Late Nacht

[Ernst Robel]

Ernst looked at the clock above the door. Sighed, trying to keep his breathing even. Looked again.

Late. It was getting to be very late.

He had been sitting on his bed, watching the door, for almost two hours. It was just past twelve, but he was alone in his room. Where were his roommates? His hands clenched into his pillow, and he closed his dry eyes, which were stinging, after staring without blinking for too long. As if he would miss anything while blinking. They weren't here. Not that he was complaining, exactly. He did not mind being alone, and he definitely could do with less time spent with certain roommates of his. He had actually been trying to fall asleep every night before they came back to the room. The nervous feeling he got in his stomach at sleeping around them was much better than how his breath caught when he was around. And the confusion, thick enough to make him feel ill... Yes. Sleeping was better.

It wasn't as if he was frightened by his roommates. But... firstly, Elliot. Ernst could hardly stand to let Elliot touch him in this room now. Because this room was not theirs anymore. Hanschen... Hanschen and him rarely talked at all. There was too much left unsaid between them for them to carry on a normal conversation. And talking to Herr Jasper was bearable, but not here. Not in the same place that he slept, not in the same place where they... Where he...

Ernst stopped this train of thought when he realized his hands were shaking.

A deep breath. No. Ernst had no problem with using this room for sleeping, and nothing else. But waking up after an early night, and realizing he was still alone in the room frightened him. So he had sat, unable to even get out of his bed. Waiting.

Where were they?

Waiting.

It had been a long time.

Ernst shivered again. He should get some sleep. They had class tomorrow, and he was already struggling, even without pulling all-nighters and complicating things. But he was worried now, and he would not be able to sleep until he knew Elliot was safe (that they were all safe). A thought struck him, terrifying. If Elliot had left again, what would he do?

He deserved it, with what he had done. But he didn't want to think of it as a possibility.

It was colder than usual. Or at least, his frightened mind was tricking him into thinking it was. He reached beside him, searching for a shirt to cover his bare chest. It was practically spring here... he shouldn't be cold...

"Wo bist du?" he found himself muttering, eyes once again going to the door. "Wo bist du, liebling?"

[Elliot Warrenson]

<sup>Elliot couldn't think. Not about school, not about the way he felt to finally be back in Spain again, not about anything. At all. He was sick and tired of the thought processes that would drive him to the brink of his very sanity, the ways that it tormented him with the endless number of possibilities that could ever possibly happen with the situation at hand. Like the Gay-Marriage group back in Maine...New Englad was the base of the entire Gay Marriage movement in the U.S....if it was bailing on the very cause that it homed, where would the support come from? Was the morale for the group weakening back home? Did his parents blame his grandparents for shipping him off here? And school...God, Elliot had been in and out of Spain so often for these rallies, he wouldn't be surprised if he never graduated from this academy of futile efforts for change.

...and...Ernst...

At the thought of his (albeit, pretty forbidden) lover, Elliot couldn't help but give in to the tugging that he felt at the corners of his lips; the very same lips that Ernst would press against his own, the very same lips that explored the softness of Ernst's skin, the very same lips that would speak comforts and sweet nothings, and the all-consuming, single phrase of 'ich liebe dich.' I love you. And no truer words had ever escaped the lips of the teenaged, bravado-ridden boy. A sound eminated from the boy, an airy little noise of exhalation that simply exuded the relief he felt at the knowledge that he was home, and would soon be holding his boy in his arms. The only thing in his life he knew he could keep safe, the only thing that he knew he could protect would soon be tangible, right there for him to touch.

The lithe sounds of his shuffling steps soon came to a halt as his hands felt the edge of his door...West Wing, Room Twelve. The memories that this room held were precious, passionate, (though not always so pure...) His grip tightened on the suitcase in his hand, feeling the weight once more before knowcking softly on the door;

"Ernst? Baby? I'm home..."</sup>

[Jasper Harrin]

Spain, heh, Spain. Of all places for the boy to come, it had to be Spain. Many wouldn’t see the humor in this, mostly only he did and he didn’t mind. After all, no one could understand the male’s way of thinking. One advantage he loved having over normal people. He wasn’t better then anyone, oh no; he simply didn’t want other to be able to understand him. The dark haired male was strange that way, but he had always had strange factors about him. None of that was important right now. What was, is the mere fact that he was standing in front of a dorm—dorm 12—and nervous.

The room-mates were the worst mash-up ever. Two german’s, a hero and him, a monster. The pale hand gripped the dorm knob; it was slightly warm. A frown grew on his face, thinking. Ernst he knew would be in the room, so could it be from him? Or that wild haired boy who made Ernst fall for sweet words. Could it be his gem-eyed love, the one who he hated most? No, that man would be trying to steal Ernst back, he’d be trying to hurt him. Gently shaking his head and took a sharp breath and pushed the door open, stepping inside.

