A/N: Hey Guys! Don't worry! I haven't given up on this story yet! I just was unable to reply with trying to get a job, entering college, and getting my driver's license. All of which I have now obtained, so I am now allowed to be back upon the computer. However the chapter was written way back, I just was never able to post it. I also will be trying to continue, "One Man, Two Paths" later on as well. Anyway, I do hope that you enjoy this chapter!

There was only about two days left until the wedding, and the royal couple of spades sat in their carriage making their way to the kingdom. Since the wedding the two had grown much closer. Enough so they could kiss, but Alfred felt they were empty, and Arthur felt a knot form in his chest. Though both of them knew they wanted each other. Would they have to fight through these feelings then? Or would they not forever linger. With a sigh Alfred looked up at Arthur from the window. His head was rested upon his fist and his ankle crossed over his knee.

There was something about the way that Arthur would read so peacefully in the bumpy carriage. Alfred loosened his tie and cleared his throat. His skin visibly covered in perspiration around the hairline. "Hey...uh Arthur, are you getting hungry?" He reached for the basket under his feet. "No thank you, but if you are, go ahead." Arthur waved him off. Alfred frowned and sat back up again, shifting uncomfortably.

Arthur looked up from his book, finally. "Is something wrong my King?"

Alfred looked like he would regret saying what he was going to and merely shifted his gaze in replying that he would not therefore utter a word.

"It's Alfred... Please call me Alfred..." Said man begged quietly before going to the other side of the carriage and sitting beside the other. Normally Arthur would question him and say the closeness was rather intimate for a man already involved with an infatuation. Though as of late Alfred has proved himself more and more that he wasn't just a medieval player.

Arthur closed his book slightly and looked up at Alfred just as the king was leaning forward, gently grabbing Arthur by the arms and smoothing the skin with his thumbs through the rich expensive material.

Arthur's lips moved in order to protest but no words came out as Alfred dipped his head into the Queen's neck and began to leave hot warm kisses upon the flushed skin.

Arthur let out a bit of a moan and gasp that was quickly cut quite short as Alfred pushed Arthur back so he was cornered against the seat and the curtained window, which of course was now drawn closed by Alfred's fingers. When did he have time for that? He peppered Arthur's neck in his love bites. Arthur let out the most lewd moan and flinched at a particularly hard bite. But it was gone as quickly as it came.

Alfred in turn let out a possessive growl which sent shivers up Arthur's spine. As well as a bit of arousal. Heavy pants began to sound as Alfred played risky, placing his hand on Arthur's thigh and sliding upwards until Arthur would protest. Though he didn't, causing Alfred to eventually land on his front and begin rubbing slowly. Then Alfred looked up at Arthur's face which was red and held a bit of perspiration in the heat of their clothes and the carriage. The expression on his face was actually turning Alfred on. Though he threatened himself not to go any further. For fear of hurting Arthur.

The King then could no longer take it and took his freer hand from Arthur's shoulder to gently caress his face, cheek, and jaw as he crushed his lips into Arthur's. Arthur let out a small moan which allowed Alfred to hum in return. The two moved in a gentle practiced motion, Alfred's hand began to lower to the queen's shoulder where it met his neck. Arthur let out a small whine and squeezed his eyes shut after only maybe ten more minutes of kissing. Alfred broke his kiss and noticed the other's eyebrows were knitted. Arthur looked like he was holding back tremendously. "What's wrong sweetheart?" Alfred asked with genuine concern as he again moved his hand from the queen's shoulder to his cheek to cup is gently and also sweetly. He pressed his forehead to Arthur's as the queen only let out a string of curses and opened his eyes to glare at the king. "I can't bleeding hold back anymore!" He grunted and growled. "I'll soil my clothes before I get there...!" A few tremors ran through his body. "And it will be all your fault." Alfred chuckled nervously. "I assume so." He grinned which only caused his queen to hit him. This only made the king laugh more.

"Don't worry, babe. I've got you." And before Arthur could even register what he meant, the contact and warmth of Alfred's hand upon Arthur's pants had left and the man was on his knees nudging Arthur's legs apart but not enough that it would stop him from removing the other's trousers.

Arthur gulped and swallowed nervously and felt his toes curl. His chest was filled with butterflies as Alfred exposed him and put the elder's into his mouth to let him finish there with a bit more teasing.

Arthur was spitting out yet another set of foreign curse words before the liquid filled in Alfred. For one with little to no experience, he still missed a bit, though that wasn't something they couldn't clean.

The result left Arthur panting and the sunlight outside was lower, not that either of them had notice before, causing the carriage to be darker. Those traveling outside would only assume that the royal couple had only opted to tuning out early. Though there was indeed some truth in that currently.

Alfred and Arthur made themselves look decent again in silence but instead of going back to his side of the carriage, Alfred pulled Arthur close and rest his head in the queen's lap. Arthur in turn let his head fall back to rest his neck on support of the cushion. Just before his eyes slipped and flickered or fluttered shut, he parted his lips again to speak quietly. "I'll have that food now."

Alfred laughed loudly.