Hey guys! This wonderful little chapter is rated M. It's my absolute first time writing something this...er... intense. After extensive research (reading a whole bunch of M fanfics) I present the hottest chapter of the story!

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Alfred, having escaped with a very delirious Arthur in his arms, ran through the woods at top speed. He tried not to think of anything other than getting him to safety. He bit back a flash of rage and mentally berated himself for leaving Elizaveta and his little brother in Spades. Even though they assured him they'd be fine, it still gave him a bad feeling in his stomach. The Englishman groaned in what Alfred could only interpret as pain.

He needed to find somewhere that Arthur would be safe. Alfred had very basic knowledge about many poisons and what they did to the body, but he needed to check him out as soon as possible. The ex-knight quickly spotted an abandoned shack in the middle of the forest, one that him and Matthew used to play in years ago. Luckily, Matthew made a habit of keeping it clean, despite them having outgrown playing pretend.

After kicking open the door, Alfred gently laid the bewildered man on a bed. He pushed his bangs away from his eyes and surveyed what kind of damage he endured. He checked Arthur's vital areas first (something he picked up from Matthew) and sighed in relief when he found nothing wrong. He did note however the way Arthur's breathing slightly began more ragged when he touched him. That was definitely odd. Arthur's skin was hot to the touch, there was no doubt he had a fever.

"I'm getting you water." Alfred told Arthur before he disappeared into the hallway.

Arthur weakly attempted to sit up, surprising himself at how much effort that took. He was burning hot and realized that he was not poisoned...but drugged. He shrugged out of the dress shirt he was given a few hours before. This didn't help much. If Arthur didn't know any better, he would have guessed that he was given an aphrodisiac. That would explain the odd sensitivity of his body. The erratic beating of his heart wasn't slowing down, though it was mostly caused by being so close to Alfred.

When Alfred reappeared, he nearly dropped the glass of water at the sight of Arthur in such disarray. In his struggled of removing his clothing, he managed to twist himself in the covers of the bed. He laid sprawled on the bed, breathing heavily. Pale skin flashed between pieces of fabric, his meekly attempting to free himself.

The Englishman managed to disentangle himself, Alfred sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Arthur to take the water. A small moment of skin-to-skin contact occurred when their fingertips brushed, causing Arthur to flush and pull back quickly.

"Erm...sorry. I didn't mean to r-react like that." Arthur stuttered. He downed the cup and set it on the nightstand beside him.

Without warning, Alfred wrapped his arms around the Englishman's small frame, burying his face into his shoulder, "I'm so glad you're alive, Arthur. Beyond glad, I'm ecstatic. It killed me inside not knowing when the execution would take place. Though I'm sorry I didn't get to you sooner...and you got hurt."

"I'm fine," Arthur's heart skipped a beat at Alfred's concerned tone, "It was rather odd not having a loud-mouthed bugger yelling in my ear." Arthur joked, his cheeks darkened all the more. "Unbearable at times."

"Oh? I'm here now..." Alfred smirked putting his hands on Arthur's shoulders, rubbing slow circles.

"Ah...A-Alfred stop it!" Arthur snapped, he willed himself to straighten up, away from those electric fingers.

"Crap, you're still in pain aren't you? Sorry!" Alfred awkwardly released the smaller man.

"It's okay. It's not painful." Arthur assured. He shifted in the bed and looked into Alfred's worried blue eyes. The Englishman leaned in, his eyes closing. It seemed he was moving too slow for Alfred because in less than 5 seconds, Arthur found himself in the knight's lap being kissed feverishly. Arthur was caught off-guard for a moment but he quickly recovered, parting his lips slightly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Alfred slipped his tongue in.

Arthur poured every emotion into that one passionate kiss, he hoped that Alfred could feel just how much he missed him, how scared he was- how scared he is now. The parted, both of them breathing heavily and staring at each other in complete adoration.

"This is how..." Arthur panted. "You get rid of the drug, Alfred."

Alfred brightened, "Really? So you're better now?"

"N-not just yet. We have to..."

"Yeah?"

"Argh! Take a hint!"

"Hint?"

Arthur sighed, swallowed his pride, and teasingly unbuttoned then shrugged out of the white dress shirt. He stared sheepishly at Alfred when he removed the article of clothing, his arms wrapped around himself. This was a half-hearted attempt at covering himself up."A-Alfred...touch me. Please."

