The sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin grew louder as the figures on the floor raged on in their act of indecency. Equally as moist hair stuck to their faces. Paperwork lay on the floor next to them among the uniforms that had been shed prior. A certain blonde brute had barged in after a few, more like a dozen, beers with a confession and an unsightly problem while the other was working at his desk. He didn't expect what was going to happen next.
"I love you."
The brunette was shocked by the words that escaped the others lips. Roderich had always been the one to find these sort of feelings unnecessary. Rather, he pretended he didn't share feelings for the other. At first...
"What are you talking about? You're drunk. Ludwig. Go to bed."
He had only recently started living with the other again. They had split after the first world war ended and he had skipped out on his debts along with the move. He was not fond of the new distance they had. Unpaid debts had kept their two countries apart, even though he wished otherwise, but a new war meant a new time together. It also meant a new leader with a new set of rules.
"Get out of here before someone finds you like this."
Roderich argued with the drunkard. He knew the other wouldn't be doing this if he was sober. Arguing led to anger, and anger led to the blonde using his lips to shut Roderich up. A kiss led to denial, but denial soon led to defeat.
"N-Nnh... Nngh...! Gah, faster...!"
They were committing the worst possible sin, and right under the Fuehrer's nose.
"I-I don't, nnh, want to hurt you..."
Actions contradicted words, motions picked up speed.
If someone happened to walk in on them, they would be shot on the spot. Homosexuals were to be thrown in the camps with the rest of the scum.
Even though they both understood this well, they continued. Closer and closer they grew to climax, Roderich's legs and arms and fingers tangled with the other. He had given up during the progress and confessed his own feelings for the other. There was nothing left to hide between them, and as filthy as they were, he was happy for the first time in centuries.
"Nngh, I'm about to...!"
Muscles tightened around the blonde's length, nails dug into skin, and in the rush of the moment, Roderich only heard one thing:
"Feliciano!"
What was to be euphoria was instantaneously gone. One word ruined everything. Roderich knew exactly who Ludwig was really confessing to. However, he ignored it. He continued to pretend that was his name called out and the other really loved him.
And after they were done, he proceeded to say he was tired and wanted to go to sleep. And he did as he dressed and left the room, his dignity dragging behind him. He didn't sleep that night.
He had never felt so... dirty.
To his luck, the blonde had forgotten what happened the night before, or perhaps he pretended to after he realized what was done. Either way, it didn't matter to him. Their relationship returned to a strictly professional one for that was all it would ever be.
And he almost didn't mind it.