Klaus had left in the morning, under his care, the few letters that Armin had given to him. Armin had written one to his family. It was mostly about his current feelings and how he was doing in his new home. And he'd written the other letters to his good friends. He had also invited everyone to the big party that would be held next week.

Presently, it was almost afternoon, and Armin was busy painting. He started on Kristof's requested self-portrait, even though he wouldn't leave anymore. Right when he wanted to paint his eyes, he heard voices in the hallway.

After putting his brush down, he thought he could have a peek at all the commotion. When he opened the door, May was already standing there with her hand up, about to knock on his door.

"Oh, Sir..." she said, out of breath.

"Yes, May?"

"Sir Kristof has returned," she panted. She had come running up the stairs to inform the young master.

Armin didn't know how fast he could run. He found Kristof in the big hall, where he'd just arrived.

"Kristof!" Armin screamed while he was still up the stairs.

Kristof turned around and smiled as Armin came running down the stairs.

The younger hoped Kristof didn't notice he almost tripped over his own feet. When he was finally downstairs, he didn't really know how to say hello with all the servants watching them. Kristof, however, couldn't care less. He pulled Armin into a tight hug, just like he did when they said goodbye.

It hadn't even been a week since they separated, but it felt like an eternity. They were both so happy to be together again.

~~~

"So, everything is settled with the mine?" Armin asked while they ate lunch in the garden on this beautiful day.

"Yes. We have cleared most of the rubble and I have new workers coming over next week..." Kristof stopped talking for a while but went on again, "Tomorrow, all the men's funerals will be held together. Armin... Will you come with me?"

"Of course, we will go together," Armin answered.

"Thank you."

Now that the heavy subject was over, Kristof had something else he wanted to talk about. And Armin wanted the same thing.

"So... tonight..." Kristof began.

"Yes." Armin felt his stomach tickle. He knew exactly what Kristof meant.

"Are you really sure?"

"Yes, I want it. At least...if you want it to be tonight as well." Armin felt his ears turn red.

"I do."

~~~

After dinner, both men were taken to separate rooms, just like the first night of their marriage.

They were washed with the best smelling soap that softened the skin and dressed in ceremonial wedding clothes. They were made of heavy white satin with sage green embroidery, and in the same green color, a wide satin waist belt that was knotted in the front to keep the robe together.

Armin waited in his chamber, expecting Kristof to enter his room again, like the last time, but there came a knock and the voice of May asking for permission to enter. Armin granted it and she came in asking if Armin could please follow her.

He followed her outside, where the temperature was nice, and the sky was clear. The sun would set late tonight, so it was still bright for an evening.

He got in a carriage and after a fifteen-minute ride; he got out to meet Kristof, who was smiling at him as he arrived. They met in a familiar place.

"Kristof, what is the meaning of all of this?" Armin asked. He didn't understand.

"Well, I wanted our first time to be where we shared our first laugh and our first kiss." It astonished Armin when he saw it. Over by the lake was a special spot created just for them. Beautiful lanterns holding lit candles, flowers, and flower petals lay scattered everywhere.

"Kristof...wow... Did you do all of this?" Armin asked.

"As much as I would like to say yes, I can't take all the credit." Kristof hoped Armin wasn't disappointed, but he just had no time to do it all by himself today.

"It's beautiful," Armin replied.

Kristof walked to the special spot and laid a blanket down. "Do you want to have a glass of wine first?" he asked.

"Yes, please." Armin felt a little nervous.

They sat down on the blanket and talked a little first. Armin told Kristof about the theatre and how he found the play to be so sad.

"Yes, I could have warned you. I saw the play Romeo and Julien once myself. That ending-"

"Oh, God! Yes, that ending! I almost didn't sleep that night! I kept thinking about the sad story and missing you and-" he looked at Kristof when he felt his stare.

Kristof was smiling a wide grin. "I missed you too," he said.

He then took the glass of wine out of Armin's hand and placed it further away. The older scooted a little closer towards Armin and took his face in his stump and hand. "I've missed you very much."

"Me too..."

Kristof pulled Armin closer and kissed his lips. The flesh of Armin's lips was soft against his own. Kristof was planning on going slow tonight. This night was going to last as long as possible, if it was up to him. But now he had his younger lover in his hands, it was hard to stick to that plan. He urged Armin's lips apart with his tongue and slipped inside. Sensually, they stroked their tongues together.

