Kage: -Shrugs and continues to drink maple syrup- For some reason the MapleTea's are the most sexual…
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Hellfire (Hunchback of Notre Dame): MapleTea
Warning: Sexual fantasy's, possessiveness, AU.
Standing before the flame Arthur's eyes looked all the more acidic. The flames cast shadows across the room and across his face only sparing his eyes from its swaying shadows. The red scarf decorated with those innocent white maple leaves was clenched in his hand.
"Dance, Matthew, Dance!" the young masked Australian cried throwing the small circular pellets onto the stage allowing it to be covered by smoke. Immediately a body jumped out before spinning already beginning his routine.
"Disgusting." Arthur hissed, though he knew he didn't mean a word. Alfred - his knight - brightened up and leaned forward whist pushing up his helmet to get a better look. Leaning back in his seat and twining his fingers together in his lap Arthur neither turned away nor sneered. A bushy brow rose as the gypsy continued his dance.
Sun flowed into the area, shining off the sinfully innocent body that was dancing with the lovely sparking scarf. Amethyst half massed eyes met his own emerald eyes and his breath caught making the American knight at his side look up at him questioningly. The two toned blonde's smile was innocent, his body moving and writhing on the stage, the sun glowing off his golden bracelets and anklets, bells twinkling - though Arthur knew it was the bait - more bells and things that sang made the bait all the more elaborate - whist the body was the hook. A small pink tongue made its appearance as it slid over his top lip making it slick and shine in the sun.
Arthur looked over the crowd whom were whooping and hollering like horny animals.
Looking back at the Canadian gypsy upon the stage his eyes looked over the barely clothed body, he was so exposed - pale creamy unblemished skin revealed for all whom desired it. Stretching, arching, bending the Canadian did it all seductively - silks bouncing up showing only teases of his most precious skin such as his thighs and hips, shimming his shoulder making all eyes appear on his wonderfully blushing body - his innocence still there as an undertone. Arthur's eyes widened when the gypsy skipped towards him scarf twirling around the other's body all the while. Those eyes were all the more brilliant up closer.
The gypsy was in his lap, he blinked when a soft porcelain pale hand came upon his cheek, the blonde's longish hair tickled his nose and its scent was sweet, alluring... addicting. The gypsy bit down on his own bottom lip - white teeth sinking into the pink flesh - as he leaned forward a shy blush crossing his cheeks.
Arthur would neither deny nor concur that he had leaned forward as well.
Just before he could taste those arousing pink lips had the Canadian duck away with a pleasant smile pressing his scarf into the Englishman's hand before leaping away to finish his dance with a stolen soldiers weapon. The sharp edge was pressed into the stage before he span around the wooden pole and just before he meets the bottom does his legs curl around the pole. With a flick of his head and a wave of his hand is his pale neck bared for anyone's viewing pleasure. He is panting; Arthur notices the scarf tight in his hold.
And indeed the Canadian was, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his cheeks pink and his eyes still half lidded, lips - deliciously pink - parted to allow air to come and go as it pleased in a faster and easier pace.
The crowd is in an uproar as coins are tossed onto the stage. Smiling the Canadian stands and pushes himself away from the weapon turned dance pole. He bows for a moment and just as he is about to stand fully he catches eyes with Arthur, his hair hides one of his eyes and his pose is all the more alluring. The masked Australian returns with a grin and Matthew gracefully rises, he turns - his back now facing Arthur - and looks over his shoulder with heated violet eyes outlined with dark thick flustering lashes.
Arthur pretends disinterest and looks over his nails.
He only looks when the Canadian removes his gaze from over his shoulder.
Oh, the Canadian is a bloody tease stretching his arm's over his head, an almost sway to his hips, his hair rising - uncovering the pure pale neck of his - before falling back down and dancing with the slight breeze that came through the festival.
Arthur raises the scarf to his nose and breathes in the Canadian's scent, luckily the American knight is still watching the gypsy leave.
But Arthur knows - he knows - that the gypsy saw his eyes, saw his lust upon that pale body.
And the gypsy teases him about it.
Flashing those fluttering and thick lashes, giving a coy smile, a pink blush across his cheeks.
Arthur knows he is hooked.
Hooked on the devil himself.
Eyes' closing Arthur breathes out slowly willing his heart to slow from its fast paced beating.
What sin this is, he thinks as the fire flares warming his body all the more.
He was being led to damnation, the gypsy leading him with his sparkling scarf and alluring body. He was toeing the line of the fallen, the scarf gently placed round his neck as Matthew - the gypsy's name was beautiful - would flash those thick lashes, lips curved up, and his voice whispering endearments as they wait to burn together.
But no, that was not good enough.
He did not want Matthew.
To say want were to say that the beautiful rose wanted the sun's warmth, that the fish wanted water, and that the mutt walking the streets wanted food.
To say wanted was to belittle the fire scorching his insides.
He needed Matthew.
Just as the flower needed the sun to bloom, just as the fish needed the water to thrive, and that the mutt needed food to survive.
The fire inside him flared more delighted that its holder knew what it needed.
What it needed oh so desperately.
And as he opens his eyes and gazes into the fire he can see the gypsy.
The gypsy upon his bed gazing up at him with want and need. Half massed eyes lustful and wanton. Cheeks flushed breath coming and leaving in the form of deep pants. His exposing silks raised and removed hiding nothing from his gaze. His hand raising the pale leg starting on the ankle - he presses a kiss to the delicate flesh - soft nips and kisses are bathed into the flesh and Matthew writhes tears of pleasure and need slipping down his face. Mouth open to release breathless gasps and moans - they contain his name is a pleading begging way wanting more needing more.
Arthur continues to tease - he teases even more when he meets Matthew's milky inner-thighs making the gypsy arch and cry out as his senses are assaulted.
He discovers more skin - the curve of Matthews hip or ankle memorized by Arthur's fingertips and committed to memory like so many verses and psalms.
Matthew's hair performs a pseudo halo glowing around his head when really he is a child of the dark. But Arthur doesn't care he doesn't care as his teeth sinks into Matthew's hip making the boy scream his name as his anklets and bracelets get tangled in the sheets that would be up and around his body almost shielding it from unwanted eyes.
In the end Matthew would be sated, body spent and fire dampened - for now.
Arthur would keep him, cage him, hide him from others eyes, be seen only by him and touched only by him.
Matthew would realize that he is a kind soul in a cruel world, he would see a shepherd for the lost, a savior.
Oh yes, Matthew would look up at him with adoration.
The doors are slammed opened and Arthur turns.
Emerald meets amethyst, a smirk is given a confused frown is returned.
Matthew looks back as the knights leave him with the Englishman, the doors slamming closed.
He turns back and recoils when Arthur is in front of him. Matthew's heart beat accelerates and soon he calms himself. He is quiet as Arthur's hand rests on his shoulder, when he feels Arthur's touch under his chin over his cheek. His smile returns - shy - as his eyes go half massed.
He follows Arthur's touch as it leads him to the other mans lips.
Kage: I don't know, I just don't know, okay? -shifty eyes- Does it help that I have this song in Japanese, French, German, Italian and Russian? (I have all of the main Axis powers. 8D)
I'm probably going to sleep now - maybe not I'm like…a night owl which isn't healthy…
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