WARNING! I do not hold back when it comes to sex scenes, I mean it. Not to mention this is an erotic fic after all. You have been warned! Now, it's pomf pomf time.

Starships

Chapter Eleven

By Pixiedust291

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Alfred was silent as he led Arthur back to his room. He didn't touch Arthur except to guide him into the lift. A moment after the doors shut and the lift began to move Arthur felt it come to an abrupt halt. He knew they could not be there already. "Is something going on?" Arthur asked.

"I stopped the elevator." His voice held no emotion what so ever. Arthur gulped. "I didn't realize you already had a lover," Alfred continued bitterly.

"Wait! Hold on a second. That twit isn't my lover!"

"Artie?" the way he said it made the word sound as if it were the most repulsive thing in the galaxy. "Care to explain that." He made a sound of disgust "It takes me weeks to get you to even tell me your name and that frog eating bastard has a nick name for you! Do you delight in tormenting me? Was that it this whole time?!"

Arthur growled "Shut it! You aren't listening to me! He isn't and never was my lover!" Arthur nearly bellowed. "Yes, I've had sex with him! Since you seem so interested in knowing that fact." He hissed. He took a breath, trying to calm himself "It wasn't even sex really. Most of our couplings only happened because he was bored and ordered me to. And I was bored and bound by duty." He hated saying it out loud, admitting it just made him feel dirty. "We never had any romantic feels for each other. If anything, we hate each other's guts. None of my partners have ever made me feel-" he caught himself. He had been about to say something completely cheesy. Dear god what was wrong with him?

"Go on."

Arthur bit his lower lip. The jealous idiot was really going to make him say it. "Fine! None of my previous partners have ever made me feel even a quarter of what I feel with you."

Alfred was quiet for a long moment. The small lift was infuriatingly silent and Arthur's ears even strained to pick up their unsteady breathing. Then he heard Alfred take a step and before he knew it Arthur felt himself being pushed against the wall. "I'm sorry," the American apologized "It was unfair of me to jump to conclusions before asking you about it. However," his voice dropped down to a low whisper "you should have told me before we went to see him. When I saw him touch you..." his voice tailed off and he gave Arthur a rather painful nip to his neck, causing the Brit to gasp. "Before I take you back, tell me you are mine."

Arthur couldn't help the smirk that came to his face, even if Alfred's demanding demeanor was pissing him off a little, "Jealous?" he teased.

"Extremely, now swear it to me."

Arthur's brows furrowed. He was genuinely surprised the man admitted it so openly "It really means that much to you?"

"Yes." His voice sounded strained, as if he were battling some strong emotion.

Arthur sighed "I'm yours," hearing himself say it with his own voice made him a little embarrassed.

He felt Alfred give him a quick peck on the cheek before moving away. "Good."

Arthur inwardly shook his head, jealous moron. As if he could feel- he paused. Feel? Did he feel something for the American? More than just desire? The question made him uncomfortable so he pushed it to the back of his mind. "Has Francis been living like that ever since we came on board?"

"Yes. He's had the best of everything in our cargo bay. Wine, pasta, and...chocolate." By the emphasis on the last word Arthur could tell which was the commodity Alfred was most resentful about. He had to hide a smile. The man's simple desires were rather endearing at times. "I mean, we're pirates for fuck's sake. Does he think the best things in the universe just grow on trees that we can freely pick from?" Something akin to a growl escaped Alfred. "He would use less, if we took it out of his share."

"He's in for a cut?" Arthur jolted as he felt the lift start to move again.

"Of course, the entire kidnapping was his idea."

"How much?"

"Not as much as you would think. He actually doesn't really seem to care about the money. Now that I've seen that little spat between you two, maybe he doesn't want money but really wants freedom like he said." He chuckled.

"You find his hatred of matrimony amusing?"

"A little." Alfred breathed in a steadying breath "Settling down with one person just doesn't bother me I guess. In fact, I think it would be kind of nice. Waking up to the same person sleeping next to you day after day, maybe have a kid." He shrugged "You know, the basics." Alfred was kind of glad Arthur couldn't see, because then the Brit couldn't see that he was looking at him as he said it.

Arthur laughed "I can not imagine Francis ever wanting either of those things." He heard the lift open and felt Alfred grab his hand. The rest of the walk to Alfred's quarters was quiet, because both of their minds were occupied with their own thoughts. Arthur heard another door open and immediately knew when they had reached the room due to the carpet. He was led to the bed and he felt Alfred begin to untie his boots. After his boots Arthur felt Alfred take a seat on the bed close to him. Hands grasped his shirt and pulled it over his head. The American pulled Arthur against him.

