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Different Hearts, Same Love	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Hello everyone! Well, this is the final chapter of 'Different Hearts, Same Love'! Many thanks to those who stayed with the story from the beginning! This was my first time writing a FrUk pairing fic, so I think I did fairly well. You guys are all awesome! Thanks again so much for reading!

***Special thanks to my awesome beta and all her hard work!

***Warning: Language, hardcore yaoi, minor drug use

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 13: Final Chapter

Francis sat at his uncle's desk in the house office, filling out some parchments about the new tree system. Arthur was pleased with it, and Francis was pleased with himself that he had thought of it. Admitting that Arthur was right was the hard part, but once he saw the facts and figures, it couldn't be ignored. He was certain his uncle would approve, for even his cousin Matthew approved of it. Maybe his uncle would give him an official position at the business. Once he had more money in his pocket he could expand his lavish lifestyle.

'Hm. Arthur would love that.' Francis thought to himself, and then paused in writing with his quill still in hand. Why was he concerned about Arthur, and why did the man's name even come up? It shouldn't matter what Arthur thought. 'He wouldn't like being lavished in gifts.' Francis put the quill down, stroking his stubble. 'However…he has never been showered in gifts before. Maybe he'll like it! He just assumes he doesn't like nice things!'

Francis stood up from his desk. "That's what I'm going to do! I'm going to treat him like a noble! It's time for Arthur Kirkland to get styled theBonnefoy way!" He grinned devilishly.

/

Arthur sat in the garden of the manor house, holding a rabbit in his lap that had wandered in. He stroked its fur and ears, humming a soft little tune as he watched the gray clouds go by. The air was beginning to smell moist with the temperature dropping. Arthur knew there was going to be a sleet storm soon and feared the animals' new stable would not be done in time. "Hm…well, for the time being they will all have to cram in with the others in the stable." He said to the rabbit. "I wonder if the curse hit those guys yet?" He smirked.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kirkland?" Arthur turned at the sound of his name, looking at a young woman smiling at him.

"Can I help you?"

"Master Francis Bonnefoy sent me to fetch you! He has some things he would like me to give you."

Arthur frowned. "Sorry, I don't believe in free love." She gasped.

"That's not what I am here for! Master Bonnefoy has so generously offered to give you a few gifts. I'm here to bring you to them."

"Gifts?" Arthur frowned. "Sorry, tell him I don't want any gifts."

"Don't you want to at least see them? He was so kind as to give them to you."

'He did do what I asked him to do.' Arthur reasoned to himself with a grumble. 'How bad could they be?' He put the rabbit down. "All right, take me to these 'gifts'." 'I hope I don't regret this.'

/

Arthur groaned and frowned deeply, slumping his shoulders as he stared at himself in the mirror. They made him look just like Francis with short hair and green eyes. He was wearing the same style attire as Francis but in a sage green. Upon his head was a diadem, a simple gold band around his head. His nails had been filed, cleaned, buffed, and shined, along with his toenails. His blonde hair was washed with something that did not look herbal and somehow made the ends of his hair curl. The image reminded him of a doll a little girl once had who lived near him back in the city. Thank the spirits he had one eye still in his head, though.

"Mr. Kirkland, you look splendid!" said the male tailor. "Master Bonnefoy has very good, and might I add, very expensive tastes! All the ladies and men will simply adore you!"

"Oh yeah…they'll adore me alright." 'Just put up with it for a bit, Arthur. Francis DID fix a problem you had when you asked him, so be nice. Spirits above, how I hate this.'

"Are you ready for your other gifts?" Asked the female tailor.

"Other gifts?" Arthur raised a brow. "H-How many more do I have?"

"See for yourself!" The male tailor motioned for his female assistant to gather the boxes. Arthur watched as she brought them over one by one. There were five in total. "Shall we open them for you?"

"Uh…sure?"

Arthur watched as the first box, the largest one, was opened. The woman took out a brown fur cloak. Arthur felt it, recognizing the fur as rabbit. It was expertly done and very soft, which he rather enjoyed. Arthur put it around his shoulders, looking himself over in the mirror. It was really nice…and he did like to wear furs. The next box was a smaller one, but inside were a pair of white shoes with a small emerald on the top. Arthur's first thought was that white would show so much dirt, then he realized they were 'manor' shoes to wear inside. The third was a simple gold chain and the fourth an emerald studded gold wristband. Finally the fifth one was a basket. Arthur looked at it with confusion, being it was so different from the other gifts.

