I Kissed a Boy (1/?)

Pairings: Gilbert/Alfred (there will probably be others though I haven't fully figured out what they're going to be but this is the main pairing everything else will either be implied or be a lesser side pairings.)

Overall Fic Trigger Warnings: Rough language, violence and sexual assault/rape. (The later will be implied/mentioned but not actually appear in print.)

Chapter Fic Trigger Warnings: Violence and some mild sexual assault (forcing kisses on people who definitely do NOT want them).

Notes:

-This is a college AU so if that's not your thing I suggest you turn around now.

-This fic is inspired by the song "I Kissed a Boy" by Cobra Starship which is a cover version of Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl"

-The Trio are kind of dicks at the start of this fic. Gilbert in particular is in a not very good place and acts like it. I promise it's all part of his journey though.

-Since this is AU please assume that everyone in this fic is American unless other wise noted. They will still keep their canon personalities and such but I really don't want to sit down and try to figure out while all these people from different countries just happen to be attending the same university.

The three motorcycles could be heard long before they arrived. After they came to a roaring stop their riders put down their kickstands and took off their helmets almost completely in sync. One was dark, one was fair and one was pale. His red eyes glinted mischievously as he took in the bar in front of him. It was their third bar of the evening and looked to be the most promising. The line outside was long and and the music was pumping.

"This one's going to be fun," Antonio said with a grin.

"Hopefully there's actually a more good natured mark inside this one," Francis said with a little less excitement. He was sporting a split lip and a readily darkening eyes from the last bar they had checked out. The mark he'd taken on had been less then pleased and while it had been an over all entertaining encounter his face didn't think it was nearly so much fun.

"Come on you big baby," Gilbert said throwing his arm around Francis and pulling him towards the door. "You can sit this one out if you're worried about further damaging your precious mug."

"Unless he's really hot," Francis muttered. "We haven't had a really hot one in a while."

Gilbert made a soft agreeing noise. The pickings had been slim the last few weekends. The Frats in the surrounding schools were definitely loosing their touch when it came to recruiting lately. He lowered his arm and as a unit they strolled leisurely past the line waiting to get past the door. They received calls of irritation and anger from the boys and hungry looks from the girls. Antonio winked at one chesty blond and probably would have gone to chat her up if Gilbert hadn't reached out and tugged his shirt to stop him. Unfortunately for the lovely lady and her impressive rack her kind wasn't on the menu tonight.

Antonio did a sad faced bow which caused Francis to snort and Gilbert to roll his eyes heaven ward. These two always had his back and were always willing to go out and have some fun but sometimes they were more trouble then they worth. They came back into one strong entity as they were stopped by the bouncer who pinned them with an irritated glare of his own.

"Not tonight you three," he growled at them. "It's been crazy in there enough tonight without throwing you into the mix."

The three exchanged triumphant glances at each other. They definitely liked the sound of that. Francis raised his eyebrow in Gilbert's direction and Gilbert nodded back. Francis pulled out two crisp hundred dollar bills and passed them discretely towards the bouncer who instantly seemed to have a change of heart as the money touched his hand. He lifted the rope and nodded them through to a chorus of angry noises from the rest of the collected crowd.

Gilbert smirked, Antonio threw a salute and Francis blew them all a saucy kiss. As he passed the bouncer he was stopped short by a thick, meaty hand on the back of the shirt. The bouncer blew his horrible breath against his ear in a lame attempt at being threatening.

"I'm warning you Beilschmidt, If you get caught in there you don't know me and I don't know any of you."

Gilbert snorted and rolled his eyes. "Like I would ever admit to knowing the likes of you," he drawled back.

The bouncer's hand connected with his back and he was pushed the hard way through the doors. He coughed and took a moment to catch his breath making a mental note to never piss that guy off at least when he was by himself. Then he glanced up and smirked as he took in the milling crowd of the room. It was covered wall to wall by healthy young specimens.

"Looks like we hit the jackpot boys," Antonio said with a wave of his hand.

"Looks like," Gilbert said with a nod. "Let's do a circle of the room and then choose our mark. We don't want to make the same mistake we did at the last place. Francis' poor face couldn't handle another round of that."

Antonio snorted and smacked Francis on the back who glared at them. "I'm going to need a drink if I'm going to have to put up with the peanut gallery for the rest of the evening."

