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"It's extremely rare for him to be out this late," Gregory told himself
. "I wonder if anything happened to him"
It had been hours ago that the Mole was supposed to return, Gregory had tried to keep composer but as the minutes ticked by, his cool was diminishing.
It was then that a large cracking noise broke free in the house, causing the blonde to jump. "Fucking beetches." Gregory sighed a breath of relief. Mole was home.
"Keep thees goddamn door unlocked Gregory!" the Mole spat as he entered the room.
"Missed you too," the blond stated with a hint of defiance. "Did you bring the costumes I told you about?" "And what happened? Why were you out so terribly late? Did something happen? Are you okay?"
He was asking these questions back-to-back without even stopping to take a breath, looking up at the Mole expectantly.
Mole's eyes widened for a moment before he smirked. "I deednt know you'd be so worried," the brunet invaded Gregory's space until their noses were almost touching, "love."
Something inside of the shorter teen seemed to break. He felt his heart speed up and his palms get sweaty. "Don't mess around with me."
Gregory knew Christophe liked to tease him, and every time the blonde tried to make a move, the Mole would only tell him to stop thinking with his dick.
Which is exactly what he felt like doing at that moment, forget about everything, lean forward, and kiss the French boy who was currently taunting him.
Maybe this time he would get lucky. So he tilted his head to the side and was about to make their lips touch when said bastard, stepped back.
Gregory then stumbled forward from the lack of support.
He shot him a glare and was rewarded with one of the brunet's ever infamous smirk. "Stop zinking with your deeck."
Gregory was seriously going to hurt him one of these days.
He sighed, "Whatever. Did you get the costumes for the party or what?"
The Mole's arrogant expression vanished "why do you want to go to that douche's party anyways?"
Gregory looked up at the taller man. "...what?"
The Mole looked away.
"Eer'" he handed Gregory the package, which Gregory promptly set back on the floor a moment later.
"What did you mean?" Gregory knew a lot about Mole. Hell, Gregory knew everything about Mole. And never before was he questioned about something like one of his trivial missions.
And if his eyes didn't deceive him...there was a slight blush on the brunettes face! Ha! He knew it! It wasn't just teasing after all!
Knowing full well he could get his ass kicked from the next comment, Gregory said in a light joking tone, "Awww! Is wittle Christophe embarrassed?"
The blond took the chance and pinched both of the Mole's cheeks. Laughing at the other's stunned face; he poked the brunette's nose before speaking again.
"What's this? You aren't denying anything!"
The Mole's eyes went from surprise to anger in 2 pint 5 seconds.
Oh. shit.
The brunette pounced the smaller teen, pushing both of them to ground and straddling his hips.
"What deed you just say beetch?!" Gregory was half amused and half scared for his life.
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Christophe continued to describe the gruesome way he was going to dispose of him as Gregory became more and more aware of the situation.
"mole." his calming voice went unnoticed.
"And then ill beat your face in with my shoveel" Gregory tried to move but the the moles weight on top of him made it near impossible.
"mole." still no sign that he was listening.
"Theen ill bury you six feet under' so zat no one can find--" the infuriated brunette made a sudden halt when he felt a soft hand cupping his cheek.
"Mole..." he whispered.
The taller male leaned off the boy a little, not wanting to hurt him, and wanting to hear what he was saying.
"I'm sorry. But I can't hold it in any longer." before any sort of questions could commence Gregory had placed a kiss upon the mercenary's lips.
And again, for the second time within three minutes, the Mole was shocked.
He didn't respond, but could vaguely feel Gregory getting a little more into it. He could slightly comprehend the sucking on his bottom lip, the tongue tracing the outline of his lips, and the hands gripping into his hair.
Mentally sighing and giving in, he responded by moving his mouth a tiny bit.
The boy underneath him smiled and tried to get even more out of him.
Apparently the Mole didn't want to be anymore submissive than absolutely necessary because he bit Gregory's top lip, almost drawing a tangy substance called blood, and slipped his tongue into the other boy's mouth.
The blonde let out a slight moan. He knew he had him hooked. Gregory pulled back, leaning on his elbows until Mole moved off.
He took a deep breath in, preparing for what he was going to say.
"Mole." the brunette's attention snapped back from his tingling lips to the face of his friend. "I don't know what's been happening. But I...I love you. More than just a friend and I'm not sure how you feel, but after so much teasing one can only assume..."
He was cut off by the Mole placing his cold hand over his mouth. "You say I am ze tease?" he let out a low chuckle. "I don't zink you realize just how much I've wanted to jump you zees' past years..."with that he began sucking on the spot between his jaw and bottom of his ear.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa; is this not convenient? We could have been doing this years ago!" thought the shorter of the two.
He was brought abruptly out of his monologue by a sharp pain in the juncture of his neck. "Ung- what was that for?" he asked, wondering why he also got a tinge of pleasure from the bite.
"You vere going off into ze space," he licked the spot where he had bitten. "Now pay attention!"
the blonde grinned and wrapped his arms around the moles neck as he felt rough fingers circle his slender hips.
"Now...where were we Mon Cheri?"
Gregory quickly realized where this was going to lead; he saw the predatory look in the boy's eyes.
"M-Mole...should we really...I mean..." it wasn't hard to tell that the smaller teen was scared.
Christophe felt a pang in his heart. This boy had just told him how he'd felt all these years, and all he wanted to do was get in his pants?
Mole felt like a dick. Did he even feel the same way about Gregory?
He looked down at the boy below him. Sprawled across the floor, blonde hair falling across his face, lips swollen and a blush trailing along his pale cheeks.
The mole knew he wanted Gregory. But did he love him back?
"Awww, crap. We manage to make this one of the most awkward situations possible," Gregory thought.
