~Night before Arthur leaves~

Francis had Arthur sitting between between his legs and was reading a book over his shoulder. He was reading To Kill a Mockingbird as of the request from their sons on the 'Things to do Before Dad goes to England' list. Francis wanted to have sex but Arthur would rather read the book. He was going to leave the country in two days and there were still somethings Arthur had to do before he left such as finish this book and meet his little brother. A silent sigh left his lips as he thought of what his brother could be he smart for his age? Was he small for his age? The questions still lingered in his mind. He already talked to Tino over the phone about the trial and stuff and he said that they aren't going to England to watch him on trial. A part of the conversation about that was still fresh in his mind.

"Why?"

"When Peter found out what happened, he had an emotional breakdown and cried saying he didn't want to see the man who was responsible for killing his mother or any of his biological family for that matter. I know you wanted to meet him before you left but right now is just not a good time."

"...I understand."

The British man could understand why they aren't going to watch the trial and he wasn't going to convince them to go. His eyebrows furrowed as he was thinking too much again. Francis kissed his neck and smiled.

"I sense tension in your body mon cher. What is the matter?" Arthur put the book down and sighed as he leaned more into Francis' body. He traced circles on his chest and closed his eyes.

"Just this going back to England. I'm nervous, I didn't have the best reputation there and I'm just thinking about what everyone's going to say." Francis held him and kissed his forehead.

"They'll be too focused on you speaking out about against your father to care about your past."

"Francis, it's not just my father who's on trial. There's also the men I was forced to sleep with for rape of a minor. I have to face them, even the one who bought me my first beer. I'm so scared and I feel so anxious I don't know what to do with myself anymore." Arthur started to hyperventilate as the memories from growing up in his father's house came back full circle. He put his hands in his blond hair and tugged on it tightly as he began to rock back and forth. Francis saw how his lover was getting and removed his hands from his hair.

"Listen to me Arthur, you will do fine. You're bringing that man to justice. For letting those men rape you, for raping you himself, beating you and your brothers and killing your mother. Just think about it. All that's going to do is help you reach closure. Please don't freak out about it. Keep it all in mind." Arthur calmed down and tears slid out of his eyes as he hugged his husband who immediately hugged back. All was silent between them until Arthur asked a question,

"Francis, why do you love me? I'm a screw-up, I used to be a whore, I've treated you and the boys badly, I had a drinking problem that was getting out of hand, I even lied to you about my past and you still love me. Why?" Francis kissed Arthur's lips passionately and Arthur wasted no time in kissing him back with the same passion. When they broke apart for air, Francis smiled and gently caressed his cheek with a finger.

"I love you because you're you. It doesn't matter what your past was like. Look, you heard my dark unsavoury past and I heard yours right?"

"Yea…"

"We took those vows for better or worst twice and I will take that vow a third time to prove my point that no matter what, I will always love you." With each word he said, Francis placed a kiss on his husband's face. Arthur giggled and pulled away from him with a small smile on his lips.

"I love you, Francis Bonnefoy."

"And I you, Arthur Kirkland." They kissed again and Arthur crawled in his lap. Francis wrapped his arms around Arthur's slender waist as he deepened the kiss. Soon the two broke apart for air and Arthur laid his head down on his chest and started to trace circles around the parts to his chest that were starting to get hair.

"You're getting chest hair again." The bushy eyebrowed man whispered with a soft laugh. Francis chuckled and stroked his fingers through Arthur's hair.

"I love you too." Arthur smiled and placed open mouth kisses on his chest and eventually pecked Francis on the lips. He cuddled more into his husband's loving embrace. Warmth. That's all he felt. That sweet warmth that had been missing from most of his life and he had because of his one true love. Soon that warmth would be taken away and replaced with the cold he learned to live with all his life. Soon, no happy thoughts. Only depressing thoughts and traumatizing memories resurfacing. He frowned and hugged his love tight.

"Francis... if I end up having a relapse, just keep it in mind that I love you and the boys and whatever nasty things I say, I don't mean a word." He got no response and looked at the Frenchman in question to find that he had fallen asleep. His eyes narrowed and he quietly growled.

"You bloody wanker!" He cursed as he fell asleep, safe and sound in his husband's arms, while fuming over the fact that Francis didn't hear a word he said.

