Foxfire

Chapter Fourteen

By Pixiedust291

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Alfred had to admit, Arthur's house was gorgeous. He leaned against the sliding glass door and looked out over the nearly acre-wide garden that surrounded the house. Alfred had seen glimpses of it before, in the pool of water and in his mind, but none of it could compare to the real thing. It was like every square inch was covered with life and color. He turned as Arthur entered the room carrying a tray. After the little 'incident' with the elders Arthur had practically rushed them both back to his place, he had even opened a portal. Glancing one last time out the glass door Alfred found it amazing to think that at that moment he was in Great Britain and not America.

He turned away from the door and came to sit on the couch next to Arthur. The silver fox had said nothing to Alfred since they had arrived and with every tick of the grandfather clock in Arthur's living room, Alfred grew more and more anxious. They were finally together and alone. Wasn't that what Arthur wanted?
"Here," Arthur finally said as he handed Alfred a cup of tea "I know American's prefer coffee but this is all I have."

Well, Alfred though, no moment like the present. He might as well just jump it. "It's fine. We'll go out shopping one of these days and stock up on the things I like." Arthur stopped in mid reach for the cream. "That is, if you still want me to live here. Mates are supposed to live together correct?"

Arthur frowned. "You have claimed the United States as your territory. You are a lord now, so your place is there."

"I seem to recall a rather stubborn silver fox telling me not so long ago that my place is with him." He placed a hand on Arthur shoulder. "That goes both ways you know." Arthur turned to look at him and Alfred gave him a wink and a smile. He then looked back to the tea cup and took a hesitant sniff.

"It's PG Tips tea. It's one of the best brands in England."

"I though you guys drank English breakfast or Earl Gray?"

Arthur's expression was completely unamused "I do not know of any Englishman who prefers those types of tea over anything else." Alfred raised a brow but let the subject slide. It would be a little difficult, he realized, considering the slight differences in their cultures and where they were from... but he knew that it would just make their relationship all the more richer. He brought the teacup to his lips and took a hesitant sip, and was startlingly surprised with how good it tasted. It was warm, aromatic, and rather light as it washed over his tongue. It was not at all overpowering or disgustingly bland.
"This tastes great!" Alfred grinned and turned to smile at Arthur, because he knew it would make the Brit happy.

Arthur chuckled "I'm glad you like it." He then leaned against the couch and took on a more serious tone "So, how did you find me?"

"It wasn't easy. After merging with my younger self I then had Toris tell me where I could find you and he instructed me to go to an Italian bakery in the old red light district."

"Feliciano's bakery?"

"One and the same." Alfred though back to all the fox lords he had seen. Antonio had said that Feliciano was the lord of the red foxes, and Alfred had seen a man with red fox ears and tail there; but the man next to him had not had any animal features at all. "On another note, can you tell me who that guy was that was next to the red fox lord? He looked human."

"Far from it. That would be Ludwig and he's a vampire, and he is Lord Vargas' mate."

"A fox and a vampire?"

"Is that so surprising? There are countless romance novels featuring vampires and werewolves."

Alfred shrugged "Yeah, but up until a few days ago I never though they actually existed. A lot has changed and I'm still getting used to it."

Arthur expression fell slightly "Oh, I see." He took a steadying breath "I'm happy... that you here. I know it was probably a lot for you to deal with and I'm sorry about that. But I'm still very happy that you're here." He pursed his lips "After I left and you didn't come within a day or two... I was sure I had ruined everything."

"Then why didn't you come back."

"I had convinced myself that you needed time, as I have said." He sighed "Obviously now we can see what you required was something else."

"I know about what was going on." Alfred started "Kiku showed me some of it anyway. I saw glimpses of the past, of you and the elders arguing and you and the white fox guy sitting in the garden." His ears folded flat against his head "That guy really rubs me the wrong way."

Arthur's brows furrowed "Are you... jealous?"

Alfred turned away "Even if I was you're mine now so it doesn't matter." Arthur was speechless and then he started laughing. Alfred glared at him but that didn't seem to stop him. "What is so funny?"

Arthur waved a hand, "Nothing. I'm sorry." He took a steadying breath "You know, when you claimed the United States as your territory, I though is was rather ironic and sweet. Do you purposefully do that?"

Alfred tilted his head to one side "Do you mean me taking America and you having England?'

