"Oh come on, she's not that bad," Gregory insisted as he stood in the doorway of Christophe's base.

Christophe was angrily putting on his black fingerless gloves and reached for his shovel, "that's because you're too busy being preoccupied by her British-ness," he seethed, pushing Gregory out of the way so he could head to the gardens.

"Hmm, you know you've always been a jealous little shit, but this is something else," Gregory commented as he followed the brunet.

"Whatever. I just don't like people wanting things that are already mine," Christophe stated simply, digging a hole in the soft soil of the flower bed. He had to replant some plants to get them into better sunlight for hibernation.

Gregory smirked, "we both know I'm yours, as you are mine, but Estella isn't even a problem," he told him.

"Like hell she's not! She makes googoo eyes at you any time she sees you, and she doesn't talk to anyone else unless they talk to her first," the brunet proclaimed as he carried a rooted plant in his hands to the hole.

"If she has a crush then that sucks for her. Besides, all I need is you," Gregory assured him, his handsome grin on that handsome face. Cocky bastard.

Christophe mumbled some profanities before he continued to do his usual garden work. Sadly there wasn't much for him to do between the months of October to March, but he still tried to do as much as he could.

After an hour of the French boy complaining as he did his work he finally walked into his base feeling agitated and tired. Gregory was sitting on the bed and watched as Christophe kicked off his boots and removed his gloves. He was dirty, but not as dirty as he could get. Being with Gregory made him more cautious about being filthy as he knew the blond hated it.

"I'm going to go shower then sleep, you can leave," Christophe mumbled as he went to go make his way to the bathroom.

Gregory reached out and grabbed the brunet's wrist- tugging him into his lap, "pushing me away so soon?" He had a smirk on his face as he stared at the boy before him.

Christophe didn't look in the mood for goofing off, but when Gregory looked at him like that he couldn't deny him of anything. He sighed heavily, "you're such an annoying bastard, you know that?" But he looped his arms around Gregory's neck.

Said blond laughed and buried his nose in Christophe's neck, inhaling the earthy scent, "didn't I tell you that a long time ago? You're someone I'm going to annoy forever."

The brunet blushed a bit but savored the contact between them. He relaxed in his arms and held Gregory closer to him, "you did, might regret it a bit now," he joked- though his voice was quiet.

Gregory hummed and placed a few gentle kisses against the other's tendon before pulling away and initiated a kiss. Their lips easily fell into a languid rhythm that suited them both. Surprisingly Christophe rather enjoyed being treated gently and Gregory was the one who liked things rough. It matched their personalities perfectly if you knew them.

It was simple. Gregory was very possessive and wouldn't let a single thing but him touch his precious lover. He wanted to ruin him and put the pieces back together even stronger than before. He seemed so cool headed. It wasn't the case when it came to Christophe, the only person who could make him lose it.

Christophe seemed to be that way on the outside, but really he was an emotional brat who got jealous easily and was so touch starved it was unbelievable- even when Gregory would touch him any chance they got.

They made out for a while but Christophe reluctantly pulled away, their lips still so close, "I have to shower... you'll complain if I don't..." he breathed.

Gregory's eyes sparked with an cannibalistic glint, "then I assume you won't mind if I join you?" He inquired with a purr.

The brunet bit his lower lip as he grabbed Gregory's hand and tugged him to the bathroom and started the water- nearly freezing as Christophe loved cold showers.

It wouldn't matter anyways. They would be warming each other up quick in a few short moments.

Christophe groaned as he flopped his wet head down onto Gregory's bare chest. They were curled up against each other under the blankets, being too exhausted to do much else but lie there. "Did I hurt you, 'tophe?" Gregory asked, though he had a smirk.

"Tch, you know you didn't you perverted bastard," Christophe bit down harshly on Gregory's pale chest, causing the other to wince.

"Fuck! Christophe you're a little bitch."

"Yeah, yours."

Gregory rolled his eyes and ran his hand up and down Christophe's back soothingly, "mm... don't worry, I won't seek out Estella, you're my one and only," he murmured.

Christophe only hummed as he closed his eyes, feeling the sleep overtake him and he quickly fell into the lovely slumber.

The blond looked over Christophe's body in admiration and love. Whilst Gregory was thin with a lean and tall body, Christophe was short and toned. Gregory ran his fingers over the other's biceps and down to his slender waist. He was beautiful- even if the boy in question didn't see it himself. All those years working and lifting heavy fertilizer definitely worked out in Gregory's favor. Though if it came to it Gregory could kick Christophe's ass, only for the simple fact that Christophe would be too distracted to truly give it his all. So who knew who could really win in a true fight.