A/N: I wrote two chapters of this story about a year ago, but I despised it. It wasn't written right. But now I've changed many things, so it should hopefully be better! This is mainly USUK and FrUk, but with some RusAme, PruCan, and Spamano thrown in.

Summary: One-night stands are just supposed to be for one night, and then you never have to see this person again. That is why Alfred is very shocked when he see's Arthur Kirkland, the man he had sex with in a car a couple of months ago, standing in his adoptive father's kitchen wearing nothing but a baggy shirt and boxers. Apparently, Arthur and Alfred's adoptive father Francis are dating, but is Francis the only one Arthur is interested in?

What We Want but Can't Have

Chapter One

Alfred placed his empty glass of whiskey on the counter top. He was beginning to feel the buzz that liquor usually gave people. Of course, he didn't go drinking enough to really know if this was what liquor always did to someone. Yet again, his boyfriend wasn't always cheating on him, so he didn't have to go out and get wasted every night.

"Want another, Jones?" a loud voice called from behind the counter.

Alfred looked up, watching as the albino man from behind the counter took his empty glass. "Sure, Beilschmidt." He would drink this entire place dry if it would make him forget his current cheating, lying boyfriend.

Gilbert Beilschmidt raised an eyebrow as he fixed Alfred's drink. "You know, I don't understand you. Usually when kids your age come home from college, they're hanging with their buddies or family or girlfriends or boyfriends! But this is the third night in a row that you've been in here by yourself." The apparent Prussian gave Alfred a pointed look. "Do I need to have a talk with your father?"

Alfred glared at Gilbert. "Don't call him that; Francis isn't my dad."

"No, of course not. He only gave you a home, a car, and put you into a wunderbar college." Gilbert passed Alfred's now refilled glass back to him. When Alfred's glare didn't let up, Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Can't even take a joke?"

"I can, but you weren't joking." Alfred sipped his whiskey, wincing from the taste. He wasn't the biggest fan of this kind of stuff. "And I know you've been sucking up to him lately."

Gilbert placed a hand on his chest, pretending to look shocked. "What?! Francis is one of my best friends! If anything, that bastard sucks up to me." The albino picked up a rag and began to wipe down an already clean looking area.

Alfred just raised an eyebrow at this false statement. "Really? You mean one of the richest men in New York City is sucking up to a bartender who is also a guitarist in some never-before-heard band and is also chasing after this man's adoptive son?" A fake laugh. "Yes, Gilbert. I can see Francis kissing your ass right now!"

"That would be lead guitarist, thank you very much!" he snapped, but his face was rather red. "And I am not chasing after Matthew! I don't know where you got that idea from."

"You're right. I guess I'm just an idiot. Speaking of Mattie, he was asking about you."

"Really?" Gilbert asked a little too eagerly. He had even turned so he was facing Alfred fully.

"No!"

Alfred laughed loudly when he saw how red Gilbert's face had become. Gilbert Beilschmidt might not be his favorite person, but he was certainly funny. Maybe if the Prussian wasn't always flirting with his brother Matthew, then Alfred would like him more. He finished off his drink just as Gilbert's cell phone rang. Alfred waited until the Prussian had texted whoever the person was back before he spoke. "Hope that wasn't Mattie."

Gilbert gave Alfred a look as he pocketed his phone. "Actually, it was Francis. He and Antonio are going to be here in an hour. So, being the awesome person I am, I'm going to deny that I ever saw you. But, you should probably be gone by then."

"Yeah, yeah." It wasn't a shocker that Francis would be coming to this particular bar in the Upper East Side. This certain bar was on the top floor of a very nice, very fancy, very expensive apartment complex owned by Francis Bonnefoy. In fact, he, Alfred, and Matthew all resided in the best room in the complex. So, no. It wasn't too much of a coincidence.

Gilbert whistled. "Heilige Scheiße."

Alfred narrowed his eyes at Gilbert, and noticed that the bartender was looking at something from across the room. Trying not to be too obvious, Alfred turned his head slightly and saw a man standing by the doors. He had messy blonde hair and perhaps the biggest eyebrows Alfred had ever seen. But they didn't look bad. In fact, they actually looked good on this man. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a white collared shirt. He was wearing a black, leather jacket that was unzipped, and he was even wearing black boots. Alfred could tell he had some curves, even from where he was sitting!

