Yay, my fourth chapter! I honestly didn't think I would get this far since most of the stories I write just die off and never get published.

Warning ahead: there's anal sex. I don't know much about anal sex, so the scene is just pieced up with bits and pieces I read from the internet. I don't know how it feels and blah blah blah, so if you think there's some 'technical issues' with the scene feel free to tell me.

I don't own Hetalia.

Enjoy!

Gilbert spent the next few days avoiding Roderich. Ludwig, Francis and Antonio tried to cheer him up, as well as Feliciano, who apparently thought hugs were going to make things better. Although his friends helped him a great deal, Gilbert still refused to say what was on his mind.

"Don't worry, Gilbert," Feliciano chirped one day as he massaged Gilbert's shoulders, "Whenever I fight with my fratello it always passes!"

"I'm not fighting with Roderch, Feliciano, but thanks." Gilbert smiled as he patted the Italian's hand.

"You're not?" Feliciano said as he turned to stand in front of Gilbert, his lips pursed and his hands on his hips. "I don't see why you'd be avoiding him then."

"Feliciano—" Gilbert groaned. He was about to explain that he didn't want to see Roderich at all and Feliciano didn't need to know why when his phone rang. Sighing when he realized it was Francis, he picked up the call and waited.

"Gilbert," Francis said, and that was all it took him to understand that something was wrong. Something squirmed uncomfortably in his stomach and he fought off the feeling.

"Sup?" He replied lightly, hoping that nothing was really wrong. Feliciano gave a worried look before going out of the room to find Ludwig.

"Have you heard?" Francis asked with a careful tone, as if he didn't want to spill some secret that everybody knew except for Gilbert.

"Heard of what?"

"Mon dieu, you still haven't heard of the news?"

"Just spit it out, Franny."

"Roderich…" Gilbert's heart panged at the mention of the brunette. "Roderich is engaged to Elizaveta."

Gilbert's heart stopped. He lowered the phone from his ears in disbelief.

"Gilbert, Gilbert? Are you still there? Gilbert, Gil—"

Gilbert ended the call before letting out a howl of anger. What the hell was going on? Why was Roderich engaged to Elizaveta? What did she do to get him to agree? Did she threaten him, or did Roderich just get tired of waiting? Gilbert dialed Roderich's number but got voicemail instead. Furious, he ripped the battery out of his phone and threw it against the wall.

"Bruder, what's wrong?" Ludwig asked as he rushed into the room with Feliciano. The blue eyes stared at the disembodied phone on the floor and he took a few steps backwards as Gilbert turned to him.

"Did you know?"

"Know what, bruder?"

"Did you know that Roddy's engaged to Elizaveta?" Gilbert spat, his red eyes turning a flaming red as he inched towards his brother.

"I— it is true?" Ludwig asked incredulously, and Gilbert let out a lifeless laugh as he grabbed his coat and moved towards the door.

"That bitch…"

"Bruder, where are you going?"

"I'm going to Hell!" Gilbert screamed as he slammed the front door. A photograph placed next to the small table by the door fell off and smashed onto the floor. Feliciano picked it up.

"Is this you and Gilbert and Elizaveta?" Feliciano asked quietly as he looked at the three smiling figures.

"Do you know Elizaveta?" Ludwig asked as he took the photo from Feliciano's hand. It was a photo of Elizaveta, Gilbert and Ludwig when they were younger—a past that Ludwig did not remember. He was told by his mother that he used to play with this girl.

"Of course I know Elizaveta, she used to play with me when we were younger, fratello and I like her a lot, she's pretty and she's nice."

Ludwig picked it up and realized the glass had broken, separating Elizaveta and Gilbert from each other. "I see."
-

When Gilbert arrived at Elizaveta's house he was greeted by a terrified house keeper.

"Sir, you can't go in—"

"I'm here to see Elizaveta," Gilbert snapped as he glared at the house keeper. "Tell her to get out here."

The house keeper turned to the maids, who looked at each other fearfully. One maid ran up to the house keeper and whispered in her ear.

"Very well," The house keeper said as she stepped aside from the doorway, "The young mistress is waiting for you in the gardens."

Elizaveta smiled when Gilbert entered the garden furiously, the maids trailing behind him in fear.

"Dear Gilbert, please have a seat." Elizaveta said as she dismissed her maids.

Gilbert continued to stand, his red eyes glaring at his old friend. "Why are you engaged to Roderich?"

