A/N: Aye chapter three has a lot more sexual tension than anything. Enjoy that. Thanks for reading! I'm having so much fun writing this. I'm also on spring break, so I'll probably be able to write more often till it's up. ((My spring break is a week and two days, not very exciting, I know.)) This chapter was too much fun to write. But since I share a room with my sibling, I had to make sure she wasn't around while I was editing. /forced laugh/ good thing SHE has school and not me. Anywho, I'm pleased to present you with this rated M chapter. Yeah, this is where the rating comes into play. How far? Read to find out. Muwahhahaha, I like reviews. They help a lot. Oooh and as for the bruising in the previous chapter, I hoped I solved any questions with this chapter! It explains why people didn't notice it till later. Cuz bruising takes a while to form and Arthur could tell it'd bruise because there was a red hand print that eventually faded then turned to a bruise etc. :v welp, enjoy!
"Why are we doing this again?" Arthur asked, plucking a stray daisy and tossing it in Gilbert's direction.
The albino scowled, setting the basket full of nicely picked flowers down next to him. "I told you, the flowers in front of the statue of Christ have wilted. It's my job to replace the flowers before the church opens. Now please stop randomly picking flowers and tossing them! We don't need daisies, we need daffodils."
"Daffodils? New beginnings, how cliché." Arthur snorted.
Gilbert blinked in mild surprise, regarding Arthur with a cautious gaze. "You know the language of flowers?"
Arthur smirked from where he sat, reaching over and picking a plant. "I know a bit. Here, for you." He held out the green foliage and it took Gilbert a minute to realise just what it was.
His face exploded in a blush, it was a Coriander, the flower meaning "Lust". Gilbert scoffed, rolling his eyes and returning to his task.
"Pervert."
However, just before he could begin clipping flowers again, the sound of the doors opening caught his attention. The two looked up, watching a worried Father Gustav come out into the backdoor garden. He stopped at the edge of the flower beds, his hands resting in front of him.
"Gilbert? May I speak to you?" He inquired softly.
The albino stood up, dusting his robes off. "Yes, Father." The priest turned around, walking further from the flower bed and expecting the albino to follow.
Gilbert hesitated, glancing at Arthur. He stiffened when a devilish smirk appeared on Arthur's face. The Brit leaned back from where he sat, snickering under his breath. Ever so slowly, he lifted his hand and placed a finger to his lips. Gilbert blushed, understanding what the man wanted.
Gilbert grit his teeth, "Fine." He bit out in annoyance. Turning around sharply, Gilbert trudged over to where Father Gustav was. "Yes Father? What is it?"
Father Gustav hesitated, his eyes trailing from Gilbert's eyes to the pale neck marred with dark purple markings. "So it's true? I had thought the other priests where seeing things, but it really does look like you've been strangled."
Gilbert's hand instantly moved to his neck, trying to cover the marks from view. He had noticed the bruising earlier that night when they truly started to form. When he had been changing into his sleepwear, he had noticed the offending marks on his bedside mirror. The albino had only hoped they would've disappeared by the morning, but that was not the case.
"Gilbert, are you sure you can handle him? It was no doubt Kirkland who inflicted those marks on you, yes?" Gustav took a step forward and placed a hand on Gilbert's shoulder. The elder man's eyes crinkled in worry. "If it is too much for you, I can have one of the other priests handle this."
The young priest squared his shoulders, shaking his head. "Nein. I am alright Father. We just had a scuffle yesterday. I handled it and I don't think it'll happen again." He thought bitterly about how he was being made to give the other "rewards" so long as he behaved. A small price to pay in order to not disappoint Father Gustav.
The man's eyes crinkled at the corners and he continued to frown. "Are you sure Gilbert? I do not want you risking your life just to redeem this man."
"Father Gustav, I promise you I can do this." Gilbert insisted.
The reluctance to give in was clear on the old man's face. Yet after a few lengthy seconds of staring at Gilbert, he closed his eyes and nodded.
"Alright, if you're sure. But please, if something like this happens again, tell me."
Gilbert smiled, nodding his head. "I will. Thank you Father." Gilbert then watched the man head back the way he had come through the large doors.
Taking a deep breath, Gilbert moved back over to Arthur and picked up his basket. The German made sure to avoid eye-contact with the other. He knew without a doubt that if their eyes connected, Gilbert would be helpless to Arthur's advances.
"Gilbert." The Brit sang all too happily.
Gilbert stiffened, standing up straight. "Let's go, we need to hurry up and switch out the flowers."
Arthur's eyes narrowed, yet he did not speak. Standing up, Arthur accompanied Gilbert into the church, moving down the long path and into the main hall. While Gilbert went to work on the flowers, Arthur sat on one of the benches and took his time to watch the man before him.
