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30 August 2011 @ 11:19 pm
Stay - Part 4/5 - [[USUK]]  
Title: Stay - Part 4/5 - [[USUK]]
Author/Artist: colonel_alqui
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, America/England.
Rating: R
Warnings: Language and sexual situations.
Summary: In desperate need to keep his apartment with Arthur and to sort out his feelings for him, Alfred takes up a job at a strip joint. He only prays that it won't affect his emotions or his sanity...

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“You’re so handsome and kind, you know.”

“Arthur…”

“No, you really are, love. Please believe it, and please stop frowning.”

Alfred heaved a sigh, leaning in to kiss the other and whispering, “I’m sorry. You’re just so good to me, and I don’t deserve it… But, yeah, I’ll stop frowning now.”

With their previous conversation involving how the rest of the world viewed them, he then forced his facial expression to change, twitching the corners of his lips upward for a small smile. He hoped that it could be mistaken for something bigger, as they were currently laying together on his futon in their darkened bedroom. It was late Tuesday afternoon, and the two of them had basically spent the entire day lazing around in the futon - such ‘lazing around’ had included watching funny cat videos on YouTube using Arthur’s laptop, eating chocolate chip cookies from a bag for both breakfast and lunch, and kissing or feeling each other up at random intervals. Today hadn’t exactly been productive.

And speaking of random intervals of touching, Arthur was doing it to him again. Much to his dismay, he couldn’t allow it right now.

“Nngh… We can’t, I have to leave for work soon,” Alfred said weakly, not wanting to fight the delicious feeling of his boyfriend’s hand between his legs, rubbing and squeezing at his half-hard length beneath his boxers. He groaned. “M-Maybe when I get home, I think my boss said that I only have to stay until ten.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to suck you off real quick? You’re stressed, and I bet you would feel better,” Arthur told him with a firm nod as he raised his head up to peck him on the cheek. The speed and strength of his rubbing and squeezing increased.

Resisting the urge to groan for a second time, Alfred rolled off the futon and stood, saying, “I’m sure. And I’m also sure that we’ll have some fun when I get back tonight… Okay?”

Arthur murmured in agreement, and watched silently as the other went to dress himself and comb at his ruffled locks. He curled up on the futon, his smoldering emerald green gaze upon him. This is what he enjoyed about their relationship the most - they could spend almost an entire day chattering away at one another, and then slip into a comfortable silence without the slightest hint of awkwardness. No, they were perfectly at ease, perfectly at ease to wordlessly stare. He suppressed a laugh at how creepy that may have sounded to someone else, and continued to stare when Alfred exited the bedroom for the bathroom.

In the bathroom, after brushing his teeth and cleaning his glasses, Alfred habitually took one aspirin pill for the night at the joint ahead of him. He swallowed the little white tablet and waited. When he felt it sliding past his throat, he reopened the bottle and took one more. Just in case. He didn’t know what ‘case’ there could possibly be, however, he even contemplated taking a third dose, his thoughts abruptly broken by Arthur speaking.

“Call me before you come home, all right? I don’t want to be asleep when you get here,” he said, his voice growing louder as he himself moved from the bedroom to the bathroom, embracing Alfred when he entered. His bare chest and flannel boxers were so snug against him, that Alfred didn’t want to let go and returned the embrace at full force. They breathed out in contentment. “… You be careful out there, I’ll be waiting for you to call.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have phone out as soon as I’m done with work,” Alfred replied, finally managing to release his loving hold on Arthur. He said a brief goodbye, grabbed his wallet from the kitchen, and walked out the front door. It wasn’t raining outside, but it certainly was in his heart. He was dreading this night, and the idea that he would be acting like a slut for some rich man he didn’t know when he could be cuddled with his dear, sweet boyfriend under a blanket in their room made him sick to his stomach. Or perhaps that was the aspirin causing his insides to churn? Whatever, he didn’t care about much at this point. His sole concern was making money to stay with Arthur.

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“… Alfred F. Jones.”

“… Matthew Williams.”

The two stared at one another after introducing themselves, blinking. They had met in the joint’s changing room, in the back where their matching outfits for tonight’s performance had been lain out. It was odd enough that they had arrived at precisely the same time, and even odder that they... well, they looked alike. They both wore glasses, had blonde hair and blue eyes - though the shades varied -, and were around the same height. The only major difference between them was their voices and their builds, Alfred being more muscular while Matthew was simply slim. They continued to blink, silently realizing that this Mr. Bonnefoy guy most likely has a thing for incest or something. Ew.

“… So, uhm, I guess we better get dressed, eh?” Matthew said awkwardly, turning his head away from him, no longer having the desire to make eye contact with the kid he might have to take it up the ass from later tonight.