Elizaveta let out a laugh. "Of course I'm supposed to be engaged to him, what else?"

"You fucking bitch," Gilbert whispered harshly, and Elizaveta's smile disappeared, her green eyes turning frosty. "Roddy doesn't like you that way, why are you insisting this?"

"Even if you were a girl, Gilbert, it would still be impossible."

"If you like Roddy you should let him be happy!"

"Let him be with you?" Elizaveta let out a mirthless laugh. "I'd rather make him sad then let him be with you, Gilbert."

"I'm not going to let this happen," Gilbert gritted through his teeth.

"Then I'm going to make sure it will happen."

Gilbert gave her one final glare before he fled the house, feeling battered, bruised, and hurt. Love really could change one person. Elizaveta had become a completely twisted being that he didn't recognize anymore, and he felt like it was his fault. If he hadn't fallen for Roderich, none of this would have happened.

When Gilbert went back home his phone was placed on the table in the living room and there was a note from Ludwig, saying that Roderich had dropped by and wanted to meet him and he would be waiting at the house in the maze. Gilbert crumpled the note and threw it into the trash.

Roderich sat in the piano room of the house in the maze. He was waiting for Gilbert, and after three hours he was sure that the albino wasn't coming. It was terrifyingly painful and uncharacteristic for him to wait that long, but somewhere in the back of his mind Roderich hoped that Gilbert would come. He stared at the ivory white piano keys that glinted in the moonlight and took a deep breath as he poised his hands over the keys as he began to remember what happened the morning after he went to Gilbert's house, and the melody of Chopin's Ballade no.1 in G minor began flowing in the air.

[Flashback]

Roderich was sitting in the kitchen of the house. His parents had bought this house near the train station and had stated that this was to be his residence after he married. Truth to be told, Roderich would rather live in a crummy apartment than this house because it just reminded him of his future of being pressured into marrying a woman he didn't like and raising kids he didn't want.

Shortly after he woke up Gilbert left with the excuse of having work, but any idiot could see from the look in his eyes that something had happened. Roderich didn't know what happened, but apparently Gilbert didn't want to talk about it so he left it at that. The more he thought about it though, the more his heart began to sink. He knew he was being silly for thinking that Gilbert was tired of their relationship already, but in the back of his mind he couldn't stop worrying. After all, he was afraid that Gilbert was tired of waiting for the physical proof.

The brunette took a short shower to shake the depressing thought away. When he headed back to the kitchen for a cup of coffee his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, hoping it was Gilbert, but it was Elizaveta. Sighing, he answered the phone.

"Elizaveta, what is it?"

"Roderich, dear, it's time we had a talk about your marriage." Mrs. Edelstein's voice said softly over the phone.

"…mother?" Roderich asked incredulously as he set the cup of coffee on the table.

"Come home and we'll talk about it."

"Mother—"

Roderich cursed as the phone went dead. Elizaveta was with his parents, who adored her more than anything in the world. Even though he considered Elizaveta his friend, his parents considered her as a prospective, no, the only daughter-in-law they would accept. Roderich dialed Gilbert's number.

"Yup, you've reach the awesome me, if you're Francis, no, if you're Toni, no, if you're Lud, ja, if you're the princess, I'll get back to you ASAP."

Roderich chuckled at the voice message, but soon the sinking feeling came back into his heart and he felt a little melodramatic. It wasn't a big deal if Gilbert didn't pick up his call, was it? It just meant he was busy, that's all, it had nothing to do with the odd mood he had this morning. Roderich sighed. It was no use in reassuring himself with thoughts. He dragged himself up and prepared to head back home to face his fate, whether he liked it or not.

Roderich was greeted at the door by the butler, who looked rather happy—like all the staff did when Elizaveta dropped by—and oblivious to his young master's frown.

"The master is waiting in the living room," The butler smiled as he took hold of Roderich's coat and duffel bag.

"I see. Thank you very much," Roderich replied before walking briskly to the living room to meet his parents and Elizaveta. The moment he walked in though, he felt like running away.

"Ah, Roderich," Mr. Héderváry boomed before he stuffed a grape into his overloaded mouth, "Nice to see you!"

"Likewise," Roderich replied as politely as he could before sitting down with his parents, ignoring the apologetic look Elizaveta sent his way.

"So, my son," Mr. Edelstein began as he leaned back in his chair, "can you remind me how old you are this year?"

