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Taking Possession (Meine Liebe, Ludwig/Naoji)

Title: Taking Possession
Fandom: Meine Liebe
Pairing/Character: Ludwig/Naoji
Author: Karanis
Recipient: Mechtilde
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smutty with light bondage and a pinch of angst.
Summary: Naoji is going back to Japan, and Ludwig plans a special goodbye.


The missive had been simple, even terse, but not unusual.

I would be honoured if you would join me for tea this afternoon.

Looking forward to your attendance.

~~Ludwig Herzog von Mohn nahe Liechtenstein


It had been passed to Naoji after his second morning class by a timid first year girl, who had seemed overwhelmed simply at being asked to carry something undoubtedly important, as it had been a letter from one Strahl to another. Naoji had bowed and thanked her, as was proper, and she had blushed and run away with nary a word.

Ludwig usually used a similar method to carry such messages, and invited Naoji to have tea with him practically every other day. It wasn't even unusual that the boy's signed name was almost longer than the message itself. Ludwig's notes were rarely warm, nor were they generally longer than absolutely required for politeness sake.

Everything was correct and within the range of normal. There was no reason to be bothered by it, but the Japanese boy nevertheless felt a qualm as he arrived at Ludwig's suite and raised his hand to knock.

Perhaps it was the timing.

Naoji shook his head faintly, feeling the shorter bits of his hair at the front brushing his cheeks with feather light touches. He was merely being paranoid. Soon it would no longer matter.

There was a pause following the knock, and then Ludwig's voice reached Naoji's ears. "Come."

Naoji opened the door and entered, seeing Ludwig already sitting at his table, the tea service on the table and a steaming cup set at both places.

"Excuse me," Naoji said automatically, bowing before he closed the door behind him and approached his friend.

Ludwig's pale eyes sought Naoji, his head turning only fractionally and his chin lowering as he acknowledged him with a nod. "You are prompt," he said. "The tea is still hot."

Naoji was shocked, to be honest, but he struggled to contain it behind a neutral mask. "You didn't wish me to make it for you?" he couldn't help but ask.

Ludwig's lips curved upwards faintly. "You deny me the chance to treat you once in a while?" he asked, gesturing for Naoji to sit opposite him. "This is a special blend my mother sent me. I wanted you to try it, but it is difficult to brew correctly the first time. I will teach you how, if you wish."

The relief Naoji felt at the explanation even surprised him. It made such sense, he wondered why he had been concerned.

He sat down as invited and lifted his cup, inhaling the sweet, fruity scent of the tea. It smelled different from their usual teas, it was true. Not the bittersweet brew of the English, nor the subtle, leafy bouquet of the teas of his homeland.

Ludwig smiled at him faintly, watching him over the rim of his cup as he sipped. Naoji followed suit, sampling the hot liquid and tasting cranberries and rosehips. "It's very good," he said with a smile, lowering the cup.

"Then enjoy it," Ludwig said with a wave of his hand. "The schoolwork can wait."

The pair chatted about inconsequentialities - the weather, the current state of Camus' latest attempt at hybridizing blue and red roses, the various idiotic things that Orpherus had said in the political analysis class they had shared the day before.

Naoji set down his empty cup, and frowned as it clattered loudly against the rim of the saucer. Suddenly he was feeling quite dizzy and overheated and he held up a hand as Ludwig moved to refill it a third time. "Wait, Ludwig I... I'm not certain the tea is agreeing with me..."

Ludwig set the teapot down and rose to his feet, moving around the small table to stand next to him. "No, Naoji," he said quietly. "It just means that the sleeping potion I put in your cup is finally taking effect."

The Japanese boy's dark eyes shot up to meet Ludwig's pale ones, but they doubled and trebled before his eyes, and he felt himself swaying. He struggled to his feet, knocking the chair over and grabbing for the table as he reeled. "You...Ludwig, why?" he gasped, the pain of betrayal thick in his voice.

Ludwig said nothing in reply, but Naoji felt arms catch him as he swooned, and then he felt nothing further.

~ ~ ~


Naoji groaned softly as he came awake, his eyelids fluttering open. He was lying against soft pillows, his skin kissed by the cool, smooth texture of a down-filled comforter spread beneath him over an overstuffed mattress. He was lying on top of the blankets, though, and had apparently fallen asleep without getting undressed.

