A/N 1: There is detailed yaoi, so if this disgusts you, you have been warned.
Pairings are USxUK and AsaFem!Kiku in this.
Dude, I have to show you these new stop watches the school finally decided to get!" Alfred said enthusiastically, waving his arms in the air all the while. Arthur smiled faintly and decided to humor the other. The rather austere history teacher was feeling quite kind that day so he followed Alfred into Room 107 –the Physics room that belonged to the intemperate teacher. Mr. Jones was prattling on about how awesome it was that he could finally demonstrate to his students that reaction times vary depending on the user –or something like that. Arthur was far too entranced by the way Alfred's slacks hugged that supple –wait… WHAT? Mr. Kirkland was definitely not going down that road again. He became lost in thoughts of that cheesy monkey, Francis Bonnefoy and how it nearly ruined his marriage with Sakura years before. That was the one and only time he had explored the ranges of his sexuality.
"Yo, Artie. You're doing it again…" Mr. Jones waved his hand in front of Arthur's face, effectively snapping the Brit out of his self-loathing trance.
"Don't call me that," Mr. Kirkland mumbled, crossing his arms and looking the other way, scathing mood now evident. He found himself in front of Alfred's supply closet; the lucky bastard was in the science education group so he needed one. The other teachers could definitely make use of a supply closet as well, but we didn't have those ridiculous chemicals that had to be kept out of the students' view.
Alfred could see the smoke coming out of the Briton's ears and his consternation grew when Mr. Kirkland started mumbling. "Stupid… Board... Chemicals…Closets…" Alfred's concern pushed him to do something drastic –Arthur didn't like being touched –and planted his hands on Mr. Kirkland's shoulders. He looked the shorter history teacher in the eye seriously.
From Arthur's point, it looked like Alfred was leaning down to kiss him and the color in his face drained, leaving him with a cadaverous look. Alfred's mouth moved but Arthur was too captivated by the perfectly sculpted lips. His cheeks soon burned in embarrassment when he realized Alfred was waiting for an answer. "I don't… What… did you say?"
Alfred sighed; Mr. Kirkland was definitely going through something. He could hardly hold a conversation with him without falling back into his thoughts. "I asked if you were okay. You definitely seem off today."
"I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much," Arthur huffed out. He looked to his shoulder to see Alfred's hands planted firmly, but didn't say anything. He would never admit it out loud, but he felt a lot of comfort when those slightly rough hands were on him.
"I'll take your word for it," Mr. Jones said but didn't look too convinced. He removed his hands from Arthur's slightly trembling shoulders and opened the supply closet door, gesturing to the Brit to go in. "The stop watches were delivered here during lunch but I had too much work to finish up. I'm glad though; you get to open the package with me!" The American smiled toothily and followed the blushing history teacher in, searching for the light on the way in.
"Could you hurry with that light please? I can hardly see a thing –oh!" Arthur tripped over something large and he went tumbling down, knocking his knees painfully against the floor. Alfred, light forgotten, rushed forward to help the other man.
"Oh man. You okay, Arthur?" Mr. Jones asked, worry dripping from his voice. Arthur nodded to Alfred. Now that his eyes were finally adjusted to the dark, he saw that the American was crouched very closely, trying to get a good look at his knee.
"I'll be fine, you big oaf. I don't know about your stop watches though…" Arthur's voice got quieter towards the end as he took in the damage he caused. The stop watches were strewn all about the crowded closet. He supposed the least he could do was help pick them up so Arthur crawled on the floor, looking under shelves for the buggers.
Alfred nodded at Arthur, also setting to work to pick up the now slightly beat up equipment. After picking up all on his side of the tiny closet, he glanced to where Arthur was. His ass in the air, Arthur's face was slightly pink as he stretched his arm to reach behind a box to get the last stop watch. Arthur's pants were extremely tight, as Alfred could see the outline to everything. Mr. Jones's face turned bright red as his own pants started to feel slightly tighter. He huffed and tried to ignore his spontaneous –or so he told himself – hard-on while crawling over to the Briton. Alfred had way longer arms anyways and leaned over the history teacher to reach the fallen equipment.
Arthur could almost reach it; he stretched farther than he had ever before but still couldn't reach the damn thing. He was about to give up when he felt Alfred's presence behind him, trying to reach the stop watch himself. He loved the feeling of someone larger behind him. Arthur started to sweat, he had never been this turned on in his life and started to wiggle his ass as his trousers were getting painfully tight; he needed release, and soon. Things got even stuffier when Alfred's groin pressed on him –and was he also hard or was his humongous ego a replica of something else?
Alfred's fingertips were centimeters away so he leaned forward and was surprised to find his hardness in between the ass cheeks of a Britain angel. This angel was squirming, effectively grinding into the other man. Alfred groaned in pure, wanton pleasure; he forgot all about the stupid gadget he was reaching for. He grinded back, earning himself a gasp from the body below him.
