Gilbert helped Feliciano get back into his clothes without a word. No words were exchanged between the two. Only simple actions to complete a simple task. What was spoken about back in the bathroom wasn't brought back to light, fortunately for them both. However, the Prussian couldn't help but smile inwardly as he saw the Italian.

It looks like he's feeling a bit better about this trip. That's wonderful.

"Hey, Feli?" Gilbert said as they walked out of one of the bedrooms they put their stuff in. Feliciano looked over at him with a small tilt of his head.

"Yes?"

"Well, seeing how the two love birds haven't fixed up the generator, would you like to take a walk outside? It's peaceful out there and I remember us walking past this observation point with telescopes."

Feliciano let out a little laugh as he nodded. "Alright, sounds fun."

Both really wanted to take their mind off things and a little walk and view of the scenery didn't seem that bad. Besides, as Gilbert said, outside was pretty still. There appeared to be no dangers nor weather hazards beside the falling snow, then even that wasn't that much of a problem. The moon was high in the air which gave off the perfect glow, giving perfect light. It was perfect.

As they walked down the stairs, they passed by Alfred who was coming up from the basement. The American had a box in his hand and a wicked smile across his face.

"Hey, Al. What're you doing?" Gilbert asked, causing Alfred to halt in his steps.

Shifting the box in his hold, Alfred flashed him a smile and said, "Kiku, Mattie, and I are going to play with a ouija board. I found one my dad's stored in the basement. Wanna join, dudes?"

Feliciano let out an awkward laugh, being one to believe in such dark spirits and being a bit religious himself. He didn't want to meddle wth the underworld nor have it mess with him. As if he could read the Italian's mind, Gilbert shook his head.

"Nah, Feli and I are going to go walk around outside. Y'know, catch some of the nice scenery."

Alfred shrugged and went back to walking towards the kitchen to where the other two were.

"Suit yourself, ya pansies." He joked with a little snicker. "Have fun outside!"

...

The place Gilbert had spoken about was beautiful. It wasn't that far from the lodge but it wasn't necissarily that close it either. It gave them the perfect sight of being engulfed completely in the forest and in the midst of its winter wonderland.

They were in an open plain that looked out on a vast area of the forest. Telescopes rested near the edges and against the wooden fence that kept people from falling. Not much wildlife was seen, surprisingly. Only the occasional owl or squirrel that ran past. Beside that, it was still and peaceful.

"Hey, Feli, look!" Gilbert called the brunette over to one of the telescopes. He squinted into it and pointed a finger down below. "Check it out."

Feliciano went over and put his eye near the telescope. Squinting, he caught a glimpse of Francis and Arthur running into one of the guest cabins Alfred's parents told them they had. It was part of the places they were warned not to go, which confused the Italian as to why those two were running in there. Strange.

"Oh, they're getting some tonight!" Gilbert exclaimed loudly with a booming laugh. Feliciano laughed along as well, rubbing the back of his neck as he pulled back from the telescope.

"I guess... But, don't they know they can't be in that area?" Feliciano said softly. "Mr. Jones told us to stay near the cabin and not venture near those areas."

Gilbert made a dismissive hand wave, crouching down to pick up some snow. "No one cares when you're in love. Besides, let's not ruin their hot and steamy time, let's have some fun!"

At first, Feliciano thought Gilbert was going to throw the snowball at him. However, he was proven otherwise when he saw the snowball fly over his head and hit a nearby branch of one of the pine trees. An owl cooed loudly as it flew away from its branch, some of Gilbert's snowball coating its face.

"Let's play Snowball Shooting Range." The Prussian explained, gathering another snow ball in his hands. "Find a bird or squirrel or rat or whatever and throw a snowball at it. If you hit one, bullseye. If you don't, try again! Simple." He snickered, eyes scanning for an animal in sight.