"This is a special basket!" said the woman, "Its weave is so tight you can hold water in it! Master Bonnefoy thought you would find some uses for it."

"I can, actually." Arthur was surprised at the thoughtful gifts Francis had given him. The only gift he did not like was the hair makeover. He really did not need all these gifts. Or rather, he did not deserve such gifts from a man he tried to kill. Francis was being overly nice, and Arthur's first thought was 'what does he want'? Then he thought better of it, for maybe Francis really was just giving him gifts to be nice. The nobleman could be overly friendly and very giving when he wanted to be. "I will go and thank him now."

"He'll love you!" said the man.

"Oh, I'm sure he will."

Arthur made sure to put everything on before leaving the dressing room to find Francis. He had to admit that the material of the clothing was soft against his skin; he liked it. The tailors also did not question all the tattoos on his body, which is always a good thing. He enjoyed the fur cloak the most, stroking at its softness as he walked. However, he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings and did not see the group of servants watching him. He kept staring at the wristband, having moved on from the fur. That was when he was suddenly tripped, toppling roughly to the ground. He gave a groan and looked up at the five people surrounding him, two women and three men. Each one was a slave with the same matching collars. Arthur felt somewhat worried by their numerous presence with each one wearing the same angry face. "Can I help you?" He asked calmly, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of getting a rise out of him.

"Those are some nice things you've got there, slave." said the brown haired male. "So just what did you do to make Master Bonnefoy shower you with such pretty things?"

'Really? Seriously?' Arthur thought to himself, and then got up to sit on his rump with a glare. "I did nothing to obtain these gifts. Master Bonnefoy just gave them to me. I didn't ask for them."

The first blonde woman scoffed. "Please! Do you take us for fools? No slave in this house, or any other house, gets such wonderful gifts without having done something to deserve them."

"And what would Master Bonnefoy see in you?" Asked the second woman. "Some backwoods slut with only squirrels for friends!"

"Hm, let's think about this." Arthur smirked and tapped his fingertips together. "Perhaps Master Bonnefoy enjoys a slave that plays hard to get rather than spreading their legs and lifting their hips just on sight. Has anyone ever thought of that?"

One of the males growled. "How dare you speak to us like that! You're just some leaf eater from the woods! Don't speak to your superiors that way!"

"I'm sorry, what makes you superior? At least I know how to keep my balls inside my pants." Arthur pointed to the man's groin area, which the tie and flap had been left open. He smirked as the man turned and fumbled to fix himself. "Face it, bastards, this woodsman has more class than you."

Those words turned out to be a big mistake. The next thing he knew, someone had kicked him in the back and another in his face. Arthur hit the floor, still in surprised shock as the five slaves started physically assaulting him. He did not have a chance to defend himself, for any chance of attack he had was immediately shot down by some sort of punch or kick. The assault only stopped when one of the slave masters hollered to break it up. The slaves all scrambled, leaving Arthur a heaping pile of pain on the stone floor. He held his stomach and coughed violently, trying to catch his breath. His ears were ringing, his guts throbbing, and his heart pounding.

This was another reason why he hated the human race that wasn't on his side. These 'slaves' chose to attack him rather than share in the fact that they are one in the same while in this house. They are all slaves. However, out of their own greed and jealousy, they chose to attack him. Arthur was not mad at Francis for he had no clue that other slaves would jump him like so. Francis was being nice, and Arthur was certain noblefolk never gave gifts to slaves. Still, this cruel deed would not go unpunished. Arthur would first talk to Francis about it before taking matters into his own hands. He already had some devilish ideas.

He stood while holding his sides, making his way to Francis' room. No one else had bothered him on the way. Once at the door, which was still surrounded by potted plants, Arthur gave a gentle knock. 'Come in' came Francis' voice from behind the door. Arthur opened it fully, and immediately the smell of mellow grass hit his nose. His nostrils crinkled, and then gave a little sneeze.

"Aw, that was cute." Francis turned and smiled lazily at him, daintily holding the long skinny pipe. The nobleman was lounging back on his pillow chair, looking Arthur up and down. "I have such good taste. It's true what they say, you can decorate a snake."

