Author's Note: Wow, people favorited and followed my story! ^.^ I feel so happy~! Thank you to those who did, you made my life~! Anyways, I just wanted to give warning to some yaoi a head! (It's very weak in discription, sorry! Q~Q)

"Night Mom!" I said into the phone.

My father was away on business in Washington D.C, and my mother had the late shift today. She had tried to get out of it, but she was the only one with an older child who could be left alone.

"Are you sure you'll be alright home alone?" She asked with a worried tone.

"Yeah Ma! I'll be alright!" I said reassuringly.

To be honest, I didn't really want to be home alone. Sure I'm old enough and can be trusted, but I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts. Plus, Arthur could still be around. I could still feel him against me…

I shuddered. Stupid thoughts!

"O.K. Sweetie, I'll be home when you come home from school."

"Bye Ma!"

"Bye, love you."

"Love ya too!"

The phone disconnected and I hung it up with a long sigh. What am I supposed to do all night? I've still got a couple hours before I have to go to bed.

"Video games and burgers!" I said cheerfully to myself.

My sweet momma left me some hamburgers in the fridge! I grabbed a couple, not even caring to heat them up, and sat down on the couch a controller in hand.

*~A few hours later~*

I yawn turning off the game system. Quickly crumpling up my garbage and throwing it away, then going up stairs to bed. I slip off my
shorts and pants, leaving me in boxers and lay down on the bed. I had forgotten to take off my glasses, but was too tired to care and closed my eyes. Soon I drifted off to what seemed like sleep.

Warm lips pressed against my cheek. I lazily opened my eyes just as my glasses were slipped off my head and placed on my bedside table.

"You really shouldn't sleep with your glasses on. You'll break them." A British accent whispered to me.

"Wah?"

"Oh I'm sorry. Are you sleeping?" The voice teased. I get another kiss on my cheek, only this one was closer to my lips.

"Am I dreaming?" I asked mindlessly.

"Only if you want to be…" He said seductively.

"Arthur?" Now I recognize the voice. What was he doing in my dream, (if I am dreaming)?

"Don't spoil the moment, luv."

Hot lips pressed against my own. If this is a dream, then maybe I can enjoy a few pleasures? And maybe all the strange thoughts will go away.

An icy finger slipped under the elastic of my boxers, caused me to shudder a bit.

"Why are your hands so cold?" I said beginning to pant. My whole body felt on fire.

"I was just outside." Arthur said, his voice almost wavering.

The matter was completely forgotten when his lips pressed against mine. My mind was wrapped around the whole heat of the moment, mainly because it's a dream, right?

Arthur's tongue glazed over my lips, my eyes closing in the heat of it all. Now I felt a whole icy hand in my boxers, fingers poking and probing.

A moan escaped my lips and was taken advantage of the moment when a tongue slipped into my mouth. My toes curled and I began breathing through my nose. Arthur's scent just turned me on the more and comforted me at the same time. I swear I'm melting.

"You respond so generously." The Brit' said smirking as we pulled apart from our kiss, saliva dripping down.

"Just shut up." I moaned not knowing or able what else to say.

I undid Arthur's belt buckle, to his amazement, and slipped my hands up his shirt.

"Wait! Stop it!" He shrieked when my hands began to explore.

"Afraid of moaning in front of your only love?" I teased viscously.

If this is my dream, I would like to dominate it. My finger brushed against his nipples, making Arthur gasp.

"Haha!" I laughed triumphantly.

I twisted and pinched, causing him to moan and gasp. Just when I thought I was winning, Arthur decided to pinch back, his hand still down in my pants.

"Payback's a bloody bitch, luv." He said after a moan escaped me once again.

"Fuck you." I growled.

"With pleasure!" He smirked.

For once, swearing back fired at me. Arthur unzipped his own pants and yanked down my boxers.

"Stop!"

"Well hello!"

Dammit, why did he have to be so sexy!? I blushed uncontrollably as he stared down at my hard one.

"You Americans sure grow them…"

"Shut up you stupid Brit'…"

He grinned devilishly at me before lying on top of me, and bringing our lips together once more. All the while our dicks grinded against each other below, and Arthur's hand made sure they kept very close together.

I gasped and moaned as we reached our climax. Of course I made sure Arthur didn't get all the pleasure of listening, and still kept my hands busy rubbing under his shirt, which also seemed to be a very weak spot of his.

After each coming, we lay next to each other panting. Soon catching his breath, Arthur kissed me on the cheek.

"I'll still be waiting on that date, luv." He whispered into my ear.

He got up silently and left, practically disappearing in the dark. As I drifted back into pitch black sleep something nagged at me…

Was that really a dream?

Morning came and I was scared out of my fucking mind. My glasses were off and laying on my bedside table and my only memory of removing them was Arthur doing it in my "dream". And there were some very strange liquids on my bed…

"Shit, that wasn't a dream!" I moaned loudly, my head in my hands.

What the hell did I do last night!?

Before setting into full blown panic, I decide the best choice of actions was to forget about it and make sure my parents never find out! Then if I ever see Arthur again I'll demand answers or beat the shit out of him! Maybe both!

I wrap up my bed sheets and shove them in the washer, then headed to the shower. I'll just clean up go to school and act like nothing happened!

"Why do I sound like a murderer!?" I shouted in the shower.

Thank God no one was home.