Chaos Theory 9/?
anonymous
April 13 2010, 17:11:32 UTC
"Classical? Seriously, Francis?" Gilbert said.
"Would you prefer an easy listening station?" Francis said.
"Ugh, hell no. If Celine Dion came on, I might just have to put myself out of my misery."
"You like Beethoven. Beethoven is classical," Francis said.
"That's because Beethoven was awesome. I have the coolest techno remix of the Ninth on my computer at home," Gilbert said.
"It suits my purposes," Francis said. And with that, the subject was closed.
Francis held out his hand. "Care for a dance, mon chéri?"
"Oh..sure. I'm not very good at dancing, though. Two left feet, eh," Matthew replied. He rubbed crumbs from his face, which had just the slightest flush and took Francis' hand. Francis was a little too drunk and stoned for anything fancy, so their dancing was more of the high school slow dance kind. Which everyone knew was just an excuse for synchronized public groping and grinding. Matthew had his hands about Francis' waist, and rested his head on Francis' shoulder. In turn, Francis moved his hands. He wasn't called 'The Octopus' for nothing. First they were around his neck, but as the song played, they went down until they were resting on his ass. And somehow, Francis managed to still keep this blatant gropefest romantic. Ugh. Maybe you had to be French to get away with it.
Though Gilbert did have to admit that Matthew looked really content. More than just content, he was just...happy.
Antonio was feeding Lovino. Gilbert was pretty sure Lovino could've fed himself, but knowing Antonio, it was probably some foreplay for a second round, or something. With all this boy loving going on, Liz looked as content as a cat full of milk.
Slow dancing wasn't his thing. The Electric Slide, Breakdancing, grinding - now those were dances he could get into. Slow beats just made him feel like falling asleep. Liz was pretty good about that, though. She rarely complained about him being unromantic. Which was good, because she might as well complain about the sky being blue.
*
Liz drove on the way home, mostly because Gilbert tended to like to make his rides 'more awesome' when he was stoned. And because she'd been too busy looking at all the guylove to drink. It'd long grown dark by then.
Matthew rested his head on Francis' shoulder. Francis' hands were idly playing with Matthew's hair. Antonio was nursing a beer, and Lovino was spread out over him, his head on his chest.
Matthew's was the first stop. They idled at the gated apartment complex, with its pseudo-Historical bent.
"Matthieu, we're here. Time to wake up," Francis murmured. His voice was soft, gentle. He kissed Matthew's forehead.
"'m not asleep... 'm up," Matthew said groggily. He rubbed at his eyes, found where his glasses had fallen off too, and untangled himself Francis. He then stepped out, a little shakily, as if he might fall over.
"G'night, everyone," Matthew said.
Francis leaned out the window and pulled Matthew to him for a goodnight kiss.
"Arthur is going to kill you," Matthew breathed, as he broke from the kiss. Francis' hands were still by his cheeks, tangled up in his hair.
"I'd like to see him try," Francis replied.
"You will in a moment. He's getting my brother," Matthew said.
"You frog! What are you doing to Matthew?!"
Matthew leaned in for one last kiss, broken apart when the door burst open at their complex and Lizzy floored the gas pedal.
"Bonne nuit, mon chou," Francis called back.
"Bonne nuit, mon amour," Matthew replied. But it was drowned out in the sound of Arthur and Alfred yelling, and the sound of the car roaring away down the road.
Chaos Theory 10/11
anonymous
April 13 2010, 17:16:56 UTC
*
Lovino's house was next. They pulled up, and the first thing Gilbert noticed was a Ludvig-like shape silhouetted across the curtains.
"The potato bastard is here," Lovino said through gritted teeth.
This somehow lead to them going inside. Probably Liz's doing, the promise of more guylove and all. Ludvig's hair looked oddly disordered, and his shirt not quite buttoned up right. And if Gilbert knew anything, it was that Ludvig always was in order, unless perhaps he'd gotten interrupted.... Heh, nice to see that his brother got some too. Gilbert hoped he'd not taking for-fucking-ever and had actually finished, because Ludvig with blue balls would be hellish to deal with.
