Gilbert was a fast healer so it was no surprise to Francis that he stopped limping and tugged his arm off of his shoulders to walk on his own. They walked in grim silence, both knew what Antonio's appearance meant but neither one was willing to actually say it, Francis took out his keys and unlocked the door. The Frenchmen didn't have time to take his keys out of the key hole before it was yanked open and they were met with the blazing green eyes of Arthur.

His narrowed eyes widened as he took in Gilbert's appearance and the smeared blood on Francis' chest, down the length of his side and across his shoulders from where Gilbert had leaned on him.

"My God, what happened?" He asked while ushering them in. Francis nudged Gilbert to continue to the living room while he talked to Arthur by the door. The albino sighed and entered the living room, the sight before him made him freeze.

Alfred and Matthew where on the couch, Alfred had his arms wrapped around Matthew as he cried into his shoulder and clung to him. He hiccupped and mumbled something that Gilbert couldn't hear. He ran a pale hand through his hair, trying to understand why he was crying; when Alfred's loud voice interrupted his mussing.

"Gilbert!" the boy nearly shouted. Matthew slowly raised his head to look at the demon, his violet eyes widened when he saw all the blood on his face, in his hair and on his legs, the red hoodie hiding the blood on his torso for the moment. Neither boy moved, whether still trying to believe that he was standing there or trying to think of something to say, Gilbert didn't know so he stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for them to figure it out.

Matthew snapped out of it first.

"Gil!" he shouted and ran to him, flinging his arms around his torso and nuzzling his cheek into his shoulder. Gilbert stumbled back a step and instinctively wrapped his arms around Matthew but immediately let go and pushed the blonde back.

Matthew's face and chest where speared with blood and the back of his shirt had two large red stripes where Gilbert's arms had wrapped around him. Gilbert held his hands up in front of him as if in a sign of surrender.

"Holy shit, dude!" Alfred shouted and ran over to them. Matthew raised a hand to his face but stopped mid-way as he saw blood on his hands from grabbing the red sweater he had lent to Gilbert.

"Gilbert?" Matthew's whispery voice cracked a little as he looked back at the demon.

"Okay, in my defense, only half of that is mine," Gilbert said trying to keep them relatively calm.

~~Hello, it's me, Larry The Time Skip~~

It hadn't worked. Alfred and Matthew had nearly had heart attacks until Francis and Arthur came into the room and calmed them down. Francis had suggested that they let Gilbert take a shower to clean off while he tried to work some of the blood out of Matthew and his own clothes.

Now Gilbert was back in his usual outfit with Gilbird on his head and his hands in his pockets because he didn't know what else to do with them. A problem he hadn't had while alive since he was usually found with a cigarette in his mouth. Francis had insisted that what everyone needed was a good night's rest after all the stressful events.

However a certain albino demon couldn't sleep. He was outside leaning against Arthur's green house as he looked out into space with his great wings draped over his shoulders to help keep him warm. Gilbird had snuggled deeply into his hair and fell asleep a while ago. He didn't know how long he stood there for but he did notice that the temperature dropped because his bare feet started to freeze. Gilbert sighed heavily, his mind wondering across the ocean and to his baby brother.

Ludwig was probably awake by now. Maybe he could call him; he had all of the blonde's contact numbers memorized. He was bound to reach him through either the land line or his personal cell phone and if push came to shove Gilbert could call his work cell. Spamming the hell out of all three phones would be so awesome. Gilbert chuckled softly just thinking about how Ludwig's voice would be strained as he fought to keep control of his anger but ultimately fail.

The demon sighed heavily. No, he couldn't do that to Ludwig, at least not until this whole thing blew over. It wasn't hard to figure out that Beelzebub sent Antonio to kill the person responsible for 'killing' two powerful demons; Gilbert had decided to stay and help Francis. It was one of his unwritten rules to help a friend in need and he was going to stick by it damn it! Having that many more chances to seduce that sweet ass Canadian was just an added bonus.

"G-Gilbert?" someone whispered. Gilbert turned his head enough to see the person out of the corner of his eye. It was like his thoughts alone had conjured up the very creature of his fantasies. He smirked.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," he mumbled to himself and turned his head to fully look at Matthew. The shy blonde was in PJ pants that had a purple plaid pattern on them and a plain white t-shirt, his wavy hair was a slight mess as if he had tossed and turned a lot before coming outside.

