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"Feliciano, hey." Ludwig nudged the sleeping man behind him with his back, the Italian's arms only squeezing his torso tighter. When Ludwig had realized that Feliciano had been sleeping the majority of the ride, he had nearly had a heart attack. It would have been too easy for the man to fall off, and though there hadn't been much traffic to worry about, the road rash and possible injuries would have still been horrible. However, Ludwig also remembered that the grip the man had on him never lessened. Leave it to Feliciano to be able to multitask while sleeping.
Ludwig sighed at how difficult he was being and looked around for a moment. The Inn was right off the side of the road; a few tall trees stood in behind it and the opposite side of the road was completely dark. If it hadn't been for the bright bar lights he would have never seen this place. There wasn't even any paved drive in or gravel. Done looking, he returned his attention to the lightly snoring Italian.
Nudging him a little more, Feliciano finally woke up and looked around with bleary eyes. His attention was caught by the loud sounds of men yelling and music, coming from a brightly lit bar attached to an Inn. The thought of a French bar made him giggle, catching Ludwig's attention.
"What's funny?" he asked, getting up with a grunt and stretching. They had ridden all day, only stopping a few times, and it was starting to wear on the German.
"Hmm, nothing. Where are we, anyway?" Feliciano chirped, already feeling more awake, and mimicking Ludwig's actions before he leaned against him. Ludwig smiled shyly down at him, hesitantly bringing his arms around Feliciano. It was still hard to get used to this constant affection, though he wasn't complaining. Something about the way Feliciano's eyes were so clear and how he held himself so freely put him at ease. That is, when he wasn't getting into trouble.
"It's just a small inn; we can stay here tonight and head off to town tomorrow." Ludwig began to walk to the front of the establishment, Feliciano clinging to him for warmth. They were just approaching the door when Feliciano stopped them.
"What is it?" he asked, double checking the kickstand on his bike before letting go of it; he would need to take it inside the room with them. It was nice looking, even if it was older, and he didn't want it to get stolen.
"Could we sit in the bar for a little bit? It looks fun and there's even music!" Feliciano exclaimed excitedly, waving his arms towards the building.
"Well…," Ludwig murmured, not sure. He had a bad feeling about leaving the skinny man alone with god-knows how many burly and possibly drunk men. As he hesitated, Feliciano came up to him and hugged him tightly, pressing kisses at his jaw and neck.
"Pleeeease?" he pleaded, showing off his wide eyes before pressing another kiss to his jaw. The German blushed at the kisses and heat from their bodies being so close. Sighing, he finally nodded and Feliciano jumped up and down excitedly before bringing Ludwig's head down for a slow kiss. After a moment, Ludwig allowed himself to fall into the kiss, savoring the sweet tastes of the Italian. Very slowly, Ludwig pressed his tongue to Feliciano's bottom lip.
Feliciano gasped slightly, clenching onto the taller man harder before hesitantly opening his mouth for Ludwig. He knew how tongue kissing worked, but he didn't have any kind of experience with it, so he left it to Ludwig. When he opened his mouth, Ludwig slowly moved his warm muscle in. The inside of Feliciano's mouth was warm and somehow soft. He began to gently explore the moist cavern, coaxing the smaller man to do the same.
Slowly, Feliciano probed at the other's invading tongue. It was moist and warm and he felt himself begin to tingle all over, cheeks hot and breath ragged. He moaned lightly and blushed harder at the sound, having never made one like it before. All the while his heart swelled, this feeling of being whole when he was so close to Ludwig new and a little frightening. His desire for him also put him over the edge. He wanted the taller male so badly that it left a clenching feeling in his chest.
Ludwig growled as he molded their bodies more together, he wanted every inch of him to be touching the other man. As he deepened the kiss, that's when he felt it.
His head began to swim and tingle, and every muscle tightened. Like an animal, he could feel the urge to roughly take what he wanted. "Who could stop you? He wants it, doesn't he?" The beast's thoughts plagued him and made his arms clench tighter around Feliciano, who was too lost in the kiss to notice how rigid the other's body had become. Ludwig slid his tongue more roughly against the other's, tension building. He could see Feliciano under him, begging, calling, and screaming with pleasure and pa-
"Mm, Luddy," Feliciano moaned lightly, and the sweet voice created a strange reaction. All at once the thoughts left him and he slowly recoiled from the other, the adrenaline causing him to feel as if he needed to run somewhere, anywhere.
"I-I need to get the room," he breathed out heavily, arms slightly shaky as he slid them down to rest at Feliciano's side. "Can you get me a seat inside?"
