Hot times with a cool drink {Francis}

[Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt]

The day started off horrible. Waking up to find his alarm had not gone off was the, bad; but getting screamed at by his boss and threatened termination. It seemed as if everyone was having a bad day. Walking out of the office and tucking his notebook in his pocket, Gilbert didn't want to go home yet. The night was just falling, the last rays of sun were peaking over the horizon and dying the buildings the magnificent warm reds and oranges that were usually associated with sunsets.

With a sigh, the fair-haired Germen stepped in the mass of people and followed wherever his feet took him. Of course he listened to passing conversation to see if he could find any hints of anything news worthy. He was a journalist...plus he was nosy. He loved seeing what gossip he could write. Bits of conversations made it through the low hum of the crowd, things like so-and-so was having an affair and that person stole office supplies. It all bored him.

His life had been boring lately, his job was getting monotonous. It was the same thing every day; no smoking hot stories that could put him on front page and getting instant fame. There was nothing. Even his hacking was getting droll. Infiltrating small cracks here and there that wouldn't be noticed or caught. Gilbert wanted adventure and his adrenaline rushing. With another small sigh at how uninteresting his life had become, he stepped out of the crowd and looked around.

There in front of him was a potential answer. Lighted up against the darkness, as if a beacon to draw in people like him, was the bar sign, blinking away in its florescent wonder. Making a quick decisions, for no one was home waiting on him and no one would care if he got home later than he usually did, he headed inside the bar. Once inside and taking a deep breath, he sighed. The smell of alcohol was sweet and he headed to the bar to grab a seat, music playing in the background all the while making a nice backdrop to the conversations. Now to just drink his problems away and enjoy the atmosphere where he was still alone, but still had people around to make him feel like there was someone he could turn to.

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"Here we go again I kinda wanna be more than friends"

It was another typical day; filled with traffic lights, busy streets, flirting with a few of the people passing by and admiring them on said streets, and of course, an outing to a bar to end it with a grand, triumphant flourish and perhaps getting slightly intoxicated and meeting a new person Francis fancied. Carefree, lazy, and sometimes just a bit lonely – well, Francis supposed he had no right to complain. He led a comfortable life he was sure most would kill to live, and he exhaled a long sigh into the cool autumn air as he opened the door to tonight's bar.

The music, thankfully, was not too loud or obnoxious, and he quickly took a liking to the place. He hadn't yet been here before, and was a bit wary, but the lighting wasn't too dim and the atmosphere was pleasantly filled with laughs and other socializing of sorts. The clinks of glasses would strangely audible over the rest of the noises in the establishment, and bits and pieces of conversations rang in his ears as he passed by men and women of all ages seated at round tables. Francis felt just a bit out of place, tugging the collar of his coat up, and he took an open seat at the bar itself next to a man with brilliantly white hair.

He blinked, once, twice, and then once more just to be certain his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It was almost like snow, really, completely white like a more elderly aged man's hair would be like – but Francis took one glance at the man's face and could tell he was quite young, still in his twenties. His eyes caught Francis's attention next – they were a strange, alluring red. Light and dark and bright and dim all at the same time, he was enamored with the beautiful irises and hair, and Francis wanted to know what this man was like. He was physically intriguing enough, and it made Francis wonder how he was inwardly.

He tapped the man on the shoulder with a conversational smile, and said, “Good evening, monsieur~. I would perhaps enjoy a chat with you tonight, if you do not mind. You seem to be a very interesting person and I would like to acquaint myself further if I am not imposing.”

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[Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt]

The din in the bar was at a manageable level, the music playing from the jukebox was loud enough to be heard , but still soft enough that conversing between people was still possible. Gilbert had to admit it had a certain charm to it. The place was hot and the drinks were cool. Perhaps he would write about this place, hopefully get it the attention it deserved. But then again, that had the potential to bring unsavory people and ruin the atmosphere.

That was the deciding factor; he wouldn't share this place in his articles. With a grin, he ordered the drink he ordered everywhere he went, a nice German beer. Watching the bartender turn around, he was drawn out of his thoughts by a tap on his shoulder. Blinking at the long, blond hair, the blue eyes caught his attention. They were the prettiest pair he had ever seen.

