(Sorry it took so long to finish it. This was kinda half-assed. I hope you enjoy it anyway. Happy Valentine's Day!)
Now you've done it you bloody idiot! Arthur scolded himself, bounding down the oak staircase, he hit the floor, and ran left, slipping a little on grey socked-feet. Up in his bedroom, he heard a loud snap. His eyes widened as he rounded the staircase and threw open a door underneath its left side. The basement.
Alfred's free of the cuffs, he realized, slamming, the door shut, he locked it from the inside, knowing that wouldn't hold the git off for long. He needed to get to his secret room.
"OH ARTIE~! The git called from up above. Please hold long enough, he mentally prayed, rushing down the rickety steps and into the cluttered basement that held an assortment of his antiques from over the years.
He tripped and banged his shin on a few things as he made his way to the bookcase at the back. He shut had to find the secret switch and then he'd be in his secret room where he hid all his spell-casting material, but from the git's thudding footsteps, he wasn't going to get that long.
Damn! he cursed, ducking behind a couch as the git kicked open the door. It splintered apart, pieces of it landing with a wham on the steps and floor. Light filled the room and more followed when the git clicked on the light switch. The dim lamp filling the musty room. He's paying for that door! He thought.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are~" Alfred called in a singsong voice. Arthur just knew he was wearing a smug grin that he so wanted to slap off the git's face.
But what can I do? He thought, looking around, his eyes fell on an old white sheet. It had been for covering some of the furniture but this had fallen off and now formed a pool of white by his feet. It wouldn't work, he thought, but as the git approached, he knew it was this or get caught.
Maybe I should just let... NO! He told himself. He was the UK he would not give in so easily! Deciding he would go for broke, he slipped the white sheet over his head and waited until the git was close enough, then he popped out, yelling, "Woooooooooh!"
To his shock, the git fell over backwards, pointing at him with a shaking forefinger ,"G-g-g-host!" he shrieked, scrambling backwards on his butt.
Seriously? Arthur thought, unable to believe this lame idea was working. He rolled his eyes, loving the rush of power. "Wooooooohhhooooh!" he continued, lifting the sheets up with his arms as he moved from around the couch, careful not to trip and stumble. "IIIII aaaaammmm the ghooosttt of...," he paused, mulling over that, "Hallllooooweeen fuuttuuure!"
"P-p-please no!" Alfred begged, paling.
"Yoooouuuu wiiiiillll llllleeeavvveeee aaatt oooonceee!" He continued, drunk on power. He frowned. Alfred was quiet. It was hard to see through the sheet, but the git was staring at something. Namely his shoes. They were showing.
Oh bollocks, he thought before Alfred was on him, sweeping him up in his arms, he pulled the sheet off of Arhtur's head. "Oh well lookie what we have here!" Alfred chirped, grinning again. "The ghost of Halloween future, was it?"
"Git! Release me!" He ordered, wiggling as his arms were held pinned together. He ignored the mad blush in his cheeks.
"Never in a bazillion years!" Alfred grinned, locking his heady gaze on Arthur who just gaped.
That's not a number, was the only coherent thought he managed as Alfred carried him to an old work table, clearing it off with a sweep of one of his strong arms, before setting Arthur gently on it, stuff clattered to the floor.
"Stop it, git!" Arthur snapped, coming back to his senses. His wrists were pinned together over his head. He kicked, but kicking Alfred was like kicking a brick wall, he got more hurt than the stupid git did. Alfred smirked, leaning in until their lips were centimeters apart. He could smell that intoxicating must of hard work and Old Spice. "Now Al, let's be reasonable," he tried, his eyes watching as Alfred reached over, one-handed, and plucked two old neckties off a nearby coat hanger. "This is not you. If you force yourself on me, that would be... that would be... me taking advantage of you." In a weird way it would.
"I think you got it backwards, old man!" Arthur scowled at the jab, but it turned back to shock as Alfred wrapped one of the ties around his wrists and used the other to tie them to a hook on the wall.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his heart speeding up. A dumb question since it was obvious, but he needed to talk.
"What does it look like? I'm making sure you don't run again," Alfred smiled, pushing Arthur's legs open, he ground against the man's crotch with his throbbing... Don't give in! Arthur cried in his head, throwing his head this way and that. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. Good Lord, he wanted it.
Tied up, bound, and being loved by a lust-crazed Alfred. It had to be the stupid love potion making the git act out the worst of Arthur's perverted fantasies about the boy. His face was crimson and it was taking everything for him not to turn into a puddle of wanton desires.
