Peter Kirkland
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Words cannot describe my crush for Berwald...
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 26, 2010 21:13:34 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} Matthew slipped his glasses back into place; something he didn't feel as comfortable without. Sure, he could use contact lenses just as well, but he had been wearing them for so long, it didn't bother him much about it. Wearing glasses was the one thing that most people wouldn't tease him about, but only because Alfred would defend him on that.
Not that his brother had to wear glasses either. He had perfect vision. "Clark Kent wears glasses to conceal his identity from being a superhero!" That was his reasoning. And the Canadian himself just thought that wearing glasses was better than having to deal with any other method. He just wasn't the person to be bothered with such details.
The lightest of pink blushes appeared on the blonde's cheeks at Francis's greeting. He nodded his head softly and smiled, now moving to sit up from the heavy feeling of the blankets still draped over his sleepy body. He hadn't noticed how Kumajirou seemed to be uncomfortable, and only thought it was because of his injuries. It was a fact that most injuries hurt worst the next day, or hours after they are inflicted.
They were sore when they were healing, so it was sort of a good thing, maybe. Matthew still had the small smile on his face as he watched the male get up and out of bed. He didn't notice anything wrong until he heard Francis gasp first. Hearing that instinctively made him turn his attention to what he was looking at, also concerned about it, and then also gasped himself as he saw it. The bulge in Kumajirou's pants.
He quickly adverted his eyes away, already feeling his face burning a dangerous hot red. His mind stopped functioning for a moment as he tried to understand what he had seen just now. He was positive he knew what it was. What else could it possibly be? Well, it was true that it wasn't uncommon for men to have this... problem when waking up. It just happened, for whatever reason. And now that Kumajirou had a male body, he wasn't exempt from the rest of them, it seemed.
Matthew kept his gaze away from the both of them, but was still intently listening to their conversation. But the next thing he heard, he would have never expected. First, the male had apologized, which made the blonde wonder what for. He knew he was embarrassed and probably ashamed, but there was no reason to be... Until he heard that he had been having a dream about him. About pleasuring him. He couldn't help but look at him again, mouth open slightly in surprise.
"W-what...? Kuma was having... that kind of dream about me...? No way... There's no way..." But as he continued listening, he knew that he was not kidding. Not in the slightest. Matthew didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what to think. He completely froze up, and remained that way, until the male had escaped from the room. Hearing the door fly open brought him out of his daze.
He shook his head, not knowing what just happened. The only thought he had was that Kumajirou had a sexual dream about him. "Me... Of all people..." He honestly wasn't sure if he should treat that as a compliment or not. The blonde only gave a quick look toward Francis before scrambling out of bed to follow the fleeing male. He was afraid he might leave, so he wanted to catch him first and talk things through before he did.
Matthew stumbled down the stairs, nearly falling over several times in the process. Luckily, Kumajirou was in the kitchen, trying to cook but his erection was proving too much to deal with. The boy just watched for a few moments, pitying him for what had happened. He wondered if there could be a way to work things out between them. There was a chance, and they could at least try. He cleared his throat a bit before stepping into the kitchen.
The blonde held his head up a little higher than normal, and made sure he didn't look further than Kumajirou's chest as he walked closer to him. "Kuma... Let's talk about this, okay?" He said softly, trying to be as calm about the situation as he could, and hoping the male would do the same. "It's not your fault you had a dream like that... It must be because of your new body. That kind of thing happens with guys frequently, so it's not like we can control it. There's really nothing to be ashamed about. We both know about it, Francis and I, so there's no reason to be embarrassed anymore, alright?"
He smiled a little, but knew it was probably of not much help. It wasn't because of his erection as much as what had caused it. It would have been perfectly fine if he had a dream of pleasuring someone else, but since it had been about Matthew, it made the event very troublesome. "...I-I guess I should be happy... you had a dream about me, e-eh...? I mean, you could have been with anyone else... but it was with me. That must mean you really care for me, don't you, Kuma?"
The blonde smiled, feeling a bit more confident now. It was just a dream. It probably didn't mean anything. "We have been together for a long time, and I'm the person you know the best, so... There was no one else but me. Please, don't be embarrassed about it anymore. I'm not upset. Not at all." Matthew let out a little sigh. That was such a shock to him, and still was. But just because Kumajirou had a dream about him, it didn't change anything between them. He would make sure of that.
"A-anyway... I'll cook dinner. And you should probably take a cold shower or s-something... to help. I know it must be painful, so it's better to just get rid of it now instead of waiting..." He moved over to the stove and started preparing to fix the three of them dinner for the evening.
[Aw, really? Thank you then! I'm glad! I always try to make Matthew as moe and innocent as he possibly can be!]
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Post by Italy on Jul 27, 2010 0:19:26 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} As he stood there, fumbling with the uncooked food in his hand, when suddenly he heard Matthew talking gently from the other side of the room. He looked over at him, and bit his lip. The shame slowly began to build once again, and it was hard to keep his eyes locked with Matthew's. But, he didn't dare look away, it was hard to look, but it was even harder to not look at him. He was still so confused.
"M-Matthew..." he whispered as he walked closer and closer to him. It was normal for men to wake up with this feeling? Really? He wanted to believe it, and he did. But, it was hard to admit that the concept of a boy turning him on, rather then a girl, was the reason he was like this now.
He gently fidgeted around as Matty walked over to the stove, offering to cook dinner instead of himself. He was even more hurt now, he wanted his master to sleep more and rest up. He was sure he was still tired from earlier. Stress seemed so hard on his body, and relaxing is usually what the doctor orders. But, he just stared at the back of Matthew's head, seeming to focus on all of his detailed features. The way his hair fell, and how slightly messy it was from his nap-head. The cowlick springing from his hairline in the front, and how it curled off to the side.
It only made things worse. Breaking down each attractive detail only made the burning coil in his stomach scream with agonizing need. He yelped silently, and wrapped his arm around his torso, feeling his heart-rate quicken and pound in his ears.
"A-A.....cold shower?" he asked, questioning whether or not it was the right way to go about getting rid of this sort of thing. Then again, it wasn't unusual for humans to find other, easier ways of doing things. He thought the only way to relieve yourself from this was to have it done sexually. But then, a sudden thought shook in his head.
He didn't deserve such a pleasurable way out of this sinful situation.
So, he nodded, and was about to leave.... but felt his heartstrings seem to pull the further away he moved from Matthew. It was an odd feeling, it was as if he were a magnet, being pulled to his tiny superior through physical forces. He had to go and do as he was told, but he sorely wanted to stay with Matthew.
