Elizaveta never imagined the day she would run dry of inspiration. As a prolific writer of fanfiction who'd been churning out six to ten pages of content per day, she never thought there would be a day where she wouldn't able to produce anything at all. In an effort to concentrate, she booked a relatively quiet study room in the university. She also had her favourite ambient music playlist, and her horoscope told her that 'inspiration was around her'. Yet Elizaveta still couldn't write a single sentence, let alone a paragraph.

"I probably shouldn't have procrastinated that much..." Elizaveta mumbled as she put her forehead against the table in defeat. "Now there's only two days until the deadline..."

A knock on the door caught Elizaveta's attention. She turned her head to the side and saw her friend Mei, who was standing on the other side of the glass door with a concerned expression on her face. Elizaveta waved Mei in glumly before resuming her head-desk position.

"Lizzie, are you okay? I was just passing by and I saw you." Mei asked as she pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I promised one of my readers to write a short story for them as a birthday present, but for some reason, I haven't been able to write anything at all. I'm as dry as the Sahara desert." Elizaveta said as she closed her eyes. Maybe if she kept them closed long enough, she would be able to enter a zen state and finish the story in a blink of an eye.

Mei pursed her lips together in thought. "Well, since you write yaoi, why don't you draw inspiration from the men around you?" Mei opened her bag and took out a notebook. "There's a lot of guys in our club."

Elizaveta raised her head. "That sounds nice and all, but... I haven't really looked at the guys in our club in that way, you know? They're not exactly hot or cute 2D guys whose asses are always ready for a night-long of pounding."

"Come on," Mei said as she began writing. "There's Alfred, Lovino, Ludwig, Antonio, Arthur, Yao, Kiku, Mathias... and... what's his name? Your friend that doesn't really talk to me. The guy with the glasses, good skin, and dark hair?"

Elizaveta squinted as she watched Mei gesticulate wildly. "Ah, Roderich?"

"Yes, exactly!" Mei snapped her fingers. "Roderich is a classic prince-type character, isn't he? Although he seems a little bit prudish, if you reimagine him a bit, he could be a uke with a smoldering, sexy look." She raised her notebook and showed Elizaveta a sketch of Roderich in manga-style. Elizaveta looked at the sketch and thought about it.

Having known Roderich ever since they were children, it was a little bit difficult to think about him as a source material. No one would really go around imagining their childhood friend being relentlessly pounded by dick, would they? But... "maybe... just maybe, Roderich could be the kind of character that has a reverse-gap moe? The hard to approach type that turns out to be a clumsy airhead? But is he a uke? Seme?" Elizaveta mused.

"Yaoi isn't just about dominance!" Mei exclaimed as she jumped up from her seat. "It's about two guys who are in love with each other, but there's some element that creates a star-crossed lovers situation! Like a teacher and student, police officer and a member of the yakuza!" She clasped her hands together and twirled around, her eyes glittering with excitement. Elizaveta tapped her fingers on her keyboard. Mei's excitement was beginning to get her into the groove.

"Now, tell me," Mei said as she sidled up to Elizaveta with a sly smile on her face, "Do you think Gilbert would be a good pair with Roderich?"

Elizaveta laughed out loud. "Puh-leeze, those two are like sworn enemies! Almost everybody knows that they're at odds with each other."

Mei snapped her fingers. "Exactly! Just think about it— two guys who act like they hate each other's guts but are secretly going out! Come on, it happens all the time!"

"I get your gist," Elizaveta said as she chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully. Gilbert's name was bound to appear at least once in a conversation with Roderich. The brunette would always complain about how Gilbert stole another piece of his cake or a crucial sheet of music, and whenever he talked, his face would be slightly flushed and he would act a little shy...almost as if he was—

"Oh. My. God." Elizaveta gasped. "I see what you mean! Gil-derich can totally be a thing!" She felt a sudden rush of adrenaline in her body.

"You finally get it!" Mei said, her face flushing with excitement. "Gilbert likes Roderich so he picks on him—"

"—and Roderich is annoyed at first but finds it a bit lonely when Gilbert doesn't come to annoy him—"

"—and he gets jealous when he sees Gilbert with someone else—"

"—then they have an argument and realize they're in love with each other!" Elizaveta finished almost triumphantly. She began frantically typing on her laptop and went into full-on fantasy mode with Mei, both of them unaware of the door opening. Mei shrieked and Elizaveta slapped a hand over her mouth.

