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Warning: This chapter contains smut. You have been warned~

Chapter 4

Arthur smiled as he gazed at the Frenchman who stood by the tiny porthole in the Captain's cabin, admiring how he looked in nothing but an innocent, white shirt. Francis long, golden hair fell about his shoulders in a way that was slightly mussed, as Arthur had tangled and tousled his locks earlier in their passion. The gorgeous man had a dark hickey left just under his jaw, where Arthur knew it would be impossible to conceal, and Arthur grinned as he spotted it.

"What are you smiling at?" Francis' melodic voice floated across the room, and he arched his perfectly-groomed eyebrow in slight confusion and amusement.

"Nothing, love." Arthur answered smoothly, crossing the room to where his lover stood and cupping his chin gently with his thumb and forefinger. "I was just wondering whether you were up for another round~" he purred suggestively, loving the faint blush but smirk that graced Francis' lips.

Without replying, the Frenchman captured Arthur's lips, sliding his arms around his neck as Arthur pulled him close by the waist. Francis' hands travelled confidently over Arthur's body as if he had explored it several times, and Arthur let out a groan as Francis slipped his slender hand into Arthur's breeches.

Francis chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down the pirate's spine and he let out a soft growl in response, hissing as Francis' cold fingers found his already hard erection. Teasing him, Francis pulled away completely, instead going over to the large bed and laying down. The shirt rode up slightly, allowing Arthur to gaze hungrily at Francis' milky, slightly bruised thighs, but what he really wanted to pay attention to was still concealed by the pesky shirt.

Arthur grinned, his emerald eyes flashing like a dangerous predator as he pounced on the other man, abusing every inch of unblemished skin with harsh sucks and nips. Francis mewled in pain and pleasure, arching into him and panting softly.

"A-Arthur~" he moaned out, and it aroused Arthur even more to hear his own name tumbling from the Frenchman's bruised, swollen lips. The Captain entered Francis easily, loving the moans he received as he moved at a fast, rough pace. Francis clawed at Arthur's bare back, his beautiful blue eyes glazed with lust and pleasure as Arthur claimed his lips possessively. The Englishman closed his eyes, focusing on the heat and contact of Francis' body. His moans. His perfume. His walls clenching tight around Arthur –

Arthur woke up with a jolt, gasping. His stunned emerald eyes darted around his cabin, searching for Francis. But the Frenchman was not there.

It had been several months since Arthur's visit to Calais, and recently he had been having dreams about the tavern owner. At first they were innocent and calm, and Arthur awoke feeling saddened that such a tender moment had only been a dream.

But recently every dream had left him painfully aroused and craving Francis' touch, and now Arthur groaned as he saw the very obvious tent he was creating under the bedsheets. The Captain laid his head back on the pillows, kicking the bedsheets off and closing his eyes.

He imagined Francis leaning over him as he pleasured himself, picturing those beautiful blue eyes staring down at him as the Frenchman rode him. Arthur imagined watching Francis bounce on his member, wondering how beautiful his moans would sound and how gorgeous his sweat-glistened body would look.

Arthur let out a cry as he released into his own hand, and his immersion in his fantasies was ruined at once. With a heavy sigh, Arthur stood, washing his hands in the bowl of water that had cooled since being poured into the basin of his cabin. He slowly dressed himself, his heart feeling so heavy that it almost seemed difficult for Arthur to even move properly.

He couldn't fight it anymore. He wanted the Frenchman; needed him.

He had to go back to Calais.

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It was dark by the time The Bloody Rose reached the little Calais port, and Arthur's heart started to pound as the tiny tavern could be seen perched halfway up the hill. The Captain retreated back to his cabin for a moment, staring at himself in the small mirror he possessed – something he rarely used, but now it seemed incredibly important that he look his best for Francis.

Arthur had never cared much about his appearance before, his intention being to intimidate rather than to allure. But now his emerald eyes searched his reflection for any flaws, straightening his hat and adjusting the ruffles of his sleeves. He dabbed a small amount of perfume on his wrists and behind his ears, before smirking confidently at his reflection.

Then, deeming himself dashing enough for the tavern owner, Arthur waited for the ship to dock properly, shouting instructions to his crew as he all but ran off the ship, making his way hastily towards the tavern.

