A knock on his door, followed by a polite pause, and Alfred had company. It was a bit rude but he kept his blue eyes trained to the floor, not so much in denial but still struggling with the concept of what he was about to do. Toris cleared his throat lightly before speaking. "Please come with me Alfred."
Looking up from where he was seated on his bed, Alfred was possessed of the very ridiculous notion that this must be what prisoners on Death Row must feel like when summoned for their execution. Oh he rolled his eyes at the thought immediately; there was no comparison between the situations. Still, reality had never stopped Alfred from playing up the drama of any given situation in his mind before. After all, things were always more heroic feeling if the danger was imagined greater than it really was.
Alfred was totally a hero, of course, but he couldn't shake the nagging thought that he wouldn't mind another hero jumping in and giving him a hand here, maybe a plucky sidekick. Or Francis. He wouldn't mind having that man here for some quick words of support. Oh the other host had stayed with him as long as he could, coaching him and trying to keep him calm with gestures so very tender it was soothing, but he was now with a client. Work came first here, the hosts had no choice. Alfred nervously smoothed his sweaty palms against his pants before flashing a wavering grin to Toris. The usher waited for him at the door, looking almost apologetic.
It was go time. "Yeah sure, let's do this."
He left his room and followed Toris as confidently as he possibly could, trying to project everything he wasn't feeling. Beside him, as the two headed down the hall for the stairs to the second floor, Toris was very quiet. If Alfred hadn't been wrapped up so tightly in his own situation, he might have noticed the pensive glances from the brunette, the aborted starts of words and phrases. Alfred was not the only one with something on his mind. As they reached the bottom of the stairs to the second floor, the music of the club below could just barely be heard, sending small vibrations through the floor and walls.
"Umm… Alfred?"
Toris had slowed just slightly, as if hesitant to get to their destination. All things considered, the agent was perfectly happy to slow down as well. He cocked his head to the side as he waited to see if the usher would speak up again. The man seemed stuck in his inner debate, however, so Alfred did what he could to help him out.
"Ya want to ask me somethin' buddy?" He kept his tone bright and casual, soaking up this distraction eagerly. Getting closer to Toris was something he'd been hoping for anyway. Toris was pretty close to one of the bosses, according to Francis, so it was worth a shot to see if he could be made into an ally. The silent seconds started to stretch, however, and Alfred's panic meter spiked up into paranoia, wondering if Toris was suddenly uneasy about leading Alfred to some sort of horrible death.
Toris sent a furtive glance to the left and right before sincere and almost desperate eyes locked onto Alfred's blues. "I'd like to speak to you… in private. It's very important, will you find a way to meet me at my room?"
He could feel his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but Alfred tried to play it cool otherwise. He nodded his head slowly before his brain really had a chance to fully process the request. Toris's room was nearest to the fourth floor out of all the third floor living spaces, which meant Alfred would have to pick a careful time to go over there. Still, he was curious to see what information could be gleaned. "Sure thing…"
"It doesn't have to be tonight," Toris added hastily, and Alfred wondered if maybe that was a warning to stay away tonight. "But… soon… please…" He wasn't sure why, but the blonde felt as though Toris had wanted to say something else.
There was no chance to find out, however, for the door to his client's room loomed right before them. It was a bit underwhelming that it was just a typical looking door. Some sort of crazy dungeon door felt more appropriate to Alfred's wild imagination. "Well, guess this is me," he said, trying to crack a joke. Toris nodded, so sober and serious it almost seemed painful.
"Remember, you promised to come talk to me, ok?" Alfred blinked in confusion, but nodded. 'He's trying to tell me something... just say what you want!' But it was not to be. Whatever question or request Toris wanted to utter was never said. The usher offered him a faint smile and took a step back. As usual, he'd wait to make sure Alfred entered, and that the client didn't immediately throw him out or anything.
Alfred took in a deep breath, clapped his hands together once to psyche himself up, and grabbed the doorknob. Giving himself a mental countdown, he got ready to turn the knob and enter. 'Three… two… one… go!'
