Back to ridiculous fluff! Hooray!

Subscriber counts... do you care? (Imma put them anyway, since I actually spent time thinking about this... and I'm not even sure that people read these notes...)

~FlyingMintBunny: 5,000,034
~BigBrotherFrancis: 9,687,002
~Amerinadian Gaming: 3,065,283
~BruceTheKoala: 4,806,337
~DasGilbird: 11,008,916
~The Tomato Gang: 1,999, 764

I think that's all the channels I've mentioned so far.

Enjoy ;)

"Francis!"

The call came from Arthur's recording room, making the Frenchman in question turn from his cooking with a curious frown on his face.

"Oui, qu'est-ce que est-il?"

"Come in here a minute."

Francis frowned a little deeper, turning off all the appliances and wiping his hands on a tea towel as he walked slightly warily toward the room. He peered around the corner, watching Arthur stare intently at the screen.

Arthur waved a hand for Francis to come in, pointing at the screen. "Make sure I'm reading this right."

Francis walked over, placing a hand on Arthur's shoulder ash he leant over to look at where Arthur was pointing.

"Five million." He said breathlessly.

Arthur let out a choked laugh, "Five million!" he said, still staring at the screen. He turned to Francis, a massive grin blooming on his face, "Five million subscribers!"

Francis grinned back, dragging Arthur into a massive hug, "Five Million!"

They sat there for a moment, before turning back to the screen and re-reading the words at the top of his channel page announcing that he had '5,000,034 subscribers' again.

Arthur laughed breathlessly, covering his mouth with his hands, "I can't believe it!"

Francis turned Arthur's face to his own, and kissed his breathless, Arthur responding so enthusiastically that they both tipped back onto the floor.

After a moment of ignoring their predicament and the pain in his behind in favour of groping happily at Arthur's, they were forced to break apart for air. Francis grinned at his grinning fiancé, "Congratulations," he said, nuzzling against Arthur's nose, "You deserve it."

Arthur just laughed breathlessly again, "I..." he began, but couldn't finish before Francis was kissing him again.

"Bien fait, mon petit lapin!" Francis laughed, once again not letting Arthur get a word in before he had reconnected their lips.

They stayed like that for a while, grinning like lunatics, kissing whilst laying on the hardwood floor of Arthur's recording room.

As they laid there, the kissing became slower, deeper, their hands roaming over chests and stomachs, necks and backs, cheeks and lips, their breathing became heavier but slower, their bodies pressing just a little closer.

And then Arthur sucked Francis' bottom lip into his mouth, making the Frenchman moan softly, and the Brit shiver. Arthur took the lip between his teeth, pulling away slowly and letting it slip out from between them, drawing a shuddering breath from the man below him.

"We should celebrate." He said huskily, pressing his lips to Francis' stubbled jaw, kissing a trail toward his ear.

Francis groaned, smiling lewdly, "How do you suggest?"

Arthur chuckled, nibbling on the lobe of Francis' ear, "I suggest that we get off this floor," -lick- "Into the bedroom," -bite- "and sort out the little problem," -kiss- "We both seem to have down south..."

...Oh, and Francis was all too happy to oblige.

Oui, qu'est-ce que est-il? - Yes, what is it?

Bien fait, mon petit lapin! - Well done, my little bunny!

Hooray for Translations! Even if they're probably not necessary...