"Hi Antonio!" Feliciano chirped. He wasn't wearing pants. In fact, he seemed to only be wearing a shirt entirely too large for him - which might have explained why Ludvig's shirt wasn't fitting him right.
Lovino glared daggers at both of them, and Ludvig simultaneously.
"Wait...is that my car?"
"Hell no, it's just a car that happens to look a lot like your car-"
"I believe I expressly forbid you from taking my car out," Ludvig said through gritted teeth.
"What are you, my fucking parent? Seriously, Ludvig. It's not like I totaled it. Chill out."
"Veeee, Ludvig. He took good care of my brother, so you shouldn't be so harsh on him. It's been so long since Lovi went anywhere."
"S-shut up! I don't need your pity!" Lovino cried. He dashed off up the stairs. Antonio cried out after him once, and then followed him.
Ludvig's grimace softened, until the hard edges seemed to lessen. Ah, the powers of sex so that even a tightass like Ludvig could see reason after a good fucking. And despite being rather a twit, Gilbert had to admit that Feliciano was all right. Anybody who could make Ludwig chill the fuck out for once was good with him, as far as he was concerned.
"I'm staying over. I expect you to return the car in a timely manner. I will see myself home sometime in the morning," Ludvig said. "Do you understand? Or do I have to repeat it more slowly?"
"Yes, mein Führer!" Gilbert saluted.
"That's not funny, Gilbert," Ludvig said.
"No, it's fucking hilarious," Gilbert called back. He jumped the last steps out. Awesomely. Seriously, James Bond had nothing on the awesome him. Antonio could see himself out. It looked like he was going to be busy fucking Lovino into the sheets, anyways.
*
So all that was left was him and Liz, driving down to her house. The backseat beckoned, and he thought of taking a little 'detour' down sexy lane. She had been paying attention to his friends the whole last time they were together, so the second round her eyes would be all on him.
"How much grounding time are you slated for, anyways?" He asked. "Ten years? Twenty?"
"None, probably. My parents are just glad that I'm dating guys."
Gilbert chuckled. "I can just see it. Lizzy the Lezzie. I think it's got a nice ring to it, don't you? Does this mean I get to watch?"
"Stoooppp iitt," she laughed and punched him in the arm.
He waggled his eyebrows. "It's only right, considering."
"Speaking of which...I think you should meet Roderich," she said. Her voice took on a dreamy edge, but she wasn't stoned or high.
"The hell? I thought you were over him!"
"After today, I think I deserve this. Kiss him, and get it on tape. That's the apology I want from you for forgetting the camera," she said.
"You know, normal women make their boyfriends buy them purses and flowers and shit," Gilbert grumbled.
She stuck out her tongue. "Like any 'normal woman' would be dating you."
"Fine. I'll take control of his 'vital regions' and get it on tape. Happy now?"
She kissed him. "Very!"
And then, because no one was watching, he brushed the hair from her face and kissed her slow. It might have almost been considered romantic, but for him it was just awesome on a slower pace to make it last longer.
Chaos Theory 11/11
anonymous
April 13 2010, 17:18:14 UTC
"So, is everyone here. Antonio, you're better with cameras than Francis, I hope?"
Francis took a hold of the large brass knocker carved in a grotesque shape of some gremlin or something and knocked. He used that French charm of his way straight to the master. And that was when Gilbert struck. He jumped out from the bushes and practically tackled Roderich. They weren't that much different in terms of height, so it didn't take much to yank on his cravat (and seriously, who wears a cravat anymore?) and pull him down for a kiss. He shoved him to the wall and rubbed over his vital regions. A moan escaped his throat as Gilbert bit his lower lip.
When he broke the kiss, Roderich looked dazed, confused, flustered, and more than a little turned on.
"What the-"
"You like that, bitch? Well, your vital regions just got claimed in the name of Liz."
Gilbert still had a hold of the cravat. He licked his lips, ground his hips against Roderich, and then stepped back and out of there. They ran off while Roderich tried to gather what was left of his composure.
Gilbert liked to think of that as the best fuck that Roderich never had.
Re: Chaos Theory 11/11
anonymous
April 13 2010, 19:59:40 UTC
This. Was. Awesome. On so MANY LEVELS I CAN'T COUNT THEM!!!!!
