Listen to Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush for feels. xx

Sexual scenes .. if you don't like don't read. (Actually its really sensual)

Francis kissed Hindley and stroked his hair gently as he cried in his arms. This was not what he was expecting, but it seemed he was ready to open up. He was broken, and so very upset because of everything that had happened with Alice. Suddenly Francis seemed to be the only person in the world who understood. For once he allowed the Frenchman to hold him and comfort him and be in control, something he hadn't allowed at all up until that moment. In his mind, being in control was his way of coping with everything. He was Lord Kirkland, he had to be the one in charge, not this weak crying boy he'd become, except… it was wonderful to have someone there who actually cared about him.

"I never really understood it Hindley…" Francis whispered "Je suis Desole… je suis Desole…" he repeated a couple of more times.

"Well I haven't made it easy for you that's for sure." Sniffed Hindley. "That's the first and only time I have ever told anyone how it was, how I felt when she died… "

"Nobody was there for you were they?" Francis asked as he continued to hold him and comfort him.

"Francis…" Hindley uttered softly "You've shown me how life can be different… better… you've freed my soul… do you know that?" He said as he clung to him "That it's really alright… in fact beautiful to love a man, that I don't have to be in control all the time… and you even let me cry and didn't mock me…" he continued. "Even put up with my fits of anger…"

"It's alright Mon Cher, I understand. You were there for me when I grieved for Arthur… and you helped me when your horse nearly killed me…" Francis replied. He pulled back so he could look into Hindley's eyes. He wasn't this angry or dangerous man he'd imagined him to be, but a man who was broken, someone who needed to be loved, not despised.

"Hindley… you don't have to be in control all the time…" Francis whispered. "In fact I think you should let me be in control… just for a little while…" he said gently as he kissed him. "Let's go to bed, I want to love you tonight, and you're going to let me." He said as he took his hand, helping him stand up. "Come on…" he said with a gentle smile. He led his lover upstairs to the bedroom. Hindley locked the door as usual, but this time it was Francis who closed the curtains and then moved behind him, kissing his neck softly. Hindley started to try to move and take control again but Francis stopped him. "No… you relax.. .let me love you…" he said firmly.

"But.." Hindley started to say, but Francis kissed him to shush him.

"Let me love you Hindley…" He moaned and kissed his neck again, sending shivers down his spine. "Mon Angleterre… " mumbled Francis sensually "Mon Cher… Mon Petit lapin…" he uttered, as he placed little kisses on his neck and nibbled his ear a little. He slowly removed his jacket and then started to undo his waistcoat, and this time Hindley let him do it, just let him be in control, and he actually liked it. He relaxed into Francis' expert touch, realising that this was what he needed. Francis undid his tie and pulled it round and off, throwing it over the other side of the room. "Je t'aime mon petit chaton Anglais…" Francis mumbled as he continued to kiss his neck, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly, then kissing his way down to his left shoulder as he took the shirt off him slowly.

"Ohhh… Francis…." Groaned Hindley feeling quite aroused by this.

"Hush Mon Angleterre…" Francis whispered as he sensually undressed him, kissing his way down his body leaving little hickeys here and there. He removed Hindley's boots and his britches and then he was completely naked. "Vous etes tres excite n-etes vous pas..." whispered Francis. Hindley had no idea what he was saying but it sounded sexy when he said it.

"You don't have to be dominant every time we make love…" Francis said "Sometimes you need to be loved too… do you understand?"

"Yes…" Hindley replied with short breaths as he watched Francis undress. He was definitely better dressed as a man, and Hindley couldn't help gazing at his well toned body in the soft light of the room. "You're so beautiful…" He sighed, overcome with lust.

Francis smiled and winked at him as he removed the rest of his clothes, revealing how aroused he was. Hindley gulped as he saw the size of him. Francis crawled his way up the bed and over Hindley's waiting body, kissing his way from his stomach, up to his neck before claiming his mouth in a deep French kiss. "It's called French kissing for a reason…" Francis mumbled as Hindley gave little groans of satisfaction. His lover then started to stroke the inside of his thigh to excite him even more and then moved beside him, moving him to lay on his front, before preparing him. Hindley was usually the one who would do this, so he was apprehensive and didn't know what to expect but he let Francis do it for once, they both needed to do it this way, even if it was just this once. Soon Hindley felt Francis enter him, but he wasn't rough, not in any way shape or form, he was firm, he was sensual and he knew how to make love to a man without causing him pain. He thrust long and deep and held it there for a few seconds. It was a wonderful sensation and Hindley gasped with pleasure, it felt divine. "Ohhh God!" He uttered, his body primed for this, he gripped the bed sheets, the sensations pulsing through his body, and it wasn't painful. He wondered if he'd been doing everything wrong when he made love to Francis . This was amazing, and he realised he should have let the Frenchman do this before, because he was an expert.

"Mon Cher… tu est la vague…." Mumbled Francis, as he withdrew a little then thrust hard and deep again, slowly and sensually. "Irresoule…" he groaned.

Hindley once again had no idea what he was saying but those words sent shivers down his spine and made him feel amazing.

"Tu est mon ile nue…" he continued, and did it again, sensual thrusting, not rough hard lovemaking, but an experience to be treasured.

"How are you doing this?" Gasped Hindley as waves of pleasure swept over him with every thrust. "You're amazing… Francis…" he moaned, "How do you…? Aaaahhh…" he hissed as Francis once again sensually thrust into him, then again and again. He felt his expert hand move round to relieve him, and he did that so well, just gentle movements. "Viens pour moi Mon Cher…" Francis hissed in his ear "Viens pour moi…"

Hindley felt his entire body shaking and he gripped the sheets, his head buried in the pillows as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed him and Francis' expert touch brought him to orgasm.

"I'm…c..coming…" he choked, and released himself. Francis thrust deep and reached his climax at the same time, this time inside of his lover, not the other way around. This time it was Hindley who wept in ecstacy, it was Lord Kirkland who was reduced to a quivering wreck. Francis waited till he was spent before withdrawing and taking his lover in his arms.

"Je t'aime…" he uttered.. "That's how its supposed to be done…" he whispered.

"That was incredible…" Hindley sighed as Francis held him. "I've been doing it wrong all this time…." He moaned. "How did you do that?" He asked, his voice going higher. Francis hugged him so he would remain calm. "I have wanted to for some time but you wouldn't let me…" he replied. "You've only ever made love to me… you wouldn't let me love you." He whispered. "But I really know what I'm doing… "

"Yes…y…you do…" Hindley replied realising how inexperienced he really was. "You'll have to do that to me again… " he sighed. "What an experience…"

"You have told me I am the most loved…" Francis said as he held him close to his chest "But right now you are the most loved…" he whispered. "Now… you rest and let me hold you tonight…"