Slowly, Tino's belongings made their way into Berwald's room.

The first time wasn't much- a couple of shirts, some pants, and a cell-phone charger. He had really thought nothing of it. Day by day though, more and more stuff came. Textbooks would be bought in, and trinkets that may have held some importance ended up on the bedside table almost decoratively. Though he said nothing, Berwald found it extremely, extremely pleasing. Not quite as nice as having Tino in his bed now every night, but still very, very nice. Really though, being able to hold the pretty body in his arms while he slept was a category all in its own. There was just something about the way the Finn's cheek rested against his collar bone, and how the soft, smooth small of his back was just a perfect resting place for the Swede's hand.

Slowly, they stopped getting changed for bed.

Berwald would undress Tino. Tino would undress Berwald. Sometimes, oftentimes, they made love. Passionately and desperately they moved together, both frantic to bring the other to a mind-numbing high. Sometimes though, they just kissed. They made love with their eyes, aquamarine boring into violet pools, and they kissed. Nights when Tino was too tired, nights when Tino was too weak, nights when Tino stepped outside with his phone and came back in with red-rimmed eyes- they would just kiss, because even if they were too exhausted to do much else neither would be able to sleep without something.

Slowly, they began to say 'I love you'.

It had started that one evening of delirium and incoherency, and it sounded like what beautiful sounds like. Berwald treasured it, replayed the sound over and over in his head and tried not to look too hurt when Tino didn't repeat it for another few days. Eventually, though, he said it again. It was said softly and cautiously, as though there was some judgment looming ahead, but it was said. When Berwald responded it was firm and sure, and somehow that seemed to give the other enough strength to say it again the next day. And then the next. And then the next. And then the next. And then next and next and next eventually became every.

And so their routine was formed, days spent with hands clasped together and nights with limbs intertwined. People started to take them seriously. The critical stares eventually just faded into a few nods of acknowledgement, and eventually the rumours about the two somehow lost their luster and urgency. Neither minded- if anything, it was a relief. Let the rest of the world move around them, they would stand where they were. So, when they were approached by Mathias (and Nikolai, obviously) in the cafeteria one not-so-particular morning, neither bothered to try and mask their surprise.

"Hey Waldy!" The conversation started, punctuated by a grin from Mathias and a glare from Berwald as Mathias slid into a free seat. Nikolai promptly took the seat next to his boyfriend, pouting and making it quite clear that he had no interest in their being here.

"Whaddya want?" Berwald asked, annoyed hoping to get rid of the Danish teen as soon as possible. Tino continued to fork at his breakfast, hoping to avoid confrontation.

"Jeez Waldy, not even a good morning? Well, I didn't want to talk to you anyway- I'm here for Tino." He said, still grinning.

With a sigh, Tino looked up from his food and met Mathias's eyes. "What is it, Mathias?" He asked, still tired from a late night and slightly sore from a very long session of lovemaking.

"You'd say we're friends, right Tino?" Mathias asked, thousand watt grin still burning bright. Nikolai almost dared Tino to say the wrong answer, cold sapphire eyes boring holes into the Finn's head. Luckily, Berwald answered before Tino could even open his mouth.

"Mathias, he isn't gonna help ya' clean up whatever ya' did in the chem lab." The Swede said, wrapping a protective arm around Tino.

"Relax bro; I wouldn't expose him to any toxic waste." He laughed, but then let his face shift into a more serious gaze. "But that's not what I want. Answer the question, Tino."

Shit. Tino hated these questions. He was always half-tempted to say something cold, bitchy, snarky, mean- anything but yes. It wasn't personal in Mathias's case, it was just… well, honest.

"Yeah?" He answered instead, eyes pretty and innocent as usual. If he could have seen himself in the mirror, he would have been nauseated.

"Great! You should come to Gil's party tonight- bring your boy-friend, I know ya' won't come without him." The Dane said, as though said boyfriend weren't right there next to them.

