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Chapter 2

Gilbert let out an irritated sigh, his glowing crimson eyes rolling as he listened to the sound of Francis' bed creaking and the screams and moans that accompanied it. It had been ten years since they all became vampires, and now Gilbert, Antonio and Francis had become bored with their pitiful excuse of a life. Francis and Antonio often fucked each other to pass the time, which left Gilbert sitting downstairs, wishing they weren't so damn loud.

He knew that Francis did not hold any real love for Antonio, but the stupid Spaniard was still completely smitten by Francis after all these years. The Frenchman obviously used that to his advantage by fucking Antonio, and even getting Antonio to fuck him every once in a while. Gilbert was more than pissed off by it, wishing he had someone to pass the time with.

Eventually the screams stopped, and there was the sound of thudding about upstairs before Antonio came shuffling into the kitchen, his hair a mess and a stupid grin on his face. Gilbert could tell from this that Francis had let Antonio top, as the Spaniard looked very pleased with himself.

Francis soon came downstairs as well, his hair perfect and he was fully clothed, whereas Antonio was only wearing a dressing gown. Antonio beamed at him, and Francis gave a small smirk.

"Did you have fun?" Gilbert asked sarcastically, a scowl on his features.

Francis grinned, coming over and perching on Gilbert's lap, playing with his hair. "Aw, did you feel left out, mon cher?" his purring voice was something that Gilbert had gotten used to, as Francis was incredibly flirtatious and willing to sleep with anyone nowadays, though Gilbert had not given in yet.

"Fuck off." He replied grumpily, ignoring the kisses that Francis placed along his jaw but not pushing him away.

Antonio watched, the jealousy evident in his olive eyes as he knew how flirtatious Francis was, but he liked to pretend he could have the Frenchman all to himself.

"Hmm, maybe we need to get someone for you…" Francis mused, straddling Gilbert's lap and brushing their lips.

Antonio perked up at this, hoping that if Gilbert had someone, Francis would come back to him.

Gilbert rolled his eyes, though again he did not discourage Francis' affection. "Anyone I get would only be for the night…not many people would be willing to stay once I casually mention my blood-sucking habits."

Francis tutted at Gilbert's snarky tone, humming to himself as he purposefully moved closer on his lap, making Gilbert grunt softly as Francis was teasing his crotch. "Well, you can always turn them~"

Gilbert paused, before his expression darkened and he shoved Francis away, making the blonde Frenchman stumble backwards into the table.

"I would ever subject an innocent person to this shitty life!"

Francis glared at him, not liking to be rejected. Antonio moved to comfort Francis, but the Frenchman straightened up. "Well, fuck you then."

Francis left the room, as the vampire part of him made his temper a lot shorter than it used to be. Antonio hesitated, looking at Gilbert, before following after Francis.

Gilbert sighed, and after a few minutes when he heard the moans of Francis taking out his frustrations by fucking Antonio, he finally snapped. He stood, grabbing his coat and leaving the house, stalking off into the night.

If only for one night, Gilbert was determined not to be alone.

XxX

The albino man was getting frustrated. He had hovered in every bar and nightclub in the vicinity and he had not found a single person he liked. Of course, he had had many offers, and he had fucked a great deal of them, but it was not satisfying him.

Gilbert realised that he not only wanted sex, he wanted a companion. He wanted someone to love and care about him, but he knew that was a long-shot, especially considering the small detail that he was undead.

He left the final nightclub, as it was now the early hours of the morning and a lot of people were heading home drunkenly. He had almost given up for the evening when his crimson eyes settled on a blonde boy, perhaps seventeen, walking home. He was dressed in a plain, white shirt and black trousers, and he did not look like he had come from a bar. He did look tired though, and as he walked home Gilbert could not resist following him.

The boy had violet eyes, from what Gilbert could see, and he was listening to his music through some small white earphones. With Gilbert's acute hearing, he could easily hear the music as well, and he smirked as he noticed how the boy was discreetly but deliberately walking to the beat.

