A/N 1: Alright guys and gals. Sorry I was gone so long. I'll give my bullshit reasoning at the end. Enjoy~ Sgt. C.W.


Arthur was freaking the fuck out. Not in an overly obvious fashion, but still freaking the fuck out. He refused to show it on his face, how his body reacted on the other hand, gave away the fact that Alfred made him nervous. How could he not? Every time Alfred held him close during rehearsals, all he would remember was his dream from the night at the club. Every touch, every brush of skin, every bump and grind of their bodies sent the fantasies rushing back, causing him to flinch and shy away from his increasingly annoyed baby blue eyed partner. This behavior had been going on for three week now and showed absolutely no signs of stopping in the near future. Arthur knew his antics were harmful to their partnership, but he couldn't help himself. The cause of his fantasies and frustrations had witnessed him making a complete and utter fool of himself while drunk and it was sure to change how the bespectacled honey blond saw him.

Why couldn't all of that have been a dream? I'm surprised Alfred even wants to work with me after that. It was so embarrassing and then I basically threw myself at him! He probably thinks I'm some kind of slut. Ugh, why didn't I just die back then? It would have saved me from agonizing over this shi-

"Okay that's it! I can't take this shit anymore!" A frustrated yell broke Arthur out of his self-loathing thought. He looked up into the burning blue eyes of his partner and blushed furiously when he saw how close they were. Arthur started to pull away from Alfred but his exit was blocked by a well-muscled pair of arms holding him in place.

"Unhand me Alfred!" Arthur fought and squirmed in Alfred's grasp desperate to escape. Alfred tightened his grip, refusing to let the struggling man go. "Alfred! This isn't funny! Let me go!"

"Not until you calm down and look at me!" Shocked by the tone of Alfred's voice, Arthur finally stopped resisting and met the eyes of the man that had been invading his day and nightly dreams. If ever questioned, Arthur would deny that his heart skipped a beat when he saw those baby blue eyes soften with every fiber of his being for the rest of his life, but he would never be able to deny the blush creeping up on his cheeks as the American smiled down at him.

"Finally. You haven't looked me in the eye since breakfast at your place a few weeks ago." Alfred caught Arthur's chin between his thumb and forefinger, seeing that the brit was about to turn away again. "Oh no you don't. Arthur, why are you avoiding me? Don't you dare say you're not. Every time our eyes meet you turn away and every time I touch you, you flinch away, which I gotta say, is making dancing with you really fucking difficult. Tell me what's up. I'm not letting you go until you do."

"I'm not avoiding you and nothing is up. I just don't think we need to be that close to each other. That's all. Now let me go." Arthur knew his voice gave away that he was lying, but he would never be able to tell Alfred that every time he put his hands on Arthur's hips Arthur wanted to wrap his legs around his waist and kiss him until they lost consciousness from oxygen deprivation. He had to keep those thoughts hidden until he died.

Alfred closed his eyes and sighed deeply, letting Arthur go. "I really hate being lied to Arthur. " He put his hands on his well sculpted hips and stared at the forest eyed ash blond. "You were a lot more honest before everything happened at the club. A lot more bold too. I miss that Arthur. I at least knew what was going on in his head."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not acting any differently that I usually do. You're just imagining things." The lies he kept spewing tasted disgusting on his tongue. He hated lying just as much as Alfred hated being lied to, but if this partnership was going to work with no one being harmed in the end, he needed to keep up the lies.

"Oh really? You're not acting any differently?" Alfred raised a skeptical eyebrow and took a step closer to the defensive as blond, who in response took a retreating step back. "Because the Arthur I know wouldn't back away from me. He'd hold his ground, call me some weird British insult with an impressive amount of expletives and demand that we get back to fucking practicing. What happened to 'Arthur Twerkland'? Where's that boldness, because as far as I'm concerned you've lost all of your appeal."

"First of all, you fucking blue eyed sack of shit, that was one time and I was in college! Second, I have not lost a damn thing except my patience with you wasting time we don't have on irrelevant shit." Arthur didn't realize that he had gotten closer to Alfred, let alone that he had gotten in his face while he was yelling and preparing to launch into a lecture until he saw Alfred's smile.

"You sound a little more like the Arthur I know. But you still haven't convinced me that you haven't lost all of your appeal." Arthur could see the scheming gleam in Alfred's eyes and knew that he was plotting something. He knew and he was still going to walk right into it, eyes wide open.

"Fine. How do I prove that I haven't lost my shit so we can get back to what's important?"

