A/N: Hey guys! Guess who's back? This is the Sequel to Redemption! So if you haven't read that, you'd better go to it or you won't know ANYTHING. Well, you'll probably understand what's going on but on other parts of the fanfic they'll be totally confusion and you'll just be sitting there thinking I'm a horrible inconsistent writer. Anywho! I know this isn't the fanfic I promised, but the Epic Hetalia AU is having minor difficulties being edited, so for the time being I'm posting this! I'm gonna let my editor take their time on editing the other fanfic, so in the meantime I'll be writing this. Truth be told, when starting it I didn't know how I was gonna draw this out. But then I decided to throw in some oc's into the mix and there ya go I've got a semi-planned out plot. I think. I dunno. Anywho, please enjoy this fanfic and thank you greatly for coming back to read the sequel!
A gentle hand ran through white locks, stirring the person they came with. Drowsy eyes opened to reveal a pair of red orbs, still not fully grasping reality. They blinked a couple of times before their owner glanced up and locked eyes with a pair of radiant green ones.
The albino let a warm smile curve up his lips and he rested his chin on the other male's chest. He took in a deep breath, sighing. "Morning."
He received a small hum in reply, the fingers running through his hair still continuing their gentle journey. The sweet feeling was threatening to lull him back to sleep despite the morning light angrily peeping through the windows.
"Have you been awake for long?" He mumbled, snuggling in closer to the other's warmth. He absentmindedly traced his fingers over the scars littering his lover's body. Each one had been earned in some kind of way, most of them involving sword fights.
When he received no response, the white haired male glanced up towards the other. His brows drew together in confusion when he was only met with a smile. However, just as the other man opened his mouth to speak, a blaring beep ripped through Gilbert's eardrums.
Gilbert jolted awake with a start, the alarm clock ripping him from his dreamland. He let out a soft groan, running his fingers through his hair and pouting. Another one of those dreams where he had been with the same man. But no matter how much he tried to remember, he could never recall the man's face. It always escaped his mind, no matter how much he longed to remember. The only thing that stayed burned in Gilbert's memory was those jewel eyes, practically burning with green fire.
"Turn off that bloody clock, would you?" Came a groan from above Gilbert.
The albino sighed, sliding off his bed and going to the alarm clock perched on his desk. He turned it off with a simple slap of the button, turning around to glance back at the bunk beds in the corner of the room.
His roommate, Arthur Kirkland, was a stuffy Brit who was on an exchange program from England. They had been roommates for only a week because of the new year, their first day of school starting tomorrow. Both were freshmen in university, Gilbert's major being Historical Battles with a minor in History. Arthur's major was Marine Biology and he also was minoring in History. Yet despite their common choice, Arthur and Gilbert had never met each other before. Though, that was to be expected since Arthur lived across the sea and Gilbert lived in Germany.
Still, despite them knowing each other for only a week, they had already fallen into a routine. Every morning Gilbert would wake up at the crack of dawn to go for a jog. It was a habitual thing that he picked up growing up; mainly because his family was a military family. Despite him being an early bird, Arthur, on the other hand, preferred to wake up at around 7-8 on his own accord.
Gilbert stretched, humming as he flexed his body and popped his back. He heard rustling behind him and turned around, regarding his roommate curiously. Arthur was laying on his side and watching Gilbert with a rather intense expression, one that sent heat pumping throughout Gilbert's body. He took a deep breath, clearing his throat in order to draw Arthur's attention.
The albino placed a hand on his hip, smirking at Arthur and raising a brow. "See something you like?" He purred.
Across the room, Arthur remained quiet for a while longer. He then blinked and let out a small grunt. "I'm just curious as to how you can convince yourself to wake up this early when you stay up till late at night fiddling around on that computer of yours."
Gilbert scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well excuse you, I happen to run an awesome blog that needs managing." True Gilbert did work on his blog, but that wasn't the only thing he had been using his computer for recently. He had been researching dreams and, on a side note, how not to get a boner when your hot roommate walks out of the bathroom in only a towel and telling you that he "simply forgot his clothes".
