After the lunch, having talked about meeting altogether int he night, Roderich stared to Vash while they walked back to their room.
"Do you want to go to study for a while?
Vash nodded relaxing only with the idea. He was exhausted... it was as if they drained his energy.
"In the room or in the library?"
"Let's go to our room... I need silence, and privacy" and a time alone with you...
"Let's go then" he nodded. (Let's go to play with you sexual arousal physiology, that is the most interesting thing about you)
(. what?!)
(Ajem)
(he has other interesting things)
Vash squeezed softly Roderich's hand and looked at him sideways.
"Are you ok?"
"I am... I feel better now."
"You seemed a little dizzy or something."
"I am a bit overwhelmed, in general... Let's say I liked my life better last week."
"Are my family so horrible?"
"No, no. Not at all... It's just that last week I wouldn't have minded to sit there and hear all about your essay and that, and now I'm sick and the essay is about me and..."
"But no one knows."
"But I know... and it makes me nervous. And I am making you lie for me saying things about your brother that you shouldn't share just to protect me...
"Don't be worried about that..."
"I try not to worry... really. AS well as I try not to panic when we are surrounded by people."
Roderich laughed
"But right now I feel free and happy to be again alone with you instead of still there."
"That's pretty good" he smiled. Vash smiled back, opening the door of their room and letting Roderich enter first.
"Maybe we could continue with the essay."
Ooooooooook... Vash relaxation just... evaporated. Roderich's superpower.
"How do you feel about it?"
"Ehm... I... N-Now?"
"No? Are you tired?"
"I didn't say no, I just... I am..."
"You don't have to be aroused for this part."
"O-Ok..." He sat on the bed.
"But you must be naked. I want to mesure."
"WHAT?!"
"Of course, while the aroused and... in rest."
"You want to measure my... intimate parts?! Nooo!"
"Vash..." He rolled the eyes.
"Will you let me measure yours?"
"Why? You want to compare?"
"I-I want to be in... I... you are not going to touch me or measure... my... Roderich it is embarrassing" Vash blushed.
"Vash, I will touch you when I will mesure the time you take to be aroused and to ejaculate if someone else estimulated you."
"Ejac... oh dear god" Vash wanted to die... yes.
"Those are not the only scenarios I want to test."
"C-Can w-we just... try... once... I am not sure I can actually stand there and let you measure me several times."
"Try once what?"
"The... naked part. Maybe I can measure myself and tell you."
"Ah, that prove... no, I don't think that is a good idea, you must get used to my touch. And that is a less violent way."
"G-Get used to your..." Vash sighed... not knowing how was he going to get used to his touch... on the contrary... things were going to get worse.
"We can do the interview first if you want."
"No. Let's do this first" Vash decided. "I need to go to the bathroom first."
"Are you planing to masturbate before?"
Vash blushed but frowned and denied with his head.
"No, I just want to pee..." he mumbled walking to the bathroom.
"Then go, and let the door open" He layed on the bed taking his notes. "I prefer to prove if you get aroused now too. Or well, maybe you could let me see how you do it, because I want to take notes."
"I'm not leaving the door open... just give me two minutes alone, please."
"I'm not planing to stand up, just want you to hear me."
"On how do I pee? Ugh! "Vash closed the door and once inside he decided the only possible way not to get excited with Roderich was to feel pain at the same time... problem was how. He sighed, looked to the wall, closed his eyes and hit it HARD with his fist...
Roderich jumped scared with the noise and stood up.
"Are you Ok?
"Shit! Yes... ugh... yes. Yes I am alright."
"It sounded bad, did you fall or something?"
"N-No... I... I'm ok" Vash opened the door, with the hand on his back, and a weird face, and walked again to the bed.
"Mmm..."
A sweaty Vash stood next to Roderich and started undoing his pants with only one hand.
"Hey, hey, wait!"
"W-What?"
"I have to..." He went to search a ruler and paper.
"Well do it, now" He ordered, serious
"Eh?"
"You wanted to measure me, right... Well hurry!"
"Ok, ok..." He obeyed pulling Vash's pants and underwear down, kneeling down in front of him.
