So it begins, Arthur thought. He never thought that he would see Dutch again and for a matter of fact, anybody in the gang. The tingle was still going through his body as he thought. He was surprised when Dutch spoke against Micah, that was his "best man".

Dutch would have never had a best man. Dutch might have talked about Micah's trust and loyalty around the camp, but it never made a difference in how he felt about the whole gang. Dutch saw success when he saw his gang. It went down slowly as the gang started losing their trust in each other. Arthur was confused himself until he knew what the real problem was. Dutch was never there to see it, he mentioned something about the business that had to be taken care of. He wanted us far from towns and the country, where they would hide and take care of each other. Never did happen, did it?

"You alright back there, Arthur? You've been very quiet back there." Dutch asked with concern.

Arthur looked at Dutch, his body moving up and down from his horse's canter, "Yeah, I was just thinking about something." Arthur answered truthfully.

Dutch looked at Arthur, Arthur shivered from him looking up and down his body, his eyes moved quickly as he did.

Dutch cleared his throat and responded, "No need for thinking, son. We are getting out of this mess. As long as we have each other back, were in the clear."

The blue-eyed man felt his chest burn as Dutch said we. They were doing this together now and there was no turning back.

"And what's the plan?" Arthur questioned, their horse's slowing down to a trot.

They looked around at a small cliff side, a clear view of most of the sites. They were covered by trees and shade. The wind blew into their silky hair.

"We camp here, for now. I will come up with a plan to make sure we get out of here. I don't want to see Micah or the police coming after us."

Arthur nodded to Dutch. He got off his horse and hitched it to the tree with The Count. The horse snorted and Arthur patted its nose. Arthur got his bedroll and supplies and started setting up a tent.

He looked around for Dutch, he was looking at the view. Arthur looked at how sexy he looked. The way his features looks in the light, his hair swaying slightly, his cute little curves from his tight outfit, he was closing his eyes in a relaxing way.

Arthur blushed and looked away from him. He couldn't make it obvious. He finished setting up his and Dutch's tents. Dutch walked towards Arthur, he smiled.

"Thanks for setting up the tents, son. I'm going to go hunting and get us some food. Mind making a fire while I'm gone?" Dutch asked he undid the knot from the reins and flipped it over The Count's neck.

"Sure, Dutch," Arthur replied.

"Good boy, Arthur," Dutch got on The Count's back and sat down, moving his hips to get into the saddle comfortably. The horse snorted tiredly and Dutch patted his neck.

Arthur blushed hard from Dutch's response. He held his hat over his face to cover his reddening cheeks. It wasn't his fault that he was dirty minded. Well, sort of.

Dutch chucked, "Alright, I'll be back soon. Leaving it up to you, son. Don't get caught." Dutch said firmly, he kicked at The Count's stomach taking off.

Arthur waved as he left, he watched them until they were out of sight. Arthur looked around at the forest for some wood he could find. He walked slowly into the forest, watching his step. He picked up decent looking sticks, making sure they weren't wet, the soil was rich and moist. Arthur went back to the camp and found no sight of Dutch.

Arthur began setting up the fire, making it into a teepee type of form. He decided not to light the fire yet, he wanted to wait for Dutch to get back. Arthur looked at the spot they were setting up and looked at the view. It was so beautiful. The sunset was making the sky a pretty pink and purple, the river from below could be heard making the gurgling sound, the wind blowing cool and fresh air, the trees making a soupy smell, the swaying of the grass, the snowy mountains. This was Arthur's paradise.

Arthur took a few more glances before taking out his journal. He sketched around, looking at the view, then back at his journal.

It wasn't long before it got dark, it made the air chilly. Arthur looked around and listened. He couldn't hear the sound of The Count's hooves or Dutch calling him. All he heard were crickets, the river, and his horse biting the metal in his mouth. Arthur shrugged it off as he put his sketchbook up, Dutch was the bravest man of them all. He knew how to fight, he could throw one punch and knock someone cold. Besides, he had a gun and Dutch knew to listen for his surroundings since they were in a bad position to be out in the open.

They were wanted and they knew it. All Arthur wanted was to be here with his family. It was all he wanted, all he had. It wasn't horrible with Dutch, but it wasn't what he was expecting. He was hoping for that paradise, the freedom, to be free. To be free was something Arthur never really had. He always traveled, never settled. He never made the roots to keep a family.

Sometimes he wished to die on that mountain. See Eliza, Sean, Lenny, Hosea, fuck even Keiran. This was such a disaster. What are they going to do now? They were being on the lookout for an ugly rat, a rat that was working with Agent Milton. Arthur wanted to kill that bitch, put that bastard in his grave where he belongs. He split this camp up, he blamed it on everyone else but himself. Of course, Dutch would put him in charge while he was gone. Why? Out of all the people in his gang, he would pick the dumbest one of them all. Micah never knew how to think before he did what he wanted. Ugh, all this thinking was making Arthur's head.

Someone tapped on his shoulder and Arthur turned, slapping whoever it was, it echoed through the forest. He pushed them to the ground forcefully, putting one knee on their back, his hand pushing their face into the dirt and keeping it there.

"Arthur! Arthur!" Dutch hissed.

Arthur's eyes widened as he got off of Dutch. Dutch got up from the ground and brushed himself off. He rubbed his cheek, which was already red and raw.

