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worldcakecakecake · 8 years ago

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Throwing Cellphones

Feliciano gets himself a sugar daddy

I once again apologize for not updating on Monday, but I hope this move to Friday updates will be good enough. Thank you so much for your patience and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Warning: This chapter has some nsfw

Chapter 7

The next morning and afternoon, Feliciano didn’t come downstairs at all. Ludwig had to leave his breakfast and lunch plates at the door, for no matter the many times he knocked, suggesting things they could do, Feliciano would always deny him with intense silence that sometimes made Ludwig question if he was even in there. He gave one last knock by the late afternoon, telling him that he should be getting ready for the gala, leaving the bags with the tailored clothes as he had done with his food.

By seven thirty, Ludwig was well prepared in one of his expensive suits, shinning watch and shoes. He was putting on his last drops of cologne, straightening well the coat he would use when he heard the door opening and closing upstairs, plus the adding of footsteps coming closer. He looked up to meet with Feliciano for the first time in the day, and he had to try to stop himself from ogling at the way he shone in this new suit. Cleaned, fitted to perfection, addressing him well with this powerful stride that did well to hide any continuing sorrow inside him. Ludwig couldn’t read any disturbance in his face, anger instead was seen, a piercing glare that compared to that of a vengeful prince. Ludwig actually gulped, but he still admitted that it made Feliciano shine the more handsome, the more alluring, the more tempting to quit this all, take him to Bora Bora and never be remembered of Beilschmidts, Yekaterina and the men and women of his company again.

Feliciano turned away from him, going to the very coat that Ludwig had prepared for him, making sure that it was ironed well, no dust, no hair, forgetting Ludwig, trying to ignore his obvious presence behind him.

“You look…amazing,” Ludwig still complimented, a heavy gaze that Feliciano could feel the admiration and desire from.

Feliciano tried hard not to flush under it, but it was hard. He was biting his lip, shutting his eyes, anything to not fall any redder from this man.

“Gra-grazie,” he still answered to him, turning well a golden bracelet he wore on his wrist…one Ludwig had gotten for him in Manarola. He still refused to look at him, and Ludwig could feel a sort of desperation, for all of this to be instantly over, to run from him and hope that it could make him forget instantly.

“Can we…can we go, please?” Feliciano asked, with his gaze set on the door hoping to get an escape from the tension the house seemed to hold.

“Ye-yes, but um…we have to pick up Yekaterina first.”

Feliciano was caught between groaning and being delighted to see her again.

If Yekaterina’s gaze from the day before made him feel like a kid, riding in the back of Ludwig’s car, with Ludwig and Yekaterina holding hands right before him, made him feel much worst, like some rotten kid they were babysitting and were taking out to some childish play date. At least they had a good conversation about some gossiping going on in their company that they had no problem with clearing to Feliciano. It was like hearing a dramatic soap opera and for a moment it could make him forget about the loving couple before him that wrecked his feelings more into turmoil.

Feliciano was impressed to see the large amount of people that met them when they entered the gallery, Yekaterina and Feliciano depending on Ludwig’s force and impending stature as a shield to lead them across the halls through the multitudes of people.

All the crowds met in one single room, and that was where Feliciano’s paintings were being exhibited for the first time. Champagne and little snacks were being handed and all the guests shared in it, each taking their turns in watching a different canvas, already conversing, pointing, delighted in the show before them.

A moment like this Feliciano always thought it would remain in his dreams, in his imagery. He had to raise his hands to his eyes to keep himself from crying. He instantly thought of his mother, and it only made his emotions worst. She would be so proud, one of the many with their eyes alight in interest and delight, with a beautiful dress that would put everyone here to shame. Oh god, he missed her, and it was seen clear by Yekaterina, who offered a comforting touch on his shoulders.

“Go on, enjoy from it, it’s all for you.” And he did.

Since Feliciano was a new artist out in the open, many did not recognize him. He had to mention his name and then the large crowds would surround him, congratulating him, giving him excessive compliments, questions about his techniques or any hidden symbols or theme in his paintings. He happily obliged, meeting all kinds of different groups that he even initiated in joyous conversation that soon enough everybody wanted to join in even if he wasn’t talking about the paintings. Ludwig was off in some other part of the room with Yekaterina talking to other co-workers he had invited. They were curious about Feliciano and how Ludwig had found him, the still ongoing excuse that Feliciano was an intern who would work for the Italian base in the future. He would say that he found out about his paintings and decided to submit it for him, which only heightened Ludwig’s acclaim as a sort of philanthropist that the company should feel proud of.