Mesmerizing green eyes met shocked blue ones. Alfred quickly looked away. He'd been caught staring, how wonderful. "Have you seen him here before?" he asked Gilbert quietly.

"No." The Prussian continued to wipe down the bar table. "He must be new to the area."

Alfred stared at his empty glass. He had come here to forget about his current boyfriend, so why not have some fun? It wouldn't matter anyway. His boyfriend was cheating on him anyway; two could definitely play that came. The stool beside Alfred was suddenly occupied by a man wearing tight clothing.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

And he was British!

"Not at all." Alfred lifted his head and gave the man a winning smile. The Briton gave him a small smirk. He called for Gilbert and asked for a scotch on the rocks. Alfred pushed his empty glass forward. "Put that on my tab."

Gilbert smirked at Alfred and gave him a wink before he whisked away to go refill Alfred's glass and prepare the Brit's drink. The man turned to face Alfred, a glint in his eyes. "You're going to pay for my drink?"

"Why not?" Alfred caught that glint, and he felt a shiver go down his spine. "I wouldn't mind getting you what you want." There was an underlying meaning to that, and he prayed to whatever god who would listen that this man got that hint.

"Really now?" the man purred. "I'll have to remember that." He got it. He stuck a hand on. "My name is Arthur Kirkland, pleasure to meet you."

Alfred gladly accepted the hand. "Alfred Jones!"

Alfred noticed that Arthur's hand was much smaller than his own, it was kind of cute. The blonde American rested his elbows on the bar table, keeping his blue eyes on the Brit. Arthur was looking around the dimly lit bar, most likely taking in the violet walls and green couches. There was a flat screen TV on the other side of the room that seemed to be on some news channel. There were quite a few people here, most dressed in the best fashions. Arthur seemed to notice that.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look like you should be here," Arthur commented, but he didn't sound judgmental. It was just a simple fact. And he was right! Alfred was wearing old jeans and a blue American Eagle shirt along with a necklace that had a small dream-catcher on.

Alfred chuckled and looked Arthur up and down. "You're not exactly wearing Ralph Lauren, you know."

Gilbert came by to hand them their drinks as Arthur smirked. "I can't say I am." The two blondes nodded their thanks to Gilbert before they turned their attention back to each other. "Can I ask what you're doing here?" Alfred asked as he sipped his whiskey. "I haven't seen you around here before. I definitely would've remembered you."

Green eyes widened ever so slightly and a smile curved the Briton's lips. "I actually just moved here from London. I was bored so I thought, why not go out and see if I can have some fun?"

Alfred raised an eyebrow and smirked ever so slightly. "What kind of fun are you looking for?"

Arthur's green eyes seemed to glow even though it was rather dark in here. "Oh, I think you know, Mr. Jones~."

Oh, god! Alfred's smirk widened and he leant closer, so close that he could smell scotch and tea and smoke. "Maybe I do know, but you might have to enlighten me."

Arthur smirked widely and took a large sip of his scotch before he began to swirl it around. "I told you why I'm here; care to tell me why you're here?" It's like he was playing hard to get and, at the same time, he was simply inviting Alfred to flirt with him. How unique. Maybe Alfred has gotten spoiled since Francis adopted him, but lately, he always gets what he wants.

"Well, I live in this building-"

Alfred was cut off by Arthur choking on his liquor. With an amused smile on his face, he patted the Brit's back. "Easy there!" When Arthur had calmed down, he looked at Alfred with surprise. "I never would have guessed that!" He winced. "No offense."

"None taken! I obviously don't look like I live here." Alfred scratched the back of his neck, wondering if he should finish telling Arthur why he was here. Oh, why not? "But, uh, I'm at the bar because my boyfriend is cheating on me."

"Bloody hell, I'm terribly sorry," Arthur said with genuine sorrow. "I hope he isn't cheating on you with a girl."

Alfred shook his head, a sad smile on his face. "Worse. He's cheating on me with my best friend's brother." Alfred remembered when his best friend, a Japanese boy named Kiku Honda, broke the news to him. He seemed so remorseful and sad to be telling Alfred this heart-crushing news. Apparently, the day he had come home from college for spring break, he had heard a lot of shuffling coming from upstairs in his step-brother's room. His step-brother, Yao Wang, and Alfred's boyfriend, Ivan Braginski were having sex. This happened three days ago, which is why Alfred started coming to this bar.

