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Title: Untitled
Word Count: 4,201
Genre: General
Characters/Pairings: England/America
Warning: Smut
Summary: It is colour, with a ‘u’, thank you.
Alfred sat down in the desk with a huff, glaring at Arthur as the teacher pointedly ignored him, grading papers. He’d gotten detention (again) with the stuffy English teacher for, of all things, the “correct” spelling of color.
“It’s color. Without the ‘u’ in it.” Alfred said at last, breaking the silence. “Giving me detention because you can’t admit that I’m right and your wrong is pretty stupid.
" Arthur sneered, not looking up from his teacher's desk in shuffling his papers up into organised piles. "You idiot.” Green eyes pinned Alfred with a contemptueous look. "You spell it 'C-O-L-O-U-R'. The /proper/ way." He looked down at his papers again, muttering lowly; "Fucking yanks..."
"No. You're adding an extra u." Alfred folded his arms. "C-O-L-O-R. Not only is it the correct spelling, but it takes less effort to write as well. You stupid Brit."
"C-Correct spelling?!" Arthur spluttered. "American English is not correct! It's a fucking bastardisation of our language! England created the English language, therefore British spelling is correct!" A pause. "Well, technically, the Saxons created English and they were a Germanic tribe, but that's entirely beside the point."
"We didn't bastardize it!" Alfred protested. "We made it awesome!"
"What? By using appalling grammar, dropping the 'u's in most of your words and replacing 's's with 'z's? Oh, of course, that made it 'awesome'." Arthur scoffed. "Or, more like awesomely retarded."
Alfred stuck out his tongue. "You're just jealous cuz you're British, and thus, can never be as cool as an American. It's not my problem you have trouble trying to handle the awesomeness of an American.”
Arthur actually stared at him - before erupting into laughter. He dropped the sheaf of paper he had been holding, rocking back on his chair onto its back two legs, head thrown back as he laughed in complete mirth at what he viewed as the utter stupidity of his American English student.
Alfred's cheeks flushed. "H-hey! It's true! And besides! America is better than Britain! We beat you in the Revolutionary war!"
Arthur was still snickering as his chair lurched back onto all four legs. "Ah, yes, yes you did. But Britain nearly conquered the whole world." He smirked. "America has conquered...nothing." He turned his attentions back to his papers, starting to grade them. "Now shut up, idiot. This is a detention, not discussion time."
Alfred ignored the detention comment, replying in a miffed tone, “America had Cuba and Philippines. Even today, we still have Puerto Rico! Britain doesn’t have their colonies or nations or whatever anymore.”
"Actually, fifty three countries are part of the Commonwealth of Nations. That is not "a few small nations"." Arthur drawled, bored. "We may not have a complete say in whatever they do within their countries, but as the Queen is the head of the Commonwealth, Britain still retains control over them."
Alfred scowled. "America could totally go and beat Britain up again. All we'd have to do is nuke wherever the queen is and it will fall apart completely."
"And then trigger a Nuclear War which will kill us all. Clever."
"Nu-uh!" Alfred shook his head. "We'll have a system that intercepts nuclear bombs! America won’t be affected!”
Arthur sighed and shook his head at Alfred's naivety. "But let's not think of the repercussions that nuking Britain will destroy the world's largest financial centre, which would affect the American economy very negatively to the point where you will have a depression nearly rivaling the one after the Wall Street Crash."
Alfred frowned, but finally let it drop. “If that’s what you think.”
Arthur snorted. "I'm not going to have this argument with you, you moronic simpleton. Believe what you want and go through life forever being a stupid American. I don't care."
“All the tea you drink has gone to your head.” Alfred complained. “You should stop drinking it so much. Maybe you’d be smarter if you did.”
“And you drink too much coffee, read too many comic books during class, and have no grasp of the proper English language.” Arthur retorted.
Alfred growled in frustration. "I hate you."
"And vice versa." Arthur placed the just graded papers aside, "Now shut up."
“And if I don’t?”
"Then I will beat you unconscious with the Concise English Dictionary," He nodded to the large, thick book that weighed as much as a brick on the corner of his desk.
Alfred scoffed. "You'd get fired, and then you'd use up all your money for tea, and then you would be evicted or dead from starvation, whichever comes first.
Arthur raised his head to stare at Alfred for a moment, before looking back down at his papers he was grading for his Sixth Formers. Ah, correct spelling at last. He trained them well. "It will be worth it."
"You consider beating me up more important than your job, money, and potentially life?" Alfred asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Beating you up is worth my job. I can easily be rehired somewhere else, child abuse or not."
