Here you are, Kuolema-Hochrot!

Your Secret Santa. :D

Feliciano's brown eyes closed as Ludwig pressed his lips ever so slightly to his. He flinched slightly when the blonde ran his tongue over the brunette's bottom lip, demanding entrance. Feliciano gave it to him; a soft whimper rising in the Italian's throat as the German explored the pasta-lover's mouth, ignoring the prominent canines he brushed. Ludwig was the one who gave him then in the first place.

Their bodies were pressed together, Feliciano being on top. A rather surprised sounding squeak escaped the smaller male as the blonde kissed his way down his throat, stopping at the point where neck met shoulder to bite down on the sensitive flesh there. Feliciano let out another whimper, moving his hips ever so slightly against the German's. "H-How you manage to do that so fast..." Maybe it was due to the painful pleasure of being bitten by the same vampire who turned you. Whatever it was, Feliciano had no clue.

Ludwig's ice blue eyes had the barest hints of crimson, barely there. He slowly unbuttoned the Italian's shirt, his lips pressed to his, tongues fighting, fangs nipping and drawing blood. Feliciano's brown eyes glazed over as cold air washed over his chest, the peaks on his chest hardening from it. He had worked off Feliciano's Italian flag boxers and was pumping his hard length slowly, watching his expression. "L-Ludwig, I- ahh...- I-I think it'd be more fair if you did it t-too..." Ludwig's hand still and Feliciano whined at that. He ground their hips together to get the German to decide what to do.

A digit slowly pushed in Feliciano's entrance; tears gathering at the the corners of his eyes. Another digit joined the first and the smaller male bit his lip, blood dewing up. Ludwig withdrew his fingers, (getting a whine of protest), and thrust them back in. The brunette's back arched, a moan escaping him as his prostate was brushed. This continued for several more minutes until Ludwig withdrew his fingers.

Feliciano looked at him with hazy eyes that begged the German to hurry it up. He thrust inside the Italian, shuddering slightly. Feliciano's whimpers and pants were driving him insane... He slowly began to thrust, hooking the Italian's legs around his waist. "S-So tight..." He groaned, looking at the brunette's half-lidded eyes; the same eyes that held pleasure in their crimson-tinted light brown depths.

"Aaahh... Lud-Ludwig... T-Ti amo..."

"Ich liebe d-dich, Feliciano..."

The next thrust sent them both over the edge.

Antonio sighed lightly, looking at the two sleeping vampires. "They're so cute~"

"That German bastard isn't cute."

"I know who is~"

"And that is-?"

Antonio lifted Lovino up and carried him off to his bedroom, planting kisses all over his neck and face.

"Ti amo... Ludwig..."

"Ich liebe dich, Feliciano..."

They muttered sleepily, Ludwig holding Feliciano close. All that mattered was each other's love.