The boy’s eyes quickly darted to Ernst and Elliot. A feeling of relief yet pain filled him. Jasper didn’t hate Elliot, but he knew the male hated him. It was earned, for the way he had touched Ernst, the way he had tainted that beautiful boy’s body; he was no better then Hans… Quickly giving a faint greeting smile he dropped his small bag on the bed, a few books spilling out from the open top. “Good Evening”. He said nothing more before sitting on the bed, watching the pair for a moment, then letting his attention be brought to his cell phone, suddenly feeling the air was very thick.

This wasn’t going to end well was it?

[Ernst Robel]

Footsteps. Ernst's pulse began to speed up, but his mouth twisted into a frown. They would probably go right on by... It was probably just a teacher, the Sex Watch, trying to help the students keep the pure slates they were 'expected' to have in coming here. Not Ernst though. Ernst had never been good at staying clean. Any white he wore would always become filthy. It was something he was scolded for more and more, as he grew older, even as his body seemed to have it's own mind, constantly tripping over itself and landing in the mud.

The footsteps stopped outside his door, and he froze. The light was on! The teacher could probably see it, it would be painfully obvious... Quickly, he yanked his hand away from the shirt on the floor, and ducked his head under his blanket, breathing erratic. The last thing he wanted to do was have to explain what he was doing up still, and where his roommates were. I do not know! I do not!

The door opened, and he tensed, holding his breath. But... That voice was no teacher's, that was for sure. Though it did make him shiver.... All his fear evaporated. Everything would be fine, now. Because what could be wrong when Elliot was back, saying his name and calling this home?

Throwing off the blanket , he launched himself at the boy, burying his face in his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around him. "Elliot! Liebling... Du hast mir gefehlt..." A deep sigh, as he took in the boy's scent, his beautiful presence. "I m-missed you..."

Something surged through him, the want to be safe, And the best way he knew to be safe was to be closer, closer to someone he loved. So he pulled away, marginally, and stood on tiptoe to press his lips against Elliot's,. One hand reached out and shut the door- didn't want the teacher coming in now, even more than before- and then fell over the boy's shoulders. The words he didn't say were obvious in his touches.

Iche liebe dich.

I love you.


The door started to open again, and he froze, breath catching in his throat, eyes wide with terror. Oh. It was... It was...

"Tag, Herr Jasper..." He looked away, hiding his face in Elliot's chest, red with embarrassment, shame. He did not like Elliot and Jasper being in the same room. There was something about it that just made him sick to his stomach. "G-good evening also."

[Elliot Warrenson]

<sup>Warmth. That beautiful, familiar warmth that only Ernst's energy could ever possibly provide. A heavy sigh of pure contentment escaped Elliot's lips; he knew that he had missed the boy, that was for sure...however, he never knew just how good it would feel to finally be back with Ernst once again, to finally hold his lover in his arms, their auras infusing together in the silent cataclysm of love that was their reunion. He heard Ernst speak oh-so softly into his chest of how he missed him, but before Elliot could be launched into his imminent speech of undying love for Ernst, he felt the subtle brush of his lover's lips against his. He could sense Ernst's hand move towards the door behind him, pulling the same swift move that he had used on the boy the last time that they had done this sort of...thing together. Elliot smirked into the kiss as he felt the door click shut behind them, and let his hands roam the territory that seemed to be charted so long ago. They explored the gentle curve of Ernst's back, the suppleness of his porcelain skin, the subtle scent of his shower wash. God, how he missed that smell....

All too suddenly, the door pushed into Elliot's back, abrubptly ending the little make-out session that the two reunited boys were indulging themselves in. Rather irritatedly, Elliot sighed;

"...dude. Having a bit of a moment here with my man. Do you mind---"

“Good Evening.”

"....the f*ck?"Elliot whispered under his breath. There was no way. That voice...that voice of the goddamned hell-spawn of a rapist, how was it so...close?

"Tag, Herr Jasper..."

Elliot pulled away from Ernst, stepping back to shield his boy from the monster of a man before him. What the hell happened when he was gone? How did this creeper possibly get into the room? Did he loot a key along with Ernst's body? Elliot was seriously thinking about compromising his pacifistic morals at the moment in time that he found himself in...