"Was just thinking about you, Mattie. What's up can't sleep?" Gilbert asked not caring that he had just confessed that the boy had been on his mind. Seeing that massive blush was worth it.

"Yeah," Matthew said and stood beside Gilbert. "What are you doing out here?"

"Just thinking about West is all,"

"What?"

"It's my nickname for Ludwig,"

"Oh,"

The demon's crimson eyes traveled the boy's body, noting that it was ridged and tense, his violet eyes where sore looking as if he rubbed them a lot to try and ease the pain of a headache.

"…Es tut mir leid," Gilbert muttered with a light blush as he stared dead ahead at the porch light that hung above the back door.

"Eh?"

"It means 'I'm sorry'," Gilbert looked down at his feet, shoving his ego and pride aside long enough to actually get the words out of his mouth was proving to be rather difficult.

"Huh?" Matthew tilted his head to the side. "…OH! You mean-No it was just a hoodie! I-it's fine really d-don't worry about it! What matters it that y-you're ok!" Matthew tripped over himself trying to rush the words out of his mouth as he unconsciously waved his arms in front of him in a window wiper motion.

"I wasn't talking about the hoodie. I'm sorry that I scared you like that and that we had to leave the mall so soon, you looked like you were having fun," The Prussian mumbled the last part under his breath. Even so Matthew still heard it.

"It's fine, really." Matthew said putting his arms down by his sides. Gilbert leaned his head back against the green house and closed his eyes, sighing heavily, the movement woke up Gilbird. The small chick chirped in annoyance and fluttered over to one of the small lilac bushes in the corner of the yard.

After the small rustling stopped the only sound was the crickets. Gilbert's shoulders slumped as the tension slowly eased out of his body, the crickets, soft wind and the warmth from his wings was lulling him into a peaceful state that he hadn't been in in a long time. A cute girlish sneeze came from his right, Gilbert cracked open a crimson eye to see Matthew rubbing at his nose with the back of his hand and he was shivering slightly.

He smiled softly at him. Gilbert lifted his wing off his shoulder then wrapped it around Matthew and used it to pull him to his side. Matthew gasped at the foreign feeling of having something boney and webbed wrap around his shoulder, where it stayed, as Gilbert snaked his arm around his small frame and pull him even closer into his body. The leathery wing was so warm it was like being wrapped in a blanket that just came out of the dryer.

Matthew couldn't help himself as he rested his hand on top of the elbow joint and stroked it with his thumb. The demon made a strangled sound like he had just choked on his own spit.

"Are you ok?" Matthew asked.

"Ja, it's just that no one's ever touched them…like that," Gilbert said as a slight blush overtook his face.

"Like what?" Matthew's voice came out a little softer than usual, his thumb still stroking the joint. Once Gilbert felt the blush leave he turned his head to look down at Matthew.

"Gently," Gilbert whispered. He then pointed to a spot close to where Matthew's thumb was; a scar about an inch long ran along the bone where the skin had been ripped open. "I get a new one every time someone touched them…at least that's what it seems like. Kesese, even West gave me two!" Gilbert chuckled at the memory.

It was when his wings had started to come in and Ludwig gave him a side hug that the Prussian himself had started but that light pressure on the brittle bones snapped both wings. The pain was almost like getting shot in the small of the back with a paintball gun at point blank.

"That's terrible," Matthew whispered. Gilbert raised a silver eyebrow at him.

"Was?" Instead of answering him, Matthew turned his face into Gilbert's wing and kissed the scar.

That small kiss sent an electric shock through Gilbert and the next thing he knew, he had Matthew pinned against the green house and their faces where only inches apart. The small Canadian opened his mouth in a small gasp. Gilbert dove in and captured his lips with his own, pushing his tongue past his soft lips and into his hot mouth.

The taste of his soul exploded in Gilbert's face but he didn't want to taste his soul, he just wanted to taste him, so he pushed it all to the side as he explored the invaded territory. Matthew's wide violet eyes slowly slid shut and Gilbert swallowed the soft moan that escaped him. The Prussian wrapped an arm around the small body in front of him and tangled his pale hand into Matthew's hair. The Canadian's arms wrapped themselves around Gilbert's neck and pulled him closer as he kissed back.