"M-Mat-- I-I don-- Can I--?" he began to studder violently under his breath. Words were becoming hard to form, he couldn't go on like this for very much longer. Hot, fresh tears filled his eyes, and seemed to drown his thoughts. Why has he become so helpless all of a sudden, like some 3-year-old? It was like he was begging for Matthew, and he wanted so bad to tell him what was on his mind. So, he might as well try the best he could, and get it over with, "M-Matthew.... I love you..." he began to say, thanking the Lord above for giving him this spontaneous surge of energy that allowed him to talk strongly. "I love you so much. Even as kids, I-I felt a strong connection between us. But, I was only a toy.... so I never said anything. A-And, I know I hurt you by forgetting you, and I feel horrible for that...!" The tears began to fall as fast as his words spilled from his mouth, but he wasn't wavering, and he didn't plan to stop until everything he wanted to say was out in the open. "And now that I'm a human, I was given the oppertunity to love you like I've always wanted to. You don't have to return the feelings, I know it's probably really akward and wrong..." he slowly hung his head. "But, that's the reason I had the dream. I've been wanting to do that for you for so long! I-I know that's what humans like, and it was just instinct to think that you would too...." His voice now was filled with soft panting from his tears, and he drug his body back over to Matthew with a step that made his feet feel like two-ton bricks.
He found the strength to lift his arms, and embrace Matthew for a quick moment. A quick moment, however, that seemed to last forever to Kuma. Such a warm, comforting touch, even though it felt like his own body was being swallowed by fire. The still growing erection was now becoming impossible to deal with, and he pulled away to head off into the bathroom. The last thing he wanted to do was defy Matthew, and just sit there with the hard-on in between his legs.
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He made quick haste of the trip into the shower, and was able to discard his clothes fully, before falling against the cold tile behind the shower curtain. The freezing water was blasting his skin, and washing him over with instant relief. And, since Francis had taken the liberty to use all the hot water, he was garunteed a cold shower until what was needed to be done was done.
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Peter Kirkland
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Words cannot describe my crush for Berwald...
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 27, 2010 4:22:27 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} He really hoped that Kumajirou would understand. He didn't hate him. He didn't think it was weird. It was just something that happened, that no one could control. He didn't think it meant anything more than just that it was a perverted dream. He was sure that he would have likely dreamed about someone else instead, if he knew anyone else as close and intimately as he did with the Canadian.
But as the silence hung in the air around them, Matthew started to wonder if he had said the right thing. It wanted to look at the male, but found that he couldn't bring himself to do so. It wasn't like he was shunning him, but rather, was feeling too ashamed to look at him himself. He didn't know why, and not knowing worried and scared him.
Was there something he was forgetting? Denying? It felt like there was something he needed to realize, that was on the tip of his tongue to say, and the thought was in the very back of his mind, but he couldn't. For whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to say anything more. He was already worried about what Kumajirou must have been thinking right now, about him, about what he said. He just hoped that he didn't take it the wrong way.
The blonde was usually good with his words, but for something like this, he found himself tongue tied. He had no experience to draw on and offer advice, which pretty much made him useless. "Maybe I should have let Francis talk with him instead..." He shook his head. No. This was between him and Kumajirou. They would work their way around this and forget it. It might take time, but they would.
Hearing small noises coming from the direction that Kumajirou was still in, Matthew couldn't help but turn and look at him. And when he did, he almost regret doing so. His heart sank into his chest, and his breath got lost somewhere in his lungs. The look on the male's face. It was so pitiful. Pleading. And he didn't know why. It made the blonde very sure now that he had made a mistake with something.
Whether it was following him downstairs, or saying what he said, he knew he had said something very wrong to make him this upset. He could see he was trying to say something, but he couldn't hear enough of it for a response. The blonde just turned, looking at him and giving his full attention to it. Even though it hurt him to see his friend like this, he knew that he was hurting even more now. Why? Why did he have to be hurt? Twice in one day.
When Matthew woke up today to find his pet gone, he had been so worried about his well being. And then, he had gotten roughed up by some punks at the park physically, and was now being hurt even worse than that. And like before, there was nothing he could do to fix it or help him. Not at all. He tried opening his mouth to say something, but was cut off instead by the male again.
He stood, speechless, just listening to what was told to him. He cursed his body for always freezing at the most critical points; he just completely broke down. The confession seemed to pass right through him, but he still understood it all. Every word spoken to him. Especially those three sacred ones. It was the first thing he said. The blonde seemed to relax a little as he was embraced, but he couldn't find the strength to return it.
As much as he wanted to hold Kumajirou close to him, and show him that he accepted those feelings of love. Of love that went further than just being close friends, and had been that way for a long time. But he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. "Kuma... Don't... Don't say that..." It was the only thing he could say with his shuddering breath. The hug only lasted a moment before the male had run off back upstairs. As soon as he was let go, Matthew stumbled and nearly fell over, it he had not caught himself on one of the chairs near him first.
The news was just so shocking. It was the last thing he had expected to hear, from anyone, especially Kumajirou. That he loved him. Really loved him. Loved him like a lover, a boyfriend. No one had ever told him that kind of love before, and he didn't know how to take it. "I don't even deserve it..." Matthew closed his eyes; taking the silence in the kitchen to clear his thoughts a little. This was so confusing. He didn't understand anything that was going on today. But, there was one thing that he did understand.
Kumajirou loved him, always had. The first person to love him had just admitted it, and then ran off while he was just staying behind, not doing anything, like always. A deep feeling of shame sweeped over him and made his heart weep. "No... Kumajirou..." He shook his head and stood up straight again. If this was the first person who loved him, how could he let his feelings go unrequited. It was true that the Canadian had never thought of him, or any other person, as anything more than a friend before, but he wasn't going to let that stop him this time.
Kumajiirou loved him. It would be painful to have these feelings, knowing that they were just useless baggage. He wasn't going to allow that. The blonde quickly followed the male upstairs into his bedroom again and to the bathroom. He found the door unlocked and walked in. The curtain was pulled closed and the water was running. He could feel the chill in the air already from the most likely ice cold water of his shower. He walked over and quickly turned the water off, then drew the curtain back, looking at the naked, wet form of the male.
Matthew himself had a different look on his face; determined, yet still the same as he always was, shy and timid. It wasn't often for him to be bold in doing something like this, and he wondered for a moment if he was doing the right thing, after all.
"Kumajirou, I... I accept your feelings. I know you love me, and I... I also love you. I really... do... You're the first person to have such feelings for me, so of course I love you... I'm sorry that you had to go through this for so long... And I know that we might be rushing into this without thinking everything through first, but... Can we... be a c-couple, Kumajirou?"
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Post by Italy on Jul 27, 2010 5:14:10 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} It didn't occur to him that the bathroom door was quickly opened moments he had made his way into the shower. It wasn't until the water was turned off that Kuma made the effort to look over at the cause. He had just now started to relax, and the coil in his stomach was starting to relax itself out of the intense, pressure-filled agony.
But, everything was instantly sparked again when he had met the gaze of a certain purple-eyed master. His eyes widened with surprise, and he felt his legs slowly become weak under him. It wasn't enough to make him fall, but the jerking was enough to rack his whole frame.
"M-Matthew...?" he asked, making sure it was the little blonde standing there, and not some figure in another one of his crazy dreams. Thank goodness it was the real thing...
The bear boy wanted to speak, but was abruptly cut short when the other started talking first. The way he spoke now was different, stronger. Bravery laced his explination, and Kuma suddenly felt proud of the little nation. To speak firmly like this was completely new... and reassuring.
Then, what he heard next was what he least expected... but was longing for the most.
'...I also love you.'