Alfred's rolled his eyes. "More like child rape. I've seen that secret stash of porn that you keep in your drawer."
Arthur looked up, thick brows furrowed. "Why the fuck were you snooping around in my porn drawer?"
"So I can expose you and get you fired." In actuality, it had been an accident. He had just happened to look over when Arthur was looking through it and caught sight of the magazines.
Arthur snorted and rolled his eyes. "How immature."
"At least I'm not jacking off under the desk to pictures." Alfred retorted.
Arthur shrugged. "Working with idiot students like you is stressful. Masturbation relieves that stress before I snap and kill you all with my pencil."
"Ew. I don't want to even know what it looks like under your desk." Alfred pulled a disgusted face. "You're worse than Mr. Bonnefoy."
"At least I am not a closet furry like that French whore."Arthur sniffed, scratching a jagged red line through a paragraph that had /nothing/ to do with the essay question. Honestly, were people drinking something in the water that made them more stupider with each year?
Alfred stared. "...Is he really a furry?" He asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"God, yes..." Arthur shuddered. Bad. Memories. Stay. Repressed. "Yes, he is."
"I...never would have guessed." Alfred admitted. “Then…if he’s a furry…what is it that you get into?”
"Why on earth do you want to know my sexual kinks, you nosy git?"
"Because I am bored." Alfred lied. "Come on, or I'll spread a rumor around school that you're a furry too!"
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Like people put much stock in rumours nowadays," But he gave a shrug and scratched through another paragraph. Daft kids. "I'm not much into anything. I'll fuck whoever I want, and don't care how I go about it."
"So you're a bi." Alfred seemed to be confirming something. "You know, a lot of people are saying that these days."
“How nice.” Came the deadpan answer.
Alfred huffed, pouting at the lack of response.
Silence reigned for another few minutes.
"Hey, why do you have that school girl uniform hiding in your closet?" Alfred asked.
That had, admittedly, also been an accident, he had been looking through the closet in the room for an extra stapler when he had accidently pulled it out. Of course, he had stuffed it back in before anyone could see it. Although the teenager couldn’t help but think that the skirts were a little shorter than the usual girl’s uniform here at the school.”
Arthur frowned and looked up at Alfred. "I'm quite annoyed at how you keep snooping about my stuff. If I didn't know any better I'd think you had an infatuation with me or something," He snorted, then shook his head. "Ah, that was from a certain...deal, I had with the kraut and Kiku."
Alfred flushed slightly at the first comment (but only cuz he might have had a tiny tiny crush on the teacher). “What kind of deal?” He asked curiously.
"Oh a drunk one..." Arthur grinned a little nostalgically. Ah, now that had been one /crazy/ New Years Party...although he learnt a bit too much about Ludwig's sex life than he wanted to (Incest? Okay, whatever turned him on, but pictures did not need to be shown to him).
Alfred's eyebrows arched up high. "I...see....so what did you do with it then?"
Arthur snapped out of memory lane, and gave a shrug. "I dunno. I can't remember. Too drunk, and I think I smoked something too..." He was certain Gilbert - the little shit - had sneaked him weed in one of his cigarettes. He just needed proof to have a legit excuse to kick his ass without having Ludwig getting all protective and punching him in the gonads.
"Did you wear it?" Alfred pressed. "Come on, you have to remember something at least."
"All i remember is the kraut saying he fucks his brother, and Kiku going on about chicks being guys, or guys being chicks and traps, or something. I don't know. The outfit was thrown in at some point...and Gilbert was naked for some reason..." Arthur looked faintly puzzled, before shaking his head. "Whatever. Just shut up. This is detention."
Alfred frowned. It would have been cool if Arthur had worn it. He could just see his teacher in it, skirt hitched up to reveal smooth thi- Hold that thought there. He shook his head, face blushing.
"I don't wanna. I like talking."
"Well I don't. Especially with a nosy, grotty little wanker like you." Arthur sighed, resting an elbow on his desk and pressing his palm against his forehead rubbing it. Dear God this essay was a messy car crash of horror. Definitely grade U.
Alfred pouted again. "That's because you have a giant stick shoved all the way up your ass."
Arthur grumbled something like; "I'd rather have a stick up my ass and away from you than stuck in his godforsaken room for any longer."
Alfred slouched in his chair. As the conversation died out, he found himself insanely bored once again, which he vocalized to his teacher.
"Then go to sleep or go kill yourself. Either one will entertain you and leave me in peace."
"How about you dress up in that school girl outfit and dance on your desk?" Alfred suggested. “That would be a lot hotter, you know.”