Well. He did like parties. It was hard to explain- he enjoyed the energy, he supposed, even if he didn't really enjoy everyone who was there always. Still though, he did like parties. He hadn't been to any in a while, now that he thought about it.

"Alright. Sure." He agreed. "And I will be bringing Berwald, you guessed right." He added, somewhat protectively. He knew Mathias could be kind of a dick-head from time to time, and he almost felt like it was his job to protect Berwald from the harsh judgment of these people in this place that didn't know anything about him. Maybe it was silly, but Berwald did plenty for him- couldn't he give back some, even if just a little?

Mathias just laughed. "Hey, I called it. Anyway, be there at nine- I don't think Antonio will be awake from his siesta until then, and everyone knows Gil and Francis won't start without the guy."

Tino just nodded and Lukas seemed to have grown impatient. A sharp poke was given to the Dane's cheek, who looked over to his Norwegian lover with a goofy grin. It earned an eye roll.

"I'm hungry, idiot. Can we get food yet?" He clipped. Mathias smiled a sly grin, chuckling.

"What babe? Wasn't the pølser enough for you?"

"Mathias, despite what you may believe, your dick is not magical-"

"Your trolls don't know shit about my-"

"-nor does not have the ability to sustain human life. And don't refer to it as food again, or I will castrate you." Nikolai said, looking dead serious. It was actually kind of creepy, Tino noted, and Berwald seemed to think the same. Mathias was the only one who seemed un-fazed.

"Kinky." The Danish male grinned.

"Mathias-"

"Will you eat it?"

"MATHIAS." A warning tone from the Norwegian, and hearty laugh from the Dane.

"Relax babe, you know you're just fun to mess with- and I know you love it too much to even try. Come on now, let's go."

Nikolai rolled his eyes and stood up, gratefully, and Mathias wrapped an arm around his waist affectionately and pressed a kiss against his head. Nikolai had since stopped his struggling against the touches long ago, but still huffed a little at the public display. He turned and started to walk away, Mathias by his side.

Berwald watched the two go and then met Tino's eyes, who smiled sheepishly.

"I know, I know, they're kind of a handful." He offered, brushing a bit of hair back behind his ear. Berwald nodded.

"Ah know. Used to be friends."

Tino looked up at Berwald now, curious. "Really?" he asked. They were hard enough to deal with for him, someone that they maybe kind of liked, but for Berwald? He had kind of inferred that they had a not so pleasant history.

"Yeah. S'not important."

Though Tino knew he should believe him, he couldn't. Had they been close? Did they laugh together? Did Berwald ever miss the two of them? Was that why he was a loner before they started going out? It made Tino's heart pang a little, and he leaned over to kiss Berwald's cheek.

"We don't have to go tonight, if you don't want to. We can just say I'm sick, and they can't argue with that." Tino offered gently.

But Berwald shook his head and took Tino's hand, gently rubbing the palm with his thumb. He knew Tino wanted to go- who was he to deny the beautiful boy?

"S'okay. We'll go." He responded.

Nodding, Tino smiled a little. Berwald was sweet. He did feel slightly guilty about dragging the man into the situation, and so he replied gently.

"Alright. But look, if you're uncomfortable just tell me- we'll find a way out."

And at that, the two went back to their meal, and ever so calmly went about their day.

The mirror told him that he looked good.

Damn good, if he did say so himself. Skinny jeans always did look nice on his legs, and the shirt hugged him in all of the right places and none of the wrong. The choker still held his neck in a vice like grip, but he knew that he wouldn't be using it tonight- not tonight. Tonight was a night to relax. He spun around a little, squeaking when a strong pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

"Cute."

"Eh wha?" Tino asked, tilting his head to look at Berwald. Surely he hadn't heard that right.

"Cute." Berwald repeated again, almost insistently. This time, it earned a smile from the Finn and a small laugh. It seemed so out of place for the man to use the word, but it was actually kind of sweet- even if his poker face did make it seem all the more outrageous. Instead of trying to form an immediate reply, Tino stood up on tiptoes and kissed the other's lips gently before he spoke.