His body felt hard and strong. Arthur's hand went to his shoulder to wrap around his neck. Alfred slid his hands down Arthur's back to grip his ass. As he squeezed, the tightness of the pants he wore pulled between his legs in both an uncomfortable and stimulating way. Arthur's heart began to pound in his ears as they began to twitch. "I love your ears." Alfred whispered. One of his hands reached up to massage the right kitty ear between his thumb and forefinger. Arthur gasped and literally purred. Arthur felt himself growing harder within the confines of his pants.

Alfred's fingers began to tug at the buttons on Arthur's trousers, and the Brit's breath caught in his throat. "You are incredible." Alfred lips brushed against Arthur's jaw, moving toward the ear. "I will fuck the memory of any other man from your mind. You are mine." His hands pushed Arthur's pants down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. He gripped and squeezed Arthur's buttocks, causing the man to moan.

"Alfred," Arthur moaned, knowing how saying the man's name would affect the American. "Please. I want you inside me."

Apparently, that was all the American needed to hear. He let Arthur go. The Brit could hear rustling, the thud of boots hitting the floor as they were tossed aside, and the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle being undone. Arthur wanted to scream. The man was undressing and because of his blindness he wasn't seeing a bloody thing. It was more than unfair! It was cruel torture! The thought of Alfred naked made him weak with need. A thought occurred to him. He might not be able to see Alfred, but he could damn well feel ever curve and dip of that body and get an image in his mind.

The bed jostled as Arthur felt the American jump onto it. He grabbed Arthur again and kissed him, his hard, warm, naked body pressed up against Arthur's own. It was heaven. Arthur's hands ventured Alfred's form. His fingertip first grazing over the man's shoulders, then his palms surfed down the smooth skin of his back and up the rise of his buttocks. He grasped the American, a cheek in each hand. Tight, round, and firm. Very nice. After sufficient groping Arthur skimmed his fingernails along the man's hip and over his hip bones. One hand dipped lower to cup his erection, just to get a feel for the size. From what Arthur felt, it was more than satisfactory. He pawed the man's stomach, which felt for the most part flat and muscular. His fingers traveled upward to a strong well defined chest, much to Arthur's appreciation. "Enjoying reading my body by brail?" Alfred's tone was as much joking as it was seductive.

Arthur smiled "Yes. It was a wonderful read."

"Thank you." His lips trailed down Arthur's chest to then circle his navel "You're not so bad looking yourself. Truthfully, you're the sexiest thing I have ever seen." He nipped at Arthur's stomach just above his erection. His warm tongue left cool, wet spots on his flesh. He gripped Arthur's ass with both hands, kneading and pulling. Arthur groaned and arched his back. His lips and teeth moved lower, and Arthur gasped when once again he felt Alfred' breath on the head of his erection. His tongue caressed the tip. Arthur's hand went to intertwine in Alfred's hair, pulling him closer. He moaned loudly as the warmth of that talented tongue spread across the head of his cock. Alfred moaned, too. He became more aggressive, licking and gently scraping his teeth along the Brit's sex but not taking it into his mouth.

"Oh god," Arthur spoke breathlessly.

Suddenly Alfred moved, changing their position until they were laying on the bed one next to the other. Arthur almost whimpered at the loss of the American's mouth but then he felt the man's sex press and rock against his. Arthur gasped at the sensation and rocked his hips forward to meet Alfred's every movement. His fingers probed downward, between his legs, where they probed and touched against his anus. Alfred moved on top of him and Arthur wrapped his legs around him as he pressed against him hard, using both his hands and dry humping to make Arthur's world spin.

Alfred was talking in his, low, urgent whisper that Arthur could not make out because he was so lost in pleasure. The American didn't seem to care that he didn't hear him. He felt as if he had lost himself to undeniable need that the American had kindled within him. He wanted more and everything Alfred could give. Arthur nearly came when he felt Alfred nip his cat ear. All of his previous partners had never done anything with his feline features, but Alfred seemed to be utterly entranced with them. He mewed "I love it when you make little noises like that. I wonder," one hand left Arthur's bottom to then stroke down the length of his tail. Arthur lost all ability to breath as his body stiffened. It was a raging battle within his own body to not orgasm at that exact moment. His body trembled as he grabbed himself, squeezing the base of his shaft tightly. He heard Alfred chuckle "Almost lose control?"

