AN: Okay, this is the first fic that I actually have any hope for, maybe too much, because, as you will see, I am posting this without having consulted a beta.

Anyone is free to beta this and leave helpful thoughts in the review sec- In fact, I'm begging you, PLEASE let me know how this could be improved. I mean, cripes! I'm not that good of a writer to begin with, and this is not my best work, so double suckiness.

*I just wrote this on an insane impulse, so it's rushed.

*I am not seeing the second movie until, HOPEFULLY, tomorrow.

*I speak some, not Language-Proffesor-Level Spanish, but some.

*I have some ideas as to where I want this story to go, (It was actually originally going to be a one-shot.) but nothing is yet for certain.

*A bunch of other things I have not thought of yet.

So, let thou beeth warnedeth, this story is not one to expect a great deal out of. This takes place 3 years after DM2 AND it is SLASH and SHOTA. That is, Vector(20)/Antonio(17) romance. ... Also, let it be known that I invented that. VECTONIO IS MINE! ... Jk, I'll bet someone else thought of it before me, but I'm just so proud!

Now, I don't know Antonio's accent too well yet, but the context and Gru's use of the letter "v" in place of "w" should help.

And now, without further adieu...

AN2: Sorry for the lateness! Computer troubles.

Okay, these are just edits to the first chapter with a smoother flow and changes to the story and setting. Plus, as I hoped, Saturday I got to see the awesomeness of DM2! Yaaay!

Please leave any suggestions you think of in the reviews!

Again, this story is not one to expect a great deal out of, though it should be far better than what I posted on a whim. This takes place 3 years after DM2 AND it is SLASH and SHOTA. That is, Vector(25)/Antonio(18) romance. I got off a wiki article that Vector is supposed to be 20 in the movie -For this fic, I'll let it slide.- and I'm assuming one year from the end of the first film to the end of the second and also another year for the 147 dates. ... Again, let it be known that I invented that shipping. VECTONIO IS MINE! :P But, in the end, no one besides me cares, so no worries.

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Mine.

Now, I still don't know Antonio's accent too well, and I can't rewatch the second film any time soon, so I'm just using what I know from the Latin heritage around me. But Gru's should be better -Apparently he doesn't use v's instead of w's.- if only a little strong at some points and maybe lacking in others 'cause I'm rewatching parts of DM1.

I didn't think this was nescessary, and I still don't, but just to be on the safe side-

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Despicable Me. ...except Vectonio. *w*

"Le's jes' hope ee's not Gru."

"I still can't believe we're doing this."

"I'll ged eet. ... Jez' 'ope ee'z nod Jeellee-" Gru said the latter more to himself but was cut off by a near heart attack when he looked through the peephole and was greeted by quite an ugly sight. "LUCY! GET D' FLAME T'ROWER!"

Vector and Antonio were still on the doorstep talking amongst themselves when they heard a pissed-off Gru demand his flame thrower. "I think I left my Wii on."

Antonio wrapped an arm around Vector's waist as the contact-wearing ex-villain turned to escape. "Noh, you deedn't, you biod'gradable-obsessed meneeac." He pulled the elder to him. "Now, ste poot. After oll, he'ss not a veellain enymore. He must be bluffing or just saying what's on hees mind. What harm cood he actually do?" reasoned Antonio, conveniently overlooking his incident on the dance floor at the Cinco de Mayo party.

"Please, Mom! Dad! Don't be too mean!" cried Agnes, now 9 but still full of innocent spirit, as she stood before the front door.

"Agnes, Sweety, I know you have a heart of gold and everything but VECDOR ALMOZ' KEELED YOU!"

"What about Antonio?" added a 14 year old, mentally 19, Margo helpfully.

"Gedding reed of d'e nuisance weel sev d'e hearts of meny, nod eencluding yoorz Margo. Besides, if he'z wid' Vecdor, who knows whad he's up doo?"

"Felonious," said Lucy as she roughly massaged her husband's shoulders in a calming gesture, "though I am royally furious at the idea of anyone hurting our angels in any way, I have to wonder what these two are doing showing up on the front door with no tricks. ...yet."

"Yeah? Well da' could -A liddle doo d'e lefd.- juz' be doo gain our truzd."

"C'mon, Gru!" put in Edith, now 10 and capable of severing a wolf's head with her bare hands. "I'll admit, those two jerks aren't on my list of people to be trusted, but they don't seem like the type of jerks that go evil without influence. Besides, they don't have any weaponry on them AT ALL. Not even a stick. Trust me," Edith changed from her casual clothing to her ninja gear in under a second, NO EXAGGERATION, and posed like the BAMF she was with her sword. "I would know."

"Weeell wha' d' ya know? No one's home. C'mon, Antonio, le-" as Vector grabbed Antonio's arm to go, the door opened slowly with a menacingly prolonged *creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek*.

"Hello~, Vecdor, Andonio. Blease, come een." Moving out of the way and holding the door for the boys he bowed low, his unoccupied arm stretched out towards the inside, presenting his home.

Antonio walked in, if a little shaky, and Vector, reluctantly accepting that he had no more excuses to leave, followed.

"Hola, Señor Gru."

"Yeah. H-hi, Gru."

"How heve you been?" asked Antonio.

"Oh-ho, mudge bedder d'un you are going doo be~"

"WHAT?!" cried Vector as he shot a horrified look towards Gru who seemed to be holding back the urge to dance as he walked gracefully past them to take the lead.

"Oh, nod'ing. Noood'ing ad oll. Heheh."

The "guests" were lead, surprisingly, into the living room.

... Where there were two... electric chairs.

AN: Okay, I'll admit, though this isn't my best work, this is the best I got for this story right now.

Thank you all for sticking with me up until this this point! XD ... *crickets* ... =(

AN2: Dear god this took a few hours but it felt like much longer. I was just typing and deleting repeatedly but I think I've got it for this chapter and I finally decided how the two are going to pay for their crimes, mwahaha. And don't let the chairs fool you, the boys will be fine. I don't know if I'll be able to update tomorrow but Thursday should definitely work. I hope this pleases you guys for now. Later!

PS: For those who appreciate the "court" scene with the lie detecting, the Lipstick Taser, the flame thrower, aaaand... -Oh! Yeah.- the few minions here and there that were completely unnoticable (Irony.), don't worry, I didn't cut it out, just moved it to a latter chapter.