House of Games (Part 2)

[tropicalna]

Title: House of Games(Part Two)

Word Count: 3,109 (7,101 total)

Genre: General

Characters/Pairings: England/America, Swtizerland. Liechtenstein

Warning:  Smut this part, general insanity

Summary: Will come later


Alfred settled down on Arthur's lap, straddling him. "Good. I didn't know how much longer I could wait."

"You always were rather impatient," Arthur chuckled, hands lying on Alfred's thighs, holding him in place on his lap.

Alfred rocked his hips slowly. "Yea, but they took forever to knock out. So suspicious…"

"Such a suspicious pair..." Arthur gasped, hips rocking back and head tilting back, purring softly.

Alfred grasped Arthur's shoulders to keep his balance. "More c-cops, you think? They don't look like'em."

"Perhaps...private investigation...curiosity..." Arthur's hands slid up Alfred's thighs to push them down into his trousers, cupping his ass and pulling him forward so their groins pressed together more firmly. "It...doesn't matter~ They're o-out now..."

Alfred groaned, rutting harder. "Y-yea...god...That's it~" He purred.

Arthur moaned, head falling back and exposing his pale throat, lips parted as he panted and rutted up against Alfred. "Yes~ Yes~ Good..."

Alfred took advantage of the skin, licking and nibbling on the flesh. "Mm~ Ah, yes! Arthur...."

Arthur arched, whining as Alfred left little love bites on his throat, breathing harder as hips rolled and jerked harshly, a noticeable bulge in his trousers.

Alfred fingers fumbled with Arthur's button and zipper for a moment before yanking his pants and boxers down. "Quite large already~" Alfred teased. "I'm not the only one who's impatient."

Arthur just grunted, squeezing Alfred's ass. "Not impatient, just...eager, perhaps." He murmured.

Alfred wriggled. "Pants, Arthur, pants, can't do anything with them on."

Arthur let out a huff, and slid his hands out from Alfred's trousers to unzip and unbutton them, pulling them down enough so that Alfred's cock was freed. "Better?" he drawled.

"Yessss~" Alfred groaned, grinding up against Arthur again. He placed a hand on the waistband of his own pants, pushing down the garments further, pausing to completely rid himself of them.

Arthur gasped and mewled softly, and groaned when Alfred paused to completely rid himself of the pants. Arthur purred softly at seeing the exposed flesh of Alfred's legs, and trailed his fingertips down the well toned limbs.

Alfred shivered at the light touch, legs instinctively spreading slightly. He allowed himself a moment to enjoy the touched before he shifted. He positioned himself, and the moment was sure he and Arthur were aligned, he forced himself down on Arthur’s cock, impaling himself on it,

Arthur gave a loud gasp, the sudden wet heat clenching around driving him wild and causing him to dig his nails into the firm thighs, bucking up immediately into the moist heat. "Oh, yes! Yes, Alfred~"

Alfred writhed for a moment, panting heavily and trying to adjust. Arthur thrusting up into him was so painful but oh so wonderful. He moaned, hips rocking slowly to adjust.

Arthur's hands gripped onto Alfred's hips, helping him rock his hips and then lifted Alfred a little, coaxing him to ride him as he moaned and purred in satisfied pleasure, nails clawing angry red welts on Alfred's hips.

Alfred carefully braced his legs on the narrows gaps of chair left on either side of Arthur, forcing himself up, and then down. His hands were back on the Briton's shoulders, digging into the skin with his nails. “Ar-Arthur…”

"Mm~ Yessss~ Tight little thing~" Arthur purred, bucking up as Alfred slammed back down, thrusting in deep. "Oh yes....!"

Alfred gasped, back snapping into an arch and - "Oh god Arthur! Yes! Arthuuuur~" - riding in full earnest now. He groaned loudly, leaning forward to suck and nibble on the lobe of Arthur’s ear before he pulled back again, crying out.

Arthur growled, humping up into Alfred wildly, the muscles clenching down around him with each thrust. Oh oh oh, it was heaven~ "Yes! Yes, Alfred~!" He moaned enthusiastically, panting hard. "Ohhhhhhhhh yes!"

Alfred gasped, whining frantically. "Arthur-Arthur-yes! Arthur more! Yes, yes, YES!" He was desperate for more, for that last little push over the edge, anything...

Arthur's fingers wrapped around Alfred's weeping cock, jerking him off hard with each harsh thrust, "C'mon, Alfred, c'mon~" he purred breathlessly, feeling ready to cum at any second.

