Confession XIII: I forgot I was doing this roman numeral crap

Confession XIV: I'm watching Maury Povich right now and some girl named Lakesha wouldn't shut up...but I like her name 8D It looks so pretty

Confession XV: Arthur is very OOC, in my opinion, in this chapter and doesn't use much 'British slang'...

Lol I'm not going to keep you pplz waiting anymore, have fun and see you at the end of this chapter :3


Arthur watched as his partner slept. He had returned after stomping off and grabbing a cup of tea to find him dead asleep, clutching the bottle of pills. He took a chair and sat next to the bed, waiting for him to wake up so they could continue their work. Arthur carefully looked at Francis's sleeping face and felt himself blush slowly.

Gah! Arthur gasped in his mind. Why am I blushing? That's stupid…I've met that pervert just a few days ago…

Arthur continued to stare at Francis. He had noticed how the Frenchman seemed sad all though sleeping.

"I wonder if he's dreaming about her…" Arthur mumbled to himself aloud.

"Who's her?"

Arthur jolted wildly and turned around. "Bloody hell Alfred! You know I hate it when you sneak up on me!" Arthur hissed.

Alfred was a forensics expert working on the case. He had been picked up from America as one of the best to investigate the corpse of Lord Edelstein, all though Arthur knew Alfred even before the case. When he was younger, he had left on an exchange program to America to the best school of law where he had met the man. He had known Alfred as a troublemaker and a womanizer, but was the only one who knew that his heart lied in the hands of a Canadian boy doing the same thing Arthur was in America. After his days in America, Arthur went home to find, two days later, Alfred and Matthew (Alfred's lover) in England claiming to be on another exchange program. From that day on, they've always kept contact.

Alfred laughed as he walked in the room followed by his lover who could easily be mistaken for his brother. "I hope you don't mind me bringing Mattie with me." Alfred said sarcastically, he already knew that it did bother Arthur. "We were supposed to go on a date when you called me over."

"You know, I'm one of the rare people who will tolerate homosexuality." Arthur explained strictly, folding his arms over his chest. "If you two go on a date, you're definitely going to run into some trouble."

Alfred laughed cheekily. "No need to worry, I am the hero!" He announced proudly and grabbed Matthew, "And Mattie's my woman!"

Matthew blushed and looked away. "If you prefer, I can wait outside, Arthur." The wise boy offered.

"What? No need-"

"If you would. What we're going to talk about is classified." Arthur interrupted smiling softly. He really is a good kid.

Alfred immediately started to pout as his lover left the room closing the door behind himself carefully. Alfred grabbed the last spare chair and placed it next to Arthur before sitting on it. He looked at Francis sleeping.

"So the famous Bonnefoy is doing you?" Alfred asked casually.

Arthur blushed violently. "That was one time!" He blurted out flustered.

Alfred chuckled. "I was kidding—wait…what did you just say?"

Arthur's blush went darker. "N-nothing! Look, he's just my partner okay!" Arthur yelled.

The American smirked, "Okay, fine." America said letting go of the previous subject. "Why did you want me over?"

"I wanted you to talk to the frog here," Arthur gestured Francis, "About the autopsie you performed on Lord Edelstein, but as you can see, he's sleeping."

"Why don't you wake him up?" Alfred asked leaning in to shake Francis.

Arthur quickly stopped him, "You can't."

"Why not?" Alfred questioned.

"He took some…medication and needs to sleep…" Arthur vaguely explained.

Alfred looked at Arthur and then to Francis before noticing the bottle of pills in his hand. The blonde forensic scientist leaned in and grabbed it before Arthur could stop him again. Alfred looked at the label and seemed visibly confused.

"Why does he have this?" Arthur tried looking for a good explanation but nothing came to mind. Alfred had soon resumed talking. "It's an illegal drug that is still under investigation…how long has he been taking this?"

Arthur shrugged, "Why are you asking? His doctor prescribed it to him so he could…" Arthur interrupted himself and thought for a moment. He shouldn't tell anyone what Francis had confided to him a few hours ago. "Never mind…"

Alfred frowned. "No! How long? You're not telling me something!" He growled. "Whatever you're hiding can cost him his life! It's illegal for a good reason!"

