Title: The Door into Summer
Author/Artist: ayami
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America/England
Rating: NC-17 for this part.
Summary: Arthur and Alfred were lovers for a while now, but Arthur seemed to be unwilling to move furthur in their relationship. As Alfred comes closer to the truth behind Arthur's reaction, things turn out to be more than he expected...
Translated from Chinese with permission.
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Chapter 6-2
Andrew laid on the living room floor, letting out a low growl in its sleep. Arthur was startled by this and turned around. He found out it may have just been dreaming.
Alfred had just came back from outside. He brought back a deer from the hunt in the afternoon and planned to have the cook make something with it--the deer had already died as food once, it would be pitiful if Arthur was to handle the cooking. As he stepped into the room, he discovered Arthur had put down the book on his hand and was staring at Andrew. He put his hands on Arthur's shoulder.
"What is it?"
Arthur turned around and gave him a smile.
"I'm thinking about whether Andrew dreams or not."
"I think he does." Alfred squatted down and observed his beloved dog, or rather, "their" beloved dog. He pulled on Andrew's ear.
"Hey, buddy. Tell me what you dreamt of."
Arthur laughed out as he watched Alfred's action.
"... Oh. You found a lost lamb? Hmm?" Alfred leaned over gently, listening to its grunts as it breathed.
"Uh-huh... I see... The lamb did nothing on the grasslands the whole afternoon... You think he's bored..."
"What? You want him to play with you?"
"No, buddy. You know the lamb can always handle being by himself. And he has to go back to the farmhouse when the night falls..."
Alfred pretended to be serious and discussed with the dog. Arthur knew Andrew didn't say anything at all. Even if it did, he didn't believe Alfred would be able to understand.
"... Okay. I can do that for you." He got up from the floor and walked over to Arthur as if he had made some kind of agreement with Andrew.
"Hmm? Al-Alfred!!!!"
Arthur yelled in surprise when he was being lifted high up. The culprit loudly declared in righteousness:
"In order to protect our sheep Arthur, it's time for him to return to the farmhouse and eat!"
He had Arthur in his arms and dashed toward the dining hall like a rampaging bull. Arthur was screaming at Alfred to put him down all the way, but the lad was already addicted to this game and ignored him.
"The hero made a promise with Andrew. The mission must be accomplished!"
"Wanker! Git!" Arthur yelled until he found himself laughing. "Put me down this instance! Andrew didn't say that at all!"
"No way! He said it clearly! He said Alfred brought back a game for some extra food, but Arthur was still reading his book! And studying whether he dreams or not! God!" Alfred relayed Andrew's words in details, "He wanted to grab the meat on the table at once already!"
Arthur leaned on Alfred's shoulder and couldn't hold back his laughter. He hugged Alfred tightly; all of a sudden kisses were scattered on his forehead, the corner of his eyes and between his nose. When they stopped in front of the door to the dining room, a kiss finally landed on the spot Alfred was waiting for. They were competing with each other on who would be out of breath first. Arthur’s agile tongue slid into Alfred's mouth, and Alfred's tongue tip licked over his teeth, unwilling to be outdone.
Arthur was intoxicated with this kiss and discovered sensitively that Alfred's hands were moving restlessly on his chest. He didn't mind. At least he didn't have time to mind in the presence of this kiss. So Alfred's somewhat rough hands were placed on his chest, and Arthur's hands moved toward Alfred's waist.
Naturally, they ended up leaning against the corner of the wall. Arthur was holding Alfred's thick golden skull, allowing him to rip his shirt off and kiss his chest as much as he liked. When Alfred was sucking on the tip of his nipple, Arthur's face was flushing. He lowered his head and panted uncontrollably. His brain couldn't function properly. With the pleasure, he could only think about something like "fuck me already" or "let me fuck him". Dinner? The corner of a wall behind the door? What's that?... When your lover was about to lick your belly button!
Alfred almost pulled his pants all the way down. Arthur still grabbed his belt several times symbolically, but he soon gave up in weak will. He had to admit that he was looking forward to the pleasure that Alfred could bring for him. It would make him feel like lightning had struck him numb from his scalp to his toes. In the end, he could only bend his legs weakly on the floor, allowing Alfred to spread his body out and enjoy it wantonly.
