Gilbert glanced over at the Russian as he unbuttoned his coat and threw it over a chair. Ivan climbed onto the soft couch to press his lips to his lover's cheek and asked "Did you miss me?"

"Of course I did." The German tangled his hands in sand-blonde hair and pulled him down into a kiss.

Many things had changed after they returned to Ivan's home in Moscow. East Germany could no longer attend the world meetings, but had gained a greater autonomy as a country while the Russian made sure Gilbert was the first to taste every joy and privilege the Soviet Union had to offer. The lines separating master and servant were erased and they now stood side-by-side as equals, although with one condition.

Gilbert was to never cross the wall dividing East and West. "Out of sight and out of mind, da?"

The massive concrete and steel structure was an anniversary present from Ivan, a gift the blonde unwrapped with a smile. It was true after all, there was no need to pursue anyone else when the Russian faithfully gave him everything he wanted and as the years flew by Gilbert forgot the sound of his brother voice.

Pale hands clenched the sheets as they made love in the bed they shared and the German willingly gave his body to the larger man. Despite the occasional curious glance to the West, Ivan owned him now, body and soul.

…

On a cold and dreary morning, a twenty-something year-old watched Gilbert from behind a newspaper as they waited for a train. The German gave a quick glimpse in his direction and pulled a coat tighter around his throat. There was something unexplainable about the proletariat in ratty jeans that made him feel naked and exposed. It didn't take a watch to figure out that the train would be late again and he refused to spend another second alone with the unnerving stranger. Taking a step off the platform, Gilbert saw him toss the periodical aside to give chase.

The stranger was fast and strong, in an instant he caught up with the East German and wrapped his arms around a slender waist. "Follow me." He whispered in his ear with a husky tone that made the smaller man shudder.The mysterious man took his hand and led him through the narrow streets to a one-room apartment where he peeled off a leather cap, revealing a face that made Gilbert gasp.

Short, golden hair framed a handsome face and eyes bluer than any sky shone at him. "West? ...Is that you?" He asked hesitantly, afraid this was another cruel dream. Ludwig cupped his brother's cheek and nodded with a smile "Yes, it is."

Seeing the blonde after so long was bringing back all the emotions he had kept buried deep inside for so long. With a shriek of joy, Gilbert threw his arms around the younger German's neck and crushed their lips together in a passionate kiss. "But how did you get here?" He wondered between butterfly kisses along his lover's jaw. "I used a fake passport and work visa… I was going to lose my mind if I went another day without you."

This was ridiculous. Gilbert swore that he had moved on and yet all it took was a smile from the blonde before his pants came off. Although even as he kissed the man has loved for so long, the East German couldn't shake the feeling that he was forgetting something important. Pushing the thin shred of doubt out of his mind, he pulled his brother down onto a bed pushed against the wall. Old springs groaned as blonde shifted to straddle his hips and was rewarded with a heated moan when their groins touched. Gilbert's fingers made quick work of the buttons on his brother's flannel shirt and licked the sun-kissed skin like it was the only thing keeping him alive. "Oh God, I missed you so much." He pleaded desperately in a language he had seemingly forgotten years ago.

Slowly and carefully, he stripped his older sibling to the waist and rolled a tawny nub of flesh between his forefinger and thumb. Gilbert held the strong man close and arched his back into the touch.

With a sharp tug the blonde found himself suddenly looking up at his smirking brother. "I can't let you have all the fun, can I?" He grinned as he pulled his brother's firm length from his tight jeans and ran his tongue up the side. "Even your cock weeps in joy at being together again." The platinum blonde teased as he licked up each tear his body had to offer. Ludwig blushed and parted his lips in a silent gasp when his brother climbed onto his lap.

Gilbert's trousers were long gone and his manhood stood at full attention, eagerly waiting his lover's touch.

The blonde took a bottle of oil off the nightstand and poured a healthy amount of the cool fluid onto the heated flesh offered to him. The East German grit his teeth and groaned at the sudden drop in temperature, bucking his hips against the hands stroking him far too slowly. One hand dipped low to fondle neglected orbs while the other pumped him with a firm hand.

Ludwig smirked at the beads of sweat forming at his brother's brow and pushed a slickened finger inside experimentally. A longing sigh of 'West…' and tight cheeks rubbing the blonde's dripping arousal was all the permission he needed. He grabbed pale hips and pulled them down onto his aching need, earning a scream of pleasure from the smaller man.

Easing himself down to the hilt, ruby eyes caught blue in a glare that was more thrilling than threatening "You naughty boy…just sticking it in like that."

The blonde licked his lips at the delicious sight in front of him "Then you're going to love my next trick."

Before Gilbert could respond, his younger brother topped him and wrapped long legs around his waist. Ludwig smirked as he lifted slender hips off the bed to impale the Prussian even deeper with powerful thrusts. The elder German's length leaked precum as it was wedged between two hot bodies. Short nails dragged red lines down a toned back and Gilbert's face flushed at how perfect he fit inside of him, like a lock and a key.

The lock was released with loud scream, splashing white seed on a muscular chest. The already tight heat around Ludwig's throbbing member became unbearable and he lost himself completely with a cry of his brother's name. Grabbing a fistful of golden hair, he crushed their lips together and surrendered completely to his beloved.

With a tender kiss and a sheet draped over their nude bodies, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

…

Gilbert was roused from sleep when the sun hung low in the sky and with a gentle kiss on his brother's forehead, he felt like this was how it should be. The blonde languidly opened his eyes and smiled warmly "I love you."

Taking his lips, the elder German admitted with a simple honesty "I love you, too." Ludwig held pale shoulders tightly as he explored a sensitive spot on his sibling's neck with his mouth. His bit his lip to stifle a giggle "West stop it, that tickles…"

The repetitive, faraway sound of a clock drew Gilbert's eyes and he harshly shoved his sibling aside. The blonde was hurt at the sudden rejection and asked what was wrong with a knitted brow. His brother tugged on a pair of trousers and abandoned their bed to search for the rest of his clothes. "We never should have done this."

The sharp words were a knife embedded in Ludwig's chest "Don't say that!" The pain he felt was clear and the blade was twisted when he tried to hold his lover only to be pushed away again.

"This was a mistake alright?" He forced and turned away before his little brother could see his pain "Ivan's going to be home at any minute and he's knows I didn't go to work today." Gilbert grew uneasy at the thought of what was waiting for him at home, maybe if he confessed everything the Russian would let them live.

The blonde was confused and hesitant "I don't understand, one minute you love me and the next you're throwing me out the door…?" Guilt gnawed at his insides as he watched his lover wrap a shirt around a thin frame, shamefully hiding the marks of their lovemaking. The elder German leaned on the doorway and looked back at Ludwig, saying "Get out of the country and avoid as many checkpoints as you can. I'll come up with something to tell the big guy and-" He paused for a moment and knew that if he lived, he would never see his little brother again. "…it's best for the both of us if you consider me dead after today."

"No!" The blonde's hand shot out and he pulled the smaller man into his arms. Gilbert squirmed and fought back hopelessly against the tight embrace until he gave up, resting his head on a warm chest. He sighed deeply and could hear the soothing thud of his sibling's heartbeat.

I never should have left you.

It was a long time before the Prussian broke the silence with a depressed question "Why did you come here?" Ludwig held his lover's face in his hands and smiled "Because I can't live without you."

In the back of Gilbert's guilt-ridden mind he remembered the Russian, in both anger and bliss.