"Good evening, monsieur~. I would perhaps enjoy a chat with you tonight, if you do not mind. You seem to be a very interesting person and I would like to acquaint myself further if I am not impossing."

Gilbert was intrigued. It wasn't that often people approached him, as much as he might say otherwise. Letting a grin spread across his face, he rested his elbow on the counter of the bar and propped his chin up on his opened palm. Winking, patted the seat beside him in invitation. He wanted to see what kind of man this blond haired man was, see what he was interested in. Perhaps this man could be his first human friend he had in this town, first friend really besides his bird companion.

"Have a seat mein freund. What's on your mind that drew you to ze awesome me? Or do you commonly approach attractive strangers?"

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"so take it easy on me i'm afraid you're never satisfied"

The signal he received was quite clearly a yes; the man winked at him, and invited him to sit by patting the adjacent seat. To be entirely honest, he was a bit surprised at how quickly he was accepted; particularly by another man in such a way. Not that it wasn't as common to see anything else than heterosexual people, still -- there had been a shift as more and more people began coming out as something other than straight. Frankly, he wouldn't be surprised soon if that wasn't considered the "norm" anymore. Times were changing, that much was certain, and it was becoming more obvious how many people actually had so many other sexual and romantic orientations.

"Have a seat mein freund. What's on your mind that drew you to ze awesome me? Or do you commonly approach attractive strangers?"

His accent was clearly tinged with German -- just as Francis's own was overwhelmingly French. From what he could discern from this one interaction, this man was what many would consider narcissistic; particularly the part of him being so "awesome", as well as referring to himself as "attractive". Not to say that he wasn't, certainly not -- he was indeed intriguingly handsome. Already this was possibly leading to spending the night together, and although rather quick, Francis couldn't say he really minded nor would he complain. It was something to do.

"Oh yes," he chuckled, and took the seat as offered next to the German, and tapped the bar for the bartender's attention, "that is something I do quite frequently, and you are no exception! But, ah, I will admit -- I am quite intrigued by your unusual hair and eye color. It is very beautiful, and I hoping you would maybe tell me more about it, if it is not too much trouble."

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[Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt]

Gilbert wasn’t displeased when the man sat next to him, how could he be? The man was handsome. The way his blue eyes shone when the light reflected off of them was alluring. And the way his blond hair fell over his shoulders only enhanced the natural beauty of the Frenchman’s face. He had to wonder if his hare was as soft as it looked. Would the man care if he ran a hand through it?

"That is something I do quite frequently, and you are no exception! But, ah, I will admit -- I am quite intrigued by your unusual hair and eye color. It is very beautiful, and I hoping you would maybe tell me more about it, if it is not too much trouble."

Blinking as he heard those words, he was shocked out of his brief wonder for how strongly he was attracted to this man to being shocked at those words. Someone actually thought his oddities were attractive? Without meaning to, he could feel his face heating up in a light blush; only hoping the dimmer light of the bar would hide it from view as he turned his head some. Gilbert knew that with his skin tone that the blush would be even stronger than it would be on anyone else. He wasn’t used to people thinking his eyes and hair were interesting, the most he had before ranged from curiosity to indifference to outright fear. With a light mumble he could only shrug, really, what was there to tell? With a slight clearing of his throat, he turned back to look at the blond man when the heat on his face died down.

“What’s to tell? It’s the same reason my skin is paler than most, my body doesn’t make some pigments that yours or others do. But hey, it helps make me stand out among the crowd, which I’m always willing to do. Now, how about a name my handsome friend, you can call me Gilbert.

Sticking out a hand with a grin on his face, he cocked an eyebrow, wondering if the man would take it or not.

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"here we go again we're sick like animals we play pretend"

Francis remained waiting patiently, watching his new companion's face for a reaction. He was more than pleased to notice the slightest tinge of red appear, and his grin widened, albeit a bit mischievously. It seemed because of his pale palette of skin, the red appeared as a stark contrast. It was very pretty, he thought entertained, and very cute too. He liked this man already, certainly, but every moment spent with him so far just seemed to get richer and richer.

