Halcyon [Mister + Assi] - R-18

Madeline seemed to brighten up when she saw them and she simply smiled, walking over to them.

"Good! You guys seem like you're on better terms now! I'm glad," She said with a soft, content sigh. "You two should spend more time with each other. I want to make sure my fiancé and my brother can be the best of friends. Don't worry about me, you two. I have to talk with mother anyways."

Before she left though, she leant up to kiss Arthur's cheek before finally hurrying away.

Alfred just was still in his place and all he could feel was guilt. Now that he had seen his sister...he felt extremely guilty for what they were doing. All he could do was stand and watch her as she disappeared out of their sight, still holding Arthur's hand lightly.

They were definitely not best friends. There had been very few moments so far when Arthur had liked and gotten along with Alfred. He had been there for a month and all they seemed to have discovered is that they were attracted to one another.

Arthur blushed as she pecked his cheek and also watched her leave. He didn’t let go of Alfred’s hand, either. She hadn’t seemed bothered by it at all. Perhaps this really was normal for two close friends to do?

He ran his thumbs along one of the veins in the back of Alfred’s hand, trying to coax some sort of response out of him. Should they return to what they had been doing or leave it?

Alfred just continued on watching the spot that Madeline was at, even after she was gone and he soon took a breath, trying to calm himself down and think about this rationally.

He...he wanted Arthur and it was obvious that Arthur wanted him back. Maybe he was being used. He had no idea but he loved kissing and making out with the other.

Soon he began tugging him back to the bedroom, biting his lip in contemplation.

"...Until the wedding. I...It doesn't count until then," He murmured. It was more of an effort to comfort himself. After all, this was an arranged marriage. Arthur had been with other women before he met Madeline...it shouldn't be any different this time around! It wasn't as if he was going to get attached or anything! He was there just for the physical pleasure.

Right?

Arthur was a little beyond surprised as Alfred began to tug him down the corridor, proceeding with their previous plans. He stared at Alfred in confusion, amazed that he still wanted to do this (whatever they were supposed to be going to do).

He just nodded, a little awkwardly at Alfred’s statement. It was obviously Alfred’s way of consoling him and it made Arthur want to do the same, make Alfred feel better. He didn’t suit this thoughtful, unsure expression.

“Of course,” he said softly, catching up to walk at Alfred’s side, with still conjoined hands.

Alfred absolutely refused to look over at Arthur as he pulled him along the corridor and towards his room. His cheeks were bright red and he was constantly trying to convince himself that he only liked how Arthur kissed. This wasn't betrayal or anything to Madeline. It wasn't as if he really liked Arthur though he did have a nice smile and had always been rather gentle with him.

He soon glanced over at Arthur, squeezing his hand lightly before returning his gaze to the hallway in front of him.

Soon enough he opened the bedroom door, pulling Arthur in.

Arthur tripped a little as he was pulled inside of Alfred’s room but soon regained whatever dignity he had left, smiling a little across at the other. He felt impeccably awkward now that they were alone again; guilt setting in.

There was another bed to tempt him, just like the previous day. Lord, had it only been yesterday that he’d sworn he’d never do this again?

Still holding Alfred’s hand, he headed across to the bed, pulling the other over with him. He stopped before they reached it, however and (somewhat timidly) leaned across to kiss him, much gentler than before in the corridor.

Alfred reached over to lock the door before looking over at Arthur. He allowed Arthur to lead him towards the bed and though it was awkward, he soon reached up to cup the prince's cheeks. Smiling a bit, more in reassurance than anything else, Alfred leant forward so he could slowly and tenderly kiss the other boy.

He knew that this was completely wrong. That not only was he betraying Madeline, though he convinced himself that he wasn't, but the fact that he was doing this was someone he was supposed to dislike. Not only that but with someone who was his same sex.

It was forbidden. Yet it being forbidden only stirred up his excitement even more.

It hadn't even been more than a day and they had their hands on each other all over again.

Arthur seemed to melt a little against Alfred’s lips, his hands coming to rest on the other’s waist. This was purely for pleasure. Of course it was. Why else would Arthur so willingly allow himself to do this? The time before with another man had been… educational. This was no different. It was to… to, uh, satisfy the urge until he and Madeline did unmentionable things that he didn’t want to do with her.

Yes. That.

He sighed softly, closing his eyes as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. It was wrong but he might as well enjoy it whilst it lasted.

Alfred couldn't help but wonder why Arthur seemed to be more willing to actually kiss him. He seemed more involved in the kisses with him than Madeline. Maybe Madeline was just a bad kisser?