The simple sentence was enough to spark Kuma's heart into a state of relief, washing over his body with so many positive feelings at once. It made the light in his eyes return, and his face just seemed to glow. He instantly dove from the shower, and landed on the floor in a dripping, messy heap, Matthew tight in his arms. He instantly stood up, standing in such a way that made Matthew sit on his crossed arms. They met at eye-level, and it was a good way to keep his tiny master from getting anymore wet.
He stared at Matthew for the longest time, drinking in his new expression. The look of honesty, brave honesty, painted a new look on the Canadian's features. It was very different from what he was used to... but he wasn't complaining.
"Yes, Matty!" the white-haired male replied, the playfulness returning in his voice with the mention of his master's nickname. "I want to be a couple. I want to be with you, always! We don't have to think things through!" He felt a genuine smile stretch along his cheeks. "I can feel that this is the right thing to do, no question! Your so right for me, Matty...."
He couldn't have told the truth anymore bluntly. He meant every word that came from his lips, he meant everything from the bottom of his heart. Nothing made him happier then to finally have that empty space in his heart filled by love, and deeply meant passion.
He leaned over and slowly delivered soft eskimo kisses to the blonde, his cowlick ticking his cheek as he did so. He was so warm, since Kuma's skin was ice from the cold shower he had started. He recalls giving eskimo kisses as a stuffed bear, and instantly locked that memory away into his heart, now forever remembered, and cherished.
Just like Matthew; no longer forgotten, forever cherished.
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Francis, the entire time the whole situation took place between the childhood friends, had planted his butt on the edge of Matthew's bed, his conscious knee-deep in swimming questions.
Where they going to be okay?
Will everything work out fine down there?
And then, when he saw Kuma venture up the steps, another thought seemed to cross his mind:
Is the friendship starting to weaken and break?
But, moments later, after seeing his little Canadian hastily make his way into the bathroom, following his friend in quick suit, Francis asked his last question:
Where is their first date going to be?
Politely giving them a moment, Francis thought the cost was clear when he heard two surprised gasps from the other side of the door, followed by a soft thud. He stood up, and slowly made his way to the bathroom. After a quick knock or two, he pushed the door open ajar just enough to poke his head in, and see what the commotion really was. When he saw a human toy clutching it's master tenderly, he instantly smiled, recieving his answer.
"So, everything alright now, you two?" the Frenchman asked, stepping all the way into the fully-open bathroom. Kuma nodded, the smile still present on his pale lips.
"Yep!" he chirped in reply, nuzzling Matthew's neck gently. Then, to top it all off, he thought it might make the situation more romantic by gently kissing Matthew on the lips.
So that's exactly what he did<3
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 27, 2010 19:38:47 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} By the time he had finished speaking, the small blonde was panting slightly out of breath. Even talking that much, which seemed normal for anyone else, was the equivalent of talking for hours without rest for him. Not to mention that it had put a huge strain on himself, speaking those words. Saying things he never thought he would have said before.
It was all so much, all sudden. The worry that this wasn't right, that this wouldn't work out, even if they did both love each other as much as they could, still loomed heavily in his heart. He had just confessed the feelings he had kept locked up inside him for so long, and was only able to find the key after Kumajirou triggered it from him. They had both confessed now. He wasn't sure how the male would take his plea to be together.
Would he think he was lying? Just saying such a thing to make him feel better? But this was the truth. He loved him, and always had. Ever since they had met. First, it was companionship love. Then friend love. They didn't seem to be very close, and yet, he still somehow found himself falling into a much deeper love than he had ever imagined. And that love had blossomed the second he saw Kumajirou run into his house, transformed as a human.
Neither of them had said anything since he finished. Matthew dreaded to think of what the male must have thought of him now, right now. He had his eyes closed the whole time, and didn't even notice it himself. He didn't need his eyes open to see the look on Kumajirou's face. He held his breath painfully in his lungs as he heard some movement. He didn't know what was happening, so suddenly feeling wet, cold arms wrap around him surprised him enough, and forced himself to open his eyes and see what was happening. The male was hugging him, close.
Turning his head just a bit to the side, the blonde could see that he was smiling now. The so sad look on his face he had seen him with before he ran away into the shower had been replaced with his usual, happy smile. Just like before. Seeing the smile made himself smile as well. He still didn't understand if this was a good, or bad, sign, but he was just happy to see him smiling. Matthew wrapped his arms around Kumajirou's neck as he was lifted up and made to sit in his arms, like if they were a swing.
He came face to face with the person he loved so much now, the both of them smiling without saying another word and staring. His heart fluttered in a strange, new way in his chest for the first time. This feeling was wonderful. Is this what it felt like to love? And be loved? This was what he had been missing out on for so long. He was so thrilled to hear that Kumajirou wanted to be with him, as lovers.
He really hadn't been sure if he would want to or not, but he did. And he was so thankful for that. If they loved each other, then there was no reason to not be together, was there? It would just bring them so much pain if they continued living together, but only as friends, and never anything more. The blonde didn't know what to say. He just nodded his head, giggling as he was showered with Eskimo kisses.
They still tickled his skin, even though Kumajirou's nose was no longer cold and wet like it had used to be. But he still enjoyed it just as much, and maybe even more now. He tightened his hold around the male and enjoyed the moment they had together. Everything was still sinking in for him, and he kept wondering if this was really meant to be. If he was meant to be this happy.
He knew Kumajirou was. He deserved whatever would make him happy. And if being together would do that, then he would make sure he would stay at his side for as long as he wanted him. "Kuma, I... I love you so much... I'm sorry it took me so long to say something to you, but... Please, forgive me. I'll do anything to make it up to you... Anything..."
The blonde chewed on his lower lip. He knew this was no time to start feeling bad again, when something just wonderful had happened. He wanted to say a million things, but his quiet nature prevented him from doing so. He hoped the male would understand what he wanted to tell him just from the beating of his heart. He kissed his cheek just gently enough, then glanced over his shoulder when he heard the door open again.
Matthew was a bit embarrassed to see Francis there, standing in the room with the both of them now; especially since they were like this. But he didn't get too embarrassed, and after a few seconds, didn't seem to mind at all. He nodded softly to answer his question, although Kumajirou answered it better than he would have.
"Everything... is fine now." He turned to look back to his new love, but was surprised with a kiss to his lips instead. His first kiss. It sent shock waves through his body. Strong at first, but then calmed to a smooth tingling sensation to his skin. Was kissing someone you loved always felt like this? He hoped so. If it was, he might never want to break a kiss with Kumajirou again.
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Post by Italy on Jul 27, 2010 21:42:06 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} Kuma's heart pounded hard in his chest, sending a rhythmic feeling of motivation through his body. The kiss, when it connected, felt completely right. The warmth was something out of this world, and he desperately wished it could last forever.
"That's wonderful to hear," Francis replied, sending a sincere smile their way. They finally realized their feelings for one another, finally their bond could tighten into a hold so strong, nothing could separate them.
At first, the thought meant something wonderful in Francis's head...
...and then the next moment, he felt so empty.
Matthew had finally mustered up the courage to say what Kumajirou has been wanting to hear for so long. It brought them together, and finally joined their hearts as one. He should feel happy, right?
