A couple of weeks later in April, Matthew was sitting in the therapists office. After he told Gilbert that he wanted to kill himself, the albino told him that he should seek help before he committed a tragic suicide caused more problems than he thought would be solved. While Matthew thought this was stupid and no time should be wasted on one as hopeless as himself, Gilbert did have a point. If he did kill himself then that would cause a lot of problems. Of course everyone would be heartbroken and Gilbert would be mad that he didn't say anything earlier to prevent his death. The thought of actually dying sometimes scared Matthew but, in a sense, he wasn't afraid and he was ready for Death to knock on his door and take him to the gates of Heaven or Hell. Soon he was called into his therapist's office and was once again greeted with the pink office he came to face with in February.

"Good to see you again Matthew." Said the therapist he met. Looks like he got himself finally settled down and was less nervous. He sat down in the chair and smoothed out his dress. It made him a little uncomfortable being here now with all the events that happened over the past two months.

"Hello Toris." The Lithuanian man grabbed a notepad and pen and he started the session.

"How have you been since February?"

"I-I don't know. A lot of things have happened its kind of hard to explain and I don't know where to begin. I mean, Papa said we'd be coming back to therapy but nothing happened and I guess we fell out of the routine and all we needed was family love. In any case, I don't know how to begin the course of events that happened in the time span of two months."

"Just start where you feel most comfortable."

"Well, to start my fathers have gotten back together and are going to get married again on May 25th and my papa's best friend found out his brain tumors came back. He's been going under chemotherapy for a couple of weeks now to get rid of any chance of more tumors popping up in the future."

"That's good! Now, not to sound rude or anything, but, what are you doing here? Is there something you need to talk to a therapist about?" Matthew nodded and he felt the familiar stinging of tears in his eyes come back as he remembered why he came for therapy. He needed a way to cope and talk to someone before he killed himself.

"Mat-"

"I was raped." Matthew whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"Back in March when my brother and I were in the shopping district and we were walking out of one of those novelty stores with a pillow I was going to add some embroidery and stitching on it and give it to my boyfriend as a birthday present when some older men laughed at me and called me a pansy and said that my brother should be embarrassed to be hanging out with me."

"How did it make you feel?"

"The words hurt me. I get made fun of because of my feminine ways and get called a pansy because I've never fought back before. Anyways, the next day people started to make fun of me because I started to wear a dress to school and my gym teacher raped me. He said I was nothing and let me walk out with blood coming out my butt and completely weak; I could barely form a single word and I was fading in and out of consciousness. It left a nasty scar in my head and I just don't know how to live anymore. People at school say I deserved it and it was my damn fault and that I should kill myself. Sometimes I wonder if that would be the right choice for me to just end a pathetic life! I'd be solving a problem and no one would care." Matthew cried. He hadn't expected himself to say so much but the words were out there but he said what was in his heart and mind. He had to let his feelings go. Toris looked at the teen. He only met him a short while ago but to have all that happen over a short period of time had to be challenging.

"Matthew... killing yourself wouldn't have solved anything. Even if you had then those same kids who talk bad about you because of it probably wouldn't feel any sense of remorse and think of the people who do care what happened and are trying to help you cope and move on from this. They care and if you killed yourself you would be taking pieces of their hearts with you to the grave. Believe me, I have lived through a friend's suicide and tried to do it myself and it is not an easy road because people will question why you did it and will treat you like something fragile every time you get close to something life-threatening."

"It would make me feel better..."

"No it wouldn't. In the end, you'd be causing yourself and everyone who loves and cares about you pain. You have a full life ahead of you. Don't end it early at age 14 because of some ignorant kids bullying you about something that, to many people, is such a sensitive topic."

"Why are they even saying the things they're saying to me? Do you think they went down my road and are trying to repress the memories?" Toris shrugged.

"I don't know. Some people just don't take into consideration of how the victim feels and seem to take the side of the violator. Matthew, promise me you won't end life before you got to see all the great things life has to offer. You're too young for that and as I have said before you have people who care for you and will help you through this." Matthew wiped some tears from his eyes. Toris was right, he would be causing pain if he killed himself. Not only to himself but to his family and his boyfriend and his friends too.