After they had finished, Arthur intended to have the German go back to their shared room and collect his reward, but stupid people kept interfering. Gilbert was suddenly being given errands to do by any passing priest. It pissed Arthur off, he was sexually frustrated damn it! The last time he had slept with someone was on his ship with the cabin boy. That was little over two, maybe three months ago? Arthur needed some action.
He was positive that if he pushed his virgin priest far enough, the albino would give in to Arthur's sexual advances. He knew all the places to caress that would turn the other into jelly, he just needed a chance to touch Gilbert's body. But while the albino was bold a good portion of the time they were alone, he was also cautious like a rabbit. Arthur, on the other hand, was the big wolf trying to make a meal out of the albino. Yet he couldn't do that until the other let his guard down.
Around dinner time, Arthur was positive he'd get his reward. He was pissed that people got in the way the entire day and, not only that, Gilbert made sure to avoid them being alone together. But now they were alone in the cafeteria; no one would bother to come in while a devil and a sinner were dining. So Arthur scooted closer, not too quickly and not that noticeably. He didn't want to startle his prey. But just then, the doors opened up and one of the priests waltzed in.
"Beilschmidt, I want you to go clean the baths. They've grown filthy." He snapped, scowling.
Gilbert nodded, having already finished his meal rather quickly. "I'll get to it. Arthur, let's go."
"No, the sinner can stay and finish his food. I'll watch him." The man walked further into the room, crossing his arms over his chest. The air he gave off clearly said he'd rather not. Gilbert knew that the priest wasn't watching Arthur willingly. A higher priest must've told this man to watch him.
Gilbert nodded, giving Arthur a small, unsure smile. "I'll try to be done soon."
"Two." The Brit said almost too sweetly.
The albino paled, knowing just what the other meant. However, before he could oppose, the priest cleared his throat. Gilbert hesitated before sighing in defeat. Arthur smirked, knowing that he had won. He turned back to his meal, his anger at being interrupted from collecting forgotten.
Oh but that anger came back with a full force when the albino returned. He looked like he'd just taken a bath. And he was even wearing his sleeping clothes. The other priest said nothing, shoving past Gilbert and towards the sleeping quarters. Gilbert smiled at Arthur, pretending to not see the seething look he was being given.
"Why'd you already take a bath?" Arthur said through clenched teeth.
Gilbert hummed innocently, "Well I was already cleaning the baths. I might as well clean myself while I was at it."
Arthur's eyes narrowed suspiciously and he was suddenly struck with a thought. He's avoiding being naked around me. That little… Arthur stood up, having finished his meal ages ago. He went over to the albino, his aura completely threatening.
"You know what I think?" He said, his voice unusually calm despite the anger radiating off of him.
Gilbert swallowed, taking a small step back. "What?"
Arthur backed Gilbert up against the door, placing his hand next to Gilbert's white locks and leaned forward. "I think you're avoiding me Gilbert." He whispered coldly.
Those beautiful eyes widened slightly before they narrowed. Gilbert squared his jaw and clenched his fists. "Don't be stupid, I'm not doing anything like that. It's not my fault I had to do errands today, stuff like this happens."
Gilbert shoved at Arthur's chest, the Brit backing off surprisingly easily. However, Gilbert was unaware of the diabolical plot raging around in the dark mind of Arthur Kirkland.
"Are you ready to take a bath now? Because you're starting to stink."
Arthur ignored that comment, instead silently following Gilbert out and towards their room in order to collect himself a change of clothes. All of the Brit's pent up frustrations and rage was going towards him formulating a plan. A plan that would no doubt have the other panting and moaning beneath him. He grinned darkly at the thought.
Gilbert groaned, rolling on his side and trying to ignore the other.
"Gilbert, wake up. I need to use the loo. Gilbert."
Arthur had been saying the same thing for the past five minutes, his voice getting louder and grating on the sleeping German's nerves.
"Giiiiilbert." Arthur whined, trying not to smirk even if the other couldn't see it.
His grin widened when a string of curses came from the albino. There was rustling before the oil lamp on Gilbert's desk was turned on. Gilbert looked very pissed, but to Arthur he looked absolutely delicious. With his hair sleep tousled and his night shirt slipping off one shoulder and showing a beautiful collarbone, Arthur had to restrain himself from licking his lips.
"You fucking pirate, I swear I'm going to suffocate you while you sleep." He growled, moving over to Arthur's bedside, key in hand.
As much as Arthur wanted to escape, he wanted to defile this beautiful flower far more. So when Gilbert was close enough, he grabbed the tired albino's arm and yanked him onto the bed. The moment Arthur was towering over Gilbert with his knees on either side of the albino's hips and keeping him in place was when Gilbert snapped fully awake.
He quickly chucked the key from where he lay, the iron trinket hitting the wall and landing quietly on his bed across the room. Arthur smirked, how cute, he thought Arthur was trying to make an escape again. Oh was he in for a surprise.
