"Dare."

Arthur thought long and hard. True, knowing Alfred, he'd be willing to do anything. He really didn't seem afraid to do much. He could make him admit that stupid friend of Antonio's was awesomer than himself... but that seemed to be pushing the limits onto hurting Alfred's self-esteem. But as Alfred said... they were alone

.

"I dare you to prove me wrong with a kiss." Even this dare surprised Arthur when it left his mouth, and he thought of taking it back. But then, where would that end him up at? It was only a kiss.

Alfred shrugged, though he was overly-pleased to oblige. "I don't want any penalty."

"A-Ah, Alfred." Arthur found it increasingly difficult to breathe with each second ticking past. His lips were preoccupied with the tongue and teeth of Alfred's; his waist was taken by the strong hands of Alfred's; his arse was even distracted with those fingers, which gently massaged the firm cheeks in his grip. There just wasn't any room for his mind to remember to breathe. "H-Hnn..."

Alfred pulled Arthur closer, practically knocking him backwards as he found their footing to the wall, leaning back against it for leverage. He was so close to being on top of Arthur already, he decided it'd be better to just get into the most comfortable position and skip all the awkward deciding what to do. Alfred gripped his ass, hoisting him into the air, so the other's legs carefully wrapped around his waist. Arthur gasped in surprise, but said nothing, choosing to instead move his lips to nibble at the soft cartilage of Alfred's ear. His tongue flicked across the reddened skin, giving it a pleasurable sensation before he continued to bite and tease the abused appendage. His tongue began to trace down the side of Alfred's face, stopping at his cheeks to place a delicate kiss on his nose, cheek, and jaws, and slipped down to the man's neck. Arthur gave the soft flesh here the same treatment as the earlier, leaving small hickeys scattered around his neck that started to fade after several minutes.

"Artie, you're so into it today," Alfred grinned, suppressing a slight groan. The tightening of his boxers felt good when Arthur wriggled, as it began rubbing against his erection. The friction felt wonderful.

"So you're enjoying it, I take it?" Arthur said in the most sensual voice he could muster, adding a little curl of pitch at the end, his lips resembling those of a cat's. "All of my hard work?"

Alfred took the opportunity to swipe the sexy blond's boxer-shorts, pulling them down his legs to settle at the thighs of him. He suspended the near-bare man in the air with his abdomen pressing the other's legs, and pulled a hand up next to Arthur's cheeks, drawing the shape of his legs.

"Ngh, just hurry," Arthur muttered, feeling very exposed with half his underwear falling off of him.

"I dunno, we can wait a while longer-"

"Would you hurry up and do it?"

Alfred shrugged and slid the three fingers past Arthur's lips, letting his feline-like tongue coat each one in the best lube they had available. He lingered along the tips of Alfred's fingers, running his muscle along it, taking a longer time with this than any other place. Alfred felt like laughing. Despite Arthur's tries at showing his effort was completely sexy, Alfred knew better than to think this was something normal.

Alfred withdrew his hand once again holding Arthur securely against the wood. "Ready?"

Arthur nodded, and bit his lip, eyes closing quietly. This was the part he always hated. It was so uncomfortable and time-consuming... even if it set him up for something great later. He took in a shallow breath when a single digit was inserted, sitting in its spot for some time to allow Arthur to adjust. When he nodded, the finger began to move, though it was no problem. Arthur had had worse. He remembered the time clearly that Alfred grew smart, and added an extra finger to see Arthur's reactions. However, when he received a death glare, brought along by watery eyes from the pain, he quickly removed it and instead filled the hole with a more personal item.
The finger was soon brought with another, the two scissoring. It felt terrible, and Arthur nearly called the entire thing off, until something inside him made him twitch and writhe. The one little spot, though so small, had been brushed with the fingers, and Arthur, being completely taken by surprise, let a little moan slip through his lips.

"Nn..." Little noises escaped Arthur, though none were that noticeable. Of course, Alfred listened carefully. He always loved to hear the indications of pleasure that were sure to come. The feeling of delivering it, made him feel even better.

Along with the two limbs, a third soon entered, this time causing Arthur to gripe. Though he still was consumed with the feeling of his prostate being brushed over and over to notice. He began to rock his hips, riding back on the fingers he felt a love towards. They felt amazing.