Something in Arthur snapped when the body of so much shameful desire responded. He pushed back harder and whipped around, pinning the American below him. Arthur latched onto his neck, sucking and biting, while his dexterous fingers swiftly unbuttoned Alfred's shirt. Alfred, on the other hand, was too shocked to even move. Had Arthur done this before, with another man? It seemed so. Cold air hit his chest, followed by a swift, hot tongue exploring the exposed skin, which ripped him from his thoughts. Alfred grinded into Arthur from below and wound his hands in the Brit's already messy hair. He didn't like to not be in control, so he flipped Arthur back, reversing their position. Alfred's lips forcefully pushed onto Arthur's parted, willing lips. Their tongues engaged in an epic battle for control while hands explored the other's body and clothes were discarded. Alfred's hands ran over smooth skin and after dipping his tongue playfully into Arthur's belly button, he ran his hands down to the blond, coarse hair below.
Arthur mewled in anticipation when Alfred finally took his length into his hand and started to experimentally pump the other. He could tell Alfred was new in this department of sexual encounter and bucked his hips up, encouraging him to continue with moans and panting. After a few moments of this, Arthur took Alfred's free hand and wrapped his tongue around three of his digits, enveloping them in a thick coat of saliva.
Alfred looked down in confusion when Arthur started sucking off his fingers, but the man sure knew what he was doing. "J-just put them in. One… At a time, please," the Briton moaned out when he was finished. Understanding dawned on the American; he teased the smaller man's entrance before slowly pushing in one digit. The whimper below alarmed Alfred, so he stopped the small thrusts to worriedly ask if the other was okay. "Fucking move, you damn wanker!" howled Arthur as he pushed himself down on the intruding finger, trying to desperately find release.
Alfred quickly started the scissoring again and soon added a second finger. Arthur felt Alfred's erection pressing on his leg and knew he must be in pain, so he pumped the larger man. Alfred let out a small gasp when he was finally touched and thrust his fingers harder. Arthur's whimpers of pain soon turned to pleasure when Alfred unknowingly hit his prostate. "Th- there! Keeping hitting there!" Arthur groaned. Alfred nodded and added a third finger, determined to make the other cum before moving on to hit that spot again and again.
Moments later, Arthur let out a loud moan, shooting his seed into Alfred's hand. Alfred grinned and made sure Arthur was watching before licking the stickiness from his mitt. The physics teacher started to pump the other until he was again fully hard before lifting Arthur's leg over his shoulder, and positioning his member at the entrance to heaven. Arthur nodded encouragement; Alfred pushed in slowly until he was fully sheathed in the heat of the beautiful angel before him. He waited until Arthur was ready, kissing away the small pools of tears of pain-pleasure on the corners of his eyes. Arthur grabbed the American's free hand and squeezed, letting him know he was ready. Alfred pulled out slowly, testing the new waters. When the smaller hand gripped harder, he drove forward a little harder. Soon, he was thrusting at a steady pace, Arthur's panting and moans driving him crazy. Alfred pulled out, desperate to make Arthur moan more and cry his name. He flipped the Brit over a worn box and plunged back in, attacking the history teacher's beautiful heat from behind. The new position proved difficult to hit Arthur's prostate, but Alfred managed well enough when angled correctly.
Alfred was very close, and from Arthur's mewling, he was too, so Alfred reached around and feverishly pumped the other man when his thrusting became erratic. Arthur groaned Alfred's name loudly and exploded his load against the box he was slung over. When the tight muscles around Alfred's member constricted even tighter, it became too much for him and he finally released his seed, filling Arthur to the brim with it. They stayed in that position for a few moments, panting, trying to catch their breath before Alfred slowly pulled out.
Arthur stayed still, basking in the high of sex and also because he knew if he moved, he would surely feel the pain. There was hot cum dripping down his legs and he mentally slapped himself. He did it again –with another man. Sakura… oh shit, Sakura! Guilt ripped him apart from inside. He wouldn't break down now, though. He painfully stood up and gathered his clothing before pulling everything back on, wincing slightly. Alfred, who had pulled his pants back on, sat on the floor, watching the Briton move about in an agonizing looking manner. His expression made Alfred feel like he did something wrong, which was definitely true. Alfred knew that Arthur was married to Sakura, the beautiful Japanese woman who he had been with for years. Why did he have to go and screw this all up?
Alfred dropped his head to his hands silently hating himself, not taking any notice to Arthur, who was leaving the closet expressionless.
A/N 2: So, what did you think? I have many people telling me to continue this, so I'm going to plan out the story. Don't be mad if it takes a while, please! Love you guys, forever. 3