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Francis sighed as he poured another drink, passing it to one of the regulars. The man was drunk off his ass and kept flirting with Francis, mistaking him for a woman, and usually the Frenchman would have found it amusing, but now he longed for some genuine flirtation from someone who actually had an interest in him.

Ever since Arthur had left, almost a year ago, Francis had felt lonely and in need of someone to hold him and make love to him like that damned pirate had. As a result, he had slept with a good deal of men and women alike, but none of them made him feel what the Captain had been able to.

It frustrated Francis greatly, especially since he guessed he would never see Arthur again, and his heart pined for those emerald eyes, that addictive smirk, that smooth-as-silk voice.

With another heavy sigh, the Frenchman turned his back to the regular, starting to close the bar for the night. He wouldn't have any more customers now, he assumed, and so he could close up and usher the remaining drunkards out.

Francis inwardly groaned as he heard the tavern door open, though, not wanting to serve more people tonight.

"We are closing for the night, monsieur…" Francis dismissed, wiping down the shelves that stored the bottles of cheap alcohol.

"All I want is a drink, love." Came an all-too-familiar voice, and Francis widened his eyes, his heart speeding up and he whirled around. Sure enough, Arthur stood there, in his scarlet coat and large hat, with that insufferable smirk dancing about his lips. "And a room~" the pirate added once he had Francis' attention.

The Frenchman's heart was glad that Arthur was here, but despite this he gave the Captain a fierce glare, before pouring him a whiskey. Arthur smirked as he saw that Francis remembered what he liked, but he furrowed his brows slightly as he saw the Frenchman's glare, confused as to why the tavern owner did not seem happy to see him.

Wordlessly, Francis shoved the drink across the bar towards the pirate, before turning his back to him once more, grabbing a key off the hook viciously.

Arthur watched him, noting that his body language was tense and defensive, almost as if he was trying to protect himself from the Captain. Francis came around the bar, glancing at Arthur before heading up the stairs just as he had a year ago, on their first meeting. Arthur followed, wanting to hold Francis in his arms and kiss him and tell him how much he had missed him, but the Frenchman hardly met his gaze.

The tavern owner opened the door to the room, not making the same mistake of entering the room so that Arthur could trap him in. He pressed the key into Arthur's hand, turning to leave again, but the Captain frowned, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the room. Francis let out a gasp, wincing as the pirate's grip was strong, but as Arthur locked the door behind them, Francis wrenched his arm free.

"Let me out." The Frenchman demanded in a low voice, his beautiful blue eyes flashing with anger, and Arthur knew he shouldn't love Francis' anger, but the way he glared at the Captain only made him want the Frenchman more.

"You don't really want me to though, do you, love?" Arthur purred, his smirk frustrating Francis more.

"Oui, I do! I have nothing to say to you…" Francis tried to snatch the key back to unlock the door, but Arthur easily evaded his attempt.

"Why are you angry with me?" the Englishman asked simply, smiling slightly as he caught a glimpse of his gold necklace that Francis now wore around his delicate neck.

The Frenchman's eyes were fiery and his features were harsh as he glared at the pirate. "You should know why!"

When Arthur only raised an eyebrow in response, Francis frowned. "I do not appreciate being treated like a whore."

His words confused the Captain, as he did not recall once treating Francis like a whore. "Francis, I assure you – "

But Francis glared, pointing a finger at him in accusation. "You are a bastard!" he seethed, but again Arthur only felt more attracted to the fuming Frenchman, wanting so badly to have his way with him.

"You left money by the bed to pay me for my 'services', oui?"

Arthur blinked, before a smile grew on his lips, and he didn't hide it well. "No, that was to pay for the large bill I am sure my crew racked up."

Francis faltered at this, before narrowing his eyes. "And what about leaving without so much as a farewell?"

This made Arthur pause, and he gazed into Francis' beautiful eyes, able to detect the hurt there as Francis was not the best at concealing his true feelings.

"That was regrettable…I ask for your forgiveness, love." The Captain's silky voice and the way he scooped Francis' hand into his, bringing it to his lips and kissing his knuckles with flourish made Francis falter once again. A blush spread across the Frenchman's cheeks as he seemed to remember how easily the Englishman could worm his way into Francis' heart.