~The next morning~

Morning rays of the sun came in through the window as it was early in the morning. The birds were chirping and flying around as usual. Everything was quiet in the house hold until the alarm went off. Arthur groaned as he reached his hand over and banged the snooze button. Today was the day he left Heaven to go back to Hell. The place where his drinking problems started, the place where no one barely showed him any sort of kindness, the place where his demons live. He tried to get out of his husband's protective embrace but Francis was holding onto him like if he let go then Arthur would leave and never come back. A fond grin found its way to the Brit's face and he pressed a gentle kiss on the soft lips he grew to love.

"Wake up, Francis. I have to start getting ready." Francis groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around him tighter. A soft chuckled escaped Arthur's lips and he started to kiss his neck. Francis slightly moaned and loosened his grip enough for Arthur to slip out of his arms and go to the bathroom. The Frenchman frowned and got out of bed to follow Arthur. When he got to the bathroom, his lover was laying in the bathtub. He smirked and took his underwear off as he walked up to the tub.

"Mind if I get in with you?" Arthur jumped slightly and looked at Francis. His first immediate reaction was to blush a very deep red. His second,

"What the bloody hell?!" Francis chuckled and got in with him anyways. Everything, except for the sound of moving water in the bathtub, was silent between them until Arthur asked,

"Why are you acting so strange?"

"How am I acting strange?"

"Holding onto me like I was going to disappear, trying to have sex last night, and getting in the tub with me like you're expecting morning bathtub sex." Francis slightly gulped and looked the other way. Arthur harshly glared at him.

"You were expecting it, weren't you?"

"...Oui." Arthur's facial expression softened. He knew his husband like the back of his hand and Francis was practically a sex fiend and when there were opportunities stairing him in the face, he will go after them. He kind of felt bad not granting his husband's final request and so he got out of the tub and Francis looked at him.

"Arthur?"

"Get out of the tub." Francis looked at him with wary eyes as he got out of the tub and waited for Arthur to say something. Well, Arthur didn't say something, but he did something. He gently took Francis' soft cock in his hand and started to stroke it. Francis moaned loudly but Arthur quickly covered his mouth.

"Listen to me and listen to me good," Arthur whispered, "Alfred and Matthew are asleep and I don't want to wake them hearing our morning 'activities' so we have to keep quiet. Understand?" Francis nodded and Arthur stroked him a little harder and faster. Francis started to stroke Arthur and the other let out a quiet moan in response to his touch. They stroked each other before they were both fully hard. Francis started to lay Arthur on his back but the blond had another idea and wet his fingers and stuck one in the Frenchman's entrance. Francis bit his lip and looked at Arthur who was smirking as he thrusted the finger in and out.

"Did you really think I was getting on a plane with a limp and a sore arse?" He chuckled as he stuck in the second finger and searched for the spot that made Francis go crazy. His fingers grazed the spot and Francis arched his back and threw his head back with a moan, one that was loud but quiet at the same time. Arthur laid him down on the ground and continued to thrust his fingers in and out of him as he added the third finger and stretched him. When he decided his husband was ready, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his erection.

Arthur hissed as he slowly pushed in. Francis moaned and pushed himself down on Arthur's cock. Soon, once he was fully in, Arthur statred to slowly thrust in and out of him. Francis moaned and arched his back as Arthur hit his spot. Soon, Arthur came and Francis came too. As they were panting, Arthur pulled out and kissed him.

"I do apologize for being so quick and not pleasuring enough but I am on a pressed schedule and I don't want to be late." Then Arthur walked out leaving Francis in the bathroom to clean himself up while he got ready.

Hours later, Arthur arrived in England and, no surprise here, reporters started to swarm him as he kept walking. He ignored them mostly, not wanting to be bothered by them. The reporters followed him from getting off the plane at the airport to going to the hotel room. He heavily sighed as he loosened his tie and fell back on the bed. First day back home and people were excited to see him. For a moment he was happy but then he realized it was only because his father's trial. As he stared up at the ceiling, there was only one thought on his mind; his father. What if he were still the way he was? What if he had no remorse for killing his mother? What if he had no remorse for the terrible things he did? A heavy sigh left his lips. He had no idea what would happen but whatever happened, thats what it would be.

A small ringing sound from his phone came and Arthur checked it. It was Francis calling him. With a small smile he pressed the button and turned on speaker.

"Hello Francis!"

"Arthur thank God! Did you make it safe? Are you in the hotel? Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine and I made it here alright. How are you?"

"After you left I had to hide myself in the bedroom to take care of a little "problem" I was having..." Arthur tried his best not to laugh and he knew what his husband meant.

"Was I really that good at topping? I thought I wasn't that good since it was so quick!"

