ludwig pushed through the group and stood before Arthur's door. He knocked loudly. "Arthur! This is Ludwig. I have your son, Matthew, with me. He is safe from the others. I have medicine to give that will help him to heal. I need you to calmly step away from the door so that I may properly enter." He looked in the window to see Arthur take a few steps back. With the keycard, he unlocked the door.

Arthur looked at Matthew in Ludwig's arms and reached for him. Ludwig handed the boy over to his father, who cuddled the small child close. Alfred ran over and reached his hands up, motioning for his bother.

"I need to treat him immediately, Mr. Kirkland. You may continue to hold him as I do so."

Arthur looked at Ludwig with a nod before taking his seat on the bed. Alfred leapt up to sit beside his father and brother. From his lab coat pockets, Ludwig pulled out two needled and a baggie with some pills.

"How is Matthew with shots?" Ludwig asked and pulled up a chair to sit before Arthur. Arthur just nodded to him. "Very well. This first shot I am giving is an antibiotic to fight the virus." He uncapped the needle and with easy gave the shot to Matthew, who only made a little cry. Arthur rubbed the spot of the shot. "The next is a fever reducer so we can get his body temperature down." Ludwig administered the final shot, which Matthew did not feel.

"Is dat candy?" Alfred asked, pointing to the bag of pills on Ludwig's lap.

"No, these are absolutely NOT candy." Ludwig frowned at the boy and Arthur gently bopped his son on the head. "Arthur, these four white pills you see are simple Tylenol to help keep his fever down. Make sure Matthew takes them every four hours. The liquid is much stronger so I would suggest not starting them until tomorrow. The rest are multivitamins. I fear we do not have any children's vitamins on hand so these may upset his stomach at times. I made sure to get the lowest amount that I could."

Arthur nodded, staring at Matthew in his arms.

"I will come by before I leave to check on him. No one will take him away now, I promise you." Ludwig watched while Arthur bent down to Alfred and whispered in the boy's ear.

Alfred smiled. "Daddy says 'tank you' for helping Mattie!"

Ludwig stood up. "You are quite welcome." He took a moment to cup Arthur's face to look at the bruise on the man's cheek. "This will heal. You will be fine. Good day to you."

"Bye bye!" Alfred waved to him.

Ludwig left the cell and proceeded to Gilbert's room, his feet traveling quickly. He was unsure of what was going to happen in that room, but it did not make him any less curious. Ludwig wondered if rehabilitation was all they were going to do. Between the kiss and his bathtub experience yesterday, Ludwig was uncertain of how he would react should Gilbert make a move.

"Trial and error." He told himself before swiping his key card. The door opened and he entered, seeing the white form peacefully lying on the bed. 'Gilbert?' He spoke in German.

'There you are!' Gilbert turned his head towards Ludwig. 'I was starting to get worried.'

'Hm. I have a few exercises for your ankles that will help you on the road to recovery. I am certain you will be standing and walking by yourself shortly.'

'That's awesome! Then I'll be able to do all sorts of wicked things to you!' Gilbert sat up in the bed and smirked at Ludwig. 'So what are these exercises?'

Ludwig cleared his throat. 'They are simple. I shall demonstrate.' He sat at the end of the bed and placed Gilbert's left ankle in his lap. 'I would like for you to gently lift your foot up and down, five times for each. Simple enough. Then, I would like for you bend them side-to-side, five times each. We are starting small.'

Gilbert smiled. 'Sounds good. Now, on to better things.'

'Better things?'

Gilbert maneuvered onto his hands and knees to nuzzle Ludwig's arm. 'I am sorry for being so forward yesterday. You are a first timer, so we should start off slow.' He smirked at Ludwig's faint blush. 'You've been so good to me and all my friends…I want to make you feel good as well.' He began to slide himself to the white floor. 'Ever have a blowjob?'

Ludwig did not respond.

'The process of putting one's cock into the oral cavity of another?' Gilbert chuckled at his own textbook definition and Ludwig's angry huff.

'I am well aware of what a 'blowjob' is. Be mindful of your I.V.'s.'

Gilbert wiggled himself between Ludwig's knees and looked up at him. 'Is there a textbook Latin term for it?'

'No need to be a wise ass.'

Gilbert wiggled his white brows, slowly stroking Ludwig's thighs. 'Mmm…you have been deprived. I can smell your arousal from here and your 'phallus' is making a tent in your pants.'

Ludwig gulped, watching as pale fingers began to loosen his belt.

'Don't be scared. I promise it will feel really good.' Gilbert unbuttoned the pants and pulled down the zipper. 'You'll ask me to thank you like this all the time.'

'This…act…does not seem to fill any real purpose.' Ludwig felt the beads of sweat tickling the corners of his forehead.

Gilbert nuzzled the growing erection with a purr. 'Trust me, you'll come to a conclusion when I'm finished.' He slipped down the front of Ludwig's underwear to let the still growing erection spring free. 'Oh…where have you been all my life?'