A weak gasp escaped Armin's mouth when Kristof twined his fingers into his hair and deepened the kiss. Licking all into his mouth. He felt many tantalizing sensations inside his belly, tingling, and tickling. Kristof's tongue left his mouth and searched up his neck.

Kristof could feel the artery vein pulsing rapidly underneath his lips and he softly sucked on it, causing a moan from the younger's lips. He then leaned back again and let their gaze meet, guiding the younger by the shoulders. They both stood up on their feet.

Kristof took a step back so he could see Armin's whole body in his sight.

The sounds of the waterfall and crickets were audible in the background as the sun was setting, causing the sky to turn in many colors. The image was breathtaking to Kristof.

Armin was still out of breath from their kiss, and he wondered what would come next. He watched as Kristof slowly untied the knot of his own belt and opened his robe. He then let it slide to the ground.

Kristof was naked. His shiny light brown body looked like it was made of gold in the orange sunset. Armin let his eyes roam all over it. Even though he had already seen it twice before, it still looked so beautiful.

The older man stood there, shamelessly, as he looked at Armin.

Waiting.

When Armin was done admiring his husband, he understood what the other wanted him to do. With sweaty and trembling hands he unraveled his own belt, and let his robe slide down his body too.

While Kristof watched, his lips parted to take in a big breath.

How long had the older fantasized about this moment? To see this perfect body that looked like it was made of porcelain. It was flawless and creamy white and also very naked. His heart started beating faster and faster.

Armin could feel the stare of his lover's eyes on him, raising goosebumps all over his body and making the little hairs on his body stand up straight.

Kristof let his eyes feast on Armin's naked glory. Armin's small nipples, his toned abs, and his muscular arms. He took it all in and he felt his veins throbbing inside as he did. He had wanted no one as much as he wanted Armin right now.

While he locked his eyes on the soft piece of flesh hanging between his younger lover's legs, Kristof could hear Armin's breathing speed up.

Armin was so turned on by those hungry eyes on him that he couldn't stop his body from pumping blood to that piece of flesh and Kristof watched it rise in front of him till it doubled in size and stood firm and high, pointing towards him.

It made both of them feel like they were on fire, their breathing fast and heavy.

Kristof took a step to close the distance between them and pressed his body against Armin, naked skin touching naked skin. His own manhood had swollen up as well and Armin could feel it pressing against his own. He let out a raspy groan.

They kissed each other eagerly while embracing. Passionately.

When their lips parted again, it was Armin who first said:

"I love you."

His breath against Kristof's lips warmed the other's soul. It made Kristof feel like his heart would explode inside his chest. He finally heard those words and he felt incredible because of them.

"I love you too," he replied, and then lovingly guided Armin to lie down on the blanket. "I love you so much..."

He looked Armin in his eyes as he hovered over him. He then kissed him again, softly, before he started exploring the younger's body. He began at Armin's chest and gently licked and teasingly nibbled one of the tiny nipples. It made Armin feel weak and wanting, and he groaned in his throat. Kristof's tongue went back up and took Armin's mouth again, whilst his hand leisurely traveled down until he felt the adamant cock in his hand, which he stroked gently.

Armin could feel the air getting sucked out of his lungs with every stroke Kristof made with his hand. Every ministration sent out wild tremors amongst Armin's nerves till he was moaning and panting underneath Kristof's skillful touches.

Kristof peppered soft kisses against his collarbone and slid further down, nuzzling over the naked body underneath him, taking in Armin's sweet scent. He smelled of soap and fresh masculine sweat. He trailed his tongue lower, tasting it all.

"What are you d-doing?" Armin asked, almost choking on his words.

Nobody had been so close to him before. It felt so intimate, but also so scary, to let someone come so close down there.

"Shhhh, it will be okay," Kristof assured him before he pressed his nose into the black soft hairs and breathed in the natural musky scent that was Armin's. It made him want to devour his husband, but he knew he had to be gentle. He licked the inner thighs slowly, going down to the knee and back up again.

Armin could feel more shivers coursing through his body. It made his legs tremble so hard he couldn't keep them still. He felt like his head was spinning when the wet tongue licked higher again and came so close to his most intimate body part. Almost...but not touching it.

"Kris..." He moaned hoarsely. His hands tried to grip anything they could. His breathing was all over the place. His brain was no longer able to make coherent thoughts anymore.

Kristof wanted to take his tongue somewhere else, but maybe now wasn't the right moment. He didn't know how much Armin could take. He felt the man's body trembling and shaking underneath him already. He went back up again, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses till he was back at Armin's mouth again.

Armin clung onto him, hands kneading what they could grab.

