AN: And here we are with the ending to this tale. wow, this has been really long hasn't it? or at least for us. We thank you all for staying with us for so long and supporting us throughout this fic! To everyone who took time to read it, leave reviews, favorite it, and put it on alert, we really appreciated it and we're thankful for every one of them. Also, my partner made an account on here under the name "Endlesshetalia" so feel free to go check his fanfics out. Thank you everybody and I hope you enjoy this long ending~

Francis fidgeted around in his seat uncomfortably, not being able to sit still and wait patiently in his office when he knew that today would be the day that would decide if Arthur was well enough to leave or not. After several other therapy sessions and some minor mishaps, they both agreed that he was stable enough to take the test and pass. But Arthur didn't do quite so well in pressuring situations like that, Francis knew that and could only hope for the best for him. The minutes passed by too slowly for him to handle so he decided to head outside for a bit and get some fresh air to calm his nerves.

Arthur mouth went dry as soon as the doctor that would test him entered the room. He looked down at his feet and began to shake. He knew he shouldn't do this, had been told it wouldn't be a healthy sign but he couldn't help it. He felt that his life was hanging on passing this test or not and it might as well have been. Who was this doctor to tell the Brit he was sane anyway? He felt fine...but he knew feeling fine just wouldn't hold when there were papers to sign that said Arthur was sane or not. "C-can I have Fr- I mean, Doctor Bonnefoy in here with me, please?"

The doctor thought about the request for a moment considering Bonnefoy was Arthur's "Personal" doctor after all. He really wasn't in that sense but everybody at the hospital calls him that due to his relationship status with Arthur. And knowing that the frenchman has a soft heart for his lover, he wasn't so sure if that was a good idea. He internally sighed, maybe if he set up some conditions he can allow it. "He may come in, but, he must stay far away from the examination table, and we'll be watching the both of you. Do you understand?"

Arthur finally looked up, feeling a lot happier in that moment than he had in the entire run up to this moment. "Y-yes of course, I understand completely!" He tries to hide the grin from his face, the shakes stopping.

The doctor nodded and called in one of the nurses to go fetch the other doctor and also an extra chair to be placed in the corner. After a few minute of searching, the nurse finally found Francis pacing back and forth worriedly outside of the building. It seems getting some air didn't help at all. After finally getting his attention and some talking, he quickly followed her to the room Arthur was in and nervously opened it, something uncommon for him to do. "You wanted me?"

"Francis!" Arthur leaps up and is about to hug the Frenchmen when he is thrown back in to his chair by the guard stationed inside just in case Arthur went off on one. They all knew how violent the Brit could get in a matter of seconds. Still he would much rather be tested with a friendly face in the room.

He gave his lover a little waved and mouthed to him to behave himself so that nothing would go wrong. He felt relieved though, now that he was able to witness the testing himself. It was only a few minutes before things start so he gave Arthur a quick encouraging thumbs up and blew him a kiss.

The Brit's face went scarlet at the gesture, something he knew Francis knew would happen. But the stubborn refusal to acknowledge his embarrassment at least gave him a little time to prepare himself. How hard could this be? If they only let him hold Francis' hand or something, was that really too difficult a request? Idiots the lot of them, not even a sane person would fair well being treated this way.

Francis watched through the whole examination and although some parts were iffy, Arthur seems to be doing well by himself. When it was all done, he asked if he was allowed to get up from his spot and quickly went to hug Arthur when he was given words of approval.

"Did I do well?" Arthur whispers, feeling somehow violated by their probing tests that were designed to get deeply into his subconscious.

He petted Arthur's head reassuringly, "you did well, don't worry."

Arthur exhaled and squeezed Francis as hard as he dared. "Can we leave this room now? It's choking me."

"Sure, but I need to talk to one of the head doctors, can you wait for me?" he asked.

Arthur scoffed. "Damn bureaucracy." He sighs and lets the Frenchmen go.

He chuckled and ruffled his hair, "it's only for a few minute, doctor's stuff you know?"