His head felt too big and stuffed with cotton, as if he'd overindulged with the sake the night before. But he didn't remember drinking any sake, just tea...

He started as he looked up and his eyes locked with Ludwig's, and the memory of the tea, the drug, the fresh hot pain of being betrayed by his best friend came flooding back. And he still had no idea which of Ludwig's political machinations could possibly have been benefited by knocking him out.

The jerking motion was brought up short and he realized that his wrists were bound tightly above his head, lashed to one of the slats of Ludwig's headboard. This was definitely Ludwig's bed, and Naoji had no way of knowing how long he had been unconscious. The tea service was still set out on the table nearby, though Ludwig's cup was no longer steaming.

The boy had tied him up and righted the chair Naoji had knocked over, but that looked to be about it. Perhaps it had been just a few minutes. Perhaps Ludwig had simply not cared to remove the tea service or do anything else as he waited for Naoji to awaken.

"Ludwig," Naoji said, his soft voice, normally never raised in anger, shaking with that selfsame emotion. "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"

Instead of replying, Ludwig withdrew something from his pocket and tossed it at Naoji, his eyes narrowing. The envelope and little squares of card fluttered and hit the Japanese boy in the stomach. He couldn't read what was written on the envelope, but he didn't need to. He recognized it instantly as the letter from his father that he'd received a few weeks before, and the tickets that had come with it.

Tickets for a ferry to Marseilles and then a ship all the way to the Orient. All the way to Tokyo, Japan.

"Ludwig..." Naoji whispered, his mouth going dry as he realized that the other boy had somehow found out his parents had summoned him home. The Japanese boy didn't know if he'd been careless and Ludwig had seen them when he'd last come to his room, or if Ludwig regularly searched his rooms, but it didn't much matter.

Ludwig was pissed. That much was plain to see.

"When were you planning to tell me, Naoji?" Ludwig asked, picking up the envelope and slipping the tickets into it before setting it on his table with graceful, efficient movements. "Were you going to slip out into the night like a thief?"

"No, Ludwig," Naoji said, a slight flush rising to his cheeks at the accusation. "Of course not. I had planned to tell you soon."

"You've had an embarrassment of opportunities," Ludwig replied, taking a step toward the bed. He blocked the light, and from Naoji's position the tall, dark figure loomed over him.

"I know," Naoji replied quietly. "I am sorry, Ludwig. I didn't intend to deceive you, I just..." he trailed off, flushing more deeply and averting his eyes.

The truth was, he hadn't wanted to tell Ludwig, or anyone for that matter. Telling his friends, beginning the process of saying goodbye, would have made the whole thing real. And he had been clinging subconsciously to the idea that it was all a bad dream, or that somehow by ignoring it the situation would go away.

And now it had come to it, only a few days before he was scheduled to take his leave, and he hadn't yet found the 'right time' to tell his friends.

His cowardice shamed him.

The bed shifted as Ludwig placed one knee on it and leaned over Naoji. He seized the Japanese boy's chin in his slender fingers, and forced him to look back up at him. "Were you afraid I wouldn't let you go?" he asked, his voice low.

"Let me..." Naoji echoed in confusion. What ability did Ludwig have to decide that?

"Perhaps that is what I should do," Ludwig purred with a smirk, letting go of Naoji's chin and reaching up to stroke Naoji's arm, just below his bound wrists. "Chain you up in the basement of my father's house. No one will ever see you again - except me, of course."

Naoji shivered at the brush of fingers to the sensitive skin on the inside of his arm. "Ludwig," he said, frowning. "You're being ridiculous."

The blow was more startling than painful. Naoji suddenly found his head turned to one side from an open-handed slap that left his cheek stinging.

"I don't think you're in a position to tell me that I'm being ridiculous," Ludwig said archly.

Naoji's breathing was speeding up and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he nervously turned his head to look up at Ludwig again. Was Ludwig really this angry, that he would hurt him? That wasn't like him at all, and the thought that he'd angered Ludwig to the point that he loathed him this much horrified Naoji.