Arthur frowned, his heavy eyebrow twitching. "No one actually says that. You just made it up." He closed the door behind him. "While I appreciate your gifts, they just got me assaulted by a group of jealous slaves."

"Are you seriously hurt?" Arthur shook his head. "Then let them be jealous. I will punish them later; just point the culprits out to me. So, let them be jealous. Look at how beautiful you are."

"Men are not beautiful!"

Francis threw his arms out. "I am! And I'm not afraid to say it! A beautiful swan just floating along the evening sky with only the moonlight on their wings and the stars to guide their way."

Arthur walked over to him. "Just how much mellow grass have you been smoking?"

"Not enough." He chuckled. "Seriously though, you look lovely."

"With this hair I look like a little girl's doll!"

"Nonsense! I simply had them fix your hair."

"There was nothing wrong with it."

"My sweet, there was a LOT wrong with it." Arthur growled at him. "You're too tense. Come, sit beside me and share in some relaxation."

"Mellow grass should be used for medicinal purposes; to ease pain and tension. It shouldn't be used for fun."

"Have you ever tried some?" Arthur shook his head. "Then how do you know you won't like it?" Francis smirked. "Or are you afraid?"

Arthur's defenses went up immediately. "I'm not afraid!"

"Then join me."

Arthur grumbled, but walked over to sit next to Francis on the pillow chair that was big enough for the both of them. (Something he found unnecessary.) Francis held the pipe out to him, making green eyes cross to focus on the instrument. A thin stream of smoke exited from the open base of the pipe. While his stomach and body still ached from the assault, passing up a medicinal remedy for the pain was an acceptation. Taking the pipe in his hands, Arthur brought the narrow part to his mouth and inhaled. He had smoked simple grass before, but never this type. It felt no different.

"I'm unimpressed."

Francis chuckled. "You have to keep doing it." He wrapped his arm around Arthur's shoulders. "Don't be afraid." Francis smiled when Arthur did not push him away. He would wait until Arthur became more relaxed before pressing on. Francis loved how clean Arthur smelt with the oils and soap. Green is the perfect color for him, matching his eyes and that wilderness personality. The fur cloak fit the other perfectly and he loved the feel of it beneath his fingers. Now if only he could get Arthur out of those clothes and only wear the cloak for him. "Good, just like that." Francis approved of the heavy puff Arthur took.

"It's not unpleasant…"

"It's from the earth. Your spirits want us to feel happy so they allow it to grow."

"That's not how it works, but whatever." He took another puff, feeling his shoulders start to loosen a bit. The back of his throat felt tingly and his head grew fuzzy. Neither one of the issues were actually causing any harm. With the next inhale, Arthur could feel the pain numbing itself and his limbs become light.

"There's a smile." Francis noticed the corners of Arthur's lips curling.

He took the pipe from Arthur and had another puff himself before handing it back. The look on Arthur's face told Francis that it was safe to begin with the 'coaxing' of Arthur Kirkland. Francis had actually taken the time to do some reading on the mating rituals of animals, since he tended to identify Arthur as one. He came across the snake species and took great interest in reading it. There were a few similarities between Arthur and the snake when it came to mating. Arthur was the female snake, ready and waiting but completely unwilling to proceed with the process. The male would have to hold the female down and struggle or wrestle to keep her in place. That would be him, trying to coax and hold Arthur down while the other fought to get away. But everything always works out in the end.

"Why are you touching me?" Arthur suddenly asked, but in a soft tone.

"It's the fur…just the softness of it pleases me. Do you like your gifts, Arthur? I think everyone deserves something nice for once in their lives."

Arthur gave a little nod. "Yes, well, I suppose that's true. I do thank you for the gifts, but they are more than I need. You know damn well I hate such material goods."

"Hm…" He nuzzled Arthur's ear. "Then maybe you should take all these things off and go naked, just like the animals do in the wild."

Green eyes rolled, but Arthur was smiling. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Francis gave a charming, roguish grin. "If you only wear the fur, you'll almost be like an animal."

"So you want to fondle an animal?" Arthur snickered. "Just go to the stables for that, you oddity."

The nobleman pouted playfully. "But I want you."

"Of course you do." Arthur turned to face Francis. "Isn't that what you are trying to win by giving me these gifts and smokes?"

