I just love you.

It's been quite a while since the paths of all the classicaloids have diverged. During this time, many have become more independent and have become more aware of the modern world, and therefore have become more adequate in society. This also affected Beethoven and Mozart. During the time they lived in Otowakan, they forgot that they could live together peacefully. Maybe they had a misunderstanding because of the division of the room, but the guys became very related and got used to it, so now it's much easier for them to live together in a studio flat. Yes, the flat. They both found a job for themselves, although it was difficult, but they were not ready to live somewhere on the street or go a lot of kilometres to the village again. Fortunately, they had the same job. All these recent events, again, have changed these two a lot. They have become more restrained, more serious and more mature. Even Mozart. Of course, he still has a childish character and loves fun, but there is no trace left of past children's and ridiculous exits, which could not but please Beethoven. Speaking of him, he stopped catching such a strong fixation on some particular case. Ludwig devoted himself to music, but not to the extent that it was before, which already pleased Wolf. These changes were noticed by other classicaloids at rare, but good meetings. So what about their life together? Since they work in the same place, they spend almost all of their time together. In the morning to work, and in the evening they will go to some cafe and go home. At home, they could play board games, clean up, cook something new for them, or they could just talk until they fell asleep. Yeah, just talk. They used to be able to talk heart to heart, but now they know each other "from and to". Now they know each other's entire biography, they know every scar on the body, all the psychological traumas and experiences. They could easily say that they now share one soul for two. But there must have been something else in them that they don't say...

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– Wolf. – said Beethoven with his characteristic rigour in his voice. – Yes, Lud? – the answer was not long in coming.  – I..just... –  thin eyebrows were brought to the bridge of the nose, and the cheeks turned pink. – Can I braid your hair? Mozart looked, stupidly batting his eyes at Ludwig, sitting next to him. This question surprised him somewhat, but he realised that he could not refuse. – Okay. – the only thing that Wolfgang dropped out of his mouth and sat down with his back to his neighbour. Beethoven's movements were light and neat, although he himself was a little excited now. Does he really feel something about Amadeus? It was somewhat strange to understand. He didn't feel such feelings for anyone else, and even more so Mozart was a guy, albeit with a rather pretty cute appearance. All this inner anxiety next to him, affection, the desire to tell only him all his secrets and addictions, and the stupid need for constant intimacy with him. Of course, he didn't think about any intimacy, but this is also a kind of stage in the relationship and the idea that it could be possible with Wolfgang was just scaring, although deep down, maybe he would like something like that.  – Wow, Lud, I didn't know you could do such gorgeous braids! – Mozart exclaimed joyfully, looking at himself and his hair in the mirror.  – I'm glad you like it. – Beethoven replied on exhalation, smiling at the positive reaction. Wolf sat down again, or rather jumped, on the bed next to Ludwig. Apparently, they both want to say something, but they just silently look into each other's eyes. This awkward silence pressed and made them worried, further stirring up all the thoughts in their heads. – I want to kiss you. – Ludwig calmly gave out.  – What?! – Amadeus's face turned red. – This is the most ridiculous declaration of love, Lud!! Beethoven's cheeks also turned red. Before Lud could answer, Motz threw himself on his lips. Apparently, he shared that desire. Mozart's hands were cold, but insanely soft. These cold touches made goosebumps run over Ludwig's body. His necke was powerful and warm, and Amadeus thin fingers wrapped around, but didn't squeeze at all. Mozart teased with his kisses and at the same time brought peace of mind, because Beethoven finally realised that he felt the same way. Wolf sometimes bit Ludwig's lower lip with his teeth, which made him frown, but he liked it madly. The tongue wandered quickly in someone else's mouth, and the breath was confused. – Wolf, you'll eat me now.. – Beethoven said, finally moving away. – I just love you. – Mozart gave out flirtingly, but his red face and slightly trembling hands gave out everything. Ludwig placed his hands on other shoulders and already pulled Motz to himself, leaving a soft but soaked kiss on his lips. – Johann Chrysostomus Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart... - Beethoven began seriously and decisively, looking straight into the eyes of Wolf, who apparently strained on his full name. - Will you be my fate? - I’m already your fate, Ludwig van Beethoven. – Amadeus smiled softly. – Will you be a companion of my life? – said Ludwig with a smile. – I will. The guys laughed and hugged. Now they're definitely not hiding anything from each other.