Sorry if this offends any British people. Also, these are made up amounts of time; they didn't actually wait for 2 years to do this. Knowing them, it was probably like a month.
Hero's Log: Day 730
It's been almost 2 years since I hired him. He's very helpful around the house, true, I'm not complaining. The place has looked awesome, and I'm eternally grateful to him. But uh,
"Sir," the British voice said. Alfred lifted his head up, interrupting his thinking and writing. "Would you like me to clean the study now?" Alfred gave his approval, returning to his journal entry. First, though, he caught a glimpse of Arthur bending down showing his perfectly round ass. Alfred gulped.
The man was wearing an actual black and white maid's outfit, complete with the head band and everything. It only went to his thighs, and it spread almost 5 inches out with all the ruffles. All black silk except for the small apron, the neck line (which couldn't be called a 'neck' line, for it came 10 inches under his neck), the hem on the bottom, and the hem on the arms. The shoulders looked like he had tennis balls under the sleeves. A very small, black bow wrapped around his neck. Completing the outfit with fishnets and shiny black Mary Jane heels that almost put him at eye level with Alfred but not quite.
He keeps wearing things, like, that! I've been telling him he doesn't have to, but all he says is "Silly poppet, I wear it to please you." with a stupid closed-eye smile and tilts his head a bit. I tell him that it'd please me for him to dress as he normally would, he says "But it's fun to dress up sometimes, all you do is get a costume and Bob's your uncle." I don't even have an uncle named Bob. He always hangs around me too. Again, not complaining, but sometimes it gets too much to handle.
Like earlier today, I bumped into him, he fell on top of me and he said, something like "How's about a bit of how's your Father, eh?" I just looked at him all confused, I guess he didn't want to know how my father really was 'cuz he just got up and left. Later that night, I looked up British slang. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT HE ACTUALLY MEANT?
Alfred breaking away from his thoughts took a drink from his cup. Arthur slid a coaster under his beverage right before he could make a ring on the desk. Alfred looked up to another overly happy smile.
Arthur started to walk away to clean another part of the room. "Uh, thank you" Alfred said standing up and Arthur turned to face his employer. "Y'know with everything you do around here." He said sheepishly.
"It's the least I can do." Then his heels click-clacked over to the bookshelf. Alfred sat back down and went to do real work instead of just writing about his hot maid in his heroic notebook. Arthur just dusted off the smooth wood of the bookshelf and admired the books that were contained. He assumed that Alfred read all these or was in the process of reading them, but really they were just house-warming gifts from friends, family, or co-workers. Arthur finished up dusting and decided to do something about Alfred's horrifically unorganized desk.
"Sir, can I clean up?"
"Uh, sure. Go ahead."
"Anything specific you want me to keep on the desk?"
"Nothing comes to mind, just leave the drink and my laptop and I'm good."
"Yes, sir" and Arthur started removing papers and books from the big desk. Only one thing was on the desk besides what he was instructed to not put away, a Captain America notebook. Sure is strange for a grown man to have a journal like this. Alfred wasn't paying any attention to the British man, so Arthur flipped through the pages a bit. He got to the most recent entry, only to find out it was about him. Almost every page was about him. Some pages very poetic about just mundane things he would do but was built up like a god did them, then other pages would be very graphic, sexual things that his employer would do to him if he had the chance. I gave him more than enough chances, dense American. He skimmed some of the actions done in the book, acting them out in his imagination, until his face started blushing very deeply.
"Ahh! I'm glad that's done with!" Alfred said stretching. Arthur snapped back to reality and quickly hid the notebook behind his back, looking down at his feet. His shaggy blonde hair covered his forest-like green eyes. "Arthur? Is there something the matter?" Arthur shook his head no. "Then what's wrong? You seem flushed." Arthur really didn't know why he was hiding the notebook; Alfred knew what was in it already. He didn't know what he was going to do with it either; he couldn't keep it if it wasn't his to begin with.
"Um, sorry, sir. I kind of read this." He said holding out the notebook.
Alfred's eyes grew almost 5 times the normal size they should've been. His face grew hot with embarrassment and he quickly tried to snatch away the journal but Arthur kept a firm grip on it. "Hey, let go! It's mine!"
"But it's about me, I should have it!" Arthur giving in to the tug of war they had with the notebook. Between the fussing of the rightful owner the journal ripped in two halves. Arthur fell against the bookshelf knocking down books all on his head and body. Alfred fell on the ground and spilled his drink all over his crotch.
"Mr. Jones!" and "Arthur!" were shouted at the same time. The two blondes crawled to the middle of the floor, and examined if the other was injured or not.
"Are you okay?" Alfred said removing a book that landed open on Arthur's head and removing his head band.
"Yes, I'm fine," Arthur said, rubbing his head. "But your trousers are ruined, don't worry I can get that out. Wait a second." He pulled out a wash rag from his small apron rubbing where the liquid soaked into the fabric.
"No, don't do that." Alfred said feeling the sensation of his maid's hand on his pants.
"Sir, it's fine. I can get the stain out" Arthur said rubbing harder.
"That's not what I'm worried about." Alfred closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and lifted his head up. Unfortunately, something else of his lifted up, too.
"Oh, uh." Arthur said moving his hand away from his boss's obvious erection. He could tell Alfred was clearly embarrassed but he wanted to take his chance while it was on the table.
Arthur moved closer to Alfred and rubbed the stain more, getting the greatest reaction and noises from the larger man. He helped Alfred up to standing and slightly sitting on the desk, not stopping the 'stain removal'. Alfred loved every minute of it, his fantasies finally coming true, after almost 2 years.
