okay! so this is a very long alternate view of chapter 3 "beg for me" it is rated M for smut . one of the plot bunnies that postponed updating "I will always return". I MIGHT write one from Alfred's POV later on the leading's up to the awefulness. I still consider this Matts bad behavior. he knew Francis had feelings for him and he still let him have hope even when he knew he didn't have feelings for him! though, Arthur's behavior is worse.

Francis's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the clock. it was 3pm on a Wednesday.. who on earth could be at the door? most people he knew were either working or sleeping and his guests never showed up unannounced. He heaved a sigh and raised from the desk chair where he was working. he lifted the latch over the peep-hole looking out, his eyes widened and he flung the door opened. The young Canadian man stood on his front step, bag in his hands, tear stains on his cheeks more of the salty liquid pooling in his violet down turned eyes. "Hi Francis.." his voice quivered.

Francis snapped out of his shock and shook his head slightly "Matthieu? are you okay? come on inside mon cher" he took the bag from the young blonde and stepped aside to let him in.

"th-thankyou" his voice was thick and choked.

Francis steered the man to the couch in his living room and went to the kitchen "coffee?" he looked over the mess of a boy. "or perhaps some wine? he received a choked sound that pulled at his heart and a small nod. Francis pulled out a bottle of red from his wine cooler and two glasses bringing it out to the living room. He sat down next to Matthew and opened the bottle pouring the two glasses, handing one over. "What's happened Matthieu?"

he watched as Matthew nursed the wine glass between his hands. his over sized sweater covered half of his hands, he still wore a pair of dress pants from his work. had he even been home yet? why wasn't he at work? the strawberry blonde took a greedy gulp of wine, tears starting to spill over his fair lashes. "I decided to pick up some chinese and go home for lunch… surprise Arthur with it, have a bit more time together… I had been working late and… " his voice caught and he took another large sip. "I came in the door, and he was there.. on our couch.. but he was… he was with… " Francis couldn't hear after that… the last word trailing off into a whisper

"Desole sweet, I didn't catch that"

Violet eyes looked up into his, his cheeks burning red with humiliation "He was fucking my brother on our couch " the man's breathing quickened, anger entered his eyes along side the hurt "Right there, in full view of the front door! both of them moaning like fucking porn stars. My brother! of all the.. why.. I.. " he dissolved into sobs.

Francis took the wine glass putting them both on the table and wrapped his arms around the shaking blonde. Matthew clung to him burying his face against the soft blue sweater Francis wore. Francis placed his lips against the soft blonde curls and muttered words of comfort in french.

they stayed that way for an hour before Matthew could calm himself. he pulled back slowly, face red with embarrassment, he hiccoughed and sniffled. "I.. I'm sorry… i just.. I didn't know where to go… I can't go back there. What am I suppose to do?"

"You're suppose to stay here and let yourself recover of course." the frenchman smiled fondly down at the canadian. "you're welcome to the guest room for as long as you need." this earned a small smile and a whispered thankyou.

Francis shouldn't be so happy about this. he tried to hide it. He was of course upset that Matthew had been hurt, he could kill that moron for making him cry, but a part of him was celebrating. Francis had been in love with Matthew for years. when they had met in college Francis had tried to woo him, but Arthur had won over. It caused a bitter rivalry between the men, which proved awkward when they both wound up working at the same publishing firm. Francis had hated watching Arthur bringing Matthew to every company party, the arm slung lazily around the smaller mans shoulder, the kisses on the cheek making him turn that delicious shade of red… every time he would see him he would wink and tell Matthew if he ever decided the eyebrows were getting too overwhelming he could always come stay with Francis. Matthew would blush and laugh it off, Arthur would glare and Francis would smile with hate and jealousy filling his eyes at that bastard.

And now here Matthew was here for the worst reason. Francis carried Matthews things to the guest room at the end of the hall, then excused himself to start dinner. When he was out of sight his temper flared. he didn't understand how someone could throw away a sweet thing like Matthew… especially not for the boys twin. Alfred was loud, obnoxious, rude, he had little class and less brain. maybe that was harsh.. he was a scientist… but that didn't make him any less dim. The point was still that it made no sense for Arthur to do this. At least, in the end he now had Matthew to himself for a while.

