Gilbert had woken up the next day, groggily. The first thing that he noticed was the smell of shampoo and the warmth that was pressed against his body. Gilbert relaxed against the warm body against him. He felt as ease against the heat emitting from Alfred. He had a feeling that Alfred was going to be his new snuggle buddy after Gilbird. He noticed that Alfred had forgotten to take his glasses off before he had went to bed and fell asleep in them.

He looked at Alfred's neck next to notice that he didn't leave much of a mark upon Alfred. An idea popped into his head. He imagined how cute Alfred would look with his love mark against that smooth sun-kissed flesh. He tilted his head towards the exposed neck and opened his mouth to taste Alfred's neck again. He nuzzled upon Alfred's neck as he held Alfred against him. His teeth grazed against the younger man's neck.

Twitching his face, Alfred moaned out tiredly. Gilbert continued his assault on Alfred's neck. Alfred's eyes opened to slits when he thrashed against the albino. "What are you doing to my neck? Oww, that kind of hurts!"

"I was just leaving my awesome mark on your neck," Gilbert replied, unabashedly brazen.

Alfred groaned as Gilbert pulled away from his neck, "I don't want a damn hickey! How am I supposed to hide it from everyone?"

"That's the whole point of placing one on your neck, so everyone in this damn shithole would know not to mess with you," Gilbert planted a smooch upon Alfred's cheek.

"You ass!" Alfred whimpered, adjusting his pants so that Gilbert wouldn't see his growing problem, "My neck is very sensitive!" Then Alfred admitted his growing problem quietly, "you also got me hard too." Alfred frowned when Gilbert let out a laugh, "it's not funny!"

"No, it's not," Gilbert was still grinning, cupping the blonde's groin eliciting a cry of pleasure from his younger lover. Gilbert caressed his cheek and whispered to him, silkily, "If you want to, I can help you take care of it."

"Umm, yes. I mean no! I don't even know," Alfred confessed his indecisiveness, "I just don't want to go all the way."

Gilbert smiled sincerely as he placed a kiss upon Alfred's temple. "Don't worry, liebe. I'm not planning on fucking you until you want to."

"If that's the case, I don't mind you jerking me off and sucking me off," Alfred said, looking into Gilbert's eyes to read his expression when he granted the albino consent for him to touch him.

Gilbert grinned at Alfred incredulously, not believing that Alfred wanted him to be the one who sucked him off. He felt like he was dreaming. Someone who had mutual feelings for him loving him back. He no longer had to suppress his own desires for Alfred. Alfred wanted him to do sexual things to him, even though it wouldn't be sex; it still would satiate his desires. Well, at least for now. "You're completely awesome, birdie! Don't worry, Alfred. I can make you feel extremely good."

Both men embraced in post-orgasmic bliss. Gilbert felt the blonde nuzzle against his neck. Both of their spent lengths rubbed against each other as the two relaxed in each other's arms. Alfred's pants and underwear were tossed to some part of the room and Gilbert's pants and underwear was around his knees. Gilbert let his gaze linger upon Alfred's pink tinted cheeks and closed eyes. Alfred was still breathing heavy from his orgasm. His heartstrings were tugged at the site. Alfred looked angelic and adorable.

It was hard for Gilbert to speak without hurting. Damn kid! He's the reason why his throat and especially his uvula hurt in the first place. Alfred in the state of pleasure had thrust up his pelvis when Gilbert was sucking the nineteen year old inmate's cock, trying to get more of his cock into Gilbert's mouth. Gilbert couldn't really stay mad at the blond, but he still planned on getting Alfred back for that one of these days. He didn't have the gag reflex of a fucking snake, damn it!

Still though, he didn't mind the rest of it. The way the blond would tremble in pleasure when his dick was getting sucked. The way Alfred became very vocal during the act. The faces Alfred made when he moaned out the German's name. The soft touch of Alfred's hand upon his cock as Alfred jacked him off as he pleasured the American. The salty sweet taste of Alfred's cum upon his tongue. If the feelings he had for his brother was an addictive drug, the feelings he had for Alfred was a new and even stronger drug that coursed through his veins like a wildfire.

"Gilbert?" Alfred broke the peaceful silence between them.

Gilbert looked at the blonde questioningly, still a bit dazed from his bliss. "Hmm? What's wrong, my awesome birdie?"

"Can we do this again some other time? I really liked it," Alfred whispered lovingly.

Gilbert chuckled, "you can have it any time you want it, Alfred."

Alfred got up an hour later to change and check out his neck in the mirror. The mark on his neck was a vivid rouge color with purple markings where Gilbert's teeth had been. The mark was too dark not to be noticed by anyone who crossed his path. Despite the wonderful time he had with Gilbert, he was still annoyed at the cocky man for giving him a hickey.

He heard the water running in the bathroom that adjoined their bedroom. Alfred wasn't even sure if it could even be called a bathroom. The room had a porcelain toilet and a sink. There was no private shower in the bathroom. Alfred could tell by the sounds that Gilbert was in there brushing his teeth for the day.

