April 14th, 1912, 10 AM

In the morning, Otto woke up. He felt terrible. His pillow was soaked in tears, his stomach felt like he got kicked into another realm, and the headache was disorientating. His mother came into the room.

"Otto get dressed, we are going to the Sunday Service, we have given you enough time to sober up"

"Mmmmmmgaahh" he shifted his face off the pillow. His face was really red.

"I don't want to hear any excuses, especially after the stunt you pulled last night, SO GET UP!"

He rolled out of bed and hit the floor. It sobered him up a little and he stood up and leaned against the wall a bit to get his bearings, she scoffed as she closed the door, why did they believe in that stupid shit, maybe since being gay was a sin, he thought that Jesus and god loved everyone, And it's not like they were doing a good job being paragons of virtue either. It took a bit but eventually he could stand up straight, get dressed, and make his way to the Sunday service.

—

At the back of the ship, Foxy was waiting for him, he felt like it was time to confess his love for Otto, he knew it, and so did Otto. however, Otto hadn't come. maybe his parents found out he didn't return after dinner, he was worried he got him in trouble, so he decided to leave the spot to go onto the upper decks to apologise. Once he reached the cabin he knocked on the door. No one answered the door, not even a footstep or a voice on the inside, completely quiet. They must all be gone somewhere.

April 14th, 1912, 10:30 AM

Foxy headed down to the Grand staircase, part of him thought he's with his family, let him have family time but the other part of me wanted to save him from having to be bored and listen to the same chitter chatter... and his parents. Despite what he thought, there wasn't any sign of him, nor most of the 1st class passengers. Then he remembered that today's the day God got tired and had a rest, and so that's the day of worship. he decided to wait outside of the room until the service was over, he listen to them sing "Eternal Father, Strong to Save", Otto was practically mumbling it, his headache was pounding too hard for him to really get the words out clearly. In a different universe he would be a Judas to this ship, bringing this place down. He didn't know if the pain he felt within his soul was that of a lack of God within him, or a lack of God within this world. It's something he lacked for awhile, and the only thing he had now to possibly rely on was Foxy.

"Don't mumble Otto" Marie gave jim a side eye as the piano kept on playing, eventually service ends as they walk on out, the men noticeably getting out faster than the woman funnily enough, Foxy looked around, standing taller to look for him, and he did

"Hey Otto! there you are!"

Otto's eyes jumped as he saw him, he wanted to come rush to him but he remembered that his parents didn't want him to see him again. Otto made motions with his head, trying to communicate that he couldn't see him despite wanting to, Foxy noticed this and decided to stay low, waiting until the right time, he motioned his head, the front of the ship. Otto nodded his head up and down, he would bid his time, find his moment. Foxy sighed and made his way to the front of the ship, it was gonna be a while until they would speak again.

—

April 14th, 1912, 7:45 AM

Foxy was at the bow of the ship looking over as the ship cut the ocean in half, the rushing waves splashed against the hull, it was loud, a warm orange glow surrounded everything, he was deep in thought, he had a idea, something to show Otto, who was walking up onto the forecastle Deck, he straighten his suit as he thought that now is the time. seeing the setting sun upon the horizon of the vast endless Atlantic. It was truly beautiful, one that could suffice as a last sunset if one wanted a good one

"Hello Foxy" Otto smiled as Foxy turned around, he also smiled, it was time. "I knew you would be here"

"I've missed you, I wan-"

"Shh" Foxy put his finger to his lips as he reached out his hand. "Give me your hand"

Otto was curious as he took Foxy's hands as he walked up to him, they both stared into each other's eyes, not breaking away, they stood in front of each other, just a foot away from their chests touching.

"Now close your eyes"

Otto smiled as he closed his eyes, he felt Foxy move behind him, still holding his hand as he slowly led him to the railing.

"Now hold on to the railing"

Otto grabbed the railing, he was wondering what Foxy was going to do, but he trusted him.

"Now step up onto the railing"

"You're asking a recently suicidal man to climb up on to a railing" Otto laugh as he climb up on the railing. Foxy laughed as well.

