Heat pooled almost in an uncomfortable manner as it began to consume those within it, and Alfred couldn't turn away.
Hands fist deep in the other man's hair; they were enemies.
Alfred felt his body slacken to almost obey his enemy's touch and felt the smooth hands brush along his chest just beneath his shirt and suddenly his mind was blank and lost though he couldn't resist his gasping breaths and the way that he held on as if about to lose something dear to him.
In all reality, he was.
His virginity would be claimed, his pride tarnished, and someone he loved and longed for would be gone to him forever.
Enemies were never fated to stay and to stay together at that.
Alfred would awake to an empty room, lacking all trace of the man that he'd fallen for, and he'd awake to a severe loneliness as it would be encouraged and aided by the knowledge of the opposite effect.
Tears began to pool and fall, and all Alfred could do was stare out the window at the vast coldness outside and remember physical warmth that spread to quicken the beats of his heart.
His chest felt heavy, and his heart ached.
Francis was gone and always would be; he'd let his enemy walk all over him.