"I don't know okay!" Arthur hissed getting annoyed with Alfred's tone. "He got the pills two years ago but he could have started using them days, weeks, months after he first got them!"

Alfred took a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why? Why would his doctor prescribe him those pills?"

"I don't know!" Arthur lied.

Alfred looked him straight in the eyes, "Are you serious?" He asked. "You're angry so I don't need you lying to me."

Arthur glared at him. "I. Don't. Know." The Brit repeated gritting his teeth.

Alfred stood from his chair and placed it back where he had found it. "I'm in England until the case is solved and that the murderer is convicted. We'll do this another time." Alfred said leaving the room and closing the door behind himself.

Arthur starred at the door.

"Some fight." Francis sighed sitting up.

Arthur faced him unfazed. "How long have you been up?"

"Not long…" Francis admitted, "But I heard the talk about my pills…"

"Oh…" Arthur said in a guilty tone.

Francis smirked. "I assume I told you what they did?"

Arthur starred at Francis puzzled. He…he doesn't remember?

Francis suddenly grabbed Arthur's and pulled him close to him enough to kiss him. Arthur blushed violently and pulled away.

"You let your guard down." Francis chuckled. "I couldn't help myself."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "W-what ever."

"So what were you thinking about?" Francis questioned as he slipped out of the infirmary bed.

"Hun?"

"You were distracted by thoughts weren't you?"

Arthur shook his head. "No it's nothing." He assured extending a hand to Francis. "Let's go."

The Frenchman smirked and took the offered hand. "Aren't you being kind?"

"Well…whatever." The Brit sighed heaving Francis to his feet. "I wanted you to meet someone but you just missed him. I'll bring you back to your hotel now."

And so Arthur escorted Francis back to his hotel by cab. The blonde Frenchman had been surprised that it was so dark out. He could have sworn he hadn't slept for that long. The drive was silent and somewhat awkward, even the driver was affected by the odd atmosphere.

"See you tomorrow." Arthur saluted as Francis got out of the car.

"Why don't you step out?" Francis offered. "We could go grab supper."

Arthur was just about to refuse as he waved Arthur's wallet around again.

God bloody damn it! Arthur hissed in his mind as he hit his head on the bench. I could have taken it while he was sleeping!

Reluctantly and angrily, Arthur slipped out of the car and Francis paid the cab driver with his money, which had angered the Brit. Francis then dragged Arthur into the hotel laughing and let him go when he was elbowed in the stomach.

"French froggy thief!" Arthur yelled.

"Don't worry, I'll pay you back." Francis reassured.

"You better you limey bastard!" Arthur growled.

Francis continued laughing as he fished through his pockets looking for his pills. Suddenly, he stopped laughing and his skin went pale. A panicked expression took over his face as he looked through every pocket he had, Arthur starring at him confused over the sudden reaction.

"What's wrong?" Arthur asked.

"My…my pills…" Francis stuttered. "Did you take them?"

"Um…no…" Arthur started to feel slightly panicked too. "Maybe they're back in the infirmary…"

"I could have sworn they were in my pockets…" Francis mumbled nervously.

"No, Alfred and I saw-" Arthur suddenly remembered how Alfred had taken Francis's pills and never gave them back. "Fuck."

"What?"

"Alfred took your pills…"

"The guy you were arguing with?" Francis asked.

"Y-yea…He took them because he was curious…" Arthur remembered scratching the back of his head. "I forgot to ask him for them back…"

"All right…" Francis started and grabbed Arthur's arm dragging him to the elevators. "We'll find him tomorrow…"

"Tomorrow! But you're-"

"I have a few extras in my luggage just in case." Francis explained.

"Smart." The Brit complemented. "But why are you dragging me to your room?"

Francis smirked and that was all Arthur needed to know that the stereotypical Frenchman wanted sex. Feeling guilty and responsible of the loss of the pills, Arthur accepted this as his punishment and let himself be dragged to Francis's room.