The next day the two men ate breakfast in the kitchen, both dressed for work in their respective offices. Francis only needed to go into the office a few times a week, he did better work from home, but today he was hoping to run into that british moron, giving him a piece of his mind. Matt smiled sheepishly and gave a little wave before heading out to his car to headed to work. Francis smiled and watched him walk away with great what you want, Hockey had given that man a killer ass.

Francis arrived at the office and hour later, he headed to his office and found it wasn't empty. a rather disheveled looking brit sat on his desk. his eyes moved to avoid the green ones " ! did you lose your way while headed to your office?" he placed his briefcase on the desk and unlatched it pulling out documents he was going to need for the day.

"He went to you didn't he?" the voice was flat.

Francis pushed the hair that hung out of his hair tie off his face. no point in beating around the bush. "yes, he did" his briefcase snapped shut "Is that all you needed?"

"he won't answer my calls." came the grumpy retort.

Francis moved around his desk and sat "I wouldn't expect him too." he adjusted a book in front of him flipping through a few pages. " I'm sure you'd agree you don't exactly deserve the courtesy. now I have work to do, get out." Francis raised his eyes to gave a cold look that didn't invite further conversation.

Arthur stormed out.

xxxxx

the next few days were relatively calm, Francis worked from home mostly. he was sitting on his couch on friday evening, the laptop sitting on the coffee table. His hair was falling out of the red tie he had put it in, his glasses perched on his nose as he read. his feet were bare but he wore a pair of navy dress pants and a soft blue button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he reached over and grabbed the glass of wine beside his laptop taking a sip. his brows furrowed and he reached forward to edit a point in the story he was reviewing.

The door opened and Matt came down the hall and into the living room. he looked irritated. but gave Francis a smile when he spotted him on the couch. "how was your day?" he asked cheerfully.

"mmm it was long, but I'm done for now" he reached forward and closed the lid to his laptop. leaning back on the couch he gave a lazy half smile "what's got you upset?"

"I'm not upset" Matthew said too cheerfully. Francis raised an eyebrow with a 'how stupid do you think i am' look on his face. Matt sighed "Alfred showed up at my work. we got into an argument... my boss is pissed, I've been suspended temporarily… "

"Matthieu… I'm going to venture and say you have not had the best week." Matthew scoffed. francis gave a sympathetic shrug "so, what do you say you let me treat you to dinner out."

Matthew blushed "oh, but… you're already doing so much letting me stay I couldn't…"

Francis stood and glided to the younger man catching his hand and bringing it to his lips, eyes playful, a charming smile playing across his lips "ahhh Matthieu.. It would be my pleasure"

Dinner was perfect. They chatted, they laughed, after the second glass of wine Matt stated flirting. by the time they got back to francis's house they were all over each other.

Francis fumbled with the keys as Matthew leaned against the door pulling the taller man down to his lips. small moans escaped the violet eye'd man's throat, Causing Francis's brain to jumble. finally the key fit in the lock and a strong arm wrapped around the canadians shoulders. the door opened and taller blonde lead him towards the bedroom both pairs of hands reaching for shirt buttons to undo. soon they were at Francis's bed, tipping back, Matthews shirt had been completely removed, the other's shirt open, but still on. delicate fingers of the smaller man tangled in lighter blonde hair pulling the frenchman down to his mouth.

Francis drew a knee up between Matthews legs, gently pushing against the growing hardness. his mouth moved to the smooth pale skin of the other mans neck, kissing and nipping lightly. the sounds it drew were intoxication. he felt fingers on his belt and groaned as they were pushed down, a hand reaching into his boxers and brushing against the hard member before being drawn back, the clink of a second buckle reached his ears. Matthew was eager. To be honest, so was Francis. how many men and women had he brought here trying to drown out this image? too many and now it was here. the thought was dizzying he pulled back and stood grabbing the younger mans pants tugging them off when he raised his hips to help.