That's right, Gilbert was aware his dreams weren't normal. And what bothered him was that ever since he started sharing a room with Arthur, he had been having those dreams about the green-eyed man far more frequently. The first time Gilbert had those dreams was in junior high, which was a little odd since he had been dreaming of himself as an adult rather than a teenager. At first Gilbert had assumed they were simply a teenager's horny fantasy, seeing as how Gilbert had always known he was gay.
But as the dreams kept happening, some situations being steamy while others were mild and sweet, Gilbert began to realise that he couldn't remember the man's face no matter what he did. It wasn't till he met Arthur did he realise that the man in his dreams and Arthur shared the same intense eyes. Not to mention when Arthur pulled one of his looks that sent shivers up Gilbert's spine. He didn't understand his dreams and every reason the internet gave him sounded like utter bullshit. So, Gilbert just let his dreams continue.
"Are you going out running?"
"Yes, same as I always do every morning." Gilbert hummed, going to his drawer and pulling it open, taking out a pair of sweats and a tank top. He also opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of underwear, closing the furniture before turning to glance back at Arthur. The Brit was still staring at him, almost studying him like he did the first time they met.
Gilbert sighed through his nose, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being scrutinized. "Something you need?"
Arthur blinked and his eyes widened slightly as if he wasn't at all aware that he had been staring. His eyes flickered back up to Gilbert's before he hesitated. Then the blond pulled his covers back over his shoulder and turned so his back was to Gilbert.
"No, I'm fine. Go on and enjoy your run." He said, his tone dismissive.
"Uh-huh." Gilbert snorted, slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it on his bed. He then changed into his running clothes, taking his keys and stuffing them into his pocket. He also grabbed his IPod and his phone, placing them in the other pocket. Making sure to put his music device on shuffle and press play, he paused before putting in his headphones. "Well… Later."
He got a grunt in return and a lazy wave from the other. Gilbert rolled his eyes, put his headphones in, and exited the dorm room.
Gilbert returned from his jog around an hour and a half later, sweating, as expected. He couldn't wait to get in the shower and wash off the grime of his morning jog. It had been rather… Eventful. He had stopped to pet a cute dog and it had jumped on him in excitement. So he had fallen back into some mud, much to the dog owner's dismay. After assuring them that Gilbert was fine, he had continued along his jog.
On the way back, he had run along a lake and a few people on bikes had passed him. Gilbert had slipped on the gravel trying to get out of their way and had ended landing in the lake. Thankfully, by some miracle, his technology hadn't been damaged. So Gilbert had trudged back to the dorm, shivering like a new-born calf. His wet clothes had made him pretty cold and all Gilbert wanted to do now was take a hot shower and snuggle up in his blankets.
Though, he could think of a better way to warm himself up that involved him, his roommate, and any surface they could screw on. Gilbert stopped outside his room, smacking his forehead and internally scolding himself for those thoughts. Honestly, what was he thinking? Sure he was attracted to Arthur and had fantasized about him on more than one occasion in the shower, but that was it. He and Arthur only flirted every now and again, nothing that ever showed Arthur wanted to get in Gilbert's pants.
Sighing, he unlocked the room door and entered. "I'm home."
Arthur glanced up from where he sat, a mug of tea in hand and this morning's newspaper in the other. He sat at his desk, one leg crossed over the other as he leaned back in the wheeled chair casually. One thick brow rose and he wrinkled his nose slightly.
"You look awful. And you smell as if you've been in the sewers." The Brit remarked.
Gilbert rolled his eyes, taking his stuff from his pockets and placing them on his desk. "Thanks for being so observant. That'd be the mud mixed with the lake water making that smell." He remarked sarcastically.
Arthur's emerald eyes widened slightly, "You fell in a lake?"
The albino shrugged, relaying his morning jog to Arthur while grabbing a change of clothes. He had grabbed a pair of shorts and a simple t-shirt, simply wanting to feel comfortable and relax. Arthur hummed as Gilbert moved over towards the bathroom their room was so fortunate of having.
