Thank you, thank you for your reviews! Yes, Gregory is a little bitch, in this chapter you'll find out why. Questions will be answered. This chapter is more emotional and more angsty than originally intended. But I still like it that way, I hope you like it as well:)

The chapter after this is the last! I'm actually really sad for this story coming to an end, I just love these two men so much!

Taking Control

The house had turned into hell. Christophe and Gregory were both very uncomfortable around the other and neither one knew how to act. They avoided each other at first, simply ignoring it if the other were to be in the same room. But soon, the teasing and torturing started.

Christophe would listen to loud French music to distract himself from his distressing thoughts. This earned them complaints from the neighbors and frustrated looks from Gregory. But Gregory in turn would only cook British food for dinner, obviously seeking comfort himself and full well knowing it pissed Christophe off to no end to only eat mashed potatoes with gravy and meat and no vegetables.

Christophe started smoking in the apartment and shaving in the sink in the kitchen. Gregory would hide his cigarettes or worse, walk around with no shirt on, making Christophe horny pretty much every time he encountered him.

It started to get really out of hand soon after. Christophe had deliberately thrown a glass of water onto Gregory's shirt as the blond was making breakfast, watching with satisfaction how it seeped through the fabric fast. Instead of apologizing or listening to Gregory's rants he had unzipped his pants right there to start stroking himself. Gregory looked wonderful in a wet shirt and it didn't even bother him how inappropriate it would be to start masturbating. The stupid blond knew he liked him, might as well show it to him.

Gregory had sworn out loud, something he had never done before. Throwing a tea towel at Christophe's face, furious beyond words, before storming out and slamming his door.

They barely saw each other after that.

But perhaps even worse than the distressing reality of the wrecking of his home, were the dreams. They were so vivid, so sweet and endearing that when he woke up he was half convinced they were reality. They came to him every night, every time he as much as closed his eyes they washed over him.

Dreams where he and Gregory would cuddle up in bed together. The blond stroking his hair and murmuring sweet and strange British pet names into his ear. His breath warm and moist on his ear and their limbs a tangled mess under the blankets.

Dreams where Gregory would kiss him after coming home from work. Smiling in a silly and very endearing way. Love shining in his eyes. And he would kiss back, tugging Gregory closer by his suit.

Dreams where he would pounce on the blond, forcing him down onto the bed. Gregory moaning loudly and spreading his legs willingly for him. Practically begging for it as Christophe forced his shirt off of him.

He always awoke confused and feeling in the wrong place. Why wasn't he in bed with Gregory? And then he remembered: Because Gregory didn't want to. Because it would 'complicate things'. And he would get out of bed already feeling angry and pissed of at the world in general and one stupid blond in particular.

He knew it was noticeable how distressed he was. At work he was determined to do well, throwing himself at his various responsibilities and often working longer than was expected from him. His colleagues eyed him with respect and some weariness. The determined Frenchman was scary to approach at times. But his bosses were quite happy with him. He was good in his job and they showed their appreciation. It provided him with a sense of pride that was unfamiliar to him and he knew how Gregory must feel a lot of the time: knowing that what you did was good and that other people knew it as well.

But whenever he had a break he would stare off into space, mind going in every direction. He had grown accustomed to the blond. Accustomed in a way he hadn't anticipated. It had grown way past just the physical attraction he had thought it was. It was more than the high school crush he had had.

He didn't just want to fuck him senseless any time he could. He missed talking to the stupid Brit. Missed watching TV with him or just lying in the same bed.

He was startled from his thoughts as someone sat down in front of him. Usually his colleagues left him alone when he took a break. Not this one though. Kenny loved talking to him, even when he didn't say a lot of things back.

"So." Kenny said, offering him a cigarette. "Don't you think it's about time you told me what is wrong?"

Christophe looked at Kenny, blue eyes looking back steadily. And he realized: Kenny knew. And maybe, just maybe, it was time to tell someone about his current problems. He wasn't good at talking about things like this, but he supposed he had to anyway.

"Gregory and I...we're 'aving some issues." He tried after some silence.

"I figured as much. What kind of issues?"