It was all Alfred needed. White sparks danced behind Alfred's eyes, howling as he came hard and messily. His hips rocked with the force of his orgasm, extending it for as long as he could before he finished.

And Arthur groaned and shouted out when the muscles clenched down tight on his cock, forcing him over the edge. His hips bucked and jerked as he cummed hard into Alfred, the thick fluid overfilling the man's tight ass and dribbling down his thighs. "Ahhhhhhhh~ Alfreeeeed~!"

Alfred grunted as warmth shot into him. He lay slack against Arthur, content to let the man ride out his orgasm in him.

Arthur's humping slowed, and he slumped into his chair, panting heavily as his hands slid down from bruised and scratched hips to trail down quivering thighs. Oh...nothing like a good fuck after entertaining some guests.

Alfred leaned forward nuzzling Arthur, and in a rare moment of affection, mumbled, "Arthur, beautiful Arthur, the guests will wake soon..."

"Mmm..." Arthur purred, nuzzling back before murmuring; "Then I suppose we must tidy up before they wake, my darling Alfred..."

Alfred sighed. "But I'm so comfy...Can't we wait just a moment longer?"

Arthur stroked Alfred's thighs, "For a moment longer, yes..."

"Mm." Alfred relaxed under the touch. Sleeping guests and a satisfying fuck. This night was getting better and better.

Arthur sighed in pleasure, peace and quiet was such a rare thing with Alfred, but a soft noise distracted him, and he tilted his head, peering past Alfred at the guests slumped on the floor. One of them groaned, already stirring.

"Oh, Alfred..." He murmured, "It seems one of the guests are waking early..."

Alfred pouted. "What a naughty guest he is..." He reluctantly slipped off of Arthur, standing (a bit gingerly) and using one of the napkins to wipe himself off.

Arthur sighed and stood, tucking himself back into his trousers and tidying himself up. "How annoying," He sighed, walking around the table to bend over Vash, smiling when hazed, drug fogged eyes fluttered open, staring up at him in confusion. "My, my, you bad guest. How dare you wake so early." He scolded.

"Yes." Alfred agreed, slipping his clothes back on and stuffing the dirtied napkin into his pocket. "That won't do at all."

Now Heidi murmured something quietly, trying to wake up and push through the effects of the drug.

Vash struggled to focus on the green eyes looming above him, nothing that he was seeing making sense in his jumbled mind, "W-What...?" he forced out.

"Oh, how cute." Arthur laughed, "He seems to be quite aware!"

Alfred laughed, bending over as well. "Well hello there!" He greeted. "You had a nice nap, didn't you? The floor is rather comfortable, I hear."

Vash let out a dazed growl, struggling to sit up. His limbs were weak and not obeying him however, so his attempts were rather pitiful. "Y-You...bastards..." he hissed.

"I think his nap wasn't good. He seems quite cranky." Arthur remarked.

"He might have hit his head when he changed positions." Alfred suggested. Now that their game of host was up, there was no reason to annoy each other for the moment.

"Oh dear."

Vash just growled at them again, attempting to swipe at Arthur. Arthur easily straightened up to avoid getting smacked in the face.

"Hm. He's getting rather excitable. Maybe I should give him some more tea."

"No, no!" Alfred shook his head. "They always play the games best like this!"

Heidi looked at Vash. "..V...a..." She felt sick.

Vash stopped attempted to try and sit up and punch those bastards in the face, and turned his head to peer foggily at Heidi. She was nothing more than an near unrecognisable blob in his vision, but he knew it was her. "Hei...di..." He tried to reach for her, she wasn't far from him...

"Aw, how cute." Arthur crooned, noticing how Vash attempted to reach for his sister.

Heidi felt a hand tangle lightly in her hair and assumed it was Vash....until she was roughly yanked forward. She gave a pained yelp, wriggling weakly. Alfred just laughed, depositing her by Vash. "You should thank me, I'm such a nice person for doing that..."

Vash growled at Alfred - how dare he hurt his sister - but instead shakily grasped Heidi's hand, squeezing as tight as he could to try and...do something. Fuck. They were at these psychopaths' mercy. How reassuring.

Alfred laughed, patting Vash's cheek. "You look angry! I wonder why~"

Arthur chuckled, "I think it's because you hurt his darling little sister. Such an overprotective brother."

"But protectiveness is good, isn't it?" Alfred snuggled up to Arthur. "You'd be dead by now if I weren't."

"Oh, that is true...." Arthur admitted.

Alfred nodded. "Of course it is....Now then, shall we play?"