"Y-yeah," Feliciano nodded his head, hair mussed and cheeks red. His still felt dizzy from the intense feelings, and he couldn't put his finger on it, but something looked different about Ludwig. He suddenly seemed bigger and an unfamiliar glint in his eyes made the younger's heart beat in a strange way. Deciding to let it go, he began to walk to the hazy bar.
"Damn!" Ludwig cursed, making a small dent on the hotel room door. He couldn't have gotten away fast enough from Feliciano, he had practically run. The woman at the counter had given him a strange look as well when she noticed his ragged breath and shaky hands. When he had gotten to the room, he found a place to put his motorcycle against the wall, then abruptly sat and thought.
Of all the things he had to have a problem with in this spontaneous and strange relationship, the worst had to be that thing. No matter how he looked at it, it was dangerous. What didn't make sense to Ludwig though was that this was the first time it had come up during such an activity. The German wasn't in any way a ladies man; he was far too awkward, but he had a few one night lovers in the days he drowned his sorrows in beer. Nothing of the sort happened then, of course, he didn't feel the things he felt with Feliciano with them.
Ludwig didn't feel like himself at all in those few intimate moments with the red-head. Affection, especially Feliciano's kind, was so embarrassing to him. He was sure he looked silly; a tall muscular and stern looking German man blushing like a school-girl and fumbling over his words. He just couldn't help it. Ludwig had such strong feelings for this man, and strangely, he easily overlooked it. Perhaps it was the pure bliss he felt in holding the other, how the giggles that came from that sweet mouth at his embarrassing actions made his heart hurt. He would so easily become overwhelmed with so many unfamiliar things.
He could also lose it all.
There was no way that he could ever allow anything to hurt Feliciano, and that included himself. Sighing, he rose from his seat on the double bed and locked the room behind him, walking down the short flight of stairs to make his way to the bar. Just as he was walking in and his eyes adjusted to the hazy air and thick smell of smoke, he noticed a string of entranced looking men surrounding the bar. Interested, Ludwig moved to stand behind one of the shorter French-men, and gaped.
There, on a tall barstool looking flushed and as talkative as ever was Feliciano. Though this would have seemed normal, the small male had somehow lost Ludwig's jacket and his outer shirt, leaving his thin white button open enough for the majority of olive-skinned chest to show. The most astonishing part, however, was the quantity of empty shot glasses surrounding him; about 10 from he could see. Yet, Feliciano seemed to be completely fine, other than a little tipsy. The
When he saw Ludwig, his behavior immediately changed as he run flying toward him, pushing through the other men at a blurred speed until he was clinging to the other, arms securely around his middle.
"Oh, Luddy! I won some money from a drinking game and now all of our drinks are free! And all these men got so surprised when I won you should have seen their faces!" he chattered at lightning speed, not caring that he was in front of an entire crowd of people and acting as if the two of them were completely alone. Plus, he had only been gone about ten minutes, making Ludwig wonder how in the world he had managed this.
"Feliciano," he said, causing the other to stop and look up at him curiously, "did you drink all of those by yourself?" the German could believe it if maybe Feliciano acted as if he had just finished off ten shots of what was most likely some strong liquor.
"Yes! It's a lot weaker than what we have at my house, but-" he motioned for Ludwig to lean down so he could reach his ear to whisper, "The French can't beat our alcohol." He pulled back with a wink and a mischievous look as he turned to face the other men, leaving Ludwig feeling dazed at the situation.
"This is my boyfriend, Ludwig," the Italian chirped happily, taking hold of one the German's muscular arms and smiling proudly. Instantly a dark blush covered his face and he coughed a little into his free hand and giving the men an awkward smile before nodding his head ingreeting.
"Ah, so this is the legendary German man we have heard so much of," came an airy voice, drawing Ludwig's attention to the most stereotypically French man he had ever seen. He had shoulder length flowy, blonde hair and slight stubble. He sat in a chair nonchalantly near the small crowd, one leg balanced on the opposite knee, looking to well dressed for such a place.
He flashed a smug smile at Ludwig and exaggeratingly to himself, "I, am Francis Bonnefoy." He introduced and stood to shake the other's hand. Unexpectedly he had a firm handshake when Ludwig robotically accepted the hand. Clearing his throat, he looked curiously at the fine slacks and purple vest the other man wore, also noticing he was almost Ludwig's height.
"You have yourself quite a lovely kitten there, mon ami," he sang, rather than said-at least to Ludwig. Said man became embarrassed again and felt his face heat, especially with all the other men staring.