"I guess you could say that I came here to get away, just forget about Ivan." Alfred looked at his whiskey, wondering if it would truly be the liquor that made him forget. He hoped he had some other help. God, he really was starting to feel the buzz now.

A hand pressed against his back caused Alfred to look at Arthur. The Briton was staring across the bar table, his other hand around his glass. "I'm really sorry." He let his hand drop from Alfred's back and then took a sip of his scotch. "Have you talked to your boyfriend about this?"

"Oh, yeah. I called him when Kiku- he's my best friend- told me about this. Of course, there was denial." By denial, Alfred meant that Ivan was outraged because he would dare accuse his boyfriend of sleeping with someone else. Obviously, he got so mad because he had gotten caught. Alfred had learned that when Ivan was scared, he hid it with anger. "Sooo, I broke up with him."

"Good choice." Arthur waved Gilbert down and asked him for a refill.

Alfred stared into his glass, watching the ice cubes gleam in the dim lighting. He was single now, which meant he was allowed to have fun with other men. Preferably, ones that wore tight clothing and had a sexy British accent. Suddenly, Gilbert coughed from across the bar. Alfred glanced up and noticed the albino tapping his wrist, as if he was trying to tell Alfred something about time. Francis and Antonio would be here soon.

"I'm tired of making good choices, Mr. Kirkland." Alfred turned to face Arthur fully, his eyes darkening with lust. "If you get what I'm saying."

Arthur smirked and quickly finished his refilled scotch. "You did say you live here, right?"

"Yes, I do. But my brother is home now and I don't think he would want to…hear us." Alfred smirked right back at Arthur. If this Brit was like everything Alfred thought he was, then Matthew would most likely hear them.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, and slowly began to get up. "Hm, maybe you're lying to me." There was a slight tease to his voice, enough to tell Alfred he wasn't being serious. As Alfred pulled his credit card from his pocket, he also pulled out a gold key with the name of this place engraved on one side. He handed the key to Arthur along with a wicked grin.

"I think that key says otherwise." Alfred finished his whiskey, and walked over to Gilbert. He handed the albino his card and was met with glittering red eyes. "Getting lucky, are we?" Gilbert asked as he slid Alfred's card down the slider. In fact, Alfred was getting very lucky. He just smiled innocently and took his card back. "We'll just have to see."

"Oh, fuck."

Alfred smirked against Arthur's throat as he made yet another dark, purple mark. Arthur's skin was soft, pale, and it seemed untouched, though Alfred knew that wasn't true. 'He's probably slept with a lot of guys if he was this easy to get.' The thought turned Alfred on. How experienced could this older man be?

After Alfred had paid for the drinks, he took Arthur's hand and pulled him out of the bar. They took the stairs just in case they ran into Francis and Antonio on the elevator. As soon as they were out of the complex, Arthur couldn't keep his hands off the blonde American. Curved, plump, amazing lips had attached themselves to Alfred's earlobe then neck. It wasn't long before Alfred had his hand on Arthur's small but round and firm ass. By the time they made it to Arthur's car, the two were hot and bothered and craved each other. They got into the driver's seat, with Alfred pushing the seat away from the steering wheel slightly so Arthur could sit on his lap without any trouble. Now, with Arthur's leather jacket discarded in the back, they were both enjoying the warmth and lust they were giving each other.

Arthur let out a loud moan when Alfred sucked on the piece of skin right below his ear. "Is this your little spot?" the blonde teased as he leaned back to lick the now red mark.

"Mm, I'm not sure." There was a tease in his alluring, sexy British voice. It sent shivers running up and down Alfred's spine.

A small shove against Alfred's chest caused the man to look up. Arthur was leaning over to the side to his glove box where he pulled out a condom. He held it between his teeth as he moved back over to Alfred. His green eyes were glittering dangerously with lust; they even seemed to be screaming fuck me.

Alfred took the condom from Arthur with his own teeth before he placed it between them. He leaned up to whisper something into Arthur's ear. "You're a dirty boy, you know that?" He smirked when he felt the smaller man shiver in his arms. "Keeping condoms in your car like you're just expecting to get fucked." He bit the Briton's earlobe and gave it a small tug. Arthur moaned quietly, which yet again sent shivers running up his spine.

