Gold and Blue 6/?
Title: Gold and Blue
Pairings: UKUS
Rating: M (This chapter is M)
Warnings: Sex
Summary: The King of Spades has no power in politics, until he meets the catalyst that sparks his desire to be great.
This chapter: Arthur and Alfred's first fight.
A/N: Please note that the M-rating will come into effect starting this chapter. Thank you.They got into a fight. Alfred was careless with his words and he didn't even remember what it was that set Arthur off, but suddenly the Duke was angry with him. They were in Alfred's game room and had finished playing some games when it happened. It started as a low boil and then exploded, poisoning the air and suffocating Alfred in a way he wasn't familiar with. The last time he had had any sort of fight was with his brother, when he was four.
Arthur hadn't left, though. He remained, busying himself with a game of solo pool. Alfred brewed in his thoughts with a video game, particularly one where there was a lot of fighting. He couldn't understand how he was in the wrong about all of this. He tried to even recall what had set Arthur off.
"Game Over" flashed on the screen when Alfred lost again, as he had many times through-out this cold stand-off between him and Arthur. It was ruining his concentration. He ran a hand through his hair and growled angrily.
"Okay!" he shouted, startling Arthur. "What the hell did I do wrong?!"
"You opened your mouth," Arthur replied blankly.
"What does that even mean?!" Alfred got up out of his beanbag chair, but lost his balance and fell right back into it.
Arthur watched as the King struggled to get out of his chair with little luck. The man was far too frustrated to think clearly, and now he was just flailing his arms, punching the beanbag, hoping to get out. Arthur started laughing at the strange show.
"Alfred, calm down," he said. "Think clearly and then get up."
"I can't!" Alfred threw his hands in the air. He then decided to slide to the floor, but his shirt rode up, revealing his belly. He looked down at it. "I'm so fat…"
Arthur clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "Do you always do that when you're upset?"
"Do what?" Alfred mumbled.
"Turn on yourself." Arthur came over and squatted down beside Alfred. "And no, you're not fat. A little flab here is fine."
Alfred pouted and pulled his shirt down quickly. "Whatever… You're mad at me and will probably leave and it's my fault and I don't even know why."
Arthur put a hand on Alfred's shoulder. "Look at me, Alfred."
"That's no way to talk to a King."
"I will address a King when I see one, but right now I see a petulant child."
That made Alfred scramble up. He towered over Arthur as he opened his mouth, ready for another fight, but Arthur was faster. "Stop right there! Listen to me!"
Alfred closed his mouth, his eyes wide at having Arthur yell at him.
"This is how adults fight," he started. "We do not throw tantrums and we don't write empty threat letters, nor do we listen to them with our heart. We talk it out."
"So…then what is there to talk about?"
"How you don't think before you open your mouth." Arthur crossed his arms and stared at Alfred with a tense stare. "You say things that hurt others because you don't consider our feelings. What you said about my eyebrows might be a trivial thing to you, but is something harmful to me. I was picked on incessantly for them when I was younger. It's painful to hear you say things so easily when you don't know or seem to care it hurts."
Alfred put a tentative hand on Arthur's shoulder. "N-no… That's not… I care about you so much…"
"And I you… You're more important to me than anyone ever has been." Arthur looked up at Alfred with wide, open eyes; vulnerable eyes. "I don't want you to hurt me."
"The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't know…"
Arthur nodded. He closed his eyes when Alfred kissed his forehead. "I know, dear. That's why I can forgive you so easily. But you must learn to understand these things about people, all right?"
"Okay, but… I can't change on your agenda. You know I have social issues and… I need time."
"You're right." Arthur kissed Alfred's forehead this time. "I'm sorry if I pushed you past your comfort zone."
Alfred chuckled, but then realized he and Arthur were close. Far closer than they had ever been. He thought back to when they first kissed a few weeks ago. They had shared a few tender kisses since then, held hands in private, and Alfred had even been bold enough to put his arm around Arthur's shoulder when they watched a movie the other night. However, this felt different. He felt closer to Arthur in a different sense of the word.
There was something new about Arthur, something that let him in deeper and he became entwined in the close proximity of their relationship growing. A surge of affection bubbled up in his chest. He leaned down and kissed Arthur on the lips. The duke kissed him back, and wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck. Alfred felt Arthur's tongue press against his lips, and he opened his mouth. It was a new experience, but he found that it was invigorating. He pushed back with his own, and pulled Arthur closer.
Arthur bit at Alfred's lower lip and pressed him back down onto the beanbag. Alfred wasn't sure where to put his hands, so he settled to keep them on his shoulders. Arthur brought a knee up to press between Alfred's legs where he pushed. Alfred moaned loudly, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. He wouldn't let himself stop when it felt so good. He opened his legs more and squirmed against that knee. He didn't know exactly how to have finesse in the situation, but if he kept kissing Arthur and letting him do whatever it was he wanted.
