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Sexual Monster	By : starrose17 Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 3280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Hetalia, and I am making no money from this.

Chapter List
- 1-Sexual Monster
- 2-chapter 2
- 1
- 2
Title: Sexual Monster (chapters 1 of 2)

Pairings/Characters: America/England (England/America in the 2^nd chapter XD), France.

Genre: Romance/fluff

Rating: Very very very very (did I mention very?) NC-17!

Summary: Even though they�d been in a relationship for 6 months, America, concerned he is always the one to initiate sexual relations between him and England, goes to France for advice.

Warnings: I�ve been watching too much pRon, and this is the result ^__^. So warnings for graphic descriptions of sex and, of course, France needs his own warning (for mentions of sex toys). I haven�t written an NC-17 fic for 3 and half years, so let�s see if I�ve still got it! Pretty much PWP, but there is a little amount of plot in there...somewhere! lol

　

Sexual Monster

�En -ga -laaand!� Alfred called out in a sing song voice, grinning to himself as he entered Arthur�s living room.
He and Arthur had been official lovers for almost 6 months (official being the time they�d actually had sex for the first time, after all they�d been dancing around each other for years). This meant Alfred always had an excuse to visit as often as possible and stay for as long as possible. Today his flight had been delayed and he arrived at Arthur�s house at nearly 12.30 at night. He�d called Arthur earlier telling him not to worry about meeting him at the airport, and that he�d simply be there as soon as possible. A part of Alfred wanted to find Arthur fast asleep in bed all cute and vulnerable looking, where as another part of him (the bigger part) wanted to find him waiting for him impatiently, sexual frustration having built up over the past 3 weeks away so he would have pounced on him the second Alfred walked the through the front door.
However, having not been pounced on, and looking around and finding his little blond country not anywhere on the ground floor of his house, Alfred tipped toed up the stairs and gently peeked through the bedroom door.
Arthur was sitting on the bed in his pale blue pyjama�s, back against the headboard, a book open on his lap, and his head resting slightly to one side against the wall as he slept.
Alfred grinned to himself again, quietly entering the room. It was a shame Arthur wasn�t waiting for him ready for some immediate love, but he was so cute sitting there, it didn�t really matter. He paused momentarily when a squeaky floorboard broke the silence, but the older country didn�t move, so he continued to quietly make his way to the end of the bed,. Once there he removed his bomber jacket letting it fall to the floor, and he gently crawled onto the bed, the duvet already pushed to one side where Arthur sat.
�Arthur�� he whispered gently, the bed dipping as he slowly crawled over Arthur�s legs. He removed the book from his lap and placed it on the bedside table, before crawling further up, arm�s now resting on the bed by Arthur�s hips where he sat. Alfred leant over and brushed his lips ever so gently over Arthur�s right cheek, �Arthur��
A small frown creased his eyebrows, but otherwise Arthur�s eyes remained closed. So Alfred brushed his lips over his cheek again, kissing softly downwards and over his jaw, removing his own glasses as he did and dropping them somewhere on the table.
His tongue darted outwards against the hot skin of Arthur�s neck, �I�m back��

�Mm�.� the small sleepy groan rumbled in Arthur�s throat, before his eyes slowly fluttered open.
�Alfred?� he asked quietly, Alfred still kissing his neck, one hand now sneakily un-doing the top button on Arthur�s pyjama shirt. �You�re here.� Arthur yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he did, �What are you doing?�
�What does it look like I�m doing?� Alfred murmured against his neck, licking his skin hungrily, before leaning upwards again and nibbling at the top of his ear.
Arthur bushed faintly, but his body was still half asleep, �Nnn, not now.� he murmured, placing his hand over the one that was trying to get underneath his shirt, �Today�s been a pain in the arse, I am glad you�re here but I�d rather just sleep right now.�
�Awww don�t say that.� Alfred pouted, leaning back a little and looking into Arthur�s sleepy eyes, �I�ve been looking forward to this the whole flight over.�
He leant in to kiss him, licking Arthur�s bottom lip before pressing their lips together. Arthur let him for a moment, before he turned his head away, sinking slightly further down onto the bed.