"And if I was?" Francis moved his face closer. "What would be your answer? Have I not done everything you've asked of me?"

Arthur's answer came with a kiss, pushing forward to meet soft lips. He let Francis take the lead in the kiss, allowing the other to gentle massage lips with his own. Arthur gave a soft moan at the gentle kiss from Francis, finding it to be strangely erotic. Alfred was always rough with kissing him, but Francis was indeed more skilled. He felt the other's hands slowly pull at the leather tie holding the cloak closed. Arthur felt it loosen around his shoulders and slip down to fall onto the pillow chair. He allowed Francis to urge him down onto his back while the other rests half his body on top. Even though Arthur's legs were free, he could still feel Francis' growing erection pressing against his thigh. Another moan escaped his lips when Francis pulled away to move to his neck. Arthur tilted to the side and shivered as the tiny, ghostly kisses sensually tickled his skin. Francis started to stroke Arthur's arm and shoulders; something that would normally bother him only let his arousal to awaken. Francis was going too slow from him. "Go faster." He whispered out.

"No," Francis whispered against his neck. "This is called 'loving' and 'being worshipped'. Allow me to do so."

Arthur took the pipe from its tableside stand and puffed. "You have only until the count of ten to make me excited to have you. If not, then I push you away. And it starts now. One…" he moaned when Francis bit his shoulder lightly, "two…" then gasped when a hand rest against his groin. Francis started to use his palm to massage the heated area. The rubbing was gentle, so Arthur found himself liking it enough to spread his legs a little wider. "Three…"

"Don't even bother trying to count 'three', I've already won." Francis smiled and kissed him again, pushing his tongue past willing lips. Arthur tasted like the mellow grass, which was better than the wilderness one the man seemed to have. When he felt the other's legs spread, Francis could resist speeding up his rubbing slightly, but would still prolong the loving. He still feared Arthur turning around to bite his head off if he touched him wrong or moved too fast. There was even the slight chance of Arthur being fully aware of what was happening and lash out in an attack when Francis was least expecting it.

"You get naked first." Arthur spoke softly, making Francis look up at him.

"Why me?"

Arthur raised a brow. "Are you shy?"

"Hardly." Francis stroked his stubble. "Why don't we both get naked instead? That seems fair, I would say."

"Would it now?" Arthur sat up with Francis. "I guess that's fair, but let's move to the bed instead."

"I agree. May I carry you?" Francis grinned and Arthur frowned.

"No. As if you could even lift me up and carry me over the threshold."

"Oh, I bet I can."

"Then try." Arthur lay patiently against the pillows while Francis slipped his arms under his body. To Arthur's mild surprise, Francis indeed lifted him from the pillow, but the taller man was slightly arched. Arthur looked at Francis' strained, slowly growing red face from his weight. Arthur couldn't help but smirk as he was clumsily carried to the bed, tipping almost once. Alfred would have lifted him like he weighed nothing at all; the man could probably lift them both at the same time.

"There." Francis panted. "I told you I could…carry you here." He brushed some hair from his face.

"Do you even have the strength to continue? Your face looks ready to pop."

"Nothing could ever stop me from making love! Now, about that 'getting naked'…" he lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his hairy chest and flawless skin. "Your turn."

Arthur looked at him momentarily before removing his own top, exposing his tribal tattoos. He could see the bulge in the front of Francis' pants, and while that would usually bother him, it only seemed to make his own arousal grow further. This urged him to take off his own pants first, but he added a little bit of playful seduction into it. It was something Alfred had always liked, so maybe Francis would like it too. Lifting his hips from the bed, Arthur kept eye contact as he slid the green pants down and to his ankles. Sure enough, he saw the flash of lust in blue eyes before Francis yanked the pants off the rest of the way. Arthur would have yelled at him, but he was too relaxed to even care. Now he was fully naked on the bed and let himself stretch out along the sheets. Francis was quickly fumbling with his pants and Arthur had to resist the urge to laugh. No he didn't. "Real smooth, Francis." He chuckled.

"Yeah, well, you'll be moaning and crying out soon enough!" Francis was finally able to drop his pants and step out of them. "Like what you see?" he posed.

"Let's be honest, there's only one part of you that is the most necessary in all this. That's all I care about."

