"Arthur! Why did you leave moi? Tu es trop cruel!" (You are too cruel!) Francis whined, clinging to his Englishman tightly after Ivan had returned him. He had been so lonely without him and he had to resist going after a cute little waiter that had walked by. Arthur didn't seem to realize all the sacrifices he made for him.

"Stop! Get off-Ge' off!" The Brit slurred, pushing at the others restrictive arms. He was much too hot and the bloody Frenchman was making it worse. There was a reason most of his clothes had been off before!

"Arthur, est ce que on peut aller a notre lit? S'il te plait?" (Can we go to our bed? Please?) Francis purred into his ear hotly. Arthur shivered, squirming in the other mans grip as his face lit up. God he loved it when he spoke French, how the words rolled of his tongue and straight to his groin. Not that he'd ever admit it.

"Fuck, Frog you know—y'know I have no idea what you're saying! Stop whispering in my ear!" He ordered, the others warm breath was turning him on. For all he knew they were still in the middle of the casino, though the world had blurred away for quite some time.

Francis did stop whispering, preferring to nibble at the others earlobe instead. Arthur bit his lip, jerking slightly from the feeling and the fact that he wanted the other to stop and yet to keep going.

"Arthur, there isn't much time left. We'll have to do it in the elevator." Francis moaned, rutting the Englishman's leg slightly to alert him to his certain growing problem.

Arthur's eyes widened, realizing he was being pressed against a wall. An elevator wall. "When the bloody 'ell did we ge' 'ere?" He snapped, trying to contain a moan as the others clothed erection brushed against his ass.

His question remained unanswered as he was forcefully turned around and a tongue invaded his mouth in a thoroughly French kiss. Arthur immediately kissed back, his hands fisting blond hair to pull him closer. Francis moaned at the feeling, battling violently with the others tongue in a sinful dance.

The Englishman gulped at the air when he was finally released and only then realized he had been disrobed of his shirt. He could feel the others hands gliding along his chest, sending shivers throughout his body. French lips were sucking at his neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin.

"Ngh-" Arthur groaned, twisting his head back to give his boyfriend more room as he pulled with frustration at the others shirt.

"Holy Fuck!"

Francis detached himself and turned his head, seeing that the elevator doors were open and a group of people were staring at them, most in shock, some in disgust. He gave them a wink before pressing the close door button skillfully with his foot. The doors had not even fully closed when he continued his attack, biting harshly at his Brits neck and suckling the growing red mark.

When Arthur finally pulled away from the blissful touches he realized he could no longer feel the floor beneath his feet. He looked down, moaning when Francis took the opportunity to resume an assault on his ear and found his feet were now wrapped around the others waist.

In response, he wrapped them even tighter, grinding down on the obvious bulge poking out from the others clothing. Francis groaned, pressing the Englishman harder against the wall for support.

"F-Francis, bed. Now." Arthur ordered, his face red and blond hair disheveled. He needed to fuck and he needed to now. But he wasn't bloody going to do in an elevator!

"I don't remember what floor our room is." Francis snapped, bucking onto the other in order to remind him to keep grinding. Arthur gasped, his hands tightening around the others neck.

"Ch-Check your card."

"I want you now!" Francis growled, sealing the others complaints with a harsh kiss that left them both breathless.

Arthur still would have none of that and thrashed in the Frog's grip until he was finally dropped. Francis glared at him and Arthur paid him no mind. Heavily supporting himself with the wall, he fished through his pocket for their key card holder. He lifted it up but the words kept moving about and dizzying his vision.

"Fin' our room." He snapped, flicking the card toward him and missing. Francis sighed impatiently, bending down and reading the number.

Floor 7. He quickly hit the button before tackling the blond again. Arthur responded just as harshly, biting and lapping, licking and sucking before they stumbled out the elevator and down the hall in a mess of limbs.


Matthew whined as Gilbert continued assaulting his neck. They weren't even inside their room yet! Couldn't the albino wait just another second? He knew he was drunk but still!

Finally he pushed him away, turning around to try and slide their key card into the door. It didn't help that Gilbert was still nibbling at his neck making all his movements shaky.

It also didn't help when a couple knocked them over as if they hadn't even noticed them standing there. He groaned on the floor, feeling Gilbert continue his incessant suckling at his sensitive neck even when they were on the ground.

Wait a minute, was that stubble grating against his skin?

"Gross! Gross! Get off Francis! Get off! I'm not Arthur!" He all but screamed, pushing at the other desperately. Francis looked up through dark hazy lust filled eyes in confusion.