Matthew pulled away gasping for air, a line of saliva still connected them. Gilbert trailed kissed along Matthew's jaw and nipped his earlobe, causing him to gasp and arch his back slightly. The demon stuck his tongue out and licked down his neck before kissing and sucking on the soft flesh as he worked his way back up. Matthew groaned when Gilbert found a sensitive spot and gave it a harsh suck, leaving a hickey.

Gilbert slid his hand from Matthew's waist down to his ass and gave it a squeeze. The motion surprised the gorgeous boy in his arms, making him jump forward to get away from the touch but he only succeeded in grinded their hips together. Both men groaned at the sudden attention down below.

"G-Gil," Matthew groaned into the demon's slightly pointed ear, his hot breath tickling down the back of his neck, making him shiver. The demon kissed Matthew's neck once more before pulling away to look into his violet eyes.

"Ja?"

"I…Thought you were straight,"

"…" Gilbert didn't know if he should laugh at how naïve Matthew was for thinking that, he had been part of the Bad Touch Trio after all surly Francis told him stories about that, or if he should punish him for questioning his awesome choice in partners. He chose the latter.

Gilbert spun Matthew around and pushed him into the wall then stepped up behind him so that his back was pressed against his chest. He brought his head down to Matthew's ear and whispered seductively. "Did you know that a man can orgasm from stimulation to the ear alone?" Gilbert felt the blonde's breath hitch.

"Let's put that to the test, shall we?" with that Gilbert slowly licked the shell of Matthew's ear it was then that he realized how sensitive he really was as a hard groan was torn from his throat. A nibble to the earlobe had him arching his back sharply with a pleasured hiss. A kiss to the junction where ear met neck.

"Nngh!" A bite to the soft skin of his neck just behind the ear made him moan the loudest he had all night and his lower body shook. Gilbert chuckled darkly behind him and said something in German that Matthew thought meant 'one' but he's not sure.

Suddenly he's being turned around again and all he can focus on is the demonic red of Gilbert's eyes as he leaned forward and kissed the breath out of him, the kiss was all tongue and teeth before Matthew was allowed to breathe again.

Cold air hit his hot member as Gilbert suddenly yanked his pants and boxers down as he dropped to his knees, Matthew's mind turned into goo as Gilbert took him into his mouth and started his personal mission of sucking him dry. His skillful tongue quickly reawaked Matthew's arousal and it's not long after that that he feels fingers entangle themselves into his hair. Harsh pants and loud groans and moans fill the air as Matthew tosses his head back, screaming his pleasure to the stars.

The demon sucks harder, licks rougher and lets his teeth scrape just a little as Matthew bucked into the touch. His pale hands place themselves on Matthew's hips and his thumbs rub lazy circles into his skin. When he tastes pre-cum he knows he's close and Gilbert starts to hum. The fingers in his hair pull him closer almost desperately.

"Gill!" The Canadian above him shouted as he came a second time. Gilbert swallowed everything Matthew gave him. He stood and licked his lips.

"Zwei," Gilbert chuckled as he caught the spent teen in front of him as Matthew's legs gave out. The blonde gripped onto the back of Gilbert's hoodie and hauled himself up until he could reach his ear.

"More, I need more, Gilbert," He panted. The demon picked him up bridle style and quickly made his way around to the door of the green house; his tail slipped into the small crack between the door and the frame and unlocked it from the inside. Gilbert shouldered the door open then kicked it closed behind them.

He set Matthew down, his tail locked the door with a soft 'click', the blonde kicked off his pants and boxers then grabbed Gilbert's face and pulled him down for another heated kiss. Gilbert trailed his hands down Matthew's back then back up under his shirt. A small impatient whine made Gilbert smirk but his smirk turned into a throaty groan of his own as Matthew ground down on his neglected erection. Gilbert pulled away and took off his hoodie, tossing it to the floor, followed by his shirt.