"Yes! Let's."

Vash's bad feeling increased, and he was starting to wish for a miracle of some kind to occur to get them out of this mess.

Alfred bent down and hefted Vash up over his shoulder. "Hey, can you carry the girl, or should I do that as well?"

"I am capable of carrying, Ms. Heidi." Arthur answered, bending down and scooping the girl up into his arms.

The room swayed violently, and Heidi barely held back the contents of her stomach.

Alfred laughed, going back through the door the brother and sister had entered and back down the hall.

Arthur followed, carefully carrying Heidi in his arms (wouldn't do to drop her now, would it?), smiling when Vash was able to lift his head to glower dazedly at him.

Alfred turned down the other hallway, towards the only doors at the end of the room. "Very close, we are! We'll be laughing and dancing soon enough."

"It'll be fun," Arthru assured Vash, who was still glaring at him. He was the crankiest guest they've had so far

"Yes, fun." Alfred hummed. "You'll enjoy it. They always do..."

"Eventually," Arthur laughed as they reached the doors.

Alfred pulled out a large golden key, slipping it into the lock and turning it. The door creaked open to a rather magnificent ballroom. It was quite grand, compared to the rest of the house.

And clean. Not a speck of dust to be seen. "You've kept it clean." Arthur said with slight, teasing amazement.

"Of course!" Alfred said. "The game room should always be kept well...It wouldn't do to play games in a dirty room."

"Very off putting," Arthur agreed, and jostled Heidi in his arms as she seemed ready to drift back off into unconsciousness.

Vash growled, "And...what game are...we playing?"

Alfred smiled. "Well, It's Arthur's turn to choose..."

"I think I'm in the mood for a memory match game."

"Awww, one of those?" Alfred didn't seem to be impressed. "Nothing actiony this time?"

"We could spice it up..." Arthur hummed, smirking.

Alfred perked up instantly.

"Well, Ddraig has been getting hungry lately," Arthur smirked. "With only a time limit of five minutes, they will have to figure out what the /ninth/ tile is without flipping any of the other tiles to figure it out."

"Ohhh, that game!" Alfred smirked. "But there are two, so why not give them ten minutes?"

"No. There are two, so I should give them two and a half minutes. Two minds working on the same puzzle. It's only fair to half the time."

"But one's half conscious." Alfred pointed out. "Her mind will be slower than two people alone. Give her three minutes instead of two and half. Besides, she's a girl, so tack on an extra thirty seconds."

Arthur sighed. "Very well. They'll have four minutes to figure it out."

"Four minutes? That's even worse! Arthur!" Alfred shook his head. "Six minutes."

"Fine..." Arthur sulked. "Six minutes."

Alfred smiled. "Yay! Isn't that great, Hash?"

"Wonderful..." Vash growled through gritted teeth.

"Perfect, now, I think I'll have to call Ddraig now..."

"Of course." Alfred set Vash down ."There you go!"

Heidi found herself suddenly balancing against a banister, trying not to fall down. She blinked.

Arthur hummed softly as he walked into the centre of the ball room, the floor shuddering before with muted cracks, nine tiles burst into life. All of them had a question mark etched onto them, pure white, with the exception for the middle, ninth tile, which was obsidian. He gestured at Vash and Heidi to approach and get a closer look at the tiles, smiling eerily all the while.

Vash thought about refusing, but he may as well play along. This game, then they can leave, hopefully. On shaky legs, he gently grasped onto his sister's arm, and helped her forwards, stopping a few good feet from the tiles.

"Ah, there's just perfect," Arthur smirked, and then he snapped his fingers. "Ddraig. Come."

For a moment, nothing happened, then the ground began to shake, a low, inhuman roar building from under the feet. Vash let out a surprised shout when the ground crumbled directly behind him and Heidi, twin orbs of glowing gold glaring out from the newly formed hole.

"W-What the hell!?"

Heidi whipped around and regretted it, the world swimming again. She was captivated again though by the golden eyes peeking out at them.

"This is Ddraig," Arthur said pleasantly, not even blinking when large clawed, scaled hands erupted from the ground, slamming either side of Heidi and Vash, and a flat, dragonish head pushed out of the hole, mouth open wide and showing fangs as long as a man. Drool dripped down from the mouth, spattering on the floor where it spat and hissed as it ate through it.

Vash could only stare. This...was not possible.

Heidi reeled back, eager to put some distance between her and the dragon.

Alfred waved excitedly. "Hiiii Ddraig!"

