Alfred was a 17 year old teen in high school. His life was… more complicated than most.

He had an older brother named Matthew, who was 22 years old. The two of them were really close or at least they use to be. When Alfred was 10 and Matthew was 15, their parents got divorced. Alfred stayed with their father and Matthew with their mother. Their mother ended up marrying a very wealthy man while their father ended up working at a business to provide for the two of them. Matthew changed when he got a taste of the rich and famous life. He met new friends, and began to get sick and tired of Alfred's happy go lucky attitude. Alfred tried so hard to become cool with his brother again as well as his friends but things became so… complicated.

At first it was all nice, he even started dating one of Matthew's friends, this guy named Arthur who was 23 now. Of course as you can guess he easily became tired of Alfred's childishness. And he supposed it all went downhill from there.

Alfred had no real friends of his own. He was simply too annoying and loud for other's to handle.

He just couldn't catch a break…

That's when Alfred simply… stopped caring.

He had an amazing education, and pretty good scholarships, who needed friends? Who needed relationships? Who needed people who actually liked you for who you were!? Apparently not Matthew and Alfred didn't either!

So Alfred was able to get a fake ID saying that he was 18 years old. No one really stressed him about it since he looked the part. And either way he was only a few months away from the age of eighteen anyway. If anyone caught him he was sure they would let him slide.

If they weren't having a bad day of course.

Alfred began to go dancing at clubs, meeting up and making out with random strangers. Men, women, it didn't matter. Not to Alfred, not anymore.

One night after a hard day of school, work and coping with his brother flat out ignoring him, he decided to let off some steam. He was dancing and shedding some sweat on the dance floor. He didn't care who he danced with or where they touched him.

That's when it happened. A silver haired man with red eyes came over to him. He looked as if he was an albino with that pale skin of his.

"Hey there, what's your name?" The silver haired man said smoothly, a smirk plastered on his face. "Alfred." He said smiling up at him. "Alfred huh? I'm Gilbert, want to dance?" And they did. They danced smoothly across the dance floor Alfred moving his hips back and forth to the flow of the music. Gilbert must have enjoyed it, for he couldn't take his eyes off of him. He felt the man, Gilbert, grab his waist and bring them closer together. He began to gently grind against him to the beat of the music in which Alfred gasped. Whoa, that was new, he was certainly forward.

With this Alfred got a bit off rhythm. Gilbert moved his head close to his ear. "Too much?" He asked the blond haired, blue eyed man before him. Alfred, taking it as a challenge, shook his head. "No, not at all." And Alfred quickly began to dance again while pressed against the other man. He couldn't lie, it felt nice being like this. Not to mention the friction was unlike what he had felt before. Alfred had had sex a few times, all with women. He also had sex with Arthur a couple of times, topping of course. However he had never felt like this before. His body felt weird, almost as if he didn't want it, however as the other pulled him closer and whispered so many… things to him he quickly decided what the hell? He already made out with random strangers, he might as well have sex with them too. It would help ease his stress a bit.

So when the other asked if he wanted to go home with him, Alfred quickly agreed. Gilbert had driven him to his house and to his room, where they had vigorous intercourse. It was honestly unlike anything Alfred had every felt before. He had never been touched, caressed and kissed in such a way. Of course, he had never bottomed before either. It was a wonderful feeling and he liked it, he wouldn't mind doing it more often.

The next morning when Alfred woke up, his ass hurt like hell. He had noticed that there was someone next to him and had realized exactly what he did. He groaned and rubbed his face though no matter how mad he was at himself and didn't regret it really. He didn't know why…

He noticed the other began to wake up and figured that he better get ready to leave. After all reality was, Alfred was nothing but a one night stand. He would probably be kicked out anyway.

Alfred yawned and got up as he struggled to find his clothes. They must have had a really wild night last night because his clothes were everywhere. His underwear was hanging on the top of the window blinds, which Alfred had to step on a chair to get, and his socks weren't even relatively close to each other, basically on opposite sides of the room. Damn.

When he had everything on except for his shirt, he noticed that Gilbert was staring at him intensely. This made Alfred nervous as he grabbed his t-shirt. "What?" He asked the other.

"What are you doing?" Gilbert asked raising an eyebrow, the American only just noticing his strong German accent. Alfred found that to be a stupid question. Or perhaps… maybe he was the stupid one? "Umm… getting dressed. You want me out of your hair right? That's how one night stands work…right?" Alfred didn't want to sound like an inexperienced baby but now he was nervous about doing this wrong.

Gilbert looked him up and down and nodded a bit before getting up. This made Alfred try desperately to stare at his face and not allow his eyes to go any lower for Gilbert was still butt naked. Gilbert wrapped his arms around Alfred and gave him a kiss on the lips. He had a bit of morning breath but Alfred didn't mind, he probably had some too. It was a kind of kiss that lovers would give each other in the morning, even though they knew neither of them were exactly fresh. That's why it only confused Alfred more because, this wasn't what he had expected.

Gilbert pulled away from him and grinned. "Hope I'll see you around, Alfred." He said slapping the other's ass before allowing the other to see himself out the room. He watched as the albino opened a door and went into what Alfred figured was the bathroom. Alfred stood there for a moment and blinked before putting on his shirt and shoes and heading out of the room. He was surprised he hadn't noticed it before but Gilbert lived in a rather big house. Whatever, he wasn't like he would be coming here again.

Alfred quickly left and headed home, he was positive that his father would be worried sick about him. He had never stayed a whole night at someone else's house before and not told him. Oh he was going to freak!

Hm… Alfred couldn't help but feel like he was missing something…