"No I don't." Arthur lent back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling as he combed his fingers through his messy hair as if that would straighten it.

"Oh well then, you are a businessman after all~" he bent down to give arthur a soft kiss on the forehead before leaving to chase after the doctor that had called him in for a few questions he had.

"I was..." Arthur sighs, thinking of his old life at the top of his company. Life had been so sweet then and yet in a sick way if Arthur had never had his breakdown and been admitted here, he would never have met Francis. It was cruel how fate played out her cards to people.

After he was done with his little chat with the head doctor, he walked back to the examination, happier now that things were over and he can spend some time with Arthur again. Maybe they could eat lunch together again like last week.

"So? Am I being let out of this dreadful place permanently or do they still think I'm a crackpot?" Arthur stood up to greet him, wondering if the results even came this quick.

"They said they won't have the results until a few days," he answered Arthur, pulling him into another embrace.

Arthur didn't return this one. "I'm so fed up Francis...you know that right? I'll die here if they don't let me out."

"Be patient Arthur, from what I heard from the doctor, you'll be out by next week," he told him, fiddling with the little ribbon that held Arthur's hair since it had grown a bit too long over the time he was there.

"Good. I need a haircut, and a real shower, and a decent meal and..." Arthur stops. "Next week...its Alfred's birthday next week and I haven't even gotten him anything!"

"We'll find him something in time, don't stress about it, or you'll get wrinkles on your forehead," he teased, poking Arthur playfully on the cheeks.

"You mean like you already have?" Arthur slaps his hand away and smirks, letting the banter fool him into thinking everything was fine.

"Mm, well, I had some help from Mathieu, but you'll be the final judge of it."

"Of your wrinkles?"

"Don't you mean Alfred's present. Ah but what wrinkles? I have none," he said, but touched his forehead anyways just to double check

"Oh of course not." Arthur says in a tone which suggests that there are wrinkles.

"Don't play with me Arthur," Francis pouted playfully. He looked at the clock, "It is lunchtime, do you want to eat with me again out in the courtyard?~"

"With you but not out there, people stare." Arthur knew that not everyone was aware of the lovers relationship he shared with Francis but even those who did would stare and he hated it.

He encircled his arms around Arthur's waist, "does that mean I will get the kiss you owned me from last week?~ since you hit me instead of kissing me."

"I'll think about it." Arthur smiles as he is led out of the room and to the canteen where he is now allowed to pick up his lunch with other 'safe' patients.

He tugged at Arthur's shirt, "no need for hospital food, I made lunch for the both of us today."

"You made food?" Arthur had no idea whether Francis could even cook but held back anyway.

"Of course I do! I'm the family's cook! and I made your favorite according to little Alfred," he smiled, pulling Arthur along and fetching the lunch bag he had packed.

Now Arthur was really sceptical, not even convinced in the slightest that Francis could cook a proper British meal to suit Arthurs tastes. "Lets see then."

"Gladly," he grinned, and set the utensils and paper plates out onto the table, giving Arthur his portion of the food and waited for him to take a bite.

Cautiously, the Brit takes a very small bite and then makes an involuntary 'mmmm' sound as flavour erupts in his mouth. He swallows and eats several more bites before saying. "Its not bad."

He cocked his eyebrows, "not bad?"

"Its...average." Arthur told him even as he continued to shovel food into his mouth.

"What ever you say then." But he knew that the englishman thought it was more than just "average", but he was contented with the answer for now and started eating at his own food.

Arthur looked down at his plate in dismay. It was empty. "I could really go for a cup of rosy."

"I only bought Darjeeling, is that alright?"

"That's perfect...although next time try Earl grey." Arthur smiled, he'd been having caffeine withdrawals from his lack of tea.

"Maybe when you get out. Though wine would be quite nice."

Arthur pulls a face. "If we're having alcohol lets at least have gin."

"But wine is so soothing don't you agree?"

"No." Arthur says bluntly, sipping at the steaming brew poured for him with a happy sigh.