Arthur broke the kiss, but kept close to Alfred. His breath was hot against Alfred's skin. "You're so…beautiful…"
"I… what…?"
Arthur's hand snaked down to grab at Alfred's hardening cock through his pants. The King bucked up into his hand while his head fell back against the beanbag. Sucking in air through his teeth and clenching his eyes closed to the pleasure, he fell right into Arthur's hand. The Duke sucked on a spot under Alfred's collar as he unzipped his pants and pushed his hand underneath Alfred's underwear to palm his erection. Alfred moaned louder.
"A-Arthur…!"
"My King…," Arthur whispered hotly against Alfred's ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. "Oh, my King…"
Alfred shuddered as he released into Arthur's hand. Arthur milked him through his orgasm before he pulled his hand out. He reached for a nearby napkin leftover from lunch, and used it to clean his hand and Alfred. He sat up and pushed Alfred's shirt aside.
"You are beautiful…," he repeated.
Alfred was trying to control his breathing as he looked up at Arthur. He didn't say anything, deciding that he preferred to have Arthur look him over with a hungry look to his eyes. The Duke's hands trailed down over Alfred's sides, appreciating the feel of the King's muscles under his shirt. He pulled it up enough to size up the man underneath him.
"Ho…how am I beautiful…?" Alfred asked breathlessly. He twitched when Arthur pinched his nipples teasingly.
"That golden hair and those bright blue eyes…" Arthur ran a hand through Alfred's hair and then down across his cheek. "You have such a wonderful jawline… And look at those freckles and little indents from your glasses. And… then your chest…"
Alfred was flushed all down his neck and up his ears. He had to look away having never received such compliments. He nibbled on his lower lip as he mulled over his innocence. "That…was the first time I've ever…had anyone touch me, but it's…not for you, is it?"
Arthur hesitated, but continued to smile. "No. It's not. But, it's okay that you're still a virgin."
"You sure? I know people say that in movies and books, and secretly they really hate it, but-"
"But I am not like them," Arthur interrupted, putting a hand over Alfred's mouth. "Sex is just one part of our relationship. I did not kiss you that day and decide to secretly date you just so I can say I shagged the King of Spades."
Alfred cracked a smile that showed no hesitation or anxiety. Arthur removed his hand and pecked him on the lips. Alfred put a hand on the back Arthur's head and pushed it down under his chin.
"Can we just stay like this? For just a little while?"
Arthur breathed a short laugh. "Of course, my dear."
Hoshiko2's cents: Rating will really go up next chapter. Just a forewarning. ;3
Pairings: UKUS
Rating: M (This chapter is M)
Warnings: Sex
Summary: The King of Spades has no power in politics, until he meets the catalyst that sparks his desire to be great.
This chapter: Arthur and Alfred's first fight.
A/N: Please note that the M-rating will come into effect starting this chapter. Thank you.They got into a fight. Alfred was careless with his words and he didn't even remember what it was that set Arthur off, but suddenly the Duke was angry with him. They were in Alfred's game room and had finished playing some games when it happened. It started as a low boil and then exploded, poisoning the air and suffocating Alfred in a way he wasn't familiar with. The last time he had had any sort of fight was with his brother, when he was four.
Arthur hadn't left, though. He remained, busying himself with a game of solo pool. Alfred brewed in his thoughts with a video game, particularly one where there was a lot of fighting. He couldn't understand how he was in the wrong about all of this. He tried to even recall what had set Arthur off.
"Game Over" flashed on the screen when Alfred lost again, as he had many times through-out this cold stand-off between him and Arthur. It was ruining his concentration. He ran a hand through his hair and growled angrily.
"Okay!" he shouted, startling Arthur. "What the hell did I do wrong?!"
"You opened your mouth," Arthur replied blankly.
"What does that even mean?!" Alfred got up out of his beanbag chair, but lost his balance and fell right back into it.
Arthur watched as the King struggled to get out of his chair with little luck. The man was far too frustrated to think clearly, and now he was just flailing his arms, punching the beanbag, hoping to get out. Arthur started laughing at the strange show.
"Alfred, calm down," he said. "Think clearly and then get up."
"I can't!" Alfred threw his hands in the air. He then decided to slide to the floor, but his shirt rode up, revealing his belly. He looked down at it. "I'm so fat…"
Arthur clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "Do you always do that when you're upset?"
"Do what?" Alfred mumbled.
"Turn on yourself." Arthur came over and squatted down beside Alfred. "And no, you're not fat. A little flab here is fine."
Alfred pouted and pulled his shirt down quickly. "Whatever… You're mad at me and will probably leave and it's my fault and I don't even know why."
Arthur put a hand on Alfred's shoulder. "Look at me, Alfred."
"That's no way to talk to a King."
"I will address a King when I see one, but right now I see a petulant child."
That made Alfred scramble up. He towered over Arthur as he opened his mouth, ready for another fight, but Arthur was faster. "Stop right there! Listen to me!"
