Silver's Drabble: It's been a while since I've written a chapter for this. I've been thinking about this fic lately, and since it's the Christmas season, I think a little Christmas present would be quite appropriate. By the way, this will be the last chapter of Playing His Game, and I hope you guys love it. I enjoyed the journey of this fanfic, and I hoped you did too.

Edit: Finals are hella done here in my country, and I thought I should get writing. There's only a few clearances left to be signed, some things to do here and there, but I'm over-all unoccupied. And since I have the time, I'd thought I'd go ahead and edit the last chapter of Playing His Game. This was really a filler, giving me enough time to fully draft what the ending should be. Their love story's gonna make appearances in Like Fine Wine and in an upcoming fic I've titled Don't Tip The Waiter, so you guys probably would be stalking their lives.

"W-Wait, stop!"

Arthur's mouth hung over the tender flesh of Matthew's throat, both hands frozen over the Canadian's tempting ass. The Brit raised a thick eyebrow, sucking and biting a rather obvious mark on Matthew's throat. "Do you really want to stop, love?" he asked, licking the abused flesh.

Matthew shuddered but continued to push at Arthur's shoulders. "P-Please don't tell me you're planning on fucking me right here on the living room floor?"

Arthur smirked. "Wouldn't that be lovely..."

"Oh god, Arthur, that was not a suggest-"

Matthew's protest was cut off as Arthur picked him up, positioning his lighter body on his lap. Matthew blushed as Arthur wrapped both Canadian's legs around his hips, smirking up at his sweet little captive. Matthew began to wonder if the front door was locked. He wouldn't know how to react if somebody walked in on him straddling Arthur fucking-hard Kirkland.

He was about to say something about it, but Arthur placed his mouth on his. All rational thought left his mind when Arthur's tongue slipped through the barrier of his teeth, lightly sucking on his own tongue and drawing out a sweet moan. Arthur nibbled on his lower lip for a bit before moving back to his throat. He kept on sucking at the same mark, making Matthew moan and unconsciously grind himself against Arthur's lean body.

"Ohoho, excited, aren't we?" Arthur murmured against his collarbone. Sliding his right hand under the dress, Arthur's squeezed Matthew's sensitive thigh.

"A-Arthur..." Matthew breathed, his eyes glazed. "Y-You're hard too, e-eh..."

He gave his hips a little shake, pressing on the growing bulge in Arthur's pants. Arthur bit back a groan, sliding his hand higher until it was right over Matthew's erection.

"A-Arthur, you wouldn't dare..."

With a smirk, he pressed down on Matthew's cock, sending shivers of pleasure all over Matthew's body. The Canadian wrapped his arms around the Brit's shoulders, drawing him closer as Arthur continued to stroke him through his boxers.

"F-Fuck, A-Arthur..." he moaned closely to the other's ears. "P-Please, j-just take it out already!"

Arthur licked the inside of his ear, sending a little tingle through his spine. "Why should I love?" he teased, nipping the tip of Matthew's ear, "After all, you asked me how to play this game. I'm simply teaching you, my way."

Arthur gripped his cock, making lazy circles over the head with his thumb. Matthew could feel his underwear getting all sticky with precum. "Arthur, please..." he begged, grinding unto Arthur's hand. "Take it out!"

Arthur responded by sinking his teeth unto Matthew's collarbone, producing a sharp yelp from the smaller man. With a smirk, he reached into Matthew's underwear, pulling it low enough to expose Matthew's cock.

Matthew let out a shameful sigh of relief. Arthur wrapped his arm around the length, tracing the lovely vein that traced the side. He slowly pumped up Matthew's cock, teasing the sensitive head before moving back down. Matthew's breath hitched as he clung tighter unto Arthur's shoulders, his hips moving in sync with Arthur's arm.

"A-Arthur, s-stop..." he moaned, resting his head on Arthur's shoulder. "I-I'm losing it... A-Arthur..."

Arthur used his free left hand to grip Matthew's hair, yanking on his head until Matthew was looking at him straight in the eye. "I want to see you cum..." he smirked, lightly kissing Matthew's lips. "I want to see just how I drive you over the edge, Matthew..."

Arthur squeezed his cock for emphasis, making Matthew shake his head, tears of lust pooling in his eyes. "T-This is really embarrassing..." he whimpered, "A-Arthur..."