"It may have been quick but it was pleasurable." Arthur was blushing scarlet right now. How Francis was always this comfortable talking about these things was always beyond the Englishman. Over the phone Francis laughed at him.

"Aw, is mon petit amour flustered? Are you getting an erection just thinking about it?" Truth be told, though Arthur doesn't want to admit it, blood was rushing to his penis and he couldn't stop it. More silence and Francis chuckled.

"I will take that as yes. Now listen to me and do exactly as I say. I want you to strip naked for me and to start pleasuring yourself." Arthur did as he said and shed himself of his suit which had started to grow uncomfortable to him and looked at his half-hard erection. He blushed. He couldn't believe he was about to have phone sex in a hotel room!

"I don't hear you mon amour~ Either you didnt start or you're trying to hide your wonderful sounds from me." Arthur lowly growled as he started to pump himself. Tiny moans of pleasure escaped his lips and he went a little bit faster. A laugh was heard from the phone.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself mon cher~ Now, imagine me there with you, touching you. Kissing you. Caressing your gentle skin." A loud moan came from the blond's mouth as he imagined it. His body now started to heat up as if it were on fire. He pumped himself faster and threw his head back as his eyes automatically closed without him knowing and he imagined Francis was actually here with him doing those things to him.

"So you are imagining it... Now, imagine me having my mouth on your hard erection, swirling my tongue around the tip, taking all of you in. Imagine that wonderful heat~" Imagining everything and his fantasy being so real Arthur fell back on the bed and moaned louder. He bucked his hips into his hand which he imagined as his mouth. That wonderful heat he loved so much. It felt so good. His climax was coming on and he could feel it. So much closer. He was so much closer to release and-

"Arthur don't cum!" Francis barked. Arthur stopped and panted and looked at his phone in disbelief.

"What?"

"I know what you were about to do and no, you cannot finish before me!"

"Wait... finish before y- Are you doing it too you perverted frog?!" A chuckle was heard.

"Oui~ You're sounds are too arousing and hypnotic, I couldn't help myself. Now, I want you to imagine me preparing you~ So wet your fingers and do that for me. And remember, I want to hear you." Arthur slicked up three of his fingers and once he decided they were wet enough, he placed one at his entrance and placed it inside. He moaned and gripped the bedsheets tight as he thrusted his finger in and outside of him. He heard Francis moaning on the other end of the phone, no doubt enjoying this as much as he was.

"Now, I want you to imagine me entering you nice and slow~" Arthur imagined it and he moaned loudly with his breath hitching and his back arching. He thrusted his finger faster as he added a second and third. He moaned loudly when he ended up grazing his sweet spot. He said Francis' name and started to pump himself again. He could tell Francis was loving this by the way he was moaning and his breaths were becoming quicker and more ragged. After a short while, Arthur was about to release again but he held back for Francis.

"Arthur~ Mon cher, I'm going to cum!"

"Me too... Ah~" Arthur was going to cum and he wanted to release so badly but he had to wait for his husband's word. His back arched off the bed as if he were being exorcised or being possessed by some demon as he pumped himself faster and moaned his husband's name. It was too much. His body was too hot from the pleasure, he couldn't hold it back anymore. With a loud moan he came and his seed stained the sheets of his bed. As he panted he heard Francis moaning on the other end of the phone and picked it up and turned speaker off and put it to his ear.

"Did you enjoy that, love?"

"Oui. You make such beautiful and addictive sounds~" Francis started to break up and that's when Arthur rememebred his phone didn't have good international coverage.

"Francis, you're starting to break up, I have to turn my phone off!"

"Of course mon cher! Je t'aime!"

"I love you too!" And then, just like that, the call automatically dropped. Arthur looked at his phone and set it aside as he walked to the bathroom and got in the shower to wash away the semen and stress. Everything would go right at the trial. His dad would be put away forever and he can finally move on from the past and move on to his future.

Me: I'm sorry if its rushed and short but I wanted to get this chapter out already. So, as of right now, Bringing Papa Home is on a bit of a hiatus. The reason being the chapters have kind of been getting crappy and a little predictable and I have some other stories in the making and I wanna use the month of August and possibly some of September to sort of find the time to finish them so BPH can be my main focus again. It may take longer but during hiatus, if some time is found, I might even write chapter 31 one up during hiatus which, keep in mind, should come in September (most likely the day I first published the story) if not somewhere early October. Anyways, sorry if the chapter sucked! If you liked then please favorite, review, or follow! This is Janae A.K.A. OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D