This was just the distraction to make Feliciano forget about Ludwig, to make him smile, for his eyes to sparkle and for his curls to bounce in its usual splendor. Sometimes his hidden anguish would alight again when he felt heavy eyes on him, always feeling it from Ludwig’s direction, who would turn his head to some conversation with another group, his arm having a hold around Yekaterina’s waist as a reminder of what he should be playing at the moment. Feliciano found himself wishing to be in that hold instead, in such an opportune moment as this to him, for both to feel proud in not only what was around them, but also in each other. He would shut his eyes, give a little shake and turn his direction back to whatever group he was participating in a chat.

“Feliciano.” He could easily tell Ludwig calling him even without looking. He turned to him, excusing himself from a group of organizers of the event, having just wished his thanks as well as having them ask questions and simply speak to the artist they just recently admitted.

“What is it?” Ludwig was alone, Yekaterina elsewhere talking to other guests. He was rather hesitant to pull Feliciano away, but he still followed, until they found themselves in another spot to meet a grinning albino.

“Feliciano, I wanted to introduce you to my brother, Gilbert Beilschmidt,” Ludwig pointed.

They both shook their hands excitedly, smiling to each other easily and without rigid order.

“It’s an honor, your paintings are incredible. I have to admit, I love your World War II ones, especially the one with the Prussian. My country barely gets the recognition it deserves now a days.”

“Gilbert is a history professor, with a special liking to Prussian military history. Once he found out that half of our family has Prussian lineage-”

“And I can trace it back to the Teutonic knights I’ll let you know!” Gilbert defended.

Feliciano chuckled, finding it very endearing. “I think that’s incredibly interesting. Fnding out about your ancestors is always wonderful! My grandfather once tried to prove that we’re actually from Romulus lineage,” Feliciano rolled his eyes, but smiled anyways, loving that little detail his grandfather always tried to enchant Lovino and him ever since they were kids, true or not.

“That’ll explain your style! Seriously, god-like.” He was honestly flattering him and Feliciano couldn’t help but laugh and flush. “But enough of this! There’s someone that really wants to meet you!” He whistled and he instantly caught the attention of a young girl, perhaps twelve or thirteen, and upon her green eyes meeting with the brunet, she dashed toward them, albeit shaking nervously, but her smile was grand and her eyes were so wide they could expand over their sockets. She seemed very familiar…like a younger look alike of-

“This is my daughter, Luzia. She’s a huge fan of your pages and she’s been begging me and Ludwig to meet you ever since she found out you were here in Munich.”

Ah yes, the little niece Ludwig always talked about, the one who even introduced him to his videos and Instagram. The honor should be in himself, the girl was absolutely adorable and he wasted no time with coming close and offering one of his kind smiles.

“Hello, it’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you and we really need to take a selfie together.”

The girl shrilled in happiness, losing all sense of words. “Feliciano Valenti! This is Feliciano Valenti!” She pointed out, not being able to withstand her little screams.

They all chuckled, finding it very endearing.

“Yes, yes, it is me. We have so much we need to talk about! Your uncle told me you’re always cooking my recipes. You have to show me pictures and I’ll be glad to give you some new ones myself.” It didn’t help to tame her jumping and little muffled shouts.

Not caring about how childish it looked, Feliciano joined her, both taking a hold of their hands, excited over this prospect.

Gilbert and Ludwig didn’t seem to mind, they smiled and felt a great amount of warmness.

“So the Feliciano Valenti is truly here?”

That voice, he recognized it, even without the occasional interference of their Face time talks. All it took was one single glance and there she was, her figure more spectacular in person.

“Elizabeta!” Feliciano shouted, both wasting no time in coming into their arms, embracing tightly, jumping just as Feliciano’s encounter with her daughter.

Ludwig, Gilbert and even Luzia were frozen to the spot, not expecting this kind of encounter, standing awkwardly as they tried to make sense out of it.

