Eadric Tops a Screaming Wilhelm

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Even though Eadric was visiting, Wilhelm still had work to attend to. Dressed in his military uniform, he was just finishing up the last few things of paper work. When he did finish, he headed towards his room to take a quick break. He still had a lot of work to do, but it was very stressful and not really his forte, so he was glad for the break.

"Eadric?" He asked as he entered the room.

One Prince Eadric Constance St. Lovitt sat on the bed, keeping perfect posture as he glanced around the room. Though his face was stoic, his stomach was a bundle of nerves; Wilhelm was perhaps the only thing that could make him feel nervous. The thought of his company was enticing and intimidating at the same time.

He cleared his throat politely.

"You've left me waiting for a blooming long time, you git. It's about time you got back." He flipped his hair over his shoulder. "I could've left three hours later and been here just in time to meet with you--why the bloody hell did you ask me to hurry?"

Of course, the real reason he was upset was because his anticipation had only grown in Wilhelm's absence. But surely he could control it; he was a monarch, right?...

Wilhelm smiled at him as he sat down, stretching out happily.

"I'm truly sorry, Eadric..." He paused to yawn. "...But I have a bit more work to do after this break. Then, we have all night to ourselves."

He blushed slightly. Trying to hide it, he immediately looked away.

"...All night to do what?"

He just continued to smile.

"Whatever we'd like."

He looked up, his eyes dead serious if not a little hesitant; he brushed his hair out of his eyes, a sign he was nervous.

"...As in...the type of thing we've been attempting as of late?" After months of coaxing, Eadric had finally convinced Wilhelm to touch each other; as eager as he was for the next step, he tried to retain his cool.

Wilhelm shifted nervously and looked off to the side.

"Yes, I suppose..."

His face turned visibly red this time.

"...I suppose it's fine if you're not in the mood." He crossed his arms, turning away slightly. "...But then why did you choose to torture me?"

"Excuse me?" He asked, slightly lost. "And, I never said we couldn't."

"You just don't seem very excited," he said pointedly, frowning. "Don't act like such a fool...you know how badly I want every inch of you. What's worse is that the feeling only increases over time. So...so if you invited me over just so I could not touch you, then I would like to formally inform you of my anger."

He sighed, still keeping his back toward Wilhelm.

Wilhelm sighed softly.

"Eadric, you know I would never do that." He assured him. "And I am eager..."

Okay, so maybe he totally wasn't eager, but he couldn't stand when Eadric pouted.

"Prove it," he snapped, his voice harsher than he felt. "You probably don't even enjoy embracing me."

Wilhelm pinned Eadric to the bed, though it was obviously taking effort on his part. He smiled at him, very gently embracing him.

"Of course I enjoy your touch, Eadric~ I enjoy everything about you~"

He felt his body grow warmer; a small flare of panic rose from within him.

"...I love you, you stupid berk," he mumbled, hugging back.

"I love you, too~" He said, though he really wanted to let him go now...

He sighed.

"Let go if you're that nervous, stupid--I can feel your big, idiotic German heart pounding."

Immediately, he did just that, scooting away slightly.

"...I apologize." He mumbled, embarrassed. It was such a stupid and terrible phobia...

Eadric glared at him.

"Do you even really love me, or are you just bluffing about that too? It's not amusing, Wilhelm."

Wilhelm looked at Eadric with the sternness only a German could muster up.

"Do not assume my phobia of being touched is related to you, because it certainly isn't."

"So you love me, but my body repulses you," he said dryly. "Is it because I'm gay--you aren't, or something?...I can't help what I am, you know."

He sighed.

"Please, Eadric. Don't be like this. You know better."

His frown deepened.

"...It's just not fair that I'm the only one with needs."

"I know, I'm so sorry." He was truly sincere. "If I could get over this terrible fear of mine, I would. Trust me."

He remained silent for a few minutes; when he finally spoke, his voice was quiet.

"You locked the door, right, Wilhelm? When is you next meeting?..."

"I always lock the door out of habit." He confirmed. "As for my meetings, I don't have any more today. I do have some more paperwork, and a couple of people to fire..."