Arthur tried his best not to think too much of exactly how his next encounter with Francis would go, but it was impossible not to. The room had a very spacious feel to it, despite not being very large.
The bed, of course, was the largest piece of furniture, with a cushy red comforter that seemed to be made of velvet. The sheets underneath were pure white, and could be seen because of the hotel style folding (not that hotel style of sheets-folding has necessarily been invented yet). Arthur had a great view from his spot on the chair, where Gavin had told him to sit and then proceeded to cuff him to the chair. When Arthur tried to struggle out of the cuffs Gavin proved that despite how scrawny he seemed he was actually pretty strong.
"It won't be as bad if you just accept it you know." Gavin had said, once he had re-seated Arthur and was forcing the hand cuffs onto him.
"I-I thought you said he only wanted me here because-"
"I meant the cuffs, but the same rule applies to that too." Gavin had said, flashing a smile as he finished chaining Arthur up.
"Anyway, sit tight. I'm sure Captain will be back soon enough." Gavin had said as he left.
Arthur looked around the room again, wondering why the windows were yellow and didn't give even the slightest view of the outside. Probably for privacy... It's the same for the doors, anyways... Arthur thought. The wood was all dark wood, probably spruce, and Arthur may have even appreciated the architecture if not for his situation. He had been in there for quite some time, and was actually beginning to wish Francis would just get there already so Arthur's boredom would go away.
Arthur had to wait for at least twenty more minutes before one of the double doors opened and Francis walked in, closing the door behind him. Francis didn't really survey the room, just happened to look Arthur's way before expressing mild surprise at Arthur's being there.
"Ah, I almost forgot about this." Francis said, his once grumpy expression quickly changing into one of sinister pleasure.
"What do you even want?" Arthur asked, denying the fact that Francis was almost certainly there for what Arthur thought he was there for.
"Can't you guess?" Francis asked, taking off his hat and setting it on the desk to his left, and draping his fanciful blue overcoat over the same surface. Without those two things, he could almost pass for a typical crew member. Aside from his incredible cleanliness, of course.
Arthur shook his head. "I-I won't... I won't let-" Arthur began, but Francis chuckled to himself.
"I would be surprised if you weren't begging by the time I'm done." Francis said, and Arthur blushed, looking away.
Nowhere in his memories could he find any experience with sex. Ever since he had lost his memories that night, he didn't have time for it. He was too busy planning the next break in. That is, it wasn't as if he hadn't done anything since then, he just never let himself get to that level.
Arthur was startled out of his thoughts as he felt Francis sit down on his lap. Arthur jumped, and then opened his mouth to yell at Francis, but Francis began talking first.
"Arthur, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. If you didn't look so desperate, I wouldn't even think of it. But since... Well, how about this- give me one good reason why not." Francis offered, sure that anything Arthur said next would be easily disproven. Of course, he was right, but Arthur refused to admit that.
"I'm not interested in men!" Arthur snapped, and while this could easily be a legitimate answer, Arthur knew that it wasn't really true.
The first time Arthur had been with someone since after the incident, it was a man, and let's just say Arthur wasn't struggling nearly this much. ...Or at all, really.
Francis cocked an eyebrow at Arthur. "Oh? Well then surely you can explain this." Francis said, his hand brushing against Arthur's erection. Arthur blushed; partially at the touch and partially at the accusation.
"W-Well you're bringing up m-memories!" Arthur said, and Francis leaned in so that his face was much closer to Arthur's than he'd like.
"If that was for a woman, it wouldn't be so hard. When people don't want me-" Francis said, pausing and palming Arthur, making Arthur suck in a sharp breath, "they don't act like you're acting."
Arthur's face burned, and he didn't have a good answer. "M-Maybe if you weren't g-giving me a lap dance..." He stuttered in response, and Francis chuckled.
"You need to work on your excuses." Francis said, and then leaned in, kissing Arthur sweetly.
Arthur hadn't even kissed anyone in quite a long time- not counting the woman whose attic he was living in, because those kisses were on the cheek and there weren't many of them.
Arthur didn't really know what he was doing, but he could feel himself trying to kiss Francis back. He at least knew that much.
Arthur felt like he was split in two. Half of him was ready to slit Francis' throat, the other half was just ready to be relieved of the urges coming off both him and Francis in waves.
Arthur decided as a whole that no matter what ended up happening he needed those handcuffs off. Whether to punch Francis or jerk him off; the cuffs had got to go.
Francis isn't exactly going to trust me at this point, I have to build it up. Get him to believe I only want him. A part of his mind claimed reasonably. You do only want him! C'mon Arthur, don't be stupid! Just give yourself to 'im! Another part yelled back. Arthur cleared his mind of such things, only focusing on the task at hand: building Francis' trust.
The Frenchman reached up to hold Arthur's cheek, and then swiped his tongue across Arthur's lips. Arthur's face got redder, as an internal war waged.
Trust, Arthur- you have to gain his trust. A voice said, and Arthur hesitantly obeyed. Arthur opened his mouth, but that didn't stop him from using his tongue to try and dominate Francis. It didn't work too well, but you had to give Arthur credit for trying.
Arthur was uncomfortable with the feeling of Francis' tongue running over the different surfaces of Arthur's mouth; first his teeth, then the roof of his mouth, than his tongue... It tickled in a way, and Arthur wanted to hurry up and get Francis to take Arthur's handcuffs off so Arthur could... Well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
Arthur tentatively touched Francis' tongue with his own, but only because Francis seemed like he was done.
Francis pulled away though, and Arthur made a noise in his throat that portrayed his frustration, at the same time attempting to pull his hands up to grab Francis' hair as he would've done with anyone else he was making out with. Of course, the chains simply made a clang and held his hands in place; as if to emphasize his frustration.
"Mon amour, those cuffs will hold a lot more than a simple tug." Francis said, and Arthur thought to himself, Yeah, I know, that's why you're going to get them off of me.
Francis cupped Arthur's crotch. "Excited, hm?" Francis asked, and Arthur averted his gaze, unable to make another excuse.
Francis suddenly sat up straight, and his gaze turned to the door. Francis frowned, but turned back to Arthur's reddened face and vulnerable position; and his mood lifted once more. Francis leaned in to give Arthur another quick kiss, and then stood up.
"Sincerest apologies, mon cheri, but duty calls... Don't worry, I'll be back eventually..." Francis assured, but it seemed more like he was comforting himself rather than Arthur.
Francis turned and grabbed his coat, flinging it around himself and putting his worn yet surprisingly clean hat onto his head. He grasped the doorknob, looking once more at Arthur, and said, "I'd say sit tight, but..."
"Sh-Shut up, you bloody..." Arthur began, but Francis was already out the door; shutting it behind him.
Well, at least there aren't any more distractions at the moment... Arthur thought, and began working out a plan of escape as he silently refused any thought regarding his current riptide of emotions.
A/N: Yes, this chapter is pretty short, but I'll try to make up for it by making the next chapter longer. And apologies if the translations are a bit off; I try to only use what I know, but I always check google translate and either of us could be wrong, so feel free to correct any mistakes in my translating. Thankies~
Translations:
Mon amour - my love
mon cheri - my sweetheart