"Want me to put a pot of tea on for you?" Arthur offered, raising his own mug.
"Sure, why not." Gilbert hummed, entering the bathroom. He rarely drank tea, only having some when Arthur offered it. But even then he added a few cubes of sugar. And it wasn't because he thought the tea was too bitter, it was because Gilbert had a sweet tooth.
So that was why, after he had exited the shower clean and with his hair still dripping with water, he went to his desk and opened a drawer. Reaching in to his stash of sweets, he pulled out a heart shaped lollipop and closed the drawer. The albino retreated to his bed to enjoy the treat, leaning his back on the wall and humming as he ran his tongue over the candy.
Arthur entered the room a few minutes later, having gotten hot water from the small kitchen located on their floor. The kitchen was shared by everyone on their dorm floor, though not many people used it. Some didn't know how to cook and the fridge was a little creepy to use when science majors left their experiments in there. But Arthur used it to make tea and Gilbert used it when he felt like cooking for himself.
The green-eyed male stopped once he caught sight of Gilbert sucking on the lollipop. For a moment Gilbert thought he saw a hungry desire flash through Arthur's gaze, but it was quickly covered up with a cocky smirk. Arthur strolled overt to Gilbert at a slow, predatory pace. When he set Gilbert's mug of tea on the desk and continued on his path towards Gilbert, the albino felt his breath hitch.
Arthur stopped at the edge of Gilbert's bed, placing one knee on it and causing the bed to dip slightly. Gilbert's body stiffened in anticipation when Arthur reached out teasingly slow. His excitement was instantly shot up when Arthur's hand grabbed the sucker stick and pulled it from Gilbert's mouth.
He smirked, leaning close to Gilbert until their breaths were ghosting each other's face. And then Arthur opened his mouth and killed all of Gilbert's excitement like the fucking tease he was. "Candies like this will spoil your apatite if eaten before a meal."
And with that he leaned back and off Gilbert's bed. He smirked at the wide eyed stare he received and, just to rile Gilbert up more, put the half eaten lollipop in his own mouth. He then grinned, "What? You look as if you were expecting something."
Gilbert's face exploded in a hue of red and he growled, narrowing his eyes. "Bastard…"
Arthur merely hummed, chewing on the lollipop and pretending as if he hadn't aroused his roommate. Gilbert climbed off the bed and stomped to the door, glaring at him over his shoulder. "I'm going to go make breakfast, Dummkopf!"
Gilbert then left the room, slamming the door behind him angrily. Arthur chuckled, sitting back at his desk and leaning in his chair. He chewed on the candy's stick, his smile turning into a frown and he sighed, shaking his head.
"What am I doing?" He questioned, running a hand through his sandy blond locks. Arthur had just been about take the candy from Gilbert's mouth and replace it with something else. Something being his own mouth. Having seen Gilbert sitting on his bed in shorts, hair still damp, a sweet flowery smell wafting from him that was no doubt due to his shampoo, and his beautiful petal pink lips wrapped around that lollipop; oh how Arthur wanted to ravish him.
But he had managed to gain control of himself just in time before he made a mistake. The mistake wouldn't be fucking Gilbert's brains out, no way, that'd be a plus. But having his entire plan ruined, no, he couldn't have that. The moment he saw Gilbert, it was as if the universe had sent him a blessing. He couldn't ruin that now, this was too important.
Gilbert sighed, cooking his breakfast which consisted of simple scrambled eggs. He grumbled in German, trying hard not to think about his stupid roommate who enjoyed teasing him far too much.
"Oh, sorry! I didn't realise the kitchen was occupied."
Gilbert glanced up at the entrance to the kitchen, blinking at who he saw in the doorway. There was a black haired male in the doorway, his wavy hair reaching just past his jaw and curling at the ends slightly. He had on circular framed glasses and his eyes were a radiant blue with an icy tint to it. He had on a baggy turtle-neck and a pair of sweats. From this distance, Gilbert could easily tell that the male was taller than him.
