Chapter 15

Arthur smiled and watched the albino sleep, paying little attention to the road.

Somehow without wrecking the car, he got them both safely to Gilbert's house and parking in the street since his driveway had two cars in it.

Smiling, he turned off the engine and got from the car, walking around and carefully picking up the sleeping man.

With relative ease he closed the door and walked up to the house, trying the door.

Which was locked.

And the keys were where?

With Gilbert's real clothes and car.

Back at the other club.

Arthur sighed, and went over to the back of the house, still carrying Gilbert. He kicked open the back door, walking in.

Maybe if he was thinking clearly he would've put things together.

Such as the cars in the driveway and the lights on in the house.

But he was not thinking very clearly, and therefore dropped Gilbert when he came face to face with a pissed Italian, a dark looking Spaniard, and a furious Frenchman.

Arthur stumbled backward, and Gilbert yelped, jumping to his feet, scanning the room confused.

"Gilbert!" Antonio yelled, rushing over, and standing in front of him.

Francis had Arthur pinned against the wall, and was choking him a little.

Gil shoved past Antonio and Grabbed Francis, pulling him off Arthur.

Yells from the now pissed Brit and the already infuriated males rang though the house.

"QUIET!" Gilbert bellowed

The four others fell silent.

Gilbert narrowed his eyes in fury, pointing at Francis.

"Why are you here? Why were you strangling him?!" he yelled

"He kidnapped you!" Francis yelled

"We had no clue where you were!" Antonio added

"I had to deal with a crying potato bastard!" Romano screamed from behind the other two

"We didn't know if you were dead!" Antonio shouted

"Someone could've kidnapped and raped you! We didn't know! We were watching out for you!" Francis screamed

Gilbert stood, his stomach sinking. His friends had been watching out for him and worrying about him, and he had yelled at them for it.

"I'm sorry... I was with Arthur... don't strangle him..." Gilbert spoke weakly

Arthur walked up, wrapping him arms around Gilbert from behind and resting his head on the albino's shoulders.

"Got that wanker? Don't kill me." he growled glaring at Francis

Francis glared back, and Antonio sighed.

"Now you explain mon ami."

Gilbert sighed, leaning back into the Brit, overjoyed to be in contact with him, and having him there.

"I yanked him from the stage and took him back stage. And we talked, and from there left, all on my count. It's not his fault." Arthur spoke before Gil could

"If I see your face in my club again, you will be escorted swiftly out, understood?" Francis snarled

Arthur nodded. "Understood."

Antonio gave one last glance at Gilbert before putting an arm around Romano and leaving.

Francis huffed. "Gilbert."

The albino looked at his friend. "Ja?"

"It's late, rest, don't go to work tomorrow. Be ready for Monday." Francis simply said, walking away and closing the door.

Gilbert leaning into Arthur more.

"I'm sorry Gilbert, I shouldn't have done this." Arthur said softly in his ear

"It's fine... Just let's go sleep..." Gilbert said tiredly

Arthur nodded, and followed Gil who walked up the stairs, leading him to the bedroom.

Gilbert flopped onto the bed, not bothering to take anything off.

Arthur followed suit, sliding under the covers, and inching closer in Gil.

Gilbert sighed happily, his eyes closing. Despite the fact Francis and Antonio were pissed at him, he was happy. He had Arthur next to him, and all felt right.

He shifted closer to him, and the Brit nuzzled his face into Gilbert's neck.

He hadn't realized how much he missed having someone next to him in his bed, someone who actually cared about him. With that thought he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Gilbert woke, stretching. As he did arms wrapped tightly around him.

Smiling he looked over at Arthur, his heart quickening at the sight of the male.

"Morning." he greeted

Arthur blinked and sat up muttering a muffled reply.

Gilbert glanced at the clock; it was three in the afternoon.

He laughed and stood up.

"Wa' so funnah?" the Brit asked rubbing his eyes

"You aren't a morning person are you?" Gilbert asked

"No." came the reply

"Well good because it's afternoon, so wake up." Gilbert said, walking to the bathroom to shower.

He stripped from the borrowed clothes and got into the steaming shower.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head on the wall. He could hear the water rushing in the pipes, but also the TV from downstairs, which presumably Ludwig was watching.

Gott I hope he isn't watching the news again he thought with a small smile

The door to the bathroom opened, and suddenly Arthur was now in the shower with Gil.

He opened his eyes and nearly slipped, but Arthur caught him.

"Why are you in here?!" Gilbert asked his voice high in surprise

"Well I need to shower too." Arthur explained, rather unfazed.

Gilbert blinked, his mind choosing to stop processing.

Arthur slid into the shower stream, and Gilbert shamelessly watched as water fell on the male.

Arthur smirked, watching the albino's gaze.

Gilbert tore his eyes away, blinking and sighing, waiting to get back in the water.

Arthur watched, and without much thinking pulled Gilbert to him, so they both stood in the water stream.

And stood very close.

Gilbert heart picked up speed, and his breathing picked up. He felt the electricity between them again.

Arthur smiled, and leaned forward, pressing his lips to the dazed albinos.

Gilbert got over his shock as their lips met, and he kissed the Brit back.

He closed his eyes, and lost four of his senses, now only feeling.

