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Warning: This chapter contains sexual themes and some violence~

Chapter 6

A soft gasp slipped past Francis' virgin lips as Arthur ran his rough hand up his inner thigh, rubbing the delicate skin with his thumb and claiming Francis' lips over and over. Arthur leaned over him, naked and stunning as he entered Francis, and the Parisian boy felt no pain, only an intoxicating pleasure as Arthur moved deep within him.

Francis let out a long, drawn-out moan, lolling his head back as Arthur began pressing fervent kisses to his jaw and neck, covering him in possessive hickeys. Francis ran his hands over Arthur's chest, feeling the muscles the Englishman often covered modestly, but he was so astonishingly attractive, and Francis loved every second of Arthur's attention.

Arthur moved deeper, faster, harder, making Francis scream out in pleasure, and he got closer and closer, feeling as though he would burst, when suddenly –

Francis jolted awake, panting and feeling very uncomfortable, and he realised he had had yet another highly inappropriate dream about his guardian. He gingerly slid out of the bed, needing to deal with the issue that had arisen from his dream, and he padded over to his bathroom, running a bath and locking the bathroom door so that Arthur would not be any the wiser about what Francis had experienced.

He stripped and stepped into the warm bath, letting out a groan as he tried to will his problem away, but he vaguely wondered when he had started thinking about his guardian this way. Francis knew it had started sometime after reading that forbidden book, and now he knew why Arthur had made it out of bounds to him.

Francis let out a sigh, resting his head on the back of the bathtub as he gave in, slowly beginning to stroke himself and thinking of Arthur, and he let out soft, shaky groans of pleasure, imagining Arthur's touch replacing his own.

XxX

The vampire sat downstairs, wondering what was taking Francis so long. Usually at this time of morning he would be making breakfast, his delicious body swaying enticingly to the music he would make up in his head and hum to. It was one of Arthur's favourite times of day, as Francis was such a beautiful, carefree boy, and when he cooked he had not a care in the world.

Arthur let out a soft growl, drumming his fingers in an impatient rhythm on the polished wooden breakfast table, hating to be deprived of watching his Parisian boy flaunt himself around the kitchen, and after a moment he stood, leaving the kitchen and silently making his way towards the stairs, but he stopped suddenly.

A very enticing and delicious scent was coming from Francis' bedroom, and Arthur let out a groan as he gripped the bannister, inhaling it for a moment but it was rather faint. He quickly ascended the stairs, his footsteps light and quick as he all but ran to Francis' bedroom. The vampire paused outside the bedroom door, listening carefully and he heard Francis in his bathroom, so he smirked, entering the bedroom silently and approaching the bathroom door, but he did not enter.

He simply stood and listened to the soft moans he heard, closing his eyes and inhaling the wonderful scent which he now identified as Francis' arousal. He gripped the doorframe slightly, trying to resist the urge to break down the door and have Francis then and there, and he noticed immediately when Francis let out a sudden gasping moan, and Arthur could smell his release. It was the most enticing scent he had ever sensed from his Parisian boy, and the vampire had to exercise a great amount of self-control to retreat from the door.

By the time Francis opened the bathroom door, his bedroom was empty, and the beautiful boy was unaware of how close he had come to being taken roughly by a desire-fuelled vampire.

XxX

Something had to be done. Francis was driving Arthur positively insane with his hormonal scents and beautiful appearance, and Arthur wanted him more than anything. But he had to keep reminding himself that Francis was still just a boy, after all, and he could not just claim him like that.

The vampire had taken care of Francis for so long now that he felt he could not just do as he pleased with the boy. He cared about him, which Arthur would never admit openly, of course, but he cherished Francis and wanted more than anything for his love to be returned, but in a way that was willing and natural, not forced.

But it was getting harder and harder to maintain his composure around the boy. Francis' scent alone was intoxicating, his voice a melody and his body so beautiful – he was perfection. And Arthur wanted to defile him.