Roderich tried hard not to roll his eyes. Before he reached the age of twelve he used to enjoy his birthdays, hoping that each year he would grow taller, better, and be useful to his family. Now he didn't feel the same anymore.

"I'm turning eighteen, father."

"I married your mother at that age." At this sentence Mrs. Edelstein gave her son a small smile.

"Times are different," Roderich replied carefully, "I'm not sure being married at such an early age would be suitable for Elizaveta or for me."

"What do you mean?" Mr. Héderváry asked sharply.

"Now, dear," Mrs. Héderváry said as she patted her husband on the arm, "Let's listen to what Roderich has to say."

"Thank you, Mrs. Héderváry," Roderich said with heartfelt gratitude. "What I meant was if we married," He gestured to Elizaveta and himself, "Elizaveta would have to carry on many duties and not have time for her studies anymore."

"What would she need a university diploma for?" Mr. Héderváry snorted, "I have a high school diploma and look where I am now!"

You are very much intelligent and sociable, Roderich thought dryly.

"I would like Elizaveta to continue with her studies, dear," Mrs. Héderváry said. "I didn't get the chance to delve further in my academic studies, and I would like our daughter to have this chance."

Mr. Héderváry didn't say anything but crossed his arms and let out a huff.

"How about this," Mrs. Edelstein said, catching the attention of everyone in the room, "We should let our children finish university, or at least wait until they're twenty."

Mr. Edelstein nodded. "If Elizaveta is to marry into our family, it is not acceptable for her to only have a high school diploma. What do you think, Elizaveta?"

"I would like to strive further," Elizaveta replied simply.

"Perhaps we should let the youngsters talk for a moment," Mrs. Héderváry said. The other adults nodded before leaving the room, Mr. Héderváry giving Roderich a glare. Roderich let out a sigh before walking to the window and staring out at the gardens.

"Roderich, I'm sorry my father treats you this way." Elizaveta said.

"Elizaveta," Roderich said softly as he turned around to face his friend. "Are you sure about this whole marriage idea? I'm sure you don't want to be tied down by a meaningless marriage and give up everything you could have."

Elizaveta stared back at him, her green eyes searching violet. She almost looked disappointed. "Roderich, your parents have ideas for other marriage candidates."

"What ideas?" Roderich asked, feeling as if he someone knocked him off his feet. He had thought Elizaveta was the only one his parents had considered as a daughter-in-law. He thought if Elizaveta rejected the marriage idea he would be as free as a bird. No, he was being naïve. His parents, his father at least, would stop at nothing to see the Edelstein family prosper through alliance.

"They are considering the Natalia Alrovskaya."

"That is insane!" Roderich exclaimed as the image of the cold beauty popped into his head. Everybody knew her sadistic tendencies and her obsession for her brother Ivan. "She is head of the Belarusian mafia!"

"Natalia is half-sister to Ivan Braginsky, who invests most of his time and money in ballet and classical music."

"I don't care! This is absurd! Do they even think of my safety?" Roderich said as he paced around the room. If he didn't accept Elizaveta he would have to marry Natalia, who would probably stop at nothing to kill him so she could marry her brother.

"Roderich, I won't force anything on you," Elizaveta said solemnly. "I just want you to know that I would rather marry you than marry someone else, even if it's just on paper."

"Elizaveta…I can't do this to you." Roderich said as he took hold of Elizaveta's hands and looked into her eyes, "I'm dating someone now."

"I know," She smiled as she squeezed his hand. "But I'm fine with it."

Roderich stared at her. "You know?"

"A woman's intuition is always spot on," She replied.

"But still…this isn't fair to you."

"It will be— it will always be."

Roderich sighed. "I should talk to my parents."

Elizaveta smiled. "Of course."

With that Roderich turned and left the room, joining his parents as the Héderváry's went to join their daughter.

"You have known Elizaveta since middle school, is she not good enough for you?" Mrs. Edelstein asked.

"Elizaveta is a wonderful girl, no matter the looks, intelligence, and family background," Mr. Edelstein added.

"Father, we are a musical family, we're aristocrats—why do I have to marry Elizaveta? The Héderváry's are descendants of warriors, nomads! How is this beneficial at all?"

Mr. Edelstein's gaze hardened. "Does this mean you will not accept this marriage?"

"You will come to love her over time," Mrs. Edelstein said quickly before her son could start yet another argument with his father.