�I�m serious.� he said, a slight annoyed tone in his voice, �We�ll do it in the morning,� he yawned again, �I promise.�
As Arthur lay beneath him, head on the pillow and eyes closed, Alfred looked down at him with that pout still plastered on his face, before a small smile graced his lips instead.
�Ya know that�s not the first time you�ve said that.� he smiled, still leaning over him.
�It�s not the first time I�ve meant it either.� Arthur responded.
�D�ya remember what happened the last time you said that?�
Arthur�s answer was his returning blush. �No.� he lied.
Alfred grinned, �Yes you do.�
He gently lowered himself down, supporting his weight on his elbows as his whole body came in contact with Arthur�s.
Arthur opened one eye and peered up at him, �I said not now.�
�And I said I�d been looking forward to it for hours.� Alfred smiled back, brushing his thumb over Arthur�s forehead, moving a few bangs of hair as he did. Keeping eye contact, he leant down and softly kissed his lips, his other hand moving up underneath Arthur�s shirt.
�Alfred, I sa- ah!�
Alfred brushed over Arthur�s left nipple, the blush on his protesting face deepening. Alfred grinned again, leaning down and resuming his kissing attack on his neck, his hand un-doing the rest of the buttons, moving the fabric away exposing his chest. He continued down, licking over his collarbone, and could feel Arthur�s breathing become slightly more ragged.
�You have no idea how long these past 3 weeks have been.� Alfred said quietly, placing light little butterfly kisses all over his chest, �I can�t wait until the morning.�
To emphasise his point he gently grinded his hips against Arthur�s, a prominent erection very evident, and Arthur�s throat betrayed a groan of pleasure.
�You know you really are a little-�
Alfred began to chuckle and he looked up, �Well you have to admit you�re not really putting up much of a fight.�
Arthur glared at him. �I�m just too tired to put up a fight.�
Alfred smiled, leaning down and whispering against his lips, �Then let me ravish you.� He licked over Arthur�s lips again before his tongue slid between them, Arthur�s eyes closing in a treachery, his cock equally betraying his protests as it throbbed against Alfred�s in response to the intrusion.
They did nothing but kiss for a moment, Alfred slowly willing Arthur�s reluctant tongue into action, and it wasn�t long before Arthur had his hands in Alfred�s hair, his tongue sliding over the American�s with a feverish need. Alfred took this opportunity to let his hand slide down Arthur�s side, feather light fingertips brushing against his hip, before he pressed gently against Arthur�s hardening cock through the fabric of his pyjama bottoms, gaining another groan from Arthur�s throat and his legs opening a little wider in response.
�Alfred�� he whispered breathlessly against his lips, and Alfred smiled warmly.
�Isn�t so bad is it?�
Arthur raised one eyebrow, �You know the more you talk the more likely I�m going to start telling you to bugger off again.�
Alfred grinned, placed one more quick kiss to Arthur�s lips, before swooping down and removing Arthur�s pyjama bottoms in one swoop.
�Al-!� Arthur started to squeak, but as quickly as he�d removed them, Alfred was suddenly kissing the inside of his thighs, one hand across his abdomen, the other massaging his hip.
The blush on Arthur�s cheeks deepened, his head on the pillow looking down at how close Alfred was to the area that was very much now asking for attention. Alfred continued to only pay attention to the sensitive skin on the his thighs, climbing aching slow upward, his fingers dancing, teasing, over the skin on his stomach, never going lower.
Arthur swallowed the lump in throat, still watching Alfred�s every move, before finally, Alfred�s blue eyes looked up at his, that golden smile on his face, and he leant forward placing an all too sweet kiss to the tip of his cock. Arthur let out a breath of air he hadn�t realised he�d been holding, his eyes darkening still as Alfred wrapped one hand around the base, wetting his lips before ghosting them across his length, the tip of his tongue teasingly wet, and it was only at Arthur�s impatient and very needy sounding groan did Alfred finally open his mouth, sliding over the tip. He massaged it with his tongue for a moment, swirling it around the head, before sliding further downwards.
