HOLY MOTHER OF GOD IT'S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I'VE SEEN YOU GUYS! Ok so don't get mad for me taking so long please. I just havent had TIME lately! Schools started recently and ugh. I know I shouldn't make excuses but hey. Anyways, because this took so long to do I tried to make this as long as possible. Sorry if it's a bit confusing (I tried to write it as fast as possible), but here's the specific GerIta chap I promised! Please enjoy, and remember to review. It makes things go faster. Thanks so much for your support you guys!

Alice.


"Alright, niiice and easy." The nurse said, lifting Feliciano from his bed as gently as possible. The italian grunted, clinging to the man as a slight pain shot through his chest. He slowly began to ease the boy into the wheelchair that sat waiting for him. He let out a painful groan as he felt some of his bones shift at the sudden upright position. He had been laying down for a few days and wasn't even able to sit upright. He let out a relieved sigh when he was finally seated comfortably in the chair. "Alright, all settled in? Good. Now you're really going to need to take it easy for the next few days. Don't do anything that puts strain on your body, see if someone can help you with anything that requires moving around a lot. I understand you're going to be staying with a friend of yours. Mister-.. How do you pronounce it I'm sorry." The nurse explained, giving an apologetic look when asking.

"Beilschmidt." Feliciano muttered. The nurse smiled brightly again, showing off his bright white teeth.

"Good, good! So as I said, make sure he helps you with anything you need. Don't forget to take your medicine, and take some pain pills if the pain ever gets too bad. And if nothing seems to be getting any better, come back to see us, alright? Have a nice day! I'll go get Mr. Beilschmidt." He cheered, waving at the boy before disappearing into the other room. He frowned, reaching trembling thin arms down to the wheels. He could move himself, right? He tried his best to push against the wheels hoping to go further, but cried out as the muscles in his arm gave out before he could even move an inch. He groaned in frustration. Why was he so weak?! Was he really going to have to depend on Ludwig this much? He was really beginning to regret choosing to live with him over Antonio. He really didn't want to be this much of a burden.

He only did it because they convinced him that living with Ludwig would be all over better. Not only did Ludwig have more space, he actually had a good financial situation unlike Antonio who was stuck in a pit of debt. On top of it all Antonio kept mouthing ridiculous things to him. You'd like it, Amigo. You know you want to. Your little crush, amigo~. Things like this made the italian's face blush a bright red and look away from the grinning spaniard. But of course, he had to go with choosing to live with the German. He really was beginning to feel guilty, like he was going to be a tremendous burden upon the blonde man.

"Hey." Ludwig's deep voice startled Feliciano out of his thoughts. Ludwig smirked, walking behind the boy and resting his hands on the handles that came from behind the chair. "Ready?" Feliciano gave a small nod, and squeaked when he suddenly started to move. He looked up and behind him, watching the man's face for any sign of unhappiness, and he was relieved when he saw the man's straight face. He led the boy through the many halls of the hospital, grumbling at how he never could understand why people made hospitals so complicated. When he finally managed to find the exit, he smiled when pushing the boy outside.

"You ready?" He asked, opening the front door then looking to the boy for acknowledgement. Feliciano nodded, and Ludwig turned back to the car and decided it would be more comfortable for the boy if he leaned the seat back a little bit. While he was doing so, Feliciano had a thought. He knew he shouldn't, but he thought he was strong enough to at least stand on his own. He tried as hard as he could to find strength in his weak arms, slowly managing to push himself out of the chair and on to the ground on wobbly legs. I'm doing it.. I'm doing it! He thought happily, the confidence in his strength growing even more. He finally managed to stand completely on his own, without the help of the chair.

"Alright, let's get you- Feliciano!" Ludwig cried out in worry as the boy's body tumbled over and crashed into his torso. He quickly caught the boy as to keep him from falling, Feliciano clutching around his middle desperately. Feliciano's cheeks flushed brightly when he realized not only was his face pressed against the taller man's muscular chest, he was practically being held by the german. "You have to be more careful, Feliciano. And besides, you could have just waited for me to help you. The doctor said you can really move around, remember?" He scolded, but in a much softer voice than the italian would have expected only causing his face to redden further in embarrassment.

"I-... I'm s-sorry.." He stuttered out. Ludwig only patted his head softly.