Francis crawled over him then. "You mean to say my body is mediocre to my-"

"Yes."

"What about my gorgeous face?"

"Acceptable, but needs work."

"You are forever cruel, Arthur Kirkland."

He smirked. "Yet you keep coming back to me. Out of all these slaves and servants willing to bed you, somehow it is only me that ends up here."

Francis nuzzled Arthur's cheek. "That is curious…" he brought his hand down to roll a pink nipple, "excitedly so."

Arthur let out a light gasp. "I will…let you have your way this once, but don't think it will happen again."

"I would like nothing more." Francis smiled and moved to kiss Arthur's neck while his fingers tweaked the same nipple. Arthur was responding beautifully to him, letting out little moans and arching into his touches. Francis gently stroked every inch of Arthur's body, rubbing the rough skin and drawling out new noises from the other. He especially let his hand rub in the inside of Arthur's thigh for a short while as his lips and teeth played with the other nipple. His hand was dangerously close to Arthur's groin, but he dare not touch it just yet. He had a few more tricks up his sleeve before he would be able to let his guard down. Arthur himself was kindly stroking his back, even going so far as to tangle fingers in his long blonde locks. Francis moaned at the feeling of Arthur's hands playing with his hair, so he moved his mouth to kiss a path down Arthur's chest. "A forest god…that is what you are."

'Horny bastard.' Arthur said to himself. "You can call me a 'god' if you want."

"Then let me serve you properly, as a servant should their god." Francis had kissed his way down to the dark blonde patch of hair. "May I serve you?"

"You'd better, or else I'll leave." He liked being the boss.

Arthur closed his eyes and smiled when he felt Francis' nose tickling the hairs of his nether regions, yet was unprepared for what came next. He let out a pleasured cry as Francis brought his mouth down fully onto his erection. Arthur felt the other swallow him up without pausing, but that was not all. The palm of Francis' finger pressed against his hole, applying just the right amount of pressure that made his stomach tingle and jump. Arthur's hands flew to his face as he tried to hide his shame from not just Francis, but also from himself. Francis' mouth was hot and wet, using a tongue that should be too long for a person's mouth, stroking expertly at his groin. Even the gentle moans sending little vibrations up his shaft were nothing like that tongue massaging the underside. Arthur felt his hips arch up into Francis' mouth, seeking more of the wet warmth. While doing so, the arching forced the tip of Francis' finger to slip its way inside. Arthur was going to protest, but the other seemed to take it as an invitation to thrust in the whole digit. He let out a choked cry, nearly feeling completion arising just by the finger entering him. Arthur cried out and thrashed on the sheets as the tongue wiggled at his tip and the finger stroked deep inside. He needed more than one finger, but could not bring himself to beg.

Francis kept with the movement of his mouth, relishing in the beautiful sounds coming from his woodland lover. Arthur had let him willing invade his body, just as Francis knew he would. The other's cock was twitching within his mouth and tight muscles were clamping down around his finger. The inner muscles, however, were not only clenching but also trying to suck his finger in further. Francis allowed another finger to join the first, biting at the base of Arthur's arousal as he did. The other man let out a loud cry and arched, allowing the muscles to squeeze his fingers again. Francis began to thrust them shallowly in and out, wanting Arthur to give him permission (or command) to move faster. He knew the man would never beg for something like this, but Francis was patient and confident enough in his techniques to know that Arthur would soon let loose. The mellow grass was already helping that along.

"Stupid dumb swan!" Arthur hissed out. "Hairy fingers shouldn't feel this good…but if you don't speed it up, I swear this snake will bite those damn things off!"

Francis groaned as he let Arthur's erection drop from his mouth with a 'pop'. "My, my, touchy aren't we? All you had to do is ask nicely and I would have done just as you asked." His fingers were still inside of Arthur, alternating the tips up and down to make the inner muscles tingle further.

"You would do them anyway." He moaned out. "And I'm tired of your fingers already."

"Then what is it that you want?" Francis smirked and pressed a third finger inside to the others, making Arthur cry out in pleasure. "I'm afraid I don't know what it is that you want."

"You're…a bastard!" Arthur hissed through his teeth.

Francis slowed his fingers down to a gentle, shallow rocking. "Don't be afraid. You can tell me."

Arthur grumbled. "I want you to fuck me."