Feliciano chuckled and stooped down to get a snowball of his own. It seemed like a harmless game. The snowballs wouldn't hurt the animals- it wasn't like it was actual bullets. Besides, it's all fun and games that sprinkled snow on the wildlife. Where's the harm in that?

He raised his arm to throw a snowball when he stopped as something caught his eye. It was something brown and red in the snow. It appeared to be some sort of bracelet but what it was exactly was hard to tell underneath the soft ice. Walking over their, Feliciano knelt down to take a better look. When he did, he felt something click underneath his foot.

Suddenly, there was snap. He quickly looked up and saw something zoom straight towards him. A bloody clown mask with sharp teeth flew right towards him, cackling loudly. Feliciano screamed and ducked his head as the clown mask partially smacked him atop his head.

"F-Feliciano!" Gilbert cried, running over to the cowering Italian in the snow. Frightened whimpers escaped the smaller male as he shook in the little pile of snow he curled up in.

The Prussian looked at the mask, that now hung stationary from one of the pine trees with a clear thread. Behind the mask was a little speaker, showing that's where the laughter came from.

"Hey, Feli, it's okay. It's okay." Gilbert comforted the other, rubbing his back gently. "Look, it's just a mask. It was just a mask."

Feliciano lifted his head slowly, eyes frighteningly locking on the hideous mask that hung in front of him. Just like how Gilbert said, it was indeed just a mask.

Blinking away any tears that escaped him, he shakily turned back to the object he found buried in the snow. Carefully, he picked up the red and brown object and looked over it.

It was skin from a cow, or some other animal with thick brown flesh. The skin was dried now so it was hard and couldn't be molded in your hand. Blood trailed the edges of it while small writing written in red pen or ink was made on the front: 'You're next.'

Feliciano gasped, dropping the skin immediately. He pushed himself against Gilbert, clinging onto the other jacket.

"I-I don't like it out here.. I want t-to go back.." He whimpered, closing his eyes tight as if it would make them magically poof back into the cabin lodge.

Gilbert nodded silently, slowly standing up with Feliciano attached to his arm. "Yes, let's go back." He said quietly, but lost in thought.

Something wasn't right. Was someone here trying to prank them? Hurt them? It was obvious that clown was set up along with the message. There was no way it just miraculously was put there by nature. Was there someone else amongst the group trying to get to them? If so, why? And more importantly, who?

...

"Alfred, are you sure we should do this?"

"Aw, don't be a wuss, Kiku. It'll be fine!"

"Al, you-"

"Guys, come on. We'll just ask a few questions, alright?"

Alfred had brought Matthew and Kiku over to the kitchen to mess around with a ouija board. It was underneath a bunch of the junk that littered the basement floor, just waiting to be played. Well, that's how Alfred explained it. When he proposed the idea of summoning spirits, Kiku and Matthew were completely opposed to the idea.

The night was chilling enough and Alfred just seemed to want to flourish in it.

"Are you sure this is smart?" Kiku interjected, folding his arms over his chest. "We shouldn't play this here on a lodge, alone on a mountain. It doesn't seem safe."

Alfred let out a laugh, already opening the box and setting it all up. The idea was already pinned in his mind and there was no way he was going to pass it up.

"It'll be fine; trust me! We won't anger any of them or whatever. We'll simply have polite conversation with the spirits. No harm in that."

The Canadian and Japanese male watched the enthusiastic American with a sigh. They knew there was no way getting out of this.

Matthew looked around the dark kitchen, feeling his nerves stand on end. Low howls of the wind caressed the windows as if threatening to barge in. The cool air in the room showed Arthur and Francis hadn't fixed the generator yet... Wasn't this a perfect time to talk to the dead?

"If we're doing it, please let Kiku be the leader." Matthew mumbled, causing Kiku to give a short gasp. "I trust him with conversing with the dead than you..."

Kiku opened his mouth to oppose but was spoken over by Alfred, "What? I'm trustworthy! It's not like I'm gonna curse this whole place."

