It was a week later when Arthur was sitting outside of the office of his next job interview. He was constantly bothered by Yao to take a look at this job opportunity. The job was for an assistant for Russian business mogul; Ivan Braginski. In the ad it was said that he needed a skilled individual who was able to schedule meetings well and keep up with his business. The job was supposed to pay $35,000 a week which was a good start for him. He was nervous beyond compare because this was his first interview in months. After the failed interview at Norwegian & Icelandic Publishing, he was praying for a miracle.

Soon enough he was called in and he walked to the office. When he went in the office was colored some sort of shade of white and there were paintings on the walls. The furniture in the office were two chairs both made of mahogany and the desk was made out of the same materials the chairs were made of and behind the desk was a black office chair and the back was facing him. He expected the boss to be in the chair and took a deep breath before stepping a little closer and clearing his throat.

"Excuse me sir, I'm here about the job offer." The chair turned and sitting in the chair was a man with beige (kind of close to white now that he looked at it) colored hair and violet eyes wearing a black suit. Arthur felt a little intimidated by this man but he stayed where he was. The man looked him up and down, Arthur couldn't help but feel as if he were a piece of meat and the man before him was a vicious stray who was ready to fight some other strays for him. After what seemed like a decade passed by, the man smiled and actually said something.

"Hello! I'm Ivan Braginski, won't you please sit down so we may start?" Arthur immediately obeyed. Ivan smirked a little before getting up and walking behind him.

"I take it you are here for job, da?" Arthur took a moment to gulp before answering.

"Yes sir." For a silent moment, Arthur could have sworn he heard the smirk that crossed the Russian's face. Ivan went back to his desk and took a look at his copy of Arthur's resume.

It was still silent in the room and though Arthur looked calm and collected, the silence was driving him mad. The silence was almost deafening to the ears as he continued to sit through his internal insanity. He was going to burst at any given moment if nothing happened now. The room felt like it was growing hotter and hotter with each minute that ticked by. Arthur's heart seemed to pound louder and louder by the second and soon it became harder and harder for him to breath as he felt like he was being suffocated and the thing suffocating him was the nervousness surrounding him. Ivan let out what sounded like some sort of impressed sigh and put the paper down. While Arthur was relieved he also felt a sense of judgment wave over him as violet eyes started to stare into his soul as if they could see his very core.

Arthur felt like he wanted to say something but feared that if he did then he could kiss both his ass and a great opportunity goodbye. Violet eyes continued to stare as Arthur tried to stay calm. This almost felt as if he were in England again and a client was looking him up and down before he entered his tight ass. No! Arthur thought, I can't think about that! Everything that is in the past is in the past. The tension in the room was broken by the door opening. The two men turned around to see a girl with platinum blond hair with a ribbon on top and violet eyes wearing a dark blue coat going a little past her knees and white stockings with black boots enter the room carrying a book bag with her. Ivan smiled and got up as he hugged the girl.

"Natalya! How is my darling little sister doing?"

"I just got out of school big brother!" Natalya hugged back and then she took a look at Arthur. "Hello Mr. Kirkland."

"You know him?"

"His son, Alfred, goes to school with me. What are you doing here?"

"Nat, Mr. Kirkland is applying for a job as my assistant and he is my last interview of the day. Why don't you go wait for me in the break room, da?" Natalya nodded and walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Ivan sighed and went back to the office chair.

"I'm sorry for distraction. That was my little sister. She didn't bother you did she?"

"Oh no, not at all! I have two boys of my own so I know what its like to do something important and get interrupted by the little one." Ivan gently smiled.

"I read over your résumé and it says that you have been fired from countless jobs because you came in with hangovers and never really showed up too much."

"Yes. But that was of my irresponsibility sir. I never took those jobs too seriously but I can say with the up most confidence that none of that will happen if I am hired here." Ivan put the paper down and looked at Arthur, the gentle smile once on his face now gone and a serious look was plastered on his face. The expression on his face told Arthur that he'd heard this line a thousand times before and ended up disappointed every time.

"Tell me this; why do you think I should hire you?"

"I know that looking at my résumé you are thinking that I shouldn't be hired but I have no other job offers to look at because everyone else either doesn't want a recovering alcoholic like me 'tarnishing' their business or I'm to over-qualified or under-qualified for this job. On top of that I have two sons who are counting on me not to lose our home and their father helps me out by sending part of his paycheck but it only helps so much and I can't deal with it any longer! If you won't hire me for my work ethic and my determined stature to find a job then at least think of my boys."