"...how the hell did you get in here?"</sup>

[Jasper Harrin]

Things just got fun. Jasper looked at the pair and a soft smiles rested on his lips, though his hand that held his book gripping tightly. What a odd situation. The dark eyed boy let his eyes drift over Elliot a moment, taking in the angered face with a amused feeling before glancing to Ernst and the smile grows faintly. The boy had greeted him kindly, how lovely. Gutentag Ernst His words were spoken in a normal formal manner, though his eyes remained unreadable. A talent aht he loved deeply, the fact that he was able to hid his emotions from others. His eyes fell back on Elliot though, a new feeling sparked. That anger, it was so..refreshing. It had been sometime since he saw such a pwerful glare. He knew the cause, after all this child loved Ernst. Strangly enough, Jasper held much respect of Elliot; more then he did for others. Of course, this look meant nothing. No glare, no matter who it was from really ever effected him, not brought his interest around. There was only one that could thrill him, that was from the beautiful blonde german who he and Ernst had scared ties with.

But, that boy was not the important subject. Though his bed was quite nere. Without meaning, Jaspers eyes flicked to the german's bed and he had to force his eyes away. That sinful place, this room really was just simply sinful. He had taken two of these men, bringing them down into his cruel game. Jasper never meant to hurt Ernst, in fact he deeply cared for the chid. It was his own lust, seeing that beautiful boy in that thin, silk dress. He couldn't stop his eyes from trialing the way the fabric showed his soft curves, the innocent look that rested in his eyes as he waited for the one that called him there. Then of course, there was his strange past with Hans. Yes, that man, such a confused one. He spit out such hateful words, yet soon they were on that bed, fingers trialing skin, lips kissing anywhere. He was sure he made a few marks on that damned body, just so the male would be reminded the next day that it was Jasper he belonged to.

Belonged to. It had a nice ring to it. The british male gave a weakl chuckle, his thoughts plauging his mind but he pulled from them and looked at the couple. "Sorry for interuppting...but this is my dorm as well. Somehow, the boy was able to keep teh smirk off as he spoke. It was strange, but this game was growing more and more exciting by the moment. His heart was tugged faintly by the thrill that was building up, his face calm but underneath his nerves were on ends. Something was going to happen, he just had to be ready. No matter what that somthing was.

[Ernst Robel]

He sighed in happiness, eyes watering at the feeling of once again being connected to his lover, his love, in this way. Perfect, he thought, as his hands clenched into fists, clinging to the boy's shirt as if he thought that letting go would make the boy would fade and fall away again. He wanted to cry and beg Elliot to never leave me again, please, I will do anything you like, I will do anything you would like, I will be yours only and you can use me and abuse me in any way that makes you happy. Just do not, please, do not leave again. But such words froze, stuck in his throat. He couldn't do it, he couldn't open his mouth and beg. Instead, he tried to channel such feelings into this kiss, as he felt the boy's hands wander.

And then this.

Even with the tension in the air, he couldn't help but blush at how easily Elliot called him 'his man.' He flinched as the swear word left Elliot's mouth, and ducked his head, ashamed. He couldn't look up at Jasper, and he couldn't look at the boy who had stepped in front of him to protect him. The high of being in Elliot's arms once again faded, and he could feel the itch of filth surrounding him again. Dirty.

He tried to find his voice, biting his lip at the boy's chuckle. "E-elliot... It is f-fine, do not worry... Herr Jasper is our new roommate... Und... A-and... Hanschen, also. They will b-be here much... Be around much... Ja." His brain was scrambling, and the words refused to come out right, as hard as he tried. He took a deep breath, and peeked over Elliot's shoulder at the boy. Immediately, he could feel slik against his skin, and then hands, hands that he did not want, but they would not leave. And somewhere deep within him, he didn't want Herr Jasper to stop-

"Time for s-sleeping!" The words tumbled out of his lips, and he tried to hide his quaver, as he shuffled backwards, towards his bed. "It is a late nacht... A late night! Ja! Sleep?" He looked at the floor again, and his voice grew quieter. "Bitte, Jasper, schau mich nicht. Nicht, solange Elliot ist hier." He did not want Elliot to get in a fight, perhaps even get hurt, because of him. He did not want Elliot to know how he felt about being around Herr Jasper, how his heart rate sped and his muscles tensed. And yet... He did not wish to see Herr Jasper hurt either. He hoped his acting would be good enough to keep everyone calm, though it looked like he was already falling short.

Please, do not fight...

Translation: Please, Jasper, look at me not. Not as long as Elliot is here.
Note: Fail!internet German is fail. Please excuse me.

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[Elliot Warrenson]

<sup>"E-elliot... It is f-fine, do not worry... Herr Jasper is our new roommate... Und... A-and... Hanschen, also. They will b-be here much... Be around much... Ja."