"Hn. Ready to go?" He asked, taking Berwald's hand. There was still time for him to opt out- the Finnish male wouldn't blame him if he did. Mathias was a handful when sober, even worse when drunk, yet worse when he was around Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio, and hopeless if Nikolai let his inhibitions slip too. Still though, Tino couldn't deny that it was fun- even though sometimes he could barely remember what had happened when he finally came to.

Berwald didn't seem fazed, though, and simply nodded. "Ja."

So after a light peck to the taller man's lips, he led him out of the room and down the hallway corridor. Gilbert's room was a considerable walk away, but it wasn't hard to hear the racket coming from the silverette's room by the time they were only half-way there. If Tino hadn't already known where the room was from previous gatherings, he could have just followed the sound. When they got to the door conversations could be clearly heard through it.

"Kesese! West, you really need to loosen up! Come on, enjoy life for once!" A familiar voice urged, and Tino just laughed a little before knocking.

"Wes- oi, hang on west. YO WHO THE FUCK'S THERE?" Gilbert called. Typical greeting from the albino to almost anyone- it made Tino wonder what Roderich saw in him.

"Gilbert, its Tino." He responded simply.

"Ah, o-"

"IS WALDY THERE?" Another familiar voice chimed in. Berwald cringed.

The door opened before either could respond to reveal a partially disheveled Prussian. Some buttons on his shirt were undone, and his hair was a little more tousled than usual. Still though, he was definitely sober for the moment- if there was one thing the albino could do, it was hold his liquor.

"YO! So I see you both came for the awesome me? Well, get the fuck in here! Oh, Tino, Vodka's all yours. I don't even know how you like that shit."

Laughing, Tino walked in, pulling Berwald with him. "How could you not?" He countered.

Gil shuddered. "Tino, fucking Ivan drinks that shit. That should tell you something."

"Hey, hey, no-" a voice from across the room interrupted. The Finn looked over to see Feliks in Toris's lap sitting in the corner, probably previously having been engaged in some heavy petting. "We're like, totally not discussing that creep right now, right Liet?"

Toris agreed, and when Feliks noticed that everyone was now looking in his direction he shrunk back shy as ever, burying his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck and shoulder. Gilbert shrugged, but did drop the subject- Ivan was pretty fucking creepy in his book anyway. Now fully in the room, Tino looked around for a spot for Berwald and him to sit. He was pretty sure he'd end up on the Swede's lap, but it didn't seem like it was going to be much of a problem. Every other couple in the room was hanging on each other, and Tino had done more than just sit on Berwald's lap before. This was relatively tame.

There was a spot near Mathias, but Nikolai was currently in the process of giving the Dane an improvised lap dance and Tino was pretty sure the Norwegian would sic his trolls on him or something if he interrupted. The other spot was in between Francis and Ludwig, which was a slightly safer bet- but only slightly. While Ludwig was responsible, Francis definitely wasn't the safest person to be around.

Ah well. It was still safer than risking Nikolai's wrath.

"Hey guys." Tino greeted with a smile, pulling Berwald so that he ended up in the open seat.

"Hello Tino." Ludwig greeted, looking up from his beer.

"Bonjour, mon ami~." Francis almost cooed, eyeing up the Finn. Berwald looked over at the man, annoyed. He knew the French teen was a pervert, but somehow it still shocked him how blunt he was in his pursuits- especially when he was right there. Tino was either oblivious or didn't care, though, because he simply leaned in and kissed Berwald's cheek lightly before speaking again.

"I'm getting a drink Beh. I'll be right back." He announced before turning around and going in search of the vodka. Berwald wanted to ask why the hell Francis was staring at Tino's (glorious) ass (not like he hadn't done it once, but still- Tino was his now), but the Frenchman started the conversation before he could.

"I suppose Tino isn't so, shall we say, pure anymore now is he?" He chuckled, blue eyes sparkling like the red wine in his glass. Francis was known for snubbing cheap drinks- he'd rather bring his own pricy wine (sometimes spiked with something) with him. He took a sip, waiting for Berwald's response.

