Hey guys, Kitty29 here with another chapter of Colours!
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This chapter is seexxuuuaaallll seductive. Well the first part anyway, had to rewrite it to make it fit under the T rating llooll.
Thanks bombayxprodigy for reading through it and being like 'wtf no'. It really helped ^^
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Alfred didn't know what he was doing or where he was going when he got on that first bus. All he knew was that he wanted to get away. He didn't care where he went as long as it was away. His body obeyed.
His mind was going through everything and nothing as his body made the familiar transfers and steps it needed to end up at Kiku's house. He didn't question why he was there when he knocked on the door. His friend's mother was the one who answered, told him that Kiku was staying at Heracles house working on some project and that he wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning. Kiku wasn't the reason he was there. Thankfully his reason was.
It wasn't Friday, the day of their arranged meeting but even so Yong Soo didn't seem surprised to see him. Instead he welcomed him with open arms, both figuratively and literally, seeing as he was practically tackled by the Asian with the way he hugged him. Yong Soo quickly brought him inside and up to his room, claiming that he had just gotten some awesome K-pop music that he had to listen too. Well, he did put on the music but it was mostly for the parents than him.
The music was forgotten when Yong Soo's short needy gasps filled his ears. Forgotten when his hands began to freely roam the Korean's surprising toned chest. Forgotten when he got free reign to explore the places usually covered by baggy clothing. Within minutes most of their clothes littered the hardwood floor. They didn't know what it was. Perhaps it was because they both had a frustrating day. Perhaps it was because they were teenage boys nearly at the height of their sexual prime. Whatever it was the two of them found themselves filled with unexplainable lust that needed release. Though they both knew that they were far too young to have sex. Then it got a bit weird.
He wasn't going to go into too much detail, especially not over something like that but lets just say that they managed to find release with just their hands. The experience was...Odd. Interesting, strange and very odd. Definitely something that Alfred would do again in a heartbeat.
After they flopped away from each other, each breathing heavily and each with a grin on their face. They didn't bother cleaning up the white stuff on their stomachs as they lay in the afterglow but that's not where it ended. The trigger to the next events came from a few select words from the Korean. A few select words that were in no shape or form 'sexy'. Yong Soo had turned to Alfred and stated, every simply,
"I think we're going a bit too fast, da~ze."
In which Alfred responded by getting on his knees and initiated round two. It was an experiment more than anything, seeing as the Korean was the first person that he's ever been openly homosexual with. He figured that the other would allow him to do these gay things to him. Well, that was the first part of the experiment anyway. The second part was to see Yong Soo's reaction and...well... Let's just say his hypothesis was wrong. While normally the Korean was rather loud and spontaneous he suddenly turned into this meek mouse when intimate—though he didn't hesitant to grab onto Alfred's hair so tightly that it hurt. The blond had to work to get the Asian to make noise, even with the music covering them up. He had to say that in the end the experience was weird. Then again that was the keyword for this whole experience. Weird. Weird and oddly pleasurable.
Afterwards Yong Soo put his clothes back on and went to get his guest some juice to get the taste out of his mouth but certainly not before he teased the other about it. Alfred quickly downed the liquid and after some more teasing and washing up the two found themselves clothed and laying back on the bed, Yong Soo resting on the others chest, listening to his heart beat while Alfred absentmindedly played with his silky hair. They stayed that way in silence until the smaller of the two broke out into unexpected giggles.
"You just gave me a blow job," Yong Soo stated, trying to be a bit more quiet now that the music had stopped playing. "Can I assume you like me now, da~ze?"
Alfred just shrugged, finding himself laughing along with the other teen. "I guess you can," he said between laughter. They continued with the laughter until suddenly Alfred realized that he was chuckling alone and he awkwardly trailed off.
There was silence before Yong Soo asked a question that Alfred had to admit had crossed his own mind a few times through the experience.
"Why?"
Alfred opened his mouth to answer but realized he didn't know how. Why was he here? Why had he done the things that he did? Was Yong Soo really the one he wanted to see when he had wondered here? Or did he just settle for him when he saw that Kiku wasn't available?
Yong Soo continued to look at the American for a while, his face clearly showing that he wanted answers. When he got nothing he pushed himself off the other and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, opting to sitting there with his back to the other male. Alfred pushed himself on his elbows and looked over at Yong Soo, concern raising in him as he looked over his hunched form.
"This is about your brother, isn't it?"
The breath hitched in his throat as he stared wide eyed at the the Asian. How the...How the hell did he know that? Sure he wasn't really hiding the fact that he was in a fight with his twin but he wasn't...Was he...Was he really doing this because of him? Was he just using Yong Soo as some sort of...Escape?