“Wha-what are-what are you doing here?” Feliciano managed intelligibly, although the static lived on in his still slight shaking and bouncing.

“Well I was invited by my brother in law-” she gazed over to Ludwig so Feliciano could identify “-and after I heard it was for a Feliciano Valenti, I just had to come and finally meet you.” She took his arms in welcome, still not getting over the moment.

“Um…you two know each other?” Gilbert asked wanting to be filled in, the curious gazes in Ludwig and Luzia holding the same question.

“I met Elizabeta many years ago online through a chat. We never had the chance to meet in person but it didn’t mean anything, she became a dear friend of mine still,” Feliciano explained, hoping they easily understood. “I knew you were married! But you never gave me any details, and why didn’t you tell me your daughter was a big fan of me? I could have done something for her a long time ago.” He seemed rather disappointed that she didn’t confide him in this.

“I didn’t want you thinking I was some old football mom you should feel uncomfortable about,”

“Never, never, never! Such a thing could not ruin your essence, besides, your husband is really cool and your daughter is adorable!”

Both Gilbert and Luzia smile grandiosely at the comments.

Falling into conversation easily, the rest were once again forgotten into the background, Elizabeta and Feliciano taking one of the many tables the gallery had prepared for dinner in one of their halls. They had champagne, amazing food and caught up with stories that seemed to be more clear in person, with the delightful additions of Luzia, who Feliciano did not mind at all having with them.

“So you really put a hidden birdie in it?” Luzia wondered, about one of his World War II paintings that she had loved, which Feliciano had no problem detailing his exact process in making it, the story he had in his mind and its little secrets.

“Yep, right in the upper corner, hidden well between the bushes.”

Luzia instantly ran off to the exhibition to find it, leaving both Elizabeta and Feliciano chuckling.

“So…now that she’s gone.” There was seriousness in her tone, power in the way she grabbed her champagne glass and drank, surely with new coming order that Feliciano knew he had to obey. “You finally got more information on my husband and daughter, now I think it’s fair that I take part in knowing something about you, someone close to you…close to me.” She put her glass down, gaze on Feliciano, begging an answer for a question that Feliciano didn’t need to hear it for him to know.

“It’s about my…Sugar Daddy right?” He still dared guessed, which earned another chuckle from Elizabeta.

“It took me a couple of minutes but I think I made a connection…it’s Ludwig isn’t it?”

If Feliciano dared lie, if he didn’t answer, Elizabeta could tell enough by his unmoving stillness, wandering eyes and fidgeting hands. The sin of his doing became more powerful at the moment, Elizabeta like a judging angel ready to inflict in his crime of sodomies, lust, pride and prostitution, especially with a soon to be married man.

Feliciano still managed to nod in confession, nervous to utter any other words, to look into her eyes. To his surprise she began to laugh, covering her mouth as to not attract unwanted eyes and ears on this heavily private conversation that could cause the ruining of pride to the powerful Beilschmidt.

“Ludwig? The Ludwig who could barely talk to anybody else outside his family? Stoic, rigid and menacing Ludwig? Ludwig ‘I have no interest in relationships’ Beilschmidt? The Ludwig everyone thinks doesn’t even know what an orgasm is? Ludwig who only decided to date Yekaterina because it was slightly forced upon him after not having any successful relationship with a woman in his life? That Ludwig?” She needed to make sure, Feliciano rather surprised to hear all those things, smiling and blushing because Ludwig proved to be none of that in their time together.

To think that he could break the shell of one of the most powerful men in Germany to see a kind, generous and even romantic soul that Feliciano adored being the sole person in the world to see it. He held some kind of comfort in knowing that not even Yekaterina would hold that privilege.

“Ye-yes,” he blushed and gave out a sweet smile, an enchantment in his eyes filled with all their memories together…which Elizabeta starred incredulously at.

“Wow…never though he had it in him, and to go out and do it this way though… are you sure it doesn’t have to do anything with money?” She just never would have imagined that Ludwig could cause this on someone, he never really showed he had that ability.

