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07 September 2011 @ 01:51 am
Stay - Part 5/5 - [[USUK]]  
Title: Stay - Part 5/5 - [[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...


Arthur blinked, shutting his laptop and setting down his teacup while he repeated, “Take my… clothes off?”

“Yeah,” Alfred nodded, wobbling slightly when he stepped forward and shut the door behind him with his foot. Damn, his backside was still sore from the beating it had taken early, which hindered his movements and caused him to appear even more intoxicated than he already was. He whimpered and leaned against the wall, barely making eye contact with the other and continuing to clutch the strange array of items in his arms. “Let’s, you know, let’s have sex - fuck, make love, whatever you want to call it.”

Of course, Arthur’s face immediately went red at that notion, and he forgot the comment he was going to make on the Alfred’s behavior.  He was now distracted by something much more intense. After all, he was a teenaged boy being prompted by his love interest for physical pleasure, how in the world could he focus on anything else?

“… Really?”


“And you went out and bought those things just for us?”

“I did,” Alfred said, nodding his head more vigorously than the first time. He squeezed his armful of items more closely to his body for emphasis. His knees wobbled and knocked together, a rather pathetic action that he hoped could pass as a result of excitement. He licked his lips. “Please, Arthur?”

The Briton didn’t need to be asked again, quickly moving from the table to the door and kissing seemingly flawless young man in front of him. It wasn’t until they were entering the bedroom, side by side, that he began to recognize a flaw, a part that was off. It was a taste in his mouth, a taste from the recent kiss. The flavor was a distinctly alcoholic one, only reminding and deepening his previous suspicions in regards to Alfred’s voice. He winced, not wanting to ruin the moment, though understanding that this couldn’t be left unquestioned. It was his duty as a good boyfriend to be certain that nothing was amiss, for it could have a devastating effect on them both.
“Have you been drinking tonight?” he asked, allowing himself to be pushed down onto the nearest futon once Alfred had closed the bedroom door. “Because you--”

“I drank at the liquor store, yeah.  The sales clerk kind of talked me into it… I had just come from the pharmacy with the condoms and lube in my hands, and he said that if I wanted to ‘get it on’ with someone tonight, I had better loosen up, so… I bought a couple beers there and drank them before buying the wine and leaving,” he lied, shrugging. Yes, he had admitted that he was drunk, and, no, he hadn’t admitted how it actually happened. However, the fact that he was telling false stories to his boyfriend failed to bother him in his current state, where all that mattered was him being away from that damn club, and being together with Arthur, instead.

“Oh,” Arthur said, feeling a bit confused at the explanation and yet choosing to brush it off for now. There were much more important things to be concerned with, like how Alfred was already taking his pants and shirt off, revealing skin that was vaguely tinged with sweat.  He raised a single thick brow and reached out to graze his fingers over the other’s bared shoulders, asking, “And you’re sure that you’re all right? I don’t want you straining yourself after a night of work.”

I don’t want you rushing through this, either. This is supposed to be special.

Arthur chose not to voice these thoughts, and he couldn’t even if he wished to, as Alfred’s mouth was soon covering his, a strong kiss silencing him. The action held so many emotions, almost too many, which ranged from frustration to passion. When they eventually broke away, panting, the taller blonde whispered, “ I’m fine. We’re fine, okay?”

“… Okay,” he replied with a positive shake of his head, diving in for another kiss that led to them rolling around on the futon, Alfred’s items left abandoned on the floor. It was an almost mindless frenzy from there. They scrambled around together, loudly smacking lips and picking off their clothes down to the last pair of boxers. When their naked, heated flesh began to create too much friction between them, they broke apart, allowing them to take a breather and for Arthur to playfully pester, “Give me some of that wine. It’s not fair that you’re the only one with a buzz. And I’m turning on the radio - I don’t want us making any embarrassing sounds that the neighbors can hear.”

Chuckling and sticking his tongue out, Alfred fumbled over the side of the futon for the bottle of alcohol in question while Arthur fussed with the radio on their shared nightstand. Upon locating the wine, he noticed that it was still rather chill from being in the cold air on the walk home from the joint… Wait, wait a minute… He had stolen that bottle of wine from the joint, he had stolen from Sir! And it wasn’t just that, it was the condoms and lubricant, too, damn it! Oh, God, it didn’t help that the station the radio had been adjusted to was one that oozed pop music, consisting of remixes and fast-paced beats that were normally play in… strip clubs.

He gulped, and his hand went limp as Arthur snatched away the unopened bottle.

