*Warning* This chapter contains lovely FrUK yaoi! (Maybe porely written yaoi... but still!) Nonetheless.. don't like then don't read, simple as that.
Here is Chapter 2! And with it, Fem! Canada is introduced! Yeah... Have fun reading! I wrote Yaoi, woo~
Chapter 2,
New adjustments to a new life?
Arthur awoke in a cold sweat, his head throbbed from a hangover and his entire body was sore. He felt like he had just been dragged through half of London. His hands were bound by handcuffs to the bed that he was lying on. The young blond tried to assess the situation that he found himself in, trying to remember what happened the night before and how he got to where he was. Arthur faintly remembered attending a wedding, oh that's right... it was HIS wedding... Arthur was supposed to be getting married to his boyfriend Alfred yesterday, or what Arthur hoped was yesterday. But Alfred never showed up... left at the altar by the one person Arthur though cared about him. His family never loved him and his brothers ignored him, Alfred was all he had... Tears began to sting at Arthur's eyes as he thought of Alfred and his family, but then snapped out of it because he remembered he was in a strange room and somehow handcuffed to a bed. The bed in question was surprisingly comfortable, it felt as though it was stuffed with duck feathers or maybe swan. Arthur found that even while being bound he was still comfortable lying here, which was... strange to say the least.
"Where am I? How did I get here? What will happen to me? Wait... maybe this a trick Alfred is playing on me?" Arthur thought silently to himself, trying to wiggle out of the cuffs but to no avail. Arthur took the time to take in his surroundings so he wouldn't succumb to panic. The room in question had no smell, it was almost like time itself was frozen in place. The room was also very large, walls that were painted black and from what Arthur could see of the floor, it seemed to be wooden. The bed he was lying on was the only piece of furniture in the room, aside from a small end table on the opposing side of the large bed. A golden chandelier hung from the pitch black ceiling, shining light directly over the bed, but leaving the rest of the room in pitch darkness... Anyone could be hiding there, or anything. Arthur had always believed in fairies and the occasional unicorn but he had never imagined creatures on the opposite side, creatures of darkness or creatures of malice. Arthur quickly dismissed the thought and focused on the chandelier. It was already lit meaning that he had not just wandered in here, of course with the handcuffs binding him, Arthur didn't think that he did this to himself in the first place.
"Is anyone here?" Arthur finally managed to say, mentally scolding himself soon after, 'Is anyone here? Did I really just say that? That is like asking a mass murderer if he is in your house. What kind of answer do you expect from that? 'Yeah I am in the kitchen, want a sandwich?' Arthur you are so stupid!' Soon after Arthur was done telling himself how much of an idiot he was there was a noise that came from the side of the room that the bed was facing. The sound of a door opening echoed through the room, the door squeaked and moaned in protest, but was nonetheless opened. Arthur heard light footfalls approaching. "Alfred, could that be you?" Arthur thought silently to himself as the strange man approached. Although it was not Alfred that walked into the light of the chandelier Arthur was still lost for words. A white button up shirt hung loosely from his torso and black dress pants graced his lower regions. The man was slender, with light blond hair flowing down to his shoulders, and his eyes... oh those eyes, they were the clearest shade of blue that Arthur had ever seen...
"Bonjour mon petit lapin, I see that you have woken up, and I presume that you are comfortable, Oui?" The strange man said, a light French accent flowed from his mouth like water, and his eyes glistened when he looked upon Arthur, making him blush. Arthur could feel something pressing up on the front of his pants, and a voice in the back of his mind said to be wary of the strange man but Arthur could not help but be pulled into this mans aura. Everything about him seemed perfect, from his hair to the sweet sound of his voice...
"Wh-who are you? And where am I? Did Alfred set this up? Because if he did this isn't funny." Arthur could barely choke out. His pants were becoming to feel way too tight, and he was blushing furiously at the sound of the other mans voice.
"Arthur..." Is all the man responded, walking slowly towards the bed that Arthur was laying on, his footsteps making light echoes through the room.
"How do you know my name?"
The man didn't respond but instead crawled slowly on top of the bed, taking his place under the covers and above Arthur. Arthur stammered in protest and tried to wiggle out from under him but again to no avail.