Arthur snorted. "Yeah, and maybe I'd give you a lapdance too." He joked, anything to distract him from this horrific essay.
"You could do that too." Alfred said, trying to act nonchalantly at the idea.
Arthur looked up. "...I am joking, you know."
Alfred tried blushed slightly, looking away and refusing to meet Arthur’s gaze. "I-I am too. I'm just curious to see if it would fit you, is all."
"Uh...huh..." Arthur leant back in his chair, peering at the flushing Alfred curiously. "...Really."
"Y-yes." Alfred voice was trembling slightly. He could not get the image of his teacher wearing a school girl uniform with a too shirt skirt, and the mention of a lapdance sounded really good.
Damnit, this was his annoying English teacher he was thinking about! He shouldn't be imagining these things!
Arthur's eyes narrowed into a lazy, half lidded stare, and he pressed a finger against his lips in a thoughtful gesture, leaning back in his chair. "Do you need to visit the nurse, Mr. Jones?" He asked neutrally, referring to Alfred's bright red cheeks.
"No!" Alfred glanced at Arthur before quickly looking away again, cheeks flushing a bit brighter. He desperately wished for the images swirling around in his head to go away. “I'm...just a little warm is all." Discreetly he crossed his legs to hide the growing erection even as he spoke.
"Really? You seem...hot." You could practically hear the smirk in Arthur's voice.
"J-just warm!" Alfred slid down further in his seat, hunched over. "Nothing to worry about! I'll be quiet now!"
Arthur's chair creaked as he stood, walking gracefully around his desk to stand before Alfred, looming over him. "Just 'warm'?" He questioned, lips curled into a knowing smirk as he leant forwards, resting his weight on his palms flat against the desk. "You seem to be a lot hotter than 'warm'."
Alfred tensed, struggling for an excuse. "It's-it's..." He stammered, still not looking at his teacher. Finally he had to give up, having no excuse other than, "It's nothing to be concerned over."
"Oh, I'm not concerned. Just...curious." Arthur lowered his arms, bending over and resting his elbows on the desk, tilting his head. "Did the thought of me donning a school girl outfit make you think naughty things, Mr. Jones?" He grinned in amusement.
The blush on his cheeks darkened even more, a guilty indicator that yes, he had been. "N-no!" Alfred denied, voice a bit higher pitched than usual. "That's silly!"
"Silly, hm? Yes, it is silly." Arthur chuckled as he straightened up again. "As I wouldn't dress up in it anyway, especially for you."
Alfred was completely shamed. "No...of course not..." Ah, one could hope though.
Arthur just shook his head, still chuckling as he walked back to his desk. "You can leave now." He dismissed. "I've tortured myself with your annoying presence long enough. Bugger off and...do whatever it is you kids do nowadays."
Well. That wouldn't do. Walking out now would show his obvious erection. And Alfred couldn’t have that, so he just say in his seat, staring down.
Arthur sat down, scribbling on the papers he was supposed to be grading (he was writing snarky, vicious criticism instead), before looking up after a few minutes. "...Yes?"
"N-nothing. Just....thinking." More like trying to will his erection away, but that wasn't going too well.
"Thinking? Hardly." Arthur scoffed, "Are you superglued to your seat? Have you lost all motor functions in your legs? Or do you enjoy my charming company that much?"
"Not that..." Alfred mumbled. "It's....something else."
"My obligations of a 'concerned' teacher urge to ask what that something else is, but I truly don't care," Arthur sighed. "But fine. Sit there. Stare gormlessly at your desk. Whatever."
Alfred stayed silent for a bit and then shrugged. It surely couldn’t hurt to ask, right?
"Hey...IF I paid you fifteen pounds, would you wear the schoolgirl outfit?"
Arthur sighed, rolled his eyes and continued scribbling without a vocal reply for a loooooong moment, then; "Make it twen'y five pounds and fine."
A thoughtful pause. "Does it include a lapdance?"
"That's an extra fiver."
"Hey, you aren't pulling my leg on this, are you?"
"...Yeah. I won't do the lapdance no matter how much you pay me."
Alfred scowled. "Damnit. Forget it then."
Arthur shrugged. "Fine."
Alfred groaned. "ARe you sure I can't get you to do a lap dance as well? There's nothing I can do for you to do it?"
"Unless you swear to forever use British English and forsake your American heritage...no."
"Pfft. No way." Alfred was close to saying yes, he seriously needed to release, but he had more pride than that.
Arthur sighed. "Worth a shot." He scribbled for a long while, and finished the small pile of Sixth Former essays. He put that aside, then suddenly stood up again and walked around his desk, stopping in front of Alfred with a contemplative look on his face.