Arthur took a few good swigs from the bottle, too busy downing the alcohol to observe Alfred and his suddenly-jittered frame. The bottle was eventually drawn away from his lips, taken by the other for a few good swigs of his own. Fuck, he desperately needed his thoughts to be clouded and free of any worry about the joint…

“You want to top, right?” Arthur asked, his voice tinged with a slur, as he was a lightweight when it came to drinking. Nevertheless, he still had his senses and was quite aware of the situation. He smiled when he received a nod in reply, leaning over to kiss him once more and saying, “I trust you, Alfred, love. I trust you so much.”

“I know… Thank you. I, I’m glad that I’m here with you,” he murmured softly. His mind went blank after that, focused only on Arthur’s body beneath him and how himself was moving, breathing, living this experience. He had wanted this for too long.

With the wine pushed aside, Alfred started on his task of preparing Arthur, making his fingers slick with the lubricant and inserting his index first. Hey, at least he had learned something from the joint. He worked it in and out carefully, having to push up to get at the proper angle, as they had wordlessly decided to use the missionary position. He waited a good minute or so before slipping in a second and third finger inside, the quiet squeals he heard serving to be his encouragement. Another couple minutes of stretching and he was unable to hold back any longer, his erection absolutely aching and the Briton feeling loosened enough. He took a condom from the box, put it on, and covered it
with a generous smearing of the lubricant.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes… Nngh… A-Ah, Alfred!”

Arthur bit his lower lip and nodded, forcing himself to keep quiet while Alfred pushed in deeper, having stopped for only a short time to ask if his partner was all right before continuing. For him, it hurt. It hurt because this was his first time, however, he believed that it would soon become less painful and more pleasurable. It had to. They were a sturdy couple and this was the best thing for them! He began to shift his lower half in ways that hoped would help to stretch and ease the burning sensation - unfortunately, these actions were performed at the same time that hovering young man chose to thrust. Now that, that truly hurt. He let out a weak moan and reached up to grab at the muscular shoulders above him. His palms were sweaty, face flushed and his own erection tight against by Alfred’s stomach.

On the other end of this, Alfred couldn’t be enjoying himself more. How liberating this was, to be in control of the sex he was having! He wasn’t made to be on the bottom, he wasn’t putting on a ‘show’ for anyone, and he was with someone who he honestly cared for! These thoughts only fed his appetite to thrust and seek satisfaction, any regard for Arthur’s physical being momentarily abandoned. Ah, yes, he was free now, he didn’t have to worry about everything that was wrong with his life! He was--!

Less than five minutes in, he came. Not only did he have a sexual climax, but he additionally had an emotional one as the world seemed to come crashing down around him. There was too much at once within his burdened mind. It all seemed to be over, he was losing it.

“Arthur,” he croaked, abruptly pulling out and lacking affection in his gaze. He rolled to the side, off the futon and on his hands and knees, gasping, “I have to… have to tell you something.”

Blinking and utterly confused, Arthur grumbled, “Ah… go on then?”

He didn’t have the foggiest idea as to what Alfred so desperately needed to tell him, and while acting in such a strange way, as well! What, was he going to declare his love for him? Their sex had suddenly ended and now there was going to be a confession of some sort? His expression was one of sheer weariness.

Then, his jaw dropped in shock the instant the explanation began. He wished he could have covered his ears and screamed, he couldn’t fathom what he was hearing even in his wildest dreams. The reality behind Alfred’s life in the past week was amazing, disgusting.

“Is that why you’ve been so tired? Because you’re busy running around getting drunk and giving strip teases!?”

“N-No! I just… just, try to understand. I didn’t know what to do, and the opportunity was there. It made sense to me.”

“You’re out of your bloody fucking mind! That doesn’t make sense, and you should have told me!”

“If I had told you, then you wouldn’t have let me do it and I would have no money to live here with you!”

Perhaps it was the alcohol in his system, or perhaps it was the stress of the situation, but the desire to get up and leave overwhelmed him. He stood on shaky feet, ignoring Arthur’s growling demands for him to return and finish their conversation. No, he needed to be anywhere other than here. It was the joint all over again.

He walked to his pile of clothing from earlier, yanking each article on in a sloppy manner. He was shaking his head the entire time, and didn’t stop until he heard Arthur’s voice for the last time that night.

“If you leave now,” he said, swallowing and skin more pale than usual, “I’ll never forgive you. Please, come sit and talk with me… Stay.”

They exchanged glances, aquamarine to emerald, and not another word was spoken as Alfred exited the bedroom, turning his back to the one person that could save him.

Directly outside of the apartment, where he remained for a few seconds prior to moving onto the streets, Alfred was cold and alone. Although, he wouldn’t be for long, soon finding company that made his body ripe with a nervous heat.