“You’ve seen my Instagram, he’s given me more than I could have wished. It has helped in flaring my emotions, but it was mostly because of appreciation and because he’s given me those things knowing what I want, what I need, what he knows will…make me happy.” There was a breaking in that last phrase, a saddening in his eyes that did not escape Elizabeta, gazing strongly hoping to find the meaning of it. “He’s also been very kind, watchful, caring and even trusting with me. He doesn’t look down at me just because were from different classes, he treats me like any other and…like a lover should.” He sigh disappointedly. “When he dedicates to something with that harsh stare, even when he enunciates, when he stands proud with the power I wish I had… when he calls me liebling, when he laughs and smiles with me… it makes me wish that he could be mine only…that I could be the one…” he was dreaming too much, an intent look on his finger, with a broken gaze.

“Wearing his own engagement ring?” Elizabeta guessed, Feliciano suddenly embarrassed at the way it was so obviously seen, hiding his hands over the disappointment of having none.

“Did he tell you about Yekaterina before?”

“I…just found out about it yesterday.”

Elizabeta could feel the breaking herself, taking another drink of champagne to calm her down, feeling a lot of sudden anger that she wanted to direct to Ludwig.

“Is he going to continue dating you?” She wondered.

“I told him I wanted to stop. You know what happened to my mamma, I can’t be in something like this. I don’t want to hurt Yekaterina and I don’t want Ludwig to suffer the consequences once his company finds out about us.”

“So he’s going to stop paying you as well?”

“No, he refused to, especially after he gave me a house. He said he’ll continue until I get a good stable job enough to pay for everything,”

“You’ll have the earnings of the house with whatever you earn from the gallery I assume. Now more people will be bound to have interest in commissioning, as well as other galleries will want collections from you,” Elizabeta wanted to hope.

“Yeah…perhaps…” It was all wonderful, it really was, and he was excited by the prospect, but his being still suffered the letting go he would have to give Ludwig, his new dreams with him only meant to be fantasies that he should be getting over.

“Do you…love him, Feliciano?” Elizabeta wondered, hoping she eased the topic well enough without causing much dread on him.

It didn’t work, he slumped, he rubbed his arms around him shyly, tighter as the seconds pass, as a way to stop any tears, to stop any thoughts that meant it true.

“At first it seemed so wonderful, and I was ready to welcome it, I wanted to tell him straight, and I dreamed that he would return those very feelings, but now…I don’t know, and I rather think that I don’t,” he admitted, looking away, hoping he could drink away these sorrows with all the alcohol around them, but he still needed to look presentable, the exhibition still continued on.

Elizabeta kept a solid gaze on him, hoping that maybe he would say something that said enough and went to the point of what he was feeling, but after the elongated silence, Feliciano’s stare to the table, he was not going to say anything else.

“I don’t think I should be encouraging this, but I’ve known you and Ludwig for a long time now, and Feli…I noticed the way he was staring at you this entire time.” She made him acknowledge, finally earning his head to rise. “You’re lucky nobody else saw that, anyone could have easily spread a rumor that would have had you both out in the open. You’re lucky that you have a good friend in me to trust to keep it hidden.” She wanted him to see, which he actually smiled to.

“You’ve only known him for a couple of months, he’s known Yekaterina for almost three years, and yet he has never looked at her that way. Never have I seen his eyes so distracted and distant for someone, almost couldn’t recognize him with so much lust…even love in his eyes,” she pointed out truthfully. “And you, you speak with truth, with desire in your tone. Your past two relationships were not as serious and devoted as this, and Feli, don’t lie to me, I know you still desire for him, I know you love him.” No matter how much it made him cringe to face it or how he kept denying it to himself.

“Could Yekaterina get hurt? I can’t guarantee that, but she can’t force him to love her when his heart is already devoted to someone else, no matter whatever feelings she might have. I know that what he’s doing is wrong, but Feliciano, I think that he has something purely alive in his soul for you that would not go away with a single halt from you, however long you’re going to be without each other now or his impending wedding and marriage. I’m sure that stopping whatever it was that you both had is hurting him just as it’s doing you. I don’t know what I can tell you to forget about him, and even if I did, it doubt it would work, and I don’t really know what you’re planning to do, how you want to resolve this or even if Ludwig might surprise you, but I see something new between the both of you and you should…enjoy from it, take action before you regret it, even with the situation. I remind you that he’s only fulfilling this marriage because it’s basically a job, he needs to keep his promise and his image for the company, so don’t feel so guilty about what you both feel for each other, what you have to keep secret, of what you both want no matter the obstacles…all right?”