"Show me, love." Arthur's tone was hot with lust, his cock pushing against his pants and digging into Matthew's ass. Matthew couldn't take it anymore. He had no idea what he looked like, but he couldn't care less. With a loud moan, he released his spunk on Arthur's hand, his body suddenly feeling tired after the stimulation of his senses.

Arthur took his hands out of Matthew's dress, taking the poor Canadian's underwear with it. Tossing the sticky piece of clothing aside, he looked Matthew straight in the eye as he began to lick the cum off his fingers.

Matthew blushed a crimson hue. "A-Arthur!" he exclaimed, "T-T-That's dirty!"

Arthur shrugged in response. "I think it's delicious..." he said with a naughty smile, "Though I think I'll find this next lesson even more so. Lift your hips for me, love."

Matthew did as was told and lifted his hips. He watched anxiously as Arthur unbuttoned his pants, dragging it and his underwear down to expose his erection. Matthew gulped. Arthur was big. How could he possibly fit in his ass?

"A-Arthur, I'm..."

Arthur placed his hands on both of Matthew's shoulders, gently pushing Matthew down until his back was flat on the carpet. "Don't worry, love. I won't hurt you..." he smiled, running his hand through Matthew's soft curls. He brought the other hand to his lips, coating three digits with his saliva. "Just grip the carpet, pet."

Arthur prodded at his entrance, snaking one finger in as gently as he could. Matthew flinched, arching his back at the uncomfortable feeling.

"Are you alright, love?"Matthew nodded, his brain too fuzzy to make up any words. Arthur used his free hand to rub circles in his inner thigh, pinching it a little bit as he added one more finger into Matthew's tight hole.

God, Matthew felt like he was being stretched over his limit. Arthur began moving his fingers around, stretching Matthew's hole. Arthur moved his fingers around and accidentally hit Matthew's prostate, making the young blonde let out a loud moan. Arthur smirked. He found it.

Removing his hands from Matthew's hole, he positioned himself. "Bloody hell, you're beautiful, Matthew..."

He thrust in, making Matthew yell out in pain and pleasure. "A-Arthur!" he screamed, gripping the carpet so hard he swore his knuckles would be sore the next day. "A-A-Ah..." he bit his lip, embarrassed by all the noises he was making. "I-It feels... G-G-Good..."

Arthur smiled. A genuine, non-threatening, non-plotting, honest to goodness smile. He kissed Matthew's neck, moving up to his lips. He sucked and nibbled on Matthew's lower lip as he pulled out, pushing back in and hitting Matthew's prostate perfectly.

"A-A-Ah! AA-Augh!" Matthew moaned into his mouth, and he happily sucked his tongue. Arthur could feel Matthew's dick come back to life between them. Momentarily breaking the kiss, he eased his right hand down between them and pumped Matthew.

"M-Mon dieu, that feels g-good..." Matthew stammered, his eyes glazed as he stared at Arthur's own.

"A-Almost there..." Arthur took another bite of Matthew's collarbone, surely leaving more and more marks. With one last thrust, he came inside Matthew, the blonde spurted his own come not long after.

"T-That was..." Matthew cocked his head to the side, a little high after getting his virginity taken away from him.

"Fantastic..." Arthur finished for him, giving him a little peck on the cheek. "Simply fantastic..."

Matthew giggled, returning Arthur's little kiss. "I love you, Arthur."

"I love you too..." Arthur smiled, "Matthew..."

For the first time in a long while, Matthew woke up to the feel of another human being's body against his. Yawning, he snuggled closer to Arthur under the covers, sighing contentedly when the Brit put his arm protectively over his shoulders. There was a slight numbing pain on his lower back, but he knew it would go away if he just slept on.

I could get used to this. Matthew thought, loving the feel of Arthur's chest. If this is a dream, I wish I'd never have to get up.

Sad to say, it wasn't a dream. And two little buggers decided it was just about time for sleeping beauty to wake up.

"Uncle Arthur!"

Matthew sat straight up, alarmed as two little blondes burst through the door, scrambling to reach the bed. With the pure innocence every child has, both blondes stopped to stare at Matthew as Arthur stirred awake beside him. "Bloody hell..." the Brit swore, sparing Matthew a lazy glance. "And here I thought I would spend the day with you, pet."