Francis stood back once the violet eyed beauty was fully stripped "gorgeous." he slipped off his own pants and boxers and quickly moved to pepper kisses over the now red face below him. his mouth moved down past his neck biting as he went. every time his teeth sunk in it pulled a dizzying moan. Francis paused on his way down on Matthews nipple flicking his tongue and enjoying the gasp. hands were threaded in his hair for an anchor as he got closer to his goal. The mans hard member was twitching in anticipation. smiling the taller blonde nibbled and kissed Matthews thighs earning a whimper "please Francis… I.. I need…"

He looked up smirking at the hungry look in the violet eyes. "What do you /need/ mon cheri?"

Matthew flushed, Francis hovered over the hard cock brushing his lips so lightly against it, it was almost not at all "I need you, oh god please!"

Francis smiled and ran his tongue along the considerably length, he continued the motion and reached towards the bedside table pulling the lube of the drawer. he slicked his fingers and teased the younger mans entrance with one finger causing his breath to hitch. Taking the sensitive head of the mans cock in his mouth he pushed a finger past the ring of muscle. easing it slowly while he adjusted.

Matthews face was burning red and he removed one hand from the blonde hair of his partner to throw the arm over his face as he panted and groaned. more fingers were added and his hips bucked to meet them "mmm you like that mon cher? " Francis pulled away from the swollen member moving up to lay a kiss on the trembling lips. he used his free hand so firmly moved the arm off the mans face, "are you ready for more"

a nod accompanied the drawn out "yes pleeease"

Francis pulled out his fingers and quickly slicked himself up before positioning between Matthews legs. He moved to catch the blushing Blondes mouth in his, forcing his tongue in to explore while he pushed his erection into him. they paused waiting for Matthew to relax not parting their mouths matt hummed in conformation when he was ready. The movements started out slow and steady, but they picked up quickly, soon Matt pulled his mouth away gasping and cursing in french between moans. Francis's own groans joined his he littered kisses all over the exposed neck as they built up. The frenchmans hand moved between them wrapping around Matthews excitement pumping in time to the thrusts. Francis was the first to finish, he bit down on the joining between his neck and shoulder, not a second later he felt the tightening around him "I'm gonna… I'm gonna… Arth-" the name was cut off into a groan but it was enough to figure it out ropes of white shot off covering them both. Francis moved gently milking them both to finish before removing himself and falling to the side.

he looked awkwardly to the side away from Matthew. he wasn't sure what to say. It felt like a dagger was twisting in his stomach.

"I… I'm sorry I don't.. I" The pleading voice caught. Francis looked over and saw a tear sliding down the red face.

he offered a kind smile and moved to kiss away the tear "Do not worry about it Mon cheri." he pulled Matthew against his chest and placed another kiss on the top of his head. He reached for the blankets and covered them "Don't dwell on it." he said almost as much to himself as to the other man. after a few minutes they untangled and went to separate bathrooms to clean up and sleep.

xxxxx

His pride was wounded. so, the next evening he went to the bar. he needed to get away from the house, the day had been awkward in the house with both of them home. he drank and flirted a bit. nothing serious, he wasn't looking to go home with anyone, but a bit of a confidence boost was in order. he was in the middle of charming a young brunette when a voice from behind him completely ruined the mood.

"so, I guess you haven't changed a bit, even if you have him there, you're still here. "

Francis forced a smile at the young women in front of him. "I'm terribly sorry, I have to deal with something, but it had been enchanting…"

Francis stood and turned to regard the sandy haired brit coldly "do not tell me… that you are really here passing judgment on me.. "

the green eyes narrowed " I made a mistake. one mistake, not dozens."

