(Ally's Notes: More Smut!)

Stranger: Arthur's Co-workers and some old colleges buddies had invited Arthur to a New Years party at the bar called NightRave. It was a Ravish, punkish bar, with sexy strippers and the smell of pungent alcohol. Alfred pulled down on his skirt and blushed as he walked close to Arthur as the began to walk into the club. Alfred had to dress like a women because the club had a strict rules about gays and lesbians in their club so now Arthur was wearing panties and a longed sleeved off-shoulder shirt that was black and in England's national colors read 'Owned by My big ben'd Brit.' It was a dumb shirt but it was for laughs and totally stated the truth. Arthur looked like he was in college again he was sexy as hell in casual clothes, and in this outfit was what turned him on; Punk styled Arthur. Alfred begged him to dress up like that. As they entered the club Francis, Antonio and Gilbert awaited for him. "Arthur you ass hole you made it!" Gilbert chuckled wrapping his arm around his shoulder. Gilbert was Arthur's college and drinking buddy. Yatyushia and Elizabeth came over. "Arthur~" The two females giggled as they walked over, their high-heels clicking on the floor. Alfred clung to Arthur and frowned. These were those girls he works with. "Oh who is this belle femelle, mon amour?" The french smiled at Arthur and taking peaks at Alfred.

You: "Mine." Arthur warned, stepping Between them. He turned to Alfred. "Amelia, this is my..." Arthur frowned at Francis. "Editor..." He didn't nessairely like him but, it was a job requirement. "Francis, Amelia." He made sure that the frenchie understood that Mr. Amelia was off limits. "Ladies." Arthur said with a wave. Arthur frowned at his choker, pulling at it slightly. At least he hadn't had to re-pierce his ears to wear the studs that Al wanted him to wear. He hadn't worn this stuff in ages...

Stranger: Alfred held on to Arthur, he really didn't like being around other people; No one understood him like Arthur and the 'Aliens'. "Hey, Dude." He spoke in his normal tone. The Frenchman smirked. Gilbert laughed and pulled the crew to the bar. "Drinks on me guys." Gilbert order everyone their first rounds. Everyone sat but Al, there was only 6 stools, so he looked at Arthur and decided to sit on his lap. Gilbert grabbed his glass and everybody did the same. The German clicked his glass with his necklace. "Friends and assholes, I'd like to say this year was sick but let's make 2016 a fucking year!" Antonio stood up and laughed. "I can drink to that!" Everyone clanked their glass, except Alfred who was rolling his tongue around the salted rim of the glass. Food and drinks (and Arthur) were more interesting. Alfred rubbed his socked knees together. He took a sip of his glass of very, tangy Metallic Blue Dust on ice. The alcohol was strong but the blue raspberries added a bitter, sweetness. Alfred chugged it down and ordered another glass. The ball dropping was beginning on the Telly.

You: Arthur snaked a hand around his waist as he drank down his own drink. He made a face, as he didn't drink often, and set it down after a few sips. He wasn't really into the bitter taste as he preferred the sweeter drinks. Arthur's hand found a way under Al's shirt and was messing with the skin at his waist. He smirked up at him. The countdown started and the entire bar started to count backwards.

Stranger: Alfred placed his hand over Arthur's. They watched the final countdown, once the one was said there was a uproar. Alfred kissed Arthur passionately as the club dropped confetti and glitter. He pulled away smiling, he caressed his cheek. "Happy New Years sweetie." Alfred grinned and drank his forth glass. The German patted Arthur on his back. "Always getting some Arthur!" He chuckled but then turned to Amelia. "Amelia you do know that stuff is strong right?" Alfred shrugged and pulled Arthur to the dance floor. "Dance with me sexy ass!" Alfred yelled over the screaming club.

You: Oh yes. Arthur could taste the alcohol on Al's breath. He followed Alfred out and sighed at his words. When was the last time they had danced together? He shook his head, a small smile playing on his face as he grabbed Al's hand. "Let's do something outdated shall we?" He asked before leading him into a fast waltz that quickly became a bit dirty the longer it lasted.

Stranger: Alfred was flustered and a bit off key: maybe he had drank too much. He found himself trying dance, but ended up grinding against the other man. He smiled and tried to jerk and douggie down with Arthur. "Your so old school Arthur~" He chuckled and just held his hands as he moved his hips and ass area. "You know how to do the bump and grind grandpa?" Alfred teased moving closer to Arthur and stroking his cheek. Alfred was having so much fun, Arthur was so much fun. It was like Prom, except Arthur was not wearing a horrid green tux.