Roderich stood at the doorway with a puzzled expression on his face. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting... I just happened to see you so I thought I'd come in."

"Oh, hey Roderich, looking good today," Elizaveta said nervously as she looked at her childhood friend.

"I like your shoes," Mei commented out of nowhere. "You're always so put together."

Roderich blinked and glanced down at his shoes. "... thank you."

"So! What brings you here?" Elizaveta asked as she shut her laptop, hoping Roderich hadn't heard their discussion about various sexual positions.

Roderich opened his mouth hesitantly before touching the back of his neck. That's what he does when he's nervous, Elizaveta thought. "I'm looking for Gilbert," Roderich sighed. The girls let out a collective gasp, which made Roderich raise an eyebrow.

"Nothing, nothing," Elizaveta said with a nervous laugh. Part of her wanted to dance around and throw celebratory flower petals at this potential confirmation of a Gil-derich pairing, but she held it back with a strained smile. "So, why are you looking for this person that you particularly hate but might like?"

"Elizaveta, you sure have an odd choice of words today." Roderich seemed almost suspicious. Elizaveta gave him a hearty smack on the shoulder and a dry laugh in response.

"Too much coffee, maybe. Anyways, why are you looking for him?"

"... the idiot has taken something important and irreplaceable of mine," Roderich said as he rubbed his shoulder.

Important? Irreplaceable? What else, if not virginity?" Elizaveta almost fainted. "What did he take?" She asked wearily.

Roderich blushed and looked away. "I don't have to tell you, do I?"

Mei let out a small squeal before staggering backward and falling to the floor. Roderich looked at her before looking back at Elizaveta, who was clutching the edge of the table as she tried to stop herself from shaking with too much.

"I saw Gilbert heading up to the roof not too long ago," Mei offered with a bright smile even though her face was beet red and her cheeks were puffed up with excitement.

"So that's where he is," Roderich muttered as he began edging back towards the door. Elizaveta was sure they were scaring the hell out of him already. "Thank you, um…"

"Mei, I'm Mei."

"Thank you, Mei," Roderich said before he left the room, the door closing with a soft click behind him.

"I can't believe this!" Elizaveta said as she quickly grabbed her belongings and stuffed them in her backpack. "There's no way we can miss out on this once in a lifetime chance to witness a possible, real-life yaoi event!"

The girls bolted out the door and followed Roderich inconspicuously to the roof, hiding behind the door that was blown ajar by the wind. The breeze blew a little reason back into Elizaveta, who now felt a little guilt for spying on her childhood friend's possibly private moment in the name of inspiration. Forgive me, Roderich, Elizaveta thought as she pulled out her notebook, I will make sure your sacrifice gets put to good use.

"Gilbert, I need to talk to you," Roderich said with a huff. Elizaveta could already visualize Roderich crossing his arms.

Judging from the sounds Elizaveta heard Gilbert was probably drinking something. Beer, or soda? "What brings you here?" Gilbert asked after a sigh of satisfaction.

"You know what I'm here for. I need you to give it back." Roderich said in a low and steady voice.

There was a slight pause and Elizaveta risked a few more inches towards the door.

There was a small gulp. "You know I can't," Gilbert's voice was tinged with nervousness.

"I don't care—you have to give me something back!" Roderich hissed.

"Look, we were drunk—"

"—it was my first—"

"—oh come on, you were the one who initiated the whole thing!" Gilbert said in an exasperated tone.

There was an angry gasp from Roderich. "So you're blaming me?"

"Of course!"

"That is irresponsible of you!"

"I'm not the one who got both of us drunk and naked!"

"I most certainly did not— wait, why are you bringing that up?"

"You're the one who's making a big fuss about it!"

"You're focusing on the wrong thing!" Roderich yelled. "Okay, this is it—"

"What?" There was a dull thud and the girls held back their squeaks or surprise as Gilbert groaned. "Hey, what are you doing— where are you touching?" Gilbert whined loudly.

Elizaveta felt the blood rush upwards and roar in her ears. Beside her, Mei held back a tiny squeal.

It was happening.

It. Was. Happening.

Gilbert was taken aback when Roderich suddenly pushed him against the wall. He hadn't known the brunette to have the strength to do so. He was even more surprised when Roderich's slender fingers grabbed his chin with force and tilted it for a rough kiss. Gilbert felt his knees get a little weak as Roderich's tongue violated his mouth. It was a little bit sloppy, but the feeling of Roderich's tongue was sending shivers of pleasure down Gilbert's spine.