Alfred didn't notice, head down on his desk and trying to think of ways to inconspicuously masturbate without Arthur noticing. So far, no ideas, but that image kept getting in his way.
Arthur slapped Alfred on the back of his head, trying to catch his attention. "Oi. American Idiot."
Alfred jolted in surprise and looked up at Arthur. "Wh-what?"
Arthur leant down, bracing himself on the desk and his face close enough to Alfred's that their noses were touching. "I'm just curious about why you seem to be sporting a massive boner in your trousers at the moment."
Alfred froze, eyes wide and cheeks flushing darkly in shame as well as arousal. "A-ah..." He swallowed thickly and ducked his head in embarrassment. "I was...imagining you in the schoolgirl outfit."
Arthur rose a brow, "Oh?" He lifted a hand, gripping Alfred's chin and jerking his head up so their eyes met again. "You were imagining me in the school girl outfit." It wasn't a question.
"Yes. A-and...giving me a lapdance." Alfred reluctantly admitted.
"What a dirty little mind you have," Arthur purred, smirking at the embarrassed American, "Imagining your English teacher like that. Tut, tut."
Alfred had nothing to say, so instead he looked down. "You can't do anything about it."
"Yes. Your thoughts and imagination are all your own," Arthur chuckled, and he tilted Alfred's chin up again, forcing him to look back at him, "No matter how retarded and stupid they are." A small scoff. "As if I'd wear female clothing. That is wholly in Gilbert's field."
Alfred closed his eyes, pointedly refusing to look at his teacher. "S-sir? May I ask what it is you're planning on d-doing now?"
"Well, throwing you out and letting you walk around with an erection would be amusing to watch," Arthur drawled, and he moved his hand from Alfred's chin to fist the front of the American's shirt, hoisting him out of his seat and dragging him away from it and the desk. But, not towards the door, no, he dragged Alfred towards his desk, pushing him down on it and scattering his organised papers.
"But I have a better idea."
"Sir?" Alfred finally looked up at Arthur from his position on the desk. He was spread out underneath his teacher on his back, legs dangling off the edge. "And what is this i-idea of yours?"
Arthur's hands were on either side of Alfred's shoulders, and the English teacher leant down, his front pressing down on Alfred, settling between the slightly parted legs. "I thought that I may as well be nice and /help/-" His hips jerked, rubbing his groin against the bulge in Alfred's trousers, "With your little problem, Mr. Jones."
Alfred gasped, his mind blanking briefly. His legs automatically wrapped around Arthur's waist closer. His hips rutted against Arthur "F-fuuuuck...." He hissed, trying to regain control over his body and failing.
"So eager~" Arthur purred into Alfred's ear, rocking his hips to the rutting against him, feeling his own cock twitch and stir at the nice rubbing against it.
Alfred’s hands sought for grip, and upon finding none, instead tore at whatever lay underneath him. He knew really shouldn't be doing this with his English teacher of all people, but t he couldn’t resist the pleasure that was starting to course wildly through is body. "I-I can't...help it..." He defended himself weakly.
"Yes, I'm sure you can't," Arthur's lips ghosted over the curve of Alfred's jaw line, planting soft, hot, open mouthed kisses on the skin. He felt his own breathing starting to get a little short now, and he grunted softly in the back of his throat with each rock of his hips.
Alfred moaned, grinding his hips into Arthur’s, desperate for more friction against his cock. He moaned again, louder this time "W-we shouldn't b-be doing this..." He managed to get out. "G-get into t-trouble-aaaahhhh..."
"I thought I made it clear I don't care whether or not I'll get into trouble," Arthur murmured, directing his kisses down the column of Alfred's throat, hands slipping under the American student's school shirt, happily molesting firm skin.
Alfred whined in the back of his throat. "A-aah, but n-no one else will-ohhhh god! Hire you if y-you moles-molsested a-aah! A student!" He arched wantonly into Arthur's hands, skin twitching at the pleasant touches.
"That's only if they find out~" Arthur purred into Alfred's ear, hands moving out from under the shirt and deftly unbuttoned it, pushing it open to reveal the student's torso. He immediately dipped his head, wrapping his lips around a nipple and lapping at it greedily, feeling the nub stiffen at his ministrations, his fingers stroking down defined abdominal muscles.
Alfred gasped, rutting becoming more frantic and needy. “Ah! K-kirklaaaand..." His nails dug into the wood of the desk, dragging back down and peeling some of the paint off.
Purring, Arthur pulled away from the nipple, licking his lips, and rolled the other one between his fingers, pinching and teasing. Hm, Jones didn't look half bad, flushed like that...