I want to be like your Lizzy when I grow up. Seriously. And you captured a wonderful Gilbert, and you managed to put Arthur in it and...you are amazing.
And I usually don't even read high-school AUs!
Laughed. Loud. Can't wait for my family to ask "what was so funny, darling?"
Re: Chaos Theory 11/11
anonymous
April 13 2010, 22:34:01 UTC
It probably was, too xDDDDDDDD
This fic was hilarious! LOL, the fact that we get Gilbert's narration would give it away anyway, but man, you got his voice perfectly. His crude language and crude humour, his inflated image of himself, and his own particular brand of romanticism and affection for his girlfriend and friends are a delicious treat.
"I'm a pacifist," he said, shrugging. "If Francis wishes to spend his life going from bar floozie to bar floozie, having nothing but meaningless sex and being emotionally crippled and disease ridden until he finally dies a sad, lonely death, then I can't exact stop him, now can I?"
That was the most badass moment in the entire story ♥
Which everyone knew was just an excuse for synchronized public groping and grinding.
An excellent description, if I ever saw oneXD
All the part about the choosing of the music, classical discussion and the dance was fantastic, lol. Specially the part concerning Francis' hand-multiplying abilities:
Matthew had his hands about Francis' waist, and rested his head on Francis' shoulder. In turn, Francis moved his hands. He wasn't called 'The Octopus' for nothing. First they were around his neck, but as the song played, they went down until they were resting on his ass. And somehow, Francis managed to still keep this blatant gropefest romantic. Ugh. Maybe you had to be French to get away with it.
Also, Lizzy rocks. Man, I wish I had a boyfrined willing to do those kind of thingsXD
And then, because no one was watching, he brushed the hair from her face and kissed her slow. It might have almost been considered romantic, but for him it was just awesome on a slower pace to make it last longer.
AWWWW, man. That's so oddly cute and lovely. What a great way to end the date ^^
Re: Chaos Theory 11/11
anonymous
April 14 2010, 02:47:49 UTC
You are a champion, anonymous! Seriously, besides the hilarity and the thousand and one other reasons fellow anons have named, this is the first time I've read a het sex scene in probably 3 years and it was AWESOME. In a slightly unrelated note, your Hungary acts a lot like I do, especially the part about her parents being glad she's actually dating a guy. That settles it. I need to go find a Prussia. TO GERMANY AND AWAY!
Re: Chaos Theory 11/11
anonymous
April 19 2010, 17:40:14 UTC
Ahahaha this is amazing on soooo many levels. Everyone was perfectly in characters, I adored Prussia's narration, and omfg everyone having sex at the lake was fucking hot.
And Gilbert's and Lizzie's relationship? Priceless.
"Classical? Seriously, Francis?" Gilbert said.
"Would you prefer an easy listening station?" Francis said.
"Ugh, hell no. If Celine Dion came on, I might just have to put myself out of my misery."
"You like Beethoven. Beethoven is classical," Francis said.
"That's because Beethoven was awesome. I have the coolest techno remix of the Ninth on my computer at home," Gilbert said.
"It suits my purposes," Francis said. And with that, the subject was closed.
Francis held out his hand. "Care for a dance, mon chéri?"
"Oh..sure. I'm not very good at dancing, though. Two left feet, eh," Matthew replied. He rubbed crumbs from his face, which had just the slightest flush and took Francis' hand. Francis was a little too drunk and stoned for anything fancy, so their dancing was more of the high school slow dance kind. Which everyone knew was just an excuse for synchronized public groping and grinding. Matthew had his hands about Francis' waist, and rested his head on Francis' shoulder. In turn, Francis moved his hands. He wasn't called 'The Octopus' for nothing. First they were around his neck, but as the song played, they went down until they were resting on his ass. And somehow, Francis managed to still keep this blatant gropefest romantic. Ugh. Maybe you had to be French to get away with it.
Though Gilbert did have to admit that Matthew looked really content. More than just content, he was just...happy.
Antonio was feeding Lovino. Gilbert was pretty sure Lovino could've fed himself, but knowing Antonio, it was probably some foreplay for a second round, or something. With all this boy loving going on, Liz looked as content as a cat full of milk.
