Locked Away (GerIta)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

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A few weeks passed and Feliciano slowly started getting over the sight of the little girl being murdered. Of course, the memory would be forever ingrained in his brain but the pain was subsiding.

The night of the incident, after he was calm enough, Ludwig walked him home. It was silent as they walked. Anyone they passed would just move to the side or cross the street, intimidated by the tall, tough-looking Nazi walking with the young man.

They probably thought Ludwig was going to kill him because Feliciano occasionally trembled, half from the chilly night and half from the image of Anna being shot. He moved closer to the German and pressed into his side, enjoying the warmth he got.

Ludwig cleared his throat, unsure of what to do in this situation. Feliciano just moved his hand to the small of his back so it looked like Ludwig was ushering him along and not comforting him. They eventually approached the small apartment building and Ludwig stood in front of him by the front door of the lobby.

"Hey," He said, looking into Feliciano's eyes. "If you ever need to talk to me, I'm free on Sundays. Feliciano, please don't come to the fence."

The Italian nodded and threw his arms around Ludwig's waist, hugging him tightly. The German reluctantly hugged the smaller man back and then completely relaxed in the warm embrace, resting his cheek against Feliciano's head.

"How old are you, Feliciano?" Ludwig inquired, truly curious.

"I'm twenty-one." He whispered. "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-three." The German squeezed him. "I'll find who killed her, Feli. I promise, I'll make sure they know what they did."

"But Ludwig, you do the same thing."

"Yes, I do. But I feel so guilty about it. I care, I really do." He paused, leaning back to look into the Italian's amber eyes. "It may not seem like it but I can't stand doing this. I guess, I've grown used to it."

"Used to killing people?"

"I know it sounds horrible. But it's the truth. Inside that fence, inside those brick walls, inside those chambers... There's so much more you don't want to know about. Trust me, you don't want to be my friend."

"Yes, I do, Ludwig! I want to help you! I want you to be honest with me, I want you to trust me, I want you to smile with me, cry with me, share your fears and your hopes." Feliciano reached up and cupped his face in his hands. "I just want you. The you that I know is here." He whispered, placing a hand over his heart.

Ludwig swallowed hard and gazed down into Feliciano's eyes. He closed his eyes and leant down, kissing his forehead. It felt so foreign. He'd only had a few girlfriend's, if you could even call them that, and they were just flings. He was never in love with them, never had they made him feel this happiness nor had they invaded his dreams and thoughts so often.

Feliciano leaned into him, prolonging their contact. He closed his eyes and felt a pang of disappointment when Ludwig pulled away. The Italian blushed and averted his eyes from the other man's cerulean pair. He stepped back and grabbed the handle of the door.

"Gute Nacht, Feliciano."

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Feliciano woke up later that night with a gasp and a moan. He bit his lip as he realized the stiffness between his legs.

Well that dream was rather explicit...

He leaned against the headboard and contemplated letting his excitement die down by itself or just get it over with and take care of it. The Italian knew it was practically no use to just leave it because those images of Ludwig wouldn't leave his mind.

The German panted heavily, sweat building on his brow as he relentlessly thrust into Feliciano. His lips wet after he licked them, teasing the Italian. His large hands framed Feliciano's head and he purred seductive words into his ear as he whimpered and moaned at the feeling of their bodies connected so intimately.

Everything was so vivid in Feliciano's mind. The muscles he imagined to be underneath the German's Nazi uniform, the sky blue eyes that turned navy with lust, his leather-gloved hands running over his body, squeezing and exploring.

The Italian groaned and slid his hand beneath the sheets, under the band of his flannel pajama pants. He squeezed his eyes shut as he touched himself, trying to reach that sweet release. His pink lips parted, quiet gasps and stifled moans slipping out as his head hung back, resting against the wall behind him.

The dream just replayed in his mind, over and over again; Ludwig's moans and velvety voice loud in his ears. He could almost feel those hands on him, touch those strong arms and shoulders, that sinful tongue caressing his neck, sucking harshly and his bi-

Feliciano brought his free hand to his mouth in a fist, biting down hard to stop from crying out as he reached his blinding climax. He slumped against the wooden headboard and caught his breath, heartbeat returning to normal gradually.

"Cazzo..." He cursed, standing up and quickly ridding himself of his dirty pants.

Feliciano grabbed a fresh pair and pulled them on before climbing back into the warm bed. He shuddered, knowing his grandfather would scold him for doing something so shameful.

The Italian buried his face in his pillow, feeling rather embarrassed himself. Ludwig was just a friend. A friend that he thought was attractive. A friend he had feelings for. A friend he wanted to be with.

A friend he wanted to live that dream with.

Feliciano let out another annoyed grunt, rolling onto his side.

"Shut up, brain."

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Translations

Gute Nacht - Goodnight (German)

Cazzo - Fuck (Italian)

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To be continued...