The man pushed up his glasses, a book clenched tightly in his hands. Gilbert gave him a small, half-smile. "You don't really need to be so put off. This kitchen is used by everyone on this floor."
The black haired male stiffened slightly, adjusting his glasses. "A-ah! Right, right. That's right. I should've remembered. It's just, when I'm here, I don't really see people. Usually I'm the one who only uses the kitchen. Well, other than me and Arthur. But he only makes tea, he pretty much burns everything else."
Gilbert hummed, turning slightly to face him. "Oh, so you know Arthur? He's my roommate."
A shrug was the response he got, followed by more glasses fiddling. "Can't say I do. It's more like he and I share the kitchen, but not any words."
The albino hummed, brushing some of his bangs out of his face. "Ah… Well Arthur's like that. Won't talk to you unless he has a reason to. I'm Gilbert by the way, Gilbert Beilschmidt." He said, sticking out his hand in greeting.
Glancing up, the blue eyed male moved over to Gilbert, shaking his hand in a stiff, awkward manner. "Cetus, Cetus Mira."
Gilbert snorted, a brow raising. "Cetus? You mean like the constellation?"
"And the sea monster. My family has this tradition to name their kids after stars. Must be because our last name is Mira. Coincidentally, that's a star in the Cetus constellation." Cetus babbled, rolling his eyes slightly.
Gilbert giggled, smiling at him before glancing back at his cooking meal. "How interesting. Do you always spring that killer pick-up line when first meeting people?"
The albino didn't miss the way Cetus stiffened or a dark blush exploded across his lightly tanned skin. "P-pick-up line?! I-I assure you it's no such thing!" He stuttered, lowering his head and once again fiddling with his glassed.
The sound of Gilbert's rambunctious laughter caused Cetus to glance up, his brows creased in mild confusion. Gilbert grinned at him, waving a small hand in dismissal.
"Dude, I was only kidding. Don't flip out on me. I know it wasn't a pick-up line. No way something like that could be considered one. If you wanna flirt, you have to pick better ones." He smirked, winking at the blushing male.
This caused more sputtering from Cetus and he adjusted his glasses, clearing his throat. "W-well I assure you that won't happen. I don't know how to flirt."
"Really? That's hard to believe. How old are you? 21?" He looked to be around Gilbert's age, maybe a year older, maybe one younger.
Cetus' blush cooled down and he shifted his book to his other hand. "I'm 25."
Gilbert's eyes widened and he placed a hand on his hip, cocking his head to the side. "Wow, 25? So you're older than me! What's your major?"
This caused Cetus to once again glance away and fiddle with his glasses. Gilbert silently noted that his fiddling was possibly a nervous tick. Something he did when he felt nervous. Which meant that it was a frequent feeling for him if he'd developed this habit, how sad. But how he blushed when flustered was pretty cute. Though 25 and unsure of how to flirt? That surely was a lie, wasn't it?
"It's a little… Cliché…. With my name and all." He mumbled with a small shrug.
"Sometime cliché is nice." Gilbert hummed, putting his meal onto a plate.
Cetus paused before glancing back at Gilbert, then the floor, and back at Gilbert. "Astronomy. My major is… Astronomy."
Gilbert paused and began laughing once again, putting the pan in the sink and he then started to wash it. "Wow. You weren't lying about it being cliché."
The black-haired male shrugged, going to the fridge and opening it. He pulled out a jug of watermelon juice, setting it on the counter and taking a cup, pouring himself a glass.
"I'm all about clichés. My whole life is one." He shrugged, setting his book down and picking his cup up with both hands, sipping at his drink slowly.
The German hummed in response, taking a fork and digging into his simple meal. "Must get pretty boring. You should look for something to switch it up."
"…I am. I'm talking to someone who isn't a professor."
Gilbert glanced at him over his shoulder, surprised. "No way, you don't talk to anyone in your seminars? Not even to your friends?"
