A/N: This is my first fanfiction so any comments or constructive criticism would be gladly welcomed. If you like it, tell me and I will write more.
Ernst Robel sat in the cheerless classroom, fumbling his chalk with his fingers as he stared absently at the floor. His mind was far more concerned with other matters. Herr Sonnenstitch peered over Ernst's shoulder, examining the word which had been done, cane menacingly in hand. He snarled as he saw the blank slate and bent down, his face level with Ernst's, glaring at him, his teeth gritted.
"I do believe you have forgotten something, Herr Robel." Ernst began to stutter and mumble.
"Uh…I'm…uh…I'm sorry, sir."
A sadistic smile appeared on the cruel professor's face. He waved the cane slightly, causing Ernst to flinch and take a sharp intake of breath, awaiting the harsh blow but the teacher simply smiled and moved on, satisfied in Ernst's reaction. Ernst stared at his slate and fingers which were now covered in the matte white chalk dust and tried to write some form of Latin verse. He wrote the title Nisus and Euryallus but his mind kept wondering to the night before. He rehearsed the scene over and over in his mind – The soothing, devilish smile of Hanschen, the light brushing against Ernst's knee and that first kiss, soft and gentle before deepening its intensity. Ernst bit his lip as he remembered it. He had confessed his love to Hanschen, declaring that he loved him more than he had loved anyone else. Hanschen's words echoed through Ernst's head as his heart sank - "And so you should." There was no reply of affection, not even a slight feeling of camaraderie, just "And so you should" Hanschen had not talked to the boy for three days. Hanschen barely looked at Ernst, only glancing at him when he was forced to in group conversation. Hanschen had forgotten him. The feeling left Ernst feeling empty and alone. Georg turned around on his seat, now in the place where Moritz once sat.
"Ernst," Georg whispered under his breath, "What's the beginning?" Ernst sighed.
"It's about two soldiers who are best friends and go off to send a message together." Georg thanked him and turned back around on his chair, scratching the harsh chalk against the cold slate. Ernst gazed at the back of Hanschen, his head down, writing, his soft blonde hair neatly combed. Ernst sighed and attempted to write as much down as possible before handing it in to Herr Sonnenstitch for examination. Eventually all the boys were dismissed and the professor left. The boys immediately got up and left the room, Ernst in tow. He had just exited when a hand pulled him roughly by the arm, making him off balance and stumble towards an open door, into a small classroom that he had not seen before. He looked around, confused then turned around to see Hanschen staring intently at him. He pressed Ernst forcefully against the wall, pressing him against it as Hanschen closed the distant between them. Ernst could feel the heat of Hanschen's body against his and the large movements of the older boy's chest as he breathed. The close proximity made Ernst blush and become agitated but something other than Hanschen's arms was keeping him from pulling away. His lips were now painfully close to Ernst's. Ernst longed for them to meet once more.
"Nisus and Euryallus," Hanschen breathed. Ernst looked at him, confused. Hanschen smirked at Ernst's perplexed expression and whispered, "They weren't just best friends." Hanschen finally closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against Ernst's as he pulled Ernst even closer to him so that they molded into each other. Ernst's breathing was heavy and his mind was in a frenzy as he indulged in the kiss, running a hand through Hanschen's hair. He pressed his hand against the wall beside Ernst's head and curled his fingers in reaction to Ernst as he pulled Hanschen in once more. Eventually, Hanschen pulled away. He looked at Ernst, reading his reaction and stepped back, satisfied. He turned the handle, gazing at Ernst before shrugging, a smirk on his face and walking out. Ernst slid down the wall, his eyes and mouth wide with shock, recounting the past events to make some sense of why they came to such a blissful conclusion. Hanschen had played his hand and the game had begun.