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A final moan of ecstasy escaped Elizaveta's lips before she fell on top of the body below her. Both bodies wrapped around each other as each tried to catch their breath. Looking up, she stared into the eyes of not violet, but a deep red instead. She pulled away from him and sat up on the edge of the bed.

"You have to go, Roderich will be home soon." She said and began pulling on her shirt that was now wrinkled from being carelessly tossed onto the ground.

Gilbert watched as she went over to the mirror and tried to fix her hair. His lips drew back into a smirk and he sat up,

"Why don't you come back over here?" His voice was a seductive murmur, just enough to make anyone want to comply, "You've done it so many times before, I'll bet he's caught on already, anyway."

Elizaveta stopped combing her hair and looked down at her hands. Her eyes traveled over the ring on her finger. Promise. She had made a promise. And yet, here she was breaking that promise every time. But it was just what Gilbert wanted. He was into stuff like that. Getting a married woman to betray her husband. It was like his secret fantasy or something. She stole a glance at him from the mirror and swallowed as she glanced at the muscles on his body, looking as if they were etched into marble. What she would do to just run her hands over his stomach one more time—but she couldn't. She closed her eyes and looked away. She was married to someone! She couldn't do something like that. And yet she took another glance, staring at him wearing only a pair of ripped jeans and no shirt. It was so…tempting. He walked over to her and leaned in close to her ear.

"You know where to find me when you want to 'talk' again." He whispered into her ear and she turned toward him. For just a moment, there was silence as they looked into each other's eyes. He then reached out and took a strand of her hair into his fingers and pulled at it lightly, before letting it fall back into place. Hungary stared wordlessly as he walked out the door, and closed it behind him.

"This…this will never happen again." She said to herself and gripped the edges of the bed sheets and pulled them off the bed in one motion. No matter how many times she told herself that, it would still be a lie. She knew it too.

Gilbert laid down on the couch, his feet propped up as he switched lazily through the channels. Sighing, he turned off the TV, and threw the remote onto the chair opposite of him. Nothing to do, nothing to do. It was becoming a daily routine. That is until the familiar feeling of his phone vibrating jarred his routine out of proportion.

"Yeah?" He said lazily, not even bothering to see who it was on the other end.

"Gilbert?"

Gilbert's lips pulled up at the edges as he recognized the voice. Maybe his day wasn't going to be so boring after all.

"Yeah, that's me."

There was silence on the other end for a moment, a hesitation it seemed. But then the voice came again.

"I want to see you."

Gilbert stood in the shadows, watching the figure in front of him move throughout the room.

"I thought you couldn't see me anymore."

The other person stopped and looked at him. Gilbert's cold smile never faltered.

"You called me because you couldn't see the other guy?"

"Shut up."

Gilbert walked over until he was standing right before the person.

"Hey Roddy," Gilbert said as he leaned over, placing a hand onto the wall, causing Roderich to be trapped, "What would you do if Eliza found out?"

Roderich stiffened and Gilbert used his free hand to run the back of it against his cheek. Silence met his words.

"You are so unfaithful." Gilbert continued, his hand now traveling down Roderich's body until it was resting on his inner thigh. "Think about it. How devastated she would be…"

But Roderich was barely listening. His breathing hitched and was sped up. In the dark, Gilbert could see his eyes flash with lust and he reached up to grab Gilbert's other hand that was on the wall by the wrist. Gilbert leaned in closer until his mouth was just inches from his ear. "Or maybe you just don't care?"

And then fiercely, he was hungrily biting at Roderich's neck. Tilting his head back until it was resting against the wall, he let out a harsh sigh when he was met by the full onslaught. He was married…he couldn't do this…and yet, this would be the last time, Roderich promised himself hazily.

Gilbert looked at Elizaveta's sleeping form. Her hands just barely visible from under the blankets were loosely curled into fists. Her back was turned away from Gilbert, but he could almost imagine her face. Her mouth only slightly open, her breath coming out would be barely audible. Her hair would be blowing gently in the wind from the open window. The bed sheets were rumpled and tossed aside, the pillow on the empty side still indented by the shape of his head.

As he buttoned his shirt, he pulled out a piece of paper and left it to flutter down onto the empty side of the bed next to her sleeping form.

What would you do if Roderich found out?

He didn't even bother to leave a signature; she would know who it was from.

Closing the door behind him, he knew exactly what he was. A culprit, a suspect. He was guilty as charged. And yet, this was like a game to him. His phone vibrated in his back pocket and he answered it without checking the ID.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you?"

Gilbert's cold, humorless smile could not be wiped off. He may be guilty, but he wasn't the only one. One day he would sit back and watch the whole fiasco when everything would be revealed and leave the people to wonder, who was the most guilty of them all?

Gilbert is one lucky bastard. If you didn't guess who the caller was at the end, it's Roderich.