Gilbert's eyes widened when he felt warm lips on his neck, leaving a different kind of bruise on his skin. He let out a sound foreign to his ears, making his cheeks burn a hot shade of red. Gilbert shoved at Arthur, trying to calm his already pounding heart.
Arthur leaned back, staring down at Gilbert. The white haired male's breath hitched as he gazed into those emerald eyes, an intense hunger raging within them. Arthur cupped Gilbert's chin with one hand, smirking seductively.
"I'm collecting on my rewards now."
Gilbert's gasp was swallowed up by Arthur's devilish mouth, his tongue pushing past those parted lips and exploring the wet cavern. The kiss was hot, wet, and demanding. Arthur's hands roamed over Gilbert's body, down his chest and to his hips, squeezing purposefully.
The moan he drew out from the man beneath him sent heat pooling down to Arthur's nether regions. He bit the albino's lip, not harsh enough to draw blood but enough to cause a jolt to run down the other's spine. Somehow, Arthur had positioned himself between the albino's legs and was already sliding one hand up Gilbert's thigh while the other kneaded his chest, his mouth still assaulting Gilbert's.
As Arthur's hand got dangerously close to Gilbert's growing member, the young priest seemed to come back to his senses. He pulled his lips away from Arthur's, pushing at his chest with as much strength as he could muster. However, the passionate kiss was leaving him feeling a little weakened.
"E-enough! Ass, get off of me! You got your reward so back off!" He snarled, trying to scoot back.
Hands on his hips held him in place and Gilbert looked up with wide eyes. The hunger and lust swirling in Arthur's eyes seemed to have amplified, and with good reason. Beneath him, panting with his cheeks flushed and saliva at the edge of his lips was Gilbert, the sight sending heat straight to Arthur's loins. The lamp's glow cast beautiful light on the dishevelled appearance of Gilbert, his nightshirt riding up high enough to reveal his creamy pale thighs.
Arthur licked his lips, smirking down at the man beneath him. "Surely you don't believe we're done yet?"
Gilbert felt a shudder go through him at the stare being directed at him. "J-just what are you going to do…?" Gilbert would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit afraid. Here was a man towering over him, practically saying they were going to fuck. Why wouldn't Gilbert be scared?
As much as Arthur wanted to ravish the man beneath him, he knew that it'd probably backfire on him in the long run. He wouldn't be able to get close to Gilbert, nor would he be able to trick him into letting Arthur escape. Yes, that was still his plan. Getting to satisfy his sexual needs was just a plus. He still intended for Gilbert to die in order to set himself free.
Arthur gave Gilbert a gentle smile meant to sooth his nerves. He placed a hand on the albino's cheek, gently caressing it as if Gilbert was his lover.
"I won't go all the way, I promise. I just want to give you a taste of the pleasures I can bring you." He whispered, placing a rare, gentle, and chaste kiss on those delicate lips.
Gilbert's unwillingness wavered slightly at the gentle action. He frowned, thinking of the possible problems this could cause. Yet Arthur seemed to know just what the other was thinking. He placed another soft kiss to Gilbert's lips, this one longer and far tenderer. Just like that, Gilbert's worries were brushed away.
He opened his eyes, having closed them during the kiss. Gilbert gave Arthur a small pout, "F-fine… As long as you don't go all the way. But this counts as your second reward, so don't you dare try and say you didn't get it!"
Arthur chuckled, leaning close and giving Gilbert a very suggestive smile. "Don't worry. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging to give me another "reward"."
Gilbert swallowed visibly, finding the comment to be both a threat and possibly the former pirate flirting with him. However, before he could dwell too long on those words, Arthur had latched onto the other's neck and was sucking and biting, making dark, possessive marks.
"Wait a second! Don't do that where people can see!" Gilbert gasped out, trying to push Arthur's head away from his sensitive skin.
The Brit tried to keep his annoyance under control. He'd have to be gentle with this one. He was, after all, a virgin living in a church. Though he wanted to argue that people wouldn't be able to see the marks thanks to the bruising already on his neck, Arthur held his tongue. Appease Gilbert now and he'd get even farther the next time.
So, Arthur instead moved his lips down to Gilbert's collar bone, his tongue trailing along it before gently grazing it with his teeth. Not missing the sharp intake of breath that Gilbert took, Arthur smirked against his skin. Once again his hand slid up Gilbert's thigh before sliding back down and repeating the action teasingly slow. He wanted Gilbert to relax before he truly went further. The last thing he wanted was a tense and uncooperative person.
Arthur continued to pepper kisses along the expansion of skin he could reach, making sure to not leave any marks on Gilbert's neck. But that didn't stop him from marking up Gilbert's shoulders and chest. Arthur could feel his arousal growing with each sound he drew from Gilbert. While one hand worked on his chest, the other hand crept higher, his fingertips brushing along Gilbert's bare hips.
