Tittle : Bittersweet

Characters belong to the makers of NaPolA: Before the fall.
Iff i owned them their would be more then just slash HINTS.

Story made by Roelants Kitty.

Warning ;; This is a yaoi/slash/boyxboy story, and about FriedrichxAlbrecht.
Iff you do'nt like Yaoi/slash/boyxboy or the pairing : don't read it!
This also may contain some spoilers from the movie.

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Friedrich still a bit drunk from the drinks he got from Albrecht's dad, stumbled slowly over at their shared room trough the house.
Once he got in the room he saw that Albrecht was gazing out of the window.

Albrecht was watching the sky, the fields, the animals, just everything that was their to watch.
Everything which would help him take his mind of things.
Espescially everything that had happened that evening.
When he came home and his mother had refused to listen what he wanted to say...
It had hurted he confessed now to himself, but some other things had hurt even much more.

At the dinner party for his dad's birthday, he had wanted to read his text.
The one he had put so much work into, as a gift, from him to his dad.
So he stood up at the table anouncing he wanted to read a text he had made.
He was radiating that he was proud of fhis own work, finally being able to let his dad listen to it.
So he then began his text...
He could only be 3 sentences far or so, when his dad cut him off.
Saying he would have to read it farther another time, later on.
Offcourse Albrecht knew he meant never ever to read something aloud again.

This hurted Albrecht like something had stabbed him from the front.
Straight through his chest went a ripple of pain, an aftershock.
The rest of the conversations he didn't really pick up.
Only answering sometimes, half hearing, bussy with what he was thinking.

He let himself be leaded on by his dad to their basement, since he knew Friedrich was their too.
Once down there, he reminded his dad wanting for Friedrich to put up a boxing show.
But then standing infront of the ring, listening what his dad told them, he was shocked.

Shocked was an understatement...he looked to his side into Friedrich eyes.
Finding the same emotions there, them not wanting to fight each other.
Albrecht might have not admitted it even to himself, but he had began to like Friedrich more then just a brother, a best friend, a fellow soldier...
Something he couldn't really lay his finger on...

Once the match began they were only circling around each other.
Afraid to hit one another, hurting them.
Albrecht afraid off his dad, and his reactions, courraged Friedrich on to hit him.
Friedrich refused to hit him, so he took matters in own hand and hitted first.
Once they began they fought lightly at first.

Then suddenly with one big swing Friedrich took him out.
As he laid to the ground there, he heared the cheers of everyone.
Someone checked his pulse, but then he was soon forgotten after that.
He scrambled himself up into sitting position, slowly standing up after that.
Then he looked over once towards where his dad and Friedrich were.
Getting it, that his father was saddened by the thought of Friedrich not being his son.

So he left the room quietly, nobody even noticing the loss of his presence...
That's what left him here, still in his room, with now Friedrich finally back again.
He could hear the wooden floor squeaking under the weight of Friedrich coming closer.
Suddenly he felt a weight on his shoulders as arms circled around him to stay on his chest.
"So here you are. Why did you leave so soon? I missed you back there." Friedrich said,
clearly drunken by all the alcohol drinks, even smelling like the liquids.

"Yeah i'm sure you and everyone else missed me back there." Albrecht replied sarcasm dripping from his voice, filled with the anger he could not hide.
Friedrich loosened his hold on him and turned Albrecht forcefully around in his arms.
"What?" Albrecht more shouted out then said, fighting for the tears not to fall down.
Friedrich felt sad and bad for the guy, even in his drunken state.

Slowly friedrich pushed Albrecht against the wall behind him, staring him into the eyes.
Albrecht weak and angry, didn't know what to do.
Even iff he would fight back, it would be hopeless, he alreaddy knew.
He still ached from the match a few hours back with this fellow.

Friedrich looked at him and couldn't hold in anymore, and did what his feelings told him to do.
Which was leaning down, while filling the space between them.
Feeling like he was in heaven when his lips touched Albrecht's.
Albrecht clutched his fists into the back of Friedrich shirt.
Clinging himself hopelessly to Friedrich, longing for this moment to happen.

Their lips slowly grazing at first, to then pick up a tempo filled with a long hidden lust.
Albrecht could alreaddy taste the alcohol when Friedrich licked his lips,
asking for an entrance he gladly gave him.
Once their tongues were intertwined with each other, making the lust even worse.
Albrecht then began to tug onto Friedrich's shirt, pulling it out of his pants.
Then loosening the buttons, letting his hands find their own way underneath it.
Roaming his hands over Friedrich's chest, memorizing every touch.

They began to pull out each others cloths even more, untill they both were buttnaked.
At that moment they took the time to be mesmorized by each other.
Every single piece on the others body, even the beauty spots.
To then look back again into each others eyes, Friedrich took his hands into his.
Entertwining their fingers together while meeting in a soft and lovefilled kiss.

Slowly Friedrich pushed Albrecht backwards onto his own bed.
Albrecht fell on his bed, grasping at Friedrich to fall down together with him.
Friedrich then straddled Albrecht and looked down at him.
He smiled at the sight of his little albrecht getting all excited down their.
Feeling his own lust filling his lower part with energy and life.

Fear crossed Albrecht's face as he'dd never done such things before.
Friedrich picked up on this and leaned down until he was hovering,
right next to Albrecht's ear with a smile across his own face.
"Don't worry i'll do it slowly and this is my first time too, iff it reassures you..."
Albrecht relaxed hearing this coming from the one he trusted so much.

Friedrich reached down with one hand, to slowly enter Albrecht with one finger.
Albrecht moaned a moan of pain, lust and pleassure.
"Stttt" Friedrich reassured him, hushing him like a little baby.
Slowly he entered a second finger and slowly pumped them up and down, oh so carefull.

After a while, when Albrecht had adjusted and was moaning now he began to sciccor his fingers to stretch him for his seize.
After what seemed seconds Albrecht was begging for friedrich to enter him.
Friedrich nodded, and slowly removed his fingers out of Albrecht.
To then replace it with something even better, himself.
Albrecht cried out in pain first.
So Friedrich stopped once he fully entered him, to let him adjust for a while.

Then he slowly began to slide in and out off Albrecht.
Albrecht beginning to moan hard, scratched at Friedrich's back.
This was the hint for Friedrich to pick up the tempo.
After a while they were both moaning hard, making love at a fast and hard pace.

Albrecht nearing his end, felt it comming.
"Almost there" he managed to moan out.
Friedrich began to pump in and out even harder and faster, nearly coming himself.
He then felt Albrecht clenching around himself as Albrecht came loudly.
This did send Friedrich over the edge too, coming inside off Albrecht.

Friedrich was exhausted and happy after what had happened.
He fell asleep verry soon, Albrecht laying there still awake.
Albrecht suddenly realized mortified what his dad's reaction would be iff he found this out.
He was verry thankfull they slept in another wing off the house, making it impossible,
to have heared anything what had happened.

Albrecht went to shower, then dressed himself, packed and left the room silently.
In the morning when Friedrich woke up, he couldn't find Albrecht anywhere.
So he dressed up and went on a search for him but couldn't find him.
Later on when the taxi came to pick the two off them up,
albrecht suddenly came walking towards the cab with his suitcase in hand alreaddy.

While riding back to NaPolA, Friedrich was thinking about why Albrecht had vanished.
Why he had ran off, espescially after all that had happened that night.
But he couldn't come up with the courrage to ask Albrecht.
So the ride went on silently, occasionally them taking a look at the other.
To then look away fast again only a second later.
Thinking about each other.