"You idiot frog." Arthur said mostly under his breath kicking the door shut behind him. "What's that you commented on my shows? As if yours have anything favorable about them."

"Says the one who can't keep a solid character for a series." Francis said grabbing Arthur's shoulder.

Arthur's form of argument came with the bite he applied to Francis's bottom lip. Insults and swears were shared between each gasp and spit shared. "You stink like a prostitute." Arthur said pushing Francis's head away.

"Fine then." Francis said walking past Arthur letting his hand trail over Arthur's chest.

The Frenchmen walked towards the hotel room bathroom. His clothes being shed as he walked and the water running from inside the room. Arthur rubbed his face and looked at the bathroom. Francis was looking out so only his neck and head were visible. Giving Arthur a fluttered eye look then disappeared again, "You stink like your food."

That comment made Arthur feel obligated to follow. The removal of his garb was more forced and rough, making sure that he was down past his socks by the time he got to the bathroom. The tub was made for couples with the faucet in the middle of the right side And thick sides for placing things, there was a layer of bubbles thanks to Francis. Who was already in the tub with his head tilted back as if he were asleep. He smiled when he heard Arthur lower himself into the tub, his arms were crossed and looked like a child forced to bathe after playtime.

"Frog," Arthur spat sitting himself up on his knees and scooting toward Francis.

"Harlot," Francis replied while Arthur moved to straddle him.

The two who currently pressed mouths to each other had a interesting relationship. It was obvious that they had sex, Alfred would mock Arthur because of the bite marks on his neck the same at Francis for the bruises on his hips, but it was a bit more complicated then one might think. It wasn't so much a battle for dominance but more of both knew there place; Francis could be the top if Arthur was in control. And yet this was Francis's domain, half of Arthur's orders would fall to deaf ears as soon as Francis moved Arthur's leg up over his shoulder. Francis was actually impressed at how much Arthur kept control over their sport while he had something inside him. Arthur was apparently man enough to take it up the ass as some would put it.

"you...Jackass." Arthur told Francis. His backside was raised above the water while Francis had his hand at work. The mix of water and soap made the sound of the fingering that much more audible, rubbing his hand up and down between his cheeks and shoving three fingers in at once. His other hand was slicking up and down Arthur's penis. Thumb digging in to give a slight pain that made Arthur hiss.

Arthur gripped Francis's head and grabbed his jaw, Forcing the French guy to look up. "I hope your done." He almost warned. Grabbing Francis's hand from behind and squeezing it hard for effect. Francis bowed his head slightly and grinned up at Arthur, grabbing his hips and slamming him down so a loud smack sounded. Francis cringed while Arthur let his eyes go wide for a moment, gripping Francis's hair as if to brace himself.

"Too," Francis paused to groan. "Hard?"

This made a almost determination fill Arthur's eyes. As if to prove him wrong Arthur began to roll his hips and moving forward and back. Lifting and lowering himself until he leaned back enough to find his prostate. He gripped the ankles of Francis and continued to lift and lower. Without thinking about it Arthur had his mouth open, eyes shooting alive once more when Francis's wet hand engulfed his penis. Francis probing and rubbing the foreskin until it pulled back, other hand cupping the balls.

Arthur refused to give in as he bent forward. The top of his head touching Francis's chest and legs moving up so he was squatting. Francis got excited and thrust hard, this mistakenly made Arthur lose balance basically and fall backwards. He was almost under the water while Francis gripped the side of the tub the other arm pulling Arthur up. He looked confused then screamed when Francis went in a little too deep, Francis not helping as he pumped Arthur. The white from Arthur came as Francis did in a next moment pulling away from Arthur's anus. Arthur smacked Francis upside the head and sat up.

"Idiot, I almost drowned." Arthur angrily said grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his hips.

Francis was grinning. "Oui, but what a way to go."