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What we believe in can easily be shattered.


Arthur slowly ran his hands down Alfred's shirt. It was a nice, rose-colored vest, with midnight buttons. Arthur had ordered the maids to make this particular vest himself. All for little Alfie. And now, he was slowly undoing each button. So, so inconspicuously that naïve little Alfred had no idea what was happening…until Arthur tugged the layer off to reveal a pale white button-down before him.

"Brother? You want to go to sleep? I can go change," Alfred said, obviously not understanding what Arthur was doing. He smirked, knowing that this was his doing—he was the reason Alfred was so innocent. If Alfred played with other boys seemingly his age, they would've done these kinds of things before Arthur had a chance—but now, now Arthur could get away with it.

"No, I'll help you," Arthur insisted, tugging his America roughly back before the slender boy could slip away. He'd been waiting far too long for this; he couldn't even remember why he had waited.

Finally, he was done with that damned undershirt's buttons. It fluttered off of Alfred's body, revealing a pale, smooth chest and two bright pink nipples before Arthur.

More. Show me more, Alfred!

He quickly reached for his little brother's trousers. In one swift movement, before Alfred could protest, he yanked them off and tossed them to the floor along with the undershirt to rest atop the red top layer. A completely naked, utterly flustered Alfred sat before him. A masterpiece.

"Alfie," Arthur crooned, softly grabbing the younger's wrists and placing them above his head. He quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and securely tied little Alfred's wrists to the bedpost. Up to this point, Alfred hadn't reacted, but he began to struggle now.

"Brother—what are you doing? This is weird, untie me! Please!" he cried, squirming and trying to hide his lower regions from Arthur's view.

How cute—he's embarrassed.

Ever so slowly, Arthur lowered himself in front of one bright pink nipple. And at an even slower pace, slid his tongue down to taste its first of the boy's skin. All the while, Arthur's eyes stayed locked with Alfred's teary, scared, pleading ones.

Until he started sucking.

"Ah, Broth—ah!" Alfred huffed as Arthur sucked and swirled his tongue around Alfred's hardening nipple. He toyed with the other; pinching, flicking, pulling, not even beginning to show Alfred real pleasure.

After almost a minute of teasing, Arthur released Alfie's red, swollen nipple with a pop and began to lick his way lower. He slowly traced his tongue along the younger's barely defined abs, before planting neat kisses even lower.

"A-Arthur, Brother, p-please, stop—stop it—" Alfred tried, but he could feel himself losing to his big brother's lips. Everything felt so tingly and…amazing.

"Oh, but do you really want me to stop?" Arthur asked, finally reaching his destination—Alfred's small, adorable length, completely untouched, even by the boy's hand. It was slightly hard, which made Arthur's all the more excited. Not wanting to hold back, he slipped his tongue along the entire length until he got to the tip, where he closed his mouth and began to suck.

"Br-Brother!" Alfred pleaded, but to no avail. Arthur couldn't hear him.

He took in the entirety of his brother's small penis, swirling his tongue in circles around the tip professionally. He knew Alfred had to be enjoying this—there was no way he wouldn't. His thoughts were confirmed as Alfred's length became harder.

No, not yet.

The elder swiftly pulled out yet another handkerchief and tied it around Alfred's weeping member after letting go with a strange sucking noise—which of course turned Arthur on all the more.

He hastily tore off his clothes before turning back to Alfie, who was beginning to weep himself. But, being in the state he was, Arthur paid it no mind. He crawled atop of the younger and grabbed a handful of ash-blonde hair. Pulling it up in front of his own member, he commanded, "Suck."

Alfred gazed up at his brother, his tears flowing harder. "Ar…thur…" he whispered, trying to get out words of rebellion, not wanting to obey this command at all, but couldn't find the strength he needed to say such things. When Arthur's grip on his sensitive hair tightened, Alfred consented and slowly took the tip of Arthur's length into his mouth.

Arthur immediately threw his head back at the feeling. It was so much better than those English prostitutes he had done after grueling wars with France, who had hungrily swallowed every ounce of cum Britain released. This feeling was delicate, sensitive—and Arthur loved it. He unconsciously shoved Alfred's head forward, forcing the boy to take in all of the elder's much longer length. Alfred nearly choked, but his brother's hand kept him from crashing his head back onto the mattress to gasp for air.

Slowly—very slowly—Arthur eased Alfie's head away from his now completely-hard, dully aching cock. Alfred gasped, gulping in as much air as he could. While his younger brother was occupied, Arthur began to suck on two of his fingers, before forcefully shoving them into America's mouth when he believed the colony had had his fill of air.

"Suck," he repeated, gazing with eyes full of lust down at the boy.

Alfred knew he had no choice other than to submit. He gently sucked on his brother's digits, clumsily swirling his tongue around the rough skin.

When Arthur was satisfied, he pulled the digits from his Alfred's mouth and spread his brother's legs. He stared at the pink, innocent hole which would soon be penetrated by him and him alone.

Just to taunt him, Arthur barely touched Alfred's hole with a finger. This earned a whine from the boy, and Arthur knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He didn't care if Alfred liked it any longer; well, he wasn't going to like it anyway. Without any warning, Arthur plunged deep into Alfred, feeling his brother's walls instantly tighten around him. So tight it was almost uncomfortable, but as he began to slowly thrust in and out, he began to feel pleasure.

Alfred, however, was in severe pain. With each thrust, it felt like someone was stabbing at him inside, at his core. He screamed in pain, but was quickly silenced by Arthur's palm at his mouth. Not able to suppress his pain, he bit down into his older brother's flesh. Instead of hurting Arthur (unintentionally, of course) the elder blonde moaned in pleasure.

You feel—thrust—so amazing—thrust—Alfred!

Arthur felt his climax approaching, and untied the handkerchief that constricted Alfred's member. Immediately, Alfred screamed and released, his arse once again tightening around Arthur, who grunted and spilled his seed deep into the bleeding boy. He didn't pull out for another few minutes, but when he did, he realized what he had done.

Blood and cum oozed from Alfred's ripped, abused hole, and he was sobbing silently into his arm. More crimson dripped from his wrists, which had been rubbed raw from the boy's struggling.

Arthur sat back. No, I didn't—I couldn't have, I love you, Alfred! He clutched at his face, trying not to think. I couldn't have just…no, I did not rape my brother!


Well this took wayyy too long to write for how much I actually did write. That was my first ever lemon, smut, whatever the hell you want to call it scene. So it might not be all that great, but you get what you get. I kind of sped things up at the end because I thought "I need to finish this so I can get on with the freaking plot!" Because I like plot. Till next week!