Hand shaking, Kiku set the phone on the table. With a shaky sigh, he got up and began to set everything up. First, he hid the bondage kit in his closet, hoping Alfred didn't go ruffling through it later. The American was very nosy. Second, he shed his kimono and pulled on the maid outfit. He looked down at himself and blushed. The skirt was WAY to short. Was Feliciano trying to make him a slut!
Pulling down the skirt, Kiku set the candles up and stepped into the bathroom. He sprayed his neck with the perfume, but immediately started gagging at the strong scent of it. Westerners have… weird tastes… the Eastern man thought, still gagging and coughing. He walked out of the bathroom, quickly shutting the door, not wanting any of the perfume's scent to drift down the hallway towards the living room. He glanced at his beloved shiba inu dog, Pochi, who was watching his master rush about the house. "Well…?" he asked his dog.
Pochi gave one sniff of the air, turned on his tail, and trotted out of the room, leaving a irate Kiku behind. Kiku snorted before muttering to himself, "Who cares what he thinks…?" and headed to the living room, where he waited anxiously for Alfred to arrive. He was always late.
Kiku chewed on his nails nervously. What will he think? Will he think I'm a slut? What if- just then the doorbell interrupted his thoughts.
Biting his lower lip, Kiku snuck to the bedroom and called out, "Come in-!" Holding his breath, he heard the door open and close, and footsteps walk into his living room.
"Kiku? Bro where are you…?" Alfred called out, looking around the room.
"Bedroom-" Was the only word Kiku said before he heard the American head down the hallway. The blond stuck his head in the door, staring at the Asian in the short-skirted maid outfit.
Kiku's cheeks flushed a brilliant red. "W-well….?" He asked the American, flipping the skirt slightly to advertise the pale white flesh of his thigh underneath. He saw the blonde's cheeks flush with embarrassment but in his eyes flashed, wait was that lust…?
Alfred quickly closed the space between himself and the small Asain, placing his hands on his waist and forcing him onto the bed. Kiku let out a surprised squeak as Alfred quickly kissed him, sliding his hands under the skirt and running his fingers over the smooth skin of Kiku's thigh.
Slowly the dress came off and so did Alfred's clothes, thrown across the room in their steamy make out session. Soon Alfred was over Kiku, whispering words of reassurance as he pressed the tip of his member against Kiku's small entrance. Gripping the sheets, Kiku gave a faint nod and Alfred plunged into the small man, groaning at the heat and friction. Pushing as deep as he could, he could barely hold back from pinning Kiku down and fucking the living hell out of him, but he decided to take it slow, for Kiku.
Kiku moaned in pain and pleasure as Alfred pushed himself into his entrance. His member was so big and his passage was so small, it was a very tight fit and it definitely was uncomfortable at first.
"Tell me when you're ready…" Alfred whispered, kissing Kiku's jaw and neck. Kiku whimpered slightly and another faint nod. With that, Alfred went all out. He pulled himself out and pushed back in slowly, the friction and heat making him groan and Kiku moan is pleasure. Picking up the pace, Alfred began thrusting roughly into Kiku at and angle that made the tip of his member hot that one spot inside of Kiku that made him release wanton moans and claw at his back. He rammed up against it until Kiku orgasmed, and he followed, spewing his hot seed inside of his Asian lover. Slowly his thrust, he pulled out and laid beside the sweaty man, panting lightly.
"I-is that what you needed….?" Alfred whispered, cupping Kiku's cheek in his hand and gently kissing his nose. Kiku blushed and nodded slowly.
Alfred started to get up but Kiku sat up first. "W-wait-! Where are you going-?"
"Arthur's waiting for me at a café." He said lightly, as if it were no big deal, pulling on his clothes.
"B-but-"
"What?"
"I-I thought you could stay for a while or s-something…."
Alfred smiled sadly and shook his head, leaning over and kissing Kiku's forehead. "I'm sorry Kiku…." And with that he left, leaving a heartbroken Kiku to curl up on the bed and cry silently.
After a couple hours, Kiku sat up. He had cried his heart out. It would never work. Alfred never loved him. Never had, never will. He pulled on a kimono and shuffled to the kitchen, putting a pot of water on the stove. Wiping his eyes and reached for the phone and dialed Feliciano's number.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Rin-
"Ciao~?" The cheerful brunette answered.
"F-Feliciano-…. H-he-… he-…" A sob rose in Kiku's throat as he tried to find the words to explain to his friend what had happened..
"Oh my god, Kiku! What happened! Are you okay!"
"I-I…." Another sob wracked his body and he fell to the floor, clutching the phone in his hand.
"Kiku-! Kiku I'm going to be over as fast as I can-! Kiku please calm down, please-!"
And with that the Italian hung up.
Kiku sobbed into his palms, curling up on his kitchen floor. Pochi trotted in and curled up beside his owner, resting his muzzle on his paws.
Alfred would never love him, Kiku now knew this was true.
Author's Note: Everyone seemed to like this story so I guess I kind of finished it. Sorry I started it right after I published the first one and I kind of lost the drive to finish it. I made this ending sort of sad. Meh I didn't feel like a happy one. If I feel like it, I may continue. Purrhaps Alfred WILL end up with Kiku! Maybe. We'll see :o)
