Don't Cry For Me, I'm Already Dead

by Rayella-San

FULL SUMMARY INSIDE. After his older brother dies, Feliciano Vargas lives off of the money as being a prostitute on the streets of Berlin, Germany. When he meets his best clients younger brother, Ludwig Beilschmidt, fate works its magic, seeing as how Ludwig is an FBI profiler. I swear, there's a happy ending XD Rated M for adult situations

1. Chapter 1

After his older brother dies, Feliciano tries desperately to survive as a prostitute on the streets on Berlin, Germany. His most trustworthy, Gilbert Beilschmidt, has offered him a deal. If Feliciano pretends to be his boyfriend while Gilbert's FBI profiler brother Ludwig is home from a case in France, he'll pay him lots of money. As every string of fate unravels, Feliciano realizes he can't resist him. The same for Ludwig. Both struggle to survive with their feelings, but maybe Feliciano was just a toy for destiny to torture.

PROLOUGE

"S-stop it! P-please!" Lovino Vargas cried out for the back seat of his black convertible. He was pinned

down firmly in the backseats. "Stop lying to yourself Lovino. You and I both know that you've been

waiting for this." The other man started to unbutton Lovino's shirt. This wasn't the person Lovino

wanted to give in for. His Spanish boyfriend was who he'd planned for when he was ready. The other's

hands started to roam lower and lower. There was nothing he could. Lovino bit his lip, until he could

taste the bitterness provided in his blood. This man started to place kisses all over him. He knew this

wasn't right. "I'm b-begging you! Stop!" Lovino prayed to god for this hell-like nightmare to end. The

other quickly pulled his own pants down, right before doing the same to Lovino. Everything happened so

quickly…

"Fratello! Where have you been? I was so worried! I t-" Feliciano stopped dead in his tracks when he

saw Lovino. Dark purple spots covered his neck. His hair was messy, unusual for his older brother. His

pearl white dress shirt and brown pants were unbuttoned, sagging with his every move. "Feli." Lovino

hugged his younger brother. Heavy tears rushed from his eyes. "He raped me. Touched me everywhere.

Made me be inside him." Feliciano cried alongside him. They dropped to the ground, still embracing.

"It's okay Lovi. It's all over. We'll get through this together." Lovino grabbed something from the back

pocket of his pants. "Thank you Feliciano, for everything, but…" he paused. "Non piangere per me, io

sono già morto." "What do you mean Lovi?" Silence. He felt Lovino's body go limp. Feliciano quickly

took his brother off of his shoulder. Thick scarlet blood ran from his bruised neck. His eyes were a

mocking shade of life-less brown. "Lovi? Lovino! Wake up!" Feliciano was sobbing. "Please don't leave

me. Not you too. You can't. Not yet. I'm not ready. Please Lovino, I love you."