"Have you?" Roderich said coldly, and his mother backed away from him, looking hurt.

"Roderich Edelstein, you will not treat your mother this way!"

"Roderich, my dear, my son," Mrs. Edelstein said in a soft voice. "We are in danger…we are nearing bankruptcy, only with a marriage with Elizaveta can save us."

"You will marry her." Mr. Edelstein said in a steely voice.

Roderich couldn't believe the soap opera that was going on in his life, which he spent most of it being frugal, being economic, being…well, stingy, and now his family was facing bankruptcy? Who else knew about this? If Mr. Héderváry did, he was bound to spread it all around—Roderich gasped to himself. This is what his parents were doing. If he married Elizaveta Mr. Héderváry would have no reason to spread this predicament of the Edelstein's to others because his own daughter was now a part of it.

"Roderich—"

"I will marry her." Roderich said in a cold voice as he looked at his parents, his violet eyes filled with disappointment and anger. "This is the last thing I will do for this family."

[End of flashback]

It was painful, dreadfully painful. Roderich began to think he was going crazy as he ended the ballade with heavy depression. A slow clapping sounded from behind him and he snapped his head around, tears almost welling in his eyes when he saw Gilbert, partially shaded in the shadows.

"Gilbert, Gilbert, I—" Roderich was silenced by Gilbert's hand.

"Why?" Gilbert asked quietly.

Roderich blinked quickly before looking away. Gilbert knew, and he had come to question him. "I…my family…we're facing bankruptcy. Marrying Elizaveta is the only way to solve it."

"So you're doing it for your family?"

"You know I don't like her."

"I would throw away everything for you."

"…that's impossible."

"I know."

Roderich's eyes snapped back to Gilbert, whose red eyes lost their normal glow.

"Hey Roddy," Gilbert said as he moved closer. "Can we do it?"

Roderich felt his throat go dry. "Are you proposing to…?" His skin burst into flames where Gilbert touched him.

"That house…" Gilbert murmured, and Roderich held his breath. Did Gilbert already know what the house was for? "If I can't be with you…can I at least be the first one to sleep in it with you?"

"You already are," Roderich said gently, shivering as Gilbert traced a finger on his cheek.

"Liar," Gilbert growled as he grabbed Roderich by the waist and jerked him forward, pressing their lower halves together in a tight embrace, his eyes burning bright and fierce.

"Gilbert—" Roderich began, but was cut off by a crushing kiss that deprived him of air.

"Roderich," Gilbert said painfully when they separated, "Take me to that house."
-

When Roderich finally managed to open the door with his trembling fingers, Gilbert locked it behind him before he dragged the brunette all the way upstairs to the master bedroom where they previously slept and threw him on the bed.

Roderich's words of protest were drowned out by kisses, his senses overwhelmed by Gilbert's touches. Fear, however, overtook his senses when he felt his pants being pulled down roughly.

"Stop, Gilbert, stop, please," Roderich breathed, and Gilbert stopped abruptly, as if snapping out of some trance, and looked at him with an expression of a wounded beast. He fell on Roderich, his ragged breath pulsing through the brunette's ears.

"I'm sorry," He said.

Roderich patted the albino's back gently, soothingly, like he did after their second kiss. "You should be…but that doesn't matter anymore," He said as he stroked Gilbert's hair. "Make me forget everything but you, and make me remember nothing but you when I sleep on this bed."

Gilbert chuckled. "That was very uncharacteristic of you."

"This is the only time I'm going to say it." Roderich whispered, and Gilbert hovered over him, a feral grin spreading on his face.

"I'm going to make you say that more than once."

Gilbert pulled Roderich up in a sitting position before leaning in for a kiss. The violet eyes fluttered shut and Gilbert chuckled as he pressed his lips against Roderich's forehead. Roderich opened his eyes in confusion, which made Gilbert laugh.

"I thought you wanted a kiss…" Roderich muttered as he looked away from the albino, his face red to the tip of his ears.

"I do," Gilbert said truthfully as he turned Roderich around to face him. "Let me kiss you."

Roderich smiled and moved closer to Gilbert until he was sitting in the middle of his legs. Gilbert circled his arms around the brunette's waist and kissed him on the lips, the sweet kiss soon becoming hot and possessive. Gilbert held the back of Roderich's head with one hand and griped his waist with another, his tongue parting the brunette's lips and slipping inside his mouth, the two tongues tangling in a frenzied dance.