Gilbert groaned, arching up into the hand on his chest. Everywhere Arthur touched, his body lit up with a warm, tingling flame. He just couldn't get enough of the Brit's hands on him. He shuddered, moaning softly into the kiss he and Arthur shared. Gilbert had lost count of how many times they had kissed since they had started this sensual touching.
Suddenly, Gilbert felt something quite solid pressing up against him. He gasped when Arthur rocked his hips slowly, grinding his bulge against Gilbert's rear. Gilbert grabbed Arthur's shoulder, biting his bottom lip.
"A-Arthur. Wait a second, you said you wouldn't go all the way!"
"I'm not." He said huskily, his voice causing delightful shivers to run up and down Gilbert's body.
Gilbert gasped again when Arthur's hand slid to his crotch, rubbing him through his undergarments. Gilbert's head fell back against the pillow and he groaned, bucking his hips up into the warm hand. Arthur chuckled, placing a kiss to the corner of Gilbert's mouth.
"You're so excited down here." He whispered.
The albino ducked his head, trying to keep those sinful lips away from his ear. "S-shut up." He snapped, his cheeks burning.
Arthur licked the shell of Gilbert's ear, giving a squeeze to the priest's arousal before releasing it. Gilbert would deny it, but he missed the feeling of Arthur's hand kneading his swollen member. However, when Arthur began to slowly pull down Gilbert's undergarments, he thought the Brit was going to continue his delicious torture, but that was not what happened.
Gilbert blinked when the sound of a belt buckle being undone reached his ears. Snapping his eyes forward, Gilbert watched as Arthur kneeled over him, the Brit never taking his eyes off of Gilbert as he undid his belt. He licked his lips as he watched Gilbert with heated eyes, pulling out his aching cock.
Lying flush against Gilbert, he lifted Gilbert's nightshirt up until his throbbing member was able to rub against Gilbert's. The touch of their swollen member's bare skin against each other caused both of them to gasp. Arthur looked down, wanting to watch the other's beautiful face twist in pleasure. He couldn't get enough of the sight, of the sounds. He wanted more.
Arthur, slowly at first, began rocking his hips. He groaned softly, his cock happily getting the attention it needed. After the gentle rocking was no longer enough for the sexually deprived pirate, Arthur picked up the pace. With every buck of his hips, delicious friction drew out moan after moan from his beautiful angel.
Latching his lips onto Gilbert's, he swallowed the albino's cries of pleasure. Arthur was quite grateful the people of the church isolated Gilbert. He didn't have to worry about anyone happening to hear the male's sweet sounds and coming up to investigate. But, if they did happen to hear, Arthur would probably kill them for interrupting.
Gilbert's grip on his shoulders tightened and he whimpered, tossing his head back. "Arthur! I'm going to-." He was cut off with a moan, his body shuddering.
Seeing Gilbert's erotic expression as he came was enough to send Arthur over the edge. Arthur groaned, sinking his teeth into Gilbert's shoulder and biting down. Gilbert's body tingled in the remnants of ecstasy, his breath coming in heavy pants.
Exhausted, the albino's eyes fell closed and he instantly fell asleep. Noticing the lack of movement from the man beneath him, Arthur leaned back and looked down at him with a raised brow.
"That was enough to make him pass out?" Arthur scoffed, clearly disbelieving that amount of stimulation could cause him to fall asleep right after. Though, Arthur had to remember that this was Gilbert's first time feeling such pleasure. He'd let it pass, for now. They'd have to work on Gilbert's stamina. He didn't want the albino passing out on him while they were in the middle of doing it.
Smirking, Arthur slid Gilbert's night shirt off his entire body, using it to wipe away the sticky substance coating their abdomens. He tossed it to the floor, shifting Gilbert so that the both of them could be under the covers. Pulling the sleeping male to his chest, Arthur chuckled and nuzzled him gently.
"Good night, Gilbert."
Waking up was something Gilbert didn't want to do. He was so comfortable where he was, not to mention warm! Which was odd, his thin blanket never made him this warm in the mornings. Gilbert's brows wrinkled and he grunted, frowning slightly. Begrudgingly, he opened his eyes and was greeted with a pair of bright, emerald green eyes.
"Morning. You seem to have slept peacefully." Arthur chuckled, smiling warmly.
Gilbert's heart stopped and his face flushed. "M-morning…" He mumbled, the memory of last night coming back to him. He cleared his throat, making note that he wasn't wearing anything but his undergarments. "… Arthur?"
"Used it to clean up our little mess." Arthur hummed, already knowing what the other was going to ask based off how he looked down at his nude chest.