"I-I put them in here just in case I w-was able to get someone in here." Arthur gripped at Alfred's shirt, and for a fleeting moment, Alfred thought the Brit would tear his already sheer shirt. Alfred chuckled and pulled on the pale man's ear lobe again. "Looks like you got what you wanted."

Arthur pulled away from Alfred and lifted his hips so he could unbutton and unzip his pants. He pushed them down, along with his boxers, and pressed his back against the steering wheel. He lifted his legs so they were over Alfred's shoulders. The American grinned as he took off the other's pants and boxers. That's when he noticed the pale, milky, completely shaven legs. Once Alfred had tossed Arthur's pants in the back seat, he pressed a kiss to Arthur's bare leg. "You shave?"

"Yes." Arthur's voice held a slightly irritated tone, as if he didn't want to be talking about this right now. "In Europe, it isn't a crime if men shave."

Alfred could say something about Arthur's eyebrows but he didn't want to kill the mood. Besides, his erection was beginning to get painful. "I'm glad you do that." He pressed another kiss against the white legs before he took them off of his shoulders, allowing Arthur to straddle his waist once again. "I think they look good."

A small blush appeared on Arthur's face, but Alfred may have just imagined that. He unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, and pulled his rather large and hard member out. He took the condom from his lap and ripped it open. He tried not to smirk when he saw how wide Arthur's eyes became as he slipped the blue condom over himself. But Arthur couldn't stare at it too long since Alfred had sucked on three fingers and pushed one inside of Arthur's hole.

"Do you like what you see?" Alfred asked huskily, staring up at Arthur's now flushed face.

It took a moment for Arthur to answer, but finally, he snorted. "I-I'll tell you how much I like it once it's i-inside of me… God, your fingers are big."

That was true. Alfred's hands were big from the many times his fingers had gotten jammed from playing basketball and football back when he was a kid. They came in handy sometimes. "You'll get something bigger in a minute." Alfred smirked from the pleasure written all over Arthur's face. What a whore.

When Alfred had slipped his second finger inside, Arthur began to rock his hips against them. There was an obvious amount of pain on the Briton's face, but there was pleasure as well. Besides, he wasn't hesitating about this so if he must not have been in much pain. At this point, Alfred was whispering dirty things into the other's ear while his fingers scissored and stretched Arthur's tight hole. Alfred pushed his third finger inside and that was when Arthur's breathing became labored and he became much more vocal.

"T-take your fucking fingers out," Arthur gasped out. "I don't want them anymore! I want your cock..."

"You Brits have such naughty language." Alfred ran his tongue up the side of Arthur's neck, going over all of his previous markings. "I'll make you shut up in a minute."

He took his fingers out of Arthur as the messy blonde-haired man stared down at Alfred with slightly wide eyes. "Cheeky bastard." He lifted his hips higher until he was hovering over Alfred's cock. He smirked wickedly. "But you can most definitely try." He lowered himself onto Alfred with a groan. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, exposing that beautiful, pale neck. Alfred smirked widely as he watched that smirk wipe right off of the smaller man's face. He wanted to say something but he couldn't at the moment because Arthur was so tight. Perhaps he didn't get around as often as Alfred thought he did.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Alfred wasn't going to move Arthur until the Brit wanted to. He would never do that to anyone. Though he was horny as hell right now, he didn't want to hurt this man. Finally, Arthur began to move up and down. It was slow at first, but he gradually picked up his pace. They both groaned from the pleasure, the warmth, the friction. Alfred couldn't keep his eyes off of Arthur's face. Though this had absolutely nothing to do with feelings, the Briton was very handsome. Beautiful even. And if his eyes trailed south, he could see the non-feminine curves that were so goddamn hypnotizing. He ran his hands up to touch those curves and he was satisfied. They seemed to fit right into his large hands.

"S-so, I'm inside of you now," Alfred said huskily, looking up at Arthur with slightly fogged glasses. "Are you going to tell me how much you like it?"