Matthew gasped at the sight before him, Gilbert's baggy clothes had led him to believe that he was built like himself, lithe with just enough muscle definition to notice it but he wasn't. Gilbert's chest, abs and arms where well defined like that of a soldier's. Matthew leaned in and started kissing at his collarbone; he reached up and trailed his hand down Gilbert's chest until he reached his belt buckle. The demon was noticeable panting now and his tail was swishing back and forth like he didn't know what to do with it.

Matthew grabbed onto his belt and started to walk backwards, dragging Gilbert to the back of the green house, until his foot made contact with the blanket he uses when he reads in here. Making sure to keep eye contact, Matthew sat down, pulling an all too willing Gilbert down with him. The demon grabbed the back of his head and slowly kissed him as he leaned forward until Matthew's back hit the floor. The Canadian fumbled with the Prussian's belt until his hands where gently swatted away, he pulled away from the kiss and pouted, Gilbert chuckled at him then kissed the hickey he had left earlier as he worked his belt off.

He pulled it through the belt loops and tossed it somewhere behind him then sat back on his haunches and yanked his pants and boxers off, they followed the belt on their journey to 'Who-the-Hell-Cares'. Matthew licked his lips then grabbed Gilbert's hand and started sucking on three of his fingers, lightly nipping on them every now and then. Red eyes darkened as his need for the sweet ass Canadian grew and his breath became more ragged as that slick tongue swirled around his fingers.

Gilbert couldn't take it anymore; he pulled his hand away and down to Matthew's entrance, rubbing a slicked finger around it teasingly before pushing in. Matthew gasped and closed his eyes tightly as he tried to relax. A second finger was added and they were moved in a scissoring motion but then they suddenly curled and Matthew's back arched sharply.
"GILL! Mon dieu…" He gasped out.

Gilbert smirked as he hit Matthew's sensitive bundle of nerves again and again, enjoying the sounds he made more then he probably should be. Gilbert removed his fingers, earning a disappointed groan from the boy beneath him; he grabbed Matthew's leg and placed it over his shoulder then positioned himself. When nothing happened Matthew opened his eyes then gave a small nod.

Gilbert leaned down and kissed him, hard, as he slowly entered him. Matthew whimpered into his mouth and grabbed Gilbert's back, digging his nails into his skin as the burning pain intensified. Gilbert was about to bite his lip in retaliation for the nails but then figured it was only fair so instead he snaked his tongue into Matthew's mouth and tried to distract him.

When he was fully sheathed inside Matthew he pulled back and buried his face into his neck as he concentrated on controlling himself long enough to allow Matthew to adjust. Slowly Matthew's pained gasps quieted so Gilbert gave a slow experimental thrust, earning a quite pleasured moan from Matthew.

The demon leaned back from Matthew's neck and took his leg off of his shoulder to wrap it around his waist; he then started a steady yet forceful pace. The heavy, pleasing rhythm continued, slowly picking up. Matthew's moans grew in volume and at one particular thrust he arched upwards, his chest touching Gilbert's.

"There, oh God, right there!" Matthew yelled. Gilbert obeyed and pounded into that spot as hard as he could. Soon his thrusts lost almost all rhythm as his peek neared, he reached up and yanked on Matthew's curl, he screamed Gilbert's name as he violently came. His walls clamped down around Gilbert and he came with a shout of Matthew's name.

Gilbert almost collapsed on top of him but caught himself with his forearms.

"Drei," He pulled out and fell to Matthew's side.

The blonde rolled over and snuggled into Gilbert's chest, the albino reached over his back until he reached his abused entrance and inserted two fingers again.

"…What are you doing?" Matthew asked.

"Hold on," Gilbert spread his fingers, allowing his seed to drip out of Matthew and then removed them when he was sure it was all out. "There, all clean." He mumbled as he wrapped his arms around Matthew, his wing unfurled to create a makeshift blanket.

"…Gilbert?"

"Ja?"

"I…I love you." Matthew buried his face in Gilbert's chest harder as if he was afraid and he was trying to hide. Gilbert's heart skipped a beat.

He loved him!?

He loved him!

This was the happiest he'd felt in a while. A stupid grin plastered itself on Gilbert's face and it wouldn't go away. He squeezed Matthew and nuzzled into his hair.

"Ich liebe dich auch."