"What? Haha, you trust me?" He smiled, still holding on to Otto

"Always" Otto smiled as he kept his eyes closed, standing still, he felt Foxy's hand take his and hold it up so that he could hold on to one of the ropes that was holding up the crows nest behind them, Foxy let go and stood beside him.

"Alright, open your eyes"

Otto slowly began to open his eyes, he gave a little chuckle, he was in awe, it was as if he was running at a super fast speed, running away from all his problems.

"Haha! Look at me run!" Otto shouted as the both smiled, They looked out into the sea, with nothing but miles and miles and miles of ocean speeding past them, the sunset surrounded them, they didn't have a care in the world, nothing was going to ruin the moment, the breeze felt amazing, everything was amazing, Foxy stood up on the railing, perfectly balancing himself as he wrapped a arm around Otto.

"Don't go back to your parents, stay with me, when you're with me, there will be no worries, I will protect you, nothing on earth will come between us"

Otto turned around and looked at Foxy, The smile on both of them grew bigger, the they looked into each others eyes, both knew it, both didn't even need to say it as they began to lean in, slowly closing their eyes, until finally, their lips touched, a feeling washed over them, it was a good feeling, the feeling of connection, the feeling of being safe, the feeling of love, they kissed deeper and deeper, softly then hard, they hugged each other close as they kissed, holding as long as they could before they pulled away, they step off the railing and headed on back to the cabin for the night.

And that... was the last time Titanic ever saw daylight.

—

"And welcome back to Von Wolf hell" Otto said as they entered his family's cabin and locked the door, the room looked dimmer, only lit with lamps instead of the natural light from the outside. Otto gave a chuckle to the title, he wasn't lying.

"I'm going to assume you do not want to inherit your fathers railway business? So, with us now in a romantic relationship, we need to think of a plan on how we can be together"

"What do you propose?" Otto said, looking for his sketchbook to show more work he did while he was waiting to sneak out.

"Might be a weird one, but it's the only one I can think of, we pretend to be brothers, specially adopted brothers, given the fact that we are of different species of canine"

"That sounds like it can work, you can call me, Otto Piratson Wolf" He smiled

"It sounds like we are getting married haha" They both chuckled, both really wanted to marry in the future.

"But what would we do in America?" Foxy walked up to Otto, who was in his room, he had found his sketchbook and started flipping through.

"I think with my more economic background I could find work on Wall Street, assuming my father isn't there. Otherwise we move to Chicago once we save enough money to get there"

"Chicago sounds perfect, not going to lie, I've heard some good things about that place"

"Mhm, it's not too far to travel, it's got plenty of opportunity, I think it would be perfect too"

Otto found the drawing he had been working on, it was of a random faceless male, looked like it was for anatomy practice.

"are these real references or just ones you made up?" Foxy said looking at it.

"I usually do references, yes. It's really hard to get a good angle with a mirror without it falling over and shattering into millions of pieces and not having anyone hear"

"That from experience?" Foxy said chuckling

"Last year, Now I have 6 more years of bad luck, but it seems like i'm getting some passes"

Foxy chuckled again, he looked through some more of Otto's work, going through some erotic works too. "Say Otto"

"Hm?" Otto looked up at Foxy, both stared into their eyes"

"I want you to draw me"

"Oh! I would love to draw you! Le-"

"Nude" Foxy blushed, as did Otto, Otto had never done still life, only using his own body for that kind of work, and with mirrors that may or may not have shattered.

"Of course you don't ha-"

"Nein... I can do it" Otto said, smiling, but of course, blushing

—

Outside on top of the crows nest, two Protogens stood still in the cold Atlantic air, both could barely see, and it wasn't just because of they way they were built, in fact, they were the second wave of Protogens to be built from a company back in the UK, using Metal Gears, plastic visor and little light bulbs and as well as being grown in tank chambers. they could tell they were surrounded by ice, with just the limited visibility.