"Oh, Arthur you are so amusing." He chuckled lowly, leaning down to kiss him and Matthew panicked. Luckily, Gilbert kicked him in the side, knocking him over. The albino then helped his cute little boyfriend up.

Francis staggered up as well, slightly confused and looked around for Arthur.

"He's in your room already, Franny. Better get to it before he passes out." Gilbert said helpfully before pushing him into his room and slamming the door shut. He had found the key card for it on the floor and quickly opened the door to push the Brit in.

"That was really really gross." Matthew whined, wiping at his neck in disgust. Who knew where those lips had been! Francis wasn't exactly know for his monogamy.

"Yeah, well your old ass brother was fuckin' humping my leg before I could get him into his damn room." Gilbert defended, looking at his pant leg with a sneer of disgust. He'd have to burn them.

"Please don't tell me things like that." Matthew sighed, rubbing his temple.

"Don't worry, Matt. I'll make you forget all about whatever the hell just happened." The elder promised, sealing those cute little lips with his own as he led them into their room.


Arthur wasn't entirely sure how they had ended up in here, but the important part was that Francis was on top of him and his pants were finally coming off. He just couldn't take the tightness any longer! He gasped when his boxers slipped from his legs as well, his erection finally released from its confines.

He shivered at the hungry look in his lover's blue eyes and the way he licked his lips before bending his head down. Arthur couldn't help but cry out, his hands gripping those long silky blond locks for support as that sinful mouth descended upon him. It licked and kissed him slowly, teasing him before finally swallowing him whole.

Arthur groaned, hands digging into his lover's scalp, urging him to take in more, to suck hard, to bob faster. Curse Francis and his skill. It was as if he was born without a gag reflex all together. Arthur blushed, compared to the Frenchman his blow jobs sucked, though Francis never made fun of him for his lack of skills.

"F-Francis, I'm gonna cum if you don-ahh, g-get on with it!" He snapped, arching his back as he realized the damn Frenchman already had two fingers up his ass. When had they gotten in there? His mind was so delirious at the moment he could barely feel the invasion of fingers in comparison to the wonderful mouth around his cock.

"Fuck! There!"

That is, until Francis found that special spot within him.

Francis grinned, pulling away from the others member and retracting his fingers. Arthur squirmed, his skin shivering at the lack of attention as the touches stopped entirely. He glared at the frog, his green eyes telling him he better hurry the fuck up or he would have to take matters into his own hands.


Alfred tossed in his bed slightly, feeling cold. He rolled to his side, pressing himself against a nice warm object. He mumbled in his sleep, nuzzling at it to press closer.

Ivan looked down from the book he had been reading, smiling at how affectionate his wife was being. He put an arm around the other, aiding him in his quest to come closer. Alfred sighed happily, his head on the Russian's chest as he continued to dream of a pleasant world filled with hamburgers and soda.


"Harder!" Arthur growled, rocking his hips back against each of the Frenchman's thrust. He needed more. Francis stopped his complaints with a kiss, thrusting harder and making sure to aim for the others prostate.

Arthur moaned into the kiss, arching his back in a beautiful curve. He broke away from the kiss to let out a loud shout as Francis continued his barrage on his sensitive spot. Francis groaned, feeling the other tighten around him. It was almost too much but he controlled himself. He had that kind of skill.

"Keep screaming, Arthur." He moaned into his ear, panting harshly with each thrust.


"Gil, oh God, Gil!"

"You gotta scream harder than that Matt. We gotta beat them." Gilbert encouraged thrusting into that tight sinful heat and pumping the others member at the same time. Matthew moaned, rocking his hips back before letting out another scream.


Arthur collapsed, his chest sticky with his own essence and his hair plastered to his face. Francis followed suit, slipping his softening member out and lying next to his lover.

"Mmm, Arthur you always look so sexy after I've fucked you up."

Arthur sent him a glare, his chest heaving as he still couldn't control his breathing. "Fuck you Francis." He snapped tiredly, not having the energy to turn over and punch him in his smug little face.

Francis chuckled, his hand sliding over to dance over the others chest. "Does that mean you are ready for more?"

Arthur could already tell it was going to be a long night.


So... I felt bad for not updating this in years and decided to write this. I'm so sorry you had to read that. It was awful wasn't it? My first attempt at full on smut. I'm so embarrassed.

Anyway, next chapter there will be plot! Alfred will wake up and be all like 'da fuck is this ring doin' on me?' Or something like that.

So stay tuned I suppose!

In other news, Clinging (for those reading that) has just been updated. So you should go check that out...