No one in the room was stupid enough to let Alfred do it. The guy's been known to make irrational and stupid decisions that often led him or others to get in trouble. The last mishap he caused was stealing answers for test from the classroom himself. That resulted in him and some kid named Mathias getting thrown one detention.

After discussing, and barely dodging a brotherly fight, Alfred finally agreed to let Kiku be the leader. It was for the best and, truthfully, they all wanted to keep safe.

The board was set on the kitchen table, three chairs set around it. Two across from each other and one right beside the both of them. A candle was lit to add effect, set by Alfred. Kiku took a seat on the side while Alfred and Matthew sat across from each other.

"Put your fingers on the triangle thing, okay?" Alfred instructed, honestly not knowing proper labels for it. But that didn't matter to him.

The three of them hesitantly out two of their fingers on one of the sides of the planchette. Matthew trembled as he did so, scared of what was going to happen. He never used a ouija board before, but the simple thought of knowing his brother and Kiku did calmed him ever so slightly.

"Now, you ask the questions, Kiku." Alfred whispered, staring at the other.

Kiku gulped and stared down at the board. An eerie silence sent chills down his back as he struggled to get his words out.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

The starter question to commence the welcoming and conversation of a spirit. For a moment, all was still. Alfred stared intently at the board while Matthew felt little beads of sweat start to form across his forehead. Suddenly, the planchette slowly shifted over to the corner of the board.

YES

"Oh God." Matthew breathed almost inaudibly, looking back and forth from Kiku to Alfred to see if they moved the piece purposefully. They didn't.

Kiku swallowed, thinking of a question to ask.

"Who.. Who is there? Can you tell us your name?"

This time, there was no hesitance in the movement of the piece. It's sudden slide across the board caught the three of them by surprise as they fixated their gaze to see what it was spelling out.

HELP

Kiku felt his blood freeze. Matthew's fingers on the planchette shook as his violet hues flickered with a fearful gaze. No one spoke or had anything to say, mostly because all were shocked and confused, so Kiku started to ask another question.

"Who needs help?"

Like the last time, there was no hesitance in moving. It moved quickly and in a jerky manner as they all tried to keep up with the letters being selected.

BROTHER

Brother? What could this mean?

"Oh shit.." Alfred breathed, his face paling at a thought. "Oh god.. Is this.. It can't be.." Matthew's eyes widened as he, too, got the same exact thought as his brother.

"N-No, it can't be... What if this is Romano?" Matthew mumbled, eyes wide with worry. Romano and Antonio haven't been found yet and the lingering thought of them being dead was upon them all, but they didn't want that to be confirmed. They still had an impossible belief that the two were still alive and well, just lost or not wanting to be found.

Kiku licked his lips nervously, afraid of the answer he may get with the next question.

"...Romano, is this you?"

His heart pounded in his ears as he saw the piece move all the way to corner of the board that read 'YES'.

"Oh no.. No, no, no.. This isn't right. This isn't right." Matthew whimpered, shaking his head as he averted his gaze from the board. "Guys, this doesn't feel right. This can't be.. This can't be Romano. No.. We should stop. Let's stop."

Alfred shook his head, now sitting at the edge of his seat as he stared at the board. "N-No. Kiku, continue. Let's find out what happened to them. Maybe he'll tell us what happened that time."

Was it safe to continue? Was it right of them to do so? Meddling in with the dead, conversing with the possible dead spirit of their lost friend who was never found? None of those answers mattered for they continued with the little 'game' nonetheless, however the questions still lingered.

Clearing his throat, Kiku asked: "How can we help you, Romano? What happened that night?"

This time, it took a while for the planchette to move across. It was as if the spirit was thinking about what to say. Slowly, the piece began to move about the board, it's gently scrapping wood the only sound in the room.

KILLED

No one spoke. All felt as if the air in the lungs had been stolen and the empty silence had taken over. Killed? That would explain their disappearance and police's inability to find them... But it was a fact that they wished to not believe. No, it couldn't be.