“Yeah,” Alfred agreed, also turning his head away, shifting his gaze down toward their outfits lain out on the table in front of them, each set having their name pinned to it. As he tore off the paper with his name, he glanced the outfit over, which seemed standard enough - tight black shorts, black suspenders with silver buckles, a sparkling white scarf, and a pair of lacquered high heels. Wait, what!? He immediately shared his disbelief with Matthew, telling him, “I can’t wear heels, damn it! I’m tall enough as it is! Besides, I don’t know how to walk them or anything…”

Matthew shrugged, “You’ll get into trouble with Sir if you don’t wear them. But maybe you can get off on the whole ‘I’ve never worn them before’ thing, and if you’re on your best behavior tonight. Still, if you do get into trouble, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He himself then began to strip out of his street clothes, a red hoodie and jeans, donning the scandalous clothing, heels and all, while basically ignoring the other. When the last buckle of his suspenders had been adjusted, he trotted over to one of the vanity stands - how in the world did he walk so perfectly in those pointy things!? - to do his makeup and hair. And when Alfred had managed to scramble into his outfit, having switched out the heels for a pair of black ankle boots, he beckoned him over to the vanity stand, since he had been told that this kid had yet to learn the proper beautifying techniques. He sighed inwardly as he fought with twitching lips and eyelids when he applied the necessary glosses and shades. He finished both of them off by spraying a good dose of strangely musky, vanilla-like cologne over their chests.

“Ready, Alfred?”

“Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

The room which they had been told to go to, one of the ‘V.I.P.’ rooms that was off to the side of the main dance floor and no bigger than the bedroom at the apartment, was lit by several smoky purple lights along the wall, and was absolutely littered with alcohol. There were cases of beer and rum at the minibar in the back, bottles of vodka on the single cherry wood table, and a glass of red wine in the hand of their patron for the night. The glass was raised to a set of thin lips, lips that curled into a sly smile after a sip that drained the remaining contents.

“Ah, mon peu fleurit, I’ve been expecting you… Alfred and Matthew, I presume? You may call me Francis. Actually, I insist that you call me that. I paid a high price to have the two of you all to myself, you had better heed my word,” Francis said in a fairly snobby tone. Though he wasn’t a creepy old man, he was, nevertheless, creepy. The sly smile on his lips abruptly morphed into a grin when the young men displayed their understanding through nods. “Now then…  Matthew, you pretty little thing, come sit on my lap. Alfred, bring me more wine.”

From where he had been hovering around the center of the room like a hawk, Francis took a seat in the overstuffed leather armchair near the table, placing his emptied glass on its surface. He waited with an expectant gaze, absently stroking at his scruff of a beard and tossing back his long locks of hair. Alfred disliked this man and his arrogance, disliked his accent, the nasally sound nothing like Arthur’s melodic one - although, he would admit that he was glad to have the man be taking a greater liking to Matthew than himself. The less attention he received the better. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the other went to perch in Francis’ lap, crossing his legs in a shy manner as his chin was lifted with the left hand and his thighs teased at with the right. A pink tint swept over his cheeks when Francis began to speak again.

“Mm, you’re so sweet and smooth, Matthew,” he told him, running a hand up and down the bare leg he found. The hand at his chin lifted it further, so that they were eye level. “Did I mention how nice it is to have you alone with me? Come now, give me a kiss.”

While they were busy locking lips, Alfred went on with his given task, glad that Francis had seemed to have taken a greater liking to Matthew. Whew, perhaps it was for the better that he hadn’t worn the heels, and that he had yet to shave his legs, despite Sir telling him to do so last night, to be ‘smooth’ like Matthew? It certainly seemed that way. He could handle playing servant, though he doubted his abilities when it came to playing sex kitten for a man he had no interest in. Tch, in fact, he was quite disgusted by--

“Alfred? Where’s that wine?” Francis’ voice interrupted his thoughts, along with the loud snapping noise he was making with his fingers. He patted the other, unoccupied side of his lap when Alfred returned with the freshly-filled glass of wine, commanding, “Sit. No need to raise your brow, I can hold the both of you. Sit.”

Alfred obeyed the order, Francis accepted the wine, and Matthew was prompted to entertain him with some idle chatter. It was in the middle of Matthew explaining something about the joint, Alfred attempting to adjust himself in the awkward position, when Francis abruptly interrupted him, asking with bright eyes, “Are you saying that you and Alfred don’t see each other much? That you just met tonight?”