Slow dancing wasn't his thing. The Electric Slide, Breakdancing, grinding - now those were dances he could get into. Slow beats just made him feel like falling asleep. Liz was pretty good about that, though. She rarely complained about him being unromantic. Which was good, because she might as well complain about the sky being blue.
*
Liz drove on the way home, mostly because Gilbert tended to like to make his rides 'more awesome' when he was stoned. And because she'd been too busy looking at all the guylove to drink. It'd long grown dark by then.
Matthew rested his head on Francis' shoulder. Francis' hands were idly playing with Matthew's hair. Antonio was nursing a beer, and Lovino was spread out over him, his head on his chest.
Matthew's was the first stop. They idled at the gated apartment complex, with its pseudo-Historical bent.
"Matthieu, we're here. Time to wake up," Francis murmured. His voice was soft, gentle. He kissed Matthew's forehead.
"'m not asleep... 'm up," Matthew said groggily. He rubbed at his eyes, found where his glasses had fallen off too, and untangled himself Francis. He then stepped out, a little shakily, as if he might fall over.
"G'night, everyone," Matthew said.
Francis leaned out the window and pulled Matthew to him for a goodnight kiss.
"Arthur is going to kill you," Matthew breathed, as he broke from the kiss. Francis' hands were still by his cheeks, tangled up in his hair.
"I'd like to see him try," Francis replied.
"You will in a moment. He's getting my brother," Matthew said.
"You frog! What are you doing to Matthew?!"
Matthew leaned in for one last kiss, broken apart when the door burst open at their complex and Lizzy floored the gas pedal.
"Bonne nuit, mon chou," Francis called back.
"Bonne nuit, mon amour," Matthew replied. But it was drowned out in the sound of Arthur and Alfred yelling, and the sound of the car roaring away down the road.
*
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Lovino's house was next. They pulled up, and the first thing Gilbert noticed was a Ludvig-like shape silhouetted across the curtains.
"The potato bastard is here," Lovino said through gritted teeth.
This somehow lead to them going inside. Probably Liz's doing, the promise of more guylove and all. Ludvig's hair looked oddly disordered, and his shirt not quite buttoned up right. And if Gilbert knew anything, it was that Ludvig always was in order, unless perhaps he'd gotten interrupted.... Heh, nice to see that his brother got some too. Gilbert hoped he'd not taking for-fucking-ever and had actually finished, because Ludvig with blue balls would be hellish to deal with.
"Hi Antonio!" Feliciano chirped. He wasn't wearing pants. In fact, he seemed to only be wearing a shirt entirely too large for him - which might have explained why Ludvig's shirt wasn't fitting him right.
Lovino glared daggers at both of them, and Ludvig simultaneously.
"Wait...is that my car?"
"Hell no, it's just a car that happens to look a lot like your car-"
"I believe I expressly forbid you from taking my car out," Ludvig said through gritted teeth.
"What are you, my fucking parent? Seriously, Ludvig. It's not like I totaled it. Chill out."
"Veeee, Ludvig. He took good care of my brother, so you shouldn't be so harsh on him. It's been so long since Lovi went anywhere."
"S-shut up! I don't need your pity!" Lovino cried. He dashed off up the stairs. Antonio cried out after him once, and then followed him.
Ludvig's grimace softened, until the hard edges seemed to lessen. Ah, the powers of sex so that even a tightass like Ludvig could see reason after a good fucking. And despite being rather a twit, Gilbert had to admit that Feliciano was all right. Anybody who could make Ludwig chill the fuck out for once was good with him, as far as he was concerned.
"I'm staying over. I expect you to return the car in a timely manner. I will see myself home sometime in the morning," Ludvig said. "Do you understand? Or do I have to repeat it more slowly?"
"Yes, mein Führer!" Gilbert saluted.
"That's not funny, Gilbert," Ludvig said.
"No, it's fucking hilarious," Gilbert called back. He jumped the last steps out. Awesomely. Seriously, James Bond had nothing on the awesome him. Antonio could see himself out. It looked like he was going to be busy fucking Lovino into the sheets, anyways.