"the mistake you made mon cher" he spat the endearment as an insult " was with his brother"

Ears turned pink on the smaller man. he looked down sourly "I need to talk to him...to explain it"

"non, I won't let you near my house, nor him. he's upset enough without you showing up" Francis grabbed his coat off the chair he was sitting at "If you'll excuse me. I have to get back home, I don't like leaving him to long, he falls apart. " with that final blow he pushed past the man and headed home.

xxxx

It took a few days, but the discomfort between them disappeared. it was broken by a kiss actually. Francis had been going to the bar in the evenings and coming home around midnight. one of these times he came home and was almost tackled by the blonde, his mouth pressed firmly against his. The taste of Maple whiskey and cheap cigarettes mixed with his sweet taste, Francis hungrily returned it, the taste of wine from his own lips mixing as hands grasps each others bodies roughly .

it had progressed wordlessly and they ended up in the bedroom, this time the right name tumbled from Matthews lips, several times. they went for hours until both were unable to do anything but lay in each others arms panting and smiling in the afterglow. they fell asleep like that

The next day was Tuesday and Francis needed to go in to meet with a few authors. he laid a sweet kiss on his little canadian promising to be back after work and left. his good mood was evident in every movement. his meetings all went well. he was gathering his things humming happily when he was greeted with a too familiar face.

"Mr. Kirkland"

"Mr. Bonnefoy"

"Was there something I can help you with? I'm on my way home" his mouth twitched up on the last word.

"I want to speak with him. " Arthur dead panned

"obviously, however I'm sure, if he felt the same way, he would pick up the phone when you called. " came the irritated response

"I…" he trailed off and took a deep breath "I won't give up. I have to see him."

"what you wish to waste your life with is your concern. now if you don't mind, I promised Matthieu I'd be home for dinner. excuse me."

Francis once again pushed past the sandy haired man and went home to Matthew. He was greeted at the door with kisses and dinner was postponed for an hour. he forgot all about Arthur Kirkland.

xxxxx

Francis worked from home the next few days. spending time with Matthew and enjoying every moment. when he noticed Matt wearing the same shirt for the third time that week he insisted on taking him shopping. He paid for everything insisting it was a joy to shower him with presents. they came home and Matthew changed into a new outfit. He would blush everything Francis looked over beaming. Francis didn't think he could recall being happier.

even the canadians little quirks, his love of everything maple, that white polarbear stuffy he had to sleep with, the way he blushed and looked down everytime he was complimented. It all just came across as endearing. The only think he could have done without was the look of heart break every time that damn phone rang…

The next week passed with things falling into routine. every few days Francis would go to the office, he would argue with Arthur, come home, have dinner, have fantastic sex then repeat. it was Monday again in no time and he was headed in again. He placed a lingering kiss on Matthews lips pulling a whimper from him. He smirked and promised he'd be home later

When he got to the office the damn brit was in his office again "this needs to stop arthur" he put his breif case by the door. "you need to stop. "

"I told you I wasn't giving up"

"You're being selfish Arthur." he snapped

"How am I being selfish?! I'm trying to apologize to him!" came the sharp response

Francis glared and start taking steps towards the small man his voice slowly raising in volume as he went" I finally get him to smile, laugh, have some fun " he was in his face "and then /you/ call and his whole face drops." Francis grabbed Arthur's collar "I have to watch his heartbreak over and over because /you/ decide /you/ need to apologize because /you/ feel guilty" he released him and backed up a step, his voice lowering "He'd be happy there with me if you would leave him be." a cruel smirk lined his lips "He's happy enough to forget you every night when the cell phone gets turned off so other things can be turned on"

Crack

Arthur's fist connected with Francis's nose. it really didn't surprise him, but mon dieu it hurt! the brit stormed out of the office leaving the nose bleeding french man standing with his hands cradling his face.

xxxxx

he had to go home and change, he decided to just work from home anyway. he came in the door and got a "your home early!" with a happy smile, that fell quickly. Matt stood in front of him in a pair of silk lounge pants and no shirt, It would have been a perfect lead into the basement if not for the state the taller man was in. Francis offered a sheepish smile looking at the bloodied shirt he wore. "What happened?!"

"errr…" Francis hadn't thought about what to tell him…

realization dawned on the violet eyes "It was Arthur wasn't it?"

"It's nothing mon cheri, really, I'm fine!" he smiled weakly avoiding the question.

