Bothered

The first glimpse of Gilbert Ludwig had in almost six years was of his brother and Roderich nude on a huge, black bed that made Gilbert's porcelain skin stand out beautifully, something Roderich obviously appreciated.

"Gilbert…" The Austrian breathed, kissing the albino softly before Gilbert threw his arms around the man and deepened the kiss, tongues mock-battling for dominance, though Ludwig could tell his brother was holding back, that he wanted to be dominated. When they finally broke apart, beaming wildly at each other, the red eyes that had been so broken were alight with the old Gilbert—the hollow one.

He pleaded, "Mm… More, Roddy! I'm bored!"

But, as always, Roderich was unmovable, "No. I have work to do. If you'd like to come…"

"You know I can't leave this room. No telling when West will pop in, remember?"

The dark-haired Austrian shook his head, "You have to reconcile with him sometime."

Soon, a lamp was flying through the air, exploding with a crash on the wall just behind Roderich, "No. Never," Gilbert snarled, "I swore that I would never ever see him again, nor would he see me."

Roderich slapped Gilbert, much to the former country's and Ludwig's surprise, "Shut up. I told you that if you were to live in this house, you were not to throw these ridiculous fits."

Gilbert tensed, his dark eyes flickering dangerously for a moment before returning to their normal brightness, "Yeah, yeah. You know you wouldn't kick me out even if I did, though. I'm too awesome!"

Roderich laughed, "And that is why I love you." He kissed Gilbert playfully on the nose. "Will you come down with me? You can play with Gilbird while I work."

Gilbert beamed, "Okay, but you have to dress me, Roddy."

Roderich nodded, "If you wish, love, but I'll have you know that I'm going to dress you in one of my suits."

"Nooooo!" Gilbert moaned, flopping back against the bed, squirming oh-so-alluringly so that he was propped up on his elbows, backside perfectly visible, "They're not awesome at all!" He pouted at Roderich, moving just enough to allow the other man a glimpse of a ghost-white hip.

Roderich growled, his face turning scarlet, "Fine."

Ludwig dropped back to the ground, hand covering his own blushing face best it could. He felt as if he'd seen something he shouldn't. Not just the fact that he had seen his brother naked in bed with another man, but the fact that he had seen his brother at all. It made him feel guilty and foul.

Despite all that, he was sneaking into the house to catch his brother and force him into talking to him.