The two young men shared an uncertain hum before they were shoved out of Francis’ lap by eager hands, his eyes still bright and the grin that had formed even brighter. He laughed, “Well, that won’t do! Things won’t be as fun if we’re not all properly acquainted, no? Here…”

Continuing to sit in the armchair, he reached over to the table that held the bottles of vodka, setting his wine glass amongst them and then rummaging through the built-in drawer below. From it, he drew a small tub of lubricant and a box of condoms, each item tossed to Matthew, who caught it bearing an expressionless face.

“Matthew, be a dear and bend Alfred over - fuck him, get to know him, and give me a show. Isn’t multitasking lovely?”

“No way!” was Alfred’s instant reaction, pouting and clenching his hands into fists. He understood that he had been given previous notice of this type of occurrence, and that he shouldn’t fight it, but it just wasn’t fair! “I’ve got a boyfriend and, and if he ever found out that I was cheating on him, I… Besides, I was supposed to have my first time with him and--”

Francis’ scoff cut him short, “Oh? I was supposed to have you two in the palm of my hand for the evening. And guess what? I’m paying nearly one-thousand dollars an hour for this, so you had better suck it up and stick that tight ass of yours in the air. Now.”

The flare in his gaze shifted to a deadly one, and he went on to proclaim threats of Sir’s interference until Alfred was on his hands and knees against the plush carpet of the floor, shorts off and backside raised while Matthew worked behind him. He was nervous and guilt-stricken and actually quite frightened, traits that made the experience all the more painful for him, unfortunately. One finger inside him soon became two, which soon became three, and eventually became Matthew’s entire length, hardened by Francis’ touches, thrusting in and out of him. It hurt, it burned, damn it - and when they finished some five minutes later, bare skin completely flushed, he prayed that what he felt running between his inner thighs was semen and not blood.

Nothing, not alcohol, praise on his managed feisty behavior from Sir, or his pay later that night, could make him feel any better after his time spent with Matthew and Francis. Except maybe Arthur. Maybe. He was drunk at the end of his shift, causing him to make the poor decision of stealing one of the joint’s finest bottles of wine, along with the box of condoms and tub of lubricant from the V.I.P. room he had been in. What’s more, he failed to call Arthur prior to his return. This led to him making quite an unexpected entrance, stumbling through the front door and arms full of odd items, Arthur startled from where he sat at the kitchen table. A weary smile lit Alfred’s face.

“Go take your clothes off, babe.”

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myfuckinglestat: pic#111310857myfuckinglestat on August 31st, 2011 06:48 am (UTC)
T-T oh sweet jesus in a basket...poor Alfred, oh baby you should quit that job!
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on August 31st, 2011 06:56 am (UTC)
</3 I promise that he'll quit, one way or another. Thank you for reading and commenting~!
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colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on August 31st, 2011 07:26 am (UTC)
-zips lips and hides in a corner with her computer-

:x

Thank you for reading and commenting~!
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colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 1st, 2011 05:28 am (UTC)
Aw, I'm glad you like my portrayal of Alfred and this chapter~!

Thank you for reading and commenting! :]
lolopotsessionlolopotsession on August 31st, 2011 10:45 am (UTC)
Woah... Poor sweet Alfred~ I feel sorry for him! Next one please~! :D
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 1st, 2011 05:50 am (UTC)
I know, my poor baby... </3 But I'm working on the final chapter as we speak! Thank you for reading and commenting~!
ren_chan146ren_chan146 on August 31st, 2011 01:46 pm (UTC)
Oh dear, why do I have the feeling this won't end well? Only one more chapter to go. I'm so excited.
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 1st, 2011 05:57 am (UTC)
; 3;

I should have the final chapter up in a week or so~

Thank you for reading and commenting!
Kasumi: Chibi Ed *-* Winry is here xDkasumicc on August 31st, 2011 08:31 pm (UTC)
This won't end well. Not at all.

GUH!!!

Can't wait for the next one ;_;
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 1st, 2011 05:59 am (UTC)
-writes final chapter with a guilty face-

Thank you for reading and commenting~! <3
honeyhanahoneyhana on September 1st, 2011 09:20 am (UTC)
I think I almost died reading the part where Alfred got RAPED!!!'
Nooooooooo!!!!!
Poor Al!!!!!
;_____;
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 1st, 2011 07:13 pm (UTC)
I almost died writing that part. >.<;; Poor Alfred indeed...

Thank you for reading and commenting~!
kiyomiuchiha: Alicekiyomiuchiha on September 2nd, 2011 05:20 pm (UTC)
I just read this fic from the beginning and I really like it so far.

I can't wait for the next part!
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 3rd, 2011 07:25 am (UTC)
Aw, I'm glad that you took the time to read it all, and I'm even gladder than you enjoyed it! : D

Thank you for reading and commenting~!