"Yes, considering the two countries histories together."

Alfred smiled and nodded. He hadn't but there was no way he was going to tell Arthur that. It was better to let the man think he had done something romantic then to know that he had chosen America more of less because he didn't know of the other countries.

"Alfred." Arthur moved forward. "Is this it? Have you decided to stay with me?"

Alfred blinked. "I wouldn't be here if I hadn't."

Arthur focused on Alfred's lips and leaned in close. His eyes darted up to catch Alfred's the second before he brushed his lips over his. Alfred pressed in more fully and opened his mouth to taste that excruciatingly delicious flavor all over Arthur's tongue and lips. It seemed weird to him how much the scent of tea had become a turn on for him. His partial erection became a full, raging hard on. Still in his fox form, the jeans hung low on his waistline, making the bulge all the more obvious. One of Arthur hands moved upward and combed through his hair, being careful not to hurt his ears. Alfred moaned under Arthur's kiss. The unconscious casual petting only fuelled his desires further. He could almost taste the building fire and sweet tang of magic on Arthur's tongue. He needed, wanted, and craved more. He wanted more then anything for Arthur to cum.

He wanted to see his face on the brink of orgasm and he definitely wanted to hear him scream when he entered the Brit. Arthur made their intimacy all the more exciting when he moved from sitting beside Alfred on the couch to sitting in his lap, straddling his hips. Their eyes locked. Alfred looking up at him, and Arthur looking down. The Englishman leaned their foreheads together. "I've waited for you for so long." His smile was reminiscent and yet happy at the same time. "This hardly seems real."

Alfred nodded, understanding how lonely Arthur must have been. It was a beautiful huge house with a glorious garden full of pixies and such, but there was no one to share it with. Alfred knew Arthur was not the type of person who needed to be alone. The Englishman may prefer it, but the truth was he needed companionship. Alfred smirked "This is real." He replied "I'm here now, and for better or worse you are stuck with me."

Arthur chuckled "I suppose I am." He gasped as Alfred pressed a hand against the crotch of his jeans, fondling the evident erection restrained within. With little trouble he thumbed open the button and then pulled down the zipper. "A-Alfred." Arthur whispered words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Alfred slipped his hand inside and retrieved his rigid cock. Arthur's grip on his hair tightened, but Alfred didn't mind. Arthur's cock was a nice length and felt thick and heavy in his hand. On the stroke upward and he could tell the Englishman was circumcised, which Alfred preferred. It was easier to bring pleasure if there wasn't anything in the way. He took in a deep breath, ingraining Arthur's scent and the musk of him in his mind. He wanted to roll in Arthur's scent and cover himself in it. Alfred turned his head and bit at Arthur's neck, his fangs grazing against the pale skin but not breaking it.

Arthur groaned "Alfred. Are you trying to make me cum right here?"

Alfred chuckled "Maybe."

Arthur shook his head. "Impatient American. I guess I'll just have to take you right now." Alfred's body was pushed sideway and suddenly he was lying lengthwise on the couch with Arthur leaning over him. Arthur leaned down and grabbed the hem of Alfred's shirt, jerking it up and over his head. Alfred relaxed and let Arthur lead. He knew this was coming and considered that perhaps it was best that for their first time Arthur should lead. The man had been a Kitsune for far longer than he, and there was always something nice about being the submissive every once in a while. Alfred arched his back when Arthur dragged his fingernails down his chest. He would give Arthur this first time, but if the man thought that this was how it was going to be every time then he was mistaken.

Arthur leaned over him and brushed his tongue over his right nipple. Voluptuous excitement pulsed in Alfred's core and echoed throughout his body. His body trembled as he groaned as experienced lips kissed a tingling trail up his chest. The Englishman seemed to purr as he examined the bleeding mark on Alfred's neck. "You're bleeding for me again." Arthur smiled and then pressed his lips to Alfred's throat, delivering a long and hot lick.

Shivers spilled down Alfred's body. He gasped and his legs seemed to go numb. His hands fisted in Arthur's shirt, and he heard the tell tale noise of fabric tearing. Arthur's free hand snaked down Alfred's abdomen to cup his groin. A small whimper escaped Alfred. Arthur sealed his mouth over the wounds on Alfred's throat, and sucked, hard.