"How do you feel?" Kristof asked with a rusty voice.

"Good...so good..." Armin gaspingly whispered.

Kristof sat up and took a bottle of rose oil out of a basket that stood beside them. With his teeth, he ripped off the cork lid and poured a little of its content over Armin's stomach. The lukewarm oil dripped down, and Kristof smeared his hand and stump through it and kneaded it onto Armin's skin.

He dipped his fingers inside the little puddle of oil that was formed in Armin's navel. While he was sucking on Armin's collarbone, he gently pressed Armin's legs apart.

"Try to relax," he said.

Armin was relaxed until suddenly a little fear came over him when he thought back to his first time. It had hurt so much, too much, to even be a little pleasurable.

Kristof looked at Armin and saw the expression on the younger's face.

"If it hurts, I will stop. Okay?"

Armin nodded, "Okay."

Kristof kissed him so feverishly it made his whole body feeble. And then, his husband pressed a finger inside, oh so gently. It didn't hurt, but Armin also didn't find it particularly pleasurable either. He felt how Kristof's digit thrust in and out at a slow pace.

Kristof himself was almost losing his patience. He felt his body fully aroused and couldn't wait to bury himself inside of his husband, but he really needed to take his time. That much he knew. He pressed in a second finger and all this time they kept kissing, their tongues dueling together. He curled his finger a bit to give Armin the pleasure he deserved.

When Kristof touched a certain spot inside of him, it felt so good that Armin almost couldn't comprehend what was happening to him. He took his lips off Kristof's, taking in a big gulp of air.

Kristof felt that Armin started to tremble more and more, so he retracted his fingers and took his position on top of him.

The sun had completely set now and it was dark except for the flickering candle-lit lanterns. Kristof looked at his lover, who was all sweaty and his hair stuck to his face. He kissed Armin's glossy eyelids, then widened his legs a little more.

Armin looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Has Kristof ever seen someone this sexy before? How could he love this man so much and so fully? How could he feel so loved in return?

Armin wrapped his arms around Kristof and nodded to let the other know it was ok. He felt Kristof entering him and it burned a little. He bit his lip and dug his nails into Kristof's back.

"Breathe in," Kristof said.

Armin took a deep breath and Kristof thrusted in completely. He then kept still and waited, giving Armin some time to get used to the feeling of being stretched.

"How does it feel?" Kristof whispered.

Armin felt overwhelmed by the fullness but it wasn't a bad feeling. It felt intimate like they were whole together.

Connected as one.

"Good...it feels g-good," he replied and he hugged Kristof, and kissed him fiercely, clutching his knees to Kristof's hips.

Kristof panted as Armin's tightness embraced his erection. God, this felt so good. He started thrusting in and out and in and out, setting an even and slow pace to begin. At the same time, he licked and kissed Armin's neck.

With every thrust Kristof made inside him, Armin inhaled. And with every thrust out of him, he exhaled. The faster Kristof took him, the faster and harder Armin panted. He could feel his orgasm coming and he clung onto Kristof's back while his toes curled and his stomach tightened.

"Oh...Kris...!" Armin cried out when he climaxed. It was the best feeling he ever experienced.

Kristof was close to his release as well, especially now he heard his lover moaning his name. He saw how Armin rolled up his eyes and bit his lip. When he felt a hot liquid erupting on his chest, and the tightness that surrounded him became even tighter, he came himself, burying his cock deep inside Armin's warmth.

Blissful waves coursed through his body with each jolt of pleasure until he collapsed on top of Armin when his orgasm had ceased.

"Oh...Armin,″ he gasped.

Armin let out a soft sob when all his emotions broke loose, and Kristof kissed him all over his face.

~~~

They lay totally spent against each other. Kristof with his head on Armin's chest this time. He caressed the soft skin of Armin's stomach.

"How was it for you?" Kristof asked while Armin stroked his hair.

"I think that was pretty clear." Armin blushed.

"I want to hear it from you."

"It was more than I'd hoped for."

Kristof smiled. "Oh...Kris," he imitated Armin while moaning.

"Shut up," Armin said while he lightly pulled Kristof by his hair.

Kristof chuckled. "Armin?"

"Yes?"

"This was the best night of my life." He nuzzled his nose against Armin's nipple.

Armin lay with a grin on his face. His arm resting under his head. "Mine too," he said, smiling.

They spent the rest of the night in that same spot. And just like the night of their wedding, they almost didn't sleep. Only this time it was because of a whole different reason...