The words made quite a calm in him, serenity in his unrest, but it wasn’t enough to make him decisive. His mind was still filled of doubts and worries, but Elizabeta’s words were enough to make a sort of anchor away from his tenseness, to settle back into the table with a kind smile, a quick thanks, before they continued talking about other things that brought them more smiles, with expecting chances to meet again.

Soon enough Luzia came back, Yekaterina joining in, their conversation frivolous things that Feliciano easily found himself belonging in. For a moment he could truly forget about Ludwig, and when he had to deal with the situation, Elizabeta’s words could work well and be a reminder.

The gala was coming to an end, waiters were already beginning with the cleaning and the directors would soon be closing the exhibition for the night. Ludwig and Gilbert had come to the table announcing that they should be leaving. Feliciano wished strong farewells to Elizabeta and Gilbert, sharing in that selfie he had promised with Luzia, also telling her that it surely wouldn’t be the last one, much to her excitement.

He was back at the car, seated in the rear, Ludwig and Yekaterina in a hold of their hands, silent, staring off to the buildings and streets around them that passed. They were surely tired, and feigning a loving conversation between themselves to only prove to Feliciano seemed worthless. At one point they even let go of their hands, feeling a sort of freedom.

Yekaterina was left at her apartment, sharing a kiss to the cheek with Ludwig, another one to Feliciano, even an embracing hug, knowing that he was to leave the next day. She was already following his Instagram and they had shared phone numbers, hoping to continue speaking and meet once again if Feliciano returned to Munich or if Yekaterina happened to find herself in Italy on a whim.

Feliciano took the front seat, watching along with Ludwig to make sure she went into her building safely. Once she did, Feliciano looked forward, sighing tiredly, resting slightly upon his side of the window. The car didn’t move yet though and he could feel Ludwig’s heavy stare, examination, want, just as it had been during the entire gala, only the more obvious, intimate when they were alone in the confinements of his car. This time, Feliciano returned it, lost in his blue, in his handsome features, in the calling his empty hand gave between them.

“What?” He had to interrupt, he had to continue to set this limit that was slowly starting to break.

Ludwig would have loved to return to that question so much, but he himself had to be respectful to what Feliciano decided, to Yekaterina, to his job.

“Just thought about taking a drive,” he suggested, preparing the car for his sudden wish of more to the road than just the heaviness and emptiness of his home when he couldn’t have Feliciano.

They took a scenic drive around the city, majorly in silence, but Feliciano couldn’t hold his delight to what he saw, his excitement to these new things. Eventually he found himself pointing to different buildings and statues, asking Ludwig and he gladly answered, delighted to have Feliciano speaking to him, with the joy that had made him…

The lights had a thing of shinning well along him, of everything blurring but him, a forbidden beauty that he had lost, that he couldn’t have, that couldn’t belong to him. He swore he had run pass a couple of red lights because he had been too distracted with the glow of his hair, eyes and especially his smile. Feliciano actually chuckled, noticing, blushing with enchantment, that ease slowly coming back, to chat, to trust, to let their eyes linger in surely the wanting that both could do nothing to hold any longer. Slowly, ever so slowly, Feliciano let his hand fall on Ludwig’s own, on his protective and strong one, belonging and sure.

After an hour of their drive, they returned to Ludwig’s own home, with both of Feliciano’s hand having been on Ludwig’s that had not been focused on the wheel. He only departed them when they had to come down, but when they headed inside, once the doors were closed, away in their world, with themselves, that same hold quickly returned. They went along in a peaceful swaying, of only their eyes, Feliciano’s arms slowly rising to meet around his neck, Ludwig’s coming down to hold at his waist. Their foreheads lay against each other, the temptation clear to come ever closer, but Feliciano still held himself from closing and Ludwig was only willing to do anything if Feliciano gave him the opening and permission.

Now Ludwig was caressing his back, swaying him into falling into this, making him moan slightly, the blue of his eyes becoming more deep, pushing him closer and closer.

