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Warning: This chapter contains smutty goodness~

Chapter 5

Francis groaned as Arthur claimed his lips in a bruising kiss, loving how much rougher the Captain was being, and he vaguely remembered how he had struck Arthur and elicited this response from him. A slightly mischievous smirk graced his lips as the Frenchman suddenly pushed Arthur back from the kiss, deciding to make the Captain want him more.

The English pirate paused as Francis pushed him back, hesitating as he thought maybe he was being too rough, but when he saw the enticing smirk on the Frenchman's features, he realised that Francis was only teasing him.

Arthur grinned, grabbing Francis' biceps so he couldn't push him away again, forcing him back against the wall. The Frenchman's heart pounded in a flurry at Arthur's rough treatment, and as Arthur kissed him again, he kissed back fervently. He parted his lips in invitation, and the Captain did not miss a beat, invading Francis' mouth with his tongue as expertly as if he was plundering a village.

Francis couldn't hold back his moans as Arthur placed his leg between the Frenchman's, purposefully rubbing his knee against Francis' crotch to excite him again. Hearing the addictive mewls his lover let out spurred Arthur on more, and he placed his hands on Francis' hips, pinning him against the wall as he shifted to grind his whole body against the Frenchman.

Francis could hardly breathe from the pleasure and close proximity of the man he was so in love with, having to break the kiss to pant. Arthur grinned as he saw the effect he was having on the Frenchman, addicted to the delicious sounds his lover was making.

"A-Arthur…!" Francis whined, bucking against Arthur desperately. The Captain only smirked, grabbing Francis once more but this time tearing him away from the wall, pinning him to the bed instead. The Frenchman gasped in surprise at the sudden action, but suddenly the pirate was on top of him, grinding against him and sucking at that sensitive spot on his neck.

Francis quickly became a moaning mess underneath the pirate, and Arthur listened to every beautiful sound the Frenchman made, each moan making the Captain more impatient to be inside him. Francis panted softly as Arthur relented long enough to rid himself of his own pesky breeches, and he let out a groan as he remembered how large the pirate was, tensing slightly in both anxiety and anticipation.

The Captain smirked, moving down Francis' naked body before leaning in and placing soft kisses to his inner thighs. The Frenchman let out a soft moan of pleasure, but he yelped slightly as Arthur's kisses turned to biting the sensitive skin as he simply couldn't help himself. He wanted every part of Francis to be blemished with bitemarks and small bruises, to mark the beautiful man as his and his alone.

Arthur spread Francis' legs more, smirking as Francis let out a mewl of pleasure in response to the Captain's tongue invading his entrance. The Frenchman bucked and squirmed slightly, as the sensation was entirely strange but completely wonderful, and he felt himself drawing close again just at the feeling.

"A-Arthur, mon cher!" he moaned out, the desperation in his tone betraying how close he was. And Arthur pulled back.

Francis let out a whine of frustration as Arthur deprived him of release, and his half-lidded blue eyes met the Captain's intense and predatory emerald ones.

"Now now, love. I cannot let you have all the fun, can I?~" he purred, although he was particularly enjoying the sound and sight of the very turned on Frenchman.

In response, Francis kept his legs spread invitingly, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Arthur's neck as he whispered huskily against his earlobe. "Then hurry up and fuck me~"

The Captain shivered involuntarily as Francis nipped his earlobe, extremely turned on by the more confident side of his lover, and he lined up, not bothering to prepare the Frenchman beforehand.

Francis tensed slightly as he realised this, but he forced himself to relax as he knew it wouldn't hurt for long. His eyes shot open and he screamed as Arthur entered him, feeling pain that outweighed pleasure as he clung to the English Captain, digging his nails into his shoulder blades and burying his face against Arthur's shoulder as he tried to wait out the pain.

Arthur groaned at the tightness, holding still though as he realised Francis was in pain. He gently whispered soothing promises in his lover's ear, flicking his tongue over Francis' earlobe to distract him from the pain. The Frenchman groaned softly, letting out a small whimper as his body slowly adjusted to the unwelcome intrusion.