"Ah, I'm sorry but those aren't the correct words." He slowly drew his fingers out. "Try again."

"Seriously?" Arthur covered his eyes with his arms. "Then…I want you to…to make…make love to me." Saying the words was not nearly as disgusting as when he thought about them. In fact, saying the words made him feel better.

"I hope to be the only one from this day forth who makes love to you."

Arthur gazed up at him, but remained silent. Francis was expecting that, and he didn't even know what possessed him to say something so intimate. So reaching under the large pillow, Francis pulled out a vial of lube he had previously used. He let Arthur watch as he poured some onto his fingers before closing it and tossing it to the floor. Bringing his lips to Arthur's once again, Francis easily slid them inside, moving them around to fully coat the muscles. Arthur was already stretched enough, but Francis wanted this to be as special and as pleasurable for the other as it could. With what remained on his fingers he used to rub on his shaft. Pulling his lips from Arthur, Francis began to guide himself inside, searching the other's face for any sort of discomfort. There was none except for Arthur closing his eyes to moan.

"No, keep them opened." Francis said and paused in his motions. "It's very stimulating to see the pleasured face of your lover."

"Just keep moving and shut up! I don't want to!"

"Don't be afraid of me, Arthur. I'm no one to fear." Arthur's clenching heat was making it difficult for him to keep control.

"That's not it…I just…don't want to!"

"Please, Arthur?" He couldn't resist pressing the rest of the way in, enjoying the sound of Arthur's cry, but did not move once seated. "I want to see those beautiful green eyes…just like the leaves in the forest."

Arthur could feel Francis gently throbbing inside of him, and it was threatening to drive him crazy. 'Just open your eyes for him…give him that much.' Eyelids opened and looked up into blue. Francis smiled sweetly at him.

"Now those are the eyes I like to see. Thank you, my sweet. Now don't close them or I won't continue." He gave a shallow rock forward. He even took Arthur's arms and wrapped them around his shoulders. Lowering his head further, his hair cascaded in a blonde curtain framing Arthur's face. Arthur must have felt the connection too, for the other blonde flushed softly. "Remember, don't close them."

Arthur kept his eyes focused fully on Francis' once he felt the man pulling out. It was easy to keep them opened when Francis' first thrust back in was slow. Arthur moaned and lifted his legs further, hoping his movements would urge the other go faster. Instead, Francis continued the same, slow, steady pace in and out, all the while keeping eye contact. The more those blue pools gazed into his, alive with lust, the more sheepish and flustered he became. With each slow thrust, Arthur was able to feel his muscles opening to accommodate the other each time. The sensation was different and he wanted more. Not soft and gentle, but rough. Francis was showing him how to make love, and in the back of his mind, Arthur appreciated that. "Faster, Francis. Please. I need it…!"

"But am I not done properly loving you." Francis felt Arthur's hands squish his face.

"Look at me! I command that you go faster and now or I swear I will bite that neck and not in a nice WAY!" Arthur gasped when Francis suddenly thrust hard into him, striking his sweet spot. "Do that again. Now!"

"Just keep looking at me." Francis slammed into him once again and Arthur let out a loud cry, but his eyes remained opened. Francis moved Arthur's arms from around him and held them down on the bed. This enabled him to thrust faster and harder while still keeping eye contact with Arthur. The other man's face was beautifully blushed with lust and pleasure, each cry growing a bit higher than the last. Arthur had done everything he wanted; now Francis had to give it back twice as good. "You will see what makes me a good lover."

Arthur was unable to speak when it was Francis who broke eye contact to pull him close. Arthur felt the other's arms slip behind his shoulders, holding him close as the thrusting picked up. Francis kept the same rough pace, slamming into him and never missing the sweet spot. Arthur could only hang on to Francis for support as the man pounded him into the bed with enough force to bring tears to his eyes. Each thrust seemed to set off another nerve made his belly quiver and his balls twitch. His cock was rubbing against the hairy abdomen muscles of his lover, which only added more stimulation. Maybe it was the mellow grass, or maybe his own feelings, but whatever it was, Arthur could only crave more. He wanted the thrusting to never end. He never wanted Francis' tight hold to leave him.