Elliot's eyes widened in utter shock. Of all the people in this school, their new roomates just had to be the guy that broke Ernst's heart, and the cad that used Ernst for his body? Christ, it seemed as though some random, emotionally sadistic and at the same time overly hormonal yaoi fangirl had taken over the threads of the fates of everyone here, and had tangled them all in the most hopeless way. I was all that Elliot could do to shake his head to the side and walk over to one of the bunk beds in the room, holding his face in his hands as he sat down, doubled over in disbelief. Of course. What was he supposed to expect? He left this place for so long...nearly two months...he left his school, his room, his lover...did he honestly expect it all to be right there, sitting pretty and perfect for him? Of all people, he really should've known better than to expect time to stand still and simply wait upon him...

"...alright...alright, I can deal with this. I'll share this bunk with Ernst, if you don't mind all too much." At this, he turned to Jasper, "Considering your track record, I don't think you'd really want to cross me."

He flopped back onto the bed, losing himself in the overstuffed comforter. He didn't care much for it; it was far too thick, too consuming, too smothering. It kept him within a cocoon that prevented any sort of release from the decadently fluffy prison. It was nothing more than a temporary, mandatory escape...after all, one couldn't operate well on far too little sleep. A heavy, labored huff expelled itself from his mouth as he turned his body from the other two boys in the room. It was childish, yes. It was childish and selfish and nothing more than a bitter show of his anger and inabiliy to truly cope with the given circumstances. The child was upset, understandably. Elliot had falsely expected things to stay the way they were; lovely, balanced, perfect...or as near to perfection as one can really get. But then again, was the contentment of the past state of things truly too much to ask?

...perhaps so.</sup>

[Jasper Harrin]

Jasper watched the pair with a slight smile, his dark eyes merely giving a slight roll. It was amusing in the least, to see Elliot react as such a child. More amusing to watch Ernst so jittery. "Relax already" The boy's words were sudden, but he didn't wish to keep them to himself. He was going to be rooming here, he didn't wish for it to be a war. "I am not a shameful as you think me" His words were directed at Elliot, dark eyes watching him carefully. The boy didn't understand Jaspers thinking, few did really.

His hand moved and grabbed his notebook. He wasn't thinking much as he gripped the small book and pulled it beside him. THe others were spilling out of his small bag but he didn't care. Only this book mattered. A small frown rested on the male's face and he waited till Elliot made his fall to teh bed before stowing it away under his pillow. It was scary to concider the thought of the others finding it. Even Jasper had secrets, obviously.

His eyes drifted to Ernst once more, a smile growing on his lips. He didn't speak though. Instead he turned back to his bag and shoved all his papers inside, though did glare to glance up and smirk the child,speaking this time. "Elliot..I will not bother you and Ernst. I have no interest in bother you two..I rather support you actully" He gives a faint sigh and merely shakes his head. So misunderstood.

[Ernst Robel]

Ernst bit his lip, not liking the look in Elliot's eyes. Maybe he should have said it better... but he was not exactly the most well-spoken person. Especially not in a language that he still felt he hardly knew. But... he was getting better, right? And English was the only way he could communicate with Elliot, so he would keep working at it. Because he would do anything to keep Elliot with him. He couldn't lose him, he just couldn't.

But there he was, walking away. Ernst began to panic, wanting to follow him, but not sure if the boy needed some space, or just wanted to be away from him, or what. Elliot was sometimes so difficult to read, and it terrified him. It felt as if he were pulling away, even after he had just returned. Perhaps he had just met someone else while he had been away, though he had greeted him with passion, called Ernst 'his'. Why would he do that if he had met someone else? Unless he had only wanted to fuck... Ernst's face burned. Had he... w-was that all Elliot had wanted?

Ernst snapped to attention again. "Y-you... would like to share?" His face got redder, but hope blossomed in his chest. Maybe it was just territorial, but he did care, at least a little bit. "I..." A wince at the mention of his history with Jasper. "E-elliot... It is fine... Herr Jasper is fine..."

The boy turned away from them, and Ernst bit his lip, trying to keep his eyes from welling with tears. He had already gone and made the boy mad. Why could he not keep anything good?

Maybe because you do not deserve it...

Jasper's words sunk into his skin, and he took a deep, shaky breath. Trying to calm his frantic-beating heart. He nodded at Jasper's words, agreeing, if only to calm Elliot down. And Jasper... Herr Jasper had promised... He was staring at him, now. Ernst swallowed, throat dry, and looked down at the floor. He could never meet Jasper's eyes, not after that night. They made him feel like he was drowning. His words made him blink in surprise. He... supported them? Wh-what... What did he mean?

He stood in the middle of the room, feeling awkward, left as the only one standing. But he is too shy, too nervous to go sit with Elliot. And too scared... much too scared to sit with Jasper.

The new state of Room 12.