"Well eef you must know..." He trailed off. Kenny was already grinning like mad, obviously hoping to hear some sex story. "We spent ze night together and now 'e refuses to as much as acknowledge me. 'e says eet was a mistake and shouldn't 'ave 'appened."

"I see. And I take it you're acting all mature about this towards him?"

"No, not really." He frowned for having been found out so soon.

"And you really don't understand why he's behaving the way he is?"

His eyebrows rose. No, maybe he didn't. He just figured that Gregory was being such a dick because he genuinely didn't want him. Kenny made it sound as if there might be another reason.

"I guess maybe not." Kenny sighed. "You weren't there when you left after graduation. Obviously."

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't see him. How devastated he was when you left."

Christophe was silent. Just stared.

"He didn't talk to anyone about it but it was so obvious. How much he missed you." Kenny sighed and took another drag.

"Has it never crossed your mind that he might be afraid? Because I think he is. He's afraid you'll do it again, that you will leave him again. He doesn't want to get too attached to you because he's afraid you'll get bored with him and leave without saying anything again."

"I- zat...are you sure?" Christophe asked.

"I think I am, yes." Kenny replied. "I know what kind of person you are. You need to travel, a change of scenery every once in a while. And I think he's afraid that once you've had your fill of him you'll leave."

"I would never do that! Like I could ever get enough of him!"

"But you did, once. That's why you left."

"No it's not. I left because I couldn't get enough of him. Because I could never have him."

"I think he doesn't see it that way. He thinks you'll use him and then leave. That's why he never wanted anything to happen between the two of you. He was hoping that if he didn't give in to his feelings you would stay."

Christophe stared at the table, cigarette forgotten.

"How do you know all this?" He whispered.

"I saw the two of you together and it was so obvious that you both wanted each other. And then I remembered how Gregory had looked when the news came that you had left."

Kenny sighed and got up.

"But you shouldn't be talking to me about this. You should talk to him. No seriously. Talk to him." And he left, leaving Christophe alone with his thoughts. Christophe just stared off into space.

Could it really be? That he had been oblivious? Ignorant? That he hadn't noticed how Gregory really felt? That him leaving had not been a solution at all but that that had actually gotten him into such a mess?

The rest of the day passed in a daze. His thoughts occupying him too much for him to be able to concentrate on anything. He had always been running away from Gregory when he was younger, terrified that his attraction would not be answered. And instead of solving his problems it had only made them worse.

But travel the world, leave...yes, he still wanted to do that. With Gregory. He wanted to see the pyramids with him and watch how Gregory would turn that amazing shade of orangy-red that all English people tended to get when exposed to sunlight. He wanted to watch the Northern lights together or spend hours in a bus that would lead them towards the coast of some country. Dive into a deep blue ocean together or drink rakia in a bar...

At home he paced in the kitchen, smoking cigarette after cigarette. Something needed to be done. If he didn't act quickly Gregory might really be fed up with it all. Gregory might leave him.

He had had it.

When the sound of the door came he rushed to the front of the house where Gregory had just closed the door. An alarmed look on his face he watched as Christophe approached at a fast rate. He didn't wait for Gregory to take off his coat or give him any time to protest or react instead he just grabbed Gregory's coat and smashed their lips together in a searing kiss.

He could hear the surprised 'uhmpf!' from Gregory but paid no attention to it. He kept kissing him and pushed off his coat, grabbing the lapels of Gregory's suit and pulling him towards the living room. Gregory kissed back, surprised, but just as passionately. His mouth left Gregory's, starting to kiss down his throat. He pushed his jacket off, impatient to feel more of him. To have him closer, ever closer. His hands were roaming everywhere over the blond. His smooth back, his firm ass and over his chest.

"Christophe, what-.' Came Gregory's confused, heavy voice.

"No talking." He pushed Gregory down onto the coffee table. His hands found Gregory's knees and he pushed them apart. His right immediately pushing inside Gregory's underwear. His mouth found Gregory's neck again, sucking just below his ear.