"There's no need to be sorry. Just don't push yourself, alright? I don't want you to get hurt again." Feliciano looked up to meet the other's bright blue eyes. He wanted to smile, he had never seen this side of Ludwig before. He seemed so... Caring and loving. He was only used to seeing the concerned, worried, angry or frustrated sides of the german, but now he was beginning to really see the good side of him. Yes, he had always known Ludwig to be caring of him, but he was positive that those instances were only out of pity and worry, but now was different. He was really doing his best to actually and literally take care of him.

He squeaked when he felt his body being lifted off of the ground with ease, Ludwig gently laying him down against the leather of the seat. Feliciano hissed at the pain in his ribs, causing worry to twist Ludwigs face again.

"Oh no, does that hurt?! Do you need me to lower it more? What do you need me to do?!" He asked frantically, his hands held in front of him ready to do whatever the boy needed. Feliciano only shook his head.

"No, its-... It's fine, I'll be fine. It doesn't hurt anymore." He tried his best to smile, but the pain in his face wouldn't allow him. Ludwig let out a sigh of relief, and shut the door only to walk around to the drivers side. Within seconds, they were on the road. Feliciano's head lolled over to the side on his neck, his brown eye fixed on the focused driver.

"L-...Ludwig?" He spoke out. The german hummed in response, not taking his eyes off of the road in front of them. "I-.. I just wanted to s-say... Thank you. So much." He stuttered. Ludwig smiled, finally looking over to him.

"For what, Feliciano?"

"F-for letting me stay with you..." He mumbled, his eye moving away from the older man's stare. Ludwig chuckled, reaching a hand over to gently pat the boy's leg.

"It's not a problem at all. After all, I couldn't just let you stay there by yourself. Yes, Antonio would have taken you in, but I honestly don't think he'd have been much help. But really Feliciano, it's no problem. I'm actually pleased you wanted to stay with me." His smile grew wider with each word. Feliciano was surprisingly shocked.

"R-really?"

"Yes. I'm flattered." Ludwig admitted, looking back to the road, hoping the boy wouldn't notice the blush beginning to creep onto his face. He really was flattered that he did choose him though. Ludwig was almost a stranger to him, only seeing him for less than an hour every day. Feliciano knew nothing about him, and Ludwig knew nothing about Feliciano. Yet, Ludwig had offered to let the student live with him, and said student agreed, despite the opportunity to live with someone Ludwig presumed he had known for quite some time. He trusted him enough to let the older man take care of him, and that felt good to Ludwig.

"Here we are." Ludwig said, finally breaking the awkward silence as they pulled into the driveway. Feliciano rolled his head over on his neck to face forward, and sat in awe at how nice looking the small house looked. The majority of his life, the italian had only lived in shitty run down apartments, even when his parents were alive. So naturally, seeing a nicely kept home was a nice change for the boy. Ludwig got out of his side of the car and quickly began to unbuckle and scooped the boy into his arms with the same ease as before, beginning to walk towards the wooden door with glass in the center. Ludwig sighed. "It's not much, but there's a guest bedroom I'll let you stay in, plenty of food or whatever you need. Please, by all means, make yourself at home. Well, I'm going to have to do everything for you for a little while, but I mean after you can walk and move around, please do as you'd like." A small smile finally graced Feliciano's lips as the german tried to be as hospitable as possible. Ludwig began to carry the thin boy through the house, throwing a door to what Feliciano assumed to belong to a bedroom open. He gently laid him on his back onto the soft mattress, Feliciano letting out a sigh of relief as his body relaxed. "Be right back." Ludwig called out before dashing out of the room. He returned moments later with what looked like a suitcase in one hand and a medium sized box in the other. Ludwig tossed the suitcase on to the bed beside the boy and softly laid the box down at his feet.

"Antonio dropped these off to me before we left at the hospital. He said he got most of your stuff, but is this really it?" He frowned as the boy slowly nodded. "I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anywhere specific you'd like to put anything?" Feliciano pondered for a bit. He wasn't expecting to stay with the older man for that much longer, so what's the point of unpacking everything if he'd only pack it back up in no time? So instead he only shrugged.

