Intro : I describe these characters as I see them. I am in no way trying to force my pairings onto you. For -wink- intense yaoi scenes I suggest the songs Bruises and Bitemarks or for the less intense, Sex and Candy. There are strip tease, sexual, violent, and mature scenes in this story. You have been warned.

Chapter 1 ~ The Coffee House

Francis Bonnefoy stepped into a small cobblestone building in downtown Paris. He came here nearly every morning, and the clerks knew him by name.

"Ah! Francis!" Cherilee, the coffee shop manager, called out. She ran up to the counter and reached across to give the blonde a hug. "The normal minty hazelnut frappucino I assume?"

"Oui, you know me better than je know myself, mon cherie." He gave his signature smirk and handed over 3 Euros. Cherilee smiled lightly and handed him his hot coffee. He thanked her and walked to his normal table, sitting down and pulling out his tablet, going over his notes.

Francis was a sophomore in culinary college. When he was younger he would always watch his grandfather cook, he was entranced by the motions of flipping pancakes, or stirring a rich cream soup. His favorite was when his grandfather would cook a pizza using the wood brick oven. He smiled at the thought. His finger slid up and down the tablet's screen as he highlighted important notes and read them.

Francis knew everyone that came into the coffee shop, so it surprised him when he heard a voice he didn't recognize.

"One black coffee with peppermint. Decaf." The coarse, heavy German accented voice came from an albino man standing at the counter.

"3 Euros sir." Cherilee held out the coffee. The assumed German handed her the money and walked over to the table Francis was at, and sat down.

Francis quickly averted his eyes back to his tablet, continuing to skim through his notes.

"Names Gilbert. Call me Gil." The albino rose his red eyes to meet the blonde's blue ones. "Come here often?"

Francis chuckled. "Francis. Everyday. Are you trying to flirt?" He smirked and took rose his coffee to his soft lips, taking a short sip before returning his eyes to the tablet.

The albino smirked. "Go on a date with me."

"Pardon moi?" Francis clicked off his tablet. "Vous don't even know me. And how do vous know that je am gay?"

"Lucky guess. Ja or nein?"

"Sure, je guess. Can't hurt. Vous German?"

"Prussian actually." Gil winked, his fluffy white hair falling over his eyes. "Nice to meet you Francis.."