"Arthur…"

Two lips secured themselves at the beautiful man's ear while fingers located a pink blossom located upon that honey colored chest, blades administering a pull that provoked a moan.

"A-ah…"

"It feels good doesn't it?"

"Mmm…"

The Englishman's tongue sweetly touched the base of Yao's ear, adopting the lobe as a sugary confection, and savoring it as if it required a fortune. As a thumb and middle finger kneaded the other's nipple, an unoccupied palm rested upon his neck, patient before allowing those evil numerals travel along the other's figure.

A kiss found inhabitance upon Yao's reddened skin, beginning a small collection of careful graces progressing along his face and ending upon his cheek, pink as a cherry blossom. His tongue flickered upon that lovely apple, no shame inside that English body. A small bite was taken of his peach.

"No…Don't. It still hurts…"

Arthur took the roughness from his affection, those aggressive mounds converting to something even loving.

Days had passed since the man's beating and he was left with the remnants of bruises, their marks only lingering through sensitive yellow scars, all of which gave a hideous view upon something usually so perfect.

"Aah…"

Arthur's hands moved along Yao's body, ceasing at those slender hips, the same flesh so many others had graced with shameless touch.

"You're lovely…"

That flawed doll closed his eyes to Arthur's compliment and allowed a soft noise of pleasure as his member was messaged with something resembling adoration, although he was well aware that all this love was faux.

"All this moaning and you're barely hard…"

The Chinese man did not make reply, only leaned his head upon the other's shoulder as if it was a cushion built for that very purpose.

"Would you like to fix that, Mr. Kirkland?"

"I'm certain there's something that can be done…"

As the Brit's rough fingers smoothed over the other's shaft a lovely cry was birthed into the air from that pair of perfectly sculpted lips.

"Kiss me…"

"What now?"

"Kiss me…Please."

The Englishman moved to Yao's side and connected their mouths with a degree of intense passion, their tongues intertwining as strands of a tightly woven braid, curling together as indications of pleasure launched from the base of either's throat.

"Ahh…There we are."

"Mmm..." Yao's blood had begun to flow unmercifully, every nerve of that gorgeous body affected by relentless ecstasy.

Arthur kissed him with even more conviction, his tongue probing in even more deeply, and saliva forming between their lips as a product of their love making. The blonde's free hand sat upon Yao's lower back, drawing that shapely body in at an even closer proximity.

Their embrace grew more involved as that light palm pumped with excess vigor.

"A-ah!"

The deity's tongue was caught within the demon's orifice, and suckled upon lightly as his fingers continued to send throngs of utter ecstasy through his counterpart's body.

Yao absolutely hated Arthur Kirkland for everything he was.

But he would take the mask of a fetid liar the moment he denied this man's abilities.

"I want to fuck you…"

"No, please…I'm so close…"

Their mounds slammed together violently again, no time wasted in the meeting of their tongues.

"Aaah!"

And Yao's delicate hands sought comfort upon Arthur's shoulders, his seed draining from him and coding the British man's unsuspecting palm.

"Ah…"

That gorgeous man allowed his forehead to adhere gently to the other's, their mouths meeting in a kind embrace. Yao could feel the other's persistent length pressing upon his thigh as they drew nearer to one another, red embellishing his face in that very touch.

"Hmm…"

"Did you like that?"

"Yes."

"Good."

And as the two continued their exchange of little meaning, either boy looked at each other, their bottom lips seeming to drop if only slightly. They watched through their make-shift peephole, a small crack between the screen and the frame.

"What you think they just do?"

"Shh…" Hong watched that performance upon the familiar stage, then gave Kiku a fragment of his attention, although his eyes did not deviate from the pair. "I don't know…but they seem to do this a lot…"

"You think Yao is pain-ful?"

"…I think so…" Hong glanced at the space between his own legs, cringing at the thought of anyone tugging upon that sensitive organ.

Their regard fell back to Arthur and Yao as the slender man dropped to his knees and pulled upon those misplaced European trousers, releasing two thighs illuminated by little golden hairs. His graceful hands yanked upon those undergarments, an enigma to the two spectators, giving the British man's member to the light.

For a moment, Yao allowed his fingers through those pale curls that surrounded the other's cock, amazed every time he witnessed each of those sunny stands.

"How about you put that in your mouth, sweet heart?"

The Chinese man looked up at him a moment in utter contempt, all the proof livid with those gorgeous wells of ink. Yet, he did just as he asked, that pink head finding a silky crevice to fill.

Yao's tongue played easily with his flesh, making pretty circles while massaging the shaft with a tantalizing hand, brining Arthur a potent mixture of satisfaction and heat.

"Ahh…That's right. Eat it like candy…"

Yao began to suck lightly, The Englishman's member coming in a little deeper and occupying his orifice heavily.

