Title: Breathe

Author: Mrpointyhorns aka Blemery

Rating: R

Status: Complete

Pairings: Liam/OC, Wilhelm/OC, ALMOST Liam/Wilhelm

Warnings: Slash, I did not write in an accent. I would screw it up! But do people really hear their own accents?

Spoilers: None

Summary: Liam needs something only Wilhelm can give him.

A/N: Third One-shot after Beginnings. Order isn't crucial!

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by someone else. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Breathe


Heavy.

Liam rocked his hips heavily against the girl beneath him. Her name was Mary and she was a few years older than he was. She wouldn't be in a place like this if her father was still alive.

She was great. Beautiful pale skin red hair. She had the best tits. Wilhelm always talked about them. She was a great lay too.

Still nothing about her ever made him come. He was use to it by now, the need to come was great, but he wouldn't finish unless he felt connected to Wilhelm. He stopped thinking about what that meant a long time ago.

Wilhelm was with Polly against the only other piece of furniture in the room, the wardrobe. Liam couldn't see him, but he could hear the slide of the furniture against the wall as it rocked. Polly was whimpering.

Liam knew he couldn't look at Wilhelm from this angle; he might be able to see Polly, but not his friend. There was still something that could get him off though. Liam closed his eyes. He focused his hearing. First, he centered his sense of hearing to his own breathe first. The girls were making too much noise for him to hear their breathe, but once he heard his own over their cries and moans, he was able to hear the other little sounds. Laughter from the bar, wind from the window. He focused his hearing behind him, towards the wardrobe. Ah, Wilhelm's breathe. He knew it was his, not just because Polly was shouting, but because he had heard it so many times before. Even heavy like it was Liam recognized it. The rhythm was nearly the same as if they'd been running in the streets or in the fields. Wilhelm breathe when it was heavy always wheezed just a little.

Wilhelm told him before that as a child he was always very sick. The doctors said his lungs weren't developed like the other kids and so he was always stopped from running and playing. Almost all of his siblings were born with weak lungs. Out of all of his brothers and sisters that were born alive, only two sisters and one brother made it to fourteen. His brother had died at nineteen while working with his father. That's why his family sent him to work with his Uncle. His father and mother just couldn't let him work at anything heavy even if Wilhelm was much stronger then he was when he was a child.

Liam listened to that sound. It went straight to his cock. He felt that connection. It meant more then sex or gambling. Liam craved it. He begged for when he was dreaming. That's when Liam came. His cry too loud for him to hear anything else. When his hearing came back he wasn't sure if he heard Wilhelm breath his name or not.