I hope I did alright with them :) I do indeed love these two. I promise this is not the end.

The night-cool air hit Toris' face and dried sweat that he didn't even know was breaking out on his forehead. He took off his mask, fanning himself as he strode across the quad, trying not to look panicked. It wasn't really working.

He thrust open the door to his own dorm building and began to ascend the stairs. Had they gotten away with it? He was in an absolute panic, now, the closer he got to his floor. If it anyone found out that Feliks was the mysterious girl, it would hurt him so badly. It should be up to Feliks when he came out, not Feliciano or Ludwig or whoever accidentally discovered his secret.

But if they have found out… is there anything that I can do?

Still, he took the last few steps at full tilt, rounded the landing, and dashed down the hall.

Just then, the door – his door – banged open and out skipped Feliciano.

"-Well, I'm glad you're not throwing up anymore –" Feliciano's inappropriately loud voice toppled happily into the hallway, followed by the boy himself, as well as Ludwig, stolidly in tow as always.

The cheerful Phantom waved wildly back into the room, before turning to notice Toris, who was panting against a wall.

"Hi Toris! Feliks is fine! But he's happy we visited!"

Toris, eyes wide, shuffled to the door and peered in. Feliks…he'd made it. He was wrapped so thoroughly in the duvet that only his face was visible, grinning tiredly at the three in his doorway. His face was red and he was panting softly, but Toris knew it was from running and climbing trees rather than a fever.

"Y-yeah. But I, like –" Feliks coughed delicately. "Need rest and stuff, so…"

"So we will leave you to your recovery," said Ludwig curtly, bundling a waving, cooing Feliciano out the door.

Toris watched silently as they disappeared down the hall. Then he ducked in the door and closed it.

"Feliks…"

"Like, oh my gawd. We totally got away with it!" squealed Feliks in excitement, tossing the blankets off as he sat up. He was still wearing the dress, and smiled with utter triumph.

Toris stumbled over to the bed and sat heavily. "We got away with it…" he repeated in wonder. He began to gratefully shuck off his heavy armor.

"So, where were we on the dance floor?" asked Feliks mischievously, shifting to his knees on the mattress, moving to drape himself over Toris' shoulders. Immediately, he hissed and fell on his behind, pouting.

"Ow!" he whined. "I think I scraped my knee on the way up here."

Toris, down to sweat-soaked undershirt and breeches, shifted to look at Feliks.

He paused, swallowing hard. The boy was leaned up against the headboard, dress tucked up to his bare thighs as he inspected the shallow scrapes on his right knee. It exposed a great deal of smooth, warm, white skin, all the way up his thighs. Feliks caught him staring and smiled, part flirty and part silly with lingering relief.

"Help patch me up?" he asked. Toris nodded, hurrying to get a warm washcloth and the dwindling box of washcloth and the dwindling box of Hello Kitty bandaids. He returned to find Feliks practically sprawled on the bed, dress slipping off his shoulders and his hair wild. Toris settled between his knees and began to gently dab at the wound.

"Aww… Liet, that stings!" the blond whined.

"It'll only hurt for a second," Toris said soothingly, rubbing his calf in a comforting gesture. The land beneath his fingertips was slightly curved, slightly cut, too-smooth for a boy. Alluring. A blush wobbled to Toris' cheekbones. He shifted the dress a little higher to get better access to the scrape, but it may have been a little too much because he noted –

"Feliks…? Are you wearing … girls' underwear…?"

He had the decency to look slightly embarrassed, shifting a little on the mattress. As he moved, Toris' hand slid further up his calf, to his thigh, unconsciously. "Um, well… yeah, I mean, I'm wearing a dress so I can't just slap on some boxers, right?"

Toris did not reply, trying to focus on cleaning and bandaging the scrape but that was easy, it was done. Toris placed as kiss on his knee, then one a little higher. Feliks hummed appreciatively, and Toris, unsure of his own movements, gave his inner thigh a light, hesitant lick, his fingers ghosting along the exposed flesh.

"Toris…" mumbled Feliks, half in contentment, half in something like a warning.

"Y-yes?" Toris asked, voice trembling. Oh god, what was he doing? What was his body reacting to? Why –"

"Toris, what're you doing?" Feliks asked. His eyes were fluttering closed, mouth open slightly. His cheeks hadn't lost their blush of exertion and Toris couldn't help but get caught up in the vision of something so… so Feliks - his dress cascading off thin shoulders, hiked to his waist and face already so relaxed, ready, as if he wanted something, wanted more. Toris' eyes strayed to between the boy's legs, blushing, the outline of his length hinted, covered only by thin, lacy fabric. It was a moment that no one else could recreate. This was theirs.