But he wouldn't complain about that ever, for he felt utterly amazing.

Arthur broke the kiss; it had been brief but wonderful.

Gilbert looked into Arthur's eyes.

"So what...are we?" he asked, fearful and hopeful for the answer.

He didn't know what he wanted to hear, but he was nervous and excited, his face burned, and his heart pounded in his ear.

Arthur studied him, seeming to choose his words with care.

"Business partners." he finally answered

At the words, Gilbert's heart crashed, and he fought to keep his head held high.

He hadn't expected to hear that... and he certainly didn't want to hear that...he would've liked to hear a lot of other things besides that.

"Oh...ok." he said, his voice stronger than he felt

Gilbert got out of the shower, and dried and dressed extremely fast. He stalked out of the bedroom, and down the stairs.

Ludwig looked up and ran over.

"Bruder!"

Gil looked down "Ja? Hallo Luddy."

Ludwig stared up at his brother

"You didn't come home last night..." he said softly

Gilbert kneeled down, feeling bad again.

"I got home late... Did Francis and Antonio wake you up?"

"They were all yelling. And looked worried..."

Gilbert frowned. "Well I'm home... and ok. Don't worry anymore alright?"

Ludwig nodded slightly and Gil stood and walked into the kitchen to get himself some food.

Footsteps echoed on the floor and Arthur was now standing next to him.

"You're really good with your brother." he noted

Gilbert didn't feel the usual excitement as the male stood next to him. He only felt pain.

And he wasn't even sure why.

Deep down he probably knew, he was just fighting and suppressing it.

Gil didn't answer him; he just made two sandwiches, shoved one at the Brit and walked out.

He called Mathias once out of earshot or Arthur.

"I need you to pick me up."

"Sure thing, be over in a minute."

Gilbert hung up, got shoes and looked at Arthur.

"I'll be back... watch Ludwig please." he spoke in a monotone voice, his eyes dulled.

Arthur looked at him with concern but nodded. "I'll be here."

Gilbert opened the front door in time to see his friend's car fly around the street corner and whip into his driveway.

He walked over and got in.

"Thanks." he spoke

Mathias looked over at him.

"So you and the Brit hooked up huh? Man Lukas was made about his floor."

Gilbert blushed, before he heard what Arthur said earlier. 'Business partners'

A wave of pain hit him, and he sighed. "Just drive me to the club I need to get my car."

Mathias looked over, his blue eyes studying the albino.

"Alright Gil." he said softly, driving over.

"Thanks." Gil said again, before walking out and to the back door.

He heard Mathias pull away as he opened the door to the back room. He trudged over to his area and grabbed the clothing he left; getting his keys from his pocket he unlocked his car.

Turning the key in the ignition he pulled away, his mind not thinking, his body just reacting and driving.

He didn't drive home, but instead wound around town, turning wherever looked nice, not thinking, just driving.

He didn't want to think. Not about anything. Because if he thought he'd remember Arthur.

And Arthur wasn't anything... just a business partner...

Winding around town eventually led him to his subdivision so he forced himself to think, focusing only on the road and driving to his home, where he ignored the other car and pulled into the driveway.

He looked at the clock on his car, which read 9:04pm.

Sighing he turned the car off and walked into his house.

The lamp was on, but the TV off. Ludwig was in bed already, he always was by 8:45.

Gilbert kicked off his shoes and walked over to the couch, falling on it more so than sitting down.

He didn't bother to look for Arthur. He already knew his business partner was in the house somewhere still.

He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into the couch.

Weight shifted, signaling someone next to him.

He kept his eyes closed, yet warm arms wrapped around him, and pulled him.

He opened his eyes, seeing that he was now sitting on Arthur lap, with his head against the Brit's chest.

"What." he said, his voice still blank

"Something wrong and I want to know what." Arthur said, his voice soft

Gilbert sighed and closed his eyes again. "It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does Gilbert." Arthur said strongly

"You wouldn't care. You don't care." he said, his voice breaking, he squeezed his eyes tight.

"If I wouldn't care I wouldn't ask. And if I didn't care, I wouldn't still be here six hours later." Arthur said softly "So what is wrong Gil?" he asked, nuzzling the albino's shoulder

Gilbert broke down; he twisted around and cried into the Brit's chest.

"You don't care! It's only business to you!" he wailed, though it was muffled

Arthur's face lit up in shock.

He pushed Gilbert away from his chest and held his shoulders.

"You're kidding me right?"

"Nein! You said we were just business partners! I-I don't want that! I want more than that...I don't want hook-ups...I want something real...with feeling... not... just business."

"Gilbert..." Arthur trailed off, hugging Gil tightly

"You bloody git! I only said that because I thought if I said more you would leave! You stated last night...that what we did...was just business. But that isn't what I meant for. I accepted it, hoping to somehow make it more. But when you asked...I thought saying we were...together...would push you away."

Gilbert hugged the other male tightly.

"It wouldn't push me away." he said softly looking into those ever intense and beautiful green eyes.

Arthur looked at Gilbert, and leaned forward to kiss him.

"Just business?" Arthur whispered, meeting Gil's red eyes.

"Nein. So much more than that." he spoke softly, with a smile

"Love?" Arthur asked

"Ja. That sounds about right." Gil said, before leaning and crashing their lips together

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