"S'none a yer business."

"Oh, relax mon ami, I already know what you two did- well, do. Everyone knows. Really, did you think it wasn't obvious? I can smell l'amour in the air! I can taste it!" He laughed, gesturing wildly with his free hand. Berwald was beginning to wonder how intoxicated the teen was; he was pretty sure that usually he scared the French boy pretty badly.

"Oh, I remember when he was set on 'saving his innocence' and whatnot- so much for that; it looks as though you certainly destroyed his resolve. I don't blame him- after all, such a stong, handsome young man is enough to make anyone-"

"Francis." Ludwig warned, sensing Berwald's inability to control the drunkard and the fact that he obviously wasn't used to being in these settings. Francis's usual harassment was one thing, but the German teen knew that Tino would definitely start a scene if he found that Francis had been trying to seduce his boyfriend.

"Je suis désolé, mon ami- I digress. But really now, how was he? Come now, you can share with me, I am quite well versed in all matters of l'amour."

Berwald stayed silent, unsure of how to respond. What the hell was he supposed to say? It wasn't like he went around bragging about his sex-life. That was more Mathias's thing. Francis took another sip of wine and leaned back, smile on his face.

"Come now, no need to be shy. You don't think I've heard raunchier? Your friends over there," He gestured to Nikolai, still grinding on Mathias "would certainly tell you otherwise. Besides- Tino seems so… oh, what's the word. Maybe- no, not quite. Ah…" he paused, struggling for words.

"Chaste." He finally finished, satisfied. "Yes. He seems chaste. Surely you're lovemaking is gentle, non?"

Berwald never got a chance to respond, because at that moment Tino came back over and took a seat in his lap, kissing his lips lightly before speaking.

"I found it~" He announced, showing the bottle before taking a swig. Francis chuckled.

"Oui, we can see that." He assured the Finn, who just grinned and took another sip.

That night, Berwald learned something about his lover. He could drink a lot of Vodka very quickly, and hold it very well- for a considerable amount of time. He carried on quite a few conversations, and he was still coherent enough that Berwald wondered if there was even alcohol in whatever he was drinking. It made him remember the day that they met, the drunken stagger the pretty Finn made towards him. It made him curious- how long had he been drinking that day to have gotten to that state?

He found himself wrapping his arms around Tino's waist almost protectively as things went on. It felt like hours had gone by but the clock told him that it had just barely been forty-five minutes. Shit. If he wanted to get out, he should probably tell Tino now before he was too drunk- but that would be inconsiderate. He looked so happy, relaxed and chattering on about whatever topics came up. It made the Swede resolve to keep his mouth shut and let his boyfriend enjoy himself for the night. More people came into the room- the Vargas siblings eventually came, Kiku Honda and Heracles Karpusi following, and later still Alfred came in dragging an only mildly reluctant British teen behind him.

Things started picking up as the alcohol started to take hold of everyone (with the exception of those who hadn't had anything to drink) and Berwald couldn't help but notice Tino's voice was just a little more slurred than earlier and he was swaying rather strangely in his lap. His ass brushed against Berwald's crotch every time he moved, and it made the Swedish teen's breath hitch every time it did. He tightened his grip even more on the Finn's waist, desperately trying to compose himself and not let Tino know that his grinding was starting to get to him. Of course, he was failing rather miserably, and Tino was sure to make him aware of that by turning around to face him and giggling.

"Hei Ber." He cooed, reaching over to stroke Berwald's cheek. The Swede blushed and looked to the side, which only earned another bit of laughter from his lover.

"What's wrong sweetie-?" He hiccupped, swaying a little. "Do you need something?"

Berwald couldn't quite meet his eyes. He had a fucking boner in front of about fourteen other people not including Tino- yes he needed something. He needed a cold shower, or a minute alone to fix it, or to get the fuck out of here. Francis seemed to sense the moment and chuckled, deciding to add his two cents.