Arthur watched Francis with a predatory gaze as the Parisian boy rushed about the kitchen, putting together something to serve as a late breakfast for them both due to the unexpected delay earlier. Francis had apologised, saying that he overslept, and Arthur had accepted the answer even though he was incredibly aware of what Francis had really been doing.

The boy was so enticing, the way he tucked his blonde hair behind his ear a little impatiently to keep it out of the way made Arthur want to run his cold fingers through those golden locks. The way he would stretch and look out of the window caused the vampire to suppress the urge to wrap his strong arms around that slender waist and slip a hand up under the boy's shirt.

Arthur looked away, drumming his fingers on the table again impatiently as he was restless and he wanted any type of distraction to come his way; anything to stop him from pouncing on the Parisian boy like he so desired to.

"Here we are~" came Francis' beautiful, melodic voice, and Arthur blinked, looking up to see he was standing with two plates of food. "I'm sorry about the wait…" he blushed so cutely that Arthur had to fight to suppress a growl that crept up into his throat.

"It's quite alright." The vampire managed instead, focusing on devouring the food Francis put in front of him to ward of his unwanted thoughts, and he did not even pay attention to what he was eating.

Francis sat opposite him, eating more slowly, but Arthur had seemed a bit 'off' recently, and Francis assumed he had done something wrong. He watched the vampire angrily chew his food, wondering if perhaps Arthur did not like it.

"Um…is the food alright, Arthur?" he asked after a few moments of listening to cutlery scraping against crockery.

Arthur paused, looking at Francis and he realised he was behaving somewhat strangely. He sat up a little straighter, nodding. "It is simply so delicious I cannot get enough of it…Is there any more?" he lied, but his expression softened as Francis gave Arthur half of his own portion, having only made enough for the two of them.

"Oh…Thank you, love." Arthur smiled softly, watching Francis shrug and blush.

"I'm glad you like it…." The Parisian boy went back to eating, the blush still spreading across his cheeks as he could feel Arthur watching him, and he rather liked having his guardian's attention.

The two continued to eat quietly, though both were plagued with inappropriate thoughts of the other.

XxX

It had been a few days since Arthur realised how much he wanted Francis, and by now he was struggling to keep control of the situation. He had decided that until Francis came of proper age, Arthur should keep a suitable distance between them, but it was so hard. Francis' intoxicating, hormonal scent was everywhere, and Arthur caught himself inhaling it from cushions on the sofa where Francis would have been sat reading only an hour before.

He wanted his blood, he wanted his body. He wanted Francis. More than anything.

The vampire had taken to residing in his study, sipping the blood of a drunk and letting the high alcoholic content of the blood relax him somewhat. He sipped the blood from an elegant wine glass, so that Francis would not grow suspicious of the red liquid, he would merely assume it to be wine if he saw it. Arthur kept the wine in a crystal decanter in a cabinet across his study, as the blood of an alcoholic was as nice as fresh blood if properly preserved. Arthur had learned these things in his long life.

A gentle knock on the polished wooden door of his study brought Arthur out of his thoughts, and he hummed. "Come in."

The door opened, and Francis entered, his hair loose and brushed so it fell about his shoulders beautifully. His clothes were casual but they suited his figure delectably, and his bright blue eyes sparkled so innocently. Arthur gripped his wine glass slightly tighter upon seeing him.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, Arthur…" he began, his lips soft and plump and waiting to be bruised and claimed.

"Not at all. What can I do for you, darling?" the vampire asked, managing to keep the growl out of his voice. He had to be the perfect gentleman to Francis. He could not afford to scare him away.

Francis nibbled his unblemished lower lip, looking a little nervous. "I…Have I done something to upset you?" he asked, his eyes wide and searching.

Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow, keeping his emerald eyes trained on Francis' face to keep them from wandering all over his delicious body, but even Francis' face was incredible. His slender neck, his sharp jawline, his defined cheekbones, his groomed eyebrows, his long eyelashes…

"What?" Arthur blinked, bringing himself back to focus on Francis' words. "Of course not, love. What has made you think that?" he beckoned him closer, thinking he could trust himself.

Francis came over obediently, perching on the arm of Arthur's chair and Arthur was itching to touch him, hold him, have him –

"You seem to not want to be around me anymore…Have I done something wrong? Do you not like my company anymore?" Francis seemed rather upset, and Arthur couldn't help himself, placing a gentle hand on Francis' pale cheek.

"That's not it at all, sweetheart. Of course, I want to be around you…I just have a lot of work to do, and you're the perfect little distraction~" Arthur smiled, hearing the blood pumping through Francis' veins and it pumped a little faster as the boy blushed.

Francis leaned into Arthur's touch a little, blushing at being so close to his guardian. "I thought…maybe I was annoying you…" he mumbled, his gaze lowering a little in shame and his eyelashes stroked his cheeks innocently.

The vampire licked his lips slightly, as Francis was so incredibly enticing without even knowing it. "Now why would you ever think that, hm?" he purred, going against his better judgement and resting one hand on Francis' delicate hip. "You do many things to me, Francis…But you never annoy me~"

Francis blinked and blushed darker as he felt the contact and he realised the meaning behind Arthur's words, but he met the vampire's emerald gaze, and his breath hitched. Without thinking or realising just how much danger he may be in, Francis leaned down, connecting their lips in a soft, innocent kiss. Arthur's lips were cold and rough, but Francis loved it.

Arthur widened his eyes, and before he could realise what was happening, he returned the kiss deeply and roughly, snaking his arms around Francis' waist and pulling him close against his chest, nipping at his lower lip with his fangs.

Francis let out a gasp of pain as Arthur drew blood, but he couldn't pull back as Arthur had a strong hand on his back, pushing him closer. This wasn't right, Francis had expected Arthur to be soft and gentle and loving. But he was being too rough, too strong, and Francis felt afraid as Arthur suddenly launched them from the chair, trapping Francis against his neat desk instead, bending him backwards over it almost painfully as he kissed him deeper.

Francis let out a whimper, his slender hands trying to push against Arthur's chest, trying to make him stop. But the vampire was relentless, one hand groping Francis' thigh as he had waited for this for so long.

The human part of Arthur seemed to realise that Francis was still too young though, and he suddenly pulled back, seeing that Francis was crying, and he hated himself. He turned away from Francis with a growl.

"Go to your room." He murmured, clenching his fists and closing his eyes as he struggled with his desire for the delectable boy.

Francis stayed where he was, thinking he had messed up and now Arthur didn't want him anymore, and he let out a sob. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to – "

"Get out!" Arthur thundered in a threatening growl, slamming his fist against the wall had enough to crack the brick underneath the wallpaper.

Francis squeaked, fleeing the room and Arthur could smell the scent of his fear. Francis ran up to his room, slamming the door and locking it, before curling up in the corner of his room, trembling and sobbing.

Arthur finally calmed down enough to realise what he had done, and guilt flooded him. He had gone too far, scaring the boy. Now Francis would never trust him or want to willingly be with him. All those years of being patient and loving had just been thrown away for the sake of one kiss.

The vampire let out a howl of rage and self-hatred, taking his anger out on the inanimate objects of his study, smashing glass and cracking wood, knowing he could not take back his actions now.

A/N: Oooh drama llama XD So, thoughts on this chapter?

Also please check out the story 'Take On Me' by Copperbell111, it is based on an rp between myself and Copperbell111 and it is about Francis Bonnefoy, a comic book artist, who gets dragged into his comic book world to live his fantasies of being with Arthur. It is based on the music video of 'Take On Me' by A-HA. Check it out!~

Please review and let me know what you think Francis will think of his beloved guardian now?

And what do you think of Arthur losing control?

Love you all x