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Summary: Young heir of a multi-million dollar company, Alfred F. Jones' hedonistic way of life was threatened by the arrival of his parents' newest watchdog in the form of a traditional British butler. Of course, resentment quickly turned into infatuation when he found out that Arthur the butler, despite being older a few good years than him, was a man with boyish good look and adorable hissy personality perfect for Alfred's teasing pleasure. US/UK.

A/N: A grateful hug to Star Anise who is still willing to stick patiently with me and my grammar sins. Also a bunch of grateful kisses to Star Hazuki for spamming me with USUK pictures when I got writer's block. Gosh, what did I do to deserve such wonderful betas? ( ;A;)

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The Butler

Chapter 6

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"Then let me kiss you."

Alfred could only stare and gape at his butler for a few seconds, which apparently stretched to forever for Arthur because the man leaned in until the very tips of their noses touched each other and said, "You're over-thinking this, Sir." Warm breath mingled with an alcoholic scent stroked the young heir's skin, while those brilliant emeralds focused only on him. "Yes or no?"

That did it for Alfred. Right after the words left Arthur's lips, the American dove in and eagerly smashed their lips together. He ignored the few cat-calls and whistles, fully knowing that a couple (be it heterosexual or gay) making out was not a rarity in this club, hence the unwanted audience would soon lose interest anyway. There were more pressing issues here, such as making Arthur feels so good that the little man would stop with the damn strugg—

A resounding smack was heard, followed instantly with a throbbing soreness on his left cheek. Alfred's jaw hung in shock before finally he let out a dramatic gasp. "D-did you just punch me?"

Arthur's lips were red and slightly puckered in a pout. "I said, I want to kiss you," he spoke slowly with a hint of slurring, either because he thought he was talking to a rather dim child, or because he was just too smashed to form words at normal speed. "Not you—" he jabbed his finger at the other blonde's chest, "—kissing me."

"What's the difference?"

"A whole world of difference." Arthur furrowed his eyebrows as if challenging his young master to contradict him. "Now, are you willing to be a good lad and listen to my every command?" He leaned in further, apparently this time aiming for Alfred' ear since he could feel the puff of air in his right one. "What says you, Young Master?"

Alfred definitely did not just imagine the lick on his ear shell. The wet and ticklish sensation ran a shiver all over his body. It shut down his whole thought process, and so he did the only thing he could: nodded dumbly at whatever Arthur was saying.

"Splendid." The butler straightened his position and smiled sweetly like the Britannia Angel he appeared to be. Of course, the illusion disappeared once the man grabbed both sides of Alfred's collar and, with a burst of strength, ripped the white material apart.

"...A-Arthur?" Alfred was now simultaneously feared for his life and majorly turned on. Fuck—and the masochist in him meant that in a good way.

"Shush, love." Both his hands reached out and gently cradled each of the American's cheek. "Now, say 'aah' and stick out your tongue."

Alfred obediently did just so. Due to their close proximity, even in the dim room he could see Arthur's predatory smirk. The American reacted with a deep blush and, when Arthur pulled himself closer, he held his breath. As if in slow motion, he could follow every detail of the Briton separating his lips, allowing Alfred's tongue to slip inside, and enclosing it in warmth. First, there was merely pressure on the small appendage, but it quickly followed by sucking. Alfred also moved his tongue by instinct, wanting to taste more of the man in his arms, but Arthur whined in protest.

Not ready to risk killing the mood, Alfred decided to play the submissive lover. But with every sensation he felt (the way the Englishman roamed inside every inch of his mouth, constantly sucking and licki—oh, God...Was that a hand over his nipple?), Alfred absolutely needed to do something. So he settled for the next best thing: one of his arms wrapped itself around the butler's waist, while the other went lower and found a perfectly fuckable round firm ass within his grasp. He skilfully massaged the body part, kneading the (unfortunately still clothed) muscle underneath his fingers.

Arthur let out a deep throat hum of approval as he hoisted himself just enough to give Alfred more access. The American gladly took the offer and went further, cupping more part of the other man's bottom, and eventually found the one anatomy he wanted to explore further. His index finger brushed at the spot he guessed was the butler's entrance, and going by Arthur's sharp intake of breath, it seemed he was right on the mark. The bubbly blonde smirked at his discovery. His finger began rubbing and prodding at the puckered hole, although that damn thick cloth of the trousers acted as a fucking virginity fort against his touch. Alfred replaced the smirk with a frown, and even though Arthur could probably still sense the slight intrusion (a lustful moan from said man was the proof), the young heir never felt like zapping a piece of clothing into nothingness as much as he did right now.

