Woot! Chapter 2!! Pointless smut FTW!! I would like to point out once more that, while the plot is semi-original, the general idea is from a challenge posted on Freedom of Speech by TezzX

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Gregory winced as the sunlight streamed through the curtains and onto his face. "Goddamn sun! Why's it have to be so bloody bright? 'S too early." He rolled back over and covered his head with a pillow.

"What did I do last night?" He asked himself aloud. Throwing off the pillow, he looked around the room for clues. He gratefully swallowed the aspirin on the nightstand and snatched the note that lay beside it.

Dear Self,

Seduce Christophe when you're sober.

Much thanks,

Gregory.

Gregory smirked and set the letter down on the stand. When this headache faded, he knew exactly where he would be going. He threw open the curtains to what he hoped was a beautiful day and winced as sunlight struck his face.

Irony was a bitch.

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Christophe smirked as he dressed for the day, picking his close for ease of undressing in hopes that the pretty blonde man would remember last night.

The knock came as he was doing up the last button on his shirt. He chuckled and reclined on the doorframe, opening the door as he did so.

"'Ello Gregory, what breengs you 'ere." He teased the blonde, knowing full well why the other man was here.

"Can I not call on my neighbor's ailing mother with flowers?" He smirked, brandishing a bouquet of daffodils. Christophe ushered him in and closed the door behind him.

"The flowers really are for your mother, how is she?" The brit asked politely.

"She ees a beetch, as always, but she ees doing better." He said, taking the flowers and setting them in a vase.

"That's good to hea-" Whatever Gregory had been saying was lost as Christophe smashed their lips together in a passionate kiss. Gregory moaned and kissed back, eager for more contact.

The taller man lifted Gregory up, allowing the blonde to wrap his legs around his waist, and carried him to the bedroom.

Halfway there he pulled away from Gregory's face to latch onto his neck. Gregory groaned and bucked into the Frenchman.

"Eager beetch, aren't we?" Christophe chuckled, biting Gregory's collar bone. Gregory growled and shoved Christophe's head away from his neck, launching his own assault on the man's lips.

Christophe smirked into the kiss and threw the blonde onto the bed, a predatory light coming into his eyes as he undressed quickly. He crawled onto the bed, caressing the blonde beneath him as he went. Licking the shell of his ear, he started on the brit's shirt slowly.

"Hurry up, you bloody frog!" Gregory ground out, frustrated and impatient.

"Non, mon cher, I think zat you will enjoy zees." He chuckled as he slipped the unbuttoned shirt off of the man's pale form tantalizingly slow, brushing his fingers across milky white skin slowly.

Gregory gasped and arched into the touches, wanting more. Christophe placed butterfly kisses against every inch of skin as he exposed it. " 'As anyone ever told you zat you are beautiful, mon cher?" He whispered hotly into the smaller man's ear. Gregory couldn't even comprehend the question, seeing as Christophe had just taken one dusky nipple into his mouth.

"A-ah!" He gasped, hands flying to the back of his lover's head. The brunet nipped at the nub in his mouth playfully before moving to the next one, giving it the same treatment. Biting it gently, he abandoned it to lick and bite a trail down the middle of the blonde's torso, stopping at the waist of his trousers.

Christophe unbuttoned the other man's pants and hooked his fingers into the waistband. He slid the pants down Gregory's hips torturously slow, nipping at the blonde's hip bone as the cloth passed over it. He brought his undergarments with them. When Gregory's legs were finally free of the trousers, the brunet flung them into some far corner of the bed chamber.

Christophe licked his lips and eyed Gregory's member like a cat watching a mouse. It sent shivers up and down the blonde's back.

"Are you going to sit there all day staring, or should I make a spot of tea?" Gregory asked teasingly.

"Gregory, you are a little beetch." Chrstophe said, kissing the spot on his hip just shy of his erection.

"N-no more that m-most I suppose." Gregory bit out.

"Gregory, you are ze beegest beetch of them all." Cristophe chuckled, taking Gregory into his mouth and humming.

"Fucking c-christ! God, Christophe!" Gregory gasped, trying his hardest not to buck wantonly into that heavenly mouth. He whimpered when the other man removed himself.

"Do not put my name in ze same sentence as zat of your faggot god!" Christophe growled before going back to devouring the brit.

"Right, won't make the s-same m-mistake again." He panted.

Sometime between the things Christophe was doing to him and now, the Frenchie had slipped a finger into his bum, preparing him for what was to come.

"Nghhh, Christophe." He moaned as the finger brushed something inside of him. The brunet responded by adding another finger. It took all of Gregory's will power not to grind himself down onto those fingers. Suddenly there were three and Gregory was bucking and moaning like a wanton whore.

Then, as soon as they had appeared, the were gone; replaced by something much larger prodding at Gregory's entrance.

"Please." The blonde begged, arching into the taller man. "Just do it, mon amour."

Something in the brunet snapped when Gregory said that. He buried himself up to the hilt in the lusty blonde, silencing his lover's screams of pain and pleasure with his lips.

Gregory bucked and arched desperately as Christophe drove into him hard and fast, hitting his prostate every time.

He couldn't take it anymore, the friction from the taller mans body on his erection and the continuous thrusts drove him over the edge.

Christophe came inside of him and they both rode out their orgasms.

Panting, Christophe pulled out of Gregory. He collapsed on top of him and rolling to the side, pulling Gregory with him. The brit laid his head in the dip in the brunet's shoulder and snuggled closer to his lover.

"Je t'aime, mon amour." Christophe whispered sleepily.

"Je t'aime aussi." Gregory replied before drifting off to sleep.

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Woohoo! Sometimes I amaze myself…not really . I'm not that conceited. Overall I'd say that this was…d'accord. Lol

I'm not sure if I should end it here or not…I've met all the requirements and bonus points for the challenge…what d'you guys think?