Rating: T+
Warnings: Porn mentioning, language
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the movie, nor the anime.

I'm already almost done with chapter 12. Aren't y'all proud of me?

Anyways, I hope to have it up as soon as possible... which means...

This is the second to last chapter of this story.

Trust me, I'm going to miss it a lot. This has been so fun to write, you don't even know. Thank you to everyone who's been reading and reviewing! It makes me rather happy to read them.

Right now, I'm trying to come up with follow up plots if I possibly write a sequel. Though I'm still not sure if I will. I guess I'll have to consult with my editor. Even if this story was supposed to be her Christmas present.

Also, in some news that really isn't super important, Senpai noticed me. My favourite author on Fanfiction ever called me sweet on tumblr. Her name is Desinty-Shiva, and if your like FrUkUs, she has this two-part story she's started updating again. The first part is a one shot, and the second is multi-chaptered.

And, here's words that pertain to the story.

Arthur had been in the porn business since he was 18, Alfred soon found out. He came from a very wealthy family, and his parents constantly belittled and bossed him about taking the wrong paths, and not following the family business. Which happened to be selling very expensive and high-end toiletries.

When he reached the age of 14, he'd had enough of it. He began rebelling, simply by yelling or denying the nannies or butlers that tried to carry out strict orders from his parents. It was never a personal thing. He just needed a way to start.

Of course, there was one special nanny he held dear to his heart. Cecily. She was a tall woman, with stern eyes, but a very big heart and much sympathy. When Arthur was a child and ran crying to his room, she'd always be there to hold him and tuck him in to bed. He was always kind to her, even after he'd begun fighting back the forces that hammered him.

Around 15, his grades dropped. Arthur began skipping school to go down to the skate park with a group of boys that weren't the best influence. They convinced him to get a tattoo- though, Elizaveta, who had moved and switched to a school at the other end of the city, was completely against it- which he modeled after his favourite sport; football. Following, he began to get piercings; two on his left ear, on his nipple, his belly button, and his lip. He took on smoking and drinking, and often spent his weekends in bed with a terrible hangover, treated by Cecily for nights on end.

Arthur made no move to cover it up from his parents. Instead, he flaunted it, wearing huge earrings and sagging his jeans to show off his ink. He'd often bring his friends home, displaying their imperfections to add to the fire.

Though, after a while, around when he hit 17, it became part of his personality, not just a way to get back at everyone. That year was when he lost his virginity to his best friend at a party. Of course, it wasn't kept secret. The news of his first time spread like wildfire. Not just because it was one of the school bullies, but the fact he was now confirmably gay.

Being approached by others to ask if it was true was more embarrassing than Arthur wished. But in his mind, he needed to cover it up. Which led to more and more sex. It escalated to the point he'd be doing it with different people, whether adults or kids his own age- once or twice a week.

A week after his 18th birthday, one of the boys that he'd begun to see regularly approached him. He told about his cousin, who lived in Las Vegas, that was also a producer for films.

Adults films.

Arthur truly didn't want to do it. He thought selling his body for others to watch seemed a bit too far. But the pay seemed rather good, and these days, while he had all the money he wanted coming from his parents, he really didn't have any kind of future laying out for him. So he agreed to take the interview.

And, soon, he was starring in solos to prove his worth.

One thing led to a next, he climbed the popularity level in the porn industry, and he was becoming a requested regular for several different companies. This little thing was kept hidden extremely well for months, until a DVD of his was found by his snooping mother in the back of his closet. To say the least, she was mortified. And, in a rage, she kicked Arthur from the house, and cut off his money supply until he'd fixed himself up.

That night, Cecily held Arthur and cried, begging him to stop selling himself land come back. She admitted was about 29 now, much too old to be babying him, and instead felt her feelings developing. She had a contract, and couldn't leave the estate for another 4 years, and wished she could spend the remaining with the boy.

That was also the last night Arthur ever saw her.

He continued on his climb. At this point he was 20, and a very well known addition to many gay men films, and had a lot of money. He'd lost all his previous friends, his family, and even his long-term caretaker he'd loved like a sister since he was young.

Somehow, he got accepted into a nearby college in his town, and quit his previous job. He got a part-time job as a janitor at the local high school, rented out an apartment, and got his teaching degree in his favourite school subject; literature. Within that year, at age 24, he'd been offered a substituting position at that same school that would change his life once more.