Almost was an understatement, but Arthur contented himself with nodding. His breathing was labored. He needed to do something, anything, to just give himself a break so that their first mating would not be over in a manner of minutes. Arthur trailed his hands up Alfred's muscular arms, over his shoulder, and up his neck to his head, where he buried his fingers in his hair. His hair was short and felt soft to his touch. "What color is it?" Arthur asked.

"Blonde." Alfred laughed "But not as blonde as yours. I'm more of a honey blonde where as you're a golden blonde. I'm afraid I've become somewhat vain since I met you. I spend a ridiculous amount of time in front of the mirror before you arrive, even though I know you can't see me." The confession made Arthur smile. He moved his fingers forward to carefully explore his face. The first thing he came in contact with was something hard that moved the moment he touched it. "Oh, sorry."

"What was that?"

"My glasses. I should have known something was up when the world started looking all foggy." He joked.

"You wear glasses?" Arthur was surprised. Since the discovery of laser fusion and cell development, hardly anyone had any imperfections with their bodies anymore. People with bad eyesight, paraplegics, all of that had faded out centuries ago.

"I know, I'm still a bit archaic. I've done contacts too, but they are hard to come by."

So, his erotic captor wore glasses. That was a twist. "Is there anything else I should know about?"

There was a moment of silence "Um... I do have stars on my hips."

"... What?"

"I have a trail of about three stars on each side of my hips. They're not very big. I think that's probably because I was complaining so much about the pain. I was also kind of tipsy at the time." Arthur didn't know weather to be surprised or find that extremely hot. Arthur felt an insistent finger press against his anus, "Now, do you really want to continue talking?"

Arthur moaned. No he did not. He leaned in and kissed him. Alfred pulled him tight against him. It felt amazing, but it wasn't enough. There was so much of him Arthur still knew nothing about, but for some reason that didn't matter. He was sure he would eventually learn it over time. "On my chest."

"What?"

"Sit on my chest." Arthur gulped "I want to taste you."

Alfred groaned "I would love that, but I'm a bit bigger then you." Arthur felt arms wrap around his body and then a whoosh of air as he rolled them, changing their position yet again. "Here. Now I won't worry about crushing you."

Arthur growled "I'm not some doll." But at that moment he didn't want to argue. His fingers skimmed along the warm hairless skin until the found the American's sex, thick and hard.

"Ohhh my, Arthur," Alfred gasped as his fingers moved up his shaft to his tip. Circumcised. Arthur smiled. He felt fingers clench in his hair, pulling him forward. He opened his mouth and let the American slide over his tongue. His taste was slightly salty and musky. Although the man kept his fingers tight in his hair, his hip did not move. He held perfectly still and let Arthur explore his length with his mouth and hands. He smelled amazing, and his scent alone had Arthur's own sex twitching. Arthur slid the American's cock deep into his throat. As he pulled back he ran his tongue up along the underside.

"Arthur," Alfred said with a strangled gasp. He used his hands in Arthur's hair to pull him back and away from his erection. Faster than Arthur could register, he felt the bed dip and then his entire body moved upward, straddling Alfred's hips. His cock curved firmly against the seam of his ass. He heard a mechanical sound toward the head of the bed.

"What was that?" Any other questions were lost as warm finger slick with some kind of oil wrapped around and pressed against his anus. The alluring scent of vanilla hung thick in the air.

"That was just the automatic lube dispenser at the top of my headboard." Alfred explained as if it was nothing special. Arthur would have asked more if those damned fingers were not driving him crazy. They teased and stroked him but never penetrated. "I have never wanted anyone the way I want you." Alfred's voice was hushed as he kissed and licked Arthur's neck. "I don't want to ever let you go." At his word not one but two fingers pushed inside. Arthur actually meowed. A dark blush colored his cheek. He was beyond embarrassed but the probing and thrusting fingers felt too good. The way they stretched his walls and the feel of the man's cock pressed against him only made the invasion more intimate. Two more fingers pressed in and then they spread him wide, stretching him further, Arthur felt as if he were completely exposed. Arthur bit his lip, arching his back and pushing his ass against Alfred's hand.

"Please, take me." His hands found and brought the American's face upward for a deep, bone melting kiss. "Alfred."

The fingers left, making Arthur shake and whimper. Desire and lust eclipsed all else. Arthur felt the head being pressed against him a second before his hips were grabbed and pulled down roughly, thrusting Alfred's sex into his body with almost mind blowing intensity. Arthur screamed from the pleasure and momentary pain. Alfred held him there for only a fraction of a second before he began to thrust fast and deep. His hips slammed upward, fucking him hard.

