Gilbert reached Roderich in the kitchen for lunch. The austrian sat composed and when he saw him, he get turned slightly away. As soon as the Prussian sat down, they began to eat, surrounded by an awkward silence that the albino couldn't understand.
Once finished lunch, Gilbert stood up and cleared the table.
"I'll clean up the dishes".
Roderich nodded and got up to go into the living room. He sat down and began to think. Gilbert finished in a short time to do the dishes and joined him in the living room, sitting on the other side of the couch.
Roderich was silent for a while before speaking.
"Beilschmidt.. Can I ask you a question?".
"Hm? Yes, do as well", Gilbert looked at him, quiet.
"What do you think? That I am really embroiled with this matter or that I'm innocent?". Roderich began to look at the prussian, determined to have an answer.
The other looked at him for a while, thinking for a few seconds, but then he replied.
"All the evidences are against you. But there are things that I can't explain. In an hour I personally will controll the residence of those guys".
As soon as he heard those words, Roderich was alerted and looked at Gilbert with a serious and worried expression.
"What?", said Gilbert arrogant. "Did you really think that I would let them do as they please? Thanks to you we found out where some of the members of the Resistance are hiding and this certainly won't go unnoticed. Soon I'll go to headquarters and warn my men, so that they'll burst into their home".
Roderich was looking at him worried and upset. "And what will happens to them?", He asked.
"Why do you worry about them now? According to your own words, you never had anything to do with them", pointed out the SS.
"It is true, but.. They are just kids and they just want the good for this country. So, tell me Beilschmidt, what will happen to them?". Roderich stared at the crimson eyes of man before him, determined.
Gilbert looked at him, intrigued and enticed by that stronger side of him.
"They will be arrested. I personally will make them an interrogation, see that I have to follow your case. Later they will be imprisoned and the fine that they will have to paid will be very high".
"There is no way to avoid it..? I mean-". Roderich didn't have time to finish his sentence that the blood in his veins froze instantly. Gilbert was looking at him so serious, with a look that seemed to foretell the terrible future of Roderich if he would have continued to speak. His eyes were again of a ruby scarlet, but his face was now obscured, as he grimly watched the boy ahead him.
The Austrian was silent, cold sweat. He could not pronounce other words.
Fortunately, if so we can say, Gilbert began to speak.
"Why you want to protect them now? Do you know that get involved will not bring you anything good?".
Roderich mused. The man before him was right: if he had tried to help them, most likely he even would be arrested with the very serious charge of protecting the Reich's traitors.
The boy was silent, but tried to calm himself. He adjusted his shirt and stood up.
"Yes.. You're right, sorry". He wanted to move away from him and from the unfortunate turn that their speech was taking. He walked into the kitchen to drink a glass of water, but het still felt uncomfortable, he felt Gilbert's eyes upon himself.
"You know.. I was thinking about the strange turn that this investigation is taking". Gilbert started talking and got up from the couch. Roderich had his back to him, slowly drinking from his glass, but he felt the Prussian's steps as he approached.
"First you are accused of keeping Jews in your house and now it seems you to be part of the Resistance.. An interesting case yours, right? To make matters worse, I found you reading one of the banned books here, in Germany".
Roderich didn't have time to protest that he found himself locked against the kitchen table, in front of which he was drinking.
Gilbert surrounded Roderich's waist with one arm and with the other arm Gilbert blocked one of Roderich's hand on the table, while pressing the boy aganist the table with his body. Roderich was almost shocked for how he found himself in that position, he was trapped.
The hand that surrounded Roderch's waist went up, stroking over his shirt his belly and chest, then moved on the neck and stopping to touch his chin, so to make him stand still.
"Beilschmidt..?". His voice trembled, as well as his body.
Gilbert smiled and brought his face close to the boy's one. Roderich could feel his breath against his neck.
"Little Prince.. Now won't you tell me that you're even gay, right?". Gilbert smiled in amusement as Roderich cold sweat, worried by the behavior of the Prussian.
"I am not gay..!". Roderich tried to free himself from Gilbert's grip, waving himself, but that only made it worse: Gilbert increased the strength in his grip and leaned him on the table with a push, while with one hand he held the boy's hair from behind.
"Oh? You mean that at least on this you're innocent?".
Roderich still tried to free himself, but he knew that the albino was too strong for him.
"I told you I'm not!".
Gilbert looked at him and bit the austrian's ear hard enough to hurt him and let go out a small drop of blood.
Roderich restrained himself from screaming, but he had all the muscles tense and eyes wide open in amazement.
When Gilbert released him and Roderich leaned for a moment on the table, still in shock and out of breath. Shortly after he got up and gave himself an adjusted. Bravely he looked back at Gilbert, angry but still agitated.
"What were you thinking about?!".
Gilbert stood looking at him, calm, slightly amused. Roderich looked at him but he couldn't hold his gaze in that moment.
"I go to the bathroom for a moment". The boy said, heading toward the bathroom and closing himself in.
He leaned against the door, still agitated. His body and his mind they still suffered from such treatment. Thinking back, he puts a hand on his left ear and went to look in the mirror. His face was red, especially on the cheeks. He looked the ear: the bite mark was made even more evident by the small drops of blood on it. Roderich was thinking about that moment, only to realize that something was moving in his pants.
As soon as he realized what was that, he had started to shake. No, he couldn't be excited for what had happened. With arms he was holding on to the sink, then he sat down at the edge of the bathtub trying to escape from those thoughts.
Breathing slowly he tried to calm himself. After a few minutes he began to take care of the bite he had: despite having removed the blood, the sign was evident. He decided that he would be careful to cover it with his hair.
As soon as all of this will end, Roderich will make him pay for this. So he decided.
When he came out from the bathroom he walked toward the living room, finding that Gilbert was putting on his long black jacket. Roderich stopped when he saw him, at a safe distance.
"Why have you done that to me?", he asked, still angry.
"Mh?", Gilbert looked up settling in the head his SS hat. He looked quiet, but then smiled. "I wanted to see how you'd react."
"But you bite me!".
"Yes, so what?", Gilbert smiled, amused. "No one ever bite you?".
"Of course not". Roderich was serious.
"Mh.. I like a bit of violence", he smiled adjusting himself. "I have to go. Make sure that when I come back you're still here".
The austrian watched him in silence.
"I have many books if you want to read, the food is in the kitchen and there should also be some tea, little prince." Gilbert smiled pronouncing that word, knowing that the boy doesn't stand it when it was referring to him.
"Why should I stay here?".
"Because I must not lose you. I'll be away for a couple of hours, so found yourself something to do. If something serious happens, come to seek me to the SS department". Gilbert looked at him, then after a brief greeting, he went away.
Roderich stood alone in that house. So he decided to look for a book and start reading.
An hour passed. Gilbert watched the two young guys who were waving in the arms of the Gestapo agents as they carried them in cars to take them to headquarters.
The boys agitated themselve and shouted, opposing to the brutes ways of the agents.
Gilbert looked at them, quiet, silent. As soon as the house was freed from their presence he came along with two of his colleagues and began to look in every corner and in every drawer, nothing had to escape from his view.
Sorry for making you wait for this chapter.