Countdown2000 Sweetheart: PROLOGUE
The window is slightly open, wind playing with the thin, white curtains. In the bedroom, the digital clock on the shelf shows 23:48. The sound of water running in the shower is the only noise ghosting in the apartment apart from the monotonous, persistent murmur of traffic on the lively even at night avenue a few blocks away.
The blonde man on the bed sighs, and turns the page of the paperback he is reading. He glances at the clock and shifts, seeking a more comfortable position on his spot in the heap of soft pillows. His reading glasses are slightly slipping down the bridge of his nose.
In the shower, a young man turns off the water. He grabs a white-and-black striped towel from the top of the washing machine that sits in the corner of the not-so-spacious, but comfortable bathing room.
Slowly, he dries his hair, staring at his own reflection in the mirror above the sink, then lets his towel-holding hand slip lowed, drying his face, neck, chest. The lighting makes his snowy hair look yellowish. He wipes the droplets of water from his chest, enjoying the sensation of rough fibers against his flushed and sensitive skin. A perverted smirk begins to ghost on his lips when he runs the towel over his left nipple for the second time. He pauses and waggles his eyebrows at the reflection of his self in the mirror. However, as he does so, some unrecognizable emotion flashes at the back of his ruby orbs, and the corners of his lips twitch, as if about to turn down, but then he flashes a bright smile and bends down to dry his legs.
00:03 on the display of the clock in the bedroom.
The man on the bed looks up from his book at the sound of soft footsteps. His eyes travel slowly up to the albino man's face, who is leaning casually against the doorway, a can of beer in one hand, and the other tracing slowly invisible, hypnotizing patterns on his collarbones and bare chest. Their eyes lock; ruby versus azure. The red-eyed man steps closer, leaving his post in the doorway behind.
"Hmm? What is that thing you're reading?" he murmurs, almost to himself. The can is put on the bedside table as he crawls in the bed.
"A book?" the bigger, blue-eyed male suggests, his frown only half-annoyed.
"Is that so? Couldn't have ever guessed…" the albino smirks. "If that's the case, it seems the awesome me is just in time to save you from a boring night."
"Gilbert," the blonde grunts warningly as the said male snatches the book from his hands.
"Aw, Luddy, finally a night off and your bed partner is a book? That's just too unawesome, don't you think so~?" he throws the tome over his shoulder in a theatrical gesture. It lands on the floor with a rustling thud, and the blue-eyed blonde quickly takes off his glasses, fearing they'd share the book's fate.
"Besides," Gilbert continues leaning closer, now practically sitting on his partner's lap. "I'm horny and so are you and you know it," he murmurs, his hot breath tickling the bigger male's ear. He begins to plant soft kisses on his cheek, heading to wards his lips.
"Mm… I told you to get dressed properly after you take a shower… You'll end up catching a cold agaimph," the younger man, Ludwig, mumbles, before Gilbert captures his lips with his own.
The albino pulls away. "But it was totally hot to have you nurse me," he smirks, and before Ludwig has time to comment on that, kisses him again, this time more heatedly.
Lips locked together, hands roaming all over each other, they roll over, Ludwig coming to be on top now. He captures his lover's hands and holds them against the bed, fingers entwining. After a moment, he pulls away to look at the man under him.
"Just what should I do with you?" he asks, even though he knows how cliché the question sounds.
"Mmnh… put your glasses on and be like, 'Weilschmidt! Have you done your homework? Come show your teacher!'" A lewd waggle of eyebrows.
Ludwig, who did not expect an answer to his rhetorical question, frowns and shakes his head, amused. "And you're supposed to be older than me?"
"Oh, of course I can be the teacher if you want me to!"
"You and your weird games…"
"And you love them. And mmpfh… ahh…"
At 06:15 the yellow, chick-shaped alarm clock on the night table goes off. But the blond, blue-eyed man is already lying awake, staring in surprise at the empty spot where his lover should be sleeping, dreaming of beer or wurst or a chicken farm or him, Ludwig, wearing glasses or whatever it is that the albino normally dreams about.
However, Gilbert's spot on the bed is and remains empty, and a delicious scent of hot breakfast is slowly making its way from the kitchen to the bedroom, and Ludwig cannot help wondering if Hell has frozen over.
When he makes it to the kitchen, he is greeted by a huge plate loaded with still sizzling wurst and fried eggs and crispy triangles of toast and on the table, there's freshly brewed coffee. Upon closed examination he confirms for himself that yes, the hand holding the plate indeed is connected to his lover's body.
"Gilbert," he gasps. "You can cook? Are you out of your mind?"
The albino shrugs, smiling. "Good morning to you too, Luddy!"
Ludwig shakes his head as he slowly sits down at the kitchen table, his eyes watching his lover carefully. "You didn't call for a takeout, did you?"
06:43 on the clock.
The door of the apartment slams shut with a loud bang. Their steps echo in the staircase, as the couple rushes down, Ludwig fixing his tie and looking at the watch simultaneously.
"Shit, we're gonna be late!"
"Whose fault do you think that is?"
"Yours. For looking so irresistible. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining when I…"
"Shut it."
"Ha ha! You're blushing!"
In the morning rush, the two of them do not stand out – two young men in suits. Probably some office workers, just graduated from some university: hot'n'fresh. Doesn't really matter.
Downtown office buildings glisten glassily, bathing in the rays of the morning sun. It seems that the two young Germans are heading for the nearly-skyscrapers, the one belonging to some software company. However, the pair passes the main entrance, and turns around the corner.
As Ludwig and Gilbert enter one of the side doors that are normally used only by cleaners, the digital clock in their bedroom back at their apartment blinks, and 06:58 becomes 06:59. Instead of a staircase, they step into a hall with lifts both on their right and left.
Gilbert steps on his shoelaces that came undone unnoticed in the rush, and trips over. Ludwig takes a few more quick steps before he notices that his companion has fallen behind and turns around.
"Gilbert, what are you…"
The blue digits on the clock in the bedroom blink and display 07:00.
Simultaneously, doors of the second lift cabin to the right behind Ludwig's back slide open.
And it's like the gates of hell are opened at that moment. The explosion swipes Ludwig off his feet. Gilbert's face with terror painted across it is the last thing he sees.
A/N: Umh... prologue? I hate using present tense, actually... Hence, the actual chapters will not be written in present time... It's just that the prologue needed it. ; 3 ; First time writing fanfiction... This story is being written purely for my own amusement (?) and for the sake of practice... my English is crappy... ; A ;