Calloused fingers carded through short choppy blond hair. Alfred noted the unique texture of the smaller man's hair. It stuck out in all directions, yet it managed to be soft and silky He slanted his mouth against Arthur's, this kiss was more feverish, desperate. Alfred pulled Arthur into his lap, teasing erect pink nubs. The Englishman pulled away, a small string of saliva still connecting them. He let out a breathy moan while Alfred tweaked, pinched, and pulled on his nipples.

He changed their positions, so that Arthur was no longer sitting in Alfred's lap, but laying on his bed staring up at Alfred. His mouth splayed open, letting out little pants of air, a thin line of saliva trailed down the side of his mouth.

Alfred was thoroughly enjoying how much Arthur was responding to the simple foreplay. The slightest movement made his breath hitch or break out into pants. He could feel his temperature rise ever so slightly with each mark he left. He couldn't hide the small smirk that crept up on him. Arthur pouted and tugged on Alfred's shirt, a silent way of demanding him to, 'take off the shirt.'

The knight discarded his piece of clothing quickly, Arthur staring shamelessly at his flat abs. He hoped he wasn't too obvious with his gaping, but his hopes were immediately dashed against jagged rocks when Alfred's eyes met his. Alfred smirked and flexed provocatively, "You're staring so much Artie. I'm guessing you like what you see?"

Blushing brighter than ever, Arthur hid his face in the pillow. He had no idea why he was so embarrassed about seeing Alfred half-naked, especially since he was naked himself. In most cases, Alfred should be the one blushing red.

Alfred hovered over him, whispering in his ear lowly, "All you told me to do was touch you, do you...want to go further?"

Arthur answered by rolling over and crashing his lips against Alfred's, the kiss was cut short when the knight briefly pressed his arousal against Arthur's. The feeling was electric, he shivered and involuntarily arched off the bed, hissing in pleasure.

"Alfred...Ah..." Arthur murmured as Alfred continued his movements. "I want...hah...I want to go...all t-the way."

Alfred stopped, his expression like he was caught off-guard, "What?"

"Why'd you stop?" Arthur mumbled, desperately seeking friction.

Alfred held his hips down firmly and looked into bleary green eyes, "Repeat that?"

Arthur immediately switched from submissive to seductive (caused by an additive Ivan put in) in a matter of seconds, he pushed Alfred off of him and climbed on top. Straddling the knight, who was a bit bewildered by how quickly Arthur was able to execute this in his condition.

"Alfie..." Arthur pouted, he traced small circles on Alfred's well-defined chest. "You keep teasing me and I don't like it," his pout turned into a playful smile, he boldly palmed Alfred through his pants, "though, y'know...I can do the Exact. Same. Thing." Arthur punctuated those last words with small squeezes, making Alfred groan. The Englishman alternated between rubbing and applying the slightest bit of pressure.

In retaliation, Alfred pulled Arthur in for a dizzying kiss, nearly making the older man pass out from the lack of oxygen he was getting. Arthur instantly melted, the seductive act completely drained out of him, letting Alfred reclaim his spot on top of the Brit. In this adrenaline filled moment, Arthur slanted his lips against Alfred, letting the younger of the two explore the other's mouth. Arthur ground their hardening arousals together.

"E-enough... with the foreplay" Arthur breathed.

Alfred was out of breath too, "What happened to the sexy act?" he smirked, "It was a complete turn-on."

Before Arthur could answer, Alfred dragged his tongue down the older man's abdomen, making sure to flick it across all the dips and curves that Arthur's body offered. Alfred noticed that his body was overly sensitive, the way he squirmed as his tongue neared the neglected erection. Alfred slipped off both Arthur's pants and underwear, he made sure to make it excruciatingly slow.

"Ah...hah...nngh." Arthur bit his finger, trying to stifle his moans.

Alfred teased Arthur's slit, rubbing small circles, adding pressure as he progressed. He gave a lazy lick to it before taking it into his mouth. Arthur eyes widened and he threw his head back with a breathy moan, pleasure coursed through his body. He threaded his fingers into dark blonde hair, Arthur felt everything. Alfred smirked, humming as he bobbed his head.

Fingers trailed the back his legs, Alfred didn't know, but the back of his knee was Arthur's weak point. With the aphrodisiac in his system, the sensitivity greatly increased. Alfred brushed the delicate area before Arthur came with a shuddering moan. Alfred pulled back and watched Arthur's chest rise and fall rapidly.

Alfred left the bed, quickly going through a drawer on the far side of the bedroom. When he returned with a small opaque tube, Alfred found that Arthur was aroused once again and on all fours. The Brit impaled himself with a single slick finger covered in saliva, Alfred's name on his lips. Alfred poured a generous amount on his fingers, and hovered over Arthur, sliding one digit in alongside Arthur's. He met some resistance from the tight hole.

