Locked Away (GerIta)

Chapter 43

Ludwig kissed him deeply, slowing down only a little, wanting to feel Feliciano writhe beneath him. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side, pulling back and locking his eyes on the dog tags that rested on the Italian's chest.

The ones he'd left long ago.

"Wear those everyday?" He asked in a whisper, taking off their clothes quickly. "Hm?"

"Yeah," Feliciano nodded, instinctively closing his legs as a sense of vulnerability passed over him.

He blushed as Ludwig's hands forced them back apart and gasped as the German wasted no time in preparing him. He gripped the sheets and Ludwig hummed, leaning up to ghost his lips along the Italian's jawline.

"Good boy, wearing my tags everyday." He rasped. "Wear 'em when you fucked her?"

Feliciano's eyes shot open at the question and he shook his head quickly. "Only wore them for you."

Ludwig growled, pressing himself between his legs. He hooked his index finger in the chain of the tags. "Remember being this close?" He breathed, pulling the chain taught. "Hm? Remember?"

Ludwig pushed in slowly, pulling at the chain as Feliciano's back arched off the bed and his mouth opened wide. His hips stuttered to a halt and his chest heaved. Feliciano collapsed back down and whined.

Ludwig's body shook and he kept his eyes trained on the Italian's face, watching every one of his reactions. He let the necklace go, leaning down and kissing him hard as he began to move slowly.

Feliciano gripped Ludwig's shoulders and sobbed out a cry. It was overwhelming, it hurt but it was good, he craved more. He clawed at his back and gasped when Ludwig pinned his wrists down, opening his eyes.

The German placed a hand on his chest, slowly sliding up to his neck where his fingers tensed but didn't squeeze. A flash of fear coursed through the Italian and he struggled under Ludwig's hold.

"Shh." Ludwig shook his head, panting softly. "It's okay. It's okay."

Feliciano watched him closely, his features hardening as he looked at his hand around his throat.

"Bet you waited." Ludwig started rutting up against him again, thrusting faster. "Prayed over those tags like a rosary. Beggin' for me to come back."

Ludwig grit his teeth, pushing far off images of cells and unwelcome men. He thrust harder and the bed creaked, he felt sweat beading on his brow as Feliciano sputtered beneath him.

He tightened his hand on his throat for a split second, grunting, and then moving it to grip the headboard. Ludwig had never talked so much during moments like these, he felt out of control, the words just spilled out.

Something deep and dark poking it's head out.

Feliciano's legs trembled as he wrapped them around his lover's waist, body shifting up and up and up with every rough slam of Ludwig's hips. His eyes blurred with tears, the sensation so overpowering.

"Begging for me to come back, to come back and touch you like this." Ludwig groaned and held himself up on his forearms, ducking his head and breathing against the crook of Feliciano's neck. "Only me. Just me with you, like this."

Feliciano's hands tangled themselves in his blonde locks, now messy and unkempt. He nodded, words lost within his throat.

"So close." Ludwig muttered, thrusting slower now. "Making you mine all over again." Grunt. "Mine. Not hers."

Feliciano kissed his neck, his jaw, reaching down and relieving himself. "More, faster. Need it. Wanna-"

Ludwig complied, moving hard and fast, feeling their heaving chests pressing and pushing together with every ragged breath. The German fell silent now while Feliciano moaned and cursed, coming undone, his body tensing as his hips jerked instinctively.

He collapsed and gasped for air and Ludwig seemed to stop. He was thinking, remembering all those "offerings" they'd brought to him in the confines of his cell.

He grit his teeth as tears sprung to his eyes and moved; fucking, grinding, rutting with all his might. He began to moan and whimper himself, holding Feliciano's hips down as he blindly drove into him, ignoring limits and boundaries.

"Say it." He choked out. "Say it. Fe-Feli, tell me."

Feliciano's back was arched off the bed once again, Ludwig was hurting him but it was okay. It didn't matter. Everything hurt.

"Tell me I'm the only one." He growled in his ear, fisting the Italian's russet hair and pulling hard. "Tell me, say it, need to hear it. C'mon."

"It's," Feliciano sobbed. "Only you, only you." He buried his head in Ludwig's neck. "Fuck, f-fuck. Just y-you. I'm yours. Hurry, Lud- I'm gonna-"

Ludwig swore, biting down onto Feliciano's shoulder as he wrapped an arm tightly around him, cradling him to his body as he came. He moaned loudly, muttering nonsense into Feliciano's ears as he came down from his climax a second time.

Ludwig rut his hips, riding it out, lungs wheezing. He loosened his grip on Feliciano's hair, stroking it instead. He knew he was in pain, knew his brute force was terrifying to the smaller man.

Knew Feliciano didn't care, wanted it too.

Feliciano laid with his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and an arm across his chest. He couldn't even form a coherent thought.

The German looked at the bruises forming on his hips and swallowed hard. He rolled off of him, lying next to him.

Feliciano couldn't help the exhaustion that overtook him and fell asleep without another word.

Ludwig stayed awake for the rest of the night.

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Feliciano woke up the next morning to the clinking of glass. He groggily sat up in bed and winced, blinking a few times to adjust his tired eyes.

He looked to the foot of his bed where Ludwig was crouched down, sweeping the broken glass of the perfume bottle into a dustpan.

"You don't-" He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and put his robe on. "Let me help you, just go back to bed. It's 4 AM, Ludwig."

Ludwig turned his head away and held a hand out to stop him. "Go back to sleep."

Feliciano frowned and tried to take his hand but he yanked it away. His heart sank. "Ludwig-"

"No." He shook his head, standing and looking at him with bloodshot eyes. "Just please-"

"You've been crying." He reached up and touched his cheek.

"Stop." Ludwig pushed his hand away, turning his head away like he was revolted. "Don't-"

Feliciano swallowed past a lump in his throat. "Don't do this." He reached for him but Ludwig stumbled back, dropping the dustpan of glass. "Ludwig, please, just talk to me."

Ludwig choked out a tiny sob and shuffled to the door.

"Stop! You can't, you can't-" Feliciano struggled, bringing a hand to his aching chest. "You can't leave. Not after.."

Ludwig slammed the door behind him.

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A/N: ew, gross chapter. This is terrible. It didn't come out as i hoped it would but i can't fix it no matter what i try and change. Just doesn't come out right.

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To be continued...