Arthur�s head fell back against the pillow, the back of his left hand over his mouth, his right automatically reaching for the back of Alfred�s head.
�Oh God�� he moaned onto his hand, as Alfred began to move, bobbing his head up and down, feeling that hot wet tongue pressing against his flesh as he moved. �Ohhh you really are good at this.�
�Mmm hmmm��
The vibration from Alfred throat against his cock made Arthur gasp then moan out loud, his hips automatically raising upwards, his hand on Alfred�s head gripping his hair a little tighter.
Alfred absolutely loved doing this to Arthur, he was an expert after all, or at least always said to himself that he was with the way he�d have Arthur groaning out his name all the time.
Alfred placed one hand on Arthur�s hip keeping him against the bed, while the other, palm down, slid across his stomach and up his chest until his fingertips touched Arthur�s chin. Removing the back of his hand from his mouth, Arthur looked down to see Alfred�s blue eyes staring up at him as he lavished over his cock, and Arthur watched straight back as Alfred slid two fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them softly, still watching as Alfred pulled away from his cock before bending lower and taking long wet licks from the base to the tip, as if he was enjoying his most favourite ice cream. If it was possible Arthur�s blush deepened even further, still sucking on Alfred�s fingers, small little whimpers escaping him as the heat built within him.
�Al..� he tried to say, but it was difficult with two fingers in his mouth. Soon enough though Alfred removed his fingers, both dripping with salvia, and Arthur knew exactly what was happening next.
Placing one last sloppy kiss on the tip of his cock, Alfred hooked his arm underneath Arthur�s right knee and lifted it up, Arthur already moving his left leg. Alfred leant over and buried his face at Arthur�s neck, suckling his skin as he ghosted his two wet fingers across Arthur�s entrance. Arthur gasped at the feeling, his head back against the pillow, feeling Alfred�s lips move against his skin as he spoke;
�You are so unbelievingly hot.� he said, as he pushed both fingers smoothly inside, Arthur letting a low groan rumble in his throat at the sensation.
�A-Alfred�.� he breathed, biting his bottom lip at the feeling of his fingers moving inside him, �I will never�.never know�where you got this talent from�argh, fuck��
Alfred lifted his head from Arthur�s neck and now looked straight into his dark green eyes, that beautiful blush spread across his cheeks, those small little gasps and groans of pleasure at what he was doing to him. Arthur was too embarrassed to stare back at him for long, and he closed his eyes, biting his lip again.
Alfred, his own normally bright blue eyes darkened with pleasure too, slid his tongue between those lips once again and kissed him deeply, moving his fingers deeper and spreading them wider, causing Arthur to moan and then gasp into his mouth when his fingers brushed over that sweet spot inside him. Seeing Arthur�s body shudder in that moments pleasure just sent a shockwave down to Alfred�s own straining cock which, as Alfred was still fully clothed, really was straining against the confines of his trousers.
Arthur grabbed a fist full of Alfred�s shirt pulling him even closer when his fingers once again brushed against that spot inside him, and he groaned desperately against his lips, �Please��
The very first time Alfred had heard Arthur gasp that simple little word like that had almost made him cum where he�d been laying. He�d never thought he�d ever hear anything so gorgeous in his life. It may take while to get the blushing complaining country to comply, but once he�d got lost in the pleasure he was being given he was an entirely different person.
Still, that was the cue, and Alfred knelt up between Arthur�s legs, un-doing the zipper on his own trousers ad letting his hard cock spring forth. Seeing Arthur like this, legs spread wide, face flushed, breathing heavy, eyes dark and trusting, he was everything and more that he could have wanted.
Rising Arthur�s hips so they rested just on the top of his knees, Alfred placed the tip of his cock at his entrance, held down Arthur�s right thigh with his other hand, and slowly pushed forward.
He was so tight, as always, and Arthur once again threw his head back against his pillow, his hands clutching the bed sheets beneath him, a long groan, almost a growl, falling from his lips.
�Ahh, ugh, A-Alfred!� he panted, but Alfred was having his own blissful moment, completely sheathed in that tight hotness.
After a moment, if only to let Arthur get used to his size, Alfred hooked his other arm around Arthur�s left leg, pulled out a short way, then plunged back in again.
