They woke up the next day wrapped around each other, face-to-face. Arthur looked down, realizing that they were both still naked. He looked back up at Alfred with a cheeky smirk and rubbed Alfred's chest, gently pecking him on the lips. Alfred blushed and noticed how Arthur was joyfully examining his muscles.

"Arthur, you don't need to again, do you?"

Arthur looked back up at his face and smirked at the look of worry it held. "Don't be stupid, Alfred. If I got that far every time I saw something sexy, I would have to kill you, so you're never in my sight."

Alfred chuckled and started feeling up Arthur's abs.

"Good, because my ass still hurts."

They stayed in bed and cuddled for a while before getting up. Arthur was happy that Alfred had forgiven him, because it meant that they would be able to spend the whole day together.
Most years they both helped out with the planning for the Christmas party, and Alfred was really upset when him and Arthur missed the meeting where they all decided who would do what.

They both ended up going to a meeting their bosses had planned instead. They didn't think the rest of the country's would mind them missing just one meeting.
But now he was grateful for their bosses' bad planning, because this meant that he didn't have to see any of the others until the party. It also meant he could stay at Arthur's house for a few extra days.

Alfred had dragged his bag of games down to Arthur's front room, stocked up on snacks, and spread himself out over and pile of pillows he had spread across the floor. Alfred spent the next few hours on them, and even convinced Arthur to play video games with him, although he got a pillow thrown at his head when he pulled out Assassin's Creed 3. They were having fun for a while, until they heard the door bell chime. Alfred sighed as Arthur paused the game and got up to go and answer the door.
Arthur opened the door to find Francis on his doorstep, grinning at him.

"What do you want? Shouldn't you be helping out with the Christmas party?" Arthur glared at him.

"I dare you to bring up the meeting, I just fucking dare you." Arthur thought.

"I am." he chimed, and held a list attached to a clipboard up to Arthur's face. "I have to go around and see if anyone wanted any specific food at the party."

"Dude, what's the hold up?!" Alfred said loudly as he tried to swallow what was in his mouth. What had made it in his mouth that is, most of it was spread across his face.

He walked out into the hall way
and paused as he saw Francis, who sent him a knowing smirk. Arthur turned to look at him.

"Alfred, is there anything you want them to get for the party?" Arthur tried to act as casual as possible and he saw Alfred's face light up as he mentioned food.

"Sure!" He charged over to Francis with as much grace as a bull in a china shop and started listing things he wanted. Francis started scrawling down what he was saying, trying to keep up. Francis was confused. Arthur embarrassed him so much yesterday, wasn't he even a little bit mad at him?

Arthur walked out the room as he heard the phone ring, leaving Alfred with Francis.

Alfred stopped listing foods and watched as Francis finished writing it all down on his clipboard looked up at Alfred. Francis leaned against the door frame and smiled at him. "So, Alfred, what have you and Arthur been up to?"

Alfred turned red and avoided eye contact. "Uh, not match, just playing video games and stuff you know." he awkwardly laughed.

"Yeah, right. Like yesterday, you mean...?"

Alfred was surprised. He didn't think Francis would bring anything up. Alfred stared at him, not really knowing what to say. Francis had his arms crossed and was giving him a bored look.

"Drop it, Alfred. I know exactly what you two have been up to."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Alfred decided it would be best just to play dumb.

Francis took a few steps forward. "Come on Alfred, admit it!"

"Admit what?" Alfred took a step back as Francis kept getting closer.

"Come on, tell me, what's he like, Alfred?" Francis smirked, loving teasing him.

Alfred took another step back and bumped into the wall.
"Is he good?" Francis put his hand up next to Alfred's head and leaned in towards him.

"Is he gentle? Or...

Is he rough...?"

Alfred turned away and Francis tilted his head to whisper in his ear, "Oh, so he's rough… does he feel good inside of you Alfred? Or maybe you're not satisfied… you know, I think you'd be a lot more satisfied with someone… like me, what do you think?"

Francis started slowly slipping his hand under Alfred's shirt.
"I think… I think you should back the fuck off!" Alfred pushed Francis back, and he fell over, smacking his head against the wall. Alfred stared at him panting heavily, his heart felt like it was about to pound out of his chest, and his face was crimson. He opened his mouth to say something, but only air came out so he gulped and hastily ran back to the other room.

Arthur walked in just in time to see him run out. He turned to Francis and glared down at him

"What did you do to him!?"

Francis got back on his feet. "Hon hon, but the question is… what did you do to him?" Francis smirked at Arthur, who grabbed him and practically threw him out of the door.

Arthur walked in to the other room where Alfred was sat on the sofa. Arthur walked silently over to his lover and swung his arms around him from behind, making Alfred jump. For a second he thought it was Francis.

He looked around at Arthur and turned bright red again.

"Are you okay, love?" Arthur questioned, with more than a hint of worry in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine…"

"What did he do?" Arthur could feel Alfred's heart beat, which was still beating like mad.

"Nothing… he was just being a pervert."

Arthur walked around the sofa and sat down next to him, putting his arm back around his neck and pulling him closer.

"What did he say?" Arthur tried to make his voice sound calm, but it was hard. He wanted to kill Francis. Fair enough if he wanted to mess with him, but when he harms Alfred, that is where he draws the line.

Arthur could see from Alfred's face that it was about them. "Nevermind, just forget about him, okay? Want to carry on with the game?" Alfred smiled at him and nodded.

They carried on playing their game and Alfred soon cheered up and was joking and laughing again, but Arthur couldn't help but worry about him. Alfred got bored eventually and was changing the game. He sat back down next to Arthur.

"Alfred,"

Alfred looked at him, a huge smile spread across his face.

"I just wanted to say… if Francis, or anyone says anything to you at the Christmas party, you tell me okay?"

He smiled at him again. "Sure! You don't have to worry, I can take care of myself, you know." He chuckled slightly.

Arthur leaned his head on his shoulder and laced his fingers with Alfred's. "I know, just make sure you remember Alfred, you're never alone."

Alfred kissed the top of Arthur's head and whispered to him, "Thanks, Iggy." He pulled his bag closer to them. "Hey, how about we watch a movie?"

He nodded. "Okay," Arthur said as he pulled a blanket down from the sofa behind them. Alfred put in a DVD and crawled back over with the remote, snuggling up to Arthur.

They ended up watching a horror film, which of course meant Alfred ended up in Arthur's bed, but then again, he probably would have anyway.

They both got up early the next day, knowing they had to get ready.

It was party night.

hope you enjoyed chapter 9 chapter 10 will be up soon. please review

Disclaimer: I do not own assassins creed.

UPDATE!: chapter 10 will be uploaded on Christmas! so you all get it as a pressie ^_^