But, it was quite the opposite. Suddenly, the Frenchman's heart began to pull itself apart. He felt alone. But why? He was so confused. He usually felt compelled to surround himself with love and beauty everywhere he went, and these two now had plenty of love to spare. ....he just somehow wished some of that love could be meant for him. A selfish thought, yes. But, his whole body just seemed to melt under the soft, purple gaze Matthew looked up at him with all the time. And, now that little Kumajirou was a man, he wanted desperately to shower him with acts of love and passionate care. They both deserved to be happy.
He started understanding now... and it didn't frighten him at all anymore. These thoughts that kept his mind in a haze, the things he wanted to admit, but were too ashamed to. Now it all became clear...
He was in love with Matthew. He loved the little boy dearly as an infant, and now that he was a grown adult, he appealed to the Frenchman in a whole new light. It would seem wrong to most, but Francis was sure to raise Matthew with the thought that love was everything. Age was merely a number. Gender was only something God sculpted you into. It didn't matter to Francis, but he wondered if it mattered to his little Canadian. He seems pretty open about loving both genders, seeing as how he witnessed Kuma's lips and Matthew's meeting for a second time. But, would his age be a problem? Sure, they were both adults now, but Francis was his senior by a good ten years or more.
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
Francis smiled and watched as the white-haired male held his master closer. "It seems you two are very happy now. That's a relief!" The act he played on with his words was perfect, but the look on his face seemed to be pained, stricken with crushed hope. Kumajirou noticed it, and slowly began to wonder. However, he was unable to speak, for the Frenchman continued. "It's getting late, and I'm sure you two are very hungry." He turned and walked out of the bathroom, and turned the bedroom door knob. "I'll fix you two some dinner, and then I'm going to turn it in for the evening." He thought that this was the best way to make the two happy, for now at least.
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As he headed downstairs into the kitchen, Kumajirou slowly began to understand the pain he was feeling, and he couldn't help but smile. He just happened to know the perfect remedy for a broken heart. "C'mon, Matty. We need to go fix something," Kuma explained as he sat Matthew down on the sink counter-top and wrapped a towel around his bare waist. Then, he scooped his master up for the umpteenth time, and scurried down the steps.
The couch had a pillow and small sheet covering the top. Didn't Matthew say Francis wasn't going to sleep on the couch tonight? Then, he was surprised to smell something pleasant coming from the next room. Was that veggies he smelled? He suddenly got a little excited, and ventured his way onto the tiled kitchen floor. At the stove, Francis had his hair pulled back in a ponytail, keeping any of it from obstructing his vision as he worked. He flipped the vegetables that saute-d and simmered in the deep pan. Watching him work was like watching an expert. Then again, he was French, so talent like this didn't seem to keep him in awe too long.
"Francis!" Kuma squeaked, jumping to close the last bit of distance he had between the older blonde and himself. It shocked the Frenchman, and totally caught him off-guard. The hug to his back, though, was insanely warm and comforting. It made his shoulders slump and his muscles instantly relax. "Please don't be sad, I know what's wrong. And, we can fix it, if you let us!"
The oldest blonde reacted in the most shocked way possible. How in the world was he able to tell he was sad? But, he wanted to feel better, so maybe listening for a moment wouldn't be too bad...
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 28, 2010 21:07:34 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} What happiness. What bliss. To know that he was loved, finally, and that he was able to return that love. What if someone else had confessed to him? Would he still be happy? Or would it just have been more sadness instead? But he was glad that it had been Kumajirou to fall in love with him first. Both of them first loves. It seemed like this was meant to be then.
Matthew wasn't the type of person to get so ahead of himself without thinking things through first, but he just couldn't think of anything going wrong or bad with this change. They would still be the same like they had been before, always together, having fun. But with the added bonus of love. A deep, meaningful love. It excited him so much to see how things would change from this point on. He wouldn't be alone anymore. Wouldn't feel that loneliness when he thought of what he was missing out on.
It was such a wonderful feeling. He was so grateful for it, and would never take it for granted. He promised. The blonde tried his best to keep up with the kiss for as long as he could. It was his first, their first, and he wanted to make it even more special than anyone else's first kiss could ever be. But, eventually he ran short on breath and had no choice but to pull himself away. Very reluctantly, of course. He pulled away enough to be able to take in the image of Kumajirou's face in his eyes.
He found himself smiling even without meaning to. But he was happy for that, as well. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he heard Francis speak instead. As ashamed as he was to say it, in the heat of the moment, he had completely forgotten that his guardian was in the room. His cheeks grew to a deep, red color as he tilted his head just a little to peer past the white haired male's head to the other blonde behind him.
He nodded his head. "It is, eh?" He said, sounding more shy and embarrassed about it than he had originally meant to. He had been kissing Kumajirou in front of him like this for so long. It felt a little awkward to him, especially when he remembered that the person he was kissing was naked and wet. The blush turned even darker, but Matthew quickly shook his head to keep himself from fainting. Now that he was calming down again, and all those boiling, rushing emotions were fading away, everything else was slowly seeping into him.
"Kuma..." He leaned in a bit again, placing his forehead against his new lover's and smiled softly. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying how even though he had taken a cold shower and was naked in the room, he didn't feel cold to him at all. He was happy for that. Everything in his life was perfect now. He wouldn't care if everyone kept mistaking him for his brother, or beat him up because of his brother, or just forgot all about him.
As long as he had Kumajirou to love him, then everything was perfect. He wanted nothing more, and nothing less. Somehow, he found himself locked into another kiss just a few moments after the first ended. But he wasn't complaining; he had already been missing the feel of those lips. When that kiss had ended, Matthew happily hugged the male closer to him and giggled. The second kiss was just as good as the first, and made him even more happy than he had been before. If that was even possible now.
He looked back to Francis when he heard him say that he was going to fix them some dinner, then go to bed. The boy nodded with the idea, though he really didn't like the thought of making his guest cook for him when it was his obligation to do it, instead. But, Francis's cooking really was the best. It was what he grew up eating most of the time, so he always had a craving for whatever it was he decided to prepare.
"I can't wait!" He cried out excitedly and eagerly, not noticing the pained look he had about it before leaving their presence. But then he heard Kumajirou say something about fixing something, and Matthew completely froze up. "Fix... something..." He thought and thought, and finally realized what he could have possibly meant by that. The blush returned to his cheeks, but with such a force to spread all the way across his face and down his neck.
"He can't be... Is he talking about... I did interrupt his shower, but..." The boy couldn't believe he was thinking such thoughts, but the only thing he could think of that needed fixing, was the problem Kumajirou had from the dream earlier. "Ah, but..." He squeaked softly, feeling himself too shy to say no exactly, but not feeling very confident that this was the right time to do it yet.
But, he knew he was wrong when he saw the male put on a towel instead. "O-oh..." He was then picked up and carried downstairs, even further confusing the poor boy to what was happening now. They found Francis in the kitchen, cooking. The smell of the wonderful food was quickly filling up the space in the kitchen. It made Matthew's mouth water and his stomach growl, eager to taste it.