He opened his mouth again to try and say something. Say anything but words failed him when Yong Soo turned to him with a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "But you choose me out of everyone to comfort you and I'm barely your boyfriend!" A real smile crossed his lips as he laughed again. "You're weird!"
Alfred just blinked at him before he laughed as well. He didn't know what it was about it, but Yong Soo's laugh was really contagious. "Says the one who likes touching guys boobs."
Yong Soo turned to fully face the American and pouted. "Are you always going to use that one?"
Alfred smirked before he sat and faced the Korean. "When I see some of your weirder habits I'll use those instead."
"I won't let you find them!"
Alfred's smirk just grew before he pulled himself off the bed and went over to the desk, wasting no time in opening a random drawer. Yong Soo shrieked before he jumped up and wrapped his arms around the American, trying to stop him from leafing through the random papers he had in there. "Ah! Stop it, da~ze!"
"But until I fi—"
A clap of thunder suddenly filled the room and Alfred froze, his eyes wide. What the hell? It wasn't even raining. No sooner did he think that did he hear the first drops of water hitting the window, as if to spite him. "I thought there weren't going to be any thunderstorms today."
"The weather reports not always right..." The Korean trailed off into a frown as he sensed that something wasn't right. He leaned around the other to see his expression. "Alfred, is something wrong?"
Alfred reached down and freed himself from the Asians grasp before he went towards the door. "I have to go."
Yong Soo blinked at the other. "Did I say something?"
The hand about to turn the doorknob stilled and he simply stood there in thought. "...You know about my...Balloon thing, right?" He turned his head just enough so that he could see the the dark haired teen nod. "Well...I'm not the only one with a phobia." Without further explanation the blond left the room.
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It was only a twenty minute walk from the Asian's house to his own but Alfred had managed to make in ten. He was soaking wet by the time he reached his front door no thanks to Mother Nature deciding to turn the light drizzle into pouring rain in a blink of an eye. Also the thunder. The thunder had just appeared out of nowhere and didn't show any signs of stopping anytime soon. Shit.
Arthur was waiting for him next to the stairway. One hand resting on the railing while the other was clutching onto a bottle of some alcohol. Alfred didn't care enough to look. Arthur turned to him when he entered and narrowed his eyes, his gaze a little unfocused. "Where the bloody hell have you been?"
"Where's Matt?" Alfred asked, but it didn't look like Arthur was finished.
"Do you know how many times I called? Would it kill you to return one of th—"
"Where's Matt?" Alfred asked again, more firmly when another crack of thunder boomed outside.
"He's fine! He's upstairs! I gave him a bottle of sleeping pills should he need it but I'm dis—"
"You gave him a bottle of pills?" Alfred yelled, not caring that it was his father he was talking to. "During a thunderstorm? Are you fucking mental?"
Arthur scowled and took an aggressive step forward. "Don't you dare swear at me Alfred!"
"Or what?" The American challenged, also taking a step forward. "Or you'll throw your bottle of liquor at me? Jesus, look at yourself! You're fucking useless without Francis!"
Another crack reminded him of why he was there in the first place and without waiting for the British man to retort he bolted upstairs two steps at a time. He went to Matthew's room first, it obviously being the most logical place for him to be. However, today seemed to be one of the rare days that Alfred turned out to be thinking more logically than his twin. He checked everywhere else that he sometimes found the Canadian during storms. Bathrooms, closets, even in the freakin' cabinets but nothing. Alfred had just about given up before he realized there was still one room he had yet to check. His room. He all but burst into the familiar place, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he saw a trembling ball of blankets on his bed. Oh thank God... He kept the light off as he walked towards his brother.
"Matt," He called over the winds beating against the house and the Canadian turned to look at him, his eyes wide with horror.
"A-Alfred!" He exclaimed, the quiver in his voice to apparent not to notice. "I-I'm s-sorry I'm in your room I-I, I forgot that you weren't here and I d-didn't—" A flash of lightening flooding light into the room for the briefest of moments before it was soon joined by its loud booming brethren.
Alfred didn't know why now his body decided to notice how cold his wet clothing was suddenly making it and he figured he might as well get a change of clothes while he was still in his room. "Did you take the pills?" He asked as he started with his undress.
Though he knew the American couldn't see it as he was currently tightly cocooned in three different blankets, Matthew nodded. "J-Just two. J-Just so I could s-sleep through...This."