The door creaked as it was opened. Arthur strolled in standing erect with his hands behind his back. Arthur grimaced at Alfred, more importantly at Alfred's neck. The Englishman winced as much as any parent with a wayward adult child with a deep, dark hickey would. "Beilschmidt, get in here!" He barked his order at the man in the bathroom. Arthur gazed sourly at Alfred, his voice barely going past a harsh whisper. "I thought I've raised you better than this. I thought I've raised you to be a respectable young man. Though if you want to be used as a prisoner's toy and become a sex offender, that's your business, right? I certainly didn't raise you to do half of the rubbish you've done to disappoint me."

As much as he hated to admit it, Arthur's words had stung him in way that he couldn't even imagine. He couldn't tell if he wanted to punch his foster father or start bawling in front of him. He probably wouldn't even be in the situation if Arthur had believed him in the first place and had helped him out. He could only shoot Arthur a deadly look.

Alfred sat in uncomfortable silence as he heard Gilbert rush to finish spitting out toothpaste. He wondered how his relationship with his own foster father went so wrong. He started to remember the catalyst to his estranged relationship with Arthur.

Alfred was trying to sleep one autumn night. The thirteen year old tossed and turned in his bed, staring up at his Styrofoam planet model mobile that hung from his ceiling. His guardian had let in two strange individuals into their house and was more than likely still accompanying them. Both of the men that entered the house were both abnormal looking. The first man with light brown hair wore red velvet garments and had fang implants that made him look like a vampire. The other man was donned fine leather and a velvet hooded cloak that hide his hair. The man's face was covered with a Venetian mask. The only feature of the man that was not hidden was the man's blue eyes.

He preferred not to remember the scene that took place that night in Arthur's study or what Arthur liked to refer to as his "altar." The degrading things that the vampire man with the strange accent did to Arthur and call him while the masked man watched was something that Alfred never wanted to see ever again. Yet Arthur had the gall to tell him that he was the one that was being used as a "toy."

Gilbert walked out of the bathroom and wrapped his arms around Alfred, resting his chin upon Alfred's shoulder. Since he knew of Alfred's feelings for him, he didn't see a reason not to be more openly affectionate towards him, even if it was in front the institute owner who also happened to be Alfred's foster father. "So, what's going on? You're obviously not here to chit-chat with the awesome me and Alfred." He questioned Arthur, whose fists was shaking at seeing them two together.

"You both have a PPG graph and a lie detector test scheduled for today after group therapy. If one or both of you decide to skive off, you both will be penalized for it. I'll be keeping a close eye on both of you, so watch your steps," Arthur quickly exited the room, in a huff.

"You can remove the gerbil from your ass at anytime, Kirkland," Gilbert yelled at the open door, "it might help you feel better to where you're not as much of a dick!" Alfred looked at the doorway, apprehensively to see if Arthur overheard Gilbert's insolent words. Alfred exhaled loudly when Arthur didn't return. Alfred felt Gilbert pat him on the arm. "Don't worry about him, liebe. He's a dick and you can't change someone's personality." Gilbert wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist in a comforting matter. "We'll get through today without any issues to spite the prick." Gilbert pecked Alfred on the cheek.

Stepping into the group therapy didn't help ease Alfred's guilt one bit. He felt guilty about his own feelings for Gilbert, thanks to the Brit's scathing tongue. None of Gilbert's sweet caresses, kisses, or words helped Alfred feel any better. He felt like a slut. He felt like a slut for his feelings for Gilbert. Ivan staring at his neck made him feel even more self-conscious about what happened between him and Gilbert.

"You two look very attached to each other now, non?" Gilbert turned to see Francis grinning at him, waggling his eyebrows.

"You think I'm jumping the gun on this one," It was more of a question than it was a statement.

"You're asking the wrong person that question, mon ami," Francis shrugged, "Mon ex-femme and the mother of my daughter, as beautiful and wonderful as she was, she was only supposed to be a one-night stand. However, several months of amour passionneé, I impregnated her and married her. Not because I had to, I married her because I wanted to."

"I didn't know you have a daughter," That is one thing that Gilbert can say about Francis; the man was full of surprises, "how long were you married for?"

"Oui, my daughter is the same age as your little blond friend there," Francis pointed towards Alfred's direction. Alfred was chatting enthusiastically to Kiku about video games, "I was married to her mother for ten years. My ex-wife and I fought over where to live. I wanted to stay in Paris and she hated it in France and wanted to go back to her home country. Long story short, we divorced and she took my daughter with her."

"It's hard to imagine that you and Antonio are almost forty," Gilbert joked. Francis scoffed and mumbled that he was still young.

Antonio leaned towards the two and chimed in, "well, it's kind of hard to imagine you as the cute kid who played around in Teutonic knight costumes."

Once the trio showed each other pictures of when they were younger. Neither Gilbert nor Francis saw the harm of showing Antonio pictures of them when they were children. They both knew of his past, but it wasn't like Antonio could molest the children in the photos. Gilbert was shocked of how much Antonio could read what he and Francis were like as children just from seeing a few photos. Antonio predicted that Gilbert was a rambunctious child who calmed down when he found something that he found adorable and lived in an unsafe environment. What Antonio said about him as a kid was surprisingly accurate.