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Arthur nearly flinched when the door suddenly flew open, hand wanting to dart for his gun (even though he wasn't wearing it). His heart hammered as his adrenaline surged for a moment, only for it to seem to stop altogether when he caught sight of who was standing in the doorway. His green eyes widened just a fraction before he schooled his expression. He could not give away that he knew the man walking in, could not compromise him so stupidly. Yet... there he was.
Alfred: looking healthy and fit and more stylish than he'd ever seen the other agent.
Alfred: in the flesh, so very close to him after months of no contact, and shooting a smile fit to blind a man.
Arthur couldn't deny the wave of relief that swept over him, so intense that he nearly felt dizzy. Alfred paused to toss a thumb's up to the usher, then shut the door, leaving the two of them alone in the room. Arthur waited, making no move. Alfred took a few steps inside, smiling and casual, using his hands to make gestures that seemed mundane and ordinary, but certainly weren't. Alfred made a precise series of gestures as he'd been trained to do, something that could be brushed off as just trying to make sure his hair looked alright. That certainly wasn't Alfred's concern right now.
The information was clear, the message sent. There were both video and audio surveillance present in the room, unconfirmed if the closed circuit feed was backed up and saved. It might simply be a precaution, a live non-archived feed there only so that the guards and bouncers here would be able to react if things went bad. However, it was also entirely likely and quite possible that the Gallery saved footage and sound from every session held here. It'd provide great potential in blackmail material. 'However, if we can get our hands on the footage instead, it may prove to be significant evidence.'
Still... if they could be seen and heard tonight, then this meeting was going to be a little tricky. Arthur was prepared (as well as a straight bloke could be prepared to enlist the services of a male prostitute anyway), but more than that he was a professional. As such he worked to remain in character, keeping his posture shy and uncertain as 'Gareth' watched his host for the night walk towards him. His green eyes keen, Arthur took this moment to see how Alfred was.
It actually seemed as if this place might have had a good effect on him, so far as his body went. Dressed as Alfred was, Arthur couldn't possibly not notice the rather cut six-pack Alfred's abs now sported, or that the muscles on his arms stood out a bit more. Alfred had always been very strong and fit, no mistake about it. However, his near constant diet of burgers had always left Alfred looking a bit soft, especially around the middle. Considering the Gallery probably didn't want fat hosts with poor skin complexion, Arthur had a feeling Alfred's diet here was probably a vast improvement.
The younger agent changed course for just a moment and poured them a couple of drinks from the wet bar in the corner of the room, something that Arthur thought he desperately wanted but shouldn't partake in. No no, he needed his head as clear as possible here if he and Alfred were going to slip any communications back and forth without notice. When the glass was carried to him, Alfred offering it to Arthur with that smile of his still in place, he knew it was time to start.
Arthur took the drink, sipping it carefully though mostly just miming the act. Alfred moved to sit beside him, drinking deeper of his drink. It made Arthur's eyebrow twitch, but perhaps the lad had built up a bit of a heavy tolerance here. Arthur certainly thought it likely. Still, Alfred looked casual and comfortable, very much encroaching in his personal space yet leaving just enough room not to overwhelm. It allowed Arthur an even better look at the younger agent, body on display in an unintentionally intentional manner. It was a pose meant to be hard to ignore, and Alfred looked very good. Although… was that a… bruise? Some of Alfred's torso seemed slightly discolored, and he frowned. Alfred arched his brows, a faint smile on his face as he moved to put an arm behind Arthur on the backrest of the loveseat.
His first instinct was too scoot away and yell at Alfred for being daft. Now was not the time for old habits between them, though. Tonight they were for all intents and purposes strangers. Arthur gave himself a good mental slap before trying to get back into character. Using this as a good reset point, he held out his hand to Alfred. "My name is Gareth… nice to meet you."
Alfred shifted, moving his drink to the table so that he could shake Arthur's hand without moving his arm from behind the older agent. In fact, his movements had forced his arm off the back of the loveseat, and Alfred had moved his arm to rest over Arthur's instead as if he had every right. Arthur's face wanted to scowl so very much. Alfred had always been a touchy-feely causal sort of person, never believing in personal space, but this was rather a bit intimate rather fast, wasn't it?