Soon the boy had to leave and left Toris to think about what he said to Matthew about not killing himself. His earlier words had brought him to think of his dear friend who had killed himself a few years ago. He was just nineteen and getting close to ending his first year of college when his Estonian friend, Eduard, decided he was finished with life and committed suicide at the age of seventeen. He never understood or found out why Eduard had done it and he never had any thoughts on who or what could have made him do it. Eduard never had any problems at home or, at least it seemed that way. His parents were going through a nasty divorce when Eduard was fourteen didn't seem too affected by it because every time he was asked about it he would say that it was a tough time but he'd get through it.

When the divorce was official, he just kept to himself and was always on the computer in his free time. Eduard always had something of a terrifying love for computers that sometimes scared Toris but he never said anything to him because he thought it was a way for him to cope with the divorce. Soon, the blond started to drink. Toris tried to get him to stop but Eduard always said he was fine and he wasn't dying. He used to get in trouble a lot for drinking during class and the teachers would have to get the principal and his parents involved in the matter of his drinking. They tried to take it away from him but he always found a way to get it back since he was smart like that. At the time, Toris thought that if he were so smart to find a way to get his liquor back then why wasn't he smart enough to stay away from it?

Things got worse when he started to smoke. He'd smoke behind the school, he'd smoke in the cafeteria at lunch time so the cigarette smoke would get mixed up in the lunch lady's smoke, he'd smoke in the bathroom, and he'd even try to sneak in a puff or two during class. Toris tried to stop him before something bad like lung cancer happened or his smoking got so bad he'd have to get surgery to get something removed because it had been greatly damaged by the constant intake of nicotine. Eduard said that he could quit smoking anytime he wanted but he never quit and he ended up getting lung cancer from it.

After quitting smoking and starting a battle with lung cancer, Eduard started to cut school and started fighting anyone who pissed him off. Toris was never a victim of the beatings because most of the fights Eduard got into were with people who would hurt him when he wasn't around. Toris was always getting him to try to quit fighting every time he had to wrap a wound he got in a fight with someone but Eduard always said: "Toris, until you learn to fight for yourself, I'm always going to fight for you like friends should." Toris would reply with: "I'm older than you Eduard. Let me be the one to fight, not you." The blond would laugh and say: "Sometimes it takes the younger to protect the older. Age doesn't matter. It's a matter of heart that makes a person fight." He never knew what to reply with when he said that. It was always something that was said that you have no idea how to reply to. In truth, Toris did feel protected but he always felt guilty because every time he saw Eduard after a fight, he had a new bruise. One time he was wrapping his wounds, he asked if his mother was going to take him to a therapist to talk about his problems and Eduard said that his mother turned into a bitter drunk and any extra money brought into the house went to alcohol and she didn't care nothing about him or his well-being. The sad thing about that reply was it was true and up until the very end of his young life and even now, it still is.

Toris remembered the day he received the call from his father that Eduard died after hanging himself in his bedroom closet. He dropped the phone and couldn't believe it. His best friend. The one who fought for him and protected him, killed himself. That weekend, a funeral service was being held for him but hardly anyone came to bid him one last farewell. The only people who did come to the service were himself, Eduard's father, some relatives from Estonia who still cared about him despite the mess he turned himself into, and a younger Latvian boy named Raivis that had started to take a liking to the deceased. After the funeral, Toris received the letter Eduard wrote for him before he killed himself. He still had the letter but he never read it because it would hurt him to read it and know what happened to the owner of the handwriting shortly after writing it. After Eduard died, Toris was a mess. He cried everyday when he got home, he would stare at photos of himself and his dearly departed friend, he would even try to have a séance to communicate with his spirit to find out why. Nothing worked and nothing helped. He decided the only option was to kill himself and join his friend in Heaven.

It was late at night when he decided to do it. He had the bottle of sleeping pills in his hands and he was getting ready to do it when the door opened to show his, then, Polish roommate, Feliks, who recently moved in because his roommate killed himself and he didn't want to live alone. Feliks realized what was happening and took the pills away before he could do anything else. He told him that he still had a full life ahead of him and he couldn't end it now because he was still grieving over the loss of a friend and had to learn how to move on. Toris couldn't move. So much love and compassion came out of his mouth and it was something Eduard would tell him. He cried that night because he had an angel with him and he still had that angel with him.

