Okay, so part two

Which does contain yaoi!

You were warned

Enjoy!

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''Alfred! Hey Alfred! Wake up you lazy git!''

Arthur groaned, contemplating jumping on the sleeping man in order to wake him up. Today was an important day, and he didn't need this idiot messing it up for him. Francis was on his way, wanting to discuss the matter of what to do with Matthew. Since Arthur already had his hands full with the American runt that was showing no signs of waking up, he didn't want another. No matter how much Francis stressed that he was well behaved. The Brit furrowed his brow, ripping the blanket from his snoozing friend's body. Which was a mistake on his part. Since he was then left looking at the dirty-blonde's near naked body. Arthur felt his cheeks burning, and no doubt turning crimson as he stood silently. His eyes fixated on the younger's toned yet slender frame. How Arthur wanted so badly to caress every inch of that smooth, perfect skin. Shame he had to refrain himself. He took a few moments to compose himself before slapping the other repeatedly on the arm.

''Didn't you hear me you awkward twat! If you wan't to stay up so late then do so! As long as you make sure you get you worthless arse out of bed the next morning!''

Alfred's crystal blue eyes opened slowly, taking a few seconds for them to adjust to the new found light before gazing up at the man responcible for disturbing his sound slumber.

''Hey... Can't I have a little longer?! I'm so tiiiired!''

It seemed that Alfred's usual whining wasn't going to cut it this time. Arthur wasn't in the mood for listening to him, due to his now racing blood preassure brought on by the mass of stress he was under. He simply threw the blanket back at him, his blush still faintly placed across his cheeks.

''Just get dressed will you. I don't have time today.''

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Just as Francis had arrived had Arthur no sooner entered the main hall. He was greeted by an ever flashy looking French man, and an ever timid little Canadian. Matthew was a charming boy, but, he was extremely naive and very quiet. It was rare for anyone to get much more than a few sentences from him. Not even Francis or Arthur, he 'parents'.

''Ahh, Arthur my dear! It's been a long time!''

''Yeah, the shame of it all.''

He grumbled, every so often looking over at the younger boy, whose eyes never once left the floor. His hands fidgeting nervously behind his back. He was cute, no one could deny that.

''Matthew, be polite will you! Say hello to your other daddy!''

Oh how that sentence did not sound normal. In fact, Athur could pick at least three points from it that disturbed him.

''Sorry... Um, hello Arthur, sir!''

He put a small emphasis in the last part, as if he was being forced to say it. But before Arthur could say anything about it, Alfred walked down the stairs wearing a pair of grey pants and white shirt. That was almost completely unbuttoned. In fact, this did nothing for the British man's blood preasure. One; there was the fact that he looked completely unpresentable and shoddy, two; he looked extremely sexy and totally fuckable. He wanted him, and Francis was more than aware of that. So, just to mess with a now very flushed Arthur, Francis walked up to the newcomer, flinging his arm around his neck.

''Alfred my boy, look how you've grown! I bet you're fighting the ladies off with a stick, eh?''

He grinned, knowing well he'd achieved his goal. Anger Arthur, who was currently incapable of fighting back unless he wanted to arouse suspicion. Said man stuck will glaring at the arrogant blonde, planning his revenge quietly as they headed off to the dining hall. All the while Alfred had no clue of what was going on. Actually, nor did Matthew. As they all took their seats, the maids came in to offer them all drinks, which they accepted. Actually, Arthur ordered an alcoholic drink. Even though he didn't handle booze well, he need something to calm his nerves. Or else he most certainly was going to end up jumping his egotistical guest.

The group sat for hours talking over every single point that needed to be made. Alfred even started falling asleep at one point, but he was stopped by a very frustrated Arthur. Who also had to keep forcing Francis not to molest his friend... And occasionally, Matthew. Said boy at this point was possibly scared for life.

''Alright, so it's decided. You keep Matthew with you, but if you have problems i'll help out how ever I can.''

/Also, you keep your filthy, Frenc hands off of my Alfred!/

How badly Arthur wanted to say his thoughts out loud so Francis would get the message, but, he decided it was best not to. He may risk losing all hope he had with the man if he did after all. Hope that was slowly fading as years went on.

''Fine, and you better keep your promise Arthur. Also, one more thing...''

/Oh joy./

Arthur was ever so close to smashing his face on the table. Or even better, Francis' face.

''Can the two of us spend the night here, please?''

His request seemed innocent enough, but nothing about this man was ever innocent. But Arthur couldn't decline. If he did he'd after answer as to why, and he wasn't in the mood for pointless questions. So, he weerily agreed and had a maid show them to their shared room. A fact that Matthew was less than fond of.

As they were leaving, the English-man flopped down in his seat, sighing loudly, allerting Alfred that something was wrong. He approached his elder, wrapping his arms around him from behind in a friendly gesture. Oh if only he knew exactly what that said gesture was doing to poor Arthur.

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''Oh god... Ahh, Francis! Please!''

Francis smirked, taking his lovers moans as a signal to move faster. He complied of course. He wasn't the sort of man to dissapoint after all. His hips picked up speed even more as he drove into the frail body underneath him. The two of them had been at it now for almost an hour, and they were both suprised and very thankful no one had heard. Or if they had, not made any attempt to interupt. Matthew whined, writhing in sheer extacy as the blonde pounded into him harder and faster with each thrust. It was then that Francis stopped and pulled out of him, grinning as the begs poured from the younger boy's lips.

''Francis... P-please... Why did you stop?''

He didn't answer. At least, not verbally. In fact he picked his lover up by his hips, carrying him over to the dressing table, clearing any of it's contents onto the floor before placing the shivering body upon it. He was a much better decoration anyway. But he didn't stop there. He took his belt - that had been discarded long ago - and tied the Canadian's hand to mirror frame.

''F-f-francis...?''

A wide smirk invaded his lips as he forcefully plunged back into his younger friend. Much harder than before. Such actions made the boy scream out even louder, his body thrashing from side to side from the intense amount of pleasure he was feelings. And he couldn't get enough of it. Nowhere near.

Both of them soon climaxed together, in a heathing, sweating, worn out pile. In Francis' oppinion, the best sex he'd ever had. And he'd had a lot.