The man suddenly lifted Arthur up by his shoulders, forcing his penetrated body to curl forward. Arthur let out a string of cries, resting his chin on the other's shoulder. The curling forced his knees higher and Francis deeper, a motion that made Arthur see stars. When the man thrust again, Arthur's head dropped back to let out his wail of pleasure as his sweet spot was struck from another angle. Once again, Francis kept the same forceful speed. Arthur felt pleasure tears leaking from his eyes and his lips curling into a smile, almost letting out a laugh. Whatever Francis had done in the beginning of their love making session had worked, for the pleasure was too intense for him to bear. The heat of climax was building in his belly, traveling up threw his body and to his brain. Arthur clenched his eyes closed and clung himself to Francis as his vision went white when orgasm hit. It was a torrent of feelings traveling through his nervous system, wringing choked sounds from his throat and shuddering his limbs. He almost let out a pleasured, relaxed laugh as wave upon wave of stress relief washed over him. Francis, however, still had a few more heavy pumps into him before the other's hot seed coated his insides. Arthur allowed a deep, sensual moan to escape his lips at the warming feeling.

"See?" Francis said with a pant, moving his body so that he could face Arthur. "I told you I was an expert lover, and all it took was some gentle loving beforehand." He kissed Arthur's cheek and gently pulled out. "I told you that you would like the soft touches and stroking. That's how you properly make love to your partner."

Arthur was still heaving and panting from his orgasm as Francis lay next to him on the bed. "Did you mean what you said? About…only you making love to me?"

"To be honest, when I first said that, I didn't know why it was said. However, when you looked at me with those green eyes and opened your heart to trust me, I had to believe it was actually true. I don't want you with anyone else, only me. You may say that is my selfish nature of being human coming out, but it's just another way to prove how much I care for you. You, a man who tried to have me killed." He nuzzled Arthur's ear.

"That's in the past." Arthur pointed out. "So please, stop talking about it."

"I will." Francis leaned over and gave him a passionate kiss, which Arthur greatly returned. "Arthur, I-!" The sound of trumpets echoed from outside, forcing both men to sit up and look out the rain covered window. "My aunt and uncle have returned! But in this weather? That's odd for them." Francis quickly got up to dress. "You must dress as well, they will want to meet you."

Arthur whined a bit, rolling over to bury himself in the numerous pillows. "Don't wanna."

"Come on, Arthur. This is important! I'm not fooling around. I didn't expect them to be back so quick."

Arthur glared. "I will remain here until I am summoned. They just got back from a long trip, I doubt they want to meet new people before first settling in. Besides, they're YOUR family." Arthur was still in the afterglow of sex.

"Ugh, fine." Francis finished dressing. "I need to speak to them about you anyway. I'll tell you more later." He went over and gave him another kiss. "I'll see you soon."

/

Arthur stood at one of the open balconies, watching as the sleet fell sideways upon the city. He had his fur cloak wrapped tightly around him for warmth. Francis had been absent for a while, probably having a lot to catch up on with his family. Arthur was growing bored waiting for them to be done. He had told one of the guards that were watching the family door to tell Francis where he was after the meeting was done. So now, Arthur was causally standing and watching the sleet…with Francis' seed still trickling from him. Before, the feeling would repulse him. Yet now, the remains on his thighs were only a pleasant reminder of the wonderful experience they had shared together. An experience, he feared, that would soon end by the look on Francis' face as the man approved. Arthur turned to him, but did not give the other a smile. "How did it go? Were they happy to see you?"

"Yes, they were. Both happy and surprised." Francis pulled his own fur cloak tighter around him. "What are you looking at?"

"The city. The world…everything." Arthur glanced at him. "You seem very quiet, Francis. Did something happen."

Francis took a deep breath. "I spoke to my family about you…yet I fear the answer was not the one I wanted."

"Which was?"

"I wanted you to remain here as my friend, servant, and lover. However, because you are a peasant…and because of how you helped to change things here…they will only have you as a slave and nothing else." Arthur frowned. "Being a true slave means that you must serve all here, which includes having sex if a higher up commands it. I know it would be foolish to ask you to stay with such a harsh lifestyle promised for you."

Both men gazed out into the sleet.

"Sadly, you're right." Arthur spoke plainly. "I don't belong here, Francis, you know that. I do not like people and their greedy, selfish ways. While you have helped to save the forest, you still will not stop the expansion of the city. I cannot live here while I hear and watch the trees die, along with the spirits."