"I-is it okay if I do it later? I- I mean, I'm not trying to be lazy or anything! I j-just-"

"Shh! It's alright Feliciano. It's your stuff. I mean, as long as it doesn't end up everywhere, it's fine, really." Ludwig explained calmly, sitting down next to him on the mattress, the mattress squeaking out in protest against the extra weight. Feliciano looked up at Ludwig with his good eye, watching his expression. Even though the man had said he wasn't a bother, he just wanted to make sure. But Ludwig showed no sign of anger or any kind of unhappiness from the boys presence. Instead, when the german's blue eyes locked with the boy's brown orb, he smiled and gently ruffled his hair. Feliciano blushed and instantly look away. Ludwig pulled his hand away and grunted, his face twisting into a small frown as he examined the skin of his palm.

"Hey, Feliciano? Did they ever-... Bathe you or anything?" He cringed at how harsh his own words sounded, but luckily they didn't seem to bother him. Feliciano nodded.

"Yeah, b-but only once." He admitted to his embarrassment. Ludwig looked at him, not with disgust, but more of a feeling of pity for him, and a disgust of the people in the hospital that didn't even bother with something such as simple hygiene.

"Do you.. Want to take one now? I mean if you want, it's just that I wouldn't think it would be very..-" He paused to think of the right word. "Comfortable, to be wearing the same clothes and not being able to take a bath or anything."

"It isn't... And my hair feels gross. My sweat's making it stick to m-my forehead." I noticed Ludwig mused to himself, but reached over to carry the boy once more. Feliciano let out a squeak in protest at the sudden jolt from being still on the bed to being jerked into the air. By instinct, he clung to the bigger man's neck.

"Then let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" He hummed to himself as he opened the door of the bedroom once more and out into the hallway. Feliciano, on the other hand, had frozen up with a deep blush spread across his cheeks. We? He was surprised when they had passed the small bathroom in the hallway, expecting for Ludwig to bring him there. But instead, he brought him to the other room in the house, which was the large master bedroom. Feliciano was surprised at how neat it was. Sure, the guest bedroom would be clean because nobody was ever there. But his room somehow seemed cleaner than the other. He snapped out of his thoughts when Ludwig brought him into the large, luxurious looking bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. Feliciano's eye widened. It looked so nice.. And the tub was huge! Well, to him at least. He had only ever used the tiny ones that were in apartments. Feliciano was started out of his thoughts again when Ludwig sat him down on the closed seat of the toilet.

It was then that Ludwig realized what was going, and a blush was beginning to grow on his face as well.

"I-… Um, are you going to be able to do this yourself?" He asked sheepishly, chuckling when he noticed the reddened color on the boy's face deepen.

"Y-yeah! Of course!" He exclaimed, reaching down to pull up his shirt that the hospital had generously supplied. He wanted to scream out in frustration at how weak he was. He was struggling just trying to take off his shirt?! Ludwig sighed, noticing the boys troubles.

"H-here." He muttered, helping to pull the cotton over his head. Feliciano's face flushed even worse as the cold air hit his bare skin, causing him to try and cover his chest and stomach with his thin bony arms. Ludwigs eyes widened when he saw what he did. He had seen the boy shirtless (well, completely naked at that, but he tried not to think about that at a time like this.) before, but now he was actually allowing his eyes to roam over the skin, not having to worry about getting him to safety. His chest was covered in even more bruises, as well as a long scarred over gash that ran up diagonally on his chest. Ludwig reached out his hand, pausing before letting himself touch the boy, looking up into his good eye for approval. Feliciano nodded, and he proceeded to gently run a finger along the scar. It made his own chest hurt just looking at it. The skin around the actual wound was swollen severely, varying in colors from a slight red to a dark purple. He traced the thick mark downward, his eyes flicking up every now and then to make sure he wasn't hurting the boy. How had he not seen this before? Was it just because he was in such a panic he didn't even have time to notice?

"Feliciano? Does this hurt?" He asked in a panic when he saw a tear roll down the boys cheek. Feliciano quickly wiped his cheek with his arm, shaking his head.

"N-no... It's just... R-r-emembering it..." He choked out, trying to block any more of the hot tears bubbling up from behind his eyes. Ludwig quickly retracted his hand, a look of sadness masking over his face.

