"What...what are you doing?" Armin asked while looking at his lover in the mirror.

"Hmmm...I was just thinking about your capability to remember things so excellently, and I want to give you something to remember for a long time...So make sure to memorize all the little details you are going to see in front of you now, okay?" Kristof replied with a husky voice while he sniffed at Armin's neck.

In the flickering candlelight, Armin saw his own cheeks get more flushed with every button that popped open. When Kristof had all buttons undone, he plucked the shirt to the back and tossed it across the room.

"Your skin is always so soft..." Kristof whispered as his hand and stump caressed the other's chest.

"Hahh.." Armin gasped when Kristof's hand slithered lower and opened his pants next.

Kristof's lips sucked on his shoulder as the man looked at him through his bangs, the older never looking more seductively than he did now.

Armin saw how his hard-on sprung free, bouncing up and down in the air while Kristof shoved the pants down to his ankles. The older kneeled, licking Armin's leg from thigh to calf as he let Armin step out of the pants.

Kristof went to sit between Armin and the mirror, kneeling, eyeing the erected piece of flesh in front of him. Kristof then looked up and saw Armin gazing back at him, his face filled with all sorts of emotions. Desire, anticipation, and anxiousness were a few to mention.

"K-kristof..." Armin said, his voice hoarse.

Kristof leaned in, his eyes still gazing up at Armin when he darted out his eager tongue, letting it slide over the unyielding erection.

Armin squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the warm wetness that slithered over his shaft. He released a low moan when Kristof wrapped his lips around the dripping head and gently sucked at it before taking the hardened flesh further into his mouth.

He rotated his tongue around the tip and then started to thrust it in and out of his throat.

He loved this. He loved pleasing Armin. He blinked up and saw his husband biting his lip while looking in the mirror with furrowed brows, watching the action going on.

Armin's breathing soon turned into panting, almost hyperventilating. Little beads of sweat rolled down his temples. He ran his hands through Kristof's hair, not knowing what to do with his hands otherwise. He needed to grab something, anything. When his legs began to tremble,

Kristof noticed that his lover almost couldn't handle it anymore, so he stopped his motions and pried his lips away.

Standing on his two feet again, he licked Armin from his navel to his nipple.

"And you're so beautiful too," Kristof whispered into Armin's mouth before he went to stand behind him again. "Just look at yourself," he then said.

He took a hold of Armin's cock while pressing his groin against the other's behind, grinding against it. He wanted to press inside Armin badly, but he had no oils within reach, and he didn't want to stop what he was doing at the moment.

Every time Armin felt an orgasm approaching, Kristof slowed his stroking pace or took his hand off to massage Armin's balls or his nipples instead. It felt like a sweet kind of torture to the younger. It was a feeling he wanted to last but he also wanted to come so very desperately.

"Oh-- I..." Armin almost choked on his own whimper.

Kristof thought it was time to give his young lover what he wanted so badly. "Come, then," he ordered.

"Kris--"

"You. It will be only you...always," Kristof whispered in Armin's ear.

"Hahhh...Ahh," Armin moaned as he came hard, looking at himself in the mirror when his semen shot out, coating the glass.

It had been so intense, Armin almost passed out. He collapsed against Kristof's back.

"I've got you," Kristof breathed in his ear. They stood like that for a while, catching back their breaths. "You, go to bed now. I will clean this up a bit." Kristof then told Armin.

After Kristof was done cleaning, he also crawled back in bed and was surprised by a pair of eager hands.

"Armin, what are you doing?"

"Just fumbling a bit," Armin answered, his hands grabbing the other between his legs.

"We need to sleep," Kristof replied sternly.

"Kristof?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Kristof smiled. "I love you too, Armin."

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It was the day before the big party and Kristof and Armin were in town to pick up the suits that were all done, mended in their sizes. They had been beautifully made.

"Oh, I need to get one last thing done at the bank. Will you come with me or will you wait outside?" Kristof asked Armin.

"I'll wait here, if that's okay. In the sunlight," Armin replied, smiling.

"Of course. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay, I'll be here waiting for you..." Armin winked at his husband before he sat down on one of the benches. He closed his eyes to let the warm sunshine caress his face. It felt so good.

While he was in thoughts, he felt someone sitting next to him, tugging at his arm.

"Huh? Are you done already?" Armin asked with his eyes still closed. He didn't wait for a reaction when he spoke further, "Hmmm, the sun is nice, isn't it? Maybe we can visit the lake later... You know why..." Armin tried to be as seductive as he could.

"No, I don't know. But do tell me?" A familiar voice whispered in his ear.

Armin opened his eyes up wide and looked to the side. The man's face was only a hair's breadth away from his. Armin pushed him away. "Roan! Wh-what are you doing here?" he asked, a little shocked.