"Its bloody cold" Fleet said to Lee

"Cold as a Witch's Tit" Lee replied back, holding himself to try and keep a little warmer. "I can see some little ice, hopefully we don't run into anything to big"

"Don't worry, I can smell Ice"

"We don't have noses"

"Oh"

—

Otto brought a chair into The room, having it face backwards, as Foxy began to remove his clothes, the tent in Otto's pants grew bigger and bigger, he remained calm, he blush a bit but remained quiet, professional, minus the bulge of course, Foxy had faced Otto, slowly removing his briefs, until Foxy was full nude, both blushed a deep red, Otto Jaw hit the floor

"Over on the bed.. I mean couch. I MEAN CHAIR" Otto was extremely aroused at the sight of his boyfriend, trying to remain professional, but quickly snapped out of it as Foxy stood on the chair, facing him. "Alright, um, put your hands and arms on top of the chair"

Foxy did so.

"Alright, rest your head on your arms"

Foxy did so.

"Alright. Keep your eyes on me"

"You do have to tell me twice," Foxy smirked.

"Oo, and hold that smirk" Otto said as he everything was set up and started to sketch "now Now get comfortable in that position for me please"

Foxy's eyes stared into Otto's eyes as he listened to the sound of pencil scraping the paper. He was holding still, mostly his face, he made sure he got his face right before moving on to his body.

"Thank you for holding your face, I struggle a lot on the eyes.. and the noses for some odd reason" Otto said, Foxy wanted to chuckle, but he kept the same face, waiting for him to let him know when he was done with the face. It took around 5 minutes until finally his face was all sketched out. "Done, you can sneeze all you want now"

Foxy stuck out his tongue. "Blep"

Otto laughed at the sight, it was amusing and cute

"Hehe, So how long have you been drawing Otto? I don't think you ever told me"

"Hmmm, well I think I started taking it seriously when I was around 10, I didn't have much else in my life going on that I wanted to dedicate myself to"

"I wanted to try and be a writer, maybe make a few short stories to publish in a newspaper, Don't know exactly what I would write" Foxy looked into his eyes, seeing Otto Blushing.

"That sounds lovely. In an ever changing world like this being a journalist is a very important job"

"Journalism might be fun, travelling the world, capturing moments on paper, it seems fun"

"It really does, but I wouldn't think we'd travel the world. I wanna be comfortable in one spot. But we'll see where fate takes us, wherever we go we go together" Otto took longer and longer staring through. Foxy could tell he wanted him more than he wanted to draw. Foxy felt it, he felt lust filling the room, it was getting hotter and hotter, He was controlling himself, Otto was just finishing on sketching the lower area, Otto could feel the tightness in his pants, he stood up, he felt hot. "I'm just going to remove some of my clothing. Is it more or is it getting Hot?"

"Haha, cheesy, I love it" He smiled as Otto removed his pants and shirt, setting it down as he finished up the last details, sketching in a chair and erasing the parts of Foxy that blocked the chair, and finally Otto put his initials.

OW, April 14, 1912

Otto stood up, he got down to the same level as Foxy, and gave him the drawing.

"Fuck! I didn't know I was that sexy" Foxy smiled as he looked at the drawing, taking in all the detail.

"Really? Don't be so modest Foxy love, that is an honest depiction" Otto said as it was an impressive piece, much better than his older stuff. It was because he put more love and care into it, something he had been lacking, a purpose behind the movements in the pencil. As Foxy kept looking, Otto was looking at Foxy, there was something coming over him, it was the love, they had just shared a erotic moment with them, but there was more that Otto wanted to do, both of them felt the tension in the air, Foxy looked up as he set the drawing aside, he put his hand on Otto's cheek as Otto lean into his hand, he smiled, he felt so warm.

"Foxy... Don't stop" He said, looking into his eyes"

"Put your hands on me Otto"

They both leaned in, pressing there lips together, as Otto began to remove his briefs

—

"Lightoller," Murdoch had said as he walked towards the bridge. "I relieve you from your duty" he said as Lightoller walked towards him.