Vash blushed... and closed his eyes, shaking a bit. He also closed his hand trying to feel the paaaaaaaain
Roderich sighed and blushed, nervous. Raising a hand and deciding caresse the Vash's leg, before to really touch him to make him more confortable and calm... and this became less violent.
"I-I... I'm sorry..." Vash whispered.
"What?"
"I-I'm trying..." He whispered again touching his shoulder and trembling.
"What are you trying?" Roderich moved the hand to really... touch him. Waiting to avoid the nerves with the conversation.
The jump!
"Shhh, Vash, come on" He took a step to him again and prepared the measuring tape.
The problem was that... His manhood... Wasn't relaxed
Whitout thinking, Roderich caressed... that zone too before mesuring it, only to try to calm him.
"Oh... N-No... Stop. Stop stop!" He blushed and tried to cover himself with the injured hand, having forgotten his problem.
"Vash, it's just a moment" replied Roderich without letting him put his hand.
"You cannot touch me... Don't see!" He panicked for a second flinching in pain with his hand. "Ou! Shit!"
"Shhhh calm down. Nothing is happening" he measured without much accuracy.
"I hate myself!" He yelled, frustrated
"Don't do it. Look, it's pretty big."
"It's not Big! It's SMALL!"
"Shhh" He laughed a bit and caressed him there again to confort him. Then the obvious trend is to get... Bigger.
"Vash..." suddenly, someone knocked the door and then this was oppened to let the Arthur's head came in the room, searching for the blonde guy.
"R-Roderich..." Vash tried to control himself, to prevent his body to react, to move the stupid hand and feel pain, to yell at Roderich and be mean... and he only was able to moan his name.
"Oh... Oh my... I'm sorry! "yelled Arthur after taking a few seconds to understand what was happening, closing the door again.
Vash wanted to DIE. But to die... And die again. I think he ends up under he bed
"Golly, what an inconvenience" protested Roderich letring him go. Really, Roderich? "inconvenience"? Anyway, with all the calm, he wrote the measures he took on his notebook.
Vash whimpered sobbing in silence.
"So... well. Pull your pants up and go to check what he wants."
"Nooo... I'll never go out of here again..." Vash sniffled
"Vash... He was looking for you, don't you think that the guiltiest thing is... precisely to never go out of there again?" Roderich layed on the bed. "You must go and explain him what exactly were were doing or he could report us. It would be the most cynical thing to do, knowing what he has been doing with my brother, but some people are not very clever.
Vash sniffled again, feeling nervous, scared and a bit humiliated.
"Vaaash... come on" Roderich let his hand drop down from the bed so Vash could take it.
It took a few seconds to Vash to notice the hand there, and a few more to reach for it, but he managed to do it, slowly, knowing that Roderich was right and he needed to go out there and explain Arthur.
He was not even thinking on the part where Arthur and Francis' brother were doing something.
Roderich caressed a little Vash's hand with his thumb. Vash closed his eyes and squeezed him in return, feeling a bit better. Thanks to this feeling he gathered the courage to crawl out from under the bed.
"Do you feel better?"
He was not able to look at Roderich to the eyes... His hand was also swollen and hurt him again.
"Yes" He whispered, not looking good. At all.
"Come here..." Roderich pulled Vash towards him. Vash let him pull him, leaning against him. "What happened to your hand?"
"I punched the wall."
"Why?"
"I have to go and talk with Arthur..."
"Yes... Are you OK?"
He shook his head and tried to wipe the tears he shed under the bed as discreet as possible.
"But I'll be ok. L-Let me go and talk with him..."
"Really?" combed his hair a little.
Vash wanted to hug him. And he wanted to cry. Because it was him the naked one, not Roderich. And Roderich didn't understand how bloody difficult was all this. And also Arthur was going to think exactly what he had asked him before. He was going to think that they were a couple. And they were not. Oddly enough that was what hurt Vash the most... he had to go out there and deny something convincingly when he was absolutely guilty as charged.
"I promise I will do my best to make him understand that we were only doing an investigation... and if he doesn't believe me I will confess him that I am sick and that you are trying to help me. He will certainly not think that you are..." like me, he thought. "homo-homosexual, I won't let him."
Roderich sighed.
"I'm sorry... I should have locked the door" to add insult to injury... it was his fault.
"Maybe Arthur won't believe you.