But he thought somewhat difficultly, first time... in the corner of a wall... a servant may pass through at any time...
Alfred's tongue moistened his tip again, almost making him scream.
Uh... this doesn't seem good... no... This is bad... Al... Do-don't lick there... ah... here... hmm...
When he was about to lose it, the sudden crisp ring of a bell surprised the both of them. They maintained their position. Alfred was going to caress Arthur, who had slid down already. They listened intently to the sound inside the room. After a while, they only heard the sounds of plate clashing and the voices of maids conversing. It seemed the ring was only a message to notify a dish had already been prepared. They turned their heads back and looked at each other. Alfred gave him another lick when he wasn't paying attention. Arthur shivered and came on Alfred's hand.
Arthur's whole body weakened and he sat down on his pants. Alfred seemed to think the feeling of having the milky white liquid on his hands was interesting. He actually curled his fingers into a fist then spread them out.
"Wipe it off already!"
Arthur wanted to make his voice sound a little intimidating, but the voice that came out sounded hoarse and quiet like a cat's meow.
"Why?" Alfred asked puzzledly, "This is our precious first time souvenir!"
"Bloody wanker!" Arthur grabbed Alfred's hand and took out a handkerchief from Alfred's left pocket. Then he forced Alfred to spread his hand out and wiped on his fingers one by one with a serious face.
"Ah--you wiped it all off--" Alfred said unhappily. Arthur gave him a stare.
"What's the point of keeping it! This-this-this is only--"
"I also want to lick it and see what it tastes like!"
"Don't apply your experimental spirit here!"
Arthur threw the handkerchief back to his face, not knowing whether he should be angry or laugh. He pulled his pants on and buttoned his shirt up one by one, trying to return to his neat appearance in the beginning.
Alfred stared at the handkerchief in disappointment and looked at him again.
"Let-let's eat." Arthur looked away and stuttered, "Get your clothes straighten out too."
"Eh--" Alfred stood up somewhat unwillingly, "I like it better when we both look messy."
"... Go in the dining room already! You brat!"
The Door into Summer
Days were sweet and tasty like a sugar coated apple. Each time Arthur came over, he stayed up to a month at most. Because there was so little time, they grabbed a hold of every opportunity to be with each other. Alfred set himself an English time--in other words, as long as Arthur was here, he would stay at home, ride horses, go fishing, take a walk, kiss and do some erotic things with Arthur...
Arthur liked the way Alfred kissed his earlobe, even more so when he nibbled on it in his mouth as if he was speaking silent words of love. By doing that, Arthur could feel Alfred's breathing sounds ringing in his ears just by touching his earlobe when he left the America... Just thinking about it made him feel short of breath.
He didn't know he would actually be like a young fellow that had first taste love. The first thing he did every day when he opened his eyes was to think about what Alfred was doing right now. But Arthur understood that he shouldn't confuse his official duties with his private affairs. He tried to act not so different from his usual self, being careful so that it wouldn't be easy for the higher-ups to discover his relationship with Alfred. He wasn't an advocate for secrets; he just thought it would be strange for other people to know about his intimate relationship. All right, to be more specific, it made him feel embarrassed and he didn't know what to do.
More importantly, those annoying matters swarmed into his head the moment he returned to Europe. He was too busy with the war with France and could only rest late at night.
Sitting on the bed, he took out the necklace that was hanging before his chest. When he opened that fine little golden lid, he would look at his lovely big boy. He would often look at it until he fell asleep. The next day he would still be holding the necklace in his hands firmly when he woke up. He would sit on the bed and stare at Alfred's portrait for a while until it was time to get ready. Then he would kiss the necklace reluctantly and close the lid.
