A/N: There is a FrUk lemon in this chapter.
The heart of Kirkland Institute was within its'master's own office. Within its walls, important decisions related to the institute were made. Some of the decisions regarding the affairs of the institute were not always made with a sober mind. Arthur was what some might consider a functional drunk. He was able to hide his "lunch breaks" at the bar down the road from staff and the inmates by hiding in his office after lunch. The only ones who knew about his drinking problem in the building were Francis and Alfred. He was still able to keep the institute running adequately without too many problems. However, running a private prison-type institution wasn't a cake walk.
Arthur sat in front of the neverending paperwork of taxes and finances for the month. God, he hated this part of the job. Luckily, he made enough a year to be comfortable, financially. He peered over the paperwork to Francis loitering in his office. Oh great! What does the wanton pervert want now? I'm busy!
"Go away, Pepe la Pew. I'm far too busy today," Arthur grumbled, taking a sip of his tea, switching his attention to the progress the inmates were making. This seemed to be a regular occurrence. Arthur would switch his attention back and forth from one issue to the next. Surprisingly, he was able to get tasks done better that way.
Francis smirked and lifted up his own shirt slightly, allowing Arthur to get a glimpse of the white smooth skin. "What's wrong, Arthur? Are you still sullen over that little lost lamb of yours? You've got to try to forgive him some time. Holding that much anger towards him isn't going to help you or him in the long run."
"Tell me how to then," Arthur felt Francis move closer to him and wrap his arms around the Brit's slender waist, "I'm have to deal with trying to counsel both of my kids at the moment. Counseling complete bloody strangers are fine and all, but how do you counsel your own fucking kids? Both of my kids, one is a sodding rapist and the other is a rape victim. Matthew still won't get over the fact that it was Alfred who raped him and wants to come here to see him. Over my dead body that I'll even think of allowing that!"
Arthur continued to rant, haughtily, "What kind of fucking parent am I that something like that happened? Was there something that I bloody did when Alfred was a child for him to end up here? I never molested the boy. I never even laid a hand on him. I tried to give him the world, but he still rebelled against me when he was a teenager and still does it to this day. When he got arrested, that was the final straw. He's on his own!"
Francis sat on the floor with his legs spread. He patted the empty space between his thighs, eyeing Arthur. The Brit sighed and hesitantly sat down beside Francis, in between the Frenchman's legs. He mumbled "fucking pervert" at Francis, which caused Francis to snort, "mon petit ami that is what I'm talking about. Use some of your knowledge from studying sexual predators, victims, and their families and apply it to your situation. If you don't, you're not going to help Matthew, Alfred, or yourself. Have you spoken to another professional about it?"
"No," Arthur folded his arms, "I refuse to. I don't need a shrink telling me that I have a problem, because I bloody hell don't!" Arthur felt Francis wrap his arms around Arthur's slender waist. A bearded chin rested upon his shoulder. Arthur relaxed against Francis' warm touch.
Their secret rendezvous were an almost regular occurrence. Arthur would vent his problems out to Francis, Francis would listen and talk with him, they would fool around, and they would fuck. Arthur chalked it up to him being a lonely man and Francis, well, being Francis. He did feel an attraction and a particular bond with the Parisian, but they sometimes butted heads over the most insignificant matters. Such was their relationship.
"Alfred also has himself a boyfriend here," Arthur's face twisted with disgust, "I caught him with your German friend." A special emphasis was added to the word `your.'
Francis smirked, "and what's so terrible about your son finding someone that makes him happy?"
"I can't stand the thought of them together. I thought I raised Alfred to have better tastes then that, but apparently the git just wants to do things his own way without any input from me and what I've taught him," Arthur grimaced.
Francis placed light nips upon green-eyed man's shoulder. "So which part of that upsets you more? Alfred wanting a romantic relationship with him or Alfred enticed into the lustful embrace of his new amant allemande?"
"Which one do you think?" Arthur spat, venomously.
Francis' face quickly changed to a devilish, lustful grin, "I've heard that the Germans are into some pretty bizarre sexual practices. I've had a couple of German business men in my bed before. One wanted to gag me while he entered me without any preparation and had a knack for choking me when he thrust his hard, thick manhood inside of me. Can you imagine that being done to Alfred?"
"That's disgusting!" Arthur slapped away the hand that was reaching towards his groin, "You're sick! Alfred is my son, you twisted, lecherous snake!"
"That's such a cruel thing to say," Francis sniffled with mock offense, "I'm a saint!"
Arthur turned to glare at him, "Compared to whom? Marquis De Sade?"
"You can't change the fact that your adoptive son is now a man and has the same desires as one." Francis purred seductively as he sucked lightly onto Arthur's nape, "he might even have his adoptive father's desires of having a well-equipped man tending to his sexual urges."
Slapping Francis in the face seemed like a good idea to Arthur, but he was quickly falling prey to Francis' seduction. Francis could even be reciting a grocery list in the same type of seductive voice and Arthur would still feel weak in the knees. He turned towards the man that he wanted to hit just a second ago and pressed his lips against Francis' own. Francis' soft velvet lips and facial hair tickled against his skin. Arthur nervously glanced over at the door to see if Francis locked it before he came in. When he realized that it was, he turned facing Francis, kissing him hungrily, straddling Francis' legs. "I want to make this quick," Arthur said between breathes, "I've got quite a bit to do today."
"Of course," Francis smirked, as he deftly unbuttoned Arthur's shirt and his pants. The smooth skin of the Brit was his to own and to devour. To him, the Brit was like fine aged wine in a tacky bottle; once he got past the man's eyebrows, cheap suits, and bitter attitude, he had found the man to be the perfect gentleman, both inside and out. Plus, the sex was mind-blowing. The way Arthur's soft skin felt when under his touch, the way his green eyes glittered when he reached his peak, and the way the Brit haughty demanded sexual acts during their love-making was all wrapped up in one nice package.