"So glad you asked, dear Arthur. Go stand center floor for me?" The gleam in his bespectacled blue eyes made Arthur immediately regret the decision to indulge the young man, but stopping now was not an option.

Keeping an eye on his ever scheming partner, Arthur stood center floor with his arms crossed across his chest. He watched Alfred scroll through his collection of music with barely concealed fear, praying he wouldn't have to explain why he had certain songs in the first place. A smirk crept across Alfred's lips and Arthur knew, without anything that could even attempt to be mistaken as a shadow of a doubt, that he was doomed. "Your tastes in music never fail to surprise me. But this particular song wasn't even on my list of thing you might listen to." Alfred chuckled as he pressed play and a medium tempo jazzy sounding song drifted from the speakers against the wall. Alfred moved to stand in front of the glaring, blushing Arthur and appeared to be suppressing laughter at the expression on Arthur's face.

Boy I will be your sexy silk

Wrap me around 'round 'round 'round

I'll be your pussy cat licking your milk

Right now, down, down, down

"What the fuck is this all out?" Arthur's confusion further fueled his irritation with his beautiful partner's shenanigans.

"Sounding more and more like my foul mouthed Arthur by the second." Alfred's smirk had long since transformed into a grin that was eerily reminiscent of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. "I want you to dance for me. Make me want you Arthur. Show me that you still have what it takes. Unless you think you can't do it.' His voice dripped challenge and doubt. Arthur knew that he should walk away and say 'fuck it' but a challenge was something he would forever have trouble walking away from.

Fine I'll do it. But it's not to prove anything to you. I just want to stop wasting so much valuable time." Arthur closed his eyes, effectively ignoring the triumphant smirk plastered on Alfred's lips and began letting everything but the music surrounding him fall away.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

Whoa boy you're gonna win

Say "yeah yeah yeah" you're under my skin

I got butterflies within

Ohhh!

I think I like you!

Arthur swung his hips in time with the beat of the music, attempting to follow the advice given to him by the blue eyed object of his desires without triggering fantasies of what could have happened had Alfred continued what he had started that night. His hands trailed up his body, winding up above his head as he, against his will, imagined what it would feel like to have the honey blond watching him, pulling his fitted shirt off and trailing his lips and tongue up and down his torso. He opened his eyes, letting the fantasy continue and took a few seductively slow steps toward Alfred, pushing his hips forward to give his body a bit more swing.

Will you be my medicine man?

Put your hand on my chest

Feel the bump bump bump bump

Will you be my sugar rush?

Make me get high with just one long touch.

Arthur, still lost in his daydream, didn't notice that, as he was walking backward after pushing off of Alfred's shoulder with the ball of his right foot, Alfred had gotten up and placed a hand on his hip and pulled him close to his body. In the past few weeks Arthur had been trying so hard to avoid being in Alfred's grasp, that he had forgotten how good it felt to be pressed up against him. The feeling of was addicting, Arthur could feel the stretching and contracting of those well-defined pectorals and abdominals against his own less defined chest through the teasing barrier of their shirts as he melted further into Alfred's touch. As the pair continued to dance, closer and closer, Arthur could practically taste his desires in the air surrounding him. He could feel them beginning to overflow with the way Alfred's body moved against his. The chain that linked the beast of his fantasies to the fortress wall of his rationality was at its limit as his fantasies fought to cross the line into reality. Arthur wasn't sure how much longer he could keep himself in check and the gentle way Alfred's finger tips slipped under the back of his shirt and traced up his spine was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. The heat radiating from the places Alfred toughed was melting the weakest link of his restraint. The way Alfred's cool peppermint scented breath brushed across the shell of his ear as he wrapped his leg around Alfred's waist was the last push he needed to surrender to his urges.

Agh! Fuck it!

Arthur winded his arms around Alfred's neck tangling his fingers in his soft honey blond hair, forcing him to meet Arthur's burning forest green eyes. Before snapping forward and capturing the bespectacled male's lips with his own. Arthur chose to ignore the exclamation of 'finally!' in the back his mind in favor of enjoying the fireworks exploding behind his eyes as Alfred's tongue trailed his lower lip, coaxing his own to come out to play. The invitation couldn't have been more welcome as his own hooked around Alfred's and pushing all of his weight against the honey blond. A quiet moan escaped Arthur's lips at the way Alfred's fingers traveled up and down the back of his thigh, squeezing certain places at odd intervals. Alfred started backing them up against the wall, refusing to separate from Arthur. Not that Arthur would let him. As soon as Alfred's back made contact with the cool wall of mirrors, Arthur pushed off the floor to wrap his other leg around Alfred's hip and lifted himself higher to dominate their tongue tango. Arthur quickly took control and deepened the kiss and was pleased that Alfred didn't seem to mind. In fact all that Arthur felt from Alfred, besides complete obedience. Was his hand sliding up from his thighs to his ass and squeezing gently.

