Chapter 13

            Gilbert reacted by elbowing whoever held him in the stomach and biting the hand.

            The person that held him hissed in pain but didn’t let go. He pulled Gil though the back room and out the door. 

            Gilbert struggled and fought to get free, fear coursing though him.

            He was released, and Gil spun around, his fist connecting with face.

            “You damned git!” his attacker yelled

            Gilbert stopped in mid-swing at the voice. The ‘attacker’ looked at Gilbert, anger clear on his face along with pain.

            “Why’d you do that?” Arthur hissed

            “Why did you drag me off stage and hold me like a fucking kidnapper?!” Gilbert yelled back

            Arthur looked at him. The sun had set but the warm summer breeze blew. They only light in the back parking lot were above the back entrance. Arthur stood with his back to the light so as Gilbert looked at him, he appeared like he was glowing.

            “I wanted to see you.”

            Gil looked back at him, coming back from his thoughts

            “What?” he asked

            “Wanker. I said, I wanted to see you… Spur of the moment action.”

            Gilbert blinked then stared at the man.

            “Why is it we met under the absolute oddest circumstances?” he asked sighing

            “I’m not sitting on your couch trying to give you my shirt at least.” Arthur said back smirking

            Gilbert laughed, that would be a very fond memory of his for a long time.

            “I am missing my acts you know.” Gilbert said looking to the door

            “That damn pervert Frenchman won’t mind, he has a thousand cash in his back pocket.”  Arthur said

            Gilbert looked at him “You put a thousand cash in his back pocket?”

            “I stole his ‘money making albino’. While I am not above breaking and entering and kidnap I am a British gentleman and I do pay my dues.” he said matter of factly

            “Kidnap?” Gilbert asked

            “Oh yes, this will be again another ‘odd’ meeting. I am kidnapping you for the night.” Arthur said leaning against Gilbert’s car.

            “You… warned me you would be kidnapping me?” Gilbert asked, his mind slowly working

            And the world’s oddest couple…to be… award goes to Gilbert thought

            “Gentleman, I have manners.” the Brit said smiling

            Gilbert smiled upon seeing the other man smile. I could live off that smile of his

            Arthur opened his car, which was illegally parked, next to Gil’s.

            “Well get in.” he said

            Gilbert just smiled and shook his head. “I’m at work.”

            Arthur glared “I paid; therefore this is a business transaction.”

            Gilbert thought that over. His immense want to go anywhere the Brit did was crumbling any want he could have to go back inside.

            “So… it’s a business transaction?” Gilbert asked smiling

            Arthur nodded, his green eyes showing joy

            “Well then… in that case, alright.” he said, a very wide grin spreading over his face as he got into the car.

            Arthur got into the driver’s seat and started his car. “So now you’re a burglar and a kidnapper?” Gilbert asked laughing

            “Sounds about right, but that list may be added to.” Arthur said with a small laugh of his own

            Gil still had a bright smile on his face. The car he noticed smelled like the Brit a little bit too. The rum and cologne more prominent than tea here.

            Arthur drove way over the speed limit, flying down the roads.

            “And where are you speeding to?” Gilbert asked

            “Well at this speed you will see in a minute.” Arthur replied

            And Gil did see. Arthur pulled around the back of his strip club.

            “How romantic.” Gilbert noted chuckling

            “I said it was a business transaction, you sir are stripping. Private show and I happen to have the keys to here.” Arthur said smirking

            The car was turned off and Gil and Arthur got out.

            “I am stripping for you?” he asked growing unsure

            “Yes. That is your profession no?” Arthur said opening the back door and turning on the lights

            Gilbert nodded and walked in after him.

            Arthur walked out into the guest area and pulled a chair down from the table. He then went behind the bar and got himself a glass of rum. Gilbert watched him as he did this, his movements were… just plain sexy.

            “Staring are we?” he asked raising a thick eyebrow

            Gil blushed and made a coughing noise.

            “Well stage is there or are you blind you twit.”

            Gilbert jumped up onto the stage, awkwardly shuffling about.

            Arthur glared. “Git. Just act like it’s your stupid club” he yelled

            Right, just another night stripping… in front of him… only him… in private… Gilbert thought, oddly wanting to tear off his clothes even faster now

            He shook his head, thinking about the dance he was to do for his solo act and starting in the middle since he only had pants on.

            Knocking his knees he slid to the right, running his hands over his pale chest and down to his hips, his one hand grazing over the eagle tattoo.

            He spun in a circle, dropping to one knee then shooting into a plank position. He dropped and rolled, throwing his head and shoulders back, causing his lower torso and hips to pop forth. He went onto his hands and on his feet, gridding on the air.

            He threw himself forward, standing up now. He swung his hips around, his hands roaming his torso.

            He gripped the pant fabric and tore them off, dancing with his stripper underwear now.

            His act had no more moves to it, since at this point he would’ve left the stage.

            He bowed, twirling his hand.

            Arthur sat at the table, looking over Gilbert hungrily. The rum was in his hand, and he took a swig of it.

            Mein Gott… he thought

            He had no clue what he was thinking, but suddenly he was off the stage and waking towards Arthur.

            The Brit smirked lightly; Gilbert walked over and sat on the other males lap, straddling him now.

            “What can I get for a twenty?” Arthur whispered, his breath warm on Gilbert’s neck, the smell of rum filling Gilberts nose.

            “One hell of a kiss.” he whispered back

            Arthur slid a bill into Gilbert pants, his fingers raking over the eagle tattoo.

            “Just business?” Gilbert whispered his face close to Arthurs. His heart was hammering and his pale face ablaze. He felt light, and incredibly nervous yet somehow confident.

            “Just business.” Arthur said softly and leaning forward

            Gilbert smiled, leaning in to meet the Brit’s lips.

            Arthur moved his hands to hold Gilbert’s waist and Gilbert put his arms around the males upper back, his right hand threading though Arthurs soft hair. Their lips moved against each others, hearts hammering and faces flushed, hands caressing each other.

            Gilbert smiled into their kiss, elation flooding though him, his lips, no his whole body tingling from their closeness and from the kiss.

            Arthur pulled away to breath and Gilbert panted.

            They looked into each other’s eyes, wide smiles on both their faces.

            Gilbert was right; his lips did taste like rum.