“Alfred,” Sir huffed, grabbing the startled young man by his nearest forearm, his thick jacket flapping with the movement. He had been lurking around the apartment complex ever since he realized that he had been robbed by one of his lowest whores. He knew exactly where this little troublemaker lived and exactly how he was going to punish him. He didn’t even bother hiding his automatic pistol, immediately sticking it under his victim’s jaw. Ha, he loved how those stupid features became engulfed by fear! “I’ve been lookin’ for ya, ya thievin’ slut… See, ya broke the most important rule tonight. Never, ever piss. Me. Off.”

The gunshot roused Arthur from his angry state, bringing him out into the streets to find the lonely corpse of someone who needed saving.

Questions, comments, concerns? Tell me~
honeyhanahoneyhana on September 7th, 2011 09:30 am (UTC)
Rewrite it!
Please the corpse be someone else!
Anyone but Alfred!!!
Please make another chapter!
Just don't let Alfred die!!!!
*holding my cry from my friends*
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 05:02 am (UTC)
Unfortunately, yes, I did kill him. This fic had a very dark theme overall, so Alfred's death seemed to fit right in there for me, it was just part of the flow.

Nevertheless, thank you for reading and commenting. <3
riiyacubriiyacub on September 7th, 2011 09:32 am (UTC)
That was...quite a shocking ending. Poor al. I think you need to want for character death in your description though.
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 05:13 am (UTC)
A shocking ending indeed. And, ah, yes, I forgot to add that... </3 Thank you for reading and commenting~!
lolopotsessionlolopotsession on September 7th, 2011 11:01 am (UTC)
O_O Okay, that was unexpected... and sad. I would've preferred a happy ending though... :)
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 05:14 am (UTC)
I think that most of us would have preferred a happy ending, however, this story just wasn't meant to be that way. ]:

Thank you for reading and commenting!
soaritsoarit on September 7th, 2011 11:07 am (UTC)
Oh god. Alfred!

я★reiblo on September 7th, 2011 01:10 pm (UTC)
another "Oh God! Alfred!" DDD:
quite shocked reading the last line....
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 05:19 am (UTC)
@reiblo: Indeed, the last line was difficult for me to quite, very devastating...

Nevertheless, thank you for reading and commenting~!
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 05:18 am (UTC)
@soarit: I'm sorry, there really isn't any room for an epilogue, seeing as how Alfred is no longer alive... </3 Nevertheless, thank you for reading and commenting~!
Awesome Cchiisana00 on September 7th, 2011 12:22 pm (UTC)
This is indeed unexpected and quite abrupt end of a story, as I wondered how you're going to do this since it's listed as 4/4.

I'm sure though, that you're aware of what you did here :) So I'll leave those comments alone. However, I dearly hope you would refrain from using this method too often in the future, unless you have reasons e.g. family problem irl etc. so you just had to finish it in whatever way it takes.
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 05:50 am (UTC)
I didn't kill Alfred just to finish the fic, I had it planned all along. I wanted it to happen. My last two fics had happy endings, so I decided that it was time for a change. Variety is good, and I needed some.

Anyway, thank you for reading and commenting. :]
ren_chan146ren_chan146 on September 7th, 2011 01:16 pm (UTC)
It can't be. *cries* Please don't die Alfred. T.T You can't finish the story like that. Please write a sequel to this.
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 05:52 am (UTC)
I'm sorry, but Alfred has passed on, so there really isn't any room for a sequel. It breaks my heart, too. </3 Thank you for reading and commenting~!
An Eye for an Eyebioniceye on September 7th, 2011 01:39 pm (UTC)
P-Poor Al. I really hate sad endings, which kind of surprised me here (I knew this being the last chapter when nothing has been resolved yet was suspicious!).

...why did I read thisss.

Don't get me wrong, the execution of the events and the realistic ending is good, but.



I hate it when he dies miserably when his character is known to be so happy and quite a hero...but.


Oh no.

I'm kind of. AH.

colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 05:55 am (UTC)
Yes, I know, it's tragic - but sometimes the hero has to die, they can't always have a happy ending, and sometimes they have to leave their loved ones behind. ]':

Nevertheless, thank you for reading and commenting~!
Kasumi: Chibi Ed *-* Winry is here xDkasumicc on September 7th, 2011 02:10 pm (UTC)
W-well, there's no way to revert such an ending, so a sequel's kinda pointless...but I had been looking forward to a happy ending to this. Alfred deserved it, both deserved it. Yeah, I know that's worth nothing in real life, but this is not real life...

But yeah, that was pretty unexpected. If that was what you were looking for, well, you succeeded...
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 06:02 am (UTC)
I'm glad that you see the reality and finality of this fic. And, yes, I was hoping to somewhat shock you all...