When the two parted for air, Roderich took off his glasses, set them on the night stand beside the bed, and then pushed Gilbert down with a coy smile as he straddled him.

"Assertive, are you?" Gilbert said as he watched Roderich unbutton his own shirt, letting it fall open and reveal a smooth white chest. Roderich ran a hand on Gilbert's chest before letting it drop lower, teasingly brushing against Gilbert's member.

"Stop that," Gilbert growled gently, and Roderich's smile widened and he began to move his hips, making the albino groan because of the friction.

"Take me," Roderich whispered as he held Gilbert's hand against his cheek and slid it down his body, his violet eyes burning bright.

Gilbert felt blood rush through his ears and a tightening sensation in his pants. He pushed Roderich down and crashed his lips against his, making the brunette shudder when he rubbed a finger against his member through the fabric of his boxers.

"Half-erect already…just how much of a slut are you?" Gilbert whispered in Roderich's ear, making the brunette whack his shoulders.

"It's because it's you, imbecile," Roderich muttered as he fumbled with Gilbert's zipper and cursing when Gilbert moved his hand away.

"Let me," Gilbert said as he took off his shirt and shrugged off his pants along with his boxers, enjoying the expression on Roderich's face. The enjoyment died off when Roderich opened his mouth.

"I've never seen…it's…white?"

"Shut up, you should be impressed by the size—good way to kill the mood," Gilbert muttered as he pulled off Roderich's boxers, making the brunette shiver because of the cold air. He raised Roderich's rear end and let their members brush against one another, his red eyes glinting as he looked at Roderich, who was trembling violently.

Gilbert wrapped a hand around the both of their members and began stroking. Roderich let out a moan of pleasure and Gilbert felt more turned on, both of them feeling the tension curl tighter and tighter until they both released.

"Gilbert…you…have you done this before?" Roderich asked as he fell back onto the pillows, panting heavily.

"I've never done it with a guy before, but when Franny's around it's not hard to pick up a few things." Gilbert said before he reluctantly left the bed to find something.

"Where are you going?" Roderich asked nervously as Gilbert searched around his pants. He held up a tiny foil package with triumph before ripping it open.

"Isn't it too late for a condom?" Roderich laughed. "Is it strawberry flavored?" He added, and Gilbert grinned.

"Close enough. It's apple."

Roderich laughed louder, but his laughter died when Gilbert pressed against him.

"Already? Don't you have something called a refractory period?" Roderich exclaimed as Gilbert slipped on the condom.

"Don't know that word," Gilbert grinned as he spread Roderich's legs open, enjoying the sight. "We don't have lube though—"

"It's in the second right drawer on the top," Roderich blurted out, surprising Gilbert.

"You have lube?"

"I…uh, anyways, it's there." Roderich muttered as he hid his face behind his hands.

"Couldn't wait?" Gilbert said as poured the lube in his hands, rubbing them together to warm it.

"You should have put a condom on your fingers," Roderich whispered as he watched through the space between his fingers.

"Why?"

"Because of, you know— hygienic reasons."

Gilbert laughed. "Roddy, baby, sex is always dirty."

"But—oh," Roderich began, only to be cut off by Gilbert's finger, which pushed against his entrance.

"I hear that rubbing around the butt-hole is pleasure stimulating," Gilbert said as he motioned Roderich to turn around. The brunette turned around and hugged a pillow as he lifted his hips.

"Nah, don't hug that pillow, just spread your butt-cheeks."

"Gilbert, why don't you have a more…civilized way of saying things?" Roderich groaned, despite his obedience. He was answered with a push at his entrance.

"Relax, will you…" Gilbert murmured as he probed a finger around the area.

"Says someone who doesn't try to make me relax," Roderich replied.

"Think about Mozart or Shoppin."

"Are you talking about Chopin?" Roderich said with laughter in his tone.

"Whatever," Gilbert said as he applied some more lube to his hands. "The only guy I really know is Beethoven, because Lud is named after him."

"You should be jealous of Chopin then, because I'm going to think about him. You do know his full name is Frédéric-François Chopin, don't you?"

"Frédéric-François? Isn't that like Old Fritz and Franny? That's…just so weird. Think about another dude."

"I'll think about you then," Roderich said, his voice soft, and Gilbert felt himself get harder. He pushed a finger around Roderich's entrance, prodding and probing and wondering if it felt good. Judging from the way Roderich gasped and the way he shivered violently, it probably was.