"Then I'll tell you that I am and... that I forced you" it was not complete lie...
"I mean... he is... If he really is one..."
"He?"
"Arthur, if he is really an homosexual."
"Arthur?"
"Yes."
"Ah, you say it because he was... doing that..."
"Yes."
"Oh..." He realized that the drama was not that dramatic...
"Listen... sooner or later, Francis will break up his heart. Then, for sure he will go to search the closer person who accept him to confort himself. Maybe he would want to build a new relationship with you if he believe that you are homosexual and you are... trying to hide it."
"Oh..."
"Do you know what I mean?"
"That if he is really... that way, he will want to... be with me as a... couple? Maybe he doesn't like me."
"It doesn't really matter if he is a pervert and you are only other boy who, according to him, is like him."
"Don't call him a pervert."
"All homosexuals are perverts, but that isn't the point here, Vash. Focus."
"Maybe he doesn't want to be one. Maybe he is sick and scared and wants me to help him."
"Well, then, give him treatment."
"I probably will... If I find out what to give him."
Roderich rolled his eyes.
"Can we discuss this later? He will get even more ideas if we are still here..."
"Maybe you should tell him that I'm you partner if he wants to do something pervert on you."
"Wh-What?" He blushed again, and he was actually quite pale now since he was scared.
"To dodge the bullet... I mean.
"So... you want me to tell him that I am... and you are... and we are... so he won't... think"
"No, it's an emergency answer just in case he wants to do something bad."
"Oh... Well, ok, I will tell him that only if needed."
"That's it."
Vash nodded and well, I have to say he is really disheveled.
Maybe he could go out of breath and with a big smile to convince Arthur that... it... was an experiment and they aren't homosexuals.
Suuuure, and Arthur will believe him. Of course.
Vash looked at Roderich, and sighed.
"W-Well.. I'm going out. Wish me luck."
"Good luck."
Vash nodded and well... went to the door. He cleared his throat and opened it. Roderich went to lie down again, writing on the notebook and... existing.
So... Vash went out of the room expecting to find Arthur. But... I think that Arthur came back to the morgue...
Francis arrived to the morgue just a few seconds before Arthur, he was there when arthur came.
Well. yes! When ARthur came in, Francis in person was there. He was paralized, and after a second... tried to run away.
"Eh! Wait a second! Arthur, come on, I'm here to invite you somewhere!"
"Nooo!"
"Well, ok, fine, I'll stay here in your morgue messing up with your things."
Arthur ran away to be hidden in an office. Francis went to the door and then returned deciding to see if Arthur had anything worth knowing here...
He ought to have secrets, right?
Mmm... here where?
The morgue, no? Francis went to the door and then returned deciding to see if Arthur had anything worth knowing there...
Oh, well
No? Francis HATES Arthur running away.
It's the morgue, it's of all the University... maybe in his room
Francis then got bored after just five minutes there.
He isn't the only student on forensic medicine
Is Arthur going to spy him?
Yes. YES.
Francis reviewed everything around him... And stopped when he found an AWFUL... What the hell was that? A finger? An intestine? A... Dick? What the... It smelled and was DISGUSTING and made him nauseous.
"Puaaaaaaj!"
Francia probably is going to get sick... (Vomit)
"What the hell are you doing?!" Arthur came out, scolding him.
"There... Ugh! There is something..." yes, he was going to get sick, he ran to the nearest possible trash can
"Why did you put it in your face?!" Arthur took it off of his hands
"Puaaaaaj! That's..." well, half of the food to the trash can, yeah...
"You are disgusting! "he protested, keeping the... thing on his place.
"Me? Ugh! Why do you have that?! There!"
"It's a bloody morgue, what the hell do you expect?"
"Dead people! Not pieces inside a drawer!"
"We have pieces of death people too!"
"Thats... uuuuuuugh!" He vomits again. Arthur rolled his eyes.
"So sensitive."
"It SMELLS! And it is disgusting.. and creepy!"
"Why did you put it on your Face?
"I just looked at it, I thought It was a secret!"
"It's obvious you are stupid then."
"I'm not stupid!"
"Yes, you are."
"You are more stupid for running away."
"I'm not vomiting."
"Well that's true, but you ran away and you are stupid..."