Immediately in front of the door, Francis locked lips with Arthur. Pleased that the Brit wasn't fighting back, Francis took it to his room and to his bed. He pinned Arthur's arms over his head as he trailed soft kisses down his neck. The Frenchman undid Arthur's tie and threw it aside as he started to unbutton his shirt exposing his chest and hardened nipples.

Francis took them in his mouth and started to tease gently and pleasantly. Arthur gasped and forced himself to hold in a mewl of pleasure. He gripped onto the taller detective's long, blonde hair and bit his lip as the other continued to pleasure him. Francis trailed his lips to the other neglected nipple and began the same treatment he had inflicted on the other. This time Arthur wasn't able to suppress a squeak of pleasure.

Francis had stopped momentarily to peak at his uke's face but Arthur quickly covered his eyes growling:

"D-don't stop…frog!"

Chuckling before continuing, Francis's lips lowered down Arthur's stomach stopping at the waistband of his pants. There was a visible bulge in the Brit's pants that Francis couldn't help but comment on.

"You're hard over this much?" He joked.

"S-shut up!"

Francis cupped Arthur's crotched and massaged it gently. Oddly enough, Arthur started to feel more stirred up than he had the first time Francis fucked him. A moan rolled out of his mouth and as the Frenchman continued to pleasure his lower area, he found himself unable to stop his moaning. Francis was pleased.

He pressed his lips back against Arthur's and freed his erection from his pants. He started to pump it with long slow strokes having Arthur arch his back in pleasure and lean into Francis's touch. Arthur tightly gripped Francis's blonde hair just as he moaned continuously loudly in the Frenchman's skilled kiss. Arthur immediately broke the kiss as he felt himself about to climax, he screamed Francis's name and spilled all of his warm seeds in his hand. Arthur panted heavily, his eyes hazed with lust and pleasure.

"How lovely." Francis complemented as he licked some of the cum from his hand.

"D-don't lick that…" Arthur breath embarrassedly.

Francis chuckled, "Okay."

Francis pulled down Arthur's pants and underwear; he raised his legs and inserted the first digit. Arthur gritted his teeth and hissed in slight pain, this was something he would never get used to.

W-wait! It's not like I'm going to do this again! Arthur thought mentally slapping himself. Well…at least when that stupid frog leaves the country…

Without any warning, Francis immediately added the two last digits at the same time causing the blonde Brit to yelp in pain.

"B-bastard!" Arthur cussed angrily.

"Pardon, I didn't mean it to hurt…" Francis said truthfully.

Arthur rolled his eyes and soon forgot the reason of his anger as Francis continued to stretch him by thrusting his fingers in and out. At first, it hurt a lot but got used to them rather quickly when they found his prostate. Francis did his best to remember the location for when he would penetrate the Brit, which would be soon if he lost control but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him so he forced himself to be patient.

By the time Arthur was properly stretched, he was on the verge of climaxing for the second time and couldn't repress a whine when Francis removed his fingers.

"Don't worry," Francis whispered huskily yet sexily in Arthur's ear. "J'arrive.*"

Arthur blushed darkly, rivalling the red of a tomato. He looked away but Francis forced him to look back. He kissed Arthur's soft, abused lips as he freed his member from his pants and pushed it in the Brit's tight entrance. Arthur screamed clutching at Francis's back, digging his nails pass the fabric and into the flesh. Francis brushed Arthur's hair soothingly and kissed his neck as he waited for his lovely partner to get used to his size.

"How come it didn't hurt that much the first time!" Arthur hissed.

"We were drunk." Francis reminded.

Slowly, the Frenchman started to move causing Arthur to gasp and flinch in pain. He quickly tightened his grip on Francis's back.

"Ngh…relax…" Francis grunted in pain.

"I would if you'd be gentler!" Arthur retorted.

"All right, désolé.**" Francis apologized.

Francis continued moving but slower and gentler. Arthur clawed at him, but not as much or as painful as before. Francis aimed deep and tried remembering where he had found Arthur's prostate, which took him a few thrusts. He knew he hit it when Arthur screamed in pleasure and leaned further onto Francis's member. Francis smirked and started to thrust in harder and faster, the more he did the more Arthur moaned or screamed in pure bliss.

"A-ah! I-I'm really going to…!" Arthur cried in pleasure.