The younger agent's hand lingered holding Arthur's not releasing it after the shake, instead holding on and rubbing his thumb lightly over Arthur's knuckles. It gave him the chills, though not in any sort of good way. He tried to convey, discreetly mind you, with his eyes that Alfred was laying it on far too strong here. The stupid git seemed to miss the message entirely... or ignore it.
"Nice to meet ya Gareth," and Arthur really hated to admit that there was something charming in Alfred's sunny uncomplicated voice. It was a disarming effect he'd seen Alfred put to use many a time, getting people to open up to him through persistent good natured conversation. "I'm whoever you'd like me to be tonight."
Arthur didn't fight the confusion that passed over his face, though he did keep back the frown. "Whoever I'd like you to be...?"
Alfred offered an almost sheepish little smile, so very in character you'd almost think he'd taken acting lessons. 'Or perhaps he's simply done this so often it's become routine.' Alfred squeezed Arthur's hand just a bit tighter. "Sorry, they usually tell me a bit about whoever I'll be spending some time with... normally I'd know. But... this time I think I'll have to do it the old fashioned way. What did you come here for tonight Gareth? To get away from your life for a bit? To have someone to talk to...?"
Alfred trailed off, and he sounded oddly hopeful. Arthur hesitated, waiting for Alfred to continue on towards the more... perverse options. He certainly didn't want to be the one to have to say it! There was a glimmer of something that flashed in Alfred's eyes as the seconds passed, something actually quite horrified. Arthur felt he was missing something very obvious. Alfred leaned in a bit closer, face smiling and encouraging even if that worried look lingered. "Gareth... did you come here for something... more, than just companionship?"
Arthur's mind suddenly snapped back in time, thinking back to an assessment made about the Gallery's activities. 'Gallery Nine was a world you could turn to if you were looking to find a companion. The second floor of the club was devoted to the fulfilling of dreams, to the bringing together of people and desire. Private rooms of all decor and theme filled the second floor of Gallery Nine, and whatever your fantasy was, the 'hosts' of the Gallery were there to provide it for you. From quiet honest companionship to deliriously deviant dalliances, the second floor offered it all to those few precious patrons allowed up...'
His blood ran to ice for a moment right before it flared up to a blazing heat. His hands clenched, nostrils flaring as he tried to rein in the urge to find that stupid blond who'd done his entrance interview and baited him into having homosexual sex rather than just letting him have a quiet chatty evening! Good lord, Arthur wanted to scream at that horrible conniving bastard, and he wanted to smack himself for being so preoccupied he didn't even think to say all he wanted was companionship. God! He'd botched this!
He must have gone a bit blind in his rage, for he slowly became dimly aware of Alfred waving his hand in front of his face, talking to him. "Gareth? Hey, hello? Earth to Gareth? Gary? Come on, talk to me buddy, snap out of it Gary..."
"It's Gareth, don't call me that," Arthur muttered, feeling numb and deciding to down his drink all in one go. He was feeling rather stupid at the moment, why not add to that stupidity while letting the alcohol do its work? As he looked in the direction of the wet bar, Alfred subtly took his glass away, laying a hand on Arthur's shoulder after setting it out of reach.
"Hey, are you ok though? It's... alright. Sometimes clients aren't quite ready... it's ok. We can end this, the usher can take ya back out and you can talk about refunds and stuff..." Caring and sympathetic as he was being, Alfred looked miserable at the thought of Arthur leaving, of this too short meeting being wasted. Arthur felt pity for the poor lad, and pulled himself together. What had he been telling himself before? He was a professional. One little mishap wasn't enough to sink a mission. No, if Alfred had any information, Arthur would do what he could to receive it. 'Oh god, phrase that differently!'
"No, no... that's quite alright. I'm... ah... I'm sorry. I'd... really thought I... wouldn't be forced to say... this is all so embarrassing..." He bit down on his lip, hanging his head just slightly. Alfred scooted closer, reaching out a hand to cup Arthur's cheek. The two agents locked eyes, Alfred asking Arthur silently if this was really ok, and Arthur doing everything he could to assure Alfred that he was prepared to do whatever necessary.