Gilbert blushed, scowling. "And why couldn't you use something else?" I mean, did he really need to strip me of my clothes just to have something to clean up the mess? Wouldn't a pillow casing be simpler?
Arthur smirked at him, reaching out a hand to trail his fingertips up Gilbert's neck. "Mm, maybe I just wanted to see you in as little clothing as possible."
The albino's cheeks were hot and dyed a bright red. Sputtering incoherent words, Gilbert instead opted to grab the nearest thing and hit Arthur with it. Sadly, the thing he grabbed turned out to be a pillow. But Gilbert made sure he wacked him hard enough with the fluffy object.
Gilbert climbed out of the bed, stomping over towards the dresser and pulling out a clean uniform. He quickly put it on, marching back to his bed and grabbing the key. Without saying anything, Gilbert unlocked Arthur's ankle cuff, glaring accusingly at the metal chain. It was supposed to keep Arthur from moving, yet he was able to move very well last night. In Gilbert's opinion, the restraints weren't doing its job. But the cuffs had a lengthy chain in between them, so technically they performed their job rather well. Arthur was still bound to the bed, but he was able to move far enough to be comfortable.
They were silent as they made their way down to breakfast, each one to their own thoughts. Gilbert was aware that something between them was changing. Maybe Arthur could feel it too, but Gilbert didn't want to ask in case he didn't. Gilbert knew that he wouldn't be able to pretend nothing happened.
Just thinking of last night made Gilbert's cheeks flame up in embarrassment. Arthur was the first person he had ever been this intimate with. He'd be lying if he said the pleasure shown to him last night didn't excite him. But then Gilbert couldn't help but think, if Arthur showed signs of wanting Gilbert again, just how far would the albino let him go?
"Gilbert, come here."
Gilbert paused in his reading, lifting his head to look at the Brit sitting across from him.
Arthur was leaning back on the palm of his hands, his legs crossed over the other. He held out a hand to Gilbert, looking at the other expectantly.
"What?" Gilbert scowled.
"Come here." The Brit repeated.
Gilbert raised a brow, "I'm not some dog that'll come when called."
Yet Arthur didn't put his hand down and instead continued to wait for the albino to move over to him. Gilbert growled, closing his book and standing up. It should be ok, right? They were in the back garden of the church. Like always, there were no people. They were too busy in the church doing their own things.
Gilbert crossed his arms over his chest, standing in front of Arthur and scowling down at him. "Well?"
Arthur reached out, taking Gilbert's arm and tugging him even closer. Gilbert scowled, apparently Arthur wanted him to sit on his lap. Gilbert hesitated, something inside of him told him not to do it. Something told him that, if he did, he would regret it. Gilbert wasn't sure what he'd regret, but he was tempted to find out.
Feeling bold and casting caution to the side, Gilbert settled himself in Arthur's lap, facing the blond before him.
Arthur chuckled, internally gloating. He was already getting closer and closer to the other in leaps and bounds, it was perfect. His plan was coming together nicely. Who knows, maybe he'd be able to get free within a few more weeks.
Wrapping his arms around Gilbert's waist, Arthur tightened his hold on the other. He began kissing Gilbert's neck, earning a soft gasp for his efforts. Smirking, Arthur let his tongue trail across the expansion of Gilbert's neck. Gilbert whined, shoving Arthur's face away.
"I sat here because I figured you needed something. I'll go back to my book if you don't have anything to say." Gilbert growled, glaring at the emerald-eyed man.
Arthur scoffed, "I doubt that's what you thought. If I wanted something, you know I could've asked from where you were sitting. Surely you knew this is what I had in mind."
Gilbert stiffened, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "L-let go." He snapped, shoving at Arthur's shoulders.
Ignoring him, Arthur continued to keep a firm grip around Gilbert's waist. "Sit still. I won't bite, much." He purred.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't bite at all." Gilbert grumbled, "Can't you just sit and relax for at least an hour? It wouldn't kill you to be good!"
"That's the thing, Gilbert." Arthur chuckled, grabbing the albino's chin and bringing their faces close together. "I'm not a good man."
Gilbert hesitated, his heart jumping into his throat. Crap, he's going to kiss me! Gritting his teeth, Gilbert narrowed his eyes and growled. With a crack, he had slammed his head into Arthur's. Stunned, Arthur fell back on the ground, staring up at the sky with a dazed expression.
Gilbert got off of his lap and huffed, returning to his spot on the grass. He grumbled under his breath angrily, opening his book and trying to find his page. Arthur sat up, his eyes narrowed in anger. How dare this fucking priest attack him like that! Just who the hell did he think he was?
In retaliation, Arthur reached out and grabbed the back of Gilbert's head. Yanking harshly, he forced the other to tilt his head back. Gilbert cried out in pain, the sound being ignored by Arthur as he moved forward. The Brit fastened his teeth on Gilbert's neck, biting down roughly. Gilbert once again yelled in pain, grabbing a hold of Arthur's hair and tugging as forcefully as he could, anything to just get the pissed man off of him.