"Do you think we can go all the way today?" Gilbert asked as he pushed his finger slowly inside, feeling the warm squeeze of muscles against them.

"No, I don't think so," Roderich gasped.

"I want to though…" Gilbert murmured as he pulled the finger out and pushed it back in gently. "Does it hurt?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"Okay…" Gilbert said as he inserted another finger inside. Somehow he felt that it was pretty easy to insert his fingers, which wasn't supposed to happen during a first.

"Roderich," He asked as he slowly pushed his fingers further before pausing to let the muscles relax, "Have you ever done this yourself?"

Roderich didn't answer and buried his head in the pillows.

"You're going to kill yourself like that." Gilbert chuckled as he noticed the blazing red tips of Roderich's ears. So he had done some prepping himself without knowing when they would do it.

"Talk about eager," Gilbert grinned.

"If it weren't for your fingers I'd kick you," Roderich muttered.

"Hey Roddy, how many fingers have you put in before?"

"…two at best. I can't reach myself properly you know…"

Gilbert grinned again. He was beginning to enjoy this, slow, chatting sex even though he desperately wanted to get thrusting. Suddenly he felt his fingers push against something, his face brightening when he realized it was Roderich's prostate gland, and Roderich let out a moan before catching himself and shutting his lips tight.

"Hey, I wanna hear those moans," Gilbert said as he wiggled his fingers, making Roderich moan again. He smirked and pulled out his fingers, his eyes looking around the room for something else that would fit. Then he saw a candle holder with candles on it.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt, you are not thinking about those candles!" Roderich said as sternly as he could in his position. Gilbert laughed and plucked on from the stand before fitting a condom on it. He poured some more lube into his hands and lubricated the candle before pushing it against Roderich.

"I'm pretty sure it's only a third of my size," Gilbert laughed.

"Make that a half," Roderich muttered. Gilbert frowned before he grinned wickedly and pushed the candle into the brunette in one sharp push.

"Gilbert…did you have to—" Roderich's words were drowned out by his moans, and Gilbert could only guess the candle had nudged against the prostate gland and was working its pleasurable magic.

"Damn, I want to be in you," Gilbert muttered as he felt himself getting jealous of the candle in his hand. He let the candle stay inside for a moment as he began to massage the area around Roderich's entrance. When he felt that the muscles had relaxed he pull the candle out and pushed himself against Roderich.

"You aren't thinking about thrusting in, are you?" Roderich said nervously.

"I'm sorry Roddy," Gilbert said before he pushed forward, stopping when he felt the muscles around him tense. Damn it was a good feeling, but it was pretty tight and painful too.

"You don't feel sorry at all, do you?" Roderich gasped. "That was just…it's burning…"

"I really am," Gilbert said as he kissed Roderich's back.

"It's dulled down now," Roderich said after a few minutes, and Gilbert inched in further, feeling liberated as soon as he hit the rectum area.

"Roddy, can you turn around?" Gilbert asked gently, and Roderich slowly moved his body until he was lying with his back on the sheets. His face was flushed and his violet eyes were hazed with lust.

"Did you just get bigger than you already are?" Roderich whispered, and Gilbert chuckled.

"I guess I did," Gilbert replied. "How are you feeling? Can I push it all in?"

Roderich gave him a smile. "I think you can."

Gilbert pushed forward in one thrust and Roderich let out a sharp cry, jolting upwards before falling back into the pillows, panting.

"I'm in." Gilbert announced, and Roderich laughed lightly.

"How does it feel?" Roderich asked, almost shyly, and Gilbert willed himself not to move even though he wanted to ram in like crazy.

"It feels great to be in you."

"Can I sit up?"

Gilbert's eyes glinted. "You want to ride me?"

"No, I don't. I just want to kiss you." Roderich said as his blush deepened.

"Aw…I thought you were an assertive one." Gilbert said as he grabbed Roderich by the waist and pulled him up, making the brunette gasp with surprise. He sat at the edge of the bed and let Roderich sit on his lap facing him.

"How does it feel?" Gilbert asked, and Roderich wiggled his hips with a smile on his face, making Gilbert groan at the explosion of sensations.

"It doesn't really hurt anymore." Roderich replied before he leaned forward for a kiss. Gilbert chuckled as the two lips met and melded into one another. They continued kissing for a while before Gilbert began his mission of planting love bites all around Roderich's skin, focusing on places that weren't easily seen.