"We'll take this slow," he murmured softly, and with an amazing amount of gentleness that Arthur never would have thought the blunt young man possessed, he leaned forward. Arthur tried not to flinch as he prepared for the kiss, and he had to remind himself to breathe as well.
Lips never quite met his though, and he felt warm breath exhaled against them instead of any contact. Quiet and low, barely louder than their breathing, Alfred seemed as if he was chuckling a bit. "God Artie, sex? Really? Are you that hard up?"
Indignation painted Arthur's cheeks a pretty shade of pink, and seemingly getting caught up in the moment, he reached out with his hand to fist it painfully in Alfred's hair. Discreetly of course, very much on the sly. "Shut up git, I wouldn't even be here if you weren't too daft to do your job quickly." He moved with Alfred as they faked this kiss, eyes nearly closed yet examining the room they were in from the corner of his eye. "The mics aren't sensitive enough to pick us up, you're certain?"
Alfred suddenly wrapped his arms around Arthur, gripping him in what felt like a bear hug before maneuvering Arthur on his back on the loveseat. Alfred knelt over him, looking marvelously disheveled (if... you were into men, looking that way). He licked his lips, smiling down at him before bending slowly to 'kiss' Arthur again. "Yeah, I've whispered some pretty odd things, trying to get them to react. Though... if 'Gareth' would enjoy some mood music it wouldn't hurt..."
Arthur knew that was his cue, quietly pushing Alfred up and away from him, having a sudden fit of nerves. "Ah... w-wait... this is so... I mean." He sat up a little, and oh wow look, there was a music player in the room. "Perhaps... erm... maybe some music? I'm sorry, I'm... I've never..."
Oh he could tell that Alfred wanted to laugh at him, but instead the agent kept himself in check. "Sure thing Gary! It's ok, whatever you want is what we're here for..." With a puppy's exuberance, he moved off the loveseat and over to start up the music. He didn't turn it up significantly loud, and Arthur wondered if there was a volume setting the hosts had been instructed never to go over. All the same, it would help them remain discreet. "Better?"
Arthur nodded while sitting himself up properly. He hadn't been pleased at all to have been pinned beneath Alfred like that, not one bit. The younger agent let his head fall to the side, furthering the puppy motif, taking note of Arthur's refusal to lie down and take it. Smiling as if everything was sunshine and happiness, Alfred took a seat next to Arthur. Without asking he took hold of Arthur's forearm, pulling a bit and, with a bit of fumbling, guided the older agent to sit straddling his hips. Arthur was quite certain his thighs were about to get the workout of his life, for he absolutely refused to actually sit on Alfred's crotch.
Alfred seemed perfectly happy at this, reaching up with one hand to guide Arthur forward into a 'kiss' so they could continue their talk. As they performed their parody of a make out session, Arthur simply had to ask. "Are you really alright Alfred? It... are you hurt? You look bruised."
Alfred let out a sigh through his nose, running one hand along Arthur's back rather absently. "I'm fine. I just... got worried I was taking too long... tried to rush and sort of got caught. Ended up going down the stairs the fast way the other day, if ya know what I mean."
Arthur frowned, letting his hands rest on Alfred's shoulders. That noise... "So then, was that you I heard? Of course it would be, it'd have to be you being so loud."
Alfred let out a little pout, giving Arthur's side a little pinch in retaliation. "So anyway, I'm fine. But I have confirmed it, Lovino's brother Feliciano is here, and from all the times the kid's tried to escape it's pretty obvious he doesn't want to be here anymore, not that he ever did. I've talked to him a bit, and yeah, he didn't come here willingly either."
Arthur nodded, paying close attention now. "Tell me everything you've found."
Alfred gave a hum of agreement, shifting his body slightly beneath Arthur as if getting further in the mood. The older agent was rather pleased at his ability to not flinch away as if he'd been tossed in ice. "First though, I gotta tell you the names of the other hosts trapped here. Not a single host wants to be here Artie, and we gotta get them out."