With the last sentence in, Arthur left the office without another word. As soon as he got to his car he started to cry. He thought about his boys and how their faces would look like if they found out that he couldn't find a job so he could pay off all the bills in order to keep their home. How could he face his sons now? Especially after fucking up this interview. He was about to drive off when his phone rang. On the screen was a picture of Alfred and Matthew from this past summer and the name flashing on the screen was Alfred's. Part of the Englishman wanted to ignore the call but, knowing Alfred, he would keep calling until he picked up. For a minute or two he calmed himself down as he answered.

"Hey Dad!"

"What are you calling me for Alfred? Is there anything you or Matthew needed from the house?"

"N-no but I had to ask two questions."

"What are they?"

"Is it true that you were in a job interview with Natalya's older brother?"

"She told you?!"

"We've been friends for a while Dad. She has my number." Alfred said in an as-a-matter-of-fact like tone.

"What was the other thing you needed to ask me Alfred?" There was a long pause on the other end of the line and then a heavy sigh was heard.

"Are you abandoning us again?" Arthur's breath hitched. He knew of his son's abandonment and trust issues ever since that one time. Arthur started to get flashbacks of those three months. During those months away from them Arthur had gone into a deep depression and drank a lot. In the depression he drank and looked at every picture of him, Francis, and the boys. Back then he felt like all the happiness was taken from him and felt that the boys would be better off being raised by someone else and not him.

"Dad?"

"I'm sorry, spaced out for a minute. I'm not abandoning you, I just think that it is a good idea for you both to stay with your father for a while to make up for lost time. That's all. Listen, how about I come over for dinner at Papa's house tomorrow night and all four of us can have a family dinner like we used to, ya?"

"Sure Dad." The line went dead after the sentence and Arthur felt heavy in the heart. He didn't want to tell Alfred the truth behind everything. It wasn't that he thought Alfred wouldn't be able to handle the knowledge or anything of the sort is was that he thought that Alfred would doubt him and then he'd go right back to drinking. Then he started to think about what he said to Alfred. Dinner at his husband's house. That was going to be pure hell, especially now that he's with Yao.

The first moment they got together that was the first thing Arthur thought over again and again. He tried to figure out a way to tell them but he knew that they would pretend to be happy with everything for his sake but what about Francis? Chances are he's still head over heels in love with him. While Arthur can ignore the feelings of his husband, he also wondered about his own feelings. He liked Yao but he loved Francis and when the time came he would have to choose who his heart would be with for eternity.

For Francis, the night came sooner than expected. When he heard from Alfred that Arthur was coming over for dinner tonight he got nervous. It felt awkward to have a family dinner like the old days because of how things have been recently. Back then, even though their relationship was getting rocky, they still loved each other to bits but now that they actually separated everything confused him. Francis still loved Arthur to death but he was convinced that Arthur didn't love him anymore. Who could blame him? After being betrayed by the one you love most, how could anyone still be in love with that person?

A knock at the door brought Francis out of his thoughts and his nerves coming back. He went to the door and when he opened it he was surprised to see Francois standing there holding a bottle of wine. The other Frenchman wasn't really dressed up for anything. He was wearing a white button-up and a pair of jeans. Francois chucked the bottle of wine at Francis.

"It's a bottle of wine idiot. It was sitting in my wine cabinet and I wasn't going to drink it anytime soon so I thought that you'd want it." With that, Francois left. Francis wanted to say something but then he closed his mouth when his mind wouldn't let him say the words. It was so out-of-character for his grumpy downstairs neighbor. He went back into his apartment and put the wine on a counter and stared at it. He was wary of the wine and silently wondered if it were poisoned. Other than his anger issues, Francis didn't really know anything about the guy who looked like him.

Alfred walked into the room and saw his father staring at the bottle. It was weird to see his papa staring at a bottle of wine. Hell, there were times when he was younger and Arthur would always tell him and Matthew about the "Flying Mint Bunny." Something in him wanted to know but at the same time it was also one of those things you don't think you want to know. Without even thinking about what he was about to say or do, Alfred said something.

"Papa?" Francis turned around and put the bottle away.

"Ah, Alfred, what did you need?"

"I wanted to know if Dad got here but he's not. Why were you staring at the bottle of wine?"

"Francois brought it up and gave it to me. I'm worried that it may be poisoned so I'll save it for your Uncle Toni next time he barges into the apartment unannounced." The Frenchman joked as there was another knock at the door. Alfred answered the door and behind it was Arthur holding a basket of scones. A warm smiled graced the older man's face as he saw his son again. It had been so long since they'd seen each other that Arthur almost forgot what he looked like.