�Agggh! Ohh��
�Arthur�� Alfred bit his lip at the feel of that pleasure, moving once again, slowly getting a rhythm going.
Arthur really was beginning to get lost to the pleasure, the headboard beginning to bang against the wall behind it as Alfred sped up his thrusts, and eventually he hid his eyes behind the back of his arm, mouth hanging open gasping Alfred�s name and moaning unintelligible words as Alfred pounded him harder and faster, mercilessly lost to the heat surrounding his cock.
�Oh�God�� Alfred clenched his teeth, eyes closing tight as he felt that familiar heat building up inside him, his hands still holding Arthur�s� legs wide
�Al�fred�argh�ahhh�. fuck�A-A-Alfr-�� Tears were now leaking from the corners of Arthur�s eyes, strangled gasps of ecstasy tumbling from his lips. As Alfred looked down at him, skin flushed, beads of sweat dripping down his thighs, he couldn�t take it anymore and let go of his legs, leaning over him, never losing his pounding rhythm as he moved Arthur�s arm from over his eyes and crashed their lips together, his hand wrapping around Arthur�s cock and pumping it in time to his thrusts.
Arthur couldn�t kiss him back properly with every pleasurable nerve in his body being assaulted all at once. He could do nothing but cry out against his lips, almost tearing Alfred�s shirt where he gripped fistfuls of the fabric. Over and over and over again would Alfred slam against that bundle of nerves inside him, and every time he�d be pumping his cock just as hard, the pre-cum seeping forth making Alfred�s hand slippery and wet against the flesh, which just made it even better. His gasps and moans turned into full cries of ecstasy, before the pressure finally overflowed. He threw his head back screaming Alfred�s name, cum spraying all over his stomach and chest, body arching upwards as Alfred still pounded him relentlessly. It was only a few seconds later when Alfred, his face buried against Arthur�s neck, groaned loudly through clenched teeth, eyes screwed tightly shut as he too finally rode out his own orgasm, Arthur clenched tightly around him.
Collapsing against the older country, Alfred lay there, panting, Arthur equally as inebriated from his high. Alfred felt Arthur�s hand slowly running through his hair, and he smiled, feeling Arthur�s gradually slowing breaths beneath him. Raising his head, he looked down into those dark green orbs and smiled again.
�Aren�t you glad we didn�t wait until the morning?� he smiled breathlessly.
Arthur flushed a little with annoyance, but it quickly dispersed, and he smiled just a small little affectionate smile.
�You horny bastard.�
Alfred licked his own lips cheekily and grinned, before kissing the tip of Arthur�s nose and gently moving off him, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him onto his chest as he lay back on the bed, cuddling him like he was his own personal giant teddy bear.
�We can still do it in the morning too right?�
Arthur whacked him over the head.
----

Alfred sat at the table during the meeting, leaning his elbows on the table with his head in his hands, for once not enthusiastic about anything. He stared across at Arthur as he listened to whatever it was that Germany was currently talking about, and sighed.
The past week with Arthur had been awesome as usual, but there was something niggling at the back of his mind, something that he didn�t know what to do with, and had decided that at today�s meeting he�d have to corner someone during the break and ask for someone�s advice, someone who would know what they were talking about, someone who knew lots about�well�sex.
He glanced over at France.
He could almost feel a dark cloud drift over his head.
Still, in comparison to nearly everyone here, Alfred was the one with the least relationship experience, so it wouldn�t be too strange to ask for some advice right? Even from France�
Suddenly everyone began to rise from their chairs, and Alfred guessed that a break had been called. He remained in his char and watched as Arthur walked up to Kiku, talking about something out of ear shot as they and most of the others walked out the door, presumably to get some fresh air or coffee (or tea in their cases). The only ones left were Germany, France, and Italy. This would be the perfect opportunity if Germany and Italy would just leave, when all of a sudden Italy exclaimed his classic �PAASTAAA!� at the top of his voice, grabbed Germany�s reluctant arm, and ran out the room.
Awesome! He was alone with France!

Never did he think he�d be pleased to think that.