No, he couldn’t fall into this, he wouldn’t succumb, he wouldn’t set fire to the wronging of this. Oh but the fire was so warm, so good, so alluring, so handsome, a sweetened spirit that Feliciano adored, that he wanted close again.

He wanted their nights, their hold, their love. He wanted to be loved, he wanted to be loved by Ludwig.

“Feliciano…” Ludwig called, a serene voice that was making him wobble, that was making him melt as he usually did.

“Ye-yes?” Feliciano found himself asking.

“Do-do do you mind if we, if we…” he suddenly grew red in nervousness, in worry of what asking this could settle, how Feliciano could react.

This could go in a horrible way or a beautiful, wonderful way.

“Uhu?” Feliciano asked again, fingers playing on the edge of his lips, soft under his touch. He wanted so badly to have those strong lips on his, on his body, Elizabeta’s words repeating: Enjoy from it, take action before you regret it.

“Ple-please, let me…let me make love to you again, if just this one last time, before you leave, before I have to forget you. I don’t want another lonely night between u-” he was caught by Feliciano’s defeated lips, crashing into his, in acceptance, in wanting, in heating, in closing, in hands being more confident in their thread through their bodies.

Ludwig knew well where to kiss him, where to hold him, his moans freer, swaying to whatever the taller wanted him to do. Feliciano gave in more to his body, jumping, letting his legs wrap around him tightly to keep a good hold that even impressed Ludwig. They moved to the counter of the kitchen, where they rutted, where their fingers touched every inch of their chests, their arms, the grabs of their prominent erections through their pants. They began taking off their jackets, shirts and ties carelessly over the room, their bare skin touching and crashing to create more heat, more loving caresses, dear, meaningful, with a gentility that was new, calm but just what Ludwig and Feliciano wanted to show.

With Feliciano once again wrapped around him, still continuing on their kisses, on their touches, blinded in themselves, Ludwig somehow managed to carry Feliciano up the stairs, to his room, where he laid him on the bed. He stood above him, distance for their eyes to meet, to look, for innocent caresses, for Feliciano to chuckle, for Ludwig to smile back, gentile kisses on his forehead and nose, for Feliciano and Ludwig to swim in what they then realized was love.

Io lo amo, Feliciano thought, and Ludwig, ich liebe ihn.

They should be disappointed, they should be embarrassed, they should be feeling harsh amounts of fault, they should even stop. There were so many wrongs, this couldn’t continue, no, no, no, no, no...

They fell into another kiss, they wrapped their arms strongly around each other, for now in simple kisses, on fingers threading through their hair, of only eyes meeting as they tried so hard to omit what they truly wanted to say.

At some point their pants were gone, their erections rubbing together, legs entangled with one another, until Feliciano held a secure hold around his waist, hands threading on his back, that slowly and seductively got him to thrust, to continue the kiss, of lips, of tongue, even after short amount of breaths.

So comfortable they were, the bliss so high, that Feliciano didn’t even feel the pain when Ludwig entered him, the action of his continuing thrusts inside him as loving as their kisses, as the softness of their hands, their gazes, their breaths close to each other taking even the tiniest scent. They indulged in it by laying soft breaths and kisses on their necks, on their shoulder blades, resting softly, reminding that it was happening, that they were there, that Ludwig could thrust into him, earn his delightful moans, his arch, his unbinding only to him. Ludwig was slow with his movements, too focused on the way Feliciano’s mouth moved, how his curls stuck to his face with sweat, the rest messed in his pillow.

This wasn’t hardened, it wasn’t reckless, it was controlled, it was calculating, loving, soft and attentive to all the little ways that he could still have Feliciano heightening in love and ecstasy. They turned, they moved, each taking their turn to stand above the other, in whatever direction their driving of love took them. Sometimes during the night they would only focus on kissing, others on necks, others on their backs and rears, others in Ludwig’s thrusts, hardening if Feliciano asked.

At some point Feliciano had decided to kneel, offering his backside to him, and Ludwig took it, harshly banging him to the continuing throws of the bed against the wall. It was the only time it became carnal, yet the hold Ludwig kept on his waist, on his exploring of his side, of his kisses against his back, remained it sweet, loving, a reminder of devotion and meaning that lasted throughout the whole night, through various releases and calls of their names.

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