4. Blow Job

AU: Magical Strike

Arthur Kirkland liked his work. He was the secretary of the head of the Jones Company and basically the one who took care of the money of said business.

It paid well too, so it was a bonus.

The people working there were a nice bunch. Some of them had been here since the Jones Family got the firm, and that had been ten years ago.

Arthur had been working here for almost a year now. Some of his co-workers were a little (a lot) jealous because he rose to one of the most important jobs very quickly.

Well, that's what he got for actually working hard, be responsible, and dating the Company's leader.

Although, his boyfriend was a bit childish and idiotic at times – those were some of the traits that completed him and made Arthur start to fall for him – and made him wonder how he managed to run the Corporation so well.

But, now, as he got on his knees in front of the chair where his boss was seated, he remembered.

The man was greedy and always succeeded to talk his way out of things or to get what he wanted – which was why Arthur was doing this. His lover was smart, very smart.

All the more reason for Arthur to fall for the bloody git! He was a greedy and cunning bastard himself.

And, thus, he found himself giving a below the belt job to him, in his bloody office.

"Alfred, if someone catches us doing this, you'll be sleeping in one of the guest rooms until further notice." He growled as he undid the button and zipper of Alfred's trousers.

The American chuckled and took Arthur's glasses from the tip of his nose and placed them on the wood desk in front of him, "No one will come, babe, now go on."

The Brit frowned at the nickname and hastily pulled at the other's clothes so that he could get this done. Damn Alfred and his still teen hormones, how he got this job at such a young age was still a mystery to him, "Don't call me that."

Alfred smirked but said nothing as he ran his hands through Arthur's blond hair. He relaxed and sighed pleasantly in his chair as his lover's hands started stroking his cock.

The secretary huffed and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, they had to hurry up.

Alfred may be the leader of the Company, but, it would cause a ruckus with the media if anyone found out and told them what happened behind closed doors.

Their relationship wasn't a secret, however, they treated each other professionally at work – despite sometimes Alfred just swooping in and giving him a kiss and a hug or two, to which the Brit scolded him whilst blushing furiously and Alfred just laughed.

"A-Arthur...!" The American groaned as the Brit's mouth finally surrounded his cock. Arthur moved his tongue around it slowly and sensually. He pulled out until only the tip was inside and licked the pre-cum on it. The secretary hummed as he went down again, slowly and tantalizing; which resulted in a few groans from Alfred, making Arthur smirk.

His hair will definitely be more messed up than usual when this is over.

He moved one of his hands that had been stabilizing him and at the same time holding the American's hips down to give a few squeezes to the balls still trapped beneath his trousers and boxers. Arthur continued, doing his best to finish this quickly and it looked like he was doing great. Alfred was getting louder as the end approached, if he didn't lower his voice, someone would be bound to come see what's wrong...

And, karma was a bitch. As Arthur thought, someone knocked on the door.

Both widened their eyes and froze, but as they heard the handle rattle, Alfred forced his left hand down on Arthur's head making him swallow his lover's cock until it hit the back of his throat and he almost gagged, pushing his hands against the American's knees for him to let go, but Alfred gave a tug to his hair to warn him to be quiet and stop moving. Arthur exhaled through his nose, trying to keep his gag in check, lest something happened.

Alfred then grabbed the desk and pulled it so that Arthur was hidden underneath, and then the door opened.

Arthur wanted to scream, but it was a bit impossible as his mouth was full. He glared at Alfred from beneath the table and silently cursed whoever entered the office at this time. It was decided, though, Alfred would sleep on a guest bedroom.

"Alfred, mon ami~" Oh no, not him! But, of course, it had to be him. Francis Bonnefoy was certainly Arthur's worst nightmare. The slimy frog had horrible timing, as always. What the fuck did he want now?!

The American coughed and cleared his throat as he put on his serious face, "What is it?" Alfred was a great actor, Arthur would give him that, he was the only person he knew that could put on a serious/business-like face while having someone give a blow job to him.

"Just passing by to say a few things..." The Frenchman smiled walking closer to the desk with a hand behind his back.

Alfred watched him suspiciously, "Say them, then. I don't have all day." He stated curtly grabbing a pen and pretending to look over some papers, which wasn't easy as he could feel Arthur's mouth around him – and he also could practically feel his lover's glare through the wooden table. Wow, he was pissed.

"Firstly, I passed here to ask if you were doing well and your petit lapin with huge eyebrows too, I haven't seen him yet, though."

The American clenched his teeth as he felt Arthur lightly bite him, the Brit was beyond pissed now, "I'm fine, Francis. Arthur is too, you haven't seen him because I sent him to do a little job." He replied with a strained voice.

"Oh, I see. Well, then, secondly, I'm here to warn you, there's going to be a..." He paused and took a megaphone from behind him, "Strike!" He yelled through it making both men wince and cringe at the sound.

Alfred glared at him, his hears still buzzing as he petted Arthur's head, thankful that even with the sudden noise, he didn't bite off his cock, "Get out." He commanded.

"Alright, alright... You should wipe that tattoo of your face and that purple lock of your hair, just an advice."

"Says the man that whenever there's a strike goes outside in a pink dress like some kind of magical girl; the dress doesn't even suit you."

The Frenchman laughed, "It would suit petit lapin better, wouldn't it?" He smirked.

Alfred narrowed his eyes and paused for a moment to imagine it. Arthur definitely had the body for a dress, not Francis dress though.

"Shut up, Francis, get out."

"I'm going, I'm going... Au revoir~"

The door closed and for a few seconds there was only silence; which was interrupted by Alfred moaning because Arthur started to bob his head fast and sucking hard, intent on ending this.

The American groaned and moaned as Arthur used most of his dirty tricks to drive him crazy, he pushed the desk away, so he could have space to move more freely, both of his hands then gripped the Brit's hair. His abdomen tightened and his toes curled as he neared his end.

His hips bucked up as he finally came, Alfred moaned and relaxed back in the chair pleasantly spent. Arthur swallowed and licked his lover's cum, cleaning Alfred's cock. The American sighed satisfied, petting his lover's hair.

"Artie~" He breathed, running a hand through his own blond hair and cleaning his face that was a little damp with sweat, "Don't you need a lil' help now, too?" He inquired lazily as he zipped up his trousers.

The Brit stood up, put his glasses on again and cleaned his red and swollen lips with a tissue, "We don't have time for that now, it'll go away eventually." Even if it was a little uncomfortable, Arthur couldn't just waste time in making it go away, he would bet money that Francis was a little suspicious of the little job Alfred had actually sent him to do, "Also, you're forbidden to enter our bedroom until further notice." He glared at him crossing his arms.

"What?" Alfred pouted, eyebrows furrowed, "But, it's my house..."

"How many things do you see in my hand?" Arthur asked showing his right palm to Alfred.

The American raised an eyebrow confused and tilted his head to the side, "Zero."

"Exactly, dear, and that equals to the amounts of fucks I give. Guest bedroom for you."

Alfred gaped at him with his mouth open, staring at his back and slightly swaying of his hips as the Brit made his way to the door.

"Close your mouth, a fly might enter, love." And without even looking back, Arthur went out.

Alfred closed his mouth and pouted, still staring at the door.

I love Magical Strike AU, I wish there were more fanfictions of it. :o

Here's what I know about business in corporations: 0. Zero. Nada. Nothing

So, sorry. XD

I feel like France is always going to try and kind of cockblock them... Dunno, he just appears... XDD