A bit of drool escaped from the corner of Arthur's mouth and traveled down to his chin. The sight was enchanting. "I-I love it… Oh, shit. Your big, fat cock feels so fucking good!" Arthur stopped bouncing up and down, and instead pushed himself back and forth. "I can f-feel you moving in-inside of… me…"

This man truly was vocal during sex. From the hard and fast way they were moving, Alfred was sure the car was moving with them. But no one would look, people around here knew to stay away from things like this. But Arthur probably didn't know that…

"Anyone could look inside and see you acting like this." Alfred gave Arthur's sexy curves a small squeeze.
"Do you want a stranger to see you like this?"

"B-bloody hell, you are a stranger!" Arthur cried out. He placed his hands on Arthur's face and pulled them closer so their noses brushed against each other. "A-and I-I'm not worrying about anyone else, a-and you shouldn't either." He crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss. "Just concentrate on me…"

Oh, Alfred could do that. He pushed his tongue in Arthur's mouth and they quickly battled for dominance. They moved like this, at a hard, fast pace until Arthur moaned loudly and came onto their chests. To Alfred's surprise, he didn't stop moving. He wanted Alfred to finish, too. The look of pure ecstasy that was written on Arthur's face was enough to send Alfred over the edge, and he too came.

The aftermath of his climax made him shiver and groan. He leaned forward and rested his sweaty forehead against Arthur's shoulder. He chuckled quietly. "Damn, you fuck like a teenager!"

The slightly shaking Brit seemed to tense up at the mention of that. "Dear god, how old are you? You must be old enough to drink, but still…"

Alfred leaned back and grinned up at Arthur. Was he nervous that he had sex with some sixteen year-old? "I'm nineteen, turning twenty in July!" Alfred smiled up at Arthur, his first genuine smile of the night. "How old are you? Don't tell me I had sex with some thirty year-old!" he teased. There was no way this man was older than twenty-five.

Arthur seemed relieved, but a look of irritation crossed over his face again. Alfred wondered if his true expression was a resting bitch face. "I'm twenty-three. My birthday is in two weeks, actually."

"Huh, really?" Alfred patted Arthur's shoulder, chuckling inwardly from the slightly awkward expression on the Briton's face. The after-sex during a one-nightstand is always the weirdest. "Well, happy early birthday!" It occurred to Alfred that he was still inside of Arthur. He gently lifted Arthur off of him, and helped the other climb into the passenger seat. He turned around to grab the tight pants and leather jacket, and then handed them to their owner. Arthur thanked him as he slipped his clothes back on. Alfred glanced at him and noticed for the first time a tattoo on Arthur's side.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

The tattoo was of the Union Jack, but it looked like someone had ripped Arthur's skin open and instead of blood, there was the flag of the United Kingdom. Arthur placed a hand on his side. "Oh, thank you." He snorted quietly as he pulled his shirt back down and put his jacket back on. "I got that a couple of years ago. I think it's quite nice."

"It is!" Alfred pulled the condom off of himself. He tied it off and, without anywhere else to put it, opened the door to throw it outside. He quickly closed the door and fixed himself. Damn, he was feeling good.

A sudden smell of smoke burst into the air followed by a small sigh. Alfred glanced at Arthur and saw the Brit holding a lit cigarette between his teeth. That's obviously why he could smell smoke on him earlier. Arthur must have noticed the other staring because he offered the box of menthols to him. "Would you like one?"

"Oh, no thanks." He glanced out the window, noticing that it was really late. It was probably nearing midnight. Matthew was probably wondering where he was, and if Francis was back from his drinking, then he would be wondering the same thing. "I should be getting back."

"Right." Arthur blew out another puff of smoke, his green eyes resting on Alfred. "I need to get home, too. I hope I helped you forget about your problem." There was that teasing note in his voice again. Alfred smirked and opened the door once again. "That and more, Mr. Kirkland." He stepped out of the car, stretched, and smirked at the Briton.

"That and more."

Two Months Later

"Well, well, well. Should I even ask where you were last night, Mattie?" Alfred asked when his older brother walked past his bedroom. Alfred was still under the covers, simply listening to his radio, since it was early and he was on summer vacation, when he saw his older brother walk down the hall. Matthew had been gone since last night, which meant he had been out with someone for the entire night. Not that Alfred really minded; Matthew was smart and strong, he could take care of himself.