"Mes amis, the closet is free- you might want to claim it before your friends over there decide to take advantage of the moment."

Perking up, Tino got off of Berwald's lap and grabbed his wrist before dragging him towards the open space, yanking him in and shutting the door almost gingerly. From outside Francis and Mathias shared a laugh, even though the others were mostly too immersed in their own activities to notice the others' disappearances.

Taking the initiative, Tino leaned in and kissed Berwald as he backed the man against the wall. He tasted vodka-bitter even with his normal sweetness, and it made the Swedish man a strange mix of guilt and nervous excitement. This- this was definitely raunchy. The closet didn't lock or anything. Hell, he wasn't sure if it was even entirely shut. Tino was probably drunk out of his mind, and it made Berwald wonder if maybe he was supposed to be a better person than to take advantage of the pretty little Finn. But even if he was, it wasn't like he could stop now. He wrapped his arms tighter around Tino, running his hands over his waist, over his thighs and hips and ass while they kissed.

Tino actually wasn't that drunk- he didn't think so, anyway. The room was just spinning because the earth was spinning, surely he wasn't that drunk… He was still somewhat coherent in his thoughts, right? At least, he thought so… he knew he was in a closet somewhere, and he knew that this was dirty. He also knew that it was common. How many of his companions had gone into this closet, some even leaving the door open half-way, to scratch an itch that was probably alcohol induced and fueled by peer pressure to just fucking do it, we're all cool here. Oh, it was common, yet here he was doing it for the first time, while the room spun round and round and round. Here he was dragging poor Berwald into it with him, making him do dirty things- he decided to hide behind the vodka on his breath instead of trying and rationalizing any further.

"Hei Ber…" He whispered, once they broke the kiss. He licked behind the man's ear, earning a shudder from him. "Let me," a hiccup "help you out there…"

Slowly he leaned in kissed the Swede's lips again, tenderly, and almost apologetically, before pulling back again and stroking his cheek. Moments later he took his hand off of the teen's cheek and dropped to his knees in front of him, face level with the fly of his boyfriend's jeans. Berwald's chest was heaving, eyes hazy and unsure as he looked down at his lover. Tino would never know that though, he didn't dare look up. Instead he reached out and undid the zipper, popping the button on the jeans and letting the erection that sprung from the boxers be his encouragement.

Taking a breath he leaned in and licked the head, eyelashes fluttering almost elegantly against his cheeks. He could already taste the precum leaking from the slit, and slowly he pressed his lips against it before he ran his tongue under the length. Berwald's breath was noticeably faster, and he could tell that the man was biting back a moan while he sucked at the base of the cock. He hummed slightly in response to the muffled sound, which made the Swede cave and gasp out slightly. At that, Tino licked back up to the head and teased again, just barely grazing it with his lips.

Dizzy, Berwald twisted his hands in Tino's hair and tried to press him closer. He was short of breath and pretty sure that he would suffocate if Tino didn't stop teasing. The reaction made Tino giggle a bit as he pressed his tongue against the head again before wrapping his lips around it and coating the throbbing tip with saliva. Sucking slightly, he looked up at Berwald for his reaction before he took any more in.

The shimmer of light that came through the too-big crack of the door spread across half of Berwald's face, but even without the light Tino could see the way that his head was thrown back as he bit his lip. With another soft hum, he bobbed his head further onto the member and continued to suck, returning his focus to the task in front of him. It was amazing how his inhibitions started to fade away as soon as he started; maybe he was even more drunk than he had initially thought. Good for him.

Popping the girth out from between his lips, Tino felt saliva strings still connecting it to his mouth as he gave another long lick over the length. He was pretty sure if the light could hit down where he was too the throbbing organ would be shimmering with a mix of saliva and precum- even in the not-so-dark it almost looked as though it was. Closing his eyes halfway he opened his mouth again and sucked it back in, bobbing his head just a bit faster. No need to go so slow- Berwald had been good, after all.

