Alfred stared at him in shock. "Matthew..." he choked. Matthew's mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but no words came out. So he just sat with his mouth open, returning Alfred's shocked expression.
Arthur peered over the table at Matthew. "Hay- Matthew! You enj- enjoying the party?" he laughed. Matthew could smell the alcohol on is breath, even from where he was sitting. He looked over to Alfred, whose face was still covered with Arthurs cum. He didn't know what to say, so he remained silent.

Alfred jumped up and grabbed Arthur, forcing his hand over his mouth. "Okay, you have definitely had too much!" Alfred looked over to Matthew, the embarrassment clear on his face. How could he have been so stupid? Why didn't he think to check if the room was empty? Matthew avoided eye contact "W-well I... I think I'll leave you two to yourselves!" Matthew, in a panic, jumped up and ran for the door, trying his hardest to not look at the other two butt-naked people in the room. The door slammed behind him.

Alfred sat up on the table and looked over to the door and grimaced."Poor Matt," Arthur slipped his arms over Alfred's shoulders and let his head fall onto his back. "Alfie," he said, snuggling into him. Alfred turned his head to look at his lover, but he seemed to be asleep. Alfred sighed as he rubbed his hand down his face. "What am I going to do with you...?" he slipped their clothes back on and picked Arthur up, so his arms were dangling behind his back and his chin was rested on his shoulder as walked out the door.

As bright sunbeams hit Arthur's eyelids through the crack of the curtains, he groaned as he slowly blinked himself awake. Why did his head hurt so much? What happened? He sat up, pushing his scuffed up blond hair off of his face and looked over to the clock at the side of his bed. "Two pm?" he groaned as he dropped back onto his soft union flag pillow, burying his face. His head was killing him and the sun wasn't helping. What happened to the party? He laid there for a moment until he was able force himself out of bed.

After getting dressed, he made his way downstairs and found Alfred pacing in the living room with his phone to his ear. Arthur could just hear a voice saying he had been forwarded to the answer machine. Alfred groaned in frustration as he turned to see Arthur.

sorry for the wait, I know I haven't uploaded a new chapter in a while but just to let you know I'm not gunna give up on this story so if the chapters do take a while , I just have writers block or something :p

Anyway hope you enjoyed chapter 11, please review follow and fave and thanx to my Editor:Casey Hence

"What's going on?" Arthur questioned.

"Matt won't pick up his phone. I've been trying to call him all day... after last night he'll probably never speak to us again." And what if he tells anyone? Alfred thought. He sat down on the arm of the sofa, resting his for head on his hands. Arthur walked over and sat next to him, placing his hand on his back, rubbing large circles on him.

"What happened?"

Alfred looked up at Arthur, who was staring at him in confusion.

"You don't remember, do you?"

Arthur shook his head.

Alfred sighed again. "He... he walked in on us."

Arthurs face dropped and he turned bright red "He what!?"

Alfred stared at him. "You know, Iggy, you should really get help with your drinking problems."

Arthur hit his shoulder. "I don't have drinking problems, git! It was a party, you're meant to get drunk at parties."

"Yeah, but not so drunk you can't remember them!"

Arthur glared at him. He wanted to say something back, but... Alfred was right. What ever happened... it was all his fault.

Arthur sighed. "What exactly did he walk in on?" He asked, though he had a pretty good idea.

Alfred's gaze fell to the floor. "I... I think he might have been there the whole time..."

Arthur stared at him, both extremely embarrassed and confused, he just hoped Matthew didn't see anything too disturbing. He sighed again, wishing he could just swap his memory with Matthew's, that way Matthew would forget, and he would remember. He stood up and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" Alfred said, as he noticed Arthur was leaving.

"I'm going out for a while. I'll be back soon, keep trying to call Matt." and with that, Arthur left the house.

Matthew was sat in his hotel room watching TV. His phone had been ringing non-stop all day, but he didn't answer it. He knew it was Alfred, but he couldn't speak to him. Just the thought of how awkward it would be made him cringe.

He suddenly heard a knock at the door. He listened for a moment to make sure he wasn't hearing things. Another knock. Who would could it be? It couldn't be Alfred, his phone was still ringing.

He curiously approached the door and reached out for the handle, slowly twisting it. He froze as the door opened to reveal Arthur in the hallway. His face was a light shade red and he was clearly trying to keep eye contact and appear calm.

"Hello, Matthew... may I come in...?"

Matthew just nodded and stepped aside to let him in. He didn't quite shut the door, but cracked it, and turned around to look at him. Arthur jumped and looked down to the floor as they made eye contact.

"Matthew... We need to talk..."

Those words sent shudders down Matthew's back.

"...O-Okay..." He said in his usual hushed tone. Arthur walked over and sat down on the sofa, in front of the TV and waited for Matthew to join him. Matthew slowly made his way over to the sofa and sat down, looking anywhere but at Arthur.

"Matthew, I-" he took a deep breath before continuing. "I don't really know what you saw last night, but I know you didn't need to see it... And I'm sorry you had to..." He must have gone through what he was going to say a million times in his head, but it all seemed to have slipped from his mind. He thought for a moment before looking up at Matthew, to find he had never really realised how alike him and Alfred were before. Suddenly, as sickening as it was, a thought went through his head...

What would it be like...

To do the same to Matthew as he had done to Alfred...?

His whole body tensed as he tried to push the thought out of his mind. He hated it, but in some sick way, he enjoyed the thought. What was wrong with him? "Control yourself." he mentally growled. But he just couldn't get it out of his mind.

Matthew had realised Arthur hadn't spoken for a while, and he looked up to see him tense. "Ar-are you okay, Arthur...?" He reached out his hand and placed it on Arthur's leg, which took Arthur by surprise. His breath jolted and all the little hairs on the back of his neck stood up, "Not again!" Arthur thought he tried to fight it, but it was no use. A smirk spread across his face as he turned to look at Matthew.
"Oh, I'm fine~" he said, slowly shuffling, so his body was facing Matthew. Matthew pulled his hand away. Something about Arthur was different, he didn't know what it was, but he knew he didn't like it. Arthur started crawling closer to Matthew.

"I know seeing Alfred and I last night must have been the worst part for you..." he whispered as he crawled closer and closer. Matthew shuffled back trying to get as far away from him as possible, but he got stopped as he hit the arm of the sofa. "Hmm... maybe you wouldn't feel so bad about it... If I did the same to you..." He crawled in closer, whispering the last part next to Matthew's ear.

Matthew froze. What did he just say!? Arthur started to nibble and suck on Matthews ear as he slowly let his hand sliver under his red hoodie. Matthew shivered. Arthur was actually very alluring, but he soon came to his senses and pushed him back. "W-what are you doing!?" He stuttered, why was Arthur doing this?

"Oh come on Mattie, you'll like it, promise." Matthew struggled beneath him. "No! Just, get off of me!" He cried. Arthur glared at him and growled as he jumped at Matthew, pinning his arms to sofa. "No is not an option!" He hissed and used his arm to keep both of Matthew's arms pinned down, and used the other hand to pull off his hoodie and throw it across the room. Matthew continued to struggle and tried his hardest to get free, holding back tears as Arthur began to tug at his belt.

"Stop, please!"

I know I haven't uploaded a new chapter in a while but just to let you know, I'm not gunna give up on this story so if chapters take a while its just because I have writer block or something :p

Anyway, thanks for reading hope you enjoyed chapter 11, please review follow and fave and thanx to my Editor:Casey Hence.