"T-thank you," he murmured quietly, looking at his feet. Francis seemed more amused than anything and sat down with a wolfish look at Feliciano that Ludwig didn't miss. Thank god he hadn't waited longer before getting Feliciano. Though, this whole other situation with all these people and feeling like he was meeting someone important had him through a loop. He wasn't used to most people looking at him, let alone talking and giving him approving pats on the back that seemed less than innocent.
"Hey Luddy, let's sit over there," Feliciano easily led the dazed man to a corner booth that allowed them to see the entirety of the bar. Ludwig sat against the wall and took in the scenery, easily forgetting his earlier conflict. From the outside, it looked like it might have been run-down, but the inside told a different story. The floors were made of old wood, but the panels were even and showed no signs of cracking. Low hanging chandeliers were the only source of light above each table and booth, which were made of some nice looking dark wood. The bar was lit better than the rest of the establishment and had a large selection of mostly wine, served in expensive looking wine glasses. To his right, Ludwig could make out a dance floor in front of the main tables where a few couples swayed to a small band that consisted of a few violins, a guitar, and an accordion. The music was well played and set the atmosphere for the dark room.
A waiter came to the table, wearing a white shirt and a black vest over black slacks, with a glass of wine and what, hopefully, looked to be a large beer. Luckily, he was right, and about to think he ought to be insulted that they assumed since he was German he would drink beer, when he caught Feliciano's eyes. They seemed brighter in the low light and glinted when he saw Ludwig. He watched closely as Feliciano's full lips touched the wine glass, his pink tongue darting out to lick a bit off the rim.
Feliciano gave him a saucy smile and took his hand into his own, leaning over the table as he idly fiddled with Ludwig's long fingers. Every once in a while, when the larger man took a sip of beer of glanced slightly at the other; Feliciano would be caught giving Ludwig a look that sent shivers down his spine.
It may have been the atmosphere and the beer, but it seemed like he was being seduced, and failing to resist it as well. One more simpering look from the other convinced him and suddenly those innocent touches on his hand weren't so innocent.
Suddenly, Feliciano stood and moved to stand next to Ludwig. He gave the man a curious look until Feliciano gave his hand a tug.
"Dance with me?" his voice had a teasing lilt to it and Ludwig sputtered a little.
"W-well I don't know…" he said, looking at his shoes again. It wasn't that he didn't know how to dance; he knew the waltz and ballroom dancing very well for the parties and formal events he had gone to in the military, but it seemed more was being asked of him than that. Again he blamed the atmosphere and took notice of the music. The guitar was being plucked and the accordion played a slow but seductive beat, the violins accentuating the feeling. All in all in was very much making the German man a little hot thinking of being pressed up against Feliciano and moving, but he tried to remember that this was mostly in his hand.
Giving in easily, he let Feliciano lead them to an empty spot away from some of the other couples. Immediately, he felt eyes on them, after all, they were two men, and swallowed as he wrapped his right arm around Feliciano's waist and took his other hand in his left. Feliciano seemed to think they were too far apart and stepped closer, wrapping his free arm around Ludwig's neck as best he could, considering the height difference.
Ludwig slowly led the first step, not even thinking of if Feliciano knew the dance until then. He didn't have to worry though as the Italian easily moved with him, albeit a lot more fluidly and natural than Ludwig who moved stiffly. After a few steps though, he relaxed a little, falling in step with the music and studying Feliciano's face.
His cheeks still retained some color from the alcohol and his hair, though a little astray, shone and fell around his eyes. His eyes, of course, were amazing. The way they filled with laughter when Ludwig spun them slightly as they came too close to the band, and how they were the picture of desire at the moment. Ludwig pulled him closer with his hand at the small of Feliciano's slim back. He watched mesmerized as the other hips swayed slightly to the music, feeling them against his own as they were so close together.
Surprising Feliciano, Ludwig led him out in a slow spin, pulling him back and pressing against him. Feliciano only pressed back more against Ludwig's chest as they swayed, causing his heart beat to hasten. Ludwig let out a hot breath against his before spinning him out again; moving his arm up and over Feliciano's head so he could turn, before swiftly pulling him back, their bodies now flush. They moved in perfect sink now, eyes locked, Ludwig stepping forward just as Feliciano moved back. The German was sure he had never moved so smoothly before during dancing, and the whole dance itself seemed far different. Everything seemed intimate and had an underlying meaning; every touch, every look, and every move. I want you.