Biting his lip, he ran over in his mind one last time whether or not this was actually a good idea. After all it wasn�t that much of a problem, but then again, it was something that was constantly bothering him a little, so maybe it wouldn�t hurt to ask. Everyone knew that he and Arthur were together anyway, so at least there wouldn�t be any embarrassment saying that out loud to France. So, taking a steadying breath, he rose from his chair.
�Um, Francis�I�ve got a problem.�
Alfred looked sheepishly over at the flamboyant country, who was currently eyeing some pretty girls walking by the window to the conference room.
�Hmm?� Francis queried, turning around to face the younger country.
Alfred shoved his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket, scuffing his right foot against the floor in a very awkward manner, avoiding all eye contact, �I�m totally going to regret this but�I need some advice, some�.sexual�advice.�
In a flash Francis had grabbed Alfred�s arm, pulled him in front of a chair and pushed on his shoulders for him to sit down. Barely a second later he was sitting on the chair next to him, holding both of Alfred�s hands in his own, and staring at him with a mixed look of parentally helpfulness and perverted curiosity.
�Whatever it is, whatever your problem I assure you I will have the answer! What�s wrong? Problems in the bedroom? Ejaculation coming too early? Can�t get it up at all or-�
�NO!� Alfred yelled, his face bright red, �No nothing like that!� He�d been right, he was regretting this already, �It�s, it�s just�something with Arthur that�s, I dunno, it�s kinda-�
�Oo is he wanting to use sexual toys in the bedroom and you�re not really sure what to think? I�d recommend the vibrating but plug it really-�
�Will you shut up and listen!!!� Alfred didn�t want to hear those things coming from Francis, he was disturbing enough already! He took a deep breath, Francis still watching him curiously, though the strange smirk on his face wasn�t helping, and he started again. �Look, it�s something I�ve noticed when it comes to�initiating it.� he said quietly, not entirely sure how to phrase this, but deciding it was probably best not to beat around the bush, this was France after all, �I mean, you know Arthur and I have been together for quite a while now and every time we have sex it�s always me who goes to him, he never comes to me, never the one to start it. It was really cute at first, the way he�d try to deny my advances before giving in, and it still is, but�but it�s making me wonder if he really wants me�like that.� he emphasised, trying not to look at Francis as he said it, � It�s always me who seems to want it�it�s making me feel like I�m pressuring him or something, and I don�t like the feeling.�
Francis slowly let go of Alfred�s hands and instead rested his elbow in one hand and scratched his chin with the other.
�Well, from my experience there�s a very simple solution to that.�
�There is?� Alfred blinked.
Francis winked at him, �Don�t be fooled by Arthur�s little innocently shy routine, I keep on trying to convince everyone that he is the most perverted one of all of us, and besides, once you get him to bed he does go rather wild as I�m sure you know.�
Alfred couldn�t help but grin a little and rubbed the back of his head, a small blush on his cheeks, �Well, yeah he does get carried awa-�wait how do you know that?� he suddenly asked.
For a moment Francis had the expression of a deer caught in headlights, before he smiled and flicked his hair, �Oh just something that happened a few years back, let�s just say hidden cameras and the internet and leave it at that. Now about your problem��
Alfred sweat dropped and tried to keep the mental image of that entire situation out of his mind, especially when it evolved to what Francis would most likely have been doing, to himself, in front of that computer, and made a mental note to double check every possible hiding place in his and Arthur�s bedroom for hidden cameras.
�Yeah, so what do I do?� Alfred continued on, totally ignoring Francis� statement.
�Easy. Behind his uptight appearance, Arthur is a little sexual deviant. He doesn�t come to you because he knows you always come to him. He likes to think he�s the one in control because you can�t resist him and can�t stay away. All you need to do, is not approach him for sex.�
��..that�s stupid.� Alfred frowned.
�I didn�t say this was going to be easy,� Francis smiled, �you�ll have to control your own sexual feelings for now. When he realises you�re ignoring him in that department, his little sexual monster will escape and he�ll come running to you begging for some love. Trust me, don�t feed the fire and you�ll make him want you so desperately you�ll probably end up having the best sex of your life, with him demanding it.�
Alfred still looked rather sceptical, �I dunno�that sounds kinda mean��
�Do you want to find out if he really wants you sexually or not?�
Alfred squirmed in his seat, �Well�yeah, but��
�Then this is the best way! Trust me.� he winked.