Cetus shrugged again, "It isn't easy for me to get along with people."
Gilbert hummed, finishing his meal and putting his plate in the sink, washing it as he talked. "Well that's no fun. You don't seem to be having so much trouble talking to me."
"That's a lie. I'm nervous as hell." He grunted, grimacing and fixing his glasses.
The albino couldn't help but laugh, grinning as he looked at Cetus over his shoulder. This guy was interesting, not to mention adorable. He made Gilbert laugh quite a bit, which was a plus.
Gilbert let out a happy hum, moving over to Cetus and patting his shoulder. "You're pretty cute. I wouldn't mind visiting the kitchen more often if you'd come out to talk." He chuckled with a wink.
Cetus stiffened and blushed again, glancing away and hunching his shoulders. He looked as if he was trying to hide behind his glass of juice. Even the tips of his ears turned a bright red and Gilbert couldn't help but think he was simply adorable.
"Please don't tease me like that. And I only come out into the kitchen when I have the time to cook." He mumbled, trying to hide his embarrassment by drinking from his cup.
Red eyes rolled and Gilbert placed a hand on his hip, "Alright, sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He hummed sincerely, giving the other a small smile.
Cetus shrugged, lowering his cup and staring down at the reddish-pink liquid. "It isn't that I'm uncomfortable, it's just you flirting with someone you've only just met is a little…"
From the way he trailed off, Gilbert could fill in the blank. He laughed, shaking his head. "I guess that can be a little much, huh? Well apologies, I won't flirt with you until we're more acquainted."
This caused a single dark brow to rise and Cetus to dawn a look of confusion and surprise. "What makes you think we'll be better acquainted? For all you know, this is the last time you talk to me."
Gilbert grinned, "That's where you're wrong. You make me laugh and I always enjoy a man who can do that. What's your room number? I might drop by every now and again to hang out!"
Cetus' look settled on surprise and a small smile twitched at the corners of his lips. "U-uh, room 17! I'm at the end of the hall. But I have a roommate, though he stays out of the dorms until its curfew most of the time."
Nodding, Gilbert chuckled and moved away, heading towards the entrance to the kitchen. "Well then I'll be sure to drop by. Later Cetus." He hummed, exiting the kitchen with a grin.
Cetus was adorable, in Gilbert's opinion. While he did have that nervous tick with his glasses, Gilbert wondered if anyone else noticed such a thing. If what the other said was true and that he had no friends, then Gilbert was probably the only one who noticed. That thought made the albino delighted.
He hummed happily, a small skip in his step. When he entered the room, Arthur was sitting at his own desk, writing in a leather-bound journal. He glanced up, noticing the happy expression on Gilbert's face.
"Why're you so happy? You just ate breakfast, didn't you?"
Gilbert sat on the edge of his bed, leaning back on his palms and swinging his legs. "Because I made a friend."
"Oh?" Came the response, the scribbling on the pages stopping momentarily before picking up again.
The albino shifted so he was lying on his back, his head tilted so he could look at Arthur upside down. "Yep. He frequently goes to the kitchen. He said you see him every now and again. Black hair, glasses, blue eyes, pretty tall."
Arthur paused, trying to recall who Gilbert was describing. When a face came to mind, it was only a glasses wearing lad whose shoulders slumped and he looked as if he hadn't been sleeping for years. Not to mention he always wore sweaters and sweats, even when the temperature was painful.
"Ah… Him? He keeps to himself more than anything. Can't say I talk to him. Though we share a cup of tea here and there, but not any words. Sometimes, if he makes more food than he can eat, he leaves leftovers for anyone who wants them." Arthur grunted, scribbling on the paper.
Gilbert pouted, "I wanna try his food."
This time Arthur stopped writing completely, setting his pencil down. He turned in his wheeled chair, regarding the albino with a brow raised in question. "Why?"
"Because, he seems like he makes good food. Plus he's cute."
"Cute?" Arthur repeated, his fingers twitching as he forced himself not to clench them.
