I want to thank all my readers and reviewers that make this story possible. I hope that you stick with me until the end... of the story, of course ;) I don't want to be overdramatic.

Without further ado, here is the new chapter and cheers for many more.

That night, when he went to bed, his father performed the usual routine: he made sure that the window was closed and firmly locked and that there weren't any insects crawling up in his bed, which had been his worst nightmare ever since Arthur was a little boy, new to the Indian subcontinent. The teenager came out of his bathroom wearing nothing underneath his silk dressing gown, but making his father think he had his underwear on. It was a terribly hot night and Arthur wasn't about to suffocate to death between the sheets. Howard smiled at him and kissed the tip of his head. He was a head taller than his son, so it was easy "I love you, not so little cherry" he joked and they both chuckled.

"I love you, too, daddy" Arthur said before his father left and he let the dressing gown slid down his shoulders and on the floor. He got into the bed and there was something that aroused him of having his naked body in constant touch with the soft sheets. It was so erotic that, within seconds, his member was standing proud in all its glory. He looked down and bit his lip, considering what to do.

He remembered what Francis had done to him earlier and put his small hand around his member, feeling an instant shiver run through his body. He then started pumping, very slowly, up and down, feeling instant pleasure. He began to do it a little faster, remembering how good Francis' lips felt on his member, swallowing it down like a pro. The way his stubbly chin tickled his smooth balls as they tightened and...

"AH!" Arthur suddenly screamed as he came all over the sheets and his body. The orgasm had taken him by surprise and he was still shivering when his father came through the door with a worried expression on his face. Arthur turned around and instantly everything from his forehead down to his chest went a thousand shades of red. Howard's face reddened too and he looked to the other side, swallowing a lump in his throat upon seeing the sizeable tent that was forming in the sheets.

"I'm... very sorry, s-son" he said before disappearing behind the closed door and not giving Arthur time to explain, although there wasn't very much to explain. He felt his horrible embarrassment turn into amusement and he started to giggle first and then laugh loudly. On the other side of the door, a blushing Howard sporting an erection of his own in his beige slacks, began to hear his son's laughter and chuckled to himself as he made his way to the master bedroom to relieve himself and have some sleep.

The following morning Arthur was woken up by the birds singing at around seven and he sighed in delight at waking up feeling so delightfully well, after an intense orgasm the previous night, but then remembered what had happened when a certain someone had opened the door and seen him looking like a complete mess. He blushed as he made his way to the bathroom to have a relaxing bath before the entire household awoke.

He contemplated the possibility of doing that again, but it would be too much. He ought to be careful.

An hour later, he walked out of his room and was about to head downstairs when he heard his father trying to get Peter to wake up "Come on, you are going to be late for class with Mademoiselle Bonnefoy" he said as he walked out of the room and met his eldest son's eyes. They both blushed and Arthur looked down, terribly embarrassed "Oh, good morning, che-Arthur" he said, correcting himself. He knew that his son was a man now and he had been proved right by what had happened the previous evening, so there was no point in using a childhood nickname on him. Of course, Arthur had never protested against it.

Arthur walked over to his father and took his hands in his smaller ones. Howard didn't want to think that the hands he was touching had been down there. The boy sighed and looked up from the floor at his father's deep green eyes. They were even greener than the rainforest out of their windows "Daddy... I don't want anything to change between us for... what you saw... last night" he said, still embarrassed and painfully slow.

Howard smiled and felt some tears forming in his eyes and blocking his vision "But... you are not my little cherry anymore" he said in a shaky voice and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Arthur felt a pang of guilt on his chest. He had never seen his father so upset and was all his fault.

"Daddy, please" Arthur said, but was cut off by his father, who seemed to compose himself.

"No, it's alright. You are a man now and I have to accept it" he said, his voice cold and distant, it penetrated Arthur's heart like a bullet.

"But I don't want to be a 'man' I want to be your 'little cherry', please" Arthur was almost begging him. Howard couldn't be that cold with his son, treating him like one of his fellow army men "Please" he tried again, holding to his father's hands for dear life.

Howard sighed. He had done that before, several times in the past, living with his parents. His father knew, of course, but he never treated him any different 'I guess I idealized him like an eternal little boy, a Peter Pan of sorts' Howard thought before smiling and looking down at his son "Ok... little cherry" he said with a fond smile, squeezing his son's little hands.

Arthur smiled "Oh, daddy" he threw his arms around his father's neck and pecked his cheek as much as he could. Peter came out of his room, scrubbing his eyes with a sleepy expression on his angelic face. They both looked down at him.