Soft sighs from Berwald and hums from Tino continued, and Berwald had no idea how much time had passed before he started to realize that he wasn't going to last too much longer. Tightening his grip in his lover's hair, he bucked down Tino's throat and released, groaning softly as he did. The Finn swallowed quickly, not missing a beat or even so much as gagging while he did. When he was sure that Berwald had fully rode out his orgasm he let the cock slip from between his lips and tucked it back into his pants, zipping them back up and kissing the fly before he shakily stood back up.

"Hehehe… Hej." He giggled, smiling a little. Berwald tried to catch his breath, nodding to Tino in response before he could actually speak.

"Hej." He replied quietly, wrapping his arms around Tino's wait and holding him close while he tried to comprehend what just happened. The door… the fucking door…

Tino took his hand and started to stagger towards it, but Berwald picked him up and cradled him so that he could carry him instead. For some reason, Tino burst into a strange fit of drunken laughter while Berwald carried him back out, earning grins and thumbs up from the bad touch trio.

"Hehehe…" Tino giggled, head spinning. That felt great. Fucking great… everyone else had to know surely, or else why would they be so happy too? Oh, wonderful…

"Ber," a hiccup. "Ber…" another hiccup.

"Su-san?" Kiku asked, a hint of concern in his voice. He had never quite taken to dropping the honorifics off of names, but he had taken to making even stranger nicknames for people. Sometimes Berwald wondered if it was from those shows he watched. "Su-san, is he alright?"

"Su-," another hiccup from Tino. "Su-san!" He giggled.

"Ahm takin' him back to the dorm." Berwald replied, earning a nod from Kiku and a slight groan from Gilbert.

"Aw, come on man! S'only midnight!"

"He's drunk, he can't even walk straigh'."

Gilbert shrugged. "Whatever man. Later! Next time maybe have a drink or five, kesesesese! You'll enjoy it more."

Not even wanting to think about next time, Berwald turned and hurried out of the room, a drunken Tino still mumbling incoherently as he moved down the hallway back to their dorm.

Meanwhile, Francis chuckled. "They put on a nice show, non?"

"Pfft. They could've done better." Lukas clipped, rolling his eyes slightly at the comment.

"Actually, I'd day that was pretty good for a first." Antonio commented, grinning and rubbing Lovino's waist. Lovino pouted, but commented in typical Lovino-fashion.

"The tomato bastard's right- they weren't bad for all of you fucking voyeurs." He hiccupped a little and Antonio laughed, cuddling him closer.

"Kesesese you're just jealous because the little bitch showed you up tonight!" Gilbert laughed.

"Seriously Nik, you gotta admit he did a good job rolling with it." Alfred said, only to be punched in the arm by the sad drunk clinging onto him. He grinned and whispered something presumably dirty to the British teen that of course no one else could hear because Mathias spoke next.

"Babe, you're still the best- come on, we all know that." He soothed, nuzzling the Norwegian's collarbone. "We're just saying the kid didn't crash and burn, ya know?"

"Oui~ I'd say we'd have them again, non?"

"Ja." Gilbert agreed, grinning.

"Si~!" Antonio chirped.

"Whatever." Lukas replied, rolling his eyes and leaning onto Mathias. Idiots.

"Su-San, I'm tired." The burnt-out teen whined, wrapped up in Berwald's arms and held against his chest. "I'm so tired…"

I know. Berwald wanted to say. I know.

"I'm so," a soft hiccup, "tired Be-eh."

I'm sorry, he wished that he could say. I'm sorry that I let you get so tired.

For some reason, his lips wouldn't move. They stayed set in a firm line as he carried the Finnish boy back to the dorm room, wondering why in hell he hadn't just taken his offer to pull the sick card. Was he being so inconsiderate, trying to let the Finnish teen have what he wanted and instead not noticing that maybe, just maybe, he didn't want it at all? Maybe Tino wanted him to be stopped. Maybe he wanted him to say no. Maybe he knew exactly how he got when he was like this, and expected Berwald to keep him from it. He really fucked up this time, if that was the case.