"Are you a princess?" the slightly taller blond, a pretty little girl with equally pretty blue eyes, stared right at him. "You're so pretty."

Matthew blushed, slightly embarrassed that two kids had caught him sleeping naked on Arthur Kirkland's bed. And not just any two kids, but said man's own kin. Wishing to disappear, he pulled the covers higher up his body until he was able to partially hide his face from two curious eyes.

"Uncle Arthur, Uncle Arthur!" the other blonde, an energetic little boy, jumped up and down by Arthur's side. "Mum and Dad are downstairs. Dad said you were taking us to the zoo today! You weren't lying, right Uncle Arthur? Dad wasn't lying either, was he? Come on, Uncle Arthur! Let's go to the zoo!"

Arthur scratched the back of his head, clearly not prepared for the barage of relatives coming into his house unannounced. "Did your old man really say that?" he sighed, ruffling up the young boy's hair. "Well, since you little bugger are already here, then I guess I've no choice but to accompany you to the zoo!"

"Yey! Did you hear that, Kate, Uncle Arthur's taking us to the zoo!" the boy proclaimed excitedly, excitedly jumping towards his elder sister.

The girl pouted, glancing from Arthur to Matthew. "Are you sure, Uncle Arthur?" she asked. "Mum and Dad did say you were taking us to the zoo, but I'm sure they'll understand your busy..." her eyes rested on Matthew and she smiled. "You've got a pretty princess to protect today, after all. William and I can just go to the zoo another time, right Will?"

Matthew felt guilty when William's face fell. Before any tears could fall, he gave them both a warm smile. "I might be a princess, but that doesn't mean I can't go to the zoo with you!" he said, looking over at Arthur. "You know, if that's okay with your Uncle Arthur..."

"Of course it is!" Kate squealed excitedly. "This will be like a romantic date, won't it Uncle? Oh, this is quite lovely!"

"No it's not!" William grumbled. "If Uncle Arthur's busy protecting a princess, he won't have time to play with me!"

Kate rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby, William."

William stuck his tongue out in retaliation. "Stop acting like you know-it-all just 'cause you're in school already!"

Just before another petty sibling quarrel broke out, a man with shocking red hair leaned by the doorway and called the young ones' attention. "Come on you two, don't go disturbin' your Uncle when he's having his sweet time with the little lass!" the man winked at Matthew, making the Canadian wish he was invisible. "Wait downstairs with your Mum, Uncle Arthur and the princess will be down in a bit."

"You alright, pet?" Arthur asked when they were finally alone.

"Yeah..." Matthew replied, "Your nephew and niece... They're quite charming, eh?"

Arthur smiled. A real, genuine, I'm-not-the-same-sick-bastard-who-force-you-into-this-situation-a-month-ago kind of smile. "Yeah. Little buggers' are a handful, but they give me something to do. Are you sure about going to the zoo with us?"

Matthew shrugged, lazily accepting the kiss Arthur placed on his cheek. "Why not?" he said. "What could possibly go wrong?"

"And you decided to come along because?"

"I thought it would be fun to watch my runt of a brother keep an eye on two little energy balls while his lovely little date looked adorable as hell."

Arthur gritted his teeth, begrudgingly watching Matthew entertain the children with random bits of information as they pointed from one animal to another. He looked so at ease with them, his smile brighter than he'd ever seen it before, his skin practically glowing in the afternoon light. It was a miracle Arthur managed to convince him to wear shorts, those lovely legs would have been put to waste.

"So, is this the one?" Allistair broke into his thoughts, lighting up a cigarette. "This the miracle girl we lookin' for?"

"Miracle girl?" Arthur replied, confused. "Is that the term you and Mother gave to the girl I would choose to marry?"

Allistair shrugged. "Rhonwen came up with the idea..." he said, eyes flickering with laughter as he watched his son dash over to the monkey display. "I forgot what she said over family dinner, exaclty. Something 'bout you needing 'a pure-hearted miracle girl' to get you to settle down."

"Arthur!" Matthew called, his hands occupied with two little sweethearts. "We're going over to see the tigers being fed."

"Come on, Dad!" William called. "We want to see the tigers being fed."