"And you smelled a piece of a corpse. So, you win."
"Ugh! Don't say it that way! You KEEP the piece of the corpse! That makes YOU stupid."
"That makes me a forensic doctor!"
"Give me your handkerchief"
He took it out, rolling the eyes again
"At least I made you come back" He smiled, cleaning his face.
"You are an idiot" took out too his drugs case to, serching for something.
"Are you going to insult me all the time?" Francis smiled.
"Yes! You deserve it!" He put a pill on Francis's mouth.
"I wha... What's... What is it?!"
"Swallow, you fool." Said Arthur putting his hand on Francis' mouth to force him to do it. "The first one is for free, but you have to pay for the next ones."
Francis heart rate went up as he swallowed, looking Arthur in the eye and wrapping a hand around the suppressing wrist.
"Good boy" He smiled mischeviously.
He was... Weird. Not precisely handsome, with his crooked teeth and shabby look. He also was completely unpredictable and quite dangerous... He had wanted to strangle him earlier, now this. For what is worth, it didn't make Francis heart go any slower.
Arthur let him go. But Francis didn't, still holding his wrist.
"W-What is it?"
Arthur shrugged, not saying a word.
"Did you drug me to rape me later or something?" Francis smiled nervously "Because I certainly would like to remember what happened tomorrow."
"Whaaat?" He blushed. "I don't have any interest on rape you... or on being raped or... I'm not a rappish! It was a mint droop, idiot!" He confesed. Yes, only for the bad taste on his mouth.
(Why, then, did you make him swallow?)
(Shut up! I perfectly know how that things work!)
(No, you have no idea.)
"A mint..." Francis whispered and thought that certainly, this man was a genius. Since the only thing that prevented him to kiss him was his vomit breath... So he wasted no more time and just EATED him with a kiss.
"MMMPF!" Arthur was absolutely taken by surprise.
How on earth was he taken by surprise, it was completely obvious.
No! It was absolutely out of any context!
Is he kissing him back?
Ehm... nobody knows. I think he is drowning by his own clumsiness trying to do something not really clear. He is trying to kiss him back at the same time he is trying to avoid the kiss.
Wonderful
So, as a result, he is drowning.
Well, don't worry. Vash enters the morgue at precisely this moment.
That's why they are friends.
Yes.
"Oh..."
Francis separated from the kiss but he was still holding Arthur's wrist.
"...the hell!?"
Francis turned his head to see who was there, and relaxed when he saw it was his brother's lover. (His whaaaaat?! You can hear Vash scream).
Arthur pushed him pretty hard, and Francis, then, fell to the floor.
"You bloody bastard!"
Vash hesitated and decided to do exactly what Arthur did a few minutes ago, that was turn around and leave them alone. (Arthur didn't see Vash)
It took Francis a few seconds to react, specially because he hurt his back when he fell to the floor. (What Arthur really hurt was his pride)
"Connard... "whispered Francis from the floor.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"Me? What the HELL are YOU doing! You fucking coward!"
"You bloody bastard! Don't kiss me!"
"You kissed me too! You kissed me, you did everything for me to kiss you when and it is completely coward of you to fucking BLAME me once someone sees us! And with him! What do you think he's going to do? Eh?!"
"Whaaat? Someone saw it?"
"Vash! And you have just told my crazy brother that he is fucking right! Because YOU ARE A COWARD!"
"V-Vash?"
Francis looked at him breathing hard
"Oh my god! "Arthur ran to search him.
Francis hates him. He didn't even really listen him! Agh!
He listened him, or he wouldn't knew that Vash what watched them.
Yes but he didn't listen to the important part!
Which important part?
The part where he was mad, and he was a coward!
Bla bla bla
No blablabla! Francis stayed there for a couple fo minutes, and then decided to go with his mother
"Muuuuum Arthur was cruel with meeeeee"
No, is more like "Muuuum, Arthur is not interested..."
"He didn't love meeeeeee and I can't handle the idea of someome who doesn't love meeeeeee"
What really pisses him off is that his stupid brother always win. He is ALWAYS the fool.
"Muuuuuum I'm the fooooool"
Why is Arthur still here, he had run away again, hadn't he?
Yes, yes... But... well, yes... well... shut up! You dumbs!