Alfred brushed a lock of hair from Arthur's eyes, watching it flutter and rest behind the other's ear. Everything about him was soft like always, though he carried a messy appearance from falling asleep on the plane. Emerald green eyes blinked up at Alfred for moments, before the lips under them began speaking.

"...Thank you." He said plainly.

"For what?"

"Coming to get me..."

Alfred grinned in pride, leaning into the older teacher and kissing his forehead. "What, did you think I'd just let you run back to that?"

Then came the almost silent answer. "I caught you watching the videos. ...I was sure that's all you saw me as."

Alfred sighed heavily, almost as if he was talking to a child. He wound his fingers in the other's grasping his much smaller hand within both of his own. "Arthur, you're hot. I'll admit that. And I'm a teenage boy racing with hormones. Of course if I see someone that I like doing that kind of stuff, I'm gonna be intrigued. But that was your past. Kinda... a benefit to your awesome personality and stuff. I wouldn't want you to ruin your life by entering that kind of business again. It can't be healthy for you!"

A smile fell on Arthur's lips, lifting Alfred's heart, until the Brit realized he was and replaced it with a scowl. "I'm a perfectly grown adult. You don't need to watch out for me."

Laughing, Alfred brought his arms around the other to draw him in. "It's just like you to ignore every nice thing I say to find a flaw. But, y'know what? It's fine. 'Cause I know you're secretly loving it."

"I am not! You talk in too much slang for me to even think they were halfway romantic!"

"Mhm."

"I'm serious!"

"Interesting."

"I'm about 5 seconds away from knocking out your eye."

Alfred rested his hand atop Arthur's lips, securing them shut. "Ssh. Let's just enjoy the night air while we can."

He adjusted himself on the airport bench, settling Arthur's torso snugly on his lap. The blond complied, not really having anything else to do while Arthur's car was being fetched by the airport valet.

After minutes of silence, Arthur spoke.

"I never got the chance to tell you..." He sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Hmm?"

"That was the first time you said your had feelings for me. And I guess I never really got to say anything."

"I already know your answer, Art-"

"Alfred," Arthur cut off, glancing up into his blue eyes with a smile. "I'm glad you were the one to make me stop. It's nice to be told by the person you love they want to be with you."

The two cruised along in a wonderfully comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's company. The wind brushed through their hair, as it flapped against the back of their seats. It was a rather warm summer night, and once Arthur reached their neighbor hood, about 4 minutes from their houses, he pulled over to the darkened curve and relaxed into his seat.

Alfred looked up from his smart phone, perplexed by their sudden stop. Before he could question it, Arthur turned his eyes to Alfred in a slight frown.

"What are we going to do about this? About you watching...that?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest, awaiting an answer.

Alfred's eyes widened and he sat up, shaking his head rather quickly. "Come on, I saw you, for like, an instant. But, Art, it wasn't a big deal, really!"

Arthur's mouth hung open, staring at him with a disbelieving offense.

"I-I mean," Alfred cut in, trying to save himself. "N-No, It was.. it was a big deal. Of course it was a big deal, but.. it's just that.. I didn't..." He cast his eyes to the floor, running a hand through his hair, at a loss of words. "I'm... sorry."

Arthur's brows gradually un-knit, his expression becoming more neutral. Breathing, he turned his body to face Alfred, and pulled his legs up onto the chair.

There was silence for a minute, before Alfred spoke again. Man, Arthur's stare was getting too pressuring. "...What?"

The next answer couldn't be good. A devious smirk flashed in the Brit's orbs. "You saw me."

Alfred cocked his head, nose crinkling in confusion. Arthur continued, "Shouldn't you repay the favour?"

The American froze, his eyes widening bigger. When Arthur said nothing else, Alfred couldn't help but nervously laugh, playing it off as a joke. "Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna strip here in the middle of everything."

Arthur didn't answer. Instead, he kept his smirk. Why wasn't he answering? Goddammit...!

"No." Alfred protested, sitting up and crossing his arms as Arthur had done before. "No. I'm not doing that."

