They were on the couch again. Only this time, Freud said nothing, only pressing into him harder, breath faintly ghosting over his mouth as he leaned closer and closer.
Something nagged at the corner of Phantom's mind, making him want to push the redhead away, and yet... It felt nice. Natural, even. Freud's mouth was gentle against his when the touch finally came, but it jolted Phantom nonetheless, leaving sparks trailing down his spine. With a soft little shudder, he pushed himself closer, moving his previously petrified lips against Freud's.
Freud let out an even breath, compared to Phantom's own shaky ones, and they kissed. Soft, delicate and precise, until the blue-eyed man showed a hint of teeth that dug into the blond's bottom lip, and the kiss turned rougher. Phantom lapped upwards, taking Freud's lip into his mouth to suck on before releasing it with an obscene pop.
A disappointed gasp fell from Phantom's lips when Freud pulled back, only to speak in a desperate voice.
"May I-?"
A nod and then their mouths were crushed together, Freud's tongue exploring Phantom's mouth eagerly while the blond licked back. His hands came to tangle in Freud's soft, messy, auburn hair, tugging at it roughly. Freud hissed and pressed Phantom further down, his hand hard on his shoulder.
Their lips parted, a slender string of saliva connecting them before breaking.
"Fuck me, Freud," The words were deliciously obscene, coming from his mouth.
Freud knelt between Phantom's legs, so that each of them had a cock in their face, and obliged.
"Phantom. Phantom, wake up," An exasperated voice. Wasn't that the one that had just been crying out in pleasure...?
Phantom blinked up at a man sleepily, watching as his face came into focus. It was Freud. Wait... Freud...
With a yelp, Phantom sat up, hand coming to cover the tent in his pants. It ached, damn it.
"Nice dream?" Freud asked dryly.
...Phantom's face burned with humiliation and bemusement. Gods, had he really dreamt about...?
"Well, I'd suggest you start thinking about whatever turns you off, because Evan's coming down in a few, and then we're leaving soon after."
...Phantom did his best to think about anything but dream-Freud's flushed face as his lips parted in a moan. Gods, stupid brain. Thankfully, Freud didn't pry. But why the hell had he even had that dream?!
Some combination of a lack of getting any lately, and being around Freud a lot recently, Phantom finally decided.
A few minutes later, the hard-on was successfully conquered, despite the lack of a cold shower. Evan came down the stairs, sleepily lifting his arms over his head to stretch. His hair was in utter disarray.
Together, the two ate their cardboard Cheerios, Freud pacing meanwhile, and then they were walking to the Lumiere.
"So," Freud began, fingers tracing idly over the contours of the map, before gripping the steering wheel, "To get to Edelstein, we need to go back to Lith Harbor. We passed through while coming from Kerning City, so it's just northwest of Henesys."
"Once we're there, we're going to find a ship, correct?"
A nod from the experiment. The car started, and then they were off.
Phantom smirked and saluted Freud, "Team... Whatever our team name is. Next stop: Edelstein."
Lith Harbor was beautiful; Phantom could hear waves crashing and seagulls calling through the open window of the car, their black-tipped wings cutting through the clouds. It was a city cloaked in white, from its buildings to the foam in the ocean. The wind was scented of salt and sand and fresh air. Phantom absent mindedly hoped that no birds would decide to soil his lovely car. They passed over a white bridge, and Phantom admired the shimmering blue water, bokeh dots of white glinting off of it in the sun.
Evan had his face smushed against the window, watching the scenery go by. Clearly, the boy had never traveled outside of Henesys before, and he was awestruck just by the harbor.
"Pretty..." Evan whispered.
Phantom turned in his seat, holding back a smile, and ruffled the brunette's hair, mussing the strands further, before making a face and licking his thumb, smoothing down a strand that had decided to stick up. "Ew!" Evan protested, shoving the hand away, and the blond thief whistled innocently.
Evan was growing on him, slowly but surely. He couldn't help but feel affection for the one who had lost those precious to him, just like he, himself, had.
Freud stopped the car near the dock, the hum of the engine slowing and then stopping.
"We're here," Freud shrugged, smiling lightly.
Phantom found himself spacing out, thinking about the dream he had again. Without realizing, he stared at Freud for a while, before blinking and awkwardly coughing, stepping out of the car.
Phantom's pale gold hair was ruffled by the wind and he wrapped his arm around himself against the chilling breeze. He, Freud and Evan began walking down towards the ships.
One of them seemed incomplete- the other was in perfect condition. If there had been any others, they must have been taken.
On the side of the intact one was written 'Red 413', apparently the name of the ship.
"Looks like the choice is obvious," Phantom remarked, jerking a thumb towards the Red. Freud nodded in agreement.
"So," Phantom grinned sheepishly, "I don't suppose you know how to... Captain a ship?"
...
"No."
They glanced at each other.
"We're doomed," Phantom dramatically threw his hands up to the wind.
"Not if we find a boat instead. Surely the master thief won't mind getting his hands dirty with a little bit of paddling?" Freud smirked.
Phantom crossed his arms over his chest and frowned, "What if I get splinters or blisters?"
"You'll live."
"Mommy taught me how to take care of splinters," Evan announced innocently. "So don't worry!"
Phantom twitched a little. Gods, he was not supposed to be weak to how cute that was. Freud smiled knowingly.
Freud beckoned for Evan to come closer, and then lifted him up, eliciting a startled noise from the boy. They walked the rest of the way to the dock and peered down, finally noticing an inconspicuous paddle-boat. Freud set Evan down in it, and then he and Phantom climbed in as well, the boat rocking.
Phantom blew a wistful kiss goodbye to the Lumiere, and then they were off.
It was nightfall by the time they settled upon the shores of Edelstein, tired out as they were. Evan was asleep.
"Let's just try and get to a safe place," Phantom murmured, glancing around warily. It would be difficult to see if there were any Rotters around, in the dark.
But as his eyes adjusted to the dark, a horrible smell washed over him, and he began to hear grunting.
Phantom's heart pounded in his chest. The Rotters hadn't noticed them yet, but...
"We're surrounded," He whispered.