Trust Francis?
Alfred sighed. He really must be desperate.
�Alright, I�ll try it, but don�t you DARE mention this conversation to Arthur! Ever! If he found out I was asking you about this he�d-�
�I know I know� Francis grinned, waving his hand dismissively, �My lips are sealed America.�
----
It had now been 7 days since Alfred put the plan into action.
On the 1st day Alfred had simply kissed Arthur goodnight where he stood in the kitchen, and gone straight up to bed. He did notice a slightly wide-eyed surprised look in Arthur�s eyes that Alfred wasn�t trying to rip his shirt of his back, but other than that Arthur hadn�t done a thing. He�d come up to bed later, got under the covers and went to sleep.
The 2^nd day passed without anything either, until they went to bed. As he lay with his back to Arthur in the dark, he was sure he could feel Arthur turning his head to look over at him, before resting it back down. Alfred couldn�t help but feel a slight and sudden pang of guilt rip through his chest, but he squashed it down telling himself this was for the best.
On the 3^rd day as Alfred kissed him good morning over breakfast, Arthur definitely clung to his shirt a little tighter than normal, forcing their kiss to last out longer, pressing his body against his. Alfred managed to stop himself from smiling into the kiss at the thought that maybe this was working after all.
However it was on the 4th day, where Alfred should have realised that something was wrong.
�Alfred, is�are you okay?�
Alfred looked up from the magazine he was reading on the sofa, half a doughnut in his mouth, to see Arthur standing beside him with a small crease to his eyebrows and his eyes looking slightly�sad. Alfred blinked at the strange expression, before taking the doughnut out of his mouth and smiling brightly, �I�m awesome! Why d�ya ask?�
Arthur paused, looking uncomfortable, before he turned and walked away, �It�s nothing.�
On the 5^th day, Alfred found himself almost pouncing on Arthur when he walked into the living room late one evening to find Arthur sprawled out on the sofa in his sexy butler outfit. He had his eyes closed, and Alfred couldn�t tell if he was really asleep or only pretending to be. Either way he had to resist, and he swallowed the large lump in his throat and quickly left the room, hoping Arthur hadn�t noticed he�d come in, and ran up to the bathroom to deal with the straining pressure in his underwear before Arthur came up to bed. A part of him wondered if Arthur had dressed like that deliberately for him, but then once before when Arthur had got drunk he�d randomly worn that outfit for no other reason, other than being drunk. Alfred tried to think if he�d seen any beer bottles or anything around the sofa, but he couldn�t think of anything but the mostly naked Arthur laying there, and he wasn�t going to go back down there to check either. But, he must have been drunk, Arthur had never dressed like that for him before�
On the 6^th day, things got worse. This time as Alfred lent in to give him a kiss in the morning, Arthur walked straight past him without even a glance. Alfred could see a mixture of anger and sorrow in his eyes, but he didn�t understand why. This wasn�t really working to plan, Francis assured him Arthur would be all over him, but all this seemed to be doing was making him sad. He�d give it one more day, and if nothing happened, he�d have to stop.
The 7^th day was another meeting, and once again Arthur had completely ignored him. During the entire meeting Arthur didn�t say a word to anyone unless he was asked, and that pang of guilt was once again stabbing at Alfred�s chest. Arthur was ignoring him just like yesterday, but there was something different today. The anger in his eyes had gone, and had been replaced with something that Alfred was sure looked like�fear. Fear and sadness.
Alfred glanced across at Francis only to the find the country staring back at him, giving him a grin and a subtle thumbs up. Alfred glared at him. This plan was not working, he wanted to make Arthur want him they way he wanted Arthur, not make the older country look like he was about to cry, which at some moments it really did look like that�s what he was about to do. But if that was the case, why didn�t Arthur approach him? If he really wanted him why didn�t Arthur drag him up to their bedroom demanding the love Alfred so badly wanted to give him?