"I'm so sorry, Feliciano. I'm so sorry something so terrible had to happen to you. But I promise, he wont do it again. It wouldn't be possible for him to do it again. You're safe now. I wont let him, or anyone for that matter, hurt you ever again." Feliciano couldn't stand it anymore. The tears he had been desperately trying to hold bad all came out at once at the mans words. He threw his thin arms around Ludwig's broad shoulders, burying his face in the skin of the bigger man's neck while he sobbed. Ludwig sighed deeply, wrapping his muscular arms tightly around the boy's frame, giving a small yet comforting squeeze. He stroked the back of his hair while quietly shushing. "It's ok. It's all okay now. It's going to be ok. It's alright." He cooed softly into the boys ear. After a few moments, Feliciano finally pulled himself together, releasing his grip on the german. But to Feliciano's surprise, Ludwig didn't let go. He continued to hug him, only without shushing him now. Feliciano liked being in Ludwig's arms the way he was now. It made him feel safe, comfortable. It was completely different from when Lovino would cradle him in bed after they had done... Those things.

Ludwig finally pulled away, trying his best to smile wanting to lighten the mood. "So, are you going to take a bath or what?" Feliciano slightly chuckled, wiping away the leftover tears.

"Y-yeah..." He reached down, about to unbutton his pants but he froze, realizing that the larger man was still in front of him watching him. "U-um..." He muttered sheepishly, his face flushing once more. Ludwig frowned.

"Right, sorry. But wait-... I have to make sure you can do everything though, right? I mean you couldn't even take your shirt off. Something tells me you are going have trouble with the pants as well." Feliciano's eye widened. He's going to take my pants off too?! "I-I mean I wont do anything you're not comfortable with, I just kind of figured you would need help." He explained. Feliciano nodded, and continued trying to undo his pants. He managed to undo the button and pull down the zipper, but began to struggle when he tried to actually pull them off. Ludwig raised an eyebrow, and Feliciano sighed while nodding. Ludwig sat down in front of him, yanking his jeans from under his backside eliciting a small yelp from the italian. Feliciano felt his face heat up as he sat in only a pair of underwear in front of the man. Ludwig did everything he could not to chuckle at the boy's adorable expression, and how cute he looked with that blush covering his cheeks. When he realized the boy wasn't going to take off his underwear in front of him, he shook his head while standing up. He turned around, his back now facing the boy and he began to turn the faucet to turn on the water. Feliciano realized what he was doing, and did his best to wiggle out of the boxers. Unsure where to put them, he tossed them into the pile where the rest of his clothes sat. He started to shiver, the freezing top of the toilet he was sitting on was sending a chill from his now bare bottom up his spine. All the while, Ludwig continued checking the water to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold as well as eventually adding bubbles. He figured it might help him relax a little. And hide him to not let Ludwig see his-... No. He wouldn't even think about it. "You ready?"

"Mhm..." He grunted quietly in response. Ludwig turned around to face the boy finally, smirking at how his hands instantly shot down to cover his lower regions.

"Feliciano.. As weird as this might sound, I have seen you naked before." Before he could continue, the boy's cheeks instantly turned fifty shades darker and he looked down, trying to hide his face from under his shaggy choppy hair. "Plus, it's not like you have anything different from what I have." He added with a chuckle. Feliciano gave a small shrug, and without warning Ludwig picked up the boy once again, earning a squeak from him. He slowly lowered the boy into the bubbly water, Feliciano letting out a pleasurable sigh as the water instantly left a wonderful feeling all over his skin. The warmth slowly soaked some of the pain away and he relaxed back onto the back of the tub.

"Is it okay?" Ludwig asked, making sure he was comfortable. Feliciano groaned happily, nodding as he did so while closing his eyes.

"It's perfect. Thank you." Ludwig smiled.

"No problem. Alright, well um.. Do you want me to leave now? Because I will if you want." To his surprise, Feliciano shook his head.

"N-no... Can you-, can you stay? I-I don't want to be alone..." He breathed while sinking deeper into the warmth. Ludwig paused for a moment, but soon smiled once more and sat down next to the tub.

"Whatever you want, Feliciano. Whatever you want." Feliciano smiled brightly, his good eye staring happily into the older man's sky blue ones. He was so amazed by that intense color of his eyes... Such a bright shade of blue. Like the way the sky looked over a calm ocean. He wasn't sure he had ever seen that color in anyone's eyes before. They were so beautiful...

"L-ludwig?"

"Mm?"