"Do not protest my pet, or this will only hurt you more..." The man whispered in Arthur's ear, slightly nibbling it. The sound of the mans voice calmed Arthur, and again made him wish to be free from his pants. The man Arthur guessed was his captor stroked his short blond hair and let his hands wonder farther down Arthur's body, stopping at his waistline teasing at the buttons on his pants. Arthur moaned softly, wishing that this man would release him from his arm bindings and him from his pants. The man just smiled seductively and placed a kiss on the corner of Arthur's lips, slowly moving the kisses to his neck and back to the corners of his mouth. Moans slowly exited Arthur's mouth, he wished so badly to wrap his arms around this man, and to kiss him. "Do you want your cuffs undone mon cher? I could do it, did you know that?" The man whispered into Arthur's ear, that seductive accent making Arthur blush and nod quickly, another moan escaping his lips. The Frenchman reached over to the cuffs and snapped them in half.
"Maybe the chain was weak? Or maybe he had some kind of tool in his hand?" Arthur though to himself after letting his arms be freed of their cuffs, rubbing his wrists and looking back at the strange man.
"Is that better, mon cher?" He asked Arthur, while undoing the buttons of Arthur's pants. Arthur nodded while he felt his throbbing erection being freed from his pants, the Frenchman grasped Arthur's member lightly, making Arthur moan from the sudden touch of another. The man thumbed the head of his erection softly, watching as Arthur closed his eyes and moaned yet again, it had been ages since him and Alfred had sex and now it was showing... While teasing Arthur the man began to unbutton his own pants, bringing out his own erection and kissing Arthur again. The man took his free hand and pulled Arthur's pants completely down, squeezing Arthur's thigh slightly and running his hand up his chest.
"Are you ready for this Arthur? This is going to hurt at first, but I will make all the pain go away, you just have to pull through. Can you do that?" The man asked Arthur, looking into his lust filled eyes. Arthur nodded, with a look on his face that said to go on. The Frenchman, whilst still playing with Arthur's hardened member took his free hand and inserted a few fingers into him. Arthur moaned at the feel of his fingers, using one of his hands to grip the back of the Frenchman's shirt. The Frenchman laughed a little to himself as he inserted another finger, stretching out Arthur's entrance. He removed his fingers and began to slowly insert his member into Arthur, slowly teasing him at first but then thrusting himself in harder. Arthur's eyes began to sting from tears that formed from that pain and the other man noticed. "Do not worry, not much longer and that pain will be over..." Is all he said as he trusted deeper into Arthur. Arthur yelped in pain, trying to keep his voice under control, while the other man smiled again... his smile made Arthur not hurt as much as he trusted deeper. Arthur felt his eyes glaze over, and all of his pain was replaced with pleasure. Arthur moaned deeply and the strange man trusted harder and faster into Arthur, more moans escaped his lips and Arthur felt close to his release...
"I... I am so close" Arthur managed to stammer out between gasps of pain and pleasure. The man smirked slightly, his hand massaging Arthur's very hard member, slowly increasing the motion of this strokes and the rhythm of his thrusts. Arthur could not hold himself back any longer, and loud grunt exited his lips as he released into the Frenchman's hand. The Frenchman only smirked as he wiped his hand on the side of the bed, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Arthur moaned a few times more as the man pushed himself to his point, after a few minuets of painful pleasure the man released inside Arthur, moaning slightly which was the first noise he had made aside from talking to Arthur.
"Now that was not to bad, was it pet?" The man whispered in Arthur's ear before removing himself from Arthur and rolling onto his back. The Frenchman sighed happily. "Now, that is what I have been needing..."
Arthur blushed vigorously as he reflected on the events that just took place... "I... I just had sex with a man I have never meet before, this isn't like me... But... that man. He is just so alluring, I couldn't help myself." Arthur watched as the strange man stood from the bed and cleaned himself off with a towel that was laying on the floor. Arthur still did not know the name of this man, or anything about him other than the French accent made it obvious that he is from France... Arthur just sat there watching as the Frenchman finished cleaning himself off and sat back down on the opposite side of the bed. He tied his long hair back with a black ribbon and sighed contently... The man looked unfazed by the events that just happened. Could he be used to sex with random strangers? Or... or does he know Arthur? Arthur thought for a bit, and there was a loud noise coming from outside of the room that the two men sat in. The door was kicked open, the door was opened so fast that it didn't even have time to squeak, and a young girl that looked about the age of nineteen stepped into the light. Her eyes glowed red and Arthur just sat there, frozen at the sight of her eyes... "Her... her eyes! How, how are they red? Is that normal? Who is this girl?" Arthur thought as he stared at the girl, panic began to set into the pit of his stomach and he heard the Frenchman mutter something.
"Merde..." The man sighed and rubbed his temples, standing up slowly and stretching his arms. Arthur wondered if the two knew each other, if not this situation had to be really awkward...
