"Oi! Feliciano!" something hit me in the back of the head, Causing me to look at the one who called my name, my brother Lovino.

"Yeah Fratello?" I asked rubbing the Sore spot he'd caused, what had he thrown at me, and what did he want anyway?

"There's this party at a friend of a friend's house. They told me I could bring you, do you wanna come? It's tonight and there's gonna be drinking." My head still hurt from his Neanderthal way of gaining my attention. He sounded like he didn't want me to go. I decided to go, if just to piss him off.

"Sure, Lovino, I love to come!" I told him giving him a genuine smile. He sighed and strutted away from me saying something over his shoulder about Ten o'clock along with a few choice words. I ignored him and went back to my drawing. At around nine thirty, I showered and got dressed, Lovino tried to leave without me but I did eventually get to that party. As it Turned out the Party was at Gilbert Beillshmidt's house, He was nice enough but I wasn't particularly fond of him. I settled in a corner watching the party buzz by and letting my mind wander at the same time.

"Hey," A voice haphazardly dragged my wandering mind back to reality. "You're Lovino's little brother?"

"Yeah," I said unsure of his reasons for asking. Technically Lovino and I are twins but I am the younger. He was drinking but that was no surprise, I was probably the only dry person here.

"What did you say your name was?" He was lacking in the tact department.

"Feliciano, you?" I said with a smile

"Oh," his light cheeks tinted pink "Ludwig, Gilbert's my older brother." I nodded, half of me was listening to what he was saying the other half was admiring his obviously German Features. His light blonde hair and stunning blue eyes were very pretty, and he seemed very nice.

"How well do you know Lovino?" It was a stupid question but I was making conversation.

"Well I met him once, he didn't seem to like me too much," he said

I scanned the room for my Fratello, he had obviously tipped back more than he should have as he was now dirty dancing with five people. "Alcohol makes Lovino much more likeable" I laughed.

"It's a party…" he held out his drink to me "you should party." He was right, why was I just standing here? I snatched the drink and took a huge gulp; it stung the back of my throat but I kinda liked it. We sat down, leaning against the wall. Before I'd even noticed the bottle was gone. His voice entranced me he had a smooth voice like melted butter. I didn't really pay attention to what he said half the time but I didn't really care.

"Hey West, party's over, kick your little friend out and don't come in my room." Gilbert shouted at Ludwig before leading a pretty brunette in the direction of his room.

"Yeah, I should probably go." I stood up "Lovino!" I called "Let's go!" no answer the room was empty except for me and Ludwig "Uh Fratello? We have to go!" Lovino wasn't there he was completely gone.

"I don't think he's in here." Ludwig told me, Let's see if your car is still out front." He led me to the driveway, Lovino's red convertible was nowhere to be found.

"Oh no! Lovino left without me! That scatto!" I was thoroughly freaking out now. "How am I supposed to get home!"

"I- uh I could take you home. I'm sober enough."

"Oh, Ludwig would you?" I asked pathetically

"Yeah, I'll go get my keys." He disappeared inside, I leaned on the Blue Volkswagen to wait. The garage door lifted and Ludwig backed out straddling an Ebony motorcycle a leather jacket hugging his muscles and a Helmet adorning his head, he was holding out a jacket and a helmet out to me."

"I-I've never been on a motorcycle before…" I said

"It isn't hard" he said "put on the jacket and the helmet sit behind me and hold on tight." He flashed me a mischievous smile.

I did as he said wrapping my arms tightly around his chest. The engine roared to life as we backed out of the driveway. My grip tightened becoming vice-like so he probably couldn't breathe. We stopped at a red light he slid my firmly clasped fingers down to his stomach. I could see the light change green through my fogging faceplate and the Bike shot forward. We were a ways away from my house. It was then that I realized that I hadn't told Ludwig where I lived. He pulled into a circle K and gestured for me to get off the bike; I climbed down and yanked the Helmet off my head. He lifted his Faceplate before starting the process of putting gas in his bike.

