Disclaimer: I don't own SA.

The cool summer breeze hit Ernst in the face as he leaned back against a tree. This tree was located on a hill not to far from the village church. It only took you a matter of 2 minutes if you walked from this very tree to the back entrance of the church. If you were to run, it would take you perhaps a minute or so. Ernst had run through the graveyard behind the church, down the dirt and pebble path, and up the hill to this tree many times when the Sunday sermon was done. But now, the graveyard had two more memories to haunt him, so when he would run through, his feet felt heavy and refused to go any faster then a trot.

This tree was his favorite place to sit and think. But like the graveyard, it had memories as well. One was from when he was a bit younger. He had decided that he was going to climb this tree even if it was the last thing he ever did. He made it to the top of the tree, but on his way down he broke his left arm.

The other memory was more recent. It actually happened only a week ago, a couple days after Moritz's funeral.

Ernst shut his eyes as he recalled the memory.

Hanschen had asked him to meet him here, and being as innocent as he was, Ernst thought it was just to talk. But oh. It had been so much more. They had kissed and he admitted to loving him! But the kiss was amazing. Ernst had never felt more fire, more alive. And according to Melchior, you only got that from kissing a girl.

Ernst had kissed a girl once. It was Anna. She had asked him to after they had both been caught in the rain, and ran under an abandoned shed. They kissed full on the lips, but Ernst felt nothing.

But when he had kissed, correction, Hanschen kissed him, he felt like his body was on fire. He was glad the church was facing the other way.

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But Ernst tried to clear his mind but failed. (He hadn't seen Hanschen since they had shared that special moment.) He once again tried to clear his mind. (Hanschen's probably boasting to the boys how he seduced an un-known victim) Again. (He's probably paying one of the older girls to let him touch them.) Ok. Where did that come from? Ernst thought as his eyes flew open. That last thought seemed to put his mind right. He was being ridiculous. Hanschen may seem creepy and sinister to the rest of the village kids, but Ernst seemed to know better.

But with his mind acting up on jealousy, he just decided to rest under the shade of his beloved tree.

Ernst shot up from his slumber after a very, um, visual dream. He whipped the sweat off his brow, and tried to calm his fast-paced breathing. His dream had involved him and Hanschen, getting stuck in the shed where he and Anna had kissed, except they were locked in and more then just kissing was done.

He was about to laugh at himself when a low chuckle sounded from the other side of the tree.

"Have a nice dream Ernst?" The voice was un-mistakable, though Ernst hoped it wasn't who he thought it was.

"H-H-Hanschen?" Ernst managed to choke out.

"The one and only."

"H-how long h-have you been h-here?"

"Is something wrong with you and your 'H's' today Ernst? H-how, H-have, H-here, H-H-Hanschen."" He asked in a higher octave. "Though, that's strange."

He got up from his seat and came around the tree until his face was only inches away from Ernst.

He leaned in even closer to whisper in Ernst's ear, "You didn't seem to have any problems with my name only a moment ago… In you sleep."

Ernst gasped but his gasp was quickly turned into a sigh. As soon as Hanschen had finished whispering in his ear, he began to suck at it. He continued all the way down his ear and jaw line until he got to his lips.

Ernst tried to turn his head to capture Hanschen lips, but no. Hanschen refused to let their lips touch. Ernst was confused.

"Lips get to much attention Ernst." He barely whispered. But never mind that, it still sent shivers through Ernst's entire body. "Lets try something new, like your neck perhaps."

"I-I oh, never-never" Ernst couldn't even speak. Hanschen's lips were all over his neck.

"Shh." He said raising his head and pressing a finger to Ernst's lips. "Don't talk."

Hanschen resumed his position at Ernst's neck, but started to drift lower. He started running his hands over Ernst's slim chest and stopped when he reached the top button of his shirt.

"Off." He commanded.

Suddenly, Ernst realized where they where. They were out in the open under a tree. Thy were close to a path where someone was bound to walk upon today. He took his hands out of Hanschen's blonde hair. (How they got there he couldn't even remember.)

"No." He said, almost as firmly as Hanschen's earlier command.

Hanschen was taken back by Ernst sudden remark. He removed his hands abruptly and sat back.

"No? No??" He questioned with a face that look like a pouting child. "What do you mean, no?"

Realization hit Ernst as he realized that Hanschen thought he meant no to him. "I-I mean no as, n-not h-here." He said nervously while playing with his collar.

"Well then where?" Hanschen said as his tone took one of annoyance.

"Uh, um.." Ernst looked around, but the only visual closed space besides the houses a little further down the path, was the church. "I, I have an idea. Come." He said standing up and extending a hand.

Ernst lead them down the pebble path from the tree, through the graveyard, and into the back door of the church. He was still holding Hanschen's hand as he looked around spotting what he was looking for.

"There."

"There? In the confessional? In a church! That's crazy! Plus its Tuesday of summer break meaning…." He pondered the idea a little bit, until a cat-like grin appeared on his face. "No one will be here."

"Uh, yeah. That's the p-" But he was cut off as Hanschen pulled him into the confessional right onto his lap. Hanschen was grinning like a mad man.

"Sorry its so small in here. But, I think it's better this way. Don't you?"

"Uh..." But once again he was cut off by Hanschen pressing their lips together.