Feliciano made everything seem different though, even him. He felt like he was a different person, and the Italian's warmth only made him feel it more. The only thing his mind registered now was their two bodies moving and the quiet music. The dim lighting sent shadows over Feliciano's smooth and tan skin, the dips of his collar bone darker than the rest as the light didn't reach them.
They swept along the floor, gazes locked, as the song seemed to be reaching its end. Ludwig gave Feliciano a hungry look, forgetting the presence of other people as the Italian "accidentally" ground their hips together as he moved them. The guitar was plucking its last notes and the violins were trailing off when Ludwig pulled him closer, one arm around his waist and the other across his back and hand supporting his head, when he dipped them. It was a short dip, leaving the large German only slightly bent as he attached their lips. He moved them gently, mouth slightly opened, before he pulled away to look at Feliciano.
He was more than satisfied at the rough breath and how the smaller man's cheeks were on fire as he looked longingly up at him. Ludwig would have been happy to oblige as well, except the sudden clapping that erupted from the other people with them in the bar. Startled, he lifted Feliciano up, letting him lean on his arms as his entire body seemed to have turned to putty.
Francis stood and walked to them, clapping and looking winded.
"That, was the best performance I have ever seen," he gushed out, placing a hand on his chest and one on Ludwig's shoulder. "I had no idea how passionate Germans could be," he sighed this time and looked ready to swoon with a hand on his forehead.
"Such movement! As if you two were one being, such envious movement." Ludwig blushed at this, and knowing that the whole things had been watched by a group of strangers had him wishing he was somewhere else. He felt naked almost, holding a very weak-in-the-knees Italian, out on the now empty dance floor. Even the band stared, astonished and far too amazed for just their dancing. Although, Ludwig felt very amazed himself.
Ludwig made to say something, mostly in an attempt to lessen the heavy and confusing atmosphere, when Francis shook his head and waved his hand in the direction of the door, shooing him.
"Non, you must be very tired, from such a performance." Ludwig didn't miss the innuendo in the way he said tired, or the wink as he nodded numbly while half carrying Feliciano out the door. For the second time today he felt extremely confused and embarrassed, and was desperately trying to figure out what had just happened when Feliciano stirred at his side. He had been awfully quiet, and the German was afraid that he had embarrassed the other by kissing him in front of so many people. At least, a kiss like that. His heart sank at that thought; he didn't want to make Feliciano uncomfortable.
"Feli?" he tried, using a nickname. Tear filled eyes met his, and Ludwig halted his steps, instantly beginning to panic as his chest tightened. He had obviously been right about the embarrassment thing and leaned down with concern in his wide eyes.
"Feliciano? What's wrong? I-I didn't mean to embarrass you; I just got caught in the moment. Well that's not really an excuse I'm so sorry I-" he was jerked down abruptly to meet eager lips and Feliciano clung to him in desperation. Ludwig was surprised and pulled away before anymore could happen. Feliciano pouted and attempted to reach his lips again, only to be held back at the shoulders.
"What? Why- just all of a sudden? You were crying-" Ludwig groaned and lowered his head, not thinking or speaking clearly. Feliciano let out a small giggle at how cute the German was acting and kissed his hands where they lay on his shoulders. Moving out from under them, he hugged Ludwig and let out another quiet laugh.
"I was crying because I was so happy," he whispered into Ludwig's broad chest. He let his hands move along the broad back, appreciating how muscular it seemed to be.
"Happy?" Ludwig asked, feeling a little better knowing that he hadn't just driven away the most important person in his life. That was the first time he had even thought of how important Feliciano was to him, he couldn't imagine losing him, even so soon after they were together.
"Mmhmm," Feliciano purred, running his hands over Ludwig's chest now. "When I thought, 'Luddy treats me so well and is so romantic' I got all teary, because Luddy is really important to me and I care about him." Feliciano buried his face into Ludwig's shoulder, feeling a little embarrassed.
Ludwig only let out a huge sigh. He felt absolutely relieved that he hadn't done anything wrong, and smiled a little at how cute Feliciano could be when he acted like a child. He even felt a little proud of himself for being romantic completely on accident.
"Are you mad?" he heard the quiet question as Feliciano peeked out from his shoulder.
"Of course not, that…that makes me very happy. You-" he paused to clear his throat and looked away, "You are also very important to me." His face heated up, even his ears burned as he stole a glance at the Italian.
Feliciano smiled happily and squeezed Ludwig, laughing and leaving a trail of kisses up the pale neck before him. Ludwig took that to mean everything was fine, letting himself relax under Feliciano's touches. He hadn't been very touchy before he met the Italian, but he was quickly learning to at least accept the affection, if not give it when he had the courage. Soon he felt a little too good and remembered where they were. He pulled away, lightly squeezing a smaller hand in his own as he took Feliciano to the hotel room.