"I-... Your eyes... They're very pretty." He admitted sheepishly, looking deeper into them. Ludwig cocked his head to the side.

"Really? Nobody's ever told me that before."

"They are.." The boy reassured, earning another happy smile.

"Well thank you."

Feliciano relaxed even deeper into the water, his nose almost submerged as well. He breathed slowly and deeply, allowing the feeling of comfort to take over his entire body. He felt like he was floating.. Floating in the most comfortable place he had ever been. He snapped out of his trance when he felt the other man's hand on his head, rubbing through his hair gently. His eye snapped open to reveal the german's face a bit closer to his, a happy smile on his face as he stroked the boys hair gently. He noticed that this was becoming a habit for the man, but he didn't really mind. It felt nice, comforting almost.

"Here, I'll help you with your hair." He gently cupped a bit of water in his hands and dumped it over the boys hair, doing this a few times until the brown locks were completely soaked. He reached over to grab the bottle of shampoo and squeezed some into his hands. He slowly worked it through the boys hair, gently massaging the boys scalp as he did so. Feliciano let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He really did feel like he was in heaven.

He suddenly let out a gasp when Ludwig's fingers ran over a spot on his scalp. A spot that a certain oddball curl stuck out from. He wasn't sure why, but that spot on his head had always been a very ...sensitive spot for him. Sometimes his brother would even tease and yank on the curl, and it would drive him insane with pleasure. A light blush crept over his face when he saw Ludwig looking at him in confusion.

"Something wrong?" He asked with slight concern. Feliciano blinked a few times before shaking his head.

"N-no, sorry... It's... I-.." He didn't even know where to start explaining. "My head's just.. sensitive?" Ludwig raised an eyebrow, massaging over the spot once more. Feliciano yelped out, covering his face with his hands and curling his body closer to him. Ludwig chuckled.

"I'm sorry. I wont do that anymore." He said. No..please do it more... Feliciano pleaded in his mind, but said nothing aloud. He didn't even want to think about how the other would react to those words.

He let out a squeak when he felt Ludwig pour more water over his hair.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to startle you." He said softly, doing the action again and again until there was no more soap in the brown locks. As Ludwig did his best to rinse the boy's hair quickly, he made a mental note to take the boy to get a hair cut.

"Alright, well I'm done. I'll be right back so I can grab a towel. There's soap right there and a washcloth if you want to do that while I'm gone." He explained, pushing himself off of the tile ground. Feliciano nodded, and grabbed the soap as soon as the man left. He quickly ran it over the skin of his arm, scrubbing much harder than he knew he should be. But he didn't care. He just wanted to be clean...

You'll never be clean.

Feliciano's eyes widened. What... What was that voice just now?

You'll always be filthy. Contaminated. Dirty. You'll never be able to clean away what happened.

"Fratello?"

A shiver ran down his spine. Why did the water feel so cold all of a sudden? He felt himself beginning to scrub harder and harder, the skin over his arm beginning to burn. He dragged the soap around to his chest, scrubbing deep into the already bruised skin. Pain shot through him, but only one thought stayed in his mind.

I have to get clean...

His hand shot for the washcloth, and he quickly lathered it as well. Practically slamming it against himself, he began to dig his nails into his skin through the cloth. He hissed in pain when he felt a few drops of blood seep into the water. I have to get clean!

"Feliciano?!" Ludwig's panicked voice boomed off of the walls. Feliciano was in such a trance he didn't even realize him. Ludwig dropped the towel in hand and ran to the boy, prying his hands away from his body.

"What are you doing?!" He almost shouted. Feliciano's eye snapped to meet Ludwig's blue pools of confusion. He blinked a few times, dropping the cloth somewhere in the water.

"I-..." His mouth hung open. He couldn't find the words. He wasn't even sure what had just happened.

"Oh god, Feliciano, you're bleeding!" He quickly pulled the drain plug and reached in to gently but quickly pull the boy out of the water, wrapping the shivering body in the warm towel. He picked him up once more and carried him into his bedroom, laying him down on the bed. "Don't move, I'll be right back!" He dashed out of the room, searching for his medical supplies. Feliciano only sat there, frozen in place. What was going on? He looked down at his chest, and his eye widened as they met with a bloody mess. His entire chest was stained with red, and it slowly dripped lower and lower on his body as well as staining the white towel. Had he done that? Why did he do that? To get clean... Ah yes. But why-... Why did he do this to himself? Ludwig ran back into the room, carelessly tossing the supplies onto the end of the bed. With a wet washcloth he gently dabbed away the blood running down his chest, careful not to touch the re-opened wound. He reached for a bottle of neosporin, hoping it would help as well. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was doing. He just knew he had to stop the bleeding as quickly as possible.