"Toris! You, like, ready to go?" The Lithuanian was brought out of his flashback when he heard the familiar voice of his boyfriend. He looked at Feliks who was wearing a simple pink dress with pink sandals and his hair was a little curled at the ends. A warm smile spread on his face when he looked at his saving angel.

"Yea. Let's go." He said as he got up and kissed his lover and walked them out of the office.

Antonio was in his living room watching the TV and getting some work done when there was a knock on his door. He got up and opened it only to be met with Francine who had a sleeping Arcelia in her arms. Quickly he let them in and watched Francine lay their daughter on a couch. Antonio knew something was off. Usually, he and Francine would be at it by now and Arcelia would be in her room trying to block out the noise their voices would be making with the yelling.

"What do you want?" He asked. Francine frowned and took a deep breath before answering.

"I... You see, this won't be easy to say and I completely understand if you get angry but, I'm going back to France tonight but this time, Arcelia isn't coming with me."

"W-What do you mean?"

"Have you paid attention to the fashion media Antonio? My modeling career and my fashion line have been going off at an alarming rate and I'm so busy that I'm rarely home and don't have any time for raising a child so I'm leaving her with you." Antonio had no words. He couldn't say anything. On one hand he was thrilled he would be raising his daughter but on the other one he was silently angry because to him, it sounded like Francine was choosing her career over her child.

"Why?"

"Que?"

"Why are you leaving Arcelia here with me? I mean, I'll take her in because she's my only daughter and I love her to bits, but, why me?"

"I've hired multiple nannies to look after her in the past but none of them fit the bill. Some of them couldn't stand her, some of them stole from me, one of them even hit her! I didn't want to hire another nanny like that and I thought I might as well leave the little unwanted brat here with the worst one-night stand of my life." Antonio really felt like hitting her. When he first found out Francine was pregnant with their daughter he was scared at first but it eventually faded into happiness. Francine on the other hand didn't want to keep her, in fact she wanted to get an abortion but he wouldn't let that happen to his only child so he convinced her to keep the baby.

"Don't you dare call her a brat."

"Hah! Always defending her. Laughable, Carriedo."

"Why are you acting like this? Ever since Arcelia came along you have been nothing but a bitch about being her mother."

"Why? You want to know why? Before you knocked me up, I had a career and I was riding high and then I find out I have the parasite in me and I wanted to get rid of it but you wouldn't let me. So I gain the weight and with the time off that I took, I lost my job and let me tell you that it was not easy having to rebuild my career from the ground up because I had to do things I'm not proud of to get where I am today and I fucking refuse to leave all that behind to play Maman to a child I didn't want. This Frenchie has worked for too long and too hard to get where she is today and will not let a child keep her from living that life. It happened once and I will not let the past repeat itself."

"You are by far the worst human being I have ever had the displeasure of meeting."

"And you are by far the weakest man I have ever had the displeasure of sleeping with."

"Go to Hell." Antonio snapped.

"I vacation there."

"Um... I don't know what's going on here but where can I leave these?" The feuding man and woman turned to the open doorway to see a younger man holding a bunch of bags and still struggling with holding them. Francine smiled and walked over to the man.

"You can leave these right here in the living room darling and then you can wait for me in the car, I'll be there in a minute." She then kissed him on the cheek when she was finished her sentence. He blushed and dropped the bags where he was told and hurried off into the direction he came in. The woman laughed and turned to face her husband who was fuming mad.

"You're abandoning your daughter for your job and a fit of lust?!"

"Keep your pants on, Carriedo. That was Eric and he is my assistant. Our relationship is strictly work force only, I assure you nothing sexual has happened between us and if anything did, Arcelia would have been at a friend's house. I'd love to stay and talk with you some more but I have a flight to catch and I don't want to spend any more time than I have to in this Godforsaken country." With that, she left and never turned back.