"Hmph, well I think so," he mumbled into his cup of tea.

"You would Frenchie." Arthur smiles, their banter continues until the Brit had to return to his room. Something he welcomes. Taking the silly ribbon Francis had tied in his hair out Arthur lets it flow and thinks of how he needs it cut pronto because he was starting to look like Francis.

Once again, francis was found pacing back and forth, but now it was because of Arthur's results that were given to him today that now laid on his desk still unopened. He wasn't alone though, Mathieu and Alfred were sitting in his office, watching the grown man walk back and forth with confused looks on their faces.

"Papa...open it." Matthew said suddenly, the boys were just as anxious as the Frenchmen was. The Canadian cuddled close to his brother and stared at the envelope on the desk with wide eyes.

He took in a deep breath and fumbled with the envelope, slowly opening it to pull out the paperworks inside and read through it.

Matthew was holding his breath the whole time, his little face going red while his step-brother was dozing off next to him from his lack of sleep last night.

"It's a yes..." he murmured, "It's a yes!" and with that he scooped the two boys up in a hug, laughing out of happiness and relief.

Matthew let out his breath and hugged Alfred as hard as he could.

"We, we should go tell Arthur, he'll be overjoy to know this!"

Matthew prods his sleepy brother awake. "Come on Al, we're getting your papa back!"

Alfred rubbed at his eyes sleepily, finding the commotion Francis and his brother was making confusing, "w-what?"

"Silly head, your papa is allowed to come home! We'll be a family!" Matthew gasped.

And then he completely forgot his sleepiness, his face brightening up excitedly and looked to francis if it was true. Francis nodded, smiling as the boy wiggled out of his arms and dash towards the door, "Come on! Let's go tell dad!"

Arthur was doing the same pacing that Francis had been, he actually wanted that horrible ticking clock back just so he could tell Francis exactly how late he was with the results or at least have something to watch. Did this lateness mean that Arthur had failed his test and was staying in? It must and that made Arthur pace faster.

Francis bursted through the door with the boys, a jubilant smile on his face as he rushed over to snatch arthur up in an overjoy hug. "It's a yes Arthur! They're letting you go home!"

Arthur almost cried, almost, but when his two little boys hugged him he really did let loose with his tears as the whole family came together for a hug.

It was a joyfest, everybody was hugging, kissing, and crying in happiness until someone interrupted them with a loud cough.

Everyone looked up to see Ludwig with an uncharacteristic smile on his face. In his arms were neatly folded clothes of Arthur's own which he sets on the bed. "You should leave him alone to dress."

Francis cleared his throat, standing up and bringing the boys along with him, " of course, thank you for bringing in his clothing."

Arthur was so excited that by the time they had cleared out it took him ten minutes just to stop putting his head through the sleeve hole and sort himself out. Feeling a lot more comfortable in his own clothes he turns the now unlocked door handle and steps out. "Well, what do you think?"

Francis clapped his hands, "you look fantastic, though your hair is quite messy..."

"You know what Francis? Fu-" Arthur looked down at the boys. "Why don't you cut it for me when we get home?"

He gave Arthur a little wink, " I will. Now then, how about we go get your paperworks done?"

The three of them groaned at Francis in a way that made Arthur smile a little afterwards, the little groans from his sons very cute and in sync.

The day had finally arrived. Arthur looked down at his clothes, proper clothes this time not the hospital garb and strangely didn't feel right. It had been so long...and the clothes, /his/ clothes felt like a strangers to him. Buttoning up his jacket he says goodbye to the room like it was actually a place he enjoying spending time in and waiting until he would be let out. The Brit knew he was cheating these places a little. The pills had stopped having their full effect but he hadn't told them he needed a larger dose. So instead Arthur sat there and petted a jackalope he had smuggled in from the hospital gardens.