Roderich pushed Gilbert down and the albino grinned as he smoothed Roderich's hair out of his face. "I knew you want to ride me," He whispered, and the brunette laughed.

"Of course I do, I'm not the type that sits there and takes it."

Gilbert watched Roderich lift his hips upwards before pushing it back down, letting out a moan of pleasure. It was a tantalizing sight and Gilbert found himself thrusting upwards urgently, wishing to get more of that friction that drove him crazy.

"This isn't good…" Roderich murmured as he moved his hips, "I think I'm cumming."

"So am I…just the sight of you on top of me is enough," Gilbert said.

"How many times should I make you cum?" Roderich asked coyly as he ran a hand on Gilbert's chest.

"I hear dry orgasms are something," Gilbert replied, and Roderich laughed.

Roderich woke up with a sore body. It was pretty hard to have the body accustomed to all sorts of positions it wasn't used to after all. The brunette rolled over and felt a pang of panic when he realized Gilbert wasn't there anymore. He looked around the room nervously, his heart sinking. Had Gilbert left already? Suddenly a mouth-watering aroma caught his nose and he heard the sound of clinking kitchenware. Relieved, Roderich washed his face and brushed his teeth as fast as his hygienic mind would allow before throwing on a robe and heading down to the kitchen, laughing when he saw Gilbert standing in the kitchen butt-naked with a pink apron on.

"Hey, no laughing," Gilbert said with a grin as he turned around. "You should be doing this for me, but I figured you'd be too tired to stand up straight."

Roderich smiled as he poured himself a cup of water. "I'm rejuvenated, thanks to you."

"Anytime, Roddy," Gilbert said with a wink and a cock of his hips, making Roderich laugh again. "Aaaannd, breakfast is served," The albino added as he placed two plates on the table with a flourish.

"It looks wonderful," Roderich said as he sat down and rubbed his hands together.

"Nu-uh, did you brush your teeth?"

"No, mother," Roderich said playfully, and Gilbert clucked his tongue.

"You should wash your teeth and give me a morning kiss."

Roderich laughed. "I'm kidding, I did already."

"You did?" Gilbert asked as he leaned in suspiciously. Roderich grabbed him by the hand and pulled him down for a kiss, and Gilbert smiled against his lips.

"Good. Now eat breakfast," Gilbert said as he sat down opposite of Roderich.

As the two began to eat, Roderich began to feel reality sink in. He had done it with Gilbert and it was the best thing that had ever happened to him, but now he was engaged to Elizaveta and it seemed like he was being unfaithful. In fact, by sleeping with Gilbert on that bed, he had dishonored Elizaveta in a way. Roderich began thinking about having the bed replaced.

"Roddy, we can still see each other, right?" Gilbert asked as he poked at his remaining food. "I feel like a girl by asking this, but I'd like to see you now and then."

"I'll make sure we can spend some more time together." Roderich promised.

Gilbert let out a grunt of frustration. "Why do I feel like a mistress on the side? This is so unawesome."

"Gilbert," Roderich said as he set down his utensils, his violet eyes boring into Gilbert's red ones, "You're my first love. I've given you a couple of my firsts and I plan on giving you every single first I have left."

The albino blinked in surprise before laughing. "Sometimes you just say things that are way out of character."

"That's because I mean it." Roderich said seriously, and Gilbert smiled.

"Thanks, Roddy."

Roderich didn't know how to get himself out of the mess. He was engaged to Elizaveta now and his schedule was almost bursting with parties he had to attend and introduce Elizaveta as his fiancé. He didn't want to do it, but a small part of him saw this as an obligation to the family that raised him.

Despite his full schedule, Roderich still made time for Gilbert, the two often meeting in the house in the maze. Every time they met, Roderich felt more alive than when he was with anyone else. Gilbert's lingering touches would leave a blazing trail of want and Roderich found himself falling deeper and deeper. Despite the bitterness of the time spent with his family and the mild depression of the time he spent with Elizaveta, the days always emerged as happy when he was able to see Gilbert. But now as Roderich thought about it, he was a fool for thinking that he could date Gilbert and be engaged to Elizaveta at the same time. In the end, he could only choose one.

He chose Elizaveta.

Don't worry, Roderich and Gilbert will have their happy ending...some time later.

If you're wondering, Chopin's Ballade no.1 in G minor was played in the movie "The Pianist".

I hope you all enjoyed reading this!