He breathed in a shuddering sigh and held his boyfriend more tightly to him as he started to unlock his door, and he was pretty sure that the beautiful boy was mumbling something onto his chest but he just couldn't make out what it was right now with so many other things that he was supposed to figure out. Was tonight all his fault? Was there even a way to stop it if he wanted to?

The door swung open slowly and Berwald carried the Tino into the room, gently sitting him on the edge of the bed and kneeling down while he took the boy's shoes and socks off. The Finn promptly fell backwards, unable to hold the upright position, and gave a small sigh when he did. His eyes fluttered closed and Berwald helped him upright again once he was finished, stomach churning all while he did. This was so, so wrong. How the hell did it get so far?...

Tino smiled a dazed smile when he blinked his eyes open and saw Berwald, giggling a little bit as he did. "Hei Ber…" He breathed, and then giggled again.

"Hej." Berwald mouthed back, unsure of how else to respond. Even as he stabled the boy he could feel him swaying in his arms, ready to fall the second he let go of him. He moved behind the teen and let him lean against his chest, and Tino snuggled against him and smiled a little.

"Hnngh… you're warm…" he mumbled against him. Berwald stroked his head gently, the throbbing in his chest panging more and more each second. Dammit. Dammit.

"I'm tireeed these clothes are," a hiccup "tight…" the Finnish teen whined again.

Slowly, doubting his self control, Berwald let his hands move to the hem of his lover's shirt and slowly tugged it over his head, revealing porcelain skin and earning a soft sigh from the Finn. His eyes were fluttering between half-open and not-quite closed, and Berwald almost wondered if he was asleep or still semi-conscious (or as conscious as one drunk could be, anyway). He moved his hands down to the tight jeans that still hugged the pretty boy's hips and unbuttoned them with shaking hands, having to almost peel them off more than anything. Tino laughed now, hiccupping every now and again.

"Hnngh… where am I?..." he mumbled, before laughing again.

How the hell could he not know where he was? He was with Berwald, in Berwald's room, because they were dating and he loved him- but would he really spend the night somewhere else, if Berwald hadn't carried him here? He didn't want to believe it. Tino was his, sweet and perfect and pure- wasn't he? Francis even said so, they all seemed to say so…

Unless they were all a bunch of filthy liars.

Somehow, he was afraid that he could almost believe that. Tino was still swaying slightly, humming incoherently, and Berwald found himself pinning him to the bed and kissing him, biting at his lips while he did. Tino made a small noise of surprise but his jaw was too slack to really move, and eventually he relaxed into the kiss. Berwald let his hands roam the lithe, naked body under him, groping and squeezing and trying to keep him right where he was.

"Ah love ya'." He panted when they parted and moved to the Finn's neck to start to bite at it, leaving big, dark bruises as he did, marking him his. Tino was his lover, and he sure as hell wasn't sharing with anybody. He had been chosen by the beautiful boy, hadn't he? Didn't he deserve to keep him, having been chosen above all of the rest of those filthy bastards? They would never know how to love him, surely. Only he knew how to do that. He moved to his jaw now, leaving a mark right where the neck and the bone connected. Tino moaned softly and let his head roll a little, whimpering softly whenever the teeth dug in just a little harder than they usually would have.

Large hands found their way to supple thighs and parted them, holding them open as he moved in between them. Tino was his. He proved it every night, and tonight would be no different. He fumbled as he unzipped his fly, kissing the other again while he did. Tino kissed back this time, sloppily and uncoordinated, and Berwald rubbed the Finn's length a few times before he slipped his fingers downwards, pressing one into the tight, hot entrance. This earned a soft cry, and even as he worked the finger around inside of the hole it still felt tight.