“What’s to tell? It’s the same reason my skin is paler than most, my body doesn’t make some pigments that yours or others do. But hey, it helps make me stand out among the crowd, which I’m always willing to do. Now, how about a name my handsome friend, you can call me Gilbert."

The Frenchman wasn't exactly educated on the genetics of albinos, but he found it to pique his not so tame interest. The stranger -- Gilbert, now that he had introduced himself -- gave a quick, rather brash explanation, and Francis nodded. It was a bit awkward; he could tell by the atmosphere, but it was worth seeing the blush on Gilbert's face. Gilbert extended a large hand to make their introductions perhaps a mite more formal, and he accepted it quite eagerly.

"What a charmer you are! I must say, I am enamored already," he teased, enjoying this perhaps a bit too much -- but who could blame him? This was the most fun he had managed to find in a while, and already Francis was sure that he was going to do his best to remain in contact with this one. "I am Francis! Pleasure to make your acquaintance, mmm, Gilbert," he deliberately emphasized his newfound friend's name with his ever present accent and he winked, "I see many more meetings like this in our future!"

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[Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt]

It had not even been a minute since he finished talking and yet he was kicking himself. That was not his usually witty answer. Instead of saying something along the lines of 'its just my awesomeness showing" or "I'm too unique for normal looks," he had gone with the modest answer. What was wrong with him. It was this man, it had to be. What with the making him blush, not that he would admit that even under torture. Though this hand out waiting for a shake wasn't any better. Least this had a point to it.

Not many people knew, but a hand shake could tell you multiple things. The firmness was usually how confident the people were, or how much they let the hands touch could apply views in statis. At least to him, this was all the information he gathered and more. This one though, really had him thinking. It was firm and long, showing confidence and, perhaps interest as well?

“What a charmer you are! I must say, I am enamored already, "I am Francis! Pleasure to make your acquaintance, mmm, Gilbert.

Once again, those words affected him. It was odd, what was with this man that kept getting under his skin, making it hard for him to reply with his usual witty responses? He had to steel himself against this man’s charms. There would be plenty of time later to let himself fall give into them, though the way his name rolled off that silver tongue sent a chill down his spine.

"I see many more meetings like this in our future!"

”Well, you seem to possess a silver tongue there, Francis" He had to grin at this, letting the man’s name sound with his own accent, hoping he had the same effect on the man as he had on him.  "I see many meetings too and I look forward to it, if you think you can keep up with me that is?" With a questioning look, his lip twitched and his face morphed into a grin.

"Care to try or did I intimidate you already? Don’t worry, my teeth may be sharp but I don’t bite hard…..usually.”

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"you're just a cannibal"

”Well, you seem to possess a silver tongue there, Francis." Ah, it had been quite a long time since Francis had heard his name in a German accent such as this. He couldn't remember when he last had; it was most likely when he was younger and his father would introduce him to foreign diplomats at fancy parties. Yes, that was probably it -- that had been years ago, but it didn't feel like it. Nostalgia swept over Francis, and he had to keep himself grounded to ensure he wasn't swept away. "I see many meetings too and I look forward to it, if you think you can keep up with me that is. Care to try or did I intimidate you already? Don’t worry, my teeth may be sharp but I don’t bite hard... usually.”

Francis couldn't help but try to stifle his laughter at Gilbert's words. He certainly was the brash sort, blunt to be sure -- even his "subtle" hints were obvious to even the youngest of children, he as sure. It was admittedly cute; just as if a small kitten was attempting to puff out his chest proudly to show off to the rest of his litter. Well, it wasn't the physical attributes that always was the clincher -- Francis would agree to that, most certainly.

"Oh?" He questioned, amused, and he leaned in close so their noses were nearly touching. Intimate positions were often the best way to learn about whether a person who was boasting confidence truly had it; some backed down immediately, others showed body language of cringing, and their ostentatious display easily had several holes punched through it. Francis didn't typically make a habit of invading people's personal space -- it was rude and he was aware there were many out there who disliked it. Gilbert, however, had practically just dared him to try, and Francis wasn't going to refuse such a courteous offer. "Is that a challenge, my dear? If so, I will gladly accept."