"How were you killed?" Kiku broke the silence, voice shaking lightly.

BETRAYED

"Betrayed?" Alfred mumbled, furrowing his brows a bit. He remembered that night Romano had dashed out of the house because he thought Antonio was cheating on him. Was this the betrayal he was talking about?

Suddenly, the piece on the board started to move without Kiku asking a question. A light squeak came from Matthew as he felt his fingers tremble even more as they read what was put next.

MINES - BEWARE

Kiku felt his breathing hitch at the words. Mines? Beware? They knew the mines weren't supposed to be visited. They knew the mines were warned about and said to not go near them. But they never thought it was because it was dangerous.

"What's down in the mines?" Kiku asked, curious for the answer.

The piece moved quickly once more as if it were in a hurry to rush out.

DANGER - LEAVE NOW

"I-I can't! I'm sorry, I can't do this!" Matthew exclaimed loudly, removing his fingers from the board. He buried his face into his hands as the others quickly retracted their hands as well. The piece on the board didn't move anymore and the three of them were left in silence.

Alfred stared at the board for a while, merely taking everything in. After a moment, he let out a shaky chuckle. "Well... That was interesting."

Truthfully, Kiku believed it was wrong of them to even play the ouija board. Who knew if that was truly Romano or some spirit playing a joke on them. Who knew if what was said by the board was true. If so, what did it mean by the mines? Why did it warn them about it?

Crash

The three of them jumped in surprise as he sound of glass shattering pierced through the still air. Matthew's face turned pale as his hands twitched near his pockets. Alfred stared wide eyed at the doorway of the kitchen to where the sound came from. Kiku merely blinked, freezing up where he was.

"What the fuck was that?" Alfred whispered, walking over to kitchen exit. He disappeared around the corner, leaving the other two in silence once more. The night seemed to only be getting creepier and creepier.

A scream suddenly pierced through the air, causing Matthew and Kiku to gasp. It was Alfred's scream.

"A-Alfred? What's wrong?!" Matthew called out, running out of the kitchen to where his brother was. Kiku followed behind but stopped right before he turned the corner when he heard another scream.

It was Matthew's.

Along with the screams came the sound of bodies hitting walls and gasps. Soon, the sound of bodies falling the floor unconscious left the cabin in another silence. Kiku felt himself tense up at the ear shattering silence.

Suddenly, a man wearing a white, horrific mask turned the corner, standing right in front of the Japanese male. Kiku gasped and opened his mouth to scream as well but suddenly felt his vision go black.

The last thing he could remember was a low laugh as he felt himself drift off into darkness.

...

Warning: A wild NSFW/sex scene has appeared. Skip to the Author's Note of the story for a brief summary of what happened if you don't want to read it.

...

Seeing how they finally got some alone time and had nothing else to do, Arthur and Francis decided to 'keep each other warm' to pass the time. Nothing better to do, right? Beside, it was something the two had been wanting to do together for the first for a while now, and being cooped up in a little cabin to themselves seemed to be a good place to do it first.

"Oh, you're beautiful, my dear Arthur." Francis purred in the other's ear as he topped him on the couch near the fireplace. They had started the fire to put in a little romantic feel and glow to the room.

Arthur felt Francis' fingers pick at the hems of his shirt, signaling for the other to take it off. The Brit smiled shakily, slipping out from it so his bare chest now felt the chill of the room fully.

"Why, you're the beautiful one here..." Arthur mumbled, feeling his heart race. Why was his heart racing in such a way? It wasn't out of lust nor love; it was racing out of fear, anxiousness.

At the proposal of the idea to do this, Arthur agreed without a second thought. He truly wanted to have sex with Francis; it was an act he felt their relationship was ready for. However, he wasn't entirely sure he was ready for it. He wanted to do it, but there was just something clawing at his heart that held him back.

