Thank for requesting SovietReichless

I'm currently sitting in a rundown bar, waiting for a certain someone, who makes me a little less crazy. Or maybe more, who knows. The front door swings open as I see a tall figure walk towards me. So, Soviet has finally arrived. I nodded my head to him and pat down the seat next to mine.

He does as I've told him and gives a small, broken, smile. "Bylat, Third Reich. Why did you want me here so early in the morning?" He asks.

"Just to see you again, my love,"

"But you already did yesterday,"

"That is not enough for me,"

I lean to his ear (which doesn't exist), and whisper, "We could use a little alchemy right now babe,"

Soviet's face turns into a rosy color as he avoids my strong gaze. Damn, he's good at this game. But I put my gloved fingers under his chin and pull back. "You cannot escape me,"

My boyfriend sighs and nods to the bartender, who is eyeing us with a strange look. Not like he hasn't seen any gays before. "I'll take a shot of vodka," Soviet speaks, pointing to the gray-clear looking bottle.

"And I'll get some beer," I manage to say.

The bartender nods and turns around. Just enough time for me to do this. Grabbing Soviet by ushanka, I pull him close to me; managing to steal a kiss in public. It really bothers him, but Soviet melts into it today. That's my boy....

Now I grab his hips and pull him a bit closer, which causes the stools to squeal in resistance. That makes us both wince, but I never let go of the kiss, until I hear glass hit the counter. "You're Order is done," He growls, turning back around. Soviet is the one to let go, so I grab his hand.

"Don't worry about that homophobe, babe," I tell him, with a purr. He grunts and picks up his shot glass and drinking it in one go. "Give me another," He says, more aggressively.

I do the same with mine, and slam it much more forcefully. "Look man, I know this place is for everyone. But I need you to get the hell out of here. Gays are not allowed in this bar,"

I huff and grab Soviet by the hand, making him stand to his full height. (Which is really tall). He grabs me by the waist and I squeak. Then my boyfriend proceeds to prop me up and kiss me once more. I groan as he slips his tongue in. Man having him as a romantic partner was a good choice. Returning said favor I bite his neck, until the bartender throws a bottle of whiskey at the two of us.

Now I've done it and made him made. Who cares?! "Get the fuck out!" He yells, pointing to the door.

We do what we are told, exiting the bar. I latch onto him again and start running. That stupid place didn't need us anyway. Not when we have one another. "You know Third Reich, I love you," Soviet says, smirking.

I smirk back. "I do know that. Guess what, I love you even more,"

With that we chased each other back to his house. Gusts of wind blowing behind us. The experience was petty. Though having just the love of my life around, made this day so much more better and interesting.

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