"Hurry up, you bloody bastard!" Arthur whined, grinding his crotch against Francis' own, "I want your hard cock in me right now!"
Francis grinned as he lowered Arthur to the floor, "my, isn't someone a bit eager." He worked on the button of Arthur's pants, cupping the bulge that was forming. Arthur rutted against his hand, moaning. Francis took it as a sign to go further. He unzipped the other's pants and tugged them off of Arthur's hips. Arthur was more than willing to oblige helping Francis remove his own pants. Once removed, Francis watched as Arthur's member twitched under the cotton fabric, begging for his touch.
Arthur's boxers came next and Francis wasted no time spreading Arthur's legs. His head dipped between the Englishman's legs, taking the tip of Arthur's shaft into his mouth. Arthur's penis was average sized, but that didn't deter Francis from sexual activity with him. In fact, Francis found Arthur's arousal quite cute. Francis let his mouth travel down the side of Arthur's shaft, teasingly, and brought it up again. Francis sucked on the head, coating it with saliva, until he took all of Arthur's cock into his mouth. He bobbed his head, thanking years of experience for lowering his gag reflex. He looked up and saw Arthur biting one of his own hands to keep himself from moaning too loud.
Arthur mewled and writhed under Francis' touch, only to find out that his hips were pinned by Francis' shoulders. He looked down and saw that Francis had unzipped his own pants and was stroking himself in tune with his bobbing. After a while, the frequency of Arthur's moans changed and Francis pulled his head away with a slick popping noise. He quickly removed his own shirt, pants, and underwear. Francis used his own salvia to lube himself up. After he had gotten himself nice and wet, he was about to prepare Arthur. That was until Arthur shouted at him in wanton, disregarding how loud he was getting.
"For the last time, you cock-teasing whore, hurry up! I don't need much preparation. I just need you in me right now."
Francis smiled humorously at Arthur's display. Arthur was so needy for the other man's touch. Green eyes gazed at Francis, half lidded, begging him to continue. Francis couldn't deny Arthur with a look like that. Francis positioned his hard member to Arthur's entrance. After deciding that Arthur was ready for him, Francis slid himself inside.
Gilbert headed towards his room, drawing in arm. Kiku had stopped him on the way there to ask how Alfred was. Gilbert repeated what Toris had said to Kiku and not much else was said between the two. Gilbert opened the door to find that Alfred was on his bed, looking through one of his gay pornography magazines in German that he bought from a sex shop. He was quite surprised when he got them that some sex shops in the US sold German pornography. He also had a couple of porn magazines in English as well, but it was nice to brush up on his home language even if it was from a dirty magazine.
"Yo, what's up?" Alfred grinned over the magazine.
Gilbert sat the finished drawing down on his dresser in the empty place where the magazine once sat. "I'm doing just fine now that you're back safe and sound. So Alfred, how are you enjoying my awesome bed and magazine?"
"The bed's a bit lumpier that mine is and the magazine has some pretty hot guys in it. What language is this? I don't recognize it," Alfred pointed to the captions that were near a guy that was sensually licking cum off of his own face. Gilbert had to admit, the kid was pretty bold to be viewing pornography unashamedly in front of him, a sexual offender that Alfred just met a day ago. That was . . . actually pretty awesome of him.
"The language is German." Gilbert replied, sitting next to Alfred, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you – do you find guys to be more awesome in the sack than women?" Alfred might've been gay considering what he did to his twin brother, but there were a few guys in the institute that he knew about who raped other guys and didn't consider themselves to be gay. It seemed kind of weird to him that a guy with no sexual attraction to men would do something like that, but he didn't question it.
Alfred wondered if Gilbert just got the magazine for the pictures or if he could actually understand the language, "wait, are you German? Also, yeah, I do find guys sexier than I find women. I have been gay since I can remember."
"Ja, I'm from Berlin, the capital city of Germany. I'm surprised you couldn't tell from my accent" Gilbert nodded, "a part of my mother's ancestors are also Prussian, which is pretty awesome, I may add. I'm also gay by the way."
Alfred tilted his head in confusion, "What-ian? Ah, nevermind. That's kind of cool that you're German."
"Anyway," Gilbert quickly changed the subject, "I was thinking. I thought it would a great idea if I teach you how to fight."
Alfred huffed, "I don't need fighting lessons. I can take care of myself."
"You do," Gilbert shot back, "what happened in the cafeteria is enough proof of that. Even if you don't think you need fighting lessons, just try it out. Just think about it this way, you don't have anything better to do in here. Also, it's not like those incompetent guards are going to catch us, we'll be in here training."
"Fine," Alfred groaned, "when do the lessons start?"
Gilbert tilted his head up to think for a bit, "they start next week. Enough time for you to get feeling better and to get used to this place."
"Can't wait. You know, I never did thank you properly for being a good sidekick earlier," Alfred beamed at him.
Gilbert turned to him, "how are you going to thank me for that?"
Alfred grinned and told Gilbert to close his eyes. He complied with the bespectacled man's wish and waited anxiously for what he had in store. He felt smooth hands on his cheek. His breath hitched, wondering what Alfred was going to do next. His eyes widened when he felt Alfred's lips on his forehead, kissing him. Gilbert's face became as red as his eyes.
Alfred's lips lingered on his forehead for several moments before pulling away, smiling. "How was that for a thank you?" Gilbert was left speechless at the blonde's actions.
mon petit ami – My boyfriend
amant allemande – German lover