Francis leaned down to kiss Arthur on the neck, smirking as he did so. Arthur let out a whine at this as his heart pounded even louder. Was this right? Why couldn't he just do this?

"W-Wait." The Briton pushed himself up on the couch, causing the Frenchman to withdraw with a confused expression.

"What is it, mon cher? Everything alright?" He questioned, looking over at he other with concern. This wasn't like Arthur to stop advances nor show a tremble in his words. He always spoke with pride and never stuttered. Yet, here he was, anxiety painted across his face as he averted his gaze from the man he loved most.

Arthur let out a sigh, trying to steady himself. "Listen, Francis... I know we want to, erm, do something right now and believe me, I really want to. I know we're ready and all, but... I'm just... You see..." His words struggled to form and come out properly, making him the tiniest bit frustrated.

Francis, nonetheless, listened intently to what his boyfriend was saying. Any concern that was Arthur's was also a concern to him.

"We don't have to do it, you know." He added, trying to comfort the other and figure out what the problem was.

"N-No!" Arthur answered almost immediately. He cleared his throat. "No, it's not that. I want to do it... It's just... I'm.. I'm ashamed of... my body."

It felt as if needles were being jabbed into him when he spoke those words. At school and amongst anyone, Arthur was always so prideful and confident in how he was. If anyone contradicted him, he would just laugh it off and coat fake confidence on his words despite always believing the negativity he sometimes got.

Arthur looked over at Francis to see what he had to say, expecting a laugh or nod in agreement. Surprisingly, he didn't get none of that.

"Ashamed? What do you have to be ashamed for?" Francis exclaimed, sharing in Arthur's surprise. "You have an extremely beautiful and attractive body! Nothing about it or you should ashamed about nor be tainted with insecurity."

Arthur felt his cheeks blush at those words but he quickly shook his head. "You don't understand, Francis. Look. You have a wonderful body. You're fit, have a nice build, and you have true confidence in how you look. But, me... my body isn't muscular. It's skinnier than most guys and I look weak and puny. I don't have a pleasing figure nor a body I like. I hate my body. It's hideous and ugly and I just hate it so muc-"

His words were cut short as a pair of lips crashed against his own, causing him to swallow any future words he might've said. Francis pulled away from the kiss, eyes trailing down to stare at Arthur's lips.

"Your body may not be like mine or other guys... but it's beautiful in its own unique way." He said seriously, being genuine with every single word. "It doesn't matter if you're skinny and flimsy. Your body is beautiful because it's yours. Even if you were pudgy with a lot of weight, or had acne sprinkled across you, or had stretch marks, or scars, or whatever bodily difference that wasn't like the stereotypical 'pretty boy'. Your body is beautiful, Arthur... I love every part of your body. Every single thing about it. There's absolutely nothing wrong about it nor a single inch that should be frowned upon."

For a moment, the two simply stared. Francis's brilliant sapphire eyes, glossed over with a gaze of pure love and care. Arthur's deep forest green eyes stared back, filled with shock, admiration, and love. He couldn't believe what the other said... For years, he loathed his body. He was so scared that Francis would share his loathing and despise his appearance, but that wasn't so. Cause here he was, praising him and disagreeing with ever self hate the Brit had put upon him.

"Th-Thank you..." Arthur breathed, truly grateful to have met Francis in his life. "No one has ever told me that; ever. I know, you're probably right, but I just can't help but still feel insecure about myself..." He shifted a bit where he sat, rubbing his bare arm awkwardly.

Francis let out a chuckle. "Oh... That's alright, my dear. It takes a while for us to accept ourselves, especially after constant words of hate. Don't rush it. However, that doesn't mean you can't have people around you to help in your self acceptance."

Arthur raised a brow as he watched the other remove his shirt so they both now were half naked. "What are you doing?" The curious question made Francis smile brightly.