He didn't really want to think about his sister's kissing abilities though.

Though why? Didn't he like Madeline more than him?

Alfred soon pulled away from the kiss, panting a bit and his knees against the edge of the bed.

"Mm, you seem like you enjoy kissing your fiancée's brother," He teased with a small smirk.

Arthur swallowed thickly when the kiss ended, a little out of breath as he looked at Alfred with half-lidded eyes. His somewhat seductive expression disappeared in a second however, quickly turning into a grimace.

He pushed Alfred back on to the bed in retaliation.

He climbed on to the bed to sit beside Alfred, using his arms either side of the other’s torso to support himself as he leaned over Alfred.

“You seem to enjoy kissing your future brother-in-law,” he retorted, frowning down at the other.

Alfred nearly yelped when he was pushed back down on the bed and he let out a loud gasp though he shifted around underneath the other. His cheeks were bright red as he gazed up at Arthur.

"Hey, I'm going to be a brother-in-law too. So you not only like kissing your fiancée's brother but also your own future brother-in-law." He frowned back up at Arthur though by no means did he really want to well...stop yet.

He paused for a moment before reaching up to brush Arthur's bangs out of his face, smirking slightly once more.

"And so what if I like kissing him...?"

Arthur arched an eyebrow. That was quite an idiotic thing that Alfred had just said. He was obviously putting his schooling to work there. He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips, especially when Alfred brushed his hair out of his face.

He didn’t really have a response to what Alfred said, but it did make him blush and feel all fuzzy and warm inside.

He leaned down and pecked him once, on the corner of his lips. He hummed gently, as though to prove that he agreed before pressing his lips to Alfred’s once again, lying his torso across Alfred’s as he did so.

Alfred didn't know why but he really wanted to impress Arthur. Not that he had much experience to impress him with and in all reality, he was extremely nervous but all at the same time, he still wanted Arthur to look at him and have him remember that Alfred was the one who gave him a good time.

He felt fuzzy in his stomach and he just smiled against Arthur's lips.

It really was fascinating to think that they both knew that this was wrong but they were still going through with this. Still kissing each other. But Alfred was a selfish boy and though he knew the consequences, he had also never felt so good.

Letting Arthur press their torsos together, Alfred reached up and ran his hand along the other prince's back.

Arthur shuddered when Alfred touched him and just pressed more into the kiss.

He was also trying to show off, feeling as though he had to after Alfred’s original challenge of proving to him that he was a good kisser, amongst other things. Although Arthur was not quite up for those ‘other things’. He didn’t want to go that far. Or at least not yet. He could certainly fantasize about it, but acting upon it would be different entirely.

If Alfred and he ever wanted to do something like that, it would have to be planned. Arthur doubted that the other knew anything about sex, other than the biological things. He refused to be hurt by or hurt Alfred.

“You taste like the beef from dinner,” he said into Alfred’s lips, before kissing him a little more hungrily than before.

To be completely honest, Alfred wasn't ready at all for anything way too...intimate with Arthur yet. Not at all. He didn't know how to do it with another male and he barely even knew how to do it with a female. In fact, he never really thought that he would ever of had sex just for the pleasure. His parents always made it seem as if sex was only for the purpose of conception and that was it.

It made him curious yet nervous about it also. Arthur said that it felt good with another man but did it really? It was putting things where they didn't belong!

But kissing was still good. Alfred could definitely keep on kissing Arthur more and more.

He couldn't help but laugh a bit, tilting his head so he could deepen the kiss and taste Arthur more. Alfred broke the kiss, lips swollen and he just gasped for air.

"Guess you like the taste then. Feels like you're trying to eat me up." He laughed again, breathless.

Arthur snorted, rolling his eyes. Briefly, he realised he’d snorted and flushed but tried to pretend that he hadn’t noticed.

“Berk,” he muttered affectionately, trailing his fingertips along the line of Alfred’s jaw. “You really have a way with words, don’t you?” he chuckled quietly, nipping carefully at Alfred’s lips.

He just hoped that no one would try and disturb them. It would be pretty bloody difficult to come up for an excuse as to why Arthur was in Alfred’s room so late, with the door locked.

Alfred simply grinned when he heard Arthur snort and he got more comfortable underneath the other prince. He had noticed the snort and it only made him laugh though he didn't make any mention of it.

"If by a way of words you mean vulgar, then yeah, I'm a poet," He joked though he opened his lips a bit as Arthur nipped at his own.

