"Vaaaaaaaash"
Vash was waiting for Arthur just outside the morgue.
"Vaaaash" He ran looking for him.
"Arthur, I'm here"
"Vash... VASH!" He blushed. Vash blushed too, fidgeting in his place, nervous. "You... ehm..." Arthur have not idea of what say.
"Ehm... You..." countered Vash... So clever, both.
"W-W-What d-did you... ehm..."
"It's a... scientific research"
"Did you really se... what?"
"What?"
"Scientific research?"
"Y-Yes, an e-essay... were you kissing Roderich's brother?"
"A essa... I DON'T KISS NOBODY!" yes, with double negation because he was hysterical.
"But he kissed you."
"NOBODY KISSED NO ONE NEVER AND NOWHERE!"
Vash closed his mouth and looked at him apologetically.
"H-He attacked me! I didn't want it! He is a pervert!"
"Oh..." for a few minutes, Vash had felt that he had found at least one other person that would also be sick and a weirdo like him. But of course, he was wrong, he was the only pervert here... well, and Francis. He blushed a little. "Don't call him a pervert, he is just... sick."
"That was obviously perversion!"
Vash sighed, again in panic. He was also a pervert, and sick, and Roderich was wrong...
"W-Well, nerver mind, I just wanted to let you know that o-obviously what you saw between me and Ro-Roderich is not what you think..."
"You and... Oh my god! You and Roderich!"
"Noo! No, no, really... is not that!"
"Well, that doesn't matter because Francis... oh my God! Francis!"
"Arthur! Please listen to me!"
"I'm listening you" no, he didn't. "But we need to move or Francis will come!"
Vash thought for a second that maybe be... Well maybe he could talk with Francis, he seemed to be the only one to understand him...
"Roderich is doing his essay and I'm helping him"
"Yes, yes, you are in love. I'm sorry, but doesn't really matters now!" he wrapped a hand arround Vash's wrist, and pulled of him.
"What?! WE ARE NOT IN LOVE!"
"Shhhh! He will hear you!"
"I don't care! Stop saying that!"
"Well! You can stay here and distract him while I go!"
"I'm bloody talking to you!" Vash protested, getting angry and frustrated.
"It's great, really, congratulations... but isn't the best moment."
Vash looked at him intently, fuming, while Arthur looked for Francis. Vash wanted to punch him in the face. Yeah... everybody understands.
"You are not bloody listening to me!"
"Vash! Really!" He protested.
"If I hear you, ONCE, talk about this..." He went forward, and took Arthur agressively by his clothes.
"Ah?"
"I'm serious. If you ever say ANYTHING of what you saw, or what you think you saw, or ANYTHING about us being in love. I swear to god I will...I will hurt you!"
"W-What? Why?"
"Because I don't want you talking about that, ok? Now SWEAR that you will not tell anyone."
"Why not?"
"What? What do you mean with "why not"?"
"Well... I know why not to talk with other people"
"If you know, why are you asking me why not?"
"Because that way, It seems that you don't want to talk about it either."
"I-I... I... I..."
"Aha?"
"What do you care?!"
"Well, we are friends... aren't we?"
Vash swallowed still grabbing Arthur's shirt.
"Y-Yes.. Yes" He whispered.
"So?"
"Aren't you going to.. report me or whatever?"
"What? Why?"
"You think we are a couple. We are not, but you think so."
"Aren't you?" Arthur raised an eyebrow, without believing.
"N-No, but..." He sighed thinking... maybe he could tell someone... "If I tell you something very very personal...".
"Like what? He was touching you. Never in my whole life I touched a friend that way."
"It's part of the essay. He is investigating, but I... I... I..." He swallowed again. "I kind of... like... him."
"Ha! I knew it!"
Vash blushed.
"It's not that I am an homosexual or anything, I just... he... he..."
"Oh, come on!"
"I'm not! I just like HIM"
"Everybody knows!"
"T-That I-I like him? Or that I am..." Vash looked at him, worried.
"That you are a couple!"
Maybe that was the reason why no one ever talked to him. Maybe everyone knew that he wa... Arthur stopped vash train of thoughts.