"Someone's in a hurry," Gilbert said breathily when Roderich finally let go of him.

"I'm just interested in taking back what you took from me," Roderich murmured. Gilbert couldn't help but feel turned on when he felt their hips pressed together. Although their first time happened while they were both drunk, Gilbert still remembered how good it felt to be inside of Roderich. What would happen if it was the other way around?

Roderich undid the button of Gilbert's jeans and pushed them down to his thighs. The forcefulness Roderich was displaying was new and interesting to Gilbert, especially the look in his eye. That predatory gaze made Gilbert anticipate what would happen if Roderich pushed into him. Could it be that Roderich secretly had a slightly sadistic side to him?

"Even though you're no virgin, it's my understanding that you haven't used this yet." Roderich's hands grabbed Gilbert's ass and spread it apart. "Can you imagine my dick going into that tight hole of yours? Pushing in slow and deep, making you unable to breathe?"

Gilbert grabbed onto Roderich's arm and looked into his violet eyes."Do it then, violate me all you want." Roderich's eyes widened slightly and he gave Gilbert another kiss that was a little less forceful than before. He then knelt down and pulled Gilbert's pants all the way down. Gilbert couldn't help but grunt as he felt Roderich's mouth on him. It was warm, wet, and inviting, almost like the insides of a woman.

Just as Gilbert felt his legs giving out to pleasure, he felt a wet finger prod against his entrance. "You have lube?" Gilbert laughed as he looked down and saw a small bottle of lube on the floor. "You're really prepared, aren't you?"

Roderich's mouth left Gilbert's dick with a wet pop. "I have to be prepared if I want to fuck you It also makes it easier to do with a condom," he said as he pushed his finger slightly deeper, making Gilbert shiver. He wasn't used to having a finger up his ass, but it didn't hurt. The more Roderich pushed around with his fingers, the more sensitive Gilbert got. It wasn't helping that Roderich was also giving him a blowjob while loosening him up.

"I can't stand," Gilbert murmured. "I think I might fall over."

"Then brace against the wall," Roderich said as he turned Gilbert around. "You still need to loosen up a bit."

"At least your first time was in bed. Outdoors sex isn't exactly my thing," Gilbert muttered.

"Are you sure you can say that when you're leaking so much precum?" Roderich whispered beside Gilbert's ear. "Your dick is swollen and quivering... do you like having your ass played with that much? Or are you secretly an exhibitionist pervert who gets off at fucking outside?"

Gilbert felt his dick twitch at Roderich's words. "I'm not a pervert..." he was suddenly thankful that he was facing the wall, otherwise Roderich would be able to see the blush on his pale face.

"That's not so convincing when your hole is sucking on my fingers so tightly. Do you even know you have two fingers inside you?"

"I can't feel anything... my entire lower half just feels good..." Gilbert moaned.

"I just put a third finger in you. I wish you could see how much your greedy little hole gobbling my fingers up," Roderich said as he spread Gilbert's ass with his other hand. "You're shaking your hips in such a lewd motion now... don't tell me you actually like what you're hearing?"

Gilbert felt the heat rise to his cheeks. Never in his life did he imagine himself getting off at this kind of dirty talk. "Enough... just—ah!" Gilbert shuddered as he felt an electric jolt of pleasure through him.

"Ah, that's your prostate gland, isn't it?" The chuckle in Roderich's voice was evident. "Let's do that again."

Gilbert pushed his ass outwards as he felt Roderich's fingers digging deeper into him. Whatever that was, it felt insanely good. So much so Gilbert started to feel an itch developing in him. He didn't even care about the moans that were spilling out his mouth every time Roderich's fingers pushed against the area. "Fuck," Gilbert panted as he felt Roderich's dick rub against his ass.

"It's time to give you something else, isn't it?" Roderich said as he put a hand on Gilbert's hip. "Just breathe, that's it..."

Gilbert's toes curled as he felt Roderich's dick push into him.

"Your hole is twitching so happily... maybe we should reverse our roles permanently?" Roderich kissed Gilbert's shoulder. "Relax... yes...that's it... can you feel it now? My dick is filling you up, isn't it? It's all in now."

"Ngh!" Gilbert grunted and clenched his fist. The moment Roderich pushed into him he felt an insane pressure inside his body that pushed him to climax. "I can't believe this," He panted when he saw his cum dripping on to the floor.

"You were so excited that you came the moment I pushed my dick into you? Maybe we should pick up the pace or you won't be satisfied, won't you?"