"Wait...Arthur..." Alfred pulled the butler away by his shoulders, positioning him so that they were facing each other properly. Those green eyes stared back at him with confusion and dejection. The look nearly broke Alfred's heart and made him reacted instantly with a soft kiss to the smaller man's forehead. "Don't look at me like that, babe," he whispered. "I was just gonna say that...from now on, I will not hold back."

With that, he reinitiated the kiss. This time, both men were ready to fight for dominance. Noises from the clash of lips and two drumming hearts filled their ears. Arthur looped his hands around his young master's neck, playfully tugging the golden locks at the base of his head. Meanwhile, Alfred once again reached Arthur's pants, unbuttoning it. His hand sneaked in through the opening, passed the brief's waistband, and grasped the slightly hardened member.

"Wha..." Arthur stopped the kiss, casting a confused look down to where Alfred's hand was. "D-don't do that here, idio—ah!" the sudden sucking on his collar bone distracted Arthur from his protest, although only a second. "What if people...nngh...see? H-hey! Are you...haah...listening?" His protest got weaker toward the end as Alfred began stroking his length in a measured pace.

"Just lift your legs a bit to cover it, Artie." Alfred breathed out against Arthur's skin. "It's dim and they're not really paying attention, anyway."

It seemed that at this point, Arthur's mind was already too hazy to complain. The butler just obeyed and raised his legs to somewhat cover the shameless activity in his nether region, while holding on to Alfred's shoulders for support.

"That's it." Alfred kissed the man again, gently and loving this time, although his fingers did the opposite and increased the speed. "How does it feel, Arthur?"

"AANH, ALFR—mff!" Arthur hurriedly clasped his mouth shut with his hand. The embarrassment (how could he produce such a vulgar sound? How could he even hear the friction of skin against skin in this loud setting?) and the pleasant feeling down there almost drove him insane. He buried his face on Alfred's right shoulder, tightly closing both eyes.

Alfred continued attacking the Englishman's slender neck, decorating it with a trail of red marks from somewhere in the middle to the base. His hand was still expertly handling Arthur's sensitive part, which he could proudly say that by now was hard as a rock and slick with pre-cum. His own member had also begun to erect, ready for further action. Perhaps he could somehow convince Arthur to let him put it in?

At the thought of a part of himself being inside the beautiful butler, Alfred's face turned red in both excitement and lust. Yeah, maybe they could do it in the toilet? Not the most romantic place, but dammit, he would take Arthur anyplace, anytime, as long as the man consented to it.

The young American looked up, trying to locate his options of 'best place to fuck' in the establishment, while his stroking became more rapid to the point of desperation. It was then that the unfortunate incident happened. Perhaps it was because he was moving the wrong way, or their position was not that steady from the beginning, or life was simply being a bitch, but no matter the reason...the fact was that it did happened and dashed any opportunities for Alfred to have a good fuck that night.

"W-WHOAAAA!"

"AAAAAAAH!"

Two cries erupted when the stool tilted backward, taking both men down with it. Two bodies hit the floor, with the larger one at the bottom. People who happened to be at the site were laughing, while some were muttering "Drunkards..." under their breath and decided to ignore them.

Alfred blinked a few times, trying to re-gather his thoughts after the shock. The first thing that came into his mind was to check on Arthur. It seemed like sometime during the fall, Alfred had instinctively wrapped both his hands around Arthur to protect him. The man was now laid motionless on top of him; his face was hidden on Alfred's chest. He appeared to be uninjured. Still, Alfred couldn't help but to feel worry. "Artie, are you okay?"

"...Came."

"Artie?"

Arthur lifted his face, red just like his beloved roses. All sign of drunkenness had gone, replaced by something that resembled shame. His eyes were round and teary as he whispered, "...I think I just came."

Alfred stared at him for a good few seconds, before a wide grin appeared. "You came because of the fall? That's so fucking cute!" He laughed. "Now I just need to figure out how to make you come because you fall for me, not on top of me. Got it? Fall?" His laughter grew to his usual boisterous laugh.