"We are not a couple. If Roderich finds out that I am... what... I... that I like him THAT way, he will report me, and he will never ever talk to me again, he hates homosexuals. Please, PLEASE don't tell him."
"What? Don't be fool, he can't hate the homosexuals and try to arouse you at the same time."
"It is because he has an essay!"
Arthur rolled his eyes
"You don't believe me!
"The problem here is that you believe him."
"W-What?"
"You!"
"Well Of course I believe him, why would he lie?"
"Because he obviously has other intentions with you!"
"O-Other intentions like what?"
"Like Francis! He wants to have sex with you!"
"He-He doesn't!" Vash BLUSHED.
"Yes, he does, but doesn't say to you because he doesn't want you... to be scared or that you think that he is a pervert or who knows!"
"D-Do you think so?"
"Of course! You are a fool if you don't see it, why in the hell he would kiss you if he didn't want... that?" said Arthur, but he was talking with himself, of Francis again.
"He hasn't kissed me as Francis kissed you"
"That's so strange! I didn't kiss him back... well, I kissed him but not in that way! I'm not gay!"
Vash raised his eyebrows.
"Maybe you only like... him"
"He is obviously misunderstanding everything!"
"What?"
"I hate him!"
"D-Do you? I saw you pushing him away..."
"That's why he is misunderstanding!"
"What?"
"I... I want to push him! To a pile of shit!"
"T-To a pile... What?!"
"Of shit!"
"Yes, I understand. But why? Because he is homosexual?"
"No! Because I hate him!"
"Because he is homosexual?"
"No! Because he is an idiot!"
"Is he?"
"Of course!"
I "Why?"
"You listened what he said, didn't you?"
"What did he say?"
"He... He said... all that he said was a bullshit! And that way of doing it" Arthur imitated Francis mockingly.
"Oh... Well... Ehm... I don't think he is that bad..."
"Why not?"
"At least he tells you... And he wants something nice with you."
"No!" he blushed.
"Roderich only..."
"Who?"
"Roderich."
"What about him?"
"What do you mean? I was going to compare him with his brother."
"Aha?"
"He doesn't want to kiss me or anything."
"Of course he wants, he was touching you!"
"But not that way... Unless you are right."
"Vash, It's obvious. Could we come back to the important topic now?"
"What's the important topic?"
"Francis!"
"Oui?" asked Francis.
"WAAAAAAH!" Arthud screamed, jumping. Vash jumped too, specially because of Arthur's scream.
"So you are talking about me, huh?"
"NOO!" He blushed, trying to hide himself behind Vash.
"You said Francis"
"I-I... I was talking of OTHER Francis, you aren't the only one of the world!"
"Ohhh... Which other Francis? Another one?"
"Yes!"
"One that is more handsome than me?"
"Of course!"
Francis laughed, getting closer, and Arthur took a step back, moving away from Francis... and Vash.
"So... Are you going to run away again, coward"
"I'm not running away!"
"You are running away, Of course..., you are a coward."
"You aren't realizing what I'm doing, of course... you are an idiot."
"And you only are able to insult me."
"The same that you."
"I have not insulted you now!"
"You said coward. You are too idiot to listen to yourself, aren't you?"
"You ARE a coward..." Francis smiled, dangerously... He was still very mad, and wanted revenge.
"And you are an IDIOT" Arthur felt as the winner.
"I don't mind if a coward calls me idiot, at least I have a pair of balls to do whatever I want."
"Whatever stupid thing that you want, because you can't think of anything good... that's why I don't mind if you call me... whatever."
"I can think of you... Aren't you good?"
"You... shouldn't do it" He blushed a little anyways.
Vash looked at them as if he were watching a tennis match. Lucky guy, you love tennis :D
"Are you always so... Bitter?"
"Yes, especially with the ones I don't like."
"For not liking me, you kissed me very passionately." Francis rolled his eyes.
"I DIDN'T KISS YOU!"
"Coward"
"Idiot!"
"I am going to stop liking you! You are boring and too difficult!"
"Fine! I don't like you and I don't want you to like me!"
"Well, fine! I'm begging to get tired!"
"Perfect, because I have a lot of better things to do!"
Francis frowned because Vash was here again and he was going to tell his brother. Arthur turned arround to go out, so determined. And he wanted to go out with Arthur... But the idiot...