This was wrong, and now even Alfred felt like he was going to cry. Perhaps Arthur really didn�t want him. Okay so he really gets into the sex once Alfred�s got past his barriers, but then so would anyone, it�s sex, it�s feels great, that was sex is, but it didn�t necessarily mean there were the feelings that Alfred wanted from Arthur behind that sex.
Alfred let his head drop to the table. He was so confused.
Once again there was a scuffling of chairs as everyone got up, the meeting apparently over, not that Alfred knew anything that anyone had said. Sighing, he too rose from the table, noticing Lithuania looking at him with a worried expression on his face, before he followed the rest of the crowd out the door, Arthur already gone out of sight.
Without saying a goodbye to anyone Alfred wandered down the opposite corridor alone, figuring he might as well grab a quick cup of coffee from the vending machine before he headed back to Arthur�s, even if it was really only an excuse to waste time.

As he stood in front of the machine trying to decide between a regular coffee or a cappuccino, he felt someone walk up behind him.
�Alfred, can I talk to you?�
Alfred peered behind him to see Arthur, those green eyes still looking sad as he stared up at him.
�Oh, hey.� he greeted, turning to face him and quickly putting a smile on his lips.
�Alfred�� Arthur began, voice strangely quiet, �I think there�s�I wanted to�� Arthur looked down at the floor, a pained expression on his face, �I wanted to know if there was something you wanted to tell me.�
Alfred blinked stupidly. That wasn�t really what he was expecting him to say, �Huh?�
�Well,� Arthur began, looking down the corridor to ensure they really were alone, before looking back up at Alfred, his eyes still shifting to the side occasionally finding it awkward to keep eye contact, �I�ve wanted to talk to you, because�well it�s been pretty obvious that you don�t�I mean, you haven�t been�� Arthur sighed, annoyed, but his voice still kept that quiet sadness in it�s tone, �You haven�t been wanting to�touch me recently and, a-and I wondered if�if that�if this is some subtle way of telling me you don�t want to be lovers any more then�then I�d rather you just say it to me now.�
Alfred gaped. His heart beat seemingly frozen in his chest. Suddenly the change he�d been holding for the vending machine fell from his hand and he swept Arthur into his arms, holding him so tight, �No no no no no!! No this wasn�t� DAMN it this wasn�t what was supposed to� damn, no!�
He clung to Arthur like a life raft, Arthur staring over his shoulder eyes wide in shock, his arms trapped by his sides where Alfred held him.
�Alfred�� Arthur began, �What�� he voice cracked slightly, and he could feel hot tears stinging the corners of his eyes, ��What�s going on? I thought�.you�re always pestering me for attention and, I-I�ve missed you, I don�t know what to do, why have you been...�
�I�m so sorry!� Alfred cried out, a tear already falling down his cheek, �This is all my damned fault! I never wanted to ignore you I never wanted to stop touching you I�argh, that damned France!�
Arthur stiffened in Alfred�s arms, �France?�
Alfred gently let him go and wiped his own eyes behind his glasses, ashamed as he looked back into Arthur�s own confused, still sad, but now slightly angry looking eyes, �I�� Alfred didn�t know where to start, he felt so guilty now, �I-I went to Francis for some advice�he�� now it was Alfred�s turn to look away, unable to look at Arthur in the eyes, and he took a deep breath to calm himself, �I was starting to wonder if you wanted me, �cause every time we had sex it would always be me coming to you a-and I was starting to feel like I was always the one pressuring you a-and�well�� Arthur glared slightly and crossed his arms, but let Alfred continue, ��I didn�t know what to do, so, s-so I went to Francis for some advice on what he thought I could do and�well he said I should not approach you for sex �cause then you�d start to want me instead and then you�d come to me and you�d be the one to start it and then I�d know that you really wanted me and now I�m rambling and I�m sorry and please don�t glare at me like that I�m sorry�� Alfred trailed off.