"Papa!" The young girl exclaimed loudly, her voice that usually sounded to sweet was turned sour and filled with rage. Arthur still sat there in shock, "those eyes... that voice... who is this girl? And, and did she call this man Papa?" The girl looked to Arthur, her eyes were filled with rage and he wanted to run but he was frozen. The man finished rubbing his temples and finally looked up, his clear blue eyes looking into the girls blazing red ones.
"Oui Michelle? What is it? I thought you were asleep in your room, what made you wonder in here all of a sudden?" Arthur's captor growled slightly, obviously annoyed by the sudden appearance of the girl. The sound of the mans voice frightened Arthur, didn't his voice sound so sweet moments ago? And now he sounds ready to kill someone. The man sighed again, "Michelle, what are-"
"Who is THAT?!" Michelle cut him off suddenly, more rage filling her voice and her eyes. "You leave without warning for nearly three days, I expected you to come back with some kind of food. But you come back with That?" Michelle pointed at Arthur, sneering at the sight of him. "What about food? I haven't gone through with the ritual yet! I need more food than you do, I thought you cared about me Papa!" She continued... her eyes slowly losing the red glow and fading back to their original icy blue, her eyes perfectly matched her fathers. She ran her fingers through her long blond hair and Arthur got the chance to fully look at the girl standing in front of him. Her hair was a light blond, darker than her fathers hair but lighter than his own. Michelle straightened her crimson tank top and smoothed the edges over her black mini skirt. She wore no shoes and both her finger and toe nails were painted black, had she not frightened Arthur so much he would have thought more on her appearance. Although Arthur had to admit to himself that she was very beautiful, not as much as her father though...
"S'ilvous plait Michelle, do not be mad at your Papa.. I mean look at him! He looks like he will make a good pet for the two of us, oui? And I just finished marking him so the human belongs to us. I am sorry that I did not come across any decent food while I was gone, but that just means that we can go hunting later tonight. Does that sound good chere?" Michelle's father looked to her, smiling slightly as he mentioned food and Michelle giggled happily,
"Alrighty Papa, but next time please don't be so loud when you mark your pets, you never tell me what you do to them... But I could hear noises from my room and that is what woke me up and-"
"What are you two? Are you human? What did you mean pet? And her-" Arthur finally gained the will to speak.
"SILENCE!" Michelle's father roared loudly at Arthur. The house almost shook at the sound of his voice, and Arthur looked to his captor and almost yelped in surprise. His face looked demonic, his eyes were glowing red and he looked like he would snap Arthur's neck if he moved an inch. "You will not speak unless spoken to, is that understood human?" The man spat the last word at Arthur, his voice was filled with hatred and he looked ready to kill at a seconds notice. Arthur could only nod in agreement, he didn't know what was going on. One minute he was having sex with the most gorgeous man he had ever laid eyes on and the next that same man is yelling at him, while the girl who is supposedly his daughter laughs hysterically. "I suppose I should explain some things to you Arthur." The man began, his face lightening up and his voice turning a little back to normal... if normal is the right word to use here. "You now belong to us, anything you do will be judged by either Michelle or myself. Do anything that is against my rules or upset Michelle in anyway, then you will answer to me. And that isn't something you would want to do. I will set some basic guidelines later, and you WILL obey them. Any questions pet?"
"Ye-yeah.." Arthur managed to stammer. "First.. what is your name? I think that I have a right to know who you are and what situation I am in here!"
Then man standing next to where Arthur lied laughed suddenly, "Oh, but Arthur that is the best part. You don't have the RIGHT to anything... You belong to Francis Bonnefoy and Michelle Williams now. And until either you die or by some strange twist of fate the both of us are killed; which is rather unlikely, we control every aspect of your life. And there is nothing you can do about it. Now, any more questions? And make it quick this time. Michelle and I need to go hunting soon, the hunger is making me angry..."
"Really Papa? We can-"Michelle started to say but was cut off suddenly.
"Francis? Michelle? How do you plan on keeping me here exactly? You CAN'T keep me here! I have someone that will come look-"
Arthur heard a sound that sounded similar to a slap and Francis smirked demonically, Michelle was standing next to Arthur, it was almost as if she just appeared next to him. But her hand was extended and the side of Arthur's face began to burn, "What did my Papa say that alluded you? We are your masters, so why do you think you can cut me off?" Michelle said to Arthur, her face looked angry and yet her voice was so sweet. Francis walked around to where Michelle was standing and hugged her, whispering something into her ear that was not audible to Arthur. Michelle simply smiled happily "really Papa? You mean it?" She looked to Arthur, "Ha! You have done it now!"
Michelle erupted into a fit of laughter and Arthur was sitting there confused.
