Angels' Feast

Gilbert stepped outside, pulling his coat over him. He shivers slightly as the breeze catches him. There is low sigh as he can not see Antonio or Francis at the car and knows that Maliza is meant to be getting dropped home later by Romeo. Ludwig doesn't seem to have wanted to see me... Maybe I'm better off just walking and hoping that I get lost, no one would care about it... There is a bang from the door behind him and he jumps, startled to see Ludwig there. He blushes, smiling at him slightly, "I'm sorry about before... I shouldn't have got to angry."

His hands slide into his pockets and he watches Kiku and Arthur in the distance kissing playfully and laughing. Why can I be like that? His heart aches slightly as he watches them. He feels something slip into his pocket, something warm and he grasps it, his eyes finding Ludwig's face. Every detail on his face seems to boom out at him, noticing the tired circles around his eyes. His fingers skims past his hand and he feels an immense feeling pulsing through him. It is silent between them as they watch the happy couple in the distance getting into the car and pull out, driving off.

He leans onto Ludwig, his heart aching for some security. A sort of security that he knows his brother can secure him. He breaks the silence with a chuckle, thinking back to some previous thoughts, "You didn't like me with Elizaveta did you...? Were you jealous when I kissed Feliciano?" He smirks, standing on his tip toes so that he can reach Ludwig's height. His lips sink into his, like an angel finally finding Heaven after being lost for so long. "You didn't need to be jealous."

Ludwig blushes, squeezing Gilbert's hand, "I can't help wanting you for myself... I don't want you to get hurt... Not like everyone in this world seems to get hurt." His eyes rest on the ground, his feet sliding nearer to Gilbert's. "Do you remember when you were really ill?"

"Of course I do, you stayed with me every single day. You didn't want to go to work..." Gilbert's eyes go misty, "You ended up getting ill too... but you didn't let me care for you. But we were both still so happy... We would cuddle up at night and I would read you stories. We would make up stupid stories about having a future together... But they weren't stupid to me."

Ludwig's eyes sparkle and he cuddles Gilbert who catches the stench of sweat and changing rooms on him but it seems to be comforting more than anything. "Ludwig...? Can I go and live with you again? I mean, Francis and Antonio will need some space to get a relationship together... And I would enjoy staying with you."

Immediately Ludwig begins to tug him to his car, "Come on! I want to get you moved in straight away! I'm not having a single day more of not having my brother." Gilbert chuckles, letting him pull him to his car. "Right! We'll move Gilbird make in first of all, after all you always enjoy looking after him and of course we'll have to take your work with you and some clothes. We could move you in slowly, I mean, your stuff, not you. You're coming straight home."

He halts for a moment, smirking to Gilbert as he realizes something."You know Ludwig... My house will be empty with everyone still at work... We could have a shower together, like when you were little, you do stink pretty bad." A menacing look runs through each of them.

"Bondage?"

"Ludwig... Why do you think I wouldn't have any?" Gilbert glances at Ludwig accusingly, as if hurt by the thought that he would not be able to provide for his sweet, younger brother's needs.

They get through the door, throwing each other at one another. The adrenaline builds as they pant from having run all the way up the stairs to the fifth floor then messing around with the key. Gilbert's hands pull off his brother's shirt, like a manic angel dirtied and trying to cleanse himself. "Ich liebe dich Ludwig." He pulls into Ludwig, as he slaps him against the wall, letting his hands explore the multiple muscles that he has. There is a groaning noise coming from Ludwig as his impatience boils over."What's the matter little brother, finding it hard already?"

Ludwig glares at him determinedly, "You want to see me give it my all?" There is a childish nod from Gilbert as he continues to toy with his muscles. "Well then, shut up and behave yourself."

Gilbert's smirks curls even more, "Heil Hitler to that."

Ludwig rips off Gilbert's shirt, using it to tie the back of his arms together so that he does not struggle more than he needs to. Gilbert struggles against it, pulling up to Ludwig and kissing his, his tongue escaping in his mouth. He enjoys struggling, I want him to enjoy this as much as possible. His tongue runs right down the back of his throat, wanting it to touch every part of him. He moans as he realises he must breath. He feels light headed as Ludwig picks him up, taking him into the bathroom.

Whilst Ludwig busies himself with turning on the shower, Gilbert slides off his trousers and pants, leaving them in a messy pile. "Ludwig... I'm going to need some help getting off my shoes..." He crosses his leg on top of the over, sitting on the toilet as he displays everything to his brother. Ludwig manically pulls off his shoes before turning around and lapping up the view in front of him., the perfect figure in front of him. Crouching down he tends to Gilbert's toes, undoing the laces gently before yanking off the shoe itself. "There's a good boy."

His toes becomes exposed and his trousers are yanked off, leaving Ludwig to tenderly suck at them. His tongue travels inbetween his toes to where Gilbert is most ticklish causing him to have to hold him his bursts of laughter. "Luddy! That's... not nice!" He giggles as the tongue moves upwards, licking at the back of his calve, tensing every muscles but at the same time relaxing. "Come on now, I think shower time is in order."

Ludwig nibbling on his leg a bit more before getting up and smirking, "It's going to be crampt but I think we can manage."

His hands wrap around Gilbert's waist, picking him up gently and placing him into the shower. The water runs off their skin, jumping down. The water begins to gather especially on Ludwig's jeans that he has not yet pulled off, instead Gilbert begins to suck the moist on the jeans tentatively, nuzzling on his arousal as he does so. Ludwig has to stand up so there is enough room from Gilbert, his head presses hard against him as he feels the arousal quivering in delight.

Ludwig's hair hangs down from the moister in it. He looks so sexy with wet hair... Why can he pull of that look so well? Ludwig's hair drips onto Gilbert's face as they look at one another, the hot steam coming off from around them. My head feels so free... Maybe its the heat but it feels so delicious. Roughly he grabs Ludwig's trousers, pulling them down as hard as he can as they stick to his skin. He opens the shower up and throws them out, leaving a giant puddle of water underneath but that does not matter at the moment.

He licks the arousal gently, the heat off it immense. He tries to be tender as his tongue slick out and licks it but he can not resist the charms of Ludwig much longer. He holds it gently in his mouth, unable to hold it with his hands, fully feeling the vibrations of Ludwig's moans through his body and into his. Once he begins to suck he can not stop himself, his mouth become drier and tighter around the arousal. The sound of the water and the moans from above mix into one in a sweet melody of love.

Even as the bounds around his hand fall away he keeps them behind his back, until the moment he needs them. His mouth slurps noisily at Ludwig, lapping him up, becoming the angel he has a;ways been, "Mein gott! Gilbert! I-I! Bite me!" He yells in between his groans, having to grasp Gilbert head as well as the shower head as his back wants to arch ever more.

He does as his brother wishes, scraping the side of his teeth against the arousal before biting hard. There is a large cry from both of them as they come as one, their wings seemingly to wrap around one another. Gilbert licks his lip, a pleasant mixture of blood and semen dancing with one another before he swallows it down. The dinner of angels... It's so warm and sweet. He licks gently at the wound he has caused, feeling Ludwig grasping for him. He is my angel and I am his.