Something warm and soft running across his chest awoke Gilbert. Cracking open one crimson eye he came face to face with a pair of bright violet eyes. Matthew's fingers brushed Gilbert's bare chest as he toyed with his iron cross medal that he had put on a low hanging necklace. When Matthew noticed Gilbert was awake he couldn't help but smile.

The demon's eyes didn't look like blood and death like they usually did instead they looked like a warm fire on a cold night. The change was both amazing and terrifying.

"You should do that more often," Gilbert mumbled with a soft smile, for once he was being quite as if he didn't want the fragile atmosphere to break. "Smile, I mean,"

"You should too," Matthew blushed lightly and continued to toy with Gilbert's necklace. Gilbert leaned in and kissed Matthew's forehead and then his lips before getting up and taking a small tour of the greenhouse in search for Matthew's pants and boxers. He still had his top on which Gilbert was mentally kicking himself for now.

"W-what are you doing?" Matthew's small voice shook a little bit. Gilbert found his own clothes and quickly dressed then went back to Matthew and handed him his clothes.
"Wishing you didn't have school today," He said. Matthew's eyes widened then he jumped to his feet and yanked on his clothes, cursing under his breath as he fled the greenhouse to go get ready for school.

Gilbert cackled as he watched the flustered teen all but slam the door shut behind him.

The demon gathered up the blanket that they had used as a mattress before trailing after his Canadian. As he crossed the lawn the familiar weight of Gilbird landed on his head, he reached up and gave the small bird a good morning pat. Once inside, Gilbert tossed the blanket into the laundry basket then made his way to the kitchen.

Only he never got that far.

A strong pair of hands grabbed the front of his hoodie and slammed him into the nearest wall. Gilbert growled and bared his fangs on instinct even as Francis slammed his tail into the wall by his head. The Frenchmen's own fangs were bared and his blue eyes were glowing.

"You took my Matthieu's virginity," He growled out. A statement not a question and for some reason the way Francis had called Matthew his nearly set Gilbert off.

"He's mine now and ja, I did!" Gilbert growled. Their true demon nature threatening to surface and send them headlong into a fist fight, they could almost smell the tension as they stared each other down, eyes glowing and fists clenched.

Time stretched on forever. But suddenly Francis started laughing.

"I'm so happy for you two!" Francis' face split into a wide happy grin and he pulled Gilbert into a tight hug. "Mon bébé a enfin trouvé l'amour!" Francis exclaimed. Gilbert blinked twice in sudden confusion but then started laughing.

"Kesesese! Don't scare me like that. I thought you were going to kill me!" Gilbert said. Francis pulled back and draped an arm around his shoulders, leading him into the kitchen.
"Make no mistake, Gilbert, you break his heart and I break every bone in your wings," Francis said sweetly. At the mention of his wings Gilbert couldn't help but think back to how gently Matthew had touched them.

"Fair enough," He said and sat down at the kitchen table, his tail loosely curled around the chair leg to keep it out of the way. Francis was humming as he pulled out various pans and started on breakfast. Gilbert leaned his head on his hand and was going to space out when the calendar by the fridge caught his eye.

"Francis…"

"Hmm?"

"About Halloween," Gilbert glanced over at the blonde to find him frozen and stiff. The orange pumpkin on the calendar was almost mocking as it grinned from his place on Friday the 13th of October.

All Hollow's Eve.

Yes I am aware that Halloween is actually on the 31st but I couldn't help myself, Friday the 13th just spells 'Worst Case Scenario'