"Alright, I shall make the rounds of the ship before heading back to my cabin for the night" he said, looking out to the ocean one last time, it was filled with tiny icebergs. "Hopefully you warmed yourself up, it's going to be a long and cold night"

"It's a very clear night too, no moon, just stars, lots of them, I can even see them over the horizon, it's very calm, I can't see too far out, lots of Ice I can see" Murdoch said as he rubbed his hands to try and warm them

"We will be around more ice soon, I suppose. Well I shall be making my rounds, Goodnight and best of Luck" Lightoller said as he went on his way while Murdoch stayed put, James Moody came out from the bridge.

"Could I get you some tea Murdoch? Help warm you up"

"That would be great, Thank you Moody"

—

"Huff Huff, Wow, that was amazing" Foxy said while he and Otto laid on their backs, he and Otto were sweating and panting.

"That was amazing Foxy, you did really good"

"So did you Otto, so did you hehe, I hope to do that again soon, somewhere we can moan as loud as we want"

"You think we could be loud in Chicago?" he asks as he shifts around on his side, getting nice and comfortable.

"I sure hope so, if anyone asks, we tell them i was fucking some white and pink fur girl with yellow eyes" They both laugh"

"Mmmhm, you think I can sound like a girl in bed"

"With the speed i could go, and me hitting any good spots, I bet you can" He smile as they gave you a kiss, Foxy then saw the piano in the corner of the room "Would love to hear you play"

"Oh man, I'm not sure what I would play" Otto sat up, both of them still nude, he walked over to the piano and starting thinking of what to play, until he a song popped into his head, He took a deep breath, and begin to play a song from an artist he really really liked and respected. Foxy sat up and listened, it was amazing, he had never heard such beautiful music, the music he always listened to was fast, energetic, exciting, was this what rich people listen to all the time? It was more refined, toned back and hesitant but with purpose. Every moment of silence set forth to add onto the silent thought, or to further impact the entrance of sound when it arose, Foxy stood up and walked over to Otto, watching him press the keys, softly, then hard, getting louder, the softer, watching him go up and down the scale, he rest against the piano smiling, Otto seemed deeply engulfed in his music. It truly was an experience Foxy hadn't had before, hearing this type of music, played with such skill, Just as it started, it ended.

"That was amazing" Foxy clapped

"Oh why thank you. I studied this French man's music for quite a time. His style of music is unique for its style in how it constantly changes. It feels like you're in a dream state as the notes flow from one another, into song" Otto had a very poetic way of speaking, yet he could also be very simple at the same time. Foxy always thought rich folks would speak fine and in stupid riddles, yet otto could do both really elegantly while staying true to himself"

"What's the song name?"

"La cathédrale engloutie, or in English. The Sunken Cathedral, its from Debussy"

"Could you teach me how to play some time?" Foxy smiled as he sat down"

"Ha! It would take many years to play pieces like this, in all honesty, it's hard for me.to play pieces like this sometimes. But of course, I'd love to teach you"

"I can't wait," Foxy smiles as he holds Otto's hand. "But I'm going to have to, I don't know if your parents will arrive"

"Oh Shiße.. I hope they don't come soon.." Otto got worried again "if they do come.. I'll stand up to them.."

"That's very sweet Otto, but i rather not have both of us arrested"

"Alright let's get dressed"

"I'm gonna go to the bow and see how everyone is doing at-" Foxy Looks at the clock "- 11:37 PM" He laughed as the began to get dress"

"I wouldn't mind walking you Foxy" Otto smiled as he slowly puts his briefs back on"

"Sounds good" after they got dressed, they began to head out and down the hallway towards the grand staircase. But Otto forgot something, and that was to close his sketchbook and hide it, and just as they left, Otto's parents walked into his room.

As Foxy and Otto made their way to the bow, they noticed how cold it was, it was very quiet too, the faint sound of the ship moving in the water was all that they could hear. It was a calm night, although not the clearest of conditions.

And then the were startled by the sound of 3 bells, the looked up at the crows nest to see what was going on.