"Christophe!" Alarmed and surprised. But Christophe could only smirk against Gregory's skin. The blond wasn't fooling anyone, he was already rock-hard inside his boxers. He wrapped his hand around Gregory's hard erection, pumping it softly but firmly. He knew Gregory preferred it like that. The blond was biting his lip, turning slightly pink as he was trying to keep quiet. His hands were sliding over Christophe's shoulders, clenching slightly if Christophe swiped his thumb over his slit.

The vision of Gregory on their coffee table, so wanton, so vulnerable and all of that just for him.

He didn't care anymore. He wanted him now: claim him, own him, show his dominance over him. Show the blond once and for all that he was his and his alone.

With one swift move he pulled Gregory's pants off taking his briefs with it, leaving him half naked on the coffee table. He didn't give the blonde any time to relax and pressed his legs open, diving between them to take Gregory into his mouth. A surprised gasp sounded from above him but he paid it no heed, instead he worked up a rhythm: slow and thorough. It felt wonderful to have his mouth on the blond, his scent and feel intoxicating him completely and only making him more aroused.

He felt a hand settle in his hair encouraging him. With his hands he spread the blonde's legs further, fingers skimming over his ass softly.
As he stroke his index finger down lower between the blond's legs he felt a hunger awake in him and he detached himself from Gregory. He stood up and quickly moved to his bedroom. He heard Gregory call after him, obviously confused. But he moved into his bedroom, grabbing his lube and walking back into the living room quickly. Gregory's eyes widened at the lube.

"I'm not, I don't-." But he ignored him, too eager, too urgent to do so. He knew Gregory was objecting to bottoming, but he didn't care about that. He knew he was just as desperate for sex as he was. He opened the lube, spreading a generous amount on his fingers. He dropped to his knees again and sucked on Gregory's erection again. The blond's protests died on his tongue as he took him in deep, sucking hard. He let his right hand move between Gregory's legs, pressing a finger slowly inside.

He heard another surprised sound but kept pushing in and out of Gregory, carefully relaxing and massaging the muscles. He knew he was good at it and he could feel Gregory trying to remain in control of himself. But the hand that kept tightening in his hair and the way the blonde was subconsciously spreading his legs further indicated Gregory was slowly falling apart under his fingers. He added a second finger and he heard Gregory barely suppress a groan.

The hand tugged at his hair and he came up in confusion. Gregory locked eyes with him and with shaking hands he tugged at his shirt. Christophe understood the hint and quickly discarded his shirt. He moved up and unbuttoned his jeans, kicking them off along with his boxers. Gregory licked his lips and his hands moved to his own shirt, but Christophe's stopped him.

"No, leave it on." There was something strangely sexy about Gregory still wearing his shirt. He dipped down and claimed Gregory's mouth in another kiss, his hands found Gregory's ass again. He slid his fingers in again. Deep and curling. Gregory whimpered against his mouth.

The blond made a desperate mewling sound as Christophe pressed a third finger inside him, spreading him open urgently. Christophe couldn't wait any longer, he grabbed the lube and spread it over himself quickly. He hooked Gregory's legs high up over his waist, spreading him open under him, and didn't wait before pushing himself into Gregory. The blond threw his head back and dug his nails into Christophe's upper arms.

"God damn, Gregory." Christophe groaned. The blond was very, very tight and he was almost sure he was hurting him. He kissed the blond on his face and neck and very carefully started to move his hips, pushing in and out of the blond with care. Gregory lay powerless underneath him, spread open and blushing. He was moaning under his breath with his eyes closed. The ultimate vulnerable look. God, he loved seeing Gregory like this. He kept his thrust slow and careful, not wanting to hurt the blond too much.

"Hm, you feel really good, Gregory." He whispered in his ear, teeth sinking into the soft flesh just underneath it. Gregory only moaned very softly as he started to tentatively meet his thrusts. The soft mewling sounds that kept escaping his mouth turned Christophe on enormously and he pressed in harder, trying to find that spot that would make Gregory go insane. He knew he had found it when Gregory arched his back, moaning wantonly.

"You don't let many people do this, do you?" Gregory shook his head.

"Then I bet you also don't beg many people for it." Gregory's eyes narrowed at that remark. Christophe slowed his movements and Gregory made an angry sound.

