"This isn't exactly what I had in mind."

Lovino snorted, pressing the gun a little harder against Ludwig's head. The assassin smiled at the two of them, brushing back his hair. He was short, and sort of pudgy, and Lovino had his gun.

"Usually, whoever I'm trying to get to doesn't get threatened by his own boyfriend!" The assassin laughed again, smiling shyly.

"Fuck off, I'm not his boyfriend," Lovino snapped, tightening his arm around Ludwig's throat. "What the fuck do you want with him, you bastard?"

The assassin's smile fell slightly. "You can call me Tino! I don't think you'll be seeing me ever again, so, we can be on a first name basis, I think. Lovino, Ludwig, I'm Tino!"

Lovino took a step back, forcing Ludwig back with him. "No, listen here, you tell me why the fuck you're trying to get to him."

Tino's puckered his lips, thinking. "Hm, I'm sorry, I can't tell you that! I can tell you that it would probably be better to kill him now. I've been sort of fudging my own rules lately, so I've added torturing to my list of things I can do. Whoever wants your boyfriend dead wants him dead."

Lovino's breath hitched. "He's not my boyfriend," he yelled, voice cracking. "He's…" Lovino looked down at Ludwig, trying to push back the tears. God, he was such a crybaby. "Ludwig, what do we do?"

Ludwig was on his knees, head tilted slightly away from the gun. Lovino could feel Ludwig's anger, rolling off of him in waves. His whole body was tensed. Lovino was half afraid he would try and tackle Tino.

Tino rocked back and forth on his feet. "I'll give you a couple of minutes to say goodbye, yeah? I have an appointment I have to make in the morning—I don't want to be late!" Tino shook his head, shy smile still there.

Lovino cursed. "No, fuck you! You're not—"

"Lovino."

Lovino looked down. Ludwig's face was blurred from the tears in his eyes. "No, we can't… Ludwig…"

Ludwig stood and grabbed Lovino's face in his hands. "Lovino, I need you to listen very carefully to me. I love you. You may not love me, you might not be able to love me, but I love you. I have never been happier than when you were insulting me."

Lovino felt his face heating up. "No, no, no. You can't… Fuck you, you fucking bullshit I can't…" Ludwig kissed him, and Lovino wanted to keep kissing him and punch him at the same time.

"Time's up."

Lovino gasped as he felt something cold slide into him. It suddenly became ten times harder to breath. He dropped, his legs feeling like jelly. He was wet and bleeding, and there was a knife in his side.

Tino grabbed his gun from Lovino's hands and slammed it against Ludwig's temple, causing the larger man to drop like a stone. The assassin waved at Lovino before hauling Ludwig away.