What can I do? He wondered, speaking again, "Al! You have to stop! You mustn't do this! You mustn't... let me rape you!" Okay that was stupid. Even in his own ears, but he rolled on, ignoring the boy's arched eyebrow, "Just listen! You're not being yourself! You don't love me! You never have!" Lord, did that sting.
Alfred frowned, the lust dimming a little in his eyes, replaced by hurt. Maybe that's just a trick of the light, Arthur thought. "Artie, you're crazy! Don't you know? I've always loved you," Alfred said, crushing his lips against Arthur who felt his heart would leap into his throat. He moaned into the kiss, the git's moist tongue driving into his mouth. He could never get enough of this. He wanted to believe the git's word. He wanted to believe it wasn't just the potion, but how could he?
"See you want it," Alfred panted, kissing Arthur's cheeks gently, he moved to his throat, becoming more forceful. Waves of heat racked the Britain's body, reducing him to a moaning mess. He was in a hot, wet paradise. God, I have been missing out, he thought, as Alfred yanked open his shirt, buttons flying off, the boy sucked on his nipples. Arthur threw his head from side, wishing he had a pillow to bite down on. He almost couldn't breath from the force of the pleasure.
"Al...ah...poppet...ah...be...ah...reasonable," he managed, his body slick with sweat, "You...ah...ah...are...not...ah...yourself!"
"Love, I've never been more myself," he stated, his blue eyes locked on Arthur as he took the man in another, gentle, but demanding kiss. His tongue pushed in, twining with Arthur, he removed it, nibbling on Arthur's bottom lip seductively.
Where did he learn these tricks? Arthur though, jealousy flaring in him. Was it the frog? Or that... Canadian guy? He wondered. He had interrogated other nations more than once on their relations with Alfred and all had denied ever sleeping with the git, but they could have been lying.
Alfred's sucked on Arthur's adam's apple, tearing his attention back to the git who had somehow slipped of his shirt and undone his belt buckle. Arthur's toes curled in anticipation and he strained against the bonds as Alfred pulled his pants and boxers down, his manhood out in the open. Arthur's eyes widened at the sight, To hell with fighting this, he thought, licking his lips.
"Let...me...free," he begged, squirming as Alfred's hands pulled down his pants and cupped his butt cheeks, "I will...ah...not...ah...run." God, I will tackle you!
"Later, babe," Alfred said, running his hands over Arthur's pale skin. "When I've had shown you how much I've loved you."
"But...but," Arthur thought, this is wrong. You aren't yourself and oh yes, please touch there!
Alfred hand's went between his legs to Arthur's rock-hard erection, pressing on the tip with his thumb before rubbing his thumb between the base and Arthur's stalk, it sent wave after wave of pleasure up Arthur. It was his sensitive area and he had just now found out.
Alfred understands me in a way no one else does, Arthur thought, crying out as Alfred took him, rubbing up and down the stalk until Arthur's whole body was flushed and wet with sweat.
Alfred licked the based and kissed the tip before swallowing him, sucking on Arthur tell he could cry from joy.
"Yes... yes, this is so wrong," Arthur cried, not caring anymore about the moral implications. He had tried to get away after all. It was kind of Alfred forcing himself on him like he had always fantasized of the boy doing.
More kisses trailed down his neck until Alfred clamped his lips on Arthur's shoulders and sucked. Arthur mewled, squirming hard and bucking toward Alfred, wanting the boy badly. He had always wanted Alfred, but now he REALLY wanted him. It was almost painful the way the boy played with him.
"My lovely," Alfred whispered in his ear, picking up Arthur's legs he spread them, and with half-lidded eyes, said in a husky voice, "I'm going to fuck you hard. I love you so much."
Oh if only you meant that last part, Arthur thought, his heart skipping at those words. It hurt the thought that it was a lie, but he was mentally gone.
Alfred was going to take him hard and he would enjoy every moment of it even if it was painful. He wasn't a virgin. Heck, the Canadian guy had entered him last week after their conference after he had witnessed Alfred drop a milkshake on the git's crotch. There had been the git, patting at with some napkins and there had been Arthur all but drooling.
He had grabbed the Canadian and dragged him off into a broom closet, wanting release at once. Thoughts of Alfred had been flooding his mind the whole time, he had bitten his lips to keep from crying out the git's name. Not that Canada and half the nations weren't aware of his obsession. He intensely disliked that the only one too clueless to see it was the very object of his affections, the git.
Now Alfred was hear spouting words he actually wanted the boy to say.