"Hi Alfred." The teen didn't have any words as he hugged his father. We're not getting abandoned after all... Alfred thought as a lone tear of happiness left his eye. When he finally let go, Matthew came into the living room and smiled when he saw his father. Arthur gathered him into a hug like Alfred had done to him. They stayed liked that for a few minutes before Francis came into the room and saw what was happening. He couldn't help but smiled as he felt something he had long forgotten about. It was a feeling that everything was finally okay and he could look forward to the future without worrying about what will happen tomorrow. He snapped out of the thought and the smile stayed on his face when he walked over to his family.

"What about Papa?" Arthur looked over to the source of the noise to see Francis walking in with a smile on his face. He rolled his eyes and gave the taller man a hug and placed his scones on the table. Alfred and Matthew looked to each other and hugged thinking that this was going to be their last night alive. Everyone went to the kitchen and had a family dinner like the good old days. Francis sat at one end of the table, Arthur sat at the other, Alfred and Matthew sat across from each other and, for once, family dinner was the way Matthew remembered it.

Francis was his old "touchy" self, Alfred was talking about some party he got invited to and was talking Francis into giving him a lift, Arthur was complaining about all the traffic he got into today while doing his errands. He felt like he was finally at peace. All the troubles were finally over and now he could be at peace. To be able to see his family like this again was truly a dream come true. Ever since Papa left it was always a wish for them to once again be together like this just forgetting all the troubles of the past day or years and just live in the moment of being a family.

Arthur lifted his fork and gently tapped it to his glass of wine. Everyone looked at him as he raise his glass high and stood up.

"I'd like to make a toast to us as a family. We may have been broken in the past and fought with each other one way or another and have had many problems in the past, we managed to make it out very well. Looking at the four of us here together I feel like I can proudly say that the decade of strife and crying and drama we have endured doesn't matter one bit. We're not a traditional family but we still love care about one another very much and that's what matters. I know toast to us. Here's to us, the most screwed up family on Earth!"

"To the most screwed up family on Earth!" Everyone chorused as they clanked their glasses of wine and soda in unison. After dinner the boys had gone to bed to be out of the adults way and let Arthur and Francis have some alone time for themselves. They were on the couch when Arthur yawned. Francis looked at the time and realized how late it got.

"Tired mon amour?" Arthur looked up when he heard the familiar words of his love.

"Yea."

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

"No. You were drinking as much as I was tonight and I wouldn't want us to get in an accident nor would I want you to get a DUI. I'm just going to sleep here tonight."

"Ok. You can sleep on the couch. I'll get you a pillow and blanket." Francis left then came back with a blanket and pillow. Arthur took them and muttered a quiet thank you before he started to make a little bed for himself on the couch.

"If you need anything, mon cher, my room is at the end of the hall." The blond said before he went to his bedroom. A perfect chance to get Arthur in his bed and really make it feel like the old days and he blew it over. But then again Arthur would have declined if he said anything. He sat up in the bed with his arms behind his head because he couldn't sleep when his door opened and in the room came Arthur.

"Mon cher? What do you need?" He didn't answer as he got on the bed and sat in Francis' lap.

"I need you." Arthur said as he kissed him. Francis knew he should have turned him away but it had been so long since he felt the other's lips on his own and he had missed the feeling of his soft lips upon his. Francis ran his tongue on Arthur's bottom lip, asking for entry. Arthur opened his mouth and moaned into the kiss and tangled his hands in the Frenchman's hair.

Francis growled as he put his hands under Arthur's shirt and lifted it over his head as he started to play with his nipples. Arthur moaned as one hand was playing with his nipple and a warm tongue was playing with the other. He panted as he quickly got hot all over and felt like he was going to overheat or melt. It had been a long time since he felt like this. The thing he was feeling was pleasure. True pleasure. The kind of pleasure one feels when having sex with the one who truly loves them and knows what makes them go crazy with pleasure. Francis bit down on his nipple and that made Arthur moan and throw his head back, exposing more of his already sweaty flesh.

"More... I want... more..." Francis gently laid him on the bed and kissed his way down his stomach and kissed around the area that needed his full attention. He teased and slowly pulled down his lover's pants and underwear and Arthur's erection shot up when it was released from its confines. A lustful smile crossed his face as he looked from the cock, which was starting to twitch from anticipation, to the owner of it.

"Shall I mon cher?" Arthur shook his head and sat up as one hand traveled to his husband's own crotch and started to slowly rub.

