Chapter 1 - In Which Arthur is Horny

"No," Arthur said with a scowl.

"But Artie..." Alfred pleaded.

Arthur's eye twitched at the nickname, "My final answer is no. I refuse to go through such an embarrassing experience again."

"Aw going through that haunted house with me wasn't that embarrassing..." Alfred trailed off when he received the full force of Arthur's glare.

Last Halloween had been a catastrophe in Arthur's opinion. He had somehow allowed Alfred to convince him that going through a haunted house with a person who was terrified of ghosts was a good idea. Because of the mortifying experience, Arthur had made a New Year's resolution later that year to not participate in anymore of Alfred's daft ideas.

Now it was a year after last Halloween (dubbed "That Fateful Night" by Arthur) and he was once more faced with the wearisome task of educating his stubborn boyfriend on the meaning of the word "no."

"No means no Alfred. I will not have my eardrums blasted by your girly screams again just so you can prove that "heroes aren't afraid of anything", as I recall was your reason for going last time. Evidently you are terrified of haunted houses so I see no point in confirming what has already been confirmed," Arthur snapped.

Alfred's face fell. "I just wanted to be your hero though. I wanted to save you from the monsters!"

"Alfred..." Arthur groaned and massaged his temples.

Arthur has a bad feeling that his resolution wasn't going to hold up. His boyfriend was nothing if not persistent. When Alfred wanted something, he would use any means necessary to get that thing. Sadly Arthur had been on the receiving end of those means too many times to count.

Alfred's eyes welled up with tears, and his lower lip began to tremble. It should have made him looked ridiculous but instead it made him look like a kicked puppy. Something in Arthur's heart twisted. He hated when Alfred gave him this look because it was his weakness. To this day, he had never been able to successfully resist it...there was something about Alfred's eyes that made Arthur feel like a terrible person for denying him anything. Maybe he should...

Suddenly the phone rang, it's shrill sound breaking the spell. Arthur ran for it, grateful for the excuse to escape. What was he thinking? He could't let Alfred win just like that. He had a reputation to protect (not that there was much of a reputation left after Alfred had exploited him using this technique many times before).

"Hello?" Arthur picked up the phone.

"Arthur, mi amigo! It's Antonio!"

"Antonio! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Behind him, Arthur vaguely heard Alfred yelling obscenities at Antonio for ruining his plans.

Antonio launched into a long winded speech about a grumpy Italian barista that he had met at Starbucks that morning (It's true love I tell you, Arthur!). Arthur soon forgot all about the conversation though because Alfred had decided that it was a perfect time to give Arthur some special attention.

Arthur felt arms encircle his waist from behind him and he tensed. Arthur melted against the warm body behind him when his ear was gently bit down on. Alfred kissed a trail of feather light kisses down the side of Arthur's throat. With each kiss Alfred placed on Arthur's neck, Arthur forgot about the person on the other side of the phone more and more. Alfred's hands travelled over places on Arthur's body that made his breath hitch and a strange feeling form in his stomach. He stifled a moan which would have exposed how badly he wanted to take Alfred then and there on the couch, not giving a fuck that Antonio would be able to hear everything in explicit detail. Lucky for Antonio though, Arthur was British so he had long perfected the art of sexual repression.

Still, it took all of Arthur's willpower to push Alfred away from him instead of onto the couch. With the distracting mouth and hands gone, Arthur collected himself and tried to focus on what Antonio was saying.

"...and he yelled at me in the cutest way! He face turned red like a little tomato! I've decided that he's my little tomato Arthur!" Surprisingly Antonio was still on the subject of the grumpy Italian. He usually switched subjects as fast as Alfred could consume burgers. In other words, every four or five seconds.

Suddenly Arthur felt puffs of air ghost along the back of his neck. Just like that, all the concentration Arthur had managed to scrape together disappeared. All his attention was on the presence that was once again behind him. The arms wrapped around him again but they held on tighter this time. One hand began to creep lower and lower...

"Terribly sorry Antonio but this conversation is going to have to wait. Something has come up." Arthur hastily made an excuse from the conversation that currently held only a small amount of his attention.

"Ah çi, çi. That is alright. Maybe we'll meet up some other time?" Antonio replied, completely oblivious to Arthur's haste to end the conversation.

"Yes, yes that would be lovely. I'll see you soon," Arthur hung up the phone before the talkative Spaniard could drag out the conversation any longer.

"Alfred. You're a very naughty man you know that," Arthur tsked.

"That's why you love me," Alfred replied cheekily, his hand still inching downwards.

"I was having a bloody conversation you git!" Arthur pushed Alfred's hand away, hindering it's progress southward.

"I didn't like how all your attention was on Antonio! Also you were having a conversation with me first," Arthur could almost hear Alfred pouting.

"That's still no reason to molest me while I was on the phone," Arthur chastised lightly. Inside though, he felt something warm pool in his stomach at the possessive streak Alfred was showing.

"Well it's not like you didn't like it though..." Alfred trailed off suggestively.

Arthur's resistance wavered...but wait why did he need to resist? He was no longer on the phone. It was just the two of them...

"How about this. You've gotten me quite worked up...Alfie," Arthur felt Alfred shiver at the nickname, "So to make up for it, how about you take care of me like a good boy."

Arthur could feel Alfred's breathe quicken on his neck. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine they were already in bed...

"Sorry but no can do sweetheart."

Arthur's eyes opened in surprise and he whirled around to face Alfred.

"Sorry what?" He felt slightly alarmed at the fact that Alfred had turned him down.

"You heard me Artie. I'm calling a sex ban until you take me to the haunted house," Alfred stubbornly said though his eyes betrayed that he wanted anything but a sex ban at the moment.

"Are you bloody kidding me?" Arthur groaned. When he had the chance to, he was going to form a protest against haunted houses. Not only had they shredded his dignity to pieces on "That Fateful Nigh", but they were also the reason he was being denied a good lay.

"C'mon Artie, it'll be fun! Also, it's now in your best interest to take me!" Alfred winked and smiled winningly.

"It will never be in my best interest to go to a haunted house with you," Arthur muttered darkly, still sore from being rejected for a haunted house.

Despite Arthur's grumbles, he knew that he was fighting a losing battle. Sure he could repress his sexual desires for the duration of one phone call but indefinitely? That was asking for the impossible especially when he was already horny as fuck.

Arthur looked up to see Alfred looking at him expectantly.

Arthur sighed and looked away, regretting the words as they came out of his mouth, "Fine you twat. I'll take you to the bloody house," he blushed as he said the next sentence, "You better lift the fucking sex ban afterwards though."

Alfred let out a whoop of triumph. Arthur was busy cursing his horny body and wondering what the fuck he had gotten himself into.

To be continued...

Author's Note: Hello everyone, this is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoyed it! Reviews would be very helpful!

Thanks, CrackersandTea