Just the thought of where they were going had him on edge, in his mind it sounded far too suggestive. Did that make him a pervert? He shook his head and felt Feliciano draw closer to him, it was cold after all. They climbed the stairs quickly and Ludwig found his hands shaky as he attempted to unlock the door. Feliciano watched on quietly, doing his best not to laugh at the cute display of nerves. Gently, he took Ludwig's hand into both of his. With a small twist, the door was unlocked and the German looked more embarrassed than ever as he smiled at Feliciano as a sort of thanks.
The two shuffled into the room, Ludwig shutting the door behind them, not bothering with lights, as Feliciano jumped in the large bed. Ludwig smiled at how relaxed the Italian already looked, wishing he could loosen up that way as well. It seemed he was just naturally a strict person. He was also quite relieved that nothing was going to happen beyond sleep in the bed, he still had no idea what he was going to do about getting too feral with his little lover.
Yawning, he sat on the edge of the bed. In only moments a pair of warm arms slinked around him, causing him to smile and close his eyes, leaning back into the other. Feliciano hummed and snuggled his head into the crook of Ludwig's neck, leaving a small kiss there before running his hands over broad shoulders. Experimentally, he began to lightly knead the muscles, eliciting an appreciative moan from the other as he leaned forward to allow Feliciano more room to work. Feliciano kicked his legs in excitement before kneading a little harder.
Meanwhile, Ludwig was beginning to get very relaxed. He couldn't recall ever getting a massage, but he was sure Feliciano had to have some kind of experience. The hands easily kneaded out the knots and kinks in his stiff back, and he wasn't even embarrassed about letting out pleased sounds to tell how much he appreciated it. After a few more minutes, Feliciano leaned over his shoulder, smiling as always.
"Could you lie down? It'd be easier for me to get all the good spots!" Ludwig nodded and wondered what he meant about 'good spots' before stretching his body out across the bed and laying his head on his folded arms. He was a little started though when quick nimble hands removed his shoes and his shirt was tugged at. It took him a moment but he finally decided massages must be easier bare, so he complied, doing his best to hide his red face. Undressing in front of Feliciano in a hotel room, alone, felt strange. He really was a pervert, and he blamed it on all the romance novels he had read. He hadn't bought them, well, maybe a few, but most had been presents from Gilbert. He always had tried to embarrass him about his love for reading and having a 'sensitive' side.
Ludwig got comfortable again and pushed all thoughts aside as Feliciano moved to sit at the small of his back, legs on either side of him. The weight was comfortable and he instantly melted into the warms hands as they kneaded his back again. It felt even better this time, now he could directly feel Feliciano's smooth, warm hands as they danced across his bare back. After about a few more minutes he yawned and turned, reaching his arms around Feliciano.
The Italian giggled and squirmed, murmuring something in Italian before snuggling in close to the German. He laid his head on his chest and busied himself with drawing shapes on Ludwig's stomach. It tickled slightly, but otherwise was soothing. He pulled the blankets over both of them, making sure to leave Feliciano's head uncovered, and lightly stroked Feliciano's head. He always did marvel at how soft it was, and that one curl…
"Ludwig?" Feliciano suddenly asked, breaking off his thoughts.
"Yes?" he answered, rubbing a gentle hand on his back. He didn't usually call him by anything other than his nickname unless he had something important to say.
"Do you think we'll find fratello soon?" he spoke quieter this time, obviously trying to keep himself under control.
"I do," he answered quickly; he hated it when Feliciano cried. "We'll find him real soon, so don't worry. Now go to sleep, it's late," with that he kissed the top of Feliciano's head, glad they had left the lights off when they came in so he didn't have to spoil this moment.
Ludwig smiled when he felt the other's breathing even out. After a moment's hesitation, he took one of the smaller hands into his own. With one hand he held it up and placed it against his own, larger one. His fingers were about an inch longer and thicker than Feliciano's, though they weren't much bigger. Something about the way Feliciano acted always made him seem smaller, and Ludwig found the need to remind himself of Feliciano's age. Sighing, he tangled their fingers together and placed a kiss on each knuckle, wondering what he would think of that if he were awake. It was easier though, when Feliciano was asleep, to give him affection. He didn't get embarrassed. Taking one final look at the serene face of his lover, Ludwig closed his eyes and almost immediately fell into a relaxed sleep.
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