"What? We just started." Francis said between groans.

He wrapped his fingers around the head of Arthur's member and squeezed tight enough to stop him from cumming. Arthur whimpered, tears started to form in his eyes. Francis wasn't sure if it was caused by the overwhelming pleasure he was currently feeling or the dire need to cum. Arthur himself couldn't tell.

Francis pounded into Arthur for another hour. Nearing the end of said hour, every time he would take a glimpse at Arthur, he would see the image of another woman that appeared foreign yet familiar to him. He couldn't remember anything about her at all except for her golden blonde hair and her name. Francis tried to push her out of his mind but he could not.

Finally, he let go of Arthur's member allowing him to climax, which he did right away. The feeling of the other's tight walls squeezing even more on his hardened length was too much to bare and came moaning:

"J-Jeanne…"

Time seemed to have frozen when he moaned out her name. At first, Francis wasn't expecting much of a reaction since Arthur didn't seem to be keen on having sex to begin with but the look the smaller blonde had on his face surprised him. Arthur's eyes were glowing as if filled with tears of sadness accompanied with a hurt expression.

"Arthur…"

"I already told you to call me Mister Kirkland!" Arthur hissed his voice sounding stuffy do to holding back tears.

"A—"

"Don't say anything!" Arthur interrupted as he managed to get away from Francis. "It's not like I care anyways!"

Francis grabbed Arthur's arm quickly and pulled him back down before he could get off the bed. Arthur tried to get away but Francis managed to pull him back even further and successfully embrace him.

"Arthur…" Francis whispered in the struggling blonde's ear. "If you don't care…why are you crying?"

"Sod off!" Arthur hissed. "I'm not crying! You can't even see my face!"

Francis smiled softly. "I don't need to see your face…" He paused shortly. "To feel your warm tears falling on my arms."

Arthur turned around suddenly; tears were in fact falling from his eyes, and punched Francis weakly. "Fuck you! I hate you, bloody frog!" Arthur cried hiding his face in Francis's suit. "Why do you do this to me! Why am I so worked up…"

"Arthur…" Francis said softly. "Truthfully…I feel like I know this Jeanne… but I honestly don't remember her…it slipped out and I'm sorry…"

Oh…right…Arthur remembered. The pills…he doesn't remember her anymore…

"It's…" Arthur wiped away his tears and noticed that Francis's suit was dirty with his cum. "It's not like I'm your girlfriend…and…your suit is dirty…"

"I have more." Francis laughed. "How about I go get us some gourmet food in the hotel restaurant?"

"W-what ever…" Arthur mumbled and lied back down on the bed taking off the rest of his dirty clothes.

Francis went downstairs, changing first, and placed an order to be brought to his room once it would be ready along with the finest wine. The food was brought in shortly and the two ate talking about everything but the case. Once they finished and the waiters took the empty plates away, Francis laid on his back and started dozing off.

"Here." Arthur said giving him pills.

Francis took them without the help of water and smiled. "I like you a lot, you know." He admitted his eyes fluttering close.

Arthur smiled lightly but forced it away. "You haven't known me for that long."

"C'est vrai***," Francis agreed. "But I feel like I've known you for a very long time."

"Francis…" Arthur mumbled he leaned in and whispered in his partner's ear: "I'll keep your secret."

"Merci."

And Francis dozed off.


* I'm coming

** Sorry

*** That's true


Alfred! You lil rascal! You stole the supposedly danger yet illegal pills xD

Jeanne! You darlin' lil saint! (I fucking love Jeanne) You ruined sex for Arthur and made the situation awkward for Francis xD Speaking of which...

Confession XVI: I really, REALLY hate that France's human name is Francis because writting the sex scenes are the most awkward things ever Dx

Confession XVII: I don't know roman numerals pass 20 xD

Enough with the confessions for a moment! All though they are super fun D So, I don't know if last chapter I was like: 'Interviewing the Switzerland siblings next chapter' well, as you can see, I lied T_T BUT IT WILL BE NEXT CHAPTER! Maybe in that chapter as well I'll add the conversation with Alfred that was supposed to have with Francis xD