A/N - So, i posted this elswhere... ahem nl-fiction DOT com, and it has been described as raunchy? I personally think it's quite tame, but i thought it fair to put a warning.

Erotic times ahead.

Olli inside him, supported by those strong arms, and anchored by green eyes reflecting light and love and something just a little darker something that made Christian's blood burn. He felt exposed and turned his head to hide in the crook of Olli's neck, tasting the sweat and inhaling that scent, the one that had nearly driven him mad with want after their first time, the one that was a unique bouquet of musk, and Olli's cologne, and something just indefinably perfect. When he started to gently rotate his hips, subtly establishing a rhythm for them to follow, it became so hard to concentrate on one sensation at a time. Christian's nerves sang as Olli traced senseless patterns on his back, they composed a symphony when he felt the first brush of Olli's thick length against his prostate. He couldn't comprehend the shuddering ecstasy coursing suddenly through him, and the waves and waves of lust that had him breaking out in a sweat, and clenching tighter and tighter around Olli's hard dick.

"Olli- Mein Gott"

Christian shut his eyes tight against the onslaught and mewled his pleasure and fear against his Olli's throat. His hands frantically searched for purchase, finally anchoring themselves in the silken thickness of Olli's hair. Was it supposed to feel so good? Was his ass supposed to grab and clench like this at Olli? Why couldn't he catch his breath, panting like he was in the 8th round? What the hell was going on?

When Olli started speeding up, Christian was sure he would die, he tried to pull away to warn him but Olli only growled and tightened his grip. Christian knew he was gone, knew if he looked into those eyes now, he'd probably fall prey to whatever had taken a hold of Olli as well. When he felt the sharp white teeth grazing his shoulder, his cock danced and leaked even more fluid, and Christian's voice hit a register he was sure he hadn't hit since middle school, before descending into a cacophony of breathless grunts and sustained moans.

He gave up trying to pull away, he'd lived an ok sort of life, and if it were to end locked in his lovers arms in the grips of such intense pleasure, it couldn't have been that bad. Instead Christian was frantic trembling in awe of every marvelous inch of Olli, his hands roaming the sturdy biceps, his hips snapping up to press his aching dick against the smooth muscular stomach, his mouth begging for those unearthly soft lips, but he kept his eyes closed.

He didn't know what else to do, though his body seemed to get the message, there was still a part of Christian that couldn't stop seeing Olli walk away, better to not see him at all than to face even the specter of abandonment. It was a tiny cold kernel of fear that Christian wanted, desperately, to dispel, but couldn't. Despite all they'd been through tonight, it was imbedded in him, so deeply. This, incredible thing they were doing was so much, and at the same time it wasn't enough. What more could he-

"Look at me Christian"

That velvet voice, his lifeline reaching out to him and in his confusion, he grasped it.

He could do nothing but obey, and his heart stopped at what he saw there. No, lust crazed monster or indifferent lover, no instead an answering need, that same mirrored defenselessness that made him want to hold on tight made him search for the hot press of Olli's mouth, made him want to take in more of Oliver and possibly - no definitely - never let go.

"Christian" – his name on Olli's lips was a broken desperate thing, a growl that spoke of fulfillment, of eroticism and not least of all love, as he moved faster plunging into Christian's tight warmth

"Ich Liebe dich"

Christian broke, he let it all go, his thin excuses for keeping Olli at bay, his fear his reluctance all shattered as his hands threaded together behind Olli's neck, his back arched neck exposed impossibly long and as Olli got even deeper while Christian hung on for dear life, feeling every thrust reverberate through the length of his body, his cock twitching, slick, and needy.

When Olli put his hand on him, Christian's mind shattered, battered and buoyed by love he couldn't hear himself, could only feel could only hold on to Olli that much tighter as cold fear receded into a white hot ember of love and desire radiating outward, suffusing his tanned body as he arched and shuddered through a climax so intense he was sure he'd be left blind. Christian was beyond thought, beyond reason, was only dimly aware that his mouth was moving, a litany of probably wordless sounds; but Olli was still at the edge, and what he heard Christian say had him flying over it.

It was a chant, a prayer, whispered, reverently feverishly as the last barriers tumbled and Christian panted through his new reality.

"Ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich, bitte,so sehr, fur immer…fur immer."*

*ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich, bitte, so sehr, fur immer....fur immer - I love you, I love you, please, so much, forever, forever

Mein Gott - My God