He stood back, watching Kumajirou talk to him. He became concerned when Kumajirou was saying about fixing what was wrong. Wrong? With Francis? Since when? And what was it? The blonde boy walked over closer to the both of them; his violet eyes locked onto his caretaker for so many years with worry and concern. It made him feel so bad to think there was something wrong with him, and he aimed to try and fix it, in any way that he could.
"Francis? Is something wrong? Please, tell me..."
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Post by Italy on Jul 29, 2010 0:07:36 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} Francis gasped when he heard Matthew's voice along with the arms around his torso from the dripping male behind him.
He froze, feeling obligated to answer, but not wanting to tell them the truth. Like he had said to himself before, love was a beautiful thing, no matter the people it was between. But, he still wondered if Matthew would be okay with what he really wanted to say....
Surprising enough, he didn't expect to hear Kumajirou start explaining what was going through his head right now. He wanted him to stop desperately. But, part of him kept the feeling down in his chest, and began listening to what the white-haired male had to say.
"I saw that look in your eye," Kumajirou explained, sticking his facce so close to the Frenchman's, their noses were barely touching. "When you turned back to look at Matthew, that look on your face was so painful, so hurt.... so familiar."Francis knew full well what it was he was trying to get across, "you looked at him with the same eyes I did when I was too afraid to express my love to Matthew."
There, it was out in the open, said and done. And, for some odd reason, Francis felt a wave of relief refresh his head and heart. But, suddenly, he remembered his fear of Matthew rejecting him, and he didn't dare turn around.
What if his fear was reality, and his little Canadian was too grossed out by his love for him? It wasn't quite a platonic relationship, but they weren't nearly as close as the bear was with his little Matty. His chest felt tight, and his stomach turned into a giant, un-loosenable knot.
He finished cooking, and has yet to say a word. Kuma knew he struck a nerve, and was slowly opening him up, even though he was less willing to talk now then from the beginning. "Will you say something to us, France? Please, just say what's on your mind...!" the white-haired male asked, almost begged. He really wanted to help Francis.
In no way was he mad at him for being in love with Matthew like he was. It was instinctive human nature to become angry with a man if he had fallen inlove with your significant other. But, it was a good thing Kumajirou wasn't of human nature. He was of a fluffy, stuffed plushie nature, who was made for the enjoyment of his tiny master. That's what stuffed animals were for, right? To make the person that owns it very happy.
Francis was no different. He had raised Matthew, yes, but who do you think he also raised? Kuma couldn't do it all alone! So, in a different light, you could say the Frenchman was his caretaker too. And, he hated seeing the ones he loved so troubled.
There was plenty of Matty to share, and the smallest male deserved as much love there was to give. After being neglected like he was for so many years, it was his felt duty to have as much TLC given to Matthew as humanly possible. Two lovers didn't bother him one bit! But, the thought seemed to trouble Francis....
Setting two made plates down on the kitchen table, the French nation finally turned around to send a smile the other two's way. "Dinner, gentleman. And, merci, Matthew, de m'avoir permis de vous préparer un repas à la fois. Il me fait du bien pour aider un garçon méritant." Francis replied, walking slowly out of the kitchen. He had taken the liberty to pat his Canadian on the head softly before he made his way to the couch, and the heat of his body seemed to linger on his fingers. He tightened his hand into a fist, afraid to let go of the feeling.
As he plopped down on the plush couch, the nation rolled onto his back, nuzzling softly into the pillow. He prayed that what kumajirou said would not be believed by Matthew.
But, knowing the clever boy, he was sure Matty had figured it out one way or another.
((I apologize for the crappy, short reply QAQ And, I'm sorry if the french is hard to intereperate. I had to use a translator that I don't find too reliable >.>))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 29, 2010 19:58:51 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} It seemed Francis wasn't going to say anything. No matter how much Matthew begged and pleaded to him with his eyes that said more than words, he wouldn't speak up about what was going through his heart and mind. He was still hopeful that he would say something, anything, to explain what was wrong. He wanted to try and help, in any way that he could, but he couldn't since he didn't know what was wrong.
He felt sad and disappointed. What was it that he was keeping to himself? Something that Kumajirou seemed to understand, but he was left clueless. He had always disliked not being informed while others were, but now he really hated it. If only he could figure it out for himself. Because Francis was reluctant to tell him, he knew it must have been something very important that he couldn't even speak of it.
The blonde took another step forward towards him. Just a tiny step that made such a big difference to urge the truth out of him. "Please..." He thought, wishing with all his might to be told. He thought since confessing their love for each other with Kuma everything was going to be okay and well between them, but now he realized that was not the case.
Matthew turned his attention back to Kumajirou, listening to him. He didn't really understand what he was saying. It seemed something only the two of them would understand, since they knew. But there was one part he did understand.
'You looked at him with the same eyes I did when I was too afraid to express my love to Matthew.'
And for a moment, he thought he would have a nervous break down and pass out.
It was the same feeling all over again. First with Kumajirou's confession, and now with Francis's indirect one. He neither confirmed nor denied what the male had said about his feelings of love towards him. And because he hadn't, it left him even more confused than if he had given a final answer on the subject. But he really wondered if such a thing could be true or not.
"Does Francis... have feelings for me, too? The same as Kumajirou's? Does he... love me?" He turned his attention away for a moment to look at Kumajirou. He was also pleading to get him to fess up. That gave him even more reason to believe that this was not just a misunderstanding about his feelings. If it was, why didn't he speak up? Correct him? Silence always told the truth. Matthew could feel his heart wretch at the thought that the person who had taken care of him growing up, made him the person who he was today, was in love with him.
It was shocking. Even more so to hear that his polar bear now turned human had always harbored feelings of love for him. He now realized why Francis seemed upset before. He was happy that he had found love, but sad that it wasn't him. It all made sense now. But making any sense of it didn't change that there was a rift between the two of them now.
The older blonde wouldn't be able to look at the Canadian anymore without feeling at least a little saddened. It would be even worse, seeing him and Kumajirou, so happy and together. He didn't want to make him go through something like that. He wanted everyone, all three of them, to be happy. But it seemed so impossible when love was involved. The blonde took a few steps back as Francis had finished their dinner.
The plates of food were set at the table in front of them, but he no longer had the attitude to eat anything. Hearing what was told to him sounded like like a farewell. Like he would never see him again, which actually might turn out to be true, if things continued on this way. He said nothing, just turned and watched as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Matthew felt his body shake. He wanted to cry. He felt so horrible, despite feeling his best just a few moments ago. Could nothing stay perfect? For him? For his friends and lovers? Wasn't there just a way to keep everyone he knew and cherished happy? He wanted to scream. For the first time in his life, he felt so angry. Hot tears started to build up in the corners of his eyes, but he refused to cry.
He wasn't going to let this be the end of their relationship. Never. Even if Francis didn't want him anymore, he still wanted, and needed him, in his life. The blonde marched out of the kitchen, following after the path he had taken. He found the Frenchman laying on the couch which he had made into a makeshift bed for the night, even though he had already told him he was not allowed to sleep on the couch. He walked over to the couch and got down on his knees, looking at Francis.