"Well, whatcha bloody doin' up here, let's go have some breakfast?" Peter said with an annoyed huff as he went downstairs. Arthur and Howard looked down at the boy with wide eyes. He was certainly not a morning person.

Following lunch, Arthur decided to pay Francis a little surprise visit in hopes of repeating what had happened the previous day, which had marked an after and before in his young life. He draped the white dupatta over his shoulders, to protect them from sunburn. It had belonged to Gupta's mother and he told him that, even if it wasn't a man's garment, he knew that Arthur could give it a better use than he could. The blonde had smiled and given him a big kiss on the cheek as to thank him for everything that he had done for him. He called out to his father from the hall, about to open the door and head outside, underneath the burning sun "Daddy, I'm going for a walk"

Small footsteps were heard approaching at a vertiginous speed and suddenly, Peter was standing in front of a startled Arthur bearing a bright pearly smile and his light blue and white sailor outfit "Can I go, too?" he asked with all the innocence of the world. Arthur bit his lip as his father came out of his study with a smile on his handsome face, clapping his hands.

"Well, I think that's a wonderful idea! But don't go too far, eh?" he said before walking off towards the kitchen to meet Gupta. Arthur bit his lip even harder and looked down at Peter, who had already taken his hand on his smaller one, smiling up at him.

"Let's go!" he said. Arthur wanted to be swallowed whole by the earth, but he just smiled and opened the door, allowing his little brother out before him. He looked up at the ceiling and clapped his hands together in prayer.

'Please, Lord Shiva, help me!' he thought, but he was interrupted by Peter from outside.

"Come on! Blimey, it's hot out here!" Arthur came out of the house. He loved his little brother to death, he had loved him ever since he first saw his big blue eyes from inside that wicker basket all those years ago, and cherished every second he was with him... but he just wanted Peter to find something more interesting to do than follow him so he could fool around with Francis without feeling guilty.

Arthur took the hyper little boy's hand and they walked off to Francis' house, so Arthur felt that it would be appropriate if he gave Peter a little explanation or a certain "introduction" of sorts about their destination. He stopped dead in his tracks, a house from Francis', and Peter turned around "Something's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to his side.

Arthur wanted to die. He couldn't tell his little angelic brother what he was going to do with that man. And even he wasn't really sure what he was going to do with him, either. For all he knew, Francis might had thought of the previous day's escapade as a "one night – rather, day – stand" which has very common for the French, but not from where Arthur came from.

"Well... we are not going to town" he said simply. Peter's face fell and he whined.

"Aw, why not?" he dragged the word and Arthur could obviously sense his annoyance and discontent, but he had to explain to him exactly what was going to happen.

"I met someone yesterday" Arthur said, trying to explain how he had had his member inside an unknown man's mouth "He is my... friend. So we are going to his house now" he said, looking at the boy and blushing like a tomato. Peter knew he was lying, but for the sake of being with his brother, decided to go with it.

They arrived at Francis' house and both of them were sweating from the heat, especially Peter, who was the more clothed of them both. Arthur breathed in and out as to calm himself, then looked down at his little brother, who was fanning himself with his wee sailor hat, and smiled at him before knocking on the door.

They waited...

"Maybe this friend of yours' isn't home" Peter said, emphasizing the word "friend". Just as Arthur was about to reply to him that he wasn't a friend, he was a friend – or something like that – the door swung open and a very startled Frenchman stood at the entrance, as always, elegantly dressed with an open white shirt revealing his manly chest-hair, a beige waistcoat and matching trousers. His hair was luscious as always, and his blonde stubble framed his face perfectly. His wide striking blue eyes scanned him up and down before settling in his green ones "Hello, Mr. Friend-of-Arthur!" Peter said, waving at Francis, who looked down at him.

"Oh... salut, petit garçon" Francis said. He was utterly confused. Arthur was stricken by a sudden thought as Francis' "petit garçon"reminded him of a person he had met a very long time ago and had formed part of his' and his brother's lives ever since. He realized he had never asked for Francis' surname. But, then again, he had met him the previous day, so there were not many questions he could have asked the bearded man.

Francis, on his side, was shocked to see the boy he had not expected to see again, standing right in his doorstep... and with a little boy, to top it all! What would he want from him? Well, thinking back to what had been their first meeting; perhaps the boy was looking for more action. From what he could appreciate by his skin colour, hair, eyes and accent, he wasn't a local even if he disguised himself as one, so he might be a boring Brit looking for something to heat things up in his life... his boring life.

Francis cleared his throat "Well, um, quelle surprise. Come in, s'il vous plaît, boys?" he stepped aside, letting the two blondes enter the house. Peter looked around with big blue eyes, scanning everything. Much like Arthur, he had thought that the house was similar to theirs, but with a certain je ne sais quoi that made it different. Of course, a little boy who was walking his baby steps into foreign languages could not have thought it that way.