Francis walked down the hall with a little extra boost in his step as he whistle a happy tune. Instead of wearing his usual white coat today, he had on a more casual outfit on since he got the notice on his desk telling him to take that day off and enjoy it. There could only be one person that would make that possible for him and he made a mental note to himself to return the favor somehow. "Oh Arthur~" he said in a sing song voice, a wide smile on his face as he entered the room to only find his beloved darling sitting on his bed with his hands midair as if something was there. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously but dismissed the paranoid thoughts that came to mind. "Are you ready to go?"

Arthur jumped and cried out in distress as his jackalope friend went rabid and tried to attack Francis. Holding it back he smiled to Francis. "Oh y-yes, ready as I'll ever be!"

He gave the brit another strange look before straightening up and softening his facial expression, offering a hand to the tense looking man, "I have the car ready for us outside. Do you have everything?"

Arthur nodded, trying hard to not act like he was holding a creature to his chest and not trying to get bitten or mauled by antlers.

Francis took Arthur's hand in his and they started walking towards the front, ignoring all the stares they were given at the sight of a patient and a doctor hands in hands. It wasn't any news to the staff members but some people just can't seem to wrap their minds around it. Once they were near the entrance where Francis had parked his car, he opened the door and held it for Arthur like a gentleman.

Arthur smiled and then looked back towards the gardens. "Wait, I have to...um, say goodbye." Walking over to the patch of grass he lets the creature go and returns to the car. "Nice to see you have some manners...even if you do smell a bit too much like cheese." He gets in the car and buckles himself in with shaking hands.

"Why wouldn't I have manners?" he asked with mocked hurt in voice. He walked over to the driver's side of the car and started the engine. Once they've started moving passed the exit and into the streets, he peered at the rear mirror of the car, noting how Arthur eyes darted from one place to another outside of the window. "Are you feeling alright? It has been a long time since you've been out like this."

It takes a while for Arthur to come back to reality. "Oh no I feel...fine." He didn't want to seem unfit to be out, Francis could just as well turn back now. Suddenly Arthur spots something that makes him scream out loud. "Stop! Stop! Don't hit the unicorn!"

He immediately stepped on the brake at Arthur's screaming, making the car come to a screeching stop in the middle of the road. Luckily their lane wasn't that crowded so any accidents was avoided except for some annoyed, pissed off honks and curses that was thrown at them by others. Francis's forehead was beaded with little droplets of sweat as he sat there, his hands still gripping the wheels in a vice grip. "Arthur..." he said in a shaky voice as he tried to control his temper, " what was that about?"

The Brit swallowed and let out a hollow laugh. "Just kidding with you haha..."

"Just kidding?" his voice shook, " Just kidding?! You nearly killed us both!"

"Better than killing the unicorn..." Arthur mutters and then speaks louder. "Sorry."

"No Arthur, I thought you were over this! This was what your therapy was trying to fix and yet...look at what just happened. Other's could've gotten killed also!"

Arthur slammed his hands over his ears and closed his eyes tightly. "I'm fine, just drive, I just want to go home!"

"Fine, we'll go home, but I'm not happy with this." It was almost a disappointing feeling but he knew that taking the brit back was going to be of no help. He'll just have to deal with it himself, in his own special way.

Arthur lowered his hands and opened his eyes, staring out of the window, anywhere but Francis. "I keep telling you, you can't make them go away because they're real. You saw the ghost of your dead wife right? So why don't you believe me?"

He focused his attention on the road, "I didn't see her, it was only a dream I had."

"You saw her Francis. And it freed your soul so you could date me. Pull up. Pull up here near the woods, I want to prove this to you once and for all." Arthur crossed his arms.

"No, we are going home and there will be no argument about that," he replied stubbornly, speeding up a bit so that they would pass the woods quickly before anything could be done about it.

"Francis, please, this is important." Arthur was in tears and biting his lip so hard it started to bleed.

"No, Arthur, I said no arguments."

"Francis, please." Arthur grabs his arms, seeing the end of the forest become near. "Francis! Francis!"

He gave the brit an annoyed glance, "what?"

"Please stop, please Francis, you can pull up right here!" Arthur points wildly.