Arthur moved one of his hands from Alfred's shoulder, petting it through the other's hair. "We will, we will. That's part of taking down the Gallery, after all."
"Right," Alfred murmured, licking his lips out of nervous habit and, therefore, ending up licking Arthur's with as close as they were. Alfred actually flushed at that, and Arthur wasn't sure he hadn't as well. This was all so awkward. "Well, you know Feliciano. Then there's Francis Bonnefoy, Berwald Oxenstierna ..." Alfred rattled off his list, slowly and carefully, trying to make certain Arthur would remember all the names precisely. He didn't know the spelling for them all or anything, but Arthur was certain they'd be able to research these individuals now. "There was also someone else... some Asian guy... I don't know if he's a host... I've never seen him on our floor... but it looks like they're keeping him here, drugged up pretty heavily."
It was as Alfred started to discuss his adventure to the fourth floor and his drug suspicions that Arthur lost some of his composure. Alfred's hand had wandered down his back and was currently groping at his rear. He let out a tiny little squeak, demanding with his eyes what the hell Alfred thought he was doing. The younger agent paused in what he was saying, an almost stricken look in his eyes. "Artie... we gotta sell this..." If it weren't for the sincere look in Alfred's eyes, the crystal clear way Arthur could see how much Alfred didn't want to do this, he might have been upset. But Alfred was seriously trying here, and he looked miserable to think he was forcing Arthur to undergo this.
"It's fine, lad, you just surprised me." He swallowed, knowing that considering what he'd ordered... this was the least of his worries. Trying to project his understanding, he looked Alfred straight in the eye. "I'm fine, with everything we need to do here. I understand, don't worry." Like so many times when Arthur had all but played big brother to the blond in the past, Alfred seemed very relieved. He returned to his tale, mentioning the two bosses, Ivan and the other Asian one who he so rarely ever saw. Alfred spilled his guts on everything he knew, employee habits, the names he knew. Granted, Alfred only knew first names (and oh Arthur would be making 'Poland', or rather Feliks, pay later), but it was a good deal more than they had known.
"I still don't have any good solid hard evidence for you to physically carry out of here yet though. It's gotta be kept on the fourth floor, and I'm having a really hard time getting up there. I'm... I'm pretty trapped Artie. I'm watched pretty closely even if they aren't suspicious, and my free time is pretty sparse." Alfred's voice nearly rose in his frustration, and Arthur 'shushed' him softly.
"Don't worry, you'll find a way up there, and we'll keep working on our end of things." Attempting another raid would just be a failure, Arthur knew this. But, perhaps with a bit of an inside edge now, they would find some way to take some sort of action. Once Alfred had exhausted the things he had to report, Arthur in turn gave Alfred a bit of an update about what they were doing on the outside. The younger agent seemed to perk up hearing about their investigations, and to hear about his brother. He was happy to know he hadn't been forgotten, and that everyone was fine.
"So..." Arthur said slowly, realizing they'd reached the end of what they needed to speak on. Alfred picked up on this, echoing his statement.
"So..." The big question remained. What next? Alfred shifted a little, considering. "Uh, if you want, I can do something stupid... make it seem like I pissed you off? Made you want to back out of the actual... you know...?"
As much as that sounded like a lovely idea, Arthur knew he couldn't go with it. "Wouldn't you get in trouble?" He didn't want any more negative attention sent Alfred's way. "We don't want to blow your cover."
"I could take it..." Alfred said, not afraid of the pain a possible punishment might bring. If it protected Arthur from something he didn't want, he'd be happy to play hero. Arthur knew this all too well, but he still couldn't allow it.
"Look... it'd be ideal if I could come back here again... specifically to meet with you. That can happen, right?" Alfred nodded his head.
"Yeah, Francis has some regulars, heck I have a few already, too." Arthur arched his brows at this news, and Alfred had the cheek to look a bit cocky.