"Oh, save your energy for later," Alfred ordered with a cruel smile, and retreated the hand. Arthur's eyes snapped open, and he scowled, the feeling of a loss of breath coming along and causing him to pant lightly. "We have a fun position to try now."
Arthur's hands, previously pinned on the wall, now clung to Alfred's shoulders, holding him at an angle for support. "Just... uh..." The blond said, fingers twiddling. "Be careful? I'd... rather not have to fix something because you decided to hit me against it."
Alfred smiled happily in response, able to respond. He held the bottom of Arthur open, though not far enough to hurt. Only enough for Alfred to finally get what he wanted. Moving his hips upwards, Arthur found himself squirming in pain. It was odd not to have the ground of bed under you when the two were going at it, and this was a very odd sensation. When Alfred pushed his hips up lightly, inch by inch, he breathed in relief, and stood up erect, holding Arthur in his arms. "I'm going now."

Before Arthur could protest, wanting to get ready to the feeling, Alfred had already taken to going, and began lightly pushing and pulling in and out of the other. Arthur moaned in pain, yet no other sounds escaped his throat. Alfred began to push harder, bouncing Arthur on his hips as he began to do so, skin slapping against skin. Arthur took in a sharp, deep breath, and held his lips to prevent himself from being too loud.

"N-No, Alfred, not there," Arthur moaned, wriggling around as he was bumped. "T-To the left. Please... oh, there...!"
Arthur's muffled shouts were muffled slightly by his hand. Alfred wanted so badly to listen in, but knew exactly where he was coming from, and left him be. Arthur could feel himself being lifted and pushed up and down the shaft with simply the force of Alfred's hips, and it was such erotic information to know, he found himself getting harder just by thinking of it. By picturing it. Arthur leaned forward and captured Alfred's lips, holding him so they fitted nicely.

"Oh, baby, you're so tight. It feels really goood~" Alfred's words slipped out slightly jumbled, but it was hard not to let them slur as he watched his lover's face. He had to admit... the other's expressions were one of the things that made him giggle, but completely turned on when they went at it. "Arthur, let me hear you."

Arthur's eyes were shut, and he shook his head at first, honestly and truly embarrassed that Alfred was not only making him voice his wants in a needy way, but that he couldn't help it.

"Please, darlin'?"

And there was that damn southern drawl. Arthur couldn't deny him when he used it. Arthur carefully removed his hand, and right when he did, Alfred decided to go twice as hard and quicker than he had before. The fire of the penetration exploded in his stomach, and he couldn't help but near screaming. It hurt like a bitch, but at the same time, it was one of the best feelings in the world.

He was about to tell Alfred he could go a bit faster, when that special spot got struck. No, not once. Not twice. But three times, all in consecutive movements. Arthur found it near-impossible to hold it back then, vision clouded in white. He clung to Alfred harder, scrunching his eyelids together tightly. "Alfred, I'll-"

"I know, babe, I know." Alfred said in a hoarse whisper, nearing his peak. "Let's do it together."

Arthur's special place was struck once more, though that was it for him. He moaned out Alfred's name rather loudly, the seed of himself falling over his wildly bouncing torso. He continued being thrusted into, until the pace and squeezing around Alfred's cock became too much to handle, and he had to allow it to release. Which he did, the froth shooting into Arthur's insides. Arthur's body shuddered as he finished his post-orgasm high, and soon collapsed in the position Arthur had him in, arms falling over Alfred's shoulders. Alfred carefully slid to the ground, supporting both her and Arthur's selves.

"Hmm, Babe, you were so oral tonight," Alfred mused and smiled, kissing the top of Alfred's head as they lay on the ground of the elevator, no where else to go. "It was actually enjoyable."

"Idiot..." Arthur breathed out heavily, tiredly. Now, the fact of being stuck in an elevator seemed not to be a big deal. "J-Just shut up and kiss me, love."

And he did.

And that last kiss proved one thing; Alfred did more work during sex, but he'd never tell Arthur that.

A/N: Well, that's the end. I know it's not the best slash ever, but I tried. Sorry.
I hope you maybe enjoyed this? Review? Thank you.