"Guess that mess isn't coming out, these trousers are just going to have to be thrown away." Arthur said. He removed the slick, leather belt and pulled down the khakis also the boxers. He opened his mouth to begin sucking the large member in front of his face but Alfred interrupted, " Wait," he lifted Arthur's face to his level, "I want to know how you taste like before you have all that in your mouth." Arthur smiled and leaned into a deep kiss. After 2 minutes of passionate kissing, they stared into each other's eyes and Arthur slid down to his previous position.
He massaged Alfred's inner thighs while he stuck the entire penis in his mouth; the first contact it made with was Arthur's tongue. Alfred was overwhelmed and jerked his head back, grabbing a good handful of golden hair; the other hand had a firm grip of the wooden desk. Arthur circled around the cock with his tongue alternating between clockwise and counter-clockwise. That sent Alfred to nirvana, and then he thought to himself Some Nirvana would be good right now. But he didn't give it a second thought because Arthur did one last rotation and Alfred released inside his mouth.
Arthur rose from the floor to look at Alfred still using his orgasm face. Slowly his eyes fluttered open and saw Arthur smiling and licking his lips.
"Now, give me what I've been waiting 2 years for, please." Arthur said leaning over Alfred, with one leg raised to the American's hip and his knee resting on the desk. Alfred had one had on Arthur's ass and the other gently sliding up and down the fish netted leg.
"Not on the desk." Alfred said and lifted his pants.
"Then, where? Because, I know from what you put in the book, that it's not over yet."
"Not by a long shot," Alfred lifted the British maid like a bride without very much effort into the master bedroom, "I just thought you'd be more comfortable on a bed."
"So there's gentleman under the hero complex?" Arthur said being gently put down on the white sheets.
"Of course no one wants an asshole hero." Alfred kissed him and Arthur wrapped his arms around his neck. "Now, how do I get this damn thing off?"
Arthur chuckled and said "There's a zipper in the back."
Alfred slowly revealed Arthur's back, and threw the cheesy maid outfit and his underwear across the room. He ran kisses from Arthur's lips down to his high-heeled feet. He undid the straps of both shoes and pulled the fish nets off with his teeth. Alfred practically jumped out of his clothing when he thought about making love to his maid.
Alfred climbed up to where he could hover over Arthur, and he removed his glasses to set them on the side table. The sapphire orbs stared deeply into emerald ones and smiles were unveiled. Arthur cupped Alfred's face with his hands and kissed the soft lips. He couldn't get enough of Alfred's taste; he's imagined it would taste like those hamburgers he always ate that's why he was always a little reluctant to kiss him, but to his surprise it almost tasted like coffee.
Arthur lifted Alfred's hands a little enough for his hands to intertwine with the bigger man's. He wrapped his legs around Alfred's waist and was penetrated by Alfred's once more erected member. Arthur gave out erotic hahs, though it hurt him a little bit, the pain was subdued when the pleasure kicked in. Alfred was carrying all his weight on his knees as to not crush Arthur's hands, but the British man was the one squeezing his hands with surprising force. Alfred kept his pace until he saw Arthur's face that he now conducted was his climaxing face, upon seeing this he started going faster and faster.
"M-Mr. Jones I-"
"I think we're waaay past Mr. Jones."
"Oh, yes. Al- Alfred!" Arthur said and shot out his seed all on his stomach, some his chin, and on Alfred's abs as well. Seeing the soiled Brit made Alfred also release once again inside of Arthur. Alfred rolled over on his back, his chest quickly going up and down with heavy breathing. Arthur got up and got his wash rag to clean them both off. Once he was finished, he lied down next to Alfred; he wove their fingers together again and began playing with the fingers of the larger hand. Alfred smiled, watching Arthur amuse himself with his fingers.
"Damn, we still need to pick up all those books that fell, huh?" Alfred said, not wanting to do anything but just lay there with his lover.
"That can wait until later. I think we both deserve a nap." Arthur rolled his back to Alfred's front, and Alfred put his arms around the warm British man. He nuzzled into the blonde hair and fell asleep.
That night, Alfred dreamed of Arthur and him sitting on a couch, cuddled up together. He wrapped one arm around Arthur's shoulder and Arthur gave him a kiss that he returned.
"Daddy, get a room!" said a small, baby girl. No older than 4 years old.
"I'm sorry; it's just that when I look at Mommy, I forget there are any people around." Alfred replied.
Arthur stood and guided Alfred over to either side of the child.
"Or did you want kisses, too?" Arthur said and at the same time, the blondes gave small kisses to the soft cheeks. The small child gave out lots of giggles, but the kisses did not stop. Then the little girl took Arthur's face and kissed him.
"Hey, I want to do that to!" Alfred said and kissed Arthur the same way the child did.
"Now Daddy's turn for kisses!" and Alfred was kissed by the girl like she kissed Arthur.
"Yes, Daddy needs kisses, too." Arthur said and kissed Alfred. Once separated, they looked to the child and all exploded with hearty laughter.
Alfred returned to reality and watched Arthur bring in two mugs of coffee.
Standing in the doorway, Arthur said "Good morning" with a big smile. He handed the mug to Alfred and sat on the edge of the bed, close to the American. Alfred sat up and gave Arthur a sweet kiss. He kept his hand on Arthur's cheek for a long time, and just stared into his eyes, smiling.
"Wh-what is it?" Arthur said blushing.
"Oh, nothing." He said and drank his coffee.
Awwww :3 Wasn't that sweet?
Thank you all for the comments and favorites, they mean sooo much to me. It makes it worth staying up so late, worth it! 3
Once again from the top! I don't own Hetalia nor the characters used. Neither do I claim to, just the story above. I need sleep.