You: Arthur smirked. "Of course I know how to. It's just, everyone else here is doing exactly that." He leaned in and spoke close to his mouth, keeping their eyes locked. He watched him for a moment. "You're thinking about prom aren't you?" Arthur asked with a fold of the arms. He had liked that tux, but Alfred kept teasing him for it, which only fuelled his lust and domination during their sex. The Brit sighed before grinding up against him. "Happy my love?" He asked, his hands cupping Alfred's ass. The one that belonged to him. :D

Stranger: Alfred groaned as his ass was so viciously grabbed. "A little harder and you'll be doing great. Also baby, I am thinking about prom. That ugly green tux with the bright purple cloth in your pocket; but the sex made up for it." Alfred could feel himself getting hotter, but Arthur wanted steamy sex, so Alfred had to be composed. Alfred grinded himself against Arthur, rubbing up and down Arthur's body. He kissed up his neckline, stupid ass choker was in his way.

You: Arthur smirked as the clothing that Alfred had made him wear was now getting in the way. Another reason why he preferred a nice suit. " having trouble?" He asked before trailing a hand up his spine. Why did Alfred have to be so much taller? He had at the very least six inches between them. He gave his cheek a wet kiss, feeling a short buzz from the few sips of alcohol earlier.

Stranger: "No, I'm good." Alfred frowned as he pulled the chain from Arthur's choker that was attached to his shirt. He smiled lossely wrapping his arms around his neck. He broke the latch that held the choker with a tug. Sometimes doing all that football had it's benefits. "Also I'm not tall your just short; Puberty was a bitch to you." He chuckled, knowing Arthur might bring up his face so just to shut him up he rubbed his knee against Arthur's groin. "But she was nice here. She definitely gave all you manliness to that.~" Sadly Arthur was bigger then him, somehow. Being American had it's down falls.

You: Arthur clicked his tongue as he felt a nudge down by his manhood, making it ache. "Only Four glasses?" He asked as Gilbert walked past them, handing Arthur another drink. He held it up to Alfred before downing half of it. "I guess I better catch up huh?"

Stranger: Alfred took Arthur's glass and drank the remains. "Bet you can't." Alfred was not going to end up in bed today, and if Arthur got drunk that was where he was going. Also when the Brit gets drunk he talks his mind. "How about we bet on it. First one drunk losses." Alfred wasn't too close but he knew Arthur liked a little excitement and a challenge. "Winner gets whatever they want from loser, Deal?" Alfred held out his hand with a smirk.

You: Arthur snickered. "Deal." He had had some practice drinking some stuff, so he was sure he could beat Al. The Brit grabbed his git and pulled him over to the bar. "Pick your poison."

Stranger: Alfred grinned as he was in the drinking scene: he was pretty fucking sure he got this. "I want some Jägermilfen one glass full of that and then I want some some strawberry flavored volka the rest of the time." Alfred told the bartender. "Fine choice my man~" The bartender gave Al his first shot. "Once you got yours, we'll began." Alfred rubbed his glass rim.

You: Arthur grinned. "Atomic Drop and some Anti-freeze #3 please." He thought for a moment about how much cash he had on him. "And an American Flag." He said as he smirked at his American husband. Waiting for his shot to be handed to him, he kept his eyes on Al. He couldn't wait.

Stranger: Alfred clanked his glass with Arthur before taking it back. His stomach burned as the hard alcohol went down giving him a warm sensation. "D-Damn..." He licked his lips. "Your turn baby~" His hands at his thigh rubbing it trying to relax him a bit.

You: "Down the hatch." Arthur said before downing his first drink, turning the shot glass over and setting it on the bar. "Oo..." He blinked a few times as the drink burned his throat. He let out a breath and placed a hand over Alfred's before looking at the bartender. "Next."

Stranger: The bartender had no time for this so he just put a bunch of glasses on the bar. Alfred took two into his hand and Drank one then two, the sweet flavor of strawberries and the strong taste of volka complimented each other. After a while duo had drank many glasses and Al was seriously flustered and covering his mouth. "A-Arthur 2-2-24 glasses b-beat that shit!" His tolerance for alcohol was surprisingly good since he had chosen strong drinks. His legs began to rub together just thinking about Arthur, he can't focus.