"No, let me do it this time. Let me take care of you, love~" Francis tried to bite back a moan as the hand continued to rub faster. The British man's other hand pulled down the front and saw the bulge forming from the underwear. He smirked as he looked up.

"You like this, don't you dirty frog? Lay back for me." Immediately the order was obeyed and Francis laid back. His pants and underwear came off and his own cock sprang up, already dripping with precum. Arthur dipped his head down and gave a little lick to the head and the response that was given was a lust-filled moan. He sucked on the head and it made Francis go crazy with pleasure. A hand managed to tangle itself in his messy blond hair and guide it lower. Arthur gladly took in the shaft and deep-throated it.

"Ah... yes mon amour..." Francis moaned as he was in the sensation that was his lover's mouth. Suddenly, Arthur stopped. Francis sat up, as well as taking his hand out of his hair, and looked at Arthur. He smiled and used his fingers to lay Francis back down.

"You, sir, can take a rest for now. I'm doing all the work tonight but that doesn't mean you can't miss out on something I wanted to try with you."

The confused blond wanted to say something but Arthur's ass was in his face and the warm mouth was back on his shaft. Francis moaned Arthur's name as he started to lick around Arthur's butthole. The circular movement of his tongue made the man giving him a blowjob this way moan, sending the vibrations to his cock. Francis started to dart his tongue in and out of the tight entrance. Arthur stopped bobbing his head and lifted it up so that he could loudly moan his husband's name as the wet muscle came in and out of his entrance. Soon enough Francis stopped and replaced his tongue with one of his fingers. Then the second. Then the third.

Arthur screamed when he felt the fingers enter his tight string of muscles. It had been so long since he felt the sensation of his husband's skilled ways in the art of sex and it was starting to send him over the edge. In and out. In and out. The fingers were coming out of his and coming back in as quickly. Soon, Francis had lightly scraped over that one spot and that made Arthur scream in pleasure. That was all he needed to let him know that he got the right place that made Arthur like putty in his hands. Over and over again he lightly kept scraping the spot and Arthur kept screaming his name.

"F-Francis... I-I'm about t-to...!" Just like that, Arthur came on his husband's chest. Heavily panting, he took his husband's fingers out of his entrance and moved down to the Frenchman's cock. He rubbed it a few times before he lifted himself over it. Rubbing his ass around the cock, Arthur started to slowly impale himself on it. Once he was fully on he stopped to take a breath and then he started to move his hips. Francis moaned and placed his hands on his husband's hips to help him move faster.

"Ah... flips me over, I want you pounding into my ass!" Francis complied and flipped them over and started to thrust into Arthur. The bed creaked with their movements and they were sure they were keeping up the boys, as well as the other residents of the apartment, up with their racket but they didn't care. This was their moment. Arthur gripped the sheets and arched his back off the bed. This was all good but he wanted more. He wanted more of the man on top of him.

"Faster... Deeper..." The uke feverishly moaned. Francis did as he was asked and thrust deeper and and faster. In between the thrusts, Francis hit Arthur's prostate once again and drove his husband wild with lust. He kept thrusting like there was nothing else to lose until he was getting closer and closer to his release. Within ten more minutes they both came at the same time. Francis tiredly thrust three more times until he pulled out and laid down next to Arthur. He gathered the sweaty man in his arms and kissed his lips. There was silence surrounding them until Arthur said something.

"I'm sorry if this will mess you up at work tomorrow." Francis was caught off guard for a minute and then smiled.

"It is nothing mon cher. I don't have work tomorrow. Now go to sleep." Arthur tiredly smiled and closed his eyes and fell asleep. As he drifted off to sleep all he could think about how good it felt to be on the bottom again and the satisfaction of having the best sex with his husband. Even if they weren't really together, this was something he loved and one of the things he missed about Francis. Maybe I still love him... He thought but that wasn't it. This feeling, it was only lust. That was it. Nothing but lust.

Me: Here is chapter 19! Yea... I don't know how it ended with a lemon but it did. Take it as a little punishment on my end for not uploading this chapter on Friday like I planned to and, hopefully, I made all you little Frukers happy with the lemon. Speaking of the lemon, how many of you liked it? Its my first time ever uploading a lemon on here so I am kind of nervous to what the response will be like. Also, I should have chapter 20 up in a few days because I already started a little bit of it and, if I keep writing every ngiht when I have nothing to do, then I should have it uploaded in a few days. Anyways, if you liked then please review, favorite, or follow! This is Janae A.K.A. OrgyMemberXVII singing off! Bye :D