Ludwig had to look away.

'To have hidden this for so long,' Gilbert stared at the rock hard length, licking his lips. 'Is a sin against everything pleasurable. For shame, sir.'

'I…am not sure of what you mean.' Ludwig shivered when he felt Gilbert's lips resting against his member.

'Look how big it is! You have a gift and been hiding it all these years! I will be the first to experience it…my lucky day!'

Ludwig turned his head back to look down at Gilbert between his legs. He felt the need to moan when pink lips kissed the tip of his erection, as well as a few other spots. The pale hands were cold against his heated skin, but not at all unpleasant. Gilbert's right hand wrapped around his length and squeezed gently. Ludwig felt his lower muscles tighten at the pressure, and even more so when the hand began stroking. He briefly concerned himself with Gilbert's hand for it was the one with the I.V. needle in it. The movements of Gilbert's hand did not seem to pain the man in any way.

'Doesn't this feel good?' Gilbert asked him.

'It is…interesting.' Ludwig responded.

'Trust me, it gets better.'

Gilbert flicked his tongue out to give the darkened tip a lick, making Ludwig squirm in pleasure and slight surprise. Blue eyes stared intently at the pink tongue, which was now licking the underside of his erection. Gilbert's tongue was warm and smooth, the wet muscle pleasantly massaging him. Ludwig closed his eyes and tilted his head back at the sensation. The strange act was both exciting and relaxing to him.

What came next nearly had his reflexes kick Gilbert across the room. The man's soft lips cupped the tip and sucked the head gently. The tiny flicking of the tip with a tongue sent a heavy shiver down his back. If that feeling was not enough, the warm mouth proceeded to suck him in further. Ludwig could not believe that his length actually fit into Gilbert's mouth, yet the man was somehow managing to do it.

The velvety warmth of Gilbert's mouth made a pleasured moan escape from his throat. Just the heat from the other's mouth and the stroking of the tongue set every nerve ablaze with searing pleasure. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. It could not even compare with his hand. The urge to thrust further into Gilbert's mouth washed over him and with little control; his fingers gripped the soft white hair.

Gilbert felt the strong fingers tangle in his strands to force his head deeper onto Ludwig's cock. He did not mind the forceful shove for it only proved that Ludwig was indeed enjoying this. Gilbert took the massive length deeper into his mouth, allowing the tip to poke the back of his throat. Holding Ludwig's hips, Gilbert tilted his head to better ease the entry into his throat, passing the gag reflex. He felt Ludwig give a shuddering moan so he hummed in the back of his throat. The vibrations from the humming had Ludwig's muscles jerking in delight beneath him.

Gilbert pulled back a bit so he could begin with the sucking. He simply wanted Ludwig to get used to being in his mouth. Wrapping his fist around the base, Gilbert began to bob his head on the engorged length, allowing his hand to rotate the thick muscle. Ludwig was moaning above him now, arching narrow hips forward to meet the thrusts. Gilbert felt the fingers twisting in his hair so he rests his hands back onto Ludwig's hips. He allowed the man control of movement. Gilbert groaned and purred as Ludwig forced his head up and down along the length, stopping only at the back of his throat before pulling out. The action did not bother Gilbert in the slightest; he wanted Ludwig to enjoy the pleasure he was happy to give. Gilbert was receiving back just as much.

'Gilbert…I'm going to…' Ludwig panted out the words, but was unable to say the rest. He continued to grip the soft strands and move himself at the right speed. Gilbert's wet heat and moans were sending him over the edge. Never in his life did he think anything could feel like this. He took the opportunity to look down at the beautiful creature taking in his cock. The fact that he could lose control so easily over an essentially ridiculous act was mind blowing.

The familiar feel of orgasm began to rise within him, slowly building up to the breaking point. Gilbert was still sucking in his length so Ludwig had to hold the man's head still when he felt orgasm hit. Ludwig leaned forward into Gilbert's mouth to shove himself down the back of the velvety throat. With a heavy shudder, he felt himself explode inside of Gilbert's mouth, his essence pouring down the other's throat. The throat muscles clenched around his tip as the other swallowed what was offer and a mini aftershock followed, forcing him to ejaculate again. He could feel his heart racing and his body temperature rising with the afterglow of his first oral orgasm. Ludwig moaned when the soft heat left his now limp erection.

Gilbert coughed a few times as the salty hot liquid coaxed his throat. The cum was sticky inside of his mouth and he had to open to let in a much needed gulp of air. He saw blue eyes staring down at him and Gilbert let his tongue lick at the cum dripping from the corners of his mouth. 'Like what you see?' He asked, his voice a bit strained.

'Does that…bother you?' Ludwig asked the question with shallow breaths.