Antonio felt like he was lost. He was working a full-time job, going through chemo, single, and is now tasked with raising his daughter alone. What was he going to do? So much responsibility was wavering over his head and he had no idea what to do. He looked at his daughter who was still asleep. She looked so peaceful sleeping like that, it was almost hard for him to believe that he was going to keep her. If it meant she was away from her bitch of a mother, he was happy to have her. One thing the Spaniard never understood was why Francine had to act like that. If she didn't want anything to do with raising Arcelia then she could have left her with him from the start! Antonio picked her up and kissed her forehead as he carried her to the guest room and placed her on the bed.

"I guess it's going to be the two of us from now on. I don't know how we'll get through this but I'll have to make the best of things for the both of us. Good night my little tomato." With that, Antonio walked out of the bedroom and to his own. As soon as he got to his room he plopped himself on the bed as if he forgot to sit or stand. This must be what a newly single parent feels like. Alone and no support form the other parent. He knew it was going to be hard to raise his baby girl alone but, in the end, she'll turn out alright. It happened to him.

When he was only two years old, his father died of a heart attack leaving his mother to care for him and his estranged twin, Andres, alone. He could almost remember how hard it was to grow up because they were always struggling to get by and some nights he had to go without food while the rest were cold. His mother tried to get help from her family but none of them could help and his father's side, for some reason, hated her. Antonio wanted to let his mother have his half of the money his father left for him and his brother but she didn't want him to do that for her sake. She always said that it was his money and he should put it to good use. All memories aside, they made it but, he and his brother fell out of contact with each other and the only time he and his mother talk is over the phone, e-mail, and Skype.

He smiled when he thought of his family. The day Arcelia was born he was happy to have some family in the States but when Francine took Arcelia back to France with her, Antonio didn't feel like exsisting anymore. His only flesh and blood was somewhere else and it hurt him since it reminded him of his own family. He was afraid they would fall out of contact too but that one phone call from France made everything alright again. After that, you can kind of guess what happened from that point. Antonio started to drift off to sleep with the thought of how the future was going to bring for him and Arcelia. Would it bring them happiness or would it bring them despair?

The next morning, Arthur was in the office doing some paperwork for his boss but stopped for what was the tenth time today to look at his ring. He couldn't believe he was going to marry Francis again. He loved him and wanted to get back together but then again, will things be different from last time? He didn't want to end up being hurt again. After the way they fell apart, Arthur swore that he would never, under any circumstances, ever fall in love again. It always hurts to fall in love, doesn't it? One minute you're flying in the air as if nothing can hurt you and the next moment you're lying on the ground wondering how you got there.

"Mr. Kirkland!" Arthur was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Ivan's voice. He scrambled to get up and when he did he was met with Ivan's not amused face.

"I can tolerate daydreaming on the job, but not when you are needed so next time, we can save the daydreams for everywhere else but here, da?"

"Forgive me Mr. Braginski but I was lost in thought."

"What could distract my assistant today?"

"Next month, on the 25th, I'll be getting married again. Some wedding plans got me a little distracted and for that I am truly sorry."

"A wedding?"

"Yes. If you want to, you can come. The wedding will be at the shore starting at 10 AM." Ivan thought about it for a bit. He probably shouldn't go on account of being very awkward in social situations but if he went home and told his sisters about the invite they'd make him accept the invitation. With his sisters in mind, he nodded.

"Da. I will go to wedding but only because I have nothing scheduled for that day, right?"

"No Mr. Braginski. Other than my wedding, nothing else is scheduled for May 25th." Ivan nodded and walked away from his assistant with nothing else to say on the matter. He thought he should have turned down the invite but, as his eldest sister, Katyusha, says, he needs to get out more. Usually he's at home on the weekends and when he is, he's either doing some work at home or tending to things around the home. At a young age, he was always alone and he liked it like that because the people who he did get close to ended up hurting him later and he learned at an early age that if you're alone, no one can hurt you.

Later that day, Ivan returned home to see Katyusha sitting on the porch and staring into nothing as if she doesn't know what to do with life anymore. He got out of his car and sat next to her. Katyusha smiled and looked at her brother with her eyes filled to the brim with tears, some shed and some unshed. Ivan draped and arm over her shoulders as a means of trying to comfort her through whatever she went through earlier in the day.