Tino, still in a drunken haze, squirmed around and mewled as he felt the strange, but familiar sensation. He twisted onto his side, panting a little at the probing. He should be used to this. He found himself arching into the sensation after a few more minutes, letting it happen, and sighing a little while it did. Though Berwald tried his best to be patient eventually the anxieties he played over and over in his head got the better of him and he removed his hand and replaced it on Tino's hip while he pressed inside, sheathing himself completely in one hard thrust. It caused a breathy moan to escape his lover's lips, and as it did the Finn lost his balance and fell belly-down against the mattress with his cheek pressed against the pillow.

He looked so beautiful laying there, eyelashes fluttering with half of his face pressed onto the bed. He could have been mistaken for an angel if it weren't for the way the pretty body tempting Berwald to thrust, satisfy himself, and put all of those silly insecurities to rest. Or maybe that was what made him look all the more angelic. How was he to tell such a thing? All the Swedish teen knew was that he needed relief. He moved, watching his length disappear into the tight cavern in front of him and then re-emerge, only to be taken back inside a mere half-a-second later. It was absolutely maddening. Tino's sighs, moans and cries were muffled against the sheets as he went, and he couldn't decide if he felt aroused by the sounds or disgusted by himself for why he was causing them.

What Berwald couldn't see was Tino's own half-hardened arousal against the sheets, smearing pre-cum against the material for every thrust that rocked him against the bed. He could feel a phantom burn, but everything was just so muffled right then. The earth was still spinning fast, and the faint pleasure from every brush against the fabric was a rather enjoyable, pulsating warmth. When he came it was slow, oozing and crawling over the sheets, and he wasn't even sure when he had climaxed. When Berwald came it was violent, cum splattering inside of the Finnish teen and filling him to the brim. He took a few shuddering pants and breaths before he pulled out, reaching under his lover and finding his hand to hold.

"I love you." He said, as clearly as he possibly could, kissing the back of Tino's shoulder as he caught his breath. He could feel his eyes welling with moisture, and he closed them as he took another shuddering breath in.

"Hn I love you too, Ber..." The Finn mumbled, sleepily and dazed and drifting into unconsciousness.

The second he was sure that Tino was asleep, Berwald let himself cry.

Author's Note: So I'm alive. Yes indeed I am. And, I have decided to pick this back up.

So, before I do anything else, I just wanted to say thank you. To all of you. Really, you guys are great, and I missed you all. I really appreciate the support you guys gave me when I took my little break, and to those of you who my story struck a cord in I'm glad that I could strike that cord. I love knowing I can connect with my readers.

Now that you all know I love you (yes you) I'd like to talk a bit about the story. As much as I hate the idea of revising things I have already put up, I have revised the end of this chapter and I am in the process of revising the next chapter. This is the only time I will do this. I did it because I felt they were inadequate, and some people kind of insuated that I was right. So, I did something about it. Now that I have done this, though, I need to ask a favor:

As you all know, I love reviews. Knowing you guys enjoyed my stuff is like gold, and whenever someone leaves concrit I'm happy that they cared enough to help me improve a little. But listen, I really don't like it when people wangst over a plot twist, or a character's action. I write it that way because I have a story I'd like to tell, and that's just the way that it needs to be told for me to feel like I've done it justice. I missed enjoying story-telling for the fun of it and not worrying about letting people down. I can only please so many people, and while I'd love to please you all the crushing reality that I've realized is I just can't. So, from here on, I'm not changing anything else. If you don't like it then I'm really sorry, and I hope you find something else that you can really really get into. If you do stay and enjoy it a little, thank you- it means more than you'd know~.

(Hope that didn't come off too harsh, I just needed to say it to move on. ^ ^;)

So, that being said, I think I'm ready to try again. The next revised chapter will be up soon, and the new one should be up faster because I'm trying to type a little every day. Also, a special thanks to MeinBritishBroski, Angel Yori, Magoo-Tora and LostHazelEyes for being lovely and there even when I was being a loser and not typing much, and SwedishHoeBag foe the mention in her fic.

I don't know how many of you can leave reviews because I know that someone told me you can't comment on a chapter you've already commented on, but I have no idea what happens if I resubmit either. But if it's possible any reviews, PMs, etc are always loved and welcome!