A/N- yoyoyo hello people's, ready for another chapter? Warning it gets a little inappropriate! I've had some experience role-playing butt sex but I'm still mediocre so bare with me...

"Morning... you look... better. Thanks to me of course."

"W-where am I?"

"Irresponsible assassin! You could've died! Your lover gets killed and you think it's appropriate to get drunk while you still have enemies... I've known Elise and she wouldn't want... this." The French command waved his hand at Arno. He didn't care how upset Arno got. He needed to hear the truth. And what could the assassin do? He knew what Napoleon said was true. He could try and argue with the truth but in the end, it was still the truth.

"Can't a man mourn?" Arno stated, defeated.

"No."

Arno sprang up from his place on the large bed, too angry to feel the pain that sprang through his ribs. "You don't know how it feels Bonaparte." He seethed bitterly. "What if it was Josephine huh? Would you understand then?" His tone was poisoned and pained. At this Napoleon snorted and suppressed a laugh. Instead he decided to sit on the bed, ignoring Arno who was still standing. The idiot was going to injure himself further.

"No I wouldn't drown myself in drink if Josephine died... or was murdered. I'd get revenge sure... but I wouldn't be as irresponsible as you."

"Why didn't you just let me die then."

Admit it Napoleon. "You're too valuable for me to lose." He said simply, not bothering to even look at the incredulous look Arno was giving him. It was a fact. In the end the truth would always be the truth.

That was it. Arno couldn't take it anymore. He found his have wrapped around Napoleon's throat. "You just want me as another soldier! A pawn in your stupid game to become emperor!" There was so much anger in his eyes, it was like a fire.

Napoleon frowned, a fiery expression taking over his face that was getting redder by the second. Fucking idiot. He balled his fist up, ready to punch Arno on the side of his stupid head. Instead his fist connected slowly to Arno's cheek before grasping chin, bringing him into a hard kiss. Fire extinguished. The hand slacked, instead both hands of the assassin was now grasping at Napoleon's waist. Napoleon pulled away for a moment. "You ugh- misinterpreted" Napoleon meant Arno was too valuable. Arno grunted in response before he pulled at Napoleon's lip with his teeth. Their tongues clashed together, fighting for the upper hand. God did they both need this desperately. Napoleon was already letting out whines of pleasure that shot straight to Arno's groin. Who knew the commander could be so... wanton. His hand was pulling at Arno's hair, pulling it out of that low ponytail. He then grasped at Arno's loose shirt, tugging at it until the assassin pulled it off, breaking their passionate kiss for only a mere second. They were like magnets. Napoleon's nails dragged down Arno's chest, careful not to put too much pressure on his ribs. Even though he had already seen his muscles and abs that stretched down past his navel where he could see a light trail of curls, from last night. It was different now.

Everything was going so fast that Arno didn't even know when he got Napoleon to sit on his lap, legs wrapping around his waist, rocking back and forth. Their erections pressed against each other, strained for release. Not yet. If Napoleon wanted to be emperor, then he would be treated as such. With that he detached himself from the command's lips. Napoleon let out an uncharacteristic whine, at that Arno chuckled. "Someone's impatient."

"Go to he- ah!" Bonaparte gasped, nails digging into Arno's back as the assassin attached his mouth to a particularly sensitive area on Bonaparte's neck. He could feel his coat and shirt being peeled off, skin exposed to the chill of the room. Everything was moving south, his clothes started disappearing too until he was laying on his back only wearing boots with Arno hovering over him. Napoleon sucked in a breath as he felt Arno's head settle between his thighs. He nearly yelled out when he felt Arno's hot mouth kissing the head of his cock. And just to think it was Napoleon initiated this whole thing. It paid off handsomely. The commander tangled his hand in Arno's head, encouraging him, well... command him to take more. Arno complied but only because he wanted to see the snarky bastard a complete mess, writhing on the bed shouting his name. Having the man in his mouth was foreign, he had never gave head to a man before. Fucked? Yes, he had a fling with an actor who was playing the part of Juliet. He was a fail boy who he had to be careful with. He didn't have to be careful with Napoleon. The all mighty commander was short-yes- but he had a little muscle under his skin and could handle Arno. Even when his teeth grazed the skin of his member. Napoleon only hissed and pushed his hips further almost making Arno gag.

"Mercy! Gah- Arno!" The commander yelled out, feeling the stir of ecstasy in his abdomen. Arno quickly pulled away, not want Bonaparte to cum yet. "Why'd you stop?" Arno could hear the frustration in his voice. He could only smirk as he began to unbutton his trousers, his member springing free. Napoleon smirked slightly, looking up at Arno.

"If you expect me to take it, I want to be on top. I will be on top."

"I expected that. You can never give up control can you?"

"Of course I can. If I couldn't, I'd be the one fucking you, my dear assassin."

Watching Napoleon reach over and dip his hand in some oil over on the nightstand and start circling his fingers around his own entrance was probably one of the most sexiest things he'd ever seen. It took all of his strength not to push him over the nightstand and fuck him right then and there. Maybe next time. Napoleon's brows knitted together even he inserted a finger into himself, lubricating himself so he could actually take Arno in. He wasn't going to admit it but Arno was gifted. When he was done he began to position himself above Arno. He was a little anxious but mostly heated with lust. His cock twitched in excitement as he began to lower himself. Arno immediately grabbed Bonaparte's hips and ass, enjoying how fleshy they were. His head pressed against Napoleon's tight entrance, pressing in until he was halfway there. Both of them were now making lewd noises, the murmuring of names and obscenities.

"Ah!" Napoleon cried out, had thrown back when he finally fell on all of Arno.

He looked down at the assassin with lust filled eyes, too high to feel embarrassed. His member was already leaking profusely, thanks in part by Arno's blowjob. Slowly he began to roll his hips into Arno's, grinding his ass in the most sensuous way. What a tease. The military commander let his hands trail down his chest, brushing over his nipples and down to his cock, beginning to pump himself slowly. This made Arno groan out loudly and and roll his eyes back. Soon the pace picked up between the two with Arno bucking his hips upward and Napoleon bouncing down to meet his thrust. The room filled with the noise of skin slapping violently against each other and the smell of sex.

"A-AAhh-Arno! I-" Napoleon collapsed onto the assassin's chest, his orgasm coming out in thick white ropes. The other grunted, feeling his counterpart tighten around him and release on their stomachs. He only continued to buck his hips up into Napoleon, jerking the smaller man up with every thrust.

"Bona-parte!" Arno grunted, burying himself deep in the other and let let his essence fill his already stuffed entrance. Napoleon could feel the warm sticky mess fill him and strangely he didn't mind. Maybe he'd give Arno hell for it later.

"Thank you Bonaparte." Arno sighed, pulling out with a 'pop'. He still kept Napoleon latched onto his side however.

"Thank you? What, am I your whore now?" He laughed, burying his face into the crook of Arno's neck. He could feel Arno's orgasm leaking out of him. He liked it.

"I- I needed this. Not just the sex- which was incredible- but everything. You didn't have to pick me up and bring me back here-"

"Yes I did. But don't thank me just yet. You can thank me when you no longer feel guilty for Elise."

Arno swallowed hard. He would never forget Ellis, his first love, and Napoleon wasn't asking him to.

A/N- Hell oh guys! See you made it to the end of crappily written butt sex! Congratulations. It's three in the morning and 115° in California when I decided to write this so please forgive me! Anyways please review! And I hope you enjoyed this chapter.