He barely noticed Alfred preparing him. He blinked.
"Is that lube?"
"Yup, old man," Alfred beamed, squiting out a globe from the silvery packet.
"Is that..." he trailed not wanting to admit it. His face had to be redder than a rose.
"Yup, it's yours. I found it in your bedroom while I was hunting for ya," he said, rubbing it all over Arthur and then himself.
"Now Al," Arthur said, licking his lips, trying for one more feeble protest. So at least when the spell ended and it would right? Oh please never end, he prayed as three fingers entered him, stretching him.
Alfred followed, pushing it. Arthur's eyes lolled up in pleasure a trickle of drool coming out. It was better than all his fantasies had ever envisioned. He didn't care how or why, Alfred was his.
Alfred rocked into him, taking his lips once more and licking up the drool. His kiss was hot and sweet. He didn't taste like burgers, but like hard-work and mint. Did he eat one of my mints? Arthur wondered. He kept a mint-jar by the bed. Very considerate of the git.
Alfred's hips thrusted into him, gently at first, growing harder and harder. Arthur's whole body tightened around it, feeling Alfred's cock sliding against his balls. Alfred gripped the table, Arthur was tied to, keeping it from falling over as the legs lifted up with each thrust.
"Oh poppet, more, more," he cried, wanting Alfred to pierce him to his core.
Alfred grunted, obliging him. He held on, but this was too much and his whole body tightened around Alfred, feeling his climax just from the steady touch of Alfred's dick. He came, warm stickiness covering his stomach.
Alfred froze, very close but after a moment regained control and kept rocking into Arthur. The boy has stamina, Arthur realized with delight as Alfred kept pounding into him, his beautiful body clad in sweat.
It was torture, Arthur wanted to reach up and taste that delicious body with his hands. His head dropped back against the wall, giving in to the rhythmic tap of the table legs on the floor. He was hard again. It went on and on, finally Alfred with a heavy grunt and moan, picked up, pounding harder until he was almost animalistic and came in Arthur. The feel of Alfred in him, brought Arthur close, but he held.
"Oh Artie!" He cried, taking Artie's mouth hard.
Alfred sagged, falling over Arthur, kissing his throat in after-orgasm kisses. Arthur wanted another round.
"Ride me," Arthur panted. He needed to feel inside Alfred. He had always wanted to take the nation and here he was willing. Sort of.
"Anything for you honey," Alfred said, pulling out with a wet squelch.
"What did you say?" Arthur said annoyed at the pet name. Only he could call Alfred such things.
"I love you," Alfred said and Arthur's mind was blown away. Suddenly he felt overwhelming guilty for this. Will Alfred hate me when the spell ends? Will he realize why?
Then he watched, his eyes growing as big as saucers, as Alfred took the lube and prepared himself, fingered himself in front of Arthur. Hot was not the word. Sizzling came closer. Alfred grunted and groaned as he rode his own fingers for Arthur and took the smaller nation's mouth with his own before hoisting himself up on the table.
"Ride me, please," Arthur begged and Alfred nodded raising himself up.
Then the cuckoo clock chimed midnight upstairs, a sound that seemed to thunder through the house. He watched in horror as the hazy passion in Alfred's eyes faded and Alfred collapsed onto him. Unconscious.
Arthur realized finally why the love spell had worked. It was Halloween. The only time Alfred could see some of his fairy friends. And now that Halloween was over. Shit! He cried mentally. Why didn't realize it!
"Noooo!" he groaned. He had been so close. Now here he was tied up with America naked collapsed on top of him and he had no way to release himself. "Dammit!"
When his body was calmed down he would think of various explanations to tell Alfred for their "situation". Though he was curious what Alfred would remember. Oh, this was going to take his best diplomatic skills.
Alfred sighed, his unconscious face soft and innocent like a child. He cuddled closer to Arthur, causing a new wave of heat to pass through the smaller nation as the movement all but had him grinding his sac against Arthur's stomach.
"I can almost," Arthur whispered, his cock twitching, his hips bucking to get into Alfred's hole. "No, I mustn't," he said calming down, but then Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur and nuzzled his nose against his chest.
"Oh, yes I can!" Arthur said, a new surge of want washing through him as he tried to maneuver. Between Alfred's movements and his desires, if Alfred didn't wake up soon, this was going to be a long, long night. He had no idea what Alfred would say when he woke up.
No matter what happens, he thought. There's always next Halloween.
(Whew, that's done. My first completed work and it's total smut. Oh well.)
