A/N: Before anything else, there is quite descriptive smut, a.k.a sex, in this chapter, ye be warned. ;) I am sorry for the wait, things have been crazy in RL and I've had very little time to sit down and write.
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And so they spent days and weeks, secret meetings turning heated, deep in the secluded forest. Arthur would be free to go every time Alfred was away, no one ever questioned him. Francis was a king, so Arthur just assumed that he didn't get in trouble either. Even if he did, he was not telling Arthur of it, neither did it disturb their time together.
Though one night, a maid was being especially tiring, constantly demanding his opinion on trivial things as he was trying, as carefully as possible, to get ready for his rendezvous to the forest.
When he finally got away, the sun had almost set beneath the horizon, and the garden, the forest and the trail leading to the glade laid bathed in darkness. Still his feet knew the way and the trusty lantern in his hand showered light upon the scene before him. Francis was already there, of course, his golden hair and blue eyes reflecting the warm light as Arthur closed in on the man.
"Awfully late today, Arthur." The first names were becoming a habit, a habit Arthur didn't really like to admit to having, even less enjoying.
"You could stand to wait, Francis."
"But the sun has long set," Francis turned his body towards Arthur. "How am I to see your lovely face in this complete and utter darkness?"
"Stop being so ridiculous," Arthur snapped and looked around. It was getting terribly dark, and it did cause him a bit of unwanted dismay not to be able to regard Francis in all his glory. "It is getting a bit dark, though. I wouldn't want you to get lost on your way home."
"What are you proposing?" Francis asked, stepping closer, his hand finding Arthur's on the lantern. Arthur's green eyes, laced with uncertainty, met Francis' blue ones, seductive and deep. The butterflies that had nested in Arthur's stomach for the last couple of weeks were fluttering desperately as Francis watched him with interest.
"What I am proposing," Arthur said slowly, battling with his body to keep his heart from racing and his breathing to quicken when he felt Francis' hot breath on his face, "Is for you to spend the night at the castle."
Francis smirked. He let his hand run up Arthur's hand, arm and neck to at last rest on his cheek, thumb stroking over his lower lip. Arthur's breath hitched as Francis got so close that he was almost too close, radiating with heat and electricity.
Bringing his other hand to Arthur's face, his breath flitting over Arthur's skin and his lips almost touched Arthur's as he spoke in the slightest murmur, "I accept."
Arthur shivered and his fingers tightened involuntarily around the handle of the lantern. His other hand gripped at Francis' heavy coat and he pressed his lips firmly to the king's. The kiss quickly turned heated, with tongues and lips sliding and pressing to get closer yet.
As Francis' hands found their way to Arthur's hips, and pushed against him, Arthur moaned quietly and sucked Francis' lip into his mouth.
"Getting carried away, dear?" Francis murmured and let a light hand run over the front of Arthur's pants.
It was as if everything happened all at once from that point forward. Francis' gleaming eyes sought out Arthur's and Arthur grabbed him by the hand, ignoring the carefree laughter that sounded as the duo walked together, hurried, along the trail that led back to the castle of Spades.
"No one will see us?" Francis whispered, creeping close and running hands over Arthur's chest as they reached the grand garden. The queen swallowed heavily and suppressed a sigh of pleasure, trying to keep his head clear long enough for them to reach the bedroom.
"No. The staff are not allowed out of their quarters at this time."
"And Alfred?"
"I do not meet you when he is home."
"True," Francis murmured and kissed Arthur.
They entered through a small side door that Arthur claimed to be a shortcut that guaranteed that the maids wouldn't spot them. Francis just smiled at him before he pushed him against the wall inside to kiss him hard. The desire in the pit of Arthur's stomach spiked once again and he pressed back against Francis as the man wedged a knee between his thighs.
Throwing his head back, Arthur broke the kiss with a gasp.
"Stop it," he said, mouth pressed against the side of Francis' face. "The bedroom is down the hall."
"Lead the way, my queen."
An almost feline grin spread over Francis' face as Arthur once again grabbed him by the wrist to drag him to their final destination.
Inside the safe confines of the bedroom of the queen and king of Spades, there were no thoughts of the possibility that maybe, maybe, there had been someone in the hallway not accounted for, a servant straying in the night.