By the time Ludwig began gently pressing gauze to the wound, Feliciano had begun to feel dizzy and lightheaded. His vision was swimming and blurry. "Alright, how's that?" Ludwig asked when he had finished. He looked at Feliciano's blank expression and frowned. "Feliciano?"

Feliciano shook his head, trying to ignore and force away the pain in his body. "I-it's fine. Thank you." Ludwig ran his hand along the side of the boy's face.

"You don't look so good. I'll go get you some clothes and then you can sleep, okay?" As he slowly began to slide off the bed, Feliciano's hand shot out to grab his arm. Ludwig's blue eyes widened in shock. He examined the boy's face. He looked panicked, as if he had just seen something disturbing. "Feliciano?" He felt the boy's grip on his wrist tighten.

"Please-..." He muttered out, his lips quivering. Ludwig wasn't sure if he was cold or scared.. "D-..Don't leave ag-gain." Ludwig sighed.

"I'll only be a second I promise. Then I'll be back and wont leave, alright? I promise, I wont be long." Ever so slowly, his grip on the man's wrist loosened, and Ludwig hurried out and into the guest bedroom. Grabbing what he figured would be most comfortable, he walked quickly back into his own room to meet with a half asleep-looking italian.

He smirked. He looked so adorable with that half-lidded eye... He brought the clothes over and sat them next to the boy. He reached out for the boy, offering his hand to take away the now almost completely red towel. When he took the towel away, a bright blush covered his face in an instant. Feliciano's eye widened when he realized that he wasn't being covered anymore, and brought his legs together as well as covering his groin with his hands.

"You're-..."

"N-no! It's n-not-.. I'm not-! You d-don't understand I-... I told you my head was sensitive!" Ludwig's eyes were stuck on where his hands were covering. He was so confused... The boy had gotten flustered when he had touched said "sensitive spot", but then he had been in pain moments ago, and now he had an erection?

"Why..." Feliciano covered his face in the pillows in shame.

"When... When y-you t-touched my h-head... I... I.. And wh-when you l-left I th-thought ab-bout it a-and..."

"I didn't realize you meant that kind of sensitive..." Ludwig muttered, trying (and failing) to pry his eyes away from the boys nether regions.

"D-don't look!" Feliciano cried out in embarrassment. The german could only blink a few times. What.. What was he going to do? Was Feliciano just going to ignore it? But it looked bad...

"Well do you... Are you going to take care of it?" Ludwig asked awkwardly. Feliciano looked at him in confusion.

"H-huh?"

"I mean are you just going to l-leave it like that?" Feliciano's confusion only grew.

"Wh-what am I supposed to do about it?" Ludwig's eyes widened further. With all that this boy has been through, he didn't know how to relieve himself?! A thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately tried to push the thought out of his mind. Would he need to do it for him? No.. He wouldn't do that to the boy. Not after what he'd been through.

"You've never... You know.. relieved yourself before?" He asked sheepishly. Feliciano shook his head.

"Fratello always did something when this happened.. " He admitted. "But.. I never liked it.. He'd never let me feel good... or he'd hurt me..." Ludwig frowned at his words. Feliciano's face began to twist into a slightly pained expression as he looked down at himself. Ludwig sighed, sucking up the courage to ask him.

"Do you.. Do you want me to do it?" He asked quietly. Feliciano's face suddenly turned into a panicked expression.

"You want to be like Fratello?" He squeaked out.

"No! No no, Feliciano, I wouldn't hurt you. I would never hurt you, Feliciano. Wh-what I mean is that I would make that-," He pointed to the boy's throbbing member. "Go away. I wont if you don't want me to! But if you do..." Feliciano calmed slightly. It beginning to hurt... And he really wanted to feel good. But... Would Ludwig actually do that for him? He decided to slowly and hesitantly nod. Ludwig took a deep breath, and slowly climbed over the boy. He really wanted to be careful with what he was doing, he didn't want to make the boy remember anything bad. "You sure you're okay with this?" Feliciano slowly nodded.