"Well, to repeat the rules..." Arthur chuckled, waving a hand before his face as Ddraig's sulphuric breath washed over the room. "You have to guess what that tile is," He pointed at the obsidian tile, "In six minutes, without flipping over the other tiles. If you don't...well...Ddraig has been very hungry lately."

Alfred continued to try and get the dragon's attention.

"We're going to be eaten!?" Heidi sounded a bit disbeleiving.

"Pretty much," Arthur said bluntly.

"This is madness!" Vash shouted. "You can't just feed us to a dragon!" ...He never thought he;d ever shout that.

"Arthur,. your dragon isn't paying attention to me!" Alfred whined.

Arthur sighed, "Ddraig, say hello to Alfred or he's going to complain all night."

Ddraig growled, and swung his great, rust scaled head to face Alfred. He let out what could only be some guttural muted roar in a form of 'hello'.

Alfred smiled, waving ecastatically again. "Yo, Ddraig!"

"Anyway," Arthur said, "You only get one clue to help you."

"And what is this clue?" Vash hissed through gritted teeth.

"That those tiles are a mirror of Ddraig."

Heidi blinked. A mirror of...? Normally she'd understand that right off the bat, but her mind, still recovering from the drugs, was slow. There was a niggling in her mind that she knew the answer to this.

"Well, anyway, six minutes start now."

Immediately, Ddraig's attention was fixed on the pair of humans under him, his jaws opening wide enough that they loomed over the pair, knowing it would disturb them enough to make their thoughts frazzled.

Heidi backed up even more. The breath was terrible, and the saliva was....deadly.

Vash shuddered at the foul smelling air breathing down on them, able to feel the heat from the dragon's open mouth. His brain was drawing blanks on the this puzzle, and his mind helplessly floundered. "This is crazy..."

"No, no, I know this. IT's it's....A mirror...These parts...tiles...they ahve to be....some part of the dragon." Heidi rambled. "IT has to be."

"She's smart." Alfred commented, holding out a hand for ARthur.

"She is. I told you, two and a half minutes should've been it." Arthur sighed, taking the hand.

"A mirror of the dragon," Vash repeated, trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind. It was so hard to think with a dragon breathing down their necks.

"But she's so pretty..." Alfred said. "I hate to see the pretty ones die."

"You always do," Arthur grumbled. "Three and a half minutes left!" He called to the pair.

Three and a half...Time passed too quickly!"Vash, Vash, the tiles, they're the dragons body."

IT suddenly clicked in Heidi's mind. "Look at how they're arranged! See, the two tiles furthermost away from us are like it's front claws!"

Vash's brain started to make connections then. "Yes! So...two...eyes, two horns, two claws...but it only has one of one thing...!"

Arthur frowned. "She really is too smart." He grumbled.

Alfred laughed. "Tell us then, if you dare!"

Ddraig snarled, jaws cranking open wide as if preparing to snap the pair of humans up. Vash shouted out the answer just before Ddraig could have the chance. "The answer is mouth!"

The tiles started flipping right up, etches of eyes, claws, nostrils and horns...and the middle flipped up as...a mouth.

Alfred laughed. "I told you, Arthur! We should have done something more challenging!"

"It would've been more challenging if you let me set it at two and a half minutes...poor Ddraig would've had a meal then."

Alfred stuck out his tongue, leaving Arthur and swaggering down the stairs. "Good job you two! You don't get eaten!"

"No." Arthur sounded unhappy. "You won..."

"Which reminds me." Alfred turned back to Arthur. "I'm topping tonight."

Arthur sneered at Alfred, but submitted, "Fine." HE turned to their shaken guests, and flapped his hands at them. "I suppose, in light of your victory, that you may leave now, if you so wish..."

"Just like that?" Vash asked suspiciously.

"Of course."

"But do come back." Alfred added on. "You're welcome to keep playing games with us."

"Like we'd want to," Vash muttered lowly, grasping Heidi's hand and starting to walk away from the two insane men, wanting to put as much distance between them as quickly as possible.

Heidi stumbled after him, looking back at Alfred and Arthur. Alfred grinned and waved cheerily at her. Looking frightened, she sped up, her brother not far behind her.

“Such a shame.” Alfred sighed. “Such nice guests.”

Arthur nodded in agreement. “Yes, yes, but I’m sure we’ll have more soon. We always do…” A strange light entered his eyes and he smiled. “Come on now, Alfred. Let’s not dwell.”

Alfred bobbed his head. “Okay!” He bounded out of the Game Room after Arthur, where it would remain empty until the next guests.