A violet bolt of red hunger burned down his spine and slammed into his cock. Alfred shouted. Beyond any thought but the urgent need for release, he parted his legs and allowed Arthur to settle between them. He bucked upward, grinding his restrained erection into Arthur's hand. Arthur let go of his neck, his breath coming in sort pants. He leaned back and looked down Alfred. His face was the most adorable shade of red even if his expression was pure lust and adoration.

Alfred smiled up at him "I love you." He said again, because it seemed like the right thing to say.

Arthur's color tinged cheeks darkened "I—Idiot. Don't say stuff like that out of the blue." Though Alfred could tell the retort was only because Arthur was embarrassed. He smiled and leaned up, bringing Arthur down for another kiss. They moaned and when the kiss broke Alfred breathed against Arthur's ear as the Englishman gripped his jeans in both hands and yanked them down and off his hips. He tossed them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed.

It wasn't fair. Alfred was now completely naked and Arthur was still fully dressed. He gripped Arthur's shirt in both hands and practically ripped the fabric apart, revealing his chest. Arthur gasped and probably would have yelled at him, if Alfred had not kept his mouth occupied with his tongue. His hands caressed down Arthur's sides to then grab hold of his jeans. He needed the other man's assistance in getting them off, but once they and his underwear were gone, they stopped for a moment to stare at one another.

No words were spoken. No words needed to be spoken. It was like all time had stopped around them and everything outside of that small space between their bodies had become irrelevant. All that mattered was them. All that had ever mattered was this one brief moment in time.

Arthur's fingers traced along Alfred's defined muscles. His breath ghosted over Alfred's chest. "You are breathtaking." Arthur admitted. He then smirked as he reached out a hand and removed Alfred's glasses. "Though I do find your 'sexy geek' look attractive, I must admit that fogged up glasses do not suit you." After setting his glasses aside, Arthur's palms slid downward and he leaned in, licking and kissing a trail down Alfred's chest.

Alfred's senses were reeling. The smell of Arthur was pungent in to the air. He smelled of tea, flowers, and masculine arousal. His body felt so hot pressed against his, so right. He grasped Arthur's head in his hands, his fingers twining in his hair as the Brit's mouth got closer and closer to his groin. Arthur's breath teased and blew over the tip of Alfred's cock. In a moment of pleasure, he glanced upward momentarily.

Sprawled across his couch, his hair a mess even with that cute little stand that never stayed down, his face flushed with passion, and his toned body completely naked before Arthur. He would never have imagined that adorable little child would grow into such an attractive stud of a man. Alfred truly was remarkable. He turned his attention back to his mate's erection and swiped the head of Alfred's hard cock with his lips and tongue. He continued to lick over the blushing head and when he took Alfred into his mouth he looked upward and locked gazes with the American. He delved his tongue into and across the slit, wanting more.

Easing the American's thick erection down his throat, he ran his fingers up and down the crease of Alfred's ass. His inner fox growled, adamant that he posses what was his in every way. Right now he wanted to hear the man's voice. Relaxing his throat, Arthur took Alfred all the way down. He felt the man's testicles brush against his chin and knew more then ever before that they were a perfect fit for one another. Arthur swallowed, causing Alfred to gasp and cry out.
"Oh, fuck!" His knees trembled. Arthur pulled back just enough to take a much needed breath before sliding back down. Alfred's hands went to his shoulders as he threw back his head and moaned. "Arthur! I'm-fuck-about to cum." Arthur pulled back and allowed the man's erection to slip from his mouth.

"A little impatient, are we?"

At Alfred's embarrassed blush, Arthur moved and pushed two fingers between his cheeks. Alfred's eyes went wide when the probing digits encountered his anus. Upon contact the American felt a warm, thick gel being smeared over him. "W-where did you get lube?"

"Magic is good for many things, Alfred." Arthur murmured. "Part your legs a bit wider."

Alfred did as he was told, all the while his breathing came in slow gasps. Rimming the slick fingers around Alfred's anus, Arthur leaned in and kissed him again. "You have no idea how long I have waited for this."

Alfred groaned as he moved his lower half and thrust into Arthur's hand as one finger thrust inside him. His face contorted in pain for but a second and then he growled "How long?"

"Since you were little."

"You have-"

"No. No one could compare to you. More than that, however, I am not an unfaithful man." Alfred opened his mouth to say something but lost it on a cry as another finger pushed inside him. He could feel himself stretching. It was completely uncomfortable, but the desire and need outweighed the pain. "You feel amazing." Arthur whispered as he brushed his fingers against Alfred's walls.