He breathe out a big sigh, "Arthur...I'm not doing it. we're almost home anyways."

"I hate you! The one thing, the one thing I ask of you as a gift from me and you won't even do that!" Arthur turns away and glares at his reflection in the glass.

"The gift I have plan for you is quite different from what you asked for. I guess you won't like it then won't you?"

"No I won't! Because as long as you think I'm making things up there can be no trust between us." Arthur insists.

"Arthur...this for your own good. I'm not taking any risk of having you return to your former state of mind."

"You're just afraid that I'm right. You're just like everyone else, afraid to have your world turned upside down."

"And what if I am? Does that make you any different from what you want to think?"

"I don't understand..." Arthur still refuses to look at Francis but his scowl disappears.

"Aren't you just as afraid that you're world will be turned upside down if you see things from everyone's point of view?" he asked with a much calmer voice.

"No. And if you'd just let me show you what I wanted to...well one of us would be proven right in the end." Arthur scowls once more.

"Only if you promise to be good. We only have an hour left before we're late. Make it quick." He finally gave in and turned the car back towards the woods.

Arthur beams in delight and turns towards Francis with a huge smile. "I knew you'd see things my way!"

He gave Arthur a loud "hmph!" as they drew nearer to the woods.

"Okay, you can pull in here." Arthur indicated to a rest stop along the room that was near the woods. Once they had pulled out Arthur exited the car and jumped the fence separating them from the woods, running into it and calling for Francis to follow.

Francis stare plainly at the gates, "you expect me, to jump over that? do I look like a monkey to you?"

"If you don't hurry I..." Arthur jogs back. "Its not that hard, come on. If you climb up and then climb down it'll be easy."

"Isn't there a door or a gateway to get through? I don't think these clothing are suited for climbing arthur."

Arthur pulls a face and looks around. "There's a gate, up there." He points.

Francis looked over at the direction the fingers were pointed at and spotted what Arthur was talking about. He nodded and reluctantly walked over to it. It was old, rusty, and looked like it hadn't been touched for years. He pulled at the bar that was used to lock it and push the gate aside, the creaking noises made it seems like it would break instantly. "where are you planning to take us?"

"In o the forest to find that unicorn of course. But first I need to cast a spell so you can see it." The Brit says all this with the most serious of faces.

"Again with the unicorn? fine, do whatever you want but i'm saying all of this is pure rubbish."

"And I'm telling you I'm not crazy." Arthur pauses, touching a tree as if it would speak to him. "Francis...if...if we can't find the unicorn, you won't send me back there, will you?"

"..." he paused to think about it, "Only if you continues these behaviors. I can't have you running around like that and the center will check in monthly to see how you are doing. They'll make me if they find out about it."

"I'm not crazy." Arthur said in a determined tone, pulling some moss from the tree. "Wipe this over your eyelids."

"I am not putting that on my eyelids."

"You have to or you won't be able to see!" Arthur pouts. "Then this trip would be pointless!"

"Arthur, I repeat, I am not putting that on my eyelids," he replied stubbornly, feeling like he was talking to a 7 year old.

"All you have to do is rub the green side over the top and then drop it. Come on it's not difficult, you can do it." Arthur also had the sensation he was talking to a 7 year old.

"No," he answered stubbornly. "we don't have time arthur. can we just skip this step?"

"No, we can't. Because you aren't willing to believe and you don't have the sight, this will grant you sight for a little while." Arthur holds out the moss to him.

He gave the moss a long, hard stare before taking it and lightly applying it onto his eyelid, flinching at the wet feeling.

Arthur seemed delighted and started to say things that to most people sounded like nonsense but was actually a spell to him.

He stood there and shuffled his feet around, not quite sure what Arthur was saying.

"There!" Arthur smiled and took the Frenchman's hand. "Now lets find us that unicorn!" They search for the best part of an hour, the sun getting higher and hotter. Finally Arthur stops and points into a clearing. "But very quiet..." He creeps forward and lets the beast sniff his hand before stroking its mane. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Francis cocked his eyebrows and stared at Arthur's hand, "Yes, you're hand is so beautiful I can kiss it."

