**Kind of low-key dirty. I either write heart-crushing angst, or crack. There is no in between. Based off a blog on Tumblr { ask-fruk.tumblr.com } **

Francis looked at his friend's vampire fangs in mild curiosity. And Arthur just looked smug.

"Bet you've never seen a real life vampire before, hm?"

"Oui, I haven't." Francis said honestly. Then, "Can I touch them?"

Arthur smirked, arms crossed. "Sure, I'll let you this time."

He squeaked as Francis' hand landed in a particular spot on his lap.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, PERVERT."

"Ohonhonhon~"

*Sometime later*

"Before I suck you off," Arthur said seriously, looking up into the blue eyes of his now-lover. "There's something I need to tell you."

"Arthur, you told me you're a vampire." Francis said with a shrug. "Whatever it is, I can handle it."

"Okay. So I can't exactly control my fangs." Arthur made a face. "If I bite off your penis, it's not on purpose. Just saying."

"..." Francis backed up slowly. "Uh, just remembered I have to be somewhere else... Heh heh..." He ran away.

Arthur sighed. "Fine, I didn't want to do it anyway, frog..." But he walked away sadly.

They did not do dangerous activities like that, but instead Francis took Arthur to a nice movie and dinner date. Happy endings for all.