It'd been five minutes and they were still in the same position. Christophe looked so deep in his thoughts that he looked as if he were dead with his eyes open; Gregory was just lying on his back, staring at the other, wondering how he could get out of this.
"Ugh, we just confessed, this is going to be quite awkward."
"C-Christophe...?" Mole snapped his head back to the blonde under him. just looking at him made is heart race.
He didn't want Gregory to get hurt, this much he knew. yes. he understood now, he did, indeed, love Gregory.
Christophe stared down at the boy and breathed out in almost a whisper. "I love you."
then placed a gentle, soft, love filled kiss upon Gregory's pink lips. It was a slow, sweet kiss that seemed to have no intention of ending.
But when they finally did break apart, they looked at each other and smirked. "Well, this is all fine and dandy, but what are we going to do now?" the blonde asked with sincere curiosity.
the Mole sighed. "well...eef you were up to eet..." he began licking the shell of Gregory's ear.
"Uhn!" Gregory moaned, not really surprised at that answer. Who knew that the Mole could be that perverted?
"Well, okay, but can we go somewhere else? My back is in a rather painful disposition," the blonde wasn't lying about that. He'd been on his back for about 15 minutes now, plus the initial impact of the hard floor, and the pressure of the body on top of him.
The mercenary gave a curt nod. Then without warning threw the blonde boy over his shoulder and walked back to his bedroom.
Throwing him on the satin sheets. "Is zis better?" the Mole asked, a slight smirk on his face, as he got up on the bed.
The brunette then proceeded in crawling over to Gregory and aligning their bodies. Smirking, he leaned in for yet another kiss, not as demanding as the first, but more passionate than the latter.
"y-yes" Gregory managed to squeak.
His eyes fluttered shut as he felt the Moles soft lips part slightly, slipping his wet tongue inside and gently massaging his own.
He reached up and put his arms around the taller boy's neck by instinct, kneading his hands in his hair, and pulling him closer.
the mercenary could feel the bulge in his pants demand to be known. Gregory quickly realized this and pulled away for a moment.
"Well well well..." the blonde somehow managed to push Mole back onto the bed and climb on top of him.
His pink tongue tracing the outline of his jaw and down his neck, leaving love bites all the way.
"I'd say someone needs a little attention in certain place..." Gregory began unbuttoning Christophe's green shirt.
Then running his fingers and lips across his toned chest. His chest was pretty scratched up, a bruise every few inches and some long scars from previous missions.
He licked up one particular scar, making the boy, whom one minute ago seemed to be dominating things, shiver. "Where ze hell did zat come from?" the Mole asked, obviously a little shaken from the boy, who was supposed to be innocent, jump him.
"Wait, don't answer zat, just continue." Gregory complied and started nipping, biting, licking, and touching whatever he could.
the Mole let out a loud moan, arching his back off the bed and one of Gregory's hands moved its way down to the front of his pants and gripped his hard erection, this in turn, only making him harder.
"Aaaahh! Gregory!" the blonde let his tongue slide down the front of his mercenary's chest and toy with the nipples as his hand continued to grope Christophe.
His head slowly made its way down until he reached Moles belt.
Damn pesky things. Belts should be outlawed, in Gregory's opinion.
But within a few seconds he had it unbuckled and tossed to the side, then continued his work. Pushing the zipper down and playing with the loops for a moment.
"G-Gregory...!" the mole wouldn't be able to take much more, he needed release soon.
"hhmm?" he asked looking up with an innocent mask on his face, stopping all of his movements.
Ze Mole was slightly pissed that the other had stopped, but managed to grumble out something that sounded like a nevermind.
With that, the shorter boy continued on again. He pulled down the pants slower than imaginable, still playing with the other's chest.
After what felt like hours, he had Mole's pants down to his knees, his black boxers were still all the way on though, and he could see the very prominent bulge in them.
Gregory used the same tactic again for the removal of the boxers, using every ounce of will he had not to shove them down. Once the boxers were gone, he leaned over and latched his mouth to the Mole's member.
The mole let out a yelp as he felt Gregory's hot cavern engulf him completely. His head bobbing down and sucking greatly, leaving Christophe to clutch onto the black, satin sheets as he felt himself go crazy with desire.
"ahh Gregory! ungh!" the blonde kept his speed up, his tongue swirling around the throbbing member.
Gregory held his hand and the base of his cock at just the right pressure, pumping what he couldn't fit into his mouth all the way. Gregory's tongue toyed with the small slit for a moment before pinching down at the base and lathering moles cock with his saliva as he continued on.
the closer Mole got, the faster and harder Gregory sucked. just as he came, a string of loud French curses were uttered. the blonde removed his mouth with a pop.
swallowing everything that came into his mouth, then capturing the moles lips, just so he could taste himself.
The Mole then flipped Gregory around so their positions were switched again, not breaking the lip contact. His fingers were frantically trying to find the buttons on his shirt so he could undo them.
Pulling away for a breath of air, he noticed that Gregory was trying to suppress his chuckle.
"What iz it?" Christophe asked impatiently.
"Where'd your composure go? You've been playing around for years and now you just go off, it's all rather," there was a short pause where Gregory snickered, "ironic"
"Listen, could we pleeze talk about zis later?" He was about to lean in again and start working on his pants when he felt a rush of air and a loss of heat.
"Oh, look at the time," came a voice from behind him. He looked around to see a smug looking Gregory smiling widely at him,
"it seems we've been so busy, we're going to be late. So hurry up, "he walked closer to him and poked his nose before whispering "love" and ran out of the room to grab the costumes.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, you goddamn teaze!" Christophe screamed after him, feeling a huge sense of déjà vu, sitting up and quickly finding all of his clothes