"I think I will have some more fun with you before we go hunting, pet. Michelle, clean him up and bring him to the main chamber will you Cherie?" Francis spoke, walking out of the room without even a glance backwards and fear began to set into to Arthur's stomach again, he felt almost sick. Michelle finished recovering from her laughter fit long enough to look at Arthur. "Papa was really rough with you huh? Sorry I hit you pet... But Papa is expecting me to go grow up to be as ruthless as him." She sat down at the edge of the bed, "I am not nearly as moody as my Papa, or as cruel, so you can talk to me about anything you want! Within reason of course, do you have any questions? You should clean yourself off before you go and see him again, Papa hates to be kept waiting..." Michelle sighed and threw a towel to Arthur who caught it. "Hurry up will you? I don't want to be the one to bathe you again.." Michelle giggled again and Arthur's face heated up from embarrassment.
"You... you bathed me?" Arthur questioned, forgetting even to blush from her first comment.
"Of course I did! When Papa found you he told me to bathe you... something about him wanting you to be clean and dry so he can make you wet again.. He won't tell me what that means though! Will you tell me?" Michelle looked expectantly at Arthur who just blushed deeply and looked away, cleaning himself off to the best of his ability. Michelle grunted unhappily and walked around the room. Arthur finished cleaning himself and look to Michelle, who had just walked back to him. "Finally finished?" Arthur simply nodded to the question and Michelle giggled happily. Arthur couldn't help but feel attracted to her, which was very... odd since he has been gay for as long as he can remember.
"Well, we should get going then? You said Francis hates to be kept waiting." Arthur could barely keep the fear out of his voice.
"Your fear smells delicious! Has anyone ever told you that Arthur? Oh! But we should go, Papa will not wait much longer before he comes and gets you himself, and you really don't want that to happen..." Michelle tool Arthur's hand and he felt his face grow warm again, but nonetheless followed behind the strange girl. "You still have to stay close to me, we don't want you getting lost... and we don't want the shades to mistake you for their food now do we?" And again Arthur could only nod in agreement.
"Do you know what your father is going to do to me when we get there?" Arthur finally found the will to speak out, they were walking rather quickly down a long hallway, the air was still and had no aroma, which still struck Arthur as rather odd.
Michelle giggled again, smiling a twisted smile, "Yeah, I do. I hope you can last longer than our last pet, he only lasted a few weeks here... Papa loves torture, it is one of his favorite things to do! But... he won't tell me his other favorite thing, maybe one day he will tell me..." Michelle began to get lost in her own thoughts, the poorly lit hallway began to let shapes and horrible images dance of the walls. Arthur began to panic, what did she mean by torture? But Arthur could not bring himself to speak. The pair soon reached a staircase and Michelle stopped, breathing in a large gasp of air.
"Ahh, the smell of death! It is such a good smell. Don't you think the same Arthur?" Michelle sighed happily as she began to walk up the stairs. That is when the smell hit him, halfway up the staircase it was almost as if a wall of smell hit him square in the face, in reaction Arthur gagged and felt as though he could barely breathe. Michelle giggled silently "Guess not..." She said as they reached the top of the staircase. They walked by a few more doors and Arthur could not help but wonder what was held in those other rooms, but his thoughts were interrupted when the pair reached a large set of double doors. Michelle slowly pushed the doors open and stepped inside, the air was colder in the room than in the hallway. "Papa? Are you here?" Michelle asked timidly, a dark shape began to form in a corner of the room. Francis appeared out of the darkness, the shadowed draped around him like a cape. Michelle perked up after seeing Francis and hurried Arthur inside. "Can I watch this time, Papa? Please?" Michelle begged but her father was unfazed.
"Non, Michelle. I don't want you to see this..." Francis' voice was low and threatening. Every nerve in Arthur's body told him to run but his legs were frozen, he was trapped.
"But Papa! No fair!" Michelle pouted. "I thought-"
"I said no Michelle! And that is final!" Francis' eyes began to glow and there was more of a growl in his tone. Michelle reluctantly nodded, looking towards the floor.
"Alright Papa..." Michelle slowly walked out of the room, closing the doors behind her, Francis looked to his pet, his eyes glistened and he smiled a sadistic smile.
"And now the real fun begins my pet..."
End of Chapter 2! Now... What did you think? Yeah, I know Fem!Canada's name isn't usually Michelle but here it is! And you can do nothing about it! -maniacal laughter here- Remember that Reviews save Hitler babies! Or... maybe not, depends on you..
Fare-thee-well my lovlies! Je t'aime mon amis~ -hugs for all-