He took his hand and held it between his own. The look on his face as stern, but the look of his eyes remained sweet. "Francis. How long have you loved me? Since when?" This was no longer a case of 'Do you love me?' since he already knew the truth. Now he just wanted to know: "Why? Why do you love me? Someone like you... fell in love with me?" Francis was beautiful, handsome, sexy, and all the above and so much more. Matthew didn't seem like the kind of person someone like him would fall for. He wanted to know why.
He tightened his grip around the soft, delicate hand in his own. "I-I can't... tell you... h-how much I've always... wanted your l-love, Francis... I-I knew... you were my guardian for so long, b-but... I've only ever wanted y-you... But now... Kumajirou loves me, and I love him. But that w-wont change... the feelings I have for you. Ever."
[No! Don't say that! It's okay! Mine have been kinda sloppy too, since I haven't been given as much time to reply as I need. >.<; I'm sorry!]
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Post by Italy on Jul 30, 2010 1:13:50 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} While laying on the couch, swallowed in his own pity, he slowly felt a pair of warm hands close around his. They felt smaller then his, yet big enough to embrace them. The grasp was firm, and he instantly knew who had a hold of him. He tried not to look at him, his heart still burning with the guilt he harbored since the little talk in the kitchen.
He would have kept his mouth shut, would not have said a word, but when he heard Matthew ask him how long it was that he loved him, he had to look over. His eyes met a pair of soft, yet stern, purple ones, and it just made his heart melt into a pile of sensitive mush. How could he not have to say much, and still could speak thousands. The more he stared at Matthew, the harder it was to believe he was forgotten all the time. How could you miss such a stunning face? Such a warm nation, such a tender boy, who was so sweet to everyone he met.
He felt the lump in his throat hard to swallow as he became frantic for the right words to say. "Matthew..." he thought, too nervous to say anything. He was so at loss for words... how long has it been?
Sure, he loved his little nation as a baby, but that was a paternal love, nothing deep and intimate. No way, not at that age. But, as he grew and matured, he suddenly became so drawn into the look he developed, and how well he began to grow on his own. It was stunning.
That's when these feelings had begun to take over his heart.
So there he sat, at loss for words still, trying to find the right thing to say. Thinking harder and harder, he decided that the best words wouldn't be in English... but in another language he and Matthew both shared.
"Matthew ... mon amour pour toi s'épanouit le moment, je vous ai vu devenir un homme fort." Then, he heard him say that the love he and Kumajirou shared would never interfere with the love the two of them shared. It made him smile to hear him say that, and at the same time chuckle with joy. He sat up, now pulling the Canadian to him, and proud that he suddenly gained all of this courage. He inhaled softly, taking in the scent of Matthew's presence so close. This was also something he enjoyed. Just having Matthew around and knowing he was so near, and wishing to never be taken from his side.
Who knew such a simple pleasure could be interpereted into a thing so luxurious?
"Je sais que cela ne gêne pas. Pourquoi serait-il? Nous sommes tous deux permis de vous aimer, non? Vous méritez tout ce qui vous est donné," Francis continued, reaching up to hold Matthew's chin in place so that their gaze doesn't break.
"Droit! Voulez-vous que nous aimons tous les deux vous?" A familiar voice chirped. it caught Francis off guard, and he turned his head quickly to see a certain Kuma, on his knees, sitting by the two Frenchmen.
It made Kuma happy to be able to speak in one of their native tongues. What better way to show his little Matty his love? And, not only that, it made Francis rather proud to hear that come from him.
"...Qui, Matthew. Voulez-vous que nous aimons tous les deux vous?" Francis added, both now looking to the curly-cowlicked male.
((Oh, it's completely fine! ^^ You're posts are anything but bad<3 You always put so much, and of good quality too~!
And, I have a question for our future SuFin roleplay. I kind of want to use the scenario of Finland going off and delivering presents as Santa to start off. Well, not exactly starting that way, I wanna put a few posts before that part. But, would that be okay? I know that scenario is really over-used, and cliche for that couple. But, I think it really captures the love Berwald has for Tino, when done right :3 Could we use it? Please? QUQ))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 30, 2010 13:36:19 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} He would wait. Matthew would wait as long as he needed to, to get an answer from him. Maybe it was too soon to say anything, or maybe Francis felt horrible for admitting now, that he loved him, and always had. Right after Kumajirou had been so depressed about his dream, and then so happy when his feelings were returned.
Speaking of the male, he wondered if he must have hated Francis now. Thinking that he was doing this to steal his attention away from him. It was true that the Frenchman really enjoyed attention on himself, but he knew he wouldn't do this just because he was jealous for something like that. Even right now, as he held his breath and waited for him to say something, he could see from the look in his eyes that he was very conflicted. He had always loved Francis.
First, for his kindness, but then more. It was under different circumstances that he fell in love with the both of them, but it was love. There was a bond between them that could never be severed. They were a part of each other, and would always remain. It didn't matter if the Canadian was on his own now. Independent, living by himself, and making his way through life like an adult. He still needed the man just as much as he did when he was a baby.
To depend on him, for the things he couldn't still yet do on his own. But most importantly, for the emotional support. And for the fact that he knew someone cared for him, which he thought would never exist, until only recently with Kumajirou. He wanted the three of them to be happy, but, he wondered if it could really be so simple as loving two people at once. Wasn't it cheating? Being unfaithful. He never wanted to do that to anyone, and never would.
Matthew just prayed that he wouldn't be given the decision to choose between them. He just couldn't. They were both precious to him, and taking either one away would rip out half of his heart. Then, finally, he got the response he had been waiting so long for. Just a simple explanation that made such a difference for him. He finally had his answer. Francis had loved him for that long, since he grew up and could take care of himself.
That was a lot of time to love someone. He just wished that it hadn't taken them this long to figure it out. But, at the same time, the boy was also happy about it, too. If they had loved each other and showed it earlier, then Kumajirou most likely would have felt discouraged from ever admitting his feelings. But, somehow, he got everyone to confess, himself twice. It felt so good to have nothing hidden from the both of them now.
Matthew eagerly leaned in to embrace he was pulled into. It felt nice to be held by someone, whether it was Kumajirou or Francis; he loved it just the same. He opened his mouth to reply to what he had said, but heard another voice instead. The voice sounded familiar, but the French threw him off guard for a moment, until the blonde could turn his head and see that it had come from Kumajirou.
He looked very surprised. He didn't know that the male could speak French, although he should have guessed that he could. He did live and hang around with two French speakers all the time, so it was only understandable that he pick up the language for himself. Knowing this now made him even happier. He looked between the both of them, wondering if what they were saying, that the three of them could love each other equally without any problems, could really be possible.
He hoped it was. He wanted it to be. He needed both of them in his life now. He couldn't do without anything less. So, he was willing to believe. The blonde felt his eyes water up again, though he tried desperately to hold them back. He had cried so many times already today, and felt embarrassed for doing so. He knew the both of them were waiting for an answer from him, and he wasn't going to keep them in suspense any longer.
"...I'm sorry for being so selfish. I really am." He started to say, pausing and then continuing on again, but his voice soon broke down again. "B-but... Je t'aime tous les deux tellement. Je dois rester avec vous tous les deux. Si vous me voulez même, ou si c'est même possible, je veux juste que les trois de nous soient heureux ensemble. Svp, laissez-moi être avec vous tous les deux... C'est la seule chose que je demande de vous..."