Gilbert nodded, humming and smiling happily. "Yep! He blushes a lot and makes me laugh, which is a plus. Makes me wanna tease him more."
Arthur's shoulders stiffened and he turned in his chair, focusing back on his paper. "Ah, well… That's to be expected, he is a virgin."
The albino looked at the back of Arthur with a confused look. "How can ya tell?"
The Brit snorted, "Oh please, I can smell a virgin from a mile away. Years of experience."
"Oh? And what is that years of experience telling you about me?" Gilbert mocked with a grin.
He jumped slightly when Arthur stood up and turned to smirk at him, a predatory glint in his eye. Arthur stalked over to the bed and began to climb on. In response, Gilbert laid down flat on the bed and looked up at the Brit towering over him.
Arthur smirked down at him, a hand reaching up to cup Gilbert's cheek. The hand slid up to run his fingers through Gilbert's hair in a gentle and loving manner. His gaze softened completely and Gilbert was momentarily confused by the look Arthur was giving him. It was a look someone would give to their significant other… But the look was gone within a matter of seconds, Arthur's cocky smirk back.
He leaned down till his nose was brushing Gilbert's and he whispered softly. "That you're more of a virgin than the Virgin Mary."
Gilbert's eyes widened and his body stiffened. His eyes narrowed and he let out a challenging growl, missing the thrill in Arthur's eyes as he tackled him to the bed, sitting on his waist and gripping his shit in his hands.
"Yeah right! I've got far more experience than you do!" Gilbert snapped, narrowing his eyes.
Arthur cocked a thick brow, his hands settling on Gilbert's thighs. "Oh, is that so?" He questioned with a smirk, his thumbs rubbing small circles against his skin.
Gilbert jolted, a cold shiver of delight running up his spine and making him arch slightly. His cheeks turned red and he let his hands rest on Arthur's chest, smoothing out his shirt.
"S-sure… Lots of experience." He mumbled, pouting slightly as he realised how much of a compromising position they were in.
Arthur chuckled, a warm sound that sent head swelling throughout Gilbert's chest. "Is that so? Well then, care to share?"
Gilbert bit his bottom lip, quickly weighing his options. On one hand, he could say yes and do things that would no doubt lead to him sleeping with Arthur. Though the idea didn't sound bad, Gilbert was in fact lying when he said he had experience. Though he has had past relationships and had kissed before, never sex. He had yet to go that far.
And on the other hand, he could do something that prevented him from falling into Arthur's clutches. But the first option seemed much more appealing. After all, it wasn't like he didn't find Arthur attractive. Hell, he wouldn't mind Arthur being his first. But… That was wrong. If there was no feeling in it other than lust, then Gilbert refused to let it be his first time. There was no way he'd let himself be seen as easy, his pride wouldn't allow it.
"No," He snorted, taking his pillow and hitting Arthur in the face with it lightly. "I don't wanna share. My awesome skills would probably make you cry, and I don't wanna do that." He laughed, getting off of Arthur and strolling towards the door. Arthur quickly sat up, removing the pillow from his face and tossing it to a corner of the bed.
"And where are you going?" He demanded, scowling lightly.
Gilbert smirked at him, winking over his shoulder. "I'm heading to Cetus' room. I wanna get to know him. Don't feel too lonely while I'm gone." He purred, closing the door behind him.
Arthur was left in the room, his gaze darkening and his body tensing. His hand clenched the bedsheet tightly in his fist and he growled, grinding his teeth together.
"This isn't going as planned… Damn it, Gilbert. What are you doing?" He hissed to himself, running a hand through his hair. "What am I doing?" Arthur rested his back against the wall, closing his eyes and merely thinking.
The next day when school started, Gilbert was happy to find that Cetus and he shared a math class. Cetus was a wiz at math, solving equations as if they were child's play. That was to be expected since his major was Astronomy.