"I'm in town to pick something up for my father and I saw you. You look good, Arm. I've missed you," Roan answered and then tried to press his lips against Armin's.

Armin pushed him away. "Jesus, stop that!"

Armin looked around to see if Kristof was there, but the man wasn't there. He didn't know if he was seeking his help, or just to make sure Kristof didn't think weird thoughts about this crazy action of Roan.

"What's wrong with you?" Roan asked.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" Armin asked incredulously.

They could have had a nice conversation between two old friends but Roan just had to ruin it with this stupid move.

"What do you mean? Three weeks ago you begged me to leave with you. You said you loved me."

"That was then. I am a married man now. And I don't love you. At least, not anymore. My feelings for you are gone," Armin said. He got angry too. "And you've got some nerve, you know that!? You didn't even come to say goodbye to me when I left home, and now here you are, trying to kiss me and pretend that everything is okay between us?"

"Shhh...baby... I told you that I can't handle goodbyes," Roan answered.

"Oh, please. Don't shush me! And don't call me baby. In fact, just don't pretend. I know you never loved me. You just wanted to sleep with me."

"I didn't hear you complain that night," Roan said.

"Well, there was already enough to complain about..." Armin said. How was he once in love with this man? He couldn't believe it. Look at them now. He wished Roan would just leave.

Roan cleared his throat. His pride was hurt. "So, how's life for you? You actually enjoy being with that freak?"

"You don't know what you are talking about. You don't even know him," Armin said agitatedly. He pitied Roan for his stupid ignorance.

"Did you fuck him? Are you honestly going to tell me that it was better with him than it was with me? He, the monster with that grotesque face hovering over you, was better? You disgust me, Armin, really..."

Armin felt so insulted. He was enraged! He couldn't help the words from spilling out of his mouth, "Yes. Yes, I did and it was great! Much better than those sixty seconds with you."

He regretted saying that. It was of no business to Roan what he and his husband did in their private life. But that man shouldn't call Kristof a freak. Kristof was a hundred times more a man than he was. Armin stood up from the bench to walk away, but Roan grabbed him by his arm and in the middle of the street.

He then pulled him close and slammed his mouth against Armin's lips, his tongue forcing its way inside.

"Mmm...!" Armin groaned and tried to push the other off, but it took some force. When he finally got him off, he shoved him away with all his strength.

"What the hell!" he screamed at Roan.

Some people on the streets stopped to watch the commotion but Armin didn't care.

He, however, did care when a figure came to stand between them. It was Kristof. And he had seen it all.

"Get lost," Kristof ordered Roan.

But Roan didn't listen. Instead, he laughed.

"So, this is the one-handed monster?" Roan asked with a smirk, observing Kristof's wooden hand.

Kristof ignored him and turned towards Armin. "Let's go," he said to his husband.

Armin couldn't believe how Kristof wanted to let this go, again. Armin had enough of always the same insults.

"You know I fucked him? Only three weeks ago," Roan said. "The day before he left to marry you, the ugly freak, he came to me and begged me to be his first because he couldn't live with the thought that it was going to be with you." Roan laughed and all the people around them had heard what he just said.

Kristof closed his eyes and turned around, facing Roan again. He balled his fist. He could handle it if people insulted him, but the fact Roan had blabbed this out in public about his Armin provoked him. He punched Roan in his face with great force, busting the man's lips open and landing him on the floor with a thud.

Armin watched with wide eyes. So were the other people around them.

"You fucking freak! I will make you pay for this!" Roan hissed as he lay on the floor.

Kristof didn't answer and grabbed Armin, whom he pulled with him until they both sat inside their carriage.

"Well, we can't go into town without bumping into one of our former lovers, can we?" Armin asked, trying to be funny about it, but Kristof didn't laugh. "Kristof...?"

"..."

"Are you angry with me? I'm sorry. I wish it was different, but what Roan told you was the truth..." Armin looked shamefully while fumbling with his fingers.

"I can't understand how you could possibly fall for such a moron," Kristof said in disbelief. He then looked at Armin. "I'm not mad at you, okay?"

"Because you know that my feelings are not as they were before, right? If I could take back what I said--"

"I know, Armin... Come sit here." Kristof patted the seat next to him.

Armin quickly sat next to his husband and laid his head on his shoulder.

"You know, that was pretty great what you did there..." Armin said.

"What? Hitting him? It doesn't feel that great. I shouldn't have done it, but I let him crawl under my skin."

"He deserved it."

"I don't think I ever hit someone before," Kristof said. The man's face showed an expression that Armin could read immediately.

"Oh, come on. Don't feel guilty." Armin grabbed Kristof's face and turned it to him. "You don't have to feel like that. Kiss me instead."

And Kristof did.

I want to let everyone know that I will be on hiatus in the month of February. Updates will return in March! There are only a few episodes remaining until the end :)