A few digits traced through that black cascade, tucking them near sweetly behind his ear as his head bobbled with a little more potency. For a moment, Mr. Kirkland's cock was taken from his counterpart's mouth as a tongue traced around the very tip, horrid waves of raw feeling pumping through the owner's blood.

"U-ugh…Don't play with me."

Yao simply licked along the shaft slowly, all the control shifting to his very palm.

"Come on…Suck it."

Yao smiled as his tongue slurped from his balls to that blushing head, his fingers seeming to slow with all his silent defiance. He loved to tease that awful man.

"A-ah…Yao."

"You can't fool me, Mr. Kirkland…" A kiss. "I know exactly what you like." And Arthur was submerged.

The man created a small vacuum between his lips, a free hand drifting through that little thicket of gold, false love marking those delicate appendages only to please that Englishman. Yet, he found himself fascinated, that being evident even down to his very blades.

"Mmm…Yao…" A gasp. "I'm going to fuck you so hard…"

That he didn't want. The beauty tolerated these liaisons, allowing those coarse hands to mar his body and accepting the work his mouth was given, but he could hardly stand those rough thrusts, so eager to receive pleasure that they paid no heed to the pain they inflicted. He was never gently; only merciless.

Arthur's member was buried in even deeper, those lips dragging themselves directly from the tip and nearly to the base.

No…

Arthur was going to finish.

"Ahh! Yao!" The Englishman cried through grasps, a hand fisting a large section of that silken hair, all regard for the rest of the world leaving through those very nails. "Deeper…"

That orifice came to the hilt while a hand rested upon that cloth barren hip, those sculpted petals retaining their place a moment before retreated to the top.

"Ahh…Suck that cock."

Yao was tempted to bite.

And again, that member was enveloped as if a sort of trick was occurring, the lower portion of Mr. Kirkland's manhood getting all levels of attention.

"How is he do that?"

Hong could not even muster an answer.

The two could only regard in a solution of awe and horror as the Chinese man painted unfettered joy upon Arthur's visage, those eyes shutting almost peacefully and heavy brows lifting.

"Yao…"

"You think Arthur is painful?"

"…I don't know."

A gasp came into the air, followed by the occasional grunt of those parted lips.

"A-ah…Oh god…"

Yao pulled away a bit, working only upon the head of that swollen organ, his tongue molding around Arthur's member as the warmest of clay.

"Yao!"

A filthy lick and a slow grace of the fingers.

"Ah! I'm…ah-I'm going to come!"

The Chinese man did nothing, far too preoccupied with his current profession.

"Please…stop…"

The other could not hear.

"Yao…"

Mr. Kirkland's member was left to the air as a set of fingers stroked him softly, moans tearing from the blond's throat and white ropey liquid draining from his member.

"Ah…"

The discharge was cleaned away by a bit of saliva, and the man who caused such a reaction stood and adjusted his robes. His owner was kissed upon the cheek, still entranced with pleasure.

"Damn it."

"I know, darling. You'll simply have to come back another time."

One of the Englishman's hands found the other's bottom and offered a tight squeeze, causing the gorgeous doll to regard him a moment, the usual depression returning whenever he was in the presence of Mr. Kirkland.

"Hmm…" Undergarments and trousers were pulled around Arthur's waste, and he returned to sober. "That was nice."

"Thank you."

"Right well. I'll come back tomorrow." Yao was given a kiss upon the cheek, and as the donor of such a grace turned, Hong pulled Kiku abrasively by the sleeve and they snuck into the next room, the door closing quietly behind them.

"Hong, what that stuff was?"

"Why do you think I know? But whatever it was, it was disgusting…"

Kiku nodded, directing his focus to his thighs. "You think we have it?"

"No!"

"No…We do not."

Shock vibrated throughout their bodies as the screen pulled from its home upon the frame and Mr. Kirkland was standing before them with a smirk written haphazardly about his face.

They all stared at one another, either child with brightened cheeks.

"Look at you little eavesdroppers."

No words were allowed calculation.

"You know, you're going to learn to do that."

"What?" Either located their throats.

"That's right. Maybe even to me one day. We'll see how you two turn out."

"Turn out?" Kiku inquired, miscomprehending the very meaning of those words.

They were given a wide smile. "If I catch either of you watching again, I'll beat your eyes shut so you can't spy any longer."

Hong adopted raven orbs of terror while Kiku simply looked lost.

And after a few long painful moments, Arthur turned and left them to an empty bedroom and minds full of acidic thoughts.

"…What he say?"

"…Don't worry about it. We just can't do that again."

"Oh…"

"Come on…Let's go outside."

"Al-right."

That night, neither of them could sleep.