Alfred writhed beneath Arthur, breath coming faster. His lips were slightly parted, eyes half lidded and darkened with lust. "G-god! Ah! P-please!" He needed, dear god he needed to release!
Arthur grinned crookedly at this, and pried the legs from around his waist away, roughly rolling Alfred onto his front and jerking his trousers, and boxers, down, baring the firm ass to the world. Niiice~ He quickly sucked on his fingers, and then pushed a finger in without warning, feeling the hot, wet walls clamp down on the digit.
Alfred hissed, tensing as the finger was forced into him. It didn't hurt, but it felt...weird. He ignored the feeling though, reassuring himself that things would become more pleasurable if he just let Arthur continue.
Arthur, pleased with how Alfred was handling things so far, thrust the finger shallowly, experimentally, and rubbed the hot inner walls before pushing in a second finger, then a third, thrusting the digits into his student fast and deep, splaying them occasionally to stretch the tight hole.
It started to hurt after the third finger, but it faded away, to be replaced by pleasure. He moaned and rocked his hips back, but his body abruptly jerked when a sudden flash of pleasure washing over him. "O-ohhhh!" He pushed his hips back onto the fingers, trying to get Arthur to press against that spot again.
Arthur didn't press against that spot again. He didn't want Alfred cumming before he could fuck the boy into oblivion. Pulling out his fingers, he fumbled with his button and zipper, pushing his trousers and boxers down, freeing his cock. Gripping Alfred's hips tightly, he pushed into the student in one, smooth thrust.
Alfred gasped, stiffening at the sudden entry of Arthur’s cock. “Sh-shiiit…” He groaned, forehead thunking against the desk. His muscles rippled and clenched as he struggled to accommodate the sudden intruder in him.
Arthur pressed his front against Alfred's warm back, murmuring for the student to relax in a breathless voice as the muscles clenched and spasmed around his cock. God. So. Fucking. Tight. But he didn't move as much as he wanted to, not until Alfred calmed the fuck down.
Alfred finally relaxed, muscles relaxing around Arthur's cock, breath coming a bit steadier. "I-I'm ready..."
"Good..." Arthur breathed, and rocked his hips, making sure Alfred really was ready. When Alfred didn’t struggle, he pulled out partly, and pushed back in, starting a slow, steady pace. He grunted with each thrust, panting with sweat beginning to slide down his cheeks and forehead. With each thrust he increased his speed, bit by bit.
Alfred’s breath hitched, body trembling as Arthur started to thrust in and out. His fingers dug into the top of the desk for what little purchase there was, groaning loudly. Slowly he started to respond, hips pushing back in time with the thrusts.
Pleased that Alfred started reciprocating, Arthur started to thrust hard and fast, pounding his student into his desk's surface with low growls and moans of pleasure.
Alfred threw back his head, moans becoming louder again. "A-aahh! Kirk-kirklaaaand!" His body was reacting all on its own now, hips jerking erratically to every push into his body.
Arthur ducked his head to growl huskily into his student's ear; "/Arthur/," He stressed, "Moan '/Arthur/'!" A hard thrust and he groaned at the muscles clamping and squeezing pleasantly around his cock, "Uhh...!"
Alfred gasped as his sweet spot was hit again. "Oh, fuck!" His hands scrambled wildly against the desk, coming to cling tightly to the other side as if for dear life. "K-kir-Arthur!" He managed to correct himself just in time. "Ohhhhh, Arthuuur!"
"Fucking /yes/!" Arthur snarled, ruthlessly pounding into that spot, panting hard as the muscles clenched harder and harder around him. "Fuck, you, ahhh, fucking...God...Alfred!"
Alfred could no longer keep quiet, and was moaning loudly, rambling nonsense. "Oh god! F-fuuuck! Arthur, Arthur, ARTHUR! YES!" He was struggling for air, but he wouldn't want this to stop for all the world. He was so, so close, it would only, only- "/Arthur!/" His toes curled tightly in his shoes, body stilling for only the briefest of moments before he spasmed, cumming hard and messily up against the desk,.
Arthur grooooooooooaned, the ass clenching down hard on him. He thrust hard into the tight heat, the friction so fucking awesomely good, a few more times before cumming hard, the tight ass milking him dry as his cum filled and overflowed out of Alfred's anus. His hips jerked erratically to ride out his orgasm, growling out nonsensical words before slumping atop of Alfred, still buried up to his balls in Alfred's ass.
They were silent for a long time, and then Alfred perked up. “Hey….if you fuck me again, I’ll wear that school girl outfit myself.