Matthew paused and retraced a few of his footsteps until he was inside Alfred's room. His blonde, slightly curly hair was disheveled and he seemed paler than usual. Besides those two things, he looked pretty normal. Until Alfred reached over to put his glasses on. He nearly busted out laughing when he saw what his brother was wearing. A black sweatshirt with the German flag on it along with the phrase Deutschland über alles written over the flag was hanging off Matthew's frame.

"You were with Beilschmidt last night, weren't you?"

Matthew rolled his unusual violet eyes as he walked over to Alfred's bed. He sat down on the edge of it and ran a hand through his most likely tangled hair. "Yes, I was. I should've called you to let you know but I forgot to bring my phone with me."

Alfred laughed and sat up a bit, his covers pooling around his waist. "Francis asked where you were once, but once I told him I didn't know, he didn't ask again."

"Well, there's someone in the kitchen, so I'm assuming he was busy last night."

"Man or woman?"

"Man."

Francis Bonnefoy was notorious for loving men and women for one night before he let them go in the morning. It wasn't that he didn't care for them, he just wasn't interested in a committed relationship. That's part of the reason why he adopted Matthew and Alfred, so when he retired, the two boys could split up his large company. Alfred didn't judge the way Francis lived his life because he has seen the way the native Frenchman acts around the people he sleeps with. He's romantic and sweet, even if he is rather flirtatious. Alfred has yet to see or hear of the man acting crude or harsh to his lovers. That was one of the things Alfred appreciated about him.

"Did you talk to the man?" Alfred asked, opening his mouth for a massive yawn once he finished his sentence.

Matthew seemed to catch Alfred's yawn because he did the same thing not even thirty seconds later. "No. His back was facing me when I walked by." Matthew got back up from Alfred's bed and shuffled toward the door. "Anyway, I'm going to bed. Don't bother me unless the building is burning down." Alfred chuckled as his brother closed the door.

Well, he might as well get up. The blonde stood up and stretched a little. He had stayed up pretty late skyping his boyfriend, Ivan. They had gotten back together after many things were cleared up. Alfred highly doubted that he would ever trust the Russian the way he used to, but it was nice to have someone who he could seek physical touch from.

An image of vibrant, luscious green eyes swam into his mind. Arthur Kirkland, the man whom he had had the one night stand with in the Briton's car, seemed to always be on his mind when it was dark in his room. His hand would slip under the sheets and he would touch himself, pretending it was Arthur's hand around him. It was…weird. He shouldn't be thinking about the smaller man still. They had sex and that was it! He sighed as he walked out of his bedroom, giving a small shake of his head. He hadn't told anyone about his exciting adventure, but Gilbert obviously knew what they had done.

Alfred noticed that the apartment was relatively quiet, which meant Francis was at work and whoever was in the kitchen wasn't singing or anything like that. He decided he might as well be polite and say hello. He walked into the large kitchen- Francis loved cooking so he had an extra-large kitchen installed- and watched as the man poured some hot water into a coffee mug. He was wearing a pair of boxers and one of Francis's silky, violet shirts, but there was something…familiar about this man. Even though the shirt was big on him, Alfred could make out curves. He had blonde hair that was messy from behind and the skin, at least the parts that Alfred could see, had a milky color to them.

"This tea better taste good," the man muttered. "Francis promised me he had a good brand here."

That very voice had sighed and screamed and moaned because Alfred had done things to him. He was standing in the kitchen, wearing Alfred's adoptive father's shirt and boxers.

"You were with Francis last night?" Alfred didn't even realize he had said that, it had just come tumbling out.

Arthur Kirkland spun around with the coffee mug in his hands. His green eyes widened and his mouth dropped open from the sight in front of him. Alfred hardly flinched when the mug went crashing to the floor, shattering the cup and spilling the contents inside.

"Alfred… Don't tell me. You're one of Francis' adopted sons?!"

It took a moment, but it finally sank in; the man Alfred had slept with two months ago was now standing in his kitchen, wearing Francis' shirt and boxers. But if he was still here and the two of them had sex the previous night, that could mean two things. One; Arthur was running a little late and was going to be out of here by noon.

Two; Arthur was now Francis's boyfriend. Alfred didn't know which one he hated more, and that worried him.

To be continued...