"I-.. I know I don't really know you perfectly but, I t-trust you." Ludwig nodded, and slid his hand down to cup the boy's member in his hands. Feliciano hissed, a sudden pleasure running through his body. He was scared. He didn't want this situation to end up like what Lovino had always ended up doing. He would make him seem like he was trying to pleasure him, but then would deny his release at the last moment and pleasure himself instead. Or he would fuck him harshly and painfully... Either he didn't want to think about... Or do now.

He gasped out loudly, all of his thoughts disappearing when the german above him grabbed the base and slid his hand up quickly, stroking him at a painfully slow pace. Feliciano gripped Ludwig's arms, his eye tightly closed as waves of pleasure washed over him. It had never felt his good when Lovino had done this... He groaned, wishing he would increase his pace.

Ludwig couldn't help but smirk. The boy under him looked so sexy... The way he moaned and cried out. It was making his own pants tighten painfully. But that wasn't what he had to focus on now. He had to focus on pleasing the shuddering boy under him.

"Is this okay?" He spoke softly into his ear, the hot breath only sending more shivers up his spine.

"Y-yeah b-but please g-go f-f-faster." He gasped out. Ludwig grunted, and did as the boy requested. "Ah!" He cried out, arching his back. Feliciano didn't think he had ever felt this good in his life. He felt like he was already going to cum.. "L-Ludwig..." He panted out. He was already so close... "Oh god!" He moaned when Ludwig had bent over and flicked his tongue over a nipple. He felt the hot tongue swirl around the bud, switching between that sucking harshly on it. He couldn't take it anymore. He released on to Ludwig's hand, throwing his head back as he did so with a loud cry. Ludwig slowed his motions, but didn't stop as to help to boy ride out his release. Feliciano panted for a few moments, still clinging on to the other man. Ludwig looked down at the boy with lust filled eyes. God he wanted him bad... His own need was screaming at him now. After a few moment's, Feliciano finally looked back up to see his darkened expression. Feliciano's eye widened, and he practically threw himself back further away from the man on the bed.

"O-oh god I'm s-so s-sorry! I know you d-didn't tell me I c-could, oh god I'm sor-ry!" He wailed out, covering his face with his thin arms. Ludwig frowned. What was the boy going on about?

"Feliciano?" He asked, scooting closer to the boy. Feliciano squeaked out in protest.

"I'm sorry!" He cried out once more, hoping the man wouldn't punish him-. He felt his heart skip a beat when Ludwig grabbed on to his wrists, pulling them away from his face.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Feliciano." Ludwig said calmly. Feliciano looked up into his eyes.

"Y-you're not? Are you m-mad?" Ludwig chuckled.

"Why would I be mad, Feliciano? I did all of that for a reason, you know." Feliciano relaxed, but when he looked down, he sighed inwardly. He noticed the bulge in the man's pants, and from knowing what Lovino had taught him to do for the men that he had brought in, he knew what Ludwig wanted. He gulped, and reaching his hands in between them to unbutton his pants. Ludwig's eyes widened.

"F-Feliciano? What are you doing?" He asked in a startled tone. Without a word, being as trained as used to this as he was, he used he weak arms to wriggle down his pants. "The other men always wanted me to do this..." He mumbled quietly, starting to slip his fingers into the band of his boxers. Ludwig sucked in a deep breath when he felt the boy's thin fingers wrap around his member.

"F-Feliciano..." He hissed as he began to stroke him in the same manner. He hadn't intended this to happen, the boy had just decided to do it! "Y-you don't have to do this." He grunted and the boy bent down and pulled his underwear down his thighs. He wasn't paying attention to what Ludwig was saying. This was always how it was with all of the other men. They would "try" to please him at least a little, and then expected him to give his best to please them in return. That must be why he did it he thought to himself. He wanted me to do this... He flicked his tongue out against the tip of Ludwigs leaking erection, causing the older man to gasp loudly. Feliciano sighed to himself as he took the man's entire length into his mouth, tears stinging the back of his eyes as the ip touched the back of his throat. He was very big, but wasn't any bigger than he could handle. He bobbed his head up and down with skill, swirling his tongue along the length as he sucked harshly. He began to freeze up when he felt the older man weave his fingers through his hair. When the other men would do this, they would usually tug and yank painfully at his locks. But when he felt the fingers gently soothe through his scalp, he relaxed and continued. Ludwig let out a loud groan, tossing his head back while he arched his back.

