"What did you buy?" Arthur peered at Francis' purchase curiously.
Francis snapped it back, refusing to acknowledge Matthew's smirk.
Suddenly Alfred stopped, looking back at Francis and Arthur with pleading looks. "Can you guys just go and spend the night somewhere else?"
"What!" Francis snapped, "you can't just boot me out like that! Where are we meant to sleep!" He demanded.
Matthew shifted his feet nervously, looking a little disappointed. For once Arthur read the scene quicker than Francis.
"Come on, we can stay in me and Alfred's student place; we still technically own it," he tried to silently converse what Alfred and Matthew must have agreed to do tonight.
"Fine" Francis sniffed, "but we're going there right now,"
Arthur was a little taken aback, "but don't we need pyjamas..." He broke off; knowing this was the deal Francis was offering him in exchange for spending a night in the terrible student accommodation.
"Let's go then" Arthur muttered; he still had the key attached to his keyring.
"Thank you Arty," Alfred hugged his brother tightly, whispering in his ear so only Arthur could hear what he had to say, "and if you decide to do anything with him don't anything you don't want to."
Arthur flushed, giving Alfred a small shove in the chest.
He and Francis set off to catch a bus back to college.
Francis supposed it wouldn't be too bad, he might be able to bump into Antonio and have a nice conversation, before crawling into bed next to Arthur... Unless... Francis suddenly had other ideas on what to do tonight.
He did meet Antonio outside in the hall cursing and banging the drinks machine. He looked rather upset about something.
Feeling that even with Arthur there, he needed to stop to at least ask Antonio what was wrong.
"Lovino thinks I like his brother again..." He mumbled,
"How could he think that, you follow him around everywhere like a lost puppy," Francis was surprised at this, "did you do something differently?"
"Well I had a conversation with Feliciano in the hall, about how things were going with Ludwig; but that was it..." Antonio shook his head, pulling a smile for Francis, "hey don't let me keep you," he glanced in the bag, "I'm sure your friend will look great in that," he winked.
Patting Antonio's back reassuringly, Francis hurried after Arthur.
The Brit had just managed with a grunt to get the door open. It looked a little empty now that no one was living in it, but there was still a thin blanket covering the two beds.
"Are you going to tell me what's in the bag now?" Arthur asked, making a grab for it, "you're avoiding showing me."
Taking Arthur's wrist to keep him steady, Francis opened the bag a crack; letting the Brit see the contents.
"You can't be serious!" Arthur tried to back away, struggling to get his grip out of Francis' vice like grip.
"Here's the deal cher, either you put it on or I will." Even though Francis knew he had a good body, it was not the sort of body that could wear a dress like that. Once when he was younger one of the nanny's daughters had leant him some of her dresses and they'd really suited him; but that was then.
"Your joking," Arthur turned away with his arms folded across his chest, though he didn't look completely like he was certain of this.
"I'll do it now" Francis warned, pulling his shirt off, and pulling the dress out of the bag.
"No, please don't!" Arthur grabbed it off him; considering whether to just throw it out the window, but now Francis was expecting him to change into it.
"Unless you assure me you'll put it on now, I'll make you change here and watch you," Francis could feel himself winning this.
"Alfred told me not to do anything for you I didn't want to do" Arthur muttered, feeling embarrassed at bringing up his brother. It felt a little like bringing your mother up when someone suggested you should run across throw a paper plane at a teacher.
"Did he really" Francis smirked, playing to Arthur's pride.
"Fine!" Arthur spun round in the direction of the bathroom with the dress tucked unceremoniously under his arm.
Francis waited patiently outside the bathroom. Matthew doubted his skills too much. Just because he was nice to Matthew didn't mean he was to everybody.
"I'm not coming out" Arthur muttered from behind the door.
"Yes you are" Francis told him, "or I'll come in and get you; I know the lock on this door doesn't work."
He stepped back when he felt the door beginning to creak open.
"I feel stupid," Arthur's cheeks burned from the crack in the door, "and I hate you for making me do this you perverted Frog,"
"out you come" Francis ignored the jibes.
Slowly Arthur forced himself into sight, tugging uncomfortably at the hem of the dress. The dress came down to just below his knees, with a square neck that ended about 10cms from his neck, with short puffy sleeves. It reminded France a little of those dresses women may have worn in the late middle ages.
He motioned Arthur towards him, knowing if he could make Arthur do this, he could make him do anything. This was going to be a fun night.
"Very lovely mon cher" he cooed, but he did not lay a finger on the Brit. "How about we play a game?"
"What sort of game?" Arthur asked nervously, tightening his hold on the hem.
"Just do everything I tell you to" Francis beamed, leading the way into Arthur's old bedroom; pulling one of the seats from the kitchen with him, and propping up in one corner in view of the bed, seating himself down.
"What are you doing?" Arthur blinked, seating himself down on the bed.
Francis ignored his question, looking like he was thinking hard.
"Drop your boxers" he ordered, making Arthur turn every single colour he thought it possible for a human face to turn, and then some.
"I did not agree to playing this stupid game!" He argued, turning away,
"Go on cher" Francis pressed, not moving from were he was sitting or changing the smug expression on his face.
Keeping his back to the Frenchman, Arthur bit his newly healed lip shifting his hands over the dress' material, and finding his waistband he began to edge his boxers off, shivering when he felt them slip down his legs to the floor.
He couldn't stop himself it was like he had to obey everything Francis told him to do. Then he realised why he was doing it. He wanted Francis to sleep with him. Fine he'd play along with this game; but he was going to stop it being so one sided.