Even though he won the war afterwards, they were both battered and fell into financial deficits. Despite not feeling well, Arthur still insisted on going to America. Letters alone could not convey his wholehearted longing. He split his heart in half; Alfred was on one end and his people were on the other end. When he rubbed the ring on his finger that symbolized power, he would occasionally think of Alfred's long fingers gently touching his. Whenever he was looking at Alfred's portrait, smoke and howls of war would sometimes cross his mind. Both sides were important to him. He loved himself just like he loved Alfred. Responsibilities and duties were on one end like some kind of seal rooted deeply in his mind. Spring-like gentle attachment was on the other end.
After the war with France was over, Arthur left for America immediately. The sky was a little cloudy by the time he got to their house. It looked like it was going to rain. Autumn was already here; the weather was gradually getting colder. Arthur was reading paperwork on a deck chair beside the living room fireplace. He laid on the side and freed only one hand to hold the paper. Fatigue from the long travel made his conscious gradually hazy. The familiar scent of water vapor was in the air. The paper on his hand soon fell to the ground and he was sound asleep.
Stepping on water puddles, Alfred came back to the house from the backyard. He and Andrew shook off the water on their bodies together. Andrew still had a ball in his mouth. Alfred extended his hand out for it to give the ball back.
"Hey. It'll break soon if you keep biting it." Alfred patted its head.
"Even though Arthur will be happy to make another one for you, but I don't want him to spend too much time on you."
Andrew growled quietly as if he understood Alfred's words and put down the ball unwillingly.
"But to compensate, I'll give you more bones and meat!" Alfred held the ball in his hand in satisfaction. Then they walked to the room upstairs.
The first thing he saw was Arthur's messy sandy hair exposed in the back of the chair and then the papers scattered on the floor. Alfred had Andrew laid on the side and picked the papers up from the ground in silence. He read it in curiosity and frowned unconsciously. But he still put away these papers away on the table by the side. He leaned over to kiss Arthur, who was covered with clothes and showed only a small part of his face.
Arthur felt someone tickling his neck lightly while being half awake. He opened his eyes with a smile. As he had expected, Alfred was sitting on the deck chair together with him and observing his sleeping face.
"Have you seen enough?" Arthur rested his head on his hands so his body was closer to Alfred's embrace.
Alfred kissed the tip of his nose mischievously, "No way."
Then Arthur extended his hand out, signaling him to move closer. Then he kissed on his lips.
"How about this?"
"Ah--" Alfred sighed in dissatisfaction, "That's cheating!"
"Oh." Arthur was still smiling, "You want to punish me now?"
"Hmph." Alfred pretended to be pondering. He took a good look at Arthur from the top to the bottom greedily. Because of the rest he just had, Arthur's face blushed in an intoxicating rosy color. The casual clothes he wore at home made him reveal a large area of his fair chest. Even though it was a pity that those two lovely fruits were still hidden by the clothes, but seeing his slender legs was enough.
While Alfred was still putting on an act and pretending to be thinking, Arthur already bent his legs against Alfred's hips and rubbed it restlessly. Alfred lost his rationality immediately. He flipped, straddled on Arthur, and saw Arthur smiling at him mischievously.
"Andrew!" Alfred yelled through gritted teeth.
"Go outside for a bit. Be a good boy, I'll give you double the bones at dinner!"
Arthur added, "We have some things to do... Go find the ball I made for you and play with it?"
Andrew stood up and let out a bark as if it was protesting, but his two owners had no time to pay attention to it.
In fact, they weren't really concerned with whether Andrew went out or not now.
Sure enough, it began raining at night. Small raindrops fell on the roof, leaving transparent water marks on the window. Yellow light was flashing dimly inside. There was no need to speak out, the voices of skin whispered to each other. The sight was a soaring bird that moved up and down, wishing there was never an end. Each breath exhaled was a cloud or flower, scattered in the swaying light.
A cool rainfall was outside the window. It was also drizzling here too. As sweet as the rain, moans drifted across everything to the outside of the world. It was a Neverland here; everyone that stayed in it could only give up their thoughts and everything they persisted... It seemed the rain would never stop. And no one wanted it to stop.
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Now that I'm on my break and school's starting in a few weeks, I'm going to take the time and try to translate as much I can.
This chapter was quite fun to translate, I can't help but smile sometimes because of Arthur and Alfred's interaction...