As the pair continued their lip locking, Alfred began sliding down the wall until he was sitting with Arthur straddling him. He moved his lips down the side of his forest eyed partner's jaw and down the pale column of his neck, earning a nearly silent gasp as he nipped gently at the skin. At this moment, Alfred couldn't think of anything that would make right then any more perfect. That was until Arthur started grinding on him. The feeling of Arthur's obvious hard on combined with the marvelous pressure he was pushing on to Alfred's rapidly hardening member was enough to get an aroused groan out of him before his mind all but blanked out. He grabbed, none too gently, onto Arthur's hips as he lifted himself slightly and leaned Arthur down until his back hit the floor. He continued rutting against his ash blond partner, reveling in the moans that slipped through his perfect pale pink lips. His left hand held Arthur's hips in place while his right slowly pushed his tightly fitted shirt up to his chin, exposing his pale chest to the breeze suddenly filling the studio. Arthur refusing to just let Alfred be the only one doling out pleasure, slid his hand between their bodies and attempted to get down the front of the bespectacled male's pants.

"Ahem." The sound of someone clearing their throats loudly from the entry way snapped the two blonds out of their haze. Arthur turned his head toward the door, fearing who ever had caught him in that particular positon. A squeak escaped him as he saw a smirking Marcello blocking the view of four pairs of curious young eyes. The red haired young man raised a suggestive eyebrow, drawing Arthur back to the position he and Alfred were still in. Arthur sat up before his blue eyed partner had a chance to move and ended up head butting him in his rush to stand up, much to the amusement of the chuckling red headed teenager watching.

"Signore Kirkland, non sapevo che gli piace da dietro ~" Marcello snickered with a suggestive wiggle of his raised eyebrow.

"Marcello, shut up and get out!" The blush on Arthur's cheeks would have made a chili pepper look pale as he finally stood upright and glared at his young assistant instructor.

"Fine fine. Come wait outside children. We need to give Mr. Kirkland a few minutes to finish up his business here." Marcello started steering the children back out to the foyer to wait for class to start, but before he left Marcello turned and softly said "Don't take too long or the children will get curious. You know how Peter and Franz get." And with a wink he disappeared through the doorway.

Arthur let out a frustrated sigh and directed his attention back to the man who, until a few moments ago, was giving him the best pleasure he'd had in a while.

"So I guess the moment's over huh?" Alfred mumbled dejectedly. Arthur hated to see the put out look on his face, so he placed a gentle hand on Alfred's cheek, stood on his toes, and gave him a soft sweet kiss. It was nothing like the burning impassioned kiss thy shared before they were so rudely interrupted, but it held promise that this was not the end.

"For now, love. Hold on for me?" Arthur responded once he pulled back. The light returned to the baby blue eyes that he could now admit he had fallen in love with and caused him to softly smile.

"Can we pick back up where we left off after class, Mr. Kirkland?" Alfred's eyes fell to half-mast and his normally light sounding baritone voice held promise of things not meant to be said with children in the vicinity.

Arthur kissed him again, deeper than the sweet peck they'd shared moments ago. "Not yet. Once this competition is over however, I'm all yours."


A/N 2: Alright so my reasoning for being gone for so long. Studying political behavior sucks ass. That's it. That's all. I've been doing nothing but writing analyses on political behavior for school. But not important. Reason #2 for why this took so damn long. I changed songs about halfway through. This chapter was originally supposed to be brought to you by Don't Cha by the Pussy Cat Doll Feat. Busta Rhymes but that didn't happen. This chapter is instead brought to you by Sexy Silk by Jessica Cornish. As always I give credit to the writers, producers and artists for the lovely musical selections. Nothing here belongs to me but this story and the choreography there in. Next order of business:

Marcello (for those that have forgotten)-Seborga

Signore Kirkland, non sapevo che gli piace da dietro ~= Mr. Kirkland, I didn't know you liked it from behind.

I'd like to thank my dear bffl and amazing author majorleeobvious for the lovely Italian that Seborga uses. I don't speak a word of the language, I took French and I'm still not very good at it. So I'm thankful to her and her lovely knowledge of Italian. You'll hear more from her later (or will you?) Anyway, Check her out, all of her works are amazing if you're not already fans! As always reviews are welcome and much appreciated. We've got about 3 chapters left guys. Hope you'll stick around! See ya next time!