"Please, Ludwig, just let me go," Naoji whispered, his eyes wide.

"No, Naoji," Ludwig said. He shifted once again, placing his legs on either side of Naoji's and his hands to either side of his chest. Ludwig's long black hair fell forward as the other boy leaned down, enclosing them in a dark curtain of silk. Their foreheads touched and Ludwig continued in a whisper.

"Not until I am ready. Not a moment before then. When you go, Naoji, my mark will be upon you so deeply that when your father sees you, he will know that you belong to another. And then I can rest in the certainty that you will return someday."

Naoji's breath caught in his throat. The realization hit him like a second, and harder, slap in the face.

Ludwig wasn't angry at him. He just didn't want to say goodbye.

Despite the tears that pricked at his eyes, Naoji smiled. "I will never forget you, Ludwig, you can be assured of that. And I will return, someday. Undoubtedly I will find you married to some beautiful woman, and king of Kuchen."

"Shut your perfect mouth, Naoji," Ludwig said. "I don't want to hear such things, and it has other uses today, besides."

Naoji's smile widened as Ludwig captured his lips in a fierce kiss. In a moment, the other boy's tongue was plundering his mouth as Ludwig's delicate hands ran greedily down his sides.

By the time Ludwig lifted his head and broke the kiss, Naoji was panting for breath. He kept pulling on his bound wrists, wanting to wind his arms around his friend and hold him tight.

He ached to cling to Ludwig and never let go, to the point where he made a soft sound in the back of his throat and tugged once again on his bonds as he looked up to meet Ludwig's eyes. "Ludwig, I need--"

A slender finger was pressed to Naoji's lips as Ludwig hushed him. "What did I say about speaking?" he whispered.

Biting his lower lip, Naoji nodded, and only then did Ludwig take his hand away from his mouth.

Ludwig sat up and began undoing the clasps of Naoji's clothing with an almost unhurried air, though the intense look in his eyes as he did so made the Japanese boy shiver. Ludwig focussed on him as though he was memorizing every inch of Naoji's body.

Perhaps he was.

He spread the shirt open, baring Naoji's chest to the air, and took a moment simply running his hand lightly over his chest and stomach. Naoji squirmed faintly, gasping, and Ludwig moved downwards, smiling.

Naoji's boots hit the floor a moment later and Ludwig's hands paused over the clasps of Naoji's pants. Just the anticipation and the slow pace, without any ability to urge Ludwig on or even participate was enough to make the Japanese boy gasp for breath and his heart pound with desire.

The bulge in his pants was evidence enough that he was excited by this, as well.

Finally Ludwig's fingers delicately pulled at the zipper and undid the button that fastened Naoji's pants. The opening was spread wide and Ludwig drew Naoji's cock out of his confining underthings. The relief as the pressure was alleviated and the light touch of slender fingers pulled a groan from Naoji's throat.

"You enjoy this," Ludwig observed, the corners of his lips curving upwards. His fingers drifted lazily over Naoji's sensitive shaft. "And I like those noises you're making."

"Ludwig," Naoji began with a gasp, but it dissolved into a louder moan as the other boy lowered his head and blew directly onto his cock.

"Better," Ludwig said with a smirk, then opened his mouth and swallowed Naoji's cock to the hilt.

Within moments, Naoji couldn't have spoken even if he'd wanted to. All he could manage were soft groans of need and louder cries of pleasure. He writhed helplessly, feeling the bonds bite into his wrists enough to hurt, and not caring.

He noticed belatedly as he shifted that his hair was unbound. In fact, as he glanced upwards at his own wrists, he realized that it was his own ribbon that he normally used to hold his hair back that Ludwig had used to tie his wrists.

His hair pulled slightly and spread across the pillow as he moved restlessly and even rocked his hips upwards. Ludwig eventually put his hands on Naoji and forced him down onto the mattress to stop him fucking his mouth too hard.

Naoji blushed at that and gasped an apology, feeling that he was too wanton and regretting that he'd probably made his friend uncomfortable, but the hold loosened and Ludwig lifted his head. Thin lips, normally poised for a well-considered argument were swollen and reddened, and spread in a smile. "Do not apologize to me, Naoji," he purred. "You please me when you can't help but react to what I do."