He licked his lips slightly as he noticed that the boy had quite a hot body, as his ass seemed firm and nicely-shaped, and Gilbert wanted to grope it. His arms and legs looked relatively muscular, but he still looked scrawny enough.

Gilbert smirked, as he suspected that the boy would be half a head shorter than him, at least, and he imagined what it would be like to fuck him.

That was the problem with vampires, it was all about lust. But Gilbert couldn't help it.

As he was debating how to approach the boy, he noticed another guy following him, and he growled softly. He quickened his pace, seeing the boy turn into an alley and that was when the other guy closed in. Gilbert heard a yelp and a muffled cry, and he sprinted into the alley.

There was the boy he had been following, pinning against the wall while the other guy was getting his dirty hands all over him. Gilbert growled again, his eyes glowing blood-red as he wrenched the man off of the blonde boy, punching him hard in the face. The man let out a groan of surprise and pain, and Gilbert held him so tightly that he heard a snap in both of the man's arms, making him howl in pain. The vampire grinned, growling.

"Fuck off, understand?"

The man nodded, whimpering and when Gilbert let him go he fled down the alley like a coward.

Gilbert smirked, relishing in how awesome that was, before he turned his attention back to the boy. The blonde boy had seen the whole thing, and he now trembled, his violet eyes wide with fear.

The albino softened, extending a hand to him. "Are you alright?" The boy noticed his heavy German accent, but he trembled even more. "Hey, it's okay…I'm not gonna hurt you…"

The blonde boy let out a soft whimper, and Gilbert realised he was in shock. He stepped towards him, taking off his coat and wrapping it around the boy. But when Gilbert touched him, the boy seemed to collapse, falling forward into his arms in a faint.

Gilbert sighed. The boy was so cute, and it was to expected, but now he couldn't flirt with him. Shrugging slightly, he lifted the blonde boy into his arms, carrying him back home.

XxX

"Where did you find him?" Francis purred, eyeing the boy on the sofa. He was clearly attracted to him, and both Antonio and Gilbert bristled.

The albino vampire growled, sitting next to the still unconscious boy. "None of your business. And neither of you are to come near him, understand?"

Francis laughed lightly. "Oh my, so possessive~ Why won't you share?"

"Get your own." Gilbert snapped, gently pulling the boy into his lap protectively.

Antonio pouted at this. "you don't need to, Francis. You have me, amore~"

Francis only rolled his eyes, sending Antonio a look of annoyance.

Gilbert stood, holding the boy in his arms. "I'm keeping him in my room. I swear if either of you come near him – "

He left the unfinished threat hanging in the air, carrying the blonde boy upstairs to his bedroom and laying him gently down on the bed. It was almost morning, and Gilbert was tired, but he did not want to scare the boy by sleeping next to him. So, the albino stayed awake in the armchair next to the bed, even when Francis and Antonio had gone to sleep for the day.

XxX

The blonde boy slowly began to stir in the early evening. It would be dark in a few hours, and Gilbert was dozing in the armchair, having been up all day when he should have been sleeping instead. The blonde boy opened his eyes slowly, looking around him dazedly, before sitting up with a jolt as he had no idea where he was. His sudden action startled Gilbert awake, and he blinked, before seeing the boy and smiling.

"You're awake."

The boy flinched, and Gilbert realised that it was because the boy had not noticed him in the room as well.

"W-Where am I?" The boy's voice was soft and trembling, and Gilbert's expression softened as he guessed that the boy was scared shitless.

"Hey – it's okay." The albino smiled slightly, but not wide enough to show his fangs. "I chased away the guy who tried to molest you last night, and you fainted. So I brought you back to my house…"

The boy had drawn his knees up to his chest, hugging them insecurely, and Gilbert fought his urge to hold the boy.

"What's your name?" The vampire asked gently, a small smile on his features which he hoped would relax the boy. When the boy only stared at him with wary, violet eyes, Gilbert smiled again. "My name's Gilbert – but you can call me Gil."