"Well, I don't expect they'll understand my wanting to visit you again if I don't leave... ah... satisfied." Why? Why was he so committed to his work? As it was, he was quite possibly putting his job in jeopardy for soliciting a prostitute (essentially). They still weren't certain if Alfred would even be able to retain his job when this was all over either, his current activities a blemish that would permanently scar his previously spotless record. But, taking down the Gallery was greater than they were. It would be worth it, even if in the end they were reduced to grocery clerks or something.
Alfred closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a great sigh, before hugging Arthur closer, tilting his head to speak in his ear. "Then trust me Artie... I know what to do..."
The confidence in Alfred's voice made Arthur swallow in reflex, and he nodded his head. He felt Alfred sit forward more beneath him, and Arthur was sure his legs were going to give out before long here. Alfred must have felt them shaking, for he pushed on Arthur a bit, getting him to finally sit properly. It was a mild relief to know that Alfred hadn't been sitting here aroused all this time... but surely he was going to need to be? That question would be answered later, for soon the younger agent was working at Arthur's clothes, slowly stripping them away.
He had to repeat in his mind that this was nothing, that they'd seen each other in communal showers before during training. This was no big deal. It was nothing. Still, it was daunting and embarrassing and a decided blow to his masculine pride when Alfred lifted him up so that they could work Arthur's pants off. Good gods he was naked now, sitting on Alfred's lap, facing the blue eyes of his old friend and pseudo little brother.
"I need you to get hard, Artie," Alfred whispered, his hand moving to a very specific location slowly. "And I... I'm going to..."
Ah, right then. Arthur closed his eyes, trying to fixate on former girlfriends and perverted magazines, working to visualize something other than this unpleasant situation. His heart pumped a bit wildly as he nervously anticipated it coming, something he'd never thought he'd do with Alfred in a million years. Fingers wrapped around his still rather flaccid length, and Arthur took in a deep breath through his nose. 'Dirty thoughts... dirty thoughts... come on now, you know you have them...'
Alfred moved his fingers slowly at first, as if trying to coax some life into Arthur. There were no immediate vigorous movements, no frantic jerking. It was almost closer to being palmed, though as Alfred's hand continued to work over him with a surprising amount of dexterity, Arthur could feel his body begin to get into the swing of the situation. Dirty thoughts and a disturbingly talented hand. Alfred had been here far too long. Arthur let his eyes linger closed, breathing beginning to hitch as he allowed himself to get lost in this situation. Best not to draw it out... best to stop thinking how wrong this was and just feel it instead.
He shivered when he was suddenly abandoned, eyes opening just in time to watch Alfred bring his hand up, licking his palm, running his tongue over and between his fingers to make them slick. Arthur shut his eyes quickly, not terribly sure how he felt about the sight, his libido spiked to the point where just maybe, maybe, he'd found that sight rather hot. He was probably going to need some sort of therapy for this, or quite a few drinks. The drinks sounded better.
But soon Alfred's hand was wrapped around him again, warm and wet and God he held on just tight enough, moved and slid that hand sinfully well! How dare Alfred give him quite possibly the best handjob of his life here! Arthur grit his teeth, fighting off his release as much as he was fighting to convince himself that this didn't feel so hot and too electric. His hips were twitching, wanting to roll forward and move with abandon, and in the oncoming haze Arthur wasn't entirely sure he was keeping himself as still as he should. No, he probably wasn't, if what he was sitting on hidden in Alfred's pants was any indication.
But that blinding moment came, the pressure and the release and the shuddering fuck yes. Arthur gasped for air, fingers clutching at Alfred tightly as he rode it out. Holy hell... it must have been a while since his last shag if he'd climaxed that hard. Alfred tilted his head back, asking in a normal tone of voice. "Was that alright?" Arthur took in a deep breath, composing himself and returning to his false identity as well as he could.
"I... yes..." That was an understatement. Alfred smiled at him, clearly relieved, before moving to urge Arthur to get up. He complied and watched as Alfred moved to the small wash closet in the corner of the room, cleaning his hands and fetching some damp towels to clean Arthur with as well. He also fetched a couple other items, and Arthur tried to maintain his post release haze of a relaxed afterglow. His nerves were already trying to wake up though.