Arthur let go, pulling Gilbert's head back to look at the newest mark added to Gilbert's neck. Perfect teeth marks were visible, making Arthur smirk at the sight. But when his eyes lifted to look at Gilbert's face, he felt his heart tighten uncomfortably. Gilbert was wincing in pain, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes.
He let out a shuddered breath, glaring at Arthur. "Let. Go." Gilbert snarled.
Keeping a calm outward appearance, Arthur breathed in through his nose. He forced Gilbert's face closer to his, green eyes boring into red.
"Remember this well, Gilbert. If you do not put up a fight, I will not retaliate and hurt you. I will treat you gently, like a proper lover. But if you stubbornly defy me, then I will treat you the same I would a simple whore." He whispered, his voice as cold as ice.
Gilbert's eyes widened and he hesitated, treat him like a lover? What the hell?! "Y-you're in no position to be making threats!" Gilbert snapped, trying to keep his cool.
Arthur smirked cruelly at him, making Gilbert's blood run cold. "Really? Tell me Gilbert, where else would you find someone willing to even touch you? Here I am, offering to give you pleasure for free. You won't find anyone else, male or female willing to sleep with you. This, I promise you, is the only chance you'll ever have the experience what it feels like to have a lover. We already see each other every day. We sleep in the same room, eat at the same time, and spend hours upon hours with each other.
"Where are you going to find a better deal? Just accept it Gilbert, I promise you won't regret it. So tell me Gilbert, would you rather be treated like a paid whore, or like a precious lover? I can be quite gentle, but only to lovers will I show such kindness." Arthur purred, underlying threats ringing clearly with every venomously sweet word he said.
A cold shudder clawed its way up Gilbert's spine. He swallowed, his heart pounding angrily in his chest. There was that voice again, telling him to turn back now or he'd regret it. Shut down this man's request, it'd only bring pain. He must say no.
But… Could he really? Here was someone willing to be a lover to Gilbert. A man, and a sinner at that. But he did not care Gilbert was also male, something that in this day and age was painstakingly rare. This was finally the chance Gilbert had been waiting for. He was finally going to be able to experience what it felt like to have a lover. Just like those men in his books, he was finally getting his chance.
Gilbert swallowed, closing his eyes and thinking over Arthur's offer. There wasn't really anything in it that would make him say no. He was already supposedly a devil, being with a man should be nothing compared to that, right? But, if he was correct, Arthur wanted his body just to let out his sexual frustrations. Well… Gilbert figured he should at least try and sweeten the deal.
"If I agree…" He whispered, Arthur straining his ears to pick up everything the man said. "You have to promise me you'll go at my pace… And… That you'll take your prayers seriously."
Arthur raised a brow, he had been expecting something more demanding and annoying. Smirking, he loosened his hold on Gilbert's hair, replacing it with gentle and soothing pets.
"Alright, I'll agree to that." A hand slid around Gilbert's waist, drawing the priest closer. "So Gilbert, what do you say?"
Taking a deep breath, Gilbert gave Arthur a hard stare, his gaze unwavering. "Alright. I'll be your lover."
To be honest, Arthur had not been expecting it to go so easily. Now that Gilbert had agreed to be his lover, it would be so easy to make the albino bend to his will. Gilbert would soon no longer be able to resist him. And because of that, Arthur would be a free man in a matter of weeks. The thought was enough to put the smug pirate in an even better mood. Also a plus was that he was going to be able to taint the little angel as much as he wanted.
But it wasn't that easy, apparently. For any sexual advance Arthur tried to make, Gilbert found some way to make the other back off. It was subtle most of the time, other times it would be upfront and straightforward. Arthur was growing more frustrated by each day. He'd manage a deep make-out session against Gilbert sometimes in the morning or before bed, but that was as far as Gilbert let him go.
But it wasn't like Gilbert completely rejected Arthur's advances. He did let the other kiss him, pull him onto his lap, and hold him in his arms. But if Arthur showed signs of wanting to take the kissing further, Gilbert would suddenly be struck with fear and he'd make an excuse for them to stop. It wasn't on purpose, it's just that Gilbert couldn't help but be a bit frightened.
He had read in his books how two men were supposed to do it. And while some of the books made it sound pleasant, the other books made it sound like the most painful thing on earth. Gilbert didn't like pain, so if he could avoid it, he would. But as the church received a letter a week since the two had become lovers, Gilbert would soon find out he couldn't keep avoiding Arthur's sexual advances.
They were told of the letter around noon. Gilbert and Arthur had been resting out in the backdoor garden, no one there to disturb them. Gilbert was sitting in Arthur's lap, reading one of his books while Arthur held him from behind and read over his shoulder. Feeling bored, Arthur placed his lips to Gilbert's neck.