When coats and boots were lost and Arthur pushed Francis down on the unnecessarily large bed, all he could see was Francis, tan skin and golden hair against rich dark blue, satin sheets; all he could hear was Francis' deep laughter; all he could feel was the desire, the want pumping through him; and all he could think of was the things they'd do, until night turned to morning.
Straddling the king, leaning down over him to press a kiss to full lips, Arthur felt the unmistakable evidence of Francis' matching feelings off passion poking through well-pressed, pristine pants. The smirk and proud chuckle turned into a moan, low and rumbling in his chest, as Francis ran his hands over Arthur's back and ass, kneading and squeezing.
"Is this your king's bed?" Francis murmured as he sat up to press hurried kisses along Arthur's collarbone.
"Mm, it's our bed, yes."
"How does it feel," Francis pressed as his hands searched beneath layers of clothing, for the soft skin and hard cock that was hidden underneath. "To be with me, with his scent all around us?"
Feeling Francis warm hand wrap around his cock, Arthur moaned, unable to find the words to answer the king of Diamonds' vulgar question. He wrapped his arms around Francis neck and buried his face in fair hair as one of the king's hands stroked him vigorously while the other squeezed his behind, pressing him closer to that warm body.
"Fraa- Francis-" Arthur gasped and fumbled with the first buttons of Francis golden shirt, fingers not doing as they were told when his brains were muddled with the sweet agony of Francis fingers on his skin, stroking and squeezing and bringing him higher with each moment that passed by. "C-clothes, Fr-"
"Hm?" Francis pressed a soft kiss to Arthur's Adam's apple and leaned back, releasing Arthur in favor for regarding him silently. The queen took two long, slow breaths, his green eyes half-lidded and hazy as he met Francis' electric gaze. Not saying anything else, he continued with the small buttons of Francis' shirt, with every flick of fingers revealing more tanned skin littered with soft, fair hairs.
When the entirety of Francis' broad, well-built chest was exposed before his eyes, Arthur immediately felt embarrassed in getting nude himself, scared to look pale and slight next to this Adonis of a man that was sprawled on the sheets. Francis seemed to notice – because like always, he found a way into Arthur's mind – and squeezed his thigh softly.
"I want to see you, beautiful." His hands slid up Arthur's slim legs, over his bony hips and in under the midnight blue shirt. "Show me?"
"I'm not beautiful," Arthur argued, but still he let the buttons slide through the holes in the fabric, and the shirt soon fell open, revealing pale skin stretched over bones and slender muscles. Francis ran his hands over Arthur's chest, tracing the lines of his ribs and pinching the pink nipples softly.
"Oh, but you are. A bit unrefined, but beautiful nonetheless."
"Shut up."
A chuckle escaped Francis' lips and he sat up, murmuring against Arthur's lips before kissing him again; "Now, if only the inside was as pretty."
Once again, Arthur was swept away by the king's tender kisses, skillful tongue teasing its way into his mouth, engaging an an erotic dance, in perfect harmony.
No, no, no, he shouldn't be this captivated by this bastard, this gorgeous man, with a silver tongue and a dark mind to contrast. He placed his hands on Francis shoulders, pressing him down on the blue sheets. His skin so golden, his eyes so blue, he looked like an angel from the high heavens that had crashed into the darkness, into the blues and blacks and silvers of this room that belonged to someone else – and into the arms of a man who also belonged to someone else.
Arthur let his hands caress Francis' cheeks and neck, nails rasping softly down his torso, over nipples that where erect in the chilly night, and down to the trail of soft hairs that disappeared under the lining on his pants.
"Enjoying the view?" Francis interrupted, obviously liking to ruin nice moments like this one with comments that were embarrassing and annoying.
"No. Be quiet."
"No?" Francis once again grabbed Arthur's crotch, this time harder, more fully. "This here tells me differently."
The desperate efforts Arthur made to keep quiet seemed pointless as Francis' fingers played over his skin, as Francis' voice filled his ears, as Francis' soul invaded his, setting everything he knew on fire. He moaned shamelessly, arching his back, pressing his erection against Francis.
"Okay," Arthur breathed. "Maybe a little." He trailed his fingers through Francis' long hair as it created a halo around his head where he laid on the dark sheets of the large bed. Smiling softly, he leaned down to kiss Francis again, closing his eyes to just get caught up in the moment and the feelings.