*
So all that was left was him and Liz, driving down to her house. The backseat beckoned, and he thought of taking a little 'detour' down sexy lane. She had been paying attention to his friends the whole last time they were together, so the second round her eyes would be all on him.
"How much grounding time are you slated for, anyways?" He asked. "Ten years? Twenty?"
"None, probably. My parents are just glad that I'm dating guys."
Gilbert chuckled. "I can just see it. Lizzy the Lezzie. I think it's got a nice ring to it, don't you? Does this mean I get to watch?"
"Stoooppp iitt," she laughed and punched him in the arm.
He waggled his eyebrows. "It's only right, considering."
"Speaking of which...I think you should meet Roderich," she said. Her voice took on a dreamy edge, but she wasn't stoned or high.
"The hell? I thought you were over him!"
"After today, I think I deserve this. Kiss him, and get it on tape. That's the apology I want from you for forgetting the camera," she said.
"You know, normal women make their boyfriends buy them purses and flowers and shit," Gilbert grumbled.
She stuck out her tongue. "Like any 'normal woman' would be dating you."
"Fine. I'll take control of his 'vital regions' and get it on tape. Happy now?"
She kissed him. "Very!"
And then, because no one was watching, he brushed the hair from her face and kissed her slow. It might have almost been considered romantic, but for him it was just awesome on a slower pace to make it last longer.
*
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"So, is everyone here. Antonio, you're better with cameras than Francis, I hope?"
Francis took a hold of the large brass knocker carved in a grotesque shape of some gremlin or something and knocked. He used that French charm of his way straight to the master. And that was when Gilbert struck. He jumped out from the bushes and practically tackled Roderich. They weren't that much different in terms of height, so it didn't take much to yank on his cravat (and seriously, who wears a cravat anymore?) and pull him down for a kiss. He shoved him to the wall and rubbed over his vital regions. A moan escaped his throat as Gilbert bit his lower lip.
When he broke the kiss, Roderich looked dazed, confused, flustered, and more than a little turned on.
"What the-"
"You like that, bitch? Well, your vital regions just got claimed in the name of Liz."
Gilbert still had a hold of the cravat. He licked his lips, ground his hips against Roderich, and then stepped back and out of there. They ran off while Roderich tried to gather what was left of his composure.
Gilbert liked to think of that as the best fuck that Roderich never had.
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I want to be like your Lizzy when I grow up. Seriously. And you captured a wonderful Gilbert, and you managed to put Arthur in it and...you are amazing.
And I usually don't even read high-school AUs!
Laughed. Loud. Can't wait for my family to ask "what was so funny, darling?"
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This fic was hilarious! LOL, the fact that we get Gilbert's narration would give it away anyway, but man, you got his voice perfectly. His crude language and crude humour, his inflated image of himself, and his own particular brand of romanticism and affection for his girlfriend and friends are a delicious treat.
"I'm a pacifist," he said, shrugging. "If Francis wishes to spend his life going from bar floozie to bar floozie, having nothing but meaningless sex and being emotionally crippled and disease ridden until he finally dies a sad, lonely death, then I can't exact stop him, now can I?"
That was the most badass moment in the entire story ♥
Which everyone knew was just an excuse for synchronized public groping and grinding.
An excellent description, if I ever saw oneXD
All the part about the choosing of the music, classical discussion and the dance was fantastic, lol. Specially the part concerning Francis' hand-multiplying abilities:
Matthew had his hands about Francis' waist, and rested his head on Francis' shoulder. In turn, Francis moved his hands. He wasn't called 'The Octopus' for nothing. First they were around his neck, but as the song played, they went down until they were resting on his ass. And somehow, Francis managed to still keep this blatant gropefest romantic. Ugh. Maybe you had to be French to get away with it.
Also, Lizzy rocks. Man, I wish I had a boyfrined willing to do those kind of thingsXD
And then, because no one was watching, he brushed the hair from her face and kissed her slow. It might have almost been considered romantic, but for him it was just awesome on a slower pace to make it last longer.
AWWWW, man. That's so oddly cute and lovely. What a great way to end the date ^^
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And Gilbert's and Lizzie's relationship? Priceless.
Mmmm. I want more of this universe.
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