Theirs.

"F-feliks. Are we… are we an 'us'?" Toris murmured, gaze focused on a single pale thigh.

"Of course," pouted Feliks. "I love you and you love me, right? That's all there is to it."

"Are you disappointed that you and I haven't… can't…"

"Liet, listen." The boy felt warm, gentle fingers hook under his chin, pulling him up, forcing him so that he was practically straddling the blonde. "I will put up with whatever the heck you need me to because you just let me kiss you in public while I was wearing a dress. Okay? I can deal with it."

"But…"

"Liet, shush"

"But Feliks, I think…" He closed his eyes, screwing up his courage, trying to continue. "I think… what if we could? I – you're just – " It was so hard; he had no way of explaining why he felt such an overwhelming comfort, and overwhelming desire, but at that moment, feeling Feliks' soft breath against his wet lips and taking in the feel of a slender body beneath his thighs… he knew he could do this. He wanted to do this.

"Liet, what are you talking ab – oh. Shit."

Slowly, unable to say what he wanted, unable to express what he was feeling in words, Liet very carefully pressed his lower body against Feliks' bare thigh. He was fully hard. He looked up at Feliks, guilt straining his face, knowing this was probably wrong but at the same time, maybe Feliks wanted it too.

Feliks bit his lip, as if deciding something, then determinedly pressed his own hips against Toris. Toris' eyes went wide, feeling a smooth, half-hardness against his hip, elation jumping to his stomach like a poison. He stared at Feliks' face, trying to understand, realizing they both wanted this, on some level, realizing that this could happen. It could really happen.

"Feliks…" Toris whispered, then, because he could think of nothing else to do, he dropped into a long, serious kiss. He felt Feliks gasp beneath him, moving his lips slightly, parting them. Toris' brain reeled, and he slowly let his tongue dip inside the blonde's mouth, the hands that had braced themselves on his shoulder shaking slightly. Already, they were in deeper than they had ever been together. Maybe too deep to back out again.

Feliks broke the kiss, licking his lips as if the taste against them was foreign. "Liet, are you sure you wanna do this?"

Toris shook his head. "I don't know, but… but Feliks I love you and I know that you will never hurt me and I just want to be with you. I want it more than anything. I don't want anything to get between us anymore because I know that I've been pushing you away and I can't let that happen anymore. I won't."

"Liet, don't you dare do this just because you think you have to prove something." Feliks looked like he was glaring, and his face closed off. "That's not what this is supposed to be about."

"It's not that!" Toris exclaimed, tensing. "No, oh Feliks, its not – I just – I love you and I want to show you that. I love you so much and…" He raised his eyes, trying to meet Feliks' gaze, trying to explain himself "… and I really, really want you right now."

Feliks looked him straight in the face. His eyes were smiling.

"If you want me so bad, then take me." The blonde leaned up, pressing their lips together and pulling Toris down to his level. Toris gasped at the sudden movement, his mouth opening wide in invitation. His hands slipped down Feliks's shoulders, bringing the loose fabric of the dress – it must have been unclasped in the back – sliding down his arms, revealing a slim, pale chest, angular bones, skin soft and clean and smelling of the talc that always found its way into Feliks' scent. Toris broke away and gently kissed his collarbone.

He felt Feliks' breath ghost through his hair, speeding up, so Toris kissed lower, across the dip of his throat, feeling the muscle there tense as Feliks' head tossed back. He kissed down his sternum and then drifted to the left, feeling the vibration of a pounding heartbeat against his lips. His hands pushed the dress down Feliks's body, off his hips and further, taking the silky underwear with him, until he could see the body below his wandering hands.

He was… well, it was true. He was beautiful.

Feliks shifted uncomfortably, a blush spreading from his ears and the bridge of his nose, down his neck. It made Toris' eyes widen, realizing that he was seeing Feliks, completely naked and vulnerable beneath him for the first time.

"Stop staring." It started as a rebuke, but trailed off in an embarrassed whisper. "Not fair – you're still wearing stuff."

Toris blinked, tearing his eyes away from the body spread out on his mattress. Hesitantly, the brought his undershirt over his head, then carefully slipped out of his trousers. Finally, he hooked his fingers beneath the elastic on his boxers, drawing them off as well.

They stared at each other for a long time, neither one willing to move, both flushing and hard and so self-conscious that it hurt. Finally, Feliks raised his hands, reaching tentatively toward Toris. Toris leaned into the embrace, and leaned down for a kiss.