Alfred closed his mouth, his eyes wide at having Arthur yell at him.
"This is how adults fight," he started. "We do not throw tantrums and we don't write empty threat letters, nor do we listen to them with our heart. We talk it out."
"So…then what is there to talk about?"
"How you don't think before you open your mouth." Arthur crossed his arms and stared at Alfred with a tense stare. "You say things that hurt others because you don't consider our feelings. What you said about my eyebrows might be a trivial thing to you, but is something harmful to me. I was picked on incessantly for them when I was younger. It's painful to hear you say things so easily when you don't know or seem to care it hurts."
Alfred put a tentative hand on Arthur's shoulder. "N-no… That's not… I care about you so much…"
"And I you… You're more important to me than anyone ever has been." Arthur looked up at Alfred with wide, open eyes; vulnerable eyes. "I don't want you to hurt me."
"The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't know…"
Arthur nodded. He closed his eyes when Alfred kissed his forehead. "I know, dear. That's why I can forgive you so easily. But you must learn to understand these things about people, all right?"
"Okay, but… I can't change on your agenda. You know I have social issues and… I need time."
"You're right." Arthur kissed Alfred's forehead this time. "I'm sorry if I pushed you past your comfort zone."
Alfred chuckled, but then realized he and Arthur were close. Far closer than they had ever been. He thought back to when they first kissed a few weeks ago. They had shared a few tender kisses since then, held hands in private, and Alfred had even been bold enough to put his arm around Arthur's shoulder when they watched a movie the other night. However, this felt different. He felt closer to Arthur in a different sense of the word.
There was something new about Arthur, something that let him in deeper and he became entwined in the close proximity of their relationship growing. A surge of affection bubbled up in his chest. He leaned down and kissed Arthur on the lips. The duke kissed him back, and wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck. Alfred felt Arthur's tongue press against his lips, and he opened his mouth. It was a new experience, but he found that it was invigorating. He pushed back with his own, and pulled Arthur closer.
Arthur bit at Alfred's lower lip and pressed him back down onto the beanbag. Alfred wasn't sure where to put his hands, so he settled to keep them on his shoulders. Arthur brought a knee up to press between Alfred's legs where he pushed. Alfred moaned loudly, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. He wouldn't let himself stop when it felt so good. He opened his legs more and squirmed against that knee. He didn't know exactly how to have finesse in the situation, but if he kept kissing Arthur and letting him do whatever it was he wanted.
Arthur broke the kiss, but kept close to Alfred. His breath was hot against Alfred's skin. "You're so…beautiful…"
"I… what…?"
Arthur's hand snaked down to grab at Alfred's hardening cock through his pants. The King bucked up into his hand while his head fell back against the beanbag. Sucking in air through his teeth and clenching his eyes closed to the pleasure, he fell right into Arthur's hand. The Duke sucked on a spot under Alfred's collar as he unzipped his pants and pushed his hand underneath Alfred's underwear to palm his erection. Alfred moaned louder.
"A-Arthur…!"
"My King…," Arthur whispered hotly against Alfred's ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. "Oh, my King…"
Alfred shuddered as he released into Arthur's hand. Arthur milked him through his orgasm before he pulled his hand out. He reached for a nearby napkin leftover from lunch, and used it to clean his hand and Alfred. He sat up and pushed Alfred's shirt aside.
"You are beautiful…," he repeated.
Alfred was trying to control his breathing as he looked up at Arthur. He didn't say anything, deciding that he preferred to have Arthur look him over with a hungry look to his eyes. The Duke's hands trailed down over Alfred's sides, appreciating the feel of the King's muscles under his shirt. He pulled it up enough to size up the man underneath him.
"Ho…how am I beautiful…?" Alfred asked breathlessly. He twitched when Arthur pinched his nipples teasingly.
"That golden hair and those bright blue eyes…" Arthur ran a hand through Alfred's hair and then down across his cheek. "You have such a wonderful jawline… And look at those freckles and little indents from your glasses. And… then your chest…"
Alfred was flushed all down his neck and up his ears. He had to look away having never received such compliments. He nibbled on his lower lip as he mulled over his innocence. "That…was the first time I've ever…had anyone touch me, but it's…not for you, is it?"
Arthur hesitated, but continued to smile. "No. It's not. But, it's okay that you're still a virgin."
"You sure? I know people say that in movies and books, and secretly they really hate it, but-"
"But I am not like them," Arthur interrupted, putting a hand over Alfred's mouth. "Sex is just one part of our relationship. I did not kiss you that day and decide to secretly date you just so I can say I shagged the King of Spades."
Alfred cracked a smile that showed no hesitation or anxiety. Arthur removed his hand and pecked him on the lips. Alfred put a hand on the back Arthur's head and pushed it down under his chin.
"Can we just stay like this? For just a little while?"
Arthur breathed a short laugh. "Of course, my dear."
Hoshiko2's cents: Rating will really go up next chapter. Just a forewarning. ;3