At this new information, the boy seemed a little more willing to open up, and he whispered. "…M-Matthew…I'm Matthew…"

Gilbert smiled at this, as the way that Matthew was trembling was so cute. He was even more attractive now that Gilbert could see him up close, and the albino was already trying to plan how to make him his human.

"Can I call you 'Mattie'?" Gilbert asked, smirking slightly.

Matthew blushed but shook his head almost imperceptibly. "O-Only my brother calls m-me that…"

A brother?

Gilbert inwardly groaned as he knew he couldn't just whisk Matthew away now. He would have to deal with that brother of his first. He tilted his head, seeing how Matthew seemed so trapped and flighty, reminding him of a bird…

"How about 'Birdie'?"

Matthew blinked at this. "Birdie?" he repeated, his brows furrowing cutely as he was confused.

"Well – yeah. I like birds, I think they're cute. And I think you're cute too~" Gilbert grinned, and he felt a wave of triumph as he saw Matthew's blush deepen.

"W-Well…I guess that's okay…." Matthew relented, his voice still barely more than a whisper, but with Gilbert's acute hearing he had no trouble understanding him.

Gilbert's grin widened, and Matthew couldn't help noticing how attractive the albino man was. His crimson eyes bored harshly into Matthew's submissive violet orbs, and his pale skin gave for a striking but sexy contrast. Matthew caught himself staring at Gilbert and his face went even more red, giving away the kind of thoughts he had been having.

"Awesome!" Gilbert declared, grinning still as he had noticed how their gaze met for a moment and Matthew didn't instantly look away.

Matthew smiled a little at this, but then he blushed darkly again as his stomach growled, reminding the blonde boy that he had not eaten anything the whole day.

Gilbert blinked, but then he gave a smile. Despite being vampires, they did have human food in the house, as Francis liked to cook when he was bored, and Gilbert often munched on human food from time to time. It did him no good but it didn't exactly harm him either. "Come on, let's get you something to eat."

He stood up, groaning and stretching as sleeping in the armchair had made his back throb in protest, but then he offered a hand to Matthew. The blonde boy gently slid out of bed, pulling on his red hoodie which Gilbert had taken off him while he was unconscious, before taking the albino vampire's hand. He noticed how cool Gilbert's skin felt, but he just assumed that his own hands were very warm due to being under a duvet for a while.

Gilbert smiled, their eyes locking for a moment and Matthew felt a shiver down his spine as to him, Gilbert's eyes were almost glowing. But he knew that was ridiculous, and he felt a faint blush spread across his cheeks, making him look away quickly. Gilbert grinned, already addicted to seeing Matthew's violet eyes and his forever-cute blush.

The two of them made their way downstairs, Gilbert holding Matthew's hand and keeping close to him, wary of the other two vampires. As they entered the kitchen, Gilbert pulled a face.

"For fuck's sake…"

Antonio was sat at the kitchen table, engaged in a heated kiss with Francis, who was sat on his lap. The two could never seem to stop fucking around with each other. As soon as Matthew stepped into the kitchen with Gilbert, Francis pulled away from Antonio, his cerulean gaze instantly landing on Matthew. The blonde boy blushed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as there was something about the Frenchman that made him uneasy. He subconsciously squeezed Gilbert's hand, and the albino wrapped one strong arm around Matthew's petite waist.

"Bonjour, mon chou, I do not believe we have properly met~" Francis drawled, his French accent lacing each word in a purr as he climbed off Antonio. The Spaniard pouted in protest, trying to pull the Frenchman back, but Francis pulled away from his grasp. As the French vampire approached, Gilbert's eyes narrowed.

"That's close enough, Francis." He growled, the warning in his tone evident, but Francis' cerulean glare had a strange effect on Gilbert, making him quieten instantly.

Francis grinned, taking Matthew's hand and kissing his knuckles, his lips lingering against his skin for far longer than necessary. Matthew swallowed nervously, his fingers trembling in Francis' hold.