"Alfred! What are you-ah!" Arthur protested before Alfred brushed against a spot that he couldn't reach himself. The darker blonde kissed the fading scar on Arthur's back and added another finger. Arthur tensed as a dull pain coursed through his lower back. He removed his own finger to lessen the pain.

"Relax..." Alfred coaxed, adding another finger, replacing the one Arthur pulled out. He scissored Arthur's entrance. "You're still so tight, are you a virgin?"

"Shut up...I'm not," Arthur mumbled, trying to keep his voice in check. "It's...been a while."

Alfred smirked, "I can tell."

Pulling his fingers out, Alfred silenced Arthur's remarks as he reached for the lube once more. After covering his length, he pulled Arthur's hips higher into the air and positioned himself at Arthur's entrance. This was when Alfred hesitated for a moment, worrying about the smaller man's body. "Arthur...you know at this point there's no going back, right?"

"You're saying this now?" Arthur huffed.

"I know! I know! I mean, this is just...well, it's going to hurt. Even though I prepared you well enough to ease most of the pain," Alfred began to sound slightly panicked, "You've been through a lot already...and the strain on you-"

"Alfred...in case you haven't noticed, I'm beyond the point of caring about my well being."

"But-"

"Alfred!"

Alfred flipped Arthur over spread his legs, "I want to see your face, contorted in pleasure, hear every moan, gasp, and groan you make." Arthur's darkening blush egged Alfred on. "And so you know, I won't hold back. I will make you scream.

Arthur's skin tingled at the lust-laced threat, letting Alfred have complete control. He tried not to make a sound, but his body responded strongly to every move Alfred made. True to his word, Alfred was being rough. But not to the point of pain. Arthur arched his back off of the bed and jerked his hips forward, driving Alfred deeper inside him.

"Hah...you're tightening around me already...you close?" Alfred commented.

"It's because you're moving so...ah! There!" Arthur cried raking his nails down Alfred's back. "Alfred...again...please."

The knight almost stopped completely, he wanted to hear Arthur beg for him again. Something about his panting, needy body language, and breathy voice drove Alfred nearly insane. He slowed his movements considerably, taking in the soft protests and whines of the smaller man.

"What did you say you wanted me to do?" Alfred murmured before blowing into Arthur's ear, "Tell me...or I won't understand."

Arthur glared at him with all the ferocity he could muster, but it immediately returned back to its original hazy state when Alfred snapped his hips forward. Arthur responded by giving Alfred a passion-filled kiss. "Take me... make me yours. Please...hurry..."

"Can I mark you?" Alfred asked, picking up his already punishing speed.

"God...sure! Do whatever you want!"

Alfred stopped and tilted Arthur's head, exposing the small heart-shaped birthmark. He licked it slowly before nipping it, unknown pleasure ripped through Arthur's body, he cried out in ecstasy gasping Alfred's name and spilling out onto the sheets.

At the sight of Arthur, Alfred did the same, murmuring Arthur's name. The room was silent... except for the slow steady breathing of the two men. Alfred rolled over to his side smiling softly at Arthur, who chose to wrap himself in the covers. He looked like a caterpillar in its cocoon. Alfred held back a laugh and pulled the bundle of blue to his chest.

"I love you, Arthur." Alfred said softly.

Poking his head out, Arthur gave Alfred a quick peck and settled his head against the knight's chest. "I love you too...thanks for saving me. And-"

"And?"

"WHAT was that?"

"What was what?"

"When you gave me that hickey?"

"What's that?"

Arthur huffed, "When you 'marked' me."

"Well, when you mark someone, that person is bonded to you?"

"I don't understand."

"That's the only way I can explain it." Alfred frowned. "You can ask Elizaveta at some point."

"You should sleep, Alfred." Arthur mumbled, closing his eyes. "You've been through a lot."

"I could say the same to you." Alfred replied, sliding a hand through Arthur's hair. He yawned. "But the worst is over now."

My face the entire time I wrote this...I couldn't keep a straight face AT ALL. I let one of my friends read the rough draft, yeah...wasn't one of my better ideas.

In other news...

I am so in love with BBC Sherlock adaptation it's ridiculous. Sherlock x John I think is my new OTP. I highly recommend it to ANYONE.

AND HETALIA SEASON 5 IS ALMOST HERE! I saw the trailer and the animation left me in tears of joys, I'm looking forward to it.

I hope you enjoyed my first smut fest, it took a lot to write it! See you next chapter!