An- I am very flattered. All of you amazing people that have alerts on my story are SERIOUSLY talented writers. It flatters me that you would like my story enough to do something like that. I just wanted to say thank you, as a first time writer.

I watched my reflection in the mirror, admiring the now bright pink color of my hair as I carefully scrubbed the dye off my hands in the bathroom sink. It was different. Different was good. Whenever I dyed my hair in the past, and I have a lot since I get bored with it easily, it was usually darker colors like black or dark blue. But I like how pink looked on me.

"Meow-owowow." My cat mewed from the doorway of the bathroom. I groaned. "Shut it, I just fed you, you mongrel." I sighed, glowering at her in the mirror. She sat down, her tail twitching.

Up on melancholy hill, there's a plastic tree...are you here with me? Just looking out on the day of another dream...

I smiled when my phone went off, glad I had finally changed the ring tone. I loved 2D's voice in Melancholy Hill.

I turned the water off and wiped my hands on my pants, pulling my phone from my pocket and flipping it open.

"'Ello?" I asked, still smiling.

"Hey, Arthur, remember the science project we had to do? You were supposed to come over today." Honda Kiku, a Japanese transfer student who had been my science partner since I moved here, asked. I smiled a little.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. I, um, started to, but I got a little sidetracked..." I said, shuddering at the memory of Alfred and his mouth...

"Well, I know you work this afternoon, so could you maybe come over tomorrow?"

"Sure."I said, shaking my head to rid myself of the thoughts. "Um...Thanks." Honda said softly, pausing to search for the right word.

I shrugged and ended the call, scrolling through my phone to find Melancholy Hill again and play it. I'd have to go to work soon, and I didn't feel like cleaning, so I just walked out of the bathroom, leaning down to touch my cat who hissed at me, and jogging to my room so I could throw darts at the target over my T.V.

Alfred's p.o.v.

It's terrifying. Having a homophobic father and being gay. And being in love. Actually, that one is probably the scariest. Arthur...He's just so...I don't know. It's hard to think about without remembering he feeling of his lips against mine, which makes me shudder. Maybe I'm being hasty, maybe I'm just really attracted to him. Not that it mattered, if my dad ever found out about that, he'd kick me out of the house and disown me. I have no where else to go.

A loud knock came at my door, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Alfred, get your ass in here for dinner." My father growled. I frowned and brought my knees up to my chest. "I'm, uh, not feeling very good, dad. One of the guys hit me pretty hard on the field today, and I don't know if I can keep any food down." I said softly, keeping my voice low and respectful.

There was a pause. "Fine." He growled.

I sighed in relief.

I thought about Gilbert, who, after my father found out he was gay, was 'banished' from our house. He wouldn't hesitate to ship me off to a religious school until I was 'cured'.

I hopped of my bed and walked to the door, flipping the lock and not pausing to flop back on my bed, finally letting my imagination take over.

The thoughts of Arthur, moaning my name and gripping my hair, the taste of him on my tongue, his lips on mine...

I couldn't help but groan, slipping my shirt over my head and letting one hand slip down my own chest.

The back of my mind reminded me that this was pathetic, but the rest of me didn't care. I imagined it was Arthur's hand, slipping just below the waist band of jeans. I imagine him leaning down, pressing his lips against mine and my shaky arms circling his waist to pull him down on top of me.

I let my fingers wrap around my erection, biting my free hand to keep from groaning Arthur's name.

"Damn it, Kirkland." I whispered, stroking once and tipping back my head at the pleasure that made me shake.

"What have you done to me?"

Arthur's p.o.v.

The next morning, things were boringly normal, except for a few mixed insults and backhanded compliments, which I was used to by now.

Math, English, History, Gym...And on and on. Till the end of the day. As usual, I jogged to my lockers and out the double doors. But this time he was waiting for me.

He grinned at the shocked look on my face.

"Surprised, Kirkland?" He asked, stepping toward me and grabbing the collar of my shirt again.

"I-I-"

"You know, it's cute when you stutter." He purred, kissing me roughly before I could attempt a response. He smiled against my lips and pulled away.

His grip tightened on my shirt and he yanked me along with him, but this time we didn't go inside. He lead me around the back of the school, out of view of the students leaving.

"Wh-why are we-"

"You know why, Kirkland." Alfred laughed, pressing me against the rough brick wall and pinning both my wrists above my head with one hand.

"No talking today, Kirkland. I plan to make you scream." He said, leaning forward to kiss me and shove his tongue between my lips. I groaned, my eye lids fluttering closed as his free hand slipped under my shirt. He paused and pulled away a little to pull it off, making me whimper. He looked at my bare chest and raised an eyebrow.

"You have a nipple ring?" He asked, his voice amused. I blushed.

"Y-yes." I answered breathlessly. "I wasn't wearing it yesterday."