"Ugh." Kate wrinkled her nose, "How barbaric."

Arthur continued to watch him, giggling as he swung both kids' arms, heading over to the tigers. He didn't notice Allistair watching him closely, a small smile creeping up his mouth. "You don't have to answer my question." Allistair began, puffing up a cloud of smoke. "It's written all over your face, Artie. You love her."

"Him." Arthur corrected, staring straight at Allistair's face.

"So... You're a man?" Rhonwen began, daintily sipping her tea as they gathered in Arthur's living room.

Matthew stared at the possibly expensive brown carpet, wondering if he should be glad Arthur's family knows his real gender or scared Arthur's family knows his real gender. He could feel them staring at him, the silence in the room broken only by the melody of the crickets outside. He had no idea that as soon as the kids fell asleep, he would be placed in such a situation.

"Yes, and what of it?" Arthur replied, his voice cold.

Rhonwen shrugged, gently placing her cup back in it saucer. "And your name is?" she looked at Matthew, eyebrow raised.

"Matthew." he finally replied, "Matthew Williams."

Rhonwen nodded, then looked over at Allistair.

"Can you cook, mate?" he asked.

Matthew pondered for a bit. "Well, yes..." he answered tentatively, "I live with my half-sister, and she's a terrible cook. I cook most of the time, but nothing really gourmet like Lovino does."

Allistair cocked his head to the side, in deep thought. "What about chores? Do you know how to do them?"

Matthew wasn't sure where this line of questionning was heading. He glanced at Arthur, but the Brit looked as confused as he was. "Uhm..." he stalled, trying to analyze the situation. "I-I do my own chores, really. E-Ever since I was a child, my Maman always taught me to do to the laundry, wash dishes, sweep the floor. I like to clean too, eh. Just, only when the mood strikes."

Rhonwen and Allistair exchanged looks. Rhonwen sighed. "That's it..." she began. "Even if you are a man, you are way too good for my brother-in-law."

Matthew stared, but before he could come up with words to say Arthur beat him to it. "Excuse me?!"

Allistair nodded. "She's right, Artie." he agreed. "Seems like Matthew here is way too good for ya. I don't want him to be corrupted by you, no offense little brother."

Arthur gritted his teeth. "Offense taken, big brother."

"Uhm..." Matthew interrupted. "Don't I get a say in this, eh?"

They all turned to him, eager to hear what he had to say. He cleared his throat. "At first, I didn't really like Arthur... Well, saying I didn't like him is an understatement, really..." he confessed, flinching when Arthur raised an eyebrow at him. "But, he's really not that bad. He's gentle, kind, and I quite enjoyed our conversations. It took me a long time to see that, though. It took him a lot longer. But, right now, I don't think there's anybody else I love more than the arrogant Arthur Kirkland."

The room was silent, and Matthew thought he said something wrong. He was getting anxious by the second, wondering if he could say something else to remedy the situation. But Arthur blushed, and the older Kirkland couple laughed. Matthew knew he said just what they needed to hear.

"I still think you're too good for him, darling." Rhonwen commented, stiffling giggles. "You're such an angel, as to why you'd fall for a demon like him, I would never know."

"You better take good care of Matthew, you here!" Allistair exclaimed, clamping a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "If any of ya got marriage problems, make sure to come right out and tell us about it."

Rhonwen got up and gave Matthew a hug, which the Canadian returned awkwardly. "It's nice to see he has someone who loves him, lad." she smiled, petting his hair. "Don't let him go, alright?"

Matthew nodded, beaming. He looked at Arthur, happily conversing with his older brother. He wasn't expecting it was going to go this well, but apprently, his siblings only ever wanted the best for him. They even thought Matthew was too good! He giggled, wondering if he could use that against Arthur someday. The weekend went smoothly, with Rhonwen and Allistair telling their kids Matthew's true identity the next day. They didn't seem so shocked about it, just saying "He's too pretty to be a man!" and "Well, he'll be a pretty Prince then!". It was sad to see them go, but Matthew knew they'd come and visit again soon. The kids wanted to stay with them at first, but Arthur managed to convince them that they'd be over at England by the Holidays.