"Ivan, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" Katyusha wiped some of her tears before she answered.

"I'm pregnant."

"Who's the father?"

"Sadik Adnan. The Turkish man I've been seeing lately." Ivan nodded in understanding. Katyusha had been recently dating a Turkish man who wears this creepy as hell mask everywhere he goes and never takes it off unless he has to. Personally, he didn't like the guy. He was a fucking loud-mouth, had a thing with apple juice, had a collection of knives, and he was just weird but, regardless of his weird shit, Katyusha still loved the guy.

"Does he know yet?"

"No, I just found out today and I have no idea how to tell him. I feel so alone and I don't know if he will even acknowledge the baby as his and stay with me or leave me in the cold!" She cried as Ivan hugged her close. Never before had Ivan seen his older sister so sad and confused in her life. Usually, she was cheerful and upbeat. Sure she was a crybaby sometimes but that was a usual occurence he was able to live with.

"If he does that then you and the baby can stay here for as long as you need to. How far long are you?"

"Three weeks. What will I do? I'm so scared and I don't know what to do."

"You'll know when the time comes. Now let's get inside, I don't want anything to happen to my niece or nephew." Katyusha kissed her brother's cheek and walked inside their home with a renewed sense of hope for the future. She hoped that Sadik loved her enough to stay with her and raise the baby. They haven't been together too long but, hopefully, he doesn't mind at least staying around for the baby.

Arthur returned home from work and was greeted by a kiss from his fiancé. Surprise took over him at first but then he melted into the kiss and embraced him. They broke apart for some air and smiled at each other as Francis wrapped an arm around the smaller's waist.

"Tough day at work mon cher?"

"I was thinking about out wedding and it was distracting me. Just imagine; Sunday, May 25th 2014 we'll be married on the beach and for the rest of that week, we'll be in Hawaii and when we return, we'll be married again and have that relationship we used to have before... you know..." Francis nodded and took Arthur's hand into his own.

"Dinner is in the kitchen waiting for you." The British man went to the kitchen and got a little surprise. The table was set for two and was complete with wine, candles, and the twins dressed up as waiters. He turned around to see Francis with a rose in his hand. The blond came towards him and placed another kiss on his lips.

"The boys thought we would be stressed out from wedding planning and wanted to give us a night to relax so they made us dinner and let us have out night."

"Would you like me to take your coat and brief case to the closet, sir?" Matthew asked as he tried to be a proper waiter. Arthur liked this and took off his coat and handed his things to his youngest son. He and Francis sat down and started to eat their meal. They ate in silence as they had no words to express how they were feeling tonight. Well, there was one way and if they had any words to say them they would but Alfred and Matthew were in the room. After dinner the two gave each other the look and smiled at their sons.

"Boys, dinner was lovely and you were so sweet to cook for us, thank you. Now you two get off to bed while your father and I clear the table." The twins looked at each other and shrugged as they left the kitchen and went to their room. Once they heard the door close, they blew the candles out before waiting a few moments and the Arthur pounced on the table and grabbed Francis by the collar and smashed his lips against his in a sloppy kiss.

The two made out on the table as Francis started to rub the small bulge that was forming in Arthur's pants. The British man ended up breaking the kiss with a moan. Francis used another hand to unbutton Arthur's shirt as his mouth was busy marking his neck. Arthur unbuttoned the rest of the shirt himself and threw it off as he brought his fiancé's head up and kissed him. Somehow in the kiss, Francis was able to pin the uke down on the table and once again attacking his neck but this time, going down his neck and to his shoulder and nipping, sucking, and kissing down his chest. The feeling of his lips made Arthur go crazy and grind his growing erection into Francis's.

The Frenchman growled in pleasure and started to unzip his lover's pants. A green eye widened and he moaned as he arched his hips into his lover's touch, wanting more. Francis got the message but decided to tease him by gently running a finger around the bulge. The British man's teeth grit against each other. He knew that man was tying to make him go crazy with want. It was his way of taking things slow and as much as it made him impatient for what's to come next, it made the wait worth it. Just the anticipation alone made Arthur go crazy and reveal a feverishly lustful side in him.