Alfred chuckled, leaning forward again and clamping his teeth down on my snake bite.

"That could be fun." He said, letting go of my snake bite and nipping gently down my neck. He pulled his hand out of my shirt and hooked his fingers in the waist band of my jeans, grinding his palm against me in a way that made me gasp and throw back my head. Alfred grinned against the sensitive place just above my collar bone.

"You're very responsive." He whispered. "What if I did this-" He said, bringing his hand between my legs and rubbing over my pants.

I cried out, wishing I could bite my hand to keep my quiet moans at bay as he mercilessly rubbed back and forth.

"B-bloody h-hell, Alfred!" I whispered, not able to keep from moving my hips in time with his hand.

He laughed, biting his lower lip and watching my eyes intently, as if he needed to see my reaction.

"Enjoying this?" He asked, taking his hand from between my legs and grabbing my face, pulling me forward for another deep, sensual kiss.

I moaned as an answer, knowing that I wouldn't be able to speak.

"I'm guessing you're a virgin?" Alfred asked when he pulled away. I nodded quickly.

"Good. More fun." He said, letting go of my wrists suddenly and unbuttoning my pants. They fell to the ground around my ankles and he pulled my boxers down with them. I felt a sense of deja vu, which went away as soon as Alfred grabbed my hips and spun me around, pressing my front against the wall. I gasped, putting my hands on the wall. "Wh-what are you-"

"Don't speak." Alfred whispered, licking the back of my neck. I heard a rustling and glanced over my shoulder to see him tossing his shirt to the side, unbuckling his belt and dropping his trousers. I blushed. Alfred caught me looking and laughed.

"Like what you see?" He purred. I gasped when I felt him grab my hips.

"This might hurt a little at first." He whispered, kissing my ear lobe.

"I should prepare you...But this way will be more fun." He said, bending his head down to kiss the back of my neck.

"Don't scream yet." Before I could respond, he was inside of me and I was shouting in pain. Alfred growled and smacked one of his hands over my mouth. "I said not yet." He snarled, but I could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly against my back.

It took a second to adjust to the feeling, but, when he started moving, I found that the pain was quickly becoming pleasure. Alfred let his hand fall from my lips and slip down to my manhood. He wrapped his fingers around it, stroking my in time with his thrust. My moans became louder and loader, mixing with the way Alfred whispered in my ear, encouraging me as I moved my hips with his hand.

"A-Alfred, bloody h-hell, don't stop." I gasped, letting my head fall back against his shoulder as my moans turned into pleas to move faster.

"I-I won't." He whispered, sinking his teeth into my ear to attempt to hold back his own groans of pleasure.

He thrust his hips against mine, and, as if he'd set something off in me, white hot sparks blinded my eyes and a wave of pleasure like I'd never experienced in my life burst through my body.

Like Alfred said he would make me, I threw back my head and screamed, my fingernails scraping the brick wall until they were bloody.

"A-Alfred!" I cried, and he continued to stroke me as I climaxed.

Not a moment later, he came inside of me, moaning my name and clamping his teeth on my ear as his body shook against mine.

"God, Arthur." He whispered breathlessly, kissing my ear where his teeth had drawn blood.

Alfred's p.o.v

After I cleaned myself up a bit with my shirt and helped Arthur do the same, along with putting his close back on since he was almost ready to drop from exhaustion, I let him lean on me as I lead him to my car, not honestly about to let him walk home like this. He gave me directions to his house, but, before we even got into his neighborhood, he was asleep in the passenger seat.

So I parked my car in his driveway and carried him inside, thankfully the door was unlocked, laying him on the big black leather couch in the living room.

But I didn't want to leave. I looked down at his sleeping body and lay down on the couch beside him, wrapping my arms around his beautiful self and fell asleep by his side.

When I woke up about an hour later, Arthur was still very much asleep, but there was a purring heap of fur on my face.

I swatted at it, and it dug it's razor claws into my cheek.

"Ow, ow!" I cried out, falling onto the floor as I tried to pull the cat's claws out from under my skin.

"What the bloody hell-Oh dear god you bloody mongrel, get your arse off his face!" Arthur growled, grabbing the cat and carefully unhooking it's claws from my face.

"Ow." I said. Arthur held the cat in his arms, gently stroking it's thick fur.

"I'm, uh, sorry about her, love-Wait, why are we in my house?" He said with a frown. I smiled and hopped to my feet.

"I, um, have to go, but I'll see you later!" I said, hopping off the floor. I leaned down and gave Arthur a deep kiss, nipping his lower lip playfully.

"Nice hair, by the way." I whispered against his lips before pulling away and jogging out the door.

An- Lemony, no? :3 Anywho, I was thinking about doing one last chapter, although it will be mostly fluff. Tell me if you want another! Thank you all!