"What are you doing?" asked Francis not believing it.
"I'm leaving!"
Francis hated him... He was... Rejecting him. And he wasn't sure why.
Just two steps away, Arthur looked Francis sideways just to know if he was following him.
"You... You cannot leave that way" oddly enough Francis took a step towards him. It was unfair and it irritated him, because he had been quite nice and charming and Arthur did like him. He was SURE. And he was very mad at him and wanted to punch him and yell at him and make him say that he DID like him.
"No? Well, who will come to stop me? You?" practically he stopped and waited for him.
Francis hesitated. The problem was Vash... He didn't want him to tell his brother that Arthur had rejected him, or pushed him to the floor. As innocent as cute as he looked, he could imagine him perfectly well saying "Francis was begging him", he felt the anger rise up in his belly again.
"Connard..." he murmured holding his head up and walking to Arthur with a forced smile.
"What are you doing? Who in the hell thinks that french is a good language to insult? Only an idiot" He stopped the door to let him out first.
"Do you ever shut up?"
"Never!"
"I'll make you shut up at once."
"No, you didn't!" Arthur think that Francis is talking about the kiss of before. It's a bit... unconscious accusation to himself.
"I do it and I will do it" Francis visibly relaxed as soon as they were alone, although he still was mad at Arthur, no frowning.
"Of course not!" He walked automatically without thinking, only focused on Francis.
"But first... You need to say you are sorry."
"I'm definitly not sorry for anything."
Francis walked without answering a few more steps.
"Where is your room? Can we talk in your room?"
"We are not going to my room!" He yelled, because is exactly where they were going, before Arthur noticed.
"Well we will have to go to another room then, because you and I need to set some rules."
"The only room you need is keep ten meters away from me" He answered without realize that he changed rule for room because he was nervous and is thinking in other dangerous things.
"And he keeps saying this shit... Is incredible" Francis mumbled to himself following Arthur o wherever he was leading them.
"Are those too difficult words for your little inteligence?" He asked, walking again to his room. Francis looked at him again.
"Why do you keep insulting me?"
"Because I loathe all about you!" so passionated. Francis smiled a bit hearing that.
"From loathe to love... There are only three words"
"Letters, idiot, and that's not the point!
"Letters, yes" Francis frowned again a bit. "What's the point then?"
"The point is that it won't change. No way!"
"We'll see" Francis sighed.
"Yes you will see how I'm right" He opened the door of his room.
Francis smiled again and entered first. The room was exactly as Roderich and Vash's one... but it seemed really smaller, because it was full of books... and things, not in the best order, but not untidy really. Ang it had two beds.
Francis looked around realizing the amount of books and trinkets around him.
"Who is your roommate?" (Who is your poor poor roommate)
"He isn't here today... I'm not sure. I don't care" He shrugged.
"So he will not be back, huh?" He asked taking a book from the table and looked it through, not paying much attention to it.
"Who knows?"
"You know nothing then... Is this yours? Or you don't know?" Francis turned around to see him.
"Don't touch!" he snatched it from his hands. "Of course I know what is mine and what's from... that... Matthew or whatever."
"Alright, I am probably going to need to meet this Mathieu boy at some point... for now, please lock the door."
"I will lock when you get out! Why are you here?" Did you realize just now, Arthur?
Francis smiled again and winked to Arthur.
"We need to set some rules... it seem to me that you have never had a thing like this..."
He blushed and took a step back.
"I know it's not... easy. And it is scary if someone sees us kissing, for example, but you cannot push me away or blame ME of being a pervert when we both have been doing it."
"I'm not doing nothing!" double negation again, Arthur, your inconcious is trying to say someting to you.
"You kissed me" Francis looked at him in the eye.
"No! I didn't!"
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Francis frowned.
"W-What?" Do you really think that he seems to have the smallest idea not only about what is he trying, but also about what the hell is going on?
"Yes! You are so charming and smooth when I kiss you, then you are insufferable, then you kiss me my brain out, then you leave... and when I come back you kiss me back, but then you push me... I like you, really, but if you keep acting like a dickhead..."
"W-W-What?" the BLUSH on his said he liked him... didn't he? He did it! Why did he say it? Was he joking him? For sure it was some cruel and mocking joke!