"Not me silly, the unicorn." Arthur shook his head. "Such a kidder."

"I'm serious, there is nothing in your hands and my eyelids are becoming itchy."

"M-maybe I used the wrong kind of moss." Arthur sighs. "You really can't see it, can you?"

He nodded, rubbing the moss off of his eyelids with his sleeves, "I doubt it and yes, I can't. Can we go now? we've wasted 20 minutes already."

Arthur hugged himself, watching the unicorn walk off he then casting his eyes downwards. "Yes. I'm sorry I wasted your time."

He felt bad for making Arthur feel that way but it was for his sake. Besides, he truthfully couldn't see what Arthur was going on about. Francis wrapped his arms around Arthur, laying his head on Arthur's shoulder and gave him a peck on the cheek, "I'm sorry, I was just being impatient. But I truthfully can't see it."

Tears threatened the Brits eyes but he blinks them away and puts on a brave happy face that not even the bird watching them is fooled by. "It's fine, really! I said one of us would be proven wrong right?"

"Arthur, don't cry my love. Maybe you can see them, but I can't. Not even with this 'sight' remedy of it."

"I'm not crying you stupid frog now come, lets go home." Arthur pulls away from Francis and staggers back through the forest, weaving side to side like a drunk man and cackling to himself.

He followed quickly after Arthur, trying to catch up to him, "Arthur. Don't take it that way, I don't mean to make it sound like that!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Arthur told him, using the old gate to get out and then walking back to the car. He was disappointed that Francis hadn't see the unicorn, surely the Frenchmen must have done something special when he saw his wife (certainly not a dream) but the only thing Arthur feared was the knowledge that Francis would have to report this incident and that could mean trouble for Arthur.

Finally being able to catch up to the surprisingly fast brit, he made Arthur turn around and cupped his face in his hand, forcing him to look at him. He could see that Arthur's eyes were red, the tears had started to dry but was still distinctively there. Francis knew that this upsets his lover more than it should anyone but what use would it do if he lied and said he did see something? It would only feed Arthur the fuel he needs to go insane again, and after everything that had happened, he wasn't going to have it. Leaning in, he gave Arthur a soft eskimo kiss, smiling softly at him.

"Don't be sad my love, it's not the end of the world if I can't see it. Why don't we get going again hm? The kids are excited to see you home again and Eliz readied a wonderful meal for your return."

Arthur pushed Francis away with as much force as he could and smiled. The thought of seeing his son again outside of the hospital, of feeling like part of a family. It almost made all the hurt that just happened go away. "Okay."

Nodding, he took hold of Arthur's hand, whether he was resisting or not, and pulled him back to the car after they locked the gate.

Sitting in the car Arthur's heart began to beat just that little bit faster the closer they got to civilisation. He had no idea what Francis' house looked like so just peered out eagerly, and then he saw it. Alfred, Matthew and Eliz holding a big banner saying 'Welcome home' they'd even painting a little Union Jack on to it. Arthur cried tears of joy.

Francis looked back at Arthur as he parked the car, the joyous expression on his face only brightened the smile on Francis's face. Getting out of his side of the car quickly, he went to open the door for Arthur, seeing as how the brit was still a bit awestruck by it. "Welcome home Arthur."

"Home." The word felt foreign to the Brit as he slowly slipped out of the car and was embraced by his son, his two sons. "I'm home."

It was a pleasant night, especially for the two lovers that were in their bed stark naked with each other as they touched and feel each other. Hands carefully tracing the lines of each other's muscles and caressing the warm skin that laid before them. Francis sigh happily against Arthur's neck, "it's so nice that Eliz offered to take the boys out to watch a movie for the night."

"Y-yeah..." Arthur felt a little breathless even if they weren't doing very much. It had been so long since he had had sex, and then he had been topping. He was nervous and excited all at the same time as his hand traced down Francis' spine.