No more than mere moments passed, kisses turned harsh and passionate, and soon the two were sprawled on the bed, naked as the day they were born. Francis, with his lean muscles, built chest and long curved cock, laid back against deep blue, straddled by Arthur, skinny and pale, piercing green eyes burning for Francis.
Long, slender fingers trailed up Arthur's body to poke at his lips. Eagerly, Arthur took them into his mouth, licking and sucking until they were wet and Francis groaned beneath him. Bringing his fingers back to Arthur's ass, he spread him open and pushed a slick finger into him. Arthur gasped and clung to Francis' shoulders, lips finding his neck, sucking and kissing and licking as Francis added another finger, stretching his tight hole.
"Ready for me, love?" Francis voice was deep, smoky, and laced with something so toxic, so sexual, and Arthur was not sure what was up and down anymore.
"Hn," he groaned out, bracing his arms against Francis' chest. "D-on't call me th-that."
Once again, a smile flashed over Francis' face, and he brought Arthur down over him, around him. A pain sharper than he was used to flashed through Arthur's body. Francis was bigger than Alfred, filling him in new ways as he pushed inside. Still Arthur cried out when Francis, scalding hot and gorgeous, hit that something inside him that made him think that he couldn't take the pleasure any longer. The king's arms were around him in a second, holding him close to his chest and stroking his hair as he slowly slid his cock out, only to push into Arthur again, drawing another moan from the queen of Spades.
"Why not, love?"
Arthur couldn't remember what Francis was asking, not when his head was this fuzzy, and instead of answering, he pushed through the sweet agony, pressing Francis into the mattress, grinding down against him. He took over control, hands on Francis shoulders, hips moving slowly up and down despite Francis' attempts to push him into a faster pace with heavy hands in his hips.
The king's breathing was becoming ragged and the small, deep moans that slipped from that mouth blended with Arthur's shriller, more desperate ones and created a wonderfully obscene melody of sex and desire that echoed against the stone walls of the castle. It was only one on many things that at last turned Arthur's vision white and his body rigid as he came harder than he had in a long, long time.
Francis followed soon after, emptying his release deep inside Arthur with a long moan and a hard squeeze on Arthur's hips. The queen leaned down to kiss him, more gentle than he ever had before, the hazy afterglow making displays of affection easier.
Instead of laying down to sleep when Arthur slid off him and flopped down at his side, Francis leaned over Arthur's body, pressing feather light kisses over his shoulder and neck.
Arthur felt the smirk against his jaw, and was not surprised when Francis' hand traced over his thigh and a deep voice whispered; "Round two?"
Smiling, he kissed Francis and threw his arms around his neck.
...
When the early morning light seeped in through the large windows, Francis kissed Arthur's lips, lingering for a few moments, not wanting to go, knowing that he had to.
"I trust you will find your way out," Arthur muttered, burying his face in the pillows, not looking at Francis as the king made his way across the floor to find his clothes carelessly thrown across the bed and the floor.
"Yes, I suppose I do."
"And you are not to be seen."
"Please. That's the least of my worries," Francis sighed as he buttoned his shirt, tucking it into his pants before running fingers through his hair, trying to undo the worst tangles.
"Is that so?"
"Do you not think I'm missed at home?"
"I think you're good enough a liar to deal with it."
Francis snorted, "Glad you think so highly of me."
Arthur made a grimace and raised his hand in a come-hither gesture. When Francis stood before him, he grabbed his shirt to pull him down to his level, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. When he pulled away, Francis raised an eyebrow, looking at him with an intense gaze.
"My, my, you seem awfully affectionate. Is it the sex?"
Pressing his face into the pillows again to hide an oncoming blush, Arthur murmured; "Certainly isn't your personality."
Francis chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Goodbye, love."
...
Alfred arrived home that same afternoon. Tousled hair and bright eyes met Arthur at the gates and the king of Spades scooped his queen into his arms, lifting him into a bone-crushing embrace with strong arms.
"Missed me?" he cheerfully asked, after having showered Arthur's cheeks, nose, forehead and lips with sweet, innocent, happy kisses. Arthur just smiled, trying to act normal when Alfred kissed him, as if nothing was different, as if he still was everything that Alfred expected him to be.
"My queen. My dear queen. I've missed you," Alfred murmured into Arthur's hair as he hugged him close.
Alfred was warm, but Francis was warmer, and Arthur wondered what he had gotten himself into.
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