At first Cetus was nervous and a little put off when Gilbert took the empty seat next to him. Throughout the lesson he would fiddle with his glasses every now and again. But by the third day he was used to Gilbert being there, so he ended up leaving his glasses alone. It pleased Gilbert that he was making progress with the nervous giant.
As for his dorm life, it was a little awkward between him and Arthur, but after a while it mellowed out. Some days Arthur and he would miss each other, their schedules either early in the day or late at night. On days when Arthur wasn't in the room, Gilbert would go to Cetus' room and hang out with him there.
On a few occasions, Gilbert had seen Cetus' roommate. He looked to be a freshmen like Gilbert, but he was short enough to be a high schooler. His hair was short, dark red, and wavy, reaching a little past his ears. The guy had at least three piercings on one ear and two on the other. Gilbert also noted that he had two expressions, one being a blank expressionless face while the other was a scowl.
Apparently the guy was studying to be an informant of sorts. Either that or work for a company that deals with information of all kinds. Though, Gilbert was aware of his name being Croan Dawson. Whenever he was in the dorms at the same time as he or Cetus was, it was obvious the two did not talk at all. In fact, the entire atmosphere was awkward whenever Cetus and Croan were in the same room together.
Croan looked completely expressionless while Cetus would nervously fiddle with his glasses and wait for Croan to leave the room. After a week of seeing this, Gilbert figured it'd be better if he took Cetus out to get some fresh air. After all, being cooped up in his room and the classroom? That was no way to live!
"G-Gilbert, I really should be studying. I have a test coming up soon." Cetus stuttered, desperately trying to adjust his glasses as Gilbert dragged him from the school grounds.
"Who gives a test this early in the school year? Come oooon, Cetus! You're going to grow old staying in that room all day! This is just what we need. Let's go out somewhere!"
Cetus grimaced, "Can't we just go to the library or something? This really isn't my area of expertise."
Gilbert rolled his eyes, slowing his pace yet still keeping his hand clasped around Cetus'. "No way! Going to the library on a weekend is the lamest way to spend the day! We're going to go buy you contacts!"
"Huh?!" Cetus stiffened, looking at Gilbert with wide eyes.
The albino grinned at him, turning to the other and lifting up his hands to gently remove Cetus' glasses.
"Ja, contacts. You have really pretty eyes, it'd be a shame to cover them up. Plus, you'll draw more attention without these things. Don't you want to catch the eye of some girl?" Gilbert hummed, grinning up at Cetus.
The male squinted his eyes, pouting. "Well, hate to be a bringer of bad news, but I don't swing that way."
This caused Gilbert's eyes to widen, "No way, you're gay? How can ya tell, you don't exactly have experience in anything… Intimate."
Cetus frowned, pouting even more and looking slightly annoyed, though his squinting and pouting killed any intimidation he might have had. Apparently his eyesight was so bad he couldn't see Gilbert really well, even at this close of a distance.
"You don't need experience to know what you know. My eyes fallow guys, it's as simple as that." He huffed, "Now can I please have my glasses? I really can't see and it's beginning to bother me."
The albino handed over his glasses, waiting till they were on completely before he spoke. "Sorry, it's just I haven't met someone as innocent as you before. Well, someone your age. It's pretty interesting."
Cetus shrugged, walking across the street with Gilbert at his side. "It isn't like I wanted to be inexperienced. When I was a kid, I had one friend. Can't remember his name, but he was younger than me. I guess you can say he was my first crush, though I didn't know it at the time. But then I moved away and we lost contact. It was hard for me to make friends. And around my Junior High years, I finally realised I was gay. The school I was going to really hated gays and what not, so I was too afraid to make friends because I thought they'd figure out I was gay.
"That, plus my height wasn't so fun. I got made fun of for sprouting this tall in my last year of Junior High. Height just runs in my family, it isn't like I could help it. So I guess I got so used to not having friend that I never bothered to learn how to make relationships with people. So here I am, a 25 year old virgin with no friends." He finished with a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly.
Gilbert wrapped an arm around Cetus', drawing the attention of the shy giant. "Hey, don't go saying you have no friends when you have one right here!"