"You said you wanted to do it, oui?" He asked as Arthur nodded. "Well, then we shall do it. However, I want our first time to be special. I want it to be special for you, especially." Francis leaned over Arthur, planting a quick but gentle kiss on his lips. "Therefore, I will be pleasuring you, my dear, and only you. I may not be able to fully help you understand the true beauty of your body, but I can at least aid and counter those hateful thoughts with my true, loving ones."

He couldn't believe it. Partially cause he had no idea what Francis was planning but also because of why he even was making the attempt to do such an act. It was out of the ordinary; unbelievable.

Before Arthur could say anything or have an input on what was said, Francis nuzzled his face into the other's neck, gently sucking on where he was kissing. The Brit gasped in surprise, feeling a sudden wave of comfort wash over him.

"Francis- why- what-?" He stuttered, causing the other to momentarily stop on his kisses.

"Pleasuring you, of course." Francis mumbled into his neck. "Tonight is all about you. Now, don't go feeling bad or uneasy about it; this pleasures me as much as it's going to pleasure you. I want to show you how much I love your body and how perfect it is in every way."

That was an odd way of putting it because it certainly won't pleasure him the same exact way as it was with Arthur. The Brit was going to have a wonderful time beyond belief by the Frenchman, and the Frenchman will feel immeasurable joy knowing he was giving this to his love.

Sex often was the word to label him. At school, he was known for sleeping with every partner he had; boy, girl, whatever. It had come to the point where people started to believe that's all he really cared for. However, that wasn't the case. Truthfully, all he cared about was that his partner was okay and happy with it. If they opposed, he would stop and wouldn't continue further. With Arthur, the man wanted to have sex, but he wasn't comfortable with his body. So, Francis decided to help aid in the other's confidence and decided to have sex with him, but made the objective or loving the other more than pleasing himself. As long as Arthur was happy, that's all that mattered.

With his reply, Francis turned back to Arthur and began to leave a trail of gentle but wet kisses on the man's neck, gradually leading down his chest. He whispered into the kisses, "I love your smooth body and how sublime it always appeared to me. How much it resembles perfect porcelain; so delicate to touch."

Arthur felt himself tense up when the other slid his hand down the side of his torso, just barely picking at the edges of his pants.

"The curves and edges upon you that should only be bestowed upon high praise and love." He trailed down so now his lips pressed against the other's stomach. "This torso... The being of your body that holds you up throughout the day. It's slimness with such an elegant poise..."

Francis ran his other hand down Arthur's side, now fiddling with his pants. He leaned up, pressing his bare chest against the other's. "May I take them off?"

It seemed like an absurd question to ask considering how turned on Arthur was right now. Nonetheless, he replied with a shaky voice. "Y-Yes, please."

Francis carefully undid the pants buttons and slid them down Arthur's legs. His briefs were tight around his crotch that was practically begging to be set free. Smiling just a tad, Francis removed Arthur's last particle of clothing, having it pool at the ankles of his feet.

The Brit's breathing hitched as he felt himself being fully exposed in the secluded cabin, his cheeks reddening. His insecurity heightened at this as he averted his gaze from Francis and his body.

"Don't be ashamed, my love." Francis cooed, softly turning his head back towards him. Arthur allowed this and now stared down at his beloved boyfriend who now crouched in between his legs.

Arthur didn't say anything more but he merely nodded sheepishly, struggling to keep his eyes on Francis.

Francis continued, tracing his fingers over his waist and thighs. "I love your legs... How beautifully they open up for me. Their smoothness and tenderness much like a doll's. How they glow from your perspiration as my lips sinfully taint their purity." He sprinkled kisses on Arthur's thighs, gradually making his way towards the man's erection.

Arthur shuddered at his lips, feeling his breathing become short as he felt Francis grow closer. Deep down, he didn't understand why the other was doing this for him... Why he was dedicating their first time to only pleasure him. First times should be significant to all members of the relationship; it shouldn't be significant to only one person, right?

His thoughts were suddenly wiped away as he felt warm breath make contact with his cock. A light chuckle came from between his legs as Francis's lips were now an inch away.