The moment Roderich started moving, Gilbert stopped giving a damn anymore. He could feel Roderich scraping his insides as he moved in and out fervently. Whenever Roderich pushed in, Gilbert pushed his hips back in desperation. He needed it deeper, harder, rougher...

"Can you hear that? Every time I thrust there's such a wet and sloppy sound from your hole. You're like a woman now," Roderich grunted as he thrust into Gilbert. "And those moans you're letting out makes me so hard, I think I might cum any second."

"Just shut up and cum them," Gilbert moaned. He felt Roderich grab onto his hips with both hands, his thrusts getting more and more erratic. Gilbert held back his voice as he felt Roderich shove his dick in with one final thrust.

Minutes later when both of them were cleaning up, Gilbert couldn't help but sense Roderich's embarrassment.

"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Gilbert said as he pulled his pants back up. "Don't tell me you have a personality change when you have sex?"

Roderich blushed. "I just didn't think I had it in me to act in that manner," he said pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"It's not bad." Gilbert grinned. "I might just be an exhibitionist pervert that gets off on dirty talk, you know? We can do this again."

Roderich blinked in surprise. "You mean..."

Gilbert threw the bottle of lube at Roderich's direction. "My place or yours?"

"I can't believe Gilbert didn't take Roderich's virginity but threw his watch into the lake instead," Elizaveta said glumly as she hugged her pillow.

"Well, it's a watch that Roderich bought with his first paycheck; of course it's 'important and irreplaceable'," Mei said with a light chuckle.

"I hate reality," Elizaveta sighed as she buried her face in the pillow.

Gilbert opened his laptop to read the yaoi fanfic that was promised for him by his favourite author. Yes, he had a secret interest in yaoi, and it didn't make him any less awesome. The door to the room he was in opened when Gilbert got to the sex, but he didn't flinch.

"Where is it?" Roderich's voice demanded, and the albino lifted his crimson eyes from the screen to look at his friend.

"It's on the table. I'm sorry if it's not a good enough compensation for you."

"Let's see." Roderich picked up the small square box on the table and opened it. A new pocket watch lay cushioned in the box. The brunette blinked in surprise before laughing.

"Isn't this a pocket watch?"

"The watch you bought doesn't suit you at all, and you don't look good with watches either," Gilbert said as he flicked his eyes back to the screen. Damn, the character he thought was going to be the seme ended up being the uke. He would never let this kind of thing happen to him.

"Gilbert?" Roderich said after a slight pause.

"What, you're not gone yet?" Gilbert asked as he closed the tab. Overall it was fantastic, but some parts were eerily familiar... as if they had happened to him in real life.

"That watch…It was for you," Roderich admitted with his violet eyes cast at the golden pocket watch in his hands.

Gilbert shot up from his seat. "What? You mean I threw my birthday present into the lake on accident? Shit! Wait, why did you get me a present?"

Roderich fidgeted a bit. "We're friends."

"You're frugal and you don't go around sending people presents," Gilbert stated.

"I just wanted to give you a present."

"I don't think guy friends would go around giving guy friends watches."

Roderich huffed in annoyance and turned away. "I shouldn't have told you anything."

Gilbert grinned when he saw a faint blush on the brunette's cheeks. "Hey…tell me why?" He asked in a soft voice as he walked towards Roderich until they were only inches apart.

Roderich's long lashes fluttered as he blinked rapidly. Gilbert put a hand on the brunette's cheek and looked at him. "Please?"

"Gilbert, I—"

Click.

The two jumped apart and Gilbert opened the door a fraction wider, revealing a stunned Elizaveta.

"Elizaveta!" Roderich gasped with annoyance.

"Lizzie, nice camera you have there," Gilbert said with a grin.

"Heeey…bye!" Elizaveta ran off with her camera, leaving a laughing Gilbert and a baffled Roderich, whose face was now bright red. The brunette pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and turned away from Gilbert.

"I'm leaving," Roderich said as he pushed past Gilbert, who grabbed his hand.

"Don't go yet, I still haven't heard why you bought me a watch."

Roderich shook off Gilbert's hand, and the albino smirked when he saw that Roderich's ears were red.

"Alright, I'll let you go for today," It was funny how Roderich moved to the door like he was desperate to leave. "I can still catch you tomorrow!" Gilbert added as he poked his head out of the room and called out to the retreating brunette.

Roderich stopped for a brief second before continuing down the hall. Gilbert chuckled and wondered if Elizaveta had taken a picture. Maybe he would ask her for a copy.