Blue eyes blinked wide and the black haired male gaped at Gilbert. "Eh? You're my friend?"
Gilbert rolled his eyes and snorted, grinning at the other. "Well duh! I don't exactly go out of my way to talk to just anyone! You should feel honoured to have such an awesome friend like me!"
The corner of Cetus' mouth lifted up into a grin and he let out a small giggle. "Thank you, Gilbert. I can't believe I finally have a friend."
The albino tossed his head back and cackled, "Well get used to it! After I get you outa your shell, you'll have guys practically begging to date you!" Gilbert paused and hummed, a sly smirk gracing his delicate lips. "So tell me… Just what is your type?"
"T-type!?" Cetus sputtered, cheeks instantly turning red.
As the two continued walking, they were unaware of a certain emerald eyed male watching them leave from the dorm window. Arthur growled, his hands crossed over his chest. With narrowed eyes he cursed silently to himself.
"Fuck…" He muttered under his breath.
Arthur was pulled from his brooding by a short knock at his door. A thick brow rose in curiosity as the Brit stood and moved to the door, opening it up. He looked down at the dark haired, short freshmen in front of him. Honestly, if this guy wasn't in his English class, Arthur wouldn't have been able to grasp that he was a freshman in collage.
"May I help you?"
"Your roommate is Gilbert, right?" Croan cut right to the chase, his brows furrowed in a light scowl.
Again Arthur's brow rose in question at the way Croan demanded a response. He leaned in the doorframe, wondering what trouble Gilbert had gotten into with the smaller male.
"Yes, what about him? Has he done something to provoke you?"
Once again Croan's response was quick and to the point. "He's hanging around my roommate too much for my liking."
This surprised Arthur; so he was Cetus' roommate? But then why would Croan care if Gilbert was around Cetus or not? "And why should it bother you? From my understanding, you and Cetus don't talk, correct?" He had paid attention to when Gilbert rambled about Cetus. Cetus' relationship with his roommate was one of the things Gilbert talked to Arthur about.
Croan's eyes widened a fraction before they narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah, so? I'm working on talking to him, but every time I try he looks too terrified."
Could be because your face always gives off the impression you'll beat the crap out of anyone who says the wrong thing. Arthur mused to himself. He let out a small chuckle anyways, smirking at the other.
"And why are you coming to me about this?"
"Cetus is mine." Croan huffed, glaring at Arthur. "I didn't spend the last 12 years trying to find him just to have your roommate snatch him away from me."
Arthur let out a small hum, keeping a calm façade on the outside while on the inside was a different story. He smirked internally, the Brit already forming a plan. Interesting… I could use this….
"Well you're in luck. I myself dislike how your roommate has been around Gilbert. I guess you can say our goals are the same. I want Gilbert, and you want Cetus."
Croan blinked, momentarily looking surprised before his scalding look was back. "Then what do you propose?"
Arthur chuckled darkly, smirking at the other. "What do you say we work together in order to get what we want?"
The red-headed male weighed his options before sticking his hand out to Arthur, a blank face replacing his earlier scowl. "Deal. I'll agree to work with you, but keep in mind I'm only doing this to get Cetus. I don't care what happens to you or Gilbert."
"How cruel, but I guess the same goes for me too. It's a pleasure to be working with you, Croan. I'm Arthur by the way, in case you didn't know." Arthur hummed, returning the handshake.
"Likewise." Came the response, Croan giving no indication if he heard the last bit or was simply ignoring it.
Arthur opened the door to the dorm room, gesturing for the other to come in. "Well then, shall we discuss a plan on how this shall work?"
Without responding, Croan walked past Arthur into the room. Though, Arthur supposed that was enough of a response. Nodding his head, Arthur followed the other into the room. Finally, his plan was going to be set in motion. He'd finally accomplish what he'd been seeking to do from the moment he had laid eyes on Gilbert. He was finally going to accomplish the task that had plagued him for years.