Truthfully, he could probably lay in his bed and kiss Arthur all night long.

He was pretty certain that no one would disturb him. Everyone knew how scheduled of a sleeper Alfred was and how grumpy he got each time he was woken up.

“Indeed,” Arthur agreed, smiling down at the other before he softly kissed him a few more time. His fingers caressed Alfred’s neck and shoulder, moving in slow, sweeping motions.

He then pressed his forehead to Alfred’s, gazing down into his sky blue eyes. He didn’t understand why it was that he made him feel like this, why Alfred did and Madeline didn’t. Perhaps it was the spark in his eyes, the swagger in his step or perhaps the slight beetrooty smell to him, but Arthur just wanted to spend more and more time with him. He would forgive Alfred eventually, and he would like him to give him a real reason to. Arthur wanted and needed friends. That was where Alfred would prove useful, along with midnight kisses when they were lonely.

Alfred never knew that Arthur's smiles could be so gentle yet he knew as he watched him that he could just stare at his smile forever. Especially when it was like that.

He pressed his forehead back, resting his head back on the pillow and letting out soft, gentle breaths. There were many beautiful women in court that his parents had always urged him on trying to court but never were they interesting enough for him. Never did he actually want to go up to one of them and kiss him.

And then this prince comes along, already being married off to his own sister and...and he couldn't stop this urge of wanting to kiss him.

And even when the kisses slowed, Alfred still trailed his fingers along Arthur's back, slowly feeling it.

When Arthur thought about how he felt with Alfred in comparison to how he felt with Madeline, it made him want to marry her even less. He had never wanted to go through with the arranged marriage, but it didn’t really seem like he had a choice anymore (not that he had in the first place). He was even beginning to wish that they could have been in a scenario where Arthur could have just married Alfred instead of Madeline to build the alliance between the two kingdoms.

He arched his back upwards into Alfred’s lingering touch, continuing to look down into Alfred’s eyes.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he stated before pecking his lips.

In a way, Alfred found himself wanting Arthur to marry Madeline less and less. Though now it was for his own selfish reasons. He didn't want Arthur to marry Madeline. He didn't want Madeline anywhere near Arthur anymore. He wanted Madeline to find a man she loved and for Arthur to...possibly be with him.

Not that he wanted to be in a relationship with him or anything like that. That was completely impossible and the first place and he was pretty sure that Arthur didn't completely forgive him just yet though. But at the same time, if he was forced to marry someone to help the kingdom and its alliances...then well...maybe Arthur would...possibly...definitely not certainly...be on the top of his list.

He returned the quick peck and he looked up at Arthur with half-lidded blue eyes.

"You don't look like you want to stop though," He pointed out, shivering in pleasure.

Arthur purred in amusement and licked Alfred’s lower lip teasingly.

“I don’t,” he responded simply.

He was starting to feel tired, though. He wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to stay the night in Alfred’s room, and knew that he should probably return to his own chambers soon. He didn’t really want to.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked after a few moments, waiting for a response before he tried to do anymore kissing of any sort.

After Alfred felt Arthur's tongue swipe his lip, he couldn't help but swipe his own tongue over his lip so he could taste the prince. To think that they would have ever kissed like this. When he had first met the prince, he would have never thought that well...he would be kissing the boy that he was supposed to hate. But here he was, wanting more and more of his kisses and being only satisfied with them.

Soon enough though he looked up at the other and he didn't even hesitate.

"...Definitely not."

His lips were swollen from all the kisses and they were still tingling. He didn't want to just...completely stop.

Arthur chuckled softly and leant in for another deep kiss, being languid and tender as he did so. He ran his fingers through Alfred’s hair.

After a few long moments of moving his lips against Alfred’s, he broke the kiss and breathed against Alfred’s mouth: “The servants will soon arrive at my chambers to do their nightly humiliation routine.” Meaning the servants would soon turn up to help him change into his nightgown and tuck him into bed. “How do you keep them away? I’ve told them not to come but they must think it’s fun or something,” he had a slight humourous tone to his voice, kissing him again.

Alfred was more than happy to return the kiss back and he sighed in contentment against Arthur's lips. He really felt like he could kiss him for the rest of the night and if he was given the option to do so, he would have done just that. Or well as long as Arthur wanted to kiss him.

He panted softly against Arthur's lips before reddening in embarrassment though he tried to kiss his embarrassment away.

"They caught me," He mumbled between kisses. "Um...touching myself. They don't like entering anymore unless I tell them to."

...How embarrassing. Did he really just admit that?