Alfred knelt down before Arthur, and reached out with one of the towels, as if he'd clean him up. Arthur squawked, pulling away the cloth. "I... I'll do that myself." Alfred chuckled, a nervous habit, and backed up. He seemed hesitant to continue, so Arthur discreetly kicked him in the shin. Gently mind, but enough to jolt him back into action.
"Well, I guess I don't need these anymore," Alfred proclaimed and he looked at the clothes he was wearing, all cheesy lines and cover up smiles. Even when he forced it, he still looked good with his lips curving up like that. With a stupid little wiggle of the hips, Alfred started to strip for him. It was an obvious ploy to try to break the tension, and Arthur knew well Alfred's silly little tricks for when he was really anxious about doing something. If the git wanted to give an awkward strip tease, then Arthur was feeling kind enough to pretend to enjoy it. If it could seriously distract him from what was coming, all the better. He was, after all, the one who was about to be in a world of pain.
Once nude, Arthur could see the full extent of the bruising on Alfred's body, and he revised his pain statement slightly.
Alfred rolled on his protection, reaching for some sort of lubricant and warming it between his hands. He looked at Arthur, smiling enough to charm someone, or at least enough to hide from the cameras how nervous he was. "Alright Gareth... turn around for me babe..."
Did he really need to use the pet name? If not for the endearing tone of voice he was using, the whole situation would have seemed rather rude. Arthur complied, turning to face away from Alfred, kneeling on the loveseat. Alfred came up real close behind him, bending over to contour the older agent with his body. Arthur could hear his breathing right by his ear, reminding himself that if he was willing to take a bullet on the job he could take this no problem. This was recreation for some people for goodness sake! Why was he turning it into such a big deal?
"Trust me Artie," Alfred whispered real low into his ear, and Arthur took in a breath and tried not to squirm when he felt slippery fingers touch him. He tensed, instinctively clenching so that nothing could enter where it shouldn't. Mentally he tried to prepare to relax... when he felt Alfred's fingers slipping about. He... wasn't trying... to insert them anywhere...
Arthur's little movements of discomfort were genuine, for even if he wasn't getting prodded into and opened, it was still unpleasant to have slippery hands moving around down there. Did Alfred have no idea what he was doing? Did he not know how this worked somehow? 'No, he said to trust him...' Whatever he was doing, he was taking his sweet time with it, the only real thing happening were the almost not there kisses Alfred made a show of peppering over Arthur's neck. He kept at this for a while, gently preparing for... what?
When he moved his hand away and retrieved more lubricant to prepare himself with, Arthur thought he was catching on, immediately grateful and more than a little touched Alfred had thought quickly enough to decide on this. Alfred positioned himself right up behind Arthur, leaning in as if to kiss his ear. "Legs tight Artie... and... make sure to put on a good show now..."
Arthur took a deep breath... and feigned much discomfort and pain as Alfred entered him... or rather, slid in tight between his thighs. He tried not to wriggle too much, or fixate on when Alfred's length would brush up against his own set. This was far better than actual penetration, he could tolerate this.
"I'm gonna... move," Alfred panted out once 'Gareth' was, apparently, used to the feel of him. Arthur nodded his head uncertainly, acting along in the play as Alfred moved and slid. It made sense really... just in case the garbage was looked through they'd need the used condom, the evidence to support what was being recorded. It was a clever plan, and Arthur repeated that over and over as felt Alfred push for his end. It was too perfect, and unless the camera had the exact perfect angle, they'd never be able to tell.
Alfred came with a groan and a shudder, nearly collapsing them both onto the loveseat. Arthur held them up, listening to the younger agent pant and oh so softly mutter he was sorry. Arthur gave a fond chuckle. "It's fine Alfred, it's fine." He supported the two until Alfred found his legs again, letting the undercover agent take care of cleaning them up. Arthur was given a disposable tissue to wipe off with, which was promptly taken to the facility in the corner and flushed down the toilet. No missing evidence of possible bleeding that way.