Thank you for reading and commenting~! <3
myfuckinglestat: errant knightsmyfuckinglestat on September 7th, 2011 05:09 pm (UTC)



you bastard!! if it was just a bottle it can be paid!! you needn't to shoot him!!
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 06:04 am (UTC)
Yes, well, Sir did say that his number one rules was to never piss him off. And having Alfred steal from him was like a slap to the face. Plus, he had a short temper...

Nevertheless, thank you for reading and commenting~!
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colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 06:08 am (UTC)
Your words are kind, it's nice to hear that you appreciated the ending and that I'm one of your favorite writers. <3

Thank you for reading and commenting~!
sausage!!: (hetalia) i wanna hold you alt.eraserfish on September 8th, 2011 03:13 am (UTC)
I am a sucker for sad, painful, unexpected endings. That said, this is probably one of my favorite fics of forever.

This was just beautiful and you're like one of my favorite writers in the fandom so yeah *u*
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on September 8th, 2011 06:12 am (UTC)
Aw, I'm glad you enjoyed the fic so much and saw the strange beauty in it! :]

Thank you for reading and commenting~!
Cerridwen Storms: coffee blinkrose_n_carousel on October 31st, 2011 12:14 am (UTC)
...Ok, I wasn't going to review at first, but...

I started this fic because I thought it had great potential for angst of SO disapproval and secret keeping mixed with the innate silliness of Alfred, who is extremely confident in himself, being a stripper and very bad at lying. And I stuck through it.

But this is achingly unrealistic. I'm not talking about the fact that you gave it an abrupt, tragic ending. I'm talking about all of it. You illustrate very little understanding of the world of adult entertainment, seedy or otherwise, and the idea of a club owner/pimp personally killing one of his workers over stolen booze and condoms is so outlandish, I couldn't do more than roll my eyes at the end.

To start, if a club is that seedy, it wouldn't be able to pull in clientele like Francis, what with the money you gave him. Not with the kind of money you gave him in this story, and not in Seattle. A place this "nice" would have wait staff serving the drinks, especially if it is expected for staff to drink. Strippers aren't allowed to drink before performing. Often, bartenders also help the waitstaff by providing fake shots so that business continues to flow smoothly. Would you want your staff too drunk to do their job? No. If you allowed it, you'd loose money and clientele fast.

Secondly, places this seedy won't give the dancers costume money, let alone have a wardrobe selection like that. It might not even have the lighting system or quality alcohol you described. Most of the seediest bars are not at all going to provide mixed gender dancers, or large enough space for private dance rooms. And the implication that some dancers actually live and sleep there is hard to swallow.

Also, places like this tend to get checked. I know that not all of them will get caught, but given that you haven't described an involvement of serious drug use, there is very little reason as to why the strippers would be sticking around and not at least giving anonymous tips to the police about abuse and prostitution. Given how lucrative the place is, someone on staff would have risked breaking "Sir's" rule number one.

In terms of where you do involve crime into the plot, "Sir" is hard to believe. You paint him up as a crime boss with the way he deals things, but he has no clear underlings beyond the bouncers, and he has very, very poor business sense for a man with an apparently very successful strip club. A bottle of wine is not worth the trouble of killing a stripper, no matter how nice and even with a short temper. Even if it were, the chances of Sir doing it by his own hands are slim. He would have given the task to an underling. At most, Alfred would have maybe been beaten. More likely, he would have just been fired and maybe blacklisted from working in other strip clubs.

Lastly, I'm questioning your knowledge of the job market in general. Even with the job market as awful as it is, Alfred could have gotten an entry level job without panicking and getting a job at a strip joint. Being a barista is one of the most common jobs among urban college students, because it's flexible and provides tips. "On call" is not part of the job description. You make a schedule that's manageable, and that would have been clear the moment that the coffee shop manager saw that Alfred can't work more than 20 hours. The only jobs that would require a lack of flexibility would be an office job that Alfred is certainly not qualified for, fresh out of high school.
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on November 12th, 2011 07:58 am (UTC)
This is a fanfic, and it is extremely imperfect. It was supposed to be depressing and quick.

I don't care how unrealistic it is - I wrote it well. I'm a good writer, and I enjoy writing with things a little 'dreamlike' touch to them.

I know how the job market works, especially for college kids, seeing as how I myself am a college freshman working part time. Don't make assumptions about my knowledge.

Like I said, I write how I write, and this was just an idea. Reality doesn't come into play for most of my fics, and, when it does, it's for something more detailed and important than this.

Sorry, but you're very negative and have too much time on your hands. Whenever I review, I leave criticism and praise.