Alfred groaned as lights flashed in his eyes, knocking out his vision for a second. When the flash cleared and he regained his sight, he saw the front of Arthur's small, red convertible- wow, what a sissy- with his amused face in the windshield. Alfred's hands shot down to his lower regions that were still covered with his plaid boxers, bouncing from bare foot to bare foot on the asphalt he was standing on.

Somehow, with his mere stare and words, Arthur had gotten Alfred to do it.

"That won't do," Arthur called out the window, directing his attention to the teen's obstructing and remaining clothes. "It needs to be the whole package."

"Come on, man!" Alfred hissed back, throwing his head around in anxiety. It'd be hell for his neighbors to see him now. "This is good enough!"

A loud horn blared in Alfred's ears, racking his brain. In a panicked frenzy, Alfred realized it'd most likely wake up the inhabitants of the surrounding houses, and he waved his hands to get his tormentor to stop. "Shit! Arthur, don't!" Alfred cried over the barking of nearby canines.

"Everything off, then!"

"But...!"

Arthur's hand hovered dangerously above the horn, making the American teen flinch. Finally realizing he had no where out, his hands traveled down below his hips. Slowly, he began to work the fabric off. "Jeezus... frickin' psycho..."

In a swift move, Alfred felt the bite of the night rush over his bare skin in all directions, and he dropped his underwear to the black ground. He tried his best to ignore the faux catcalls coming from inside the vehicle, looking anywhere but at Arthur.

"...There. Happy now?" Alfred sighed.

As an answer, the convertible revved, and began speeding forward. Directly in Alfred's path.

Alfred fell off to the side, landing in the nearby grass, avoiding the car by inches. When he looked back up again, his boxers were gone.

"Yup." Arthur teased, waving them above his head before depositing them in the back seat.

It took the blond about 5 seconds for him to respond out of shock, though, when he did, he was up on his feet and sprinting at his quickest speed after the departing car. "W-Wait! Art! C'mon, don't to this to me! Art!"

Arthur snickered under his breath. "I came back to pick you up."

"After my mom's best friend saw me!" Alfred pouted, maneuvering the car down another street on the way to their home. "God, now Grace's gonna find out."

"Oh, come now, love. It's not so bad." Arthur puffed out, leaning across the arm rest to plant a gentle kiss on Alfred's nose. It instantly perked the nearly-nude boy up, and his posture straightened rather quickly.

"Okay. I forgive you."

"I'm glad." Arthur settled back into his chair, rolling his eyes at the other's sudden mood change. "Have you gotten a date to prom, yet?"

"Prom?"

"That's what I said."

"I don't exactly need one."

"Why not? It's lame to go alone, Alfred."

"Well, it was yesterday."

Arthur stopped himself, an instant guilt building in the pit of his stomach. "When you were in Denmark... with me?"

Alfred nodded. He spared a look over his shoulder to see the saddened expression on the other's lips, which led him to chuckle sympathetically. "It's fine, Art! I wouldn't have wanted to go unless it was with you, anyways."

Arthur blinked, heat rising up his neck and dusting his face a light shade of pink. "Don't be silly. To make up for it, I'll come to your graduation and be sure to get enough pictures to satisfy that big head of yours."

"Um... see..." Alfred muttered, scratching the back of his head. "'Cause of budget, they planned it really close together. Graduation was tonight..."

Arthur looked positively distraught to the news.

"Don't worry, though. I didn't want to go anyways. It's not like they have a special diploma for heroes or anything."

Alfred pulled up to the front of Arthur's house. He unbuckled, and did the same for his partner, who now seemed to be lost in thought.

"I'll make it up to you." Arthur finally said, coming out of his state of incoherency. Though he was still staring off into the distance. "We don't need the car, but we have a bit of walking to do."

Alfred stared at him, bemused, signaling him to finish.

When Arthur finally regained his mind, he had the same rebellious look he had earlier. "Prom and graduation are for that one last crazy high school experience before you're made an adult. And tonight, Alfred, I'll make sure you get yours."

My planning sequence on the Piratepad I write this on was literally;

Alfred will interrupt the scene by posing as one of the extras, and will run after Arthur in a combat outfit

They'll have a make-up scene and kiss

Alfred and Arthur will go back home

Arthur will tell Alfred to strip for him

Alfred will do so

Aren't I the best?

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