"W-W-Whaaat?" Francis imitated. "You know perfectly well, you've been there! It's coward to blame everything on me. If you don't want to do this or if you are soooo full of prejudices, tell me, and I'll go and find someone else who's not an idiot as my brother."
Arthur opened and closed his mouth like a fish, without being able say a word of agreement or opposition.
Francis smiled a bit and took to steps towards him.
He took another step back... aaaaand feeeeeeell down on the beeeeeed
Only a second later Francis was on the bed too, too close but not touching him yet.
"Waaaaaah!" Arthur tried to run away, crawling back on the bed.
"Oh, come on!" protested Francis again not sure of what to do. He decided to touch Arthur, grabbing his leg and getting closer again.
"You! Stop! You are too close! Get back!"
"Can you please just... relax, for god sake." (Francis, Francis, Francis... always asking Arthur to relax... and failing)
"No!" he put his hands on Francis's shoulders, who sighed.
"Why are you resisting so much? What are you afraid of?"
"Because I. Loathe. You!"
"You love me?" Francis smiled weakly.
"No!" He jumped a little, pushing Francis to... to change their position and then be him the one on top.
Francis wasn't able to stop him. Actually he didn't even try, taken by surprise. Again his heart raced madly thinking hat this crazy man could... Suffocate him with the pillow and kill him, maybe... Or fuck him. He preferred the second option.
"Stop saying that! I'm not like you or your brother!"
"Me and my brother couldn't be more different" Francis whispered.
"Not on this!"
"You are saying you don't like men?"
"Yes!"
"Why did you kiss me then?"
"I didn't kiss you!"
Francis bit his own lip, it was the first time this happened to him.
"Why is it so embarrassing? You have nothing to lose..."
"I'm not embarrased!" He blushed, sitting on Francis's hip.
"You just blushed..." Francis looked at him intently. "You realize is not that easy, right? To kiss another man. By doing it, I'm giving you the power to do exactly what you are doing... Embarrass me, call me a pervert, even... go to the police."
"I won't go to the police, I'm not nazi" Arthur rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Francis laughed and closed his eyes.
"Are you afraid of being homosexual?"
"Whaat? Why are you laughing? It doesn't mean that... I like you or something!"
"I'm laughing because you are not nazi, and you don't want to go to the police... which is odd nowadays."
"It isn't odd! I'm british! And this is a neutral country!"
Francis smiled and opened his eyes, thinking... my father is going to DIE if he knows I have a british man on my bed. He's the enemy.
The british man glanced him sideways... and blushed a little again, avoiding his look, and smiling a little without notice for some strange reason.
"Since you are british and open minded... how do you know you don't like boys, if you don't... kiss me again?"
"W-w-what?"
"Are you deaf? Kiss me"
"No! You are an idiot! I don't want to kiss you!" Arthur hestiated... and finally frowned.
"Then let me go."
He hestiated again... and didn't move, blushing. Francis smiled and closed his eyes again.
"Maybe you could kiss my neck then..."
"I won't kiss you anywhere..."
"Booooooooring."
"It isn't boring!"
"It is completely boring!"
"It isn't!"
"Hmm... what would you like to do then?"
"W-W-What?" He blushed, it was easy to know what he was thinking.
"Mmmm... no, sorry, I'm not a whore... I need kisses to do that."
"W-What? I'm not thinking on a whore!"
"I am. Come on" Francis tried to sit.
Arthur fell a little but remained sitting. Francis got closer again... and tried to kiss him.
He raised his eyebrows and didn't move. Francis only brushed his lips against Arthur's
Arthur closed his eyes and opened the lips a little. So, Francis took advantage of the small window of opportunity and kissed Arthur, a soft and a bit hesitant kiss, just waiting to see if Arthur responded.
This time he responded.
Which finally relaaaaxed a bit the french boy, deepening the kiss.
Arthur let himself relax, doing it a little better than before.
Francis closed his eyes too and noticed, when the englishman finally relaxed, that he was sweeter and quite soft, not only the rough man that had kissed him earlier. His lips were chapped, but soft and delicate, and the bloody energy an need he emanated was... INCREDIBLE.