"P-Please..." Arthur whined.

"Please what my love? Be more specific."

"Please touch me... ah!"

A throaty moan came out when Francis took off Arthur's pants and underwear. The uke's erected member twitched when it was released into the air. As quickly as it had been released, a warm heat was enclosed on it. His hips automatically thrust upwards but his hips were being held down as Francis took all of him and and bobbed his head up and down as his tongue wandered around his shaft. Arthur moaned as he felt like he was in Heaven and it was just from his lover's hot mouth and his tongue. The seme sucked harder and it made Arthur feverishly moan. He felt as if the room was getting hotter by the second as he was nearing his release.

"Ah... Francis... I'm about to...!" Francis took his mouth off of Arthur's cock and got off the table. He unzipped himself and let out his own erection. Arthur got the idea of what to next and crawled to the end of the table where Francis was. Green eyes looked at Francis with pleading eyes. It's one of those nights... Francis thought as he used a hand to cup Arthur's cheek. A warm and yet sadistic smile flashed on the Frenchman's face as he looked at his uke.

"You want it, don't you my slave?"

"Y-yes master..."

"Then open your mouth."

Arthur obeyed and opened his mouth only to have it be filled with his lover's cock. He deep throated the organ and looked at Francis with innocent green eyes. They'd done this roleplay so many times, it was predictable what would end up happening. Francis was enjoying this so much he grabbed Arthur's head and held it in place and thrusted inwards. In and out. In and out. Arthur started to pump himself as his lover thrusted. The seme was getting close to his release and he thrusted faster. He released into his mouth and Arthur swallowed all of his cum. Some of it was dripping off the side of the uke's mouth but he didn't care. For right now he wanted to please his master. Francis waved his hand in the "come here" motion. Arthur immediately got off the table and stood in from of his seme.

What Francis did next was something Arthur was so familiar with and he tried to block out of his mind. He was bent over the table and Francis was circling his cock around his hole. The memories of this position flooded his mind as he tried not to think of the past but what was happening now. Next, Francis slowly went in. Arthur let out a scream that was mixed with pain and pleasure. When Francis was fully in, he stopped for a bit before slowly thrusting in and out. Arthur grabbed the table as his thrusts started to go faster.

"Faster... Deeper... Please..." He moaned. Francis went faster and deeper like Arthur pleaded. The blond met his lover's thrusts with his own hips but Francis caught on and held his hips in place. The seme thrusted faster and and deeper until he hit that one spot. Arthur screamed Francis's name in pleasure when that one spot was hit. The Frenchman hit his prostate over and over again as Arthur's screams and moans filled the air.

"Say my name!"

"Francis! Francis! Francis!" Arthur mindlessly chanted over and over. Francis was getting close to release and was thrusting faster and faster until he reached it. He rode out his orgasm and pulled out when he noticed Arthur was still hard and needed to release. Francis took his hand and pumped Arthur until he came. The two were left sweating and panting and they surveyed the damage done to their kitchen from their lustful activities. The couple just shrugged it off as Francis picked his uke up bridal style and carried him up the stairs and to their bedroom where they lay together in each other's arms until Arthur said,

"I love you."

"Je taime aussi." Francis replied as he fell asleep with his lover in his arms.

Meanwhile, Alfred and Matthew were still up. Matthew was holding his Kumajiro tightly to his chest and Alfred wasa laying in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. They heard their fathers having sex and it wasn't pleasant to hear. Must they always have sex when they're around?

"Mattie?"

"Yea brother?"

"I think Papa and Dad did it in the kitchen."

"If the kitchen is a wreck when we wake up then we'll know."

"Is having sex when the kids are home a major turn on for couples?"

"I guess so."

"Good night. Sleep tight. And don't try to think of them having sex."

"Night." And they both fell asleep, trying to forget what they heard.

Me: I hope you guys liked this chapter! Sorry if some bits in the chapter were shitty but I couldn't think of anything else. Anyways, if you liked this chapter then please review, favorite, or follow! This is Janae AKA OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D