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[Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt]

As the first notes of laughter fell from those lips, he couldnt help but grin. Gilbert found he liked the sound of Francis' laughter. It was easy on the ears and seemed to draw an attention to him that was natural, like Francis was meant to have attention on him. It was a sound full of life. It seemed that the fates had been kind to him this night; not that he believed in fates. Here he was graced with the presence of what he was sure some of his old classmates would call an Earth-bound God, but he was just as mortal as Gilbert. And from the look on his face it seemed like Francis was just as interested as he was.

"Oh?"

He liked the sound of that word, one word could speak volumes sometimes, and this time it rang of curiosity, perhaps a touch a disbelief and a haughty tone that he usually associated with the rich...but less obnoxious. This train of thought that Gilbert was on was suddenly brought to a stop by the man's movements, no thoughts rattled around his brain what-so-ever. One second Francis was sitting in his own chair a good length away, the next they were literally breathing the same air, nose to nose, heaven blue eyes still staring into own. Suppressing a jump of surprise at this quick action, it came out as an twitch shown through his left eye. He sat in surprise for a few seconds, waiting for his mind to essentially restart itself. Unfortunately during this time, his cheeks heated up again slightly. Oh how he hated that blush.

"Is that a challenge, my dear? If so, I will gladly accept."


Those words kick started his brain into working again and Gilbert worked to suppress the flush. A wide grin appeared on his face before morphing into a smirk, his eyes lidding.

"Take it however you like, Francis."

The others name was drawn out in invitation, waiting to see if the man would take the last step, to move the few inches' that was between them, only the feel of the hot breath ghosting over Francis lips proved how short this distance really was.

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"and i'm afraid i won't get out alive"

He wanted to lean back, chuckling, but he remained in his spot, still armed with his smile. The challenge was only proving to become more and more interesting, and he didn't plan on backing down now. This man was providing some good entertainment so far this evening; he had made a good choice by selecting him for a drinking partner for the night.

Gilbert's cheeks had taken on a shade of red, one that could possibly start to be compared to the unique color of his irises. The poor man -- with his skin possessing such a pale palette, it was incredibly easy to observe a shift in facial color.

But Gilbert also had good reaction time; Francis would give him that. He appeared to recover easily, stepping up his own game, and shifted his appeal into seduction. Impressive. Only a moment ago had his lips been turned downward, accompanied by that lovely red staining white cheeks. Now, he wore a smirk as if he were in the lead of this game, and the red had nearly vanished -- as if it had never been there in the first place.

Gilbert's breath ghosted over his lips. "Take it however you like, Francis."

There it was.

The final taunt, the one that pushed the teetering game of table tennis back and forth over the edge. Neither one had wanted to lose control of the ball and let it go past their defenses, and damn the albino, but he had just countered with a fast-moving ball. Francis would have to respond with his own, and giving up now would only serve to lose at this point -- to fail, miserably.

And Francis wasn't one to give up so easily.

"My pleasure," he murmured, and closed the small gap between their lips. It was anything but loving right now -- although Francis liked to think his kisses were typically such, that was not the focus here. A more appropriate adjective would certainly be "passionate", regarding how this entire situation began; not in the sense most people would think of it in a romantic nature.

He had gained the points by initiating the kiss. Now, it was Gilbert's turn to see how long he would reciprocate. 

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[Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt]

"My pleasure."

Gilbert wasn't expecting Francis to lean in the rest of the way between them and seal there lips together, but he should have. He also wasn't expecting the fire that transferred between the two using there lips as a conductor more powerful than gold, but he should have. All these things he should have expected with the charm that seemed to fall from Francis lips as easily as breathing,  but didn't. The thought never even occurred to him as the world faded. All that there was between the two of them was the tangle of there lips and the slight breath that had goosebumps rising on his arms. The unsaid challenge hung between them, hot and heavy with demand and a need to draw out a winner in some form. Gilbert hated to lose; so much so that the phrase 'sore loser' was not a new term to him. Though the longer this lasted, the more he wondered what it would be like to give into this man, to see what other tricks the man was hiding.