[Yay! Thank you! That makes me feel better! And! That sounds cute to me! Santa Finland~! I can't wait to see what would happen with that! n//n; -has totally naughty thoughts about what Berwald's present would be-]
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Post by Italy on Jul 31, 2010 14:25:00 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} Francis understood immediately what the Canadian had said to them, and felt like the luckiest man in the world. Kumajirou, however, took a moment to take it all in and understand the foreign language. He was used to it, but didn't speak it often, so it was a little hard to get at first. But, the minute it all made sense, he felt just as happy as the Frenchman. If not, more. They both couldn't believe how understanding Matthew was, and how he wanted to love them both just as much as they wanted to love him.
"Matty~!" Kuma squealed happily, snaking his arms around the blonde's waist and laying his head on the soft t-shirt covered chest. The soft thumping of his racing heart inside his body was so enjoyable to hear. Even though he remained strong on the outside, his master still was the tender, shy boy on the inside, which he didn't complain. He loved Matthew, no matter what.
Francis saw the white-haired male hug his little Canadian, and couldn't help but want to hug him as well. He took the free side that Kuma wasn't clinging to, and squeezed it tight. So, Matthew had a pale blue-eyed Kumajirou on his left, and a Frenchman squeezing his right half, all at once.
'He's so warm...' Kuma thought with a smile, nuzzling Matthew. Francis thought the same thing, and couldn't help but hold tighter.
"Of course we both can love you, Matthew. There is plenty of you to go around~!" He leaned in close to the blonde's ear. "Vous méritez tout l'amour dans le monde. Espérons que nous pouvons vous le donner." It made him smile even wider to think that Matthew was even allowing the both of them to love him at once! He was so happy, words were understatements.
"It's not being selfish, Matty~" Kumajirou chirped while wiggling his butt, that stuck so high in the air. "We'll be so good to you, we promise!" He meant that. With Francis and himself by his side all the time, that would ensure Matthew's happiness, and protection. He did love them as much as they loved him, right? He felt himself begin to purr somewhat in joy.
This really would be perfect from now on.
((Damn writer's block... sorry, it hit me in the head again, and now I can't really think straight >.> I'm sorry for the crappy replyyyy!! QAQ I promise to do a better one next post<3 And, about the Christmas idea, I already have a few ideas ready for little Tino~ *evil giggle*))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 31, 2010 16:33:56 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} This was the best thing to ever happen to him in his life. Matthew was positive of it now. He couldn't think of anything more he wanted than to have the two of them embracing him at the same time, like they were right now. Kumajirou at his side, Francis at his other. He was completely surrounded by the feelings of warmth, love, and happiness. So much, that he could almost drown in it. And he would only be so lucky to have that happen.
He couldn't budge an inch from the position he currently was in, from the way he was being so tightly held between the both of them. But he didn't mind at all. It gave him sense that he couldn't get away from them. Not that he would ever try. Or that no one could forcibly pull him from their grasps. It was such a comforting feeling. The only regret he had was that he couldn't really hold them back in return. The most he could do was place his hands on the both of their chests, as much as he could reach, and feel the beating of their hearts against his palms.
It was so comforting. Matthew closed his eyes, listening to everything around him. The house was quiet except for a few random sounds, and when he heard Kumajirou's voice speak his name. He sounded so happy; it made the blonde smile. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have not only one person, but two people, to love him. They all loved each other, equally, without any worries. Or at least, so he hoped.
But he knew that even if there were some disagreements, it didn't mean anything. Everyone had them. As long as they could work through them together, then everything would be alright. "Everything... will be fine..." Matthew opened his eyes again, turning his attention to Francis first. For some reason, listening to what he said sent a shiver down his spine, making him shake. He didn't really know why, but maybe it was just because he had never imagined hearing that.
At least, not to him. But the Frenchman had looked at him so tenderly when he did, and spoke from the heart. He had seen him speak that way to beautiful women, and, well, just about everyone else that way before, but this was the first time it wad directed at him, like he had always wanted it to be. But he knew this wasn't playful flirting. It was real love. To know that someone like him loved him made the blonde feel so wonderful. He had always wanted this love, and now he finally could get it.
And that's when Matthew's usual shyness started to take over again. "Merci... beaucoup. J-Je sais que nous p-pouvons tout être très heureux ensemble..." He then turned his attention to Kumajirou, feeling the blush that was starting on his cheeks to darken even further by the way he was acting. He really did look so happy. The happiest he had ever seen him before. And it was because of him. "As l-long as... the both of you are happy, then I-I... I don't really care about myself. You two are the only ones I love. Only you and Francis matter now."
Now it was the Canadian's turn to pull the both of them in closer. He held the both of them as tightly to his body as he could before it started hurting. "Je t'aime, I love you... I love you both so much..."
[It's okay! Don't worry about it! I can't wait to see what you have planned! You have the best ideas! >////<;]
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Post by Italy on Jul 31, 2010 19:58:37 GMT -5
{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5} To hear him speak his native language with that shy voice of his made Francis just shiver in delight. He would have thought nothing more of it before, just him speaking to the Frenchman in the language he raised him, partially, in. But now, that the bond between them grew more intimately, it felt more to him like a blessing. Blessed that he was their, and not anyone elses.
Just him and Kumajirou to love and care for Matthew. It was the most breath-taking, heart swelling thought. What could be better? And, the fact that the Canadian accepts them both as his lovers just makes this all the sweeter. It just goes to show that Francis did raise him right, for the time he had him, and was able to teach Matthew the Lesson of Love. No matter who it is, no matter what, love them. Take them, hold them tight, and never let go. Ever.
"Matthew," Francis replied sweetly, gently taking his free hand and reaching to touch the smaller boy's cheek. The contact made him shiver delightfully. This truly was blissful. "Je vous aime tellement. Et, ce n'est pas seulement sur nous plus .... Il s'agit de trois d'entre nous, ok?" It was silly of the smaller blonde to think that it was just about them now. No, he mattered as well, and that's why he and Kuma were there. To love him, just as he would love them. A strong, 3-way bond. Nothing less, but will develop into something much more, Francis was sure of that.
~~ As Kumajirou listened to his master's talk and reassure one-another, he couldn't help but pull Matthew closer to him. It felt so good to have their bodies close like this all the time. And, with that thought, he wondered how much closer they could get.... After all, humans did get close like that. And, depending on the person, they got close like that all the time. It was that thought that sparked a chain of one thought after another:
~Did Matthew do things like that?
~Would we ever do it?
~Would we ever do it... with Francis too? It only seemed right that they did, since they were a trianlge of lovers now.
And, not only that, but thoughts of the dream reeled through his head like a silent movie once again, but it wasn't quite all silent. The only thing that could be heard was the moans and pleas from his tiny master, and they replayed perfectly in his head. And, unfortunately for the poor white-haired male, the image playing was more realistic then the first time he went through it. He whimpered slightly under his breath, and slowly let go of Matthew's side.