"My name is Francis, and you are?~"

Matthew nibbled his lower lip, leaning back against Gilbert slightly as if seeking protection, but the albino was still oddly quiet. "M-Matthew…" his voice was barely above a whisper again, and Francis hummed.

"How old are you, Matthew?" Gilbert growled slightly as Francis purred Matthew's name, instinctively pulling the blonde boy closer to him, but Francis glared at him again.

"N-Nineteen…"

Francis smirked. "Hm, a little younger than you would normally go for, Gilbert~" he looked back at the albino, taunting cerulean clashing with fierce crimson, and Matthew felt a growing sense of danger.

"Shut up." Gilbert growled out, not realising it but he was holding Matthew against his chest like a lover.

Antonio let out a whine, unhappy that Francis was paying so little attention to him. "Francis…!"

Francis let out a sigh of irritation, glancing over at the Spaniard. "Quoi?"

Gilbert took the opportunity to step backwards, pulling Matthew with him. "I'm going to take Matthew home."

"Oh?" Francis' attention was recaptured, and he smirked. "Wouldn't you like to stay a while, Matthew?"

Gilbert growled again. "Nein, he wouldn't."

Matthew felt a shiver of fear course through him as Francis' stare became icy, and he gripped Gilbert's shirt slightly.

But Francis let a smirk dance over his lips, finally returning to his position on Antonio's lap. "Maybe some other time, oui?"

Without dignifying the French vampire with a response, Gilbert took Matthew's hand again, leading him away from the kitchen. When they were far enough away, he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry about Francis. He always wants what he can't have."

Matthew blushed, realising that Gilbert was very possessive over him, and he blushed even more darkly as he realised that he liked it.

"T-That's okay…"

Gilbert smiled, before seeing it was dark outside. "I'll walk you home."

Matthew nodded, though something about leaving Gilbert made him sad. Gilbert also wanted to be in Matthew's company for longer, but he couldn't think of a valid excuse to do so. So he just grabbed his coat, opening the front door for Matthew and leading him outside.

XxX

Shortly after Gilbert and Matthew left, Francis seemed restless. He had let Antonio fuck him again, but the Spaniard had noticed that Francis seemed distracted. Now, Francis was idly sipping his glass of wine, not even acknowledging that Antonio had entered the room.

"Francis?"

The Frenchman blinked, looking up at Antonio. "Oui?"

"What are you thinking about?" The Spaniard came over to him, wrapping his arms around his neck from behind, but Francis only seemed irritated by the contact.

"I want to get my own human." The Frenchman answered truthfully, knowing that Antonio would not want to hear it but he didn't care. As predicted, the Spanish vampire whined, peppering kisses over Francis' neck.

"But you don't need a pathetic little human…you have me~" Antonio's whines finally made Francis snap and he shot out of his chair, shoving Antonio away.

"Get off me!" Francis' cerulean gaze was so fierce that Antonio let out a whimper, cowering away from him. Francis was a lot stronger than him, and Antonio knew better than to piss him off. "I'm bored of you, Toni." He said flatly, and the Spaniard felt his cold, still heart crack. He had known for a while that Francis was just using him for sex, but it hurt to actually hear it said from the Frenchman himself.

Francis smirked, letting out a sigh, before grabbing his dark cloak that he often wore when going out to hunt. "Don't wait up for me."

With that, he left the house silently, leaving Antonio alone, his eyes glistening with tears. He had loved Francis, but he knew that it would never be reciprocated. So he slowly straightened up, deciding that he would get revenge on Francis by also finding a cute little human to sleep with. Francis may not be interested, but he was territorial as fuck and it would definitely piss him off to see Antonio getting over him.

The Spaniard smirked, before leaving the house as well in search of a human of his own.

A/N: So they're each going to have their own humans in the next what do you think about Francis and Antonio so far? Do you think they will be jealous of each other's new humans?

And any thoughts on how Gilbert will seduce Matthew?

Please review because I'd love to hear your opinions!