"Good," Alfred breathed in relief as he threw his wet clothes in the corner before he picked up a baggy t-shirt and some boxes off the ground and slipped those on. He went over to his bed and sat next to the shaking form, placing a hand on top of him. He really didn't know why his brother was as afraid of thunder as he was. From what he could remember of the time before they were separated he never acted this way during storms but now he always turned into this petrified mess. "How ya' holding up?"
"M-My wrist hurts," Matthew stuttered in a lame attempt of a joke. Another crack of thunder sounded and Matthew found himself clinging to his older twin. "Don't leave me!" He cried out desperately. "Please! I-I'm sorry we're fighting! I-I'm s-sorry this is a b-b-bad time! I didn't mean to, I'm so, please don't leave..."
Alfred shushed him and pulled his head onto his lap, gently stroking his hair in a soothing matter. "Mattie, it's okay. I won't leave," he assured. Yes, he and Matthew were going through some stuff. Yes he was still a bit peeved with him but the bottom line was that the Canadian was still his twin. He was still the older brother. No matter what happened or who came into their lives those facts were set in stone. So he stayed true to his words. He stayed like that until the sleeping pills had kicked in and Matthew was left drooling onto his boxes.
/ / / \ \ \
"-stand there and watch me bu—"
"-'s Music Academy was found dead toda—"
"-storms for the rest of the nigh—"
Francis turned off the radio and decided to drive through the pouring rain in silence. Dammit, if he had known there was going to be a thunderstorm he wouldn't have driven as far away as he did. He would have made sure he was close to the house so that he would make sure Matthew was alright.
Matthew...
Francis checked his phone. He had sent messages to both Alfred and Arthur asking about Matthew's status but so far either of them had replied back. Dammit... He threw the phone back on the passengers seat before he focused on the road. The worst thing he could do to Matthew right now would be to get in some kind of accident. Right, he needed to focus.
"Watch out for this guy, he's kind of drifting."
"Yes, merci Colette."
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WHAT THE FUC—
Francis quickly pulled over to the side of the road before he really did get in some kind of accident and snapped his head back to look at the smiling red head in the backseat. "Mon Dieu, Colette! What, how did you get in here?"
Colette's smile simply grew before she started to climb over to the passengers seat. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here, sir," she said before picking up the phone and getting comfortable, even going as far as putting on the seat beat and looking ahead as if wanting for him to keep going.
"Colette, how did you get in here?" Francis asked again, nothing in his face showing he was amused.
"Funny story," she started, not seeming to notice the others annoyance. "I actually broke in here, well, more like walked in 'cause you didn't the doors locked. Anyway, so I walked in while you were at the restaurant and I wanted to surprise you when you were on the road but I found this really nice blanket and I kind of fell asleep!" She shrugged, as if this was an everyday thing. "Oh well." She looked over to him with her large smile. "So where are we headed?"
Francis just stared at her, not bothering to hide the incredulous and slightly creeped out look on his face. Truthfully his mind was going through too much to notice the random blanket covered bump in the backseat. He was still thinking about how he should proceed with Arthur and the fact that he's had an ability for years and didn't tell him. Not to mention if he should further complicate matters by telling his spouse that he had cheated with this women that was sitting beside him now.
A crack of thunder bought him back to what was important. Right, Matthew. There was a time for him to think of all this, but now was not it. He started the car and pulled back into the road. He would deal with her on the way.
"I need to go back home right now. I will drop you off at your apartment on the way."
The women made a noise in the back of her throat as if thinking about it. "Nah, it's okay I always wanted to meet your kids." Faint beeping filled the car and Francis didn't have to look to tell that she was looking through his phone. "I can't believe that Arthur only called you four times today, that jerk. If it were me I would be calling every half hour to try and get you back. He doesn't deserve you."
Francis reached over and plucked the phone from her grasp, placing it back in his pocket. "Is it not your business Bunton."
Colette made a face at the sudden switch to her last name but that quickly turned back into a smile. "Of course it is! We don't have to be so formal anymore, Francis. After all, you were inside me~"
Francis pulled over and cut the engine his tone not friendly. "This is your stop."
She looked out through the rain at the gas station. "This isn't your house."
"I know."
Well then, she could tell when she wasn't wanted. "Okay. I'll play nice for now. But I know you'll come to see it my way soon." With that she opened the door and stepped out into the wet night, the Frenchman wasting no time in starting the car back up and drove away, trying not to dwell on the fact that the women was probably stalking him as he drove on. Jesus Christ...
He decided to try the radio again.
To bad there isn't a T+ rating. I would be all over that stuff. I don't wanna increase it to M cause that's probably going to be the most graphic scene in the story so I figured that there wouldn't be a poiinnnt. Mmmmmm...There will be no descriptive sex scenes in this story, just saying(mostly to myself, right).
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