"Do it, Gregory. Beg." He husked in the blond's face.

"You know I'm not doing that." Christophe stopped completely. He grabbed Gregory's hands and pinned them above his head with one hand.

"Christophe." The blond looked angry and he tried to buck up to get Christophe to move. Christophe was too strong for him and easily kept him pinned down.

"Do it, Gregory." He whispered with a smirk and licked a slow strike over Gregory's cheek. With a strangled, frustrated gasp, he gave up.

"God, Christophe." He choked out. "Please, just, ugh, please just fuck me." Christophe started rolling his hips. Very, very slowly and softly. Gregory bit his lip but couldn't prevent a soft moan from leaking out. More mewling sounds escaped him and Christophe saw clearly how Gregory was embarrassed by them. But he really couldn't see why, Gregory moaning was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Maybe he needed some encouragement.

He maintained his slow pace and whispered hotly in Gregory's ear.

"Tell me 'ow you want it mon cher, and you'll get eet." Gregory whimpered desperately.

"Harder, oh God, harder, please." Christophe obliged, pushing in deep and with strength. Gregory's legs trembled against his waist as he hit that spot deep within him.

"I want to 'ear you." He whispered in Gregory's ear as he released his wrists. But Gregory left them there, apparently fine with being powerless for a bit. His shirt already staining with sweat and his hair messy and curly, spread out around his head.

"I want to 'ear you moan. Come on, moan for me." Gregory was silent, he just panted harshly, but he already knew how to deal with that and he moved in faster. A low moan escaped Gregory's lips and he blushed instantly. But Christophe groaned in appreciation, not hiding the sound himself. Hearing Gregory moan and feeling him so submissive under him was exhilarating.

"God, I love to 'ear you moan, eet's such a beautiful sound." He whispered in Gregory's neck, planting kisses there. With a grunt he pushed in harder, faster. And then he felt Gregory let go entirely underneath him. He relaxed completely and soft moans and mewls left his mouth unchecked.

"Hm, yes." Gregory moaned. "Oh God, it feel so good." Christophe shifted to lean on one of his elbows, his free hand sliding over Gregory's still clothed chest.

"Don't you want zis every day?"

"Christophe..." His name the only thing the blond was able to say, though his tone was angry and out of breath.

"I said." Christophe bit out through clenched teeth. "Don't you want zis every day?" Punctuating every word with a hard thrust inside. His hands gripping Gregory's hips, clenching the flesh underneath his fingers and forcing him open even more.

"You eizer 'ave me every day or you don't 'ave me at all." He growled, anger and arousal inextricable, swirling around each other.

"What are you talking about?" Gregory panted out, but Christophe knew he knew what he meant. But he said it either way.

"I eizer leave and never came back or I stay and we're a couple."

Gregory whimpered, hands finding Christophe's arm and grasping them tightly.

"I don't think us living together and dating is a good idea." The blond said very fast.

Christophe felt devastated at yet another denial. But he wasn't about to give up so easily. After all, he knew what this was about.

"I don't see why not, but eet's your choice. You tell me what you want: I either leave or I stay." He had never had such a long conversation during sex, usually only using dirty talk. But talk or not, he knew his orgasm was only minutes away. Gregory so at his submission was too much to bear. It was way better than any fantasy or dream he had ever had.

"Tell me Gregory!" He growled, moving harder and Gregory threw his head back moaning wantonly. His blond hair spilling around him, curling with sweat.

"Do I leave or do I stay?" Still no answer. Gregory's moans were getting deeper and more and more desperate.

"I need an answer now." He hissed, leaning over the blond as he slammed into him. Gregory opened his eyes and looked up at him.

"Stay." He whispered in a very soft voice. Christophe groaned and buried his head in Gregory's neck, grinding into the blond. He gripped Gregory's erection in a loose fist, jerking off in time with his movements. Gregory moaned out loudly at his touch, pressing up in pure desperation. His fingers digging so hard into Christophe's upper arms that it hurt. Christophe could only grunt and groan as he felt Gregory clench needfully around him.