They redressed, Alfred looking to the clock before taking a seat and urging Arthur to come lie next to him. "There's a little more time before your session is over," he said casually. And Arthur figured he should relax and play the recuperating virgin. Ex-virgin. Alfred let his fingers dance and tickle through Arthur's hair, staring down at him in full host persona. "I hope I haven't let you down...?"
Arthur smiled shyly up at him. "Not at all... it wasn't romantic... but I certainly wasn't looking for that."
Alfred grinned. "I could do romantic next time, if you'd like."
Quite honestly, Arthur didn't think it possible. "I'd like to see that, yes. Though... your smile was... what I was hoping for."
Happy to please, Alfred continued to show Arthur that smile. The two rested in silence then, Alfred petting Arthur's hair as if to comfort him, Arthur's mind racing and trying to jump away from what they'd just done and back to his upcoming work. He wanted to get to it as soon as possible, but it was still depressing when the usher (Toris, that's what Alfred had said his name was) came and parted them once again.
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Alfred was half asleep in bed, many hours after Arthur had been taken away, when his door was suddenly opened, Francis rushing inside. The man smelled strongly of wine and sex, but Alfred didn't care at all. No, as the older host all but rushed to Alfred's bedside, the agent could feel a smile splitting his lips, a good mood he'd been dying to share waking him up quickly. While Francis was absolutely ready to comfort and soothe Alfred if the session had been horrible, Alfred needed nothing of the sort.
Overjoyed at finally contacting the outside, Alfred lunged forward once France was half seated on the bed, tossing his arms around the other man and starting to laugh. Francis froze, hands still as he tried to interpret this joyous mirth. "Alfred? Are... are you quite alright?" There was a small current of laughter in his voice, as if picking up that things had gone well without understanding the how or the why. Alfred squeezed Francis tighter for a moment before pushing him away at arm's length. He knew he had to be grinning like a maniac but oh well. Al didn't care.
"It was him!" He whispered, wanting to shout it instead but holding back. Francis arched his brows, waiting for clarification. "One of them got in... Francis, we got some information out! I told Artie about you and the other hosts!"
He watched as Francis blinked in shock, his jaw dropping open before he started to laugh in happiness. Alfred quickly joined in, and the two were soon hugging, laughing and sharing the joy of this moment. But god... it wasn't enough, and Alfred was so elated, riding such a high! He wanted to celebrate, he wanted to shout to the rooftops that it was only a matter of time until the Gallery went down and everyone was free. Their crime and illegal dealings done and making the world and streets safer!
But he couldn't crow that out, he couldn't rejoice like that, and without even thinking about the why he reached out and pulled Francis to him. He kissed the older host, hands tangled in the man's wavy hair, lips and tongue working to expend just a fraction of his happiness right now. Francis didn't even hesitate, wrapping his arms about Alfred and deepening the kiss. Passion soon flooded over joy, and Alfred had to gasp at the sudden lightheaded lust that washed over him.
This... kissing Francis... this was nothing like forcing himself. This wasn't going through the motions with a friend as he'd done with Arthur. As Francis pushed him onto his back, Alfred groaned, thoughts subsiding as talented French hands worked to get rid of pajamas. This... this was... Alfred let out a breathy moan as Francis broke their kiss. 'God... I... I want him...' His lips weren't lonely for long as Francis sought out another deep kiss.
A/N:
Poland you sneak. Tricking poor Artie.
After twenty years, I've posted a new chapter! Ok so maybe not that long, but really, I'm seriously sorry for the wait. I'm going to try possibly making shorter chapters from here on in (shooting for the 3-5k range instead of 7-9k or so), because I've got to stop with these giant delays. Of course if I get on a roll I won't stop short, but that's the plan.
Maybe this chapter's fun times made up for the wait a little? Though pfft, we all want to see France/America fun times instead, right? I suppose as an apology for taking so long in posting, I could toss in a 'bonus chapter' next, where France and America 'celebrate' the meeting with Arthur. Feel free to tell me in a review if you'd like that, or if you'd rather I just move on with the plot.
To anyone still reading after all this time, thanks SO much for sticking around! The readers make writing this worth it. I hope you were able to enjoy this chapter.
To any new comers, welcome, and I hope you enjoy.