"Feliciano, I've only just realized that I am not aware of where you live." I recited my address "Okay, and one more thing, you don't have to squeeze me so hard, I won't let you fall." He laughed at me.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to! It's just that I've never been on a Motorcycle before! I mean there was this one time I was on a scooter and that was pretty scary too!" I shouted apologetically. The bike was full of gas and he was paying as I continued to apologize loudly and pathetically.

He placed his hands on either side of my face. "It's okay, now shut up, you're making a scene." I could feel the blush on my face as I nodded, shutting up. "Now let's get you home, I'm sure you're tired." He resumed his place on the bike and motioned for me to get back on as well. The bike Lurched forward with a growl. I held onto him slightly less forcefully and focused on the things we passed. We passé dmy old high school and my grade school. Eventually we passed my church and my religion smacked me in the face like a smelly fish. What was I doing? I was letting a guy take me home, on his motorcycle, no less. What would God say? What would Lovino say? How would my Parents react? Oh damn, I was going to Hell.

Not because of what was happening. Not because of what might happen. But because of what I wanted to happen. I wanted Ludwig. My mind, my body… all I could think was unclean thoughts. Unclean thoughts are unholy if you think about women. To think about men in an unclean way, it's like buying the earliest one-way plane ticket to Hell. What was I thinking? Ludwig was being nice and taking me home, like a friend. There was nothing gay about that.

Come on mind, out of the gutter!

We turned down my street, by this time I was used to the Vibrations of the bike. I pointed to the house; he stopped in front of it. I jumped off before him pulling the helmet off and running up the driveway, Lovino's Car, still nowhere to be found. I decided to call him I hoped he had his phone. I sprung to the door and let myself in, Ludwig following close behind. Within minutes I had dialed his number and was listening to it ring.

"Obviously I'm busy so get a life and Fuck off." His voicemail greeted me before the electronic voice told me which numbers to press to get different options I ignored her and wondered where Lovino was, He had probably met up with some girl at the party. If he wasn't home by tomorrow morning I would file a missing person's report. I looked toward the living room where Ludwig was admiring the paintings I had on the walls.

"Who's the artist?" he asked staring intently at one of my best works then turning toward me with a look of genuine curiosity.

"Me, Lovino did a few but most of them are mine. Do you like them?" I asked.

"Yeah, they're beautiful. I'm no artist but I can appreciate good art when I see it, you have talent." He complimented me graciously.

"Thank you, very much. You know it's late, you should probably stay here for the night." I realized what I'd said a second too slow. What did I just do?

"You want me to stay?" he looked confused

"Well, uh… yeah I guess you know, if you want to." I could feel the crimson on my face.

"I'll stay, that's nice of you." He settled himself at the bar, "How much for a drink?" he asked gesturing to the wall of wine

"On the house," I said "Red or white?"

"Surprise me" he said. I picked a '94 red Italian and poured it into two glasses. We continued to talk and drink, my mind becoming foggier and foggier.

It was around three thirty AM before the wine was gone. I told Ludwig I was going to bed. He stopped me, placing his hands on the wall behind either side of my head, just outside my room.

"You tease…" He whispered into my face.

"W-What do you m-mean, Ludwig…?" I asked my head was swimming with wine and uncleanliness.

"You get me all drunk, sitting there like the sexy beast you are… and I don't even get a taste?" Was he, talking dirty to me? My lips moved faster than my brain.

"Would, you like a taste?" I asked in a sexy way, wrapping my arms around his neck. His mouth pressed against mine, I felt his tongue trace my lower lip I parted my lips letting his tongue slip in, and he tasted like wine with a hint of something else I couldn't place, my fingers ran themselves through his hair, his hands held my waist. I suddenly found my legs wrapped around his midsection. Screw god, screw religion, screw unclean thoughts… I have Ludwig.

Okay, so I decided to leave it there. Smutty second chapter or no? Ta ta for now! ^3^