He took back every single positive thought he had ever developed in regards to the new addition. Waking up with that nude thing snuggled up close was against all his beliefs. Beliefs like no touching, no cuddling, don't remove clothes, keep to your self, and so on. It simply wasn't done. So now, as he shouted while falling from his level in the nest, Feliciano blearily looked over the edge.

"Are you playing a game, Ludy? Isn't it a bit early?" He yawned in the middle of his question, eyes not quite focused.

Ludwig, where he now lay on bedding at the bottom level, glowered up at him viciously. Sleepy little Feliciano flitted down, landing atop the angry fae, and settled comfortably across the man's groin. Ludwig gave a sound of frustration, looking up at him from his uncomfortable position, and found himself studying the body for a moment.

Feliciano was very lithe. Not at all a muscular form he embodied the fae spirit. So feminine and delicate, Ludwig wondered how much trouble he endured back at the den. The thoughts bothered him. He didn't want to think about the fae as anything more than a nuisance. After all, Ludwig had long since reached the age of maturity and had yet to pick a mate. His internal drive nagged at him, but he refused to yield to it. Much more important things to do then breed.

Yet right now, at this moment, he looked up at the fae and felt a stirring in him. His mouth felt unusually dry and his body hot. He swallowed and tried to build up spit to wet his mouth. It didn't seem to help much. Feliciano seemed more awake now and bounced a little with his growing energy.

Ludwig gave a sound, eyes shutting for a moment as a pleasant sensation reached him. The other fae blinked, but delighted in making his new friend happy for once bounced again. Ludwig could feel the erection as it thickened and curved. His clothing forced it to point upwards towards his navel and made him keen softly. It was uncomfortable.

But then Feliciano would bounce and slide, making the German shudder and bite his lip. Already his breaths were loud as he drew them in through his nostrils. Feliciano smiled and for a moment Ludwig realized that, though an idiot, this fae knew what he was doing.

Well, Ludwig wouldn't be outdone. His hands were larger than the other's and no doubt had a different texture. He need only rub and the difference would likely overwhelm the fae.

He held the limp thing in his hand and Feliciano jerked to a halt. His body quivered and for a moment the blonde felt arrogant. He tugged slowly, the limp thing giving way and flopping slightly with the motions. As he kept rubbing it, feeling how soft the skin was and the way it moved under his palm, it began to harden. It was, he realized with some bitterness, longer than his own. Yet it didn't have the same girth. Somehow he drew comfort in that.

"Ludy- take out your thing." Feliciano whined at him, hands gripping Ludwig's shirt where he sat.

"No. I will not." He stated firmly, hand still stroking the fae to full rigidity.

"Ludy, take out your thing. Come on Ludy. Ludyyy." His slender hands moved and rubbed along the erection through the pants, making Ludwig moan.

The fae was annoying, even during all this. When Ludwig didn't object again Feliciano took it as acceptance. He undid the button and tugged the pants down enough in the front that Ludwig's rigidity stood bare. Feliciano gave a sound at the sight and ran his hands along it. Occasionally he would jerk as Ludwig's strokes distracted him, making his own work more difficult.

With some eagerness he rubbed the full length of Ludwig's member, played with the head, and rubbed back to the base again. They both moaned and gave soft grunts as each one pleasured the other. They kept touching and stroking, giving full attention to each detail, and Ludwig couldn't handle much more.

He was delighted that Feliciano failed to contain himself first. The Italian gave a cry and let himself go, his fluids going onto Ludwig's hands. Ludwig lasted only a few strokes longer, his sac spasming before finally he spilled across his shirt. They kept stroking each other, relishing in the spill, and let go once they both felt the other was drained.

It seemed awkward for just a moment, neither one sure what to say first, and so they gave small sounds as they separated. Ludwig looked down at his shirt and sighed, removing it to later be washed.

"Ludy? Why does your back look like that?" Feliciano's voice sounded uncertain, almost cautious.

Ludwig curved his arms back and rubbed his hands along his lower back. He knew he had several scars, but he never really thought about them.

"I was a soldier. One of the lead guards for out den." He finally answered, eyes shut as he reflected on his position.

"A soldier? Really! That's so amazing! I know back home our guards were really really strong! You could count on them for anything!" Feliciano flit around the man, landing in front of him again and taking his hands. "That means you're really amazing, Ludwig."

Amazing. It was hard work getting into the guard. He had struggled and fought, suffered for it, and yet when those two humans came he threw it all away on an odd whim. A singular whim. They had looked at his scarred body and seen something more than a soldier.

"Nothing but another worker? Nonsense! I see you are strong and handsome, a masterpiece crafted by nature's hands!"

Roderich had said such a wonderful thing that day. He had changed Ludwig with just a few words. Had Ludwig met Feliciano before now he would likely have killed him. He was an outsider from another den. Yet here they were, sharing their nest. What was wrong with him? What was he doing? He was no soft creature like the humans.

"Boys! Come down for breakfast!" Elizaveta called pleasantly.

Feliciano put on his clothes as Ludwig found a clean shirt. The small hand slipped into his own and led him down to the kitchen. The humans smiled brightly, seeming to have an air of relief about them. Prayers were said and the faes shared their fruit. Ludwig watched Roderich and Elizaveta. He studied how this mated pair was so tightly bonded together. It was unfair. Yet, perhaps Ludwig could have something similar. He turned to touch Feliciano's hand as Roderich had Elizaveta's only to stop. He was an absolute mess. Again.

I give up. There is no salvaging the wreck of this fae!

Author's note: Hi guys. I feel bad that it's another short chapter, but with how busy things are I'm glad to have anything done. I hope to make the next chapter a little lengthier, but we'll see what happens. (I never really plan these things out really. It's just verbal vomit.) See you next time!