"I love you, Arthur. You say your body is unpleasant, yet it's the most pleasant and beautiful body I've ever laid eyes upon." He leaned over planted a single, soft kiss upon Arthur's tip, making him gasp. "Relax, mon amour. I know you're probably feeling bad for me doing this. I know what you think. However, I'm doing this because I want to." Francis slowly drew up, pressing his own crotch against Arthur's momentarily as he locked a passionate kiss. Drawing back, he smiled, "I want to make you happy. I want to do this for you. I love you too much to see hatred surround your body. I want to let you know how worthy and attractive your body is... I want you to love yourself just as much as I love you."

With that, Francis began to trail his tongue around Arthur's member, slowly putting it partially in his mouth. Arthur felt himself shiver at the feel as his breathing began to pick up. His body weakened against the other as he felt himself be engulfed by Francis's warm mouth. The sudden warmth gave immeasurable pleasure upon his cold body.

"F-Francis..." Arthur let out a moan, beginning to entangle his fingers in the other's soft blonde hair. Francis, too, let out a moan as he bobbed his head up and down slowly. The vibrations sent from him made Arthur take another gasp as his pants grew heavier.

The swelling desire upon his bottom half grew and grew as Francis continued on. It was something Arthur had never felt before in his life. Truth be told, he was a virgin so this time would be his first. He couldn't describe what he was feeling. Along with the lust that buzzed around his mind and pricked at his nerves, there also was a cloud of love and emotional desire.

Teenagers, and even adults, often crave sex and intimacy solely to please their body's impulses and desires. Their mind thinks only on sex and seeing each other's naked bodies and gaining pleasure from that. That's all. However, Arthur was feeling this way. Sure, he and Francis desired each other, but it was more than that. This sex was not an impulse or itching want with no meaning... It actually meant something. It was love– a deep love that very rarely truly existed in young adult minds.

Arthur felt sweat begin to gloss over his body as Francis's tongue swirled around his cock. "Faster... F-Faster, please..." The Brit begged, pulling at Francis's hair lightly yet firmly. He felt Francis smirk as his pace began to pick up.

The two were like a conductor and musician. Every time Francis went down, Arthur let out a moan. As Francis quickened, Arthur's whines and moans gradually grew louder and into a higher register. Truthfully, Francis found the the other extremely attractive. He adored the sinful sounds coming out of his mouth. His slim fingers pulling at his hair. The feel of his sticky body that trembled against him. The sight of his face washed over with pure vulnerability and lust as he stared pleadingly at him. He adored all of this and pleased that it was all caused by him.

"F-Francis... I'm going t-to.. I'm-.." Arthur stuttered out between his shaking voice. Francis knew what he was getting at and a small nod. His hand carefully began to fondle the base of Arthur's member to help the other reach the top. Suddenly, the Brit bucked his hips forward ever so slightly as his body shook out with relief. A warm, thick liquid suddenly filled Francis's mouth, causing him to take a moment to swallow it all. Arthur lied against the couch weakly, his chest heaving as relief washed over his body.

Francis licked his lips of the salty, sweet substance and let out a sigh. Gently, he drew up Arthur and placed a pure loving kiss onto his lover's drooling lips. "I love you so much, Arthur... You enjoyed this, non?" He let out a little chuckle but was cut off when two sweaty arms quickly wrapped themselves around him, pressing him to the panting Brit beneath him.

"I-I love you..." Arthur said, his voice shaky not from pleasure but from tears. Joyful tears. He buried his face into Francis's neck, continuing to speak in a soft voice. "I love you so much... Thank you. You.. You're the best person I've ever had the honor to meet in my entire life. I just.. I love you so bloody much."