Arthur sensed the anger begin to ebb from the tavern owner, and he smirked. "Besides, I did not wish to disturb such a beautiful creature in slumber~" the flirtation in his voice made Francis glare again, and the Frenchman crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

"And I suppose you do not have any other whores at other ports pining over you?" Francis' tone betrayed his jealousy at the idea that Arthur had been sleeping with others in between his visits to Francis.

"None that I have been pining over in return – "

He thought the response was charming, but he flinched as he felt a sharp pain sting his right cheek. Francis had slapped him for admitting that there were indeed other whores, and Arthur mentally cursed. But the slap had made whatever self-control he had snap, and he grabbed Francis by the shoulders, slamming him back against the wall.

Francis gasped, tensing as he thought Arthur was angry with him for raising his hand to him, but the Captain suddenly leaned in, kissing him with such passion and desperation that Francis melted like wax in the pirate's arms.

All of the anger that Francis had felt towards Arthur was now converted into passion, and he kissed Arthur back fiercely, having been craving the Captain's rough touch ever since he was deprived of it.

Francis was more rough than last time, and so was Arthur. The Englishman ripped open Francis' shirt, his rough hands moving down the Frenchman's torso before resting on his hips, squeezing them and holding him still while Arthur ground against him.

Francis let out a gasp of surprise, before a low moan reverberated into the kiss as Arthur ground against him. In retaliation, he reached up, knocking Arthur's hat off carelessly and tangling one hand in his unruly blonde locks, tugging at it harshly.

The Captain let out a growl as he felt Francis tug his hair, but he had to admit that it was very arousing to have Francis being so rough with him. Arthur broke the kiss, in favour of sucking and biting the Frenchman's collarbone. Francis let out a soft yelp of surprise as Arthur bit him, but it slowly turned into a moan as he fumbled with Arthur's shirt, eventually pulling it off impatiently. He ran his slender fingers over Arthur's numerous scars, dragging his nails over the Englishman's skin roughly.

The Captain grinned, loving the feeling of pain as he tugged down Francis' breeches, his grin widening as he saw how aroused his lover was.

"My my, Francis." Arthur purred, and the Frenchman panted softly as his sparkling blue eyes slowly met Arthur's hungry emerald gaze. "Have you been feeling lonely recently?~"

Francis blushed darkly, having given up trying to satisfy himself for almost two months, so he was more sensitive to Arthur's electric touch. He couldn't respond though as Arthur reached down, stroking him slowly. Francis let out a low moan, resting his forehead against Arthur's bare shoulder as he leaned against him.

The Captain smirked, allowing Francis a moment of gentle treatment, before suddenly slamming him back against the wall roughly, squeezing his member hard enough to earn him a shocked gasp and a pained groan.

The Frenchman reached up, gripping Arthur's shoulders as he bucked into his hand desperately, whining into the pirate's ear softly, and the mere sound made Arthur's own erection becoming painful. The Captain stroked Francis' erection hard, keeping him pinned against the wall with his own body as he kissed him harshly again. The tavern owner moaned into the kiss, parting his lips immediately for the possessive Englishman, who wasted no time in claiming his lover's mouth and tongue.

The pleasure was becoming too much for Francis, and as Arthur kept pumping his erection, the Frenchman felt the heat of climax pool in his lower region. He moaned against the pirate's lips, trying to warn him that he was close, but he could only gasp as he suddenly released into the Captain's waiting hand, his body tensing. Arthur broke the kiss swiftly, watching as Francis climaxed and wondering how the Frenchman could possibly be so beautiful. He observed how the tavern owner threw his head back, moaning Arthur's name so erotically that the Captain let out a growl of lust.

Francis cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, his brilliant blue eyes sparkling with the wave of pleasure he had experienced. Arthur grinned as Francis fell heavily against him, holding the Frenchman between the wall and his own chest, brushing their lips as Francis slowly caught his breath.

"I'm not finished with you yet, love~" the Captain purred, emerald eyes meeting cerulean briefly before he claimed Francis' bruised lips again hungrily.

A/N: So I decided to save the rest of the sexy fun times for the next chapter as this one was getting a little too long.

Please review and let me know what you think about Arthur visiting Francis again!

Did you like how Arthur wants Francis more when he's angry?

Love you all x