'Not at all!' Gilbert smacked his lips together and swallowed the remaining essence on his tongue. 'It's fucking delicious, and better than oatmeal.' He smiled and nuzzled the limp erection. 'How was it?'

'It was…astonishing. Far better than I could have thought or imagined.' Ludwig stroked the soft hair as Gilbert rests his head on his lap.

'See? Not everything can be found in a book. First hand experience is the best, don't you agree?'

'Yes, I do.' He sighed, tilting his head back as his body was still riding out the waves of orgasm.

'Let's move on then to the even better part!' Gilbert grinned up into the stern, flushed face. 'You'll be the biggest cock I've ever had inside of me and hot damn am I looking forward to it! I can't wait to be properly satisfied…and it will be with someone I like!' He wrapped his arms around Ludwig's waist and pressed his cheek into the clothed belly.

'I…am still not ready for that, Gilbert.' Ludwig carefully pushed him away, mindful of the I.V.'s. 'I simply can not go that far…' He lifted the other into the bed and stood up, fixing himself.

Gilbert looked at him miserably. 'Why not? I am offering myself to you, Ludwig.'

'Yes, I understand that.' He fixed one of the I.V.'s. 'From a medical viewpoint, your body is not healthy enough for sex. What if I were to accidentally pop out one of your I.V.'s? They help to keep you alive.' Ludwig covered him. 'I also outweigh you tremendously in both weight and muscle. Your skin bruises easily. If I am too rough, I may bruise you. Your skin is so thin that a heavy bruise could stretch and break it. I am only thinking of your well-being, Gilbert.'

Gilbert's pink eyes looked at him through white lashes and Ludwig felt his heart skip a beat. 'I won't break, Ludwig. For God's sake, the fucking HORRORS I've been through while being here are far greater than you fucking me! There are other ways of-'

'Please settle down. I understand but…I simply cannot do such a thing when you are still in such bad shape. It is unethical and goes against my conscience.'

Gilbert turned his head away from him. 'So…you obviously care for me if you are this concerned with my health.'

'I…' Ludwig was at a loss for words. 'I will be honest. I do not know what I feel, Gilbert. I have never been in such a situation before nor have I ever been…particularly social. This is all new to me so…I ask that you forgive me at this time. What we did was an experience I would like to have again with you.

'Yeah…I forgive you.' Gilbert closed his eyes. 'I'm tired…that was a lot of work with your size.'

'Oh, I see.'

There was silence between them.

'I will let you rest. Good day, Gilbert.'

'See ya.'

Gilbert could feel Ludwig staring at his back but he made no movement to turn and face him. He could hear the shoes clicking against the floor as the other left the room. Pink eyes opened as they began to fill with tears. What Ludwig had told him held true and while the rejection pained him, Gilbert could not help but feel appreciated. He looked up at his I.V.'s, silently cursing them. His bandages started to itch and he cursed them as well. At least he knew that his maimed body did not disgust Ludwig. Gilbert looked closely at the white skin on his hand, easily making out the pale blue lines of his veins. More than ever the sight of his own body disgusted him.

/

'I have hurt him.' Ludwig said to himself as he stood beside the door of Gilbert's cell. 'It may have been only words but they pained him. I must stay true to my beliefs…even if my body says otherwise.' He could still feel Gilbert's mouth around him and he gave a soft moan.

"Mr. Ludwig!"

Ludwig opened his eyes at the call of his name. "Yes?" It was Dr. Winlow.

"Sorry, did I frighten you?" Winlow asked with an amused smile.

"A bit. I was in deep thought." He cleared his throat. "I have an exam coming up soon so I was running through some terms in my head."

"Star student!" The man smiled and held out a folder. "I hate to have to give you more work to do, but I'm afraid it is doctor's orders. Dr. Carty's, that is."

Ludwig took the file. "What does it contain?"

"You are going to be present to observe and aide Dr. Hartman during a minor surgery."

Ludwig was pleased at the opportunity. "I am eager and willing to learn. I have read that Dr. Hartman is a very skilled surgeon."

Winlow smiled. "Oh, he is. One of the best. I hope you're not bothered by the patient, though."

"Who is it?" Ludwig opened the file and froze when he saw Gilbert's profile picture.

"Well, we know how fond Gilbert is of you and we think it will make the surgery much easier for him if you are there. That way, we won't have to keep holding him down and using needles. Don't worry, Dr. Hartman always uses anesthesia for his surgeries. We just have a hard time keeping Gilbert controlled. With you there, the man may be more relaxed."

Ludwig just nodded, still staring at the photo.

"You go in at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late." Winlow slapped him on the back before leaving Ludwig alone in the hall.

Ludwig was afraid to turn the page of the file; fearful of what kind of surgery VOX had planned for the albino. Ludwig wondered if he would even be able to go through with it. Holding his breath, he turned the page of the file.

End Chapter 5 TBC

***I'm an evil little cliffhanger bunny, aren't I? –runs to hide- ***
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