He sat back on the bed. Narrowing his eyes at Francis with a smirk of his own, positioning himself in a suggestive way. He was pleased to see Francis flinch.
Francis inwardly cursed. So this was how Arthur wanted to play it then. He got up from the chair and sat down on the bed next to Arthur. "Sit on the bed with your back to me" he ordered, having to use every part of his will power to hold back from just fucking Arthur right here and now.
Arthur did as he was told looking curious as to where they were going next.
"I want you to make room for me" Francis whispered, sounding like he was probably only mere inches from Arthur's ear.
"Make room?" Arthur was confused, then he remembered the conversation he'd had with Alfred earlier in the week. Francis wasted him to do this bit himself!
"Put your fingers in your mouth, it'll make it a little easier," at least Francis' voice did sound a little concerned.
Trailing his tongue along his fingers Arthur drenched them in as much saliva as possible. As demeaning as it was, he knew he had to arch his back a little to reach his entrance.
He hesitated before pressing the first finger inside himself. It was more painful than anything he'd experienced for many years.
"I can't" he panted, tears streaming down his cheeks, "please, you do it." After that first finger Arthur wasn't sure he wanted anybody to do it, but there was no going back now.
"Okay... Sorry for asking you to do that," he felt Francis lower him onto his back. He noticed Arthur's hardened members sticking up through the dress material. "Shall I deal with that first?"
"Just do something!" Arthur snapped, feeling a little ill with nerves; and he was sure Francis touching his member would be a lot less painful.
Everything that washed over him in the next few seconds was exhilarating. Arthur felt deep moans catch in his throat as Francis ran his tongue along the bottom of his erection, almost in a taunting way; his head was between Arthur's legs, holding up the dress material for a better angle.
"Gah! Francis~" He was breathing heavily, unsure whether to spread his legs or try and cover himself up.
He almost cummed straight into Francis' hand when the Frenchman pressed down on his already pre-cum dripping tip, before swirling his mouth around it to polish off the pre-cum.
Still with his hand running along his penis, Francis pulled Arthur so he was sitting on his lap, kissing him meaningfully, grinning against Arthur's silenced moans.
"Enjoying yourself yet cher?" He smiled, giving Arthur's cock a firm squeeze.
With a cry Arthur released into his hand, falling against his lover's chest still panting.
When he gained his breath back, he glanced up at Francis; eyes already watery and cheeks flushed pink. "Are you going to...?"
Francis nodded, holding out his fingers for Arthur to suck.
"I'll try and be gentle" he promised.
Giving a brave nod, Arthur took the digits in his mouth, drenching them in saliva. This however was the first time he'd gotten Francis to make a noise. Pausing for a moment with surprise, Arthur nipped the end of one of the fingers; receiving another moan from Francis in exchange.
By the time Arthur had finished with his fingers they were red and dripping.
Francis pulled him close to him, kissing him softly as he inserted the first finger. Arthur let out a cry of pain, tears falling from his eyes.
As soon as he had made enough room, Francis slipped in the second finger. The Brit was still crying, tensing every muscle in his body; making it more difficult for Francis to spread his fingers.
"Take the dress off," he needed to distract him in some way; and it was blocking his sight of Arthur's naked body.
"I thought you wanted it on?" Arthur managed to choke with a note of irritation.
"Take it off now."
It seemed to serve as a suitable distraction. Arthur wasn't quite so tense and the pained noises had stopped. Francis hated the idea he was putting Arthur through so much pain for this, just because he couldn't keep his hands off him any longer.
He needed to find the spot he was looking for.
Brushing his fingers around inside Arthur, he knew he'd found the right spot when Arthur whipped his head back in shock, letting out a pleasured moan.
"So that's what Alfred meant..." Arthur heard himself mumble, seeing his vision cloud; he just wanted Francis to touch him there again and again.
Like Alfred had predicted, Francis' aim was brilliant; Arthur allowed himself to be finger fucked, even rocking his hips a little; he didn't even feel Francis add the third and last finger.
He did however feel Francis enter him.
How couldn't he, even in the bath he hadn't realised Francis was so big. All the space Francis had made just seemed to be used up fitting Francis' own throbbing member inside him.
He felt a short stab of pain again when Francis lowered him down again, beginning to rock his hips slowly; letting Arthur get used to the pace.
"You feel so good..." Francis let the words escape him, beginning to thrust a little faster, holding Arthur's hips to help him meet the faster thrusts.
Arthur's heavy pants made his cock stiffen even more so. He thrusted against that spot he'd found with his fingers, letting the Brit's moans wash over him; lapping every single one up into his memory.
"I think my hips are going to split!" Arthur cried when Francis gave a particularly hard thrust, almost pulling himself out of Arthur then slamming back into him.
Francis also thought he caught the sight of blood on the sheets, he pressed down to kiss Arthur; feeling the Brit release again against his chest, while he filled the inside of him.
He pulled his limp cock quickly out of Arthur, leaning over his smaller lover with a look of concern. "Are you okay?" He asked when Arthur continued to leak tears and gasp for air.
"Of course not you bloody idiot!" He snapped with as much energy as he could muster; then he bit his lip, "am I bleeding?"
Nervously, Francis moved Arthur's body slightly.
"Just a bit" he admitted guiltily, kissing Arthur tenderly and pulling the thin cover over their bodies. It wasn't thick enough to hide the view though, so even now Francis could see every detail of the Brit's exhausted body.
"Goodnight" Arthur muttered, falling asleep almost instantly against Francis' chest,
"Goodnight mon cher" Francis replied, placing a kiss on Arthur's forehead, holding the other body close so they could share each other's body warmth, before drifting off to sleep.