You: "E-..." He laid his head down on Alfred's shoulder. "I-... Iwont... Surrrrrenderrrr..." He slurred. He tried to pick up another shot only to spill it. "Oops..." He thought for a moment then rubbed his red rimmed eyes. "Aaaaaaaal~! I'm w'sted." He said before leaning against Alfred.

Stranger: Alfred hugged Arthur and laughed. "I love y-yyou A-AArthur. " He held Arthur's face kissing him roughly, the kissed tasted of alcohol of Arthur's sweet delicious taste of his own. His mind was fried he didn't want to think anymore. He wanted Arthur...

You: Arthur gave a lazy kiss back before getting into it. He moved to sit on his lap, making the barstool wabble. He was completly forgetting that Al was dressed as a chick. He took a hand on Alfred's crotch, stroking it through the skirt.

Stranger: "A-Arthur..." Alfred rubbed up against his stroking hand. Alfred ran his fingers through his hair, tossing his dirty blonde locks. He felt so hot, the alcohol was such a bad idea, If Arthur banged him in public there career will be over. "S-So good~" Not what He wanted to say, Arthur addicting he was intoxicating. Alfred was lost. He turned his head to deepen the kiss.

You: "Al. I wanna fuck you so hard." He said as huged him with his non busy arm. Arthur tugged on his shirt slightly.

Stranger: "F-Fuck me so h-hard Arthur. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am. Right in front of everyone." Alfred moaned out rubbing up his husband's chest, his fingers rubbing his nipples. Alfred grinds up against Arthur wantingly. His cock was hardening and pecking out his panties. The bartender wasn't listening because the bar was busy. "H-Harder Artie~" He whimpered.

You: Arthur used the heel if his hand to push into his length. He moaned back in response with his nipples being twisted. It was so exotic. He was about to use both hands until someone grabbed his shoulder. "Perhaps this wouldn't be the best place mon cheir." Rang a voice quietly in his ear. Arthur shuddered and quickly jumped away from it, towards Al. "Bloody Hell!" He yelled as he clung to his husband. "Fuck Francis!" He flipped him the bird, sobering up a bit.

Stranger: Alfred wanted Arthur back, his eyes filled with tears, his emotions were taking over. Alfred clearly had a boner now and it was surely letting itself be known as it bugled through his skirt. "A-Arthur you dick, I told your British ass to f-ffuck me!" He whined, tears falling down. This is why Alfred doesn't drink, because he was a horny drunk. He was trying to take his shirt off. "A-Arthur don't you want me? Are I-I not g-good enough?" Francis watched in amusement, he could tell his British worker had his hands full.

You: "I do!" Arthur said, laying a kiss on his lips. "I really do~" purring, he took Alfred by the waist. "But let's do it in the bathroom." He helped Al off his chair, pulling him by the waist. "On the cold tile floors~" a bit of his reason was kicking in and he knew it would be a bad idea to do it in public.

Stranger: "I-I wanna do it in our car." He he hugged Arthur's arms that were holding is waist, he kissed his shoulder. "Bathroom s-sex is dirty, I like the car, w-we can turn on the heat and make it hotter." Alfred started to undo Arthur's jeans.

You: "But it's crampt in there." Arthur whined before giving in and dragging him out the door into the cold winter air. "Where's our car?" It was dark out so the expensive red car was hard to find.

Stranger: Alfred pointed to the car that was next to the blue convertible. "There it..." He said dragging his feet. The American began moaning and groaning his husband's name, wanting him.

You: Arthur looked to his husband for a second before holding out his arms. "You're strong. Carry me." His voice was demanding as his legs felt like lead.

Stranger: Alfred was pulling his skirt trying to keep his boner from showing. Arthur had spoken in his demanding voice, like Alfred was his bitch. He didn't carry him in a gentle way, he flung his lover over his shoulders and locked him in a tight hold. Al walked them to their car and sat Arthur down in front of the car. Alfred took no time to slip out the skirt, showing his perverse lacy pink panties. His high heels clicked on the pavement. He licked Arthur's lips. "I want you Arthur, Why are you making me wait~"

You: "Shut up and get moving." Arthur said, sliping his fingers into the panties and almost ripping them off. He laid a rough kiss on his lips, finding his cock and kneading it with his fingers.