Alfred smirked "If you think this is good. Just wait until you're inside."

Arthur added another finger, making his mate jerk and whimper. "Don't tempt me more than you already are." He pushed his fingers forward and found Alfred's prostate. Knowing what was about to come, Arthur rubbed his index finger over it nice and slow.

"Oh fuck! What the- fuck!" Alfred nearly screamed. His hands and fingers dug into the couch as his entire body jerked.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"God, more!' Alfred breathed. "Please!"

Arthur looked deeply into his eyes "Are you ready for me?"

"Even if I'm not, I want it." Alfred replied, and meaning every word of it.

He withdrew his fingers and, after applying more lube to himself, moved closer between Alfred's spread thighs. Alfred could feel the tip brushing and pressing against him. It sent mini shivers up his spine and it made his skin feel like it was on fire. He hooked his forearms under his knees, giving Arthur a better angle of penetration.

Pushing the crown of his erection into Alfred's body wasn't as easy as he'd hoped. "Bloody hell, you're tight."

Alfred groaned "What do you expect? This is my first time in this position."

Arthur stopped, completely frozen. "What?"

"You heard me." Alfred said slowly as he tried to keep his breathing even. "Why do you think I wanted to be the dominant one?" If it was possible Arthur looked completely stunned. Alfred sighed "It's fine. I'm fine. Just, please move." Arthur nodded and placed a hand on Alfred's stomach, rubbing softly.

"Push back and out against me." He whispered "Let me in. Let me love you."

Alfred relaxed his body enough to allow Arthur inside. That last sentence helped Alfred more than the man realized. Arthur tried to go slow, not wanting to damage Alfred permanently. His body was new to this after all. However, his over sensitive erection and his raging inner fox wanted more. Sweat broke out on his forehead with the forced restraint as he slowly pushed his way inside.

He watched Alfred's blushing contorted face for any sign of agony. There was the momentary twinge of pain, but for the most part he seemed to be enjoying it. Changing his angle just a bit, Arthur ran his sex against Alfred's prostate. The moment he did that, Arthur felt as if his shaft was clamped in a hot vice. Alfred cried out and his hand went to squeeze his own erection forcibly. "Hell, you really are trying to make me cum before you." Alfred breathed.

"Is that so horrible?" Arthur asked with a raised brow.

Alfred smirked "No, but I don't wanna cum before you. I wanna cum with you."

The more relaxed and yielding body under him made Arthur's entry easier and he virtually moaned as he sheathed himself to the base. He was completely with him. His inner fox purred at the feeling and thought. Arthur leaned over and kissed Alfred's lips. "I'm all the way in. Tell me when I can move."

"Move it now." Alfred replied. "Otherwise I'm going to go insane."

Smiling, Arthur pulled out slightly and then eased himself back inside. Once he was sure that Alfred was indeed right and ready for him, he began to quicken his thrusts. With each stroke he slammed in a little harder and pulled out a little farther. The warmth of Alfred's body surrounding him felt like heaven. He knew that with every thrust his climax drew nearer and nearer. Being celibate for so long was not aiding his stamina. Still, he wanted Alfred to cum. Luckily it seemed the American was just as close as him.

He reached between them and started stroking Alfred in time with his thrusts. "Damn it." Alfred growled as he closed his eyes. The man's hands went to Arthur's back, scraping down his skin and leaving thin, red, bleeding lines. Arthur smirked. So it seems his more animalistic instincts were making an appearance. The more he stroked the harder Alfred became. With his testicles slapping against Alfred on every thrust, Arthur leaned down and ran his tongue over Alfred's wound again.

"Cum for me." He whispered before sinking his fangs into Alfred's skin. He squeezed Alfred's erection a little tighter at the same time as he came deep inside him. Alfred's eyes went wide and he cried out as his mind exploded inside his skull. Brazen passion surged through his blood. He came, shooting spurt after spurt of hot seed into and on Arthur's hand. Arthur's stomach muscles tightened to the point of pain as Alfred's body milked every last drop of release from him.

With one last strangled gasp Arthur leaned down, resting his body on top of Alfred's. They stayed there, panting for breath, for several moments. Even when they had regained their composure they still lay there in silence. They were sated and more than content to stay where they were.