A thump and low screech woke Ludwig from his daze of almost sleep. He rolled his eyes at the shiver that passed through him, the thrill of fear as he looked around his poorly lit apartment reminding him of being small enough to crawl into his brother's bed. If he were the sort of man who laughed easily, he would have chuckled as he peeled himself out of bed, the air comfortable despite his near-nudity (it was too hot for anything except boxers), and strode over to the window. That thump earlier hadn't been a particularly significant sound, after all, and when living in a city as big as this one, noise was to be expected.
Honestly, why he'd noticed it among the distant thrum of traffic and people living was beyond him. Nonetheless, he pushed aside the curtain, glancing down at the near-empty street several stories below. The only sights to be found were parked cars under orange streetlights, one or two people stumbling their way across the street in a fashion that decidedly did not indicate sobriety, and the still brightly lit convenience store a few buildings over. Harrumphing at himself, Ludwig pulled his eyes up, meeting a bright gold pair as he prepared to turn around. He gasped, heart suddenly thudding away like it was trying to win a marathon on its own, and blinked, but there hadn't been anything there. Just the white Christmas lights someone living on the sixth floor of the apartment across the street had left up for seven months now (since mid-October, nowhere near Christmas). He was on the fifth floor, anyways, what else could he have seen?
Again suffering through an almost laugh at his own foolishness, Ludwig pulled the curtain back down, taking a deep breath to calm the still breakneck pace his heart was beating at. He felt another vague twinge at turning away from the window, not wanting to leave his back exposed to it, but he disregarded the feeling as both silly and useless (two things he absolutely had no time for) and began to make his way back to bed. After two steps, Ludwig stopped, meeting the golden eyes again. He stiffened, blinking again, only to find them still there afterwards. Eyes widening, he stepped back, groping around in the dark for something to protect himself with. His desk was in this corner of the room, surely there was something…
The other set of eyes didn't blink back, instead looming closer, and Ludwig's scrabbling fingers found a picture frame and threw it. Glass shattered as the eyes stepped into the dim orange light seeping through the curtains, and Ludwig stared at the now apparently human form, glass and bits of wood and plastic falling to the floor from the impact point on its chest, as his hands continued to seek out anything else he could use. The figure reached out with one arm, outlined in orange monotone, and spoke, the words incomprehensible.
Ludwig threw another picture frame, not finding much else laying out on the desk thanks to his own implacable tidiness, and cursed loudly.
"Shit! Get back!"
The figure, now close enough that Ludwig realized it was shorter than he was, placed its outstretched hand on his shoulder, pushing him inexorably against the wall. With one more desperate flail, Ludwig's fingers closed around an uncapped pen, and seeing the opportunity, he picked it up and stabbed it as hard as he could (which was quite hard) into the figure's side. The figure shook slightly at the impact, but did not let go, the golden, nearly luminescent eyes drawing nearer before vanishing as they passed below Ludwig's line of sight. The force with which he was held against the wall was bruising his back and shoulder in a way that would be a pain to deal with in the morning, if- no, when he saw it. Struggling harder and kicking out against it, Ludwig jerked at the pen, finding it stuck firmly, before giving up and punching the figure in the stomach. He felt a prick at his neck, and the sudden pain made him more panicked, stomping on insoles to no avail. The hand holding him against the wall moved, pushing against where the pain originated. Blunt fingertips with smoothly trimmed fingernails dug into the small wound before dragging languidly around his neck in confusing patterns.
"What the hell? Stop that! S-stop!"
Surely his neighbors could hear his shouting, surely someone would call the police. Ludwig's labored breaths echoed through the room as the figure began speaking in incomprehensible syllables, the room brightening. Ludwig's brows came together as he hit the figure again, confused, before a glance down showed the figure's head outlined by a pale white glow emanating from Ludwig's own shoulder. He jerked harshly, still held down somehow, before the light brightened once more with a flash, and everything went blurry and shaky. Feeling nauseous, Ludwig would have staggered if he'd been able to move. Fortunately, the nausea abated quickly as the figure drew back. Unfortunately, so did Ludwig's consciousness.
Laying in his firm bed, Ludwig felt awareness slowly coming back to him. He blinked idly at the ceiling for a moment before checking his clock, noting that it was only a few minutes before his 6 A.M. alarm would go off. Satisfied, he made to get up before finally noticing the strange weight on his chest. He looked down, grunting in surprise as his eyes met the top of a brunette head, nestled under his left arm, the person's long, tan arm draped across his abdomen. That… didn't make sense, he certainly wouldn't have… and definitely not last night, today was Wednesday and he knew better than to do… something like that on a work night. Not that he'd do something like that in the first place! Frowning away his confusion and dismissing his strangely sleep muzzy thoughts, Ludwig reached down to shake the naked shoulder of the person- the man, actually, in his bed.
"Excuse me," he began, frown deepening as the man whined quietly into the sensitive skin of his chest. He shook the man's shoulder again, sitting up. The man's grip tightened as he shifted, face slowly turning up to look at Ludwig. Or… not, the man's eyes were still closed.
"Whaaaat? I was sleeping!" the man protested, looking drowsily annoyed.
"I," Ludwig coughed, awkward and confused, voice deepening as he struggled against it, "I apologize, but I do not know who you are. Could you. Erm. Please leave." Naturally, he didn't phrase the last part as a question, despite the please, it was a command.
"Whyyyy?" the man whined, shifting to prop himself up with the arm that'd been clutching at Ludwig's side, pressing him lightly back down into the bed. His movements revealed not only that the two had been sleeping without a blanket, but also that the man was completely naked. Ludwig's face flushed cherry red as he quickly averted his eyes.
"I don't want to!" the man continued, and Ludwig's brows drew together angrily.
"This is my bed. Get out." The man's pout grew.
"Nooo, it's our bed! You can't make me!" he finished petulantly. Ludwig growled in frustration, pushing himself out of the bed. Or, he would've, if the man hadn't suddenly increased the force with which he was pressing him down by several magnitudes. Ludwig's breath whooshed out and he reached up with both arms to try and move the hand.
"W-what?" There was no way this man, who was quite a bit smaller than he was and had almost no observable muscle mass should be able to hold him down. Ludwig's hands closed around the wrist and he struggled to displace it.
"You can't leave either!" The man's eyebrows drew together in a mockery of Ludwig's own expression. "We'll get up after the sun and I'll make you breakfast and you'll take care of me!"
"I-I most certainly will not!" Ludwig yanked even more harshly, pressing his feet in the bed to try and buck the man's hold. He couldn't believe that the man was just doing this with one hand, not even looking like it was costing him any energy.
"Who the hell are you?!"
"I'm Feliciano!" the man smiled, anger melting away like snow in sunlight, "Your boyfriend! What's your name?"