Arthur didn't notice anything. Except that this was incredible pleasant.
I think they will kiss, just kiss, for the next hour. Just kissing, slowly and passionately, and both will be giving the precise time after that.. I don't know if someone is going to interrupt them.
Really? Isn't a good idea.
Ohhhh, no? I mean obviously it isn't, but francis never gets what he wants, you are always EVIL.
No, because obviously you don't know how fast Arthur is get used to a kiss...
And if he gets used to being kissed for an hour, a less than an hour kiss will be a bad kiss.
Arthur... you are... France says that he loves you.
Nooooo
Yes, he's lovely and if he wants he can lose his virginity during that hour, Francis doesn't have any problem.
No, he isn't! No, that's not going to happen.
No? No sex? So Arthur wants to kiss for ten minutes without sex.
You said one hour!
Yes, and you complained!
And we complained again!
Yes, you said it was not a good idea!
Yes! But you want to steal us fifty minutes of kiss!
We don't, we were happy that way but you complained!
Because... because!
You only complain about things!
But you have to say "Ok, Arthur, don't worry, you aren't going to have less than an hour kisses" not "Ok, ten minutes kiss, then"
Francis said that he loved him.
But! But!
And you say it as if I could control Francis and the amount of time he kisses Arthur. I have to tell you that they have been kissing now for more than an hour...
Francis separated an eternity later, and kissed him in the cheek, breathing heavily.
And here Arthur went again.
He is so... sweet and lovable! Thing is... Francis is young and has hormones, you know... and a big fat... thing between his legs. Well, Arthur too but he didn't noticed.
Francis went directly to touch him and the british jumped like it was fire. The Edelstein brothers doing experiments
"Mmmmm"
"Nooo!" He yelled, protecting his part with the hands.
"W-What?" Francis mumbled, not understanding the problem.
"You! Don't touch me!"
Francis smiled and looked at him with the eyes half closed.
"I'm beginning to understand how you work..."
"What?"
Francis kissed him again, smiling and hugging him and Arthur was defeated like Napoleon on Waterloo (He chose the comparation by himself)
(Jum. Francis fumes)
Francis deepened the kiss, and the problem was that... He was actually an over horny young man. To be honest, with those kisses he didn't need to be particularly over horny... Arthur learned fast and the kisses were extremely pleasant.
Francis did not expect that... and stopped doing kisses and rubbing both of their... manhoods together, looking down and smiling a bit. Arthur blinked a little when the movement stopped.
"I thought you would... wait for me" Francis smiled, looking to Arthur's eyes.
"W-What?"
"Come on... touch me, please" Francis almost begged, going back to kissing him.
"T-That I touch... you?"
"Yes... My penis" direct and clear. Arthur hestiated but raised his hand to it
Francis moaned, smiling even more and closing his eyes, hiding on Arthur's neck. And had a lot of luck because Arthur had to little blood on his brain.
Francis whispered nonsense in French into Arthur's neck. Because of this he had a chill on his back. Francis had more than a chill...
So... Arthur had more than a blush when he noticed.
Welcome to the sex world, Arthur.
What the... ugh!
Francis smiled and hugged Arthur closely, not worrying at all for the mess he just had done. Arthur was still in shock.
So cute.
Nothing cute!
Totally cute. Francis kissed him in the neck, softly. And... for some reason, Arthur hugged Francis as if he wanted to keep... this moment.
Francis smiled even more relaxed, feeling Arthur very, very close. He was also convinced at this moment that Arthur may probably be, REALLY the man of his life (as he usually was every time he kissed someone or had sex with someone)
(Rooooolling eyes)
(Come on!)
(Cruel)
(No, it is not cruel, he will realize this is not like the other times)
Arthur realized just in that moment that his whole life had changed and everything would be diferent after this.
It will be different, I promise, it just takes a little more time to realize how important you are for him.
It's Ok. He is just a crybaby.
No, he is not... you make Francis feel bad because he really really loves him.
Yes, he is, don't worry.
Well... They will stay there for like an hour at least. Francis is not moving.
It's fun that Arthur falls in love and Francis... not so easy.
Francis being the "country of love"
Makes everybody fall in love with him.
I think that's exactly the point.
Yes, that's why it's OK