"I didn't think they'd react like that..." Matthew commented once they were alone again. It had been three weeks since Allistair and Rhonwen had visited, and the cold breeze of winter had already started to arrive. Arthur had allowed Antonio and Lovino an early Christmas break, so here they were in the vast living room of Arthur's mansion, lazily listening to the hum of an old tune, watching flames grow in the fireplace.

Arthur shrugged. "I didn't think so either..." he sighed, "Well then, that only means Mum and Dad will find out about you once those two set foot in England."

Matthew blushed, sinking deeper unto the couch as he watched Arthur poke at the fireplace. "What do you think they'd say about me?"

"Knowing my parents, they would have already guessed your gender by now..." he replied, "It's only a matter of time until they come out here to New York and smother you with all their parental love."

Matthew giggled, thinking how much of a scene it would cause if the Kirkland couple would come and hug the life out of him. "What about Emily? She hates you."

"She'll hate me less once she realizes her beloved older brother is in love with me." Arthur made his way to the sofa, settling himself beside Matthew and pulling the Canadian towards him.

Matthew pushed him away lightly. "Don't get so cocky, Arthur Kirkland. Just because you've got everything figured out doesn't means it's gonna go according to plan."

Arthur moved toward him, stopping only inches away from Matthew's face. Smirking, he placed a chaste kiss on the Canadian's nose, tucking away a stray curl behind his ear. "I think I'm willing to gamble, if you're going to be my prize." He smiled against Matthew's neck, tracing slight kissed down to his throat. "And one more thing..."

He stopped, and Matthew wondered what the Brit had in mind. Straightening himself up on the chair, he watched with unmasked surprise as Arthur knelt in front of him, kissed the palm of his right hand, and looked up at him as if he was the most precious thing in the world.

"A-Arthur?" his breath was caught in his throat.

"Do you remember that time when you fell of Pixie and I caught you?" Arthur asked.

Matthew nodded. "Y-Yeah... I-I was really happy that I managed to calm the horse down, but then it went wild and... And I fell... On top of you..."

Arthur smiled. "I told the old bloke to do that..." he confessed, scratching the back of his neck. "I just wanted to show you that I could be, I don't know, heroic."

Matthew giggled. "I think your heroic."

Arthur shook his head. "I know, love. I know."

The silence between them was comfortable, the crackling in the fire mixed with the flow of jazz giving the scene a great ambiance. Arthur reached into his back pocket, and Matthew didn't know his heart could beat that strong. He held his breath and watched Arthur hold up a tiny velvet box.

"A-Arthur, no..." he felt tears prickling his eyes. "Don't you dare..."

Arthur chuckled. A rich, warm chuckle that burned Matthew to his very core. "I was hoping you'd be ecstatic about this..."

Matthew let one stray tear fall out of his right eye, staining his cheek. "I didn't think it would be this soon..." he mumbled, "I-I don't t-think I'm emotionally ready, e-eh."

"Ssh, darling, don't cry..." Arthur reached out and wiped his tears away. "I don't want to make you cry again."

Matthew leaned into the touch, savoring the warmth of Arthur's hand. "T-Then..." he pouted, "G-Get it over with!"

Arthur kissed his cheek, his lips lingering a little longer to whisper behind his ear. "Don't rush, pet."

Matthew watched as Arthur composed himself, getting down on one knee and looking Matthew straight in the eye. Matthew couldn't stop crying, and wondered if the heat on his cheeks was from Arthur's touch or from his excessive blushing.

"Matthew Williams..." Arthur began, opening the little velvet box. "Will you marry me?"

Matthew marveled at the beautiful amethyst jewel that the simple band of silver boasted. "I-It's..." he breathed, "Beautiful..."

Arthur shrugged. "A beautiful amethyst..." he began, "Just like your eyes..."

"Arthur!" Matthew happily exclaimed, pouncing on the Brit before him. They both fell on the carpet, just like the first time they indulged in each other's bodies. Matthew couldn't stop hugging him, couldn't stop his heart from bursting against his chest, couldn't stop the happiness he was feeling from that very moment.

"Is this a yes?" Arthur mumbled from his position below Matthew.

Matthew looked up at him and nodded. "Yes. Definititely and absolutely yes!"

Arthur smiled, kissing him passionately. He slipped the ring on Matthew's finger, and began the game that both of them had no intention of stopping.

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