A Class Act

A/N: Y'all probably knew this was coming. Shameless.

"The student council meeting room."

Blue orbs widened in horror. "Are you insane?! Of course not!"

Gilbert was unmoved, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Fine. It's either in there or on Roderich's bed. Your pick."

Disbelief further twisted Ludwig's face into a scandalous expression. "Do you even realize how easily we could get caught in there? The room is never locked, not even during meetings! And the walls are about as soundproof as a sheet of paper!"

"Chicken."

Ludwig had to squeeze his eyes shut to block out the leering face of his older brother. Count on Gilbert to think up kinky places for sex. It didn't help that half his ideas were completely insane and too risky, not to mention he tried his best to persuade Ludwig each time. The blonde firmly believed it was a sheer miracle they haven't been caught yet, and it was all the grounds he needed to resist.

Though, that one time on the roof didn't count. No one ever goes up onto the roof except for maintenance crews, and only when there was a problem.

Ludwig opened his eyes, his face now resolute. "Look, Gilbert. The only way I will ever have sex with you in the council meeting room is if you got me so drunk I couldn't add single digits on my hands."

A silver eyebrow rose at the statement. The elder backed off a step, much to the Ludwig's surprise. An almost curious look replaced the previous leer on Gilbert's face. "Don't you ever wonder what kinky sex is like without being shit-faced?"

"Don't you want to remember me in vivid detail?" The leer was back at full force.

A light dusting of pink colored Ludwig's cheeks at the imagery. It was true that most of Gilbert's risqué sex escapades were done after a massive amount of beer in both their systems. The morning after left only a blurry memory and a floor littered with empty bottles. The elder's proposal certainly seemed very intriguing. After all, he could count the number of times they had sex sober on his hands – not drunk of course. But then, he knew that he would have a permanent flush on his face for the next few days. Feliciano was bound to notice, and the subsequent bombardment of questions would only make everything worse.

"Gilbert…" It was all Ludwig could do not to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"No really." The elder was unrelenting. "No one goes in there when there's no meeting going on. And trust me, you'd be the first to know if there was."

The blonde was speechless.

"In fact, we should get it on in Kirkland's chair." Before Ludwig could protest any further, Gilbert swiftly reached into one of his larger pockets, giving away the unmistakable clinking noise of handcuffs. "And I brought these babies…"

Gilbert knew his younger brother's resolve was rapidly fading when cerulean eyes widened a fraction and the pink dusting turned a shade darker. With a sadistic chuckle, he grabbed the top of Ludwig's black tie, smoothly pulling it out from underneath the beige sweater vest. A sharp tug had both their faces inches apart.

A pink tongue darted out between the blonde's lips, wetting the plump lower lip nervously. The puff of warm air against Gilbert's cheeks only served to arouse him further. Crimson eyes turned sultry as he whispered lowly, "I'll help you on that biography essay on Old Fritz…"

In no time, Gilbert was leading his younger brother through the door of the student council meeting room, closing it firmly behind them. And just for an added effect, he didn't lock it.

Ludwig could practically sense the other's presence before he rounded the corner.

Or perhaps it was the unmistakable bossy voice that gave him away.

Sure enough, short blonde hair and the back of a blue blazer soon came into view. Arthur Kirkland had once again cornered a fellow student, Raivis by the looks of it, and was now lecturing away on some trivial rule until the poor boy was quaking at the knees.

Ludwig tightened the grip on his books and promptly turned down the corridor, hoping to walk away unnoticed. Despite his efforts, the memory of his older brother and the events inside the council meeting room that morning rose to his mind. They had thoroughly defaced the President's chair and now Ludwig found that he couldn't meet Arthur's eyes. Not that there was ever a chance anyone would know about the morning's deeds.

But still.

His pace quickened, eager to be on his way. His hand had just perched on the doorknob of his next classroom when his heart sank.

"Oi! Beilschmidt! May I have a moment?"

Desperately trying to quell the sudden twitching of an eye, Ludwig reluctantly turned around. Arthur looked surprisingly fresh that late morning in his crisp academy uniform. Perhaps the President hadn't run into Francis yet, which would always leave him with a face that looked like he just sucked a few lemons. It was a wonder that anything got done during student council meetings.

"Of course. What do you need?" Ludwig firmly trained his eyes to fix on a point somewhere near Arthur's chin, adamantly refusing to gaze any higher.

The taller blonde didn't miss the sudden downward curve of Arthur's mouth. "It's about your brother. Now, I know I've been rather lax about a few rules here and there, but it's getting to the point where Edelstein's been hounding at me to do something about Gilbert's blatant disregard for academy dress regulations."

Ludwig blinked, unsure of how to respond. His brother had been wearing the same lackluster attire since he first stepped foot inside World Academy W. Whether the disregard for standard uniform rules was because of outright rebellion or plain indifference, Ludwig never bothered to find out. He was lucky if there weren't dirty boxers on Gilbert's side of the dorm room for him to clean up afterwards.

"Oh. Well…" Ludwig trailed off lamely.

Arthur frowned. "I figured if anybody could give him a nudge, it'd be you. This is a private academy, and it wouldn't do having students running around looking like hooligans. You understand that, don't you? At least put a tie on him."

Ludwig could only nod. "I'll say something to him about it…"

The shorter blonde smiled thinly, apparently satisfied, before turning to walk away. "Don't forget the meeting tomorrow; it's going to be an important one." He was about to take another step down the hallway, when he suddenly whipped his head around with a disapproving look. "And tuck in that tie, would you? It's not like you to leave it hanging out."

Ludwig gave a start, quickly glancing down. His face flushed as he fumbled to tuck the black fabric back inside his beige vest, memories of his older brother tugging on it like a leash flooding back inside his flustered brain.

Without another parting word, his cheeks aflame, he abruptly turned on his heels and entered the classroom.

FIN.

A/N: Finally. I'm exhausted. Would I consider this my magnum opus? Definitely not.

But boy, was it fun.