So accurate that Gilbert almost believed that Antonio would be perfect as a daycare worker. Almost. While the Spaniard seemed like he would be great at understanding and getting along with kids, there was one obvious reason why Gilbert was wary about Antonio being around children. In fact, if Gilbert had met Antonio two decades ago, he probably would've been molested like the other children that Antonio had been fond of. It was extremely unnerving to think about, but it wasn't something that Gilbert was going to lose his friendship with the man over.

"Gilbert, you might want to be careful today," Francis warned, "the dungeon master to this place is in one of his moods today."

The albino snorted, "That would explain why he came into Alfred's and my room this morning with an attitude from hell."

"Oui, I also was caught in the crossfire of his ire this morning," Francis nodded, "he confiscated the CD I was listening to. He couldn't appreciate the work of Monsieur Serge Gainsbourg's `Love on the Beat' and referred to it as `perverted French trash.' His attempts at removing so-called harmful material are very reminiscent of the old book-burnings that happened in history books."

"Sorry to hear about that, man. Sobriety must be one hell of a bitch when Kirkland is considered."

"I doubt a few days can be considered sobriety, mi amigo." Antonio chimed in. "that hombre drinks like a fish."

Gilbert quickly turned his head towards Alfred's direction to check up on the blond. After noticing that Alfred was alright, Gilbert quickly turned his head back towards the duo in front of him. "So, Antonio. Has any inmates been giving you shit lately?"

"No, thankfully," Antonio exhaled deeply, "you think in a place with only other sex offender inmates that it would be safer than prison. But instead, I've got black-shirts and red-shirts who want to hurt me here, because my crimes are against children."

"I understand that feeling," Gilbert patted Antonio on the shoulder like someone would pat a child in order for them to calm down. "I get hell over what I done to Ludwig. Incest isn't a favorite around here. Neither is being gay. Other inmates just pick on 'weaker' inmates in order to claim themselves the big, bad sex offenders on this joint." Gilbert glanced over at Alfred again.

"I doubt your little lover is going anywhere, mon ami," Francis joked.

Gilbert pouted slightly, "I can't help it!"

"I'm not judging you. I've been in your situation myself, twice in fact. With my ex-wife and with a gentleman I've known since childhood."

"I've also been your situation too," Antonio chimed in, "my little Lovino was so cute when he was a kid. He was so feisty and pouty. That cute little rascal is still like that today. Never before have I ever seen an adult as cute as him."

"You in love with an adult? That's quite a shock, Antonio! You're fucking with me, right? There's no way that you could-" Gilbert joked.

"Why is it such a shock?" Antonio questioned them, oblivious to why Gilbert considered the possibility of him considering an adult to be the love of his life so mind-boggling. Though, the thought of Lovino rarely coming to visit him made Antonio a bit morose. Perhaps Lovino would finally come visit him someday . . . "When we get out of here, I wouldn't mind having a drink with you two. If I can have this much fun with you two sober and locked up. I wonder how much fun you two would be under the influence."

"That would be an excellent idea, Antonio," Francis nodded, "I can get some very good champagne and the three of us would have a blast."

"No champagne for me, thanks," Antonio shook his head, grinning, "Sangria is a better type of wine, Francis. You should try it some time."

"While you two winos sip on your sissy drinks, I'll be having a manly drink," Gilbert shot back, "I only drink schnapps and beer. Oh well, I suppose that we can find a bar that would serve us all three what we want."

A warm hand grasps Gilbert's bicep. Gilbert cocked his head to see Alfred snuggle against his arm, looking like he was seconds away from dozing off. Gilbert wrapped his arm around Alfred and leaned against the blond. Gilbert smiled at how adorable Alfred looked and relaxed against him. He felt Francis and Antonio looking at him and turned to glare at them. Both men leered at the two, as if they seen a naked clown walk into the room. Gilbert mouthed silently for the two to quit staring at them. He didn't want his friends to ruin the moment for him.

After the typical dull group therapy session had ended, Gilbert led Alfred to the rooms where the PPG and lie detector test was located. Alfred looked extremely skittish as he walked alongside Gilbert. Gilbert couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight. "Relax, liebe. This isn't the type of test that you could pass or fail at. Just go in there and let them treat you like a lab rat. It'll be over before you know it."

"That's not very comforting, you jackass!" Alfred pouted, not wanting to go through with either procedure.

Gilbert smirked lightheartedly and pecked Alfred on the lips, "you'll be just fine. I promise!"


Sorry for the wait. If anyone has enough free time to look up the lyrics to some of the songs on Serge Gainsbourg's album `Love on a Beat,' you'll find out why that album suits Francis so well (and why the CD was confiscated).

Skive off – Playing hooky.

Mon ami – My friend

Ex-femme – Ex-wife

amour passionneé – Passionate love

Monsieur –Mister. In Serge Gainsbourg's case, one of his nicknames is Monsieur Gainsbourg. The more you know

Mi amigo – My friend

Hombre – Man

Sangria – Wine Punch