Here is the second chapter of a fanfic developed by me and a friend of mine.
Pairing: Khashoggi/Galileo
Rating: N/17 for certain chapters.
Characters: All of the characters from the musical and a few OCs.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story (if I did then all the pairings in my fanfic would true) apart from my OCs.
Author's Note: The story starts during the interrogation scene between Galileo and Khashoggi that took place in the actual musical. I hope everyone likes this story!
The sunlight coming through the full-length window shone onto young Galileo's face, waking him from his deep slumber. After slowly opening his eyes, Galileo realised he was not in his interrogation cell.
"What the…" puzzled by his current surroundings, Galileo shot out of the extremely comfortable bed and looked around for his clothes, which were surprisingly not on his person. Whilst looking for each article of his clothing, Galileo noticed that he was in someone's bedroom. The walls were an extremely soft shade of cream, whilst all the furniture as well as the fireplace was a different shade of either light grey or pale blue. Everything was neat and organised, well apart from the bed that he had been sleeping in. Naked. Galileo slowly walked out of the room, trying his level best not to make any noise. He peaked outside the door to see if anyone was around. Smelling the waft of freshly cooked pancakes, Galileo realised that he was quite hungry. So he cautiously walked through the narrow corridor, and towards what he assumed was the kitchen. As soon as Galileo stepped into the kitchen, he noticed a pale man in his early 20s, standing by the sink without a shirt on. The man had his head down, so Galileo couldn't see his face, but he could definitely see red scratch marks on the man's back, that contrasted intensely against his skin tone.
"You seriously need to learn to be discrete boy…" the man sighed and lifted his head.
"DON'T CALL ME... K-Khashoggi!?" the realisation finally hit Galileo like a ton of bricks. Images from the previous night started to flash rapidly in front of his eyes. Very graphic images. Oh dear…
Upon seeing Galileo's shocked expression, Khashoggi smirked, "Well don't just stand there… Sit down and eat your breakfast."
Galileo shook himself and removed his gaze from Khashoggi to look towards the island in the kitchen. Sitting on top of the grey marble surface, was a plate stacked high with pancakes that were covered in golden syrup, cut strawberries and a heap of whip cream. Galileo swiftly walked towards the island, sat down on the stool, and started to devour the delicious pancakes.
"Slow down boy." Khashoggi chuckled.
Galileo groaned, "I have a name, it's…"
"Galileo Figaro," Khashoggi whispered into Galileo's left ear, making him shudder.
"W-will y-you p-p-please st-stop that?" Galileo began to go red.
Khashoggi chuckled whilst whispering, "Stop what Galileo…"
"J-just st-stop. P-please… W-why are y-you d-d-doing this?" Galileo was becoming more and more scared of Khashoggi's behaviour. Maybe a little aroused too. Maybe.
"You weren't complaining last night…" Khashoggi was having way too much fun getting beneath young Galileo's skin. Khashoggi was definitely amused and thought that Galileo's stutter was actually quite cute. Especially when he blushed.
"To be perfectly honest, I think you enjoyed it." Galileo shifted uncomfortably under Khashoggi's gaze, finally deciding to get up off the stool and create a distance between himself and the older man. Khashoggi decided that he didn't really like Galileo being so far away from him, and took a step forward.
"St-stop!" Galileo held his hand up, too afraid to look directly at Khashoggi. He quickly turned around and started to walk out, "I need to leave!"
"Wait." Khashoggi sighed, "I just want you to know that if you decide to leave right now, then don't ever think about coming back. AND don't you dare expect me to treat you any differently from the other rebels. By the way, you have to clean up this mess on my island and make my bed before you even think about stepping out of my house."
Galileo chewed on his bottom lip, contemplating whether all of this was some sort of trap or if Khashoggi really wanted him there. He took a deep breath, turned around and walked back to the stool beside the island, sitting down and finishing his pancakes.
"Alright then. Now that we have that out of the way, feel free to do whatever you like. There is a huge range of books in my study, a television in the living room and your laptop is on my bedside table. Just make sure to keep everything tidy and organised. I really don't like it when things are out of place. I have to run a few errands for the Killer Queen and I'll hopefully be back by seven. There is food in the fridge if you get hungry. There is also warm water for when you decide to take either a shower or bath. You still have to clean the mess on my island, wash and put away the plate, knife and fork, and also make up my bed." Much to Khashoggi's relief, Galileo nodded through his little speech without a single word.
"W-what if s-someone c-comes h-here?" Galileo still doubted if he made the right decision.
"Don't worry. I'm the only one who is allowed in my house. Nobody comes to visit, not even the Killer Queen. So, you will never have to face any visitors."
"O-okay. Um… Bye?"
"Yes… Bye." Khashoggi quickly put on his white dress shirt and grey blazer and made his way towards the door. He suddenly stopped and turned towards Galileo, who was carefully washing his plate, "It's a good thing this house is sound-proof." Khashoggi walked out the house with a smug look on his face, leaving a stunned Galileo in his wake.