The young priest attempted to ignore the light peppering of kisses, but it was soon proving to be quite the problem. Gilbert huffed, closing his book and turning to look at Arthur over his shoulder.
"What?" He asked, his voice gentle and mildly amused.
"I'm bored." Arthur grunted, lifting his head to stare at Gilbert.
Grinning and feeling daring, Gilbert leaned forward and pressed his lips to Arthur's. His chest tightened happily, for some reason Gilbert had been feeling this way whenever he or Arthur did gentle things like this. It made Gilbert really believe they were lovers.
"Mm?" The albino hummed against Arthur's lips. "Are you now?"
Arthur had slowly gotten used to the bold actions of his virgin angel, each one causing the white hot flames of desire to shoot throughout his body. Oh how the inexperienced actions turned him on, which was a surprise.
He grinned, "Yes. What shall you do about that?"
"I don't know." Gilbert chuckled against Arthur's lips.
Arthur snorted, moulding his lips against Gilbert's in a gentle kiss that soon led into a more demanding and passionate one. Gilbert groaned, letting Arthur take his book out of his hands and set it somewhere near them. Arthur then turned Gilbert around, gently lowering him to the soft grass. Leaning over him, Arthur continued his heated kissing, one of his legs resting in between Gilbert's. He slowly rocked his knee into Gilbert's crotch, earning a groan from the blushing man.
When he was met with no resistance, Arthur grinned, intending to continue. But as fate would have it, they were interrupted by the sound of the large backdoors opening. Gilbert's eyes widened and he shoved Arthur off of him, rolling out from underneath the blond and snatching his book. Continuing to rest on his stomach, he opened his book and began reading an exert he remembered from the bible. This was to make anyone coming out assume that Gilbert had been reading the words of God and not at all indulging in the lips of a sinner.
"Gilbert."
Gilbert stopped in his reciting, closing his book and looking up at Father Gustav. "Er… Yes Father?" From the look he was getting, Gilbert guessed that Gustav hadn't seen anything, which was a good thing.
Father Gustav smiled kindly, "I have just received a letter from our sister church a town away. It says the Sister's there will be coming here for another mingling. They hope to arrive sometime tomorrow. I was hoping you and Kirkland could go and set up the guest dorm?"
Gilbert instantly shot up, smoothing down his black and white uniform. "Of course! I will make sure their rooms are nicely made for their arrival."
"Good." Gustav glanced at the pissed blond lying on his side behind Gilbert. Gustav misunderstood just why he was pissed. The Father thought it was because he had interrupted Gilbert reading to him the words of God. Smiling at the seething pirate, he chuckled. "Do not worry, after this you can return to Gilbert's teachings. It makes me happy to know you are taking your redemption seriously."
"Yes." Arthur hissed through clenched teeth, a fake smile plastered on his face. "I'm seriously wishing to redeem myself."
Gilbert stiffened, clearing his throat. "W-well, we'd better get started. Come along Arthur."
Following after the albino, Arthur kept silent as they began cleaning and setting up the guest dorm. However, when they were almost done, Gilbert was taken by surprise when he was pulled against Arthur's chest. The pirate took Gilbert's ear between his teeth, tugging on it and growling softly.
"Gilbert, I want you."
Red eyes widened and Gilbert bit his lip, closing his eyes tight. "You can't, we've still got to get this finished. And this isn't my room, anyone could walk in on us!"
"Like I care." Arthur scoffed, rocking his hips and grinding his crotch into Gilbert's ass.
Gasping, Gilbert tried to pull away from Arthur's grasp. "You can't! Arthur!"
Arthur continued licking and biting Gilbert's ear, drawing strangled sounds from the other. Gilbert clamped his teeth down on his lip, trying to keep any sounds he made from spilling over. But with every buck of Arthur's tantalizing hips, that was proving to be quite difficult.
"A-Arthur, you said you'd go at my pace! Was that a lie?!" Gilbert tried again to reason with the pirate.
Arthur angrily spun Gilbert around, slamming him down onto the newly made bed. He gripped Gilbert's wrists, forcing them to rest near his head. "I have tried to be patient with you Gilbert, honestly I have. But it's proving to be quite hard when every time I make a move, you take two steps back. This isn't how a lover should act."
Gilbert stiffened, glaring stubbornly at Arthur. "Well… A lover wouldn't try and force their partner! They'd wait until they were ready!"
"That's the thing Gilbert, if I went at your pace, you'd never be ready. By the time you'd be willing to let me have you, I'd already be standing in front of the gallows." He bit out angrily. Never before had someone made Arthur lose control so often. Yet Gilbert seemed to do it without any effort. Whatever he said would either piss the Brit off or do the opposite. The wishy-washy feelings he got when interacting with the white haired male always managed to befuddle the prideful man.