It took a good few minutes and a hell of a lot of patience on Arthur's part, as he was desperate to make love to his beautiful Frenchman, but eventually Francis gave a shaky sigh, wriggling experimentally.

"O-Oui, you can move now, cher…" the tavern owner breathed out, and it was all the invitation the pirate needed.

Wasting no time, Arthur drew out almost to the tip, before plunging back into Francis, eliciting a startled moan from his lover. The Captain smirked as he continued to thrust deeply, picking up the pace eagerly. Francis panted heavily, moaning underneath him as the rough treatment still hurt, but the spasms of pain were forgotten with each powerful wave of pleasure, and soon Francis was lost in ecstasy, bucking up towards his lover in encouragement, wanting more.

The candles illuminating the room flickered with the constant movement of the two men, causing long shadows to dance over their sweat-glistened bodies. Francis was vaguely aware of a perfume Arthur wore, smiling slightly between moans and gripping Arthur's shoulders more tightly.

His whole body tensed and he let out a scream as his vision went dark for a moment and the most unbelievable pleasure bolted through him. Arthur grinned, shifting slightly before ramming into the Frenchman's prostate over and over again, loving every scream that forced its way past Francis' bruised lips.

Already addicted to the man's screams, the Captain did everything he could to make Francis scream louder and louder. Showing no mercy, he sank his teeth into the soft, delicate skin above Francis' collarbone, making the Frenchman jolt and shriek slightly, tears in his beautiful blue eyes, but he did not complain, secretly adoring how much Arthur could make him feel.

Francis could feel that he was close, but he was screaming so much that he could not summon the words to inform Arthur, but it did not matter. The pirate smirked down at him, grunting as he slammed as hard as he could into the Frenchman's body, practically tearing him apart in his attempts to bring him over the edge.

"Arthur!" Francis yelled out, eyes shooting open and his chest arching towards his lover as he climaxed, tensing around Arthur and causing him to release inside him just after. Arthur moaned Francis' name as he released, brushing his lips against Francis' shoulder as he did so.

The two men stayed still for a few moments, both panting heavily as they slowly came back down to Earth, and Arthur slowly pulled himself out of his lover, being far gentler now. The night fell silent as Arthur lied down beside Francis, smiling softly as the tavern owner curled into his embrace, resting his head against the Captain's shoulder.

Arthur held him close, playing with Francis' silky hair softly as he was finished being rough with him. Francis closed his eyes, and after a while, when Arthur assumed he had fallen asleep, he opened his eyes, glancing up at his lover.

"Mon cher…" he whispered, his voice soft and slightly hoarse from all the screams.

The pirate blinked, his emerald eyes meeting Francis' sapphire ones. "Yes, love?"

The Frenchman traced his fingers over Arthur's arm gently, humming softly. "This scar is new…" he mumbled.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, surprised that Francis even remembered what scars he didn't have at their last meeting. "It is." He confirmed, letting Francis' hair slip through his fingers.

"Who gave it to you?" his lover asked, his slender fingers caressing the pink scar delicately.

"Some Spanish bastard." Arthur replied simply with a smile, pressing a light kiss to his temple. "But I gave him a much larger one on his chest."

At this, Francis smiled, feeling a flutter of pride and admiration as he remembered the man he was currently cuddling up to was The Blood Captain, not just his Arthur.

The two were silent again for a few minutes, and Arthur closed his eyes, exhausted from their love-making. He was almost in the realm of sleep, when he heard Francis' faint voice, his accent thicker as he was almost asleep as well.

"…Promise you'll be here when I wake up…" Francis whispered, nuzzling against Arthur's chest.

Arthur hesitated, wanting so badly to swear he would be, but he knew he would have to leave in the morning. So he did not respond, pretending to be asleep.

Francis waited a few moments, before sighing softly and cuddling against the Captain's chest, savouring these moments when Arthur held him close, and trying not to think about when he would inevitably leave again.

A/N: And that is that chapter!

Also check out 'The Experiment' by Copperbell111, it's an amazing FrUK story and I can 10/10 recommend it!

Please review and let me know whether you think Arthur will be there when Francis wakes up, or whether he'll leave again like the last time?

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