"Fuck yeah." He heard Alfred exclaimed. Arthur's sentiments exactly, how long had he wanted this? And now to finally have it, Arthur was having trouble even thinking. He loved the way Alfred felt inside him, all hot and thick. He filled Arthur completely and with every thrust the man was hitting his prostate. It was a slightly painful sensation but it also made his body explode with overwhelming pleasure. Arthur gritted his teeth as he leaned forward and angled himself just right that when Alfred thrust up he slammed down. The action caused both of them to groan. "Fuck! You have strength!" One of Alfred's hands closed on Arthur's ass, his fingers digging in.

"I like that." Arthur whispered in the American's ear "I like it when you talk dirty, and swear when you get excited." He licked the shell of the man's ear.

Alfred tightened his grip on his ass and slammed into him with a thoroughly male grunt, again and again. Arthur's own body meeting him for every thrust. He was close; he could feel it in his legs, but the position they were in was keeping him from his orgasm. Growling, Arthur grabbed Alfred's shoulders and tried to flip them. Unfortunately he did not see where the side of the bed was and they ended up tumbling out of it. Arthur fell on his back and Alfred on top of him, their connection never lost.

Alfred leaned up and opened his mouth to ask if Arthur was alright, when the Brit kissed him roughly "I don't care. Just please, fuck me." He whimpered "I'm so close." He wrapped his legs around his hips, bucking under him. The American's hips pulled away, only to slam against him with a loud smack. Arthur couldn't help but moan in greedy delight. The new position allowed for an even deeper penetration. Alfred continued to slam into him without reservation. He kissed and bit at Arthur's neck and shoulder. Arthur replied with ferocious counterthrusts. He dragged his fingernails up Alfred's back before his hand slid down to feel the muscles of his ass flexing under his palm and dug his fingernails in there to encourage him. The American moaned desperately as his thrusts became swifter.

The sounds of damp flesh striking damp flesh filled the room, understoned by masculine grunts and soft purring. The raw scent of sweat and sex was thick in the air. Arthur writhed under him. Erotic tension coiled tight in his abdomen. His mouth pressed to the American's throat, and his tongue made exciting wet swirls against his pulse. A hand skimmed up Arthur's side to his chest. There it trapped his nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Arthur's breathing stopped, and he trembled uncontrollably. A hand wrapped around his erection. "Come for me!" Alfred demanded as he slammed into him "Now!"

Release struck, burning up his spine to explode in the back of his skull. Drowning under a molten wave of carnal euphoria, without thought he sank his teeth into the junction of Alfred's neck. Alfred howled. Arthur clawed at his back as he growled. Alfred thrust powerfully only two more times before his body shook violently as he held Arthur close. Arthur felt the man's cock releasing within him and smiling seductively, he licked the wound he had made on Alfred's neck.

He did not mind when the American lost the strength in his arms and fell on top of him. The weight comforted him somewhat, and besides now both their stomachs would be coated in Arthur's cum. He felt it kind of marked the American in a way, as his and his alone. When Alfred pulled out and moved to the side to lie on his back Arthur followed him and laid his head on his chest. A hand began to comb through his hair and stroke down his spine until the base of his tail.

"You're purring again." Alfred chuckled, though he sounded out of breath "I'll take it that's a good sign." Arthur only purred louder. "Wow... I've never had such great sex that I've fallen out of the bed before. You are quite the sensual creature."

"Only with some." Arthur said sleepily, a smile on his face. He frowned "You're not going to leave any time soon are you?"

"No, why?"

The smile returned to Arthur's face and he yawned as he stretched "Good."

Alfred smirked "You like cuddling." It had been a rhetorical question but Arthur had nodded anyway. "Do you want to get back in the bed?" Arthur shook his head, no. Rolling his eyes Alfred looked around. When they had tumbled out of the bed they had taken one of the blankets with them. Leaning up as best he could with Arthur still on his chest he grabbed a pillow and another blanket. He tucked the pillow behind his head and then wrapped the other blanket over them both. Before he leaned back to relax he kissed Arthur's forehead "Good night, my love."

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A/N: *sigh* well that was a long horrible few days. It's good to be back at writing again.

To prevent this chapter from having the horrible tentacle/testicle error as in the previous chapter (I still am so ashamed that that happened) my fiancé was kind enough to beta this chapter. Unfortunately for me, my fiancé has a sense of humor and for ever error he corrected he teased me about it maliciously. *face palm* I'll try to have the next chapter up soon, and I hope you guys enjoyed the sex scene!