"Oh, God. Christophe!" The blond moaned louder every time Christophe hit his prostrate. "Yes, yes! Oh God, yes!"

"Come on, Gregory." Christophe groaned back, he knew he couldn't last, not like this. His thumb moved over Gregory's tip, spreading the precum over it. At that he could see Gregory's entire lower body start to tighten. He backed up, moving in harder. Gregory's shaking legs spread more, allowing him better access.

"Hmm." Long, low whines started to fell from Gregory's lips. "Oh, so good, so good." Christophe repeated the movement of his fingers over Gregory's erection and he could see the blond's eyes closing tightly.

"Christophe, fuck! I'm-." his sentence was cut short as he came all over his own shirt and Christophe's hand who kept stroking him. His own breathing hitching as he felt Gregory contract around him. But the blond didn't wait for him to catch his breath. Instead he tugged him forward and latched his mouth onto Christophe's neck, biting hard. Another loud groan sounded from his mouth as he bucked into the blond uncontrollably. Gregory made a low humming sound underneath him, as if he very much enjoyed Christophe being that rough. It was too much. With a loud groan he came inside Gregory. Panting furiously he stopped his movements. Gregory was completely out of breath under him. Eyes closed and head thrown back.

Christophe stroke Gregory's shoulder tentatively. The blond looked completely and thoroughly fucked out. Whenever Christophe had sex he always gave it his all. But he also knew not everybody liked to get touched after sex. Some of his former lovers had claimed they always needed a moment to recover after he was done with them. Softly he trailed his nose over Gregory's cheekbone and he pressed a kiss against it. Gregory's eyes flew open.

"Good Lord, Christophe." Christophe was silent. Gregory's tone didn't make it clear whether he was angry or approving of him. He kissed his cheek again and tried:

"Hm?"

"My shirt, God, it's totally ruined." Christophe's face broke out into a grin. If Gregory started to talk about stuff like that things were okay.

"Hm, I'm sorry, mon cher. You just looked so good in it, I couldn't help myself." He nuzzled Gregory's cheek with his nose again.

"Yes, well. Next time let me take it off."

"Next time?" Christophe said with a surprised expression on his face.

"Yes." Gregory frowned back, tensing up underneath him. "Because you are staying right? Or did you just say that to-."

Christophe cut him of by pressing a finger against his lips.

"Mon cher." He breathed and Gregory relaxed a bit under him. "I am staying, really don't worry. I know I left in ze past but-." Gregory jerked under him and Christophe knew it was because he was scared at having been found out.

"Zat was a mistake, I'll never leave again. You don't have to worry about zat." It seemed as if Gregory was searching for the appropriate words to say.

"I missed you so much." Gregory finally choked out. With alarm, Christophe could see tears in his beautiful eyes. He leaned in, his hands caressing Gregory lovingly and reassuringly.

"I missed you too." He kissed him and Gregory replied by grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer, as if he were afraid that he would just get up and leave.

"But I won't do all zat again, you know I won't. If I ever leave I would always come back to you." He leaned in to kiss Gregory again, pouring all his feelings into the kiss and Gregory replied, kissing him back sweetly.

"If I were to go anywhere I want you zere with me."

Gregory smiled and ran his hand through Christophe's sweaty hair.

"I'd really like that too. God please, if you ever leave again, take me with you."

"I will, mon cher, you know I will. But I don't even want to leave."

"No? You'll really stay?" Gregory appeared to be nearly ecstatic about it, smiling radiantly. Christophe almost expected him to burst out into some jubilant song.

"Yes."

"Even when I continue to make only bangers and mash for dinner?" Gregory smirked underneath him and Christophe gripped his arms in warning.

"Zat nonsense ' as to stop now!"

Christophe tried to look angry and menacing but failed when he saw Gregory's happy and laughing face.

"Oh, mon cher." He whispered with a grin.

"Oh, my darling." Gregory sighed back. "But I won't make all that greasy British food then."

"No, please do." Christophe grinned. Gregory rose his eyebrows at him. Christophe leaned in to kiss his cheek and murmured:

"Zen we can get fat togezzer."