One of his hands moved on its own, weaving fingers with the blond hair, coming to rest on the back of his head as he dared to take it a step forward. Parting his lips, he caressed Francis in a teasing motion, another dare to take what he wanted. Though he didn't give the man the chance, he withdrew with a grin on his face and a heavy look in his eyes. Panting for breath, his red eyes scanned the crowd, watching to see if anyone had seen what had went on between the two. A loud, but usually private man by trade, he had wanted Francis to be the only to to have know what he did. But in a perverse way that made his toes curl with delight, he wanted the world to have seen there display. He wanted the knowledge that this Siren had chosen him to entangle in his web to be imprinted on there jealous hearts, while all they could do was envy him and hope that a fiery moment such as this could happen to them in the future.

"....Damn..."

He wasn't sure what else he could say to that, the heat between them had nearly wiped out his mental facilities as well as bring thoughts into his head of what could happen between the two, what would sure happen if things kept on the track they were heading.

"Unless you want to give the bar a show I'm not sure all of them would enjoy, I think we should take this elsewhere, liebling."

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"i won't sleep tonight"

A kiss is only a moment in time. A small second in the fabric of the universe, out of all of the time that's been recorded in existence. A display of affection, prevalent and widely known across the world -- kisses are common between two people who share similar interests in love.

There are different tones, different feelings behind a kiss. It can be relieved, apathetic, or tender. People put in any and all of their emotions into this one supposedly meaningful gesture of devotion.

It was beautiful.

Francis had experienced many kisses before in his life. Bittersweet, gentle, desperate, uncaring, and a thousand more. This kiss fell under the category of passion; passionate lust, perhaps, but passionate nonetheless. He hadn't been able to share a kiss with such fervor with anyone in such a long time now. He felt sensitive, like he could feel everything; fingers tangled in his hair and lips parted. It seemed like forever -- but the moment was fleeting, ephemeral, as all other things in this world were.

Gilbert withdrew to breathe, and Francis was grateful.

"....Damn..."

The heat had already been rising, creeping up their cheeks, but now it began to turn unbearable. Scarlet red, a shade too pure since the last rose pink. The sounds around them -- alternative music, idle chatter, obnoxious laughter -- blurred to a clamor around them. He focused solely on the man in front of him.

"Unless you want to give the bar a show I'm not sure all of them would enjoy, I think we should take this elsewhere, liebling."

Ah, finally. The sweet sound of an endearment; and even better, directed towards Francis himself. Appreciation swept through his veins, stretching lethargically to form his smile.

"As your wish, mon cher," he hummed, returning the favor, and he leaned back once more. He stood, holding his arm out chivalrously for Gilbert to take. "Shall we?"

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[Gilbert Fredrick Beilschmidt]

Blood rushing through his ears blocked out most of the din of the room, the clatter and chatter was nonexistent to him. Eyes roved over Francis face, looking for signs that he had just as much effect on the man as he had on him. A small smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth as the azure blue eyes had darkened to that of an oncoming storm; lust was a powerful force indeed. As lungs worked to catch his breath and his chest heaved, part of Gil's mind was overwhelmed with this. it was all moving so fast. He had just come in for a drink after a bad day, and here he was, his entire being aching and yearning for the touch of the one in front of him. A blush always threatened to break out across his cheeks, for this was the first time he had done something like this, had picked up a man at a bar, or if the man picked him up, he wasn't sure anymore. It was the first time being with a man in general. He always knew he swung both ways, but this was his first time actually s

Swallowing down the sudden lump in his dry throat, he was sure it was audible to anyone who was close enough to listen. Eyes following the man as he leaned back and stood up offering his arm, he could only stare. This was happening and for all that he had thought before, his mind was drawing a blank. Standing up, he reached out to take the arm in front of him, a smirk stealing across his face. He had to trust the man, trust that he was in good hands and that he could trust this man and he wouldn’t end up another statistic on the marrow.

“As you wish, mon cher. Shall we?”

“We shall, und let’s see if the rest of the night can keep the promises your lips made.