Those words made Naoji feel even more self-conscious, but as Ludwig shifted again, parting his legs further and insinuating himself between them, he realized that it didn't matter.

He trusted Ludwig, and whatever his friend wanted of him before they parted, he would gladly give.

Ludwig produced a small bottle of oil from a pocket and Naoji immediately realized what it was he wanted. The Japanese boy gladly opened his legs wider with anticipation as Ludwig poured the oil into his palm and pressed two fingers against Naoji's opening.

His eyes met Naoji's and held them with the pure hunger and intensity of his gaze. Naoji's natural inclination was to let his eyes slip closed as he felt the invasion, but he couldn't look away.

Not until Ludwig added a third finger and scissored his body open almost cruelly, that was.

Naoji squeezed his eyes shut and hissed as his body was forced open by the pressure, clenching his hands into fists. But he relaxed quickly as the other boy's touch gentled again. Ludwig leaned up and kissed him gently as he fucked him with his fingers, almost as if in apology. "I lose myself when I look at you like this," he whispered. "And I confess I don't want you to forget this easily."

"I won't, Ludwig," Naoji gasped, shaking his head. "That much I can assure you."

Ludwig captured his lips again in another heated kiss, plundering his mouth with his tongue as Naoji's body adjusted to the invasion of his fingers.

Soon the initial discomfort had faded and Naoji began to make soft whimpering noises of need into Ludwig's mouth, rocking his hips upwards to try to increase the stimulation. It just wasn't enough!

Ludwig smiled against Naoji's lips and withdrew his fingers to an answering groan of protest from the Japanese boy. He quickly replaced the fingers with something larger, though, and pushed forward into Naoji's body in a long, deep, thrust.

Naoji cried out as he felt himself being stretched even further, claimed intimately with that possessive invasion. He rocked his hips upwards, arching his back and driving Ludwig even deeper. The bonds cut into his wrists again, but he didn't care. All he wanted was more.

And Ludwig gladly gave it to him. Pausing only a few moments to ensure that Naoji's body had adjusted to his girth, he began to thrust deep into the Japanese boy, claiming him deeply and completely.

Naoji's own pleasure spiralled upwards at a furious pace. The blowjob had already readied him and the intensity of this coupling was only driving him straight towards the edge. While Ludwig soon wrapped long fingers around his cock and stroked him in time to his thrusts, he scarcely needed the extra stimulation.

Soon, far too soon, Naoji threw his head back and let out a cry that was closer to a scream. His body jerked helplessly as he climaxed hard.

Ludwig groaned in response, the pace of his own thrusts increasing and he pounded almost wildly into Naoji's body. As the Japanese boy's orgasm began to ebb, Ludwig let out another soft groan as he also achieved climax, filling Naoji with his seed as he thrust once more deeply into his body.

Panting, the boys sagged, Ludwig's head laying on Naoji's chest and his hair spreading over them both in a silky blanket. After a few moments, Ludwig pulled from Naoji and stretched out next to him, uncaring of the smears of fluid on his uniform.

He stroked a hand down Naoji's chest. "So beautiful," he whispered.

Naoji felt a flush rise to his cheeks again. "Thank you," he responded in a whisper. His throat was sore from the cries he'd voiced. "Ludwig...will you untie me now?" he added softly. He ached to wrap his arms around his friend even more than before.

Ludwig smirked, stroking Naoji's chest again and pinching a nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Remind me, Naoji," he purred. "When do you depart?"

"Uh...three days from now," Naoji said hesitantly. "In the morning."

Ludwig twisted the nipple gently, making Naoji gasp. "I wonder how long it would take for someone to come looking for you," he purred. "Perhaps if I leave you like this, the marks on you will be deep enough that they'll last until you reach Tokyo."

"Ludwig..." Naoji gasped. "Much as I might wish it were possible, we can't--"

He was interrupted by a soft laugh, and Ludwig's hand drifted down his stomach to fondle his spent member. "Perhaps not," he said with amusement. "But I'm not ready to let you go yet, Naoji. Not yet."

Naoji's voice as he replied was a bit breathless as Ludwig awakened him once again with the deft touch of his hand.

"I'll never be ready for that, Ludwig."
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