"this is my fault… I told him when i left… I said I was just gonna come here when I slammed the door, Oh god.. had he been bothering you this whole week!?" The flustered man pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes "he is too fucking much…"

Francis sighed. " don't worry about it Matthieu, really, I'm-"

"don't say your fine, he's an asshole! I'm going to deal with him." Matts cell was in his hand before Francis could argue. he didn't like this…

he grabbed matt's arm "wait, Matthieu.. lets talk this over first please" his voice was desperate enough to stall the fingers on the phone. "what are you planning on doing exactly?"

Matt bit his lip "I'm going to call him… tell him to meet me at the park and tell him off."

Francis sighed "could I make a request?" Matt looked thoughtful for a second and nodded "If you want to talk with him… at least bring him here… then, if things go south, I'll know you're okay."

Matt looked down and nodded numbly.

Francis went to the bedroom to change as Matthew dialed the phone.

Francis sat in his room chewing on his bottom lip. what was going to happen? what if Matthew decided he wanted to forgive that waste of space… could Francis handle that? was this going to break the younger man all over again? he was mid thought when Matt walked in he silently went to Francis and curled up in his lap. he trailed kissed over the older man trying to comfort him.

Francis smiled down on him and returned the affection softly pressing his mouth to Matthews. feelings of desperation set in and his mouth grew harder, hungry. The canadian did not disappoint, returning the heavy affection. Francis's mouth moved to his neck biting and sucking, leaving new marks to scatter with the old ones from the week. he moaned thinking of how seeing them made him feel. He pushed away the thought that this might be his last time leaving them.

It didn't take long for the doorbell to ring. Francis rested his head against the younger mans shoulder. "pour yourself a glass of wine, light a smoke, try not to get too upset.. I'm right in here if you need me mon cheri. " he gave him one last kiss and watched him walk nervously out.

xxxxx

Francis could hear muffled conversation in the living room. he sat tight. he couldn't make out words… but the tones started off well enough… Matthew was cold and hard, Arthur desperate and begging. it didn't take long for it to turn. Matts voice choked, he was crying. Arthur still weedling. he opened the bedroom door to listen

"Matthew, Pet, Please.. We can move, I'll burn the god damned couch, I'll never speak to your brother again. I'll put in for transfer, we can go to a whole new city just please!" he heard Arthur beg.

he walked silently down the hall and leaned in the doorway from the hall to the living room. Anger bubbled inside him at the state Matthew was in, shaking and sobbing. that was enough…

"I think it's time for you to leave." his voice was hard "you've done enough damage to him, haven't you?" he crossed the living room and wrapped his arms around the man, careful not to catch the still burning cigarette. Matthew buried his face against Francis's chest and sobbed "It's okay mon cheri.. I'm here… I'm right here for you, I'm not going anywhere… I love you"

Arthur gave one last "I'm sorry pet" and left.

they stood in that position for a few minutes... Francis was terrified to move… but he had no choice when he noticed the cigarette that was held off to the side was all ash… he pulled back and took it gently putting it in the ashtray.

he turned and studied the blondes face. it was full of guilt and confusion. his heart sank… he sighed and sat on the couch. head resting in his hands. "you're leaving aren't you?"

Matthews breathing shook and he didn't answer for a moment. Francis closed his eyes painfully. "I'm… I'm sorry… I just… I love him… and.. I can't…" the end of the sentence was left off.. but from the look of pity filling the violet eyes he knew the missing words were 'love you'

Francis heaved a sigh and nodded. "well.. at least I got to pretend for a brief time. "

" I'll… I'm gonna pay you back! for.. for everything!"

Francis held up a hand to stop him and smiled sadly "no mon cheri… I don't have need for the money.. it was spent making memories and I wouldn't trade those…."

he stood and wrapped his arms around the smaller man kissing him lightly on the top of his head "you should get going… before the moron does something stupid.. but know, If he ever hurts you again, I won't hold back, and you're welcome to run to me if you ever need. "

"Francis…"

He pulled away and cleared his throat, forcing a smile. "I'm just gonna...don't worry about the door.. I'll lock it after. " he went into his room closing the door praying he wouldn't have to hear the door click as the man he loved left.