Francis would not look at him. "I do understand, Arthur. I wish things could be different, because I want you to live with me. I want you to be with me."

"Then leave all this and come to live with me in the forest." Arthur said seriously, turning to look at the other.

Francis lowered his head. "I can't leave this life…it's really all I know and such drastic, wild living is not for me. There is so much more here…but it would be even better if you were here." He looked at Arthur with a sad smile.

"And I would like you to be with me. As annoying, hairy, fat, and ugly as you are…I could appreciate you being by my side. I doubt that will happen…it's not that we don't want it to, though."

"I agree." Francis took a deep breath. "It's a shame we recognized so much so late. Our hearts belong to different places, but our love is the same."

Arthur scoffed lightly. "You call it 'love' so quickly."

"I know it more than you do. And I know you feel it, too. You're just a stubborn jackass."

"And you are a greedy whoremonger."

"Who will whoremonger no more if a certain snake promises to visit me from time to time?" Francis moved closer to him. Arthur raised an amused brow at him. "Sometimes this swan can get a little out of control and needs a quick bite from a snake to keep it in check."

"Hmm…the snake is willing to do so, if the swan will take the chance to dirty its pretty white feathers and come visit the snake in the woods?"

Francis wrapped his arm around Arthur's shoulder, forcing the other to lean in to him. "The swan would be delighted."

"Once I find a place to live nearby the outskirts of the city, far enough away, I will come back and show you where I live. That way, you know where to come."

"And before you leave, allow me to write you a parchment pass that will grant you constant access to the city to visit me." Arthur nodded. "But wait, what about if something happens to either of us?"

"That's just the chance we'll have to take." Arthur said. "But I promise you that I will always be here. It's you I worry about. You're always drunk and 'feeling good' that you may just roll out of bed and break your neck."

"Then you must come and visit me more often then."

"Don't count on it." Arthur smirked up at him. "You come to me more often. I don't come to you."

Francis chuckled. "You know what; I wouldn't have it any other way, Arthur. Is this some witchcraft of yours? Have you placed a spell on me or something to make me like this?"

"No, I'm just that amazing, apparently. I'll leave when the sleet slows down. Don't expect to see me for awhile because it will take a long time to build my house."

"I will be waiting anxiously for your return, my beautiful little forest sprite."

"Pompous jackass."

The End

Epilogue:

Spring had finally come to the forest, lining the ground with green grass and wildflowers. Arthur exited his hut and stretched in the sunlight, smiling at the wonderful sounds of nature. It had been a very long winter, but Arthur had braved them before. He was happy being in the woods once again where the trees and animals were proud to have him. Due to the heavy snow, many of the animals had hibernated or left for the winter but were now all coming back. However, there was one problem that Arthur concerned, and that was Francis. He had not seen in the man in more than a month, yet he knew it was due to the heavy snow making traveling difficult. Francis would get lost.

Instead of worrying about it (like he always did) Arthur set to work on chopping wood. There was always work that had to be done, and keeping focused kept his mind off of Francis. When he tried to sleep, his thoughts were heavy with Francis. Was the man sick? Was he hurt? Did something happen? He didn't like being away from Francis for so long, but living in the city was just something he could not bring himself to do. He would just have to wait for Francis to come. So all he could do was keep his mind distracted with hard work. The sound of the wood splitting drowned out a voice calling for him. When he paused to grab another piece of wood, he heard the familiar voice.

"ARTHUR!" It was the playful, sing-song voice of Francis.

Arthur grinned madly and rushed towards the small ravine where his hut was built; looking down the slope to see Francis's smiling face. The man was proudly perched atop the unicorn and held a bouquet of wildflowers. "Is my little snake done hibernating for the winter? Care to fly south with me?"

"It's about time, you lousy jackass!" He tossed the axe behind him and hurried down the slope to his one true love, Francis, with the wind at his back.

The End.

***Well, there you have it, folks! I kept the ending happy! Isn't that amazing? Lol! My last few fics have been dark and depressing, so I thought I would throw happiness a bone this time. Trust me, I had a very sad way to end this fic, and it was quite an inner battle. But I am very pleased with how the happy ending turned out. Thanks again for reading everyone! –CreamPuffBunny***
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