"F-feliciano..." He warned through his teeth. He knew what this meant. He sped up his actions, and with one final moan Ludwig released into the boy's throat. Feliciano did well to swallow all of it, another skill taught to him by his brother. If he didn't do it properly, his brother would always hurt him... So he did well to remember to get all of it. Ludwig released his grip on the boy, falling back onto the mattress as he panted in ecstasy. He looked over to the boy, who's head was hung low and face was hidden in his hair. He could instantly tell the boy had regretted what he'd done. Ludwig wanted to punch himself. He had just done what he was trying to avoid everyone else from doing! He felt ashamed, letting it happen. He had only wanted to help the boy, he had never asked for all of that to happen! He felt like such a pervert...

"Are you happy now?" Feliciano muttered quietly, not bothering to look at the man. He was positive he would only have the same expression as the other man always had... Ludwig's head cocked to the side.

"H-huh?"

"That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Feliciano asked darkly, wiping the tear that had finally broke free. Ludwig's frown deepened.

"What are you talking about?"

"That's the only reason you did... Th-that to me! So I would do that?" He practically snapped. Ludwig's eyes widened. Oh no... This is exactly the opposite of what he had wanted. But he didn't blame the boy for thinking what he did. Being in the situation he was, he didn't blame the boy for expecting to be used. But he wasn't being used, and he wanted the boy to know that...

"Is that the only reason you took me in?" Feliciano asked in a shaking whisper. "So you c-could... So you... " He couldn't block any more of the tears. They all came out at once, soaking his cheeks. That was it for Ludwig. He practically leaped on the boy, him screaming out in surprise. He closed his eye tightly. Oh god, this was it. He was right, Ludwig was going to hurt him. He had made him angry with what he had said, and even though he had tried his best to be a "good boy" like Lovino had taught him, he was still going to pay for it.

"Look at me." Ludwig demanded. He only earned a few terrified whimpers. "Look at me!" He growled. Feliciano's watery eye snapped open, a look of fear spread across his face. "Listen to me. I did not take you here to use you. I swear to you that. I took you in because I care about you, alright? I didn't want to see you get hurt anymore... I couldn't live with the fact that I wouldn't be doing anything to help. But what just happened... I didn't mean for it to happen, okay? I-... I didn't want to put you through that. It's my fault for letting it happen, and I'm so, so sorry if it hurt you in any way. Just... I only wanted to help you and-, and it got out of control. I'm so sorry Feliciano..." He buried his face in the boy's shoulder when he finished his explanation. Feliciano was dumbfounded. So everything he thought, all of the bad thoughts, they were all wrong? Ludwig really did want to help him... A giant weight of terror lifted from his shoulders. He instantly felt better. Ludwig wasn't like those other men, the ones Lovino brought in to abuse him. He really did care.

Feliciano wrapped his arms around Ludwig's neck, not sure of what else to do. A sudden feeling of warmth ran through his body. He felt safe, knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about being hurt. He felt like he was actually cared about. At least from what he said. And Ludwig didn't ever actually hurt him now that he thought about it. He had actually made him feel amazing. Better than anyone else ever had. Ludwig really did care...

The older man pulled away to look into Feliciano's brown eye. They locked gazes for a moment, before Ludwig bent down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Feliciano's eye widened as a blush spread across his face. Why was he showing him so much affection...

"Feliciano?" He whispered against his ear, sending shivers up his spine.

"Y-...Yes?" Ludwig swallowed the lump growing in his throat. He was going to tell him. He was going to actually let him know his true feelings. Dammit, he was going to!

"I-..." He swallowed once more, a drop of sweat rolling down his head. Feliciano tightened his grip around the man's neck in anticipation, his own heart slamming in his chest. He himself had wanted to say something... Something important. "I-!"

He gasped when he felt the boy's lips pressed lightly against his own.


HURRAY finally some GerIta action going on right? So again, sorry if it may be confusing, but if you have any actual questions, theres a perfectly good review box down there, or you can PM me and I'll do my best to explain! Hope to see you next chapter, my dears. Until then~.