"I... um... I would like to talk to you, in private" Arthur said under his breath, only for Francis to hear, while the boy explored the house without the house owner's permission. The Frenchman nodded and motioned for him to follow him upstairs. Arthur lifted his sarong to walk on the first steps of the large staircase, before calling out to Peter "Naheen!" he had adopted that Hindi nickname from Gupta's speaking as he told him that Peter was always refusing everything he didn't like. Sometimes he called him by his name and some other times, by his Hindi nickname. Peter's head popped in the scene "Stay here, and don't move, or else..." Arthur said, almost sternly.

Peter sighed and plopped down on the sofa. Francis motioned for Arthur to climb the stairs and he followed the younger blonde.

They arrived to Francis' bedroom, which was ample and well decorated, like the rest of the house. Arthur looked around, but instead of being awed at the beautiful paintings on the walls and the exotic flowers on the equally decorated vases, he sat down in a comfortable sofa and put his hands on his lap as Francis closed the door and sat right in front of him in a similar little sofa "Maintenant, what did you want to talk about?" Francis said.

Arthur sighed and looked down at his lap, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking up again. He didn't like being like that, so open to basically a stranger, but he had to put his feelings – or what he thought were his feelings – on the table, because he didn't want to get hurt for a mistake "I had a wonderful time yesterday" he said and Francis smirked, caressing his thigh through the thin cloth of his sarong "But... I don't want to be anyone's toy" he said firmly, taking the Frenchman's hand from his thigh and putting it down "So I want everything to be cleared up"

Marianne opened the door and entered the house, closing her parasol and leaving it next to the coat rack before taking off her wide-brimmed veiled hat. Peter turned his head to the side in the living room upon hearing someone coming in, and was pleasantly surprised that it was Mademoiselle Bonnefoy, because he wouldn't have to act like an innocent little angel in front of any other person. She knew him very well "Francis, je suis... Peter!" she exclaimed upon seeing her student sitting in her sofa.

Peter waved at her with a big smile on his face. Marianne then looked up, where he saw Arthur walking downstairs with Francis following close behind, talking with smiles on their faces. They had come to a mutual agreement: they would see each other regularly for their "sessions" – or as regularly as they could without being suspicious – and they would see how that evolved. It wasn't the best resolution, but Arthur was happy that he had managed to put his feelings on the table and speak from the heart with him.

Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing a very surprised and not-so-confused Mademoiselle Bonnefoy, standing at the entrance, looking between him and his little brother "Arthur... what...?" he heard Francis sigh behind him and turned around to see the blonde Frenchman covering his eyes, looking to one side. He knew that this day would come, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

"Francis, what are you doing with my students?" Marianne asked her brother, ignoring Arthur who was in the middle of them both, still in the stairs. Francis' shoulders dropped.

"Well, Arthur is mon..." Francis began, but Arthur cut him off. He didn't want his governess finding out about his illicit relationship with her sibling who was, above all, a man, because he was certain that, if she did, she would go over to their dad and tell him everything. His dad would ground him for weeks, or perhaps he would be so embarrassed to have a deviant son that he would send him back to England on the first ship and Arthur couldn't allow that.

"Friend!" he said quickly. He ran towards Peter, motioning for him to get up and follow him to the door "Well, it has been quite the day, so we must bid adieu. Cheerio" Arthur waved his fingers as he and Peter left through the main door. Francis sighed and sat down on the steps while Marianne looked at her with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Is he your lover?" she asked. She obviously knew about her brothers "deviation" but it didn't impede her to love him nonetheless. Francis nodded, sheepishly and she sighed "Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed before disappearing into the kitchen.

Upon entering their house, Arthur and Peter heard some strange sounds coming from somewhere inside. The sounds soon turned clearer: they were moans! One was softer and gentler, more like sighs, while the others were like grunts. Arthur pushed Peter out of the door and closed it in his face "Hey!" he yelled from the other side, pounding the door.

Arthur walked to the kitchen, the source of the moans. The floor was covered in clothing and to his surprise he found his father, covered by a thin layer of sweat, with his damp hair sticking to his forehead, completely naked and thrusting his rather big member inside of...

Gupta!

"Well I'll be God damned" Arthur said with a blank expression on his face.

Life is certainly full of surprises.

What did you think about that outcome? Did it surprise you? Have you seen it coming for long? Did you not give a heck about that? Well, tell me in the comments...

... I sound like a YouTuber... well, I'm a... FanFic-er ;)

I know, I should stick to writing and not joking. Sorry.