Dutch looked at Arthur with the most dreadful face, "The hell was that for?"

"Sorry, er, Dutch. You just startled me." Arthur replied, looking at Dutch's cheek.

"Hah! Do you think I'm upset? Son, I couldn't be any prouder." Dutch responded happily.

Arthur looked at him in confusion. He opened his mouth to say something, but Dutch cut him off.

"That's what I need in life. That's why I always called you first, Arthur. The first one to put his fist up." Dutch started laughing despite the sting still lingering on his face.

Arthur didn't know why, but he started laughing along with Dutch. They threw an arm over each other's shoulder and laughed like they were a bunch of drunk people.

They both wiped a tear from their faces, "I-I'm going to get dinner." Dutch said his laughing turned into low chuckles.

Arthur smiled and got the fire started. The glow making Arthur's eyes lit. It made his face hot and his body toasty. He sighed, putting his hands close to the fire, warming him up. He still had a good time with Dutch, didn't he? He never thought something like this would happen. He believed and that was good enough, perfect actually.

Dutch walked up to the fire, he had already skinned the rabbit. Arthur grabbed a stick for each of them, they both stuck the rabbit on the stick and began warming it up.

"What took you so long, hm?" Arthur asked.

"I was minor, but... The police seemed to have found me during the hunt. Micah must've kept them on the watch. That rat, I don't know why I ever let him join the gang in the first place." Dutch sighed, shaking his head, he held the stick with a firm grip.

"You didn't get chased or followed did you?"

"Hm, you sound just like me, son. And no I didn't."

Arthur let out a snort, "How do I sound like you?" Arthur asked as he pulled the stick away from the fire to check on the rabbit. He observed it before nodding, good enough.

Dutch just smiled, "I used to ask those questions. What's so bad with sounding like me?"

Arthur smirked, taking a bite of his meal, "Ugh, God, do I have to list all the bad things about sounding like you?" Arthur said sarcastically.

"I'll show you bad," Dutch said intimidatingly getting up from his spot.

"Oh, fuck," Arthur said he put down his meal and got up, he took off running in the forest.

Dutch could be heard coming after him. Arthur hid behind a decent sized tree, trying not to make any sudden noises.

"Oh, Arthur. I know you're in there." Dutch said in a silly creepy voice.

Arthur realized how childish they still were, but they couldn't help it. Hell, it was still fun. Arthur could see Dutch's shadow from the moon's gleaming light. He looked down at the forest floor, the grass making it harder to see. He bent down and touched the soil, he then touched what he was looking for. A decent rock. Arthur checked the weight of the rock, he nodded. Brilliant.

He picked it up and aimed. He threw the rock and it landed making a shuffling noise. Dutch shifted to the noise, he headed in the direction the rock was thrown.

Arthur chuckled and started to head back towards the camp quietly. He made his way through the forest, making sure he didn't step on any sticks. He made it back to where the grass was a bit higher, he sighed in relief, he was out of the forest. He looked towards their camp and saw the horses resting and the fire still glowing.

He looked behind him and that's when he regretted it. Dutch tackled him to the ground, knocking the air out of his lungs. He grunted once his back hit the ground and with Dutch on top of him, it made it worse.

Wait, Dutch on top of him? Arthur looked up and saw Dutch's face, his brown eyes sinking into his blue ones, their flushed chests against each other, their smoky breath on each other's lips, their bodies turning hot as their cheeks blushed crimson.

Dutch stared at Arthur's eyes, then his lips. Arthur's heart was pounding in his chest as his breath hitched. Dutch came closer to Arthur's face until the space between them was closed.

Their lips touched and fireworks were released in Arthur's chest. Dutch's lips were soft against his, his mustache brushing against Arthur's upper lip. Arthur closed his eyes and moved his hands up Dutch's sides. Dutch moaned against Arthur's lips in response, his moan going straight into Arthur's groin. He then his hands glided into Dutch's hair, pulling the silky, black locks.

Dutch pulled away from Arthur as he whined. Arthur grimaced at the sound he just made.

Dutch smiled, then showed a mischievous smile, "Not yet, Arthur boy. We just started, one day though. One day." he winked.

Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat, "Why are you so fucking..." he paused.

Dutch slid a hand down Arthur's chest, "Hm, what am I?" he asked teasingly.

Arthur sighed in delight, "Sexy...?" he finished in a confused, hesitant voice.

The older man started to laugh loudly against Arthur's chest. Arthur's face turned red with embarrassment.

Dutch gave Arthur a soft kiss, "God, I love you. Heh, you always lightened my days, Arthur."

Arthur blushed, "You really are though."

The brown-eyed man smiled down at Arthur, their chest still against each other's, "You should see yourself." he smirked, he got off of Arthur's chest carefully. He dusted himself off as Arthur sat up.

"Where are my manners?" Dutch teased, he held out a hand for Arthur.

Arthur smirked, he grabbed the hand. Dutch pulled him up and as Arthur got up, he gave Dutch a sweet kiss. Arthur wheezed at Dutch's reaction, his jaw was hanging open. Arthur shut Dutch's mouth closed as he went back to the fire, he winked at Dutch who was still in shock.

God, this day couldn't get any better. But is this going to be the best thing to happen now?