It went fast from there.

It was easy, after that, strangely so. Their bodies pressed together, erections brushing, and they rocked together, chasing friction. The movements were shaky and hesitant, but honest and unrivaled in their intention. Short, muffled moans echoed between them, hands moving across ribs and vertebrae, shifting muscle and soft skin. It was clumsy and desperate and unique in a way it could only be with the two of them.

Toris had never felt like this; neither had Feliks, but it was the one who demanded the next move, fumbling a hand under the mattress to find a small tube, an a condom packet.

"H-here, Liet," panted Feliks, letting out a soft moan as Toris' hips rolled against his in a natural, steady rhythm, a rhythm they both somehow knew by heart. He handed over the supplies, pressing them into Toris' palm.

For a second, Toris froze, unable to move. In part of his mind, he was surprised that Feliks had this at all, never mind hiding it under their mattress, but it was quickly overwhelmed by flashes of memory, of ripping and tearing and no preparation, the "natural" way, the way it was supposed to be, just skin and skin and blood.

Feliks struggled to sit, grabbing Toris' cheeks and trying to stare into his eyes. Toris was shaking and flushed.

"Liet? Liet, its okay, we don't have to do this tonight, its okay, so calm down, okay, just look at me."

Toris took a deep, unsteady breath, again inhaling that familiar cinnamon-strawberry-talc smell and he wasn't going to let anything separate him from this boy and this scent and the reality of what they were, who they were together. He took the condom packet from Feliks' fingers, kissing him firmly and fitting the contents over the blonde's cock in a shaky, unpracticed motion. Feliks let out a whine, arching up into the touch.

"Wait, wait, I thought – hah – I thought that I'd be the bottom –" A particularly forceful squeeze shut him right up.

"Just let me do this, Feliks," said Toris breathlessly, slicking up fingers and leaning back to insert one quickly into his entrance. He took a sharp breath through his nose. It didn't hurt; he was surprised. For once, it didn't hurt.

Feliks, sitting in front of him with legs spread, had his gaze locked on the erotic sight, fingers lightly teasing his erection as he watched his Liet, his boyfriend, preparing himself.

"Liet," he breathed, eyes beginning to fall half-closed, "You… you look amazing. But you have to, like, hurry up or else I'm not gonna make it." Inexperience was evident; this could not last much longer, for either of them.

Toris had to laugh, a chuckle through his nose. He removed his two fingers and stared at the boy before him.

He could not think of this moment as simply and exercise to free himself of memories of the past. For this single breath, the past simply did not matter.

Toris' fingers wrapped around Feliks'. With his other hand, he lined himself up and slipped Feliks' length inside himself. It was a jerky movement, and he felt it catch against one ring of muscle, than the other. Sharp gasps and breaths of pleasure and adjustment echoed from both boys, fingers squeezing tightly against each other as they slid together. Finally, Feliks was fully sheathed. Both opened eyes that they did not know they had closed.

"Together forever, right Liet?" Feliks asked with a stripped-away, honest smile.

Toris smiled back. He began to move his hips.

"Mmm…" Feliks groaned, felling the hot wetness of flesh all round him, a sensation he had never even dreamed about. He clapped his free hand over his mouth to stifle the sound, but Toris worked it away.

"Its.. anh… cute, " he managed to say, before moaning himself, feeling his prostate brushed. Feliks had the nerve to giggle.

Neither of them lasted long, inept movements growing quickly more off-rhythm, though more desperate and fierce at the same time.

"Liet…!" Feliks called, the name stretched to a high-pitched whine. He came quickly, and Toris palmed his own erection, the stimulation enough for him to follow. Shakily, Toris rolled off of his boyfriend and onto the mattress.

"Ugh, this stuff is grody," mumbled Feliks as soon as he could get a proper breath. "Next time, you wear a condom, too."

Toris just beamed, suddenly giddy as he cleaned the both of them as best he could.

"Aw, forget it," said Feliks, pulling the boy down and snuggling into his chest. "I just wanna cuddle."

Toris kissed his hair, laughing. "We... you and I…"

"We're lovers now, aren't we?" asked Feliks.

"I loved you from the beginning."

"Psh, you know what I meant. Cleverness sooo doesn't suit you." Feliks nosed into Toris' neck, tickling his skin with every warm breath.

"… Thank you Feliks. For everything."

"My pleasure. Like, literally. I'm … surprised."

"Me too. Maybe it was the dress."

The ensuing fit of giggles lasted a long time.