This was noticed by both Frenchmen, and Francis looked up to the bear-boy as he rose to his feet. He could see a slight weary look in his eyes, and he assumed it was his previous problem still lingering. Clinging to the one you had a wet dream about just an hour ago doesn't help the problem if it was still around. And, judging by the way Kuma was fidgeting uncomfortably with his legs, the problem was still very much alive.
He was going to say something, but then he was soon interuppted by Kumajirou stumbling back up the steps to the bathroom, where he was going to finish what needed to be done.
~~ Throwing open the bathroom door, he sat himself on the toilet, not bothering to try the shower again. It helped the first time, but it wasn't going to be enough the second time around. Not when the pictures in your head are far too this vivid. He pulled the towel open, and shut his eyes tight. He really didn't want to watch himself do it, not when it had been lingering for this long. He needed it gone, though.
So, with eyes firmly closed, he used his hands to slowly place a grip on his already weeping member. He touched it, and flinched, the skin feeling really sensitive. This was going to be bad. But, like he said to himself, it needs to be done, and done quickly. So, gently massaging with both hands, he tried his hardest not to cry out in reaction. So this is what it feels like, he thought, continuing his slow movements. It was intoxicating, and the feeling was absolutely addicting. Never before has he felt something that shook his entire frame, with a power so deep inside it felt like it was going to burst if not controlled.
He tried to go faster, but cried out when he did. He really didn't want Matthew or Francis coming up here and seeing him doing this dirty deed, but it was just too unbearable at this point.
~~ "If you want to wait here Matthew, go right on ahead. Dinner is done anyway, so you can go eat," Francis explained, rising to his feet as well. "But, I'm going to go check on Kumajirou. He still seemed a little.... troubled." Enphisizing the last word, he hoped that it said enough to explain to Matthew what it was that was still troubling little Kuma. Walking up the steps, he instantly heard a moan. One so loud, in fact, he wouldn't have doubted Matthew hearing it downstairs. Well, the little Canadian isn't going to just sit around after hearing that, Francis said to himself. So, he continued to climb up the steps. Arriving at Matthew's room, he opened the door, and was greeted by a sight of a white-haired boy fidgeting and squirming on the toilet, his hands where he wasn't surprised to see them.
"Kumajirou," France whispered, not getting a reply. So, he stepped closer and said it louder, "Kuma, Matthew is going to hear you if you keep being that loud." He didn't direct it in a rude way, but directed it in more of a way that reminded the bear-boy that he didn't want Matthew to hear all of this going on.
Kumajirou heard France, and immediately made himself decent, whimpering helplessly under his breath.
Would he ever be rid of this pain....?!
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Peter Kirkland
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Aug 1, 2010 19:39:34 GMT -5
{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9} It was different and a little confusing to feel like this, right now. To feel so happy, loved, shy, scared, worried, and a million other emotions all at once. It was just a good thing that he was strong mentally, or he might have collapsed from the strain already. Matthew was both excited and worried about what would come after this.
But no matter what would happen, good or bad, he was sure they could get through it together. They all loved each other, and he knew that nothing would ever change. His feelings for Kumajirou and Francis would never change. And he hoped it would be the same for them. Deep down, he was slightly worried that they would grow tired of how boring he was, and possibly fall out of love with him. But he knew it was just silly worrying on his part.
There was no way that could happen. He would never stop loving them, and neither would they. He knew that. But just being the person he was, he always had the smallest amount of doubt inside him that it could possibly happen. So the only thing he could do was wish for it to last this way for as long as it could. The blonde opened his eyes again as he felt a hand press to his cheek.
He could tell immediately that it was Francis who was touching him. Both he and Kumajirou had soft, warm skin, but he could tell the difference. He was probably the only person he could. At least, he just liked to think that he was. He turned his attention to meet deep, blue colored irises and smiled softly. He had been told so many times already, that caring about himself wasn't selfish.
It was only human nature that someone care about themselves, their own happiness, sometimes. Sometimes even more than others. He wanted to be happy, of course, but he wanted the two males he loved to be even more happy than that. "Oui." The boy replied simply, giving a slight nod of his head as his smile grew just a bit more. He made a promise of it.
Now, everything that he would think about from now on, would be for not only himself, but for the both of them, too. "I'll remember that." But the feeling of warmth didn't last for long, as he soon felt the warmth at his side leave. Matthew turned his head, seeing Kumajirou was standing up now, but didn't look as happy as he had just seconds before. He looked into his eyes, then seemed to realize what the problem was.
Oh, that problem. From before. He should have known that it wouldn't have gone away so easily like that. And now, the Canadian felt that it was his fault. If he hadn't stopped his shower, then the problem would have been dealt and over now. But since he had, he was just putting his lover in more, unneeded pain. And for that, he felt horrible. Matthew wasn't sure of what to say before he ran off again. He heard heavy footsteps head upstairs, where he thought he was just going to finish his shower from before.
He must have still been embarrassed about it, but the blonde no longer felt that way. They were lovers now, after all. There was nothing they were going to keep hidden from each other from now on. Matthew frowned, but said nothing. He looked to Francis, nodding as he understood. He stood up and watched him leave to go make sure Kumajirou would be okay.
He wondered if he should go too, or be the one to go instead, but thought that it would only make it worse since he was the source of the problem to begin with. He didn't know what he could do to help with something like that, anyway. Instead, he made his way into the kitchen where the food still waited for him. It still smelt so yummy, though by now it was likely near cold. He didn't mind in the least.
Francis's cooking was good, no matter what the temperature. And he was very hungry. Matthew sat down in his chair, pulling the plate of food closer. He reached for his fork to dig into his first bite, but was stopped just before he could. He heard a moan come from upstairs; it was so loud that it could be heard from the lower part of the house and in the kitchen, where he was. He knew it was Kumajirou, there was no mistaking it.
But he wondered why, for what reason, he was making such a noise in the first place. Was his problem causing him that much pain? He never had any personal experience from something like this before, so he honestly couldn't say what it was like. But he hated the thought that Kumajirou was going through it alone. He probably wont be able to do much to help him, but he could be there for him.
Matthew picked himself up from his seat and headed on is way upstairs. He arrived just a few moments after Francis did, so he did not see what Kumajirou had been doing. But from the way he looked, he knew. "Kuma..." He whispered softly, making his way into the bathroom where he was at. He crouched down next to him on the floor, looking at the towel and imagining what was underneath it. His heart raced and he gulped a bit nervously.
"Does it hurt you that much, Kuma?" He asked, looking up into his eyes. He knew the answer. Now that they were lovers, he wanted to help him with something like this. Before, when they were just companions, he wouldn't have done anything. But so much had changed in just a short amount of time. The boy wasn't confident about his decision in the least. But what he was confident about was that he wanted to help Kumajirou.
To help make his pain go away. Taking in a deep breath, he let it out and gently placed both of his hands on the male's thigh. Just comfortingly; not meant to tease him or make the pain between his legs any worse. "D-do you... Do you w-want me to t-t-take care of it f-for you...?" Matthew couldn't help but feel embarrassed as he asked the question, but remained as steady as he could.
"I-I-I'll do it... if you want m-me to... I k-know it must be p-painful... I want to help. J-just tell me... Please, let me help you, Kuma..."
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