Nights like these were rare now that Arthur had returned to his work to build his company up again and when they did have free time, only passionate kissing, grinding, and masturbating could be exchanged between the two in fear that the children would hear them. He pushed Arthur's bang away from his forehead, leaning closer to give it a soft kiss and making his way down to the rosy lips he had come to enjoy indulging himself in.

The kissing provokes a soft moan from the Brit and he holds tighter to Francis. He remember the first night they had gone further than kissing, how afraid he had been. Sometimes he was still afraid, not of sex but of this all being a dream and of him being in the hospital still. Work was going too well, life was going too well and Arthur was a natural pessimist.

He chuckled at the sounds his lover made. "it's been a long time hasn't it? Have you become...needy for my touch?" he teased.

"Don't be so up yourself Frog face." Arthur grumbles even as his cheeks went a bright red and his cock twitched at the thought.

"Oh? but doesn't my touch make you tremble?" his left hand started to stroke Arthur's side in a smooth motion, appreciating the lean curves of his lover's body. "Don't you feel hot when I kiss your neck, suck on it, lick on it." He moved down to do so to the crevices of Arthur's neck, taking his time to let his tongue flick over the spots he finishes sucking on. "And when I touch here, does it not stand for me?" he asked, using his free hand to trace a path down from Arthur's chest to where his manhood stood tall. He took hold of it, making sure to not squeeze it and started pumping it in rhythm.

Arthur closed his eyes and gave no words, just moaned and little and bucked up into that touch. The answers were all yes of course. "Been so...long...I've never...been on bottom..."

Francis let out a loud laugh and whispered, "I'll make sure to be gentle."

"I was actually hoping you'd let me top." Arthur said honestly.

"You want to top?" he thought about it, "well, i wouldn't mind, but are you sure about this?"

"No and thats my problem." Arthur hooked his legs around Francis' waist. "Lets just start here and switch roles later."

"We'll take turn why don't we? I think 3 hours will be long enough for that." Since Arthur's legs were conveniently wrapped around his waist, he took advantage of it and moved their bodies closer until their erection touched, and he started moving his hips to grind against the brit.

"Th-three hours, are you kidding me?! What do you think I am some kind of animal?!" Arthur cursed trying to untangle himself and yet trapped. It didn't matter how he complained anyway because even he couldn't object to the sweet and much needed love making that he yearned for.

He winked, "well if we do make 3 hours, it'll be a new record won't it?"

"You're a pervert. You're a pervert and I refuse to have sex with you." Arthur folds his arms and sticks his tongue out childishly.

Francis rolled his eyes playfully, leaning in to brush Arthur's hair aside and give him a kiss on the forehead, murmuring, "now you don't mean that."

"Prove it." Arthur's green eyes seemed to glint in the soft light. It was moments like this, free from work and the kids, that he could be truly playful once more.

"Ah, well then I guess we won't be making love tonight. Maybe a movie together could do?" he asked, sitting up quickly from his position as he starts to put his clothes back on.

Arthur went red. "J-just what I was thinking..." He looked down at his still prominent erection. "How about a blow job first?"

Francis gave Arthur a bemused look,"I thought you didn't want any sexual intimacy tonight?"

"I lied. Look at this thing, does it look like it doesn't want attention to you?" Arthur indicates his crotch.

He grinned smugly, reaching a hand over to tease the tip, "mm, I guess not."

"I-I know you want to go the whole way but its been so very long and I'm a tad scared..I'll put out soon, I promise." Arthur closes his eyes and lets the touches send a steady little buzz of pleasure through him.

"Arthur, I don't want to force you if you're scared. we can always take it slowly so you can get used to it," he said, stroking Arthur's thigh reassuringly.

The strokes only proceeded to make his cock harder, as it had been growing a little flaccid before. He groans and and squeezes his eyes tighter. "Thank you..."

Easily removing the shirt he had put on, Francis crawled on top of Arthur again and smile lovingly down at him, "ready?"

Arthur took a peek. "I can't believe you're still hard...ready."

"Oui."

~END~