A loud smack once again was heard, although this time the pain came from his right cheek. Alfred rubbed the red area, wincing.

"I guess the joke deserves that punch."

"Fucking right it does, you arse."

"K-Kikuuuu," Alfred sniffed and whined at the phone. "It's been three days since that thing happened and Arthur still won't let me touch him anymore! What should I do?"

"Did you properly apologize for killing the mood with your clumsiness and ill-timed joke?" The Japanese young man sounded perfectly calm as usual. "And why is there an echo from your side? I'm sorry for asking, but Alfred-kun...are you calling me...from the toilet?"

"Uh...yeah. Sorry, dude. I hope you don't mind." The American chuckled guiltily. "I just don't want Arthur to hear this call. And I did some personal business here a few moments ago. This actually relates back to the Arthur thing," he began to rant while fiddling with the toilet paper holder right beside him. "Ever since that night, I've been wanting to do more and more...to do all sorts of 'fun' stuffs to him, y'know? But he won't even allow me to fucking hug him. I got a blow in the stomach the last time I tried. So now whenever I have the urges, my hand becomes my trusted partner and the bathroom becomes my safe haven. But don't worry, I already washed my hands before calling you."

"...that's simply too much information, Alfred-kun."

"Err, sorry, again." Alfred apologized earnestly, although he knew Kiku wasn't even angry. A bit disturbed, perhaps, but the dude just did not do anger. Not openly, at least. He could clearly imagine his best friend shaking his head with a small smile right now.

"Back to my first question, did you properly apologize to Kirkland-san?"

"Yeah, I even bought him flowers!"

"And his reaction?"

Alfred stared at the ceiling, smiling a bit as he recalled the memory. "He was blushing and stuttering. It was damn adorable."

"So he forgave you, then?"

"He said he did," Alfred pouted. "But he still pretty much ignores me. Hell, he won't even look me straight in the eye unless he really has to."

"Hmm," There was a pause, and Alfred figured this was the part where Kiku put his hand under his chin and think. "Perhaps Kirkland-san is still embarrassed because you did all those ecchi things with him that night?"

"Edgy?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. I accidentally used my native slang." Kiku chuckled. "What I mean is dirty, naughty, perverted, lewd, shamele—"

"Alright, alright!" Alfred turned a bright shade of red while rubbing the back of his neck. "Geez dude, I got it already. So if he is embarrassed, what should I do to make him not embarrassed to do those kinds of things with me? No, better yet, how to make him wants to do those kinds of things with me?"

"That's easy!" Suddenly Elizabeta's cheery voice came on. "You just need to create the perfect moment to resolve the sexual tension."

"Li-Liz? Since when were you listening? And why are you over at Kiku's?"

"You're on speaker phone since the beginning, Young Master Jones." The Hungarian giggled. "And it's our usual yaoi apprecia—uh, I mean, it's my day off and so I thought, why not visit Young Master Honda and have a good chat over a cup of tea? A-anyway," she coughed once. "Back to your problem, I believe that it would do you and Mr. Kirkland some good if you two go on a vacation."

"Vacation, huh?" Alfred rubbed his chin, mentally picturing all sorts of activities he and Arthur could do during a vacation. Perhaps they could go to his family's seaside villa? Arthur could lie on a blanket and read some boring book while he went swimming. Then he would offer to put some sun screen on Arthur's soft creamy skin, and things would lead further. Or, they could go on a camping trip, and at night, when Arthur was afraid of the ghosts, he would be a total hero and comfort him. Then things would heat up and—

"AMAZING IDEA, LIZ!" He couldn't resist yelling excitedly whilst wiping the drool on the corner of his lips.

"Of course, I'm the expert at resolving UST." Elizabeta claimed proudly. "Now, all we need to do is to figure out where to go."

"Oh, don't worry about that." Kiku rejoined the conversation. "I have a plan."

TBC

A/N: I'm using my usual style of transition here because I think it fits, but if it's weird please do tell me (winks winks nudges at Lunar Iris). This is my first time writing something smut-like, and the whole time I was going 'WHAT THE HELL AM I WRITING? I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M GONNA SHOW THIS TO PEOPLE!' But yeah, here it is. Have any critics or suggestion for that scene? Please, come at me bro! I'm ready for the judgement.