Arthur still stood with his arms crossed, now silently bubbling with anger. Alfred fixed his eyes on Arthur�s shoulder, not wanting to look at his eyes. Moment�s passed in silence, and Alfred began to wonder if Arthur would just walk away, but he didn�t. Instead the older country sighed, sounding like he was trying to control his anger, before he said, �You know, you could have just talked to me.�
Alfred hung his head in shame, �I know, it was a really stupid idea.�
�Yes it was stupid, very stupid, not to mention the notion that you discussed our sexual relationship with France.�
�I�m so sorry.� Alfred�s voice was cracking, �But�I know that what I�ve done was wrong but�� he looked up at Arthur� tears in his eyes, �it still doesn�t change the fact that I don�t know if you really want me like that. You always protest every single time, and�I don�t know if you-� he stopped when Arthur�s warm hand rose upward and stroked his left cheek. A look of conflict seem to pass through Arthur�s green eyes before be stepped forward lent his forehead on Alfred�s shoulder.
�You really are an idiot.� he said, one hand gripping the top of Alfred�s left arm, his other just hanging by his side, �You know I�you know how hard it is for me to show anyone how I feel, and even though we may be lovers now you still come under that category. I know I protest every time, but I thought you knew that�s just how I was. I don�t�I don�t really mean it, I thought you would have noticed how easily I give in to you every time. I just�like the attention you give me. And with the past week, with you ignoring me, I just thought that�maybe you�d got bored.� He paused, before slowly wrapping his arms around Alfred�s waist, �I don�t�want to lose you. You may be the worlds biggest idiot, but you�re my idiot and�oh for-� bloody hell don�t make me say all this bollocks, I love you okay?�
Arthur could feel Alfred�s chuckle vibrate through his chest, and he pulled back, an annoying blush on his cheeks, only to look up to find a golden smile on Alfred�s lips and wet tear tracks down his cheeks.
�Arthur� he sighed happily, before reaching out and cupping his face, tilting his chin up for a long, lingering kiss. Alfred felt elatedly happy, sweeping his tongue around the mouth of the man he hadn�t kissed for two whole days, and hadn�t touched for seven. Arthur loved him, he actually said it! He hadn�t said it before, it seemed to be an unspoken agreement between them to make sure this relationship actually worked first, considering their past history, but now he�d really said it.
By the time they pulled apart they were both breathless, but Alfred still managed to get out a, �I love you too.�
Arthur still didn�t know whether to be angry, happy, embarrassed or grateful, but he put his hands on his hips and sighed, a smile on his face, �If you really wanted me to be more forceful for sex that much you really should have just said so. I probably would have protested you saying it yes, but you know I would have given in anyway, and you never know, you might have got something a little saucy out of me.� he smirked.
Alfred�s eye widened a little and he smiled hopefully.
�After all why do you think I was in that butler outfit the other night?�
Alfred gasped quietly, �So you were wearing that for me!�
�Of course I was, who else would I have been wearing it for?�
�Well, you know..� Alfred said sheepishly, �You�ve worn it before when you�ve got drunk, so I just presumed that you�d been drinking that night and�well�heh,..� he grinned, �I have to admit I did run up to the bathroom to sort myself out when I walked in and saw you there.�
Arthur smiled rather sweetly, his cheeks tainted a faint red, before he smirked and crossed his arms again. �Well, now I know you�re a kinky little bustard who wants me to be the one to throw you down to the bed�� Alfred felt a jolt of pleasure knot itself in his stomach at those words and he gulped quietly, ��I guess I�d better show you exactly how domineering I can be.�
He took a step forward, Alfred took a step back. The predatory glint in Arthur�s eyes made Alfred both aroused and terrified at the same time, and he found himself backed up against the vending machine. Arthur, still smirking, placed one hand on the machine at the side of Alfred�s head, and leant in close, his lips barely brushing against Alfred�s.
�You�d better be ready,� his voice was low, a seductive tone Alfred had never heard before, �Because tonight you�re the one whose going to be on your back begging to be fucked.�
A very undignified squeak emitted from Alfred�s throat and he swallowed hard, watching as Arthur slowly stepped away from him, that seductive little smirk still on his lips, before he turned and walked away down the corridor.
Francis was right, Arthur really did have a sexual monster inside him, and Alfred had just let it loose.
To Be Continued�
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