"A drink always sounds good," Gilbert agreed with a nod. "We'll have the best view of the room from there anyway."

They moved through the crowd. It parted easily for them as if sensing their superiority. There were no open stools at the bar but that didn't last long when they were faced with the strength of Antonio's puppy dog eyes, Gilbert's strength and Francis' messed up face. The three patrons moved on to better pastures. The bartender took one look at them and asked for their IDS. They handed them over easily. Only one of them was actually of legal age but they was no fear that their fake IDS would be caught. They were rock solid and had gotten them past many an eagle eye including a few cops.

Disgruntled the bartender handed them back and took their order. His anger and distrust seemed to evaporate when Gilbert asked for the best German beer they had in stock and Francis repeated the process asking for a glass of the most expensive red wine they had. Antonio kind of ruined the coolness factor by insisting on ordering a glass of sherry but they would be getting no more trouble from the bartender that evening. Drinks in hand and completely confident and at ease they turned on their stools, leaned against the bar and surveyed the room.

"By the pool table," Francis said rolling this hand lazily in that direction. "The mother lode."

Gilbert turned in that direction a wide toothy grin splitting his face open as he took in the sight. There they were the biggest, so called baddest frat on campus. They were holding court at the table and were chasing off anyone who so much as looked in its direction.

"Is that..." Gilbert said nodding at the tallest member of the group.

"Their illustrious president, so-called Big Man on Campus, and biggest all around jackass on the planet; Percy Green," Antonio supplied with a drawl.

"Now boys," Francis interjected quickly. "I understand the temptation but he is far too big a fish to fry even for us. Try for something a little further down the food chain. A lot less satisfying I know but a lot more likely to be successful. And remember how these Fratties work. You piss off one you piss off them all."

Gilbert huffed slightly but he knew Francis was telling the truth. He had a personal vendetta against ol' Percy but it would have to wait. This was neither the time or place to deal with that. But he would get his revenge eventually. Oh yes he would.

"Ooh baby," Spain chirped cheerfully. "They've got the Fresh Meat out with them tonight!"

That caught Gilbert's attention. He swiveled around on his stool and took in the sight. The pledges were dressed as they always were for these occasion. In tight tank tops, booty shorts, flip flops, and colorful bunny ears and tails. He snorted and turned back to his drink downing the rest of it in one go and motioned for a refill.

"Ooh..." Spain continued gleefully. "There's a nice Freshie, let's choose that one!"

"Come on guys," Gilbert snapped out through gritted teeth as he turned around. "We've talked about this Freshies are never on the men..."

He stopped short when he caught sight of who Antonio was pointing to. He felt himself tighten slightly at the sight of the kid panting and struggling to keep up with the orders he was being given left and right. He watched as the kid passed by Percy and earned a hard smack on the ass for getting in the older student's way. He didn't even have to think twice before the next words were out of his mouth.

"He's mine," he said downing the second beer in two gulps and sliding off the chair.

"Ah yes," Francis drawled throwing a hand around Gilbert's shoulder. "He is rather your type isn't he?"

Gilbert gave the pledge another once over as he shrugged Francis' arm off from his shoulder. Messy blond hair, glasses, flushed cheeks, a bit of pudge around the middle and legs that went on for days. Yeah this one was definitely Gilbert's type.

"But what about the rule, Gil," Antonio drawled playfully throwing his own arm around Gilbert's shoulder. "The one about the Freshies never being on the menu?"

Gilbert grunted at him and threw that arm off as well. This was wrong and he was playing a dangerous game but he couldn't resist the siren call of the boy in front of him.

"I'll be back in a few," he said. "Be ready to run out of here because it's going to be one hell of a show when I'm through."

"Don't you want backup?" Francis asked turning serious. "There's an awful lot of them."

"I'll be fine," Gilbert reassured them. "I've dealt with it all before. Besides you all being there will just draw suspicion and spook the Freshie."

"You're call Gil," Antonio answered. "But we'll be on stand by if it's needed."

Gilbert nodded. He paused to take a swallow of Francis' wine. For once Francis didn't argue. He'd probably just be ordering another when Gilbert left. He ran his hand through his hair and unbuttoned another button on his shirt. Then he headed off towards the pool table.

If he had known then chain of events that he was setting in motion he might have stopped dead in his tracks and turned and left the bar altogether.

Then again he probably would have just kept on walking forward.

TBC