Gilbert's mouth parted slightly and he hesitated, that's right, Arthur was a doomed man. In a few months, he'd soon no longer exist in this world. Just the idea caused a painful knot in Gilbert's chest to form, stealing any chance the other had to take a breath. He flapped his mouth a few times, trying to find a way to say that he wouldn't wait that long. But Arthur beat him to it before the other could think up words.
"Do not try and tell me you won't, Gilbert. I can see it in your eyes. But I promise you this, if you cannot satisfy me soon, I will find someone else who will." Arthur whispered vehemently.
Gilbert's eyes widened and he stared at Arthur, horrified. Another intense pain struck Gilbert's chest, was that any way to talk to a lover? To tell them that if they could not satisfy, they'd be cast aside? But then Gilbert realised, he and Arthur weren't real lovers. Being lovers didn't come with deals and bargaining. This was nothing more than a different kind of business deal. Arthur could easily cast Gilbert aside if he so wanted.
Narrowing his eyes and building up the walls around his heart in order to hide the pain the other's words had caused, Arthur shoved him off. "Good luck doing that. If you hadn't noticed, no one in this church is willing to sleep with a man, let alone a criminal. They'd rather bite their tongues off then indulge in so much sin, let alone inside a church. The very house of God. So your threat means nothing, Arthur Kirkland. It does not scare me. Like you told me, I am the only one willing to even think about sleeping with you."
Raw anger flashed through Arthur's eyes, making them seem to glow with such animosity. He smiled savagely at Gilbert, his malicious laugh causing the other to unintentionally flinch. "We'll just see about that Gilbert. We'll just see."
And that was how Arthur left it, returning to his task in silence. They refused to talk to each other for the rest of the day, the hostile air between them still hanging over their heads in an uncomfortable manner. It continued to poison the air even as they got ready for bed. Previously, Gilbert would sometimes sleep in the same bed as Arthur. Generally it was every other night, but it was apparent that even considering sleeping in the same bed with Arthur tonight would be asking for a death sentence.
Frankly, Gilbert wasn't aware of when he had started to become so comfortable with Arthur that he'd even willingly sleep in the same bed. He was so comfortable with the Brit that now the only times he wore those cuffs were at night, when they went to town, or when they were going from place to place. Any other time, Gilbert let Arthur have them off. Gilbert was completely stumped, when had their bond grown so much and just why wasn't Gilbert aware of it?
Arthur, on the other hand, was still quite pissed. He was sexually frustrated, again, and whenever that happened he was easily irritated. It happened a few times when he was at sea with his men for months at a time. Sometimes he just didn't want to fuck the cabin boy. He knew almost half the crew already fucked him. And it wasn't unwilling, the cabin boy was pretty much a slut. Arthur didn't really complain, he just used the cabin boy when he needed release. But obviously, touching the same used hole got tiring for the Brit.
So when it was obvious the captain was in need of sexual release, the men would make sure to practically walk on the tips of their toes around the man. Hell, walking on eggshells would seem easier than trying not to anger Arthur. But then they'd eventually dock in Tortuga and Arthur would have his choice of barmaids, letting out all his built up desires. He usually would do it three to four times before sleeping, his bed mate not at all complaining.
But here Arthur was, practically performing abstinence. Gilbert would give him a taste of those sinful lips and that delicious skin, but then like a cruel joke, he'd take it all away. Arthur wasn't used to being toyed with like this. It was usually the other way around. And not only was the one doing the toying a priest, he was a fucking virgin. When had Arthur started taking orders from a virgin? Right, it was since said virgin held the key to his freedom, literally.
Arthur was formulating a plan in order to push the albino so far that he'd practically beg the other to take him. And an opportunity was practically throwing itself down at Arthur's feet! Nuns were coming to the church sometime tomorrow, and would probably be staying for quite a bit. Who cared that they were supposed to protect their virtue? Arthur's silver-tongue had never been one to let him down. He'd be able to get one of those girls to lift her skirt in no time. And knowing Gilbert and how seriously he took religion, he'd make sure to stop any fornication between a woman of God and a man of Sin.
In fact, if Arthur told Gilbert that since the albino wouldn't satisfy his needs, he'd go for the priestess, then there'd be no doubt that the albino would vehemently tell the man not to drag others into such sin. That would lead the albino to offer himself up to Arthur. Since Gilbert was practically the "embodiment" of sin, he couldn't be tainted anymore. Arthur was positive that would be what Gilbert would think.
Arthur grinned smugly to himself, chuckling under his breath. Oh yes, it'd be perfect. By this time tomorrow, he'd have his beautiful angel crying out in pleasure beneath him. He'd have those pure white wings tainted into a sinful black, his mark forever imprinted on his soon-to-be fallen angel.
