"Are you sure you'll act just like Juliet?" Curio asked.
"Yes, now flirt with me, I'll react how Juliet would." Francisco said.
"Uh, okay?" Curio stuttered unsurely. "Hi, Juliet. You look pretty today." Curio stuttered stupidly.
"Really? I do?" Francisco asked, still pretending even though his heart ached.
"Yeah, you're really pretty, Juliet." Curio said, taking Francisco by the hips, his mind seeing him as Juliet.
"Curio, can I trust you?" Francisco asked. This was moving far beyond acting, it was scaring Francisco.
"Just trust me." Curio said, pushing him down on the bed so his back layed flat against the blankets, his head on the pillows. Francisco felt his breathing get faster as Curio pulled his shirt off. The scars that littered Curio's skin made him fear that Curio would hurt him.
"Curio, don't hurt me." Francisco whispered.
"I won't, Dear." Curio whispered. Curio threw his shirt away and pulled off Francisco's own, making Francisco blush a deep scarlet and he gave a yelp as Curio held his hips again and pulled him into a deep kiss, Francisco opening his mouth for Curio to enter it. He was willing. This was real, but it felt like a dream to Francisco. This was his best dream and his worst nightmare at once, Francisco was kissing him but Curio was imagining him as Juliet. Francisco gave a gasp as he felt Curio squeeze he behind. He felt his body get hot and whimpered, reaching down to play with Curio's pants so he could pushed them down just enough to grab his cock and tug it gently. Curio grunted above him, threading a hand in his long hair and yanked it up so their lips met and Francisco felt pain race through his head, that pain not doing anything to his lust, but it did make him feel insecure with Curio about to take him as his first lover. Francisco felt Curio yank off his pants and he kicked them off, arms wrapping around Curio's neck as Curio rubbed his erection against Francisco's own.
"Oh, Curio please! Please, I need you inside me!" Francisco whimpered, fingers gently tangling into Curio's hair. Curio didn't waste a second, he thrusted up into Francisco's wet folds. Francisco gave a pained cry, fingers scratching at Curio's scalp. "Too big, Curio! Stop!" Francisco whimpered. Curio stopped moving and pressed a gentle kiss to Francisco's lips. Francisco slowly started relaxing around Curio and his breathing slowed down a little from its pained level of hyperventilation and went down to a pleasured level of panting. "Oh, Curio! You're so big! Move, please! Make me yours!" Francisco panted out. Curio pulled some of the way out then pushed back in. Francisco broke into moans and cries of pleasure, nails scratching a path down Curio's neck to grasp at his shoulders desperately. "Oh! Oh! Curio! Harder! Please! Claim me yours!" Francisco begged. Curio grunted and gripped his hips tighter, hands grabbing onto Francisco's ass and squeezing it hard. Francisco felt the building pleasure threaten to reach its peak and pulled Curio down for a desperate kiss and gave a muffled cry as he came clamping down of Francisco as he came inside him, white come coating his insides as white covered their stomachs. Francisco collapsed onto the bed exhaustedly. Then he realized what Curio had said when he came. He called Juliet's name. Tears ran down his face. He just let Curio take his virginity and he had been pretending that this was nothing. It meant something to Francisco, he still loved Curio. Curio pulled out of him and Francisco turned away from him, holding onto his own pillow and yanking his blanket up over his body. Curio looked over at him. What did he do wrong? They'd been acting it out, right? But he soon heard heard cries coming from Francisco as his body started shaking.
"Francisco?" Curio asked.
"Oh, so now you can say my name and you can't when you take away my purity?" Francisco asked. Curio froze, he did that to Francisco, to best friend.
"This was your first time?" Curio asked.
"It doesn't matter! Leave me be! Go away!" Francisco snapped. Curio gathered his pants and pulled them on, going to lay on the couch and Francisco turned away from him again. He watched him fall asleep, still shaking and crying. He got up and gently covered Francisco with the blankets, slipping in with him and put his arm over Francisco's waist, holding him there. If this was a one night stand, then he would stay with Francisco as long as he could. After all, Francisco was pretty cute when he was asleep, his mouth open and his face peaceful as he made no noise besides his breathing for once. He was so beautiful and sweet. Curio couldn't believe he had said that vixen's name instead of the name of his love. Especially when he had known that this would all be forgotten at sunrise and left as a thing that had never happened. And Francisco did abide by his side of their bargain and didn't tell anyone, but he got sick a couple of months after, and by the time they were taking Juliet to Mantua, it was four months after their one night stand and Francisco knew he was pregnant, but he refused to tell Curio of it. He didn't want to stop Curio from Juliet, even though she desperately wanted her forbidden love with Romeo. He preoccupied himself with Tybalt, telling Tybalt of his pregnancy and Tybalt helped him while he got sick every morning.