It was special. Their first time was special. It wasn't just two seniors in high school having sex because of pressure or impulses. It wasn't driven from adolescent thoughts of uncontrollable desire and yearning. No, it was much more than that. It was an act of love, and true love at that. True love was extremely rare to find at such a young age. Teens think they know it but 95% of the time they don't. Yet, Francis and Arthur were beyond that time. They knew this was true and this just proved.

The feels exchanged from the two were not only the lust from sex, but devotion they had on one another. Arthur put all his trust in Francis to roam and touch his body despite his insecurities and self consciousness. Francis didn't pry to have sex with him nor to have sex in a way thatll pleasure himself as well. No, he had sex because he had Arthur's consent and even then it was solely to make his lover happy. If Arthur was happy, that's all the pleasure Francis wanted to feel.

"I love you too, Arthur." Francis replied, smiling, pulling back to look down at Arthur. The Brit stared up at him with love coated eyes as his lips had branched out into a grateful and loving smile–

Thud

The two flinched a bit when a sudden thud came from the front door.

"Who's that?" Arthur breathed, heart pounding violently now. Francis looked up from the couch a bit to look at the window near the door. There was no one there and the only movement outside was the snow flying through the cold wind.

Thud

Francis quickly went off Arthur, staring intently at the door. Arthur scrambled to put his pants back on in case someone was out there to come in. Maybe someone was there to get them. Maybe it was someone from the group and they went to check on them.

"I'm going to check on who it is; wait here." Francis whispered to the Brit, slowly walking over to the door. The sound on the door stopped now so the only audible noises now we're the creaking floorboards beneath the Frenchman's steps.

Reaching the door, Francis opened it and poked his head outside. Blue irises scanned the area, narrowing through the snow to get a good view. Nothing. The only things around were the dark pine trees and snow. The only unsettling things were how the shadows from the pine trees seemed to stretch over to the cabin, as if they were trying to engulf it into his mysterious darkness. But beside that, there was nothing.

"Anyone?" Arthur asked, his pants back on him. He went to grab his shirt when Francis shook his head.

"Non, no one—"

Crash

The window near the door shattered as a large, skeleton like hand swooped in. It grabbed roughly at Francis's hair, jerking the man through the broken window. Francis screamed, thrashing against the hold as pain flooded across his head.

"A-Arthur! Help me!" The Frenchman cried out, feeling himself being lifted from the ground.

Arthur dashed over to the window, reaching out to grab his boyfriend.

"Francis!" He screamed, but suddenly he was gone. The Frenchman's screams now descended out into the forest as the man was dragged away from the mysterious monster that had taken him away.

Without thinking twice, Arthur ran out into the cold night to retrieve the man he loved most.

...

Oh? Did you get spooked yourself? Did you not like getting scared? How ironic is that.

It seems that you have something big planned next. Pray tell it won't be something you regret.

A/N:

Gist of Francis/Arthur scene: Arthur admitted he was insecure about his body, but said he really wanted to do it with Francis since he believed they both were ready in their relationship. Francis agreed, but took their first time in a matter of boosting Arthur's self confidence. He kissed every part of Arthur's body and whispered sweet, loving words on every part of him to show just how beautiful his body was. This led to him giving Arthur a blowjob. Their whole first time was emotional and meaningful since they truly love each other and Francis did it as an act to prove his love to his boyfriend and to show him he isn't as unattractive as he says. It's emotional for Arthur because no one's ever done this for him before and he truly loves Francis with all his heart.

How it contributes to their character development: Strengthens how they love eachother. It shows how caring Francis is and how he always puts his lover's needs and desires before him. It shows how Arthur is secretly insecure despite how prideful he is, and how he is now devoted to Francis in every which way.

After they have sex, they're interrupted by something outside. Francis goes to check, but is pulled out by a monstrous skeleton-like hand and is dragged away screaming as Arthur runs after him.

Also, I've never written a sex scene before and I'm asexual so I don't have any idea what it's like to feel aroused or any of those sexual emotions so I do hope it wasn't that bad. Sorry for any inaccuracies or if this was awkwardly bad lmao.